#fav x reader

[reaperexe]

Darling ♡

summary : when a run in with your ex makes things sour but at least your lover is here.

warnings : mentions of previous trauma.

Grocery shopping wasn't really a fun activity but grocery shopping with him was a whole new activity now. The unnecessary items he would throw into the cart acting like it was normal for you to have two giant family packs of cereal in your house before scolding him to put them away.

And he would put them away but just act like a kicked puppy on his way to do so. So when you steered the cart away from him and into the other aisle's to get away from the doe eyes and begging you didn't expect to run into someone.

That someone being your ex boyfriend. the ex boyfriend you swore to never interact with again. Your eyes widen and so does his when he sees you.

He says your name softly, you try not to cringe at the way your name rolls off his tongue and you don't even want to take his name.

"Been a while..." he says his tone already condescending like it had been all those years ago and your grip tightens around the cart.

Meanwhile your lover strolls through the aisles putting back the boxes of cereal and gathering more unnecessary items.

"You cut your hair?" he asks obviously ignoring your discomfort

"You know I've been meaning to reach out to you....." He says "wondered how you've been doing without me" He scoffs.

"I've been fine, better even" You say clenching your jaw.

"Really?" He says with a mocking look. "And here i thought you would come to your senses" He laughs.

The audacity of this man you think but your mouth dries when he slowly begins to approach you.

A strong voices pulls you out from your thought and stills the man in front of you "Darling?" Your lover calls coming up behind you as you breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately recognizes the man in front of you from having to hold you all those years ago from all the nightmares and tears 'never again' he had sworn to himself.

He moves to stand defensively in front of you eyeing the guy, looking down on him.

"Hey man" Your ex says smirking "You are?.." He asks your lover trying to keep up his smugness despite your boyfriends intimidating gaze.

"Her boyfriend" He says his tone still dominating and he looks down on the guy.

"Oh yeah, we were just talking" he says "Right sweets?" He says peering over at you over your boyfriends shoulder.

You grip your lovers arm out of anger, not wanting to hear that voice or nickname.

"Well i think she's done talking man" Your boyfriend says firmly.

"Look mate-" Your ex begins stepping closer causing your boyfriend to cover you more and step towards him.

"I advise you leave" You speak up as your ex looks at you then back at your lover.

If looks could kill your ex would be dead by now, sensing the tense atmosphere your ex mutters a "Whatever, your loss" raising his hands in mock surrender and stepping back.

Your lover raises an arm but stills when he feels your hand on him, as much as you would love to see your ex get punched, a grocery store was not the place.

"Let it go baby" You say to your lover softly as your ex walks away.

"He better count his blessings" Your lover sighs relaxing and putting an arm around you.

You laugh at his words kissing his arm.

"You handled that so well baby I'm so proud of you" Your boyfriend says kissing the top of your head.

"You handled most of it" You say as he smiles, kissing you again

"Shall we check out?" He asks.

"Yes but only after you put back that giant bag of coffee beans, don't think i didn't notice" You say crossing your arms as he smiles sheepishly.

"But darlinggg" He whines but puts the bag back anyways as you smile.

[veryvaughnny]

Ever read a fic so good you had to put down your phone in the middle of it and walk away for a few minutes just to collect yourself

[imagination-mess]

Villain! ? X Fem!Reader

He was leaving soft pecks against your neck, tradition after you spending the night with him. You tried to roll around to escape from his grasp to only get get pulled back to his chest.

“Morning.” His soft husky voice against your ear. You could feel him smiling against your ear along feeling his hands move downwards.

“How do you feel about another round? Hm~.”

[bakvrue]

your fav lying on their bed with their headphones in, fisting their cock to asmr of you. he knows its just someone doing a voice pretending that they're you, but if he closes his eyes he can forget that. he can imagine that you're on top of him, moaning because he is the one making you feel good. he groans as he sees your face, your hair, how your eyes look down at him full of lust and it's all for him. his hips buck as another moan sends a shiver down his spine. there's a hitch in your breath as your moans get louder and he imagines your head thrown back in ecstasy. tightening his grip, his hands speed up; willing himself to cum with you as you tell him how good he feels. he fists the sheet below him and his hips buck off the bed. spurts of cum staining his hand, a poor imitation for what it would feel like to cum inside you.

[thesilenthill]

I was thinking about this and decided to share. I’ve never published anything before so please be nice! I didn’t really have anyone in particular when I wrote this but this could really be about your fav. 

Warnings: NOT EDITED or anything so...do with that what you will.  Spit Kink, Slapping, let me know if I missed anything. Anyways, enjoy. Very short 

Minors/ageless blogs dni. I WILL block you, don't even try it

gn reader 

You're drooling and don't even realize it. You're getting (a little) messy cause its just dropping and you don't even realize it. Your man has been noticing it and hasn't really said much besides teasing you a little bit. It's later on and you're laying on your back, he's in bed with you. Your drooling AGAIN cause your just that good at it. And all of a sudden you hear "Look at you getting spit everywhere again. Just my messy little baby huh" as he wipe some away with his thumb and put it back it in your mouth. And he leans over/towers you. His veiny hand wraps around your throat and he looks in your eyes as he says " Since you wanna be such a fucking mess, here let me help you". And he tips your head back as he slightly tightens his grip your throat and GOOD GOD do you hope his rings leaves marks on your throat. "Open, your fucking mouth, here" and just spits in your mouth, once, twice, and even slightly purposefully misses on the third cause you just wanna be a fucking mess. And he rubs the bit of spit into your face. "There, you liked that, huh? You want more?" and you're just so embarrassed because WHY are you so into this. And when you close your eyes he lightly smacks your face to get your attention back on him. "Hey, you don't ever fucking look away from me unless I'm done or I tell you too, okay?" and your cheeks are heated and warm from his slaps and the interaction. He slaps you again lightly as he says "Open your fucking mouth, again". He slides two fingers in as it presses down on your tongue and he's just surveying you, your complacency, your mouth. The sight is so sinful for him AND for you. Cause just having him towering over you, the veins, the necklaces/chains dangling over your face is so tempting and makes you so hungry. "So fucking messy, huh baby. I feel the spit building up in your mouth." He gets right up in your face and lowly says "I don't like that you're wasting it when you could be slobbering on my dick. I should fucking punish you, huh? What have I told you about wasting things? You just don't learn do you"

[shootsforsun]

IMAGINE

Laying your head down in their lap after a long day, eyes closing against your will as hands brush through your hair. You breath out a sigh, content. Leaning down, they press a fluttering kiss to your forehead. Whispering, "Love you." As you fall into sleep.

Just

IMAGINE

[adalwolfgang]

Fandoms/People

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[cynoswhore]

how they love series masterlist

featuring everyone’s genshin favs!

**work in progress!** characters may be added/removed from the lists.

updated as i write them! if the name is underlined, it is written!

the months are when they are estimated to be released completely. times will vary depending on my workload.

you can suggest characters for series four and five :)

this is a purely fluff series!

series one ~ jan-march estimated

eula - how she loves

ayato - how he loves

ganyu - how she loves

itto - how he loves

jean - how she loves

bennett - how he loves

wanderer - how he loves

series two ~ april-june estimated

lisa - how she loves

cyno - how he loves

hu tao - how she loves

kazuha - how he loves

yoimiya - how she loves

tighnari - how he loves

diluc - how he loves

series three ~ july-september estimated

layla - how she loves

childe - how he loves

kokomi - how she loves

zhongli - how he loves

rosaria - how she loves

xiao - how he loves

xiangling - how she loves

[theorist-fox]

Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

18+

Word count: 1k.

CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.

Masterlist 🦊

𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬

You look delectable straddling his hips.

Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.

He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.

Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.

He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 

But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 

Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.

But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.

You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.

Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.

Your eyes widen, and his do the same.

“Don’t.”

You gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.

Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.

“Darling, yes.”

Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.

His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.

He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.

He would never.

You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.

And then, he knows he's done for.

“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.

Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.

“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.

“Fuckin’-“

You chuckle.

You evil little cunt.

Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.

It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”

He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.

Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.

“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.

It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.

He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.

It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.

Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”

Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.

He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.

He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.

“Simon, yes.”

[latehere]

back to business with some good ol alien

[reaperexe]

Bakery ♡

Summary : your bakery is struggling till one evening a cute guy steps in through the doors.

warnings : none just fluff <3

There was nothing you got out of your little bakery other than unpaid bills and reminder for deadlines of other bills. It was rough to say the least but your will to make things work out was stronger.

You knew your breads and little pastries were good, even if they didn't sell you knew from their taste and the few friends that tried them that they were good.

The big conglomerate in front of you would say otherwise though, as none of their little workers would even turn to look at your little shop across the street. They all just flocked to the little coffee shop next to you.

What was so interesting about the small place, the coffee was fine from what you had heard, nothing special.

You pull another batch of cookies out of the oven seeing the office crowd march it's way back from the coffee shop with the signature cups of coffee in their hand.

As you closed that afternoon with little to no business as usual, you were taken aback when that angelic looking man stepped into the bakery.

He walked up to the counter with a sheepish smile ordering a couple things which you quickly packed.

"Hi" he muttered softly "Hope i didn't interrupt you packing up" he says as you chuckle softly telling him it wasn't a problem.

The man seemed attractive enough to let it pass but what he uttered next made you still.

"I run the cafe next to you" He spoke smiling as if you were gonna smile back but the scowl on your face said otherwise. This was your sworn enemy.

You still threw him a fake smile and handed him his food. He pulled out a cupcake proceeding to take a bite. "This is soo good" He remarks his eyes dripping with love.

You just fake smiled before telling him how much he owed, he frowned at your hostility but still proceeded to praise your food.

It felt hurtful to be rude to him when he was being so nice as he stood there with bit of the sugary icing smeared on his upper lip.

You motioned for him to wipe it but he just tilted his head to the side with a soft "Hm?".

God you couldn't be mad at him not when he took the small tissue from your hand while smiling cheekily and wiped away the sugary icing.

"I bake too but not as good as this" He says and you couldn't tell what was more sugary his words or your cupcakes. He muttered a "I'll see you around" before turning around and leaving.

No you definitely didn't love your sworn enemy, no you didn't think about him as you fell asleep last night or when you added icing too the fresh batch of cupcakes.

Something felt different today when those robotic looking office workers didn't instantly bee line to the coffee shop, when some of them didn't instantly turn their feet back to their building.

Even weirder when their coffee clad hands pushed open the doors to your bakery, buying a good amount of baked goods which you eagerly packed.

Closing up felt better today when you had practically empty shelves but you felt disappointment when the familiar coffee shop owner walked in and frowned at the empty shelves.

"No cupcakes?" he asked before his eyes fell on the only remaining two in the tray and his eyes lit up. I smiled packing up the two for him

"I didn't know recommending you to those office guys would lead me to have no cupcakes" he spoke pouting as you froze. 'He did this?' you thought, handing him his cupcakes.

Like clockwork he took one out again biting into the sugary treat. Your eyes were stuck on him as he ate, how could someone make even a cupcake look so delicious.

Next day you found yourself making an extra batch of cupcakes just for him and saving them at the side. The smile on his face is worth the extra effort when he sees the cupcakes on the tray.

But this time he brings a cup of coffee along, handing you the small cup as he takes the cupcakes from you.

This went on for a week, your feelings growing for him with the small interactions.

You set out the tray of cupcakes you made for him expecting him to come in any minute but when the door opens a mysterious man steps in.

He walks up to the counter, his stature blocking your view of the exit, he looks at the counter before pointing at the only remaining cupcakes.

You gulp at how to explain to this scary looking man that those cupcakes were saved for a special someone who you prayed would walk in any minute.

You thank whatever god heard your prayers as you hear the door open again followed by the familiar sound of footsteps before he finally comes into view.

He glances between you and the man, your frowning distressed face enough for him to sense something is wrong as he clears his throat.

The scary man asks for the cupcake again before being cut off by him "Sorry man i already ordered those" He says smiling but his face is threatening enough.

The man doesn't take the hint as he stands there looking between the two of you.

"Leave my cupcakes and my girl alone man" He sighs crossing his arms. The scary guys eyes widen at his words, he grumbles something before walking out.

'My girl?' the words he spoke still left you in a daze but you came back to reality as he cleared his throat, you looked up at him noticing the pink hue on his cheek as he stood looking at you awakwardly.

Embarrassed you quickly packed him the remaining cupcakes as he pulled out his wallet to pay but you quickly stopped him "No no this ones from me, for saving me from that guy"

"Nonsense i still wanna pay" He says but you insist he doesn't have to, he sighs putting the wallet back in his pocket before turning back to you.

"I'll only agree if you let me take you out on a date" He says crossing his arms as he refuses to take the cupcakes from you.

Your eyes widen at his words but you nod with a small "sure" and he smiles taking the bag from you.

"You know i meant that 'my girl'' He says as he walks out of the store leaving you blushing.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

[yameoto]

any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)

ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?

LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader

▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.

▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).

▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.

▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.

▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.

▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.

▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."

▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."

[cascade05]

*sigh* the feminine urge to kiss a big beefy man so he calls me pretty

[adalwolfgang]

Rules

⤷ »✵⭒ A list of what you can/can't request and what I will write/create.

✵⭒Created 8/6/24

✵⭒Updated 8/6/24

»✵⭒✵⭒✵⭒ Do's ✵⭒✵⭒✵⭒«

⤷ »✎ I'm not entirely great at writing full length stories so for the time being I'm only writing short one-shots, headcanons (Char limit at a time is 5), imagines and whatever else kind of short fanfiction is out there that I'm not aware of.

⤷ »✎ If you request a specific reader or scenario, go into detail with request. “The plot is up to you.” does not help me. As much as I wish to be as creative as thinking up things on the spot, I'm not.

⤷ »✎ I'll also do letter's from a character, Character interaction (Ask a char a question/etc), and Character reactions.

⤷ »✎ Stimboards, Moodboards, and wallpapers

⤷ »✎ In the past this specific request would get asked as a overwhelming amount but I'm willing to write "I ship you with.." if in return you be specific in the fandom of characters your wanting to get picked with and give me a little snippet about yourself.

⤷ »✎ nb!reader only (I MIGHT make an exception, depends)

⤷ »✎ I will write yandere content but nothing to drastic.

»✵⭒✵⭒✵⭒ Don'ts ✵⭒✵⭒✵⭒«

⤷ »✎ I'll delete any request I don’t vibe with without explanation.

⤷ »✎ I won't write for nsfw content. It's not that I'm against it, I'm just quite literally not good at writing it nor comfortable writing it. I'm all for you sharing nsfw ideas/prompts with me though!

⤷ »✎ I will not do every request that I immediately get due to either my motivation, vibe, or because I'm currently not hooked on the specific char/fandom. So please don’t be upset if I don’t do yours immediately. Nothing personal.

⤷ »✎ I only write x reader/(y/n). On occassion I might rarely do char x my oc or my oc x reader/(y/n) but I can't stress the rarely enough.

⤷ »✎ Try not to requests things I don’t know. Like a character from none of the fandoms I know or just a character I'm not familiar with in general. If you give me some information, I could possibly write it, but do not expect me to be doing a deep dive. I won't do more work than what I'd like.

⤷ »✎ As far as I'm aware, I'm never doing fem/male reader. I much prefer doing nb!reader so everyone can feel included and because it's easier in my head.

⤷ »✎ I will not write any char or reader underaged, rape, non-con, Any kind of abuse, just overall triggering content. Yandere requests are fine.

[lizziesangel]

pics boyfriend!hugh jackman would send you …

when he’s acting in a different country.