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highfunctioningflailgirl · 1 year ago
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literaryvein-reblogs · 3 months ago
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what are some ways to describe people other than eye and hair color
I am assuming you are looking for physical descriptors. Here are some examples. I may just make a different post on psychological descriptors.
Arms: Long, Muscular, Pudgy, Short, Skinny, Thin
Back: Bent, Hunched, Ramrod Straight, Rounded
Build: Anorexic, Athletic, Beefy, Brawny, Burly, Chubby, Coltish, Compact, Fat, Gangly, Gaunt, Gawky, Haggard, Heavy-set, Herculean, Husky, Lanky, Lithe, Muscular, Obese, Overweight, Petite, Rangy, Reed-like, Scrawny, Skinny, Slender, Slight, Solid, Spindly, Statuesque, Stocky, Strapping, Sylphlike, Taut, Thickset, Thin, Trim, Underweight, Voluptuous, Well-built, Willowy, Withered
Cheeks: Blushing, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Disturbed, Glorious, Glowing, Hairless, High (cheekbones), Hollow, Honey, Livid, Pale, Pallid, Pink, Plump, Puffy, Radiant, Reddened, Rosy, Rounded, Ruddy, Shining, Smooth, Soft, Sun-burnt, Sun-bronzed, Sunken, Sun-tanned, Tanned, Tearful, White
Chin: Angular, Bony, Bumpy, Chiseled, Defined, Doughy, Firm, Protruding, Round, Smooth, Soft, Square, Strong
Ears: Jug-like, Large, Protruding, Tiny
Eyebrows: Arching, Bushy, Emphasized, Near, Spaced, Thick, Thin
Eyelashes: Artificial, Beaded, Beautiful, Blinking, Dark, Dark-fringed, Dense, Dusky, Heavily-fringed, Long, Mascaraed, Sandy, Sooty, Sopping, Tear-drenched, Thick, Uplifted
Eyes: Almond-shaped, Bright, Bulging, Expressive, Frightened, Gentle, Languishing, Little, Luminous, Made-up, Round, Shining, Shortsighted, Smart, Stunned, Thin, Wide, Woeful
Face: Baby, Blood-stained, Bold, Chiseled, Contorted, Dead, Expressionless, Fair, Familiar, Fierce, Flat, Frightened, Furrowed, Honest, Indifferent, Little, Pale, Poker, Pretty, Radiant, Rough, Ruddy, Sallow, Square, Stained, Swollen, Trim, Weather-beaten, Wry
Feet: Athlete's, Big, Flat, Pigeon-toed, Small, Sore, Stinky, Stubby, Swollen
Fingers: Gnarled, Long, Short, Stubby
Finger Nails: Bitten, Broken, Claw-like, Dirty, Hooked, Long, Painted, Sharp, Talon-like
Hair: Afro, Bald, Beehive, Braided, Bristles, Bun, Chignon, Coiffure, Combed, Corkscrew, Corn rows, Cowlicked, Crew cut, Curly, Disarrayed, Disheveled, Dreadlocks, Dry, Flattop, Flecked, French braid, French twist, Fringe, Greasy, Grizzled, Knotted, Layered, Locks, Matted, Messed up, Mohawk, Mussy, Muttonchops, Neat, Oily, Page boy, Perm, Pigtails, Plait, Pompadour, Ponytail, Ragged, Receding, Ringlets, Ruffled, Shaggy, Shorn, Shoulder-length, Skinhead, Spiky, Split-ended, Straight, Tangled, Thick, Thinning, Tidy, Topknot, Tousled, Twisted, Uncombed, Unshorn, Untidy, Wavy, Wiry, Wisps
Hand: Big, Elegant, Small
Height: Big, Knee-high, Medium, Short, Shoulder-high, Sky-high, Small, Tall, Towering, Waist-high
Legs: Amputated, Bandy, Bony, Bowed, Brawny, Bulging, Fluted, Gartered, Gouty, Graceful, Hacked, Hairy, Jagged, Knotted, Leaden, Long, Lower, Muscular, Pitiful, Rickety, Shapely, Shivering, Short, Sinewy, Slender, Slim, Spindle, Stockinged, Sturdy, Thin, Thread-like, Tinder, Tiny, Toothsome, Tree trunks
Lips: Blue, Cracked, Cupid's Bow, Downturned, Dry, Fat, Full, Grim, Large, Luscious, Parched, Parted, Red, Ruby, Small, Smiling, Thin, Wet
Mouth: Arch, Ascetic, Baby, Cavernous, Churning, Compressed, Cooing, Coral, Cracked, Cruel, Delicate, Dumpled, Distended, Dry, Fine, Firm, Frothy, Full, Funnel-shaped, Gaping, Grim, Handsome, Hungry, Insistent, Irritable, Large, Luscious, Munching, Musty, Perilous, Puckered, Querulous, Relaxed, Resolute, Sardonic, Sensuous, Serious, Slobbering, Small, Sulky, Sweet, Tender, Thin, Wide, Winsome, Wrinkled, Yawning
Neck: Bullnecked, Elegant, Long, Short, Swan-like, Thick
Palm: Broad, Oval, Rectangular, Square
Skin: Acned, Alabaster, Albino, Apricot, Black, Blemished, Blistered, Blooming, Blotchy, Blushing, Bronzed, Cadaverous, Calloused, Caramel, Clear, Craggy, Cream, Ebony, Fair, Flush, Freckled, Glowing, Greasy, Ivory, Jaundiced, Leathery, Lily-white, Lined, Milky, Mottled, Nut-brown, Olive, Pale, Pallid, Pasty, Peeling, Pimpled, Pink, Pitted, Pockmarked, Red, Rosy, Rough, Ruddy, Russet, Sallow, Scabby, Scarred, Smooth, Splotchy, Spotty, Sun-burnt, Tan, Wan, Waxen, White, Wrinkled, Yellow
Stomach: Bulging, Distended, Empty, Firm, Flabby, Flat, Heroic, Hollow, Lean, Paunchy, Protruding, Unbounded
Teeth: Artificial, Black, Blunted, Buck, Canine, Chattering, Clenched, Clinched, Compressed, Crooked, Dagger-like, Dazzling, Decayed, Deciduous, Extracted, False teeth, Feeble, Ferocious, Filed, Flashing, Fluoridated, Foam-laced, Fractured, Gap-toothed, Gleaming, Glistening, Glittering, Gnashing, Goofy, Grinding, Hooked, Horrid, Ivory, Jagged, Lacquered, Large, Milky, Mottled, Neglected, Pearly, Perfect, Pretty, Protruding, Razor-like, Sharp, Shining, Short, Small, Snowy, Sore, Spaced, Straight, Sweet tooth, Tender, Tiny, Toothless, Toothy, Ugly, Unrelenting, White, Wisdom, Wolfish, Yellow
Hope this helps! If it does, do tag me or send me a link to your writing. I'd love to read your work.
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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 6 months ago
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Pretty Boy | s.r. x fem!reader
a/n: you know i had to do something for glasses reid i’d be crazy not to.
“oh, here comes your pretty boy. capital p and b.” derek’s smooth voice entered your shared office with jj. you didn’t bother asking who, even coyly, he would just say something along the line of “your other half, pretty girl.”
so you rolled your eyes while scanning over a case file, not bothering to direct attention to the man. “and why the need to visit my space?” a teasing reply, both knowing his visits to the double liaison office were once in a blue moon.
there was the sound of shuffling before derek responded, “cause i wanna see your reaction.” such a vague answer that it caused you to pick your head up with a quizzical look, “what are-“ and you stopped when spencer poked his head through the cracked doorway.
“hey y/n, i brought you…” you didn’t hear the rest of his sentence. eyes too focused on spencer’s face and the new wardrobe attire perched along his nose.
your heart beat fast in your ears and you could feel your body warm in temperature. it was like you were sent back in time to high school and spencer was the insanely smart, pretty student ripped right from your fantasies. you hoped you weren’t drooling at the sight.
“y/n? you alright?” spencer’s voice was much closer now and when you blinked he was directly in front of you with the back of his hand to your forehead and a frown on his face. derek’s chuckles filled the crowded space and you couldn’t even manage a side eye.
“you feel warm. you didn’t happen to catch anything from the last case, did you?” full concern with round puppy eyes shining behind black frames. your heart was the picture of a popsicle melting on a hot summer day.
you took a swallow, “not- not that i know of.” eyes honed onto a freckle placed to the left of spencer’s chin.
derek laughed again, “ease up on her, pretty boy.” he moved closer and stood behind spencer’s left shoulder, a smug expression painted on his chiseled face.
“i’m just checking if she’s physically well.” spencer’s voice got high from defending himself and his actions while glaring at derek.
derek then jerked his chin at your sheepish expression, “well it’s declining each second you’re in her space.” joking at the expense of your crush, but spencer took it the wrong way and pulled his arm back to his side. “sorry, right boundaries. should’ve asked first.”
you managed to bounce back when he started moving away, “no! no, it’s- derek’s just joking. i- i don’t mind you touching me.” and it took two, two seconds, for your mind to process your wording.
“oh this is a great morning.” derek howled then decided he’s seen enough, leaving both of you hot and pink cheeked.
squeezing your eyes shut you wished for the floor to swallow you hole and drag you away from this situation. “i’m- i’m sorry… about that. bit- bit scattered brained right now.” trying to play everything off.
“you- you sure you’re alright? i’m certain hotch will let you leave early.” spencer’s brows pinched in the middle turning his face into more of a pout. oh he has no idea the effect on you.
you smiled gentle at his worry, “i’m well, just been staring at potential cases too long, that’s all.” fingering at the edge of the manilla folder in your lap.
“also i like the new look,” circling a finger around your eyes to play charades with him than just mention the holy glasses. “they suit you nicely.” friendly but said with a hint of flirty.
spencer’s smiled widened and his cheeks turned from bubblegum pink to a rosie hue, oh how you wish to just cover him in thousands of kisses. “thanks. i ran out of contacts for the month so i’m stuck with these until then.” making it sound like an inconvenience, but oh how you were gonna suffering for a month of those handsome frames.
you turned your head away before you were caught staring for too long and saw a baby pink bag sitting beside your picture frames. you reached out to grab it then pulled it apart to see a sweet morning treat awaiting for your teeth to sink in. “did you bring this?” asking spencer since you then remember that he said something when arriving but you didn’t hear what.
spencer straightened up and happily beamed, “yeah! i was walking past that pastry shop you like and thought you’d enjoy something for all your hard work.” you both knew that was a straight lie since that pastry shop is an extra ten minutes out of either of yours work routes.
but you didn’t comment on it just looked spencer in the eye and said softly, “thank you, spence. you’re very sweet.” and with a sudden boldness you leaned forward to press a delicate kiss onto his right cheek.
pulling back you noticed spencer’s lips were slightly parted, he looked almost winded from the sudden action. you were gonna apologize if you over stepped but then jj entered her office with derek trailing behind.
“uh… hi.” she stopped two steps inside then saw the way you both fidgeted to appear normal. as if you were doing something you weren’t supposed… “hi, welcome.” “everything normal here.” you and spencer talked over each other.
“okay, not even gonna ask…” waving a folder about, “but i found a case and hotch approved so into the conference room for debriefing.” jj gave both of you a final stare then walked around derek to flee the scene.
“come on pretties, you can smooch later.” “derek!”
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mattsdolll · 2 months ago
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matts favorite time of day was when he got to unwind with you. he didn't care about anything else but you in those moments. soft exchanged whispers of i love you's lingering in the air, his face pressing against your neck as his muscles began to relax – he adored your presence.
"baby?"
he muttered, half stumbling into the bedroom. he was exhausted. you knew matt, how driven he was with filming content for his fans, but you couldn't help but notice how tense he had seemed, how he looked like he just wanted to sleep instead of his usual antics of yapping to you. he was clearly worn out.
you gently placed the book you were reading on your bedside table, opening your arms for matt. he quickly took off his shoes and made his way to you, scooting his way up the bed until he finally reached your embrace. you pressed a few soft kisses to his head, stroking his back.
"hi sweetheart..long day?"
you always just knew. he nodded, a small hum leaving his lips. he began rambling tiredly about how he was filming most of the day, traveling back and forth between the warehouse, attending meetings, etc. he let out a long sigh, kissing your neck.
"i'm sorry i've been so boring lately..works jus' been stressful..plus i can't sleep, i keep waking up at night and i just.."
you shushed him, holding him tighter. you lightly combed your fingers through his hair, giggling under your breath as your finger twirled around the loose curls as they sprung back into place. matt couldn't help but let out a soft hum, his tense demeanor shifting to a more relaxed one.
"i love you, sweet boy, i'm here"
he looked up at you, his gaze fixed on each flutter of your eyelids, each freckle bestowed upon your face, casually admiring you. he gave a light nod before slowly closing his eyes, the vision of you the last thing on his mind before falling into a deep sleep. that night he had the best sleep he'd had in weeks, in your arms.
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chevroletdean · 1 month ago
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nsft alphabet [dean winchester] ── ✮⋆˙
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genre: smut, explicit ─ minors dni! a/n: writing headcanons was easier than a kinktober one shot, oops. enjoy, i'll try to follow up with a sam version soon. and possibly other characters? (i'm feeling like writing one for alec mcdowell tbh) feel free to request any in my inbox! credit & links: alphabet ──〃★ dividers ──〃★ request here taglist: comment a green heart 💚 to be added to the dean x reader taglist (please note: ageless blogs will only be tagged in fluff and angst posts) @winchester-whiskey @whormotional @spacecowgirl126
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
It honestly depends on where you guys are, but generally speaking, he always makes sure you’re okay. If there’s anything you need, he’ll tend to it – which can range from a clean towel to a gentle forehead kiss. Even if you’re technically on the run or have somewhere urgent to be, he at least makes sure you’re both good to go.
Preferably he likes to take his time with you though. The aftermath of sex is one of the rarer opportunities for Dean to be openly sappy and vulnerable. Even with hookups, to some degree at least, the warmth of a lover’s arms is one of the places he can fully relax and he wants them to feel just as comfortable.
That said, he can be a little lazy. He makes sure the necessities of aftercare are fulfilled, always, but don’t always expect a luxurious bubble bath and immediately changing the sheets. Oftentimes he just wants to collapse onto bed with you and catch his breath.
He’s 50% giddy and proud smile – all cocky grins and smug bragging – and 50% sleepy. Your embrace is the closest he can get to experiencing heaven, he’s sure and getting to rest his head against your chest is the best feeling on earth. The sound of your steady heartbeat will definitely lull him to sleep and he’s insistent on cuddling the whole night through.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He has a love-hate relationship with his face. People keep telling him he’s handsome and even call him a pretty boy and sometimes he can’t see what they see. Most of the times his face card is a useful tool when it comes to investigation and working his charms. Other times he can’t stand looking at his own reflection. But when you compliment him on his freckled nose, his green eyes and long lashes, he definitely takes pride in it.
This particularly applies to his lips. He knows you love how pink and plump they are. And how pretty you think that smile of his is. It gets him anywhere he wants. Plus, the things he can do to you with that mouth, speaking sweet nothings, kissing you all over… what’s not to take pride in?
As for you, he’s a simple man, sometimes bordering on caveman – he’s obsessed with your butt and not shy to let you know. Whenever he gets the chance, his hand is somewhere on or close to your ass.
Your hands too though, not a chance he passes up on to hold it, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t think about your hands on him 24/7. If you wear any rings or nail polish, he always notices.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Loves to ask “Where do you want it, baby?” but his personal favorite is definitely in your mouth. Not even down your throat, he loves seeing you stick your tongue out for him, all coated in his cum, before you swallow.
He’s tried tasting his own cum before out of curiosity and had conflicted feelings about it. He’s even considered changing his diet afterwards, but (unsurprisingly) he got tired of eating so much fruit pretty quickly.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Not really a secret, since it’s literally canon and we all know he loves wearing lacy panties, but yeah. He definitely stole a pair of your underwear before and he’ll deny having seen it anywhere if you’d ask.
Since he loves sexting, he definitely has a nude or two of you and after annoying Sam enough to show him how the stupid printer worked, he now keeps his favorite lewd picture of you in his wallet, because why not? It’s especially useful when you two have to be separated because you’re working on different cases or something of the sort.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Dean has obviously fucked around a lot (literally), countless of hookups under his belt. He definitely knows what he’s doing and he can be very annoying about it when he boasts.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
You on top of him is his favorite sight. His hands get to grab everywhere and he loves that he can focus on watching his cock slide in and out of you as you ride him.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sex, for Dean, is fun. It’s a good time, where you get to enjoy each other and make each other feel amazing. If he can’t get a giggle or a smile out of you, he thinks he’s not doing his job right.
However, there are definitely occasions that call for a more serious mood. Such as intimate moments after a rough day, where he and you just want to unwind and feel each other.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Short answer: He keeps his pubic hair trimmed, but not completely shaved.
Long answer: There’s other body hair he treats differently. Over the years he’s developed light chest hair, which he sometimes bothers to shave. He keeps his happy trail, as he’s never thought about it. His thighs are somewhat hairy. His body hair sometimes has a little hint of red color mixed into it.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
Unfortunately there’s little room for the real big romantic settings, such as rose petals and lit candles around the bedroom. With life on the road for the most part, you have to make do with what you have. He tries to make each time as special as possible though, it’s always passionate.
Dean’s a big softie once he lets his guard down, which you manage with ease. Very verbal, huge on saying sweet nothings. Lots of kisses. Definitely likes holding or touching you throughout it all. If possible, not a sheet of paper will fit between you two.
Eye contact is his strong suit. Doesn’t matter what position you’re in or what you’re doing, he loves getting lost in your eyes. If you ever avert your gaze or close your eyes, he reminds you to keep them on him.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Dean, as a certified porn addict, beats his meat a lot. His libido is high and he can’t always come crawling to you, so he relies on trusty lube and his hand more often than he likes to admit.
Definitely has a fantasy of you walking in on him and lending him a helping hand.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Roleplay! Just the thought of you in a sexy costume gets him hard. You’d make him the happiest man alive if you greeted him in a nurse costume. He’d also be into a police officer costume, handcuffs included. It’s fun and it allows you two to play pretend for a bit.
Praise, both ways. He’s always gushing about how good you are, how amazing you feel, how pretty you look while you’re fucking. In return, he loves getting praised by you. Nothing fuels him more than pleasing you and he’s so eager for those compliments.
Food play, to some degree. He loves seeing your pretty mouth stuffed, lips wrapped around a sweet treat in seductive fashion. Or when he gets to lick whipped cream from your skin? Again, playful and fun.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
His favorite location for sex remains a bed (bedroom, motel, he’s not too picky in that regard), because there he can take his time with you.
Of course making sweet love to you in the backseat of his car is always an option, too. The way the Impala's windows fog up is addictive for him.
That said, he won’t say no to other options. Not an inch of the bunker has not been defiled by the two of you. Shower, kitchen, the table in the main hall, the library, even Sam’s room while he was out. You name it, he’s fucked you there at least once.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Dean Winchester’s mind runs dirty at the smallest things. It doesn’t take much to pop the idea into his head that he wants to bend you over the nearest furniture or pin you against the nearest wall to have his way with you.
When you’re in a grumpier mood – that might sound shitty, but hear me out: He loves your gruffier, feisty side, because it makes him wish he could make that tension in your shoulders melt under his touch. He wants to kiss that scowl away and make you see stars until you forget about why you were even mad in the first place. You are hot. You being angry is even hotter, and it’s like a challenge for him to do something about it. Plus, you could always take it out on him, dominate the shit out of him until you’re no longer pent up and frustrated.
What never fails to drive him absolutely crazy is you wearing his clothes. You in his shirt or jacket makes his heartbeat skyrocket and his dick rock hard. It awakens something primal and possessive within him.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
A hard no for him would be anything involving causing you (intense) pain. I’d go as far and say he’d not even be into spanking, unless it’s like a playful slap on your ass. He’s not even a fan of choking or biting you. He hates seeing you hurt and if things get too intense, it’ll only trigger memories of him being forced to torture others in hell. There's already enough blood and guilt on his hands.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Hear me out when I say earlier seasons Dean goes weak in the knees when you suck him off. Nothing more of an ego boost than you drooling over his cock.
Later seasons Dean though? He likes to give head like a starved man. Getting you off is a huge turn on for him and admittedly, you riding his face is a high that he can’t compare to anything else. He’ll use every part of his mouth, lips, tongue, teeth until your legs give out and he has to hold you against him.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on the mood. He can do both, but he prefers slow and sensual. Dean loves taking his sweet time with you, worshiping every inch of your body. He wants to cherish the moment and really commit every detail to memory.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Again, proper and passionate sex is his preferred way to go. But even then he has a high sex drive and more often than not, you don’t have much time for anything but a quickie. Most of the time, actual proper sex is a luxury, so you make do with what you can.
If you two have to rush it, you might as well have fun with it: It’s turned into a challenge of how quickly he can make you come undone on his cock versus how long it’ll take for you to make him orgasm.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Leaning towards no. Referring back to the fact that he doesn’t like hurting you, he also doesn’t like putting you into danger. Safety comes first, otherwise it’s not enjoyable for him.
On the flipside, he’s experimental when it comes to new things. You wanna try out a new kink? Sure! He won’t say no to spicing up your sex life. Just nothing involving potential damage.
He definitely is risky when it comes to public spaces. Likes to steal touches, sometimes subtle, sometimes not so much. The thrill of potentially getting caught red handed with his fingers between your legs under the table? Fuck, yes.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He’s not done until you are.
Lasts an average time, but that doesn’t mean he can’t go for a round two. Or three. Or more, you get the idea. Unless the situation calls for anything out of the order, he makes sure to be gentleman enough to make you cum first. 
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Handcuffs for him, or anything to tie him up with, you can get creative, so long as you tease him until he’s a whimpering mess unable to touch you.
Once you pulled out a butt plug and initially he thought it was for you, but, oh, was he wrong. Since then it has turned into a regular part of your bedtime activities.
He’s not one to get jealous of a toy, so if you want to use anything to rile yourself up further, he sees it as an aid more than a competition. Plus, there’s something insanely arousing about seeing you play with yourself, whether it is with the help of a toy or not.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
More than anything he enjoys being on the receiving end of teasing. You can make him beg so prettily.
However, that’s during the sex itself. When it comes to working you up beforehand, he’s a master. Teasing touches, sultry words, dangerous spark in his eyes and a cheeky grin? He’s bold and he’s not afraid to bite off more than he can chew.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
If you want him to be, he can be so damn vocal. Big on the whimpering department if you dominate him. And, again, just as enthusiastic regarding sweet praise and dirty talk.
Other than that, he’s usually all heavy panting and grunting. Not so much moaning and screaming, that’s what he tries to make you do.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He knows it’s cliché, but he likes to turn on the record player when he has sex. Playing some music during the hanky panky makes the whole experience even better. His playlist, of course, consists mostly of classic rock, but he’s genuinely picked the more romantic songs. Nothing Else Matters by Metallica, Fool in the Rain by Led Zeppelin, Love in an Elevator by Aerosmith… you get the idea. After an especially passionate night to a whole LP of Led Zeppelin, he couldn’t help but flinch and turn bright red when the same songs started playing in his car the next day. Dean also made a mixtape just for the occasion as a gift for you.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
A good six and a half inches, about seven when he’s hard, in size and definitely on the thicker side in girth.
It’s smooth minus that one prominent vein on the underside.
Pink tip that turns even brighter when he’s aroused.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He broke the scale, Dean is one horny bastard.
He’s either going to town on you, much to the dismay of anyone else in the bunker, or he’s pent up most of the time.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After making sure you’re okay and putting in some effort to clean up (at least a little), he’s out like a light. Dean is a light sleeper, but the blissfully exhausted state he finds himself in after exerting himself makes him clock out. It takes everything from him to not just collapse on top of you and say hello to dreamland sometimes.
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martiansodas-blog · 4 months ago
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puppy art who always seems to be in heat :(
you’re still catching your breath.
he’s trying to be respectful- hiding his face in the pillow and griping it instead of you.
“again? already?”
“ ’m sorry,”
he sounds pitiful. half his face buried in a pillow, getting drool all over it.
you stroke the visible part of his cheek, it holds his signature blush. you moved the curls away from his eyes.
you talk to him not even as if he we’re a puppy but a newborn baby.
“ my sweetie, you just can’t get your fill, can you?”
“keeps coming back…” he whines “won’t stop.”
“i can make it go away, baby.”
he looks like he’s about to cry.
“are- are you sure? m’not trying to be greedy, mommy. i just,”
his dick is aching and you’re the only remedy.
“oh i know, sweet thing.”
you swear you saw him melt into the bed.
you keep petting his freckles.
“you’re thinking with your cock, and that’s how it should be, dear. i know it’s overwhelming, sometimes. the need to fuck mommy, isn’t it?”
he’s past the point of speaking. your words immobilized him.
but he does nod his head.
mouth open, saliva still coming out.
“good boy.”
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aymeesblog · 3 months ago
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LATE NIGHT ADMIRATION
~ C.S
sweet!chris x fem!reader
warnings: none!
please do not steal my work. i thought of this on my own, i did not steal any ideas from anyone else!
blurb!
“chris!” you shout from the living room, it was extremely late at night, almost 3AM. right now you were cleaning up chris and his brothers mess, you didnt mind cleaning up after them.. sometimes! “they arent gonna clean this anyway.” you thought.
“yes, baby?” you heard chris’ voice from behind you, you turn around to face your boyfriend, he had a small, appreciative smile on his face.
you couldnt help but stare at him, his smooth pale skin brought out his light brown freckles, his icy blue eyes staring back into your eyes, his fluffy curls looked so soft like always.
“you gonna keep staring, pretty girl?” he chuckles and puts his hands on your waist, gently pulling you closer to him
“how am i supposed to SURVIVE when you look so adorable” you say dramatically, he smirks and laughs.
oh, his laugh.
gosh, were you so in love with him. you couldnt help but admire how sweet he looked.
your eyes trailed down to his lips, admiring how full and soft they looked. then your eyes went to his cheeks, a soft pink and so adorable. your eyes went to his nose, perfectly shaped and littered with freckles.
you couldnt help but take in all his features, really. he was so beautiful, you loved to admire your handsome boy.
your eyes went to his eyebrows, they were so perfectly shaped and lowkey snatched they kinda made you jealous. you met his gaze again, his lashes were so long and beautiful.
“your so pretty, you know that?” you whisper, continuing to soak in every last bit of your chris.
he chuckled, his teeth showing. you always loved chris’ teeth, pearly white and perfectly straight with a little gap between his front teeth.
“shouldnt i be telling you that?” he questioned, making you shrug and smile.
your eyes then trailed down to his neck, inspecting every hickey you left on his neck last night. his neck was so soft and kissable.
your eyes roamed over his shoulders and muscular arms, he always liked to show off his muscles and it never failed to make you giggle and smile. you really did appreciate how well taken care of his body was.
your hands grabbed his, inspecting his big, veiny hands, planting a kiss to the back of his hand.
“your so perfect.” you whisper, continuing to admire all his body parts.
you took in how well dressed he was, even if other people thought baggy clothes were bummy or weird, you always thought it was just the perfect style, especially for chris.
you really did enjoy chris. his personality, his looks, his gentleness, just everything about him was so perfect and amazing.
@/chrisfavslut
A/N : weeeoooww! lowk thought this was cute asf n now im having second thoughts abt it! i really love writing fluff(even though i suck at writing) but heres my first writing!(probably the last depending on how much yall like it😭)
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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 5 months ago
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A DC X DP IDEA #32
My baby, you’re my baby.
Imagine dis…
You know, I have the songs Mitski - I Bet on Losing Dogs and Reba McEntire - I'm A Survivor.
So in memory of the ever ending loop finally dissappearing and now replaced with Wake up by Llunr… Here it goes…
In the heart of Gotham, The Teen Titans who are being led by Tim Drake (Robin), along with Conner Kent (Superboy), and Bart Allen (Kid Flash) are fighting a powerful magician. They had managed to hold their ground, but they were unable to pass the unending minions summoned by the magician, nor could they land a decent hit on the magician, who was fighting fire with fire. Knowing they needed magical ability, they asked Zatanna to handle the caster while they focused on the minions.
The air crackled with electricity as spells collided and blended in a frantic dance of light and power. Just as they were ready to gain the upper hand, two opposing spells from Zatanna and their opponent collided in what appeared to be a last-ditch attempt. A flood of raw, uncontrolled power surged toward them, wiping out the majority of the minions and now heading towards them, and before they could react, they were bathed in blinding light.
When the light went off, they found themselves in a completely dark room. Their senses heightened, and they stood alert, as all three of them wondered what the magic's effects would be. Light gradually appeared around them, presenting a scene that perplexed and concerned them.
A teenage male with dark hair stood in the center of the room, carrying a baby swaddled in a blue and star-printed blanket. The boy's eyes were sad and shiny, and his cheeks were swollen with unshed tears. He rocked the baby softly and sang a sweet tune. Surrounding him were walls and a small window that was too high and narrow for him to escape, but just right for a newborn baby.
On the other side of the window, another teen came this time with dirty blonde hair and freckles and bright green eyes. Crouching to look at the teen mentioned above, who is still humming as if in his little universe. He looked at the first teen, full of sadness and grief, and said, as no sound came from the scene, that it was time.
The dark-haired kid took a deep breath before pulling out a little necklace covered with snowflake decorations. He wrapped it around the baby's neck, his hands quivering. Tim automatically stroked the similar necklace that hung around his neck, disguised by the layers of clothes he wore.
Tim knew he was adopted; he had always known. He had always resembled his adoptive parents, Janet and Jack, making him the ideal heir to the Drakes. He had attempted to locate his biological parents but had only encountered dead ends. Now he understood he was seeing a long-forgotten memory.
The dark-haired teen gave the baby to the other kid, who cautiously reached through the window. As he did, Tim noticed the thick chains that shackled the dark-haired teen's body, blocking his escape. The boy stared at the infant one more time and mumbled something Tim couldn't hear.
The blonde teenager appears to convince the other teenager that he will find a suitable home for the baby he is currently carrying.
The dark-haired teen flashed a sorrowful smile and looked longingly at the baby, who was now struggling to wake up as if realizing that the person holding him was not his mom.
The blonde teen nodded and prepared his motorcycle, placing the baby who is now trying to have a crying feast in a sidecar alongside what appeared to be his dog with red eyes for further protection and sped off.
All three of them looked at the chained teen as he held his gaze to the vehicle up until it went smaller and smaller and until it vanished from his sight.
Just as they thought the scene was over they were immediately shattered as a large metal door that seemed to materialize behind them opened wide and out came walking someone they knew as they were already in the middle of investigating.
Vlad Masters
Someone who gained his wealth through mysterious ways that warrant an investigation as most of the deals are more favorable to Masters than to his so-called partners.
They saw Masters grab the teen roughly and began hissing through gritted teeth something, leaving bruises wherever he handled the chained teen.
The teen, on the other hand, seemed so detached, as if he completely removed himself from the present as he let Masters rough handle him.
Tim wanted to scream, to rage as both of his teammates were already holding him back from running towards something they know is something of the past.
That is his parent GODDAMMIT!, Tim raged in his mind, usually he would have been calm and collected, logical, and gathered the facts. But a single memory made all of his restraints snap.
All Tim ever wanted was to be loved, something he never received during his stay with the Drakes. Both Janet and Jack kept on mentioning how Tim should be grateful that he is the one chosen to stay under their roof with thousands of dollars at his fingertips.
But here he was watching something he was too young to remember, something that his head kept flashing.
The soft hum of a melody that he would sometimes hear deep within his mind as he tried to cry himself to sleep.
A single necklace is a connection between him and his biological parents.
Watching how helplessly his father was? Mother? Be abused, be chained down.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t find a lead, Masters sent someone to handle the blonde teen who brought him to a nice orphanage before the Drake couple adopted him.
The scene faded as Tim, Conner, and Bart were brought back to reality. They awoke to find Zatanna watching over them, her expression filled with concern.
Zatanna said that they had been bound in a deep memory spell, which the magician had created to capture them in a recurrent memory, rendering them unable to discern between the memory and the real world. However, because she also sent out her counter, it only displayed a fleeting memory to stop them from ending up like Sleeping Beauty.
She chuckled as she glanced at them questioningly, hoping for the best, and thought they witnessed a memory that reminded them of a dark time during their hero times.
Tim sat up, still holding the necklace. He had observed a memory from his past that he had never known existed. It wasn't just a last-ditch attempt at a spell; it was a look into a long-held secret that he had forgotten.
PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.
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cvnt4him · 4 months ago
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Sex Pollen
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You'd been dating 2 heroes for quite some time. Tenya Iida and Izuku midoriya, they were quite the pair in college when you met, practically inseparable.
You met them at a party at a school you didn't go to, they were friends with your friend mina who had invited you. You couldn't help but admire the tall midnight blue haired god. He was gorgeous, his sharp jawline complimenting those radiant ocean blue eyes. It's like they were a vortex that was trying to swallow you whole.
Once you finally looked at the greenette you'd seen the way his blazing emerald green eyes looked all over you, the way he offered you a sweet and polite smile to match his baby-like features. Those cute freckles complimenting his tanned skin. He was shorter than his friend beside him but they were both eyeing you like you were a piece of gold they had just found.
Sooner or later you found yourself being pounded from one end and your throat being stuffed.
That was how your relationship with the two started and from then on you've been in love, true love. They were sweet and caring and so passionate. They loved to just adore you and treat you like a queen, with that being said it's not like they didn't have love for each other, you'd found out that they were dating far before you came along.
Your boys were out on a mission that was being live streamed by a pedestrian, you were watching the whole thing to assure that your boys were okay. Silent whimpers coming from you every time they almost got hit or something. You were scared for them. Sooner or later they ended up capturing the villain and izuku tied her down with black whip letting the police take her from there. She then started laughing maniacally as a purple gas emitted from her, izuku and tenya hadn't noticed because people had begun running up and wanting autographs. The purple fumes had reached everyone there causing people to cough and fall to the ground holding their stomachs and groaning. She ended up escaping the black whip restraints and fleeing. Izuku and tenya didn't seem to be affected by the fumes but they had breathed it in. They helped get everyone to the nearest hospital before the person behind the screen began coughing and the stream ended. You were concerned but there was nothing you could do from behind the screen. You were going to have to wait until they got back home to you.
You cooked dinner and assured that it looked nice since you had been lounging all day and binging some show. You sighed heavily and laid back down on the couch in your lacy pajamas. You watched TV before you heard the front door open and heavy footsteps coming from it. Your eyes shot to the front door as you hear one of your strong strapping young men call to you.
"y/n? Honey are you there?"
"tenya!!"
You squeal rushing towards them and jumping into his arms, izuku giggled and ruffled your hair with a kiss to the forehead before taking his signature red shoes off and heading toward the couch to plop down on it. Tenya chuckled and held you close in his arms, he took his shoes off and followed izuku to the couch sitting down beside him with you in his lap your face buried in his neck.
"how was your day, darling."
Tenya asks, his gloved hand rubbing the top of your head pushing stray hairs to the back of your head. You hum lightly before taking your face from the crook of his neck and lying it on his chest towards izukus direction. you look at the greenette who was distracted by his phone, watching and scrolling through social media. He felt eyes on him and turned to look at tenya first then brung his emerald gaze down to you. He offered you a warm smile before kissing your forehead again. You giggled and buried your nose in tenya's chest who hummed above you.
Tenya brought your face up to his by your chin, he sighed as he stared at your features in adoration. You were the most beautiful thing in the world to him and he wasn't afraid to tell you. Izuku watched you two and they way you looked at each other, a feeling pooling inside of his abdomen. He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was but it was there, he had felt it getting worse the longer he looked at you two.
Tenya slowly brought you closer to him before placing his lips onto yours gently, a quiet moan leaving his lips. Izukus eyes widened as he watched silently. His breath was shaky and he felt the feeling inside of him start to burn. It was burning so bad a whimper ended up leaving him, a lot louder than he thought it would be. The whimper caught your attention, you pulled away from tenya to look at izuku whose emerald eyes were glazed and blown wide. He was biting his lip and his breaths had gotten heavier. Tenya turned to izuku as well as his eyes widened and he looked away flushed, a whine leaving his lips from the sudden attention.
Tenya looked to you then back to izuku. He grabbed izuku by the neck and pulled him into a sweet kiss that he knew izuku craved. A deep groan instantly left izuku as he let out soft moans that were all swallowed by tenya. Their tongues began dancing together spit dripping from the side of izukus lip. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't enjoy watching them, it always seemed to egg you on more when you watched the way they lusted after each other.
You moved to kiss tenya's neck as he groaned lowly breaking the kiss to catch his breath, a breathy whine leaving izukus swollen pink lips. He moved to kiss the side of tenyas neck as well causing more breathy groans to leave the blue eyed man. He laid his head back to give both of you as much access as possible. He moved his hands to your hips and made you grind down into him, a loud moan ripped right out of him, the warmth you had started providing to him made him go feral. His mind was being clouded by the sweet pleasure and kisses the two of you were giving him.
"fuck.. don't.. don't stop."
Tenya breathed out, grinding your hips down onto him, he tried to muffle his noises the best he could but it was all getting to him, the way your heat rubbed against his covered cock. The friction of clothes against clothes was getting to him. He wanted more.
Izuku had left so many hickies on tenya's skin, he loved marking the two of youz but he also loved to watch you two experience immense pleasure from one another, watching you grind into him and kiss his neck as his eyes were squeezed shut with his head rolled back was getting izuku going. He breathed heavily and snuck his large hand over his clothed cock, it was hard and twitching against his suit pants in a deliciously painful way. A wince left his mouth as he gently gripped at it and rubbed it up and down through his pants. He pulled his lips through his teeth trying to quiet the little mewls that left him. He wanted to hear the sounds that left you two, he wanted to hear the way tenyas moans were starting to get more and more pitchy.
Izukus hips jerked up into the feeling of himself, he watched you two with furrowed brows as he slipped his hand into his pants, rolling his eyes slightly at the feel of his fat wet cock. It had been leaking and when he looked down he'd seen the wet patch that painted his pants. It was huge it looked like he'd gotten himself wet. He was so embarrassed that he made such a mess on himself. He was getting this aroused from watching you two, the way your bodies grinding and pushed against each other. How tenya's face was flushed and red. Izuku wants to see tenya blow his pants, he wants him to cum. Something about it just turned izuku on so much more.
He began slowly stroking his slippery fat cock, each time he brung his hand up to the tip he squeezed it and made more thick globs of precum ooze from it. He whimpered from the sensitivity of his large cock head. He circled the tip with his thumb making his body jolt in pleasure, he muffled his moans by biting his lip, he tried so hard to not cum, to wait for tenya but it was starting to be too much for him. Izuku knew that neither of you were paying attention to him but that turned him on even more, you two listing after each other and dry humping, giving yourselves the pleasure you deserve. Izuku whimpered alot louder than he intended to and it caught tenya's attention.
He opened his eyes and looked over to izuku who was looking down at his reddened cock and the way all of his precum coated his hand and the squelching noises that errupted from his strokes and the way the pace chanhed. He was bugging at his cock faster and faster trying to reach his impending orgasm.
"are you.. are you gonna cum, izu.. izuku. ngh.."
Izukus eyes shot up to tenya who was watching him closely, tears started falling down his freckled cheeks as he nodded profusely. He started sniffling and sobbing from the pleasure, tenya thrusted up into your heat at the sight of izuku lusting after himself, he rubbed his clothed cock against your wet shorts, they were soaked with a mixture of his precum leaking through his suit pants and your slick dripping from your throbbing cunt. You moaned in tenya's ear as you kept grinding down into him.
"it's okay.. pretty boy. You can f-- fuck.. you can cum."
Izukus eyes widened, as he sniffed and bucked his hips into his hand, his eyes had started rolling back as he leaned back into his other hand, he was getting light headed from the over stimulation of his cock. With a couple more thrusts of his hips into his hand his cum started shooting like a water fountain, it painted his suit and his hands some of it even getting onto his cheek, he kept stroking his weeping cock trying to get all of his thick seed out. He squeezed his tip tightly moaning sluttyly as he did so, he was in such a hazy state he couldn't even breathe correctly, he almost fell over from the way he got so light headed.
Tenya watched the face izuku made and that sent him over the edge, he buried his face into the crook of your neck and moaned lowly, cumming while he gently thrusted his hips into your wet cunt. His cum started seeping through his pants and getting all over you already messy and tainted shorts. He groaned deeply into your ear before ketting his breath fan over your neck. You kept riding him not knowing he had came, you were in your own world as you tried your hardest to grind your clit into his hardend tip repeatedly. Tenya winced at the over stimulation and squeezed hips tight and stooled you, you tried to move but his grip on you was too strong.
You whimper and look up at him with glossy eyes, he gives you a grin and kisses your nose before turning to izuku which makes you do the same, you both see the messy estate he's in. His hands and entire suit covered in his thick white cum, some of it even dripping down his cheek. He was still catching his breath as he looked at you two with a flushed face embarrassed of the huge mess he'd made. Izuku always came alot so this wasn't a surprise, he just looked so nice with his cum on his face, you thought.
Izuku looked at tenya who just looked back at him in silence besides the heavy breathing coming from you all, it's like they were speaking without using words. You wanted to know what they were saying.
Before you could put your pouting into words you were picked up by tenya who grabbed you and took you to the bedroom, izuku wiped his cheek with his gloved hand and followed you two. Tenya put you down on the bed and stood up looking down at you with a smirk, you heard the door shut and seen izuku give you a wobbly smile.
He crawled towards you shedding his suit, he took his gloves off first then unzipped his top and undid his belt so he could get out of his pants. Once he was left in his boxers he kissed all over your face and watched you closely, the way your chest rose and let down, he took in every single detail about you. He let out a shaky sigh and spread your thighs open, he looked you deep in your eyes before looking down at your cunt a whine left his lips as he seen how wet you were, you shorts were soaked with some of tenyas cum and your own arousal.
Izuku licked his lips at the sight your thighs were shaking from how needy you were, you knew he was going to devour you cunt so why wasn't he doing it. You pull at his hair making him look up to you with a giggle.
"patience, my love."
Tenya whispered above you two making you pout. Izuku kissed your lips one more time before diving in between your legs, his breathing was shaky as he took it all in, he buried his nose into your wet shorts, taking in the smell of your delicious cunt mixed with tenya's. He moaned at the smell alone, he began suckling on them he took in the taste and let it invade his taste buds, he groaned deeply while sucking them into his mouth. Izukus hand went down to his clothed cock in his messy precum coated boxers and rubbed his thumb over his tip making him whimper, he was sensitive from cumming earlier. with no hesitation he yanked your shorts of with one hand and dove into your cunt, lapping and licking up all of your juices.
A moan ripped out of you making your back arch, he started whining and whimpering inside of your cunt, the vibrations going straight through you and making you shiver, his tongue prodded and kitten licked your clit before delving back inside of your fluttering hole, this was the pleasure you needed, the pleasure you yearned for. Izuku was a god at pussy eating, he always ate you like you were the only thing he needed to survive, like you were the oxygen he needed to live. He hated when he had to come up for air, he wanted to die in your cunt but he knew if he didn't take a breath he wouldn't be able to pleasure you!
Tears flowed down your cheeks as he hoisted one of your thighs over his shoulder, your hips had lifted slightly because of it and made him get a new angle, one that was doing all the right things to your body. His tongue prodded at a gummy spot inside of you as he let his fingers invade your cunt as well, sticking and rubbing against your sweet insides. He took in your sweet flavour like it was a delicious drink. His fingers were knuckle deep inside do you while his tongue licked and slurped up all that it could, his tongue was on a mission and it wasn't going to stop working until it fulfilled it.
Tenya would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by this, he felt like he was going to cum from just watching you two, there was an intense burn inside and it needed to be extinguished.
You felt that coil inside start to turn but something else was started to build, its like you were going to pass out from the immense pleasure, you tried to push his head away but tenya's hand came and pushed his head deeper into your cunt, you looked up to tenya who had a wicked smirk on his face, he chuckled lowly before giving you a sweet kiss sending you over the edge.
"go on, honey. cum. cum for us, on all over his face. hell, he wants you to. don't you, izuku."
Izuku tried his hardest to make a noise to nod to do anything to give you a yes but everything he did sent vibrations through your fluttering cunt, it was just what you needed to cum. You came all over his face and even squirted, it got all over izuku and he drank it all. He grinded his hips against his hand that was rubbing his cock from beneath. He moaned into your cunt while drinking everything you gave him, licking you entirely clean.
Your head fell back as your body jolted and shook from over stimulation, little mewls and cries leaving you as tears fell down your cheek. Tenya simply chuckled and looked down at a starved izuku who wasn't letting up on his amazing pussy eating. Tenya's rolled his eyes with a smile before yanking zuku by his hair. He whines trying to bury his face back into your cunt but tenya's grip on his hair was far too intense.
Izuku looked up to tenya with begging puppy dog eyes, tenya knew izuku was a manipulative bastard. He always knew how to get to you, you always gave into izukus wide eyes but tenya was more strict than you. He knew how to shut izuku down.
Tenya pulled izuku into a tongue filled kiss tasting all of your juices and cum on his tongue, izuku tried to pull tenya closer but only got the kiss to have ended. He whined with a pout as tenya let go of his hair.
Tenya was quick to remove his shirt and grab a seat, he sat down on the bed and told the both of you to get on the floor.
"on your knees, sluts."
Izuku listened with a smile on his pussy drunk face, you rolled your eyes with a scoff and did as you were told bringing a sly smirk to tenya's face. He wasn't a very possessive man, but boy was he greedy. Tenya was a greedy little bitch when it came to you two.
"go on. Take it out... You know you want it."
Izuku was quick to run his hands up tenya's muscular thigh and reach for his pants, he unzipped it quickly and grabbed at his girthy long cock, a wince came from the blue eyes mans mouth as his smirk was still present, you watched as your boyfriend touched and pulled at his cock earning little grunts from the man above.
It was always a pleasure to watch them list after each other, there was something so sexy about seeing the way tenyas grabbed izukus face. He traced his thumb across his bottom lip and snuck it into his mouth. Izuku continued to tug at his cock while he sucked in his thumb, his eyes fluttered shut as he began bobbing his head up and down as if it were the real thing.
Izuku thrives off of pleasure so when tenya called him a "good boy" an earnest moan left the green haired man. You watched as izuku took tenya's cock out of his boxers and stroked his long cock up and down in a repeated motion, the way he flicked his wrist and twisted his palm across his cock head sent shivers down tenya's spine.
Tenya's other hand went to your head and dug his fingers in your hair, he brought you closer to his cock signifying he wanted you to suck it. You didn't protest and stuck your tongue out, izuku guided his cock onto your tongue and you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to his red tip. Izuku continued sucking on his thumb but soon grew envious. He wanted to taste the salty precum beading at the tip of tenyas cock.
He was the one jerking him off. You just occasionally suckled on his cock head. Izuku deserved to suck his cock as well!!
Izuku soon grew impatient and spit his thumb out and deep throated tenya's cock as a whole, gagging and spit coming up as he did so. Despite the constant gagging he was doing his still bobbed his head up and down repeatedly.
Tenya choked on his moans as both of his hands flew into izukus messy mop of curls. He guided izukus head up and down but honestly he wasn't really doing any of the work. Izuku was sucking him off all on his own. You giggled and pushed a strand away from his forehead. His eyes remained shut but his cheeks grew hotter with both of your hands on him, he gagged one last time before flying off of tenyas cock, spit connecting his mouth to where it previously was.
He continued to jerk him off before tenya once again grabbed you by the head and slammed you on his cock, you took him all the way down in one swift motion and unlike izuku you had no gag reflex. You let him control your motions and what he wanted you to do, you hum around his cock in content the vibrations you sent through his cock going straight to his head, his cock began twitching in your mouth as more fluent groans escaped his lips.
Izuku whined and tried to scoot closer, he was always a patient man but never when it came to this. He was always so used to the two of you pampering and spoiling him. He hated when the attention wasn't on him but he did love to watch you get your throat fucked like a cheap fleshlight.
You began licking and suckling on the tip of tenyas cock, his groans and occasional moans were like a sweet reward. Izuku seen the way you were sucking on his cock and decided to invite himself, he leaned in and began licking and swiping his tongue across the top of his cock. Your tongues swirling together spit and precum being mixed together in your mouths.
You and izuku practically made out with tenya's cock, watching the way you two kissed and swapped saliva while sucking his cock sent him over the edge, his hot cum shot planks ineidr of your mouths spilling from your lips and dribbling down your chins. You two kissed and shared his cum with each other, izuku was so eager to do this with you. You'd never seen either of them like this before, it's like they were two completely different people.
You pulled away from the kiss and raked your fingers through izukus sweaty hair, he sighed shakily as he flattered his eyes shut to the comforting feeling of your fingers in his hair. Tenya caught his breath and admired the cute sight in front of him. His two lovers being so sweet in such an unholy moment.
Unfortunately tenya had an undying burn deep within him and it wasn't going to go away by watching you two be so cutesy. He pulled you away from the greenette and put you on all fours you turned around to see tenya behind you stroking his cum and spit covered cock before shoving it inside of you.
You instantly fall forward from the intense thrust inside of you, tenya and izuku were both girthy except tenya was quite long as well. You always felt good regardless of who's cock you were having but it was always quite a delicious stretch you had to go through.
You lie down forward and let tenya completely rock your body to his hearts content. Your moans were so sweet and adorable, izuku couldn't help himself but to crawl to you, he laid your head in his lao as he gently stroked your cheek, he gave you little soft praises and words of confirmation that made you feel like you were in heaven, the way tenyas cock dragged across your walls and the way izuku leaned down to kiss you was exsxtky what you needed.
You came hard against tenyas cock and he could tell given the way your walls got tighter around him, he groaned and threw his head back before ramming even harder inside of you, he wasn't letting up on his unforgiving thrusts regardless. He needed to get rid of that aching feeling inside and this is exactly what he needed.
His glasses started falling off of his face from his intense movements, izuku kept his lips to yours swallowing up all of your little mewls and moans. They were so sweet and heavenly he just couldn't let you be distracted with rough sex. He wanted you to feel the love through it all.
"think y'can take my cock inside your mouth honey?"
You nod eagerly as izuku hums and pats your head, he opened your mouth with his thumb before he led his cock to your lips, you had a hard time getting it all the way in your mouth on your own do to the way tenya was fucking you so izuku thought he'd lend a hand.
He placed his cock all the way inside your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it instantly, taking in the flavour and the girth inside of your mouth. The little vein that was on the side being traced by your tongue, you tried your hardest to bob your head up and down for him, be admired how hard you were trying, really he did. He took in the sight of tenya chasing his orgasm and you being fucked dumb. You had came so many times there was honestly no point in even attempting to keep count.
Izuku felt his orgasms reaching, he really did cum so quickly. He let out soft moans while giving you little praises, tears streamed down your cheeks as you came again, your final time cumming was exactly what tenya needed to finish, he sprayed his cum deep inside of you making you moan around izukus cock.
The vibrations he felt sent him over that very same edge, his orgasms came crashing down quickly and it seemed to last forever, he held your head close as he felt all of his previous pain release.
Eventually they ended up telling you about the villain they fought and how they got away, you tried your best to cheer them up for their failure and tenya assured you that this whole thing that went down was more than enough. So you all settled with a movie to end your wonderful night.
In the end you all watch a movie and cuddle together, you were so close to passing out on tenya's shoulder, izuku was splayed out on top of the both of you laughing at the dumb scene in the movie. You looked around to see your boys squabbling over how funny or unfunny this movie was and sighed happily.
They were so adorable when they weren't risking their lives to save people or just fight simple little thieves. Your boys were the most adorable people on this earth, no doubt about it.
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AN: this was rushed and it's not even that good. I regret this a lot but I really wanted to get it out bc I said I had a quote "nasty fic for izukus birthday." This is that dumbass stupid mf fic. So enjoy or don't I can't be bothered to care, love ya💋
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thriftedtchotchkes · 1 year ago
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dye this space red
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pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader
summary: mike's a pretty sensitive guy, emotionally and otherwise, and there's a theory you'd love to test on his thighs
warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship, smut, pwp, marking, biting, hickeys, hair pulling, rough foreplay, thigh riding, touch-free orgasm
word count: 1.3k
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You're convinced that Mike's thighs taste sweeter than the rest of him. They're softer than his stubbled jaw or the hard planes of his chest—a milkier shade peppered with barely-there freckles and sparse smatterings of hair. Thick and sweet, and begging to be bitten.
Or maybe it's the way he reacts when you're between them that's so delicious. His typically deep, monotone voice takes on a higher pitch the longer you suck, bite, and cover them in loving bruises, increasing in volume until it cracks.
Every harsh nibble is followed by a soothing swipe of your tongue and a gentle kiss until he's marked up to your liking and painfully hard, whimpering as he desperately bucks into thin air.
Sometimes you think he'd be able cum like that if you paced him just right. If you entertained his moaned instructions and let him guide you by the hair to where he needed you most, he'd probably cum untouched, longer and harder than he would even at his own hand.
So tonight, you test your theory.
He's fresh out of the shower with the fluffiest, towel-dried curls when you sit him on the edge of the bed and sink to your knees, smiling softly at the earnest anticipation on his tired face. Even after all this time, he still somehow manages to look so grateful every time you touch him.
Every groan and hitched breath sounds thankful, but he rarely asks for what he needs, always so eager to be your good boy and accept what he's given. But right now, you're encouraging him to take control. You want him to push and pull you to every spot that brings him closer to quaking with his impending release.
To see his cock pulse against his stomach, coating him in thick, heady spurts without ever being touched, would be your prize. You're so sure you can get him there, but you need him to show you how. 
Taking his broad hands in yours, you bury his fingers in your hair and encourage him to pull you down, slightly lower and to the side of where he's already stiffening with interest. Your lips press into his warm, damp skin, and he inhales sharply, his fingers tugging tightly at your strands.
"Show me where it feels good," you murmur, licking away a stray droplet of water he missed when he was drying off. "I know you like it here...," you swirl your finger around a sensitive spot next to his knee, "...and definitely here," his leg hair tickles as you trail over to a patch of skin an inch or two away from his balls.
His lips part around a gasp, and he tugs your head back to his knee, holding you close. He's careful with his guidance, but his restraint is dwindling—quickly.
"H-here," he chokes out, massaging soothing patterns into your scalp, though you're not sure if that's for his benefit or yours. "Start here."
So, he's using you to tease himself. At the realization, your pussy dribbles uncomfortably down your thighs, and you clench around nothing in an attempt to dull the ache. It doesn't work, but it also doesn't matter. He's what matters tonight.
"Okay, baby. I've got you," you reassure him, meeting his eyes as you suck delicately to ease him into it, then a little harder to leave your first mark.
You swear you can feel the capillaries bursting against your tongue and painting his skin in rich reds and purples. The sweetest canvas for your selfishly possessive art. His hips jerk reflexively, and you can't help but smile after you finish soothing the fresh bruise.
A glance up at his lap tells you he's fully hard now and leaking tempting drops of precum you're not allowed to taste. His eyes are closed, brows furrowed in concentration, so you nip at him to pull his attention back to you.
"I'm sorry, I just...god, you feel good," he mumbles apologetically, tugging you inward and a smidge lower. "A little harder here, then—," he winces, his cock suddenly twitching, and you wonder if just thinking about it is getting him closer. "—shit. Then, work your way in."
You nod, kissing his skin wetly before doing as he asks, and his response is almost immediate. The further in you get, the rougher he is with his guidance, struggling not to yank you from place to place with his tensing fingers. He bucks clear off the bed when you lick a broad, curved line that grazes the underside of his thigh and has to hold you in place tighter to keep you from toppling backward.
As his cock bounces off his stomach and lands in a sticky pool of precum, he whimpers louder than he should with Abby playing just down the hall, and you give him a sharp warning slap next to a particularly abused patch of skin. It only makes it worse.
He outright groans, unable to keep himself from rocking upward steadily like he's imagining you bouncing on his lap.
"Do that again. Harder, do it harder," he grits out, and the demand sends another wave of heat crashing through you.
You fall into a rhythm: bite, slap; suck, then a harder slap. His abs tense and relax in time with each rough motion, and you can hear him muttering something dark and incoherent above you repeatedly. Wait, no—no, he's saying fuck over and over like it's the only word he knows anymore. 
By now, he's littered with teeth marks and damp bruises, his tender skin tinged a pretty, rosy red, and his legs are trembling on either side of your head just like you wanted. There's a shuddered breath above you, and then he's dragging you to his favorite spot, a not-yet-tainted point just south and to the left of his balls.
"M'so close," he whimpers, sounding like he's on the verge of tears. "Babe, use your mouth. Now, ngh—now."
Bracing your hands on his thighs as well as you can with how frantically he's bucking his hips, you latch on exactly where he told you to, leeching with more suction than you have all night. Then, his fingers abruptly tense in your hair so hard it hurts.
"M'cumming...fuck—fuck, m'fucking cumming," he moans as it slams into him, and you peer up just in time.
His head lolls back, jaw dropping as the veins in his cock visibly pulse and he cums across his stomach and chest. He continues to buck into the air, simultaneously grinding into your mouth, and only slows once he's totally drained and twitching with aftershocks.
"Well, shit," he breathes out, heaving as he releases his grip to pet your tender scalp. "That was new."
You laugh, leaning up to kiss his softening length.
"Mm, but I knew you could do it," you grin, getting up from the floor and kissing his lips next. 
He sighs contentedly into your mouth, coaxing it open to brush your tongue with his, and you melt into him, still a little shaky on your feet. 
"C'mere," he mumbles against your lips. He splays his hands across your waist and leads you to straddle his leg. "Pretty sure my thigh owes you one."
Looping your arms loosely around his shoulders, you part from him and bury your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your whines, letting him guide your slick core up and down his leg. His five o'clock shadow is scratchy yet grounding against your ear as he works you to your peak.
"You sound so damn sweet right now, you know that?"
thanks for reading!
(divider by @saradika <3)
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buckyalpine · 10 months ago
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Okay okay, that Wakanda Bucky imagine was soooooo hella cute 🥺❤️
Would you do a continuation of it where they live happily in the hut and maybe with some smuuuuut ? 🙊 The idea of him in that Hut, all cozy and romantic is not leaving my mind
WAKANDA BUCKY? YES, I will gladly give you more (this can be read as a standalone) There's something about Bucky in Wakanda that's just so soft and comforting to me. That sweet baby with his goats, just living in peace for the first time ever in a place where no one can hurt him. It's also the first place where he can just be himself without the pressure of worrying about anything else.
Just you and him.
He's just so in love with you; his words can only do so much. He wants to make you feel good in the most intimate way possible. He wants to physically give you what words won't translate.
He's nervous though.
He knows you love him for all of his imperfections; there's no doubt you adore every single bit of him. He has no reason to worry about what you'd think.
But this beautiful sweet boy is shy anyway.
Too shy to tell you he wants to make love. Too shy to slip his hands onto your bare skin even though he knows you wouldn't stop him. Too shy to even insinuate he wants more. Ever since you've moved into his hut, he'd wanted you closer. You cuddle every night and he loves the feel of your soft body nuzzled right by his side but its just not enough. He always tells you he loves you and how much you mean to him but it doesn't compare to the way he wants to just melt into you.
He manages to hold his tongue until one night when he just can't anymore. He's cuddled up on your chest while you both lay in his cot and he feels so safe and loved. He wants you now, more than ever. He doesn't even want to take you apart and wreck you; he just wants to love on you softly but he's not even sure if he can, I mean he only has one arm-
"What is it Buck" You whisper, carding your fingers softly through his locks, pushing back the few strands that fell from his half tied hair. "What you thinking about" you let your finger trace over his features, smoothing the crease between his brows that he makes when he's deep in thought. He blushes at you catching his mind in action, blinking with wide eyes before chewing his lip.
"I-
"What is it sweet boy" You continue to let your fingers gently dance over his face and the action makes him purr, leaning for more of your touch.
"I want you"
"You have me baby" You whisper, your heart beating a little faster wondering if he was implying what you were thinking, what you'd been wanting and craving for ages-
"No angel, I want you" He says in earnest hoping you'd understand, "I just-I'm not sure how" He looks down at himself, now afraid to meet your eyes. How could he make you feel good if he only had so much to work with. "I want to make you feel good"
He hesitantly lets his hand slide along your hip up to your waist and slipping under your shirt. The feeling of your bare skin is already so addicting, he starts to work at taking your clothes off as soon as you nod with a needy please. He finds you so unbearably gorgeous when you're naked on his bed and at one point he thinks that might be enough.
Your bare form is everything to him and he'd do anything to worship your more sacred places.
He'd be such a precious baby when it comes to you undressing him. The pink on his cheeks spreads to his ears and he can't help but gush at the way you kiss every scar and freckle on his skin when you let his robe drop to the floor.
"You're perfect" You whisper and he shakes his head because he's nothing in comparison to you. Not with all those angry red lines scattered across his chest, scars covering most of his skin.
"Not like you angel, I'm not-
"You are. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are soldier, how perfect and strong your body is" You don't let him argue, a gasp slipping past his lips when you wrap your hand around his length and start to pump. He's about to protest again because this is about you but he has no idea how long you've been waiting to do this for him.
"Please Bucky" You softly beg and he's an absolute goner when you wrap your hand around his aching length. Just when he thinks it couldn't get any better; your warm soft palm stroking him up and down, you tell him how beautiful and perfect he is and he swears he could cry.
"Look at how pretty you are baby" You coo, perched between his spread legs, leaning over to suckle the tip, humming at the taste, "Can't believe you hid this all from me for so long baby"
"Another-fuck sweets-another night, God I'll cum-you gotta stop" He whines as you release with a pop, your lips covered in his slick. He pulls you to lie down beside him, thinking about all the times he imagined making love to you. Looking into your eyes, letting his body cage you from the rest of the world, just you and him and nothing else.
But it wasn't easy with 1 arm.
"M'sorry baby, I-" Bucky stuttered, feeling unsteady as he hovered above you.
"Lay down for me" You cut off his rambling with a kiss to his lips before letting his head fall against the pillow. "Just wanna feel you Jamie, be close to you" You moan, rubbing your now dripping pussy all over his cock. "Want you inside me"
"Put my cock in you angel" Bucky's feral side made an appearance while he held his length letting you line up with the tip, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him finally pushing into you. "Fuck babydoll, wanted this so bad"
"oh fuck" You threw your head back at the feeling, all the pieces inside you coming together as you sank all the way down making you feel complete. "You feel so good inside me Bucky" You whined, grinding and rocking yourself on his thick length, feeling him in your belly.
"C'mere angel, please" He begged, reaching for you and pulling you causing you to fall onto his chest. He planted his feet and started to thrust up making you cry out. "Wanted to make love to you baby, I-fuck I love you so much, wanna make you feel so good"
"Feels-so-good-hng" You whimpered between thrusts, nipping and sucking bruises onto his neck while he held onto you tightly with his arm. "I'm-so close-
"I'll make you feel good" Bucky groaned, pushing you back up and slipping his hand between your bodies while you leaned back and held onto his thighs. You cried out as he found your clit, moaning louder with you and he toyed with your pussy.
"That feel good baby?" He panted, letting his thumb rub your clit in fast circles, your silky soft bud throbbing against the digit, "You look so pretty with my cock in you angel, cum for me, cum for me pretty girl"
It didn't take long for you to shatter around him, and Bucky followed right behind. He nearly sobbed as you collapse against his chest while he pumped you full of his load, not bothering to pull out long after his cock softened. Cuddling with you with his spent cock warm in your soaked pussy was his favorite part of the night. Nothing was more intimate than the both of you so closely connected, whispering sweet nothings while tangled under the soft sheets, the both of you falling asleep in the warm, cozy air of the hut.
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dokidokidraft · 4 months ago
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MHA boys HC
Hello lovelies! This is my first post, I hope you enjoy! includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto todoroki
(more next time)
Does include swearing ;-; (because it’s Katsuki)
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~Izuku Midoriya~
-ANYTHING will get this man flustered. Even if you wave at him, his face is already red, and as soon as you talk to him, he’s a stuttering mess
-he eventually warms up to you though. He’ll still get flustered but he will at least be able to speak now
-play with his hair. Please.
-hold on to his arm instead of his hand. He loves it
-he’s really sensitive, so try not to be too mean (^_^)
-if you kiss his freckles (or anywhere on his face, just especially freckles) he will blush like crazy (obvi) and the immediately pull you in for a hug. Now you won’t be able to go anywhere until he gives you all the love in the world
-style his hair. Those curls just need to be taken care of T~T
-def doesn’t do enough self care. Just help him out for me, alright? I’m talking face masks, top coat for his nails (PLZ- this man’s hands 😣), skincare, R+R
-speaking of R+R, his favourite way to relax is Netflix and chill, with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair (never going to stop with his hair I js love it sm)
-will literally throw himself out of the car just to open the door for you. Probably has hurt himself a few times from this
-super insecure about his scars!!! Poor baby. The first time you traced his scars, he cried.
-his hands are so rough! (In a good way obvi) like, they feel like sandpaper most of the time, and he’s really insecure about those too >_< -probably has written so much about your quirk that it takes up a whole notebook! You’re just so much more interesting to him than anyone else. Also has other notebooks filled with the things you like/dislike. Literally anything you told him about yourself is written down somewhere
-his laugh is the most heavenly thing. It’s so sweet and genuine. Same with his smile :)
~Katsuki Bakugo~
-this man is so angry all the time, but if you get close enough to him (takes a long time plz be patient) he has such a soft spot for you!!!
-literally the best cook in existence
-being together for dinner with him looks like him teaching you a new recipe, and you guys cooking together. Still yells a lot at you tho (we love him for it)
-hugs from behind ✨ (iykyk)
-brags about you to the bakusquad all the time. “did you see y/n on the battle field!?!? She totally smoked your ass dunceface!”
-swears a lot while talking to you about his day. “And then the fucking lady decided to steal that guys shitty bag! It wasn’t even a nice bag, it looked like it came out of the motherfucking apocalypse!”
-shows his love through actions. Words are hard for him (see the one above)
-makes fun of you all the time
-if he’s about to yell and he knows you’re sensitive, he’ll cover your ears before he yells (this one isn’t my hc, just something I’ve seen a lot)
-he’s a bit of a brat. He just likes seeing you pissed off. Thinks it’s adorable
-very affectionate when you’re alone. Other than that, PDA isn’t very good…maybe he’ll hold your hand or wrap is his arm around your waist so people know to back off, but he gets embarrassed easily.
-shows off around you so much. As soon as you show up to one of his arena fights (different headcanon, might elaborate later) he immediately wins.. you just give him the right motivation with you watching
-he hates when you play with his hair, but he LOVES to touch yours. If it’s long enough, he’ll braid it. Or if it’s not he’ll give you little scalp massages 😮‍💨
-bullies your bullies. He knows you can handle yourself, but you gotta use your scary boyfriend privileges sometime
~Shoto todoroki~
-if you’re too cold or too hot, he’ll use his quirk to help with that.
-also, it’s canon that he’s usually very cold himself, but can’t regulate his fire well enough to be a good temperature so he deals with it. So cuddles are a must to keep him warm
-he’s so insecure about it his scar, he thinks it makes him ugly and unlovable (canon) so he needs constant reassurance
-poor bae gets night terrors
-takes you to all the new restaurants in town. You guys have been every single one at least once
-make homemade (cold) soba for him or else *_*
-not that it matters to him, but Endeavor does not approve of him dating, so be prepared for arguments. You guys will win in the end though
-so sassy. Loves to back talk
-walks together late at night 😌💅
-not very talkative, he’d rather listen to you ramble. Literally the opposite of izuku in that way
-takes all your jokes way too seriously. You have to explain everything, but after that he’ll laugh with you about it
-SO oblivious. If you gave him a confession note, he’ll ask if you wanted him to proofread it. Or if you said it to his face, he’d be frozen and then ask “that sounds good, is it a line for a play? I didn’t know you did theatre…”
-rich as hell, takes you shopping and you’re not allowed to pay for anything. Treats you with endeavors credit card 👌
-literally best fashion sense. I’m talking flannels, baggy sweaters with cuffed sleeves, those cargo shorts that have the massive pockets.
Thanks for reading! I hope you guys liked them (>~<)
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thesassypadawan · 4 months ago
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Sweet Treat (Clay x FemReader)
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Summary: It’s all you’ve wanted, all you craved. That one certain sweet treat, that goes so well with…
Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Oral (male receiving), wonderful use of ice cream, manipulative/possessive Clay, and… his thick, long dick.
Notes: A continuation of Too Sweet! 🧡🖤
- “So, this is what you’re craving?” Clay taunts, lips curled up in a smirk. The object of your current obsession held tightly in his hand. “This is what my little wifey wants?”
- You gaze up at him. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide and shining. Desperate, hungry look on your face. While you wait obediently on your knees, rubbing your ample bump in anticipation. “Yes, baby’s been kicking me the whole day for it.”
- Raising an eyebrow, he lays back against the lavish pillows. Shaking his head, chuckling softly. “Has he? Naughty boy.”
- Ever so slightly, he tilts the melting cone. “Beating up his poor mama.” A few fat, creamy drops plopping onto his bare chest. “Just because of a bit of ice cream.”
- Whimpering, you shift in his lap. Watching them slowly trickle southwards. Fighting the urge to lap, lick them off. Even as they come to settle at the base of his hard cock. “Please…can I have some?”
- Further he tips it, more begin to freckle his skin. Until finally the entire scoop falls and lands squarely…
- “Of course,” he mutters. Spreading, smearing the sugary confection all over his torso…his length. “Better get every last drop though. Can’t have any going to waste.”
- “Thank you, hubby.” Timidly, you lean forward. Stomach pressing into his, small hiss escaping you from the sudden cool touch. Mouth hovering barely an inch above his left pec. “I promise.”
- Running your tongue across his skin, you squeak happily. Savoring the sweetness, his salty sweat. Lips brushing his nipple; sucking gently, cleaning it thoroughly. Before giving the same attention to the other. Eliciting a soft growl from him.
- Slowly you slide down, dipping between the cracks of his abs. Following the lines of his body, along the path of his happy trail. Taking your time, enjoying each delicious inch…the way your flesh sticks to his.
- Hard muscles quiver beneath you. A low groan escapes Clay when he glides through your soaked folds. When you taste your way upwards; tracing the veins, circling the tip. Before wrapping your lips around, the flavor of yourself and him mixed perfectly with the dessert. “Good girl…”
- Big hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck. Fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it firmly. “Such a good, good girl…” Tugging on it just harsh enough that your head jerks back, eyes lock. “Loving her treat…”
- Pressing, he forces you to descend. Watching as he disappears into the warmth of your mouth, your throat…while you gag and sputter. Saliva dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, making a mess of your chin and neck. “Gobbling it all up…” Until your nose was finally flush with his abdomen, buried into the gooey remnants you left behind.
- Now fully lodged, you will yourself to relax. Tears pricking at your waterlines, your breaths coming out in small puffs. His nails digging gently into your scalp. “ Always asking…”
- His hold tightens and you brace your hands against the woven rug. He starts to guide you, moving your head up and down. Bucking his hips; setting a quick, merciless pace. “Begging for more…”
- He was close. You can tell by the way he twitches, throbs. The guttural sounds that fall from his mouth, whenever he hits the back of your throat. How his hips stutter; drives grow irregular, erratic. “Like the greedy thing she is…”
- Pushing, thrusting hard one last time. Streams of hot cum shot into your mouth, coating your tongue. Overwhelming your senses completely. And you can’t help but moan, squeal uncontrollably. As you swallow down his entire load…at the feeling of being so full of him.
- Gingerly, he pulls you off. Cupping your cheek, rubbing his thumb across your swollen bottom lip. Wiping away a stray glob, offering it to you. “There. Did that satisfy your craving?”
- Panting softly, you nod. Cleaning off his digit, humming in appreciation. “Yes, baby and I are happy.”
- “That’s what I like to hear, that you enjoyed your ‘sweet treat’,” he coos. Hand finding its way to your stomach, caressing it lovingly. Massaging your taunt, sticky skin. “Now why don’t you lay on your back…and let daddy have his?”
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ajortga · 7 months ago
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the 1900s
pairing: lorraine day x reader (implied fem?)
summary: with safe-kept memories from your past with your sunshine-like lorraine, more memories with your new family are unraveling for your future. (time is more in the past)
word count: 1.4k+
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based off request! (thank you for the support anons!)
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hi! i love your writings, they're so good! i just hope that you can write something cute about pregnant lorraine and reader chilling in their farmhouse with their children, please? thank you 💛
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“Melly, look at the camera baby!” Lorraine’s sweet, baby-voice echoes. Your doe-eyed daughter, who’s hair is currently in braids that your wife did when she had the shortest length of hair, coos and runs up to the both of you, her hands flaring to the air. 
Melly’s hands make grabby arms and you pick her up and spin her around as she giggles. You curl up to Lorraine and nuzzle her neck as she plays with your daughter's hair. She puts a small strawberry hat she knitted on her tiny head, making Melly babble and erupt in laughter.
Her eyes look up at you, blinking as her little hands come up and nestles her fingertips into your smooth hair. You do the same for Lorraine, pressing your lips to the side of her head as you fondle with her dark, wavy hair. You make a small squeal when Melly tugs on your hair, not enough to hurt, "Stop that!" Melly giggles more and plops her head onto your shoulder, "Hair."
“You are so cute! Your eyes are so pretty!” She fusses, lending the camera to you as you carefully hand Melly to her, cautious of Lorraine’s belly that is currently bloating that carries your soon to be child. You rub the bump that's forming, leaning down and letting your hands rub shapes under her yellow sundress. The freckled brunette gives you a warm smile, in which you let her kiss your forehead as she speaks, “She has your eyes, you know? That’s why I love her even more.”
“Well, she has your cheeks, I can squish them all day!” You giggle, pinching Melly’s cheeks lightly and squishing Lorraine’s.
Your wife squeals at you, and you pick up an incoming Theodore that is now racing towards you with his cow stuffed animal. His dark brunette hair is ruffled, in which Lorraine rubs it to smooth it out.
“Hi Teddy!” You say, recording him as he looks up at the camera with his overalls and a farmer hat you secretly stole from Mr. Days' most prized stuffed animal collection. He shows his cow stuffed animal to the camera, like a trophy and plunks on the haystack, his eyes noticing the tractor push-car placed next to him. He crawls off the stack and tries to crawl into the mini, self-drive tractor. It makes you and Lorraine giggle. 
Your camcorder gets placed down on one of the stables, where it can capture everything. Then you pick up Theo and spin him in your arms, making him squeal happily. You bounce him up and down in your arms before placing him into the tractor and watching him click all the random buttons. He places his cow, which he’s recently called Sam, in the passenger seat. Then he puts his hat on him. 
“Car,” Theodore’s tiny voice states, making him around to you. His eyes are questioning.
“Yes tiny, that’s a car.”
His tiny toes step on the pedal and the tiny tractor slowly begins to drive to you, making small ‘vroom’ noises as his tractor goes in circles in time with his wheel spinning.
“Baby, I think Theo would be a race-car driver one day.”
“I think he’d be a great race-car driver,” you say, about to talk about all the cool things he would do, until Theodore’s tractor bumps into Lorraine’s knee.
“Ouch!” She gasps, playfully. The small boy giggles his heart out, so much you can see his brunette hair going up and down.
“Excuse you, young man. You cannot try to crash into a pretty girl’s knee that is currently going to grant you another sibling!”
He backs up and this time charges to your knee, bumping into it.
“Hey! That hurts!” You shout, Theodore is giggling again, his cheeks are flaring red and you and Lorraine can’t help but giggle. “I hope he doesn’t do that in class.”
Lorraine shakes her head, placing Melly next to Theo as she puts his stuffed animal back into Theo’s lap, watching them go.
She looks at you, as if you were the sweetest person to ever exist. “My daughter and son look even more beautiful because of you.” You flush pink, the smile that forms on your face can’t be stopped, “I think they’re only beautiful because of you ‘Raine.” 
Her finger places over your lips, before kissing them and looking into your eyes. Your head rests on your shoulder as you look up at her with those puppy eyes she’s been melting in since she first met you years ago, “Well they’re our children, the cute girls and boys we always pointed to when they passed by our house to try out our cookies. The children that we’ve always talked about having. They’re ours Y/N. I can’t imagine it, or being happy with anyone that isn’t you.”
You nuzzle her chest, inhaling her sweet, musky, citrus scent, “I’ll never be happy with anyone else that isn’t my sweet Lorraine.”
The both of you smile, before watching your children drive around the barn. 
“Cow!” Theodore states as he brings his cow stuffy up to show it the cow in front of him. His name was Mabel.
A little while later you and Lorraine are asleep on each other with your backs laid against the barn. Theodore and Melly are feeding your netherland dwarfs and holland lops strawberries. Both your eyes flutter as you hear your sweet girl’s giggle, peeking out of the barn door. Your bunnies are licking their hands. And even after they bite into the strawberry, Melly eats the rest, making a small, ‘mmm’ noise.
“Wait, where did she get those strawberries?”
“The door where the sink is closed!”
“She’s eating the strawberries we grew without washing them!”
Before Melly can eat another one you two shriek, “Wash those strawberries!”
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The four of you, well five, if you include your 3 and a half month golden retriever, (Pickle) are back at the farm house. The chilly breeze of the air conditioning cools you two down as you make Lorraine, Melly, and Theodore milkshakes. You cut some strawberries and mash them into a sauce, before adding some sugar and condensed milk. Then you blend them up with some milk and vanilla ice cream.
“Milky.. Shake!” Melly and Theodore say happily as all of you drink your milkshakes at the table. You steal a small sip from Lorraine’s strawberry one as she takes a sip from your vanilla one. She presses your lips on yours quickly, a light peck. You look back at the brunette girl and kiss her again.
“Ewww..” Theodore says, looking away from the romantic and cute sight that was in front of his eyes. Melly covers her face and makes a fake gagging noise, “Icky.” Theodore hugs Melly and she hugs him back, they’re both hiding away from you two.
“Awhh,” you both coo, watching them peek at you, Theodore peeks at you from the crevice of Melly, checking if you two are done.
Lorraine laughs in your ear as you hide in her neck and rub her belly, “When they’re older we’ll be teasing them and gagging when they have someone to bring home.”
“You’re sure right baby.”
You both are silent for a moment, taking a moment to appreciate everything around you, and what memories are yet to be created in the comfort of your home. There are pictures of your children’s footprints, the four of you as a family, Melly hugging Pickle when he was a baby, and Theo hugging Melly. Your eyes linger on a picture with them having spaghetti sauce all over their face and flour on the floor, like they’ve been caught committing a crime.
“That’s my favorite photo,” you say, looking up at it and grinning. 
“That’s mine,” Lorraine points at the one when you four went to the pool for the first time, both your babies floating on the water with safety lifeguards on.
Then your eyes meet a polaroid photo that you two took years ago, maybe even more over a decade. It feels so long ago, yet you remember it like it was yesterday. Your heart aches knowing that time has passed by so quickly with your sweet ‘Raine. Lorraine smiles seeing the way you’re smiling. 
You still had braces in and that stupid, silly smile. It was the photo of when Mabel, the cow that is still mooing today, was still a calf. Lorraine was wearing overalls and toothily smiling at the camera while you had ice cream in your hand. It was after the carnival you two went to freshman year high school. You remember Mr. Day had taken you both when celebrating your good grades. You two looked so young, yet it didn’t even look like you aged either way. You two were still the same old Y/N and Lorraine. 
The both of you lean into each other, “No, that’s my favorite photo,” you both whisper. The polaroid photo that wrote, 1997.
“I love you Y/N," her voice says, smooth like vanilla. You smile, curl yourself more into her.
“I love you more ‘Raine.”
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hanjisick · 2 years ago
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order #6 of the coffee shop series: a cookie
ingredients. y/n x barista!felix. he’s never had a gf before. hopeless pining on felix’s end. mostly fluff with some angst. also the boys keep trying to play shitty wingmen again.
allergies. making out and felix being awkward
size. 3.2k
special add ons. felix is a sociable, confident, kind barista at yellow wood café. but once you show up on one rainy day, you turn him into a mess.
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you hadn’t prepared for the rain to come so quickly.
the forecast had said that it would only pick up in the afternoon, and you figured that you would be home by then. so of course, you had left your umbrella at home.
you decided to run into the nearest building, hoping to stay there until the rain had died down a little.
it was a coffee shop, one that you hadn’t been to before. you had no clue how you didn’t know the place existed. it seemed like just your type of hang-out spot.
the difference between the café and outside was stark. looking through the windows, it was gloomy and intense, while inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. the smell of coffee brewing and people chatting filled your senses.
“can i help you?” you had been staring off for a minute now, your entire body drenched in rain.
“sorry,” you apologized, “i was just looking for somewhere to be until the rain stopped.”
“you’re alright! could i get anything for you while you wait?”
your eyes stared the barista up and down. he was around your age— and was the epitome of sunshine. his features were gentle and strikingly beautiful.
his name tag read “felix.”
then, you drifted towards the menu on the counter, written in chalk, slightly smudged.
“are the cookies any good?” you questioned, staring at the cute plastic containers full of baked goods, specifically the heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies.
“well, i baked them myself, so they better be good.” felix’s shy smile told you that he was proud of his baking.
“i’ll buy one and see for myself.”
usually, the freckled barista wasn’t nervous at comments like these, but your gentle eyes made his heart flip in ways that he didn’t quite understand. “will that be all?”
“for now.”
he rang you up, handing you the cookies straight out of the container.
without waiting to sit down, you bit into the cookie.
two of felix’s fingers met his neck, checking his pulse quickly— a nervous habit of his.
but his nerves turned into excitement as your eyes lit up.
“i’ll take two more cookies and a mocha, please!”
felix couldn’t help but smile widely, “our muffins are really good too. we have blueberry and chocolate chip right now, but i’m working on a recipe for a cappuccino muffin.”
you cut his ramble short, “i’ll try both. and a brownie.”
“got a sweet tooth?” he rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to begin making your mocha, “i don’t want you to get any cavities.”
“i’ll have just one bite of each and bring it home with me,” you reasoned, taking a stool at the bar, “i have nothing better to do, anyway. the rain says it’ll last for another hour.”
“so you’re gonna spend that hour taste-testing the treats?”
“i’ve never been here before, i better start working on my regular order.”
“will you be a new regular?”
“if the mocha is good. otherwise i think i’ll just go back out into the rain, i’m already drenched anyway.”
there you go again. causing felix to worry about how good his barista skills were in a way that nobody does.
he couldn’t help but drizzle a chocolate heart on top before handing it to you.
immediately felix jumped back. “your hands are freezing!”
“that’s what happens when you’re in the rain.”
you couldn’t help but chuckle at felix’s concern. it wasn’t bad at all.
“i think this goes against every rule we have here,” felix shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it across the counter.
immediately your quiet laugh died down, your stomach twisting with butterflies. mostly at how kind the freckled boy was, but you couldn’t ignore the way that the white shirt under it clung to him tighter.
“thank you.” you wrapped yourself in the cardigan, breathing in a faint scent of a fruity perfume, almost masked by the overwhelming smell of coffee.
“felix,” chan, his boss, nudged him with a grin, “did you just do what i think you did?”
if it were any other barista, they would’ve been scolded. but felix had taken up a large spot in chan’s heart, one that meant that he refused to rebuke the boy.
“she was cold! right, y/n?” he defended, “she just came in from the rain outside.”
“so you’re just gonna give every customer your clothes if they’re cold?”
you could see a faint red tint forming on felix’s ears, “well no! but she’s new, i wanted to give her a warm welcome.”
there was a familiar look in chan’s eyes, one that felix could spot from miles away. one of knowing.
“alright then. i’m glad you were able to earn us a new customer. even if it meant giving up your clothes.”
“do you have any paper?” you interrupted with a mouthful of muffin, “and maybe a pen too?”
felix was thankful that you saved him from chan. “yeah! i’ll get it for you. hold on.”
thirty minutes later, once a spot of sunlight through the clouds had appeared, you were gone.
felix glanced over at your spot, sadness pulling on his heart, full of what if’s.
what if you didn’t come back? what if that was the last time he would see you?
he noticed the piece of paper left behind.
the title read, “felix’s bakery ranking.”
first place was the cookies. second was the brownies. then the chocolate chip muffin, then the blueberry.
“she must love chocolate,” felix jumped at jeongin’s voice from behind him, “she also got a mocha, right?”
“how do you know? you weren’t even here.”
“chan was telling the group chat.”
“he was doing what?” felix reached for the phone in his back pocket to confirm his words.
“talking about how you were mesmerized by that girl.”
“was not!”
“you totally were,” chan patted his back, “i’ve never seen you smile that wide.”
“says a lot for how much he smiles.”
felix groaned as jeongin flipped over the scrap paper.
“see you at 3 tomorrow,” he read out, looking up at felix whose eyes widened, turning to chan.
“i don’t work tomorrow! can i work tomorrow?”
“so it isn’t just you being kind?”
“i need to get my cardigan back.”
“you’re a terrible liar. just admit that you want to see her again.”
“just schedule me to work tomorrow!”
the next day, felix was walking on clouds.
the boy normally walked with a pep in his step, serving customers with a comfortable kindness that nobody else could replicate, but today there was an extra hint of sweetness to everything that he did. even some of the most unobservant customers had pointed it out.
but each of the boys knew exactly why he was acting the way that he was, thanks to the messages that chan had sent.
as the vintage clock on the wall inched closer and closer to 3, felix became more dazed, clumsy even.
“are you sure that he should be working right now?” minho shot chan a questioning look.
“just let him get it out of his system.”
“but we’re cleaning up his spill messes all for a girl that he had one conversation with. he’s hopeless.”
“i don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before.”
“really?” minho’s eyebrows raised, “with how all of the girls stick to him like glue?”
“i don’t think he knows how much of a heartthrob he is.”
chan glanced towards felix, who was busy chatting with two girls who had stopped by just a few minutes ago, “he’s clueless sometimes.”
the bell on the door rang as you stepped in, blue sweater in hand, eyes darting across the room to find the blonde boy who immediately abandoned his conversation.
“i came to return this,” you slid it across the counter, just as felix had done the previous day, “and get a cookie as well.”
“just the cookie?”
“and a mocha.”
“your total will be—“
“just give it to her for free,” chan whispered from behind, trying to help the frantic boy.
“it’ll be free today,” felix stumbled on his words, “and maybe i could heat the cookies for you too? they’re better warm.”
“that would be great,” you took a seat at the same spot as before, “your customer service is top tier. free service and a cardigan on a rainy day?”
“we try.” felix couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, or take his eyes off of you.
even when you weren’t paying attention to him, typing on your laptop and munching on a cookie, he would stare at you, just barely hiding behind the espresso machine.
“why don’t you ask for her number?”
felix jumped as yet another barista appeared from behind him— something that had been happening too much recently. or perhaps he was just less focused on his surroundings.
“i can’t do that. what if she rejects me?”
“she would’ve let you down by now, do you know how obvious you’re making it?” hyunjin tried to reason with him.
“i guess that’s true, but i’m nervous. she’s really pretty.”
“so? you’re pretty too.”
felix gave the compliment a light laugh, “but she’s intimidatingly pretty.”
he kept an eye on the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your finger tapping to the rhythm of the café’s record player on the table.
“you’re such a hopeless romantic. just get her number. she’s gonna leave again and you’re gonna be upset that you didn’t.”
“maybe.”
with those words in mind, felix shyly approached you, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.
“hey,” he started, almost chickening out just from your eye contact.
his fingers went to his throat, checking his pulse, “do you think i could get your number?”
when you stared at him in silent shock for a moment, he continued, “not as, like, a weird thing! i just want to be your friend.”
he could see hyunjin out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull out his hair in frustration.
your smile faltered, but you still took the phone from his hand, saving your name as y/n.
“text me later.” there was a hint of sadness in your voice that felix didn’t fail to pick up on, but he didn’t dare to comment on it.
he ran off into the back room, ready to scream over the most embarrassing, disappointing moment in his entire life.
hyunjin followed close behind, “felix! what the hell?”
“i got nervous!”
“so you decided to friend-zone her?”
“she could’ve friend zoned me first!”
“she obviously wasn’t going to!”
“but if she did then i think i’d die!”
hyunjin was close to slamming his head against the nearest wall. “i’m gonna die right now if you don’t walk back out there and tell her that you’ve spent the whole day thinking about how pretty she is!”
“she’ll think i’m weird!”
“then i’ll do it!” felix tried to hold him back but failed as hyunjin opened the door, only to be met with an empty spot where you used to be.
felix let go, his shoulders dropping.
“where is she?”
“i guess she left,” hyunjin turned to see his devastated friend.
“did i fuck up that badly?”
hyunjin bit his lip, trying not to make it worse for him than it already was. but the truth was that, yeah, he did.
“maybe she’ll be back.”
felix texted you that night while he sat in bed, deciding on, “hi it’s felix! :)”
he kept his cardigan next to him.
perhaps it was a little creepy, but he decided to sniff it. it smelled different than usual. perhaps that’s what you smelled like.
perhaps he would never even get to know what you smelled like.
tears brimmed his eyes as he shut off his phone, staring up at the fan on his ceiling, letting the noise drown out the eerie silence.
felix wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot. he had no problem talking to people, he was the most extroverted extrovert that an extrovert could get. but he couldn’t help but question everything he did in front of you, even if he had just met you.
you didn’t respond.
when felix showed up to work the next day, it was like the sunshine was hidden behind a rainy cloud.
he knew that it shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did. he knew that checking to see if he got a text every minute wasn’t normal, or whip his head toward the door every time a customer came in.
so felix spent another night in his bed, phone in hand, staring at the text that he sent.
would it just be easier to forget about you? it’s not like he had anything going with you anyway.
it was only when he set it down for the night and closed his eyes that it began to ring, and he sprang right back up, eyes widening as he stared at the caller ID.
it was minho.
“hello?” felix answered, voice filled with sleep.
“you were upset at work today,” he stated, “is it because of that girl?”
“you could see it?”
“everyone could. like we always do.”
“i’m just gonna try to forget about it.”
“don’t.”
“what do you mean?”
“you have her number, right? come clean, text her that you were nervous. ask to meet up.”
“like a date?”
“exactly. ask her on a date.”
felix chewed on his lip, anxiety clouding his judgment once again. would he have the courage to even do that?
“chan said that you’re not allowed to work until you sort out your sadness. and nobody wants to cover your shifts, man.”
when minho hung up the phone, felix laid back against his pillows, letting out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding. then he checked his pulse.
opening your texts, he began typing. ‘i lied. it was something weird. you’re really pretty. you can block me if you want.’
he deleted the message.
‘actually,’
no.
‘i meant to ask for your number in a not-friend-way,’
no.
‘sorry for the other day. i was anxious and said the wrong thing, but i really wanted your number because i think you’re gorgeous. do you want to go out sometime?’
he sent the message and resisted the urge to chuck his phone across the room. instead, he threw it back down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and squeezing it as hard as he could.
minutes later, felix heard his phone buzz. he scrambled to pick it up.
‘that’s ok. i was a little disappointed, you’re rly cute :)’
it buzzed again.
‘wanna come over tomorrow and watch a movie or something?’
his fingers shook, trying to type back, ‘sounds great! does 5 work?’
you reacted to his text with a thumbs up, and then he was back to squeezing the pillow.
felix didn’t work the next day. instead, he spent the day showering, squealing, spam-texting friends, and preparing for his first-ever date.
when you opened the doorbell, you were met with quite possibly the cutest sight in the entire world.
there felix was, holding a box of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies in his shaky hands. “i baked these for you, kind of as an apology, kind of because i wanted to impress you. and i know you like the cookies.”
you giggled at his honesty, letting him inside as you took the box, “thank you felix, you’re such a sweetheart.”
he checked his pulse.
“sorry for the mess. i tried to clean a little, but i don’t have people over often.”
“it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure you, “my house doesn’t look all that clean either. kind of comes with being a human.”
you laughed, taking a seat on the couch. he followed your actions.
“so, about the whole number thing,” he toyed with the rip on his black jeans.
“i thought you were really really beautiful.”
suddenly, he was way too aware of how close you were to him. but he wouldn’t let himself get nervous again.
“one of my coworkers was telling me to ask for your number and i was nervous and thought that you wouldn’t like me like that.”
felix sighed, “so i ended up saying the wrong thing and giving you the wrong idea.”
when he looked back up, you were smiling, holding in laughter. “that’s honestly adorable.”
“really?”
“i got sad, i thought you were just that kind to everyone and that i was developing some crazy ego thinking that a boy as attractive as you would like me.”
“you think i’m attractive?” his ears were on fire by now, completely stiff as you leaned in to look him in the eyes.
“i don’t understand how you don’t know how attractive you are.”
“what do you mean?”
“do i have to spell it out for you?”
“probably.”
“i think you’re gorgeous.”
“i also think the same about you. you looked so cute eating all happily, and when you smile, it makes me want to kiss you.” he chewed his lip, trying to not regret his bold words.
something tense was in the air, something that made felix’s heart pound a thousand times faster.
“then do it.”
felix froze. was he supposed to tell you that he had never kissed a girl before, much less sat this close to one?
“well, are you going to? or are you getting shy again?”
“i’ve never kissed anyone.” he let his heart thud out of his chest at the confession.
your eyes visibly widened, “you? you haven’t had your first kiss?”
“or held hands with a girl. and i’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“that’s impossible.”
“i don’t know how to prove it.”
“your awkwardness does the job.”
you decided to make a move, “but i can show you how if you’d like.”
felix’s mouth went dry, unsure of what to do or say.
“it’ll come naturally. just let it happen,” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded.
climbing onto his open lap, your hands carded through his blonde hair.
you leaned in to meet his lips briefly, his eyes burning into your own.
it was a soft and gentle kiss, just like him. but his eyes were full of desire for more.
“can i have another?” his hands met your back, pulling you into him.
this time, the kiss lasted longer, so much longer that he began craving more of you, so he did what he saw in all the movies.
he slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips in pride at his actions.
felix’s hands traveled to your waist as took your word, letting go of his anxieties and doing what came naturally.
and without even realizing it, he began to take the lead.
all of the feelings were overwhelming. the way that you tugged on his hair, how close your bodies were, the way your tongue felt against his own.
he never wanted to stop.
until his phone began ringing.
you pulled away and he let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes to stare at your features up close.
“felix, your phone,” you reminded him.
he jolted out of the daze, reaching for it.
chan.
he was about to just cancel the call when he saw the spam texts, asking where he was.
with a heavy sigh, he answered with you still on his lap.
“did you make up with y/n?”
“be quiet! i’m with her right now!”
you let out a laugh.
“oh! tell her hi!”
felix hung up on his friend with a groan, turning the ringer off.
“can we go back to kissing again?”
“after he’s done blowing you up,” you pointed at the buzzing phone.
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lifeguard!atsumu who picked up this gig as a side thing, something to help out his mom's friend who needed help at the public pool.
and boy is he loving it.
he sits in the sun all day and has developed quite the golden brown tan, and his hair has lightened more if possible. he's got free access to the pool at all times, free trips to the snack bar, and endless fun. he's everyone's favorite lifeguard. from the ladies in the water aerobics class that he teaches twice a week, to the little kids in the toddler pool, to kids at the diving boards, he earns excited smiles everywhere he goes.
atsumu thinks that if volleyball didn't work out, he would have been perfectly fine doing this. today he sits at his post near the shallow end of the pool, relaxed and content with his ray-bans sliding down his nose as chlorine fills the air.
and the best part? you're on shift today too.
you began lifeguarding shortly after atsumu agreed to help, meaning the two of you spent a lot of time together during training exercises and certifications. he's loved every second.
his favorite part? driving you absolutely nuts.
the concrete under your feet is almost too much to handle as you pad toward your station for the next fifteen minutes. your fingers pull at the straps of your red lifeguard suit, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen in. the sharp blow of a whistle grabs your attention and you stop in your tracks.
"woah!" you stop dead in your tracks when the voice of none other than miya atsumu carries across the blue water. "no runnin', sweetheart." he smirks at you over his sunglasses, lazily spinning the whistle around his finger. you roll your eyes and continue on, trying to ignore your very pesky, but incredibly handsome coworker.
as you climb up to your spot, you can't help but look at him. sweet smile on his lips while he speaks to a little girl in the pool, hair curling slightly from the water he must have dipped in earlier. his strong arms and abs even more defined from the hours of the sun he's gotten.
while he is annoying, he's quite nice to look at.
the time goes quickly, being entertained at the various jumps at the diving boards. if it wasn't for atsumu's voice, you wouldn't have known it was time to switch.
as he saunters over to you, he's greeting the moms, kids, and babies that are in his path. everyone smiles at him while he passes by, but when he gets to your chair he's met with a rather unamused face.
"yer savior is here," he sighs, sliding his water bottle into the now vacant cup next to the seat. "oh c'mon, nothin'?"
the quip you had ready to go dies on your heavy tongue as you finally face him.
he looks up at you as you shade him from the sun and you take in the little details on his face. his eyes, almost glowing gold from the sun. his cheeks are dusted with freckles, and a couple flecks of white from the sunscreen he failed to rub in a few seconds earlier.
"be careful with this group," you nod your head towards the boys clambering over to the diving boards. "they've been pushing it."
"i'll be fine," he waves you off, watching you as you climb down. "yer just too hard on 'em."
"because it's my job, atsumu. not all of us spend our shift messing around."
just as he rolls his eyes, a boy jumps off the diving board, breaking several pool rules. the two of you blow your whistles when he emerges from the water.
"no jumping backward!"
"awesome jump! 8/10!"
the two of you look at each other, you with annoyance tugging at your furrowed brows, and atsumu with a wide smile, tongue in cheek as he shakes his head at you.
"just as i was sayin'," he pokes your cheek before climbing up to his spot. "yer no fun. now run along, i'm sure the toddler pool is more yer pace, angel."
you bite your tongue, huffing as you shove the red lifeguard floatie into his abdomen before you walk away. atsumu can't help but laugh as you leave, satisfied with his efforts of riling you up.
the rest of the day flies by for both of you, and even with atsumu's incessant teasing and lackadaisical approach to lifeguarding, you're able to make it through your shift with only a couple pet names and attempted pranks.
once the pool gates are shut for the day, you and your fellow lifeguards work on getting everything closed up and ready to go for tomorrow. unfortunately, you got stuck with the harder jobs, keeping you longer than you hoped. just as you push the supply closet shut, a certain blonde appears from behind it.
"easy day today?"
"the sun has set miya, you don't need those stupid sunglasses anymore,"
he slides them up to the top of his head, feathering his hair slightly at the same time. "what? ya don't think i look cool in 'em?"
you sigh and pull a t-shirt over your suit and gather your things.
"no, i'm not one of your water aerobic ladies. are you done so i can turn the lights off?"
he snorts, reaching to snatch your key out of your fingers. "i'll be done when ya apologize,"
"apologize for what?" you're trying to hold back a smile as you finish packing up your things. "for you looking like a dork?"
atsumu gasps in fake hurt, clutching a crumpled MSBY tee to his chest. "yer so mean to me,"
you laugh for real now at the pout on his lips, staring a little longer as he puts his shirt on.
"i think you'll be okay," you flick off the lights and begin walking to the parking lot. "have a good night, miya."
"drive safe," he grins and walks towards the parking lot, but realizes that he grabbed your keys instead of his on the way out. he jogs ahead, the sandals on his feet slapping the warm pavement as he catches up to you.
"first ya insult my glasses, then ya steal my keys? didn't think ya would be so hurtful," he teases with stupid smirk on his lips.
"here you are," you walk towards him, dangling his keyring above your head. he reaches to grab it, but you pull it away at the last second. an innocent prank has now pulled the two of you close, torsos touching. atsumu's lips part, heart racing at just how close the two of you are under the flickering parking lot light.
he tries so hard to think of something smart to say, but his brain turns to mush as he stares at your lips. you pull away first, catching your own breath as atsumu laughs nervously.
"s-sorry 'bout that," he manages to stutter out, unlocking his car as quick as he can. you're shocked at his flustered state. who knew the atsumu miya would get worked up over a little prank?
"no worries," you turn to walk away, but can't help but smile at the chance to finally get in the last word for once.
"atsumu, be sure to wear more sunscreen tomorrow. your cheeks are a little pink!"
you wave at him as you get into your car, and he groans from the driver's seat, embarrassed at both his reaction and the fact that he couldn't get himself to kiss you when he had the chance.
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