#apple bubble bath

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Victoria's Secret Garden Enchanted Apple Indulgent Bath Bubbles, Luxurious Hand and Body Cream, Fragrant Body Splash, and Silkening Body Lotion

1990s

Bubble bath found on Ebay, user melliesmarket

Cream found on Ebay, user kellyv8582

Splash/lotion found on Ebay, user pleasegiveme5stars

[spongystims]

witch stimboard

💚 💚 💚 / 💚 💚 💚 / 💚 💚 💚

[curses-incursive]

[winterthings22]

[creamecream]

“I need her so bad,

Sometimes I think that I can taste it,

This evil romance, so good I never wanna waste it,

I can’t trust my friends, ‘cause she’s what everybody chases,

And I know where she’s been ‘cause it’s on everybody’s faces,

Funky little monkey,

She’s a twisted trickster,

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister,

Coca-Cola roller-coaster,

Love her even though I’m not supposed to,

Funky little monkey,

She’s a twisted trickster,

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister,

Coca-Cola roller-coaster,

Love her even though I’m not supposed to,

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

All night,

(All night!)

All night,

(All night!)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

All night,

(All night!)

All night,

(All night!)”

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I

[x1tadpole1x]

i had a fun day today!! went out with my mom and got a couple of little art kit things (she's going out of town so we got them so i'm not bored out of my mind). i got a jelly candle and bath bomb making kit!!

i also got some sonic the hedgehog movie and my little pony g4 stickers for super cheap!! and silly putty, it glows in the dark!!

and i got boba!! watermelon and green apple fruit tea with dragon fruit popping bubbles yum!! my mom got double watermelon!! i'm going to look up how they make popping bubbles cus mine had the dragon fruit seeds in it

and my mom got me the furby valentine's set early for valentine's yaaay!!

[sexlapis]

࿔ read me to sleep…

ᰋ nanami kento x gn!reader

ns4w, fluff, dirty talk no sex, very suggestive, finger sucking, petnames: baby, sweet thing, darling. soft nanami, nanami babies reader, nanami reading to reader, talks about cocks and holes 🤷‍♀️, d/s dynamics

. synopsis: after a long week, nanami helps you to relax.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc: 1.1k

a/n: me writing a fanfic? who would’ve thought?? extract is from ‘the professor’ by charlotte brontê. i enjoyed it but apparently it’s not very well liked. anyway, here’s me being very normal about nanami.

masterlists

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your cheek rests on the cool, ivory porcelain of the bathtub. warm water envelopes your body, coming all the way up to your chest which is petaled with tufts of scented bubbles. the orange gleam of the sunset casts a gentle, easy light over the bathroom, colouring the bath water and the supple skin of your body.

it’s quiet. the only sounds being emitted come from the soft ripples of the water when you move and your husband’s low, soft speaking. your eyes droop.

“are you even listening?”

nanami sits on a wooden chair right in front of the bathtub. on long days like this, most of the time on a friday, you both just need to wind down, relax, unravel the knots curled up in your bones, ease the ache inside your head and erase the never ending thoughts in your mind.

‘…yet been my experience of life, I had once had the opportunity of contemplating, near at hand, an example of the results produced by a course of interesting and romantic domestic treachery. No golden halo of fiction was about this example, I saw it bare and real, and it was very loathsome. I saw a mind degraded by the practice of mean subterfuge, by the habit of perfidious deception, and a body depraved by the infectious influence of the vice-polluted soul. I had suffered much from the forced and prolonged view of this spectacle; those sufferings I did not now regret, for their simple recollection acted as a most wholesome antidote to temptation. They had inscribed on my reason the conviction that unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure; its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.’

he wears his white, button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his suit jacket long gone, his tie loose and dangling down, and dark slacks sit on his legs very nicely. and, your favourite thing of all, he wears his reading glasses, the pair that he only wears around you.

“yeah, yeah ‘m listening. just tired.”

you have, in fact, not been listening that much.

if you weren’t slowly dozing off to sleep to the smooth timbre of his voice, you were blatantly admiring the cerulean veins that travelled up the pale expanse of his forearm. and if not that, you watched with half-lidded eyes how the tendons of his large hands moved when he turned a page, or the sight of the pink pillows of his lips in motion, or the prominence of his adam’s apple or-

“you really aren’t listening, are you?”

this time, you had the sense to feel a little embarrassed, feel some heat rise on your face. “uhhhhhhh…”

nanami tilts his head, definitely not looking at your chest, “what is going on in that little head of yours?”

“what-nothing! i just, i-,” you sigh, licking your lips, unabashedly staring at the bulge in his slacks “you just look sexy.”

he chuckles, his eyes crinkled and the sound rumbling through his chest. nanami moves his chair forward, closer to where you rest your head, and leans down slightly.

“i don’t think it’s just that,” he utters. nanami then raises his hand to your sweet, languorous face, coated with droplets of water, your wet eyelashes framing the tender yet desiring gaze of eyes. his heart beats a little faster.

he cups your cheeks with one big hand, trailing his index and middle finger to your plush lips, asking for an opening. you do so gladly, moaning quietly when his thick, rough fingers sit and press on your tongue, saliva seeping around his fingers. “i think my little darling just wants my cock inside of that sloppy little hole. isn’t that right?”

his brash words and his fingers, they are inching further and further towards your throat, make your face burn and a dull, throbbing pit of want curl up where you want him the most.

you blink drowsily, almost half asleep at this point, nibbling on his fingers in your mouth, giving them one long lick. “yessss…yes i want it inside of me so much.”

“oh, baby,” nanami coos, “i’m only teasing you. i know you’re tired…”

you whine. it’s muffled over his fingers, which you continue to suck on softly. his eyes darken.

“don’t tempt me,” nanami groans, briefly relishing in the feeling of your mouth suctioned over his fingers, “you know i can't resist that little mouth of yours...”

his fingers leave your sighing mouth, now glistening and wet, connected by a silky line of gossamer to your lips.

nanami hums, pleased by the debauched, satisfied expression plastered on your face. he swipes your lips with your own spit, making them gleam in the shine of the sunset. such actions make you picture his taut, large length, how uses it to generously rub his expense all over your lips and cheeks, using and painting your face like his secret, erotic canvas.

unfortunately for you, your fatigue outweighs your lustful cravings. you let your eyes fall shut. a hand finds itself on top of your head, caressing there softly. a purr leaves your throat. nanami wills himself to ignore his very obvious desire for at this moment.

“i think it’s someone’s bedtime.”

nanami pats his thighs and stands to get your towel. you pout at the loss of stimulation on your head, but it’s quickly wiped away when nanami unplugs the bath, helps you out of it with his hand in yours, and wraps the towel around your damp body like a cocoon.

you waddle over to you and nanami’s shared bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. you were going to sleep so well tonight.

“nanami.” you whisper to him as he takes off his watch. “nanami, come here. read the rest of the chapter, please.”

“darling, you’re about to fall asleep.”

“yeah but i want you to read me to sleep.”

nanami huffs, a small smile on his face. the bed dios where he sits down next to your head, and you take the chance to lay your head on his lap, snuggling comfortably. his hand finds your head to caress one again, making you chirp with glee.

“alright. just this one chapter and that’s it.”

you let him read to you.

at first you listen, you really do, but after a few minutes his words turn into white noise, the low-tone of his voice rumbles through you, the warmth of his lap acts as a pillow and the final blow is when he decides to draw circles over your temple with his thumb.

before you know it, you’re gradually drifting off to sleep, into a serene dreamland, forgetting about all the stress you experienced today.

nanami closes the book and carefully manoeuvres you from his lap and onto the bed properly. he knows you’ll probably wake up shortly, considering you’re still just in your towel, but for now, he savours this moments and how endearing you look, curled up and snoring in your fluffy towel.

“sweet thing…” he kisses your forehead, resting his lips there fore a moment, “my sweet, little thing…”

*

…♡

[absfawn]

✿ soft and gentle abby who knows you get home a little later than she does, so she never hesitates to stop by your favorite flower shop, look around the different flowers, wishing just to buy you all of them, but almost knows that you would probably complain about there being no space for such beautiful plants, still she backtracks, spots the pretty roses on the far right instantly and that’s what she quickly picks up, kindly asks to be wrapped up and decorated neatly for her girl. her next stop is your favorite pastry place, you could never go wrong with those, she knows how much you adore them, which is why she subtly grumbles under her breath when she notices the cinnamon rolls that you love so much have sold out. they were the best seller, and now she was fighting with herself on what to get you next. always going with the next best thing after many arguments with herself, those apple pies with the small pastry heart on the top. you’ll love them, she thinks to herself once she’s paid for everything and walks out. 

✿ soft and gentle abby who spends a full hour setting up the dining table, with all your favorite fine china, new cutlery that you splashed out on randomly out of nowhere, makes sure to have your most loved wine glasses, and wine on standby. finally after minutes that felt like hours, a deep breath when she hears the door unlocking from the kitchen. the sound of you dropping your bag and shoes on the floor, then the long drawn-out sigh that exhales from your lips had her lips curving up into a smile because you’re seconds away from doing what you always do. her body relaxes subtly and suddenly when you appear out of nowhere, you usually take a minute for yourself and get into something comfortable, but you don’t, you reach her and press your chest against her back, and slump against her. cheek squished against into her shirt. “missed you” was all you mumble, enjoying the peace and safety she brought.

“missed you more,” abby chuckled, placing a hand on the one you had around her stomach, and patted lightly. “got you your favourites”

“hm?”

“they ran out of cinnamon rolls, but i got you those apple pies you like. with some of your favourite flowers, they’re in the living room. along with a bath that is waiting, rose petals and a lot of bubble bath, because you know, you are such a spoiled brat” abby muses, biting on her bottom lip when you slapped her chest playfully. “m’kidding baby, but go and take a bath. dinner won’t be ready for another hour. you deserve to relax”

her words had you melting against her, burying your face into her back as you tried to hide your shyness towards her words. “thank you, abs” you mustered out, finally squeezing her body gently. “you didn’t have to, but i appreciate it, i love you”

“i’d do anything for you, now go and relax. i’ll be in if you need anything or need my help.” she smiled, carefully stirring the sauce in the pot before turning her head slightly and kissing your temple softly. “i love you more, by the way. always more”

[artistmarchalius]

Cockney Rhyming Slang Phrases Part 1

Part 2

In a previous post I went into Cockney rhyming slang history and gave some tips on how to use it.

In this post I’ll give you some commonly used Cockney rhyming slang phrases, phrases that I find funny, as well as some phrases that I think would be useful for Spider-Verse fic writers specifically.

So let’s get started!

A-B

Adam and Eve - Believe

E.g. “I don’t Adam and Eve it!”

Apples and Pears - Stairs

E.g. “He fell down the apples.”

Aunt Joanna - Piano

E.g. “Play me a song on the old Joanna!” Or “Get on the Joanna and we’ll have a sing song!”

Barnet Fair - Hair

E.g. “How do I fit my barnet under my mask? Wouldn’t you like to know.”

This is a very common Cockney phrase; you’ll hear a lot of true Cockneys talking about getting their barnet done.

Barney Rubble - Trouble

E.g. “Looks like someone’s lookin’ for a Barney!”

Bread and Honey - Money

E.g. “I ain’t got enough bread for that.”

Bird Lime - Time (in prison)

E.g. “He’s doin’ bird.”

Bird lime is a sticky substance you spread on trees to catch birds (now illegal, thankfully). You can understand why people relate it to feeling trapped.

Boat Race - Face

E.g. “He’s got a handsome boat!” Or “Shut your boat!” Or “I’m not just gonna show you my boat race, mate. Secret identity and all that.”

Bottle and Glass

I’m going to let you figure this one out.

E.g. “Look at the bottle on that guy!” Or “I slipped on the steps and went bottle over tit!”

Brass Tacks - Facts

E.g. “Let’s get down to brass tacks!”*

*Some people think that this phrase originates from the Cockney rhyming slang, however others say that it is referring to brass tacks used in upholstery or tacks that were hammered into sales counters to indicate measuring points. I don’t have the answer.

Brown Bread - Dead

E.g. “He’s brown bread!”

This is an example of a Cockney rhyming slang phrase that you don’t abbreviate. You always say “brown bread” and never just “brown”.

Bubble Bath - Laugh

E.g. “Are you having a bubble?”

This is meant more in an irritated sense rather than joyful laughter, like saying “You must be joking!” Or “Are you having a laugh?”

Butchers Hook - Look

E.g. “Let’s have a butchers at that.” Or “Take a quick butchers at this!”

It’s good to keep in mind that there can be multiple Cockney rhyming slang phrases for the same word, as well as multiple Cockney rhyming slang phrases that start with the same word. For example, ‘Birds Nest” and “Bristol and West” both mean chest, and “Birds Nest” and “Bird Lime” both can be abbreviated to “Bird”. For the latter, context is important for knowing what someone is talking about.

As always, I’m not an expert; a true Cockney would know far more than I do. I just want to share the knowledge that I have. I hope that someone will find this helpful, informative, or entertaining at the very least.

I’ve got more Cockney rhyming slang phrases coming, but if there’s any other areas of British slang you’d like me to go into, let me know and I’ll see what I can do!

Happy writing and happy speaking!

My other British slang posts: Cockney Rhyming Slang, British Police Slang, Terms of Endearment, Innit VS In’t - a PSA

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Avon Green Apple Bubble Bath

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Etsy, user historicallyawesome

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 | 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ♡

Day Nineteen - Bath sex

【Synopsis】 : You searched far and wide for the perfect spell to bring Yeosang back to the earthly plain, and now that he's here, you're gonna use your time wisely of course.

『Word count』 : 2.47k

-> Genre: Angst. Supernatural. Smut. Dark romance.

Pairing: Ghost!Yeosang x Witch!Reader   

[Warnings] : Magic. Witchy stuff. Pet names. Poorly made up spells. Swearing. Death. Making out. Unprotected sex. Soft sex ish. Kinda mean dom yeo at one point. Loss of virginity. Mention of toys. Religion and other stuff like that, ehehe.

Networks: @wonderlandnet @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity

Note: I wrote a little something for Sangie a while back [This hehe], and I ended up making a full fic out of it. So if you want to read part one, you can, but this could be read as a stand-alone ♡♡

The title "la douleur exquise" is a French phrase meaning "exquisite pain," but that doesn't convey the full force of the sentiment. It specifically refers to the pain you feel for wanting someone you cannot have.

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It had been over five months before anyone caught on you were still trying to communicate with the ghostly apparition in your family home. Your parents had begged the priest for advice, having been convinced the poltergeist had some sort of spell cast over you, making you some kind of slave to the mortal world.

But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know the last nights you spent talking, finding out little details about one another that no one knew about. Sharing little moments that would make your heart skip a beat while Yeosang's undead cheeks would feel a phantom feeling of warmth. You continued to look for a way to bring him back, searching far and wide for new grimoires and magical material that could help in your research. But nothing… it always managed to land empty-handed.

Brewing with frustration, you opted for a nice long hot bath. It was almost one in the morning when you concluded that is what your body was craving but you felt it was fitting. And since all the maids were out, you decided that it was the perfect time to try out a new spell you found. A spell you have been saving just for your little ghost friend.

“I hope you don’t mind.” You whispered into the cold room while waiting for the hot water to rise in the golden claw-foot. You were clutching your robe tightly against your body as you placed a basket full of items in it on the counter. “I thought I could give you something…”

‘what did you get?’ was what Yeosang wanted to say as he watched you from the corner of the room. He watched you intensely, making a cold chill creep down your spine. You could sense his energy, his presence. You began to unpack the contents of the basket, placing candles around the bathtub, countertops and windowsill. Lighting each one as you placed it. ‘What on earth are you doing, little mouse?’ 

The nickname slipped off his tongue but no sound rebounded. He was going to grab some of the water to get your attention but before he could, his eyes locked onto something that would have taken his breath away if he had any. The evocation grimoire. How on earth did you manage to get your hands on one of them and how did you manage to hide it from him? “I want to see you…to know you…”

You opened the book, looking through a recipe before emptying items into the filled bubble tub. A few strands of fresh Thyme, a herb that gives peace to those who have died from violence. Apple skins, Chervil, Myrrh and Almond milk and six lit candles to complete the spell. “I want to be able to touch you…”

You pulled the string of your robe letting it fall before slowly slipping into the tub, feeling the warm water relax your muscles. Yeosang eyes never left your naked body, licking his lips, he groaned. He studied every blemish. Every scar. Every mark on your gorgeous body. If he wasn’t dead already he most certainly would have felt like he had just died from the sight of the goddess in front of him. He felt a tingle in his hands, then his toes and head. He felt like a fire was lit under him but in the best way possible. His chest tightened, making him hunch over. His hands braced for the counter and normally they would simply just pass through the marble but this time, that hit the with a solid ‘oof’. Something was happening. Something… He felt a change. You opened your eyes, looking over to the corner of the room. Your breath hitched.

“H-hi…” There he was, the man you had fallen for. He was even more handsome than you thought. His slicked-back hair, and angelic facial structure. Eyes a deep brown, almost the shade of a classic lathered couch or the richest chocolate. Yeosang placed his hand on his neck for a moment, trying to feel a pulse…but there was nothing. Even though you brought him back to the physical plane it was only temporary.

“Hi…” His voice was deeper than you thought, almost velvety. His eyes gazed down seeing you leaning against the edge of the tub, your shoulders glistened in the candlelight, making you look like a vintage oil painting.

“It’s nice to finally see the man that shamelessly likes to try and woo me.” You giggled sitting back into the tub. This angle gave him the perfect view of your soaked tits. But your eyes wander downwards with a smirk. He hadn't noticed the chill creeping up his body, let alone the fact he was standing stark naked in front of you. But then again, he was probably proud, his cock growing another inch as you slowly sat up, revealing more of yourself to him. He was big, you’d give him that. “So are you going to join me or are you intending to relieve yourself alone from afar.”

Your words made him finally look down, taking in his bareness. But his smirk never faltered, in fact, it grew. He wasted no time in closing the gap between you both. It wasn’t until his shin met the tub that he stopped. Your hand was stretched out, waiting for him to take it. But alas he was frightened. It’s been so long since he had felt another touch and part of him worried that if his fingers grazed yours, he would not feel anything or worse, feel everything.

“Come on, I won't bite.” your soft voice was music to his ears slowly hypnotising him, making his head spin. “Unless you want me to.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He growled, finally grasping your hand. He swore he felt his heart skip a beat in that moment as he took a deep breath, letting you lead him into the large tub. You laid back down while Yeosang caged you from above. His left leg was slotted between your thighs, making his knee brush ever so slightly against your bare, soaking core. “What are we doing little mouse…”

The sombre whisper of the pet name made you shiver as you placed a wet hand on his ice-cold cheek. As if out of habit, he nuzzled right into your palm, taking in your scent. Taking in the warm feeling of you. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, letting you take the lead by slowly moving your other hand over his body. He was beautiful and so young. It still baffles you why someone had to kill him. Take his life away… The night was quiet, only the sound of water shifting and deep shaky breaths could be heard. Everyone sleeping soundly, god, what would your parents think if they were to see you now. Casting spells, having a strange man naked in the tub with you. And worse, the man was their enemy.  “You are more handsome than I could have ever imagined.”

Yeosang had to chuckle at the little hiccup in between your words. You looked so small under him, heck, if he was alive he could probably break you. But he wouldn’t no, unlike the hatred he carried for your family he had reluctantly fallen in love with you. “And you are just as beautiful as the day I first saw you.” He finally replied, dipping his head closer until his mouth was mere inches from your own. Your lips part instinctively, eyes darting from his eyes to his plump ones. “Still the cute little mouse trying to play with silly spells.”

“Those silly spells brought you to me, didn’t they? You’re here.” You smiled, lifting your head up to brush your mouth against his, you could feel his tongue snaking over his lips, leaving a trail of saliva on your own.

“I’m not completely here, my songbird…” He lifted his hand that rested on the edge of the tub to grasp your wrist, dragging your hand over his chest until it was over his heart. “I’m still dead. I’m only visiting this plane…”

“Is there a way to bring you back permanently?” You spoke with such desperation it made a lump in Yeosangs throat. Here you were his enemy's daughter, trying to bring him back. Trying to erase your parents' mistakes. He moved back, taking your hand that still held his face and shifting it slightly so he could place a small kiss on your palm. And then your wrist, before slowly kissing up your arm. You held your breath as he went closer to your shoulder, noticing his eyes flicked to your half-covered chest. The milky water only just covering them.

“There is a way… but it requires something you won't be able to do.” His voice was shaky, thoughts flashing through his mind. He felt guilt, mixing with greed. He wanted so desperately to be alive again but he could never ask you to perform such an act. He could ask for you to take someone's life let alone someone that has value to you. Someone you actually love. He wasn’t worth the trouble.

“Tell me, I’ll do anything for you.” you squeaked out, grabbing his face. And without another thought, you smashed your lips on his, causing him to let out a lewd growl. You moaned in response as you pulled away slightly, making him chase your lips. “Tell me what you need.”

“Don’t worry about that…. Let’s just focus on the fact that I'm here right now. You can feel me and I, you. Nothing else matters right now.” he inched closer for another kiss, pressing his lips sweetly against yours. It felt like a broken promise. The sadness lingering behind the gentlest touch. He was here, he could have you. But for how long…

You snaked your right hand down his chest, ever so slowly moving it until it reached his abdomen. Then you stopped. You waited. His grunt followed by a sly bit of your bit gave you all the permission you needed to continue your wonder. Slowly finding his cock hard against his tummy. You breathed sharply through your nose as you traced your fingers along his shaft. He smiled through the kiss, bucking his hips slightly at your soft touch. His shaky thrusts kept up with your hand as you jerked him off. The kiss quickly became rougher, his tongue slipping inside, dancing around yours while teeth clashed against one another. All of it made you dizzy.

“Y-Yeo…” You muttered against his lips, your hand tightening around the tip of his cock. This caused him to pull away with a sharp breath, feeling himself already close to the edge.

“What is it, little mouse…” He sat up slightly, the moonlight that shone through the curtains had hit his chest perfectly, illuminating Yeosang. He almost looked god-like above you.

“I need you…” You have suddenly become at a loss for words, unsure what to say. You need him, desperately. But your voice cannot speak it. So you bucked your hips instead, the water sloshing around as you did. If possible, Yeosang's smirk had grown bigger, knowing exactly what you were trying to ask. But he was not going to give it to you so quickly, nor kindly. He wanted, needed you to say it.

“What is it, my sweet little witch… Say it.” His hand crept up your thigh, lifting it over the edge of the tub so he could fit in between you more snugly. “Tell me exactly what you need from me.”

“I n-need…” You gulp down the lump in your throat as your ears begin to ring and your mind starts to fill with cotton. You felt his cock rub against your soaked cunt, almost giving you what you needed. "I need you inside me. Please. Please."

He leaned down under his lips, grazed your ear, his breath tickling your neck. "Your wish is my command."

A silent gasp pierced through the quiet night as you felt him dive inch by inch into your warm pussy. His whole body shook, feeling like he was about to combust then and there. But he took a deep breath through his nose, finally bottoming you out. "Fuck you feel so good. So tight. Have you ever been fucked before?"

His filthy blabbers made your head spin as you moaned along with him. "No. But I’ve used things."

He sat up stunned, you were a virgin. Of course, you were. You are a young Christian woman, not betrothed and from what he knew you weren't interested in anyone…He had tainted you and he didn’t even realise. “Used things huh. What have you done, baby? Let me.”

He picks up your other thigh, throwing it over the other side of the tub, letting him sink deeper inside your cunt. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails burying into flesh. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking in hard red and purple marks, drawing high-pitched whimpers from you. “T-Toys…my fingers. Anything. You had me realise what I was missing. What I was craving. I couldn’t stop. I needed to come so badly.”

“Awe, my sweet little mouse, all horny ‘cause a ghost showed interest in her. Did you even care that I was killing your family…” He snapped his hips, making the milky water splash loudly out of the tub. “Picking them off one..” Snap. “By…” Snap. “One..”

“Fuck Yeosang! Please. I love you.” you don’t know why these words left your lips but it felt so right.

“Love me?” He drew back his hips, sitting up so he could, wrap your legs around his waist, locking himself in place. “I’m a murderous witch out for blood, and you love …me.” Even though his voice was deep and dripping with lust there was shock hidden beneath. “You never cease to surprise me, baby.”

“P-please…” You hiccuped feeling tears begin to pool in your eyes, “Please say it back…” You sounded pathetic, but you didn’t care, no all you cared about was hearing those words slip out of Yeosang's mouth, even if they were faked and forced you needed them. Just once.

“Hmm.” Yeosang chuckled, slowly his thrusts until he was only at a slow but precise drawing you closer and closer to the edge. His face was inches from yours again, just barely feeling his lips brush yours. “Open your eyes darling.” You listened, your wide eyes meeting his cold, dead ones. You were both so close, just a little more you thought, reaching down to press a finger on your sensitive nub He stared into the abyss of your soul through your begging gaze. It was like he could almost hear your thoughts. .“I love you too…”

He finally said.

[whinypuppi]

plotline: “ryomen sukuna invites you to his chambers to bathe with him.”

cw: gn!reader , nudity , suggestive , sexual tension , sukuna is obviously harsh but not as much , minor fluff , degrading pet name(s) , hints at sukuna lactating but not explicitly stated , he has two cocks , not proofread , a very short oneshot so please read slow

as you walked to the bathroom of your king's chambers, you couldn't help but feel almost nervous. urame had informed you that sukuna was requesting of you immediately (likely for you to wash him—which wasn't an issue in itself), but you were always anxious to be around him. he was a very threatening being and just had that...unsettling aura? either way, he hasn't killed you yet! maybe he isn't too bad.

when you made it there, the bath was already set up, and he was inside the water—shirtless and crossing his arms. the bubbles were just barely covering his pecs, and the opened bottle of lavender on the counter explained the smell. the mirror was slowly starting to fog up, and the air already felt steamy.

“i waited a long time, brat. don't let it happen again.” his voice snapped you out of your daze—lost in thought when the sweet smell hit your nose.

“r-right, my lord. should i start with your hair?” you were already grabbing for the cinnamon-scented shampoo bottle, his personal favorite, but his voice cutting in stopped you—

“strip.”

“..excuse me?” your voice became meek and you couldn't help but stand frozen.

“you will bathe with me. immediately.” now, you did find your king...easy on the eyes, but he'd never pursued you. you didn't think there would ever be something between you both.

a refusal would likely result in death. you've also been working down to the bone recently, and the hot water would do numbers. “..of course, my king.”

you were still shy—no denying that. all four of his eyes were on you, and you hated to be judged.

“you're wasting my time. i'll look away if i must.”

“i'm sorry!” you eeped, taking your clothes off piece by piece. your hands shook more than they should've when you pulled your undergarments off.

you slowly got into the water and sunk down until it stopped at your neck. it felt hot, but not scalding. you sighed softly as your muscles relaxed. he noticed, but only tsked.

you got to work, considering this would've been your third mistake of the evening. he knew when his servants were unloyal or complete slackers. he never hesitated to take their lives, either.

poring a glob of shampoo onto your hand, you moved an inch closer to reach his head and gently scrub it into his scalp. he didn't scold you for it, but you saw his adam's apple bob.

daring to strike up a conversation to lighten the tense mood, you thought of the first question that came to mind. “how was your day, my lord?”

“fine.” when you accidentally moved a little too close to his lower half, he held your hip in place with one of his burly arms. you never really got to see how toned he was until now. and in such an intimate situation, too.

when you finished washing his hair, you grabbed his body scrub and applied body wash to it. he didn't take his eyes off of you or your body the entire time, but was quiet for the most of it. you were especially careful of his nipples—a very sensitive part of his body he warned you of.

he knew you were one of the gentlest of his servants. you treated him like you enjoyed serving him and not because you were forced to. everyone other than urame feared him, but you saw him as something more. he didn't know why he enjoyed your company but was annoyed by anyone else's.

you tried not to blush when it came down to his legs, calves, and—

“tell me, brat. am i foolish?”

“f-foolish? of course not, my king. why do you ask?”

he didn't answer, only giving you a 'hm' of acknowledgement before letting you contiue. he didn't ask many questions, so it came as a shock.

foolish for liking a mere human, he might've said, but he'd never admit it. it was simply a thought.

the rest of the evening was quiet. you helped lord sukuna rinse and dry him—remaining professional and not letting your eyes drift lower and lower. though, out of your peripheral vision, it looked like he had two. two sets of eyes, arms, and even his...

you would've gawked if you weren't holding your breath and biting your lip to stiffle the noise that threatened to come out. your heart raced at the intrusive thought of them being in you. would it even fit? probably not, but that made it all the more arousing.

“next time, do not keep me waiting.”

next time?

this didn't come out as good as i wanted it to since i've never wrote for sukuna, so i might rewrite it to add more detail and word-length it if i have the time.

part two at 500 likes guys!! (*≧∇≦)ﾉ (so basically never)

[celestialprincesse]

🎀🍼

What time is it?! More single mom!reader time!

Someone dropped into my inbox asking for Single mom! getting upset at her daughter and yelling at her and then crying about it. I needed a minute to cook but I'm here now.

"Come on, Lottie." You huff desperately, covered to your elbows in suds and applesauce as you try and fail to get your daughter into the bubble filled tub. "If you take a bath, I'll let you watch Bluey before bed." Has the three year old perking up, albeit barely, still stroppy about some trivial thing or another. She's probably still sour about you saying no to having cake for dinner, despite the fact that you'd relented this morning and allowed cake for breakfast, on the condition that she also had some strawberries to 'cancel the sugar out'.

"I wan' see Riley!" She pouts, stomping a tiny, chubby foot against the tiled bathroom floor. Ever since you'd dog sat for Simon on his latest deployment, Charlotte had decided that Riley was more her dog than his, and despite the fact that you too, absolutely adore Riley, the thought of bothering Simon any more makes you physically wince. "We can see Riley tomorrow." You attempt to bargain, growing more frustrated the longer you sit on the edge of the bath with your daughter looking at you like you're unreasonable. You never thought you'd see the day where you could get genuinely upset at a three year old covered in apple sauce and glitter glue. You've already had to fish a clip on earring from her mess of hair, and now you're at the end of your very, very long, single mother special edition, extra strength rope. "Wan' see him now!" Has you practically on the verge of tears. Today has been one of those impossible days where all you can think of as you're working out how much you have to spend for the month and whether you need to call a plumber out for the kitchen sink, is whether it's all worth it. Sure, going back and grovelling would be shameful, gut wrenchingly so, but at least then you wouldn't be alone.

"Charlotte, get in the bath or I'll put you to bed with no TV time." The unrelenting growl of your own voice feels foreign as it echoes around the tiny bathroom. You hate playing the bad cop, that was never your role, you'd always been the one to pick Lottie up after her dad laid down the law, take her for ice cream in the park or to feed the ducks. Now you're forced to do both. Charlotte, being three and having no care for the fact that she's making your life more difficult than it needs to be, simply sticks out her bottom lip and quivers her chin a little. Which, under normal circumstances, would make you give in and try to chase her down with a wet wipe, or coax her with the mermaid barbie doll that 'lives' in the bath. "Charlotte. Bath. Now." Of course, she'd had to have your spirited nature and unwillingness to give in passed on to her like a flaming torch, like you were Prometheus, being punished for giving fire to man. "No!" She shrieks, and that's enough to tip you over the edge. "Fine, bed then! Go on! Go and get in bed all dirty and see if I care." You snap, fingers pinching frustratedly at the bridge of your nose, trying to hold back the angry tears threatening to spill.

You're too consumed by hurt and endlessly roiling frustration to see where she storms off to, allowing yourself just a moment to sit on the edge of your shitty bathtub and let it all out. It was hardly ever that you got angry at Lottie. It was practically impossible given your situation. She doesn't understand where her daddy is or why you needed to go without him, nor why she can't always go and play with Simon and Riley whenever she wants.

"Charlotte?" Simon is confused and more than a little concerned at the snotty three year old currently stood at his door, cheeks ruddy with tears and little fists balled as she walks past him into his flat. "Wan' play wif Riley." She babbles, toddling through his entrance hall to the living rim, where the K9 gladly greets her with licks to her cheeks, making her giggle. "Where's mummy, Lottie?" Riley is called to heel, told to calm down so that Simon can understand why he's currently got your three year old crying in his lounge. "Baffroom." The toddler mumbles, seemingly perfectly content to get comfortable on his couch with Riley, burying her little face in the fluffy golden scruff of his neck. "What do you mean, bathroom, poppet? Is mummy alright?" "Mummy cryin'." "Did something happen?" In her usual way, Charlotte completely zones out from his line of questioning, too engaged with snuggling his dog.

The toddler wails and kicks when she's hoisted up onto his hip and carried back through the concerningly open door of your apartment, still swinging slightly on its hinges from where Lottie had thrown it open. "Love?" Simon calls into the seemingly empty house, your daughter on his hip and Riley waiting at his feet, wet nose twitching for any smell of the familiar woman who feeds him treats and scratches behind his ears. In seconds, Riley is tearing into the dimly lit bathroom, jolting you from your meltdown, followed rapidly by Simon and a tired looking toddler. "Love? Darling, what happened?" He's crouching at your bare feet as you sit defeatedly on the rim of the tub, your chin in his hands, tilted this way and that as though to make sure you're not hurt.

"Charlotte wouldn't get in the bath and - and" You can barely get your words out before you're wailing into your hands again, hiccuping pathetically at your situation and the fact that such a simple thing has the strength to derail you entirely. "Ah. Wondered why she came round mine all huffy and puffy." "Oh my God, I'm so sorry - You must think I'm awful." "I don' think you're awful. I think you're fuc-fudging amazing. Look at you, are you jokin'? Raisin a kid all alone, startin' a new life just the two of you. You're a trooper, yeah? I've seen soldiers weaker than you." "You don't really think that." You sniffle, inadvertently leaning your cheek into his palm when he reaches up to wipe your tears. "Course I do. You're brave and kind and beautiful. You've done a hell of a job with the little spitfire over there. Don't think I've ever come across a woman I admire the way I do you."

The way his words, aloof, distant Simon Riley's words make butterflies flutter in your stomach should be illegal. The way his eyes are so warm and dark like the comfort of a warm bed after a long day makes your heart pound and your breath catch. You know you shouldn't feel like this, for Charlotte's sake, and his, and yours, and yet you can't stop yourself. For the first time, you're falling, hard. Not for danger or the lure of the unknown. No. You're falling for the safe, gentle domesticity that Simon offers you in the waiting palm of his hand, like feeding a frightened animal in the hopes of coaxing them into the safe warmth of a home.

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I didn't mean for this to be 1.2k oops I got totally carried away 😚

[megamindsecretlair]

Like What I See

Pairing: Big Stunna x Baby Girl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Soft Black reader.

Summary: Stunna is dealing with a lot in regards to the business. He sends you off to have a relaxing day shopping and pampering yourself. But when you get home, Stunna can't resist you.

Word Count: 2,856k

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A/N: WHEW. I've been FERAAAAALLLL. So I needed to bang this out. This is as close as I get to a drabble. Toss a coin to your writer by leaving a comment or reblog!

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You could not wait to get home. You stared down at your freshly painted pink nails. The soft, pale color went well with your beautiful brown skin and looking at them only made you feel prettier. Doubly so because your man chose the color for you today.

Typically, your man didn’t like you driving yourself around but he had a lot of business to take care of. He handed you a stack of cash and told you to pamper yourself today. And you nearly spent every last bit of it. 

First, you stopped by your favorite beauty store and grabbed your favorite bubble bath, some candles, and some lotion. Then, you made it to the makeup store, grabbing things you did not need but absolutely wanted. Lip shine, mascara, whatever your little heart came across just because you could. Lastly, you went to the spa and got one of the best massages of your life.

You had nearly fallen asleep on the table as the masseuse worked out lingering kinks and knots into your plump skin. You had gotten the works. A facial, foot rub, nails and feet done, and some quiet time in the sauna. You were mighty relaxed and now, all you wanted to do was see your baby.

You pulled onto your quiet street, the houses as nondescript as possible. Stunna didn’t want to flaunt his wealth that much. He preferred to flaunt it in other ways. Helping out in the neighborhood, taking care of those in his employ, or simply treating you. You loved that he wasn’t a braggart. Or thought the world owed him something just because. 

When you pulled into the driveway, you frowned a bit. He was usually at the door for you, pulling it open before you even had a chance to stop the car. You got out and locked the door, leaving your bags in the back because you knew Stunna will carry it inside for you.

Once inside, the sweet aroma of fresh apples wafted through the air. It was just an air freshener, but this was one of the best things you loved about coming home. That it felt like a home, small as your family may be. It was just you and Stunna for now and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

But where was he? With all the nonsense going on in his little feud with Malcolm, you had to contend with Stunna’s diverted attention. You hated it. You didn’t want to impose, but enough was fucking enough. 

“Baby?” You called out. Your heels clicked on the runner in the foyer as you walked down the hallway in search of your husband. He wasn’t in the kitchen where he usually was or on the couch watching his games. 

You took out your phone. There were no missed calls from him. There was just the text from him telling you to drive safely when you told him that you were on your way home. This just wasn’t like him. 

You sighed. So much for being excited. You had wanted to show off your nails and gush about your day. You wanted to show off your sinfully short black skirt and white button up shirt. The sleeves billowed slightly and gave you a slightly artsy look. Paired with your heels, it was a little dressy, a little cutesy, and you loved it. 

You went upstairs, a little miffed that your outfit went to waste. The bedroom door was closed so you opened it, ready to call Stunna’s phone and see where the hell he ran off to. As the door fully opened, you were grabbed from behind with a loud yell.

You screamed, arms stretching out wide to hang onto the doorframe and prevent your attacker from pushing you inside. Raucous laughter filled the doorframe as your husband, Stunna, kissed your cheek. 

Your heart was beating so fast, it took you two tries to yell out, “You scared the shit out of me!” 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said. “You didn’t see me on the couch and I wondered what you’d do.” 

You tried to twist out of his grasp, lowering your hands to his so that you could forcibly remove him. He didn’t budge. He held you tighter about the waist, planting soft kisses along your neck and cheek.

“Forgive me?” He mumbled in between kisses. 

“I ain’t hear no apology,” you said and sucked your teeth. Meanie. You crossed your arms because you already knew that he wasn’t going to let you go until he got what he wanted. 

“I am so, very, completely, passionately sorry,” he said in between kissing your neck, cheek, and jaw. “I won’t do anything like that again.”

You sighed. You could feel the pout in his words. “Fine, I guess I forgive you,” you said, losing the bulk of your anger. You were more scared than anything else and now that your heartbeat resembled something close to normal, there wasn’t anything left to be mad about. 

“Hm, let me see,” he said. He finally released you and you turned in his arms to look up into his gorgeous face. It felt like it had been longer than just a few hours since you’ve seen him. Like every second expanded into hours the longer you were away from him. 

You looked him over. He wore a black T-shirt and matching black sweats on his long frame. A gold chain lay around his neck and he smiled, showing off a set of gold canines. He perused you in much the same manner, taking the moment to appreciate each other and the moment. 

He smiled, so you smiled in response. He took both of your hands in his and looked at your nails. “Hm, lookin’ so pretty,” he said. He kissed the backs of both hands and then took in the rest of your outfit. 

“This what you wore outside?” He asked.

You nodded. You stepped away and did a little spin for him. “You like?” You asked.

“I love,” he said, his voice getting deeper. Lower. Your eyes flicked to his and saw the raw hunger in his eyes. He looked from your heels, to your thick thighs, all the way up to the top of your head. 

“Matter of fact, you look good enough to eat,” he said. “Get yo ass on that bed.” 

The back of your thighs tingled instantly from the sheer power of his voice. Dangerous, dangerous man. Your mouth opened into a pretty little ‘O’ as you gaped at him. “Can I freshen up first?” 

“You heard me. Bed,” he said. He stood stock still, still framed by the doorway that his head nearly brushed the top of. He rubbed his small beard, looking at you as if he wanted to rip your clothes off. 

You began to walk backwards towards the bed, keeping your eye on him with a small smile. His mouth quirked to the side, watching your shenanigans. Yes, you were complying, but in your own way, dammit. A small bit of payback for scaring you. 

When you got to the bed, you sat down, tossing your phone onto the nightstand. The bed was a Grand Turk Plush mattress, so soft and plush that you sank down onto it. It wasn’t the greatest for the wild lovemaking you two did, but it was heaven on both of your backs so you’d take it. 

Stunna finally moved from the doorway, stalking towards you. When he got in front of you, you had to lean back just to continue looking in his eyes. He was that damn tall. 

You gently rubbed your thighs together, already needing a bit of friction. Nothing escaped Stunna. He smirked at you. “Open,” he said. 

Slowly, you shifted on the bed to open your legs and accommodate him in between. He sank to his knees, shoulders pressing your legs out further. Then, he reached under your skirt for your panties, drawing them down your legs. 

Your breathing turned heavy. Everything about this man just ramped up your horniness. And it wasn’t always his sex appeal. It was just him. Kind, loving, and an absolute gangster out in the streets. You’ve seen him get medieval nasty when it came to his business and the good Lord help you, but you loved it. 

Free of your panties, Stunna pushed your skirt up and around your hips. He sucked in an appreciative gasp, eyes getting bigger. 

“Please, don’t tease me right now,” you said. You couldn’t stand it. You needed him feral. Softness right now would absolutely crush you.

“”How you need me, then, baby?” He asked. 

“More. I need more. Break me in half,” you said. 

Stunna chuckled. “As my lady commands,” he said. His hands jerked out fast, grabbing the back of your knees and pulling you forward on the bed. You squealed at the unexpected roughhousing. 

Wasting no time, his lips latched onto your clit and began sucking like his life depended on it. With his gold canines and the dim room, you almost felt like you were getting devoured by a vampire. It only turned you on. 

You throbbed in his mouth and he moaned, pushing your legs on top of his shoulders. You were pretty sure your heels were digging into his back but he made no indication that it bothered him. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, yes!” Your nails flew to his head, lighting scratching at his scalp and holding him closer. Fuck, you felt so good. You grinded on his tongue. Each swipe of his tongue pushed you closer and closer to the edge. 

If you could pay this man to eat you out for hours on end, you absolutely would. After a few years of marriage, you found that there were still things to try with him. Still new positions or a bit of role playing to introduce. Things to ask for. That would have to be one of them. See how long you could give oral before the person climaxed.

Stunna removed his mouth and you whined. His mouth was quickly replaced with his fingers. You were so slippery and wet, that it almost didn’t feel different to not have his mouth there. You continued to twist and writhe on the bed, body tensing as you got closer.

“I been dealing with shit all day, but I’ve been dreaming about tasting you,” he said.

You huffed a laugh. “You ate me out this morning,” you said. 

“Fuck that mean?” He asked. To emphasize his point, he dipped two fingers inside of you. Once his fingers were coated in your essence, he pumped them faster and harder, shaking his palm against your clit. Your toes curled in your heels. Your thighs strained around his shoulders. 

Your breathing turned ragged. Your hand flailed, looking for a place to grab on to. But he was too far out of reach. Stunna only watched you struggle and squirm, not giving you the anchor you were seeking. 

“Even at my angriest today, I just pictured this. You absolutely undone on my fingers,” he said. His voice grew quieter as if allowing room for your climax to get louder. Your whimpers and whines turned to keening cries as your back bowed and you finally came. You gushed onto his fingers.

Stunna continued to finger fuck you, encouraging the sounds you were making. “Music,” he said.

“So, so mean,” you panted as you shivered from such an intense orgasm. 

“You wanna see me get really mean?” He asked.

He didn’t wait for you to respond. He stood up abruptly, dropping your legs to the edge of the bed. He stood up to his full height and then grabbed your legs once more, pulling you until your ass half hung off of the bed.

“I’m gonna fall!” You screamed.

“I ain’t never gon’ let something happen to you,” he promised. He hooked your legs around his waist and then he pushed his sweats down low enough to free his thick, fat dick. 

You may have moaned. You may have drooled. Whatever it is that you did, made Stunna chuckle as he tapped his dick against your wet pussy. It made delicious wet smacking sounds and you moaned from the impact and from the filthiness of it. 

He swirled his tip through your folds, coating his dick in your essence. He looked at you, right in the eye. “I just want you to know that I love you,” he said.

You tilted your head at him, wondering what he meant by that. Then, he slammed home in one hard thrust. It was so quick, you were feeling so full, that your mouth dropped open but no sound came out. 

Stunna didn’t care. He began to pound away inside you like a man possessed. As if your pussy held the fountain of youth. Or was the lost city of Atlantis. You could hardly breathe as he rammed his fat dick inside of you, over and over. He found a steady, punishing pace that made you see stars.

You could only look up at the popcorn ceiling as he rammed inside. “Breathe baby,” Stunna grunted. “Breathe or I’ll stop.” 

You nodded, still not trusting your lungs. But you also didn’t want him to stop. So you forced air into your lungs, taking heaping big breaths to get your mind acting right again. “Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you cried. Tears gathered in your eyes. 

Only him. Only your husband. Only this man made all others pale in comparison. The world could go to hell at the moment and you’d still only have eyes and love for this man. 

Your hands clawed at his shirt as he drooped forward, planting a wet kiss on your forehead. His necklace swung powerfully with his thrusts. His gold canines flashed as he tilted his head up a bit to give you a quick glance over. 

He moaned low and deep in his chest. Never breaking stride, he lifted off of you and then began to unbutton your shirt with one hand. The other pressed into the mattress against your side to keep his balance.

“Put them hands on me,” he commanded. You obliged by wrapping your hand around the arm beside you and the other on his shoulder. He groaned as your hands found his skin. 

“Fuck, feeling so good. Baby. Fuck, fuck,” you moaned. You were so close again. So soon. It was too much. Your head flopped from side to side. Trying to stay in the game but knowing that your ass needed to tap out. 

The hand on his shoulder tried to push him, to ease him up, to slow him down. But he persisted. “Just remember, I love you,” he said again. He smirked as you groaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He freed enough of your buttons to push the shirt apart and show him your white bra. He hooked a finger down the center and pulled far enough to free your titties from the cups. Pushed under your titties, the bra made your titties stand out. 

He grinned as if he’d found the prize at the bottom of a cereal box. He leaned forward again, bringing his lips to your sensitive nipples.

Once he latched on, your body began to jerk and twitch out of your control. Fuck, that felt amazing. Pleasure rippled through your body like waves, as you screamed and cried his name. 

“Yes, baby, let them neighbors know my name,” he grunted. He pumped a few more times, tongue laving at your chest as he finally moaned one last time and spilled inside of you.

His cum was scalding and shot out in spurts, bathing your insides. You cried as he continued moving as if his body was no longer his to control. 

You both panted as he half collapsed on top of you. He looked up at you and you couldn’t help giggling with him.

“What the hell got into you?” You asked when you finally trusted your voice. 

“Everything about you, my love. Everything,” he said. 

He climbed further onto the bed, not leaving from inside of you as he dropped the full weight of himself on top of you. You laughed under the weight of him. 

“You get on my nerves!” You giggled, struggling for breath underneath him. 

Stunna chuckled and then finally rolled over. He brought you with him until you were the one laying on top of him. His hands gripped your waist, pushing your skirt further up so that it could flutter naturally around his waist. 

“I wanna feel you bounce on this dick. I got some more loads for you,” he said. He thrusted his hips, making you bounce on him as if he were an unruly pony. You laughed and laughed, sides starting to hurt.

“More loads for me, huh?” You asked. 

“Hell yeah. I need to fill you up so I can watch it slide out,” he said with a saucy wink.

You rolled your eyes but nothing was stopping you from getting what he promised.

The end.

More Big Stunna here we goo: The Secret Big Stunna Files

[lady-of-tearshed]

Solace

Eris Vanserra x Reader

(Unedited yet! Posted it by accident 😑 I didn't even realized it until @daycourtofficial reposted 🤣 I was so confused lol)

Summary: Eris comes back from a meeting exhausted. He is overwhelmed with his new role as a High Lord lately, and his mate decides to take special care of him.

Eris sighed as he came back to your shared chambers later than anticipated from an awfully boring meeting. He had still tons of work to be done with, new courtiers to hire, troops reorganization, and court finances issues to fix and analyze in more depth. He was supposed to hand back a report about analyzing these financial issues this afternoon actually, but he didn’t even have time to finish writing it. Surprisingly, his courtiers had decided to be kind enough not to bring up his missing report in his meeting this afternoon.

His ears perk up when he hears the bathtub water running from the bathroom. He quietly walks his way there, and spots you pouring bubble bath and salts into the tub. He spots two sets of matching pajamas perfectly folded on the bathroom countertop. You were running him a bath… His heart swells with guilt, feeling ashamed of being absent recently. And yet there you were… still taking care of him.

Pangs of guilt flow through the bond, you look over your shoulder to see your mate staring at you, his brows frowned in concern “I’m unworthy of you…”. His Adam's apple bobs as he tries to swallow the tick knot in his throat. 

You walk over to Eris and wrap your arms around his neck, his instinctively resting on your hips. You stare into his eyes with determination and pure honesty shining into them and say “I am to judge whether or not someone is worthy of me, and you, Eris Vanserra, I can confidently say that you are.”. 

He opens his mouth and shakes his head to complain, but you cut him off with a sweet kiss on his lips “Don’t go down that path, please.” He sighs but kisses you back gently on your forehead, breathing in your comforting scent. “Okay…”

You smile and slowly pull back to stop the faucet before the bath overflows on the tiles. Eris can’t help but stare at your curves as you undress and sink into the bath first, a content sigh falls from your lips as the warm water makes your whole body melt in delight.

“Why are you still standing there?” You tease as you look over at Eris, frozen in his contemplation. His hands were still gripping the edge of his shirt he had wanted to take off before getting distracted. He shakes his head and chuckles at his own thoughts, thinking about how his wife could take his attention away by doing literally anything. He undresses and settles himself in the bath between your legs, his back pressed against your chest. You run your wet fingers through his hair and he groans in pleasure, leaning his head back onto your shoulder. You smile and kiss the side of his face.

It has been a while since you had any kind of intimacy with Eris, he had been spending a lot of time fixing the mistakes and changing the ways of Beron’s past reign in the past few weeks. You had caught him falling asleep in his study a few times recently, he looked so drained that every time you found him asleep on his desk, you felt too bad to wake him up to selfishly have him beside you in bed. So every time, you only had placed a pillow under his head, wrapped a sheet around his shoulders, and kissed his head goodnight silently. 

When you snap out of your thoughts, you turn your head and notice that Eris’s eyes are now shut, his lips slightly parted, all of his features relaxed and his head feels heavier onto your shoulder… “You’re not falling asleep on me… are you?” you chuckle “No…no.” He whispers under his breath.

He sits up and stretches his neck, hissing slightly at the soreness caused by his constant stress, lack of sleep, and probably many other factors. 

“I still need to finish writing this report-” He almost moans when your fingers expertly start to knead his poor muscles. 

You smile and hold back a laugh at Eris' pleased sounds. His thoughts were now completely off his work and the thing he was about to say. His soreness slowly fades away as your fingers work their magic on him. 

As you keep applying just enough pressure on the sore spots on Eris's shoulders, your eyes dart to his many moles and freckles. You suddenly realize that you don’t often have the opportunity to stare at his bare back. “Beautiful…” the words fall from your lips absent-mindedly.

Your words breaking the silence confuse Eris “...What?” he asks, his voice low from the deep state of relaxation you had managed to soak him in. “I said they’re beautiful, your moles and freckles. They make me think of a starry night sky. You are exquisite, my love.”.

The blush on his face travels up all the way to his ears, and he mumbles a shy ‘you too’, too stunned to answer anything back at your sweet words. He wonders how you manage to do it, every word that comes out of your mouth is always so honest and so… poetic. 

—

The bubbles of the bath had completely melted, and the water was starting to turn cold when you both decided to get out of the bath. You had braided your damp hair before the two of you quite literally crawled your way under the soft duvet of your bed. 

Eris was gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, admiring your peaceful figure lying down in front of him. He was trying his best to heat up your ice-cold feet with his legs wrapped around yours. After years of marriage, he still couldn’t understand how your feet always seemed to be literal ice cubes. You were starting to drift to sleep when suddenly you reminded yourself of something “You know that unfinished report you were worried about earlier?”

“Yeah?”

“You finished it this afternoon.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion “Impossible, I was in a meeting this afternoon-” Realization hits him when he hears you scoff quietly, his eyes soften and he pulls you closer to his chest, squeezing you tightly into his arms and kissing the crown of your head. You nuzzle into his warmth, appreciating the low rumble of his chest when he speaks up quietly before you both drift to sleep. “Thank you…”

“I love you.” You whisper as you fall back asleep.

“I love you the most, my solace.” 

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A/N: Well, I was supposed to post it on Friday or Saturday, but here we are! 😅 Hope you like it. I barely edited it, so if you guys notice anything, please let me know 💕

[weskie]

Stress Relief [And Love] (Albert Wesker x f!Reader)

18+ | ambiguous anatomy reader, femme terminology reader [masc terms here], smut, light degradation, aftercare | Fic Directory

Your face presses into the glass, breath fogging it to obscure the delicate, world-changing organisms inside.

He’d come to see you again.  A checkup on your progress, he’d said– his usual excuse.

Most often, he came down here for you.  You, his prized possession and the apple of his eye, were the real treasure within the cramped laboratory.  Though the flowers you’d raised and spliced were the fuel powering his dream, he’d long since told you how ridiculous he found the field of botany.  Beyond his tastes and especially his interests.  But he was interested in you.

He needed you.

More than you knew, actually. For the longest time, you thought it odd that his visits kept growing in frequency– that is, until the first day he’d stripped a glove from his hand and caressed your cheek with his fingertips, eyes shining brighter beneath those signature dark shades of his.  You’d never really considered your feelings for him prior– attractive as he is– but you practically turned to jell-o that day.

“My little flower girl.” He murmured, tilting your chin up for the softest, sweetest kiss you’d ever had.  Just like that, you were his.

Just like you are now.  

He drives into you from behind, hips snapping sharp and fast.  A long day, he’d told you.  Albert Wesker was typically a generous lover.  Exceptional dates, thoughtful gifts, and a laser-like focus on ensuring your comfort and happiness– but especially your pleasure.

Today he takes for himself, and you’re all too happy to oblige.

He’s got your lower half stripped bare, perfect for him to take in the sight and tease you as he pleases.  Nails biting at your hips, a palm striking your ass, fingers slinking around your waist to tease you mercilessly.  His hands are everywhere all at once, clouding your mind, and his face is buried in the curve of your neck where he kisses and nips and bites to his heart’s content.

“Look at you,” he growls.  “Your legs are quaking.  Pathetic.”

You mewl for him, nodding.  You’re almost positive his iron grip around your waist is the only thing keeping you from hitting the floor.  He takes a step closer, pinning his body to yours and pushing you further against the warmth of the flower tank.

Wesker grinds into you while a hand snakes up to grip in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his lips to meet your ear. “My sweet little flower girl,” he coos, hips pushing circles against you.  You nod.

You are his.

He uses you for at least an hour, coming deep inside of you, eating you clean, pushing you to your knees to get him ready once more, then fucking you all over again.  By the time his seemingly awful day is worked out of his system, you’re a worn out mess on legs far too wobbly to stand.

Which is how you end up in his arms, engulfed in a warm bubble bath.  You had no idea that he lived in the facility, let alone had such an extravagant bathroom.  It makes you envious for all the times you ever had to rinse off in the cramped little emergency shower in the lab after an unfortunate specimen exposure.

He’s so gentle with you, even going as far as to nudge your head back to rest against his chest when you try to fuss over him.

“Allow me to at least be a gentleman now,” Wesker murmurs as he moves a washcloth in circles over your bite mark ridden shoulders.  He’d traced every bruise and mark he left on your body with featherlight touches, each stutter a silent apology and declaration of his own disdain for how he’d handled you.  It was endearing to know how much he truly cared under that cold exterior he always seemed to have.

You give him a gentle, humming laugh.  There was no doubt in your mind that he’d take care of you afterward.  He always did.

“Rest, my dear.”  He coos, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Not that you were trying to fight it, but you did like to drag out your moments together.  “I’ll be here when you wake.”

And that’s exactly why…

“D’you promise?”  

Wesker was always on the go, always busy, always something to take care of that left you waiting and missing him terribly.  Such a statement was incredibly uncommon.

“I promise,” he says, smile audible in his voice.

Your eyes flutter shut, mind at ease knowing he’ll be the first thing you see when you wake.