#it's just so sweet and gentle and soothing

[wonsdoll]

PERFECT MORNiNG ── PJS

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박종성 ／⠀ 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 reader ── fluff + non 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 au ｡｡ happy early birthday to my smexy wexy bee ff milan aka the best jongseong girl there is, i love u dearly pewkie @kairoot ∿ ✦ more

THE MORNING LIGHT SHINED BRIGHT against the mesh certain above your window, gently waking you up from your sleep. it was your birthday, a special day every year for you. nobody loved celebrating your birthday more than your husband jay.

ever since you’ve been married to jay, he’s always made your birthday one to remember. you were absolutely grateful he spoiled you rotten on your special day, a rush of excitement filled your body as you thought about what surprises jay might have up his sleeve.

you smiled and turned towards him, melting in his gaze. his eyes fluttered with affection, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace, one that always made you feel safe and out of harms way. “happy birthday my love..” he smiled. jay kisses you on your lips, a sweet tender feeling. his kisses were slow and soft, a perfect reflection on the type of person he was.

jay pulled away, but only to place another sweet tender kiss on your forehead, then another on your cheek, finally ending at your neck, trailing his soft lips down your skin.

you laughed softly at the tickling sensation, as he placed his kisses along your shoulder and the delicate skin of your neck. “jay.” you whisper, already feeling excited from his affection.

jay grinned, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “i’ve got something special for you today.” he said, his voice laced with excitement.

before you could respond, jay gets out of bed, walking into the next room. a few moments later, he reappeared with a small box, wrapped with a white bow.

“close your eyes.” jay said gently. you complied, closing your eyes softly.

when you opened your eyes, your heart swelled with love. you carefully untied the bow and opened the box, revealing a shiny new necklace, one you had been eyeing down the last time you and jay made a trip to the mall.

“i knew you’ve been wanting this for some time.. and well i had to get it for you, sweetheart.”

your hands trembled as you held the pendant close to you, this was a symbol of your love. “you remembered..” you whispered, barely able to hold the rush of emotions.

“of course i did sweetheart. you deserve everything you’ve ever wanted, especially on your special day.” jay’s fingers reach the necklace, clasping it around your neck.

“you look stunning my love..” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

jay leaned back against the bed, he gently pulls you onto his lap. “how’s your back sweetheart? you know i’ve been telling you to take it easy.” he looked at you, his voice laced with concern.

“i’m okay baby.. i promise i’m not straining it.” you replied, giving him a soft smile. jay gave you a soft smile, a hint of determination in his gaze.

“how about a massage before breakfast?” jay insists, laying you on your stomach, giving him better access to your back.

you were known to have back issues here and there, you brushed it off as aging. however, jay was always concerned for your health and worried about you pushing too much past your limit.

jay’s touch was soothing, the pressure was just right as he worked on your muscles. jay’s voice drifted over you as he whispered “you deserve this.. you’re amazing, i’m lucky to have you.”

you let out a soft sigh, enjoying every second of the moment. “thank you jay..”you murmured into the pillow. “you’ve made today so perfect.”

jay smiled, his hands still working on your back. his gaze of love looked at you, pooling with love in his eyes. “i’m glad, honey.. you deserve the best.”

sav’s ✉️ notes: happy birthday to one of my fave mooties !! my fav memory of milan is when we first became moots and i was so scared of her 😓 el oh el she’s the best mil i love u so bad my baby waby let’s be friends forever >o< !

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[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

I just love this fic! Jason is so sweet, and I wanna wrap him and the reader up in a warm blanket, give them tea, and kiss their foreheads. fr, OP, your work is stunning, and I'm devouring every line!! I talk about my favorite parts below the cut!

The quiet snores echoing in the air and the soothing rise and fall of his chest against your back would usually be enough to lull you into a gentle morning sleep. But usually you can breathe out of both sides of your nose.

Plsss, I was hooked immediately by this!! The relationship building in the first sentence and just how domestic it is has me clutching my heart! And then the next line actually had me giggling. We've all been there fr

You feel a sneeze coming on and try to stifle it, to keep it locked tight in your lungs so you won’t wake the love of your life from the rare bit of peace and quiet he gets. You make no noise, but the shaking of your body stirs him anyway. Damn vigilantes and their preternatural awareness. He hums lazily as he pulls you further into his chest.

ahhh, they're precious!! I know he's an unfairly light sleeper, and you couldn't get away with a thing.

“Then why do you sound like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets?”

WHEEZING!! He's gonna hit, and that's what happens when you mess around with someone when they're already sick 😤

You push yourself out of his arms and make it as far as the edge of the bed before he’s pulling you back to him again. “Aw, c’mon, ma. Don’t be mad. You are sick. Just admit it,” he says, voice kind as he runs his hand up and down your spine.

... he's forgiven, that's adorable, and I'm weak for pet names

He just squeezes you back, then manhandles your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He rises from your bed like you weigh nothing to him, hefting you into the air so that you’re better positioned.

Jason Todd carrying people supremacy. I'm swooning over here!

You can see it in the fact that everything he needed for this was already in your kitchen, in the fact that none of it was there when you fell asleep last night while he was on patrol. Jason cares. He cares from the tip of the stubborn curl that sticks up on the top of his head to the soles of his feet that guide you in a slow waltz around the kitchen.

AHH! THIS!!! Jason Todd and slow dancing in the kitchen is my WEAKNESS!! And he cares so much!! Yes, yes, and yes, this is sooo him! Actually, I'm going insane over this paragraph! Just, yes, I looove the line about the curl of his hair to the soles of his feet, it's just so picturesque. 10/10 has my whole attention. 💙

You nod your head that’s tucked against his chest, sniffling as you feel your nose start to run. Without missing a beat, Jason pulls a tissue from the pocket of his pajama pants and hands it to you.

The sigh I just let out was soooo dreamy

He goes rigid momentarily before he relaxes against you. Then a soft smile breaks out on his face. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning his face away from you. But you can be observant too. You don’t miss the way pink dusts his cheeks and, oh, he looks so pretty like this.

Jason Todd is a pretty boy and I will never keep quiet on that fact!!

Jason reads the new book he was telling you about as you listen to music, dozing in and out of consciousness. It’s not your fault he makes such a great pillow; his large body is warm and soft as he lies relaxed on your sofa. Every now and then, especially when he thinks you’ve fallen into a light sleep, he’ll place a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

SWOONING! Cuddling with him on the couch is just chef's kiss

Carrying you out of bed, making you soup, letting you rest on him, the soft kisses and touches he flutters over your skin; it’s all his way of saying he loves you when the words themselves are simply too much or not enough.

ugh, yes! Sometimes words aren't enough to get the feelings across, but he shows them with every action and look, and I love him, your honor

And maybe it’s the homemade soup settled in your belly, or the afternoon sunlight shining through the window, or the warmth of the man you love beneath you, but you soon find yourself lulled into a peaceful sleep that feels just like home.

This is the sweetest, omg, I feel like I just ate my favorite candy. Seriously, OP, I'm eating up your work!! It's fantastic, and I'm enthralled! 💙💙

darling, won’t you take me home?

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: reader has a mild cold, but nothing much else (lmk if I missed anything)

a/n: this is just a lighthearted sick fic that got real prose-y at the end bc I was listening to my Jason playlist and got all in my feelings while drowsy off cold medicine. again, i give thee my wares.

divider credit: saradika-graphics

You wake to soft light filtering in through the white curtains of your bedroom and the warm weight of your lover’s arm across your waist. The quiet snores echoing in the air and the soothing rise and fall of his chest against your back would usually be enough to lull you into a gentle morning sleep. But usually you can breathe out of both sides of your nose. And you usually don’t feel like there’s sandpaper in your throat. And your body doesn’t usually feel this heavy.

Goddamn it–you’re sick.

You feel a sneeze coming on and try to stifle it, to keep it locked tight in your lungs so you won’t wake the love of your life from the rare bit of peace and quiet he gets. You make no noise, but the shaking of your body stirs him anyway. Damn vigilantes and their preternatural awareness. He hums lazily as he pulls you further into his chest. You think he might be able to doze back off and you’re glad for it. Then your hopes are dashed. One, two, three sneezes wrack your body in succession and you are finally forced to admit defeat.

“Are you sneezing?” Jason asks, groggy but inquiring.

“…no.”

You don’t even know why you tried to lie to him. You’re a bad liar in most cases, and an absolutely abysmal liar when it comes to Jason. He simply sighs and you’d bet twenty dollars that he’s rolling those pretty seafoam eyes of his. He easily turns you in his arms so that you’re facing him. Great, now you really won’t be able to lie to him.

“I told ya that you were gettin’ sick,” he scolds gently.

“‘M not sick!”

He did. And you are.

“Then why do you sound like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

He tries to keep his face serious, but soon the facade cracks and he lets out a deep belly laugh as you glare at him. You push yourself out of his arms and make it as far as the edge of the bed before he’s pulling you back to him again.

“Aw, c’mon, ma. Don’t be mad. You are sick. Just admit it,” he says, voice kind as he runs his hand up and down your spine.

“Okay. Fine. Whatever,” you mumble, your words trailing off unintelligibly.

Jason doesn’t miss it. He never does. Fucking vigilantes and their fine tuned hearing.

“What was that?” he smirks.

You whisper it again, quiet as a mouse. He shakes his head. You smack him in the chest.

“Ah ah, I wanna hear it,” he laughs.

“I said you were right! There! You happy now?” you pout, burying your head in his chest.

You can feel the giggles travel through his body and find it impossible to fight the smile it brings to your face, even if your head feels foggier than Gotham after a heavy rain. You squeeze him tight, a sudden aggressive love for him that you just need to let out. It does nothing to his strong frame. He just squeezes you back, then manhandles your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He rises from your bed like you weigh nothing to him, hefting you into the air so that you’re better positioned.

“C’mon, we’re makin’ soup.”

One thing about Jason Todd is that he’s an amazing cook. He didn’t cook much for himself before he met you. He’s told you he didn’t see any point when cheap takeout would fuel his body just fine for whatever fight was inevitably coming for him. But now he has both the reason and the time to care. And he cares. So much.

You can see it in the way he sets the chicken to bake while he tells you about the new book he got from the bookstore down the block. You can see it in the way his skilled hands, calloused and bruised, slice the carrots razor thin because he knows you hate the crunch of them. You can see it in the barely noticeable look of pride on his face as all the ingredients simmer in the big metal pot, giving your shared home a warm aroma of comfort. You can see it in the fact that everything he needed for this was already in your kitchen, in the fact that none of it was there when you fell asleep last night while he was on patrol. Jason cares. He cares from the tip of the stubborn curl that sticks up on the top of his head to the soles of his feet that guide you in a slow waltz around the kitchen.

“I know you probably aren’t too hungry, but I need you to try to eat at least one bowl for me,” he says in his gentlest negotiation voice as he puts a bowl of chicken noodle soup on the counter.

You nod your head that’s tucked against his chest, sniffling as you feel your nose start to run. Without missing a beat, Jason pulls a tissue from the pocket of his pajama pants and hands it to you.

“And you’re takin’ cold medicine the second you get some food in you.”

He’s not asking anymore, just stating facts.

“Gonna stay up all night watching me too?” you ask teasingly.

“I might,” he retorts.

“I love you too, Jay.”

He goes rigid momentarily before he relaxes against you. Then a soft smile breaks out on his face. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning his face away from you. But you can be observant too. You don’t miss the way pink dusts his cheeks and, oh, he looks so pretty like this. You tell him as much just to watch the soft pink turn to vibrant red.

“Shut up and eat your soup.”

One bowl of soup and a disgusting shot of cold medicine later, you find yourself wrapped in the arms of your lover as you both lounge on the couch. Jason reads the new book he was telling you about as you listen to music, dozing in and out of consciousness. It’s not your fault he makes such a great pillow; his large body is warm and soft as he lies relaxed on your sofa. Every now and then, especially when he thinks you’ve fallen into a light sleep, he’ll place a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

You may not be a vigilante or The World’s Greatest Detective, but you can put all the pieces of the day together well enough. Carrying you out of bed, making you soup, letting you rest on him, the soft kisses and touches he flutters over your skin; it’s all his way of saying he loves you when the words themselves are simply too much or not enough. But the words are enough for you. You swear that you’ll go to your grave finding all the prettiest ways to tell him just how much you love him. Because you do.

And maybe it’s the homemade soup settled in your belly, or the afternoon sunlight shining through the window, or the warmth of the man you love beneath you, but you soon find yourself lulled into a peaceful sleep that feels just like home.

[kkayyerr]

Not me checking everyday to see if you posted, im obsessed with your stories!

can i request Reader throwing a tantrum, and lke, i think in the regular being Rafe's girl it's a pretty toxic dynamic, and he is often rough with her, yanks her and stuff, just being not too soft and gentle with his touches when he's in a bad mood, a slight bad mood even.

And you know, childs usually pick up habits from adults, so when she regresses and she throws the tantrum she is like agressive with rafe like trying to push him or hit him and let's say its the first and only time that happens!:3 thats my scenario you can mold it however you want

Tough Love.

Summary: Rafe had always been tough with little!reader, but he got very surprised when he found out that his little girl is just as feisty as he is.

Warnings: Age regression, Dark!Rafe, non-sexual spanking, slight angst, unhealthy relationship. All SFW!!!

Author’s note: Thank you so much for your sweet words, I hope you’ll like this one!🫶🏻🥹

Rafe was very unpredictable the last couple of weeks. One day he could’ve spoil you, and the next day the only emotion that he would show towards you was anger. His touches became rough, somehow violent, even though he didn’t actually hit you or abuse you in any way. It was just who he was. He had never been very gentle. You knew him for a long time now, and you knew what you were getting yourself into by starting the relationship with him. What you didn’t know is that you would feel so small and overpowered by him all the time. Most of the time you felt weak. You knew that being with him was stressful for you because of his establishment. Rafe also seemed very tensed and anxious almost every day.

You started regressing more often, trying to hide from those thoughts and feelings, but they had only grown bigger. 

It was a peaceful evening for you and Rafe, until you felt the urge to throw a tantrum out of nowhere. Of course it wasn’t out of nowhere; you were just tired of everything and severely overwhelmed. You needed to let those feelings out by crying and screaming, but Rafe didn’t know that. Your tantrum was just another irritating thing for him that he needed to stop before it would make him freak out. 

 

„Baby, calm down.”

 

He said, approaching you, when you suddenly did what he wasn’t expecting you to do. 

You hit him. 

You slapped his face with the full force. 

He just wanted to lean closer to you, so you would feel more grounded and comfortable, but you might’ve feel comfortable enough if you decided that you had a right to lay your little hand on him. He was surprised by your audacity. After everything he had put up with, he got a fucking handprint on his face?

Rafe’s eyes immediately darkened, and the loving look disappeared completely. He was pissed. However, he didn’t hit you back. He didn’t shove or push you. He just went straight to the couch and set down, patting his lap and looking at you. 

 

„Over my knee.”

 

Your skin immediately covered in shivers. He had never used psychical punishments before, especially not spanking. The room was silent; you could only hear how fast your own heart beats. You were terrified of Rafe right now. Somehow that empty look on his face was much scarier than the anger that you got used to. You didn’t want him to hurt you, but he would either way, so you just made your way to the couch, carefully laying down on his lap.

You were scared, and the fact that you were regressed right now was only making the whole situation worse. Much worse.

Rafe’s hands landed on your back, and he caressed you a little bit in the soothing manner before giving you the first slap with his other hand.

 

„I hope you understand that Daddy don’t like punishing you, little one.”

 

The second slap was louder than the first one and felt just as painful. But this time pain mixed with the feeling of guilt. It was your fault; you shouldn’t have slapped him and shouldn’t have given him a reason to punish you. You wanted to be his good little girl after all. 

 

„Why did you hit Daddy, hm?”

 

You felt tears falling from your eyes when he hit you once again. You covered your mouth with your little hand to muffle sniffling and crying sounds. Rafe had hold his laughter back, so he won’t be called a „meanie” later. It was cute how hard you were trying to keep on the strong girl act, even though he knew that it was all just a facade. You were way too vulnerable to be called strong. 

 

„C’mon, answer me.”

 

Rafe said, giving you a last slap. He then immediately helped you sit, pulling you closer while you were on his lap, even though he knew that sitting might’ve been a little difficult for you right now. He gently took your hand away from your mouth, and you let out a couple of loud sobs, before finally answering.

 

„Wanted to feel stwong and big like you!”

 

Those words sounded funny because of your high-pitched childish voice, that was also still trembling from the crying. You didn’t sound like someone who is strong and big, especially not after you just got spanked. Rafe smiled softly; he almost felt sorry for you. How could someone be so stupid and so cute at the same time? 

 

„But strong girls don’t need daddies. Do you want me to leave?”

 

Of course you didn’t want him too. You knew that you simply wouldn’t survive without him. You needed your Daddy, no matter how difficult it was to stick around him lately. You remember him also being there when it was hard to stick around you. 

You shook your head, quickly hugging his neck, so that way he wouldn’t leave you or disappear. His calm breathing relaxed you. He was there, close to you, and he wasn’t mad. 

It was strange to admit, but it was the first time in the last couple of weeks when both of you were calm and happy.

Taglist: @tinylilacbun @rafecameronsloverrrrr @aew-regression-cove

[pinkslipxox]

Could you write something about reader and Billie having a very natural home birth and Billie being so supportive and attentive

hey mami! Omg yes! Hope you like it 💞

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The warm glow of the late afternoon sun spilled softly through the windows, casting a golden hue across the cozy living room. Y/N leaned against the plush cushions of their bed, her heart racing with both excitement and nervousness. She was ready, really ready, to welcome their little miracle into the world. This home birth was exactly what she wanted, surrounded by love, comfort, and the familiar warmth of her own space.

Billie, her wife, moved around the room with a mix of excitement and anxiety, her vibrant green hair caught in a messy bun. She had planned this day meticulously, ensuring everything was in place for Y/N’s comfort. Every now and then, Y/N would catch Billie glancing at her with wide eyes, a mix of awe and concern etched across her face.

“Hey, my love,” Y/N said, her voice gentle as she sat on the edge of their bed. “You okay?”

Billie stopped in her tracks, her eyes softening. “I’m just… You’re so amazing,” she replied, her voice laced with admiration. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. “We’re doing this together, remember?”

Billie nodded, taking Y/N’s hand and squeezing it tightly, as if to ground herself in this moment. “Yeah, together,” she repeated, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Billie's hands were gentle as they intertwined with Y/N's, the warmth of their touch grounding. She looked into Y/N's eyes, which shimmered with a mix of anticipation and determination. "You’re doing amazing, my love," she continued, kissing Y/N’s forehead softly. It was just the two of them, with their midwife quietly preparing in the background, ensuring everything was perfect for the home birth they had envisioned together.

As the first contraction hit, Y/N felt a wave of pressure ripple through her body. She took a deep breath, focusing on the soothing rhythm of her breath, the way Billie’s hand stayed firmly in hers. “Just breathe with me,” Y/N whispered, closing her eyes for a moment of focus.

Billie knelt beside Y/N, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You got this, love. Breathe in… and out. That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice a soft melody. “I’m right here.”

Y/N felt calmer, her mind anchored by Billie’s unwavering presence. As another contraction came, Y/N squeezed Billie’s hand tightly, and Billie winced slightly but didn’t let go. Instead, she leaned in closer, her forehead resting against Y/N’s, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. “You’re incredible. Look at you, my beautiful warrior. Just a little bit longer, and we’ll have our baby.”

The words wrapped around Y/N like a warm blanket, filling her with strength. She focused on Billie’s voice, allowing it to guide her through each wave of pain that came and went.

“You’re doing amazing, Y/N,” Billie said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just think of holding our little one in your arms. I can’t wait to see you as a mom.”

Y/N smiled through the discomfort, imagining the moment when they would finally meet their baby, the culmination of their love. “Me too, Billie,” she replied between breaths, feeling the reassurance wash over her.

As the contractions continued, Billie stayed close, constantly checking in with Y/N, brushing her hands against her belly and whispering love-filled affirmations. “You’re so strong, my love. Everything is going to be perfect.”

With each contraction, Y/N felt power coursing through her body, a primal instinct that was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet through it all, Billie was by her side, unwavering in her support. She brought a cool cloth to Y/N’s forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that formed, and the simple act brought another wave of peace.

Hours passed, and the effort was evident on Y/N’s face, but Billie remained there, unmoved and devoted, and Y/N couldn’t have imagined a better partner to share this moment with.

Finally, when the moment approached more swiftly than Y/N had anticipated, she found herself gripping the bed, breathing through the intensity. “Billie, I—I think it’s time,” she panted, her heart racing with the realization.

Billie’s eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and concern flaring in her chest. “Okay, okay! Just keep breathing. I’m here. You can do this. Remember, you’re my goddess.”

Y/N nodded, feeling empowered by Billie’s words even as the contractions peaked. “I love you, Billie,” she whispered, her voice trembling but firm.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Billie replied, her voice filled with pure affection. “You’re my everything.”

With Billie’s and the midwife’s encouragement keeping her grounded, Y/N summoned all her strength, embracing each wave, guiding her body as she prepared to bring their baby into the world.

As the incredible moment approached, Y/N was engulfed by a mix of sensations—pain, excitement, and overwhelming love. Billie held Y/N’s hand tightly, never leaving her side, whispering constant reassurances and reminders of the joy that awaited them. “You’re almost there, love. Just one more push.”

With a final surge of determination, Y/N pushed through the pain, and Billie’s voice became a symphony of praise, urging her on. “That’s it! You’re doing it! Just a little more!”

And then, in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, it happened. A beautiful cry filled the room, and Billie’s face lit up with joy. “We did it! Oh my god, Y/N, look!”

Y/N blinked through tears of relief and happiness, her heart swelling as Billie cradled their newborn, bringing the tiny bundle closer. “You did this, Y/N! Our baby is here!”

With shaky hands, Y/N reached out, gently touching her baby’s cheek, feeling the warmth between them. “Hi, little one,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Billie leaned in, kissing Y/N tenderly on the forehead. “You’re incredible, princess. I’m so proud of you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

In that moment, as they gazed upon their newborn, Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—two devoted wives, now proud parents, forever united by their love and this beautiful journey they had shared.

[blingblong55]

What Would I do?-Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: I woke up, wrote this in the middle of the night, listened to my sleeping playlist and decided that you could need this, so...here you go. All the events aren't written in chronological order, but rather moments at random that lead to something...I won't spoil this part, so read it, babes. I know this isn't to the quality of the latest ones I've put out but just bare with me on this one, I had a lot of ideas! And you’re more than welcome to search the title on Spotify, it’s a good song that obviously matches this fic

-- F!Reader, established!relationship, fluff, boyfriend!simon --

Boyfriend, what a word for a man like him. Is it the sweetness of your touch? Could it be the way you are so gentle with him? Maybe it's the way he found himself driving to your place instead of his own after a long day of work. Whatever it is, the answer to all his problems is you. You, you, you, and lovely you. 

From the beginning, he told you he isn't a man that will ever be called a husband. You, of course–saddened by this comment–just nodded and accepted it. He always meant it because, with the life he's had, there is no way in hell he would want to add to his worries. Plus, he doesn't need love, doesn't need the companionship. It's just him and the stress he carries. 

Then, you came in. 

"Before we begin this, I won't ever marry you, I'm not sorry if you feel bad, it's just my decision." He states and since it's a fresh relationship, you nod, "I understand." 

From then on, he didn't need to remind you. It was always in the back of your head that no matter what, he'd stay a boyfriend. Even now, five years into a relationship. Living in separate places, and different friend groups, your love for him persists and you stay through the good and bad. Maybe it's because even if you'll never wear the wedding dress in your Pinterest board, you will have him, for however long he'll have you. Please, god let it be forever. 

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"I can't sleep," you say over the phone. This is how it started. How after one year together, he finds himself driving to your place, you didn't ask for it but he won't let your insomnia ruin your day off. What is it about you that has him finding ways to make your life better? Could it be that you drove to pick him up one time from the airport? Maybe it's the way kissing you feels? No, that can't be. Is it that you understand him? Maybe. 

Whatever it is, he unlocks your front door with the spare key you gave him. As he approaches your room, he finds you listening to the song you said reminds you of him. What's this weird feeling in his chest? Why does this scene make him feel warm? Goosebumps, no, he never gets goosebumps. 

He pushes your door gently and you turn around. "Simon, hi," you immediately pause the song, hoping he didn't recognise it in time. But he did and that caused him to smile—oh silly girl. "Hi, lovie," his voice much softer now. Hesits down, wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your head. "What's in that pretty head of yours, hm?" he asks and at the same time, you find yourself to be more comfortable in his hold. 

"Everything," you mumble and that's when you hear that deep and soft chuckle of his.

Within five minutes, he finds himself lying in bed with you, holding a book he found on your nightstand. He looks down at you, your head resting on his chest, right where it belongs. 

As you close your eyes, that's when you hear it, he starts to read out loud. Usually, he would just lay in bed until you fell asleep. But not tonight, something told him to just read to you. Is it that maybe he wants you to be comfortable? Toprovide you what you provide for him? Whatever it is, it has got him here. His voice is soothing, it's calming in many ways. He doesn't understand it, no matter how many times you explain that you love it. 

--

"Lovie?" he calls out to you when he arrives at your place. This is the first time he calls you a pet name. It feels...odd but good to do this. He steps further into your place, the lights are dim, something he knows you love because it makes the rooms more "aesthetically pleasing to walk into". "Love?" he calls out and that's when panic sets in. 

You always answer, to the first time he calls your name. 

He rushes into your room, only to see you asleep. There is a moment when his gaze softens. It's almost comical how much he has changed. How much he has wanted to change. 

He was never like this with past partners, I mean he did like them and all but with you, he is trying and trying to understand all your creases, to become someone worthy of much more than that sweet smile you give him. So, he leans by the doorway to your bedroom and watches you sleep. 

How can someone be so beautiful at all times? How can you make him feel so...good? So safe and happy? God, he loves you. And as he watches you sleep, he feels his chest warm up, something odd and for a second it feels like he is getting a heart attack. But then he realises it.

He is in love...true love. 

--

"What's this?" he asks as one day he finds you, sitting by the dining table with a cake and a candle. 

"It's your birthday, and I know you don't celebrate but...maybe this can be a one-time thing," your voice soft and that's when he feels his chest tighten. He drops his bags, makes sure the door is locked and sits beside you. He pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you. You light up a singular candle, holding the small cake to him. 

At this moment, when the only light comes from the candle and the kitchen hood lights, he can take his mask off and appreciate how you gently sing for him. This was the first time he celebrated his birthday, well...first time in over a decade where it felt good to do so.

When he blows the candles, his gaze shifts from the cake to you. You kiss his forehead and his brows furrow whilst his eyes close. God, this is home. "Happy birthday, Simon," you whisper as you set the cake down. 

Maybe heaven is real after all. His faithless prayers were answered and his angel arrived. 

--

Coughs, headaches and long naps.

Simon has been sick for three days so far and has possibly got the best nurse around. You.

"Eat–"

"I'm not hungry, y/n," he says but you give him that mum look. "Eat, Simon." you persist and he sighs, opening his mouth as you feed him a spoonful of soup. You smile as you watch him eat. It worries you that this is the first meal he actually accepts but you're also content about it. "S'good," he comments and you nod. Of course, it's good, you think. 

As you leave the room to get him some warm tea, he lays there, appreciating the past days. He wouldn't admit it but he loves this, loves to get pampered by you. It's the first time in so long that where feels cared for, like someone out there means all the little things they do to make him feel better. 

--

Dinner at your family's house. He is nervous even though he's been here before. This time he feels different, there is something in the air tonight. He holds your hand as you walk through the threshold. 

Greeting family members was always the longest part but if you enjoy it, so will he. 'God, this wasn't me before you came in, Y/N,' he says to himself. 

Sitting around the family room, your sibling's children run around and while you get carried away talking and gossiping with your siblings, he finds himself being the centre of attention to all the children. "Uncle Simon, I want to fly like a plane again!" one of the younger kids exclaimed. You look around and see him there, holding a child in his arms, the biggest smile on him as he watches the child giggle while he parades them around the room as if they were a plane. 

He puts the child down, looks over at you and his gaze softens. Your heart melts at this. He has never looked so perfect like right now. 

On the drive home, he holds your hand in his as he drives. 

There is something in the air. Something sweet that screams future life. He looks over at you for a second then back at the road. That's how he finds himself picturing you and him, moving in together, settling down and running around the house you both call home, chasing your children while he tries to fix the light in the kitchen. 

Domesticty is what he craves when it's just you two.

--

There came a time when he lay in bed with you, shirtless with only his boxers on as he laid his head on your chest. Hisarms lazily resting at your sides, bodies intertwined while he listens to your heartbeat. Your hand caresses his back while the other runs from his neck to his hair. He hums, slowly mumbling about his day. Maybe after all havingsomeone isn't the end of the world. 

He closes his eyes, taking in the comfort of your hold, the bedsheets and the safety he feels at this exact moment. 

--

Three days, that's how long it took for a mission to last before he calls you, mid-day for him, midnight for you. "My love, where are you?" he asks in a panic. "Home, why? Is everything okay?" you ask before he cuts you off. "I was taking a nap and dreamt that you died," he says, nearly out of breath. 

"Trust me, it will be hard to get rid of me, you've got me for at least thirty lifetimes," you say with a smile and he can hear it. He loves it when you distract him with witty comments. "I better have you for more than thirty, my love," he says at that moment, the nickname feels right. More than right. He wants to keep calling you that until his dying breath. 

--

It was a random evening. You were stuck figuring out some hobby of yours as he cooked dinner. And as he waits for the food to be done baking he leans on the counter and looks out the window. 

He thought about the one time he dodged a failed relationship with you. 

What if you hadn't sat down and talked it out? Would you be in another man's arms? Would you be giving them the kisses that belong to him? What if your cuddles belonged to another guy? 

Your laugh rings in his ears and he can't imagine you laughing at any other man's jokes but his. Who but you to laugh at his jokes, your hand on his shoulder or chest as your eyes crinkle at the corners like always? 

It hits him suddenly that all those years ago when he told you that he would never be someone's husband should have never been said. You know why. It is because he won't be someone's husband, not when in his mind he has been yours all along. Sure he doesn't have the official title but the nose kisses you give him, the ones where he pretends to hate them with a grumble are something. 

--

"There is something, something I lied about years ago when I met you." he begins. You're in his lap, surely it isn't to end this sweet love. "I find myself hating on what I said, hating that it's been a lie. I love you," his voice softens at those three words, he sighs and looks into your eyes. "I have no idea what my life looks like from the outside, but when I look at my future, there is one thing I see," he clears his throat. "You, I see you and me. I always thought of myself as the guy everyone forgets about, because he had three friends and that was it."

He takes your hand in his, "And then, you came along, and I see a life, I see myself in ways I never did before. Youchanged me, you make me want to keep coming home, coming to hold you, to show you I will never break my promise." His lips find your knuckles, "I have no fucking idea what life is after you because I don't want a life after you, I want my life to be spent here. I have no clue what or who I was before you came into my life. What would I do without? No clue but I know what to do with you now," he looks into your eyes and you see how much he means every word. 

"Just promise me this, stay with me." he gently gets up and your gaze shifts as now you look up at him. "Stay, because I am nothing but a lifeless soldier, looking for someone and I'm done looking, y/n, I found you and that's all I need now," he says. 

He gets down on one knee, "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" He asks, his gaze full of so much hope and in that moment, your heart races. Tears well up in your eyes and you nod. Speechless but with a huge grin, you nod. 

"Yes," you manage to say. You don't even notice the ring, but you feel him slide it onto your ring finger. He smiles, like a child on Christmas as he gets up and embraces you, making sure this isn't him creating an illusion. 

"Oh, my love," his voice muffled, face buried in your neck. "I love you so much and I will prove to you that this wasn't a mistake. I will make you the happiest woman alive," he says, pulling away and kissing you with conviction. 

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[emmkayy03]

🌙 Moon vs. Venus Beauty: The Soft Glow or Magnetic Allure? 💕

Let’s talk about two of the most iconic forces of beauty in astrology — Moon and Venus. If the Moon is the soft lullaby that soothes your soul, Venus is the sultry jazz that makes you feel alive. Both create different flavors of beauty, charm, and charisma, and the way they manifest is endlessly fascinating. Let’s dive in, shall we?

Physical Beauty: The Difference is in the Vibe

When you look at someone with a strong Moon influence, their beauty feels like home. Think Aishwarya Rai(Hasta rising), with her round, symmetrical features and a radiance that’s more celestial than earthly. Moon beauty doesn’t scream for attention — it whispers, gently drawing you in with soft eyes and an air of quiet mystery. Their faces tend to be heart-shaped or round, with skin that glows like it’s been kissed by the moonlight. Their hair often looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial: soft, wavy, and silky.

Moon beauty has an added layer — it’s not just what they look like, but how they make you feel. When you’re around a Moon-dominant person, it feels like you’ve finally found your way home. Their presence is nurturing, as if they’re silently saying, “You can rest here. You’re safe.” There’s an emotional gravity to them, like they intuitively know what your soul needs.

Now, Venus beauty? That’s the kind of allure that turns heads and stops conversations. Venus is all about glamour, luxury, and undeniable sensuality. Think Priyanka Chopra or Megan Fox — sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes that feel like they see right through you, and lips so full and perfect they could start wars. Where Moon’s beauty is soft and comforting, Venus is bold and provocative. Their complexion glows, but it’s a velvety glow, polished to perfection like fine jewelry. Their bodies? Venus doesn’t just have curves; she is curves.

Behavioral Patterns: Gentle Grace vs. Bold Magnetism

Here’s the thing about Moon beauty: it doesn’t just sit on the surface. Moon-ruled people (especially those with nakshatras like Rohini, Hasta) exude a warmth that feels healing. They’re the ones who listen deeply, who laugh softly, and whose presence feels like an embrace. They don’t need to try to be charming; they just make you feel like you’ve finally found someone who gets you.

Moon natives have a quiet charisma that pulls people in without overwhelming them. You might find yourself telling them your deepest secrets after five minutes of conversation because they radiate an aura of emotional safety.

Venus, on the other hand? She’s the life of the party, the person everyone flocks to because they just have to know her. With Venus nakshatras like Bharani, Purva Phalguni, or Purva Ashadha, there’s this magnetic quality that screams confidence. Where the Moon might invite you over for a heartfelt chat, Venus will make you laugh, flirt shamelessly, and leave you obsessing over her presence long after she’s gone.

The Eyes: Pools of Emotion or Mesmerizing Seduction?

Moon eyes are the kind that make you feel things. They’re large, watery, and brimming with emotion, like they’re always on the verge of tears — but in a way that makes you want to protect them. Think of Marilyn Monroe’s soft, vulnerable gaze, or the way Julia Roberts’ eyes seem to smile even before her lips do.

Moon-dominant eyes don’t just look at you; they see you. Their gaze carries an emotional depth that makes you feel understood, even if they don’t say a word. Being around them feels like returning to a place you didn’t realize you missed.

But Venus eyes? Oh, Venus eyes don’t ask you to protect them — they command you to worship them. They’re almond-shaped, sultry, and impossible to look away from. Look at Megan Fox’s stare, and you’ll know exactly what I mean. Her gaze doesn’t just meet yours; it owns it.

The Smile: Sweet Warmth or Seductive Curves?

A Moon-ruled smile is pure sweetness. It’s not just a smile; it’s an invitation. You see it in someone like Madhubala — soft, symmetrical, and just vulnerable enough to make you feel like she’s letting you in on a secret. Their smiles come from the heart, and you feel it.

Meanwhile, Venus smiles are more like a weapon. They’re sharp, deliberate, and almost dangerously inviting. Think Priyanka Chopra, whose smile can flirt with an entire room at once. It’s a smile that knows exactly what it’s doing — it’s not just pretty; it’s calculated.

The Body: Comforting Curves or Voluptuous Glamour?

Moon beauty carries a softness in their body that feels natural and nurturing. It’s not about being slim or curvy — it’s about balance. Moon-ruled people tend to have bodies that look like they’re built for warm hugs, with soft, round edges that feel inviting rather than intimidating.

Venus beauty, though? That’s the kind of body that fashion designers dream about. Curves in all the right places, and even when they’re not naturally curvaceous, there’s something about their proportions that just screams luxury. They carry themselves like they’re on a catwalk, even when they’re in sweats. Kim Kardashian, with her iconic Venusian hourglass figure, is a textbook example of this energy.

The Nakshatras: Home vs. Desire

Nakshatras tell us everything about how these planets play out. Moon nakshatras (Rohini, Hasta, Shravana) lean into nurturing, comfort, and emotional resonance. Rohini natives often have lush, fertile beauty — they’re the archetype of feminine grace. Hasta brings precision and charm. They attract and seduce by making others feel their warm and inviting aura and just melt down, it all happens subconciously tho.

On the other hand, Venus nakshatras (Bharani, Purva Phalguni, Purva Ashadha) are built to seduce. Bharani is raw, powerful, and magnetic — Priyanka Chopra’s sharp features and bold presence come to mind. Purva Phalguni is playful and indulgent, while Purva Ashadha is glamorous and commanding, demanding attention without even trying.

Big 3: The Dominant Energy

If the Moon is in your Big 3 (especially as the Ascendant or Moon sign), you’re likely to exude that soft, nurturing glow. Moon-dominant people are the friends who make you feel safe, the lovers who cradle your soul, and the stars who shine without blinding.

If Venus takes center stage in your chart (especially as the Ascendant or Venus sign), your beauty is unforgettable. Venus-dominant people are the ones who walk into a room and make everyone stop and stare. They ooze confidence, sensuality, and a touch of unattainable perfection.

The Final Takeaway

If you’re more Moon, your beauty lies in your softness, your ability to soothe, and the way you make people feel like they’ve found a home in your presence. If you’re Venus, your power is in your allure, your boldness, and the way you inspire desire and admiration.

So, which energy do you resonate with? Are you the glowing comfort of the Moon or the magnetic seduction of Venus? Either way, the universe is lucky to have your light. 🌙✨

[v6quewrlds]

Dad Joe who accidently hurts their daughter while doing her hair, and he feels bad and comforts her and gives her treats, etc. The reader comes home to the both of them, passed out on the couch, watching a movie with treat wrappers around them. Joe wakes up and explains and comforts him, telling him it was a common accident. Just thought it would be fluffy and sweet.

♡♡♡

joe looked down at his illuminated phone screen. 10 am. he had been at this for an hour and a half already. this was his first time attempting to take care of amara's dark coils alone, and your written instructions were more complex than any playbook he had ever studied.

he had somewhat successfully gotten through the wash routine but the detangling process was a whole different story. he knew he had to be gentle, but it was so easy to get lost in his concentration and accidentally yank too hard.

amara scrunched up her nose and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable tug. joe took a deep breath and gently pulled the comb through her hair, creating a part down the middle. "perfect," he whispered to her reflection, his voice full of pride.

he picked up the tiny hair ties, each one a vibrant shade of pink, and began to separate her hair into two sections. the first pigtail went up without a hitch. but as he moved to the second section, his fingers slipped, and the comb snagged on a particularly stubborn coil.

"ow!" amara whined, her eyes flying open. tears spilled down her cheeks, and joe's heart clenched. he had been so close. he gently brushed the tears away with his thumb, his eyes filled with apology. he set the comb down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

her little body trembled with sobs as he held her, and joe felt his own eyes sting with the pain of knowing his baby was hurt. "i'm sorry, amara," he said again, his voice soft with whispered emotion. "i'm so sorry. did that hurt really bad?"

amara nodded, her chin wobbling as she buried her face into his shoulder. "how about some candy?" joe offered, trying to lighten the mood as he carried her to the kitchen. "it's our little secret, okay?" he opened the pantry and pulled out a bag of her favorite mini reese's cups, the sweet smell wafting through the room.

amara's sobs slowed as she looked up at him with curiosity, her eyes red and puffy. "candy?" she sniffled.

he placed her in the high chair and gave her one of the mini-cups, watching her face light up as she took a bite. he sat opposite her, his eyes watching her expression carefully as they shared the sweet treat. the chocolate stuck to her fingers and her cheeks, but joe didn't mind. it was a small price to pay for the small giggle that escaped her mouth.

with renewed patience, joe began to braid the second pigtail, taking his time with each strand. his large fingers worked deftly, despite their size, as he carefully shaped amara's hair into the style nyla had taught him. the kitchen grew quiet except for the sound of their munching and occasional giggles as joe tickled her neck with the end of the braid.

"all done, pumpkin, wanna take a look?" joe held out his phone, the camera app open and ready to capture the moment. she nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with excitement.

he snapped a picture of her with her new hairstyle, amara's smile was a mix of joy and relief, her eyes shining with excitement to show her mommy. "look how pretty you are," joe said, his voice full of pride as he held up the phone for her to see. she beamed back at him, a chocolate smear on her cheek adding to the charm of the moment.

they cuddled on the couch, joe's strong arms wrapped around her as they watched her favorite cartoons. the comforting embrace helped soothe any remaining sting from the hair-pulling incident. her head lolled onto his shoulder, and he felt her breathing even out as the sugar rush from the candy began to wear off.

joe's eyes began to droop, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep. amara's soft snores grew louder, synchronizing with his own deepening breaths. he knew he should clean her up before you returned, but the warmth of her tiny body pressed against his own was too comforting to resist. soon, they were both fast asleep, their snores echoing in the quiet room.

the door creaked open, and you stepped in, your sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor. the sight before you made you smile, despite the mess of hair products scattered across the table. joe and amara slept peacefully, with chocolate smudges on amara's face and the brown wrappers of the mini reese's cups scattered like confetti around them.

you couldn't help but chuckle at joe's expression - a mix of exhaustion and contentment. it wasn't often you saw your husband so at ease. here he was, snoring lightly, his chest rising and falling with the same rhythm as your daughter's.

setting your groceries down, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of the two of them, capturing the tender moment and sending it off to the grandparents' groupchat. the image of joe's gentle embrace, amara's head nestled into the crook of his neck, was one you knew would be framed and cherished. despite his grumbling about your complicated hair care instructions, he had clearly risen to the occasion.

[autonomousroboticorganism]

period madness (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader

summary - your Cybertronian partner finds out just what a human woman's period entails.

warnings - none

a/n - Knock Out's takes place when he defects to the Autobots. also, don't fight me, these are based on my experiences and what helps me.

OPTIMUS PRIME - cramps

While he may not fully understand what's going on and what's happening to your body, he is still extremely attentive and supportive. He is there to provide any comfort you need, and will not hesitate to take one of the other humans out to a convenience store if you need anything. He knows when it's that time of the month because he'll walk into base after another mission and see you laying face-down on the couch.

"Are you okay, (Name)?"

An unintelligible grumble from you was the only response, before Miko spoke for you, "Her cramps are bad this month. Really bad."

Optimus looked back at your figure, then reached over the railing to carefully lift you into one of his servos, ever the gentle giant. If there was one thing he did know during this time, it was that you were somewhat appeased by warmth.

"How was the mission?" You finally looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears from the pain.

"I shall tell you all about it when you are warm and comfortable," the Prime replied, taking you to his room in the base and laying on his berth. He lay you on top of him, right over his spark where it was warmest. "Is this better?"

"Mhmm, much," you sighed in relief and satisfaction, curling up on his warm chassis. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he smiled, happy that your pain was eased, if only slightly. "Today was quiet, no sign of Decepticon activity. We found an empty Energon mine that had been stripped entirely of its contents."

"Aw, man," you empathised, "I hope you guys find some soon. But I welcome a quiet mission, as opposed to you going out and getting hurt."

It warmed his spark to know that even while you were in pain, you still worried about him getting hurt. He knew you cared very much for him and the team, but he was unaware it was to this extent. He carried on with his story, explaining how they had found something more disturbing than an Energon mine filled with cons. You listened intently despite being overwhelmed by pain in your uterus, happy to be distracted by one of his tales. And it always helped that you liked to listen to his deep voice, because it was soothing to hear.

BUMBLEBEE - emotional

Bumblebee knows a bit more than Optimus, but less than he feels he needs to. So a few days before your period, when you exhibit the warning signs, he asks Miko - with Raf as translator - to help him with research on the topic so he's better prepared to help you. He doesn't want to let you know he does this, but you know and you think it's very cute. And sweet.

He knows when you have it, because on your first day you storm into base looking for him and you cling to him like a little koala. He has no complaints of course, until you end up crying into his arm.

Immediately he's concerned, his little beeps translating in your mind to 'are you okay?' Apart from Raf, you were the only human who could understand what he was saying. Neither of you knew why, but it was so convenient and a happy coincidence that you never questioned it.

"Today I saw a duck," you sobbed, "And you know, it reminded me that Jasper doesn't even have ducks because we don't have any lakes and..."

You rambled on and on, tearfully so, while Bumblebee shot Smokescreen a confused look. Your guardian shrugged.

"She's been emotional all day."

The scout turned his attention back on you and held you up, whirring and beeping in concern. You stopped whatever story you had launched into afterwards and looked at him, before your eyes lit up.

"Ice cream? That sounds great!"

Bumblebee beeped and whirred again, telling Smokescreen where you two were going before transforming and driving off with you. He played some of your favourite music, and eventually you calmed down enough to look at birds and not burst into tears.

Once you had your ice cream, he took you on a nice, long scenic drive. The long way back to the base. You relaxed in his passenger seat, happily eating your cold treat.

"Thanks, Bee," you smiled, "I can always count on you."

The scout beeped back that you're very welcome and he'd do anything for you. And he mentally thanked Raf and Miko for telling him that ice cream might be a good idea for mood swings.

SMOKESCREEN - cravings

The newbie is not as great with human beings as he'd like to be. He'd had to learn a lot since coming to earth, and one of those things was to navigate a relationship with a human being. One that was both his girlfriend and his charge. So throw periods into the mix and you have...a very very confused Autobot. He knows absolutely nothing about periods, stemming from his lack of knowledge about the human anatomy.

"So...why don't human guys bleed?"

"SMOKESCREEN!" You protest with a burning face. "You can't just ask that!"

"I...thought it was a valid question?"

You sighed, "Men don't menstruate because they don't have to have babies." At his clueless expression, you added, "They don't have to give life to what you call sparklings."

"Ohhhh..."

He still didn't understand. Nonetheless, he was eager to help. Anything you asked of him, he tripped over himself in his rush to do it. Anything you wanted or needed, he found a way to get for you. Hugs and kisses? Of course! Cuddles? He would never say no to that. He had grown so fond of and attached to you that he was even clingier than you were on your period. But you thought it was sweet.

"So it hurts...here?" The giant mech prodded your uterus, gently.

"Mhm," you nodded, devouring a slab of chocolate Jack had given to Smokescreen to give to you. "Hey, don't poke me!" You smacked his servo away.

"Sorry," his faceplates burned in embarrassment.

He watches you happily munch on your chocolate, amused that such a small thing could appease you when just moments ago you had been screaming at Ratchet for not knowing about female human anatomy.

KNOCK OUT - body pain

Knock Out knew humans were fragile. He's used that against the Autobots multiple times when he was a Decepticon. But now that he's become an Autobot, he has to be extra careful around you, Jack, Miko, Raf, June and Fowler. Especially you. But it seemed that every month you would go into a state where your body hurt for no reason at all, and it wasn't until June explained to Knock Out what you were experiencing that he finally understood.

"(Name)! Are you okay?!" The medic panicked, rushing to your side the moment he heard a pained whimper come from you.

You were trying to roll over on the couch, but sharp pain erupted in your lower back causing you to let out that sound. You looked up at your concerned boyfriend, pretty optics putting you at ease.

"Mhm, just really sore."

Knock Out looked at June in desperation, and the older woman laughed at the fact that he had once kidnapped her and forced her to play a crueler version of hide-and-seek, but now he was desperately seeking her medical advice.

"I'll get some painkillers and water that you can give her," the nurse stood to go retrieve those items.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked you in the meantime. Knock Out hated feeling useless, helpless, which was a side effect of being criticised so often.

"Pick me up?" You suggested.

The bot was more than happy to oblige, lifting you onto his servo with surprising gentleness. You happily laid on your back on the warm metal, sighing contentedly until your head started to hurt.

"Maybe also poke me in the head?"

"What?! I could kill you!"

"That's kind of the idea. My head is already doing that."

"I will not terminate the one good thing I've managed to earn, thank you very much," he insisted, cooling his free servo and pressing a non-lethal part of it to your temple. "That better?"

The pain in your skull receded, and your body relaxed, "Oh, much better. Thank you, Knock Out."

The bot beamed at the grateful response, "You're very welcome!"

June returned with the painkillers and a bottle of water, which Knock Out carefully handed to you with the servo he had used to ease your headache. He watched you intently as you took the medication, before lying back down on his palm.

"Now just hold me."

The former con eagerly obeyed that command, even taking you to his assigned room in the base and laying with you on top of him on his berth. He placed a servo over your smaller frame, practically blanketing you with it. He further eased your pain by slowly running it up and down your back, gently and affectionately caressing you. The mad doctor had truly changed for the better.

SOUNDWAVE - nausea

Soundwave had taken it upon himself to learn about humans when he'd first taken you. So he knew very well what the warning signs of anger, hunger and cramping meant. He was well-equipped to help you, because this bot is hardly ever ill-equipped for anything. He searches the human internet for things he can do to help ease your pain and make this uncomfortable period of time more bearable for you. So you usually find stuff you need and crave during your period already laid out on his berth when the first day comes.

The Decepticon walked into his berth one of those days to see you happily munching away on the snacks he'd gotten Laserbeak to acquire for you. Speaking of the little bird, you were laying atop one of its wings, and Soundwave always liked to see how comfortable you were around it.

But then a weird look came over your face, and you turned a little sickly. The bot worried that the snacks had done something to you, but you just set them down and curled up, breathing in and out deeply. Soundwave was by your side in a second, touching your shoulder in concern.

"I'm-I'm fine," you reassured him. "Sometimes I just get nauseous. And sometimes it's the snacks that I like that cause it. I can't explain it."

The silent Cybertronian nodded to say he understood, before scooping up into one servo and soothingly rubbing your back with the other. Then he handed you a sugary drink he'd also obtained for you, his screen showing you research saying that something sweet and fizzy might help.

You smiled at him and took the drink, taking a few sips and finding that he was right, "Thank you, Soundwave. I can always rely on you."

His screen showed something else now, a bright red heart. Your cheeks heated up, and your smile became flustered at the gesture. Despite being committed to not speaking at all, he could be expressive and sweet when he wanted to be. His actions always told you more than his screen did, though.

SHOCKWAVE - bodily insecurity/bloating

Like Knock Out and Ratchet, Shockwave is scientifically and biologically knowledgable. He's an expert in all things physical and mental. Unfortunately, he spent so much time on a dead Cybertron that he was completely helpless when he first got attached to you on earth. Fortunately, he was a quick learner and very studious. Meaning he found out pretty quickly what he was meant to do during a time like this. Though sometimes, you still confused him.

Like now, when he walked into the room to see you sitting in front of something that mirrored your reflection. You were frowning and poking your midsection, eyes becoming glassy and bottom lip trembling.

"What has happened?" The intimidating Decepticon approached. "Are you hurt?"

"No," you wailed. "I'm getting fatter!"

"..."

Shockwave was, well, shocked. He never thought once that you were a displeasing weight or size, and he would never mind or care if you were picking up weight. But in this case, it was not true.

"Little one, that is a most illogical statement," he picked you up with his one servo. "You are not looking any different."

"Then explain this!" You cried, poking your stomach again.

Once more, Shockwave failed to see the issue, "You are perfect, my little human. There is nothing wrong with you."

"You're just saying that!"

"Have you ever known me to lie?"

"No..."

"Then cease your worrying," he reassured you. "I understand that on your...period, as you humans call it, you may feel bloated. But that does not mean you have increased in size. It is normal, and it will go away."

That was...oddly comforting.

"Thank you, Shockwave. That means a lot coming from you."

"Good. Now stop crying, little one. I have something to show you."

WHEELJACK - anger/frustration

Wheeljack was generally a lot more sensitive and considerate towards you than anyone else on base, but that doesn't mean that he was perfect. There were times when he didn't mean to offend you or incite your fury, but his actions or words that just tumbled out of his mouth left you shaking. He wasn't aware of human periods until Miko told him about them when you'd first started dating him, but he still continued to piss you off.

"WILL YOU STOP FOR ONE SECOND!" You screamed at the Wrecker one day while you were lounging in front of the TV while watching Jack and Raf play video games.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead were lobbing a giant ball of metal around, as they tended to do every other week, and Bumblebee and Smokescreen had been tempted to join. They promptly changed their minds at the sound of your yell and the glare on your face.

"Sweetheart, we're just playing around," Wheeljack responded calmly, shrugging your attitude off. Bulkhead got nervous, though.

"Well could you go play somewhere else?!" You snarled, rubbing your temples. "You're making my headache even worse!" You were usually irritable on your period, so Wheeljack took this as a sign.

He sighed, "Would you stop being such a buzzkill?"

Dead silence. Everyone beside Wheeljack froze up, knowing that was exactly the wrong thing to say to you at this time. Your eyes narrowed, and you stood up so fast your head spun.

"Well if I'm a buzzkill then I'll just leave!" You spat, storming down the stairs while trying not to burst into tears. Both angry and sad.

"Sweetheart, I didn't mean that," the bot immediately regretted his words, spotting your glassy eyes. "Come here."

"Go away!"

He sighed and grabbed you before you could leave the base, "Where are you going to go? There's nothing but dirt outside this base, sweetheart."

"I'd rather walk across the desert than spend more time arguing with you," you grumbled.

"Alright, alright," he relented. "I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you? We'll go sit in my berthroom and I'll project your favourite movie onto the wall."

"...Fine."

Wheeljack was an idiot, and impulsive, but he sure knew how to charm his way back into your good books. He cuddled you and rubbed your uterus for you, getting help from Miko to get you snacks that would keep your temper at bay.

[wtfdemother]

What do I have here? SleepParalysis!König oh boy… NSFW below, happy Kinkvember day 15 ☃️🤝 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜-

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CW: Dubious Cunnilingus, tit job, oral but he doesn’t go all the way. just the tip. He’s very gentle, you just can’t move. So… technically somno? basically i’m revenging against my sleep paralysis and lack of a good night’s sleep by making it ho🎺y.

SleepParalysis!König X REMSleep!Reader

SleepParalysis!König who slinks one quiet night into your quarters, infatuated with sleeping old you. Think of him as your own personally assigned guardian demon, cause he sure ain’t no angel. But for you, he’ll gladly staple feathers to his back, watch it bleed with his devotion. He’ll mold a halo out of scalding iron, the burn is lukewarm compared to the love he has burning in his heart for you.

SleepParalysis!König who doesn’t quite know how to approach you, on account of his appearance. He’ll frighten you, or so he believes. He oftentimes gets in his own way, his heart aches whenever you make a face whenever he comes close, knowing that his presence overwhelms you like a sack of bricks to your chest. He just wants to hold you.

SleepParalysis!König who one fateful evening, couldn’t bear it any longer. The control that was holding him back snapped, your hair was fluffy and smelled so good from the corner he lurked in, you’d just taken a shower and put on some pj’s, ready to turn in for the night. You looked so soft, so ethereal in his darkened gaze. Just a taste, just one.

SleepParalysis!König who waits until you’re fast asleep, he couldn’t risk you seeing him. What if you scream, curse the very existence of his being? He’ll shatter, he knows he’s too much, but he can’t help it. He stalks towards you, the mattress groans underneath the giant’s weight, carefully he creeps up to your sleeping form. He has to do this right, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he didn’t make you feel good.

SleepParalysis!König who carefully wraps his blackened digits under the hem of your flannel bottoms, slowly he tugs them down in a gentle fashion. Tentatively, he looks up and finds you still sleeping. Good. Another tug, until the burn pooling below his belly proves too much and he’s nestled himself between your plush thighs, burying his nose in your clothed cunt. He inhales deeply. Your panties are fresh out of the dryer, your clothes smell of fresh laundry soap, the sharp floral contrast of your shampoo lulls him onto cloud nine.

SleepParalysis!König who unwraps your pussy from your underwear like it’s a Christmas present, slowly peeling back the fabric that hid his most delicious treasure. He places the softest of kisses along your plump, fuzzy lips, following your slit until he’s face deep in your pussy, aquiline nose bumping clumsily on your clit while his tongue desperately darted out to seek your entrance.

SleepParalysis!König who eats you out with such tenderness, your little hole unnecessarily tight from your sleeping state. Oh, how he wants to bury himself to the hilt inside you, feel you wrap deliciously around his painful arousal, forget about the world in its entirety and only remember you. He groans into you, relishing in the soft moans that escaped your pretty lips from being eaten out, how desperate your body was to be filled even while unconscious.

SleepParalysis!König who bucks his hips against the sheets, wanting some friction to soothe the ache in his crotch. He wants to feel good too, Schatz, not only lavish in the slick juices of your sweet cunt. He waits until your gushing fluids on his tongue, König swears he could cum from that alone, your hole clenching uselessly around nothing while he suckles at your clit. Such a good girl… keep squirting while he pries your thighs apart with his massive hands, no don’t close them…

SleepParalysis!König who settles himself on his knees, the mattress decompressing underneath him while he scoots his way up your torso. His thighs practically swallow you whole as he straddles you, you begin to feel a familiar weight on your chest. He hushes and coos for you to fall back asleep. “Schlaf meine Liebe, geh wieder schlafen…” He’s so lucky you’re wearing a button-up shirt, cotton and red. Is it flannel again? So soft… he palms your breasts with an eager touch, feeling your nipples pebble underneath his thumbs.

SleepParalysis!König who lets out a shuddering sigh at the sight, he leans down to kiss you on your forehead, a silent apology for what he’s about to do. He pulls himself free, nestling his cock in between the warmth of your tits, like a balm on his aching prick. He marvels at the fat pooling between his finger tips, his hips act on their own. Slow and steady thrusts as he watches his shaft and tip disappear between your soft breasts.

SleepParalysis!König who fails to bite back a groan, he whines your name out into the open air, indistinctly muttering about how good you are to him, he can’t take it anymore. His leaky, uncut tip meets with your resting lips for a lewd, salty kiss. Tears begin to prick the corners of the demon’s eyes, it’s too good to stop, he’s terrified that you’ll wake up. The middle of your chest is slick with his arousal, your tits red with his rough handprints, he’s so close, Schatz. More, more, more, his thighs burn from rocking back and forth but he’s so close.

SleepParalyses!König who disappears the second your eyes shot open. You sit up, check yourself, looking on either side of you. But nothing. It was just a dream, your top is buttoned and your pyjamas are pulled up. You could’ve sworn he was there, that shadowy figure, lying on top of you like he always does. That damn weight on your chest, limiting your body. You pressed your lips into a fine line when you shift from your spot and feel that your panties are drenched.

Okay so… so you might’ve left him with history’s bluest balls? It’s fine, though. Now he has another excuse to come visit you. Next time, he’ll make sure his unspent cock pumps loads in you tomorrow night. For safe keeping.

[lvnleah]

joys of growing up.

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September 2030 | 6 & 2 years old 

“Do you think Els will be okay tomorrow?” Leah asked you with a sigh as she slipped her hand underneath your shirt. “I never worried this much about Finn but Els is so attached to both of us.”

You smiled as you finished washing the dishes, “Le baby, I’m sure she’ll be fine. It’s her first day of pre-school and it’s only a few hours.”

Leah leaned her chin on your shoulder,  "I know, but it feels different this time. She's still so little. She’s only two, Finley was three."

You dried your hands, turning to face her. "I get it. It's a big step, for all of us. But we went through this with Finn, and look at him now. He loves school."

Leah chuckled softly, her thumb tracing gentle circles on your hips. "Yeah, but Finn was always more independent. Ellie…she’s our little shadow. She hates being away from us, she can just about stay at my mum's without crying.”

You turned around and kissed her forehead, pulling her close. "I know, I’m worried too but we can’t keep her with us forever, Le. She’ll be okay.”

Leah smiled but her eyes still carried a look of worry. "I hope you're right. It’s just… the thought of her being somewhere without us, even for a few hours."

"You know," you said softly, "I bet by the time we pick her up, she’ll be talking nonstop about all the new things she did. And if it’s too much for her, we’ll figure it out, together."

Leah nodded, leaning into you for a moment before pulling away to stretch. "You're right. We’ll take it one day at a time." She grinned at you. "But just so you know, you’re on snack duty for the first week. I have no clue what to take for her afterwards."

You laughed, “Deal. I’ve got some ideas to make her first days sweet.”

The next morning arrived all too quickly. You and Leah stood in the kitchen, your head cuddled into Leah’s chest as she wrapped her arms around you and leaned against the kitchen side. Finley was already up and dressed, excited about seeing all of his friends. 

Ellie, on the other hand, was not as enthusiastic. She’d been a grumpball ever since you’d woken her up earlier than usual. You’d just finished breakfast and asked her to go to her bedroom and grab her backpack. 

From the bedroom, you heard her whimpering before she even came out. Leah sighed, “Here we go."

Ellie shuffled out, clutching her stuffed bunny tightly and her backpack. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "I don’ wanna go," she sniffled, her tiny voice wobbling with emotion.

You crouched down to her level, reaching out to gently smooth her wild morning hair. "Els, baby, it’s just for a little while. Then Mumma and I will come get you!”

She shook her head furiously, tears already welling up in her eyes. "No! I don’ wanna! I wanna stay with ’ou!" Her lower lip trembled as she clung even tighter to her bunny.

Leah knelt beside you, her face soft with understanding. "I know it feels scary, bubba girl. But school is going to be fun. You’ll get to play with toys, paint, and make new friends!”

Ellie ran into Leah’s arms and buried her face into Leah’s chest, her small body trembling with sobs. "I don’ want friends! I want ‘ou and Mummy!" Her words came out muffled, but the heartbreak in her voice was clear.

Leah rubbed soothing circles on her back before standing up with her in her arms. "We don’t have to rush this," she whispered to you, “Maybe we should wait a while.”

You bit your lip. "Let’s try today, just for a few hours. If it’s too much, we can talk to her teachers about easing her in."

Finley, who had been watching quietly, stepped forward and patted Ellie’s leg before Leah knelt down. "Hey, Els, it’s not so bad, I promise." He leaned in, placing a kiss on her temple. "You’ll have so much fun! Then you can tell me all about your day like I do with mine!”

Ellie peeked out from Leah’s chest. "No… I don’ wanna go."

Leah sighed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Why don’t we get dressed first, okay? You can wear your favourite dress and bring Bunny with you!”

Ellie nodded reluctantly, though it was clear she was far from convinced. You exchanged a knowing glance with Leah as you helped your daughter get ready, both of you preparing yourselves for a tough morning ahead.

When it was time to leave, Ellie was still clinging to you, her small hand wrapped tightly around your finger. Finley skipped ahead, holding his backpack, while Leah held Ellie’s other hand. 

“Finley, don’t forget your lunchbox!” You called out, glancing over your shoulder as you tried to wrestle Ellie into her tiny pink coat.

Finley gave you a thumbs-up. “Got it, Mummy!” He said, ”I’m ready to go!”

Ellie, on the other hand, wasn’t. She stood in the middle of the living room, her small arms crossed defiantly. “I not going, Mummy,” she declared, her voice rising in protest.

Leah knelt down beside her. “Eloise don’t raise your voice to Mummy okay? That's not nice. You’ll have fun, I promise,” she said, trying her best to sound encouraging. 

“Sorry Mumma. No fun,” Ellie replied, her face scrunched up in a pout. 

“Let’s just get Finley to school first,” Leah suggested, and you nodded in agreement.

You gathered the kids up in the car before heading to Finley’s school. You said your goodbyes to him and he walked straight in with no fuss with his friends. 

Leah then drove to the preschool and as you approached, Ellie slowed her steps, her face scrunching up as she realised where you were headed. "No! I don’ wanna go in!" she cried, tugging at your hand in desperation.

You knelt down, pulling her into a hug. "Just for a little bit, Els. We’ll stay with you until you’re ready, okay?"

Ellie sobbed into your shoulder, her small body trembling. Leah bent down beside you, rubbing Ellie’s back gently. "We’ll be right outside, Bubba girl. And if it gets too scary, we’ll come get you."

The door to the preschool opened, and a kind-looking teacher stepped out with a welcoming smile. "Hi, you must be Ellie! We’ve got some toys inside and a story ready to read. Do you want to say bye to your mums and come with me?

Ellie peeked over your shoulder, her tears still flowing but her curiosity piqued just enough to look.

You whispered in her ear, “Let’s take a little peek inside together, okay? And if you don’t like it, we’ll come right back out.”

She sniffled and nodded hesitantly, still holding tightly to you and Leah as you both guided her toward the door. As soon as her little eyes saw the classroom, she bursted out crying once again and this time clung to Leah’s legs. 

Leah crouched down and scooped Ellie into her arms, "Shh, it’s okay, Bubba. We’re right here."

The teacher approached gently, bending down to Ellie’s level. “I know it’s scary, but you can bring your bunny with you, and if you want, we can sit together and draw. Do you like to draw?”

Ellie looked at her, still crying but slightly intrigued by the mention of drawing. Leah rubbed her back soothingly, "You love drawing, don’t you, Els? Why don’t you try it for a little while? Mummy and I will be back soon, just like we always are. You could draw something for Finn!”

Ellie slowly nodded as she clutched her bunny tighter. Her eyes darted between you and Leah, her little face still wet with tears. "You back soon? Promise?"

You knelt beside them both, brushing a stray tear from Ellie’s cheek. "We promise, baby. We’ll be back before you even have time to miss us."

Ellie hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. Leah gently handed her over to the teacher, who smiled warmly as she took Ellie’s small hand. "Come on, Ellie. Let’s go see what we can draw together! You can tell me all about your big brother and what you want to draw!”

As Ellie walked inside, her hand still clutching Bunny, she glanced back at you and Leah one last time, her expression a mix of fear and trust. You both waved, forcing reassuring smiles despite the heaviness in your hearts.

Once she was sat down, you and Leah quickly made your way outside before Ellie could change her mind. "That was harder than I thought it would be." Leah sighed. 

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. "I know, I feel bad for leaving her!”

Leah nodded against your shoulder, "I just hope she’s okay in there. I hate leaving her like that."

"We’ll keep an eye on the time," you said softly. "If she’s really struggling, we’ll come back early. But she needs this.”

Leah pulled back slightly, "You’re right. What the hell do we do now with no kids?”

You laughed, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "No clue, we ain’t been kid-free in six years.”

Leah chuckled softly as you made your way to the car, "Feels weird, don’t it? Like we’re missing something.”

You smiled. "Definitely. I half expect Ellie to shout for me or you any second.”

Leah let out a long breath, squeezing your hand. "Maybe we should go grab some breakfast? Distract ourselves a little?"

You nodded, glancing at your watch. "Yeah, we’ve got a couple of hours. Let’s make the most of it."

The two of you drove to a nearby café, the air feeling lighter without the usual chaos of the kids. Sitting down at a small table by the window, you ordered coffee and breakfast, though the conversation kept circling back to Ellie.

"Do you think she's stopped crying?" Leah asked absentmindedly.

You took a sip of your tea before answering, "I hope so. But it’s her first day— it might take a little while."

Leah sighed. "She’s so sensitive, so different from Finn. He just took everything in stride. But Els…she feels everything so deeply."

You reached across the table, taking her hand. "She’ll find her way, just like Finn did. And we’ll be right there to help her if she needs us."

Leah smiled at that, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. "We always are. I just hate seeing her so upset."

"I know," you said softly. "But it’s part of growing up, for her and us. It’s hard, but we’ll get through it."

Leah nodded, her gaze drifting out the window as the sun started to break through the clouds. "You’re right. Maybe by the time we pick her up, she’ll be telling us about the new friends she made or the pictures she drew."

You smiled, imagining Ellie’s little face lighting up as she shared her stories. "I bet she will. And if not, well, we’ll try again tomorrow."

Leah squeezed your hand. "Yeah. One day at a time."

“It feels so silent without the kids.” You laughed, “I keep panicking that I've lost them.”

Leah smiled, “Maybe we should have another bubba.”

You stared at Leah, momentarily caught off guard by her suggestion. "Another baby?" you repeated, your voice soft with surprise. “I don’t think I can handle pregnancy again, Le.”

Leah laughed, but there was a trace of seriousness in her eyes. "Yeah... I mean, I know we’re just now sending Ellie to preschool, but..." She paused, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "I don’t know, maybe it’s the silence today, or maybe I just miss having a little one around."

You couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning back in your chair as you processed her words. "Are you sure you're ready to go through all of that again? The sleepless nights, the diapers, the crying?"

Leah’s eyes sparkled as she shrugged. "Well, we survived it with Finn and Ellie. Plus, we make a pretty good team. I’m more than happy to carry.”

You bit your lip, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. "It sounds kinda nice when you put it like that." You met Leah’s gaze, both of you grinning now. "It's not like we’re in a rush to decide anything today. If you’re ready to carry then I think it’ll work.”

Leah nodded thoughtfully. "No, we’re not in a rush. But it’s something to think about. Maybe... just maybe, we’ll have another little one to chase around the house soon enough." 

You smiled, feeling that familiar mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "It’s definitely something to think about."

Leah leaned forward, her eyes softening as she kissed the back of your hand. "Whatever we decide, we’ll figure it out. Just like always."

You couldn’t help but laugh again, the tension easing between you both. "So, breakfast first... and then maybe we’ll start making plans for another little Bubba?"

Leah winked at you, her grin playful. "Sounds like a plan to me."

As you finished your breakfast, the thought of having a little quiet time together felt both strange and comforting. For once, the house wouldn’t be filled with the usual noise, and you both could steal a few rare moments of peace before diving back into the whirlwind of parenting. 

But as you walked back to the car, you couldn’t help but feel a tug in your chest, wondering how Ellie was doing, hoping she was adjusting to her new world, one step at a time.

The hours seemed to crawl by, even though you and Leah tried to make the most of your rare kid-free morning. As the time to pick up Ellie finally arrived, you both drove to the preschool, both of you still worried about Ellie. 

Leah glanced over at you as you pulled into the parking lot. “Think she made it through without too much trouble?”

You shrugged, giving her a small smile. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

The two of you walked up to the door, hand in hand. As soon as Ellie spotted you from across the room, her face lit up, and she came running over with Bunny in one hand and a crumpled piece of paper in the other.

“Mummy! Mumma!” she called out excitedly, her earlier tears long forgotten.

Leah knelt and scooped her up into her arms. “Hey, Bubba girl! Look at you! How was your first day?”

Ellie smiled brightly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “It was fun! I played wiv toys and drawed a picture!” She held up the paper for you to see, a colourful scribble of what looked like her, you, Leah, and Finley. “Dis is us!”

You crouched beside them, admiring her artwork. “Wow, it’s beautiful, Els. Did you have fun with your new friends?”

Ellie’s smile widened as she nodded eagerly, but then her face turned serious for a moment. “But Mummy, my most favourite part…” She paused dramatically, looking between you and Leah.

Leah raised an eyebrow, curious. “What was your favourite part, bubba?”

Ellie leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper, “It was crying.”

You blinked, sharing a surprised glance with Leah. “Crying?”

Ellie nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! I cried and cried ‘cause I missed you. I hate it here!”

Leah looked at you, eyes wide with confusion. “You cried a lot?”

Ellie nodded, completely earnest. “Lots!”

Just then, Ellie’s teacher walked over with a smile. “Well, I have to say, Ellie did so well today! No tears at all after you left. She was a little quiet at first, but once we started playing and drawing, she settled right in.”

You and Leah exchanged incredulous looks before Leah burst out laughing. “Els, you didn’t cry at all?”

Ellie frowned, looking confused. “But I wanted to cry…”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, pulling her into a hug. “You’re so funny, Els. I’m so proud of you for being brave!”

Ellie looked paused for a moment. “Well... next time I cry, okay?”

Leah kissed her cheek, still grinning. “You can cry if you need to, bubba girl. But we’re so glad you had fun!”

[daisymbin]

hi sweets 💓 this is my second req because your drabbles are seriously incredible. you're capable of eliciting so many different emotions in such a short space, it really speaks to your talent! can i please request suggestive #8 with jun x fem reader but she's the one saying it?

omg thank you for your compliment & kind words :(( yes, you definitely can!!!!

a/n: UGH i can't stop thinking about this...been thinking about this since I wrote it in the morning n idk why 😫

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suggestive prompt #8: you don't have to pretend to be innocent with me."

jun’s lips brush yours with a teasing gentleness that sends a jolt of anticipation through you. his hands are warm where they rest on your waist, but they aren’t doing anything. not pulling, not gripping, just... there. again.

you shift under him, deepening the kiss, trying to coax more out of him. his breath hitches, and for a second, you think he’s about to let go. but then he pulls back, looking down at you with that soft, careful expression that’s been driving you insane for weeks.

“jun,” you say, voice sharper than you intended, “what are you doing?”

his brow furrows, lips parting slightly. “what do you mean?”

“you’re holding back. again. i can feel it.” you sit up, forcing him to sit back too, his hands slipping from your waist. “you’re always so careful with me, like... like you’re afraid you’ll break me or something. why won’t you just do something?”

he stares at you, stunned silent.

you narrow your eyes, annoyed at his lack of response. “if there’s something wrong, just tell me. because it feels like you don’t want me.”

his head snaps up at that, panic flashing in his eyes. “that’s not true,” he says quickly, his voice low and firm. “it’s not that.”

“then what?” you demand, leaning closer, refusing to let him dodge the question.

he hesitates, his eyes flicking away from yours, his jaw tightening.

reaching out, you trace your fingers along the line of his jaw. his breath stutters, and you catch the way his hands clench into fists at his sides. “you don’t have to be so careful. i’m not glass, jun. i’m not going to break.”

his gaze snaps back to yours, wide and unguarded, and you can see the conflict in his expression.

“i—” he starts, then stops, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

you raise an eyebrow, leaning even closer until your lips are almost brushing his. “you don’t have to pretend to be innocent with me either,”

before you can get another word in, his hands are already finding your hips, his grip firmer this time. “you really don’t know what you’re asking for, baby,” he mutters, but there’s a flicker of heat in his eyes now, a spark that makes your pulse race. finally.

“don’t i?” you challenge with a smirk on your race, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer.

his control snaps.

jun kisses you hard, his hands tightening on your hips as he presses you back against the couch. his lips are demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue slides against yours in a way that leaves you breathless.

your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he lets out a low, frustrated sound that sends a thrill through you. his mouth moves to your jaw, then your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there before soothing it with his tongue.

“this what you wanted?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough, his breath hot.

“mm,” you hum, your nails dragging lightly down his back. “finally.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hair messy, his lips red and swollen. “you want me like this, dont you?” he asks, his voice low and almost accusing, "all needy, careless & rough." he adds, but there’s a wicked gleam in his eyes now, one that makes your stomach flip.

“maybe,” you reply, grinning as you pull him back down for another kiss.

he groans, his hands sliding up your sides, his touch no longer hesitant, no longer soft, no longer holding back. when he pulls away this time, his forehead rests against yours, his breath coming fast and uneven.

“you drive me crazy,” he mutters, his voice low and rough, the words more like a promise than a complaint.

“i’ll take that as a compliment,” you say, tugging him back down again.

this time, he doesn’t hesitate.

[pinkslipxox]

hey i saw what you wrote about the twins birth and I LOVED it. Can you write more stuff like that like their first period, first birthday yk stuff like that. BTW LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!

Omg thanks, baby! I did the first birthday one, hope you like it 💋😘

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The sun cast a golden hue over the backyard, sparkling like magic as Billie and her wife, Y/N, prepared for a celebration fit for royalty. Today was a special day — the first birthday of their twin daughters, Ava and Mia. Every corner of the space was adorned with a princess theme: delicate pastel pinks, soft lavender, and shimmering gold. Balloons floated above a whimsical castle cake that towered majestically at the center of the table, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights that draped elegantly like the stars.

As the guests began to arrive, the yard filled with the joyful sounds of family and friends reuniting for the occasion. Laughter and chatter mingled with the sweet melodies playing softly in the background. Dressed up in matching princess dresses, Ava and Mia looked like little dreams come to life, their tiny tiaras glittering in the sunlight. Billie couldn't help but feel a tug at her heart as she watched them, her eyes misting over with love and pride.

With everyone gathered around, it was time for the most anticipated moment: the birthday song. Y/N positioned the girls in their little high chairs decorated with pink ribbons, and everyone gathered around, arms linked in a loving circle. As the familiar tune of “Happy Birthday” began, Billie's heart raced. She held Y/N's hand tightly, feeling the bond they shared radiate through their intertwined fingers.

As the final note echoed, Billie felt a rush of overwhelming emotion wash over her. She looked at Ava and Mia, their innocent faces lit up with joy, then turned to Y/N. Her voice was soft and trembling with affection as she whispered, “Mama, they’re amazing. I can’t believe they’re one already.” Billie leaned closer to Y/N, her breath warm against her ear, adding, “I love you so much, and I love them more than I can express.”

Y/N's heart swelled at Billie’s words. "I love you too, Billie. You're the best partner and the sweetest mama," she whispered back, leaning in for a brief kiss that felt electric and grounding all at once.

As the cake was cut and the first slices were served, Billie's gentle interaction with her daughters was a sight to behold. She got down to their level, giggling as Mia reached curiously for the frosting, while Ava clapped her hands in delight. Billie’s laughter rang out like a soothing melody, calling both of her girls “princesses” as she playfully wiped frosting from their cheeks.

The celebration continued with games and laughter, as friends and family joined in the fun. Billie and Y/N reveled in the precious moments, stealing glances at each other, their bond unshakeable amidst the chaos of the day.

Later, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Billie pulled Y/N aside for a quiet moment. She wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist, resting her chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her partner’s presence.

“Thank you for making this beautiful day happen, mama,” Billie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, and full of love. “I’m so grateful for you and our little princesses.”

Y/N leaned back against Billie, feeling completely secure in her embrace. “We’re a family, Billie. I wouldn't want to celebrate this moment with anyone else,” she replied softly, turning her head slightly to meet Billie's gaze.

In that moment, with their daughters giggling in the background and the last rays of sunlight wrapping around them, they realized just how blessed they were. Their love for each other, and for Ava and Mia, was the truest form of magic, and together, they would continue to create beautiful memories as a family.

[willsimpforanyone]

Hi first of all LOVE YOUR WORK KEEP IT UP!!

Second, could you (pretty) please write soft dom leo x sub reader where she’s had a long day and allows Leo to like, ‘try anything’??

If not that’s okay. Xoxo<33

okay i missed posting yesterday, me and schedules apparently don't work but! i'm gonna try write this fast before my grandma comes round lmao lets goooooo i'm gonna try writing in 2nd person, let me know if yall like it or not

this is smut so mdni! warnings: she/her pronouns for reader, cockwarming, softdom!leo, ig somnophilia? idk this got away from me like a rabid squirrel

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The sofa has never felt more comfortable. Your body falls limp onto the cushions, head pillowed on Leo's thighs as your eyes close against the low light in the living room.

Leo hums, setting down his phone and carding a warm hand through your hair. "Hey, gorgeous," he smiles down at you, taking in your exhausted appearance. "Long day?"

"You have no idea," you mumble against his jeans, relaxing minutely at the soothing touch. "Do I have to do a job? Like, is it entirely necessary?"

"Nope." Leo grins down at you with a raised eyebrow. "Quit. Be my housewife, just lay around all day and let me love on you when I get home from work and give you presents."

You laugh tiredly, rolling so you're on your back with your face looking up at Leo. "In this economy? I'm just whining, babe, I'm just... tired, y'know? Everything was on my nerves, I felt like I was going insane."

"Well..." Leo begins, a finger delicately tracing the side of your face. "I can think of a few ways to help with that."

The temptation is there, interest simmering low in my gut, but you can just about keep your eyes open. You shake your head softly, apologetic eyes looking up at Leo. "I'm actually exhausted, honey, I don't think-"

"Then don't think." Leo cuts you off, gentle but firm as his finger traces down your neck to the neckline of your top. "Don't think, don't speak, don't worry, okay? Let me take care of my girl."

He says it so sincerely, eyes both wanting and earnest, and warmth starts to pool in your stomach at the idea of not having to do anything, just letting Leo touch you and make you feel good without any effort.

With a small but excited smirk, you bite your lip. "Well, I'd have to be crazy to turn that down."

"You are crazy," Leo teases, gently moving out from under your head to scoop you up off the sofa. "But you're my crazy, now shh, I'm busy."

Holding you in his arms, Leo makes his way to the bedroom and gently places you on the bed. With dexterous fingers, he undoes and pulls off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear on the bed. He ignores your questioning look when he leaves that on, instead finding one of his t-shirts and pulling it over your head.

"How can someone be so cute and hot at the same time, hm?" he murmurs, more to himself than you. He leaves you on the bed and returns from the bathroom with makeup remover, kneeling between your legs as they hang off the bed.

"Close your eyes, baby."

He carefully takes off your makeup, pressing kisses to your bare skin whenever he finishes with an area of your face. "There, now you can go straight to sleep when I'm done with you."

"That is the sweetest way anyone has ever told me they're going to tire me out," you laugh quietly, absently fiddling with the hem of the t-shirt.

Leo frowns, pressing a finger to your lips. "Shh, no talking; my girl has been talking all day, that voice is for moans and telling me if you want to stop, understand?"

You nod meekly, smile on your lips as you press a kiss to the tip of his finger. He smiles proudly, kissing your forehead in return. "Good job, baby."

His hands cup your face, bringing you into a sweet kiss that quicky turns heated. His tongue presses against the seam of your lips, groaning softly as you relent under the touch. You're pushed back onto the bed, Leo removing his hands from your face to move you backwards to he can join you on the bed, lips and tongue still moving against yours.

With one hand, he holds both of your wrists above your head, the other hand beginning to roam your body like he's learning it all over again. Leo's thumb finds one of your nipples through the fabric of the t-shirt, teasing lightly at it until it hardens and pokes against the material. He mirrors the action on your other breast, his lips trailing down your jaw just to he can hear the sweet gasps and moans that he was muffling with his mouth.

"So pretty," he breathes against your ear, leaving your hands above your head as both his hands grope and knead at your breasts, a smirk pressed against your jaw as he pinches your nipples lightly and making you gasp in surprise.

"Leo-"

He makes a disappointed sound, and pinches one of your nipples harder. "What did I say about talking, hm? You're not so tired you can't remember simple instructions, are you? I know my baby doesn't want me to spank her, right?"

Closing your mouth promptly, you shake your head quickly. Leo rewards you with another forehead kiss, his hands moving away from your chest to glide over your clothed waist to your hips.

"That's right," he hums, fingers hooking into the elastic of your underwear and dragging it down to throw it in the direction of the laundry basket. Bringing one hand back up, he taps two fingers against your lips. "Open."

Obediently, you part your lips, making a soft noise of surprise as Leo pushes three fingers into your mouth. He ignores it, pressing against your tongue and coating his fingers in spit before he pulls them out.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing your still-open mouth and licking at the saliva covering your lips. The three spit-slick digits disappear from your sight, but rapidly draw your attention as Leo slips them between your legs.

"So wet for me," he coos, cupping and rubbing your folds and spreading the mix of your spit and arousal around your entrance.

Without warning, he shoves all three fingers inside you. You cry out and grip the sheets above your head, eyes wide as he pumps his hand in and out rapidly. His free hand cups your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

"Shh, shh, I wanna get you ready quickly, okay? I know it's a lot, but you can take it, can't you? Sweet girl, you look so gorgeous, my little hardworker all turned on and needy."

His fingers press in as deep as they can go, and he just holds them there, keeping them still as he pulls his hand away from your cheek and works on undoing his jeans. With one hand, he undresses his bottom half, cock freed from his underwear and slapping against his top. It leaves a tiny damp spot of precum staining the fabric, and your mouth waters at the sight.

Leo laughs as you lick your lips, curling his fingers inside you to bring your attention back. "You'll get my dick, babe, just not in that pretty little mouth."

He withdraws his fingers from you, and wraps his hand around his cock with a soft hiss. Stroking himself slowly and lazily, Leo manhandles you onto your side, coaxing you to lay your head on the pillows as he settles in behind you. He shifts so your hips are aligned, his free hand lifting your leg a little so he can nudge the head of his cock against your opening.

"Relax for me, gorgeous," he whispers, peppering kisses at the back of your neck as he sinks inside you, pushing his way into your tight, hot pussy with a low, throaty groan.

Your eyes flutter closed with a long, needy moan, pushing your hips back as he fills you up inch by inch until you can feel his hips flush against your ass. He pauses there, burying his face in your hair as he breathes slowly and deeply to get used to the feeling of you around him.

After a minute, Leo sighs, shifting a little to get comfortable. "There we go, baby, now you can sleep." You lay still for a second, mouth opening and closing, your desire to do as you're told and not talk warring with the desire to know what the fuck he's talking about.

Leo, knowing you inside and out, huffs a laugh against your shoulder, kissing it sweetly. "You heard me, sweet girl. You're gonna take a nap, and you're gonna keep my cock nice and warm for me." His arm is slung over your waist, his hand splayed over your stomach to keep you close.

Slowly, you nod. You're still exhausted, despite his actions, and it's... kinda nice, having him so close, warming you inside and out. Leo shushes you gently, arranging your arms and legs so you're comfy, both of you settling into the bed.

It's all too easy to doze off, your eyes fluttering closed again and your breathing evening out to match Leo's steady, rhythmic movements of his chest.

Leo is kind of proud of himself, having lulled you to sleep stuffed full of his dick, cuddling you close as you keep him warm and snug inside you. He can feel himself beginning to fall asleep too, and he buries his face against the nape of your neck with a content sigh.

You wake up slowly, groggily, your body rocking slightly as your surface from sleep. A soft, sleepy and slightly confused moan falls from your lips, and Leo answers with a sharper thrust of his hips.

"There you are," he purrs, his hands now gripping your hips as he fucks in and out of you. "You were pretty deep asleep, baby, laid so nicely for me while I used you."

The words and movements send pleasurable heat curling in your stomach, pussy fluttering around his cock as you surrender to the feeling without a moment's hesitation. Leo kisses and nips gently at your neck, one hand slipping down to gather some of your arousal on his fingers and beginning to circle your clit.

"That's it, just relax," he whispers, voice carrying a shaky edge as he nears his climax. "Let me take care of you, gonna make you feel so good, baby..."

Everything is hot and hazy, your mind only able to pay attention to the way Leo's cock bumps against that particular spot inside you every time he pushes back in, over and over and over. Pressure builds in the depths of your gut, your toes curling as Leo's fingers coax more and more sweet, half-awake noises from you, feeling your walls convulsing around him.

"You gonna come for me?" he pants, a needy, desperate sound that spurs you on. "Gonna come all over my dick, gorgeous? Yeah, I know you are, I can feel how close you are, baby, come for me so I can fill you with my cum."

It only takes a few more seconds before the tension in your body reaches a tipping point, and your lips part in a broken sob as you come around his dick. Leo murmurs praise into your ear, fucking you through it as he chases his own orgasm.

"Did so well for me, sweet girl, fuck, feels so fucking good when you come, looks so pretty- you're gonna let me come in you, yeah? Let me fuck you full of my cum like a good girl?"

You nod languidly, deliciously hazy and spent and wanting nothing more than to feel Leo finish inside you. He cuddles you closer, arms wrapping around your waist as he fucks inside you in a last few disjointed thrusts.

"O-Oh, fuck, yes, feels so good, baby, oh, my sweet girl, I'm coming, I'm coming-!"

Leo presses a guttural moan into your shoulder, his body trembling as he finishes inside you, painting your insides sticky-white. You groan softly, oversensitive but satisfied as you feel him fill you up.

Panting hard, Leo slowly comes down from his high, stroking your soft skin anywhere he can reach. He clears his throat, nose dragging against the back of your head. "How're you feeling, gorgeous?"

Breathing a laugh, you find one of his hands and lace your fingers with his. "Good. Better."

"Mm, good," he mumbles, pressing a smile against your hair as he squeezes your fingers. "...food?"

You grin, even as he gently pulls himself out of you. "Definitely."

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and with 7 minutes to go before grandma arrives, i'm done! nearly 2 hours and i cannot tell if this is good or bad at this point, it completely got away from me, but i hope you enjoyed!

[star2fishmeg]

https://x.com/ukhoops1_bbn/status/1862590986074886527?s=46&t=J9G_aolxlCEneBVZLWxT8

uh… have u seen this… i feel faint this is a lot of leg for me to handle

I hadn't until just now and I'm gonna be honest it was head empty, just looking at him. His pretty hair, his pretty face and voice, those hands and legs have me melting. He's just beautiful. I need him to talk to me all the time, I love his voice, it's so soothing and pleasant on the ears. So much leg. I need to breathe. I have so many thoughts, nasty and also sweet thoughts.

Just Luke pulling you onto his lap casually, his arms snaking around your waist so he can bury his face in the base of your neck, breathing in your scent and his eyes fluttering closed at how warm you make him. His lips grazing over your skin, softly kissing up your column until they reach your ear and mumble a gentle "I love you."

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jane The Killer x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: Jane has been thinking about you, her baby girl, alllll day and wants to ravish you so bad.

Warnings: Mommy kink, strap use, and uh grinding on jeans?

As soon as you get home at the end of a long day, your girlfriend's there to greet you. After all, she works nights. The dead of night- just like her inky black eyes.

You're never quite sure how she gets in without a key, when all the entrances are locked, but you've long since stopped being creeped out by that. Not since you fell in love with her.

"I've been thinking about you for hours, sweetheart. How was your day?" With gentle fingers, she takes your bag off your shoulder and hangs it up. Then draws her arms up over your shoulders and links her fingers together behind your neck.

Her voice is gentle; soothing. Her touch is deft and deliberate.

She's in mommy mode. You're going to get fucked tonight.

"Tiring," You sigh, a smile crossing your face as you immediately begin to relax at the anticipation. Your fingers smooth over her hips while your gaze flickers down to her lips.

Immediately a sharp black nail digs into the soft skin beneath your chin, nudging your face upwards so you're looking at her eyes. "Baby... manners. My eyes are up here, hm?"

"Sorry." A little giggle slips out, teasing. "-Mommy."

She smirks. She loves it when you call her that; her sweet little baby in her place. "You're so cute... Tell me more about your day."

"... Well... " As you tell her generally how your day went, Jane's hands trail down your body and slip beneath the waistband of your pants. Carefully, she kneels and pulls them down your legs, pressing a few feather-light kisses to random places on your thighs. Quietly, with no intention of interrupting your talking, she asks you to step, honey. You do as you're asked obediently, stepping out of your pants so she can discard them, and keep on telling her about your day.

Next her soft fingers slip back up your legs, slide ever so softly over your still-clothed and throbbing cunt, under your shirt and around your body; pressing warm kisses to your face while she unclips your bra.

After that restrictive and scratchy item is gone you feel a million times better, and mommy even gives your poor aching breasts a thoughtful rub. Squeazing them nicely and massaging out all the stress from your day. Her fingers on your bare tits never fail to make you needy for her. You have to stop talking as she does this, rubbing over your very sensitive perks, and close your eyes. Whimpering.

"Go on, babygirl, I know there's more... I wanna hear everything. So I know exactly how to take of you, okay?"

You force your eyes open a crack to look at her. Her deep, soulless, inky eyes. There's a caring expression on her face even with her hands taking full greedy advantage of your bareness under your shirt. She really cares.

And she also  really  wants you tonight.

Giving a nod, you go on. For a few minutes she just nods along sympathetically and continues to play with your tits, rotating between rubbing them and squeezing them; thoroughly enjoying the feel of them while you become absolute putty in her hands. Then she leans in, and starts kissing you again while you talk. More featherlight kisses, all over your face. Your forehead, your temples, your cheeks. Then she nips along your jaw line, and sucks and licks that spot on your neck that drives you crazy.

When you're done with your day, she pulls away and turns you around so your ass is to her crotch. She slips a hand into the front of your underwear, and feels how sopping wet you've gotten. "Thank you, baby, thats enough... Sounds to me like it's been a long day, hm?" She noses your hair. "... Let mommy take care of you, sweetie."

You're so undone for her and her gentle caring touches that you can only hum in responce. The feel of her fingers drawing along your slit already a lot for you. When they slip in between your folds, diving into your hot, drenched pussy, your lips part against your will and a moan rolls off your tongue; your feet step a bit further apart from each other so she can reach you better.

Thankfully Jane doesn't play with you too much. When she says she's going to take care of you, she will. Her deft fingers purposefully rub your slick little clit until you're keening, holding yourself up with a hand on the wall closest to you, barely standing. "J- Janey!~ "

"Hmm, no,.. sweet, but that's not what you call me, honey. So what was that again??"

Your face feels hot as coals, sputtering the correct moniker, literally putty in her hands right now. It was one thing calling her this as a tease, a little but of fun,.. it was entirely another calling her mommy with her fingers knuckle deep moving languidly inside you. "M- Mommy,.. "

"Perfect, baby." She praises, and a smirk graces her lips when you clench around her fingers hearing it. "Ohhh, you are so cute."

As she continues to finger you towards an orgasm, you get so wet the slick covers her hand, both of you dripping all over your thighs. Whenever you can't help it and you hump her hand, Jane gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead, sweetheart, do it again. It's okay."

After a few blissful minutes of this, Jane driving you further and further towards your sweet, aching orgasm- she pulls her hand away from you and separates carefully from your body; settling into the armchair. You whimper and turn around, basically pouting because that felt so good and how could mommy just abandon you like that-

When you notice something you didn't see before. There's a bulge in her jeans.

You should've recognised it before, you realise now. Jane rarely wears jeans in the first place. Only when she wanted to tease you; when she wanted to see you mindlessly grinding on her strap through rough boyfriend jeans. A rush of excitement floods you zeroing in on your beautiful girlfriend almost manspreading with a lazy smirk on her pretty lips.

"Panties off, baby girl. Come and ride mommy, now."

With a nod, you slip the article off and leave it on the floor before straddling Jane's waist.

Finally your pleasure is in your own hands as you begin gently rubbing your dripping, throbbing heat over the beautiful bulge in her jeans. Immediately the spot developed a wet patch, and the feeling of Jane's hands on your hips drives you a little crazy.

When your head gets foggy, she can tell. When your head gets foggy and you can't think anymore, she slips her hands under your shirt and starts to play with your tits again. Squeezing the pretty mounds deliciously in her palms, rubbing your nippers with the pads of her thumbs, massaging the daily soreness thoroughly out of them. She loves it so much, the feeling of your perfect breasts all for her to play with while you fuck yourself dumb on her strap beneath her jeans. She could do this for hours, but she should take proper care of her girl, eventually.

When Jane decides that it's time, she breaks you out of the dirty slutty trance you'd slipped into by grinding back, rolling hips directly against yours, causing you to gasp and whimper; needing more of that.

In a second, Jane's unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and has the black strap you love so much pointed directly at your pussy.

"... I think you're ready for this now, honey."

"I'm gonna cum." You're gonna cum just from all this foreplay. How can you handle t h i s from mommy?? She spoils you too much.

As if eager to make you squeeze and cum on her cock, Jane thrusts into your messy hole immediately. It's obscenely easy, considering how wet you are; she just slides in, filling you up and rubbing against your clit.

Her deep, hard thrusts up into you spur you to roll with the motions, muttering 'mommy' 'mommy' 'mommy' ever time she pounds back into you, the closer you get to an orgasm.

"Mommy mommy mommy," You whisper, eyes closed, bouncing on her plastic dick.

"This is just what mommy wanted today sweetheart, thank you so much for being so good."

"Mommy mommy mommy mo- " You're getting louder, the praise going to your head and melting away your brain. Shame. Embarrassment. And guilt.

"You're always so perfect. Mommy loves you so much."

With that, you kiss her; delving your tongue into her mouth. With a few more thrusts, you come totally apart on her.

You cum harder then you have in months, then carefully sink down on her strap once more; remaining right there while the waives of your orgasm wash over you. Kissing your pretty lady gently on the lips now, over and over, tasting her tongue and her lipstick, and her cheeks and her jaw and her neck.

[weepingwillowwonder]

Val taking his time to pull you apart with his fingers and on his tongue, just because he can...

[NSFW, MDNI 🔞]

CW: Fem!Reader, Oral sex, Groping, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Val calls himself daddy one singular time, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Sub/dom dynamic

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He's got you sprawled out on the bed in his office, the door semi open for anyone who may happen to walk in. Your bottoms long gone were replaced with his wandering hands, sliding and groping along your thighs and holding you open for him.

"Tan mojada..." Valentino mutters to himself as he teases your opening, fingers smearing the wetness gathered there along your sensitive folds. He takes his time purposefully avoiding your clit to touch you at his pace, holding your hips down from wiggling closer to him. You gasps out his name in desperation and plead for him to stop his teasing, to touch you like you need him to, but you're only met with retaliation.

"Hush, puta! This is my pussy and I'll play with it as I like..." He hisses. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs before he delivers a quick but stinging swat between your legs. "¿Lo entiendes?" You cry out and try to jerk away in his hold, offering a spew of babbled apologies to calm his irritation. Valentino revels in your reaction for a moment before humming, in approval.

"Good. Be a good girl for me, won't you?" His voice quickly changes to sweet cooing, resuming his gentle touches, now slowly sliding one finger inside of you. When he pulls it out, he curses at how easily you take it and quickly add another. He delivers gentle kisses to your inner thighs as he fingers you, trailing them up to your stomach, watching carefully how you fall apart for him.

"See? Daddy will treat you so well if you behave...You'll behave for me, sí?" He curls his fingers just right and drags his thumb over your clit, small tight circles that has you panting above him.

"Yes!" You whine out, head thrown back as you try your best to keep still. Truly he wasn't playing fair, he never did. His hand reaches further up to push past your shirt and expose you to the room as he tweaks and thumbs at your nipple with a free hand. He gropes at your chest as his kisses begin to linger, and you quickly notice when his teeth begin nibbling at your skin. He begins a pattern of small but sharp bites along your thighs, following them over with gentle kisses, his tongue also coming out to soothe the discomfort.

When he decides he's finished, his fingers dig into your thighs, into the spots he was torturing before and lifts them to press into your chest.

"Hold yourself here and don't let go." Valentino directs you, giving you time to hold the backs of your knees to your chest. The exposed position has a flustered heat crawling from your cheeks down to your chest, head swarming to focus on him throughout his teasing. His fingers once again slip from your entrance and instead spread your lips wide as he lowers himself between your legs. Your breath catches before he makes contact with you, the anticipation proving to be too much along with your previous stimulation.

Valentino doesn't take his time to eat you out like he did warming you up on his fingers. In fact, he harshly laps at your folds, sucking them in between his lips, before pressing his tongue inside as deep as it could go. The feeling makes your eyes roll back and your arms go weak as you struggle to hold yourself in position. One of your knees slips from your grasp. At the feeling of your heel digging into his back, he finds the back of your thigh and roughly pushes it back against your chest, deciding to hold onto it himself.

Valentino's tongue was by no means small, nor average sized, which he knew well. Normally he'd show off his unusually long and thick tongue as his emotions leaned more towards playful or frisky. He also tended to use it specifically to lure in potential employees in a heated and intoxicated embrace. Sometimes, however, he was gracious enough to allow you to come apart on his tongue, teasing you with it, fucking you with it, but only at his discretion.

The messy slurping of him eating you out fills your ears as you slump backwards on the bed, too weak to hold yourself up to watch him any more. He only pulls his tongue from you to lap at your clit, flicking it back and forth as his fingers find your leaking hole again. You're moaning openly now and your other knee falls from your grip which he, like the other, presses back against your chest. Lost in the blissful feeling of your orgasm creeping in, you hardly hear the door of the office creak open.

"Ah. I see you're busy." Vox's expressionless gaze settles on you for a moment, before flicking back to the other. His hand stays put on the doornob, ready to leave the scene. "I can just come bac-,"

"Oh no, come in, come in! I'm completely available." Valentino quickly pulls away from your weeping cunt. "Por favor, what can I do for you, my friend?" He wipes the wetness from his chin with the back of his hand as he openly continues teasing you. His grin is sinister as he slowly drags his fingers against your sensitive walls, taking a moment to brush across your clit every so often. He doesn't comment when your arm falls over your face from your growing embarrassment, instead, focused on pulling uncontrollable noises of pleasure from you. The two demon's share a look and Vox laughs to himself. He proceeds to enter the space, shutting the door behind him.

"Well...if you insist."