#kissing you on the lips 😚💕

[goldrose-star]

<- I also had to add Sol's tags because yass 💕

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Former Crusader, disgraced knight - Sir Darrell

Forever grateful to @ace-of-hearts-and-spades for suggesting the idea 💜

For Wifey, who wanted to see Sir Darrell and Sir Eric kiss @goldrose-star @solmints-messyocdiary (Just wanted you to know I doodled your guy! 💕)

[avis-writeshq]

07 — wildest dreams

summary: “he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.” pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn warnings: rated 16+ for lots of kissing hehehe, reader wears a dress + makeup, a final ‘eff u!!’ to jeid LOL wc: 3.3k a/n: we have finally reached the end! thank you all so much for your support during this little project 😚💕 massive thank you to @astrophileous for beta-reading this entire project! congratulations again for finishing your thesis!! SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Spencer yawns softly as he steps out of bed, running his fingers through his unruly hair. He finally got it cut a few days ago and, even though it’s a lot shorter than what he is used to, he really likes it. After putting on his shirt that has fallen haphazardly to the floor the previous night, he walks into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea. 

He stirs the sugar with a spoon tiredly, his vision blurry from both the lack of sleep and the lack of glasses. The muscles of his thighs quiver with each step and he grimaces. Maybe he should start working out with Morgan. He dismisses the thought immediately. He still wants to live. 

He’s about to go back into the room when a pair of arms wrap tightly around his middle, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “Hey, angel.”

You grunt out a noncommittal greeting, your forehead resting between his shoulderblades as you continue to hug him. “Why’d you go?”

“I was thirsty,” he responds, turning around to hug you back. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts that you stole and he glows with pride, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “What’re you doing up, darling?”

“You left,” you respond groggily, leaning into his touch. “Got cold.”

Spencer, as you have learned, is essentially a human furnace. He exudes so much warmth both figuratively and literally that you have saved probably hundreds of dollars in electricity bills. He is so unbelievably warm and he always gives the best hugs, wrapping his arms around your frame and tracing circles into your skin. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing the side of your face. “Go back to bed, angel. I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

You merely nod in response, reaching up and planting a firm kiss to his chin before padding back into your room, burying yourself under the covers. He arrives soon after, shuffling closer to you and pulling you in so that your nose is against his sternum. His fingers find the knots in your hair, skillfully and carefully untangling them. He feels you yawn as he continues his ministrations, and he presses yet another kiss to your head.

“You should move in,” you mumble against his chest, creeping a hand up under his shirt and brushing your nails against his spine.

He shudders at the contact, a quiet groan leaving his lips. “Yeah? You think I should move in?”

It is within moments like these where it becomes glaringly obvious that Spencer is no longer the naive ‘kid’ he was when he began working at the BAU. He’s grown into himself now, filling out his dress shirts better and wearing an easy smile on his face. Spencer has always been attractive, all of the girls who loved him before are a testament to that (no matter how bitter you are when coming to this realisation), but he’s now a lot more comfortable with it. He likes to say that you are a big part of that journey. You would simply tell him that the growth was his to make.

“You basically already live here,” you tell him. “It’s close to the train station and there’s that good Thai place across the road.”

“I’d love to move in with you,” he says softly, stroking your cheeks. He’s had an affinity for your cheeks since he first met you, poking at them teasingly and you would do the same in retaliation. Now, he can let his touches linger. “Really. I can get the rest of my things here by the end of the week.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

He smiles. “Exactly.”

You yawn again, your eyes squeezing closed so tightly that an unnecessary tear slips past the corner of your eye. Spencer wipes it away with his thumb before kissing your nose, relishing in the way you let out a breathless laugh. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours.

You beam at him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

*** 

“And it’s like, if you don’t want to get yelled at, don’t come late to every single shift that you have, y’know?” You complain from your bedroom, pushing your lashes upwards with the side of your finger. You’re leaning over your new white vanity, forgoing the chair, as you try to keep your lashes up. “I mean, I get that this is her first time doing work experience, but come on she isn’t nine. And get this, babe, she doesn’t even have a phone. She’s seventeen years old doing work experience and she doesn’t have a phone. I have to remind her of her shifts through her mother. Do you know how awkward that is?”

Spencer hums as he does up his tie, coming up from behind you and and glancing at you for a moment. “She doesn’t sound like someone who wants to be doing work experience, angel.”

“I swear she’s only doing this because it’s compulsory at her high school,” you lament, turning around to face him. “And she is so rude. You should have heard what she said to Veronica, Walter, it was insane. Like, she swore in front of a client. In front of a child.”

His nose scrunches up at your words, resting his hands on your waist and stroking up and down with his thumbs, feeling your curves through the pretty dress you picked out. “You should fire her.”

“Legally I cannot,” you say with a huff. “But I’m pretty sure she’s going to quit or something. ‘Ronica will let me know, and honestly, good riddance.”

He laughs as he kisses your forehead. “I don’t doubt it, angel.”

You smile at him, no longer disgruntled from your frustrating coworker. “You look really good,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

“You look exquisite,” is his quick response, continuing to stroke up and down along your sides. He kisses you slowly, one hand moving to cup your neck and holding you there. “Is this a new dress?”

“Got it for forty bucks,” you say with a grin. “This boutique was having a sale downtown. Guess how much this used to be.”

He laughs at your enthusiasm, kissing you again. “How much?”

“One hundred and twenty,” you say giddily as you straighten his tie. “That’s a steal, right? So I bought two more dresses the same price. That’s like, two free dresses, y’know? Girl maths.”

Spencer can’t help but smile as you tell him all about your shopping spree, his pointer finger dragging up and down your jaw. He doesn’t have the heart to correct you about the inaccuracies of whatever ‘girl maths’ is, instead choosing to nod along. “Yeah?”

You nod with a silly smile. “Yeah! And I figured that I might as well get JJ and Will’s wedding gift while I was out and I got these super cute wine glasses and–”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his fingers delving into your once neat updo, and his mouth pressing firmly against yours. In seconds he has you sat on the seat of your vanity and he leans down to kiss you harder. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against your lips, “so pretty.”

“You messed up my hair,” you scold half-heartedly, your fingers grazing against the collar of his shirt. “We’re gonna be late to the wedding.”

“It’s not our wedding,” he breathes, kissing you again and murmuring between them, “they’ll understand.”

You pull away, cheeks hot and lips swollen. “They’ll know.”

“Good.”

“Spencer!”

You arrive at Rossi’s mansion with five minutes to spare, guests already filing through the doors. From the corner of your eye, you spot Aaron and Emily speaking in one of the living rooms while JJ follows an older lady up the stairs holding a white dress in her arms. After placing the wedding gift on the table, you venture out into the garden where the tables are decorated with white lace tablecloths and the chairs have big satin ribbons on the backs of them. Cream and white roses are arranged elegantly on top of the tables and the fairy lights provide an even bigger sense of magic to the scene. 

“The place looks amazing, David,” you praise, beaming at the older man. “Truly, it’s like something out of a fairytale.”

He chuckles as he holds a flute of champagne, gesturing to where Derek stands with Penelope. “I had some help. You’re taking care of yourself?”

“Of course,” you respond, waving to Derek who looks all too pleased to see you again. “It has been a really good couple of years.”

“You and Spencer have been together for, what, two and a half years?” He asks as he looks over to where Spencer is showing magic tricks to Henry. 

“Sounds like a long time, huh?” You ask through a breathless laugh. “It’s been good.”

David smiles proudly at you, patting you on the shoulder. “I’m happy for the two of you. You’re like a daughter to me, you know that.”

“I know,” you respond, grinning. “Thank you.”

“Let me know when the big day happens,” he says with a wink. “It’ll save you from renting a venue.”

You only laugh and shake your head as you move to where Spencer is, ruffling his hair as Henry giggles loudly. Spencer lets out a shout in protest, swatting your hands away lightly before holding them in his own, bringing his lips to the back of it.

“Having fun?” You ask them, grinning at Henry who nods excitedly. 

“Uncle Spencer showed me a magic trick!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together.

“Oh is that right?”

Spencer offers you a sheepish smile, twirling a penny around his fingers. “Do you want to see?”

He doesn’t give you much room to accept or deny the offer, holding the penny in his hands and showing it to both you and Henry. 

“Behold,” he announces, “a normal penny. But this penny can travel through the astrological planes and dimensions. Watch closely.”

He holds the penny up to your face before snapping his fingers and, lo and behold, the penny was out of sight. He shows both his hands, front and back, a boyish smile on his face. Henry claps at the display, squealing and brushing his long hair away from his face. 

“Where’d it go?” Henry asks, pouting. 

Spencer beams at the enthusiasm and holds his hands out again. “Ah, now that is the tricky part. For that, I need an assistant… angel, do you mind?”

He holds you by the waist with left hand, kissing your cheeks before holding his right hand in front of your face. Henry shrieks at the display of affection, covering his eyes exaggeratedly. You laugh out of embarrassment, swatting at Spencer’s arms and rolling your eyes. 

“Stop torturing the poor child,” you scold lightly, wiping away his sloppy kisses. 

“Couldn’t help myself,” he dismisses, before waggling his fingers. “Now, to find that penny…”

He reaches up behind your ear, pinching at something, before revealing the penny in his pinched fingers. He watches as your eyes widen with surprise, his cheeks pinkening in delight. 

“How did you do that?” You ask, grabbing the penny from his hand and turning it over in your fingers. 

“He’s magic,” Henry provides helpfully, clapping his hands. “Just like Auntie Penelope! When I tell her about something, it magically shows up at my house in a big brown box!”

You laugh, not having the heart to inform him that Penelope is not magic; simply very good at spoiling the people she cares about. She has taken you on more than a few shopping sprees in hopes of spoiling her little godson, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the cute clothes and toys in the department stores. Recently, she’s been scouting out jewellery stores, going on and on about how difficult it is to find gifts for people. You had offered a few recommendations of your own, gesturing to the pretty rings and necklaces out on display, but she only dismissed your suggestions. 

“Auntie Penelope is basically a fairy godmother,” you tell Henry in explanation, chuckling. “Like in Cinderella.”

“I love Cinderella,” Henry says, his eyes lighting up. “Uncle Spencer read it to me! He said that the original story is about Ash-poo-tell.”

“Ashputtel,” Spencer explains to you, “the original story.”

“Ah,” you nod in remembrance, recalling the grim details of the story. You ruffle Henry’s hair. “You can hear that story when you’re older.”

The rest of the wedding goes without a hitch. Drinks are handed out by the ushers Rossi hired, along with cute little hors d'oeuvres. The ceremony in itself is perfection; JJ and Will sharing a kiss after saying their vows, and Henry being the ring bearer. Spencer holds your hand the entirety of the celebrations, brushing his thumb up and down the back of your left palm, carefully tracing each knuckle. 

As JJ and Will take to the dance floor, more and more couples join in. Derek and a very drunk Penelope join in with loud giggles, and Beth drags Hotch into the circle by the wrists. Spencer rests his hands on your waist as the two of you stand at the sidelines, watching with amused grins as Penelope trips over her own feet. 

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs into your ear, pulling you closer. “What do you say we get away from the crowd?”

You jump on the opportunity, already picking up your purse. “Who are you and what have you done to Spencer Walter Reid?”

He rolls his eyes at you, shooting a quick message to the team’s group chat to let them know that you were making an early leave. “Very funny.”

“No, no, I’m serious! Do you need to see a doctor? Like, a medical one?” You ask with jest as he opens up the car door for you. 

“Do you want me to change my mind?” He asks, laughing, before getting into the driver’s seat of the car. “I just thought that we could go somewhere. It’s not too late and if we hurry, I think we could catch the sunset.”

You smile innocently as he puts the car into drive, heading off to who knows where. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Tell me again,” he prompts, resting his hand on the inside of your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” comes his immediate response, squeezing at the flesh of your thighs through your dress. A street sign passes overhead as he drives, reading the word ‘Anacostia’. 

“We’re going to the Bridge Park?” You ask curiously, peering out the window. 

He hums in affirmation. “I heard it’s pretty this time of day. I wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but I don’t know when we’ll have a case next so I figured that this would be the perfect time.”

After parking the car and locking it, Spencer takes your hand as you walk through the park. It’s a very popular area in Anacostia, the entire neighbourhood holding old historic buildings that have been refurbished. 

You relish the feeling of the breeze in your hair, your cheeks turning rosy as the temperature begins to drop. You made it just in time for the sunset as it paints the park in oranges and a soft lavender haze, your skin flushing gold from the lighting. You commit the image to memory as you stare at the view, your dress fluttering around your legs from the wind. 

In your distraction, you miss the way Spencer’s hand drops from yours, and you search through your purse for your phone. You click open the photo app, putting it onto the selfie setting as you turn to him.

“Walter, let’s take a–” 

The words die at your tongue upon the sight before you. Spencer, in his once neat suit and tie and all his germaphobic tendencies kneeling on the cold concrete, holding a velvet ring box in his hand. The box looks comically small in his palms as he looks up at you, his eyes glossed over and a tearful smile on his face. 

“Hi, angel,” he says softly, his voice cracking at the last syllable. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask, even though you know exactly what is going on. Blood rushes to your ears and you sniffle. “Spencer, your pants–”

“I love you,” he says firmly, the box in his hands quivering as his hands shake. His palms are sweaty and he swallows the nerves down his throat. “I love you. I’m not– I’m not good with words or with expressing how I feel but I know one thing for certain: I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He chokes out a quiet laugh as you take a step closer to him, wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I had a speech prepared and everything,” he says, embracing the feel of your warm hands on his cheeks. “I can’t even remember what I was going to say.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur, crouching down so that you are eye level with him. “It’s okay, Walter.”

“No, I–” he swallows the lump in his throat and wets his bottom lip. “Love in the English dictionary covers a multitude of feelings. You can love doing something, or love a specific food, or love an object. In other languages, there are different words for different types of love and I think… I think that they got it right. There are a million untranslatable words that all mean love but I think the one that expresses how I feel about you would be the Chinese phrase ‘yuan fen’. It means that two people were… predestined to be together and I think– I know that we were meant to be.”

He sucks in a breath after his rant, smiling up at you. “Will you marry me?”

Tears slip from your eyes as you nod, pulling him up from the cold musty ground. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Spencer exhales, his arms looping around your waist. His nose burrows into the side of your neck and you can feel the hot tears against your skin.

“Thank God,” he breathes, moving his head to kiss your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you respond, hugging him tight. “Was there ever any doubt?”

He laughs a little, shaking his head as he fumbles with the velvet box, slipping the ring onto your left ring finger. “No. Never.”

Spencer brushes a strand of your hair away from your face before kissing you slowly, the light from the sun finally going down. As you pull away, the speakers overhead come to life with the announcer clearing his throat.

“Unfortunately, due to the predicted rain that will be coming shortly, the fireworks show will be rescheduled. We apologise for this inconvenience.”

You peer up at Spencer curiously who looked more than disappointed. “Fireworks show?”

“That was the plan,” he says with a small frown. “I’m sorry, angel.”

There’s a crash of thunder and before you know it, small droplets of water begin to fall from the sky. Spencer immediately covers your head with his jacket, pulling you over to the car. 

“Wait, wait–” you laugh, resisting his efforts. “Walter, wait!”

“I’m not letting you get sick,” he scolds lightly, his curls sticking to his forehead from the rain. 

You laugh again, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, we don’t have a pool but… rain works too, right?”

“You’re insane,” he says, his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re crazy.”

A teasing grin makes its way onto your face as you waggle your fingers in front of him. “Yeah, well, you’re marrying crazy.”

“No regrets,” he responds, before pressing his lips to yours. 

In that moment, as he kisses you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, you could have sworn that you felt sparks fly.

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[jymwahuwu]

Partner matching services...

Imagine getting imbibitor lunae... Constantly mating and him just slowly thrusting inside your warm and wet hole to not overstimulate you with his two thick and long cocks but you keep pushing him away😔

So he decides to roughly pound you, the sight of you scream so loudly while your cunny clenching harder around him is just so 😍 his tail unconsciously wrapping around your waist and making you take him to the base... (Would he have a knot? 👀)

(Can I be 💦anon?)

😚yes you can be 💦anon! aww😳 He wants to mate with you no matter what… thanks for sharing💕

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, knotting, (mentioned) pregnancy

Imbibitor Lunae got a report from a matching services company, the data shows that you are 93% suitable for giving birth to dragon cubs, and you are also his most suitable partner. He explains to you how rare this number is and how important you are to Vidyadhara, but you disagree. You are looking for a suitable lover, not to be bred and pregnant with dragon cubs.

Dan Feng was like: why not have both? You will get breeding. You will have a lover.

He just needs to show you this blueprint for the future, and what better way than to start mating you?

Only now do you realize how insignificant your own power is in front of dragons. The dragon blows into your ear. That strange, comfortable kiss brought you a shudder, on your lips, neck, and chest, and the tongue teased your areola, which glowed with water. After a long mating preparation, two thick dragon dicks slowly revealed, straightened up, pre-cum dripping from the tip between your thighs.

"Stop-stop!! Help! Let me go!"

Terrified, you slap his hand and try to push his chest away with all your strength, but your lower body twitches humiliatingly, as if expecting to be bred. Imbibitor Lunae soothes you in a low voice, while opening your penetrated place, patiently thrusting into the deepest, stretching those folds and walls, until the balls lightly slap on your shiny folds.

Dan Feng knows the priority now is to train you to take his two cocks. He holds back, and slowly, carefully begins to thrust into the tight, wet hole amidst your unwilling tears and moans.

After a few rounds, you irritate him by pushing him all the time. He decides to give you a little rough treatment and instead the dragon cock is pounding mercilessly in the heat, in and out, resulting in a deep and loud water sound. It doesn't take long for you to change - screaming, wrapping your arms around him because it's the only thing you can lean on.

And the knotting!! Yes!! This is perfect, just think about it. He kisses your cheek lightly, and the dragon's cock swells even more, knotting as the sticky and fertile load irrigates inside of you. You have to stay with him in this mating position for at least ten minutes, and you can't leave, waiting for the start of the next round. It was quite an embarrassing and hopeless experience.

[celestialprincesse]

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Single mom!reader X Simon Riley cute little post deployment fluff

The moment you see Simon's truck pulling into the shared apartment building parking lot, you're gathering your daughter in one hand and Riley's leash in the other, all whilst being bashed unceremoniously in the face by the 'welcome back' sign your three year old insisted on making with glitter glue pens and heart shaped rhinestones. You'd tried to help her with the spelling, but your unwavering conviction very clearly passed down to her, reflected in the gold glitter lettering of 'wellkum bac' and a child covered in more glitter than her little project. 'No bath mama!' still rings in your ears if you listen hard enough.

Anyone could be fooled into thinking that the grim reaper had come for them at the sight of Simons massive, black clad frame blocking out the already dim light of the hallway - but not you, not your daughter and never Riley. He's already dropping his duffel down by his front door, hoisting your squealing daughter on his hip whilst Riley practically vibrates at his feet with how quickly his tail wags. What you can't get used to, however, is the way you're enveloped into his chest, his masked lips pressing kisses into the crown of your head, Riley's leash dropped so he can lace his free hand through the silky softness of your hair.

"You're back." You hear yourself hum into his chest, letting your fingers curl tight into the old cotton of his henley, reminding yourself that he's here, that he's back and safe. "Are you alright? You're not hurt anywhere?" "Few cuts and scrapes - nothing for you to worry about Love." He rumbles, gently pulling you away from the soft warmth of his chest so that he can take your cheeks in one big palm and look properly at you. "Missed you." Simon admits quietly, allowing himself just a moment of quiet affection whilst your daughter is occupied with grabbing at his mask with her chubby little fingers. "And wha's this?" He turns to look down at the toddler in his arms, pointing at the now crumpled sign she clutches. His smile at her poor spelling and valiant effort is concealed by his balaclava, but you can tell by the way that his brown eyes scrunch at the corners that he's grinning warmly as he drops a kiss on your daughters head, now occupied with Riley's soft ears.

"I made dinner." The sound of your own voice, so full of love and longing, feels foreign to you, as foreign as the concept that you've got someone to make dinner for, someone who cares enough for you and your baby to be a consistent part of your life. "I can bring it over, if you want. I'm sure you're probably desperate for some alone time." You stammer in a poor attempt to not sound so lovesick, a lame play at nonchalance. "Let me drop my stuff and shower and I'll be right 'round." The sound of your daughter whinging as she's handed back to you makes you cringe. Simon lifting his mask to press a tender kiss on the apple of your cheek stops you completely.

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They're happening😚 need to commit and give single moms! daughter a name lol

[chamomiletealeaf]

Hey mama😚 I saw that you’re taking requests and I came RUNNINGGGGG to ask you this, so!

How do we feel the 141 men would react to being with a taller, thicker girlie that often gets insecure bc of that? This idea has been brewin for a minutee so I had to get it outta my system😭 if you’re comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Don’t feel pressured to ofc 😚💕

Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxo💋

Hi! I love this ask! I myself am not too tall, around 5'5 (5'4" 3/4 to be exact) and I have never been very skinny, but hopefully I can do this idea justice!

warnings: afab! fem reader, smut MDNI, body worship

Price is a thigh man and he will die on that hill. He just loves your legs. Since you are taller than most girls, that just means there's more of your legs. You were Price's dream come true because not only were you tall, your thighs were so perfectly plump from how thick you were too. When he first met you when Laswell introduced you two at her wedding anniversary party, you wore a skirt that ended mid thigh, leaving just enough to his imagination, and just enough for him to get a peek at your thighs. He noticed he didn't have to break his neck looking down at you, and immediately imagined how easy it would be to kiss you. He also noticed your damn heels he thought looked so fucking sexy on you, creating the illusion of elongating your legs even further and making you taller, which just brought you closer up to his lips.

That night ended with him taking your heels off for you and slowly dragging his hands and mouth up your long legs, making every sting from snide comments about your skirt or heels melt away.

Your body is so soft in his hands and he loves squeezing you. He'll kiss you and both of his hands are immediately on your ass squeezing, making you yelp.

"Mmm. Damn lovie. This fucking arse is delicious." He'll smirk down at you while you giggle at his choice of words and his hands move down to pinch your thighs.

"And these thighs. Just wanna bite 'em up."

You always know how this goes. Whenever his hands are on you and he's talking to you like this, it always ends up with his head between your thighs.

And "bite 'em up" he does. He sucks hickeys into your inner thighs and leaves little bite marks.

"Fuck sweetheart. Look at that. A little love bite right there so you don't forget who's face belongs between your thighs."

Bonus if you squeeze your thighs around his head. It would make him cum immediately.

Price would love thigh fucking. Arguably even more than vaginal sex. Something about the way your thighs squeeze him so nicely without even trying, your slick lubing your pussy and thighs perfectly and just enough for his thick cock to slide in and out between them.

"Fuck darlin' look at that. Don't even need to press your thighs together for me to fuck them. Squeezing me so well. You're so fucking soft."

Simon is so pleasantly surprised when he first meets you. You were tall and you weren't even wearing heels which made Simon silently groan behind his mask as he thought about your long thick legs locking around his waist as he pounded into you.

Your forehead would come up right to his lips, making it so easy to kiss it, which he always took advantage of.

I feel like Simon would also just pick you up randomly. Lifting you up easily when you complain about being too tall or heavy to show you that you are not.

Most times he'll throw you on the bed and show you why your height and thickness are perfect.

"See honey, if you were short, your legs wouldn't be able to lift yourself up and down my cock so easily would they?" He says in your ear, gripping your hips while you ride him.

Or when he's fucking you in doggy with a death grip on your waist when you're feeling insecure he'll say:

"Yeah bunny just like that. Look at that perfect fuckin' ass bouncing back on me. If you were smaller I wouldn't get to grip your cute little love handles like this now would I hm? They're called love handles for a reason now aren't they?" He says between pants.

Gaz is speechless the first time he sees you. You made him feel like a nerdy schoolboy passing by his popular crush in the hallway. You were taller and bigger than most girls he's seen but that just meant there was more of you for him to love.

He loves seeing you get all dressed up, and especially when you wear fitted dresses and outfits so he can see every shape and curve of your body. He loves how his clothes can fit you just right and thinks it's so cute that you two can share clothes.

You'll try his jeans on and the length will be good enough, but you cannot slide them over the tops of your thighs and ass, making him smirk, but you look in the mirror embarrassed that you are bigger than your boyfriend.

"What's that look for?" He asks, seeing you pout in the mirror and looking behind you at your ass that won't fit in his jeans and you continue to try and pull them up, making the waist band catch under your ass which makes it jiggle with each tug.

"Keep doin' that love. Don't think you know what that view looks like from back here." He says with a full on cheeky smile now.

"Stop it Gaz." You warn him with a glare, genuinely upset his jeans won't fit.

"Aww it's ok hun." He says walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I'd rather see you without pants on anyways." He says, and you look down and away from him. Even when you're upset, he still finds a way to make you blush.

Then he'd kiss all up and down your neck, then your arms, and all down your legs pulling the jeans off. He kisses his way back up your body up to your ears and whispers:

"On the bed honey. Need to feel you."

And before you know it, you're sitting on Gaz's face while he locks your thighs around his head with his arms and you can't remember what even got you here in the first place.

"Gaz. Baby can you breathe?" You ask worriedly.

He just grunts disapprovingly and locks his arms around you harder so you don't get the idea to scoot away and you moan, feeling his head nuzzle itself deeper between your thighs.

He doesn't care if he can't breathe. You're the only air he'll ever need.

Johnny is absolutely SMITTEN when he first sees you and he's the most obvious. Mouth agape and eyes wide when Price introduces you to the task force as his niece and Gaz smacks him over the head.

Since then he's been literally obsessed with you and since you started dating, he brags to everyone about how he has the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Johnny loves when you wear heels too. Not only because it makes you taller and accentuates your long legs, but because Johnny is the shortest of the Task Force men, and when you wear heels, his eyes are perfectly aligned with your tits.

Whenever you wear heels around him he is not looking at your eyes. It takes everything in him to not just lean forward and smush his face into your cleavage. For Johnny, a bigger girl also meant bigger boobs for him to play with. He'll also come behind you and just squeeze them, reveling in how much they fill his palms. He just loves your tits so much. You'll be laying down on the couch and he's jumping right on top of you burying his face in them with a content sigh, or he'll be begging you to let him fuck them. He'll slide his cock between your tits and he will absolutely lose his mind for sure, watching how they bounce with each thrust.

For Halloween you two would be Gomez and Morticia since you are literally them in real life anyways.

You definitely feed into his mommy kink. He loves how you hold his head against his chest when he needs a snuggle and how he doesn't feel the need to be so careful handling you, and that way you can treat him like the finest porcelain doll.

König would feel elated and strangely validated since he knows what it's like to be seen as "the tall one".

And with you, for the first time, he doesn't feel so estranged. He, of course was still taller than you, but he loved how you were tall too.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you with your friends and you're taller than them. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that the most noticeable and beautiful girl in the room is his.

I feel like König would absolutely love when you give him handjobs. He's so big that the other women he's been with couldn't exactly hold him correctly or jerk him off fast enough due to his size.

But you? Since you were a little closer to his size, you made it work, two hands, and if you really tried one hand, squeezing and jerking him the way no other woman has, making him shoot cum all over himself.

And he loves how your legs can reach up on his shoulders while he fucks you in a mating press. A shorter woman would have a harder time reaching their legs over him in that position, and finally being able to do it gave him this primal urge to fuck you like he would never fuck anyone else again, not like he ever would want to since he found you.

[ariseur]

ok i saw you wanted some requests so im here to give you an idea!! im really angst about gojo right now and i need an angst fic. (spoilers for the manga)

ok so: gojo x reader but readers cursed technique is to be able to see into the future (but they can’t do anything about it or talk about it) and they get a vision of the gojo vs. sukuna fight and what happens. they get all upset about it and cling to gojo, trying to get him not to go. (established relationship pls🙏🏻)

sorry for the drabble, i’ve been aching for someone to write this haha

HOLD ME ( TIGHTER THAN YOU EVER WILL ) - SATORU GOJO

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - i’m not gonna lie anon, i just finished the manga and i fell to my knees when i saw this request. ilysm for this but you are EVIL ( kiss me rn thank you for providing me with this angst )

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - spoilers for jujutsu kaisen manga chpts 222 - 236, character death ( canon ), weirdly descriptive mentions of you choking back words ( like that feeling you get when you’re trying not to cry and it feels like there’s barbed wire in your throat😭 ), gojo calls you “my girl” twice so fem!reader in mind when writing this, i didn’t really describe it as much of a technique i mainly kept it like you were seeing visions since i didn’t know how to correlate the ct i’m sorry!!, intended lowercase, hope you guys enjoy 😚💕!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ word count - 1654 words, 9068 characterss

“satoru.”

gojo turned around, his footsteps coming to a halt down the hallway of the infirmary. his face tipped towards you, cocking a bit as he let out a low hum of question.

upon seeing his face, your stomach clenched; a deep regret swirling in your abdomen. with a look at his face, your bottom lip quivered with furrowed brows. he stood there, trying to decipher your expression as he awaited an answer. his eyes, narrowed with confidence stood out on display rather than shielded from his blindfold. there was nothing left to hide now, not his strength and not his arrogance. you remembered how you had always begged him to take it off at least once, just so you could see his pretty eyes.

and now looking back retrospectively, it didn’t matter. those visions you saw, how real they felt. they couldn’t have been dreams, they always haunted you as they showed up everywhere. your eyes fell to satoru’s pink lips, pressed together in confusion before another thought intruded your head — another sight to behold as you felt like gagging upon remembering his bruised face, the blood spouting out from his mouth tainting his lips.

“i just,” you swallowed thickly, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to do this just yet.”

he sighed, giving one shake of his head before he stepped forward towards you. your head hung low, your words choked at the back of your throat as they threatened to escape their enclosure behind your uvula. “megumi’s in danger, people are watchin’ — i can’t postpone it, baby, you know that.” his hand placed itself on your shoulder, softly rubbing against the fabric of your shirt where the seams met.

“i’m not saying that— i just mean,” you closed your eyes, letting out a quiet, shaky breath. you recalled the conversation that happened not too long ago, back with ijichi and shoko. lamenting with all the memories back in your youth, along with reminiscing over everything that’s happened. shibuya, megumi’s possession, okkotsu’s return. everybody who’s died, it haunted you like no other knowing there was nothing you could do to prevent it; kugisaki, nanami, all those lives dealt a bad hand at their dreadful end. even yuuji itadori, someone so young being used so carelessly.

“damn, so it’s just the four of us left.” gojo’s voice had echoed throughout the room of your previous conversation. your head tipping back against the cold lockers as you stood in the corner, the scent of tobacco wafting in the air and seeping in through your nostrils from shoko’s cigarette whilst she stood not even a few feet away from you.

“well, there’s still also that idiot.” she huffed, transparent smoke slipping out in thin shapes from past her lips.

being around her for so long, the smell became indelible in your brain, your senses immediately causing you to retrace back to ieiri’s bad habit. even now, as you stood in front of your beloved — even as his distant musk flew up to your head as it had just barely intoxicated you, the smell of cigarettes and menthol was still unforgettable. you remembered the scratch in your throat as you hummed in agreement, your voice uneasy and raspy from misuse as gojo looked back up at shoko. “. . that’s true.”

eyes fluttering closed, you let out a small huff as you heard ijichi debriefing about something related to nanami, not that you could pay attention anyways. the voices and the images and the downright fuckery that went on in your brain was too loud for you to focus on anything else, including satoru’s face right in front of yours as you stopped recalling the transpired events as your head bowed down even further.

“look at me,” you heard him say. he gave your shoulders a gentle shake as his hand snaked up from your arm to your chin, trying to redirect your attention back to him no matter how much your head resisted. “where’s my girl at? don’t be shy, jus’ talk to me.”

your eyebrows crinkled as they met in the middle, the slight bit of skin creasing at contact when you finally looked up at him. his lashes ridged around his upper eyelids, pupils gazing ever so delicately as they softened at the sight of you. his thumb turned to face vertically, grazing your lip as he cocked his head; and then, he smiled. what once was so comforting long ago, where you two would spend mornings lazing around in bed as you’d forget about the first years, forget about yaga, forget about responsibilities. it was like you were in that high school bliss again, unable to care about anything more than the person right in front of you — even if they were drooling all over your arm. his smile, canines on display, only made you feel sicker about what you knew.

he pulled you into his chest slowly ( giving you enough time to thrash out of his embrace and tell him to knock it off, even if it’d hurt his pride a bit ) and as he rested his chin on you, he mumbled against your ear, “you can cry it out, you know.”

“‘m not crying.” you smacked his shoulder, pulling away as you sniffled — an obviously very convincing sign of totally not getting upset.

he snorted, “okay ma’am, don’t need the attitude — i’m just saying you can if you needed to.” he kept you at an arms length before he tilted your chin up again, causing you to roll your eyes and give him a sharp huff.

“gojo—!” you heard from around the corner. a high, stern voice interrupting the small bickering back and forth between you two. his hand faltered on your face, his thumb no longer brushing your cheek as your body tilted to the side only to find utahime walking in your line of sight. her eyebrows raised at the two of you, her mouth quirking to the side in shock as she sputtered, “not to ruin the moment but,” she shrugged slightly; a way of telling you indirectly, ‘it’s time.’

“few more minutes ‘hime, and i’ll be out.” he called out singsonging along as she walked away.

“don’t call me that,” she repeated in the same cadence, her voice collecting more distance the further she retreated — allowing you guys to have a moment before they prepare to go out.

satoru turned back towards you, his smirk growing wider as you looked away, your hand grabbing the one glued to your faced as you savored the warmth in between his fingers. “ah, there she is,” he teased, “my girl.”

“‘toru?”

he hummed, his hands squeezing yours. your eyes zipped up to his. “please,” you pouted at him, “be careful, yeah?”

he laughed as he shook his head in amusement. taking a few steps back, he extended both of your arms before ceremoniously letting go. “i think it’ll be okay — i am the strongest, after all,” gojo chuckled.

you managed a meager, bittersweet smile as you let out a wry laugh. no matter what kind of sounds left your lips, he always relished in them knowing only he could pull them out of you. whether it’s a small laugh, a full on abundance of giggles, whimpers along with your squirming about that he’d always tease you for; satoru never failed to appreciate them. even your groans of discomfort when he’d piss you off, all it took was some sweet talking and a trail of kisses along your jaw and he’d bounce back all sunshine and rainbows.

it wasn’t your voice or your body ( although those were major bonuses, might he have added ), and it wasn’t even the way you’d purse your lips to stop an embarrassed smile from painting itself on your face whenever he would make a stupid joke ( another thing he had loved about you ) — it was the fact that you saw him. he wasn’t the strongest when he was with you — he was ‘toru, only satoru.

he began to walk away, his shoes tapping against the hard floors as you watched his white robe flow behind him. you swallowed back a small whine at the back of your throat as you watched him leave; his hand about to slide the double doors open until you called for him once more. “satoru—?”

“huh?” he let out an airy laugh, mixed in with the syllable.

you put a hand on your hip, swallowing to try and moisten your dry throat. you let out an awkward laugh, “i love you — so much.”

gojo put a hand to his mouth before sending it off with you as he blew you a dramatic air kiss. “i love you, always.”

and with that, he turned away; the door sliding open with a satisfying sound before it closed behind him. left alone, with your thoughts only growing louder. you couldn’t help but scrunch your eyes shut, your hand clutching your head as your fingers buried themselves under your hair.

behind that door, gojo stood as he took a deep breath. he had burned your face into his memory, his brain fading back into images of your eyes — so piercing, always searching into his own, whether that was for the better or worst remained unknown in both his and your mind. as always, you had come, you had seen, and you had loved.

as he walked out to where utahime and gakuganji were waiting, he couldn’t help but think about you. satoru gojo could be held down by anybody, with all of their might — and be stabbed with sharpest of swords and the strongest of curses, but he’d never stop loving you. because you had never stopped loving him. satoru gojo had never stopped being seen by you; for he wasn’t the strongest, merely satoru.

𐙚 taglist ; @seternic @sad-darksoul

𐙚 requests are open — june twenty second, 2024

[jhoneybees]

Unspoken Love

Hi dollies!!! Another fic complete and I'm so excited for you all to read! It's a bit different to my other ones but I hope you enjoy this little poem😚💕

Tags: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone

Characters: 50s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: mentions of nudity(that's probably it lol)

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Whispering of breaths.

Soft, tender skin.

Firm fingertips graze down from the start of your breasts to the end of your hip, it's felt love never sin.

His bare chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around to rest his hands on your lap.

Being ever gentle, his thumbs dip at the top of your thighs.

You both know, your skins touched would send electric shocks to your highs.

But for this moment, you'll try to contain.

It's wanting to just feel an innocent and pure kind of love that is similar to the plants loving rain.

You love how he kisses you there, right in the crook of your neck.

His lips, so plush and blissful, one by one he leaves a love filled peck.

Reminding of how roses would give a petal to the earth floor, content to know there shall be something that finds joy in such a small fragile gift.

Elvis and you.

Your unspoken love is like the highest of mountains with the most incredible view.

You love him.

And likewise for him.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Is just a last bit of touch to fill your hearts to the brim.

[baremueran]

I hear you love Ghost and Roach together. Tell me some of your favourite headcanons about them? How do they show their love to one another? 🤍

I am not sure if they are all SFW, so please read cautiously! English is not my native language, please let me know if there is any mistake!

❤HEADCANON!!❤

1. Roach sometimes expose his nose between the mask and goggles, so anyone can boop boop the tip of his nose and get a puzzled look. Just like a puppy👉👈

2. Ghost often wears his balaclava and sunglasses and headphones and ignore anyone. He would say he was too focused on eavesdropping or listening to music, but there is usually nothing in the headphones except the sound of electricity. He just doesn't care. And the noise cancelling function of the headphones is very good.😎

3. I quite like mute!Roach, but the operators must have the ability to communicate in the mission, so selective mute is good enough.🤐

4. But Roach lost his speech because his tongue has been cut out is fine, too. It's also good that he's slurring his speech because of the pain and the inconvenience. But it means he has to leave the field. So NOOOO, it's just something in my head. SRY if this makes you uncomfortable.🤐

5. Ghost probably has the winter blues. Whether it has anything to do with his family and Christmas or not. He could be grumpy and often hide when it's getting cold.😢

6. But I don't think Ghost likes very hot weather either. Hmmm so whatever, he's just grumpy sometimes.😠

7. I don't know if anyone has thought about robot! TF141. I think Ghost could retain inorganic blue electronic eyes and keep the sunglasses he uses to analyze the data. Maybe there is just an LCD/LED screen under Roach's goggles. Soap can survive a fall because of the steel spine and wire guts. But think about it, when Shepherd (who doesn't realize they aren't humantries) shoot them both, they just struggle with Three Laws of Robotics in confusion and look Shepherd in the eye without emotion.👁👁❓The only downside is that they may be less fire and heat resistant.

8. I spent a few months in a hospital burn unit, and I think most writers understate the burns. But it's okay! It may be painful for me to see once again the process of a person recovering from a piece of coke that reeks of decay, although it's a possible miracle.💔

❤THE WAY THEY SHOW LOVE TO EACH OTHER?❤

First of all, I've never been in a romantic relationship. So I can only IMAGINE. But I wasn't in the military either, so I guess it doesn't matter.

It probably makes sense that the military doesn't allow relationships, so I don't think they're going to be too overt during service.

But they can sit down to eat together and throw the things they don't like onto each other's plates. They can also sit together in the plane or car on a mission and quietly hold hands without drawing attention. They are not that bad drinkers, but would pretend to be drunk in pubs just to lean on each other in public. When one of them is sent out on their own, they hug like the rest of the team, pretending it's their noses that's brushing their cheeks instead of their lips. One of them would bring his favorite snacks and kisses while the other was in the hospital/Medic bay. They might hold hands and kiss when change shifts or count the stars together during the night stakeout. And, yes, they can make out anywhere they like, so much so that almost everyone knows about it but there's no proof. Or nobody knows. It doesn't matter.😚😚💕

I rarely read fics about post-military life because many of them are a bit too good to be true. (But i do read them haha) War is war. As long as you have been involved in it, no matter where you go, you cannot escape the shadow of war. And the impact of PTSD on life is often underestimated too. It saddens me to describe these, so I'm not going to continue. They have to work very, very hard to have a happy ending. But that's okay, we can just enjoy some parts and details of their life in the fics. I've just been waiting for one to tell that part of the story!👋

[reashot]

How Ruby & Jaune Saved Remnants Through The Power Of Love Or Some Shit.

Ruby: Jaune, what if we kiss. You know as a joke? 😉

Jaune: I don't know Ruby. I mean, what if we did it wrong and Salem get summoned or something?

Ruby: Eh... That's highly unlikely?... But Jaune. That's why we should try to practice kissing the right way so Salem won't get summoned. 😋

Jaune: Oh, okay. I can get your reasoning. But only once, Ruby.

Ruby: Of course, just once. 😚

Jaune: Just once...

Ruby: Just once. 😘

Jaune: Just once...

Ruby: Okay, let's kiss! 💋

*one chaste kiss on the lips*

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10 hours of mind-blowing sex extreme cuddle session later....

Ruby: 💕💕💕*Extremely satisfied purring* 💕💕💕

Jaune: What the FUCK just happened?...

Narrator: Hello I'm Morgan Freeman and I will be your narrator for the last half of the story.

Morgan Freeman: So after the ten hours of pounding Jaune gave to Ruby. Unbeknownst to the two of them. Ruby and Jaune saved Remnants through the power of their cuddle session. When Jaune's "sizable appendages" (Jesus the kid is packing). Entered Ruby "soft center" she immediately come undone and the sheer force of her climax. Caused her silver eyes power to awaken and cover the entirety of the planet in a silver light. As the world is bathed in the silver light of her eyes Salem and all the Grimms disapeared with it. With just one light all the Grimms disapeared. Then came nineteen more lights afterward.... (The poor girl.) And so the world was saved. But the two will only found out much, much later. Because after Ruby is done Resting the two continue some more until the Bed broke underneath them. And they are forced to find a new one...

If season 10 get cancelled this is canon.

And yes my fic is coming don't worry.

[dexiiexox]

Boyfriend headcanons for Matt Sturniolo🩵

a/n: Hello hello again :)) First time writing for the love of my life Matt😍😜 and these are just some headcanons I imagine for Matt, aka; feeding into my own AND your delusions😚🥰

ALSO I’m not from America or anything so I just picked Taco Bell as the random restaurant/ fast food place💀

I still hope you enjoy reading though!

Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: kissing, maybe some sort of angst?(not really)

summary: what the title says, headcanons of how I think Matt would be as a boyfriend🩵

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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I’ve seen this headcanon a lot, but I agree with it so so much, and that is Matt and back hugs/hugs from behind. I can just picture it so perfectly

It’s an early morning and you’ve slipped out of bed before Matt, you went into his bathroom and you’re brushing your teeth.

Meanwhile you hear Matt get up, he walks into the bathroom all sleepy and he hugs you from behind, arms around your waist, head in your neck and a groggy morning voice.

"good morning"

"morning.."

I also feel like Matt would want you to be open with him about how you’re feeling and if anything is bothering you

He would want you to be comfertable enough with him to where you can talk to him at any moment no matter what, he doesnt care if you think you’re being overdramatic or stupid, becuase to him it’s not

You’re the most important thing to him along side his brothers, and he would sit there and listen to everything you had to say, holding you in a side hug and rubbing your back

You and Matt are sat on his bed, he had noticed you being a little off today and he decided to ask you about it.

You originally decided against telling him, but both you and Matt knew better, he knew you well enough to know if you were lying, so you just sighed and sat down on his bed.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you told him all about the feelings that were overwhelming you.

He just sat there, by your side rubbing your back comfortingly listening to everything you said.

"It’s going to be alright baby, I’m right here"

Matt always made you feel so seen and heard, he was everything you could ask for and more.

After you’d called down a little, he wiped your tears with his thumbs and kisses your lips before you both layed down and spendt the night cuddling in bed.

I also feel like Matt is the type to always and I mean ALWAYS ask you if you want anything as well, no matter where or what it is

Wether its buying food, just stopping at the gass station, him looking for clothes, stopping for a coffee, it doesnt matter, he’ll always make sure just in case

"you want anything?"

"want me to grab you some as well?"

"you sure you dont want anything?"

I feel like Matt would enjoy late night drives with you. Wether it’s just the two of you being bored, that you guys just need to get out of the house or just to talk in private, I think he would enjoy it still

You could drive around and talk about random things or serious topics, sometimes you would grab food and just sit in a parking lot and just talk while you guys eat

Matt would definetly let you wear his clothes, he’d give you his hoodies and sweaters whenever you got cold or needed it. No questions asked. It could be snowing and he’d be near death already, but he would still have given you his hoodie (we love Matt💕)

You, Matt, Chris and Nick were out in town, not for anything in particular, but Nick was looking for some new shirts, and the rest of us just tagges along since we didnt really have any other plans.

Chris wanted to stop by the grocery store as he was out of pepsi and he also wanted some snack for later.

Once we all got back in the car again, we all agreed to go get some food. We decided to stop by Taco Bell, for once we also decided to eat there and nor take it with us.

Today had been somewhat chilly, but I hadnt brought a jacket with me. A strong wind blew by me and a few strands of hair went in my face. Matt took notice of my body language, seeing my high shoulders and how I was somewhat hugging myself to try to bring myself some warmth.

He locked the car doors and came over to me, laying an arm around my shoulder. He pusher some strands of hair behind my ear.

"Want my hoodie?" he asked.

"No no, it’s alright Matt, it’s my own fault for forgetting to bring one" I let out a dry laugh.

He gave me a questionable look and started taking off his hoodie disregarding what I just said. After taking it off, he handed it to me.

"Here" he just smiled at me.

"Thank you Matt" I put on his hoodie already feeling warmer by his body warmth still lingering in it.

"Of course sweetie" he gave me a quick peck on the lips and intertwined our hand as we started walking inside.

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These are all the headcanons for Matt so far, I hope you liked them, I really enjoyed writing it :))

I might make a part 2 later if anyone wants that and just send in any requests or ideas if you have any!

I hope youve had a good day or night and dont forget that youre absolutely worth it!! <3

-dexiie💕

[anawrites3]

Sladick royal au, part 6.5

something short and silly, also inspired by @poiverine’s art and the brainriot we had over it (a looong) time ago 💕 hope it’ll make your day even a bit better 😚

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Slade pressed the back of Dick's hand to his lips to place a kiss there and his husband tensed, in a way that reminded Slade of the times before their wedding. Times, when Dick wasn't entirely at ease with the open affections, when even the slightest touch made him blush and tense up, breath hitching as if Slade was doing something forbidden.

Slade hid his smile behind the palm of Dick's hand. Ah, how he missed those moments sometimes.

”Your Majesty.” Dick hissed at him subtly. Something he wouldn't dare to do before, too scared to really say what was on his mind. But now? Now he grumbled and complained a lot, not holding back his thoughts even a bit and telling Slade off whenever he thought he did something wrong.

It never ceased to make Slade smile, how much Dick changed over all those years.

”Yes, my love?”

”Could you, please, stop kissing me?”

Slade looked down at him and raised his eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. He didn't let go of Dick's hand, lips brushing against his skin with every word.

”Stop kissing you?” he repeated. ”Oh, am I kissing you right now, little bird?”

”Yes, you are, you asshole.” Dick hissed again. Slade considered pulling him into a proper kiss right there, just to annoy him some more. ”And I would really appreciate it if you stopped, my king.”

”You know I don't control it, little bird. I do it out of habit.” Slade hummed, looking away again. The diplomat in front of them didn't notice anything, too busy with his speech and notes. ”It's like breathing for me, to display my love for you whenever I can.”

”I'm aware.” Dick huffed. ”But we both know it's not the case this time.”

”Oh? And how can you be so sure of that?”

”Because you've been looking my father straight in the eye since the meeting started. And I fear that if you do it any longer, while kissing my hand in public as well, he will finally reach for his blade.”

Slade teared his eye away from Wayne's face, twisted in a furious scowl.

”Your father is free to do whatever he wishes. Who am I, to refuse him a fight if he'll ask for one? That would be impolite of me.”

The smirk on Slade's lips was hidden by Dick's hand but he was sure Dick could feel it on his skin.

”Ah yes, because you worry so much about being impolite.” Dick stopped himself from rolling his eyes. ”Especially when it comes to my father.”

”I have no idea what you're talking about, Richard. You know how much I adore king Wayne. My dear father in law.”

Dick pressed his lips into a thin line to stop the laughter from spilling out. A wide smile broke onto his face despite his best efforts, so he hid it into the fur hood of his cloak so no one would notice.

”Careful there, Your Majesty.” he teased. ”Or you might lose your other eye.”

”That would be a shame, truly.” Slade drawled. ”I would no longer be able to look your father straight in the eye while kissing your hand.”

”Aha, so you do confess to your crimes!”

”Do I?”

”I'm pretty sure you do.”

”You're a bad influence on me then, little bird.”

Dick looked at him fondly and curled his fingers around Slade's wrist, ”Guess I am, huh.”

[Masterlist of the au]

[jymwahuwu]

Yandere Jing yuan and aphrodisiac that's the thought also I think it would be fun if like he was so excited to have sex that he accidentally switches the cups and he gets extra horny for reader

I think Jing Yuan will rarely lose control and reveal his truest desire for you…😚💕

CW: yandere, non-con, aphrodisiac, harassment, breaking into your home

Like a small gift, the icing on the cake for your "love life". Jing Yuan hopes that you will be more active, moaning in pleasure and riding his cock, so he orders an aphrodisiac. It is a proven harmless aphrodisiac that just adds a little more fun between lovers. As he poured the aphrodisiac into your drink, the general couldn't help but imagine you biting your lip in embarrassment, rage, and reluctance. Your lovely nipples will be hard and swollen, petals slowly oozing clear fluid, trembling under his leonine, hunting gaze.

You will scold him with shame and anger, but you can only slowly open your legs and wait for his cock…

Jing Yuan stopped himself from fantasizing and took your and his drinks out of the living room. You were a little numb to the fact that this harasser broke into your home again and even brewed drinks for you, so you just motioned for him to put down those drinks. He leisurely pulled you onto his lap and watched the movie with you, his hands occasionally teasing your breasts. Speechlessly, you tried to divert your attention and ignore the right hand that was rubbing your breasts. So, you casually picked up one of the warm cups and took a sip. Jing Yuan also took a few sips, but realized that the taste was different.

It was a drink laced with aphrodisiacs.

Jing Yuan's face didn't show any change in emotion, and he didn't care that he accidentally drank an aphrodisiac. He calmly waited for the tent to go up. Sitting on his lap, you realized it immediately and turned your head. "Y-You again…!! We were just watching a movie…!"

Your wrist is grabbed. A pair of soft lips kissed you, lingering and sweet, with a strong desire. "I know, I know… One round… Just do it once…" It was a little more urgent than before. Those hands pulled your top up, exposing your breasts. Jing Yuan didn't completely take off your shirt. The sleeves stopped on your arms to restrict your movements. Then his hands skillfully stripped off the loungewear on your lower body and threw your slightly wet underwear on the sofa.

The general held you firmly down. Although he is already attached to you on weekdays, you always feel that he is still wearing a mask of calmness. The calmness of having everything under his control. A rare blush appeared on his cheeks. He placed countless kisses on your neck and chest, moaning softly and uncontrollably, like a clingy big cat in heat. "Baby…" His hard cock pressed against your soaked slit through the fabric, rubbing desperately. It's not an excuse to say you need it, but he really needs you. That purest desire and true self envelope you.

That swollen cock head thrust and exploited eagerly, bottoming out deep inside you. You were still crying in fear as you were being thrust, and the wet slapping sound lingered in your ears, repeated. That's the sound of you being completely reproduced. Warm seed spurts inside you. "Don't be like this…" He held your cheek and kissed you softly, the tip of his tongue colliding with yours, sealing your voice, as if you were just saying "be gentle to me" instead of "no" .

[lynlyndoll]

𝔚𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡𝔰

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: possibly fluff?, frustration, drinking, kissing

𝔴𝔠: 0.4k

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: angel! felix x demon! reader

𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰: hell and heaven are mentioned, so, if you are sensible at them, I'm sorry!! the opposite of a guardian angel is a demon, so yeah.

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You've always admired from afar your co-worker, the beautiful guardian-angel. But what if he liked you as well?

𝔞𝔫: hi, guys! I'm sorry 4 posting this today, BUT i had (and still have) many tests this week. however, tmrw is the last day i have tests and then i go in a trip w my bestfriends, so I'll have plenty of time to post. The thing is that I will indeed have delayed posts as this one, especially the Han one. So please be patient! Thank you!!💕😚

Life is unfair, you did admit it. How come the prettiest boy you ever saw was on the other world? Why were you even into him, afterall? His stupid face with his stupid freckles, his stupid deep voice and that body.. his stupid cute personality that you always adored. You never intended to fall in love with him, especially because of the different worlds that you came from, but also for the fact that your relationship was purely for a collaboration of supervising your assigned human.

Your human was pretty good, a kind person who rarely broke the rules. However, once in a while, Felix saw how bored you got, so he let you influence the human with whatever you wanted.

Tonight, after the 4th drink you had while supervising your human's 20th birthday at a bar, you sigh.

"Y/n? You okay, little devil?" Felix looks at you. You sigh and look at him, his eyes fixed on your face.

"Yeah, it's just that.. we never have fun." You look then at your human, who dances with her friends.

"But we have each other." He smiles, taking your hand in his.

"Not enough. We are from different worlds, Felix." You sigh, taking your hand off his. "We are not supposed to be friends or anything else."

"Anything else...?" He asks.

"Forget that, sorry."

"No, no, no. I mean... I don’t want to forget it. If-" He bites his lip. "If you want to be something else, I want it too." He nervously says, checking his pulse for a few seconds - one of his nervous acts - which you find adorable. Your eyes go wide. Maybe it's just from the drinks you both had, you didn't want him to say something like that, knowing that it could pay both of you. "Plus... aren't demons supposed to break the rules?" He laughs it off.

"Yeah, but..." You breath, only realizing now that his face was way closer than it was.

"But...?" He asks, his eyes focusing either on your eyes, either on your lips. "Please, Y/N..." He whimpered only for you to hear, your mind foggy from both the informations you got and the drink. So you kiss him. And he kisses back.

You really shouldn't be doing this, you know it. No demon should fall in love with a guardian angel. He knows it too. He knows that it's probably going ti cost bith of you your jobs in Heaven and Hell, but as long as you could be together, you had to fight for it. That's a thing both of you knew and were ready to fight for.

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱:

@agi-ppangx @lisaaassophhhieee @hyunjin-lover20 @deadgirlwalking3 @kittymaryam

[inspiredwriter]

Stefany :*se despierta*Aaaw~🥱☺️💤 qué pasión tuve con Leo vampiro y Leo Momia 🥰🤭💖💕💝💘*se soba la cintura*nunca estuve en un trío mis chicos me dieron mucho placer y pasión jamás he sentido😍😄❤️‍🔥💘💓💞 debería hacerlo más seguido con los otros chicos 😏🤭💗💕🩷💖*se voltea la cama y mira a Leo*¿Mh? 😳😲💓

Leonardo! Alien X :*acostado en la cama una poce sexy* Hola cariño al fin as despertado 😉😏💖🩷💕💝

Stefany :*se sonroja* Oh eres tu Leo alien x no sabía que entraste a mi habitación 😳😄💓💕

Leonardo! Alien X : si cuando vi que el vampiro y Momia han salido de tu cuarto y entré para ver cómo estabas 🤔😄🚪💞💖💓*acaricia a en la cintura* y también es mi turno de tener sexo contigo en la mañana 😏😈🌇💖❤️‍🔥💘💕

Stefany : Oh es tu turno hacer el amor conmigo cariño 🥰😊💓💕💘*se soba las caderas*pero no sé si podrás me duele mucho la cintura de ayer 😅😖💦

Leonardo! Alien X : tranquilo cielo yo me encargo el dolor desaparezca rápido 😉😁✨💝💕💘*abraza a Stefany en la cintura y le hecha energía*listo señorita Stefany 😘😄🚪💗🩷❣️

Stefany :*mueve sus caderas* Ya no siento dolor en mi cintura 😯😲¿cómo me curaste tan rápido? 😃😄✨

Leonardo! Alien X : mi amor soy Leo Alien X del universo tengo poderes acerera del tiempo y detenerlo y también curaciones 😁😉🌌🪐💖💘💕❣️*quita la sabana a Stefany y le acaricia los pechos* Y ahora estás lista hacer el amor conmigo 😈😘❤️‍🔥💞💝❣️💕

Stefany: Yes, my beautiful alien, because thanks to you I can now make love to you for three or even four rounds😃😍💗💓💖🩷💞 *Kisses Leo on the lips* Mmmuah~😚💋💝❤💘💕 *Takes off her shirt and panties* I have so many energy that immediately needs to be released into the form of my love for you😍😄⚡💗🩷💞💝

Leonardo!AlienX: Oh, hoho, I see, my beautiful kitty is in a very horny mood😏🥰💝💖💞🩷 *Massages Stefany's breast* So I'll give you what you crave so much🤗😈💗💘❣️💕 *Kisses Stefany on the lips* Mmmuah~😚❤️‍🔥❤💖💞 *Whispers in Stefany's ear* I already undressed, so all you have to do is take an anti-pregnancy pill😉🥰💊🥤💘💓💕

Stefany: Ah, okay, my beloved sexy alien😍🤭💝💗💕 *Takes a pill and washes it down with water* Mmmh~😋😊💊🥤💦 Come here, Leonardo *Hugs Leo's neck and wraps her legs around his waist* Come inside me as soon as possible and let's start the fun😍😈💗❤️‍🔥💓💞

@swagreecrow

[bigtreefest]

is work going welllllll? i hope sooooo 😚💕💕 have my favorite photo of andy ehehehe

"honey? your lunch, dont forget your lunch! roll the window down- YOUR LUNCH."

😂😂brandy- please. I’m wheezing at this. So perfectly captioned. And I love domestic Andy when he’s being sweet and thoughtful, just not assuming the ignorance and incompetence of others because of the perceived superiority of lawyers in the legal system👀

Work is going well today, not very busy at all, but I have to prepare for a big synthesis tomorrow!!

It’s a very nice lunch- caprese salad and a side of ham salad and cucumbers. With red and green grapes!?!? Andy knows me so well. 😌 “sorry, babe. My bad. Was already running late. Thanks to you I’ll be like 30 seconds later, but at least I’ll have lunch! Lord knows how hangry I get when I have to skip it.”

He just gives a tight lipped smile back “uh huh. Enjoy *kiss*”

He wouldn’t dare to agree with that statement lest he face gremlin Essie. Bonus points if he comes running out with a thermos of peach tea, too.

[peachigummi]

✨️💕🍉🦊😚📚🤍😍

boy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

where you met: common room party | great hall | forbidden forest | hogsmeade | library | class | detention | corridors | quidditch game | boathouse | train | courtyard

what he first noticed about you: he would constantly catch you staring at him and mattheo, he knew you were obsessed with the both of them. he's nudge and ask mattheo to use his legilimancy skill to read your mind. mattheo would roll his eyes, but do it. to his, surprise, he was disappointed when your attention really was just to theo. theodore would be so fuckin smug about it. he would like toying with you, seeing how you would just be a stuttering mess around him knowing how much you liked him. he would then be thinking why he liked it so much...and it was because he was also in love with you.

favorite place to kiss you: top of your head | forehead | cheeks | nose | lips | jaw | neck | hands | shoulders | thighs

nickname for you: princess | angel | darling | mama | kitten | pookie | sunshine | doll | baby/babe

childhood love: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore (more like you crushing on them) | Lorenzo | Blaise

first kiss: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

bestie: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

enemy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

secretly loves you: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

drunk make out (obv b4 relationship): Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

(sorry little fawn, just going off based your blog, i didn't have that much to work with wuaaah)

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