#lots of babbling in the tags today

[vi-enti]

when you watch a piece of media that is so loved by the creators, the writers the actors the producers the crew everyone involved, that’s what impacts you the most. i love loved media so, so much

[corporalmaledict]

I haven't seen anyone link to this rendition of All The Little Angels this year, so figured I'd post it myself

[teenagefeeling]

i looked in the notes of that last rb to try and find more info and noticed a handful of people tagged it "pentophobia" and i was like ??? is that.... fear of 5??? so i googled it and that is indeed what came up, but i was still confused & i looked through a handful of posts w that tag on one of the blogs and sure enough, it was all just posts containing the number 5 (or multiples of 5) so i guess there's just someone in that circle of mutuals who has an irrational fear of the number five. what a mystery. it didn't need solving at all, but i sure solved it good

[starsmuserainbow]

Only very minor progress especially in the "whole scale" episodes-wise, but, today I finally iconed something that I actually need for once again!

Today in icons I'll never need but made anyway:

[train-whistles-at-night]

unrelated to anything but one day ill write a fic where characters are having sex and then they use a safeword and get aftercare and maybe they cry and stuff but theyre safe

[mastcrmarksman]

I'm not online yet. . . . Been continuing my read of Avengers, and opinion time.

I'd say there's definitely more than doesn't hold up as well from the 70s than other eras, like 60s avengers has it rough patches, but there's definitely (the entirety of Clint's first stint) with the Avengers that for the most part holds well or at least a fun laugh to read.

I got to around #170s (korvac saga) and the year is 1977, the Jim Shooter stuff and few one-two writers, and it's a little rougher. It's not awful, the Korvac stuff that's focused on Korvac pov better than not. Now see, I knew that 1977 and the 70s was an era where Marvel was losing some popularity and on a slight decline, change of writers and staff, and such and that definitely shows.

I will say for 70s Avengers, the Kang saga with Clint in the Old West? That was fun, which was Steve Englehart, which he did leave during the 70s and for 8 years. Now I'm just reading exclusively the Avenhees run (I'll be dipping my toes in other stuff later date).

So as a Clint writer, Clint is kind of there but not really, he's fine. Harder character to screw up in that decade, but I mean Clint and a cowboy is a fun thing, and it's so silly he leaves the Avengers to show said cowboy around the present. The stuff that's really rough, I don't think Jim Shooter did a incredible job at highlighting the characters who were the Avengers, in their moments and saves. I don't think any character particularly shines in the narrative, although I will credit that Beast and Hellcat are fun additions.

I also additionally think as a newly re-christened (I always loved Hank, pow reminding me how EMH did him good) Hank fan? The 70s do not hold up for him and Janet at all, it's rough, it's bad, and so the YJ suit introduction will always be a rough part of the 60s, but his actual character from the Avengers 60s to early 70s until he and Jan left (again), like especially when it was just Clint and Hank And Jan as a team? Hank was a decent character. 70s also in general really poor about mental health, and so the Hank character suffers. Like he has a lost of memory not shown why and turns back to Ant-Man attacking the Avengers, Janet reveals she was going to a psychiatrist for Hank (not for herself but for hank instead of hank), faces Ultron, and then Tony has a machine to fix Hank's memories loss, fand then he's like fine and peachy and back in YJ with no explanation, in like two issues after, when before the whole memory loss return ant-man there were several issues displaying Hank's disinterest in heroics and being an avenger, and a legitimate interpersonal conflict with that, which just reburried under the rug or removed from the character after he suffers another mental breakdown.

That's an era thst definitely needed deserved some cleaning up, and where a retxoj would not be the worst thing, which Busiek's run in vol 3 of Avengers does attempt to smooth over, which will be lost when Geoff Johns (he gets somewhat of a pass since he just kept things the same) and Chuck Austen (namely Chuck Austen; I just loathe his writing and decisions i think hes a poor writer for a lot of characgers) take over.

[eumivrse]

FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY (I NEED A FREAK TO DRIVE ME CRAZY!)

rough/angry sex ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso

warning(s) drunk sex + spanking (gojo), orgasm denial (geto), jealous sex + light bondage (nanami), car sex (toji), spitting + choking (choso), lowkey toxic, lots of degrading words, overstim, mention of safe word, breeding, creampie, squirting, cervix kissing, reader calls nanami ‘sir’ once, JUST A LOT OF SMUT IDK

note i’ve been equally horny for all of them lately ngl. also the title is so long but the song is stuck in my head ;0

tags @kurosaaki

GOJO

it takes a lot to piss satoru off. he lets things slide half due to his lack of ability to tell that people are mocking him and the other half because of his huge ego.

but there’s always that once in a blue moon moment when he comes home from work, mind already filled with irrational anger. and it just happens to be the same day you have your weekly night out with your girlfriends and are out until the ungodly hours of the night.

and of course that’s fine and all, but when he saw you stumbling into your doorstep tipsy at 3 in the morning, the word rational has been far blotted out of his dictionary. he’d already drank half a bottle of wine by himself at this point from drowning in his sorrows and satoru is the mere personification of a lightweight.

it wasn’t long until your face is buried against your leather couch, ass up as he pounded into you.

drool seeped out the corner of your mouth, babbling, “satoru-“ your moans were muffled, your head forced down on the couch by his huge hand while he slams his pelvis against your ass, cock sliding in with ease. he didn’t even talk to you— as soon as you were ready to give him a hug, he flipped you over the couch and pulled up the cute little skirt you decided to wear today, pulling your panties over one ass cheek to not bother himself with taking all your clothes off.

he struck your ass with his palm, then kneaded the plump to ail the pain. “gonna cum for me, princess? hm?” you nearly shrieked when he slapped you again, this time with more force inflicted. but you weren’t going to lie— having him treat you like this is more like a gift than it is a punishment.

“yes…” your voice shrunk, heavy breaths in sync with his thrusts. clawing onto nothing, you bit the inside of your cheek, suppressing your loud moans, still sober enough to realize that it’s late and your neighbors are fast asleep.

he pulled out almost completely, leaving you hollow until he pistoned into you by pulling your waist against him, the head of his cock nearly prodding onto your cervix. “fuck… i love your slutty pussy, milking so— fuck— so well...” satoru’s inability to shut the fuck up even when he’s this close to cumming is something that continues to amaze you.

starting painfully slow, his impatience eventually took over him and continued to fuck into you with deep, yet quick thrusts that happened to hit your spot, fluid spurting out of your hole and onto his abdomen. you gasp, legs trembling while satoru’s hips stuttered, cock twitching inside of you.

“yeah, yeah, yeah— ah god…” warm cum filled you full, some leaking out and dribbling down on the couch. he gave your ass one more struck, and you yelp from the prickling pain.

“satoru?” you mumble, turning your head slightly until he started moving his hips again, leaving you speechless.

he yanks you by the elbow, pinning your back against his chest, whispering against the shell of your ear, “not done yet, doll.”

GETO

“suguru, please…” you plead, eyes glossed with tears. you’re sitting on top of his lap, cock stretching your walls as his thumb brushed over your clit with lazy circles.

he just hummed, ignoring your pleas as he grabs the pudge of your hips, lifting them up and thrusting up into you, his balls slapping in between your ass cheeks.

you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder all week, all because of you started a petty argument about schedule differences. you knew he was busy, but his lack of communication was what pissed you off. on the other hand, he thought you were being unfair— he never complained when you had to work more hours than normal.

so if his words weren’t enough to get that in your head, then maybe he’ll just fuck it into you.

you rest your chin on his shoulder, hands draped around him as he kept a tight grip on your waist, switching between forcing you down on his cock and ramming into you himself by dragging his hips up and down. he gnaws on your shoulder, engraving your skin with his teeth marks.

“i wonder where you learned how to speak to me like that, love…” he breathes softly. his voice still has that tinge of tenderness in it, but you knew he was at his limit from the way he has that bruising grasp on you.

referring to the demeaning words you called him during your little quarrel the other day, he continues, “would you like it too if i talked to you like that?” when you didn’t respond, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into making eye contact with him.

“answer.” his firm remark only turned you on, whining with a frail, “yes please.” at this point you weren’t even angry anymore— you were so needy and frustrated from the denial of release.

he chuckles, a smug smirk plastered across his face, single strands of his raven hair stuck on his forehead. “you really wanna know what i think about you?” he shifts his hips ever so slightly, knowing damn well it pushes you further into orgasm.

sighing, he cupped your cheek with his palm. “whore.” he tapped your cheek with force, not enough that it was painful, but it was degrading with no question. “slut.” he slaps your face again and grabs your cheeks, your lips puckering from the pressure.

he jerks up again, feeling him stretch you so deliciously that you couldn’t bare to hold it anymore, and suguru can tell. he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “cock hungry filthy girl,” he forces your face down to see with your own two eyes how fucking wet your pussy is for him despite swearing you hated him just hours ago.

letting go of your flustered face, you slurred, “please let me cum, suguru…” asking him in the first place was your first mistake, he only pressed his thumb onto your clit once more, taunting you.

he smiles, feigning innocence. “no.”

NANAMI

kento is a patient man. he considers himself grounded with his emotions, but something in the air today made him act more crass than he usually would in this situation.

long story short, you were being a little too friendly with gojo during the work dinner where everyone else could see, and it didn’t help that you were defending yourself instead of owning up to it when he brought it up on the way home.

it was embarassing for him— made him seem like a little bitch that some other man had his arm around you, whispering jokes against your ear while you giggled foolishly as if your husband wasn’t sitting across from you.

so you should’ve seen it coming that he wouldn’t just leave you off the hook when you got home.

it wasn’t long until your clothes are scattered all over the master’s bedroom, legs pinned against your chest as he pummeled into you, wet cunt clenching around him like you wanted this to happen.

the sheets were stained with puddles and splatters of your sweet release, his thighs and your pussy coated with a mix of his cum and your slick.

one, two, three, four orgasms? you couldn’t even count anymore. your cunt was drooling, stuffed full with his cum, it was impressive how he’s still drilling into you with such ease.

kento is pushing on the back of your thighs to keep your pussy wide open, your wrists bounded with his leopard tie that coiled around the headboard railing. “hah-“ he grunts, “dirty girl. you have no idea how much i wanted to fucking kill that idiot for even touching you.” he grits his teeth when he felt your walls squeeze onto him, his sweat dripping from his forehead down to your tummy.

your mind was so blank, every degrading word he’s saying seemed stifled, apparent by your eyes knocking to the back of your head and the drool trickling down the corner of your lip. the only thing leaving your mouth were moans of his name and curses, you were starting to see stars as the pit of your abdomen tightened, a sign that you’re close.

“kento— i- hahhh—” your attempt on a warning had no purpose as clear liquid gushed out of you, and the shock of your release rippled throughout your body, leaving you numb. kento only fucked into you deeper and rougher, his fat veiny cock pressing against your cervix.

“squirted again?” he’s laughing, followed by a groan when he felt that familiar twitch on his cock. “do you think gojo can make you squirt for him like this, hm?” that question was just plain vulgar, but he’s expecting an answer nonetheless.

you hold onto the silk restraining you, sniffling, “no… only you, sir.” your loving, tired tone only put him in the state of euphoria, closing his eyes shut as cum coated your cervix, keeping himself plugged into you.

as he pulled out, thick ropes of white, viscous fluid leaked out your hole and down your ass, taking a dollop to shove it in your mouth. you willingly take his fingers in between your lips, licking him clean.

you thought he was done this time— until he brought the fingers that were in your mouth down to your lower extremities, caressing your clit as he slid himself inside you once more. you sigh, “kento— i don’t think i can anymore…” every muscle in your body felt sore, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say that word to indicate you want this done and over.

he pretended he didn’t hear your pleas, rasping as he pried your legs further apart, resisting your reflex to close them, “remember this when you decide to fucking flirt with another man again, slut.”

TOJI

this has to have been the third or fourth breakup in a span of 2 years dating this man. it just proved that you weren’t compatible for each other and the differing types of communication you two were comfortable with were clashing in the worst ways possible.

you were over it and decided to end it officially— for good.

however, toji wasn’t ready to let you go that easily.

his familiar black sedan was parked on the curb in front of your house when your first date after being finally single dropped you off. and of course, trying to stand your ground, you tried to tell him that you were done. to leave you alone or you’ll call the authorities.

but as they say, old habits die hard.

somehow you both ended up in his back seat, bouncing on his cock like you weren’t just trying to kick him out your driveway.

how else would have this toxic relationship lasted this long anyways if it wasn’t for the sex?

he chuckles, your nipple squeezed in between his lips, “what were you trying to say again? you’ll get a restraining order?” you were holding onto the handle of the car door for leverage as he groped your tit and smacked it, fascinated at the way it jiggled.

you hiss at the sting, “stop talking.” your collarbones were still littered with his love marks from previous nights and he notices them, “did your date even get a kiss tonight?” he teases as he took a chunk of your ass, manipulating your hips to move swifter in speed.

it was difficult to talk when he keeps slamming you down to the base of his cock, the sound of your slick smacking on his pelvis. “god— what is it— to you?” the incoherence with your words only provoked a laugh out of your ex, he thought it was funny how desperate you were trying to move on when it’s obvious you’d always go back to him at the end of the day.

you bite your lower lip, worried that someone outside could hear, but would that really help when the way his car is shaking gives it away?

he sneers, pulling your shoulder to draw you against his chest, face so close to his that you can feel his breath. with one last thrust, you yelped, keeping the head of his cock nestled deep in your cunt. “it’s just sad, babe.” he pouts, “you didn’t even bother to invite that bastard inside your house and instead would rather fuck your ex? was the date that bad?”

your mind was hazed, nodding before reaching in for a longing kiss, toji smirking against your lips. the date wasn’t bad at all but it was kind of a dud too— it just didn’t hit the same. nothing can compare to this.

he struck your ass once before gripping onto it again, moving your hips in accordance to his thrusts, tears welling up in your eyes as his cock jabbed against your sweet spot over and over. pulling away from the kiss, you chant his name like a mantra, “toji, fuck, mm- m’ gonna cum”

toji grunts, “okay, love. make a mess on my cock.” the familiar rasp in his voice was what set you off, and he was waiting for you to recuperate a bit from your orgasm before pulling your hips down once more, cock balls deep as he emptied himself inside of you.

toji curses and moans your name as you lean down for another wet kiss, feeling his cum pool in the pit of your stomach.

parting, he breathes, “still thinking of getting that restraining order?”

CHOSO

choso already wasn’t having a good day for some odd reason. maybe the weather? didn’t matter either way. and of course, being the sweet girlfriend that you are, you tried your best to distract him from whatever was bothering him.

when warm food didn’t work, you tried turning on the tv, seeking for some sort of entertainment. well— you could say it worked in his favor, not because of what was on the screen, but because the boring ass movie was what brought you to the present.

your panties were peeled to the side as choso freely slid his long cock in and out of your hole with ease, his sweats just hanging below his waist, moaning at how warm you are around him. “oh yeah- mm- feels good,” he reveres, whimpering as he hovered over your face.

choso almost never initiates sex— you usually do, but oh does it feel ten times better when he’s pent up and uses you as an outlet to take his stress out on.

your facial expression was scrunched, pursing your lips from how deliciously you were being split in half. choso had one of your legs over his shoulder and him leaning down, which pushed your leg closer to your chest— allowed his cock to plunge into you in angles unimaginable, leaving your jaw hung open.

choso’s mauve eyes were piercing onto yours as he collects saliva in his mouth, then sticks his tongue out, the globe of his spit making it straight down your mouth. he forces your mouth close, “swallow, pretty.” watching you as his saliva made its way down your throat.

you caress his cheek, “use me, choso.” if this is what gets him out of whatever negativity he’s feeling then you’re willing to let him take it out on you.

pecking him on the small of his cheek, he sits up, finding leverage by grabbing onto your tits, groping on them while he thrusts into you with more impact, apparent by the sinful slapping noises that followed. you tuck your chin in to get a closer look of how he’s stretching you, watching as his spit lands on your clit, using two of his fingers to rub it in, reveling at the way its so puffy and just… so wet.

his other hand skimmed from your tit to around your neck, the pads of his fingers pressing on the side, making sure he doesn’t restrict your airways completely. he’s so fucking turned on by the way your face looks, eyes half lidded, lips swole and tinted from biting onto them so much.

you whine, voice faint from the hand around your throat. “so deep…” your leg was still over his shoulder, his cock hammering into you and right up against your g-spot.

“fuck, that’s it— take me in just like that, fuck—“ he was nearing his release, holding it in so you could go first, rushing through your orgasm by swiping your clit as he slacked his hips to give himself time. always so sweet even when handling you like this.

you were so cock drunk that your vision went stark, a huge weight lifting off your body when you let it all out, your slippery cunt making it easier for choso to go ahead and lodge his cock deep enough to jam his cum in, with the intent of not leaving a drop wasted.

he keeps himself wedged inside you, letting go of your leg and neck, tapping at your clit with his fingers for one last tease. you stuck your tongue out, choso grabbing your tear stained face.

“did that feel good, baby?” he asks and you nod sheepishly, unable to speak from his hold and your aching throat.

another ball of spit landed on your tongue and you swallow with that vulnerable look on your face. he chuckles, “what a nasty girl.”

[svt-nari]

cheolri jealous moments !

mainly cheol getting sulky when nari’s attention is on someone else.

nari’s birthday live !

nari was celebrating sitting on a table, in front of a decorated wall full of pictures of her, flowers, ballons and messages from her members. she had a cute little smile on her face and a cute “birthday girl” tiara on her head. her cake was butterfly shaped, with candles and a cute “our nabi day”.

she was radiant and really excited, babbling about her day to everyone. she even got the members to join the live, most of them commenting their birthday wishes to the young woman.

“they’ve been so nice to me, i got lots of gifts today!”, she said all excited, getting up to gather whatever she could of her gifts.

“so, jeonghanie, shua and kwanie sent me a huge bouquet and a breakfast basket today.”, she held them up, smiling at the camera. “hao made a beautiful painting for me.”, she proudly showcased the art hanging on her apartment’s wall. “and coupsie gave me a necklace!”

“junie, wonu, hoshi and woozi surprised me with lots of plushies and took me out for lunch today.”, she showed her phone to the live, a picture of the plushies on the screen. “also, dino took me to the stores and bought a bracelet to me, look!”, she showed her wrist to the camera, the silver piece glimmering on the camera.

“vernon bought me a new lego set too.”, she held the box up, smiling brightly. “i’ll probably build it with him! ah, kyeom and gyu also tagged along witn dino and i, they got me this bag and keychain – from gyu – and a new set of sanrio mystery boxes from seokminie! i’m gonna open them with you right now!”, she showed the six boxes to the camera, all which held mysterious collectible figures inside.

as nari started to open them, she also got back to reading the comments. most of the carats being excited and matching her enthusiasm with her gifts, though, some held the same question as cheol.

— hey! show my gift too 🥺

nari immediately laughed, cooing because of the emoji as she could picture her boyfriend’s pouting face.

“am i allowed to?”, she questioned, looking at the staff. they shrugged, so she took the item out of her shirt’s collar. “cheolie got me this beautiful necklace that i talked about…”

she got closer so the camera could see, a small ‘s+n’ engraved on it. the pendant was heart shaped, with a little diamond craved on the top. she had a shy grin on her face as she showed it, the comments going so fast that she couldn’t keep up with them.

— that’s better 😚 thanks

she just laughed, singing “jealousy coupsie” in a playful way.

the hug incident !

as the second day of the ‘be the sun’ tour in seoul happened, at the never-ending ‘aju nice’, nari and the members kept on jumping around with the crowd. they were interacting and taking pictures, some doing fan service and laughing as carats went crazy.

nari and mingyu were next to each other, with him shaking her by the shoulders while nari faced the audience with a fake annoyed expression – which turned in giggles in a matter of seconds. then, gyu grabbed her arm so they could jump together, the girl almost not being able to catch up with him due to the height difference.

as she grew tired, nari made a heart with him to which the hyper puppy almost immediately responded with the other half. she smiled and hugged the boy’s neck as he bent to her level, quickly skipping away from him to find another member.

the moments was displayed on the big screen, the crowd cheering louder. the other members watched it to see what made them so happy, chuckling when they saw the duo’s interaction. though, one of them had a big pout on his face and turned to the girl with a big scowl when she approached him.

“go hug the big puppy!”, he said, turning away from her, leaving a dumbfounded nari standing with her arms open and a disbelieving expression on her face. seokmin – who saw the whole thing – just laughed and hugged the girl, laughing even more when cheol hugged jun out of pettiness, all while looking at nari with his tongue showing.

nari x vogue !

nari had recently done a photoshoot with vogue and, to promote it, she took some backstage pictures to post after the release of the magazine. she had a beautiful no-straps white bra with a beige blazer and matching skirt, the underwear’s band appearing from the skirt’s waistband.

she posed in various positions, some more provocative and others more laid-back – getting hair and makeup done, doing silly faces and all. one in particular got everyone in a frenzy; nari on her knees with the blazer hanging from her shoulder and her head tilted to the side.

the moment the pictures were posted on her instagram, nari immediately got thousands of comments and likes, the post quickly becoming one of her most famous instagram posts.

though, not only the pictures were a reason for this post to go viral – no, the comment seungcheol left just added more fuel to the fire.

‘sound_of_coups i already saw it, you can delete it now 🥰’

the boys teased him endlessly for that, coups getting so flustered that he ended up deleting his comment instead.

play promotions !

nari was having her first ever solo music bank interview. she was being interviewed alongside enhypen and kept on smiling adoringly at the boys’ direction whenever they would speak. she was also having fun laughing at chaemin’s face whenever eunchae would tease him.

at some point though, ni-ki got off-frame to get something, quickly coming back with a beautiful bouquet just as heeseung stopped talking.

“we got a bouquet of flower to our nabi-noona.”, he held them towards her, his ears getting red as she got the bouquet from him and pinched his cheeks. “congrats on your solo debut, fighting!”

as he got back to place, yumi could be seen whispering “coups-nim is so gonna talk about it” to sunoo.

a few minutes later, a very sad seungcheol started to rant on weverse. people found it hilarious, he was so sulky just because nari pinched the boy’s cheek.

‘will i have to be in another group to be treated like that? i also sent her flowers 😶’

to which, hours later, nari responded with a picture of her pinching coups’ cheek and him smiling adorably to the camera, her expression being of a – fake – fed up person.

all rights reserved © svt-nari, 2023

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗕𝘆 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲

ㅤㅤㅤ···─BY YOUR SIDE with NOEMIE

ㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter from @yanderefarm

Summary: A rather annoying hunt got you hurt, yet again. Good thing that Noemie is always there. wc: 900+

tags: more sexual content, some dark content ig, fluff

Note: Soo a shorter one again, can believe I wrote so much today. Only Achilles left </3 Hope y'all enjoy.

You had a rather rough day, a group of young adults came in today, they seemed to be from a different city and only here for the ‘local legend’ wanting to see if it was really true. 

These bastards seemed to be rather smart, because they even came with weapons, if it was really true. Which you were, so the hunt you had on them was more sluggish, as you had a bullet buried in your abdomen. But you still managed to get them, well with the help of your lovely assistant, Noemie.

Who in the end was panicking as he saw the bleeding abdomen. It was rather late already, and for a short moment he didn’t know what to do, bring the bodies to the other’s as it was something you would want more than saving yourself, but you were his priority,  so simply threw the bodies onto a pile before he grabbed your much bigger hand into his and lead you to the rooms further back, that he renovated with the money of his family, well father. 

Noemie kind of had to threaten his father, as the older man was concerned for his son’s well being, but he also wanted him happy. So he rather reluctantly gave in, but since then the older man could see the way his son seemed brighter.

The smaller male urged you to sit down on the  toilet, while he ran you a bath. Since the renovation your appearance was cleaner than before, as he said it would be easier to go out and get more meat to sell, so you wouldn’t have to wait for people to stumble into your home.

He was giddy when he went out with you for the first time, without a bloody mask on your face, you blinking owlish at the house he brought you to, the home of his family.

You stood frozen in place, and as he wanted to pull you with him, he couldn’t move you even an inch. He wouldn’t tell you, but he saw it as your first official date.

Suddenly the tap of the bathtub shut off, making the room fill with silence. “I forgot I should treat your wound first– hold on,” Noemie said before quickly getting everything he needed to treat the bullet wound, while you waited you took off your mask and placed it beside you.

You’re not sure when it started, but you were comfortable enough to take your mask off around Noemie. You knew he took photos of you, as you recently found them under your shared bed and asking the other soon after, the embarrassment clear on the other’s face was rather amusing that day. But you didn’t say anything about it, as long as he didn’t show it to anyone.

It was also rather nice to have someone to talk to, you spend a lot of time with him now that he is on your hip like a conjoined twin, but there were still a few things that didn’t change, he was still jealous when you talked about the ‘premium meat’, while he was right with you. 

At your first meeting you were so dumbfounded by his words, that you simply just smacked his head, knocking him out. Since then he won’t stop to babble about if you don’t want him like that, you can simply take him in a different way.

Noemie came back with everything he needed, kneeling in front of you as he worked on the wound. You absentmindedly played with his hair, twirling it around your finger, before releasing it. Some grunts left you when it stung because of the alcohol that was poured onto your wound.

The time passed and soon your wound was closed and gauze wrapped around your abdomen. With a huff you looked at the filled bathtub, which now was rather useless with your stitches. “Do you want to take a bath?” You asked, Noemie who seemed to remember then.

“Oh– yeah so it wouldn’t be a waste,” he said, before he stripped right in front of you, your eyes trailing over his naked body taking every inch in. “Can you help me wash my back?” Noemie asked as he twirled his hair, his eyelashes batting at you. Of course he noticed you eyeing his body, and it did a great work on making his small dick stand up proud.

You only nodded, and so you sat beside the bathtub washing Noemie’s back, while the other enjoyed your attention on him, all the while he stroked his erect dick frantically trying to get off, while your hand was still on his body. “W-want your– fuc- ahh, cock–” Noemie whined, his hips slightly thrusting upwards chasing the feeling building up in his groin, before he came with a girlish moan.

Quickly you caught his slumping body, before you dried him off and drained the bathtub. With a huff you carried him to your shared bed, while your cock strained against your pants and underwear. 

But instead of Noemie or you sleeping that night, you ended up with Noemie riding your cock until you pumped your load two times into his hole, before he laid stuffed to the brim with your cock still buried deep inside of him on top of you, drifting off into a peaceful sleep. 

While you simply trailed your fingers over his naked back, before the sleep also took you into a rather peaceful night.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Enchant Me Chapter 1: I Was Enchanted to Meet You✨

Series Masterlist

A/N: I want to thank that purple house for giving me this whole idea in the first place, but reader and Joel are so soft in this series I’m crying 🥹 Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for listen to me babble my ideas and rant about how cute these two are in this series! We don’t have enough witchy, nature reader Joel fics, so thought I should make one ☺️✨🌙 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated, I always love hearing your feedback! 💜

Summary: Joel delivers a custom built table to a little house out in the middle of the woods, but he doesn’t realize he’s going to fall for the girl behind the doors of that small purple house. He falls head over heels for her special herbal tea, tarot card readings, and talks of nature and plants as he keeps going back to see her.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader (Fic is in both reader and Joel’s POV)

Word Count: 7.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: Soft Joel, lots of fluff, Joel falling in love, witchy reader, eventual smut in later chapters, plant and animal lover reader, lots of cute nicknames for reader

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

- Taylor Swift “Enchanted”

The spring breeze of April rustles through Austin as green leaves blow gently down the street, light streaks of sunlight glistening in the open shop as Joel finishes the final touches on a lilac handmade wooden side table. Tiny, intricate white flowers he’d hand painted cover the lilac material. Joel had no idea who he was making it for, he only saw the order request in the computer on his list of custom orders. Tommy must’ve talked to that particular customer when Joel was in the back crafting something.

As Joel finishes the final touches on polishing the little table, he yells for Tommy to come over. “Hey, Tommy. Who’s this order for? I just got finished, guess I can go ahead and deliver it today since we aren’t too busy,” he says as he stands up with a huff, placing a hand on his lower back as he gets up from the rough ground.

“Ahh, that one is for this sweet girl that came in a couple weeks ago. Kinda shy, quiet, but sweet as pie. Pretty thing, too. She sure talked a lot about nature,” Tommy laughs as he grabs the thick white notebook and gets your contact information out, handing Joel the address and name of the customer who had bought it.

Joel looks at it carefully as his eyes scan the address. “She lives out in the middle of nowhere,” Joel says as his eyebrows knit together.

“Yeah, all the way in Cedar Lake. Not too far, but that’s definitely not in the city. It’s only twenty minutes from here though. So, you want me to take it? I don’t mind,” Tommy replies as he leans to grab the notebook. Joel brings it out of his reach and clutches it to his chest.

“Nah, I’m the one that made it so I’ll be the one delivering it.”

“Suit yourself,” Tommy scoffs as he holds his hands up. “Tell her I said hello, will ya?”

“Sure,” Joel says as he grabs the paper with your name and address on it and shoves it down in the denim pocket of his dark jeans. He rolls his blue flannel sleeves up to his elbows and exposes tanned skin as he grabs up the table and loads it in the back of his white Chevy truck.

Once he’s inside and has the engine revved up, he pulls away from Miller’s Woodshop Creations and heads down the street, toward the direction of a long, gravel road that will take him to your place.

Cedar and oak trees fill the last half of the drive while deer scurry off from grazing in the grass as soon as they see Joel’s truck. The houses get thinner in this area, only one or two spread out with acres of land behind them. Joel keeps driving through the thick of the green, eyes trained on the narrow road ahead of him.

“Now who lives all the way out here?” Joel asks himself as his GPS stops him right as he pulls up to a single house that’s surrounded entirely by the woods.

He puts his truck into park and turns off the engine, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pocket. Just as he steps outside into the grass, a wild rabbit runs off into the opposite direction of him and a black raven caws and flies off into a tall cedar tree.

Whoever lives here must like animals a lot.

Joel carefully retrieves the furniture from the bed of his truck and grunts his way to the front door, making his way up the few wooden steps that lead him to the front door. When he sets the side table on the wooden porch, he takes in the outside of the house.

The house is painted a deep purple color with yellow wooden rails outlining the edge of the porch. All types of different floral plants of names he doesn’t know lines each side of the cobbled stone path that leads to the front of the house. Colorful stained glass windows are sprawled on the top windows as the bottom windows sit wide open for the warm breeze to seep into. It’s unique, a house like he’s never quite seen before. Now he needs to know who lives way out here in the middle of nowhere in a little purple house that’s stacked with plants.

He knocks on the sturdy purple door three times and stands back while he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, fidgeting with his fingers as he patiently waits. Before long, he hears the creak of the door opening and looks up to say his greeting.

“Hi, I’m from Miller’s Woodshop Creations and I came to…”

He stops when he takes in the sights of you as you open the door wide, stepping out onto the porch in a lilac colored sundress that goes down to the middle of your thighs, exposing long legs as the bodice hugs your hips perfectly. He gasps at the beautiful shades of your eyes. He’s never seen such beautiful eyes before, a color that reminds him of warm summer days and clover covered fields. Your hair is in soft curls, held back by a pink ribbon as you flash him a smile that can knock him down to his knees. He thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking. The most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Oh! My little table I ordered. I had no idea it was finished! Let me see it,” you say excitedly as he steps out of the way and lets you bend over to analyze the table.

You rake your fingers over the smooth, polished wood and carefully trace the edges of the hand painted white flowers that cover the surface of the table. It’s so beautiful, exactly what you were looking for when you placed the order. You were afraid they wouldn’t see the vision you were going for, but this was exactly what you wanted. It was perfect.

“This is incredible! Exactly what I pictured it to be. Who made this?” you ask incredibly as you hover over the top of the smooth wood.

“I did,” he says nervously behind you.

You drop your hands and push yourself off the porch, turning to take in the man who made this himself. “You made this?” you ask quietly.

“Mhm. Just finished it up today,” he answers, his eyes locking on yours as he nods his head up and down slowly.

“Oh, well it’s exactly what I wanted! It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he says with a Southern accent that stops you in your tracks.

Sweetheart. You like the sound of that a lot.

“And you are?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, curiosity swirling in your eyes at the handsome gentleman who stands in front of you.

“Oh, sorry. My name’s Joel. Joel Miller.” He holds his arm out, waiting for you to take his hand patiently, his eyes flicking over yours carefully. You slowly place your hand in his and shake.

You almost gasp when you feel his calloused fingers close over yours. He feels like magic, like shooting sparks are flying in his soft brown eyes as he holds your hand in his. You’ve never had this reaction shaking a man’s hand before. This feels… different. The magic dies as soon as he drops his hand, and you almost reach for his hand again just to feel that buzzing sensation through your body that was there when his hand was in yours.

“Miller. Is Tommy Miller your brother?” you ask with a curious smile.

“Yes, ma’am. He helps me run the shop.”

“Oh, I see. Well, Joel, I’m glad it was you that brought this by for me today,” you smile gently, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him as he blushes and pushes a hand through his tousled curls nervously. You think he’s absolutely beautiful.

“It was no trouble. And your name? I didn’t catch your name, darlin’.”

Darlin’. There he goes again with the little nicknames. You wish he’d never stop. He could just keep going. He could call you anything he wanted to, and you’d let him. As long as he came back here again.

You tell him your name, and he repeats it like honey dripping off the tip of his tongue. It sounds beautiful the way he says it. Like sweet tea that simmers in your soul. It sounds all lilty and dreamy, and you decide then that you do want to see him again.

“That’s a pretty name,” he says softly as his lips curl up into a dreamy smile that almost takes your breath away.

“Oh, uh - thank you,” you smile in return.

You take in his full features now. See the way his eyes shine like caramel in the warm sun that glazes over them, see the dark brown flecks mix with warmer colors to make the prettiest soft brown eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. His skin is tan like gold, his broad shoulders filling out the blue button-up flannel shirt that presses firmly to his strong chest. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as they expose thick veins that cascade down his arms to end in big, thick hands. Hands you’d like to hold on more than one occasion.

And his smile. God, his smile sends your insides spiraling. He’s so fucking beautiful, and you hope he’ll stay for tea. Maybe, just maybe he’ll want to try your famous hibiscus herbal tea.

Please, stay.

“Here, let me put this inside for you. It’s a little heavy, so don’t want you to try to lift it,” he says adamantly as he bends over and scoops up the little side table in his arms.

You open the door wide for him and watch him walk through the entrance as you point to your cream colored couch that sits up against the soft pastel purple colored walls. “Just right next to the couch will be fine, thank you,” you say as you watch his biceps cling to his flannel shirt, watching the way his back muscles pull against his shirt to expose thick muscles that you’d kill to run your fingers down.

He’s so gorgeous.

When he sets down the table on the dark wooden floor, he takes in your little living space. He examines your white shelf that holds purple orchids, different colored carnations, and potted hanging plants whose vines spill over the edges fluidly.

Next, he notices the windowsill that has amethyst and pink quartz crystals lined against the edge as a stack of flower tarot cards lay against the crystals. He takes in the bright colors of your kitchen as the sunlight beams through the open windows as robins chirp their melodious songs outside the window. Lavender and white tulips encase the edges of the light colored wooden countertop as it overflows with various herbs that stack neatly together.

The air smells dewy-fresh as the aroma of flowers and tea fill the air. You watch Joel take in his surroundings carefully and see his lips part open just slightly as he spins in a slow circle. You lean against the wooden countertop and rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you watch him dreamily. He’s just so handsome, so intriguing, so curious.

As he turns back your direction, you straighten up and try to act normal, but it’s so hard around him. So very hard. “You uh, you sure like flowers don’t ya?” he asks as you blush from the question.

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask nervously as he comes over and leans against the opposite side of the counter, staring up into your eyes as he gently smiles.

“No, s’not a bad thing. Just I haven’t seen a house quite like yours before. It’s very… unique what you’ve done to the place,” he says as his eyes skate across your lit up kitchen.

“Well, I’m a unique person,” you giggle out, letting the single pearl necklace bounce along your tan chest.

“I can see that,” he smiles as his eyes skate down your lilac sundress, gulping when you see him rake his eyes over your full breasts and down your curvy hips and smooth thighs. You suck in a breath when his warm eyes land back on yours as you watch the sunlight trickle warm golden colors against his gentle brown eyes.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Purple your favorite color?” he asks as he examines the soft colored walls in your kitchen.

“How could you tell?” you ask as a soft giggle echoes around the small living space.

“I’m good at observations,” he says with a smirk that pulls at the corners of his mouth.

Oh, this one is gonna be a tease. You just know it.

“You live out here alone?” he asks as he walks around the counter, dragging his finger along the wooden edges as he stares at the purple orchids that lay across your wide open kitchen window.

“Yeah, it’s just me and my flowers. Also, my cat, Oliver. He’s probably outside hunting mice or something,” you laugh.

“Ahh. I see.”

You watch the way he furrows his eyebrows at the flowers, looking at them as if he’s trying to figure out what they are. Somehow you think he doesn’t know a lot about plants. Maybe you could teach him.

“Orchids,” you say as you walk up next to him, laying your hand on the wooden counter as you place your eyes on the vibrant deep purple colors of the flowers.

“Huh?” he asks as turns around and faces you.

“These are orchids.” You nod your head to the lush flowers, and an understanding grunt comes from deep within his chest.

“Oh, I see. They’re pretty,” he says as he drops his hand back to the counter. His pinky finger drags along the side of yours, and you feel hot fire run through your fingertips.

You drop your hand and watch him take a step back, eyes melding into yours as the sunlight bursts through his brown irises. You can’t help but to fall for him right then. This man was going to make you pull out the tarot cards, see if love was in your near future. With him.

He shifts his weight and leans into the edge of the counter, contemplating his next actions. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t take up anymore of your time. It was nice to meet you,” he says as he starts to walk toward the front door.

You freeze, almost choke up as the words run dry in your throat. “Wait!” It comes off desperate, loud, and you think you just ruined your chances with him. He turns back around with his eyebrows raised, maybe even alarmed that you almost screamed at him.

“Tea? Do you like tea?” you ask, desperate for him to stay a little longer. You want him, need him to stay just a few more minutes. You want to get to know this man, maybe want to give him a tarot reading, if he wanted one.

“Tea? ‘Course I do. Why do you ask?” He knits his eyebrows together as if he’s concentrating a little too hard on you, and you gulp at the sight of those gorgeous flecks of brown staring back at you.

“Will you stay for tea? I just picked some fresh herbs from the garden, and it’s the least I can do for having you deliver my furniture for me. Please,” you say as you nod to your cream colored couch, asking him to sit while you prepare the tea.

He flicks his eyes over the smooth material of the couch and back at you as his eyes blaze into yours. “Sure, darlin’. I’d love to,” he says as he moves to the couch and sits down gently as his body presses against the soft material. You have to avert your eyes from his large thighs that pull against the dark material of his jeans.

He’s so fucking broad and muscular. He was going to get you into trouble if you were already practically drooling at his Southern charm and good looks.

You smile and get to work chopping up lavender and rosemary herbs as you mix them together with elderberries and hibiscus flowers while you pour almond milk and a dash of water together. Everyone loves your herbal teas, you just hoped Joel would, too.

“So, is this one of your specialities or somethin’? You sure do have a lot of herbs and teacups around,” he says as he assesses your china cabinet full of floral tea cups and fine china that you’ve been collecting for years. Call it a hobby or an addiction, but you’ve been making tea for as long as you can remember. That’s why you have your own tea shop just a few miles down the road. A business you’ve loved every since you got to open your little shop a few years ago.

“Something like that,” you giggle as you continue mixing the various ingredients together in a large glass pitcher. “I actually own my own little tea shop a few miles down the road. It’s called Starlight’s Corner.”

“Starlight’s Corner, huh? Strange, I’ve never heard of it. Where is it located?” he asks as he leans his elbows against his knees and places his hands under his chin, eyes focused on you. You try not to blush as he watches you mix together the tea, but you fail to no avail.

“It’s just off Fourth Street, right next to a little boutique. You can’t miss it.”

“Wait, that’s not too far from my shop. I guess I’ll have to come check it out sometime,” he says with a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“Yeah, guess you should.”

After mixing the ingredients together and throwing a dash of sugar in there, you pour two glasses of the floral sweet smelling tea and walk over to him slowly. You hand him a glass and when he takes it your fingers brush up against his, causing you to jolt your hand back as purple liquid splashes over the side of the cup and lands on top of Joel’s denim covered thigh.

You gasp and set your own drink down on the glass coffee table as you run to grab a towel from the kitchen. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, really I’m so sorry,” you apologize hurriedly as you go back over and hand him the dark hand towel, your face beat red with embarrassment as you say sorry another five times.

“Darlin’, relax. It’s alright. It’s just a little spill. Nothing I can’t handle,” he says as he hushes you, circling his hand over your wrist as all worries seem to vanish at his soft touch.

Your breathing calms as you relax your shoulders, his fingers still pressed firmly around your wrist as you feel every single callous that covers his thick fingers. It’s soothing, relaxing, mind numbing as he stares up at you with those warm brown eyes of his, his chest rising and falling calmly as his other hand presses the towel to his damp thigh. And suddenly it’s like you’re in the middle of your lush garden outside, smelling the sweet scents of wildflowers and fresh air as you breathe in his mahogany scent. He smells like fresh wood and pine trees, a scent you could get completely lost in, drown in.

He suddenly drops his fingers from your skin, and it’s like you wake up from a trance. You want him to touch you again, you want to feel the flames that ignite your skin every time he traces his calloused fingers along your soft, silky skin. You want to know what he tastes like, what he sounds like if your lips ever pressed up against his soft, plush lips.

You shake your head out of your lovesick daze and grab your glass of tea as you go around to the other side of the couch and sit down next to him, just inches from your thigh meeting his. You watch him towel off the damp spot on his thigh, rubbing the material harshly as he calls it good and sits the now damp towel on the coffee table.

“Joel, again, I’m so sorry. Let me…”

He holds his large hand out and silences you as your voice stops cold. “Sweetheart, ya gotta stop aplogizin’. Really, it’s fine,” he presses as he goes to grab the half filled glass of tea. He grips it in his large hand and brings it close to his plush lips.

“I hope you like sweet tea,” you say before he takes a sip, hopeful that he won’t hate it.

“If it’s as sweet as you, I’m sure I’ll love it,” he smiles.

Your cheeks flush crimson as you take in the compliment and watch him bring the rim of his glass up to his lips, throwing back his head as you watch the hibiscus tea run slowly down his throat. You watch the way the liquid pulls at his lips, watch the way the veins in his neck bulge and flex as he drinks it down. You can’t help but lick your parched lips as you watch him gulp the liquid down. You wonder what it’d feel like to hang on his lips like that, wonder how it’d taste to run your tongue along his soft, inviting lips.

He tilts his head back up and sets the now almost empty glass back on the table as he licks his lips and smiles sweetly over at you. “Darlin’, how did I not know you had a tea shop so close to my store? This is the best tea I’ve ever had in my entire life,” he muses as you smile over at him in wonder.

“Really? You really liked it that much?” you ask with wide eyes glazing over his big brown eyes that you want to get lost in.

“Mhm. I mean it when I say that was the best glass of tea I’ve ever had,” he says as he nods his head. “Especially when it’s from a gorgeous girl like yourself,” he blushes.

Gorgeous? Oh. He called you gorgeous.

“Oh, stop,” you laugh as you stand and grab his glass up. “You want some more? I have plenty.”

“Absolutely,” he nods.

You pad your bare feet into the kitchen and find Oliver sitting at the edge of the window. His large green eyes hover over at Joel and his calico markings dance in the sunlight as he creeps into the kitchen and slowly makes his way over to Joel, inspecting the newcomer in his house.

“This must be Oliver?” Joel asks as he bends over and pets Oliver as he rubs against Joel’s leg. You giggle to yourself as that’s a sign Oliver likes someone. Looks like Joel is now welcome in his humble abode after all.

“Yep, that’s sweet Oliver. I think he likes you,” you giggle as you watch him scratch the clean fur on his back, hearing Oliver’s loud purrs echo into the open kitchen.

“Looks like it,” he chuckles out. The sound is so warm, inviting as it reverberates through his chest. It’s a sound you’d like to hear around here more often, a sound you could get used to fast.

“You have any pets, Joel?” you ask as you pour more delicious liquid into his glass and saunter back over to him, setting it on the table as to not spill anymore tea on him.

“Can’t say that I do. Never really was a cat person, but for some reason this one seems to like me,” he says as Oliver rubs up against his leg and jumps up into your lap the moment you sit down.

“Hmm, guess he has a good sense of judgement,” you wink at him, watching him nervously run a hand through his tousled dark curls. You want to run your hands through his curls, down his patchy beard that’s sprinkled with salt and pepper grey. He looks to be in his mid forties, an older man who you’d love to get to know better.

“How ummm, how old are you, sweetheart?” he asks as he drags his thick fingers through his patchy scruff, ending at his chin as he drops his hand gently back to his lap.

“Twenty-nine. And yourself?” you ask as you cock an eyebrow up at him.

“Forty-three,” he answers nervously as if to await a harsh judgement his way. You have no issue with an older man though. You wouldn’t even mind if he was your same age, you just wanted to know him. You were intrigued by his charm and creative hands.

“Forty-three, huh?” you ask as your eyes flick up and down him, memorizing his lean jaw and the way his fingers lightly flex in his lap when he has his eyes fixed on you. You were starting to read him well. He was nervous, maybe a little shy around the edges, but you definitely saw that he was nervous about his age. He shouldn’t be.

“Yeah, I’m an old man,” he jokes as his cheeks turn slightly pink from nerves.

“Nah, you’re definitely not old,” you confirm. “If you were old, you wouldn’t have been able to carry that table in for me,” you smile.

“Forty-three ain’t too old for ya?” he teases, but his eyes focus intently on you, needing to know he had a chance. And he definitely had a chance.

“No, it’s the perfect age,” you smile shyly.

He laughs and shakes his head, making a stray curl fall against his forehead. Without even thinking, you take your hand and push it back out of his eyes and feel just how silky smooth his hair really is.

His lips part open as you realize just how close to his face you are now, just a couple inches from his plush lips that probably taste of velvet. Your heart speeds up as you stare into his beautiful eyes, seeing every single golden brown fleck that glistens like galaxies in his eyes. You feel your hand drop to his chest, feel him lean forward as you inhale that woodsy scent that draws you to him. You’re so close, so close to a taste of heaven you so desperately want to reach.

When you realize just what you’re doing, you push back from him and put some distance in between the two of you as you catch your breath and come back down to reality. You almost kissed him. Why the fuck did you stop? You take a large drink of your tea and let the floral flavors float down your throat, hoping it’ll cool off your flushed cheeks as you feel fire burn through your core.

Get a hold of yourself. You just met this man.

Joel clears his throat and shifts his weight on the couch, grabbing his glass as he takes another generous gulp of the purple tea. Oliver sits across the room now and stares in between the two of you, meowing as even he feels the connection in the quiet room.

Joel clears the air as the heated moment disappears for the time being. “So, you’re a flower girl, huh?” he asks as his eyes gaze around the room at all your colorful hanging pots of flowers and plants that line the walls.

“How could you tell?” you ask with a flirtatious gleam in your smile.

“Oh, you know. Lucky guess,” he smirks as you feel your insides coat with warmth.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you giggle. “I have an entire garden out in the backyard, too. Actually, more like an enchanted forest, but you know. You’d have to see it to believe it.”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna show it to me?” he asks as a smile curls against his lips, making a dimple appear that nearly brings you to your knees. He’s so pretty that it hurts.

“If you want me to,” you say through long lashes that fan out for him.

He chuckles lightly and nods. “C’mon then. Show me,” he says as he stands and reaches for your hand. You’re hesitant at first, but he keeps it extended and nods down at his hand. “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you want to show me.” That’s all the encouragement you need.

You take his hand as he helps you up, feeling his calloused fingers close around yours as he pulls you off the velvety surface. He keeps his hand latched around yours until you make it to the back door, feeling a sigh escape your lips as his warmth leaves your hand the moment he drops his fingers from yours. His hand in yours felt so good, it felt right.

You slide on a pair or sandals and lead him down your back porch, past the flowing stone fountain where birds are sitting getting drinks and ruffling their feathers as they bathe in the cool water. You lead him down a winding stone path and watch as he follows close behind.

You trail your fingers on some tall standing cedar trees and push past a small field of sunflowers, watching as the golden finches hang on the flower stems and feed on the seeds. You look behind you and see Joel looking all around him as he takes in the sights of crowded red rose bushes and white tulips that sit side by side as their colors paint each other crimson and white.

“Where are you taking me?” he laughs as he follows close behind.

“You’ll see,” you smile back at him as you grab ahold of his wrist and whisk him to the left, nearing your favorite spot in the place you call your enchanted forest.

As you round a small corner and go through a vine wrapped awning, you pull him into the middle of a large circular field that has rows and rows of different colored wildflowers that scatter across the entire field. Beds of strawberries, grape vines, and all types of various herbs have their own raised beds. Lavender, white lilies, purple irises, and different types of carnations display every which was as the sound of the rushing stream that sits behind a forest of trees carries through the wind. This is home to you.

You spin around and find Joel looking dazed as he takes in his surroundings. He runs his large hands across the growing lavender as he lets his fingers dwindle on the green stems, looking carefully over everything that sits in front of him. He looks to be in awe.

“Welcome to my little place I call my enchanted forest,” you say as you continue staring at him as he slowly turns your direction, releasing his fingers from the lavender that sways slowly in the spring air.

“Did you grow all this?” he asks with wide eyes as you see a Monarch butterfly land softly on the side of his sleeve.

“I did. Took me a little over a year to get everything going, but I think it turned out nicely.”

You walk over in front of him and hold your finger out to the butterfly, watching it come to you as it crawls over your index finger, letting you hold it carefully in your hand as you smile and say hello to the beautiful butterfly.

“Beautiful creatures, aren’t they?” you smile, watching it flap its bright orange wings as it flies off in the direction of some pink wildflowers.

You turn slowly to Joel, and he’s just standing there staring at you as if he’s stuck in a trance. His golden brown eyes gaze into yours as his lips part just the slightest. “Yeah, they are,” he says quietly. But he’s not looking at the butterfly anymore, he’s looking at you. You feel your cheeks burn hot at the way he’s looking at you. He makes you feel so nervous yet so beautiful at the same time. It’s strange, really. Nothing you’ve experienced before.

“Did you know they’re the state insect of Texas?” you say proudly as you pick up a fallen lavender rose off the ground.

“No, I didn’t know that. Fascinating,” he says awestruck, his voice quiet again as his eyes never waver from yours.

You twirl the purple rose in your hand and smile down at it as your fingers brush over the soft, velvety petals. Lavender roses mean enchantment, wonder, and love at first sight. You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you walk over to Joel and slip the rose inside the pocket on his blue flannel shirt, accentuating his look as he looks down and runs his finger over the flower.

“You know, all roses have different meanings, depending on their color,” you say as you rock on your heels, your hands behind your back as you play with your fingers nervously.

“Oh, what’s this color mean?” he asks as he runs another finger over the soft petals.

“It means enchantment, wonder, and admiration,” you smile, leaving the love at first sight out as you feel the sun warm your rosy cheeks.

His eyes look up into yours as a small smile curls against his lips, his eyes lighting up like warm honey that you want to drown in. “Enchantment, is that right?” he asks as he takes a step closer to you, his leather boots meeting the edge of your open sandals as you suck in a breath.

“That’s right,” you say quietly, eyes never leaving his warm colored irises.

“Well, you sure enchanted me, sweetheart,” he smiles, his eyes staring straight into yours as you feel warmth overwhelm all your senses.

You enchanted him.

You break his gaze and look down shyly, unable to say anything to that sentence except just to blush and turn around so he doesn’t see the ridiculous smile that’s covering your face. Turns out he enchanted you, too.

“Come here, I want to show you something else,” you say as you lead him over to the large white trellis walls where blackberry vines trail along the ladder. You fill your hands with the deep colored blackberries and tell Joel to follow your lead.

He looks at you with knitted eyebrows as you tell him to be quiet and watch his step. You take him to the edge of the woods where the trees are thick and tall, a sea of green sprawled out in front of you as you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, calling to the family of deer that usually greet you every evening.

“What are you doin’, darlin’?” he asks quietly as he leans up against the smooth bark of a tall cedar tree.

“Why don’t you take a look?” you smile as you nod your head in the direction of the woods. He straightens up as he watches the pack of deer walk cautiously out into the open as they gather around and greet you.

“Hey there, guys. You hungry?” you ask as you hold your hand out for them to come up to. They come all at once, their reddish-brown coats glistening in the sun as their long legs patter lightly against the green grass. Their wet noses kiss your skin as they eat the berries slowly out of the palm of your hand. You giggle as their wet noses tickle your skin.

Joel stares in wonder, his eyes focused on you as you laugh and smile as each of the deer take berries from your hand. He watches how happy you are as you reach out your open palm and stroke gently over their backs, amazed that wild deer allow you to touch them.

He watches how your eyes light up each time one of the females rub their head gently against the middle of your arm, watches the way you interact and speak to them as if they’re human themselves.

He’s smitten with your smile. That damn beautiful smile that takes the breath from his lungs. And God, he thinks he’s falling in love. He’s never seen someone quite like you before. You’re so soft, so gentle. Almost as if you’re a delicate rose yourself.

You catch him watching you with the daze of his warm eyes, a soft smile etching the corner of his mouth as he stares at you. It’s like he’s in a trance, and it makes you tingle with pure delight inside.

“Joel, come here,” you instruct as you nod your head and call him over.

“Oh, no I couldn’t,” he says timidly as he leans harder against the tree. You’re not letting him get off that easily.

“Joel, please. Just give me your hand.” You reach for him and take his hand in yours, leading him over carefully to the family of deer. He doesn’t pull his hand away, he just keeps his fingers tightly closed over yours.

“Here, wanna feed them?” you ask as you scatter some blackberries in his calloused hands. He slightly hesitates at first, but then he eases up as he holds his hand out and lets one of the females eat out of the palm of his hand. You watch him carefully as his face relaxes, his shoulders lowering as his hand lays flat with the berries inside them. Another deer comes over and starts grazing out of his hand, and you swear you see a little twinkle in his brown eyes.

“I think they like you,” you giggle, watching the way they crowd around him just like they do with you.

“I’ve never fed wild deer before. It’s… well, it’s…”

“Amazing.” You finish his sentence for him as he nods his head up and down.

“Exactly that,” he replies.

When the blackberries are gone, you gently take his hand in yours and reach his arm out, showing him how to pet them the right way so they’ll remember him and want to come back later. You keep your hand on top of his and guide it along the soft fur as one of the females lets you stroke the top of her head. You drop your hand from Joel’s and watch him still trail his hand up and down the deer’s side, seeing the way a soft smile spreads across his face.

“There you go. You’re a natural,” you beam as his honey eyes meet yours, sending a wave of bliss down your entire body.

He just shakes his head and chuckles out a deep laugh. “I swear, it’s like you’re Snow White. You’re really somethin’ special, aren’t ya?” he asks as his eyes sink into the pits of your soul.

Special. He thinks you’re special.

“Thank you for thinking that,” you giggle shyly. “I just know how to get in touch with nature. It’s one of my favorite places to be,” you say with a sing-song voice as you tilt your head and take in the splashes of warm sun against your skin.

Joel just watches dreamily as you close your eyes and take in the sun. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, knows just how special you are. He thinks he knew the moment he laid his eyes on you.

When all the deer have left, you give him a tour of your grand garden, telling him all about your favorite flowers and take him down to the edge of the stream as little minnows swim around the middle of the clear water. When you start to lead him back to the house, he starts up light conversation again.

“You really are an expert on nature, aren’t ya? Anything from flowers to planting herbs to animals. You’re really quite somethin’,” he says mesmerized as he stops on the edge of the porch and lingers his hand next to yours, grazing his thumb lightly against the back of your hand as you feel the sparks light up like a million fireworks going off at once. It’s warm, feels safe, makes you feel alive as you trail your pinky finger against his. You want to dance in the flames, let the orange sparks ignite your soul as they take you down to devour you whole.

“You think so?” you smile, watching his honey glazed eyes trail over yours.

“Mhm. Just like a little garden fairy,” he teases as he traces his calloused fingers down your jawline slowly. “Gonna have to teach me more, enchantress,” he whispers as his fingers drop from your jawline, your face burning with desire as you beg to be touched by him again.

Enchantress. The word echoes through your mind as his Southern drawl crashes through your ears. Enchantress, you repeat back to yourself. He’s so sweet, just like the honey that swims in his captivating eyes.

“I’d like that,” you swallow as nerves build in your chest.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens up a blank contact page on the lit up screen, handing it to you so you can type in your phone number. You take the phone from his hands and dance your fingers over the keyboard, putting a fairy emoji next to your name as you push save. You hand it back over to him as he slides it back into the pocket of his jeans.

The sun starts to set as colors of deep purple, bright orange, and dark pink paint the sky red as the sun slowly slips beneath the fluffy clouds. He rakes a hand through his tousled curls and nods your direction as he steps down the porch steps. You wish he’d stay for dinner, but you should probably let him get back home.

“It was nice meeting you, darlin’.” He says your name slowly as it drips off his tongue like sweet molasses, sending butterflies flitting through your stomach. “You gonna save some of that sweet tea for me next time?”

Next time. That means there will be a next time. Another day with Joel Miller sipping on your herbal tea as you teach him all about your favorite things. It sounds absolutely magical.

You smile gently at him and shake your head. “I’ll have a pitcher waiting for you,” you promise.

He chuckles as a smile splays against his gorgeous face, painting his eyes the color of hazelnut coffee. So fucking beautiful. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it.”

He turns and walks back to his Chevy truck, but before he makes it he turns around and gives you one more long, waning glance. His eyes full of admiration. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” you whisper back to him, letting the soft wind carry your voice over to him. He gives you one more lingering smile and then walks away. You watch him start the engine and watch as the his headlights disappear through the trees, down the gravel road that’ll lead him back home.

You turn and slide down your porch, leaning your elbows against the edge of your lilac dress as you let out the longest sigh you’ve ever breathed out of your mouth. Oliver comes up and brushes up against your hip, meowing as he stares up at the lingering dirt in the air from Joel’s truck.

“Yeah, Oliver, I think I like this one, too,” you sigh, daydreaming about the next time you’ll see those dreamy brown eyes of his again.

Joel lays in his bed that night, twirling the lavender colored rose between his fingers, inhaling the scent of fresh gardens, sweet smelling flowers, and you. He’s already memorized your exact smell. You smell like rose petals, lilacs, and sweet tea. It’s intoxicating, a fragrance he can’t seem to get out of his head.

And your smile. God, that sweet smile you give him makes him a weak man. He could never say no to you as long as you fluttered those long, dark eyelashes up at him as you flash him that beautiful smile. The one that makes his heart swell in his chest. He can’t wait to see you again. Just the thought of him pulling you in his arms with that form fitting lilac sundress sends chills down his spine. Joel Miller is not one to fall easily, but for you it might be as easy as putting one foot in front of the other.

He places the soft purple rose on his mahogany bedside table and takes a picture as his camera flashes over the rose. He pulls up your name and attaches the picture with a cute little message.

Please, don’t mess this up, Joel. She’s too perfect.

Your phone chimes on your cream painted nightstand, and you roll over in your queen sized bed, taking the lilac sheets with you as you reach for your iPhone. You see a number you don’t recognize on the lit up screen and slide the lock open. Your heart jolts as soon as you see the picture of the lavender rose on his nightstand, the words take your breath away. It’s him, Joel.

Joel: Thanks again for the rose, little enchantress.

You melt as you read the text over and over and over again. Little enchantress. The nickname nearly makes you fall out of bed with how sweet it is. You text him back a couple minutes later.

You: You’re so very welcome. You’re always welcome to come get some more. My garden is always open.

You end the text with a smiley face and a rose emoji, setting your phone back on the nightstand after pushing send and then hug the silky purple pillow to your chest.

He kept the rose you gave him. He kept the rose. He was thinking about you just like you were thinking about him.

You turn again in your silky lilac sheets and inhale the soft vanilla candles that burn in the corner of your room. The gentle breeze of night slips through your cracked window and blows the sheer white curtains to the side. Shadows dance across your lilac covered walls, and it almost looks like two people slow dancing in the moonlight. You pretend it’s you and Joel, dancing under the moonlight as he pulls you close and grazes his lips against yours, pretend his hands envelop yours as his calloused fingers graze the edges of your face.

You turn back around and close your eyes, wishing for dreams of dark eyes and tousled curls. Joel, Joel Joel. You were all his, all for the taking. He just needed to come sweep you off your feet, and you’d be his. You already knew, he was the one you wanted, the one you’d been wishing for for your entire life. He was the one.

Joel was the one.

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[holylulusworld]

Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2) - Flufftober 18

Summary: Logan and you. A match made in...

Pairing: Wolverine (Logan Howlett) x Plussized (short) Reader

Warnings: grumpy Wolverine (you know him), sunshine reader, plus-sized reader, flirty Wolverine, implied smut

A/N: Please consider that I write for the taller version of Wolverine from the movies, not the comics.

Catch up here: Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

You whine and tug at Logan’s wrist. “You promised that you'd try to have more fun and to be open for suggestions. No more grumpy face for today.”

“I promised to leave the mansion more often. I did not agree on sitting at a café and sipping tea like a grandfather,” he grumbles under his breath while staring at the tiny cups they serve at your favorite café.

“I hate to break it for you, but—” you giggle and pat his thigh. “You are a grandfather, baby. You’re older than the professor. Not that I’d mind, Wolvie.”

“What? I—” He growls low in his throat. “If we weren’t in public, I’d bend you over my knee and slap your ass until you’d beg me to stop.”

“Aw, I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you run your hand over his thigh. “You’re manly and have lots of experience in life. I like it when you talk about the past.”

“The parts I remember,” he huffs and glares at the tiny cup again. “Why do they only have tiny cups? The cup looks like my hand is about to eat it.”

You giggle again. Logan can be funny if he wants to. “That was funny! See, you made your first joke of the day.”

“Pipsqueak, I wasn’t joking,” Logan grumbles. He hates the tiny cups and the fancy atmosphere. Your boyfriend (or not boyfriend because he still hates to put a label on your relationship) likes the simple things in life. “These cups are tiny. No one can even hold them.”

“I can,” you pout and look at the cup in your hand. “See!” You lift the cup, making Logan chuckle.

“Of course, you can hold it,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Because you’re my cute little pipsqueak.”

“Hey, I’m not that small,” you bite back before sipping at your cup. “It’s not my fault everyone else is taller than I.”

Logan smirks that irresistible smirk he reserves only for you. He looks you up and down and hums. “I can’t deny; I love that you’re my tiny pipsqueak. I can just carry you around and pin you to the mattress.”

“Logan,” you tut, and look around the café. “Not so loud. What will people think if you say things like that?”

“They will know,” he whispers in your ear, “that I love to do unspeakable things to you anytime and anywhere, pipsqueak. They’d love to hear that I make you scream my name all the time.”

You feel the heat creep into your cheeks. “Logan,” you murmur his name. The last thing you want is for anyone to know you turn into a babbling mess for your boyfriend.

“Sorry,” he flashes you a smile and cups your face. “You’re just too cute when flustered, Y/N.” Logan presses a quick on your lips, smirking when you eagerly kiss him back. “My sweet pipsqueak still gets all hot and bothered when I talk dirty to her.”

“Logan!”

Logan moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing hard. “You wanted me to have more fun, didn’t you?” He purrs your name while moving his hand between your legs. “How about we pay for the tea and have some fun in the backseat of my truck?”

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[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 3 - Jimmy Darling

"Kiss"

Words: 617 (short n' sweet)

Summary: Reader wants to knit sweaters for her castmates for Christmas, forcing Jimmy to help her. She gets annoyed. (inspired by a suggestion by @melsimps)

A/N: sorry its so short and pretty much ass I was writing a paper. I might edit the whole thing tmr tbh

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“Is this a joke?”

She looked up from the bundles of yarn around them, tilting her head to the side, “A joke?”

Jimmy scowled, holding up his hands, “Do I look like I can knit?”

“I’m not asking you to knit,” Y/N giggled, plopping a ball of yarn onto his lap, “I’m asking you to help me knit,” 

“Gee, how wonderful,” he said sarcastically, however, he did not make any moves to leave. He instead held up the yarn, allowing his love to set up the strings and the needles, “So what are we knitting?”

“We?” she mused.

Jimmy huffed, “Yes, we. I am holding the yarn, therefore, I am knitting this as well,”

“I don’t think that’s how this works, Jimmy,”

“It does. I said it does,” the corners of his lips curled into a soft smile, leaning towards her and puckering his lips.

“No time for kisses,” Y/N replied, brows furrowed as she focused on her work. Jimmy pouted, frown deepening when she didn’t even notice his huge exaggerated expression. “I want to make sweaters for everyone,”

“That’s a lot of people, sweetheart,” he stated the obvious. 

“I know,”

“That’s a lot of yarn,”

“I know,”

“I don’t think we have enough,”

“We don’t,” she paused her work to look up at him, “You’ll buy some more, won’t you, Jimmy?” 

“You want me to buy the yarn for your knitting project?”

Y/N gave him a teasing look, giving him that little smile he adored, “I thought we were knitting, Jimmy,”

Oh yes. He did say that. “Will you say they were gifts from both of us?”

“Mhm,”

He thought for a moment, but he actually was not thinking, because he already knew he would buy her a hundred balls of yarn if she asked. He simply stared at her, admiring how concentrated she looked as she looped the strings together expertly. 

“I was thinking we could do a little Christmas act,” she began, and he listened. Well, no, he did not listen, because he was too busy thinking about kissing her. She just had such kissable lips, how could he not?

“Sounds good,”

“And I think I should kiss that Dandy Mott guy at the end of it,”

“I like that,”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re not listening, Jimmy,”

“You come up with the best ideas- Ow?!” he gasped as she flicked him on his nose, “What was that for?”

“You’re not listening to me. I just suggested kissing that dumbie Dandy Mott and you said you would like that,”

“I did?” he asked in horror, “I did?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N grumbled, “What are you thinking about that’s so important?”

“You,”

“Me? You’re thinking about me so damn hard you have to ignore me to do it?” 

“You’re rather cranky right now,” 

“Because I hate to be ignored-” he zoned out again as she babbled, smirking as he saw one of the members of the Freak Show busy decorating. They took out an object from a box: a mistletoe. Sweet. 

As Y/N spoke, Jimmy continued to stare until the cast mate felt it, snapping their head in his direction. He subtly tilted his head, beckoning the man over. As the man approached, Jimmy made a point to look at his face then the mistletoe in his hand. 

“...how would you feel if I just stared at you during every conversation we had and didn’t pay you no mind- Jimmy!” Y/N hissed, slapping his arm now next, “What the hell is wrong with you today-?” she paused, looking up to see the mistletoe held up between the two of them. 

“Sorry, darlin’,” Jimmy shrugged cheekily, “I think we need to kiss,”

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[bucknastysbabe]

Whoops wrote this up, back to finishing asks. I’m currently closed for one-shots right now. Then I shall probably migrate to my side blog to catch up with my freaknasties. Behold, the pathetic pookie puppy.

Pretty, fun, a little dumb. - C. Cole

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Literally pwp, doggystyle, sub!criston, light puppy play, established Dom/sub, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, aftercare, pnv!sex, he’s an idiot, wet and messy

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“Awe, puppy, you’re okay,” you cooed.

Criston had been such a good boy for you this week. He was getting his reward— access to your cunt as long as he could keep going. He’d get this as long as your puppy baby didn’t break any rules. He rarely did so the pretty little thing can wear himself out on Sundays. He had even managed to go to his job with a cock cage on. The cutest obedient little puppy, Criston was the best sub you had dated.

He was a little different today, more aggressive than normal. Usually the pup wanted missionary so he could suck on your tits and kiss if one could call it that. He’d been taking you from behind, one orgasm in now, big hands gripping your hips. Ever the velcro dog, the man’s legs caged yours in, body folded to press himself to the length of your back.

His stubble was brushing your cheek, messy curls tickling your neck. Criston was drooling, he couldn’t keep his pretty lips closed all worked up like he was. Your submissive would whine, cry, babble, even squeal when his needy cock was getting wet.

He was sweating and mouthing against your heated cheek, rambling, “Mm- feel s’good baby, oh my god, m’gonna cum again ohmy- ngh!” His frantic thrusts into your cunt grew sloppy and stilted, Criston’s pants bordering on heaves now. He moaned, “Pleasepleaseplease miss, please!”

Oh, your pitiful dumb puppy. Pussy drunk and spaced out to the point he forgot there weren’t any rules for his reward. Criston had to be reminded gently while you clenched down on his hard cock— the blunt tip grinding against your cervix. Criston whimpered as you murmured, “Go on, it’s your day sweet pup, fill me up, I know horny puppies like you can’t help it. Got to hump and beg and whine.”

“Oh…mm…yessss,” he mournfully wheedled, dumb brown eyes blinking as he registered your words. He jerked inside you, crying out as he filled you up, hot pumps of his cum stuffing you further. Criston whined, “Ah, s’its everywhere, oh miss! Oh, love your pussy, love it, fuuuuck!” You grinned, reaching back to pet his hair.

“Yeah puppy? Had a lot saved up for me didn’t you precious? Mmm, got your miss all stuffed, don’t hold back.”

Criston garbled nonsense, choking on his own spit as he shivered at your words. He swallowed, nuzzling into your palm, cock growing hard once again. His voice was ragged and pitchy with all his carrying on. Your pet managed to blabber, “M’still so full, can’t stop, you’re so wet n’tight miss. Agh- fuck.”

He began to fuck you again, cum squelching loud and filthy. Baby’s hips stuttered as he gasped, “Oh, s’all everywhere, made a mess.” You rolled your eyes and ushered him on, puppies made messes anyways— they didn’t know any better. Just cute and fun to play with, but they needed training.

A shaking hand snaked across your belly, sliding down to your messy core. Criston’s fingers circled your clit haphazardly. You arched and fucked back into him, praising your pet for being so smart and thoughtful. He cried, shivering at the praise, begging you to cum on him.

“Wetter, need it wetter, please,” was his pathetic warble.

You tilted your face to smash against puffy lips, an attempted kiss that turned into wordless breathing and moaning. The pair of you gasping into open maws as you grew sensitive and hot— dousing his swollen prick when he struck just right. Grabbing onto his wrist you writhed through the peak, praising, “Good fuh-fucking baby, getting you a pr-pretty new collar, how about white h-huh?”

Criston fucked you through his orgasm, grunting and whimpering while your pussy clenched in pulses. He shoved you down into the bed, driving into you with abandon, oversensitivity making you cry out with every drag of his cock. You gripped at a pillow, biting down on your bottom lip.

“M’sorry m’sorry miss, can’t stop, c-can’t I can’t!,” he frantically apologized, hips slapping against your reddened ass. If you could think straight at the moment you’d tease, Criston was driving coherency out of your head via brutal dicking.

“F-fuh-fuck miss, s’wet,” he repeated.

You turned to gaze at his face, his brown eyes clenched shut. Criston’s pretty lashes were wet, streaks down his flushed cheeks, lips bitten to an obscene degree. His curls were matted with sweat, falling across his pinched brow. He was goddamn gorgeous. You eyed his heaving chest and dangling chain, bouncing against that wonderfully hairy chest.

“Pretty pup,” you rasped quietly.

He smiled, dewy brown eyes dumb and empty as he gazed down at you, chanting your name like a litany. “That’s it, that’s it, don’t have to think, just rut and make yourself feel s-so good. You feel good don’t you p-pup?” Criston’s neck strained as he agreed with a little jerk of his head.

You bore back down into the pillow, letting your sweet pet have his way. His noises and rambling were adorable. Prattling on about how much he loved you, choking on sobs. Poor thing could barely string together a sentence, simply too fuck dumb for that. He slid his hands higher to your waist, fucking harder as he worked himself in your abused pussy.

It wasn’t long until you were growing sore and Criston was trembling and sniffling. He moaned, “Hurts, c-can’t, stop, no!” His words were meaningless as he powered through the overstimulation, making your eyes roll back at the thought. You could feel him trembling against you, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he neared another climax.

Criston was sobbing now, complaining about his sore cock, throbbing deep inside. Dumb puppy couldn’t stop if he wanted to. You cooed gentle and sweet, holding his cheek as he unraveled. You almost felt numb now, focusing on getting on your sub to let go and finish up before he lost his head.

His hands clenched so hard you knew it was bruise. Criston wailed as he emptied one more time, gasping and heaving as he slipped out on accident, painting your ass with the last few pearly ropes. Cum flooded from your entrance, the intense feeling drawing a whimper from you.

He shuffled down the bed, hot tongue dutifully lapping the mess up, even if he was still crying like a bitch in heat. You reached back to grip his green collar, panting, “You’re fine baby, it’s okay, c’mere puppy.” Criston looked confused— obeying regardless. He was a downright wreck as you held your submissive, petting his hair back.

You’d already had a water bottle, towel, and some crackers on the bedside table. Placing a hand on his chest you reassured, “Relax pup, you’re all worn out now, breathe.” Criston sucked in a breath, guided by your words until he was merely teary.

“Good boy.”

You pressed the bottle to his swollen lips, Criston drinking eagerly as rivulets fell down his neck. Grabbing the towel to wipe him off had poor pup squirming and protesting, “Ungh, hurts miss, s-sorry.” He got some more praise and pecks of your lips to get him through.

Your puppy was tired now, shoving his face into your neck, arm possessively pulling you close. He breathed in a slower fashion now, rasping more nonsense. Criston would come back to after a good nap. Unbuttoning his collar and rubbing his back would alleviate his intense emotions.

“There we go, best damn puppy, lookit you.”

He blinked, shifting closer, thanking you in a small rasp. Criston’s legs intertwined with yours, pressing himself close yet again. Such a good boy, and he was all yours. You couldn’t even see the man fucking another woman now— he needed his Miss and her pretty gifts and collars. Good directions and a strict routine. You smirked, whispering back, “Love you more Cris baby.”

[carmesi-butterfly]

thoughts on submissive gyuvin at 3:10 am

my first time writing smut, i feel like this turned out awful but i did my best ok 😔 because it's the first time i do it i don't know how to tag most of the stuff,, sorry

my random thoughts about submissive gyuvin. word count 591. warnings overstimulation, dumbification (?), sex without condom, finishing inside. no proofread.

"a-ah... i ca-ah! i can't believe you're doing this to me" were the only coherent words dropped from your boyfriend's mouth.

hours of overstimulation ended up with a destroyed gyuvin, his hair looking messy and his body all sticky covered by a mix of sweat, saliva, and sexual fluids of all the orgasms you took out of him, a few of them being yours too. poor gyuvin was being fucked so well by his partner that he couldn't even tangle two thoughts together to form a simple sentence, just babbling words as a way to express how fine it felt.

every bounce to his dick made him drop a moan as if it was an automatic setting in his body, please don't make fun of him, it's so hard to handle it :( your cunt sucking him for the who-knows-what time in the last few hours, milking him dry till the last drop.

"you think you can cum again, sweetie?" you asked, in such a sweet voice that made the boy think he could finish by only hearing you. the riding became more hectic, your pussy slamming into his dick harder, filling the room with the sloppy sound of your bodies roaming into each other, desperately looking for the so-desired orgasm.

"i can't, i c-can't" cried, his head moving from side to side, denying repeatedly. "it's too much..." his groans were accompanied by a strong grip on your hips trying to calm your peace, an act that was contradicted by his hips rocking with yours.

"you can puppy, just one more and we'll be done, you've been so good today" your words became more needy, one of your hands left his shoulder to caress his face and forced him to look at you, maintaining visual contact while reaching the last stage before ecstasy.

tears unleashed through his eyes, gyuvin's dick was so sensitive that it felt as if it burned him but at the same time the sensation came to be addictive, only you could make him feel like this, all submissive and dumb by fucking him senseless, how humiliating it was for him; being so big and ending up dominated by you. luckily for his sanity both your climaxes were around the corner, minds dizzy with pleasure and leaving all the work to your bodies, like animals fulfilling a primal desire.

between moans and muffled words, your boyfriend's orgasm came, filling your pussy up with his cum not before holding you strongly as an eager act to maintain you motionless, heavy breathing was the only thing resounding in a room where all kinds of vocal and corporal sounds could be heard just a moment ago.

"puppy, i didn't finish," you said, your faces being so near that your lips were almost touching. it hit gyuvin like a truck, dropping him out of the cloud that was taking over his mind and making him land in the real world, he knew what you meant by saying that. "i guess we will have to go for another round... if that's what you want, of course,” your lips brushed his, ghosting his attempt at kissing you.

he could be tired, overstimulated, sensitive and a lot more, but leaving you unsatisfied wasn't an option he was willing to take, mainly because of his pride, but secondly because despite ending up defeated by you and your immense sexual appetite he enjoys it, it would be a lie to say he didn't, you must be so happy! getting to ride your boyfie again while he whimpers <3

[sugar-omi]

lots of breeding/raw sex this kinktober huh.... ig the underlying theme is definitely unprotected sex now bc i can tell you rn that in the following days... the boys here aren't strictly following the rules they learned in sex ed... tsk tsk tsk, smh, your/their parents are disappointed... /lh eta now that ive finished: HELP COVE'S IS SO MUCH LONGER....

DAY THREE — DADDY/MOMMY KINK

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, trying for a baby w derek, so creampie/raw sex, mommy kink, you n cove have a son, yall r talking abt ANOTHER ONE, readers in a dress, dirty talk, daddy kink

synopsis : you call your man daddy, and it turns him on more than he thought it would.

"derek!" you gasp, dragging your nails down his shoulders, your chests squishing together from your back arching off the bed.

derek shushes you, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding your legs for you, trying to ease your burden while he ruins your insides, so that way you can focus on taking his seed.

you whimper, your cunt fluttering around derek's length when he hits that spongy spot in your walls.

"so good, you're doing so good for me, love..." derek gasps out praises, babbling how pretty you are and how lovely you'll look carrying his baby, and how he'll take care of you.

"derek- derek!" you call for him, your senses centered around him.

"i'm here lovely, just let me take care of you.." he pants, leaning over you on his elbows, your legs folding up to your shoulders from the way you're pinned under derek's body.

"you're gonna be such a good mama.." derek breathes out, making you moan loudly. fuck you're so turned on.

"please! wanna be a mommy, please please-" you cry, wrapping your legs around derek's waist when he changes positions. you try to suck in a breath of fresh air but the air is so hot, and it smells like sex and you're so dazed.

derek kisses your knee, holding your hand while he fucks you, his shallow thrusts making you see stars from how deep he's reaching.

"fuck.." derek curses, his eyes sharp as he takes in the sight of your sweaty, willing body.

you keep babbling, looking into your husband's loving and lust hazed eyes, your gaze surely matching his own. "wanna make you a daddy, please, cum inside.."

you whimper at derek's sharp thrust right by your cervix, an onslaught on loud moans and whimpers coming from both of you while derek holds down your hips.

"i'm gonna..." derek pants, unable to finish his sentence. you grasp at his bicep, holding tightly onto his hand even though your palms are sweaty.

"me- ahh- me too! derek.. oh god. inside, inside please!" you ramble, pushing back to grind on derek's dick, your legs shaking and tightening around his waists as you finish.

the hold your legs have around him leaves him no choice but to bury himself inside, not that he had any other intentions. how else can you be a mama to his baby if he doesn't finish inside your weeping cunt?

"mhmn-!" you moan into cove's mouth, your back bumping against the wall when he pushes you against it.

you're totally trapped between the wall and cove, not that it's a problem but cove's egearness surprised you.

cove slips his tongue into your mouth, easily melting in his arms as you let him take control, moaning again when he slips his knee between your legs, bunching up your maxi-dress but the thin layers between your cunt and cove's thigh makes your head spin.

"whats- mhn- got *kiss* into you..?" you barely manage to get the words out.

cove stops kissing you long enough to answer you with labored breath, "you called me daddy.." he bites his lip, flushing at how he's reacting just cause of that word.

you smirk, and it's dripping with smugness and curiosity. "i've called you that before, what's so different this time huh?"

cove huffs, pointedly ogling your boobs in this dress. "i don't know.. something about you and that word today is so.." he swallows, looking up at you again. "its driving me up the wall today."

you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. "and what are we gonna do about that.. daddy?"

cove groans lowly in his throat, closing his eyes. "y/n..."

you push him towards the couch, lifting up your dress and throwing your panties in his direction before straddling his lap, already working his belt before cove can fully realize what's happening.

you laugh at his dumbfounded face, "we have to hurry. before river wakes up from his nap.."

cove nods, groaning when you wrap a hand around his dick, stroking him to fullness.

"y/n.. fuck.." cove curses, throwing his head back.

you spit on your hand for extra glide, swiping at every bead of pre that pearls at cove's tip, giving him a few quick tugs before you line yourself up.

"ah- wait, shouldn't we get the- oh fuck-" cove groans, his worries cut off when you sink onto his cock, covering your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

you're both panting, cove shaking under your weight at the feeling of your tight heat.

"i.. i had some fun this morning while you took care- ahh... of river.." you sigh, slowly lifting your hips up and rocking.

cove groans, his hands gripping your hips. "fuck.. i.. i can't believe you." cove laughs, jokingly bitter you got off without him.

you tug on his ear, trading it for his jaw. "you can't complain, i'm ready for you aren't i?" you punctuate it with a long drag up cove's dick, slamming your hips down and a dull clap of your butt against cove's pants echos in the room.

cove moans lowly, covering his mouth. fuck, he loves when you ride him..

cove grits his teeth, tired of your smart mouth and teasing circles of your hips. he fixes his hold on you, planting his feet and he thrusts up suddenly when you rise.

"oh!" you startle, having to cover your mouth before a loud whimper spells from your throat.

you mutter curses, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

cove pulls down the straps of your dress, tugging down the front so he can suck marks along your cleavage and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the tender skin.

your fingers curl in his hair, ruining his ponytail.

"maybe.. ha~ i'll call you daddy mm-more often..." you barely get the words out. cove's tip is bumping against your womb with every particularly deep thrust, and it's making you melt...

cove groans, "please..."

you laugh, leaning back to admire your flushed and horny mess of a husband.

"yeah? didn't think you'd beg me to call you daddy." you tease, grinding back when cove's thrust falters for a moment.

cove rolls his eyes, about to grumble something before you kiss his complaints away, slipping your tongue in his mouth.

you finally pull back, giving him a soft peck when he chases your lips. "nothing wrong w'it.." you slur, "fatherhood is so sexy on you..."

cove flushes at the confession, trying to play it off with humor. "you're just saying that because river cockblocks us so much..."

you laugh but shake your head, "seriously, seeing you with him makes me want another one.."

cove freezes, gaping. "really..?"

you nod, kissing cove's neck. "i mean, he's almost 6.."

"y/n..." cove speech is strained through gritted teeth as he considers your words.

you suck on his jaw, picking up the pace that cove dropped. "just think about it. he needs a sibling, and besides... wasn't it fun making a baby?"

cove moans, shaking under your care and soaking up your dirty talk like a sponge. "you came inside me so many times, fucked me through our mattress until the early morning..."

your words are like a siren seducing a pirate with its pretty song, selling a beautiful world to them under the sea.

"don't you wanna come in me again? breeding my cunt during all possible moments of the day... i had your cum soaking through my panties at work. it was so hard to focus..." you pout, recounting the time he fucked you silly on your lunch break.

cove curses, looking at you through the gaps of his fingers with predatory eyes.

you put on a bit more charm, thoroughly seducing your husband with just a few words. "please, daddy? i wanna have your baby again..."

that's the final straw that breaks cove's back, and before you can think twice, cove has you on your back, his knee on the edge of the sofa and your legs held wide open by his strong hands.

"cove!" you exclaim, flustered at this exposing position.

"shh, river will wake up." cove reprimanded, rearing his hips back and slamming back into you, trying to be mindful of making your skin clap.

you cover your mouth with both hands, closing your eyes at the pleasure.

"why so quiet? you were just begging me to fuck you." cove mocks, smirking at your watery, hooded eyes.

"oh god... daddy." you gasp, clinging onto the throw pillow beside your head for dear life.

"that's it, keep calling me that..." cove growls, further folding you in on yourself.

all you can do is whine and take cove's dick, letting him abuse your poor insides until your both satisfied.

he leans over to kiss you, your lips easily slotting together. you moan into his mouth, swallowing the others sounds.

cove breaks the kiss, his head falling on your shoulder as you both near orgasm.

you gasp, clawing down his back through his shirt. "fuck- just like that, daddy!"

cove groans, his thrusts going shallow, more of a grind into your hips as he tries to keep the noise down.

your leg shakes, falling when cove reaches for your clit. "ah! cove!"

cove lifts his head up, his eyes dark and pupils blown. "you mean it, you want another?"

you nod wildly, "yes, yes, i mean it! wanna make you a daddy again," you start to ramble, just wanting to finish together but also wholly sincere in your words. " 'love when you fuck me, i need you, daddy." you whine, curses and huffs coming from your mouth as you near your end.

cove groans, cursing, his hips stuttering as he finishes.

you quickly lock your lips together, swallowing each others sounds as cove pins his hips to your butt, cumming into the deeply inside your twitchy cunt.

cove rests on your chest, his softening dick twitching from the warmth of your cunt.

he's about to fall asleep when you curse, pushing at his shoulders.

"i think i heard river say hi to your fish.."

at that cove jumps up, pulling out with a hiss as you scramble to get your clothes straight before your son comes down.

hearing him call for you, you shout towards the stairs, "i'm coming, bud! wait right there!"

cove wipes his hands over his face, totally embarrassed at his lack of composure. but you turn to him and whisper in his ear before leaving...

"we'll continue this later.. daddy."

[butchreg]

daddy's boy ( ~ 1k words )

for a fic trade with @lottiesboy !! here ya go buddy i had a lot of fun doing this ! :33 i love daddy ! nat so much waaah. yellowjackets masterlist here , upcoming list here

summary : a morning with daddy ! nat. you wake up extra small but daddy is always happy to take care of his baby boy !

tags / warnings : sfw agere , babyre , boyre , daddy ! nat , he him tmasc nat , yellowjackets x reader , padded agere , fluff , little ! masc reader , changing scene ( not detailed ) , bottle feeding

The light in your room flicks on, followed by your daddy walking into your room, gently shaking you awake. You roll over, blinking open bleary eyes, whining a little. “Mornin’, little man,” Nat says, chucking your chin. You make an incoherent noise, rubbing your sleepy eyes. “Someone’s sleepy, huh.” He chuckles a bit. You nod, yawning without moving to get up. He yawns too which makes you giggle.

“See what you did, bubba? Making Daddy yawn.” He chuckles again and you giggle. “You ready to get up?” You babble in response, reaching your arms out toward him, making grabby hands. He scoops you up, placing you on his hip.“Oh, what’s that? Does Daddy have a little baby today? Just a tiny boy?”

You blush, burying your face in his neck. “Abab,” you reply. Nat bounces you on his hip. 

“Let’s get you changed then, okay buddy? We don’t want any accidents today.” You whine but otherwise don’t protest, too little and sleepy to feel embarrassed at his comment. “Here, Daddy’s gonna put you down for a minute,” he starts, causing you to whimper. “Shh, only for a minute while I go get some supplies.” You mewl as he sets you gently back on your bed. 

“Oh I know, buddy. Your life is so hard,” he jokes. “Here, I’ll set a timer. You wanna hold Daddy’s phone?” You nod; that sounds fair. He tousles your hair, already messy from sleep, before he steps out into the hallway to get the changing mat and one of your diapers. 

True to his word he comes back only a minute later, just as the timer begins to go off. A smile engulfs your face when you see him and you clap your hands. “Da!” you call. Nat gasps, pretending to be shocked to see you. 

“There’s my little guy!” You giggle, stimming by flapping your fists. He lays out the changing mat, patting it for you to come lay down. You try to stand up but wobble. “Oh silly Daddy, I should’ve known you’re too tiny to walk by yourself today.” You whine, clumsily plopping back down on the bed. He gently picks you up, carefully laying you on the mat. 

He picks up the diaper, and you babble and coo at the colorful animal designs on it. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He points at a blue lion. “What does he say, buddy?” 

“Raaawr!” You growl, trying to sound ferocious. He laughs. 

“That’s right! What a smart little guy.” You smile proudly at your daddy who smiles back. “Are you ready, bud?” You nod shyly, mewling as the cool air hits your lower area. Nat coos sympathetically, making quick work of getting you changed into the colorful diaper. When he finishes he boops your nose. 

“All done. Good boy,” he praises you. You squeal, wiggling your padded bum. He scoops you up, along with the changing mat, awkwardly folding it with his free hand. Leaving it atop your dresser, he turns his full attention back to you. “You hungry, kiddo?” You bob your fist up and down, signing “Yes” in sign language. He plants a kiss on your head. “Why don’t I make you a bottle and we can watch some ‘toons, huh? Does that sound good?” 

Excitedly you wriggle in his arms. “Da! Da!” 

“Okay buddy.” He carries you into the living room, flipping on the TV and setting you gently on the floor.

“Gababa,” you babble, pointing at the colorful characters. Nat nods like he understands what you’ve just said. He crouches down, blocking your view of the television making you whine. He looks into your eyes and you quiet down under his gaze. 

“Daddy’s gonna go to the kitchen and make your bottle. Can you be a big boy and watch by yourself for a few minutes?” You frown at first but ponder his question. “I promise I’ll be back reeeal soon with some nice warm milk.” He smiles at you which makes you smile in turn. “Is that okay?” 

“Mmmm,” you hum, thinking a few seconds more before nodding. 

He takes a few steps away, waiting until your focus is back on the TV before retreating into the kitchen. Clattering can be heard, and a muttered curse or two as he fumbles around in there for a minute. He begins whistling to himself, fixing your bottle and running it under warm water. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature he comes back into the living room where your eyes are glued to the screen. 

“There’s my big brave boy!” he greets you warmly and you babble a reply.

“Baba, baba!” You make grabby hands at your daddy, show momentarily forgotten as you reach for the bottle in his hand. He sets the bottle down on the couch, scooping you up and putting you in his lap. He cradles you in his arms, picking up the bottle and holding the nipple up to your mouth. You hungrily latch onto it, making a noise of contentment as you drink up your milk. 

“Someone’s hungry,” he comments, holding the bottle for you so you can focus on suckling. You drink quickly and he urges you to slow down, not wanting you to get a tummy ache. Soon enough you’re finished and he pats your full belly, taking the bottle and placing it on a small table next to the couch. 

“All done?” You burp in response, making him laugh. You nod and hum contentedly, rolling over so that you two are stomach to stomach. He scoots to lean against one arm of the couch so that you can see the TV without having to change positions. He rubs your back gently, turning his head to watch the show too. “We gonna have a good day, kiddo?” he asks you. You nod, returning to babbling to him about your cartoon.