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[sirxlla]

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Note: They are all adults in everything I write

I'll add sections for the others as needed. <3

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-Others-

▪︎ -> Fics for Evan Buckley - 911 <-

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▪︎ -> Midnight Snack - Lip Gallagher - Shameless

🔥 A Helping Hand (any male character)

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[bbdoll]

Returning to our regular schedule program.

After LuElla & Payton (name change) went on their Christmas shopping excursion on Dec. 3rd, Lola Mae LaBelle was conceived after one night of a curious creator deciding to install wWhims before buying the For Rent pack. Loved very much by the curious creator, family and close relatives, no one had the will to delete in CAS or reboot without saving so Lola Mae arrived Dec. 7th, stole the entire show and took over that very save.

[otaku--senpai]

2 yr difference, same pose 😙😂

[hobbithoes]

miuehehehehh

[wwooyology]

i mean while we’re on the topic of vampy jake… might as well share these yk.

peak vampire jake.

I- um... lord save me now... 🫠🫠

[elenadoeslife]

severely contemplating cutting bangs like these...

[shot-by-cupid]

We are unfortunately. SO back

[merevide]

when i leave the house my goal is for everyone that looks at me to fall in love with me and dream about me forever even though i look like i just rose from the dead 80% of the time

[sirxlla]

A Helping Hand

(never written at all before so sorry if this is shit 🫶🏻)

-my own prompt: "okay, so imagine y/n being a virgin and she goes to get laid but the guy teases her too long and so she cries/gets overstimulated. she kicks the guy out ofc. but she can't stop crying so she calls whatever her best guy friend. [they know she's a virgin, they're much more experienced than her] to ask if that's normal. ofc he says no and offers to come over cause she's crying with general nice sweet intentions since she doesnt know how to control it. (he does a lot more than comfort her when he comes over.)

warnings: first time writer, smut, virgin reader, oral (f receiving), nsfw, use of y/n (if that bothers you, im sorry), male unspecificed (meaning you can put whoever you want in this. 😘😉)

notes: italics are his thoughts, everything else is spoken. i've never wrote before so i'm trying to do what might be best layout wise? pls lmk what you think of the story or anything really in the comments, id appreciate it. 🫶🏻

-with all that said, it's all under the cut.

his phone goes off, she had told him she had a date tonight. god, she'd been so nervous about this date for some reason. he finds himself wishing it went a little poorly. "𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." he picks up the phone, she sobbing. "𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘪 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨-" "𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶...𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯." trying to calm the shaking of his hands.

-"it was all going so well, he got me into bed but he just kept teasing and I keep crying and i don't know what to do..." she cries. "is that normal? am i being dumb?"

-"what? no, you're not being dumb. he's just an idiot....do you wanna talk about it?"

-"he just kept asking me to beg-" her sobs returned. "𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳?" he was sorta confused but she needs someone.

-"y/n, where are you?"

-"i'm home" he hears her say, hearing the pain in her voice makes his heart ache a bit.

-"want me to come over? do you need someone?"

-"y-yeah." her voice shaking from the overstimulation she was left in.

-"okay, i'll be there shortly. okay? it's alright..." he says as gently and sweetly as possible.

he grabs his car keys, driving the ten-minute distance from his place to hers, well it's supposed to be ten but traffic at this time of day made it more like twenty... anyways, he arrives knocking on her front door. it takes her a minute but she answers the door, she's a mess. her eyes are red from crying and she has a bit of mascara running down her face. "𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." he thinks. she hugs him with no hesitation, clearly very upset.

-"what happened?" he whispers, hugging her back and rubbing her back gently.

-"what happened, y/n?" he speaks so softly.

-"he just kept wanting me to beg and i was..." letting out a small sob. "he- he just kept teasing, he did that for what felt like hours." tears dampen his shirt as he guides her back inside her home, into the closest room, her kitchen. sitting her down in one of the dining chairs before he kneels infront of it, just wanting nothing but her to feel better. she's a wreck and doesn't deserve that shit.

-"look at me." he waits for her to take hers hands from her face, his filled with concern. he takes her hands in his removing them from her face, his eyes meeting hers. all he wants to do is bring her comfort and calm her down.

-"breathe...close your eyes and just listen to my voice." he's still on his knees as she sits in the chair in front of him. her hands in his as he massages her hands trying to calm her down. "𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦... 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴- 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘩𝘦𝘳."

-"just trust me, y/n... it's gonna be alright. listen to my voice." he pauses. "do you trust me?" she nods. "good." he replies, his hand slowly leaving hers, starting from her knees and slowly creeping up her thighs. shes about to open her eyes when he sweetly whispers in her ear. -"dont....just trust me. okay?"

-"o-okay." she nods, a bit nervous but she does trust him a lot. she knows if she wanted him to stop, he would. she's never felt unsafe with him, he's always been respectful of her boundaries. his hand slowly starts to undo the strings on her shorts.

-"is this okay?" he asked her before she nods again. he's examining her face as her eyes are closed, he's starting to realize how beautiful she is, the little parts on her face that make her so unique to him- he's getting distracted. back to the task at hand.

'"lift your hips for me, y/n...okay?" she obeys realizing just how much she truly does trust him. "𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨" he thinks. "𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

he slowly starts moving her shorts and underwear down together, to her ankles before just slowly removing them from her entirely. guiding her hips back down to the cool chair.

-"just relax." he tells her. "𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥." he thinks.

'"listen to my voice, okay?" he moves his hands against her calves slowly moving her thighs apart. she lets out a bit of a breath, trying to keep her eyes shut as he has instructed. he has her wrap her ankles around the legs of the chair

-"keep them open, okay?" she nods again. "promise?"

-"yes, i promise."

he begins to kiss up her thigh, his hands gently massaging her calves. "𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭." he thinks, he couldn't imagine ever wanting to see her cry like that again. his kisses making his way up her thigh. she's trying to be quiet, her lip between her teeth. -"mmm mmm, sweetheart." taking his thumb and moving her bottom lip from her teeth. "don't do that, we're alone. you trust me, right? ...don't bite your lip." she listens, she's so obedient. he swipes his thumb over her bundle of nerves, and she moans, so needy from earlier. "needy 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴h-" she's so responsive to him, he does it again, just to hear that sweet sound from her again but he knows she's desperate and needing. he doesn't need to tease, she's had enough of that. his tongue swipes over her wet slit and her eyes shoot open, her hands go to his hair as she tries to unwrap her legs from the chair. he figured this would all happen, she's a virgin after all. he's not expecting her to be perfect.

his eyes are shining like rare gems as he looks up at her, the light hitting them perfectly every intricate detail of them is revealed to her. he gently rewraps her ankles around the chair.

-"you can keep your eyes open but don't move your legs, okay?" she nods again. "𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵." he thinks as he looks up at her, his tongue making another pass over her, gaining another whiny moan out of her. in an instant blood rushes through him as he hears it; he feels his pants get a bit tighter but this isn't about him...he has to remind himself of that. he can handle himself later if it gets that bad. "𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴." he reminds himself, he buries his face between her thighs.

unfortunately, he knows virgins come fast, especially since she's been so overstimulated earlier but he'll try to drag it out for her (and his) pleasure looking up at her, her eyes shut as her head leans back and she mewls for him. his thumb applies just the right amount of pressure making small circles on her clit as his tongue gains more whimpers and whines from her mouth. "she won't last long" he reminds himself as time seems to slow for him as he pulls on of her thighs from the leg of the chair, bringing it over his shoulder before he switches his fingers and tongue. his tongue making circles around her clit as his fingers make good work of her from the inside. "𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨." he squeezes her thigh as his fingers find just what he was looking for. thats apparent in the cry of pleasure she lets out. unfortunately for him and her, before either of them knows it she's making a mess on his fingers, pulling him closer by his hair. shes panting, her eyes blown with some emotion, she has never felt and he had ever seen on her. "𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭."

the two of them stare at each other for a minute, her tugs have turned to soft massages against his scalp as he realizes she might've thought she tugged too hard. he wipes his face, looking at her beautiful eyes having the urge to kiss her, so he does. kissing her gently, both of them seem to realize and be amazed by the idea they ever thought they should just be friends to begin with.

Masterlist

[mishkakagehishka]

Was gonna go to bed but i looked a bit cute do i had a lil impromptu photoshoot

[gorekiss]

the way a lot of people on this app demonize sex and sexuality is kinda scary honestly

[speeedyquick1245]

omg!!! Merthur is finally in the lead!! Keep it up!!

AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 2

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

[chuluoyi]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

- zayne x reader

husband and wife, at the pinnacle of their love. on a night filled with wonders, you will know that he sees only you and everything that you are

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—fluff, explicit smut: slightly rough & drunken sex, fingering, missionary. you and zayne have a daughter (her name is meirin!)

note: god what have i written... the anniversary banner pv made me do it T^T anyhow, this is also a direct prequel to the upcoming angst fic in the name of love :))

“Whoa, so that’s Dr. Zayne and his wife...”

Soft whispers rippled through the crowd the moment you and your husband stepped into the pristine ballroom, all eyes subtly drawn to your arrival.

Tonight, you were accompanying Zayne to Akso Hospital’s anniversary dinner party. His sharp gaze and immaculate three-piece suit made a striking impression. Naturally, you matched his sophistication in every way—your flowing black dress accentuated your figure, while your hair styled into an elegant updo.

A sight for sore eyes, that was what the two of you were.

“Mind your step,” he murmured softly, his voice reassuring as the two of you gracefully ascended the stairs. His left arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but notice the envious gazes of the ladies fixed on you.

“How does such a perfect couple even exist?”

“She’s so pretty… Of course, Dr. Zayne only wants the best.”

“Oh! And I’ve heard they already have a daughter too!”

A smile curled on your lips, a subtle boost of confidence washing over you as their murmurs reached your ears. You felt giddy too—on most days, you were a hunter in a life-and-death situations, rough and rugged. But tonight, draped in elegance and arm-in-arm with Zayne, you felt like a princess.

“Don’t smile that wide...” he suddenly whispered to your ears, a twinkle in his hazel eyes. “You’ll look like Meirin when she’s munching on her cookies.”

You shot him a frown. “Wha?”

“All those praises are going straight to your head.” Even in a prestigious event like this, Zayne couldn’t resist teasing you. “Sooner or later, it’ll get too big for me to handle.”

Fixing him with an unimpressed glare, you deadpanned, “Shush, you!”

When you reached the main hall, the buzz of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, blending with the elegant music playing in the background. The hospital director, an elderly man with a warm smile, greeted you both along with his wife.

"Zayne, thank you for coming," he said, shaking your husband's hand and giving him a light pat on the shoulder. His gaze then turned to you. "Ah, this must be the stellar hunter wife of Dr. Zayne. You look absolutely radiant, madam."

"Ah, please don't call me that..." You mustered your most polished facade, supplying a soft, graceful laugh.

The director's wife grinned and added, "Why didn’t you bring your daughter here? Everyone’s looking forward to finally meet her already."

"She's a handful," Zayne immediately replied with a smile, his tone warm and affectionate. "And she gets fussy when her bedtime nears, so we decided to leave her with my in-laws tonight."

The director let out a hearty guffaw. "No matter how fussy she is, she must be really adorable with a mother this beautiful, eh?"

Throughout the night, it was a compliment you frequently heard. While you were flattered, a thought lingered in the back of your mind—what were your husband's true thoughts about all this attention to you?

Zayne was keenly aware of how captivating you were.

There was a surge of pride whenever he had you on his arm. Just like any man out there, he too wanted to show his hot wife off and flaunt her so everyone could see, as if saying: This is my woman.

But he too knew that it was in a human's nature to covet what they didn't have. And it was rightly proven when he stepped away for just a moment, only to return and find you engaged in conversation with a man.

The hospital director's son, no less.

"Miss, I've heard you're part of the Hunter Association?" he asked you inquisitively. "What a noble profession it is! Keeping all of us here safe on daily basis."

You responded demurely, "And those in Akso do the same, don’t they?"

Your conversation was harmless, and Zayne was a rational man, so he didn’t feel the need to intervene. He just made sure his gaze was on you every so often.

But when the director’s son began persistently offering you drinks, filling your glass time after time, Zayne's patience began to wear thin. The sight of the man’s insistence grated on him, stirring a possessive unease he couldn’t entirely ignore.

. . .

You could’ve sworn your vision swam a little after the third glass of alcohol. The warm buzz coursing through you also made everything seem a little brighter, and left you feeling just slightly off-balance.

"Miss, the white wine here is the best—" the man standing before you declared with a convincing grin, swirling the bottle in front of you. "Don't you want to try some?"

"Ah, no, sir..." you replied with a polite laugh, raising a hand in subtle refusal. "I've already had whiskey and gin just now—"

"Just a little! You really have to try it!"

You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck as the alcohol already coursing through your system made your cheeks flush. You didn’t even like alcohol much and only drank socially, but this was the very son of your husband's boss. Refusing outright seemed rude—

“Can you kindly not make her drink too much?”

Or so you thought, until your knight in three-piece suit suddenly stepped in and saved you from your plight.

Zayne’s tone was gentle yet firm, his words striking an authoritative balance. He flashed a placating smile. “My wife doesn’t have a very high tolerance.” Swiftly, he grabbed the glass from your hand and, without missing a beat, downed its contents in one go.

“If you’re looking for a drinking partner, let it be me instead.”

You knew better than anyone that your husband didn’t have a particularly high tolerance for alcohol either. Yet, for the next 30 minutes, you watched, equal parts impressed and concerned, as he matched the man drink for drink, deflecting further offers directed your way with a subtle, protective grace. Though Zayne’s words remained measured, you could see the flush creeping up his neck.

And soon, you’d witness just how far his limits had been pushed.

“Zayne! Are you alright?”

Worry laced your voice as you placed both hands on Zayne's cheeks, your brow furrowing in concern. Somehow or another you managed to drag your husband away and led him to the hotel room.

The warmth of his skin was unmistakable, and his face contorted in discomfort as the vertigo hit him full force. “Oh no, what have you done? Why did you even drink that much!?”

“I’m fine,” Zayne grumbled, his voice thick.

“You’re drunk!” You couldn't help but scold him as you started pulling off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, trying to help him breathe easier. “You can’t even handle alcohol properly, and yet you’re trying to keep up with him...”

To Zayne, your voice somehow felt comforting. His mind was hazed, but your touch—your hand against his neck—felt like a cool splash of clarity.

His pretty wife... The dizziness was making it hard to stay upright, but the sight of you grounded him, and he instinctively leaned into you—

“Zayne—!”

You barely managed to catch his weight, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. He was so warm against you, his breath uneven, not to mention the slight tremor in his body. "Are you alright?!" you asked in a flurry. "Oh, let me get you some water—"

"You talk too much..." Zayne murmured, his words slurred as everything around him swayed.

Gripping your shoulder to steady himself, his unfocused gaze lingered on you, drawn to the curve of your lips, the delicate line of your neck, and the outline of your cleavage.

How can he have a wife this ravishing and do nothing?

And suddenly, he was sober. Very sober.

Or maybe not. It was simply just him finally giving in to his desires.

In one go, he seized your wrist, yanking you against him with sudden force— and with a quick tilt of your startled, precious face, he devoured your lips in heat.

"—!" It was like a spark igniting, burning through every thought. His mouth was urgent, demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to feel the rush of your closeness. His kiss was intoxicating—almost overwhelming—as he tangled his fingers in your hair, tilting your head to gain better access.

Zayne's hands moved to your back, pulling you into him, so close that the heat of his body pressed against yours. Then those sinful hands wandered to your hips, guiding you toward the desk. With reckless urgency, he swept everything off the surface, sending objects crashing to the floor with a sharp clang and made you sit on it.

"Ah, Zayne, you—!" You accidentally pushed him back, and he growled the moment your lips parted.

"Are you trying... to escape?" His gaze turned dark with lust, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. "Why? Isn't this exactly how you wanted me to be...?"

In that moment, you gulped as your heart thundered in your chest. What was even happening now? How did it escalate into this?

You stuttered, eyes widened, "Z-Zayne..."

But your husband had shed all traces of his usual composed self. In the haze of his muddled thoughts, he was driven purely by need. He swiftly removed his glasses, tossing them aside without a second thought, and this time—

His lips went straight for your neck, which, unbeknownst to you, had looked so enticing to him all evening.

"Hahh..." His breathy grunts were hot against your skin and his touch no longer gentle but firm and possessive. His mouth moved with a mix of hunger and desperation, and you struggled to contain the moans as his hands slipped inside your dress, and—

A shiver ran down your spine when he spread your legs, and you couldn’t help the titillating gasp that escaped when inserted his two of his fingers in you all at once, edging you.

"Ungh, ngh! Hah—" Your body jerked and you clung to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Zayne wasn't usually this brash, but tonight it was as if a screw had come loose.

"Louder," he commanded in your ear, and your heart pounded at his authoritative voice. He pushed his digits deeper as if punishing you, that you yelped. "Do not hold back."

He lifted you by your waist, effortlessly pressing you against the small table by the window. You were on the 20th floor, the world below far out of sight, but the thought that anyone might catch a glimpse was somehow... thrilling.

"I-I'm close—" you stammered, and the moment you did, your husband vigorously moved his fingers inside your squelching folds, "A-ah!"

The room felt smaller, the air thicker. The way your walls took his fingers alone made your thoughts scatter, and when you came undone on him, you latched onto him, your head resting against his chest as your breaths came in shaky, uneven gasps. "Z-Zayne... please..."

He pulled out his fingers, looked at your cum coating them, and brought them to your lips. You, still trembling, sucked the essence off with teary eyes.

Sweaty, disheveled, lips swollen and cheeks flushed... how he had reduced you into this state was gratifying.

Zayne’s gaze darkened, his breath heavy as he stared down at you. "Are you ready to take me now?"

You nodded.

He gave you a small smirk, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw gently. "Good girl."

He lifted you over to the bed, and you gasped in surprise as he tossed you onto the soft sheets, the motion quick but not unkind. You barely had time to react before his intense gaze locked onto yours, his presence domineering above you.

“Spread your legs.”

Was this man really your husband? Sometimes, you still struggled to reconcile the tender part of him and the man consumed by a unrestrained intensity before you now.

By now you had swallowed all shame and did so. You wanted to look away, but then unable to when the sight before you caught your breath—

All the while, he had his eyes on you. Zayne pulled at his tie with deliberate intent, then he shed his suit pieces, casting them to the floor with a casual abandon, before undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare chest altogether.

Your husband looks so hot. The way he gazed at you throughout it all too...

He glanced at the space between your legs. “Wider.”

You complied, letting your face burn impossibly hotter, anticipating him.

He eased in slowly, starting with just the tip. You whimpered at the intrusion.

"Hurts?" he questioned with a frown.

"No," you refuted quickly, desire too burning in your gaze as you met his eyes. "I can take more."

You arched your back as Zayne sank deeper, his full length filling you. A moan tumbled from your lips as your walls clenched in response, and he pushed himself completely inside you.

"Hah..." You inhaled sharply, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his entire length, and seeing you like that, your husband cradled the side of your face with his palm.

"So beautiful..." Zayne whispered, his glazed gray-hazel eyes fixed on your spent face. His other hand clasped yours, pinning it beside your head. "My wife... is so incredibly beautiful."

It was heart-fluttering to know that your husband found you pretty. Everyone might compliment you the same way, but his were the only one that truly mattered. After seven years of marriage, your heart still skipped a beat every time he held your gaze like this.

Without warning, Zayne started to move his hips. Your moans got louder and unabashed as his movements were slow at first, before he picked up the pace and thrusted in and out of you with fervor.

"Ahhh!" You threw your head back as his thick cock messily dragged itself against your walls. In, out, in out— Stars began to blur your vision, your nails digging into his shoulder as you reached for him.

You could see that excited glint in his eyes, the lust exploding at the sight of you. He watched you intently, savoring the way unbound desire twisted your face, each mewl you made filling the air. Your thoughts turned into puzzle pieces—

Thrust. So full, you are.

Thrust. What if... this time— you become pregnant again?

Thrust. That would be... nice. You can call it “New Years’ baby.”

Everything was incoherent. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, each hit to that one spot sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, pushing you to the brink of tears and screams.

Then, unexpectedly, he reached his climax first. His cum shot through, filling your womb to the brim in spurts after spurts, and you cried, trembling beneath him. Your release followed suit though, and you went limp in the aftermath.

Zayne collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck, his name still falling off your lips as a whisper in his ear, a gentle song laced within moans. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, panting heavily against you.

“I love you.”

The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a tangled web of desire.

The first thing he heard was your whimper.

With a groan, Zayne cracked his eyes open the morning after, instantly recognizing the dull ache in his head—it was a hangover. But before he could press his hands to his temples, his gaze fell on you, curled up in a blanket next to him.

And the whimper came again, and it tugged at something deep inside him.

“What’s... wrong?” he asked in a groggy voice, turning toward you, his hand instinctively reaching for you despite the pounding headache. “Are you alright...?”

You blinked up at him, a flicker of resentment in your gaze, and Zayne gathered you into his arms. The events of last night came back to him in fragments, and realization dawned on him.

“Are you... sore?” he murmured, concern edging his tone.

“I hate you,” you retorted in a scratchy voice, mushing your head in his shoulder. Zayne widened in slight surprise, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Is that it...? I’m sorry...”

He gently patted your head and back, trying to soothe you. The sight of you—vulnerable and distressed—made his heart tighten with a pang of guilt. Just how rough had he been with you last night?

“There, there, it’ll pass...” he said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “It’s normal... because we went longer and more vigorous than usual... Probably just mild irritation in your—”

“Don’t pull medical facts on me,” you muttered sullenly, weakly punching his chest. A smile made its way to his face at your mini attack.

“But it’s true though?”

How endearing. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest, his heart softening at the sight of you, even in your grumpy state.

And in that moment, Zayne thought, nothing could've possibly ever shatter his world ever again.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a wife that loves to cook him lunches. I like to think this is in the same universe as this blurb. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon loves waking up, having a shower, and then coming downstairs to see a plate of breakfast on the kitchen island, and you, in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts as your pyjamas.

Simon loves wrapping his arms around your waist as you cook whatever you're making for him.

And it's not as though he demands it, or expects it. Ever since the two of you got married and you got to work from home instead of in the office, you would make Simon lunch.

It wasn't always in the morning, either. Sometimes you would just show up to the 141 base, greeting everyone with a sweet smile. Before handing Simon a still warm container of food.

Simon loved your cooking, but something he loved even more was the ego boost he received from his mates. Johnny especially.

Johnny always commented on what Simon had for lunch. Expressing how good it was and how he wishes he had a 'bonnie lass' at home that would make lunch for him.

Then, Simon made the mistake of telling you about Johnny's words.

Simon had said it in passing while the two of you were cuddling in bed. Chuckling to himself, not even noticing the pout on your lips.

He shouldn't have been surprised when in the morning, he saw two containers, instead of one. One labeled "Simon ‪‪❤︎‬", the other labeled "Johnny ‪‪❤︎‬".

Simon slid the container across the table as he sat across from Johnny. The scotsman looking confused before his eyes lit up.

"She cook this for me, did she?" Johnny smiled brightly.

"Aye. But don't get a big head about it" Simon glared.

"How can I no' get a big head aboot it? sweet lass she is. Migh' have tae steal her from ye"

"don't even think about it"

"She e'en put a heart nex' tae ma name, Simon. She must fancy me"

"I'm telling her you hated the food"

"No! dinnae dae that ye big brute! she'll think A'm a bastard!"

"You are one"

Simon brought home two empty containers that night. Telling you about how Johnny groaned with every mouthful and nearly licked the container clean.

You also started receiving sloppy kisses on the cheek from Johnny whenever you brought lunch in during the day for your husband and his best friend.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[girlwithrituals]

GLOW UP GUIDE FOR 2025⠀

READ: On average, it takes more than 2 months before a new behavior becomes automatic — 66 days to be exact. And considering that 2025 is precisely these many days away, why not start with our glow up plan already?

Physical Glow Up-

BODY

— 5-10K steps a day.

— 7-8 hours of sleep.

— workout everyday for 1 hr atleast- yoga/stretching/pilates/cardio/lifting weights. a workout may take one hour, but your mood will be boosted for the next 12 hours.

— posture training.

— sunlight exposure after waking up for at least 10 minutes.

NUTRITION

— 2-3 liters of water every day.

— limit your caffeine intake.

— avoid sugars as much as you can.

— high protein diet, pre and probiotics.

— more fruits and veggies (+ green smoothies if you like).

— no junk/processed food/trans fat.

— no eating after 8 pm.

SKINCARE

— be clear on your skin type (oily, dry, combination, sensitive).

— once you're clear, use these accordingly- cleanser, toner, targeted serum, eye cream, moisturizer, sunscreen (≥50 spf).

— keep your bedding clean as well.

— no picking of skin on your lips, cuticle etc.

— gua sha to help improve blood circulation and lessen toxins.

— cold therapy may take three to five minutes of being uncomfortable, but your energy levels will be boosted for the rest of the day.

— remove makeup before you go to bed.

BODY CARE

— shower every day.

— exfoliate 2x a week.

— use body lotion (shea butter/aloe vera gel/coconut oil).

HAIR CARE

— wash hair 2-3x a week

— oil your scalp 2x a week, at least 3 hours before shampoo.

— hair mask 1x per week.

— never brush wet hair.

— use silk pillow case.

HYGIENE

— brush your teeth 2x a day, clean tongue and the roof of the mouth daily.

— floss daily.

— cut your nails 1x a week, never remove the cuticles.

— glycolic acid under arm for odor and discoloration.

— never use soap on your coochie.

Mental Glow Up-

MINDSET

— set clear goals- define and breakdown your aspirations.

— start your mornings with positive affirmations.

— surround yourself with uplifting content and people.

— be shamelessly selfish to your career and mental health, remove anyone or anything that doesn't align with your priorities and wellbeing.

— boost your brain health by these 4 neuroscience tools:

difficult first: start your day with the most difficult task (cortisol and dopamine are high in the body meaning that your body/mind is primed to work).

rest your eyes: introduce a micro-pause after learning by resting/closing your eyes - will help retain information better.

tomorrow's worries: write tomorrow's to-do list before bed as it is proven to be effective in helping you fall asleep.

find time to play: engage in low-stake play. can be anything you find fun but where the outcome doesn't matter (induces neuroplasticity + reduces stress).

MIND

— meditation might take as low as ten minutes, but your focus will be improved for the rest of the day.

— no social media after waking up and at least an hour before bed.

— keep aside 1 hr of time to read daily! reading a new book may take five hours, but you will keep the knowledge forever.

— journaling, gratitude.

— digital detox once a week or for 12 hours.

— limit unnecessary screentime, unfollow or cut off people you don't want to see.

JOURNALING

— choose a regular time each day to journal, making it a part of your routine.

— find a quiet, comfortable place free from distractions. light a candle if you want.

— allow your thoughts to flow without censoring or editing.

— write about your feelings and emotions to understand them better. write about things you are thankful for to boost your mood. write about your short-term and long-term goals. identify what triggers certain emotions or reactions

— set a timer for 5-10 minutes and write continuously during that time.

— reflect on both positive experiences and challenges.

— make lists, journal your thoughts on these questions.

— journal at night to clear your mind before bedtime, because emotions and thoughts lose their power once we acknowledge them.

— a gratitude practice may take five minutes, but your mindset will be shifted for the rest of the day.

AFFIRMATIONS

— customise affirmations to your needs.

Personal Life-

WEEKLY TASKS

— initiate small changes: begin with small, manageable tasks such as making your bed or cleaning your room every sunday.

— celebrate your success: reward yourself when you achieve your goals or have a consistently productive week. consider treats like buying flowers for yourself or watching your favorite show.

DAILY WORK

— set achievable goals: establish realistic goals for the day, week, or month ahead.

— track your progress.

— organise your work space, declutter your shelves etc.

— embrace the power of lists: keep a list of tasks to be done and their deadlines. this way, you start each day with a clear plan. to make it visually appealing and motivating, consider using productivity apps like evernote, habit tracker, or notion.

PRODUCTIVITY TIPS

— wake up early.

— plan ahead everything, do scheduling. you can use:

google calendar / notion / tasks .

— if the task takes less than 2 minutes to finish, do it immediately.

— countdown rule, if you are procrastinating, count 1-2-3-4-5 and jump.

— start slow, don't rush and try to do everything at one time.

— follow a proper routine, use app locks based on screentime.

— pomodoro technique, 25 min work, and 5 min break.

— schedule longer break times as well e.g 30 min nap.

[bi-writes]

just his girl being so attracted to simon and him not understanding it. (18+)

i mean like...he's never had a girlfriend like this. he's never even had a girlfriend, period, not really, not anyone he's seen more than once, not one that he's known long enough to remember her name.

he just doesn't get it. whenever he comes into your vicinity, he can see the sparkle in your eyes. the smile that graces your face, the way your expression lights up, the way your body moves on its own just to get closer to him.

he wonders if he lets you because of the sick satisfaction he feels. to be the center of your attention, it makes him feel so fucking special, so important. another man can look at you the same way, but he knows your cunt will be dry. but when he looks at you that way, he can see the way your legs squeeze together, and he loves knowing that if he flipped up the hem of your skirt, you'd be so sticky and practically drooling there, all for him.

he doesn't think himself very attractive. he's had his fair share of one night stands, but the way you keen for him makes him so hungry. he loves hearing you whine when he grabs your ass, loves feeling you drip onto his fingers when he kisses you after a long day, loves the way that nothing else will ever make you smile the way he can when he touches your face.

"i love you so much," you whisper, and he has to look away or else he'll groan.

"i missed you," you whimper after he's been away for a long time, and he has to bite back the tremble in his lip because fuck, he missed you, too.

"you're so big, baby," you whine, and he can't help the way he chubs up immediately as you feel up his thick biceps, along his pecs, over the warm layer of fat around his solid middle. you can cum so fast just riding his big thigh, hell--you can cum by yourself just looking at him. he's so hot to you, so handsome, even if he doesn't take his mask off or any of his clothes, because you love him so much, and his eyes are sometimes all you need to feel enough. and fuck if that isn't the biggest ego boost, seeing his girl's pussy creaming just by fixating on the flex of his big hand.

his confidence is so puffed whenever he's around you. he gets goosebumps whenever your eyes are on him. even now, it's been years with you, and you still make him feel like the hottest guy in the room with the way your eyes look him up and down.

you're his perfect girl. his best prize. he doesn't understand how he ever got you, how he ever reeled you in, but there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't understand how undeserving he is of you and how incredibly lucky he is. it makes him selfish. he has you, and he can't lose you, so fuck how he has to keep you, cause he will. and he thinks you like that, too.

he thinks you like the way he fondles you under your skirt in a crowded place. he thinks you like the way he fucks, deep thrusts as he grips your face and murmurs mine, mine, mine between low groans and fingerprint bruises. he thinks you like the way he hovers, glaring at anyone that looks your way and devouring you in a grocery store parking lot because the cashier at the till looked at your legs for just a second too long, and need ta remind ya who ya belong to, pet.

you were wet anyways, he had worn short sleeves that day, and your eyes hadn't left his tattoo sleeve since he came out of the shower. so wet, ruining those panties, his favorite little black pair with the skull print pattern along the band.

dripping, creamy, pulsing little cunt that is all his. hadn't so much as even touched you yet, and here you are, drooling so sweet. he just didn't want to waste the meal.