#if you match length i swear to god i will cry

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i think adrian would get hard just from cuddling with you

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș!

❤︎ ₊ ˙ ⊹ 900+ words of . . . nsfw/smut, alucard x fem!reader ( black coded! ) established relationship, spooning, unprotected sex, creampie, minors shoo!

the simplest of affections are enough to rile up the poor man. what can he say? he’s a devoted lover! when you’re underneath the silken sheets of alucard’s grand bed, with him spooning you from behind, his arms wrapped around your middle as your body heat radiates off of him, he can’t help but grow . . . excited. he doesn’t think he could react any other way, being this close and intimate with a beautiful woman he loves.

adrian’s lean hips shift a little against your backside, and it isn’t long until you notice the his stirring cock prodding at you, settled between your clothed asscheeks. you can feel the subtle, steady pulse of his underside through your flimsy nightgown. you hum knowingly, feeling your own arousal grow, and he meekly apologizes with a deep, airy whisper to your ear. you welcome it, though; reaching behind you to slink your arm between your bodies, all to grab hold of him through his pyjamas.

adrian’s breath catches in his throat, holding back a rising groan, and you turn over a little to send him a sweet smile, one that embarrassingly makes his cock jump. god, he always reacts to every little thing you do; you just seem to have that effect on him. your fingers curl around the length of him, tugging down and swirling back up with a pace that makes his hips buck into the warmth of your soft palm. there’s a glint in your eye as you work him, one that shows him you want this— want him.

you steadily jerk his throbbing cock, and his grasp on your hips only grows tighter with every stroke. slippery precum spurts out from his mauve-pink tip and dribbles down, wetting your fingers as they massage his shaft. adrian doesn’t think he can take this for much longer— at this rate, he’ll end up orgasming from your hand alone. alucard pants into the crook of your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin there. his moans have a delicious rasp to it, and the shameless sound makes you throb.

“wanna put you inside,” is your soft confession, and who is he to deny you? the thought of being enveloped by your warm, tight cunt is enough to make his mouth water. he flits out his tongue to swipe over his fangs, releasing a shaky breath.

“of course, my love,” adrian gives in, flipping up the hem of your silk-white nightdress. his large palm encompasses the fat of your ass, kneading and squeezing before he goes to hold his cock at the base, lining up with your quivering hole. he starts slow when pressing it in, your wet entrance kissing his sensitive cockhead. adrian sinks in deeper, and he swears he could cum solely off of hearing you whine out his name so sweetly.

alucard kisses the delicate skin of your neck, his hand lifting up your side to cup your left breast and graze over your pebbled nipples. he starts making good work of you; fucking into you from behind, sucking love marks onto the delicate canvas of your flesh. he’s panting into your neck, and the feeling of his cock driving into you with such an undoing pace has you moaning out, rutting your ass back into him as a feeble attempt to match his thrusts. the momentum of his pistoning hips soon grows restless, almost overpowering.

resounding smacks of his pelvis to your backside begin to fill the room and echo off the walls. it’s almost as loud as both your sounds combined; his shuddering breaths and your broken mewls. his quickened pounding makes your back arch further, ass jutting out and rippling against his plunging hips. he slinks his hand forward, swiping the pads of his fingers against your needy clit, pressing tight circles into the puffy nub. “a—adrian!” you cry out, trying to pivot your face around to kiss him.

you’re then blessed with the sight of your beautiful husband. there’s beading sweat built up at his hairline, stray blonde hairs that have fallen into his face, the seductive flutter of his lashes, a scatter of blush that’s overtaken his cheeks, and his pale-pink lips that are trapped underneath his sharp gleaming teeth before your mouth desperately collides with his.

you moan into his mouth, and adrian takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, his thin blonde brows drawn downwards when he feels you clench around him. he pulses in return, swapping spit and suckling at your lower lip, swallowing up all the pretty sounds that pour from you. you feel yourself toppling over the edge, and it isn’t long until you’re creaming all over his cock. you let go with a silent gasp and your eyes screwed shut. he fucks you through it and lovingly coos into your ear, staring into your face when you convulse around him; your plush, agape lips, the cute furrow of your brows, and he glances a bit lower to ogle the delicious curve of your spine down to your butt.

a few more pumps and adrian finds himself unraveling. a raspy moan is what marks his climax, lowly whines falling from him when he cums. his tight grasp around your waist is still there, though it loosens with the dazed sensation that comes tug an orgasm. you bask in the feeling of his warm cum spurting into your womb, filling you up nicely. you pout once he slips out of you, a stream of cum spilling down your puffy cunt.

alucard frees out a deep sigh; one of content. again, you tip your head back to kiss him, a calmer one this time. he returns your affections with gentle pecks, mumbles “i love you’s” onto the soft pillow of your lips, caressing the curving plane of your hips. he’s sure that you both know he couldn’t possibly get enough of you.

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Aim for the Sky Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley never imagined he'd get to have even one all encompassing love of his life, let alone two. But he could barely put Rose down for more than a minute, already wrapped around her tiny fingers. He couldn't wait to take both of you home.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, swearing, DILF Roo

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Exhaustion washed over you like a wave as soon as your daughter was born. The pain started to subside only to be replaced by a bone deep desire to close your eyes and not open them again for a very long time. You were sweaty and damp everywhere, and your head felt fuzzy. But as soon as you heard your daughter start to cry, it felt like a jolt of adrenaline hit your nerves.

The sound of Rose wailing made you smile even as tears streaked down your cheeks, and Dr. Morris said, "Congratulations. A perfect little girl. Time of birth, 1:02 a.m. on March twenty-second." She was officially here.

Your husband's smile matched your own as he whispered, "That's our perfect little girl, Sweetheart."

"It's Rosie," you sobbed, and Bradley kissed your lips while you tried to catch your breath. The nurses were weighing and measuring Rose, and you wanted to hold her, but your arms felt so heavy, you weren't sure you would be able to. But you were just in awe of her. "We have a daughter."

"A Nugget," Bradley replied with a nod, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. Rose was naked and crying, and your husband had the softest look you'd ever seen on his face. His excitement to become a father made your entire pregnancy easier, because you didn't feel alone. He'd been worshipping your body and writing in the notebook for months, promising you he was ready for this. And now, as the nurse approached both of you with your daughter, it was his time to get exactly what he wanted.

"You hold her first, Daddy," you whispered, and he was instantly reaching out to take her. She looked perfect in his arms.

"Oh my god. Look at her," he gasped as she tried to snuggle against him.

"She really is perfect," you whispered, and he nodded as he watched her yawn with a big smile on his face.

"Rose Carole Bradshaw," he said, voice deep with emotion as he carefully placed her in your arms. "We already love you so much."

You gasped as the weight of your child pressed against you, and Bradley ran his fingers along her fuzzy hair as one of the nurses started to untie your gown and open it. "Try some skin to skin contact with the baby," she said softly, wiping Rose clean as she curled up against your bare chest.

Your hand came to rest on her back, and you weren't even surprised to find your vision was blurry again. "She's so small," you marveled as she puckered her lips and rubbed her face against you. When you met Bradley's gaze, he was still kneeling next to the bed with the sappiest, lovesick smile on his face.

"She looks like you," he whispered, tracing her tiny shoulder with his index finger. "God, she's so cute."

You looked up at the nurse, realizing you were going to be leaving the hospital in the next day or two, at which point you and Bradley would be completely on your own. Your nipples were leaking like crazy at the moment as Rose let out a soft cry. "Is she hungry? How do I know if she's hungry? Am I supposed to just like put her on my boob?"

Bradley grunted in response, his finger trailing up Rose's arm. He probably thought he was in for a treat hours ago when your water broke, but now he was cracking his back and trying to stand, wincing as he stretched. Luckily the nurse had mercy on you and helped you get Rose into position while Bradley leaned on the bed next to you.

"If she's hungry, she might latch right on. If she doesn't seem to be getting the hang of it, you can talk to a lactation specialist in a few hours."

But you didn't think that would be an issue. Your daughter seemed hungry and also seemed to know what she needed to do in order to be fed. "Oh!" you gasped at the feel of her. It was foreign but not unpleasant, and really nothing you'd ever seen before was as adorable as your own baby. Her little fingers were curled into a fist which was resting on your chest as she ate.

When the nurse walked away, Bradley leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry," he murmured, running his nose along your cheek, "if you've got any issues, I'm actually something of a lactation specialist myself." You couldn't help but laugh as he let his hand come to rest on top of yours where you were holding Rose in place. "You did this, Sweetheart," he whispered, clearly already entranced by his daughter. "You made my life better than my wildest dreams."

You wanted to argue and tell him that you did it together, but Rose seemed to be getting tired which was making you tired. Her tiny yawn was too cute for words, and now her nose was pressed into the side of your boob as she made herself comfortable.

"Close your eyes," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "I'll watch over both of you. I won't go anywhere."

Within minutes, you fell asleep in the hospital bed, mostly naked with your daughter occasionally wriggling against your chest and your husband's hand in yours.

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"You're something else," Bradley murmured with a chuckle. You dozed off and on for the rest of the night while he held Rose, handing her over each time she got fussy, looking for something to fill her belly. "But you're just so damn cute."

"Don't swear in front of the baby," you murmured as you curled up on your side, watching him. "I don't want her to have all of your bad habits."

As if you couldn't teach a class on Creative Cursing, especially considering the things you said when you were in labor. Bradley kissed Rose's tiny fist and said, "Mommy doesn't know what she's talking about about. I don't have any bad habits."

"Okay," you said a bit sarcastically. "Then what would you consider a potty mouth? And snacking all day long?"

Bradley laughed. "Well, she has the snacking thing down already. Can't keep her away from your tits for more than an hour or two." He kissed her soft skin again. "Just like your old man."

She yawned and curled up, wrapping her fingers in his bit of chest hair. He'd taken his undershirt off, wanting to try the skin to skin thing for himself, and that's when he realized just how relaxing it was. This must have been why you fell asleep so easily earlier with Rose on your chest. She was like a heating pad. Or a little blanket that smelled sweet.

"Has she been in her bassinet at all?" you asked. 

Bradley looked at the metal cart on wheels with the bassinet on top of it and shook his head. The thing looked cold and uncomfortable, nothing like the crib waiting for her at home. But he smiled when he read the card that had been placed in the side of it. 

Rose Carole Bradshaw

Born: March 22nd, 01:02

Length: 19 inches

Weight: 6 pounds, 14 ounces

"No, I've been holding her. Why would I put her down?"

You and Rose yawned in unison. "So you can change out of your flight suit and get some rest."

The fabric was rough, but the sleeves were tucked out of the way; he wouldn't make his perfect little girl touch anything that wasn't soft. "I'm fine," he promised, his boot squeaking on the floor as he adjusted his foot. He carefully stood with Rose held firmly against his chest and murmured, "You didn't even give Daddy a chance to get changed after work. You were too excited to stay put any longer."

"Work," you gasped, looking around the room. "Where's my phone? Did I leave it at home? I need to tell Bickel I won't be at work. Oh my god, I need to call my parents!"

"I took care of it," he replied softly, walking around and bobbing a little bit so she would stay asleep. "Bickel has been texted. Your parents have been, too. Jake and Nat and the others all know I'm the proudest dad in the world. I took a bunch of pictures on your phone, and now it's charging by the window. I've got this. Just relax."

That's when two of the younger, female nurses walked in again. The ones who seemed to gawk at him whenever he greeted them. Bradley nodded in their direction while he unplugged your phone with one hand and held Rose with the other.

"Just checking to see if you need anything," one of them said, eyes trailing down to where his flight suit was bunched up around his hips. At least the second nurse was attaching the blood pressure cuff to your arm as she stared at him. 

"My wife probably wants breakfast," he mused. "Do you have any little packets of hot sauce? I forgot to pack some in the overnight bags."

"I'll take care of it," the first nurse said, almost running from the room before she even asked what you wanted to eat. When they were both gone, you laughed at Bradley as you stretched and got out of bed. 

"They can't handle how hot you look," you told him, walking around carefully. You'd obviously be sore for a few days, and he didn't want you lifting a finger for a single damn thing. But as you made your way toward him with a smile on your face, his heart beat a little faster. 

"I can't handle how hot you look," he murmured, still bouncing slightly in place as Rose snoozed.

You glared at him. "I just delivered a baby like seven hours ago. I look gross. I smell disgusting."

"You're perfect."

He collected you against his side and watched as you leaned in close until your nose barely touched Rose's, and a smile found your lips. "How did we make something so cute?" you whispered, hand coming to rest on Bradley's bare abs. "I can't stop looking at her."

"Right? I mean, my god, Sweetheart... I'm never going to be able to put her down."

You rubbed his flat tummy and whispered, "Look, she's waking up. I want a turn," as you tried to reach for her. Rose immediately started crying, and Bradley laughed.

"Better get your tits ready. She's hungry."

Of course the nurse showed up just in time to hear that and see those beautiful tits as you settled on the small sofa with Rose. The baby calmed down again immediately when she realized you were going to feed her, and Bradley collected the enormous breakfast platter with a smile as the nurse stared at his bare chest.

"Thanks," he murmured when he saw the tiny bottles of hot sauce. "My wife loves hot sauce."

The nurse looked at you a bit wistfully as she turned to leave again, but you were completely absorbed with Rose. "She's adorable," you crooned. "Even her crying sounds kind of cute."

"I didn't want to say anything before," Bradley said, almost relieved, "but it's a very cute cry." 

He took a few enormous bites of the bacon, eggs and pancakes, realizing he was running on pure adrenaline and about to crash if he didn't get something in his stomach. Then he loaded up the fork with eggs dipped in hot sauce and carefully fed it to you, cupping his hand over Rose's head so he didn't make a mess while she enjoyed her own breakfast.

The bead of milk forming on your nipple was highly distracting, and Bradley grunted as he watched you feed her until she was full and drowsy again. He wanted to ask you if you'd let him taste you again when he got the three of you home, but your parents called while you were finishing your pancakes. When he switched the call over to facetime, both of your parents started crying.

"Rose! She's beautiful," your mom said, wiping at her eyes with a tissue.

"How's everyone doing?" your dad asked, leaning in closer to get a better look at their granddaughter asleep in a onesie in Bradley's arms.

You started to tell him that you were feeling pretty good when your mom cut you off. "When can we come out to San Diego? Tomorrow? Next week? I need to hold that little girl in person as soon as possible."

Bradley chuckled while you sighed. "Mom, just let us get settled at home with Tramp for a day or two, okay? And then we can decide?"

She nodded, but it didn't seem like she was listening as her head tilted to the side with a sigh. "She's just perfect, isn't she?"

"Just like my wife," Bradley remarked, and your mom swooned a little bit more.

You spent the next five minutes trying to get them to end the call before you promised to send dozens of photos throughout the day, but it wasn't until Dr. Morris arrived that they actually agreed to go.

"You gave us a bit of a scare with your blood pressure," your doctor remarked, checking it one more time for herself. While she did so, she looked at Bradley and said, "You can send the baby down to the nursery for a bit if you need a break."

He stared at her and snuggled Rose a little tighter. "No, I'm fine." He couldn't fathom that anyone would want to put their newborn in one of those bassinets and send them to the nursery. He could sit here with her all day.

"How is my blood pressure now?" you asked as Bradley kissed the top of Rose's head over and over again while she slept.

"Much better," she promised, and Bradley let out the breath he wasn't really aware he had been holding. "I'll probably send you home tomorrow morning, but I'll leave some information with you now that you can start reading." She turned toward Bradley as she handed you a folder and added, "The nurses in the nursery are there specifically so you can get some rest. And they know how to wrap the babies up in their receiving blankets like tiny burritos."

"Really?" Bradley asked, suddenly intrigued. "Could they teach me how to do the burrito wrap?"

"I'm certain they could," she said with a smile before leaving.

"Do not put hot sauce on our child," you said, tossing your hospital gown aside and standing there naked. It was strange to see your belly this way as he held the child in question. You were somewhere between your normal state and your fully pregnant state, and it was just something he would have to get used to seeing. "I'm going to take a shower."

Bradley reached for your hand, and you let him have it. "I'm going to turn our child into a burrito."

"Please put a shirt on first. It's really too much, Roo." You smirked before ducking into the bathroom. 

Very, extremely begrudgingly, Bradley set Rose down in the uncomfortable looking bassinet for the very first time while he dug around in his overnight bag for a shirt. Then he carefully rolled her to the nursery where one of the nurses wrapped Rose up into a very soft pink and blue blanket. It was striped and reminded him of the Nugget notebook, and she looked snug and sleepy in it.

"Can you make sure I do it right?" he asked the nurse. "I want to impress the hell out of my wife."

She smiled and carefully unwrapped the baby so he could try. Rose stretched her fist up toward the light and smiled when he ran his fingers along her cheek. "She's your first?" the nurse asked him while he got to work.

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. He paused before adding, "She was born less than twelve hours ago, but it feels like she's been around since I first learned about her. Been getting excited since July." He tucked the end of the blanket in and patted her. "Looks just like a burrito."

The nurse laughed. "It's called a swaddle, and you're very good at it. Do you want to leave her in the nursery for a little while so you can get some rest?"

Bradley looked around at his surroundings. The room was cozy and clean, but he shook his head as he picked Rose up again. "Nah. I just can't seem to put her down for more than a minute or two," he replied, kissing her nose before she yawned again.

"You'll be a good dad."

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You lounged around in the hospital room in the robe you got from Nat, feeding Rose whenever she started to cry for you. Bradley was never too far away, opting to hold her as much as possible. As afternoon turned into evening, he eyed you up and down and said, "Do you want to put on some real clothes from your overnight bag?"

"Why?" Then there was a soft knock at the door, and you sat up in the bed. "I thought we said we'd wait until we got home to have visitors?"

"Well, this one wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied with a bit of an eye roll. He had Rose pressed against his chest with one big hand, and he opened the door to reveal Nat holding an enormous bouquet of colorful roses.

"Oh my god," she gasped, tossing the flowers onto the foot of the bed as soon as she saw the baby. "She's really here. You're really parents!"

Bradley held up his palm and said, "Go wash your germy hands," as soon as his best friend reached for the baby.

"Roo," you scolded with a smile. "Ask her nicely. She's Rosie's godmother."

Nat's dark eyes went wide and then welled up with tears as she ran into the bathroom. Bradley leaned down to give you a kiss. "Thanks," he murmured.

"I wanted it to be her, too," you insisted. "I mean, look how excited she is."

Nat ran back out of the bathroom, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and then plopped down on the couch. "Please?" she asked, making grabby hands at Bradley and Rose.

After he handed her over, your husband finally took the time to take off his boots, and he went into the bathroom to replace his flight suit with a pair of gym shorts. Then he climbed into the bed with you and murmured, "I'll just rest for a few minutes while Nat's holding her."

His heavy hand rested on the tie of your robe as you whispered, "I think that's a great idea." Three seconds later, he was snoring softly. He'd been awake for thirty-six hours, and he was the only one who seemed unable to admit that he was exhausted. But he was as entranced by your newborn as you were, and you didn't want to tell him he should put her down and rest when he was having the time of his life. 

You ran your fingers through his messy hair as Nat cooed softly at Rose. "You are adorable," she said before looking up at you. "Seriously, she's so cute."

"Bradley hasn't set her down for more than twenty minutes since she was born, and even then it was just so I could feed her or have a chance to hold her myself."

"Sounds like you got your dad wrapped around your tiny fingers already."

"She really does," you replied softly, tracing the scars on Bradley's cheek while he slept. You didn't rush Nat out of the room, and she didn't seem to want to leave. When Rose started fussing, she handed her over to you so you could feed her, and Bradley continued to snore. Once her belly was full, Nat walked her around until she burped, and soon she was yawning again.

"Should I just set her in the bassinet so everyone can sleep for a bit?" Nat whispered.

"Please."

She put her down as carefully as you would have yourself, then she rolled the cart over until it was right next to the bed. "Call me if you need anything once you get home. Groceries, someone to walk Tramp, a break from the baby, anything."

"Thanks, Nat," you said over Bradley's snores.

"I take godmothering very seriously."

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"I still can't believe you tricked me into sleeping all night."

"You were exhausted, Bradley."

"But I missed out on hours with the Nugget."

"But now she's about to go for her first ride in the Bronco. This is even more exciting."

Bradley was still pouting a bit as he drove the three of you home in his vintage Bronco the next morning, going about fifteen miles per hour. He'd never driven this slowly before in his life that you knew of, and you were getting impatient in the backseat with Rosie. She had her fingers wrapped around your thumb while you read through your discharge paperwork from Dr. Morris.

"This says we have to take Rose to the pediatrician within the next week. And there's a bunch of information on how we need to place her in her crib at bedtime. And we can't have sex for six weeks while I heal."

You were met with a few seconds of dead silence as you watched Bradley's face go pale in the rearview mirror. "Oh."

You pressed your lips together so you didn't snort. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Once more, silence. He cleared his throat. "Of course not." More silence. "But you can't seriously think that medical professionals expect me to live with you and not want to fuck you? Like, that's not accurate."

You laughed as Rose stared back at you from her car seat. "It's not like I'm going to leave you hanging, Roo." But you honestly didn't know how you were expected to get your husband going when your body looked like it had been weirdly deflated. And when you were this tired. And when you had to take care of your baby without the help of a full staff of nurses. 

Bradley coasted carefully into the driveway and parked next to the red Bronco. In an instant, he had the back door open and was helping you down. He kissed you hard on the lips. "You never leave me hanging. Ever. But I'm not concerned about that right now." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his lips ended up teasing your ear as he said, "Let's get Rosie inside. I've been dreaming about showing her around her nursery for months."

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We have a Rosie. We have a DILF. We have a MILF. We have a godmother. We just need a godfather. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 17

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Save a Cow

Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: Steven finds a badge in a charity shop.

A/N: I, erm... so I wrote this.

Warnings: oral (m! receiving), some dirty talk, swearing, pre-existing relationship with reader, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 833

Steven had chuckled when he’d seen it. The pin badge in the little tray by the cashier's desk, it was one of many. Most were Happy Birthday badges, a couple with cartoon animals on them. But this one was the only that stood out. 

‘Save a cow, eat a vegan’, with a little cartoon bovine. 

The badges were 50p. He’d picked it up and put it on top of his main purchase - a book on prehistoric cultures around the world that he’d been trying to find for ages and despite usually selling for upwards of £50 online, this charity shop had only put £2.50 on it. It didn’t even look like it had been opened.

“That’s £3, all together.” 

Steven gave him a tenner and put the rest of the change in the donation pot.

He’d pined it on his shirt before he put the book in his bag, and continued about his day. 

In all honesty, he’d practically forgotten about it and the fact that he was wearing it had slipped his mind. 

It was only later on that evening, when you pointed it out as he walked in the door and was in the middle of taking off his shoes, that he remembered. 

“Oh!” He giggled, giving the edge of it a flick and grinning. “Made me laugh, didn’t it? Only 50p too! I also found-”

“Okay.” You said simply, dropping to your knees. 

Steven frowned, so completely bewildered for a second that he didn’t even catch the wicked gleam to your eyes. 

“Love? What are you-” he swallowed harshly, practically choking on his words as you ran your right hand up his inner thigh, while you palmed his dick with your left. 

You look up at him with a fake innocence. “I’m doing what the badge says? Saving a cow?” 

“Ohhh,” he let out a little shuddered breath as you undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them hang low on his hips. His cock twitched, already half hard as his blood rushed downwards and heartbeat increased. 

You nuzzle him through his boxers, mouthing at his balls until a shaky groan slips from between his parted lips. 

“Love,” he shivers, fighting the maddening urge to buck his hips and push himself closer, to grab your shoulders and force you against him. 

You slowly hook your fingers under his waistband and pull them down his thighs. The second the head of his cock is free you lap at the tip eagerly, small firm strokes that has his stomach muscles twitching under the strain. 

Heat pools and twists in his belly, burning deep as you lightly suck his head into your warm, wet mouth. 

He lets out a groan, breathless and needy as his cock hardens quickly. You stroke his balls with your free hand as you suck him deeper, greedily taking more and more and Steven squirms, unable to hold himself back a second longer. 

“Love, fuck,” he pulls on your shoulders, grabbing at the back of your neck as he shallowly thrusts, encouraging you to match his frantic movements. “God, that’s good, that’s really good,” part of his brain isn’t working, can’t even register what he’s saying as nonsense falls out of his mouth. 

“You’re gonna have to suck harder, you know?” He shivers, bucking his hips and pushing his thick length to the back of your throat, “if you want to save a cow, gonna have to take it all, take all of me, let me come down your pretty throat,” he hisses as you whine, as you try and struggle to swallow around him. 

Your jaw aches, knees sting a little from the hard wooden floor, but Steven’s sounds are driving you insane, making you dizzyingly lightheaded with every cry and groan. 

You keep bobbing your head, salvia on your chin, keeping up with and surpassing his manic pace. You want all of him, every single part. And with each push he sinks a fraction deeper, inches closer to finally filling you completely. 

“Oh fuck,” he whines loud, his voice rising in pitch as the pressure in his stomach tightens to an impossible peak. “I’m, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna, love, ‘m sorry, please, can I-”

You suck hard, giving his balls a light squeeze and Steven all but screams. 

His hips buck twice, his fingers digging into your shoulders as he shoots hot, thick cum down your throat in a fevered rush. 

You swallow eagerly, moaning around him and holding his outer thighs to keep him steady as aftershocks roll through him.

He breathes deeply, swallowing air and you slowly take your mouth off him with a gentle pop. 

Steven sighs, his eyes glued to your lips as he traces the line of salvia on your chin with his thumb. “So good to me love,” he whispers.

You giggle and shake your head, suddenly feeling a little bashful. 

He grins, “but it’s my turn now,” he strokes your chin, “save a cow, eat a pussy?” 

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PAIRING: Jisung x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, sexual language

Minors do not interact

ੈ✩‧₊˚ I want…ੈ✩‧₊˚

Y/N smiled down at Jisung, meeting his gaze as she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, feeling the heat and wetness between her fingers.

His breath hitched and his eyes closed tightly, his head tilted back against the bed. She loved the way he looked when he was lost in pleasure like this. "You like that?" she asked softly.

"God yes," he groaned, arching into her touch. "More, please."

Grinning, Y/N leaned forward and licked a hot stripe from his Adam's apple to the base of his earlobe. "Tell me what you want, baby," she purred, ceasing her ministrations on his cock for just a moment to tease him further.

His eyes snapped open, his pupils blown with desire. "I want... I want you," he panted. "I want to feel your heat around me, your tightness squeezing me." His hands gripped the sheets tighter as he tried to hold himself back from bucking his hips against her hand.

"Mmm, that sounds so good," Y/N purred, resuming her strokes with a firmer grip. "But I don't know... how do I know you can handle me?"

Jisung gave her a desperate look, his body trembling with need. "I can, I swear. Just... just let me prove it."

Y/N bit her lower lip suggestively as she continued stroking him in long, firm motions. "Prove it? How?" she asked coyly. She loved teasing him this way, drawing out the anticipation until neither of them could stand it any longer.

"I'll do anything," he groaned. "I'll make you come as many times as you want, just let me be inside you."

"Ah, so greedy," she teased, releasing him with a wet pop. "Alright, since you asked so nicely..."

Y/N straddled Jisung's hips, her swollen core aching to feel him fill her up. He watched her intently, his breathing ragged and eyes feverish with desire.

Slowly, she guided his hard length to her entrance, teasing both of them by circling the head against her slick folds. "You sure you can handle me?" she asked in a sultry voice, reveling in the power she held over him in this moment.

"Yes, God yes," he growled, trying to restrain himself from taking her right then and there. "Please, Y/N. I need you."

With a wicked grin, she eased herself down onto him inch by delicious inch. Jisung's eyes rolled back in his head as she engulfed him, her walls clenching around him like a tight, wet fist.

"Oh fuck," he moaned,his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good."

"Mmm, I know," she purred, rocking her hips in a delicious rhythm. "You're so big inside me, Jisung. Filling me up perfectly."

He groaned, her words only fueling the fire within him. His hips bucked upward as he thrust into her, matching her pace.

Sweat trickled down their foreheads as the room filled with their moans and the wet sounds of their skin.

"You're so responsive, baby," Y/N cooed, her nails digging into his chest. "I love it when you lose control for me."

"God, Y/N," he panted. "I'm so close... I'm gonna…"

"Yes," she moaned, grinding her hips harder against his. "Give it to me, Jisung. I want to feel you so deep inside me."

Jisung's control snapped, and with a primal roar, he thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her contracting walls. His release triggered her own, and Y/N arched her back, crying out in the throes of orgasm.

As their breathing slowed, they slumped against each other, still joined together as their heartbeats returned to normal. Jisung nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her scent as they both tried to catch their breaths.

"I love you," he whispered into her skin.

Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around him tighter. "I love you too, you idiot," she said with a content sigh.

Minors do not interact

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Can I request scratching Peter quills back during sex and leaving a bunch of marks 🤭 Thank you so much have a great day :3

hii!! sorry this took longer than I planned, been ill the last week so haven’t been able to write, but on the plus side, I got REALLY into writing this🤭 maybe too much. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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Peter Quill x fem!reader

wc || 888

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (implied oral at start (f receiving) mention of a stomach bulge, lots and lots of dirty talk, praise, p in v) minors dni

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"You ready, hm?" Peter hazily questions between your thighs, looking up at you as he swipes your cum from the corner of his lips, rubbing your juices on the back of his hand. "Ready for me now, baby?" he asks, kissing a slow trail up your stomach.

You hum, fervidly nodding as your fingers eagerly knead into his swole shoulders, urging him back up to you. 

"Yeah?" he coos, watching the desperation in your eyes. His head hangs low, looking down at you with a patronising glimmer as he cups your jaw. "Tell me you want me? Go on, honey. Tell me with that pretty little mouth of yours," he whispers against your lips, lightly nibbling on the bottom one.

"I want you," you rasp, your words muffled against him. Your tone was pathetic, utterly pathetic— just desperate and needy, and Peter loved it. He loved the effect he had on you. How he could get you to say anything he wanted in times like this, get you to do anything he wants. 

"Aw," he coos once more, bruising your lips with a harsh kiss. "I know, honey," he cockily grins, sitting up and kneeling between your thighs.

He wraps his rough palm around the base of his cock, rolling over his hardened length as his eyes dart over the beauty of your body below him. Gazing over your stiffened nipples, goosebumped tummy, eager eyes, everything— staring over you like he was mesmerised. 

His hands hook around your waist, dragging you along the mattress so you're almost touching, so close. He slides his leaking, swollen head through your folds, pushing his tip past your lips to collect your arousal around his head. He coats himself in your flavour, using you as lube. 

He slowly guides his cock in, poking his tip into your pretty pussy, gingerly sinking into your warmth. "Fuck—“ he groans, cutting himself off with a harsh exhale. "You can take it, you can take it," he whispers, sliding further into you. "That's it— god, that's it... such a good girl, hm?" he praises, feeling his head press up to your cervix, bottoming out.

You melt over him with his praise, wrapped tightly around him, almost like you were hugging his dick.

"Aw, look at that," he says, his words hoarse as he rubs over the stomach bulge, teasing his head through your skin. "Takin' me so well," he grins, sliding his hands to your waist. He pulls you closer, just a bit closer, like he wanted— needed even more of you. "Yeah— yeah, that's it," he smirks, grazing his palm over your public bone, itching his thumb to your clit, thumbing over your nub at the speed that matched his steady thrusts. 

It all begins to feel like too much, it's like he knows all of the ways to get you off, and he's doing it all simultaneously, like he was purposely trying to consume you. Your urgent hands grip his forearms, holding him as if you were seeking comfort, like you need to feel him, tenderly touch him. 

"Please?" you mutter amongst a whimper, sliding your hands up and to his biceps, pulling him down to you. You didn't even know what you were pleading for or what you were asking. It was just all you could muster. His chest is flush with yours as he works into you. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, moaning half swears against his skin as you enwrap yourself around his body. Knees snuggled to his hips with your arms wrapped around his torso, your hands kneading into the back of his shoulders. "Fu—" you cry out against his chest, your teeth grazing his skin as your fingernails drag over his back, marking him. 

"God— fuck, honey, you feel so good," he rasps below your ear, sloppily kissing the skin. "Feel so good around me, baby— so fuckin' good," he murmurs, his words falling past his lips in a drunken haze as he continues to rut you in the way you both need, fucking you into the mattress. "I'm almost there— I'm right there, shit. You gotta cum first. I can't if you don't," he gushes, speaking with desperation as he works into you, his balls heavy as they slap against your ass. "Be a good girl and cum around my dick. You want to be a good girl for me, don't ya? Don't you? Yeah, that's it— god. Doing so good,"

Your nails dig into Quill's back, scratching and dragging, leaving a trail of pink markings over his skin as you reach your high, convulsing and clamping around him with your release. His face is pained as he holds himself off, bottom lip clamped with his teeth as he halts his release, waiting for you to finish yours.

His jaw is slack, and his breathing staggers as he drags his cock from you, rolling over his head as he spills his load over your lower stomach, twitching in his fist.

“God, fuck—" he groans, flopping beside you almost as if his body gave out. 

"Sorry about your back," you chuckle, breathing heavily. "Got carried away," you sigh, rolling over to rest on Peter's chest.

"Don't be... I liked it," he boyishly grins, kissing the crown of your head. "Liked it quite a lot."

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[futbol16]

Why Her?  • Alexia Putellas/ Misa Rodríguez

Part 1 Lost Chance

Word count: 2,1k

“Alexia! Alexia! Stop, Alexia!” Patri shouts after the captain rushing out of the changing room and the smack of her palms on the door echo throughout the room as Alexia slams it behind herself, forcing Patri to stay on the other side. An annoyed exhale leaves the young brunette’s nostrils as she drops her arms in defeat. 

“I swear to God…” she mumbles under her breath as she glances behind her, finding Mapi’s eyes which hold the same irritation as hers. 

Alexia is spiraling in her thoughts as she speedwalks the length of the corridor, taking corner after corner. It’s been three weeks since she’s caught you lip locking with the Real Madrid goalkeeper. Three weeks of crying in frustration, grief and regret. Three weeks of questioning herself. 

She picks her speed up, almost jogging now. 

Why did she not allow herself to believe what her friends were trying to tell her? 

She takes the first corner to the left as she exits the hallway of the Barca changing room. She doesn’t hear that same door open, the one she slammed shut mere moments ago. 

Why was age so important to her? After all, she and Jenni had an age gap, Ingrid and Mapi do as well. Not to mention Jana and Jill who have only recently discovered their love for each other. 

One turn to the right. This one is a short path that connects to the tunnel where Barca and Real Madrid walked out just two hours ago for another match against each other. 

Even Alba has been telling her to make a move. It’s concerning when your little sister is also trying to intervene. Why didn’t she open her eyes sooner?

 She glances to the left as she catches a glimpse of the field before quickly moving along and taking a right turn. Only one more turn left but the midfielder knows you’re close by because the smell of your perfume is wafting through the air. She almost bumps into the corner of the wall as she steps to the left and she spots your figure. 

“Y/N wait!” she calls out, effectively stopping you and she comes to a sudden halt in front of you as well. She’s almost panting but you decide not to question it, partly afraid that it would result in the same screaming she put you through three weeks ago. It’s still fresh on your mind, how could it not be? 

“Alexia” you greet although your tone is dull. Her heart clenches at the sound and it hits her again that you’re no longer close. You hadn’t called her Ale in weeks, it is only Alexia now. The sound of you clearing your throat brings her back to the present and she breathes in deeply. 

“I- erm…I just wanted to say that I regret what I did.” she nods as if patting herself on the back for voicing her thoughts. You give her no reaction however and her eyes wander over your form as she thinks about what to say, how to break the seemingly awkward silence. 

She takes in the Barca warm up shirt you’re wearing and she remembers seeing you give your jersey to a little girl after the match. Her lips twitch upwards as she remembers the girl crying in joy and how you let out a soft laugh, right next to her before you moved to hug the little girl.

 “I didn’t mean to act the way I did and you didn’t deserve any of it Y/N. I wish I could take it all back, really.”

You withhold from scoffing, instead you close your eyes momentarily as you huff out a breath. The brunette in front of you knows you’re not trying to be subtle, you’re just trying to hurt her less than any other person would in this situation. 

“You know what they say about wishful thinking.” you cross your arms over yourself in a defensive manner, signaling that you don’t want to be near her. Alexia furrows her eyebrows at your statement. “You should’ve thought about it before you walked all over me.” 

A month ago your eyes would have filled with tears if you would have been in this situation. Three weeks ago you would’ve been shaking with nerves, embarrassment and hurt just having to look at your captain. Now though, you weren’t going to let her act like what she did was nothing. Like you were just sensitive and took it to heart. 

Because you knew it wasn’t the truth. You heard it from the gasps of your teammates, seen it from the looks your best friends gave her and felt it from the hugs Misa had kept you in. And even from Alexia’s sister, Alba who had profusely apologized for her older sister’s behavior the day after. 

Alexia felt her own eyes water instead. 

“I’m sorry for what I said” it’s almost spoken in a whisper as she glances at the ground before moving her gaze back on you. 

“Okay” the shrug that follows makes her stare at you incredulously. Was that it? An okay? 

“Y/N, I said I’m sorry.” she blinks back the tears as if willing herself to see clearly, to see what your reaction would be, what you would say. 

“Yes, and I do not forgive you.” you lay it out in front of her simply, arms uncrossing themselves as you move a piece of hair behind your ear. “Sorry isn’t going to solve anything Alexia. You hurt me too much and I took it for too long. Only waiting for the day that maybe, just maybe you’d give me a chance to show you what you mean to me…We were friends, Alexia. Sure I had feelings for you, but first and foremost we were friends. You don’t treat a friend like that.” 

A single tear rolls down her face but you don’t move to wipe it away like you had done countless times before. You don’t pull her down to let her rest her head on your shoulder while you wrap your arms around her, keeping her in a tight embrace, keeping her safe. You don’t move an inch as you watch her fall apart, a pitiful look in your eyes as you sniffle as well. You were stronger than letting her see your vulnerable side again. 

Alexia bites the inside of her cheek harshly as she stands there helplessly and realization dawns on her. Realization of just how much she has lost. 

She’s lost one of her closest friends. The one who got her through interviews, the one who made her feel comfortable when others couldn’t and praised her for her every move, a welcomed reassurance that she hadn’t lost the Alexia she was before her ACL tear.

 No, instead she’s lost you, one of the most important people in her life. 

“Why her?” it isn’t a question she’s thought of. But at this moment she is trying everything to get another chance from you. “Why a Real Madrid player?” 

A disbelieving laugh escapes your mouth as you take in what she just said and you scratch your forehead as a disappointed smile makes its way onto your face. It’s Alexia’s turn to stare now and she lightly throws her head back to glance at the ceiling, wondering what to do now.

“I didn’t think this could get any more ridiculous.” 

It’s as if the scene from three weeks ago is replaying as you hear the patterning of someone's feet on the floor of the hallway. Except this time it’s not Alexia who enters the scene. 

Your eyes find Misa’s, the goalkeeper squirting water into her mouth from the water bottle she accidentally left on the pitch after the game ended. Alexia’s eyebrows furrow once again as she eyes the keeper and then her eyes widen slightly, realizing that the two of you were standing in the hallway of the Real Madrid players’ changing room. Also realizing that anyone who had stayed behind had heard the whole conversation.

“I just didn’t think you’d let a Madrid player into your heart.” it’s obvious she’s trying to make a jab at Misa who rolls her eyes lazily at the woman’s behavior. 

“It did just get more ridiculous.” you give the blaugrana player in front of you a pointed look, now almost embarrassed for her and the way she’s been handling the situation. 

“I heard Los Blancos aren’t only players on the field.” Alexia turns back to you, the hatred towards Misa still burning in her eyes but it melts away as she looks at you. You just wish you would have felt that stare on you before, not only now that she’s losing you. 

“This is getting pathetic Alexia, leave her alone.” Misa steps closer though still keeping a safe distance knowing that you most likely wanted to handle this on your own. You appreciated that from her. 

“Y/N don’t look at her, look at me.” she begs lightly and you glance between Alexia and your girlfriend.

 Your captain thinks this is her last chance at something with you. The midfielder is almost certain that you’d still choose her over someone who has actually made an effort to show how much you mean to them. You almost let out another sarcastic laugh at that. 

“Y/N! Look at me!” a near shout as she aggressively gestures to herself. You do look at her. You look at her real hard and for the first time ever, you’re almost glad she never gave you a chance. No more of that though, not when she was still treating you like you were beneath her in whatever ranks she’s made up in her head. 

You’re about to open your mouth to bark something back when a hand lands on your captain’s shoulder, firmly but not too roughly pushing her away from you. Alexia’s eyes follow the hand until she finds Misa glaring down at her.

“I think you’ve done enough.” your body subconsciously relaxes at the sight of the Madrid goalkeeper and you smile as she slides her hand into yours. She blocks Alexia’s view of you, standing right in front of her. 

“Estas bien, hermosa?” she speaks gently, grinning when she notices the light blush spread over your cheeks at the way she called you. 

“Sí, claro” Misa’sother hand takes its place on your waist, completely ignoring Alexia’s presence as she brings you closer to her. She kisses you sweetly on the lips and then she presses another kiss to your cheek just for good measure and then she turns around to face your captain, her arm around your waist. 

“I don’t know why they call you La Reina” she pauses as if still in thought and Alexia rolls her eyes at Misa, defensively straightening up.

 “But you lost the greatest person you could ever ask for” her shoulders slouch forward at the truth of the keeper’s words, a regretful expression on her face. Misa doesn’t let her enjoy the silence for long.

 “Thanks to you though, I’ve got her now. And unlike you, I don’t plan on letting her go, ever.” 

A smirk is etched onto Misa’s face and this time she leaves Alexia on her own, instead looking down at you. Alexia is so lost in her thoughts, replaying everything that went down in the past 10 minutes that she doesn’t even hear Misa and yourself talk about your plans for tonight. She only looks up to see you kiss her plump lips and smile at her with a love filled look. 

Similarly to last time, she turns away from the two of you and walks away wiping her eyes. She barely even jumps as she comes face to face with Patri at the first corner she takes. 

Your best friend had heard the whole conversation. Alexia knows this which is why she isn’t surprised to see the younger brunette looking at her with a mix of disappointment and hostility. 

In her usual manner Patri clicks her tongue before she speaks and Alexia knows she will hear nothing but the truth from the younger midfielder. 

“You know, for how worried you were about the age gap, she sure as hell is acting more mature than you are.” 

“I know.” Patri is taken by surprise. This is the first time Alexia has admitted to being in the wrong. “And I shouldn’t have pushed her away or treated her the way I did. She didn’t deserve it.”

Patri nods, pushing herself off the wall to walk next to her captain. She doesn’t expect the next words that roll off Alexia’s tongue and she can’t help but stare at her in pity at the hearing though.

“And Mapi was right, I did like her back.”

[moraxsthrone]

itto x reader (fem)

wc:: 400+

warnings:: nsfw. mdni. face riding. overstim.

a/n:: huh. who knew arataki itto would push me out of my writing rut (for now at least). never would’ve guessed. it’s raining a fine lot of men, gods, and demons in the genshin fandom. a bitch will not go hungry in teyvat smh 😩😮‍💨 (reposted from @/kingdaddydaichi (mine))

you can barely make out the muffled sound of itto’s growls over your own mewls and whimpers as he eats your soul from your cunt. he takes deep breaths through his nose to keep from drowning in the mess of saliva and pussy juice that spills across his cheeks. the deep, guttural vibrations purring from his throat send you over the edge, gushing yet another coat of your creamy slick all over his face.

you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had since itto practically picked you up by your fleshy hips and sat you on his face. you doubt you even know how to count at all anymore as his black fingernails rake mindlessly over your shaky thighs. panting, you look down at the powerful oni, still slurping away with his magma-colored irises nearly overtaken by black, slitted pupils as he meets your gaze. he gives your clit a particularly hard tug between his lips, making you gasp between sobs. 

“i-itto…itto! baby, stop…s’too much!”

he lifts you away from his face just enough to lick his lips and speak. “c’mon, pretty girl,” he coos, his voice thick with lust. “your pussy tastes so, so good. mmm…wanna drink every last drop.” 

you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your swollen bud, making you jerk away from him but your reflexes are no match for his beastly strength. he grips your ass, yanking your abused cunt right up against his mouth again. 

“itto, please…” you cry, your poor, sensitive clit throbbing. it feels like he could breathe on it and make you cum again. 

“please give me one more, angel. one more then i’ll stuff ya full of my cock,” he promises, rutting his hips, his hard length aching and leaking a puddle of pre onto the ash-white strip of hair beneath his navel.

“n-no…can’t,” you whine, slumping forward, barely able to hold yourself up any longer. “i can’t, itto…”

“yeah, ya can.” you swear you see fire flicker in his eyes when he glides his tongue across his fangs. “hold onto my horns, baby,” he says, pulling your weight onto his face again.

[kingdaddydaichi]

itto x reader (fem)

wc:: 400+

warnings:: nsfw. mdni. face riding. overstim.

a/n:: huh. who knew arataki itto would push me out of my writing rut (for now at least). never would’ve guessed. i will be writing more haikyuu-related content when the inspiration strikes me, but it’s raining a fine lot of men, gods, and demons over in the genshin fandom. a bitch will not go hungry in teyvat smh 😩😮‍💨

you can barely make out the muffled sound of itto’s growls over your own mewls and whimpers as he eats your soul from your cunt. he takes deep breaths through his nose to keep from drowning in the mess of saliva and pussy juice that spills across his cheeks. the deep, guttural vibrations purring from his throat send you over the edge, gushing yet another coat of your creamy slick all over his face.

you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had since itto practically picked you up by your fleshy hips and sat you on his face. you doubt you even know how to count at all anymore as his black fingernails rake mindlessly over your shaky thighs. panting, you look down at the powerful oni, still slurping away with his magma-colored irises nearly overtaken by black, slitted pupils as he meets your gaze. he gives your clit a particularly hard tug between his lips, making you gasp between sobs. 

“i-itto…itto! baby, stop…s’too much!”

he lifts you away from his face just enough to lick his lips and speak. “c’mon, pretty girl,” he coos, his voice thick with lust. “your pussy tastes so, so good. mmm…wanna drink every last drop.” 

you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your swollen bud, making you jerk away from him but your reflexes are no match for his beastly strength. he grips your ass, yanking your abused cunt right up against his mouth again. 

“itto, please…” you cry, your poor, sensitive clit throbbing. it feels like he could breathe on it and make you cum again. 

“please give me one more, angel. one more then i’ll stuff ya full of my cock,” he promises, rutting his hips, his hard length aching and leaking a puddle of pre onto the ash-white strip of hair beneath his navel.

“n-no…can’t,” you whine, slumping forward, barely able to hold yourself up any longer. “i can’t, itto…”

“yeah, ya can.” you swear you see fire flicker in his eyes when he glides his tongue across his fangs. “hold onto my horns, baby,” he says, pulling your weight onto his face again.

[sstardustt3]

May I request BEN Drowned and Kagekao’s being bestie’s? Since both like to mess with people a lot. It’s surprisingly that people in Creepypasta fandom didn’t make them interact… I would like to see them meet. Kagekao is underrated by the way. :D

i literally don't know why I've never thought of doing this so thx u so much anon for requesting this :3

side note: sorry for doing this late I went on a trip of spring break and I didn't bring my computer so I couldn't do it until i got home

Tags: mentions of other creeps and hatsune miku and gumi (for…some reason) || reditor ass troll behavior || discord users || ben and kagekao are little shits and bullies ||

I’m just gonna say this: you know those discord fight night servers ? They’re both frequent participates and they win everytime.

Despite ben being a literal virus and having access to multiple different languages he sucks at japanese and whenever he talks to kage it’s like he’s speaking through google translate 

Kage knows this and constantly corrects him and makes fun of him for it and it pisses ben off so much 

What pissed him off even more was when he found out kage can speak and understand english perfectly fine (it was quiet literally like that one sound)

ben: “Y’know don’t think we ever got over that language barrier”

kagekao: “It’s not your fault.”

ben: “W-what the fuck you speak english?”

kagekao:“Of course i do.”

Safe to say  ben almost choked him out 

He also actually tried to tell the other creeps about that and no one believed him 

because kage REFUSES to speak english around everyone else

ben: “That shit stain speaks english im telling you.”

(insert creep i couldn't think of one): “No he doesn’t ben, your delusional.”

Kagekao: “Yeah ben, you’re being delusion.”

Ben: “SEE WHAT I MEAN.”

creep: “What are you talking about?”

kagekao: “そう、ベンのことを何言ってるの？”

ben: “I’m gonna get you one day I swear to god.”

One time they binged home alone and they just so happened to be left alone the same day because all the creeps just so happened to be out of the building so they rigged the entire building just like kevin (i’m probably gonna make this into a fanfiction)

Toby and jeff were the main victims of the traps 

Another prank  they did was that they asked cody to make seditaives and they put them in everyones food and drinks

Twitter warriors. They will (spesfically ben) will go to the most insane lengths when it comes to defending their faves and just pissing people off

Kage helps him come up with the most VILE insults and ben already has the most damaging insults so them together could probably make someone cry or bully a kpop stan into retirement

They think it’s funny to tell people to off themselves 

Average chronically online redditor users

Ben made the sonic.exe creepypasta game and kage helped with the text in the game

Ben is a hatsune miku stan and kage is a gumi stan

They have matching hello kitty pajamas

Kage is the only one who has seen the inside of ben’s room (unwillingly) and despite him having a whole ass room to himself they basically live togther

Kagekao has no sense of personal space when it comes to ben because he knows ben despises  being physically close to people (even though he is basically holographic unless he touches people) and he gets as close as humanly possible to piss him off until he gets hot and has to reboot

Kage constantly reminds ben that he’s taller and physically stronger than him

Overall? They’re made for each other, if they could care for other people romantically (which I think they’re both too much of self-centered assholes to do so) they would probably be married, actually they probably are for tax benefits.

- requests and reposts are deeply appreciated -

[nathanbatemanfucker]

hi bb, hope you're doing well ❤️

for those prompts, if you feel so inspired, might i request nathan + envelope? please and thank you 🙏😘💖

Skittish

about this: nathan bateman x reader. prompt: envelope. contents: a lot of swearing, angst w/ happy ending, love confessions, kissing. wc: 600ish. not beta’d.

There’s a thick, white envelope sat on top of your duffle bag. Insane, how much time you’ve spent holed up in this compound with Nathan, and still all your belongings left here could fit into such a small bag. Insane, but not unexpected. Not when even in your closest, sweetest moments part of him was still holding you at arm’s length. He watches you as you take it in, pick it up.

You tilt your head at him, holding it up. It’s heavy. Something in your stomach sours, though you hold out hope that it isn’t what you think it is. “What’s this?”

“Money. Lots of it. For all your troubles,” Nathan nearly sneers the last word, his eyes glued to where your fingers hold the envelope.

You blink at him, before frowning. You can feel your eyes burning, but you won’t cry. Not for this, not for his attempts at pushing you away.

“My troubles? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?”

You throw the envelope at the floor with force, the thud of it hitting the carpet sounding through the room. “I don’t want your money, Nathan. Fuck you for thinking that.”

He holds up his hands, rolling his eyes at you and your righteousness, “Yeah, fuck me. I’m the big bad wolf. I fuck up everything I touch— I get it. Just take the money and go.”

“I don’t want the fucking money. I never have.”

“Whatever.”

“And— and you don’t fuck up everything you touch. You fuck up everything you’re afraid of,” You say firmly, taking a step towards him.

Nathan’s gaze falters for a moment before it goes steely again. He takes a step towards you too, his voice low and full of venom. “Why the hell would I be afraid of you? You have nothing to hold over me. No one does, I’m untouchable.”

If this is the game he wants to play, then you’ll match his energy.

You close the small gap left between you, pointing at his chest— at his heart. “You’re afraid of me because I love you. I love you, even though you're a skittish, self absorbed fuckhead and you’re terrified to love me back.”

He scoffs, but he’s losing some of his fire. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. It is right. I’m right this time, not you. I don’t want to hear your snide remarks, or your fucking facts or anything you have to say for that matter unless it’s going to be the fucking truth. So what’s it gonna be Nathan, can you rise to the challenge or have you finally met a task that’s too much for you?”

“You think you’re gonna turn us saying I love you into an accomplishment?”

“You started it. Can you finish it?”

His eyes narrow for a handful of moments, but then he softens— like he does when you’re tucked in his arms while steeped in the bath. Softens like he does when he’s tucking you in. When he’s telling you how good you’re being for him.

“Fine. Fucking fine. Alright, for fucks sake, I love you. Are you happy?”

“I don’t know, Nathan— are you?”

“I…I think I could be. If you…if you ever forgive me,” He grits out, as if admitting his wrongdoings is causing him enough pain to pass out.

“I think forgiveness comes after a person says sorry, and if I’m correct— again, might I add— you haven’t said sorry.”

“You gonna spend the rest of your life’s busting my fucking balls, honey?”

“You think I’ll stay around that long?” You tease.

“Nathan reaches for you then, tickling mercilessly at your stomach until you’re breathless and begging for reprieve. He stops, but doesn’t give you a chance to take in much air because this his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a reverence that floors you. When he pulls away you’re dizzy, your eyes cloudy and full of love. God, he’s the luckiest fucking man on earth.

He smirks at how soft and wonderous you look. “Yeah, you’ll stick around.”

[saffronjades]

The Squeak

Most woods have a path - The most common walked ground among the unpredictable growth of nature. Rachel and Olivia were more adventurous than that. Why would they let a path tell them where to go? Had somebody told the trees where they could and could not grow? Absolutely not - Their souls strived to be as free as the world around them.

Exploring through lesser-walked parts of their local woods was a bit more challenging, of course. With nobody keeping the area well-maintained, branches scatter the floor, providing hazards anybody could succumb to. Moreover, the tree trunks were much more tightly packed together. A lot of squeezing, climbing, and finding new ways around were required. There were signs of previous visitors, too - A den here, a tire swing there... But overall, they loved the quiet that the path-less-travelled provided.

Another challenge became clear to Rachel the further she pressed on - A growing pressure in her stomach. Her treat of a breakfast burrito may not have been the wisest morning meal. Groans periodically emanated from her belly, thankfully not loud enough for Olivia to hear. As they came to a large fallen trunk and began to climb over it, Rachel had to clench harder to keep it all in.

She succeeded. At least, during the climb. As soon as her feet hit the floor on the other side, knowingly or not, her body relaxed just enough...

*Brrrt*

A high-pitch noise escaped her backside, piercing through the silence of the forest. Her heart dropped for a moment. It was very short, hardly even half-a-second in length. She instinctively began to clench again as soon as she felt the gas releasing, but she knew it was too little too late. Rachel pretended that everything was normal, whilst Olivia acted like she didn't hear anything to save her friend from embarrassment.

"So," Rachel began to speak loudly afterwards, as if trying to cover up a noise that has already occurred, "do you think that, um," - She wasn't quite sure where she was going with her sentence. Her mouth was moving faster than her mind could keep up.

Olivia, despite her best efforts, burst out laughing.

"What?" Rachel acted innocent, despite knowing that it was hardly worth it at this point.

"Sorry, it was just really funny," Olivia leaned against a tree as her laugh died down a little. She noticed Rachel's face turning bright red.

"Oh, Rachel, who gives a shit? It's fine!"

"It's embarrassing though!" she protested.

Olivia wanted her friend to be comfortable, so she offered solace the only way she knew how... "Wait, Rachel, do you hear that?"

Olivia's face scrunched up as she bent her knees slightly.

*Vlorp*

A low, strange, bassy sound came from her butt. It wasn't quite the sound either of them expected a fart to make - They both burst out in laughter.

"I'm gonna cry, that sounded like you shat yourself," Rachel felt the embarrassment seep away slightly, feeling in a much lighter mood.

"I swear I didn't," Olivia could hardly speak between the breaths that her laugh would allow her. It was the kind of laugh that's so intense it wasn't even making a sound.

Rachel's laugh followed suit - Completely soundless. The next audible noise from her body came from the opposite end.

*bbbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrttttttttttt*

A longer 5-second squeak, matching the pitch of her first short burst, escaped her clenches. The noise of it shook slightly with each convulsion of her body caused by her laugh. Through it all she just couldn't hold it in any longer. She physically felt the insides of her stomach seem to deflate, as the gas moved its way down. She had to admit to herself, she felt unbelievably relieved. The pressure leaking out of her felt incredible to finally rid.

"Stop, oh my God, I can hardly breathe," Olivia found her words as she wiped a tear from her eye.

A slight odour caught Rachel's attention, "Unless you want to breathe even less we should carry on before the smell rises."

The two carried on walking, taking a few minutes before their laughs became giggles, and their giggles became smiles.

Far from the scene of the crime, Rachel felt another bubble growing inside of her. It felt like it might be silent - Plus, feeling more comfortable with Olivia hearing her bodily functions, she didn't care so much about the potential sound this time. She slowed down her walking slightly to allow her core to push properly.

*ppppppppppttttttttttttt*

A much louder, higher-pitch fart escaped her. "Oops, I thought that'd be silent."

"Why are they so high pitch?" Olivia questioned with a smile,

"They're not usually," Rachel responded, "I think I have so much gas it's just coming out more forcefully, I guess?" The thought of this made Olivia laugh harder.

The bad side about taking the path less travelled? You never expect anybody else to be there.

"What was that squeak?"

A man's voice came from somewhere in the trees. They couldn't quite tell what direction.

"Maybe a bird? Check the bird guide, what species are around here?"

A woman's voice replied to him.

Like deer in headlights, Rachel and Olivia looked at each other, their faces frozen with their mouths open slightly. They knew *exactly* what the squeak was. Species: Rachel's Gas.

They stood like that for a moment - Just a moment.

Then they ran before the mystery couple could solve the puzzling sound's location. Their giggles echoed through the woods as they climbed, ducked, and jumped through the natural obstacles. Another fart slipped out during this daring escape, but thankfully for Rachel, it was silent. She was moving too fast to find out whether she had dropped a lingering smell throughout the unexpected get away.

Indeed, the path less travelled is always full of unexpected surprises.

[itsohh]

I'm going to chop of Ubisoft's dick I swear to god.

You know what? This isn't a terrible change. With the addition of Thorn, Lesion did feel a little meh. So it's nice to have another mechanical trap operator. These changes does kinda bring him back to more OG style but at the same time: lol echo treatment invisible get fucked.

I do love the super shorty as a secondary.

I mean this will make my friend really happy, she's always complaining about the inconsistencies of shotguns. Idk how I feel about the ads improvement. I feel like this is something I'm gonna have to experience in game to decide as it could make or break shotguns. (Ubisoft if you ever even THINK about touching the BOSG I will hurt you.)

Now for the shit I hate. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIIISSS CUNNNTTT??? Like bro if I'm the only one setting up then there's no way imma have time to do it??? Also revealing to the attackers??? Talk about a fucking nerf to mute and Solis. Like your better off leaving your drone at spawn now and picking it up to drone later on when u get close. Unlike your rushing there's no point. Being on to it and killing all drones in prep phase then having the object hidden used to be a strategic reward. I've had matches win because attacks didn't actually know where the objective was and vice versa.

Like I get this is a solution to a problem that they have created but FUCK OFF literally quick match was completely FINE. It's quick because it didn't go a maximum of NINE ROUNDS. This is such some BS babying level stuff. Like sure spawn peaks and run outs can be annoying but that's part of the game. You can counter them, like YES you should be checking every window! Your in fucking training for combat! If your invun for the beginning of the round what if your Kali and just long range snipe??? Like I can see this going wrong for plane.

I mean... Now that comp rank doesn't mean anything I can understand the changes with unranked cause no one plays it but also??? I want to play like quickplay the way it is now, if 'standard' is still the same length as comp then idk man that's gonna suck.

If standards legit just current quickplay then they really should have just been like 'unranks removed we now have baby mode'

Idk what maps have been removed but I swear to god if they touch my boys Tower and Plane I'm gonna cry. I know it's a controversial take by I love both of those two map as is. (And plane got a rework not too long ago) They can take stadium tho. Take it out back and put it down because it's the worst map in the game.

I'm just confused by those 'base changes' what does this apply to? Everything? Are they removing bans from the game???? Same with the overtime thing is this for all game modes, like comp and unranked or????

Idk what clearance level is?

I feel like Ubisoft is reworking the game so much like at this point.... Just make another game lmao. I guess then there's always the fear of the ow2 syndom so I understand but then r6s is a really old game. This sucks cause like I love the game I do (I know it's a bad game) but a the same time this doesn't make me excited to play the game. It feel like it's audience is being reduced, like I love hehe funny skin pizza mozzie gaming but those premap set up cookie cutter shit? I fucking hate that. I bet the roations aren't gonna be where I like it either.

Ive been playing a little bit of comp recently but I've always been a quick play player. I could forgive the recent operators being so...eh.

Like don't get me strong Solis is really strong pick but I hated the addition of her and Brava SO much. Solis isn't to bad but Brava? I hate her addition. On both attack and defence, like why would you ever pick twitch anymore? Twitch doesn't even have any like really good guns either. She has the marksman I guess but all her guns are meh.

Fenrir I feel like is just a glorified proximity mine 80% of the time. He's just kinda eh and meh. His ability doesn't activate fast enough to normally be a big threat and then the fact you don't get his codes back is lame.

Grim is a niche, he's not bad. I just feel like he isn't that fun to play? I think him getting stickies is cool but I still feel like people won't play him.

Sens is powerful AF in a 5 stack with good coms. But without coms? I feel like their good for like a couple of strats but they aren't very versatile and are a very situation operator.

Like these operators aren't bad but I feel like they don't really add to the game in a positive way. Perhaps it's just a personal preference but idk I don't find any of them fun. I'm not running to try play them. I don't feel like the game has gotten better with their additions. Just worse.

(I hate Brava (gameplay wise) so much. On both attacking and defending)

First thoughts on Ram was 'oh an operator that focus's on playing vertical that's good we don't have- wait yes we do, there's sledge'

After this shocking revelation she's a weird automated version of sledge idk how to feel about it. I don't think she's gonna be picked much after initial release. I think she's going on the bench with Senz.

I'm still gonna play the game but like R6S vs CoD on a fight to see who can kill their game the fastest.

I hate being that guy but I do miss the way the game used to be when I started, I miss the UI. I miss being able to pick your fire mode, I miss old house I miss old consulate. I miss not having to worry if my own claymores gonna kill me, I miss the sense of accomplishment in the game.

Like I started playing just before Oyrx was released (hate Oryx players btw because they always break above hatch and then attackers get the advantage when they take it) and the games lost so much charm? Im glad they are tying to get out that entire 'stadium eSports incorporated into lore' phase but I feel like Ubisoft has an idea for the games future and it's just not a place I like.

I mean sure the games dying and I think addressing the RNG with shotguns is a nice step (that being said I like the risk vs rewards with them tbh) but at the same time if they addressed the true biggest problem things could change

That right

TICK RATE BABY

UBISOFT INCREASE YOUR TICK RATE FOR THE GAME. FIX YOUR DOG SERVERS TOO.

If they just went and fixed all their shitty bugs, if they didn't make the game feel like it was on early access it would be sooo much nicer. Like ngl? CoD? Feels like it registers properly, it's poorly optimised and horribly unbalanced ptw ect ect but the fact it feels like I registers my shit? Breath of fresh air sometimes. R6S could have been soooo good if they just hardcore fixed all their bugs glitches, server issues and tick rate. Like I shouldn't be able to look do and slightly to the left and then melee through a shield.

Old man yells at a cloud but come on man, don't fuck with my quick play.

[doing-something-unholy]

oh, oh Father, your touches--they feel so good… [they try not to move too much as he touches them, their skin breaking out into goosebumps as his hands move over their body. while this isn't their first time, it had been so long since they did this with someone they felt such intensity with. maybe he was right when he conjectured that this was the Lord willing them to be vessels for His love and feel these things together. they don't remember it ever feeling so good (though their own experience is limited) and there has to be a reason for that. they get distracted by him touching their clit, gentle at first but still managing to make them twitch and pulse with deeper want. it's perfect with him right now, and as much as they don't want it to end, they know they must see this through. they do choose to indulge one more thing, though, leaning down and kissing him on the lips.] you've made me feel so good too, and you've been such a good boy for me. you can cum, Father, whenever you're ready. consecrate me, give me your Holy ecstasy… [they sit back up, pleasure coursing through them as they properly thrust up and down on his waiting cock, their own orgasm making them get wetter around his length almost immediately.]

Their kisses are sweet as honey and as intoxicating as altar wine. I can almost see a halo around them, feel the Holy Spirit that brought us to this moment.

I'm so close every muscle in my body feels tight, a spring coiled up inside me ready to snap. I'm trying to match their pace, rolling my hips up to meet them but it only takes a few thrusts before white-hot pleasure blinds me. I throw my head back with a wordless cry as my back arches off the bed again. I hope I'm not gripping their hips too hard as I grind into them, but I'm not fully in control of my body at the moment. I can feel myself pulsing inside them, filling them with Holiness. I swear my soul is on fire, baptized all over again in flames of God's love.

Time feels like it's moving in slow motion, frozen in that moment of pure Divine Ecstasy, but all too soon I'm coming down from the high. The aftershocks tingle through me, I'm still breathing heavily and pleasantly worn out. It's only then I notice my face is wet, I must have teared up from the release. I gently wipe one of the tear tracks away.

I don't know what to say, I can't think yet, just smiling up at them blissfully exhausted.

[roryjackson-archived]

who: teen detectives who are NOT boring @thewriter-noah​ what: sleuthing at orientation where: the club fair for one (1) hot second lmfao

CCU Orientation was overwhelming to say the least. Even though she was excited to meet new people, and looking forward to all of the craziness that would come with the start of college.... it was a lot. Especially for someone who’d spent the last seven years of her life (more or less) with the same group of people. Small talk usually didn’t bother Rory, she actually enjoyed it, but it was starting to grate on her nerves. Every time she talked to another freshman worrying about whether a professor would be tough, or if they’d make it to bid day, something ugly and acidic twisted in her stomach. A few days ago she’d been worrying about whether her friends would make it off campus alive- whether she would.

Since that night Rory had mostly avoided thinking about their horror scene at CCU, not wanting to associate her new college with the (fake?) Candy Girls’ reign of terror right off the bat. Thankfully, none of the orientation events were scheduled to be in the theater or the library, or by the school at all. None of them would have to force smiles and make friendly conversation at the scene where they’d all been made victims again. The wheels in her brain started turning. No one, would actually be in the library or the theater during orientation... They’d be completely empty. Half a plan clicked into place in her mind- more than enough for her eyes to start scanning the groups of people, trying to find one in particular. 

She spotted Noah across the park with surprising ease, and made her way through the crowd. When she was close enough she reached out and squeezed his elbow in greeting. “Hey,” her lips quirked up in a small smile even as she fidgeted with her hands. “I’ve got a maybe-crazy idea.” A quick glance didn’t reveal any obvious eavesdroppers, but Rory lowered her voice anyway. “Do you wanna come check out the library with me? Or the theater maybe? They should be empty, and I want to look-” for clues sounded too silly to even say out loud. She bit her lip. “To look around, I guess. Second pair of eyes?” 

[despairinthedeparturelounge]

Headpiece

Baby Legolas gets scared of his dad's new crown and goes to mommy (reader).

Warning: none. Fluffy fluff. And like this is so short so sorry..

Possible bad grammar cuz English's not my first language,

like & Comments are very much appreciated

There were still three weeks remaining from the midwinter festival and the king has already planned everything and ordered the mantles mainly designed for this event.

He wanted everything to be perfect, stricktly in place and in one word, faboulous. And you as the queen tried your best to keep things in high standards as he wished for and by that here you were standing in front of the full length mirror on a stool that has added a few inches to your height for obvious reasons which you still haven't figured out, you weren't unfamiliar with this ceremonies nor the way anyone in charge of even the smallest task in this event must be and the best of themselves, even your poor handmaid has walked the stairs to your chambers several times just this morning.

It has been hours, you could swear by that, hours spent of you standing still for the tailors to measure you, head to toe, and not to mention the fact that if you move there is always a needle somewhere waiting patiently to poke your skin.

"These are the two colours the king has picked out my queen, both are in rhyme and sort of match with his own."  Ingálvur said, Thranduil's personal tailor and a very respected elf among others. He was truly a blessing both him and his work.

He looked up holding two pieces of cloth one in indigo and one in deep maroon, both equally stunnishing on their own, you felt it difficult to decide the 'right' one, taking a deep breath you compared your fair skin with them to just have a vision on how each would look on you but that did not help, biting the skin on your lip Ingálvur caught your wandering eyes on the maroon piece making him smile in satisfaction, "maroon it is then" you smiled back nodding in agreement.

Right choice, you thought.

After couple of minutes your mind started to wonder how there's no sign of your child, he was too clingy to be away from you for this long, the suddon weight of guilt and gloom felt massive on your heart when the heavy doors of your chamber cracked open and a bawling silver hair ran inside visibly looking for you, hands brushing hard against his face as a poor attempt to wipe off his never ending tears, "nana.." your maiden quickly took your hand to help you down the stool when she saw the way you almost jumped to reach your crying son,

"Nana's here... come on, oh gods!" Your eyes soften when you saw his small face now wet with all the tears and the tip of his nose was red making him the most adorable thing you have laid eyes on, with all the crying and whimpering he barely could see which direction he was heading to, "what is it my little leaf?" you kneeled before him as you held both his tiny hands in yours preventing him from squishing and rubbing his swollen eyes more and he was quick to throw himself in your arms not caring how many strangers were in your room present right now.

He was holding a strand of your long hair in his hand like his life depend on it and if he let go he may get lost forever an old habit from as long as you can remember, catching his breath you brushed away the silver hair from his face and forehead for him to look at you more, "Ada.." you wiped off another tear with your thumb before standing up and rocking him in your arms, "you want ada?" He nodded yes, then no making you chuckle, "ada's scary nana, i- i want ada, my ada" you frowned a bit not understanding a single thing from this boy's mewling when one of the girls came into the room, looking absolutely relieved when he found the prince in your arms,

"Heavens," she let out a breath after bowing down to you, "my queen i am terribly sorry but the prince is incredibly fast!" You laughed making others in the room to let out a giggle, "what's the matter?" You said kissing your son's head as you kept caressing his back,

"The price walked into the king's chamber and i imagine he got scared of the kings new crown my queen."

The boy sniffed and look up at your face, "is that true? You're not really fond of ada's formalities are you?"

He shook his head as you walked slowly towards the doors, wanting to clear the air for both yourself and the little one in your arms, "nana no!"

"My son is not scared is he? The elven prince? Who's protecting nana then?" He nibbled at his fingers that were holding your hair.

"Let us go and find ada shall we?" At last he gave in, holding on to you so tightly you made your way to the hall wondering how gigantic of a crown or cloak it might be to scare him off like that, Thranduil probably didn't even notice the young boy running.

With a lazy knock on the door they opened it for you to walk in, the intense light made you shut your eyes for a few seconds after stepping in and let them adjust then to open it changing the arm you were holding you boy with you placed the free one on top of his head to avoid the sunlight reaching him, Thranduil on the other hand was surprised by your presents turned around to see you and finding Legolas curled up in your arms, he smiled softly somehow unable to take his eyes off of you, light shining on your hair and face make it ten times more heavenly making him fall once again, even more.

"See, it's ada, your very own." You mumbled to the little kid before kissing the palm he placed on your lips for more comfort, your husband looked at you confused before stepping forward, "he got scared of your crown, you had to see him then, face red and wet of tears!" You said smiling before pointing to his crown, mouthing and asking him to take it off, and so he did without a second thought.

"He's all fussy and grumpy now, gods may have mercy on us."

He stood next to you, taking his time to watch you talk as he brushed your hair away from your shoulder to leave a tiny kiss on your skin, Legolas on the other hand was still seeking for more attention holding the colar of your dress.

"My my, what was it little leaf? A monster?!"

He whispered the last part, walking to your back where Legolas's head was resting, or hiding.

Moving and making a little space between your hair with his finger, he finally found the scared boy, eyes still shut. "Or maybe a spider was it?" He ran his two fingers gently on your boy's back making him finally giggle from the tickling.

"Then where was your bow and arrow? Didn't my prince wants to save his ada?"

Pulling back from your hair he faced Thranduil and check him carefully, his blue orbits were moving so fast scanning his dad's face, not missing a spot. After making sure the man in front of his eyes is in fact his father he proceed to reach for his face and touched the man's nose with his index finger,

"Ada-" "yes! That's correct my green leaf! It's ada!"

He rested his free hand around your waist after carefully taking the boy out of your arms into his,

"Wanna show ada your new bow?" He nodded excitedly clapping his hands, "yes yes!" crawling out of his dad's arms to managed to run even faster towards the doors and stumble one or two times since his small feet reached the ground.

"Do you really believe the head piece is scary, my love?"

He looked at you while pulling you closer to himself, you formed a tiny space with your fingers and looked at him through the hole "maybe a tiny bit?" You laughed pressing your lips together before feeling his soft and warm ones on your temple, "i need another"

"Another what- Thranduil!!"

He smirked before cupping your face with his hand

"This one's yours but i want another to have equal share."

You laughed loud covering his eyes with your hand as you went on your tip toe to kiss his lips.

[chifuyusgangshirt]

Most important question: how would you rate the characters' hair? From your "you have been blessed by the hair god" to your "this is a crime scene"?

Oh boi, I've been waiting for an ask like this!

Here are my top 10 hairstyles that I will never forget

excluding Kazutora because no and Hanma because he looks like a friend of mine and if I start roasting his hair I can never stop

Egg-head draken: I know it was not his fault but he haunts my dreams.

Both Haitanis in Mitsuya's flashback: what. The. Actual. Fuck. They look like they couldn't decide on a wig to wear and just put a few (3) on top of each other. They thought layers but I say choose one hair length bitch. Fuck you.

Rindou's first hairstyle: He looks like he's 25, lives in his mothers garden house, has an unsuccessful start-up and works at a vape Shop. Hate it. Why would you do that to a 12 years old boy. Also what are these bangs? Are you sonic the hedgehog or what

Black Dragon timeline Inui: look Inui is beautiful. My boy. One true love. But the buzzcut was just not it. I wanna cry. His hair, HIS HAIR. WHERE??? His worst self in any way.

Past Takemichi: He could be a solid 7/10 if he would just stick with his natural hair color cause he has pretty, fluffy and curly hair but no, he had to match his horrible fashion taste with this piss colored abomination. I swear, I hate this color so much. You can sweet talk it however you want, from calling it sunflower yellow to buttercup but it's fucking unhealthy pee yellow and you know it.

Sanzu: I swear to god who decides to part his hair like that? This man has beautiful, long and hopefully healthy hair but honey, why. Your hair is not one big curtain you can shove behind your ear to let the sun in. WHY. 4/10 only because wearing your hair like that is an actual crime.

The little tiny bits of Wakasa we actually see: 10 points straight for his white, fluffy cloud hair, that was beautiful and he was beautiful and the world was beautiful but then he decided to turn himself into a zebra. Which wouldn't be so bad, if he wouldn't have choosen that fucked up color combination of dirty yellow and haitani only violet.

Mikey: a man who never disappoints. His natural hair is one of my favorite styles and the black hair looks so pretty on him- hell even white suits him. That man just has pretty hair. Sadly his future bowl cuts have a few angles where his forehead looks like a shooting target so 6/10 cause there are better hairstyles.

Shinichiro: simple. Beautiful. A Classic. Why did no one every try to go for a normal hair style like him? It's not like it would kill you.

Rindou would have been 9/10 with his current hairstyle but then I saw that he still has his fucking highlights and I decided he has no place in here anymore

Koko my beloved: He is the one and only who got nice hair in every and I mean in every timeline expect the bonten timeline and even there it's only because of the weird angle. The curls? Classic. The shaved stripes? Don't look like a zebra. The color? Keep it natural King. The Mohawk? Sexy. Whatever it is that his hair length is? Beautiful.