#aside from little top baggy bottoms

[toofacedbiitch]

Big jacket x little top is the best combo out there change my mind

[cuntinies]

summary: pregnant! reader gets upset at her rapid weight gain due to the pregnancy so abby wants to kiss it all better

warnings: pregnant female reader, mentions of weight and size, mentions of numbers in weight, slight angst, crying, kissing, slight proofread, abby being sweet. please lmk if i miss any.

you can't help but let out an exaggerated groan. in abbys wife pleaser and her baggy blue gingham boxer briefs, you stare at your pregnant self in the mirror in front of you. you knew you were going to gain weight when you found out that you were pregnant with your little girl, but not so soon. youre 6 months in, and your belly already stretching out your top and bottoms, making your outfits snug to your body. your chest got a bit fuller from last time, and your hips have filled up.

abby looks up from her laptop, the blue screen glowing onto her face. her reading glasses perched right on the tip of her nose and her blonde locks free from her usual braid. the shared bed faces the mirror as she looks at you through it, a confused but cutely painted look on her face.

"what's the matter?" abby asks, taking off the glasses to get a good look as to why you decided to loudly announce whatever was bothering you. she truly couldn't hold in her giggles when your patience has decreased these past weeks. this morning, you got upset while looking at the tulips abby helped plant with you (mostly just her) a couple of weeks ago, weren't growing as fast as you wanted to.

pushing your hair out of your face, you groan again. "the doctor said i gained 8 lbs since i’ve seen her but i think it's more..". your hands travel down to rub your tummy. you avoid eye contact with abby, feeling her eyes staring at your face as you look down at your baby bump. she nibbles the inside of her lip, trying to think of what to say because she doesn't like when you talk about yourself like that. "i think you look, beautiful babe."

"nuh uh. youre saying that because i’m your wife and i’m carrying our baby, so that doesn't count" you raise your voice as it starts cracking, your face feeling hot and tears start welling in your eyes. abby immediately notices the change of tone in your voice. she knew you had a hard time with changes, and the baby was a huge change for both of you. abby would of course try her best to make you feel better but there's so much she could do before you get into your head.

"c'mere," abby says, closing her laptop and setting it aside on the nightstand. you sulk over to the edge of the bed, playing with a loose thread. you feel abby playfully kick your hand. "babe, c'mere. why are you so sad?" she asks, trying to bring your attention back to her but you are just being so stubborn.

"it's just everything is happening so fast and i’m getting huge and it's scaring me and i’m just being a bad wife because all you hear me do is complain about myself," you sniff through choked sobs, finally taking a look up at her. tears slowly fall down your cheeks and some snot trickles down your nose. abby wants to laugh at how cute you look but she holds it in, giving you a little sad smile. she opens her arms invitingly, the way her black t-shirt fits so nicely on her by accentuating her biceps. you can't say no to that. you shuffle closer to her before you lay your whole weight down onto her body. she wraps her arms around you, shifting so that your back is on her chest, leaving room for you to breathe comfortably.

"first of all.." abby starts saying softly in your hair before kissing you on top of your head. "you’re not a bad wife." she places her head on top of yours, reaching her hands down onto your swole belly. you cringe, feeling how she traces the light stretch marks that litter your skin. "second of all.." another kiss but near your ear this time, "you're not huge. you're carrying our sweet girl. i don't like hearing you tell yourself that." her hands find yours, tangling into them as she holds them. you huff, not knowing what to say.

"i’m sorry.." you whisper, taking one of her hands and playing with her fingers. tracing her nail bed to her palm where you trace the lines like a little mase. abby shakes her head a bit before wrapping the same hand up on the side of your head. the way she can just manipulate you however she pleases makes you instantly melt into her palm, looking up at her. she smiles down at you, wiping the bit of mucus that was on your upper lip. she leans her head down, not caring about your tear-stained, booger face, as she places a soft but deep kiss on your lips. abby tilts her head, slightly tightening the grip she has on your head as she slips her tongue inside your mouth. you can't help but let out a soft gasp, allowing abby to take whatever. she places one last peck before licking her lips as she watches your cute disheveled face, lips glossy, softly panting and cheeks blushing.

"i don't want you to apologize for anything, ok baby?" abby says, caressing your cheek with her thumb. all you can do is nod, snuggling your head into her neck and wrapping yourself within her. she smiles, gently reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the bedside lamp. abby caresses your back until she feels your breathing regulates into a soft rhythm.

a/n: tysm for all the love these past days! idk how to end these. lmk if you all like this 🙂‍↕️ inbox is open

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Sniff and Bite

Soft Yan, Scent kink, Biting, No sex but he's a little handsy and gets a boner

“Eh, Kitten? Think ya could help me with that box over there?”

Looking up from the book they were glancing at the cover off, they looked to the hyena who was currently tossing more of Leona’s dirty clothes into a hamper.

“Mmm? Yeah, sure thing Ruggie Senpai.”

“Just Ruggie.”

They paused, a soft laugh leaving them that had the beastmen flick his ears and look the side shyly.

“Yes, Ruggie.” They said, teasing in their tone.

Sitting up from the messy bed they made their way over to the box, full and random nick-nacks and rarely worm accessories that Ruggie had set aside.

They eyed it for a moment, trying to think of the best way to get the heavy box up while a certain hyena stared intently at their back.

With a hint of dramatic flair, they pushed up the sleeves of their baggy uniform shirt and crouched down to seal the top properly before digging their fingers into the edges of the bottom. They pulled it up into the air and caught it with a huff, muscles flexing, before heading to Leona’s closest. 

Blueish-gray eyes dilate as they watch the human work.

Gazing from their back to their sweaty neck, his addam’s apple bobbed down with a swallow. The dorm was stiflingly hot and that long sleeve they were wearing wasn't helping at all. He couldn't help but salivate at the scent of their sweat.

Fuck, why they gotta smell so good?

His heart thundered in his chest as blood rushed downward, where he really didn't want it going. For months he had felt the need to watch them, to keep them close, to do...something. It brought out his baser instincts, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just nature telling him what he needed.

It is annoying, frustrating, and all-around inconvenient. Especially with all he already has on his plate, but maybe this could be something good, a reward even.

He deserves to finally have something nice after all.

With a slight stretch, they were finally able to get the heavy box onto the shelf. Backing out of the closet space they closed its door before letting out a yelp as Ruggie suddenly pressed into their back, trapping them against the closet door.

"Ruggie! Wha-" they started, cut off as calloused hands trailed up their bare arms. They felt his hot breath against their cheek and shivered at the feeling, tensing as he took a deep inhale. A hand slid to their neck, and gave a gentle squeeze, before moving to the front of their shirt and pulling down, buttons popping free as shoulders were exposed.

"Ru..ah...Ruggie..." they whimpered softly. The heat of his breath on their ear made them shudder as Ruggie pressed his face into the crook of their sweat-slicked neck.

"You smell so soft en' sweet..." he murmured, and they laughed awkwardly.

"Uh...thanks?"

A possessive growl rumbled in his throat as he ground against them, and they felt something hard press into their backside. Flustered, they tried to turn their head but stopped when Ruggie spoke again, voice a deep purr.

“Hey…”

They paused.

“Uhm…yes…?”

"Just.. .just a few licks and a bite. That would be okay, yeah?"

His voice had dipped into a purring lull, they couldn't help but flush and feel butterflies at his tone. His voice was also…slurred. They were a bit muddled about what he was asking.

Confused, they stammered "Wh-what do you mean?" before letting out a soft moan as sharp fangs dragged against their neck, followed by his hot tongue.

"Don't move..." he warned.

“Wh-” That's when they felt it. Letting out a squeal they felt sharp teeth sink into the tender flesh between their neck and shoulder. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 7

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

Your body is stiff. You blame your late-night drawing session hunched over the folding table. You feel it in your neck and shoulder. You sit up and groan, rubbing your muscles as you try to loosen the knots. You roll your arms as you stand up, yawning as you rub your eyes. 

A dewy breeze flows in. The air feels like rain but the density has yet to break. You remember vaguely in the middle of the night cracking the window to cool off, your room stagnant and stale. 

You near the window in your baggy shirt, dampened slightly with your sweat. It’s caught under your chest as you bulge against the fabric. You pull it free as you stand in front of the pane and blanch as you see movement on the other side. Shoot. 

Your eyes meet Steve’s as he closes the window across from yours. He can feel the approaching storm too. He smiles and gives a two-fingered wave. You lift your hand weakly, barely extending your fingers before you tug shut the curtains. How much did he see? How much could he see? 

You go out to get the day started. The overhead light of kitchen blares yellow across the space and you put the coffee pot on to brew. As you wait, you tidy the table, once more cluttered with your mother’s forgotten distractions. The crossword book, several pens, a home magazine, and several wrappers. 

You slow the pour of coffee into your mug as you hear your mom’s bedroom door. You stare at the doorway until she appears. She limps to the table and sits heavily. You put the cup before her and grab another for yourself. She mutters and leans her head in her hand. She was home late last night. 

You go to grab her inhaler from the bathroom. Once more, it’s missing. You return and find it on the counter hidden beside a used plate. It's only then you notice the blackened frozen fries on the cookie sheet. What the heck? 

“Ugh, that man,” she croaks, letting it roll into a laugh, “he convinced me to have a little wine after the milkshake.” You put her inhaler in front of her. She raises her head and scowls. She rubs the furrow between her brows. “And then another. And another.” 

You don’t even remember her getting home. You were up until one in the morning drawing. She must have been much later. How hadn’t you heard her make all this mess? 

You sip your coffee around cleaning up. You wash the glass from the milkshake Steve brought over and set it aside. Your mother hacks and clears her throat. 

“Mm, he’s too nice,” she mutters, “told him you didn’t need that. Too much sugar. You don’t even like strawberry.” 

You hide your frown. You like strawberry. You’re not sure why she thinks otherwise. She’s never really asked. 

“I’ll bring the glass back--” 

“You remember your manners,” she girds before she hums into her coffee cup. She gulps through her wet lips noisily. “I don’t need you ruining this.” 

“I will, mom.” 

“Ugh,” she stands up with a groan, “I need my chair.” 

Her hand trembles and the cup with it. She spills a little over the sides but doesn’t pay attention to it. You dump the tray of burnt fries and put it in the sink. You just cleaned this place top to bottom. You don’t think you’re that messy but it’s always a disaster. 

You clean the rest of the dishes and put them away. Your mom hollers for more coffee and you bring the pot with you to refill her cup. She leans it on her chest and closes her eyes. 

“I’m going to take the glass back now, I guess.” 

“Mph, do whatever,” she utters irritably. 

You trod back to your room and change into real clothes; straight-legged jeans and a stripped jersey tee. You just want to get this over with. It’s so awkward. You would rather your mom just take it back the next time she goes over but she’s in rough shape. It must be the alcohol. She’s not really supposed to have any. 

You grab the glass and put on your shoes. As you come out, there’s a speckling of rain falling from the sky. You go up the walk and around the sidewalk, coming back down the pavement squares to Steve’s porch. You stop and look up at his front door. You climb the steps and drag your feet to the door. 

You tap the bell. It’s one of those ones with the camera built-in. You feel overly conscious as you stand before the lens. The door opens before you can prepare yourself. 

“Hey, sweetie,” Steve greets, “how are you?” 

“Erm. Okay. Here.” 

You hold out the glass. He doesn’t take it. He leans on the doorframe and smile. 

“Crummy day, huh? Supposed to thunderstorm soon,” he comments, “too bad, I was really wanting to get that pool going.” 

“Mm, yeah,” you keep the glass raised before you. 

“Oh well, guess I’ll have to figure out what to do all pent up. Maybe a movie night? With all this moving, I’m way behind.” 

You look at his chest, staring at the short-sleeved button up with chagrin. What is he talking about? Why is he talking so much? 

“You got any suggestions? You youngins always know what’s hip,” he shakes his head and laughs, “sorry, I sound old, don’t I?” 

“No,” you answer dully. 

“No what? No suggestions or no I don’t sound old?” He challenges. 

Your eyes go round and you look him in the face. “I don’t know.” 

“I’m teasing--” 

“Here,” you wiggle the glass at him. 

He takes it, his fingers brushing against yours. You let it go and recoil. You bare your teeth strangely and back away, “thanks, er. Bye.” 

You turn and cringe at the grey sky. You trudge off the porch and cut across the lawn, too mortified not to trod over his grass. You clamber up the front steps and quickly shut yourself inside the house. You hiss at yourself as you press your back to the door. 

“Don’t slam the goddamn door,” your mother sneers, “Jesus. No wonder this place is falling apart.” 

🏠

It’s one of those days where you’re just sad. You can’t pinpoint why. It’s just a vague malaise that won’t leave. Even as the sun beams and deepens to a soft evening hue, you can’t see a light among the dark. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been like that. Under your covers, crying for no good reason. It just hurts to be. You keep your arm folded over your pounding head. You just want to sleep and yet you can’t cross the barrier into unconscious. 

You give up and roll onto your back, pulling the blanket to your waist. You exhale and stare up at the ceiling. You’re head swims from the deluge of tears. You sop them up with the sheet and sit up. Your head is full and throbbing. 

You get up, bleary-eyed, and muddle your way through reality. You pull open your door and find the bathroom on instinct alone. You shut yourself in and blow your nose. The effort has you even more dizzy. You shake your head, trying to clear out the fog, and turn on the cold water. You throw it across your face, holding a wet palm to your forehead to try to ease the tension. 

Your ears tickle with a strange noise. A low drone. Like bass on the front television. Now and again, your mom will amp up the TV but it’s unexpectedly loud. You twist off the faucet and stand straight. You dry off and head back into the hall, peering down at the shifting light glaring from the living room doorway. 

“Woahhh,” the voice catches you unaware as someone collides with you from behind in the dim hallway. You stumble and turn to face Steve as popcorn scatters onto the floor, tumbling over the brim of the bowl. The smell tugs at your stomach, “sorry sweetie, I didn’t see you there.” 

You look at his silhouette, unable to make out any of his features. You didn’t even know he was there. Your mother didn’t even warn you. You suspect that may have been purposeful. 

“Sweetie?” 

“Sorry,” you back up, “didn’t mean... to get in the way.” 

You turn and shuffle back to your room. He follows, “your mom said you weren’t feeling good. Hope you get better soon, but if you’re interested, we’re watching a movie.” 

Your bedroom door is wide open. If you’d known, you would’ve been sure to shut it tight. 

“No, thank you,” you grab the handle and slowly shift the door behind you. 

“No problem,” he calls after you, “offer stands if you change your mind.” 

You click the door shut gently and stay on the other side, listening for his footsteps. He lingers, a bit too long, and it’s only as he walks away that you go back to your bed. There’s something strange about him. Or maybe it’s just you. 

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Can we have some Team Skull grunt vore? It’s been so long! If you need a prompt how about a grunt caught snacking, and needs to get rid of those that caught him? With any vore types you want and some weight gain, muscle growth, disposal and a little mass vore if you wanna. Sorry if that’s too much!

It’s alright, I can work with these! Sometimes the grunts get a chance to be top dog.

The grunt belches and pats his gut gently as he sends down another P.okemon. Tucked away and out of sight, he's finally getting rid of some of these annoying things while he has the chance. Technically he's supposed to be taking them to G.uzma but...he's hungry as hell! In the end, he's getting rid of some annoying P.okemon from annoying trainers, so it's not like he can get in any trouble for it. His shirt is stretched tightly over his stomach already, a few P.okemon whining and squirming inside. He was ready to relax and lets it all digest when he heard "Yo, there he is!"

The T.eam Skull grunt jolts and looks over with wide eyes, seeing a few other of his bros standing there and glaring at him. "I told you guys! He's been stealing snacks behind our backs, yo!"

"I-I'm not doing that, yo!" the grunt tries to argue. But there's no hiding his full, gurgling guts, or the discarded P.okeballs at his feet. He knows if they get back and tell G.uzma, he's going to be super pissed! At best, he'll be going hungry for a few days. At worse...he'll be stewing in G.uzma's guts for a few days. He can't decide which is worse.

"C'mon, let's tell big bro!" another grunt says. "No way are we going to be letting someone get away with stealing from the rest of us, yo! Only we get to do that!" The others in the group exclaim their agreement and the group is about to walk away.

"No way, you're not going anywhere, yo!" The grunt charges forward, acting without thinking. He grabs one of them from behind and his bandana moves aside just enough for him to engulf the fellow grunt's head into his drooling jaws. The others look over in surprise to see one of their own disappearing down into...well, one of their own!

He makes quick work of the wiggling grunt, slurping him down fast. His tanktop rides up fully on his stomach now, all those P.okemon he ate now stuck under the grunt curled up inside. The grunt grabs too more of the stunned grunts and shoves their faces into his pits. That gets them to start thrashing, but it's already too late as they're being fed into his pits to fill out his biceps. The rest of them try to run off, but the ravenous grunt is close behind, and he's shoving another grunt into his pecs before he's even finished off the ones in his pits.

It doesn't take long before the rest of the grunts are caught and devoured. Two more went down the hatch, filling out his gut further, and he sent a second packing away into his chest. The grunt sits against a tree, just out of sight, panting and groaning with all the food now in his body. All this over a few P.okemon..? He's not sure if it was really worth it now. He's sure the other grunts feel the same, given the way they squirm and hell inside of him. But they're not getting out now...well, not the same as they went in.

His body worked hard, his guts steadily melting down their meals, and his pecs and biceps working down theirs. The grunts squirm and scream more the longer they stew, but they're steadily losing the fight to the digestive process. He grows bigger steadily as it happens, too. His stomach shrinks but gains a lot of soft heft on it, and while his pecs and biceps smooth out the bulges of his meals, they become thicker with newly gained muscle. By the time he's done, he's massive, looking more like a Hiker than a Team S.kull grunt. His baggy tanktop and shorts are now a little too small on him, the bottom of his stomach peeking out at all times now.

"How am I gonna explain this..?" the grunt mumbles as he feels along his new muscle gut. It lets out a wet groan and he winces. Okay, new problem first--his bros still want out. He gets up and, with a bit of effort, wiggles his shorts down over his rounder ass and thicker thighs. He squats down by the tree and lets loose with a bassy fart signaling the start of it.

Thick logs slide out of him, landing on the grass below and starting to coil up under him. His bandana at least covers the worst of the stench but it's still not exactly pleasant, even for the grunt. It's pretty easy to tell what he ate, though, with the human bones mixed in with the remains of uniforms from the team. A few P.okemon can just barely be identified in the growing mess, but it's mostly made up of the digested grunts. The predator pinches off the last of it with a soft grunt and stands up again, tugging his shorts back up.

He stares down at the pile, a little worried. No one is going to find out, right..? He doesn't want to make G.uzma upset or anything! He can think of an excuse for his new size but if someone were to find out he's behind this...gwrrrrrgl. He blinks and looks down at his stomach. Yeah...that might work. If anyone starts asking too many questions, he'll just have to dispose of them, too! He can just blame it on some random trainers! Feeling a lot better, the grunt walks off to head back to their base. He needs some lunch now.

[hopefulatrocity]

From The Ashes Prologue

Gif credit: hellodollfac3.tumblr.com

Note: This prologue hasn’t been proofread, if you find any mistakes let me know please! I’m looking for someone who might be willing to beta read the story if at all possible. Also, this story is going along with my experiences as a trans guy. Everyone’s transition is different. For me, I have little bottom dysphoria, so I use typical terms for AFAB genitalia when writing smut between my oc and Daryl. I also chose not to use HRT, which is how I wrote Pheonyx as well. In regards to passing, I write sometimes about Nyx having some more “feminine” aspects to his appearance, because this is an issue I have with passing in public. If any of these things are a trigger for you, please proceed at your own risk. Take care of yourselves, lovelies! Remember, every trans person transitions differently and I’m simply trying to portray my experiences as a trans guy.

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Summary: Pheonyx Greene is the oldest of the Greene siblings. He’s always been different than the rest of his family; having endured abuse from his biological father as a kid and growing up as bisexual/transgender in conservative rural Georgia. He loves his family but the past has made him weary of strangers and love. He finds himself on the family farm recovering from top surgery when the world falls apart. As the dead begin to rise, Pheonyx finds himself becoming the sole protector of the farm as his family lives in denial about the Shadows of loved ones past. His life is changed the day Rick Grimes shows up on the farm, and shortly after a certain gruff archer as well. Daryl is drawn to younger man but how does he deal with the internal prejudices he’s grown up with? As the search for Sophia ensues, Daryl is forced to group up with Pheonyx. Will he push him away? Or will Daryl allow himself to put the past aside and let Pheonyx in? 

Series Trigger/content warning: Homophobia/transphobia/biphobia, zenophobia/racism/sexism(Merle), age gap romance(11yr difference. Pheonyx is 28, Daryl is 39 ), sexual assault/rape, child molestation, canon character deaths, body mutilation, child abuse, torture, hunting, smut 18+( P in V, unprotected sex(please practice safe sex!), creampie, breeding kink, rough sex, marking/biting, oral sex, sub/dom undertones), animal deaths, scars, blood, corpses, depression/anxiety, body dysphoria, religious trauma, menstruation mentions

Chapter Content Warnings: Transphobia/biphobia, religious trauma, child abuse, depression/anxiety, childhood molestation, self harm/suicidal thoughts, puberty, bullying, menstruation talk, body dysphoria, sexism 

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Pheonyx Greene spent the majority of his childhood hiding. So much so, it became second nature to him. 

From the day he was born to the age of 8, he hid from his father’s fists and hateful words that he didn’t understand. Words he wouldn’t understand for years to come. Bruises and lashes were concealed behind baggy clothes. Practiced smiles and rigorous play with neighborhood kids disguising the pain of every movement. His mother, Annette, would stare at him with guilt. Guilt for not having seen the abuse for 5 years, not wanting to see what was going on when she wasn’t home. Guilt for not noticing the flinches at innocent touch. And guilt for letting it continue as she worked to pull away from the monster that held them under his thumb. She never spoke of it to Pheonyx. Simply holding him after each “punishment”, silently cleaning his wounds and wiping his tears. That silence hurt worse than the switch on his back. His eyes begged for just a word from his mother. Something to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That she was there for him or that she was going to do something to protect him. But those words never came. Annette gave birth to his brother, Shawn, when he was 6. 2 years later, they finally escape Pheonyx’s hell. The scars littering his body and the night terrors were always a reminder that he never fully escaped, though. 

At 8, Pheonyx no longer had to hide from his father, but he had to hide from other things. Schoolyard bullies tormented him. They asked him why he only wore jeans and long sleeves? Why did he play with boys instead of the “other girls”? Why did he cut his hair short using the scissors in art class? Why did he roll around in the mud while the girls were playing House on the other side of the playground? They would pull his pants down in the cafeteria, laughing about checking to see if he was a boy or a girl. It confused him. Why did it matter? Couldn’t he just be himself? But apparently it did matter. He would spend his entire schooling years, hiding from those bullies. 

     At 9, his mother married his stepfather, Hershel. He was a nice man. Much older than his mom, but he accepted and adopted, both Pheonyx and Shawn. He had a daughter, only a year younger than Shawn who had just turned three, named Maggie. Her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. While devastated about the death of his late wife, Hershel was strong and took on the role of a single father. He and Annette met at the local grocery store. A wailing Maggie in his arms, Hershel was trying to find the right formula product for his growing daughter. Annette was a godsend, taking Maggie and calming her before helping the man find the correct food for his daughter. They exchanged numbers and were married not many months later. The way Pheonyx’s stepfather tells the story, the older man fell for Annette the second she held Maggie in her arms.  

    Hershel was a good father to both Maggie and his stepsons. But Pheonyx was weary of the man at first. His only father figure was a devil of a man and the young boy waited for months for the other shoe to drop. It never did though. He would purposely break dishes or get bad grades at school, just trying to see what would be the final straw before his step father finally punished him. But aside from a small scolding and increased chores for his bad grades, Pheonyx was left unharmed. Hershel was kind and he treated his step children as if they were his own. He would often take the boys on house calls with him, whether it be helping birth a newborn calf or checking a swollen ankle on a neighbor’s gelding. Pheonyx loved the animals and looked forward to any time he could spend helping Hershel with his duties as a veterinarian.  The only thing Pheonyx hated about the man was how devout Hershel was. Pheonyx went from never going to church, to going every Sunday and Wednesday. Plus attending all holiday functions, youth group trips, and bible camps. He had lived in true hell for 8 years. The Christian version seemed like child's play compared to his father’s belt. It was at the church he also had to hide. Hide from the side eyed glances of older neighbors. Hide from the whispers wondering why he refused to wear a dress or why he didn’t act like a “proper young lady”. He had to lie when his mother asked why he didn’t want to attend Sunday School with Shawn and Maggie. He couldn’t explain that the teacher looked at him with evil eyes. That the man’s hands were cold as he slipped them under Pheonyx’s button up blouse. That the touches made him feel worse than when his father would make him kneel and count the lashes. 

When Pheonyx hit puberty, around the time his half sister(Beth) was born, he began to hide within himself. How did he explain to his mother and stepfather that the sight of his budding breasts made him want to claw his own skin off? How did he explain that when he got his first period, he contemplated taking all of his mother’s antidepressants and putting an end to the feeling of wrongness in his body?  How did he explain that everytime someone called him “miss”, “sweetheart”, or “girl”, he felt physically sick? What would he say when his mom knew that he kissed Caroline Allen under the maple tree at school? That same week he also kissed Jeremy Mason by the soccer field. Both of those kisses made his stomach flutter in ways it only should with a boy.  The preacher that previous Sunday had told them that any desire for people of the same sex was the ultimate sin. How did he explain to his mother and stepfather that, in their beliefs, he was destined to go to hell? He couldn’t. So he hid everything. The depression from not feeling at home in his body and from not being able to be himself at home. The anxiety of not fitting in with southern conservative values. The disgust with his own appearance as he let his hair grow and wore dresses to get his mom to smile. The weight of it all became too much. 

Maggie found him one day, crying in the barn, a razor held to his wrist. The 20 yr old thought Maggie would be mad, but she wasn’t. At just 13, the girl was wiser than most adults. She had seen her sibling struggling. She didn’t understand it, but she listened as Pheonyx explained what was wrong. Maggie held him as he cried and led him to the house. There, she helped Pheonyx cut his hair. The cut was jagged and patchy, as all they had were some dull kitchen scissors, but he loved it. She called him her brother and it felt like the cloud of depression and anxiety disappeared for a short amount of time. It was the first time Pheonyx felt truly accepted. That night, Maggie held Pheonyx’s hand as he told their parents and siblings everything. Beth was mostly too young to understand and Shawn was just confused. As were Annette and Hershel. They tried to tell him it was just a phase and that it was normal to be confused at such a young age. They refused to even consider the possibility of him being a boy. Of God having made a mistake when he was forming the child’s body. Despite their non acceptance, Pheonyx felt freer than he ever had. He had been working for 5 years at local horse stables and also as an assistant for Hershel at his clinic, so he used his savings to buy more masculine clothing. Maggie was the one who suggested the name “Pheonyx”. The meaning behind it felt right to him. From that day forward, he went by Pheonyx Archer Greene. 

The years following were rough. Maggie accepted him, never once misgendering or dead-naming him. But the rest of his family continued to have issues with it. Shawn and Beth picked it up faster than his parents. It took 3 years before the older couple even began to come around to the idea of Pheonyx being trans. They consistently pushed him to go to Church, to repent, or to go to “counseling” with the local preacher. This created a divide between the family and Pheonyx, one that still existed even after his parents began gendering and naming him correctly 75% of the time. 

He lost his innocence the day he turned 22. His body, that he had finally begun to love, became a broken shell. A layer of grime covering his already marred skin. No matter how hard he cleaned or tore at his skin, the filth never disappeared. The state of Georgia was suddenly a prison. The rolling pastures and never-ending forests that were once home suddenly held memories he needed to escape.

Once his physical body healed, Pheonyx took the first flight out of the Bible Belt and landed in Michigan. He took shitty jobs just to get by at first. Long hours with little sleep just to avoid the memories that haunted him at night. Solace came in the form of a friend, another trans guy that frequented the diner Pheonyx bused tables for. Small talk became long conversations over burnt coffee. The other man offered him a job at his tattoo shop, Zombie Ink, as a receptionist/custodian.  From there, he healed. Slowly. He had more nightmares and more scars than before but his skin finally felt clean.

He kept in touch with his family, but he avoided visiting. The memories were still painful. It took 6 years for the man to finally gain the courage to go back to his home state. His impending top surgery being the motivation to finally put his demons to rest. He would need some help after his surgery, and truth be told, he missed his siblings. Even his parents. So, he opted for a surgeon closer to his hometown. Afterwards, he would spend the next month healing on the family farm. Pheonyx didn’t realize that by making the decision to put his nightmares to bed, he was changing the whole course of his life. 

Maybe it was fate that brought him back home just shortly before the world collapsed. Or maybe it was just shitty luck. Pheonyx wasn’t sure. All he knew was that everything changed. 

Next Chapter

[sunghoroyal]

hello!

just a little post to introduce my boi sungho 

basic info

full name — sungho meski

age —  30 years young

kingdom — eddis

gender — male

religion — prays to all gods for something

occupation — noble man

living arrangements — his own home but often visits his family at the palace

physical info

face claim — lee ho-seok / wonho

clothing style — overall, loose, baggy clothing. unless it’s a formal moment, then more a fitted fit but still loose. also, he likes to garden so anything he doesn’t mind getting dirty.

sexual preference — bottom. sometimes a pillow princess but get a few drinks and in him and dirty slut. he’ll top if there are enough drinks but he also doesn’t mind someone topping from the bottom, he leans into the submissive side more.

personality & personal life

label —

positive traits — kind & studious

negative traits — messy & naïve

family  — Queen Ayaan Meksi (sister-in-law),  Jianqiang Meksi (newphew), Matai Meksi(nephew), Kyu Meksi (nephew), Niran Meksi (nephew)

extra  — always loved books, the dirt and working out. outside of his family, people are shocked by how buff he is under his robes. while allowed into his personal home, no one can go into his private chambers (family aside) bc MESS. he is a messy boy, clothes, books, paintings, flower pots all around. don’t judge. has had his heart broken many of times. too trusting. an oopsy baby. quiet by nature but can be naughty easily and loves a good joke. pretends be a blushing virgin but loves a good time in bed. tends to his own garden, picks his own veggies when alone, slaughters his cow.

[oliviachows]

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[mellowsadistic]

“Princess, it’s time to go to shopping,” I called across the room to where my girlfriend was sitting on the sofa. “Put some trousers on and then we can leave, okay little one?”

At home, Freya was never allowed to wear anything to cover her nappies. I always enjoyed seeing her cringe with shame whenever she saw herself in a mirror, the puffy padding around her waist acting as a humiliating reminder that she was nothing but an overgrown baby in our relationship. With its noticeable bulk and noisy crinkling, it was impossible for Freya to forget what she was wearing, even when she hadn’t wet or dirtied herself.

“Um… Daddy?” she asked, blushing as she got to her feet.

“What’s the matter, little angel?” I cooed patronisingly, pretending not to notice the yellow discolouration of her nappy or the way it sagged between her legs.

“My… Um… My nappy needs changing.”

“Someone has a soggy bum-bum, does she?” I asked, and before she could protest I’d walked over and shoved my hand down the front of her nappy, making her squeak with indignation at the sudden invasion of her privacy.

“That’s quite a lot of wee-wees,” I said, enjoying the way her face flushed with humiliation as I probed the soaked padding inside her pants. “But I don’t think you’re going to leak any time soon, sweetheart. Daddy will change you when we get back.”

“When we get back?!” Freya squealed, looking horrified. “Daddy, no! It’s all yucky and wet!”

“I’m sorry sweetie,” I crooned in a falsely sympathetic voice. “But you’re just a baby now, and babies don’t always get their nappies changed straight away. I know it feels yucky, but pretty soon you’ll be spending more time in wet and dirty nappies than out, so you’d better get used to it.”

Freya whimpered, but meekly started pulling on a pair of tight trousers (I’d made sure to throw all of her baggy ones out when her nappy training started).

“Need some help, baby girl?”

Freya shook her head, but I was already brushing her hands aside and pulling her trousers up her legs for her.

“Such a silly little girl… I bet you can’t even get dressed without Daddy’s help, can you?” I teased, and Freya covered her face in embarrassment.

I finished tugging her trousers over her nappy, and grinned when I saw how little they did to hide her heavily padded bottom. Her nappy bulged out in the back and front, making its outline clearly visible, and her shirt was far too short to conceal the plastic waistband peeking out the top. It would be immediately obvious to anyone who looked at Freya that she was wearing an enormous disposable nappy under her clothes.

“There we go!” I said, and Freya moved her hands from her face to stare down at her waist in horror and disbelief.

“Oh my God…” she whispered. “Daddy, please don’t make me go out like this! Everyone will see!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, baby. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other girls wearing nappies in town today. I won’t be the only man who think his girlfriend is too immature for toilets. Now come along, and stop fussing unless you want to do your shopping with a red bottom.”

I took Freya’s hand and led her to the front door, fighting not to laugh when I saw how the bulk between her legs made her walk with the waddling, unsteady gait of a toddler. This was going to be a very embarrassing, very memorable shopping trip for my little girl.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Another thought- cause I just can’t get Ransom and kitten off the brain (feel free to ignore 🤫)

I’m in my hurt-comfort feels, so I’ve been thinking of kitten getting her feelings a little hurt when she hears Ransom dumb friends or someone talking about another woman hanging all over Ransom or someone that Ransom slept with when kitten wasn’t in town. She tries to rationalize with herself- knowing they aren’t exclusive (duh- stupid Neil) but she’s being irrational and it hurts. How would Ransom react?

I see you are feeling those hurt comfort feels today babes! But these two are such a mess that I was excited to tackle this moment for them. Do you think Ransom be hooking up with other girls while Kitten is home in Connecticut with Neil?

What Has You Hissing, Kitten?

Warnings- 18+ Only Blog. Some mean Ransom and mad Kitten hiding their feelings with some angry fucking. Mentions of purchasing drugs. This is a cheater series!

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You were at the bar seething right now. Enough so your expensive drink that Ransom insisted on purchasing for you was shot like it was a dollar jello shot instead of the top-shelf premium liquor meant to be appreciated.

It wasn't often you were in the city, but Ransom had promised to be quick, one of his "acquaintances" sending him a text promising to sell him the current illegal substance of choice. He had promised that it would be a good time for both of you and you didn't mind indulging once in a while.

But that was almost two hours ago and the small group of people, all reeking of too much money and time were just starting to wrap it up finally. The one delivering held up the little baggie of pills, smirking. "Better than the last batch I promise. I know you said last time you got this that girl Stacey was feeling so good she went down faster than that pool girl did for more of it."

That was enough to make you slam your glass down and grab your purse from the counter. You were done with this, it wasn't rational to be upset with Ransom sleeping with other women, it wasn't like you exactly stopped dating Neil. But it did, it made your eyes sting with tears and your throat choke at the idea of it.

Visions of Ransom tangling with ridiculously attractive women, getting some kind of pleasure from them made you unimportant in that moment and it hurt to even picture. You were about to push out the door when you were spun around, pinned back against the wall near the club's entrance.

"Where you running off to Kitten?" Ransom's tone taunted you as he loomed in your space, blocking out anything but his expression daring you to say anything to him about what was said. Smug blue eyes stared you down and you felt that hurt and guilt turn hot in your heart, anger sparking your tongue.

"Why should I hang around if you got all these women ready to fuck you so good Ransom? Go to one of them to get your dick sucked." You moved as if you were about to leave, but he is much larger, stronger.

You didn't stand a chance in leaving unless he was ready to let you go. Ransom shoved you into the clubs' bathroom, making you stumble over your heels but he had you secure enough to shove the two of you into a stall. "Aww Kitten, you fucking jealous? Cute when you get all fired up for no reason." He had your skirt already bunched around your hips and heavy hands grasping the back of your thighs to have you lifted.

"Fuck you Ransom." You spat out before grabbing that stupid smug beautiful face of his and kissing him sharply, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in retaliation for his taunting and his hand was harsh as it slapped at the bottom of your ass.

"Seems like you are already doing a good enough job of that yourself." He snapped back at you between kisses, shoving your panties aside to slap at your pussy to make you yelp, the pain causing pleasure to weep from you. "When I get you off, what are you gonna say Kitten?"

"Tell you you're an asshole Ransom, a trust fund prick. Those other girls say that to you?" Your tongue ran up his neck, biting the tendon while yanking his hair. But that didn't deter his mouth sucking hickeys on your neck, another slap to your ass making it burn.

"Other girls had their mouths stuffed full of dick, maybe I should be doing that to you more often?" You felt his now free cock pressing against you, harshly fucking into you till you flung your head back against the stall door, jarring it while hissing at the sudden good feeling being split open felt. "Nothing? No more spats and hisses from you Kitten?"

"Fuck, just fuck me, Ransom." You tried to take some control, wrapping your legs around him while he thrust into you, bouncing you on his cock in a way that made him seem like he was trying to get you off harshly. Ransom always seemed to know how to angle, where to hit the big fat head of his cock against you till you were going stupid for him.

His large hand went around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you tilt your head where he wanted you, your lips parted in a pant, your moans unhinged and not even trying to hide just how fucked you were because of him. "Is this the only dick in this pussy? I can gaurantee its the better dick fucking you." It was too much, the words, his actions, the venom in his tone as he taunted you.

It made you break, your pussy fluttering around him and your hands grabbing at him to hold on while he continued bouncing you on him. "Just like that, creaming all for me Kitten." His pelvic ground into you, rubbing at your clit that made you sob out in pleasure as he built you to the brink all over again.

"Ransom I can't-"

"Hush Kitten, I know you can, I've seen you cum just from my words alone." He kissed your mouth, lapping into your mouth to twist your tongue, make you whine and moan into him till his fingers rubbed at your clit, using a mix of your arousal and his pre cum to slip and slide against the little swollen nerve till it had you jerking in his hold, his other hand still tight on your neck, squeezing enough to leave prints of his fingers dancing against the column.

You came again, sparks dancing the bathroom lights till they blurred and you heard Ransom's vehement swears cursing you as if you brought him to his ruin, as if he didn't just bring you to yours and you sagged into him, the wall no longer strong enough for you, you needed his broad chest and arms circling you to hold you close, the mutters of your name pressed into your temple.

Both of you were breathing harshly, there was no escaping one another in the cramped bathroom stall, and put up that shield of anger that hid what you wanted but couldn't say. You could deflect though, pretend that none of this made you want more with him.

You couldn't want more, this was just a friend with benefits situation, and how could you be mad at Ransom for doing what you had to do while you stayed with Neil.

"Kitten, listen to me. You are the only one I have been with for months. That price was talking about shit that happened before I ran into you again."

You put on a smug smirk. "You can do what you want Ransom, I was just getting you worked up." Game back on, this was the safest way for you.

Ransom gave you a knowing look but smirked back, willing for now to continue playing along. "Sure Kitten, whatever you say."

[gigglymarvel]

From Strangers to Sisters

Chapter Eight - The Beach (Part 1)

The four women go to the beach, Yelena pushes Kate a little too far when she’s in a bad mood and quickly makes it up to her. (Word count: 2975)

Previous chapter

The group had yet to truly enjoy a day at the beach, but after Tony working out the security kinks, he finally arranged for them to have a truly private beach.

“Ah, finally, a day when we get to go out without a load of idiots ruining it.” Wanda sighed as she walked out wearing a pair of shorts and a baggy top over her bikini.

Kate nodded, brushing her hair in the mirror as she just wore her bikini for now. “Right? They were a joke.”

Yelena snuck up behind Kate, spidering up and down her sides, "Yes Katelyn, I am glad we will get to have sun with fun," she grinned as she teased the archer, wearing just a baggy top and a vest over her two piece.

Kate flinched and gasped, jumping forward. “It’s called fuhuhun in the suhuhun!” She protested between giggles.

The blonde grinned, "Ah, whatever, same difference." She smiled and then hugged her. Kate smirked and shook her head. “Nope, you’re completely wrong.” She smirked cheekily.

"I will get you Kate Bishop!" She grinned and wiggled her fingers at the black haired archer, chasing her.

Kate grinned and ran, holding Natasha and shoving her in front of her to protect herself. “Here’s a sacrifice!”

Natasha chuckled at the other three, stepping aside to let Yelena continue chasing Kate and then smiling at Wanda as she put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You pack the sunscreen? Sunburn should be our only worry today."

Meanwhile Yelena ran and scooped Kate up to tickle her sides.

Wanda nodded. “A-are you sure we’ll be safe?” She asked, suddenly a little nervous.

Nat nodded and hugged her close, "Of course you will, I'll make sure of it."

Wanda nodded, biting her lip. “A-and I can’t swim.” She told her fearfully.

"Awww, we'll help you! Right guys?" Natasha called out, but was only met by Kate squealing as she kept trying to use the Black Widow to protect herself from Yelena.

Natasha chuckled and scribbled into Yelena's ribs, "Absolutely not, I will get all of you for your shenanigans," she said as she slipped up her sister's top.

“Hehehehey I was getting Bihihihishop!” Yelena whined as she cackled and slammed her arms down.

"And you're my baby sister so you get tickles just because," she chuckled and pulled her closer. Yelena just rolled her eyes. “You’re an absolute Butthead.” She told her with a pout.

Nat pulled Wanda into a group hug and then motioned for Kate to join, "Picture and then let's get on this fancy ride Tony got us!"

Kate rolled her eyes and immediately covered her face with a peace sign after putting her top and bottoms on over her bikini as Wanda just pouted and folded her arms stubbornly.

Nat rolled her eyes and exchanged a look with Yelena, where the blonde gently skittered into Wanda's sides while Nat tickled Kate before taking another picture.

“Nonono-“ Kate jumped away and shoved at Natasha gently as Wanda whined and brushed Yelena’s hands away from her sides. “Noho fair!”

The redhead chuckled and pulled the archer back to her, squeezing up and down her sides. The blonde Widow grinned as she gently attacked the witch's lower ribs, "Ticktickticktickle! Smile for the camera!"

Kate giggled hysterically and pulled at Natasha’s hands, shaking her head as Wanda scrunched her face up and squealed with high pitched giggles.

Yelena grinned and snapped a ton of pictures, "Awww cute!" The pair glared at Yelena as Kate rolled her eyes. “Disgusting. Anyway, let’s go!”

Nat chuckled and started grabbing beach bags and towels, "Let's ride!" She smiled as Wanda took a load of bags off her and went out towards the elevator.

"Wands! C'mon! I was helping!" She chuckled and grabbed the umbrellas.

Yelena scooped up Kate and carried her to the elevator.

“Too late!” Wanda called out as the doors closed and they were on their way down. Kate raised her eyebrows at the blonde. “I can walk, ya know.”

Nat chuckled and linked arms with her.

"I've seen you walk. It is better I carry you," the blonde smirked and held onto her.

They soon got into the vehicle, which was basically the RV which was turned into a smaller car with more than enough room for everyone.

Once everyone got in, JARVIS started the journey, which was going smoothly until Wanda noticed paparazzi banging on the window. Thankfully, JARVIS was quick to black out the windows and drive away from them, but Wanda was already shaking a little.

Yelena came over and protectively wrapped an arm around Wanda, "No booger men are going to get you or your picture today, sparkle hands,"

Natasha let out a single chuckle at Yelena's messed up euphemisms, reaching behind her and squeezing Wanda's hand.

“You got my picture though.” Wanda replied, tensing up as Kate cackled at Wanda’s comeback.

Yelena's mouth dropped open, "Are you calling me a booger man??" She playfully taunted as she then scribbled into Wanda's sides. Nat smiled and reached back to grab one of Wanda's feet and skitter in.

Wanda smiled a little before gasping and flinching away. “Hey Nononono-“ she squealed, pulling at her leg and covering her sides.

Yelena threw a pillow at Kate so she could get better access to Wanda's lower ribs, "Awwww is the Scarlet Witch ticklish?" The blonde Widow cooed as Nat chuckled, "I know her feet are!" She added as she tickled her toes.

Kate glared at Yelena. “What the hell? I didn’t do anything!” She said in a slightly angry tone as Wanda shook her head helplessly and cackled.

“I’m nOHOHOHOT!” She squealed out.

"You laughed at my expense Kate Bishop. If you're mad, come and put pants on about it," she grinned and kept tickling Wanda.

Nat smirked and let her foot go, pulled Kate into a hug as she poked her tummy, "Feeling left out, baby hawk?"

Kate went quiet, shaking her head as she shuffled away from Nat and just stared out the window, she was secretly in a bit of a bad mood which Yelena just made worse. Meanwhile, Wanda kept cackling and fell into Yelena’s arms.

The blonde hugged Wanda gently, "Aww there's that upside-down frown." The witch rolled her eyes. “Thanks, you butthead.”

"You're welcome," Yelena grinned, but then tilted her head, "Why is baby Hawkeye frowning?" Wanda looked over at Kate, talking to Yelena in her head.

“From what I can figure out, she’s having a bad brain day, she didn’t appreciate you smacking her randomly with the pillow.” Wanda told Yelena mentally.

The blonde Widow nodded, thinking back, "Oh, I guess that makes sense. I want to help, can I?" She asked.

Nat noticed immediately, "Kate? Hey, we're here for you too, you know that right?" She said as she rubbed the archer's back. Kate just shrugged, folding her arms and watching the world go by.

The redhead frowned and hugged her close, kissing her head. Kate let her, but remained still and silent.

Wanda watched Kate closely, before continuing her silent conversation with Yelena. “I don’t know, maybe just be playful around her and I think she’ll open up again.”

The blonde hugged Wanda in gratitude, kissing her head.

Nat gently scratched the back of Kate's neck. The young archer leaned into her, sighing as she just wanted to get to the beach.

The Black Widow smiled as the windows drew open, showing the beautifully perfect beach. Kate was the first one out the car, she grabbed everything she could and ran down to find the perfect spot.

Yelena frowned and bit her lip, grabbing the umbrellas and following Kate down, hugging Wanda once more.

Nat offered her arm to Wanda, "You ready, beautiful?" She asked a clearly nervous witch, who looked around to make sure it was all clear before stepping out.

The redhead smiled and linked her arm with Wanda's as she gently walked down the beach, "We're safe sweet girl." She reassured before looking over to her sister and Kate, hoping the two would make up. But for now, she’s happy to spend some quality time with Wanda.

~~~

Kate found a spot and set everything up, she got stripped down to two piece and lay on her belly on the towel.

Yelena came up next to her and set up an umbrella, "Hello Kate Bishop," she said, "So are we going to have sun in the fun?"

“Fun in the sun.” Kate murmured out simply, bringing her arms up to rest her head on them as she let out a sigh.

Yelena asked, "Would you like me to put anti burn lotion on you?" She offered, but Kate just shook her head, grabbing the other bottle and sitting up to apply it to herself.

Yelena tried again, "Well uh, you missed a spot on your back," she said awkwardly and rubbed it in as her fingers pressed into Kate's side.

“I got it.” Kate murmured, rubbing it in herself before returning to her laying down position on the towel.

Yelena frowned, wanting to be close to her again, "I am sorry I threw the pillow," she tried, the archer simply rolled her eyes in response.

“Whatever.” She murmured. Just then, Wanda returned to Yelena’s mind. “Playfulness, remember?”

"So Kate, what do you call a fish who works on pianos?" She tried a joke. The young archer rolled her eyes simply.

“A tuna fish.” She replied with a simply shrug, closing her eyes as she relaxed into the feeling of the sun beating down on her skin.

She grinned and decided to gently tickled Kate's sides, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo, let's turn that frown upside-down!"

“Yelena…” Kate murmured and slammed her arms down against her sides, trying hard not to react as she let out a groan.

"C'mon, Kate Bishop, we are at the beach, having…funny in the sun!" She grinned and shook into her ribs, making her sigh and push Yelena’s hands away.

“Congrats, you got it.” She said sarcastically.

Yelena frowned, but then saw Kate's feet, "Okay Kate, you win," she said, pretending to give up before standing up, only to sit on her ankles and tickle her feet gently.

Kate groaned and kicked out, stubbornly holding back giggles as she tried to throw Yelena off her ankles. “Get off…”

"Nope," Yelena grinned, "This Little Piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home!" The toe torture just made Kate roll her eyes, managing too stay still as she took her mind to another place.

The blonde then pulled out a feather and ran it between Kate's toes, "Hmmm here?"

“Hey look, your sister is getting wrecked.” Kate told her, managing to throw Yelena off her ankles gently before she turned to lay on her back.

Yelena did turn her attention up for a moment, watching Nat who squealed and batted at Wanda's hands lighty, "I'll GEHEHET YOUHHU FOR THIHIHIS!" The redhead squealed out as she laughed.

The blonde then turned to Kate and asked her, "Have you ever built a sand castle before?" She asked the archer, who simply shook her head in response.

“Can I try?" She asked with a gentle smile and soft eyes.

“I’m pretty sure there’s everything you need in there so sure.” Kate told her with a casual shrug. Yelena beamed and grabbed all the sandcastle supplies, beginning to cover Kate's legs with sand and making a castle out of her.

Kate rolled her eyes when she saw what Yelena was doing, and just let her do it to keep her quiet. She lay back and folded her arms behind her head to fully relax. Yelena smirked and kept covering her legs until Kate closed her eyes. When she closed her eyes, she reached up gently and spidered into her armpits.

Kate yelped and slammed her arms down. “Hey, what the?!”

Yelena beamed, but pretended to go back to making sandcastles. Kate just glared at her before hesitantly closing her eyes once again. The blonde smiled and covered Kate in sandcastles, burying her shins/calves, her chest and her forearms as she lay back.

Wanda looked over Kate. “This is not going to end well.” She told Natasha as Kate looked up at Yelena, pulling at her arms. “Uhhh, Yelena…?” Nat chuckled, “We’ll see,”

Yelena grinned, “There! You are a masterpiece!” Yelena grinned and rubbed her tummy playfully, making Kate flinch and keep pulling at her arms, escaping a little more difficult than she expected.

The blonde widow grinned, “Oh no, it appears you are stuck, let me help,” she said as she pretended to dig but in fact just brushed her fingers all over Kate’s tummy, “Oh no I got sand on your belly!”

“No shit, we’re on a beach with sand on it!” Kate replied in a slightly snappy tone, sucking her belly in as she tried hard not to crack.

Yelena grinned and immediately raspberried her belly, “Aww I’ll blow it off!” she said before rapidly blowing all over her tummy.

Kate shrieked and thrashed around, shaking her head as she kept pulling at her arms. “L-lemme go!”

“I am helping you!” The older woman feigned innocence as she then lightly tickled and brushed all over Kate’s tummy and ribs, blowing a raspberry right into her belly button.

“No you’re not you aH!” Kate squealed and sucked her belly in. “You asshole!”

“Oh well that is not nice Katelyn!” She teased and spidered into her exposed armpits since her arms were held by the sand to her sides.

“NUH-“ Kate gasped out, trying everything she could to get away. “This is so mean!”

“Is it?” She grinned and then moved to sit on Kate’s ankles, spidering into her soles and arches, making Kate squeal and scrunch her toes up. “YES-“

“Oh dear,” Yelena smirked and then turned to tickle her thighs, squeezing up and down till she reached her hips, causing Kate to whine and continue to bite back her laughter.

“Awww c’mon Katelyn! Coochiecoochiecoochie coo!” she said as she then shook into Kate’s belly.

“Give it up!” Kate whined, not wanting to crack since she was still feeling grumpy. “Not sensitive!”

“Tickletickletickletickle!” Yelena tried again and raspberried her belly and shook her ribs. Finally, Kate yelped and scrunched her face up, bursting into loud giggles. “There we goooo! Coochiecoochiecoochie coo!!” She grinned and squeezed in rapidly, causing Kate to laugh and squeal, helplessly thrashing around.

“Nohohoho fahahahair!”

The blonde widow grinned and shook into her armpits, kneading into her ribs as she added a few nibbles, “I missed your smile!”

Kate shrieked at the feeling of Yelena’s awful nibbles. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!”

“Ohhh nibbles?? Hmmm??” She grinned and nommed and nibbled all over Kate’s ribs and m tummy.

“FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHU!” Kate screeched out, sucking her belly in as she kept squirming from side to side.

"Awww but you're so cute!" Yelena cooed and nibbled and shook into her tummy. The archer just kept squealing with laughter, shaking her head in response.

Yelena finally gave Kate a break, "Would you like out?" She chuckled and rubbed her tummy playfully as Kate shook her head, not quite hearing what Yelena was asking as she took in deep breaths.

The blonde leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "Do you want me to dig you out of the sandcastle?" She laughed fondly.

“Maybe I’m comfy here.” Kate replied casually, still feeling a little vulnerable but her words did have some truth behind it.

Yelena cuddled next to her comfortably in the sand, "Does someone want more tickles?"

Kate blushed a little, trying to play it cool. “Nah, still mad at you.” She said with a casual shrug.

"Awww c'mon! I made you a masterpiece and then made you laugh!" She pouted and then lay her head on Kate's stomach with mischief in her eyes.

“Oh nonono, one, I will never be a masterpiece and two, don’t you dare!” She gasped out, wiggling around as she bit back a smile.

Of course, the older woman couldn't resist and gave the archer another round of raspberries, "You are my ticklish masterpiece Katelyn!"

“AHAHAHA YEHEHEHELEHEHENA I AHAHAM NOHOHOHOT!” Kate screeched out, shaking her head as she broke into giggly laughter.

"Then what's so *pfft* funny *pfft* *pfft* *pfft* Kate?" She teased as she blew raspberries. The archer laughed helplessly as she thrashed and squealed.

“YOUOHOUR FAHAHAHACE!” She sassed.

"Uh oh, that wasn't nice!" Yelena smirked and nommed all over her tummy gently, "Guess I'll just have to…EAT YOU!" She growled.

“NOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHIHING BUT THAHAHAHAT!” Kate screamed out, thankful this was a private beach as she laughed helplessly to the point of her laughter going silent.

Immediately the blonde Widow let up and grabbed a water bottle from the cooler back, she let Kate catch her breath before offering her a drink.

Kate leaned forward and took a few big sips, letting out a few stray giggles in between. “So… mean…”

Yelena helped dig her out of the sandcastle, pulling her into a supportive hug. The young archer rolled her eyes, pouting childishly. “I hate you.” She told her. The blonde frowned and massaged Kate's back, "Not forever I hope,"

Kate rolled her eyes. “I was joking, dork.” Yelena grinned, "So you do not hate me??"

Kate smiled a little, feeling playful enough to be sassy. “Only a little tiny bit.” She teased.

"Oh that's it!" Yelena grinned and pulled her into a tickle hug, making Kate cackle and thrash around. “Neheheheahahahah!” The blonde smiled fondly and then hugged her super tightly.

Kate smiled a little and hugged her back. “Ok, let’s go and join the others, I could do with a swim.” She told Yelena before using all her strength to release herself from the sand, dashing into the water to join Nat and Wanda.

Part 2

[mywritingonlyfans]

Love is in the small things. / Sam Fender x Reader! x3

prompt: waking up in sam's flat. it's smut, not hardcore smut but fluff smut.

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You opened your eyes, itching them in irritation.

The sun shining through the window seemed to torture you and when looking at your side, not finding Sam next to you, you felt as if the universe agreed with such a thing.

You stood up, putting your toes on the icy floor. The cold of the morning making you cringe as you hugged his baggy button shirt to yourself. An act that automatically made you feel better, even though it was difficult to say if it was because of his smell invading your nostrils or the fact that you knew that by sleeping in his flat meant that you’d be able to see his rosy and puffy cheeks full of sleep early in the day.

“Good mornin’ pet,” he hummed from the balcony, putting the ciggie aside and opening a whole teeth smile for you.

He made his hands grabbed the air like a real baby reaching for something in order to call you to himself.

His radiant face at the sight of you along with the sun kissing his frame, lighting him up in the morning was able to make you believe that you were living in a cliché romance of a period.

You sat on his lap, placing several kisses on his face, feeling his beard tickle you. “Mornin', gorgeous!”

He straightened in the seat, making himself comfortable for you to make room. You hooked your legs around him, allowing him to squeeze your bare thighs before pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“How was your night? did ya sleep well?” He asked, laughing at your disapproving moan as he parted from your lips.

A kiss was more than enough for him to send electrical current throughout all your body.

Sighing, you opened your eyes, watching him biting his lips at you. He was already taking your breath away and it wasn’t quite 12 am yet. “It was good, I slept like an angel.” You smiled, holding on to his broad shoulders.

His cheeks were plump as you had imagined they would be, his nose was reddened due to the little sun he was being exposed to. You stroked her arms slightly, feeling his soft skin against your fingertips. You thought about leaning over and replacing the touch of your hands with kisses, but you were too distracted looking at him to do so. Your fingers intertwined in the strap of his white tank top, making you want to remove the piece of cloth from his body. Trying to shake off the thought, you shook your head a bit, directing your attention to his face; just to see that his mouth was moving while your mind was miles away.

“Are you with me, lil’ pet?” He licked his bottom lip in a melodic tone, holding a smile between his lines. It wasn’t the first time he was asking you that.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered almost inaudibly, breathless to be honest. He was unbuttoning a single button on your shirt while your body tensed on top of him. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You added, as if he didn’t know that.

Letting the arouse take over your brain, you squeezed yourself against the material of his denim shorts, hugging him with your thighs. He was already on the button that was at the level of your navel, which indicated that while your mind was lost on him, he had unbuttoned enough to have a good view of your cleavage. At the thought, you bit your lip.

“Ease down, pet. I’ll be having a taste of you for breakfast.” He joked, pulling the collar of your shirt away so he could touch his lips on the skin between your breasts.

“Babe, we’re not in public but, huh, I bet people can see us,” you mumbled, scanning the windows of the buildings around you to see if anyone was watching you. No one was looking, and when you feel his cold hands under your boobs as he let the shirt run down your arms, you couldn’t care any less. “Sammy?”

“Huh? you want me to stop, pet?” He looked at you, not going any further.

“No, I just need--” You murmured, arching your back to give him better access to your skin. “I just want to feel your mouth, babe.” He laughed at the sudden change of heart. He never would have started knowing you wouldn't like it.

“Wasn’t you worried about the people?”

His lack of concern towards your needs was making you eager. You gathered the hair on the back of his neck, pulling his lips gently to your flesh. “Just go, Sam, please.” You begged.

Your voice came out in a sigh and soon turned into a meow after he took your sensitive in his warm tongue, sending shivers through your entire body. He held your waist, gluing you to his body as one of his hands hovered over your belly, drawing circles on your stomach. His tongue outlined your nipple, biting it willingly just to be able to hear you.

“That’s my baby,” he blew the air at your bud in response to your little spasms, causing your eyes to fluttered shut. “So nice and sweet for me, puppy.” He praised, going to the other breast and taking it into his mouth. The tip of his nose brushed over your skin as he sipped on the flesh, sucking it until he released it in a wet noise that seemed to echo through the small balcony-- probably it was just your state of mind making you believe so.

He smiled amusedly, looking at your rapt face with his bright eyes as you pulled his hair back, in a need to have a better view of his fresh face. He patted your breasts, resting his back on the chair again, placing your buds between his fingers and pressing, squeezing and pulling them in a couple of movements. You sighed at his touch, your nipples hardening even more at the loss of his warm saliva as your chest rose and fell slowly due to your heavy breathing.

“Sammy, I need you,” you said breathlessly, bucking your core against him, trying to provide some sort of relief to yourself.

His hands freed your body, being placed behind his neck. You fixed yourself up on his lap, putting the traces of hair that were on your face behind your ears while his eyes dipped into you. Feeling your cheeks burn, you watched him in silence. He admired you from top to bottom, stopping at your pale pink panties that by her expression you imagined a wet spot was visible on it.

“Up!” He exclaimed, in a smile licking his lips that were now swollen and reddish from his previous actions. “Now, pet.”

He stood up next to you, indicating for you to sit down on his chair. A thing you gladly did, he lowered the backrest, making you lie down for him. The sky was a shade of clean blue, just like his eyes, as the sun was hitting your face. The place was quiet and it didn’t seem to be anyone watching you through the windows of the buildings. No need to say that you had already been forgotten that you were practically naked on the balcony of Sam’s apartment.

He laughed, drawing your attention back to him, but now, he was between your legs. “Nobody's goin’ to see us, just focus on me, right?” his fingers danced over your covered folds, making your legs tremble a little.

He was right, and even if he wasn’t, it was too late to go back. You were practically aching for him.

He pulled the small piece of cloth aside, placing a kiss on you, feeding the tingling feeling inside your stomach. You sighed loudly, biting hard on your lower lip. Looking at him, crouched in front of you with his dark blue eyes on yours, you nodded, “Indeed, whatever you want, babe.”

[cyborg-franky]

May I pls get a NSFW with Barto having sex with a Femme Straw Hat crew reader?

Sure! I hope you enjoy!

Barto x Fem Reader N/sfw Word Count: 1067

Bartolomeo had the dumbest look across his face when you sat on his lap, arms around his neck, you fluttered your lashes at him and all he could do was stumble over your name, his hands trembled, unsure what to do, this was such an honour! One of the straw hat pirates showing him this sort of attention.

You chuckled, using one of your hands to place his firmly on your ass, giving his hand a squeeze showing him he could be rough with you. “It’s okay, I don’t bite” You played with the back of his hair gently, leaning against him, pressing your breasts closer to him whispering in his ear now “But I sure hope you do”.

He was hard, you could feel his stiff erection struggling in the confines of his pants, his hands now grabbing your ass fully, feeling the soft flesh there, his face soon buried in your chest mumbling ‘s-s-sempai!’

“Want to go have a look around the ship?” You asked, winking, hoping he got your jist, he nodded his head so fast he got a headrush “Y-y-yes!” You got off his lap and grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the campfire.

You were amused if not a little annoyed he was so distracted by being on the thousand Sunny. “A-an this is where Zoro-sempai naps! And this is where Robin and Nami-sempai sunbath?” He pulled at your arm, reminding you of an exited puppy on the end of a leash.

“I’ll give you the grand tour later if you’re a good boy for me” Oh if he hadn’t been stiff moments ago he was rock hard now. You could see the tent even in his baggy pants. You licked your lips thinking of how much fun you were going to have with the green haired man.

Closing your bedroom door behind you he stumbled back, losing his balance when the back of his knees hit your bed. You wasted no time in taking off your top, bra coming off soon after. Barto stared at you as you removed the rest of your clothes, the pure worship in his gaze made you blush a little yourself. He struggled, fumbling to remove his own clothes.

“Let me” You offered, a gentle smile, helping him slip his coat off, casting it aside. Once he’d managed to get his pants off you noticed no underwear. You slipped off the bed neatly placing yourself between his thighs, hands caressing them as you did so.

“Oh, such a cute cock” You purred watching Barto’s dick twitch, a good girth with a golden ring perched on its tip, one that matched his nose. He covered his mouth, face brighter red then before as he watched you. You stuck out your tongue and licked the underside all the way up to the tip, flicking the ring as you did so.

His member twitched and he tried desperately not to moan just from that. You couldn’t help chuckle, who knew this big scary pirate captain was such a sensitive bottom? You gave his cock a few lazy strokes, feeling how hot and heavy it felt in your grasp. “Are you ready?”

“Oh fuuck yeah!” He growled, you giggled when he lifted you up from the floor, pulling you onto him. He laid on the bed and you straddled him, hands on his chest, running your fingertips over his muscles.

Apparently, the minor bit of foreplay had worked you up, you ran your wet slit over the tip of his dick before sinking down, feeling your cunt take him in inch by inch until you were fully stuffed by the pirate captains cock. “Ah..B..Barto” you purred, gently rocking your hips testing how he felt inside you.

“S-sempai you feel …ah so good!” He thrust his hips up to meet your downward motion and you both let out a sound. You started to ride him, rocking your hips and slowly dragging yourself off his member just to sink back down, feeling his dick hit against the right places. You took his hands and placed them on your tits as you started to ride him harder.

Barto swore he’d died and gone to heaven; no way was this happening. He squeezed your breasts together with the need of a horny teenager, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he watched them bounce with each thrust of his hips, keeping up with your rhyme. He pinched your nipples, rolling them around between his fingers with a cackle of his own, loving how you threw your head back and moaned.

“Ah..n..not s..so hard” You gasped, secretly loving the little addition of pain to your pleasure. He couldn’t help himself, grinding up into you, tugging them just a little, he pulled his knees up so you fell forward, he was able to suck your stiff nubs which sent you into a frenzy. You grinded down against him, getting wonderful friction on your clit, you felt so close, the best fuck you’d had in longer than you could remember.

“Ah s-sempai!” He hissed when you slammed down on him at such an angle, he could feel your pussy suck him in deeper than he thought possible. “Yeah?” You moaned into his ear, pulling off him enough to sink back down.

“I’m s..so..sorry s..sempai” He whimpered, gripping you harder, his face against your neck panting, desperately hammering up into your body before the white hot flash of his impending orgasm hit him. You felt him press up into you, thick hot cum filled you up as his member twitched inside you, he cried out, biting your neck, you felt the pin pricks of his sharp teeth and cried into the last dying thrusts as he softened inside of you.

He panted and looked at you, his hair messy and out of place, even for him, he rubbed your thighs, a gentle show he was sorry about coming to his end faster then you. You leaned forward, letting his soft member slip out “It’s okay, it felt really good, you aren’t just our biggest fan” You started, stroking his hair off his face “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had…” You winked and the look on his face, the blush and the shit eating grin. You felt his cock start to stiffen again.

“I can go again sempai”

Oh, this was going to be a fun night.

[taetaespeaches]

“Are you sure you want to take a nap right now, Dear?”

jimin x reader (oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.5K

a/n: hi lovelies!! This is a week late but I hope you all enjoy it. Jimin is just full of surprises and very much in love with Dear/reader. And the feeling is mututal. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

Arriving at your empty apartment after a long day and knowing Jimin would not be joining you later that night was, well, shitty. Everything was so quiet. Dragging your feet to your bedroom with a huff, you eyed the plush bear sitting on the bed.

Jimin had given you the stuffed animal early on in your relationship and it served as a decent cuddle buddy during your boyfriend’s long tours. But it wasn’t Jimin.

Tours were never easy, especially for you and Jimin. A history of insecurities following you both had riddled your minds with doubt in the past, even leading to a temporary separation. However, this tour, though difficult and lonely as always, you both felt more secure.

Communication was consistent between you, allowing you both to address any fears or anxieties as they happened. Though he was miles and miles away, he felt close. You could breathe this time around.

But fuck, you missed your boyfriend.

Stepping out of your work clothes, you slipped on one of Jimin’s t-shirts. It was losing his scent, but if you focused enough, you could still smell the man on the clothing. Walking to the bed, you tapped on the phone screen to check the time. 5:34 pm. Pouting, you mentally counted the hours until your scheduled facetime call with the man would commence. What were you meantd to do with the remaining three hours and twenty-sex minutes?

The group’s tour was coming to a close soon- just a couple more weeks. He was in Japan before the last week of shows started, filming a few things in the meantime. At least with him being just on the other side of the Sea of Japan you were existing under the same position of the sun. Time zones get confusing when he’s traveling nonstop.

Lying across the bed, you held your phone out in front of you as you went to shoot your boyfriend a text.

You: You better be taking care of yourself, my love. I’m gonna take a nap, I’ll text when I wake up. I love you. Can’t wait to see your face in a bit!

Locking the phone, you set it aside on the comforter, grabbing the little bear to cuddle up next to as you tried to get comfy. Definitely not Jimin, you thought. You weren’t sure if you would get any sleep, but it would pass the time. As the end of tour neared, the days became longer.

Absentmindedly, your eyes closed as you tried to lose yourself in slumber, you spun the promise ring that was situated on your finger. It was just a simple piece of jewelry, but its presence on your body served as a reminder of the promise you and Jimin made to each other.

A promise to wait for one another when he was away; a promise that feelings would never lessen through the distance; a promise to trust each other and the relationship, to communicate, to not lose a fight with personal insecurities. A promise that he would always return home. Home to you.

As you opened your eyes to look at the ring, spotting the little PJM engraved on it, a light smile graced your features. Your relationship with Jimin had always been complicated, ever since the start. The obvious attraction was pushed aside for two whole years as you tried to find yourself so you could be your best, for you and for him. But he waited. He cherished your friendship instead, giving you the best of him every single day.

It was hard not to allow the few months you had difficulties as a couple to taint the entire union. Both of you, dealing with your own insecurities, had been pulling away because you thought that was what the other person wanted, only to later find out you both wanted to be closer. Always responding to each other but never communicating. Tours were scary. It had brought out the worst in you both before, but you refused to let it happen again. As he was away, you would always be there waiting for him. Just as he had waited for you years earlier.

You found that physical distance was much easier to combat than emotional distance. You could handle the miles, because you knew he was never really very far. And he’d always return home.

Lost in memories of your relationship, appreciating every challenge as they got you to this point of security, you were suddenly ripped from your thoughts by unexpected disruptions coming from your front door. There was no knocking, but it sounded as though the barrier had been breached.

Heart racing, you sat up in the bed, listening as quiet footsteps approached the bedroom. Reaching for your phone, you prepared to dial for help when suddenly your name was called out, just before the door opened to reveal him. Stunning as ever, smiling brightly, tired eyes only adding to his cuddly presentation, slim fitting sweatpants hugging his legs as the top half was shrouded in a baggy sweatshirt.

“Jimin,” you breathed out, tears instantly filling your eyes.

“Are you sure you want to take a nap right now, Dear?” He teased, that mischievous grin greeting your orbs as a smile curved on your lips.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked him in disbelief as you leaped off the bed, Jimin rushing to you with open arms, both of your smiles bright, expressing nothing but pure love and joy. Your bodies crashed into each other less than gracefully, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as his own secured around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him.

The first thing to hit your senses was the feel of him. The man buried his face in your hair as you nuzzled yours against his neck, the warmth of him filling you with comfort. You could feel his heart beating through his chest, melting into the pulses of your own. It was amazing how much a person could feel like home. The second was his scent. The one that was fading on the very shirt you wore. The fragrance, so distinctly Jimin, could make you cry if you focused on it for too long.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered in relief. Relief to have you back in his arms, to not be oceans or continents away. Tightening your grip around him, you didn’t respond, not trusting your voice as tears dropped onto the clothing covering his shoulder.

You didn’t know how long you stood there like that in your bedroom, holding onto each other for the first time in months, simply feeling one another’s physical existence. You missed existing with him. The weight of the ring was pale in comparison to having him in your arms, his body joined with yours.

Eventually, you pulled away just enough to be able to bring your hands to the sides of his face, holding him there so you could appreciate his features up close.

“Oh, Dear, don’t cry,” he cooed, his mouth forming into that smile you adored so much.

“But I missed you too,” you finally replied, a light breathy laugh leaving your lips at his chuckle that left his pretty lips and greeted your ears. And just like that, those pretty lips were on yours, kissing you needily, passionately, wantingly. The meeting was hot, burning almost. It was controlled but fervent in how his lips caressed your own, the man trying to express every bit of emotion he felt for you through the action.

His hands slid under the bottom of your shirt, his shirt, the man smirking against your mouth.

“Is this mine?” He teased, you smiling as you shook your head at his sudden cockiness.  

“Shut up,” you told him, reattaching your mouth to his, his tongue instantly meeting with yours. You relished in the taste of him. No promise ring or facetime call could ever fully take the place of the reality of this man. When his hands folded over the hem of the top adorning your frame, you instantly raised your arms above your head, allowing him to pull it from your body needily, his lips only leaving yours long enough to tug the clothing over your head. His hands slid up the exposed skin of your sides, reaching the curves of your breasts, the man sucking in a breath of air at their bareness.

Lightly clamping your teeth on the plumpness of his bottom lip as he pulled away, your eyes met his dark ones as his tongue ran over his lip. Breaking eye contact, he glanced down at your chest, a smirk curving on his mouth as you returned the expression with a warm smile.

“Fuck,” he breathed out in a whisper, you chuckling as you ran a hand through his soft hair at the back of his head. “Always fucking braless,” he lightheartedly complained as though your tendency to exist in a free state caused him such anguish. Giggling at him, he smiled lovingly.

Within an instant, he was pressing hot kisses to your collarbones, working his way to your chest. Arching your back, you pressed your chest toward him, the man greedily taking one of your nipples into his mouth. At the moan that left your lips, he began backing you up towards the bed, pushing you onto it as soon as your legs met the edge of the mattress.

Looking up at him, you watched as he pulled the sweatshirt from his body, fluffing his hair, making him look both adorably disheveled and sexily undone. Next came his pants, the man wasting no time in removing his clothing so he could finally be with you.

As he removed his underwear, you eyed his body appreciatively, drinking in every inch of skin upon him. Every muscle, every pore, every blemish, every bit of flesh, you craved for it. You wanted him.

Jimin quickly grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer, smiling when he saw they were exactly as he left them. It had been too long. Turning to face you, he let out a breath of disbelief as you slid your own panties down your legs. Reaching for him, your hand gripped the bare skin of his upper thigh, tugging for him to meet you on the bed. However, the man resisted, instead dropping to his knees as he began placing sweet, gentle kisses to your knees, trailing them along the insides of your thighs.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched him near your center with hooded eyes that stared your body down.

“Chim,” you breathed out as he left a chaste kiss to you.

“Shh,” he smirked. “Let me love you the way I’ve been craving.”

The words elicited a moan from you as you dropped your back to the bed, allowing him to show you just how much he missed you.

Jimin was very attentive. So in tune with your body, he read each moan and gesture from you like it was a manual, responding to each reaction perfectly as he programmed it all into his mind to bring you the utmost pleasure. With his skills, along with the fact that you hadn’t been touched by him in months, it didn’t take long for you to come crashing into your first orgasm, the man shooting you a stunning smile as he crawled up your body, an aura of pride enveloping him, making him all the more sexy.

“I would say don’t get cocky but you’ve earned it,” you joked and complimented through your breathlessness, just before Jimin’s lips greeted yours once again, the comment causing him to smile into the kiss.

“I really missed you,” he mumbled against your mouth, you pouting at the confession, your hands squeezing at his hips.

“Don’t leave again,” you teasingly begged, Jimin smiling almost bashfully while he sat up on his knees to situate the condom onto himself. Lowering his frame to yours once again, he kissed your nose sweetly, a soft smile gracing your features as you looked into his eyes.

“I love you so much,” he admitted just before pecking your lips. “So much.”

“I love you,” you told him as he guided himself into you, your arms gripping onto his back as he stilled for a moment, allowing himself to get used to the overwhelming feeling of you before moving. “So so much,” you damn near whimpered, your lips just barely brushing against his.

The man brushed the hair out of your face just before he kissed you hungrily, caging your body between his arms as he began dragging his hips, hitting deep within you and eliciting a moan into his mouth.

“Shit,” he breathed out, breaking the kiss, his exhale shaky as he brought his mouth to the side of your face, kissing your cheek as he continued his movements, allowing you to feel all of him. “I could never forget how you feel but fuck it almost feels like the first time,” he confessed in a hushed voice near your ear, a small chuckle attached to the words. Giggling in response, you dug your fingertips into the muscles on his back.

“I know,” you agreed simply, bringing your mouth to his shoulder as you bit him lightly, the man breathily laughing at the action, turning toward you to meet your gaze.

“I don’t know how you’re home right now, but I’m so glad you are,” you told him softly, the man smiling happily.

“Me too,” he responded just as you clenched around him, nearing your high. “Grip me like that again and I’m not gonna last.”

“Good,” you grinned, the man chuckling as he kissed you again. Resting his forehead against your own, he squeezed his eyes shut as he continued rolling his hips against yours, your skin becoming dewey in the heat of the moment.

Jimin reveled in the feeling of your body underneath his own, your chest rubbing against his, your hips bumping against his own as you lifted them off the mattress in an attempt to have more of him. The man moved his hand down to your hip, holding you down with a smirk on his lips as your leg wrapped around his own, digging your heel into his thigh as you desperately chased your approaching high.

“So close,” you moaned, Jimin whining near your ear, his tone breathy, a bit of strain withheld in his vocal cords as he attempted to hold off on cumming just yet.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, almost pleading for mercy, the words followed by a sexy whimper.

Pressing kisses against the side of his face in response, the man turned so his mouth fell on your own, the meeting messy, full of teeth and moans as he reached his high just before you.

It felt as though you were floating as Jimin kissed down your jaw, leaving wet marks across your neck. The man began trailing his lips across your shoulder and down your bicep just before you wrapped your arms around his head. Nuzzling his face against your chest, he closed his eyes, settling into the feeling of your frame, both of you breathless and content.

At some point, Jimin rolled off of you, both of you lying face to face on your sides. Sharing in the intimacy of being together, sweet kisses were passed back and forth, both of you relishing in the touches granted upon each other’s skin.

Few words were spoken between you, but rather you simply existed within each other’s presence. Eventually, you found yourselves cuddled up with Jimin behind you, spooning your nude body, his hand intertwined with your own in front of your chest.

His fingertips were toying with the metal band of your promise ring as your eyes locked on the identical jewelry positioned on his own finger.

This is home.

You weren’t sure when you and Jimin dozed off, nor how long it had been, but you could feel the rumbling of the man’s stomach when you awoke. He probably hadn’t eaten since very early that day. Jimin’s arm was still draped over your hip, his chest pressed snugly against your back. You were tempted to ignore the man’s hunger, as well as your own, and stay in his embrace for longer. But your desire to nurture him won out as you very carefully lifted his arm from your body, crawling away from him as quietly as you could as to not disturb his sleep.

Grabbing the sweatshirt he arrived home in, you slipped it over your head, fitting it onto your body before grabbing a pair of underwear from your dresser. Tiptoeing out of the room, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare food for the man sleeping in your bed.

You didn’t get very far into the cooking, however, before Jimin’s voice cut through the quiet of the apartment.

“You’re such a little clothing thief,” he playfully complained as he entered the kitchen where you were stood in front of the stove. Turning to face him, you were happy to find that his upper body was bare, his lower half covered with the same sweatpants as earlier, the clothing hugging his hips just right. Giggling, you open your arms for him, the man walking right into them, wrapping his own limbs around the back of your head as yours snaked around his waist.

“It smells like you,” you defended, the man smiling against your cheek just before pressing a kiss to the spot.  

“What are you making?” He asked, peering around your body to see the boiling noodles.

“Just some ramen,” you told him, placing a kiss on his neck. “Thought you might wake up a little hungry.”

“Thank you,” he grinned, turning his head back to be face to face with you. The man nudged your nose with his own causing you to scrunch yours in response. “I’m starving,” he chuckled, a smile stretching across your own face.

“Yeah I know, you woke me up,” you teased, gesturing down to his belly, the man giggling just as you kissed him softly. “Can you grab some bowls?”

The man wordlessly answered by detaching himself from you, retrieving some bowls, along with utensils. He stood close by as you transferred the noodles to the bowls, trying to get away with placing more noodles into the bowl that you handed Jimin, only to be met with a knowing scoff. You both moved to the island where you seated yourselves, facing one another, your knees brushing his own, his hand taking solace on your bare thigh.

“How was tour?” You asked him excitedly just as he scooped some of his noodles from his bowl to your own, making a point to ensure you ate just as much as him. Rolling your eyes at the action, he smiled proudly. “And how the hell are you here right now?”

“Magic,” he teased, you sighing, Jimin giggling as he dropped his head toward his chest. Looking up at you with his stunning smile and warm eyes, he bit his bottom lip just slightly. “I just wanted to surprise you,” he told you. “We still have a couple shows in Japan next week, that was true,” he interjected in a playful, unnecessary defense. “So I’ll have to leave in a few days just for a week but-”

“Wait, you don’t have to film stuff this week?” You questioned, watching as Jimin shook his head.

“No, that was all an elaborate lie to surprise you,” he grinned, almost guiltily as you gasped.

“What the fuck?” You expressed your confusion. “Is everyone in on this then because Tae even said you guys are filming this week, and all the girls-”

“I told you it was elaborate,” he interrupted you.

“You’re insane,” you told him in shock. “Amazingly, wonderfully insane.”

Bringing his face to yours, pressing a series of kisses to your cheek, you couldn’t help but smile and let out a breathy laugh. “I just love you,” he defended his actions. “I am amazingly, wonderfully, insanely in love with you.”

“I’m really happy you’re here,” you told him sincerely.  

“Me too, Dear,” he rested his forehead against yours. As a pout positioned itself on your lips, he pulled away from you to look at your expression. “What’s that face for?” He smiled affectionately.

Giggling at yourself, you shook your head. “Nothing, I just like you.”

The man’s smile widened even more as he looked to his bowl, scooping up a bunch of noodles and shoving them into his mouth. “The feeling is mutual,” he mumbled through his mouthful of food, you laughing wholeheartedly at him.

Sitting with Jimin, eating ramen, you could not be happier that he was home. He told you stories about tour that you had already heard through a screen, and you told him all about the happenings at your work that he had also already heard. And he acted as if your stories were as exciting as his own, or maybe he really found them to be as interesting.

It was easy and comfortable and you were both in bliss just simply being together. It had been months since you got to exist with him. And existing with him, well, that was your favorite thing about existing at all.

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If Found, Please Call

Coco Cruz x F!Reader

Inspired by Day Six of the July Prompts: message in a bottle

Warnings: language

Word Count: 837

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You were dragging Coco down the pier, laughing loudly as you went. Your day out together on the boardwalk had been nothing short of perfect—it was a relief to see him so relaxed. There hadn’t been a single call or text from anyone about club business. For an entire day, it really was just the two of you.

The sun was starting to set, and you were wrapped up in one of Coco’s baggy hoodies. One of your hands tangled up with his, tugging him farther and farther out onto the pier despite his protests. He was looking back over his shoulder, waiting for security or someone to come and yell at the two of you. you were definitely past the point where the general public was supposed to be, and the last thing that Coco really wanted to be doing for the night, aside from getting picked up by the cops, was jumping into the ocean after you because you got a little too excited and close to the edge.

“C’mon,” he shook his head, making a half-hearted attempt to pull you back, “We shouldn’t be out here doin’ this shit.”

“But don’t you wanna know how it’s gonna end up?”

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “It’s probably gonna end up on the bottom of the ocean.”

“Where’s your sense of wonder, Coco?” you asked with a laugh.

Giving you a light tug backwards, “’Bout twenty feet back that way.”

You gave him your best pout, and you saw the last of his resolve fade away. With a quiet sigh, he let you drag him the rest of the way down towards the edge of the pier. Reaching into the pocket of his hoodie, you pulled out a very old bottle with a cork stuffed in the top. There was a giddy smile on your face as you rolled it between your palms.

The two of you had found it in a random antique store off the strip and you had insisted that you needed to buy it. At the time, Coco didn’t understand what for, and if some random little bottle was going to make you happy he wasn’t going to fight you on it. However, when the two of you had stopped for lunch, you scrounged up a spare piece of paper and started writing out a note on it. Coco watched curiously as he finished his meal, and his eyes grew wide with recognition when he saw you pull the bottle out of the shop bag.

“How good of an arm you really got, Ma?” he taunted with a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes as you wrapped your hand around the thin neck of the bottle, “I got a good enough arm for this, thank you very much.”

He watched you for a few seconds before looking back over his shoulder once more to make sure that no one was coming out to speak to the two of you, “You sure we should be doin’ this?”

You rolled your eyes, “This is pretty low-risk for you, isn’t it?”

“Ain’t it like, littering or something?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “All the shit you’ve done and you’re worried about this?”

“I don’t need anymore bad karma.”

“It’ll be my bad karma. Don’t worry.”

Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your grip around the bottle. You wound your arm back before throwing it as hard as you could out into the waves. The tide was currently going out, which you hoped would end up working in your favor. You pulled Coco close to you so you could lean against his side, his arm easily draping around you so he could shield you from the chilly ocean breeze. The two of you stood there until the bottle had drifted out of sight.

He kept his arm around you as the two of you made your way back to the boardwalk. Pressing a kiss to the side of your head, he asked, “Whatchu gonna do if someone actually reaches out to you?”

“Are you kidding?” you laughed, “I’m gonna be so excited! What if it ends up being someone from the other side of the world or something?”

“Gonna get yourself a pen pal?”

You smiled at him, “Maybe.”

“I know a couple guys in Stockton who’d probably love if you wrote ‘em,” there was a playful smirk on his face as he gave you a hard time.

You shoved him lightly, laughing, “You’re so funny.”

“What’d you write on the note, anyway?”

You smiled, leaning back against his side, “I wrote my boyfriend doesn’t think that this is going to go anywhere, so when you receive this please give him a call and tell him ‘I told you so’ and then I put your phone number.”

He put you in a lazy headlock, making both of you laugh, “Pain in my ass.”

“But you love me?”

“Yea,” he kissed the top of your head before releasing you, “I love you a lot.”

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 5: Panties & Lingerie

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,153

Warnings: nothing much, some degredation, teasing, set during quarantine/lockdown, DIY bondage, gag, implied sex, dom!gwil

A/N: The first Gwil day! 

You listened to make sure Gwil was still in the kitchen before closing your bedroom door and setting your plan in motion. After a few months of being in lockdown things had begun to grow stale. The days bled into each other and there was little variation from one to the next. It wasn’t bad really – you and Gwil were both healthy and able to work from home easily enough – it was just becoming monotonous. But you were determined that the habits you’d slipped into and the routine of your lockdown lives wouldn’t get in the way of your relationship. So you came up with an idea to surprise Gwil, just to spice things up and keep him on his toes a little.  

The first step was to dress in something you knew would turn him on, so you opted for a lingerie set he’d bought you and definitely enjoying seeing you wear- a deep purple chemise that fell around the top of your thigh, hugging you tightly, and barely concealed the matching thong. And then, because you didn’t want to make it too easy for him, you threw an oversized hoodie on top. It was one you’d stolen from Gwil the first winter you were together but he always claimed you looked better in it and never tried to take it back. Even after you moved in together it lived in your side of the wardrobe. It was baggy and cosy and almost drowned you in excess material, hanging closer to your knees than the lingerie did, which made it the perfect cover. Gwil didn’t think anything of it when he saw you. It was lockdown after all, no one to see or impress, nowhere to go, nothing to dress up for. Comfort was the name of the game. He himself had opted for tracksuit pants and a baggy shirt with a sweater over the top since it was getting to be quite chilly.  

After you were dressed, the next part of the plan was to tease him. You saw it as sort of like animals in a zoo enclosure. This was Gwil’s enrichment for the day. He’d have to figure out how little you were wearing under the hoodie and then it’d be up to him what he did with that information. But you were sure it would be fun. Which you supposed meant that teasing him was your enrichment activity, something to keep you entertained and occupied. The thought made you laugh to yourself as you settled on the couch with your laptop to check your emails. Gwil had a zoom meeting first up, taking himself off to the dining room, so your scheme would have to wait until he was done. But that just gave you more time to think through how you’d tease him. 

Roughly an hour and a half later Gwilym popped his head through the doorway. “Putting the kettle on, sweetheart, d’you want a cuppa?”  “Yes please,” you said, making a show of setting aside your laptop and arching your back as if you needed to stretch.  Gwil smiled but didn’t seem to pay any attention to how you were pushing your tits towards him.   “Should I grab out some of that biscotti I made yesterday?” you asked, relaxing into a more normal posture. The hoodie was probably too thick to properly show off your chest, even if you were pushing hardened nipples against the fabric. No wonder Gwil hadn’t seemed to notice.   “That would be lovely. It’s really good.”  You chuckled and stood to follow him to the kitchen, “I wasn’t sure it was going to work but they turned out pretty alright. Think next time I might try and do one of those chocolatey variations. Where’d you put them?”  “Pantry. Can you grab the sugar out while you’re there? The canister’s almost empty.”  “Sure thing.” You located the Tupperware box of biscotti first and then the sugar. They were on the same shelf, one higher than you usually placed things. It wasn’t that you couldn’t reach the shelf – the biscotti would be easy enough to grab down – it was that you had to stretch a little further to get things towards the back of the shelf. And at some point since you’d last filled the sugar container, the bag had been shoved behind other things. You said a silent thank you to past Gwil for putting both items that high up. “Gwil, honey!” you called out as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes and stretched your arms up.  Gwil came in just in time to see you flailing for the sugar, arms over your head, your hoodie pulled up so that more of your legs were exposed, clearly showing him that you weren’t wearing shorts.  “Can’t reach the sugar,” you chuckled, grabbing the biscotti box and sinking back down onto the soles of your feet. You turned around in time to see Gwil blinking.  His momentary stupefaction disappeared and he laughed as he reached up to retrieve the bag you’d been unable to get.  

When the tea was made you carried it and a plate of biscotti out to the lounge so you could watch mid-morning TV. Gwil settled onto the loveseat but you’d already been set up in the armchair so sank back into it. You crossed one leg over the other, uncrossed them, leant forward to pick up your teacup, crossed your legs the other way and took a sip. You suspected Gwil had noticed your odd actions when he leaned forward in your peripheral vision and didn’t sit up again.   “Oh, silly,” you said to yourself as you uncrossed your legs again, leaned forward to grab your snack, sat back and crossed your legs once more. Sensing Gwilym’s eyes on your thighs, you turned to smile at him, pleased to see his eyes dart towards the TV once he’d realised you were looking. And then, after enough time so it wouldn’t be too obvious that you wanted him to look, you uncrossed your legs again, instead drawing them both up under you.   Gwil stood up suddenly and left the room but before you could wonder about it too long you heard the toilet flush and let your attention drift back to the TV as Gwil took his seat again.   You finished your tea, noting that you felt quite warm after it. 

Around midday Gwil went in search of some food. You heard him open the fridge and then close it again. His footsteps moved away after that, down the hall and then back to the kitchen and then back out to where you were still sitting, once again on your laptop.   “Gonna have that leftover lasagne for lunch so I’ve stuck the oven on to heat up.” He said, pulling his sweater off and swinging his legs up to recline on the couch.  The oven hadn’t been on long when you noticed the heat and wondered what temperature Gwil had set it to. It probably didn’t help that your laptop had seen quite a lot of use and was feeling very hot against your legs. You shifted it around, trying to find a way to make yourself more comfortable without interfering with the hoodie.   “You right?” Gwil asked.  “Yeah, fine,”  “Must be getting a bit warm in the hoodie,”  “Not really,” you shrugged, trying not to sound too suspicious of him.  Gwil stood, “Oven’s probably warm enough now right?”  “Yeah probably.” You listened carefully as Gwil walked into the kitchen but once more his footsteps faded off up the hall. Ten seconds later and you’d already noticed the rise in temperature, and it dawned on you that perhaps the oven wasn’t the only think Gwil had been tampering with.  

You followed him quietly to the kitchen, pushing your sleeves up to your elbows as the heat got worse. He seemed surprised to see you there as he crept back into the room but you feigned ignorance, muttering something about needing a drink as you bent over the dishwasher, lowering yourself more than was strictly necessary as you pretended to search for a cup, offering him a peak at your scant underwear.  When you righted yourself Gwil was right behind you, his hands reaching for the hem of the hoodie, “Game's up sweetheart. Take the damn thing off.”  “Wondered when you’d get there,” you laughed, “Might want to turn that stove off for the moment.” You waited until he’d done so before lifting your most modest layer over your head to reveal what little you wore underneath it.  Gwil’s eyes travelled over you as he breathed in deeply through his nose, “All dressed up. What’s the occasion?”  “Just wanted to.”  “You mean you wanted to tease me.” His voice was low and soft but that just made it all the more ominous, a hint of what was in store for you. You didn’t even have a chance to answer before his fingers wrapped around your wrist and he began to lead you to the bedroom.   “In my defence, teasing you is fun.” You couldn’t help but want to taunt him further.  “I think you just like it because you know I won’t be able to resist taking it out on your cunt.”  “That’s definitely part of it.” You laughed but you were abruptly cut off as he pushed you towards the bed.  

Gwilym growled as he backed you up to the mattress and you quickly scrambled into place. His hands felt hot against you as his pushed the soft material of your lingerie up to your chest and then straddled your exposed stomach. With a sudden yank he began to pull the chemise over your head but, to your dismay, it seemed to catch partway, your arms and head still stuck in the clinging material.   “Umm, Gwil?” you asked, trying not to panic with your head still stuck inside the lingerie.  “You’re alright, sweetheart. I’m going to pull it up further in a second but I think some sort of poetic justice is in order. So reach back and grab the headboard and then I’ll readjust.”  Heart racing, you tried to blindly do what he said, grateful when he leaned over and helped position your hands so that each was wrapped around one of the slats in the headboard. You felt the material hug your arms tightly as he readjusted it so that your nose and mouth were freed. Your eyes remained blindfolded by the bottom of the dress but being able to breathe freely meant it wasn’t so panic induicing.    “There, that ought to hold you.” He shuffled back down your body until he was straddling your thighs, “I think it’s fitting to keep you stuck here enduring my cock, bound by the very thing you used to taunt me.”  The idea made you shiver but your enjoyment was helped by Gwil’s hand falling to your thong clad pussy. He dragged his fingers along your lips before finding you clit and beginning to circle it slowly.   “It’s quite rude to tease really.” he said as he pressed his fingers against you, making you gasp, “Does it make you wet sweetheart? Does it turn you on to be a dirty little slut, begging to be fucked. Because that’s what you are right now. Dressing all slutty and bending over like you were hoping I’d just fill you with cock there and then.”  You whined as his fingers became more insistent and his words got filthier, everything contributing to your growing wetness and your nearing orgasm.   “If you’re not careful I’ll have to fuck you every day until this lockdown ends. You won’t get the chance to tease me with your thongs and your stretching and whatever other slutty ideas are in your slutty head. I’ll just fuck you first and save you the trouble. Oh you like that idea huh?” he laughed in response to your moan, “Spending every day cock drunk and begging for more? Prove it. Cum for me and I might actually do it.”  His fingers were impossible to argue with and you couldn’t hold back any longer, moaning with your release.  “Good girl,” he cooed softly, “Making such a mess of your panties though. What about we take them off now and I can see just how slutty your cunt is.”  You nodded eagerly, giving him a few words of encouragement as he dragged the wet underwear down your legs.   Gwilym held the panties up to the light, twisting it to better see the slick patch you’d created, “Very good.” he said as he balled the underwear up and, grabbing your jaw, stuffed it between your lips.  You whined around the material, able to taste your own arousal which only turned you on more.  “Now keep being good for me,”  You watched as Gwil pushed his pants down and pulled his cock out, positioning it between your legs. 

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