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nymphomatique · 7 months

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Thinking about reader getting rejected by some guy and she gets drunk and loser nerd miguel is there to comfort her and she is like "miggy you are so much better than him!!" (She won't admit she said that when she is sober) and she is crying and saying embarrassing stuff she likes about miguel while he is trying his best to comfort her. Things like "i actually think the glasses are so cute" "i love how smart you are, always so helpful" and it escalates into things like "i love sitting on your face and seeing the glasses fog up" "your dick is big for a nerd, i love sucking you off" etc. And Miguel is like 😳

she is finally here!! had a blast writing this one 🤭

cw: drunk reader, reader gets rejected and gets shitfaced, miguel being a sweetie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, erm like pantie sniffing? 😭 idk, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting (because why wouldn’t there be it’s me whose writing this), slightly drunk sex (can be considered dubcon), switch miguel??, undercover feelings if u squint🕺🏽i think that’s it lmk if i miss smt. and as usual, not proofread ❤️ enjoy my luvvies

wc: 3.0k

your head was pounding. but that’s to be expected with the excessive amount of alcohol in your system paired with the booming bass of whatever song was playing at whatever club you were at.

you felt so disoriented. at the beginning of the night, you wouldn’t have shown up if you had known what was going to happen. you came out tonight with your sorority friends because you had your sights set on hobie brown. tall, lanky, and fucking gorgeous. all night, you had done your best to push your tits up in your skimpy dress and sway your hips to the song that had been playing at the club to no avail. he left you alone, feeling high and dry to hook up with one of your friends instead. seeing him make out with her in the shared booth you had all pitched in for bad made you feel slightly insecure. was there something wrong with you? you had chosen not to dignify that question with a verbal answer but rather with shots of tequila, and that had been 4 shots ago.

your head was spinning, and you felt so so warm in the club. in this moment you found yourself thinking of one thing only, miguel. you hated yourself for it. and when a mysterious double shot of vodka had appeared in front of you, the bartender saying some guy had payed for them with you, you downed them no question. the burn in your throat quieting the burn in your mind. but only temporarily. you can’t stop thinking about him. his curly brown hair, his plump lips, his cut nose, his eyes, and those glasses he wears. you find yourself missing him in this moment, yearning for him to make you feel better. you’re ready to go home.

you push yourself away from the bar counter, and the push sends you reeling backwards and onto your ass with an “oof!”. with the strobe lights, loud music, and moving bodies, you were nothing in the sea of movement and stimulation on the floor. you figure the floor is your best option at regaining some sense of orientation, so you pull your phone out and order yourself an uber home to the best of your ability. through your hazy vision, you open your messages, scrolling through your contacts until you find the one you’re looking for, under the name ‘four eyes’. without thinking, your thumbs start moving, and you’re pressing send periodically.

you figure you’re done, and you brace yourself to get up and navigate through the sea of bodies ahead of the exit.

in his dorm at his desk, miguel sat quietly studying for his upcoming molecular biology quiz, when his phone starts to buzz.

my love <3

1:22 am. — r y awsje

1:22 am. — awake

1:22 am. — my roon in 15

1:23 am. — pls

miguel looks at his phone, trying to decipher whatever gibberish you had been typing. he figures you mean to meet him at your dorm, a little escape between you two at this time of night wasn’t unusual, but never initiated like this. miguel bookmarks his page in his textbook before closing it, grabbing some water and ibuprofen with him before he makes his way to your dorm.

when he arrives, he sees you on the floor leaning against your door, barely awake. you perk up however at miguel’s footsteps, your eyes fluttering open and a small smile plastering across your face. “miguellll,” you exclaim, throwing your hands towards him. “dunno my room code. piggy back me!” you giggle, rather loudly at that. miguel smiles a bit, walking over briskly to shush you. “okay baby, but you gotta be quiet, yeah?” he smiles, taking you in so.. free. happy.

a smile graces your lips, eyes hazy and blinking, hair messy and unkept like the clothes you wore, but to miguel you were as beautiful as ever, even at your most unguarded. he watches you with a smile, knowing this will be the last time for a good while he’s going to see you like this. he kneels, placing an arm at your back, scooping under you arms, the other arm at the back of your knees. with a swiftness, he steps back up with you in his harms with no sweat, and as drunk as you are damn do you find it hot. your face burries itself in miguel’s pectoral, covered by his soft grey sweater.

you breathe him in quietly as your head the buttons to your room door beep and your handle twist somewhere distant. all you can think about is miguel. as drunk as you were, your eyes would always find the time to focus on him. the way butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw him walk towards you in his plaid pyjama pants and his loose sweater, glasses atop his head. he looked tired as ever, probably busy studying quantum mechanics or something. yet, here you were in his string arms. miguel, miguel, miguel. you look up at him as he walks you to your bed, and you catch a look at his resting face. he naw tense and sharp, lips pursed, brows bushy and furrowed, his brown eyes sharp and attentive. you’ve never seen him like this. you like seeing him like this. your hand creeps up to his jaw, tracing the muscle and vein, in brief brushes as miguel finally sets you down on your bed.

you’re sat with your back parallel to the wall the length of your bed sits along, head leaning back and reeling in the coolness of the painted wall.

“you enjoy yourself back there?” he teases, smiling softly at you, beginning to undo your necklace clasp. you smile sheepishly, feeling warm and embarrassed you let yourself get caught staring and touching him like that. “s’okay. you know i love it when you touch me.”

and there it is. the sharpness and the bite in miguel that you’re not used to seeing, the miguel who makes your stomach burn with a look, makes your chest pound by saying things like ‘i love it when you touch me.’ he’s long gone from your neck, his nimble fingers at your wrists, unclamping your bracelets and slipping off your rings, placing an occasional kiss on your knuckles. and you sit in silence as he takes care of you, stripping you ever so slightly more bare than you were before, not just physically.

you watch and see the attentiveness in his moved, how he’s careful with you. he moves to take your shoes off next, kneeling as he does so. the begins to unbuckle one strap of your heel, focus built in his face as he does so. he pulls your shoe off, massages your foot, up to your ankle, up to your calf, stopping right as the burning you feel on your skin begins to pick up. you break the comfortable silence with the whisper of his name from your lips.

“yes, my love?” he hums, rubbing soft circles in your calves.

“you’re so good to me. make me really happy,” you murmur.

“yeah? you make me happy too.”

“not just that,” you begin, perking up a bit from your slumped posture. “you’re really smart. makes you really attractive.”

he keeps rubbing soft circles into your supple skin, but this time he’s looking up at you, a slight redness to his cheeks. adorable.

“you’re big n’strong too. carryin’ me like that to my bed,” you giggle. you lean forward, your face a few inches closer to miguel’s. “made my pussy fuckin’ wet,” you whisper at him, leaning back against the wall to watch him, a stunned look on his face. “my other shoes not gonna take itself off.”

miguel doesn’t let your comment phase him, at least beyond the physical sense, as he moves to take your other shoe off. and he repeats. unbuckle, massage, foot, ankle, calf, thigh- thigh? you watch miguel quietly, his hands rubbing and kneading into the meat of your lower thigh. higher and higher his hands creep, until they’re sitting right below the rolled-up hem of your dress. miguel looks up at you, waiting for a sign, an order. wordlessly, you let your legs spread apart.

miguel takes heed of your cue, and his hands gently trail up your thigh and split at its junction, each of his large hands latched onto your hips. he abruptly pulls you forward, and you let out a small squeak. miguel pays you no mind, his eyes on the prize present between your legs. he burries his strong nose into your clothed vagina, rubbing at your clit a bit and he inhales, moaning at the smell. your stomach tightens a bit and you feel both embarrassed and aroused at his display.

“smell as good as you taste.”

you bite your lip and snake your hand up to the thick head of hair in between your legs, pushing him closer to your panty covered wetness. “quit teasin’ me, you breathe out, miguel’s strong nose prodding at your clit. at your expression he moves to lick a stripe up your pussy, licking up the taste of you from your soaked underwear. you let out a soft exhale, feeling sated at the kitten licks miguel gives you. he trails up your clothed wetness once more, and moves the gusset of your panty to the side, exposing you to him.

ever anxious, you hold in a breath, ready and waiting for miguel. after a beat he finally places his mouth on you, delving between your folds and training up between them to reach your clit, which he sucks into his mouth hard. you can’t help but let out a moan, praising him for his work. “f-feels so good, migs. keep goin’ for me.”

and he does, licking and sucking and thrusting up into you until you’re writhing writhin his grasp and you find yourself on the cusp of your orgasm. that is until he pulls away. he’s sat on his haunches, mouth wet and face flushed, lust heavy in his eyes at he looks at you.

“please, mistress, can i make you feel good?”

you lean forward and grab him by his sweater collar, pulling him up to your bed, his face inches from yours. your lips ghost his as you whisper, “you always make me feel good.” you pull him in for a kiss, your lips hot and heavy against miguel’s, swirling your tongues between each others. when you feel void of breath, you break up the kiss, taking a moment to look at miguel until you push him back against the bed, throwing your leg over his hips so that you were straddling him.

“wanna know something else?” you begin, leaning your head down to kiss his cheek. “you always make me cum. with that big dick of yours.” you grind your hips against his, feeling him throb against your pussy even through his sweats. “you always make me cum, even make me wet the bed and squirt. no other man has done that to me.” you continue kissing and suckung his neck, being sure to leave the unmistakable mark of hickeys down his jugular.

miguel moans, his arms tensing and hips jerking up at the sensation and you giggle a bit. “want you to fuck me and make me cum with that dick of yours. hard.” you leave him with your words as you get off him, stumbling a bit, the remaining alcohol in your blood making itself present. you watch miguel, still laying against your bed and you strip for him. you pull your tight dress up and over your head, shimmying it off you until you’re only in your panties. you wore no bra.

at the sight, miguel gulps and raises off the bed, ridding himself of his pants and sweater in record time, until he’s naked in front of you. you peel your panties off of you, throwing them at miguel’s face as you walk over to him and push him back into the position the two of you were in once more. you’re sat on top of miguel’s hard length, laughing at his eyes peeking through the gusset of your lacy underwear. “bet you like havin’ my panties on your face,” you tease, running your hands up his chest, ghosting his hard nipples. he lets out a sharp inhale and you roll your eyes, grabbing your underwear off of miguel’s face. “open,” you command, and his jaw unhinges without a spare moment. you ball up the lace fabric in your hands and shove it in his mouth, biting your lip at seeing miguel like this.

“you’re so fucking sexy, especially now that you can’t talk.”

you decide you’re done teasing, ready to finally satisfy yourself, and you lift you hips up. “put it in yourself,” you tell miguel, and a muffled sigh comes out of his mouth as he grabs his cock, aligning it with your wetness. miguel’s eyes close and his hips jerk up, his fat tipping pushing through you. miguel grabs your hips, squeezing and his keeps going, pushing the entirety of his length within you. you moan, the stretch burning so good along with the slight rush of liquor running through you. you feel hot and lightheaded, and good. so good. when miguel is fully sheathed in you, you don’t give him a moments rest before you plant your hands on his soft pecks and push your hips up to slam them back down.

miguel let’s out muffled curses, and your breaths become to come out faster and shorter as your hips keeping going up and down. “fuckin’ love this cock. s’all mine. don’t ever wanna share you,” you moan out. miguel’s feet plant into your bed and he matches your thrusts, his hands pulling your hips down as he thrusts up into you, causing you to squeal. he’s hitting you deep and hard and you don’t know how long you can take it like this. in the midst of it all, one of miguel’s hands leave your hips to make its way to your clit, rubbing your swollen bud. your body tenses and shakes, and your feel your orgasm build itself up quickly.

“g-gonna cum,” you moan out, looking at miguel. you already find him looking at you, his face in utter ecstasy. your underwear in his mouth is darkened from his saliva, his forehead covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hair strewn across your sheets. he makes your stomach clench, and you feel yourself shake from your orgasm. miguel doesn’t let up, he’s still fucking you and prodding your clit. he’s determined to make you squirt, just like you told him to.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, i’m- ah!” you babble, your brain beginning to fog. your first orgasm doesn’t even let up when you feel a second one hit you, and a groan leave miguel at you tightening and leaking around him. “h-hurts to good, please don’t stop baby please please please.”

he has you begging, the pleasure feeling too much. he’s still not done yet, his determination to make you squirt keeping him going. he flips you both, so that you’re laying against the bed, with him kneeling above you. you’re in such a deep haze that you don’t even realize until you hear miguel speak. he took your panties out of his mouth.

“gonna soak me? i need it, baby. you can do it, huh?” you hear him in your ear. your legs are over his shoulders and he’s pistoning into you and you just can’t. your head falls to the side when you feel a pressure build in your abdomen and you think you did it. liquid spurts from you, soaking you sheets and miguel’s stomach, and he lets out the deepest groan at the feeling. he’s still fucking you, hard thrusts and skin slapping. you feel light and you don’t know how much more you can take until miguel comes, and your hand weakly pushes at his stomach.

“move your hand, baby.”

you moan, the overstimulation becoming too much, and miguel assures you he’s close, almost there baby, hold on for me, yeah? and you do, you hold on even though you feel like his dick is in your throat and you’re gonna pass out if he keeps fucking you like this. you swear your prayers are answered when his thrusts slow, his moaning becoming erratic and loud.

“fuck baby, m’cumming. so good for me, mommy, so fuckin’ good.”

his warm seed fills you up and his thrust still, your back arches at the feeling and a small stream of liquid gushes from you again with a heavy moan. “fuck baby, you still squirting f’me” miguel groans. he pulls out of you slowly, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. when he’s finally removed from yoh, you close your eyes, feeling a kiss to your forehead and sleep pulling a cover over you.

the next morning, you wake up with a blistering headache and a soreness to your body that just pisses you off, more than the sun peeking through your blinds. you groan as you get up, your sheets falling off of you and you see you’re in a grey sweater. huh.

you turn to your bedside table and see that it’s 10:37 am, with a glass of water and two white pills next to it. you reach for them when you hear your room door open, and none other than miguel o’hara enters your room. he greets you with a smile and you scowl at him, noticing the bag of fast food in his hands.

“brought breakfast for you. thought you would, um, be hungry.” he says. you look at him, the scowl leaving your face, and you feel the itchings of a smile poking at your face. if miguel notices, he doesn’t say anything, but he drops the fast food bag on your bed and kisses your forehead, before he disappears off into your bathroom somewhere.

you fucking can’t stand him.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel atsv smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x y/n #sub miguel o'hara #<nerd!miguel3 #you’ve got mail 💌

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moonlitnyx · 3 months

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"𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝙀 𝙈𝙔…𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙀? 🥹"

How do you celebrate Valentine's Day with your boyfriends?

ft. AVENTURINE, VERITAS RATIO, ARGENTI x GN Reader

content. SWF, very much fluff!! Reader's in a relationship with the characters, No confessions just how they spoil you during Valentines Day, :> Ratio is mentioned as Veritas because how am i suppose to write "Dr. Ratio" with a straight face

notes. Can u tell im single because of how im writing fanfic for fictional characters on Valentines day? 🤡 Wish i could've added Sunday but I want to get to know his character better before writing him <33 my pookie <33

ft. AVENTURINE

When it comes to Valentine's Day, Aventurine can be a bit excessive...

It's not like you don't appreciate the gifts that he gives you, but the prices always make your jaw drop. What do you mean he got you 20,000 credits worth of roses just for you? They don't even look that special to begin with!

And don't even get started on all the cheesy things he do for you. The amount of chocolate he gets you, or when he takes millions of pictures with you with his "professional photographer" and pick the worst photo of you to put in his wallet is just one of the million things he does that day.

"Aventurine!" You whine, trying to pry out the photo of yourself and him out of his gloved hand. "Your not seriously planning on using that photo!"

Aventurine cocks his head, feigning innocence as he asks sweetly, "What's wrong with it, babe? I think it looks cute!"

"CUTE? I look like I'm about to sneeze!" Your baffled expression makes Aventurine laugh, his hypnotic amethyst eyes twinkling with amusement.

"That's what makes it cute." Aventurine giggles as you make a face.

ft. VERITAS RATIO

Honestly, the first time you celebrate Valentines Day you tried, and damn did you try, to Veritas to enjoy the holiday

You had taken him to a carnival and had even won him a huge teddy bear, taken him to dinner, bought him roses, (tried) to feed him chocolate. But he was tougher to crack than an oyster

However, he was nice enough to give you a perfectly scripted thank-you note, giving his gratitude for the stuffed teddy that you got for him. (You saved that note in your drawer, cherishing it like a sacred tome)

"Soooo," You grin, eyes alight as you giggle. "has this movie effectively swoon you over with the power of love?" In your hand dangled the remote for the T.V, as you lounged on the couch next to Veritas.

"Get that silly grin off your face." Pink eyes glared at yours with annoyance. "Sometimes I even wonder why I'm dating an imbecile such as yourself."

"Oh c'mon! I thought I saw a glimmer of a teardrop in your eyes when we were reaching the end of the film." You fold your arms across your chest, a slight pout on your face as you lean into him.

Veritas rolled his eyes, but a fond smile played on his face as he saw you pout, squeezing your cheeks as he mused, "It was amateur, at best."

ft. ARGENTI

Bro goes above and beyond when it comes to Valentine's Day, like seriously! He picks you roses, makes you your favorite meals, composes sonnets, and even though his actions make you roll your eyes, it also makes your cheeks heat up.

He's sweet, always trying to make you feel loved, and thats why you want to make him loved too on Valentine's Day. He's always so self-sacrificing that sometimes he doesn't care much for himself.

"I-I got you a gift!" Your face is heating up, your hands warm and clammy as you produce a box of chocolates out of your bag and presenting it to the red-haired man.

"Y'know, I'm very glad that we're dating...because your the best thing that happened to me! And I just wanted you to know how appreciated you make me feel and-" You stop as you watch Argenti's pale face flush red, green eyes filled with fondness.

"I made it myself, so it might not be the best, so if tastes weird just throw it out!" You began again, but Argenti cuts you off.

"No, no, it's perfect." A warm smile graces his face, lips curling at the corners as he stares at the box. "The thought of you spending so much time on me makes my heart almost burst."

©moonlitnyx. do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 1 year

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So Pretty | Bang Chan

Summary: you give Channie the love he deserves

Notes: Channie's recent live has given me sad hours and I want you all to imagine what it would be like if bang chan could receive the love and affection he absolutely needs and deserves

Warnings: none, other than the fact it's too short:(

"You are so pretty," you coo to your lover. You adjusted your position on the couch so you could lean over, cupping his cheeks between your palms and squishing them together gently.

Chan's eyelashes fluttered closed as your lips pressed soft kisses to the eyelids. "You're the beautiful one in this relationship," he mumbles.

"Hmm, while I can certainly take a compliment, you also have to learn to accept my opinion. And that is: you are the most beautiful person to ever exist."

Chan giggles at your confession, finding the embarrassment to be too overwhelming. "What are you even saying?"

He opened his doe eyes to look at you, a little sparkle flaring in them as he caught the genuine love in your eyes. You smiled sweetly, placing another peck to his face. "As you know, I'm never wrong. So I couldn't possibly be wrong about this either."

Your lover couldn't fight you anymore. He knew better than to let the moment get pushed into a deeper conversation, potentially ruining the happy mood you intentionally set for him. Instead, he watched you carefully tuck tendrils of his hair away, enjoying the way you looked at him. Your smile always made his heart light up like the starry sky.

Chan dipped his hands down to grip your waist, tugging you into his lap to hold you properly. He watched you adjust comfortably, thighs on both of his hips. He rested his hands on yours before leaning down to lay his head on you shoulder.

"Tell me I'm pretty again," he mutters quietly, eyes closing to peacefully listen to your voice.

You play with the strands of his hair softly. "You're so pretty," you whisper, humming afterwards. "So, so pretty. I could stare at you all day long. The many different shades of brown your eyes can have when they glisten in the sun. The shape of your eyebrows," you paused your words as you thought about it.

Chan let out a short laugh. "My eyebrows?"

You nod. "Yes. Your right eyebrow sticks straight up after a really good nap! But the minute I go to smooth it out, it stands right back up. And yet, it's such a handsome feature. Because it's you all natural."

Chan hums softly, truly listening and hanging onto your every word. He never thought he could hear someone compliment him and accept it. Chan found himself compelled to believe your words, despite his own internal differences.

"I love your lips, and how you've learned to tilt your head for cute pictures because your smile curls more to one side. It just fills my heart with butterflies seeing you smiling so prettily for me. I love your curly hair the most out of all the styles, no matter how unruly it may get. The soft way it lays on the top but goes crazy on the sides, practically begging for me to play with it!"

The laughter bubbling between the two of you forced him to pull away. Chan looks into your eyes to ground himself again, his lips curling into that smile you loved. "You are so charming with words."

"I wasn't done-"

"It's fine!" He cuts off quickly, hand covering your mouth. "I'm fine. I love you, and I appreciate your words. I appreciate you."

"But?" You press, finding a mischievous glint behind his eyes as you remove his hand.

"But....I need a shower. My hair needs to be washed, actually."

"Curly Chan?!" You gasped.

He nods. "Curly Chan. Please order some food because we are about to have a long night in." With a wink, your lover set you back onto the couch and ran for your shared bedroom, swiftly closing the door behind him.

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luveline · 9 months

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hi i just got a haircut and feel very cute :) can i request r getting a haircut and the bau team fawning over it (with derek or spencer it’s up to you)

ty for ur request! this ended up being reader x the whole team, but heavily derek, and more subtly spencer !! fem!reader

cw readers hair was longer, and is now short

You take a deep, slow breath before you open the door that leads to the office. The first thing you see is Derek, to your horror, perched like he's waiting for you on the lip of his desk.

Hotch must have known the agony with which you'd be subjected sitting across from someone like Derekz and he did it anyway. Handsome, caring, flirtatious to a fault, it was a recipe for heartbreak in the making. You quite like your new haircut; if Derek or the others don't feel the same you'll be mortified.

You keep your head down as you walk to your desk. If you see Derek's expression, you'll lose all steam. You don't look up until you're close enough to smell his warm, understated cologne, raising a nervous hand to a button on your shirt.

"Hi, Morgan," you say.

"Oh, no, baby, we're on a first name basis," he says, raising his eyebrows at you. "Is this a joke?"

"Am I usually joking?" you ask weakly.

Derek shakes his head from side to side, crossing his arms over his chest, a ball of kinetic energy like the mere sight of you invigorates him. Safe to say he likes it, safer still when he brings a hand to his jaw and scrubs at it. "I don't even know what to say," he remarks, with all the intonation of a man disappointed.

He sighs tiredly and pulls his phone out of his pocket, hitting the first button on his speed dial. Within seconds he's been answered, the phone pressed to his ear. "Hey, babygirl. You better get to the bullpen stat. It's an emergency."

"Derek, you'll give her a heart attack!"

"Am I lying?" he asks.

"Let up, Morgan," Emily says, coming up behind you to squeeze your shoulders. "It looks amazing. When did this happen?"

"Why wasn't I informed?" Derek asks.

"Oh my god!" JJ cheer-whispers, a stack of case files in her arms as she approaches from her office. "You cut your hair! It looks so good, why didn't you say anything?"

"It was kind of a spur of the moment decision," you say, flushing from all the attention.

Derek's still pretending to be mad, though an undeniable appreciation lines his mouth. Frowny brows, poorly hidden grin.

"Spencer," Emily says, nudging a hyper-focused Spencer in the shoulder where he sits huddled at his desk.

Spencer looks up from his book and it promptly falls between his hands. He reaches down to grab it in a panic and smacks his forehead on the desk.

"Spence!" JJ yelps, rushing forward to help him. Her files slide out flat onto his desk as she pulls his head up. "Jesus, Spencer."

You're about to lend a hand when a familiar and bubbly voice shouts unashamedly across the bullpen. "Oh my god! Y/N? Y/N! Oh my god, you look so pretty!"

You spin on your heel to offer Penelope a thankful smile. "Pen, you said that before you even really saw it."

"I'm seeing it now, aren't I?" she asks, rushing forward in a cloud of curly blonde hair. The hot pink ruching on her corset top scratches your arms as she grabs you in a sideways hug. "We don't see you for a week and you cut all your hair off?"

"Hey– hey!" Derek says. "Don't act like this isn't the best thing to happen to this department since Prentiss joined. You were something else before," —Derek nods appreciatively, a low whistle escaping pursed lips— "but now? You better clear your schedule, baby. Me and you are going out."

"I think he's serious," Emily says, her jaw dropped.

You raise a hand to your eyes, completely overwhelmed by the chaos. "Is something wrong?" Hotch asks from the balcony, killing your stolen reprieve immediately. You look up to find him watching over you all with a boss brand of disapproval.

"Haircut," Penelope says nervously, pointing at your face.

Hotch visually notices your hair. His smile is genuine. "It looks nice," he says.

"Thank you, sir," you say, well and truly spent. In the best way possible, your team smothers you with love. If you'd known they'd react like this you would've cut your hair a long time ago.

Except for what it's done to poor Spencer, nursing a sizable red welt atop his eyebrows.

"You okay?" you ask, bending at the waist to smile at him apologetically.

The excitement must be getting to him too, his usually pale cheeks kissed by a rosy twinge. "I'm fine."

"Round table," Rossi suggests where he stands to Hotch's left, "before young Reid passes out."

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mydearesthrry · 10 months

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honeyed bliss - h.s.

a/n: hi! here’s another one. post hslot harry, and dadrry, which should be a warning in itself. enjoy!

🎀 warnings/cw: nothing, fluff, ITALYRRY AND DADRRY. im a wreck.

🐇 pairing: husband!dad!harry styles x fem!reader

💐 wc: 800

“Babe, can you come here? I need to tan, but I can't get the tanning lotion on my back.” Y/N shouted sweetly to her husband, voice soft as she turned on her tummy.

“Yeah m’love, give me two seconds. ‘M cutting up some watermelon for Daisy.” He called back, standing at the drink bar, a knife in his hand as he watched his daughter toddle around in the small area that he stood in. Daisy knocked on the doors that were in the square, knocking on the door to exit as she babbled quietly to herself.

“Mumma, want mama,” Daisy pouted, perking up when she heard her moms voice. She stumbled a bit when she turned around to look at her dad with pleading puppy dog eyes, her axis of gravity not perfect quite yet.

“Oh, y’want mama, baby? Okay, let’s get y’to mama.” Harry plucked her up off the ground and hiked her up onto his hip, scooping a couple blocks of watermelon into a yellow bowl. Harry pushed open the door to the drink bar, walking over to his wife who was laying down on a beach chair. His wife turned onto her side, reaching out for her baby who was already squirming in her dads arms.

“Hi baby! You wanna come lay down with mama? Wanna sunbathe?” Y/N turned on her mom voice, babying her daughter.

“Mama, mama, mama,” Daisy giggled, patting her mom’s face, a wide smile on her face, looking almost identical to Harry down to the dimples.

“God, H. I can’t believe I birthed her, held her in my stomach for months, the whole nine yards, and she just looks exactly like you. Like, not even an inch of me in here. She’s got her Daddy’s curly hair, pretty green eyes, and cute little dimples… Don’t you, Dais?” She smiled, turning onto her back to place her baby on her thighs, Daisy’s head coming up to rest on her knees, her legs laying on her torso.

“Guess so, m’love, but don’t worry, she still loves her Mumma waaaay more than her Daddy.” Harry comments, munching on watermelon on the beach chair next to you. She turns her head to him and raises an eyebrow, and he smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he scratches his nose awkwardly. “I didn't mean that.”

“Good, y’know she loves you just as much as she loves me.” She gave him a stern look, and he could see her eyes through her sunglasses.

“Yeah, I know. Bad joke, didn’t land. Tough crowd, eh?” He smiled sheepishly.

“Mmm, guess comedy isn’t for you, hm? Better stick to singing, pretty boy.” Y/N muttered before bringing her baby up to her chest, pressing small butterfly kisses to her head.

“M’sweet girls, prettiest girls ever,” Harry grins, pulling your phone from underneath the throw pillow your head was resting on, snapping a few precious pictures. “Can’t believe ‘M so lucky.”

Twisting his back to look behind him, he reached out to switch the bowl of watermelon for the camcorder, turning it on and recording his wife and daughter, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Today is July 26, 2023, a couple of days after the final Love On Tour show, and we’ve just gotten home to the Styles Villa in the Amalfi Coast of Italy. Here we have Mama and baby bunny in their most rawest forms,” Harry narrated, a grin on his face when he heard a sweet giggle emit from his wife’s chest. “Baby bunny’s sporting a cute swim set gifted to her from her favorite uncle, Uncle Alessandro, and Mama’s wearing a Gucci swim set as well, looking as beautiful as ever with the most beautiful and glowy skin-”

“H, shut up!” She guffaws, placing an embarrassed hand on her face. “Dais is gonna watch these one day and be scarred by the way you’re talking about me.”

Harry turns the camera so it’s on his face, “Little Daisy, if you’re watching these right now in the future, never settle for less than how I treat Mama. Y’deserve to be treated like a queen, m’soul, never ever settle for less.”

He flips the camera around again to face his girls, catching a tail end of YN’s eyeroll on camera. “Yes, sweet girl. I agree with Daddy, never settle for less.” She places more sweet kisses on Daisy’s head, cooing with Harry when a soft snore leaves their baby’s lips.

“Well, since y’asleep now, I think that’s a good place to leave it. We love you, Daisy. Byeeeee!” Harry waves, turning in his seat to have the camera face him and his small family. YN giggles and blows kisses, waving until Harry turns off the camera.

“We’ve got it good, Lovie.” He smiles, leaning forward to peck a kiss to her cheek, her temple, and then one on her lips, being cautious of the sleeping baby on her chest.

“Yes, we do.”

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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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(steddie | teen | wc: 388 | tags: modern au, platonic stobin, unsafe texting in the sense that you should be aware people can read what you text 👀 | @steddiemicrofic prompt 'pin')

>>Robs, is showering no longer a thing? Could I save hundreds of dollars and the planet by not wasting water on showers?<<

>>You're being dramatic. Also if you stop showering this friendship will be text and calls only, dingus.<<

>>I think the people on the Mayflower smelled better than the guy next to me.<<

>>Ever thought about just sitting someplace else?<<

>>What if the next person smells even worse?<<

>>STEVEN<<

>>Fine jeez<<

Pocketing his phone, Steve sighs and looks around the full compartment of the L train for a sitting neighbor who doesn't make him want to puke. Deciding that this is unbearable, he just walks over to the other end of the compartment and plops down next to a guy with headphones on, as far away from the offending odor as possible.

He can hear the faint sound of drums and guitar riffs from where he sits quite close to the other man. The guy smells nice, though, something light and slightly vanilla with a hint of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes. With another sigh, Steve feels the tension drain from his body.

>>I'm free!!!<<

>>I had no idea you were being held hostage. Or do you mean free from the crippling expectations society places on you as a white, middle class man from the Midwest?<<

>>You are so funny 🙄<<

>>I know. Better neighbor?<<

>>Yeah, he's fine. Probably damages his eardrums right now, but smells kinda nice.<<

>>Is he cute? 👀<<

Steve glances to the side to check out the guy. He's wearing a black tanktop with deep cuts down his side, showing off a plethora of tattoos on his pale skin. His hair is dark and curly, but Steve can't see much of his face from where he's sitting.

>>Can’t really say, too much hair. Lots of tattoos, though.<<

>>Oh, a bad boy, huh? 😏<<

>>🙄🙄🙄<<

Why did he have to tell Robin that when he was growing up, he always rooted for the bad guys in the movies?

>>This is your chance, Dingus. YOLO and all that.<<

>>What? Should I just say, 'Please pin me to a wall and ravage me?'<<

He's so engrossed in his conversation that the deep voice coming from his right startles him so much that he almost drops his phone.

"Oh, I'd love to do that, big boy."

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kaizdreamz · 8 months

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Okay but hear me out

Soft and intimate first time sex with Lyney

He has you on the bed, your back flush against the mattress and pillows

Hes going slow and deep with you, careful not to hurt or overwhelm you during both of your first times

Hes holding your hips with one hand while the other is lace with yours

And you're running your fingers through his hair telling him how good he's making you feel

Bassicly lyney would treat you like a princess during your first times 🥺

YES YES YES !! I AGREE YOU ARE SO CORRECT ANON !! RAAAHHH, PRAISE KINK! LYNEY,,, GAAH IMAGINE HOW SOFT HE WOULD BE WITH YOU LIKE HE'D MAKE YOU SO HAPPY AND FEEL SO LOVED,,

(I'm so sane for this man)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ " I've got you, Darling.. "

CW ;; praise kink lyney, soft smut, petnames (darling, sweetheart, baby, my love, etc.), fem terms for reader (princess, reader has breasts, reader is afab), kissing/nibbling, a bit of foreplay for plot, you and lyney are both virgins, established relationship, no protection (pls wear protection!!) !!

This one might be really long I'm sorry for that!!

sobs in 4.5k words

18+, MDNI — IF YOU CONTINUE READING, THATS ON YOU!

You wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck as he lifts you with ease. You hold yourself up with your legs on his hips, deepening the passionate kisses and swallowing all of his whines and gasps with every inch of your lips.

"You're so cute, Lyn," you mumble in-between the kisses, running your fingers through his— now, untied hair, the locks messy and curly.

He plops you onto the bed, his face flushed and his breathing uneven. "You look so pretty like this, my love." He whispers kissing your face.

"Mm.." you hum, he lays in-between your thighs, both of his arms at the sides of your head. "You did so good tonight, at the show. I'm so proud of you," you mumble, watching his body freeze and his ears flush red.

"R-Really?" He stammers, staring up at you with blush covering his entire face.

"Mhm, you did so so well." You coo, nuzzling your cheek against his.

"Ah..." he attempts to speak but if cut off by you catching his lips in a sweet kiss, before pulling away and kissing his chin, neck, and pressing a soft kiss on his adams apple.

"do you like it when I praise you?" You tease, running your hands through his blonde hair.

He can't seem to meet your eyes as if he was embarrassed to have his weakness exposed. You smile sweetly whispering sweet nothings in his ear before turning you both over so you're on his lap.

"Hey.. Lyney, uhm... do you think, we could try it tonight..?" You blush as you lean against his shoulder.

He thinks for a moment, brain still all fuzzy and warm from your teasing and praise a few seconds prior. "What do you— oh... you mean, like, trying.. it? Are you sure..?" He turns to face you, his cheeks flushed so red it could be mistaken for an apple.

"wait, you do know what I mean right? So we're on the same page..?" You ask, holding his hand. Your anxiety getting the better of you, and you give it a gentle squeeze.

"Darling.. do you want to make love?" He whispers, his violet eyes meeting your gentle ones. You can hear how nervous he is, how hard his heart is pounding.

You nod slowly, unsure how he would respond. If he said no, then you would never push the subject further. If he said yes... Heaven knows what could happen.

"I'm comfortable with it... Are you okay with it, my love?" He asked so sincerely, his voice filled with love.

"I'm okay with it, I just want you to be comfortable as well.." looking into his eyes and grasping his hand in your own.

"I trust you." He nudges his forehead against yours, feeling your heartbeat in your palm. Truth be told, he was nervous and almost scared. What if he didn't live to your expectations?

"I trust you too, Lyn." You press a sweet kiss onto his lips, your chest against his. He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat at that moment.

He wraps his arms around your hips and deepens the kiss. His tongue sliding against your bottom lip, you gasp and he takes that chance to enter your mouth. Your hands are at his face, your thumb rubbing his cheek and the other running through his hair. Lyney lifts you up and sets you down on the soft bed gently before continuing to kiss you. His hands at your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"Is it okay if I touch your skin..?" He gasps, in-between kisses. He can't seem to get enough, he patiently waits for your consent before continuing with anything.

"Yes," you nuzzle your face against his once more— like a cat. His hands slide under your shirt, the softness of your tummy against his calloused fingers is enough for his heart to explode.

"You're so beautiful, so pretty.." he whispers in your ear, kissing the shell ever so gently.

You gasp when you feel his hot breath against your ear, your heart pounds and you watch his every move. You meet his eyes as if he's asking for more consent, never wanting to overlook or overstep your boundaries. You give a soft nod as he lowers his face to your tummy, pressing gentle kisses to the skin, kissing up from your belly button to your abdomen before reaching up and kissing your lips.

"I'm sorry for asking so much.. is it safe for me to touch you? Further up..?" He asks, meeting your eyes again.

"It's okay, sweetheart.. don't apologize. Yes, it's safe..." you mumble as he cups your cheek with his hand and kisses your lips once more. He lowers his face and kisses up your abdomen to your chest, lifting your shirt higher. He makes sure that it's okay once again, looking for any sort of upset expressions or discomfort from you.

You run your hands through his hair, as if a way to melt away his anxieties and worries. You sit up and pull the shirt over your head, a bit with his help. He rests you back down to the soft mattress and pillows, your chest covered by your bra. You gulp nervously, worried that he would make fun of you, or judge you in some sort of way.

He takes a hold of your hand and presses a soft kiss on your palm. He smiles at you, "You're absolutely beautiful, honey. Please don't be afraid to tell me to stop, I want nothing more but for you to feel safe with me. Okay..?" He presses his nose against your own, as you nod slowly.

"I will, I'm.. just worried I won't be what you expected.." he hushes you with a kiss.

"Love, my sweet... and adorable Love." Lyney breathes against your lips, "you're so beautiful, so so pretty." He whispers, kissing you more. "My love, my Darling.. all mine,"

"I love you," you pull his face closer to yours.

His face alights with blush, holding your hip with one hand. He stares at you wide eyed, it wasn't the first time you have told him you loved him, of course. But Every time you did, he would be so stunned to respond it may take him a few minutes before he could squeak out a soft 'I love you too.' Before covering his face.

This time, his eyes only soften with adoration for you, and he leaned in. "I love you too," Lyney whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, he caresses your tummy and hips softly. Sitting up to slip off his own shirt, his heart skips as he feels a bit insecure.

Your hands find their way to his hips, partly exposed by his loose pants falling down a bit. You kiss the middle of his chest, rubbing your thumb against his skin lovingly. "Beautiful.." you whisper, nibbling his chest gently.

A wobbly whimper escapes his throat as you graze your teeth against his skin. He lowers his head, his eyes closed, his face flushed red— all because of you. You can practically hear his heart beating through his rib cage. Poor thing, probably has never had anything this intimate before. You cup his flushed cheek, pulling his face down to meet yours and you nibble his bottom lip gently.

A gasp emits from his throat, soft and breathy. He leans in to kiss you, his body seems to melt against your touches. "Such a good boy, all for me.." You mumble against his lips. You watch his expressions and how much your words affect him.

He whimpers, all of your sweet words go down directly to his cock. Strained against his boxers, leaking with precum. His breathing is uneven and his mind is fuzzy, he wants to go slow but you're making him insane.

You glance down and notice the tent in his pants, all of the sudden as if a switch went off, all of your teasing and confidence disappeared.

".. hey, um. Lyney?" You call, afraid to meet his eyes.

"mm?" He hums, his eyes fluttering open to meet your averted gaze. "..what's wrong?"

"will it— uhm. Will it hurt?" You mumble, your vague question has the gears in his brain turning. A soft gasp emits from the magician when he finally understands.

"Oh sweetheart... I don't think it'll hurt really bad, I'm not really sure what to expect. But if it hurts really bad just tell me to stop okay? Can you do that for me?" He brushes the hair out of your face, turning you to face him by your chin.

You nod, embarrassed slightly. "I will, I promise" you mumble, nuzzling his palm.

"Good girl" Lyney coos, "are you alright to continue?" He runs his hands through your hair, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

"Mhm."

"That's good, you're doing so well" he catches your lips in a sweet kiss.

He slides his hand over the soft plush of your tummy, kissing your neck and nibbling softly. Not enough to leave any marks, afraid to hurt you. You let out a soft moan when his teeth graze against that sensitive part of your neck. He pauses for a moment, tracing his steps and going back to that spot— watching intently of your reactions. He presses his lips onto it, you shiver. He makes a soft attempt to nibble it, you let out a soft whimper.

"Is it sensitive there?" He teases, smiling dearly.

"mhm,," you nod your head, your eyes meet his and you blush even more.

"So cute," is that he would've said, but instead he just went back to making you feel pleasant. Open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbones.

He looks at the remaining fabric on your upper body, unsure how to go about asking if it's okay to take it off. You get the hint and sit up to unclip it, he's a bit worried if it's okay to help.

"Lyney, can you see where the clip is?" You lean forward, your fingers blindly attempting to find the clip in the back. Lyney pulls you closer with the small of your back, your body flush to his as he attempts to help you.

"I got it," he unclips your bra, watching as it falls down your arms and you place it off the bed somewhere. Your breathing is deep and you're slightly nervous. You lean back but attempt to cover your chest out of embarrassment. "Hey," he coos gently in your ear. "If it's too much we can stop, okay?" He rubs your hip gently.

"I'm just— I'm okay! No one has ever seen me like this... I'm not used to it. It's embarrassing.." you mumble, your palms cover your face.

"I understand, I think you're beautiful. So so pretty, your body is so pretty. So gorgeous, too" he whispers, moving your hands from your face. He kisses your lips soft and quick.

You look at the man in front of you, trying to build up the courage to remove your arms from your chest. There's no rush, he only wants you to feel safe and comfortable with everything he's doing. He doesn't push you, only pressing kisses on your tummy and neck. You take a deep breath and move your arms and pull his face towards your own again, kissing his lips. Lyney smiles at your kiss, his eyes traveling down your body, meeting your breasts. His eyes widen a bit, and his chest inflates and deflates more deeply.

"You're so beautiful, is it okay for me to touch you?" He meets your eyes, you look so divine underneath him. You nod your head gently, putting your arms at the sides of your head.

He kisses the middle of your chest, he slowly trails his hand up your abdomen and watches your face as he cups your right breast in his hand. Your eyes flutter as he runs his thumb over your sensitive nipple, a soft gasp emitting from you. A dull ache in-between your thighs as he continues to rub and squeeze the soft plush on your chest.

"So pretty.." he presses a kiss onto your breast, trailing around and keeping eye contact with you as he presses a kiss on your nipple.

You let out a moan as you squirm, the ache turns into throbbing. "Lyney.." you moan his name, he gives your nipple a gentle lick. You run your hands through his hair, your face flushed red and your chest heaving.

"Yes, my princess?" He backs away from your nipple, meet your sweet eyes.

"It feels really good there," you mumble, almost tripping over your words. He keeps this in mind as he continues to lick and kiss your chest. Gently pinching and rubbing your erect nipples with his lips and fingers.

One of his hands are rubbing your tummy and hips, while the other and his mouth are playing with your pretty tits. Your eyes flutter close with every sensation, your whimpers are soft and his hands are warm and gentle. You arch your back slightly as he puts the erect flesh in his mouth, it almost catches him off guard but he met your eyes and saw how blissful you looked. No one has ever touched you, not like this. It made his heart flutter as he thought about it, he was your first. As you are his first, first true love, first girlfriend, first kiss... you were all of his firsts.

You make a strange noise, an attempt to speak. He stops all of his movements and leans back up to you, "are you okay?" He asked, his tone filled with worry.

You nod, hugging him close to you. Your chest squished against his, he has to hold back a moan. "Lyney, I... I wanna take this to the next level," your sweet innocent eyes meet his violet ones. His eyes widen and his face flushed at the thought. The tent in his pants, twitching slightly.

"Are you sure?" His voice is deep and sweet, with the nod of your head he straddles your hips, starting at your lips, kissing your neck, the valley in-between your pretty tits, all the way down to your tummy. His eyes flicker up to yours when he reaches your navel, he presses a long kiss as if asking for permission.

"it's... it's okay" you whisper, your chest heaves with every action he does.

"So good for me," he mumbles hotly against your skin. Pulling your loose pants down slowly, he kisses your panty line, marking your hips with his mouth. Your body feels like it's on fire, he's so close to that spot. Aching so sweetly for him.

He lifts your hips as he pulls your pants below your hips, past your thighs, all of way off. You're basically nude, your only piece of clothing left is your underwear, snug to your skin.

He kisses your hips, his fingers tugging on the waistband, you buck your hips as a silent way of telling him "yes". He bites the band, pulling it down with his teeth, as if that wasn't the hottest thing he could have ever done. He meets your eyes as he slides it off your hips and helping you kick it off.

"so fuckin' gorgeous..." he curses under his breath as he stares at your now nude body underneath him.

Your clit throbs as you close your thighs, embarrassment creeping up your skin. You feel fuzzy and warm all over, Lyney treats you so well.

"Sweet girl, I know.. it's embarrassing, do you want to continue?" He kisses you out of your thoughts, a soft 'yes' with a gentle nod is all that can emit from you. "You sure?" He asked again, rubbing his thumb on your hip.

You nod, meeting his eyes once again. He smiles gently as he takes his own pants off, leaving him in only his boxers. The tent much more noticeable, the fabric has a wet spot on it— but he doesn't pay it any mind, you're more important to him. Your pleasure and how good you're feeling is all he cares about.

he brushes his cheek against your thigh, pulling them apart. Your sex is wet, bright red, and your pretty clit is all swollen. You could've sworn he nearly moaned when he looked at your body completely. This time he doesn't say anything, his mouth agape— his breathing faint but heavy. His eyes flick to yours as if asking if he can touch you there. You nod shaky, opening your legs even more. Your clit throbs as he blows on to it, your body covered in goosebumps and your voice hitched.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss onto your navel, his thumb faintly rubbing your exposed clit. You let out a long moan, your eyes flutter almost completely closed. He smiles at your reactions, pulling your hips closer to him, he kisses down your hips to your thighs, licking a stripe from your upper thigh to your lower thigh. Surprising you with a kiss on your clit, a whimper escapes your throat.

"keep making those pretty noises for me, princess." He makes eye contact with you as he lowers his face to your pussy. Putting your clit in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth. Your hips buck and twitch and your hands go to your chest, you twist and rub your nipples as you moan and whimper his name.

he presses the pad of his finger against your entrance, awaiting your response. you nod your head with tears prickling your eyes, this is unlike any other feeling. not even the times when you touched yourself late at night to the thought of Lyney could compare to this feeling. he hums against your clit, and your hands fly to his hair, pushing him deeper- a gasp emits from his lips, and vibrates against your clit.

"Lyney, oh god..," you meet his wide eye expression, your hands buried in his blond hair. tugging gently on his scalp, he moans- he sounds so sweet muffled against your sex.

He presses his fingers against your entrance, one finger at a time to stretch you out. with how wet you are, he thinks it'll be easy to slip in and fill you up with his cock. your pleasure filled expressions and your whimpering and moans drive him to make you feel so good that you'll think of him for the next couple days. he pushes his finger inside of you, a grunt escapes his throat as he feels how tight you are, it goes directly to his cock. he looks up at you, your expression is needy and your eyes are on him, you are his audience and he'll put on the best performance he can for you.

he intertwines his free hand with yours, his tongue lapping all of your wetness. his finger thrusting in and out of you, soon enough he adds a second one and hears those delightful moans from your throat. you squeeze his hand and whimper his name so sweetly.

"L-Lyney,, it's so good.. you're doing so good.." you whimper, throwing your head back as he scissors his fingers in and out of your pussy.

he leans back, your wetness on his chin. "Yeah? My sweet love, you're doing so well for me." he coos, rubbing his thumb over your hand comfortingly.

you whimper as he speeds up, you feel that warmth pool in your tummy. you squeeze his hand and your body trembles, he smiles as he goes back down and licks your clit long and slow. he curls his fingers inside and he hits your sweet spot so lovingly, making your body wash over with pleasure and warmth, you let out a soft moan of his name.

"Is that it?" he whispers, doing it again and watching your reactions. sure enough, you start trembling even more, whimpering and whining praises.

he continues to suckle your clit and finger you, wanting you to cum first before anything. You're so close to your release, "Lyney.. ah, mm.., 'm so close," you mumble in-between gasps and moans.

"Good, let it come sweetheart, go on... cum for me-" as if he had you under his spell, your hips bucked into his mouth cutting him off. Your orgasm rocking your body deliciously. He helps you ride it out, kissing and licking your folds and clit.

He pulls his fingers away, almost tempted to lick them clean. He cups your cheek and kisses you sweetly. "You did so good, such a good girl..." he whispers against your lips. You chase after his lips when he pulls away, using his free hand to brush your wet hair away from your face. His gaze softens at your flushed, sweaty face. "You're all mine," he whispers, smiling.

You nod your head, still dazed from your nerve-rocking orgasm. You look at him, Lyney, your sweet magician. You press your lips against his forehead, "Your turn, right?" You whisper, referring to his— rather painful boner.

His eyes widen, he stammers for a moment. "Uh, well... I'm alright.. I promise, you look so sleepy and I don't want to make you overworked..." you kiss his lips gently.

"If you're comfortable going all the way, then I have no objections." You rub your cheek against his.

"Are you sure? A hundred percent sure?"

"Yes, my love."

He takes a deep breath, kissing your lips. Lifting your body up and positioning himself in-between your thighs. He holds one of your hands holding it close to his chest. He takes another deep breath, sitting up and putting a "show" on for you. Pulling his boxers past his hips, and sliding them off his thighs. Your eyes widen as his cock springs out from the tight fabric. Pressing against his tummy, his precum sticking and gushing out from his tip. He lets out a soft moan as he kicks the boxers off.

"d-dont stare.." he stutters, embarrassed... his breathing deep and heavy.

"s-sorry.. I'm just,— you're so pretty." You sit up, cupping his cheek; he leans into your touch, his heart fluttering against his ribcage like a butterfly.

He wraps his hand around his shaft, giving himself a few pumps. His eyes flutter close and he lets out soft moans, you're almost mesmerized at his actions.

"I.. I love you," he moans, his body flushed and his eyes meeting yours as he leans over you, and his arms at the sides of your head. His blunt tip brooding against your wet entrance.

your heart flutters when you hear those three sweet words escape his mouth. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently as one of his hands pull your thigh up to his hip.

"Can I go in?" He whispers, rubbing his tip against your clit.

You nod your head, whimpering as he circles your clit with his cock. a slight ting of anxiety in your chest as you watch him push his tip inside— it hurts.

"L-Lyney..!" you whine, holding onto him. tears prick your eyes as he kisses your face, hushing your whines.

"I know i know, shhh.. it'll feel good in a second, i'll go so slow for you." he coos, running his hands through your messy bed head.

he holds your hip, gently guiding himself inside of you. His tip making it past the tight muscle and inside of your gummy walls. he lets out a strangled moan, leaning down and giving you open mouthed kisses. he rubs your chest and tummy as he pushes inside, filling you up to the brim. he stays as still as he can, kissing and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

"you okay..?" he caresses your ear, gently twirling the hair behind it.

"m..mhm, you can move" you slide your hands over his shoulders, kissing him.

he kisses your lips, moving your thigh to his hips, you wrap your legs around him. one hand holding yours, and the other on your hip. he pulls out gently, only his tip remained inside of you. he softly thrusts his hips, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Lyney moans your name, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight.." he whimpers.

"it feels so good, aah.." you gasp and whine, pulling his hair gently with every thrust.

"I love you- i-,.. aah., i love you so much," Lyney whines and moans- muffled by the pillows next to your head.

"i love you too, L-Lyney," his pace starts to falter, becoming erractic, he feels himself getting closer to cumming.

"oh, oh... baby- i'm, aah. im so close." he whimpers kissing your neck, squeezing your hand in his.

you feel the warmth of that coil indicating how close you are to your own release, "Oh- me too, Lyneyy.." you whine holding onto him as he goes faster in making love to you.

"where- where do you want me to finish?" he moans, holding your face.

"u-um, i- i dont know.," your mind is going blank from the pleasure, "do it on my stomach.. or face- fuuck i dont know,," you moan his cock hitting your sweet spot.

he holds back his moans, biting his lip so hard it nearly draws blood. caring about you reaching your release than himself, he reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, his hand twitching occasionally at the over stimulation and edging himself. your moans echo the walls of your room and you arch your back as you finally cum all over his cock, your breathing is erratic and your body is so sore as his hips shake and twitch before he pulls out and pumps his cock a few times before finishing all over your stomach.

"ah,," he gasps out, laying on top of you. "you were so good for me.. i'm- aah..," he huffs in and out.

"you made me feel so good, Lyn" you whisper in his ear, giggling lazily as his ears become red.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair lovingly before he sits up and smiles at the beautiful mess you have become underneath him. "I'll go turn on the bath for us, yeah?" He asked pressing his lips to you so lovingly before exiting the room to start the bath.

You smile, nuzzing your head into the soft pillows. He truly stole your heart, yet again. How did you ever manage to become so lucky?

Lyney comes back into the room, picking you up like a bride and setting you in the bathtub filled with warm water. Gently washing you and kissing every inch of your face and neck in the process.

"hey,"

"hm?" He hums, scratching your scalp gently.

"you're amazing," you look up and kiss his chin gently, completely relaxing against your boyfriend.

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IM FINALLY DONE,, OH. OH MY GOD. IM. AAAHHH IT TOOK ME A FULL DAY TO MAKE THIS,,, I LOVE IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ANON

#genshin smut #lyney smut #genshin fanfic #genshin impact smut #lyney x reader #female reader #smut #Junesl1ght_#I really hope you like this anon #Anon ask

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sunday morning

pairing: steven grant x reader summary: you and your boyfriend Steven spend a lazy Sunday morning together.

reblogs appreciated if you liked it :))

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The sun slowly breaks through the gaps in the curtains as you start to stir. Drifting in and out of a state of sleep as your body adjusts to the light seeping through. Looking over to your right your curly haired boyfriend looks peaceful as gentle snores escape his lips. Steven’s sleeping disorder didn’t allow for proper respite, but when he did get into a deep state of solace you left him be.

You watched him for a few minutes as his chest rose and fell, his curls awry, your love for him was stronger than any emotion you’ve ever known. Gently removing his arm from your waist he stirred and your breath got caught in your throat as you thought you’d accidentally woken the peaceful man up. To your relief he repositions himself into more of a star fish shape. Gently getting out of bed you head to the bathroom to shower before you were to decide what you would both be having for breakfast.

Stepping out of the shower you put one of Steven’ shirts on and a comfy pair of joggers. Today was Sunday and these days were for you and your boyfriend to spend quality time together. Coming out of the bathroom, to your dismay you see Steven at the stove preparing some of his famous vegan pancakes. You’d wished he’d slept a bit longer. Trying your best not to startle him you approach him from behind and carefully wrap your arms around his waist.

“Morning” you say softly, taking in his warmth.

“Morning, love” he replies as his hands meet where yours lay on his stomach.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask as he flips a pancake over.

“Yeah, pretty good actually, one of the better nights for me” he says with a smile. Oh his smile, you adored how his lips curled up and his eyes lit up.

You press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you slept well, you deserve to be able to rest peacefully.” you say as a tint of red creeps up his face. He pulls you into a hug, cutting it short..

“Oh bollocks this pancake is a bit burn’t.” he frowns a bit, but you quickly reassure him

“That’s okay I did distract you a bit. Don’t think we’ll miss one pancake, you make enough to feed a family!” he giggles at that.

“Always need to make sure I offer Gus some don’t I?” he turns to Gus swimming around in his tank.

“Speaking of, morning my little one finned wonder” he smiles. Oh he was the most adorable man in the world. You leave him to make the pancakes with no more distractions and set the table, syrup, chopped banana, vegan butter.. you weren’t a vegan before you met Steven, but at this point it was second nature.

You ate in silence, Steven’s pancakes piled with banana and a bit of syrup, he didn’t like too much or they’d go soggy.

“How are Marc and Jake?” you ask, you and his alters got a long well, Marc more so as Jake was the quiet type.

“No, yeah, they’re good, yeah. Marc bets he could make better pancakes than me, but I say that’s nonsense. Jake just nodded in approval to say he’s good, you know him.. not much of a conversationalist” he let out a little laugh at that. Once you’d both finished eating you cleared up while he showered and got dressed into a white t-shirt and fresh pajama bottoms.

“Darling” he calls out.

“Yeah?” you respond from your place at the sink.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asks shyly, you’ve been together a few months and knew everything about him and his alters, Konshu and everything. yet he was still shy around you. It was cute.

“Yeah i’d love to! anything in mind?” He paused for a second, tapping his index finger on his chin while deep in thought.

“AVATAR!” he bursts out excitedly. You hadn’t actually seen avatar before you met Steven, as soon as he found out he was quick to invite you over for a movie date.

“Sounds great! Love that film.” you emphasised, Steven tended to worry that you agreed to do things with him out of pity, he was very insecure about himself despite you, Marc and Jake reassuring him that he was an amazing man. It didn’t matter what you were watching, reading or doing, if Steven was with you and enjoying himself that’s all that mattered. You loved every minute with him.

He flicked on avatar as you finished the dishes and headed to the couch, where he patted the spot next to him. You cuddled into his side as he layed a blanket over the both of you, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Thank you.” he says out of the blue, which causes you to look up at him.

“For what love?” you asked softly as not to make him feel bad or anything.

“For loving me, accepting me for everything that I am. The mess that I am. Staying up with me and reading to and with me, you know people at work are rude to me, Donna’s a right knobhead towards me. I used to let her get to me, everytime she mocked me or put me on inventory, but now? with you. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.. because I have the most amazing person who loves everything about me and that’s all that matters. I love you so much y/n.” he says with a softness in his features, you don’t say anything, you take him into the tightest hug which silently tells him what he already knows deep down. He strokes his hand through your hair as you embrace him.

“I love you, Steven.” you say as you sit back from the hug and look at him, taking his face into your hands. “Listening to you ramble about Egypt and Pharaoh’s, your work days and anything else. I could listen to you talk about anything for hours. You’re the funniest person i’ve ever met, the kindest, sweetest man who makes me feel like the only person in the world everyday. Donna doesn’t deserve you, the museum doesn’t deserve you. You’d be the BEST tour guide if they just let you. The way your face lights up when you talk about Egyptology, I can see the love for the topic in your eyes. There’s no one else more suited for the job than you.

Tears are welling up in his eyes and you wipe them away with your thumbs, landing a soft kiss on his nose. He really was the most intelligent man you’d ever met, intuitive and with a heart of gold. Steven would never hurt a fly, Marc and Jake are more of the fighter types, but Steven. He’s a lover, he wants to make people happy and to see them smile, that’s his gift. He saved your life that’s for sure, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been since meeting him.

Settling back into his chest you take his hand in yours and rub your thumb over his palm.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” he says and with that he presses play. You squeeze his hand to silently tell him that you feel the same.

About halfway into the movie you felt his body relax, he was falling asleep. Good, you thought. He needs as much sleep as possible, you didn’t move, knowing if you did you’d disturb him, you watched the rest of the movie as he snored quietly from beneath you. Once the movie finished you switched the tv off, Steven started to wake up, causing you to sit up. He took your hand and took you to the bed, laying down he pulled you in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist, an afternoon nap wasn’t a bad idea, it was Monday tomorrow, the beginning of another long tiring week, especially for Steven. you settled into him as his form engulfed you.

“You feel like home” is the last thing you hear before he drifts off, feeling safe enough to fall asleep knowing you’re right there with him. He hasn’t put his ankle restrains on this time, but he knows you’d notice if he got up. His words touch your heart, you’ve never been so in love.

“You are home” you respond, squeezing his arm that’s securely wrapped around you. With that, you both fall asleep. Feeling the safest you’ve ever felt, knowing you’ve found your other half in Steven.

#steven grant #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant fic #moon knight x you #steven grant x gender neutral reader #oscar isaac #moon knight fanfic

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spaceistheplaceart · 6 months

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Body Swap - How Do I Talk Like That? Part Four

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Summarized ID: Mob talks to Reigen about his fear of not being able to socialize properly, that he isn't making connections or can't make the first move. He wonders what it would be like to make the first move, and pictures Tsubomi. Reigen puts a hand on his shoulder and listens.

FULL ID UNDER CUT:

(This is a body swap, so I'll be referring to the characters as who they actually are but keep in mind that Reigen is in Mob's body and vice versa.)

Mob looks down, a dull yet sad expression on his face. He says, "It's not that. I've just been thinking. Even though I'm better at it now, I think, I still have trouble talking to others. I feel like everyone else knows what to say, or at the least can make themselves understood."

A grayscale panel shows a flashback to when Mob gave his speech to become student council president, he is on stage, silent, frozen. Mob continues speaking, "but even when I have a script, I freeze up."

Reigen is looking at Mob with furrowed brows and his lips set into a thin line. Mob continues, "Master, I know you said I don't need to be like other people, but..."

A shot of Mob and Reigen sitting on the curb. Dimple floats next to Mob. "I'm afraid if I can't 'get it' now," Mob looks downwards again with a worried expression. "That I won't be able to socialize properly when I'm older."

Dimple grins. "Come on, you don't need to worry about that stuff yet! You've got plenty of friends don't you?" He flexes his arms, drawn behind him are radial rays of light. "What about Tome? And the Body Improvement Club!"

Mob smiles slightly. "It's true. I do have a lot of friend, and I'm very grateful that I'm surrounded by such good people." His smile drops. "But sometimes, I feel like..."

Shown are a series of grayscale flashbacks all in one long panel. The first scene is of Tome, talking excitedly while holding Mob's hands in hers. He looks slightly taken aback, but is listening. They're sitting at a desk. The next is Mob sitting next to Emi on a grassy hill, holding her writing. The final one is Mob, flexing, while one of his Body Improvement Club friends feels his muscle excitedly. Mob is smiling shakily, blushing slightly, and sweating. He says, "I'm not connecting with them properly. Whenever we talk, I always let them take the lead, I became complacent. It felt easier that way."

Another grayscale flashback, showing Mob at his desk in school, looking over and watching two of his classmates talk happily. One of them is a girl with big curly hair, sitting at her desk, and another is a boy with short spiky hair who's leaning on her desk and talking to her. Mob says, "And everyone that I know now, I only know them because they spoke to me first. I've never gone up to someone and became their friend because of my own efforts."

This page shows a glittery thought bubble, picturing Tsubomi. Tsubomi is smiling widely with cute, big, shiny eyes. She's turning around to face the viewer, her hair and skirt. flowing out from the motion. She has her arms tucked behind her back. She's blushing, and is shaded with soft pencil scratches. The background is gray and pink with sparkles and big glowing circles. She's illuminated in white. She has a cowlick shaped into a heart. Mob looks up at his thought bubble, slightly blushing, and says, "If I were to try and make the first move, I wonder..."

Reigen claps a hand on Mob's shoulder. "Mob. Listen," He says.

END ID.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #mp100 body swap #arataka reigen #kageyama shigeo #op art #comic #mp100 comic #tsubomi takane #takane tsubomi #transcribed

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Hi! For the event, can I request "ac is out and we're not wearing much" for everyone's fave Robert Floyd please? :D

ABSOLUTELY. 18+

For all the funding the military receives, one would think they'd invest in upgrading their HVAC system.

Today you learned that was not the case. The AC had been out since five. Meaning it was way too hot to reasonably hold trainings and classes.

Many of your colleagues took the unexpected day off to head to the beach. The idea of going somewhere even hotter was not appealing.

So you opted to stay. Though, you wondered how much better your room was compared to the beach.

You remember there being popsicles in the freezer of the communal kitchen. The icy treat sounded way better than staying in your hot, stuffy room.

You made your way through the hall, grateful that they were empty. It was hot and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to someone.

Cool air hit your face as you opened the freeze. Thank god there were popsicles, because who knows what you would do if there wasn't. You reached in to grab one, quickly tearing off the wrapper. The cool icy treat felt like heaven in your mouth.

"Hey Sunflower!" Your eyes perked up at your call sign and you turned around, wondering how the hell one could sound so damn chipper when it was blazing hot.

Upon taking sight of your greeter, you just about gagged on the popsicle.

It made sense. It shouldn't be a surprise. One had to be in decent shape to be a pilot, even if he was a WSO. So you definitely shouldn't be surprised and your eyes definitely shouldn't be widened, nor should your mouth be slacked upon seeing first hand that Robert "Bob" "Just Bob" Floyd didn't look alright without a shirt on.

He looked fucking hot.

You usually saw Bob more in the library, but you had occasionally seen him walk into the gym with his squad. So again, it shouldn't be a shock and you should really stop staring at the outline of his abs-

"Sunflower? You good?" Oh you had definitely been caught staring.

"Huh?" Gee could you sound any more obvious? "Oh yeah! Sorry. Uh, brainfreeze."

Bob was cute. You knew had come to terms with that. He didn't have an ego the size of Texas and was definitely the more levelheaded one out of the Maverick mission crew. Often when your groups intermingled, you'd find yourself sitting next to him at the bar, making small talk.

He was sweet and kind and respectful and you definitely had a crush on him. A crush you thought at the time was small and manageable.

Now, not so much.

"A brain freeze sounds much better than this," He motioned to the room, with that sweet smile that made your heart flutter.

Bob pointed to the freezer and good lord, his biceps, "Are there any more in there?"

You nodded your head, quickly wiping away what you hoped wasn't drool from the corner of your mouth.

He nodded his head, walking over to the freezer. Your eyes followed noticing that his usually gelled hair was curly and being kept under a hat fuck his back was muscular too.

"It's over there," You walked over, sandwiching yourself right between Bob and the fridge. Your hand reached for the popsicle that was on the lower shelf-something you easily saw due to your lack of height.

"Here ya-" your sentence was cut off, for as soon as you turned around you landed right in front of his toned chest.

Of course he smelled good.

"Hey, you okay?" Bob asked, his blue eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine, totally fine-why wouldn't I be fine?" A laugh accompanied your sentence, one you hoped was convincing.

"Well, for starters you dropped your Popsicle," he pointed out. You looked down at the floor and yup, there was your icy treat. Melting away on the ground.

"You're also sweating a lot," his hands brushed against your bare arms, "You're also really clammy."

Was it that obvious? He was going to think you were a creep and rightfully so. While Bob didn't seem like the type to go about bragging that he made you look like an idiot, that wasn't going to stop the shame you'd now feel when-

"I think you're dehydrated. When was the last time you had water?"

Sure. That's totally plausible. It was the lack of water that was causing you to act out of sorts. Not Bob Floyd's pecs.

"I got three fans going in my room. Why don't we grab some ice and head back there to cool you off?" His hands were now firmly on your shoulders and wow they were big hands.

Wait. Room. His room.

Nope. That was a horrible idea. You should just go to the infirmary on base.

"Sure." Apparently your basement heart was doing the talking today.

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Just stay calm, stay fucking calm, you told yourself as you entered Bob's room.

"I can always go to the infirmary, you don't have to spend your day off taking care of me," You told him. Your feet should have been moving towards the door, but they remained planted on the ground.

"I don't mind," He smiled as he got out a towel and laid it on his bed. Because of course he didn't mind taking care of you. That was just Bob's way and one of the reasons you liked-

No, you couldn't think about that. Not when you were about to lie down on his bed.

Oh God you were going to be on his bed.

Just stay calm.

Just stay calm, Bob told himself as you laid down on his bed. The sports bra you wore rose a bit as you laid down, exposing more of your tattoo that he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of since running into you in the kitchen.

It made sense now why your call sign was sunflower. Inked marigold petals peaked out of your sports bra, trailing down your left rib cage.

You having a tattoo wasn't new to Bob. He first noticed the small illustration of lavender that adorned your right ankle the first time everyone went out to the Hard Deck. In fact, it was all he could focus on that night. Aside from your stunning smile.

It was just the fact you had more tattoos that set his mind off. Like how what looked like three flower stems would peek out on your right ribcage when you raised your hand.

Much better to focus on that than your thighs. Thighs that Bob may or may not have thought about late at night with his hand on his-

"Five. I have five, if you're wondering." You removed the cool washcloth to reveal those sparkling eyes, "I like letting people find out the others on their own."

Oh sweet Jesus. You were going to be the death of him with that seductive smirk.

He placed a hand on your arm, frowning at how it was still warm.

"Keep the washcloth on and keep sipping the water," Bob instructed, "Usually the best cure for dehydration is an air conditioned space, but we seem to be short on that today."

A chuckle escaped your lips, "How do you know so much?"

"I was an Eagle Scout. Worked pretty hard for my merit badge in first aid." Of course he was an Eagle Scout. Of course.

"What else did you get your badges in?" You asked, trying to ignore the way his dog tags were dangling over you as he leaned over to apply another cool washcloth to your forehead.

"Well to be an Eagle Scout there were some that were required. You know, lifesaving, hiking, emergency preparedness, camping. Got really good at learning how to tie knots."

Was the gasp you let out from what he just implied or from the ice cube that was now being traced along your neck?

"Sorry!" Bob apologized, "Shoulda warned you. Helps keep you cool."

"I-it's fine," you mumbled, "I trust you."

The ice cube trailed down your neck to your collarbone. The coldness was a great respite on your hot, clammy skin. You tried to focus on the ceiling, but your eyes kept trailing back down to watch his long fingers trace the ice cube along your skin.

Bob's fingers were gentle, yet targeted. A shudder ran through your body as you felt the coldness hit your ribs, spreading to your stomach. His blue eyes were focused on your body and it's reaction to the ice cube.

Why did he have to have his tongue stick out as he concentrated on running the ice cube over your thigh? Was it truly necessary oh fuck he just licked his lips.

This was a new low for you. It truly was pathetic. His lips were just chapped, he wasn't licking them at you. If Phoenix found out about this, she would never let you live it down. And rightfully so.

It was stupid how hot he was.

"It's stupid how what I am?" Bob asked, his eyes now on your face.

Oh fuck. Oh no. Did you actually say that out loud?

All that could come out of your mouth was a confused "huh?". Maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to convince him that he misheard you.

"You...you said it was stupid how hot I am."

Nope.

"Oh, did I?" You forced a laugh out of you, "I...that's not what I meant. I was trying to say it's stupid how hot it is. But I was looking at you so that's probably why I said that."

Realization just hit you like a freight train.

"Not that you're not hot! You are hot," this wasn't getting any better, "Not like that. I mean yes, you're very nice to look at but that's not all you have to offer and I'm just going to stop talking right now."

Your hands flew to your face, covering it. Not that it helped conceal how flustered you felt. You were never going to live this down and rightfully so.

A low chuckle filled your ears. You felt a large pair of hands pry yours away from your face.

"You're really cute when you're flustered," Bob remarked, his face now inches away from yours. The cool metal of his dog tags grazed your chest.

He thought you were cute.

Oh.

His lips were barely an inch away from yours.

It felt like you two were staring at each other for an eternity. The room was dead quiet, aside from heavy breathing and silently loud realizations.

In the end, you propped yourself up with your elbows, closing the distance between you and Bob.

At first, it was just your lips moving, as it took Bob a second to process that you were actually kissing him.

But then a switch went off. Call it realization hitting him like a freight train or the way your hips brushed against his when you leaned up to deepen the kiss.

Either way, you soon found your back against the mattress and a pair of large hands gripping your thighs.

His hat finally came off. More like you threw it off, as you had been dying to run your fingers through his hair. You grabbed a handful of hair, tugging it.

The action earned a grunt out of Bob, a near animalistic sound you didn't expect from the quiet, reserved pilot.

Curious, you repeated the motion. A similar noise came out of Bob's mouth, this time more gutteral. He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head.

Alright, maybe he wasn't so reserved.

Bob was used to the shock. He didn't exactly radiate an assertive presence at work. He just didn't find it necessary.

But he knew what he liked in the bedroom.

He also knew that if you kept tugging on his hair and grinding your hips, he was going to come in his shorts like a teenager. And Bob much preferred your mouth or hand (or inside of you, if you allowed).

"Use your words," he ordered, surprising you even further.

Usually it's nice to see a new side of people. Not so much when you know that new side will have you completely and utterly under his thumb.

"Use your words," He repeated, "Tell me what you want."

Oh, you were so screwed.

"Y-you," you gulped, "Been wanting you for the last month." Great, you were rambling again.

Bob's eyes widened, "You mean we could have been doing this for a whole month?"

You nodded, a giggle escaping your lips. Bob joined in, all the tension melting away. He pressed his forehead against yours as you two continue to laugh about how obvious your feelings were for each other upon reflection.

Neither of you mind that what probably should have been a more sexual moment had turned into something sweet. It put you both at ease, allowing you to laugh as you took turns sharing the details of the development of your crush on one another between soft kisses.

But even sweet kisses can turn heated. You discovered this upon kissing along his jawline, causing Bob in turn to grab your thighs and bring them to his hips.

You were at a crossroads. You could continue simply kissing. You could stop, maybe go out to some restaurant that had proper AC.

Or you could keep going.

"Y'know," Bob began, "I hear that uh...sweating is good for treating dehydration. Would you want to-"

"Yes." Sounding desperate was no longer a concern. The man just admitted to falling for you his first day on base.

"I also hear that....removing any extra clothing is helpful." How could someone be so cheeky but also bashful at the same time? The way the tips of his ears were turning red was adorable, it was unfair.

So, to make it an even playing field, you sat up, making quick work of removing your sports bra. You were unable to contain your grin as you laid back down, Bob's eyes wide.

"Fuck." Did it give you a boost of pride that you were able to make the man who never cursed, curse?

Little bit.

Any boost in ego you just gained faded as his hands touched your rib cage, his fingers tracing over your now fully exposed tattoos.

"Knew it. I knew they were flowers," He muttered as he stared at the three flowers that adorned the right side of your rib cage.

A taunting comment about finding the other two was on the tip of your tongue. It quickly died as you felt his teeth graze your chest.

Normally, you'd say something about no hickeys. Whether it was due to the heat or the fact Bob's long fingers were kneading your breasts, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

At least about the hickeys. You were quite vocal about the way his fingers felt, pinching your nipples before trailing down your stomach, to the waistband of your shorts.

The somewhat cool air from the fans hit your now exposed core. Bob's thumb traced over the outline of a sun that adorned your hip.

He leaned down, his tongue lavishing the newly discovered tattoo. His fingers were now tracing over the apex of your thigh, not quite close enough to where you wanted him, where you needed him the most.

Bob couldn't help but chuckle as you spread your legs. His lips trailed back up your stomach, to your breasts, up to your neck until they finally reached your own lips.

He was such a good kisser, you couldn't find it in yourself to complain, despite the current ache between your legs.

You felt a pair of large hands grip your thighs. Final-

Your whole body was lifted off the mattress, eliciting a squeal that Bob thought was the cutest noise he had ever heard. Now the positions had switched with Bob lying down and you on top of him.

You couldn't tell what turned you on more- the fact you were on top of him, completely exposed or the fact he was strong enough to just casually manhandle you.

"Sit up." Your brow furrowed in confusion, though you still obeyed.

"Up." You looked at Bob, who was currently placing his glasses on the nightstand. He noticed your confused look and grinned as he pointed to his face.

"Sweating is a good way to treat dehydration. What better way to sweat than riding?"

Your mouth fell open, shocked that Bob Floyd not only knew what that was, but also that he just asked you to sit on his face.

His smile faltered, concern replacing it, "unless you don't want-"

"I want to," You cut him off and moved yourself upwards so you were hovering over his head.

Bob flashed you that cheeky, lopsided smile you were now desperate to see more often, before hooking his arms under your thighs.

In addition to looking good without a shirt, Bob Floyd also knew how to work his mouth. Your hips bucked against his face as soon as you felt his tongue on your clit.

You were quite thankful that the majority of your colleagues were at the beach because keeping quiet with Bob Floyd's head between your thighs was quite difficult.

His nose brushed against your clit, the movement sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You leaned forward, gripping the sheet with one hand, the other finding its way into his sunkissed hair.

You and Bob were both pretty perceptive. It was part of your job after all. He learned quickly based on your moans that you really enjoyed it when his tongue brushed against your walls.

You had learned that tugging his hair would elicit a moan out of him, one that would vibrate against your core and send chills up your spine.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna-"

Bob hummed against you, signaling that he heard you. However, his tongue refused to let up against your clit.

You tried to sit up, trying to move your thighs away from his face. Bob sensed this, tightening the grip he has on them.

Your eyes met his dark blue ones, confused because did he realize what would happen if he kept doing that?

"I need to-" you began, but were cut off with a grunt from down below. Bob shook his head before latching onto your clit.

Oh fuck, he knew exactly what would happen. He knew and he wanted it.

The realization, along with the circles he was drawing on your bundle of nerves, sent you crashing over the edge. You were definitely grinding yourself against his face and could feel the sweat trickling down your neck and chest.

Normally you'd care about being loud, you'd have some restraint, but Bob's mouth had thrown all that out the window.

Your hand tightened its grip in his hair, the light locks acting as an anchor to keep you from collapsing as his mouth continued to help you ride out your high.

As you slowly came back to reality, it hit you that Bob's head was still very much between your thighs.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You rushed, scrambling to get off and give him air.

Bob just laughed, the action causing your nose to scrunch up and heat to rise in your cheeks.

"I often have to think about how I die and if it's between your thighs," He paused, grinning, "That's not the worst way to go."

You laughed as you laid down on his bed. Normally you would be embarrassed by how flustered he made you, but somehow, for some reason, you didn't mind.

Maybe it was the sweet, warm laugh he gave off. Maybe it was the way he pried your hands away from your face, quickly pressing his lips against yours. That was probably why you were already thinking of five different scenarios in which you could get yourself alone with Bob.

Luckily for you, Bob had already come up with four additional scenarios in which he could whisk you away. He refused for the feeling of your lips (or cunt) pressed against his to be a one time thing.

Not if he had a say in it.

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madameaug · 6 months

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Wash Day || PJM x Black Fem Reader

inspo You're hair is really soft (Pinterest)

*woman in gif is not a face claim

yn: hey baby i'm getting ready to start washing my hair. so i'll be slow to respond if you text me within the next seven hours <3

jimin: seven hours ???

jimin: wait can i help

yn: uhh sure. if you want i'm unraveling my braids now

You sat your phone down, focusing on the ombre brown box braid in your hand. It was officially fall, and it was time to take out your late summer hairstyle. You stretched this style longer than usual due to your recent visit to South Korea. You came to celebrate Jimin's birthday and spent the remaining three weeks sightseeing before returning to your country.

The once neat squares were now fuzzy and overgrown. You were excited to see this much new growth spreading across your scalp. You peeked over your phone, seeing Jimin hearted your final text message. Jimin never shied away from asking you questions about your natural hair. Of course, he knew about the versatility of black hair, but now that his girlfriend was black, he felt he could become better informed.

"Yeobo." Jimin cooed, taking off his black puffer jacket. His eyes shining with pure love, looking at you. Despite half of your hair sticking out.

Jimin bent over and laid a kiss on your lips. He sat down before you, feet crossed and tucked underneath his body. "I'm ready to be your assistant."

You demonstrated to Jimin where to cut and how to unravel your braids. Like a good student, Jimin watched you take down some braids. Watching how generous you were with the detangler, using the rat tail comb to pick at those annoying knots.

Jimin was so gentle, slowly detangling your hair. Starting from the ends of your hair as you taught him. With each crinkly track of hair that Jimin removed, more and more of your natural hair was revealed. He showered your hair with compliments, not caring about the specks of dirt or clusters of hardened gel.

Starting your natural hair journey was something always intimate to you. It was your hair. Your crown. It was a part of your identity. Whether it was short, long, kinky, or curly. It grew from your scalp and was a testament to strength. Not letting Western beauty standards strip you of the beauty you were handed down from your ancestors. And for him, Jimin, your non-black boyfriend, to engage with your natural hair. You felt connected with him on another level.

In no time, an hour to be exact, you and Jimin finished unraveling all the braids. Your afro was extended high and moved like blades of grass in the wind. Jimin sweetly called your hair cotton candy.

"Your hair is so soft. I love it in this state." He leaned back on the couch, proud of his work.

"Na ah. We still got more work to do; now we have to wash it."

No complaint left Jimin's mouth as he rolled off the couch.

"Okay, but I wanna take a picture. Your hair is so cute right now." You playfully rolled your eyes but stretched out your hair to look suitable for the picture. Knowing Jimin, he was going to make this photo be his lock screen for who knows how long. With his hands around your hips, Jimin pulled you in close. His full lips puckered, kissing your cheek. Your eyes were closed, giving the camera a beautiful smile.

Reviewing the image, Jimin laughed, seeing that your afro covered a good portion of his face. But his lips on your cheek were still evident. Clearing out your kitchen sink, you explained to Jimin how each product would help your hair. He was simply taken aback by the six bottles that were sitting on the sink.

Jimin held the faucet spout over your hair, impressed at how your hair was repelling the stream of water. Jimin counted the sixty-seconds it took for your hair to start dripping from the water.

"So this is what you mean by low-porosity?"

"Yeah, it takes a while for my hair to get wet and for my hair to dry. Well at least air dry."

You squirted the coconut-scented shampoo in your hand. Ensuring that you scratched up any dirt in your hair. The scalp massage was your favorite part of washing your hair. You reached for Jimin's hands, getting them into your hair. His hands massaging your hair, hitting all the itchy spots.

"This is so satisfying, not gonna lie." You physically relaxed into Jimin's body. Despite the slightly uncomfortable bridge position you were in. You didn't mind as you watched Jimin wash your hair. You recognized his look of determination as he gave care to each area of your scalp.

"Gimme kiss." This time, you were puckering your lips for a kiss. Jimin didn't hesitate. Since your time in Korea, you have not had the opportunity to have a 'down' day with Jimin. Either he was taking you to a new part of the country he wanted you to see. Or you were working remotely from your laptop. You weren't working odd hours due to conflicting time zones. You were finding peace in the little things, like watching Jimin breathe. Your hands traced his jawline, feeling his bare skin. Not many things if life are 'perfect', but this moment between you and Jimin would be close. You basked in the moment. Not wanting this moment to end. Not enjoying your time to end.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Impossible." Jimin rinsed the shampoo, repeating the process with conditioner and deep conditioner. Jimin hadn't even noticed the time just flying by. He was just going along with the flow. Watching you section off your hair before blow drying it. The sections displayed an obvious contrast in the apparent 'length' of your hair. When soaking wet it was barely near your ear. Yet after being stretched by the blow dryer, it was at your collarbone.

"What do you need help with next?"

"This next part is pretty simple. I'm just gonna do five cornrows, then call it a night. You've been such a help, babe."

"Teach me how to do it." Jimin patted on the carpeted ground for you to sit in between his legs. In a matter of thirty minutes, Jimin mastered cornrows. Something that took you months, maybe even years to make them look presentable.

"Had I known you were this fast learner, I would have taught you this when we met." You looked at the five braids. You looked at the time, noticing that only four hours had passed. Jimin helped you shave off three hours of wash day.

"Glad to be of help."

I feel like I'm constantly changing my format when writing these imagines. Oh well. Life has been good lately, hope life has been good to everyone too <33

I'm def looking forward to the discourse on Golden over the next few days.

#bts x black reader #jimin x black reader #x black reader #jimin #parkjimin #kpop drabbles #bts drabble #black fem reader

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bidisastersanji · 4 months

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Seasonal ski instructor/mountaineer Sanji working for a resort is on a nice off-piste outing by himself, basking in the sun refracting off the fresh fallen snow and through the tall pine trees, when he gets called because apparently a directionally challenged customer got really lost around his area and he should look for him. (Zoro. its Zoro)

Grumbling, Sanji removes the rackets he put on to hike up the mountain and snaps on his skis to go down and look for signs of a person (how could someone even get off-piste on ACCIDENT? It’s not possible you’d have to be purposefully trying to get away from the neatly delineated track ?? It would take EFFORT to go off piste into the forested areas)

Zoro doesn’t understand how his friends got lost on this beautiful piste- they seem to have disappeared and suddenly he was all alone out here, with way more trees towering over him than before . Well- more peace and quiet and enjoyment for himself, he thinks. Less people to slalom around and avoid, and more piece and quiet and fresh mountain air for him to enjoy with his solitude.

But then he hears someone behind him calling out and turns around to see a skier in a sleek blue jumpsuit. The person seems really angry at him for some reason. Weirdo.

He keeps on snowboarding a little more but the guy catches up to him and cuts him dry by stopping his skis right in front of him.

Glaring at the skis, his eye means to see who the asshole who stopped him is but he doesn’t make it there immediately. No, instead it slowly trails up long, long legs that the jumpsuit somehow wrap around tightly in a way that makes his throat a bit dry. He realises he’s been starting a bit too long so he snaps his gaze up and is met with soft, messy blonde curls being freed from a hat and googles and a red, scowling face. Cute. There’s still some red lines marked into his skin when the accessory was digging in just seconds ago.

He doesn’t know what he’s done to get this man’s attention, but he unfortunately knows he likes em’ kind of like this…a little flushed and combative.

After some wrangling and bickering Sanji drags this oddly muscular and attractive customer (and of course it was a fucking snowboarder. Always think they’re so cool and above the rules, don’t they?) back to the resort where a worried group of 20-somethings thank him for finding their idiot friend. A really beautiful red-headed woman tells him he should join them at a party later so her friend-Zoro? Can buy him a drink as thanks- and what a weird thing to offer up for someone else (especially considering the man’s protests at the idea) but he can’t say no to a face like that and a free drink, so he politely agrees to pass by.

The curly blonde- Sanji, Nami tells him, does end up passing by so Zoro makes good on his promise and asks him what he wants to drink. Unsurprisingly the prissy dude orders an equally prissy drink with some complicated liquor name in it- but Zoro quickly learns he doesn’t mind too much, because the man turns out to be the biggest lightweight after drinking just a couple of them, and highly entertaining when drunk. Their banter at their booth quickly devolves into an argument about skis va snowboards. (Snowboards are obviously cooler and better, duh)

Soon enough Zoro watches Sanji join the dance floor, elegant limbs moving to the thrumming beat of the bass, curly blonde strands of hair sticking to his sweaty face and neck, and he finds himself fantasizing about getting his hands on those hips and his tongue on that skin and getting those lips making soft noises in his ear- he gets to his feet, unconsciously deciding to join the tempting man- he spots Nami looking at him in surprise, then quick, smug recognition when she sees where he’s heading.

The next morning Sanji doesn’t remember much, but knows that despite the hungover he’s nursing he needs to go teach his beginner ski class. He’s lucky is the adult one and not the children’s one today, so he can count on the comfort of fawning over a group of middle aged women for the day.

But god has other plans for him apparently. Or rather, a certain mosshead who he knows can hold his own very well on his snowboard. Is he there to mock him? Annoy him? Discredit him in front of students?

Zoro joins the beginner ski class, hoping to get more interactions and opportunities to flirt with this absolute beauty of a man that he didn’t get nearly enough kisses from the previous night.

#why yes im inspired by all the snow we’ve been getting #and why yes I have limited knowledge on skiing and ski resorts #but I’ve always imagined skiers and snowboarders have some kind of rivalry going on?#zosan #zoro x sanji #Zosan fic idea #sanzo #zosanzo #I just LOVE the idea of zoro struggling with his skis #Sanji having to show him how #holding him #and all the ladies being like oh my #Zosan ski au #as always this is just me rambling #just a draft

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gojocumdumpster · 9 months

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Can I request a one shot for baki with a cute innocent girlfriend in public but when alone together or when no one is looking she's always teasing him and being a naughty girl causing baki needing to put her in her place to be a good girl👉👈

(YES ANOTHER REQEUST SEND THEM ALLL. Also sorry for not posting the pickle ect stories yall i’ve been eating and playing roblox and watching netflix all day😭 I have school tomorrow and i’m about to bury myself ALIVE.)

Warnings: missionary, doggystyle, slapping, hair pulling pet names like slut, crying

Next time watch who you’re dealing with.

Type of story: Nsfw🔥

AFAB reader

You and Baki have been dating for a year, you were this cute innocent girl who is always smiling but under that smile was a slutty girl who would to tease Baki at the wrong times..

You and Baki were invited to a friends house party..you had a plan in mind. “Hey baki you almost ready?” You say putting on your earrings in your tight leather dress. This was it: here you weren’t wearing any panties as you thought it would go with the plan. “Yeah you look good babe.” he said messing with his curly hair. You guys made it to the party and saw friends and had a great time. Baki had sat down watching you dance with your friends in front of him, your back was turned away from him as you went bent down legs spread apart to pick up something you dropped.

He wasn’t looking at first until he saw your wet glistening pussy from underneath that tight leather dress. He noticed you had no panties as he saw a bulging erection from his black jeans. You had got up from bending down as you were dancing with friends having fun. Baki had quickly grabbed you by your wrist and yanked you towards the long hallway were it got silent the further you 2 walked. He opened the door that was all the way in the back in a small corner, he yanked you inside the room and followed you in as he closed and locked the door. Inside was a room with a huge bed and a bathroom with a TV. “ What the fuck Baki?” You say as you stumble to the bed sitting down. “You know what you did bitch.” As he pulled your dress to your stomach, “do you not see this?” he says pointing at your wet pussy with a eyebrow raised. “Okay..? It’s nothing we were rushing to get there so of course I didn’t have time the fuck..?” You say lying and rolling your eyes. “Stop the fucking attitude this better not be one of those little games. I will fuck you right here and there to fix that slut attitude of yours and you know I will.”

“Okay whatever.” You say trying to get up and leave, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He said gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Bro baki come on I won’t do it again.” You say looking at him with pleading eyes. “Call me bro one more time I dare you Y/n.” He said gripping your hair harder. “Bro-“ Before you could finish your sentence he yanked you down to the ground. You were on your knees pushed up against the bed on the side looking at him. “Wanna keep having a fucking attitude? teasing me out there?” He said unzipping his pants showing his hard erection through his boxers.

You shook your head no, “Use.your.words.” he said to you slapping your face each time. “N-no..” You said eyes feeling up with tears. He took his painfully hard cock out and placed the tip against your lips rubbing his pre-cum all over your plump lips creating a gloss as a sign to open up. “Baki please i’m sorr-“ He had cut you off again as he shoved his thick cock down your throat hand still holding your hair as starts face fucking you. “F-fu-fuck your throat feels good.” he says moaning at the sounds of your sinful gags. You put your hand on his hips as a sign to stop. “Don’t fucking touch me. Take it.” he said shoving your hand away. He looked down seeing your red watery eyes with mascara running down looking at him as you stare at him. You didn’t want to take the risk of looking away, he pulled out of your mouth as a string of spit connects from your mouth to his dick. You gasp for air trying to suck in as much as possible, he pulled you up by your hair throwing you on the bed letting go.

He had token off your heels and dress, “no fucking panties what a fucking slut.” He says putting you in face down ass up. You mewl in the sheets with your head smushed in the pillows hands gripping the sheets. He slowly rubbed your pink wet bud in circles slowly but enough to get you moaning, he travels up to your throbbing hole as he rubs your clenching hole waiting to be filled. “Fucking slut..” he says shaking his head. He smacked your ass before lining himself up messing with your clit with his tip before sliding in. You felt a wave of both pleasure and pain as you arch your back even more as he starts thrusting at a fast pace giving you no time to adjust. “Thought you were doing something talking to me like that? Rolling your eyes? Calling me bro?” He said groaning as he grips your ass looking at his coated dick. All you could do was moan as you were looking towards release.

Baki turned you around laying you on your back doing the Anvil position (legs over shoulder) you were sniffling as tears were streaming down your red cheeks from being slapped. He slipped himself inside as he continued thrusting non-stop.”B-ba-baki please no more…” you said shaking your head no as you got close to your release clenching on him. “Fuck baby shit i’m getting close to.” he said thrusting faster and faster. You feel that same feeling you always felt as you clench your eyebrows spasming on his dick with your eyes closed as you started cumming. Baki had came right after you. You guys put your clothes back on and headed out to leave. Your friends were concerned why you looked like that and was walking weird baki had you by his side and said “She threw up.” he said with a big smile and headed out to the car. “Look at me.” he said in the car gripping your jaw. “Next time watch who your dealing with.”

#baki x reader #pickle baki #baki the grappler x reader #baki hanma #baki headcanons #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki dou

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ebonyslasher · 9 months

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Spicy Alphabet: Billy Loomis

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

Billy lies on the bed, cuddling your perfect self after. Don't let his relaxed condition fool you, he's going to have deep conversations coming through.

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

Billy: His eyes are beautiful and powerful. Often stares at his eyes in the mirror. They had the perfect eyelash length and shape. He could put anyone he was attracted to in a trance.

You: Boobs. He loves a great set of boobs to rub his hands on and put his face in. The round flesh sitting on top of your chest is so pretty. The brown areolas resting on them are his favorite. Cute nipples poking out just greeting him.

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

He has an average amount of cum. He has a better diet than Stu, so his cum has a neutral taste. He loves to see you swallow it

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

Billy really really wants to watch you get a pap smear done (if you have a vagina). Cervixes look beautiful to him. He will buy a speculum to see what it looks like before and after sex.

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

Experienced. Have you seen him? There are a few things he's good in, but others he hasn't tried before

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Standing missionary

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

Neutral. He'll chuckle at a few reactions and sounds.

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

Billy's curly hair is groomed

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

Not at first, but once the relationship progresses he becomes more romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Almost as often as Stu, however he won't have a whole marathon. He'd rather wait for you to be available.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Joint murder, forced voyeurism, phone sex, almost getting caught, bloodplay, knifeplay, facefucking, and more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom. Bathroom. Maintenance closets.

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

Acting coy makes him want to chase you. Making out in front of others. Palming his dick. Looking like a bimbo.

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

Anything too nasty. Don't cut his face. Not into slapping or punching.

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

Receiving. He will give, but it won't be long. Gives standard frat white boy head tbh.

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

Interchanges between slow and fast. He's very good at giving a solid pace.

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

Very fond of bathroom and closet quickies. Billy had been walking around campus looking for a good maintenance room to bang in.

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

Little cuts on his and your skin? No problem. A little blood is an aphrodisiac to him. Choking until you pass out? He knows how to do that correctly. And he teaches you to return the favor while he's jerking off. He's a bit risky.

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

Standard. He'll need time to recharge. Sometimes, he can go back to back. Limit is 3 times

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

Eh…

He's okay with watching you use them on yourself. He doesn't care for them outside of that. Unless you include knives as a toy? Then he's into that. Also, a speculum would be nice….

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Whole existence is a tease. This is the one aspect he's an expert in. Billy will verbally tease you, especially before he bottoms you out. Being physically teasing is on the table too. He wants you to whine for it.

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

His moans are soft and low. Can easily be missed if you're moaning loud. But! He will get loud and whiny if you hit a particular spot.

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

Billy kidnapped the one bitch who would talk shit about you. Always behind your back, but never to your face. They would be sugar sweet in your present, then turn peppery sour once you left. Horribly made lemon pepper wings type sour. Said that you didn't deserve a guy like him. He couldn't stand them.

Tears stained the patch of duct tape covering their mouth. They tried to vigorously escape the captivity of the chair placed in front of your bed. But, thankfully, they failed. Billy, in his ghost face fit, had you fuck him in front of them. Start to finish. You were in control of everything. Including the aftercare of cutting the dickheads' skin off, starting with their face. You and Billy made out over the skinned corpse.

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

Slightly over average. Near 6"

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

Moderate

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

{Billy} [You]

"Do you think WW1 happened in an alternate universe? Like is it something that was destined to happen?"

"......."

".......what you think?"

"...I just feel like tons of people really can't get along like that, so it's inevitable."

"Right?!"

Deep conversations afoot, he's not sleeping. Even if there's isn't an existential discussion, he still stays up to go do something else once your comfortable.

#slasher x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #scream #spicy alphabet #grown folks business #x black reader

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