#luscious soft fluffy hair

[heartthroblopez]

Need a man with big beautiful brown eyes and luscious soft fluffy hair

[holybibly]

𝔚𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔯|𝔐𝔄𝔗ℨ 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯(𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯)

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"Please, please, please... Alpha!" You moan shrilly, your long velour ears flapping and your puffy cotton tail flicking up. You wriggle and shiver as if you have a fever, and the tingling, dragging, golden, molasses-like lust that is filling your veins right now has you whimpering and begging to be touched and fucked properly.

"Are you already begging us, my lovely sugar bunny? Do you have the right to do that, eh? Seonghwa slowly licks the top row of his sharp fangs and tilts his godlike face so close to you that you can feel his hot, wet breath on your lips. His perfectly sculpted, luscious lips make contact with yours with every word he utters, though you understand little of what he says. Your head is completely blank; all you can feel is the hot pleasure spilling under your skin and the thick, sickeningly sweet scent of pheromones mixing with the natural scents of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. "You're just our lovely, pretty sex toy, aren't you, fluffy?" He purrs velvety against your lips; his deep, utterly sinful voice, filled with mocking condescension, flows over your skin like melted honey. You sob in frustration, but reach for him anyway, desperately tangling your fingers in the impossibly soft fur of his luxurious coat. Then you stick out your tiny tongue and lick those gorgeous, tantalising lips, making him laugh darkly. "You insatiable little bunny, are you just begging to be eaten by big bad wolves or... are you just desperate to be fucked properly, huh?" He doesn't wait for you to answer, licks your mouth once, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on your lips, and slides it down your tender, vulnerable throat and lower, over your heavy, milky tits and soft belly. His hot breath streams over your flushed skin, and you arch up on the bed, trying to get more of his touch. 

"Alpha...more, please, I need more...' Your pathetic whimper excites Seonghwa even more, and a new wave of heavier, sweeter pheromones fills the bedroom, and you begin to dissolve even more into the thick, seductive haze, sinking deeper and deeper into the natural pleasure space that is inherent in all bunnies. All of your rational thought has ceased to exist, and all you can think about is how badly you want to get on top of the Alpha's thick knot and ride him for hours on end until your pussy is saturated and filled to the brim with cum. "Please touch me more! Touch me more! I need it so badly, Mommy...' 

Your little heel kicking the air as one of Seonghwa's clawed hands reaches up and roughly cups one of your swollen, milk-filled tits, beginning to knead it in his palm as his long, rough tongue lazily glides over your tender belly skin. His sharp nails gently scratch your aching, swollen nipple before wrapping two fingers around it and twisting it. 

You squeal loudly as a sharp, raw sensation of pleasure rushes through you, and Seonghwa takes advantage of it, sliding his long, slender fingers so deep into your pussy that the soft pads of his fingers touch a small bundle of super-sensitive nerves, shutting you off completely. 

"Oh God, Alpha!" Your loud scream fills the room, along with the sugary scent of ripe peaches and cream, and you feel the viscous sweet slime spurting from your pussy, coating Seonghwa's fingers in a glistening glaze. 

All of a sudden you feel a hot, soft mouth encircling your sensitive clit, sharp fangs scratching at it for a moment before a slippery, rough tongue begins to massage it aggressively. Greedy lips clinging even tighter to your swollen bud, sucking it deeper into the wolf's mouth to suckle your pussy with a deep animal hunger. You tremble all over. Crystal clear tears begin to gather at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the sensations, and you squeal loudly, unable to contain yourself. A new wave of lust washes over your body, leaving you feverish and helpless, hungry for more and more. 

I-I... so much... so much...'

You feel rather than hear Seonghwa's velvety purr as he painfully slowly withdraws his fingers from you, allowing the demonically handsome Alpha to slip his tongue into your slime oozing hole. 

Seonghwa deep moans and leaves kisses on your wet, flushed skin as he watches Hongjoong lapping at your beautiful cunt, his fingers still pulling and twisting at your nipple, stimulating the production of milk, and you sob between intermittent sighs, completely softened by the intense pleasure. He returns his fingers to your cunt, running them over your silky petal-like folds, only to open them to the insatiable mouth of the other Alpha, causing more and more of your sweet nectar to ooze out of you, coating his fingers and dripping directly onto Hongjoong's tongue.

"That's it, fluffy. Make Daddy happy; come on his face; let him taste you." Seonghwa lifts his gaze to your face wet with tears and grins with a lecherous grin. "Your heat is getting close, bunny; I can smell it in your scent, and Hongjoong can feel it as well, right, Joong?" The dark-haired Alpha growls in confirmation, burying his face even deeper between your legs, and you squeal, kicking the air around with your little heel in vain. 

"I can't wait for it to hit you with full force. We'll make you purr, princess."

[moonchild9350]

Fair

summary: you and felix will be together no matter where you are in the cosmos

pairing: angel felix x gn!reader

genre: fantasy au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

word count:1.9k

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, use of powers?, they’re it love. that’s it (rare I know)

notes: the conclusion to my angel lixie fixation. A stand alone but once more if you want to read the others I’ve written, they’re linked below!

do not copy, translate, modify, or use this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

If you enjoyed, please comment, reblog, & like :)

divider by @strangergraphics

Your Sweet Angel | Chosen One

You awoke to bright light streaming into the room, the warm rays settling on the bed. You felt like you were floating, the blankets so soft and fluffy, enveloping you like a cloud.

You sat up and stretched, the pull on your muscles nice after lying still all night. As you sat there waking up, you heard a gentle melody drifting through the air and surrounding the small room. It was so ethereal that you felt your heart soar at the song filled with love.

You walked over to the window and gazed out to see the garden, filled with luscious greenery and beautiful flowers that were blooming as springtime has finally come. Looking around you found the source of the beautiful song, your lover who was kneeling down and inspecting the tulips.

He looked so beautiful and peaceful, surrounded by nature, his wings drifting gently in the wind. He was dressed in white silken robes, customary for angels to wear in the cosmos.

Felix is your angel, your savior, your light in the darkness. He came to you years ago and opened your heart to love, planting a seed that laid dormant for years before beginning to bloom upon his return. You returned to his home with him, wanting to spend eternity with your true love, your angel.

Smiling, you padded through the door and down the hall until you stepped outside, the warmth of the sun warming your skin. As you approached Felix, he turned to smile at you as he stood up.

“Hi my love. How did you sleep?” Felix asked as he pulled you into his embrace, his wings wrapping around your body like a blanket.

You snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent, so soft yet strong and so him.

“Like a baby,” you sighed.

Felix hummed and continued to hold you close and rest his head on top of yours. He’s happy that you’re here with him after so many years of watching you struggle. Your happiness is his priority, has always been and if he had to break the rules of the cosmos to achieve that he will.

“Let’s take a walk,” he said as he pulled back just to grab your hand, his wings tucking into his side.

You both strolled around the garden, basking in the warm sun and listening to the birds chirping happily. You felt like the sparrows and chickadees flying around, singing their song, happy and free. Felix is your happiness, your ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

He paused for a moment and plucked a flower, tucking the stem behind your ear, smiling as admired the beauty of both you and the flower. Gently, he brushed his fingers down your cheek, watching the flesh turn pink and warm under his touch.

As you stared at Felix, you couldn’t help but admire his freckles, numerous as the stars at night or his beautiful blond hair, framing his face perfectly. You reached for his hand again and pulled him along, wanting to continue on your walk.

“What song were you humming earlier?” You inquired, peering at his face with curiosity.

“A song that we angels have sung for centuries. It brings forth prosperity and happiness to all who are around to hear it.”

You considered his words and their meaning. It was truly a beautiful song and sounded even better with Felix singing it.

“Can you sing it for me?” You asked hopefully.

Felix smiled and opened his mouth and began to sing. His voice rang out over the garden, the melody soft and sweet, and lingering in the air, promising hope and joy. You listened intently, your body feeling light as his song landed on your skin, soaking into the deepest part of you.

You became intoxicated with his voice, warmth spreading through you settling in your core, a feeling only Felix can pull out of you. Little trickles of your arousal dripped into your panties, the cloth becoming wet and sticking to your skin.

Felix sang, projecting his voice so it echoed across the garden, the birds and insects quieting to listen to his words. He could feel the effect he had on you, smell your arousal as your body and mind succumbed to him. He felt his cock fill out within his trousers, the need to be inside you on the forefront of his mind.

The sun moved across the sky, making way for the moon who was peeking out, signaling the close of yet another day. The air became chilly, the wind wrapping around your skin icily, the little hairs sticking up on your skin. Felix noticed, his heart aching as he took in your mortal body and the effects from the cold.

He ceased singing and pulled you gently back in the direction of his home.

“Time to go back love, you’re shivering.”

You simply nodded and followed him, his pace a little faster as he was eager to get you back in the warmth of his home. You encountered no creatures on your way back, as they have retired for the night, preparing for a good nights rest. However, it is the opposite for you two, your hearts beating faster, calling out to each other as your need for each other grows stronger with each step closer to home.

Once you both are back, Felix guides you quickly into the hall, pulling you down toward the bedroom you both shared. He gently grasped your hand tighter in his as he stood in front of you.

His brown eyes gazed at your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide eyes twinkling in the dim lighting in the room. You looked ethereal, like an angel yourself in your white gown, the fabric clinging to your curves, and letting him see every part of you that he loves.

Your breath catches as he leans down to capture your lips with his, a kiss that’s soft just as it is sweet. You try to deepen the kiss, but Felix doesn’t allow it, instead he continues to pepper you with his soft lips, kissing you like the delicate feather that you are.

Minutes pass and you feel yourself getting hotter, your chest heaving with each breath, little flutters rippling in your belly and traveling to your core. You whimper as Felix steps away a smirk plastered on his face.

His hands reach out to brush the straps of your gown down your arms, the fabric sliding off easily with little effort until it pools on the floor, your body on display for your lover. Felix smiles and his clothes disappear, your eyes roaming his toned chest until it lands on his cock, hard and leaking all for you.

He sits down on the bed, turning you to face him as he stares at your body, taking you in. His eyes drift to your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the cold air and arousal, a beautiful dusky shade against your skin. They continue their journey down your body, taking in the soft flesh of your belly down, down until he arrives at the little mound of hair he loves so much to your dripping pussy, your folds glistening with your arousal as you stand there before him.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he reaches out to you and pulls you down to straddle him.

You settle over him, his cock between your folds. You don’t move, don’t breathe as you run your hands down his chest, the tips of your fingers brushing against his nipples that causes him to groan and his hips to buck into you.

“Take me love, please,” Felix breathes as he gazes at you with hooded eyes.

You swallowed thickly, your hands reaching for his length and lifting your hips up, you slowly sank down, moaning as you take him to the hilt. Felix’s hands grasp your hips and guides your movements, the feel of your walls snug around him driving him insane.

His eyes travel again, watching your breasts bounce with each movement, to your pussy taking him over and over, your slick coating him and sticking to his skin as you bounce up and down.

He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again, not wanting to miss your reactions as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Ah, Felix…hmm,” you moan as you savor the stretch, how full you feel as you grind against him.

Pleasure spreads throughout your body, nice and warm and tingly, so much so you can barely stay quiet, as you whimper and pant Felix’s name. It’s not enough however, it’s never enough when you fuck him, your mind and body wanting to become one with your lover, so close that you’re a part of his soul.

It’s like Felix can read your mind, your desperation for him as he flips you over onto your back easily before burying himself within you once more. He pushes your legs to your chest so your legs dangle over his shoulders and rocks his hips into yours, shuddering at the feel of you, at how wet you are swallowing him whole.

“My love, my sweet love,” he cooes, grinning as you let out a yelp at how deep he his within you.

“Gonna come,” you sigh as you feel the pressure building in your core, the feeling you only get with Felix as he takes you to ecstasy.

You let go in a flurry of groans, your pussy spasming around his cock, holding him in as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Felix chuckles before pulling out just to slam back in, his high not far behind.

He’s a mess, his hips snapping into yours hard and fast, spurred on by your cries as you claw your hands down his back, fingering his feathers which cause shivers to run through him.

At a particular whine of his name, he lets go, his cum coating your walls. Felix groans as he stills against you, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He’s looks down at you, your hair spread out beautifully on the bed, your face and body coated with a sheen of sweat.

Your eyes are dilated, filled with love as you grasp his arms, your pussy clenching around his ever softening cock. As Felix withdraws, you whimper as a flood of his cum leaks out and onto the sheets below.

It doesn’t take long for Felix to clean you up and the bed as well and before you know it, you’re within his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his besting heart.

“Do you want to go back to the mortal world love,” he asks hesitantly.

He knows he took you away from everything you know and love, what little there was. But he can’t help but be selfish in this moment, hoping you wish to stay with him.

You love this man…or angel. You realized this after the first time you met him. He’s been there for you throughout the years, watching over you and guiding you.

You love Felix.

You would love nothing more than to remain with him, live by his side.

“No, I want to stay with you,” you reply softly, smiling as he squeezes you in acknowledgment.

You are his, just like he is yours. Two hearts bound together through duty and fate. And together you’ll remain in the cosmos, as one.

Human and angel.

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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 26﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Yandere Itachi Uchiha x F!Reader -> Breeding

Warnings: Dub!con, yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby trapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulative Itachi, pregnancy of breeding!kink. Itachi is still soft because yeah >\\< and fluffy if you squint

It's the ridiculously delectable way, her doe-eyed self cowers down beneath him whenever she loomed in his presence. He adores her, watching her fidget every time Itachi says something, every time he glances at her unmomentarily. She is akin to a deer, and Itachi- a lion, a ruthless, sadistic lion wanting nothing more but to tame his prey, but no- he doesn't just want to prey on her, he wants to love her. He wants her to love him, to subdue everything she can for him.

It's the way he always excuses his behavior with the sentence that chains her neck, boiling down her very core. "It's all to protect you, to keep you safe." When he addresses her as an 'Angel' she loses a little faith in god, because no angel's wings should be pinned down as hers, the way Itachi does it.

No, he does not hurt her, but he does make sure she doesn't hurt herself, sometimes confinement and solitude is the most amicable way to stem down the essence of a punishment and a lesson. Treason, if you will.

He still feels insanity grip the very nerves of his self when she approaches him, slouching as if she'd break if she stood tall. He would break her for standing tall & sniveling at him to let her go. "Hmm, maybe bestowing you with some responsibility will help, you've become quite air-headed, dear Y/N."

Oh, it desolates his perfect, controlled mind when he imagines her tiny self inflated with his seed, having trouble pacing around, needing Itachi with every little beck and call, the vulnerability which will come with her last semester, how she will struggle to hold her urine when the little Uchiha would kick and eagerly wait to see Mother and Father... how adoring.

It starts slow, after months of living together with Itachi, she knows how to read him, how Itachi's eyes glint towards the impending, she wouldn't be unjust, Itachi treats her kindly when he demands something, especially when it needs his fragile, male ego stroked and petted.

So she complies, as he spreads her apart naked, pupils visibly dilated as his gaze turns tender, more subtle. As if she'd break under him, a vile part of him wants to break her instantly. Itachi is a paradox, after all. "It's okay, my angelic little thing." You're doing so well for me. His luscious, long hair tickles her tender breasts as Itachi leans in, kissing her neck, scraping at the sensitive, irritated skin & deviously marking her up. "Oh no, don't cry, I'm going to be gentler." He dotes on her being a sensitive crybaby, can't handle his length, can't handle him.

Oh but the little being Itachi owns, is ferocious on her own, knowing most ardently she has him in her grip, "Wa-ant to go out after this." She manages to barely choke out when Itachi's member ravishes her cunt, thrusting, rutting his hips inside, churning them up to his shape. Itachi couldn't say no to that face, the future mother of his kids. "Anything... Angel."

"Will you let me fill you up?" Itachi asks though she doesn't have any choice but to, Itachi is a master, a sorcerer of illusions and to earn her goodness, to pretend she owns the decision of freedom, ever so fleeting choices that are nothing but a mirage; Itachi loves that.

She nods, biting her lip like an anxious child, the background thoughts all super setting the imagery of her being pregnant, she's too far gone now though. Stockholm Syndrome hugs her every night along with the slender arms of her lover. She wants to please him, simultaneously hating herself for the same as she nods, feeling the thrusts slow down, sloppy and then the warmth of his seed deep inside her gummy walls.

"Nothing, Angel, without you... I'm nothing."

[koalayoo]

ʀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ

rafayel x gn!reader

content: SUGGESTIVE, rafayel is a menace, pretty fluffy imo, let me know if i missed anything

author's note: this was written specially for one of my friends! hope you enjoyed it and that you get more lnd content now.

wc. 1.2k

You could feel a headache coming on. Where did you put your keys? 

You paced back and forth through Rafayel’s studio. You had checked his work station where you had pleaded for the man last night to put the brush down and make his way to bed. It laid haphazardly on a step of the wooden ladder; the paint dried down on the fibers, causing it to shape into a slanted dew drop. With a plop, you drop it into one of the many glasses of water filled with other brushes so that it can soak.

“Thank me later.” You murmur under your breath with a croak as if Rafayel could hear you and spare the room one last glance before moving onto the next.

It was the largest room in the studio. You had checked every inch meticulously, the cracks between the orange leather couch, behind the lapis blue cushions. Around every luscious plant, every canvas, every sculpture. Even the random bathtub you questioned the presence of. However, the sun was rising since your first search and it seeped in through the gigantic glass windows spanning across the length of the walls. The sheer white curtains do nothing to stop the onslaught of light. Above you, the transparent semi circle ceiling allowed impossibly more morning brightness to fill the expanse of the room. You felt bare. Exposed. However, the mental security that you were on private land away from everyone else soothed your mind. The birds could enjoy the sight of you.

You had hoped that with the growing illumination that you would capture a glint of reflected shine from your keys. However, another long and lengthy look left you rendered helpless as your keys were. not. in. sight. You cursed the person you were last night for getting caught up in everything Rafayel. 

‘Tweet Tweet’ and you cursed the birds too. A headache was definitely coming on. 

You entered the kitchen and gave every part a hard stare. No glimpse of a key anywhere. You sighed ready to move on. Your feet dragged on the cool titles, getting reminded of lugging Rafayel’s tall body into the kitchen last night.

“‘M tired…” He whined out, fully encompassing your back as he allowed himself to be pulled along. “Then get to bed.” You gruffed, making a show of pulling at his arms like a horse's reins.

“‘M also thirsty…” He continued on, voice growing quieter as though he had any semblance of time and space. You hummed in acknowledgement, stopping by the kitchen and filling up a glass of water from the tap.

“Here.” You nudged his chest with your elbow, turning around to face him. Before you could, his face slowly leaned closer to your neck, his breath hot on your neck. The tiny hairs stood on edge like swords. The feeling sent a frisson of excitement down your back. His lips left soft pecks as he travelled along your nape, further down and down and down until getting blocked by the collar of your shirt. One hand travelled the curve of your hip, reaching up to take the glass and placing it down, grabbing you and turning you around. His hands found themselves slotted in the indents of your waist and you were slotted down onto the counter next to you. Your legs opened up in a V shape to accommodate the width of him. Rafayel’s arms wrapped around you like a familiar red ribbon from months ago. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as he left small pecks as he trailed the skin.

“T-thought you were thirsty?” You huffed out stunned, letting out years of breath you didn’t know you were holding.”

“Mhm~ could drink you right up…” Rafayel lazily laughed, his exhaustion catching up to him as he pulled you into a kiss. Lips against lips. And he wasn’t too tired to…

Yeah. That’s enough of that. The bedroom was the last place to check. Rafayel was sprawled underneath the blankets, breathing deeply in and out. The sun’s soft radiance shone in through the dome, caressing his smooth skin. Your eyes traced along the tiny moles, freckles and beauty marks scattered across his curvature. A dot near his shoulder blade, another further down concealed behind cloth. It was your own canvas to explore. If it was a constellation you would hold each star within your hands, cultivate its heat and hide it deep within the alcove of your heart.

Toes stand upright as you walk sneakily through the bedroom. Front to back. Front to back. You tried your best to be quiet, sparing glances at Rafayel’s form to make sure he wasn’t waking up. Your keys weren’t on the floor, in your clothes, or tangled up within the sheets. Moving to Rafayel’s side of the room, you look around piles of books and chairs. It was really pissing you off now. This organised chaos was annoying. You sighed, louder this time. You’d just send Rafayel a message later and ask someone to pick you up. You were getting late.

However, before you could turn to leave, a wrist captured yours, pulling you onto the bed. Your head makes contact with a broad chest and you internally roll your eyes. “Ugh Rafayel?!” You whisper-shout, looking up at him. Eyes remained closed as if to feign sleep but you knew better, sitting up and placing a palm against his abs to push him down. 

“Geez, alright, didn’t know you were that desperate to get away from me.” He opens his eyes, pouting. A rasp evident in his tone. “Didn’t know you were so sleezy,” Wide palms grip your waist. “do I only serve one purpose to you?”

You take a deep breath in.

“No- of course not- it’s just…”

His frown grew bigger as his eyes threw complaints. 

“I have work, Rafayel. A job. I can’t laze around all day.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.” You rebuke. 

It would be nice to stay cozied up in his studio, attached to a warm body, attacked with affection but you can’t afford that. But then his much larger hand grabs the back of yours and you feel yourself melt. Your hand meets his face and you have the urge to brush purple locks out of the way. He guides your hand lower, fingers tracing down his cheek, towards his nose, down his lips. He bites your finger playfully before bringing it further down.

You feel his pulse. Calm. Steady. Your fingers itch, an urge to squeeze. There’s no time to act on that impulse. Your fingers continue to be pulled down and he begins to spell something out with your finger. The tough ridges and bumps of his body make the task harder. A curve, some straight lines- oh.

S - T - A - Y

A boyish grin appears on his face. You attempt an intimidating frown, a furrow on your brows. 

“Art is a job too, you know, and I could be your best masterpiece yet.”

You feel your hand continue to draw shapes and symbols on his body. You shake your head, beginning to pull away.

“I’ll tell Thomas to pay you,” He quickly blurts out. “something tells me I’m about to be very inspired.” 

He pulls at your arm; you allow yourself to be pulled in. Chest against chest. He smirks, feeling victorious. He had won this time. His fingertips gently caress your chin, tilting you in for a kiss. You lean in closer, about to seal the deal before your eyes catch the twinkle of a certain piece of metal underneath his pillow.

“Rafayel!”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Can i request a jing yuan with s/o who loves burying their face in his floofy hair? Like after a long day at the Seat of Divine foresight, they just go ‘oomph’ on his hair. Floof boy jy. <333

Idk if this is what you had in mind but I hope it was okay nonetheless.

Jing Yuan had developed an sixth sense when it came to you but more specifically when you had a exhaustion day at work.

He knew exactly what would help to put you at ease after days like these and that was to burrow your face into his fluffy hair. Jing yuan didn’t mind this one bit because if the only way that you could destress from hard days was to be face first in his hair, then he more then willing to let you burrow your face into his luscious long head of hair.

if anything he found this new habit of yours adorable and served as another example as to why he loved you. That and the fact that it was near impossible to say no to you when you’ve had such a hard day.

So when he felt you slump against his back and burrow your face into the back of his head, cushioned by his fluffy/pillowy hair, the smile that crept upon his face was almost immediate as he chuckles deeply.

‘I see you’ve had another hard day at work?’ He asks regardless of the fact that he knew you and your habits like the back of his hand.

‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’ Came your muffled voice as you tightened your hold on his waist, keeping him where you wanted him -not as though he’d ever move from his spot- as you nuzzled your face deeper into his hair, muttering under your breath, ‘so soft and silky.’

‘Care to enlighten me on your busy day?’ Jing Yuan asks.

You grunted. ‘Not really, can I just…stay like this? Just for a little while?’ You really didn’t want to recall things that happen at work when in the calming presence of your dearly beloved, you’d much rather sit in comfortable silence as you attempt to rid of the entire day from your mind, until all you could think about was Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan’s smile softened ‘Of course, and when you awake I’ll be here as I’ve always have been.’ He reminds you as he felt you put all of your weight against him as you gradually drifted off to sleep.

‘Thank you.’ You murmured, getting yourself comfortable before falling asleep, uncaring of the fact that your face was buried deep within Jing Yaun’s hair, as it was something you’ve done countless times before; after all Jing Yuan’s hair was soft enough and fluffy enough to act as an makeshift pillow where you could easily rest your head against without much worry for a aching neck.

Jing Yuan didn’t mind, he never did, he would sit in his current position on the floor forever if that what you wanted, as your comfort was something Jing Yuan took pride in above all else. So he only wished you a sweet and peaceful rest as he listened to your even breathing before finding himself drifting off soon after.

[mehidktbh]

Hare!Simon "Ghost" Riley HC's

Pairing: Hare!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Bunny!Reader Summary: Some head cannons I’ve whipped up while slouching in bed. Warning: Slight mention of sexual themes but overall nothing much. A/N: I’ve awoken from the dead and been inspired by @emonatural191 to finally move my ass. But this whole thing was also inspired by another creator who for the life of me I could not find. But I will keep searching to bring justice and credit!! >:(

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- Hare!Simon who is scruffy, hard and always on the lookout. Who has hard thin fur and scars buried beneath said hair. With long legs and piercing eyes, Simon is a hard worker and fast on his feet.

- Hare!Simon who loves you dearly. He loves his mate, his bunny… his wife.

- He loves your luscious fur and soft fluffy ears. He adores your white hair and big pleading eyes - even when you don’t mean to plead - and most of all he loves your constant need to stay fluffy.

- Hare!Simon who is happy to help you with cleaning yourself.

- Hare!Simon who is such a big provider for his wife. He’s the one leaving in the early mornings before any other animal can wake up and disturb his morning scavenging.

- Hare!Simon who always brings home scraps of clovers and long grass. He wants to make sure you're full and healthy, and seeing your face light up when he trudges down the borrow with bundles of leafy greens is just the reason he does it.

- Hare!Simon who fucks you roughly after breakfast. He’s just as fast as he is in bed as he is up above ground. With trapping you under him and on your stomach. His cock hammering into you quickly.

- Hare!Simon who always makes sure to spill his seed inside you. No matter the time or day. His dream is to see you swell with smaller bunnies.

- Hare!Simon who is the man of cleaning your fur, as he licks you all over. Making sure to watch you fluff yourself up too and dry the areas he’s left most wet.

- Hare!Simon who loves to know when you finally surface above ground you probably smell of his scent.

- Hare!Simon who is not afraid to get physical and use his kick. As he’s always on high alert, Simon is not one to complain when you want to take a trip down to the river.

- Knowing you're thirsty, he’ll first check the river for any alligators or water snakes. As they’re known for hiding themselves so well in the dark murky water. Ignoring his own dehydration if it means that you are safe. Which goes with him having his head high as you sip from the lake. Making sure no one is around to sneak up on you with your head turned down.

- Hare!Simon who is a big snuggle monster. At the end of the day when you're both exhausted and spent. He’ll happily bundle up right beside you in the small comfortable nest you’ve made for yourselves in the warm borrow you’ve made as homely as you can.

[sunflowersteves]

i'm not cute || m.o.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary || Miguel always loved when you played with his hair.

author's notes || this is my first miguel fic and im v excited!! there will be much more to come <3 also, my spanish is v v v limited and i tried following what ppl were saying in the miguel tag but please let me know if I need to fix anything!!

warnings || none, fluff, it's tooth-rotting

“Did you just braid my hair?”

You paused—froze even. Your hands stilled in between his luscious, soft hair, and it took every ounce inside of you to not continue to feel through each strand of his. 

“Uh, no?” It was bashful. 

You inwardly winced at the extremely unconvincing tone of your voice. You couldn’t see, but his lips curled into the smallest of smiles. His spidey-DNA, as you liked to call it, sensed the heat that radiated off of your body. 

After an unsuccessful mission, Miguel came home in a state of ire. His eyebrows were furrowed, anger rolling off of his body in waves as his chest heaved up and down. But as soon as your hand placed itself across the plains of his chest and soothed the fabric of his suit, everything started to dissipate. 

The anger, the grief, the guilt—everything. 

You gently pulled his wrist, and he blindly followed you into the living room of your makeshift apartment he built in Nueva York. You sat right above him on the couch, brush in your hand as you stroked through each strand of hair. His frame practically barrelled over you, despite him sitting on the ground with his back to the legs of the couch.

 In return, he wanted to desperately turn around and press light kisses into your skin, but he refrained. He knew that all you wanted to do was comfort his tense muscles. 

“That didn’t sound very convincing.”

You bite your lip, sheepishly, as you ignored his comment and started to braid another part of his hair. You very carefully twisted the fluffy soft hair between one another and grinned at the What he didn’t have to know wouldn’t hurt him, right? Well, apparently, you were wrong because once you tugged on his hair, yet again, and he practically jumps. 

“¡Ay!” He yelps and turns his head to look at you, “¿Qué mierda haces?” 

Your eyes widened, “Miggy! Oh—I’m so sorry!” You go to reach for his head again in an attempt to soothe the pain that you caused, but he caught your wrist. 

If you weren’t too concerned about tugging on his hair, you would have noticed the slight change in his lips that turned into a sly smirk. “Cariño,” He warned. His voice was gravelly and rough—the sound sending shivers down your spine. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” 

In one motion, he’s hovering over you. “Hmm?”

Your mouth opens in surprise—the spark in your heartbeat not going unnoticed by the man before you. “I–I just, Miguel—” You were starting to get nervous under his gaze—just like you always do.

Pure adoration flashed between his ruby eyes, and his finger gently rubbed against the side of your cheek. It was so gentle and affectionate that it almost created tears against your waterline. He loved when you got nervous and playful—it always struck against his chest and seized him whole. He wanted to see the effect that he had on you in every waking moment, it seemed. 

He smiled. “You’re cute.”

You gasped, attempting to turn the tables around and flip him over. “I am not cute!” Alas, you were unsuccessful. 

He laughed. It was hearty and pretty against your ears. “You’re right. You’re the cutest.”

You grumbled under your breath, and it took every ounce of control not to kiss the puffing of your cheeks. “Whatever, you’re the cutest. Not me.” 

Miguel smiled—teeth showing and entirely genuine as he took in your playful expression and fingers that twisted the short hair against the base of his neck. 

“I’ll eventually make you admit it, mi alma. Don't you worry."

~~

¿Qué mierda haces? - What the fuck are you doing?

Cariño - Honey

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am i going to do with you?

Mi alma - my soul

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

The side characters too ofc

Side characters build/ body types

*MY HEADCANONS*

Diavolo

Lord is he huge. Basically toji's build and he is fucking tall like the tallest out of everyone. His hair is straight but also a little spikey at the ends of them. He has large canines. His back muscles are very defined. His hands are very masculine yet somehow soft at the same time. I make diavolo very very dark in my au so he is a black king to me.

Barb

He doesn't have too much muscle to his stomach but it's more so in his arms. He has nice pale skin as well but it's slightly tanner than Lucifers. His hands are beautiful but of course hidden by his gloves. He also has random moles but they are mostly on his face.

Simeon

He has actually very nice muscular arms and a slightly muscular stomach but he has a twinks waist fr. He is also black in my au just slightly lighter than Diavolo. His hair is very fluffy as well. Eyelashes are beautiful making women envious of him (and asmos)

Solomon

He has tattoos and pact marks everywhere on his body except his face. He has a medium build which again is always hidden. He has cute little fangs that is rare in humans. He has a tattoo that lays against the front of his hands but other than that they are very masculine looking.

Meso

He is a Latino king alike Mammon which he hates to admit and Mammon does too tbh. He has very strong legs and moderately strong arms but his stomach isn't very toned. He is a tall mf not as much as dia but high up there. His hands are a mix between feminine and masculine.

Raphael

He has straight hair that curls a bit at the ends. He is definitely olive skin toned. He has luscious lips like a woman's for some reason. He has a toned stomach but his most noticeable muscle is his arms and back. His hands are somehow very feminine but tell him that and he will spear you.

Thriteen

I feel she has a bit of chub to her belly but she doesn't gaf about it. Her arms are actually a little toned too which is something she loves. She is very curvy but her butt is a little on the smaller side. (She complains when a brother or side character has more of an ass than her) Her face card is absolutely lethal. I think she has smile lines when she smiles :) she has some massive thighs too

Luke

He is very short which isn't unknown but he has a slightly chubbier build to him than in game. I mean he is a child who eats sweets constantly and food from Barb and simeon. I also feel like simeon tracks what is good and bad for Luke and feeds him everything good so he gains that healthy weight. He has a baby face and really doe looking eyes. He can make anyone do whatever he asks using his puppy dog face.

[sarahsangelicdoll]

. . . Introducing… ditzydoll!reader ۶ৎ !

ditzydoll!reader . . . loves to trot around in mini skirts and baby pink clothing, bless her with some cute pink clothes or her signature sabrina carpenter sweet tooth perfume and she’ll be all over you !

ditzydoll!reader . . . who always smells like vanilla, marshmallow and a subtle hint of coconut ! if you go into her room you’ll find her collection of sweet tooth and sweet tooth dups, a truly loyal customer and fan

ditzydoll!reader . . . who will always deny the amount of ( Rafes ) money she’s spent to go to numerous Sabrina Carpenter concerts . . . if you’re lucky you may spot her in the front row in a micro mini skirt and bows in her hair, boyfriend standing begrudgingly next to her 🎀

ditzydoll!reader . . . who’s room is decorated in pink, bows and more pink ! aroma of the room a soft strawberry and coconut

ditzydoll!reader . . . what do you mean she has enough teddies ? there’s no such thing as enough when it comes to the adorable and fluffy plush bear companions

ditzydoll!reader . . . can always be seen tanning on the beach during the summer or at the tanning booth during winter !

ditzydoll!reader . . . who’s rocking a belly button piercing and commonly bleaches her hair while also maintaining luscious locks !

ditzydoll!reader . . . almost resembles that of a doll with her delicate act and barbie like style ♡

ditzydoll!reader . . . who stays cheer captain since high school, surprisingly smart on what to do with the cheer team and get everyone to get along despite her, most of the time, silly behavior !

ditzydoll!reader . . . who cares for nothing more than cheer, her friends, and her boyfriend

ditzydoll!reader . . . prioritizes kindness, generosity and honesty above all other traits

ditzydoll!reader . . . is the one to go to for comfort and understanding, even if you’re a complete stranger 💞

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[queenie-avenue]

Kissed by Aphrodite.

💌 ⤻ft. THE CEO, THE CHEERLEADER, THE BASEBALL PLAYER, THE ACADEMIC RIVAL

—> how they look in the mirror.

⤻ no content warnings, basically. just how the yanderes look and their favourite feature of themself

notes: i felt a bit lazy this time and decided to make a small post, sorry yall.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE.

Many articles have regarded him as the top bachelor, not just because of his money, but because of his looks. A handsome actor or celebrity is easy to come by, but a handsome CEO? It's a bit hard. Just look at all the rest of the CEOs alongside Adrian, who have bald heads.

Unlike them, Adrian has a full head of luscious blonde hair inherited from his grandmother. You know those hairstyles on 1950s men in those posters? Adrian's hairstyle is similar to that, if not just a slight bit more tousled.

His eyes are icy blue. With warmth only present in them when you're around. His eyes are hooded and sharp.

He's clean shaven with no stubble at all, and he wears a bit of makeup to hide the blemishes on his skin. Nothing is more attractive than a man who knows how to look presentable. He likes to wear a chapstick with just a hint of tint, just to make himself pop a bit more. He has a rather pale complexion. His jawline is sharp and strong, and his nose is straight with the base slightly upturned. His lips are slightly downturned, but his eyes are always smiling.

When it comes to smell, he probably wears a very stereotypical cologne of Tom Ford. However, there's always a hint of mint of him.

💌 ⤻ THE CHEERLEADER, KATIE WILLIAMS

Katie is the stereotypical pretty cheerleader, but it's not her looks that draws people in the most — though it certainly helps — is probably her ability to charm and manipulate anyone into doing her bidding.

Katie has really dark skin, and she wears it proudly. Her foundation and concealer is always dewy and bright as opposed to matte.

She loves makeup, looks like the 'cold girl' makeup, paired with some bold eyeshadow. Her eyes are double-lidded and are of a rounder shape with false lashes always on them. Sometimes, it's like she never takes them off. Some of her roommates in her sorority like to make funny rumours about it to tease her.

Her lips are plump, and, like a 2000s girlie, she loves wearing shiny lip gloss and lipstick. She doesn't overline her lips, though. They're big enough.

Her hair is naturally curly and she takes good care of it, like any other part of her appearance. She likes to wear her curly hair in space buns with little pom poms in her scrunchies. She really loves selling that cheerleader look as much as possible.

Her perfume is from Bath and body works, and she likes to experiment with it. She finishes most of her products every two months and will show up to class with a new perfume. Some of the girls in the school like to mirror her perfume too when she gets a new one. She's that popular!

💌 ⤻ THE BASEBALL PLAYER, JESPER HARGREAVES

Jesper is a brunette, and his hair is always tousled and fluffy. Even when it's wet, it has that bit of volume in it. He styles it everyday with a bit of gel but it always gets messy during practice. If you both are close enough in your relationship, he likes when you style it for him.

His skin is slightly tan from hours of playing in the sun but he makes sure to wear sunscreen, especially after finding out from videos that not wearing sunscreen can cause skin damage. He cringes everytime he remembers how he rejected sunscreen, deciding he was too 'macho' for it.

He has rather soft features for a guy. If he had a skinnier body, people would no doubt mistake him for a girl. He has soft rounded eyes with double eyelids, a cute button nose and heart-shaped lips and bushy eyebrows.

When it comes to scent, he's pretty basic about it. Just deodorant is fine with him. He's particular about sunscreen, but when it comes to shampoo and all, he's the type to use a 3-in-1.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

Min-jun looks like your stereotypical Korean boy. Sure, he's basic, but he knows how to style well so he goes from average to god-like. He has permed his hair and gotten it a bit more fluffy and curly, the bangs swooped to the side to compliment his face shape.

His skin is pale and soft from all the skin care products and sunscreen he uses. He has a bit of a bigger nose and mono-lidded eyes — he's a bit insecure about these traits, give him compliments about it to make him feel better — but very pretty lips and a somewhat sharp jaw.

He has black eyes and black hair, but when he's alone, he likes to wear some contacts to play around with it. He does wear contacts on a daily basis though, but they don't add any colour, it's mainly to help with his eyesight because glasses give him a migraine and he can't find any shape that compliments his face well enough. Can you tell he's vain?

For scent, he probably wears a custom perfume made by some shop.

[heartthroblopez]

That smile ❣️

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day eight !!!!

prompt: sex turning into making love

characters: mountain/rain

word count: 950

summary: just the sappiest t4t mountrain sex ever

cws: sex, sex toys

notes: i am really proud of this and would appreciate kind comments/reblogs :3

below the cut or on ao3 :))

The strap hangs heavy in its harness on Rain’s hips, leaving slight red marks; highlights on his blue, dusky skin. Mountain’s on his back and Rain’s kneeling in between his legs, both ghouls raking their eyes over each other, taking in their beauty. Mountain, a sage forest filled with moles and scars; the rich, luscious trees that stand within. Rain leans over, drawing a line with his index finger, making its way from the tip of his sturdy antlers, right down through every mark that makes him, landing on his bush. His hips involuntarily kick at the touch, eager for more, his eyes shining as Rain looks down at him, a silent please. Rain trails his finger further, teasing the very end of his clit and watching as it twitches under his touch.

“So pretty for me, woodland, I could devour you,” Rain admires.

Mountain groans, “I could say the same for you, my love.” As he says it his gaze travels across the contours of Rain’s body, noting the way his inky hair contrasts the hue of the skin surrounding it. And how his shoulders frame the rest of his body perfectly, from his chest to his ass. Looking into Rain’s eyes he sees them dilate as they make eye contact once again. Mountain wells up ever so slightly, he’s loved, he feels special, he’s Rain’s person.

The finger circling Mountain’s dick leisurely moves further down, still tracing the earth ghoul, committing him to memory. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Mount,” he says, still surprising him every time that he’s wanted and appreciated. The ghoul beneath him can only hum in agreement, lost in his own mind as he revels in Rain’s touch. The water ghoul hovers, asking silent permission to continue. Mountain grants it as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back gently and baring his throat. They both moan quietly as Rain’s cool finger enters Mountain’s cunt. He takes his time exploring, as if he’s finding out what makes the other tick for the first time. It’s intimate, both ghouls lending a vulnerability that makes every sensation more powerful than the last.

“Ready,” Mountain squeaks. “Want to feel you.”

“Want you too, baby. Gonna treat you so well.”

“You always do, Rain.”

They don’t need to confess their love through prolonged monologues, just a few words is all they need to feel as close as their first time. With both ghouls more than ready, Rain carefully lubes up every inch of the strap, ensuring his love will be as comfortable as possible. He teases the earth ghoul, languidly stroking his cock in his efforts. Once he deems it wet enough, he positions himself properly, bending Mountain’s legs and leaning forward to kiss him as he slides in steadily.

The room goes silent for a moment as they adjust to the new position before Mountain returns a chaste kiss that inevitably devolves into a disgustingly sweet embrace of each other’s bodies. Rain nuzzles his head in the crook of Mountain’s shoulder as he thrusts gently into him, taking his time to do so. Mountain near-melts at the sensation of the water ghoul’s fluffy hair against his neck and turns his head to affectionately nibble on his ear. Soft moans and the tender contact of Rain’s hips with Mountain’s fill the room. The occasional whispered praise breaks through too.

“Fuck, I love you,” Mountain breathes. It’s followed by the stuttering of Rain’s hips as he falters and blushes, like he’s just been told it for the first time. Once he regains his rhythm he angles the thrusts right against Mountain’s g-spot, returning his love.

“I love you too, wildflower,” Rain replies. “Always going to love you.”

The water ghoul continues his motions as he moves to place his mouth on Mountain’s neck, sucking sweetly to leave the marks of his love. To add to the rich tapestry of Mountain’s body with a reminder of his affection, albeit a temporary one. “Hnnng- fuck Rain,” he groans, tilting his head back further to give him access.

The new angle allows the strap to be ground against Rain’s twitching t-dick with every little movement he makes for his love. The sensations are immense, furthered by the intimate setting in which his innermost feelings for Mountain are divulged freely. His pace picks up almost imperceptibly as he chases the pleasure, wanting both to savour it and experience it all at once.

His mind is made up for him as Mountain’s breaths begin to become heavier and more frequent. Engulfing the strap, Rain can see Mountain’s cunt clenching around him, leaking pre and looking ever so pretty, his pubic hair covered in a sheen. “Close, Rain. Come with me?” He asks, doe-eyes batting. It sparks Rain to nod as he turns on the small bullet vibrator secured in the harness, keeping his renewed pace as the pleasure becomes too much for both of them. 

They find themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes as Rain reaches his climax, hips thrusting erratically as he rides out his orgasm. He winces in pleasure only able to repeat Mountain’s name in a soft moan, “Mmph Mountain, my love- fuck- Mountain baby.” 

The sight, along with Rain’s movements sends Mountain over the edge just seconds later. His cunt spasms around the strap, Mountain’s arms grasping for purchase on Rain’s shoulders as the water ghoul brings his hand down once again to toy with Mountain’s clit, only stopping when overstimulation sets in and he begins to writhe.

Still buried inside, Rain flops down onto Mountain’s chest, panting. With his ear placed against the earth ghoul’s heart, he confesses once more, in time with the beats, “I love you.”

[lilacmingi]

BUNNY EARS

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works. And please don’t spam-like!

Pairing: Hyeongjun x fem reader

Word count: 580

Note: It’s been forever since I posted Xdinary Heroes stuff. I was watching Rock The World last night and it kinda gave me motivation to finally finish this haha. It’s short but fluffy!

"Stay still." You instructed gently while collecting one side of your boyfriend's luscious black hair into your hand.

He giggled softly while you tied it into a single pigtail, moving over to do the same with the other side, careful not to pull too hard. Hyeongjun's eyelids fluttered as you brushed his hair and secured it with an elastic. He had grown his hair out and you were itching to play around with it, so he gave you free range of his gorgeous locks—and he was enjoying it very much.

"Alright. Done." You smiled.

He glanced up at you from his spot on the floor, his head leaning back, the sight making your heart leap with adoration. Leaning down, you gave him a kiss on the lips, unable to resist the urge to do so.

He hummed softly, his eyelids closing in bliss as he held back a giddy giggle.

You pulled away, caressing his cheeks softly.

"Wanna take a look at your hair?" You asked, retrieving a hand mirror that sat on the bed and offering it to him.

He took it from you and held it so he could look at himself. A laugh bubbled up out of him seconds later.

"It's cute!"

"Isn't it?" You beamed, playing with the pigtails. "You should wear it on stage."

"Oh." He chuckled softly. "I don't know. Maybe if we were doing a cute concept."

"I'm just teasing… bunny ears would suit you more.”

More light chuckles left him, his eyes crinkled up and adorable teeth on display. “You wanna try that next?”

“I can try.”

Your fingers took hold of the elastics keeping his pigtails in place, gently pulling them out one at a time before running your digits through his silky locks.

"Your hair is getting really long." You commented.

"I know."

"I love it so much. It suits you... and it's fun for me to play with." You twirled a piece around your index finger.

Hyeongjun's eyes slid shut, a soft sigh passing through his slightly parted lips.

You took a small cluster of hair, looping it before holding it in pace, tying an elastic around it before doing the same on the other side. Leaning back, you examined your work, making sure each “bunny ear” was even.

Holding back a grin, you told Hyeongjun he could take a look. He raised the mirror and, like the first time, broke out into a cute smile, his bunny-like appearance matching seamlessly with his hairstyle.

“I actually like this a lot.” He said.

“You do?”

He nodded, setting the mirror down to start lightly touching the two small loops of dark hair tied on the top of his head.

“I have to take a picture of this.” You giggled, grabbing your phone and opening the camera.

Hyeongjun turned around, flashing his adorably unique smile, the little dimples by his mouth making an appearance as you snapped the photo.

“This one’s definitely gonna be my new home screen.” You commented, gazing down at the picture.

While you were busy admiring the snapshot, your boyfriend pulled out his phone and opened up the camera. He flashed a grin and held up a peace sign, snapping a selfie. He moved his phone to a slightly different position to get you in the frame. You glanced up when you noticed him and smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders until he took the picture.

“Now I have a new home screen too.”

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[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 31 - Honeymoon

Kink: Honeymoon

Pairing: GN!Reader x M!Selkie

Other Kinks: Sickly Sweet Fluffy Smut, Domesticity

Word Count: 1596

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There’s a storm outside.

The perfect kind of storm; Not serious enough to warrant serious preparation, but just intense enough to justify a night in. The kind of heavy rain you could fall asleep too, or curl up with hot chocolate and a nice book. 

The night feels extra dark in the downpour, thick pelts of water snuffing out any possible light from past your porch. It would be eerie if you weren’t safe in your cabin, wrapped in the arms of your husband.

Husband. Ugh, just saying it makes your heart flutter. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how nice it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“This is nice.”

“Hmm-hmm.” Your hum, muffled in Angus’ chest. You lay on top of him, face-half turned to look out the window, half nuzzled into his bare skin. He runs hot, perfect for days like this, like a giant teddy bear. Teddy Seal? “It’s supposed to rain all night. Clear up in the morning.”

“Air will be nice and fresh.”

“Exactly.” Your eyes fall closed, thankful for the peace of this night. The wedding had been amazing, but hectic; Saying “Thank You” a million times over, making time for every extended cousin and family friend who made the effort to come, all while trying to look your best. Angus had been an absolute doll, supportive and a pillar while you were both tossed around like driftwood in the sea. You had passed out on the car ride to this secluded cabin, not wanting to spend the night too tired to enjoy it.

A hand brushes across your cheek, your eyes drifting up to Angus’. He looks so handsome, even after 4 hours in the car, it’s unfair. White hair perfectly tousled, gray and black freckles highlighting his defined cheekbones and the soft curve of his jaw. His lashes are thick and luscious, an envy of any one who sees them.

“You look so cute right now.”

That makes you laugh, turning up to look directly at him.

“You say that all the time.” You gesture to your pajamas, your hair still stinking of the car. Not your best look.

“And I mean it every time.” He boops your nose, then boops your lips. You pretend to bite his fingers, he laughs.

It was in a moment like this that made you realize he was the one. That he could be the person you grew old with, sit on a porch with, lie in bed until you’re gone with. Angus and you could do anything, anywhere, and it would be special.

His lips linger on your lips, tracing around them. Feels the chapstick you applied earlier, draws his thumb across your bottom one. You feel locked in his dark eyes, pools like arctic water, that you could fall in a happily wade for hours, despite the chill.

When you lean up and kiss him, it’s slow. The kind of soft peck of a first date, just holding your lips to his. You don’t even intend for it to go anywhere, but with you and Angus, it’s inevitable it does.

His hand moves to rub at your lower back, pushing up the hem. A shiver runs down your spine, has you gripping at his t-shirt, knotting your fingers. It reveals only a sliver of his clavicle, but it's enough to have you kissing him again, your tongue prodding at his mouth. The other hand now lays on your ass, a strong grip groping at the plaid fabric of your pajama pants.

Now you sit up. The peck has devolved into a full on makeout session, panting and breathing in between each lip lock. Your legs straddle his wide waist, grinding down harder with each passionate kiss. Fingers splayed across your bare back, hand traveling further up and under your shirt, the nerves of your spine feeling electric.

Cuddling with Angus is always hot, but now your bodies feel like lava. The clothes have become too much, Angus quick to shuck off your shirt once you raise your arms. The two seconds you're not kissing is too long, immediately latching back onto each other. You can feel his firm bicep as he sits up straighter now, the hand on your back pushing you, your bare chest to his clothed one. 

Something presses right between your legs, another shiver running down your back as Angus’ bulge pulses from beneath his sweats. You’re able to shove a hand in between your two writhing bodies to grab it, palm up the shaft and hear a growl come from Angus’ chest.

“Fuck.” He mutters, humping his hips up into your palm. Even through the fabric you can tell it's burning hot, the shape of it burned into your memory. You pull away from Angus' mouth so you can look down at it, admire how hot and bothered you’ve got your husband.

Husband.

Fuck, that nearly sends you over the edge.

You grab at Angus sweats and yank them down, his fat cock thwapping against his navel. You remember how baffled you had been when you first saw it, that beautiful moonlight tryst on the beach. Luckily you had the forethought to bring lube, but nevertheless, Angus was huge. It had taken hours of gentle pleasure before he seated himself fully inside you, and it had been worth every minute, the slow fucking wrapped in his seal skin one of your cherished memories.

Nowadays, you both are a little more prepared. Your body knows what to expect, your tummy clenching at the sight of it, and the bottle of lube never too far. You're too far gone for patience and preparation; You need your husband, and you need him now.

Angus hisses between his teeth when your cold, lubed up hand grabs him at the base. His brow furrows in the cutest way when you slide it up, watch the veins throb and the shiny tracks the lube makes on the inches. You squeeze tight when you reach the head, hand clenching into a fist, eyeing up the way his throat bobs, holding back a moan.

A thumb brushes against your waist.

“That feels good.” Angus whispers, transfixed by your tiny hand on his cock, as if he hasn’t seen it a million times before. His hips hum up again, firm balls slapping against the bottom of your wrist.

That's enough teasing.

You shuffle up Angus’ body, surprising him with another brief and fiery kiss, no doubt bruising his lips. Your hand grips on his jaw, just something to ground yourself as his head lines up with your aching hole. You can feel his breath catch against your lips when you arch your back and push against it.

Part of the routine is knowing you have to go slow, no matter how desperately you just want to take him all at once. But the burn as you go down, the way your eyes lock as you slowly sink down Angus cock, is worth it. 

Your faces are only inches away, lips barely separated, still connected by a string of saliva. Your thumb presses at his bottom lip, Angus eagerly opening his mouth to suck on it. The feeling goes straight to your core, an uncontrollable moan coming as you finally seat him inside you.

The next movements are desperate. You roll your hips, he cants his upward. Sparks shoot from behind your eyelids, another growl rumbling from Angus’ chest. Next thing you know your face is shoved into his pecs, grinding down so his head presses against the special spot against you. You move like an animal, no care for your lessening breath or your heart pounding in your ears. Angus knots his fingers in the baby hairs of the back of your skull and begins fucking upwards into you, the slapping of skin melding with the pattering rain fall. Your nails dig into his abs, mouth hung open and panting with each hit of his hips.

“Right there.” You drool, the fire in your belly already too hot, your toes starting to curl. You can feel Angus’ tummy flexing with every thrust, strong muscled hidden under a layer of blubber. You sometimes forget just how strong Angus is, how he could lift you and bounce you up and down like you were a sex toy. On another night, you would gladly enjoy it, but tonight was something different. Something raw, real, and sweet like cane sugar. 

“I’m gonna cum.” Angus pants, the fingers tugging on your baby hairs, nerves dialed up to eleven. 

“Me too.” You nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, press down against his thrusting pelvis, forcing his cock against the deepest part of you. Oxygen struggles to make it down to your lungs, your breaths too short and too frantic. Your brain is preoccupied with chasing down your orgasm, controlling your body and melding Angus against your skin.

“Fu-uck.” Angus pants, his thrusts getting sloppy. “Fuck!”

“A-aah!”

Your back arches, Angus’ head thrown back as he bursts and fills you to the brim, pushed over by your spasming hole. Lightning strikes outside, a thunderous boom following only seconds after. But you’re too locked in each other to care.

You lie there, panting, sweat pooling in between your stomachs. Cum drizzles out from beneath your thighs and onto the couch. You’ll definitely need to clean that tomorrow.

Angus nose presses into the top of your head, taking a deep whiff. He’s all wrapped up in you, and you’re all wrapped up in him.

A perfect start to a perfect marriage.

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Rainy evenings - Guzma x reader

short, but cute guzma fic (approx 400 words)! thanks for the request anon! no warnings, just fluff! gn! reader!

prooofreading? in this economy? i think NOT!

Enjoy!

It’s raining outside.

Soft, gentle pattering on the roof. The breeze too, is tender and quiet. Raindrops dawdle down the window glass and catch in the light of the nearby streetlamp. The night sky is heavy with dark cloud, yellow light leaks in through the open curtains. Aside from the odd rattling or snicker that is common in the Shady House, it is oddly serene.

It’s moments like this that make it hard to imagine Guzma as the big bad boss. With his face buried so thoroughly in your chest and his large arms wrapped so tightly, but lovingly, around your waist, seemingly fast asleep, he resembles more of a needy stufful than anything remotely tough or intimidating.

Your fingers absentmindedly play with his fluffy white hair; recently washed that evening, it is still a touch damp and smells strongly of mint. Coupled with the duvet, his body radiates a luscious warmth, one that even on a miserable night like this, makes you feel like you’ve just stepped into a perfectly heated bath. His weight atop you, is just an added bonus.

Really you don’t know why you’re still awake. You have seldom been as utterly at peace as you are now, listening to the rain while snuggling with the love of your life. You’re happy though, to witness him like this. You can’t see his face, but you know his expression is undoubtedly precious.

Still, you should probably get some shut-eye. You have a somewhat early start, meeting an old friend for brunch. You sigh and remove your hand from his hair, intent on hunkering down for the night,

He stirs, his hand slithers out from bemeath you and grabs your wrist, placing your hand back on his head. He doesn’t utter a thing, nor does he lift his head up from your chest, instead he just returns to embracing you.

You stifle a chuckle; the sound no doubt reverberating in your chest. It’s honestly one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen him do – and yet, it was so undeniably him at the same time. You lean in and place a kiss on his forehead, his locks tickling your nose, you feel him nuzzle your chest and hug you tighter in response.

You run your finger through his hair again, slowly, carefully, lulling him, and yourself, into that cosy, dreamy, liminal space between wakefulness and sleep. Your eyes fall closed and as you listen to the rain, while your beloved rests peacefully on your chest.