#plus part of him likes waking up sticky

[transingthoseformers]

Somno where a character pushes aside the other's clothing or whatever and fucks them in their sleep, cumming in them and just. Pushing it back to the side

... time passes, then this happened

Humanformers megatarn

[another-lost-mc]

Shower Thoughts: Their bathing habits, with and without you.

Featuring: The Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Domestic fluff and non-explicit smut. Sharing a bath/shower together; sexual and non-sexual touching; mentions of teasing, semi-public sex (showering together in the RAD locker room), penetration (Reader receiving).

A/N: Shaking off the rust. I blame the new Nightmare cards by the way. I wanted to write this for the OCs and figured I should show some of the others some love too. Like always, my fav bias is showing. (Most of Asmo's section is based on things that occur in the bath scene of Desperation.)

LUCIFER

Showering is part of his morning routine - he wants to look and feel his best, his pride won't settle for anything less. (Plus, it helps wake him up for mornings when coffee alone won't do the trick.)

Baths are a rare luxury for him. Ideally, he'll have the house (and your company) all to himself so he can soak in the fragrant bubbles without worrying about what his brothers are getting up to.

(The fact that they're not home and loose in the Devildom is just as worrying, please try to distract him.)

He's not against the idea of shower sex, but it can be cramped and awkward. He would rather tease you with gentle, lingering touches that leave you both a little hot and desperate before leading you to bed where he can enjoy you properly. He's surprisingly unconcerned about getting his bedsheets wet when it means having you naked and willing underneath him as soon as possible.

MAMMON

Mammon usually showers at night. He'd rather have the extra time to sleep in the mornings before class. If he has to work or has a photoshoot, he's definitely showering before bed - he and his bedding are a mess from sticky, gel-caked hair and the eye makeup he didn't remove properly if he doesn't.

He doesn't usually take baths - too boring, too slow - but if you like taking baths...well.

Whether he's in the shower with you or the tub with you, he's open for anything and everything you might want to do. Even an innocent suggestion for a romantic shower or bath together turns dirty quickly when his eyes and hands start to roam across so much exposed, wet skin.

LEVIATHAN

For a self-proclaimed otaku, his showering habits aren't that bad.

Sure, maybe before you came along, he spent less time worrying about his grooming and personal hygiene and more time worrying about his idols' stream schedules and pre-sale ticket dates for the various movies or concerts he wanted to see.

However, you're here now and you're important to him, so whether he wants to admit it or not, that changes things. If he wants you to hang out in his room for hours at a time gaming or binge-watching anime, both him and his room need to be in guest-ready shape.

He showers more often when he's been cooped in his room on the sofa or in his fashionable-but-not-functional gaming chair that makes his back sweat. Even a quick cool-off rinse in the shower is enough to leave him looking and feeling refreshed which is perfect - he hopes he can convince you to cuddle with him in his tub after.

Maybe it's his natural affinity for water, but he enjoys showering or bathing equally. It's tricky when most tubs aren't big enough for him to spread out with his tail out too, but thankfully they're big enough for you to fit in the tub with him which is just as good - better, even!

He's shy with you in the shower or tub. He prefers to stand behind you so he's not tempted to stare at your chest (or lower). No one touches him as gently or with more care as you do. And the way you run your hands along the scales of his tail or his neck...he's going to try and hide his twitching erection from you and hope you don't say anything if you notice it. He can't help how good you make him feel, but he's not always confident enough to return the favour.

If you want him to touch you, you'll probably have to explicitly ask him to - and wouldn't you know it, your hands resting on his while you guide them to move over your body is one of many acts of intimacy he ends up craving from you.

SATAN

He showers in the morning. He's one of the few student council members that wears his uniform properly and I think he wants the rest of him to look and smell good too.

He enjoys a nice bath once in a while. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but they're a semi-regular part of his routine. He can load up the bath tray with a book, even a cup of coffee or snack if he's feeling peckish that night; time passes in a blue as he soaks away some of the stress that burdens him. If you join him for a bath, he'd love to read to you or simply hold you against his chest while music streams from his D.D.D. nearby.

Showers are useful if he's in a rush, or maybe he just wants to rinse off the day's grime (especially if he was at the club or in a fight). Or perhaps he's not in a rush after all, judging by the way he ushers you into the bathroom with him and tugs at your clothing so you can join him under the warm spray.

Whether he simply wants to melt under your fingers as you work suds into his hair and across his body, or if your naked body so close to his is too much temptation to ignore, know that you're probably the only one who gets to see him - all of him - exposed this way.

ASMODEUS

It's no secret that the Avatar of Lust adores his private bathroom, with its high ceiling and numerous cupboards full of fluffy towels and bottles full of the most expensive haircare and body wash and massage oils that Grimm can buy.

His luxurious tub - if you can call it that, considering it's bigger than any hot tub you've ever been in before - is full of fragrant, crystal-clear water that Asmo adds scented oils and skin-softening potions to. No matter how long you bathe together, the water remains clean and warm (there's a handy spell for that).

Asmo loves the intimacy of pampering you and having you do the same for him. It's almost magical, the way he massages you with slow, rhythmic strokes as he washes you with beauty products he personally selects. He considers your preferences above his own so that everything he brings into the bath is scented with your favourite fragrant notes. If you share his bed that night, he can smell you on his pillow and sheets long after you've parted ways.

Naturally, once he's spent his time spoiling you with his tender touches and whispered affection, he's desperate to have your hands on him next.

Bathing doesn't always have to lead to more than soft, teasing touches. He's not against the idea - it wouldn't be the first time his fingers teased between your legs while he nuzzled the back of your neck and nipped at your ear - but this sort of comfort is like divinity to him. It's a sort of worship he offers you that he's offered no one else before, and no matter how much the outside world demands your attention (or his), this is one rare opportunity where you can truly be alone together.

BEELZEBUB

Beel's shower routine is fairly simple. 1. Shower after Fangol practice or games. 2. Shower after eating at a buffet-style restaurant. 3. Shower before bed if nothing else applies.

Of course, Beel learns that there's a certain charm to showering with you too. He used to complain the communal shower he shares with his siblings is a bit too cramped for his liking, and with you it's even worse, but that's simply a convenient excuse to press himself against you while he hardens against your back, or he cages you against the wall while his arms block everything else from view.

(The open showers in the locker room at the Fangol pitch are fun in their own way when post-victory showers with Beel turn frisky from giddy excitement and too much adrenaline to burn.)

Showering is simply a part of his routine, but like most things he does, Beel thinks they're more enjoyable when he can entice you to join him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie's not necessarily lazy - he just prefers to spend his time and energy doing things that are important to him. It's not his fault if that very short list can be summarized as sleeping and spending time with you.

Sleeping is most comfortable when he's clean from the day's sweat and smells - the last thing he wants to do is ruin the attic's cozy little nest by crawling into bed smelling like anyone else but him and you. That means if he's going to shower before bed, he's dragging you with him if you haven't had one already.

Belphie might not be lazy, but that doesn't mean he won't use every trick in the book to convince you to touch him and pamper him as much as possible. He whines that he's too sleepy to fiddle with all the buttons of his RAD blazer, and he smirks like a satisfied cat while you huff at his ridiculousness and help undress him anyway.

(He knows you indulge him because you like it too - did you think he wouldn't notice the way your eyes roam his bare chest or the way your fingers twitch excitedly when you reach for his belt?)

Shower or bath sex is a bit messy and not as relaxing as he would like - the tiles are hard and cool against your back, it's hard to prep you properly in the tub as water sloshes against the sides and spills over the floor. It's inconvenient and not the sexiest experience in his opinion.

However. The shower is an excellent place to tease you with an innocent pout on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lips trail lazily along whatever bare, wet skin they can reach while greedy fingers prepare you for something bigger once you're finally in bed together, moving together lazily in the sheets and putting off cleaning the mess until morning.

(And even if Belphie gets a little carried away in the shower as he stretches you with his fingers or his mouth, or possibly his cock if he's that riled up, the clean-up has never been easier.)

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[motorsportbarbie13]

What's A Soulmate? Part 4

In which you finally come back home.

Warnings: alcohol use. angst. Pairing: Lando Norris X SainzSister!Reader Word count: 1.9k plus social media posts

- What's A Soulmate? - Part 1 - What's A Soulmate? - Part 2 - What's A Soulmate? - Part 2.5 - What's a Soulmate - Part 3 - Master List

LittlestSainzSis honey, i'm home. user433 isn't it weird she's working for McLaren and not Ferrari??? >>>user3928 nope! hope this helps! user2918 press officer job right out of school? must be nice being a nepo baby >>>user328 she literally worked for Carlos and Lando for two years before going to uni at NYU??? And she has a double degree in PR and business??? >>>usesr322 just say you're jealous next time, it'll be quicker. McLaren So glad to have you back in the paddock!!

LittlestSainzSis fast cars go vroom OscarPiastri so you're who Zak was yelling at to get behind the barrier over the radio??? >>>LittlestSainzSis oops!

LittlestSainzSis that feeling when you wake up and realize it's race day!! user3928: face card never declines user298: blah blah, proper name, place name, back story stuff LandoNorris: don't let that cute face fool you, she was yelling at Oscar and I ten seconds after I took this. >>>LittlestSainzSis neither of you were listening!!! God, this is 2019 all over again, isn't it? >>>user992 ariana what are you doing hereeeeee??? >>>user9383 seriously the first time Lando's in the comments in literal years. tf??? >>>user938 so we're all just going to ignore him calling her cute??? okay???

LittlestSainzSis the boys are ready for race day!!! McLaren best press officer award goes to you bby! >>>user382 admin is unhinged today, I see user0392 i just love seeing Lando back on her feed. >>>user3938 seriously. i feel like mom and dad are back together again. >>>user3844 i'm so glad i don't have to be a child of divorce anymore.

LittlestSainzSis caught someone being a grumpy gills today during the presser. LandoNorris i was probably hungry >>>LittlestSainzSis i think oscar had just told you he was getting sushi with Lily tonight and you got all pouty >>>user948 not her selling out Lando in the comments user938 Chaos Gremlins back to terrorizing paddock! war is over!

Miami May 2024

“Fifteen times Lando Norris has stood on the podium, but never on the top step, until now! It’s a landmark day for Lando! Lando Norris wins for the first time in Formula One! It’s victory in Miami for Norris and McLaren! The British drivers dream is realized and at the 110th attempt, he’s done it! He’s won it! Look what it means to Zak Brown! At long last, Lando is your winner!” 

Tears stream down your face as you listen to Alex Jacques call the end of the race in your headphones, his voice filled with glee and excitement that matches the feeling in the McLaren garage. After yesterday’s DNF for Lando, it had been pretty doom and gloom on his side of the garage. 

Your heart had ached when you caught sight of him that afternoon, sitting in the glass enclosed conference room that the team used to go over race data. He had been all alone, spinning aimlessly in one of the chairs, face drawn and shuttered. You had wanted to go to him then but hadn’t worked up the courage. 

Things were still…delicate between the two of you. After that first night in Australia, Lando had kept his promise to win your friendship back. You more often than not found your morning coffee order sitting at your desk waiting for you during the week with a silly note written hastily on a posit in his chicken scratch writing that only you seemed to be able to decipher. 

A few treats and free coffee weren’t going to be enough to bring back that casual intimacy that you and Lando had though, you both knew that. The walls you had built up so high around your heart designed specifically for the British driver were still solidly in place and you refused to go running back into his arms so easily. 

And then, Miami happens.

The hot sticky humidity clings to your skin as you watch Lando climb out of the car behind the black and white number 1 sign, the first time he’s been able to park his Formula 1 car right in the middle of parc fermi. You’re not entirely sure where the humidity of Florida ends and the tears still falling from your eyes begins, you’re such a mess. 

If you were to think too hard about it, the fact that you were a complete puddle of jumbled up emotion would surely scare you a little. Those walls, they couldn’t be crumbling now, could they? They couldn’t be slowly tumbling down, allowing for the while possibility of allowing Lando back into your life like he had been before? 

You don’t have time to get too lost in those dangerous kinds of thoughts though because soon after he hops off the car, he’s running straight over to the garage crew and leaping into their waiting arms. He’s waited for so long for this, so many poor performances, so many mistakes and problems with the car had sent him spiraling for so many years. There had been too many nights you had spent with him when he was barely more than a teenager, sat on the floor lamenting about how shit his car was, how shit his driving was, and if he was destined to be one of those midfield drivers that never won anything in their career. 

All of those doubts are erased now and your tears are falling again as the weight of what he’s done settles over the paddock. His engineers and mechanics eventually place him back down on the ground and he’s hugging Zak next, the CEO of McLaren more of a father figure to him by now. Will gets a hug too, his engineer since he joined the team five years ago. 

And then, icy blue green eyes snag yours and everything else falls away in a muted hush. He’s smiling at you, that megawatt grin making his eyes crinkle up at the corners. It’s one of those genuine Lando smiles that you haven’t been on the receiving end of for far too long. Your heart stutters to a stop when you realize you’re his next target. What is he doing? You think frantically, mortified that you’re about to be the center of attention if he does what you think he’s going to do. 

And he does. He throws his arms around your shoulders and buries his head deep into the crook of your neck, a move that has camera shutters clicking furiously all around you. You, of course, instantly find your arms wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him to you despite the metal barrier between you. 

“You’re here.” He sounds surprised that you’d miss this moment. 

“Of course I am. My best friend just won his first Grand Prix.” You whisper into his ear as the crowd continues to grow louder. 

Lando pulls back then, tears shining in his eyes. The weight of your words settle on his shoulders and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look at you the way he is now. He tucks a strand of hair that’s fallen out of your pony tail behind your ear, looking at you like you’ve hung both the moon and the stars in the sky just for him. “I’m so glad you got to be here for this, pretty girl.” 

God, that nickname. It’s the first time you’ve heard it in years and it does significant damage to those carefully constructed walls. 

You smile up at Lando, a little bashful that everyone is watching you two talk so closely together. He returns the smile before turning around to answer a question from one of the officials. He needs to take care of post race inspections, which he does but not before turning back and tossing a wink at you over his shoulder. 

LittleSainzSis It has been a pleasure and privlidge watching you grow over all these years. Life may have taken us in different directions over the last few years but when I say there is no place I would have rather been this afternoon, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Your friendship means the entire world to me, Mr. Norris. I'm so proud of you. One win down, so many more to go. LandoNorris so glad you got to be there today, pretty girl xo >>>user948 WE GOT A PRETTY GIRL COMMENT. >>>user0383 i can die happy now user0832 i'm sorry but guys, she literally just friendzoned him so hard in that caption. >>>user9383 yeah, poor lando

LittlestSainzSis You're going to smell like champagne for weeks LandoNorris worth it user948 EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THAT FACE. explain yourself lando norris. user928 did we mean to post this on main ma'am??? user9482 @/littlestsainzsis giving us what we all crave: lando thirst traps. >>>littlestsainzsis don't say i never give you guys anything ever again ;) >>>user9482 omg hi queen

LittlestSainzSis find yourself a man that looks at you like Lan looks at that trophy user0382 LANNNN??? >>>user9484 I am unwell CarlosSainz He's sleeping with it tonight, isn't he? >>>LandoNorris who told you that??? user9383 i feel like i'm interrupting something here... user0309 this picture is...a choice...

The music of the Miami night club pulses through your body as you sink deeper and deeper into the VIP booth later that night. Lando hadn’t given you any room for arguments after all the media duties were done. You were coming out with him and the rest of the team to celebrate. You had barely tried to refuse, not giving him much of a fight because you secretly wanted nothing more. 

Now you sat in the leather booth situated high up in the dark Miami Beach night club that had invited Lando out the moment he had crossed the finish line earlier in the day. There were what felt like thousands of people, most of them were there to celebrate with Lando, hoping to get a glimpse of the driver. 

Alcohol burns at the back of your throat, blurring your vision nicely as you wait for Lando to return from the bar. You had insisted that he wasn’t the one who should be making drink runs tonight but he had insisted on getting you another one and hadn’t taken no for an answer. Carlos is sat next to you, nursing a drink while talking to Charles on his other side.

A small glass is set down in front of you, drawing your attention away from the DJ booth, where you had been starting. 

“Vodka sprite for my pretty girl.” Lando murmurs in your ear, the words sending a cool shiver up your spine.  

You desperately tamp down the way that being called his makes you feel. You cannot be going down that road. Not now when the friendship between the two of you is so fragile. You knew what it was like to lose him in your life and you weren’t sure if you were willing to risk losing him again. 

The same worries you had back before it all went sideways worm their way back into your consciousness. He was too important to you, too integrated into your soul that when he disappeared, it left you broken in a million pieces. You couldn’t risk that again. This had to be strictly platonic between you if it was going to work. You couldn’t afford to lose your best friend again. Those walls around your heart needed to be reinforced and brought back into working order because there was no way you could let this happen. 

“Dance with me?” The question is a husky one, whispered in your ear so no one else is privy to it. 

You know it’s dangerous. You should say no. But the vodka already in your system convinces you that it’s fine. It’s just Lando. So against your what your sober self would consider the best judgement, you feel yourself nodding, allowing Lando to tangle his fingers with yours and pull you out onto the dance floor. 

If you had been paying better attention, you would have seen the looks Carlos and Charles exchanged behind your back. They were well aware of the frosty relationship that Lando and you had over the last few years and this was a development no one had seen coming but everyone had been hoping for all the same. 

The EDM beats are strong and sensual as Lando leads you out onto the floor, hand firmly gripping yours. He finds an open spot and pulls you towards him, the heat of his body radiating off of him in waves. His hands land on your hips, fingertips gripping at your skirt a little harder than really necessary. You shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want his hands on your hips, his breath mingling with yours, his curls so dangerously close that you could easily rake your fingers through them. You shouldn’t and you can’t because he’s left you before and he could do it all over again. He’s abandoned you and didn’t come back and every sane thought in your body is screaming at you that this man is dangerous. He is dangerous to your heart and your head is thrashing around so loudly but it’s drowned out by the music. 

You simply can’t fight it when he pulls you impossibly closer, hands sliding from your hips lower, lower, lower until it’s almost indecent. The alcohol blurs the edges of your usually sharp judgement and it’s not helped by the fact that this man seems to have cast a spell over you. You can’t want this. Can’t love how the weight of his hands feel on your skin. Can’t adore how his lips tick up at the edges when he sees you walk into the garage during a race weekend. 

This is Lando after all. Your best friend. Your best friend who abandoned you once and had only barely just come back begging for forgiveness. You can’t allow him to knock down those walls so quickly, can you? 

His lips flutter over the damp skin at your temple, dusting the slightest kiss there, almost as if it’s a test. A test to see if you push him away or allow him in. 

A test that you fail. 

Because the moment his lips touch your skin, it feels like a bucked of ice water has been splashed over your head and you realize what the fuck you’re doing. Its too hot. Too close. Too much and you simply can’t have him touching you anymore. No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. Panic races through you as you stumble back out of his arms, logic finally winning out over your own heart’s stupidity. 

The delicate balance you had struck with him shatters in an instant because you both knew there was supposed to be more between you but you’re desperately scared and Lando is so wretchedly full of regret he can’t stand it. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to choke out before fleeing. 

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[vampiretendencies]

wonder how i got by this week, i only touched you once

authors note; hi! this is my first but also not really my first jj piece. i had an old account here but i deleted it over a year ago, however my love for obx has not changed which explains why i am back lols. i am just testing the waters again here, and letting my thoughts go. i also proofread but sometimes not well enough so you may come across an error or two. gif and divider creds to owner. & feel free to send asks, guidelines for those are coming soon.

warnings; fluff, very clingy!jj, & language

summary; if jj could sow his skin to yours, he would.

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

an imprint.

you were sure that was all that was going to be left of you on that twin mattress. not that you were deemed in your last moments of life or anything, but because your boyfriend’s grasp on you in his sleep is not suitable for the weak. it should be described as something resembling a death grip. body tinging with restlessness & the mere moments of having laid here wide away for the past two hours. jj’s body heat radiating onto you at a battle with the sun, that is currently piercing through jj’s bedroom window at the chateau. who knew delirium would gather as quickly as it did, every time you peered toward the bathroom you swore it got three feet farther. hair plastered to the sides of your face, you huffed out of frustration.

jj was damn near on top of you. legs wrapped miraculously around yours, twisting and tangling themselves together. his black boxers riding low, as his waste lovingly crushed yours. the sleep weight of him, was like jj plus two. not to be dramatic but you were gasping for air at one point. his top half, guided by his bottom half. skin sticking to skin, whilst you glistened with sweat, jj somehow still had features like that of angel. well, pardoning the snoring. the abs of his stomach glided against your ribs, hanging onto you as if you’d be gone with one goodbye. the tips of his disheveled blonde locks tickled your temple. mouth slack open, roaring desperately into your ear.

what anyone would be thinking right now is, why not just fucking get up ?

two issues with that. the stickiness of your skin unattaching itself from his was sure to wake him up. anytime you made something even resembling a movement he found a way to force you close into him. and he would never let your hear the end of it, he’d make certain to whine and complain all day about “how you wouldn’t love him back” or some shit like that. he’s definitely more dramatic than you, however this was not cuddling. this was a bear hugging a tree and you were his tree to mangle and rip apart whenever he saw fit.

the other issue being, jj’s room has miscellaneous trash littering the entirety of it. in an instant, if your leg were to loom over the side of jj’s bed the crackling of a beer can or a water bottle was going to crush beneath your foot.

“fuck me,” you silently cursed yourself.

nearly approaching three pm, is what jj’s alarm clock read. you still to this day wonder why such an unproductive, procrastinating type person has the need for one, but that’s just jj.

you’d decided you couldn’t bear taking it anymore, combination of hot breath shelling your ear mixed with the stench of muggy air. you craved a shower, brushing your teeth, to piss for Christ’s sake, and your personalized skin care routine if you could muster up enough time to do so …

wriggling a tad, you pulled back the limp limb that is his arm which has been thrown over your neck for best part of his slumber. jj being a light sleeper, it was stupid of you to even attempt. within milliseconds his arm is thrown over your collar bone, whisping you into him once again. out of instinct a minuscule peck was placed to your ear lobe, his breaths interrupted by your movement. a faint grumble between his lips, signaling for you to keep your ass still.

but, you simply could not. you were going to get up, and you refused to feel horrid for it because jj has had well over his ‘must have’ eight hours of sleep.

“j,” you gulped. contemplating today’s reaction of the constant battle, you blink slowly awaiting his response.

a hm escaped jj’s lips, barely awake but staying awake because his girl never deserved to be ignored.

“let me up,” on the brink of a demand, his eyes opened fully at that, furrowing eyebrows out of frustration.

jj wanted you to save him until the both of you were buried alive. he hungered to be inside of your skin. the true depth of being his girlfriend, you already acknowledged those things. there’s no showering alone, there’s no eating alone, no going to the bathroom alone, you don’t remember the last time you did your own makeup alone. he knew that if he was going to be with someone it could not be just anyone, the dynamic had to work. he was aware of his neediness and constant clinging, you were as well, before you even begun dating you had the willingness to admit you always had a soft spot for jj. you weren’t sure if it was the empath in you and the sheerness of being a human being. he’d been abandoned and abused since he was young, you wouldn’t be the one to return the favor.

the both of you just work.

it makes sense that the passion and the ethereal ache for want has never left, loves you just the same as the day he met you in eighth grade.

bringing him to his now decision as to wether or not he wanted to actually let you up or to fuck with you.

“stay with me.”

he uttered; partially truthful, partially not. he despised the feeling of the empty bed settling in if you were to get up, though he’d known you were due for a piss right about now.

“i have to get up, m’all sweaty and you aren’t helping.”

your explanation was understandable, but he still wasn’t having it. an eternity encompassed in your affections was a dream, and living in that dream he would presume possible for as long as you’d allow him.

“suffer a few more minutes.”

“j, i’m serious.”

he edged a tight lipped smile, noticing the eye roll and glistening beauty of your forehead. eyes inspecting you as though it was the first time. your sports bra adorned just how he’d liked, chest rising and falling faster then usual, appearing as if you’d ran a mile and then some. something so sweet about the scent of your skin, he’d breathe in continuously saturating his senses in the symphony that is you.

“what’s a man gotta do for few more minutes hm?”

he’s atop you now, hands at either side of your head. towering over to make eye contact— a sign that you yearned for him as he did you.

staring up at him, a yes is on the tip of your tongue but you’ve sacrificed enough of your day dedicated to cuddling jj. shuffling his weight onto one hand his thumb dusted past your chin and to your cheek bone, trying to lull you back in all at once. tilting your head in a swift movement, he lowers himself itching to press your unearthly soft lips with his. you did not oblige, smashing a hand to his lips.

“you’re not getting a kiss.”

“then you aren’t getting up,” he chimed. “as easy as that, baby.”

“jj! i am hot, and i smell like ass, if you don’t let me up don’t expect a kiss at all.”

you bargained, unable to win this fight you’d be giving in within minutes.

“well, i for one, like hot ass .. your hot ass in particular.”

your throat ran dry, willing to just do it out of desperation for a shower. the feathered blonde of his hair wavered as his head turned about, with the click of his tongue murmuring a muffled tick tock against the back of your hand.

“one fucking kiss jj.”

you’d agreed, hand faintly falling backward as you embraced him. your lips pucker for a slight peck but jj had far more in mind. the peck tainted his lips, the peck was for hurries only. jj ruled this as a no hurry situation though to you it was past a hurry. when you pull away from the peck, jj writhes his hand around your neck gently. wrestling his pair of lips with yours, teeth pulling at your lip for entrance, and you didn’t find yourself pulling away. two tongues swiveling and swirling just the way jj liked. God, he just could not get enough of the way your tongue molded with his. besotted that they fit together just right.

you break the trance, not allowing jj to reel you back in again.

“gotta brush my teeth now, j.”

your voice somewhat pleaded, a small boyish pout forming. groaning and all the extras accompanying jj maybank.

“okay okay, i’ll give you a few.”

rolling off of you, he gave way for you to do all that you pleased. you grinned his way as he sent a toothy one back. you felt free, as you did all the times before you had to force jj off of you. you could move and you did so at a rapid pace, before the whining begun. kicking beer cans out of the way you seemed to take your first step to the bathroom but that is until the palm of jj’s hand collides with the bottom of your ass.

“hurry up, you sexy motherfucker!”

your cheeks tainted red at his outburst, all of the cut could’ve heard it. but you laugh with ease, at your attention seeking boyfriend.

“won’t be long okay?”

you offer him a hug, a show of infatuation; before you were officially off to the bathroom, with intentions of closing the door. he encapsulates you, swallowing you whole with his arms. he peppered multiple kisses to your forehead.

“don’t shower without me, pretty girl.”

[rrazon]

"What does my prince want?"

Will Cipher x Reader SMUT STORYYYYYY🌶🌶

Both are in a established relationship and are adults, both are shy in their on way and most important, both are in love.

🌶

Notes:

Will Cipher is in his human form.

In this AU, he was a slave of the Dipper siblings, but YN freed him and kind of ruin the plans these evil monsters executed in Gravity Falls. So in the process of this war they fall in love, and after finding some peace, Will with the love of his life, YN, have been working on a Coffee Shop of their own, while also trying to live the life they both want.

So one night Will shows an interest on a fancy restaurant that he wants to visit for a date, but Will is not human after all so he tends to suffer of heat suddenly, a nature of wanting to breed and have kids in his species✌️🖤

A hairgel.

He didn't like to use much of it, because of the stickiness.

So he came out of the bathroom, kind of bothered after fixing his hair, that was causing him problems so much now that it was already long; the length that he could no longer manage, and he had to use more gel than usual.

He entered the room, that you both shared together comfortably after all the mess that the evil siblings made him pass months ago in town, and with the bottle of gel in his hand, he stood stiffly looking at you.

Some part in his soul knew...

"But you didn't show me the dress..." He said surprised watching you get out of the dresser.

"I think it's fine, really..." You said unsure. "I have tried a lot of these today, don't worry" You motioned your hand.

He doesn't know much about girls, but not showing him the dress you were buying was weird. But maybe you were tired, both of you were, actually running a coffee shop is not that easy as everyone say.

"By the way, we have to get dinner, I know you're hungry" You said palming his chest softly and kissing him on the cheek before going to the cashier.

Know he knows... that thing you bought with a pout last week, was gonna be a madness.

Dark blue dress with sparkles clung like a glove to your waist.

Loosening slightly on your legs, almost dancing around them and caressing their softness, starting to tease that part of his brain...

Too naughty.

Making him think bad things... things that good boys don't do... Things like imagining those legs on his shoulders.

So beautiful. So pretty. So innocent, you didn't even know how good you looked on your cute rounded ass putting your heels on.

Plus, the revealing breast cut made enough effort to show off your boobies.

The ones he bitterly cried on at the end of the day when you were comforting him after someone yelled at him for messing up an order, the ones he likes to sleep on when he's tired just before dinner, the ones he likes to play mindlessly with when he's on his phone playing a one hand-game with a frown because he's losing, the ones he likes pressed on his chest hugging and kissing you after putting a bikini on... the ones he loves to suck and stick his tongue at... the ones he watches bounce when your whimpering on top of him... the ones you put around his dick while you...

"Mm... I don't know... but I think I'm done?"

You say, finishing arranging your heels in the same blue as the dress and the thin bows that reached to the calf accentuating your little feet like a fairy.

You turned in front of the mirror to see if the heels still matched the dress, checking the front... checking the back... And after twirling like a ballerina, by the face you made, he knew you weren't satisfied with the look so you got closer to the mirror.

"Haa.."

He murmured just to fill the silence. You didn't hear him and checked your eyebrows.

"My love, are you ready mmh?"

You asked softly with a puff after the effort of putting on your heels, making Will wake up from his trance remembering that he still had the bottle of gel in his hand.

"Haa..." He exclaimed surprised looking at the gel.

"Oh yeah heh..." He laughed looking at you briefly then to the dresser.

You just smiled to him and returned to the mirror.

He took a step to put the gel on the dresser, that always had more of your products than his, endearing of you...

But you moved in the corner of his eye, and he stopped his track slowly again.

You were now touching the thin chain straps on your shoulders with that precious "french" manicure ( as you liked to say) that you did yesterday.

And with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

You were thinking that this dress was decent enough for your so planned date, at that restaurant that Will wanted to try after seeing that many well dressed couples came to enjoy themselves quietly and sit on the roof to talk while having a drink.

"Umm..." He murmured in the same spot, trying to say something, grabbing the bottle stronger and wondering what you were thinking.

And actually, you were thinking that you had planned a more 90s style but with those little chains and the makeup you had already put on, you really didn't know if THAT was what you really wanted to wear.

But anyways... you were having a date with your beautiful boyfriend in a fancy restaurant that you were able to afford and that was enough.

So you put on your blueberry flavored lipgloss.

"What did you say baby?" You asked getting the remaining lipgloss out of your lips, and moving your hair back to its place to look at your man.

He was in awe.

"Uh..." He said with mouth almost wide open.

Then he came to his senses with a smile and rolling eyes.

"Stop giving it a thought, you look so pretty..." Smiling and shaking his head.

"Listen..." He laughed quietly.

Finally lifting his hand from the bottle, he pointed jokingly with that boyish voice you loved.

"I almost dissolve seeing you after coming through the door... And I imagine you are making a whole comparison pic with the mirror!"

"Hahaa stopp-" You wheezed.

He laughed a little with you. Then he put his hand on the bottle again, and his smile faded. A more "serious" expression on his face.

"But you look so pretty, angel..." He finished quietly.

Always shy, but he always said what his heart meant.

"Mmph.." You smiled and blushed, feeling your body warming to his beaitiful thoughts.

"Thank you..." You said with a smile and now shy but jokingly fluttering your eyelashes looking away briefly making him laugh.

Then you smiled bigger, setting your eyes on him. Now focusing.

"But what are talking about? YOU, you look so handsome" You squeaked after seeing the elegant outfit and hair style your boyfriend had prepared while you were getting dressed.

So you walk to him and changed your excited expression to a more mischievous one in a joking way.

"Who is this man?" You said taking a step.

"What is this precious angel doing in my home?" You continued looking at him with a bigger smile.

He was already smiling from the first comment, but to this, he first blushed and laughed.

"Stop, I don't," he said, rolling his eyes and smiling, then he looked down and realized that the gel was still in his hands.

"yes you are..." You say now more quietly and near him, getting to look at the way his shirt was fitted in his body too perfectly.

He hurriedly walked the short distance to the table and left the gel in its respective place.

Meanwhile, your hand started to caress his forearms.

And after forgetting about the existence of the gel.

He slowly grabbed your waist with one arm while the other reached for a cloth to remove the gel residue that the cap had left on his fingers.

"Hum, so are you readyy?" You sang, now caressing the fabric on his shoulders and raising your hands to his neck.

Stopping your fingers on his ears and chin.

Appreciating with your eyes the absolute appearance of your boyfriend.

Long eyelashes that you envied.

Lips making a small pout.

Thick eyebrows.

Marked jaw but with puffy cheeks that you always liked to kiss and hold.

Finally the hairstyle that put so much effort into it, even so, a few small rebellious hairs came out on his forehead.

"Um, yeah..." He said after putting the wet wipe somewhere on the table, while you kissed his cheek as you did every time he got ready.

He smiled. Showing his bright teeth.

The smile that he tried to hide when he first met you.

This always seemed funny to him.

But you kissed him for thay tiny detail. To watch him blush and smile.

He didn't know the reason, but he knew that part of you very well in his routine.

Whenever he finished changing his clothes or getting ready.

You would approach his hair carefully and kiss him on the cheek, even if he was far away you would take his jaw and kiss him to tell him to be careful in a joking way.

Because you said he looked so handsome.

He smelled really good.

And many girls would want to take him from you where no one knows, while he was laughing at that.

All of this you liked to say, while you caressed or hugged his shoulders and pressed your body towards his. 

"So do I look good?" He asked innocently, looking into your makeup eyes as he caressed your back with that tension of his hand and strong fingers that you like and miss when you are alone.

His eyes strayed to your lips, which he soon wanted to kiss.

"Of course" you said smiling and caressing his cheek.

"As always..." you approached him to give him a small kiss on the lips, a blueberry flavored one.

" You look THAT good" you said and both laughed softly.

"Stop too much teasing" He said playfully and gently pushing your arms away with his hands.

In fact, for him it was being so much that his member was making an appearance in his pants. And the least he wanted was to ruin them before the date.

So he separated you a little from him.

While you hadn't realized the effect you had on this man. Because you were also thinking about eating your elegantly wrapped hottie. You would give your life for him it was proved.

But the meal you had prepared for 2 weeks, and obviously you didn't want to miss the much planned dinner with you two being busy on weekdays.

"Baby..." You asked with a flashy smile. "and what time did you make the reservation?" hoping very deeply that you would have time to do something evil.

"At 7:30 pm," he said looking for the keys he had left on the nightstand after closing the cafe late the day before.

"Humm... ok" you said smiling going to look for your blue purse that already had your things inside.

While he looked at you after having picked up the car keys, fidgeting with them in his hands trying to ignore your perfectly shaped back that the dress showed so freely.

"I'm ready" you said putting the purse on your shoulder and fixing a lock of your hair.

"Then let's go, princess..." he said meeting your eyes with an excited smile, but in reality he didn't want to go out yet.

His body too hot for his own heart.

Fire igniting in his hands and eyes. His breath trying not to release a whimper.

Wanted to enjoy your outfit that you had worked so hard to look good because you were going out with him.

Your makeup although your face was already beautiful without that. Your legs that your dress rubbed mockingly at him. Your heels that in the same way mockrd him on how fast both of you were going towards the door. And finally your lips, that damn shining gloss smiling at him with lust.

You looked so pretty and he didn't want to turn back to look at you.

cuz he knows he's too weak for many things and you are on the top of that list.

You are that list.

"Oh wait." You said stopping suddenly, out of your own trance too.

You were thinking of taking his hand. Just before going out of your house and telling him with a huff innocently how you wanted him right now.

But you remembered one detail.

"I have to check the kitchen" you said running to check if everything was turned off because earlier you cooked.

One time Will let the fire on and almost burn the kitchen, because he was boiling water for a noodle soup and you got in the shower after a lazy afternoon, so he tried to follow your directions on boiling the water but too distracted on watching the tv that he forgot the stove.

But right now, there is another fire spreading in Will.

Your scent, the smell of your delicious perfume, is making his chest so heavy.

The thought of taking your dress off making his member a furnace. His breath like a dragon. And his hands so twitchy.

Will turned around, and wait for you.

You had this man on a chokehold with your abscence.

Wanting nothing more than get close to you, make you sit in his lap while you tell him how good he feels...

Thinking about clothed sex, he doesn't wanna ruin the outfits, but he knows that's not an option either.

As soon as your little steps were heard his heart accelerated.

And as you approached he gave a second look. To the way your whole existence looked in that dress.

He was decided.

He checked the watch. It was 5:30pm.

"OK baby let's go" you said softly while the perfume you put on went stronger to his nostrils, that was it.

He placed a hand on your bare shoulder gently to apply strength.

And pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you, as your soft chest and his pressed against each other.

He was never rough, he has always remained gentle, in fact, both of you have been.

But Will had difficulties controlling his heat when it always came that hard.

And the idea of making you mewl in or out of that dress was a mission for him now.

As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, he couldn't resist the urge any longer.

"Will... Do you- mph-" You tried to say caressing his chest.

But with a sudden burst of passion, he pressed his lips against yours, tasting the sweet blueberry flavor of your lip gloss again.

"My baby, I'm feeling..." His hands roamed eagerly over your body making the dress fold with every motion of him.

While he kissed you, leaving your back.

"... so hot..." tracing the curves of your waist.

".. right..." and sculpting your hips through the soft fabric of your dress.

"... now... mmph" He said opening your mouth with his, and sticking his tongue to touch your bottom lip.

As you felt his arms enveloping you, a shiver ran down your spine, igniting a fiery desire within you.

You tried to play strong, but yeah you weren't immune to Will's charming nature.

His touch, always gentle, now held a hint of urgency, a longing to possess you completely playing with your hips trying to get closer as if it was possible.

"But love..." you said separating a little.

Maybe THAT season was starting.

With your bodies pressed against each other, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, matching the intensity of your own desire.

"Will..." you whispered his name "Baby, ..." your voice excited with need as you tilted your head back, exposing the curve of your neck to his hungry gaze. "the dinner..." His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing hot kisses along its length, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Mphh... my lovee"

"Princess..." he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire as he nipped and sucked at your neck, marking you as his own. "Mmph babyy..." you said melting, your hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your touch, driving you wild with desire.

"There's time..." He said, while his lips moved hungrily against one soft spot in your clavicle, exploring every inch as if it were the first time.

Those hotties were looking like marshmallows so soft so he palmed your breasts through the dress while his tongue was still on your body. "My love..." you said, touching his face and with hazy eyes from all the lust you felt. "My love, let's go to the bedroom" you said bringing his lips to yours.

With a swift movement, he lifted you up without separaring your sweet mouth to his, carrying you effortlessly towards the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, craving the feel of his body against yours.

"My precious princess..." He moaned, as he laid you down on the bed. "The way you look so good..." he whined. His hands began to explore every inch of your body, worshipping you like a goddess. "This dress..." He laughed sweetly looking into your eyes. "You didn't want to buy it"

Both were so lost in lust. "Baby... hehee" You laughed with him and kissed him. "So, I guess you liked it"

"Mmph... more than that" He said, his cock straining in his pants. "Princess..." He said taking your fragile hand to his cock.

"What do you want baby mmph?" You said kissing and licking his cheek. He sat down and he pushed you to him. "What does my baby want mmph?" You said getting closer to him straddling his lap.

"Princess..." He felt the bedroom too hot, as he always does when you are looking at him like that.

Everything was hot, his body and yours, the air, the bed... "Please..." he said

That was it for you. You open his pants, take them off, you kissed him and trail a lot of kisses to his neck and stomach after opening his shirt, cuz you knew Will liked when you were all made up like that, because deep inside he thought pretty girls like you would never be bobbing your head like that for him but there you were doing exactly that and moaning.

"Oww angel..." Your pussy was throbbing when this man moaned that sweet. "Ah... please more" His breath shivering. Your tongue teasing and exploring every inch of his dripping cock. His moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as you almost brought him to his peak.

"Angel..." he mewl watching you through hazy eyes, the way you kept bobbing your head and moaning

"Will..." you said taking his cock out of your mouth and licking from the bottom of his dick to the top, the take it again with a reverbating moan.

"Baby..." he said through his teeth. Your mouth feels so good with the way you are on your knees and moaning for him like his some sort of a divine lollipop. "You know..." You took all his cock to the back of your throat while touching his balls "ahhmphh..."

"What?..." You said looking innocently through your lashes. "What does my prince want?" You try to articulate while you take the massive and giant lollipop your sweet boyfriend has in your pretty lips.

He almost came again.

So he pushed you off his cock slowly and sweetly, trying not to come in your pretty face, and with the left force "I almost came..." he brought you to his lips. "Baby? Mmph.... " He whined, giving you another kiss. "U taste so good mphh..." He kissed you and you both moaned. "You smell so good..." He said reaching for your hand in the most delicate way to get you closer to him and for you to sit on his lap again. "You are so good... to me..." He whined and you moaned loudly at the idea of you being too good for him after saving him from those horrible people.

"No, you are" You closed your arms behind his head bringing him impossibly closer while your mouths were dancing and biting each bottom lips.

Then he exhaled and he smiled, feeling your heat caressing his member as you got closer. "We both are..." Murmured separating himself from you to kiss your jaw, neck and clavicle.

And while you were panting, his lips trailed down your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the swell of your breasts, before putting some of the fabric of the dress aside and capturing one of your nipples between his lips, sucking and teasing until you moaned with pleasure.

"Owww baby..." you said while hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he worshipped your body with his mouth, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your sensitive flesh.

The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you as you arched your back, offering yourself to him.

But the dress was still on.

So he started to take it off from the bottom of your body to the top, while you positioned yourself on his lap again.

"Wait princess..." He lifted you off from the hips while you hug his shoulders obediently, so he can lay you down and take your panties.

But he always made it slow like admiring a statue or a paint, fascinated by the shape of your hips and the softness of your waist.

"Babyyy... mmph" You moaned desperately, taking his hand to your panties to take them off. He laughed and kissed you taking your hands to lift them up away from what he was doing.

"Yn we were going to eat something" He said mocking you jockingly while taking your very wet panties off of you with kisses in your stomach while you mewl.

"But I'm gonna eat u instead angel..."

With a growl of hunger, he moved lower, trailing butteeflies down your stomach and baring you to his hungry gaze. You mewl wildly as his lips found the apex of your thighs, his tongue flicking out to taste your arousal.

"Will..." you moaned his name, your voice trembling with need as he buried his face between your legs, devouring you with a hunger that left you breathless.

"My love..." You clutched at the sheets, your body writhing with pleasure as he worked his magic, his tongue slipped through your wet fold while his hands stabilized your hips to his mouth.

"Beautiful baby..." You said exposing yourself more to Will.

"I know..." He said after giving it a lick and just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he stripped off his clothes, revealing his throbbing length.

With a groan of anticipation, he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours as he slowly, agonizingly, pushed inside.

"You're mine only mine..." He said taking your hips gently but possesive. Only you know how Will can be such a needy man when he looks too innocent.

The sensation was overwhelming, filling you completely as he began to move...

"Only yours..." "Oh baby..." "My Will..." "My sweet boyfriend..." You said with each thrust driving you higher and higher towards the edge of oblivion. While he prays "Yn..." "My love..." "So good... so good..."

You clung to him desperately, it was hot really hot and lost in a haze of pleasure he drove you both towards climax.

You both felt that good on each other, you felt too tight and he felt too enormous, and in the middle of everything you were making a lot of noise and juices. With a cry of a release, you shattered, your body convulsing around him as he followed you over the edge, his own release crashing over him in waves of ecstasy. He felt on you, and for a minute, together, you lay tangled in each other's arms, breathless and sated.

Then you laughed, and he turned his head to you with a smile.

"What time is it?" You asked caressing his hair now all messed up.

He laughed. "I think we can still go there..." He said giving you a kiss. "Right?"

"Yeah I think so..." You said smiling to him, but pouting after feeling the sweat on your face. "After washing ourselves..." You said panting still, now your lungs recovering from the workout

"Very quickly..." He said with a mischievous smile, grabbing his hair, throwing the little rebellious strands out of his face and panting a little recovering too.

"Yes baby" You said with a big grin.

Now you both know why the couples in that restaurant always were so touchy and smily before entering.

[nyanashima]

Breakfast in bed a brothers and datables ls? (Plus Luke but it's MC making lunch for him)

aa this was so fun to think about!! the boys are so sweet, they deserve it ❤️

went for a more "established relationship" vibe in this one for more fluff opportunities. i only did the brothers in this post, but the undateables and luke will be next :) thanks again to @avatarofcuriousity for their help and for being the best beta reader in existence mwah

Breakfast in Bed (Brothers Edition)

Content warnings: none!

Lucifer 

He’s caught off-guard, to say the least.

Lucifer has to wake up really early, so the mere fact that someone was up and at ‘em before him is surprising enough.

But the fact that you were, just to do something nice for him?

Oh, so this is that “domesticity” thing everyone’s been talking about.

He blinks in surprise, then looks up at you with the most tender expression imaginable. Maybe being cared for isn’t so bad after all.

He thanks you sincerely, and actually takes the time to enjoy his meal instead of scarfing it down before work.

“You must have been up early in order to make this… My compliments to the chef.”

Mammon 

Mammon considers this the best wake-up of his life.

Starting the day with you tenderly brushing his hair out of his face, and making him breakfast? Somebody pinch him.

Half asleep, he tries to tug you down into bed with him.

He’s confused when you resist, but the tray in your lap explains everything. His voice is unbelievably soft when he speaks.

“...Ya did this for me?”

After hearing confirmation that yes, you made him breakfast in bed, Mammon grins and sits up. He murmurs a soft “c’mere” and pats the space beside him. 

Snaking an arm around you, he pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Ya better not have any plans today… ‘M gonna take ya out somewhere real nice, alright?”

Leviathan 

Levi stares up at you, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes as wide as dinner plates.

He’s 90% sure he knows what’s going on, but he waits for you to speak. He doesn’t wanna embarrass himself by being wrong.

When you tell him, he lights up and gets the stupidest, most adorable grin.

This is just like ‘It’s Never Wrong to Make a Dragon Girl a Hot Meal!’ This is so sweet, and you did it for him!

There’s a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. He never thought anyone would love him like this. He never thought he’d come to enjoy normie couple stuff. But here we are.

“I-I love you, MC! Please marry me! W-wait, that’s not— aughhh! Thank you!”

Satan 

Any sleepy rage Satan has instantly melts away the moment you sit on his bed. 

His half-closed eyes soften as he gives you an uncharacteristically lazy grin. You watch him mouth a drowsy “good morning” before he sits up. 

He reaches out and cups the back of your neck with his hand. Rubbing soft circles with his thumb, he brings your head closer to plant a kiss on your crown.

Satan’s voice, deeper and rumbly with sleep, speaks against your forehead.

“Thank you, MC. I’ll have to return the favour sometime.”

Asmodeus 

Asmodeus, unfortunately, is difficult to surprise with this. He wakes up as soon as you leave his embrace, and can’t fall back asleep. You’ve gotta tell him to hang tight and wait for a bit.

When you come back, he’s sat up in bed and about halfway through his skincare routine.

He squeals upon seeing what you’ve done and excitedly calls you over. Patting next to him on the bed, he tells you to come sit with him.

Before you know it, your face is sticky from Asmo’s lip balm. He presses one, final kiss on the tip of your nose and takes your hand.

“Oh, MC, you’re such a romantic! Won’t you stay and share this with me~? ❤️”

Beelzebub

The smell wakes him up before anything else.

Beel sits up in bed, watching in awe as you bring in an ungodly amount of food. Plates are stacked high and dangling precariously over the edge of your cart. It’s enough to make him salivate.

His lips part in surprise, and he’s quick to return your eager smile. Now he understands why you spent all night in the kitchen.

He pulls you in for a tight, bone-crushing hug, and only lets go when you’re gasping for air.

Sweet boy lets you have the first bite of everything. He wants to make sure you’re fed and that you get to try everything before it’s inhaled.

“Thank you, MC. Will you sit with me?”

Belphegor 

It’s probably best to make something that’s good lukewarm, because of how long Belphie takes to wake up.

He gives you his signature cheeky grin and pulls you down to sit with him.

“You must reaaally like me, huh?”

Makes you feed it to him like the brat he is. Hey, you’re the one who woke him up– time to pay the price.

It’s easy to tell he’s fighting sleep, but he really wants to enjoy the meal you lovingly prepared for him.

He asks if you’ve eaten. If not, you get half. If yes, half goes to Beel.

Belphie won’t admit it, but he’s appreciative— getting up for food is a hassle, and he likes being able to tug you down for a nap right after breakfast.

[coryosbaby]

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Podrick Payne x fem! Plus size! Reader

18, MDNI !! established relationship, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering. Short ‘n sweet ♡︎

When you wake, it’s next to your husband.

You look at him so fondly that anyone around you would think you were put under some sort of spell. You’re so incredibly in love with your boy, all soft and warm and loving. You want to give him children and make a hundred little Podricks. You’ve never wanted that with anyone else.

But there isn’t time for children— at least, not in this day and age, with you and Podrick being so busy and all. Which is why you’re so thankful to wake up on this Saturday morning with your husband released from his occupation for the day, curled up under furs and snoring softly as he slumbers, and you, a seamstress, telling a little white lie to miss your shift.

You wake him up with kisses. Starting on his nose, then his forehead. His cheeks, which have begun to grown a bit of stubble, come second to last. His eyes flutter open when you finally press a kiss to his mouth. He smiles up at you, all crooked and perfect, and you swoon.

“Good morning,” he murmurs. His hand moves up to your hair to push a stray lock out of your face.

“Good morning, sweet boy.”

He turns his head to the side, looking out the covered window across the room, and yawns. You can’t suppress the grin that splits across your face. You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy in your life.

“What time is it?”

“A little past the eighth hour, my love.”

He hums sleepily, as he rests his arms over his head and buries himself against the pillows. You press your head to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. His skin is soft and warm, and you press a kiss to his chest, which is covered in light brown chest hair and a few scars. Your hand melds into his, and you can feel the cold metal of the wedding ring on his finger. You rub your own matching one in retaliation, flushing at the thought. Your husband.

You inhale his scent. He smells like soap (probably from the bath he had taken with you the day before) and a natural musk. It must be from last night, when you two had made love under the candlelight like two lovestruck teenagers. Though, part of this isn’t a lie; the both of you are lovestruck.

“You smell ‘s good,” you breathe. You can’t help but clench your naked thighs together. There’s a stickiness between them, and you feel a bit of warmth trickle down your leg. Podrick’s spend, which he had buried deep inside you only a mere eight hours prior.

God, you feel dizzy.

“Do I?” He lets out a small chuckle when you begin to kiss him on his chest again, pressing yourself against his leg and moving your hips. “Are you eager this morning, my sweet girl?”

“Just.. love you so much, Rick. Can’t control myself when ‘m around you..”

He adores your nickname for him. No one calls him that but you.

He trails his hands up to your waist and wraps them around you. You let out a surprised gasp when he flips you onto the mattress, pinning you beneath him. The blanket falls, exposing his broad torso and the place that you seem to be so desperate for. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“And I love you. In fact.. I love you so much that I wish to taste you,” he whispers sweetly against the shell of your ear. “Please, my lady, let me?”

“After all these years,” you joke (it has only been three). “And you still call me that.”

“Well, you’re mine, aren’t you?”

At this, he begins to pepper kisses along your jaw. You sigh, hands moving up to rest in his hair. This is pure bliss— this is the reason you wake up in the morning, the reason why you seem so happy at your enormously boring and frustrating job. Your boy loves to please.

Podrick makes his way down to your navel, kissing your soft tummy and every stretch mark. You’ve grown to love these parts of you because he loves them. The man reaches past that, removing the blanket so he’ll have more room, as he spreads your legs. He groans at the sight of his previous load leaking out of you, white and creamy, glistening against your swollen cunt. He presses a kiss to your clit, humming as he slides his tongue against you to clean up any remnants of the night before.

Your thick thighs close around his head tightly, pleasure overriding your senses. Podrick hums against your cunt, slipping his tongue into your stretched hole. His big hands splay across your thighs and he pulls you further against him to gain more access. His eyes roll back as he moans, the taste of you driving him mad. It isn’t long before he’s suckling your sweet slick like a man starved, and you watch with fluttering lashes how he looks between your legs. His hair falls into his face, sweet doe eyes shut in content. What a beautiful sight.

“Podrick,” you moan out. “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy..”

He lets out a whimper, his jaw working faster, harder. He cant help but bring one of his fingers up to your hole so he can slip it inside and massage your inner walls. Your hips damn near fly off the mattress when he adds a second, thrusting them into your tight heat just the way you like it. He brings your clit in between his lips, gently sucking. You cry out, feeling that familiar sensation building up in your core as you watch the boy in between your legs ruin you.

“Podrick,” you gasp out. He presses a third finger up against your entrance, fitting it snuggly with the others, and you notice that the burn of the stretch and the other sensations on top of that are making your upcoming orgasm feel a lot different. You clamp your legs around his head— poor Rick, he’ll probably have a migraine later— and with a sob, your hips buck up into his mouth and your juices release all over his pretty face. His eyes roll back, and he growls, slurping up your release with fervor. Your cum squirts onto the sheets below you and all over your boy’s fingers, a puddle forming beneath you.

Podrick cleans up your release, lips coated in slick, and when you come down from your orgasm he’s pulling away and looking at you between your thighs. Grinning, he makes his way back up to your face, lips glossy from your release, and kisses you. You mewl at the taste of yourself and him on your tongue, and when he pulls away you can feel his length slipping through your folds. He gives your clit a teasing spank with the tip of his member, watching the way your mouth drops open from the sensitivity. As he finally spreads apart your hole with his thick cock, he sighs in content.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

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[hey-august]

Alphabet 😄

A, F, M, Z

Let's pretend that I'm not asking about Cathie-pie and Buggy Bear in my head 🤣

These work so well for those two!! 🥰 (NSFW Alphabet here)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Buggy's aftercare language is food. He'll stumble away, bowlegged and sticky, to get snacks if there aren't any around. And he'll come back arms full of anything and everything, plus a packet of crisps clenched between his teeth.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggie for giving and receiving. Deep and it hits all the right spots. Maybe part of it is because of how often he's fucked in this position. Buggy doesn't always like the pressure that comes with eye contact. But when he's okay with being seen or he's craving to see what kind of lewd faces his partner is making, Buggy doesn't have to change positions. A simple rearrangement and his top half is right where it needs to be to see face to face, while his lower half stays and keeps the connection.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Physical touch and compliments. Hoo boy, those get his blood flowing. A hand on his shoulder or bicep with a little squeeze - wow, you're really strong, huh? A thumb neatening the lines of his facepaint - which looks so flashy on him. His favorite? The one that makes him feral? Tugging his belt to pull him closer while making out will turn Buggy into a horny mess.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Too fast. Too fast. Buggy tries to fight it, really. But those eyelids are drooping as fast as his deflating dick after cumming. But back to the aftercare - the poor guy's growling stomach is guaranteed to wake him up juuust long enough to refuel.

[skyward-floored]

More totk things I did/saw yesterday:

Sticky lizards. Sticky lizards sticky lizards sticky lizards. Sticky lizards. Did I mention sticky lizards.

The glowing cave fish are so pretty, I love their colors. I just love all the glowing stuff in the caves, and the caves in general, they were a superb decision on nintendo’s part

I fought some of those crazy monkey bokoblin things. I forget what they’re called. I maybe screamed a little because they startled me. But also something about them reminds me of the Mogmas in skyward sword and that worries me a little (even though I’m sure it’s a coincidence).

PELICAN RITO!!!

Penn is the best. He’s so silly goofy. I love his little salute he does as he leaves and “soar long” abshdbdjdbd. I really hope he carries stuff in his beak at some point (letters would be REALLY funny).

Since when can the trees attack by the way? what happened to those trees. Who hurt you. Ents gone rogue. Rebellious teenage Ents maybe.

Didn’t expect to find Impa in the middle of a field but okay! why not. Thought I’d have to hike all the way over to Kakariko to see her. I was also surprised she isn’t dead but I guess Sheikah just live longer. She’s gotta be pushing 130 at least...

(The rest is a little long so it goes under the cut):

The geoglyphs are really cool. Part of time is thinking they’re just a way for the developers to take up space without having to put anything but eh I’m forgiving.

The geoglyph of Rauru looks like he’s in a wheelchair. I don’t have anything further to say about that I just think it’s interesting.

Dragon tears... mysterious dragon... dragon people... hmmmmmm. hm.

Zelda: *wakes up to see a lady with poofy hair and a literal dragon dude standing over her* oh it’s going to be one of those days isn’t it

Jokes aside I’m glad Zelda isn’t alone at least? Even if she’s ten bajillion years in the past or however long it is. At least she didn’t wake up basically alone like Link did. Plus Sonia and Rauru are funny hehe

Got three game overs from a battle talus thing and then ran away 😔

Zelda sounds really into the blood moon thing tbh. Like in botw it sounds like a tired warning, but in totk it’s like HERE COME THE MONSTERS BABE *cue the you better watch out vine*

Second geoglyph memory tear thing was very interesting. That view from the great plateau is incredible, I want to look around hyrule from a bajillion years ago. How come only Zelda got to go... anyway interesting how Sonia could sense she and Zelda were related. And also if they are indeed related and therefore Rauru is too then how come Zelda just looks... Hylian? Are Zonai genes just extremely recessive or something? Or has it just been so long with so many Hylian genes that they’re just all gone. I have Questions.

Also Rauru has a big sister? Little brother Rauru?? hehehe

I feel bad for thinking it but the blizzard situation is kinda fun ngl. I know the Rito are struggling but I LOVE snowy areas. I LOVE THEM.

And the music is different in rito village aaaaaaaa. Again I feel real sorry for the Rito. But I love the vibes. I love the snow. I love it here.

KASS’S GIRLS ARE OLDER aww!! I got a little burst of pride seeing them they’re all so responsible now *squeals*

Side note it’s weird that the botw shrines are gone. It’s like I know something should be there but it’s missing. And nobody acts like it’s even gone. But I know it is. It’s missing and it should be there but it isn’t.

...Is this what Link feels like all the time?

Anyway.

Tulin sounds like Spike the dragon from mlp but honestly that just makes me love him more. He’s a cute little responsible and rebellious teenager now!! And Teba is dealing with that haha. Also a promotion!! I’m sure it’s rough being village elder, but I think you’re doing a good job Teba.

Oh I forgot to mention the newspaper place, that looks like it’s going to be a fun sidequest! And the music is great there too (also Penn again!!! Beloved!!!).

And I think that’s all :)

[legolasbadass]

Italian Holiday, Part II

Summary: A few weeks before Richard leaves for Boston, he and Lorelei go on holiday in Italy to make the most of the summer and the time they have left together.

This story takes between the penultimate and last chapter of Office Hours and contains major spoilers for that story, so make sure you read it first!

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 2.8K

Rating: T

A/N: Thank you for the lovely comments! Given the interest in this little story, here's another chapter:)

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The sun is already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the room through the pale, billowing curtains when I wake the next morning. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I stretch, feeling the pleasant soreness in my muscles—a reminder of the passionate night we shared. Rolling over, I stretch out my hand towards Richard, but the space next to me is empty. I frown, but just as I sit up on the bed, I notice him making his way toward me from the kitchen, two mugs in his hands. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed and hands me one mug. “How did you sleep?” 

I take a long sip of tea, which he has prepared exactly to my liking, then smile at him. “I slept very well. You?” 

“Same here. Though it did get quite warm at one point…” he answers with a playful twinkle in his eyes, causing me to chuckle.

“It’s not my fault your chest is so comfortable,” I say sheepishly. 

Richard grins before he leans in to kiss me, his beard gently scratching my skin. 

“What time is it?” I ask, stifling a yawn.

“Just past ten.” 

“Oh, you should have woken me up earlier!” 

“Well, I only woke up myself around thirty minutes ago,” he explains, taking a sip of his coffee. “Plus, I figured we could both take it slow this morning. We had a long day yesterday… and a long night.” 

Warmth floods my cheek as I gaze back into his deep blue eyes. “So, are we going to the beach this morning?” 

He chuckles at the obvious change of subject. “Absolutely! I believe you were supposed to bring a very revealing bikini for the occasion?” 

I playfully push his shoulder. “I brought a bikini. Well, two, actually. And they both offer nice coverage.” He pouts. “The girls need some support.” 

“I’ll support them for you.” 

I burst out laughing. “Get your head out of the gutter, Armitage.” 

Smirking, Richard leans in and kisses me once more, his lips soft and slow against mine. Unable to resist him, I deepen the kiss, parting my lips as I caress the line of his bearded jaw with my fingertips, but then my stomach growls indiscreetly, and he pulls away with a chuckle.

“I should get some breakfast in you.” He raises a hand to tuck a tangled lock behind my ear. “We forgot to stop by the shop yesterday—can you make it to the nearest cafe?” 

In response, I playfully bite his hand. 

He laughs. “Alright, we better hurry, then.” 

Smiling to myself, I watch him rise from the bed, grateful that he did not seem to think it necessary to wear anything more than his boxers. After getting dressed, we make our way to the nearest cafe, a charming spot on the corner of a narrow street a few minutes away from our flat. We enjoy delicious pastries and coffee in the shade of the colourful terraced houses, then walk toward the beach, which is already crowded with sunbathers and swimmers. My feet sink into the warm sand, and though it is not yet noon, my whole body already feels sticky from the heat. Luckily, we soon find two vacant sunbeds under a large beach umbrella. 

I take off my dress after laying out my towel on one of the sunbeds, feeling Richard’s gaze on me, but before I can reach for the sunscreen, he takes it from our bag and gestures for me to turn around, causing me to chuckle. I could easily do this myself, of course, but why would I refuse him when he eagerly volunteers? In any case, I know his intentions are not entirely selfless, especially when one of his large hands lingers over my bum before playfully squeezing it as he presses a kiss onto my temple. 

“Richard!” I exclaim, though I cannot help but giggle. “Anyone could see you!” 

“Let them,” he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and pulling me flush against him. “Then they’ll know you’re my girlfriend and stop staring at you.”

I turn my head to look up at him and raise my eyebrows questioningly. 

“That guy keeps ogling you,” he explains with a nod toward a man sitting a few feet away from us. 

“Someone is feeling a little possessive today,” I say teasingly before reaching for the sunscreen. “Alright, my turn now.”

I take my time applying Richard’s sunscreen, lingering on all particularly tempting spots—his broad shoulders, his pectorals, lightly dusted with hair, and the dimple at the base of his spine—then sink onto my sunbed and reach for my book.

“What are you doing?” Richard asks, standing in front of the sun above me so that he appears to be glowing and the tips of his hair turn golden. 

“Reading?” I answer with a chuckle. 

“Don’t you want to swim?” 

“Soon!” I reply, unable to hide my smile at the adorable frown marking his face. “I just want to read another chapter or two.”

“Am I going to be second to that book all week?” 

���If you hadn’t kept me up so late last night I probably would have made it past the cliffhanger already.” 

“Hm, I don’t remember hearing much complaining from you.” 

I shake my head, then lean back in the chair and cover my blush with my book. “I’ll join you soon!”

“You better,” he says, pressing a fleeting kiss atop my head before running off toward the water, offering me a pleasant view of his muscled back, glowing in the sun. 

I am still smiling when I start reading the next chapter, but to my dismay, I struggle to concentrate on the words, for though yesterday, the exhaustion from travel and the beauty of the city had easily distracted me, my mind now unwittingly turns back to work. I had hoped to receive news of a submission I made for an upcoming book before the beginning of our holiday, but I have yet to hear back from the editors, and the fear of rejection is slowly becoming overwhelming. I should probably be used to this by now, but the pressure has only worsened as I progress in my career, and though I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world for thinking it, Richard’s fast-approaching departure for Boston does not help matters. I am incredibly proud of him, but seeing all these incredible opportunities come his way only makes me more anxious about my prospects. But I know how stupid and unfair it is to think this way, so I try to shake it off. 

Eventually, I manage to focus on the story, and the sounds of the crowded beach fade away, though it does not take long before a cold hand on my arm pulls me back from reality, causing me to jump. 

Richard laughs at my reaction, then again when I playfully slap him. “Sorry, love,” he says, though he is still smiling widely. 

When he sits down next to me, his wet thigh brushes against mine, causing me to shiver. 

“You’re gonna get me all wet!” I say, giggling as I try to push him away. 

In response, he leans in even closer. Water trickles down from his hair and beard onto my bare stomach, making me gasp before he leans in to attach his lips to mine in a sea-salted kiss. Within seconds, I forget all about my book and leave it aside on the chair to bury my hands in his wet hair, but it is impossible to forget about our surroundings, as the sound of crashing waves mingles with the hubbub of laughter and shouting across the beach, and Richard pulls away much too soon for my liking. 

“You have to come in the water—it’s so nice!” 

“Alright, alright,” I chuckle, rising from the sunbed and taking his outstretched hand, hoping his company will be able to distract me. 

We make our way through the crowd of towels and sunbeds, and then, smirking, I let go of Richard’s hand and call out, “Last one in the water pays for dinner!” 

Richard’s eyes widen for a split second before he grins and takes off after me. I dash through the sand, laughing as I hear him gaining on me. But just as I reach the water’s edge, he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground, ignoring my protests as he runs and tumbles into the water, dragging me with him into the cold embrace of the sea. 

“Richard!” I squeal when I resurface a few seconds later, laughing as I wipe the water off my face. 

He flashes me a wide, boyish grin in response, his hair slicked back and the drops in his beard shining in the bright sun. 

Shaking my head, I lean back into the water and close my eyes, my hair floating around me like seaweed in the gentle ripples. “Now how are we going to know who lost?” 

“Hm, I think I’ll gladly keep paying for dinner if losing means getting this view.” 

I open my eyes and look down from the cloudless sky to find Richard staring unabashedly at my cleavage, and I burst out laughing and splash him. 

 “Pervert!” 

He splashes me in return, then takes advantage of the distraction to wrap his arms around me and pull me close. Laughter sparkles in his eyes, and I soon lose myself in his gaze and forget all about my plans for retaliation when he leans in to caress my mouth with salt-kissed lips, his wet nose brushing against mine. Tightening his hold on me, he urges me to wrap my legs around his waist as he cups my rear with his hands. Now holding me afloat, he allows me to forget about everything other than his lips, soft like the water caressing our bodies and warm like the sun above our heads. I kiss him back with equal tenderness and fervour, drowning in his passion until my lungs are starved for air. When we reluctantly break the kiss eons later, gasping, Richard nuzzles my neck, his breath warm against my damp skin.

“I could stay like this forever,” he speaks into the crook of my neck, his muffled voice against my wet skin sending a little shiver down my spine.

“I couldn’t—the water is a little cold,” I reply, giggling as I bury one hand in his wavy hair. Richard chuckles and then falls silent, so I tentatively broach a subject he has been avoiding for the past few days. “So… I hear it’s a special someone’s birthday in a few days. Any special requests?” 

“Just more of this,” he says, kissing my neck. “But maybe you could take this off,” he adds, playing with the strap of my bikini. “It’s in my way a little.” 

“Richard, I’m being serious!” I say though I cannot hold back my laughter. 

He looks up to meet my gaze. “You know I don’t care for birthdays.” 

“I know but… I want it to be special!” 

“It will be. Just you and me, in this beautiful town. Great food, great sex.” I chuckle at the playful twinkle in his eyes. “And most of all, not having to worry or even think about work.” 

Suddenly, the knot in my chest I have been trying so hard to ignore tightens its hold on me, and I bite my lip. It is probably a lot easier for him not to think about work, I think in spite of myself. He who knows his next step, who has been offered this incredible opportunity that will surely bring many more incredible opportunities his way, while I am anxiously waiting to hear back from editors regarding a submission I made months ago. 

“What’s wrong?” Richard asks with a frown.

Damn my expressive features. “Nothing.” 

“You had a look on your face—the one you get when you’re overthinking,” he adds with a teasing smile, though concern softens his eyes. 

“I’m just… trying to think of something really special for your birthday. It’s the first time we’re celebrating it together—I have to do it right.” 

He sighs, though a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Alright, but nothing too crazy, ok? And please don’t get restaurant staff to sing happy birthday to me.” 

“Oh, no—that’s the worst!” I laugh, though I cannot quite shake off the tightness in my chest. “Do you want to head back and grab some lunch? I’m getting hungry,” I say after a moment, recalling the trattoria selling the most mouth-watering pizzas we passed by last night. 

“So am I—how about pizza?” Richard suggests. 

“You read my mind,” I reply with a chuckle. 

***

Later that day, after enjoying one too many slices of pizza, we step back into our rented flat, exhausted from the heat but still laughing at the American couple sitting next to us at the restaurant who tried to order fettucini alfredo—a delicacy, they tried to convince us after the waiter walked way rolling his eyes, no doubt cursing them in Italian under his breath. 

“God, you really shouldn’t have let me eat that last slice,” I groan as I sink into one of the armchairs. 

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Richard chuckles. 

“Who else’s fault would it be?” 

Richard shakes his head, though his eyes sparkle in amusement. “Alright, I really need a shower—care to join me?” 

“Absolutely,” I respond, smiling when he leans in to press a lingering kiss in the crook of my neck. “Go ahead, I’ll join you in a minute.” 

He smirks and presses another kiss to my neck before heading towards the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he goes. I watch him for a moment, admiring the way his muscles move under his skin, then sigh as I stand to retrieve my laptop from my bag. I do not expect to have received a response regarding my paper, but I need to see the proof of it. Otherwise, I will not be able to think about anything else.

But to my surprise, amidst the dozens of administrative emails from the university, I see that I have in fact received an email from the editors. My heart thumps wildly in my chest, and it takes me a few moments to gather the courage to open the email. Then I freeze.

Dear Dr. Browning, we regret to inform you that your paper has not been accepted for this edited collection. However, this is an exemplary work of scholarship, and we highly encourage you to submit it elsewhere. 

“Sweetheart, are you coming?”

I hasten to close my laptop and turn around to see him standing outside the bathroom, naked but for a towel wrapped around his waist. “You watching porn or something?” he teases me, nodding at my laptop. 

I manage to chuckle, but then he walks over to me and reaches for my laptop. 

“Richard—” 

“You’re looking at your work emails?” When I do not say anything, he leans in to press a lingering kiss on my shoulder. “I thought we agreed not to think about work during this holiday,” he says softly, a touch of admonishment behind his concern. 

“I just had to check something,” I say, unable to keep the edge from my tone. 

Richard frowns. “I just want to make sure you’re really taking the time to relax. You work too hard—” 

“I just had to check something quickly, alright?” I snap, then, before I can stop myself, I add, “And, you know, not all of us can actually afford to take that much time off.” 

“Of course, you can afford a break, sweetheart.” 

“It’s not that easy! You can afford to take a break, but I’m still an early career researcher—I have to put myself out there and get my work published.” 

He steps away from me with a sigh. “Where is this coming from? I thought we both wanted to go on holiday—to take a break and ignore work and just be together before I leave for Boston. Isn’t that what you wanted as well?” 

“Of course, I want that!” I exclaim. “But—don’t you see? You have this great opportunity coming up to work with a leading scholar in your field, but I’m still only starting out. I don’t get offers like that handed to me—” 

“That’s not fair, Lorelei,” he interjects, now clearly irritated. “You make it sound like I don’t have to work hard.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“You can’t be mad at me because we’re at different points in our careers and I have more experience.” 

“I’m not mad, I—” I groan, shaking my head. “You know what, never mind.” 

Richard stares at me, his jaw clenched. “Fine,” he says after a moment before heading toward the bathroom. 

I do not have time to say or do anything before the door slams shut, followed by the unfamiliar sound of the lock, leaving me alone in the room, feeling even more guilty and anxious than before. 

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Dennis waking up to babygirl crying, but not waking up reader because this is the first time in a long time she's finally getting some good rest. Then, I feel like once the reader wakes up well-rested, breakfast is already on the table for her and DJ. ❤️🥹

OMG Nonnie, I love this so much. Let’s flesh out this little vision!

At the first sound of the baby’s cries, Dennis stirs.

The arm that was wrapped around you is moving ever so slightly, making sure you don’t wake up. Since taking on some extra responsibilities at work, you have been getting home late and barely sleeping at night. Dennis refuses to have you wake up before you are ready.

With you taking on a leadership role at work, Dennis decided to scale back. Working from home allows him to devote half of his day to his career and the other half to his family. Plus, that means he gets to play his favorite role.

SuperDad.

Tiptoeing out of the bedroom and down the hall past DJ’s room, Dennis enters the baby’s room. Soft pink light from the humidifier illuminates part of the room, and as the door squeaks open, little cries start to melt away at the arrival of Daddy.

“Hello, my little warrior princess. I can hear those battle cries from a mile away,” he whispers, smiling down at the wiggling three-month-old before picking her up and cuddling her to his chest. He rubs her back softly as she quiets down.

He makes small talk with her as he changes her diaper, making funny faces to get her to giggle. Tickling her tummy and planting kisses on her face. He checks his watch and sees it is almost time for DJ to explode out of bed like a bomb went off. He decides that since he is already awake, he can start breakfast.

After a bottle, he wraps Deanne up in the sling carrier so he can move freely about the kitchen and still keep his eye on her. He breaks out the eggs, milk, and flour for fresh waffles for you and DJ. He pushes the button on the coffee maker and begins his work.

Within ten minutes, waffles and fresh-cut fruit are on the table. Syrup and butter are placed on the table just as Dennis hears DJ jump in bed and wake you up. He can only laugh when he hears DJ’s loud giggle, as you are probably tickling him.

Dennis pours you a fresh cup of coffee as he hears you making your way down the hall with your son.

“I don’t know, DJ. It smells like Daddy woke up early and made us something delicious,” you say before turning the corner into the kitchen. You smile as you see Dennis holding a snoozing Deanne in her carrier on his chest as he holds out a steaming mug toward you.

You take a big sip of the wonderful brew and close your eyes, relishing the warmth spreading throughout your body.

“Sit down, eat. I’ll get him settled,” Dennis insists, helping DJ sit in his booster seat.

When the little man is eating and content, you dig into your waffles and fresh strawberries. Taking a bite, you look over at Dennis. He has a hand on the back of DJ’s chair, watching him while he eats, while his other hand is on Deanne’s back through the carrier.

He catches your eye, winking at you before his attention is taken back by an animated DJ whose loud sound effects wake up his little sister. Dennis coos at his precious baby girl, and DJ pats her back gently when she starts to fuss. When the boys fail at quieting down the little one, you offer your services.

“Ok, guys, I think the little princess needs Mama.” You giggle when DJ just goes back to eating and Dennis makes a face like he doesn’t want to give up the baby so easily.

When he puts his hands around her little body held against his chest, you roll your eyes. “Dennis, let me just see if she’s hungry, and then you can have her back, I promise.”

With the terms agreed upon, Dennis unwraps the carrier and kisses Deanne’s forehead before handing her over reluctantly. He busies himself with cleaning up DJ of the syrup and juice stickiness from breakfast.

After a feeding and a changing, Deanne is in much better spirits, babbling and holding onto your finger. You find the boys on the couch watching Bluey. Dennis smiles up at you, and as promised, you hand him the baby and he makes a show of pressing kisses into her cheeks.

You sit on the couch on the other side of DJ, and he cuddles up to you. You watch as Dennis is wrapped around that little girl’s finger, and you smile. You love your little family and wouldn’t change it for the world.

OMG I love this family so much. I love them, you guys.

[nerdforestgirl]

I think this is the tenth years I've written an Amy's birthday story on my birthday. Enjoy if you feel like it.

“Stay in bed,” Sheldon yelled at his wife just as she started to put her feet on the floor. She wasn't quite sure how he knew she was awake and starting to get up, but she stopped questioning exactly how he seemed to just know everything a long time ago. This was just life with Sheldon.

Amy Farrah Fowler was fairly certain that Sheldon had some kind of surprise planned for her birthday, but it was also a normal work day for her. She did need to get up and get ready for work. Plus she had to drop Leo off at daycare on the way. Still, she never minded being a little spoiled by her husband, so she slid her legs back under the covers and waited.

A few minutes later, Sheldon walked in with a tray. It had a pile of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. Following him, in the cutest tiny chef's hat and apron was her son Leo. He was toddling behind his dad with a bowl of fruit in his hands. He stopped to eat a strawberry before he continued on and right into Sheldon's legs.

Sheldon just looked down and smiled at the boy. Leo could get away with murder in Sheldon's eyes, and touching without permission was honestly right up there in severity of crime. Still, Sheldon just placed the tray of food on Amy's lap. Then he picked up Leo so the nineteen month old could place the bowl of fruit on the tray with the other food.

“Can you say 'happy birthday, Mama?'” Sheldon asked his son. Leo didn't try, but he did smile at his mother, and to Amy that was just as good.

“Did you two wake up early to make me breakfast?” Amy asked them.

“Yeah!” Leo shouted. He didn't have a lot of words yet, but that was one he had down pat. He was such and enthusiastic and kind child that Amy could not feel any luckier every single time she interacted with her son.

“I need to get ready for work,” Sheldon told Amy. “Do you want to keep him or should I put him in front of a Bluey?” They didn't use screen time often to distract Leo, but it certainly came in handy on occasion.

“He can stay,” Amy said. Amy was debating just calling in to work and staying in bed with Leo all day, but she couldn't really justify it.

Sheldon kissed Leo on top of his head and put him on the bed next to Amy. Then he left to shower and get dressed for the day with a wish of a happy birthday to Amy.

“Thank you for making me breakfast,” Amy told her son. Then she started picking the strawberries out of the bowl of fruit. It wasn't like she didn't love strawberries. They were her favorite, but they were also Leo's. She also cut up some of the pancakes for her son. Giving to him always felt a little like giving to herself.

Leo was happy to snack on his mom's special birthday breakfast with her. He took off his chef's hat and leaned against Sheldon's pillow. Amy made a mental note to change the sheets because she was certain that the boy was getting juice and syrup on the sheets.

“Baby like strawberries?” Leo asked.

“Maybe. She just eats what I eat right now just like you did,” Amy explained as she rubbed her belly. They had only told Leo about the new baby two weeks ago, but he seemed to understand and was even excited about his little sister.

Leo handed over one of his prized strawberries for Amy to eat.

“For the baby?” Amy asked.

Leo nodded.

“Thank you,” Amy said. She was holding back tears, but mostly failing. How had she gotten such a sweet son? Part of her had always been a little afraid that her son would be too much like Sheldon. Then Amy remembered that Sheldon had made her this breakfast and brought it in for her to eat in bed because she was pregnant and it was her birthday even though he hated eating in the bedroom. Maybe Leo was like Sheldon. Like that side of him that mostly only she got to see.

Leo wiped away his mom's tears with very sticky fingers.

“Thanks, bud,” Amy said.

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

Nightmare AU part 27

And with this part we are at the half of the comic 👀

Warning:Blood and a small death:

Doctor bird:"Soon very soon, this will be over, we are so close to victory, i can taste it."

The fake Nightmare king:"This is the heart of your machine, Doctor Bird! Such a wild energy at my small finger, all those worlds soon will be mine."

Growlian:"Such a wonderful show, my Highness, delightful even."

Panel 2

Luciano the candle of secrets:"This is for you Moon on fire, the doctor found out our next target."

Moon on fire:"Her name is Katelyn, will any knights come with me to capture her, i know about the others."

Luciano the candle of secrets:"They are indeed such a problem, but for now you must bring the next target!"

Katelyn:"Who are you? Why are you here? Help, someone!

Clause the assassin king:" They always try to run, pitfull, i feel like only us are working too hard."

Moon on fire:" We are not here to ask question, we need to work, or else they will use us in the experiments.

Luciano the candle of secrets:"I see you finished already, i guess the poison did it... That is such a shame."

Moon on fire:"I need more of those poison, is really hard to not get unwanted attention these days, my blade are sticky from blood."

Doctor bird:"A small price for such a specimen, now excuse me, i have work to do... Meet me at about two hours and 10 minutes from here."

Doctor bird:"Excelent, a fine work indeed... Don't touch her, why can't anyone understand how delicate is this process... I have what i need now to extract the essence."

Luciano the candle of secrets:"How many do you need? Can't this machine work any faster? Such a waste of resources, our king will not be pleased!"

Clause the assassin king:"When we will see them again, after i took an arrow on my shoulder i want to take their neck for this?!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I feel a little dizzy, i have to lay down for a minute."

The cigarette ghost Smoky:" Sir, you have a telephone call from someone named Trisha the hour glass."

Sky Coeur the detective:"Amstran the moon dancer i need your opinion, tell me honest did i bought the right one?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Yes, hello?!"

Trisha the hour glass:"You are the pumpkin Felix Reddison told me about, meet me at the local library at 5 am in the morning, come alone!"

Panel 7

Luna the moon demon:"Are you sure it's a good thing to go alone?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I have to know, maybe she has answers...Excuse me...!"

Trisha the hour glass:"Ah, finally we meet Amstran the moon dancer, come in... There are still 2 hours till the fog will be lifted up."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Strange weather, i can't get used to it. Is that why i feel so sick in the last days, i don't say anything to them because i don't want them to be worried."

Trisha the hour glass:"Let's practice something simple, choose a book and give it to me. Close your eyes first!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I don't see how this works, i just..."

Trisha the hour glass:"Shh, don't... Trust yourself, and repeat the first word it comes to your mind."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Dove."

Trisha the hour glass:"Looks like your power is not healing pumpkin. My friend Felix Reddison told me you felt a little off since you couldn't heal Jenna Heart wound, poor girl."

Amstran the moon dancer:"I don't know l, i just had to try something, she did not deserved that...I feel so sorry!"

Trisha the hour glass:"Even so, poison can not be cured that simple, it's not your fault, let's try another one...and then bring your friends too... It's time for the questions to get their answers!"

Panel 10

Le souris bonbon neige:"He is where? Who though it was a good idea to let him alone by himself!"

Lumboo the light ghost:"He is fine, no one wakes up at that hour, not even your enemies."

Staran the galaxy man:"If you may sit down, Amstran the moon dancer is more capable alone, plus this Trisha the hour glass only invited him alone not us."

Sky Coeur the detective:"Le souris bonbon neige, he is right, all this fight is to no avail, we have to trust him, there is nothing we can do...This is not how i wanted to spend my honey moon!"

Part 1 till part 26

Also, i forgot...You can tell me which part is your favorite, i am a curios little bean...And if till now the comic is kinda boring well, the next part will have a little action...Sorry, no spoilers!👀😅

[one-dumb-fucker]

(Inspired by a fanart. This^fanart)

Coldflash/ Captain Cold (Leonard Snart) x The Flash (Barry Allen)

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Waiting on the police to arrive; Captain Cold tied to a poll.

Leo didn't much get hot, but he felt this heat; the humidity. He could only imagine -and see the suffering- of what it was like for everyone else. Hell- his team refused to go out today, just wanting to survive the heat, which is why it was only him here.

Flash's blood was hot and made him splotched with red and pink, similar to how someone would blush, through their entire neck. He wondered how it looked all over his body, rather than just the lower half of his face.

And he imaged quite well especially with the show of firy death Flash was putting on here before him. Hands on his knees and bent as sweat dripped from him like a light rain, speckling the pavement -which he swear fucking evaporated half a second later because that shit was so hot.

An ice-cream cart rolled by and Flash took a couple bucks outta Captain Cold's wallet to buy himself a cone, seeing as his suit didn't have pockets.

Captain Cold was slightly offended that he took it, but also understood that he was a criminal and since Flash always dealt with his bullshit, another part of him didn't really mind.

Another another part of him both understood the heat and Flash's need to constantly eat; so he majority didn't care for the robbery/borrowing(?).

Leonard watched as he ordered a double scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone as the civilian beamed that The Flash was buying ice-cream from them.

It was an adorable little exchange, even though Leonard would never admit that. Making way back to Captain Cold he took a large bite outta the top scoop; gaining a vanilla coat on and around his lips.

The ice-cream melted fast, pretty much running down his fingers the second it came out of the cart; the second his tongue touched that cold creamy goodness.

Sliding down his digits, over the knuckle of his thumb and quickly dripping towards the bottom of the cone Flash licked it up; tongue flat against each stripe, as he began to bitch about it dripping.

"Ugh- now I'm all sticky"

Captain Cold listened to him complain, as there was nothing else to do; but his mind did wander... ;)

Flash already had sensory issues and sticky was the worst. He absolutely couldn't fucking stand it. Like "wash his hands until he bled" if he felt sticky -regardless of any "stickiness" actually being on him- kind of couldn't fucking stand it.

"I'm a frickin' pig" he bitched as ice-cream dripping down the sides of his mouth, then slid to his chin.

[I really hope I don't get this on my suit- OH MY FUCK- HOW IS IT SO HOT?!?!?!?!?!] his brain screamed as he hastily ate the cream.

Barry already ran hot -which for some reason Leo knew; musta been told in his half listening half daydreaming mode- and he was fucking melting with this heat.

Watching Flash like that, licking and lapping at white cold cream; said cream dripping down his fingers and face.

He felt it pang in his pants harder than it ever had before; pulsat with thumps like a tribal drum.

The heat plus the boner, which helped the humidity catch him despite his powers, made him see all white.

Leonard's head rolled and dropped, then hung. "Uh-..." Flash said, bent this way and that to get angles on him as he neared.

He tapped the chilly, heat passed-out man. "Dude- wake up"

Like a badly blended smoothy, he came too with chunks and "watery" parts -like how he knew he was starting to wake up, but couldn't see anything through the sun's light. Among those watery parts, a part of his subconscious realized the wet part in his pants made by pre-cum.

This would be awkward to explain to the cops...- fuck this would be awkward to explain to Flash if he asked.

He'd just say it was like morning wood and then the heat did something to him. He also literally had ice as part of his biology, so that added more sense to this nonsensical excuse.

Now fully up and still tied to the poll, Flash had now finished the cone [ah fuck- I missed it!] He thought, then thought himself disgusting since that was his first thought.

He might not have criticized himself so harshly if it weren't his enemy he thought about like... that. But uNfOrTuNaTeLy it was!

The boner subsided as he heard sirens wi-oh at the edge of the park. However no such luck with the moisture in his drawers as the officer exited their vehicle and came over; he really wished the pre-cum would just evaporate like Flash's sweat had on the pavement.

He didn't feel too bad about sexualizing Flash because, hey, at least he payed for that -in a sense.

Mar. 12. 2024.

[arrowfleur]

They don’t get to change you

Asher/David

Words: 3.4k Read it on ao3 here!

Asher is involved in a hazing incident at college. David comforts him.

First section under the cut <3

Asher had never felt more humiliated in his life. He tried not to think about the nights events as he pressed the key card against the lock. With one arm clinging to his side, he used his spare hand to slide the door shut behind him without making too much noise. He knew David would be asleep.

It had made sense for them to share a dorm together when they went to college, even though they were doing two completely different courses. Even though Asher was messy and David was somewhat of a neat freak. Even though Asher was a night owl and David went to bed at 10pm almost every night. It had never even crossed his mind that they wouldn’t share a room together. God-knows they’d always shared everything else.

Well, almost everything else.

“Ash?”

Asher moved slowly over to the cupboard by the bathroom to grab a fresh towel. He knew David knew it was him. Pack could usually tell. David could always tell. It was more just his way of asking if everything was alright without actually asking.

Sometimes if Asher had been excited for a night out, he’d sit down and tell David about it whilst he was still half asleep. That way, Asher could get all his energy out whilst David at least got some level of rest.

To be fair to David he did at least try to listen, quiet ‘Huh's?’ and ‘Yeah’s’ morphing into soft snores and slow breaths. Asher didn’t mind, he knew he could be a lot at times.

But this time he really didn’t feel like keeping David up at till ass o-clock in the morning just to inform him that his new team had all turned out to be immature assholes.

“Asher?” David spoke a little louder this time.

Asher braced himself, forcing in a slightly deeper breath then he could manage. “Yeah buddy it’s me. Sorry didn’t mean to wake you.” He cringed at the way his voice broke slightly, grabbing some clean boxers and a t-shirt and standing up as tall as he could. Like it would make him seem sturdy.

He could hear the bedsheets ruffling again, as if David was sitting up. Shit he’d noticed. Of course, he’d noticed, Asher was never this quiet.

“Are you ok?”

David’s voice was rougher and deeper than usual from sleep but Asher could still hear the genuine concern in his tone.

Asher turned towards the bathroom not bothering to look over at his best friend. He didn’t need to.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He laughed as if David’s concern was completely unfounded. “Just getting a shower, you can go back to sleep.”

And with that he slipped into the bathroom. He wasn’t planning to lie to David. He’d tell him what happened eventually but right now all he wanted was to wash the sticky beer out of his hair and go to bed.

Asher squinted when he turned the light on, eyes adjusting to the brightness as he stripped off his clothes. He caught his reflection in the mirror, and turned away once he noticed those damn lines across his face.

He stepped into the shower, not bothering to let the water heat beforehand. Asher leant his head back, willing the water to run over his eyes, the coldness of it numbing the aches across his torso.

He stood like that for a while, thinking.

He’d been so proud when he’d seen his name on the list for the varsity team. He was the only freshman on there, his Shifter biology played a part in it, making him stronger and faster than most teenagers plus he’d practised damn hard too.

Although he knew it might take his team-mates a little while to warm up to him, especially since one of their friends would have been put onto JV to make space for him, Asher wasn’t too worried. He had always been good at making friends. It was one of his best qualities.

Thats why he didn’t question it when his team-mates invited him to a party. Why he was possibly less apprehensive than he should have been when they told him to go down to the basement with them. And why the way they had treated him was so hard to comprehend.

Drink Up Mutt

His eyes flung open as the sound of his team-mates laughing bounced around his head. Quickly, he washed his body. Biting his lip so he wouldn't grunt as the sponge glided over his bruising side.

He barely dried off, running the towel over himself once before getting dressed and making his way to bed.

He just needed to sleep it off.

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[xochiipillii]

dating Xochipilli headcanons

summary: pretty self-explanatory.. this is what I think dating the god Xochipilli, the flower prince, would be like as a mortal!

pairings: xochipilli :: aztec god of love, music, art, summer, etc.

a/n: xochipilli is one of my favorite gods everr (hence the namesake), so i really hope i did justice to this bi-con. I refer to xochipilli as "he/him" in this post, but it's probably more accurate to describe xochipilli as "they/them"

" lay with me, i'll lay with you :: we'll do the things that lovers do -

Xochipilli is a morning person, through and through. So, expect him to be kissing you awake at the crack of dawn, the windows open, hot honey tea on the bedside table, and his sticky lipgloss all over your cheeks and lips

In fact, expect to be dragging your groggy self to the kitchen at 7 in the morning to see Xochipilli, full make-up, making breakfast while the album ZABA blasts from whatever device was nearby at the time

His favorite gifts to give are flowers and sweets, and BOY does he give them out often

He always dresses up 110% for date nights, i’m talking HOURS of picking out the perfect top to go with his bottoms, choosing the right shade of lipstick to match his eye makeup, etc. etc. tbh you have to give Xochi at least a 3 day notice in advance before any date nights

Xochipilli is used to getting a lot of attention when he goes out- hello, he is the god of love and beauty- and of course, he’s always super sweet (almost flirty) with people which can get on your nerves sometimes

But he teases you relentlessly when you get jealous:

“Oh, did you see that smile? Aw, don’t pout, my love. It’s just divine diplomacy! You know only you have my heart, right?”

Sweet talker sweet talker sweet talker, you can never argue with him

Yes, expect to be dancing in the kitchen at 3 in the morning. Yes, it’s non-negotiable

Xochipilli is HUGE on PDA (public displays of affection) and he will use every waking moment to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, hug you when you’re trying to get your shopping done

Adding onto this, he is the best cuddler so warm and soft

Also has like a shopping list of pet-names and sweetheart-names for you including but not limited to: blossom, flor amor, my love, amorcito, my muse

Sometimes Xochipilli has to be away for some period of time to be in the divine realm, but he always sends you cute love letters with tons of poetry when he’s gone

side note— Xochi smells SO GOOD like top notes of orchid and vanilla with the distinct accent of something woodsy like sandalwood or copal. plus he’s always applying some sort of perfume or body oil so it’s like mmm all day

Xochipilli is a part of the Ahuiateteo, the gods of excess, so he mmmight be a bit overbearing sometimes— always encouraging you to have just one more sip of wine, another spoonful of ice cream, a few more hours to sleep in

can we point out that he’s the god of hallucinogenic mushrooms so uhhh strap in, we’re getting funky because he would definitely want to go on a trip with you

he is a silly man, so expect some lighthearted but fairly weird pranks (along the lines of butterflies in your face when you’re trying to work, always hiding the second sock, gliTTER UGH)

on the topic of hiding your second sock:

“Sock? What sock? The laundry seems to have a mind of its own, my blossom. It must have fancied a stroll.”

you have your own personal doctor— seeing that Xochipilli’s brother is the god Ixtlilton who lords over health, medicine, and surprisingly dancing.

softly singing you to sleep, always.

Would definitely pop up in your dreams to give you some weird, cryptic advice which is always on the lines of giving him more kisses