#hand on the back of the neck…… u get me

[shouyuus]

Hear me out on this🤚🏼 vi and reader arguing over something stupid and reader says something sideways that’s like Loki kinda freaky and vis like oh yeah mf and then boom freaky time but a bit of rough talk so vi can get reader to admit she’s right???

hahahahahahah /gunshots/ this grew legs and ran off on its own omfg; hope u enjoy!!! also credit where credit is due i immediately thought of this textpost when i saw this ask so. 18+, mdni dom/slightly mean!vi, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

"fuck you."

"no fuck you -- y'know what -- why don't you just edge me into next tuesday -- that'd be less painful --"

"i --" vi blinks, staring at you as you run your hands through your hair, still mumbling to yourself, apparently entirely unaware of the change your words have just wrought in her.

a spate of desire twists knife-sharp in her gut as vi imagines pressing you in half, a hand wrapped around your throat the other teasing between your legs, the way your hips might jump if she curled her fingers just so.

she wonders how quick she could get you begging; she wonders, a second later, how quick it'd get her on the edge when here she is, careening towards it at the mere thought of taking you apart.

"ugh -- whatever, i have to get back to my research paper -- i don't have time to --"

vi's arm shoots out and she's got her fingers wreathed around your wrist before she can stop herself. your alarmed look catches like a spark in the dry-grass tickle of her stomach and suddenly there's heat pluming up the back of her neck like smoke as she backs you into the apartment wall, licking her lips as she watches confusion and the hazy sheen of unmistakable want flicker to light behind your eyes.

"v-vi?"

she almost shivers. she thinks it's a testament to how well she's always treated you that you don't sound frightened -- only curious, and a little surprised.

"we're not done here, princess -- and i don't really think i like it when you try to walk away from me like that," she whispers, leaning in close enough to feel the way your breath stutters in your chest.

"vi -- i don't -- this isn't --"

but her questioning smirk as she pulls back silences the stumbling words on your lips as your cheeks go dark and your eyes cut away from hers.

"aww, c'mon princess --" and this time, she leans into the word like it might be an insult, doesn't miss the way your lashes flutter or the way your breathing's shallowed out to small little hitches, or the fact that you're stock still against the wall, even though her grip is light and there's nothing to stop you from pulling away.

"where's that fire from a second ago? weren't you just calling me a bad roommate for always forgetting to run the dishwasher before i leave?"

you swallow, the bob in your throat making her heart skitter up her ribcage like climbing up monkey bars.

"that... okay fine -- that was mean -- but it's not like i was lying about the --" your voice pitches as you look back up at her, and for a second, the hard light in your eyes catches again, only to sputter out as you meet her gaze for the second time, a guttering candle to a winter's breeze. vi bites back a grin. this is too easy.

"mm, but it still hurt my feelings, princess..." vi coos, leaning in to brush her lips by your cheek, reveling in the way you tremble beneath her, "and really, i don't think i'm that bad of a roommate, right? i take care of you, don't i?"

the moment her lips catch the lobe of your ear, you let out a soft whimper that makes vi's vision tilt sideways. and before she knows it, she's sucking a dark hickey into the skin of your neck and your fingers are fisting in her hair, making her groan.

she sinks her teeth into your skin, pulling back to pin you bodily to the wall, pressing a leg up between yours just to hear you keen.

"admit it -- don't i take good care of you?"

you whine through pursed lips, your eyes glazed out as you frown up at her, nodding faintly. she grins, feeling the heady, full-body rush of knowing she's got you right where she's been wanting you for weeks, for months.

"c'mon, say it --" she teases her free hand down the length of your body to flip up the hem of the large t-shirt you're wearing (it's one of hers; the thought catches her off-guard like punch to the side, the knowledge of it wringing through her with a bell-toll of desire) to skim along the hem of your cotton panties.

"y-you're -- you're not a bad roommate -- vi --" you twitch as she dips her fingers into the waistband of your panties and slicks a finger between your folds, hissing out at how wet you already are.

vi's grin is sour-candy-cyanide as she pulls back, her gaze half-lidded as she watches you chewing on your bottom lip.

"god, princess -- did that turn you on?" she asks, though both of you know the question is useless and purely rhetorical. she swallows down a thick moan as she inches a finger between your messy cunt lips to tease at your entrance. your answering huff only makes her chuckle, and this time, she does groan out when she finally eases her finger into you, feeling your hot, wet walls flutter around her, making her own cunt twinge with want.

"mm... i think i'd still like a formal apology -- tell you what," she says, putting on a false, considerate air even as she teases her finger in and out of you, nice and slow, almost thoughtlessly as she cocks her head, "admit that you were wrong and... we'll call it even, yeah?"

immediately, she sees you stiffen, feels you clench down around her as your eyes snap up. you've always hated admitting you were wrong, and even when you have apologized in the past, you've always danced around the words. and vi had thought it was just a cute little quirk of yours, chalked it up to your massive brain -- it must be so hard for someone so smart, so used to be in unequivocally correct all the time to admit, out loud, that they'd been mistaken.

a rush of heat crests into her chest at the thought, and she quirks her finger inside you to brush against the tender spot she knows will get your eyes rolling.

and it does, but not before you give your head a tiny, obdurate shake.

vi sighs, licking her lips as she brushes her thumb against your clit and watches, with a thrumming satisfaction, as your mouth falls open around a silent moan.

"just three little words, princess -- and then... i promise, i'll make you feel so good..." she croons the words into your ear, shudders at the thought of making you cum, of how good you'd look shaking over her fingers. "unless," she hums, "you really would like me to edge you into next tuesday, which --" she makes a noncommittal sound, "saturday afternoon and i've got early morning practice tomorrow, but i'm sure something can be arranged."

you let out another debauched moan as she bullies a second finger into your wet heat, still fucking them into you at that mind-bogglingly slow pace. you try to arch your hips, but her other hand slams you back against the wall.

she tuts, leaning back ever so slightly.

"uh-uh, i don't think so."

you scowl and try to shove at her shoulder, but there's no strength in the motion and the hand on your hip flashes up a second later to grab both your wrists, pinning them above your head in a single fluid move.

it happens so quickly you barely have time to gasp before she's leaning forward again, her words hot as she murmurs into your ear --

"go on, princess, try to fight back -- give me a reason to get rough with you."

at once, you still, but the you give both your wrists an experimental tug, only for vi to tighten her hold. you can't quite stop the moan that works its way out of your throat, nor can you control the way your pussy slickens impossibly around her fingers as she laughs, the sound caught somewhere between amused and mocking.

"gonna admit that you were wrong, princess?" she asks, crooking an eyebrow.

you press your lips and whine, looking away. her fingers pump a few more times inside you, her thumb finding your clit with truly disarming ease.

"vi -- f-fuck --!" you yelp as she flicks her thumb and your whole body jolts, electric tendrils of pleasure ricocheting through you, harsh as a loose bullet.

"there y'go... c'mon -- be a good girl and say it --" vi can't quite stop the way her voice frays around the edges as she leans in to ghost her lips over yours, her vision tunneling as she starts to fuck you with her fingers proper, working them into you in tandem with the rhythm of your hips, watching as you expression falls slack.

"mm -- nnngh -- please, vi -- i --"

"ah... that's pretty good but... still not an apology," she muses, slowing her pace again, dragging both her fingers along your inner walls, pressing them up, watching as your eyes squeeze shut, your entire body jerking as she massages your clit from both ends.

"i -- i'm s-sorry, 'm sorry, i -- i was wrong -- fuck -- oh -- shit, that feels -- v-vi --!"

"thereee you go... that wasn't so hard, was it?" vi soothes, picking up the pace, grinning as you keen, your knees nearly giving out, but she's got you held up by your wrists, her thigh still slotted between yours, her fingers plowing into you till you're almost writhing against her.

she lets out a long groan, low and thick, a panting gasp working out of her as she fucks you through your orgasm, watching with soft-eyed wonder as you whimper, your whole body twitching with the aftershocks.

"hey, hey, princess -- you still with me?" she asks, letting go of your wrists in favor of cupping your cheek, swiping a tender thumb along your skin. you lean into her touch, your head lolling ever so slightly as your lashes flutter and you fight to focus your eyes.

"y-yeah -- think so..."

vi laughs, slowly tugging her fingers from you, unable to keep a grin from twisting at the corner of her mouth as you shudder at the loss.

"jesus, princess..." she says, holding up her hand -- there's wetness slicking down the back of her hand all the way to her wrist. you blink at it for a second before a tiny, embarrassed scowl digs itself between your brows.

"i -- you --"

vi laughs, shaking out her hand and reaching for an errant napkin on the dining table to wipe down her fingers.

"no, no -- i'm not makin' fun -- it's actually kinda hot."

you purse your lips, cheeks stained damson as she watches you readjust your panties, tugging on the hem of her large t-shirt.

"still think i'm a bad roommate?" vi asks, biting back a smile, her heart caught somewhere in the back of her throat.

you look up, eyes bright, your head already shaking.

"no! i -- that was --" your head drops back down even as your shoulders shrug up, "i... i was just annoyed but i -- i didn't mean it --"

a beat, in which vi finishes cleaning off her hand and strides over to throw the wad of napkin in the trash.

"i... i'm sorry," you say, your voice small.

vi looks up to find you watching her from beneath your lashes.

"'s okay, princess. apology accepted." she smiles, and this time there's no poison hidden in it's corners, only the steady sweetness you've come to know her for.

"i -- uhm --" you clear your throat, still worrying at the hem of the shirt. vi cocks her head.

"i can make it up to you... if you want --" you say, barely meeting her eyes.

vi pauses, her eyebrows kicking up. a second later, she's grinning again, rolling back her shoulders and leaning into one of her hips.

"yeah? and... how'dyou propose you do that?"

you bite down on your bottom lip and jerk your head towards the open door of your bedroom, even as vi's stomach gives an unruly lurch at the clear implication.

she fights to keep her expression flat as she looks you over.

"damn, princess -- you really weren't kidding about that tuesday-thing, huh?"

you crinkle your nose, sniffing slightly, even as vi brushes by you, breezing into your bedroom and plopping herself onto your bed with a satisfied sigh. you follow her in a moment later, climbing on after her and giving her shoulder a tiny shove so that she's backed up against the apartment wall and you've got room to straddle her lap.

"well... i have been thinking about it for... for a while," you admit, your voice soft as you thumb at the collar of her shirt.

vi groans, her palms settling around your waist, fingers digging into the plush of your ass.

"yeah? oh fuck -- ah --" she jerks as you trail your hands down her front, pausing to tease her nipples over the material of her shirt.

"mhm..."

"what else have you been imagining in that big, beautiful brain of yours, hm?" vi asks, breath hitching as you tug the shirt from her and lean down to ghost your mouth over her hardening nipples, tongue flickering out to tease at the cold metal piercings.

"lotsa stuff," you say, almost casual as you wiggle down to settle yourself comfortably between her legs, glancing up at her with what can only be called a chesire-grin --

"w-wanna tell me about it?" vi asks, reaching up a hand to run her fingers through your hair. you hum, laving a tongue against her nipple before sucking the entire thing into your mouth.

a groan punches out of her as she shudders, her head tipping back with a dull thunk against the apartment wall.

"i could... but it'd be so much faster if i just... showed you, no?"

[mameillieureennemie]

Hey i think it would be cool if you do another jinx x femreader ishas sister and something about isha walking in on a cute moment and getting grossed out maybe some angst😌 maybe some smut 😙😙 if u do that

hey love! sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request :)

jinx x f!isha's sister!reader

there're hardly any moments you two can get alone. with the whole of piltover after you and the whole of zaun championing your girlfriend, it's been a very rough couple of weeks.

most of your time is spent hiding out, and during that time, you're entertaining isha as much as you can. whether that be through beetle brawling, drawing, or re-dying her hair so it doesn't lose its blue. it's anything you can do to keep her happy, to keep her away from the impending war that brews on outside.

but then a moment comes along where isha disappears. which isn't entirely odd because she's been known to vanish from time to time. you've grown used to it, after years of observing her movements, and calm jinx down when her look for isha grows a bit frantic.

"she's fine," you assure jinx, rubbing at her shoulder. "i wouldn't be this calm if i knew she wouldn't be."

"yeah, but," jinx says, running a shaky hand through her hair. "it's getting dangerous out there, and isha isn't us. she's young; she's practically a baby, and people are sick fucks with deranged brains and—"

you instantly draw jinx into your arms, tugging at her until her face is in the crook of your neck. you rub soothing circles against her back, softly cooing until jinx's muttering falls silent. then her arms are curling around your waist, holding you close, as if she's scared you'll disappear too.

"i know it's hard," you say gently. "to trust that things are okay. that the people you love are okay. but you can trust me and trust that i know what i'm talking about." you lean back so you can hold jinx's face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs over the angle of her cheekbones. "so trust me on this, okay? isha's fine, and she knows what to do if she runs into any trouble."

jinx seems unconvinced, but she slowly relaxes as she nuzzles into your touch. with a heavy sigh, she closes her eyes and says, "i've...never had to worry like this before. usually, it was others worrying about me. because i was the jinx, y'know? so it's odd...feeling this way."

you hum in response, still tracing patterns into her cheeks. "feeling what way?" you ask, a little curious and jinx opens her eyes with a shrug.

"responsible?" she tries, before shaking her head. "i don't know, i just—the idea of anything happening to you or isha rips me up inside. like i'd permanently lose my mind, go absolutely fucking crazy if something bad happened to you guys."

you hum again, this time with a hint of a chuckle. but her words have your heart racing because that's exactly how you feel. it also means that what jinx is experiencing is probably similar to your experience.

that she—

"you love us," you whisper, barely loud enough for jinx to hear. but she hears it, loud and clear, as she stares at you with eyes that momentarily look powder blue.

"i...do," she whispers, just as loud, and it's enough to push you. enough to have you pull her in so you can press a sweet kiss against her lips. a kiss she reciprocates eagerly, her arms still tight around your waist, placing you in a trap you hope to never escape.

just as she licks into your mouth with a soft moan, there's a noise that startles you both. you pull apart quickly, looking around and sighing when you see that it's isha.

whose nose is scrunched up in disgust, eyes clenched shut.

you can't help but laugh loudly as jinx snorts, refusing to let you go.

"some nerve you got," jinx scolds playfully. "you couldn't have come back in like twenty minutes?"

you shove jinx, just as playful, and say, "isha, you can open your eyes."

but isha shakes her head, intent of keeping her eyes safe.

but she's smiling now, and that's all that matters.

[tusk-rumours]

walking funny ‧͙⁺* — sam winchester x reader

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word count: 4.1k

summary: sam helps you when you're a little incapacitated after last night.

warnings: nsfw, 18+!! a shortish bit of smut (p in v, overstimulation, bondage, tears), mentions of oral (fem!receiving). the whole thing is a mention of sex basically. but mainly aftercare & fluff.

idk what to label this bc it is gn but there's a very brief bit of the reader being referred to as a lady/woman. so it's just x reader

a/n: i hope this is accurate because. can't say i've had this happen to me. ahaha. yeah. enjoy! this was also not meant to be this long lmao

acknowledgement to my saint @mxilkyways for the assistance. love u sexy, thanks for discussing sex positions with me lmao

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It was safe to say that Sam had fucked you silly last night. Over, and over, and over again. He's had this effect on you numerous times now, after you get rough with each other for hours. Or when only he'd get rough and dominate you, tying you up and pushing you through the mattress like he did last night. But the feeling of embarrassment of being incapacitated from how hard Sam fucked you never eased.

You lay on your back, waking up way earlier than you intended. 7:32AM. Of course. You turn your head to look at Sam right next to you. He's sleeping peacefully, his face completely relaxed, his hair a little messy against his forehead and the pillow. You'd lift your hands and fix it up if you didn't want to risk waking him. He's such a light sleeper. He's on his side and pressed so close to you that his warm breath ruffles your hair a little, and you wonder how you're gonna successfully untangle yourself from his heavy limbs that are slung over you so firmly.

You manage the task with only a couple hums and unconscious movements from Sam, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, holding back a hiss at the pain. You stood up on shaky legs, almost doubling over if not for the wall right by the bed.

God. He really did a number on you.

It started to hit you full force as you stood, putting your weight on your jelly legs. Your legs and back ached, continuous dull pains throbbing underneath your skin. The worst of it was the uncomfortable pain between your legs, the pain there spiking with every time you agitated the area with a hobble towards the bathroom. You felt borderline bruised. Hell, you were.

You let out a sigh of relief once you make it to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sinking to the floor, back against the door. You closed your eyes for a moment, before finally getting a good look at yourself.

Sam left harsh red marks from where he gripped you, from the plush of your thighs to your wrists. What he did to you last night was painted all over you, the meaning behind his art so clear it took no intellect to decipher it.

A crowd of hickeys covered your ribs, the softness of your stomach, down to the bones of your hips. Sam had an obsession with taking his time paying attention to every inch of your skin from your forehead downwards when he ate you out, drawing out the process as long as possible.

He mottled the soft and sensitive skin of your inner thighs with dark hickeys too, each mark a reminder of how you writhed and whined more with each nip and suck, of how the arousal you felt that was so close to his mouth getting more unbearable until he did it. Pressing his sweet lips and tongue against you so perfectly in all the ways he knew had you squirming, both of you just so unbelievably wet with your arousal.

You brush your fingertips over them now, your breath hitching a little at the sight. When you fumble for the hand mirror on the counter by the sink you're not prepared for the state of your chest and neck. They're so dark, and there's so many, and there's no fucking way you can cover these up.

"Fuck.." You whisper, wincing as you prod at the marks with your hand.

You didn't even want to attempt any whisk or concealer remedies, because nothing could quick-fix this kind of damage. You huffed, tipping your head back on the door. You would've gotten up if your legs felt capable, but of course, they didn't. So you sat, the bathroom air cold against your bare body. As much as you would've loved it, you knew you couldn't just flop onto the bathroom tile, and wait for Sam to try and open the door, only to be stopped by your body sprawled out like a doorstop.

It takes you an honestly embarrassingly long time to stand. You've gotten back up on your feet quicker on a hunt than this. You decide to blame it on the sleepiness, because yeah, that's exactly what it is.

When you step back into the bedroom, you let out a little disbelieving huff, pausing in the doorway for a moment. Sam hasn't moved.

Jesus, how the hell is he sleeping so well?

He always gets the best sleep after sex, no matter what kind it is. But you? You love when it's rough, truly. But you never get much sleep afterwards. At least when he fucks you gentle you're in for the best sleep of your life after.

Grumbling under your breath, you hobble to the dresser, pains shooting through you. You had a long day ahead of you, you knew that. You manage to dress yourself in one of Sam's flannels and some loose shorts, only almost tripping over once. You consider getting back in bed with Sam, who's still fast asleep (the lucky bastard), with his hands clutching your pillow. But the uncomfortable grumble of your stomach says otherwise. You know you'll start feeling sick soon if you don't eat.

Praying no one else is up yet, you creep out of the bedroom, shutting the door silently on your sleeping Sam. You knew you wouldn't be able to get by without at least someone noticing your discomfort, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. You were cringing at just the thought of Dean's reaction to what his brother did to you. You really didn't need him seeing that. So far the coast was clear as you moved through the halls. Even alone, it felt ridiculous to hobble. So you tried walking normally.

You just hoped your funny normal walk didn’t look as stupid as it felt.

You walked (or limped) into the kitchen, trying your hardest to walk normally, which probably made you look even more ridiculous. No one was here, thank god.

You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal, waddling like an idiot to the table, sitting down gingerly, a hiss slipping between your teeth as you do so. You focus on your breakfast, grimacing a little.

Why the hell did you make this? You've been getting so sick of cereal recently. The flakes are already soggy now as you move them around the bowl with the spoon. You groan, grimacing more once you take a spoonful. Eventually you just abandon it, half-eaten, sliding it away from you.

This wooden chair is doing absolutely no favours for your aching body, the splats on the backrest digging into your spine, the seat offering no support to your sore ass. You shift your legs uncomfortably, hissing a little at the intolerable pain between them, before you practically jump into the air in your seat when you suddenly see Sams massive body in your peripheral.

He stands in the doorway, his boxers he must've just slipped on sitting on his hips, his hair messy, smiling at your jump, and fuck, he always looks so good like this.

"There you are. You weren't in bed this morning." He says, far too cheerfully for your liking as you watch him come over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then squishing it up to his.

"Cereal. Why'd you make that? You've been complaining about the sogginess for like a week now." He says softly, his eyes on the bowl sitting in the middle of the table.

You don't even have an answer to that, just pouting a little.

"I'll make you an actually decent breakfast in a bit, hm? How's that sound?"

"Good" You murmur, a little smile on your lips now.

After a moment of his comfortable embrace, he pulls away, taking you in. He can see the marks on your skin you couldn't hide, the slouchiness in your posture and the tiredness in your eyes.

In this moment, you hated him. You looked a mess. You were bruised and hobbling, set to be uncomfortable for the next couple days. But Sam, he looked fine. Not a single hickey or red mark on his skin. He could do a whole dance routine for you with how able his body is if he wasn't so terrible at it.

And worst of all, he liked it. That smirk of his told you that. And you wanted to slap it right off his pretty face.

But you knew you'd just look like an idiot trying to fight him in your state. So, you go for the next best thing. His comfort. You stand on shaky legs, using the arms of the chair to help you, then immediately turn into his chest. A small coo escapes Sam's lips as one of his hands moves to your hair, scratching your head slowly.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks gently. He knows full well what's wrong with you. He knows, but you're still embarrassed to say it. You're always embarrassed to say it.

"I'm just a little— sore, from last night.." You mumble, dipping your head down, your eyes now very interested in the patterns of the tile floor.

"Oh, baby.." He responds, moving closer, his massive hands coming up to rest on your shoulders for a moment, before one catches your chin, lifting your head.

"Honey, why didn't you say? I always wanna know when I've hurt my baby." He says gently, his eyes as soft as his voice.

"It's a little embarrassing waddling around like a damn penguin because you fucked me good. And a little pathetic."

"Honey," He cracks a smile now with a soft chuckle, shaking his head fondly.

“You don’t—… look like a penguin.” He says, trying his hardest to suppress the quirks at the corners of his lips, however, the mirth in his eyes gives away his amusement anyway.

“Well I look like an old woman then.”

“Baby, you don’t—" He shuts up and purses his lips when he sees your face, stubborn as ever.

"Fine. You're an old lady penguin. Is there anything I can do for this geriatric penguin to ease the pain? You know I'm all for animal welfare."

You scoff, looking at his amused grin in disbelief, the lines in your forehead deep with your scowl.

"You're ridiculous."

"You're the one claiming to be a penguin. Now, tell me. What can I do?" He says, dipping his head a little to look into your eyes as he steps closer, taking your hand gently in his.

You soften, your face relaxing as you lean into him a bit. You think for a moment as you study your intertwined hands, rolling your wrists around a little.

You've always loved his massages.

"A massage? And not having to move would be nice."

He smiles, squeezing your hand gently.

"You got it."

You turn around, heading for your bedroom, before realising you're about to show Sam how stupidly you've been walking, no matter how much you try to hide it.

Like he's read your mind, you hear his laughter from behind you. Then he's scooping you up into his arms bridal style, holding you to his chest firmly. Despite the embarrassment of him having to carry you and the grumble that leaves your lips, you settle snugly into him, feeling his smile on your forehead.

Instead of your bedroom, he kicks open the bathroom door just a little down the hall from it, making sure you don't hit the wall or the door as he steps in. He kicks the door shut, surveying for a place to put you down, before he just sets you back on your feet.

His hands grab the hem of your shirt, his brows raised in question. Once you nod he pulls it off you, his eyes widening.

"Fuck." He says simply, his eyes glued to the barrage of hickeys and marks all over you.

"Yeah." You reply knowingly, watching his expression.

"Shit baby, I know I was rough as hell but jesus, this is worse than I thought it'd be." He sounds genuinely apologetic as his fingertips brush along your skin.

"Yeah. I don't know if you fucked me or beat me up last night." You tease, starting to get a bit of your confidence in the situation back. This happens every time. You cant quite wrap your head around why you always get so shy in the beginning.

He laughs, his cheeks burning a bit, his thumbs rubbing your waist, along the red marks there.

"I think I know exactly what I did to you. And it definitely wasn't beating you up, baby." His mouth harbors a smirk, but his voice is as soft as ever. His fingertips are gentle as they brush against your hips, like a reminder that those hands of his would never lay harm on you, no matter how much they have done.

Because you didn't bother with a bra that morning, his hands slide down from your waist to your hips where the band of your shorts are, hooking his thumbs in and pulling them down gently. You step out of them once they're at your ankles, and when you look up at Sam you almost bust out laughing at his expression.

His eyes are close to bulging out of his head as they focus on your thighs, his mouth open dumbly. Yeah, he's marked you up plenty of times before, but its not often it's this much.

"Sam?" A blink.

"Sam!" You try again, a little firmer.

This time he blinks away his stare, moving to your face again.

"I— i'm sorry baby, I just— god"

"You did spend a lot of time down there."

That gets him smirking.

"I did." He rests a hand on your hip again, watching his thumb as he thinks.

"God, you must be so sore," He breathes, his brows furrowed.

You say nothing in response, because you can't really tell him 'no, not really' because in all honesty, you're really fucking sore. And you're not about to lie to him.

You're both quiet for a moment before he pulls away a little sullenly. He turns the tap for the bath on, waiting for it to get warm then puts the plug in. You watch his back, a frown pulling at your lips. You don't want him to be upset about last night and feel guilty for how it went. You don't regret a thing, and you don't want him to either.

"Sam," You murmur, coming up close behind him, rising on your toes, and resting your chin on his shoulder. He clears his throat a little, turning his head to face you slightly.

"Stop thinking," Is all you murmur, kissing his cheek softly. He sighs at the soft touch of your lips. "And don't you dare feel guilty. You've got a serious talent with your mouth, baby." You tease, trying to get him to smile. He does, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, making your smile wider.

"Okay." He whispers, turning to face you.

"I'll put that lavender stuff you like in there, yeah?" He asks, his thumbs brushing your waist. He's got that puppy dog look on his face as he dips his head to look at you better, and the way he's so soft has you responding with just a tiny nod.

You watch while he puts in all your favourite oils and soaps, the room smelling sweet and lovely, suds foaming up the water. He even lights a few of the candles you put beside the tub when you guys settled in, wanting to make this as relaxing for you as possible. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him, doing all this for you. It's all so goddamn sweet.

As the tub fills, you turn off the main light, casting the room in a warm glow from the candles. Even just the dimness of the room has you more relaxed already.

In small steps that don't agitate your body, you walk back over to where Sam's bent over the bath, testing the water. He'll put the temperature scorching hot just how you like it, even if he has to bite his lip to contain hisses. He'd prefer it warm, not like he's submerging himself in a vat of hot oil. But, if it's how you like it, then that's how it'll be.

He turns back to face you, hooking his thumbs into your panties with raised eyebrows. You nod, and he pulls them down, letting you hold onto his shoulder as you step out of them. The loss of the last piece of fabric reveals a few more love bites, completing the path they all led to your core.

"Are you coming in with me?" You murmur, your chin dipped low as you watch him move your clothes to the hamper.

He turns his head to you briefly with a quick smile. "'course," He's already hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers.

He hesitates before pulling them down, his gaze softer when he looks at you again. "Do you want me to?" He's worried he's gotten ahead of himself.

"Of course I do," You reply earnestly. It's so Sam to ask that when you've been together for years.

He smiles, the tension in his body relaxing as his hands move back to his boxers. Although you're very familiar with watching him strip, the softness in your demeanour doesn't change. In other words, you were all fucked out. For a good while.

He hesitates again, his boxers still on, God, was he trying to tease you? It's not like you were needy or anything, no, but you always want to see him.

"Alright, sweetheart, c'mere. Let's get you in." With one hand encompassing yours and the other steady on your waist, he keeps you balanced as you step in.

"Careful, baby," He murmurs as he helps you lower down into the hot water, internally scared out of his mind that you're gonna slip. Only once you're entirely settled does he finally pull off his boxers, stepping into the bath behind you. He settles his legs out so you're sitting between them, and lets out a sigh when he tugs you to his chest.

The water settles, reducing to soft noises as his fingers gently move up and down your forearm. He lets his eyes fall shut as he murmurs gently, his chin moving against your shoulder.

"You should've just stayed in bed, baby. Or if you wanted to get up you should've woken me."

You sigh. You knew something along these lines was coming.

"You barely sleep enough as it is. If I can get you to get at least five minutes more I will."

"Still. You know i'm here to help you. Whenever."

Silence falls between you, and you feel the tension in your muscles start to ease as you melt back against Sam's chest.

“Feel nice, baby? Water's good?"

You respond with a little hum, whispering; "Water's perfect,” with a teasing curl to your lips, digging at him just a little for his temperature preference.

He smiles back with an amused huff, burying his face into your shoulder blade as he starts pressing kisses to it, along each bruise, bite mark and hickey. He goes all the way up your neck, behind your ear. Your breathy sigh and the fluttering of your eyelashes don't go unnoticed by him.

He turns you gently in his arms so he has better access to your chest, pressing more gentle kisses to each mark on your neck and chest, his fingers tracing little hearts on the bruises he can't reach with his lips, like the ones on your stomach and hips.

His hands slide down to your thighs, rubbing along them, to the underside, and you can't help but think about the way that he—

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—hooks his hands underneath your knees, hoisting your legs up so your calves rest on either one of his shoulders. You're both so hot, your bodies slick with sweat from so much exertion, and you were already tired enough from riding him for so long, but neither of you are done yet. He decided to grant you some mercy once you were slowing down, bouncing you himself 'till you both came, then letting you onto your back again.

His presence is heavy and lustful over you, his fingers pushing back the hair that sticks to your forehead as his hand dips down to angle his hardened cock. Both of you and the sheets are a mess of each other, your thighs and outside of your pussy slick from his saliva and when he came there.

"Sammy, I don't—" You whine, your hands squirming against the belt where they're tied in against the bedpost, wanting to grasp onto any part of him you can reach.

"Shh, c'mon, baby, I know. Just one more, yeah? I know you've got it." He coos, coaxing you over with a little tease of his tip to your clit, triggering your eyes to roll back.

"Sammy, I wanna— hold you, please," You beg, desperate whines leaving your lips.

"Oh, baby," He says condescendingly, a devilish smirk playing on his reddened lips.

"I think your hands are just fine there. Look good wrapped around my belt, yeah? Or would you prefer it between your teeth?"

His thumb comes up to your bottom lip as he speaks, pushing against your parted lips teasingly. He swipes a bit of spit there down your chin, and with a grin, he pushes his cock into your already abused hole, yet still giving you that delicious stretch nonetheless.

He wastes no time in setting a bruising pace, a hand sliding up your arm and gripping the skin underneath the belt harshly as he thrusts in and out of you.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes from how relentless he's being, tucking your head to the side into your arm as the hot tears slide down your burning red cheeks. You sob, and Sam moves his other hand that dug into your knee to grip the side of your head.

"Aw, honey, can't take my cock anymore huh? Maybe I just gotta lower your dose," He teases. He knows if he was seriously hurting you or making you uncomfortable you'd tell him to stop, you both communicate and trust each other enough to know that.

His teasing words only make you moan even more, shaking your head rapidly.

"No, no! Sammy please—"

"My baby's so desperate, huh? I'll give you more, baby, c'mon,"

And then he's sliding his arm under your hips, lifting them at an angle and pounding into you deeper and so hard you cry harder, a mess of tears and sobs until you're shaking, your pussy fluttering hard as you feel him cu—

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"So, what're we thinking for breakfast? Chocolate chip pancakes?" You're quickly snapped out of your daze, your eyes blinking wider, uncrossing your legs that somehow moved during your daydream.

It takes you a minute to think about what he said. Chocolate chip pancakes. Right. He knows you love those. Especially the way he makes them. He puts so many choc chips in there, there's more chocolate than pancake.

"Did those special psychic powers of yours include reading minds?"

He laughs, his palm rubbing up and down your arm.

"No, I don't even have those anymore, silly. I just know how to read you, baby." He smiles, nuzzling his nose against your temple.

"I know," You smile, relishing in his touch.

He then sets on the task of scrubbing you down, rubbing into your muscles with your favourite soaps. His big hands are perfect, digging into all the right spots. But eventually, after sitting against each other in the tub for so long, the water begins to grow cold, and goosebumps begin to rise upon your flesh. Of course, Sam feels it too, and shifts slightly behind you.

"Alright, we should get out," He rubs up and down your arms a few more times as you nod.

He gets out of the bath first, standing up behind you. He stifles a laugh when the water drips off his body and falls onto yours, watching your shoulders hunch and a grumbly noise leave your lips.

"Sorry, baby" He smirks through his apology, his fingers lightly brushing your head as he steps out onto the bath mat.

He turns around, extending his hands to help you. Your limbs definitely aren't as stiff, but they're still wobbly when you move them after sitting for so long. You rise on shaky legs, putting your weight into Sam's hands as he leans close, making sure you don't fall.

Once you get your bearings, standing in the tub, he looks at you with a little smirk, and you know he's gonna say something stupid.

"Is it awful to tell you that you look like a newborn deer?"

You scowl.

"I'm never letting you fuck me again."

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[sheaabuttaababyy]

Always loved you - Jey uso

Warning: smut 18+, some real nasty shit🌚

Hope you enjoy❤️

Aria sang along to rise by Solange that was playing through out her car, trying to push the nervous feeling that was bubbling in her stomach. She sighed as she got another text from Trinity.

Trin: I swear Aria your ass better come it’s not gonna be the same if you ain’t here boo:(

Swiping the text away she pulled up to the familiar large house seeing multiple cars in the drive way and on the street.

Finding a spot she parked her car taking a deep breath. She wasn’t ready to see him. After ignoring him for over 2 weeks she didn’t know how his reaction was gonna be. She ignored his calls, messages, emails, and the multiple flowers and cards he wrote her.

Aria was thinking if she should start the car back up and drive away. But she couldn’t miss the get together she was basically family to the Fatu’s, her family and their family basically grew up with each other.

"Fuck it" grabbing her purse she got out the car smoothing down her yellow set that she was wearing and fluffed up her curls. Walking towards the house she went towards the back hearing laughter and music.

"AYYYYEE SIS" looking over she saw Jon coming towards her giving her a big hug. Laughing lightly she hugged him back. "Hey brothaa"

"Jon move stop hogging her" Trin pushed her husband giving her bestie a hug. "Heyy boo I’m glad you came" pulling away Aria sighed. "Yeah couldn’t miss it or the whole family would be on my ass" Trin and Jon nodding their head in agreement.

"Sooooooo, you gonna tell us why you’ve been ignoring my brother?" Trin quickly slapped her husbands arm. "Babe!"

"It’s fine girl, ima go say hi to everyone else" Aria spoke leaving Trinity to scold Jon.

After greeting everyone Aria was now sitting at the table wondering where Josh was. Feeling something scratch her leg she saw Josh’s dog pongo trying to jump on her lap. "Aww yes yes hi baby. I missed you too" picking him up she got up walking him around as if he was a child.

Feeling eyes on her she looked towards the grill seeing Josh staring at her. He was wearing a tight black fitted tee shirt with matching black shorts, his two gold chains on. The same ones that would dangle in her face every time he fucked her in missionary. Seeing how good he looked turned her on. 

Josh taking in Arias appearance got his dick hard. The yellow set she wore went perfectly with her brown glowy skin along with her gold bracelets and necklaces she was wearing. She also had her natural curly hair out which he loved. She looked perfect, But he was still pissed off at her. Giving her one last glance he went back to flipping the meat that was on the BBQ grill.

Needing a moment Aria put Pongo down making him whine before grabbing her purse going into the house. Going into the washroom she took a few deep breaths, As a loud knocking interrupted her. "It’s occupied" the person knocked again louder making her frown. "Excuse me I said it’s occupied" they knocked again pissing her off. Going to the door she unlocked it yanking it open.

" I said it’s occupi-" she was cut of by Josh who gently but firmly grabbed her throat pushing her against the door as it harshly shut.

Letting go of her neck he stepped back crossing his arms leaning against the wall across from her. "Why you been ignoring me?"

"J-Josh I’ve just been super bus-" Josh put his hand up shutting Aria up. "You really gonna stand here and say that shitty ass lie?"

"I’m not lying, I told u I’ve been bu-" Josh threw his arms up getting frustrated. "Stop fucking lying to me! You ignored me for weeks, after everything? Seriously Ria? Did me confessing my feelings for you really push you away that much. Do you really not wanna be with me that bad that it made you run away and ignore me?

Hearing the emotion in Josh’s voice and how his voice cracked at the end of his sentence made Arias eyes burn with tears. She felt guilty at the fact she made him feel this way knowing she felt the same. She was just scared.

"I-I’m sorry" letting her tears fall she quickly wiped them. "Your sorry. That’s it? We’ve been fucking for months you were fine with that. Aria I told you I’m in love with you and you said you were in the love with me too. Then you just. Left... Do you know how much that hurt?" Walking forward her took her hands in his feeling her relax in his touch.

"I-I know I’m just scared Josh" whispering she met his eyes as he looked down at her slightly confused. "Scared of what baby? You know I got you." Kissing her knuckles he lightly rubbed his thumb against them. "What if we don’t work out? I don’t want to lose even as a friend and I don’t wanna get hurt again"

Josh sighed at her words he knew Aria had bad commitment issues especially after her last relationship, her dumbass ex fiancé Darren cheated on her with her co-worker.

Josh took a deep breath, his heart racing as he looked into Aria's eyes. "Ria, I need you to hear me. I’m in love with you. I’ve watched you go through so much pain, and it breaks my heart. That dumbass didn’t deserve you, and I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt like that again. I promise, I will never treat you bad. I’ll cherish you and love you the way you deserve. You mean everything to me, and I want to be the one who makes you smile. Just let me in so I can fully love you baby."

Aria’s eyes burned with her tears as she let out a soft sob. She felt upset for pushing him away without saying anything and the fact that he was the one here trying to fix it made her feel guilty but also happy. Wrapping her arms around his neck she buried her face into his chest "I’m sorry Josh you mean everything to me too and I wanna try with you. You make me feel safe and secure. I love you too"

hearing those words come from her mouth made Josh crack a huge smile. Leaning down he kissed her lips softly gripping her hips pulling her closer into him.

Pulling away both of them were breathless. Their eyes locked again as Aria leaned in capturing her lips with Josh’s as he gladly accepted it. His right hand made it down to her round soft ass squeezing it making Aria let out a low moan. The kiss getting more hungry by the second Josh walked forward until Ria‘s back hit the bathroom door.

Pulling back Josh pecked her lips trailing slow kisses down towards her neck. Finding her sweet spot he placed a open mouth kiss on her neck gently biting it. Using his right foot he nudged Arias legs open a bit placing his knee in between her legs. Pushing his knee up he applied pressure on her pussy.

Moaning, Aria slowly started grinding herself on his leg as he continued to kiss all over her neck.

Grabbing the front of her yellow tank top he yanked it down causing her boobs to spill out since she wasn’t wearing a bra. "Fuck baby I missed your titties so much" placing a few pecks on them Josh put his face between them while jiggling them with his hands motor boating her.

Aria let out a loud laugh at the action trying to push his head away, feeling his ticklish beard. Josh took Ria’s left nipple in his mouth slowly sucking on it. "Mhmm fuck Josh" his warm wet mouth on her tit mixed with the pleasure she felt from grinding on his thigh felt so good.

He switched nipples giving love to the right before kissing all the way down her stomach kneeling on the ground. Grabbing the waist band of her pants he looked up at Aria who was looking down at him. Silently asking for permission she nodded her head making him pull down her pants along with her black seamless panties all the way down to her ankles making her step out of them.

He put her left leg over his shoulder along with her right and quickly stood up. Aria let out a squeal/scream hugging Josh’s head.

"Put me down I’m gonna fall!" Josh laughed at her being scared, it being muffled from how hard Ria’s thighs were hugging his head.

Placing her on the bathroom counter he grabbed her thick thighs pushing her legs back so her knees were close to her head. Leaning down Josh slowly licked her pussyhole that was already leaking with her creamy juices all the way up to her clit before sucking it into his mouth nice and slow. "Yessuuuhh fuck daddy suck that pussy"

Grabbing the back of Josh’s mullet Aria tightly gripped his hair grinding against his face taking slight control. "Stick your tongue in it daddy" Josh smiled widely showing off his gold grillz before putting his tongue back in her. Sitting up a bit Ria thrusted her hips forward grinding and humping against his face, making her moan out.

Taking control again Josh took his tongue out placing his mouth back on her clit sucking on it before putting two fingers in her thrusting them in and out of her slowly. Looking up He saw Arias face twisted up in pleasure as she cried out. "Look at me Ria" when she didn’t he sped up the fingering making her scoot up and moan. "I said look at me. Look at how daddy’s making you feel"

Looking down at the beautiful sight, she saw her man sucking and licking on her clit like he was starving as her pussy juices were all over his mouth and beard, some of it running down his neck onto his chains and staining his back shirt. His whole hand that he was fingering her with was glistening in her juices. "Who got your pussy wet like dis? Mhmm?" Working his fingers faster in her he smiled when he realized he started to hit perfectly against her spot.

Opening her mouth Aria tried to respond but nothing came out as she felt her orgasm about to come hard and fast making her legs shake. "Yo ass better respond before I stop Ria"

"You! You! Only you do Josh only u can get me like this, fuck I’m cumming I’m cumming" Arias words were slurred as she choked on a sob. "That’s right mama cum in my mouth. You gonna feed yo man baby?"

"Fuck yes!" Ria yelled out as her toes curled.

"Yeah? Go on then. Cum"

On command she came, her juices coming out of her landing square in Josh face and chest soaking his shirt. Standing up he licked his fingers clean smirking at his girl "Mhmm, come give me a kiss so u can taste how good u are mama"

lazily she smiled leaning up to kiss him. Their tongues clashed as they kissed each other sloppy. Giving her one last nasty kiss Josh pulled away grabbing Aria making her stand up on her shaky legs.

"Bend that ass over for me" obeying she leaned on her elbows making sure to put an arch in her back.

"Like this?" Her playful whisper seductive whisper went straight to Josh’s dick. "Just like that baby, just like that". Aria bit her lip looking through the mirror seeing him take off his shirt along with his shorts. She felt herself getting wetter at how his chains were looking against his tatted chest. His hard thick dick was standing tall, as some of his Pre cum was smeared at the head of his dick making her salivate. It was so pretty.

Reaching her right hand between her thighs she started rubbing slowly on her pussy watching Josh who purposely took his sweet time watching her. "Please Josh hurry up I need you in me"

"Be patient. Mhmm baby this ass so fat" slapping her right cheek he gripped it smacking it again. Aria hissed and moaned at the harsh spanks he was giving her.

Grabbing the base of his dick he tapped her clit with his tip. Guiding it to her hole he pushed in just a little bit making them both moan out. He thrusted into her quickly making Aria let out a loud gasp from the sudden feeling of his girthy dick inside her making her feel full. Josh groaned feeling her warm wet walls wrap around him tightly making him jolt forward pressing his chest against her back putting his face in her neck kissing it lightly.

Slowly pulling back leaving his tip in her thrusted into her again before giving her slow deep strokes Josh’s hand wrapped around Arias throat making her whimper. "Fuck daddy u feel so good in me"

arias left hand gripped the Counter so hard her knuckles began to turn white. Josh put his left hand on top of hers intertwining them before putting it behind her back. Doing the same with the right he gripped both her wrist in his left hand.

Once they were secured in his hand he began to speed up his strokes fucking Aria harder. "Yessss yess yess fuck me, fuck me"

"Yeah you like the way Im fuckin you. Huh? You like the way I slut you out mama" seeing that Arias head was down he used his free hand to grip her curls yanking her head back so she could see how he was fucking her through the mirror.

Josh leaned down a bit to whisper in her ear making eye contact with her in the mirror "Look at you getting fucked out. You nasty bitch you like getting dug out knowing we could get caught, does that make your pussy wet?" Aria whined out her eyes rolling back at his nasty words as his thrusts got harsher.

"You ain’t gotta tell me mama I can tell by the way you drippin on my shit" giving her ass three hard spanks he let go of her wrists. "Throw dat ass back baby show me how much you missed your dick"

Putting her hands on the counter Aria started to throw it back on his dick matching his thrusts making clapping and wet sounds fill the air.

Aria felt her lower stomach tighten, the feeling of her orgasm approaching. She let out a whimper when Josh pulled out of her, before she could even question he turned her around lifting her on the counter. "I need to see your face when i nut deep inside you" he captured her lips in a slow passionate kiss as he slowly entered back in her.

Pulling away from her lips he leaned down spitting on dick as he continued to thrust inside Arias pussy. "Spit on it" making eye contact with him she sat up a bit spitting at where they were connected.

Josh started thrusting in Aria at a super fast pace pushing them both closer to their orgasm. Using his right hand he played with her clit making her scream out as her orgasm washed over her, squirting all over his dick.

"Fuck Ria" Josh thrusting slowed down as he nutted, his face in her neck one arm tightly around her waist as the other was gripping her ass cheek.

They both were breathing heavily as they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. "Shit that was intense" Josh lightly laughed in her neck before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I know. Nigga you almost yanked my hair out my head" Aria said playing with Josh’s chains.

"Yeah you probably gonna be balding soon"

Aria smacked his chest letting out a giggle. "You play too damn much"

Laughing Josh gave her another kiss "let’s go get cleaned up real quick" he picked her up placing her over his shoulder making her squeal as her took them to the shower.

After showering Aria was dressed in one of Josh’s grey sweatpants and a white long sleeve v neck that she left here. Josh was also wearing grey sweats and a short sleeve white T-shirt that clung tightly against his body.

"You don’t think their gonna question why we’ve been gone for 2 hours right?" Aria bit her lip a little nervous.

"Nah nah we will just say we made up and you my girl now" opening the sliding door they both stepped outside.

"Um sir you haven’t even asked me to officially be your girlfriend"

"Ima do it special when I officially ask you, but as of right now you still my girl. But you already knew that" he said pecking her lips making her smile

They both walked up to the bonfire that was lit up as some of Josh’s family was roasting marshmallows. Sitting down on a chair Josh pulled Aria onto his lap placing a blanket over them.

"Oh my goodddd my favs is back together" Trinity spoke out loud smiling big. Aria nodded her head blushing as Josh kissed her cheek.

"Oh y’all finally done fuckin?" Zilla asked his mouth full as he ate a burger.

It went silent for a few seconds before everyone bursted out laughing. "Man…shut yo ass up" Josh said trying to hide his smile.

Finally wrote something when I couldn’t sleep and was ovulating…lol

Also I’m gonna make a 🏷 taglist so if you want to be added in it Just comment "add me"

Requests are open🫶🏽

[rafesheaven]

I need handyman!rafe smut right now! The thought is making my brain mush because I just know he’s gonna go completely feral when he finally gets to lick into you. Like he def will start by eating it through your panties, till he gets impatient and is pulling them off and stuffing them in the back pocket of his jeans while he starts feasting like a starved man. Like pleaseeeee😫😫😫😫😫

warnings — handyman!rafe, groping, teasing, dry humping, dirty talk, rafe eating you out through your panties, panty stealing (common trend w him), oral (f. receiving) wc — 1k (missed my icky man sm + got carried away ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა)

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rafe walked you up to your apartment after your date, not necessarily ready to leave your side just yet. “thank you for walking me to my apartment; you didn’t have to do that,” you smiled softly, digging through your purse for your keys. “i know i didn’t have to, but i wanted to, plus i need to make sure you got into your place safely,” he leaned against the doorframe. “this entire complex is one of the top ten safest to live in,” you bickered.

“can never be too safe, doll face," rafe tsked, watching you pull your key out from your purse. "i guess you're right," you hum, inserting the key into the lock and twisting it until you hear the faint sound of a 'click'. you stood there for a second as if you were having a debate in your head.

pushing your nerves to the back of your mind, you turned to face him, “would you want to come in for a bit?” your soft voice rang through his ears. he nearly had to pinch himself; he had to be dreaming, right? sure, he's been in your apartment countless times to do his job, but this was different.

you took his hand in yours, locking the door behind you when the two of you entered your apartment. “tryin’ to get me all alone, huh?” rafe teased, plopping himself onto your couch, “maybe,” your flushing face giving you away. "maybe? why else would you ask me to come in?" he smirked, grabbing your hips to pull you onto his lap.

rafe grasped the back of your neck, his lips molding into yours within seconds. his hand on your hip slid to the small of your back, pulling your body into his as close as possible. he nipped at your bottom lip, teasingly sucking it between his own lips, making you moan.

he swore he'd bust in his jeans at the sound, "jesus...'m trying so hard to behave." he groaned, "but you're killing me." you giggled against his lips, a gasp replacing it when his tongue slipped into your mouth with ease. his hands cupped your ass, lifting you off his lap to settle you flat onto the couch on your back.

your lips were glossy with a combination of your spit when he broke the kiss to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses onto your jaw and neck. you yelped as his teeth nipped at your flesh, his tongue following suit to soothe the sting. rafe was painfully hard, his bulge straining against the denim of his jeans. he pulled your legs to wrap around his hips, pressing and rolling his into yours, "feel that? feel what you do to me, doll face?"

"y-yes," you stammered, your hips bucking against his. rafe's hands moved under your top, palming your breasts. his thumbs rolled and pinched your hardened buds through the lace of your bra. your clit catches onto his clothed cock the harder he grinds against you. his lips find yours again, silencing your pathetic whimpers, the thinness of your skirt barely acting as a barrier between the rough denim of his jeans and your panties. "m-more," you whined, causing a deep chuckle to rumble through rafe's chest.

"more? what more do you need, hm? my fingers? my mouth? or maybe my cock? gotta use that pretty mouth to tell me, or i can't give it to you, sweet girl," he taunted. "anything, please, rafe! just need you to touch me," you begged, desperate for the slightest ounce of his touch.

“fuck…anything?” his mind already made up, his cock twitching in his jeans at the thought of what he’s been wanting to do for months. you propped your upper body on your elbows, watching him snake his way down your body, leaving a wake of wet kisses onto your tummy. he fisted your skirt in his hands, dragging them off your hips and carelessly tossing them aside. his large palms ran up your thighs, pushing them apart to slot himself between them.

his breath catches in his throat when his eyes meet the wet spot in your panties. "barely touched you, and you already ruined these pretty panties," he rasped. you mewl as his tongue licks a stripe up your folds to your clit against the soaked material. "shit, been dying to taste this sweet pussy," he moaned, your wetness seeping through and coating his tongue.

you squirmed under him as he licked and sucked your sensitive bud through the pink lace. rafe was growing impatient; he couldn't wait for a second longer; he needed his tongue on your bare cunt. he pulled back, the lace now translucent from being ruined with your arousal and his spit. his fingers tucked into the waistband, dragging them down your legs, "gonna save these for later as my personal souvenir."

he stuffed the pair into the back pocket of his jeans before hooking his arms under your thighs to pull them over his shoulders and yanking you forward. "prettiest pussy i've ever seen," he groaned, burying his head between your legs. his tongue slipped through your slick folds, "and the fuckin' sweetest."

your back arched off the couch, his tongue circling your puffy clit before closing his lips around the bud. your hips jerked against him, his nails indenting into your skin. "shouldn't ask for more if you're gonna try to run from it," rafe hummed, pinning your hips to inhibit you from moving away.

your jaw goes slack as he ate you like you were his last meal; he's desperate and has been dying for this moment, and now that he's finally got a taste, he's not letting up. your head fell back into the pillow when his tongue delved inside you. "please…" you whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut. the tip of his nose grinds against your clit as you shamelessly rocked your hips. your sweet whimpers and moans did nothing but spur rafe on, his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud over and over.

a choked sob travels up your throat, your orgasm ripping through you when he harshly sucks at your poor clit. he greedily lapped at your sweet release, pulling himself away to press a kiss to your inner thigh. he gently set your trembling legs down, crawling back up to hover over you. "god, you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that," he muttered, dipping his head down.

you taste yourself on his lips, his hand inching lower between your bodies. you gasp into his mouth at the feeling of the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your poor sensitive clit, “you like that?” rafe whispers. “mhm! you whine, “good ‘cause ‘m not done with this sweet little cunt. i plan on burying my face between these thighs all night.”

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[lunarlando]

Hi I love ur girl dad lando fics sm they're adorable I was wondering if u could write smth where lando and readers girls invite their friends for a sleepover (like a crossover with carlos,charles, Oscar and max F's kids) cuz they're besties and reader and lando putting in lots of effort for the girls and making it a fun time for them and overall fluff and comedy pls xx

Hope u have a grt day and feel free to ignore this request if u don't want to write it xx 🫶🏼

so so sorry this took me so long to get around to, but thank you for your request! as a quick refresher since it's been ages since i've written for this little universe, we've got estelle and delilah norris, adrien leclerc, teo sainz, maeve and clara piastri, and some new additions—luca and lina fewtrell! hope you enjoy x

feel free to request more :)

“If someone told me I'd be in my thirties blowing up air mattresses for a bunch of children instead of going for a night out, I’d call them mental.” 

“And yet, here you are.” 

Here Lando is indeed, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, blowing up the third of eight child sized air mattresses for the girls’ sleepover tonight. Mattresses one and two have been cast off to the side, ready to go. You’re watching him moan and groan from the kitchen while you prep snacks and drinks for the kids. 

Estelle and Delilah had begged you to have a sleepover with their friends this weekend, and with all of them actually in Monaco for once, how could you refuse? 

“Y’know, you’re making terrible time on those mattresses,” You tease, turning towards the fridge to grab those little smoothie drinks the girls love. You’re all stocked up on their favorite foods, you’ve got their favorite movies queued on the television, and you’re pretty much prepared for anything a group of excited kids would want. 

All you want is for everything to go well tonight, because your girls are your world. 

You’re swept off your feet before you can throw another smart remark Lando’s way, drawn into his chest as his fingers dig into your sides, making you nearly shriek with laughter. You manage to push him away, but not before he’s rendered you breathless with his tickling. 

“When are all the little rascals coming over?” 

You slide your hands up his chest to link around the back of his neck, fingers toying with the curls at his nape. “Should be soon. Carlos is picking up Adrien on his way to bring Teo here, Lily and Oscar are dropping off the twins after gymnastics, and Pietra said she’ll be sending Max over with Luca and Lina pretty soon.” 

“Pietra’s not coming round?” 

“Pietra’s eight months pregnant on bed rest, my love. Have you forgotten, or has all that blowing made you lightheaded?” 

Lando rolls his eyes, squeezing your hip. “Ha ha, very funny, you.” 

“You love me.” 

“Duh. Wouldn’t have let you rope me into this circus otherwise,” He teases. 

“Don’t act like it hasn’t been your life’s dream to host a sleepover with eight kids hopped up on sugar and sweets.” 

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” 

There’s an undertone there, something more serious in his words that makes you smile warmly.

Lando has always been a family guy. His loved ones are his world, and the little family you’ve been able to create with each other despite all the challenges is one of the few things that take precedence over racing. You still remember the day you told him you were pregnant with Estelle. How he’d gone completely misty eyed and nearly tackled you in a hug before you’d even finished uttering the words. 

He’s told you before, getting to be a father, getting to have a family, it’s a gift he’d never be able to thank you enough for. 

You pull him in closer to kiss him, taking advantage of the girls being busy in their room to have a little time alone to love on your husband. 

“Daddy!!!” Estelle’s loud shriek has you both pulling away from each other in a snap. Lando deflates against you, groaning quietly. 

“Yes, lovebug?” He calls, angling his head towards the direction of her voice. 

“I can’t find my race car pajamas!” 

“That’s ‘cause they’re in the laundry! You got ice cream on them last night, remember?” 

You dig a sharp elbow into Lando’s side, eliciting a high pitched yelp and an incredulous look aimed your way. You raise a brow at your husband. “You gave them ice cream last night?” 

“Shit. Erm, no, ‘course I didn’t,” He says unconvincingly, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t do that, would I? Definitely did not give them—”

“Daddy!” Estelle screeches again, the end of the word long and drawn out. 

“Wow, would you listen to that? I reckon I should go see what I can do for that darling daughter of ours!” He’s wriggled himself free before you can blink, pressing the hastiest of pecks to the corner of your mouth quickly before speeding off to Estelle’s rescue (and away from the trouble he’d been about to get in). 

You laugh and shake your head, because he's just the same as when you’d first had the privilege of loving him all those years ago. He was younger then, more boyish, maybe even a little naive, but that was who you fell in love with. In some ways, he's the same. In other ways, he's grown tenfold. 

Either way, changed or not, you've loved him all this time and will continue to, even after you inevitably become old and grey together. It won't happen for a long time, but you're looking forward to growing old with Lando. 

—

“My back is killing me,” He grumbles later in the night, as he pads gingerly across the room over to his side of the bed. It’s nearly midnight and all the kids had gone off to bed a few hours ago after a fully action packed evening, so now it’s your turn to wind down. 

The days when you’d stumble home hand in hand, drunk and giggling in the wee hours of the morning are nothing but a distant memory. Now, you can barely stay up past twelve most nights. Right now, you’re both exhausted. But the kids had a blast, and that makes everything worth it. 

You giggle at his over exaggerated steps. “C’mere, I’ll massage you.” That makes him perk up, smirking at you like the massage will lead to other things. “Don’t even think about it, mister. Try again another day when we’re not hosting all of our friends’ kids.” 

“Am I able to get that rain check in writing, or…”

“Uncle Lando?” A small voice from the hallway draws both of your attention. Max’s son, Luca, is peering at the two of you, half shrouded in the darkness of the hallway. 

“Luca! What’re you doing up, buddy?” Lando asks, beckoning him into the room. The boy pads in hesitantly, looking worried.

You pat the covers as a sign for him to take a seat and he does, rubbing at his shoulder the same way his dad always does when something is bothering him. Sometimes you can’t believe how similar Luca is to Max. 

“I couldn’t—I can’t sleep,” He mumbles, little brows furrowed. “I miss my mum.” 

“Oh, honey,” You soothe, scooting closer to put your hand over his smaller one. The seven year old’s bottom lip trembles a touch. 

“You know, there was one time your dad and I had to stay in the same hotel room, and he couldn't sleep either because he missed your mum,” Lando mentions, voice light, like he's recalling something casual. 

“You and dad had a sleepover?” 

Lando looks very much like he wants to explain that no, he and Max, two grown men, did not have a sleepover, but at your subtle shake of the head, doesn't. He nods instead, patting the boy on the back. “Yeah, mate, we had a sleepover. Anyways, your dad just couldn’t fall asleep for hours, and d’you wanna know what eventually did help him?” 

“What, Uncle Lando?” 

“We gave your mum a call, and they talked for a bit, and afterwards, he was able to fall asleep right quick. Shall we do that? Give your parents a ring?” 

Luca nods quickly, sniffling. Lando smiles warmly as he reaches over to swipe his phone off the bedside table. You watch as he shows the boy what to do instead of just ringing Max himself. 

Suddenly you're hit with an overwhelming feeling of what Lando would be like if the two of you ever had a son. You’d had the conversation many times before, whether or not you wanted to have a third child. The timing had just never been right. 

Raising two kids under two whilst Lando was away racing most of the time had been rough enough, but the girls were nearly eight now. And sure, his career is still going strong at the moment, but you've got years of experience under your belt now. 

You wouldn't say no to another kid if Lando felt the same way, especially if it ended up being a boy. Make no mistake, you were a girl mom through and through, but the thought of having a little mini Lando running around with his big sisters made your heart swell.

“Mate, shouldn’t you be—Luca! Hey, big guy!” Max answers on the third ring, teasing demeanor morphing straight into parental as soon as he catches a glimpse of his son on the other side of the screen rather than Lando. “What’s up? You having fun with your friends?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Um, is…” Luca hesitates, casting a nervous glance at Lando, who only nods encouragingly. It seems to help, because he turns his attention back, sounding much more firm when he speaks again. “Can I talk to mum?” 

“Can you talk to mum? Of course you can! Let me go find her. You know your mum, always wandering around these days,” Max jokes, winking. Luca giggles quietly. He already looks like he's feeling much better. “Oi, P! There’s someone special who wants to talk to you.” 

Luca chats with Pietra for a little bit, and you can tell just how much that little boy loves and adores his mother. He’s beaming happily when the call ends, a far cry from the timidness he’d come in with earlier. 

“All good now, mate? You’ll try and get some sleep tonight?” Lando asks, clapping Luca on the shoulder gently. 

“Yep! Thanks, Uncle Lando!” He runs off without another word after that. 

“Well, I think we handled that pretty well, don’t you think?” Lando hums, tossing his phone back on the bedside table. “Hello? Darling?” 

“What would you think about having another baby?” You blurt. 

“Another—babe, what? Where is this coming from?” He splutters, looking utterly bewildered. His eyes go wide a split second later. “Wait, you’re not—are you?” 

“No, no, I’m not—I just—fuck, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to ask so bluntly like that, I was trying to ease into the conversation.” 

“Oh. Okay. That’s…yeah. Sorry, you just caught me off guard is all.” He scrubs a hand over his face.  “I didn’t know you were thinking about it. Last I recall we were on the same page about stopping at two. Did something change, or…?” 

“I don’t know. I guess I was just thinking about, y’know, what if we wind up having a boy? A mini Lando, running around with his big sisters one day?” 

Lando opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, then snaps it shut before inhaling a sharp breath and trying again. “I love our little family more than anything.” 

“I do too.”

“Are we really ready to have three kids?” 

“I think we are. We managed eight of them pretty well tonight.” You shrug, sliding a reassuring hand over Lando’s. “Plus, there’s more than enough love to go around, don’t you think?” 

That seems to solidify the decision, because he brings your joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “We got this. Let’s have another baby!” 

[kngrose]

could u possibly do dom/soft sevika head cannons ?😋

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀

steamy shower with sevika

WARNINGS: established mommy kink, lots of praise, petnames, knee riding, fingering, brief mention of squirting, orgasm denial, spanking, implied dacryphilia, mean! sevika but i swear it’s subtle, don’t we all want sevika to dote on us

from roselí ᡣ𐭩: i know this was supposed to be hc’s but ialwaysgetcarriedawayimSORRY. very minimal plot, we dive RIGHT into it. i miss you guys! been busy with work and school lately, trying to find more time for this blog. xx

Somehow she’d managed to convince you to shower with her again— which was always a mistake. You’d never get to show on account of her touchiness, and insistance on doing everything but showering. Pure insanity, that you thought you’d have a different outcome this time around.

Sevika grabs you by the hips, pulling you against her body as she closes the shower door and traps you right up against her. She's significantly taller than you, having to tilt her head down slightly to look you in the eyes.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" She murmurs almost mindlessly, holding you tightly against her as the hot steam from the shower fills the room. Her large hands wander your body, appreciating your soft skin.

She takes a moment to just hold you, enjoying having you in her arms. Her bare skin feels nice against yours, arms firmly wrapped around you as she just takes in your presence for a moment. She gently begins to rub your back, giving you a small peck on the forehead.

Sevika looks down at the loofa and soap in your hand before taking it from you, beginning to lather the soapy cloth. “I can do it myself, you know.” You smile up at her sweetly, but she shushes you, shaking her head dismissively. “Nonsense, baby.” Her eyes never once leave yours as she works, her other hand still continuing to massage and run over your body.

Once she decides the loofa is sufficiently sudsy, she begins running it over your bare skin gently. Her gaze finally leaves yours as she looks down at your body that she is now softly scrubbing, making sure to get every inch.

She doesn’t miss the gasp you let out as she scrubs in between your legs, huffing when you grip her arm softly.

She pays you a soft chuckle, hand moving a little rougher and faster. "This good, baby?" She inquires, eyes flicking up to meet yours. Her other hand continues rubbing your stomach gently, large fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly.

“Sevika—” You only let out a airy moan in response, gripper her arm a little tighter. It was enough for her to understand. “We can’t do this— fuck— everytime—” You try to hold a firm ground but the way she’s looking at you— you resolve can’t help but crumble. “We need to shower.”

She hums softly in response, the loofa now dropping completely from her hand so she has both hands to work on your body. She begins to slowly push you further back until your back hits the shower wall, hands never leaving your skin. Her left hand massages your hip as her right hand makes firm, slow movements in between your legs. "But you look so gorgeous for me, pretty girl..." She murmurs, eyes once again glued to yours as she watches your expressions with an intensity that can’t be matched.

Impossibly so, your body seamed to heat up, even noticeable under the hot water.

"So sensitive for Mommy." She praises, hand beginning to work faster. She leans in, kissing across your cheek to your mouth. Her lips brush against yours, and then move down slowly to your neck. She starts to suck and lick lightly at your sensitive skin, nibbling and biting gently at the spots that have you moaning.

She sucks her teeth briskly, shaking her head when you— ridiculously— try to move her hand away from your pussy.

Sevika pulls away from your neck, grabbing you by the wrists and pinning them both against the shower wall above your head. "Oh no you don't, darlin'." She drawls, lips attaching back to your throat as her fingers press firmly and rub between your folds. "You're gonna take what Mommy gives you, yeah?" She murmurs against your skin.

“Mommy!”

She continues rubbing roughly between your thighs, pressing firmly into your clit as her other hand moves from your wrists to hold your waist again. "Yeah, just like that, pretty thing." She praises. "I know you’ll take it for Mommy…” She coos with a light nip to your earlobe.

You wrap your arms around her shoulders, clinging to her loosely as you feel that familiar coil bubble up in your stomach, bucking your pussy back into her hand feverishly.

“I’m gonna cum, mommy!”

And just as you feel yourself on the edge, Sevika pulls away, ceasing her movements immediately. "Look at me, babygirl." She says firmly, wanting your eyes to meet hers. "There they are." She murmurs softly at your eye contact. "My pretty girl." She coos, pressing her forehead against yours.

She chuckles as you whine at the loss of friction, your orgasm effectively ruined. "Oh, C'mere, darlin'." Sevika murmurs, gently moving you with her hand still firmly planted on your waist. She sits you down on the marble shelf in the shower, pushing aside your large assortment of soaps and salts she’d bought you. She turns you around so she can stand behind you. "Bend over." She orders, voice a mere whisper.

“Yes, Mommy.”

She runs a hand through your hair, admiring how you were so ready to comply with her. "Good girl." Her praise comes in a low murmur as she pushes you down so your upper body rests against the shelf.

Sevika's hands begin to explore your back, gently massaging and caressing any skin she can touch. Her face lowers to your neck, pressing light kisses at the back of your neck and your shoulder. "Such a pretty girl." She murmurs against your skin.

“Mommy, please—”

She hums against your skin, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before standing back up properly. One hand is placed on the nape of your neck, the other moving to hold your waist.

She leans forward a bit, pressing her hips up against you, her pubes brushing softly against your ass her knee rubs back and forth against your core. She stared down at your bare back, watching the water roll off— almost in a trance. She wants to mark you, she thinks, and she wants to make sure everyone can see it.

You let out a choked moan, inching onto your tippy toes to better meet her knee. Your eyes roll shut at the feeling, the friction hitting your clit perfectly. She grins at the sound "How is it, hm? Tell Mommy." Sevika murmurs teasingly, leaning down to press her lips softly against your back.

“S-S’good~” You can’t help the way it drawls out of your mouth, the friction of her knee, the kisses down your back, the heat of the water, the cold marble— your senses are in a whirlwind and she isn’t helping.

She hums against your skin as she moves her lips to a different spot, starting to kiss and suck there too. "Can't have my pretty girl walking around unmarked, now can I?" Sevika murmurs teasingly, pressing her lips softly against your new bruise as presses her knee into you more firmly.

And there it is again, right at its peak. That knot in your stomach ready to snap. Your legs shake on your tippy toes, hands gripping tightly at the marble. “Ah—! Mommy, I'm gonna—”

"No, darlin..'." She denies you, knee ceasing its movements as she goes still. "Not just yet.” You whine in frustration, huffing softly and kicking your feet. It was childish, yes, but you wanted to cum so bad, and you knew when she got into moods like this it would be a while before you did.

"Behave, yourself." She orders firmly, hand leaving your hip as she delivers a firm slap against your ass. You let out a yelp, your feet stilling at the harsh sting. Her hands were so large and heavy, it was never a treat to be spanked by her.

"That's better." She purrs in praise, her knee beginning to press against your core again, slowly this time. "Gonna behave for Mommy, pretty girl? Fussings’ not gonna get you what you want, you know that."

“Yes, Mommy… m’sorry… jus’ wanna cum.”

Sevika coos sweetly at your tone, picking the pace back up. "Look at you, being a sweet little thing... you make it hard to say no." She murmurs, moving her lips back to your nape as she begins to kiss, bite, and suck at the sensitive skin.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to build back up, her knee rubbing against your clit at a steady pace. She could tell, of course she could. She noticed the way your eyes shut close in concentration, your hands starting to grip the marble shelf tightly once again. Sneaky little thing you were.

And she brings you right to the edge again, meticulously this time, before pulling her entire body away from you, ceasing all contact.

"No." She warns, voice firm. "You aren't allowed to cum yet. Her tone is teasing as she watches your frustration build back up. Your eyebrows furrowed, your pouty lips set in a firm frown. It was cute. You audibly cry out this time, your body flustered and hot. “God!” Small tears pebble in the corners of your eyes.

Her hand comes back down hard on your bottom, spanking you once again. "What did I tell you?" Sevika warns, leaning down so her lips are level with your ear, "Be. Good."

You sniffle, tears blending in with the water from the shower head “Yes, Mommy...” You say, albeit a little reluctantly.

She offers a curt nod at your obedience, though you can’t see it. She looms over you again, pressing light kisses all over your wet skin. "Go ahead, grind your hips against me, darlin'." She encourages, knee moving back between your thighs.

You reach your hands under you and between your legs, grabbing at her thigh, trying to lock her in place while you buck your sopping pussy against her knee. You’re positive you looked somewhat pathetic, but it’s neither here nor there.

Sevika watches you grind against her knee for a moment before letting out a low groan. "Look at you… poor thing." She coos, the hand that she has planted on your hip aiding you, helping to push your body against her knee faster. "So desperate, aren't you, babygirl?" She questions with wide, lustful eyes.

She feels you shudder, moaning shakily, the build up seemingly intense. You continue to rock your hips into her knee rhythmically, your mosns growing shorter and shorter until they start to die in your throat. “Momm— Mommy! Can I please cum?”

You hear her hum considerately, and you just now she smirking down at you behind your back. “Hm… I don’t know. You've been awfully impatient…" She murmurs condescendingly, beginning to help you move your hips faster against her thigh. She hums once more, a short, guttural sound.

"Go ahead."

She freezes momentarily as you push her away, unsure of your next move. You sit up, turning around to face her. Her eyes widen as you spread your legs lewdly, showing off your pretty cunt. “Fuck me…” The most fuckable expression etched on your pretty face. “Please… I want your hands, Mommy.”

She quickly makes a move of pushing you backwards, your back pressed flush against the cool tiles of the shower wall. "Shh, shh, shh." She coos at you, gently wiping your baby tears away. "It's alright, darlin'." She presses her lips to your cheek, and then your lips. "I got you. No more whining. Mommy's gonna take good care of you." Sevika murmurs, left hand moving down your body.

Your eyes follow her hand in anticipation, breathing become a bit more labored in the steamy shower. “Y-yes, please…” It was said more to yourself than anything, you weren’t even sure that you had said it out loud.

She shushes you again, the teasing expression from before replaced by a soft, sympathetic one. "I know, sweet thing. I know." Sevika whispers as her hand reaches your soaked pussy. "M’gonna make you feel good, baby'." She says softly, looking you directly in the eyes as she rubs your aching clit.

Your hips meet her hand almost instantly, bucking clumsily against her fingers. Your wrap your arms around her shoulders again, grounding yourself.

She leans down and presses her lips softly against yours before letting her eyes leave yours to look down at where she's touching you. "Pussy’s so wet for Mommy." She murmurs, eyes wandering back up to yours as she watches your expressions. "Look so pretty when I rub your pussy..." Sevika coos, leaning down to press her lips to your throat.

“Fuck! Mommy— I’m coming!”

She watches you as your eyes grow in size, mouth gaping open, chest rising and falling quickly as you pant. “Good girl… That’s my good girl.” She stops rubbing at your clit to plunge two thick fingers into your cunt, curling her fingers meticulously and rubbing against your g-spot in a steady rhythm. Your pussy’s letting out lewd squelching sounds, just barely heard over shower.

“F-fuck!” You throw your head back, leaning weakly against the wall. "Looks like someone just hit the jackpot." She says teasingly, smirking against your throat. She groans feeling your pussy tighten around her fingers again. "She’s so eager." Sevika murmurs against you before attaching her lips to your neck.

She begins to suck a large mark on your skin, that primal urge of hers to mark shining through once again. She bites and nips at you, making little noises against your skin. Her fingers keep their steady rhythm, pressing her palm up against you to hit your clit simultaneously.

“You gonna come undone again, sweet thing? Gonna grip Mommy’s fingers with your pretty pussy?” You pant lightly, mustering the energy to weakly nod your head, it was becoming harder to stand in your own two feet.

She hums softly, running a free hand back through your wet hair. "Good girls ask for permission first." Sevika coos lightly, pressing teasing kisses to your jawline. "Can you be a good girl for me?" She whispers in your ear, rubbing her nose against your cheek.

“Please,” You let out weakly, “Please let me cum, Mommy.”

"How could I say no?" She coos, slowly and smoothly slipping a third fingers into you, stretching you deliciously. "Mommy's got you, pretty girl." She presses gentle kisses to your cheeks, nose, anywhere on your face she can reach. "You're so good for me." She murmurs, pressing her forehead to yours.

The pace of her fingers quicken, thumping against that spongey spot in your walls. You let out moans like a mantra, bucking your hips where her palm meets your clit. "Go ahead, darlin'." She encourages you, watching as you tense up.

You let the build up snap when she gives you permission, squirting a mess all over her fingers. “Shhiiiiiiiit—” It comes out as a tiny whimper, but she hears nonetheless.

"Aren’t you just the cutest thing, my sweet pretty girl." She coos, pressing a kiss to your throat. She breathes out on a heavy exhale, fingers sgill curled against your g-spot, rubbing and stimulating it continuously. "Think you can give Mommy s’more?" You haven’t even showered yet.

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hello (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I'm sure ur inbox is probably brimming with requests rn, so I'm just gonna slip this in and u can take ur time with it!

[Top male] reader who's usually gentle in bed but had to go through a day full of misfortune that got him stressed, and he channels that into pounding the characters hard? When he comes back to himself, he feels so guilty and remains minimal contact with the characters for a few days. (⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)

The orders will be tiramisu, affogato and croissant! though, I'm not sure if the characters fit the prompt so feel free to change them out for another. (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

And if I haven't lost your interest, may I be so blunt to ask to take up the 📖 anon? If that isn't taken, of course.

Thank you dearly! ♡

˖⁺. “ stress fuck ! ” : 

﹙ multi bttm m. characters x frustrated top male reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various bttm male characters !! 🍒 : 

you're typically so gentle with him . . . but after a bad day - you can't help but come back and fuck him senseless 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ penetrative sex ˖ rough sex ˖ degradation ˖ some angst | wc : 1.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: here you go! hope you enjoy this! and of course you can be our 📖 anon <3

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﹙ Alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : He prefers it rough. Prefers his eyes rolled back into his skull and nails dragged down your back. Prefers the loud slapping and lewd moans pouring through the room as you manhandle him. Him. A 6’7”, highly trained mercenary. Have you any idea how fucking hot that is?

So when you were pounding away at his tight ass and spewing your degradation to his ear. Well, let’s just say that your cock ramming up his prostate was not the only thing sending him to cloud nine. The very notion that his soft-as-a-feather boyfriend was using him as a cocksleeve was enough to have him creaming all over himself.

Your hands left bruises on his olive skin. Ones that took his breath away when he looked at the mirror the morning after. His throat whispered memories of your tight grip stealing his breath away. Making him cling. Making him keen.

And then. . . you went distant. What the hell was that all about?

Alessio has never been good at no contact. Not texting you goodnight drives him insane as is. So don’t be too surprised when he’s crawling through your window at some ungodly hour to find out what the hell is going on.

“You - feel bad for fucking me?”

His half-hung eyes are wide for once. Before his hands grab at your shoulders and hoist you in. “You’re kidding right? Baby - I loved it.”

The puppy-eyed look he gives you is enough to melt your stubbornness. You sheepishly explain the entire situation and behold his frown. It doesn’t take much more until his arms are around you and toppling your body into the plush of couch cushions.

“No seas idiota.” ( “Don’t be an idiot” ) he huffs into your neck that he nuzzles up. “I just want you to do what you need, amore. None of that. Especially not for giving me the night of my life, yeah?” He pulls back to stare you down and then gives you a little peck when you nod.

﹙ Vespasiano 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : It’s no secret that Vespasiano has almost always been on the giving end in a relationship. Not to mention his lack of experience when it comes to men — so he’s still growing accustomed to being with you. His lovely boyfriend. Who also tops him. With that in mind, he quite appreciates your gentle hands and tender pace whenever he finds himself beneath you.

With that being said, he didn’t mind getting his ass ploughed that night you came home full of huffs and tensions. Even with his shock when you had suddenly buried your hand into his hair and forced his head into the pillows. When you started grunting and calling him a whore - splitting him open and making his eyes roll back.

He doesn’t thin anyone has ever fucked him out so much before. You got him to whine. Got him to whimper. Stutter and tell you it’s too much. Him. A man of his age, his experience.

The morning after, while the ache in his body and the realisation of what occurred still left him shocked, pleasure bubbled over his entire being. That felt. . . amazing.

Then came your distance. Anxiety swelled in his chest all over again. He can’t handle that. He’s dealt with it too many times from his ex wife. This sends him right back to the panic of uncertainty. Did he do something wrong? Were you mad at him?

He’s not going to bother with calling. He knows it never gets anywhere. So he’s showing up to your doorstep with big eyes while trying to keep it all together.

“Tesoro. . . did I do something? Talk to me, please.”

He’s collapsing into you before you know it. The guilt in your heart has you spilling everything which leaves him confused through his endless kisses all over your face.

“Too rough? Please. Do you think ‘m glass? I’m sixty-six, baby.” He’s chuckling against your ear despite his shaky demeanor. Cupping at your face and letting out a soft croon. “Nonsense. Is it new? Yeah. Do I hate it? Fuck no.”

He hooks you onto his lap soon after and shoots you a look of concern. “If anything I’m more worried ‘bout that bad day of yours. Won’t you talk to me?”

 

﹙ Jìngyí 209. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : He’s so used to his tender and gentle loverboy that the second you had him pinned down to the marble kitchen counter and fucking him to delirium — he almost thought he was dreaming.

He’s so accustomed to whispering sweet nothings to your ear, telling you how good you are, what a great job you’re doing. The last thing he expected was to have that replaced by your ragged voice muttering curses rough praises to his neck. Your nails clawing down his skin. Your hands making use of his flexible, snake-like body. With coils, pins, rough handles all over.

With all his work stress, of course he was all for you fucking him dumb and limp into the sheets. What he could not understand, however, was the sudden distance you put up after the morning of softness. Where he clung to you and murmured how much you had completely wrecked him the night before.

Good luck trying to remain distant from Mister Zhao, however. You’d find yourself confronted the second you avoided his call to check on your wellbeing.

He’s at your workstep before you can so much as blink. Pulling you off somewhere quiet and giving you a look through those amber, slitted eyes of his that told you to talk. Truthfully.

“You know how much I hate being ignored. . . sweetheart, what is the matter?”

All you can do is break when his tender hand caresses your face. Thumb rubbing below your eye while you sniffle over your rough day. How it resulted in you taking it out on him —- how bad you felt about it.

You catch his narrow-eyed stare. The look of disbelief and concern that melted through the prior irritation from your avoidance. He’s pulling you into his arms and tucking your head beneath his chin with a small frown.

“Silly boy. . . if I had an issue with it, do you not think I would have stopped you? Please, take it easy on yourself.”

You’ll have a quiet and calm day with him throughout. Anything to show you that he is fine, and so are you.

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[caitified]

Back about mom cc — her comforting our baby daughter who’s being fussy (any scenario works, but like this is how i picture it) during like bench-time or wtv?

Let’s say that perhaps Caitlin gets to sit down during some time during the game and ur in close proximity to her, ur daughter notices her other mom so she starts being a nightmare and cait notices her crying so she comes over and like

Idek Jumbotron clip of her calming her down by picking her up and just being the cutest mom ever — then u looking super sorry to essentially bug her while she’s working and she just kisses u both & says she’s super happy for u guys!

JUMBOTRON

CAITLIN CLARK X FAMILY READER

comments: guys not me lying and saying i was gonna post yesterday, sorry i forgot 😭 anyways had to come back to CC with a family fic! please give me more family ideas.

warnings:none

you were sitting courtside at caitlin’s game, like you always did, bella in your lap with her chubby arms wrapped around your neck. she was in her little fever jersey—number 22, just like her other mom—because she refused to wear anything else on game days.

it had been a good day so far. you got her dressed without much fuss, she had her snacks during warm-ups, and for the first half of the game, she was content to sit on your lap, clapping and shouting “mama!” every time caitlin scored. but bella was two, and two-year-olds had their limits. by the third quarter, her patience was wearing thin.

you were doing your best to keep her entertained—pointing out the cheerleaders, handing her your phone to watch videos, even bribing her with fruit snacks—but she was restless. the arena was loud, the game intense, and the fact that caitlin hadn’t glanced your way in what felt like hours was not helping.

“mama,” bella whined, squirming in your arms. her bottom lip stuck out, and you could see the tears welling in her big brown eyes, so much like yours. “i want mama.”

“baby, she’s working,” you said softly, brushing her curls out of her face. “she’ll come see you after, okay? we have to be patient.”

but bella wasn’t hearing it. her little hands balled into fists, and the first tear slipped down her cheek. “mama!” she cried, louder this time, and your heart sank because you knew there was no stopping it now.

you were bouncing her on your knee, whispering soft reassurances into her ear, when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. caitlin was walking toward you.

you froze. she had just subbed out for a quick rest, and you knew she only had a minute or two before she’d be called back in. this was her time to regroup, to catch her breath, and here she was, making her way to you with that determined look on her face.

bella saw her first. “mama!” she screamed, the tears suddenly forgotten as she reached out for caitlin, her tiny hands opening and closing like she couldn’t get to her fast enough.

caitlin crouched in front of you, her long arms reaching out to scoop bella up effortlessly. “hey, baby girl,” she murmured, her voice soft and steady, like the crowd noise didn’t even register to her. “what’s all this crying about, huh?”

bella’s tears stopped immediately, her little body melting into caitlin’s as she buried her face in her mom’s shoulder. caitlin rubbed her back in slow, soothing circles, murmuring things you couldn’t quite hear but could feel in the way bella relaxed against her.

the crowd had noticed by now. the camera operator must’ve caught the moment because, when you glanced up, the jumbotron was showing caitlin holding bella, her hand cradling the back of her head like she was the most precious thing in the world.

you felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. you didn’t mean to pull her attention like this—not during the game. you opened your mouth to apologize, but before you could, caitlin turned to you, her blue eyes soft and full of something you couldn’t quite name but felt down to your bones.

“don’t,” she said, reading you like she always did. “don’t apologize.”

she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead first, then to bella’s temple. the crowd cheered, and you could hear the commentators gushing about how sweet the moment was, but all you could focus on was the way caitlin looked at you like nothing else mattered.

“i’ll see you after the game, okay?” she said softly, her forehead resting against yours for just a second before she handed bella back to you.

you nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and watched as she jogged back to the bench, her ponytail swinging behind her.

bella, now perfectly content, snuggled into your chest, her little fingers clutching the fabric of your shirt. you kissed the top of her head, still feeling the warmth of caitlin’s touch on your skin, and whispered, “you have the best mom in the world, you know that?”

bella didn’t answer, but the little smile on her face said enough.

thanks for reading! requests are open, especially family related ones.

[oceandelreysworld]

Hard times

Homophobic parents, vi comforts reader. Fluff(Angust to) a/u. Vi x reader.

You never thought you'd end up crying in the rain at Vi's doorsteps, but here you are. Kicked out of your house because your parents found out that you have a girlfriend...

You knocked at her door, not even 10 seconds later, she opened the door with wide eyes as you rushed into her arms.

"Hey hey hey, y/n what's wrong?" Vi asked while she rubbed your back, bringing you inside, closing the door. You started sobbing into her arms, and all she could do was stand there and wait for you to answer. As you picked your head up off her shoulder, she cupped your face as your eyes drifted off from her face. You couldn't look at her.

"They..they found out. They found out about everything. They found out about me, you, us. I'm so sorry. I really tried. And I know I shouldn't have just-" you rambled on so fast you didn't realize when she put her lips on yours. Your heart was racing, body tence, but Vi has always been here for you to come back to and to comfort you. Your body relaxes as her kiss lingers.

She slowly backs away from the kiss, resting her forehead on yours. Both of your eyes are closed.

"You don't ever have to apologize to me. Especially for being yourself. Okay?"

She wiped your tears away with her thumbs. You okay your eyes to find hers looking back at you.

"Okay...Vi I never...I never meant for you to get caught up in all of...this. Whatever this is. Their problems always reflect on me, which just falls back on you-"

"Honey, listen to me. I. Do. Not. Care. Fuck em. All that matters to me is you. I don't care what they think of me. I care about you and us."

She's soft with her voice, but you can tell she's being serious and stern. Vi means what she says. It comes from the deepest part of her heart.

You are her soul tie. Her string of balance. She's your twin flame. Your everything.

"Please understand when I say I love you. I love your mind, your body, your soul, even your damn stubbornness."

You both lightly laugh as you lean into her hands, placing your hand on top of hers.

"Vi is do, but I don't want to keep relying on you for everything. I'm helpless. I feel like I keep taking advantage of you. I fall back onto you when everything goes wrong."

You sob lightly, trying to catch your breath. Her eyebrows frowned, looking at you in the eyes.

"Oh my sweet girl...I'm here for that. That's what I'm here for, I'm here to go through these things with you. You're my girl. And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world."

She kisses your forehead, then you lean into her shoulder and she moves her hands down on your waist, rubbing her thumbs on your sides, as you move your arms around her neck, moving your body closer to hers.

"I love you." You say as your grip grows tighter around her.

"I love you more." There's a comforting moment of silence between you two before she speaks again."You can stay with me as long as you want to. I don't mind at all, okay? Don't ever think you're a burden on me." She always knows what you're thinking without speaking out loud. Vi knows just what to say to make you feel better.

"Okay. Thank you Vi. You always know what to say. "I know, baby. I know." She rubs up and down your back as you rest your body on hers.

"Hey baby?"

"Yeah?" You say as you picked your head up.

"Let's go lay down. How does that sound, hmm?" Vi hold your ever so gently, afraid if she hugs you to much you might break.

"Yeah, I would like that alot."

"Okay, but first let's get you changed into some different clothes."

"Okay...can I wear one of your shirts?"

Vi hums in approval, nodding her head. "Of course baby, whatever you want." She kisses your forehead.

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A/n: I hope you guys loved this plot as much as I did. I'm so glad I came up with this. Also, if anyone has parents like that, please reach out to me or someone for comfort. I know this is a very delicate subject. So if anyone needs to talk, I'm all open ears.

[lovesickpvppy]

SHE DO PORN FOR ME. . .

— you and toji need a bit more money and he knows the perfect way to get it —

warnings: reader and toji make corn, fingering, daddy kink, a touch of spit !

notes: lmk if u want part two !!

𝜗𝜚 - you and toji needed some money. no you weren’t broke, but you needed some extra cash! so when toji approached you with the idea of starting a twitter account, you grab your phone and immediately opened the app going to make a new account

𝜗𝜚 - you choose a user that fit the both of you, you customize the page, making it all pink and white. toji hates it but he doesn’t want to upset you so he doesn’t say anything about it! you spend hours learning about camera angles and sound quality

𝜗𝜚 - the night you plan to record ur first video toji just pulls out his phone and a lil stand.

“are you kidding me?” you look at toji

“what?” he deadpans

𝜗𝜚 - you just run with it. you get on the bed, laying down on top of him and spreading your legs, most of the lights are out, just pink led lights illuminating the room, you can barely see each other but that leaves more mystery for others

𝜗𝜚 - toji starts to slip down your shorts, the camera capturing everything. you whine as you feel his fingers tease ur cunt through your panties. “pleasee daddy” he chuckles and rips your lacy panties apart, you were slightly disappointed cuz those were expensive but your thoughts were interrupted by his fingers slipping into your sobbing pussy

𝜗𝜚 - you moan, your back arching off him as his fingers curled inside you. “that’s it, moan for me, baby” your hips buck, “daddy!” his hands trail up to ur tits, his fingers playing with ur nipples. you dug the side of your face in the crook of his neck, placing small kisses on it

𝜗𝜚 - he’s knuckle deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, making you gush around him. slick is dripping down ur thigh and it’s all over his hand, his thumb finds its way to ur clit. rubbing in circles, now ur uncontrollably moaning, ur tongue lolls out as spit dribbles down from it

𝜗𝜚 - he fucks into you one last time before you cum alllll around his fingers. you moaning a mix of things including “daddy” and “please”. as you come down from your high toji shuts the phone off. soothing you as he slips his fingers out. licking all the juices off them

𝜗𝜚 - toji uploads the video with the caption, “she’s such a good girl : )”. then he cuddles with you for what feels like hours and you both eventually fall asleep. the next day you wake up with 85.k likes on ur post and hundreds of new followers : 3

[shouyuus]

Yeahhhhhh I'm gonna need the mutual cockblocking with Vi, yup.

based off of this ask. PHEW alright so uh, bullet points today bc /pops open another bottle of champagne/ it's that kind of day:

is it rly called bullying if u and vi r bullying each other and ur both like... into it? (neither of u are being subtle, everyone can see the yearning and they're all either super invested in when ur gonna hook up or tired AF of ur shit)

pitfighter!vi who glares at anyone who tries to chat you up at the bar that you frequent after all her fights (u volunteer at the dingy little clinic two doors down from the fighting ring and she thinks ur too naive for the mouth you've got on you -- and you do have a mouth on you dear sweet god), pays the bartender extra to keep an eye on you and double dose whoever is trying to chat you up that night bc hell be damned if vi'll see you leave with any of these weird fuckers

loris is so over vi's tantrums whenever you push yourself between her and someone she's sweet-talking; he knows that vi's just doing it bc she knows that the moment you see her reach out to push the hair of out of another girl's face, you'll be shimmying your way over and wiggling between them, pressing your tits up against the bar, snagging the drink that vi was gonna offer her potential hookup (and yeah, what if vi ordered a drink she knew you'd like better? huh? that's got nothing to do with anything)

"why don't you just take her home?". vi squinting at loris in the dimness of the alley behind the bar, "wh-what? i don't want that -- that conniving little... rabbit -- i like someone who's a bit more bite -- or... whatever." loris hitches an eyebrow, watching vi with a deadpanned look before sighing, "yeah. whatever you say."

whenever your friends ask you why on earth you're so hell bent on keeping vi from hooking up with a rando, you'd frown and huff and "you should see the way she comes into the clinic every other day -- i'm -- i'm doing a public service! she's gonna ruin whoever she gets her hands on and -- and i've gotta watch out for the sisterhood, yknow?" cue all ur friends rolling their eyes, "uh-huh. yeah. right."

the one night that vi manages to get someone halfway to the door, you catch them right before vi manages to lead the girl out into the street, draping yourself across vi's back, giggling as you loop your arms around her neck, "vi! i was looking for you everywhere -- you promised we could hang out after your fight tonight -- did you forget again?" you purposefully stumble into the girl she's with, knocking their hands apart. vi grimaces, narrowing her eyes as she rounds on you, intent on telling you off when she catches sight of what you're wearing -- a black leather skirt that barely kisses the tops of your thighs and a tiny little red croptop that leaves nothing to the imagination, dark fishnets criss-crossing up your legs (her mouth waters at the thought of ripping them apart to bury her fingers in your cunt) --

"uhm... friend of yours?" her would-be date asks, clearly a bit put-off as she looks you over. you pull your face into a girlish pout, batting your lashes at vi, "aw... are you doing this to get back at me for the other night? i said was sorry -- would you feel better if i let you eat me out in the back alley again --"

at that point, the girl vi's with pulls away and vi barely tries to get her back before rounding on you. the dopey grin slides off your face and your eyes glitter like shards of broken glass as vi growls at you, yanking you behind her till you're both in the dim alleyway behind the bar, the thick metal door slamming shut behind you

"what the fuck is your problem?!" she asks. you roll your eyes, scoffing, "whatever the fuck is yours. i've told you that you're supposed to be resting, and you never listen --" "i come to you so you can stitch up my face not so you can give me life advice --" "well i won't have to much of your face to stitch up if you keep on going like this cause you're gonna get yourself killed!" "why the fuck do you care?!" "cause it's my job!"

vi groans, jerking away from you to kick at an already toppled over trashcan, the metallic clank of it ringing through the narrow street

"you don't get paid to cockblock me at the fucking bar --" "and you don't get paid to spend all your winnings bribing the bartender into double-dosing all my potential dates!" vi whirls around then, eyes wide, "i -- i don't know what the hell you're --" you let out a wild shriek of laughter, "oh please! you're not subtle -- and you don't think pete and i have known each other for way longer than he's known you?"

vi huffs, folding her arms defensively over chest, glaring down the alley at the thing strip of light cresting in from the street out front, "that's -- those people -- they're not good for you. they'd --" she swallows hard, "they'd hurt you -- chew you up and spit you back out and --"

you cock your eyebrows, "you don't think i know that? i am from the lanes too, yknow."

vi scowls, "then you should start acting like it."

"what?" "nothing." "no, seriously -- what is it with you?" "nothing! god fuckin' -- forget it -- i'll find another bar to --" "violet."

her eyes jerk up, "how -- who -- how'dyou know my name?"

you sigh, rolling your eyes, "your friend? loris? he told me after the first time you punched a guy for trying to talk to me. you're probably too drunk to remember but --" vi shakes her head, "no i -- i do -- that guy was an ass -- i knew him from back when i used to run jobs for -- well, doesn't matter much now but --"

"i can look after myself, violet," you say. vi scoffs before she can stop herself, "yeah. okay." you sigh, leaning back against the bar's back door, "or are you just so caught up in needing something to protect that you don't see it?"

vi very nearly flinches. "what?"

you purse your lips, "i said what i said." "yeah well, say it again." she closes the space between you both in a few quick strides, crowding into your space, slamming a palm against the door next to your face. to your credit, you don't even blink.

there's a flicker of something behind your eyes that licks fire along the length of vi's spine; "i said -- you should find some other little puppet to work out your problems on because i'm done --"

she's kissing you before you can finish your sentence, and there's nothing caring or gentle about the way she bullies her tongue into your mouth and licks along the backsides of your teeth, nothing kind or caring about the way she yanks you forward by the back of your neck till you're sure you'll be able to feel the ghosts of her fingers against your skin for days and days to come

you moan into her, biting down hard on her bottom lip, grinning when the harsh, metallic tang of blood seeps across your tongue. when she pulls back, you're both panting, and you've never seen her eyes so dark, so hungry and crowded with sharp, thunderheads of lust

"mm, that's one way to shut you up," vi muses, running a thumb along the line of your jaw. you grin, a slanted, fox-sly thing. "admit it, you've been wanting to do that for ages."

vi's lips curl; she leans in close enough for you to taste the cheap whiskey on her breath as she says, "sure, and so have you."

[capseycartwright]

fuck it friday because i have finally found inspiration for my post 8a fic and im a glutton for sharing

You’re impossible, you know that?” Buck huffed. “Nice is – coffee, or getting something good for lunch, or going to the movies.”

“The kind of stuff me and you do together, then?” Eddie’s tone was soft, affectionate.

“Yeah,” Buck wasn’t going to cry in LAX – he wasn’t. “The kind of things you and I do together.”

“Well then – the promise goes both ways. You’ve got to do something nice for yourself at least once a week, and you’ve got to call me, and tell me all about it,” Eddie countered. “Deal?”

“Deal,” Buck agreed. He could do that. Structure was going to be essential, to surviving Eddie’s absence, and one nice thing a week seemed like a manageable goal. He had a whole list of cafes and restaurants and exhibitions he wanted to go to.

“I’m really going to miss you, Buck,” Eddie admitted, a few stray tears escaping from the corners of his eyes.

“I’m going to miss you too,” Buck returned, and the air between them felt heavy, with everything neither of them was saying – but it wasn’t the right moment, Buck knew it wasn’t. One day, when he told Eddie how he really felt, he’d do it on a good day, a day where the rest of their lives could begin – not a day where he was about to put Eddie on a plane to El Paso, one way ticket in hand.

“I’m coming back,” Eddie said, determined. It was the first time he’d said it out loud, since this whole sorry situation had begun. “I promise. I’m coming back to LA – to you.”

Buck was crying now, fat, embarrassing tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“You better,” Eddie replied, and then he was hugging Buck, his arms thrown around Buck’s neck, grip iron tight. “I’m not going to ask you to wait for me,” he whispered, breath hot against Buck’s ear.

“I’ll wait anyway,” Buck returned, earning himself a brief kiss on the cheek from Eddie – an embrace he knew he’d feel like a brand, for hours to come.

tagging @clusterbuck @hattalove @thatbuddie @doeeyeseddie @mellaithwen @sibylsleaves @leothil @livingincolorsagain @piningbuddies if there’s anything fun u want to share this fine friday

[forlorn-crows]

Waddles in

- consider Mount having to help Zeph preen their feathers and they're just the grumpiest old hen about it

- basically he is Always making ifrit hold his mugs because he hates his tea getting cold but he's slow at drinking it; Ifrit professional mug warmer ghoul

- Dew really excitedly shaking Mountain awake one morning to drag him off to the pond because omg it's so important Mount you gotta see, and the ducks that frequent the pond have a little squad of ducklings floating with them and Mountain has to tell Dew you're not allowed to hold them, even though he too would like to hold a fuzzy baby

- Aether having to drag Mountain back inside at the end of his heats when he goes all beasty, has to scrub the dirt off him and brush the mattes from his hair, and Mount is still kinda pubby brained so he's just happy to be here!! Also shakes like a sopping dog after his bath and soaks everyone in the vicinity

Okay lov u bye

- Void

@divine-misfortune

zephyr becomes peak grumpy old hen when their pinfeathers grow the wrong way, or their little fluffy feathers at their neck overgrow. they'll grumble and itch, try to cover them with one of their many turtlenecks. and mountain hones in on them like a literal bloodhound. what do you need? can i help? let me get those for you. we allll know zephyr loves the devotion of their pet, of course they do. sometimes they just dont want to deal with it at all. but mountain will do it anyway, for them.

ifrit is much like mountain in the sense that he loves to be helpful. if he can warm mountain's tea while he adjusts his kit or cooks breakfast or works in the greenhouse, he'll do it happily, so long as he gets to share mountain's time. everyone else, of course, abuses ifrits warm hands for just about everything else one could use warm hands for, but there's something ifrit loves about just holding a mug and being able to keep it warm for them

stopppp oh my godddd :(( little fuzzy ducklings every spring at the lake, and that first year dew is so excited bc he's never seen ducklings before. mountains excited too, for the same reason, but he does have to hold dew back from going and squishing one a little too hard. so they just sit on the slightly cool, wet ground and watch them swim and waddle around

aether has to do it bc zephyr would, but they arent strong enough to drag mountain inside (for his own good). he's covered in dirt and grass and mud and bark is chipping off of him from returning to his half-glamoured state, lichen falling off in patches down the hallways. aether has to plop him in the shared baths, one of the small hot tub-esque ones. and he smells good but also kind of like something he killed in a frenzy and also residual pheromones (the others have fallen prey to those many times, who could resist how good he smells?). and his brain is so simple, reserving energy as he comes back down from it all, his tail is splashing water everywhere bc aether is scratching behind his ears so good and he's making the happiest rumbly sounds and trying to rub his dirty cheek against his packmate as thanks. i can never get enough of puppy mountain he is my baby and can also be very sexy beastie mmm

xx

[zouofzouey]

Pulling Them by the Collar | MHA & JJK w/ Fem!Reader

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S FINALLY DONE

I had to cut some characters just cause I wanted to get this out sooner

And uh... it's been a while. If you were wondering where I've been, let's just say I've gotten sick like 6 different times since I've written on Tumblr and I was kind of tired of doing sick headcanons.

Or you could say I was sick of sick headcanons. Groan

Anyway, enjoy lovelies.

Series; My Hero Academia and Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters; Bakubaby, Todomoki, and Gojoy

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Bakugou

"Y/n, don't be rash-"

"I'll be whatever the hell I want."

Your bestie, Yaomomo, chased after the ball of fury that is a scorned Y/n.

"Y/n, I know you're mad, I'm sure he didn't mean it!"

"Momo, don't make excuses for him."

"Y/n-"

A harsh turnaround stopped Momo in her tracks.

"Momo... I need to talk to him. Don't worry I'll be cool and rational."

"... Y/n, we both know that's not going to be the case..."

"Then I'll do it anyway."

"Wait!"

The door to Katsuki's dorm room slammed open.

There he was. Sitting on his comfy little bed.

He was reading a book and when he saw your angry face he quickly put it down and stared, "What the hell happened to you?"

Your eyebrow twitched as you stomped over to him.

Katsuki was still wearing his school uniform, he barely had gotten back from the last class before you got here. His tie was loose and the first few buttons of his button-up were unbuttoned.

The poor boy felt something tug around his neck. With a big pull, he was on his feet.

"Katsuki Bakugou."

"... Yes?"

"Why the hell did you eat my cake?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You were the one in my mini fridge last night. I had a strawberry cake in there. You took it didn't you?"

"That cake had been in there for two weeks. I threw it out."

Betrayal.

"I was saving that for a special occasion!"

He snarled, "Like what?"

"I don't know!"

Bakugou sighed, "I'll buy you another one if you want it that badly."

Your face brightened, "Really?"

"Just don't pull me up by the tie. It's stupid."

"You're stupid."

"You wanna repeat that?" A smirk made its way onto his face.

"You're stu-" He yanked at your tie, pulling you in for a kiss, "That ought to shut you up."

That left her with a blank expression, cheeks flushing a bit.

Bakugou turned and walked past her, "C'mon, let's get your damn cake."

Todoroki

It was a Thursday evening. You were leaned back in your bed, pillows propped up against the wall for comfort. In your hands was a shoujo manga Mina recommended to you.

The current scene was of a girl tugging her boyfriend by the tie for a kiss. And it caught your attention.

A certain two-toned haired boy would be perfect for a stunt like this. You couldn't help the sly smirk making its way onto your lips. Your bookmark was placed neatly in the page before you set it down on the table next to your bed.

With a skip in your step, you made your way down from your dorm room to the common space.

And there he was, he had just gotten back from class a few moments earlier, so his uniform was still on.

"Hey, Shouto?"

Your voice made him perk up a bit, he turned away from his conversation to smile at you. He was about to say something but was cut off by your iron grip on his tie.

He looked confused for a moment, but was caught more off guard by you tugging on his tie and bringing him down to your level.

Your lips ghosted over his in a small smile, it only took another second to give him a smooch worthy of the Gods.

Todoroki's face turned a little pink, but he reciprocated the kiss in no time.

The shocked faces of everyone around them were a nice cherry on top as your faces drifted apart.

"Just wanted to try something." You winked and gave Todoroki another kiss, this time on the cheek. You walked out and back to your dorm not long after.

"U-uh... Todoroki?" Midoriya asked with a concerned look on his face.

He had a dazed expression, once he snapped out of it his fingertips flew to his lips.

"I'll be right back."

He raced after you and soon caught up back in your dorm room.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Do it again."

Gojo

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. Stop complaining."

Gojo lazily laid on their shared bed, "But I don't wanna... formal events are so boring!"

Y/n turned toward him and scoffed a bit, "You sound like a child, Satoru."

He frowned a bit, "I'm just saying that we don't exactly have to go."

"I thought you enjoyed parties?"

"Not with a bunch of geezers, I'd rather stay here with you."

The h/c haired woman sighed, walking over to him. His tie was loosely around his neck, not properly tied.

"Let me fix your tie."

He pouted, "Honeyyyyyyy... please, let's just skip."

"Let me fix it."

Gojo made a little humpf sound and only sunk further into the pillows of the bed.

"Fine. Be that way."

He brightened a bit, "So we're not going?"

Instead of answering, Y/n simply leaned over his muscular frame, hovering with both hands placed on either side of his shoulders.

She leaned a little further down, Gojo pushed his head towards her to meet in a kiss. But rather than doing that, she grabbed hold of his tie, and with a big feat of strength, Y/n pulled him to his feet.

He was hunched over, Y/n fixing his tie. Once she was done she kissed his cheek.

"I'll grab your coat."

Gojo blankly stared at her retreating figure. He sighed, now knowing that there was no changing his girlfriend's mind.

"Honey?"

"Hm?" She came back in, his suit jacket in her hands.

"If you give me a kiss we'll get going."

She smiled and gave him another kiss on his cheek.

His hands landed on her waist, holding her in place as she tried to get his jacket on him.

"A real kiss."

Y/n smirked, "You'll get one if you can stay for the entire party."

She slipped the jacket onto him, a frown evident on his face.

"You're a tease."

"Only for you."

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[stawriki]

Best Friend brother - Y.JW (+18)

Summary:you and your friend were having a sleepover, but your friend fell asleep early. everything was okay until her brother came downstairs..shirtless

contains: teasing, sweet, fluff, and smut

it was around 11:30 p.m., you and your friend just finished watching "Halloween 1978". you were going to put on another movie, but you realized your friend was sound asleep next to you. you softly put a blanket on her, but then you hear footsteps. you slowly turn around it was her brother yang jungwon. he had a toothbrush in his mouth, towel on his head, and his pajama pants hanging low on his waist. you could see his tan line.

"oh hey y/n what are you doing still awake?" he said as he went to the kitchen sink and rinsed his mouth and dried his hair. "u-um.. me and your sister were going to stay up all night but she fell asleep." you say nervously as he stared down at you. you stared up at him while trying not to look at his body. you always thought her brother was sweet and attractive, but you knew you couldn't do that to your friend. "well, since were both awake do you want to give me some company and watch movies with me too?" he said softly as he removed the towel off of his head and onto his shoulders. "u-um i.. i don't know if its right for us you know" you say and he gave you a soft smile. "come on, you know i don't bite.. unless you want me to" he said as he leaned close to your face, but then you look away as your ears turn red. "o-okay fine." you say softly.

jungwon smiles to himself as he walks behind you and watches you go upstairs and to his bedroom. his room smelled just like him and it made you blush a little. you noticed a stack of horror movies on the side of his bed and you start to go through them. as you went through them you softly sit on his bed and he sits next to you, but very close to you. only inches away from him. you pick out a movie and show him. "good choice, one of my all time favorites." he said as he gets up, puts the DVD in and closes his lights while sitting back on his bed and sitting close to you. as the movie plays you make eye contact with him and he was already staring at you. "y-you're staring at me.." you whisper to him and he takes strands of your hair and plays with it. "i know, you know y/n you're way too adorable" he whispers as you look away from him. you try your best not to look at him but he only scoots closer to you. "trying to ignore me hm?" he whispers as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his body.

you blush from his soft touch, but you try to move your arms away. "w-we cant jungwon.. she's my best friend.. and you're her brother" you whisper to him and he rests his head on your shoulder. "but you're such a sweet girl" he whispers as he strokes your arms and slowly opens your hands to slowly intertwine your fingers with his. "i-i c-cant.." you say as you felt him leave kisses on the back of your neck and he tilts your head while leaving more kisses on the sides of your neck. "i see the way you look at me y/n, we always stare at each other and you know it. you don't understand..everytime when you come over i just want to pull you away and be very sweet to you. tonight will be my only chance." he whispered as he turns you around so you can face him. he could see how red you are. "s-she would kill me.." you say softly as he brings you close. "that's why this will stay between us" he said as he gently cups your cheeks and you look at him deeply in his eyes before you slowly close them as he kisses you. this would be your first kiss with anyone. your first kiss was with yang jungwon.

he slowly pulls away from the kiss and you instantly tell his face was red too. "was that your first kiss?" he asked and you slowly nod. he gives you a soft smile as he kisses you again, but this time it was passionate. "im going to be your first everything okay" he whispered as he gently brings you into his lap and you slowly wrap your arms around his neck. he gently wraps his arms around your waist as you guys kiss passionately. he licks your bottom lip for entry and you open your mouth as he gently slides his tongue into your mouth. you slowly slide your tongue into his mouth too and did what he did. at this point you guys were passionately kissing and your bodies were getting hotter by the minute. he gently pulls away from the kiss and you do the same. both of you clearly out of breath and he gently flips you over so he is on top of you. he covers over you and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. "are you a virgin sweetie?" he asked sweetly and you nod.

he goes into his dresser and he puts a condom on top of his dresser for you. "good. im going to be very gently with you.. but first im going to be sweet and kiss you everywhere." he said as he kisses your cheek and slowly down your jawline while softly biting you as well. you covered your mouth to hide your moans but he softly moves your hands away from your mouth. "let me hear all of them darling" he said as he slowly takes off your shirt and kisses your chest very gently. "j-jungwon.." you moan out softly as he puts himself between your legs and he slowly undoes your bra. you put your hands over your breasts, but he kisses the top of your fingers. "let me see.. let me take care of you sweetie" he said softly as you slowly move your hands away from your breasts and he blushes harder. "such a good girl" he said softly as he started to suck your nipples. he sucks them sweetly as you could feel your pussy aching. you were moaning softly and putting your fingers through his soft hair.

he gently squeezes your breasts and sucks them before he moves down your tummy and to the top of your sweatpants. "lets take these off shall we" he said softly as he slowly takes off your pants and seeing you're not wearing any panties. he licks up your legs and slowly spreads your legs while seeing all of your juices on your thighs. "t-this is so embarrasing.." you say softly as you cover your face. you heard him start to take off his sweatpants and noticing he wasn't wearing anything either. "i want to try something with you, come here" he said as he sits you up on your knees and he licks his lips. your heart races as you feel him bring you closer and you could feel his length. "how about we touch eachother and make eachother feel good?" he said as he stroked your thighs and you started to blush. "b-but i have never done anything like that" you say softly and he smiles. "ill teach you sweetie." he said as he grabs some lube from his dresser and smears it on your hands. "gently touch my cock and slowly stroke it. if you want to stroke it faster, you can okay" he said as he started to guide you and he started to groan from the feeling of your hand. you start to stroke him gently as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder while softly groaning. "y-yes.. fuck.. and now im gonna touch you down here okay" he said as he moved his hand closer and closer to your pussy.

you could feel his fingers on your clit as he rubbed it hard causing you to whine. you stroked him gently and his fingers rubbed you gently as well. "t-that feels so g-good" you say as you put your head on his chest and you start to stroke him faster. "g-god you're doing so well" he whispered as he slides a finger inside your tight pussy. you moan almost too loudly and your legs start to shake. "aw, already shaking sweetie? this is only the beginning" he whispered as you stroke him and he fingers you deeply. both of you were masturbating each other and both of you receiving so much pleasure from eachother. it was to the point you wanted the real deal. you wanted him fully.

jungwon was leaking pre cum and you were on the urge of breaking. “p-please.. i-i want you fully” you whisper to him and he blushes softly while grabbing the condom and ripping it open and slowly sliding it on his cock. “oh darling.. i’ll give you what you want okay. lay down and spread your legs for me” he whispered as he rubbed himself on a your entrance while laying you down. you were laying down and spreading your legs while he slowly slides a condom on himself. both of blushing and feeling needy for eachother.

“it’s gonna hurt okay, but you can hold onto me. it’ll start to feel good very soon” he said as he hovered over you and slowly sliding himself into you. you groan in pain as jungwon softly held your hands and looking at you. “i-it hurts..” you whine out. “i know baby, i know. but just a little more. i know you can do it.” he whispers as he squeezes your hand very softly as he went a little deeper inside of you. he stayed in the position so you could relax , but then he moved very very slowly. “d-damn you’re very tight sweetie. relax a bit for me” he whispers as he takes your arms and softly wraps them around his neck. you softly squeeze hold him as he buried his head into your neck. he managed to get himself in you fully, then he slowly moved his hips. “see darling.. you did so good” he said as he started to groan and you started to moan softly. as your mouth opened he softly kissed you with tongue as he started to move his hips a little faster inside of you.

“i-it f-feels s-so good” you whisper to him as you leaned into his ear and softly bites his ear lobe. it drove him a little crazy causing him to moan loudly. he started to move a little faster and hitting all the parts that drove you crazy, and all the parts that made you want to cum quickly. “s-shit darling” he whispered into your ear as you moaned into his neck. the bed was shaking a little bit as he moved faster and faster by the minute. it made you almost reach your climax quickly. “n-no of you do that i-i will cum quickly.. you’re hitting everywhere” you said as he nodded while hitting your favorite spot. “are you gonna cum for me my love?” he said softly and you nod fast. “y-yes.. cum love.. cum all over me” he said as he slams into you multiple times before you eventually came and he did the same.

he slowly pulls out of you as both of you are breathless and numb. “y-you did so well for your first time sweetie.” he said softly as he pulls you into a gentle hug while softly rubbing your back. “t-that was amazing..” you said softly to him while resting your head on his neck. “now let’s go wash up together okay, and then we’re gonna cuddle and fall asleep together.” he said as he gently picked you up and you softly hold him as he rubbed your back. he took you to the tub and turns on the water. both of you sit in the tub while resting well after you guys made love in his room.