#the morning bare face beauty 😩😩😩

[nateezfics]

hongjoong’s vlog is so boyfriend coded, and he did that intentionally. this man knows our delulu asses love this type of content from him, cuz he’s aware of how down bad we are :))

[rinhaler]

step cest, virginity loss and non con with toji pretty please? :3

the contrast between the content ur asking for and then the innocent little :3 face is sending me btw 😩 but u said pretty please so u shall receive!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, virginity loss, fem!reader, step cest, daddy kink, ddlg, step daddy!toji, no prep, cream pie, dacryphilia, praise, pet names.

words: 1.4k

It’s too much for him.

Seeing how beautiful you’ve grown up to be. You’re so smart and kind, too. He feels like he’s losing you each and every day that he drops you off outside of your university building. He’ll never tire of hearing you express how proud of yourself you are to be the first in your family to get accepted.

But he’s starting to notice a change in you.

You’re wearing more makeup and spritzing more expensive perfume. Your tops are getting lower and your skirts are getting shorter. He notices it all because you’re in such close proximity to him whenever he gives you a ride to your classes. Your scent almost luring him into the deepest depths he can sink. Your naked thighs jiggling in the passenger seat practically begging him to push them apart so he can bare witness to your needy virgin cunt.

And he knows you’re still a virgin.

He hears the phone calls you have with your new friends while you pace back and forth in your bedroom talking about which guys in the class you think are cute. All the while he’s willing himself not to give in to his basic instinct and shove a hand down his pants and jerk himself off to the way you describe what you think sex might be like.

You’re adorably naïve.

You’ve convinced yourself it won’t hurt as badly as everyone says it will. Of course that could be the case if you were to fuck one of the pencil-dicked losers in your class. But it would be different with him. Your first time should be with him.

That’s what he tells himself when he sneaks into your room in the early hours of the morning. He knows you have an 8am class, but you’re such a good girl he’s sure you won’t mind. Hell, he’ll even let you skip it if you behave yourself.

He riled himself up too much thinking about what a fucking travesty it would be if you let some frat boy sully your insides. It can’t happen, it won’t happen. He muses to himself as he sits on the edge of your bed.

Your body slowly reacts to his presence as you blink away at the bleary filter in your eyes. You stiffen slightly when you realise you aren’t alone. When you see a shadowy figure looking down at you, every worst case scenario runs through your head in an instant.

“S’just me, darlin’.” he tells you, your vision comes into focus when you hear the all too familiar voice of your daddy. His hand holds your thigh, soothing you with a simple circling thumb.

“You scared me, daddy…” you sigh, getting comfortable in bed once again. You’re losing the battle against sleep, your eyelids feel heavy as you try to continually fight away the exhaustion. If daddy is here, it must be important, after all.

He’ll keep you safe, though.

You know there’s nothing to worry about with your daddy around.

“Need you to stay still ‘n be quiet for me, yeah? Can you do that?” he whispers. You barely register the sound of fabric being moved as you try and find his eyes in the sea of darkness. You, nod though, immediately proving what a good little girl you are for your daddy.

You feel a chill as he pulls your duvet away from your barely clothed body. It’s like you knew he’d be paying you a visit tonight. He can’t quite see, but wastes no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh, d-daddy?” you speak, quietly squirming a little as he slowly pulls them.

“Thought you were going to be quiet for me, hm?” he reminds you, a gruff tone to his soothing voice. “Be a good girl for daddy, yeah? Let this happen…”

You gulp, nervously, your body freezing at his words as you realise what’s going on. He yanks your shorts away and throws them over his shoulder, you bare cunt on display is making you consider maybe being with your daddy isn’t so safe.

Maybe your daddy doesn’t always have your best interests at heart.

There’s a clacking sound you can’t place. It’s filling the room along with daddy’s groaning. You flinch as you feel the mattress spring back into place before sinking deeper than it had before. Your body is trapped beneath his and you can’t stop yourself from crying. This isn’t how you imagined your first time, this isn’t how you would have imagined any time.

But you’re paralysed.

You’re powerless.

“D-Daddy… I don’t— I don’t… like… this…” you tell him, still unable to stop your tears from falling. You gasp as he effortlessly covers the lower half of your face with the palm of his hand.

You work out the source of that unrelenting clacking sound as he towers above you, furiously touching himself as he prepares to enter your tight heat.

“Of course ya do, sweetheart.” he kisses your forehead repeatedly as he rubs his heavy tip against your virgin slot. You cry into his hand as he begins to push into you at a snails pace. He’d never do anything to intentionally hurt his baby girl. But this is something he can’t control. “This is what little girls like you are made for. Makin’ their daddies feel so good.” he continues.

His emerald eyes are the only thing you can see in the dark abyss of your room. It’s terrifying, how the eyes you had trusted more than anyone else’s are making you want to scream out in fear.

He feels your tears and saliva dampen his hand as he bullies his cock into you. If he had any sort of conscience, he’s sure he’d feel guilty for not even having the decency to prepare you first. But you’re so fucking tight like this. Taking him like such a good girl, swallowing him whole and squeezing around him like he belongs to you.

And besides, no amount of preparation would have readied you for how well-endowed he is.

He rocks his hips into yours again and again, your screams turn to muffled moans beneath his heavy palm as his tip finds it’s sanctuary against your sweet spot. It hurts, fuck, he’s monstrously big and it fucking hurts.

You try to talk to him, words he’ll never understand as his hand stifles you. He isn’t sure if it’s wise to move it. Will you scream and cause a fuss? It’s a big risk. But you’ve always been a good girl. His good girl. So he slowly peels his hand away, your whimpering moans slowly creeping up your airways and running rampant through his perverse mind.

“’m made… made for you? For daddy?” you whisper. He smiles, smothering your voice with an incestuous kiss that neither of you seem to mind. “B-But it hurts, daddy! O-Ow, daddy’s too big for me!” you cry out, a little louder than you’d intended and certainly louder than Toji wanted. He covers your mouth once more, his brutal pace kicking into high gear as he slams his whole weight behind his thrusts.

“Good fuckin’ girl, baby.” he praises you, admiring how your eyes roll over white and your consciousness leaves your body and he pummels everything he has into you. “No one can know about this, got it? You can’t do this with anyone else either. Wan’ you t’be daddy’s special girl… f-forever.” he speaks, hips speech failing as he begins to reach his peak.

He hadn’t expected you to tighten around him, either. He’s gifted you with your first orgasm and your pussy hugging ‘n squeezing around him forces him to reject any concept of pulling out. You have him trapped inside of your previously untainted walls. Thick, white cum coats your insides and he collapses on you as he finishes.

His grunts continue to fill the room. Though they sound like they’re only meant for you to hear as he levels his mouth with your ear. You turn to face him, those familiar green eyes feel so safe again as he looks at you. Like you can trust him with anything. You could tell him any secret and he’d take it to the grave.

But you know better, now.

You know what you are to him.

“W-Why did you do that, daddy?” you ask him, your voice so timid and subdued. You always talk so sweetly to your daddy. He thinks if you didn’t want that, you would be picking a fight with him. You’d be screaming and crying and demanding an explanation. But you’re too sweet for that. You’re too much of a good girl for daddy to do any of that.

“… Because good little girls always let their daddy cum in them first.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[sashiavi]

imagine big boy diluc… like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good 😭😔😔😔😭😭😭😔😔

♡ Genshin Impact Big Boys ♡ Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !

I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it 😩

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)

Hope you enjoy ♡♡

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BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.

BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.

BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.

BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.

BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.

BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.

BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.

BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.

BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.

BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.

BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.

BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.

BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.

BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.

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[urfavleo777]

the only thing i need in my life is soft morning sex with Joost and just being so needy and loving for each other🙏🙏 (praise kink makes my brain go brrr😩)

love your work!❤️

lazy mornings

joost klein x fem!reader

warnings: face-sitting, language, smut.

your eyes open lazily under the influence of sunlight from outside the window. you mentally scold yourself and your boyfriend for not closing the curtains, but you were too busy with each other last night to even remember.

it’s quiet, save for the soft snores filling your ears. with the way your body is tangled with joost’s, you feel his steady breathing, his face happily buried in the crook of your neck.

this is one of the first times you wake up first. usually joost is the early bird who gets up just before the alarm goes off. the result of opening your eyes first was last night's drinking with friends. joost, well he drank way too much. so it's inevitable that he'll wake up with a huge hangover.

“god morgen, beautiful.” his morning voice is always so deep — raspy. you shut your eyes again, murmuring a greeting back at him as he props himself up a little to kiss you on the cheek. “ouch, my head.”

“do you need medicine, love?”

“no,” he yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. “i need only you.”

you laugh, starting to run your finger along jooste's tinted cheek. he closes his eyes under your touch, enjoying each new movement. a blissful little sigh slips from his lips, as he nuzzles into your palm. you lean forward to smear a kiss against his forehead, overcome with fondness; warm lips lingering on his skin.

you admire every one of his features, ghosting your hand over his bare skin. he always looks beautiful, of course, but especially when he has his eyes closed. it is mornings like these you most adore — a quiet moment to contrast your loud, busy life. a moment alone with your lover, with your thoughts. when you stop the scratching, he grabs your hand and places a long kiss on it.

he hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “mh, continue.”

he’s a little too pretty, like this. framed by the hazy sunshine, like something out of a dream. all soft clouds and gentle caresses, the scent of dried lavender, the pitter patter of rain against a windowsill. all things kind and comforting. 

“i don’t want you to fall asleep again.” you laugh quietly, burying your hands in his messy blonde hair.

you’re afraid that your heart might give out, if you look at him for too long.

joost finally opens his blue eyes and, you take back your words, he is even more beautiful than ever.

being in joost’s arms is pure bliss. the most grounding sensation you know, one that never fails to calm you down, no matter how stressed or anxious you’re feeling. with his broad chest and strong arms, his bergamot-scented skin. so doting, pressing little kisses to your shoulder, trying to console you. his hair tickles your cheek a little, but it’s comforting.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he questions, voice set on a low, particularly soothing lilt. coaxing, almost cooing — a tone that buzzes with safety. his big hands go to rest on your head and back, smoothing down your spine.

”nothing,” you sniffle. feeling a little silly. “you’re just too perfect. ‘s not fair.”

a pause. 

then, a chuckle bubbles up from joost’s throat. something fond and delightful unfurls in his chest, a kind of relief; a feather-light amusement.

”ah, is that so?” he drawls, a lazy amusement flickering through his eyes. playful. “don’t you have enough after yesterday?”

“never.” you shake your head, smiling deviously.

“sit on my face then.” he shuffles further down on the bed, lifting his head away from the pillow. “go ahead. make yourself comfortable.”

as you obey, you feel a tingling sensation down on your lower belly, butterflies awakening as you place your knees in between his head. “such a pretty look.” you squeal when he tugs your thighs closer, his mouth immediately attaching to your wet pussy. joost growls deeply, feeling the vibrations on your cunt.

your mind goes into a state of bliss, your hands grabbing his hair tightly. “that’s right,” he says between licking your cunt, “fucking grind yourself on me, mhmm…”

“oh, baby,” you whimper, closing your eyes as your hips unconsciously hump his face, “i think i’m gonna cum.”

he replies with a deep “mhm?” and doesn’t stop playing with your engorged, sensitive clit. he laps his tongue on your pussy like an animal, his big hands gripping your thighs so tightly that they might leave handprints.

your legs shake as you climax, your hands reaching behind you to grab ahold of his thighs. he licks all the cum spilled out of you.

but joost doesn’t stop.

your eyes expand when he continues to drink up all your juices, lapping his tongue against your throbbing bud again and again, nonstop. the overstimulation makes you pull away, but he stops you.

“we’re not done,” he grumbles, “not fucking done eating your pussy.”

joost’s mouth and jaw were soaked in your wetness, and that’s clearly what he likes. joost likes it messy, he likes to eat your pussy like it was his last meal. and seeing you on top of him like this — being a good girl to take his tongue, learning how to subdue the overwhelming sensations and instead take pleasure in them, he plans to reward you after this.

“i—i’m cumming,” you barely say in a whisper, mouth agape.

joost chuckles menacingly as you spill all over him once again. he watches in awe how your body trembles, struggling to keep yourself up.

“good girl,” he kisses your inner thigh. “you’re more valuable than all the medicines in the world.”

[driverlando]

can’t stop thinking about reader who develops bruises really easily and oscar putting ice + kissing them argh😩🫶

You’d always bruised easily, a trait that Oscar found both endearing and concerning. The smallest bump or scrape would leave a mark, a dark reminder of even the gentlest of touches. Tonight, however, the bruises came from something far more intense.

The night had started innocently enough, with a quiet dinner at home and a bottle of wine. As the evening progressed, the conversation turned flirtatious, the atmosphere charged with unspoken desire. By the time you made it to the bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation.

Oscar had been particularly passionate, his usual gentle touches replaced by a more primal urgency. His hands had gripped your hips tightly, his lips and teeth marking your skin with love bites and bruises in the heat of the moment. You loved the way he took control, the way he made you feel completely desired, but it often left your skin tender and marked.

The next morning, as the sun filtered through the curtains, you stirred in bed, feeling the familiar ache of fresh bruises. Oscar was still asleep beside you, his face peaceful, a stark contrast to the intensity of the previous night. You carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom.

In the mirror, you saw the evidence of last night’s passion—dark bruises on your hips, love bites on your neck and shoulders. You sighed, both loving and cursing how easily your skin showed the marks of his desire.

You made your way to the kitchen to grab some ice, hoping to reduce the swelling. As you rummaged in the freezer, you heard Oscar’s footsteps behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest warm against your back.

“Morning,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” you admitted, holding up the ice pack. “Thought I’d try to ease some of the bruising.”

Oscar turned you around, his eyes scanning the marks on your skin. His expression softened with a mix of guilt and concern. “I’m sorry,” he said, his fingers gently tracing the bruises. “I got carried away.”

You shook your head, placing a hand on his cheek. “Don’t be. I love how passionate you get. Just comes with a few marks.”

He sighed, taking the ice pack from you. “Let me help.”

He led you to the living room, sitting you down on the couch. Oscar knelt in front of you, his touch tender as he pressed the ice pack against the darkest bruise on your hip. You shivered at the cold, but his gentle kisses on your skin quickly warmed you.

“I hate seeing you hurt,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Even if it’s from making love.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s part of it. Besides, I like having reminders of you.”

He smiled at that, his lips curving into that boyish grin you adored. “Still, I want to make it better.”

Oscar continued to ice the bruises, his touch careful and precise. After a while, he set the ice pack aside, his hands and mouth taking over. He kissed each bruise, his lips soft and lingering, as if trying to kiss away the pain. The tenderness of his touch sent a wave of warmth through you, the ache in your skin fading under his care.

“Does that help?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes. It feels good.”

His kisses grew bolder, moving up your body, from your hips to your stomach, to your breasts. He kissed every mark he’d left, his hands gently caressing your sides. You arched into his touch, your body responding to his careful attention.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire as he kissed up your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt. He pulled it over your head, revealing more of the marks he’d left. His expression softened with a mix of pride and regret.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “I never want to hurt you, but I can’t help wanting to mark you, to show you’re mine.”

“I know,” you whispered, your hands cupping his face. “And I’m yours. Completely.”

His lips captured yours in a deep, slow kiss, his hands exploring your body with renewed passion. You could feel his need, his desire to show you just how much he loved you. He lifted you, carrying you back to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed.

Oscar’s kisses became more urgent, more demanding. He trailed his lips down your body, worshipping every inch of you. When he reached your hips, he kissed the bruises again, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You gasped, your hands clutching the sheets, your body on fire with desire.

He moved lower, his mouth finding your core, his tongue teasing your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against his mouth. He held you down, his hands gripping your thighs, his tongue working you expertly. The pleasure built quickly, your body arching off the bed as he drove you closer to the edge.

“Oscar,” you moaned, your voice trembling. “Please, I need you.”

He pulled back, his lips wet and swollen. “Not yet,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to take my time.”

He climbed over you, his body pressing you into the mattress. He kissed you again, slow and deep, his hands roaming your body. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, but he took his time, making sure you were ready.

When he finally entered you, it was slow, deliberate. He filled you completely, the sensation overwhelming. He set a gentle pace, each thrust slow and deep, his eyes locked on yours. You could see the love, the desire, the need in his gaze, and it made your heart swell.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Every part of you.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. “I’m yours, Oscar. Always.”

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his back. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, your body shuddering with each thrust.

“Oscar, please,” you begged, your voice desperate.

He reached between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. The added sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You cried out his name, your vision going white with pleasure.

Oscar followed soon after, his release shuddering through him. He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, hearts racing. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were nestled against his chest.

You lay there together, tangled in each other, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you. The bruises were still there, but the pain was a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of Oscar’s love and care.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt safe, cherished, knowing that no matter what, Oscar would always be there to take care of you, to love you, bruises and all.

[starkeyisthelastname]

can you do some more drew smut 🫢❤️

you just write him so goooood 😩

thank you baby! i got you! 💖 because a lil quick morning sesh with Drew. 😩

If he wasn’t working on a project, filming or there wasn’t an event he needed to go to, he wanted to have you close. He already missed you when he was gone as couldn’t always go with him everywhere. He had gone to an event the night before and was still sound asleep this morning, his long limbs sprawled out across the bed, as you carefully opened one of the dresser drawers.

Just as you reached your hand in to pull out one of his t-shirts to slip on, you heard Drew’s incredibly sexy morning voice. “Come here sweet girl.” His low voice drawled out, raspier than usual and making your insides flutter with warmth. You turned around, his naked body slowly being revealed as the sheet slipped down his toned physique. His thick morning wood was evident, making you bite your lip as his large hands reached out for you to pull you on top of him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his hands running along your bare waist as your own fingers came across to run across the growing scruff along his strong jawline. He had just opened his eyes and was still the most sexiest, most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.

“Was just gonna make some breakfast, I was hungry.” You said with a cute laugh, which was contagious enough for his dimples to shine through right back. He then hummed, blue irises raking over your naked frame and back up to your face. “Hungry, huh? Well how about this, I’ll help you make breakfast, if you please let me fill that sweet hole up first.” His voice almost in a whisper.

How could you say no to that? With a nod, you bit your lower lip and lifted your hips up a little so that you could slowly slide down onto him. He was so big, stretching you out in all the right places. “You feel so fucking good Drew!” You whimpered, throwing your head back a little.

Drew let out a delicious groan, your slick cunt wrapping around him tightly. He watched with hooded eyes as you leaned back a little so that you could begin to bounce on top of him. It was quite the sight to see and only fueled his fire even more. “Yeah, you like that baby?” His voice hoarse as his thumb came down to rub your clit.

You knew you weren’t going to last long in his position, especially with him now rubbing your pearl. Your beautiful moans rang throughout the room, crying out his name every time you came back down. You nodded, needing him closer which left you clinging onto the chain around his neck as he began thrusting up into you. “Fucking love it so much, I’m gonna make a mess!” You mumbled, your head now in the crook of his neck.

Drew’s breaths were heavy in your ear, a string of curses and dirty words leaving his mouth as he drilled up into you at a heavy pace. “Make a mess on that fucking cock my sweet love, I’m so close to filling your pretty hole up.” He grunted.

The feeling of your cunt clenching was all the confirmation he needed for him to let go and fill you with his seed. The both of you moaning each other’s names, as you clung to one another in the most hot and loving way, climaxing together after a quick yet messy morning session.

[blkgirl-writing]

Hi, I saw your smut requests post and was wondering if you could write one about touch starved Gale finally being alone with reader/Tav and getting his satisfaction? (Yeah, I got inspired by your nsfw headcanons about him, how could you tell?) Please and thank you!

PS Can I be 🧀 anon?

What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale X Fem!Reader

Baldurs gate 3

It’s been, probably three years since I’ve written a full fanfic? I’ll admit I’m probably a little rusty. Thank y’all for hanging in, and I hope this fulfills our nerdy wizard boy needs. thank you so much 🧀 anon for the request! I hope you stay and request some more.

Important tags: lots of pining, some angst (no sad ending), smutty (male and female Masterbation, male giving female oral), spoilers for gales mid game story, romance, Gale is an anxious mess, The thought of gale brushing his hair from his face got me GOING 😩

Word count: 1.9k

(Part 1.5 HERE) (PART 2 HERE)

(Gale headcanons that inspired this here)

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Gale didn’t know how to handle these new feelings for you. He makes a fool of himself everyday, it seems. He always offers you a slice of his bread, even if you gave your own, he saves some of his own morning coffee for you, since he wakes up earlier, and even warm it up for you with a spell.

He simply wanted you to like him. That would be all he needed, but anything else that may follow that would be a true blessing. Gale wanted nothing more than to make you laugh, to see your smile and know he was the reason why, to camp and be the first and last person you’d speak to before sleep.

Gale wouldn’t let his mind wander much past that, or he tried to not let it. The occasional dream would slip through where you were his, and he was yours. It simply put him in panic mode In the waking hours, trying to not be obvious, scared you’d find out, what exactly? He wasn’t sure. You were too kind to break his heart so effortlessly, like he feared you would.

Endless scenarios danced in gales head of rejection, humiliation, and what would happen if he let himself go, life he was tasked to do. It wouldn’t take much, to convince him to live. Friendship, a place to call home, even if it was ever moving. Company he could entrust his life to. It was all so appealing. Luring him into life, breathing a new passion into his purpose, one he’d lost many years ago, sometime when he was alone for so many years.

Those thoughts seemed to linger on forever, sweeping over his barely conscious brain to awaken him again, rustling him from what could be a good nights rest. Eventually, Gale decided to just get up and go for a walk.

Camp had been set up in one of the most beautiful places any of you had seen. Waterfalls tinted emerald green, sand fine and shimmering in the light, may it be sun or moon. I’m one of those waterfalls, he found you.

Waist deep in the pond. Skin and hair dripping wet, shining more than usual water would, adding a silver glow to the night. You looked better than a goddess could ever imagine, and still, his eyes never dipped below you shoulders, even though he deeply wanted to look lower. Instead, he stood there, looking like a fucking idiot, gods know how long. Maybe a tree branch snapped, or maybe you finally snapped out of your trance, but your head whipped in his direction, eyes darting across the small beach, only relaxing when you realize only gale stands before you.

“Oh, Gale, it’s just you…” you let out a deep, jagged breath, the anxiety flowing out of your body just as quickly as it racked through it.

“Just? Are you disappointed?” Gale smirked, although his heart raced in his chest, one word and he'd sulk back to camp, but gods he wanted to stay and spend the whole night with you under the stars.

“Far from it, really. I was just thinking about how much you’d enjoy this view if you were here” you tore your eyes away from Gale, focusing on the stars. “I thought it may remind you of waterdeep. You paint a very beautiful picture of home.”

“I can think of a few things much, much more beautiful than Waterdeep,” his voice low, raspier than usual. Easily explained away from the lack of sleep or old sleeping bags, not for what it really was. Deep yearning, wanting, needing.

“I’d love to see them someday, then.”

“We’ll just have to get you a mirror, then,” “All the beauty in the world would reflct

"Gale, I-" You finally looked into his eyes, he wore his heart on his sleeve, at least for a moment. Those puppy eyes, dark bust glistening in the full moonlight, his hair messy from turning in his sleep, he wanted you, in many more ways than one. Gale's emotions could never be that simple, of course.

"Well," you walked towards him, water inching lower and lower, revealing more and more of your body, yet gales eyes stayed on yours. "Why don't you join me for a swim. It's a beautiful night."

"an offer I could not refuse." Gale's face was plastered with that cocky smile, the one that could melt anyone into a puddle in seconds.

He might have been a gentleman and kept his eyes upwards, but you were not so much, Gale untied his robes, gods why were there so many damn layers? It was quite a sight, his little mannerisms that showed more of him to you than he had shown to you. He was nervous, his fingers missing the simple ties frequently, he got annoyed by his hair getting in his eyes, a grimace appearing before he swept his hair behind his ear.

Your eyes lingered on his circle smoke tattoo, his toned arms, his downright massive hands. he was more tan than you realized, To be fair, he's always covered in those loose robes, leaving you to wonder what was underneath. You were more than happy to finally be finding out. But not below the waist.

"Isn't it a bit cold to be this naked?"

"The water is warmer than the air, I promise." You extended a hand out to Gale, even though he was feet away from you. "Come on, Gale from Waterdeep being afraid of some cold water? Sounds redundant."

"You got me there." He finally stepped into the glimmering pond surrounded by rocks and sand, enough to have your own little corner, to lessen the echo if it was needed. The whole camp didn't need to know all of your business. It must've been a magical lake, as both you and Gale noted separately. Unnaturally still, even when you moved freely, small glowing lights pooled at your sides, occasionally bubbling into the air once you leaned against a large, bright rock.

"May I ask what you were doing out here at this hour?" Gale spoke, still much further away from you than he wanted to be,

"Can I not take a mid-night swim?" You raised your brows in a questioning glance his way "A woman needs time to herself. These days and nights have been very stressful."

Gales very audible oh, slipped through the silence. "You don't have to relax alone." His eyes finally gave in to the need, scanning your body with a low moan slipping past his lips. His excitement was immediate, brushing against your lower stomach all the way past your navel.

"You've wanted this." You stated, brushing your hand against his thigh.

"There's plenty of magic around us, I want the Gale right in front of me." You dared to inch even closer, his thigh fully slipping between yours, inches away from touching your pussy. His hands floated inches from your waist, "Let me give you everything"

"Give me everything" With that, Gale's hand grabbed your waist, gently guiding you onto his thigh, motioning your hips down and swaying only him. The sensation sent sparks flying through his body, you were right in front of him, completely bare and rocking with pleasure onto him. Better than any dream he'd thought up, any fantasy that ran through his head even at the most inappropriate of times. Yes even during the throws of battle. Even in hard times like that, he was so drawn to you.

Gales other hand came up to your jawline, tilting your head so he could latch his mouth around your neck. Deep marks left behind while he inches his way in hickeys up your neck, jaw, and finally to your lips. Any semblance of anonymity flew out the window, not a single person could miss what he gave you, artfully placed dark spots painting your skin. "I have never seen such a beautiful being in my life"

"I could say the same about you gale," You said betwixt breathy moans, picking up the pace of your grinding hips against his thigh, his hand on your waist moving between a tight grip on your ass, and a light but so effective caress of your clit. Every time you got so close, his fingers moved, he was teasing you. His cocky smirk felt even through his kiss.

"I want you to come on my mouth." As if he was reading your slightly frustrated thoughts, "I want to taste you in my dreams."

All you could manage was a frantic nod, a mumbled yes, and shakily hoisting yourself up onto a rock that was perfect for gales pretty head to be between your thighs. Gale pushed your thighs apart with one hand, which stayed firmly grabbing onto you. The other sneaked up your thigh, tracing patterns along your skin. "Gale, please," you whispered out of pure desperation. The only warmth coming from your feet still in the water, otherwise your skin exposed to the biting air.

"All you had to do was ask, my lady" Gales fingers easily slid into you, curling up and pumping in and out, while he leaned into your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he placed one kiss just to the right of where you needed him to be. All he needed was to be touched, to touch you. Your legs wrapped around him to get Gale even closer, urging him closer.

"Touch yourself" Barely a whisper, but Gale caught it, and certainly didn't need to be told twice. Secretly, he could cum from this alone, your taste, how soft you were, how loud you could get. It was more than enough to orgasm right there with you, however, that is not exactly how he wanted your first sexual experience to go. His hand clutching your thigh came to his cock, rubbing much faster and harder than he was fingering you. he was eager. He wanted this to last forever, he wanted you to cum again and again and again into his mouth. He wanted his face even more dripping from your juices.

"Gale I can't hold it-" You nearly screamed, his tongue swirling and sucking, lightly biting, it was almost too much. Then, he moaned. A loud, deep moan and that was it. Vibrations running through your body from his mouth. there noise that left your mouth could've been heard across Baldurs gate, you silently thanked this magical pound for being so secluded, as you would be borderline embarrassed if people heard. Gales didn't come back up for hair until he was sure you were finished, getting every last drop of you.

"You certainly are loud" Gales tone was so smug it almost made you laugh. You gripped onto his shoulders as he swept you down from the perch, pressing his whole body to yours. After all that, after her definitely came, he was still so hard, and so pressed against you that you couldn't help but gasp. "I want to hear that again."

"Hear what, exactly?" you teased, lifting a finger to trace his chest.

"To hear you cum," his lips dipped down to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, before he rasped "and to feel you on my cock."

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Part two, here

(Requests Open)

[spacebaby1]

Yuta always makes me feel soft. He is a thoughtful, kind man who is devoted to his loved ones. He is his mother's son. Of course dad Gojo. 😙 He is jealous because his son is his mother's copy. Their only son. Especially the mother is very fond of her son. Can you write some cute things?

I wanna write more of these😩🩷my beautiful boys!!

You were overjoyed when you found out that you're gonna have a baby. And Satoru being the only son of Gojo clan made everyone in his family excited for his first born; some even excited that your child might have the six eyes just like his father, which is one thing you didn't want. The birth wasn't easy, and it came to a shocking end. You could still feel the five days labor pain even after many years and it made your body shiver everytime you remember; crying from the labor pain, barely able to lay down or stand when everyone were petrified on your situation, unable to help you. Satoru haven't felt this hopeless all his life as he did in those five days to the point that they all that you might lose the baby. On the sixth day, at the early hours of the morning, your baby boy was born. You remembered crying as your mother in law placed your son on your chest; even Satoru couldn't hold his tears back as he caressed your hair gently, whispering praises. The intensity of labor left your body in so much distress that your doctor sadly informed you that you would never be able to have another child in the future. The news was a slap in the face for both of you however having your precious baby yuta in your arms was worth every pain and every other loss.

To your and Satoru's relief; your son did not inherits Satoru's six eyes on the other hand your son was a carbon copy of you; he had your black hair, your dark blue eyes and your personality, your gentleness and even your smile. However, he was as strong as he's father but he surly was your baby no matter how old he got. Yuta would never leave your sight which made his kindergarten years very difficult because he would cry nonstop when you weren't there. You'd go to shop leaving him with Satoru and he would still cry for you.

It was another long day when you and Satoru were fast asleep when the baby monitor went off, you groaned getting up but Satoru pulled you back to bed, still half asleep himself. He kissed your forehead before whispering, "I'll get him, Mama." You nodded falling asleep only to be woken up minutes later with another cries of your son, you got up rubbing your eyes and saw that Satoru wasn't in bed so you made your way to Yuta's room.

You could see how tired Satoru was softly rocking his little baby in his arms, "hey, he's not letting papa sleep?" You said with a small smile making your way towards your husband. Placing your hand on your husbands bare arms, "is he hungry?"

Satoru sighed handing him to you with a pout, "he won't stop crying and I tired to feed him but he won't eat and he doesn't need changing, I think he needs his mama to hold me and not his handsome dada." You chuckled at that but you knew that Satoru felt a bit left behind from your childs love. You kissed Satoru's hand while rocking Yuta in your other arm, "He loves you and he wants his dada to have a goodnight sleep that's why he won't stop crying to let mama hold him, right yu?" Yuta already stopped crying and falling asleep. Satoru kissed your head leading you towards the rocking chair and sitting by your side as you held Yuta in your arms, "he's so mini you, isn't he?" Satoru smile gently rubbing Yuta's cheeks. You smiled, "he has your beautiful nose tho." Satoru chuckled planting a kiss on his son's head, "Our beautiful boy."

Your thoughts were cut short when the front door flung open followed with your husbands unmistakable voice and your teenager sons tired groans. Yuta had just turned twelve and Satoru would take him for training ever since because he wants his son be able to help himself and other just in case he encountered a curse. And it was getting to your poor boy.

Your two boys entered the living-room when You were putting some reports away and Yuta literally ran to wrap his arms around you leaving a tired sigh, "Welcome, home you two." Satoru gave you a kiss while your son still held onto you, "Satoru, did you overtrain my baby?" All your husband did was laugh, "hey, this wasn't even the actual training."

Yuta sighed looking at you, "ma, I'm tired. Papa said we need to train more, tell him no." You looked at your husband and he just shrugged. You sighed, "just don't drain our baby boy." You said to your husband and rubbed your sons back, "come on, both of you go get ready. Dinner is ready, now up up. Come on, papa you too. Go" you pushed your husband when he tired to hug you laughing.

The dinner was as cheerful as everyday both your boys "arguing" over their training and you watched them with a loving smile on your lips, "admiring my beauty?" Satoru wiggled his brows to which you son reacted, "eww, not in front of me." You laughed and ruffled Yuta's hair, "Eat, both of you." You noticed how Satoru watched Yuta tell you all about the school events and his training with his dad with a small smile, as your husband played with the food in front of him and that smile would fall every now and then.

The three of you were watching some TV show in the living-room with your son laying on your lap and Satoru on the arm chair. No matter how old he got, Yuta would always lay his head on your lap as you placed your hand in his hair caressing it or just placing it on there for comfort. Satoru would lie if he said that he wasn't a bit jealous and wishing that his son would lay his head on Satoru's lap. Satoru often felt left out no matter how hard he tried to be around his baby boy. However, he never stopped showing his love to his child. Yuta yawned and you tapped his shoulder after looking at the clock and it was 10 in the evening, "Okay, bedtime. Come on." Yuta nodded getting up from your lap and giving you a long hug, "Goodnight, Ma." You kissed his cheek, "Goodnight, Baby." He smiled and went to hug Satoru, "Goodnight, pa." Satoru hugged him tight observing the love he is getting, "Night night my superstar."

Satoru made his way next to you on the couch and dropped his head on your chest as you played with his silver hair not giving any attention to the TV, Satoru was laying on your chest eyes open and lost in thoughts. "What's going on in your mind, papa?" You asked hugging him to your chest and he let out a long sigh, "You'll think I'm overreacting," He chuckled and you kissed his head. "I'll never think that, now tell me what's bothering you, is it the work?" Satoru shook his head nuzzling his head in your neck. "Do you think I'm a good dad?" He asked almost in whisper. You looked at him and made him look at you as he sighed and sat up straight, holding his face in your soft hands your spoke, "you're an amazing dad, your the best dad to our baby boy and you have been the most loving since the day Yuta was born. Why would you even think otherwise?" He sighed looking at his hands with heavy eyes that took you by surprise when he whipped the tears before falling. You moved closer holding his hands in yours, "hey, Sweetie. Satoru, why are you crying? Did Yuta say some-"

He shook his head immediately and chuckled the tears away looking at you, "Our sweetheart Yuta would never say anything to make me cry. He's such a gentle boy just like his mama always considerate of others feelings. It's just, ugh I don't know, I'm being so dramatic but I feel like he likes being around you more than me and I'm terrified that he'll grow away from me and I wanna give him all my love and support I just feel like I'm lacking at something." You hugged your husband, "I'm sorry you feel like this Sweetie. You're an amazing dad and Yuta loves you as much as you love him don't you ever feel like he doesn't like being around you and you out of all people should know how much he looks up to you and tries hard to be like his strong papa. He's just a-"

"Mama's boy." You both said together and Satoru laughed holding your hand in his and placing a soft kiss on it, "I don't know, I just felt the need to let that off my chest and you just know how to make me feel better, I love you, I love both of you." You smiled and hugged your husband.

Unknown to both of you Yuta saw and heard it all when he came back to grab his bag but stopped when he saw his parents talking. His lips quiver when he saw his dad crying and feeling like Yuta didn't love him. He went back to his room and tried to not cry at the image of his father crying in his Mama's arm.

The next morning you were in the kitchen making breakfast while Satoru was going through the report you wrote from yesterday. It's how your weekends went a late breakfast with you and Satoru rewriting the report for the week missions. Yuta came down a bit to excited skipping his way to hug you first, "morning angel, slept well?" He nodded happily giving you a kiss on cheek making you pout at how tall he has gotten; your baby was growing so fast. He happily ran to hug Satoru, "wohh, Good morning strong boy, don't attack your old man like that, I might break a bone." Satoru kissed Yuta's head, "slept well?" Yuta nodded happily still hugging his dad. Satoru's brows frowned as he hugged his son, "you okay, buddy?" He rubbed his son's back. Yuta finally let go and smiled, "better than ever, you're amazing pa." Satoru smiled as he ruffled his sons hair, "says the strongest boy. Who's my strong boy? Who's my strong baby boy?" Satoru spoke in a baby voice holding Yuta's cheeks making him laugh and try to let go of his fathers hold. Yuta finally managed to free himself from his father's hold, "Pa, are you busy today?"

Satoru smiled as both of your boys made their way to the kitchen to help you set the table, "not really, no missions for the day, why? You want me to drive you to your friends?" Yuta shook his head as shrugged, "Nah, I was thinking if you want to hangout at the mall? We haven't been to the mall, if you'd like?" He asked nervously and Satoru's eyes light up, "ah, yes and your mother would love to go-"

Taking your chance you spoke, "I don't think I can baby, I still have the report to finish, how about you two boys go and have fun? Plus I need my alone time." You said making them chuckle. Yuta looked at his dad, "Yes! Sure, let's go after breakfast."

You happily watched your husband get ready as you were standing by the doorframe, "you seem so happy that's making me fall in love with you over again." You said making Satoru smile, "I fall in love with you everyday!" He placed a long kiss on your cheek, "have fun at the mall, and get me something sweet when you come back." You said that and headed towards your sons room to find him trying to button up his shirt sleeve; unsuccessfully. Which reminded you of your husband and how both your boys can't button up their shirts sleeves. You laughed and Yuta forward his arm happily for you to button up his sleeves and you immediately helped him, "have fun okay? And please don't let daddy eat so much candy?" Yuta laughed at your request and hugged you once you were done, "I love you ma, I love you both so much." You kissed his forehead once you let go, "we both love you more, baby boy."

You watched them both leave and went to your report once again not minding the quietness in the house. Surprisingly you needed that time alone after finishing the report you went to your reading until it was getting dark and you heard the familiar voice of your two boys entering the house. Followed by laughter that made your heart swell with love at the sight of your two boys. "Pa, show ma what we won today!" Yuta hugged you quickly before rushing towards Satoru making you smile wide, "and tell her about the new store we want to! Ma, you won't believe what pa got you and we had so much fun. There was this new game store and pa and I went a bit crazy but it was so much fun." You watched you son and husband show you the big stuffed toy they won. "I take it you two had fun?" You asked to which Satoru and Yuta nodded happily. "Should we try the new video game, yu?" Satoru asked and Yuta nodded, "Yes! Wait I'll turn the TV on pa, get the game. Let's play it!"

It's been a few hours, and your husband and son were playing the video game on the living room floor, laughing and having fun while you happily read your book from the couch. A few few minutes later, Yuta fell asleep with his head on your husbands lap. Satoru turned the TV off and turned to look at you with a huge smile on his face, which you matched to his. Carefully, Satoru carried his son to his bedroom with you following behind. Satoru placed Yuta on the bed and was about to leave when Yuta grabbed his hand in his sleep, Satoru tried to carefully let go but only to earn an annoyed groan from his son. You chuckled and whispered, "Now he won't let go of his papa. Stay with him a while?" Satoru nodded with a smile as he knelt down next to the bed, caressing his son's black hair with such gentleness and love. You kissed Satoru's hair as you watched your two precious boys.

[cocoadropp]

pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!

ughhhhh 😩😩

Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?

Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.

Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.

He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.

It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.

“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.

You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.

“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”

Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.

“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,

Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”

“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”

[wileys-russo]

Just thinking about boyfriend Leah and boyfriend Less arguing over who’s jersey y/n is gonna wear to the game,,,,,

But tired all of the arguing Y/n wears someone else’s or she gets a custom jersey that includes both of them 😮‍💨😮‍💨😩

jersey jealousy II a.russo & l.williamson

"-leah it was your turn last weekend, she's wearing mine." "well she wore yours at the last england match alessia, so she's wearing mine."

"good morning!" you sung out with a smile, frown forming quickly on your features when neither of your blonde girlfriends replied, too engaged in their relentless bickering.

"that was over a month ago!" "yeah well she's not worn mine to an england game yet this year."

"hello? lonely girlfriend standing right here? wanting attention!" you called out a little louder, crossing your arms over your chest as they once again blanked you, the argument still ongoing as if it didn't happen every game.

"well she's barely worn mine since I signed with arsenal...almost nine months ago!" "sharing is caring love." "exactly, so if you cared babe you would share."

"like children." you grumbled under your breath, leaving them to their back and forth in the living room as you stepped into the kitchen, busying yourself making breakfast.

"see she's got yours on now less, stop whinging!" "well she wore yours last night, and the night before that." "well can you blame her? we both know why she wore it last night and why she needed to change afterwards."

you glanced over your shoulder meeting the older blondes cocky smirk, cheeks flushing a little as you knew exactly what she was referring to. the other blonde rolled her eyes and ignored the comment, wasting no time practically running over to you.

"good morning beautiful." alessia grinned, quickly grabbing at you and sitting you up on the counter, large hands landed on your cheeks as warm lips peppered gentle kisses all over your face. "less i'm trying to cook!" you laughed, hands resting on her shoulders as you shoved her away lightly.

"yes babe she's trying to cook, so make sure that doesnt burn yeah?" leah was quick to elbow alessia out of the way, replacing her in between your legs with a charming smile. "hello gorgeous." leah purred, tugging you down into a much less sweet kiss, hands squeezing at your thighs as she felt alessia's scowl burn into the side of her head.

"hey why didn't you kiss me good morning like that!" the younger girl huffed, waving a pair of tongs at leah after she'd flipped over the bacon. "oh sorry baby c'mere." leah cooed sarcastically, fists balling at alessia's hoodie and tugging her into a fierce kiss.

"wow if i didn't know any better i'd almost have thought the two of you weren't arguing literally five minutes ago!" you teased, sliding down off the counter and squeezing past them as their lips remained interlocked, alessia's running her hands through leahs hair as leahs hands wandered down to grab at her hips pressing their bodies closer together.

"nah uh, get back here woman." leah tutted and grabbed at your wrist before you could take another step away, pulling you back in between the two taller blondes who grinned cheekily at you.

"whoever kisses her the best gets their jersey worn today." alessia announced to leah before being the first to kiss you, unsurprisingly slipping her tongue in right away. cold hands roamed under your jersey and fondled at your bare chest making your breath hitch before leah quickly took over, firmly grabbing your chin and tugging your lips to meet hers.

the defender skillfully swirled her tongue around your mouth before her teeth nipped at your bottom lip and she sucked down harshly almost making you moan before her mouth was replaced again with the striker wedged into your other side.

like a football they repeatedly passed you between them, your head spinning and body burning feverishly at their touch as you became increasingly riled up which they took complete advantage of.

however it was a moment later when you smelled something else actually burning and forced yourself to pull away, taking a moment to blink slowly and collect yourself before darting to the stove, swearing quietly as you dumped the pan of burnt eggs and bacon into the sink.

"well? who won?" leah asked competitively, both your girlfriends watching you eager for your answer as if they didn't just absolutely spin your world upside down.

"yeah whose jersey are you wearing today?" alessia continued, their eyes following you intensely as you grabbed out your phone to order breakfast no longer bothered to cook.

"whoever gave me the best kiss gets their jersey worn right?" you clarified as you slowly began to back out of the kitchen, both your girlfriends nodding eagerly.

"well, then i guess i'm wearing my mccabe jersey today." you shrugged casually, sending them both a wink and turning on heel, strutting out toward the living room.

"oh you cheeky fucki-" leahs words fell short as alessia let out a posessive grunt and bolted after you, your eyes widening and phone dropping to the sofa as you sprinted away.

though with it two on one it wasn't long till you were cornered, playful grins on all your faces as both blondes advanced toward you from either side. "lessi look tooney came to visit!" you gasped and pointed over her shoulder as her face brightened and she turned away.

"babe!" leah groaned in annoyance at how gullible the younger girl was. "made you look dopey." you smacked the strikers bum as you sprinted off past her, though you only made it a few metres before a body crash tackled into you, taking you down to the floor as leahs long limbs wrapped around you.

"gonna wear mine then? since i caught you." the defender grinned smugly making you roll your eyes. "that was sneaky tesoro!" alessia joined in, glaring down at you, messy blonde hair framing her face and poking out of the sides of the hood she had pulled over her head.

"baby its not my fault i could tell you gullible is written on the ceiling and you'd look." you announced as your girlfriend visibly struggled not to let her eyes flicker upwards like they wanted to. "leah get off me i'm hungry!" you demanded, squirming in her tight hold as alessia collapsed into the sofa behind you.

"eurgh less get away!" you craned your head away as she poked your cheek a few times with her toe, smirking with victory at your reaction. "what did you call me?" leah asked stubbornly, hating anytime you used her name and not some fluffy term of endearment, still refusing to let go of you as you sighed deeply.

much as she was the most dominant and stone faced of the three of you, she melted behind closed doors at the right terms of affection.

"i'm gonna call you my ex girlfriend if you don't let me go so i can order some food, williamson."

"oo someone got last named!" alessia whistled with a teasing smile. "aw babygirl is someone hangry?" leah cooed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you simply glared up at her wordlessly, the english captain quickly letting go of you at your firm stare.

"hey!" leah pouted as you were quickly on your feet and diving into alessia's awaiting arms, stretching out in between her legs as your head rested on her shoulder and she gripped you tightly.

"wearing russo today." you whispered in the blondes ear placing a soft kiss to her neck, leahs eyes widening further at your words as alessia stuck her tongue out with a smug smirk. "unbelievable favoritism here!" leah scowled, moving to sit beside the two of you on the sofa as you peeked out at her, head still tucked in alessia's hood covered neck.

"hey i said today, see-" you paused to point at your back where the five letter name was printed across your shoulder blades. "-but i didn't say to the game." you shrugged, pushing yourself up and out of alessia's hold, grabbing your phone from beside leah and dodging her slender fingers which tried to grasp at your top and tug you down with her.

"what!?" "then whose are you wearing today??"

"...i told you, best kisser; mccabe."

"you go right, i'll go left, she can't outrun us both." "oh you're in trouble now our girl."

[melodic-haze]

Jinhsi is glowing in the game..i for real thought it was a bug or something and then i open twitter and people be saying the same things..how can she looks so goddamn beautiful..Like she can go from all softie to a literal badass woman..i want her so bad.

Imagine we as her lover omg i can't. Jinhsi is a type of lover who caress your face in the morning and put our safety first GAHGH WANT HER SO BAD

☆ — DEMO TRACK: Jinhsi x Reader

☆ — TYPE: SFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: None :3

☆ — NOTES: I AM SO SORRY??? THIS WAS FROM FUCKING MAY OH MY GOD. I have another ask after that'll tie into this (more specifically, NSFW hcs for her 😊) saur yeah. Anyway GUYS LOOK A SFW DEMO....WOW I swear I'm multifaceted

☆ — PARTS: Part 1 (you are here), Part 2

She is like. Green flags all over idc idc I NEED HER man she's so sweet my baby 😩😩😩 I need her dawg just having this woman as your lover must be like. So nice as long as you accept that she's working with an extremely busy schedule

Even then though I DO think she'd make time for you. She's a very balanced girlie who's learnt how to balance between working and resting, preferrably with you :3

She makes a point to always ALWAYS wake up next to you. I'd say that she's an early riser as well so she probably just lays there on her side, brushing her hand on your face and your body as she waits for you to wake up. Could she just get up and carry on with work? Yes, and perhaps you've even offered that she could bc you KNOW being a magistrate means you're never NOT busy.. but she's always declined, saying that the first thing she wants to see in the morning isn't work but rather the joy on people's faces as a result of her hard work with keeping the peace.......and that is especially the case with seeing you alive and satisfied in her embrace 🥰🥰🥰🥰

The first thing you feel when you wake is a soft kiss on your bare shoulder, the contact warm and tender yet brief.. but then it comes back as quick as it went and you can't help but sigh in contentment as your eyes fluttered open.

The first thing you see is not Jinzhou's magistrate but rather a woman of pure elegance, her seemingly luminescent white hair flowing freely and expectedly unkept after a lovely night (and you could never tell if it was due to her connection with Jué or if it were a natural reflection of the light). Though to you, she was still nothing short of perfect, with the way the morning light had bathed her pale skin with such an ethereal glow.

"Good morning, dearest."

The first thing you hear is the sound of her soft voice, a groggy rasp to its undertone as a result of a good night's sleep with you.

"Mmm.. morning."

That was the only form of verbal exchange the two of you had for a while as you both laid on the bed without any intention of hastily diving back into the real world. You simply turned around to snuggle closer to your gentle lover, your limbs tangled together before you leaned in at the same time.

There it was, the first thing you taste and the first thing you smell being her, all five senses filled with nothing but her. And considering how busy her life is, you wouldn't have your mornings any other way.

You don't actually know how long you've spent there in silence, cradling each other and exchanging tender kisses without a need for words. You don't really care, and neither does your beloved girlfriend despite the responsibilities she has. But of course, you know better than to question her.

You could have stayed there until the end of time but alas, duty does call.. and so do your stomachs for a good meal.

The both of you sit up at the same time, as if attuned to each other, and give each other one more peck before parting.

"I can make something for breakfast," you offered, "though if you need to leave now, then that's fine too."

Jinhsi shook her head, "I have a counter-offer; let me do the cooking this time."

"You sure? You know you don't have to do that."

"Shh," she places a finger on your lips for a moment before dropping her hand, "I want to. You deserve to be treated every once in a while, so let me?"

"..You always convince me, even though it feels like you're wasting your time for me."

"I wouldn't, as you say, 'waste my time' in doing so if I didn't love you."

WIFE MATERIAL WIFE MATERIAL WIFE MATERIAL I LOVE YOU JINHSI

Throughout your day to day basis I feel like she likes to keep tabs on you to make sure you're okay. She isn't oppressive with it, doesn't have anyone directly guarding you and looming over you or stalking you at every direction, bc she knows you can handle yourself and function independently and she doesn't want you thinking she doesn't trust you!!! But she often asks people if they've seen you around and how you're faring. I think at some point, people end up doing it on their own bc they can tell (with much amusement, ESPECIALLY for Changli) how much she cares about you. Even Sanhua makes it a point to report to her if she sees you somewhere HAHAHA

Speaking of Sanhua, considering how you two are tied together then she's also technically your bodyguard by proxy 🫶 so expect to see her a lot. She'd have a soft spot for you as well, starting off bc you make Jinhsi happy but then over timr you'd probably bond anyway (and Jinhsi's cheery ab having her two precious people get along :3)

She also sends you gifts if she can't see you for the day or a certain period of time. A random courier delivers it to you personally with a knowing smile on their face and you're usually surprised with how it's either something you've wanted for a while now, something you thought about today as you passed by a certain store, or just something that she says in a note reminded her of you 🫠🫠🫠UGH I'M SO LONELY

Ofc being in a relationship with Jinzhou's magistrate also means suffering the downsides aka being basically the prime target for anything that may source as a way to get to Jinhsi with more.. hostile means. Doesn't necessarily happen much bc she takes safety SERIOUSLY but ofc it does happen. Not to mention in general as well, with all the tacet fields popping up left and right

She wants to be able to protect you 24/7 but she does know constant protection would suffocate anyone, with the way she's able to essentially assign the fiercest most intimidating people to basically surround you. But she does try, if not by having others to do so then by herself

Watching Jinhsi fight felt like nothing short of an ongoing art piece painted onto a canvas.

She was unfazed, unbothered and ever so graceful—her sword cuts through the Tacet Discords so cleanly as she executed each one without so much as breaking a sweat. Despite the chaotic conflict, however, it felt as if she were simply dancing through each Discord with their shrieks and screams as her very own orchestrated accompaniment.

..What a morbid thought, though your lover still seems to make it seem like a beautiful visage anyway.

The two of you had only wanted to venture beyond Jinzhou's city walls for a nice picnic, but of course the risk of encountering random dangers had caught up to you, hence the situation.

You knew you wouldn't have to wait for long though—and you say that with such jarring nonchalance because a situation like this is more than some random nuisance, except you have the Sentinel's blessed willingly protecting you—because Jinshi's making short work on the Discords like they're nothing. As expected, of course, though there was that valid twinge of fear mixing within your excitement and awe at her power and her fighting prowess.

A blink, and the final Discord falls to her sword, the metal of her blade echoing out a metallic, reasonating sound that announces the battle's finality. And with it, the Echoes of the last Discord she had felled is stood there, sparkling a glittering gold.

She looks back at you with a concentrated glare, the horns on her head and the aura surrounding her signifying the final fragments of her silent aggression, before she blinks out of her state and reverts back to the seemingly docile woman that you spend your days with.

The white-haired woman licked her lips before speaking, her gaze darting from you to the still Echo, "A see-through visage of you would make for a nice anniversary gift, no?"

You snorted, walking over to her now that the field's been cleared, "Are you implying that you'll kill me so that I end up like the Echo there?"

"Goodness, no! The Echo's presence simply sparked an idea within me." She laughs despite the fight she had just gone through, and the sound couldn't be more musical to your ears, "I simply want to immortalise your memory, perhaps with my presence as a cameo?"

"Even though you're arguably the more important public figure out of the two of us? Why not just have us together, on equal standing?"

"..Why, that possibility had slipped my mind. Perhaps I'm not thinking straight."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"You must be winded, then... How about we find a spot to sit for our picnic, and then you can rest all you like? I did promise Sanhua that I'll have you back relaxed, unhurt and in one piece."

She raised an eyebrow mirthfully, "I still think she should have been more worried about you. I can take care of myself, as you've seen."

"Yeah, well-- ..wait, do you think she'd chew me out for having you fight for me?"

Jinhsi simply gives you a cheeky grin as she walks off, the playful expression a rare view on the Magistrate.. but extremely beautiful nonetheless. And you are left to chase after her, the both of you giggling as you stride through the now-peaceful plains.

And the whole thing has you thinking, that perhaps there is a more.. convenient way of immortalising your bond together, without a need for artificial Echoes or transparent tributes.

All you'd need is a ring.

And maybe better accompaniment instead of the screams of her enemies.

Idk how I ended up with a proposal teaser I'm ngl tk you what the fuck LMAOOO this is what happens when I don't plan anything. Contrary to popular belief I think marriage is a scam but this isn't about me 🫶

Dating Jinshi's obvs not gonna be sunshine and flowers with the risk and how busy she is bc she's leading an entire region, but surprisingly it's pretty close :3

[trendywaifus]

Hello! Hope all is well! Can I request reader waking up (after having a spicy sesh the night before) to their S/O (Yae Miko, Lisa, Ei) and them just cuddling and being super cute and shy cause it was like the first time together. Thank you 🙏

Gotchaa! N Helllooo, hope you are well too! Yae + plus those two are 😩 sorry it took so long.

upon seeing your eyes flutter open, she purrs, feline amethyst hues gazing down at you with fondness. “ how did you sleep sweet thing? enjoyed yourself last night? “ she questions in a light teasing tone, arms looping around your bare frame to pull you closer to her midst. cheeks turning hot at her question, you shyly nodded, the scent of japanese sakura blossoms wafts against your nose. the fox envoy chuckles at your bashful demeanor, “ my, my, where did all that energy go from last night, (name)? shy are we now? “she smirks slyly, her pointed fangs protruding. it was an entrancing but rare sight to see considering she is reserved about her kitsune nature.

your hand timidly rests itself on the small of yae’s back before burying your red face into the crook of her neck, attempting to hide it. “ i mean. . .i did have my first time with you. “ you muttered. once more, she chuckles and nuzzled the side of your head with her nose before pressing a tender kiss against it. “ well sweet little one, “ her deft finger outlines your hip suggestively. “ i can’t promise you that i will be as nice this time but surely you have one more round for me, hm? “

as a kagemusha, ei never had the chance to think about love since her main focus was inazuma and its future. when she met you, everything changed. she was inexperienced and hesitant when it came to intimacy so she never had thought she would end up tangled in her own sheets with somebody she grew to love. ei’s palm cradles your cheek delicately, watching you as you slept peacefully. carefully, she brushes away a loose strand from your face. after a few minutes, you shifted a bit before your eyes flutters open.

“ ei. .? “ she simply hums, smiling at you. “ good morning, dearest. did you sleep well? “ the sunlight illuminates the room, shining down on your lover so gracefully. her long purple tresses spills down her shoulders like a waterfall; you long to tangle your fingers in them. her deep purple eyes lovingly gaze down on you, a memorizing smile dancing across her pink lips. does she really see herself as her sister’s shadow? she was more like a divine light expanding itself across the horizon after teyvat’s darkest day. you reciprocate ei’s smile but you think it isn’t as beautiful as hers right now. “ i slept like a baby. “ you kissed the mole under her eye.

a soft groan breaks the slumbering silence. you held back a chuckle as lisa stirs in her sleep next to you, indicating she’s moments away from awaking or maybe she is already awake? lisa was never a morning person anyways and especially after last night, she’d rather sleep in for as long as she could before getting ready for the day. warmth greets your cheeks at the flashbacks of last night and realization hits you. wasn’t that your first time with her? “ hmm. .why are you still up so early, baby?”she asks, raspiness evident in her voice which you found very enthralling. you adjusted yourself up against the headboard, “ lisa. .i’m pretty sure it’s 10 in the morning. “ you look over at lisa, meeting the gaze of her half-lidded jade eyes peeking through her brown messy fringes.

“ feels like 7 the way you put me to sleep.“ you could hear the teasing smile in her voice. lisa loved the way your face twisted into a look of surprise and bashfulness. “ l-lisa! “ she giggles airily, snaking her arm around your waist. “ why aren’t you laying down with me darling? do i have bad morning breath? “ you nervously shake your head at her question which you knew it was probably a joke. you laid right back down with a sheepish smile, “ it’s not that lisa, forgive me. i’m a bit shy from last night.” she says nothing with a smile and shuffles her body closer to yours; her lips presses a kiss right below your cheekbone. “ i’m sure you are and so am i truthfully, it was my first time as well, darling.“

[pupyuj]

i NEED domestic yujin, just pure floof :(((

hehe 😼 my first post after a while and it's sfw?? something shifted...

everybody that sees you two always gets so jealous bcs you are both such eye candies and you're so sweet to each other?? just pure couple goals 🥺 yujin is of course the type to always be touching you—arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand ofc, and she always melts under your touch 🥺 like she just can't help but lean into you when you gently put your hand on her back or on her arm whenever you're talking to someone :(( she feels so warm knowing that even though your full attention isn't on her at the moment, you're still thinking about her!!

this is probably self-indulgent cuz yujin's my baby daddy but she does that boyfriend thing where she offers to carry all of your shopping bags for you while you waltz around and treat yourself to a well-earned session of money-splurging 😭 literally watching you with a loving smile every time you try on an outfit, tells you to not worry about the price if you happen to come across a particularly expensive piece of clothing bcs she'll buy it for you 🥺🥺 makes sure to save a surprise at the end of your shopping spree where she suddenly pulls out a small box with the prettiest piece of jewelry you've ever seen?!?! 😩💕 also looks at you with a shy smile AS IF SHE AIN'T BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS and is always so nervous as to whether you'll like it or not??? BUT SHE COULD LITERALLY GIVE YOU THE SHITTIEST NECKLACE OR SOMETHING AND YOU'D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY.

(not that yujin will ever want to give you something that was less than perfect. only the best for her baby! 😤)

yujin loves dating silly little strolls in a park! 🥺 she'd drive you both to one of the prettiest and biggest parks in the city and just take your hand and go for a relaxing walk! she's so in love with you :(( she'd just stare at you while you tell her about a few funny things that happened throughout the week so far,, smiles so brightly when you laugh, she just loves your voice so much she could listen to you talk about anything forever 😣 she'll sit the two of you down by a tree and cuddle up to you, sometimes kissing you and laughing at the way you would blush and look away,, and she's just a sucker for the way you would absentmindedly play with her hands while you're sitting there 💕 and best believe she'll capture every moment of you during your time there! her gallery is literally just you and it's so sweet ☹️☹️

yujin definitely waits up for you if you happen to get held up at work, even if you come home after midnight :(( you'd find her sitting up on the bed with a book on her lap wearing her stupid nerdy glasses, barely awake and so tired 💔 you pepper her face with kisses and she would only pout and blink sleepily at you, the cutieeeee 🥺 she'd whine and pretend to be upset that you're home way too late but really, all that 'anger' is towards your boss for always giving you so much work 😣😣 and omg even when she's tired from staying up, she will NAWT leave you alone 😭 she's forcing herself out of bed and tailing you very closely while you make and sip on your tea, doesn't even let herself finally sleep while you're in the shower and chooses to be awake for another half hour bcs she really can't sleep without you 🥺 she is all over you when you finally join her in bed—leg over your body, arms wrapped tightly around you, nose buried in your hair, and whispering sleepy nonsense against your skin before she finally succumbs to sleep.. she's so silly.

yujin wakes up on top of you in the mornings 😭😭 but she's not like, suffocating you she actually serves as an extra warm and soft blanket!! like, you'd always find her sleeping peacefully on your chest and you can't help but kiss her forehead and thread your fingers through her hair :(( more often than not, she'd stir awake and you'd feel a bit guilty for cutting her rest short but her bright smile and lame ass "hey, beautiful~" makes it all not a big deal 🥺💖 neither of you will ever stop falling in love with each other.. STAND UP!!!!

[i4bellingham]

AFTER BEDTIME: jamal musiala x reader

cw: suggestive content, allusion to previous sexual intercourse, petnames, sappy couple eugh (jk jk), kissing, (probably) incorrect engloish to german translation bcs i unfortunately don’t speak the language, lmk if i missed anything

i’m a sucker for the morning after type of fics so i just had to do my own 😩 and with our favorite german boyfriend ofc

A heavy weight was settled across your torso, hot breath fanning on your chest as you slowly opened your sleepy eyes, letting the morning light of the sun welcome you with its warm glare.

You turn your head off to your chest, seeing the short mop of curly hair of your boyfriend as he slept soundly above you.

You reach a hand to rub the bare skin of his back, one hand reaching out to run your fingers through his hair which emitted a satisfied sigh to leave Jamal’s lips as he adjusted himself above you, most likely being awaken from your actions.

Not even a minute later and he's rolling onto his stomach, bleary-eyed as he stares at you.

“Good morning.” Jamal greets with a small smile, propping up his left hand and placing his head on his palm. “How was your sleep?”

“Morning you blanket hog.” You greet back with a playful roll of your eyes, teasing him about the way he's got himself wrapped up in your supposedly shared blanket during your sleep.

Jamal takes the blanket that was wrapped across his midsection, giving you a fleeting view of the black boxers he slipped on last night before he’s throwing the blanket over your body and proceeding to wrap you in his arms in a burrito.

“This alright babe?”

You playfully knock your head against his, whining at him to let go of you as your arms began to grow numb from having him partially lay on them.

Jamal laughs melodiously at your protest and instead of unwrapping you from his inconvenient burrito, he actually lays his entire body over yours with your feet entangled together, his face buried on the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die of suffocation if you don’t move right now.” You pout as you lay helplessly underneath your playful boyfriend. “J, move...”

“Nooooo...” Jamal whines against you, biting the skin in between your neck and shoulders. “This is my payback for the scratches you placed on my back.”

“But that was because of a good reason!”

Jamal huffs as he pokes your sides. “I know... but I still wanna do this for a few minutes because you're comfortable, more comfortable than the bed itself.”

You loudly exhale through your nose, finally conceding defeat as you let your boyfriend lay down on you. But of course his time ran out after an entire three minutes before you're back to wiggling underneath him.

“Let me check your back, love.”

Jamal finally relents after having his own version of fun, rolling away before sitting down in front of you with his back facing you.

Red streaks ran from the base of his neck up until his midsection, some of the angry red lines going as far as inside his boxer shorts and they for sure looked painful. You purse your lips apologetically, leaning down to kiss Jamal's cheeks as an apology.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Not as much as it looks.”

You began rummaging through your bedside table, grabbing a cooling tube from the cabinet before twisting the cap open and squirting some of the blue gel onto your palms. You rub the product across his back, silently taking in the hard muscles that ran prominent on his skin as he stretched after you're done with the cooling gel.

Planting a kiss on his shoulder, you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel now?”

“Feels quite nice actually.” Jamal replies as he places a hand on one of your ankles. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Any plans for today miss beautiful?”

You stow away the cooling gel, keeping it back inside the cabinet before you leave the bed.

“Nothing in particular no, why?”

Jamal lays on his back, leaning himself against the stack of pillows he had created as a support underneath his elbows, his eyes following your every move as you began slipping on one of his shirts.

“Well I was thinking...” He trails off, piquing your interest as his silence ensues.

You raise a brow while pulling a pair of jogging pants over your legs. “Yes?”

Jamal leaves the bed before he stands behind you, one hand holding the hem of your shirt up from behind and the other securing the tie of your pants with one hand.

“We have training in the afternoon today and I was thinking... if you would like to come with me?” He sheepishly asks as he holds you by the waist, placing his chin over your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your right cheek, mumbling against your skin. “Will you please go to training with me? Bitte, meine Liebe?” (Please, my love?)

Shifting your hand over his, you nod your head yes, slightly tilting your head to the side to meet Jamal’s eyes that was already on you.

“But... we leave after the Warriors game.”

Your boyfriend dramatically sighs, kissing your cheek once more before he moves away to find a shirt and one of his shorts in the closet beside you.

“You really know how to entice me with your preposition.”

“It’s the Stephen Curry effect, my love.” You tease before handing him a pair of clean socks he usually dons at home as he throws on one of his shirts with a training short.

“You literally like Jordan Poole though?” He muses, scrunching his brows before he sees you chuckling as you walk to the door.

“But not as much as I love you J. You know I love you more than I like JP.” You counter, shooting him finger guns before blowing him a kiss and a wink.

Jamal amusingly laughs as he follows after you to the door.

“Well I really do hope my girlfriend would prefer me over her current favorite hooper.”

You hook your arm around his, tip-toeing to press a kiss on his cheek as the both of you leave his bedroom.

“Always you J, always you.”

a/n: guess my favorite nba team and my favorite nba players 😩 it's not very obvious i swear to you

[devilat-thedoor]

Morning soft!Jake thoughts😔

He’s not awake yet, but he can sense that you’re about to get up. His arm would lazily lift from the mattess to curl around your waist and hold you down.

“Jake, I have to pee. Let me up.” But you don’t fight him because when he buries his nose into your hair and releases that sleepy groan, you’re at his mercy. So instead, you roll over to face him and trace your fingers over all of his features with a featherlight touch, “You’re so beautiful…” You whisper it so quietly to yourself, admiring how truly pretty he really is(especially when he’s in such a tranquil state).

His lips would start to lift into a tiny, shy smile while his arm tightens around you. He lets you continue to ghost your fingertip along, absolutely loving it when you trace down the bridge of his nose and his long lashes. It’s when you finally go over his lips for the third time that he opens his mouth and catches the digit between his teeth. The sound of your giggle warms his body as he releases your finger to peck your lips once…twice…three times, “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles it against your mouth right before the fouth kiss.

You’re blushing because he never fails to set the butterflies loose. You fold your hands over his chest and lay your chin atop to gaze at him, “Can I go pee now? And start the coffee pot?” You watch him scrunch his face in contemplation.

A hot cup of coffee sounds great but, “Just stay a little longer, love…” He brushes the fallen hairs from your face before circling his fingers on your bare back, “Mornings with you are my favorite.”

“They’re my favorite too, Jakey…” You flash him a warm smile and lay your head flat over his beating heart while muttering an I love you.

He hugs his arms around you, squeezing you tight, “I love you more…” When he finally loosens his hold, you look up to see his bright(yet always still tired) eyes, shimmering as they look into your own. Just when you think he’s about to say something really sweet, he hips out of bed with a cackle and makes a run for the door, “I call bathroom first!”

You can’t help your own laugh as you clamber out of the bed to chase after him, “Jacob, i swear to god, don’t you dare!!!!!” All while he’s laughing and running to slam the bathroom door shut…

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i blame @losfacedevil @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @klarxtr and @writingcold for this…. they won’t let me rest😩

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

It's not a request, but rather an idea that you might write about one day. Sorry if I'm too heavy with Lyle, but I LOVE him😩 The idea is Things Lyle would do during Y/N's menstrual period. Sorry if what I write below makes you feel uncomfortable, I know that for some people menstruation is still a taboo subject.

I have a stupid headcanon that Lyle has no problem fucking a reader during his term.

Sorry for my bad english, it's not my native language.

Eeeeeee! I love! Yes I can imagine Lyle as a 'nope don't care still horny' kinda guy. Doesn't even bother with a towel.

Warnings: mentions of periods, blood, sex whilst on period, oral while reader is on their period (female receiving)

AFABreader x Lyle (Recom and human)

Human!Lyle!

He doesn't notice right away. Kissing you good morning as normal before getting ready. It's not until your cursing in the bathroom that he realizes. He's behind you in the mirror, arms circled around your waist and rocking with you.

"Don't worry about it babe, nothing a little wash won't fix." He jests, kissing your neck and along your shoulder.

"Lyle, please my heads pounding" You grumble, rubbing your temple. With a last peck he shifts to cabinet handing you the painkillers before stepping out to finish getting ready.

All day he thinks about you. Barely acknowledging Auestine's insults as he follows her scientists through the forest. He wants to do something nice for you. It's his first month as your boyfriend and he wants to make you feel special, especially if your feeling crap.

When Lyle gets back to the base his first thought is to find you, though he makes a quick detour. Heading back to your shared room he gives a quick knock before sauntering in.

Your frown immediately lifts when you see him. Beautiful flowers under one arm and dinner in his other. Lyle's mother and sisters were never shy about explaining what was going on every month so he likes to think he knows what to do.

Lyle is affectionate all through your shared meal but he's disappointed when you shift away. His leg rubbing against yours under the table, you sit cross-legged. Then he rests his hand on yours but soon after you take it back fixing your hair but not returning it.

He stews until your getting changed with your back to him, that's the final straw for him. You never shy away like this. He comes up behind you again, hands circling you to pull your back against him.

"What's wrong baby?" He whispers against your skin. You squirm a little before settling against him.

"I feel gross." You admit. The words hanging heavy in the air before Lyle turns you to him. His face shows all the desire he's always shown you. His fingers curl under your chin, lifting your face to his. He says nothing but the want in his kiss elevates your apprehension.

His hands lower, caressing down your sides. He stops at your chest to feel your breast before dipping lower to grip your hips. Lyle smiles against your lips, tugging you against him. You gasp at the sudden movement, feeling his desire hard, outlined against his pants.

With a growl he lifts you up, tossing you back against the bed. You yelp, laughing as he eyes you up. He grins down before crawling up to hover above you.

Then his mouth is on yours again, trailing away to kiss your jaw as a hand slips into your pants. You grip his wrist a second, stilling his fingers just grazing your folds.

"You sure?" You ask, suddenly feeling ashamed again. Lyle withdraws his hand and you feel cold. A sting of rejection as he draws his fingers up. You're just about to roll away when the blood tipped digits are placed in his mouth. You gape at him but he just smirks.

"Gonna take a lot more than a little blood to put me off buttercup!" he boasts. You feel your cheeks burn but Lyle just laughs before diving back down. His finger presses lazy circles against your clit as he sucks dark love bites against your neck. You moan, hips bucking against his hand, your core clenching desperate to feel him.

"Lyle..." You moan out, waves of pleasure making it harder to speak. "Please Lyle..." You whimper gripping at his bulging biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you can to ground yourself.

"Come on babe, use your words." He teased but he caught your meaning, already shifting to unbuckle his belt. Honestly you were so glad he could read you so well. You weren't sure you'd have been able to croak out how much you wanted him to fill you up right now.

Lyle hooked his fingers under your waist band, you freeze. Still worried he'll be put off but he's anything but. Fingers returning to gently tease your core. He admires the way your muscles tense, walls fluttering around nothing.

You reach your legs up, using your heals to tug him closer to you. He smirks down, running his fingers up to your clit again. He rolls the sensitive bud with his thumb, your back arching up.

"Eager are we? Don't worry, I know a cock hungry pussy when I see one." He mocks, before pressing a finger in. You groan at the sensation but you want more. Lyle gives you it, adding another finger before curling inside drawing more wanton moans from you.

"Good girl." He praises, thumb rubbing circles with his rhythm. You feel the knot tightening in your core. Your mind fogging with the familiar build up before his fingers retreat. You whine at the loss, bucking up to try and chase the friction.

Lyle holds his cock, teasing the head over your clit and at your core. He runs his hand up your chest to your breast, teasing the nipple in his fingers. Then in a quick motion he buries himself to the hilt. You cry out, the stretch far better than his hand.

He pulls almost completely out, slowly, before snapping his hips against yours. Then he's pounding against you, lewd wet noises filling the air as your walls clench around him. He hisses, hand coming up to your throat and holding your neck. The other circles your clit, bringing the climax closer again.

His rhythm stutters, his strokes becoming sloppy. Lyle's groaning above you, praises stumbling out his lips as he buries himself deeply. You feel yourself getting close, the motion on your bud never slowing even as Lyle cums inside you. He moans loud in your ear, nipping the skin.

"Come on baby, cum on my cock." He whispers in your ear, voice low and breathy. You reach your tipping point, walls fluttering around him still deep inside you. You cry out, chanting his name over and over as he rides out your orgasm.

In the breathy aftermath he kisses you lazily, cooing at your messy state.

"Round two in the shower?"

Recom!Lyle time!

He smells it the moment he awakes. In fact he thinks it might just have been the reason. In a brief moment he panics, sitting and shifting you up off your resting place on his chest. He thinks your injured but then the smell isn't right.

Lyle's a quick guy though realizing as you slowly wake what's happening. You grumble, feeling groggy but are glad he noticed before you ruined the sheets.

You swear his large hand against your abdomen is better than any hot water bottle. His hand rests there as you cuddle up in his lap to watch movies. Lyle's called you both off work today, deciding that you both deserve a break.

He doesn't leave your side, except for bringing over snacks and popcorn. He's intoxicating, you struggle to keep your hands off him on a good day. Hormones to blame you suppose as your proximity only drives your desire.

Lyle feels it too, the fresh scent of your arousal has him craving you before the first movie is at the credits. Its easy done, his fingers tipping lower on your stomach. You notice his shift, feeling him harden under your lap. You tease him, grinding your hip against him, all under the guise of just shifting your weight. Lyle stifles a groans against your neck, trying to play it cool.

A wicked idea crosses your mind. You jump off him, his hand pulled away from its journey down. He grumbles, reaching for you but you skip away.

"Out of popcorn!" You chirp, enjoying the way his eyes darken. Your in for it now, you've started the game. Still you strut your way over to the kitchen, feeling his eyes watching your swaying hips. Cat and mouse, you love when he gives chase.

You hum to yourself as the popcorn bag spins, the whirring of the microwave masking Lyle's footsteps. You lean against the counter on your elbows, ass sticking out behind you. In the glass reflection you see him approach behind you.

Lyle plasters himself against you, leaning his chest down over your arching back. His cock presses hard into the curve of your ass as he reaches past you for a bowl. You wiggle your hips against him a moment before he bucks you forward.

You squeal, his lips pressing against your neck, hands coming back to hold your hips against him.

"You know buttercup... I think I'm craving something else." You feel his fanged teeth nip your skin and groan. Lyle pulls back suddenly, you whine at the loss of heat, turning to frown up at him.

Before you can speak he's slipped your pants down and picks you up, sitting you on the counter. It cold tile hits your ass and you gasp. Lyle captures your lips, kissing you hungrily as his hands pull your shirt up.

You lift your arms, letting him tug the garment off. He takes a second to admire you before diving lower. He nips your chest, sucking a nipple in to roll between his dull teeth. You whine, your hands kneading into his shoulders.

Lyle's hands trail down as he leaves love bites littered across your chest. Gripping your hips before sliding down to your knees. Lyle tugs them apart, face pulling back to look at you. You stare back, eyes half lidded, lips puffy and flushed.

He smirks, licking his lips before he dives down. His tongue swiping a line up from core to clit. You groan, bucking forward but his hands grip your hip, stilling you as he swipes another line.

You whine out his name before he sucks at your sensitive bud. The nerves electric as your moans fill the room. Each flick of his tongue causing your core to tighten. He slides lower, tongue exploring inside whilst his nose bumps against your clit.

His squeezes the flesh of your hip as you rock against him, the friction of his nose sending delicious pleasure through you. He's lapping you up like he was starving, eager motions drawing you closer and closer to climax.

You slide a hand across his head, tugging him closer into you. His hands on your hips doing the same, muffled groans from him as he drinks you in.

You wrap his queue around your hand at its base, tugging the sensitive cord within. You feel the vibrations of his growl against you, tipping you over the edge. He is relentless, pulling you through your high and drawing out a second moments later. Your incoherent moaned sentences falling on death ears. The man's too pussy drunk to listen, desperate for a third. Your head lulling back against the cupboards, over stimulated and blissed out.

The third wave of pleasure has you seeing stars and your pulling him up from the hyper sensitive skin. Sweat shines against your skin, your breathing labored. You tug his bloody lips to yours, its going to be a long week.