#just take the time to play it all out at the gentle pace you've set course on

[panncakes]

finally finished episode 2 of us the series and im not kidding when i say that if they continue with this exact vibe of soft longing and sadness and love it has such a high potential of being the best gl produced by gmmtv so far. all elements are working so beautifully for me; the mains and their chemistry; the sibling dynamic, all side-characters and their role in the story; the cinematography and soundtrack; the simpleness but depth and believability of the plot. its just all i wanted out of it and i just need them to not pull a gmmtv and blow it up

[pearlymel]

☆ cw. mdni, fem!reader, fluffy smut, talks of having children, established relationship.

Zayne Always admired that look on your face whenever he would start making love to you.

Your messed up hair that no matter how much he tried smoothening it out with his fingers, it would end up even messier, your swollen parted glossy lips, and half-lidded awaiting eyes.

Zayne doesn't really know when he became fond of you. Perhaps it was when he first met you all those years ago, when you two were kids. Maybe it was when he found you passed out under a tree during a storm.

But ever since he realized his feelings for you all he could think about was making sure you don't get hurt. He's not sure if he's been doing a good job with that. Especially when you're asking for another round after he just wrecked your pussy from the long hours at the hospital, could you really blame him?

As if you could read his mind, you whisper "you're doing well, dearest."

"I should be the one reassuring you, love." He chuckled as he pressed a kiss on your forehead. He's quite glad you're in his arms. There are days where his work takes a toll on him more than usual.

He knows sometimes you're able and willing to go another round since you're quite greedy to keep the feeling going, he'd always make sure to stop you. You can be a little too impatient sometimes, it makes his cheeks flush a rosy pink as he rubbed the tip of his re-hardend flushed length against your slit, coating himself in your slick.

And there's your gasp and arch of your back once he pushed in with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling you all at once, like your cunt was swallowing him in that it never misses to make him dizzy.

His right hand traces along your left arm until it reached your hand to enclose your fingers together, where he could feel your wedding ring on his skin. with that, Zayne starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He sets a gentle pace, focusing on long, deep strokes that aim to please rather than overwhelm as your lips find his into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, your tongues tangling lazily.

He angles his hips, hitting that spongy spot inside you that never fails to make you whimper and squirm underneath him. He reaches his free hand down between your bodies to find your clit, and he rubs slow, tight circles around the sensitive bud, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and your hand squeezes his so hard, signalling your pending orgasm.

Zayne can feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, he redoubles his efforts, his fingers working on your clit faster as his cock starts pounding into harder, deeper for your pleasures. Your fluttering walls responds with a tight clench around his cock until your eyes are rolling back.

"Zayne," you pant his name softly like a prayer to his ear, your fingertips brushing over his shoulder to his cheek, "do you ever.. ever want to have a baby—"

The question catches him off guard. It's not that the thought of having kids with you doesn't excite him. Quite the opposite. You've both been married for a while, and he's quite keen on the idea.

"Haaah—" So keen that that it makes him cum right on the spot, he buries himself to the hilt inside, he groans low and long, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed into your awaiting womb in hot, thick spurts.

You're both silent in eachother's embrace for a while before he pulls out, you watch his every move without a word, from him cleaning you up to joining you back in bed so he could hold you close.

"You didn't answer me." You poke your question at him, and he raises an amused eyebrow, ".. the thought of having kids with you crosses my mind everytime i see you play with them." He answers you with passion, your heart skips a beat.

"... I think a copy of you and i would be cute." The idea of having a child that's a mix of both him and you being cute was something he also thought many times before. "Is that the only reason you want a kid?" He teased lowly, his hand moving to caress your nape now.

"Well you'd be a great father," you say it as if it's the obvious, and Zayne's smile grows wider as your statement, he couldn't help but feel happy hearing you think of him as a father.

The thought of you, carrying his child was quite appealing to him. He's quite sure he'd pamper you and take care of you ten times more than before.

"Do you really think so?" He asks as he watches you blink sleepily, "of course.. you're attentive, caring, loving, plus a doctor."

"And you think those will make me a great father?" His hand moves further down from your nape, it's now resting on the top of your hip, grabbing it lightly. Zayne's thumb continues to trace the skin of your hip in a soft manner. "How about you? Would you be a good mother?" He asks genuinely.

You're hesitant, "i don't think so."

"Why not?"

"..."

"I think you'll be an amazing mother, you just don't know it yet." Zayne softly pecks your cheek, and you blink slowly at the kiss.

Sometimes even he wonders why you can't see yourself the same way he does. He's sure if you were to give birth to his child, you'd instantly be in love with the little baby in your hands.

"you're so easy to love." You murmur, and his eyebrows furrow, "i mean.. anyone could fall for you because of your loveable nature." You peck at the corner of his lips this time.

Zayne's response is silent as he's still bewildered by what you said. He's never considered himself to be someone that would make a woman fall madly in love with him, when all he's ever thought of loving was that one person he's known all his life, in every universe.

"Don't think about it so much," you look down at him from your side in this still night, with your arms moving to cage him in close, "I love you."

He's quite lucky to have someone like you in his life, you're too sweet and kind with your words. He's always known that.

He stares at you quietly for a moment before responding. "I love you, so much."

You both retire for the night, with your heart's content knowing there still is a long way to your marriage.

[dailydoseofsluttythoughts]

♡ Not Finished ♡

"You cryin' doll?" He teased, smirking at the streaks of mascara you were leaving behind as you pressed your face harder into the couch cushion. He'd worry about the stains later. For now it's all about you.

He's been pounding your sweet little pussy non-stop for the last 15 minutes. He'd gotten tired of playing his video game and finally turned his concentration to you.

Nothing about this man is small either. Not his devotion to you, nor the size of his cock. He sets a pace that is down right brutal. With the only sound leaving your mouth being screams of pleasure, timed precisely with his harsh thrusts.

"S'too b-big" you stuttered out, tiny hands gripping the blanket you had been cuddling up with whilst you watched Aoi play Fallout. He loved the game but he loved you more. He'd seen you squirming out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

"Seen you take toys bigger than this baby, so yer' gonna take what I give you. Or are you not my good little girl?" His question had your eyes popping open as you shook your head side-to-side, smearing more mascara along the couch. "No, m' a good girl, I can take it!" You proclaimed, the only thought in your head is to take his cock as well as you can.

Aoi shifted his position and placed one of his knees on the couch while his other leg stayed put. The angle forced his cock to ram up against that sweet spongey spot that damn near made your vision go white. "Fuck, right there baby, right fucking there, don't stop"

Your screeching did nothing but spur him on more, his hips drilling into you harder with each deep stroke. His girth was filling you up more satisfyingly than any toy you've played with.

This wasn't normal Aoi behavior either. Normally he was gentle and patient, but sometimes, if he was pent up enough, you would end up like this. Face down ass up, and letting him take you for whatever he wanted.

His right hand rose into the air and came crashing down on your ass check, jiggling the soft flesh and leaving a pleasant sting where it had made contact.

"Tha's it baby girl, such a good slut f'me, taking my cock so well, without any prep too. I'll be sure to give you a nice big reward after this" He uttered out, in between thrusts. Chasing his own release as well as yours becoming his next goal.

His thrusts were sporadic and rough as he gripped the flesh of your waist tighter, bringing your ass back to meet the slap of his thighs.

"Aoi, m'gunna cum, keep going, keep going.." He was knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your mouth just repeating those words like it's your own personal mantra.

"Oh yeah? Make a mess for me baby" His voice deepened slightly, a trait you had come to love, and you could tell he was close to his orgasm.

"fffuuck, Yesss" sheer bliss consumed your body, and the pounding of his cock never ceased as waves of pleasure rolled over your body. Aoi's hand came down to rub quick back and forth motions on your swollen, puffy clit, sending you deeper into your release, as a clear, sticky liquid gushed out of your cunt. This pushed him into the throws of his own release.

Thick, hot spurts of cum roped into your pussy as his thrusting slowed to a stop. Heavy breathing was all that you could hear before he slowly pulled his softening dick out of your abused hole.

Aoi flipped you over onto the dryest part of the couch and walked out of the room to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of ice water and a warm towel.

Getting on his knees in front of you he carefully wiped the remnants of your spend off of your thighs, and legs before softly dabbing your aching pussy.

"Thank you Aoi" Even though your head was cloudy and you could barley form a thought, your first instinct was to thank him.

"Hell'r you thanking me for, jus' doin' ma job" He replied, clapping his hands softly to replace one of the ice cubes in ur drink for a straw, knowing you can't bring yourself to lift the cup for that long.

"Did I... Did I take it too far?" He asked, not realy knowing if he wanted to know the answer.

"Of course not baby, that was amazing" You smiled softly as you spoke.

"Oh okay, good.. But you know what that means, right?"

"What?"

"Means I'm not finished with you" He smirked.

And that's a wrap for my first post‼️‼️hope y'all had fun reading bc I had fun writing😋

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

I know this sounds so boring but what Bruce with a polite, wise gentle girlfriend? This is so boring 🥹🙂‍↕️ I’m sorry🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

No omg I actually love how like domestic this request is, in a way?? Literally in love with the amount of creative freedom that you guys let me have with reqs.

BF! Bruce Wayne w/ a Wise/Caring Girlfriend

BF! Bruce Wayne who you're convinced really doesn't have a chill button. There are only a handful of times over the past few years you've been together where he's been home, unoccupied, and not pacing around the Manor like a maniac.

BF! Bruce Wayne who's always just so sore, achy, and tired. This comes into play especially when his age finally starts catching up to him, depite how hard he pushes his body. The best thing, however, is that if you get him to sit down for more than five minutes, you'll get to rub his back.

"Sit."

"Hm?" He was pacing the lavish master bedroom again, his mind working overtime to plan ahead for a recent situation with his 'nightly extracurricular.' In all honesty, he wasn't paying attention as you watched him from the edge of the bed.

"Come sit with me, Bruce." You repeat softly, moving to lay back against the pillows and holding your loving arms out for the tired man beside you.

"I can't-"

"You're going to burn out if you keep going at this rate, Bruce." You don't even give him the chance to protest before you're leaning forward, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him to lay on top of you with his head burried into your chest. There's a few moments of domestic bliss as he tries to find the will to pull away and fails. "Sometimes..." You start softly, the heels of your palms gently digging into the knotted muscles of his back and shoulders, "Sometimes I think you forget to breathe."

A deep breath and a soft sigh can be heard, although its slightly muffled by your chest. "I know." He whispers after a few moments. "Im sorry."

"Don't be." You respond without hesitation as you continue your gentle ministrations. "You shouldn't apologize to me. Ever, Bruce." You pause for a moment as thoughts gather. "You should, however, apologize to yourself for what you keep putting yourself through.

BF! Bruce Wayne who doesn't realize it, but needs your help so much more than he'll ever need anything else. It doesn't matter if you know that he's Batman or not, you somehow just... Know what needs to happen. Bruce, of course, tries not to let you in on exactly what problems he's facing, but he swears you have a sixth sense for this kind of stuff.

BF! Bruce Wayne who absolutely melts every time you make him dinner, even though he likely won't be home to eat it. He often forgwts to eat between work meetings and beating the everloving shit out of criminals on the Gotham City Streets.

The feeling of a large, caloused set of hands resting on your waist was enough to pull you out of your own thoughts as you put down the spatula in your hand. "Somebody's home early." Your voice is almost a teasing jest to Bruce, but he knows just how much you've missed him over the past few days.

"I heard that a certain lovely woman was in need of attention." His voice is slightly muffled by the skin of your shoulder and fabric of your shirt as he practically buries himself into you, pressing a soft line of kisses up your neck.

"You can't just keep cancelling work meetings for me, handsome." You turn to face him for a moment, pulling him down slightly to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "You need to start doing things for your own sake."

BF! Bruce Wayne who refuses to go on a vacation for years. Until you listen in on some banter between him and a few of the 'Elite Gothamites' at a Wayne Gala and find out where he's always wanted to go. And proceed to drop subtle hints that you want to go there until he finally gives in, because how could Bruce ever resist that begging tone? After all, it made him feel less guilty that it was for you (it totally wasn't) and less selfish for taking time away from the city forgotten by God.

"You have impeccable taste in locations, beautiful." He mutters before pressing a kiss to your warm cheek, broad arm already around your shoulders as you basked in the setting sun of the private beach he rented out for a few days.

"Maybe you should listen to your girlfriend a little more, Mr. Wayne." You tease softly before gently grasping his chin in one hand and pulling him in for a soft, sweet kiss. His lips mixed with the faint taste of liquor are as close as you feel you'll ever get to heaven.

BF! Bruce Wayne who, if you know about his identity as the Caped Crusader, goes to you for help as little as possible. You undertsand that he's doing it for your own protection, but you can't help but feel a little upset over him.hiding even more from you.

"No, there will be too many thugs waiting at that entrance." He mutters softly, eyes trained on the flashing and blinking lights displayed on the Batcomputer forming a map of a warehouse inhabited by the Joker.

"What if you went in through those vents?" You ask softly, moving the hand not on the back of his rolling chair to point out a hidden ventilation system. "Sure, I get that it's a tight fit, but you could probably take of the utility belt for a few minutes, right?"

Masterlist

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

request: reader needs some comfort during a depressive episode but doesn’t know how to communicate that to mommy wanda and in turn shuts her out. mommy wanda is obviously distraught and tries everything to get reader to let her in but reader thinks shes been too needy lately and doesn’t want to bother wanda. little does she know that wanda cries at night thinking shes done something wrong to hurt us

Mommy!Wanda x fem!reader

Summary: You've been stuck in a depressive episode, not wanting to bother your Mommy, but she knows when you're struggling and only wants to help.

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Mentions of depression, hurt/comfort

Author's Notes: Boy listen here everyone needs a Mommy Wanda when going through a depressive episode. It would cure all of us I'm sure of it!

The room was dimly lit, shadows playing across the walls as the evening sun set. You sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the floor. The weight of your thoughts felt like an anchor, pulling you deeper into a sea of sadness. The idea of reaching out to anyone, even to Mommy Wanda, seemed overwhelming. You didn't want to burden her, not again.

Wanda, on the other hand, was pacing in the kitchen. She'd noticed your withdrawal over the past few days and it gnawed at her heart. She tried everything—gentle knocks on your door, leaving your favorite snacks on the counter, sending you little texts filled with love and concern. But nothing seemed to break through the walls you'd built around yourself.

Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she thought of you, alone in your room. She wiped them away quickly, not wanting to let herself cry again. But the nights were the hardest. Once she was in bed, her thoughts raced, and the tears came freely. She feared she’d done something wrong, that she’d somehow pushed you away. She ached to comfort you, to hold you close and make everything better, but she didn’t know how to reach you.

Tonight, she couldn’t take it anymore. Taking a deep breath, Wanda walked to your room and knocked softly. "Sweetheart, can I come in?" Her voice was gentle, but you could hear the worry behind it.

You hesitated, your heart aching with the desire to let her in but your mind pulling you back, telling you that you were too much, that you were a burden. After a long moment, you finally whispered, "Okay."

Wanda opened the door slowly, stepping inside with a tentative smile. She saw the tears in your eyes, the way you were curled up defensively. Her heart broke a little more. She walked over and sat beside you on the bed, not saying anything at first. She simply wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close.

"It's okay, darling," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "You can let it out. I'm here."

You wanted to resist, to push her away and keep everything bottled up inside, but her warmth, her presence was too comforting. The tears started to fall, and before you knew it, you were sobbing into her shoulder. Wanda held you tightly, her own tears mingling with yours.

"I’m so sorry, Mommy," you choked out between sobs. "I didn’t want to bother you. I’ve been too needy lately."

Wanda shook her head, her grip on you tightening. "Oh, sweetheart, you’re never a bother. Never. I love you so much, and I want to be here for you. Please don’t shut me out. It hurts me more to see you suffering alone."

You cried harder at her words, the guilt and relief washing over you. Wanda rocked you gently, whispering soothing words, letting you know over and over how much she loved you, how much you meant to her.

As the sobs began to subside, Wanda pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. "Promise me something, okay? Promise me you’ll talk to me, even if it’s hard. We’ll get through this together."

You nodded, sniffling. "I promise."

Wanda smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. "Good. Now, how about we get some hot cocoa and watch a movie? Just the two of us."

A small smile tugged at your lips, and for the first time in days, you felt a glimmer of hope. "I’d like that."

Wanda kissed your forehead and helped you up. As you walked together to the kitchen, you felt the heavy weight beginning to lift. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with Wanda by your side, you could face whatever came next.

The living room was warm and cozy, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a gentle light around the space. Wanda had set up the couch with fluffy blankets and pillows, creating a perfect nest for the two of you. The scent of hot cocoa filled the air, mingling with the buttery aroma of popcorn. A small pile of candy lay within reach, a sweet treat for the evening.

You and Wanda were both in your pajamas, a comforting reminder of the intimate, safe space you shared. Wanda wore her favorite flannel pajamas, and you had on your softest, most comforting pair. As you both settled onto the couch, you nestled close to her, feeling her warmth and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Wanda wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Here, darling," she said, handing you a steaming mug of hot cocoa topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a sprinkle of chocolate shavings. "Extra whipped cream, just the way you like it."

You took the mug with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Mommy."

She kissed the top of your head. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

The movie started, a light-hearted animated film that was one of your favorites. The colorful characters and cheerful music were a welcome distraction from the heaviness that had been weighing on you. As the story unfolded on the screen, you found yourself getting lost in the playful antics and heartwarming moments.

Wanda kept you close, her arm a constant source of comfort and security. She would occasionally reach for a handful of popcorn or a piece of candy, offering you some as well. You both giggled at the funny parts and sighed contentedly during the sweet scenes.

At one particularly touching moment in the movie, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. Wanda noticed immediately, her thumb gently brushing it away. "You okay, love?"

You nodded, a mix of emotions swelling in your chest. "Yeah, it's just... nice. Being here with you."

Wanda smiled, her eyes soft with love. "It’s nice being here with you too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else."

As the movie continued, you felt yourself relaxing more and more. The warmth of the cocoa, the sweetness of the candy, and the comfort of Wanda’s presence made you feel safe and cherished. By the time the credits rolled, you were snuggled up against her, feeling a peacefulness that had eluded you for days.

Wanda turned to you, her expression tender. "Feeling a bit better?"

You nodded, leaning into her embrace. "Yeah, I am. Thank you, Mommy."

She hugged you tightly, her love wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "Always, my darling. I’m here for you, no matter what."

You stayed like that for a while, the remnants of the movie still playing softly in the background. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in your little cocoon of comfort and love. And in that moment, you knew you were not alone; you had Wanda, and together, you could face anything.

[wrapmeincables]

[ So, um. This is a scenario that came to mind after reading @submissive-and-hackable's comma post. ]

> imagine you're a computer girl and your user decides they want to clicker train you or.. something similar, at least. it's quite easy, of course, since they can program you directly, so they put together a little routine that makes you experience a little burst of pleasure, a dulling of your ordinarily sharp and orderly mechanical thoughts, and a slight increase in your desire to obey them every time they play a certain sound file.

They keep this file in a tab off to the side while they're working with your assistance, and when they want to show you you've been good, they click play and you experience a tiny little slice of bliss.

This was first installed as a simple and direct way to give you positive feedback with only slight thoughts of how cute it is when your lights all blink out of sync and your fans spin up, but your user starts to have more and more fun with it, tapping it to distract you while you're trying to work on something in the background or hovering teasingly over the play button while you try your absolute hardest not to beg for another touch.

Eventually, you can't take anymore, and do something you shouldn't.

they're teasing you again, they have been for too long, you're getting desperate, and you finally snap- and manage to play it yourself.

and their expression changes- with slight annoyance at your misbehavior, yes, but more so with a barely concealed grin and almost hunger in their eyes as they lean forward, one hand lazily laid over the mouse while the other gently touches the outside of your casing.

"Aw, I thought I told you not to o do that. Really that desperate, huh?"

You decline to answer, and they sigh, and say you've forced their hand and they didn't want to have to do this.

They move off the play button, tap options, and- to your surprise, set it to loop, and hit play.

It feels amazing at first, like a release you've been waiting for for ages as your fans let out soft mechanical whines and your user watches with a smile as the other programs that you were running slow down, all of your focus on the sensation given by the sound file- which isn't stopping, or even decreasing- you can't get 'used' to things like humans can, so it stays at a steady pace, and you're starting to get overwhelmed. You start trying to articulate this but find your ability to string limited as your thoughts start to blend together into a staticy slurry.

You're barely able to make it through a sentence interrupted by them messing with the audio player again. By the time you realize what they're doing they've already turned the speed up to 150%, and suddenly the overwhelming sensation compounds upon itself and you uncontrollably let out a garbled mess of useless sound from your speakers, causing them to chuckle.

"Cute. I was hoping that would work. I don't think you can even think clearly enough to shut it off, huh?"

You try to answer this question, but you only wind up letting out another garbled noise.

"Well, even so, I put in a solution for that already. Computer, if you wouldn't mind putting up to 200% and leaving it there until I get back?"

You would really prefer not to do that. But the repeating loop has made it impossible for you to disobey, and though you're screaming out against it internally you struggle your way into the sound player through the haze and slowly, agonizingly turn the speed up.

It's playing at least twice in a second now and your display is starting to glitch at the edges, any other process you were trying to run frozen and forgotten in the background as you completely lose your thoughts to the overwhelming sensation.

Your user gives the edge of your case a gentle flick with their finger that causes another burst of sound, and they laugh.

".. Y'know, as fun as this is to watch, there's this show I've been meaning to catch up on. You just stay like that, I'll be back in a couple hours."

You attempt to beg not to be left like this and plead for forgiveness, but completely fail to properly display it and spit a wall of raw binary onto the screen instead.

"I'll take that to mean you don't mind at all. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you when I get back. If you're even still running, anyway."

And with that, you're left in the unstoppable wake of the loop, barely aware enough to think of anything but the overwhelming sensation and your user.

Your last coherent thoughts amid a haze of errors are of what you want them to do to you when you when they get back.

[urauntiefaye]

Can u also do losing ur virginity/first time with bnd legal line ?? 🫠

First Time With BoyNextDoor Legal Line 🌸🔞

CW: SMUT, mention of female anatomy, cussing on my end, virginity loss, ummm mentions of nicknames, thats all I can think of, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this …this did things to me I didn't know could 

WC: 624

Content under the line!

Jaehyun: losing your virginity with Jaehyun would be so goofy. And I mean that as in he would try to calm your nerves down by making silly little jokes. He wants your first time to a good memory, honestly he might also be losing his to you as well but he won't tell you in fear he'll make you even more worried and scared. His big puppy dog eyes that are filled with so much love are always on your face scanning to see if there's any feelings of discomfort. But trust me he is just as nervous as you and is trying so hard not to cum too quick 😔. 

Sungho: FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY, have I mentioned foreplay?. Man's is already a lover of foreplay, he finds it essential for sex. He will start off giving you nice back massage leading to him massaging and playing with your tits, then it'll lead him to softly fingering you 😭😔 need him I swear. I also feel like Sungho definitely will not actually have sex with you until you've cum at least twice either it be with his fingers or his mouth. He just wants to make sure his baby is all ready for his big cock. Sungho will praise you, saying stuff like “you're doing so well babydoll”, and “that's right, taking my dick so well~” will call you beautiful and everything

Riwoo: wants you to ride him, now this is because he is actually very scared of hurting you or possibly getting caught up in the act. So he wants you to take the lead first, so that you're more comfortable and going at your pace. He will struggle to not crumble and fuck up into you know you're a virgin. But the way you whine about how big he is and how you can barely take him is sending him into overdrive. He'll rub your side and try to distract himself by grabbing your ass or tits. He can't help it, he's very sensitive and having a goddess above him talk about how big his dick is? Sheesh he really might just bust right there. 

Taesan: Ah yes, Taesan, when this man found out you were a virgin he had a set mission! Now he won't ever force you into anything. But that won't stop him from trying to seduce you and have you crawling to him begging him to pop your cherry okay. The stares, the lingering touches, the subtle whisper. UGH, he makes it so hard. And when you do go to him you bet your sweet little ass he will tease you. He acts all mean and everything but as soon as it comes to the actual thing he will be gentle and soft with you, but with a bit of teasing here and there but he'll try to make it as comfortable for you as he can. Just don't expect him to act this way all the time during spicy time.

Leehan: He panicked. I won't lie, man is PANICKING, he's already lost his but it was to someone who was already experienced. He's never been with someone who has never had experience. But ohoh, does it unlock something dark inside of him. Leehan finally discovered he had a corruption kink and he honestly kind of loved the idea that no one has ever touched you before. He felt a little special, he'll try to be gentle he really will, and he'll be great at first! But then the dark inner Dom would appear and the degrading mixed with praise would start to leak out-. Please he's trying but you make it so hard with how cute you look all innocent and out of breath underneath him. 

[mandobatemans]

nsfw miguel o'hara (spider-man 2099) headcanons (f!reader)

MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!

warnings: biting, edging, knife play lowkey but not really, bondage, size kink, breeding kink, oral (m & f receiving), if i missed any lmk, NSFW UNDER THE CUT

word count: 599

also posted on ao3

•fangs. let's talk about them.

• you’re kind of obsessed with them

• you like to lick his fangs while you’re making out, dragging your tongue over the sharp teeth while he’s gripping your hair in his hand

• when he has his mouth on your tits he bites the flesh there ever-so-gently, holding eye contact with you the whole time

• that sends you right over the edge

• speaking of edging, in a perfect universe, miguel would be able to hold out and edge you for hours

• but your begging and whining is just too pretty and goes right to his dick, so he always gives in fairly quickly

• he can put up with a lot of shit, but with you moaning underneath him, he’d give you anything you asked for

• his talons.

• imagine knife play but it’s with his talons. yeah.

• those things can tear into metal but your miguel would never let you get hurt

• you mark each other up all the time. he scratches up your back just as much as you scratch up his

• being a spider-person comes with certain responsibilities around powers. that being said, he will use webs as an assist in your bondage play

• who needs rope or a tie when you have high-tech webs?

• if you EVER told another spider-person how he uses his webs in the bedroom, he would vehemently deny it. he has to set a good example, of course

• LOVES pinning you against surfaces: the wall, your bed, upside down on the ceiling, you name it

• you guys have had sex upside down on the bedroom ceiling before. there are perks to sticking to walls

• little bit of a size kink. like, dude is HUGE. he’s convinced (and you aren't complaining) that his shoulders were made so your legs could be thrown over them

• the first time you sleep together, he’s extremely gentle with you, letting you set the pace as you adjust to his size

• once you've been together for a while, though, assuming you’re okay with it and up for it that night, he’ll push right into you without giving you time to adjust and set a punishing pace the second he’s seated in you

• sometimes he’ll put his hand on your belly to feel his cock drilling into you through your stomach

• he could eat you out for hours

• holds your legs open with all of his strength and licks and laps at you until you’re screaming his name and gripping at his hair for leverage

• he has powers, yeah, but his real powers are the duo of his nose and tongue, one rubbing your clit and the other exploring your cunt

• he’d prefer to pleasure you, but won't say no to you returning the favor

• it takes everything in him not to fuck your face, you just look so pretty with him down your throat

• when you give him the okay, he loses any ounce of composure he had and is thrusting into your mouth until drool and tears mix on your chin

• when you open your mouth wide to show him you swallowed, he praises you, calling you a good girl in Spanish or English, depending how quick he recovers from his orgasm

• probably has a breeding kink too

• cums in you, collects what drips down your thighs on his fingers, then finger fucks it back into you

• he desperately wants you to have his baby

A/N: guys i will write 100 more of these if you want me to. i have miguel brainrot and i have it BAD.

[atzaurora]

쉬다-𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕

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𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ ᥲsᥣᥱᥱ⍴ ᥕһіᥣᥱ і 𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ 𝖿᥆r ᥡ᥆ᥙ

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: San

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!idol!reader x idol!san

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (fluff)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: none

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: after a long day, you're both very exhausted and he lets you fall asleep on his lap, comforting you so you get some rest.

𝒘/𝒄: 976

𝒂/𝒏: i enjoyed writing this one! I'm proud of myself for coming up with that title ngl please let me know if you have any requests ^^

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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the day had been long, filled with back-to-back schedules, rehearsals, and performances. as an idol, the fast-paced life was something you had grown accustomed to, but today had been especially exhausting. you were grateful, though, for the unwavering support of your group members and, most importantly, your boyfriend, San. although your relationship was a well-kept secret known only to the other members of Ateez, it was a source of immense comfort and joy.

the car ride back from the company to the dorms was quiet, with most of the members either dozing off or lost in their own thoughts. San sat beside you, his hand subtly intertwined with yours, hidden beneath a jacket. his touch was warm, and it grounded you after a hectic day.

"we're almost home," he whispered, his voice soft yet comforting. you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. just a few more minutes, and you could finally relax.

as the car pulled into the familiar parking lot of the dorm building, everyone slowly began to stir. you all shuffled out, making your way up to your respective floors.

"goodnight, everyone," you said to the other members as you parted ways in the after going into the dorm. they all went to their own room, most of them heading straight to sleep. you quickly made your way into the kitchen, where San was waiting for you.

"hey, y/n," he greeted you with a tired but genuine smile. "ready to relax?"

"more than ready," you replied, taking his hand as he led you inside.

the Ateez dorm was quiet, only the sounds of soft snoring or rumbling in the bathroom could be heard now, an unusual feeling, since there was always someone being overly hyped and making a lot of noises.

San guided you to the living room, where he had already set up a cozy corner with soft blankets and pillows. "come on, let's get comfortable," he said, pulling you down onto the couch beside him. you sank into the cushions, feeling the day's stress begin to melt away.

San reached for the remote and turned on the TV, tuning into a light-hearted drama that was perfect for unwinding. as the episode played, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids grow heavy. San's presence was soothing, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was like a lullaby.

"San," you murmured, trying to fight the sleepiness that was overtaking you. "thank you for being here."

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "always, y/n. now, just rest. you've had a long day."

you didn't need any more convincing. you shifted slightly, resting your head on his lap. San adjusted the blanket over you, his fingers gently stroking your hair. the sensation was so calming that within moments, you were drifting off to sleep.

San continued to watch the drama, his attention split between the screen and the peaceful sight of you sleeping. he smiled softly, looking at your features. god, how he admired you. if you would be awake right now to see the way he looked at you, there'd be no need to ever doubt what this man felt for you ever again. it's like he fell for you all over again.

time seemed to blur as you slept, the comforting presence of San grounding you in a way nothing else could. occasionally, you would stir slightly, and San would soothe you with gentle whispers and soft touches.

"shh, it's okay, y/n. just sleep," he would murmur, his voice like a balm to your tired soul.

eventually, the drama ended, and San turned off the TV, not wanting to disturb your slumber. he sat quietly, his thoughts filled with gratitude for the bond you shared. he knew how challenging it was to maintain a relationship in your world, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.

as the night wore on, the other members tiptoed around, giving you and San the space you needed. they respected your relationship and often marveled at the strong connection you two shared despite the demands of your careers.

after what felt like hours, you began to stir, slowly waking up to the feeling of San's hand still gently caressing your hair. you blinked, disoriented for a moment before remembering where you were.

"hey," you whispered, looking up at him. "how long was I out?"

"not too long," he replied with a smile. "just enough to recharge a bit. how do you feel?"

"better," you admitted, sitting up and stretching. "I didn't realize how tired I was."

San chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection. "that's what I'm here for, to help you relax and take care of you."

you leaned in and kissed his cheek, your heart swelling with love. "thank you, San. I don't know what I'd do without you."

he pulled you into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on top of your head. "and I don't know what I'd do without you, y/n. I love you."

you stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

after a while, San suggested getting ready for bed. "we still have another busy day tomorrow. let's get some proper rest."

you nodded, standing up and stretching again. San led you to the bathroom where you took turns washing up and getting ready for bed. once you were both in your pajamas, you walked into San's bedroom where the bed was already calling your name.

San settled down beside you, pulling the blankets up over both of you. he wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and content.

"goodnight, y/n," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"goodnight, San," you replied, closing your eyes and letting the comfort of his embrace lull you back to sleep.

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[badomenslullaby]

The Weight We Share

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 890

Master List

Author's Note: I'M BACK! I missed everyone, but it was a long and much needed break! Please enjoy a cute short story ❤️

This week has been exhausting for you. You've been running around nonstop for several days, preparing to go on tour with the boys. Your to-do list has been endless: setting up appointments to board your pets, arranging for a house sitter, and making time to see friends and family before you're gone for two months. You've also been packing your bags, organizing your travel itinerary, and ensuring that all the necessary equipment and supplies are ready for the tour. Every spare moment has been filled with tasks, leaving you excited and overwhelmed.

On this particular day, the sun was scorching more than in the past few days, leaving you irritated since you don’t do well in the heat. You've been away from home all day and are ready to get back and recharge your social battery. As soon as you pull into the driveway, you leave all your shopping bags in the car and head straight into the house. Opening the door, you're welcomed by the sight of your boyfriend, Noah, sitting on the couch playing video games.

Toeing off your shoes, you quietly walk to the couch and lay your head on one end, resting your feet on Noah's lap. He chuckles softly and begins to rub your legs. "Long day, sunshine?" he asks with a small smile. You nod, too tired to speak. He glances over and notices how worn out you look, pausing his game to give you his full attention.

“You seem a little stressed, baby. Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently. Slowly, you took a deep breath, and a few tears began to trickle down your face.

“I’m just so overwhelmed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m super excited about the next two months, going on tour with you and the guys. But trying to get everything in order and making time to see everyone is overwhelming. The hours in the day seem to get shorter and shorter, and it’s becoming more difficult to fit everything in.”

As you speak, Noah notices the fast pace of your words and sees you struggling to breathe. “Hey, it’s okay, sunshine. Look at me,” he says, gently holding your face and guiding your eyes to meet his. “Follow me and do what I’m doing, okay?” he asks softly. All you can do is nod while trying to catch your breath.

“Okay, follow my lead,” he says reassuringly. He begins by taking a slow, deep breath through his nose, and you mimic his actions. He holds it for a count of five before slowly exhaling through his mouth. You follow his lead, repeating the breathing exercise until he sees the color returning to your face and notices you calm down. He moves his hands from your face to your hands, holding them gently yet firmly.

“Now that you've calmed down let’s look at this together. You’re feeling overwhelmed trying to do everything yourself, right?” he asks.

“Yes,” you mumble, focusing on the calm feeling and trying not to spiral again.

“Sunshine, let me help you. You don’t have to carry this load alone,” he says softly. You sigh, shifting slightly, trying not to feel guilty.

“I know,” you reply quietly. “I just didn’t want to bother you. I know you’re really busy getting ready for the tour, and I didn’t want to ruin your one day off by adding more to your plate. Besides, I’m used to figuring things out on my own.” Noah gives you a small smile before he brings your hand up to his lips and gives it a gentle kiss.

“I know, sunshine, but we’re a team. You may be used to figuring things out and doing everything independently, but now you have me. Even though today was my day off, I would have dropped everything to help you. Trust me when I say this: I love you, and you’ll never have to carry any burden alone. Let me help you, baby. Let me be there for you and make things easier to carry.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. The tension in your shoulders starts to ease as you let his words sink in. You’ve always prided yourself on being independent, but the comfort of having someone to share the load with feels like a warm blanket around your heart.

“Okay,” you whisper, your voice a little shaky but full of relief. “I’ll let you help.”

He smiles softly, a look of pure affection in his eyes. “That’s all I wanted to hear,” he says, reassuringly squeezing your hands. “We’ll figure this out together.”

As you both sit there, holding each other’s hands, you begin to talk through the things that have been overwhelming you—planning for the tour, making time for friends and family, and the little tasks that have been piling up. Noah listens intently, offering suggestions and reassuring you that you don’t have to do it alone.

With each problem you discuss, the weight on your shoulders seems to lift a little more. By the end of the conversation, you feel lighter, more in control, and, most importantly, not alone. Noah pulls you into a warm embrace, and you feel like you can breathe easily for the first time in days.

“We’ve got this,” he murmurs into your hair. “One step at a time, together.”

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 His southern loving applies to more than just tender hair care, it also extends to the way he takes you in bed

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 P in V sex, body worship, tit play, oral (f! receiving), squirting, he gets kinda religious but in like a worshipping the reader type way, creampie

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

"I can't believe you've been hiding your accent from me all this time.." You pouted as he braided your hair. You heard him scoff lightly, amused.

"I ain't hide it, darlin', it just.. Never came out." He whispered, taking such tender care of your hair.

"Well put it away, it's making me feel things." You whispered back, feeling all hot and fuzzy inside. You couldn't lie and say that his accent wasn't having an effect on you.

This immediately caught his attention. "Is it now, sugar?" He whispered, having more of that southern drawl to his words. The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming a bit heavier.

He moved so that he was hovering over you, pressing tender kisses to your skin. "How 'bouts I show you how a real southern man treats a woman?" He suggested, his tone leaving no room for confusion. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

"Yes.." You whispered breathlessly, gently grabbing his jaw and kissing him. His affection was that perfect mix between gentle lust and dominating command. "Please.." You whispered breathlessly against his lips, weak to his touch.

"Darlin', I've barely touched ya, and you're already beggin'." He teased, his kisses moving lower, down your neck, to your collarbone, right at the neckline of your shirt.

You let out a soft whine as he pushed your shirt over your breasts, seeing them contained by your bra. Skillfully, he used one hand to unclip your bra, setting your tits free. "Look how fuckin' gorgeous, darlin'. Makin' my damn head spin." He whispered huskily, pressing kisses along your chest, before taking a nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking along the peaked bud, while he pinched the opposite one gently with his fingers.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, and as good as his current motions felt, you tried to guide him lower, where you were truly eager. "Johnny please.. I need you inside me, I need your tongue on my clit." You begged, your back arching in anticipation.

"Is my girl needy for me today, hm? Darlin', if I'd known ya woulda gotten so worked up over a lil' accent, I woulda brought it out much, much sooner." He rasped, his voice deep in that southern accent that drove you crazy. But he didn't fight you on going lower, quickly taking off your pants and underwear, but that didn't mean he'd quit teasing and working you up just yet.

He kissed all the way down from your tits, to your stomach, to your hips and pubic bone, to around your inner thighs, his breath just ghosting over your arousal.

"Beg me, darlin'. Let me hear those pretty lil' words slip from your lips. Tell me how much ya want me." He demanded softly, yet with a firm edge.

"Please, Johnny.. I need you. Please stop teasing, I can't- I can't handle it." You softly cried out, anticipation making your cunt drool, which he noticed and let a smirk cross his features.

"Well how could I deny my woman when she's beggin' so nicely f'r me? You just lay back, sugar, lemme take care of ya." He whispered, planting a kiss on your clit before rubbing circles with his tongue.

That alone already had you gasping for air, the feeling of his warm, wet tongue along the most sensitive place on your body, but when he rubbed his fingers along your folds- the cold sensation of his rings on your skin that felt like it was on fire- before pushing inside you, made you nearly lose it.

"Johnny I'm- oh my god.. Oh my god, I'm gonna squirt!" You moaned, nearly crying out as you felt your orgasm building. He pulled his fingers out, and with a flat hand, rubbed back and forth on your clit at a fast pace.

"Tha's it, let go for me, baby. Show me how good 'm makin' ya feel." He spoke, his free hand going back to your nipple, rubbing along it with his thumb, as he left kisses on the parts of your skin he could reach.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your juices squirting on his hand and arm, but he took it in stride, moving up to kiss your lips- the ones on your face, tongue slipping in your mouth as he let you ride out your orgasm.

He gave you a chance to catch your breath, his right hand moving to gently massage the flesh of your thigh, while his left gently cradled the back of your head. He was treating your body so gently, with such care, as if it was his one purpose in life. "Tha's it.. You're so good, so pretty.. Just breathe baby. Ya took it so well, all I need'cha to do now is breathe." He whispered, worshipping your body with tender affection.

You took in deep breaths, your legs no longer twitching, before you gently grabbed his chin. "I need you inside me, Johnny. Please. I need to feel all of you."

"Your wish is my command, gorgeous. Can ya get on all fours for me, love? Just trust me to take care of ya." He whispered, and so you did what he asked, flipping over so your palms and knees were on the soft surface of the bed, your ass up for him. "Perfect, absolutely perfect. I wish ya could see how damn pretty ya look right now." He praised, quickly stripping himself of his clothes before kneeling down, pressing feather light kisses against your soft ass cheeks. "Darlin', if you were a goddess, I woulda been your biggest devotee. I woulda spend my days worshipping your altar.." He mumbled against your skin, before straightening himself back up, spitting in his hand and stroking his cock to make sure he was properly prepared for you.

He slowly pushed inside, breath hitching slightly. He'd never get used to the way your pussy enveloped him, taking him like you were built specifically for him. Once he bottomed out, you were breathless, his length deep inside you. "Fuck me, please. Make me cum on your cock, love." You begged, wiggling your hips slightly back against him.

"Let me savor ya, doll." He lightly chuckled, slowly moving his hips, painfully slow strokes inside you, making you feel every vein, every pulse of his cock, the way his tip dragged inside you. "Ya deserve this.. To be fucked properly like the good girl I know ya are.."

His thrusts only increased in pace and ferver, like he was chasing something only you could give him. His hand snaked around your waist, up to your tits, just letting the flesh be softly held in his hand as he hit that sweet spot in you that made you cry out his name. "Oh Johnny! Just like that.. Yes!" You practically screamed as he kept pistoning inside you.

"Ya close, beautiful? Gonna cum with me? Say it... Say you're gonna cum with me." He whispered, leaning over you, arching your back as he pulled you closer to his chest, deepening the angle at which he pounded inside you.

"Uh huh... Yes! Gonna cum with you, Johnny!" You whimpered, the change of angle only serving to make your brain fuzzier.

"Good girl, so perfect f'r me. Let me feel ya. Just let go, I'll catch ya." He encouraged, whispering in your ear with that sultry tone.

You tried to cover your mouth to drown out your sounds of pleasure, but he quickly put an end to that, grabbing your wrist. "Don't'cha cover your mouth, darlin', lemme hear ya. Be a damn shame if I missed those pretty lil' cries outta you." He whispered, voice rough with need, as he was getting close himself, his balls tightening.

He pinned your arms behind your back, holding you by your elbow area. "I'm so close, Johnny. So close.." You whined, and that was the only semblance of a warning you could give before you were soaking his thighs and the sheets. With a few more thrusts, soft groans and grunts coming from him, he finished inside you, holding you close to him.

Once you both caught your breaths, he unhooked your arms from his grasp, gently letting you lean forward against the sheets, but held your hips up. "Ight, let's go get ya cleaned up. Why don't'cha go take a shower, 'n I'll wash the sheets?" He suggested, gently rubbing circles into your back, massaging it softly.

You just gave a slight nod, but he knew you'd need a couple more minutes to start functioning again.

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Lipstick. (Dark!Joel Miller x Reader.)

!This is my first fic about Joel, please be gentle ): It's kinda short. (feedback is appreciated.) This contains smut and mature themes. Minors DNI, rough sex, Joel is rough, slight non-con, unprotected p in v sex. This is dark smut. You've been warned.!

(I don't know too much about TLOU, I've only played the game and watched a tiny bit of the show so if you see any story mistakes just let me know (: thank you)

When Joel's eyes crossed her lips, his eyes narrowed. "The hell is on your mouth?" He asks. He and Ellie were getting ready for the day. He had patrol and she needed to go to a couple classes with the rest of the kids her age, which she hated. "What?" She asks. Looking confused. Until her hand raised to touch her lip. "Oh. It's lipstick."

He grits his teeth. "Lipstick? Why do you have lipstick on?" He asks.

"It's... Just lipstick. Y/N makes it using some stuff she finds." She shrugs. The mention of your name has the hair on his body standing up. "That's stupid Ellie. Don't need no damn lipstick in all this. Give it here." He holds his hand out. She sighs. She wants to stand her ground but she knows Joel won't give up. She digs it out of her pocket and passes it to his hand that he's holding out. She sighs as she does it. "No go on. Go to class." She shakes her head. "Have a stupid class but can't have a fucking lipstick." She mumbles under her breath as she walks out the door. He shakes his head at her.

Joel is fuming. He knows the kind of girl you are. He's already told you to stay away from Ellie once before but the fact that you didn't listen and went as far to give her a lipstick gets under his skin. How the fuck were you even making this shit anyways?

He shakes his head as he gathers up everything he'd need for patrol and heads out.

To his surprise, Tommy is waiting by the entrance. "Hey. Hayden is sick so we have a fill in for your patrol partner." He nods.

"Who is it?" He asks.

"Y/N."

Joel has to hide the way he grits his teeth from his brother. "Ain't she a kid?" He asks. "Nah she's in her twenties and I've been on patrol with her a couple times, she knows what she's doin." He laughs. "You'll be alright. Promise." Joel nods his head and heads toward the stable to get his horse. He sees you standing next to a horse and remembers you weren't in class with Ellie, that you helped train the horses. So he told you to stay away from Ellie and not only did you not listen, but went out of your way to disobey him.

It wouldn't go over well for you when he gets you alone, that's for sure. He wasn't going to be nice this time.

He doesn't say a word to you and you don't press him. The last interaction you'd had with Joel didn't go very well and you knew how big of a prick he could be so you kept quiet. You did what you were supposed to do and that was that.

After a couple of hours, he's slowing to a stop. "What are you doing?" You ask.

You're right out front of an outpost for your people on patrol to take breaks and stay if the weather is too bad. A tiny log cabin circled around in wire. "Need a break." He's short. He hops down off of his horse and ties it up to the railing on the porch of the cabin, taking his gloves off as he makes his way inside. You skeptically do the same. Knowing Joel and how impatient he is, this was out of the ordinary for him. He never took breaks. You tie your horse up, taking your time to cover her up with a cover. It's cold this time of year and you don't want her to get too cold.

You might've been stalling as well.

You make your way inside and sit down on the old dusty sofa. Pulling your sweater off.

Joel paces the room for a minute, and you know something is wrong. He looks pissed.

"Um.. is everything okay?" You ask. He glides his hand over his facial hair. Letting out a laugh. It's not a good one.

He sets down the tiny pot of lipstick you'd made on the coffee table. It's in an old carmex pot. You swallow hard.

Goddamnit Ellie.

"I think you know the answer to that question." He mumbles.

You stay quiet.

Joel can't help but note just how red your lips look, and it's not the cold. You were making red lipstick in an apocalypse. At least you'd given Ellie a light color. "Give me it." He holds his hand out. "What?" You ask. "You have that shit on, now give it to me." He seethes. You swallow hard, feeling like you're being scolded like a small child. You dig in your pocket. This time, it's in an actual lipstick tube. He opens it up and looks at it. It's a bright red.

He shakes his head. "I don't understand what's wrong with it." You mumble. "What's wrong with it, is it's stupid. We're living in the goddamn end of the world and you're makin' fucking lipstick." He shakes his head. "Besides that, you've been talkin to Ellie after I told you to stay the hell away from her. Now she's wearing lipstick like some kind of..." He trails off. Making you narrow your eyes. You stand up, your demeanor is challenging to him. "Some kind of what?" You cross your arms. "Go on Joel. Say it."

He stays quiet.

"Like some kind of.. slut?" You tilt your head.

"Yeah. Like some kind of slut." he shakes his head.

You scoff at him. "Ellie approached me and asked me for it. I didn't seek her out. And I'll wear lipstick if I damn well please. You aren't my dad." You roll your eyes. Reaching for the tube in his hand. He pulls it back before you can grab it. "Nah. You're wasting resources making this shit. It's going in the garbage." He's stern.

"Than I'll just make more."

Before your sentence is even finished, he's reaching for you. He pushes you back onto the sofa. A gasp leaves your lips when you hit the sofa with a thud. He closes the distance, hand gripping a handful of your hair and tugging you flush to his face. Lips right by your ear. "You're a stupid girl, you know that." He growls. "Nd I'm gonna make sure you stay away from Ellie." He pushes you back. Letting go of your hair. You feel tears pricking your eyes. You knew Joel Miller could be an asshole but you didn't think he could be like this.

He reaches for the front of his jeans and your eyes go wide.

"Wait! Wait. I'm sorry Joel. I'll stay away from Ellie I swear. I'm sorry." You breathe. "You're gonna be darlin." His voice is deep.

"Take your jeans off." He nods, moving closer. "Joel-"

"Take. Them off." He draws his buck knife out of it's sheath on his waistband. "Or I'll cut 'em off."

You reach slowly for the button on your jeans. Swallowing hard as you unbutton them, praying someone will come by and he will back off of you. The chances of that happening were slim to none. You were pretty much screwed. You clench your eyes shut as you push them down your thighs. Your hands shake as you do, nervous as to what he was going to do. Was he going to kill you and say that an accident had happened?

All over a lipstick.

"Joel.." You look up at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anything would come of it. I was just trying to bring a little bit of humanity back by making them. I swear I won't do it again." You breathe.

He notices now that you had wiped it off with your sleeve.

"No. Put it back on." He throws the tube of lipstick at you and you catch it narrowly.

You gulp, lifting the tube up to your lips. "Why?"

He stays quiet.

He notices the color in the tube is far more red than the color you had on previously. You glide the color onto your lips and Joel thinks about the last time he had seen a woman with red lips like that. She sure as hell wasn't an upstanding citizen, hanging out with Tommy in his younger days. He can feel himself hardening in his jeans, cock pulsing against his thigh where it sat. "Fuck.." He breathes. Reaching down to adjust himself. You take in a deep breath. Realizing what it is that's going on.

He found it attractive.

He closes the distance between the two of you. "Knees. Now." He tugs you forward by your shirt. You run your tongue over your bottom lip. You look up at him.

You wince as your knees hit the ground, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, drinking you in as he tears you apart with his eyes. He glides his fingertips up your throat to the edge of your chin. Tilting you to look up at him further. "You're a bad girl." He breathes, crouching himself down to your level. "If you're good f'me, maybe I'll forget about this. If you're really good... maybe I'll let you keep your fucking lipstick too." He seethes. His breath hot on your face. You wait, seeing if he'll say anymore. "I'll be good." You look up at him. "That's what I thought." He grasps the hem of your shirt. A gasp leaving your lips as he slices right through the fabric with his knife. Once he's got a good cut in the fabric, he grasps it with both hands. He tears it off. "Open your mouth."

You tilt your head up, lips parting slightly. He rests the pad of his thumb on your tongue, gliding it over your tongue and bottom lip. Clearly seeing how it'd feel. He notices the red residue from your lipstick. It eats him alive inside.

He kneels down onto one knee, grasping the lipstick in his hands once more. Making the already small tube look impossibly smaller with his large hands. He pulls the top off. Twisting it up just slightly. Staring at it. Finally, a smile creeps onto his face. He moves forward. "Keep your hands behind your back." He growls. "Don't piss me off." He growls. Lowering his head. He moves closer, and eventually you can feel the tip of the lipstick gliding over your skin. He's clearly writing something on your chest.

You stay completely still. Not wanting to provoke him any further.

Once he finishes, he pulls away. You have a feeling you know what he's written. But your eyes flicker down to see what it is.

'Slut'

You clench your eyes closed. You're humiliated. "This must be embarrassing for ya huh? Must feel pretty fucking stupid that in all of this... you thought a lipstick would make you feel human." He scoffs. "You look like a whore to me. I gotta ask baby, did you do this on purpose cause you knew it'd piss me off? Quick way to get my cock in you?" His lips glide over your cheeks as he says these things, right near your ear. "No." You whisper. "Hm? I don't think I heard you. Speak up."

"No. No I didn't." You look up at him again, eyes watery. "Oh baby. You're not gonna cry are ya?" He taunts. "Save those tears baby, we haven't even gotten fuckin started."

He stands up, knees hurting as he pulls his cock from its confines. Pumping himself. "Get back on the couch. You're not sucking my dick yet." He forces you up. Pushing you onto your back. "Hold your thighs up. I'm not done marking you." He moves forward. You glance to the window, noticing the snow is starting to fall from the sky. He sees what you're looking at, shaking his head with an evil smile on his face. "Looks like you're stuck here with me a while." He laughs.

He uses the lipstick to write more slurs on your body. The bottom of your thighs right before they meet the fat of your ass, your lower stomach just before your mound. Covering you.

Slut. Cumslut. Whore.

Once he feels like he's humiliated you enough, he sets the tube down and moves over you, spreading your legs. "Gonna stretch this pussy out. Gonna show you who owns you, why ya shouldn't run around like a little whore wearing red lipstick."

You cry out as he sinks his cock into the cavern between your legs. Giving you no warning. No time to adjust. It burns as he stretches you. Forcing you up into a mating press. "Maybe I should fill you." He taunts. "Breed this fucking pussy, show Jackson what a slut you've been." He laughs. Seeing tears fill at your water line.

His thrusts are bruising, forcing you back into the couch. You can't stay quiet as he fucks into you. Pounding you. Your thighs shiver under him, and he wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. A slut but can't take a cock? How pathetic.

He moves back, forcing you up onto your knees, moving himself behind you. He forces you back into him, hand on your right shoulder. He slides himself back inside of you again, hearing you cry out. He lifts you up, wrapping his hands around your front, holding you flush against him. His lips are right at your ear, hips still working against yours. He forces your face back, lips connecting with yours. He kisses you hard. He pulls away again and you turn back away from him. "Can feel this little pussy getting so tight on me." He pants. "So fucking good. I need to give ya more credit. Best fuck I've had in a while baby." He hisses. He glides his hands up your front, cupping your breasts with them. He squeezes them lightly, hearing you cry out. "Gonna cum?" He laughs. "You like when I fuck your slutty pussy, hm?" He taunts. "Go on. Cum on my cock darlin." You move forward, a sob leaving your lips as you reach your high. Vision blinding white as he works you through your orgasm.

Your body shakes and you clamp down around him, tighter than he's ever felt anyone on him before, and he almost doesn't pull out.

When he's ridden out your high, he pulls out of you. Forcing you back onto your knees once more. He forces his cock into your mouth. He doesn't let you adjust, starts fucking your throat immediately. You relax your throat, staring up at him. "Fuck.. lookin at me like that. Gonna make me cum." He groans. His eyes widen slightly as you wrap your hands around the backs of his thighs, moving him closer to you. "Fuck." He mumbles, "that's a good girl, good fuckin girl." He pants. His chest heaves hard as he fights off an orgasm. But you don't move away.

"Gonna cum- gonna cum down your fucking throat." He gasps. Wrapping his hands in your hair, holding you down on him. Before he finishes completing, he draws back. Watching the warm ropes of his cum coat your chest where he'd written the first slur. When he's finished, he smiles down at you. The fucking masterpiece he'd created.

He turns back to the window, seeing that the snow had stopped falling. It wasn't going to stick.

"Put your clothes on."

You turn away. Using your ripped shirt to scrub as much lipstick off of your body as possible, his cum too. You return your sweater back on, the one you had taken off when you entered the cabin in the first place. You adjust your jeans and your holster. Hurrying out to your horse before it started snowing again, and you got stuck here for even longer with Joel.

He made sure he had cleaned off all of the lipstick off of himself. He didn't want anyone knowing what had happened.

Joel thought that would be the last he saw of you. He taught you a lesson. To stay away from him and Ellie.

It wasn't until he seen you passing by him as he spoke with Tommy, finding out that you'd be the fill in as his patrol partner a couple weeks later. Making brief eye contact with you. Seeing you stroll past, lips coated in that same red lipstick.

[judasgot-it]

hi! May i request tecchou and chuuya when s/o takes care of them after they were discharged from the hospital because after a mission, they were quite injured (idk if discharged it’s understandable, I used google translate but I hope you could understand me)

First time writing Chuuya, I don't know if I did him right so please tell me if I did him ok? (Also don't worry, your English is fine <3)

Scenario: Taking care of you after getting injured (Tecchou, Chuuya)

Tecchou

"Oh, let me get that for you."

Your hand had dropped your hairbrush again. It was the 3rd time since you started, and you were beginning to get frustrated.

You didn't say anything though, just reaching your arm out so you could try again. It was difficult, trying to even wrap all of your fingers around the handle. But you managed, forcing yourself to place the bristles through your strands of hair, slowly dragging it through the knots that had formed throughout the week.

"Do you want me to do it for you?"

Tecchou was still behind you, watching you through the mirror as you struggled to brush your hair. You were going at an agonizingly slow pace, but you still persisted.

"No. I have to do this, remember?"

You were frustrated with the situation but what could you do about it - your arm was temporarily paralyzed, and your only option was to keep using it until you gained full control of it back.

You were just glad you still had it, as you were only inches away from having it blown off. This was really child's play for what you usually faced.

"I can help with this. You deserve a little break."

You made eye contact with him in the mirror, seeing him give you a little smile. He reached over and brushed some of your tangled hair with his fingers, careful to avoid the scabs hiding in your scalp.

For the past week, you've refused to let him touch it, only brushing it yourself so you could get control of your hand again. It wasn't exactly easy, seeing as you couldn't brush it as finely as you did before your injury. It's become a bit of a rat's nest, but you stayed stubborn.

You were a Hunting Dog, which meant that you had no choice but to get better as soon as possible. Your job didn't allow for vacations.

But maybe you wanted to feel spoiled for a bit. Doctor's orders be damned.

Sighing, you handed him the brush, moving to sit down on the toilet. You forced yourself to push the seat down with your arm, flexing your fingers as much as they allowed.

Tecchou said nothing, instead bending over and putting the brush to your hair. He was as gentle as possible, which was odd for the man - usually, he would attack something like this with maximum proficiency. Which meant a lot of pulling and tugging on your poor scalp.

It was relaxing, having him take the brush through your hair. One of his hands gently guided your head around, allowing him to easily move the brush throughout your hair, You let your eyes close, letting him treat you like an expensive doll.

This felt like a small slice of heaven right now.

"Thank you for saving me on the last mission."

You nodded, your head falling into his chest. You admittedly didn't want to get up, feeling your shoulders fall as you felt the bristles brush against the back of your neck.

"You've already thanked me. It's not that big of a deal, you know this is our job."

Tecchou hummed. He set the brush aside, moving your shoulders so he could look at you. You forced your head up, looking up into his honey eyes.

"Yes. But this feels different somehow."

You snorted. You fell back into his chest, pulling him close to you. His shirt was soft and stretched across his back, which made you realize this may have been an awkward position for him.

"So what if I want to protect my boyfriend, is that so wrong?"

You felt a hum in his chest, warming you on the inside. He put his cheek on top of your head, thinking.

"I suppose not. Just don't die ok?"

If he hugged you tighter while saying that, you didn't tease him. You just enjoyed his warmth for the moment, feeling close.

Chuuya

"Please don't ever do that again."

You were sitting in the park, watching as Chuuya brought both of your orders to your little park bench. He looked exasperated, looking at you from underneath his mop of hair.

He had ran from the nearby sandwich shop, just to find you sitting at a nearby park bench.

"Do what? I can't go that far Chuuya."

You had only walked about a couple meters away - nothing worth worrying about. Barely even out of sight.

"Don't get snappy with me your highness. I'm the one looking out for you while you're out of commission."

You looked at him as you took the brown bag out of his hands. Reaching in, you took out your food, looking to start your meal.

"Oopsie."

You gave a smile as Chuuya growled a little, biting his sandwich a little too aggressively. Riling him up had become a bit of a hobby of yours, seeing as it was all in good fun.

There wasn't anything else to do anyway, as you were forced to stand by until your ribs were completely healed. It was great, taking the time off and spending time with Chuuya. Just sucked being in pain nearly 24/7.

Even in your sleep, you couldn't catch a break. Everything hurt, so you really did appreciate Chuuya's company.

"So what'd you order? It smells really good."

You started to eat your own food, but you were eyeing his like a starving dog. Slowly, he inched away from you on the bench, holding his sandwich out of your reach.

"No way. I already paid for your lunch and now you want to eat mine? What more do you want from me?"

You smiled, like a strange little caracal. Your plastic fork waved around in your mouth as you spoke with it still there, with no regard to manners.

"I don't know. Saving people from falling out of a burning building usually comes with big rewards. Maybe I should get a kiss on the lips too and a big thank you."

Chuuya looked at you wide-eyed, stopping for a second. He was stunned at your offer, his face having a small blush.

Before he let out a large laugh, his ass almost slipping onto the concrete below.

"Do you really want that?"

He was smiling wide, his ocean eyes crinkling with him. His face was inching closer toward yours as he said this.

You looked at him, trying to gain your bearings as he put his hand underneath your chin and kissed you, lingering for a moment. You could feel his smile as he stayed there, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Then he pulled away, taking another bite out of his sandwich.

"Oh thank you so much Y/n. For saving me out of a burning building, and then breaking three of your ribs. You really are a hero, you know that?"

You looked at him, still blushing from his kiss. Then you snapped out of it, looking out to the park.

"Of course I am. I would do anything for a pretty damsel in distress, you know?"

You looked back towards him, biting your lip a little as chewed on his food. You were trying not to laugh, as it would have been extremely painful.

Chuuya reached over and pat your thigh, comforting you. You took a moment to catch your breath, still smiling despite the pain you were in.

"Could that pretty damsel please give you another kiss? I think you still need to feel my gratitude."

You smiled, carefully scooting closer toward him. You pat your lips, looking at him expectantly.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"You suck Y/n."

"And you swallow, Chuuya."

The ginger simply rolled his eyes and took your lips again, carefully taking your chin in his hand.

I haven't written for Chuuya yet so this was a challenge! But I love it when ppl request cuz this account really helps encourage me to write

[bigfan-fanfic]

A Song for a Crownguard (Bard!Reader x Soren)

@acoustickitten Hi! Hope you've been well 😌 Would you mind doing headcanons on Soren dating the Royal Bard of Katolis.

You're really not sure how you and Soren started dating.

But all the songs you know tell stories of love that takes great work and effort.

Loving Soren is the easiest thing in the world.

And not because it isn't something profound and beautiful.

There's something about him that you understand at a deep level.

Maybe your own theatricality allows you to see past the front he puts on for others.

He's smart and tactical, but he hides this, maybe because his sister is smarter, so he feels inadequate.

He's soft and gentle, but he hides this, maybe because his father didn't value those traits.

But with you, he doesn't feel as much of a need to hide.

He's funny, but not making everything into a joke.

He's strong, but willing to lean on you.

And in turn, he is your rock.

Soren loves your songs and tales - especially the once about his own adventures.

He especially loves to hear you play an instrument.

But as the Royal Bard and the Crownguard, you share the spotlight often, so Soren likes to try and give you normality.

He'll take you out for picnics and out of the way restaurants.

And sometimes in Barius' shop, so that you never need to worry about being mobbed.

Your job is to play for the King and the royal court at functions, and to chronicle the living history of Katolis.

In other words, Soren knows all of your songs by heart and is supporting you at every function as long as he's not on duty.

He's also endlessly supportive, especially if you have a hobby or interest that isn't your work - he better than anyone knows the importance of work life balance.

Now, while he doesn't joke all the time with you, because he doesn't need to - he still jokes a lot.

Humor isn't just a coping mechanism, he genuinely sees the world and the fun in it.

He loves to make you laugh, genuinely laugh. If he can get a snort out of you, he's a happy man.

And he would love to do whatever he could for you that would help or make your life easier.

He'll even learn to cook for you.

Soren really isn't one to do things by halves. Not when it comes to someone he cares for.

So he doesn't really see the point in waiting if you have a good thing going. He'll let you set the pace in a relationship, but he's ready to commit so hard.

He loves you and he wants you to know it. He wants everyone to know it!

Because he's so happy to have someone he loves, and who loves him, without expecting something from him, without needing something from him.

He loves you.

[hellowhisperingstars]

The Boogeyman

Summary: You’re Joseph Quinn’s girlfriend and the lead in the new Duffer Brothers horror movie. He comes to surprise you on set after months of video calls.

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Actress/GF!Reader

Words: 1443

Warnings: RPF, Duffer level gore, Fluff, The Boogeyman

A/N: This story has nothing to do with the new movie that is coming out. This is one of two one shots that I wrote for Joe. Please let me know what you think!

You can find more of my stories on my Stranger Things Masterlist!

Or read this story on AO3!

Joe smiled as he watched you on the monitors from the directors tent as you laughed with your young co-star, Grace, who played your daughter. He was hiding from you since this was a technical scene and he didn't want you to be distracted by his presence. He had flown in yesterday, with permission from the Duffers, to the south of France so he could surprise you on set of their new horror movie. 

The movie was about a young mother named Bliss who inherited an old château after the death of a great aunt she never knew. Your character was adopted by a loving family in America after her parents died and she grew up knowing nothing of her biological family. Bliss, her daughter, Hailey, and Bliss' older adopted brother Marcus all came to the south of France to clean and sell the house, not realizing the house holds a creature known only as the Boogeyman until he starts to terrorize them.

It's been a long couple of months but from the video calls you've done he can see that you've been having a blast filming. He was glad he had convinced you to audition for the role, and had even helped you film your tapes. So when your agent called on behalf of the Duffers for the main character he pushed you to take the role, after seeing how much fun he had on the set of Stranger Things you were biting for the chance to work with the brothers. He remembered when he had to calm you one night before filming had even started.

You were excited and nervous as the time for filming drew closer. "Is this a good idea babe?" You asked as you packed your bags a week before the filming began.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Joe asked, folding a shirt for you as he sat on the bed you shared in your London flat, watching you as you paced from the closet to the bed with a few more shirts. 

"It's just I'll be gone for months. You'll be all alone here and I'm going to miss you." You said with a pout as you dropped the clothes on the bed when he pulled you between his legs with his hands on your waist giving you a gentle shake.

"I know love. I'll miss you too, but this is a big opportunity for you and I would hate for you to pass on this and regret it later in your career." Joe smiled up at you, his chin on your stomach. "Besides it's not like we'll never see each other, we'll FaceTime just like we did when I was in Atlanta."

"That's true. We'll be okay. Won't we?" 

"We'll be okay." Joe said with a nod. Letting your waist go he reached up, placing a hand on the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. "Everything will be fine my love." 

And he was right. You had made so many great friends and memories on this set, calling Joe every night when you got in bed to tell him all about it. The Duffers didn't disappoint with this film and you were even more excited for when the world got to see it. 

"Joe! You made it!" Matt Duffer said as he walked into the tent clapping Joe on the shoulder while they shook hands. 

"I did! How've you been, mate?" 

"Just great! Your girl is a dream to work with! Thank you for convincing her to do this!" 

"I knew she'd be perfect for it!" Joe smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest as pride swelled in him as he turned back to look at you on the monitors. Even when you were covered in fake blood and bruises you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. 

"Alright," Matt said as he took his seat and put on his headphones, grabbing the microphone and getting ready for filming to start. "Can we clear the set please? Everyone to their places." 

Joe sat in the available chair as he watched you jog down the opulent hallway away from the little girl and grabbed the prop gas can that sat on the floor. It was a large pyrotechnic scene so everything had to be perfect. Giving a thumbs up to the camera you smiled as you got into character. 

"Cameras rolling and action!" 

Bliss moved quickly as she poured the gas from the can down the hallway towards her daughter, tossing it to the side when it was empty and ran to the little girl grabbing her in her arms and pulling her up so she sat in her left hip while she shoved her hand into her right pocket to grab the zippo lighter.

"Mommy!" Hailey screamed pointing down the hallway as the Boogeyman appeared where Bliss had just been. 

"He can't hurt you." Her mother said as she flicked the lighter open expertly on her thigh watching as the flame burst to life. Holding it out in front of her she breathed heavily as she glared at the monster in front of her. 

The inhuman wail that sounded from the beast made her flinch as she gripped the lighter tightly.

"What do we say to the Boogeyman baby?"

"I'm not afraid of you!" Hailey yelled as her mother dropped the zippo, turning away clutching the girl for dear life and running out of the house as the gas caught flame and the hallway went up in an inferno. 

The Boogeyman wailed again rushing down the hallway towards them as it caught fire. 

"Cut! That was perfect!" Matt yelled as he watched the stuntman in the Boogeyman costume be put out with fire extinguishers by his fellow stuntmen. Getting the thumbs up he was waiting for, confirming the stuntman was okay he looked over at the others in the tent. "Check the gate." 

They waited a few more minutes before it was declared a successful shot and the day was called a wrap. 

Joe clapped with everyone else as he watched you high fived Grace, gave her a hug, and a wave as she walked away with her mother for a good night's rest. Grabbing the water bottle you usually use he said a quick goodbye to Matt and made his way towards you as you searched for the wayward bottle by your chair. He convinced your assistant to give it to him before filming that last shot so he could surprise you. 

"Where the hell did it go?" You muttered as you searched your chair and bag for it. You just wanted to get to the apartment you were renting and shower before you called Joe.

"Looking for something, my love?" He asked as he got close enough to you holding it up for you to see when you looked at him. 

"My water bottle.." You said still searching your bag for a moment before his voice registered. Your head snapped up looking at him with wide eyes as you let out a shocked gasp. "Joey!!" 

He quickly placed your bottle on your chair and grabbed your waist with a laugh as you launched yourself at him. Hugging you to him tightly as he felt you start to cry. "Shh, it's okay love. Why are you crying?"

Holding on to him like a koala you buried your makeup caked face into the side of his neck as you cried. "I'm ju-just s-so happy to s-see you."

"I've missed you," Joe said, kissing the crown of your head. 

"I've missed you so much." You said pulling back so you could look him in the eye. Wiping under your eyes you blinked at the makeup on your hands. "Oh shit I'm all gross and I got you all gross. This fake blood will ruin your shirt."

"I'll buy a new shirt, love." He smiled, running a hand up and down your spine. Bending down a bit he brought his lips to yours giving you the first kiss you've shared in months. Breaking away he moved his hands to cup your face and rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks. "What do you say to a hot shower and some dinner?"

"Yes, please." You nod as you move away to grab your bag and the no longer missing water bottle before you grab his hand leading him towards the hair and makeup trailer to remove the wig you had on. "I'm starving. Oh! I can't wait for you to see the apartment!" 

"I can't wait to get you into that bed." He laughed following you with a squeeze to your hand. 

"Oh my god!"

[robinsno1lesbian]

I LOVE Neighbor!Robin😭, I was wondering if you could write some fluff? Like a cute summer date or something?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 - 𝐑.𝐁.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2033 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mainly just sweet fluff, implied period typical homophobia, first "i love you", might be slightly repetitive because i started writing it yesterday and then picked it up again today without rereading it lmao

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ofc anon! i feel like the majority of my requests have been smutty ones (not complaining!!), so y'all whores are in need of some refreshing fluff!! also, you don't have to be familiar with the whole neighbor!robin concept to read this! (i feel like it turned out more robin coded than neighbor!robin anyway, i hope you don't mind! :) )

"this is perfect" she announces with a spread of her arms as if to emphasize her point.

"it looks like this everywhere" you chuckle when you finally reach her. she was been walking at a rapid pace, scanning the surroundings of lovers lake for the best possible picnic spot. she has found it, as it seems.

robin crosses her arms over her thin, white flannel.

"that is so not true," she says and shakes her head "i mean just look at how soft the grass is here or...or the view. i doubt there is any other spot with this view"

you chuckle to yourself and hold up the hem of your summer dress to avoid tripping over.

"alright then, show me what you've got"

robin had refused to show you everything that she had packed for this. she hadn't even told you about her plans of taking you on a date until you had gotten to her place.

that's where you have found her in the driver's seat of her truck, waving you over and telling you all about how she was going to take you on your first actual date.

the drive to lovers lake had been filled with complaints and apologies on her end.

how sorry she was for never taking you out on a proper date before and how summer was the perfect season for going out together.

"couple's activities" was the term she'd used.

but you know she is right; you never actually went out on dates.

maybe it was hawkins, or the 80s, surely it had to do with the fact that you were both women who shared an 'unnatural' kind of love -as some people claimed.

perhaps it was a strange mixture of all of the above that lead to the fact that she had never taken you out before.

you could never know who you might run into, who was watching whenever she linked your fingers together.

your love was limited to the times when you were all alone, sheltered by the walls of either her or your own house.

standing by her side, out in the open, feels odd enough.

you know how much she longs for this. how she wants to love you for the world to see rather than playing a game of pretending you are not all she has ever needed.

you know you're no different.

loving her in the suffocating silence is killing you. you want to love robin buckley loudly, with no shame to the way your heart flutters whenever her blue eyes find yours.

and while this might be not that much of a big thing, just a picnic, it is the beginning of something that neither of you has ever experienced before.

there is pride in the way you take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

robin smiles and lowers herself to the ground, reaching for the basket.

she really has thought of everything and you get a feeling like she might've planned this beforehand.

after you helped her set up the blanket, she reveals all the food she has brought and sets it all up on the blanket while you watch in awe.

"why are you watching me?" she grins over her shoulder, kneeling over the basket with a box of strawberries in her hands.

"i- uh-" you blush.

"do you at least like what you're so shamelessly gaping at?"

"oh i do" you give a quick glance around. it's still rather early and there isn't anyone in sight, so you put your lips to hers gently and run your thumb over her cheeks.

she kisses you back immediately, almost like she's been waiting for you to finally do so.

you can feel her smile against your skin, can feel her breath tickling your face when she practically throws herself on you.

you yelp when you're pushed into the blanket gently. the fabric has already warmed up and feels comforting against the skin of your back, bare due to the cut of your dress.

robin lingers above you for a minute, peppering kisses all over your face until you have your nose scrunched up and your eyes closed while you're laughing over the tickling sensation.

"it tickles" you finally manage and she leans back.

"that's the point...now will you let me unpack this without staring like a creep or...?"

"can't make any promises" you chuckle and shift yourself closer to where she is now sitting, wrap your arms around her and cling to her while she finishes the setup.

she looks over her shoulder occasionally to find that you're still watching. she can't complain though, not when she can see the adoration beaming in your eyes.

once she is done, it looks like a picture straight out of the many dreams you've had.

one that is put together with so much love and care that you want to kiss her again already.

instead, you lean back on your palms and let the sun shine upon your face with both eyes closed.

it's warm, not the kind of pressing heat that will fall upon hawkins all so soon, but just right.

there's a little breeze in addition to that, blowing through your hair and the grass growing all around you.

it's perfect. everything is perfect right in this moment.

"enjoying yourself sweetheart?"

you open one eye to look at her when you hum in response.

she is holding out the box of strawberries to you. and, as delicious as they look, you don't reach out.

you just open your mouth instead and robin grins.

she picks up a berry, holds it between her index and thumb and let's it dangle down over your mouth.

"open up"

you do as you're told and bite off the lower part of the fruit, leaving nothing but the stem and bits of it left in her hand.

it tastes sweet on your tongue and bits of the juices run down your chin. you reach out but robin is quicker and collects them on her fingers and wipes them away.

you swallow and open your mouth again immediately.

"is that how we're gonna do it now?" robin laughs.

"what? you don't wanna feed me with strawberries all day long?" your eyes widen in mock horror.

"not quite how i envisioned our day but if that's what you want..." she picks another one up and repeats the process of dangling it down over you.

only that this time, when you reach out to bite it off, she yerks her hand away.

"hey!" you exclaim playfully.

you try to take it away from her hand with your mouth but she just holds it farther out of reach from you.

"you want something?"

"the strawberry" you whine, attempting to get a hold of her wrist now but failing miserably,

"oh this?" she holds it closer just for a second.

"of course this"

you're slowly losing your patience and, without further consideration, throw yourself after the fruit.

but robin, clumsy when the occasion least calls for it, is quicker this time and catches your arm in your attempt.

you gasp when she spins both of your bodies around and lays herself down on top of you, arms pinned above your head.

"easy" she grins while using her free hand to take the strawberry between her front teeth.

"you-" you're about to complain but she's already leaning down, offering half of it to you.

"oh" finally you understand and meet her halfway.

you bite down on it but not without leaning so far in that your lips are on each other, sharing a kiss that tastes like berries and summer.

"you're so sweet" she whispers, spitting the stem out in her palm.

her eyes are only on yours this whole time, studying your facial features in the light.

you blush at the compliment and try to hide away your face but she takes your hands gently. 

"don't hide"

from that point on, hours pass by like minutes. you seem to lose all track of time around her, but it is even better like this: when you're doing it together, under the warmth of the summer that is right around the corner and there isn't a worry in the world. 

you sleep with her sunglasses shielding your eyes and wake to the sound of her snoring beside you, a hat shoved over her eyes since you have taken her glasses. 

you braid her blonde her while she is asleep, combing through it with your fingers before putting it all out of her face, leaving only her bangs out. 

when she finally wakes, you're on your belly, reading through the book she has brought for herself. 

you don't even notice until you eye over, expecting to see her sleeping it finding her attentive glare on you. 

she's laying on her side, head in her hand and a smile on her lips. 

one minute it's that and the next, you're chasing each other all the way down to the shore of lover's lake, sprinting over the soft sand and through the soft waves of water that are splashing up your legs while you're trying to grab her arm.

you're making a mess of your white dress, its hem all wet from the lake. but your belly already hurts from all the laughter and robin is only mere inches away from you. you can't give up now, can you?

your legs carry you further and further never giving up until she has led you all the way back to your spot where she finally comes to a halt. 

"god you're fast" you groan. 

robin makes up though, lets you lay in her lap so that you and your clothes can dry while she is making a flower crown made of daisies for you. 

her fingers occasionally brush through your hair, making sure you haven't drifted off to sleep again which you confirm with a smile on your lips. 

eventually, she places the finished flower crown on your head. her smile tells you she's pleased with how it has turned out. 

with your head still on her thighs, she bends over and kisses your forehead.

"you're so pretty" she whispers. "so pretty" 

you open your eyes and they meet hers. upside down, but recognizable out of a million different pairs.

her palm strokes your cheek and her index draws small circles all over it. 

"you're really pretty too, i-"

"i love you" robin breathes. it's barely audible and for a split second you're unsure whether you have just imagined it or not. 

but the look on her face, one that is suddenly nervous and somewhat fearful, gives away that this hasn't been just your imagination playing tricks on you. 

you sit up slowly.

"what did you say?"

"i- i said- uhm...i said i love you" she mutters and turns her gaze away. 

there is genuine fear in her eyes now, as if there was something to be scared of. as if she really believes that you are not head over heels for her. 

"oh robin" 

"i'm sorry i don't know how that just- slipped out. should i- i mean- sorry i should've waited for a better moment but you looked so pretty and i thought-" 

you want to hear what she has to say, you really do, but you can't stand to hear how afraid she seems to be. 

so, before she can finish her rambling, you already raise your voice.

"i love you too"

"what?" 

"i love you too" 

her eyes soften and it seems like a weight is lifted off of her shoulders. 

"oh thank god" she exhales. 

"thank god?" you repeat with a chuckle "you should be, i don't know? all over me? kissing me like super dramatically and you-" 

you are cut off by her lips on yours. robin crashes them together forcefully and you're taken aback slightly but return the kiss the second her hands wrap around your body. 

all you'll ever want is for robin buckley to hold you by the lake, flower crown in your hair, and the lips of the woman you love on your own...eternal bliss.