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naturesapphic · 3 months ago

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What abt a fic related to Tara yummy saying that billie is her crush then invited her to a party with queen and yn getting mad/jealous

Party Crush

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, hurt/cofmort, billie being a sweetheart to you

Word count: 1,333 :)

A/n: thank you to my sweet baby @xoluvx for the pictures I adore her sm <3

You were in the bed scrolling through tik tok when you came across a video with quen and Tara yummy. They were in a car talking about their crushes when you heard your girlfriend’s name come up. “Celebrity crushes. Billie eilish. Duh.” Quen said and Tara looked over at her with a smile. “One time actually five years ago I did like a YouTube video with my friend Kevin and he asked me if he could change places with one person for a day who would it be and I said Billie eilish.” Tara said while looking in the camera. “Well duh.” Quen commented back.

“But that was five years ago.” She said and quen looked over at her. “Would it still be true?” She smiled and Tara smiled back. “Yeah. Like I would do anything to wear her as a suit.” She said seriously and quen agreed. “She’s definitely one of my celebrity crushes.” Tara confess and quen nodded then the video went off. You grumbled In annoyance but it got worse when Billie came through the bedroom door with a big smile on her face. “Tara yummy has invited me over to her party tonight and she said I can bring you.” She said with a big grin on her face.

You saw how genuinely happy and excited she looked so you didn’t wanna mess it up so you agreed. “Great! I’ll let her know we said yes and we can go ahead and get ready.” She said as she pulled out her phone. You put yours away and got up from the bed to go to y’all’s closet. A few minutes later you came out with a skirt and a crop top on. Billies eyes widen at you and she whistled loudly. “Damnnnnn mama you looking fine as fuck!” She exclaimed loudly as she went over to you and turned you around slowly making you blush like crazy. “I’m gonna go ahead and get dressed now babe.” She said as she leaned down to give your forehead a soft kiss making you smile. “Alright. I’m going to the bathroom to put on some makeup.” You said and she nodded, disappearing to the closet.

You went into the bathroom and started your makeup and a few minutes later bilkie came out with a baggy button up shirt, her glasses, some baggy jeans, some bulky shoes, her hit me hard and soft belt, and her bandana. Your eyes widen at her appearance and you felt yourself drooling at her making billie smirk. “You good babygirl?” She chuckled as she came in the bathroom with you, standing beside you in the mirror as she started to put on mascara and eyeliner. You didn’t say anything but nod your head fast making her giggle. “Cat got your tongue?” She teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. “More like you got my tongue.” You said with a smile and Billie laughed. The two of you finished getting ready and headed out the front door outside to dragon.

Billie drove y’all to the party and parked near the house where there could have been at least over two hundred cars outside. Billie stepped out of the car and went to your side to help you out, making you smile. “Why thank you, you’re such a gentle lady.” You say playfully and Billie playfully smirked as she bent forward in a polite teasing way. “Of course m’lady. Right this way.” She said in a British accent, making you giggle. The two of you went up to the house and knocked on the door. Tara opened it and let out a gasp and immediately pulled Billie into a hug which made your insides feel weird. “Oh my gosh y’all made it! Come in come in!” Tara said excitedly as she pulled Billie in and you hurried up behind them.

Once inside, Billie was pulled through by Tara while you were behind them trying to catch up. Tara took her to the group of people that included Gracie abrams, Zoey, Nick, Alex, quen, etc. you were relieved that you recognized some people and you immediately went up to Zoey as Billie and Tara was talking to the others. “Is it bad that I’m jealous?” You said to Zoey shyly and she gave you reassuring smile. “I would be a little jealous too especially after the video she posted with quen and how she’s clinging onto Billie but I wouldn’t worry about it. Billie is literally head over heels obsessed over you. If you aren’t with her she talks about you all the time. She completely adores you y/n.” Zoey says and you look over at her, giving her a hug. “Thanks z…” you said and she hugs you back tight, rubbing your back in a comforting way.

“Don’t mention it. I promise there’s nothing for you to worry about.” She said and you nodded and decided to stick with Zoey for the rest of the party. An hour later you were dancing with Zoey on the dance floor trying to get your mind off of Billie when you saw Tara and her dancing. Tara had her hands on her and that’s when you snapped. You couldn’t stand to look at them anymore so you excused yourself from Zoey and went to the bathroom. You went in a stall and had your face in your hands trying not to cry . A few seconds later you heard the door open and a familiar voice. “Babygirl? Are you in here? I saw you come in here.” Billie said and you slowly opened up the stall door to see your girlfriend staring at you with a worried expression.

You closed the stall behind you and stood in front of her as she looks down at you. “Is everything okay?” She asked quietly as she could tell how upset you are right now. You didn’t say anything and just stared at the bathroom floor, playing with your fingers nervously. Billie took her fingers and gently lifted your chin up to look in her blue eyes. “You know you can tell me anything darling.” She said softly as she rubs your cheek softly. “Tara has a crush on you.” You spat out and Billie gave you a shocked expression. “She said it in a video with quen…they both like you…” you said quietly and Billie still had the same expression plastered on her face which made you nervous then she let out a loud cackle.

“Babygirl I don’t give a rats ass if they like me. They aren’t my sweet girl are they?” She said gripping your chin again making you look straight into her blue eyes making you feel weak in the knees. “You’re my girl and you always will be. No one will change that. Ever and you know you can always come to me if you are having those thoughts okay?” She said, leaning down to press a gently kiss to your forehead making you blush like crazy. “T-thank you bils…I’m sorry…” you apologized and Billie shook her head, smiling down at you. “No need for that babygirl. Why don’t we head home and we can cuddle while we watch the office yeah?” Billie asked and you beamed up at her, nodding your head fast. She giggled and led you out of the bathroom with your hands in hers as she tells everyone she’s leaving. She doesn’t even give Tara a hug bye which makes you smirk to yourself. You knew that being jealous was stupid and even when you feel it again, you know you can count on Billie to make those thoughts go away, becuase to her, you are her sweet girl always.

A/n: thank you anon for this request. I hope you and everyone else enjoyed it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

#billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie o’connell #tara yummy #quen blackwell

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joelscruff · 2 years ago

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hi cat! not sure if ur taking requests but i have a small idea for bf’s dad!joel .. maybe joel giving reader a facial after she’s feeling insecure abt her bf not giving her enough attn so he shows her that all he needs is her face to finish

prove it (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader) 18+

tysm for the yummy request, anon!! i've decided to combine this request with another one i got the other day: "ok bear with me but what if boyfriends dad joel came in reader and then her bf wants to have sex and sees that she still has his come inside her??? i'm going to hell." i did tweak the second request a bit (sorry!!!) but the general idea is the same. this takes place in the same universe as quickie & snack break except this one definitely has a bit more plot. summary: joel shows you how much he cares about you (in a slightly depraved way) rating: 18+ explicit (mdni) warnings: daddy!kink, dirty talk, praise kink, facials, comeplay, oral (f receiving), voyeurism word count: 2.6k (woops)

"i'm so sick of him," tears are streaming down your face as you push joel's home office door open, stomping inside and slamming it behind you. he looks up from where he's sitting at his desk, poring over blueprints for some contracting job he's got coming up, a job that's been taking up all his time as of late.

"angel, what are you doin' here?" he stands up immediately, brow furrowed in concern as he opens his arms to you, "c'mere, what's wrong?"

"why am i even with him?" you groan, head coming to rest against his chest as his arms wrap around you and hold you close, "i don't even like him."

"what'd he do?" joel murmurs against your hair, stroking your back soothingly, "he hurt you?"

"he's just an asshole," you sniffle pathetically against his button down, "i try to be close to him and he just pushes me away, just wants to play his stupid games and pretend i don't exist."

"babygirl, i'm so sorry," he whispers, "what can i do?"

"just wanted to be near you," you sniff, "i only want you, i don't want him anymore."

you feel him tense a bit, tightening his grip around you, "are you gonna break up with him?"

you're not sure what to say, just cry harder into his shirt and revel in the way his arms tighten around you, keeping you safe and soothed. you both know that a breakup has been inevitable for a while, but you're both also aware of the way it'll affect the relationship the two of you share. you won't have an excuse to be at his house anymore, to sneak into his office and have your private moments. you'll have to start meeting in secret, in public. you've been putting it off for as long as you can.

"i don't wanna think about that right now," you whisper shakily, "i just wanted to feel like someone gave a shit about me."

"babygirl," he whispers, bringing his hand up to touch your chin and pull your face up to look at him, peering softly at you with his deep brown eyes, "i give a shit about you, i always will."

"but i've barely seen you lately," you figure you might as well tell him what's on your mind now that you're already baring your emotions to him, "you've been so busy with work. you haven't even kissed me in two weeks."

"two weeks?" his brow furrows again, "baby, i'm sorry. i didn't realize it'd been that long. c'mere," he leans down and kisses you softly, lips capturing yours in that quiet and secret way he reserves only for you, tender and gentle. you kiss back with fervor, tasting him on your tongue, relishing in the feeling of having him to yourself again.

"what do you need, sweetheart?" he whispers against your lips, "need to sit in my lap for a bit? need me to fuck you? just say the word, i'll give it you."

"just wanna know that you still care," your eyes still sting with tears despite the immense comfort you feel from being at his mercy once again, "you still want me, don't you, daddy?"

"yes, baby," he pulls back to look at you intensely, expression set in a sincere expression, "i want you all the time. i swear."

"prove it," you repeat, "show me."

his eyes darken then, throat bobbing as he nods and drops his arms from around you, "take off my belt, babygirl."

you do as you're told, pulling the belt from its loops and tossing it to the floor. you unzip his jeans and he helps you pull them down. you can already see the outline of his cock through his underwear, eyes widening when you see how hard he already is.

"you see that? that's what you did to me the second you came in my office," he breathes, and you feel his hand settle gently on your shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin of your neck, "that's all for you, only you."

you reach forward and palm him through his underwear, staring at the large bulge and swallowing when it twitches under your fingers, pulses. you stroke him slowly, still inhaling and exhaling deeply to stop your tears.

"mine," you whisper, squeezing his girth gently. you make quick work of pulling his cock from the confines of the fabric, salivating immediately when you see that he's already at his full size, throbbing and leaking profusely. your lips part and he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

"yours," he replies, "you're so beautiful, baby, can't help but get hard just from seein' you, huggin' you," he pulls back and gives you one of his special kisses, directly on the tip of your nose. you can't help but smile, warmth flooding your chest, "get on your knees, babygirl."

you kneel before him, peering up at him from your teary lashes as he strokes his hard cock a few times, the tip ghosting lightly against your lips. you open your mouth for him, silently urging him to slip inside. he shakes his head.

"i wanna show you how crazy you make me, baby," he breathes, stroking a bit faster, "wanna show you fast i can come just from looking at that pretty face."

you look up at him in awe, mouth closing and tears stinging your eyes again as you watch him come undone with just a few strokes, staring directly into your eyes.

"watch daddy's cock," he whispers, "see how bad i want you, baby? see how hard you make me?"

you bite down on your lip, watching his hand stroke his length up and down over and over again, pulsating and throbbing in his fist. the wide tip continues to drool over his fingers, onto the floor. your pussy is already starting to soak your underwear at the mere sight of joel losing himself like this.

"gimme your come, daddy," you mewl, face scrunching with desire as you look back up at his face and watch him come apart.

"could never say no to you, babygirl," he groans, and with one final stroke he finishes, cock bobbing pornographically in his hand as he aims the sticky tip at your face and releases his come all over your lips, your cheeks, your chin. you even feel some spurt against your forehead, dripping down the bridge of your nose. your eyes close involuntarily, focused entirely on the feeling of his warm release covering every inch of your face.

you stay kneeling on the floor with your eyes closed, breathing in and out slowly. you hear him tug his zipper back up and then he's helping you stand, leading you over to the couch in the corner of the room. you open your eyes again when you feel him crouch between your legs, pulling down your shorts and panties in one strong tug.

"what are you-"

he interrupts your query when he ducks his head between your thighs, places his mouth on your clit and begins to suck. you let out an obscene moan, tossing your head back as your hands find a place in his hair. you tug on his greying locks as he licks and sucks your pussy relentlessly, barely coming up for air as he devours you.

"oh fuck," you whimper, and you look down just in time to see him peering up at you through hooded and hazy eyes, drunk on his orgasm and your pussy, "joel, oh my god."

he pulls back for a moment, smirking deliciously, "you know better than to call me joel, sweetheart" he licks a stripe up your center, sloppy and loud, "who am i?"

"daddy," you say, voice wrecked as you grip the couch cushions for support, "you're my daddy."

"good girl," he murmurs, then sucks your clit into his mouth with no hesitation, smiles against your heat when you begin to shake and writhe with your orgasm. your eyes shut tightly and you're vaguely aware of a drop of joel's come sliding down your eyelash to your cheek, reminding you that his release is still all over your face.

"love treating my babygirl like the princess she is," he whispers as he stands up from between your legs and inches in beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close, "covered in daddy's come, pussy all swollen and satisfied, just what you deserve."

you hum in agreement, body lax against his on the couch. you feel him swipe a finger across your face, clearing up some of his release. you whimper when you feel him bring his fingers to your pulsing pussy, pushing his come inside of you and placing his hand over your hole to keep it in.

"this is mine," he murmurs, thumbing your clit gently, "you're mine. no one else's."

"i'm yours, daddy," you whimper, eyes still closed as joel swipes another fingerful of come off your face and repeats the previous gesture, slipping it past your throbbing entrance, "i don't wanna be with him anymore."

"okay, babygirl," he says softly, "we'll figure it out."

a sudden loud knock on the door snaps you both out of your private moment. you hear your boyfriend say your name on the opposite side, loud and firm followed by, "i know you're in there."

your eyes widen, a fear you've never felt before etched all over your face as you look frantically at joel. your expression is enough for him to understand your sudden horror.

you forgot to lock the door.

you both stand up, joel reaching for your panties at the same moment you reach for your shorts. he thrusts them at you and pushes you toward his office bathroom door, not saying a word in his absolute panic, just wanting to make sure you're hidden away. just as the bathroom door shuts with you inside, you hear the office door open.

"where is she?" you hear your boyfriend say angrily, "i heard her voice, i know she's here."

"calm down," joel says, stern and serious, "give her a minute, she's upset."

"she's fucking dramatic is what she is," your boyfriend growls, "jesus, dad, why are you always on her fucking side?"

"because she comes crying to me about you almost every time she's here," joel's voice is strained, clearly angry but holding back as best he can, "if you don't start treatin' her right, you're gonna lose her."

"i don't give a shit, she's not fucking worth it."

"no, you're not fucking worth it," joel says, voice getting louder, "why she's still with you is a fucking mystery to me, i didn't raise you to treat women like this."

"she's just a girl, dad. chill the fuck out."

"she is not just a girl," joel's voice is booming now, "and you'd fucking realize that if you actually talked to her."

the entire time they've been talking you've been quietly wiping your face, cleaning up as silently as you can while you listen to their argument. you toss the wet cloth in the hamper when you're done and press your ear up against the door, feeling tears prick in your eyes again. you're not sure what you're more emotional about, your boyfriend being horrible or joel defending your honor. either way you suppose a fresh outpour of tears will help the situation seem a little more normal when you leave the bathroom.

"i'm done with this," your boyfriend is saying, almost spitting with frustration, "stay out of it dad, i mean it. let me see her."

"give her a minute," joel repeats, "she needs some space."

"let. me. see. her." your boyfriend enunciates each word, voice harsh and rough; you can tell he's getting closer and closer to the bathroom door.

to save joel from doing something he'll regret you shove open the bathroom door, eyes downcast, "i wanna go home," you say quietly, tears streaming down your face again, "someone just take me home, please."

joel had immediately offered but your boyfriend had shut him down, walking toward you with softening eyes.

"i'm sorry, babe," he'd said, suddenly a different person now that he saw how upset you were, "i'll take you home."

now you're sitting in his car, watching the neon lights go by through the window as he drives you home in silence. it's raining and depressing and all you want is to be back with joel, safe and desired.

once you get to your house your boyfriend parks in the driveway and turns to look at you, "you ready to talk yet?"

you stare, "i have nothing to say."

he turns away from you, grinding his teeth together, "why are you always such a fucking bitch?"

you turn silently in your seat, arms crossed as you continue to stare out the window. you could get out of the car but you know he'll just follow you, probably start yelling in front of your house so all the neighbors can hear you. it's happened before.

"why do you always go to my dad?" he asks, shaking his head, "i don't get it. he gives terrible advice."

"maybe i don't go to him for advice," you say immediately. "maybe i go to him so someone will actually listen to me for once."

"well you're annoying the shit out of him is what you're doing," he says harshly, "he's just too nice to tell you to leave him alone."

"is that right?" you ask, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from absolutely losing it.

"yeah, that's right."

you sit in silence for a few more moments, still biting back all the awful things you want to say. i'm fucking your dad, you wish you could snarl at him, i call him daddy and he fucking loves it.

"listen... i'm sorry," he says turning to look at you again, "i know i'm an asshole sometimes."

you twist your mouth, tears still spilling over as you cross your arms tighter against your chest.

"let's just sleep on it, okay?" he murmurs, reaching over to push a strand of hair behind your ear, "and if you wanna break up with me in the morning then we'll deal with it."

you sigh shakily, nodding, "fine."

he strokes the skin behind your ear and you feel his fingers suddenly freeze. you look over at him and see him peering curiously at something.

"what?" you ask, confused.

"what's this in your hair?" he asks, making a face, "looks like..."

your eyes widen and you pull back immediately, "it's moisturizer, i was trying to make my face less puffy."

he stares at you, slightly confused by your reaction. his hand slowly comes down from your hair and he looks like he wants to say something, mouth opening and then closing again. instead, he turns away from you and puts both hands on the wheel, knuckles flexing white.

"i think you should get out now," he says quietly.

your eyes are still wide, unsure if he believes your lie or not. slowly you unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the handle of the door, still peering at him with a frightened gaze. he turns to look at you again, jaw set tightly.

"tell me that's not what i think it is," he says, voice hard and firm.

"it's moisturizer," you repeat, trying to keep your voice as relaxed as possible, "i swear."

he just continues to stare at you with an unreadable expression as you open the car door and get out. as soon as you shut it behind you his tires squeal against the pavement of your driveway, pulling out fast and dangerously. you watch his car disappear down the street as you stand there, goosebumps rising on your skin from the chilly nighttime air.

you yank out your phone and quickly send a text to joel, eyes still wide:

i think he knows.

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thank you sm for reading!! this little miniseries definitely isn't my best work by any means but it's fun to write. this one got way longer and way more plotty than i was expecting lmao but i hope it was enjoyable for somebody!

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #*#shit gets crazy idek how i got here #fic: bd!joel

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jakexneytiri · 2 years ago

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Hi, I can request dad! neteyam x reader, where we kiss children very much and for a long time (as we do our pets, cats are cool) hehe

hii!! yes you cannn 🥰

i want to preface this by explaining what pillow kisses are:

pillow kisses are when the parent sits beside their child, grabs both sides of the pillow that their head is resting on, and lifts it up enough so they can kiss the child’s forehead, then gently places them back down. it is a repeated motion, for as many letters as there are in the child’s name, or how many years old they are, the parent can choose.

pillow kisses

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

“txonuk! nima! come. time to get out of the water.” neteyam states, standing at the edge of the water with you, se’ayl, and tsantu.

neither of them move, still treading in the shoulder-deep water, giggling to themselves.

“we’re going make a quick stop to visit grandma and grandpa!” you say, trying to convince them to get out of the creek. jake and neytiri’s marui was on the way for you, and the children never missed an opportunity to see their grandparents.

nima gasps, but remains in the water, smiling to herself.

txonuk remains unphased, apart from treading in place.

“don’t make me come get you two.” neteyam says, in a slightly threatening tone.

keeping her lips just below the water, nima giggles, her laughter bubbling to the surface.

txonuk dares to even tread backwards, floating along the surface.

“very well.” neteyam wades into the water, disappearing below the surface.

nima squeals, frantically splashing now, looking around for her father in the water.

suddenly, txonuk screams, as neteyam resurfaces, grabbing and throwing him over his shoulder.

nima screams too, trying to swim away to the edge of the water, but neteyam scoops her up in his arms, walking both of them out of the water on his shoulders.

“daddy, downnn!” nima giggles, her laughter infectious.

“you had your chance, my mischievous children.” neteyam uses the hand supporting each child to begin tickling them, causing them both to erupt in a fit of laughter, squirming in your mates’ arms.

you take se’ayl and tsantu’s hands, as you walk the short distance to jake and neytiri’s marui.

swinging your childrens’ hands in yours, you approach the outside of your in-laws' humble abode.

“grandma!!” se’ayl shouts, letting go of your hand, running to her grandmother’s side.

neytiri turns, smiling as she crouches down to hold her arms out. “my sweet grandchildren, what a nice surprise.” she says warmly, kissing the top of se’ayl and tsantu’s heads, wrapping her arms around them.

“we went swimming at the creek!” tsantu says, happily.

neteyam sets both nima and txonuk down, who run to hug jake’s legs.

“the creek, huh?” jake asks, tousling txonuk’s hair and picking up nima.

“gwampa!!” nima squeals, wrapping her tiny arms around jake’s neck.

he chuckles, running his palm up and down her small back. “hi babygirl. look atcha, you’re gettin so big! ” he lightly tosses her in the air, which she loves.

“again, again!!” nima squeals, clapping her hands together.

“dad? momma?” txonuk questions, grabbing each of your hands, swinging them back and forth.

“yes, my son?” you both answer in sync.

“can we spend tomorrow with grandma and grandpa?” he asks, before yawning, rubbing a small fist against his eye.

you and your mate exchange a glance, before neteyam answers.

“i’m not sure, txonuk. grandma and grandpa are very busy, i-”

“of course they can.” neytiri cuts her son off, smiling at her grandchildren.

tsantu yawns, leaning his forehead against your leg. “mama, i’m sleepy.”

“this one’s gonna be out like a light any second.” jake chuckles, gently rubbing nima’s back, who’s eyes are struggling to stay open.

“we’d better get them home for a good nights sleep, then.” you smile and pick up tsantu gently, caressing the back of his head. you didn’t care that he was fully capable of walking himself, he was still your first born, and your baby.

neteyam takes nima from jake, gently removing her arms from around his neck.

kissing your in laws goodbye, you and neteyam lead your children home for the night.

entering your own marui, your children pile in, plopping on the mat where you all sleep, exhausted.

“mamaaa?” se’ayl yawns, grabbing her pillow.

“yes, my little love?” you say, kneeling to lay tsantu down.

“can you do pillow kisses tonight, please?”

you smile down at your daughter, tucking baby hairs behind her ear. “of course i can.”

“me tooo! i want kisses too!!” txonuk says, grabbing his own pillow.

neteyam settles beside you, his tail tickling your lower back. grabbing both sides of txonuk’s pillow, he raises his son’s forehead to his lips.

“t *kiss* x *kiss* o *kiss* n *kiss* u *kiss* k.” *kiss*

txonuk giggles the entire time, and neteyam joins, finding his son’s laughter contagious.

“goodnight, my little warrior. i love you.”

“night, dad. love you” txonuk yawns, closing his eyes.

you raise se’ayl’s pillow up, gently pressing your lips to her forehead.

“s *kiss* e *kiss* a *kiss* y *kiss* l.” *kiss*

se’ayl smiles, resting her hand on your cheek as she yawns, saying

“goodnight, mama. thank you for the pillow kisses.”

“goodnight, my little flower. i love you”

“love you.” she mumbles, half asleep.

moving to sit beside tsantu, you repeat the process.

“t *kiss* s *kiss* a *kiss* n *kiss* t *kiss* u.” *kiss*

tsantu raises his hands to your face then, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“goodnight, mama. i love you.”

“goodnight, my little warrior. i love you more.”

neteyam gently raises nima’s pillow up, as she’s already asleep, quietly whispering

“n *kiss* i *kiss* m *kiss* a.” *kiss*

and gently sets her back down, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

“goodnight my little flower, i love you. sweet dreams.”

finally, settling in for the night, you lay down next to your mate, trailing your fingers down his chest to his hip bone, and back up.

you lean over then, placing a plump kiss to his lips. he reaches up, cupping your cheek as he quickly deepens the kiss. before it grows to anything too intense, he pulls away, smirking before whispering “i can’t wait to have you all to myself tomorrow.”

“mmmmm. g’night. i love you.” you mumble against his chest, as the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulls you to sleep.

“goodnight, my love. i love you more.” he wraps his arms around you, before drifting off to sleep himself.

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swiftieblyth · 7 months ago

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Blyth Family: But Daddy I Love him, I’m having his baby:)

warnings-pregnancy, fluff, let me know what else

“You feeling okay?” Tom asked, sitting down next to you.

“Yeah,” you smiled looking down at your bump (you’re finally showing! It’s like you blew up over night) hands running along it. “I’m great.”

“Did I tell you, you look absolutely gorgeous?” Tom smirked, putting his hands on your bump, kissing up and down your neck.

“Mm, stop.” You moaned.

“Stop what? Stop telling my pregnant wife that’s she’s beautiful?” Tom whispered, kissing below your ear.

“Mm, stop. Tommy, stop, you’re gonna make me want more.”

“I’m sorry my love, you’re just so pretty.” Tom smiled, moving his kisses to your face.

“Tommy, do you want me to start making another one?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

There was a bark that knocked both of you out of your moment. “Lady!” You smiled, looking down at your princess. “Tommy, pick her up, I want to cuddle with her.”

“Of course my love.” Tom smiled, bending down and picking up Lady who gladly let him pick her up. “You want to cuddle with mummy and your baby brother or sister, princess?” Lady let out a little yelp as Tom started to hand her to you. “Just remember to be careful with Mummy’s tummy, your baby sibling is in there.”

“She will be.” You smiled, holding her to your chest as she licked your face. “Aww, my sweet little Lady, I love you so much! And so does your baby sibling.” All of a sudden your smile faded and tears threatened to spill.

“What is it, darling?” Tom asked, putting his hands on either of your shoulders. “Hey, what’s wrong, baby?”

“Tommy, I’m not going to be able to fit in any of my clothes.”

“Oh, honey.” Tom cooed, wiping a tear from your face. “Is that what you’re worried about, my love?” You nodded as he kissed your head. “That’s okay, we can go shopping. We’ll go tomorrow and get clothes for both home and the Bahamas. How does that sound?”

“I love you,” you cried.

“I love you more. I love you and our little babies so much.” Tom smiled, wrapping an arm around you. You held Lady in your arms as you leaned into Tom’s side, head resting in his chest. “It’s okay, love. Don’t worry about it. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”

“I know,” you cried.

“Sh, sh. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you. How about we watch a movie yeah?”

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“Tommy,” you whispered, the next morning, laying in bed and shaking him awake. “Tommy, wake up.”

“What is it my love?” He asked, turning to look at you.

“I’m hungry.”

“Okay, darling. What do you and the baby want?”

“I want coffee, but baby wants chocolate chip pancakes with syrup, wipe cream, and chocolate chips.”

“Okay. Hey, that’s okay, don’t cry.” Tom cooed, wrapping you up in his arms.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” Tom explained, kissing your head. “You can wake me up anytime you need me. How about we go out and get something to eat, and then get you some new clothes, yeah?”

“I’m too big to god out in public.” You pouted.

“No you’re not. You are the perfect size you need to be right now, okay?”

“I love you.”

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“Taylor!” You squealed when you saw her at the beach house you all were sharing.

“Y/N!” Taylor smiled, running up to you, and carefully hugging you. “How are you?”

“I’m good! I missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too, honey.” Taylor smiled, pulling away, looking down at your stomach. “Look at you, you’re getting so big, in a good way!”

“Thank you!” You smiled, looking down at your bump as Tom hugged Taylor and Travis walked in.

“There’s my babygirl!” Travis smiled.

“Hey, Trav,” you smiled, hugging him.

“How are you feeling? Feeling sick or anything?”

“Trav, I’m fine.” You smiled, pulling away, as Tom shook Travis’s hand.

“Come on, come set.” Taylor let out as Lady played with the cats. Well at least she tried to. Benji played at least. “So, I’m dying to know. Do you know the gender yet?”

“No, we’re waiting until we get home.” You explained, one hand wrapped around Tom’s waist, the other on your bump.

“We have an appointment for the Monday after we get back.” Tom smiled, one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him, the other running up and down your bump.

“Do you think you know what it will be?” Travis asked. “Or at least what you want?”

“Tom wants a girl, he thinks that’s what it’ll be. I just want my baby outside of me. I don’t care what the gender is.”

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“You tired Lady?” You asked, lying down on a towel in the sand with Lady laying next to you, your hand running over her back. “Mommy’s tired too. Baby’s making me tired.”

You felt water dripping onto you, and hands running along your bump. You looked up to see your husband smiling down at you.

“How are you doing love? Are you too hot? Did you put enough sunscreen on? Do you need the umbrella?”

“I’m tired, and my boobs freaking hurt, but otherwise I’m okay. How were the waves?”

“They were good.” Tom smiled, sitting I. The sand next to you. Lady heard him and jumped up, looking around for him.

“You here Daddy?” You smiled, looking at her.

She got up and did a little trot around you to get to him. “Hi, princess,” Tom chuckled, picking her up. She licked his arms tasting the salt water and quickly nuzzled into a comfortable position. “You’re so cute, my little princess.”

“She’s so spoiled.” You smiled, petting her.

“Yeah. But so is our other one going to be.” Tom added. “Taylor and Travis are out swimming, how about we head back and I give you a bath?”

“Will you message my boobs while you’re at it?”

“Of course honey. And we can also talk about names.”

“I love you.”

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“I love when you do this,” you hummed, lying in a bubble bath as Tom massaged your tender boobs carefully in his big hands.

“I know.” He smiled, looking down at you. Your head was leaning back on the tub, eyes closed and a tired but content smile on your face. “You starting to feel better?”

“Yes.” You hummed, slowly opening your eyes and seeing Tom’s baby blue eyes looking at you with love. “Thank you for doing this darling.”

“Of course, my love.” Tom smiled, kissing your head. “You wanna talk about names?”

“Well, ever since I was a teenager I knew what I wanted to name my future son.”

“And what would that be love?”

“Jonah. Like after my favorite story growing up.”

“I think that’s amazing my love. If we have a boy we’ll name him Jonah.”

“And what about if it’s a girl?”

“I always liked the name McKinley for a girl.”

“Oh, that’s pretty.” You smiled, closing your eyes again, as Tommy lightly squeezed your boobs. “I like that. If it’s a girl we should name her that.”

“You seem really tiered my love. How about I wash your hair and help you to bed.”

“I don��t want to go to bed with my hair wet.” You pouted.

“Then how about once we’re done, we go sit in bed, and I’ll braid your hair?”

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“Tommy,” you let out. You were sitting on the bed with Lady resting on your bump as Tom braided your hair. “You’re going to start having to do this all the time. You’re so good at it.”

“Well, thank you my love.” Tom smiled. “How about when I’m done I go put some of those frozen pizzas in the oven for us?”

“That sounds amazing! When there done will you bring me the ice cream to put on them?”

“Of course, honey.” Tom smiled, kissing your head.

💜💜💜

y/nblyth posted

Taylor and Triv said swimming. Daddy said surfing, Lady said cuddle and be cute. Mummy said sleepy. And baby said make Mummy sleepy.

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You let out a small moan as you stirred awake. You smiled as you felt Tom’s arms wrapped around your waist, hands on your bump, Lady resting on your bump, cuddling into your chest.

You carefully picked up Lady who fluttered her eyes open.

“Hi, princess,” you smiled, bringing her to your face. She liked your face and let out a noise. “Shh, Daddy’s still asleep.” You whispered, kissing her head. “Mummy needs to pee, how about you cuddle with Daddy.”

Lady wagged her tail as you put her on your pillow and carefully moved Tom’s hands.

He moaned and wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Where you going?” He mumbled, sleep very present in his voice.

“I need to pee honey.” You let out moving his arms. “Go back to sleep, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he mumbled, holding Lady to his bare chest.

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After you went to the bathroom you snuck out of the bedroom and out to the front porch.

You were setting on a rocking chair, looking out at the ocean, listening to the waves, hand on your bump as you thought about everything.

“I thought I heard you come out here,” Taylor said, gaining your attention as she sat on the chair next to you. “What are you thinking about?”

“Life,” you let out, looking at her.

“What about life?”

“Everything. The baby, Lady, Tom, me. My family. And what I’m going to do next.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean I’m about to be a mom. And that’s terrifying.” You let out.

“Hey,” Taylor let out, putting her hand on your, on top of the bump. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“It’s just terrifying. And the fact that I’m growing a life inside of me and that I’ll have to push them out. Taylor I’ve never been more scared in my life.”

“I know honey. But you have Tom and Lady. You have me and Triv, Rachel and Josh. Honey y oh have everyone to help you through this. We’re all going to be here for you. Especially Tom. Yiu know that.”

“I know.” You breathed. “It’s just what am I going to do? I can’t just sit around for twenty ish weeks growing a baby. I need to be able to do something.”

“Arn’t you working on some books?”

“I was. But I just don’t know if I’m going to do that anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Taylor, I’m going to have a baby. I’ll need to be able to take care for them, and Lady. And J know how much Tom loves his job. And babies have such a high risk of feeling rejected and abandoned, so I just don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go back. I don’t want my baby to feel that way. Tom and I already love them so much and nothing will change that, and I want them to know it.”

“Honey,” Taylor let out, cupping your face as a few tears fell to you cheeks. “Look at me. That baby isn’t even born yet and has half the world loving them. And all of your friends and family already loves them so much and can’t wait to take turns looking after them. And Lady loves them, she’s going to have so much fun playing with them. And honey, most importantly you and Tom love this baby more than anyone does. Your baby’s never going to feel rejected or unloved or abandoned or anything. It’s going to be hard at first, yeah. But talk to Tom about this. He won’t want you quoting anything okay? You two will be able to work something out on how to maintain and continue both of your careers as well as taking care of your family and baby.”

“Thank you.” You cried as Taylor got up.

“Of course honey.” Taylor smiled, getting on her knees and hugging you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too so much!”

💜💜💜

y/nblyth posted

I had I great time in the with Tay and Trav! And of course my wonderful husband, and our babies. Lady was so cute and cuddly, and baby girl Blyth was enjoying herself, making her mummy tired! But we still love her so much and can’t wait to meet her!

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lucky-clover-gazette · 1 year ago

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white out is probably one of the more notable episodes of she ra bc it's just catra at her absolute worst behavior, like objectively the portal had far greater consequences but i think the cold got to her in this one bc she's such a fucking menace. "looks like you're mine now adora" "always so perfect, look at you now. you're coming back to the horde under my command" "i wonder which of your friends i'll have you annihilate first" "I'VE GOT CONTROL OVER ADORA. I'M NOT GIVING THAT UP." like when corrupted she ra throws catra at the ground like a ragdoll she deserves it, 100%, no questions asked. there isn't even a time/space anomaly making catra act up, they just put her in outpost 31 from the thing with her ex and suddenly she's the homoerotic joker.

even scorpia's briefly like "ahahah maybe i don't want to have a crush on catra after all" bc she's acting like such a freak. but also scorpia spends the entire episode trying to ask catra out, and tells adora, "you two, even when you're trying to kill each other, you can tell there's a real bond" and she is JEALOUS of that?? actually you know what this is also a catradora at their worst behavior episode too, like the way they immediately start trash talking and then ditch everyone to scrap the second they see each other is beyond unprofessional. catra's favorite number is canonically 42069 (confirmed by nate stevenson) and adora knows this by heart. if those two idiots were in the same room for five minutes while adora's on loopy mode the show would actually just end, and this episode fucking KNOWS it and refuses to give us the satisfaction. bro. scorpia telling loopy adora that catra is misunderstood and shouldn't SHE know that better than anyone else is just like. wow. ouch. rude. scorpia is actually the mvp of this episode she straight up judges adora to her FACE for abandoning catra and swears not to do the same, even though honestly she probably should, because catra fucking SUCKS in this one. scorpia reveals that "catra once used my rock-hard exoskeleton as a nail file" why?? why would you let this happen?? stop simping she's not worth it!! but scorpia is still the mvp bc at the end of the episode she just straight-up realizes that catra is out of her goddamn mind and breaks the 'controlling she ra' disk for catra's own good bc clearly something about low temps and her ex makes catra go 25% more feral than usual and it's pretty cringe. it's like when i dispose of the dead fly my cat has been antagonizing for the past twenty minutes like babygirl i don't like the person you become when you're in these conditions!! and of course OF COURSE we get literally two seconds of sober wordless communication between catra and adora that's just like ohhhh adora's gonna remember this one, you're going to be doing the dishes for the first fifteen years of your relationship once this galactic war shit wraps up and you save the universe by kissing with tongue. oh my god, what the fuck is with this show. how does this show exist. how does this episode exist. how does catra exist. they put this gay catgirl in an environment under 32 degrees farenheit for one episode and it's enough to make her say some of the most toxic, deranged dialogue in the entire series. i think soup would fix her, and also a cocktail of psychiatric medication and cognitive behavioral therapy. she sneezes like a kitten and needs a weighted blanket in the evil uber away from cringefail summit as she's mentally drafting the 'i fucked up' email to her boss. she thanks scorpia and shares the blanket with her bc she's so exhausted by her own bullshit. she ra and the princesses of power season 2 episode 5 white out is for the cold gay heartbroken bitches and it might just be one of the series' best. looks like you're mine now adora, good fucking night.

#she ra #spop #catra #catradora #i have the urge to write fic how did i not write fic of this ever

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t0ast-ghost · 6 months ago

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Hmmm mmmmmm I have so many boys thoughts and since I’m not sleeping tonight I guess I’ll write them down:

(Spoilers for the Boys season 4. Don’t cry over spoiled milk show! Go watch it for yourself)

- Truthfully I didn’t like Hughie in the second episode they just made him (super forcefully) bring up his mom. I did really like all his other bits though especially the stuff we’re getting into with a-train (really hope they actually go through with giving him plot, since he’s supposed to be the main character and all that or whatever)

- every time a character got close to another I legitimately asked if they were gonna kiss

- butcher is my wet cat sad puppy murdering babygirl, he’s slaying this season by actually communicating and I hope it stays that way

- This is the second time I’ve seen Jeffrey Dean Morgan play a horrible person willing to weaponize children for their cause… and he’s good at playing that part (I feel they gave his character a lot of what Butcher was in the comics)

- I really do like what they’re doing with A-Train

- I really do hate what they’re doing with Annie and Firecracker, I get they have to have personal conflict but this feels shallow and although it’s believable that this grudge would last I think there should have been more thought put into the stakes of their relationship (Curry and Moriaty’s acting was so good for the bit where Firecracker threatens her but the stakes are so low and the hatred in the writing doesn’t feel built up enough for her to have that big of a reaction to the threat)

- Going back to Hughie and his mom, I think Quaid’s acting for the bits with his mom were phenomenal, I could relate to his frustration and his sadness was palpable. I think a lot of their moments didn’t feel great and I couldn’t put my finger on it but the conversation about how her depression lead to her leaving felt like the truth finally came out and now it’s hopefully going to feel a bit more like things are moving forward for them

- I’m a little surprised they actually had a character like splinter. Simply because he felt straight out of the comics, and I know how much they’ve veered away from the comics. I really liked the scene where Butcher got to take out a bunch of them simply cause he got to be good ‘ol Billy Butcher

- Homelander has me on a roller coaster because I was going to write a post while watching about how they write him really well in a mindfuck kind of way because you slowly start realizing you’re relating to his character and you can understand his actions, and right before I wrote that post he told the deep to suck off a train and I stopped dead in my tracks. I was legitimately scared in that moment because that also felt like something out of the comics but the difference is that the tv show wouldn’t or at least didn’t go through with it

- Homelander this season is even more brilliantly acted, and seeing him with Sage is a new interesting experience. I was trying to figure out Sage’s motivations and I thought I knew but really I didn’t know because I was trying to say she was fighting for a cause. That is wrong. She is constantly manipulating the people around her but it is solely to benefit herself and her happiness. Yes, she helps Homelander and is honest with him because that is the best way to keep herself happy and alive. She’s smart enough to know that manipulating him or trying to agree with everything he says will be a dead end. She’s still trying to please him and is ultimately playing by his rules but she’s the smartest player because she knows being inauthentic will only end up losing you power, and if you’re on the end of two hot glowing red orbs anyway, why not at least have an actual say

- The gore is going well so far. I’ve appreciated it. Especially the beetlejuice-esque scene where Kimiko has her face torn off and you only see the back of her head and the reactions

- Ryan has so many good scenes. His scenes with Homelander are punctuated by quiet, you can hear every thought screaming through, but what would saying any of it actually accomplish? His scenes with Butcher are so heartfelt, I’m glad they’re finally able to talk. But Ryan still dealing with his grief and guilt is heartbreaking. And on top of that him thinking that the closest person to his mom seemingly hates him and would never want him adds so much to the emotional confusion that he’s experiencing. He obviously needs to leave Homelander, but he still doesn’t want to leave his dad which makes sense because this is currently the only source of love he has from anyone and it was promised unconditionally (even though it is very conditional)

- Frechie’s gotta tell that guy that he killed his family but I was really glad they gave him a boyfriend. I forgot that him and Kimiko weren’t a thing so I got really excited that Frenchie was getting to be awesome and polyamorous. I am glad that Kimiko has asserted that they are friends tho

- I am so intrigued by the brain worm

Thoughts upon second rewatch:

- Opening could’ve been bloodier or more horrific. They toned it down :( but the flesh and blood melting off that guys face was pretty good. And the Todd scene is pretty horrific.

- The way Ryan and Homelander speak in unison about people being ants is so telling, and makes sense with the later context of Homelander wanting Ryan to be an exact replica of himself

- The way that Ryan in this season is so focussed on fear, because he is scared but the people around him won’t admit to that, so when Butcher finally communicates with him and tells him that he’s most afraid of dying without making amends I think that finally gains Ryan’s trust back

- They really are changing Butcher’s character, he’s not just ‘do thing to get thing and it’s justified by the end result’ he’s finally thinking about the people around him and considering them even if the results aren’t fast. He doesn’t give the info to Vick, he doesn’t drug Ryan, and he’s really trying to help even if he is still being a shit about it

- The talk between Vick and Homelander in the opening is sooooo good cause of HL’s little voice crack, he’s losing it

- KIMIKO PAINTS HER NAILS!!! they’re blue :)

- I feel like Hughie’s hatred towards Vicky is forced upon him. Like I guess he hates that she lied to him (but if he thought about it he’d realize that it’s reasonable for her to want to hide her powers especially since she’s been shamed about them for most of her life) and I get they have very different views with her under vought’s thumb and all. But since they’re recruiting A-Train I’m wondering if there’ll ever be a bit of a redemption for her cause I feel like wanting supes to be allowed to live like normal people is not a bad thing, it’s just that she’s working with people who view supes as superior

- “He killed that poor cunt in broad daylight, and they fucking cheered.” Alongside Homelanders “I save people, they cheer. I fucking kill people, they cheer.” is like, they both understand this fact. Homelander will get what he wants no matter what and Billy wants to take him down a notch. Same as always and yet so many changes.

- I missed that the acid that Hughie threw on Vick was Frenchie’s creation the first time around. Also missed Hughie’s failed pep talk, I love that loser. I didn’t miss that no one else is able to understand Kimiko, which sucks

- I want Karl Urban and Simon Pegg to be in the same room again but that’s just my star trek fan talking

- Is that the first time Hughie and Butcher properly hug in the series?

- There’s a weird obsession with phones this season. Especially with hanging up on people. Also an obsession with “no/yes, sirs” which I think is them upping the show of power dynamics

- I thought that octopus sounded familiar. It’s Tilda Fucking Swinton.

- “He always knew he was destined for greatness, because he came from greatness.” Good job guys. I see your little joke

- I did not notice that all the guys setting up Firecracker’s stage were splinter who is played by Rob Benedict (Chuck in Supernatural)

- One of the background noises at the Truthcon mentions an “Alex Jones look alike contest”

- When Ryan throws Koi against the wall in other shows that would be his turning point. The point in which there’s no going back for him. So I’m really glad that it’s just the point in which he needs to talk to someone, that it really does upset him. Unfortunately he goes from one horribly emotionally repressed man to a slightly less emotionally repressed man who is dying

- I hope whoever that person that Kimiko knows turns into a new found family member

- M. M slowly realizing why Butcher was such a bitch to everyone on the team. And it’s because no one listens. Ever. Unless you’re actively threatening them in one way or another

- I don’t know what that bloody metal rod in Sage’s room means even after a rewatch. So I guess I’ll find out.

- Closing thoughts; bring in more A-Train and Hughie moments (also get people to call him Reggie so I don’t have to write A-Train every time)

Hughie has weed in his desk

If y’all wanna talk about this with me (especially after reading all that) feel free to do so

Uhhh more thoughts here

#the boys #the boys tv #the boys season 4 #the boys spoilers #the boys season 4 spoilers #hughie campbell #billy butcher #annie january #a train #kimiko the boys #frenchie the boys #mm the boys #homelander #ryan the boys #television t0ast talks

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edytae · 2 years ago

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Spoiled (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: Taehyung loves providing you.

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: Taehyung speaks filthy but he is whiny at first.

word count: 2112

A/N1: this to everyone who are thinking to print their own money as the tuition fees are ridicilously high.

A/N2: I CANNOT believe how many people enjoyed my last fic :(( Thank you everyone. Please check out my latest work: Puppy Daddy and my all Taehyung-smut masterlist.

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Taehyung sighed deeply as his hips rutted against you desperately. “Baby… baby…” He whined and whined.

You tried to carefully hold your champagne glass filled with sparkling water. “Taehyung! I am gonna spill this all over you.” You tried to stop his needy hips but oh boy he was turned on.

“Baby… Give me a kiss.” He was sitting on top of you, clearly not minding his tall frame, facing you with his dreamy eyes and shaky hands. Even though his weight made you stay underneath him, you enjoyed how much he was turned on.

You gladly gave him the kiss he asked for. He gently kissed around your lips before delving into your mouth and taking it more steamy. Meanwhile, he kept a firm hold on your face and kept moaning into the kiss.

“Please… Please, baby…” He whispered in almost a cry. You looked up at him chuckling, “Since when you are a whiny boy for sex?” His manner was a little different than normal. Usually, he would be less whiny and more leading.

“Let me pay for it…” He whispered when you thought he was breathless. His breath on your ear was very stimulating to your core. You looked up at him in confusion. Was he in role-playing mode? You were definitely not ready to get your dom act together.

“Baby boy…” You murmured.

Taehyung painfully laughed. “No.. Not like that…” Your confusion grew larger.

“Let me pay for your degree.” He offered and went back to kissing you. Now, you were properly confused. Why was he offering this? As if he could actually read your mind, Taehyung explained while his hips got quicker against your hips. He was literally a horny teenage boy.

“You are so fucking hot and so fucking smart. Baby… Please let me pay for your school. Ughh… Please… My baby…” His hands grabbed your glass and put it aside.

“Taehyung, are you okay, baby?” You asked, laughing at his needy moves. He joined you in a pathetic smile, “No… Yes? I am so fucking horny….”

You laughed even harder, “Because that I got into graduate school?”

His eyebrows creased in an adorable pout. “Don’t make fun of me. I am so fucking hard because of you. My lovely fiancée got into one of the best schools in the world…”

Taehyung kissed up from your chest to your ear and gave you one of the best cheesy lines you ever heard. “And now I want to get into you, baby.”

It was fair that you let out a cringy laugh, Taehyung took that with pride. “I want to be your sugar daddy, come on. I will pay for it, babygirl... Mine…” He cutely growled at the end.

“Mmmh, sure…” You pretended to be his spoiled girl and he fucking loved it. “Yes, be my naughty girl. My spoiled babygirl… And I will discipline you, okay?” He could if he had stopped shaking like a leaf from how much turned on he was.

“You smell so good, baby. My love, you are the most amazing woman I ever met. Fuck and you are so soft…” He sighed while caressing your thighs.

“Taehyung, please get off my lap, my legs hurt!” You complained as his frame on you started to hurt.

He didn’t oppose and quickly sat next to you. “Come on, lay on my lap…” He tugged your arm hurriedly. You kept giggling, “Do you want to spank me?”

As he pulled you onto his lap, “Later, later… Just me and you. My good babygirl.” He rubbed his face into your neck, almost like a cat. “Oh, baby…” He sighed. “You are so brilliant… I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Taetae. I am glad my acceptance letter got you this hard.” As you rolled your hips over his thighs, you felt how ready he was. Taehyung nodded as he kissed your chest over your shirt.

“My smart babygirl… You are my sweetest.” His hands easily grabbed your tits over your shirt. His large warm palms made you shiver.

He undressed you smoothly as he kept sweet talking to you. He was gentle and calm but still desperate.

When you were completely naked on his lap, his desperation really kicked in. You couldn’t help but comment on his low grunts and groans. You caressed his chest, “Sir is horny because of me?” Your fake innocent voice made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. It was funny how easily you could feed him into his kink.

“Fuck, baby…” Taehyung threw his head back on the couch as your hips worked over his crotch, smearing your stringy juices to his pyjamas. “Yeah… Sir is ready for his babygirl. I want to spoil my babygirl.” His hand landed on your ass, “Of-fuck!” You breathed into his mouth.

“Spoil my babygirl… Buy her clothes, jewellery…” He listed as you sloppily kissed around his mouth. “Take care of my love…” He let you kiss down his neck while he continued, “I will pay for your tuition. I will pay for everything because you are mine. My babygirl, my girlfriend, the love of my life… Y/N,” He slurred.

“Now, take my cock out, baby. Come on, ride me like a good girl.” He patted your ass and looked at you with gentle eyes. He was always weighing your reactions.

You gulped when you fished his dick out from his baggy bottoms. “There you go, he is yours to play with…” Taehyung whispered into your ear as you looked down while biting your lips.

“Sir gave you a large toy, huh?” Taeahyung’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you gave him little tugs.

“There you go, start slowly…” Taehyung melted into the couch as your hands did wonders on him. He could genuinely cum just from this slow, impeded pace.

“Tae…” You weren’t in the mood to jerk him off. You needed that cock in you right away. As if Taehyung could read your mind, he nodded when you dropped your wet cunt over his shaft.

Taehyung hissed loudly, you jolted away. “You- you’re just so wet.” Taehyung kept a firm hand on your hips and brought you back to him.

“Because you made me so wet.” You pouted while bouncing yourself over his long shaft. As he was sitting down, it wasn’t easy to feel him rub against you. If he was laying down, you could feel that long dick rub onto your clit his best glory. Taehyung saw your attention to get the best stimulation.

“Why don’t you sit on it, baby? Take me in and swirl your hips around it, mhmm? You like that, don’t you?” He offered.

“Let’s do it slowly. You aren’t stretched very well. Go slow… Baby-” You weren’t seemed to care about his calm guidance. So Taehyung stopped you firmly, one hand on your hips and the other one on your face. “You are going to listen, Sir, okay? Do what he tells you…”

Taehyung placed a wet kiss on your puckered lips when you nodded.

“Now, take it slowly.” His arms returned to the back of the couch, spreading his arms cockily as you desperately tried to take his cock in.

“Yes, just like that babygirl. Take the tip in only. Tease yourself nice and good. Hah, look at yourself dripping onto my thighs… You are a messy girl, aren’t you? No, don’t apologize. You better drip on me, paint me in your juices.”

You spurred, hiding your face into his neck. “You are already huge and you keep making it difficult with all that dirty talk…” You groaned.

“You are a sucker for my dirty talk, baby.” Taehyung rolled his hips slightly up, just enough to dirty your skin with his precum.

“Fuck, yes I am.” You confessed breathlessly and continued where you left off.

“There you go, yes, that’s amazing, babygirl. You are doing so well.” This time you were more comfortable with taking him in.

“I can already feel that warm cunt… Good girl. You are listening very well. Now, try going deeper, baby. Can you do that for me? Just a bit deeper… There you go, yeah fucking whine for me.”

You stopped holding his dick and dug your fingers into his shoulders. It helped you have a better balance and get closer to your smoking-hot boyfriend.

“Bounce for me, baby. Come on you know you can take all of this cock. It is yours…” He uttered his words to your ear with his warm breath on your shoulders. He knew how to get you excited only with his words. You gave him back by following his words. You sat above his dick, placed your hands on his shoulder and started to bounce with half of his dick in you. The pleasure kicked in seconds later. “Taehyung! Baby…” Your back arched on his lap, tits rubbing to his chin as he spread his thighs.

“Look at yourself… Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Keep going, keep riding.” He helped you bounce on him with his generous hands on your ass. “Go at your own pace. Don’t force-” Taehyung groaned halfway through his sentence when you decided to take him deeper and deeper with every bounce.

“Y/N…” He sighed when he was covered by your walls. “You are such a nice girl for me. Nice, spoiled girl.” He kissed your shoulders.

“Tae…” You let a warning moan for him.

“Yes, baby?” He rubbed your ass.

“Can I cum?” You asked with a bounce. He was hitting where you needed him, and it showed on your face. How could he say no to you when the pleasure already painted your face? “Please, I have been a good girl for you…” You tried to persuade him by swirling your hips around him.

“Yes, baby. Use my dick to get yourself there, okay? Don’t even hesitate…” Taehyung gave himself to you and get ready to support you.

After that, only your screams and slurs filled Taehyung’s ears. You bounced around him at the angle you wanted as he sat under you, clenching his stomach, trying not to cum before you.

Seconds later, you started whining.

“Oh, do you like my dick that much? Are you gonna cry on my cock like a slut? I thought I trained my babygirl better than this?” Taehyung’s fake pity made you even whinier.

“But, it goes so deep, Sir…” You whined because your sensitive walls needed a release.

“I know, baby. You only take it the way you feel comfortable…” Taehyung brought his hands to your tummy and caressed it lovingly, but you shook your head to the sides violently.

“No! No, I want it all the way in. Taehyung, please, let me have it.” You begged him even though you were in the power to take whatever you wanted.

“Oh, baby… You can just take it as much as you can.” Taehyung tried to remind you as you continued begging him sweetly.

“Or you just want to be spoiled, huh? Is that you want? Is that why you cry like little whore? You just want me to give it to you.” Taehyung sighed lovingly as he thrust up to your figure on him. “I will give you all the cock you need, baby. Keep yourself nice and steady, and Sir will give you everything you want. There we go… Take it nice for me. Come on scream for me Y/N…” His hands returned to their previous places, but this time he had his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Aahh, I feel that cunt squeezing me dry… Such a nice, tight, warm pussy you have for me, baby. I want it to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum on my dick nicely like a spoiled girl you are? Let it go for me. There you go, cum for me.”

Your back arched back as your high approached you. He was thrusting up to get you there, “Cum for me, you little horny slut.” As you got closer, Taehyung squeezed your neck slightly.

“My babygirl, taking my dick that she can’t handle. But look at you going crazy for my dick. You gonna cum on it, baby? Cum for me, give it to me. Give me fucking show, come on.”

It sting when you dug your nails into Taehyung’s shoulder and came in a violent shudder. You shook on his lap while his dick stood planted inside you. Your quick breaths and tight cunt easily made him ooze his load into you.

“You did amazing, Y/N… Shh, stay here.” He caressed your shaking back as he hugged you into his chest. You indulged in his scent for hours after.

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If you liked this, you might also like Puppy Daddy and Best Dad-dy.

#taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut #bts taehyung smut #v smut #bts v smut #taehyung oneshot #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fanfic #bts kim taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fancfic #masterlist #edytae

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maverickbabes · 11 months ago

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Kinkmas Day 6 - Thigh Fucking "Ma girl"

Kinkmas Day 6

Neytiri x female!navi!omatikaya!reader!

Warnings: thigh riding, some cursing/cussing, reader is sub and neyriti is dom as always ;), neytiri eating out reader, petnames: pretty girl, yawne, princess, babygirl, darling, i think that's it

Neytiri hovers over you as she admires the view she has. Your braids sprawled out, your big doe eyes widen with desire, your dark blue skin flushed with a pink hue. "You look so pretty right now y/n, so pretty" Neytiri coos as she gives your lips a gentle kiss before trailing her way down your body.

"ma yawne please don't tease" you whimpered as you arched your back in anticipation. You could feel her mouth get closer and closer to your heat, her tongue leaving a trail which gave you goosebumps. "But I love teasing you darling" Neytiri says seductively as she gave you a flirty wink then dived her mouth to your core.

A moan leaves your lips as you feel her tongue press flat against your other set of lips, lapping up all your juices. "Mmm you taste so good princess, so fucking good" She mumbles against your heat, the vibration of her voice sent your eyes rolling. She began eating you out like there was no tomorrow, like you were her last meal.

"Ah Ah Ah" You moan over and over again as you try to move your hips away but Neytiri has other plans. She grabs your hips and pulls you closer to her, the tip of her tongue teasing your bud. You looked down and the sight you saw almost made you cum right there.

Neytiri's eyes bore into yours as she watched you watch her eat you out.

Her fangs grazing against your soft lips

Her tongue lapping you up like a cat

her lips sucking up all your juices til she sucked you dry

"I'm gonna cum please neytiri please don't stop" You beg her and almost immediately she stops, her lips glistening with your juices. "W-What why did you stop" You ask her sitting up with a dumbfounded look on your face.

"Youre gonna ride me" She says as she helps you sit up straight and pulls you onto her thigh. "Ooh" you mumbled as you feel her soft skin against your soaked heat. "Ride me babygirl" Neytiri instructs and you nod your head while slowly moving your hips back and forth.

Neytiri lets out a moan and you grab her chin to make her face you and you start kissing her passionately. She trails her hands up your body as she began fondling with your breasts. You start to quicken your pace as you break off the kiss and start kissing along her neck and collarbone.

"Fuck darling" She moans as she grips your hips and tightens up her thigh muscle. The roughness against your sensitive bud was enough to get you going. You started gasping and panting as she help guide your hips faster and quicker.

"Imma cum" You tell her as you lean down and began kissing and sucking on her breasts. "Me too babygirl me too" She moans as she quicken her pace with her fingers rubbing her bud.

"Ah!" You practically screamed as you came undone on her thigh and she follows you seconds later coming in her hand. Both of you were breathing deeply and she grabs your face and kisses you gently.

"I love you my pretty girl" She says cheekily and you giggled before giving her a peck on the nose.

"I love you too darling"

an: cheezy ending I know but what can I say I love it 😂

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #neytiri fanfiction #neytiri sully #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #neytiri avatar #neytiri #neytiri x y/n #neytiri x reader #neytiri x you #neytiri x fem!reader #neytiri smut #avatar kinkmas

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 years ago

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Pascal characters' fave sex positions

It's probably been done before, but let's have fun. Doing (heh) the ones I've written.

Frankie. My boy wants eye contact. Would be into tantric sex, if he only knew what it was. Favourite position is lotus. You on top, but both of you doing the work. Slow and intimate, both hands free to roam and caress. Kissing, or foreheads together as you rock gently in rhythm. Plenty of opportunity to go harder, if need be. You gorgeous tits near his face. He's in heaven.

Javi P. From behind. Duh. He wants it hard and fast. Even when it's serious, and he's opened up to you, is devoted to you, and has started to heal from all the shit that happened in Colombia, he needs to lose himself in the grip of your cunt, the sweat running down his body, your wails of pleasure, the way your pretty ass bounces with each thrust. The messed up lad has some issues but knows what he likes, ok?

Ezra. Anything goes as long as your legs are on his shoulders and you're holding on to something for dear life.

Dieter. Amazon. Hoo boy does this babygirl love to be fucked by you in that position! Legs akimbo in the air, you bouncing on his dick like he's nothing but a sex toy to you. That's the good shit. He's gonna marry the fuck outta you.

Mando. One day he wants to be able to remove his helmet and have really intimate missionary sex with you, but he's not there yet, poor guy. Until then, the touch-starved little critter has to make do with the next best thing: your soft, round ass. God, it drives him wild to see that ass bounce. His favourite, therefore, is you reverse riding him. He mourns the fact that he can't gaze into your eyes and bask in the pleasure that he sees in them, but he is a patient man. He'll get there, eventually. For now, he enjoys the fuck out of your slow ride or energetic bouncing, your beautiful butt there for him to grab. Tin can man needs softness in his life, okay?

Marcus M. This is a man who will lie next to you and kiss and caress you for three hours straight before he slides into you and fucks you slowly on your side. It's not the most practical position but he wants both of you to be comfortably reclined, and in full body contact. At some point you're just sharing limbs and there is no telling where you end and he begins. It's really nice.

Joel. This middle-aged, broken piece of sweet, competent garbage fucks hard and fast because death lurks around every corner and this time could be his last. He'll dig so deep into you in missionary that you're sure he'll reemerge with gold or something. You always walk funny after. His knees always hurt. It's worth it.

Pero. He will have his dick sucked, thank you. The women he gets involved with are unsanitary and he doesn't need a new itch down there. Learn that the hard way. (Feral lil shit never stops to think about how often he washes his dick, though.) He will fuck a pair of nice big titties, too. No woman ever got knocked up from having her face painted white, if you catch my drift.

Dave. To suburban murder daddy it's not so much the position as it is the location. He loves danger, and lives for any kind of risky fornication he can think of: Walmart's parking lot, in the backseat with tinted windows, restaurant bathroom, his home office during a phone conference, the cinema, Thanksgiving dinner at his parents' house... you get it. He is the fingering king who can get you off with the crook of one of his fingers faster than any vibrator, before he presses you up against the wall or bends you over to fuck you fast and hard, before people start to wonder what's going on.

Oberyn. Hanging upside down in a trapeze or some shit. King is an athlete. Don't let the constant eating and lazy cat-in-a-sunny-spot manners fool you. He's just fuelling up.

#frankie morales #javier peña #dave york #ezra #dieter bravo #pero tovar #oberyn martell #marcus moreno #joel #the mandalorian #my fic #headcanons

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 2 years ago

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His.

Part of the what if series, Mafia life universe.

Pairing: Elvis x reader.

Warning: INCEST! Kinda cheating? The reader doesn't know yet, Threatening, Jealousy, Mention of sex, Dark Elvis, Sexual harassment, bipolar Elvis (Elvis is 40, the reader is 18)

Summary: You and Elvis just got married 5 weeks ago. One of Elvis's men is getting married so Elvis being the king he was, decides to fund and host the wedding but when the groom flirts with His new wife and daughter his happy mood completely changes.

(A/n: it's luke's Jerry schilling)

You sang baby, let's play house, brushing your hair, and you smiled happily when you catch a glance of the big diamond on your finger, it all still feels like a dream. You married the man that many women would die for to be in your place you finish brushing and start on your makeup, it had to be simple, a light blue eyeshadow with a black cat wing would wor—"Boo!" Elvis grinned and laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist "Elvis!" you exclaimed "Wha? I couldn't help it darlin' ya was just so cute." Elvis chuckled as he kisses your neck. You rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head "What am I gonna do with you?" you asked turning around in his arms "Love me?"Elvis answered, you just let out a soft hum as you looked into his enchanting eyes and pulled Elvis into a kiss.

Before the kiss could become heated Jerry's voice called out "E.P! (N/N)! The party is startin'." Elvis pulled away and sighed "Let's go down." he grabbed your hand and walked out of the luxury bathroom, leading you downstairs to the before party. The Bachelor and bridal party were held from different sides of the mansion Elvis being Elvis, he wanted you by his side, so you both walked to the Bachelor party while playing with your husband's rings "George ya dog!" Elvis grinned letting go of your hand and opening his arms for a hug, said man hugged Elvis smiling as they pat each other's back.

You smiled softly at the sight of your husband so happy for his friend, but your smile became strained once you saw the way the groom checking you out 'Maybe he just likes my dress! It is pretty and it's matching Elvis's suit..right?' "George since I had ya on a mission you didn't get to meet my new wife" Elvis's gesture to you, you waved awkwardly at George "She quite the beauty." he smiled at you with a hint of lust in his eyes "I know she is," Elvis said a smug look on his face as if he knew something you both didn't know.

"So how's you and—DON'T TOUCH THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Elvis started but stomped after one of his wasted men, leaving you and the groom alone.

"So how old are you?" he asked putting his hands in his suit jacket "18," you replied looking around for your husband, he hummed "Dose he fuck you good? I doubt it he's not young well not like me. What you say babygirl?" he moved uncomfortably closer, you could feel his hot breath hit your cheeks, trying too hard to be seductive.

A sharp whistle catches everyone's attention and George quickly moves away from you "it's time for the ugly bastard to get married!" Jerry said causing a roar of laughter to surround you both, some of the men practically carry him to the aisle. "Elvis is already waiting. He wanted me to get you, let's go." Jerry informs you now in front of you and offers his arm, you hopped your arm around his, and you both begin to walk towards where the venue was.

You sat left from Elvis and Jerry to his right, his arm around your shoulder, Jerry leaned towards Elvis and whispered something in his ear, a flash of anger shows in his eyes, and he quickly took a glance at you he nodded his head to Jerry, moving you closer to his side, his leg bouncing while you both watch the bride and groom kiss after their 'I do's'. Everyone cheered beside Elvis, and Jerry, you weaved to the happy couple as they walked down the aisle.

George and his wife smiled as the photographer took their wedding picture. "Can I?" Elvis asked gesturing to take a photo with them "Well of course!" "Course, boss." George and his wife spoke at the same time " Thank you." Elvis smiled taking George's right side "Why don't we do a funny picture?" he suggested "Oh! Can we George?" "I see why not. I can't say no to my beautiful princess." George kissed his wife with a big smile and they all turned to the camera, George made a goofy face as well did his wife but he almost dropped it when Elvis whipped out his pistol and pointed it at his head "I'd keep smilin'. I was in such a good mood then I heard by a little birdie that ya was hittin' on my wife and daughter." sweat ran down his temple at Elvis's words "Here's what you gonna do. Ya goin' stay away from my woman or you and your little wifey will end up as food for birds." Elvis pushed the gun harder against George "Understand motherfucker?" he said calmly and George nodded frequently. "Good" Elvis smirked and put his gun away. "well I wish ya both a happy marriage." Elvis backed away after the photographer finished, shaking hands with them both before walking away to find his pretty little wife.

"She's up in y'all's room." Jerry jerked his head upstairs as Elvis came up to him "Thanks jer." Elvis nodded to him. You silently lay on your husband's side of the bed, taking in his natural, calming scent while gently rubbing your stomach "Last time I checked that's ma side, sugar." Elvis smiled softly "Can't help that it's more comfortable." you smiled back, eyes filled with love for him "Move for me baby." you scooched to your side, letting him lay down in front of you "You'll never see him again. I promised at our wedding I'll always protect ya and I'll make good on that." he kissed your forehead head as you laid your head on his chest

"I love you." you yawned, slowly falling asleep.

"I love ya too, Sweetheart."

Taglist: @babyxbaby @plasticfantasticl0ver @dre6ming @galaxygirl453 @godlypresley @lovincherries @love4ab @kendralavon7 @elvxs-prxncess

Summary: You and Elvis got married on October 31st,1970 and five weeks later December 5th,1970, you two have to attend one of the Memphis Mafia member's wedding but the groom can't seem to keep his eyes off of Elvis's new wife and Elvis notices that and man does he have Jealousy problems ( @galaxygirl453 )

#elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #yandere!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #tw:incest #elvis x y/n #yandere elvis

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

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jillsandwhichs · 5 months ago

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Cleon Oneshots/AUs Collection , Chap 9 , Tasteful

Masterlist

Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Leon wakes Claire up in the middle of the night, needing to taste her

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Sating

WC: 4.2k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Dirty talk, Fingering, Clit rubbing, Kissing, Biting, Suckling, Leon is just a very hungry man

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Art Creds: Ruby Goth

"You almost done?" The voice was deep & husk, it sounded spent. It was Leon, he was exhausted from the day he's had. Despite him not even working today, it was still challenging. "Almost! Where's the floss at handsome?" Claire asked her boyfriend, her tooth brush moving rapidly in her mouth as she cleansed her teeth. "In the cabinet babygirl." Leon replied, his tone louder than usual due to him being in the other room. Claire nodded to herself, spitting out the paste and watching as the blue mixed with white goop spilled into the drain.

Claire was big on dental hygiene, she never goes a single day without brushing, flossing & using mouth wash. The thought of plaque building up on her pearly whites makes her feel icky. Leon... Not so much. Claire has to often remind him to keep his mouth pristine, she doesn't mind though, just as long as it gets done. With her thumb, Claire wiped the access toothpaste from her toothbrush, rinsing it off before placing it back into it's holder.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go switch the loads of laundry in the garage, ok?" Leon shouted out to Claire from the living room. "Gotcha, be quick!" Claire yelled back, clicking on the cabinet mirror, it revealed a semi-secert storage section, it with held their floss, deodorants & more. She used the white, thick strip to remove the wet food from between her teeth ; luckily, there wasn't a lot, it depends on what she eats. One time, her & Leon went to a seafood boil and she had one helluva time attempting to remove corn skin from her teeth.

Leon entered their garage, it was quite chilly, the hairs on his arms raised instantly as he walked into the extensive room. Their washer & dryer was set up in there so it wasn't uncommon for them to have to come in at night, despite them disliking it. "Shit..." Leon mumbled to himself, his body quivering as he opened the dryer up, tossing the heated clothes into the basket. He didn't plan on putting the clothes from the washer into the dryer tonight though, he wasn't in the mood for all that.

Lifting up the basket, Leon held it at his side as he ambled out of the cold garage, closing the white door behind him. It lead into their kitchen, which was indeed micro sized but being it's just the two of them currently living here, it's not necessarily a problem. "I'm back babygirl." Leon spoke out, clearing his throat. He placed the laundry basket onto the kitchen table.

Claire showed up in the kitchen as well, she was now wearing a nightgown. Not your average one though, it had a black lacy trim on the collarbone & on the end of it. The base color was a dark red, it really suited her. The way it hugged her form was insanely attractive and Leon really couldn't keep his eyes off of her. What made it even better was the fact it was a silky fabric, it just drove the man absolutely mad. "Look at you..." Leon whispered, jokingly doing that classic cat-calling whistle. "Oh please, I am in no mood." Claire giggled, raising her arms up as she stretched. "Aw, you're no fun." Leon teased, looking her up & down.

"I am lot's of fun, I am just bushed." Claire explained, glancing at the laundry basket. "Did you put the clothes from the washer into the dryer?" "No... I can though." "No, no worries, let's just get ready for bed baby." Claire uttered out, yawning softly, which then caused a chain reaction, having Leon yawn too. "So weird how that works." Claire snickered to herself, turning around & strolling into their room. Leon's eyes immediately shot down to her ass, watching the way it swayed as she walked off. She was hot, Leon was a lucky man.

Wandering into the bedroom, Claire sighed softly to herself. Their bed was already made & ready to be slept in but there are a few more minor things she must do before bed. "Sweetheart, would you like me to keep the TV on tonight or no?" Claire questioned Leon as he convoyed into their bedroom with her. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine with that." Leon nodded, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Leon always sleeps without a shirt on, he's a sweater.

Grabbing the remote off of the entertainment center, Claire clicked the POWER button. A white flash screened off of the television before some random TV show began to play. The volume was at '13' so it wasn't too loud & they'd still be able to sleep comfortably. "That good? Does it need to be quieter?" "No babygirl, that's fine." Leon grunted out as he climbed in bed. "Damn Claire, do we really need all these pillows?" Leon chuckled out, tossing a few on the floor. "Hey! I just made the bed, you're an ass!" Claire moaned out, throwing her head back in frustration.

"Oh, my baby, you're fine." Leon laughed, placing his hands behind his head, continuing to check Claire out. "You're so sexy." Leon bit his lip. He was just teasing her but she also knew he was trying to get her aroused as well, it wasn't going to work though. He'd fail beautifully. "Honey, thank you, so are you, but I advise you stop while you're ahead." Claire chortled, putting down the remote and making her way to the bed. "Why?" "Because I'm too tired for sex tonight, that's why..." Claire rolled her eyes, turning off the light.

The bedroom went pitch black aside from the shining light bouncing off of their TV into the room and the minor, yellowish light emitting from their bedroom door. They never completely shut it, so. "Come here baby." Leon stretched his arms out, indicating he wants to hold her. "One sec, let me go take my medication."

Claire proceeded, sitting on the edge of their bed and popping open the pill bottle. The meds Claire takes are meant to help with her anxiety, it's her primary medication, she needs it. "You okay?" "Yeah, just sleepy." Claire responding, dropping the pill into her mouth before swigging soda with it. "Ok..." Leon mumbled back, turning the other way so his back was to her.

After swallowing, Claire fully emerged herself beneath the blankets & sheets, the feeling of how warm it was calmed her nerves. She's always had such a tough time sleeping, ever since she was a little girl, like Sherry's age, but it's slowly recovering.

Sleeping with Leon beside her definitely helps out a lot, but even that isn't a cure. She tossed her body to lay on it's side. This way, she could see her nightstand, their bedroom & closet door, part of the TV and the restroom door too. She feels safer being able to see the door leading into the room.

It was also cold in their bedroom. The fact their AC was on High contributed to the cold air but they both enjoy it, the feeling makes it easier to sleep. Especially when they're all warm & cozy beneath the blankets and when they're all snuggled up. Although, Leon did turn over and hasn't said a word, Claire just assumes he's not in a cuddly mood anymore. It doesn't matter though, Claire was ready to rest.

Her eyes already felt heavy & her vision became more blurry than usual. It was as if her brain was fighting off the sleep but her body was too fatigued. Claire remembers the days when she'd be up day & night, no sleep due to her job. Life's gotten easier in that department, she sleeps much more often than she use to. Slowly but surely, her eyes delicately fell front, her vision going black & all the running thoughts that were bursting through her head faded away, it was peaceful. And she was finally asleep.

Leon on the other hand though, he was struggling. He has heavy insomnia. Sometimes, he just literally can't sleep. It's a challenge for him to do so. He can't even count the amount of medication he's taken for it, nothing just ever works out for him. His doctor recommending keeping white noise on & thinking about something special to him, but when he does that, he just thinks about Claire and that seriously keeps him awake. Especially with how she's been acting tonight. She's always on his mind, but more so tonight.

Shuffling around, Leon turned himself to turn back to Claire, her back facing him. He could hear her soft, sweet noises as she slept calmly. Leon scooched himself closer to her, her back warmly against his front. Leon's face was buried in her dark brown hair, it smelt like cherries, that's one of her favorite scents so it fits. He breathed in her scent deeply whilst wrapping his well-built arm around her waist & pulling her closer into him. Holding her helps.

As Leon officially got comfortable, his breathing stilled & all the terrifying thoughts of his past trauma drifted away. His PTSD is prominent at night, it causes his insomnia ; well, at least that's what he believes. Claire & Leon's gentle breathing was synced, as if it were a harmony. "My sweet girl..." Leon whispered hushly to Claire, he knew she wasn't fully asleep yet, rather just trying to. "Let's go to sleep hun." Claire stated, placing her arm upon his, holding him back.

Deep into the night, a few hours since the two had both fallen asleep, it was around 3:25 AM. The moonlight shimmered through the white, square blinds that covered the large window hosted on the left side of the wall. The television was still on too, the movie 'Fight Club' was on, Leon could tell considering he favors the film. This specific channel often plays movies similar to said film. Leon's throat was quite dry, it's common though. He didn't drink much before he went to bed.

Coughing aloud, Leon let go of Claire and reached over for the water bottle on her nightstand, guzzling it down swiftly. The way the liquid trickled down his throat felt refreshing. Claire was still asleep and she looked gorgeous. Leon gazed down at her, smirking as he did so. She was his world. With that nightgown she was wearing, it made her look ever sexier. Leon felt wide awake now. This happens more often than he wishes. He'll sleep for a few hours, sometimes less, and then he'll awaken & not be able to fall back into a rest.

Setting the bottle back down, Leon nestled himself back into the bed, laying on his back too. His head faced the ceiling, all he could see was the TV reflection & their ceiling fan which was turned off at the current moment. He could feel Claire tossing & turning, she also struggles with sleeping, just not like Leon does. He already knew he was gonna have a bitch of a time trying to fall back to sleep. It didn't help that he was also turned on ; he can't help it, especially when Claire looks like how she does right now.

He shifted his head to face Claire as she was now facing him as well. Her eyes were shut tenderly, her skin looked smooth as she slept. Her lanky arms were bundled up against her chest too, as if she were coddling herself. From laying on his back, Leon moved himself to lay on his side so he could view Claire easier. He wanted to wake her up but he also felt bad in the process, knowing she was restless. He agreed with himself to just try, only to see what she'd say... "Honey? Claire?" Leon uttered out, moving his hand to her waist, feeling the silk collid with it as he stroked her lovingly.

All Claire did as Leon caressed her was make a whiney noise, as if she was a baby. "Adorable..." Leon whispered to himself. "Claire, babygirl, I have a question." Leon stated out again, watching as now her entire body moved to make her lay down on her back. "Leon, what's wrong, it's like..." Claire stopped speaking for a moment, checking the mini clock on their wall before continuing on. "It's almost 4 am..." Claire groaned out, staring up at him.

She was clearly still very tired ; Leon didn't blame her one bit. "I just... I want you." Leon mumbled to her, leaning down closer to her irresistible face. "How are you turned on at 3:30?" Claire shrieked, sitting up and allowing her back to rest against the headboard. "Because of you. You're so smoking." Leon teased her, his voice funny. "Because of me? No, just admit it, you're a damn jack rabbit." Claire snickered, smiling at him. She seemed sort of loopy, but it was just her tiredness wearing off.

"Sorry for waking you up baby, I shouldn't have, if you'd like to go back to sleep, we can." "No, that's alright, I have to pee anyways, you know I'll have a hard time heading back to bed." Claire yawned out while she sat up off of the bed. "Oh and honey..." Claire giggled out, turning out to face him before bringing herself down closer to his ear, "I'm not wearing anything beneath this gown." She cutely tittered before pecking his ear and stumbling off to the rest room. As she spoke those enticing words, Leon felt himself get immediately stiff. She's got a way with her words.

Leon shot up off of the bed just a minute or so after Claire left to the bathroom, making his way to it. He needed her, he didn't just want her. It was a craving he couldn't put on hold much longer. Claire has him wrapped around her little finger. Before the two of them even starting dating, Leon was never the type to be down so badly for a woman. Once he and Claire got together, that really did change. He's all about her. She drives him nuts. He's crazy for her.

Yawning once more to herself, Claire flushed the toilet and strided to the bathroom door, placing her petite hand on the handle, twisting it and opening the door. Directly as she opened it, Leon was standing right in front of it before he instantly grabbed ahold of her face, pressing his manly lips to hers, basking in the flourishing feeling of kissing her. "Leon!" Claire cackled as he firmly held onto both of her cheeks. Hearing her talk, Leon pulled away with a smile, "I want you babygirl." "I want you too." Claire hushed back, a glimmer of lust filling her eyes.

Leon's rugged hands stayed on her warm face as he lead her back over to their bed, playfully tossing her on it. "Baby!" Claire laughed. It was as if she'd be awake the entire time. Crazy what horniness can to do you. Leon adjusted himself on top of her, his hunky arms side by side to her shoulders, holding his weight up with complete & total ease. Claire moved her soft & kind hands to his lower cheeks, allowing her nails to run through his scruff. "You're so beautiful, my love." Leon whispered to her, leaning down again and kissing her with pure love & lust.

As they were making out, Claire swiped her wet tounge along Leon's lower lip, wanting entrance into the man's mouth. She yearned for him. The feeling of his tounge against hers was always exlierating. Just for Claire, Leon let his mouth gap open slightly, moaning against her as he felt her tasteful tounge against his. It was as if their tongues were massaging each other. It made Leon's member pulse & twitch. All it did was show off his thirst for her.

"Gosh, I love you." Leon added between kisses, before he'd then go back to his tongue colliding with hers. "I love you most." Claire spoke blissfully, her voice radiating seductiveness. Soft noises released from Claire's vocals as Leon kissed her more passionately, his tongue touching every angle of her mouth. This is part of why Claire is so big of dental hygiene... She wrapped her slim arms around his upper back, rubbing it and relishing in how he felt on top of her.

Officially though, Leon finally pulled away, grinning down at her. "Just relax sweetheart." The man said steadily as he began to kiss & suckle on her ravishing neck. Leon knew what he was doing - he was gonna leave as many hickies on her as he could. "Baby..." Claire whined out, her left hand surfing through his flowy hair as he sucked on her neck roughly. "I said relax, Claire." Leon laughed, pulling away for a moment to gander at her. "You're a crazy man." "I'm well aware." Leon chuckled, going back to his practices.

The spots of dark purplish red circles began to form on her throat, Leon felt accomplished. She'd go to work on Monday, and all the men there will know she's with someone else, and that she will be forever & ever. "You're my everything." Claire hummed out, biting her lip hard as Leon switched to the other side of her neck. "You're mine as well, my entire world." Leon whispered back to his girlfriend, loving how she was acting in the current moment in time.

Hickies and kisses were planted on both sides of Claire's neck, he marked her as his. "It's gonna be so unprofessional of me to go to work like this Monday." Claire laughed as Leon kissed down her body, her lips on the fabric of her gown. "Let's get this out of the way." Leon snickered, grasping into Claire's hands as he helped her sit up so he could remove the sexy attire. She was completely nude underneath, it only fueled Leon's arousal further.

"My beautiful girl." Leon smiled, placing himself back atop of her. The woman blushed at his lovely words ; he always knew what to say.

Starting at her chest, Leon kissed & suckled all along it. His mouth would go back & fourth between both of her supple, serene breasts. His tounge knew how to work itself on them. Claire's nipples hardened as Leon sucked on her breasts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he did. Leon received pleasure even when he wasn't the one having it done on him. Claire's body is enough for him. Her noises are enough. She's enough.

"Leon..." Claire breathed out softly. The way he made her feel was ineffable. He knew where to kiss & suck, it was like he could read her body & mind. He was so gentle yet so passionate, Claire felt a surge of heat deep within her, the heat of lustfulness. Claire placed her hand on his head in attempts to push it down further, clearly wanting more. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" "You know what I'm doing!" Claire snorted out, lifting her head of slightly to gaze at him. Leon just snickered in response, his lips trailing down to her pinched stomach.

Softly kissing her tummy, Leon soughed out quietly, taking in all that is happening. He was so close to her core, he could feel himself aching for her. His length was still erect as ever & twitching too. He couldn't wait to be inside her once more. Leon's arched nose swiftly brushed against her lower stomach as he towed himself to her center, her shiny wetness was ever so evident. "You really take your time." Claire spoke with a snarky, attractive voice. "Foreplay baby." Leon snapped back, biting her inner thigh playfully.

Leon kissed down both of her thighs, taking his sweet time whilst embellishing in her body. He nibbled one them too, making sure to not leave a single spot untouched. Oddly enough, Claire's thighs are one of his favorite parts of her body, Claire always teases him for it. "I need you." Leon huskily grunted out, his lips officially reaching the top of her inner thigh. "Then have me." Claire whispered, her hands roaming through his hair. Leon processed her words for a moment before just chuckling and latching onto her core.

Immediately, Claire released a loud, meaningful moan. Her hands digging at his hair as his mouth did wonders on her core. "Jesus Christ!" Claire panted out, her thighs shaking as he didn't let up. The man was relentless. It felt so good, Claire could hardly form words. Leon really knew how to use his tongue. "Leon..." Claire whimpered out as his lips sucked on her clit, he yearned for it. It was the most sensitive part down there, he was gonna make sure she felt fantastic.

The taste of her wet, alluring center was irresistible. Leon was eating her out as if it was going to be his last meal. "Fuck it feels so good." Claire moaned out softly, her body twisting & shifting, she could not stay still with the way he was eating her. Leon's arms were wrapped around her thighs as he attempted to hold her in place. She was so sensitive. "Babygirl, stay still..." Leon leered out, his breath warm against her clit. "It's so hard..." Claire gasped out, practically riding his face now.

Leon unravelled his right arm from around her thigh, placing it on the bed before allowing it to slither up towards her entrance. He pulled his mouth away from her for a second, slipping two fingers through her wet folds, rapidly getting a reaction out of her. "Oh my God." Claire shrieked, her back arching upwards as she felt his thick fingers play with her center. "You are so beautiful." Leon snickered before slowly & gently pushing two of his fingers inside of her, his index & his middle.

An out of breath gasp emitted from deep within Claire's throat as she felt both of Leon's fingers push inside of her. He shoved them in as deep as he could. He didn't wanna be rough with her, not yet at least. Claire continued to run her fingers through his slick hair, living for this moment. As he pumped his fingers in & out of her at a decent pace, he eventually went back to eating her out.

Both feelings were so overstimulating. Leon really knows how to work himself on her. The feeling of her walls around his fingers was so erotic and Leon was loving it. She'd occasionally get super tight around him, it made him wanna just fuck her even more. As he licked her inner folds & clit, he also thrusted his fingers faster into her. He could tell she was getting close but he didn't plan to stop until the very end.

Claire's toes were curling, her mouth was wide open and her stomach felt on fire. All of the pleasure she's been feeling is finally getting to her. It's gonna hit her like never before. "You're doing so well." Leon whispered out to Claire, turning his fingers inside of her. Each time he did that, all it did was cause Claire's hips to buck. She was eager. She longed for this just as he did. Claire wanted to close her eyes, just relax in the everlonging pleasure but at the same time, she weirdly enjoyed watching Leon please her. It was a sight, that's for damn sure.

The sounds of Leon plunging his fingers into her was so hot. Her wetness was never ending, that's how much he turned her on. "Dammit, baby, I'm close." Claire huffed out as she pulled on his hair tightly like she was using him for support. With no reply, Leon only continued. He slurped & devoured her, her taste was no embedded into his mouth & breath, which he didn't mind. Her scent was insanely arousing.

"Just hold out a bit longer baby." Leon ordered as he pulled his fingers out of her, gripping onto both of her thighs whilst suckling on every section of her entrance, even sticking his slippery tongue into her core. His eyes were shut gently as he took in the experience. His expression was plain but oh, there was so much running through his head as he pleased her. "Just like that, right there, Leon." Claire pleaded with him, basically grinding her hips against his face, feeling his scruff on her thighs.

A few more swipes of his tongue, and Claire was spent. She felt that heat wave deep inside of her explode and wash over her like a tsunami. "Oh fuck." Claire stuttered out, squeezing her thighs around Leon's head as she rode out her orgasm. As she came, Leon caressed her thighs whilst staring up at her, just watching her face contort as she rode out her high. "Mmm." Leon hummed out, kissing her thigh twice and then pulling away. "Oh fuck." Claire spoke again but this time more coherent.

"You okay?" "Yeah, yeah baby." Claire chuckled, looking over at the clock and noticing it read 3:40 AM now. "That was really good." Claire smiled, sitting up on her knees and hugging him tightly. Leon beamed and wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling her naked body against his. "I'm glad sweetheart." He whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head. "I'm not tired anymore." She scoffed playfully. "Me either honey... I can go make us something to eat, if you'd like." "Yes please." Claire laughed, letting him go.

"Alrighty, be right back." Leon kissed her quickly before standing up, adjusting his pants, then walking out of the room, leaving Claire to reminisce.

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Dating Headcanons - The Riddler

Request: OH MY GOD YES PLEASE GIRL I REALLY WANNA SEE UR TAKE ON THE RIDDLER AKA THE BABYGIRL ILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR U TO MAKE HEADCANONS FOR THAT LITTLE FREAK

TW: Abusive relationships

A/N: I did not rewatch the movie, so this is purely gonna be in vibes and this one batman/riddler fic i read (i feel like it switches a bit in pov but i hope that isn’t too much of a bother!!)

SFW:

Edward is a sweet guy. A bit odd, but sweet- you think to yourself that there’s no real harm in being nice to him. It’s Gotham- people are already on edge and just kind of horrible to one another, and you, being as naïve and hopeful for the best, think that being nice to people is something that won’t do any harm. Especially to some dorky guy who comes in and orders pie at the restaurant that you work in. He tips well, and he isn’t rude to you, nor does he make any type of pass. No harm done in being nice. But then he gets touchy and it feels off. He lets his hand linger on yours for a bit longer than normal, and tries to make conversation that ultimately falls flat. He’s awkward and nervous, and saying yes to a date can’t lead to anything bad because it’s him, your loyal customer who leaves generous tips.

It’s surprising when you find yourself actually dating the lonesome man. The date was sweet- generic, but sweet nonetheless. He was a gentleman all throughout it, taking the subway with you to drop you off at your apartment, kissing your cheek and walking away without a fuss. He doesn’t want to impose himself on you- and now he knows where you live. Purely for innocent reasons of course! He’s clingy. He hadn’t realized just how starved for human connection he was until he met you. It’s as if he can’t get enough of you, latching onto you like a stray cat, always curling against you, never wanting you to rise even if you have to do something important. He loves to hold your hand, to turn it over and trace the lines on your palm, to compare hand sizes, and watch as you interlace your hand with his. Long when you’ve fallen asleep and his hand has grown clammy in yours, he still traces over the lines and kisses every inch of skin from the tips of your fingers down to your wrist. His hands ghost over your body, feeling your pulse thump under his finger, and trace up to your shoulder and to the soft part of your neck and hold his hand around your neck.

Finally, he’s allowed to be himself around you. He’s allowed to be needy and whiny, and that he is. He complains so much, and like the good partner you are, you listen, because you’ve seen him get angry before, and it’s someone you don’t recognize. It’s the little things about him that make him, him. He gets cold easily- from the tip of his nose that turns red and cheeks that soon match, to his hands that can hardly grasp onto anything. It’s during the cold nights at Gotham, where his shabby apartment has lost its heating again, that he remembers he has you. He’ll swallow his pride and take a late train, and stand outside your door, his knuckles red and feeling far more painful with the soft knocking than they should have when you open the door. You usher him in, and warm his hands slowly, and he says nothing during this time, watching you warm his hands with your own, or blowing warm breath against him, and he takes that moment to kiss you, and you yelp because of course, he’s still cold, but when he pulls away, you hold his face with your hands, and deepen the kiss.

There weren’t many warning signs that he was a possessive man, much less an obsessive man. Perhaps what should have tipped you off was the fact that he always broke something whenever you tried to leave during an argument. He asks you about work- if there’s anyone he should be worried about, and you say no. It gets harder and harder to leave his apartment, it takes at least an hour of convincing him that you’ll call him once you get home. It takes longer to convince him that he’s the only one for you. You have to kiss him, hold him, worship the ground that he walks on, lest he gets upset. He complains so much, and like the good partner you are, you listen, because you’ve seen him get angry before, and it’s someone you don’t recognize. He starts with little things- breaking into your home, stealing a few items, pocketing a few of your underwear into his jacket pocket, going through every inch of your drawers to find something, anything really.

Being comfortable in a relationship isn’t something Edward ever thought he could attain. He’s been so preoccupied with other things, that he has grown accustomed to you, he found himself to be far more fond of you than he could have ever imagined. But he still has things to do, and you’ve been getting in the way lately. You pester him about dates, and how he doesn’t spend enough time with you, and he’s been so patient with you. He’s taken you out to eat, he’s listened to you whine about your day- he’s been a good partner. Yet, you’ve still found a way to become more of a nuisance to him, and it would only be fair for him to complain, to bitch and moan like you have. But when he complains about the rich, about children dying in cold, about how people should pay for their wealth in blood, and how he hates that you still try to act like some respectable person when you’re nothing but a waiter, suddenly he’s gone too far. He throws a tantrum when you tell him you want to leave- it doesn’t matter if it’s the location or the relationship, you want to leave him. He smashes your things and calls you awful names until you’re back in a corner and he's holding something heavy, and when you start to cry, he cries harder. He gets on his knees and cries into your stomach, apologizing and telling you never again-just that he’s so stressed, but he cares for you so much that he doesn’t know what he would do if you left him.

NSFW:

Being a virgin isn’t something that he’s proud to admit. Anything close to being sexual makes him anxious- he isn’t sure how to tell you that he’s inexperienced. He’s been close with you, kissed you desperately, teeth clashing and hands scratching at your skin, desperately wanting to touch at your breasts and beneath your underwear. Of course, he’s touched himself, much more than usual now that you’re around, but it doesn't replace human contact- actually being intimate with another person, and knowing what you’re doing. He’s awkward, fumbling around and biting at your skin hard enough to leave his mark. The most Edward has ever gotten with you is going into your room when you aren’t home, careful to not leave a trace of himself anywhere, and sneak into your room and pull out a pair of dirty underwear that still reeks of you. He’s hidden in your closet and watched you undress yourself, watched how you let your hands roam your body and breathe heavily into the air. It’s unnerving how you don’t check in any nooks or crannies, but a blessing for him. He’ll enter your home and rub himself over your items, jerking himself onto your clean clothing, defiling every inch of your home in him, leaving everything in its place and when he gets home with you, he buries your face into a pillow that he’s already used.

He hates how clingy he is with you. It’s pathetic. He’s on top of you rubbing himself over, he’s not even kissing you anymore, he’s just rubbing himself over you. It’s desperate and gross, his mouth wetting at your neck to suck a bruise over your skin, hands pinching and clawing at your belly, giving harsher thrusts when you whine. His hands are over your breasts, pinching at your nipples and twisting them harshly to hear you whine all over again, to hear you curse and squirm underneath him. It’s uncomfortable in the room- too hot, too small, too tense for him to do anything other than rub himself over you. He absolutely loves fucking you. He loves to just hold your body close and leave a trail of wet kisses over your body. He wants to feel you, needs to be buried deep in you and stay there, have you warm his cock and take in the feeling that you’d let someone so vile and righteous to taint your body. Sometimes, he wishes that he could tie you up and leave you in his bedroom, and visit when he feels the world is a bit too much.

Looking at your sex is difficult, it’s just far too much. How you throb, glisten and drool with arousal- all for him- makes his head dizzy. He’s allowed to touch you, and he does so roughly, and poorly. He can make a bomb from scraps, but pleasing you is far too advanced for him, he licks broad strokes, and lets his spit coat all of you in some sort of primal way. He’s obsessed with your scent, pulling you close to him and shame has already left his body when he takes his time inhaling you, leaving his spit coat your sex and biting at the inside of your thighs, at the space too close to where your sex lies. Evidently, he prefers for you to pleasure him, to wrap your lips around his cockhead, and lap at his semen. It does something to him, to see you on your knees before him, spit and arousal coating your chin and mouth in a glistening veil, moaning and grabbing onto his soft thighs with your nails marking him in red crescents. You’re just so pretty when you’re on your knees, he can’t help but want to thrust into you, to hear you choke around him, to finish deep down your throat and hear you sputter out a cough when he’s finally released you.

It’s no surprise that he’s rough. It isn’t so much that he’s trying to be mean, he just can’t help it. He’s watched you at work. Of course, you have to make ends meet, so he doesn’t blame you when you lean over to pick up something on the floor, or let men touch your thigh and curve their hand inside, he has to bear it until he can get them alone. He’s not a mindless killer, but he is possessive, and there’s fear in him that you’d leave him for the next best thing, for someone to sweep you off your feet and provide for you. It’s after those thrills of kills, that he’s rough, pounding into you without any regard, clawing and biting at your skin, desperate to hear you cry his name and see tears in your eyes. He needs to be rough with you, so when you go to work the next day, you have to wear something underneath your work shirt to hide all the love bites. He wants it so you can’t look at your body without thinking of him.

Of course, he cares for you, he cherishes you so much, he loves you so much. But he's negligent and selfish in bed. Maybe it’s because it’s his first time and he’s so scared that you’d leave him that he’s trying to create all good memories for him, how you beg for him to cum, how you whine and roll your hips when he stops. How you slap his chest and lock your legs around him, pleasuring yourself when it’s clear that he’s just treating you like a sex doll. Edward can be so kind, but being deprived of any human touch has tarnished him. It’s made him selfish, seeking out his own pleasure, riding his second wave when you’ve only reached your first. When he rolls over beside you, spent and exhausted, but cock still up and red tipped, he has you ride him, hungry to feel you twitch around him. He wants nothing more than to fuck you, for you to fuck him.

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