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[mianexil]

◇ Things that make his heart melt ◇

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⭕️ Warning: Spoilers ⭕️

💫 [ It wasn't in my plans before, but I really want to comfort these boys ]

💫 [ Cuties, I see your requests and don't forget about them. I'm going through a little stressful period right now, so it may take a little longer than I wanted, but I'm already working on it ]

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ㅡ Suo, Sakura, Umemiya

Suo

Sincere care for him

Everyone knows that Suo is strong in every sense. He is also smart, restrained, independent and confident.

It is not uncommon for people to admit such thoughts in his direction as 《 He is strong/smart/hardy, he will cope 》, waving away unnecessary worries.

But not you. You've never neglected it and it came from the heart. You knew that Suo was far from weak and admitted it, but it never affected the level of your concern for him. Yes, he is, but this does not mean that you can take less care of him, referring to the fact that he can do it himself.

Strong people can take care of the difficulties outside and also take care of themselves. But if they can, it doesn't mean that it's easy for them.

You always paid attention to his comfort in one situation or another, did some small and inconspicuous things that actually made a big difference.

Starting from the way you imperceptibly put a cooling compress in his furin jacket pocket before patrolling on a hot day or a a small pocket warmer in winter, and ending with silent hugs at the right moment to maintain peace in his soul.

It wasn't just a superficial concern, it was about his feelings.

At first, he somehow automatically shielded himself from it, it was his defense mechanism. He didn't want to admit that he needed it in any way, he didn't want you to think that he had at least some weaknesses to know the truth.

However, time and your perseverance have done their job. Over time, Suo began to accept your truly deep concern, letting it into his heart and passing through it.

And believe me, it made his heart blossom.

Sakura

Listening and hearing

Sakura, as a person who has spent his whole life alone, is not used to conducting dialogues and generally having any long-term relationships with people.

That's why, when he first caught himself telling you about some hobby of his with a desire, and at that time you were really listening attentively to him, he felt this terribly strong and strange feeling in his chest.

Of course, at the same moment he fell into a stupor, and then he got angry because he was confused. You still don't understand why he abruptly stopped talking, flushed red in annoyance, and then abruptly said goodbye and ran away.

Poor boy, for him, these feelings seem especially strong. Because it was the first time for him.

You knew it was very difficult for Sakura to open up to people. That's why, when he started sharing his thoughts with you or telling you something, you immediately put all the worries in your head aside and focused on Sakura.

You wanted him to feel heard so that he would understand that you want to hear and listen to him

And it was at such moments that the young man's heart seemed to melt like ice under the warm rays of the spring sun.

God, you really make this boy happy.

Umemiya

Special intimate moments between you

When you are alone, he's lying on your lap, and you're stroking his head.

It is this moment that permeates Hajime's heart and soul with sparkling threads that touch his most sensitive and vulnerable points.

At this moment, he feels as if he is transported back to childhood, when he was still a carefree, happy, beloved little boy, surrounded by family love and a sense of childish lightness.

Once he had lost this happiness, these incredible sensations, but now he had found them again. In a different form, but the same happiness.

He is lying on your lap, and your fingers are tangled in his white hair while you stroke him and at this moment Umemiya feels this warmth again, he is sincerely loved again, he is again childishly carefree and happy, he is home again.

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[inkedinshadows]

Alcohol and Giggles

Day 22: Drunk sex — Cassian x f!reader

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, just two drunken idiots in love tbh

Word count: 1.810

A/N: I'm so happy to finally share this one because it's one of my favorites and I think it's cute 💫

You stumbled back toward the bed, never once breaking the sloppy kiss you and Cassian had been sharing since the moment you staggered through the door.

Both of you were already half-naked, though you had no recollection of exactly when or where your clothes had been discarded. You’d had too many drinks at Rita’s, and though you couldn’t remember the last time you drank so much, a heated glance and a tantalizing touch had been enough to set both of you off on a frenzy the likes of which you hadn’t felt since accepting the mating bond.

The back of your legs hit the bed, and you gladly fell onto it, pulling Cassian down with you. What you didn’t realize was that your mate was much heavier than you. In his drunken state his reflexes weren’t as sharp as usual, and you did not have the strength to hold him up.

Cassian clumsily fell on top of you, bumping his forehead against yours. He groaned, but you couldn’t hold back a giggle.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you cupped his face to bring him closer. “Here, let me kiss it better.”

Amusement sparkled in his hazel eyes. “You could kiss something else better.”

You frowned. “Your lips?”

“My cock.”

You stared at each other for a moment, smirks blooming on your faces. Without wasting any more time, you finished shedding the rest of your clothes. Once you were both naked, you lay prone next to him where he sat on the side of the bed. Your vision was a bit blurry on the edges, but when you fixed your eyes on his crotch, everything was clear enough.

Cassian was still soft, and as you wrapped your lips around his cock, a rush of excitement cursed through your body at the prospect of feeling him swell in your mouth while you sucked him off. One of his broad hands held your hair back as you worked him, a small groan escaping him. His other hand caressed down your back, then your ass, before parting your legs to find your clit. Deft fingers teased you until you were wet enough for them to slip inside, and you moaned softly around him.

After a few minutes, you were about to come. And yet, despite your best efforts, Cassian wasn’t hard yet. For the first time since you had known him, your mate couldn’t get an erection.

“Why isn’t it working?” he complained as you let him slip out of your mouth and he pulled his fingers out of you. No point in going on if it didn’t get you anywhere.

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, though you hid your own disappointment. “Maybe it’s just not the right time.”

His wings rustled softly behind him as he whined, “But I want you, baby. I swear I do, I promise…”

You chuckled as he rambled on about how much he really wanted you, but your attention quickly shifted to his wings when they again moved slightly, and an idea burrowed its way into your intoxicated mind.

“Can I touch your wings?” you interrupted him, a hand already extended toward the one closer to you.

Cassian stilled, and for a moment you thought he might refuse, but then he grinned and unfolded them to grant you better access, clearly catching on to your plan. Your fingers wandered over the sensitive skin for a few seconds before finding the right spot. Just as you brushed it, he groaned and got hard right under your watchful gaze.

With a smile, you pulled your hand away and turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Still want me to kiss it better?”

Cassian snorted. He scooped you up without a word, and you let out a little shriek. He placed you in the center of the large bed, spreading your legs and settling between them. You watched him kneel there, taking in the tattoos and the wings and the sculpted body, and you couldn’t tell if your head was spinning from the alcohol or from his beauty.

“I want to fuck you now,” he finally said, his voice a low growl that made you shiver.

But as he grabbed your thighs, Cassian just frowned down at your still dripping folds. His confused expression made you giggle, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows.

“What is it?”

He looked even more worried. “Your cunt… there’s two of them.”

“What?!”

For a moment, fear coiled in your gut at the news. How could you not have noticed it before? Then, your drunk brain finally processed Cassian’s words, and you burst out laughing.

He looked at you, visibly outraged by your lack of concern. “Why are you laughing?” He sounded on the verge of a panic attack. “This is a serious issue!”

You laughed even harder, but in between fits, you managed to say, “Cass, baby… you’re seeing double!”

His eyes narrowed as he stared between your legs as if trying to make sense of the situation, until finally, “Ohhh.”

He chuckled along with you as he leaned over. You lay back down and let him press you into the mattress, his arms bracing on either side of your head.

“So I can fuck you as usual?” he murmured in what you assumed was supposed to be a sensual tone, but it somehow came out as really cheeky.

You smiled and nodded nonetheless. “Yes, you can fuck me. And please do. I want to be fucked.”

Cassian answered with a hungry kiss. He snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. You waited to feel the familiar stretch, but instead he began to poke around.

You giggled at the almost ticklish feeling, sure that he would soon thrust into you. When he didn’t, you raised your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” you questioned. Was this some kind of new foreplay he wanted to try?

His words were a mumble you could barely understand. “I can’t find it…”

“What?”

The poking continued, a bit more aggressively.

“I can’t find it!”

Your eyes widened and you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh again or sigh in frustration. “Cass, you know exactly where it is! You touched me just a moment ago.”

“I’m telling you I can’t find it, Y/N!”

He pulled himself up to kneel between your legs again. Brows furrowed, cock in his hand, he put all his focus in nudging his tip around to find the right spot. He was even biting his lip.

You had to admit that there was something extremely sexy about how concentrated he looked.

And then he finally found your entrance, and you moaned as you felt him slowly slide inside of you.

“Oh, there she is,” he groaned once he was fully seated.

All the alcohol you’d had over the night was really going to your head because you couldn’t stop giggling at his comment even after he began to thrust.

Cassian set a slow pace, hands on your hips. His face was still contorted in concentration as he looked at you. “Am I doing it wrong?”

A weird sound came out of you, somewhere between a chuckle and a moan as his cock brushed that sensitive spot on your walls.

“No,” you managed to get out. Your belly was starting to ache from all the laughter. “No, it’s great…”

“Then why are you laughing?” he asked, giving a few tentative rolls of his hips.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” You took a deep breath, trying to suppress the giggles, covering your face with your hands as you did. “I can’t help it… I’m drunk, Cass.”

Cassian leaned over and gently grasped your wrists to pull them away from your face. That look of concern vanished now that he knew it wasn’t his fault, replaced by his beautiful smile.

“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I love your laugh.”

For some reason, it made you want to laugh again, but you held it back this time. Freeing your hands from his grip, you traced the contour of his lips with a finger. He left a tiny kiss on its tip.

“I love your smile,” you whispered back. “I just love you.”

Said smile only widened at your words, so much that you could have sworn it lit up the whole room. Or maybe that was the bond between your souls, thrumming with golden light. Either way, even drunk, Cassian’s eyes shone with unbridled affection and care.

“I love you too.”

When he kissed you, you lifted your legs to wrap them around his waist, your heels digging slightly into his butt cheeks in a silent request to move a little faster. He complied, even as he pulled his head away to mumble, “I’m not going to last long, sweetheart… I’m drunk too.”

You smiled, nodding. “That’s okay, baby. I know.”

Cassian buried his face in your neck as he thrust faster and deeper, and your fingers tangled in his long hair almost like you were cradling his head. Soon, lewd sounds echoed in the room—moans, heavy breaths, and the wet slapping of your bodies colliding. He reached down with a hand to draw circles on your clit. You didn’t need him to use words to know that he was close but wanted you to come with him.

His movements became frantic, and you bucked your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. It was a matter of seconds before he gently bit down on your neck while he came with a groan. Feeling his seed spurt deep inside you tipped you off the edge. You shuddered, wrapping your body tighter around his, and you were floating on a cloud as pleasure and intoxication blended together.

Slowly, Cassian lifted his head to kiss you again—tenderly, softly, nothing like the heated passion of moments ago. After you broke apart and you untangled from each other, he lay by your side and opened his arms for you to snuggle between them. You didn’t hesitate to curl up against his chest.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have sex when we’re this drunk again,” you mused, resting your head where his heart was. You could hear it beating beneath your ear. “It was nice, but too short.”

Cassian hummed in agreement before he added, “And I couldn’t get hard.”

“Worked just fine once you did, though,” you offered. “But we didn’t last long.”

“We’ll make up for it tomorrow. I promise, baby.”

You nodded and nestled more comfortably in his strong arms. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, and then you both closed your eyes as drunkenness and sex hung heavy over you.

“You thought I had two cunts,” you suddenly said, the mere thought sending you into another fit of laughter.

This time, Cassian’s hearty laugh joined yours as he held you closer.

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Hii! How was your Christmas?

May I request Bi-Han, Reptile, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, and Kuai Liang with a s/o who decides to bring back a cat and sneak it into their shared home? And later they decide to introduce the cat to the boys and the cat instantly falls in love with the boys? (Separate please)

Thank you and have a happy new year! :)

author note: I survived Christmas so I can be happy🫡. Hope yours was good too! Happy New Year to you too dear!!!💫💫

warning: I noticed just at the end I changed a bit the prompt, if you want it redone tell me, no problem🫡

Bi-Han: -Battle of glares. The day you bring the cat in Bi-Han sets rules with the little beast. -If the cat tries to get cuddles while he is training with his men, he'll brush it off. -It's a bit depressing how much Snowflake (Snow for friends) loves Bi-Han, who barely scratches its chin, but you, a fool in love with the ball of fur, barely get a pur. -Your photo gallery is full of pictures of the cat sleeping on Bi-Han man-tits (smart kitty).

Syzoth: -He…doesn't really enjoy the cat presence; memories of cats playing with reptiles, 'till they get tired and… better not remember. -Since you mostly take care of Vinny, Syzoth doesn't have to worry much. Doesn't mean he won't jump every time the cat lands on his shoulders. -The first step is taken by the cat, curling on Syzoth legs for a power nap. He stayed still, greenish eyes wide. -You prompt him to caress the little furball head, and he does, slowly, prepared to run away if he senses an attack incoming. -Nothing happens, kitty now purring on his legs; it's a small step.

Liu Kang: -He loves it the second you bring the kitty home. -But there is a problem…Liu Kang is allergic to cats! He didn't think to heal from all kinds of allergies while he was at it. -He'll just look at you two from afar, cooing at you two cuddling. -The kitty will try to cuddle up to him more than once, attracted by his warmth, but if Liu Kang doesn't want to end up in the hospital, you'll have to take it away.

Shang Tsung: -He knows there is a new add in the house, just one foot in the house. -Shang Tsung despises the kitty, its black long fur, its wide soft eyes, his cute mewls… -He loves kitty, as much as he loves you (but not as much as he loves himself). He brushes the cat fur and gives the best food, to have always the shiniest fur. -The cat understands his good intentions, purring and making biscuits on his lap, but the animal still prefers to sleep with you, sensing some danger coming from the sorcerer.

Kuai Liang: -He…doesn't have the best relationship with cats, memories of angry cats scratching him when he was just a kid. -So he was worried that the cat would be wild, hurting you more than anything, but…Sparkle is nice! -Liang loves to scratch her under the chin, obtaining the cutest purs. -Sparkle loves to cuddle up on his lap, biscuits are often made on his chest, tho.

[muiitoloko]

hi! Could you write something for Frank but with a younger reader? Something fluffy and cute 🙈(and maybe with some smutt👀) where the reader is a baker (Frank having a seweet tooth🥰) , I find it very interesting and cute when the professions are so opposite/diferent 💫🙈

Ty!!! 💖✨

Title: The Sweetest Mission

Summary: A lieutenant general's routine is upended by the warmth and love he finds at a local bakery.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut.

Author's Notes: Hey there! That sounds like an adorable idea. Thanks for the sweet suggestion! 🥰💫

Also read on Ao3

Frank Benson drove to headquarters silently, as he did every day. His eyes were always alert, scanning the streets and keeping an eye on everything around him. The gun on his waist was a familiar weight, and his military uniform was impeccable, a testament to his disciplined nature. Frank straightened the tie around his neck, and that was when he saw it—A small, pink, and cute bakery that seemed new, and the sight of the delicacies in the window made Frank's stomach growl.

Checking the clock on his dashboard, Frank saw that it was still early. He would arrive on time even with a quick stop. Deciding to indulge his sweet tooth, he parked the car and walked toward the bakery. The bell above the door tinkled as he entered, and the warm, sugary aroma enveloped him.

You were behind the counter, arranging a tray of freshly baked pastries. The sight of Frank in his military uniform caught your attention, and you couldn't help but smile. With a playful glint in your eyes, you greeted him cheerfully.

"Good morning, sir! Are you here to confiscate our delicious merchandise?" you joked, your voice light and teasing.

Frank's stern expression softened slightly, a hint of amusement in his hazel eyes. "Good morning," he replied, his baritone voice steady. "I assure you, I'm here purely in a personal capacity."

You chuckled, appreciating his dry humor. "Well, in that case, welcome to Sweet Haven Bakery. What can I get for you today?"

Frank glanced at the display, his eyes lingering on the assortment of pastries, cakes, and cookies. His stomach growled again, louder this time, and he felt a small pang of embarrassment.

You noticed and smiled warmly. "Everything looks tempting, doesn't it? We have fresh croissants, éclairs, and some very popular cinnamon rolls."

Frank nodded, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips. "I'll take a cinnamon roll and a black coffee, please."

As you prepared his order, you couldn't help but notice the contrast between Frank's stoic demeanor and his obvious delight at the prospect of a sweet treat. "You know," you said conversationally, "we get all kinds of customers here, but I think you're our first military officer. Are you stationed nearby?"

Frank accepted the coffee and cinnamon roll, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your cheerful demeanor and the playful sparkle in your eyes. It was second nature for him, as a soldier, to be suspicious of everything and everyone. He read your name on the badge—[Your Name]—and analyzed the situation, questioning silently why you were asking him questions. Was it simple curiosity, or was there something more?

You noticed the suspicious gleam in the older man's eyes and smiled slightly, deciding to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, I'm not a Russian spy if that's what you're thinking," you joked, your tone warm and teasing.

Frank's expression softened a fraction, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Good to know," he replied dryly. "Though I suppose a bakery would be an excellent cover."

You chuckled, appreciating his dry humor. "We do our best to remain inconspicuous. So, are you stationed nearby, or just passing through?"

Frank took a sip of his coffee, considering his response. "I'm stationed not too far from here," he said finally, his tone measured. "Headquarters is about a twenty-minute drive."

"Ah, I see," you replied, nodding. "Must be a demanding job. How do you find time to enjoy the simple pleasures, like a cinnamon roll and coffee?"

Frank looked at you, his eyes thoughtful. "It can be challenging," he admitted. "But sometimes, taking a moment to enjoy the little things is necessary. Helps to keep a sense of normalcy."

You smiled warmly, appreciating the glimpse into his life. "I couldn't agree more. Life can get hectic, and it's important to find those moments of peace. And speaking of peace, I hope you enjoy that cinnamon roll. It's one of our specialties, sir...?"

Frank took a bite, savoring the sweet, buttery pastry. He nodded in approval. "Lieutenant General Frank Benson, and it's excellent," he said, his tone sincere. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you replied, pleased by his compliment. "If you ever need a break from the chaos, feel free to stop by. Sweet Haven Bakery is always here to provide a bit of comfort."

Frank looked at you, his hazel eyes softening with warmth. Before he could respond, the doorbell tinkled again. You turned your attention to the new customer entering the bakery. "Good morning, Mr. Hart," you greeted warmly, your smile widening. "How are you today?"

The man, dressed impeccably in a suit and leaning on an elegant umbrella, nodded politely. "Good morning, [Your Name]," he replied, his tone polite and reserved.

Frank observed the interaction, his curiosity piqued by the respect and familiarity you showed toward Mr. Hart. The newcomer acknowledged Frank with a courteous nod, and Frank returned the gesture with a slight wave. With a final, appreciative look at you, Frank took his coffee and cinnamon roll and made his way back to his car.

As he settled into the driver's seat, he couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. He took another bite of the cinnamon roll, savoring the sweet, buttery flavor. "Damn," he muttered, a hint of regret in his voice. "Should have bought another one."

Driving through the streets, Frank reflected on the brief but pleasant encounter. The warmth and lightheartedness you brought to the conversation had been a welcome change from the stern and disciplined environment he was accustomed to. There was something comforting about the way you interacted with him, a sense of normalcy that he hadn't realized he missed.

Arriving at headquarters, Frank parked his car and finished his coffee. He straightened his tie and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the day's responsibilities. The fleeting moment of indulgence at the bakery had given him a small but meaningful boost, reminding him of the importance of finding balance amidst the demands of his role.

As he walked through the halls of the military headquarters, his thoughts drifted back to you and the small, pink bakery. He made a mental note to stop by again soon, perhaps even making it a regular part of his routine. After all, everyone needed a little sweetness in their lives, even a seasoned military officer like himself.

Later that day, during a break between meetings, Frank found himself thinking about the brief conversation he'd had with you. There was a genuine warmth and sincerity in your demeanor that had left an impression on him. It was a stark contrast to the often cold and calculated interactions he had within the military.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he had enjoyed the encounter. Perhaps, he mused, there was something to be said for taking a moment to connect with people outside of his professional sphere. It was a small reminder of the world beyond his uniform, a world filled with simple pleasures and genuine human connections.

As the day came to a close and Frank prepared to leave the office, he felt a sense of anticipation. Tomorrow, he decided, he would stop by the bakery again. And this time, he would buy two cinnamon rolls.

The next morning, Frank moved through his routine with military precision. He dressed in his impeccable uniform, the fabric pressed to perfection, and the shine on his shoes reflecting his disciplined nature. However, this morning held a sense of anticipation as he added a new stop to his routine: Sweet Haven Bakery.

As he approached the bakery, the soft pink exterior and inviting aroma of freshly baked goods brought a faint smile to his lips. The bell above the door tinkled as he entered, and he found himself scanning the room for you. There you were, behind the counter, arranging a tray of pastries with the same cheerful demeanor that had left an impression on him the previous day.

"Good morning, [Your Name]," Frank greeted, his baritone voice warm and steady. "I'm back for another cinnamon roll and a black coffee."

You looked up, your eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure at seeing him again. "Good morning, Lieutenant General Benson," you replied, your voice teasing. "Back for more of our delicious merchandise?"

Frank chuckled softly, a rare sound that surprised even him. "Indeed. Your cinnamon roll was too good to resist."

You began preparing his order, the familiarity of the routine bringing a sense of comfort. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. We aim to please here at Sweet Haven Bakery."

As you handed him the coffee and the cinnamon roll, Frank felt a sense of warmth that had been absent from his life for far too long. He looked at you, taking in your cheerful smile and the way your eyes sparkled with kindness. "You seem to enjoy your work here," he observed, his tone conversational.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "I do. There's something wonderful about creating something that brings joy to others. Plus, I get to meet interesting people like you."

Frank's heart skipped a beat at your words. It had been years since he had felt such a connection with someone, and he found himself drawn to your warmth and sincerity. "It's a nice change from the usual routine," he admitted. "I suppose everyone needs a little sweetness in their life."

You chuckled softly, appreciating the sentiment. "Absolutely. And speaking of sweetness, would you like to try something new today? We have a fresh batch of éclairs that just came out of the oven."

Frank hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect. "Why not? I'll take one of those as well."

As you prepared the éclair, you couldn't help but notice the way Frank's eyes lingered on you, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper in his gaze. It was clear that beneath his stern exterior, there was a kind and thoughtful man who had been through a lot.

"Here you go," you said, handing him the éclair with a smile. "I hope you enjoy it."

Frank accepted the pastry, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Thank you, [Your Name]," he said softly. "I appreciate it."

As he took a bite of the éclair, the rich, creamy filling and delicate pastry melting in his mouth, he couldn't help but let out a small sound of approval. "This is excellent," he remarked, his eyes meeting yours. "You have a real talent."

You blushed slightly, pleased by his compliment. "Thank you, Lieutenant General. That means a lot coming from you."

Frank took another sip of his coffee, savoring the moment. "Please, call me Frank," he said, his tone gentle. "There's no need for formalities here."

You smiled, nodding. "Alright, Frank. I'm glad you're enjoying the pastries. It's always nice to see someone appreciate the little things in life."

Frank felt a warmth spreading through him, a sense of connection that he hadn't felt in years. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let someone in. The memory of his ex-wife and the years of loneliness that had followed their separation weighed heavily on him, but here, in this small bakery, he felt a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you, [Your Name]," he said sincerely. "You've made my morning a little brighter."

You beamed at him, your smile infectious. "That's what we're here for. Don't be a stranger, Frank. Sweet Haven Bakery is always open for you."

As Frank left the bakery, the scent of fresh pastries lingering in the air, he felt a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. The warmth and kindness you had shown him were a reminder that even in the midst of his disciplined, regimented life, there was room for simple pleasures and genuine human connections.

Driving to headquarters, Frank couldn't help but replay the morning's encounter in his mind. He found himself looking forward to his next visit to Sweet Haven Bakery, and the thought of seeing you again brought a rare smile to his face. It was a small step, but it felt like the beginning of something new, something that brought a sense of warmth and hope back into his life.

As he parked his car and prepared to face the day's responsibilities, Frank felt a renewed sense of determination. He had found a small oasis of comfort and connection in an unexpected place, and he was determined to hold on to it. With thoughts of you and the bakery lingering in his mind, he walked through the halls of headquarters with a lighter heart and a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold.

Days turned into weeks, and Frank Benson became a familiar face at Sweet Haven Bakery. He started visiting twice a day—once in the morning for his usual coffee and cinnamon roll and again in the evening, just before closing, for a brief respite from the demands of his role. The bakery became a sanctuary for him, a place where the rigid discipline of military life could melt away in the warmth of freshly baked goods and friendly conversation.

You noticed his regular visits, and a genuine friendship began to blossom between you two. Frank admired your work ethic and the way you handled your growing business with grace and intelligence. The bakery's success was evident as you hired more employees, yet you remained as down-to-earth and approachable as ever.

One evening, as Frank entered the bakery, the bell above the door tinkled, and you looked up with a bright smile. "Good evening, Frank. Back for your second dose of sweetness?"

Frank chuckled, his hazel eyes twinkling. "You know me too well, [Your Name]. I can't seem to stay away from this place."

You prepared his usual order, chatting amicably as you did. "How was your day? Anything exciting happening at headquarters?"

Frank leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. "Same old, same old. Meetings, briefings, and more meetings. Your bakery is the highlight of my day, to be honest."

You blushed slightly, appreciating the compliment. "I'm glad we can provide some comfort. We do our best to create a welcoming atmosphere."

As you handed him his coffee and pastry, Frank's fingers brushed against yours, sending a familiar jolt through him. He found himself increasingly captivated by you—your intelligence, your warmth, and your beauty. He scolded himself for these thoughts, reminding himself of the age difference. You were young enough to be his daughter, yet he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed or how your hair framed your face perfectly.

Frank took a sip of his coffee, trying to shake off his thoughts. "You really have a talent for this, [Your Name]. The bakery is always bustling, and your pastries are top-notch."

You smiled warmly, leaning slightly on the counter. "Thank you, Frank. It means a lot coming from you. You've become a part of our little community here."

The connection between you two deepened with each passing day. Frank found himself drawn to your conversations, the way you spoke passionately about your work, and the genuine care you showed for your customers. He noticed the small things, like the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear or the delicate curve of your neck.

One evening, as the bakery was closing, Frank lingered a bit longer than usual. The last customer had left, and you were tidying up the counter. Frank watched you, his heart beating a little faster. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help it. You were so vibrant, so full of life, and he was increasingly finding it difficult to keep his feelings in check.

"[Your Name]," Frank began, his voice low and filled with a mix of emotions, "I want you to know that coming here has been more than just about the pastries. Your company... it means a lot to me."

You looked up, surprised by the intensity in his voice. "Frank, I feel the same way. You've become a good friend. I enjoy our conversations and your visits."

Frank fell silent upon hearing you call him a friend. The word struck him more deeply than he had anticipated, and he didn't understand why he felt so disappointed by it. He had grown to cherish your company, and perhaps he had hoped for something more, even if he knew it was unlikely. Silently berating himself for his foolish thoughts, he stood up from where he was sitting at the counter. Straightening his uniform, he asked stoically, "Would you like a ride home?"

You looked up at him, surprised by the offer. "That's very kind of you, Frank, but you don't have to go out of your way."

"It's no trouble at all," he insisted, his tone firm but gentle. "I insist."

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, you nodded. "Alright, thank you. I appreciate it."

Frank waited as you gathered your things and locked up the bakery. The drive to your home was quiet at first, the hum of the car engine filling the silence. Frank glanced at you from time to time, noticing the way the streetlights cast a soft glow on your face. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, his disciplined nature battling with the growing affection he felt for you.

As you neared your home, Frank finally broke the silence. "You know, I've been coming to your bakery for weeks now, and I feel like I know you quite well. But there's still so much I don't know."

You turned to look at him, curiosity in your eyes. "Like what?"

"Like what drives you," Frank said, his voice thoughtful. "What makes you happy, what you dream about. I see the passion you have for your work, but I want to know more about the person behind it."

Your heart fluttered at his words, touched by his genuine interest. "Well, I love baking because it brings joy to people. There's something magical about creating something with your own hands and seeing it make someone else's day better. As for dreams, I suppose I just want to continue growing the bakery and maybe... finding someone to share my life with."

Frank felt a pang of longing at your words, a desire he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge fully. He pulled up in front of your house and turned off the engine, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "You deserve to be happy, [Your Name]. Anyone would be lucky to share their life with you."

You smiled softly, the warmth in his words wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. "Thank you, Frank. That means a lot coming from you."

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Frank's gaze lingered on your lips for a moment before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. "I should let you get inside. It's late."

You nodded, looking out the window before turning back to Frank with a playful smile. "Well, my neighbors will definitely have something to talk about now. Being dropped off by such a fancy car," you joked.

Frank suppressed a smile, maintaining his stoic demeanor. "Let them talk," he replied, his voice steady. "I doubt they have anything more interesting to discuss."

Your smile widened, and on an impulse, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. Frank's cheeks flushed slightly, a rare break in his composed exterior. He cleared his throat, struggling to maintain his usual authoritative presence.

"Thank you for the ride, Frank," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "It means a lot to me."

Frank nodded, his voice a little rougher than usual. "You're welcome, [Your Name]. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. You found yourself drawn to his warmth and strength, a surprising contrast to his usually stern exterior. "You know, Frank," you began, your voice low and sincere, "you're not as intimidating as you think. There's a kind heart under all that discipline."

Frank's gaze softened, his hazel eyes searching yours. "Discipline has its place," he said quietly, "but it doesn't mean I don't feel. I just... don't always know how to express it."

You reached out, your hand lightly touching his. "Maybe you don't have to express it with words," you suggested, your tone gentle.

Frank's breath hitched slightly at the touch, his eyes darkening with a mix of emotions. "You're very perceptive," he murmured, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "It's been a long time since anyone has seen past the uniform."

You leaned in closer, your lips inches from his. "Maybe it's time you let someone in," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

Frank's resolve wavered, his disciplined exterior cracking just enough for you to see the man beneath. He reached up, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek. "You're playing a dangerous game," he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of warning and desire.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I like a bit of danger," you replied, your voice a seductive purr.

Frank's control finally snapped. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and intense. The heat between you was undeniable, a rush of emotions and desire that left you both breathless.

When you finally pulled back, Frank's eyes were dark with passion, his breathing ragged. "I've been alone for a long time," he admitted, his voice raw. "I don't know if I can give you what you deserve."

You shook your head, your fingers brushing his lips. "Just be yourself, Frank. That's all I need."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I'll try," he promised, his voice steadying. "For you, I'll try."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had let down his guard just for you. "That's all I ask," you said softly, leaning in for another kiss.

As you pulled back, you saw the genuine warmth and gratitude in Frank's eyes. "Goodnight, [Your Name]," he said, his voice tender.

"Goodnight, Frank," you replied, stepping out of the car and walking towards your building, your heart light with hope and excitement for what the future might hold.

Frank watched you until you disappeared inside, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He had taken the first step towards opening his heart again, and it felt both exhilarating and terrifying. As he drove away, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of something new and beautiful.

The weeks turned into months, and the relationship between you and Frank deepened. Your daily routine began to include not just the familiar comfort of your bakery but also the cherished moments you spent with Frank. He courted you in a manner reminiscent of an old-fashioned British gentleman, his approach both endearing and slightly amusing to you.

Frank was always the picture of decorum, his military training evident in every gesture. He would arrive at your bakery with a bouquet of fresh flowers, his hazel eyes lighting up with warmth as he presented them to you. "For you, my dear," he would say in his baritone voice, his tone both tender and formal. It was a small ritual that never failed to make your heart flutter.

You found his adherence to rules and propriety charming, even if it occasionally made you laugh. Frank was resolute in his refusal to kiss in public, a stance that both enchanted and frustrated you. "There are some things best kept private," he would insist, his tone firm but his eyes soft with affection.

One evening, after the bakery had closed, Frank invited you to his home for dinner. He had prepared a meal with the same meticulous care he applied to everything in his life. The table was set perfectly, and the food was delicious. As you sat together, the conversation flowed easily, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

"You're quite the cook," you teased, taking a sip of the fine wine he had selected. "Is there anything you can't do?"

Frank chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that made your heart skip a beat. "I have my talents," he replied, a twinkle in his eye. "But I must admit, I'm rather impressed with your baking skills. You've turned that little bakery into something truly special."

You smiled, feeling a rush of pride and warmth. "Thank you, Frank. That means a lot coming from you."

After dinner, as you moved to the living room, the atmosphere shifted. There was a tension in the air, a sense of anticipation that neither of you could ignore. Frank took your hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I've enjoyed our time together immensely," he said softly, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. "You bring a light into my life that I didn't realize I was missing."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened as the passion between you ignited. Frank's hands cupped your face, his touch both possessive and reverent, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.

The intensity of the kiss left you both breathless, and as you pulled back, you saw the raw desire in Frank's eyes. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, your own desire mirrored in your gaze. "So have I."

As the weeks went by, your relationship with Frank grew more intimate. You found yourself falling for the man beneath the uniform, the one who reserved his sweetest and gentlest moments just for you. Yet, there was a part of you that longed for more, that wanted to break through the barriers of his discipline and propriety.

One evening, after another dinner at his place, you found yourself unable to resist the urge any longer. Frank was in his kitchen, preparing dessert, when you slipped up behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against his broad back.

Frank felt a warmth spread through him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He wasn't wearing his usual military uniform today, opting instead for a casual outfit that consisted of a well-fitted button-down shirt and dark jeans. The gun strapped to his waist was a reminder of the responsibilities he carried, but tonight, he was determined to focus solely on you.

He paused his dessert preparations, placing the utensils down and leaning back into your embrace. The feel of your body pressed against his back sent a shiver down his spine. He turned his head slightly, catching your eye with a tender smile.

"You know, you make it very hard to concentrate on anything else," Frank said, his baritone voice filled with warmth.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the outline of his belt. "Maybe that's the idea," you replied, your voice a seductive whisper.

Frank turned around to face you, his hazel eyes darkening with desire. He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet firm. "You've been a distraction ever since I met you," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, passionate kiss. Frank responded eagerly, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as the desire between you intensified.

Breaking the kiss, you gazed up at him, your eyes filled with longing. "Frank," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you."

Frank's eyes darkened even further, his breath hitching at your words. "You have no idea how much I want you too," he replied, his voice a rough growl.

With a swift, practiced motion, he unstrapped the gun from his waist, setting it aside on the counter. He then lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the edge of the counter. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that made your heart race.

"You drive me crazy," Frank murmured against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his white hair, pulling him closer. "Show me," you whispered, your voice a sultry invitation.

Frank's hands slid under your shirt, his touch igniting a fire within you. He trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path in their wake. As he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, you gasped, your body arching towards him.

Frank pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to make you feel good."

You nodded, unable to find your voice, your desire for him overwhelming. Frank's hands moved with deliberate precision, his touch both firm and gentle. He leaned in, capturing your lips in another searing kiss as he continued to explore your body.

But Frank suddenly stopped, his breath ragged and his eyes dark with desire. With a surprising tenderness, he pulled you off the counter, and you clung to him as he carried you towards his bedroom. This was the first time you had been in his private sanctuary, and as he placed you gently on the bed, you took advantage of the break to look around.

The room was a reflection of Frank himself: impeccably tidy, everything in its place. The bed was perfectly made, the surfaces clear and organized. It made you smile, seeing this side of him so clearly manifested in his living space. Frank observed your reaction, a small, shy smile playing on his lips.

When you turned your attention back to him, he hesitated, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I can wait if you want to wait. I don't want to rush you."

You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I want you, Frank," you whispered, your voice filled with need. "I want to feel my lieutenant general inside me."

Frank's eyes darkened with lust at your words. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "My baker, you're making it hard to control myself," he murmured against your lips, his voice a rough growl.

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him. "Then don't control yourself," you whispered, your voice husky with need. "I want you to take me, Frank. Make me yours."

Frank’s hands roamed over your body, his touch both firm and gentle. He kissed a trail down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path in their wake. "You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this," he said, his voice trembling with desire.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Show me, Frank," you urged. "Show me how much you want me."

Frank's breath hitched as he reached out to undress you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your denim shorts. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes darkening with lust as your pink cotton panties came into view. He paused for a moment, admiring the sight before him, the contrast of the soft fabric against your skin making his heart race.

You noticed his lingering gaze and decided to tease him a little. "Do you like them, Frank?" you asked, your voice playful and sultry. "You can keep them if you want, but I don't think they'll fit you."

Frank's grip on your thigh tightened, his hazel eyes blazing with desire. "You're so naughty sometimes," he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and arousal. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

He held your legs open for him, his hands firm yet gentle, and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Frank leaned down and pressed a kiss to your pussy through your panties, the fabric dampening with your arousal. The sensation made you moan, your back arching into him.

"Frank, please," you breathed, your voice trembling with need.

Frank focused on the sounds you made, each moan and gasp fueling his desire. It had been a while since he had been with a woman, and he was determined to make you feel good, to show you just how much he wanted you. He nuzzled his face against your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit through the thin fabric, making you shudder with pleasure.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I want to make you feel incredible."

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. "Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to you, as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your bare skin.

You whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as Frank's tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along your folds. He licked and sucked, his movements unhurried, savoring every moment. The feel of his warm, wet tongue against your most sensitive areas made you cry out, your body trembling with need.

Frank's hands slid up your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you open for him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, and you gasped, your hips bucking against his face.

"That's it, baby," Frank encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

You moaned louder, your body writhing under his expert touch. Frank's tongue moved with practiced precision, his years of discipline and control evident in the way he brought you closer and closer to the edge. He alternated between gentle licks and firm sucks, his mouth working you over until you were panting, desperate for release.

"Frank, I'm so close," you whimpered, your voice a high-pitched plea.

Frank groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating through you and pushing you even closer to the brink. "Come for me," he growled, his voice commanding yet tender.

His words were your undoing. With a final cry, you came, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Frank didn't stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault, prolonging your orgasm and driving you wild with sensation.

As you came down from your high, Frank pulled back slightly, his face glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you, his hazel eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. "You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

You smiled weakly, your body still trembling with aftershocks. "Frank, that was incredible," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Frank stood up, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "I'm not done with you yet," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with promise.

You shivered with anticipation, your desire for him reigniting with a vengeance. "Then don't stop," you whispered back, your voice breathless. "Show me what else you've got."

Frank's eyes darkened with renewed lust as he slowly stood up, the tension in the room palpable. You watched, your breath hitching, as he undid his belt. However, he hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Instead of continuing, he turned away, walking over to the light switch and plunging the room into darkness.

You were a little surprised, but you understood. Frank's self-consciousness about his body was something you had noticed, but it didn't change the way you felt about him. His vulnerability only made him more endearing to you.

"Frank," you called softly, your voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "You don't have to hide from me. I want you just as you are."

There was a moment of silence before Frank returned to the bed, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, yet intense kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a renewed urgency.

"I need you, [Your Name]," he murmured against your lips, his voice a low, rough whisper. "I need to feel you, all of you."

You reached out, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the slight softness that came with age. "You're perfect to me, Frank," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "I want all of you."

Frank groaned softly, his hands trembling slightly as he undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, his body pressing against yours, the heat of his desire evident in every touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So damn beautiful."

You smiled in the darkness, your fingers trailing down his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. "Show me how much you want me, Frank," you urged, your voice a sultry whisper. "Make me yours."

Frank's breath hitched at your words, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping you firmly. He positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds. The sensation made you moan softly, your body arching towards him in anticipation.

"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" Frank whispered, his voice rough with desire. "How much I want to be inside you?"

"Yes," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please, Frank. I need you."

With a deep, throaty groan, Frank slowly pushed into you, the thickness of his cock stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the sensation, your body shuddering with pleasure. He moved with a deliberate, steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust deeper.

You moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The darkness seemed to amplify every sensation, the feel of his body against yours, the sound of his ragged breathing, the way his cock filled you completely.

"Frank," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Frank didn't respond with words, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck. He pulled your shirt over your head with a sense of urgency, his fingers fumbling slightly with your bra clasp before finally freeing your breasts. He cupped one in his hand, kneading it gently and teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"You're perfect," he muttered against your skin, his baritone voice rough with desire.

You moaned in response, the sensation of his hands on your body sending waves of pleasure through you. Despite the intensity of the moment, you couldn't help but notice the unusual silence from Frank. He was a quiet man, yes, but this level of silence during sex was new to you. It was almost as if he was holding back, afraid to let go completely.

"Frank," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want to hear you. I want to know how much you want me."

When Frank didn’t respond again, you decided it was time to take control. Gathering your resolve, you turned him around on the bed and straddled him, catching him off guard. Even though you couldn't see his expression in the dark, you could feel the tension in his body. You were determined to make him loosen up, to break through the barriers he had built around himself.

You lowered yourself onto his hard cock, the sensation of him filling you completely sending shivers down your spine. You moved slowly at first, savoring the way he stretched you, but as you felt his hands grip your hips, you knew he wanted more.

"Frank," you whispered, your voice a sultry purr, "I want you to let go. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

You began to ride him, your movements steady and controlled, your hips rolling in a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath. Frank's hands tightened on your hips, his grip almost painful in its intensity. You could feel him holding back, his body tense beneath you.

"Come on, Lieutenant General," you teased, your voice low and seductive. "Let me hear you. Show me how much you want this."

You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock with a sense of urgency that matched your desire. Each thrust drove you closer to the edge, your moans filling the room as you rode him harder. Frank's breathing grew ragged, his control slipping as you pushed him to his limits.

"Fuck, Frank," you gasped, your nails digging into his chest. "You feel so good inside me. You're so big, so perfect. I want you to come with me."

Frank's hands moved to your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as you rode him. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through you, making you cry out. "That's it," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. "Just like that. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you lose control."

Frank groaned, the sound deep and guttural, as he thrust up into you, meeting your movements with a newfound urgency. "God, [Your Name]," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're driving me crazy."

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as you continued to ride him. "Come for me, Frank," you whispered against his lips. "Let go. I want to feel you come inside me."

Frank's control finally snapped. With a growl, he gripped your hips tightly, thrusting up into you with a force that left you breathless. The intensity of his movements pushed you over the edge, and you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with pleasure.

Frank followed you moments later, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, his groans filling the room. You collapsed against him, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you.

Frank's hands moved to your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You're incredible."

You smiled against his chest, feeling a warmth spread through you. "So are you, Frank," you murmured. "You just needed to let go."

Frank chuckled softly, his breath warm against your hair. "I think I can get used to this," he admitted, his tone tender.

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze in the dim light. "Good," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

Frank smiled, his eyes softening with warmth. "Neither am I."

As you lay together in the darkness, the bond between you strengthened by the shared intimacy, you felt a sense of peace and contentment. You had found something special with Frank, something worth holding onto. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

[luciosdisk]

Multi x reader!!

contains: Symmetra, Lucio, Juno, Mei

A/N: Sitting on a balcony pondering about what could’ve been making it what it is🥹 I enjoy this support for my works so so so much! Writing has always been something I loved doing, knowing that I can make other people happy with my Interests makes me happy!

Warnings!: Smart!Reader for Satya. Waffle enjoyer for Juno😭😭. (1) corny joke for Mei. Angst for Mei???

Symmetraᰔᩚ

💎In the beginning of the relationship between you two: it was awkard…Very awkward.

💎Satya has shared an apartment before with…someone… *cough* Niran…

💎Symmetra found interest in you due to your knowledge on certain topics; design wise of course. Satya being a recruit architect allows her to have a sense of fashion!

💎More so into the relationship is when you notice little things she does. Satya likes to be prepared for certain things; no matter what it is, She will tell you!

💎Satya always makes sure you know something before it is done.

“I will be heading out; do you need anything?” Satya questions walking towards the door

“No uh…I’m fine thanks for asking.” You responded in sequence.

💎She likes to check if you’ve made different changes to yourself or other things; change of placement of items, hair swooped to the other side, or even a change of how you speak.

💎”I’ve noticed something different about you in recent times…is it possible you began to wear more sparkling colors?” Satya inquires looking at you-not really making eye contact.

“Oh! I guess so.” You stated in surprise for you haven’t noticed until now.

💎Satya is not the one for PDA infact she doesn’t really like being touched. The feeling of touch kind of messes with her senses a tad bit. She very rarely makes a move on you.

Lúcioᰔᩚ

🐸He tried asking you out…he really did: but the words wouldn’t come out his mouth! Lúcio was a stuttering mess, all he could do is hope you understood!

🐸In the beginning of the relationship he’d ask a lot of questions(music related of course) Favorite genre? Favorite artist? Favorite band?

🐸Lúcio was attached to your hip! Literally…like for real. During his free time he loves to take you places especially where he grew up, Brazil, showing you the art he grew up with.

🐸He will sometimes say things in Portuguese and the be like “Ah I’m sorry!” And immediately translate what ever said to English (of course depending on what he said…it varies)

🐸Lúcio loves showing you off and your talents! Even if they aren’t reasonable. D.va probably knows a lot more than she tells you. How can Lúcio keep his mouth shut when he knows he has one of the most greatest people in the world has his significant other???

🐸You and him definitely match outfits to events! Whether it be Christmas or just a pool party you and him are always matching.

🐸He has a pixie mind sometimes where his mind moves faster than his body and other times it’s vice versa. Lúcio understands it might be hard for you to in-just to his way of life. Do not fret! The longer he is with you his mind and body pace together in harmony.

🐸He enjoys PDA! Lúcio loves the fact that he can make other people know your his just by holding his hand! Although if you make the move first he will get all mushy.

Junoᰔᩚ

💫 Juno has never been in a relationship until now, being the first human born on mars after all, she has never had any romantic experiences.

💫Juno is one of the most shyest people ever!

💫Juno loves to be next to you; it helps with her nerves during stressful situations. Juno knowing she is next to someone she loves makes her feel safe.

💫She will mindlessly agree with you on certain things.

“Waffles are better than pancakes!” You exclaimed with a serious attitude.

“Y-yes! Waffles are nice!” Juno speaks almost immediately after your exclaim.

💫PDA has her so embarrassed!! Juno doesn’t mind holding hands with you or hugging you it’s just the simple act that has her mind running in circles!

💫Juno loves when you compliment her on certain things: even if it’s small. The Compliments makes her hearts do jump ropes!<3

💫Juno will cry if you ask her about Martian things. Her knowing you’re interested in her life when she was on mars also makes her happy.

💫Sometimes even if it isn’t a yes or no question She’ll just nod (she wasn’t paying attention to your words, only your beauty.) And then apologize frantically.

Meiᰔᩚ

❄️Oh how she cares so much for you should be studied!

❄️She loves caring for you kind of like a mom in a way: making sure you have food on your plate, you have nice clothes, and your happy.

❄️Snowball enjoys your company as well! Making pleasant beeps when they see you. Snowball sees you as a parent to it…like you and Mei are it’s parents(no matter your gender)

❄️If you like science Mei will love to do experiments with you! Rather A-mei-zing (pun intended)

❄️Mei has a bad habit of apologizing when anything goes wrong…anything. Mei apologizes even if it’s not her fault! If you confront her about she will also apologize.

❄️Once you get it through to her she’ll stop apologizing as much(she stands still and avoids eye contact) During the conversation she will and does cry! Mei is so use to apologizing it feels disrespectful if she doesn’t.

❄️Mei enjoys PDA she finds hand holding to be her favorite. She doesn’t like kissing or making out in public she finds it just plain gross.

❄️”Me and Snowball decided to make dinner for you…you seemed upset today, I’m sorry..” Mei spoke in a soft tone being filled by condescending nods from snowball

“Thank you Mei! Don’t be sorry-it’s not your fault I’m upset.” You replied trying to get your point through. It isn’t her fault

[marsi-is-depressed]

Please, darling.

Eleventh doctor x fem!reader  18+

Tw/Cw: First time face-sitting for reader, anxiety, oral sex, cunnilingus, praise.

Are you up for sitting on my face? With a smile on his face, he took your hand and began guiding you to the bedroom.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

"What?" His brilliant green eyes sparkle with fake confusion as he turns to face you, his brows wrinkled.

"Pardon, you mean your lap, right?" You chuckled while displaying a perplexed look.

Doctor looked about as smug as he ever did and when he wasn’t shouting with rage over aliens and Daleks attacking, a mischievous smirk tended to be his default expression. His softer moments, weren't so secret as but were expected to remain serious, existed behind the closed doors of the TARDIS.

He wasn't accustomed to being kind. Things like falling in love were absent from his existence, which was what it was and what he had been compelled to become. The more you'd been with him, the more he'd warmed up to gentler times, but as a patient teacher, you'd been helping him better comprehend that aspect of himself. 

💫💫💫💫💫💫

“That’s the face of somebody asking me to do something I’m not so sure I can do.”

“Yes, you can. It will be simple. All you need to do is move that lovely body a bit so you can sit comfortably on my face.”

"Doctor, you won't be able to breathe."

His fingers drummed on his warm, hairless chest, and a little sigh of exasperation from his lips. He urged you to move up closer by rubbing his hands over your thighs out of impatience. His eyes were slightly tinged with mischief as he peered at you.

"Remember that I'm immortal, dear, and you won't hurt me in any way. If your gorgeous face had the power to kill, I would have died long before now.”

"Not the most comforting words."

"Look, everything will work out. Would you kindly stop worrying, come up here, and sit on my face now, sweetie?

You dragged your moist core past the white splatter of his own sperm that covered the smoothness of his stomach and away from the front of his exhausted cock as you crept a little higher.

“Please, darling. Come give me a nice little taste.”

"Trying this has the benefit of keeping you quiet for five minutes."

"If you last that long at all."

On either side of his head, you extend your legs wide, keeping your knees apart, being careful not to grab his brown hair. Weary of your hesitancy, the doctor grabbed your ass meat and pulled you down more quickly. It was nothing unusual to you, getting eaten out, but you weren't used to face-sitting, and you were shocked at how much the doctor seemed eager to do it. With as often as he got his mouth on you when he made time for sex, it ought to have been no shock how much he desired this.

“Sweetheart, you're awfully wet for somebody acting so shy about this,” he teased, tongue darting out for one slow lave that dipped into you and drew up, all along towards your clit. 

"I'm not nervous. I simply don't want to put you in harm.

He hummed against your mound in a way that showed how doubtful he was of your explanation and how indifferent he was to any more justifications. If there was one thing you knew the doctor desired, it was moans rather than contemptuous remarks, another probing lick that gathered up your essence. There was no doubt that it felt wonderful; a few tongue-to-clit passes caused you to relax closer to his lips with less hesitancy, enjoying the comforting sensation. Doctor looped his arms to wrap around your thighs as another moan, this one contented, rumbled softly against your core.

When you peered down, you could see his eyes closed in pleasure and focus, his mouth making wet noises between your thighs, and the deep pink of his tongue repeatedly dipping over your bud. As you watched him for a little while, your head craning back when he gave your clit a strong suck, it was quite the sight, one that made you bite your lip.

Doctor—Fuck! His silky lips encircled your clit as you shouted, and he sucked forcefully, tapping your thigh to confirm that he wasn't joking.

He quickly developed an unrestrained appetite. He did it anytime he desired you. Instead of eating you out, the doctor feasted on you, slurping and moaning at your delicate folds like a guy enjoying his first taste of a fine dessert. In order to get a better taste of your distinct flavour, he pushed his tongue into you while forcing his nose on your clit. Then, his lips closed over the swelling nub once again. You ached more and more as he used his tongue to assault you, reaching down to grab his hair.

You stilled not more than a few seconds after you realised what you’d been doing, gasping and lifting off him as far as his grip would allow you to.

 You gazed down at the doctor, who seemed both startled and irritated as his breath fanned across your cunt and his forehead wrinkled.

I apologise! I didn't think!

"Why did you stop, darling?"

"Because I started riding your face the way I ride your dick!"

"What's the issue, my love?"

You gaped at him, and the doctor licked his already shiny lips while shaking his head as best he could with your thighs around it.

"Oh, dear one, you weren't harming anything at all. Do me the honour of coming back down here now, please. Stop worrying so much, ride my face, and tug my hair.

To prove that he's fine and dandy, the doctor dragged your hand back to his hair, giving it a light pat of reassurance as if to wordlessly say that you could pull to your heart’s content. Sighing and trying to take his words to heart for real the second time around, you lowered your body again and resolved to let yourself enjoy it. Your cooperation was rewarded with pleasure as the doctor's tongue twirled around your clit to show you how happy he truly was.

It felt great, and the way he rubbed your clit in a frenzy had you loosing every last piece of restraint that had held you back. The feeling of control was addictive, especially since the doctor didn't give up his mouth frequently. Eventually, the doctor allowed you to use his mouth as you needed to, following your motions instead of guiding you into his moist caress. As if he were a god to pray to instead of an extraterrestrial with time-lord abilities, you rode his soft tongue like a woman under a spell and moaned his name, feeling so lovely that you could cry. 

Even while his lips generally inflicted the sweetest destruction on your body, his grunts, muffled and rumbling against your sodden flesh, and his fingers playing your nipples took you to a climax unlike anything you'd ever experienced. An electric sensation that tingled over your skin caused you to shiver. The doctor kept stroking your tightening core and responding clit until you began to draw away for a break, even after your hips stopped on their own. 

He voluntarily let you go, and as you pulled yourself off of it and fell boneless on the bed next to him, you saw a glimpse of his face. His gentle smile was so wide that he seemed as content as a man who had just won a huge sum of money, and his chin glistened from the quantity of arousal you'd gotten all over it. He was almost as breathless as you were. A few more tears drop from your lashes, even though the intense feelings are fading and leaving your chest feeling light.

"I guess I didn't have to worry after all."

"You see, I told you."

Without the sonic screwdriver this time, the doctor shuffled and turned onto his side to examine you. He hasn't yet removed the evidence of your orgasm off the bottom portion of his face. He proudly displayed his slickness, which, in your opinion, he had well earned.

In order to remove any remaining tears and any faint mascara stains you may have, the doctor's hands softly cup your face and his thumbs swipe beneath your eyes. He bends in and gives your lips a tender, affectionate kiss before stroking your arm and up in a calming manner.

[grimoirey]

🪐 Astrological Planets 🪐

Visualization Exercise:

Astrology Journey through the Planets

This visualization exercise is a journey through the essence of each planet in astrology, helping you connect directly with their energies to gain a personal, intuitive understanding of what each represents. By immersing yourself in these cosmic personalities, you’ll feel how the Sun inspires confidence, the Moon invites emotional reflection, Mercury sparks curiosity, and so forth. This experience allows you to explore the unique qualities each planet brings to your personality and life path, creating a deeper and more relatable understanding of their roles in astrology. Let this journey deepen your connection to the planets’ influences, making their meanings more vivid and accessible.

🌞🌛🌞🌜🌞🌛🌞🌜🌞🌛🌞🌜🌞

Setting the Stage

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let yourself settle into a peaceful state. Imagine a swirling pathway of stars and light stretching before you, each sparkling step leading you toward the cosmic personalities of the planets. You’re about to meet each one and feel their unique influence, directly touching your personality, relationships, and journey.

💫 The Sun

Your Core Self and Vitality

As you take your first step, you’re enveloped in a warm, golden glow. The space around you radiates with the energy of the Sun. It’s bright, powerful, and feels like it’s lifting you up, encouraging you to embrace your truest self. This light reminds you of your core identity, the parts of you that shine the brightest. You feel a surge of confidence and vitality, like you’re standing on stage under a spotlight.

With the Sun’s energy flowing through you, you hear its gentle, empowering voice: “Stand tall in who you are. Embrace your strengths and unique spirit—this is the essence that makes you truly you. Show the world your light.”

💫The Moon

Emotions and Inner Needs

Moving forward, you step into a soft, silvery glow. It feels cool and comforting, like a gentle embrace. This is the Moon’s space, representing your emotional world and what makes you feel truly at home. The atmosphere is serene and reflective, pulling you inward. Here, you feel free to explore your feelings, to honor the side of yourself that craves comfort, connection, and understanding.

The Moon whispers softly, “Let yourself feel. Your emotions are your inner compass, guiding you to what fulfills you. Take time to nurture yourself; your sensitivity is a gift.”

💫 Mercury

Communication and Thought Process

As you leave the Moon’s calming presence, you enter a bright, lively space filled with sparks of energy. Mercury appears, quick and curious, radiating a playful and sharp energy. The space buzzes with ideas, thoughts, and words, inviting you to engage, learn, and communicate. Mercury’s essence encourages you to ask questions, to seek out new ideas, and to think on your feet.

Mercury’s voice is quick and lively: “Stay curious, keep learning, and communicate openly. Your words are powerful tools—use them to connect, to express yourself, and to explore new ideas.”

💫 Venus

Love, Beauty, and Relationships

Stepping further along, you enter a space filled with soft hues of pink and green, a gentle fragrance of flowers in the air. This is Venus, embodying love, beauty, and the way you connect in relationships. The energy here is warm, inviting, and filled with a sense of harmony. Venus wraps you in a sensation of affection and grace, encouraging you to appreciate beauty in yourself and others.

Venus’s voice is soft and loving: “Embrace love in all forms, cherish beauty, and nurture your connections. When you value yourself and others, you create harmony and joy.”

💫 Mars

Drive, Action, and Courage

Moving on, the air suddenly warms, charged with a bold and fiery energy. This is Mars, the planet of drive and action. The space around you feels dynamic, full of movement and potential. Here, you’re encouraged to go after what you want with confidence and determination. Mars’s energy stirs up courage within you, igniting your passions and empowering you to take action.

Mars speaks with strength: “Don’t hold back—go after what you want! Your passions are your fuel. Move forward with confidence and face challenges head-on. You’re stronger than you know.”

💫 Jupiter

Growth, Luck, and Optimism

As you step further, the space opens up, and you feel an expansive, uplifting energy. This is Jupiter’s realm—a place of growth, opportunity, and boundless optimism. You feel lighter here, as if anything is possible, encouraged to dream big and to trust in life’s journey. Jupiter’s energy fills you with a sense of hope and encourages you to explore beyond your limits.

Jupiter’s voice is warm and wise: “Expand your horizons and embrace new experiences. Trust that the world is filled with abundance. Stay optimistic—your journey is full of possibilities.”

💫 Saturn

Discipline, Structure, and Responsibility

You step into a calm, steady space, with a feeling of groundedness and quiet strength. This is Saturn’s presence, where discipline, responsibility, and growth through patience come into focus. The energy here is purposeful and wise, inviting you to reflect on your goals and the steps required to achieve them. Saturn’s energy reminds you of the importance of commitment and resilience.

Saturn’s voice is firm yet kind: “Build with care, and respect your commitments. Discipline brings true strength. Take pride in what you create through patience and perseverance.”

💫 Uranus

Innovation, Freedom, and Change

Next, you’re swept into a space charged with bright, electric energy. This is Uranus, the planet of innovation, freedom, and change. Here, the air feels alive with the potential for new ideas and breakthroughs. Uranus encourages you to think outside the box, to embrace your unique perspective, and to let go of outdated ways of thinking. You feel a sense of liberation, an invitation to express yourself authentically.

Uranus’s voice is bold and inspiring: “Break free from what holds you back! Embrace change, be open to new ideas, and trust in your individuality. Freedom is found in authenticity.”

💫 Neptune

Imagination, Dreams, and Spirituality

Stepping onward, you enter a space filled with soft, dreamlike energy. This is Neptune’s realm, where imagination, intuition, and spirituality are heightened. The energy here feels mystical, as if you’re walking through a dreamscape, encouraging you to connect with your inner world and let go of rigid boundaries. Neptune invites you to explore your dreams and your deeper spiritual self.

Neptune’s voice is soft and soothing: “Allow yourself to dream, to imagine, and to connect with the unseen. Trust in intuition—it is a source of deep wisdom and magic.”

💫 Pluto

Transformation, Power, and Rebirth

Finally, you enter a dark, intense space with an energy that feels both mysterious and powerful. This is Pluto, the planet of transformation and rebirth. The atmosphere here is thick with potential, urging you to face your depths, confront what needs to be released, and embrace transformation. Pluto’s energy is empowering, guiding you through the process of letting go and renewal.

Pluto’s voice is deep and resonant: “Embrace change on the deepest level. Release what no longer serves you, and let yourself be reborn. There is strength in transformation and growth in embracing your truth.”

🌞🌜🌞🌛🌞🌜🌞🌛🌞🌜🌞🌛🌞

Returning to the Present

With the wisdom of each planet now a part of you, take a moment to absorb their insights. Let each planetary energy settle within you, infusing your being with its unique guidance and inspiration. When you’re ready, bring your awareness back to your body, feeling grounded and connected.

Open your eyes, carrying with you the wisdom of the cosmos as you walk your path, inspired and supported by the celestial energies that shape your life.

[fuyuswifey]

|Wish you were here right now|

pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x fem! Reader

cw: smut, FaceTime sex, masturbation, cursing, established relationship, fem reader

💫You haven’t seen your boyfriend in months, so a FaceTime call is bound to get heated💫

You had been studying abroad in another country. Due to this, you haven’t been able to see your boyfriend, Chifuyu in months. The first few months, you guys FaceTimed every day, but slowly as time went on you couldn’t do that as much. It’s not that you didn’t want to. Of course you want to talk to your boyfriend any chance you can. Your schedule was just busy, so you had to settle with texting each other in between your classes and studying. Honestly, you hated it. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face. You missed his smile, and the way his eyes practically sparkled whenever he told you about his day. You just missed him so much.

Today, you were lucky enough to not have not have any classes due to them being cancelled. That means you finally had time to enjoy a nice call with your boyfriend. You decided to text him first to make sure he wasn’t busy, and almost immediately he was responding with a quick message reading ‘I’m never too busy for you’. You smiled at the message. You propped the phone up against your desk. For some reason, you felt a little nervous to call him. Maybe it was all the excitement that was building up. After all, you haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with him in a while, and now you were able to. You quickly hit the call button and waited for an answer. He answered within the first ring, as if he was waiting by the phone.

“Baby, hi! I missed you” The sound of his voice immediately brought a smile to your face. It almost sounded foreign, but hearing it after so long gave you a warmth feeling. You really did miss him. He gave you a bright smile, and you swore you would die right there. You missed everything about him, and seeing it now made you more happier than ever. His black hair, his fresh undercut, and his piercing that you loved dearly.

“I missed you too” You finally spoke after spending a minute admiring the man you had the honors of calling your boyfriend. “I’m sorry that I been so busy lately. Summer is right around the corner though and I’ll me home”. It was true, you had two more months before you could run into Chifuyu’s arms and never let him go. You couldn’t wait.

An hour into your guys call, and you both were still talking about whatever you could think about. Chifuyu was telling you about all the cute animals he encountered while working. However, you weren’t really listening to his words. Not when you were too focused on the way his adam apple bobbed while talking, or how deep his voice sounded. It was all music to your ears. Or maybe it was the way his loose t-shirt exposed his collarbone. God, it was honestly everything. You found yourself falling into a trance. Your eyes never leaving his neck, and before you knew it, you felt a heat growing between your legs. Damn. Were you really getting horny just by the look of his neck and the sound of his voice?

“Baby? Baby, are you listening?”

You were brought back to reality at the sound of your boyfriends voice. You hadn’t realized you zoned out so hard and completely missed everything Chifuyu said to you. “Sorry, what were you saying?”. He chuckled at you before shaking his head in disbelief. “You missed everything I just said, didn’t you?”

You nodded slowly, a little embarrassed. You couldn’t help it though. “S-Sorry.. I was just a little distracted”. It was true, you were very distracted, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the man on your screen.

He grinned at you slightly. “I see.. You must was in that head of yours, having dirty little thoughts huh?” He asked, his voice teasing. His words immediately made you growled embarrassed and nervous. If he was being honest, he was having some interesting ones himself. He also couldn’t help but bask in the sight of you after months. You looked just as good as you did then. Shit, maybe even better. “If I’m being honest.. I really miss being able to touch you and be close to you”.

His words caused the heat in your core to grow stronger. You were rubbing your thighs together although he couldn’t tell from the angle. Your need for him was becoming stronger by the second. “Chifuyu…”. Your words came out in a soft whimper. The sound of your voice, and the clear evidence of how needy you were immediately made blood shoot to his cock. If it wasn’t for the sound of his belt jingling, you wouldn’t of known he was unbuttoning his pants.

“Baby, do you still have that present I gave you?” He asked you, a smirk growing on his face.

You immediately knew what present he was referring too. Three months into your studies Chifuyu had sent you a gift. You remember being a little surprised when you were noticed about the box at the post office for you. When you finally opened it up back in your room, you were met with the sight of a dildo with a note attached to it that read ‘For when you miss me too much :( Even though I’m better’. That night you had used it of course, a long with many other nights when you needed a way to fulfill your desires. You went to the bottom dresser of your drawer to fetch the toy. It was purple, and roughly 6 inches. “I got it right here”.

“I want you to use it for me”

You didn’t know why, but his words caused butterflies to grow in your stomach. Were you perhaps, getting shy? You’ve had sex with your boyfriend plenty of times, but never have you ever masturbated in front of him, and you definitely never had phone sex. This was more intimate then just normal phone sex though. You could see him. He could see you. You wanted to do this though. You needed to. You walked to your bed, sitting back against the wall. You decided to leave the phone on the desk so he had a perfect view of you.

You slowly unbuttoned your shorts. You’re fingers trembled with excitement as you slipped the material off, along with you damped underwear. The second your wet core was exposed, you heard a groan from you phone.

“Fuck, I miss seeing this pussy” Chifuyu at this point was fisting his own dick. He let a string of spit fall from his mouth and onto his tip to add a bit of moisture. “Go ahead pretty girl. Use that toy for me”.

You didn’t have to be told twice, and immediately pushed the dildo into your cunt. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing as you laid your head back against the wall. The second the toy plunged in, you could hear how wet you were. “Fuck… feels good”. You began to move the toy at a steady pace. Although it didn’t feel good enough. Not the way your boyfriends dick would feel in you. “Chifuyu… I-I need you…”.

The young man let out another groan. The sight of you pleasuring yourself while begging for him, it was nothing but heaven on earth. “I know, I need you too. Can’t wait till you can come home. I can fuck you properly then”. His hand moved faster, tossing his head back. He could imagine how it would feel to have your wet cunt wrapped around him after so long. The way your juices would soak his cock. Or the way you so easily took him in your mouth. You were always so messy when you have him a blowjob. Drool and spit dripping, loud gagging noises. “Fuck! My hand could never compare to you”

Your toes started curling at the pleasure, releasing loud moans whenever the toy hit your g-spot. The sounds of your moans and wet cunt filled the room, alongside the sounds of Chifuyu’s groans coming from your phone. You both were slowing edging closer, and closer to your release.

“Fuck baby” Chifuyu said as he began to buck his hips up into his fist. “Gonna cum! Wish it was you I could cum in”

His words was what finally pushed you over the edge. You hips shook as your orgasm finally came. You juices soaked your sheets and you legs. You stopped the movement of your hand, your body slumping against your wall.

The sight of you cumming was enough to make his own orgasm come. Your boyfriend let out a loud moan as he shot his load, his cum covering his hand and his shirt. “Fuck… We should of done that sooner”. His words came out in a breathless tone as he slowly caught his breath. “You okay over there babe?”.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.. I’m good”. Your breathing had finally returned to it’s normal pace, “I really needed that…”. It was true. You hadn’t spent any time pleasuring yourself lately as you had been worried about test and work. You needed this moment to release any pent up sexual frustration you had. “Thank you”.

“No need to thank me” Your boyfriend replied. “When you get home though… that’s when you can really thank me”. He wore a smirk and you couldn’t help but bite your lip softly. Oh how you couldn’t wait to go home.

A/n: I was so excited to finally post this. This is my first full smut I wrote so I hope it wasn’t rushed. I wrote this for @kazushawty milestone collab. Congratulations on reaching 5.5k🫶🏾 I hope you guys enjoy.

[venturelovebot]

Fluffcember Day Eight: Sparkling Snow mixed with Holiday Decorations

A/N: Prompt list is by @fluff-cember! Written in headcanon format. I'm running out of comments to put here. 🫠 I still hope you enjoy reading, though! It's made with love (for Venture)! Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated but not necessary!

Warnings: None! Pure fluff!

🎄 "Are you sure you don't want any help?" You ask, bringing them some of their world famous Mexican hot chocolate you heated up from the fridge.

🕊️ "I'm almost done! Plus, I helped decorate around base last weekend!" They assure you.

🪽 They hop down from the latter and take a deep drink from the bottle you bring them. They finish it all in one go, wiping their mouth on their sweater.

⛄️ "Thank you, cariño." They nuzzle you before getting back to work. "You're the best!"

❄️ Meanwhile, back indoors, you start to decorate a little bit by yourself.

☕️ The miniature tree was already set up with multicolored lights and various christmas colored bulbs.

🍪 Underneath it sat several gifts you got for one another.

🎁 It was already beginning to look pretty festive, but you couldn't help but feel like you could do better.

💫 That's when inspiration strikes.

🔔 You remember all the decorations you brought from home sitting in the attic, collecting nearly twelve months worth of dust all by its lonesome.

🎄 ... and look who just walked through the door!

🕊️ "Before you put up the latter, could you reach into the attic for me?" You ask them sweetly.

🪽 Within a few minutes they're hauling out boxes left to right filled to the brim with forgotten holiday items.

⛄️ "That's the last one!" They set it down on the floor, then dust off their hands.

❄️ As soon as the cardboard flaps open, you're hit in the face with an enormous cloud of dust.

☕️ You cough up what was sucked down into your lungs. Then, your eyes begin to water. Through pure determination alone, you power through and grab the first thing laying on top.

🍪 Silver tensile. It's dotted with equally holographic snowflakes.

🎁 It seems like there's miles of it, as your arms continue to pull out the shining material until it finally comes to a stop a full minute later.

💫 They wrap one end around their neck like a scarf.

🔔 "I guess this would be a good start!" You look up with them, watching as they confusingly wrap themself further.

🎄 You help them out before they become a fully decked christmas mummy.

🕊️ "You're more balanced than I am. Think you could hang it up?" You ask them with a smile.

🪽 "Leave it to me!" They swell with confidence before sneezing with a high pitched squeak.

⛄️ The walls become lined with eye catching silver and white tinsel, snowflakes catching the wind from the ceiling fan and fluttering every which way.

❄️ Once more they dust their hands from their hard work.

☕️ "What's next?" They peek inside the boxes and pull out more stuff.

🍪 Two stockings fill their hands. Your name is embroidered on one while their name is adorned on the other.

🎁 "Oh, I remember that." You cringe a little inside thinking about it. "Grandma went all out when you visited for the first time."

💫 They laugh from the memories it brings them.

🔔 "I remember! It was the first time I ever tried a chocolate orange. Your grandma is awesome!" They grin.

🎄 "Not when she pulled out the baby pictures." You look away in embarrassment.

🕊️ "You were so cute in your little Santa costume, though!" They pat your back affectionately.

🪽 "Don't remind me. It was the same year I ate all the candy canes off the tree... ugh." You still feel sick just thinking about it.

⛄️ Regardless.

❄️ The stockings now hang from either side of the television stand. You'd have to remind yourself to get candy and goodies for them later.

☕️ Both of you resume rummaging through the musty boxes and adding whatever you could to the interior of your shared home.

🍪 Cute feathered doves from the flea market, angel figurines passed down from family members, various ornaments and bulbs that you ended up practically suffocating your mini tree with.

🎁 By the time is said and done, the sun had set and the icicle lights outside flicker on. The moon rises high into the sky, reflecting a soft white glimmer off the freshly fallen snow.

💫 Wait... snow?

🔔 "It snowed?" You look outside in amazement.

🎄 "The weather channel said it would." They nonchalantly reply, relaxing into the couch after a long day of work.

🕊️ It sparkles in certain angles. It looked just deep enough to go make snow angels in! However, the single digit temperature was certainly a deterrent for the time being.

🪽 You join your beloved on the couch. Your arms start to ache as they relax.

⛄️ Sloan pulls you into a deep hug and peppers your face with kisses nearly out of nowhere. You start laughing as they relentlessly barrage you with surprise affection.

❄️ "Why are you kissing me?!" You grin as you playfully push them off, but they continue swooping in for more.

☕️ After a couple minutes of nonstop smooching– tears building up in your eyes, no less– they point to the ceiling.

🍪 There hangs a fake bushel of mistletoe decorated with a couple red holly berries.

🎁 "You would do that." You tease them jovially.

💫 As a result of your sass, they continue their onslaught as you giggle and kick your feet in delight.

🔔 Outside is quiet. Wind picks up and carries the powdery snow across the glimmering ground. The icicle lights twirl lightly in the breeze.

🎄 All the while, you're wrapped in their arms where you belong.

[enchantedwitchling]

Crystal Magic for Beginners: Embarking on an Enchanting Journey

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Crystals, those dazzling gems of the Earth, have a mystical allure that captivates the hearts of many. If you're new to the world of crystal magic and eager to explore the wonders these stones hold, you've come to the right place!

Welcome to the enchanting realm of "Crystal Magic for Beginners," where we embark on a magical journey to discover the immense power and wisdom these precious gems can bring into our lives.

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1. Choosing Your First Crystals 🌈🔍

With countless crystals to choose from, finding your perfect match can be a thrilling adventure. Begin by exploring the most common crystals like clear quartz, amethyst, and rose quartz. Allow your intuition to guide you as you feel their energies and pick the ones that resonate with you the most.

2. Setting Your Intentions 🌟🌌

Crystals are like cosmic companions, amplifying our intentions and desires. Before you start working with them, take a moment to set your intentions—whether it's enhancing love, boosting creativity, or finding inner peace. Infuse your chosen crystals with these intentions to create a powerful connection.

3. Cleansing and Charging 🌬️🌞

To awaken the full potential of your crystals, give them a refreshing cleanse to clear away any previous energies. You can use running water, moonlight, or smoke from sage or palo santo to purify them. After cleansing, bask them in the light of the sun or the glow of the moon to recharge their energies.

4. Creating Sacred Spaces 🏰🌠

Designate a special place in your home to honor your crystal collection. Arrange them on a crystal grid, an altar, or simply display them on a beautiful cloth. This sacred space becomes a portal of inspiration and connection with the magical energies they embody.

5. Crystal Affirmations and Meditation 🧘‍♀️💎

Embrace the serene world of crystal meditation and affirmations. Hold your chosen crystal in your hand, close your eyes, and allow its energies to wash over you. Recite empowering affirmations to align yourself with its energy, awakening your inner magic.

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As we embark on this journey into the wondrous world of crystal magic, remember to embrace the process with an open heart and a curious mind. Crystals are not merely rocks; they are cosmic allies ready to guide you toward self-discovery, empowerment, and healing.

So let us embrace the enchantment of crystal magic, where the sparkle of each gem mirrors the brilliance within ourselves.

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

iluna and details

whenever i see anime characters i'm always fascinated by if they were more realistic, or more detailed, you know, the little elements of people that animation studios just don't have the budget nor time nor medium to depict. so this ficlet is a love letter to all the beautiful parts of people that can't really be captured until you're living in their lovely presence!

this wasn't originally an iluna post. it was actually for all of the nijien boys, you see, i worked on it as a warmup before my bigger projects, and a place for me to practice shorter fic. but i was so charmed by the concept and how fun these were to write that i wanted the girls in on this too...! i'll slowly work on the other units as time goes on and i work on more projects

tags: established relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader

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🤟 Kyo Kaneko

He calls himself an asshole and you'd be the first to agree. He's comfortable enough with you to poke fun at you, and when you tease back it's a game you both play to win. He's yours, after all, and it rolls off him like water off a duck's back, because he knows when to back off or go all in. His energy shines moonlight into the pitch dark. No matter what, he always has something to say that makes the night seem so much less bleak.

But the moon needs to sink to calm, and he stays late into the night with drive fierce enough to silence himself. He sits at his desk. Candy blue hair is swept back in a headband, but the dyed locks curl out in front of his face as he writes.

He is so determined, and the stars against his back wish they had his grit. The pencil wavers, bounces, swings this way and that as he thinks. The eraser presses the skin underneath his lip before the answer comes to him.

For all the resolve in his apple-green eyes are, the lids can barely sustain it. There are too many thoughts for one body to hold. The night creeps longer and his eyelashes flutter closed.

You see what the moon sees in him, this supercharged soul, the light that shines off his wit, the quiet resilience to keep going. Traces of moonbeam cross along his soft skin, the hoodie over his shoulders, hair the color of the sky. The patterns of lights follow as you carry him to bed.

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🐰 Maria Marionette

She lives in long sleeves. Your jacket suits her like a charm, even though it's much too big for her little body. Especially because it's too big for her body. It's so rare to see her without long socks that stretch far above the hem of her skirt.

Her knit socks brush against your legs as she sits. The movie has long been forgotten by you in favor of admiring her delicacy. She fits so perfectly in your lap, a stand to a centerpiece, a matching set, do not separate.

When she recognizes the look in your eye she curls closer to you, and when she can't get enough she musters up the courage to slip off her jacket.

Along the bends of her arms and the links upon her fingers you see everything she is so scared of. Sweeping lines stretch across her skin, pale and geometric, and perfectly wrapped around the diameter. They're symmetrical. Ball joints. Articulation imprinted in scars, the only sign flesh was once porcelain.

She is so gorgeous in her vulnerability. She is so gorgeous in her everything, her body and soul, no matter the form. You press your lips along the white scarring between her knuckles.

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💫 Aster Arcadia

He has to be one of the most intricate pieces of art in the world. There’s no other explanation. His makeup never fades even as his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and when he presses his lips together right before laughing out loud.

And sometimes you can’t even tell when it’s grooming or just how harmonious he was formed. His makeup never fades, but his air sparkles, thousands of strokes of gas and space dust and matter swirling around his body, the edge of a nebula, the collections of what makes solar systems burst and catch fire.

There is electricity when he moves. The earth bends around him. Not a hair is out of place even in moments when just touching him is like placing your hands against a plasma ball.

He is so beautiful and so unfathomable and so innately himself.

He shivers when you press against sensitivities but you doubt he could ever understand the coursing under your veins, the push and pull of gravity, the molten core. The effect he has on you.

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👼 Aia Amare

No matter what she does, she is feather-light. Her steps are easy to miss, so she sneaks up on you without even trying, and when you jump in surprise she titters in musical tones. When she reaches out to touch you, she is your pedestal. Her hands are strong but gentle, the mark of an artist, and the briefest skim against your skin leaves impressions like you are nothing but soft clay.

She is feather, and coated in downy white, and songbird and stars in the clouds. Her heavens soften her. If you didn't know a thing about her, you'd imagine her so fragile that she could float away with a breath.

But for as light as she is, she is intense. Waves roar in time with her noise. There is so much spirit and so much energy within her. The brightness turns blinding, but only when she wants it to.

She slips off the glasses, and you are reminded of the bristles that make up a feather. The lenses mute the color, but without them, cool mint freezes over so strongly that her gaze burns. Pale lashes fame the searing ocean. Slighter than a suggestion, but so prominent you know there is nothing earthly like her, you see the motion of curling rings hidden inside the green and blue. A sprinkling of gold between the rods. The glisten rotates in wheels. Eyes upon eyes upon eyes within eyes. Feather.

She places them back over her eyes, and her artisan hands motion around your body while you're struck with something unknowable. Her league is dimensions away from yours. You're blessed.

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🛸 Ren Zotto

You could never mistake him for a simple human. There's too much under his surface even when he tries, but he never does try. The horns upon his head protrude too high to fall under a lowered head.

In bright light, if you can focus, you’d think the green in his veins turns blazing. Focus harder and you realize it runs along the skin itself with the suggestion of a shining, scaled teal, before it disappears entirely.

You swear there's more teal in his hair that isn't swallowed by dark. It's soft and fine as you brush your fingers over him, and you can barely even see the undertone.

"It's not really black," he says. "Human eyes just perceive it as black because they don't have the anatomy for it."

The word- his color- is unpronounceable to human tongues. It requires a trill between fangs you don't have.

But you try anyways, and as it turns into a spit of nothing he laughs with you. You press a kiss to his unpronounceable hair. When his smile relaxes his fang catches on his lip.

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💅 Scarle Yonaguni

She is made entirely from her own creation. Love and care finds a home within her body, and stumbles around clumsily and spreads out through peals of laughter. There is nothing quite like her because she is everything around her; she is ember and she is ash, as much as she is ideal and reality, as much as she is exuberance and moderation. To chase and to heal. Architect of her own path, with so many miracles stored in her fingertips, all of them within simple delights.

Warmth trails through all she touches. The folds in her books, the keyboard turning shiny from use, crosses along the T's and dots above the I's. The way she holds you so tightly as if you were the only source of heat, even though she exudes fire all her own.

Cocoa and cinnamon follow her, a champurrado musk, and you can't place where the spicy scent comes from. It lingers in her hair and along her skin, those miracle fingertips that spend so much love and care of what she enchants, and you are no exception. When she runs her nails along your jawline the smooth blend puts you at ease.

All her cinder catches in your throat. Her touch is hypnosis. It's familiar, and home, and comfort. It's adventure and joy and discovery. You can't get her scent out of your mind, and when it finally grants you peace, the chocolate has already marked you endeared.

[greenhousethree]

New Story Coming Soon!

“Elbows in, Ginny. Stagger your grip a bit more, you need the broom to really feel what you want from it.” Her eyes watered as she completed the first circuit, cold air expanding her lungs, exhalations sparkling before dissipating into the pale morning. Part of her wondered whether, if she stayed out here long enough, flew enough laps, the pitch would eventually return to the way she’d seen it last: wild and overgrown, off-limits. Empty.

A journey toward adulthood, career, and purpose. A Quidditch story.

I'm so excited to finally share a story that's been coming together for ages: Chasing, a multi-chapter navigation of life, sport, and identity in a world reeling from war.

Canon compliant, post-DH, Ginny Weasley POV. Prologue and first chapter will be available soon on AO3!

Playlist can be found here. 💫

PS- Thanks so much to the lovely folks who've been endlessly encouraging about putting this out there, and have allowed me to talk their ears off about techniques and themes and doubts... I hope you know who you are, and that you're the reason this fandom community is truly something special. 🌱

[ruemxu]

Hi, all! DFTBA is having an early Black Friday sale this weekend! 🛍

For the very first time ever, the APPEAL! family silkscreen print is only $20! Only available until the 12th, while supplies last~ 🐺💖🦇

I'm still really happy with this design and the materials used~ The metallic silver ink sparkles on the thick red cardstock! It's so pretty in person! 🌟💫🤩

Not familiar with my APPEAL! OCs? Here's a summary:

A young Werewolf Lawyer falls in love with a Single Dad Vampire whose Magical Girl Daughter sometimes gets into Magical Trouble. Awoo, what's a poor woof to do? 🐺💦

There's also a sale on all 💖APPEAL! and 🍀SAINT FOR RENT books + prints!

Not familiar with my SAINT FOR RENT webcomic? Do I have a backlog for you! And the first two volumes are now in print! 📚

Saint runs an Inn for Time Travelers. Wayward friends and family aside, he also seems to attract more... 👀 supernatural 👀 guests.

SHOP LINK:

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[nausicaamusiclover20]

The night we fell in love💫 1991

This is my first post but @mustainegf inspired me to write.

Summary: James, Kirk, Lars, Jason and Y/n go on vacation in the mountains. But when the night comes, something unexpected happens...

Warnings: fluff with a little bit of smut.

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Kirk and I have been best friends since we were kids. When Kirk joined the band “Metallica” in 1983, I met the other members. Since that day, we have become good friends. When I saw James for the first time, I immediately had a crush on him.

Today the band and I have to go on a mountain vacation. When we arrived there, we went trekking on a route.

James and I were close while Kirk, Lars and Jason were a little further away. “Fuck!” James says and I turn around seeing Lars with a snowball in his hands and I laugh.

”Don’t laugh or I’ll throw you a snowball too” Lars says but I see James throwing a snowball to him. “You’re such a motherfucker!” Lars yells “You got what you deserved” James says and we start a snowball fight.

We continued walking but it was getting dark, so we decided to lay on the ground and watch the sky. While James and I were talking, we noticed that the other three were not there.”Where did they go?” I ask “These motherfuckers left us alone” he says. “It’s better that we move from here because it seems that a blizzard is coming” James says and I nod.

As we walked, we saw a chalet and we entered. Suddenly I started shivering. “Are you cold?” James asks me “Yes, but don’t worry” I say, but as soon as I spoke he took off his jacket and put it on my shoulders.

“Thanks, James” I say. “No need to thank me” James says and starts to light the fireplace. After James has lit the fireplace I approach to warm myself.  As the blizzard was over, the sky was getting clearer.

So James and I took two chairs and sat down in front of the window to look at the sky. Suddenly a falling star appeared. ”Did you see it too?” I ask James. “Yes I did” he answers. “Did you know if you see a falling star you can make a wish?” I ask him. “Yeah, I knew that” he says. “So, did you make a wish?” I ask him. “Yeah, but I don’t think it can happen” he declares.

“So we are in the same boat” I claim. “You know, I love someone” he states. At the moment I felt my heart break in mile pieces. “Who’s the lucky one?” I ask him in a sad/curious tone. “You, Y/n” he answers.

I was shocked, I never thought he would like me. Then I see him getting closer to me and starts caressing my face with his thumb. “You know, Y/n. If you only noticed how my eyes sparkle when I look at you, you would have immediately noticed that I’m in love with you” he declares.

I take his hand and place it in my heart. “James, If only you could feel my heart beating faster for you, you would also realize that I'm in love with you too” I say and James kisses me passionately.

His lips are soft and I can’t get enought of his kisses. Then he picks me up and I squeeze my legs around his back and my arms behind his neck and gently lay me down on the couch as If I were a precious object.

While he continues kissing me, he slowly begins to undress me leaving me only with my bra and panties. ”You’re beautiful, sweetheart” he murmurs and undoes my bra and then my panties.

My cheeks become red and I try to cover myself but James puts his hand on my hands “You don’t have to be ashamed of me, babe” He says kissing me and I expose my body to him.

Then he starts to undress himself too and slowly positions in my entrance. “J-James, I have to tell you something” I say. “What’s up babe?” he asks worried “I-It's my first time” I say. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll be gentle” he says and starts what we both want so badly. After some thrusts he stopped because he saw my face in pain.

“Do you want me to stop, honey?” he says gently. “No, don’t worry, just keep going” I say and continue thrusting. After some minutes I feel like I’m cumming. “J-James, I think I’m gonna cum.”I say. “I’m close too, babe” he says.

A little bit later, we cum together. After we finished, he lay beside me, and kissed my forehead. “I love you so much, babe. I had the best night of my life.” James says.

“I love you too. You’re the man of my dreams”. I say, and he holds me closer to him. And after a few minutes, we fell asleep.

[cali-kabi]

~ Pink-Lemonade Strawberry Mango Sparkle Galacta Knight ✨💖🥭🍓

This idea came to my mind a few days ago and I sketched them up last night :D I have some Ice cream/shaved ice ideas 🍨🍧with the Kirby characters and some of the Mario characters as well :)✨💫I love to turn these into stickers someday >w< but not right away tho cuz I haven’t got a printer yet ^^ Yep I drew Galacta Knight first, Meta Knight im gonna post him next <3✨💙I hope y’all like this and the concept too :0💫💕🌈