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[starconstruction]

Celebratory Sun

Idol/Friend Chaewon x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: feet, pussy licking, blowjob, backshots, facial, outside sex.

happy HOT comeback season, it is certainly songs that exist. Enjoy some Chaewon.

Word Count: 1751, not proof read.

The sun was out in full force, bathing the two of you in its warmth. You and Chaewon were celebrating the latest comeback, you rarely got the chance to see her given the circumstances of her being always busy, savoring every second you had with her.

Chaewon laid on the sun chair, recently pedicured feet that laid against your hand. Appreciating the softness of her soles as you gave her a massage. You sat comfortably below your idol friend, in nothing more than some shorts.

"Hmm that feels nice." Chaewon remarked, giving you praise. Her hands held a cocktail glass - a simple mojito - taking a sip. "You aren't so bad at this whole cocktail thing." She chimed, swirling the ice with her straw.

"I used to be a bartender in college, had some practice." You responded, hands staying firmly on her feet, pressing around for any knots.

"Oh, you should make me more tonight, this might be the only time I can get smashed for the next few months..." She lamented, drinking more of the lime flavored substance.

"As long as you pay for the alcohol." You replied, ramping up your massage, introducing your tongue to the affair. She gasped at the sudden slick muscle on the base of her feet, you loved Chaewon's entire body but her tasty soles were the one constant between every hangout session.

"Honey, I pay for everything." She laughed, the nickname made your heart flutter a bit. You had some feelings for Chaewon, knowing her long before IZ*ONE but a formal relationship with her would be impossible. So instead you showed your affection with actions, trailing up and down.

You pulled away, "I know, you're the best and oh so perfect." Her eyes rolled with your thick sarcasm, swapping to her other foot, replacing the salty, pungent sweat with a equally shiny layer of saliva.

"I know I am, otherwise you wouldn't be kissing my feet right now." She taunted, watching your tongue writhe between every crevice of her toes, exploring every part with a rapacious appetite.

A sudden yell from Chaewon made you stop, eyes locked in on her toned stomach. A green hued liquid pouring down her body, pooling downwards as it collected on her bikini bottoms.

"Oh nooooo" She feigned surprise, another one of Chaewon's usual antics. "My bikini is completely soaked! Guess I have to take it off." Good thing this was a private pool, Chaewon pretended to give an effort of movement, hands grabbing the waistband of her bikini and then she stopped.

"Damn... I can't seem to move enough, do the honors for me." She lured you in, a natural vixen as your hands finished what she couldn't. Her pussy coming out of hiding and into your eyes. Shining brightly against the luminous sun, a fleshy pink lotus. The obscene sight sending blood right down to your cock.

"Oops!" Chaewon yelled, a faux concern as her arm mysteriously pushed you inwards, face pressed into her cunt, you got the memo. Tongue lapping up Chaewon's taste, a sinful combination of the intricate cocktail and her arousal.

"Ugh.. fuck.." Her moans came from the gut, the act of eating your friend out was filthy, dirty but so fucking hot. Tongue sliding in between her lips as you flicked around every facet of her intimate area.

"You taste so fucking good Chae.." You growled, high on her taste as you spat on her eager hole, rubbing the bubbly white slime into her with your tongue.

"Hmph! God fuck.." Chaewon's moans were always disorderly, panting with pure desire as her brain emptied to take all the pleasure you offered her. The company's demands, the annoying fans, the intense dances all melted away on your tongue.

Your tongue went inside her body, tongue fucking her soaked hole, nose pressed deep into her as you breathed her in. Her musk drove you wild, mingling with the sweat that formed on her completely smooth body.

She arched slightly into your penetrating tongue, the thought hit you suddenly. You were tongue fucking The Kim Chaewon, thousands of men and women would kill to be in this position, but only you were living it.

"FUCK FUCK C-CUMMING!" Chaewon had no elegance in her arrival, tongue forced out as she squirted over your face, claiming you as hers in the sun.

You reluctantly pulled away from her folds, she was a delicious shade of red, body entirely covered in shining sweat, you didn't know when her bikini fully came off, her pink nipples caught your attention. Restraining yourself from feasting on them with all your strength.

"That tongue is always so good. Come, sit at the edge of the pool for me." Chaewon said, slowly getting off the defiled sun chair, a puddle formed under where she sat. Nothing went to waste as you licked the juices off.

Chaewon's seductively slim body dipped into the water, the pool grabbed at her curves, the blue water was pretty and elegant. Nothing compared to Chaewon, the hottest babe in the world. Her feet touched the concrete base, body dancing in the water. Elegantly waving her hands as she brought you in, a siren who had the full capabilities to destroy you.

You removed your swimming shorts, cock fully erect to the warm air, "Such a thick cock, come quicker I need that in my fucking mouth." She rasped, swimming over to the corner where you resided. Her hair laid draped over her shoulders, sweat being washed away with the crisp water.

Chaewon's hand gripped your base, emphasizing your girth with how she struggled to hold it, looking at it with wonder. Flatly pressing her tongue against your head. Giving you a sexy wink as her tongue went down your length, leaving a warmth etched into dick. "Hmm, that taste... I think of this every comeback." She licked the sides, admiring your dick like a popsicle. Every sensation made you melt under the idol, she started with an elegance that will quickly fade.

"Chae.. Fuck." You gasped, her mouth enveloping your cock with hunger, tongue flicking at every morsel of your meat. God her mouth is too fucking good.

Chaewon moved down again, taking you in her entirety, her brain was dizzy for your cock. Brain short circuiting as she reunited with your taste, your scent, the way you felt in her mouth. Shakily releasing gusts of breath on your tip that dripped pre-cum into her mouth.

"You take my cock so well, so fucking well." You praised, throbbing in the warmth of Chaewon's mouth. You felt very fuzzy, breathless in this moment, Chaewon came up for air. "I miss this, wish I could suck you off so much more." Chaewon whispered, voice deep in reflection as she dipped her tongue into your slit.

"We could, I'll come out to you if that's the problem." You said, imagining a world where you aren't restricted to one night every few months.

"Maybe, there's quite a few days where I'm in a hotel nearby. Let's talk about it later, for now I need this cock inside me." She said, body getting out the water.

"What position?" It was a simple question, one that gave you infinite possibilities. Mind immediately racing to one position and one position only.

"Face down, ass up for me Chae." You purred, watching her body as she repositioned. Her thick ass right popped out in front of you for the taking. Hand gripping onto her cheek, groping handfuls of the idol. So much effort had to have gone into something this perfect, all yours to touch.

"Backshots? Fuck that's hot." She barked, your cock rubbed against her wetness. Coating it thoroughly before pushing the first inch into her hole, it welcomed you like so many times before. She was practically molded for your cock.

"It's cute you are going slow but just fuck me already!" She sounded irritated, fine then. You gripped onto her ass, delivering aggressive slams. "Oh fuck!" She moaned, you went in and out, splitting her open with every single thrust.

"So tight Chaewon! Fuck!" You choked out, witnessing your cock emerge before it went back in, Chaewon's moans were so fucking hot. If there was anyone nearby they'd definitely hear her screams, so loud, so needy, so filthy.

You held Chaewon's head down against the floor, delivering the strongest thrusts yet. "Take my fucking cock! Bet you'd let anyone fuck you like this, fucking slut!" You yelled, pulling her into your shaft.

"No! Nobody could ever fuck me this good. Just you!" Chaewon screamed, head light with the suffocating pleasure, her fingers found her clit. Assisting your actions, the new pleasure made her tighten. Practically suffocating your meat, drowning in her.

You pressed your hand against her chest, her heartbeat felt in every pad of your fingers, irregular much like your thrusts at this point.

"Chaewon!" You moaned out her name, the complements falling behind to a particularly strong pulse of pleasure.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Chaewon was vulgar, letting out the primal noises that were desperate to get out. Her pussy giving you one last squeeze, panting out whorish gasps.

"P-pull out.. I want your fuck cum on my face...." She demanded, cock leaving her warmth. Hand letting up against her face.

She turned around with carnal desire, tackling you onto the ground as she aggressively stroked you for all you were worth, pumping up and down with unadulterated lust. She looked up with lidded eyes, a tight smirk that made you so close.

"Cum for me! Fucking cum for me Y/N, paint my face!" She begged, hungry for your load. If she wanted your cum she was going to get it.

Time froze as the sensation rose up to your tip, legs spasming under your friend as thick spurts covered her face, coating her forehead, cheeks, lips, teeth and even some in her hair. Face totally ruined.

"W-wow." You breathed out, coming down from the high Chaewon bestowed you with.

"Thank you Y/N." She took the thick gloppy cum onto her fingers, collecting it up as she pressed it into her arms. Your load being rubbed into her skin as it slowly disappeared, then she used the excess on her face. All evidence of your load completely disappeared.

"That was so fucking good Y/N, how about we shower, get so fucking drunk and discuss doing this more often?" She asked, smiling earnestly.

"Sounds good Chae, I'll carry our stuff." You replied.

"Wow, such a gentlemen."

[pintrestgrl]

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farmhand!rafe with farmers!daughter!reader

you always thought rafe was cute. probably the cutest boy you had ever seen, considering you rarely left the farm. you often found yourself watching him work, eyeing how his biceps contracted as he worked.

this was another one of those times, as you sat on a wooden stool as he cleaned up. you caught him eyeing the valley of your tits adorned with a gingham bikini top a few times too. a gold cross draped down the middle too. you looked like a dream. his dream, in fact.

he finished up cleaning around the barn, sitting down on a shorter, little stool in front of you. now, here you had him all to yourself. you mumbled out a soft little, “hi rafe.” to him. he grinned, greeting you back. “hi, sugar.” he’d called you that since the day your daddy hired him. insisted it was because you were sweet, just like sugar.

“you hot?” he asked, to which you replied with a shake of your head and a pretty smile adorned with it. “yeah? i am.” you giggled a bit, replying. “take your shirt off.” he had on a dirty wife beater, and a frayed plaid flannel thrown over it. he raised his brows. “your daddy okay with me bein’ shirtless around you?” you rolled your eyes, “my daddy don’t care.” which was a straight shot lie. your daddy did care actually, quite a lot. rafe knew this too.

he clicked his tongue, clearly hesitant. you moved your white self pedicured toes up, trailing them down to the hem of the white tank, trying to pull it up with your foot. likely nudging his sleeping cock with the ball of your foot too. he grinned, grabbing your ankle tightly to stop his movements. “don’t get ahead of yourself, sugar.”

you rolled your eyes frustratedly, “my daddy’s probably sleepin’ anyway. jus’ take it off. please.” he sighed, dropping your ankle and taking off both articles of clothing adorning his top half. “you happy now?” you smiled, nodding back to him. he subtly grabbed hold of your ankle again, playing with the metal anklet laying on it.

you wiggled your toes against his forearm, giggling in the act. he grinned, watching you trail your foot all the way up to his cheek. “you wanna rub them? they hurt.” he yet again sighed, likely sick of your bullshit. “guess i can.” he rubbed the bottom of your foot, pressing deeply into the muscles. he kept this on, for a bit.

“you can kiss ‘em while your at it. he laughed, raising his brows. “you serious with me?” you nodded, clearly very expectant. he pressed a reluctant kiss to your ankles, trailing down to each one of your toes. “go a bit higher too.” he looked up at you from his position, not questioning it.

he kissed higher, reaching up to your calf. “higher.” you uttered again, demanding it almost. he rolled his eyes, likely not realizing how close he was getting to your pussy. he kissed up and up, his head basically in between your legs at this point. the kisses subtly, and slowly almost got wetter as he went up too.

he could smell you. smell the sweet juices that he himself had produced from you. “i really shouldn’t be doin’ this, sugar.” he warned, obviously stressed. you ran your hands through the greasy bangs on his head, uttering back. “it’s fine. nobody knows i’m even in here.” he sighed, letting his forehead rest on the fat of your thigh.

you were getting desperately horny. it was true, even catholic girls ovulated. you had to convince him to do something, anything. “rafe?” he lifted his head, looking up at you. “yeah?” you kept his eye contact, taking a sharp and deep breath. “wanna take my shorts off.”

his brows furrowed, “for what, sugar?” you rolled your eyes at his obliviousness, “rafe. can you— just, do something?” he was obviously confused, waiting for you to elaborate. “want you to eat my pussy, rafe.” you mumbled, oh so quietly. his eyes shot open wide at this, almost yelling a “what?” back at you. you were embarrassed, to say the least.

you figured he would reject you. but he spoke back, now at a much more appropriate volume. “but— your daddy. he’s just right inside.” you scoffed. obviously you knew that. it was just a matter of how much you cared. “it’s fine. he won’t come out here. it ’ll be fast. please, rafe. ain’t gonna tell nobody, swear.” he sighed, rubbing his temple.

it went quiet for a second, and you had given up any hope for an agreement. that was, before you heard his words. “you swear you ain’t gonna tell a soul?” you smiled, getting wetter at his words. “not a single soul.” he nodded, his dirty hands reaching for the button of your small denim shorts.

he pulled them down your body, admiring the white cotton panties you wore. adorned with a tiny red bow. matching the gingham of your bikini top. he pulled those down too, watching as you leaned back against a wall of the barn. god, were you wet. he spread your glossy lips, eyes falling to your pretty hole.

he kissed your inner thighs, sloppily. he trailed his kisses right to your puffy clit, taking the bud into his mouth and sucking harshly. you let out a moan, hands going straight to his hair. he released from it, his breath hot against your hole. he licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, going back down to put his tongue inside your previously empty hole.

he ate you out as if he had been waiting for this, and you knew you were gonna cum fast. he continued on with his movements, holding your legs open as he did so. your moans were filling the barn, letting out little whimpers in the act. he felt your hole clench around his tongue, and he could feel how close you were too.

he brought his mouth back up to attach to your clit, as he shoved two digits into you. he drew them in and out of you, curling them inside you as well. you let out a particularly loud moan, right on the edge. “fuck— rafe, please. gonna cum.” he didn’t give you a response, which you assumed meant that you could.

he curled his fingers again and hit a certain spot, taking you over the edge. you came around his fingers, clit going swollen in his mouth. he brought his head back up, your sin around his mouth. he withdrew his fingers from you, licking the cum off of them too.

your chest heaved, as he rubbed your ankle to calm you down. your breathing slowed, and he stood up. he brushed a loose strand hair from your eyes, before literally just walking off. as if he wasn’t just knuckle deep inside of you. as he walked off,

you didn’t miss the oddly familiar looking white cotton sticking out of his pocket.

[fatkish]

Hashira boys & Muzan reacting to their s/o asking to pamper them for a day

You had planned a full day of pampering for your man. This day included a full facial, a relaxing bath, a full body massage, a pedicure and manicure for your man. You planned to pamper and care for them the entire day. So you asked them and after some convincing, your man relented and let you do as you please. You started off the day with serving him breakfast. After that you had him sit back and relax as you had him soak his feet in hot water. While he soaked his feet, you started on his face by tying his hair back out of his face. You began to clean his face with a cleanser and gently wiped it clean with a hot towel. After you cleaned it you applied a toner.

After that you applied a moisturizing sheet mask. While you waited for the sheet mask, you began to work on his feet. Using an exfoliator, you removed the calluses and dead skin. You then trimmed and shaped his toenails. To finish up with his feet you massaged a lotion into his feet. Despite his previous reluctance, you could hear him groaning in satisfaction. Once the face mask was done you removed it and applied a moisturizer to his face. You massaged the moisturizer into his skin.

After that you brought him to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for him. Once the water was ready, he got in and you gently began to wash his hair. You raked your finger through his hair, gently massaging his scalp as you applied shampoo. You gently raked and combed it through his hair. You had him lean forward as you rinsed it. After that you applied a conditioning hair mask. While the hair mask sat, you gently began to clip and shape his finger nails. You applied a soft exfoliate to his hands and massaged them. Once his hands were done you rinsed his hair. After drying his hair you brought him to the living room.

You then laid down a soft towel and a pillow and had him remove his clothes and lay face down on the towel. You sat on his butt and applied some moisturizing lotion and began to massage his back and shoulders. You rubbed deep into each knot in his muscles and forced them to release their tension. He moaned while you did this. As you moved along his back you massaged his shoulders, neck and arms. After that you massaged his lower back and legs. He groaned and felt completely relaxed. After the massage, you brought him food and told him to just relax.

Muzan:

Originally he was against the idea since he thought it was too feminine but after much begging he finally agreed. He was surprised to have enjoyed it. His favorite part was the full body massage as well as when you washed his hair. He plans to make you pamper him more often and make it a regular thing.

Tengen:

When you asked to pamper him he immediately said yes. He loves every bit of it. He has to admit that his favorite part was the whole body massage. It did get him pretty excited which he didn’t try to hide. He asked if you would pamper his cock too. Since you pampered him he plans to return the favor by making you see stars

Kyojuro:

He didn’t really know what you meant when you asked to pamper him. You explained it throughly and he said that if it makes you happy then he’ll gladly do it. He questioned everything you did and why you did it. He very much enjoyed having you wash his hair. When you told him some of the products where honey based like the honey sheet mask and the honey enriched conditioning hair mask, he asked if he could eat it. He was eager and curious the whole time and afterwards demanded that you now let him pamper you

Gyomei:

Was stunned when you asked him to let you pamper him. He told you you didn’t have to do it but you insisted that you wanted to pamper him, so he let you. The entire time you pampered him he kept telling you that it wasn’t necessary to which you just smiled and giggled telling him that you just want to spoil him since you love him so much and you want to express how much you love him. He was moved to tears and after a bit of consoling him, you were able to continue. His favorite part was the foot massage and back massage. He plans to pay you back and pamper you

Sanemi:

Boy was like the f-ck? He though it was too girly and straight up refused. He gave in when you started crying. He grumbled and huffed at everything but eventually relaxed. He won’t admit it but he loves having his hair washed and he loved having his hands and feet massaged. He fell asleep during the full body massage. When he woke up he mumbled a thanks. He plans to make it up to you.

[saturnville]

Care | David Cliff

Pairing: David Cliff (The High Note) x Black Fem OC (Sybelle Selene Jackson) Summary: David will always go the extra mile to ensure Sybelle is cared for. Warnings: Suggestive content. WC: 2529 Reference: Care by Sonder AN: Because @youreadthatright asked about David and Sybelle. I genuinely hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts! Remember: likes are appreciated, but reblogs, asks, and comments are encouraged!

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After the day she had, she fully understood why her mother befriended a bottle of wine and a cigarette now and then after a shift that turned tumultuous in minutes. Frustration greeted her with a kiss, while exhaustion welcomed her with a hug. All tell-tale signs to release the gas and pump the brake—a message that wouldn’t be visible even if it were tattooed on her eyelids. 

Hyper independence and stubbornness worked together like a well-oiled machine. As long as the work got done, nothing else mattered. The music mattered; the music always mattered. 

The house was quiet, but her head spun like an object on a swivel. Her phone rang nonstop, and her laptop cried from being poked and prodded with calls and emails. She tried her best to keep her head above the sea of calls that demanded her attention, but she couldn’t catch her breath. She was drowning, but that damned pride of her tugged her back, unsure of letting go. 

She hardly registered her husband’s presence over the brain-rotting sound of a privileged artist ranting on the other side of the receiver. Sybelle dropped her head into her hands and sighed deeply, trying her best to regain control over the situation. Hours seemed to pass before the call ended, and Sybelle tossed her phone on the desk with a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t long before another name came on the screen, and her ear-blitzing ringtone ricocheted off the green accent wall in their shared office. 

He saw the tension in her posture. How her shoulders rolled over and how her spine curled. Something weighed on her heavily to the point of physically distorting her comfort. He didn’t like it. 

Sybelle’s phone was covered by a hand that wasn’t hers as she tried to reach for it, desperate to get the call out of the way. Her eyes cut toward him, filled with an emotion neither of them could name. Her hand darted to snatch the phone from him, but one stern look had her retreating to her seat with her hand at her side. “Redirect the calls. I’ll take care of it. Just…no calls for 48 hours, alright? I appreciate it.” Sybelle’s lips parted as she prepared to protest. “You’re done for the day, Sybelle.”

Her protests didn't fall on deaf ears; he chose not to engage verbally. When she attempted to pull her phone from his fingers, he slid it into the pocket of his sweatpants. This was not the most secure location, he realized, as she'd grown accustomed to exploring what was beneath the loose fabric and had no issue with doing so. However, her body stilled when he crouched down, fingers grazing her ankle. 

One foot at a time, his hand cupped the bottom of her outrageously elevated stilettos. The softest sigh replaced all her fussing and fighting as she wiggled her pedicured toes. His eyes lifted to soak in her current state. Her eyelids were low, her shoulders had dropped just an inch, and she slumped back against the cushion of her favorite chair. "I don't want you touching that phone tonight, Belle." His firm statement pulled her out of her state of relaxation. 

"D, I have to--ooh, that feels good," she moaned softly as his thumbs pressed against the tender part of her foot. She inhaled deeply and sighed. "I've got to work. The project..." The rest of her sentence blended with Leon Thomas's soft melodies. 

“…isn’t going anywhere,” David finished. “You’ve been working too hard. Let me take care of you tonight. We can order your favorite takeout, eat, watch a movie, I’ll eat you during the movie, then we go to sleep and start all over in the morning.” He winked at her quickly, and Sybelle laughed out loud at his attempt to coerce her into relaxation. 

His efforts were greatly appreciated. In a world where she never felt like she could slow down because breaks didn’t exist for Black women, her husband served as a steady reminder that she could slow down and let someone take care of her. And with him, she didn’t have to beg. It was something he wanted to do. Provide comfort. 

As her laughter faded, she smiled softly. Her eyes caught his, wide and full of love for her. How could he not oblige his request? And better yet, for her well-being, why fight it? She sank further in the chair and relished in the reduction of sore feet as her husband catered to her intentionally. “Okay, baby,” she said after some time. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Whatever you say.”

Leon’s voice morphed into that of Brent Faiyaz before she realized. She found herself humming along to the lyrics under her breath. She was in a daze in Lalaland until David’s fingers of magic stopped working against her flesh. One eye popped open, and she saw him standing on his feet. A pout formed on her lips as she asked, “That felt good; why’d you stop?” 

David laughed. “My thumbs hurt, girl. And that bath won’t stay hot forever. Get upstairs. I’m about to order this food.” He left no room for objection. Sybelle placed her hand in his awaiting palm, a little voice in the back of her mind nagging about the time she could be spending finishing a track, but she saw how much effort he put into creating a calm environment for her. She’d feel even worse than she did if she disrupted it. 

Sybelle let him undress her when they reached their bathroom. One by one, he peeled each layer off her body, his lips brushing against every place they could touch. She shuddered as they found their way to her hip, nipping and sucking as his fingers hooked around her black underwear, tugging them down. She stepped out of them, her body on full display. David inhaled deeply—a goodness in human form. 

“Will you join me?” Sybelle asked, twisting her rings around her finger. She saw the wheels turning in his head. It was her moment, he thought, to relax and unwind without distraction. However, if she wanted him, who was he to reject her wish? David agreed with a nod, peeling the long-sleeve shirt off his body. 

They settled together in the tub, her back against his chest. Her hands waded in the water, and she played with the deflating bubbles. She brought some to her lips and blew them, smiling as they dispersed in the air. A comfortable silence surrounded them. David was usually an excellent conversationalist but refused to bring up work, so silence was the best option. The longer they sat in it, the more she relaxed; that was the goal. 

His touch was gentle, soothing against her shoulders. Sybelle’s lips parted to welcome the prettiest sigh that quickened his heart. “Mm…” Instead of clamoring about work and busy schedules, they planned their next getaway. 

“I would like to go to Athens. Sparta,” Sybelle started. “Maybe even trek up Mount Olympus to see the ruins, yeah?” If she had not followed her heart and chosen music, she would’ve stuck with the safe choice of becoming a history teacher. It was a love that never dwindled. David nodded twice, taking a mental inventory of her most recent desire. 

His lips parted to respond, but his phone’s notification pulled his attention away from her. He leaned over the edge of the tub—driver will arrive soon. ETA: 25 minutes. David pecked her cheek and continued to caress her wet skin. “M’sure we can make that happen. Food is gonna be here soon—“ His intention to leave her to soak her tense body by herself while he prepared to greet the delivery driver was halted when she turned in his arms. 

David’s jaw fell to make room for a shuddered sigh. Sybelle was beautiful, always had been, but here, now, with her rich skin covered in bubbles that slid off her shoulders and down the valley of her breasts while her eyelids sat low, was a sight to behold. She waded closer, settling in his lap. “We’ve got time…” 

His eyebrow raised. “Oh?” At first, he had to pry work from her cold fingers. Now, she reveled in it like rose petals on a hotel bed. It offered a benefit for both of them—she got to unwind and he got to assist her—two birds with one stone. 

Sybelle smiled small, wrapping her sudsy arms around his neck. Slowly, she brought her face closer to his. She could see every non-existent pore on his skin and count the hairs on his chin. Her lips brushed against his as her hips rocked back and forth. David’s resolve began to crumble. His mouth opened to release a low groan. “Yeah,” she breathed against his lips. “Ten minutes was never a challenge before, right?” 

The phone was long forgotten, along with the delivery order just minutes away. It was rare for him to completely let go, not worrying about life's looming responsibilities and demands. It was uncommon for her to take off multiple hats to stay in the moment. It would not be very responsible of him to return to the world when he had the empress of his universe pressed against him in a sensual hug,

Therefore, there was minimal room for rebuttal, especially when silky walls entrapped him in a vice grip he never wanted to escape. Her soft whimpers were in harmony with the rhythm of the warm water sloshing against the tub walls. David’s head lulled backward against the porcelain tub, and his hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into her slick skin.  “Yeah, yeah. Ten minutes…just like that, baby…mm.”

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He clothed her, sliding her favorite nightgown over her body with ease, but not before ensuring his lips followed every place the fabric touched. He then rubbed her down in that vanilla and shea butter body whip she adored. This led to another rendezvous, which forced David to text the delivery driver to leave the package at the door, and a generous tip would be reflected in his time. 

Sybelle, drunk off her husband's affection but still coherent enough to recognize the hunger that twisted in her stomach, fought hard to open her mouth and say: “Baby, I love you, but I’m hungry.” The eyebrow raise and a light smirk she received in response let her know she walked into his following statement: “I am, too.” What a double entendre. She giggled and pressed her hands against his chest, trying to flee from the war of kisses he launched against her face and neck. His tongue traced the spot behind her ear, and she shuddered, backing away. 

With a pointed finger, she commanded, “Food now, playtime later.” Sybelle kissed his pouted lips twice and slid out of his reach. “Quicker you eat, the quicker you get to take this off, and we can go aga—“ 

David smacked his lips and moved past her with an urgency she hadn’t seen since she’d been home. With a playful tone, he said, “Move, girl. You takin’ too long, I’m hungry.” Sybelle gasped out a laugh and shoved his shoulder playfully, watching as he raced downstairs to scarf down his meal like a child eager to finish dinner so they’d get dessert. But she was his dessert. 

The dessert he’d have to wait to savor because, in purse David fashion, he made a mess. It was intentional, she noted. The spoon was centimeters away from her lips and pecked her cheek, a long streak of pepper sauce dripping down her face. Her jaw fell agape, and David shrugged, “Sorry, B.” What started as an innocent night between lovers ended with a kitchen covered in food as they retreated to versions of their childhood selves. 

“You are impossible,” Sybelle laughed as she brought a paper towel to her face to remove remnants of their shared meal. Her eyes danced around the kitchen. Microwave covered in sauce, counters littered with rice, and the floor wet with water. On any other day, she would have lost her mind. While she knew cleaning would be a two-man task that could’ve been avoided, she had to admit: “But, that’s the first time I’ve laughed like that in a while.” 

David grinned like he’d beaten Joe Burrow and claimed the Heisman for himself. He took a damp paper towel over her forehead to remove dirt and debris. “That was the goal. I just wanted you to relax, baby. Though…it’s gon’ have to be after we get to this.” He waved his hand toward the mess they created in tandem. 

Sybelle nodded with an amused expression on her face. She cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Well, quicker you clean, quicker we can go ups—“

His eyes lit up like stars, and a playful smirk toyed on his lips. “You know,” David cut her off, moving to grab the paper towel off the holder and the bleach spray from under the kitchen sink. “I don’t know what’s up with you and this lack of urgency, but we got things to do, B. I’m tryna take you down, girl!”

His wife threw her hands up in mock offense and dropped the used paper towel into the trashcan. “Coming, coming!”

-

Another moment of intimacy between man and wife, an additional shower that almost turned into another love session until Sybelle begged him to give her body a break (though she wanted it just as much as he did), and new pajamas later, they lay in their king-sized bed. The second Black cinema movie of the night played on the television ahead. While she tried to keep her eyes focused on the screen ahead, her eyelids grew heavy, and sleep loomed over Sybelle like a cloud. 

"Go to sleep," she heard David say gently, his hand caressing her hip. He was wide awake, his eyes trained on the television, yet by the sound of her breathing, he knew it wouldn't be long before her body shut down for the evening. 

A series of sighs escaped her lips as her body melted into the sheets. The flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the room that would’ve distracted her any other day. Still, in the current moment, Sybelle’s focus was slipping, her mind floating toward the beauty and tranquility of a food and love-induced sleep.

David’s hand lingered on her, fingertips tracing slow patterns across her skin. His warmth remained, his presence constant like the sun's rising and setting. “You good?” he whispered, his voice low, though he knew the answer. 

Sybelle smiled, the weight of the day and the tenderness of the night catching up to her. “Yeah,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “I’m good.”

With that, she shut her eyes completely, the quiet pulse of their shared breath filling the space between them. The world outside faded completely—his primary goal was accomplished. As the movie played in the background, neither noticed when the credits rolled. They had long since turned in for the night, their souls entwined, finding peace in each other's presence. 

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Tags: @kirayuki22 @greedyjudge2 @notapradagurl7 @irishmanwhore @honeytoffee @theogbadbitch @jazziejax @kumkaniudaku @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @youreadthatright

[nebuladreamerrr]

Hands of healing| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

REQUEST: "Can I have some fluff where reader comes home from getting her nails and toes done so when she comes home the house is all quiet so she looks for Kylian and he’s in bed sleeping and notices his feet out of the covers so she decides to play mischief as she can’t resist to tickle him, poking his soles, scratching his arches and playing with his toes until he wakes up all annoyed and she bes all like “well who’s gonna compliment me” so she shows him her nails and toes done so he tickles her back as payback please💗"

Summary: Kylian has always aimed to win at everything, but y/n has set out to beat him in this tickle battle. Will she be able to do it?

Warnings: English is not my first language, and it includes feet kink

They had been long months, and little by little you had stopped prioritizing those small habits that could relax you in your day-to-day life in order to keep up with your routine.

Stress had become a constant in your life, something you had accepted living with from the moment you took the job, knowing it would come with certain demands. However, over the years, you had managed to discover some techniques that allowed you to relax and remember that everything was going to be okay.

One of your favorite methods to relax was to prepare a romantic dinner with Kylian at home. Although on numerous occasions you both had dressed up to go out and dine at some luxurious Parisian restaurant with excellent reviews, deep down you preferred to stay home. Together, you would help each other prepare dinner, which frequently ended in a fun flour fight. Once you finished, you opened a bottle of champagne to toast to your achievements and future endeavors. While watching a series and dining, you caught up on how your day had gone. At the end of the night, Kylian would usually take the opportunity to culminate the evening with a more intimate union, sealing the love you both felt for each other.

On many other occasions, due to the young player's hectic schedules, you had to find ways to unwind when you were alone. This often included going out shopping at a new boutique you had discovered, meeting up with friends and family, or visiting Kylian's family. But above all, you usually prioritized your aesthetics.

For you, it was a whole ritual to go to the hairdresser and beauty salon. From time to time, you treated yourself to relaxing massages and never skipped your manicure and pedicure sessions. These small moments of self-care helped you stay centered and recharge your energy to face daily stress.

Additionally, sometimes you treated yourself to a full spa day, with sauna, Turkish bath, and facial treatments. You even accompanied these sessions with a good book or listening to your favorite music, which transported you to a state of absolute relaxation.

You had also learned to meditate and practice yoga, two activities that, although difficult at first, had now become essential for your well-being. These practices helped you find balance and maintain calm amidst the daily whirlwind.

So today had been the day to put an end to that period where you had stopped prioritizing yourself, and you finally went back to getting your nails done. You loved the whole process: from the preliminary step of trying to choose the best color while the manicurist showed you the new shades that had arrived, to the moment you saw how delicately she filed your nails to shape and prepare them for painting. You couldn't forget the subsequent massage she gave you, which always left you with a feeling of deep relaxation. Moreover, so many nail sessions had made the manicurist and you very close, and whenever you saw each other, you caught up with enthusiasm.

You were very excited to show Kylian the new nail color you had chosen: "bougainvillea." You had chosen that color remembering how, a week ago, he had praised a dress in that same shade you had seen while walking hand in hand, saying that color would suit you very well.

With that excitement in mind, you decided to put the keys in the car and drive while listening to the new songs you had recently discovered. The music filled the vehicle and made you smile, anticipating Kylian's surprise when he saw your nails.

However, your excitement began to gradually fade as you arrived home and noticed everything was very quiet. There was no noise, and the curtains in your bedroom were drawn. With utmost stealth, you made your way to your room to check what was going on. When you opened the door, you saw Kylian resting face down, with his hand wrapped around the pillow. You watched as his muscles seemed to relax in rhythm with his breathing.

The scene melted your heart. You approached carefully and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him for a few moments. You felt grateful to have someone like him in your life, someone who supported you and made you feel loved.

Seizing this moment, you sat beside him and, with a gentle gesture, stroked his hair. Although he didn’t wake up, a small sigh of contentment escaped his lips. Touched by Kylian’s soft reactions, you turned your gaze to find your bag and reach for your phone, intending to take a photo. That’s when you noticed his feet were uncovered, and a much better idea crossed your mind.

You tried to hold back, convincing yourself that Kylian surely needed his rest, but in the end, you decided to follow this sudden thought, recalling how he used to do this to tease you. So, with great stealth, you got up and approached his feet, starting to gently tickle them. You began by playing with his toes, moving them softly and slipping your fingers between the arches. Kylian stirred a bit in bed, but continued to sleep, so you decided it was time to put your real plan into action.

After a few more massages between his toes, you decided to tickle the soles of his feet. Unable to withstand the tickling, Kylian wiggled so restlessly that he almost kicked you. Annoyed, he let out a grumble and opened his eyes slightly to see who was disturbing his wonderful sleep. Upon opening his eyes, he saw you with a playful expression, although you tried to look annoyed, showing off your nails.

"It looks like no one is going to compliment my nails today," you said with a tone of feigned indignation.

With a soft laugh, Kylian replied, "Darling, they look great, but you could have woken me up without tickling me. I almost kicked your cute face."

"Very funny! But well, you can’t do anything about it now. I’m leaving you here to rest," you said, trying to pull away.

"Not a chance," Kylian retorted, quickly getting up to scoop you into his arms and put you back on the bed, knowing what was about to happen. Kylian wanted revenge and was going to give you the same treatment.

He quickly started tickling you, tracing his fingers all around the soles of your feet. The room was soon filled with your laughter, which triggered Kylian’s contagious laughter. While he couldn’t stop laughing knowing his girlfriend was now getting the revenge she deserved, he couldn’t help but think about how soft your feet were and how sensitive they were to his touch.

Taking advantage of this, he grabbed a soft feather and began to stroke all the curves and arches of your feet, running the feather around your toes. You felt a surge of intense sensations and twisted even more, laughing uncontrollably.

“No, Kylian, that tickles even more!” you yelled through your laughter, trying unsuccessfully to pull your feet away.

“Oh, really?” Kylian said with a mischievous grin. “Then I’ll keep going a little longer.” The feather glided smoothly, causing a mix of laughter and desperation.

After a while, both of you were exhausted from laughing. Kylian finally stopped tickling and lay down beside you, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I couldn’t resist,” he said, kissing you on the forehead. “Your feet are just irresistible.”

“Don’t worry,” you replied, still smiling. “It was fun, though definitely unexpected.”

Kylian looked at you with affection. “I love you, you know? These moments with you are what make everything worthwhile.”

“And I love you,” you said, snuggling closer to him. “Thanks for always making me laugh, even when I don’t expect it.”

You both stayed there, enjoying the tranquility and closeness of the moment. Despite the jokes and tickling, you knew that the love and respect you had for each other were what truly mattered.

[your-favourite-yapper]

pelaes. seimd ebgging you. coem abck

this ask is so old it's rotting but one thing that will nvr rot is our lvoe 💞

Umm not a tw but idk any mythological creatures so dotn hate me also there's cannibalism

2 vers bc I luh them

Version 1 (v much based off of ur xeno x sirius post): pandora is a respected sci who's in charge of studying these creatures and she v muchxould care less abt them and views them as being less than humans abut then a new ship ment comes (mary) and pandora is droooling bc mary is litr perfect?? So even tho mary was like, sent there to be put down or whatevs pandora demands to be able to work on her and imm mary senses pandoras weakness and like starts asking for things and how could pandora say no that face?? Pandora convinces herself that she's in the position of power here and can stop anytime she wants but all it takes for mary to say that she needs a bigger room for her wing health and pandora will trip over herself to fulfill that need, "it's just for science!" she says as she gives mary a pedicure. And mary while she experiences disgust or distate to pandora (pandora cant even like fly?! Pathetic.) It's sooo fun to see pandora get infatuated w her just like that anda,so there's the whole "pandora things all otherbeings are inferior except mary" thing going on wc makes her feel 🌟 special💫 bc pandoras tests on the other otherbeings is like rip their hair out, beat them up, rip their intestines out while their still alive and swap them w another otherbeing vs pandoras tests on mary being stuff like them doing those silly quizzes in gossip magazines to see if marys a summer or spring (summer), and like pandora sketching marys features w measurements in a sketchbook and like building a whole sculpture of marys body (for the tits and ass) and like massaging her wings but mary never forgot the whole purpose of this but. Pandora while she loves maty will nvr forget abt mary being an otherbeing so like she treats her the same indulgent way a mom would treat a child demanding for a later bedtime or smth EV mary builds up pandoras trust to the pt where pandora would only lock 13 of the doors 90 locks at night and ev 13 becomes 3 wc becomes 2 wc becomes 1 wc becomes...NONE!! and mary runs a2ay the first chance she gets and when pandora finds out she kills her self after drinking marys blood

2nd ver is where pandora is a sci that is extremely skeptical of like otherbeings existing and there's a village that's being haunted by an other being in the woods and pandira moves to the woods to disprove this theory and get that dolla 🤑🤑 anyways she moves and she findslike signs of marys presence and is like "hold awnn 😱😱 watt??" And she starts doing these rituals to lure mary and one day mary appears and pandora is GONE infact in this ver it's even worse bc in that one she was taken aback by mary in gen and not the fact she was an otherbeing but now it's mary AND the fact she's an other being so it's like damn double homicide but uh anyways pandora gets obsessed and records EVERYTHINB wbt mary what tines she comes out, how long she stays, her physical features etc etc and she starts a garden even tho she hates plants and the onky flower is a marigold and she starts trying to spproach mary but the thing is madys the type of otherbeing to stand in ur yard and wait 4 u to app then run away and each day she's a bit farther down ur yard till ev ur in HER forest and she uh...eats you?? If u DONT follow her tho she'll litr kill every1 in the village but bc pandora isn't from the village and has like empathy issues so she owuldnt be affected uf this happened and doenst even believe this myth + pandora doesn't kno mary eats the ppl she just thinks she freaky like that and umm they have odd convos but it's always mary asking the qns and if pandora asks the qns mary smiles and leaves and ev pandora is so strung out she starts higkey traumadumping but marys like wait i love this bithc?? So she entertains pandoras qns and um ev they grow rlly close and pandoras mary stuff (TM) is now sm she has a whole room dedicated 2 her and like one day pandora asks her what she did w the ppl who she killed and marys says she eats them but pandora thinks she's joking so she's like "haha...wat" and marys like " yeah i have to kill and eat ppl or like ..idk what happenes bc im pike the only 1 like me but it cant be anything good...but its not that bad i onky eat the heart :) " so pandkra thinks and thinks abt this until one day she's suddenly infront o f a villagers hosue ?? W a knife in her hand ?? And the door opens and the k ifes no longer in her hands but in the neighbors abdomen ?? And she leaves him out in front of her door?? And can hear mary eat him ?? How weird. Umm anyways ev marys like I wanna change 4 u 🥺🥺 so she like moves in w pandora and there's one rule pandora has wc is mary can't enter that one room and they have fun being silly goofy Lil wuh luh wuhs and going on fates and mary starts getting curious bc pandora is always in that room at the end of the day (shes recording her mary scrapbook) and mary starts believing pandoras being unfaithful or whatev and the anger festers (big theme w her btw) until one day she snaps and like stabs pandora w her talons and after being stabbed by marys talons ur litr a goner bc theyre posionous and when pandoras bleeding out u kno that scene in bones and all ?(have not seen the movie bc im scared but have read the wiki summary and thats like the same thing) the one where the character is bleeding out and convinces and pleads w the other to just eat them bones and all ?? Thats what happens pandora pleads w mary to eat her so they could b tghtr 4ever but mary can't bring herself to do it so she onky eats pandoras heart and savors it like a delicacy and then she buries pandora under her marigold flowers and she goes into the room and realizes that pandora wasnt being unfaithful 😯😯 she was just being a weirdo abt her !! Wait...pandora wasn't being unfaithful....oh. and ev mary gets so depressed she digs into pandoras grave w her hands and like buries herself alive in the ground w her

[jaegerisms]

geto who stays at jujustu tech after hidden inventory, and sometime in the future ponders the subsequent developing of your relationship~

It would definitely take Geto a few years to even allow himself to consider if he wanted to marry you. Once he did, it would take him a few more years to actually pull the trigger. So much time in fact, that Satoru of all people gets on his case about it, “Dude, if you don’t fucking marry her already-“

“Satoru please don’t start this right now.” Their daily smoke sessions turning into a weekly occurrence after that. Almost monthly until Satoru gets tired of being avoided and demands his friend tell him why he dreads the topic of marriage so. How could he explain that even though you were the only person he could see himself with, the thought of getting down on one knee made his hands clammy, his heart race, his breath all but stop?

He wasn’t Satoru. He couldn’t brush off his worries so easily. Maybe there had been a point in time when he possessed the confidence to do so. Believing himself to be strong enough to handle anything and come out on top. But that had been before he saw the world crumple around him. Before he realized that he was just man, and there were risks he didn’t have the capacity to handle. Things he couldn’t control.

Eventually, Satoru’s insistent nagging would force Geto to divulge his worries to his friend. And upon hearing them, Satoru bursts into a fit of booming laughter. It pissed Suguru off.

“Bro, you’re nervous? Seriously? It’s been 6 years, if she was gonna leave you it would’ve already happened. Trust me, your emo ass has nothing to worry about.”

For a few weeks afterward, Geto would catch himself studying every interaction between the two of you. The soft voice with which you consoled him, the way you always asked if he was alright after too long of a silence. The way your hand always seemed to drift to him. As if you needed to feel his skin on yours as undoubtedly as your lungs needed air.

The way you brushed his hair, humming whatever tune your mind had decidedly fixated on. The tenderness with which you held his face, tucking his hair behind his ears and staring at his lips as if it pained you not to be latched onto them for even a moment.

Even if he was no longer the careless over confident sorcerer you had fallen in love with all those years ago, he was still your Suguru, no matter what shape he had grown to take. And upon the realization that he could be anything and you would still be there, he went for it.

On a Sunday morning, over coffee, as you sang along to the theme song of whatever show you had playing on tv. Taking sips of your mug between each nail you painted. Bare feet splayed on the edge of the coffee table, chewing on your lower lip in concentration as you tried your best not to make a mess of your attempted pedicure.

Drunk on the casual intimacy, in awe of the effortless beauty that had him in a chokehold, the words fell from his tongue before he had the chance to actually understand what he was doing, “Marry me.”

You nearly choked on your drink. The brush in your hands just moments before clattering to the ground, leaving a stain on the floorboards he would undoubtedly chastise you for later.

“Y-you mean that?”

“Yeah.” He choked out, holding his breath so fiercely he thought he might turn purple. Hands gripping the kitchen counter so hard his knuckles became white.

The shriek that erupted from you nearly scared him half to death. Wet nails be damned, you jump up from your spot on the floor and run to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. He couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped him at your unabashed animation.

Now that wasn’t so hard was it?

[aemnds]

─ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

❛ ♡. gif credit.

★ ── modern!aemond comes home early to surprise his little wife.

◜ ♡ ⃗ ⎯⎯ [3:41 pm — aemond targaryen]

she had just finished cutting the strawberry, crème sandwiches into diagonal slices as the front door opened— revealing her beloved husband, aemond targaryen.

smiling, she hurried over to him, helping him remove his long, leather jacket, before bending down to untie and remove his black, combat boots.

once she placed both things neatly away, she returned to her patiently waiting husband and reached up on the tips of her bare, pedicured toes—which were painted pale, baby pink—and kissed his soft, pillowy lips -- humming at the minty flavor he always seemed to taste of.

“hello, my love,” she greeted him softly, after pulling away from him to continue preparing his lunch. she hummed softly as she worked, grabbing a handful of salted almonds and placing them into a tiny container for later to snack on.

aemond hummed, walking up behind her and wrapping his long, lean arms around her— pulling her back slightly so that she was snuggly pressed back against his hard, front torso— making her smile with happiness.

“my love, i need to finish preparing your lunch,” she says with a light giggle, feeling him bend down and press multiple kisses along the sides of her neck and collarbones, where he knew she was most sensitive.

“i’ve missed you,” he murmured, nearly whining as he lightly scraped his teeth against her thumping pulse point, before beginning to suck on her earlobe, humming in content at the delicious taste of her soft, silky skin.

she made a giggling sound, trying to pull away as she finished cutting a few slices of apple—without the skins—just as aemond preferred, before turning around to face him.

he towered over her, a small smirk on his lips as he bent his knees down to press his lips to hers, wrapping his strong arms around her waist tightly— possessively.

“hm.. my pretty, little wife— you are truly perfection,” he says lowly, before pressing his lips back against hers, moaning at the sweet, honeyed taste of her -- his tongue slipping inside of her warm, wet mouth.

“gods,” aemond groaned into the kiss, hearing her whimper and try to kiss him back with the same intensity as he was kissing her. “i am so lucky to have you— my sweet girl, my only love,” he tells her, his voice boarding on obsessive.

“i love you, i love you, i love you— you’re mine, all fucking mine… say it,” he demands, voice deep and nearly begging—gods, if aegon ever found out that he spoke to his wife this way, he’d call him a fucking simp and never hear the end of it.

she giggles femininely, flashing him a pretty, lovesick smile as she was so used to her husband’s possessive behavior over her, “i love you, aemond— i am yours,” she purrs, fluttering her eyelashes up at him innocently -- like a sweet, little virgin.

aemond smirked, leaning around her and swiping a long finger behind her into the homemade whipped cream she had made, pulling it back and sucking the sweetness into his watering mouth, a soft hum escaping him— tasting the sweet aroma of vanilla extract.

“delicious,” he purred, smirking down at her -- before he swiped another finger into the whipped cream, holding out his long, calloused finger near her plush, pink lips to give her a taste.

she gave him a look of surprise, raising an eyebrow at his teasing grin as she wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking the whipped cream off of his digit with a soft, breathy moan.

“and to think… you’ve made my favorite strawberry sandwiches too,” he says conversationally, his voice deep and husky as he looked down at her with a dilated, amethyst eye -- which was burning with desire.

“i have an idea,” aemond announces suddenly, watching his wife hungrily suck on his index finger, his eye darkening with lust.

aemond suddenly pulled his finger away, running the long, calloused fingers of his right hand over his wife’s exposed shoulder as he pressed her back more firmly against the large, kitchen countertop that he had built for her out of marble.

she gave him a curious look, doe eyes blinking up at him innocently and pink lips slightly parted in question. “yes, my love?” she asks him sweetly, her voice high-pitched and as sweet as the whipped cream she had made just for him.

aemond let out a soft sigh, letting his calloused fingertips brush down and over the thin, pink tank-top, admiring the little white flowers decorating the thin material that covered her perky breasts— her nipples hardening as he moved down closer and closer -- before tweaking a nipple between his long, deft fingertips.

he heard her gasp softly, her back arching into him and her heavy eyelids fluttering with lust, her cunt becoming more and more wet the more time he paid attention to her.

…he drove her absolutely wild.

aemond hummed lowly, giving a nod, “how about we put this delicious lunch away for later that you’ve made for me… oh, so lovingly— and how about i eat you instead, hm?” he murmured softly, though there was a hint of darkness to his voice as he began to grind his hardening cock into her lower belly, making her whimper pathetically for him.

she gasped softly, doe eyes wide and blinking repeatedly, before nodding eagerly in agreement, already starting to put the lunch away for later consumption for when they were both hungry after their… activities.

aemond happily trailed after his little wife, watching as she placed the food away neatly in the refrigerator -- the front of his hard, clothed torso pressed firmly against her back.

he started pressing ravenous kisses down the right side of her delicate neck once again— enjoying the sight of the purple blemishes he’d made last night -- while sucking and biting the smooth skin as if his wife was a sweet, forbidden fruit made specifically for him.

she knew how aemond could get -- her husband could become nearly frenzied— practically a beast when it came to her, and it seemed she was in for a long afternoon of orgasm after orgasm, as he whispered hotly that he wished for nothing more than to feast on her sweet, little cunt.

[g0ttal0ve101]

Johnny Headcanons <3

TW: GAH!!!! TEXAS MAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!!

Note: had to do it to them 😮‍💨 i decided to do a mix of romantic and random hcs cause i thought it was cutie but I did section them off from each other!! might write about tcm later on so i’ll take requests for it!!!!! @twsted-idiot :3

RANDOM

he definitely had a FUCK ASS haircut growing up. all those boys in that damn house did. NANCY HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS DOING 🗣️💥 she really pulled up with the scissors and said ‘alright sweetie just hold still’ and fucked up his entire life for a hot 10 years. after that no one gets near the hair…

fuck ass teeth lets be soooo real. from the amount of times he’s gotten into fights at the bar or in a street, he definitely lost/chipped a few in his prime teen years. his bottom teeth are also a lil crooked…but it’s cutie on him! our little gummy bear ❤️ (bitch has gums for days it’s ok to admit it!!)

i’ll talk abt a lot of his love languages in the romantic section but let me tell you, he’s good at pulling bitches but has trouble pulling ppl he’s ACTUALLY interested in 🗣️💥

^ what I mean by that is like. if he just wants a good fuck and a bougie dinner, trust he’ll have a bitch under his arm! but if he has someone he genuinely cares about and wants to be with, he’s more reluctant to show interest… if that makes sense.

everyone knows he has a farmer’s tan 😭 tan one second, takes off his shirt, WOAH!!! WHOS THIS WHITE MAN??? IS THAT A FUCKING GHOST??? oh no it’s just johnny’s tatas 😻

^ speaking of wish im a freckle truther so fuck you he has light freckles on his face 😮‍💨

ALCOHOLIC. REAL BAD. say bye bye to his livers 😿……but no seriously he has terrible drinking habits. practically drinks every night smh. and that’s on dealing with unbearable depression 😮‍💨

SMOKES HEAVY TOO. (johnny your lungs…😿)

idk abt yall but I think johnny’s a sweetheart to bubba….his mama taught him better than to boss him around and be an asshole like CERTAIN PEOPLE. although johnny can come off as demanding, i truly think he has the best intentions at heart when he’s interacting with bubba ❤️

kinda homophobic but gay at the same time 😮‍💨 and that’s on that TEXAN TIP 🇺🇸🦅💥 YEEEEHAW!!!

in my head i think johnny had his own room n stuff in the house up until he confronted nancy. after that and getting his eye fucked up, he wanted to be petty and sleep outside just to bother nancy. at first she didn’t care and thought he’d eventually just come back in but. he. DID NOT. instead he literally cleaned out the entire shack, found a cheap couch from some thrift store, n fucked that shit UP!!!!!! nancy was PISSED!!! 🗣️ “come back in”…..“no” type shit

loves keeping souvenirs of his victims. ESPECIALLY memorable ones. where did he get that belt? simple, really. this cute guy tried to use it as a defense mechanism! johnny strangled him with it shortly after ❤️ oh and this perfume? yeah, he found that in a REAL fighter’s purse. she was cute whenever she screamed 🌹

started driving at like. 10. nancy fucking FLIPPED OUT whenever she caught him riding around in a car as a literal CHILD. (influenced by certain people😒) but even after all her scolding, he never stopped 💀…that’s why he’s a good driver to this day!

this man loooooooooves his hunting. talking abt sum “THATS A BUTTON BUCK 🗣️” bitch no one knows what you’re talking abt be quiet. (I love him passionately)

johnny DESPISES wearing formal clothing. whether it’s some dumb church suit, dress shirt, or WHATEVER, he does NOT FW THAT SHIT ❌ the real ones know johnny walks around his house with just his boxers on…..and that’s on that country shit 🇺🇸🦅💥 (more like CUNTry)

CALLOUSED HANDS TRUTHER 💥 he definitely has some fucked up fingernails too. stained with oil n shit….SOMEONE GET HIM A PEDICURE IMMEDIATELY.

nubbins always instigates him into fighting a family member 💀 (usually sissy or the cook) talking abt sum: “she said you get noooo bitches…hot ones at least lolsies” or “he told me that he thinks you’re the weakest link of the family but yknow…” FALSE ACCUSATIONS!!!! but johnny falls for it every time 😭

ROMANTIC

HATES PHYSICAL AFFECTION AT FIRST!!! I’m telling you this right now he DON’T LIKE IT!!!!! and it’s not even in the cutie ‘aw he’s touched starved’—NO. HE DON’T LIKE IT. that’s not to say his opinion won’t sway a lil depending on the person (🤭) but at first that’s a big no no with him.

^ but once he starts getting comfortable with you, it’s impossible to pry him off. always wanna hug you n kiss you n play with your hair….he’s a lil love bug fr!

terrible at handling verbal affection. like god 😭 when receiving compliments, he kinda just scoffs, says something snarky, n tries to change the subject. keep doing it? he doesn’t know what to do with himself. it eventually becomes a staring contest with him being like ‘quit that rn.’ but let’s be honest, he likes it 😮‍💨

^ in terms of GIVING IT OUT, he’s pretty good at it. words of encouragement come easy to him since he just has to give you a ‘good job’ (maybe even adding a lil pet name if he’s feeling cute) n move on with his life.

^ but complimenting your laugh? your voice? your eyes? your hair? your clothes? he does it in the slickest ways possible. never over the top or on the nose, always subtle and almost unnoticeable.

he shows his affection through gift giving. stolen flowers from sissy’s garden, stolen jewelry from…trespassers, stolen expensive clothes with suspicious gashes through the fabric, severed limbs—LMAO OFC NOT!!!!! but yes he’s very inclined to give you lil gifts here and there.

surprisingly enough, he likes teaching you stuff. whether it be something small like the mechanics of a car or something big like gutting and skinning a corpse, he enjoys being the one who shows you how to do things he knows how to do well. and when he sees that he successfully accomplished his goal of educating you, he’s happier than ever. (this is also a perfect excuse for him to call you a good girl/boy!!!!!! he’s not slick!!!!!)

pet names consist of the TEXAN WAY BABY YEEEEHAW 💥🦅🇺🇸 sweetie/sweetheart, baby/babe, honey/hun, angel face/doll face, y’know how it is. and it’s kinda cute cause throughout your relationship with him, you unlock certain pet names!!

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄 MANIPULATION! johnny is a genius when it comes to manipulating you. and trust me, you will NOT know he’s doing it.

this is really fucked up (bc HE’S fucked up) but he definitely pushes your boundaries in the beginning of the relationship. it’s kinda like a test to see what he can get away with and how you’ll react to him being an asshole. are you gonna cuss him out? are you gonna hit him? cry? run off? he wants to know.

^ and by ‘pushing the boundaries’ I mean degradation n shit. you ask him what’s wrong and he calls you a filthy whore, a mangy slut, a stupid bitch, JUST TO SEE what you’ll do.

^ the way to pass the test is STANDING UP TO HIM. that’s what he WANTS. be an asshole back!! don’t lose your shit, just one-up him. for example, call him a bitch ass momma’s boy!! that’ll have him on his KNEES!!

who said jealous? BECAUSE YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. johnny IS insecure and thinks you’ll leave him, so it’s better if you DON’T talk to anyone he could perceive as a threat. he lays off with family n shit bc he gets it, but if they ain’t related to you? bitch they better know how to fight 😮‍💨

PDA is iffy with him especially around any of the family LMAO….but if he feels threatened by a guy or god forbid JEALOUS, best believe you’ll have an arm around your waist real fast. 🤭

you better like late night drives bc this man ADORES them. whenever he wants to have a sentimental moment with you or treat you real special for a night, best believe you’ll be in his car for a good while. takes you to the PRETTIEST landscapes he knows of and just chills with you.

^ cutie till he tries scaring the shit outta you with some horrific story abt what happened there or sumn. or even…idk…..starts the hypothetical scenario of “y’know I could kill you rn and no one would be able to hear you scream LOL! 😹” johnny…..if you don’t shut the hell up….

if shit is serious, you definitely made a blood oath with him that you’ll stick with him despite everything. basically marriage imo. peak romance right there <3

[steddieas-shegoes]

for the drabble thing- Steve being nervous to tell Eddie that he wants to go to cosmetology school to become a hairstylist "please don't laugh?"

"Gas station is hiring a night shift person," Eddie said as he flipped through the ad section of the paper. It was filled with Help Wanted ads, and has been since most people left Hawkins after the town split in two.

"Don't really wanna be night shift," Steve sighed.

He had a job, but the grocery store was cutting back his hours for stocking shelves. Less people in town meant less demand for groceries, meant less deliveries, meant only one stock person a day was needed and he split the job with an older man who needed the job almost worse than he did.

He couldn't keep working jobs like this, at least not in Hawkins. There was no telling how long many of these businesses would even be open.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Stevie?" Eddie asked, resting his hand on Steve's thigh.

He could tell Eddie what he's been thinking about for weeks now. Eddie wouldn't judge him. Probably.

"Please don't laugh?"

"I'd never laugh at you, sweetheart."

"I've been thinking about going to school for something," he said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, just the community college."

"Uh huh..."

"Cosmetology?" Steve whispered.

Eddie smiled at him, squeezing his thigh gently.

"That sounds perfect for you, love."

"Yeah?" Steve perked up.

He hadn't even mentioned it to Robin yet, had almost talked himself out of it late at night when he thought about telling everyone.

"Yeah. You already know more than most people do about taking care of your hair and nails and skin, and you're so gentle when you're doing the kids' hair or mine. You like talking to people. It's the perfect thing for you to do," Eddie emphasized his words with a kiss.

"So you think I could do it?"

"I think you could do anything, but this sounds perfect. When do classes start?"

"I...don't know yet. I haven't checked. I was scared I'd get my hopes up and then back out."

"Not gonna let you do that if it's what you want, love. Let's go tomorrow and you can apply."

Steve made it just in time, classes started only two weeks later.

Eddie let him practice everything on him from haircuts and styles, to dyeing, to manicures and pedicures.

When he graduated, everyone was in the stands cheering him on.

And his first day in a salon, all of the kids and their parents lined up at the door to be his first clients.

[whatthefishh]

until we bleed

Rydal Keener x F!Reader ; part of the Oxford Comma series

Words: 6.4k

Warnings: swearing, an unnecessary amount of big words being used, smut, pinv, um... slight dub con... drama...

Beta read by the lovely @xbellaxcarolinax who basically jumped on the doc every time I helplessly texted her to ask if I was being stupid, and special s/o to @melodygatesauthor for helping me talk out the smut hehe

The charity gala was a front for the girls to get dressed up and the men to boast about their new business ventures. The charity mentioned in the invitation was picked out by the dean’s wife, a hedge fund manager – a most noble career – and she had already swindled enough out of the guests for the entrance fee before the scheduled auction later that evening. 

You didn’t want to go but you couldn’t really tell Rydal that, especially after the whole thing with Chester just last week. He had been a little down since then, his skin halfway healed from where the skin had broken. You couldn’t help but feel a current of electricity pass through you straight to your core whenever you looked at the slightly swollen pout he was sporting because of it. And the bastard knew it, too. He had been using the pout, with the added weight of his baby cow eyes, to get his way for the past few days, easily swaying you into submission for the littlest things. 

Which is how you ended up at the pretentious gathering being thrown in some philanthropic attempt to absolve the attendees of their greed. The dress you got for this event specifically was more expensive than any you’d ever worn before, the black satin silk of it tickling your calves where it hit. Your heels were new and not broken in, the thin straps sitting across your fresh pedicure — also something he insisted on paying for, picking out your nail colour for you. A glossy soft pink, a shade that reminded you of the Chanel perfume he had gifted you with. 

Rydal had taken you out to buy an outfit when you tried to tell him you couldn’t go with him to the gala because you had nothing to wear, rolling his eyes at what he knew was you trying to weasel your way out of it. You felt bad, making him wait while you tried on every dress the saleslady threw at you. He kept telling you it was fine, eventually threatening to come in there and dress you himself if you didn’t cut it out and that he was comfortable lounging on the sofas outside the fitting rooms. 

Slipping on the next dress from the large selection you had gathered in your fitting room, you checked yourself out in the mirror. Flatting the skirt with your palms, you tried to imagine yourself at the party, your arm looped around Rydal’s elbow and everyone’s eyes on you. Would this help you blend in? Was this the golden ticket you needed to finally gain acceptance? You’re starting to feel like it didn’t matter what you wore, they’d be able to sniff you out regardless, the vultures with their sharp manicures and syringe sculpted faces. 

When you finally stepped out in the simple but flattering black dress, Rydal’s eyes flashed as you turned this way and that in the mirror, trying to see it from all angles. This could work, it was simple enough that you didn’t feel entirely unlike yourself but it was still a lot more extravagant than anything you owned.  

You didn’t notice him slowly getting up like a predator stalking its prey, too focused on whether you liked the garment or not until his hands came to rest on your hips and his nose pressed itself against your neck. Only then did you take note of his half hard bulge pressing into your bum, your body temperature jumping at how quickly he was reacting to you all dressed up for him. You weren’t a lingerie girl, never had to be in your experiences but the way he was growing more and more feral by the second had you itching to buy the most delicate, laciest sets just to pull this behaviour from him on demand. 

“D-Do you like it?” you hated the way your voice wavered when you spoke, the slight increase in pressure from his hot hands causing you to blush heavily. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Go take it off before I do it for you–”

“Yeah, on it,” you pushed his hands away, bolting towards the fitting room before he got any ideas and shaking your head at him. 

He purchased the dress while you were changing back into your regular clothes, coming out to the sight of him holding the garment bag over his arm while dumbly ignoring the stares of the other girls in the store. 

You weren’t used to feeling so aggressively desired so publicly but Rydal never made you feel like he wanted to hide how he felt about you. He would compliment you in front of his friends, in front of strangers, he would speak highly of you despite having told you something that would send your blood boiling seconds prior. It was reassuring, especially since you weren’t blind to the way girls would look at him, especially the ones in his social circles. 

The dress would help you fit into the crowd a little better, the shoes only slightly uncomfortable so far but that wasn’t the part that bothered you. Before leaving for the night, you made sure to try your best with your hair and makeup to look effortless with the help of your roommate, Eleanor, who told you that Rydal was going to go crazy over your look. That didn’t make you feel any more comfortable, however, wearing clothes much too expensive, you began to wonder if he liked you better like this, if he wanted you to be more like them. 

His reaction upon seeing you made your stomach swoop, the reverence in his eyes making you shyer than you’ve felt in a long time. You think maybe you should dress up like this more often, maybe he’d prefer you like this. Trying to shake those thoughts out of your head, the two of you make your way to the party being held on campus, looping your arm through his. Rydal was wearing a beige linen suit himself, the white dress shirt underneath had the first couple buttons open for a more relaxed look that you knew he only did to stick it to his dad.

You don’t know if you would have preferred to be invisible rather than be gawked at by the guests, but either way you were extremely uncomfortable and trying your best to mask it for the sake of your boyfriend. The party itself was unlike any other you’d attended, and why would you have? It wasn’t something you’d normally be invited to, especially with your financial struggles. It was kind of ironic, you being here now. At least you were dressed for the part.

Most of the guests were in casually lavish clothing themselves, almost everyone in the room exuded an air of superiority and arrogance you didn’t know how to handle. Walking by a group of older men dressed in various shades of browns and beiges, you overheard their heated discussion regarding the new instalment of fine art in the library’s entryway. There was a table full of what looked like raffle prizes to be won, along with a small brass raffle drum at the end. Near the end of the room stood a podium next to a sign with the charity of the night outlined in large, black lettering. For the good press, for the photos, you bitterly think. There was even a small group of classical instrument musicians playing classical renditions of modern day music. 

In every cluster of guests, there was an undeniable condescending overtone, the haughtiness oozing from every direction and you didn’t know where a safe space was for your eyes to land so as not to be assaulted by a judgemental gaze. Rydal was walking with ease, his hand at the small of your back, the warmth from it burning your skin due to the backless nature of the dress but you were thankful for the touch as it kept you somewhat grounded, helping you not trip over your heels. 

He walked you through the psychological battleground, gliding through the people who were most definitely whispering about his date for the evening, leading you to the food and drinks table. Exotic delicacies littered the banquet table, carefully prepared for consumption and small enough to grab several handfuls before feeling any sense of satiation. The rich were an interesting breed, despite their indulgence they loved making things tiny. 

The purpose of the night was drowning in the show of snobbery, and you were so bitter inside at the show they put on for each other that you opted to stay quiet so as not to make Rydal uncomfortable. These were his peers, the people he grew up with, the old man in the corner, his godfather, the lady with the laughable plastic surgery was his favourite ‘aunt’ growing up, giving him the biggest presents at his birthdays. Countless familiar faces for him, all of them sneering at you. 

The comforting touch of his hand leaves your back and you immediately turn to him in a near panic, the idea of being left alone in the sea of sharks making you stumble over your shoes. Upon seeing Rydal’s father right behind you, you opted to stay silent. This was not the first time you were meeting him, but it was the first time you were seeing him on school grounds after spending the summer at their family home. 

“Rydal,” he nodded to you and greeted you by name, “Come, I need you to meet a couple of people from that firm I was telling you about. Quickly now.” 

Lawrence Keener wasn’t the most terrifying person you’d ever met but he was definitely intimidating and he definitely was aware of it. The man had influence at the school, and honestly anywhere else he went. His handsome face and strong jaw demanded respect before his clothes did, his bespoke and cleanly pressed suit giving him a reason to tilt his chin just that smidge higher so he could look down at you with a single snobby brow raised. You could see where Rydal learned that expression from. 

He was somewhat dismissive of your presence, which only served to piss you off further but you had to hold back from rolling your eyes since Rydal was looking at you with a plea in his eyes, asking if it was okay to leave you for a few minutes to go meet the senior partners his father was pushing him towards. 

You nodded with a tight smile to him, trying to be supportive without showing how anxious you already were on the inside. Stepping into his world and pretending you were fine with it was proving to be more difficult than you initially thought.

Rydal leaves you with a relatively chaste kiss on the cheek, his father watching you two with blatant boredom before ushering him away with a hand on the back of his neck. After watching them turn a corner, you have to blink a few times before gathering your bearings and heading straight for the hors d'oeuvres, the miniature yet intricate selection taking your attention away from the prickly company. Devilled eggs, stuffed mushrooms with crispy onions on top, micro fig pies, melted brie and shortbread, roasted oysters with butter mignonette, caviar and creme tartlets and bowls and bowls of shrimp cocktail met your eyes. Reaching to try a pie, it almost made you laugh at how tiny it was in the palm of your hand. 

Some time must have passed and you’d eaten several different kinds of mini appetisers, gulping down the mocktail a random floating waiter had offered you after watching you stuff your face while you observed others mingling and networking. Hearing Rydal’s voice over the soft music playing, your eyes start searching for him excitedly. 

There’s a girl. Walking next to him, there is a very pretty girl. And they’re laughing. She’s touching his arm – familiar, they’re familiar – and he doesn’t brush it off, he’s smiling with her and for a moment you forget that you’re together. 

They look… they look quite perfect together, to be honest. She’s taller than you, blonde hair perfectly coiffed with a classic cocktail dress in a shade of blue that matched her eyes, making her smile look all the more bright. The girl in question throws her head back in laughter at something Rydal says, and it must have been funny at the way she covers her mouth elegantly to hide her grin and–and you want to leave. Badly. He’s not flirting but he’s also not taking her hand off of his arm, and he’s still smiling at her. 

They…fit. She looks like she belongs. Here, with him, on his arm, wherever she pleases really. Maybe she’s the girl his father wanted him to go for, the choice that made sense for him. The option that was easier. The kind of girl who crossed her ankles when she sat at the dinner table, the one who knew which one the soup spoon was. The girl with the right parents, the right upbringing. The one who didn’t need a room at their family home because she had her own next door. The one he didn’t have to take shopping to make her look the part at a charity gala. 

The girl that wasn’t a charity case. 

You should just leave now, and leave them to it. They would probably be engaged right after graduation. Rydal would get a job with the law firm his father was pressuring him about and she would be the host of their next charity event. Hell, maybe she’d even run for a council position. Talk about a power couple. 

While your intrusive thoughts were spiralling, you get caught staring by Rydal, his eyes lighting up to see you and you can see the words forming on his lips as he’s about to call out for you, most likely to introduce you to the girl in question. Turning on your heel before he had the chance to get your name out, you walk with speed and purpose, hunting for the washroom to collect yourself. You know people are looking at you walking past them, you probably look a little out of it but you couldn’t care less right now, just focused on getting some air and maybe splashing some water on your face.

Ducking into the washroom with a sigh of relief – the door matched the wood tone of the walls, the little sign above labelled “Washroom” in tiny, cursive writing making it incredibly difficult to find – you manage to find an empty stall. Leaning your head back against the stall door, you close your eyes as you try to even your breathing. You have to manage the anxiety bubbling up in your chest and the influx of negative thoughts about Rydal, it’s not fair to you or him.

The washroom door swings open and shuts, a pocket of music from the main hall echoing for a few seconds before giving way to the animated chatter of the girls who just entered. Their giggles and whispers became more clear once they settled in front of the large mirror hanging above the marble sinks. 

“I’m going to need a lot more champagne to withstand anymore of that woman’s inane chatter, like, we’re already helping so much,” one girl huffed. 

Peeking your eyes through the tiny gap in the door, you catch a glimpse of the back of their heads. 

“Yeah well at least your boyfriend hasn’t been ignoring you all night. All I said was that he was repeating his outfit and that people would notice!” 

“Oh honey, don’t worry. Nobody is going to notice that with Rydal walking around with his charity case girlfriend. What the fuck does he see in her anyway?” Another girl said, carelessly loud. 

Your ears perked up again, your heart dropping in your stomach. Now was not the best time for you to hear this, their conversation only confirming your shameful thoughts about your boyfriend. 

“I always thought he was easy but to stoop so low? She’s basically the farmer’s daughter!” 

The scandal in her voice almost made you laugh in disbelief from where you were hiding in the stall. 

“I think he’s doing it just to get back at his father. Lawrence doesn’t even look at her.” 

Well. That’s not… that’s not what you wanted to hear. Lawrence looked at you, right? He said hello perfectly politely, right? You’re frowning at the thought.

“Ha! That’s because he wanted Colette for him. My mom told me he’s secretly hoping Rydal wakes up one morning, ready to go running back to Barbie Blue Eyes and make them all proud parents,” the loud one from earlier said with a wicked tone. 

Colette… you didn’t know a Colette. Blue eyes? Could they be speaking about The Girl from earlier? Were they right, were you just a phase for him? 

“Oh my god El, you kill me! They are really blue, and that dress she’s wearing tonight looks so fucking good on her, I can’t deny her that. It’s like she got it custom made to match her eyes.” 

Oh fuck. The Girl was Colette. Of fucking course. 

And from the sounds of it, she was Rydal’s ex. No wonder he never mentioned her. No wonder she was so friendly with him, hands all over his arms, giggling together like a couple of young lovers. Compared to her, she was the obvious choice, and it wasn’t a surprise that Lawrence had given his approval. 

“Sounds like Colette,” the third girl chimed in. 

“I don’t care how much Rydal spends on this new girl, she isn’t fooling anybody. I bet she’ll be gone by the winter. Anyways,” the first girl sighs tiredly, as if unloading all that gossip took a physical toll on her. “How’s my lipstick, Vee?” 

They descended into a different topic, focused on adjusting each other’s appearance until they left the washroom leaving you to stew in silence. They wouldn’t have known you were listening but they said everything you didn’t need to hear anyway. 

So Rydal was dating this perfect girl, Colette, before you got together. You were the rebound. You were never permanent. You didn’t belong. 

You should’ve known he wasn’t serious, it was too good to be true. You should never have opened up to him, never have trusted him with all your insecurities and vulnerabilities. He probably bought all the girls Chanel. He couldn’t have been serious about you. He hasn’t even met your mom, hasn’t visited your home yet. You couldn’t let him get any closer. 

Stepping out and gently splashing your cheeks with some cold water, you walk out the doors on shaky knees and look around. Nobody is paying you any attention now and you exhale a breath of relief. These people are never going to respect you. No matter how many pretty clothes he buys you. 

Rydal finds you before your eyes find him, his hand snaking around your waist and mouth finding your ear to whisper a sweet little I missed you, softly kissing your skin. You shiver, and despite the direction your thoughts were going you find comfort in his smell and warmth, closing your eyes while you turn your body into his. 

He’s the same and yet he isn’t. Rydal slips into his social persona and you’ve never really paid attention before but there’s a slight difference to his voice and once you notice it, it bothers you. You stare at him, perplexed and hurt. You wonder if you know him properly at all. Which one is the real one? Is he pretending with you or with them? 

Rydal tells you he has someone to introduce you to but your stomach starts churning and you think you’re gonna be sick because you see Colette making her way towards you in the crowd and you can’t face her, not after what you just heard. 

“I feel kind of sick, actually, can we go? Like, now?” 

You know you have a frantic edge to your voice but you can’t help it. 

“Can we go in a bit? Just stick it out for a little longer, baby—“ 

There’s a bubble of anxiety in your chest that rises to your throat the closer she gets and you look to Rydal with pure panic, upset that he’d even suggest you stay in this stifling room for any longer. He stops talking upon noticing the tears welling in your eyes, brows immediately furrowing in concern and then nodding quickly.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, we can go, c’mon.” 

His hand returns to the small of your back, guiding you out of the hall and you’re glad for it because all of a sudden your vision is blurry and if it weren’t for his persistent hands helping you, you would’ve surely never found your way out. 

The way back to his room was tense. Not the comfortable silence you were used to, your throat closed and sealed shut since leaving. Your mouth has opened and shut several times, wanting to break the silence but your tongue felt like lead. 

Rydal doesn’t make any attempt at conversation either. After putting his blazer jacket around your shoulders, he stuck his hands in his pocket and frowned the whole walk back. 

By the time he let you in his room, your bottom lip was wobbling and your anxiety was suffocating you in its attempt for release. Either you were going to cry or yell or both. 

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you reach for the makeup wipes you keep with his things, aggressively wiping at your eyes and fighting with the layers of mascara you had put on. He slowly comes up behind you, not looking into your eyes but his hands reach to unclasp your necklace, brushing your hair aside for ease of access. 

You inhale a shuddering breath. 

You should just do it now. Just come right out and say it. You may as well cut your losses and let him be happy with whoever he wants, let him make his father happy and stop standing in his way. You were only holding him back, and that’s not what you wanted to do. You still loved him, even if tonight did break your heart. 

Dropping the necklace on the counter, he reaches for the zipper of your dress next but his hands still and instead rest on your waist as he presses his forehead into your shoulder. 

“Did something happen? Did someone… say something?” He mumbled, the vibrations of his voice almost triggering your tears. Instead you let out a sniffle.

“She really is beautiful. Why didn’t you tell me about her?” 

“Who?” 

“Why did I have to find out about her from a bunch of girls in the washroom? Does she go here? Is that why your dad doesn’t look me in the eye when he talks to me?”

“…it’s not like that—“ he sighs.

“No? It’s not like you become someone else when we’re around these people? It’s not like you have this whole goddamn life that I’m not part of, that I’ll never be part of because they’re never going to accept me? They’re never going to respect me, never think I’m good enough?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I don’t even know what you heard!”

“Everyone thinks I’m with you just for your money, you know. They called me the farmer's daughter. They said I’m your fucking charity case. Do you know how that makes me feel? As if I don’t already feel like an outsider here?”

He opens his mouth to respond but you don't let him, rushing to hurt him the way you’re hurting inside. 

“You’ve never had to work a day in your life, you don’t know what it’s like in my shoes.” You laugh humorlessly. “What are we doing, Rydal?” 

“What do you mean?” His voice sounds so small and the knife just twists deeper in your gut. 

“Why should I have to deal with this constant bullshit from the people in your life? I don’t even know them! Maybe… maybe we should—“

“Stop, stop, listen I can handle everyone else being upset with me, but not you. Not you, please. I can’t take it from you, please don’t say what I think you’re going—“ 

“I don’t know. I just can’t, I— maybe, maybe we should break up, I think you’d feel better, too, I think—“

“How could you think that? How could you say that?” He’s upset, expression sour and twisted.

He looks the way you feel. 

You watch him fumble for words. 

“I literally left my dad at this stupid party and he’s going to be fucking pissed, like seriously livid because he was building me up to his buddies but– but I don’t care because I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

His palms grip your waist tighter and he steps closer, crowding you against the basin and doesn’t give you any room to move. You can’t look at him so instead you stare at the makeup wipe, the angry black marks mirroring your heart as your mind yells at you to run, to leave and hide where he can’t hurt you, where he can’t see you crumble and break after he inevitably agrees to leave you. 

You push it once more.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe I should’ve just left you there.” 

There’s a small part of your brain that tells you that you’re being irrational. That he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t care, he must care even a tiny amount, even if you were a temporary toy. 

His hands leave you for a second and he takes a step away. You feel cold, immediately feeling small and stupid, fighting between wanting to cry and going numb until suddenly the familiar warmth comes back, his hand pushing your back with so much force that your hands shoot out in front of you to catch yourself. One on the mirror, one on around the edge of the vanity. 

Looking up at Rydal in shock, you open your mouth to ask him what the fuck his problem is until you see he’s not even looking at you, his eyes are trained on your ass and he’s biting his lip, but he still looks… broken. 

“Rydal, what the fu—“

“Stop. Talking. You’ve said enough.” His voice was almost a whisper but still firm enough to cut through yours, and his hands were still kneading your hips. 

His behaviour is new and kind of confusing, if you’re being honest. It’s clear he’s never been denied before in his life. He looks helpless and angry and worried and aggravated and entirely too focused on your body at this moment for any of it to make sense. 

Rydal’s fingers trail down your dress until they reach the slit in the back and leave goosebumps as they make their way back up, hooking into your panties and then tugging them off and around your heels. Upon rising, he’s still avoiding eye contact. Your cheeks are burning, legs slightly wider than before. Despite being mad at him, your body still obeys. 

“So mouthy all the time.”

Balling up your panties, he surprises you further by shoving them in your mouth even as you protest and try to push back on him but his body keeps your balance wavering. You have no choice but to keep your hands where they were if you didn’t want to fall. 

Your eyes must be bugging out of your sockets and the rise and fall of your chest is coming quicker and quicker.

“If that’s what you really want, then leave.” He’s saying this while the tips of his thick fingers brush and tease your entrance, keeping you frozen in place.

Your mind was at odds with your body as you felt your instinctive reaction to him touching you. Fighting the urge to embrace the desire now dripping down your thighs, you knew you had the ability to walk away if you wanted to and yet you found yourself pressing back against his hand wanting more. 

“Aren’t you gonna leave? Isn’t that what you wanted? No?” 

Rydal slides two fingers inside your cunt, easily and without warning and you grunt but it’s muffled against the cloth. This is absurd, you think dumbly. You want to feel embarrassed but you can’t bring yourself to.

“Didn’t think so, baby,” he’s saying while stepping closer and his fingers reach even deeper, if that were possible.

His mouth comes up to your ear, whispering his next words and sending them straight to your gut, weighing heavily inside you. 

“I need you, can’t you see that? Look at me,” his hot breath hits the shell of your ear and you’re panting. “Can’t you tell? How fucking badly I need you?” 

So you look at him, and you see a desperate and needy man in the place of your Rydal, the one you’re familiar with. This wasn’t the same man you were used to, the one who would make you laugh while he was making his way inside you. This Rydal was upset and he was adamant on making you regret your words. 

His fingers were curling inside your wet heat, pressing up against that spot that made you see stars and stealing your breath so hard your fingers were curling. Your fingerprints were marking the mirror, the squeaking sound making you shudder against his body. Moaning around the fabric still in your mouth, you tried to grind down on his hand, desperate for him to move, to do something, anything to the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter. 

Rydal could feel your hips moving back against his hand and moved to still you, fingers holding you tight enough to bruise. Slipping his fingers out, he taps them against your clit before removing his hand entirely and making your shoulders sag at the loss.

Reaching one hand up and back to keep him close, afraid of his warmth leaving you, your hand wraps around his neck as he rushes to unbuckle his pants noisily. He’s shaking a little, breaths coming out ragged at how badly he needs to fill you up. 

Once he frees himself, Rydal uses one hand to push you back down and bunch your pretty dress up, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in swiftly without hesitation. 

He groans loudly, tilting his head back with his eyes shut for a moment before looking down at where he’s seated to the hilt inside you, unmoving. 

“You lookin’? You need me, too, I can see it in your eyes. Look,” he reaches forward to grab at your jaw, making you watch yourself as he slowly pulls his cock out and slams it back inside to kiss your cervix. Again, and again, and again. “See that?”

Rydal forces your head to nod with his hand still holding your face while you try to speak, voice coming out unclear against the panties still in your mouth. The stupid fucking fabric was making it hard to breathe and you were going to pass out, drunk on his cock, you were going to faint against the god damn builder’s grade medicine cabinet. You want to moan out loud, you want to tell him he wasn’t playing fair, that he was going too slow. You want to pull his beautiful hair out and yell at him, you want him to hurry up and fuck you harder, you—

You’re coming. 

“Ohhh, fuuuuck,” he let go of your face, hands dropping to press on your lower back and push you more forward, your hands clambering on the mirror like a fool. “Look so—so, oh fuck, baby, look at you.”

It didn’t take him long at all to make a mess of you. 

“You gonna take it back? Take back what you said, tell me you were wrong,” he whines, still fucking you hard but not hard enough. 

The problem was that he was dragging his girth out slowly but stealing your breath on every hard thrust forward. And it still wasn’t enough, not for this, not for right now. 

Your attempt at speaking is ruined by the fact that your panties were still in your mouth, your saliva soaking the material by this point. You wanted to spit it out, hurl the obstructive garment across the room but it wasn’t possible in your current position. He can’t possibly be stupid enough to expect you to answer him like this. 

He almost laughs when he realises you’re trying to say something, quickly pulling the fabric from your mouth to let you finally have your voice back and you immediately let out a cry at his perfectly timed thrust. His cock was moving faster, intent on not having you speak but making you come again. Now that he could hear you, he was becoming more and more unhinged. 

Embarrassingly, you’re having a hard time keeping your voice down, whines and cries falling from your lips continuously while Rydal fucked you against his sink. Your hands are leaving fingerprints all over his mirror from where you’re trying to get a grip and push yourself back on him, his own hands keeping you bent over for him but squeezing whatever flesh he could reach. 

Leaning forward to kiss your back, he mumbles words he thinks you don’t hear, don’t leave me, mine, my baby, stay here—

“S’wrong, I-I was wrong,” you whimper. “M’sorry, fuck—“

“Shhh—“

“I—“ you hiccup. “I hate them, I, yesss right there, god—“

“I know, baby, I know, I got you,” he’s back to grunting in your ear and you can’t see or feel anything that isn’t Rydal. 

You’re overwhelmed by everything that’s happened tonight, your feelings from earlier still bubbling up and causing you to tear up while he continues to ram into you. He sees you crying, reaching his hand in front of you to toy with your clit.

“Stay with me,” he demands, voice low against the shell of your ear. Desperate, he’s still so fucking needy even after making you cry on his cock. 

You nod before you realise you’re nodding, sniffling in your daze. 

Rydal’s index finger, the same one he teased you with earlier, starts circling your clit in the surefire way he knows how to make you cum, grunting when he feels your walls fluttering over his length. 

And when you’re gushing all over him, his finger still circles your nub but he stills his hips as he feels you come undone and talks you through it. Pretty baby, love you so fucking much, stay, stay with me, stay—

Lifting you off his length he takes off your dress completely and turns you around with his hand wrapped around your neck to bring his mouth to yours, kissing you like a man possessed. He doesn’t wait to slip his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as his own to prove a point. He’s always fucking proving a point, always pushing his way through your walls. 

Walking you backwards towards his bed, he only breaks away from your mouth to help you remove his shirt and pants, your hands mapping out his chest and shoulders. You don’t let him get far from you even as you lower yourself to lay back on the mattress, pulling his body along needily while he crawls over you. 

This time when he enters you, it’s slower, softer, gentle, but you’re shaking in his arms, foreheads touching as you share a breath and syrupy kisses. You cry a little, mascara messy and lipstick smudged, but he shushes you, mocking you, “thought you could leave me,” he says and anticipating your rebuttal — as he does, he always fucking does — he says, “thought you could go on without my cock, hmm?”

And then he’s kissing you again before you can say anything, effectively shutting you up while pressing you into the mattress, fucking the fight out of you as his hips slide into yours again and again. Your bodies are sweat ridden, your pussy is soaking his sheets and he still hasn’t cum yet, but you think he’s close. He has to be, he’s barely pulling out now, his length throbbing inside your pulsing walls as he ruts into you. 

He’s biting your shoulder and your eyes are focused on the popcorn ceiling, your oversensitive core trembling as he tries to pull another orgasm from you. You’re probably crying, it’s hard to tell at this point, face and body damp, but your ears are attuned to his sounds, his gorgeous whimpers and grunts. Rydal’s body is heavy on yours but you’re floating, you don’t feel a thing until his thumb starts pressing hard against your clit that you try to curl in on yourself, thrashing against him and– yeah, you’re crying. 

He’s speaking absolute filth, it doesn’t make any sense, but in the midst of your pleasure you hear him saying he’s going to fill you up. 

He does. It’s so wet between your legs, the glide of his half aborted thrusts smacking lewdly and loudly and you feel like an exposed nerve and numb all at once. His spend is leaking out of you and just when you expect him to pull out and play with your puffy folds, he turns on his side, keeping you full of him. Rydal rests his face against your chest, your sweaty and spent bodies tangled together. Boneless and breathless. 

His arms are everywhere, one running down the length of your thigh soothingly and the other wrapped under your torso to pull you close by your waist. Touching, always touching. That’s been one constant you’ve noticed from the start. Your breaths are echoing loudly and you’re almost afraid to speak, afraid to ruin the tranquil silence that envelops you both. 

You open your eyes to find him already watching you. 

“I’m hopeless without you,” he says, so so softly. “I’ll let you win at monopoly every time, I’ll stop ruining the ending of the books you’re reading, fuck, just tell me what I have to do. Tell me, I’ll do it.”

You just hold him tighter to you, kissing his temple.

[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC men with a zookeeper reader?

It’s a very tiring and ridiculously demanding job but since she loved the animals so much, she’s willing to sleep at the zoo’s office to watch over them when one of the animals need overnight assistance

She tells her multiple experiences working with different animals and the ones that are (surprisingly) the easiest for her to work with are tigers, jaguars, snow leopards, cougars because even though they are predatory animal, they can be very affectionate and will spend time bonding after lots of attempts from her being respectful towards their boundaries, positive reinforcements ( ex: not biting her broom equals free treats ), no direct eye contact, using a soft tone like how a mother would talk to an infant, etc while not anthropomorphizing the relationship

But the animals that she’s very wary to work with, or if given opportunity, she will avoid working with them at all costs are surprisingly mostly the non-meat eaters like zebras, cassowaries (especially in their breeding season) and her biggest fear, chimpanzees…She told them how the zebra gets most zookeepers to be ended up in the ER because of how unpredictable they are, how a cassowary one time kicked at her shin with their jurassic pedicure resulting in her being off duty for nearly half a year before she can somewhat limp to work again. Finally, she tells them to ask all zookeepers “ what are the list of animals they prefer to not work with ?” If a zookeeper do not have chimps amongst their answers, they’re most likely have not worked with one (fortunately)

She tells them the one time she nearly got her arm ripped off because she carelessly decided to put her arm into their feeding space to retrieve their eating bowl, which unbeknownst to her, a chimp is hiding out of her sight, ready to tear her arm off had she put it in. She was scolded by her manager for that one but she’s glad that some senses had been knocked into her

(This is based off of an actual story btw)

At last, of all the animals, the ones she downright hated working with the most are definitely the hairless apes with nothing but an Iphone and a sense of entitlement. One time, at an old zoo she used to work, a mom tried to put her kid over the railing to get him a better sight of ( out of all the animals ) a Polar bear which resulted in the kid falling into the pool, right around its feeding time. All zoo staffs including her had to euthanize the poor bear to save the kid…Till this day, she still mourns over the bear and the amount of anger would surge through her every time someone mentions that woman and she would silently cuss at her because her negligence could’ve killed her kid and the bear as well

Yes, sure!

Sparda boys + V x Zookeeper!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-You are a very caring animal lover and Dante thinks that's adorable.

-Your stories about what you do at the zoo are some of the most entertaining he ever heard, and serve to calm him down after a nightmare or too much alcohol.

-Would actually like to meet these animals that you are so fond of taking care of--given that most are felines and Dante is pretty much a fat lazy cat, they'll get along just fine.

-Wants you to be careful when dealing with those nasty chimps with their damn iphones. Hearing you almost lost your arm to one of them doesn't help matters much.

-Will visit you and drop off supplies for you if you decide to spend the night at the zoo office.

-Understands thar you miss that poor euthanized bear, but doesn't share your sentiments. How can he, anyway? He never knew the thing.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is not fond of animals, will tolerate them, but would never have the patience to care for them.

-You have earned his respect for being able to do something he never will.

-Will portal into your office whenever you decide to stay the night with all your overnight essentials packed in a rugsack.

-Enjoys heading your stories. As someone with little to no experience in animal care, he appreciates this knowledge.

-Does not want you to continue dealing with those barbaric chimpanzees for fear of further injury, but if you must, then he has no choice but to allow you to.

-Pats you on the shoulder to calm you down when you get upset over the deceased polar bear. While he will never understand why humans are so bothered by these sorts of things, he will do his best to comfort you.

□ Nero □

-Nero loves to watch you take care of the animals. You're so gentle and loving around them, like they're nothing more than household pets.

-He enjoys listening to you yammer on excitedly about all your experiences at the zoo, filling his ears with random factoids he'll never use.

-Hates that you spend nights at the zoo because come on, that can't be comfortable. Wouldn't you rather be cuddling with him in your nice, warm, fluffy bed?

-Then again, you're such a sweet soul who's kind to everything and everyone--you probably wouldn't even notice the discomfort.

-Understands that you're upset about that poor bear and is a little moved by its story, but just a little.

● V ●

-Being an animal lover himself with several familiars, V understands your commitment to the zoo animals.

-Indeed, they are magnificent creatures. If he wasn't afraid of being ripped to shreds, he would have petted some of them.

-Enjoys watching you work, though he can't stay for long because if he does, Shadow will claw at the enclosure walls, trying to get in to play with the other felines.

-Misses you when you have to stay the night at the zoo, but he knows your animals are important to you, so he says goodnight and greets you with a kiss when you come back in the morning.

-Likes listening to your stories, especially the ones about those mischievous chimps.

-Sympathizes with your feelings regarding that polar bear. Had the mother not been so neglectful, it wouldn't have had to die.

[heart-full-of-lust]

A–Z of Perversion for the Undecided Slut:

Age Play: “Daddy’s Little Grad Student” — You "accidentally" call your 45-year-old professor Daddy during office hours… until he grades your rough draft bent over his desk.

Bondage: “Strapped to the Stairmaster” — Your gym crush “helps” you “stretch” after spin class… with nylon straps, a vibrating clit ring, and endless reps.

CNC: “Midnight Intruder” — A masked figure climbs through your dorm window, whispering “You’ll thank me later” as duct tape silences your screams… and your thighs.

Degradation: “Cum Dumpster Diaries” — Frat brothers bet on how many loads you’ll swallow at the pledge party… while you wear their jerseys as a gag.

Exhibitionism: “Live Cam Girl Fail” — Your first streaming accident goes viral when your roommate’s boyfriend “drops by” mid-broadcast… and unloads on your face.

Foot Fetish: “Soleful Submission” — Your pedicure turns dominant when the tech ties you to the massage chair, worshiping your toes before making you beg for release.

Gangbang: “Study Group Initiation” — The debate team “votes” on your oral skills… with your GPA riding on how many cocks you juggle under the library desk.

Humiliation: “Piss Princess” — Your Tinder date’s “surprise” is a golden shower… in front of his poker buddies… who all brought "gifts."

Incest Roleplay: “Stepsis Got Stuck” — You “trip” wearing nothing but his hoodie… and he “helps” while filming for your “family album.”

Jealousy Play: “Cuckquean Carnival” — You’re forced to watch your boyfriend rail your roommate… while he makes you lick her juices off his cock.

Knife Play: “Edge of Consent” — A blind Tinder date carves his initials into your inner thigh… as you drip onto the butcher block kitchen island.

Lactation: “Milking the Nanny” — Your billionaire boss demands you nurse his stress… with a breast pump, a spreadsheet, and no bra.

Masochism: “Pain Slut Poetry” — The campus poet laureate spanks sonnets into your ass… then reads them aloud while you squirm on his lap.

Nun Fantasies: “Confession Box Corruption” — You detail your sins to the priest… who absolves you with his cock down your throat.

Orgasm Denial: “Edging Intern” — Your CEO keeps you chained to the office printer… vibrating plug synced to his phone… for 8 long hours.

Pet Play: “Bitch in Heat” — Your frat’s Halloween party ends with you collared, crawling for treats… and taking a pack in the backyard.

Quickie Quest: “5-Minute Glory Hole” — Rush hour bathroom. Ten strangers. One timer. How many can you throat before the stall door busts open?

Rough Sex: “Bruised Bridesmaid” — The groom fucks you raw in the chapel closet… while his bride’s lace thong chokes your screams.

Somnophilia: “Sleepover Surprise” — Your best friend “sleepwalks” into your bed… and your wet dreams turn real.

Tentacles: “Hentai Study Break” — Your anime marathon gets interactive when the screen pulls you in… and your body becomes the protagonist.

Urinal Duty: “Restroom Attendant Training” — The dive bar hires you to clean poles… with your tongue… and refill beer mugs… with your pussy.

Voyeurism: “Neighbor’s Livestream” — You realize your apartment’s Alexa has been broadcasting your masturbation nights… and subscribers are voting on your toys.

Watersports: “Pool Party Toilet” — The lifeguard designates you the “relief station”… and the line wraps around the deep end.

Xenophilia: “Alien Abduction Exam” — Bright lights. Cold probes. Translucent tentacles testing your “human endurance”… in 4K resolution.

Yandere YOLO: “Stalker with Benefits” — Your obsessed ex hacks your Fitbit… to track your heartbeat as he fucks you unconscious.

Zipper Torture: “BDSM Gala Mishap” — Your ballgown’s corset laces are hooked to a zipper wall… and every donor tugs harder for their tax write-off.

Pick a letter, little slut. Let’s focus that filthy brain.

[ladylooch]

Oooo for flashback Friday, could we possibly get more of Kevin & Lena having daddy daughter dates?

That little girl is his whole world and it’s the cutest thing ever 😭 I can see him dedicating a whole day out of the month to do whatever she wants to do. The sky’s the limit when it comes to him spoiling her!

His other kids like 👀 dad wtf 🤣

Let’s talk about the things Lena and Kevin love to do:

Lena is plant bae 2.0. Kevin and her are always tending to the house plants and the gardens when they’re in season. Lena loves going to the plant nursery in the Spring and happily plants all the vegetables for their family garden. She's so cute in her bright yellow boots and overalls. She rushes outside every day to water the plants with Kevin too. It's her favorite "chore".

Lacey and Lena both participate in dance until Lacey moves to gymnastics. Lena sticks with dance for a while. Kevin’s FAVORITE thing is daddy daughter dances with Lena. He takes it very seriously. Once, Lena was sick, but Kevin still went to practice with the group and told Lena about everything she missed.

Lena refuses to learn how to swim from anybody except for Kevin. The other two Fiala kids did swimming lessons through the local parks and recreation department. Not Lena. She went to that first swimming lesson, took one look at the teacher and said "my daddy knows better than you.". She marched back over to daddy and demanded to go home. So, Kevin taught Lena how to swim. He was up for hours at night on Youtube making sure he was teaching her correctly and doing his best to keep her safe.

Kevin loves a good pedicure. Lena becomes his pedicure buddy as soon as she can sit still long enough in the chair to participate. Sam is a bit miffed when they go without her one time. "You didn't even like pedicures before me!" She complained, genuinely sad to have missed out on Kevin's ticklish giggles. Kevin hated the look on her face. So they never go without Sam again.

Lena prefers to talk with Kevin in Swedish. Even though her siblings know the language too, it feels like their special bond. Kevin does regularly have to remind her to switch back to English, especially as she's about to run into school for the day.

[beefrobeefcal]

OKAY okay I just think...pegging Frankie thoughts here. His favorite positions are missionary (he's a sweetie) and doggy style for the following reasons.

Missionary because it's intimate, he can hold you close and keep his face in the crook of your neck as you take him apart nice and slow. Feeling his hips, pressing your thumbs into his sides a little bit for leverage and to revel in the plush of his middle...

And hittin' it from the back!!! Using his love handles to manhandle him around in bed, hunching over his back as he takes all of you ... Feeling the way his belly hangs and soothing it lightly as you speed up inside of him. Taking his hand in your own and pressing it over his gut, asking if he can feel you, and he swears that he can—sidenote, Frankie definitely has a size kink.

AND! Pressing down between the blades of his shoulders, forcing Frankie down onto the bed so he's face down-ass up. He snivels and moans into the pillow, biting at the fabric as he unintentionally ruts into the sheets on every thrust until he cums.

Aaaand scene. Sorry I have many thots.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

I… I didn't know I needed this, Nonnie… thank you 🥵🫠🥩

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Gets Notched Down a Peg

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie joins in on an age old tradition for Mouse's Birthday.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,521

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, pegging, birthday cake getting burned, lube, butt stuff

Author's Notes: Thank you to @romanarose for instilling the THOT in our hearts & minds, and to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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“I wanna… I wanna peg you.”

Frankie’s face read ‘huh?’ as he looked at you, pinned underneath him.

“That’s what you want for your birthday?”

“Yes.”, you grinned bashfully.

Frankie had tacked you on your bed upon returning home from work, demanding to know what you wanted for your birthday this year as he tickled and playfully bit you. Even though your birthday was over two months away, he liked to be prepared.

Need less to say, your answer stunned him, leaving his heavy weight pinning you to the bed.

“Is… that okay?”, you finally broke the silence timidly. You’d done the research and neither you nor Frankie were strangers to each other’s back doors, but this was new territory for the both of you.

“Didn’t know my princess was so kinky…”, he responded in a low growl before resuming his tickles and bites.

*****

Thankfully this year, your birthday landed on a Friday, and you were able to take the day off. Frankie wasn’t but that didn’t mean he hadn’t booked you for an all-day package with Hannah at your favourite spa. He said he wanted you to be relaxed and feel good, ensuring you’d be ready for the night’s main event. Hannah was acting like she had no clue what ‘event’ he was referring to, but you suspected a surprise party at the bar you frequented.

The spa was amazing. By the time you and Hannah poured yourselves into Will’s SUV, you felt like goo. Between the facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, mud baths, and champagne, neither of you would have been fit to drive yourselves home.

You waved Will and Hannah goodbye as Hannah screeched “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOUSE!” out the window, and walked up the steps to your house. As you unlocked your front door, you thought it weird that neither of them teased or hinted at a big night, but maybe they were getting better at hiding things.

Walking into your home, you could smell something burning. You rushed into the kitchen and found Frankie pulling out a cake pan with the charred remains of what was possibly cake. He looked up and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, he chuckled.

“Oh honey…”, you sighed with a laugh. You walked up to him and looked in the pan, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re too sweet.”

“I tried one of your ‘from scratch’ recipes, and… let’s just say that it’s probably for the best it burnt.”

You both started laughing and Frankie tossed the burnt, and likely wrecked, cake pan into the back yard to cool.

*****

After giving you your presents, Frankie led you into the bedroom. Last year, he led you into the room to show you the new vanity he built you, with Benny’s help, in your ensuite for your birthday, and the year before, the new bed frame and matching bed side tables. You wondered what new furniture would be waiting for you this time, and when he opened the door and stood back, you saw… nothing new.

You looked up at him confused and he nodded towards the bed, and you looked at it. A pretty, pink box with a purple ribbon.

“Frankie… you’re spoiling me!”, you giddily chirped as you skipped over to the box and opened it.

You moved the tissue paper out of the way, and before you sat a bright violet harness and a neon pink dildo, with a pink bottle of lube.

Frankie came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Thought you’d wanna look pretty wile you fuck me, princess.”

*****

Frankie helped you get into the harness, all while you both giggled and kissed each other. Once you were strapped in, you kissed him, pushing him back onto the bed, stroking his rock-hard cock slowly.

He grunted into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck… princess… how… h-how do you want me?”, he panted, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Your eyes went dark. It was so very rare that Frankie gave up the dominant role in your love making, and this was truly the first time he was giving it up without you asking. He was yours to do with what you wish. You’d watched a few pornos with strap ons, and while the idea of fucking him missionary was definitely appealing, for your first time, you figured that doggy style would be more approachable. That, and when he fucked you like that, you loved how much control he had over you.

“On your knees.”

He smiled and huffed a nervous laugh and rolled over as you put a towel underneath him, just in case.

“You ready, baby?”. You cooed, reading under him, giving his heavy belly a squeeze before gripping his cock and pumping.

“Yeah… yes, fuck, yes.”, he sputtered breathily.

“Okay, baby… safe word?” Your tone was that of a kindergarten teacher, as you squeezed some of the hot pink lube onto your middle and index fingers.

“P…Paul Simon.”, he grunted as you pressed your finger to his tight muscle.

“Paul Simon.”, you cooed back with a smile, working your finger into him. “I like that.”

He grunted, precome beading at his tip and his hips bucked slightly into your hand. You worked your middle finger in and his elbows shook as he panted and let out small whines.

“Relax… Frankie baby, relax… I got you…”

You felt him start to give in and relax under your touch.

“There you go… feel good, baby?... tell me how good it feels…”

“So… so fuckin’ good… ahhh… so g-ah!... so good… fuck, prin-princess…”

“You ready, baby?... or you need my fingers still?”

“Ready… fuck… I’m ready.”, he stammered as his eye lids fluttered under his tented brows, and he nodded.

You pulled your fingers out and lubed up your tip and length, then gently pushed the tip into his hole. The whine that came from his mouth made cunt drool and clench on nothing.

“Oh Frankie… you like this?... yeah, baby?”, you cooed, pressing into him further.

His shaking arms finally gave out and he was now propped up on his knees and elbows as you began to pump in and out of him slowly. Franke whined and moaned, and you gripped his chubby waist, his love handles, and began to fuck him fast and hard.

“Oh… oh fuck… fuck… fuck… Jesus Christ… princess… Mouse… baby… oh god… oh fuck!”

You set your pace, keeping your focus on him and the noises he made, making sure none of them sounded like his safe word. You slid one of your hands up and on his back between his shoulder blades and pushed him down gently. He obeyed your touch and his cheek pressed into the mattress as he moaned his praise and filth.

“You feel me, baby?... up in your guts?”, you growl as your hand moved from his back to his front and slid down, pressing into his belly. His hand came up to yours and gripped it as he panted.

“So fuckin’ deep… keep… keep goin’… please… please Mouse… oh fuck…”

 He released your hand and you again moved it to hold his cock. What you found made you let out a whimper: it was painfully hard and pressed against his belly firmly. You barely touched the tip and he let out a high-pitched whine and a shudder ripped through his body.

You gripped and pumped his cock as you thrusted into him over and over.  Frankie’s eyes rolled back, and his mouth opened slack, and his cock shot hot ribbons out all over the towel below followed by a loud, low moan erupting from him.

You gripped his cock, offering a few more pumps and thrusts before he whined, “Paul Simon… Paul fuckin Simon!”

You immediately let go of him and withdrew your strap on and he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

Crawling beside him and cupping his face, you asked worriedly, “Baby? Frankie? Did I hurt you?”

“No… no, Mouse…”, he panted with a lazy grin. “Just… just over sensitive…”

“Oh, thank god!”, you breathed, laying beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckled and turned slightly, pulling your front to his, still breathing heavily and sweating. His belly was covered in his come, and now so were you.

So much for putting a towel down. You thought to yourself, smiling.

You peppered kisses over his sweaty brow and cheek, and he smiled and sighed with exhaustion.

“Did so good for me, Frankie… love you so much.”, you praised between kisses.

His eyes opened and he looked at you from under heavy lids with a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m guess this was the ‘main event’ you were referring to? Not a party?”, you laughed.

He didn’t answer, he just kept that same look on his face as his hand slithered down your side and then slipped between your legs, feeling wet you were.

“Happy birthday, princess.”, he grinned as he pushed to onto your back and slid down your body, kissing and sucking along the way.

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[jelka-jan]

The story of how Jelka tried to find a boyfriend

ATTENTION!!! WITH THIS POST I DO NOT WANT TO INSULT, OR OFFEND ANYON!!

Well, spring came, and from March to mid-April I started trying to build a romantic relationship with someone. To do this, I signed up for one of the dating apps available to me. And... I haven’t seen such a theater of the absurd for a long time, despite my experience working with people. Let me briefly mention the type of perverts who directly declare that they have forgotten here. But something else struck me: very, very many “grooms” who want to find their soul mate put forward the following requirements for girls (hereinafter - a somewhat exaggerated collective list):

“Your height should be between 150 and 165 centimeters. No more! Weighing STRICTLY no more than 50 kilograms. STRICTLY blond/brunette/red, only long hair/hair no lower than shoulders, brown/blue/gray-brown-raspberry eyes. You should have clear skin, no moles or scars / having unusual moles in an interesting place will be an advantage...”

Question: do you guys really want to meet a girl or are you still choosing a purebred dog or horse? That you wouldn’t be ashamed to appear in public, and you managed to grab a medal at the exhibition.

And I understand perfectly well that no matter how much they say that appearance does not matter, we still take it into account. However (it’s true, please forgive me if I say something out of the ordinary), it’s very awkward and even disgusting for me to see when guys who put forward such strict demands on girls in terms of appearance, judging by the photo, do not burden themselves with basic take care of themselves, do not have to deal with a razor and a comb, and are unlikely to exhaust themselves with sports and diets.

Okay, let's move on:

“You should always have a fresh manicure-pedicure, makeup and hairstyle. You must be able to cook, you must have a constant income, and in bed you must be a lioness-tiger, ready to experiment.

and at the same time, the “groom” is not going to write anything about himself in the questionnaire, putting forward the condition that he will tell everything about himself during a personal meeting...

I'm sorry, but is this ok? Maybe you want me to give you the key to the apartment where the money is?

No, of course, I also found normal, quite adequate guys there, I went on dates with several of them, but alas, I didn’t date anyone more than twice and, to be honest, I didn’t want to. Somehow I just didn’t feel like seeing each other again, that’s all. Perhaps I’m already accustomed to loneliness, or I have a subconscious fear of meeting new people due to negative experiences... I can’t give an exact answer to this. And to be honest, almost every date I felt awkward, sometimes I didn’t know what to talk about with my interlocutor, and from frequent stories about myself I began to feel like a parrot.

In general, it’s a tiresome and even stressful (for me personally) business of going on dates and looking for your soulmate. Sometimes thoughts creep into my mind that apparently the time has not yet come for me and I need not to rush things, but enjoy freedom, go to dance classes, go to dance parties, blog the way I want, draw whenever I want, do makeup and get dressed, and not worry that my partner won’t like it. As they say, if you want halva, eat it, if you want gingerbread.