#it starts with the face shape. trying to place the cheek curve while knowing that it'll be covered by the nose and mustache anyway

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sitting around pondering those luigi brothers rn

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 7: Firsts

Kyle bought you lunch before your set time. To make sure you ate, he said. He still asked about five times if you felt like you ate enough or needed water even after sitting across from you while you downed a to-go container of pad se ew and your fourth ounce bottle.

You just laugh and point to a piece on your knee. “Babes I got this with nothing but a trenta iced coffee and two hours of sleep in my system. I’m fine, I promise.”

John made a baffled noise at that. Kyle looked like he was going to throw up. That look remained as he went through the process of setting up in John’s studio room. Kyle is meticulous about it. Each step done with care. You feel a bit silly sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

“Just breathe. It’s fine.” John murmurs in a low rumble that somehow has you relaxing more than the indented party.

“It’s almost more scary doing someone I know.” Kyle huffs.

You laugh. “Can’t be worse than the blown out piece of shit on my left arm. C’mon, I’ve seen what you can do. You’ve got this.”

John nods, sitting on the other side of you.

“Besides, even if it sucks I’ll still be honored to be your first real apprentice tattoo.” You pipe up.

Kyle chuckles, low and unsure. Part of you wants to give him an out, to say he doesn’t have to, but you can see the set of his jaw even as his eyes flick between his supplies and the stencil in his hand nervously. He’s determined as much as he is scared. There’s no getting him out of that headspace until he’s done.

You chose something easy. One of Kyle’s more dainty, simple flash designs for the back of your thigh, just below the curve of your ass. A little bow with minimal shading. Something he’s practiced a thousand times and an easy enough starting point. Plus, you already mentioned having him do a matching one on the other side when he’s ready for it. Easy practice.

“C’mon, at least get the stencil on before you have a panic attack.” You try to keep your voice light, turning your back to him.

Kyle sighs. You hear his stool roll forward as he scoots in close to place it. John shuffles around to stand over him. A nasty part of your brain complains about exposing your cellulite to these two fit men but you push that deep down into nothing. A second, more embarrassing part wonders if you should have chose a more appropriate spot… that maybe you shouldn’t be standing in front of your boss and coworker in teeny-tiny biker shorts that barely cover you. You shove that down right next to the other mean thoughts.

You pointedly ignore the heat that shoots up your spine as Kyle’s hands feel out the shape of your thigh to get it centered - keeping your eyes forward as he slowly presses the paper against you. You could swear a thumb traces the curve of your cheek as he smoothes it but that’s probably just wishful thinking.

“Good job, kid.” John claps a hand on Kyle’s shoulder as soon as the paper is pulled away. You turn around in the mirror to check it, expecting to probably have to move it, but from what you can tell it really is perfect.

“Damn, dude, on your first try!” You grin, clapping happily.

Kyle nods stiffly, but you see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. You unceremoniously clamber onto the table, moving around so your back doesn’t hurt from laying flat for the next few hours with your arms folded under your head.

“Hey.” You whisper while John steps away to grab something. “Get through this without freaking out and I’ll give you a reward.”

“A reward?” He tilts his head, smile turning from an nervous curl of his lip to a boyish grin.

You jokingly bat your lashes. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Kyle chuckles. “With tongue?”

You gawk, face hot. “Mr. Garrick! Where’d my knight in shining armor go?”

“Just tryin’ t’ figure out exactly what I’m workin’ toward.”

You hum, pretending to mull it over. “We’ll see. Depends on how well you do.”

Kyle levels a look at you, something heated as his lip catches between his teeth. It’s only there for a moment, gone as soon as he turns to his tools. Replaced by a laser focus.

“Alright.” John settles back into his seat on your other side. “Let’s do one line and then see how we all feel.”

Kyle nods. You shuffle a little to make you’re you’re as comfortable as possible for the next however long. You know it’s going to be a while even if it isn’t a simple design. He’s new and precise with means slow.

The familiar whirr of the gun starts up. You shut your eyes, waiting, hoping that you aren’t projecting any more tension into the room than Kyle is. The needle stings when it finally touches you, but not as badly as you braced for. His touch is light.

He pulls the gun away and let’s put a giant sigh. “How y’feel, luv?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m all good. You?” You tilt your chin a bit to meet his eye.

“Better now that it’s started.”

“Good.” John nods, chest bumping your leg as he leans forward to look. “Looks good. Keep on.”

The room is nearly silent as he works. You turned down the music before coming back so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed - at least that was your reasoning. You’d get overwhelmed. Kyle is more levelheaded than you are, though.

“Thassit.” John smiles - or at least that’s how it sounds in his voice. “Her skin takes ink so well, yeah?”

Fuck, that totally should not do it for you. Gravelly voiced British bastard. You keep your eyes locked onto the flash on the far wall as you attempt to cool down.

Kyle just hums, seemingly unable to talk as he concentrates. He probably is with how dialed in he looks. You take a break before he gets to shading, stretching and getting some water. It takes a while, but not as long as you assumed. You start to get that ache in your skin partway through the shading - that feeling when your nerves are so tired from firing off pain receptors they just all sort of start burning dully.

However long later Kyle pulls away. “I… think it’s done?”

“You think?” John challenges.

Kyle sighs before speaking with more finality. “It’s done.”

There’s a few beats where John assess and you hold your breath. He points to a couple spots where Kyle’s hand slipped a bit or he applied too much pressure, but when you check it out in the mirror yourself you don’t see that all. Perfectionists.

You can’t help but squeal and jump, clapping happily and barely standing still while Kyle puts the saniderm on. You’re just to happy! Not only did Kyle get his first tattoo done but now you have brand new (free) cute ink to show off. Kyle looks tired, though, so you try not over overwhelm him while he cleans up. Concentrating like that with anxiety must have really taken it out of him.

You sort of forget about your promise of a reward for the next week. Too busy focusing on taking care of your new tattoo. The only downside to the placement is sitting in your office chair itches - especially once you take the saniderm off. You’ve mostly taken to standing while working and wearing shorts and skirts to let it breathe. It’s worth it, though. You’ll have to ask Kyle how soon he wants to do the other one. Without being pushy, of course.

You quietly hum to yourself as you get the cash drawers ready to lock away in the backroom safe. Triple checking the bags and making sure tips are divided correctly, etc.

“Hey, lovie.” Kyle saddles up behind you suddenly, hands on your hips.

You jump. “Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. A hand slips down your hip, palm tracing the hem of your tennis skirt to lightly rest over the little bow. “How’s she healin’?”

“It’s, uh, it-“ You stutter, eyes wide and skin hot. If it were Johnny, you’d laugh and swat him away - maybe let his hand wander to your ass first - but Kyle doesn’t do this. Not that you don’t like it - the problem lies in that you’re liking it too much. If the patter of your heart is anything to go by. “It’s good. Not itching yet or anything.”

Kyle hums. “Good.”

“Th-that all?”

“Think you forgot somethin’.” He turns you around, hands firmly planted on the softness of your waist. When you just give him a bewildered look he continues. “I was promised a reward, I think.”

“O-oh?” Your face burns, eyes wide. Is he serious? Part of you wants to say no - to push him away. You’re coworkers, after all. Until your eyes meet his, so big and warm and his lips forming a perfect pout. “John….?”

Kyle chuckles ans crosses his chest. “John won’t care. Cross my heart.”

He gives you a moment to mull it over. You don’t think he’s making fun of or bating you - Kyle wouldn’t do that. There’s no way he’s interested either. That’s one delusion you can firmly plant in the ’purely imaginary’ category.

Whatever. What do you have to lose from a little back room make out?

Your lips meets his. Fuck, they’re soft. He steals your breath - greedy and gentile. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, much less kissed well. One of the hands on your waist moves to your low back as Kyle leans into you. Your hands grapple onto his shoulders to steady you. He takes advantage of your gasp at being tilted back to swipe is tongue between your lips.

You mould together, breaths heavy and tongues dancing. A needy, pathetic little part of you wishes the hand that drifted from your waist to your hip would hook under your thigh. That Kyle would tilt you all the way back onto the desk and throw your leg over his shoulder, eagerly pushing up your skirt-

An ‘I love you’ dances on the tip of your tongue and you reel back harshly, hand flat on his chest to separate you.

“Alright?” He murmurs, eyes half lidded and dark.

You swallow roughly and nod, breathing hard. “I, uh, I need to finish the safe.”

Something passes across his face briefly as your eyes flick between his. Whatever it was, it’s replaced by his usual easy smile as he returns to standing at his full height, the hands on your waist steady you before disappearing. Your stomach drops as they go.

“See you tomorrow.” Kyle murmurs, pressing one last little peck on your cheek before striding away, leaving you alone in the back room with a hot face and whirlwind thoughts.

Fuck.

A/N: brought to you by the time a tattoo artist told me my skin takes ink well in the most haunting bedroom voice I’ve ever heard😵‍💫 killed me right then and there

[sunsburns]

Not sure where your rules are, but since it seems like you’ve wrote nsfw before, can I request luke going down on shy reader for the first time (already in an established relationship please)? If you’re not comfortable with that, that’s alright!!

oh fuck yes let’s do this right now. [nsfw 17+]

for starters, it will happen in the most inconvenient place at camp. a place where the two of you find a chance to be alone and tucked away from the peering eyes of campers, no longer needing to hear any of their chatter or whines from the younger kids who liked to tug on the hem of luke’s shirt and ask him silly questions like if crabs like to think that can fish fly.

he pins you against the wall behind the stables, his hand loosely low on your hips so he can pull you closer. as your lips lock in a slow, tender kiss, you can feel the warmth of the golden setting sun against your skin when his other hand holds the side of your face softly, finger spread across your cheek.

luke pulls away, lips swollen but a smile still wide on his cheeks as his eyes take you in. his fingers brush over the curves of your face in a feather-like touch.

when his thumb touches your bottom lip, luke’s teeth catch his own in yearning while your mouth parts just a bit. luke brushes his thumb around the shape of your lips, pressing between them and finally pulling your lower lip down to open your mouth.

he looks you in the eyes when he brushes the tip of his finger against the edges of your teeth before pressing it down against your tongue. this forces you to open your mouth wider, heat crawling to your face when he pulls his thumb out and licks the inside of your cheek. you can hear yourself groaning, digging your fingers into his curls when he kisses you deeper this time.

his mouth is soft, a permanent pout with full lips, all jokes and sly smiles. gods, you could kiss him forever.

“you're so, so pretty,” your boyfriend mutters into your mouth, his breath filling your lungs. it’s like you need him to breathe.

he runs his hands up your sides, making you mewl when he stops near your chest, thumbs messaging under the wire of your bra before he trails down again, hands stopping right at your hips. your shirt has ridden up and his palms are warm to the touch.

you can feel your fingers dip near the ridges of the scar on the side of his face. you let your hands move around, holding his cheeks, wrapping themselves around his neck and letting your nails dig into the curves of his shoulders when you feel him start to unbutton your shorts.

“luke,” you say, but it sounds more like a whine on his lips as he slowly pulls down the zipper. “luke,” you call his name again. “i want you so bad.”

“you have me,” he hums, pulling away from your mouth. “all of me,” he runs his tongue over his bitten lips before peppering sweet kisses at the corners of your mouth, your cheek, across your jaw, behind your ear and finally your neck.

luke’s hands crawl to your lower back, where he stuffs them into your pants, grabbing your ass and pulling you even closer. his hips roll against your own as he sucks a mark into your neck.

you try to reach for his crotch, but he quickly pulls away. “don't” he mutters, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. he looks at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the night sky, like you're the reason the sun shines every morning. “i just wanna focus on you.”

his voice makes your heart sputter in your chest, and you hold your breath when he slowly kneels before you, his hands slipping from behind you and tugging gently at your pants. “please.”

you can feel yourself shaking from nerves. sure, you’ve kissed, and you've touched each other before under the shadows cast by trees in the moonlight, but the way he mouths at the pretty little bow on your panties, looking up at you with his pretty brown eyes, waiting, it all makes your heart tremble in your throat.

“you- you don't have to...” you’re choking on your words. “we’ve never- i’ve never…”

“i know,” luke says, and his hands settle on your knees, slowly pulling them apart. and you let him. “but i want to. please, i really, really want to. i promise you'll feel good.”

when you nod your head yes, he smiles, almost giddy before sucking a hot kiss into the inside of your thigh. it catches you off guard, and a moan slips out as he makes his way up higher and higher, and gods, luke castellan sure knows how to keep a promise.

[luveline]

what about Steve finding out he’s gonna be a dad for the first time??? or him doting on you while you’re pregnant 🥹

You’re asleep when Steve’s starts kissing you. “Love you,” he’s saying between presses of his lips, the words bouncing off of the side of your nose. 

You blink, eyelashes sticky with sleep. Your back aches and couch springs groan as you try to stretch, Steve’s arms locked around you to hold you in place. “What time is it?” you ask. Your voice barely comes out. You try again, “How long have I been sleeping?” 

You tip your face back. He’s laid down beside you, smiling, his hair crushed by the cushion under his cheek. You brush it out of his eyes. 

“I don’t know,” he says, sounding happy and affectionate at once. “I’ve been home for an hour. We napped.” 

You can tell. You feel distinctly relaxed. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“Nauseous.” 

“Oh no,” he murmurs, pulling you against his chest. His hand slides down to your stomach. “What’s she doing to you?” 

For a moment, he talks so gently, with so much love, you assume he’s talking to the baby. But then you realise he’s talking to you, and you melt like soft taffy under a hot sun. “Nothing, really.” 

“No?” he asks, hand on the topmost curve of your bump. 

“I think I didn’t like lunch. My taste buds are changing or something.” 

“I can make you something. I’m an excellent chef.” 

“Maybe…” You curl into him as much as you can in the limited space. “In a minute.” 

“In a minute,” he repeats, half teasing, half something warmer. He’s turned on his side to give you and your bump enough room, an arm curled underneath you surely dead and the other still resting gently on your stomach. The air between you is warm, almost damp, too hot from napping together but neither of you willing to move away yet. 

You get lost in thought. The nice shape of his smile is distracting, especially still lax with the after effect of a good sleep. 

“What was your day like?” he asks eventually. 

“Just quiet.” You close your eyes and let them sting, tears collecting under your eyelids that you blink away. “I think the baby is making me really tired.” 

“Well, you’re making a baby. It’s hard,” he says. “Much easier to begin with.” 

You smile rather than laugh, too tired. “Way too easy. How was,” —you yawn wide, eyes watering yet again— “your day?” 

“A little less tiring than yours, obviously.” 

You rub your nose into his polo shirt. “Every shift is another pair of socks.” 

“This one’s worth more than that. A box of diapers for sure. And a couple of days of groceries, I guess.” He kisses your nose messily. “Got your vitamins on the way home.” 

“Thank you… Actually, my day was agitating. I have this itch between my shoulders I can’t reach.”

“Yeah?” he’s immediately interested. 

“Yeah, would you– yeah, to your– little more…” You drift off as his hand sneaks under your shirt and his nails find the awful evil itch that’s irking you. He knows exactly where to go from the slightest hitch on your breath, and he isn’t cute about it. He likely leaves scratch marks behind. It’s exactly what you needed. “Thank you so much.” 

He rubs the scratches with the side of his thumb to cover the pain until it’s faded. “You’re welcome, honey. I’m your guy. Itches, rashes, headaches, weird moles. I’m always gonna be your guy.” 

“Until the baby comes along ‘n then you're their guy.” 

“I guess so. I think you kind of…” You’re both so tired your conversation comes out slowly, but it comes. “…make that promise when you decide to have one. I’ll be her guy, but that’s not– I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m still gonna be your guy. You’ll have to share me, that’s all.” His nose crinkles with his smile. “I’m not gonna give you half, though. I’ll just have to double my efforts.” 

“Really?” you ask. You hadn’t realised you were worried until he mentioned it. 

“Duh, babe. Not gonna punish you for something I did to you.”

“This isn’t a punishment.” 

His fingers spread over your shoulder, skin on skin. “For sure not. I’m not talking about the baby, I mean me. The way I am. I’m not gonna choose her over you, I’m going to take care of you both.” 

His polo is easy to collect and squeeze in your hand as you tip into his chest. “You’ll have to choose her sometimes.” 

“So you admit it’s a her?” 

“I admit nothing, H.” 

“I’m on your side forever,” he promises, noses inclined together, your bump pressed to his abdomen. He’s hugging you like there’s nowhere else in the world to be. “I’m always gonna look after you.” He scratches your skin in emphasis, much kinder and longer strokes of his hand. “Always.” 

[br7ght]

Basking in the Morning Glow Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x Reader

summary: You've been alone for two weeks while your girlfriends have been at an international training camp. This is the first morning you've all woken up together and I think it's pretty clear you've been feeling a little touch starved.

warnings: threesome, thigh riding, fingering (r receiving), praise.

pairing: jenni hermoso x alexia putellas x reader

word count: 1,700 words

SMUT 18+

Based on this ask here :) @occasionallyaurora <3

Jenni’s eyes flutter open, her body enveloped between your thighs bringing a smile to her face almost immediately. Sunlight peeking through the slit in the curtain, leaving a streak of light falling flush against your face, like your own personal spotlight. This is how you wanted to wake up every morning, your body curled tightly into Jenni’s, your head nestled gently in the crook of her neck, her chin resting against the top of your head, leaving her able to place gentle kisses to your scalp. Alexia’s arm was protectively wrapped around you, her body flush up against your back, curving her body symmetrically to yours.

Jenni watched as Alexia drew shapes into your arm, sharing hushed whispers between one another in an attempt to not wake you up until you were ready. The TV was on the lowest volume, both girls watching the football highlights for the previous week, enjoying their early morning as you three were back together for the first time in two weeks. With Jenni and Alexia playing for Spain and you playing for England, you often found yourself alone during international camps. It wasn’t jealousy as such, but when you were lying in bed struggling to get to sleep, you knew that the two of them were sharing a bed and always had each other. It was moments like this that you savoured, knowing that they’d do anything to make up to you for being gone for so long.

Jenni and Alexia’s voices became louder, presuming you were in a deeper sleep, but when Jenni felt your face scrunch against her neck her voice stopped, waiting for you to come out of your early morning slumber. She feels your hips start to move gently against her thigh, slowly grinding your body as you start to wake up. Jenni taps Alexia on the shoulder as they both notice your subtle movements, trying to gain any level of friction that you could. Last night when all of you had arrived home, the three of you had just enough energy to get cuddled up and had quickly fallen asleep. You hadn’t been touched in almost a month and neediness was overtaking your body. You could barely control yourself against the toned thigh of the older woman.

Alexia had a massive grin on her face as she watched your hips grind harder, your eyes not even open yet and you still hadn’t said anything. Jenni intentionally flexed her thigh, trying to aid your attempt to feel something and the whimper that you let out told them both what you needed.

“Jenni.” You whined, the combination of the friction against her leg and Alexia’s hand twisting curls of your hair around her finger making you more and more needy. “Please.”

Jenni tilted your head up with the back of her two fingers, watching eagerly as your eyes fluttered open, your cheeks pink and flushed as you were met with the dark eyes of the smirking brunette. She shifted her thigh this time, pushing it up against your heated centre and a quiet moan dropped from your mouth. “Does that feel good? Are you enjoying getting off on my thigh already?” Her voice was laced with teasing, knowing how much you liked to hear her voice. All you could do in response was nod, a gentle whimper escaping your lips and your hips grinded quicker against her.

Wolfish smiles were shared between Jenni and Alexia as they both silently understood your neediness, but still wanting to watch you try desperately to get off from Jenni’s thigh in your subconscious state of early morning trance. Alexia can hear your whimpers getting stronger and she stops tracing the shapes against your arm, moving her hand underneath yours and trailing her fingers against your stomach.

“Please, I need you both.” You were growing impatient, her thigh not giving you what you really needed, the friction wasn’t adding up to anything, but it didn’t stop you from trying to move your hips quicker and harder against her leg. They could see your desperation radiating from your body, so Jenni stills your hips, her strong grip around your waist stopping you from moving.

“Jenni!”

“Princesa, I know, I know, but I think you’d enjoy yourself a bit more if Ale and I help you out hm?” She whispers against your ear, her breath causing the hairs on your body to stand, goosebumps gently covering your skin. You nod as you feel the warmth of Alexia’s hand resting just at the waistband of your sleep shorts, not daring to dip her hand any further, just tracing back and forth, teasing you softly.

“You want Jen and I to touch you cariño?” Alexia coos as Jenni joins her hand at your waistband. You don’t respond, just reaching down to pull the shorts from your hips, dragging your underwear down with them and kicking them off in a flurry of desperation. Jenni outstretched her arm, letting you lay your head against the tattoos while Alexia’s hand carefully opened your legs, hooking your thigh over her body so they were both able to see your arousal pooling at your folds.

“God, please fuck me, please.” They were still both just looking at you, their eyes darting between your body and each other, “Please.” That was the final beg you needed, and Jenni’s hand was the first to dip below your naval, groaning lowly at the wetness that she finds, gathering it all between her fingers.

Alexia was kissing your back, nipping, and soothing at your skin and it was all just teasing you, but the heat of her mouth against your shoulder was enough to push you over the edge at this point. You’d gone way too long without this.

“Please, no teasing.” You plead, Jenni’s finger swiping across your folds but not touching you anywhere that you so desperately needed her. Your head buried itself into the raven-haired woman’s neck, pulling her in with your hand as your hips involuntarily buckled at the gentle touches. “Jen please, Ale, anyone.” With that, Jenni pushes just one finger into your entrance, but the sinful moan that leaves your mouth is one that was only going to encourage them more.

“Oh princesà, you sound so pretty, does that feel good?” Jenni asks, thrusting her wrist into you, adding another finger as you nod and moan against her neck. With the curling of her fingers finding your spot, your hips were moving to meet her thrusts, needing some contact with your clit. Alexia spotted the opportunity, adding her fingers to the mix, finding your clit with her fingertips. “Did you miss this cariño?” Alexia asked, the smirk on her face not leaving as your moans became stronger and higher pitched.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes.” Your words were strung with whimpers and laboured breaths. With the gentle circles against your clit, she felt your head leaning back into Alexia, the blonde resuming her kissing, but now finding your neck, etching planned marks into your skin with each nip of her teeth as her circles got smaller and more precise around your bud.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Jenni speeds up again with her praise, watching your face twitch and your body grind against the two girl’s hands in desperate need for the release that was slowly building.

“What a shame that you had to go two whole weeks without us touching you baby, you’ve gotten so needy for us while we were gone princesà.” Alexia smiled, finding the rhythm against your clit that she could tell was going to make you tumble hard over the edge. Your nails were gripping anything you could grab onto, first Alexia’s arm before reaching for the back of Jenni’s neck, the two women protectively enveloping you between their bodies while they fucked you, getting you close to the edge you so desperately needed.

“Are you getting close baby?” Alexia teased, knowing the answer as your body trembled underneath the two women’s relentless rhythm, her head was resting on your shoulder, watching as you moaned and gripped your nails into the blonde’s arm, your eyes slamming shut.

“You know what to do then, all you have to do is ask princesà.” Jenni watched in awe as your body twitched to her touches, her fingers finding the perfect rhythm with Alexia’s circles against your clit, slamming her wrist into you, knowing you liked it when you could feel the power behind her arm.

“Please, can I come?” You ask, your voice shaking and whimpers leaving your mouth as you waited for permission, your orgasm choking your throat as you did everything you could to wait for them to tell you to. “Please Jen, Ale, I’ve been so good.” You pleaded; your lips clasped together in desperation as your release was fighting against their perfect rhythm.

“You can come cariño, come for us.” Jenni dictates and with a few more harsh thrusts and Alexia swirling her fingers continually against your clit you grabbed onto Jenni’s hair, your nails digging into her scalp as you felt the orgasm rip through your body, your eyes shut and hips uncontrollably moving with their hands. Every time you looked, they were both staring at you, watching as your body trembled from the aftershocks of the intensity of the climax, you’d just experienced. They worked you through it, gently slowing their movements allowing you to ride the entire thing out.

Jenni is the first to kiss you before she pulled her fingers out of you, gesturing her hand towards Alexia’s mouth which opened almost immediately and you watch as she locks eyes with you, taking her tongue up Jenni’s fingers, tasting you and moaning against her hand. “God, we really did miss you.” Alexia said once she’d finished cleaning Jenni’s fingers for her, a smile creeping up onto her face as she kissed your forehead. She pulled the duvet back over your body, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you close.

“We don’t like being away from you baby girl, you know that don’t you.” Jenni said sympathetically, joining in on the hug by snaking her arm around both you and Alexia. She was stroking through your hair, the warmth from both encapsulating you between them. The air was soft between them as you snuggled your head even closer into Jenni’s neck, holding Alexia’s hand in your own.

“I hate it, I missed you both so much.” You revealed honestly, both women squeezing harder around you.

“We’re home now,” one of your girlfriends says, you're unsure who though. Despite the morning light, sleep begins to consume you once again.

[emchante]

aahh thank you for welcoming me with open arms ♡ i'm blushing and kicking my feet every time i take a look at your blog!! i had this thought about having a cozy night in with danny, cuddling and nuzzling into him while watching a movie or a show, softly caressing his tummy and happy trail without even thinking. your intentions purely innocent, eyes still focusing on the screen until you feel him shifting a little. you notice his pants bulging and he lets out a small laugh, apologising and telling you that your soft hand just feels too good on him. being a generous girlfriend, you just can't leave him hanging, can you?

- 🧸

🧸 NONNIE HELLO!! i’m so sorry i’ve taken so long to answer :( was in my carlos feels for a while, but i’ve been sad recently.. and i think it’s missing daniel blues..

18+ content

honestly, this type of thing happens with daniel a lot. the most innocent things can get him going, and in his mind he’s like ‘down boy, down’ but his body goes against him.

perhaps his shirt had slipped up, exposing a slither of soft skin from his tummy, and then the dark hairs of his happy trail. you loved all of him, but especially his little tummy. it was a sign that he was happy, content and comfortable, that he wasn’t trying to meet unrealistic standards to be loved.

your hand makes its way across his body, sliding up his thigh and landing right where the little bit of skin is evident. you gently push his shirt up further, allowing the curve of his tummy to be more visible, and your eyes followed the trail of hair that was still going.

your hands are small, even moreso against the soft skin of his tummy. it sends a pool of heat to your belly, the size difference doing something to you. but, you put these thoughts aside. another time. you caress the soft skin, fingers drawing small shapes along his tummy as your eyes are back on the screen, your hand absentmindedly moving. you let your fingers graze along his happy trail sometimes, allowing the hairs to rub against your soft fingerpads.

daniel starts to shift, so you lift your hand and allow him to get comfortable in bed again. you hear a small pant escape him and you turn your head to the side, being met with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you tilt your head, a small smile playing on your face.

“what’s up, dan?” you ask, and it’s innocent of course. but daniel gulps, because that’s only worsening the issue. he lets out a shaky laugh, moving his hand to take your own, and he moves it. you expect it to land back on his skin, but this time you’re met with the fabric of his joggers. you look down and— oh.

your hand is placed atop the bulge that wasn’t there before in his pants, and your eyes go back to his face. “sorry, sweetheart. i know that wasn’t your intention,” he murmurs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “but your hand— your soft, little hand.. just felt too good, y’know?” he laughs softly, but you don’t miss the huskiness in his tone as he describes your hand. you giggle in return, sitting up and turning to face him properly.

you reach for his joggers, pulling them down until they rest just below his thighs and it gets a gasp out of daniel. he asks what you’re doing but you don’t reply, instead you pull down his boxers next and allow his erection to spring free. the sudden cold air against his cock and thighs send a shiver through daniel, body tending temporarily before he lets out a soft moan, hooded eyes on you.

you keep your eyes trained on his face as you wrap your small hand around his cock, slowly moving it up and down as you help daniel with his needs. the moans he lets out are delicious, and it only fuels the desire to keep helping him out. you switch what you do— from strokes to squeezes— allowing him to feel your soft hand in more ways than one.

“i couldn’t leave you needing, danny,” you say quietly, leaning in closer to his face. “it’s my fault you got like this, isn’t it? so it’s only fair i fix it.”

daniel just stares at you, mouth shaping into an ‘o’ before tilting his head back to let out the throatiest groan he had that night. “oh baby,” he whines, gulping once more. “you feel so good, helping me out. you’re so good f’me, aren’t you?” he asks, and now it’s your turn to swallow deeply and nod.

divorced dad! daniel was on the back burner for a while, but he’s back and better than ever! i’ve got some other asks to answer, but if you have anything you want to submit— don’t be shy!<3

[sh1-n0bu]

scara’s electro mark on the back of his neck would totally be an erogeneous/sensitive spot and no one can change my mind<3

✿ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 ✿

characters: scaramouche/wanderer x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, light angst, reverse comfort, takes place after scara’s defeat, slight body dysmorphia and mentions of self harm, soft scara🥹

notes: honestly same tho. and as someone who has a very sensitive neck, i absolutely know how he would feel like lmao

scaramouche hated the mark.

it’s hideous, disgusting, wrongly shaped to signify his failure as a puppet, the reason for him to get disregarded but moreover an eternal reminder of his mo- no. his creator.

wanderer hated the mark on the back of his neck.

no matter what happens, he always tries to keep in hidden, away from prying curious eyes. buried deep under layers upon layers of clothes to at least pretend that the mark is non-existent.

sometimes he would even end up clawing, scratching or even cutting at the small part on the back of his neck as if trying to cut out the electro symbol, carved deeply into his flesh since his creation. but the bloody marks, bruises and scars would end up healing faster than than normal due to him being a puppet of a god.

never leaving a scar. never leaving a mark. just the damned, cursed motherfucking purple electro symbol left behind. shining proudly and perfectly as if trying to mock him.

and this time it was no different. the young puppet sitting on the edge of your shared bed with a frown and a glare. hands twitching, waiting, wanting, wishing to reach out and claw at the symbol again.

taking a deep breath in and letting it out after a while, wanderer slightly shook his head. no. he shouldn’t harm himself any further. you would be sad once you find his neck angry, bleeding red with scratch marks and dried blood under his fingernails. he would hate to make you sad.

letting out a heavy sigh, the young man laid down on the bed, facing away from you- feeling ashamed about thinking of harming himself and breaking your promise.

sucking in a short breath, jolting harshly when arms came to wrap around his middle suddenly, pulling his smaller frame closer to cuddle with his back to your chest.

wanderer loved this feeling. being wrapped securely around you, feeling your warmth seep into his own cold skin, warming his body, warming his heart. the feeling of your heartbeat thrumming in a repeated rhythmic way against your ribcages, the feeling of the thumps against your chest soothing his pain, easing his own non-existent empty heart, pouring into the hollowness of his chest and filling it to the brim with your own.

wanderer loves you.

but sometimes he can’t help but scowl at you- more of a pouting- when you lean down and place a small peck against his electro symbol. face flushing in embarrassment, eyes narrowing back at you in a faux anger- a poor attempt to hide the small glimmer in his eyes- pouted lips twitching to try and control his muscles from forming a smile.

fortunately he always loses in this silent battle between you two. letting out a huff with mutterings of “you’re so clingy” or “you’re hopeless” slipping out from his lips which is already starting to curve up into a smile.

yes, the puppet loves you. hopelessly so.

shuddering with a suppressed groan when the short man felt your lips against the back of his neck once again, pressing on the electro symbol. a quiet, poorly attempted muffled chuckle falling from his mouth when you continue to press kisses against his neck, one hand coming up to rest on your hair- slightly tussling them in the process.

“yours. not hers” when wanderer heard that phrase muttered from you, he felt himself softly smiling. eyes crinkling upwards, lips forming a smile with his cheeks turning even more red.

yes. wanderer loves you so.

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] Part 3: [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (5k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Oral (M and F receiving), Phone sex, Dream sex, P in V sex, a sprinkle of SoftDom!Carmy at Reader's request, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff. "I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.

It was a foggy day, the cold of Chicago promised a quiet afternoon with few customers. Sydney showed up at the store and invited you to family, saying something about a surprise for Carmy. You quickly closed up and followed her back to the restaurant. Most of the staff knew you by now; Tina cupped your face lovingly, Nat hugged you, and Richie showed you to your seat. Everyone was there except Carmy. 

"What's going on?" you asked Nat in a whisper. 

"He didn't tell you? Of course he didn't tell you," she rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "It's his birthday," she said simply.

"Oh!"

You felt a weight settle in your stomach. How could you not know? You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your nervousness and stopping yourself from crying at the same time. 

"Oh, sweetie," Nat put her arm around you. "You shouldn't feel bad about it. He doesn't tell anyone. The only reason I know is because I'm his sister. We don't do presents or candles or sing because of all the- Well, you know," she gestured vaguely. You nodded. 

You didn't know the whole story but Carmy had let you know bits and pieces of his unstable childhood and the fraught relationship with his Mom, from way before Mike died.

"But Syd wanted to cook something nice for him and Marcus wanted to test a cake recipe, so," she shrugged. You managed a smile. "He'll be happy to see you," she squeezed you to her side.

"Okay, everyone start eating and act fucking normal," Richie bellowed. "We don't want the birthday boy to feel ambushed or whatever. We're having a nice meal, with our neighbor, and there's a random ass cake here for absolutely no reason, okay?"

"Your ass is random, man!" Marcus replied from the other side of the table, cutting slices of what looked like tres leches cake. Fak chuckled between forkfuls of salad.

Sydney had already started passing plates around, it was lamb and salad and it smelled delicious.

"Thanks for inviting me," you told her once she got to you. 

"I mean, you're practically family, right?" she smiled.

By the time Carmy appeared, you were all eating and talking, and he could sneak in and sit by your side almost unnoticed. 

"What's all this?" he asked, looking frantically around the room.

"They asked me to come over for family," you smiled innocently. "It's very good," you added pointing at your plate. 

"No, I mean-" he hesitated, his eyes kept searching for Nat. She was leaning against the door frame and when she saw Carmy, she put her fingers to the corners of her lips and pushed them up, to shape a smile. 'Be happy, okay?' she mouthed.

Carmy nodded, then looked down, a relieved smirk curving his lips. He tried to relax, leaning back on his seat and placing an arm behind your chair. He took the plate Richie brought him and started eating with gusto. 

"So, you know?" he asked after a while. 

"No presents, no candles, no singing," you repeated, knowing it would calm his anxiety a little. "I want to make a suggestion though."

Carmy turned his head quickly. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah," you smiled mischievously. "I think this cake should be like a staple at the restaurant. No way I'm waiting for your next birthday to have it again."

Carmy laughed. After his first bite of the cake he had to agree. "That's fire," he hummed. 

His face looked bright and lovely. Your hand didn't leave his thigh for the rest of the meal. 

You leaned against Carmy's side; he kissed the top of your head and sighed, burying the two of you deeper into the cushions of the sofa. It had been a beautiful day. With his arms around you, you asked him.

"Why don't you like presents on your birthday?"

"Uh- I'm not sure," he replied honestly. His fingers drew pretty shapes on your shoulder. "I guess if you're not expecting anything then you can't be disappointed, right?" 

"I get that," you said after a while. "I just think it's a waste that I sell vintage, and you love vintage, and you don't ask for presents, you know?" you added playfully.

He smiled. "I guess. I think I like it better when it's on a random day, for no reason at all."

"Yeah," you nodded. "Can I do something nice for you, though? Just because I want to, not because it's your birthday," you clarified.

He turned to face you. "Uh- Okay."

You disentangled from his embrace and knelt between his legs on the floor . He tilted his head in confusion. You smiled and grabbed a hair tie from your pocket, making a show of putting your hair in a ponytail. Carmy's eyes widened when your hands ran up and down his thighs, slow, sensual motions that sent shivers up his spine. 

"You don't have to-" he started protesting.

"I want to," you said.

It had come up a couple of times. You'd offer to reciprocate after he'd eaten you out and he would refuse, saying he would rather be inside you. With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff. 

"I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.

He seemed torn, one of his hands reaching to caress yours.

"You're absolutely free to say no. There's other ways we can have fun but don't say no just because you feel you don't deserve it, Carm. You do. I promise," you said earnestly. 

He bent over to kiss you fiercely. "Alright. Yes. Please," he said.

You moved slowly, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, watching the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became more erratic. You pulled his trousers down, towards you, and started touching his thighs gently, raking your fingers through the coarse hair that went down his stomach, palming at the growing bulge over his boxers.

"Uh-" Carmy swallowed. "I have never- So if I don't last just-"

"Hey, it's okay," you reassured him. "Listen, if you last five seconds but you enjoy it, then I'm happy." 

He laughed at that and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll aim for six then," he quipped.

You removed his boxers carefully, his cock was already hard. He groaned when your breath touched his bare skin. You suspected he was right, he wasn't going to last, so you tried to make it worth his while. 

You started by kissing his head, licking the drop of precum in a quick flick of your tongue. It made him shudder with pleasure - and it made you feel powerful, the effect you had on him.

"Let me know if there's something you don't like," you said, your right hand closing loosely around his shaft. He nodded. He was hardly moving and his hands were fisting the cushions of the sofa. "You need to breathe, Carm," you reminded him, your voice had turned husky. You took one of his hands and placed it on your head, his fingers intertwined around your ponytail and you heard him exhale. "Good."

You leaned forward again, kissing around his head, making the kisses open mouthed as you went, letting him get accustomed to the feeling of your lips on him. Your hand started pumping his length, softly, no rhythm to it yet, more a caress than anything.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he rasped, his hand holding tighter to your hair, loosening the ponytail when he massaged your scalp. You moaned against his skin, which made him writhe his hips in return. 

You opened your mouth, taking the first couple of inches of him. You couldn't deep throat, but he didn't seem to mind- your hand was pumping and making up for the rest of his length. He moaned and it made your pussy tingle. 

"You sound so pretty, Carmy," you praised. He chuckled, out of breath. 

You licked the length of his shaft, wetting it enough to help your hand glide easier. You took him again, a little deeper this time, not far enough to make you gag, just enough that he threw his head back in pleasure, the veins of his neck visibly pulsing and his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried in vain to breathe normally. It was all quick gasps and the occasional groan. That was enough teasing, you decided.

You started going back and forth, the rhythm of your mouth echoed with your right hand, the left rested on his knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding tight.

"Please, don't- don't stop," he begged. His face was downwards now, looking you straight in the eye, his pupils were blown and his mouth hung open. "It feels so fucking good. Please, please..."

You sped up, hollowing out your cheeks, moving your left hand so that you were sinking your nails into the muscle of his tattooed forearm. Your underwear was wet with arousal and the sounds he made weren't helping, you pressed your thighs together to get some relief and ended up moaning on his cock.

"Holy fucking shit," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna-"

You felt him twitch inside your mouth, every muscle in his body growing tense. He groaned over and over, going quieter each time, letting go completely. Salt covered your tongue in spurts and you did your best to swallow most of it, a little bit of it fell down the corner of your mouth. You slowed down, pumping him until he pulled you off his softening cock, mumbling something about "so good" and "too much". His hand let go of your hair and cupped your face, his eyes were glazed over and blissed out, a loving look to his sweaty face. 

"So fucking good," he managed to say in an exhale. His thumb cleaned the drop of cum off your chin - so carefully, so gently that it warmed your insides. "You're beautiful."

You laughed in disbelief but then you remembered how gorgeous he looked when he emerged from in between your thighs, half of his face completely wet, a turned on blush on his cheeks...

He pulled you up on his lap and kissed you senseless, his tongue caressing your tired lips, humming contentedly into you. You were both a mess: him naked from the waist down, you with your hair completely undone and your underwear soaked.

"Best birthday I've ever had," he said against your lips, his forehead to yours. "Thank you." 

You smiled. "You're welcome. Happy birthday, Carmy." 

~

You had slowly gotten used to sleeping in a bed that smelled like Carmy. Whether it was at your place or his, even if the sheets on his side were cold they still had a hint of salt, smoke, and his expensive aftershave. 

"Get a fucking grip," you reprimanded yourself in a low voice. 

Call me when you get home? 

You sent the text before you could chicken out. He wouldn't leave the restaurant for another hour or so, so you settled on the hotel room bed, the unfamiliar cream colored covers suffocating, the sound of a movie on the TV only making you more antsy. 

When the phone rang, it was a little before midnight. You were comfortable and warm - and completely awake.

"Hey, you okay?" Carmy's voice sounded raspy on the phone. 

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just- I couldn't sleep and-" you chuckled without a hint of humor. It felt silly: it was an overnight trip, you were staying at a nice hotel, and you couldn't sleep because Carmy wasn't there. It was so fucking silly. "Never mind. I'm okay, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Hey!" Carmy stopped you from hanging up. "Talk to me. What's up?"

"Fuck," you looked at the ceiling. "I don't know. Nothing bad happened. Actually, the estate sale went great. Uh. This lady had a big collection of dresses, fifties and sixties, beautiful pieces. And shoes! Just tons of them, barely used, Gucci and shit."

"And you got them?" Carmy asked, you could almost hear him frowning.

"Yeah! It's all good stuff and I think it will sell well too."

"That's good," he said, his tone soothing. "So, what's wrong?"

"Uh- I don't know," you repeated. "I came back to the hotel and it was so- just so fucking quiet and it feels wrong, you know?"

Carmy hummed in agreement. 

"I get it," he said after a beat. "When I got here, uh, the apartment was very fucking quiet too. Creeped me out a bit."

You sighed. Maybe it wasn't so silly.

"It helps, though," you said after a beat. "Talking with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "How was your day?"

"It was absolute shit," he replied.

"Too bad I'm not there to fuck about it," you said. 

Sometimes, when Carmy's day was too bad to even talk about, you would fuck - hard and fast - and then talk about it. Hence, fuck about it. 

Carmy chuckled. "Yeah," you could hear him exhale as he fell heavily on the couch or the bed. "That would actually help a lot."

You bit your lip, feeling your stomach flip a little. "Um, Carm?"

"Mmm?"

"I know you said you hadn't been with anyone before me-" you prompted. "Does that mean you never had phone sex either?"

He coughed loudly on the other side of the line. You pictured him choking on his own cigarette smoke, a deep blush to his cheeks. 

"Sorry?" he asked after a moment.

"I mean that we can still fuck about it... If you want," you offered. "You know, you can say what you would like to do to me, or maybe tell me what I should do... That sort of thing."

"Uh," he hesitated. "I do- I'd like to try but I- I'm not good at playing pretend, you know? Never been, not even as a kid."

"If I do the talking? Would that be better?" 

"Maybe?" his voice sounded ragged but not just from coughing. 

"I've never, uh, taken the lead before but that would, like, even out the playing field, right?" you reasoned, your heart beating faster.

"What- what would that be like?" 

"I could tell you about the nice pajamas I'm wearing," you lowered your voice. "The blue ones?"

"With the shorts and the little bows?" Carmy asked. "You look good in those..."

You opened your legs, your free hand playing with the elastic of your shorts. 

"I wish you would take them off for me, Carm. I wish you would touch me like only you know how. I want your fingers inside me," he cleared his throat on the other side of the line. "Would you like to do that?"

"Yes," his voice was breathy, "I would, yes."

"I want you to do something for me, Carmy," you started teasing between your legs over the fabric of your shorts. "Remember when we first fucked? You closed your eyes and touched yourself to get hard again. Can you do that?"

"Yeah. Yeah," you could barely hear his intake of breath and it still made you shiver.

"You looked so fucking hot, I still think about it when I finger myself," you confessed. You could picture him clearly, the veins of his arms and neck bulging, his head thrown back.

"Shit..." he rasped.

"Can you hold the phone close, Carm? I want to hear you while you touch your cock."

"I want to hear you too... Ah, fuck!"

The sound made you curl your toes with anticipation. You got your hand inside your underwear and traced lines on your folds, caressing slowly.

"I'm already so wet," you said. "Are you hard for me, Carmy?"

"So fucking hard," he drawled and you moaned.

"What would you like me to do?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "If I was there, Carm, what would you like me to do?"

"Ri- Ride me," he managed. 

His breathing was a quick staccato that made your hand pick up speed, spreading wetness around your clit. You sat up on the bed, imagined Carmy underneath you, holding tight to your hips, your hands on his sculpted chest.

"How? How do you want me to- oh, God- ride you?"

"Just- hard," he groaned but it was a muffled sound, he was holding back. 

"Carm..."

"I want you to fucking wreck me," he blurted out.

If he felt like he had fucked up, like he had done something terribly wrong at the restaurant, he liked it to hurt a little, you knew that by now. Maybe the rhythm was punishing, maybe it was way too fast, maybe you denied him his orgasm for a while. Anyway, he was atoning. 

"I want you to touch you like I would, Carmy," you said. "Can you do that for me? Put lube on your hand, hold your cock tight, and go as fast as you can, okay?"

"Yes," it was barely a whisper. But suddenly you could listen - deep growls from way within his chest, rhythmic gasps that grew quicker and quicker. You struggled to catch up with him, your middle and ring fingers pumped in and out of you in tandem with his sounds. 

"Oh, fuck," he rasped. "I can hear it. Jesus Christ."

"It's not the same without you, Carm," you said honestly. Your hand was wet to the palm but you still wanted that fullness only he could make you feel. "I need you inside me, I need you."

"Oh, fuck!"

He got quiet for a second, then groaned a few times, your pussy clenching while he did. You were so close. He sighed into the speaker, relieved and spent - you wanted to be happy for him but you were still on the edge and desperate for release. You kept moaning.

"Have you come?" Carmy asked.

"Not yet," you managed to say.

"Shit."

"I'm close though. Just stay on the line, please."

You could feel it slipping out of your grasp. It wasn't enough to have him listen, you needed something to hold on to. You let out a needy whine.

He read your mind, and in that fucked out voice he said: "That was- holy shit- that was so, so fucking hot. You made me come and you didn't even touch me," you fluttered against your fingers. "Can’t believe you're mine. You're my good girl."

He had never called you that. That was it. The tension within you snapped and you could breathe again. Eyes shut and forehead to the duvet, you could almost feel Carmy's hands touching up your back, tickling at your sides. You let out a shaky laugh.

"Fuck, Carmy. Fuck," you repeated, something warm settling in your belly. 

"You okay?" he said. You had dropped the phone and you heard him far away.

You wiped your hand on your hip and settled back on the bed, tired and a little sweaty. You'd have to shower again in the morning but you found you didn't care right now.

"I'm okay," you replied when you could pick up your phone. "So okay. You?"

"So okay," he repeated with a chuckle. 

"Okay," you let out a big exhale. "Now tell me about your day."

~

You were at The Bear, it was late at night, the lights were dimmed down and there were no patrons. You turned around and found the place empty - ghostly and quiet. 

"Hello?" No one replied.

Now that you thought of it, you didn't know how you got there - couldn't remember, actually. But Carmy was suddenly there too, hands on his hips, wearing his pristine chef's whites. The blue of his eyes popped with the ambience lighting in a way that felt supernatural.

"Carmy," you called but he didn't move.

"On the table," he said brusquely, pointing with his head at the only piece of furniture left in the restaurant. There was no tablecloth or cutlery on it.

"What?" you asked.

"On the fucking table!" he yelled and you obeyed, sitting quickly on it, facing him.

"What's going on?" you asked.

He laughed - it wasn't his usual laugh, soft and floaty - it was a cruel sound, glass like. 

"What's going on, sweetheart, is that I'm going to fuck you, on this table, until you come three times," he said and it sent a shiver down your spine. "Or until you beg me to stop, whatever happens first."

You didn't say a word, you couldn't: he kissed you violently, biting on your lip and grabbing your throat. 

"Carmy, holy shit! Slow down," you pleaded when you parted to catch your breath. 

He stopped but only to spread your legs wide open, his fingers digging into your thighs forcefully, then going up your skirt. He leaned to whisper in your ear:

"You sure you want that?"

His voice was low, caramel like, delicious. You ran a hand up his chest, fisting white fabric, bringing him closer. 

"Good," he said. His fingers shoved your underwear to the side and teased mercilessly.

"Fuuuck," you whined as he made you melt in his hands. 

He was touching you just right, having you soaked and pliant so fast it left you dizzy. He thrust two fingers inside you and started pumping fast, his thumb circling your clit - you thanked your stars that you had showed him early on where it was. Your moans grew louder and longer.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked but it sounded like an order. 

You nodded frantically. 

"Are you gonna let me bend you over this table, fuck your pussy as hard as I want?" 

"Yes, please, fuck," you whined. 

Just before the knot within you could unravel, the bright light of morning rushed through the window and made you squeeze your eyes and cover your face. And suddenly you weren't at The Bear, you were at Carmy's place, warm in his bed. It was Sunday, you remembered.

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled. 

Carmy was right next to you, twisting to face you as he woke up too.

The mornings you shared were few and far between, the occasional day off, the days when you had to get up early to take a train for a sale out of town... They were precious, you loved to see Carmy with sleepy eyes, reaching out for you from under the covers. You smiled and stared at him. 

"Morning," you said, feeling a little weird about your dream. 

"Mornin'," he slurred with his eyes closed. "You sleep okay?" 

"Uh-huh," you tried to sound casual. "You?"

"Yeah," you let him pull you in closer, his nose brushed the side of your neck. And his hard on brushed your thigh. 

"Oh!" your heart raced - the one thing that still remained from your dream was the wetness between your legs.

"Shit," Carmy covered his face with his hand. "I'll, uh, I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it."

You cleared your throat nervously. "Actually-"

You didn't know where to begin so you simply grabbed his hand and showed him how wet you were, even through your underwear he could tell. His eyes widened.

"Wh- What- Why?"

"Uh, I dreamt of you," you said simply. 

"What about?" he asked. You shrugged. "I mean, if you liked whatever happened in your dream that much, we could..." he let the offer float. He had that curious look about him.

You bit your lip. It had been good, so good. But it made you feel a little embarrassed about the things that you wanted, what they meant about you.

"We were- Well, you fingered me and- yeah," you hoped he would be satisfied with that. 

"Oh," he sounded a little disappointed but he obliged. "Sure, we can do that." 

He scooted closer still, his hand and the way he moved was gentle and sweet. And completely wrong. You took his wrist and stopped him.

Carmy looked up in concern. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head. "I'll- I'll tell you about my dream but promise me you won't laugh," you pressed your hands on his chest. He nodded solemnly. "Even if we don't end up doing it because it's not your thing just- Don't laugh, okay?"

"I won't," he promised. 

"Okay," you took a deep inhale. "So I dreamt that we were at the restaurant. We were all alone, it was late at night and you- Well, you told me to get on a table and that you would make me come three times," you blushed furiously. "You kissed me and you fingered me. You said you would bend me over on the table and fuck me hard. And then I woke up."

"Shit," Carmy said.

"Yeah."

"Was I- Was I different?" he asked. 

"You were a little mean."

"And you were into it?" nothing about his tone betrayed disgust or revulsion.

"I didn't think I would be, but yeah," you replied honestly. 

Carmy ran a hand through his hair and stared at you for a little bit.

"You know I'm not good at the pretending thing," he said and you nodded. "But I think I can fuck you on the table until you come three times."

You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you. 

Before you knew it, you were both naked, kissing in the middle of his kitchen, his hands under your thighs as he placed you on the table. 

"I'm gonna need you to keep count for me," he said, lowering to his knees between your legs. That was the last thing he said before devouring you.

You knew Carmy was competitive but you didn't know it would extend to a dream version of him. He became laser focused: his only goal was to be a better lover than dream Carmy, make you come undone faster and harder than he ever could. Without preamble, he hooked two fingers inside you, curling non-stop, making you gasp for air. His mouth worked tirelessly licking and sucking at your clit, getting satisfaction every time you pulled at his hair. In minutes, he had you bucking your hips frantically, trying to fuck his face. You screamed and heaved and cursed, grabbing to the edge of the table for dear life. 

"How many?" he demanded once he got up from between your legs, wiping his face clean with his forearm. His voice sounded rough and you could see a glimpse of the cut-throat chef he used to be back in New York. You felt the aftershocks of your orgasm go through you one more time. 

"One," you replied.

He grabbed your hips and brought you down from the table, then flipped you over. You heard the condom wrapper hit the floor, then, immediately felt his breath on the back of your neck as he lined up his cock to your pussy. He wasn't careful before and he wasn't careful now, going all the way inside you in a swift motion. It was pleasure and pain in even measures, it was exactly what you asked for. Your knees trembled underneath you but Carmy held you upright. 

"Holy shit," was all you could say before succumbing to the rhythm of his hips against yours.

It was slow, purposeful. One of his hands played with your nipples while the other pressed on your clit. It was too much. You took the hand on your clit and placed it on your neck instead, remembering the way Carmy had kissed you in the dream, holding you possessively. Your Carmy didn't press at all, he caressed the column of your throat with careful fingers, kissed the side of it with devotion. It made you melt onto the tabletop. The feeling of your bare chest on the wooden surface and the sound of his hips clapping against yours turned you on even more. It took you by surprise when you started fluttering on Carmy's cock, your release almost gentle, a series of soft needy moans the only outer indication that you had come.

When you regained your bearings, your cheek to the table and your ass up in the air, you said with an unsteady voice:

"Two."

One of his hands soothed down your spine, a silent question being asked: Do you still want to go on? Can you do one more? You reached for his hand and squeezed it, using the strength you had left to get off the table and turn to face Carmy. He was a sweaty mess, curls falling on his forehead, red in the face from edging his orgasm to give you three. You didn't think you could love anyone more than you loved him right then.

"Carmy."

"I'm here. I'm right here," he maneuvered you gently to lay on your back over the table, his eyes on yours. You hummed contentedly. He lifted your legs, placing one on each shoulder and giving you a shy smile - you realized he had actually read the sex book you had bought him as a joke. You giggled. He didn't do anything in half measures. 

This time, his motions weren't calculated and cold. The tenderness when he soothed your back and caressed your neck had bled into everything else. His hips stuttered every now and then, his fingers touched your ankles gently, and his eyes were fixed on you. It was perfect. 

"I'm close," you whispered, one of your hands playing with your chest, the other reaching behind you to the edge of the table. You felt weightless. "You can let go, Carmy."

It was all a blur: the swirl of electricity down your body, the beautiful sounds that you made together, and the feeling of him falling on top of you. 

"Shit! I'm sorry I'm crushing you," he mumbled on your skin, his arms flexing as he lifted himself up. You looked up at him and cupped his face, the post-coital glow and the morning light making him look angelic.

"Thank you," you said and he smiled. "It was good, better than I imagined."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Right then, your stomach growled audibly. You covered your face with your hands, mortified. He peeled them off and leaned to nuzzle against your cheek. 

"Pancakes?" he offered in a whisper.

You laughed and turned your head to kiss the tip of his nose. "Yes. Please."

[Deleted Scene]

[Part 4]

[featguler]

Heyyyy could you do anything for Rodrygo?

all we've been talkin' about────── the millionth morning after with rodrygo.

♡ ────── pairing : rodrygo goes x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. reader lives in brazil and has known rodrygo for a while. situationship!rodrygo goes LOL sorry... it also gets a bit heated towards the end. ♡ ────── wordcount : 809 ♡ ────── notes : "could you do anything for rodrygo?" YES. absolutely YES. thank you so much for rqing! i tried looking for one-shots for him for reference and found none!? crazy. i love him sm. i hope you enjoy this anon mwah. this is lightly based on better by khalid and 'tis the damn season by taylor swift, but as always, just in general nothing too specific ♡ masterlist.

Every once in a while, Rodrygo goes back home to Brazil.

He seems like he has found a new home in Spain—he has shinier friends there, a shinier career. You see him through the screens of your television when you have the time; you’ve got a life here in Brazil too, after all, though not as polished as his, 10 hours away.

It seems like you two live through completely separate lives—you are never quite as interested as he is in the fame, and the glory, and the spotlight. When you don’t step out of your comfort zone, everything feels so easy and freeing.

You do miss him, though. Sometimes. You try not to wonder if he misses you too.

“You were awake?”

The grogginess in your voice pulls a smile from his lips, and he leans in to place a kiss on your bare shoulder. You awaken to his hot breath against your face, his face shadowed by the sunlight from your window.

“For a good while, yeah.”

“You waited long?”

You don’t like telling your friends that you have Rodrygo Goes wrapped around your fingers every time his feet land upon your city; when your family asks, you tend to avoid the question too by mentioning another one of his stark performances.

“Not long enough,” he chuckles, leaning back to his original position, his hand rubbing the spot where his lips had sloppily left a peck, slithering down your body to intertwine your fingers together.

You furrow your eyebrows, mind still fuzzy from your rest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he laughs this time, throwing his head back.

Your mother insists always that you start dating the winger—it’s safe money, she had mentioned, and she was right. Dating Rodrygo would offer a safe life, marrying him would guarantee it.

But at 23 years old, he doesn’t look like he will settle down anytime soon. You? Well, you think that despite the little bubble you are living in, life goes beyond marrying for financial security.

Life is what you make of it, after all. And letting your friend kiss you in places friends should not see is what you make of it.

It’s what gives you the thrill—that sense of self-pity you have for yourself whenever he would leave and be rumoured with yet another different person; the pride and arrogance whenever he strides back into your arms.

You watch his eyes and the gentle curve of his lips, that you lean up to peck after a few seconds.

In response, he leans to kiss you. And then again. And again. And again. His hand reaches to the small of your back, pulling you closer, pressing your body against each other.

“Damn,” he pulls away just as the heat rises, his thumb tracing imaginary shapes on your skin. “Goddamn.”

You laugh. “Thank you, thank you.”

He joins in, trying to pull you in even closer to him.

“Hey.”

He says your name, somehow even sweeter than anyone else has.

“Yeah?” You snuggle down to his arm, pressing your cheek against his chest.

“I wonder at what point would it be okay for me to say ‘I love you’.”

He looks down at you, and for a moment, a strange silence seeps among you two. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, looking off for a moment, to the door leading to your bathroom, before looking back at you. “But I feel like I love you.”

You blink up—a part of you feels like you should have given a more avid response to his strange question, but the flow of the conversation is so natural that you being just you seens like the right move.

“I don’t want a relationship.”

At your answer, Rodrygo laughs. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m not asking for a relationship,” he shakes his head, still chuckling. “I’m just saying, I love you.”

“Yeah?” You giggle alongside him. “My charm even wards off all those shiny people you met in Madrid?”

“Oh baby,” he sighs, tracing his hand on the back of your neck. “Madrid has got nothing on you, no one there got a thing.”

You roll your eyes, shifting to find a more comfortable position. “Big words, Rodrygo. And you expect me to believe that?”

Rodrygo hums for a moment. “Maybe not. Just that I love you.”

“Stop saying that,” you whine.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he raises an eyebrow, as though defending himself.

“I’m not gonna.” You raise a hand to the base of his neck and pull him closer, close enough for your lips to reach his.

Through the kiss, you feel his lips curving into a smile.

Spain or Brazil, through fame and glory, something inside of you supposes that he misses you too sometimes.

[anikasheep]

You and Asmo have match wearable blankets, the shape are bunny, you bought a gray tabby cat one for Solomon cause you know if you don't buy him one he's be upset and jealous.

Your teacher is a menace who has sins of Pride and Envy at the same time and you can't really deny him so...yep.

Still, thanks to these two, now the others know you three have match wearable blankets.

Lucifer

Secretly want one to match you.

You can buy him a white unicorn one and he'd say no while he wear that.

Or you buy him a dark gray wolf one and he'd use that to tease you.

"Now I am the wolf, doesn't think you'll warm me up with your warmth, lit' bunny."

He's the last one to try it, and he might only wear that when his brothers won't see him.

Beel met him once in the midnight, and Lucifer bribed him to forget that event.

If only you two in his study or room, he'd play with your bunny ears, cuddle with you on his lap.

You two made out in the blankets sometimes before wash them.

Lucifer's breath ghost around your neck and ear, the pleasure of being destroyed and put together again by his love polish your soul and your heart.

Your fingers interlocked.

"Good bunny. Sweet bunny. Time to reward you."

He marked you and chuckles lowly.

Mammon

You bought him a crow hooded blanket.

He's over the moon right now.

Always try to trap you in his blanket.l, it's doesn't matter if you are having a movie night, just tap a glass or water or looking for some snacks.

The greedy man just want to hold you.

Steal his blanket if you think his is more comfortable.

He's fk turned on if you only wear his blanket and spread on his bed, the jewelry and Grimms surround you.

Mammon hover over you while he trace his point finger your curves.

Picking up a coin, he kiss it before put it on your nipple.

You pant and gulp when you feel the coldness against your skin.

Mammon shushes you and licks his lips, the greedy shining in his blue eyes.

"The favorite things in my life, money and my human. Now you're in my nest, I think it's time to start party, don't ya think?"

Solomon

Can you believe that? Solomon, this the greatest and powerful sorcerer in human world, would brag about his adorable apprentice gift him match wearable blankets to other demons.

Barbatos sighed and shook his head, Simeon and Diavolo laughed and low-key envy of that. Luke want to have one too so that he could wear that if you came to the HOL for sleepover night.

Definitely post the photo of you two wear the blanket and doing sth domestic.

Like you're holding a tray of tea and desserts.

Or dusting the living room, or writing some papers.

The one makes the brothers want to roast this sorcerer one is Solomon snapped the face when you're sleeping, on his lap.

One hand ruffles your hair and the thumb is rest againsr on your cheek.

It's belongs to a certain one who is obviously.

Solomon pecks your cheek when you're busy with the papers.

You huffs though it turns to be a smile.

"Need some help?"

"Yeah, I don't understand, what is it asking for?"

Solomon cages you from behind, his cheek lay on top of your head.

"The whole sentence are trying to misleading you. This part is useless, the key words is this one."

He points at a place on the paper. Your eyes follow his beautiful and slender fingers.

"...you didn't listen, do you?"

"No."

Solomon humms after your answer. The next moment, you found that you're laying on the desk, your teacher stands in front of you, your legs is spreaded wide and his fingers poke your delicate petals which between your legs.

"Ahh~ah, my adorable apprentice is really naughty, what should I do to teach them a lesson?...I have a great idea."

He winks at you before your world start to spin and heated.

[thwispsings]

can i get soft lbh and tlj please please please

“Do you see my mother in me?” Binghe asks his father days after their unexpected reunion, tucked away in the isolated abandoned cottage Zhuzhi-lang found for them earlier this week. Tianlang-jun gives him this grief filled smile Binghe has started to associate with his memories of Su Xiyan.

The horrors of the abyss and the gaping maw of his Shizun’s betrayal now seem long gone, like some distant nightmare. His days are filled with discussing human poetry with his father while cooking and quiet comforting silences with his cousin while tending to the little farm they're trying to grow. Binghe now has space in himself to grieve more than just his innocence, his place on the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, he has space in his heart to grieve for more than just himself.

“You have Xiyan's smile, and her nose,” Binghe smiles while looking at the mirror and his father presses a finger to the divot that appears in his cheek “And her darling little dimples,” Then he pinches Binghe’s cheek and laughs at his expression of pure indignation “And you make her exact face of displeasure at being teased.”

His father’s smile is fond but the curve of his mouth speaks of insurmountable grief,  a loss so great it changes who you are as a being. An expression that Binghe has seen many times in the mirror during the course of his life that is a little jarring to see where it might have come from.

“You have my brows and the shape of my shoulders but Xiyan would be ecstatic with joy to see that you got my hair and my moles, she always loved those.” Tianlang-jun says, absentmindedly tucking strands of Binghe’s hair out of his face. His hair is healthier than it’s ever been, finally being taken care of by someone who knows how to deal with it’s curls and bushyness instead of combed to obedience as it's been since his early childhood. His father leans forward and kisses his forehead, right on the demon mark, then gets up and walks to the door to call Zhuzhi-lang inside for dinner.

[asgardxvii]

Strong Warrior

Helloo! I made another one, it took a bit longer 'cause I got an exam in between. Have a nicee day, lovee yaa <3

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Avatar!Reader-AFAB!Reader

Word Count:1,5K+

Yawntu-beloved person.

Tiyawn-love.

Content warning: NSFW/SMUT; some fingering f receiving; description of heat as arousal; lovely!Tsu'tey; lovely couple, i guesss; implied breeding kink; not much dialogue, this guy usually don't talk much; a bit simp Tsu'tey; creampie. Summary: A great Hunting festival, makes a fervent couple look to melt into each other arms for the day.

Sticky heat of the fire making your skin warmer and senses dizzier. Your smiles found a smoother way out, but the warm of the bonfire isn't to blame. A cup of adulterated-drink heavy on your hand as your nerves slipped away, the hunting festival taking place made alcohol easy to get.

 Clans reunited today, encouraging many to engage into the loudness of the celebration. Light flirting of younger mates and the sweet glances stolen by courting couples; rebel looking warrior from other tribe sneaking glances at you, he resembles so much to your mate.

Swaying your head softly side to side, small laugh dying in your throat. While your partner’s heated body suffocated yours, his arm bringing you closer, the curve of your hip grazed as he talks loudly with the group surrounding both. Rubbing up and down till he reached your plump thigh, squeezing mindlessly burning an unknown path on his way. Your tail swinging, as the crawling desire on your core grow further.

Hidden smile shining light into his face, you adore this façade; but right now, you want to keep his attention for yourself. Aching to take him away, this closeness drowning you. Nuzzling yourself on him, your palm sprawl against his purring chest. Sweet breath hitting his nose as you slurred out, “Can we go home, my love?”

Rocking your body with his, wobbling legs taking you back, restraining the usual rapid walk to your hut. “Want me to pick you up, hmm?” teasing voice reaching your ears.

You nodded slowly, “Please,” smaller hands tracing his collar bones. His skin feels feverish, so warm to the touch.

 Calloused palms softly touching your thighs, pecking your cheek as he leaned closer. Body lifted up with ease, hands keeping his hold under your ass, while your legs accommodated on each side of his waist.  Arms embracing him, words bubbling as you fiddle with his braids. Forming a coherent thought in your hot head, “I-I want to feel you more, my strong warrior,” you mumbled quietly near his ear, flushing his skin.

Cheeks warming up as he kissed your skin softly, tantalizing for more. “I know. Your scent tempted me from the start,” words falling over your mouth, “I yearn to have you dripping with my cum, ma tiyawn.”

Breathing each other in, seems like it has been ages since he last touched you, his mind drunk on you. As he pressed your body to the wall, hips flush to your core teasingly rocking his bulge over your clothed cunt. Nails scratching his back, trying to keep your mind together; soft moans swallow by his mouth on yours, sweetness filling the fervent kiss. Parting from you, he kissed your jaw, “You need to be quite out here, my love. We don’t want anyone to hear you, don’t we?” his honeyed tone seducing you. Open mouthed kisses descending to your neck, nibbling your pulsing point, licking the exposed skin as you tilted your head to his attacks. 

Thin sheen of water clouding his gaze. So addicted every time he set his stained eyes on you, standing before him. Your blue skin covered on shinning white dots like stars on the night sky, lilac colors dusting your cheeks and your eyes boring on his as your tail curled on yourself. Forehead crinkly, scowl taking shape on his relaxed face, “Y-you look so beautiful, everyone sees it. Even the-” he half-hissed as his hand traveled higher on your thigh, slender fingers obscenely grazing your navel. “I-It doesn't matter. You belong to me, and I to you.”

Tearing lust on the pit of your stomach growing larger with his confession, forgetful of the place you’re both in, muffled voices and chants drowning out. “Feel me m-more, please. T-touch me,” you begged, rolling your hips into him harder, looking for any kind of friction.

Tears hazing your eyes to the sole feeling of his fingers running along your wetness, bumping your g-spot wantonly. Breathing turning heavy as his digits slid inside your slit, arching your back on the cold wall of hometree, feverish skin itching to the feeling.

Knuckles deep in your pussy, dragging his fingers faster in and out of your dripping hole. Tail wrapping around his wrist, a silent beg to not stop. Prayers of his name getting louder with every pump of his digits in your cunt, endless pace taking you further. Thumb rubbing your clit, hungry to see you fall undone on them. While the bulge under his loincloth bumped your thigh, pre-cum wetting his cloth, fast puff of air tickling your neck. Wet kisses descending slowly to your collarbone, sharp fangs scraping your skin.

 Your hips change their rhythm, seeking to fall over the edge, rutting against him faster; as your rationality dripped along with your climax. Desire to be filled up invading your system back again, his fingers were not enough.

“W-want you inside, T-tsu’tey,” you mewled sweetly for your mate, spreading your thighs further apart for him. A seductive attempted to keep him going, hook him on you.

Tsu’tey’s body is like a sizzling fire, burning in an obscene desire, setting you with him.

 Leaning closer to you, tail swinging impatient, eager to taste you. Crushing his mouth on yours, bruising force taking you for surprise. Gasps inviting his tongue in, teasingly exploring your mouth, still sweet from the drinks from evening. His palm resting over your tail bone, playful thug making goosebumps crawl over your column.

Senses melting with every heated kiss, larger hands enveloping your plump hips, strings of your loincloth untied. Stroking your skin roughly, the depraved need to feel you tormenting him. Swiftly he pulled down his loincloth, freeing his leaking cock. Your mouth salivating at the view before you, your erotic and strong hard-headed partner; the veins on his arms popping out, his face scowling at the loss of contact as his muscular pelvis shinned with dribble pearls of pre-cum.

Flipped to your back, tits pressed to the wall. Large member pressed on the inside of your plump thighs, slick pussy folds grinding against his bare length, clit stimulated with every rut on him.

Cock-head teasing your entrance, tail curling around his thigh, shallow thrusts helping you adjust to his size. As he bury himself balls deep on you, your hands grab on his forearm at the sudden action.

 His eyes closing lost on the feeling of your warm walls around him. His hand sprawl in your lower-belly, a bulge of his cock taking shape, “Can you feel me here, my love?” he growled as your cunt pulsed against every vein on his shaft. A sigh of relief leaving your mouth, feeling so full.

Sweating forming on his forehead, tail twitching following the intensity of his pounding. Hard grip on your hips, desperate to not let you slip out of his hands. Snapping of his hips getting faster, your nails digging on wood as the pooling heat on your lower belly made you dizzier.

Biting your lips keeping your lewd moans down, afraid that anyone besides your mate will hear you. His need to hear you a toxin on his lustful mind, his palm now resting on your pelvis, going lower to your puffy cunt. Sensitive clit begging to be touched, pleased by his fingers. Your body jerking forward, tantalizing grazing of his digit breaking you. 

Nipping the top of your ear, hot breath fanning it, “Can you heard it?” Bottoming out, his glistening shaft rutted on your slick pussy; you complained feeling empty, fuzzy brain trying to puzzle what is happening. As he pumped his engorged cock back in, lewd squelch of wetness filling the quite place, your flush skin burning with every buck of his hips against you. “You sound so g-good, honey. Dripping for your mate.” he groaned, keeping himself together as you clamped on him.

Juices dripping down his balls, obscene slaps of skin to the other clouding your system, excited to be seen like this, your husband so deep in you, claimed over and over again.

 Stinging marks and fresh bites on your body made to shut himself up, intensity of the moment making him tense, possibilities of you being seen on this heavenly state. His possessive grip on your soft hips, kneading them hungrily as they followed his rhythm; fucking yourself on his cock.

 His animalistic thrusts making his grunts louder, while your cunt pulse around him, taking you closer to the edge. “I-I’m cumming, T-tsu’tey,” you cry out, thighs quivering as he fucked your brains out. Print of the collar you made him tickling your back as he held you closer. Orgasm consuming every nerve, muscles trembling, throbbing gummy walls milking his shaft dry. The last thrust of his hips making him hiss, tender cock twitching as his hot cum flooded your hole. 

Rumbling vibrations of celebration, embracing yours, the relaxing aftermath of it. Turning slowly on your heels, leaning closer till your lips touched his; the comfort of breathing the other as one.

“W-where are we going?” you panted, muscles aching as he started moving. Larger hands picking you up like a new bride, you rested your flushed cheek on him, brushing your finger softly over his chest. “Home. I still have to take care of you, yawntu,” he chuckle, kissing gently the crown of your head.

[making-the-crypt-rock]

Pepper, the Harengon

Rabbitfolk gf x human reader

Safe for work. A short, comforting story for those in need of a cuddle.

It's far too cold and you can't sleep without your girlfriend, but she has finally finished studying. Time for bed.

It's late. Even under your favorite blanket, you can't seem to get comfortable and you know exactly why. Pepper isn't here. Your warm, soft girlfriend isn't in bed with you. She, understandably, needed to finish a research paper for her sports medicine class, but knowing that and supporting her does very little to make it easier for you to fall asleep without her. You're cold, and loving support isn't going to warm you up.

Thud, thud, thud. Finally, you hear Pepper's feet coming up the stairs. You can tell that she's trying to sneak, but the wood floor makes that hard for her and her big paws. When the door creaks open, you pick up your head to look at her. She has her ears tucked back and looks exhausted.

"Baby, why are you still up? It's almost one," Pepper says in a worried tone as she steps into the room. You contemplate turning on your bedside lamp, but you remember that her sight is better than yours, when it comes to darkness.

You answer her, "I couldn't fall asleep." You roll onto your side to face her while she changes into a fresh pair of pajamas. "I need my snuggle bunny." You give her the puppy eyes and tuck your knees up. You contemplate giving her a grabby hand, but you think that might be too pathetic.

"Pfft, you're adorable, you know that?" laughs Pepper. Your girlfriend has the prettiest laugh. She places her hand on your cheek. It feels so nice. You sit up and meet her for a lingering kiss. The fur around her lips tastes like old coffee and peanut butter. Her whiskers tickle your cheeks. Before she steps away to put her dirty clothes in the hamper, she leaves a small, soft peck on your forehead that you happily lean into.

"Your paper's done and turned in, then?" you ask as you pull the blankets back on Pepper's side of the bed. It lets in a draft and you're very much ready for snuggle time.

"Yeah," Pepper answers, balling up her clothes and shooting them into the hamper, like the lumpiest basketball that you could ever have seen. "I think I'm in for a good grade, but we're turning them in, tomorrow morning. Dr. Hannover likes physical copies." She slides under the covers and you both jostle together until you're perfectly cuddled up and spooning. Her warm chest is against your back, her arms are wrapped around you, and her legs are entangled with yours. You let out a content sigh, happy to finally be free of the late November chill.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'm sure you're going to get a good grade. You love that class," you reply, yawning, before closing your eyes and preparing to drift off.

"You know what I love more?" asks Pepper, nuzzling against the back of your neck. She leaves a few kisses that make you hum.

You softly chuckle before asking, "What's that?"

Her finger traces the shape of a love heart on your chest. On the first side she says, "I." As she draws the second side, she says, "Love". Then, she taps the center, right over your heart and says, "You." Pepper answers, low and soft. The first time she did that, you called her the sappiest creature to ever exist. Now, you still think it's pretty sappy, but you feel so much joy when she says it.

You pull her paw up to meet your lips, saying, "I love you too, sweet pea," before kissing it. Pepper's foot flitters and you feel her shift to get you, somehow, even closer. Her right hand slides down over your stomach and to your hip. She starts tracing circles over the curve of your pelvic bone and the top of your bikini line. It makes you smile and hum, knowing just what she's after.

"Would you like me to make love to you, tonight, baby?" Pepper asks, in a voice like velvet. She's always been a sweet talker. And you know what they say about rabbits and their propensity for multiplying, not that the two of you could. You roll over, curling into her chest. Her dark eyes look back at you with all the love in the world within them. The glowing stars that the two of you decorated the ceiling with are framing her cute face and you almost don't want to close your eyes.

"You're cute, baby... But not tonight. Maybe tomorrow?" you offer. When you yawn, Pepper instantly follows. She nods and smiles. Then, she kisses your forehead, again, letting her lips linger.

"Maybe works for me, hun," Pepper answers, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "Definitely time for bed." She shimmies into a comfy position, holding you close. You're feeling much warmer and more cozy, now that she's here.

"Goodnight, sweet pea," you say into Pepper's chest.

"Goodnight, baby," she answers, yawning, before the two of you drift off to sleep.

[wowa-bublord]

What are your steps to painting/rendering? I want to start but I don't know how

Step 1: Ooo I like this sketch :3 let me try painting it Step 2: the shading is a bit harsh but it'll look better when it's blended! Step 3: this looks bad Step 4: this looks bad Step 5: this looks bad Step 6: this looks bad Step 7: this looks bad Step 8: this looks bad Step 9: oh wait this is okay actually Step 10: AND POST Haha but really,, I don't have a very set in stone process. I usually start with a colored sketch, and then it's just a lot of blending and refining shapes

For my main advice I'd recommend taking it slow? sometimes when I paint I get frustrated and i wanna color over and fix a whole portion from scratch but that makes it a lot harder. Do it bit by bit, like, focus on the curve of the nose, then the slope of the jaw, then the cheeks, until you got the whole face. Also if you have a thick lined sketching style, remember to erase the lines from the outside as much as you color over them from the inside. Sometimes when I'm rendering I color over the lines with one color completely instead of meeting it in the middle and it can make shapes a little disproportionately thick in some places? (Like, oops, the nostrils are huge now, or his eyes are 14 times bigger than they looked in my sketch).

that's all I can think of hehe. try not to worry if it looks bad while you're working on it. WIPs don't have to look good, they're still in progress!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

i just realized zander netherbrand has the most pottery class energy ever

this hit me harder than the asteroid making contact with jurard t rexford's father's face you need to listen to me

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, suggestive, pet name (darling)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i was thinking about how even though he's the sex appeal of avallum and tries to commit to the hot boy energy he's so soft! i don't know if gentle soul is a good way to put it, but he's so caring and sweet, and he really is the type of person that's sensitive to others' feelings. the sort that notices when someone is feeling "off" and tries to subtly improve their experience, or notices what makes things enjoyable so he can incorporate them more.

[bill nye voice] consider the following: zander in a tee so loose that when he leans over the wheel, it's impossible not to get an eyeful, starting at the defined collarbone that manages to stay hidden in his usual outfit while the rest of his cleavage certainly isn't unfamiliar.

or maybe none at all, so the slip that drenches his hands in dead dirt gray extends to his chest as well. splatters decorate his abs and the worn jeans he works in, top button undone and zipper gleaning over the beginnings of a tattoo.

it takes some time for him to notice you since he's so focused on the clay between his hands. he's hunched over, wing folded in concentration, only for the end to perk up as he sees you from the corner of his vision. and once he does, he gestures you over, ceramic between his fingers, then around yours as well as he guides you to the wheel.

either he holds your hands along the ceramic to shape it or he keeps you in place on his lap. or both. you fit so well wrapped around his arms. two spoons in a set. the slip along his chest is shocking cold at first but eases with his warmth, a slight and pleasing stickiness that blends with you the longer you stay.

zander’s movements aren’t forceful, but they are controlled. his hands cup yours as you strip excess clay from the piece, and rubs them tenderly when the dust starts to settle in the little lines in your skin. he offers wonderful guidance. whenever there’s a lull between the whirring of the wheel and the slapping of wet clay, he’ll whisper in your ear. “what else would you expect, darling, you’re at the perfect angle for my sweet nothings,” he’ll divulge, and his touch will rise up to your wrists, your forearms, tempted to roll your sleeves higher. “try squeezing just a little more… ah, that’s it. it’s very you.”

once you get comfortable working with the wheel he shifts in his seat. the watery clay along his abs spreads to your back. something along the worn jeans prods at you and you’re reminded the top button is undone, and all that’s left is a zipper, easy to down in seconds.

then he grasps at your hands again, wiping away the curls of excess clay from your fingers as you sculpt. “focus.”

it’s hard to follow the order considering the wet smack of clay, his heat treading along you as you sculpt, and the little room between your bodies, but a command is a command and you’re inclined to be obedient while he has you in his arms. the clay curves around your touch, melding into pillars and walls at your fingertips. the piece is starting to take shape now, but you still have a ways to go. at least you’re understanding why this is so relaxing to zander. it’s calm and satisfying.

save for the feathery kiss he presses along the shell of your ear.

you jolt. fluster rises to your cheeks but before you can turn around, zander tightens his hold on you, now fully embracing you. a hand travels around your waist while the breath on your ear freezes you in place. he shushes you with another peck, soft and sweet though you resist the urge to shudder. “i said to focus,” he repeats.

“fortunately, you didn’t leave any fingerprints on the clay after your little… outburst.” zander shifts again, pressing himself up close to your back in the hug. he rests his chin along your shoulder. the scent of the earthy clay melts with his cologne, an intoxicating blend, especially with his soft hair nestled along the base of your neck. “i think that deserves a reward for you, darling.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[samalong1]

How to survive being Gluskin's brids

Tw mentions of childhood sa,abuse,nsfw,and gluskin being gluskin

Ima write fluff for him after

-he's in control period he needs to be if he's in control nothing can hurt him or you

-dont challenge this doing something small will send him into a rage with thrown furniture and smashen plates and if you did something really bad in his eyes your face

-laughs at any mention of truama he may have "oh darling you and your worry" he'd coo brushing it off denying it but his first of rage of his power being slightly taken down and the sobbing he'd do in the locked bathroom not wanting you to see him "be so womenly" as he'd say and deny him ever doing so

-never bring up therapy not after murkoff not if you want your neck to be bruise freed and not having things like whore shouted I'm your face he already escaped he isn't going back even if its healthy therapy he so desperately needs

-just be a good lil house wife wearing his 50's themed dresses with a tight chinched waist and bright heels

-if you want his comfort his hugs and praises to be wrapped up in his arms safe from his rage on his lap as be absently plays with your hair on the couch while he sings that dreaded song you'll just gave to submit to be his helpless lil wife

-he's constantly ogling you he loves his darling wife figure every curve and bump on her skin but really being able to grab and grope you makes him feel so strong and powerful able to bend you to his will

-he'll love dressing you like your his 1950's house wife prancing over in your low neckline tight waist dress with the cute patten sleeves and the long hem that twirls so gracefully with you as you take off his work jacket as you kiss his cheek so happy to have your protector and provider back home as your proudly tell him what roast or casserole you made so lovingly after dinner

-whats his job oh he'll just laugh "oh it isn't a woman's place to worry just know it gives us enough" he'll say proudly proud to provide for his family

-outside of work when he isn't constantly hovering over you singing songs and making sexist remarks as he rubs your waist while telling you how much he loves your child bearing hips he'll be in his office making you more dresses with bright colours and playful patterns his favorite being fruit ones of your lucky you can catch a glimpse of him making a lovely button up dress with a flowing skirt covered in a lemon pattern under the bright yellow ribbon while your cherry patterned dress hung off you while you wipe your hands off on your apron from doing the dishes

-only a peak though as he open the doors briefly he'll see you trying to Leer in and would chuckle and pat your head "such a impatient minx so excited for your husband spoils" but he'll always keep the door closed he hates being watched as he works that's what would lead to him being preyed on as a child when he was coloring or doing homework on the dinner table

-though sometimes he'll grow frustrated saying be can't get the shape and design to elevate but not overpower his wife's beauty but your starting to believe it's more sadistic from how his eyes gleam with how you jumped or yelp when pricked with a needle or how hungry his eyes were when there was a prick of blood as he comforts you scolding his big clumsy hands he loves the comforting you even if it's from his own mistakes or abuse it made him feel big

-also the possessiveness he has scared of the life he always dreamed of and daydreamed of his darkness moments scared some animal undeserving of the wife he sculpted to be perfection would be torn away

-because of that all his dresses will have his name sewn inside the hem to determine any dirty dogs who managed to lift it

-not like you ever manage to go out alone he'll say something sly like "what husband will I be letting a vulnerable minx like you put you need your husband to protect you" its somewhat true but he'll also be giving any man who glances at you the dirtiest angriest glare while his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so scary that the poor teenage cashier didn't dare make eye contact

-though sometimes when he's out at work you'll go out not wanting to wait till the evening to go out and to likely be turned down eith how tired he is from work and how he just needs his wife's cooking and a good foot massage

-one time you got caught when his work let him out early and he was wager to drive home and enter his wife's embrace

-you can't escape his yelling and insults and grip so tight on your wrist it'll bruise but if you simply look down and flutter your eyelashes even after his smack and being called a whore and just tell him that you wanted to get something for dinner and it couldn't wait he'll ease up and blame your woman drive to care for him to overlook your saftey

-if you want to Amp it up just whine and nuzzle into his hand that just hit you and say that you felt nauseous and thought that you finally may be pregnant and you coudnt wait for him to get a pregnancy test and that you also wanted to suprise him it'll quickly put you in his tight embrace and his cooes forgiving you as he goes to clean your wounds

-speaking of kids app sex will have some breeding undertones saying how he'll fill you with his seed and how goof of a mother you'll be

-it's not just cause he so desperately wants a family or a breeding kink but to him it gives the filthy whoreish act meaning and makes it a beautiful step to creating his legacy unlike past acts as a child

-also constantly being called a whore one time you wanted extra good wife points you dressed up in lingeri and the whole time he was slamming into you he was calling you a whore for seducing such a good man like him

-but after he'll grumbled under his breath about you never doing it again

-after sex he'll do his best for aftercare gently wiping you clean and kissing you softly and praising how good of a wife and hopefully if it takes a good mother but you need to praise him

-tell him how good he did and how good of a husband he is and how happy you are to have him and how you love his loyalty just praise sex is vulnerable even more to him and he needs to feel safe after and during

-because of this never try to be a top or play a more dominant role any ask will get you a dangerous glare and a flat out no and if you do something that he sees as you trying to take a lead like riding him and other things it'll instantly stop and he'll get up and go to the kitchen to open some wine accident or not give him space and apologize for acting so whorish and praising him even more

-don't ever try and take the lead without him knowing in a drastic way (not just cause of lack of consent on his part) but as soon as his arms or tied or blindfolded he freaks like in the beginning of whistle-blower screaming and kicking till the restraint is off and the moment your in his line of sight his hands are suffocating you and things hit the walls shattering if you survive you'll forever be labeled a ungrateful whore in his eyes and if he manages to control his urge to string you up to the ceiling like in the gym you'll be locked outside without a word

-short case don't