#he tips forward if you so much as breathe on him & that's not an exaggeration

[robinsceramics]

little green guy!

[image descriptions: a tiny ceramic creature with a foxish face and a raccoon-like tail displayed on brown fleece. The creature has one paw extended and its eyes closed in a happy/cute way.]

[littlexdeaths]

eddie munson x shy fem reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, insecure eddie makes an appearance, eddie’s pov, tons of kissing, drug use (weed), grinding/dry humping and a whole lot of cheese, what can i say? (it’s a given with these two)

part four | part six

let’s go, don’t wait masterlist

word count: 4.9k

a/n: damn this was a long time coming. thank you guys for being so patient with me during this writing slump. also big shoutout to @strangerstilinski for gifting me that one porno title. but i really need to give the biggest thank you to my bestie @undead-supernova ! august, you have truly helped me improve my writing so much over the past year, and i hope you know how much i love and appreciate you. this chapter is dedicated to you boo xx.

“You cannot be serious, sweetheart,” Eddie deadpans, looking between you and the VHS tape clutched between his fingers.

You feel your face warm, his overly exaggerated tone causing another customer in the horror section to give you both a sideways glance.

“As a heart attack,” you mumble, grabbing a copy of Children of the Corn to read the back cover in order to avoid his piercing gaze.

“Never seen Alien, she says…” he huffs under his breath, “It’s a classic!”

When you finally dare to peek up at him under your lashes, he’s giving you a look of utter disapproval that wavers on the edge of teasing.

“Sci-Fi isn’t really my thing,” you shrug, putting the tape back and reaching for another.

“But Evil Dead is?” he muses, leaning forward over your shoulder to glance at the cover art.

The background is dark, with two grotesque-like hands reaching into the frame and toward a bloodied Bruce Campbell holding a chainsaw above his head. When Eddie leans in closer to get a better look, the tips of his fingers brush against your own in the process. The gentle touch sends your body into overdrive and you swear your heart is about to leap out of your chest from the proximity.

“Well…what about this one?” you ask, stepping out of his embrace to head further down the aisle, ignoring the rising heat in your cheeks as you nearly stumble. Damn heels.

“I would argue that this is a classic.”

But Eddie just slips in behind you again, resting a hand on your hip while you hold a copy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre in your hands.

“Perhaps,” he shrugs, holding back a snicker as you gasp in mock offense.

“You doubt my judgment?”

“Of course not,” he insists with a small snort. “But…maybe you have a thing for guys who wield chainsaws.”

You catch the sly grin that stretches across his lips out of the corner of your eye, a loud laugh puffing out from his chest when you playfully smack his shoulder. Eddie grabs the tape from you, leaning in a little closer until his lips brush against your ear.

And he doesn’t miss the subtle hitch of your breath.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart…” he cheekily assures, “Your secret is safe with me.”

When you throw a playful glare his way, he merely winks in response. Then he turns on his heel to stride back toward the front counter, snagging a box of Reese’s Pieces on his way. You fumble a step behind him before glancing up.

The employee manning the counter is someone you know all too well.

His hair is a little longer than the last time you saw him, the ends brushing against his forehead and falling into his eyes. But he’s still just as handsome, if not annoyingly so. And when Eddie sets the tapes on the counter, Steve barely spares him a passing glance. His brown eyes quickly settle on you as his lips pull up into a lazy grin.

“Find everything you were looking for?” he asks, the cadence of his voice is low but filled with a sticky sweetness that has your cheeks warming.

And if you didn’t know any better you would think he was flirting with you.

“O-Oh, I, uh— ”

“Yeah,” Eddie cuts in, his voice a little strained. “We found everything just fine, man.”

Steve gives you another soft grin as he snaps open the first case, a small snort leaving his nose.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for the gore fest type.”

But that slight hint of disbelief in his tone has you wanting to shrink in on yourself.

“Then you don’t know her very well,” Eddie mutters under his breath.

Only, his snide comment isn’t as quiet as he initially intended.

But Steve says nothing, just clears his throat and runs a hand through his chestnut locks before sliding the movies across the counter. The clacking of the keyboard fills the uncomfortable silence as you tug at the worn vinyl on the counter.

“That’ll be $12.35.”

You can feel Eddie tense beside you.

“I thought the movies were 2 for $4 tonight?” you chime in softly, confusion scrunching your brows together.

Steve’s lip quirks up in a slight smirk as he glances between you and Eddie.

“Well, Munson here has racked up quite a lot of late fees…” he trails before whistling. The flash of amusement in his eyes has Eddie’s narrowing in warning.

But that look only seems to encourage him.

“Looks like we’ve got Erotic Night of the Living Dead, returned three days late. Munch Masters Vol. I…”, Steve pauses to scroll further down the list. “…and Vol. II, that was a week late.”

He flashes Eddie a condescending grin, “Must’ve really liked that one, huh?”

But before Steve can embarrass him further, Eddie fishes out his wallet and slams a couple bills down onto the counter. He grabs the tapes, tucking them under his arm and slips his hand in yours. The boy all but pulls you out of the store, his chin tucked toward his chest to try and hide the flames licking his cheeks.

Despite his ever growing irritation—fueled by the embarrassment of what just transpired—he still opens the door and helps you into the van.

Ever the gentleman.

“Harrington’s got some nerve,” Eddie mutters under his breath as he slides into the driver's seat. “With his nice smile and his stupid hair…” His voice drips with condescension as he slams the driver's door shut behind him.

“Embarrassing me is one thing. But blatantly flirting with my girl, right in front of me—like I wasn't even there?! That’s low even for him.”

Eddie doesn’t even realize what he just let slip, too busy fumbling to stick the key into the ignition.

A beat passes before you manage to gather the courage to speak, the jingling of keys echoing in your ears.

“Your girl?” you ask carefully, heart lodged in your throat.

Eddie’s whole body tenses, taking his time in setting the tapes down on the dashboard before finally turning to face you.

“Well…I, uh, shit,” he whispers, splotches of red beginning to creep up his neck while he exhales sharply through his nose. “I wanted to ask you in a proper, more romantic way—”

You suddenly turn in your seat, your grip on his collar firm while your lips manage to cut him off with a surprised hmph.

But he’s quick to recover, mouth molding over yours with an intensity that would make your knees buckle if you were still standing. And he keeps kissing you, slowly, deeply��until the windows begin to fog up from the heat of your mingling breaths.

“I don’t need romantic, Eddie,” you manage when he pulls away for some much needed air, your nose nudges against his own before you press another gentle kiss to his swollen lips. “Just you.”

And his answering grin is all the reassurance you need.

“Welcome to my castle,” Eddie says, gesturing toward the pale blue trailer with a tentative smile.

He barely let you push open the passenger door before he was running around the front of the van, almost dropping the VHS tapes tucked under his arm in the process. But the soft giggle you let slip when he bows and offers you his hand had his heart skipping a beat.

He keeps your fingers intertwined as you walk alongside him to the door. The uneven gravel makes the otherwise short distance in your heels a little more treacherous than normal. But Eddie is more than willing to catch you at the slightest hint of a wobble in your step.

The night air is far more frigid than either of you anticipated, and the shiver that ripples through you has him nearly dropping the keys in his rush to open the front door. He curses softly, breathing out a sigh of relief when the door finally swings open.

“Ladies first,” he grins, gesturing you forward.

Once you're both safely inside Eddie drops the keys on the table by the door, kicking off his shoes and switching on lights as he goes. He inwardly cringes when he spots the fast food wrappers scattered across the counter and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

What a great first impression, Munson.

But when he remembers the current state of his bedroom, his face pales.

“Uh, I’m just gonna…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck before motioning behind him with his thumb. “Grab a new shirt, but go ahead and make yourself at home.”

Eddie waits until you’ve taken a seat on the sofa before starting down the hall. He’s frantic when he bursts through his bedroom door, immediately eyeing the pile of clothes strewn across his unmade bed. A disaster he left in the wake of trying to pull together a last minute Halloween costume.

He found the orange shirt that’s currently adorning your frame in the very back of his closet, a lost relic from the one time Wayne had managed to take him hunting. Eddie had fallen asleep up in the deer stand and almost shot a crossbow through his boot, and Wayne had vowed never again.

He had grabbed a discarded sharpie off his nightstand, the cap tucked between his teeth as he scribbled This is my Halloween costume across the front in his signature messy scrawl. While it wasn’t his most creative idea to date, it was either this or the god awful pirate costume he’d been suckered into a few years back. That most definitely did not fit him anymore.

Eddie scoops up an armful of clothes, tossing them onto the already cluttered floor of his closet. His movements are erratic, nearly tripping over one of his amps in the process. While Eddie isn’t the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, he is unable to disguise the way his hands are trembling.

He’s nervous, so fucking nervous.

And when he dares to peek out of his room and down the hall, he immediately has to remind himself to breathe.

Because there you are, sitting on his couch, wearing his shirt. Looking almost heaven sent, your eyes alight with wonder as you take in the collection of hats and mugs adorning the walls.

“Get a fuckin’ grip, man,” he mumbles to himself, dropping to his knees to shove more of the remaining clutter under his bed.

Once he returns to his feet, he slips his jacket off his shoulders and tosses it over the back of the chair before rifling through the top drawer of his dresser for a new shirt. Despite what a majority of the town believed, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was no stranger to the sins of the flesh. He’d lost his virginity his first senior year in the back of his van to band geek, Polly O’Donnell.

Which was probably why her mom had failed him two years in a row. Not that he was keeping score or anything.

But even in that moment, Eddie hadn’t felt this nervous.

Maybe, it was because he didn’t harbor the same feelings for Polly that he did for you. Or perhaps the real reason was that he just didn’t trust people or their intentions. His tumultuous upbringing and treatment by his peers was testament enough of that. So Eddie kept most people at arm's length, not allowing them to see past his scary façade.

It was safer that way.

But one look from you was enough to have his carefully crafted walls crumbling down, laid to rubble beneath his feet.

And that’s the thing that scared him the most. That he would willingly throw himself (and his heart) into the crossfire if it meant you would continue to look at him like that.

Man, he had it bad.

He huffs out a breath, grabbing the first unwrinkled shirt that he can find and pulling it over his head. The male takes one final glance around his bedroom, deciding it’s good enough before he turns to leave. But something on his nightstand catches his eye, the joint he rolled earlier practically beckoning him with the promise of sweet relaxation.

And with the state of his jangled nerves, he could use all the help he could get.

So he slips the joint behind his ear, spinning the lighter between his thumb and forefinger as he pads down the hall toward you.

And while his nerves were ravaging his insides, you aren’t faring much better.

You had counted every mug and hat that lined the walls of his living room twice over, in a feeble attempt to distract yourself from the fact that you were actually here with him. All alone, with no prying eyes or listening ears to interrupt you. And despite the fact that he just put a shirt back on, it doesn’t stop your thoughts from wandering to not so innocent places.

The sleeves are cut off, showing off his surprisingly toned biceps. An array of dark ink flows over his arms, the black shirt making him appear almost paler in comparison. You tuck your lower lip between your teeth when you see the muscles in his forearms contract when he places his palms flat on the counter.

Your thighs press together as your gaze travels lower, where his jeans cling a little too tightly to his—

“You still up for some pizza?” he asks, picking up the phone and interrupting your thoughts.

“O-Oh, right!” you blink, averting your eyes. “Pizza sounds great.”

He quickly punches in a number before you can ask any further questions, holding the receiver up to his ear.

“Hey man, it’s Eddie,” he says after a few moments.

The male tucks the receiver between his ear and shoulder while he speaks, fingers drumming lightly along the countertop. The movement causes his hair to fall over his face, a stray curl eventually finding its way into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah the usual.” he sputters, spitting the hair out and tucking the wild curls back behind his ear. “But uh, can I get olives on half?”

You can’t help but notice the way his eyes roll into the back of his head fondly. And it has you contemplating what other ways you could make his eyes roll back.

“No no no, I have not become an ‘olive enthusiast.’” He scoffs, fingers curling into air quotes. “I just, I have…” he pauses, dark eyes flicking over to you. “I have a guest over tonight.”

And the way Eddie has to hold the phone away from his ear has you stifling a giggle. You can hear a muffled voice on the other end, their enthusiastic lilt apparent even from where you are perched on the end of the sofa.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He chuckles, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “But that should be it.” Eddie tucks the phone back in between his shoulder, reaching to grab his wallet from his back pocket.

“Oh wait, wait!” He exclaims, slapping his palm down onto the counter. “Add on an order of those cinnamon breadsticks too.”

You wish you could’ve been privy to their entire conversation, because the way Eddie flushes a deep crimson before he playfully tells the person on the other end to ‘kindly fuck off’ and hangs up the phone, has you beyond intrigued.

He takes a couple more bills out, tossing them on the counter and slips the wallet back into his pocket. The chain jingles against his thigh with each step he takes, your eyes unintentionally following the movement. He plops down onto the sofa beside you, the heat in his cheeks fading into a soft, rosy sheen.

“Nina’s is busy tonight,” he murmurs, setting something onto the small table beside him. “So, it might take a little longer than usual.”

“How did you know Nina’s Pizzeria was my favorite?” you ask, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion.

“Well,” he hums, leaning his head back against the cushions and giving you a lazy grin. “I just assumed you had much better taste than Domino’s, sweetheart.”

You playfully whack him with one of the throw pillows beside you, a stunned expression crossing over his features. Half of his hair is ruffled from where the pillow connected with his head, and this time you can’t contain the giggles from bubbling up in your chest.

“Oh you are so going to regret that, baby.” he taunts, eyes narrowing in a predatory manner.

And your whole body stills.

Baby. He just called you baby.

Eddie uses this moment to his advantage, pouncing on you with a wicked cackle. His hands find your sides, quickly pulling giggle after breathless giggle from you. When he finds a particularly sensitive spot, you squeal and begin to thrash beneath him as he continues to torture you with his fingers.

Your attempts to get him back are futile. Eddie is much faster, taking both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. Both of your chests are rising and falling rapidly from the exertion, your faces mere inches apart.

His curls create a dark curtain around you, his eyes flicking down toward your lips. His minty breath washes over you, causing yours to lodge in your throat. You just stare at each other, both of you fighting the urge to close the remaining distance between your mouths.

“So, uh,” he clears his throat, “Movie time?”

“Movie time,” you agree.

And just like that, the moment is gone as quickly as it came. Eddie clumsily climbs off you, almost falling off the sofa in the process. His curls bounce as he springs back up, offering a hand to help you sit back up.

“Now my fair maiden, what film dost thou choose?”

He holds up both cases, the choice of movie concealed by the large Family Video logo. You purse your lips, glancing back and forth between the cases as if looking at them longer would somehow reveal the title beneath.

“That one.”

You point to the one in his left hand, and Eddie tosses the other back onto the coffee table. He pops open the plastic case and chuckles before looking up at you.

“Texas Chainsaw it is.” He grins, removing the tape from its case and heading toward the TV.

Eddie crouches down, balancing on the soles of his feet as he loads the tape into the VCR. our eyes can’t help but wander across the expanse of his broad shoulders and down his back. The hem of his shirt rides up ever so slightly as he reaches to switch the tv on, exposing the band of his boxer shorts and the pale skin of his lower back.

“However,” he continues, glancing over his shoulder at you. His eyes are warm and full of mischief. “You are not leaving this trailer until you get to experience the cinematic masterpiece that is Ridley Scott’s Alien.”

The playful threat has your whole body warming, feeling thankful when he finally switches off the lamp. The darkness of the room is a welcome reprieve with only his silhouette visible, illuminated by the glow from the TV. He bounds back over and takes the seat beside you.

You allow yourself to sink further into the sofa while Eddie grabs something off the side table. The spark of the lighter ignites the handsome features of his face, and the slight stubble along his jaw. His plush lips carefully wrap around the end of the joint, cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales deeply.

The sight alone sends a delightful shiver up your spine, shifting your gaze back toward the television as the smoke billows out from between his lips.

“Are you cold?” he asks, draping his arm over the back of the sofa in search of the old quilt that was previously thrown over it.

But said quilt had unfortunately fallen behind the sofa in the midst of your scuffle, well beyond his reach now. Eddie leans in closer, cursing softly under his breath as he attempts to locate the missing quilt in the dark. You can feel the warmth radiating from his chest, which causes another shiver to pass through you.

“Maybe a little,” you murmur.

And the male doesn’t complain when you nuzzle yourself further into his side, happily curling his arm around your shoulders. He takes another hit from the joint as the trailers continue to flash across the screen, the upcoming releases now the furthest thing from your mind.

“You want some?” He holds the joint out toward you, blowing some smoke out the corner of his mouth. “No pressure, of course.”

You carefully take it from him, your fingers brushing against his own in the process. Despite your initial reservations, you immediately lift the joint to your lips, feeling his eyes continue to linger on your features. In your nervous haste you inhale a little too quickly, the smoke evading your lungs in sharp fragments that has you immediately coughing it back up.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there, killer,” he teases, gently rubbing your back, the touch a welcome distraction. “You gotta inhale slower.”

He takes the joint back from you, keeping it between his fingers while you continue to cough your lungs up. You’re very thankful he can’t see the way your eyes are watering as another cough racks through your chest.

“Have you ever smoked before?” he asks, only curiosity lacing his tone.

“Um, once,” cough. “In the ninth grade when I stole a cigarette out of my aunt’s purse.”

The memory is sparked, causing a smile to tug at the corner of your mouth. Your Aunt Bev had been visiting from Reno for Christmas, like she did every year. The eccentric woman was always decked out in colorful rhinestones and bright blue eyeshadow, spinning wild tales of her nights out on the strip much to the chagrin of your mother.

But you had never seen her without a trusty pack of Camel Turkish Golds.

So when one of your older cousins claimed you were too much of a prissy pants to join in on their smoke session (aka the infamous cousin walk), you took it upon yourself to swipe one from her purse and hoped she wouldn’t notice. But you received the lecture of a lifetime from her when you came back looking guilty and smelling like nicotine.

As you recount the tale back to him, you purposely leave out the part where you almost threw up in a snowbank because you were coughing so hard. No need to subject him to that visual. And while that experience had you swearing off cigarettes for the rest of your life, that didn’t mean you should deny yourself this one…right?

“Well your aunt’s absolutely right you know,” he says after a moment, that mischievous sparkle back in his eyes. “Cigarettes are terrible for you.”

You go to reach for that pillow again, ready to whack him in the head for good measure but Eddie chucks it across the room before you even have a chance to grab it. The pillow narrowingly misses the tv set by an inch, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

“Ah, ah ah!” he tuts, wagging a finger in front of your face. “Don’t mess with the mane, sweetheart.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes fondly before turning your attention back to the movie. But Eddie keeps his gaze on you, admiring how the soft glow highlights the features of your face. Your nose, which scrunches up in the cutest way whenever you’re annoyed. Your gentle eyes, that look at him as if he could do no wrong. And your lips—god, your lips. They’re slightly pouted, shiny with spit.

And Eddie's perverted mind can’t help but start to wander. He wonders how your lips would feel wrapped around him, or if those pretty eyes would roll back when he buried his tongue inside you.

Jesus H. Christ, was it getting hotter in here?

Eddie wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, willing all the blood in his body to stop rushing South.

Popping a boner during a horror flick, that’ll really impress her, idiot.

God, he was too sober for this.

The male quickly tears his gaze away from you, picking up the lighter and relighting the forgotten joint. He doesn’t notice your eyes drifting back toward him, like a moth to a flame.

He inhales deeply, allowing the smoke to curl into his lungs and dull his sexually intrusive thoughts. But he feels you staring, your eyes transfixed on where the smoke billows out from between his lips. He glances at the joint, then back at you. Then Eddie gets an idea, an awful, sinful idea.

He whispers your name as the room is bathed in darkness again, giving him the final push he needs.

“I want to try something…” he mumbles, carefully removing your glasses and placing them on the coffee table. “Do you trust me?”

You nod automatically.

“Then come here,” he says, voice hoarse.

And when you crawl into his lap, your thighs bracketing his hips…

Eddie is a goner.

Miraculously, he manages to keep his composure, despite the way his heart is about to leap out of his chest. You’ve never been this close before, where he can feel the warmth of your thighs seeping into his jeans and smell the faint perfume lingering on your neck.

Even in the dark, he can see that flicker of bashfulness cross over your features, that sudden urge to avoid his heated stare. To tuck in on yourself, to hide away. But to his surprise, you hold his gaze, bold and unwavering when one of his hands falls to rest on your hip. He attempts to soothe you, his thumb circling up and under your shirt.

“Inhale slowly, alright?” he gently reminds you.

His other hand brings that joint back to his full lips, the cherry end igniting brightly as he inhales.

Only this time when he lowers the joint, he leans forward. His lips brush against yours until they part beneath his own, the smoke slithering out and into your awaiting mouth. You inhale slowly—just as he instructed and let the smoke curl in and around your lungs.

And when you breathe out, he’s right there, inhaling the dissipating smoke into his own mouth with a proud smile.

“See? You’re a natural.”

Eddie takes another long drag and leans in again, his thumb grazing the curve of your jaw. And maybe it’s the look in his eye or the weed beginning to lull your nerves, but you fist the collar of his shirt and pull him into you, crashing your lips together for the second time that evening.

The male barely manages to discard the joint before he’s reeling you back in, tongue gliding over your lower lip and into your awaiting mouth. You taste like Juicy Fruit and a hint of purple palm tree delight, a combination that sets every nerve in his body on fire.

Your fingers wind into the hair at the nape of his neck, gently tugging and earning you a throaty moan. Eddie swears he’s lost it when your sweet moans begin to echo his own. The sound travels straight down, where his cock is straining pathetically against the seam of his jeans.

An uphill battle he’s been fighting since you kissed him in the parking lot of Family Video.

And when you feel that hardness pressing against your inner thigh, it only encourages you to keep going. Giving an experimental roll of your hips that has Eddie’s head lolling back onto the cushions, a choked sound resembling a whine escapes his mouth.

This new position provides you with easier access to his throat, giving you a surge of confidence before your lips find a home there and teeth nip wherever they can find purchase.

Eddie pants as your lips only trail lower, a grunt of your name mixes with a slew of curses when you suck a large bruise onto the base of his throat. Your lips make an audible pop when they detach from his skin and you lean back to assess the damage with a satisfied grin. He looks beautifully wrecked, lips swollen and eyes glossy.

You trace over the blossoming shades of red and purple on his neck with your fingertips, humming softly when you feel a shiver pass through him.

“My turn,” he insists, gently tipping your head back.

When he leans forward, lips brushing against your collarbone, he can almost taste the spiked punch from earlier. A bitter, yet sugary sweet flavor that has him groaning low in his throat. The sound reverberates through your chest and has your hips grinding harder against his own.

The fabric of your panties are completely soaked, making a mess on the front of his jeans with each frantic buck of your hips. His fingers begin to trail lower, sneaking under your skirt and grazing over the elastic of your panties. Feeling emboldened, you take his wrist, pressing the heel of palm against your center.

“Oh shit,” he groans, fingers circling up and over your aching core. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, sweetheart.”

You can only manage a soft whine in response, allowing him to guide your head back down to capture your lips together.

An abrupt knock sounds just as a blood curdling scream erupts from the television. Both noises pull you apart with a sudden start, which has you nearly falling backwards off his lap and onto the floor below. But Eddie keeps a steady grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he huffs out a breath of frustration.

“Pizza’s here.”

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[nanaslutt]

I wanna suck gojo off while he is tied up and blindfolded

contains: fem reader, non sorcerer au, established relationship, blindfolds, restraints, so much teasing, dirty talk!!!, begging, edging, praise, body worship, switch!Satoru & reader, oral(m!r), throat fucking, soft at the end,

MDNI

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“This is so kinky baby~” Your boyfriend cooed, biting his lip as he let you manhandle his wrists together, straddling his lap as you tied his wrists to the bed with a silk cloth. You rolled your eyes at his words before you sat down on his lap, right against his hard boner that poked your ass needily, as you reached over for the blindfold.

“Oh shit, a blindfold too? What are you gonna do to me~” The white-haired man giggled, wiggling his eyebrows at you in exaggeration while you straightened out the blindfold in front of you. “You mess around too much Satoru.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth before you instructed him to tip his head forward so you could tie the blindfold around his head.

"Does everything feel okay?" You asked, watching as he yanked on the wrist binds and shook his head around to make sure it all felt secure. "I fell as snug as a bug in a rug." He beamed, gracing you with his cheesy smile and giggling when you sighed. He wouldn't be laughing for long. "Baby.. this is turning me on." Gojo thrust his hips up into your ass from where you still sat against his crotch; emphasizing his hard-on.

"Good." You replied, letting him hump his hips up against your ass a couple times before you relieved him of the delicious pressure and raised your hips off of his lap, opting to sit on the outside of his thigh on the bed. "Ah fuck waitt~ come back that felt good." Gojo pouted, still thrusting his hips into the air while his hard cock twitched beneath his pants.

He called out for you when you didn't answer, you just watched him squirm in silence until his hips calmed down. "Shit, I think I like this," Satoru said when you once again didn't reply. His body was feeling hot; his senses heightened and on edge as he waited for you to speak, touch him, do something.

You finally spread his legs, making room for yourself as you sat between his thighs and caressed them with your hands, making his body jolt at the unexpected attention. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you rubbed higher and higher up his thighs, each time getting closer to his throbbing cock. Each time he humped his hips into the air, you would retract your touch altogether, waiting for him to catch on.

"Fuck, baby stop taking your hands away." He whined, his wrists pulling at their confines slightly as he grew more and more impatient. "Stop being an impatient slut and I might." You replied, dropping your hands on his hips as you massages just inches away from his cock. The tent in his sweats was twitching every so often, making your mouth salivate. Satoru's face grew hot at the name, he was not entirely the dominant one in the relationship, but the times when you took over and had free control like this were rare, so he cherished the unusual dynamic that had taken place.

"Fuck yes ma'am~" He cooed, smiling at you from his comfortable place on the pillows, loving the way this was going. You slid your hand back down his thighs, before briefly tracing your hands over his bulge; but passing it as you rubbed your hands underneath his shirt and pushed the cloth up to his pecs while you felt up his toned stomach. "You like touchin' me?" Gojo asked, making a heat blossom in your stomach at his words.

"I love touching you Satoru." You replied, "Your body is so hot." Your compliment made his face heat up, a bigger, more aroused smile took place on his face as a crimson blush covered his cheeks. "Ngh-" The man underneath you moaned, his body jerked forward and his abs clenched when he felt you press a kiss right underneath his pecs on his bare skin. "F-fuck." He laughed, tipping his chin down at you and wishing he could see what was going on.

You continued pressing kisses and licks all over the expanse of his abs. You kissed the entire expanse of his body, kissing the sides of his slutty wasit, his clothed pecs, his abs. You made the trail of your kissed more coherent as you brought your mouth to the middle of his sternum and started kissing down his torso in a straight line, aiming straight for his cock.

"Your lips- fuck- they're so soft-" Gojo praised, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt you go lower and lower down his torso, kissing over the sensitive skin of his abs and leaving his body buzzing in your wake. "Yeah? Feel good?" You asked, your hot breath tickling his skin and making goosebumps rise on his arms as you spoke. His mouth was opened in a small o as he nodded down at you.

Gojo's breath had picked up significantly once you got right underneath his belly button, he was fighting the urge to hump his hips forward, but he bet if he did he would rub his bulge against your face; albeit you would probably pull away for longer as a punishment and he definitely didn't want that. "Sweetie~" He cooed, his wrists and hands fidgeting in their bounds as he indirectly asked you to touch his cock.

"What is it Satoru?" You questioned, pulling his sweats a couple inches down his thighs as you spoke. "It hurts~" He wined, wiggling his thighs together while being careful to keep his ass on the bed. "What hurts?" You clarified, staring at his bulge only obstructed by his boxers now, twitching under your eyes. "My cock, 'm so fucking hard." He said like you weren't aware. "Yeah? You're hard?" You responded, teasing your fingers under his boxers before slowly sliding them down, exposing his trimmed white hair that rested above his cock, "I had no~ idea." You teased.

A gasp left Satoru's mouth when his cock sprung free of his boxers and slapped heavily against his pelvis. There was a wet spot that had soaked through his boxers from all the pre cum he was leaking. The tip of his dick was flushed and angry red, shining under the light as it was coated in his seed. Satoru's breath picked up, his cock twitching needily against his stomach while you sat on his thighs, rubbing your hands up and down them at you watched it.

This was torture for the man. He would almost rather have his pants still on, trapping his cock in the confines of his too-tight boxers because at least then there would be some pressure against his cock. Letting it hang free in the open air without you touching it was driving him mad. You noticed how much he was squirming now, his face twisting in displeasure, his wrists pulling against the bind-- he looked so needy like this.

"What do you want Satoru?" You said, making yourself comfortable on your stomach between his thighs as you waited for him to speak. He felt the bed dip, and your voice go lower in the room as you did so, he wanted to know so desperately what was happening. "Need you to touch my cock baby." He said, his previously snarky smile wiped off of his face completely, a more serious and needy look adorning his features now.

"Yeah? This thing?" You teased, taking your pointer finger and running it from the tip of his dick down to the base, smiling when his body jerked and his cock twitched at your ministrations. "Fuck yeah~" The white-haired man groaned, tipping his head back against the sheets, "Right there."

You pulled your finger back from his cock, he was about to protest from the lack of contact again before he felt something warm and wet make contact with his cock, and slowly drip down it. It didn't take very long for him to figure out that you had just spit on his cock. His mind was reeling, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson as more pre started leaking from his cock. Your boyfriend moaned out your name, making your clench your thighs together at the desperate tone that laced his voice.

"Please do something, baby, please." He begged. It was rare that you got to see your teasing boyfriend so pliant for you, it was turning you on to no end. You decided he had been tortured enough, as you leaned forward to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, making him sigh in approval at the contact. "Yessss." He groaned, clenching his fists in their binds when he felt you take his cock in your warm hand and give him a couple slow strokes, spreading the wetness along the length of his cock.

"Does it feel good when I jerk you off Satoru?" You asked, knowing the answer already but needing to hear it from his lips. "Feels 's good baby, feel like I'm gonna cum already." He smiled drunkenly down at you, feeling dazed at the stimulation from being teased for so long. "You'll cum when I say you can." You instructed, to which he nodded obediently. "Whatever you say, mama." His voice ended with a whine when he felt your hot tongue come into contact with his leaky tip.

His cum was slightly Salty, but the taste was so familiar you didn't mind it. You loved going down on Satoru, his cock was so sensitive so anytime you showed it extra attention he would lose his mind. "Oh fuck yeah.." He groaned, clenching and unclenching his hands tied above his head as you wrapped your lips around his head and suckled the sensitive tip of his cock.

His abs clenched and his body jerked forward when you wrapped your tongue around his head, rotating and sucking on it like a lollipop, while you jerked off the rest of his cock with your warm hand. "Yess, suck my fucking cock baby, suck that shit~" He slurred, his body twitching and wriggling against the bed as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, placing your hand that was previously jerking him off on his thigh instead.

"S-hiiiiit-" Gojo was thrashing his head back side to side on the pillows when you bottomed out on his cock, his fat tip hitting the back of your mouth making your throat constrict around him. This felt way more intense than when you usually sucked him off; his vision being obstructed was making every other sense in his body be heightened, making every touch on his body feel like lava.

"Baby, baby, can I fuck your throat, please I- I want to move please." He wined, dropping his chin down so you could get a good view of his face twisted in restraint through the blindfold, his jaw clenching every so often with the need to move his hips. You popped off of his dick, letting it twitch and bob in the air as you spoke, "Should I let you?" You asked him, running your hand up his abs and making his body jerk forward at the unexpected touch.

"P-please baby, won't go too hard I promise." He begged, shaking his head back and forth. You looked back down to his throbbing and flushed cock-- it was twitching and dripping pre so much more frequently now, you could tell he was close; it wouldn't hurt to let him fuck your throat for a short while. You hummed into the air, pretending to think while you kept running your hands over the sensitive skin of his abs.

Without saying a word you dropped your head back down to his cock and took him into your mouth once more, getting about halfway down his girth before you stilled your movements on his cock and hummed out an "mhm" around him, signaling for him that it was okay to fuck your throat. "You spoil me, thank you, baby, thank you." A dopey grin plastered itself on his face before he started to hump his hips into your warm mouth.

Your gags and sputtering around his cock could be heard around the room as you met his thrusts by bobbing your head down on him. His cock repeatedly abused the back of your throat with his sloppy humping; his frequent moans and whines of 'thank you''s filled the room, his soft white hair splaying out on the pillows once more when he laid his head back against the pillows and as you pleasured him with your mouth.

He was leaking so much into your mouth that it felt like he had come already. One thing about Satoru is he dripped pre-cum like a faucet, especially the closer and closer he got to his orgasm. "Baby- fuck- can I cum?" He asked, his already sloppy thrusts losing their rhythm against your battered throat as his high crept up on him. You popped your mouth off of him, you used your hand to jerk him off quickly while you spoke, "Not yet Satoru, I'm having fun."

You dropped your head back onto his dick, rotating your wrist to stroke his cock messily while your mouth met your hand in the middle while you sucked him off. The squelching and slurping sounds in his ears combined with your expert technique was too much for him, he needed to get your approval to cum, and quick, or he was going to do it anyways and get in a lot of trouble for it and maybe even a ruined orgasm.

"Go easy- easy baby please-" He begged, thrashing his head frantically against the pillow as he tried to escape from the stimulation. "If I can't cum p-please slow down-" Satoru cried, feeling his balls tighten and his stomach tie in knots tighter as you worked him up at an alarming pace. You decided to listen to him for once, popping your mouth off of him and your hand alike, you let his cock drenched in your saliva and his own precut throb in the air between you.

"T-thank you, thank you." He breathed, catching his breath for a couple seconds as he felt his orgasm fade from his reach, easing his nerves as the thought of his orgasm being ruined slipped from his head. You stayed silent, watching his angry cock throb while he heaved air into his lungs. You rubbed your hand over his thighs and abs in the meantime, dragging them along his waist, his pecs, all while you rested your heavy head on the side of his thigh.

"Baby, you can start again." He said, not realizing that you were purposely prolonging his orgasm like this. You hummed into the air, the vibrations tickling his legs as you continued to tease your nails over his pale skin. "Thought you wanted me to ease up." You said, gently scratching the skin along his thighs, right next to his dick while you spoke.

"I didn't want to cum without your permission." He sighed, growing impatient the longer you teased him. "Well, that's good.." You acknowledged, drawing circles and other shapes into his thigh while you watched his girth twitch in front of you. "But you ruined my fun." You said, pouting out your bottom lip for dramatics even though he couldn't see you. "Cmon, don't do this." He said, tilting his head at you.

"It's not my fault you can't stop yourself from cumming while I suck you off.." You said, tapping your pointer finger on the tip of his dick and watching it bounce. "You haven't felt your tight fucking throat suck the life out of your dick before.." He retorted, making you laugh. "Maybe you're just too sensitive." You cooed, rubbing quick circles against the slit of his dick, and watching his abs clench in response. "I need to teach you some restraint.." You mumbled, smiling to yourself when his breath started to pick up again from just your minuscule touch.

"Later, teach me restraint later." He begged, pulling his lip between his teeth when you flattened your palm against his tip and started rotating your wrist in circles. "Yeah? You wanna cum that bad?" You teased. Gojo knew that the second he felt your lips around him again he was going to cum, with or without your permission, there was no stopping it. The only thing he could do for himself now was to go along with your teasing and give you the satisfaction you wanted. He was hoping he could last long enough to get through the banter, as every word that left your mouth made his balls tighten with the need to release his cum.

"Wanna cum so bad mama wanna feel your throat squeeze around my cock while you suck me dry-" He cut himself off with a choked moan when you wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking slowly, "And you want it to right? Wanna take my load into your warm fucking mouth." He said, practically reading your mind. You rubbed your thighs together at his dirty words, he was winning, and you knew that, but it felt too good to care. "You have such a filthy fucking mouth, Satoru." You chastized.

"You love it." He smiled; you rolled your eyes at his cocky, all-knowing words before you wrapped your lips around his cock for the final time and quickly fell into a fast pace on his dick, making his body curl in on itself at the intense, rapid stimulation. "Yess- h-hahh~ Fuckkk." Gojo moaned, his back arching as you quickly brought him back to the precipice of his orgasm in seconds.

"Baby I can cum, right? I- I can cum in your mouth?" He wined, his voice losing that domineering tone it held just moments prior. You nodded around his cock, humming out your approval around him when you remembered he couldn't see you. "Thank you mama- fuck- thank you-" He groaned, letting his body relax as the first wave of his orgasm crashed over him the second he had your aproval.

"Ohmygod- Take it- Yes baby, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his back arching and abs clenching under the intensity of his high as warm ropes of his seed spilled into your mouth. You tried to keep up with him, swallowing everything he gave you as you moaned around his cock, sending delicious vibrations down his body as he came hard. You continued to suck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, only pulling away when you felt his cock start to soften in your mouth, accompanied by his groans of protest from his overstimulation. "Good boy Satoru." You praised when your lips detached with a pop, making a boyish grin appear on his face.

Gojo relaxed against the bed, his hands hanging freely in the restraints as he greedily swallowed air into his lungs. You sat up, using your thumb to collect any cum that spilled out around your lips as you popped your finger into your mouth to suck the remains off. You crawled up his body, sitting on his lower abs as you untied the blindfold, revealing Gojo's lidded eyes, flushed face, and fucked out smile to you. You leaned in, cupping his face in your hands as you kissed him passionately, slotting your tongue into his mouth as his met yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

"I should really start eating some more fruit." He cringed at his taste when you pulled away, making you giggle in response as you rolled your eyes at him. "You could eat me instead." You retorted, caressing his cheeks in your hands as you smiled lovingly at him. He bit his lip and smiled at the thought of doing to you what you just did to him. "Fuck you're always so full of good ideas." He sighed, leaning his head against your hand before you pulled away and started working on untying the binds on his wrists. "Get ready for a taste of your own medicine." He smiled mischievously, using his hands to grip the sides of your waist and flipping you around so your back was against the sheets as he attacked your neck in kisses, making you erupt in a fit of giggles.

[jiayouqi]

✩‧₊˚ first time with him. | m!rover headcanons.

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ synopsis: it's just you and rover alone...so what's it like when things escalate between you two for the first time?

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ characters involved: male rover, gender neutral reader.

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ warnings: sub!rover, dom!reader, very soft first time, gentle, lots of praise, handjob (sub receiving)

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ notes: sub rover is literally something that infects my brain and i'm happy to let it do so. this is self-indulgent, being soft with subs is my achilles heel > <;;!! hope you all enjoy this as much as i like fantasizing about it! requests are open as always, please read rules before sending them in!

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ minors dni with this post/blog.

୨⎯ male rover ⎯୧

a pretty sub, both in looks and in how he sounds.

nervous, about to explode from how anxious he is at the prospect of you two going at it together for the first time.

worries that he'll do something wrong, so his touches are shaky and a little hesitant.

a bit shy, needs your guidance in order to help him understand the flow of it all.

a praise fiend, loves hearing that he’s doing a good job from you and how cute you think he looks when he’s in this state.

the briefest of touches sometimes can rile him up easily. 

going on the running theory that tacet marks are sensitive, he’ll whimper whenever your hand brushes against his, feeling his cheeks flush hot.

it’s the smallest of things for him that get him worked up. a soft kiss on his jawline down to the nape of his neck, the way you nibble his ear, the way your hand is gently rubbing circles on his hip bone, goodness he’s going to burst. 

has the cutest gasps. he’s always surprised by what you do, no matter what it is. 

by the time you actually get to his length, he’s already dripping from his pretty pink tip. he’ll whine and squirm, begging you to help him finish, help him release, help him with the mess you created. 

rover glances down at you with his golden eyes, gasping softly as he sits on your lap and grips onto your shoulders. he’s becoming undone by the second at every tease, every soft graze, every sweet nothing you whisper into his ear. he feels as if he’s going to go insane at this point, whimpering cutely as you gently grab his shaft into your hand. you lean your head a bit to the side, stretching a bit and kissing his tacet mark softly, which earns another small whine from him. 

“p-please, you can’t, i-i can’t do this, i need, i need…” he trails off, cut off by a soft moan as he leans forward and hides his face in the nape of your neck. it's a dizzying feeling, having you touch him like this. his legs are shaking, his pale white thighs on either side of your waist as he hiccups. rover can hear you smile when you talk to him, babying him through everything. 

“what do you need, pretty rover?~ use your words, sweetheart.” augh, there you go again with another compliment. he whines a bit, feeling a bit overwhelmed as he tears up.

“p-please, i need you. i need to cum, i-i’ve been so good haven’t i?” he’ll ask, his voice soft and hoarse as you hum for a moment. he takes your silence as a no sign, but when he suddenly feels you picking up the pace, he’ll suddenly get louder and more vocal. rover’s grip on you becomes harder as he bucks his hips a bit, moving with the motions of your hands to reach his climax faster. but, he doesn’t release until you let him by whispering into his ear that he can. he’s obedient after all, and he would hate to cum without your permission.

he lets out one last high pitched whine before he cums, making a mess on his stomach and yours, the pretty white seed spewing everywhere. rover’s breathing is staggered and shaky right after, hiding in your neck. he feels embarrassed when he feels your fingers brushing up against his soft tummy, whining softly as he hears you lick some of his cum onto your finger and exaggerate the noise of you tasting it. 

“you taste so sweet, rover~ you did such a good job for me.” you tell him, gently rubbing his back and coaxing him down from the high as he loosens up his hold a bit, clinging onto you cutely like a koala as he feels his breathing slowly steady out. he felt as if he just went to the divine and back, and it leaves him wondering when the next time will be.

[moonstruckme]

Hi, I love your writing, I recently read your James Drabble about reader and James being domestic and reader eating all the blackberries. It gave off such summer comfort vibes, I was wondering if you would be able to write something with either James or Remus (you choose I love them both) and reader going to a farmers market or just laying in the summer sun while reader reads and maybe tracing lines on her back. I know I gave you a few ideas, but if you’re comfortable writing something, anything thing would be good, your writing’s always good.

Hope you’re having a lovely day :)

Thanks for requesting, hope you're having a lovely day too <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 794 words

The sun is warm on your back, beating off the white of your book’s pages so glaringly you’ve had to put on your sunglasses to read comfortably. The top you’re wearing is cut low in the back so you can soak in the rays, and you’ve laid a blanket down on the grass to do just that. James is meant to be running the trail around the park, but he’d announced his break twenty minutes ago to snack on the strawberries you’d bought at the farmers market and has somehow fallen into tracing shapes on your bare skin. 

You’re pretending to still be immersed in your book, but it’s growing difficult. 

“What are you doodling back there?” you ask him. 

“Working on my cursive,” he says, drawing a loop next to your spine that makes you shiver despite the warm day. “My teachers were right, I lost the skill once I stopped practicing.” 

“You’re writing? What are you saying?” 

“Nonsense, really. But—hold on, I’ll try to write something and you tell me if you can understand what it says.” 

You laugh. “Okay,” you say, but James presses a hand to your back to still you, shushing with mock seriousness. 

“Shh, lovie, you’re shaking my canvas.” 

You set your chin down on the blanket, giving up on reading and closing your eyes to decipher James’ messages. 

His finger makes a couple of odd loops on your back, and you guess, “Do?” 

“Yes!” 

Another series of loops. They tickle as they get lower, and James tuts when you wriggle slightly. 

“Wait,” you say, “I didn’t get that one.” 

Your boyfriend sighs heavily. You think you can hear a smile in the sound. “Fine,” he says with great reluctance, “I’ll do it again, but please try to pay attention this time. I’m trying to ask you something urgent.” 

You smile to yourself, but focus in as he traces the letters again. 

“You?” 

“There we go! Knew you could do it. Alright, stay with me…” 

James makes it fairly easy on you. The majority of the words are short and simple, only a few letters. Do you want some…

You get stuck on the last one, making him repeat it a few times, slower and slower, until you guess, “Strawberries?” 

“Finally.” James lets out a big breath, drooping forward so he’s laid across you with his chin digging into your back. “Angel, you know I love you, but I don’t think that was my cursive’s fault. I think you need to work on your reading comprehension skills.”

You roll your eyes. “How is asking me if I want strawberries urgent?” 

“Because I’m about to finish them off.” 

“Wait, actually?” James’ weight lifts off you as you push yourself up on your elbows, turning to see the container of strawberries you’d bought only an hour ago. It had been heaping then, but now there are only a handful left. “Jamie, really?” 

He at least looks appropriately abashed. “You weren’t reaching for them,” he says, tanned shoulders creeping upwards, “and they’re really good! How much restraint am I expected to exercise here? I’ve left you five.” 

“I haven’t been reaching for them because I don’t want to get my book sticky.” You pout, exaggerating your distress for what you know it’ll get you in return. “I didn’t expect them to all be gone by the time I was ready.” 

“Aw, sweetheart, I could’ve helped you with that.” He picks up a strawberry by its stem, holding it out for you. “Here, open.” 

You sigh but tip your mouth open obediently, biting off the tip. Sweet, slightly sun-warmed juice explodes into your mouth. 

“That wasn’t hardly a bite at all,” James chides. “Have another.” 

You do. “I’m beginning to resent you more now that I know how good these are,” you tell him. The sweet tang lingers on your taste buds even after you’ve swallowed. “We should only get our fruit from that vendor from now on.” 

“They clearly know what they’re doing,” he agrees. He gives you another strawberry after the first is finished, musing while you crunch, “Come to think of it, I’m starting to suspect you only pretended not to know what I was writing so I’d give you a back massage.” 

You laugh. The thought actually hadn’t occurred to you, though his touch had felt nice moving over your back. “Write me another message, and I’ll let you know.” 

James swipes a finger up the length of your spine, laughing when you squirm at the odd tickle. “Would you like me to bring you a glass of lemonade while I’m at it?” he asks.

“Mm, that’s alright. We just need to find some palm fronds for you to fan me with, and I think I’ll be set.”

[bookwormjust]

Imagine: An Accident at Dinner with the Inner Circle

Dinner with the Inner Circle was always an event to look forward to—filled with laughter, shared stories, and the warmth of being surrounded by those who had become family. Tonight was no different. The grand dining room of the House of Wind was bathed in the golden glow of candlelight, the long table adorned with an array of dishes that would make any chef proud.

Azriel sat beside you, as he always did, his presence a steady, comforting anchor amidst the lively chatter. His hand rested on your knee under the table, a quiet but constant reminder of the bond you shared. You were mid-conversation with Mor, who was animatedly recounting a tale of her latest shopping spree, complete with exaggerated gestures and laughter.

Across the table, Feyre and Rhysand were locked in a mock argument about who had won their latest training session, while Cassian was trying to convince Amren to try a new dessert. It was a scene of perfect, chaotic harmony—each voice, each laugh, blending into a symphony of camaraderie.

Feyre stood up with a smile, reaching for a large, steaming pot of soup from the center of the table. “Alright, who’s ready for seconds?” she asked, lifting the pot with one hand while balancing her plate in the other. But in her enthusiasm, she misjudged the angle, and the pot slipped from her grasp.

Everything seemed to slow down in that moment. You watched as the pot wobbled, tipping dangerously, and then—before anyone could react—it tumbled forward, the steaming contents splashing across the table. Hot soup splattered everywhere, cascading over plates, cutlery, and worst of all—over you.

The shock of the searing liquid against your skin made you gasp, instinctively jerking back in your chair. The heat was overwhelming, a burning sensation spreading from your lap down to your legs. You could hear the sharp intake of breath from everyone around the table, and Feyre’s horrified gasp as she realized what had happened.

“Y/N!” Feyre’s voice was filled with panic and regret as she reached out, but Azriel was already moving.

Before you could fully register the pain, Azriel was there, his shadows swirling in a frenzy around him. He pulled you to your feet, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and fear that you had rarely seen in him. His hands, those scarred hands that had seen so much pain, moved quickly as he tried to brush the hot soup off your clothes, his touch gentle but hurried.

“Az—” you started, trying to calm him, but his expression stopped you short. There was something deeper there, a shadow of past trauma that flickered in his gaze as he took in the redness spreading across your skin.

His grip tightened slightly, and you felt the tension in his muscles as he fought to control his emotions. You could see the anger simmering beneath the surface—not at you, not even really at Feyre, but at the situation, at the memories it stirred. Azriel’s own burns, the scars that marked his hands, were a constant reminder of pain he had endured alone, and seeing you hurt, even in this small way, pulled those memories to the forefront.

“Feyre, get some cold water!” Rhysand’s voice cut through the tension, his tone commanding but calm. Feyre nodded quickly, rushing to grab a pitcher of cold water from the side table, her face pale with worry.

Azriel guided you away from the table, his movements swift but careful. “We need to cool it down,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, as he took the pitcher from Feyre’s trembling hands and gently poured the water over your lap, trying to soothe the burn.

You winced at the initial contact but nodded, placing your hand over Azriel’s to steady him. “I’m okay,” you said softly, trying to reassure him, but his eyes remained fixed on you, his expression a storm of guilt and fury.

“You shouldn’t have to be hurt,” he whispered, his voice low and tight. “Not like this.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling the tension in his grip, the way his shadows seemed to pulse erratically around him. “Az, it’s okay,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, trying to pull him back to the present, to remind him that you were here, with him. “I’m okay.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might lose control—the shadows around him darkening, twisting in response to his turmoil. But he took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as he leaned into your touch. Slowly, the storm in his gaze began to subside, the frantic edge fading as he focused on you.

The rest of the Inner Circle hovered nearby, concern etched on their faces. Cassian stepped forward, his voice gentle as he said, “Feyre didn’t mean it, Az. It was an accident.”

Feyre, standing a few steps away, looked on the verge of tears. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t mean to—”

You offered her a small, reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Feyre. Really. Just a little hot soup.”

Azriel’s grip on your hand finally loosened, his posture relaxing as he took another deep breath. He glanced at Feyre, his expression softening as he nodded. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice still a little rough around the edges but calmer. “I know it wasn’t on purpose.”

Mor appeared at your side with a cool cloth, gently pressing it to the reddened area on your leg. “Here, this should help,” she said softly, her eyes flicking between you and Azriel with a worried frown.

“Thanks, Mor,” you said, grateful for the cool relief against your skin. You looked up at Azriel, who was still watching you with an intensity that made your heart ache. You reached for him again, pulling him closer so that your foreheads touched, a silent promise between you.

“I’m right here,” you whispered. “And I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Azriel’s eyes closed for a moment as he leaned into you, his breath evening out as he steadied himself. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I just… I can’t stand seeing you hurt.”

You nodded, understanding more than words could express. You knew the scars he carried, both seen and unseen, and how fiercely he protected those he loved—how fiercely he protected you.

Rhysand cleared his throat softly, his voice gentle as he broke the quiet. “Let’s take a break, give everyone a moment to breathe.” He glanced at Feyre, who nodded, still looking a bit shaken.

Azriel helped you to a nearby chair, his hand never leaving yours as he sat beside you. His shadows, usually so composed, still swirled restlessly around his feet, betraying the lingering tension in his mind.

You squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to you. “I love you,” you said softly, your voice steady and full of certainty. “And nothing’s going to change that. Not a little soup, not anything.”

Azriel’s expression softened, the corners of his lips twitching into a faint smile. “I love you too,” he replied, his voice low but filled with the quiet strength that always made you feel safe. “More than anything.”

As the others began to regroup, offering more apologies and making sure you were comfortable, Azriel stayed by your side, his touch constant and reassuring. And as the evening slowly returned to its usual rhythm, you knew that no matter what happened, you and Azriel would always face it together—scars, shadows, and all.

[golden1u5t]

relaxation comes in different forms | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: no

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: everyone had their own way of relaxing after a hard case but you had aaron’s way was much better than anyone else’s.

everyone had their own way of relaxing after a long day, emily liked to sipped her wine and chill with sergio, derek liked to workout or talk to pretty women, jj had her children and husband, rossi liked to cook meals big enough to last him two weeks, spencer liked to read, and penelope had her online prince. everyone found relaxation in different places.

on the other hand, you and aaron found relaxation within each other. a relationship that was hidden from the prying eyes of your colleagues and friends, a relationship that was only for you and him to experience. some people might say that all the sneaking around would get tiring eventually but not for you and aaron, you felt like it kept your relationship interesting— exciting even.

all the stolen glances from across the room or the gentle touches you sneak when no one else is looking. if anything, sneaking around was your favorite part of your relationship. okay maybe that’s exaggerating a bit, you liked sneaking around because it meant you had something to yourself for once but in all honesty, your favorite part of your relationship was the sex.

it’s your favorite part because each time you did it, it was different. there was the rough sex, the quickies in his office, you name it, but the best for you was the slow, lazy sex that mainly happened early in the morning or late at night when you’re both too tired to do all that moving around.

for example.

the day had been terrible and long, which is how you found yourself in aaron’s lap with his cock buried deep in your cunt, your arms and legs wrapped around his body while his arms were wrapped around yours to keep you close to him. aaron had his legs tucked underneath him so he could thrust up into you from below. really if you were to have a blanket pulled over you no one would suspect what you were doing, it would just seem like you were just holding each other after a long day. the room had been pretty quiet since you both walked in and you tried to keep that way since there was a little boy right down the hall and waking him this late would be a nightmare.

with your head being tucked in the crook of his neck, your moans were fairly muffled. you slid your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his head and lightly tugged as his hands slid down your back to your ass. a low groan left his parted lips when you started to tug at his hair and drag your lips alongside the pulsing vein in his neck. that was always something that aaron liked more than he admits–he’s more sensitive there than he lets on–and you anytime you got the chance you’d ghost your lips over his pulse point or the sensitive spot right under his ear.

somehow he managed to shift his weight and get more leverage to fuck you better. his thrust weren’t exactly fast, given the position you were in, but they were powerful enough to have your walls start to clamp down on his cock so tight that you were borderline pushing him out.

your legs slightly quivered around his waist as you started to grind down into his thrust, your hand fell from his head to dig into the skin on his back. the feeling of your nails breaking his skin had his head tipping back and a soft hiss to escape him. you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hold in your moan, as you started to cum.

aaron could feel his stomach start to tighten at the feeling of your cunt practically pushing him out. he used his grip on you to lift you off of his cock for a moment, you let out a soft whine and raised your head to look at him.

“why’d you stop? i can’t take more, please.”

“fuck- i know you can, just- just give me a second, baby.” he leaned forward and rested his head on your shoulder. aaron took a deep breath so that he didn’t cum so soon, he wanted to make you cum at least once more before he let himself fall apart but he knew that if he stayed in you any longer he wouldn’t have made it.

he really only took a few second before he was flipping you around so you were on your back and sliding back into you. aaron pushed your legs up so far your knees were nearly touching your chest. before you met him you would’ve never thought you could bend in such ways but every day he manages to help you discover something new about yourself.

with the way he had your legs spread open for him, he had the best view of his cock driving in and out of you. being inside of you was the best feeling in the world for aaron and he’s sure that if he could he would spend every waking moment inside you.

you could tell he was trying to hold back his orgasm for you—you could feel his cock twitching—and you hated that. the second aaron tore his eyes from your cunt to look at you, you were opening your mouth to speak.

“please cum in me, aaron. i wanna feel it, please?” your voice was light but trembling with need, you reached out and placed your hand on his forearm. aaron’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before he looked back down at your cunt greedily sucking him in.

he let out a guttural groan and let your legs fall back down on the bed as he leaned over your body, pressing your chest together and changing his pace to one that had the room being filled with the sound of your skin hitting. aaron moved his arm to rest above your head as he began to kiss down your neck and leave gentle reminders of this night across your heated skin.

a few moments later, aaron’s hips stilled and he pressed himself as deep as he could go as he started to cum. you wrapped your arms and legs around him and held him as tight against you as your could. you could feel his heart racing against your chest and you were sure he could probably feel yours going just as fast.

even though he didn’t get to make you cum again before he did, hearing you beg for him to cum in you was more than enough for him.

[morningsharksworld]

Imagine Hazard being slightly jealous that Reader, who he's been flirting with for a while. Was ogling someone who was flexing and decided to flex real quick to get their attention back.

(I need to see this man flex look at hiimmm)

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A/N: Thank you anon for making me go insane in the middle of this and still manage to write him a bit flustered because I couldn’t help myself, I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did :’]

Summary: a battle of peacocks what more is there to say?

The tavern buzzed with its usual noise: off-key singing from the corner, the clinking of mugs, and hearty laughter. You were perched at the bar beside Hazard, who had been in his usual form—leaning lazily on the counter, tossing out his sharp wit and charm as if it were currency.

It was easy to fall into his rhythm, though tonight your attention had slipped. Across the room, someone had started flexing, their biceps bulging as they posed for a small, admiring crowd. It wasn’t often you saw such blatant peacocking, and the display had caught your eye for a moment too long.

Hazard noticed. Of course, he did.

His golden eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a thick mutter. “Ach, really now? That’s what’s got yer attention? Some overgrown lump flexin’ like he’s auditionin’ for a bloody statue garden?”

You blinked and turned to him, caught off guard by the irritation in his tone. “What?”

He gave you a look, tilting his head toward the flexing stranger. “Cannae believe it. I’ve been sittin’ here spinnin’ gold fer ye, an’ yer too busy starin’ at that. Ye’d think I was invisible.”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it. “Wait—are you jealous?”

The word hit him like a thunderbolt. His smug grin faltered, his cheeks flushing a faint but unmistakable red. He straightened up immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. “Jealous? Me? Dinnae be ridiculous sweetheart.”

“Oh, you’re jealous” you teased, leaning closer to him with a sly grin. “You saw me looking at someone else, and now you’re sulking.”

“I am no’sulking!” he shot back, though the red creeping up to the tips of his ears betrayed him. He turned his head away, muttering something about “daft ideas” under his breath.

“Hazard” you said sweetly, drawing his attention back. “If you want my attention, all you have to do is ask.”

He stared at you, his mouth opening as if to fire back a retort—but no words came. Instead, he blinked, his flustered expression only deepening. “I don’t—ye cannae just—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. “Yer impossible, ye ken that?”

“And yet here you are, proving my point more” you teased, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

Hazard scowled, though there was no real heat behind it. “Fine, then” he said, his voice tinged with stubborn pride. “If ye think yon flexin’ fool’s impressive, I’ll remind ye why ye should keep yer eyes right where they belong.”

“Oh, this should be good” you replied, unable to suppress your grin.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders with exaggerated nonchalance as he shed his jacket, letting it fall onto the back of the chair. His shirt clung just right, emphasizing the lean strength of his frame as he stretched. When he reached up to run a hand through his hair, his muscles flexed just a little more than necessary.

“Ach, been a while since I’ve had tae bother showin’ off” he drawled, shooting you a sidelong glance. “Still reckon I’ve got more tae offer than yon poser.”

“Hazard” you said, barely holding back laughter. “Are you seriously flexing to prove a point?”

He froze for a fraction of a second, then turned to you with his trademark grin, though the flush on his face hadn’t faded. “What? Dinnae act like ye’re no’ impressed, lass. I’ve seen the way yer eyes wander when I stretch.”

You arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. “So you have been paying attention, huh? Almost like you were… jealous?”

His bravado cracked for just a moment, his golden eyes flicking away as he mumbled, “I wasnae jealous. Just—ye know—remindin’ ye where yer loyalty should lie.”

“Hazard” you said softly, leaning in close enough that your voice dropped to a near whisper. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

That did it. His entire face went red as he took a half-step back, coughing into his fist to mask his embarrassment. “Aye, well… don’t get used tae it” he muttered, glaring at the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound finally breaking the tension. “Alright, alright” you said, resting a hand on his arm. “I’ll stop teasing… for now.”

“Good” he replied gruffly, though he refused to meet your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the noise of the tavern filling the space. Then Hazard glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his grin slowly returning. “Adorable, am I? Sweetheart, ye’ve got no idea what ye’re in for.”

“Oh?” you replied, your own smile widening. “Care to prove it?”

His golden eyes gleamed as he stood straighter, his confidence slipping back into place like a second skin. “Aye” he said, offering you his hand. “Let’s take this outside. Ye’ll nae be lookin’ at anyone else after this.”

And just like that, Hazard was back in control—at least, as much as you were willing to let him be.

[sundew199]

Afternoons

a/n: I got carried away with this, hehe

tags: reiner braun x reader, oral m!receiving, throat fucking, dacryphilia if you squint, no p/n's used, kinda implied f!reader

All you'd been thinking about all day was him. Everything that had to do with him was on your mind. He didn't have the day off like you did, such a disappointment, so many degenerate ideas running through mind as you went about idle tasks around the house.

Maybe you were just unbearably horny that made you groan and take little breaks when your mind wandered too far, but then again you were with a man who looked nothing less than a greek god at times. What a delightful curse that was.

Finally you could hear the car pulling up into the drive, setting down the rag you were using to wipe down the counters, giving the impression you weren't doing anything. Reiner let out a long over exaggerated sigh from the front door, tossing some of his things down right there and taking his time coming to find you. The dreariness in his eyes lifted once he spotted you by the counter, shoulders slouching in a slump way as he continued to shuffle over to you.

"How was work?" Asking before he could even wrap his arms around you, teasingly pulling him in closer by his already loose tie.

"Tiring, long, irritating, the usual." Breaking into a smile and leaning in for a kiss, not letting it linger like how you wanted and even tried, so desperate for him.

"Figured you didn't do much today?" Now really pulling away, tie slipping through your fingers and a small frustration beginning inside you. It wasn't towards him, more at your impatience and the clawing need to have some part of him inside you. This is what you get allowing yourself to daydream while he was away at work.

"Not much besides cleaning a bit, just waiting for you to get home."

He scoffed a laugh, back turned to you as he shoved the bite he took of a muffin into his mouth. You could tell he was beginning to understand the underlying message in your words, a handy little thing about him when you didn't want to explicitly ask for something.

"Bet you were." Heels of his dress shoes clicking against the tile floor of the kitchen as he turned and took two long steps towards you, guise written in suppressed lust that he must've shoved down during the day as well. Boldly, you grabbed him by the tie again, pressing yourself to his chest and absorbing the heat coming off in waves from his body, assumption proving to be correct. Nimble fingers of yours danced up his dress shirt, fanning out on the side of his neck to thread into the back of his hair, inches away from his face.

"Mhm, all day long." Exchanging the air between you and him as you spoke, a chuckle of sorts climbing up his throat as he shuffled one foot forward, bringing your bodies closer somehow. Reiner looked like he was about to say something else until the press of your lips to his jaw silenced it, breath quietly hitching in his throat and relaxation mixed with desire running hot in his veins.

Small open mouth kisses ran along his scruff, palms brushing down his body, catching over the hard nipples poking through the cotton fabric, knees bending a bit when you reached the base of his neck, coming off and continuing to crouch down onto the floor. Reiner adjusted his footing until the backs of his legs were to the kitchen cabinets, hips pushed out into the air, presenting the growing tent in his slacks.

Fully down on your knees now, face to face with what had been on your mind all day, you pressed your cheek to his thigh and cupped his half hard erection, relishing in the surprised groan. Each breath was being sucked through his teeth with a hiss as your palm pressed and rubbed, blood rushing impossibly fast to his cock to your simple touch. You wanted to tease him a bit, having fun with the quieted reactions you were getting, so you breathily moaned before mouthing over his bulge, purposely moving your head side to side so the tip of your nose would brush across the head of his cock. Reiner's head had fallen back a little, one hand running through his hair, mussing it even further while he white knuckled the edge of the counter with his other hand.

"M'shit," Muttering out when your tongue flattened and swiped up along his shielded shaft, like you would if it weren't trapped in the confines of his slacks.

Unsure of who was more desperate for this, you popped the button to his slacks and pulled the zipper, spotting the faint wet spot in his briefs, flicking your tongue over that spot and not missing the thump of the back of his shoe hitting the cabinet.

"Been thinking about sucking your cock all day." Speaking with a whine, fingers only slipped behind the waistband of his briefs, eyeing the last button of his shirt blocking any part of his skin. On impulse, you quickly undid the first four buttons upwards and parting the open shirt enough to see the happy trial that started from his naval down, like a treasure map you got to retrace anytime you found yourself down on your knees.

"All day?" Confidence prominent in his tone, boarding on arrogant as he looked down at you on your knees. "Been thinking about your mouth all day too angel."

Reaching a hand down to hold the side of your face, pressing the pad of his thumb to your lips and watching them purse under the light pressure. You took it into your mouth before he could pull it away, giving it one long harsh suck, coming off with a pop and breaking the string of saliva connecting to your lips. Reiner groaned deeply in his chest, pushing his hips out a little more to entice you to free his cock, wrap your pretty little lips around it as he thrusted down your throat. Fuck he could never get enough of you.

Without warning, you yanked his briefs down and his leaking angry cock sprung free, close to hitting your cheek by an inch. The cool air hitting his fiery flesh prompted a hiss and a stifle of some noise, a noise that increased the pulsing desire between your legs, throbbing at this point.

"Put your pretty mouth to use for me."

Whispering sensually, sweetly with the way his lust heavy eyes looked down at you, golden honey irises momentarily dulled by the yearning for your mouth.

Humming salaciously at his request, you flicked the end of your tongue at the gathering pre leaking from his slit, rolling your eyes back at the salty taste, hearing his feet shuffle in place. Without wasting anymore time, your lips enclosed around the head, pressing your hands into his thighs as your tongue swirled slow steady circles around it. Reiner grunted, white knuckling the edge of the counter with both hands now, looking to the ceiling briefly before back down to your already hollowed cheeks around the tip of his fat cock. Both of you were aware of his size, gifted with girth that pleasantly stretched out any part that you took him in, and god did you love the stretch.

Slow soft hums accompanied you as you moved downwards from the tip of his cock, saliva already pooling at the corners of your mouth and aiding the needed lubrication to blow him properly. His breathing sounded hoarse in his throat, raspy and needy with each intake, with each slow ascend and descend of your mouth.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Finding his words, one hand breaking from their death grip on the edge of the counter to hold the back of your head, holding back from shoving you down further.

You blinked to flutter our lashes over your cheeks, sucking him down all the way suddenly and holding him in your throat. The abruptness of your action had your eyes watering and stinging, nose pressed directly onto the lowest part of his abdomen, hair from his happy trail tickling your skin. Reiner sounded like he was trying to keep his composure, prevent himself from coming too soon.

"Relax for me," His hand now moving to hold the side of your head, right above your ear and pushing himself from the counter with his hips, sending his cock deeper down your throat, setting his feet apart farther.

Doing as you were told, your jaw slackened and lips relaxing around his shaft, blinking rapidly up at him, seeing the cockiness of the blatant power dynamics between you run through him like fire. One thing about Reiner was he was going to fuck your throat, fuck it good like he were fucking your tight hole, using you as he saw fit. Of course it took him a while to truly be comfortable with this, worried he might hurt you, but you knew he wouldn't, not even on purpose and after the first time, he was addicted to the rush.

Sliding himself out until the tip of his dick rested in your mouth, he exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumb into your skin in a soothing manner, like a pre-comfort for the delightful abuse he was about to put your throat through. One side of his mouth lift in a smirk, starting to push back into your mouth with ease and then shoving the rest down, groaning at the tightness surrounding him, eyes fluttering at the sensation of the single motion. Breathing through your nose, maintaining eye contact with him and focusing to keep your jaw relaxed and open, you took the measured thrusts like you were made for it.

It didn't take too long for his hips to pick up the pace, keeping a steady hand at the side of your head, eagerly picking up the pace with his growing greediness, puffing out breath after breath in time with his hips. His heavy balls soon started to smack against your chin, the mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripping down to your chin enhancing the sound. Reiner groaned and grunted every time he hit the back of your throat, sharply inhaling from his nose and watching the tears well in your water line, just waiting for them to roll down your cheeks.

"Thinkin' about this all day yea? Mm how badly you wanted me to fuck your throat?" Asking as if you could give him a proper response, only able to barely nod to the questions, an honest answer as it was all you'd been thinking about. A laugh rumbled in his chest teetering out into a moan as he abruptly stopped his thrusts to hold himself all the way in your throat. Reiner's other hand gathered some of the saliva and pre mixture smeared onto your chin with his finger, cleaning it off himself and moaning again, like the dirty bastard he was. You moaned around his cock witnessing the sight, the ache between your legs a burning throb at the pure sex emanating from his body, like it were natural.

"Been thinkin' about it too, almost called to see if you wanted to stop by my office." Ending his sentence with a wink, an all too obvious sign of what he was implying, allowing your eyes to roll back into your head at the thought.

"But at least now," Beginning his pace again, thumbing over the small tear that escaped from your waterline down your cheek. "I can fuck you after, fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name baby."

Shit you were insanely turned on by that proposition, moaning with an ache to have him fuck you dumb and stupid after this, claw your nails down his back only for him to flip you over and force your back to arch to his liking and affectionately punish you with his cock pounding and stretching you open.

Fingertips pressed into the side of your head as he went faster than before, starting to chase the sweet release of his orgasm, have you swallow it all. The deep manly sounding groans and grunts were slowly turning into whines and whimpers, his back forming a slight arch as he writhed where he stood, pleasure overtaking at an alarming pace.

"Shit you feel so good...so fuckin' good baby, fuck." Whiny words rolling off of his tongue as he got closer and closer, feeling the pulse of his cock slide along your throat as he fucked himself into your mouth over and over. Reiner threw his head back violently, pushing his hips out, pressing his dick all the way down your throat and your nose to his skin.

Ropes of warm cum shot down your throat, no other choice but to swallow as his strength kept you where you were at. His grip to the side of your head eased, pulling out quickly and stroking just under the tip as he pumped his cum onto your awaiting tongue. A sort of groan like laugh came as it pooled and gathered on the muscle, seeing your swollen lips tremble as you tried to keep your mouth open until he was done.

As soon as he was done, you looked at him through hooded eyes, taking your tongue back into your mouth but keeping your lips parted just enough so he could watch you swallow. Gently, his thumb gathered the remnants on your top and bottom lips, slipping it into your mouth wordlessly.

The surrounding air was thick with sex, clinging to your bodies like heavy dew from a summer's rain. Reiner sighed with a weak smile, offering his hand to help you off of the floor, not bothering to adjust any of his clothing. Catching you off guard with a kiss, his tongue licked into your mouth, allowing himself a taste of his own cum, which brought your lust from a simmer to a boil in your gut, gripping onto the back of his sweaty hair.

"Gonna fuck the shit out of you." Mumbling into your lips, hearing the rustling of fabric and feeling two hands at the back of your thighs, hoisting you into the air to wrap around his waist.

"Sounds like a promise." Folding your arms around his neck as he carried you from the kitchen to the bedroom, matching his sultry smirk with one of your own.

"It is a promise." Sending one searing slap into your ass cheek, gripping the flesh and chuckling back into your lips with a sharp inhale.

[xas24]

hellooo!! lmfao idk if its just me but am i the only one who noticed that pedri absolutely HATES the cold, or he just gets rly cold easily idk but the way he wears his puffer jacket is so cute, anyway i was hoping u could write something related to that?? love ur work btw !!!☺️

cold boy - pedri

summary: pedri visits england for the first time and realises that he was definetely not made for cold weather.

being from an island that is known for its hot temperatures, pedri cannot handle the cold that surrounds him in various areas of barcelona in winter, or anywhere that is close to a minus in the temperature. his coat would be clung to his body, begging for some sort of warmth in these freezing conditions, and this was something that didn't go unnoticed by y/n or many barça fans.

y/n thought it was absolutely adorable, the way he would shove his hands into the pockets of his coat, head and neck covered by the hood. sometimes she would fling her scarf around his neck, just so he could get that extra bit of warmth she knew his body very much needed.

currently, the two were in the uk, back in y/ns home town for a few days of the holidays. y/n was aware of how cold the temperatures usually are in england, which is why she’d made her boyfriend pack as many fluffy sweaters, puffer coats and beanies he had.

pedri was excited for the adventure, the new experience of visiting england, a place he had never been before, but most of all he was looking forward to meeting his girlfriends family once again. he knew how much they loved him, and likewise he enjoyed their presence and the positive, cheery aura her folks possessed.

what he wasn't mentally prepared for was how cold it would be. in all honesty, he thought y/n was exaggerating with the temperatures; he didn't think it would be this cold until it had smacked him right in the face. his nose and tips of his ears had instantly started to turn pink and his lips became chapped, yet he still put a smile on his face whilst greeting his girlfriend's family and laughing at their jokes of how the canarian was finding this freezing weather.

it was now the second day of the couple being in england, and pedri was slightly adjusting to the winter weather. when y/n had asked him to go down to the markets with her, he had refused as he didn't want to spend another second freezing his ass off outside.

but when she pouted and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, he couldn't deny her anymore.

"thank you! i promise it'll be fun, its not that cold out today." y/n stated as she put on her puffer coat. just a quick look outside begged to differ but pedri huffed and put on his own coat, grabbing his gloves and his beanie before following her out the bedroom.

the two made their way downstairs and as y/n was grabbing her bag, she noticed how cute her boyfriend looked stood to the side, his hair and ears submerged into the wool of his beanie and his hands in his pockets.

she grabbed a scarf and smiled as she made her way over to him.

"here," pedri watched as she reached up and wrapped the scarf around his neck twice. she fluffed it up so he was fully covered, then kissed him on the lips. "now you won't feel as cold."

pedris heart practically leaped out of his chest at her gesture; his cheeks warmed with love and adoration for the girl infront of him, transforming his lips into a shy grin. his arms wrapped around her neck as he pulled her body closer to his so he could lay a kiss onto her lips properly, mouths slotting together and cold breaths mixing as he kissed his gratitude and love into her.

"thank you, but i think i'll still freeze to death." he whispered against her mouth once he pulled away.

y/n chuckled and pinched his side, eyes glaring up into his brown ones. "you'll be fine, stop being a baby."

pedri pouted and snuck his head into her neck. the warmth he felt, all snuggled up into her body with his arms around her waist, was unmatched - no cold could truly bother him whilst he was in his girls arms. he pressed a kiss to her neck and whined once again that he would rather stay inside.

"no, you're gonna have fun, trust me, amor. c'mon." she grabbed his hand, letting him kiss her cheek one last time before pulling him towards the front door.

she really wanted him to see her home town, the markets that she grew up going to every weekend, the views of the sunset, the lights that illuminated the night and kept the town awake, and especially the snow that made everything look like a fairytale.

pedri saw the excitement evident on her face, so his fingers tightened in her hold. he pulled her closer to his body and they both made their way down the streets and to the markets. they laughed and talked about whatever they wanted whilst the snow trickled down and the cold wind wafted around them but pedri could’ve cared less in that moment as he had his girl by his side.

[aringofsalt]

💗 for bucktommy!

💗 - slow/gentle kiss

this got away from me a little bit but it is SO CUTE i just made my own heart hurt

The garden was beautiful.

One year on, Maddie and Chimney had decided on a quiet, intimate anniversary party. Close friends and family only, none of the over-exaggerated pomp that the Buckleys had encouraged the year before. The evening was winding down, most of the adults sitting around in the garden, under a sky painted in pinks and purples and dotted with string lights. The gaggle of kids who had been underfoot the whole day were now mostly tucked away in the living room, entertaining themselves with video games and snacks.

There were still a few people dancing in the open section of the courtyard they’d set up, but Tommy and Evan were tucked away on a bench off to the side, wrapped around each other. Evan, already happy and emotional for his sister, had only gotten sappier as the night—and the drinks—wore on, constantly reminded that this day had been a bit of a turning point not just for his sister and her husband, but for him and Tommy as well. They’d put up with more than a few teasing comments about their appearance from last year—Maddie’s friend Josh had straight up asked why both their faces were clean this time—but it had all been good-natured, and they were both feeling the love regardless.

The music changed, a few slower notes ringing out, and Tommy was surprised to recognise Norah Jones’ voice, one of his favourite songs from his favourite movie. He hadn’t really pegged Maddie as a fan, but maybe Howie had added it. Regardless, Evan was standing and holding out his hand, a soft smile on his face, and he rarely said no to that face.

Evan pulled him into the center of the floor, joining the other couples that had migrated over. They swayed together for a moment, and Tommy tipped his head forward to lean their foreheads together, enjoying the feeling of Evan’s arms around his shoulders and his own hands on Evan’s waist.

“Have I told you recently how glad I am that you agreed to my ridiculous attempt at a second date?” Evan murmured.

“You know, I think you last said it about an hour ago, so not recently enough,” Tommy teased. “And, really, it was the most eventful second date I could’ve asked for.”

“Good thing we like eventful.”

Evan pulled back a little, grabbing Tommy’s hands and spinning him around a few times just to see him laugh. When they settled again, Evan was pressed up behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“I love you so much.”

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, but paused when Evan pulled away. He turned, confused, then even more confused when Evan’s face wasn’t where he expected it to be.

And then he looked down.

To where his boyfriend was kneeling, smile as bright as the setting sun, with a little black velvet box open on his outstretched hand, a thin band of hammered silver sitting in the middle.

“I know it’s fast, and we only just moved in together,” he began, “but I also know that for the last year I’ve spent every day being grateful for you. That you let me figure myself out and still gave me a chance to love you the way you deserve.” He held out his free hand and Tommy took it gratefully, almost desperate for the lifeline. “I know I love you, and I know you love me,” Evan continued, his smile dropping into a more serious expression. “And I want to love you for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.”

“Evan,” Tommy breathed, “of course.”

Evan’s smile returned, almost blinding, and he all but threw the box to the ground in his haste to slide the ring onto Tommy’s finger. Their friends were cheering and clapping around them, but Tommy barely heard them, focused on the way Evan pressed a slow, gentle kiss to each of his knuckles before rising to his feet. He was barely upright before Tommy was taking his face in his hands and kissing him deeply. They broke apart to the sounds of wolf whistles, and it was then he realised that everyone was now gathered around them.

“Told you he’d say yes,” Evan gloated to Eddie and Hen, who both rolled their eyes at him.

“Nobody doubted that for a second, asshole,” Eddie said fondly.

“Sorry for stealing your thunder, again,” Tommy told Maddie with a rueful smile as she hugged him.

“Oh, are you kidding? I told him he had to do this as soon as he told me he was thinking about asking you,” she said with a laugh. “I told him he had to invite you to the wedding, too. I’m taking like, seventy-five percent of the credit for your relationship, by the way. He needs a kick in the ass sometimes.”

“Hey!”

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Later that evening, once the congratulations were done and they’d had one last celebratory glass of champagne, Tommy had a sleepy Evan tucked under his arm as they waited for their Uber home.

“So, uh, is now a good time to tell you I have something for you hidden in the back of my tea drawer?”

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this is the song they dance to btw! i have never seen love actually but i wanted to use a song from the soundtrack and i think this one is pretty sweet. buck absolutely asked maddie to put this on their little party playlist for him when they planned this.

[nmyphomania]

╰┈➤ ❝ [Kinktober Day 17: Wax play]

Summary: It’s a different night, but it’s oddly enjoyable.

Warning(s): F! Reader, wax play, handjob (f. receiving), praise, fluffy?

WC: 0.4k+

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With every drop lies within its meaning, a testament to which you trusted that your safety is ensured in his care. It was difficult to ease yourself to keep from flinching at the sting pinching your skin each time the wax fell amidst the surface of your body. In between your breasts, down your back, on your butt, everywhere. The occasional words of affirmations kept your mind at bay, he wouldn't say much, he’d make a mistake If he were to hurt you, the question of would he ever forgive himself would haunt the man’s mind.

You sighed, eyelashes batting during the longevity of your breath infused moan, pain dulled out into pits of pleasure over the surface of your body. The wax hardened along your skin, a distressing sensation of stickiness and overall aversion, yet it all sent exhilaration running through your veins. Through the moment, Zuko’s fingers slid between your lips, soothing the throbbing slit of flesh tourturously slow.

You felt so velvety against his fingertips, indulging wholly into the heady doses of your core being rubbed down gently. He bent forward to plant open mouthed kisses trailing down your spine methodically. Testing a lot of your sensitive nerves to see what would make you come undone under his attentions, it was more so intimate than any other night for just a long, dirty fuck.

This was wildly different.

Zuko is no doubt a drastically intense individual and most matters in his life, he craved for something to challenge it. His favorite outlet for emotions happened to be you. Yes you were nearly the complete opposite of him, but you could read him like an open book.

“I wish you could know how gorgeous you look like this.” That hushed voice rung in one ear and practically spilled out the other, and nearly vicariously, your head craned backwards to rest on his shoulder. ‘I love you’ roused on the tip of your tongue and all in yet, they resisted to fall carelessly from those pretty lips. The pair now strung open, with a proceeding loud moan letting you finally crumble down into bits and pieces atop silk sheets miserably.

Drenched in sweat, your own discharge, and off-putting wax, you alas felt a great contraction in your innermost stomach that allowed the knots of your pitiful orgasm unravel fiercely. You drawed out a groan of frustration, shoving your face deeply into the pillows lying before you. Zuko smiled at your exaggerated display of impatience, victoriously slapping your slick pussy playfully, “Seems like I molded you into preferring it rough, huh?”

“You have no idea Zuko.”

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[mapleleavesart]

Rainy Mornings

For @fishsticksloser 's 2.5k dtiys! Congrats! I decided last minute to participate. Figured I could at least write something small, since my drawing brain has too much chaos it wants to work on and my arm is still limited on how much it can do in a day. So! Quick little under 500 word thing. Hopefully its too your liking!

Rain pounded. It hammered against the ground, slammed into windows, cascaded the streets, splashed innocent passerbys, and echoed in the underground station Donnie called home.

His room was warm. His head rested against something soft. It moved with the ebb and flow of something breathing.

Donnie blinked awake and found himself looking at the most beautiful face he’d ever seen.

“Good morning, darling,” a soft voice comes to him. So sweet, so loving, so… perfect. So his.

“Morning,” Donnie rasped, his voice husky from sleep. He stretched his arms out, flexing his fingers with a yawn. He relaxes, melting back into the arms of his lover with a sense of peace.  He nuzzled his nose against their neck. “You make every morning brighter, m’love,” he said, running his knuckles over his lover’s soft cheeks. 

Perfection started to move, trying to get out from under him. He whined, clinging tight to their body. They settled back down. Thin fingers began massaging his temples, easing the tension built up from too long spent thinking, working, building, brainstorming, and overall staying up too long. He let out a content sigh.

“So, I take it I’m stuck here?” His Love teased. He started to chur from the delightful massage.

“Stuck?” Donnie mumbled. “No, no, my dear – you’re exactly where you need to be,” he opened one eye, smirking mischievously, “with the most brilliant, extraordinary turtle in all New York.”

The light of his life hummed. “Yet here I was going to provide a tasty breakfast for my little genius.” Gentle fingers caressed his cheeks. “But it seems I have been reduced to a glorified pillow.”

Donnie widened his eyes in mock offense. He made his face pout, feigning indignation. “‘Glorified pillow?’” He repeated, filling his voice with his usual exaggeration. “The audacity!” He chuckled, his facade breaking near immediately. He just couldn’t be serious with his lover. Not like this!

“You provide so much more than just a comfy pillow,” he admitted, softening with sincerity. “You are my rock, my support, my light in the dark, and my source of endless love and comfort. There is nothing more I could ask of you, my love. And,” he paused for dramatic effect, “while I appreciate your offer to provide for me, all I require right now is your presence. Having you here is enough.” He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his lover’s lips. His heart overflowed with something soft and gushy, yet rooted in strength and love.

His Light tilted their head up and kissed the tip of his snout. “I love you,” their feather-soft voice tells him.

“I love you too, my dear.”

His lover’s hand moves, gentle fingers running under his chin, nails scratching the soft middle between his mandible. He churred, melting into the warm touch, and closed his eyes in happy bliss. Oh, how he loved chin scritches.

“You always know how to make me feel good.”

[hyper-fixates]

The Spaces Between Walls

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x AFAB!reader (no pronouns/gendered language).

Explicit content (18+)

Word count: 2.1k

Tags/warnings: (unprotected) shower sex, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, teasing/edging, explicit language, creampie, pussy play (let me know if anything was missed!).

Summary: (In)correct use of a shower. That’s it. It’s only shower sex. No plot.

Notes: yes this trope has been done to death and no i do not care. writing is not always that serious :) happy s3!

Din gives a hard suck to your clit, making your thighs jerk against his head unwillingly. 

He keeps a firm grip on the underside of the thigh that rests over his shoulder as he kneels on the hard flooring of the ‘fresher, keeping you tight against the slick durasteel that encases you.

You press your hand firmly against the wall on your left, failing at saving you from shaking too much. The other gently tugs and combs through Din’s wet, overgrown hair in appreciation.

He lets his tongue glide over your cunt a few times, from your hole to the tip of your clit. The steam from the hot water slightly obscures his gaze, but he finds your own as he purposefully closes his soft lips around your swollen clit again.

“Please. Please, please, please,” you chant in a whisper, gladly allowing your aching cunt be massaged by his warm mouth and firm tongue.

Water droplets bounce off his shoulders and mix with the spit that coats your pussy. He kneads the flesh of the underside of your thigh a few times to calm you, feeling how your hole flutters against the tip of his tongue as he teasingly prods at you.

“Ah, f-fuck. Fuck,” you gasp, head snapping forward as he forcefully rolls his tongue flat over you, using his unoccupied hand to spread your lips further apart. 

And he buries his mouth into you. His nose bumps your clit as he teases your entrance a few times, tasting your wetness eagerly.

The inconsistent stimulation makes your stomach and thighs tense on their own accord, and you harshly pull on a few locks of his hair, making him grunt and detach from your needy cunt. 

Your cheeks burn, and you can’t tell if it’s from the steam engulfing you or your arousal at this point. 

Your thighs gently quiver from the loss, and Din looks over your pussy for longer than you’d like him to. He watches a string of your slick and his spit drip down slowly from your core, and his cock pulses at the sight. Another rush of blood flowing to the already leaking and flushed tip you can see bobbing between his legs.

He’s teased you with many fleeting licks and kisses, and now you’re desperate for some unyielding relief. Anything.

You let your eyes fall shut as you rest your head back against the hard steel, trying to manage your breaths that are becoming increasingly more shaky the longer he drags this out.

“Din, please—it hurts,” you whine with some exaggeration, hoping he’ll show some mercy when you give your best pleading eyes.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he purrs against you, making one last firm pass of his tongue between your folds. His eyes hold their contact with yours, and you become lightheaded when he lets the tip firmly flick your clit.

“Oh—fuck o-off,” you chuckle, mindlessly wiping sweat, or water, from your brow. He smiles softly, placing a gentle kiss to your puffy clit before carefully moving your leg off of his shoulder.

There’s just barely enough room for both of you in here, but his grip stays on you, though, making sure you can hold yourself as he lifts himself from the ground with a huff.

You tilt your head to try and meet his sudden height. “You’re so mean,” you sigh, scrunching your brows, hoping to make him feel just a little bad for denying you.

He smirks half-heartedly. “Yeah?” A quick finger slips through your wet folds, and you stretch onto your toes at the satisfying pressure with a surprised squeak. 

“Well, you’re wet,” he taunts, dark eyes watching how you try to squirm out of his teasing hold, but there’s no where to go. 

The closeness of him makes the air even thicker around you. Drops of water fall from strands of his hair that hang off his forehead, and they come down onto your chest; plunging down to where you run hotter than what flows from the shower-head.

His finger just barely breaches your entrance, but it’s enough to make you latch onto his forearm tightly to brace yourself. He leans over, letting his head hang next to yours, and his mouth stops right beside your ear.

“I wish I could have you like this every time,” he admits quietly, pushing his finger in the rest of the way with ease.

Your back curves with a choked gasp to accommodate the intrusion, and your drenched chest meets his. He brings his other arm around your back, placing his hand on the middle of your spine to keep you against him as he leans you both back onto the wall.

You let your hands travel from his arm and up to his shoulders to make room for his wide presence.

“Y-you can,” you stutter out as he presses his thumb to your clit.

He lightly presses a small kiss underneath your ear, leisurely pulling his finger halfway out as he firmly starts rubbing his thumb over you in random motions. 

“You should,” you state firmly with a tight whine. Your cunt hugs onto the single finger for dear life, hopefully showing him how badly you need his cock instead. 

The stretch is nothing compared to what you’re used to, but it’s still able to satisfy the steady throb in your core for the time being. 

Din suddenly drags his tongue down your neck, humming with satisfaction from your answer, and your hips buck against his hand when he rubs against the responsive spot inside you.

He chuckles darkly, kissing back up your neck and pulling away from you. “Found it.”   

His cock slides up against your stomach and rests in-between your bodies as you arch into him again, pulling your lip between your teeth with a groan. “Mm, m-more—please,” you nod your head. 

Your heavy eyes find his focussed ones just as he pushes the finger deep into you again, rubbing hard circles into your clit simultaneously with an entertained smirk. 

His heavy length lies against your stomach as you keep your lower half close to him, trying to get as much stimulation as you can without grinding onto his hand pathetically.

Small whimpers tumble from your lips each time his hand retreats and returns it fully into your wet heat just as fast. You might not have much time left with the warm layer of steam that swirls around your bodies, or the sporadic shower of feverish water over you. You need things to move along faster.

Din’s eyes flicker between your own and his tolerant fingers continuously, letting the jerky yet precise movements pull more moans and arousal from you.

Your thighs ache viciously from the need for release, jaw hanging open to pull in more air, compensating for the tiring of your contracting muscles.

“The water will get cold s-soon,” you pant, gripping onto his shoulder cruelly, your fingers biting into his firm shoulders.

It was a poor attempt to ask for his cock, essentially. But your effort doesn’t go unnoticed. Yet you decide to push him even further by hitching one knee over his hip, letting him have better access to your dripping centre as you open yourself up. 

A small laugh rumbles through his chest, and he slows his wrist when your leg settles around him.

“Then I guess we better hurry,” he prompts, letting his mouth find yours quickly as he pulls his finger from you.

He drags that hand to the underside of the thigh that tries to pull him closer, and the other leaves your back for a moment, moving his cock from your stomach and letting it slide down through your folds, perfectly hitting your clit on its journey as it presses against your hole.

Din’s mouth distracts you as he adjusts himself, and he never falters his movements. His controlling lips slot between yours forcefully, slipping his tongue past your teeth at the same time he enters you easily.

You cry out against his mouth as he pushes his hips up into you mercilessly. His stubble rubs against your lips slightly when he reaches his end; his height now uneven with your own as he makes your cunt swallow the entirety of his cock.

“Fuck—that’s not gonna work,” Din thinks out loud, offering a lingering kiss to your jaw before running the hand on your back down behind your other thigh. 

He leans down just enough to be able to kiss his way back up your chest as he hooks your leg and hoists you up, letting your ankles lock behind his back.

You bounce deeper onto his cock as he brings you up, and you both gasp sharply at the unfamiliar angle. Your weight makes you sit fully on him, and it’s almost too much. Almost. 

He keeps his chest pinned against yours and your back pinned against the wall as he straightens again, almost leaning his full weight into you. This eases the strain on his shoulders and arms, because you know that in a few minutes, he won’t be able to manage with that.

“Yeah—that’s better,” you breath, your cunt burning from the quick stretch as you wiggle your hips to ease it.

Din hums, eyes closing for a split second at the relieving sensation before he claims your mouth again. You welcome it, stray drops of water mixing in when you part to readjust.

He starts thrusting softly when he feels your body relax into the wall, and he consumes your startled moans with his lips and tongue.

Holding you in place, Din rolls his hips into yours at an even pace, letting you feel every ridge and curve his cock possesses. 

You whine continuously deep in your throat, feeling overwhelmed by him. His hands kneading your ass harshly, his lips sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, his cock piercing your throbbing core.

You break away unintentionally when he changes the pace, now snapping his hips roughly into you, and the euphoria that washes throughout you makes your forehead fall against Din’s shoulder.

He lets out a soft groan at the shift, burying his face in your neck and biting into the skin at the base before sucking gently. 

“Feel so fucking g-good,” he murmurs, licking over the new mark and collecting tiny water droplets that have landed across your skin from above.

You whimper in response, cunt clenching as another wave of pleasure rips through your core and down your thighs. The warmth of his body is dizzying, and he presses you tighter against the steel with each precise and deft thrust. 

Your body aches with a desperation that grows stronger with each second that passes, and Din fucks himself deeper into your dripping pussy when he feels your legs hug him tighter.

His shoulders start to quiver. A sign that he’s close, too.

The heavy breaths he exhales fall into earshot, and you hear the short, tight whines that quietly follow each time he fully sheathes himself in your heat. 

“Din—baby—” You plead, pulling away from his shoulder and pulling his face from your neck.

You nudge your forehead against his, letting him rest against you as he slowly loses himself within your burning, wet cunt.

His eyes are clamped shut, brows drawn together as he focuses on the mounting pleasure. You cup his jaw gently, pulling his lips to yours in one final, messy kiss.  

Your tongue glides over his confidently, tracing his bottom lip when you pull back and seal your mouth against his.

The fire in your core has reached its peak, and your cunt pulses uncontrollably as his rhythm becomes uneven.

“I’m close— fuck, I’m close, sweetheart,” he hisses against your lips, breath stuttering with a moan when you clench around him again.

“Cum inside me. Please,” you rush, crying out a string of curses as your body tenses.

You slip a hand down between your bodies, rubbing your clit harshly to give you that final push over the edge. 

“Oh, fuck. Din—l” You cum before you can put together a coherent sentence.

A shudder racks your body as an airy wheeze is ripped from your lungs, tightening everything up and making you go numb. You feel Din snap his hips violently a few more times before he pushes into you with everything has, stilling with a broken groan.

“Mm, perfect.” You feel him kiss your jaw tenderly, nuzzling his face into yours as your ears slowly stop ringing.

Your legs relax around him, and he carefully let’s you down onto your feet. His cock slips out of you easily as it softens, his cum dripping from you immediately when you touch the ground again.

You pull in heavy breaths, leaning into the wall for support. He gives you some space, letting his body slip completely under the stream of water as he rinses himself again.

“It’s cold,” he observes with a tight-lipped smile, letting the frigid water cover him anyway.

You laugh lightly, pushing yourself from the wall. You shake your head and move closer. “And you haven’t even washed your hair yet."

[ladylooch]

A Year Ago- [Timo x Emma]

A/N: To celebrate a year ago and making a perfect lil bundle of joy!

Word Count: 1.1k

Emma can remember every single detail of a year ago tonight. 

The jealous monster in her chest.

The sadness of Timo really seeming like he was done with her.

The stroke of his fingers on her bare shoulders as he slid those cheap wings off her body. 

The high of giving into each other again, then the way it felt so different afterwards, wrapped up in him.

A year ago her wouldn’t believe where she is now.

Living in New Jersey full-time.

Taking care of the three month old her and Timo made that night.

How much she loves it. How much she misses Timo right now as he flies home to her from Western Canada.

Even as she loses the willpower to stay awake until he gets home.

But she doesn't have to miss him anymore because he's there with her in her dreams.

Reality and sleep shift together when Timo gets home. In her dream, he strokes her arm up to her cheek and softly whispers her name. His touch lights her on fire and she lunges at him, sucking his tongue into her mouth and wrapping herself around him as much as she can. Timo chuckles in the dream, sounding loud enough that Emma flinches. Then he disappears, replaced by a dark room that looks like her bedroom. 

“Mmm.” She mutters as she feels backs of fingers stroke her cheek. This time, she knows they're real when her husband's wedding ring cools her red skin.

“Em, I have to have you. Please wake up.” Timo murmurs. He rolls her onto her back, giving her gentle smooches, nudging his nose along her neck to try and convince her to open up to him. She lazily throws an arm around his neck, holding him to her body as he kisses down her chest. “Hurry, before Lee wakes up.” He begs her. 

Emma’s eyes open, they’re melted pools of chocolate as they take in her desperate husband. She can’t help but smirk, then grab his tie to pull him back to her mouth. Her kisses are languid, exaggerated, making him ache for her until his hand moves from her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. He nudges them apart, pulling her panties to the side so he can stroke her bare flesh.

Emma murmurs her approval to him, continuing to kiss him, then moans into his mouth when he circles her clit just right.

“That. More.” She demands. 

Timo obliges, never one to tell Emma no. The rough pads of his fingers create a sinful friction as the coil inside of her tightens. His nose strokes along hers, breath colliding together against wet lips. Timo dips his fingers towards her wetness, gathering it on the tips of them then rolling her clit faster until she comes. After, he kisses her down from her high, sighing at how good she looks undone because of him.

“You are gorgeous. I’m so lucky.” 

“I’m so lucky. I love you.” Emma says back to him. 

Together, they work each other’s clothes off. Emma’s pajamas fall to the end of the bed. Timo’s game day attire hits the floor. They both agree to ignore the bassinet holding a sleeping baby.

Timo strokes himself through her slick folds. Emma reaches between them, grabbing his shaft and putting his head against her entrance. Then Timo plunges in, not willing to deny either of them any longer. 

Mutual groans sigh through the bedroom. 

Timo’s hips aren’t tired from the game earlier. They’re fueled by the explicit moans dropping from his wife below. Maybe on another night, Timo would roll her into every which position, but not this night. Tonight, they’ll have each other like they did a year ago. 

Emma’s head drops forward to Timo’s shoulder, making everything tighter. She begs for more and praises him when he hits every part of her just right. His lips kiss any part of her they can reach. They’re both sweltering hot under the comforter, but weirdly comforted by the heat. It’s as hot as it can be on a November night. Similar to a year ago.

Slowly, Timo’s pumps build until slapping skin explodes through the room. His hips slam into her, thighs bouncing off her ass as he takes her completely.

“Baby.” She sighs to him, fingernails denting the skin on his huge shoulders. “Yes.” 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect.” He compliments her, chasing her lips back to his.

They stay that way. Timo fucking her deep. Kissing each other until a white light blinds Emma’s closed eyelids as she comes. 

“Oh!” She exclaims with heavy breath, comping her lip immediately to try to be quieter. Her heels press into his ass to keep him deep inside of her, begging for him to fill her up. White ropes paint her inner walls as Timo groans. He brings himself to his knees, rutting into her a bit longer, until neither of them can stand it, then he pulls out, flopping against her clit. He strokes a bead of cum along her slit with his cock, then sits back, sighing contently.

“I love you, baby. Come here.” He demands, shifting onto his side next to her after crawling out from between her legs. Emma wiggles her way across the comforter, getting lost in the scent of him and them, nestled in the crook of his neck. His hand comes to her ass, holding it softly in his hand. Timo's lips find her hair, kissing along the parted brown strands.

“How has it been a year?” She asks him.

“I don’t know.” He answers between kisses on her head. "Hell of one though."

“I’m happy, T. Are you?”

“Of course, Em. Thrilled. Estatic. Over the moon about you and me and Lee forever.” He assures her. Emma smiles. She already knew that, but it’s still nice to hear from him.

A few shuddering breaths come from the bassinet beside Emma. Both Timo and Emma hold their own breath. The shudders turn to cries causing Emma to pull away from Timo.

“Oh no.” Timo shakes his head, sitting up in bed. “I’ll get him, babe.”

Timo rounds the bed, grabbing his underwear and pulling it back on. He tosses Emma her pajamas, then collects their son from his bassinet. 

“Hi buddy.” Timo murmurs, kissing his nose then across both of his cheeks. “You’re okay. Mama and daddy are here.”

Emma can’t help it. She tears up.

No, this life a year ago would have scared the shit out of her.

Thank God she isn’t that person anymore.

Read more Timo and Emma here.

[thesmokingguns]

The Exorcist w/ Izzy Stradlin

MINORS DNI 18+

Izzy spits into my pussy, two of his long fingers pushing into my already soaked entrance as I bite the back of my hand, pushing his head down under the leather jacket he threw over my lap as a makeshift blanket so no one can see the way he's feasting on me.

I’m spread open, my legs over his shoulder, my ass at the edge of the fake velvet movie theater seating as The Exorcist plays for the midnight showing.

The local theater does a lead up to Halloween, playing all the classic horror movies for midnight showings and we've been going to all of them.

Tonight, after a late dinner, Izzy walked us into the back row, his mouth on mine as we made out more than watched the movie. Until he had said fuck it, looking around at the mostly empty theater, dropping to his knees in front of me so that he can taste me.

I was already dripping for him before he even lowered his lips to the swollen bud of my clitoris. My body vibrating with the need for him that couldn’t be contained.

“Fuck.” his curse word is dirty and delicious and the way he swears with pleasure as he eats me out makes me heat up all over. The way he wants me drives me so crazy. He wants me without caring how it looks. He doesn’t care who sees how the love we share consumes him like a drug.

I’m his favorite addiction and he won’t be kicking the habit of me anytime soon.

“Fuck me with your tongue.” His fingers curl upward, tapping like he knows morse code as my knees strangle his neck.

What a hell of a way to kill him. Would it be from suffocation from my legs or accidental drowning on my wet pussy?

I should know better than to tell him what to do but I can’t help myself.

“Izzy.” He pulls away, the wet sounds that his fingers are making as his other hand comes up to his lips in a silent hush sound. Apparently you can’t be loud when your boyfriend goes down on you in a theater.

Guess that's something you oughta know or whatever Alanis Morisette said.

His fingers slide out of me, pushing small circles around my clit as his tongue drags wet strokes over my slit, teasing my entrance as I think about how I’m rocking against his face, the chair under me squeaking like it’s going to break from the way I’m pushing it. At least I’ll have a soft landing on his face.

The tip of his tongue prods me as his hand slides around  my thighs before he pulls me forward, more on his face than the chair now.

“IZZY!” I scream his name as his tongue slips fully inside me, two fingers moving up and down on my clit. My orgasm overtaking any sense that I might have had.

I’m chasing my pleasure as his fingers that had been rubbing my clit are shoved into my mouth as a makeshift gag. The salty musk of my own body fills my senses as I moan around the digits. Izzy still tongue fucking me as Linda Blair throws up what looks like pea soup on camera.

The leather jacket falls to the ground and I grip Izzy’s hair. I can cum again. The feeling of a second orgasm is right there and Izzy is chasing that high with me.

I moan loudly, mouth loosening around his fingers as his eyes shoot up to catch sight of my hooded lust filled gaze downward. He wants to taste me cumming again. I can see the way he is waiting or it.

My back arches off the chair and I’m cumming again, spasming as he presses a hand against my stomach and holding me like I’m the one having an exorcism performed.

Izzy wipes his mouth as he slides into his seat, picking up a piece of popcorn and pushing the wet fingers and salty food in his mouth with an exaggerated moan as I try to remember how to breathe.

“Delicious.” I look next  to me, the way he gives me a smirk like he didn’t just try to suck the soul out of me through my pussy has me shaking  my head.

Reaching for my hand he presses it to the front of his black jeans, letting me rub up and down against the erection that is straining in his pants.

He’s so fucking hard for me, wants me so much that there is a wet spot from where his precum has been leaking out as he went down on me.

I should drop to my knees and go down on him in the theater but I’m greedy.

My hand pulls down his zipper, stroking his hard cock lazily as he watches the way my hand goes up and down, thumb rubbing over the wet head sucking on the salty precum that I collected before I’m sliding on his lap. My back is flush with his front as I lower myself onto his cock.

Izzy’s hand is on my hip, holding me as I seat myself against him, filling myself with his hard length, rolling my hips to get a tighter fit.

Leaning forward, my hands are on the seat in front of me, bracing myself as I rise and fall, riding him as the movie plays. Izzy watched me instead of what we paid to see, seeing where we we’re connected. Watching the way my hungry pussy creams against his cock , making a mess and sounds that people can definitely hear as I ride him.

“Naughty girl.” He grips my hair, hand snaking around my stomach as he tops me from the bottom, pushing himself in me as he rides me, just holding me along for the ride, “I can feel your greedy cunt trying to cum again. You want me to drain my balls in this tight little cunt, don’t you pretty darling?” I nod, overly sensitive from the two orgasms he’s already delivered to me. “Ask nicely and I’ll fill you with my cum, darling.” His breath is warm against my ear.

Fuck.

I don’t even know how to make my mouth move or how to form words but I need to please him more than anything. All I want is to make him happy.

“Please, Izzy. I want your cum.” His hand slaps my pussy, the sound lewd and loud as I buck. The hot wave of my orgasm washing over me.

“Good girl, darling. SO fucking hot squeezing around me.” His breath comes out in puffs as he groans out, fucking me on the squeaking chair until his cum is filling e, his cock throbbing inside of me as he fills me with hot swirls of his seed.

The sound he makes as he breathes in my air, trying to catch his breath after having fucked me makes me shiver.

“Need to get you home, pretty darling. I need more of you.” He helps me stand up as my legs trembled, “I’m going to have you holding on to me for dear life when we get home. Let you scratch my backup as you try to get a grip. But you’ll be my good little fuck doll, won’t you darling?” he kisses my temple as he zips his pants up, picking up the popcorn and grabbing my hand, leading us towards the exit.

I’ll be the best fuck doll for him.

My cheeks burn as we take what feels like the walk of shame through the theater but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.