#and the warm body of his lover snuggled against his side AND the glow in his chest probably also help

[invinciblerodent]

one of my favorite little pieces of headcanon I have been rotating around in my mind is that in the graveyard scene in Astarion's romance, there is such a realistic chance for being caught.

i mean, it's in the middle of the Lower City. it's literally in a hotbed of activity (criminal and otherwise), at a place that's frequented by mourners, and zombies, and elements even less savory than that. the security, even if it does relax, probably doesn't stop at night, or at least not for as long as it should.

in my hc, the Mortarch who is patrolling the grounds during the day lives in one of the buildings overlooking the graveyard, and i'm thinking about a possibility where she just... happens to glance out the window on her way back from the bathroom, and catch a not entirely unusual glimpse of a macabre couple. (This is Baldur's Gate. There are most definitely people who are morbid enough to want to make love on top of a grave without any specific inspiration for it, and to be fair, it'd be more concerning if someone's first thought at seeing that was "hm, well hold on now, one of them could be the deceased, and this moment could be a beautifully cathartic metaphor for rebirth".)

in this version, a shout startles them apart, and they have roughly a minute to disentangle themselves from each other and flee before the Mortach would make it down the stairs.

yanking clothes on to make themselves actually presentable isn't really feasible, of course: Astarion can manage to pull his pants up to the point where they're kind of on, if undone still (they were around his knees, the upward motion wasn't the difficult part, it was stuffing himself back in there that proves a futile task), and Iona manages to make a split-second decision and opt for throwing on his shirt (which is at least long enough to pass for a dress on her, if a deeply indecent one, especially with nothing else on), and it's with truly uncontrollable, free laughter bubbling from them (and the rest of whatever clothing they -mainly she- had on clutched in their fists) that they half-run, half-drag each other out the gate.

the city is fairly quiet, of course. it's gone past being late and well into the small hours of the morning, the pink dawn is just about to start licking at the tiled roofs, and even a city as bustling as Baldur's Gate is largely empty, as if asleep.

they run and stumble through the streets chased by the echo of their own giddy laughter bouncing off the walls. they dodge the patrolling guards and Steel Watchers by ducking into side-streets and doorways, pushing and dragging each other up against the wall for playful kisses- a ruffle of his hair, a squeeze of her ass, a thigh drawn up to his waist with a grip just this side of rough, a scratch down his chest and a nibble on an earlobe, they just can't keep their hands off one another for long enough to make it back home.

she bloody well squeals as his hand finds its way under "her" clothes as she runs up the stairs to their rooms (to be fair, her ass was at eye-level, what's a man to do?), and picking that lock should be the easiest thing in the world (the key? who knows. probably fallen out of her pocket and into a sewer somewhere. absolutely not important.), but not with the dirty, airy whispers in his ear and the hot, insistent kisses being mouthed onto his jaw, his neck, his shoulder...

the communal room may have been a mistake in retrospect, but the roof... may offer some privacy. probably. it's more than nothing, at least.

besides, there is scarcely a better way to greet the first golden morning of a free life than... bathed in its light, warm and content, while overlooking a city full of such endless possibilities.

[joelmillerisapunk]

who's your daddy?

daddy!Joel x f!reader

masterlist ♡ soft daddy masterlist

↳ wordcount: 2,291

↳ summary: you find comfort and care in the arms of an older lover, feeling safe and loved in their presence.

~Or~

you're feeling down after a long week of unsuccessful dating app swipes, but Joel's "daddy effect" makes you feel desired and loved. You spend the night at his mansion, basking in his attention and care.

↳ warnings: 18+, daddy!joel, aftercare, unprotected p in v, implied age gap (make it your own babe)

↳ notes: Hi! I've been heavy into 90s/early 00's country. This is heavily inspired by a few songs. Ty @saradika-graphics for the divider I will use forever 🩷

It's been a long week at college, and you're feeling down. You've been swiping through dating apps and talking to guys your age, but none of them seem interested in you, nor you in them. You feel like you're stuck in a rut, like you're going through the motions without any real connection. That's when you remember Joel's invitation. Joel is an older man, about twice your age that you've been seeing on and off for the past few months. He's wealthy, successful, and always makes you feel desired. He calls it the "daddy effect," and you have to admit, it's a turn-on. You text him, asking if you can come over and spend the night. He responds almost immediately, telling you to come on over.

As you drive up to Joel's mansion, you feel a sense of anticipation building in your chest. You've been here before, but it never fails to impress you. The house is massive, with sprawling gardens and a private pool. Joel greets you at the door with a warm smile and a kiss. "Hey there, beautiful," he says, his voice low and soothing.

You follow him inside and settle onto the couch, snuggling up against him as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You can smell his cologne, a spicy, woodsy scent that makes you feel warm and safe. "I've just been having a bit of a dry spell lately," you confess. "None of the college boys seem to be interested in me."

Joel chuckles. "Well, that's their loss. You don't need them anyway. You've got me."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I know," you say softly.

Joel leans in to kiss you, his lips soft and warm against yours. You can taste the wine he's been drinking, a rich, full-bodied red that makes you feel a little dizzy. "Come on," he murmurs, breaking the kiss. "Let's go upstairs."

Joel leads you up to his bathroom, a spacious and luxurious space with marble tiles and a large, ornate mirror. The room is dimly lit, with soft, warm light casting a golden glow over everything. As you enter, you notice that Joel has prepared a bubble bath for you. The tub is massive, easily big enough for two, and already filled with steaming hot water and a generous helping of bubbles. The room is filled with a warm, soothing mist, making the air feel soft and moist against your skin.

Joel helps you undress, his hands gentle as he removes your clothes. He unbuttons your blouse slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin with just the right amount of pressure. You can feel the heat building between you as he undoes your bra, his hands cupping your breasts gently as he slides it off your shoulders. You shiver with anticipation as he slides your jeans down your legs, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he goes.

You can feel the tension building inside you, the need for release. Joel helps you step out of your clothes, his eyes taking in every inch of your body with a look of pure desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

He guides you into the tub, his hands steady as you step inside. The water is warm and inviting, the bubbles soft and soothing against your skin. Joel gets in behind you, his legs on either side of yours. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours, his skin slightly damp against yours. His legs are strong, and you can feel the roughness of the hair against your skin. Joel wraps his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back. You can feel his heart beating in time with yours, strong and steady.

"Feel good, baby?" he asks, nuzzling your neck.

You nod, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Joel starts to massage your shoulders, his fingers working out the knots and tension that have built up over the week. His touch is firm but gentle, and you can feel the tension melting away under his skilled fingers.

"That's right, baby," he murmurs. "Just let Daddy take care of you. You don't have to think about anything right now except feeling good."

Joel's massage becomes more sensual as he moves his hands down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. You can feel the heat building between you, the desire rising. You arch your back, pressing yourself against him, feeling his hardness against your softness.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You nod, biting your lip as he continues to tease you.

"Good, baby," he murmurs. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good. Just let go."

Joel's hands continue to explore your body, moving down your arms and across your chest, his fingers lingering on your nipples before continuing down your stomach and to your inner thighs. He teases you, coming close to your center but never quite touching it, making you squirm with anticipation.

"Please, Joel," you whisper, your voice full of desire.

"Please what, baby?" he murmurs in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

"Please touch me," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's hand finally moves to your center, his fingers tracing slow circles around your clit before gently slipping inside of you. You moan with pleasure as he begins to move his fingers in and out, his other hand still massaging your breasts.

"That's right, baby," he murmurs. "You don't have to think about anything else right now except feeling good. Daddy's gonna fuck the stress."

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your hips bucking against his hand as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

"Joel," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've got you, baby," he murmurs. "Daddy's got you. S'okay.”

Joel's touch sends waves of pleasure through your body as he continues to explore you with his fingers. The intensity of the sensation builds, your heart races, and your breathing becomes shallow. Every nerve ending is alive with electricity, and you feel like you're on the edge of something incredible.

Suddenly, the wave crashes over you, and you come apart in Joel's arms. Your orgasm is powerful and all-consuming, leaving you breathless and trembling. Joel holds you close, his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, and you feel safe and loved in his presence.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, you look up at Joel, your eyes shining with gratitude and affection. He smiles down at you, his own eyes filled with desire and tenderness.

Joel helps you out of the tub, his hands steady as you step out onto the soft, plush mat. He wraps a warm, fluffy towel around you, his touch gentle as he dries you off. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours, his skin slightly damp against yours.

He leads you to the bed, his arms wrapped around you as he carries you. You feel safe and loved in his presence, his strength and warmth enveloping you.

As he lays you down on the soft, cool sheets, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of you. Joel is an experienced lover, and you know that he will take care of you in every way possible.

Joel strips off his towel, his body strong and toned. You can't help but feel a sense of awe as you take in his body, his muscles rippling in the soft, warm light. He climbs onto the bed, his body hovering over yours, his eyes burning with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good."

He stretches out beside you, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he begins to touch you.

Joel's hands roam over your body, his touch firm and confident. He knows exactly what you need, and he's not afraid to take it.

"You like that, baby?" he murmurs in your ear. You nod, unable to speak as the pleasure builds inside of you. Joel's touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He teases you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin before moving lower and lower. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, your body responding to his touch.

"You're so wet for Daddy. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

You nod, biting your lip as he continues to tease you.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he commands.

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," you whisper, your voice trembling with desire.

"That's right, baby," Joel murmurs. “You're gonna come apart in my arms." Joel moves between your legs, his hard length pressing against your wet and ready core. He teases you, his tip sliding up and down your folds before slowly pushing inside.

You gasp with pleasure as he fills you up, your body stretching to accommodate him. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, building in intensity as he takes you higher and higher.

"Yess daddy please," you moan, your voice trembling with pleasure.

"Take it. Take all of Daddy's cock."

His thrusts become more urgent as he takes what he wants from you. You can feel yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, your orgasm building inside of you.

"Let go, baby," Joel murmurs. "Daddy's got you. S'okay.”

The wave crashes over you, and you come apart in Joel's arms. Your orgasm is powerful and all-consuming, leaving you breathless and trembling. Joel holds you close, his arms wrapped around you as you ride out the aftershocks.

"I gotcha baby, you're doin' so good."

Joel continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and intense as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. He can feel your muscles clenching around him, your orgasm still pulsing through your body, and it's all he can do to hold back his own release.

"Come for me again, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you come apart around me one more time."

You moan softly, your body responding to his words. You can feel another orgasm building inside of you, the pleasure already so intense that you're not sure you can take much more. But Joel's hands are on your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts into you, and you know that he won't let you go until you've come apart for him one last time.

Your orgasm crashes over you, even more intense than the first. You can feel your muscles clenching around Joel's cock, your body shaking with pleasure as he continues to thrust into you. And then, with a low primal moan, Joel finds his own release, his hot seed filling you up as he collapsapses onto your body.

You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he pants and shudders, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both come down from your high.

"God, baby," Joel murmurs, his voice husky and spent. "You are so... perfect."

You smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over you. You've never felt so connected to someone, so loved and cherished. And it's all thanks to Joel, who has shown you a kind of love and affection that you never knew was possible.

Joel rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so that you're both lying on your sides, facing each other. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes soft and loving. Joel pulls you close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around your body. He kisses your forehead softly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you catch your breath. Joel gets up from the bed and walks over to the en-suite bathroom, turning on the lights and starting the water for a warm bath. He returns to the bed and scoops you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom and gently placing you in the tub.

He climbs in behind you, his legs on either side of yours. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours, his skin slightly damp against yours. Joel picks up a washcloth and a bottle of body wash, lathering it up before gently cleaning your body. He takes his time, washing every inch of you with tenderness and care. Once you're clean, Joel helps you out of the tub and wraps a plush towel around you, drying you off gently before leading you back to the bedroom. He tucks you into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and wrapping his arms around you.

You can feel the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders as you sink deeper into the pillows, your eyelids growing heavy. Joel's arms are a comforting presence, holding you close as you drift off to sleep. As you fade into unconsciousness, you can hear Joel's soft whispers in your ear, telling you how much he cares for you and how he'll always be there for you. “You're safe and loved baby.”

You feel safe and loved in his presence, and you know that he will always be there for you, no matter what. And with that thought, you fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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If you're looking for more, there's another part! Bad Habits

[attapullman]

Silver Screen, Make Me Scream | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: The world is used to seeing Robert Floyd as a Navy admiral on a screen thirty feet tall. You're used to seeing him as the man who spoils you rotten, in and out of the bedroom.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: f!reader, 18+ ONLY, older boyfriend AU, movie star AU, daddy k!nk, unprotected pinv, older bf Bob eats it from behind, cowgirl position, age gap, no y/n

A Note from Mo: Uh...this is porn without plot disguised as a filthy, flirty AU and I am waving from the bars of horny jail. Fellow old man fuckers, this one is for you.

It’s his cold pillow that wakes you. 

No deep breaths or soft snores echoing around the vaulted ceiling. The absurdly expensive bedding all yours to take. Your late night should keep you asleep until noon, but it feels wrong to be in bed when you don’t have your lover’s solid warmth against your skin.

You pad down the terracotta-tiled hall and take in the views of the Pacific, the only artwork needed on this side of the house. Stormy blue and glass-riddled sandy white, the picturesque view sells itself. The waves crash on the beach below, their mellow sound seeping into the Mediterranean revival from the open patio doors. 

He’s sitting outside in just his sweatpants, coffee in hand, as he watches the water while flicking through a thick stack of pages. The grey at his temples is bright under the early San Diego sun. You know he’s reading something important because he has those horn-rimmed glasses on, the ones he repeatedly complains are too tight around his ears. Won’t even waste a minute to go grab his preferred wire frames. 

Robert Floyd may be retired from show business, but he’s hotter than the first day he graced screens.

Eyes lifting from the pages, he catches you staring from your spot by the French doors, negligee skimming your body in the soft ocean breeze. The lids of your eyes are still a little heavy with sleep.

“You need something, baby?” He pats his broad thigh and you assume your perch, snuggling against his sun-warmed skin as you shake your head. How is he always the perfect temperature? The chill from the ocean wafts over you as he wraps his arm around your waist.

Your lips part in a contented smile. “Just checking in on you, Daddy. Missed you in bed.”

“Sorry, baby,” he coos, brushing his lips against your temple. His thick pointer taps against the stack of pages that arrived by messenger at sunrise. “Agent asked me to give this a look over, see if I’d be interested.”

You tilt your head to see the title. “Is that-”

“Yes, baby girl. They’re asking me to come back. Just a few scenes with the new regime, but get to wear that admirals uniform one more time.” Despite him saying it so matter of factly, you can detect his giddiness at wearing those pins once again. “Not sure if it’s the right move though.”

You trail your finger along his pectoral, imagining the ironed uniform underneath your touch. 

Robert Floyd had made a career of Naval action films, starting out as a fresh faced Weapons Systems Officer in his debut, to gracing the screen one last time as an Admiral in the franchise’s original conclusion. He’d won over hearts with his steely blue gaze and soft smile, never one for breaking the rules. Yet always the one who celebrated the hardest when his squadron completed a mission.

For military propaganda, he made a compelling poster boy.

Your entire childhood he had been on posters in the mall, trailers on the television during commercial breaks. Those bright sapphire eyes and gleaming pins burnt into your vision, uncontrollably charmed by the strong, silent type. 

And now here he was, putty under your palms as you asked if he wanted more coffee.

Without a doubt he’d take the appearance, spend a day or two on set with the next generation of Naval action stars. The next year he’d appear on every talk show and repeat his modesty over his fifteen minutes on camera. Your Bobby would balk at the attention, but glow with pride as the host played his cameo for the audience. 

Watching him flip through a few pages, you could already see the shy smile he would win the crowd over as he insisted the revival’s cast members were the real stars.

“What’cha thinking about, sweet girl?” You were so lost in your daydream that you missed his attention turning to you, warm palm running over your hip under your thin robe. 

You stroke his jaw, fingers curling into the regulation-cut greying hair. The cut he’s kept since he was first cast in his early twenties. “You should take the role. You look handsome as an admiral.” You peck a light kiss to his lips. “Dashing, really.”

His blush is striking against the ocean sky. As you get up to go make you both breakfast, you can feel his eyes on you; an extra sway in your hips for his enjoyment. Bob lounges back on the outdoor set and looks between the breaking waves and the now slightly rumpled script. 

He’s coming back.

The view of the ocean as you zip up I-5 is breathtaking, a gorgeous Southern California day. The early call time was less than ideal, but the energy in the car is electric. Bob’s hand wanders into the passenger seat to wrap around your bare knee, thumb tapping out an unknown rhythm as he navigates traffic. 

He looks the vision of wealth and importance sitting in the front seat of his pewter grey Porsche 911 - a sleek upgrade for his 40th from the battered truck he’d been driving since he arrived in Hollywood. The car is understated in its elegance, like its owner. You admire his graceful lines of a life well lived, the pokes of silver woven through his hair. And yet his eyes carry that intelligent, sassy energy that keeps you on your toes, ready for the next challenge he brings you. 

“You’re looking at me.” His eyes don’t leave the road, but the smile on the corner of his thin lips is playful.

You fiddle with his fingers, admiring the large dexterous digits. “Just so handsome, how can I not?”

Bob lifts your hand with his, allowing the platinum and diamonds of your bracelet to catch the morning sun - nearly blinding with their sparkle. He brings your interlocked fingers to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to the skin as he finally looks at you. His eyes are the same striking blue as the ocean behind him. 

“Perfect girl, what did I do to deserve you?”

You’re wondering the same when he enters the studio lot, passing through security and finding your way to the set. There’s a bustle of commotion as the two of you join the crowd, everyone immediately hushing their voices as the talent arrives. Bob’s chest swells with power as everyone immediately caters to him before noticing you.

“That must be his assistant?” Rumors spread through the crew like wildfire, watching you prance behind film legend Robert Floyd like an excitable puppy. Eyebrows shooting up when he turns back and rests a hand on the back of your bare thigh, leaning close to ask if you want anything from craft. 

You slide your diamond-covered wrist around his neck and peck his cheek. Definitely not an assistant.

Since the day he’d made his name on marquees, Bob had been surrounded by women. A tall man in Navy blues with the golden touch of Hollywood? His fellow cast joked more than once that tag chasers didn’t care whether you served the country or just did it on screen. Eventually he’d done the responsible thing and tried marriage, settling down with a woman who cared more about his flashy lifestyle than the quiet man behind the lights. Divorce was swift and the introvert reverted inside his shell, his film career quiet as the next generation of aviators took the screen. 

And then you entered his life, with your open face and bright smile. A coffee shop in Coronado he frequented that you happened to pass. A bump of elbows over the creamer, his amused grin when you accidentally grabbed his drink in your fluster. You were so excited to meet a real movie star, a dream come true. And he looked so much bigger than his character - those shoulders brawnier, that jaw sharper. Yet the smile he gave you was heart-melting as you handed him your own coffee cup to sign, nothing else available.

It wasn’t until that afternoon you noticed he’d written his number in neat penmanship. You had to wait until that next night to know you were falling inexplicably in love with a man who the rest of the world already adored. He was bigger than life, your everything.

And for all of your affection, he spoiled you. Dates to restaurants you couldn’t pronounce in Liberty Station, private events with tickets you couldn’t afford. Every week a new trinket left at your bedside, sparkling in the low light while he hummed in the bathroom excited for you to notice. Few things brought him joy at this stage in life, but you traipsing in with nothing on but the latest diamanté left him positively enraptured.

People could stare and point and judge all they wanted. It was love, and it was all yours.

You’ve raided the mini bar and read through the call sheet when Bob finally comes back to his trailer. He strikes a bold figure in his Navy blacks - pins gleaming, white cap under his arm. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” he greets you, swooping to kiss your cheek. But your breath is already stolen. You’d seen pictures, caught his movies at the old matinee in Balboa Park. But standing in front of you is the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. He looks so…official.

Bob was already feeling good in the wardrobe trailer, the crew he’d worked with for years stroking his ego as they put the final touches to his starched uniform. He’d be on screen for a total of eight minutes and he was going to look important every single second. 

But with your eyes trained on him, pupils wide and mesmerized, it’s the only compliment he needs. 

“They look good on you again,” you coo, tracing your fingertips over the sterling silver insignia pins. It’s hard to quell the rising heat as you look at him, standing tall in this uniform - his uniform - just like the posters and movie trailers of your youth. 

He rubs his temples and grabs his wire frames from the counter, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he straightens up. “Feels good to wear them, baby. Not sure who I am if not in the ‘Navy’.” He chuckles around air quotes, morphing into a moan as you run your nails down his torso. 

Even though he’s not in character, the suit transforms him. 

He’s not your Bob, the man who walks around his big ol’ house in band shirts he got in the 80s and his worn shearling slippers. Squinting through his glasses while trying to read fine print for instruction manuals for more Lego sets than he needs, peppering your head with kisses as you sit between his knees. Your Bobby is always goofy and smiling when you come through the door, eager to wrap his arms around you as he patiently listens to all the friend updates from brunch. He’s warmth and safety, that side of middle age where you have to explain internet fads with a playful eye roll.

But this man…this man in front of you is stern and mighty, seizing the room with his intensity. He’s commanding in his own silent way, back straight and shoulders taught. No nonsense, just like the admiral he plays for screens around the world. His presence is intoxicating. You can’t decide if you want to dominate him or be putty in his hands. 

You twist in his arms, pressing your chest to his as you smooth the lapels of his suit. It’s only natural that those big, practiced hands of his immediately slip to your legs. Two magnets drawn by the promise of touch. But once he’s inches from your pretty face, ready to ask you to help him read over lines, that gleam in your eyes has other plans.

His girl wants him.

“Babygirl, I’m in wardrobe.” His words say no, but the fervent way he’s stroking the skin under your hem says differently. He’s not immune to a tiny dress and puppy eyes. You watch his hand reach up to drag through greying roots before he remembers it’s styled, redirecting his frustration by slipping rough fingers around the nape of your neck. Holding your head still while he fights his sense of responsibility.

It doesn’t matter that you’re in a tin can trailer with no sound proofing. You lick your glossy lips and give him the most innocent smile. “Please? We can be super careful.”

He eyes you warily. The two of you together is messy.

“Please, Daddy?” You rub yourself against him, feeling the way he shivers underneath his stiff uniform. “I wanna know what it’s like to fuck an admiral. Please?”

He’s powerless against you when you’re like this. Needy and heavy-lidded, unsatisfied until you’ve had your fair share of him and then some. It’s only when you’re a panting mess full of his spend that he can regain any control against you.  The age gap is exhilarating and exhausting.

His face dips to rest against your temple, the floral scent of your perfume clouding his senses. So sweet, so soft. You feel his groan against your cheek before he straightens up to his full height, towering over you with a stern expression on his face. Those elegant, practiced fingers tuck under your chin.

“Attention.” Your spine straightens, your breath deepens. “Let’s see if you’re up to regulation, lieutenant.”

A warm gush of excitement floods your body, soaking in your flimsy excuse for underwear. You watch your big, broad, authoritative boyfriend sink down into the plush trailer sofa, knees spread. Patting his thigh with an unamused brow quirk. 

Exhilaration races through your veins as you eagerly straddle his lap, sundress sliding up your thighs as you perch prettily on his thighs. The vision of youthful glow, hoping to impress.

Bob traces your heated skin with callused fingers, lips pursed, before sliding a hand firmly up your back. The world spins as he flips you over his lap, your rounded ass exposed to his eyes, modesty barely covered by a scrap of lace.

“Uniform panty inspection,” Bob huffs out, fingers ghosting over the fabric. His voice is restrained, clipped. You stay as still as possible as you hold your breath. You want to pass this inspection so bad.

The firm touch of his ring finger to your clothed sex forces a moan to slip through your clamped lips. So close to giving you what you want. But he remains diligent, stroking your pussy through the fabric until he’s satisfied with the wet patch he created. “Perfectly up to code.”

His finger wraps around the strap of the thong and yanks it down, forcing you to further immodestly part your knees as he discards the sexy - yet unnecessary - piece of fabric.

Your mind is heavy with lust as you turn your head, trying to understand. Normally he’s between your thighs teasing the fabric for longer than you can handle. Your lips are still dry. But before your eyes and brain connect with the visual, film legend Robert Floyd has a rounded cheek in each hand and his tongue plunged deep in your pretty pink pussy.

Blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your ass as he re-acquaints himself with your taste. Sliding his thick muscle along the velveteen walls of your cunt, lapping up the addicting taste of your lust. Your head is empty as he forces you to take it, to enjoy the way he worships the very core of your being. 

Saliva and arousal mix on his clean shaven face as he presses deeper, moaning as he feels you clench around him. His own pride growing as you wail with only his tongue fucking you. It’s wet and dirty, the heat along your skin eating you alive as you succumb to your pleasure. 

These are the benefits of dating a man with experience.

His tongue retreats, laving over your folds with practiced precision. You bury your head in the rough sofa fabric, muffling the depraved sounds crossing your lips. Your fingers reach up and wrap around his thick wrist, needing a tether to reality. His free hand travels to his belt, loosening the leather and freeing his erection to the humid trailer.

He knows you and your tells. Dragging that wicked tongue back, he corners your little neglected clit. Sucks it into his mouth like an after dinner mint, savoring the tangy sweetness of you. Your hips thrust back at him, desperate for more as you begin your hedonistic descent. 

Time and space lose all meaning as Bob goes in for the kill, switching between the heavy pulls on your clit and the slippery licks along your core. Blowing cool air where you’re most sensitive before sweeping in with his burning tongue. The combination of his stiff muscle fucked into your depths and his thumb bumping your swollen clit finally send you over the edge, a white light overtaking your body as you scream into the plush cushion below.

Film legend Robert Floyd cleans your juices from your shaking thighs thoroughly.

Begrudgingly, your limbs are jelly as you bring yourself to his level. Bob’s hands continue their ministrations to the globes of your ass, squeezing and groping the soft skin. When you finally find yourself sitting upright, his thick cock nestled between the soft lips of your cunt, he gives into his desires and draws his hand up, only to bring it down with a slap! The sound rings through the room and his cheeks tinge pink with arousal and embarrassment.

“Admiral!” you giggle as he repeats the harsh slap on the other cheek. 

While you have the devastatingly sexy view of a sweaty admiral beneath you, his eyes are glued to the mirror across the trailer that captures the dark red handprint he wishes he could tattoo on your perfect ass. 

Lips descend upon his and the trailer is filled with the slick sounds of tongues and moans, four hands grasping with the need to touch. But where to touch? His burning skin? The cool pins of his jacket? It’s almost too easy a choice to wrap your fingers around the bulbous head of his cock while he swallows your desperate little tongue.

“That’s it, feel how hard Daddy is for you.”

He finally pulls himself from your kiss-bitten lips as his hands tug down the neckline of your filmy dress, exposing your heaving breasts to the room. Lips dipping down to wrap around your hardened nipple, leaving teeth marks and wet kisses on tender flesh. Your moans egging him on to bite deeper, suck harder.

The world knows the reserved man who waits to speak, level-headed in the most dire situations. And yet here he is, the remnants of your orgasm staining his chin as he closes his eyes to better enjoy the peaked bud he’s devouring. 

He’s delicious and all yours.

Your fingers tangle at the nape of his neck, grasping the short strands with all your might as you pull him off your chest with an audible pop. Those impossibly blue eyes look at you reverently, letting you call the shots so he can continue to enjoy your body as it deserves. You drag your shared gaze to where your bodies meet and a grunt involuntarily leaves him. Finally.

The first touch is a puzzle piece falling into place. The thick head of him asking for entrance, slick with your desire. 

Those unbelievably large hands hold themselves delicately at your waist, assisting your descent. His eyes flicker between yours and the welcoming entrance of your cunt. Your commanding admiral - your sweet Bobby - grasps you securely as you try to sink further on his swollen cock.

“Daddy, it’s too big.” Your voice is pained, teary eyes struggling to hold his gaze just as he likes. His size splitting you open like his own personal cock sleeve.

“You can take it, baby, just breathe.” His heart threatens to beat out of his chest as your impossibly tight cunt squeezes around him. “There’s my good girl, gonna fit all of Daddy, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly lifting your hips, muscle memory takes over as you adjust. The ease of taking his thick cock coming back to you as your breasts bounce with your fervent movement. The lapel of his jacket wrinkles as you hold it, lip between your teeth as he grazes that spongy spot only he can reach.

He guides you in your pursuit of pleasure, admiring the way you thrust you chest out as you clench around him. One hand on his lapel, the other grasping his knee. Truly using his body to get yourself off. So unbelievably sexy.

Your admiral’s thumb finds your clit, rubbing persistent slow circles over the sensitive, swollen bud. Times a hard press with when you are completely full of him, your senses overwhelmed. Bob. Bob. Bob. His balls ache with the need to claim you as his.

Impatient, knowing call time is mere moments away, Bob lifts his hips to yours. Pumping his erection deep, all the way to the hilt as his balls brush your ass. He’s so deep, so perfectly deep. A guttural moan leaves your spit-slicked lips, begging for your orgasm. 

“Are you going to cum for your admiral?” His deep voice rings through your ears as you chase your high, the world clouding as only his cock becomes your reality. Your fingers card through his hair, silver and golden brown weaving together to keep you grounded in your pleasure. “I said, are you going to cum for your admiral?”

“Yes!” The next lot over could probably hear you shout to the heavens, plunging yourself down on Bob’s thick cock as your orgasm plunges you over the cliff. Sweet relief flooding your senses as your pussy pulses around him as a thank you.

Your lips find his neck as you nuzzle in, hips still sunk low on his throbbing erection. You need to be filled with Daddy’s cum.

The stiff fabric of his uniform jacket rubs your bare skin as he holds you close, pressing your nipples to his insignia pins as he strongly thrusts those last few times. Grunting into your cooing mouth as he finally lets go, cock pulsing as thick white jets of his cum coat your walls. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whisper in his ear when you carefully pull off, barely enough energy to keep your thighs closed for the sake of his uniform. He gently guides you onto your back, ever the gentleman. 

You stretch your sore limbs and relax into the plushness of his trailer sofa, hands wrapping behind your head as you smile, satiated, while Bob’s creamy cum runs past your thighs to pool on the fabric. Your graying lover gives you a wry smile as he regains his breath against the back the couch, uniform crumpled and bearing a stain a little too close to his zipper. 

Always so messy. But so worth it.

There’s a rap at the door, three quick knocks that shake you both from your orgasmic haze. Bob rushes to cover your modesty, fiddling with the hems of your dress with clumsy fingers. Wishing you were home so he could wrap you in his robe and run a bath before watching the ocean from the terrace instead of praying there’s wipes in this shoddy trailer. 

“Mr. Floyd? We’re ready for you,” comes through the door. The PA who whispered you were an assistant, now only steps away from your bare breasts and dirty thighs.

You wiggle your eyebrows at Bob as you fix your own appearance, amused as the bigger than life Robert Floyd shuffles around the room, tucking in his button up and wiping sweat from his collar. Blush in full force as he hands you the thong resting on the kitchenette. He shakes his head at you, mirth softening the edges of his hard gaze. There’s another knock at the door.

Uniform fully back in place, Bob takes a moment to admire you before an afternoon in front of cameras. Enjoying this last moment before he gets into character. Hands on your soft hips, sated cerulean eyes appreciating the curves of your mischievous lips. “Be a good girl for me today and Daddy will give you a reward later. Deal?”

You bite your lip and nod with a smirk, opening the door of the trailer so he’s not later than he already is. Today you get to watch him do the thing he loves, that in itself is already a reward. The crowd outside the trailer watches you turn back and leave one last kiss to his lips.

“Yes…Admiral.”

Bob can’t wait to surprise you with the South Sea pearl and diamond earrings he’s saved for this day. It’s his baby girl’s first day on set, only the best to commemorate the occasion.

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[cambion-companion]

Infernal Cuddles

OKAY so I was cuddling with my cat last night and while he was dreaming his tail was waving around in his dream which got me thinking! haha you know exactly where I am going with this. So please indulge me in this drabble cause it is rotting my brain.

Raphael x reader (gn)

This wasn't your first visit to Raphael's home, nor even close to the first time you'd warmed his bed.

However, he had never before allowed you to fall asleep next to him.

At first you'd thought it a mistake. A momentary lapse soon to be corrected when he sent you careening back through some portal to the material plane.

Your muscles had tensed as his hand met your waist and pulled you a bit forcefully against him, his body bending around yours and his whispered words in your ear, "Don't move, little mouse. And don't stray. Those who skitter and creep these halls at night are not kind to flesh so soft as yours."

His nails dug briefly into your bare hip, his wing draping down over your flushed body like an eldritch blanket.

You were caught between fear and comfort. Anticipation mixing with the utter exhaustion only derived from being a devil's favorite plaything. Despite the trepidation, you slowly began to relax. Your weight easing back against Raphael, his hand still hot upon the dip of your waist.

Healing sleep enveloped you, your dreams betraying nothing of the hellscape you rested in, nestled in the arms of a quite literal cambion. In your subconscious you could feel the rumble of Raphael's chest as he snored, and you woke only slightly when he adjusted his position to face away from you.

Your limbs tangled in the soft sheets as you stretched, sliding to find a more comfortable place under the black silk. Your eyelashes fluttered, images of what the morning could possibly bring flitting out of thought and worry as you snuggled back down to sleep.

You felt a sharp blow to your backside. A squeak of pain left you, your eyes snapping back open with sudden alertness.

"Ouch!" You complained, massaging where you'd been struck and rolling onto your back. "Hey!"

Raphael had landed another blow, this time across the top of your thigh. You sat up, blearily squinting in his direction.

The room was dim, but you could still make out Raphael's still sleeping form with his back to you, the tip of his long tail twitching before arcing up and landing with a soft thud against the bedspread.

The long devil's tail rose once more but this time you caught it in your hand before it could smack you again. Raphael made a soft noise, the most vulnerable sound you'd heard from him. He seemed to wake, rolling over and sitting up, his tail sliding through your palm until it dropped away.

"You were dreaming." You tried to explain, a little unnerved by his silent glowing stare. "Your tail was moving."

Raphael didn't speak for a moment, taking his time to languidly stretch his limbs and wings, almost catching you in the face as he did so.

You hesitated. Then you scooted over a couple inches toward him, inexplicably seeking the warmth of his touch.

"The hazards of sleeping with a devil." Raphael's voice was husky, it sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

He reclined on his back and extended his arm to you, his lips twitching slightly when you eagerly cozied up by his side. "Such a good little thing. Eager as a pup."

You didn't argue, not wanting to spoil the moment you'd likely never get to relive.

Raphael didn't apologize. You got the feeling he found the whole situation rather amusing. In the days and months that followed, whenever the two of you were sharing a moment of passion, his tail would often smack against your bare skin. Your answering gasp and flinch would be followed by the familiar low chuckle of your infernal lover.

[bnuyy2]

The First Snow

Gn! Reader x Masc! Fave

Synopsis: Your lover wakes to find the bed cold. He doesn't need to look long to find you seated at the window sill watching as the world goes white.

Word Count: 641

Warnings: fluff, domesticity, no pronouns for reader

Note: this is really short and just came to me as i was falling asleep like idk where this came from anyways i wrote this with many characters in mind, particularly the ones who are a little grumpy and jaded but so full of love 🩵

Something had woken you out of your sleep, and you opened your eyes to face the window.

It took you a moment to realise the brightness did not come from the sun rising at 1 o’clock in the morning, but from the street lights illuminating the sparkling snow layered on nearly every surface. You are careful not to wake your lover as you raise yourself from the bed and pad over to the scene, seating yourself on the wide windowsill to watch the cascading bits of fluff up close.

You had only meant to be away from bed for a moment, but you were thoroughly captivated and stuck in place. It took just a few minutes for the man you’d left behind to begin unconsciously searching for your warmth, scooching his body closer to your side and reaching out his arm.

When he realises there is none to find, he begrudgingly opens an eye in search of you, and finds your form sitting entirely too far away from him. He quietly grunts your name which coaxes a hum from you, but you don't face him.

"Come back to me," He mumbles, his eye drifting closed again as he awaits what he hopes will be your swift return to his side.

"In a minute," You respond, and there is no way he can sleep now.

He sighs, lifting himself from the mattress and trudging over to the ledge where you sit pressed against the cool glass, pulling close a chair to sit by you. Now you turn your attention to him and smile.

His hair is tousled in a way that only you are allowed to see, and though he would never admit it, his mouth has formed a pout. You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and your smile grows as he snuggles his face into your palm, his stubble mildly abrasive on your skin.

"It's snowing," You quietly point out, and he nods. Only you thought in his exhaustion he wouldn't have noticed.

"Hurts my eyes," He mumbles, and you can feel his lips move against your hand, supple and warm. The brightness of the snow would surely sting eyes just woken from sleep.

You lean down and kiss his eyelids to soothe the ache, and he huffs a sigh from deep in his chest. When you straighten up again, you see the corners of his mouth have lifted a bit into a small grin.

"It looks lovely though," You reason, turning your eyes back towards the window.

He watches you, the shirt you slept in slipping to expose more of your shoulder. He sees the content look of your glowing face and your eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Yes. Very lovely."

Eventually he does move his gaze from you to the rest of the world, watching the first glimpse of winter.

From this, he sees roads made more difficult, a driveway that will need shovelling, and skin chapped with cold, and he doesn't doubt you are aware of those things as well.

What he loves about you is the space you make for beauty, letting your appreciation for it cushion you from whatever hurts may come. He has begun to learn to do so through you, his greatest beauty.

He will carry your sweet concerned voice in his mind as he drives with care and let you fret over his large frozen hands when he comes inside, frantically rubbing them between your own in an attempt to warm them before you go to fix him a hot drink. He also loves to see how your eyelashes catch the frost, and the endearing traditions you indulge in for the season.

"My love," You whisper. He had fallen asleep with his head on your thigh. You pat his hair down as you watch him shift at the sound of your voice.

"Let's go to bed."

You rise from the window sill and he lets you take his hand to return to each other's arms. There will be time enough to experience the pains and joys of winter in the morning.

[qoqurt]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MIDNIGHT FICTION

summary a late night spent between daisy and her lovers. ( wc : 1.5k )

cw for brief mentions of insomnia and homesickness

pairing ethan edwards + luke hughes x fem!oc daisy ahn

this one shot is very loosely based on ‘midnight fiction’ by illit, so please give it a listen while you read!

au masterlist | about daisy | about daisy + her lovers

october 23rd, 2022

daisy was restless. any attempt at sleep seemed to be futile, as she grabbed her phone and read the time as 1:29am. laying flat on her back against the mattress, daisy stared up at the ceiling upon the multitude of glow in the dark stars plastered on it — courtesy of david and yujin. she turns her head to the side, taking notice of the way her lovers are fast asleep next to her.

while she usually takes the centre of their snuggle, it’s luke who’s in the middle this time; as a result of feeling drained from a long day. she can’t blame him either — midterms are just around the corner — and that coupled with arduous practice days makes for an exhausted pair of boyfriends. ethan’s arm is draped over luke’s stomach as he sleeps on his back, the pair of them breathing in tandem as soft snores escape their lips. she’s not sure why it is she can’t fall asleep. when the boys are over, she’s usually one of the first to clock out, but it seems that it’s just one of those nights.

sleepless nights weren’t uncommon for daisy — her insomnia at an all time high since she’s been in michigan — but she’s been getting better at dealing with homesickness despite it. it’s gotten easier with luke and ethan around.

without waking her lovers up, daisy slips out of the covers; feeling fortunate she decided to let ethan have the wall side of her bed. she looks over her shoulder once as she quietly pads towards the door, ensuring the guys are still fast asleep before she slips out the door of her bedroom, quietly shutting it behind her.

as she stands in the hybrid between a kitchen and living room, she weighs her options out. she could finish up the physiology work she had due on monday, but she didn’t think her brain was cognitive enough to focus on schoolwork at this hour. she’d thought about calling sunghoon, but knew he was busy with work. yujin would definitely pick up if she called, but ultimately daisy discarded the idea of phoning someone at all — not really in the mood to talk over the phone at one in the morning.

realistically, the play is to attempt to go back to bed, but she’s already committed herself to finding methods to do that. she’d run out of melatonin and forgot to grab more, so that was out of the question.

which is what led to where daisy was now; sporting luke’s michigan hoodie as she hunched over the microwave, milk in her favourite mug spinning inside. warm milk and honey — or fairy milk, as her mother called it — was daisy’s go to sleep remedy back home, her mother making it on nights like these.

though, as she’s watching the mug spin, the soft hum of the microwave seems to distract her from the sound of her bedroom door opening again and footfall approaching her. she only snapped out of her stupor as she felt a pair of arms circle around her middle, pulling her into the broad chest of her perpetrator. it startled her briefly, but she seemed to calm after hearing luke’s drowsy voice.

“woke up ‘cause you weren’t in bed. can’t sleep?” despite the grogginess in his voice, his tone isn’t accusatory nor jaded. he’s simply making a statement. daisy melts into his hold, his warm body comforting as it encircles her and consumes her entirely. luke was no stranger to daisy’s sleeping problems; having known her for nearly a decade and then some. to him, loving daisy was as easy as breathing, and with ethan in the mix, he found that the three of them came naturally.

daisy could only nod, not trusting her voice as she turned to face him. “mm. yeah, ‘m sorry lukey, didn’t mean to wake you.” she murmurs, as luke cranes his head down to press a feather light kiss to the crown of daisy’s head, the hairs in that area becoming a little more disheveled than they already were. even if daisy wasn’t the most affectionate between the three of them, she always relished in the touch of her partners. “don’t sweat it, daf. only noticed when i woke up to get the water on your bedside table. what’re you making?” he asks.

“fairy milk.” she answered, as luke hums in understanding. pulling away for a brief moment, he lets daisy take the now steaming mug out of the microwave, watching with endearment as she uses the sleeves of his sweater to shield her hands away from the biting heat of the porcelain mug, placing it on the counter as she adds the honey and vanilla into it. the pair of them move to the kitchen table, sitting across from one another whilst daisy mixes her concoction. she watches as luke sits in front of her, her brows furrowing as he watches her sip from her mug.

“what?” he pipes up, resting his head against his forearms on the surface of the table.

daisy puts her mug down on the coaster, her expression carrying hesitation as she picks her next words. “you don’t have to stay up with me, luke. i feel bad. you’re tired.” she points out, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. she’s expecting him to nod in agreement and head back to bed, but she’s almost surprised to see him shrug in reply. “so? you didn’t think i was gonna leave you here to wallow in your lonesome, did you?” he teases, and daisy’s astonished that her boyfriend can be so sassy even when he’s half asleep.

she’s about to make a snarky retort, but the sound of ethan’s sleepy voice carries through the apartment, temporarily stopping any train of thought daisy once had. “why’d you guys leave?” he whines out, taking the seat next to daisy, leaning his head against her shoulder as her head instinctively moves to rest against his for a brief moment in acknowledgement. she sits up again as she takes a sip of her milk. “daffy couldn’t sleep. was just keeping her company.” he says, reaching over to take her hand across the table, wanting to feel her touch as well in the same way ethan’s cuddled up to her.

“i didn’t wanna wake either of you.” daisy quips back, squinting at the pair of them. “don’t wanna bother you guys when you’re both exhausted.”

“counter argument,” ethan begins, sounding a little more awake now. “you should wake us up when you’re feeling restless.” luke simply nods in agreement.

“me personally, as much as i love my sleep, i’d rather know when you’re not able to sleep. plus, it’s our free day tomorrow. meaning, we can sleep in.” luke adds on, the prospect of being able to sleep in well into the afternoon sounding nothing but enticing to all three of them. even if they’re all early birds. daisy wants to protest, but she can’t find it in her to do so; only making a sound of fulmination as ethan and luke both take turns sipping from her mug. “parasites, the both of you.” she chides, taking her mug out of ethan’s grasp, the latter smacking a kiss to her cheek.

“yeah, but you love us.” ethan points out, using his free hand to poke daisy in the cheek. while she lets out an indignant huff, she doesn’t disagree with him either. it’s true, after all. loving luke and ethan was second nature to daisy, and even if she didn’t admit it often, she was wrapped around their fingers. they’d somehow managed to worm their way into her glass heart, even going as far as creating a protective layer over it. she always wondered what she’d done to deserve love like theirs, but learned to accept it in time (with the help of luke and ethan’s eager words of encouragement.)

the next hour is filled with lulled conversation, the trio having migrated to the couch sometime during it. they’re watching cartoons on the tv, and as luke is about to ask for daisy’s opinion on his and ethan’s most recent debate, he’s met with the sight of his girlfriend dozing off, her eyelids droopy as she fights the drowsiness. it makes the pair of them feel incredibly warm and awfully fond as ethan scoops her into his arms in one fell swoop, carrying her back to her bedroom as luke follows behind, shutting the door on their way in.

with familiarity, ethan gently deposits daisy in the middle now, taking his original spot by the wall as luke takes daisy’s original position. the pair of them circle around her as she relishes in their warmth, savouring their gentle goodnight kisses. “thanks for staying up with me.” she mumbles, the exhaustion sinking deeper into her bones as it becomes harder and harder for daisy to stay up. as she drifts off, she can faintly hear them whisper their ‘goodnights’ and ‘i love yous’.

super fun fact daisy keeps a nightlight on her bedside table — it’s miffy shaped!

note from mei i hope you guys liked that!! this is probably my first proper one shot here and i’m happy it gets to be about these three. i also take requests for x reader one shots, so please feel free to send in asks and requests!

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[coffe-book-club]

˚₊‧꒰ა sweet like a pain au chocolat ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

info: sweet boyfriend tom kaulitz x girlfriend fem! reader

disclaimers: none in particular. just a lot of fluff, sweet things and a little bit of smut.

she sleeps on top of him, the late october sun shining through the shutters of his room.

his mother is preparing dinner in the kitchen downstairs and he's simply lying on his comfy and cozy bed. enjoying the sun, enjoying the warmth of her body, basking in the glow of happiness that only first love can bring.

his soft hands gently caress her long wavy hair, slowly running his fingers through those soft curls. her warm breath lightly tickles tom's toned chest, his lips are slightly parted and a light snore escapes the girl's soft lips. his hands are rubbing circles in the small of her back while she continues to lay on his chest. he try and stay still, not wanting to wake her. but her warmth, the smell of her hair, the sound of her breathing as she sleeps is driving him nuts. he's lean down and kiss her forehead and then, not knowing or caring if it wakes her, he kiss her mouth.

their soft lips touch gently, a small smile forms on the girl's lips but she doesn't wake up. in fact, he snuggles closer to tom's bare chest, slowly caressing the right side of his neck with his fingertips. tom close his eyes and exhale, taking in her sweet scent. her head lays on his chest and tom wrap his body around her as he pull her closer to him and let the sun's rays warm they both. his soft hands continue to gently scratch circles into her back and he let out a soft and slightly tired sigh as the moment is so calm and peaceful. the gentle light of the mid-october sun shines lightly on their naked skin. the shadows of the two sweet boyfriends dance gently on the greenish wall of tom's bedroom. that sweet smile does not disappear from the girl's soft lips, but persists. abandoning herself to the sweet and slow caresses that her boyfriend reserves for her.

the girl's right hand slowly lowers, caressing tom's shoulder and collarbone with the tips of her fingertips. lowering himself further and further, until she gently touches his small pink left nipple. “uhm...” the girl's nails, painted a pale blue. they slowly tickle tom's pale skin, sending a long, sweet shiver down his spine and lower stomach.

tom start to kiss her neck as the sun's rays slowly transition into the shade of dusk, her hair falling freely around her face and her body still tightly pressed against his. the sound of her breath tickles his ears. he let a gentle moan escape as he feel her nail's caress across my pale skin.

the girl's eyes open slowly, and then close again to try to get used to the light of the sun again. a sweet moan leaves the soft and juicy lips of the sweet girl, lying next to tom, with her small body and still completely naked. tom's soft lips leave sweet wet kisses on her thin neck. the smile does not leave his lips and the memory of what happened between the two sweet lovers. resurfaces in the girl's mind, causing countless shivers of pleasure down her back and lower abdomen. he hold onto her as i look up at the sunlight beaming through my blinds.

he lean back against the headboard and caress her hair with his left hand, running his fingers through her curls and kissing the back of her neck on occasion. this warm saturday afternoon just might be one of the best days of his life, if not the best. he whisper, “i love you, y/n” before kissing her neck again.

the sweet girl's heart slowly melts at tom's words. like a knob of butter, on a mountain of soft, hot pancakes. wrapping both of his arms around tom's shoulders, lightly stroking his long dreadlocks. - “i love you too, my beloved tom” she lets herself be kissed, sweetly and slowly. letting herself heal all her internal wounds by his loving kisses. he moves his face slightly, to be able to kiss tom's soft cheek. they lightly touch the tip of his nose, then rub it lovingly. he shift slightly, leaning my body into hers. he can hear her slight snoring but he love hearing it. tom feel his chest vibrate with her heartbeat and it drives he crazy. she's so... perfect. they spend the majority of their time in his bed, doing a vast array of things; he lost count as to how many times they had fun there. he sigh, his smile only growing and he close his eyes as he embrace her body against his, enjoying her warmth and their love.

the soft green blanket, is the shell of their love in this moment. tom is above the girl's naked body, supporting himself with his left elbow so as not to hurt her. gently caressing her soft, round breasts with his right hand. the girl's arms are wrapped around tom's shoulders, caressing his soft skin. his dreadlocks are loose and fall gently downwards, lightly touching his girlfriend's beautiful body. he lightly pinches the girl's swollen and sensitive nipple, a soft, sweet moan leaves her soft, swollen lips. “oh... tom” he hold her closer to him as his free hand gently runs through her hair. he lean over and start running the tip of his tongue across her chest, making him way from her collarbone to one breast and then the other. he hear her moan again as her breathing grows heavier before biting her nipple gently with his teeth. a slight chuckle leaves his mouth. she tilts her head further, sinking into tom's soft pillow. his good scent floods her nostrils, clouding her mind and entering a delicious state of pure desire. sweet and long shivers spread along his back and lower abdomen. her boyfriend's penis is getting hard again, little by little. gently stroking the inside of her right thigh. making her arch her back, with the desire to feel him inside her again. wanting to feel full of him and connected to her boyfriend once again.

tom slides his tongue along her stomach, kissing and licking her. he looks up, bathed in her beautiful eyes “are you ready for round two?”

hii 🧣 how are you? i can't wait for december. christmas has always been my favorite holiday. decorate the house with christmas decorations, drink hot chocolate and hot herbal teas in beautiful cups, prepare the gingerbread house... i also made dark chocolate chip cookies 👏🏻✨ but unfortunately i have permanently lost my old profile @/lilfloo, i discovered that i can't have it again and i was very upset, also because i was very fond of that profile 😩 i apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors, but english is not my native language. xoxo flo.

[chiliyue-archived]

Apricate

↬fluffy morning thing

includes; tetchō

entry; 🥞 - lazy sunday morning

tags; he calls u pretty & beautiful. wrote this sleep deprived 💀

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mornings can feel transient with tetchō as your lover, the causation of such found within his occupation.

his formidable position within the hunting dogs would beckon his attention amongst the inchoate hours of leaking gold and streaks of blue. for beyond the encompassing dorm grew a cacophony of the revitalizing yokohama and with it a need to weed out perils that threatened to cut the tranquility of the city.

however, despite his unwavering commitment; it was growing impossible each day for tetchō to pull himself away from bed.

the warmth of your body snuggling into him rivals the afternoon sun, and the panning of your breath became a source of comfort that reverbated along his body, exuding a form of security. whenever you nuzzle into his shoulder, he could feel the yearning to stay by your side grow tremendously.

even as silence shrouds the bedroom - save your light snores; tetchō hardly seemed perturbed by it. its evident by the roaming of his fingers along your arm, diffusing an ignition of emotion whilst his head lazily perches on his crook arm. his expression took a serene one of sorts, wrinkles etched in the corners on eyes and gaze softening the longer he basked in the warm bed. he's done it so many times before, but it renews with curiosity when the sun bounces off your figure, dappling your skin in a glow.

as he aquires more cogition with the fading of fatigue, he comes to fixate on the diminutive details, that altogether formulate the object of his affections. the cadence of your chest, fluttering of your eyes and the tousled hair captivate his attention even as the minutes ticked away at his heeding hour.

he never regarded himself as a poet. he found his art to reside with the manipulation of his sword. even so, it wasn't often he had nourished himself into the catalogs of art - especially poetic expressions. but the temptation became tantalizing and, in the moment, became enveloped by a collection of descriptors that formed like a mantra. it slips from his tongue without dubiety, it's clarity evidencing the words.

" you're so beautiful." he brushes his lips along your forehead, his murmur paired with the fearthing of his hands. the tips lazily scribed contours along your wrist - lingering against the pulse point attentively. he felt weighted down by the repeating echo, resulting in an ardent stir in his ribs.

"and breathtaking." his hand moves past your ear, mindlessly coiling the hairs. never once does the bliss-like countenance falter.

" pretty." unbeknownst to him, a fresh coat of pink would tickle his cheeks. but the growing flush was deterred by the grin that inched along his face, furthur reflected by his golden irises that shimmered in the caught light.

it was so easy to lose himself in merely committing your figure to memory. it was a habit he fell victim to even at its perceived insipid iteration. no matter the repetition, hearts would linger where his irses should be.

when you slowly stirred from your rest, you were greeted by a beaming face that watched your movement with interest.

just knowing it would be ephemeral and that he would soon depart with nothing but ebbing warmth was enough to jut a pout on his lips. the sulk doesn't last long when you reach out to cup his face, thumb grazing the marking beneath his eye. tetchō always mimicked the gesture; a larger hand cupping your cheek paired with tucking loose strands behind your ear. and once again, he was limbering to your touch - the wordless exchange nearly persuading him a couple more minutes of indulgence.

" hiro, hi." he shuffles closer as though trying to hear your voice better and just the slip of his name was enough to swarm his chest. his heart goes aflutter when you reciprocate a frazzled grin, drowsy rich voice whispering a "good morning." he's obsessed with it.

" what are you staring at?" you question, voice midly raspy. tetchō's gaze remained locked in place, even as he angled his head to capture your palm in a brevity of tenderness.

"you," he replies honestly, watching keenly at your eyes before flickering south. he blinked slowly before moving his head until it was just shy of yours. " may i?" his voice pricked your lip, laced in an affectionate tone.

when you nod, he melded a gentle kiss on your lips. he stalls for as long as possible, savoring the exchange and the sweetness that provokes the hairs on his nape to elevate. you could feel his cheek warm up from where you held him, a pink growing and prevailing.

" you're so kind to me, my love." he hums, " i only have a couple minutes." his voice contained a hint of guilt, placid grin twitching lightly with gravity. it dissipates by the reassuring smile you send him, pulse hastening momentarily.

wordlessly, he rests his palm over yours, securing it against his face. his adjacent one went to grasp the back of your head, gently tugging you close until you were huddled against his chest. you can faintly make out a thump that resonates within your ear, lightly hampered by the clothing he adorns himself in.

" you look pretty in the sun." he muses, observing as the rays steep on you like a meticulous stroke of a paintbrush.

" really?"

" mhm, but..." you can feel his lips curve against your palm, words becoming muffled and sending jolts along your spine - ornating altogether of his ceaseless rapport. " you always will be my pretty lover no matter the time."

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I went to sleep at 9 and woke up at 12 💀 can't sleep so wrote this instead. I'll fix mistakes when I'm not drowning in sleep deprivation(praying there isn't anything overly atrocious). I hope it isn't ooc jdjdkd

anyways kicking the redflags to the curb, i am now a tecchou luvr 🫶

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 13 — Christmas Market

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 700

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

The city was draped in a winter blanket as you and Bucky strolled hand in hand through the enchanting pathways of the Christmas market. The aroma of roasted chestnuts, gingerbread, and spiced mulled wine wafted through the air. Wooden, rustic stalls were decorated with festive cheer—colorful ornaments, wreaths, and twinkling fairy lights. Seasonal melodies filled the air, creating a sense of community and celebration. People of all ages reveled in the festivities—culinary delights, shopping, and joyful activities. In this enchanting wonderland, with your lover by your side, a magical adventure awaited.

Bucky couldn't help stealing glances at you; your gloved hand fit perfectly in his as you leaned against his bicep. Your eyes twinkled from the lights that adorned the market and its stalls. The soft hues of the different colored lights cast an eternal radiance across your face, leaving Bucky breathless. He knew this season held a special place in your heart, and your happiness warmed his soul.

“What’s on your mind, doll? Where to first?” he questioned, brushing his lips against your temple.

“How about some hot chocolate first? Then, we can continue exploring. I want to take it all in with you by my side.”

Stopping at the nearest hot chocolate stand, Bucky ordered two steaming cups topped with a dollop of whipped cream. As you sipped the rich, chocolatey goodness, you leisurely strolled through the stalls, immersing yourselves in the holiday magic, savoring the sights, sounds, and scents surrounding you.

"We should get new decorations for our Christmas tree," Bucky suggested, his breath visible in the winter air as he gestured towards a stall selling handcrafted ornaments. The diverse pieces were stunning, each different and with intricate details that showed off the impressive craftsmanship. A figurine of a couple in a romantic embrace caught your eye. It would grace your tree, front and center, displayed proudly.

"This will be perfect for our tree, babe."

Cheesiness aside, Bucky embraced you just like the figurine, resting his forehead against yours. "It'll be the most perfect piece on the tree," he murmured, leaning in and sealing his words with a sweet kiss.

Continuing shopping, you stumbled upon a stall selling handmade scarves and mittens. With excitement, you suggested picking out matching scarves, a small gesture that would keep your hearts and bodies warm. Playfully trying on different colors—greens, reds, and blues—you settled on scarves that complemented each other perfectly.

"This will be so cute," you giggled, swapping the old ones for the new ones. A quick photo of you two with the recent purchase became your lock screen.

The aroma of freshly baked gingerbread cookies drew you to a nearby stall that called your names, and you couldn’t resist the allure, stomachs rumbling in hunger for delicious treats. Purchasing some, you found a cozy nook nestled in the heart of the market. Sitting on a bench, you snuggled close and enjoyed a tranquil moment as you munched on the warm, spiced cookies. The world around you melted away. The chilly air, the twinkling lights, and the cheerful tunes wrapped you in a cocoon of intimacy and magic.

"This is perfect," Bucky whispered, his gaze fixed on you.

You nodded, a fulfilled smile playing on your lips. "It is," you purred, brushing your lips with his. "But with you, babe, it's beyond magical."

As the evening progressed, the market became even more enchanting. The towering Christmas tree in the center of the square twinkled with holiday colors, drawing you both into its mesmerizing glow.

Underneath the branches, Bucky drew you tightly to him, gently cupping your cheeks and gazing into your shimmering eyes. You got lost in your shared intimacy, relishing in your touch and gazes.

"This has been one of my favorite evenings with you, doll."

His declaration made your heart stop and then beat again with intensity. After all these years, you found yourself falling in love all over again with each moment spent with him—his touches, his words.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, doll. Forever and beyond.”

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a delicate connection that spoke louder than words—time stood still as you shared the sweetness of the kiss, a moment that felt like a scene from a holiday romance movie.

The Christmas market had become a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and love—a night etched into your memories as a chapter in your forever love story.

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[omkookie]

⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 16+ Yandere themes, Groping, Perversion, Fem!reader

He looks down at your sleeping face, Your chest rising up and then falling as you breathe in and out peacefully, Unaware of the man who crept into your room and is watching you as you sleep.

Rio's hand ghosts over your cheek, His touch so delicate it's barely even there.

His chest tightens, and his fists clench as he continues watching you.

Rio frowns at himself.

The more he looks down at your beautiful sleeping body the dirtier he feels. Your long lashes cast shadows underneath your eyes as the moonlight illuminates you. And his hand trails riskily down your neck, then the curve of your breasts. He cups your right breast in his hand and lightly squeezes it, his eyes focus on your beautiful lips.

'If you woke up and caught him doing this, what would you do?'

The thought of you catching him in the act sends a nervous yet exciting thrill down his spine.

Rio's eyes glint in the moonlight, Their beautiful sky blue color looking dark and murky with a single glow of insanity within them.

He leans down to kiss your lips, His chest tingling as he pulls back to look at your face.

He's never done this before.

It feels good, Way too good. Rio's lips are on yours once more. This time he closes his eyes to savour the sweet kiss he shares with you. All he can think of while he kisses you is your sweet soft lips underneath his, And the feel of your soft breast in his hand. His hands now trail boldly over your body. He grabs a handful of your lovely thighs and squeezes your beautiful waist.

It takes all of his self-control to stop and pull away.

He lets out a disappointed sigh, Already missing your sweet lips.

Don't you know how you have him wrapped around your finger? Even while you sleep.

He's so down bad for you. It even scares him. He thought he would be alright with being just friends, yet, that wasn't enough. He prefers sneaking into your room like this to touch you in the sweet way a lover would.

He feels greedy, Greedy to have even more of you, and yet he can't. He doesn't want to do something so horrible you would hate him forever.

Rio takes your warm hand into his bigger but colder one. He kisses your ring finger and then pulls your bedsheets higher to cover you, "I'll marry you one day, I promise. You'll be the happiest and most beautiful bride." He whispers.

"Goodnight, My beautiful future bride." Rio bids you farewell and then leaves your room.

He walks down the dark hallway, Feeling colder and colder, yet more anxious because he's been left alone without you... He really needs you by his side desperately.

He comes to a halt, now regretting he left your room. He already misses you so much he's not sure what to do. His heart feels heavy, and his chest thumps wildly as he thinks of you.

He decides to go back. He takes long but quick strides towards your room, his heart pounding louder and louder until he finally reaches your door. He lets himself inside and then locks the door behind him, The lock making an audible click as he twists the key within the keyhole.

Rio approaches you, Already coming up with an excuse as to why he's in your bed when you wake up.

He'll say he had a bad dream. That should be enough.

The mattress of your bed dips under his weight, and he snuggles against you.

Rio lightly nudges you to wake you up, Already seeking the comfort he knows you will give him when you find out he had a "bad dream."

Although he feels slightly guilty for waking you, his heart still melts when you open your eyes and reveal that sweet yet confused sleepy expression on your face.

When he briefly explains why he's here, you don't question him any further. You accept him into your arms and offer him the comfort he needs after his earlier distress upon leaving you.

Rio sighs blissfully, Wishing he could stay in your arms like this forever.

He'll steal another kiss from you tomorrow night. For now, he'll have sweet dreams with you in them.

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Venus

Chrollo x chubby!reader 

AN: The site is SORELY lacking in chubby/fat reader fanfics for chrollo. Am I gonna fix it? Yes. That is all. Also, some suggestive language but we’re good pretty sure. I kept this gender neutral, but I do mention breasts, just fyi. 

A strong hand caressed Y/N’s stomach, kneading and massaging as it travelled across the expanse of flesh. Y/N sighed, letting their eyes close in bliss as the hand continued to knead their skin.

“Chrollo,” Y/N said.

A deep voice hummed in response. Y/N smiled as they heard Chrollo’s book close with a snap. His weight shifted, and an arm came around Y/N’s shoulders.

“What is it, love?” Chrollo asked.

“Your next mission is such a long way from Meteor City. Are you sure you can’t tell me what’s so important that’s caught your eye halfway across the globe?”  Y/N tilted their head, the low lamplight dancing across their face.

“That would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Chrollo asked.

“Always answering my questions with questions,” Y/N said. They leaned on Chrollo, who in turned pulled his love onto his lap. Y/N sighed again, breathing in the scent of Chrollo’s faded cologne and book ink that imbedded itself into his skin. Calloused hands found their way to Y/N’s back, supporting and stroking the folds of skin and fat it found there. Chrollo’s eyes glinted in the amber glow of the lamp next to him; he smiled as he regarded the soft curves and jagged edges of his love and let out a chuckle to himself before he spoke.

“It’s for you, you know,” he said.

Y/N frowned.

“What is?” Y/N asked.

“What I’m after. I wanted to spoil you,” Chrollo answered. He put up a finger as Y/N opened their mouth to protest. Shaking his head, he continued.

“I think you’ll like it. Just a small little token to have and appreciate, especially when I’m away on business,” Chrollo said. Y/N crinkled their nose as he sealed his statement with a kiss on their cheek.

Y/N rolled their eyes, shaking their head as Chrollo’s hands started to wander further down their sides and back.

“You know I don’t like it when you go through the trouble to steal things for me,” they chided. It was Chrollo’s turn to roll his eyes playfully, smiling at Y/N’s gasp as he kneaded their behind. Chrollo was quick to take his lover’s surprise to his advantage, turning them and himself and repositioning their bodies to that he lay slotted in between their thighs.

“Forget about all of that right now. Focus on me, won’t you, Y/N?”

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Y/N woke in their bed, body heavy and sore from the night before. Reaching out next to them, Y/N wasn’t surprised to find the sheets empty beside them. Sitting up, Y/N spotted a note with scrawl tucked away neatly beside them.

‘Y/N –

This mission won’t take long at all, but I’ll still be counting the minutes and seconds until I can be back in your arms. Keep the bed warm for me, love.

C’

Rolling over, Y/N yawned and snuggled further into their sheets. Surely, sleeping in for the day wouldn’t hurt? After all, they’d be keeping the bed warm.

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Days turned into a long, slow week, and Y/N had finished tidying up their house for what felt like the 100th time. They sighed, settling into the couch, bored out of their mind. The TV played in the background, flashing pictures against Y/N’s face. Curling around themselves, Y/N leaned on their hand as they flicked through the channels. As they watched the tv mindlessly, Y/N looked up as they heard their front door unlock.

“Hello? Chrollo, honey, is that you?” Y/N asked. Silence met their ears. Scoffing, Y/N got up from the couch and made their way into their kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a folded piece of paper with a picture of a web.

“Very funny,” Y/N said, more to themselves.

“I thought it might give my present an air of mystery,” a voice answered back.

Y/N gasped and turned, throwing their arms around Chrollo’s neck. Chrollo chuckled, prying Y/N from him and turning them around. He knelt to their ear and kissed it before whispering.

“I want you to be very good for me, can you do that? Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say,” Chrollo ordered. A shiver travelled down Y/N’s spine as they nodded eagerly. They shut their eyes and felt Chrollo’s cold fingers cover their lids. Slowly, the pair walked through the house until Chrollo stopped them in the bedroom.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Chrollo said.

“Alright, alright, I hear you. When did you come home?” Y/N asked.

“Just a little while ago. I wanted to surprise you, especially since I was gone longer than I expected.”

Y/N frowned.

“Did something happen?” they asked.

Y/N heard Chrollo huff and hum before answering.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle. I suppose these things happen to keep me on my feet. Alright, here it is. Hold out your hands, palms up, and keep your eyes closed.”

Y/N obeyed and grinned as they felt a small weight hit their palm. Feeling the object in their hand, Y/N tilted their head as they turned it over and over in their grasp. Bumps, crevices, and folds, in what felt like soft stone, met their grip.

“You’re killing me, Chrollo, can’t I open my eyes now?” “Very well, look,” Chrollo hummed.

Y/N’s eyes popped open, and they looked down. They gasped. In their hand, a stone figurine took up most of the space in their palm. Turning the little doll over, Y/N thought long and hard at why it seemed so familiar. The figure was round, much like themselves, with a heavy stomach and large breasts. Its arms cradled itself, and its head was crowned with rows of curly hair. Suddenly, the pieces connected in Y/N’s mind.

“Chrollo, is… is this what I think it is?”

Chrollo’s eyes shone. He nodded and leaned over to kiss Y/N on the forehead.

“A Venus figure from prehistory. Lauded across the world for its detail and devotion to the beauty of the human form. She’s shrouded in mystery; most historians and art experts can’t agree on who made them or why. I just know that she reminded me of you,” Chrollo said. He stood behind Y/N and kissed their shoulder before wrapping his arms around them.

“How did you get this? This must have been under who knows how much security! What if you got caught? Or what if-”

Chrollo laughed. Y/N frowned and turned around as Chrollo composed himself.

“The security was nothing. You know how much Shalnark likes a challenge, and I do think you’re forgetting just who you’re talking to, don’t you think, love?” Chrollo kissed Y/N’s free hand and pulled them close. “Do you like it, or do I need to return it?”

“I love it, Chrollo.”

Nodding, Chrollo wrapped his arms around Y/N’s frame. His hands found purchase on their back and hip, kneading the soft skin there. Y/N giggled as he held them and scrunched their nose when they felt his hands squeeze their body.

“Of course, it pales in comparison to you. But, like I said before, it was pretty, and it reminded me of you.”  

Rolling their eyes playfully, Y/N disengaged themselves from Chrollo’s grasp. They set the figure carefully on a dresser, before backing Chrollo up until the back of his knees hit their shared bed. Chrollo smiled as Y/N straddled him.

“What about it reminded you of me?” Y/N asked coyly.

Chrollo reached up, gripping Y/N stomach and waist, whilst Y/N batted their eyelashes and did their best to look coquettish.

“At first, it was the figure itself. But then, a little bit of research into it caused me to make some discoveries. It’s rare, it’s beautiful, and some people think it depicts a goddess of love and fertility. I think it’s an apt fit for my lover, don’t you?” Chrollo said. He wore his usual calm on his face, but Y/N grinned as the trail of their hands underneath his shirt colored his cheeks a rosy hue. Chrollo arched into Y/N’s touch, and Y/N could hear anticipation hanging on every breath he took.

“Love and fertility, hm?” Y/N teased. “I think I want to test that theory.”

[lili863]

Flower 🌼

Ok, so a little story here of my MC and Ominis, is that while Ominis has a few nicknames for MC, like darling, love etc. He mostly calls her flower like for example, My little flower, or hello Flower, goodbye flower etc lol.

And the reason for that is Ominis notices a little quirk where MC get up from bed first thing in the morning and before anything just hangs out by the window for a little bit to soak in the Sun which is something she always does if the sun is out.

On rainy or cloudy mornings she always needs cuddles to compensate 🫣

Not only does soaking in the morning sun feel good but weirdly for MC, it energizes her, just like a flower getting its first ray of sun, haha.

On those mornings, Ominis notices MC is in an extra good mood and is ready to start the day.

They both joke about it, and Ominis found this quite endearing about her, so thats how he came up with the nickname flower 🌼 and always greets her first thing in the morning when he finds her out of bed and by the window

"Good morning flower"

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A little drabble

MC and Ominis enjoyed their days off from their work in their cozy home by the cliffside in the highlands. And being that it was sunday, today was the perfect day to just relax.

MC stirs in her bed, groggily opening her eyes, taking in the sight of a gloomy morning peeking through the window. With a small groan, she sighs and turns around to find Ominis already awake, propped up against the headboard, with a book in his hands.

Already noticeing her sour mood, Ominis couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he felt her shuffling closer to him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled up against his side.

A gentle hand felt for her back before running up her spine and finally finding her head, tucking the disheleved hair behind her ears.

"No sun today, little flower"?

His gentle yet slightly amused tone caused MC to softly grunt in return hinting her slight annyoance.

Leaning down, Ominis presses a kiss on top of her forehead, making MC sigh with a small smile.

With the comfortable silence that ensued after, Ominis lightly stroked her hair until to fell back to sleep.

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Later that day, after MC and Ominis finished lunch, MC and Ominis found themselves engrossed in their respective tasks. MC took on the task of organizing their home library, carefully arranging books and restoring order to the once cluttered shelves when gradually soft rays of sunshine gradually filtered through the expansive windows, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the previously dim space

She sighs in content sweeping her gaze across the room when her eyes were drawn to the sight of a sunbeam gracefully illuminating the couch where Ominis was seated.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, Ominis drew his head up from his book, pausing for a second before searching for MC presence. As if he had already anticipated her approach, he gently set aside his book, a soft smile gracing his lips hearing her walk towards him.

The only thing that could make this day perfect for him was to have her in his arms and relish every single aspect of her.

She paused in your steps, wondering if she would be bothering Ominis and his reading when Ominis reaches out his hands and beckoned you with a soft voice. "Come here Flower"

With a few strides, she makes her way to her lover, whom eagerly awaits her with open arms before catching her wrists and gently tugging her to straddle him comfortably.

Her legs were on resting besides either side of his hips, and she leaned down and rested her head on his chest, basking in the warm sensation of his body and the sun with a soft sigh.

His heartbeat was steady yet strong, almost lulling her to sleep.

With his hands gently resting on her thighs, he started to stroke them tenderly, feeling her gradually drifting off to sleep, her breath becoming even. In that moment, Ominis wished he could freeze time and stay like this forever. As he turned his head, he softly murmured against her hair

"Sweet dreams Flower". 🌼

[synthetickitsune]

Hi again I see your requests are open, hope you are doing well. I was hoping to request Fluff prompts 1 and 4 with Chani from Sf9. It’s been a really long week for me and all I can think about is snuggling that man with some sweet kisses. 🫠 you always write the best scenarios ❤️ have a nice day!

Thank you very much, anon! You also have a nice day and I hope things are better now ♡

Chani (SF9) | Being held after a long day & Comfortable silence fluff | 0.5k

The digits glowing on the clock on the night table read a little after midnight, but nobody pays them any attention. It’s late, even if for the two of you this is actually early. Seldom it happens that you get to hold each other sooner than in the early hours of the morning. You both got home before midnight, and yet it feels like the day has been excruciatingly long. Neither of you bothers recounting the frustrating day, instead opting to allow yourself some well deserved rest.

Silence has never bothered you, and it’s twice as true when you share it with Chani. And honestly, after the day you’ve had it’s exactly what you need. There’s ringing in your ears that has yet to subside but already it feels better as you lay your head on Chani’s chest. His heartbeat is slow and comforting, and he seems just as content with wordlessly holding you as you are with holding him. Your bare bodies share their warmth under the covers and as tired as you are, you don’t want to fall asleep just yet. It’s a blessing to feel that way, you realize, and how lucky you are it’s your lover who makes it possible. You just want to lay like this with him for as long as you can.

His hand finds its way to your hair, gently combing through it before his fingers make contact with your scalp. You groan softly as they begin to move and massage over your head. No way you’re opening your eyes any time soon. You hug him tighter, thanking him with a lingering kiss over his heart.

In response, he lets go of you, the loss of the warmth of his hand immediately making you shiver with cold, and takes your hands. He guides it towards his shoulder and you shake your head with a smile. The position isn’t good to help ease the pent up tension and knots in his muscles but it will have to do since neither of you wants to move. 

Despite the awkward angle and limited access, you do your best. You wince internally just imagining the discomfort he must feel. You add slightly more pressure even if your fingers threaten to cramp up and it’s not enough. You know he appreciates it anyway, and besides he’d need a professional to truly feel a difference - there’s only so much your loving touch can do. What a shame fairytales aren’t real.

You can’t tell when the switch flips and your mind gets so cloudy that you’re barely aware of your surroundings, sleep taking you all at once. When you awake hours later, you find yourself in the same position. Chani’s hand is still tangled in your hair, and you chuckle quietly. He must’ve drifted off just as suddenly as you did.

Carefully, you move his hand to his chest and find a more comfortable position to sleep in. Settling on your side, you feel sleep creeping up on you once more. Yet before you lose consciousness, you feel your boyfriend shift and suddenly there’s a warm chest pressed against your back. It’s not long before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer. 

You think there’s no better way to fall asleep, or to wake up.

[growthgoddess]

Any planetary size and beyond giantess?

Origin of the Growth Goddess (Part 2)

This is the second part of this story.

Helena and Chase were on the run. They had escaped the city and were swimming across the ocean with Helena's massive body serving as their transportation.

The couple was trying to evade the private military of the company they used to work for, as well as the governments that wanted to capture them.

After a couple of days of travel, they found a secluded island, and once they landed, they immediately ate the fruits and and drank freshwater since they had been starving during the trip across sea. Afterwards, Chase tried to find shelter, while Helena went hunting for food.

To Chase's surprise, the island's wildlife was gigantic, which appeared somewhat normal-sized in comparison to Helena. With snakes as long as subway trains and wasps as big as helicopters.

As he was exploring the island, a massive boar emerged from a cave and started pursuing him. He tried to run, but the beast was too fast. Fortunately, Helena arrived just in time and wrestled with the boar, ultimately killing it.

They settled in the cave, cooked the boar, and enjoyed a meal. Chase couldn't help but wonder what caused the animals on the island to grow so big. That night, he chatted with Helena until they fell asleep. Chase used Helena's body as a bed to stay warm and the snuggled throughout the night.

The next day, Chase explored the island while Helena resumed her hunt for food. As he was exploring, he came across a normal-sized temple. He entered and managed to survive numerous traps. In the deepest chamber of the temple, he found an ancient stone statue of a goddess.

The statue said that a chosen woman would be granted its powers to change the world. The statue hummed with power, but before Chase could approach it, he heard several helicopters from the sky. The army had found them.

Chase ran outside to warn Helena, only to find her fighting soldiers and tanks from the beach, cruiser battleships firing cannons from the sea, and helicopters shooting from the sky. Chase nearly got shot while Helena's nigh invincible body was bombarded with heavy artillery.

He yelled at her to run back to the forest for cover, and she complied, carrying him in the process. Cannon fire blasted through the forest, setting the trees ablaze, while helicopters pursued them. The giant animals from the burning forest hindered the soldiers who were chasing them.

Helena's lover, Chase, led her to the temple and told her about the statue. But just as they were about to reach the temple, a cannon shot blasted Helena in the back, causing her to collapse over the temple, demolishing it with her body and dropping Chase in the process.

With Helena unconscious, soldiers rushing at their position, and helicopters swooping in for the kill, Chase desperately ran to the temple ruins and grabbed the statue. He rushed to Helena's side but was fatally shot in the process. With his last breath, he dropped the statue on Helena's open palm.

Helena's eyes shot open and glowed as soon as the statue transferred its powers over to her. She struggled to get up for a moment, but as soon as she did, she slowly rose higher and higher over the island. She was growing huge.

Her feet collided over trees and mountains, causing the earth to shake and decimate the armies. The quake sent tsunamis over the sea, engulfing the battleships. Her growing thighs eventually eclipsed the choppers, causing them to come crashing down from the impact of her legs.

Helena cried in anger over Chase's death, and her voice boomed across the planet, sending massive waves crashing against nearby beaches. She looked down to see that she was still growing, over hills and mountains, across the seas and oceans. She was becoming a goddess. As her head reached the clouds, people from across the world saw her ascent. From men fishing in boats to passengers of a plane flying over

Her every step sent waves of tsunamis that engulfed entire cities and earthquakes that triggered a dozen volcanoes. She was a walking calamity

She made it across the ocean in no more than two steps. Soon, she lied down on the greatest continent of Earth and allowed her massive, growing body to expand and eclipse the very cities of the planet.

She didnt stop until everyone was destroyed. Once the deed is done, she had grown big enough that the planet was merely the size of a basketball to her.

She jumped high and left Earth's gravitational pull and looked at the vast expanse of space. She realized that she could still breathe and that her powers were not simply limited to growing, but to creating as well.

She first creates a copy of Chase in the planet. She was pleased, but was disappointed to realize that he was oblivious of his former lover's presence in the sky above him, as if she was incorporeal or beyond his existence.

She had truly become a goddess. She mourned silently, but proceeded to recreate the planet with humans and cities again. But this time, she will alter fate a bit every now and then to grow women into giantesses should she see that their presence will fit her grand scheme, and that nobody will undergo the tragedy that she went through.

Now, Chase still wanders ignorantly, along with the rest of the recreated populace, of Helena's godly presence watching over him.

[fictosensuality]

Thrall x F! Human OC

I love Thrall so I wrote this about one of my WoW characters and him.

Eowyn sat behind Thrall on their large, warm bed, perched on her knees. She was unbraiding his hair, carefully, slowly, wearing a white shift so thin it was easily see-through. Thrall wore nothing, preferring to be naked when he slept and stripping his clothes off as soon as he and Eowyn were alone in their room together. The room was lit by the warm glow of the crackling fireplace, making it cozy. It made Eowyn feel safe. He made her feel safe. When she was finished unbraiding his hair she picked up a large wooden brush from beside her and began to brush it for him, as he had done for her already earlier that night. She hummed softly to him as she did and he hummed back in contentment. Despite everything both of them had been through, there was such gentle comfort in this nightly ritual. Brushing each others hair and humming lullabies to each other on their heavily blanketed bed by the light of the hearth.

"Finished, my love." She said, placing the brush aside. Thrall turned around and growled low in his throat as he snuggled up to her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and wrapping his large arms around her protectively. Eowyn giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock pressed impatiently against her thigh, hard already just from holding her, from the feeling of her soft body beneath him. Thrall lifted himself up on his elbows to hover above her, his hair falling down like a dark curtain on either side of her face as he leaned down to kiss her gently. His large teeth lightly scraped against her as he forced his tongue into her mouth, one of his hands wandering lazily to find her breasts, pinching her nipples hard between his rough fingers. Eowyn gasped into his mouth and he chuckled, the deep sound making her feel a familiar warmth growing between her legs.

Thrall pulled away from her, kneeling between her legs. He looked into her eyes for a long moment, unspoken words being passed between them. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders and leaning forward, folding her flexible body enough that he could maintain his searing eye contact with her as he pushed her shift upwards, exposing her most intimate place to him. He dragged his large tongue across her cunt, spreading her lips and lapping against her clit. She gasped and arched her back and he set to work devouring her clit as if savoring a succulent fruit. His teeth dug into her thighs slightly, the small measure of pain enhancing her pleasure. Eowyn was writhing as Thrall wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked upon it hard, making her buck her hips against his mouth as her orgasm washed over her.

"Are you ready, little one?" He asked, pulling away from her and setting her lower half back down on the bed, his gaze thick with lust as he stared down at her. Eowyn nodded, wrapping her arms back around him tightly and bracing herself.

Thrall wasted no time in shoving himself into her wet entrance, so thick he gave her the delicious sensation of being stretched out every time. Eowyn and Thrall moaned in unison, her arching her back and pressing her breasts up against his broad chest.

"Go'el..." Eowyn sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist as best she could. Thrall purred with pleasure at the sound of his birth name in the sweet, ecstatic voice of his lover. He relished the feeling of being inside of her, feeling her skin against his. He hated to feel possessive of her as if she were an object that could be possessed, but in these moments he took pleasure in feeling that she was his. Every inch of her, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, all his and his alone. He was aggressive, thrusting powerfully enough to make the bed creak, a noise that Eowyn would find embarrassing if not for how enraptured in pleasure she was. Thrall kissed her fiercely, his teeth puncturing her lip as he did. The taste of blood in her mouth made her cry out into the kiss, bringing her hands to his face to try to kiss him back just as passionately. When he broke the kiss he pressed his forehead against hers, grunting softly as he continued thrusting. His eyes were shut tight as he neared his climax. Suddenly he rolled onto his back, taking Eowyn with him. Now she was straddling him, with his large cock still very much buried inside of her. Eowyn placed her hands on his chest and he gripped her hips tightly, lifting her up and down effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes and Thrall spoke both words of love to her and curses in orcish as he came, the feeling of his hot cum filling her up making her climax again as well. Eowyn slumped forward, laying her head on his chest. She could hear his frantic heartbeat as he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back.

"I love you, Go'el" she said, leaning forward to place a sleepy kiss against his lips.

"I love you, little one." He said sleepily, rubbing her back in comforting circles with his large, warm hands.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Case Closed

Resting your favorite author’s latest murder mystery across your lap, you turn to the pristinely crisp sheets on your husband’s side of the bed with a frown. It’s nearly midnight, your bedroom illuminated only by the soft glow of your reading lamp and the sliver of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains, but Jethro has yet to come to bed. Grumbling at the idea of having to crawl out of your blanket cocoon, you slip out from under the covers and tug an old USMC hoodie over your head before padding downstairs to the basement door.

You can hear the telltale scraping of sander against wood growing louder as you approach, interrupted every so often by a frustrated grunt and the dull thud of ceramic being replaced on Jethro’s work table. He glances up from his cathartic movements as you descend the steps, the corners of his mouth quirking up in an apologetic smile.

Stopping on the bottom step and leaning against the wall with your arms tucked into the long sleeves of his hoodie, you offer, “There are other ways to work out your frustrations over a case, y’know.”

He raises an eyebrow at you over the lip of his mug, emboldening you to continue. You take delicate steps toward him and wrap your arms around his waist, peeking up at him through your lashes as he places his bourbon aside and focuses his full attention on you. Slipping your hands under the soft fabric of his t-shirt, you let your fingers trail random patterns along his muscular back and nuzzle your nose against his chest. “Come to bed and I’ll show you.”

“Tempting. But I can’t, sweetheart,” he murmurs against the crown of your head, eyes closing as he presses a gentle kiss to your hair and takes in your familiar scent.

“You’re supposed to turn Special Agent off and Husband on when you walk through the front door.”

“And you’re supposed to help me talk through my cases. Where’s my epiphany, hm?”

You let out a soft laugh, replacing the pads of your fingers with your nails along his back. “I can’t give you all the answers, old man. You’ll lose your touch.” After peppering his handsome face with kisses and earning yourself a dazzling smile, you reluctantly untangle yourself from his body and start making your way back to your room. “You’d better join me in bed before two, Gunny, otherwise you’re in trouble!”

You can hear the grin in his voice as it floats upstairs to you, the rich baritone making your heart race even after all these years. “Yes, ma’am!”

———

Your internal body clock has you blinking awake in the still-dark room, a quick glance at the side table revealing it’s just shy of five in the morning. Sighing softly, you preemptively turn the alarm off and snuggle deeper into your husband’s body, determined to steal a few precious moments before his daytime lover NCIS takes him away. His arms tighten around you instinctively, enveloping you completely and wholly in his smell, his strength, his security. You let your fingers drift lazily along the sharp planes of his jawline, marveling in his beauty and appreciating how peaceful he looks while sleeping. It’s rare to see your husband’s features relaxed, his undying love of country and pursuit of justice evident in the weathered lines etched along his skin telling the stories of his life.

You’re suddenly overcome with emotion as you observe him in the early morning light, and you want- no, need to be as physically close to him as possible. You press a soft kiss to his jaw, working your way up before capturing his lips with your own, hooking your leg over his hip and drawing his bottom lip gently between your teeth. He emits a soft groan and stirs against you, your body reacting instantly and growing warm with desire. You press yourself closer, rutting your hips against his and whimpering with pleasure when you feel his response hardening against you, a dull throb now beating between your thighs.

Gingerly removing yourself from his hold, you sit up on your knees and press open-mouthed kisses across his chest and down the soft skin of his abdomen. He mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep-addled state, and you pause your ministrations until he settles on his back with a sigh, left arm instinctually sliding under your pillow to support where your head would normally be.

You can’t help but smile at the sight, leaning forward to kiss him again, trying to convey just how much you love him. “I know you’re awake,” you mutter against his lips.

You feel his mouth turn up in a smile and he mumbles back, “‘m clearly asleep.”

“Clearly,” you laugh softly and lovingly pat his bare chest.

He hums contentedly and you settle back in your spot between his legs, running your nails down the length of his torso before tucking your fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging them down. Swiping your tongue over the tip of his cock, you grin wickedly and tease, “Still sleeping?”

He groans softly as you lick a stripe up his length, the sound morphing into a strained, “Mhm.”

You dare to glance up and catch his icy gaze trained on you, tongue darting out to lick his lips before his head falls back against the pillow. The sight turns you on to no end and you hollow your cheeks to take him fully in your mouth now, your hand coming up to stroke the base of his rigid cock. Your name falls from between his lips in a sigh and it only serves to spur you on, your hand twisting up and down his length as you lick and suck at his most sensitive spots. After years of loving this man, you’re fine tuned to his every movement. You know when to slow down, speed up, work him harder, softer, how to draw out his pleasure or take him mercifully over the edge.

“God, I love how you taste,” you all but whimper, a mere puppet to your desire and devotion.

He groans, low and guttural and deliciously deep, the sound eliciting a moan from you as you lower your head until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. That sensation is the final push for him, his strong fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you against his body, giving you exactly what you crave.

You gently ease back, making sure he has a clear view of you drawing every last drop between your sinful lips as you smile. “Good morning.”

“What-” He leans up on his elbows, fixing you with a gorgeous smile of his own as he catches his breath, “was that for?”

You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout, adjusting his boxers back in place before cuddling up to him once more. “What, you didn’t appreciate it?”

“No, no, I very much did,” he’s quick to assure you, kissing you soundly until you’re whimpering into his mouth. “But I left you hanging last night and this is how you wake me up?”

“Well…” You run your nails over his bristling stubble and steal another kiss, smiling up at him cheekily. “You needed an epiphany.”