#shea's hard hours

[lingeriae]

🧘🏾‍♀️

"man, fuck you."

the silence that comes after your words is almost deadly, and it causes your heart to sink.

the sleek black fridge hums in the silence, your eyes are drawn to it as you hear his heavy foot steps move towards you, it's so calm it causes your nerves to rise. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he stops infront of you, his muscular body only inches away from being pressed against yours.

your anxious, and a bit excited for what you know is about to come, keeping on a poker face and looking straight, refusing to look up at him.

eren pokes his inner cheek with his tongue as he looks down at you, an eyebrow raised and a dangerous look on his face. a look you were far too familiar with, a look that only meant one thing.

he chuckles, the sound is deep and attractive, fitting for a prettyboy like himself. "s'that right?"

a shudder racked throughout your body at the threat posed as a question, he was testing you, giving you a chance to redeem yourself before he fucked you up. on any other day, you would jump to fix up your words and tone, knowing what would happen if you didn't, but you didn't feel like doing that shit today. not after he ignored you almost the whole day.

maybe you were being dramatic - no fuck that. this is his fault.

you got all dressed up for him, wearing a cute lil lingeriae (wink wonk) that annoyingly went up your ass just for him, only for you to be ignored and neglected like you weren't walking around with the most bomb pussy.

it happened a few hours ago but even now you're still fucking pissed, eren was off work today and your package came early so you decided to suprise him. he was playing his games when you decided to walk in. hips swinging, titties sitting and your sunkissed skin glowing with the shea butter and baby oil you rubbed it with earlier. he cursed loudly as he shot at whatever the fuck he was shooting at on screen, and cussed out connie for being slow, his gaze not moving from the screen even once to acknowledge your presence. it annoyed you a little, but you didn't let that bother you smiling slyly as you walked up to him.

"ren," you called sweetly, swayin on your feet lightly and bitting your bottom lip as you waited for his jade green eyes to meet yours only for your plump lips to downturn when he quickly mumbled out a 'yeah, baby?' without sparring you a single glance. you were starting to get pissed off, was it so fucking hard for him to give you attention?

with a huff you leaned over, taking his jaw into your hand to turn his head towards you, ignoring the complaints he let out. a smile tugged at your lips at the way he paused, looking you up and down and licking his pink lips which parted for a second before you heard talking from his headset, you felt your smile slip as he looked back to the screen.

"eren-"

he cuts you off with a kiss, his eyes still not leaving the screen, your frown going unnoticed. "gimme a second babe, m'almost done." your nose scrunched up as you stared at the brunette infront of you, in disbelief of him choosing a fucking game over you. rolling your eyes you walked out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut behind you.

which leads you to being moody all day.

the pretty princess that he was used to no longer being present as you stomped your pretty feet every where you went, face screwed up, side-eyeing the brown haired male every chance you get and mumbling slick shit under your breath.

eren was oblivious to why you were acting this way, and he was slowly getting sick of it. his last straw being when he asked you to pass him a cup only for you to just look at him bad out of the corner of your eyes and fix your pretty lips to ask him

"your hands broke?"

the smell of your vanilla and marshmellow body mist floods his senses as he inhales, his eyes dropping down to your neck to see the glitter that sparkles there. your fucking delicious, is what he thinks as he watches you avoid him with low lidded eyes, a hand comes up to turn your face towards him so that you make eye-contact with him.

you try not to shiver, pursing your lips as you look at him. "who you giving all that attitude to?"

you try to hold in the whimper that threatens to fall from your lips from the tone of his voice, how you could feel it vibrating through you and how your panties soaked with arousal with just that alone.

it isn't fair, the hold he has on you, the reactions he can pull from you by doing the least. his grip tightens on your jaw when you attempt to pull your face away from him, gaze blazing with heat and a thick eyebrow raising as he waited for you to respond.

rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms across your chest, tongue running acorss your top row of teeth. "aint got time for this."

green eyes squinted at you before eren's entire face went blank, he tilted his head at you and you watched as his brown hair swayed with the movement, your body tensing as your face remained blank. "you sure?" those two words have never seemed dangerous until now, paired with the look on his face, it would have anyone shaking in there boots, it shouldn't have excited you but it did.

inhaling deeply, eren listened to the humming of the fridge, trying his best to calm down and not do anything irrational as he knew how your cry-baby ass was. he looked down at you again, watching as you twisted your lips and looked away from him, trying to keep a poker face, his lips quirked up at the side a little, barely noticeable, knowing that you wont be acting this way in a couple of minutes.

"gonna tell me why you're acting like this?"

biting your tongue, you shook your head. "nothing bro, it's fine." you attempt to move past him, his hand lashes out and holds your hips, brinig you back to where you were before which causes you to sigh annoyingly.

"nah, what's up?" eren waited for your reply patiently, watching as you just stared at him with your lips jutted out. he waits, and his patients runs thin.

he lets out a breath through his nose. "cool."

and that's all it takes for you to be in this position, back arched perfectly with your supple breats pressed against the counter top as eren fucks you from behind, chorus' of moans leaving your lips.

"e-eren wait!"

"wait on what? don't play with me, take it and don't run." you felt a pleasurable sting on your ass, gifted to you by the man who was rearranging your guts with vigor.

not once did he stop or pause, lifting your foot so he could plunge into your deeper.

he grabs a fist of your hair, bringing his lips to your ear allowing you to hear the raspiness and deepiness of his tone as he fucked you.

"this what you wanted right...nasty fucking attitude cause you wanted some dick."

feeling the pleasure build in your tummy, begging for a release you grip unto the counter as eren's paced sped up. a series of broken sentences and sweet moans leaving your plump liips as he bullied your pussy with his cock.

"if dick's what you want, ima fucking spoil you with it."

[sturniolosdeer]

Never home - C. Sturniolo.

In which... you start feeling bad about body. you see all these pretty influencers and models who look perfect. Chris is slowly drifting away from your relationship. you think it's your fault but really it's just work..

Warnings... Angst, angerissuses!chris, body dismorphia, argument, use of y/n, etc.. I don't know what else.

Fiah speaking... Hellooo! I haven't made a fic in a while, so sorry if this is bad, lol. I wanna make this a series, though....

so, this got more votes for it to be a series so yeah it's gonna be a series

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You were currently sitting in bed, on your phone, scrolling through your feed, seeing all these gorgeous girls you cold look like. You looked at the time, 9:35, Chris wouldn't come home for a couple more hours. He's always working on ideas or filming for he and his brothers' channels. You wished maybe he could take a few days off or something. You then just got up off bed and decided to get ready for bed. You set your phone down to charge and walked to your shared bathroom. You turn the shower on warm water and undress yourself. You then turned to look at the mirror.. "God, why do I look so disgusting.." You mumble softly. You set your hands on your belly, why couldn't you be skinny like those models..?

You groan in annoyance and just get into the shower, you feel the droplets of water fall down your chest and belly. You grab your loofah and add some of your favorite scent of body wash to it, Shea butter, You then start to exfoliate your skin. After washing your body, you get some shampoo and conditioner and scrub it into your hair. After just standing in the shower for a while, you decide to get out, grab your grey towel, and wrap it around your body. You then do everything like do skincare, brush your teeth, etc.

You get out and walk back into the bedroom and to the closet. You walk into the walk-in closet and grab a black tank top and matching shorts. You get dressed and brush your hair, you dry it, then walk back to the bed. You turn the side table lamps off and lay in bed. You get into the big comfy blanket and snuggle into it. At this point, it was almost 11 pm, and you heard the door downstairs open Chris was home. You could hear his footsteps walk up the stairs. The house was silent as he walked through the bedroom door. You pretend to sleep, so chris didn't say or do anything. He sees your figure "sleeping" and just undresses and stays in his tank top and boxers as he slips into bed.

He's had a hard few weeks with his brothers filming, he's exhausted. He sleeps on his side of the bed, inches of space the two you, hes been a bit more distant and cold around you. You wanted his touch. You wanted his cuddles. You needed him to hold you in his arms. You then hear his breathing and little snores, you turned to face him, he was already asleep. God he looked so adorable, you just sigh and close your eyes, you then start to fall asleep with the teddy bear Chris got you guys in your first date.

morning.

It was 7 am, On a Saturday morning. You were still asleep but you could feel and hear Chris stirring awake. You decided to also wake up since you rarely ever see him in the mornings. Your eyes flutter open and you two make eye contact. "G'mornin." He mumbles tiredly as he got up off bed, "good mornin baby.." you say softly with a smile, you just now noticed you guys talked for the first time in days since he wakes up early and comes home late. "Youre leaving right now..? It's so early and I thought you filmed yesterday.." you say a with a bit of disappointment in your face. "Yeah.. me, Matt and Nick gotta come up with ideas, run some errands and some meetings. We've been busy, you know that." He says a bit coldly.

"Oh, sorry.. you're just never home.." You say quietly, "Well obviously y/n. I'm never home so I can build our future. Now let me be. I gotta go soon, or I'll be late, damnnit." He mutters, looking for his keys. You bit your lip, not wanting to break down. You get up and go downstairs to at least make him something to eat. You get to the kitchen and make him a quick breakfast sandwich.

You grab the loaf of bread that was on the counter, eggs, sausage, and cheese. You make the sandwich and heat it quickly in the oven. You put it on a plate and set it on the counter for him to grab when he leaves. You sigh, you wish he was here more. You go and sit in the living room and just watch some TV as you cuddled on the couch. You hear his footsteps walking down the stairs, you look to see him grabbing the sandwhich, "This is f'me, right?" He asked, you just nod and don't say a word. He shrugs and just leave the house without saying goodbye.

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Hihihihi I dunno if this is good or not. I hope you guys like this, but I feel like I used "you" to much and added like a bit too much details

Bye for now my pretty people.

[bobardo]

requestin a lil… nsfw alphabet with carmy berzatto (au or not is up to u!) bc i am GONE GONE GONE for this guy and the way you write him - 🍓nonnie <33

BERRY GET OUT OF MY HEAD I WAS JS THINKING ABT MAKING ONE OF THESEEEEE

tw!! nsfw alphabet. this shit finna get filthy y'all 😝. buckle up!

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

ok i think boxer!carmy is the type to wanna hold his cub after sex for literally as long as possible like. arms still wrapped around her waist even after she's come down from that fuzzy, floaty headspace he sends her to, fingers tickling the flesh of her forearms, supple thighs, her bruised up, heaving chest, her sagged shoulder, or curled up in her mussed hair, scratching gently at her sweaty scalp. when he goes supa hard on his girl i can see him being extra attentive (like he's always there when she needs him but he refuses to leave her side when he's been rougher than usual—carries her everywhere like a small child, hand feeds her foods, keeps her off her feet more than her had when he had her on her damn back). he's always asking if she needs anything from him or if she's feeling good or if he'd been too rough with her anywhere—just very sweet and kinda anxious to make her as comfortable as fucking humanly possibly because he's just so thankful for her and fucking grateful that she fits to him—molds to his whims—so perfectly :((

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

ASSSSS!!!! like carmen berzatto loves his cub and could spend hours trying to find the words to describe her ethereal beauty but this man is a SUCKER for her pretty ass :)). he definitely pretends to hit it from the back any and every fucking time she's bent over; he's holding her there when she's in his lap, stood beside him, tucked into his side, embraced in his burly biceps—hugging his big body, her little hands grasping at the broad of his back with his massive paws pressed into the fat of her ass :(((. he likes to lay his head on it when he finds her laying on her stomach across the bed, scrolling mindlessly through her phone or reading a book or stetching in her notebook. other times he come in and eye her there from the doorframe for a minute, head titled curiously, and then come up behind her—quiet enough that she usually doesn't notice—and issue a sure smack to her teasing bottom. carmy just loves to grab it, smack it, lick it, bite it, kiss it; and she makes it damn hard not to with those tight and tiny clothes she insists on wearin' all the time—not that he's really fuckin' complaining. he just loves cub's ass :)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think carmy doesn't really care where he comes as long as it's on or in his cub. like obviously he loves spilling into her sweet cunt, or down her tight throat, but he's also obsessed with rubbing himself into her skin—printing, marking—coming hard over her soft tummy, or her arched back; her bite ridden, spit-slicked breasts, or her hand-printed, irritated ass, and massaging his essence into her flesh... idk it makes him dizzy and gets his cock stirring equally as fast as watching his cum drip from her ruined pussy or her throat bob as she swallows a load she's just given him does. hard decisions :((

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

well this secret has been revealed already but bear loves cub's pretty pink toes :)) she's usually always wearing heals—a personal preference—so he lovessss when she comes home after a long day and makes him unbuckle and/or slip her shoes off and give her a foot rub. flops down on the bed or couch and tugs her legs over his lap, leans forward to grab the shea butter and tv remote to hand to his cub. and takes a dollop of shea butter and rubs it into his palms as she picks some rom-com—set it up tonight, a fan favorite—to watch before taking one of her feet in his paws, smoothing the moisturizer into her skin, soothing the ache, digging them out from the crevices of her muscles with those heavenly fingers of his. in the bedroom, he kisses and sucks on her little pink toes, keeps them pressed against his pecs when he's got her on her back, pulls them up to his stomach when he's got her on all fours. he just thinks they're so cute, little pink things, and he loves the way she reacts when he sucks them into his mouth it makes his head spin almost as much as when they’re sliding up and down the length of his hard cock.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

boxer!carmy was a whore. key word; was, but still, you know? that little comment about ring girls he made to his cub during their first fight was not just some information he picked up after years of being in the industry, carmy knows. it's a fact that his cub loves to throw in his face whenever he gets unreasonably jealous at her interaction with the male species, because she has to watch him get swarmed by ten different scarcely clothed girls every time he wins a fight with a fucking smile on her face; he can suffer through a few minutes of her making idle conversation with the opposite sex.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

oh lawd i feel like this is a toss up between missionary and doggy. carm loves missionary because, for one, he gets to see his cub's gorgeous face and study each reaction and inflection she offers him. he can easily reach for her heaving tits and squeeze them in his massive paws, or lean down to suckle a trail of hickies over them. he'll throw her legs over his shoulders and fall into her, folding her in on herself, spreading her open for him, sneak his hand down between their bodies to smear his thumb over her clit. but then there's doggy where he can press and play with her perfect ass as he sinks his cock into her to the root, pushing down on the bend of her back to force her farther into and arm, face smushed against the sheets, shoulders slumped, ass up and pressed tight to her bear. more hard decisions :(((

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i definitely think our bear is more on the serious side. it certainly wouldn't ruin the moment if he tripped over himself when trying to yank down his pants, or they bump foreheads or he gets elbowed when he manhandles her around where he wants her, a brief, soft and loving laugh exchanged between them. but they fall right back into each other when the moment has passed, drunk of both lust and love, a fatal attraction. their affection—obsession—for one another is too serious for their sex to be any different.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

despite his honorific, carmy keeps it clean down there. not smooth-shaven, but not prickly or bushy either. it's just the right length and amount that it's honestly more attractive that he isn't completely smooth. he prefers to wax, and will shave to trim up anywhere thats needed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

our boy carmy craves being close, so it's hard to imagine him being anything but intimate when he's with his girl, between the sheets or not. no one said he was conventionally intimate, however. he shows his intimacy through a hand sealed to the hinge of her jaw, keeping her mouth near his. or with fingers digging into hips, locking her to his cock; through a fist in her scalp, or a hand pressing down on the bulge in her stomach. i feel like carm is more primally intimate than romantically intimate, you know? anywhore...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't even remember the meaning of the term 💀 only if the hand jacking his stiff cock belongs to his cub :))

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh em gee this actually just popped into my brain but like i can see carm lwk liking temperature play but like not normal?? y'all HEAR ME OUT THERE'S A VISION. after like a particularly brutal fight (our baby won still, dw) carmy has to take an ice bath to soothe his muscles, so he slips inside a large tin bath with his girl by he side, sitting in a chair pulled next to the bath. he's shivering as he sinks down to his neck, heavy breath coming through pursed lips, hands clenched into fits beneath the ice. he curses under his breath but eventually settle, his cub's hand pressing sweaty curls away from his forehead. he rolls his head back against the padded ledge and flits his droopy eyes up to her, smiling softly. and then, unprovoked, "come sit on m'face, cub." and like... ok! so she moves her chair to the head of the tub and then sits with her front facing the back of the chair. she grips the top of her seat as carmy fits his head between her parted thighs and lifts his freezing arms from the ice water and "quiet f'me, baby, don't need anybody walkin' in." so... yeah 💆🏽‍♀️

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

carmen will fuck his girl literally anywhere in the house—it's their fucking penthouse, he should be able to shove his cock inside his cub whenever, wherever, and however he fucking feels like. i feel like they fuck in the locker room way too often in the beginning stages of their relationship, and at least twice in the actual arena on the canvas of the ring. oh, he lovessss a good car and/or limo sesh, reminds him of their first time <333

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

literally anything his cub does. anything. some favorites, though, are when she dances for, with, or on him, when she licks sweat from his skin in some feral display of affection, when she tries to manhandle him the way he can her, and when she asks him for help—seriously, she's so goddamn stubborn and coy that she rarely ever just asks for something, there's always some game to play.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hmmm i think he would never do anything with a knife or something involving blood when it comes to his cub—like, if there's cuts and bruises on his body from a fight and she's pressin' and kissin' and bitin' on them, drawing his ichor to the surface, he's not gonna stop the show. but if he claws at her flesh hard enough to scrape away a few layers of skin and draws crimson to the surface, he's literally throwing a fit, like borderline calling an ambulance, about to report himself for a crime. he's not against the infliction of pain in a sexual context—clearly not, he'll bite and smack and yank his cub to his heart's content—but the second it turns from something enticingly heady into something hurtful and damning all facades are dropped and he's tending to his sweetheart :((

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

bear is a MUNCHHHHH!! he's always gagging to get his head between his cub's thighs, and he's damn good at it. he pays close attention every time he's down there, listens for every bleat and moan she lets slip past her plump lips, hands soothing any patch of flesh he can paw at. he'd never turn down his cub's—hot and wet around him; knows everything he likes, needs, to finish him off—but if she says some dumb shit like, "do you want me to give you head or do you want to give me head?" he pulling her into him and ripping at whatever his blocking his mouth from her sweet pussy so he can fucking show her what he wants—

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think it deffffinitely depends on the mood/situation. like he always sets the pace in the moment, based off the vibe the night has curated and the way his girl has been behaving for the night. HEAVY on the behavior; all she has to do is be good and she'll get what she asks for—but we've established she doesn't ask for anything, she plays games, and so why would this be any fucking different. so i suppose most of the time it's firm and deep but not necessarily fast, only when she begs for it, and, on the rare occasion she plays nice, he takes soft and slow with his sweet cub.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

if his girl's down, he's down 😛.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i feel like he's open to anything that doesn't cause real harm to his cub. like he'll try out exhibitionism with her if she wants to but only in a controlled environment. keeps the details to himself so she feels like it's raw and unstaged, but he'd for sure rent out like a club or restaurant and fuck her on the table in front of everyone—everyone being a group of paid, NDA signed actors, you know?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

MJ said it best y'all; he's makin' sweet love 'til the break of dawn 🤧 (like regardless if he just got beat down—if his girl wants his cock, she's getting his cock).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don't think carm every had or really used toys before he met his girl, and they don't use them particularly often in the bedroom to begin with, but he's not averse to them, and when they do it's always a good time—for some more than others (the some being carmen, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of his twitching cub, c'mon, baby, gimme more, gimme that fuckin' cream—).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jesus lord 😖. mean, mean, mean man, our bear :(( he riles his cub up 37,000 times a day and leaves her high and soaked each time. slips a rogue hand up her skirt to pet at her clothed pussy, fits his hand to her jaw when she gets snippy, keeps a hand on her—usually her ass—at all times, tell her to open up when he pulls away from a kiss to offhandedly spit in her sweet mouth. then he just... smiles and gives her an unnecessary wink, moseying off to do whatever it is that he does :(((

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i'm a FIRM believer that cub is the only person—despite carm's gross (in her opinion) body count—that can make him moan, you know? like deep, from the pit of his stomach, rooted in the pleasure she stirs in the belly of the beast—the bear, her bear—a low, rumbling moan fallen past his red, bitten lips, parting and un-parting over stuttered breaths. like she makes him sing the way he does for her, and she's the only one that can :))

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he lets her use the tip to scroll 💀 (i can imagine this so vividly in my head 😭 😭) BUT ANYWAY i think our bear likes nip sucking...idk i can just see him with a lactation kink :)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i feel like i covered this the best i could in the first time blurby but if it wasn't clear our man is THICK. like his cock is no longer then six, six and half inches long, but the width??? literally tearing his girl in two 🤕

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

IF HIS GIRL'S DOWN, HE'S DOWN, SHE IS HIS SEX DRIVE.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

boxer!carmy only falls alseep after he knows he's girl is knocked out for the night. he tickles, gentle, with his finger-pads, up and down her arm, whispers sweet praises in her ear and presses kisses to her sweaty temple and lull her into a dreamy, sated state and eventually to bed. only then, with her nose pressed into his neck and her hands bunched up at his chest, tucked in his side, with her leg thrown over his slowly rising and falling stomach, does he allow his eyes to grow heavy with sleep. when (if) he dreams, he dreams of her.

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a/n: this was fun!! hope u enjoy my berry 😚

not edited/proofread!

[ooouuunahnah]

Pt2

-your pro hero husband Izuku making it up to you for staying late at work the night before <3

18+ minors DNI SMUTT AHEAD

Im barely in the door when- again, im practically tackled by my husband and I’m starting to feel a sense of Deja vu. “Izuku at least shut the door.”, I protest as his lips latch onto the base of my neck.

The door slams and I catch a glimpse of black whip disappearing into his body, I roll my eyes but he finally captures my lips and I sigh into the kiss. Before I can comprehend his actions he’s already hooked his hands under my thighs slammed me on the kitchen island before resuming his relentless touches.

I’ve missed this, THIS is what I’ve been craving all weekend to be held to be touched by my husband ; and the hardness of him grinding into me tells me he misses this just as much as I do. Although clearly not enough to come home at a decent hour last night.

Irritation rolls through me at that thought, of me going to bed last night with an ache only he can satisfy; it pisses me off. Izuku senses the change in the atmosphere and pauses his advances, he eyes me hesitantly before repeating his words from earlier this morning. “Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night. I running behind of paperwork at the office and there wasn’t enough time in the day to get it all done.”

He averts his eyes seeing your unforgiving gaze remains unmoved, “I 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 for you last night. I lathered myself in shea butter, sprayed some expensive ass perfume, and put on the sexiest pair of underwear I own. Just for you to text- not even call! And tell me you weren’t coming, that you preferred paperwork over me.”

Okay so you were being a bit dramatic but you were tired of being the understanding wife waiting for when her husband can free up his time with her and pretending to be okay when he cancels on you; it doesn’t help that you were really horny last night.

You look up at izuku who’s giving you an apologetic look as he gives you his full attention, you avert your gaze as you cross your arms and a pout forms on your lips.” And it didn’t help that I 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 needed your help last night.”

He pauses the circles he’s been drawing circles on your still clothed thigh and looks up at you, that all too familiar 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 glazing his eyes. “Yeah?” He breaths, scarred hands snaking around you to touch the bare skin underneath your shirt.

You suck in a breath at the contact, “What did you need my help with ?” You flush under his intense gave, if you were a few shades lighter he might actually see pink. Responding to your silence he begins to plant soft kisses on your jaw, neck, and the space in between your collar bone and breast.

“ Baby,” he reaches up and unclips your bra. Again he says “𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲,” this time is thumb is teasing the underside of your breast. “How can I make it up to you if you don’t tell me what you needed..what you still need.”

A shudder rolls through me as he finally runs his hands over my breast. My legs spread for him unconsciously and he takes the opportunity to step further in between them, before I can protest he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls both my shirt and bra over my head.

In a swift movement his lips clasp over my nipple and he sucks the soft skin into his mouth while his hand gives the other breast some attention. My breath hitches as he drags his teeth over the sensitive bud, I stifle a moan to prevent giving him the satisfaction of any more reactions from me; he’s still in the dog house.

He chuckles under his breath at your defiance, thinking to himself because what’s about to be 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 funny is how quick you forgive him after he tongue kisses your lips; and if it wasn’t clear he’s not talking about the lips on your face.

Izuku cleans you back on the island , lifts your hips and tugs off your undergarments with ease. You shiver at the contact of your bare body with the coolness of the island. All you see is his green curls from your spot on the island as he dips his head in between your legs and starts trailing wet kissing on your thighs , deliberately slowing up as he nears the place you need him most.

He licks and kisses you everywhere teasing your entrance and denying you any of the delicious friction you crave. “𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮.” He smiles against your core amused by your breathy whines, he lifts up from in between your thighs tilting his head he smiles at the fucked out expression you wear on your face though you’ve been nowhere near fucked yet.

“Hm, you ready to speak up yet?” You frown at him not finding his teasing amusing at all. He spreads your thighs slightly pushing them towards you, “what do you want baby?” Deciding to give up the stubborn act so you can get laid and get out you mutter a reply “You.” “What was that ? I really need you to speak up sweetheart.”

With his reply you almost kick the shit eating grin off his face. Tired of the banter you turn your attention towards the ceiling and sigh. “You Izu, I’ve wanted- 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 you all weekend.” You miss the way izuku’s eyes soften at your confession, “So if you would do me a damn favor for once this whole-“ Your words are replaced with a strangled moan as your husband sucks your clit into his mouth.

You tangle your hands in his hair as you open your legs to give him more access. Hes not taking his time with you as he would normally do, hes licking and tasting 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 you; he groans against your core relishing the taste of his beautiful wife.

You’re desperately grinding against his face chasing your climax but just as you’re about to reach its peak he pulls away with a lewd smack of his lips. You whine in protest, “ Izuku please, why’d you stop?” He rising from his place in between your thighs, grabbing them and pulling you towards the edge; he tenderly grabs your face.

“You can come on my tongue later, right now I need you to come on me.” You roll your eyes, “Your tongue IS a part of y-“ he cuts you off my slamming himself into your warmth. You swear you almost fall off of the island, the sudden reunion of your bodies almost being too much.

Izuku wraps an arm around your waist before you have the chance to tip over, bringing his face close to yours. “Just shut. Up. And let me fuck you like I was supposed to last night.”

You can taste yourself on his tongue as he kisses you, he pulls his hips back just to slam back into you and you moan against his lips. He’s looking into your eyes as he penetrates you over and over and saying your name as a silent prayer “f-fuck Y/N, I’ve missed this I’ve missed you baby.”

You can only gasp and moan in response your climax resurfacing. “Don’t stop Izuku.” He doesn’t respond, just ruts into you with newfound purpose. “I’m so sorry for not giving you this last night but I’m here now.” He sharply thrust into you, “This what you wanted?” Angling his hips to hit the spot you’ve needed most and now you’re coming undone.

Your shaking as your orgasm rips through you, tightening your arm around his neck you look into your husbands eyes, “Izuku.” You strain a breath, “ I know baby,” his hips are stuttering now, his pace becoming sloppy. “Fuckk I know.” His lips find yours and he’s spilling into, grinding against your hips and riding out his high.

He holds you both there for a moment panting, breathing in each others air. Moments pass and he breaks the silence, “So-“ he pulls back to look at you, a satisfied grin spreading across his face; “you still mad at me?” He tilts his head to see the frown etched on your face.

“Yes.” He smiles, “Guess I’ll have to keep making it up to you then.” He starts to move inside you again. You pull away from him, “Izuku no! I have places to be today.” “ I can’t let the love of my life leave the house still mad at me.” He slides back into you and he’s here to stay. You ended up canceling your plans due to your hangover from multiple orgasms your husband forced, fucked, and sucked out of you until you finally accepted his apology.

RIP Y/N’s back it will be missed. 🙏🏽

I’m sorry the smut was short guys it’s my first time and I’m learning how to write it hope u enjoyed <3 -𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃

[neonovember]

Golden Boy

part three of three

warnings; filth, angst, lover boy, self deprecation, anxiety, mentions of death, smut, heartbreak, fluff, face fucking, oral (m recieving), piv (wrap it yall), 18+, explicit language, Richie, carmen being in love, the nickname bear, some very not so slef inserted heartbreak and love confessions

w/c: 6k

a/n: this request really changed from a drabble to a 3 part series holy fuck i need a job, but really this is actually so self fulfilling to be able to deliver your requests about a character i love we all love so much! it’s like we’ve created this aesome little community here :) i love this universe sooo much so be sure there will be drabbles connected to this series

BEAR COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A DAY! LET’S START AMPING IT UP

also if anyone was wondering how i’d imagine high school!carmen it would honestly be this one edit i saw of lip ages ago lmaoo

The dull rain of the shower resounded through your bathroom, the rest of your things had been delivered in the early Friday morning, and you rushed to enjoy the high water pressure Mae had boasted about before you moved in.

The steam has begun to fog up your mirror, and you wipe a hand across it, your reflection distorted between the streaks of your fingertips. Today was the day. You would finally see Carmen again and your body was racked with fear like it was the day you left him.

After you had come back from the Farmers Market, you had received a text from Sugar, and you spent the afternoon unloading everything to her about work, your move back and most importantly Carmen. 

You and Sugar had grown close after you and Carmen had become friends, in fact, you had grown close to the entire family before you left for New York. And all it took was a phone call for you and Sugar to fall back into that familiarity once again, all you hoped was that it would be the same for you and Carmen.

Once Mae had finished up with work, the both of you, as promised shared a bottle of a wine and a blunt where she had squealed at your news of the dinner, and, despite your protests on the phone brought a rosy hued summer dress that she had begged you to keep. 

It was left on a hanger on the door hook, and you stare at the gorgeous wave of the hem, and dip of the neckline that you had got you looking at Mae in doubt. She had screamed when you had tried it now, boasting about her amazing fashion sense and how utterly ruined Carmen would be.

You steered clear from feeding into her delusions, Carmen could be married for god's sake, whilst you were thinking if he would like the colour of your dress. He was not though, you had practically burned the entire timeline of his socials into your retina and there had not been a single indication of Carmen having a partner. But he had always been sort of secretive, and you couldn't hold onto the hope that Carmen hadn’t taken a liken to any one of the hundred girls that threw themselves at him.

I mean, it wasn't like he was waiting for you, right?

The heat of the shower spread through your body and you sighed in relief as the water loosened the soreness of your muscles that had begun to ache. You had a couple hours until the time Sugar and Richie had told you to come in, and you spent it leisurely, washing your hair carefully, and scrubbing your skin clean with the multitude of products you had accumulated the second you had more money to spend on just food, rent and utilities. 

You forget to put a bath mat near the shower, and the cool stone is stained with your wet footsteps. You make quick work of drying yourself off before reaching for the same old bottle of shea butter you hadn't stopped using since high school. It was on its last leg, the worn label tearing apart, and soon enough you would have to cut it open to get to the last droplets. Old habits die hard and you had been a broke college student for a long fucking time.

After you've finished with your makeup and curling your hair so that it lay in soft blown out curls, you carefully and not so gracefully step into the dress. You don't own a lot of nice pieces like this, and you were forever grateful to Mae for coming in the way she did even despite your protests. 

Because as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realise you look pretty fucking hot. You put on the last of your jewellery, spritz yourself with some perfume, before sliding your feet into flats that wouldn't destroy your feet. You reach for your phone, the time flashing 6:30 and later than you had anticipated.

Stress fills you at the thought of coming late, especially since you really only knew three people there, but you force yourself to calm down with a breath, realising the beef was only a 5 minute drive from your place anyway.

The drive to the Beef was one that was filled with anxiety and glee, you couldn't help keeping the smile off your face as you passed through the familiar roads leading up to the family restaurant. Despite the familiarity of the streets, your mind always finds its way back to the most familiar place of all, Carmen. You wonder what he might look like all grown into himself, you've followed his many strides in the culinary world, even if you didn't understand a bit of the kitchen itself, but you were unbelievably proud of every award he had and numerous received. But that had been all online, to see Carmen in person was a whole different thing entirely.

It was an experience, to see the way he’d body moved, from the light touches of his fingers helping you play guitar to the way he glided through the kitchen concentrating on cooking you up new recipes he’d made.

He’d take criticism from only you, even if Mickey's loud booming voice intercepted your comments from across the kitchen island. You had to sniffle back tears at the memory of it, Mickey and Carmen were so incredibly close, you feel like a fraud having not been there for him when he died, how could you even call yourself his friend? 

The truth was, you and Carmen had a horrible way of dealing with grief, you were battling with your own loss at the time, getting news of Micheal’s death only months after your own Father had died from a drunk driver. You had come back to Chicago for the funeral before running back to New York and stuffing yourself with your work. The pain had been too great then and the regret of leaving your brother and mother to clean up the mess had eaten you alive for years. 

You and Carmen had a habit of stuffing your emotions into tight spaces. Your father, Mickey, the both of your absence in each other's lives, it was a grief you wore well.

In the knots in your shoulder, in the bags underneath your eyes, in the aching hearth of your heart, in the emptiness of your suppressed stomach. As well as you could anyway.

But the world keeps turning, and the view of the renovated Beef catches your eye as you shakily turn into the car park adjacent. You can’t run now, there isn’t a back door you can slip through and a plane you can catch to escape the reality of your past. 

This was it, had this been what you had waited for? 

You can feel your heart in your throat as you walk through the car park, the soft lantern lights hanging across the top of the restaurant in ribbons. The place had changed from the last time you'd seen it, the rotting wood replaced with pristine painted planks and the cloudy windows now crystal clear. It even had a name change, replaced instead with the unmistakable nickname of Carmen,

Bear

Sugar had texted you to meet at the front, and as you bite your lip in anticipation, you see a blonde haired woman shout back a swear before walking towards the front of the Beef, her eyes catching you through the front windows, shooting up in surprise and glee, before rushing through the doors.

“Holy fucking shit! You were always hot Bug but goddamn, you outdid yourself! How are you my love?” Sugar replies, reaching to gather you in her arms. 

You press your face into the familiar scent of her, and you sigh in relief as your fears begin to dissolve, you weren't utterly alone here.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Carm is going to fucking implode when he see’s you” Sugar whispers with a grin, in which u shake yout head with a chuckle.

“Uh I don’t know about that, we haven’t really talked in, well, since High school” You reply honestly, you may have lied to Richie, but you couldn't escape Sugar’s bull-shit- detector gaze.

“You both were always so scared to make the first move, Mikey had to hold me back a couple times from just locking you both in a room and forcing you both to confess” Sugar replies with a grin

“Confess? What do you mean” You reply, and Sugar shakes her head with a chuckle,

“Don’t bullshit me Bug, it’s as clear as day. You both were inseparable then, and you will be inseparable now, everyone has their own timeline.”

You nod with a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you thought back to the call you had received asking you to join the design group in charge of revamping Madison Avenue. So much had changed since then, and it was about time that you faced what you couldn't 8 years ago.

“You changed him, ya know?” Sugar says, all of a sudden into the comfortable silence between you.

“Hm?” You reply

“I don’t know. Carm, he’s just, he’s distant, always has been. And then somehow, you became friends and there was this just change in him. He started to smile and laugh more, started opening up to us, because of you. Whether or not you realise it, you marked him in a way that was permanent you know? And when you left- well, it all went to shit, he was fucking destroyed and the only person that could help him was Mikey, and you, you get the rest of it” Sugar sighs, shaking her head as you stare at her.

“Sometimes, I’d bring you up, or-or we’d be talking about a new building, architecture or whatever, anything that related to you, and you'd just see him shutdown. He needs you hun, he doesn’t realise it but its like he’s fucking decaying without you.”

Anyone else and you would have shaken your head, but it was Sugar, and all the years you've known her she hadn't once sugar coated anything. 

“It was always going to be Carm, Sugar. A million times over and it would always be him” You reply, a tight smile on your face as you try and blink back tears, and she nods with a frown. 

“No crying, god I told myself I wouldn't cry” Sugar says, shaking her body as you laugh, sliding a hand in hers before walking into the Bear.

You aren't given enough time to investigate the changes to the restaurant, eyes glancing at pictures frames and stainless kitchen benches before stepping into a decorated back dining space, fixed with a long table covered with steaming plates of food and entrees. 

The sound of your footsteps has the entire room coming to a halt, and you scan the many people seated at the long table, their eyes watching you with a look of surprise before recognition floods across them. 

You can't recognise a single face, all unfamiliar to you but you get the strange feeling they know who you are, as they await for you to speak.

“Uh, Hello, um, you all probably have no idea who I am and this is kind of weird so-” You ramble nervously, trying and failing to introduce yourself to the many people watching your every move.

“Oh carino, you are gorgeous! You must be Carmen’s friend?” A short hispanic woman grins, making her way over to pull you into a hug, and the move causes the entire table of people to come over and introduce themselves. 

You can’t stop keeping the smile off your face, as you learn about each of the amazing people around you who have kept your sweet boy company. They were incredible, and you don’t doubt they shared a bond you only ever built working together, piecing together where Carmen had spent his time, and recognising the glimpses of faces you had seen on the walls you had walked by.

You converse easily with Sydney, a young aspiring chef who had kept Carmen on his toes, but your mind isn’t exactly present. Your eyes are glancing every second at the door, waiting for the man you've been dreaming of since you were 18 to walk through those doors.

You hear a tumble coming from the back door leading to the alleyway behind the Bear, before the familiar voice of Richie yells out incoherent curse words. You aren't able to prepare yourself for the footsteps coming up the steps and into the entrance of the dining room before Carmen cerulean blues catch you immediately. 

His eyes take their time with you, indulging in the peek of skin from the slit in the dress, before they trail up to your hips, snaking around your waist and blinking back at the dip of your cleavage. Carmen is undone, entranced by the way you hug and fill out the dress so perfectly, it does something to him he feels guilty about. Like the moments he would thrust up into the column of his fists after that one party where you leaned against him, or when he remembered the taste of your body wash.

Carmen is scared to move his eyes up to your face, fearing that he will be irrevocably gone if he does, but he does it anyway, because he's wasted enough time without you, and he can’t bear the seconds past him by without seeing the face he's dreamt of since forever

Carmen has to reach for the table near him, gripping the wood in his fists as he steadies himself when he sees you for the first time. He has to bite back his immediate response to let out a swear, his eyes trailing along every curve and line of your features he has begun to forget. The rush of memories, and feelings of you unleash within him like an unyielding current, breaking down every wall and shield he’s put up to stop it. It was fruitless, Carmen knew one day it would all come crashing down, because it was always going to be you, a thousand times over.

You let out a shaky breath as you catch his eyes fluttering over every single feature, you should feel self conscious but you don’t, you bare your entire self to him. You furrow your brow as you take in the honey caramel wisps of his hair pushed behind his ears. Your eyes catch the numerous inked sketches running along his arms and hands, you yearn to run your fingers along them, feel his veins jut out, they trail up his arm, like a stream and you have to swallow back the desire that had begun to unfurl at the vision in front of you.

He was utterly beautiful, his clean shirt contorted and stretched from the sheer size of him, the muscle and girth of his biceps and shoulders were so different to the lanky teenager you fell in love with. You feel a sadness at the thought of not seeing him since then, it had truly been too long. 

He still wore his chef apron, though it lay untied and around his neck like he had quickly run into the kitchen to fix something.

You don’t know how you’re able to form the words, but you can hear yourself calling his name like a plead

“Hey Bear” You whisper, the tears at your waterline one whisper away from falling

And it’s the simple sound of your voice that has Carmen crashing and falling, swallowing back tightly.

“Hey” 

You can make out Sugar calling everyone out to the front of the house, mumbling about flying pigs or whatever conjured up lie to leave you both alone. But it’s practically white noise around you, as your eyes remain forever on Carmen, like they always wore.

There's a silence that stretches between you two, and you feel the distance between you both from your fingertips.

“Thought I told you I’d punch your stomach if you cried” You say with a smile, tears falling down your cheeks and Carmen crumbles at your words, it's like his been hit by a freight truck, when you reminder of that day, but he still lets out chuckle, looking up at you with a grin.

“So I hear you're redesigning our very own Madison Avenue?” Carmen says, and it's like he’s been practising and rehearing the sentence over and over in his mind, it sounds more like a script than something he truly wants to say.

And you see through his bullshit, turning your head to the side as you look at him like he's translucent, and Carmen gives up before he is even able to start, what’s the point of faking it now when you could both see through each other.

“God, you're beautiful” Carmen says after a beat, the blues of his iris crashing and falling into a deeper depth as he looks at you. You blush, you never blush, you only ever blush for Bear.

“Carmen..” You whisper, the tears continuing to fall and roll down your neck

“Why didn't I tell you? God why didn't I?” Carmen says in a tight voice, like he's holding himself back, like he's holding himself from breaking, and you want to reach out and hold him instead.

You feel your heart drop, as you look up at him in anticipation, no no no??. You didn’t run half way across the state, you didn't spend years searching for Carmen in relationships and first dates, no- how? All this time. All this fucking time you could have spent with him, whether long distance, in New York, whatever, you would’ve made it work, hell you would have travelled endlessly for him.

“Why didn't you?” You breathe out. letting every tear and cry loose. And Carmen lets out a breath, your eyes communicating what your mouth could not for 10 years, letting your body shake with grief at the truth of it all.

Carmen feels his entire world breaking, he can feel the ground beneath him shake, he is consumed with you, you you you, and always and forever you.

“All this time..” Carm replies, shaking his head, laughing a little to himself as he stares at you in grief and love

“Yeah” You chuckle, before tears spill down your cheeks, and Carmen kind of breaks too, all the worries and missed time and love you would have shared out in the open between you. You both had been so foolish, so wrapped up in the fear of rejection/ruining your friendship you had ruined it all instead.

“I love you, I have loved you the moment I walked you home. I have loved you desperately, I loved you from afar, I have loved even when you didn’t know it”

“God Carmy, my sweet golden boy, I always knew it” You sniffle, and Carmen scrunches his eyebrows, grinding his teeth against his jaw as he shakes his head, undoing his apron so that he doesn’t get your gorgeous dress dirty, pulling you close to him. You reach for his hand, its size massive in yours, as you bring it to your chest

“You feel that? My heart beats for you Carmen, only you, forever you” You whisper, as you hold onto his hand tight

“I was just- I was so scared, so scared that I would ruin everything, our friendship, it was the one thing going for me and I couldn’t ask you, I couldn’t ask you to love me?” Carmen says, shaking his head like even saying the words felt stupid

“Carmen you are worth loving, I loved you then and I love you now. Sugar was telling me about how I changed you and you know what I was thinking the entire time? How everytime I think back to those years before my heart just aches. It aches because I have always been searching for you, Carm, my body yearns and reaches for you every day, you were the one thing that made me feel like I could make it out of here. That if I tried hard enough, if I had you believing in me too, I could really do it.

“And you know what Carmen? I did do it, I’m back in Chicago designing something that I believe in and I still feel so out of place. I feel scattered, like half of my body and mind is missing, and I’ve always known, even when I didn’t, that you kept that part of me. You held it safe, and I want it back, I want you back Carmen. I want my boy back.” 

“It was always going to be you Carm, that’s the truth, I love I love I love love love you” You breathe out, your heart hammering against your chest as you let all the chips fall where they may, you each Carmens face, trying to decipher the look on his face.

You want to know what he's thinking, have you scared him? Does he not love you anymore? And it's like Carmen can tell the thoughts are consuming you because you can't think of them anymore, in fact you can't think at all except the feel of Carmen lips pushed up against your own.

They’re pillowy and soft, and it takes you a second before you kiss him back with such reverence that you swallow back each other’s groans. You don’t come up for air, you won't, you can't let him slip through your fingers again, Carmen can’t let himself lose you now, with the taste of you on his tongue, so sweet like he imagined you to be.

Carmen fears he might combust, that he might dissolve into a puddle right in front of you because you taste so good, he slides a hand up your neck pressing you closer to his chest as you grip his shirt in tight fists.

Carmen can feel himself smiling into your lips, and it causes you to let out a chuckle, allowing Carmen to press his canines into your lip, just a little, a nibble that has you moaning out loudly in a way that shocks you both.

You press your body impossibly closer to Carmen’s, until you can feel him nudge against the curve of your stomach, grinding down against him until he grip’s your waist tight, pushing you deeper until you both have to let go with a breath.

“You don’t know how long I have waited to do that” Carmen says, his eyes still shut, like he was savouring the taste of you that was on his tongue, on his lips, his skin, everywhere. Carmen wanted you everywhere.

“And how long I have waited to do this” You trail your nails across his chest, his eyes watching the mischievous grin on your face grow as you trail your fingers down his chest, resting on his belt before the sound of a yelp and a clap breaks out, causing you to retract your hand and causing Carmen to let out a whine.

The rest of the crew and Sugar come tumbling into the room, hootting with cheers and laughter like they had been pressing an ear to the door the entire time, which they probably had. Sugar makes her way over, hugging you both, and pressing a kiss to your cheek before punching Carmen lightly.

“You didn’t think I knew? God what kind of sister do you take me for??” 

It’s all a blur of laughter and smiles and light shooting colours, Carmen keeps his eyes on you the entire time, and you don’t leave his side, holding onto him like he might fly away. And in all the commotion, in all the light and laughter and love Carmen sees Mikey. Sees him in flashes, the nape of his neck, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a smile and he swears, Carmen swears he sees him nod towards him.

You let it rip, bear, you did it, you did it. 

And Carmen did, and he looks down at you in his arms surrounded by people he loved and his heart for the first time feels full. Carmen had written himself off to a life of fulfilment through his work, and whilst that was purposeful and important to him, he always felt like a piece of his life was missing, a piece of his heart, it was taken by you just as he had taken yours. 

And now he can’t mask himself from his feelings, he can't watch you from afar anymore, he wants you beneath him, wants to bottle your laugh and drink in to cure him. He's broken and he doesn’t deserve you but god with the way you look up at him? It makes him question everything, makes him think he's enough, that there might be a chance he's more than the vile words he calls himself.

He want to get better for you, for the both of you, and its overwhelming, all these feelings he feels all of a sudden, it's like a switch has turned on and he can’t stop it, it washes over him, those memories from before, and you grip his arm with a squeeze, looking up as him before walking him out, guiding him with a hand until he follows you out into the alleyway.

“Sorry, it just was a whole lot at once, I haven’t even properly asked about you and now the entire kitchen knows you and” Carmen rushes out, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously

“You forget how well I know you bear?” Is all you say, and you can see the way he relaxes into himself, looking up at you with a nod. And it’s true, you know him completely and utterly, and it’s almost a relief, it almost makes Carmen cry because for the first time he doesn't feel like he needs to explain himself. Carmen feels like he has someone who knows him deep down, knows all his flaws, and problems and issues, and still wants him. 

The thought is so foreign and strange but he stomach bubbles with the elated glee of the start of something, something you both know, deep down, was meant to happen whether it was now or in 30 years. You would always, always find each other, how could you not? When it felt like half of you had disappeared without them?

Carmen can’t help but a press another kiss to your lips, snaking his arm so that it rested on your hip, squeezing a little before you break from him

“The food in there looks lovely, but considering what has just occurred, do you want to go somewhere more..” You start

“Intimate? Fucking yes. I don’t need Richie watching me and Sugar breathing down my neck. There is so much..” Carmen replies, eyes having a bit of a faraway look as he thinks back to all the times he had wished he could confide in you but couldn't.

“Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?” You grin, holding out a hand that Carmen eagerly grasps, before practically running into whichever car is closest. 

You and Carmen end up in a dimly lit jazz bar that sells signature shirley temples and tampalas that make your heart sing. You spend the entire night talking about everything, you both spill the entire contents of your guts to each other and you couldn't be happier, wiping each other's tears when the love got too much and your chest filled with gratitude at finding each other again.

You tell him you're only here for 6 months, and you leave the bar calling Mae to extend your lease. It doesn't take long for you both to slide into the familairy of your friendship again, spending every waking moment with each other, fulfilling every desire, checking off every firsts, exploring Chicago again with the one man who's been waiting for you for eternity. 

It would have been cute if you werent fucking like rabbits as well, you were addicted to each other, chasing orgasm after orgasm like it was a high. You should have been thrown in jail with the amount of times you had nearly been caught, and Carmen’s office was practically a health code violation.

But the truth was, Carmen finally had something to come home to in the late evenings and you had something to say goodbye to in the early mornings.

*

The early morning sun drags along the horizon, it cuts through the shapes and cuts of the intricate frost that had begun to develop over the window, showering the room in its dull yellow through the linen curtains of your shared bedroom.

It had snowed during the night, and the city council had closed the roads, advising as many people to stay indoors if possible, causing you and Carmen to finally have an excuse to stay indoors and pressed against each other the entire day.

The only sounds you can hear in the early cold July morning are the shutters of shop doors opening and the simmering wave of traffic that would soon begin to spill into the city streets below.

That and the strangled sound of Carmens moans as you slide your hand across the slick length of him, heavy in your palm.

He watches you carefully, eyelids heavy as you blow on the tip of him, causing him to wince in desire. Your motions are slobby and wet, and Carmen is still half asleep from your sleeping position not moments before.

“Please…”

You bite back a giggle, looking up at him from your knelt position between his legs. You’ve pulled him to the edge of the bed, and he grips the white sheets in his fists as he tries to restrain himself from coming undone by the way you smile up at him.

“You want me to suck you off him? You wanna feel good baby, you gotta tell me you wanna feel good cause I can't hold back any longer

“Fuck..please make me feel good, you know how to do it, please h-honey” Carmen replies before knocking his head back with a groan when you take the tip of him in your mouth.

You and Carmen weren't exactly experienced at first, you both had never truly held a relationship long enough to progress to that stage, but it had only taken a month before you knew how to have him stuttering thrusting up into you with need and it had taken him 3 weeks to know how to make you cum 9 times a day. What could you say? You had waited long enough.

You don’t waste time as you circle your tongue around the red tip, licking the precum clean from the slit, groaning around him at the sound of his throat letting out strangled moans. You want to take him in entirely, but he was so thick and long you couldn't possibly without getting used to him again.

Carmen loved giving, he could spend hours with your thighs around his shoulders, but there was something special with getting your broody chef to come undone, to be reduced to a puddle at every lick and kiss from you.

You push him deeper, circling your tongue so that it drags flat against his length as you pump the rest of him that you couldn’t yet reach.

“Holy-sh-fuck babygirl, easy, easy” Carmen groans out, and as you flicker your eyes up at him, the vision causes you to sneak a hand down between your thighs. 

Carmen looks down at you with furrowed brows, struggling to sit, grinding and jutting up into your mouth as his blonde hair lays across his forehead sweaty. His cheeks are a rosy crimson, and his tongue pokes out from the corner of his mouth biting down when you catch his blown out almost-black eyes.

You ignore his protests, pushing him further down until you feel him in your throat, constricting the space until it has him groaning out in pleasure. Carmen can’t help thrusting up into your throat, quickly apologising before you shake your head, reaching for his hand to grip your hair, begging him to use you however he wan’t. It’s too much for Carm, he feels like your puffed out cheeks, the tears eager to drip down your cheeks, the rut of your hips trying to find any friction causes the very tight bind to nearly snap in him.

“Fuck, don’t- not gonna last long” Carmen heaves out, gripping your hair until the veins in his arms and neck begin to juttt out.

You continue bopping your head down onto him, gathering the spit and cum and hollowing out your cheeks before taking him out and then in again. Carmen can’t take his eyes off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you entranced.

“You don’t want to cum huh? Am I not making you feel good? Fuck my throat Carm, show me how you want it and i’ll show you how I do” You groan out, looking up at him from under your lashes and it causes Carmen to groan out, before gripping your jaw in his hand, and dragging your tongue back down his length.

Carmen is careful with how he fucks into you, but it’s reverent and heady and full of need, and he finds himself gripping your hair, watching you bop down on his cock until it bumps against your throat, and he feels that tight warmth that surround his sensitive tip.

He’s a mess, a jumble of incoherent swears and half moans of your name as the slick heaviness against your tongue shealths up and down, the mess of cum and saliva dripping from between your lips. 

“S-so fucking, so good, all mine babygirl, you’re all fucking mine” Carmen replies with a growl, as hes thrusts into you grow sloppy, and you press your nails into his thigh, breathing through your nose as Carmen loses himself in the warmth and feel of you, chasing his release without a break.

The tight band deep in him snaps when you constrict around him, and catch his heavy gaze, he screams out your name, jutting up into your throat, slick shooting down as he holds you head against him, and you milk him dry eagerly, taking every last drop he gives you.

You swirl your tongue around him, gently taking him out of your mouth as he winces at the over stimulation, you look up at him, opening your mouth and poking your tongue out, and you don’t miss the low fuck he whispers at the image of you swallowing every last bit of his mess.

You aren’t able to get up yourself before Carmen is dragging you up to him, wiping and kissing away every tear before swallowing you with a heated kiss. Carmen can taste himself on your tongue, manoeuvring your bodies so that he lay against the headboard, with you grinding up against his lap.

“Need to feel you fill me up Carm, I need it so bad” You groan out between your heated kiss, and Carmen grips you against him, his cock hardening again at your words, he always wanted to please you, it was his dying quest, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like it was nothing.

You line yourself up with him, before sinking onto his length, the both of you breaking apart from your heated kiss to suck in a breath, Carmen leans into the croon of your neck, biting the skin there lightly as the feel of you tight around him gets too much.

You have to grip him, pressing half moons into the contorting muscle of his shoulders and back as you get used to him, before sinking further down with a groan. You felt impossibly tight, walls velvet and soft like caramel as they glided up against him with its slickness.

“You sure you can take it all? Hm darling?” Carmen whispers as he leans over in your ear, so that you slide further down his length, and it glides across a sensitive spot in this new position that causes you to rock your head back with a groan.

“Oh no baby, no no no, eyes on me hm?” Carmen reprimands you, sliding a hand so that he can see the dazed look in your eyes.

“We have the entire day, locked in this house from the snow, and I’m going to fuck you stupid doll” Carmen replies with a grin, before easing out of you and thrusting back into you hard, causing stars to appear in your vision, the white hot pleasure of the beginnings of your orgasm gripping you.

[the-bi-library]

Here are bisexual books out in November 🩷💜💙

Books listed:

I Am the Dark That Answers When You Call by Jamison Shea

Back in the Rain by Elen Chase

Witch Queen of Redwinter (The Redwinter Chronicles, #3) by Ed McDonald

Make Room for Love by Darcy Liao

Just Like Christmas by Annabel den Dekker

Lady Hell by Alyssa Page

Rani Choudhury Must Die by Adiba Jaigirdar

The Anonymous Letters of C Forestier by Felicia Davin

Hearts and Stars by Phoenix Kathryn Time and Tide by J.M. Frey

Merry in Moose Falls by Emily Silver

Plagued Lands by Nikki Brooke

Leap by Simina Popescu

A Hard Fit by Jennifer Moffatt

I'm Sorry If I Scared You by Mae Murray

The Twice-Sold Soul by Katie Hallahan

The Last Hour Between Worlds by Melissa Caruso

Of Hoarfrost and Blood by Scarlet Tempest

Our Deadly Designs (This Dark Descent, #2) by Kalyn Josephson

Monsoon Queen by Jo Carthage

Afterglow by Emily Antoinette

[enha-cafe]

loser perv hee who gets hard at just a whiff of your clean hair as you walk past him, he knows when you change shampoos (but shea scent is his fav 🤭)

losers are always my weakness (hard hours)

okay but hear me out loser perv bestie! heeseung who always lingers when he hugs you. trying to get a whiff of your hair. complimenting you on how good you smell whenever you’re near. thinking he’s such a sweetheart when he gives you compliments.

not knowing that he buys the same shampoo you use just so he can jerk off with it. taking long showers late at night as he fists his cock while letting the water hit him. the air being filled with the smell of your shampoo. moans of your name falling from his lips. how badly he wishes he was pounding into you right now while burying his nose in your hair. never able to get enough of your scent.

[princessbiteme0o0]

You’re My Home. (Jschlatt x Reader)

WARNINGS: Fluff, age regression (It’s not a Daddy kink, there’s a difference), depression, sweet Schlatt, protective Schlatt

Summary: I honestly don’t know. I’m just miserable and want to write out my pain lmao (I wish this was real lmaoooo)

—🌸—🌸—

Schlatt sat at his office computer, talking to Ted as they filmed the podcast. It had been a long week for both him and his girlfriend, who currently was asleep in one of the other rooms on the couch.

“This has been a crazy week, Ted. I’m so fuckin’ tired.” Schlatt complained, running a hand over his face.

“Oh yeah? And how’s (Y/N)? Shea told me that she’s been texting her complaining about her job.” Ted replied with a raise of his brow.

“Don’t even get me started.” Schlatt grumbled with a scowl. “She’s beyond exhausted and keeps pushing herself so hard that she was bordering on a hospital visit this week for exhaustion.”

“Well shit dude. Tell her to quit.” Schlatt waved his hand in frustration at Ted’s words.

“I’ve tried, but she’s so damn stubborn that she won’t. Even tried telling her I’d take care of her and-“ Schlatt is cut off by the door to his office creaking open. He turned towards the door, ready to yell at one of his employees for opening the door, but his eyes softened when he saw her standing in the doorway, wearing one of his extra large shirts on her little figure. Her hair was messy and she looked exhausted.

“Daddy?” She mumbles out, rubbing her eyes. Tears of frustration were in her eyes as she stared at him.

“You know I’m recording, Pumpkin.” He sighs out softly, a small frown crossing his lips when he sees the tears in her eyes.

“Jay…” She whimpers out and Schlatt leans back, patting his thigh. With a tired smile on her lips, she padded over to him and sat on his thigh, burying her face in his neck. “Love you…” She mumbles, giving a small wave to Ted through the camera. She heard Ted chuckle softly and let out a teasing ‘aww’ and she rolled her eyes, hiding her pink cheeks in Schlatt’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, hands gently rubbing her back as he continued the podcast with Ted like it was nothing. She was quick to fall asleep there on his lap, the sound of his voice filling her smaller body with warmth and making her feel safe.

Once they were done recording the podcast, Schlatt carefully carried her to the couch and laid down with her curled up on his chest. He knew that she had really been struggling at her job, he knew that she was stressed. It was obvious how depressed she was by how much more often she was slipping into her regressive state. The more it happened, the more he felt the need to protect her and her innocence. He loved her for everything about her, but the main thing that pulled him in was the purity of her. Her big heart and loving smile, the way she looked at everyone like they had the best intentions.

He was pulled from his own thoughts when he felt her stir on top of him. “Daddy?” She whispers out, trying to curl herself further on top of him and his arms gripped her just a bit tighter as if to protect her.

“Hi there, Toots.” He teased softly and when she giggled one of her small, warm giggles, he felt his chest swell with love for her.

“Missed you.” She mumbles, placing a kiss on his chest.

“I was only recording for an hour, Honey bun.” He chuckles, kissing the top of her head.

“I know, but you’re my home. I feel like I might die without you.” She speaks softly, readjusting herself to peer up at him through sad eyes.

“(Y/N)…” He whispers out, his eyes brimming with tears. She constantly showered him with such love and passion that he honestly questioned if he deserved it, but she was constantly quick to assure him that he did.

“I know… You don’t like all the lovey dovey stuffs, but I mean it.” She smiles softly, kissing his chin gently.

“I know you do, Sweetie… I love you so much.” He replied with a shaky smile.

“You couldn’t imagine just how much I love you.”

[duckprintspress]

Fandom 101: Getting Started on Fanlore.org

Not long ago, we at Duck Prints Press decided that we’d like the Press to have a page on Fanlore. To accomplish that, Press contributor Shea Sullivan made an account and figured out the nuts and bolts on how to add pages to Fanlore. Turns out, it’s not very hard, and now in this guest blog post, Shea will teach y’all how to do it too!

Making Your First Fanlore Page!

Hello! I am an editor on Fanlore as of a few days ago. Before that, I’d worked with mediawiki (the open source platform Fanlore uses) for unrelated projects, so I had a general understanding of how things worked, but no idea how Fanlore preferred their pages to be formatted or organized or linked.

This is how I got started!

First: What is Fanlore and Why Should You Care?

Fanlore is a wiki specifically dedicated to the fandom experience. It’s not for canon info about a specific fandom; rather, it’s for information about how fans interact with media and each other. Fanlore is run by the OTW, the same organization that brings us our beloved AO3. This context helped me in understanding the focus of Fanlore. It’s about fandom: the ups, the downs, the trends, the drama…all the things that can get lost forever when sites disappear or there’s a purge. And that said…well, you may still not care. But if you do, read on!

Second: You Care. Now What?

(read more)

Get an account. Right now. It’s worth getting the account, because you won’t be able to create new pages for a few hours. So, get the account first, figure out what to do with it later.

Go to fanlore.org and click on “Create Account” in the upper right-hand corner:

Third: You Have the Power (Soon)!

Read up! No need to invent the wheel in this post – they’ve got some great resources for getting started already written on their webpage.

Fanlore Getting Started Page

General Help Pages on Fanlore

Four hours after you create your account, you can create pages! Congrats! There are a ton of help pages out there, but the questions I had initially were:

How do I make sure this page doesn’t exist already?

Search. Search for the page. Search for key phrases associated with the page. A page name is a fiddly thing, so search for significant phrases in a few different ways before you determine it doesn’t exist. Always make sure you check before you set out to create page!

How do I add this page?

If it’s not there, you’ll see it come up in red when you search. Type the page name you want to create in the search bar. Click “Search” to get all the results, and then click on that red link.

How do I format this page?

You now have an empty page. When I was getting started, my big question was: what should my page look like? Well, Fanlore has templates that can help with that! The templates are in a markup language, but do not fear! Copy and paste the template (everything in the blue box on the template page, typically starting with curly braces), make some updates, and click “Preview.” You can repeat those steps indefinitely until you get the hang of the markup. There’s also a ton of information on the Fanlore.org cheatsheet. (If you’re still confused, keep reading, there’s more specifics under the infobox section.)

Once you have the page created and published, you can edit it without the markup language if you prefer – there’s “Edit,” which gives you a non-code-based option, and an “Edit Source” button, which gives you the code-based option.

If your proposed page topic doesn’t have an official template created for that topic, you can look up similar pages and see how they’re structured.  If you’re not sure how they managed to make something look a certain way, click the “Edit Source” button and look at the code there to get a sense of what they did. Be sure to cancel out of the edit when you’re done so you don’t make unintentional changes to someone else’s page! Some pages are locked down (like the template pages) so you can’t make edits, but most “normal” pages will have those links at the top so you can dig in and see what’s there and how the people who wrote that page made it look the way it does.

How do I add an infobox?

Those infoboxes on the right of a lot of pages give a quick overview of important information. These are templates, and you can find a list of available infobox templates here.

The templates, when you click into them, have a heading and some info that you can fill in. You can’t remove items from the template without making a new template, which I don’t recommend trying when you’re getting started. Use the template, fill in the information, and mark “N/A” if you don’t have information to insert in a specific field. A sample template for an infobox looks like this, and you fill in information after each “equals” sign. You can add a list, and you can add links to these after the equals sign using the markup for internal and external links on the Cheatsheet.

{{FanProfile |name=  |alias(es)= |type= |fandoms= |communities= |other= |url= }}

If you’re still confused, let’s go to Astolat’s fan page and click “Edit Source” and see how the infobox looks behind the scenes:

See how everything that was in the original template is still there, there’s just a list of information after the equals sign?

And here’s how it looks formatted:

How do I categorize this page?

Categories are important because they help Fanlore’s back-end coding group pages together so people can find the page you’ve created and so the page is in the right place in the site map. If you can’t figure it out, though, don’t worry, there are people who will find it and take care of it!

If you have an infobox from a template, this is taken care of. 

If you didn’t use an infobox template, you can add a Category to index the page.

Finding a Category can be a little overwhelming. If you have an example page (another page that contains the same type of content as yours), you can scroll to the bottom of that page and see what Category has been assigned to it. You can add that Category to your page by editing the source and adding that category into your page at the bottom with 2 square brackets, like this: [[Category:YourCategory]]

Use “Preview” to make sure you set it up correctly before saving the page.

If you need to find a category and can’t find a good example page, I recommend going to the sitemap, finding what fits your article the best, and clicking into it. Categories are set up in hierarchies, so click through until you find the Category and Subcategory that fits best.

Add it at the very bottom of the page, and it should show up when you preview, at the very bottom of the page.

How do I add those nifty citation references[1]?

Review theFanlore page on citation formatting for details. The basics are:

Add a blank References heading at the bottom of the page.

Add tags and include the source information.

What is the difference between a citation and an external link? Good question! I don’t know for sure, but the way I’ve been using it, if I make a statement about a thing and I want to direct you to the “proof” (article, webpage, etc), I will use a citation. If there is a thing I’m linking to because it is relevant but not as proof of what I’m saying on the wiki, I will add it as an external link.

Fourth: Don’t Worry

You’ll find there are a lot of instances when you might not be sure what the “right” way is to do whatever it is you’re trying to do. Don’t let that stop you! Do a little research, do your best, and be okay with a learning curve.

The thing about wiki editing in general, and this includes Fanlore, is that it’s a community project, and everyone is doing their best. It’s worthwhile to think about trying to make your pages consistent with other pages where you can, because it will help people who are trying to find what you’re providing. So, poke around similar pages first and look for common trends in how they’re organized, and mimic that for your own page.

All that said, there is very little hierarchy in editors and few rules set in stone. It’s a community site put together by volunteers. You may find that you’ve labeled, referenced, cited, categorized, etc, a page incorrectly, or that you added a page that was already there under another name, or you may have put in a canon page when that’s really not what Fanlore is for. No problem! A page can be reverted to a previous version. It can be removed by a “Gardener” (higher-level editor), or edited by someone else who is more familiar with the inner wiki workings, or you can even tweak it yourself when you learn a better ways to code the page. 

There is always a path forward, so get in there and get started!

Happy creating, happy fandom, and welcome!

GO VISIT FANLORE NOW!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Crying in tears at the thought Hobie yelling me I have good hair or he likes my hair

Cause I've never been told that at all ever in my life.

[Me screaming Hobie Brown and hair representation again]

I have really coarse, thick 4C hair. It's hard to the touch, and very coily, and always tangled. Even getting an afro takes hours of picking it out and detangle it which is PAINFUL

And like, I just accepted that I don't have 'hair' like everyone else. I can't style it or throw it up or wear it down or anything my hair is just THERE

Even since I was in middle school I just felt like I had 'bad hair' and in high school I stopped getting perms then shaved it off a year after that. And have never grown it out after unless it was to get braids or extensions installed.

No one has every told me they like my natural hair or that it looks nice like in it's peasy everyday form. I only get compliments if I've done literal hours of painful work

But I'm getting locs REALLY soon because of Hobie and like..

Just imagining him taking me he likes my hair and that I have good hair that I can do so much with

And him giving me loc tips 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭

I need that SO BAD

Hobie picking his fingers through my hard-ass hair and telling me how nice it's gonna loc up and how punk my dreads are gonna loc up

IMMA CRY IMMA REALLY CRY

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIS HAIR AND I LOVE MY HAIR TOO BECAUSE OF HIM AHHHHHHU

Never in my life have a seen a character with my hair texture - like hair that straight up DOESN'T MOVE. AT ALL.

Even Miles is like a solid 4a-4b

But Hobies hair is big and natural and he doesn't give a fuck about parting it or detangling it or doing hot oil treatments and endless Shea Moisture products that empty his wallet or laying his edges or buying pink cream and AHHHHHHHHHH

He just lets it grow and locs it up and keeps it clean and LET'S IT BE. Like EVERYONE ELSE ON EARTH FUCK

THAT'S ALL I EVER FUCKING WANTED IN LIFE MY GOOOOODDDDDDD

All I want is him to tell me that he finds my hair beatiful and healthly and that my hair is good and actually have like,,, things he likes about it. Hobie telling me how impressive my coil pattern is or IDK SOMETHING.

And not even in a sympathetic comforting way but like in a genuine casual way that he really means cause I've never had that ever

Never have I ever had someone tell me I have good hair genes and mean it and I NEED THAT FROM HOBIE BROWN!!!!

ONLY HE CAN'T TOUCH MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!

I- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

I can't go on. I have finally succumb to my Hobie brainrot, bring the hearse around I cannot be saved

[riptideripley]

Roman’s Cousin.

gif creds: @bloodycowboyclub

summary:You’re Roman Reign’s right hand woman,helping him with everything in his life. But his cousin,Jey,caught your attention a little too much..

jey uso x black reader

wordcount:1,416

“Well well well..look who’s all alone here” you heard a familiar voice behind you,turning around to see Jey. You two had a few on screen moments were you almost got caught up but masked it. You were Roman’s right hand woman and with the bloodline falling apart,you couldn’t betray him. You were also a wrestler and have won so many matches,even beating Rhea Ripley. “Hi Jey..nice to see you I guess” you spoke with a smug smile on your face,knowing you just wanted him to knock the Mario coins out of you right then and there. “Mm guess I can say the same ma,where’s your ‘tribal chief’” he responded using quotations around the words tribal chief. “He’s busy handling your brother with Paul right now. Though it’s none of your business on what” “mm so we can take things back to my dressing room then?” he said as he kept looking at your glossy lips,wanting to kiss you right there.

“fuck Jey..” you whimpered out as he continued to kiss your sensitive spots,with his hand up your skirt rubbing your clit. “right here baby?” “yes please fuck” you said as your eyes rolled back,orgasm approaching very quickly. There was a knock on the door causing you both to freeze up instantly. “Yo uce! Cmon man we gotta go in 10 minutes” Jimmy spoke through the door,walking away as you both looked at each other hearing his foot steps get farther away. Jey continued his movements,pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss to prevent you from being loud. “oh my god-“ you words were cut short from your orgasm hitting you hard. It took everything in you not to let out a loud ass moan,panting trying to catch your breath. “Better get going before Roman looks for you” he said with a wink,fixing your clothes and opening his dressing room door walking out. You quickly followed behind him trying not to get caught and immediately went to Roman’s dressing room.

“(your name)! Where the hell have you been?” “I apologize my tribal chief,I was in the bathroom” you said in a calm tone,somehow convincing him. “Well how’d things go with Jimmy?” “Just fine I hope. Now come help me get my stuff to the car” you nodded at his words and began grabbing his belongings,taking them to the black car in the garage waiting for him. Once all his stuff was in the car and he left,you checked your phone seeing a text from Jey.

Jey<3 - “hey mama,you still coming by tonight”

You - “Yea give me an hour”

Once you responded you put your phone away and got in your car,driving to the hotel. You two got lucky enough to be put on the same floor so you just went straight to your room to shower and change. Once out of the shower you put on shea butter and some baby oil,along with the strawberry scented perfume he got you a while back since it’s his favorite. You slipped on a matching red lace bra and panty set,throwing on a crop top and shorts. You texted him letting him know you’ll be by soon,fixing your bun and edges before heading out the door. You walked three doors down and knocked,waiting for him to open it.

When he opened the door,he was standing there with nothing but a pair of psds on. You looked him up and down mentally cursing when you noticed his print. You two had sex before but it seemed like every time it got bigger. “You just gon stare at me?” he asked making you snap out of your thoughts,”No just let me in” you brushed past him letting yourself in. You sat on the end of the bed,looking up at him as he hovered over you. “Clothes off ma you know how this go” he said as leaned down to kiss your neck while playing with the hem of your shorts. You whined and was able to get him to move away from your neck,allowing you to remove your shirt and soon yours shorts. He stared at you in awe at the lace garments you chose to wear,since you never wore them around him. He smiled and unclipped your bra,taking your right breast in his mouth. You threw your head back,letting out soft moans at you played with his hair gently. He stood up and turned your body around putting you on all fours. You felt him rip your underwear off and before you could speak you felt his tongue going to work on your clit. “O-oh my god..” you moaned out gripping his hair as he continued to eat you out,this time using his fingers. “You always taste so good for me mama” his words making you shy and more wet than you already were.

You whined when he pulled himself away,but your whines were cut short when he pulled his boxers down and slid inside of you with ease. Your back automatically arched and you shoved your face into a pillow,moaning. "Aht aht pretty girl lift your head up." he said as he pulled your hair making you lift your head. "Fuck right there!" you yelped out,not being able to control yourself or your moans at this point. He laughed at this,running his hand down your back as he continued his movements getting deeper knowing you couldn't handle all 10. You were a stuttering mess,with each thrust you felt him in your stomach not being able to handle it all. "Cmon princess whose pussy is this hm" "Y-yours! SHIT-" you felt his finger massaging your clit. You were on cloud nine right now,eyes rolling deep into your skull letting out nothing but moans and whimpers. He loved seeing you all fucked out,it made him pleased with himself. You felt a swift smack at your ass,making your shoot your eyes open,"Eyes open for me baby." he demanded and you obeyed. He held your head up by wrapping his hand around your throat,keeping eye contact with you. "Please Please daddy I can't-" "Yes you can baby,I know you can. So just hold it for me I'm almost there" he said with a slight moan towards the end. You've never heard him moan before but god did you love it.

You were fighting back tears at this point from overstimulation,but you loved it and he knew it. “Fuck- cmon baby cum on this dick for daddy” he whispered breathily in your ear. Hearing his voice in your ear like that in the state you were in was just enough for you. You let out a scream which was half way cut off with a sloppy kiss,soon he pulled away making you whine and lay on the bed. “shit..yo you on birth control?” he asked realizing he didn’t pull out this time,which made you wanna slap the shit out of him but you were too tired to do so. “Yea I’m on it don’t worry..” you told him making him sigh in relief,as he went in the bathroom and came back with a warm towel wiping your body down which made you whine and jolt your body a bit. You turned over on your back and smiled when you saw him hovering over you leaving kisses down your body and tickling you which made you laugh. “Ok okkk I have to get back to my room Jey” “Fine ma,but call me in the morning ight?” “Ok I promise” you spoke getting up slipping your clothes back on. “Oh and wear lace more often baby,looks good on you” he said smacking your ass as he put his underwear back on along with some shorts,walking you to the door. You smiled and gave him a quick kiss before walking out the door and back to your hotel room. You decided to shower in the morning due to your tiredness.

_the next day_

You walked into Roman’s dressing room seeing The Usos,Solo,and Paul there which confused you but you could tell Roman was upset about something. You then took notice to Jey’s face of nervousness and realized. ‘Shit he found out-‘ your thoughts were cut short with Roman’s words. “My cousin huh?”

[omegamusings-writigs]

[HC] Tamaki as an Omega

Originally posted: Oct 03, 2020 Re-posted: Dec 26, 2020

Masterlist

My Hero Masterlist

this shy omega naturally smells of sandalwood incense

but not the point where it’s suffocating, it’s really more of a faint smell unless he’s agitated and leaning his forehead against walls

he also usually smells like food throughout the day because his quirk relies on it

will use shower with some shea butter and sandalwood body wash at the end of the day so his bed or nest don’t smell of food

he likes for his bed/nest to only smell like him and you

when you first asked him to court you, he felt incredibly awkward and kept stumbling over his words as he accepted your courtship with a blush 

he’s incredibly awkward about everything at first

many people find tamaki attractive but he’s always avoided courtship questions simply by avoiding people as much as he could in general

but for some reason you managed to corner him and ask him out (this might have to do with the fact that he loved your scent so he never had his guard up around you but who knows)

so you’re the first person to ever court him

he’ll let you make most decisions in the beginning of the courtship, so he can get a feel for what it’s like to be someone’s omega 

as he gets more comfortable with you, he starts being more assertive and less awkward around you

tamaki always has a nest in his closet, even if he isn’t in heat or pre-heat

it helps him with his anxiousness

after he started courting you, he spent even more time in his nest than before since every gift you give him lands up in his nest sooner or later, making it smell like you and he loves it

you will also soon have troubles finding your hoodies because your omega has a tendency to steal them, not only for his nest but also to wear when he’s in casual clothes

after the awkwardness in the beginning of your courtship, tamaki becomes a very clingy omega very quickly

he’s not very good at making friends but once he does make some, he feels very close to them and doesn’t want to loose them

so just like the courtship was somewhat hard for him at first, he’s now not letting you go anymore

you’re stuck with him for life now, not that you would want anything else

this also means that once he’s comfortable around you, he wants to mark him as yours very quickly

while he’ll be too shy to show off his mark in public, he likes to wear low cut v-necks around your home(s) so that his mark is nice and visible

he also very much enjoyed marking you as his but finds it embarrassing when you talk about how much you love your omega in public

feels like you get other people’s expectations of him too high when you go on and on about him

loooves cuddling with you in his nest

he loves cuddling in general, but if you do it in his nest, it will smell like you after

tamaki gets jealous easily after you’re bonded to him 

in his eyes, his alpha is the best alpha there is so surely other omegas must also know this and will want to be with you

so when he sees other omegas talking to you, he will often assume that they are trying to woo you

he’s too anxious to do anything about it in the moment and if you catch him staring at the omega in disdain he’ll probably just look away, maybe turn to lean against a wall with his forehead

now when you’re alone with him, he’ll either ignore you for a while and pretend he doesn’t care about it, or he’ll pull you into his nest and not let you out for hours, scenting you so that you’re unmistakably his

tamaki will prefer his alpha not being a hero because it means that there is a lower chance of you getting hurt

he of course won’t stop you from being a hero if you truly want to but it will make him very anxious when you’re on patrol and he isn’t so he’ll usually be curling up in his nest during these times

most omegas naturally want to have pups but tamaki is fully content with it just being him and his alpha 

when mirio has pups with his omega, tamaki likes spending time with them and being their uncle but he doesn’t wish to have his own

given that tamaki’s quirk works with food, tamaki has become a very good cook over the years

as he becomes a pro-hero, his salary allows him to always have a stocked fridge so when he’s not on patrol, he’s usually the one cooking meals

he also very much enjoys seeing his alpha go to town on his food and lives for your praises on his cooking

because he needs to eat certain things for certain powers, he makes you separate meals if you’re allergic to or just don’t like something he puts in his food (and no, you can not stop him from going through this extra work of making a seperate meal for you)

overall, tamaki is an awkward bean but when he gets comfortable with you he is the most clingy loving omega you could wish for

[sleaterkinnie]

I can never ever get behind natural deodorant because as much as everyone rides for them ive never seen a blue collar worker who does sweaty physical labor go "oh yeah i fuck so hard with the natural aluminum free 15 dollar shea butter eucalyptus deodorant it leaves me dry and fresh smelling after 8+ hours!" It's always some laptop worker being like yasss I love my patchouli armpit and body deodorizer !! Girl PLEASE be real with me !

[mocha1662]

Cozy Day ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ

(Tired/soft Rafe x black pregnant soft reader)

(Cw: a bit of cursing,Rafe annoyed by being called on his day off. Just a cute fluff since today was a bit of good cool weather today,first person for reader,MOODBOARD AT THE BOTTOM >:3)

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I laid in bed,listening to the rain hit against the window,she knew Rafe had taken off today since i wasn’t feeling good last night,my hot flashes were bad but now i was freezing. I sat up in my bed,getting up as my breath hitched heading to the restroom. While in the bathroom I heard the bedroom door creak, “Honey?”, a few steps came closer to the door, “How are you feeling?”, Rafe said,softly “I’m okay, sweetie.”, I finished and walked in the bedroom, soon Rafe kissed my cheek wrapping a arm around my waist, “How’d you sleep?”, he guided me back to the bed,of course since I wasn’t feeling well he didn’t want me going up and down the stairs,I sat down as he stood in front of me with a smile.

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“I slept fine,you?”, “Fine,are you hungry?”, I giggled, “I always am.”, he nodded and headed out of the room,not long later he came back with two plates, he made homemade breakfast and sat next to me. We sat on the bed watching tv while we ate but Rafe got a call,he grumbled answering it, “What.”,he hissed,I could hear a bit of mumbling but cut off by Rafe, “Ask John, he knows how to take care of it,now fucking leave me alone.”, he hung up and huffed, “Sorry,honey bunny.”, I smiled as he settled back next to me but that’s when a crackling of thunder sounded. I jumped a bit surprised,I loved rain but not the sounds that came with it. Rafe grabbed me and held me closer, “You know,you never showed me those baby cribs you wanted.”, my face lit up going over to my bed side drawer pulling out a stack of magazines,flipping through the pages Rafe got up and turned on some jazz as he sat back down,my stomach growled again.

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He took it as a cue to get me a snack,coming back with a yogurt bowl with chocolate covered strawberries and a side of popcorn,with a glass of juice. I showed him crib after crib along with quizzes I took about what type of colors would look best for the baby room. Rafe listened as he rubbed my shoulders occasionally snagging a popcorn or strawberry. I giggled and smiled as he kissed my cheeks, “We’ll have it all handled,doll I promise.” He said softly as he laid me back to lay on his chest,placing a hang over my stomach,he grabbed the shea coco butter rubbing it over my stomach,while we watched tv and cuddled. A few hours later I woke up,still laying on Rafe’s chest he was quietly reading a baby book, “Rafey.”, I said quietly sitting up and groaning,it was still raining but not as hard, “You ready for dinner hun? Carla(a nice maid) made you some soup.”, I nodded, Rafe reluctantly helped me down the stairs since I wanted to see more than just the interior of our bedroom,he sat me on the couch and got me comfortable as he made me a bowl,he came back with a chicken soup including carrots,pasta,chicken bits and potato with a side of cheesy bread. I ate happily,reading my book while Rafe rubbed my feet and watched tv.

[eva-knits12]

CE characters discovering you have depression and anxiety

Trigger warning: depression and anxiety. If you feel the need to commit suicide, contact 988 (previously 1-877-273-8255, this will work for some time), or call 911 immediately! Trust me, there is help out there, and there is no shame in asking for help. Things might seem hopeless now, and you feel helpless, and devoid of all energy and life, and you feel like everything hurts, everyone has abandoned you, everyone has turned on you, etc., please know that you are not alone. As I've explained, there is help out there, and there's no shame in asking for help.

Colin Shea:

Colin sees you crying, curled up in a ball.

"I just can't do this...I just can't do this..."

Colin puts his arms around you, and holds you, and rocks you.

Colin tells you everything will be okay, and that you'll get through this.

Colin serenades you with his own songs, and some of his favorites.

Later, he creates a playlist for you.

A few days later, you have an anxiety attack.

Colin tries to help, but he doesn't know how.

He encourages you to see a therapist.

Your doctor and your therapist put you on an antidepressant.

You start seeing your therapist regularly, and take your medicine every day.

You slowly start becoming the old you.

Colin and you spend time together, as you've both been neglecting things lately.

Colin also sees a therapist in order to help you with your depression.

Colin has helped you get better.

Ransom Drysdale:

Ransom has never dealt with this before.

He sees you upset, crying, and shaking.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

You explain that you lost your job, and you're not sure if you can go on anymore.

Ransom doesn't know what to do here.

He looks like a lost puppy.

He tries to help you.

He calls 911 and gets you to the hospital.

You're put in psychiatric care.

Ransom calls you every day, and comes on visiting day during visiting hours.

He brings you a stuffed teddy bear.

He even brings you some clothes, making sure that none of them have strings, and he even brings you a pair of slippers, making sure that they don't have strings.

(Trust me, when you're undergoing a psych eval., the people in the psych ward aren't screwing around with this! No strings, no keys, no razors. I wasn't even allowed to have my knitting because the knitting needles were considered weapons.)

You start to get better, because you're not only getting help, talking, and taking an antidepressant and antianxiety meds,

Ransom helps find you one of the best therapists in the area.

You start getting better because you're finally opening up about what you've been through.

Ransom holds you every night and every morning.

He can't let you go, and he knows that you're still fragile right now.

"You're getting so much better and so much stronger every day."

"I'm proud of you."

Ransom starts seeing a therapist, too as a way to help you and to talk about his past, and as a way to help deal with his crazy family.

Andy Barber:

Andy sees that you're breaking down, and crying.

"Honey, baby, what's wrong?"

You cry some more.

Andy wraps his arms around you, and you just keep sobbing.

Two of your co-workers are not only bullying you at work, they are making it difficult for you to even function.

You've had an anxiety attack already.

You have to escape somewhere else, close the door, and cry every day.

You need to release this.

Andy's lawyer training is kicking in.

He drops you off the next day, and he talks with your boss.

You have everything documented.

Andy threatens to sue for creating a hostile work environment if your boss doesn't get rid of these two.

Later that day, those two are gone.

You're still upset.

It's hard for you to get up in the morning, even on the best of days.

Andy notices, and encourages you to get help.

You see your docs, and he starts you on an antidepressant.

You start seeing a therapist.

You are slowly getting better.

Andy treats you to a date night, and it's the best.

You and Andy start to spend more time together.

A few weeks later, you give your two weeks notice.

You decide to put your mental health first.

Steve Rogers:

Steve sees that you haven't been yourself lately.

The days are taking a toll on you.

You are crying one morning, and Steve hears you.

"Doll, what's wrong?"

You explain that you feel like everything is falling apart.

You feel like you can't do anything right lately.

Tony's new receptionist is not only lazy, she's bullying you.

You have an anxiety attack.

Steve encourages you to get help.

You start seeing the therapist.

Tony fires his receptionist and hires a new one.

You and the new one get along.

Steve and you go for a walk, go for a run, or go to the gym every day.

You also take your antidepressants and your antianxiety meds.

Steve is proud of you.

He sees that the old you is slowly coming back.

He sees that you're putting in the work.

Steve sees that you are more like yourself.

Steve takes you on a nice, weekend getaway.

You come back, and you've been glowing even more.

[hogmilked]

bought like actual skincare products for the first time in years and have some notes.

the whole anti-aging cosmetic industry is really hard to avoid. i was getting stuff at a marshall’s (discount store, carries a lot of overstock from brands) to save money and it took me almost an hour to find a handful of products that weren’t advertising “anti-aging” and “youthfulness” when i just wanted a cleanser, toner, and sunscreen to help with both peeling skin and greasiness

no seriously. i found ONE facial sunscreen that didn’t have retinol or hyaluronic acid or collagen or any of that stuff in it. it was tucked away in the men’s section with beard oil and cologne because apparently facial sunscreen with no added bullshit is only for men, and women (this is borderline a fast fashion store it’s highly gendered) can only protect themselves from skin cancer if it also makes sure they never develop a smile line

so many of those serums and creams and shit are bullshit anyway. hell a lot of people can just do a wash and sunscreen and be all set. at most a basic cleanser, basic moisturizer, and sunscreen are the absolute most you need. i threw in an exfoliating toner to help even out a couple gnarly acne scars and help with how flaky my skin gets sometimes. if your skin needs more than that, you really should probably just go to a dermatologist or look for actual dermatologist’s advice instead of dumping a bunch of random oils and serums and creams n shit you saw on tiktok or instagram on your skin and hoping the benefits listed on the box will be true for you

IN MOST CASES no amount of skincare products can make up for lifestyle change. i decided to put a little more work in because the lifestyle changes i need to make to help be less oily (i literally get so greasy it makes my eyes burn) and flaky aren’t currently feasible, so i’m trying to give my skin a bit of a boost, but literally the best my skin has ever felt was when i was just drinking a shit ton of water and eating super well

other people’s skincare will rarely work the same on anyone else. everyone’s skin needs are different. when i was in high school i had a gnarly abrasion/chemical burn under my eye because i had tried a routine i saw online that was way too rough and overbearing for me. again, you 100% don’t need a 30 step routine

that being said, i used a $4 korean cleanser, a $6 glycolic acid toner (exfoliant), 100% pure african shea butter, and some sunscreen formulated for use on the face. my skin feels great. my acne doesn’t itch as much. the toner was the most expensive part. the beauty industry is a scam