#burying your face in his neck

[yeyinde]

want to trace his tattoos with my tongue!

[meownotgood]

no even if it was the doggy position he'd lean against your figure and nuzzle his face to the crook of your neck, one arm embracing u tightly that man CANNOT even fuck you without making sure you know you're loved - bnuuy bunny bun

oh you're so right... I've always thought that too...

aki is just the sweetest to you, even when he's fucking you from behind he's still treating you so softly — he presses his body close to yours, practically leaning against you, and he grabs your chin and tilts your head up so he can kiss your forehead. he's so slow and gentle with every deep rock of his hips to make sure he won't hurt you.

and since he can't see your face from this position, can't look into your eyes, can't kiss you as easily as he wants to, he ends up talking a whole lot more; aki leans in close to your ear and mutters constant breathy words of reassurance, telling you how good you're making him feel, how perfect you are, how much he loves you.

god, you're beautiful, so beautiful, he's mumbling in his smooth tone, he holds your waist steady with one hand and drags his palm over your back, your side, down to your thighs, his touch so gentle it could only be his. you can hear him breathing hard in your ear, can feel his heart pounding in his chest when he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. he kisses your nape, rests his hand over yours when he sees you grabbing a tight fistful of the pillow, his fingers caress your knuckles ever-so delicately as he fucks into you nice and slow until his pelvis is flush with your ass. you feel so good, want you to moan for me louder- can you say my name baby? that's it... I've got you... I love you, love you more than anything...

[prettyboykatsuki]

I bet gojo would stick his fingers in you but make you ride them 🤕

am i really going to re-enter my gojo brainrot in such a shameful way . anyway yeah he does

[butteronabun]

CW: hella suggestive. Mature. Minors shooo! Nothing explicit happens, but there are mentions of intercourse. Female reader.

You’re not even doing it on purpose. It’s just unbearably hot as of the moment in Mondstadt right now, so can Diluc really blame you for these unforgiving circumstances? Is it really your fault when your gentleman of a husband can’t even look at you in the eye when you wore something cooler—a simple camisole and shorts that reveals too much of your skin—inside the private confines of your marital bedroom?

“I’m not even seducing you,” you say from the bed, your body sprawled to the white sheets. You are obviously in distraught, as you continuously fan your sweating face with your fingers. Diluc can assume that Mondstadt’s winds aren’t just doing it for you this time. “This is the least I can do to feel refreshed.”

Diluc saunters towards you. “But even if it’s not your intention, I. . .” The gods are cruel to him, really. Even if you assert that you really are not seducing him, Diluc still wants you regardless. “Pardon, love, but I-”

He stares at the right strap that has fallen off on your shoulder. He’s not sure if his hand wants to pull it back or if he wants to let it stay exposed.

He lifts his head from it when he sees you blink up at him once he’s close. Then, you sigh, worrying him for a second, until you give him a playful smirk, “Does the hubby want to bang tonight? Smash? Knock boots?”

Diluc is taken aback from your use of terms. He almost wants to reprimand you. You are so silly. How can you say that? His cheeks heat up as he stammers, “D – Do you really have to put it like that?” Then, he sits beside you. He cannot help it but caress your cheek tenderly. ( He only hopes you won’t be bothered by the fact that he still runs hotter than anyone else, mainly because of his vision. )

You obviously ignore his concern, and he knows you’re going to tease him more about this. You lean to his touch with a satisfied hum. “What? Doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch? Filling the cream donut? Bedroom rodeo? Bow chick a wow wow~?”

Diluc almost short circuits, and his rosy face darkens even more. Colorful words. Your boldness never fails to fascinate him. “Well, fine, if that’s what you call it, then. . .yes.”

You chuckle, “Wow, my husband just can’t resist me! He desires me everyday, it’s embarrassing~”

Maybe it was embarrassing before, but loving you is something he’s proud to do. It’s what he wants to do forever. “You are correct.” And, as your husband, isn’t it only right for him to want you so much?

Your smile grows wide. “Then, out of the goodness in my heart, I’ll allow you to do hot push ups on top of me. If you know what I mean.” You open your arms for him, welcoming him to do what he pleases, and he does not hesitate to accept it. You are, undeniably, his own temptation.

With a grunt, Diluc calls your name. He responds after you give him an affirmation that you are listening. “Just call it making love.” Then he dives down to your supine form, before finally kissing you on the shoulder that he has been subtly eyeing on for the past two minutes.

[spctrsgf]

late

summary: another day, another mission where poe is (not just a little) late. alternatively: i wanted to write a fic where poe loves to bury his face in your neck and i got carried away with the buildup and too lazy to write more about it– later

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language, mechanic!reader, lil bit of angst? idek if you can call it angst at this point, mom leia energy is STRONG in this fic

One thing that the recruiters might not tell you about being part of the resistance is all of the anxiety that comes with it. There’s enough of it when you have to keep track of your whereabouts and not get your ass caught by the looming First Order. But there’s even more thrown onto your plate when your boyfriend happens to be a pilot, leaving often on countless missions. Heap on the fact that he was undoubtedly the most important, the best pilot the resistance had to offer, and you’d probably feel like you couldn’t move from underneath it all.

So, that was the current predicament you were in. 

It’s not like he was late, yet, or his comms were offline– thank the maker– but the anticipation was doing an exceptionally good job of frying all signs of hope as you stood next to Leia in the communications room. Someone had decided that it was a good idea to give you a break between jobs, which usually was your solution to the nerves, and left you and your mind to its own device. Lovely.

Leia’s hand landed on your shoulder, once again bringing you out of your downward mental spiral and back into the present. “He’s going to be okay.” You smiled sadly. “I know that, but then again, something could go wrong just as quickly as it went well.”

“Poe may be stupid, but he’s not stupid enough to get himself killed.”

You scoffed. “Yes he is.”

“You have a point, but he hasn’t done it yet. Let’s have faith in him for a little bit longer.”

“But-”

Leia pinned you with a hard glare.

“Okay.” You shrunk under her gaze. 

Her hand slid to wrap behind you, pulling you into a side hug. She smelled like freshly cleaned linen and warm vanilla and something so distinctly like a mother that you found yourself curling further into her embrace. She turned and let you wrap your arms around her waist, rubbing your back in a soothing measure, so much that you let yourself lean on her. 

“Gen–” Poe’s voice cuts through the hum of the room, rendering it silent. “General! We’re being followed! I’m gonna try and hit them from behind!”

Leia surged out of your grip and to the circular table in the middle of the room. “No, Commander, disengage!”

“But–”

“That is an order! Get out of there–” the sound of Poe’s comm going blank slammed through the room and right through the stability of your stance, tumbling you into a chair. 

“He’s alright,” Leia’s voice wafted from somewhere above you. “Just turned his comms off.”

“Yeah, I know,” You sighed, bringing yourself back onto your feet and shooting the General a shaky smile. “I’m going to wait in the hangar.”

She nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder in comfort before turning back to helping the rest of the black squadron.

The sound of jets shook you from your stupor and set your spine straight, your previously droopy eyes alert and scanning the room for that one special x-wing. “You see him yet?” Snap’s partner asked from your left, nudging your shoulder. “Not yet!” you yelled back. “But Snap’s over there, four ships to your right!” 

A “Thank you!!!” was thrown toward you as they bounded off.

Other partners and loved ones joined you as they too waited for their person to soar in, and you watched solemnly as they peeled off one by one. Soon you were left with only Karé’s partner, but even they bounded away when her ship came shakily in. Each member of the squadron had assured you that Poe was okay, that he had been on comms as they passed you, surely in response to how tightly your hands are twisted together. 

As soon as Karé left, you were left alone in the deafening silence of the hangar. Poe’s absence hung heavily in the air and in the x-wing shaped space that plopped itself dramatically in front of where you were leaning against the wall. Your feet kicked at imaginary rocks and your eyes darted around the bleak room as you willed your mind to relax. 

Your hands itched to get to work fixing ships, but Leia had forbidden you to do that until all pilots had returned home. This was yet another reminder of the man that was supposed to be back but wasn’t. Your gaze fixed on the black that hovered right outside of the starcarrier, wondering if one of the floating bodies and fluorescent stars held your Commander. The ache you’d been pushing away set itself firmly in the hole of your heart, and it was then you realized that waiting was more painful than a distraction. You turned around then, walking out of the hangar just as alone as you had come in.

“Where are you going, Beautiful? I’m over here.”

Your head whipped around faster than you’d thought humanly possible, convinced your mind had been playing tricks on you but too earnest to care. Poe stood there, pulling off his helmet and revealing his flattened hair and bright grin. You rubbed your eyes, trying to convince yourself that he was really there and not just conjured by your tired mind.

Poe squinted at you. “Do you think I’m not actually here?” 

That was all the confirmation you needed. In two seconds, you had him in your arms, flight suit and grime and all tied tightly in your embrace. He let out an oomph and then a chuckle, wrapping his own arms around you just as tightly. The two of you stood like that for a bit longer, content to be in each other’s company again and comfy in the way you fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. 

When you pulled away, Poe’s grin had morphed into a sloppy, lovestruck smile, his eyes slightly watery and his hair still slightly flattened. “Where have you been, Poe?,” You started into the silence. “It’s been nearly an hour since you were supposed to be here.” He cringed. “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. Got caught up trying to evade TIE fighters.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I did tell someone!”

“Did you let them help you?”

His eyes took up an interest in the ground beneath his feet.

“Poe.” 

“I didn't want to put anyone else in danger!” He protested.

“But that’s what we’re here for! To help you through these things so you don’t get yourself killed in the middle of your big show! I know, it’s for our protection but you gotta lean back on some support!”

He was about to shoot back an answer, but he took in your face and the fight seeped out of him, leaving a tired, shell of a man. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Your own eyes softened.

He stepped forward again, and your arms swept open and pulled him into your embrace once again, his face finding that comfortable space buried in your neck. You never really understood why he loved it so much. Did it remind him of something comforting in his past? Did you smell nice? You doubted that, you had to smell like shit right now. Did he like the shield it put up around him? 

The questions whirred in your mind, but the way his arms tightened around you and the way he nuzzled himself further into your warm skin silenced those thoughts and threw them out into the void of space. You could feel his confident walls crash down, feel him become the eternally vulnerable person he always was. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that he, once again, trusted you. 

“Hey,” your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, not that he could feel it. “I’m here.”

“I know.”

“You’re safe, my love.”

“I know.” His response came out quickly and his voice was thick with emotion.

You smiled, running your other hand through his hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

“No,” His grip turned to steel around your waist, rooting both of you where you were. “I want to stay here.”

“But you’re dirty–”

“But you’re warm and you smell like home and that’s more important than a little dirt on my flight suit.”

You grinned, turning to place a chaste kiss on the side of his head. “Okay.”

a/n: if you all have any requests or ideas you should totally send them in because i might run out of ideas soon and would totally appreciate the help:)

[nateezfics]

ovulating so bad rn and smelling hong’s cologne (creed aventus) was definitely not the move because now i feel even more feral than i did before.

[existingingrey]

Noh Sangcheol lights a candle for Goh Jeongwoo to help him relax before going to change. Goh Jeongwoo keeps the candle lit but after some time he sees Noh Sangcheol approaching and puts out the candle.

How am I supposed to interpret this.

Than that Sangcheol's presence and scent is more calming and relaxing to Jeongwoo than artificial comforts..

[mrsoharaa]

so i may have done a little self needed splurgeee for myself at bath & bodyworks today (they had such a great deal today that I simply COULDN'T refuse! ugh I love themmmm!) and I can't stop thinking about how you'd buy a couple of pretty body mists/sprays and wear it faintly around back at HQ. Receiving a few compliments from your fellow spiders and what not, and eventually, it leads you to catching the big brooding guy's attention himself.

steals a few glances at you, always slyly lulling in closer to you, like suavely leering over the strut of your right shoulder, angling his nose to hover over your open skin — just to inhale that delectable sweet aroma that resonated off of you (one whiff and that man is on you like a magnet). mumbling out how nice you smelt and how that particular scent suited you, perfectly (which, you totally didn't mentally freak out from his sudden praise of likeness to your new perfume, due to his sensitive senses you'd thought it would actually irritate him!).

[amourtoken]

Rewatched Will's cover of hypnosis and now all I can think of is how desperate and whiny his voice would get when he's close.

[duskier]

That trope where there's a supernatural being sensitive to the smell of your blood/hormones/cycle and they are having to fight off their predatory primal instincts and struggling so hard with it that they actually have to plug/cover their nose <333333

[shortnotsweet]

quick, uncolored practice sketches based on how I’ve been visualizing Daeron in ñuhon by kokuhakutoasahi on ao3. I doubt this is actually accurate at all, and I’ve done like 20 different doodles of this guy’s face in my mind, but I think that he’d have a prominent nose and eyes that carry the sweet sadness you only see in gay European p0rn. This tweet by twitter user @ itadorimaid specifically got me rereading the latest chapters and going huh, best boy? Perhaps. ALSO that hug??? I am side-eying him v hard rn.

[dcangel]

I have a reverse situation proposal of this: stiles lying on top of you, but your hand is between you two gently cupping his (growing?) bulge as he sleeps/is very close to sleeping.

[transgender-catboy]

God, he looks downright exhausted here...

[petrichorium]

Thinking abt yandere marastruck jing yuan tn…….

[hungharrington]

i need your help i’ve been having too many thoughts about sneaky fucking with steve and I don’t know what to do with them… I trust you with the job soldier

bestie ur so in luck cos i literally just wrote sneaky fucking the other week over here - but it’s a bitta mean!steve so if it doesn’t scratch the itch…. u just come on back n lemme know, yeah? 🫡 soldier

[1004tyun-archive]

jshzuwbsjsns tipsy makeout w gyu would be so hot shavwjsbsks

kissing each other so needily and desperately,, running hands all of esch others bodies and when he runs a finger against your clothed cunt you let out the biggest moan >< he begins chuckling against your lips so hotly,, needy, are we baby? in that dark husky voice of his FUCK

PLSJSHS and the way his hair sticks to his forehead and you can still taste the beer on his lips and his wandering hands are touching everywhere but where you need him to and he KNOWS this and it’s not until he grazes finger against your soaked undies that he knows for sure that he has you right where he wants you