#they can move in so many ways! not just the mouths or hands or such!

[skzzsya]

my man ?! || lee felix

ᯓᡣ𐭩 felix x fem!reader. genre : fluff & smut.

synopsis. in which your boyfriend gets mistaken for girl but you're the only one to know how manly he is 𝜗𝜚 ⸝⸝ m.list ♡

You’d lost count of how many times people had mistaken your boyfriend for a girl. Maybe it was his soft features, the way his long hair framed his face, or the delicate way he carried himself in public.

And today it happened again, at a café. The barista, an older woman with kind eyes, had smiled warmly at him. "What can I get for you, sweetheart?" He ordered his usual, then you added yours. But before you could step away, she turned to you with an even bigger smile.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful!" You saw it happen in real time, the moment your boyfriend’s soul left his body. His jaw clenched, fingers tightening around his wallet. You bit back a laugh, barely holding it together as the woman continued gushing.

"She has such delicate features! You’re a lucky young lady." Your boyfriend exhaled, slow and controlled. Then, without correcting her, he handed over the cash and grabbed the drinks. "Thanks," he muttered, walking away without looking back. You followed him outside, and the second the door shut behind you, you lost it.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful" you wheezed, clutching your stomach.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "If one more person-"

"But, babe, she wasn’t wrong!~"

His head snapped toward you. "You think this is funny?"

"A little bit." You grinned. "I mean… you are beautiful." His jaw ticked.

“Oh, so you think this is funny?” His voice was dangerously calm, but the way he lifted his eyebrow told you exactly what was coming.

Your breath hitched. “A little bit.”

Felix hummed, tilting his head as he looked down at you. “Alright,” he murmured, fingers curling around your wrist.

"You better make this up to me later," he muttered.

—

The moment you stepped inside, Felix shut the door with a quiet click. The air between you shifted, slowly, he turned, expression unreadable as he gazed down at you.

"Strip." he says. Your breath caught. Felix had always been the gentle type, but when it came to this? He was careful but firm. Always soft, but never hesitating. You swallowed, hands moving to the hem of your shirt. His eyes darkened as he watched you peel it off, followed by your bra, leaving you bare under his heated gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, stepping closer. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

You shivered, nodding as his hands brushed over your sides, fingers ghosting over your ribs before settling at your waist. His lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss. Not rushed, just deliberate and sweet. His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, pulling you against his warmth. "You laugh when people call me pretty," he whispered against your mouth, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that made your knees weak.

"But I know what you really think." His hands skimmed down, pushing your pants past your hips until they pooled at your feet. You kicked them off, breath stuttering as his fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing over your clothed heat.

"Already wet," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "You like when I prove myself to you, don’t you?" You bite your lip, nodding.

"Words, baby," he reminded you, his voice teasing.

"Yes," you exhaled.

A pleased hum vibrated from his chest. "That’s my princess."

He slid your panties down, guiding you back toward the couch until the cushions hit the back of your knees.

"Sit my love." And you did as he says. Felix knelt between your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he kissed his way up your inner thigh. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, the strands tickling your skin as he moved.

"You always make fun of me," he murmured, warm breath fanning over your core. "But you love this hair, don’t you?"

Before you could answer, his tongue flicked out, teasing over your clit in the softest, slowest motion imaginable. Your head fell back, a gasp leaving your lips. He chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your body.

"Not so funny now, huh?"

You barely had time to process what was happening before he devoured you. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, tracing and circling with precision. His lips sealed around your clit, sucking just enough to make your thighs tremble.

"Lixie-" you moaned, hands going to his hair.

The second your fingers tangled in his long locks, he groaned, the deep, needy sound vibrating against you. You tugged, just a little, his nails dug into your thighs.

"Baby, mhmm" he rasped, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. "Again."

Testing him, you curled your fingers tighter and pulled, guiding his head where you wanted him. Felix let out a moan, pupils dilating before he whimpered, sinking deeper into your heat. The sound alone nearly sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, Felix ah..."

"That's it, angel," he groaned, tightening his grip on you. "Cum for me."

And with one last flick of his tongue, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your thighs clenched around his head, but Felix didn’t stop, he kept going, drawing out every moan out of your mouth, until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he pull back, licking his lips as he gazed up at you with a satisfied smirk.

"Still think I’m ‘pretty’?" he teased. Your chest heaved, a dazed smile curling at your lips. "So pretty," you breathed. Felix giggled, shaking his head as he stood.

"You’re lucky I love you."

"Mmh i love you too~." You tugged at his waistband, looking up at him through heavy lashes. "I- need it please." He groaned, already melting as you pulled him down for another kiss. You reached for the waistband of his jeans, fingers brushing over the button. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his muscles as he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re impatient, love” he murmured, teasing you again, but the way his hands trembled slightly as he pulled back told you he was just as eager.

“I want you,” you whispered, voice softer now.

Felix groaned, kissing you deeply before stepping back just enough to shed the rest of his clothes. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders as he tugged off his shirt, then pushed down his jeans and boxers, revealing himself fully. Your breath caught. No matter how many times you’d seen him like this, it always stole the air from your lungs. He was beautiful, but not in the delicate, feminine way strangers assumed. He was lean but strong, toned with abs of six pack. His skin glowed in the dim light, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he hovered over you again. Felix’s hands traced over your body with reverence, fingertips ghosting over your ribs, the curve of your waist, your thighs. He took his time, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

“You’re so perfect,” he says, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, then your chest, then lower. “Every single part of you.”

Your fingers curled into his hair again, and he shuddered, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before he met your gaze once more.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, you nodded, heart pounding.

Felix reached down, running himself through your folds, coating himself in your wetness before slowly, so slowly, pressing inside. Your breath hitched as he stretched you, filling you inch by inch, never rushing. His lips found yours again, swallowing the soft moan that slipped past your lips.

“Now, do I feel like a girl to you hm?” he asked, forehead resting against yours.

You exhaled shakily. “N-no.”

Felix nodded, letting out an almost desperate groan before he rolled his hips, pushing the rest of the way in. He stilled, letting you adjust, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your lips. His hands never stopped moving, caressing your sides, your thighs, grounding you in his warmth. Then, finally, he moved. Slow, deep thrusts, each one dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.

Felix wasn’t fucking you. He wasn’t pounding into you with reckless abandon, he was making love to you. And God, it felt good. His fingers laced with yours, pressing your hands into the cushions as he rocked into you at a sensual, unhurried pace.

“Feels so good,” he murmured against your lips. “You take me so well, baby.”

You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. The new angle sent a shiver down your spine, pleasure coiling tighter with his slow, precise thrusts. Felix groaned as your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, angel- just like that.”

His mouth trailed down to your neck, sucking lightly at the skin, leaving faint marks that would disappear by morning. His hips moved in steady, measured rolls, his thrusts pressing so deep, rubbing against that perfect spot inside you. You were falling apart beneath him, he was stretching you so good.

“Lixie-,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “I- I’m close.”

He kissed you again. “I know, baby. I can feel you.” His pace never faltered, never grew erratic. He wanted you to feel all the love he has for you, to reach your high slowly, beautifully.

His fingers slipped between your bodies, rubbing slow, tight circles against your clit. The added sensation sent you tumbling over the edge, pleasure crashing through you in waves. Felix groaned as you clenched around him, his thrusts growing just a little deeper, a little more desperate as he chased his own release. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.

“Gonna fill you up, baby ngh...gonna make you feel so good.”

And then, with one last thrust, he broke, spilling into you with a soft, breathless moan. His body trembled, muscles tense as he rode out his high, pressing you firmly against him. For a long moment, neither of you moved. Felix stayed inside you, chest rising and falling against yours, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. His hair tickled your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder, your temple, your lips.

“Are you good my love?” he asked, voice thick with exhaustion and love.

You smiled, still breathless. “More than good.”

Felix chuckled, nuzzling into your neck. “Good.”

He pulled out carefully, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, not letting an inch of space remain between you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“You’re not laughing anymore,” he teased sleepily.

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Nope heh.”

Felix hummed, already drifting into the hazy warmth of sleep. “Told you I’d prove it.”

And God, had he ever.

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Ehm...this edit inspired me :3

(it's my first time writing this type of stuff please be nice 🙏🏻😽)

[gpcwsl]

Alessia Russo x Reader

- Extra Clingy -

MasterList

Warnings: kissing?

WC: 1.5k

Last one for the day. More tomorrow.

You wake up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains, but it isn’t the warmth of the sun that stirs you from your sleep—it’s her. Alessia.

Her arms are wrapped tightly around you, legs tangled with yours as if she’s trying to keep you from escaping. Her breath is warm against your neck, and you feel the featherlight press of her lips against your shoulder.

“Morning,” she murmurs, voice husky and thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you reply softly, turning your head to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes are drowsy yet sparkling, a lazy grin spreading across her face.

Without warning, Alessia shifts closer, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Her lips press a series of kisses to your skin—your collarbone, the curve of your shoulder, the soft spot just below your ear.

“You’re so warm,” she mumbles, her voice muffled against your skin.

“You’re extra clingy today,” you tease, though you’re far from complaining.

“I don’t want to move,” she admits, her arms tightening around you. “I just want to stay here with you forever.”

Her lips find their way to your jaw, placing slow, deliberate kisses as if memorizing every inch of you. Then she pulls back slightly, her hand cupping your cheek. “Kiss me,” she whispers, her eyes locked on yours.

You don’t hesitate. You lean in, pressing your lips to hers in a tender, lingering kiss. Alessia sighs against your mouth, her fingers slipping into your hair as she deepens the kiss.

When you pull away, she pouts, her lips soft and slightly swollen. “More,” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

You can’t help but smile. “How many kisses do you need this morning?”

“As many as you’ll give me,” she replies, her grin turning playful.

You spend the next several minutes indulging her, her lips brushing against yours again and again. She’s insatiable, her kisses growing more fervent, her hands wandering to hold your face, your waist, anywhere she can touch.

Eventually, she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against yours. “You know I love you, right?” she murmurs, her breath warm against your lips.

“Yeah,” you whisper back, your heart swelling. “I love you too.”

She smiles at that, her eyes shining as she presses one last kiss to your forehead. “Good. Now let’s stay here all day.”You chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Alessia’s face. “Stay here all day? What about breakfast? Or, you know, getting dressed?”

She grins mischievously, her arms still locked firmly around you. “Breakfast can wait. Clothes are overrated. All I want right now is you.”

Her words send a pleasant warmth spreading through your chest, and her gaze holds yours with an intensity that makes it hard to argue. She tucks her head back against your chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

“I like mornings like this,” she says quietly, her voice almost dreamy. “When it’s just us, no training, no schedules, no rushing around. Just you and me.”

You tilt her chin up gently so you can look at her properly. “You’re such a softie, you know that?”

“Only for you,” she replies with a wink, leaning up to press a quick kiss to your lips.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that feels safe and full rather than awkward. Alessia shifts slightly, resting her chin on your chest, her fingers drumming lightly against your arm. You can tell she’s thinking about something, and you give her the space to sort through it.

Eventually, she speaks. “You make me feel… grounded,” she admits softly. “Like, no matter what’s happening out there—good or bad—I always have this. You. Us.”

Her vulnerability takes you by surprise, and you feel your heart ache in the best possible way. You reach down, intertwining your fingers with hers. “You’ll always have me, Lessi. No matter what.”

She smiles, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in her expression—relief, gratitude, love. She squeezes your hand gently and sits up just enough to kiss your temple.

“Alright, you win,” she says suddenly, her tone lightening as a cheeky smile spreads across her face. “Breakfast sounds good. But only if you promise not to leave my side for too long.”

You laugh, nudging her playfully. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love,” she counters, flashing you a grin as she finally untangles herself from you, albeit reluctantly. She stretches, her golden hair catching the morning light, before turning to you with an outstretched hand.

“C’mon,” she says, her voice full of warmth. “Let’s make pancakes. Together.”

You take her hand, letting her pull you up. As you head to the kitchen, Alessia doesn’t let go of your hand, and every so often, she steals another kiss—on your cheek, your temple, even your shoulder as you work side by side.

The morning stretches on, and it’s everything she said it would be: no rushing, no distractions, just the two of you. And for the first time in a long time, you feel like the rest of the world can wait.

The kitchen is filled with the comforting sounds of morning: the sizzle of batter hitting the pan, Alessia’s soft hums as she flips a pancake with surprising grace, and your shared laughter over her attempt to make a perfectly round one—which somehow ends up looking like a heart.

“Look at that,” she says, holding up the heart-shaped pancake proudly. “It’s a sign. Meant to be.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “It’s a coincidence, Lessi.”

“Uh-uh,” she protests, placing the pancake on a plate and turning to you with a teasing smile. “Don’t ruin the romance, babe. It’s love, right here. Breakfast love.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you start cutting up some fruit to add to the stack. Alessia leans against the counter next to you, watching you with a soft expression. When you glance at her, she doesn’t look away.

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she says, but her voice carries that gentle, adoring tone she always gets when she’s completely lost in her feelings for you. “I just like watching you. You’re… you’re perfect.”

You pause, your cheeks warming. Alessia is never shy about voicing how she feels, but every time she says something like that, it catches you off guard.

“Perfect?” you echo, smirking slightly. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“Not even close,” she replies, stepping closer to wrap her arms around your waist. “It’s the truth. And I think you’re just going to have to accept that I’m obsessed with you.”

Her lips brush against your temple, lingering there as she whispers, “Obsessed.”

You lean back into her embrace, tilting your head slightly to meet her gaze. “Fine. But only if I get to be obsessed with you, too.”

Her grin is immediate, wide and boyish, the kind that makes her look completely and utterly in love. “Deal.”

The pancakes and fruit are quickly forgotten as she turns you around in her arms, pulling you into a kiss that’s far too passionate for the middle of breakfast preparations. Her hands settle at your waist, her lips moving against yours with a tenderness that melts you from the inside out.

When you finally pull away, breathless and giggling, Alessia presses her forehead to yours, her hands still holding you close. “You’re my favorite person, you know that?”

“Better be,” you tease, poking her side gently. “Otherwise, all this clinginess would be suspicious.”

She laughs, her nose scrunching adorably, before stealing another quick kiss. “Alright, let’s eat before I forget food exists and just keep kissing you all day.”

The two of you settle at the small dining table, plates piled high with pancakes and fruit, syrup drizzled generously over everything. It’s simple, but it feels perfect. You spend the meal laughing, teasing, and stealing bites from each other’s plates, completely wrapped up in your little bubble of love and comfort.

After breakfast, Alessia insists on cleaning up, though her version of tidying involves dancing around the kitchen with a dish towel in hand, dramatically lip-syncing to the music playing softly in the background. You can’t help but laugh as you watch her spin and twirl, her energy infectious.

“Come on,” she urges, holding out her hand to you. “Dance with me.”

“I think I’ll pass,” you say, though you’re already smiling.

“Nope,” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into her orbit. “No passing. Mandatory fun.”

You let her guide you into an impromptu slow dance, her hands finding your waist as yours settle on her shoulders. She sways with you, her eyes never leaving yours, her smile soft and sweet.

“You make everything better,” she murmurs after a moment, her voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “Even doing the dishes.”

You lean in, brushing your lips against hers in a kiss that feels like a promise. “I’m not going anywhere, Lessi.”

She smiles against your lips, her hold on you tightening slightly. “Good,” she whispers. “Because I’m not done being obsessed with you yet.”

And for the rest of the day, that’s exactly how it feels—like the world outside doesn’t exist, like the only thing that matters is the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s love and laughter.

[inkedinshadows]

Hi! Please can you write a smutty Azriel one with prompt number 5?

Temptations of the Night

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

A/N: I literally wrote this in less than 2 hours, so sorry if there are some mistakes!

Prompt: "Who knew you had such a dirty mouth."

Warnings: smut, language, oral (m receiving)

Word count: 1.1k

You didn’t see him walking toward you.

One moment, you were drinking and dancing at Rita’s, surrounded by a crowd of sweaty, panting bodies. The next, Azriel appeared beside you. Under the colorful lights, he looked even more handsome than he already was. And in your tipsy state, you let your feelings for him overwhelm you and take control.

“Can I kiss you?” you screamed over the music, your arms already around his neck as you pressed your body against his.

He blinked. “What?”

You nodded eagerly, a huge smile on your face. “I want to kiss you!”

“Y/N…” Azriel shook his head, even as his hands found their place on your hips, his touch searing through the fabric of your dress. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“No, Az, I do!” you insisted. “I didn’t drink that much, I promise.”

He watched you for what felt like hours, probably trying to determine just how many drinks you’d had. People still danced and jumped around you, and you let the pounding music flow through your veins once more. You began moving again, swaying your hips as you waited for Azriel’s response.

You knew this was sudden, and you normally wouldn’t have behaved like this. But you had harbored feelings for him for months now. A little kiss couldn’t hurt. You could still blame it on the alcohol if he refused, though you hadn’t lied—you weren’t drunk. You had drunk just enough to lose your inhibitions, but not enough to not know what you were doing. Not enough to miss how Azriel’s gaze had never left you from the moment you stood up to dance.

You could see his resolve starting to crumble the more you danced against him. He didn’t stop you. No, his fingers only dug slightly into your hips, as if to guide your movements.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was quiet, like he was treading on a wire, but you still heard him over the chaos of the club.

And the way he looked at you, with that gleam in his eyes—it was all you needed to know that he would do it.

“Yes!” you all but shouted. “I want to kiss you so fucking much right now!”

He didn’t waste any more time. His hands left your hips only to cup your face and pull you toward him, and then his lips found yours and you melted against him. His chest was solid against yours, the only support you had as the intensity of his kiss made your knees weak.

The taste of the drink he’d had just moments ago lingered on his lips as they moved against yours. His tongue slipped past them to brush against yours, and the whole club disappeared around you. There were only his hands on your face, your fingers on the nape of his neck, and that kiss that seemed to consume you both until you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you.

Azriel pulled back at the sound, his hands slipping from your cheeks into your hair. He tilted your head back and your eyes locked. The same desire you felt inside shone in the hazel depths of his gaze.

“I’m taking you home,” he stated simply.

Before you could say anything, he winnowed you away.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light of his bedroom. The silence felt almost jarring after the deafening music of Rita’s, and the air was cool on your damp skin now that you were no longer pressed among writhing bodies.

Azriel pulled you in for another hungry kiss and you knew that very soon, you’d be writhing again—for a completely different reason.

Your lips found his neck, and you smiled against his skin when his wings twitched behind him. Your fingers made a quick work of the buttons of his shirt before pushing it open to reveal his tattooed chest. You'd seen him shirtless during training before, but you would never get tired of the view. And you could definitely get used to touching him, too.

As your hands roamed over his muscles, he tried to pull you back up to kiss you again, but you resisted. You were already working on the buckle of his belt, your lips trailing down his chest as you slowly sank to your knees before him.

“I want to suck your cock,” you said. You pushed his pants down his legs, rewarded by the sight of his erection straining against his underwear. You looked up at him through your lashes. “And then I want to fuck you.”

Azriel was caught off guard by your bold words, his brows rising, but then his lips curled into a smirk. “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth,” he mused.

You grinned and tugged down his boxers, letting them pool at his feet. “I can do a lot of things with this mouth, you know.”

He shuddered when you wrapped your fingers around him, and one of his hands settled at the back of your head. “Well then, you should show me. Don’t you think?”

You didn’t hesitate.

You stroked him a few times before taking him into your mouth. Azriel groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair, but he didn’t pull you closer or rock his hips, letting you set the pace.

Your tongue flicked around his tip, tasting the little bead of precum already leaking. Your hands rested on his strong thighs while you bobbed your head, but your gaze remained on him the whole time. His heavy-lidded stare burned into you, his every groan sending heat pooling between your legs, demanding to be acknowledged—to be satiated. But your focus was solely on Azriel.

When you hollowed your cheeks, his restraint slipped and he fisted your hair, guiding you to take more of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. “Look at how good you suck on that dick.”

You moaned around him, your desire to please him only growing. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, as his jaw tensed and his head tilted back. You felt him twitch and throb on your tongue and knew he was close to spill himself down your throat. You eagerly waited for a taste his release.

But just before he could come, Azriel pulled you back, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. You gasped for air, eyes wide as you looked up at him.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he explained, his voice rough with restraint.

His hands slid under your arms, helping you to your feet.

You furrowed your brow. “Why not?”

Azriel’s grin sent a thrill straight to your core. “Because I want to fuck you first.”

His gaze flickered to the bed behind you.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

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[consciouscarrot]

simon ghost riley, who loves you with teeth. literally.

he’ll sink his teeth into you at any given moment, it could be whilst you’re doing something completely mundane like folding laundry, and he’ll come up behind you, tilting your head to the side gently before he grazes your skin with his sharp teeth, teasing you as he chooses the perfect spot for his mark before he bites, pressing down hard. enough for you to wince and shift in his hold. but before you can let any murmurs of complaint, he always softens you up, licking away any traces of blood, pressing light kisses around the now sore area and whispering saccharine praises of you being his perfect girl.

however, the majority of the time, he’s not biting you solely for the enjoyment, but to find solace in marking up any untainted skin he can find. simon needs to see his marks on you as a physical reminder that you’re his, wholly and by choice. that you’re here, that you’re real. he needs to see the once smooth skin slowly bruise and for the indents of his teeth to appear beneath the sheen of his saliva, the clear liquid staining red from where he broke the skin. he needs to physically see your form changing because of him, something to remind him that you are here with him, that he’s not still with roba and his mind hasn’t just created you as a cruel way to cope. he bites until he’s forced to believe in the proof of your existence: in the feeling of your skin beneath his mouth tearing and moulding to his bite, in the quiet whimpers you let out, the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, the smell of your perfume as he nuzzles further into your neck.

he often stays like that with you for a while, swaying slightly with his jaw still clamped down on you as he holds you close to him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing just enough to limit your ability to move. you might lift your hand up to his hair, fingers threading through the blond strands, letting your nails drag over his scalp until he lets out a delicious groan into your spit-slick neck that sounds awfully like a purr.

the intimacy of these moments is priceless, and even though you can feel his drool trickling down your collarbone and your neck is stinging, you’d never trade this for anything. you see it for what it truly is, a display of deep trust. in those moments where he’s overcome with the lasting effects of trauma, those times where with anyone else he would pull away completely, eyes cold and tone sharp, craving comfort and affection but unable to accept even a morsel of it. instead, he chooses to push past those automatic responses, he chooses to let you see his vulnerability as he slowly unlearns the hatred and insecurity his father forced onto him. he lets you ease the lingering anger and grief from his past that he’s so desperate to bury.

when he’s finally ready to pull away, head far clearer than before, he’ll gently spin you around in his arms, eyes tracing over your fresh wound, thumbing the edges of the tender flesh, reddened and swollen with his mark. simon takes these moments to watch you, taking in every micro expression to make sure you’re okay and not angry with him; those dark eyes filled with guilt and sweet adoration boring into yours as he presses your foreheads together, lashes fluttering subtly in contentment.

he breathes out a sigh of relief at your slow smile, your hands rising to cradle his jaw, in a way so gentle and loving that only you could achieve.

a nagging part of his brain is always screaming at him to turn these soft, unguarded moments into a more comfortable version, with something he’s much more familiar with- lust. it’s telling him to give up, to turn you back around and bend you over, to punish you for loving him, for trusting him and for letting him trust you. he ignores it, a trick that took many years of patience and forgiveness from you to learn, until that traumatised part of him slowly retreats back, slowly allows him this seemingly fleeting moment of respite.

you’re so understanding that if he wasn’t so broken, he’s adamant that he’d be crying. his sweet lovie. you stay silent, waiting for him to either tell you what he needs, or for him to simply take it. whether that’s lying in bed for the rest of the day, curled up in each others warmth, or space and a little time to himself, you’ll give it to him in a heartbeat. he’d think of himself as one of those self centred, greedy boyfriends that does nothing but expect their girls to be their mums if it weren’t for the way that he knows he does the same for you too. he knows that when you’ve had a bad day, or even when you’ve had a good day, he drops everything immediately to be what you need.

it’s taken him a long time, and he’s still unlearning the bad and relearning the good, but everything feels just that bit easier with you. knowing that you’re his and he’s yours, plus being able to see the clear evidence of that on your skin, it makes him feel like maybe he can be better for you, after all.

hello! just a little smth, might be shit bc i’m rusty and still very new at the whole writing thing so please be kind. will probs disappear again after this. i hope you all had or are having a lovely day <3

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[vershautece]

I keep coming back to Luigi whispering “I know baby I know” “you can take it, doing so good for me” every time you whine about him being too big 😩😩

‘let me get just a bit deeper ok, wanna fill you up sweetheart i know you can take it’

‘mmm that’s a good girl, just goin a bit deeper yeah? feel good baby?’ he’s peppering kisses down your neck and kneading your boobs >.<

‘i know it’s a big stretch, you’ll never get used to it, hm?’ he chuckles, teasing you. you’ve got your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, trying not to bite down into his shoulder, and he’s not even started moving yet

‘baby let me use that pussy, gonna fuck my girl’s pussy as deep as my cock can go, yeah?’

you’re whining so loud for him as he goes even deeper: ‘ohhh lu baby i can’t take it’

‘mhm yes you can, let me rub that clit while you adjust’ the way he’s looking down at you should be illegal, his thumb on your clit making u squeal

‘ohhh baby it’s too much, you’re huge’

‘i know baby, i know i am’ he’s cooing at you, and then he’s smirking, biting his lip: ‘my phd’s got you dizzy, huh? i’ve not even started moving yet’ he can’t help but laugh every time he uses that inside joke no matter how intimate you both are

‘sh lu don’t make jokes right now you’re so fucking big’ your arms are around his neck so securely, and you’re holding onto his curls aggressively tight, trying to pull his forehead closer to yours

‘that’s what i just said dolcezza’

‘yeah, so shut up, mmm just start moving slowly’ the anticipation is killing you, and his teasing is getting you worked up even more

‘shut up, huh? you want just the tip instead?’ he pulls out of you then slips just the tip back in, and you whine like a brat

‘luigi what the fuckkkk go deeper’ you moan, not even realising you’re contradicting yourself because of course you know deep down u want all of him, and now you’re grabbing his ass trying to push him into u further

‘thought you said it was too much baby girl? just giving you the tip now’

‘lu seriously stop messing with me’ you smack him on the chest lightly

‘i’m still playing with your clit, is that not enough?’ he continues to tease, and you roll your eyes in sexual frustration

‘luigi this is not good for a girl’s hormones, don’t i deserve an orgasm?’ you bat your lashes at him innocently, so desperate but he’s still only got his tip inside you, not moving

he smirks at your words: ‘bellissima - why did you tell me it was too much if you want me deeper now?’

‘forget what i said lu mmm i need all of you so bad’ you’re still pushing his ass forward and his cocky smirk is so wide now, loving how needy u are for him. his thumb starts to work faster on your clit, and he’s gazing at you intently, how you’re moaning so sweetly at just his thumb and the stilled tip of his cock.

‘okay i’m gonna give you all of me now, mhm, baby? gonna reach that cervix, hold on to me while i push in - all the way, yeah’

he stops rubbing your clit and guides himself into you further and further. the stretch is unbelievable as always - you’re gripping his curls and moaning into his shoulder

‘ohh baby, fuck that’s it, doing so well for me - letting me stretch out your pretty pussy’

‘mmmm luigi, you’re so fucking deep’

‘i know beautiful, gonna start moving now, yeah? i knew you needed more than just the tip. gonna give you everything you need, mhm’ he whispers to u, and kisses your forehead as he starts his thrusts

at the first thrust you moan out so loud you’re sure the neighbours can hear, and he chuckles above you. ‘my baby girl, moaning so pretty for me’ his hands move to your waist, rubbing up and down your torso as he quickens his pace

‘you’re taking all of me so well, dolcezza, yeah - all these 7 inches? gonna suck it after for me hm? you gonna try and deepthroat me beautiful?’

you’re absolutely feral now that you’ve adjusted to his size, and you’re rocking your hips against his desperately. ‘mhmmm lui want u to cum in my pussy and my mouth’

‘ill give you my cum as many times as you want my girl, just focus on my cock hitting your cervix, yeah? oh fuck, that’s it – cmon baby girl’

you’re in heaven rn just moaning out everything coming to mind: ‘luigiii i love you, mm you’re so big, you fuck my pussy so good, oh god’

he’s just smirking down at u the whole time: ‘i know i do baby, look down and watch the imprint in your abdomen - mmm and play with your clit bellissima - that’s a good girl, gonna get you that orgasm you wanted’

and moments later you’ve squirted on his cock, literally screaming into his shoulder like a pornstar

‘shit baby, you know i’m the only one who’ll ever make you squirt like that, knew you could take me’ he’s kissing your forehead and cheeks over and over, thrusts slowing as you come down from your high, and you know he’s going to cum in your mouth once you’ve caught your breath (:

[evendimmer]

"Say It, baby, please?"

Pairings: Soft!Agatha x Reader Summary: Reader has trouble speaking her mind, Agatha tries to help. In her own way, of course. Word count: 1.1k Warnings: 18+ MiDNI Smut, shameless smut. mommy kink, oral(R receiving), fingering(both receiving), harold they're switches, fluff? A/N: Want to explore on the soft side of Agatha and what started as a brainrot turned into a full blown fic. First smut, feedback welcomed. Again, for my muses @etherealvampyre and @kukikatt ilysm

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Agatha knows that you feel awkward with speaking your mind. It's not about your thoughts itself, but more of how you believe, firmly, that you're not good at talking at all.

"Baby, it's fine," she coos, fingers running along your tightly clenched jaw, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but you know—"

You hear her voice trailing off so you shoot her a questioning glance, urging her to continue. Agatha smiles and leans over to your ear, voice low and silky as her fingers tightens ever so slightly, "— Mommy just loves hearing what you think."

You jump back huffing and puffing, giving her your best attempt of a death glare in mock anger, and of course Agatha has the audacity to chuckle at the sight of you. Deep down you know and love how she is getting you out of your shell, but you're also pretty damn sure she simply enjoys seeing you all flustered like that.

On days when you’re more vocal and expressive, Agatha is more than eager to let you know exactly how much she appreciates hearing you talk.

“Yes baby, fuck, yes," she rasps into your opened mouth as you blurt out, sobbing, about how you want, no, need her deeper inside of you. "More, tell me more. Tell mommy how good you're feeling, please.”

Your eyes are stinging with tears but through your blurred vision, you can see Agatha's bare chest heaving, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. You look up to find her biting down hard on her lip, eyes ablaze with want that almost burn you alive. A pathetic whimper slips out your lips and Agatha practically growls.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so hot and pretty and mommy can’t get enough of your voice,” she grunts and pumps her fingers into you with renewed vigour. You continue to babble about how your pussy is made for her and just how much you love having her inside you.

On your quieter days, Agatha knows not to push you too hard so instead, she speaks for you. The best and worst part is, she is always so fucking good at figuring out what's on your mind.

“W-what are you thinking baby?” Agatha chokes, voice quivering from having to stifle her moans to get the words out. Sometimes you're genuinely amazed by her determination to talk— you do have three fingers buried knuckles deep in her and a thumb firmly pressed on her clit, after all.

You shake your head and lean forward to plant a kiss on her clavicle, your fingers moving leisurely in and out of her.

“Are you—" she pauses to throw her head back and let out a particularly high pitched moan, courtesy to your particularly well-timed swipe over her swollen clit, "Are you thinking about how good mommy feels wrapped around your fingers?”

Perhaps it's the way she says the word "feels", or it's how her cunt, dripping and leaking all over your hand, clenches hard around your fingers but either way, something in your head snaps. All you can do is gasp and nod frantically, your hand thrusting in almost desperate manner into her, fingers curling just right as Agatha clings on to you crying out yes, yes, yes, right on top of her lungs.

However, in some rare occasions, Agatha does make you talk.

Today you have been caught touching yourself before she can join you in bed. To be fair, she has spent a bit longer in shower than usual and you have been aching and dripping for her since morning.

Agatha claims that had you told her what you needed during the day, she would have gladly given it to you at anytime and however many times you like. So to prevent this unfortunate incident from happening again (and to help you voicing out your needs, she claims), Agatha will not be touching you unless you explicitly asks her to.

"Let this be a lesson, angel," Agatha chuckles as you grind in frustration for some relief, leaving a sticky mess all over her bare thigh. It's been over thirty minutes since you have been stripped bare and sat straddling her leg. Agatha has stayed true to her words too, not once touching you where you need her most, only holding your wrists together with one hand, as she says, "to make sure you behave properly." “Just tell me what you want, baby,” she purrs, her grip firm on your waist forcing you to stay still, drawing a irritated grunt out of you.

The offer is tempting, yet you shake your head, too proud to break so easily. It's a simple game of patience, you can wait it out. But little do you know how Agatha is set on getting words out of you.

“Use your words, baby,” Agatha murmurs, tilting her head to meet your eyes. You feel your cunt clench over nothing so you quickly look away, “Please? For mommy?”

You sheepishly glance at her but shake your head again.

“Pretty please? Baby?” She tries once more, this time slightly tilting her leg up and down. You let out a shuddered breath at the sweet, sweet friction, but then she fucking stops right as pleasure starts building up and you almost cry out from the loss.

"Think about it, angel," Agatha leans forward to kiss your temple, "You can have so, much, more! If only you could just say something."

You shake your head in defiance, even more firmly this time.

Agatha pulls back, her gaze dropping to the floor and let out a small sigh. Just as you begin to wonder if she is giving in, she looks up again, pouting with feign sadness.

“You know how much mommy loves hearing your voice, right?” she practically begs with the silkiest voice and to make matters worse, and bites down on her lip, "please?"

You're so fucked.

You break right there and then, babbling about how much you need her to fuck you hard right here, right now or else you’re so going to lose your absolute fucking shit. Agatha smirks in wicked triumph and it annoys you but you don’t care anymore because she pins you down the next second, spreads your legs wide and throws her face right to your pussy and sucks and nips and licks and it's feels so fucking good you can’t even think of anything else.

She makes you come three times after that, an extra time as an apology, and once more after you promise to be more vocal about your needs.

[ghouljams]

I’m a virgin in very sense of the word but GOD do I want to suck a dick. What’s it like? Like serious, does it feel weird in your mouth the first time? How would one suck a dick that has foreskin? Are balls just as hairy? Can you safely push the balls apart without tearing it so you can suck there? Sorry, I have so many questions.

It's not weird so much as it's just sort of different. I gotta really think about this lol uuuuh

Under your tongue it's like hairless skin, it's sort of soft? but there's a firmness to it as well, like you can't just push it around with your tongue when it's fully erect, but when it's soft you can sort of smooth the skin around a lil bit. In your mouth it's like a pressure against your tongue when you suck it, there's a definite weight to the thing that you notice when it's in your mouth. It's also warm, like a little more than skin temperature. When you do it the first time you kind have to remember that you gotta watch the teeth, but honestly it's not that difficult to remember once you're bobbing your head.

you suck dick with foreskin the same way you suck dick without it. The foreskin should retract when your partner gets erect, but not always. You can sort of coax it over the head with your tongue and it'll move when with the stroke of your hand. It's not gonna get in the way or anything while you're sucking, at least not in any way I've notice. TBH I'm a pro-foreskin dick lover. Love an uncut cock.

balls are hairy unless your partner shaves. They feel like loose skin that's sort of... uuuh god idk how to describe it sort of like licking someone's arm if they have a lot of hair, but different because the skin is kinda loose. You can nudge the balls apart but the sack only goes so far, and honestly the most feeling is going to come from sucking on the testes themselves. Usually you can fit at least one nicely in your mouth, and just sorta lick at the other one. You gotta be nice to the balls.

idk did that help?

[yamumsyadadd]

the forgotten girl (15)

little bit of smut. This is the second last chapter x

I moaned as her hands slowly made their way up my thighs. Her mouth attacking my neck and collarbone, slowly making their way down to the collar of my shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” She stopped, looking at me. 

“Please.” It came out more as a moan than anything. 

“Holy fuck. You’re so perfect.” 

Her hands travelled to my barely covered boobs, squeezing them tightly and groaning. Slowly her lips returned to my body, one hand snaking around and undoing my bra, I let it fall off my arms and on the kitchen counter. 

Her mouth moves towards my nipples, sucking lighting on my left one and twisting the right one between her fingers. I moan loudly when she looks up at me with hooded eyes. She was so incredibly hot and I was so incredibly went. 

“Please Alexia. I need you.” It definitely sounded like a whine and it had her smiling. 

“Where Chica guapa?” The smug smile almost makes me what to slap her, but unfortunately I am too horny for that. 

“Here?” Her hands fiddle with the hem of my skirt, moving higher up her thumb breezes over my clit, “or here?” 

“Jesus Christ”

“That’s not my name bebé. Can I take these off?” I nod my head violently, her fingers hook in the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down with easy and tucking them into her pocket. 

“You’re so nice and wet for me, aren't you?" Alexia moans. 

“I am now please just touch me, please" I beg. No doubt Alexia feels pride in having me beg so much.

Alexia uses her hands and spreads my lips to get a better view, biting on her lip at the sight. She slides her thumb through the wetness and i can't stop the moan i lets out.

Alexia dropped to her knees and please a soft kiss right on my clit, before licking a broad strip all the way along.

"Oh fuck yes" i moans, throwing my head back and reaching down to tangle a hand in Alexia’s hair, pulling at it. Alexia wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard, leaving me panting and moaning loudly. Sorry to my neighbours. 

Slowly, Alexia uses two fingers to tease my entrance. Circling around it, pressing the tips of her fingers slightly inside, but removing them just as quick as she continues to lick all over her pussy.

"Alexia please, stop teasing. I don’t know how much more begging I need to do" i whined, already starting to lose her mind at the sensations.

"Alright Amor" Alexia laughed, a smug smile all over her face again, slowly pushing her fingers in my dripping entrance, pushing all the way to her knuckles.

"That's it baby, opening up so perfectly for me" Alexia groans at the sight of my greedy pussy swallowing her very large fingers.

She gets up from her knees to pull me in a bruising kiss, biting my bottom lip and sliding her tongue in my mouth, before slowly moving the fingers inside of me.

I moan in Alexia’s mouth. The feelings almost becoming too much. Her lips move back to my jaw, fingers pumping in and out of me. 

“You’re taking me so well baby. Your pussy feels so good.” I was close, embarrassingly close. 

“Do you want to come?” 

I nod my head, my fingers squeezing her bicep no doubt leaving marks. 

“Words amor.”

“Please ale, I want to cum”

“Cum then amor. Show me how good you are.” 

And cum I did. Alexia guided me through it, helping me come down. Slowly removing her fingers from me, washing her hands and grabbing a cloth. 

“Are you okay?” She asks as she stands between my legs. 

“Better than okay. I’m promise.” I cup her face and pull her in for a kiss. It’s different this time, full of love. 

“Shower time.” 

“Only if you join.” I drag her through the apartment and into the bathroom, undressing her  and taking my skirt off. 

The night continued that way, after many rounds, we fell asleep. Holding each other. This time with the promise of staying in the morning. Now more running away. 

[nimuraz]

WORD COUNT — 1.8k

WARNINGS — soft dom!jake, raw sex (don’t be silly! wrap your willy), fingering, sex toys, pet names (baby, angel, baby doll etc.), squirting, cunnilingus, munch!jake, overstimulation, let me know if i missed anything.

NOTES — don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing, oh yea you just get it! here’s part 2 of juno thank you guys so much for liking part 1 please feel free to leave comments under this of what you’d like from me next! this isn’t proof read so im sorry if it sucks a bit… I TRIED I TRIED >< okay bai enjoy muah xx

about an hour and a half has passed since you started with jake and it’s safe to say you’ve milked him for all he’s worth.

“your… your turn princess… can’t anymore…” he whispers against your lips while you linger above him. you nod softly before releasing his now soft dick. you lean in slightly, bringing yourself to his eye level before pressing a series of soft kisses across his face. a hazy smile greets you in return.

you gently unlock the cuffs around his delicate wrists before kissing the bright red rims that formed around them. he takes them from your hands and smiles at you.

“hands behind your back.” he breathes out. you follow his orders and place your hands next to each other right above your pretty lower back.

“good girl, never doubted it for a second.” he murmurs against the shell of your ear before cuffing your wrists. he slowly gets behind you and lays you down on your stomach, making sure there’s a pillow under your head and another one beneath your stomach.

“comfortable?” he whispers. you nod your head softly before you feel his hands pulling your bare hips up higher. you squirm when you feel the faint whisper of air hit your core, earning a slight giggle from jake behind you. your eyes flutter shut when you feel him grope the soft skin of your ass. they shoot right back open when he licks a firm stripe from your clit back up to your leaking hole.

“fuck jae please…” you moaned out. he gave gentle licks to your clit before pressing his tongue down and nodding his head, the friction causing you to arch your back up even further. another soft moan escaped your lips.

he licks another stripe up to your hole before surging his glazed tongue into your pussy. he hums softly at the taste, his hands still prying your legs open. you whimper once you feel him pump his tongue in and out of you.

“my baby tastes so sweet… i can’t believe i’ve never done this before you smell and taste so so sweet…” he whispers against you, just loud enough for you to hear.

the soft music playing from the tv makes its way into the atmosphere that’s currently suffocating the both of you.

you arch your back impossibly further when he sticks his middle finger into your pussy, a mewl leaving your mouth before he starts penetrating you with his finger oh so perfectly.

“you’re so tight,” he says in almost a whimper, the way your walls gripped him sent a shiver down his spine, stirring him back to life—something he hadn’t thought possible after how many times he’d already came because of you.

“more jae- need more!” you cried out beneath him, he had perfect view of the side of your face twisting and turning due to the pleasure. he couldn’t keep his precious girl in pain so he did exactly what you asked him to do, he adds another finger.

“fuck!” you cry out as the two digits in you start going in deeper and deeper before hitting your sweet spot. you jerk your hips forward, causing him to stop.

“ngh why’d you stop jae, please please…” you whined. he scoffs before palming your ass again, his grip on the skin almost bruising.

“don’t move, i won’t continue if you move.” his tone is deep, almost irresistible yet commanding. you knew he wasn’t joking.

“okay.. i promise i won’t just keep going jae please”

“can I try something… something we discussed?” he asks, his voice laced with hesitation. he was eager to explore everything, yet the fear of causing you pain kept him at bay. his love for you was so overwhelming, it took all his courage just to speak those words.

“hmm, what is it?” you mumble against the pillow.

“the… the um being rough, i wanna wrap my hands around that pretty neck, will you let me?…” he breathes out, the words seemingly getting stuck in his throat mid sentence but still laced with mischief.

a soft moan escapes you at the mere thought, causing a shiver to race down his spine. “jae, yes… please,” you murmur, your voice quivering with need. he leans down and kisses the side of your face before sticking his fingers back into you, constantly hitting your g spot.

“harder…” you breathe out, being the perfect boyfriend he is, he listens. the only sounds heard now is your soft panting, his hands slapping against your core and the soft groans leaving jake’s mouth as he speeds up. before you know it, you feel his free hand trail up to cup your jaw, a bit of your drool landing on his hand.

“jakey…”

and with that he wraps his fingers around your soft neck, earning a particularly loud moan from you.

“fuck i didn’t think you’d like it this much. my good girl, it feels good doesn’t it?”

fuck you felt like you were floating, suffocating not only because of his hands but his words too. “m’close.” you manage to breathe out in between moans and whimpers, he tightens his grip on your throat and slams another finger into you causing you let out a strangled yell.

“yes yes yes…” you babbled. you were too consumed by pleasure to notice when he let go of your throat. It wasn’t until the sudden vibration pressed against your swollen clit that a sharp jolt ran through your body, forcing you to collapse onto the bed, your strength completely drained.

he keeps the vibrator on the highest setting, settling it beneath you, right where your pretty clit is perched, pushing it further and further onto your sensitive bud.

“jae, fuck! fuck fuck jae i can’t i cant-“ your word were cut short by his hand going back up to your throat, gripping just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs trembling beneath his as he rubs the vibrator back and forth along your puffy lips.

“you can, my pretty girl, you can and you will… right?” he whispers along your shoulder, leaving wet open mouth kisses on the skin.

“i will… i will, jae… i promise…” you whimper between moans, your body trembling as if it might give out at any second. passing out during sex? that would definitely be a first.

he feels himself growing even harder at the way your body tries to jolt away from the toy. “can you take me baby…?” he asks so softly, his voice angelic in contrast to the grip he had on you.

“please… need you…” and that’s all it took for jake to pump his angry cock a few times before thrusting into you with no mercy. one hand still holding the vibrator against you and the other on your hip.

both of your moans sounding nothing short of a cliche porno. skin slapping, the buzzing, the creaking of the bed rocking this was all your own personal heaven.

“m’gonna cum—” your words break off as he slams into you even harder, lifting your hips even higher until he finds that perfect angle that has you screaming. within moments, your release crashes over you, spreading warmth between your tangled bodies.

“just hold on a little longer, baby…” he moans before driving into you a few more times. his breath comes in ragged pants as he asks, “where do you want it?”

“inside…” you breath out as he keeps thrusting through your high. the vibrator still against your clit. “wait jae fuck…” he thrusts a bit harder, hitting a new angle, everything still going causing your overstimulated core to clench around him.

“shit, you’re fucking squeezing me y/n…” he moans before rubbing the toy even faster against your clit.

“jae… jae… hold on…” you gasp, your breath hitching as that familiar tightness coils in the pit of your stomach again—but this time, it feels different.

he releases inside your warm walls causing you to topple over the edge. you yell out his name one last time before squirting on his length. he watches with glossy eyes as your arousal trails down his thighs before he slowly pulls out.

you lie there, completely limp against the bed, panting like a dog as soft whimpers slip from your lips while you try to catch your breath. jake moves beside you, his touch gentle as he slowly uncuffs your wrists. you instinctively tuck your hands under the pillow for comfort, sighing at the relief. he rubs your shoulders soothingly before leaning down to press a soft, reassuring kiss to your cheek.

“you okay, baby doll?” he whispers, his voice laced with concern. you nod weakly as he gently tucks stray strands of hair away from your face.

“i’ll be back…”

the bed shifts as he gets up, heading to the bathroom. you hear the faint sound of running water before he returns with a warm, damp towel. with careful hands, he cleans you up, his touch soft and soothing, before tossing the towel into the hamper.

“let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?” he murmurs, his voice soft as he watches your eyes flutter shut.

you give a small nod, tucking your hands tighter beneath your head. sleep pulls at you, dragging you in and out of consciousness, but the last thing you remember is your sweet, angelic boyfriend gently dressing you in fresh pajamas and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“love you…” you murmur softly.

“mm… i love you too angel…” he whispers before throwing a fuzzy blanket over the two of you.

[dulcescorderitas]

Hi, I've been addicted to reading your Supernatural writings! Until Season 4 I was always a Sam girl but reading your content, and experiencing Dean in later seasons has been something else for sure. I had a dream with him after reading the "sex in the impala" fic!

Could I request a Dean x reader, where they are between hunts/on the road the boys and reader make a pitstop at a bar in a small town? Reader and Dean have had several "almost" moments but Dean has been too stubborn to admit anything, and reader is waiting on him to make the move. At this bar a man approaches reader and Dean gets hot under the collar about it when he realises the guy is interested in her. I haven't read anything of Dean being protective but I think we all know he would be!

Thank you 💜

dulce’s notes: thank you so much! i’m so happy you like my writing, and i hope this gave you all the protective dean goodness you were craving! let me know if you want more <3

it starts with the hum of the impala's engine, smooth and familiar, rolling over cracked asphalt under a sky painted with the last smudges of daylight. sam’s in the passenger seat, half-asleep against the window, and you’re in the back, watching the world slip by in the reflection of dean’s rearview mirror. he catches your gaze, holds it for a second too long, then looks away, shifting gears like the sudden tension between you is something he can outrun.

the town is a nothing kind of place, just a few gas stations, a diner, and a bar with a neon sign that flickers like it's got one foot in the grave. you’re barely out of the car before dean’s already making a beeline for the bar, shoulders tense, jaw working like there’s something under his skin.

there have been moments. too many, really. times when he looked at you like he wanted to carve his name into your skin with his teeth, times when his hands lingered too long on your waist after patching you up, his fingers pressing into your flesh like he was memorizing the shape of you. there was that night in a motel, after a hunt went sideways, where he’d almost kissed you—where his breath was warm against your lips, his eyes dark and wild, but then he pulled away like the world was ending and he couldn’t afford another casualty.

so now, you wait. wait for him to get his head out of his ass, wait for him to stop acting like wanting you is a goddamn death sentence.

inside, the bar is dim, smelling of spilled whiskey and bad decisions. a jukebox in the corner is spitting out an old zeppelin song, and dean, true to form, is already leaning against the counter, ordering a round. you slide onto the stool next to him, close enough that your thigh brushes against his, and he tenses for half a second before relaxing into it like it doesn’t mean anything.

it means everything.

sam, being sam, disappears into a booth with a book and a beer, leaving the two of you at the bar. you take a sip of your drink, feel the warmth of it slide down your throat, but before you can even settle into the moment, you feel someone approaching.

he’s tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of smile that’s meant to be charming. “haven’t seen you around here before,” he says, his voice thick with the drawl of someone who’s spent his life in places like this. his eyes skim over you, appreciative, lingering in a way that makes your skin itch—not because he’s looking, but because you can feel dean beside you, his body going stiff, his grip on his glass tightening just a little too much.

“just passing through,” you say, noncommittal, but the guy isn’t deterred. he leans in, all easy confidence, and dean shifts beside you, exhaling slow through his nose like he’s trying real hard not to say something he’ll regret.

“can i buy you a drink?” the guy asks, and you don’t even have time to open your mouth before dean does it for you.

“she’s good,” he says, voice flat, edged with something sharp. possessive.

the guy blinks, looks between the two of you, like he’s just now noticing the way dean’s sitting so close, the way his arm has draped itself over the back of your chair, fingers just barely brushing against your shoulder.

“didn’t realize you two were—”

“we’re not,” you interrupt, and dean’s head snaps toward you so fast you can feel the heat of his glare. you don’t look at him. you keep your gaze on the man in front of you, a slow smile tugging at your lips as you take another sip of your drink. “but he sure as hell acts like we are.”

dean scoffs, mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like ‘damn right i do,’ but the guy gets the message. he raises his hands in surrender, offers you a wink and a “maybe next time,” before disappearing back into the crowd.

the silence between you and dean is thick enough to choke on. he doesn’t move his arm from the back of your chair, doesn’t lean away, doesn’t give you any space at all. instead, he turns to face you fully, eyes burning into you like he’s trying to set you on fire.

“you got somethin’ to say?” he asks, low, dangerous.

you tilt your head, considering. then, “do you?”

tension snaps like a live wire. his jaw clenches, his fingers flex against his glass, and then suddenly he’s up, grabbing your wrist, pulling you off your stool and toward the back of the bar where it’s dark and quiet, where the air smells like aged wood and cigarette smoke.

he backs you up against the wall, hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. his breath is warm, whiskey-scented, and his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them.

“you like pushin’ me, don’t you?”

you smile, slow and sharp. “someone’s gotta do it.”

dean exhales, tilts his head down, his nose brushing against yours, and for a second—for a single, breathtaking second—you think he’s finally gonna do it, finally gonna close the distance and give in to the thing that’s been simmering between you for months.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he presses his forehead against yours, breathes you in, then pulls back, his hands dropping away like he’s just barely won a fight with himself.

“finish your drink,” he mutters, voice rough. “we’re leavin’ soon.”

he walks away before you can say anything, before you can call him a coward, before you can grab him by the collar and kiss him stupid like you’ve wanted to for so damn long.

you press your back against the wall, exhale slow, and try to steady the wild rhythm of your heart.

one day, you think. one day, he’s gonna break.

and when he does—you’ll be waiting.

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[rekino2114]

idk if you write for this character, but I'm asking anyway, could you write a 19 with kurona renze? if you don't write about her it could be a 12 with shidou 🙏🙏

A/n:yeah I definitely write for kurona and also I've decided I'm gonna do the shidou one too cause I love her

Prompts list

Baking heart-shaped cookies with fem!kurona

You took the cookies out of the oven and smelled them, They looked and smelled delicious. They were little pink hearts, pink like your girlfriend's hair who was standing right next to you in the kitchen

"Do you like them?"

"Yeah,yeah, they're great"

You smiled and asked kurona to get a plate, which she happily did, and you put the cookies on it

"Thanks"

"It's nothing, nothing"

You kissed your cheek, making her blush heavily, and then brought the cookies to the living room and placed them on the table while you and kurona sat on the couch.

"Do you wanna watch a movie"

"Yeah can we watch jaws?"

"......babe we already watched it twice and it's not exactly the romantic movie I had in mind for valentine's day"

"Oh, sorry, sorry"

You grabbed the remote as kurona looked down in shame

"OK fine, I can't say no to you"

She gasped and looked back up at you with a wide smile now on her face

"Thank you, thank you"

"Your smile is so beautiful"

Hearing that, kurona blushed again and closed her mouth, looking away from you. You were a bit confused by that, but started the movie anyway.

While watching the movie, you kept cuddling kurona and eating the cookies. You noticed she wasn't eating any of them so you tried offering her one

"Do you want a cookie? They're good"

"No,no thanks, I'm not hungry"

Suddenly, the movie's sound was interrupted by kurona's stomach rumbling. You two looked at each other for a while before your girlfriend plopped her face in a nearby pillow out of pure embarrassment

"S-so you are, then why don't you want them"

"It's, it's just if I eat them, then i'll show you my teeth and the bite marks I'll leave-"

"And what's the problem with that? I love your teeth, I already told you that so many times"

"Y-yeah, yeah, thanks.....so much"

Kurona took the pillow out of her face and smiled again, showing you her sharp teeth

"There's my favorite shark girl, do you want a cookie now?"

She nodded and immediately bit the cookie out of your hand, almost biting it in the process

"....you were really hungry weren't you?"

She simply started sweating a bit while still smiling as you giggled a bit

"Ah.....I love you so much"

"Me too! me too!"

Taking a bubble bath with fem!shidou

This part is suggestive (it's shidou) and everyone involved is over 18

"ta-da!!"

Shidou moved out of the way to dramatically show you the bathtub, who was now filled with pink water with a lot of bubbles, probably due to a bath bomb, and had rose petals scattered all around it

"You....made a bath?"

"Yep! You told me you felt sore and tired after today's practice, so I made you a bath. Plus, it's Valentine's Day today, so i tried to make it as romantic as possible. Aren't I the best wife ever?"

"We're not even married"

"Yet!"

You sighed but giggled a bit while she looked at you with that wide smile of hers

"Is this just an excuse to see me naked?"

"Maybe, but you get to see me naked too, so i'd say it's fair"

You rolled your eyes as shidou quickly side hugged you, planting your face in her chest and making you blush intensely

"Are you saying you're passing up the opportunity to have me run my hands all over your body while you just relax and let me take care of you~"

"Why do you have to make everything sound so dirty?"

"I'm not hearing a no~"

"Fine, just because I love you"

"Yaaaay!!!, love ya too"

Shidou kissed your lips and stuck her tongue out at you (affectionately) you couldn't help but laugh at her

"OK,ok, let's go"

You two started undressing, with shidou shamelessly looking at every part of you and stripping very seductively afterwards. She then got into the tub first

"Aaahhh~, come on, babe, the water's hot, not as me, but still hot"

"You........*sighs* OK I'm coming"

"You-"

"Don't. Don't say anything."

"Ok~"

You joined her in the bath, and she immediately hugged you, making your head lay against her chest again

"I'll admit, this is really comfortable"

"My bobbs or the bath?"

"........both"

"so I am amazing right?"

"I.....can't deny that even if you are incredibly crazy and horny"

"I thought those were the things you loved most about me"

"......they are"

"Hehe, knew it~"

You spent a bit more time relaxing together, and then shidou started washing your hair, putting shampoo on it, and massaging your scalp

"You're actually pretty good at this"

"There are a lot of things my hands are good at, plus I'd do anything for you and you know it"

"Yeah, i know both of those things thanks"

"Don't mention it, cutie~ just seeing you so relaxed and hot is enough of a thanks"

After finishing with your hair, she continued rubbing soap all over your body and massaging every part of it, relaxing you even more. When she finished, you closed your eyes and leaned even more into her

"Thanks really, this feels really nice, especially after training"

"I can't have the love of my life feel so stressed and tired can I? Also if you want there's another way I can help you relax later~"

"I dunno, I just don't feel like it today"

"Sounds good to me, if you don't want to then I don't want to either.....can we at least cuddle to dry ourselves though?"

".....so cuddle naked?"

"Yeah, if you want to"

"Actually....I'd really like that"

"Yay!"

Shidou tightened her hold on you and kissed your cheek

"Happy valentine's day~"

You smiled at her and kissed her cheek back

"Happy valentine's day to you too"

[darksigns-exe]

the night and the light | prologue

a bad omens cyberpunk au

warnings: mentions of violence, guns, blood, scars

word count: 676

Wind rushes through her hair, throwing it back into her face. The city below her rushes along, never stopping its constant, restless movement. It never stops. Night City always moves – never sleeps. She watches quietly as it continues to writhe like a worm. Sometimes she wonders how she manages to keep up with it at all, or if she even does. 

The past year seems so inconsequential now that it lays behind her. In the grand scheme of things, nothing much has changed. She’s grown a year older, learned a thing or two, but apart from that, she doesn’t feel too different. Maybe she’d grown a little more resentful of the noise and the dirt below. 

So many lives had been lost, uselessly thrown into the aether, and sometimes she wonders if it had even been worth it. There had been so much death and destruction in their wake, so many lives that didn’t need to end yet. Sometimes she can still see the blood on her hands. But in the harsh neon lights of the city it quickly vanishes again. There’s always something, something more exciting, a new advertisement, a new face. Something always happens, and her mind just can’t stand still anymore. 

A set of arms wraps around her middle. She doesn’t need to look to know who they belong to. The coloured lines of ink and scar that line his skin make him so easy to identify. His chin comes to rest against her shoulder, and she knows what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth. 

We could just leave, you know.

And she isn’t surprised when he says those exact words. 

He gets these wistful moods every now and again. But they both know that they’ll never leave Night City. 

No one does – not forever, at least. 

The second they’ll leave the noise and the crowds behind, and they’re alone, everything will change. And that terrifies her. She doesn’t quiet know how to be a person without the lights around her, and she doesn’t know how they’ll be when there’s nothing around them to distract them from the glaring issues they both have. 

But maybe that’s exactly what they need right now. 

She lets her head drop back against his chest. She’s never felt safe in these streets, not until she’d met him. And even then, it had taken her some time until she had felt safe around him. 

“We could all just pack up and leave. Go somewhere else.” he continues, voice still soft and gentle, “One of these gigs will be the last. One way or another.” 

She knows that he’s right. 

One of these days, a bullet will hit one of them and there won’t be anything that can be done about it. There’s a solid chance that it won’t even happen on a gig. She’s witnessed enough people falling victim to stray bullets. 

Sirens blare below as gunshots tear through the white noise of the city. She hasn’t flinched at the sounds in years. 

She does now. 

Instinctively, his arms tighten around her middle. Not to restrain, but to safeguard. He’s warm, comforting, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. That cold, hard shell has been started to show cracks. He’s not growing soft, no, it’s something else, something she doesn’t want to admit to herself yet. 

She feels content here when he holds her like this. 

But there has to be more to it all, right? More than just being content with how the world is. 

More than being content with being who she is. 

There’s a whole world outside of this city, and she has barely dared to venture outside of its borders. Perhaps it is time to peek past the edge of his proverbial plate. A year ago, she would have questioned her sanity for even thinking that, but now it feels as if her eyes are truly open for the first time. 

She leans further against him, and his embrace somehow grows just a little tighter. 

“Maybe we should.” 

maybe. 

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[inkformyblood]

many different ways (SVSSS)

before, after Pre-Relationship, Sickfic. Shen Yuan x Shen Jiu. Canon Divergence - SJ was placed as SY's reflection when he transmigrated.

The door shuts firmly behind Mu Qingfang, the world once again narrowed to four walls and gentle darkness. Shen Yuan remains where he had insisted on staying, half-draped over the edge of the bed, an outer robe loosely thrown over his shoulders and the sheets pooled around his waist. 

He coughs once, twice, his shoulders shuddering as he braces himself against the onslaught, aching ribs screaming, and tips his gaze upwards to the mirror. He’s heard the rumours thrown about because of his choice to move it closer, his recent habit of studying the nearest polished surface, the whispers of vanity and the louder cackles of debauchery, but he ignores them as best he can and his students take care of the rest.

Shen Qingqiu glares back at him, his green eyes acidic, burning through Shen Yuan’s skull. To one side, the System box flickers, the edges fragmenting into bleeding pixels before it stabilises into the current active quest.

‘Bless you, bless me, bless us. 

Get better soon!

Reward: 5 B-Points.’

Minimal risk, minimal reward, and an answer to the age old question of what it would look like if a computer picked up an actual virus. 

Shen Yuan picks at the edge of the sheet, drawing it further over his thighs as he folds his feet beneath the fall of it. The day is promising to be mild, the sun burning through the low lying cloud cover of morning, and it didn’t matter because Shen Yuan is not leaving this bed. One of the windows is cracked, a thin breeze winding across the floor and disturbing the latent scent of sickness and self-pity. 

“Just a cold,” Shen Yuan rasps, scuffing the heel of his palm against his cheek, shoving his hair back from his face. His fingers catch on a tangle, a spike of dull pain shooting over his skull, and he just tugs his fingers free rather than try and extract himself. “A Without-A-Cure flare-up into a cold.”

Shen Qingqiu leans forwards, one hand extended to brace himself against the side of the mirror. He looks as exhausted as Shen Yuan feels, every moment of interrupted sleep staining beneath his eyes, his mouth drawn into a snarl that feels like it had been sewn into place. His other hand knots at the hollow of his throat, drawing the robes closed. His voice is a scratch, run ragged and bleeding already. “You should have let him die. Why did you save the brat?”

“He’s important. They all are, your students.”

Shen Qingqiu moves closer, his gaze burning, anger running so close to embers that it can only glow and spit. “And who are you to make that judgement, demon? You who stole my body and trapped this master like this.”

Shen Yuan tips his face upwards with a groan, layering his hands over his eyes. “I didn’t choose this, I’m just trying to survive. Saving Binghe—“

Shen Qingqiu snarls, near animalistic, and Shen Yuan flinches, jerking back to face the other man and  answering him with a scowl of his own as he continues, “Saving Binghe, I panicked. This humble student begs for his master’s forgiveness.”

“You have killed me,” Shen Qingqiu says. 

Looking closer, there isn’t just anger splashed across Shen Qingqiu’s features. It is the easiest to spot, thin face bruised with patches of mottled red high on his cheeks, across the bridge of his nose, his teeth bared in a fatalistic grin, but beneath it, his eyes are wide, his pupils shrunken to a frantic pinpoint of fear. It’s the same way an animal caught in a trap is driven to chew off its own leg, and Shen Yuan wants to soften the damage he’s done, something in his chest twisting and tearing open.

“Please, this student knows he made a grievous error, but this isn’t fatal. We won’t die like this.”

If Shen Yuan succeeds, they won’t die like he knows they will either. 

Shen Qingqiu’s voice flattens, barely louder than an exhalation in the void between them. “Maybe it would be better if we did.”

Shen Yuan rises from the bed, kicking his feet free of the blankets tangled around his limbs. His head spins, a distant ringing in his ears as he walks, stumbles towards the mirror to kneel in front of it. His movement isn’t graceful, his limbs are leaden, his breath a rough wheeze against his ribs, and he leans forwards, pressing his forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. 

“I’m sorry, I beg your forgiveness.” His words fog the surface of the mirror, concealing Shen Qinqiu’s answering expression behind it. “I’m sorry.”

“Xiao-Jiu?“ Careful footsteps as Yue Qingyuan makes his way into the room, skirting the delicate edge of the boundary Shen Qingqiu had drawn countless times. ”Oh!”

Shen Qingqiu snaps, his voice muffled and thick. “Don’t— don’t call this master that.”

Shen Yuan echoes him, softer. He’s so tired. He just needs to rest for a moment, then he’ll be okay. Just a moment. Just a—

[annoyinglilbro]

Big brother goes to punch you in the arm because he thinks it’s cute when you cry and whine at him but you moved to look at him and he nailed you in the jaw and “oh shit oh shit oh shit I’m sorry, fuck. shit! Why did you move??”

Panicked, he’s clasped your head with both hands and feeling you for damage. It’s already red, there’s going to be bruising “fuck fuck your can’t tell mom okay?” It’s weird to see him being nice but you guess the shock knocked him into it? It hurts pretty bad and you can feel blood in your mouth but you’re immediately distracted by how nice his calloused palms feel against your cheeks and you lean into them, still dazed. “Are you listening to me? You can’t tell mom—is that blood in your mouth??”

His fingers are suddenly in your mouth, feeling for loose teeth, a cut tongue—finding nothing. Sighing in relief he finally relaxes, now taking in the vision in front of him. You, head tilted to press your cheek into his hand with hazy eyes (hearts practically in them) and mouth open invitingly around your fingers.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 guys this is my favorite prompt please I’ve reread it so many Times and my stomach did the thing, the flip thing ffffffff

Blood pooling out of my mouth and around his fingers, dripping down my lips and chin but face is flushed red and eyes half lidded. His gentle touch is something so different, not anything I’m used to and now that I’ve had it i need more of it.

Noticing the way he stills, and grabbing his wrist before he can pull his fingers away. Sucking on his fingers and moaning around them, not paying attention to the way his eyes widen and he sputters.

“Dude…what the fuck?” He spits out, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. No he pressed his fingers deeper in my mouth, poking at my gag reflex. “You’re real fucking weird, ya know that?”

His other hand Is adjusting himself in his jeans, he’s hard and we both know it. His mind is filled with images of his little brother gagging on his cock instead, face still bruised and bloody and that shouldn’t get him so excited but fuck, it does.

Whining when he pulls his fingers out, wiping the excess blood off on my shirt. His thumb rubbing against my cheek before he pushes our lips together, blood seeping onto his lips now and smearing on his face.

“Fuck…you really really can’t tell mom about this, okay? I mean it. I’m so serious right now, just keep your fucking mouth shut, okay?”

Still lightheaded and heart eyed, nodding and leaning back in for more kisses. The split on my lip stings, but the taste of my brothers tongue in my mouth dulls the ache.

[bronx-bomber87]

Good Evening amazing fandom :) This was very light Chenford wise. And I'm ok with that when the main SL is really solid like last week was. Now Nyla's stuff was good. That new serial killer made my skin crawl. Could go without FBI guys being involved but get why they are. Mainly a Bailey/Balian heavy ep. Which I knew we'd have at some point given the finale.

I mean that with zero offense to anyone who loves her character or this ship. You should have eps around your favs. It's an ensemble cast after all. How it should be. They are just not my cup of tea is all. So this impressions will be shorter than usual due to that. Looks like next week will more than make up for that. Let us dive into what we did get shall we?

7x05 Till Death

This was a really smart move on Lucy's part. Going to his high school counselor. No better place to get the truth on this kid than her. She’ll have good insight. Like Tim said last week, Lucy isn't satisfied with the answer she got. This is proof of that heh I love her for it. We all know our girl isn't one to quit. Tim's answer last week did little to assuage her worry. So here we are at Ridley's H.S.

This scene explains that outfit now too. I remember people thought her being a detective was the reason. When her tik-tok came out with it the buzz about that was unreal haha But sadly tis not the case. Not disappointed with her being a T.O. at all though. Just remember the excited theorizing about it. We had nothing to go off of. So we dined on the crumbs we got for months LOL

Lucy making Seth cough up all his BS is fantastic. That’s my girl. I absolutely loved that she didn’t let him get away with it, not even for a second. She not only forced him to admit he lied, but also made him reveal the real truth behind it. I wanted to sucker punch him as he spoke. So many lies. Holy shit. They just compound when you do that my man. His reasoning is crap like I expected it to be.

That he uses half truths to get out of trouble. That's not great reasoning to explain what you've done.... It's pretty awful reasoning tbh. Also the thing is he’s lied so much now I can’t even trust that's even true. Idk how Lucy can. It's written all over her face how over his bullshit she is. Said this before she's a ten but real bad at hiding her feelings.

She is wearing them all over her sleeve this entire scene. No way he didn't sense her annoyance. Or how very done she is with him and his excuses. I mean I don't blame her. How can she train this kid without ever trusting what comes out of his mouth? Literally could lie at any given moment. Really dug himself a hole. Lucy looks so frustrated and upset. I hate this. Doesn’t even know what she wants to do with him....

Oh my Timothy, that’s quite the description of what a relationship is my love. It's almost like he has first hand experience what a healthy relationship looks like... We all know that's what he had with Lucy till he destroyed it. *sigh* He’s just a grumpasaurus cause he’s post-Lucy. He lost his constant sunshine person that made him softer.

It was self inflicted as we all know. That doesn't meant it isn't still having lasting ramifications for him due to it. Also he had a bad experience with that whole thing. So the rant makes sense and is warranted. Luna even explains why Tim is that way. I do adore her. Always sunshine and light with her kindness towards Miles. Twas nice to see.

Lucy coming to find her person always makes me happy. Suspicions confirmed. So naturally she must go find hubby. I love his ‘Uh oh.’ When she closes the door. Lucy spewing all she has on Seth to him. Expecting him to to be just as outraged as she is. Disappointed when he isn’t more upset along with her. His logic is sound though. Even if they wanted to boot him it wouldn't be a easy sell with Grey.

A man who is SO stressed about the budget and their perception to the public atm. So I get what Tim is aiming at. Doesn't make it less crappy to deal with though. I have been there in my last job. Where morally I didn’t want to keep someone. But we were so understaffed they let them stay for just that reason. Even when I objected. I hated it sfm. Every fiber of my being loathed mentoring someone who didn't deserve to be there. So I empathize with Lucy so very much with this.

Tim ‘I bounce boots for breakfast.’ Bradford Lmao I’m dying. I mean no one calls out Tim like our girl. Hot damn. I do love her for it. But of course he’s turning this into a learning moment for her. Because it's Tim. Saying it’s on her to correct it. I mean he’s not wrong… But it’s agitating nonetheless. Since he hasn't lied officially it's a moral issue and not a legal one since its not work related.

Which beyond sucks. No two ways about it. Especially since Lucy has been a good teacher to him. He's taking advantage of that wholeheartedly. He wouldn't have made it past day one with Tim. But he sees Lucy's empathy and is exploiting it. *grumble* Her smile at the end with Tim isn't without a little flirty energy I will say. I will take my crumbs in a lighter episode for them.

Then immediately after Tim leaves the problem walks himself right in. I said this last ep, every time he opens his mouth I dislike him just a little bit more. He opens his mouth and I lose patience for him. I can't imagine being in Lucy's position with Seth. If the writers intention was to have me dislike this kid they're doing a masterful job. All I see is a little weasel not worthy of Lucy's time now.

I’m 100% with Lucy not trusting him. He’s gonna have to earn back her trust ten fold. If that's even possible. I would say he gets ten percent of it back and he has to earn the other ninety. That he's lucky he even gets ten. She crushes him when he uses the excuse it's stressful. Straight up OWNS his ass. We can see him panicking to get her back on his side. But that ship has sailed good sir. Not only has it but he is very aware of it.

Man when you have Lucy Chen giving up on you. It's bad my friend. Really all Lucy can do at this point is be a good leader to him. Only way to save herself when he flames out. It’s on Seth to ‘fly right’ as he put. Been there it sucks. Nothing worse than having your trust broken by someone you’re training. Because now everything is colored by that distrust. That empathy you once had has wained quite a bit if you have any left at all. Lucy did not get an easy first rookie. phew lord.

We come to the end of the episode and it's clear Lucy has sat on this the entire day. It is our girl after all. I do love that she keeps gravitating back to Tim. Makes my heart happy. Even though she is one to make the call she still needs him by her side. Friggin adore he doesn’t hesitate to go with her to Grey. I love it sfm. Goes from grumpy to supportive in a second when he realizes she needs him.

That she has a plan in action. That really she's come to him for support not advice this time. He doesn't blink before he's at her side. Not only that but not taking at shots at her decision. Wanting to give her all the confidence by backing it. (How very far we've come with that) Lucy is looking elated he’s coming with and supporting her.

I was thinking time to boot that little schmuck. I said couple eps ago I was kind of hoping he'd wash out. Then this happened. His "cancer" is back……He literally tipped his hand twice with her in this episode. Saying when he thinks he is in trouble he does half truths. That when he is panicked and stressed that's his go to. Then all of a sudden his cancer is back that same day. How very convenient of those lab results to show up right now.

Tim's face is everything LOL He is now over this dude himself. The look they share is top notch though. Silent communication at it's finest. How can she say no when he says his “cancer “ is back? And in front of Grey who has zero idea about her suspicions. This feels like a ploy to keep himself safe. He could feel Lucy turning on him.

Could sense the tide was turning against him in the worst way so he did this. I could be wrong but this feels pretty right. Lucy holds his fate in her hand. So what better way to stay afloat than to use cancer. She can't possibly fire him now can she? Ugh. This little shit being far more of a problem than ever expected. Holy cow. I honestly expected Miles to be more of the problem but here we are....Shall be interesting to see how the pans out.

Now let's talk about the most exciting that happened which was the promo after this ep LOL Other than the little Chenford we got this ep didn't do much for me. Other than anger me against Seth lol This was a just a fillery place holder to get to this one IMO. The description alone has me amped. "The Gala" It’s Valentine’s Day, and Lieutenant Grey gives Tim and Lucy an unromantic assignment, while John and Celina track down a missing girl. Later, the team sharpens up for a charity gala where multiple relationships come to a head." Hard to believe been a year since she got her necklace. I'm not crying you are.....

Now this promo had me wishing it was next week. The promo had me all jazzed this morning. Oh my lord. Genny is back! Also Tim looks soft as butter for her in that promo. Man is transparent af. Saying how good she looks in front of people? I did say continue being this way and he is following those instructions ha To say I am excited for next week is an understatement.

Thank you to all you glorious readers. You make all the effort I put into these worth it on the days where I'm tired af and assembling these. The likes, lovely comments and reblogs make my heart happy. So never can thank you all enough for the love. Shall see you next week in 7x06 :)

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Side notes-Non Chenford

Bailey sending notes to the hitman in secret. Yeah that’s not good for your marriage.....

Nice Texas has an a lovely lady at his side. Not so great she just showed up ha

PTSD for Nyla poor woman. Possible bad needle? Yikes…The stress that would give me my god.

Bailey got Jason killed holy hell....She pretty much just committed murder. She is an accessory to murder now. So that's fun for her. lol Also little anti climatic he just got offed after hunting her for months. I was more shocked he killed the girl than Jason tbh. But oh well. Least it's over early in the season.

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｅａｒｌｙ Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇｓ

•••

Genre: fluff, nsfw

Warnings: suggestive, smut (just a small amount)

Characters: Kakashi Hatake x femreader

Notes: this is my first time writing smut so..it might be bad.

•••

Kakashi wakes up to the early days of sun hitting his face and the sound of movement coming from further in the house. The smell of eggs and bacon waft through the air.

He turns to face your side of the bed and immediately notice the empty space where you should be. He lays still for a moment before sitting up and getting out of bed.

Clad only in his boxers Kakashi makes his way out to the kitchen. There he spots you cooking over the stove. The corners of his mouth twitch up at the sight before he moves closer to you, wrapping his toned arms around your waist and pulling you against him. And nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck his white hair tickling your chin he mumbles againt your skin.

“You left me…”

A light chuckle slips past your lips your eyes focusing on the sizziling food.

“Yeah and it wasn't easy”

Kakashi hums against your skin, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit as he leans more of his weight into you. begins to pepper a few light kisses across your neck and shoulder. You glance at him from the corner of your eye. Knowing what's he's going for, the corner of your lips twitching up.

“Im cooking Kakashi…”

He murmurs agaisnt your skin “I can see that”.

He gently turns you around to face him, his hands now resting lightly on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin occasionally tracing over the waistband of your underwear. His gaze locks onto yours, his ebony eyes darkened with desire and affection. Your hands instinctively rest against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. His touch is slow, teasing, his thumbs rubbing gentle patterns into your sides.

“The food’s going to burn,” you murmur, though your voice lacks any real protest. Kakashi reaches behind you turning the stove off his gaze not straying from yours. “… you're going to be eating a cold breakfast…”

Your boyfriend smirks slightly “I don't mind sweetheart” in one swift movement Kakashi lifts you up placing you onto the counter. You let out a soft gasp of surprise holding onto the edge of the marble to steady yourself. Kakashi lifts your (his) shirt now putting your bare chest on full view to him.

You feel you cheeks heat up a bit as your heartbeat quickens no matter how many times you've done this togther it always feels like the first. “Babe if we do this now you'll be late for meeting up with your students” Kakashi’s breath lightly fans over one of your nipples as he brings his face closer to you tit.

“They can wait.”

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Soft moans and slick sounds fill the otherwise silent apartment. The food on the stove long forgotten, Your fingers tangled in his soft white hair. Kakashi sucks on your clit while his two thick fingers thrust and curl in and out of you. Your breath hitches every time he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside your cunt. Having already ripped two orgasms from you the male seems to be hungry for more.

Another orgasam hits you as you cum again around his fingers moaning his name your legs involuntarily closing around him. After helping you come down from your high Kakashi stand his gaze meeting your teary one. He chuckles a bit before connecting your lips in an hungry kiss. Making you taste a bit of yourself.

You softly moan against him eventually he pulls away giving you both air. His hard cock bludging against his underwear and brushing against your inner thigh. A small whine slipping past your lips at the feeling. “Kakashi…I need you…I need to feel you..please” your hand moves down to free his erection but his hand suddenly grabbing your wrist stops you.

“I have to head out now sweetheart”

You let out a small huff on retaliation. “Already?” Kakashi nods brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Yes, I wouldn't want to keep my students waiting”. You give a small eye roll at his words. “You always have them waiting”.

Kakashi chuckles softly, his fingers lingering against your cheek for a moment before he pulls away. “You got me there,” he admits, his usual lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “But today, I figured I’d try to be a responsible sensei for once.”

You cross your arms, feigning a pout. “So I just get abandoned?”

He hums in thought, then leans down, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” he murmurs against your skin “ill give you what you want”

You sigh dramatically, but there’s no real frustration behind it. “You better.”

He rubs your hip a bit before taking a step back and walks off to get ready. You get off the counter putting back on your discarded underwear. And about ten minutes later Kakashi comes back out dressed in his ninja wear. He walks back closer to you speaking a bit teasingly. “Try not too miss me too much”

You cross your arms “I have other things to busy myself with” Kakashi lets out an amused hum slipping down his mask a little to reveal his lips before slipping a hand to the back of your head moving his face closer then connecting your lips again this time in a soft goodbye kiss.

Your breath catches for a moment as his lips move against yours, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment. His fingers weave gently into your hair, holding you there as if he doesn’t really want to leave.

When he finally pulls away, there’s a faint smirk on his face. “That should hold you over till I get back.”

You scoff lightly, though your heart is still fluttering. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

He chuckles, slipping his mask back up. “Only when it comes to you.”

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“Kakashi Sensei you're late again! How many times are you gonna pull this shtick?!”

“Yeah its getting old!”

Kakashi watches his students angrily yell at him about being late for the hundredth time and simply giving them another excuse his mind still lingering on you.

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