#sob weep sob sob im soft okay

[divine-misfortune]

Dew never expects Swiss to be gentle with him, always takes him by surprise, always throws him off. Especially when it's so casual.

Swiss laces their fingers together one night when they're just sitting on the couch together. Dew stares at their hands for a while, how small he looks against Swiss always makes his stomach do something funny, but Swiss holds him carefully but tight enough he's always aware of the fact Swiss has him.

And Swiss shifts and lets his hand go, Dew tries not to look disappointed, but Swiss just pulls him into his side instead. If he weren't looking at the TV, he'd see Dew's eyes go all wide and his face start to go pink. Dew secretly loves how their bodies fit together, and how safe he feels tucked into him.

He'll never say any of that, of course. Swiss wouldn't let him live it down. But fuck if he doesn't get butterflies, get a bit giddy, when Swiss offers him that sort of affection. No motive. Just loving him for the sake of loving him.

[ellieslob]

★ellie got sick

+idea: ellie gets emotional when you take care of her

ways to help palestine !!!

you knew, deep down, under all the toughness and her act of being completely independent, and solitaire, ellie yearned for touch, but not just anybody's touch, your touch.

the first week after you guys got together you were both hesitant to touch each other, to be near one another, too nervous and definitely too worried of messing up, ruining everything and ending up alone again, so for the first weeks, you guys practically were just friends that called each other “babe” and “honey”.

that was until ellie got sick, it was nothing to really worry about, nothing but a cold, “it didn't matter” as she said, but at the same time, she had spent all of her weekend inside her bed, texting you about how her tummy hurt, her head hurt, her pinky toe hurt, your girlfriend switched from being the strongest and toughest woman you ever met to such being a pretty cry baby. you two were on your nightly call, when she heard the ring bell “oh no, wait babe, god, how do i get up” you heard her covers moving as she growled and whined.

“don't worry honey, i'll get the door” she looked at her phone confused, you hung up and left her even more confused, were you high? or…

the knocking stopped an the door opened showing that it was you at her room, with a soft smile and a little basket in your hands “hi baby. okay, okay, so i brought you a soft blanket, some chocolate, and yes, the milky one, not dark. i bought soda but i bringed tea, because you need to stay hydrated” your hands pushed her back to the bed, tugging her with the little blanket, and then checking her temperature by softly pressing your foreheads “oh and i made you chicken soup, i know you don't loove vegetables, but baby you-

you stopped yourself completely, her face was now drowning in tears, her face all covered in blush and her hands were grabbing her new soft blanket with a very tight grip “ellie, w-what's wrong?”

she got up from the bed, still her movements were slow and silly, but she managed to get to you, your worried look, the little basket, the homemade tea and soup, the little and soft voice you used just to talk to her. she knew it.

she almost tackled you into a hug, starting to cry even harder, her deep voice turning into whines, her sobs were loud and strong that they moved her hole body, she was clinging onto your shirt, hiding her face in your chest, you didn't know what to do, you had yourgirlfriend weeping desperately in your arms and she didn't answer your questions or stop shivering. you caressed her cheek, trying to wipe her tears a little “ellie?”

“thank you, i… i was so exhausted, i am really, but even with all my whining and complaining, god it must have been so boring to hear me complain about everything but still you.. you”

“i love you ellie, i love your face, your little freckles, your voice, your bad jokes, your complains, i love them because i love you, way too much, i’d say, you should be scared, like seriously, you should call the police” you started attacking her with little kisses all around her face.

“stop” she laughed like a kid, making you chuckle a little, her tears finally stopped, leaving her eyes shiny and loving “and you say my jokes are bad” she holds your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“well i guess that's why we are together honey, you'll have to endure”

“i love you”

“i love you more” and as cheesy as it sounded, your voice, your words and your kisses were all that ellie needed to get better.

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🫐nat: im back😭 im so sorry for all the time that has passed, this is not my best work but i wanted to make a little something to officially come back, love yaaall so so much

[planete777]

꒰ BABY BOY .:. LN4 ꒱

(lando norris x fem!reader)

IN WHICH. y/n knows how to treat her boy; lando loves it all.

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, sub!lando x softdom!reader, unprotected p in v, riding, bondage, use of blindfold, choking, slight dumbification, lactation kink, pre-consented overstimulation, praise kink, lando just gets treated right!!!

NOTE. reverse reverse!! guess who's domming this time 🙈 after my friend said that lando looked like someone i would dom (fact), i've been planning on writing something pretty self indulgent like this. and after the whole discussion about his boob/lactation kink... yh i'm going wild!! im a tad bit sick rn so it might not be as good as usual, butttt i hope you enjoy it 🤭

credit to @bangssefi for the dividers.

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"you okay, baby?"

y/n shifts to settle her hips just mildly off lando's crotch. she sees how his fingers twitch, writhing to rest on her waist, yet they've got a smooth red ribbon cascading and meandering upon the soft skin, binding both hands to the head board.

he whimpers, lip caught between his teeth, but nods. the cloth around his eyes slide up, minutely, and a gentle hand pulls it back down again.

"that's good," y/n smiles, although lando's blind to it, "you remember what we talked about?"

lando takes a while to reply, breaths in rapid succession, "yeah."

y/n wishes he can see her, but all she can do is let her touch bleed enough reassurance into his flushed skin, cupping his cheek, "baby, you're good, i promise... unless you want us to stop."

"no! please i— i'm just really horny. keep going i'm begging you," lando's words leave in an almost-sob, hands finding their way to clench around each other and his legs bending upwards. his girlfriend soothes him again, hot body gluing to his own and pillowy lips pushing into the skin of his forehead. he doesn't realise how much he needed it, his body untangling every tense knot embedded in his muscles, and he's relaxing into the sheets.

"ready, baby?"

lando replies with a whorish mixture of a moan and whine, hearing the dull snap of his girlfriend's bra clasp being unhooked. his mouth puddles with saliva, toes curling as his hands begin to tremble. his brain feels chopped to pieces and blended, giving him some sort of a hazy euphoria.

"open your mouth, lan'," there's a warm hand gently, but firmly, gripping his chin, and he's dropping his jaw, tongue stuck out like a slab of meat.

y/n's pushing the tit into his mouth and fuck, he has to clench his fists to not cum right there and then. it's so warm and heavy, his tongue coming to flick at the swollen nipple, and y/n's moaning so thickly, lando's cock plumps up even more than he thought it could.

"good boy," she sighs, eyes closed in veiling pleasure, "look at you, lando."

she's hitting right where it sends him crazy, it's pulling out a dirty whine, mouth sloppily moving against her nipple and then she's squeezing her breast.

the milk is so sweet, and so good, lando doesn't think he could get through it without crying. he's lapping messily, some of it trickling down his chin, and y/n wishes she could paint the picture behind her eyelids forever.

"fuck, you're so beautiful, baby boy, you're making me feel so good," her mouth just tumbles away, barely thinking as the pleasure seeps down to her weeping pussy, and the unexpected endearment has lando moaning loudly, mouth falling open, making the milk drip into the crease of his neck.

"y/n, please, fuck me," his voice is strained and broken, like it's been completely char grilled, and his girlfriend moves downwards to lick her tongue into his mouth. it's a rather soft, heated makeout, y/n licking, and biting and soothing as she goes. her breasts are welding into his chest, leaking milk into his skin and the sheet, and he feels so filthily good.

a hand grips his cock, tight and assertive, and he's choking and bucking his hips, whimpering at the sweet relief that washes from the pleasure.

"oh fuckkk."

his legs are quivering, his fingers dig half moons into his palms and his vision is so dark and concealing that every touch feels like a thousand zaps of electricity. y/n's strokes, just teasingly, and his legs are shaking, mouth slack open and unyielding.

there's no warning when y/n sits upright and drags her cunt over his dick like a tight, hot, plush cock ring. she's groaning and clenching when lando let's out a sound he's never heard from himself before. it's a scream borderline wail, and he's so fucking close to cumming, he tried to think of something else to flatten the knot.

"y/n, shit, you feel so good," his eyes are watering, catching the cloth around his head, and he's drooling before he's even property fucked.

his girlfriend grinds, caressing his face with a touch as light as feather, "so do you, baby boy. making me feel so so good, i love you."

his heart is swelling, and he's going to return the endearment when there's a slam of hips against his own and he's gasping, eyes flying open behind the blindfold. there's a litany of sounds that escape him, he can't even place what they are, but they all melt into sobs and moans as y/n's hips speed up.

his arms are so strained, he can barely feel them, and all he can is the repeating weighted drop of of his girlfriend, the slick grinds of her pussy against his crotch and the suffocating grip of her cunt around his cock, milking it for all it has.

"god, lando, your cock," she sounds so gone and slutted out, he's speechless, "you're so amazing for me."

the praise is too much. she's unrelenting with it all, the words, the riding, the love, that he's cumminh with no warning, spurting hot stickiness deep into her pussy.

"fuck fuck fuck, y-y/n— oh shit!"

there's a visceral tremble through his flesh, and he's so sensitive everywhere, he must be on fire. but y/n's not stopping.

her hips are eager and hungry on his cock, and after a while, lando stops bucking up his hips to meet her thrusts because he's tingly all round and all he can do is cry.

"you can give me one more, baby, can't you?"

he hears it, trust he does, but his throat feels grated, and he has no control over his brain. it's all milky and cloudy up there, and as his girlfriend continues to hop on his cock, the more hazy everything becomes.

he fucking loves it.

"can't speak baby boy?"

it's slighting taunting, but endeared nonetheless. she slows down, palms raking his chest, pulling at his nipples and then she's pressing a hand into his throat and squeezing.

they'd discussed it before, agreed that they'd both like to try it out with boundaries set, but fucking hell, lando never expected it to feel this good. his eyes are rolling behind his head and he's nodding, high pitched moans being pulled from his throat.

and then she's moving again, bouncing and slapping her hips, and what can lando do but indulge and let her? his cock is so hard again, it's nearly painful, and his face is so wet and clammy with tears.

"come on, baby, cum for me," y/n's moaning out, another hand flicking at his nipple as her fingers press further into his neck.

it's not on his own accord that he's cumming, semen dribbling pathetically into the plush walls, and he's feeling y/n tighten around him.

she's about to cum, but instead of feeling the warm wetness trickle down his dick, y/n is telling him to open his mouth, and a half-assed aim of milk sprays onto his face, narrowly missing his mouth.

he licks at whatever he gets, face wet and so fucking ruined, before she's properly cumming, body tense and juices flowing.

"yes, baby, just like that— hmm."

she's riding it out before stopping, leaning forward to press kisses into his wet skin.

"how are you feeling, baby?"

there's no words to describe it. he just says whatever comes to mind.

"i wanna see you, please."

there's a soft laugh, "i'm taking that as a 'i feel fucking great'."

lando grins at that, tiredly, as he nods, just as fingers nimbly untie the cloth around him. he blinks, acclimatising his vision, before seeing y/n, fucked out and glorious, before him.

"you're so beautiful, y/n," he sighs, watching as y/n leans forward, tits in his face, to detangle the silk around his wrists. his visions zeroes in on them, and pushes forward to give each one a kiss.

"that's all you, baby boy," she's sitting upright again, and he immediately wraps his hands around her waist, "all you."

[poppy-metal]

ughhh making art cum dry. he’s so loud and whiny and desperate and he’s already cum multiple times but you keep stimulating all his most sensitive spots. he’s thrashing around and you remove all touch right when he’s on the edge and then he bursts into actual tears that don’t let up. he cries harder when you put your hands back on him and he finally cums. baby’s so needy and spoiled but he loves it when you tease him about it

need him red faced and hiccuping and gasping for breath with big wet tears sliding down his face like full on whining and shaking and flinching away from your hands but towards them as well - you put your tongue on his slit after hours of edging him with just a vibrator and your hands and he shoots off like a rocket - body like he's having an exorcism - spine arching off the bed, hips punching the air as his cock bobs against his belly, jerking as thick ropes of cum spurt out of him. you're so wet at the sight, all that fucking cum pent up and you're squeezing his soft sack as more and more cum dribbles out and then he gasps and his stomach caves in and he starts trying to speak - chants "no no no no - mommy stop - m'gonna - m -" and you knew it was coming - it's why you grin and tip his pink tip to your open mouth and pump him faster - so when he shrieks and releases, the first hot splash of piss hits your tongue - floods out of him in a stream he can't contain - his head thrashing back and forth as you wrap your lips around his head and drain him - he's frantically saying sorry over and over again even though you eagerly sucked it all down - and you're just so wet - and he's so hot like this - you just have to reach down to touch your clit when you tell him - "that was so bad, baby. naught boy - going potty in mommies mouth like that -"

hes so upset - whole body flushed as he miserably twitches on the bed, his cock still hard despite it all. "how're you gonna make it up to me?" you ask him sweetly, back to stroking his plump little cock in your hand.

"anything -" he sobs. "anything - im so sorry - please forgive me - "

you kiss his weeping tip - tongue lolling out of your mouth to tongue his slit - you're a fucking cockslut, is what patrick would call you right now. bullying art to get what you really want - and your cunt throbs at the thought of it. you tap arts trembling thighs to singal him to put them over your shoulders - his knobby knees knocking the sides of your head - his flushed dick twitching inches from your mouth -

"fuck mommies throat." you tell him. already pooling with saliva at the thought - "fuck it like you do those little fleshlights daddy let's you use, yeah? pound mommies face on your cock, baby."

art flushes anew - all the way to the tips of his ears. his thighs squeezing around your head - "r-really?"

you nod. "do it, sweet boy. give mommy what she wants."

he whimpers - and despite all his wailing before his cock jerks in intrest, a droplet of piss leftover sliding down his tip - he hesitantly reaches down to grip himself at his base - angling himself to your waiting open mouth - swallows at all that warm wet pink he's about to sink inside and fuck fuck fuck -

"okay mommy," he sniffles - "say ahhhhh."

[fanaticsnail]

It's All Okay

Masterlist here

Word count: 500+

Summary: When submissive Koby gives in to his dominant craving, and all he's met with is support, praise and affirmation in your arms.

Notes: I watched One-Piece: Red, and I have some thoughts about this beautiful Marine Captain. I mean, I already love him. But, damn. Did they have to put him in waist chains? Did they have to dress him 'punk rock' like that? Did they have to make him so dominant. A man who is so pent up, he needs to let go?

Warnings: Mdni below the cut. NSFW drabble. 18+. Koby x gn!reader, penetration reader!receiving, rough, Koby is a switch - finally dominant after so long being submissive, pre-established relationship, little bit of angst, porn with plot if you squint, feelings, confessions of love.

Tag list: @sordidmusings (thank you for hearing my thoughts on the man) @mfreedomstuff @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @gingernut1314

Koby, finally giving into his feral urges and cravings, holds your hips hard enough to bruise beneath his needy, grabby hands. Roughly and ferociously, his hips snap in vicious and brutal rapidity: rutting into you with every ounce of strength he can muster.

Whimpering, whining against your neck when you only meet him with sweet affirmations and praise, telling him it's okay for him to use you like this. You support him, you adore him, you love him. And you will continue to do all of those things, feel all of those things, no matter how harshly he bruises you with his unbridled lust.

"It's okay, it's all okay," you whisper your soft moans into his ear, pressing your lips to his cheek and smoothing over his hair, "I can can take it. You're safe. It's okay to be rough with me."

That phrase only seems to cause him to strive to go harder, deeper, longer: bruising you further with his brutal thrusts while sobbing that he'll keep being so good if you let him keep going in mewling pants of breath.

All further words escape him, his usually stress-plagued mind empty of all thoughts aside from how well you're taking him and how good it feels to let go. He's bewildered that his pent up rage and fury is only met with praise, affirmation and support. He's lost, entranced by your body sucking him in, and so deeply in love with you.

He's been so good. Every day, he's so good. Internalizing his fury, withholding his urges, and only ever being kind, gentle and loving towards you.

The history he had with all decisions being made for him: control relinquished and his heart bound beneath the chains of piracy under Alvida's dominating leadership. The first decision he made for himself to become a marine was met with more decisions being made for him, more relinquishment of his bodily autonomy as he trained to serve the world government.

And now it feels so good to let it out. So good to release his primal urges and give in to taking what he wants. All he wants is to live in this moment forever, feel how tight you are wrapped around him as you moan your praises into his shoulder.

Taking a moment to remove himself from the dip in your neck, he's taken with how beautiful you are like this: writhing beneath him and so lost in your own pleasure to notice he'd almost reached his peak. The flush of your cheeks, the winced tears of bliss in your eyes, the perfect 'O' your lips form as waves of your pleasure washes over you.

He can't get enough, vigorously chasing his high while chanting repetitions of "please," "thank you," and "I love you."

His eyes become glassy as his tears weep as his cock finally leaks his release deep within you. Finally relieving his pent up energy with his bliss coursing through his body and pummeling deeply into yours. He greedily leans down, capturing your lips beneath his as he sobs against your face.

Twitches of the aftershock pulses within your abdomen, his lips soothing the burn of rough treatment with how gentle the kiss felt on your bruised mouth. His bullying thrusts halt with his cock sheathed deep within you, your body aching alongside the blissful tingle of your orgasm's aftershock.

"How do you feel?" you whisper, gazing longingly up into your lover's eyes.

"Lighter," he confessed, his lips curling up into the soft smile you fell in love with, "Relieved."

He leant down, pressing his forehead against yours and sniffed back a soft sob. His hands withdrew from your hips, elevating to your shoulders as he nuzzled against your face. He peppered your lips with a rapid flurry of pecks, chuckling as you returned his affection by circling your arms over his back.

"I love you," your unison of proclaimed chorus echoed into the faces of one another, "I love you so, so much."

[nhothicket]

ON MY KNEE IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BAND AU ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE TO SPARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A FANFIC, FANART, JUST A SIMPLE LIKE ANYTHING TEXT POST SOBBING AND WEEPING AT YOUR FEET!!!!!!!!

I decided to do both some art and a fic because you asked so nicely!! Thank you for the nice ask, I hope this is what you were looking for ^v^

I couldn't come up with a good title for this fic whoops.

Words - 1.4k

No warnings, they're gay and they act gay

Summary - Etho finds himself dragged away from the safety of his tour bus and into the den of very scary and very cool rockstar, Bdoubleo.

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"Wash up on your six." Pause lightly elbowed Etho with a snicker. "Comin' right for ya."

"Hurry up then." Etho tried to push his bandmates into the bus, but the chase was over before it began.

"Etho!" The threat approached.

"Beef, move-"

"Sorry man, you're on your own." Beef climbed on and turned to give him an entirely unapologetic smile. "You guys have fun now."

"Hey-" The bus door shut right in his face. "Beef! Pause! Hey!"

"Ethooo!" Two arms slung around his neck from behind, awkwardly pulling him down and backward. Etho gagged and turned around. Face to face with the tiny menace of the festival grounds. "Long time no see!"

"Hey, Bdoubleo."

"So formal, you're no fun, sweetheart." Bdubs puffed his cheeks out. "It's been like a y- like whole year, c'mon, loosen up!"

"It's been a few months and I'm busy."

"No you ain't. I saw your buddies ditch ya." Bdubs offered up all the charm he could muster. "Wanna hang out in my van?"

"Not creepy at all." Etho's protest was weak willed. He leaned down and ruffled Bdubs' hair without even thinking about it, it came as a second nature at this point. "Yeah, sure."

"You just can't deny me. I'm irresistible!"

"Uh-huh."

"Your sarcasm is no use!" Bdubs dragged Etho across the lot to his shabby old van. Etho would judge, but if it weren't for Beef and Pause, he'd be touring out of the back of his ancient pickup. Bdubs threw the back doors open and hopped inside. "Didya see my set this morning? I know it was a bit early for someone like you."

"Of course I did." Etho gracefully ignored the last comment. Perched on the edge of the trunk, Bdubs' enthusiasm was contagious, his prideful smile was so genuine it made Etho smile a bit under his mask in a shallow imitation. "Loud as always."

"You know it!" The back of Bdubs' van was surprisingly clean. Two seats sat on each side and a mini fridge was pressed into the back corner. A soft mat was rolled up opposite to it, presumably Bdubs' bed. Bdubs got up to flop onto a seat and pat the spot next to him. "Beer?"

"Uhh..." As soon as Etho sat down an arm settled around his shoulders. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

"That's what I like to hear." Bdubs opened up his little fridge and tossed Etho a can. He refused to remove his arm from Etho's shoulders and instead used his teeth to crack his own can open, kicking the fridge shut. "Off with the mask! I'm not some fanboy, I'm the real deal! Itsh been so long, I've missed seeing your dopey face."

"Bold words coming from the goofiest solo act I've ever seen."

"I am not goofy! I'm hard!"

"Oh?" Etho pulled his mask down just to show Bdubs his smug smirk.

"Don't- don't give me that! You know what I mean!" Bdubs growled. "I'm a rockstar!"

"You were like decades ago."

"And still going strong!" Bdubs took an obnoxious gulp from his beer. "You are awfully mouthy for a man who plays a freakin' keytar, what decade is it for you?"

"You'd know, old man."

"I am not- Okay, old lady! Fresh outta the 1600s!"

"Boomer."

"That's my name! Don't wear it out, Ethel!"

They glared at eachother for a moment, locked in a silent staring contest. Bdubs and his obnoxious doe eyes were forever unbeatable though, and Etho was forced to blink. A very ungraceful winner cheered and crushed a can to further punctuate his manly dominance.

"I'm never forgiving Pause for telling you."

"Aww, but its so cute." Bdubs pinched Etho's cheek. "What, your parents wanted a girl or something?"

"Sure, something like that." Etho sipped from his beer, sliding a bit down the seat so Bdubs could more comfortably pull his charm. As small as Bdubs was, it was always comical watching him stretch to take up the more dominant flirting positions. Etho knew he'd sit there with his arm up around his shoulders until it went numb if that's what it took.

"You haven't told me you missed me yet."

"I forgot I even knew you."

"Ouch! Rude." Bdubs leaned closer and winked. "I think about you all the time."

"Yeah, because you're the most jealous person I know."

"Guilty as charged!" Bdubs chirped. He easily slid right back into joking when his attempt at flirting was met with more banter; Etho wasn't sure he'd be able to recover that quickly himself.

"Plotting my downfall, huh?"

"I'll get you some day."

"I'm rooting for you."

"Thank you, sweetheart! You're always on my side." Bdubs tapped his can to Etho's. "To ruining your career."

"To ruining my career."

The pair fell into a lull, Bdubs kept chatting, but it was mostly white noise. Bdubs talked just to talk and Etho listened just to listen. It was only a few beers later and the lull transitioned into a comfortable buzz. Bdubs got a bright idea. He reached over the seats in the middle of the van, clumsily pulling over his decorated acoustic guitar.

"Any requests, Easy?"

"Anything but one of your own." Etho absent-mindedly dropped his arm around Bdubs' shoulders, reestablishing the connection that had been broken when the shorter man went to get his instrument.

"You are so mean to me." Bdubs puffed his cheeks out as he thought. "We should do some music together sometime."

"You'd be eaten alive." Etho considered the reputation Bdubs had. "I can see it already— you fighting with all the people online."

"It'd be worth it." Bdubs played a few random chords. "We could do a love duet."

"With Pause? I'm not a vocalist, Bdubs."

"You didn't deny being in love with me."

"I wouldn't have to love you to sing a song with you."

"I'd write it about us, baby."

"Uh-huh." A brief silence started to build, but Bdubs quickly broke the tension with a snicker, Etho followed suit. "You're an idiot."

"C'mon! You got a good voice. We could do an epic rock ballad."

"I'm good."

"Your loss!" Bdubs turned back to his guitar, but Etho could see the mischief brewing on his face. "You still like Paramore?"

"Don't play it."

"I learned a song just for you!"

"Don't play it, Bdubs." He already knew what the sappy romantic had in mind.

"You are so unappreciative. I go out of my way to learn a nice song from the 'music' you like." Bdubs threw up air quotes and Etho just rolled his eyes. How a man who'd sold his soul to the system could stand to be so critical of what counted as music was beyond him.

"Give me your guitar."

"No!" Bdubs got two chords out before Etho pulled it from his hands. "Hey! Hey! Give it here!"

"I'm not letting you try to serenade me with a song you heard on the radio."

"You know it would work! C'monnn!"

"Absolutely not." Etho held the guitar away from Bdubs, but regrettably, he couldn't hide his smile when his mask was around his neck.

"You come into my house! Sit on my bed! And dare disrespect me like this?"

"We are in the back of a van, Bdoubleo."

"My home away from home!" Etho leaned across the trunk and dropped the guitar onto the other seat. Bdubs immediately tried to lunge for it, but Etho caught him in a bear hug before he could even stand up. In fact, being hugged instantly stopped Bdubs in his tracks. "Woah, hey- guess I didn't need to serenade you at all!"

"Sure." Etho pulled away so he could see Bdubs' face. Alcohol warmed cheeks, dark eyes, and a stupid smirk.

"Like what you see?"

"Maybe."

"Shomehow, you manage to dry text when you talk." Bdubs rolled his eyes. He leaned up and kissed Etho, his patience worn thin in his buzz. Etho pulled him closer. "I missed you."

"Me too." Etho finally admitted. They sat with their foreheads pressed together.

"You could afford to text back more often, I know you ain't that freakin' famous."

"Isn't the anticipation more fun?"

"Don't play coy! I know you're just lazy."

"Guilty." Bdubs pressed a flurry of kisses to Etho's jaw.

"You're lucky I even allow you in my pre- in my presence, I don't usually kiss fans."

"It's a good thing I don't care much for sellouts then."

"Kiss my ass."

"Ohh, the bad boy said a curse word."

"Get out of my van, I'm sick of your stupid face already." Bdubs grumbled. Yet, his arms stayed locked around Etho's waist. Etho made no attempt to change that.

"Gonna be at our set tomorrow? It's past your bedtime."

"You're worth stayin' up for." Bdubs cooed. "Better dedicate a song to me."

"We'll play twinkle twinkle little star for you."

"On your nerdy little fake guitar?"

"On my nerdy little fake guitar."

"Adorable."

[dragcnbreak]

need little!reader angst with mikey where she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore 🩶

sending you lots of kisses!💋

hihihihi I think this is such a good idea because we all need reminders that we’re all loved and cared for <3 I also hope you don’t mind that I’ve made it a gn!reader :3 im not the best at angst so it immediately becomes fluff after but please enjoy beloved

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Your brain was mean sometimes. It took the equation of Mike, the man you lived with but also your caregiver, working more hours and added you not working as often and it thought it equaled that he didn’t love you anymore. You knew money was always tight and you both worked jobs for that very reason but still, what if he didn’t love you?

That’s how you found yourself regressed and crying one morning after Abby had been driven to school by you. The second you got home, you retreated to yours and Mike’s room, bundled up in blankets, and began to sob.

You continued crying even when you could hear the soft sounds of Mike getting home from his night shift. When he barged into the room, you were still weeping. “Baby?” He asked, looking more awake than you had ever seen him in the morning. You nodded through your tears, indicating to him that you were indeed age regressed.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Mike asked gently with a worried look on his face. He sat down on the bed next to you and brushed some tears away from your eyes. You sniffled at the soft touch but remembered what your brain had decided and let out an aching sob.

“M-mikey doesn’t l-l-love me anymore.” You answered through your crying. The aforementioned man frowned at that. “And who told you that?” He asked, fearing the worst. You pointed to your head and Mike let out a quiet sigh.

“That’s not very nice,” he concluded, shaking his head, “does it still feel the same way if I do this?” He leaned forward and peppered your face in kisses, getting your nose, forehead, cheeks, chin, jawline, and temples. You giggled, smiling at the action.

“Does it still feel the same way if I do this?” Mike unraveled the blankets around you and reached forward to tickle you, causing you to erupt into full on laughter. “Mikey-y-y!” You yelped. He even lowered his head and pulled up your shirt slightly, giving you a raspberry on your tummy.

He lowered your shirt and smiled at you, wrapping you up in the blankets again. “Does it still feel the same way if I do this?” Mike asked a final time, reaching forward again but this time to wrap his arms around you. You stopped giggling and sniffled again, the last of your tears escaping.

He squeezed you tightly. “Mikey loves you, baby, and I always will. Despite what even your mean brain says, okay?” He said after he pulled away, brushing some hair out of your face. You smiled and nodded, then tapped the free space on the bed next to you. Mike quirked up an eyebrow at that but complied, getting under the blankets with you and laying down.

Furthermore, he wrapped his arms around you and began to spoon you. “I love you so so much.” He whispered into your ear, making you giggle again. “I love you too, Mikey.”

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toho10min…… i owe them my life like this has sustained me since last october. shalom my love weeps cries sobs

need a print of this im so serious… wow… the hand holding oh okay… the softness of it all im gonna throw up (im tweaking bad) this is so gorgeous ughhhh im gonna die THEY BELONG TOGETHER. following this artist immediately

[solaiced]

CASE 23: ON THE EDGE, TSUKUMO YUKI HAS CONTROL OVER YOUR FATE!

!content!: male reader, edging, and not beta’d.

wc:747

solace:man im late…

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Tsukumo Yuki is a cruel woman.

That is the only thought in your head as she removes her hands from your throbbing cock and denies you yet another orgasm.

A broken whine works its way out of your mouth; head thrown back against the soft pillows.

The woman giggles, "My poor baby. You wanna cum, yeah?

Don't worry. You'll cum, soon." Just not now, is what she doesn't reveal.

Yuki kneels in between your spread legs, facing your painful hard-on. She drops her head and kisses your tip teasingly, wrapping her lips around it.

You moan at the warmth encasing your length, hand coming to rest on her blonde hair. However, she swats it away and sucks harshly before pulling off.

“Don't touch me or you won't cum at all, today. " The blonde warns and goes back to teasing your weeping cock. God, you hated this.

"Please, Yuki... let me cum. Please." You beg. Your vision was spotty, thighs shaking, hands begging to wrap around Yuki's hair and shove your cock down her throat repeatedly, until you came deep inside her mouth.

But you resist. Yuki pulls off, sneaking a peck at the slit. She snickers at your helpless expression, jerking you off.

"Beg more and I might consider it." Her hand squeezes the base of your shaft, making you wince.

“Please, please, please. Please let me cum." Your girlfriend speeds up, hand blurring as she moves it up and down fast. You choke on your own saliva, hips reaching up to feel her hand.

“Let me edge you one more time, okay? Then, you can fuck me and cum.” Yuki puts her other hand's palm on your tip and rubs the slit with it.

You're out of control, twitching and jerking everywhere, eyes rolled to the back of your head and mouth spewing hushed profanities.

“G-Gonnuh- Gonna cum!” You tremble, literal tears slipping down your cheeks. And this blonde She-devil incarnate stops, all hands off of your cock.

The sob you let out was pathetic.

It resounded through the walls, a testament to your neediness.

"Shh," Yuki shushes you, wiping your tears. “It's okay, I know, baby, I know. It hurts, doesn’t it?” She positions herself on top of your lap, hands on your shoulders.

“Wait juust a lil' second." She kisses your face, hands roaming your chest and collarbone before settling on your cheeks, cupping them and craddling your face.

She hovers above your twitching cock for what seemed like hours, waiting for your orgasm to die down. Your hands, shaking with pain, come to rest on her hips, admiring her body, because you truly couldn't do anything else, other than that.

Beautiful, evil, cruel woman. You're brought back to reality when Yuki moves, slowly, tortureously, lowering herself to your dripping cock.

"Take your reward, my good boy." She presses her pink, full lips against yours and slips her tongue In your mouth, moaning as you shove your agonisingly cold dick into her warm cunt and wrap your arms around her waist to pull her chest-to-chest with you.

You can feel her slip a hand down to rub her dit, pulling away from your kiss to breathe.

“I can cum... Hah... I can cum inside? Right?" The blonde nods, bouncing on your lap as she rides you to heaven.

Her tits bob up and down with her frantic movement, nipples looking like the dessert you deserved after all this torturous edging.

In a matter of moments, seconds, your balls tighten up, your cock twitches wildly inside of her pussy, your vision darkens at the edge and your hips move like they were possessed, finally... finally, you're gonna cum...!

You moan freely shoving your face in between your girlfriend’s boobs, eyes rolling back when your cock shoots out the definition of nirvana into her mellow cunt. Everything goes black by the time youre done cumming.

"Babe?" Yuki wakes you, tapping your cheek worriedly. "Are you okay?" She asks, still perfectly wrapped around your now-soft and spent dick. You bearily blink, wincing as she tightens up in... relief?

"There's no way... I blacked out?" You huff, bewildered that pussy could make you faint.

"For like, 5 minutes." She shrugs,

"I managed to cum at the same time as you, though, so, nice." You groan, hugging her and pouting.

“Don't do that, seriously. That's so embarrassing..." She giggles, hugging you back and kissing your forehead.

“Love you. "

"Love you t-did you just ignore me?"

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tea left cold ,,|| k.krg

💌 modern au , non-despair au , kyoko has sleep issues , f!reader , hurt/comfort ;;

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kyoko never had good sleep. and she certainly doesn’t now, not as she’s making herself tea.

she knows you’d be upset if you knew she was up, but she just couldn’t fall asleep, and she didn’t wanna make you stay up with her constant tossing.

but, her stomach drops a bit at the sound of padding bare feet through the hallway.

“kyoko..?”

your voice makes her frown just a little, loving how sleepy and adorable it sounds, but it just makes her a bit more sad.

“oh, love, head back to bed, I.. I’ll be back soon.”

“uh-uh, darling you need sleep. is there anything I can do to help?”

she shakes her head. always her answer.

no. you can’t help, you’re beautiful and I wanna gaze at you as I sleep but I just can’t fall asleep. I just can’t. my eyelids can’t stay shut. is it nerves? is it my love for you? no that’s cliche, and we both know I’m not that cliche. it’s all annoying, so so annoying.

“my darling.” in her unfocused state, you’d made your way to her, and you’re gently holding her cheek, making her come back to reality as she leans into your touch, tiredly gazing at you. “I can see the bags under your eyes, my love. you really need some sleep. is it the new case?”

she doesn’t respond, and you know you hit the nail.

“darling, we both knew that case was heavy. why’d you go after it?”

she sighs. “I..” you wait patiently for her to answer, and so she does.

“I just couldn’t stand to leave it alone. yes, the case is heavy and difficult and mind-numbing, but.. I just couldn’t help but what to go after it. im sorry, I.. I don’t know if I can even get out of it- like- it f-feels..”

as soon as she hears herself stutter, she pauses. she hates sounding fragile in front of you, or anybody else. the loss of her father, the trouble she’s been through with her old classmates, the constant pressure of her grandfather; it’s all made her so closed off.

but as she looks at your soft, caring expression, she feels her walls breaking down bit by bit, and tears fill her waterline. “I-I.. I just didn’t.. I don’t know if I can leave.. and.. I don’t.. w-wanna..”

the tears start to fall, and you sigh softly, holding her face in both hands and placing a kiss on her nose.

“I don’t wanna d-disappoint.. anybody. not you, not my father, not my.. g-grandfather..”

“shh, shh, darling, no need to say any more. we can call about it in the morning, okay? let’s head back to bed, you need sleep, my love.”

she sighs shakily and nods. “I.. I’m sorry..”

you immediately shake your head and tilt her head to look at you in the eyes. “no, baby, no apologizing. you have a right to emotions, hm? darling it’s okay, tears are always okay. I’ll always be here for you, yea?”

she nods, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. and soon, you hear silent weeping and your oversized tee shoulder wet with her tears.

you give a small sad smile, gently kissing her head as she quietly sobs into your shoulder.

“my darling, hey, shh.. I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay..” you gently rock her, petting her head.

after about 5 minutes that feel like half an hour, she lifts her head, usually cool and collected eyes and face wet and puffy.

you softly smile, hand resting against her cheek and rubbing your thumb against it gently. “let’s head to bed, okay, darling?”

she nods, kissing your palm softly. “okay, love.. I.. really need it.”

you giggle, kissing her nose and nodding. “yes you do, honey. c’mon, darling, I’ll fluff your pillows extra tonight.”

she gives a gentle smile. “thank you, beautiful.”

you smile, and walk with her back to your bedroom.

the tea, however, was left cold on the counter the rest of the night.

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I hope u enjoyed <3

I love kyoko, dearly, and I thought I’d write some hurt/comfort for fun 😋

stay safe lovelies 🫶

[futureplayboibunnie]

Okay babe i got a request/idea for a new ficccc

it’s like a hurt/comfort/smut idea 🤗

what if the reader is an avenger and they lost someone they were very close to (as if said character passed away) so she didn’t want to go to anybody but stephen to talk abt it because they’ve always been ‘best’ friends and she feels a connection with him that she doesn’t have with anyone else because they’re actually meant for eachother and it ends in someone or both of them confessing their feelings n smut 😏😏

‘Boundless’

Dr Strange x fem!readee

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. i love writing angsty smutty fics AAAAAH i love <3 18+ (as always cuz im a whore and only write smut)

The day was impossibly grey, a bleak horizon followed you wherever you went- it followed just about everyone. The gaping loss of Tony and Natasha was eating away at everyones blackened hearts.

For you and Stephen, however, it was different. Stephen felt he was solely responsible for Tony's sacrifice and your heart was tearing apart and angered by the way Natasha had to be so goddamn stubborn and good. Two ultimate sacrifices that would change the course of fate.

It was easy trying to disappear in the humdrum of things, everything was intensely chaotic and isolating yourself felt like the only sane option-if not you were sure you would implode or burst into tears. However, it was increasingly difficult when Stephen was right there- waiting for you to come to him, waiting for you to cry on his sleeve until your body was heaving with nothing left to offer. When you went quiet, you turned posionous and verbally tounge lash anyone who came your way and Stephen wanted to avoid that at all costs. That's why it surprised him when you finally let him come to you, teary eyed and breathless-peripheral bleared by the soaked salt.

It was about a few weeks after the loss and Stephen thought that it was best for you to approach him in your own time, he wanted to be there when you inevitably crack. You had called him, sniffling and voice quivering.

‘’Y/N? You okay?’’Stephen answered adamently, afraid that he would cross a line so fresh.

‘’Can you come.. here?’’ You heaved. ‘’Can you be with me?’’ You finally whispered out. Stephen was already conjuring a portal to your apartment, he didn't need to be told twice.

Stephen stumbled his way through and he found you, wild and disoriented- pacing around your living room as you picked at your nails and let out small intakes of breath. It seemed that you were about to go to sleep, but your thoughts were keeping you awake- all the words left unsaid.

When you saw him, it felt like your whole world came tumbling down. You were stuck and you couldn't move; all you wanted to do was run up to him and hug him but all you could do was freeze. As your eyes met his, a hot tear fell and rolled down your cheek. You buried your face in your hands and weeped into them, catching stray tears in the process.

‘’Oh, come here.’’ Stephen sighed in sympathy and endearment, he made his way over to you and embraced you in his arms.

You fell into him, face meeting his broad shoulder as you began crying into him. Stephen could smell the scent of your shampoo, he wrapped his large arms around you and you found catharsis in such human connection.

‘’I just- I'm sorry. I feel like I can't be alone right now.’’ You admitted through soft sobs as Stephen stroked your hair. He carefully extracted your face away from his shoulder and cradled your face so you could look up at him through teary eyes.

‘’You wanna tell me what you're feeling?’’ Stephen asked, coaxing you out. To his surprise you nodded and sat down on your couch and he sat next to you.

You were silent for a while, breathing in and out as your elbows dug into your knees as you held your face- attempting to form the words to vocalise how you were feeling. The gaping hole within you becoming wider and wider, only exasterbated by your voluntary isolation.

The hole only Stephen could heal; he watched you through discerning eyes. Stephen stared at your face, urging you to continue.

‘’I just feel...resentment. It's like poison, Stephen.’’ You whispered.

Stephen just listened in response.

‘’We could've done more. I could've done more and now I'm supposed to accept the fact that we're never going to see them again?’’ You felt like you were about to burst into hysterics, your mind pacing and your arms flailing slightly as you carded your fingers in your hair.

All Stephen could do was stay silent.

‘’I'm useless, Stephen. All the times I never listened to Tony or all the times I undermined and underestimated Natasha, I swear all of this is just recompence for my stubborness and it'll rain down hell before I’ll stop feeling this soul eating guilt.’’ You spluttered absentmindedly, you were rambling now and Stephen's eyes wilted with every word you breathed- the fact you felt this much in such little time was slowly breaking his heart.

‘It just won't stop.’

The words were left in the air for a while. Stephen clasped both of your hands in his and raised them to his lips. Your breath halted for a moment as the tears ceased, stinging your already read eyes.

‘’You're wrong.’’ He stated simply as his eyes flitted to yours. ‘’Look at me, you're not useless. You are not any of those things, what I'm looking at right now is someone who is going through the hell that is grief. The love you have for them only tells me your empathy knows no bounds.’’

You had honestly clocked out and phased his words out before he grabbed you by the face and looked you dead in the eye.

‘’You're not indestructable, you are impossibly human with a heart bigger than your mouth.’’ You huffed out a shy chuckle at his brashness.

‘’You are not your mistakes, your guilt is merely a collection of the love you still harbour for them.’’

Your lip quivered at how soft he was being with you, he was treating you so delicately.

‘’You're light. You're my light, I-‘’ Stephen cut himself off as his mind and tongue were running rampant simultaneously. The manifestations of his desires were in abundance and ripe for the taking.

You gawked into the vast blue of his eyes, the event horizon dragging you in oncre more and you felt like you were drowning in him. Your fingers travelled to his hair as you pleaded with him to continue- to tell you what you needed to hear.

‘’Listen to me- you matter. None of this falls on your shoulders. You matter...so much.’’He finally spat out as he reaffirmed his blossiming feelings for you, but he pondered if he should say it more blatantly in a way that wouldn't go over your head.

‘’You matter so much to me.’’Stephen mumbled as he stared at your lips a lot longer than he should've. You began shuffling under his hold and nodding your head vehemently as streaks of salt fell from your eyes.

‘’Is that true, or another lie to just make me feel better?’’ You muttered, holding onto his hair tighter than before.

‘’Never been more honest. Believe me.’’

You just had to run your mouth.

‘’That means nothing if you can't prove it, Stephen.’’ Your voice sounded defeated, you moved your head to the side to pull away from him but to your surprise he held your face back to look into his bare eyes once more.

Stephen was contemplating two decisions he knew he would ultimately regret. Kiss you to show you he was telling the truth or let you go and play it safe. You knew in your heart that this was an impossible ask fora Stephen, to finally let out into the open feelings that best be left uncrossed. Being so close to him had its downsides, you finally got to understand that he wasn't very good at confronting his feelings let alone get it out in the open.

But for you Stephen was willing to risk everything.

Stephen pressed his lips to yours delicately. Coaxing out the waters of your troubled mind and help you ease back to the shore. Once he had it in himself to peel away from you, your eyes brought him back from his trance like state. They were wild and aglow. You finally found it in yourself to speak.

‘’Is there something you want to tell me?’’ You breathed.

‘’Is there something you want to tell me?’’ He repeated way too happily, urging you to go first even though you didn't want to.

‘’Admit to you how much I want you or admit to how long I've waited for you to do that?’’ Stephen brushed his thumb on your bottom lip as you told him your innermost thoughts.

‘’I just can't stop thinking about you. I haven’t been here for you and it’s eating me up inside." He confessed in shame and it would be true in saying that it was one of the most difficult things he's ever had to do but it was for you. You needed to hear that from him.

‘’Can you stay with me?’’ You whispered. ‘’Stay with me. Please.’’ You spluttered and how could Stephen refuse.

You kissed him this time. A spiritual kind of healing you've been yearning for. It was all so needed, and when you found yourself on his lap it only amplified the fact. He grasped onto your waist tightly, his hands wandering up and down the smooth span of your back with every kiss your holy presence giften him. You are the light outrunning the darkness.

‘’Can I feel you?’’Stephen pleaded as his lips fell to your neck. ‘’Can I undress you?’’ Your skin was abuzz in anticipation and you nodded your head intensely.

‘’Use your words baby.’’ Stephen ordered softly as he lifted a finger to loosen the strap of your vest. Although what he really wanted was to rip your clothes off and fuck you beyond comprehension but tonight he wanted to go soft: reaffirming and gentle. It's what you needed: intimate and almost painstakingly slow.

‘’Yes. Please.’’Your voice was thinly veiled with quiet yet unmissable desperation- and he was more than willing to oblige.

‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Just- go slow. For me.’’ You requested with a sigh.

His hands played with the hem of your shirt, teasing you slightly with the unforgettable touch of his deft fingers. Stephen aided you in getting your tank off and he revelled in the true feeling of your skin on his. He was like a moth to a flame the way your tits fell free. It was all for him to play with and you had all the time in the world. He kissed your collarbone and the skin surrounding it, your hands ruffled his hair and he knew you were barely clinging onto the sensation and he wanted to give you more. His kisses turned into bites and your collarbone turned into your nipples. You gasped and his mouth travelled to your lips to swallow your moan, your hands clamped against his face and pushed him back to just stare at his face and revel in the fact that this is actually happening.

You grasped his hand and remarked at it flirtatiously as if you were planning your next move. The smirk on your face said far too much.

‘’Now what do these fingers do?’’ You chuckled lowly, the pearly white of your teeth peaking through as you did so.

Stephen didn't respond, his only reaction was a venomous smile. One full of mischief.

His fingers found hospice on your heart and slowly and tortorously traced down between your ribs in a straight line. The way he was dragging this out was impossibly electric but anything less than gratifying.

Stephen's fingers dragged over your stomach and down to the spot that made you see fireworks. His gaze was venomous as his hands were in your shorts- feeling you up. Stephen's fingers were long and thick and he was impressed with how wet he had gotten you already. When he looked up at you, he saw you filled with bliss and yearning- a potent and heady combination. Stephen started moving his fingers in an out of you at a pace you deemed..interesting.

‘’Is this slow enough for you?’’ You didn't know if Stephen was mocking you or not. You grabbed his face and kissed the smirk off of his lips and if anything his lips curled into an even bigger smile.

He took this as incentive to lay you down on the couch, you didn't think vou could make it to the bedroom at the rate he was going.

Hovering over you, he looked deep into your eyes- searching for answers. Answers to what he wasn't sure but the way your pupils dialated and were black with hunger made him lose his mind- and with that you clawed his shirt off.

‘’I want you.' you stated. Although you were quite literally under him, the statement still took him by surprise due to how certain you sounded. More certain than anything, ever. He kissed you vehemently and began peeling your shorts and underwear off painfully slow.

‘’So beautiful.’’ Stephen remarked, the comment making you blush slightly.

He bent his head down and kissed at your lower stomach and you opened your legs allowing him to nestle between. He kissed at you everywhere, your favourite being your inner thigh- so close to where you wanted him, home. You couldn't handle it any longer.

‘’Come here.’’ You begged and brought his face up to your mouth where he could swallow your whines.

It all just felt like a well needed catharsis, as Stephen tugged his pants off your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades- the sting was inticing.

As he lowered himself into you, the stifled gasp and the knitted eyebrows did it in for him. The intense eye contact is what is dragging him in and he needed more. Stephen fawned over you and held himself up as he began to rut inside you- deeply. So fucking deep.

‘’Slow?’’

'Mhm…’’ You stifled.

‘’Intimate?'’

You moaned in response.

It was all deep strokes and intense eye contact, a magical soul binding thing. Missionary always seemed boring to you but this- this was soul astounding. Extraordinary. So renewing and sexy. Stephen cradled your face to continue staring into your beguiling eyes.

You needed healing and Stephen was the antidote.

You were lost in the pleasure- time was warped. It seemed like Stephen could go on forever, the Adonis of a man could last for days teasing you, edging you beyond comprehension; the fact that you were yearning for this for so long hindered your cognitive ability and your body was about to explode. Stephen was enjoying dragging it all out, you did ask him to go slow and he was extremely pleased he got you in such a state.

‘’So messy.’’ He reprimanded with a knowing crooked smile.

Your mouth slotted against his as a means to shut him up and with that you found your self to come undone, as he bit at your lower lip you lost control. Your gasp set Stephen's body alight, he swallowed it hungrily as his mouth devoured yours. He watched down and saw your mouth was agape and your face was tight, you were inhumanly stunning. Hair wild and untamed and eyes impossibly picturesque, you were made for him.

After the gruelling weeks, you needed this type of closure and healing. You gushed onto him and the sensation made him lose his mind too- he emptied himself out and he wished he could relive every second. The delightsome sighs that escaped both of your mouths was all your ears could register as clammy sweat coated foreheads met.

‘’That was…..intense and-‘’

‘’Helpful?’’ Stephen cut you off.

‘’Yeah.’’ You sighed bashfully like a smitten teenager.

‘’It's not your fault, it'll never be your fault, okay? I'll protect you, no matter the cost of it.’’ He reaffirmed and you swore you were going red the way your cheeks were blushing.

‘’No. Listen. I'll protect the both of us.’’ You counter offered.

‘’Don't make any promises you won't be able to keep.’’

‘’I'm not. I just can't lose you, I can't lose anyone else. Okay?’’ You gave him a soft chaste kiss to soothe his fraying nerves and static mind.

‘’Okay.’’ Stephen gave in finally.

‘’Can you stay for the night?’’

He didn't need to be asked.

‘’Of course. Tea?’’

You laughed. It's been a while since you laughed and Stephen pulled you from the teetering edge once again. You weren't sure if it was fate or destiny to be brought together like this- he was your best friend and now the possibilites with him are boundless.

Boundless like his love for you.

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[cartooncadet666]

He heard whispering all around him, 'Is he okay?', 'Woah, he has freckles still!', 'What kind of ghost is that?', 'He looks too soft to be here.' ,'Oh goodness! What's wrong with his eye?!'

Filled with anxiety, he looked up to see ghosts towering over him, their bodies shifting backwards when they all made eye contact. 'Holy sh*t, his eye...' He started shaking and creeping away from the souls, hot tears were falling down his face in quick paces.

"Hey, you okay kiddo? You look spooked..." A fire ghost floated closer to him, "We get it, it's scary the first time around, but you'll get used to it-" The flaming soul reached out to him, only getting a shock of cold energy throughout his body. "OW! WHAT THE HECK?!"

"S-STAY AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The new ghost sobbed uncontrollably, trying to stay as far away from each of them as possible, but he could only get so far. More whispers of concern drifted from every single mouth, that plus all of his crying gave the young one a headache.

"Dude, it's okay.. No one's going to hurt you, we wouldn't dream of it..." One of the souls said, the new soul's reaction to all of the current events made some of the creatures hurt on the inside. The older generations of them, mostly, felt heartbroken hearing his cries.

On the right of him, Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde were watching his movements, an expression of both confusion and worry on their faces. "Is it only me or does he look familiar?" Pinky pointed at the poor thing and whispered to the boys, "I swear I think I've seen him somewhere..."

"Nah, he doesn't ring a bell, a lot of people look the same to me." Blinky crossed his arms.

"Poor guy, he seems so scared of us.." Clyde whimpered.

"Look all we need to do is give a ghostly welcome, he's really new, that's why he's spooked." Inky flashed a smug grin, and flew towards to the freckled ghost. Appearing behind him, Inky cleared his throat and grabbed his attention. "Hey there new guy, don't worry you're one of us now."

The freckled soul had his hand covering his corrupted eye before letting it go. When both ghosts made complete eye contact, flashes of traumatic experiences entered both minds.

"DON'T LEAVE ME, DON'T LEAVE ME! I'LL DIE WITHOUT YOU-"

"JAMIE! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME! JAMIE!"

Inky gasped and rushed backwards, the freckled ghost flinching from the sudden movements. "I-Im sorry! Don't look at my eye! I'm so sorry!" He cried, tears still falling down his face as he desperately tried wiping them away.

The rest of the ghost gang rushed over to Inky to ask what happened and what he saw, but all the commotion seemed to anger Betrayus and his assistants.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING UNHOLY IS HAPPENING OVER HERE?!" He yelled, both of the twins behind him. His usual cold glare then softened by shock when he saw the quivering soul in the center of the crowd.

As if by instinct, Lord Betrayus rushed over to the younger soul and knelt to get down to his level. He watched the soul cry and weep away his emotions, both hands still covering his eyes as he sobbed. Betrayus frowned, he hasn't seen or heard a child inside the Nether Realm ever since his own or the ghost gang, and there's a reason why he didn't want any down here.

The ghost uncovered his eyes for a second to catch a glimpse of the lord before jolting from surprise, "STAY BACK!" He put one hand before him as a cautionary defense, he just so happened to do the same thing to Betrayus as he did to Inky.

*gunshot*

"STRATOS!"

The lord only flinched from the event, his glare still remaining on the scared soul. His glare was soft towards the fearful youngster, seeing the ghost tremble and sob was painful to even watch. He felt his heart shatter watching him cry, the reason he hates a child of any age to be in the Nether is because they're still young to die.

"Are you alright?" He gently pulled the ghost's hands away from his eyes, "What's your name?"

Still shaking, the ghost finally replied: " Skeebo..."

"How are you here? Who or what killed you kid?"

Skeebo looked behind Betrayus to see the twins have the same sad expression on their faces, he felt anxious when he saw Dr. Buttocks scanning him.

"Do you not want to say it?" Betrayus asked him. "Was it that bad? You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Skeebo whimpered, a few tears keeping his face damp, "Please don't make me.." He looked down at his body, a visible scar and gauze piece attached to it. "I don't want to talk about it.."

"You did this to yourself, didn't you..?" Betrayus whispered to him and patted Skeebo's head as an attempt to sooth him, obviously working on the teen. He felt even worse when Skeebo nodded to the question, but he didn't show much surprise, he had a death quite similar to Skeebo's.

"Butler! Take our scared friend and soothe him down, we don't want any negative emotions to stay inside of him." Said the lord after he patted Skeebo's back after making him float. "And doctor, make a patch for his corrupted eye, make sure he won't take it off."

"Yes sir.." Both brothers said as they went to do their tasks.

"The rest of you, go back to what you were doing, he'll be fine!" Every ghost immediately followed their leader's commands, even though they all worried for the new ghost.

[v1ci0us]

omg another one im so excited 😍 forgive me for not being the first to reblog it but i read it yesterday , i was in a bad mood and it made me feel sooo much better. that’s js the kinda thing ur work does to people 

On the three-week mark, Wednesday goes looking for you.

why did it take her three weeks 🤨 me personally i would not accept that

You resemble a ghost to her sometimes. She has glimpses of you every day yet never manages to get close enough to properly grasp you. It's unfair, because you have a hold on her; and it comes with this everlasting longing, a phantom pain in her heart that weeps in your absence. 

ur use of figurative language makes me go crazy because it fits so perfectly and i’m like omg how do u even think of that it’s js so good. u have a way with words fr

There's an instant bitterness in her mouth.

jealous jealous girl 😛

a stroke of black paint is smudged on your cheek and Wednesday catches a glimpse of a black braid on your canvas — she really tries not to let her mind wander onto what it could be.

istg if we’re painting wednesday when she literally broke our hearts.. i do not stand for this helpless behavior

Wednesday bunches up the fabric on the cuffs of her jacket, her nails forming half-moons on her palms to ground herself.

okay i know i’m mad at her, but she’s just so baby and a pookie who’s soft for her girl 

There's an almost nonexistent softness to Wednesday's eyes. Because there's a barely their smile on your lips.

😒 i would never but okay

It feels like loneliness, abandonment.

who abandoned who 🤨 but the rain/storm thing serving as a bad memory wednesday doesn’t want to experience is honestly so good. i never know how u get these ideas ur incredibly creative

"I've been waiting for you," you tell her, keeping your hands behind your back. Ever since Wednesday snapped at you, you've been holding yourself back from reaching out, even if it hurt. If she wanted to make amends, you wanted it to be her decision.

okay yes i agree but why would you say that?? this girl is too open that’s how she got hurt bro 

You nod softly, the orange glow of the small flickering flame of the candle that rests on Wednesday's desk is reflecting against your skin. You look like her favorite dream.

u look like her favorite dream?!! omg my head is reeling and spinning i am pulling at my hair my voice is breaking. THAT LINE BROO 😍

You pursed your lips, taking half a step toward Wednesday; "you said your life was better before I showed up."

wowww okay i see how it is. but technically wednesday’s not wrong—she had no romance or any emotions, a routine focused on mysteries, and nobody to call her own, meaning she never had to experience anything concerning worry or negative emotions

She decides you're worth it.

umm ms gurl obviously?!

One of your hands comes up to Wednesday's cheek to tuck back a loose strand of hair there.

ok but why are WE comforting HER? like ms gurl who said all the horrible things 🤨

It's laughable that the small touch is almost enough to get Wednesday to crumble.

nvm bae 🤭

"I never cared about someone to the point of feeling like I'm being drowned to death at the mere thought of harm coming to them," she finishes in a rush.

that’s just so soft 

A sob cuts its way through Wednesday's throat, and she's suddenly losing any last bits of composure she had. Tears make a steady path down her cheeks.

You had come back to her with a physical manifestation of your affections, and she called you an inconvenience.

Apologies stumble past Wednesday's lips before she can stop them.

this honestly might be my favorite part bcs this is when wednesday feels most regret and sorrow bcs. well ya i’m not good at explaining it but it’s just everything and i want to read this part everyday for the rest of my life

Wednesday buries herself in your embrace, feeling the cold finally seep away from her skin and be replaced with your warmth.

"I missed you," her lips brush your skin with the confession and you feel the words in your heart.

fjakngwkfab u don’t understand this is just so oh my god addicting and the comfort is driving me insane and wednesday’s vulnerability. ur too good man . also she missed us 😍

There's a soft whimper that slips Wednesday at the knowledge that she was, after all, someone worth missing.

⁉️⁉️⁉️ I HAVE DIED DEAD RIP ME 

Wednesday's cheeks are a bright shade of pink when she eventually, reluctantly pulls away from you. It gets a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest.

this girl has me down SO bad why is she so adorable oh my god

Wednesday brings her hand up, tracing the pendant on her necklace. It makes her feel like she's yours, and she doesn't hate it.

😍😍😍😘😘😘

"You left it here," Wednesday tells you quickly, she's not looking you in the eye and the blush of her cheeks has just increased. It's almost like you've stumbled upon a secret she didn't want you to find. "I've been meaning to return it." Her voice is as quiet as you've ever heard it, and you think it's all too adorable.

i am so close to dropping down on one knee and proposing oh my god flustered wednesdya is a NEED it sso gkwfnmwngnanfna makes me dizzy in the best way possible

And Wednesday kisses the words, her hands sneaking behind your neck and trapping you to her. She kisses you as if she's not sure you're real yet and is trying to convince herself through your lips.

i can not tell u how addicted i am to ur writing and romance and fluff and angst and hurt/comfort, u nail all genres istg ljke. u could take any tag, the worst one, and turn it into a piece of art.

anyways i rlly rlly rlly rlly loved this like so so so much, almost as much as u , and im sorry for not reblogging instantly considering that’s my job as number 1 fan. stay slaying esther 😘😘😘

don’t know how to be something you miss | ch 2

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: On a rainy day, Wednesday recalls pieces of your story together through memories, and wonders if you miss her too.

A/N: People asked for a part 2 so I'm delivering. Soft!Wednesday because I can, so I will. I have to say that reading the first part is kinda essential to understand this one. This was based around this song that was suggested by @abelvrla, and this one that was suggested by @tuboficecream. The writing process for this was so weird, I feel like I genuinely blacked out while writing it, I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing and that's what came out. So, sorry if the quality is questionable; but hopefully not.

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

On the three-week mark, Wednesday goes looking for you.

She hates doing it; admitting that the mistake was hers. But she also hates that it took her this long to do so.

Because each day away from you feels like dying, little by little.

You resemble a ghost to her sometimes. She has glimpses of you every day yet never manages to get close enough to properly grasp you. It's unfair, because you have a hold on her; and it comes with this everlasting longing, a phantom pain in her heart that weeps in your absence.

She still wonders if it's the same for you, or if she fell alone and you don't miss her as she does you.

Wednesday considered, for a brief moment, to let it go — to bury your hoodie in the confines of her wardrobe and never look at it again and just forget about you. The Wednesday from a year ago would do just that, and call the Wednesday from today pathetic for even thinking otherwise.

But living in the past takes her nowhere. Wednesday would never forgive herself for not trying to save what you two had.

So she goes looking, and she finds you in Xavier's art shed. She knows you're there because your bike is leaning against the wall outside.

There's an instant bitterness in her mouth.

It's a gloomy day outside, fluffy clouds coming together to form what looks to be a storm. Wednesday sees it from between the trees as she walks the woods.

A year ago, the prospect of a storm would make her smile.

Not today. Rain brings back memories. And Wednesday doesn't want memories.

Taking in a deep breath, Wednesday pushes open the wooden door. You're sitting on a stool with a big canvas in front of you; there's a brush between your fingers and your tongue is poking out of your mouth as you concentrate on the image you're painting; a stroke of black paint is smudged on your cheek and Wednesday catches a glimpse of a black braid on your canvas — she really tries not to let her mind wander onto what it could be.

The door shuts close behind her with a soft click, finally drawing your attention. The shed feels too cramped for the tension hanging in the air. Breathing is a challenge already.

"Wednesday?" Xavier is the first to speak. Wednesday hadn't even noticed his presence.

"Did you need something?" He keeps going, annoyingly because he's invading her moment with you.

Wednesday doesn't look at him when she speaks, she has an unblinking stare focused on you; "I was hoping we could talk."

You lower your brush, trying to clean your cheek with the back of your hand but you only end up smudging more paint there.

It's been five seconds already and you're not talking. Wednesday takes it as a rejection. And somehow her broken heart still found a way to beat, thundering against her ears. It's almost deafening.

Wednesday bunches up the fabric on the cuffs of her jacket, her nails forming half-moons on her palms to ground herself.

"Give me a few minutes to change," your voice cut the silence and you gestured to your clothes, a little ruined with paint - you always had been a bit clumsy. "I'll find you."

There's an almost nonexistent softness to Wednesday's eyes. Because there's a barely there smile on your lips.

—

Rain is pouring down violently, the power has gone out in the whole school and now candles are the ones that illuminate Wednesday's room.

She hates the sound of the drops hitting her window and the roof above, they're loud, they bring with them the familiar cold air. It feels like loneliness, abandonment.

A knock comes from her door and Wednesday scrambles to open it. You're standing on the other side, a white and red hoodie keeping you warm because you couldn't find your favorite one.

Something about you instantly warms up the whole dorm when you walk in.

"I've been waiting for you," you tell her, keeping your hands behind your back. Ever since Wednesday snapped at you, you've been holding yourself back from reaching out, even if it hurt. If she wanted to make amends, you wanted it to be her decision.

Wednesday gulps, her gaze moving up and down your body before she has the courage to look you in the eyes. She feels out of place, maybe a little lost. She's unsure what's the next step on all this.

"I-" her words are tangled, everything she had perfectly planned is now a mess inside her mind, "I believe I owe you an apology."

You nod softly, the orange glow of the small flickering flame of the candle that rests on Wednesday's desk is reflecting against your skin. You look like her favorite dream.

"Okay," you tell her in all your tenderness, "for what?"

It's most unkind, though; Wednesday thinks to herself as she clenches her jaw. Because you know her, you know this isn't easy, yet you still want to hear her say it.

Wednesday huffs with remains of annoyance and shifts from one foot to another, she wants to reach out and hold you, bring things back to how they were. The distance feels worse now than it did when she saw you from the opposite side of the cafeteria. Maybe because you're just a step away from her, yet she doesn't feel within the right to take that step.

Thunder rumbles outside, and with it, the tight feeling weighing down on Wednesday's chest increases. She blinks once, twice. Her vision blurs over. She feels she's one word away from winning you back or losing you for good.

"I said things I didn't mean the last time we spoke."

You pursed your lips, taking half a step toward Wednesday; "you said your life was better before I showed up."

Wednesday instantly shook her head, "that's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then?"

"That I was scared." The words roll off Wednesday's tongue before she has a chance to filter them, she closes her eyes for a beat, cringing at her own sudden vulnerability. She decides you're worth it.

"I didn't know what had happened to you that day," Wednesday tells you, tone tight, "I never-" she hesitates, and you take another step closer. One of your hands comes up to Wednesday's cheek to tuck back a loose strand of hair there. It's laughable that the small touch is almost enough to get Wednesday to crumble.

"I never cared about someone to the point of feeling like I'm being drowned to death at the mere thought of harm coming to them," she finishes in a rush. So fast that some words almost mend together into one, but you manage to understand.

It's only when your thumb brushes it away, that Wednesday realizes a tear had slipped past her defenses and was rolling down her cheek. She looks away from you then, severely embarrassed.

"Love scares you," you whisper. It's not a question, you know it's a truth.

Wednesday is as still as a corpse, the only things moving are her eyes, incapable of choosing where to focus.

"I'm not going anywhere, Wednesday," you promise, because you knew she had to hear it. Then, you finally bring the hand that was behind your back to rest between both you and her.

When Wednesday looks down, she sees you holding onto a small box. Black in its color and resting perfectly in your palm. She frowns, glancing up at you in confusion. All you do is extend the box further toward her.

Wednesday relents and takes the box from you, careful as ever. She doesn't dare breathe when she opens it.

Inside, rests a necklace. The pendant in it has the shape of a Black Dahlia.

Wednesday doesn't need you to say a word. That's what you went to get on that day.

A sob cuts its way through Wednesday's throat, and she's suddenly losing any last bits of composure she had. Tears make a steady path down her cheeks.

You had come back to her with a physical manifestation of your affections, and she called you an inconvenience.

Apologies stumble past Wednesday's lips before she can stop them.

"We're okay," you tell her in the same heartbeat, sneaking your arms around her waist and pulling her body to yours. You grip her tightly, any last remaining distance between you disappearing.

Wednesday buries herself in your embrace, feeling the cold finally seep away from her skin and be replaced with your warmth.

"I missed you," her lips brush your skin with the confession and you feel the words in your heart.

You hug her tighter; "I missed you too."

There's a soft whimper that slips Wednesday at the knowledge that she was, after all, someone worth missing.

Wednesday's cheeks are a bright shade of pink when she eventually, reluctantly pulls away from you. It gets a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest.

She's holding the necklace tightly, it makes you smile. "May I?"

You take the necklace from her hands, whispering for her to turn around and she does so without hesitation. With delicate fingers, you close it around her neck.

It's a perfect fit, the dark flower resting perfectly over her chest.

"You look beautiful," you tell her with a smile.

Wednesday brings her hand up, tracing the pendant on her necklace. It makes her feel like she's yours, and she doesn't hate it.

Raindrops are steadily trickling down the window, the flames of the candles around you give the room the most intimate of feelings. You like it when the lights are out. And while looking around, your eyes catch a glimpse of a pop of color resting on top of Wednesday's bed. You walk closer to get a better look — because there wasn't supposed to be color in her side of the room.

And there, beside Wednesday's pillow, rests the lilac hoodie you've been incessantly looking for these last weeks.

With a chuckle, you pick it up, "I've been looking everywhere for this."

"You left it here," Wednesday tells you quickly, she's not looking you in the eye and the blush of her cheeks has just increased. It's almost like you've stumbled upon a secret she didn't want you to find. "I've been meaning to return it." Her voice is as quiet as you've ever heard it, and you think it's all too adorable.

Bringing the hoodie closer to your nose, you could feel Wednesday's perfume on the fabric. Your skin fills with goosebumps upon imagining her wearing it. You walk closer to her and reach around her to drape the hoodie over her shoulders, admiring the blend of her dark braids over the lilac.

Wednesday's dark eyes drift down to your lips, it's like she can read your mind.

You tug at the hoodie, pulling her close to you. You peck her lips, "you can keep it," you whisper against her, "looks much better on you anyway."

And Wednesday kisses the words, her hands sneaking behind your neck and trapping you to her. She kisses you as if she's not sure you're real yet and is trying to convince herself through your lips.

Wednesday can hear the raindrops hitting her window but all she feels is you.

Maybe she'll learn to love the rain again; as long as you stay.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keep me motivated to continue posting here, so I’d appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment if you want. <3

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[rkiveologist]

"I c-cant take it!" | jhs

pairing: sub!hoseok x gn!reader | wc: 746

genre/au: idol!au, established relationship, fluff and smut | warnings: he puts a considerate amount of time into picking those songs to put on his insta story, hobi leg appreciation, usage of baby boy and pup/puppy, he cant lie for the life of him, whining, handjob, begging, and overstimulation (hobi cries a little bit), there are more implied sexual acts at the end

summary: your admiration for your sweet little hubby's legs end in you giving him a mind numbing handjob.

a/n: this is my first piece in like 2 years so please cut me some slack im a little rusty LMFAO. i really want to continue more of this submissive bts agenda its so addicting.

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As you walked up the stairs of your shared home with your husband of 3 years, a variety of music reached your ears, none lasting more than 30 seconds before getting changed. Reaching and opening the door to your bedroom to see your husband sprawled out in nothing but a hoodie and boxers, you asked a simple "Whatcha doin?" as you took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Yoongi Hyung made these wooden whales. I'm trying to figure out which song would go well with them," he huffed.

"Oh yeah?" you replied, distracted, as you stared at his legs. Have they always been this shiny? Did he just shave? You pondered, not realizing how lewdly your hands had felt up on Hobi's legs until he slid his legs up and, with a nervous giggle, asked, "Okay, now what are YOU doing?"

You smiled at him and softly replied, "Sorry babe, I didn't even notice." You decide to give him a big ol kiss as compensation. You climb up closer to his closed thighs and can't help but notice his resistance to opening them. An even softer, "You okay, baby boy?" left your mouth in slight concern.

As he made eye contact with you, not only did it look quite forced, but it was quickly contradicted by a huge smile that broke out on his face that he quickly tried to suppress. An unsure "Yeah, I'm fine" hastily left his mouth.

You sighed, "Hope, you do know that lying is not your forte, right?"

"I'm not lying!" he claims, with the same face and a soft pout.

"Then what are you hiding?" You press and with bright red cheeks, he spreads his legs to reveal his leaking cock straining against the restrictive piece of cloth. You cooed at him and palmed his print, letting him whimper out loud as his hips bucked up against your hand. You explained to him as he nodded along to your words, "You don't have to hesitate to tell me when you need me. I'm perfectly fine with taking care of you love."

"Y/n please do something, it hurts," he begged.

"Damn, who knew touching your legs would've made you this needy?" you teased as you dipped your hands into his boxers to pull out his cock.

The tip is bright red and leaking precum all over, and as you go to cup his swollen balls, he gently kicks his legs out and whines loudly, "Y/n just stop teasing and let me cum already. It's not fair."

Oh? "Since when did you make the rules puppy?" You spit out as you wrap one hand around the base of his cock and rub the open palm of your other hand on his sensitive tip in fast, tight circles.

You get an immediate reaction from him, "Shit shit shit, Y/n wait!" His back arches off the bed as he tries to keep up, even attempting to close his legs around your hands.

A stern, "Look at me," leaves your lips and it has your baby's tear-filled eyes struggling not to roll back and make eye contact with you. "Open." Was all you had to say before his shaking thighs reluctantly separated.

"P-please, I c-cant take it!" he pleaded.

"But you haven't cum yet, puppy?" you questioned before continuing your onslaught on his weeping cock. "You seem so close though, I know you are."

"Mmm y-yes m' so close," he slurred out as tears cascaded down his face.

"Come on, pup, you can do it, cum for me," you coaxed as you removed your palm from his tip and just pumped his cock. A loud sob that echoed throughout the room turned into a silent scream as your husband arched his back in such a pornographic way with shut eyes and fists clenched in the sheets, you didn't even notice the ropes of cum reaching the bottom of his chin. He was beautiful.

A new round of tears welled up in his eyes as you never stopped pumping his softening cock and weakly shut his legs again, but this time you simply let him. You whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he came down from the high, patting the bottom of his thigh before getting up and coming back with a washcloth in hand to clean up.

After gently wiping him down, he laid there blissed out in just a hoodie, quietly staring at you, waiting for you to come back to bed.

"You know Whalien 52 would be the perfect song for your story, hobi."

"Y/n, did you cum?"

"Oh."

[silverdelirium]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT | R.W

SUMMARY ➠ your childhood best friend’s dad, ron weasley, moved in next door. he can’t help but let temptation get the best of him

WARNINGS ➠ age gap sex (reader is 19), sir and daddy kink, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation (?), degrading, praising, nicknames (petal, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.2k

A/N ➠ i really tried to give this one a plot but my brain is a bit of a mess rn so its pure smut im sorry :(

———

you were a forbidden fruit in ron’s eyes.

so sweet-looking and harmless. but also so fucking wrong.

he knows this is not okay, he is aware that if his daughter were to find out what was going on, she might’ve slapped the living shit out of him.

he doesn’t blame her… but fuck, he doesn’t regret it.

the euphoria traveling through his veins were like no other— he did not expect such good head from a nineteen-year-old.

“oh god, petal” he would groan, hand tugging at your disheveled hair while your tongue ran down the vein that decorated his girth.

your pleading eyes showing how bad you needed him.

and who was ron to deny you that?

“please, sir” you babbled, mindlessly slurping around his cock while he gave labored breaths, flexing his muscles as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot when your tongue teased at his slit.

“go on, sweetheart- put it in your mouth, like the good girl you told me you were.” he grunted, scrunching his eyebrows as you slowly took him in, knees shuffling on the wooden floor of his foyer.

praises dropped from the tip of his tongue like caramel, and you eagerly drank it all up as you deep-throated him, your drool slobbering down your chin as you tried to hold back a gag.

his voice was low and raspy when he spoke, “you’re such a pretty thing, so obedient and so fucking good at sucking cock- as if you’re a little whore off the street” his words dispatched a spark to your engorged clit.

you sent vibrations through his cock as you whimpered around him

your cheeks hollowed as you bobbed your head, eyes trained on the way ron’s abs clenched continuously, probably trying to not fuck your throat raw— not like you would mind.

“sir” you pulled away from him, gasping slightly as you looked up at him, “need you inside me.”

ron chuckled lightly, chest heaving up and down as he lent down to stamp a kiss on your forehead, “listen up, petal, you are nothing but my little fuckdoll, just a little hole for me to use, got that?” he squeezed the sides of your jaw, feeling your neck grow hot as you nodded in submission.

“yes- i’m sorry, sir, just wanna make you feel good” you cried, tears rimming in your eyes as he mocked your pout.

“poor little slut’s just too needy, hm? want my cock buried deep inside you so bad, is that it?” he teased, cock twitching as you moaned lightly, rocking your clit against the heel of your foot.

a whine slipped from your lips, your hips rocking faster now as he wrapped his large palm around his weeping cock, matching your pace as your eyes unfocused.

“need to- cum, please”

he scoffed, “already? is that how fucking desperate you are? cumming from just a little tease on your princess parts, that’s pathetic” his words triggered a set of tears to fall down from your face, yet your stomach fluttered at the degrading.

you gasped, feeling your thighs quiver as you held eye contact with ron, his own release catching up to him as you reached the seventh heaven.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” you warned, squeezing your eyes shut as your arousal drenched your knickers while ron urged you further, drawing out your orgasm from mere words.

“there we go” he said “cumming on your pretty panties like a naughty little girl.”

all you could muster were weak mewls, pawing at his arms as he continued to jerk off, aiming the tip of his cock to your bare thighs, the soft flesh covered in ropes of sticky white substance not even a minute later.

you felt dirty and almost ruined, but god did it feel fucking amazing.

puckering your lips up hazily, ron complied and delivered a messy kiss to your swollen lips.

“we’re not done, sweetheart” he murmured against your mouth, lightly pushing you back until you lay flat on the floor, breasts that spilled out of your tank top from earlier bounced lightly, making ron’s softening member perk up. “i’m gonna fuck your pretty cunt so hard you can barely even sit on it” he threatened.

the thought of being full of him had you spasming, aching to have him inside you.

“daddy” you sobbed.

the nickname had ron’s head thrown back, as well as his dick getting as hard, if not more, as before.

“please, daddy, fuck me hard” you pleaded, spreading your legs and bunching up your skirt at the waist as you revealed the drenched lace that you called underwear.

he groaned, “you bet i will.”

the tip of his rigid cock kissed your slit, drenching itself in your arousal. “you ready, bubba?” he asked, laying a sweet peck on your exposed neck.

“yes”

“yes what?” he slid the head in, making your breath pause.

“yes, daddy”

the stretch was painful as he lulled his hips in further into yours. “atta girl” he sighed.

your thighs shook at the mere burn of his cock prodding your insides. you were nothing but a mush of a brain and meek intakes of breath, whilst ron soothed the urgency your mound begged him with the pad of his thumb.

“faster!” you gasped, wiggling your hips in a weak attempt to intensify the delirium you were falling in.

ron tutted at you, “be patient, sweetheart, i ought to teach you some manners after this, hm?”

he obeyed anyway, pining your hips with one hand as he accelerated his, making the both of you cry out in bliss.

“you like that? like the way i pound into your little pussy?” he taunted, running a finger down the pushed-out skin on your stomach, a little bulge that represented his cock that lay there.

“yes, fuck!” you wailed, giving him a strangled moan as he grazed your sweet spot, your vision dotting with dark stars.

squelching and clapping hit your ears from where you two connected, ron’s eyes darkening as he looked down at the base of his cock covered in a ring of your slick.

“you look so pretty right now” he cooed “creaming all over my cock like a brainless little doll.”

the stand-alone sentence had your ears heating up while your mouth stayed agape, cunt pulsing around him as you reached the peak, ready to fall into cloud nine.

“daddy” you pleaded “i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum so hard- please” your walls contracted around him as your muscles gave mini spasms, toes curling and mouth watering as you came with a silent scream.

“that’s a good girl” praised ron “cumming all over daddy’s cock so fucking good”

he was right behind you, dumping streams of cum all over your insides. your name left his lips like a chant as your cunt greedily milked him dry.

it took a few moments for the both of you to calm down, his cum poured out of you once he pulled out; a puddle had formed on the floor from both of your juices.

“aw baby” he started “your cunt’s all messy and puffy already- it’s best if i lick it clean for you, no?”

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@ameliora-j

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

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safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

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Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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