#cus if not then what are big finish even doing

[rowanthestrange]

Oh hell it’s time for therapy session 2 electric boogaloo. But monster-Doctor-mirror gets to have a go with the Master this time:

‘You have power over people when you know their secrets.’ K’vo stirred the drinks with a glass rod [vodka martini it’s not breakfast on Gallifrey], and passed one to the Master. ‘What are yours?’ she asked, as the cocktail moved from her hand to his. ‘Are they about … mushrooms?’ The Master laughed. ‘Mushrooms, yes!’ he boomed.‘Oh you’re good, you’re very good. You’ve seen right into me. You should do this professionally.’ He took a sip of his drink and sank back on the chaise longue. ‘Take notes if you like.’ K’vo fetched a pencil and a spiral-bound pad, then sat on the floor with her back resting against the wooden frame of the chaise. ‘There’s this man, you see,’ said the Master. ‘Old school friend of mine. He’s on the other side of Europe. The Doctor. He has a laboratory and an assistant and a position in a top-secret United Nations military taskforce. He likes velvet cloaks and fast cars and gorgonzola cheese.’ ‘And you admire this doctor,’ said K’vo, matter-of-factly. ‘You want to be like him. So you made a copy of his life.’

112 I’d like to report a murder.

Also…not entirely unsure that the Doctor’s ginger problem isn’t just straight up alcoholism in Dhawan!Master. (Martini stirred, not shaken - I see you Sweet, I see you.)

K’vo paused. ‘What is she like, this assistant?’ ‘Loyal. Brave. So brave. I’ve seen her courage overturn the world. Banish demons.’ ‘You sound envious,’ reflected K’vo. ‘Perhaps I am.’ ‘Have you ever inspired such loyalty?’ It was a blunt question. The Master stayed silent. ‘What’s her name?’ asked K’vo. ‘Miss Josephine Grant. Well, she was back then. She’s married now. To a professor. They left England and went up the Amazon together. Exploring in the jungle. Hacked their way upriver in Brazil, I understand. They’re still there.’ ‘What are they looking for?’ she asked. ‘Mushrooms,’ said the Master.

Now we don’t have time to unpack all of that.

‘I knew there was a reptile base under Sakhalin Island. So I persuaded the authorities to let me build a garden under the snow. I made them a promise. Mushroom steaks for everyone. It’ll be a key policy of the next Five Year Plan. Russia is going to win the mycoprotein war. It’s only a little revision to history. Enough to spoil an expedition. Wreck a marriage.’ He lifted his head to drain his glass, then bit the olive from the cocktail stick.  ‘What’s your diagnosis, doctor?’ he asked. ‘I think you need to live your own life,’ said K’vo. ‘I think you need to be the master of your own destiny.’

NOW WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT.

The Master smiled. ‘That’s a daring conclusion,’ he observed, ‘for someone who has spent the last few months under hypnosis.’ ‘I’m not under hypnosis now,’ she said, turning round and fixing the Master with her variegated eyes. ‘No,’ said the Master. ‘You’re not. It’s no longer necessary. Unless, of course, you want me to put you back under.’

NOW WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT.

The Master thought he detected a gentle glow in K’vo’s third eye. Was she going to burn him a little? She turned away, embarrassed, picked up a copy of Pravda from the lab bench and threw it at the Master. ‘I want to go out to the city tonight,’ she said. ‘We can borrow Major Surikov’s staff car. Find us something to do.’ The Master obeyed. The Blue Angel, he noted, was showing at the Orion. ‘I think you’ll like it,’ he said.

NOW WE DON’T-

#liveblogging #novel: i am the master #yes i looked up the russian emergency number #has katy manning ever played a master #cus if not then what are big finish even doing

[harmoonix]

🪻👑𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧👑🪻

(Astrology Observations)

👑: Aries Degrees on the Midheaven 1°, 13°, 25°...Babe you know you are born to be up there... to ascend and to be a good leader for others, to lead people on their good path

👑: Leo Degrees 5°, 17° 29° on the Midheaven (MC), you secretly wish people will give you more attention or focus more on you! Just like the royalty you are!! (Or MC in Leo)

👑: Capricorn Degrees 10°, 22° on the Midheaven (MC), you know you are that BISH!! People respect you and your ambitions!! Truly a hardworking person and very devoted (or MC in Capricorn)

👑: Midheaven (MC) with Aquarius Degrees combo 11°, 23° are true influencers, they inspire people, they invent and create new things, they give life and the first breath to everything (or MC in Aquarius)

👑: Speaking about Aquarius, Aquarius Risings have a very big potential to be influencers as well, to inspire people and to create things, what makes them different is that they have an unnatural energy that attracts people, examples: Nicki Minaj, Aaliyah, Orlando Bloom

👑: Cancer/Virgo/Scorpio/Capricorn Moons > They have an easier time to embody their emotional nature, because moon in these signs indicates deep nurturing

👑: Jupiter in Libra/Jupiter in the 7th house: Girl...I love your energy, cus I can relate to it, you definitely have an expansive energy when it comes to romantic relationships and luck

👑: Aries/Venus/Mars/Risings have that leader energy in their chart, and I rarely met people with such placements, but when I do.. they definitely strike people with this big energy

👑: Mercury in the 1st house natives omg I rarely talk about them..let's start it, I love their energy, these natives are so easy to talk with and they can easily express their emotions to the word

👑:I truly believe natives with Neptune or Uranus in the 1st house even Jupiter in the 1st house, have a spiritual path they need to follow or to connect

👑: Leo Moons/Moon in the 5th house have their own pride but they actually have a lot of things to be proud about so is not like they are dramatic about that

👑: Leo Venus/Venus in Leo Degrees 5°, 17°, 29° want to be treated as a royalty by their partners and in their romantic relationships (Sometimes Leo in the 7th house can give the same vibes)

👑: Leo in the 7th house can actually manifest as having also prideful partners but that's not 100% totally bad, some of them just may know their worth and value and that's okay

👑: Virgo in the 7th house/Mercury in the 7th house have a unique connection with their partners, especially at communication topic

👑: Virgo Mars/Mars in the 6th H need a lot of mental stimulation, they're extremely inteligent and have a sharp tongue

👑: Pisces Mars/Mars in the 12th house can manifest, the native is extremely passionate and romantic they're also creative ans often natives with those placements practice a lot of sports

👑: Taurus Risings have their Scorpio in the 7th house which makes them to attract powerful people in their life but also envious about their relationships

👑: Asteroid Destinn (6583) can have the energy similar to the north node, indicating your destiny/life path

In the 7th house - probably getting into a lots of relationships and experiencing marriage

In the 10th house - focusing on your career having a chance to get succesful in this life

In the 12th house - A truly spiritual path, this is not easy but is rewarding along the way, this indicates focusing on healing yourself

In the 4th house - This one is very confusing for me at least (because I have this placement), focusing on the family life or creating your own family/household

*I think for a better explanation try to read your destinn persona chart, I think it will be more helpful*

👑: A Retrogade planet in your chart gives you a chance to "repair" or to "finish" something you couldn't do in a past life

👑: People with lots of placements in the 3rd house can be hella attracted to cars, especially a fire or earth sign in this house

👑: Anyone out there with Vertex in the 8th house?? How you stay with your healing/sexual/rebirthing life cycle?? Like Literally 🫥🫥🫥🫥

👑: Saturn - Mars aspects = They're really ambitious when they have a plan or a strategy, + They may look harsh at first but soft/kind inside

👑: Lilith in the 9th/11th houses, these placements make Lilith to seek for freedom, so try your best to not hang around with people who can take your freedom!!

👑: South Node in the 9th house, they can either be attached or detached for religion, love - hate relationship with the religion thing, religious trauma can occur, try to be open minded as you can

👑: South Node in the 7th house, probably someone who depended a lot on others especially on their partners in a past life, you need to be more independent!!

👑: Lilith/True Lilith (h12 or h13) in the 7th house can attract mischievous partners, the partners can be intense, jealousy and even hate from other people

👑: If you have a bad day talking with someone who has Sagittarius Placements can be the best thing to do since they have the most optimistic mindset ever and a good humour

👑: Jupiter in Sagittarius or in the 9th house is truly an underatted placement, this gives you enough abundance and luck to travel over the seas and to explore more kinds of cultures

👑: Guys trust me is so so hard to figure it when you have a "love asteroid" in the 2nd house imo.. because out of all houses, the 2nd house is mostly related with money,value,food etc..I find it so hard to put things together when it comes to this house I swear 😭 (It is a house ruled by Venus but not indicating beauty or love by 100%}

👑: Pluto in the 11th house have a great status in social media, because they can be pretty powerful in that domain, also attracting people who only want to profit out of you..take care ❤️‍🩹

👑: Pluto in the 6th house don't have it easy, they're really that type of person thatno one truly knows what is going through because they don't like to share such things ❤️‍🩹

👑: Try to hang out with someone with the Moon in fire houses (1st, 5th, 9th) because they really know how to enjoy life and how to have fun

👑; A lot of mutable placements in the chart (Gemini/Sagittarius/Pisces/Virgo) shows a person who is able to change their nature and being able to change different situations

👑: Lilith in earth houses (2nd/6th/10th), Lilith can often question about her worth and value in those houses, they often have a common thing together and is that they give intimidating energy

👑: Some facts about your ascendant sign element:

Water Ascendant - You often have an approach to life that is deeply rooted in your emotional body 💙

Earth Ascendant - You have an inner force that makes you overcome any challenge during stressful and hard times 💚

Air Ascendant - You encounter everything with enthusiasm and curiosity, approaching life with love and an optimistic mindset 🤍

Fire Ascendant - Passion is vital for those natives, you have a great physical power and a great ambition 🧡

👑: Libra Moons/Moon in the 7th house - Your soul is seeking for love and romance even if you try to hide it, is the nature of your soul, and something that cannot be changed

👑: Jupiter aspecting Venus, the native is blessed with beauty and love, they are charming and chatty, in general they're pretty popular

👑: Saturn in the 7th house/Saturn in Libra - Sometimes this placement makes you to realize that is better if you don't rush with love relationships and let everything happen from fate

👑: Taurus Moons/Moon in the 2nd house should value themselves a lot and to make it a top priority!! Especially when it comes to loving yourself

👑: Jupiter aspecting Moon, these natives are full of love towards their passions and desires, Jupiter also makes the Moon to be more spiritual

👑: Moon aspecting ascendant, they have such a pure/feminine/calming energy, you can feel they're kind souls

👑: Jupiter in the 5th house/Jupiter in Leo find joy and happiness in their hobbies and things that make them happy! they're so talented!!

❤️🪻 Happy Women's Day!! To all women. To every girl, princess, queen!! To your mom aswell🪻❤️ 8th of March is a very beautiful day to celebrate ❤️🪻 be all blessed in this beautiful day!

#astrology #birth chart #astro observations #astrology observations #astro notes #placements #astro community #horoscope #ascendant #astroblog #astro seek #astro com #women's day

[barbiiecams]

daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

—

arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

#barbiiecams #drew starkey #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey drabble #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey angst #drew starkey headcannon #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron

[luvrxbunny]

emotional intimacy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader 

Prompt: Dirty Talk

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed), emotions, piv, unprotected sex, (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.8k

A/N: this general idea has been on my mind for so long omg (not proofread)

You take a long hit, impressing Eddie with how much smoke you exhale but bringing a smile to his face when you start coughing. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He laughs at you and takes the blunt from your hands. “Always think you’re some big ripper but can never handle.” He takes a hit. “The heat.” He raises his eyebrows at you as he exhales much more smoke than you had- without coughing. You giggle and push him over as you finish your water. “Shut it.”

You lean back and snuggle into his arm, feeling the immediate high from your last hit. He smiles at your action and the content sigh that leaves your lips once your face is pressed into his arm. He smokes the rest of the blunt while you lipsync along to the music he put on. “Can I tell you something? Cus- Well-” You sit up and tilt your body to face him at an angle. You have a shy look and a nervous little smile twitching on your lips. “I have something to say but- but it might be too soon or like um- maybe too much but I- It’s h-how I feel..?” He sits there confused for a moment, too high to figure out if you’re not making sense or he’s not understanding you. “Um... Yes?” 

You roll your eyes and laugh at him gently. “Do you wanna hear it? I- Cus you can’t get upset at what I say, get weird, or like- I don’t know be all awkward afterward… Okay?” He sits up straight, suddenly intrigued now that he understands what’s happening- you’re going to tell him a secret. He leans forward, pulls his knees up, and rests his chin on them with a curious sparkle in his eyes. He nods his head wildly, making his curls jump. “Mhm! Tell me, tell me.” You feel a surge of anxiety and excitement run through you as his eagerness. 

You take a deep breath and scoot closer to him, offering yourself a bit more comfort before beginning your statement. “I- “ You pause as your heart skips a beat, take a deep breath, and force yourself to continue with a nervous smile. “I really like you, Eddie.” His eyes widen and his head tilts like a confused puppy but he stays silent, waiting for more. “You’re just- ugh. You’re so cute and perfect and kind. You’re so nice to me I-” You cover your face at how wide your smile is getting. “You make me feel like- like there’s a sun inside of me, like there’s a bright light trying to break through that can like- that only you can ignite. I’m not sure if- I don’t think I’m making sense.” You giggle at yourself with your gaze down on the covers. “I wake up wanting to see you. I go to sleep wishing I spent more time with you. I- I hope and pray constantly that you’ll still like me the next morning and that I- I keep being your type and a girl that you wanna be with and-”

He kisses you, unfolding all his limbs and pulling you into his lips. You giggle happily into them, overjoyed that he’s taking your outpour of emotions so well. You caress his cheek and the back of his neck with your hands as he kisses you, moaning gently into the kiss before pulling away. “Sorry. Sorry, keep- keep going.” He’s panting and his face is red, cheeks beaming as he smiles at you expectantly, waiting to hear more. Your brain is a bit scrambled by the kiss, it’s oddly heated nature in such a heartfelt moment but you push through for Eddie. “Um. I think- I don’t think I could think up a better boyfriend if I tried, I- You’re everything I want, everything I need and more and- and you do it all without even trying! You’re just perfect for me.” You pause for a moment, coming to a certain realization that you would’ve held in normally, but the weed has lowered your inhibitions and Eddie is staring at you with his big, chocolate, puppy dog eyes and it’s too much to handle, the feeling is bursting inside your chest. “I- I just love you, Eddie.” You confess, staring right at him as you do to gauge his reaction. 

His eyes widen so much you begin to get self-conscious, worrying that you’ve gone too far, that you should’ve stopped, it’s too soon. His eyebrows furrow and his head tilts again. He reaches out for you slowly, taking your hand off the bed and slowly intertwining your fingers. “Are you- Are you sure? Are you being serious or- I mean” He chuckles sadly. “You’re pretty high right now, sweetheart.” Despite the fear of rejection, you feel the need to make your emotions crystal clear to Eddie. 

You shake your head vigorously, an adorable pout on your face as you glare softly at him. “Don’t say that, Eddie. You know I can still think clearly. I mean it. I didn’t know before- I just found out! But… that doesn’t make it any less true.” You state sternly, assuring that he believes every word you’re saying. His eyes flutter as his thumb strokes over your hand and he nods slowly. He leans back against the bed, pulling your hand with him and you almost fall on him. “Well. I love you too.” He had a proud smile on his face as he spoke but once his eyes met yours he could see the hesitation, so he made his feelings as clear as yours. “You’re the sweetest thing in my life, baby. You know that light you were talking about? The one that you say feels like a sun inside you? It’s you, baby. You’re the light. You light up my life and the lives of everyone around you. You-” He sighs and adjusts his position, lifting his hips before leaning further back, his eyes on the ceiling so his hair falls back over his shoulder and exposes his neck. “You never need to worry about being my type. You’re my everything. I can’t even look at other girls without comparing them to you, and none of them- none can even begin to match up.”

You feel your heart race as he speaks, and if we’re being honest… a little heat starts up in the base of your stomach, a little tingle between your legs as you take in all his feelings for you. “You’re the hottest, most prettiest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my fuckin’ life you-” His words become background noise as you admire him, his arms have come to cover his burning red face but the gesture has his shirt riding up, exposing his little happy trail and accentuating the way his stomach is tensing under his shirt. Your eyes keep moving, trailing down further and finally noticing the movement of his hips under the covers. “I can’t even go an hour without thinking about you and- You’re so- Baby, I love you so much- I can’t even put it into words. I’m- I don’t have the vocabulary for it. You-” He cuts himself off with a gasp as you pull the covers down further, revealing the painful-looking bulge in his pants. 

Your eyes widen at the sight but you’re not surprised, you’ve been feeling the same way. He’s sat up and staring at you as you stare at his crotch, already leaking at the sight. “I’m- I just- I’m kinda weird so- so you telling me you like me, and you- Fuck. You love me just- It turns me on? I don’t- It’s weird I know but I can’t help it, baby. You’re so fucking hot.” His words send a shiver down your spine as your hand leaves the blanket to palm his cock without a second thought. His head falls back as he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand closer, giving himself more pressure from your little hands. “Oh, please.” His eyes are in the back of his head, overly sensitive from his high and all your emotions. “Mm— not gonna last, sweetie. Wan- want you, gotta be inside you.” 

You’re climbing into his lap and undoing his pants before he can even finish his begging. His hands run up your arms to cradle your face and pull you in for a kiss while you pull his cock out. Goosebumps erupt over your body at his hands running over your skin, your high having turned all your senses up to eleven. You can feel your clit pulsing inside your panties as he pulls them to the side to help you line him up with your hole. “Yeah, lemme in, babes. Good girl.” He whispers to you as your slide onto his cock. 

His eyes flutter and try to roll to the back of his head as his cock slides into your warmth, your burning heat that consumes him until he’s filling you to the brim with his own. It feels different, being with you feels different now that you’ve told him the way you feel. He can tell you’re thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing by the way you're fucking yourself on him. You’re abusing yourself with his cock, arousal pummeling into his stomach every time his hips meet yours. “Sweetheart—” 

His nickname for you comes out as a whimper as he wraps his arms around your waist and his head falls into the nook of your neck and shoulder. He’s whimpering into your skin, his hips grinding up as best he can as you grip his hair and tighten around his cock. Your body is on lit, like a spark and Eddie is gasoline, he’s setting you alight. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” He groans raggedly at that, his hands gripping your hips, his blunt nails digging into your plush hips. “Good, good. Cum on me, my love.” His words send you over the edge and your orgasm pulls him with you. 

You shake over his cock as he moans into your ear, his tummy tenses against you as he starts to fill you with his cum. He pulls away from your neck to moan into your mouth as you moan into his, your wet lips ever parted over his. He can’t help the smile that comes onto his face as he examines your expression. You have soft tears in the corners of your shut eyes, your brows are furrowed and drawn inward as you come down from your peak but keep grinding into him slowly. He watches you twitch in overstimulation as his cock still cries into you. His cum has started to leak out of you, onto his sheets, and making a mess of both your thighs and he’s just kissing you.

There’s a smile on his lips as they press into yours, a chuckle sliding out and filling your mouth. You pull away with a hazy smile over your lips. “What?” You ask, your voice high and tired. His chest almost explodes with love at how gone you are, at how easily you give yourself to him. “That was the hottest dirty talk I’ve ever heard, baby.” You give him a shocked giggle and hit his chest as he wraps his arms back around you and falls back onto the bed, pulling you down with him. 

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works, and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

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[jeansplaytoy]

random connie headcannons because why not

language, sexual(ish) parts, fluff.

clingy afff!!! he follows you everywhere, you can’t even go pee in peace because he’ll hop on the counter and talk to you while you pee.💀 ur just like “bro, get out.” and he’s like “no.” and he keeps talking.

makes you do those ‘couple’ tik toks where they’re like at a hotel or something and he’ll just back up from the camera, show you off, and then kiss you and end the tik tok.

consistently play fights with you😭. he can’t go more than two weeks without messing with you or pinching you for no reason and then when you hit him too hard he’ll be like “ight bruh, I’m finna beat yo ass.” & body slams you on the bed or something💀.

tries on your wigs simply because he can. but he takes them off when you come home because he knows you’ll beat his ass.

this boy smacks your ass hard as hell, just to make you mad. enough said.

when yall are just chillin he’ll put his feet straight in your face. 💀 like really, and they don’t even smell bad, and he’s like “eat my toes” you’re like “what the fuck?” and try to move em but he won’t stop at all 😭

he picks you up at random times. like you’ll be on the phone with somebody in the kitchen and he’ll grab you by your waist and carry you to the living room, drop you on the couch, and mind his business.

kinda like the first one, you HAVE to pee together when it’s night time or he’ll get all sassy at you. he’ll be like “bae, wake up. let’s go pee.” and you’ll just agree and he’ll wait for you to finish and while you wash your hands he’ll do his business.

fake bangs you from behind every time you lean over somewhere. that’s why you always check behind you when you’re picking something up.

calls you ‘bruh’ and ‘bro’ when he’s mad at you, but he’ll never call you by your real name.

and again, no privacy. he’s all up on you every time you’re texting somebody or when you’re calling someone, he’s there, watching you with big ass eyes just to ask who it was.

will randomly say “i don’t care” in the middle of you telling him something until you punch him in his arm 😭.

grabs you by your neck and kisses you when you’re about to piss him off or when you’re mad at him.

gives you nicknames like ‘mami’, ‘mamas’, ‘ma’, ‘guapa’, and sometimes ‘peach’ cus that ass FAT🙏🏾.

is a big crybaby bro. ESPECIALLY to you. “mamaaa, my game not working.” and you’ll go downstairs to see what’s wrong. “what?” “my game ain’t working.” and he’ll look at you as you go over to his ps5, only to see, in clear day, that it isn’t plugged in. and you’ll look at him in the dumbest way ever. the worse thing about it is, this is not the first time it happened. 💀

when you hug, he’ll purposely put his hands right under your cheeks and grab your kitty. (i’m sorry LMAO)

can’t fall asleep without rubbing your thighs or your waist, but is laid out all over the bed when you wake up.

randomly grabs your boobs for comfort. (and don’t wear a tank top around him shawty)

;)

forgot this was in my drafts 😕.

#aot headcanons #connie springer #connie x reader #aot oneshots #aot connie #connie headcanons #connie springer x reader #connie springer headcanons #connie x black reader #connie springer x black reader #jeansplaytoy♡︎

[dizzybizz]

hai here is a sketch dump with too many fandoms :) sorry about the ungodly amount of men here i have been going through it and by it i mean gay

ok wait i ran out of tags??? it wont let me tag them all😭😭😭 im gonna have to be sparing with them uhh i guess i will have to ramble under the cut then cus i like rambling in my tags but i cant with this one 😭

(ok im back from the ramble: it is way too long.... proceed forward if you want to see some guy just absolutely talk nonsense for entirely too long)

no cus i swear i have tried tagging more stuff than this before and never hit the limit but whatever

hello i really use this like a fkn blog huh

i just wanted to provide some thoughts on the harper and rosé one first bc its important to me 😌 cus i was thinking abt harper and how in my head and heart of hearts she would be the kid who thought you get pregnant from kissing and i dont think she ever really grew out of that belief. <- this ended up spawning the idea of harper being a sex-repulsed ace and i will die on this hill actually. fight me or die, you die either way actually nvm

this is just a buncha blorbos i dont know what to tell you really. sketch pages like these always end up so weird for me bc for some reason my brain always wants the characters in them to interact in some way. whether that be talking or just reacting to what the other is doing... its something i cant stop with, its so stupid and silly and i hate it and i love it. where else would i see kabru slowly losing his mind with how loud phoenix wright is in court????

I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN OFF THE RAILS WITH THAT BUT THEN THE NEXT PAGE HAPPENED. and all i could do was laugh and ask "what the fuck am i drawing??? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHY IS THISTLE HERE WITH LEOPIKA HELP" LIKE that page started with the big leopika and then i was like "man i miss thistle lemme draw him real quick" but the curse struck and now hes being homophobic so </3

i rlly like how the nic(k) page turned out ... i just have a lot of nicks i like drawing idk.. the lil guy is an oc,,, one day his ref sheet will be finished and itll be awesome but not for now, sorry baby, no can do. im weirdly happy with how the hands turned out for all of them tho?? so thats a W

yotasuke, murai, nick (youll never know which one im referring to. .. jkjk its hoult i love the pose there ehehhe), nic and the entire last page r my favs. i like em all but those rlly get me yknow- the olly too ofc but ive already posted him, dont mind him being here, hes part of the set. AND OVER ALL IVE BEEN HAVING SO FUN WITH SHADING BLACK AND JUST LEAVING SPOTS BLANK ITS SO ?`????

WHY IS THIS SO LONG PLS DONT READ ALL THIS THIS IS STRAIGHT UP EMBARRASSING AGHSDFGSDHJSGD im all like "yeah i dont like talking about myself or whatever" but as soon as i get to my process or blorbos or smth the floodgates fucking break open, not even burst man.

also dont mind how i havent even acknowledged pingas twink pokemon counterpart. hes just here for shits and giggles i dont know the guy like at all, i watched a handful of eps of horizons and that was it RIP

#blue period #yotasuke takahashi #yakumo murai #tiger and bunny #kotetsu t. kaburagi #yu yu hakusho #hiei #kurama #drawtectives #harperosé #witch hat atelier #arkco #olruggio #brushbug #trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #all saints street #nick hoult #bna pinga #dungeon meshi #kabru #ace attorney #phoenix wright #thistle #hunter x hunter #leorio paladiknight #kurapika kurta #leopika #my art #doodle

[junicult]

First of all, love you work!!! Secondly, for the bachelors asking farmer if they can try something new in the bedroom and what do you think the new kink they want to try would be?

!! the bachelors & their kinks

contains ; smut! nsfw. fem!farmer. much suggestive content. kinkplay (obvi). light bondage. fem!masturbation. fingering. slight edging. orgasm control / denial. overstim. squirting. mirror sex. oral (f!receiving). very brief mention of an insecure!reader (elliot’s.)

note ; i got another ask like this about just their fav kinks, so i’m combining them both here.

harvey.

- now, to some of you, this man may scream vanilla.

- which, okay, isn’t untrue.

- he loves those nights when you’re just needy and desperate, you just need him to be with you, no extra stuff.

- missionary, holding hands, moaning into your mouth while whispering abt how much you love each other—yeah, that’s his favorite.

- but, are we just gonna sit here and pretend like he’s not literally an overthinker?????

- OFC THIS MAN IS KINKY!!!!!

- but he’d much rather live in ignorant bliss then know you’d be turned off by his kinks.

- so yes. he’s got some pretty closeted fantasies, things he’s always wanted to try but has been wayy too scared to even mention.

- even if you’re like, “oh c’mon, you’re telling me there’s nothing you want to try?” practically BEGGING for him to confess,

- he’s just gonna swallow and shake his head.

- the thing about harvey, tho, is that during sex (even though he enjoys it very much), his main goal is to make sure you’re feeling good.

- it’s all about you, and whatever you want to try.

- you’ve definitely told him your biggest kinks, and can i just say you’ve definitely tried them all.

- that’s just bc he wants to do that for you.

- he was excited to help you fulfill those fantasies, especially since it made you feel so good.

- and depending on what a few of them were, he definitely tries to incorporate them into every night sex.

- anyways—

- it (annoyingly) takes a while to finally get him to open up.

- but once he finally tells you, ohhh boyyy.

- firstly, he’s into bondage. i said it.

- light, but still enough that you’re restrained at least somehow.

- whether it’s using his tie to pull your hands back, or a full on rope tying your limbs to the bedposts—i swear.

- he’s super gentle, tho. tying each knot and asking a quiet, “is it too tight?” every time.

- but fucckkkkk

- he’s gonna be so criminally slow.

- i wanna say he’s a switch. a big fan of letting you take the lead somedays, and him some others.

- so being able to tie you up is like his own leverage this time.

- he gets to see you squirming underneath him, body scorching and you’re just so desperate for him to fuck you,

- but he won’t. not yet, cus you just look so so pretty and, well, if this is his biggest fantasy, then he’s gonna take his time.

- secondly…roleplay.

- 🫡

- now, this may not be an everyday fantasy, but it’s definitely something he’d want to try at least once.

- and if we’re being literal, the only roleplay i can see him really wanting to try is some sort of doctor play.

- this man would NEVER (ignoring the fact that ur technically one of his patients so really not never) visualize his patients in such a way. he takes serious pride in being a doctor, and his professionalism.

- but hear me out—he’d die to have you on his table, you’re just so fucking horny and he’s kinda stressed, so he just fucks u right there in his office.

- lab coat still on, stethoscope hanging around his neck still. he’s literally in his entire work uniform.

- that’s just his biggest fantasy, tho.

- realistically, he’d never do that.

- it’d be a serious violation of anyone found out, and he’d lose his job (and likely much worse.)

- not to mention, extremely unsanitary. as much as he’d love to, he’d literally never.

- so, approaching this kink wouldn’t be easy.

- you’d probably get him to tell you, and he’d finish it with, “i’d much rather keep my job then throw it away by doing something reckless,” and you understand that, but it’s super exciting to see his face get all red and his eyes avoid contact.

- that doesn’t stop the thought from invading your mind every time you pop into the clinic to say hi to him.

- dropping him off a warm cup of coffee, and if he isn’t busy, you may even lean across the counter to give him a chaste kiss.

- except you’re sliding your hand around the back of his neck, feathering your fingers through his short brown hair and pulling him in, sorta taking him by surprise cus that’s hardly a kiss for a greeting.

- and you’re smiling when you pull away, a little devilish twinkle in your eye when you say, “i’ll see you at home, doctor,” just before waltzing out the door.

- hah. yeah.

- it’s gonna be a looonngg shift.

sam.

- he’s an open book.

- it didn’t take any prying at all, but the topic probably didn’t come up for a while.

- not until you guys were just sitting together one day, just talking like you usually do.

- and out of curiosity he asks, “is there anything you’d ever wanna try in bed? sexually?”

- so you tell him, and then proceed to ask the same question.

- he pretends to think for a moment.

- but really, he already knows what he wants to say.

- and he probably has a whole story to follow it up LMFAO

- “like, a long time ago i was, y’know…watching porn or whatever, like you do,” he’s looking down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs, “and i saw this one thing once. thought it was pretty cool.”

- “…which was?”

- he clears his throat. “just like…a dominatrix…”

- yeah.

- this man wants to be dominated 🤷‍♀️

- he probably went as far as to make a vow to himself that he’d try it once.

- don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely a switch as well. he likes being in control, and even a healthy dose of letting you be in control,

- but i’m talking DOMINATED.

- like, talk down on him, be a little rough, use him like he’s a toy.

- he’ll go fucking crazy.

- he genuinely doesn’t care what you do, just as long as you’re getting so much out of this, just using him however you please.

- i think i’ve said this a million times,

- but once he gets going, this man won’t shut the fuck up. he’s just talking and talking, spewing nothing but porn from his lips,

- and the moment you stuff ur panties in his mouth to shush him…

- yeah, that’s it. he’s done. he’s fulfilled his biggest dream.

- and he’s so glad you did it for him.

- another kink i feel like he’d have is you using him somehow to get yourself off, without touching his dick or something.

- and he definitely didn’t know he had this kink until once when you were just making out, you were so desperate that you subconsciously started rubbing against his thigh,

- and he didn’t realize what you were doing until you just cut yourself off moaning, head hanging and eyes lidded.

- he just placed his hands on your hips, watching you, how your hips moved against his clothed thigh and how your eyebrows pinched,

- you weren’t actively touching him or anything. but he got so hard that he started to feel like you literally were.

- he lets you use him to ride out your high, hardly paying attention to the way you’re panting, “‘m sorry, jus’ couldn’t—i’m sorry—“

- he’s already cutting you off,

- “do that again, fuck, do that again please.”

shane.

- he’s so kinky lol.

- the real question is what isn’t one of his kinks?

- no cus honestly, i feel like he’d be down to try anything at least once. just to see if he liked it, and to see what he didn’t.

- for the most part, he kinda likes everything.

- within reason, of course.

- so i feel like getting him to open up about it wasn’t hard at all. especially if you’re already really close and connected with one another.

- as for his kinks, like the ones he prefers over everything else, well…i feel like they’re surprisingly underwhelming.

- his absolute favorite will forever be handcuffs.

- cuffing you to the bedpost, arms up high and out of reach so he can tease you all he wants.

- and he loves when you just get so flushed and embarrassed, but you can’t use your hands to cover your face.

- it’s so rare he’d ever be the one cuffed. he likes it much more when you are.

- plus, i feel like you tried once, and you got way too cocky that he just ripped through them and fucked you stupid.

- so yeah. cuffs are appreciated.

- another one of his kinks would be watching you masturbate.

- or even guiding you through masturbation.

- it’s just so hot when he has you laying in front of him, legs propped and spread apart, with your hand teasing your cunt however you like.

- kinda, sorta degrades u while praising you at the same time.

- “you’re not gonna cum yet, are you? i thought you were better then that.” “it’s up to you, baby. you wanna cum now, or let me give it to you later?”

- he’s gonna make you edge yourself.

- but really, it’s your call if you wanna cum without his permission or not.

- if u do, that’s fine. he’ll bask in the sight of you trembling and whining from your own doing.

- however, just so you know, he’s not gonna fuck you for the next few days.

- so why’re you all clingy now, desperate and whiny?

- after all, it seems like you don’t even need him.

sebastian.

- hmmm.

- he’s absolutely not an open book.

- it took him a while to even have sex with you first, anyways. obviously he’s not gonna bust out every position or activity he’s ever wanted to try right away.

- he’s probably not going to be able to talk about it unless he’s already horny, and his pride is out the window.

- now, this man has long, thin fingers.

- yeah, he’s always liked the idea of fingering u.

- that’s not necessarily a kink, so let me take it one step further.

- his fingers can reach really deep inside of you, and in some ways, his fingers feel a little better then his actual cock.

- after years of practice with you, he’s gotten very good at learning what you like, and what you don’t like. he’s super vigilant.

- he knows just where to curve his fingers inside of you, just how quickly to pump them in and out of you to the point where you’re nothing but stuttered gasps and choked out moans.

- and because he has such long fingers, he knows exactly where that small, rough spot is inside of you.

- and he knows what can happen if he focuses specifically on just that one spot.

- see where i’m going w this?

- every single time he fingers you, he always has one end goal.

- to make you squirt.

- whether you realize that’s what he’s trying to do or not, he’s obsessed with the possibility of feeling your arousal all over his hand, making a mess out of your sheets and even his clothes if he can try hard enough (gn.)

- it wasn’t until one day when he was finally able to do it—i swear he thought he was a dead man.

- he literally came in his pants just from the sight alone 😇

- your body shaking, mind so foggy you don’t even realize what you’ve done until your breaths finally even out minutes later.

- it’s even cuter when you finally do, and you grow all embarrassed.

- “holy shit, did i just…?”

- but when you look at his flushed face, and down at the growing stain in his pants,

- let’s just say ur no longer the one who’s embarrassed.

alex.

- when it comes to sex, he’s pretty vanilla.

- he likes fucking you until you both cum, he’s not really one to edge or overstimulate you.

- but as it turns out, his kinks are pretty specific.

- i feel the need to mention that immediately, as soon as i got this ask, i just knew i had to talk about this.

- don’t get me wrong, i love alex so much. he’s so adorable.

- and this probably doesn’t count as a kink, but please hear me out when i say,

- he’ll definitely give u his jersey to wear when he fucks u stupid one day.

- i’m sorry.

- some may say narcissistic, he says confident!

- just the way his jersey engulfs your frame, his last name written in large letters above his number makes him…nghh.

- like, he was unpacking to move into the farm, found his old jersey in one of his boxes and he excitedly showed it to you.

- he was so cute about it, reminiscing on that time in his life before you offhandedly asked him to try it on.

- and he was all, “oh, no way. it wouldn’t fit me anymore.” so instead, you tried it on.

- and it just clicked on his mind.

- like a literal switch that just immediately gave him a hard on.

- he couldn’t help but kiss all down your neck, and eventually have you bent over one of the cabinets, your hair wrapped in his loose fist so he could see the jersey properly while fucking you from behind.

- ur moaning so loud, panting and whining, and he can’t help but love the fact that you’re all his.

- he’s just obsessed. ur definitely doing that again.

- this next one kinda ties into his slight narcissism, too.

- and this one also isn’t really a kink, but with how badly he wants to try it, it may as well be.

- alex likes anything that proves how strong he is.

- fucking you against the wall, holding you up entirely, literally anything that shows off his strength.

- so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he turned to you one evening, and was just like, “you should sit on my face.”

- when you agree to it, he knows you well enough to know you’re just gonna hover.

- and he’s not having that.

- “don’t be shy, actually sit on it. c’mon, you think you could hurt me?”

- “what if you stop breathing?”

- he almost wants to roll his eyes. “then it’d be a rightful way to die.”

- “alex!”

- “baby, just sit! i’m gonna be fine, i promise. please. for me.” he’ll use puppy dog eyes, even stick out his bottom lip of he has to.

- finally, when you do, he feels like he’s ascending to heaven.

- wraps his arms around your thighs to tug you down further, and he’s looking up at you moaning like crazy while he eats you out like he’s starving.

- there was no easing into it, he’s immediately diving in.

- cus once again, if there’s one honorable way to die, then it’s buried between your thighs.

elliot.

- it’s a given he’s extremely romantic.

- he’s the type to surprise you with candlelight dinners at home, or a fancy, all expenses paid (by him) evening in zuzu city.

- all of his romance, deep love and affection for you of course translates to sex.

- he’s written a lot of novels, he’s read a lot of romances.

- but, i feel like he likes to keep it simple in bed.

- much like harvey, he prefers when you’re just in the moment together, holding each other, finishing together.

- he probably wouldn’t be against trying many things just to try them out, or if you really enjoyed them,

- but when it comes to his own kinks? they’re super tame.

- for one, he absolutely loves when he gets to put you in front of a mirror, completely naked slotted between his thighs, with either your or his fingers rubbing against your cunt.

- you just roll your head back into his shoulder, panting while he whispers words of praise into your ear.

- it’s like, he’s showering you with endless levels of pleasure, all of which you’re too short-circuited to focus on any.

- he mostly loves this position after you offhandedly, or subtly mention something poor about how you look.

- so he uses that opportunity to let you see yourself the way he sees you.

- “my pretty baby, i don’t believe you could even think so poorly of yourself.” kissing your cheek in whispering in your ear.

- he won’t edge you. he couldn’t deprive himself of waiting to see you finish.

- so another one of his kinks that he’ll never fail to forget is overstimulation.

- he’s not done until you’re practically stupid, nearly drooling.

- when all you can speak are incoherent babbles, breath staggering in your chest.

- that’s when he knows he can finally finish, bc that’s another thing,

- he’s not cumming until you’re entirely fucked out.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ headcanons #: ̗̀➛ jo writes !! #stardew valley hcs #sdv bachelor hcs #sdv bachelors #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey #harvey x farmer #sdv sam x farmer #sdv sam x reader #sam x farmer #sdv sam #sdv shane x farmer #shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane #sdv alex x farmer #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex #alex x farmer #sdv elliot x reader #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliott #elliot x farmer #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian #sebastian x farmer

[disneyprincemuke]

where the fun begins, 4 * ls2 (ms47)

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

word count: 2.8k

notes: surprise! hello gaiz i finally (poorly) finished fratlogan pls dont come for me gn

(f1 masterlist)

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“yeah?” logan perks up with a scoff at you. “can’t pick who to nurse?”

you stand by frederik, shaking your head at logan in utter disbelief. you’ve always known that he’s always been a bit of an idiot, but never to this extent. it’s not often that you see logan battered up but you’re surprised that it had taken this long.

“oh, come off it,” you scoff. you look around your surroundings, only then noticing the several pairs of eyes on the 3 of you. you refuse to be the campus gossip on how you choose to handle the situation. you throw your arms in the air. “what are you looking at? go have your party!”

surprisingly, it works. perhaps it’s the fact that the quiet girl is asking them to scramble off that made everyone walk off. they knew there wouldn’t be much to gain from you anyway, considering how low you’ve been laying since you stopped talking to logan.

logan watches you walk across the lawn, shooting him a quick disapproving look before you approach mick. he scoffs softly to himself, moving liam’s hand away from him. he continues to hold the tissue against his nose, pulling it away to glance at the blood that its collected.

he returns it to his nose as he watches you take mick’s hand into yours across the backyard. he doesn’t even notice that frederik has walked towards him with questions spilling past his lips.

“hey, what happened?” your voice is gentle as you finally stop in front of mick. you take his hand into yours, gazing your fingertips over his knuckles that just only forming a bruise. you gently drop his hand and start scanning him. “did he hit you?”

mick’s gaze on you softens as he shivers every time you touch him. he shakes his head, still blinking rapidly as he tries to ground himself. in all honesty, he doesn’t know what came over him either. he’s not typically one to throw the first punch at all — every fight he’s gotten into thus far was born from the sheer need to defend himself after getting decked.

it feels like he had let logan get too comfortable speaking on your name that it had escalated to feeling the need to throw the first punch. he was going to simply walk away if you asked him, but hearing logan talk about you like that to him knowing that he’s seeing you only made him wonder about the things he’d tell his ratty friends.

for the record and in logan’s defence, he never speaks ill of you. and if you were to ask oscar, his theory is that logan’s ego is simply too big for him to lay his weapons down and admit that he’s fallen in love with you.

logan’s never said it, but oscar knows. oscar’s not stupid.

mick felt like he had to throw a punch just to remind logan who he was talking about — the girl that he was once also changing his lifestyle for. the girl that’s been cruising about campus without a problem until logan had swooped in way before he could muster the courage to talk to the prettiest girl he thinks he’s ever seen.

“i’m sorry,” mick finally whispers. he drops his head slightly, trying to meet your gaze. when he does, he tilts his head at the way you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and tilt your head.

“what are you sorry for?” you turn his hand over once more and graze your fingertips over his knuckles. “we should really get you an ice pack. your hand must be hurting like crazy. come on, babe.”

you tug on his arm towards the house, but mick just stays in his spot. “hey, what’s wrong? talk to me, mick.”

“i’m sorry,” he repeats, shaking his head. he sucks in a deep breath, glancing over at logan across the backyard, still surrounded by his frat brothers to nurse his bleeding nose. “i don’t know what came over me. but he was talking about you and in the moment, i felt like i had to do something. you should have–”

the warmth of your hand against his cheek cuts him off mid-sentence, his breath slowly steadying when your eyes meet his again. “it’s okay. why are you apologising? the important thing is that you’re alright.”

“you’re not at all curious why i’m untouched while logan’s sat there with a bloody nose.”

you press your lips together and shake your head. “you don’t expect to always be so calm, do you? these things happen, mick.”

but mick shakes his head at your response. these things happen, yes, but not to him. he should have just walked away. the last thing he needs is for him to let his anger consume him, causing him to act irrationally.

he feels you squeeze his hand. “hey.” your tone is firm, his gaze softening when he meets your eyes. “it’s okay. let’s just get you back to my apartment, okay?”

he nods, feeling his chest feel less constricted at the way you pulled him towards the house. you smile at lily. “are you coming home tonight? or are you spending the night with oscar?”

oscar smiles at you. “i can drive you guys back. i didn’t drink at all tonight.” he pats mick’s shoulder and sighs. “sorry again for logan’s behaviour, mate. i really don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“ah, it’s alright.” mick takes one last glance at logan across the lawn before he disappears into the house with you completely. “you should probably ask him if he’s okay, babe.”

“he’ll be okay. we have a house full of first-aid trained brothers,” oscar waves mick’s concerns away, nudging both of you towards the front door.

mick stands his ground though, not moving when oscar expects him to. you glance at lily, eyebrow raised and she shrugs in return. you look at mick again, “what is it?”

“i really think you should talk to him,” mick says softly. “clear the air or something. or at least just ask if he’s okay.”

“mick.”

“i’m serious.” his breathing is steady and he no longer sways side to side. the pain after throwing the punch had sobered him up more than he wished, now suddenly seeing the bigger picture.

he doesn’t actually know what had gone down between you and logan. all he knew was that you had left one of logan’s parties early one evening and he offered to drive you home. he got your number, and suddenly 3 weeks later, he scored himself a date with you.

you barely uttered logan’s name, or even explained what had happened. though, he really has to thank george for finding out if you’re single. he had george ask alex, who then asked logan when they ran into him in the gym before he decided to ask you out on a date.

but seeing the way logan was so bothered, it must not have ended as well as you tried to brush it off. and judging by the way he acted in the bowling alley a week ago, it doesn’t take a genius to know that logan misses you.

“just talk to him. it might do him some good,” mick whispers with a grin. “i’ll be on the couch waiting.”

“see, i don’t think this is a very smart decision,” oscar whispers, tapping his finger on his lips. “this is logan we’re talking about. you want her to talk to logan alone? you literally just met the guy.”

mick shrugs, eyes still boring into yours with a certain assurance in his stance. he knows what he’s asking you to do — if you suddenly change your mind and decide that logan is the one for you, then he will not stop you. after all, he cannot dictate what’s good for you or not.

though the thought of you running back scares him slightly. he had spent so long mustering the courage to ask you out, get you in his arms, only for logan to throw a fit over something he had failed to cherish when he had it.

but you nod, shocking oscar and lily. “are you sure about this?”

“i’ll just ask him if he’s okay,” you say firmly, lips pressed into a thin line as you flash mick a small grin. “i’ll see you at the couch, okay?”

mick nods, letting oscar and lily whisk him away. it doesn’t take long for you to find logan — this isn’t the first time logan’s gotten into a fight during one of their parties. the american being a hothead is more of a common occurrence than not. just as you expected, logan is in one of the bathrooms upstairs with frederik and liam by his side.

“oh.” liam slowly drops his hands, surprised to see that you knew where they’d resided after yanking a drunk logan away from the backyard. “do you want to–”

logan immediately sees you through the mirror, just as shocked to see that you’ve come to him.

“yeah, can i have a moment with him?” you say softly, shyly pointing at the boy sitting on the sink top. “i just wanna talk to him for a bit.”

“are you sure?” frederik asks, ignoring the way logan looks at him in shock, flabbergasted at the way that it seems most of his friends are against him at this very moment. “do you need me to stay? he’s had quite a bit to drink.”

“i’ll be okay,” you grin with a nod.

frederik shoots you one last stare, in which you pat his arm to reassure him. he whispers to you after liam walks out that he’ll be right outside if you need him. and that leaves you with logan, in the crammy and clean bathroom of the house.

you can hear the music from the party softly, groups of friends cheering at the beer pong table and laughter from those on the dance floor. your breathing consumes the room, but one question remains in logan’s head: what the hell are you doing here?

you take a step forward, grabbing the damp towel that liam had hung on the rack. you take the ice pack lying next to his body and take another step towards logan, pressing it against his nose.

“why are you here?” logan says softly, barely able to look at you as you try and nurse him. if you just asked him, he had been wondering if you were going to walk to him instead of mick when you first stepped out of the house. he had gotten used to that scene whenever he got into a fight.

it’s comforting to see you here next to him.

“are you okay?” you ask, pulling your head slightly to meet his eyes. “your head must be pounding after that.”

he shrugs. “a little. but it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before. i’ll be okay.”

you nod when his hand comes up to hold the ice pack in place, his fingers barely grazing yours. you take a step back and hold your hands behind your back, pressing your lips together in a thin line as you tried to find the words.

there should be more to say than just asking him if he’s alright after mick punched him in the face. you didn’t say another word to him after you left that night you overheard him speaking to someone on the phone — you had just disappeared and removed yourself from the narrative.

“this doesn’t mean anything. i just wanted to see if you’re okay,” you whisper, now looking down to avoid his gaze. you glance at him, opening his mouth to say something before you cut him off. “and i wanted to explain why i ghosted you.”

he closes his mouth, sitting up slightly straighter at your words. this, he is interested in hearing. because to him, he had played his cards right.

“i overheard you on the phone with somebody at my last party here.” you try not to think of what happened often. whenever you did, it fills you with a kind of rage that you don’t usually feel. it just makes you so mad when you think of the way you finally let yourself be with someone and you found out that he had double crossed you in some way. “you were seeing someone while you were with me?”

logan feels his heart drop. he can instantly remember what phone call you’re talking about. he had left his room after he hung up, about 30 seconds after you overheard him and abruptly ran off to go home, then went back down to liam saying that you had left early.

he didn’t know you were there.

“let me explain,” logan sighs, shaking his head. he hops off the sink and takes a step forward, but retracts when he sees you press yourself against the wall behind you. “just hear me out — we weren’t together at the time.”

“that’s unfair of you to say,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “you never asked me to be your girlfriend. you just strung me along for months without a label.”

“i was going to. please, believe me. i just had so much going on.”

“it’s not fair of you to use that as an excuse. do you take me for some idiot, logan?” you fold your arms over your chest and take a deep breath. “what did you do with her?”

logan stares at you. the guilt of what happened that night eats him up, even after you had decided to leave him for good. “it was at a party. one of the nights you didn’t attend because you had something early the next morning.”

“i didn’t ask you when it happened. i asked you what you did with her.”

“it was just a kiss,” logan mutters, shaking his head. “it was just a kiss. it didn’t mean anything. i was so drunk. i don’t know.”

he holds his hands out, hopeful to hold you as he tried to explain himself. you hold your hands up to stop him in his tracks, jaw clenched. you blink, “why? logan, i tried to fit your lifestyle. you asked me out first — why would you do that to me?”

he slumps his shoulders. “i don’t know.”

“that’s not a good enough answer,” you take another breath, “say something besides that.”

“i don’t know,” he shakes his head. “you were never meant to find out. it was a mistake.”

“not good enough.”

logan takes a breath. “i’m sorry.”

and if he had said this earlier, maybe you would have given him another chance. “i don’t care if you’re sorry.”

he contemplates, but he says it anyway: “i love you.”

“you don’t get to say that to me!” your response is instinctive as you jump back, hand on your chest. that’s at least one thing you never expected logan to say to you. maybe you did, months ago, but just not now. not ever. “it won’t change anything.”

“i know. i’m sorry.”

“is that all you have to say for yourself? i– i liked you so much. i can’t believe this is where we are now.” there was a time that you saw logan in your future. it had looked hopeful the longer you stayed with him. you sigh and throw your arms up in the air. “i’m sorry — i need to go. i can’t even look at you right now.”

he nods, leaning back on the sink again. you spare him one more glance and he just shrugs, giving you a small and reassuring smile. a smile that told you that he knew that he did this to your relationship. “please take care.”

you were suffocated by the short conversation you had. you grin at frederik, keeping his word as he lingered outside the bathroom door, as you run over to the stairs. you grip at the railings as you walk down and catch a glimpse of mick on the couch, shaking his leg as he bit on his nail.

you don’t blame him for being a little thrown off when you let yourself be alone with logan.

you appear behind him and he feels his airways clear up at the sight of you. he takes a refreshing breath when you poke his cheek and smile at him warmly. “let’s go, babe?”

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Smut with Peter x Reader where it’s their anniversary ( wedding or dating you choose) and they go raw for the first time and Peter is a absolute mess plus his dick is sensitive

Hiii~! Hm so. Hopefully this is to your expectations-!

So I interpreted, this as a bit of a subby/switch Peter I hope that’s alright.

this also can be read any spidey too :3

Also you didn’t use any she pronouns so I went ahead and made the reader AFAB! :3

18+ no minors <3

Cw:overstimulation, unprotected sex, teasing,switch!reader, switch! Peter.

“Peter…”

“Yeeesss?”

“Why am I blindfolded?”

“Can I not surprise my fiancé?”

Peter says ‘fiancé’ with a French accent, putting extra flavor in the ‘e’.

“You can but why do I have to be blindfolded!”

“Mm cus it makes it more exciting?”

You groan, “get on with it, Pete!”

“Ugh! Ewww ungrateful!” Peter put on a false voice, you held your laugh trying to keep the appearance of annoyance.

“I can see trying not to smile, baby. Can’t fool me” even though you can’t see him grinning, you could feel it.

“Okay, you caught me but please no more waiting I’m excited!”

“Alright.”

You felt a woosh as your eyes adjusted to the light, a gasp emits from your mouth as you feel Peter hug you from behind.

“Like it?”

“Awh, Pete you shouldn’t have.”

The living room was decked out with fairy lights, your couch was made into a fort moved from its original place to make way for big comfy blankets and pillows replaced it, with your favorite snacks and drinks in the middle and your head turned to the tv.

“Peter…” you feel a press of a kiss on your cheek as your eyes glitter with tears, an album of your best moments together plastered on the screen, some of the pictures were just of you when you weren’t looking at Peter. He liked that, taking pictures of you off guard, it was “artistic” he said.

“Do you like it?” You nod squeaking out a “yes”, it was clear you liked it but Peter always needed that extra reassurance.

You run over to the fort, you can’t contain your joy.

“Wait wait, before we sit down.” Peter puts his hands out before shooting his webs to grab a bag on the counter.

“Matching PJs.” Peter shrugs and you squeal with delight.

-

“Peter.”

“Yes, love?”

Your eyes train on Peter, biting your lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing nothing- just..I-I uhm have a ‘surprise’ b-but I feel like it’s lame compared to” you pause motioning all around the room, “This!”

“You know I don’t care about how grand it is.” Peter nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle.

“W-well uhm. I-hh..”

Peter leans into you, eyebrows raised awaiting your answers.

“I-..started taking birth control. S-so we could ..”

“Do it without a condom?” Peter finished your sentence, his eyes glossed over, you nod you couldn’t get the words out so you’re glad he said it for you.

“I-i wanted it to be a surprise for our anniversary” you fiddle with your PJs you lift to see his eyes, his jaw was clenched as you scanned his face your eyes naturally travel down to his bulge.

The fabric strained against it you wet your lips instinctively stealing a glance at Peter’s lust-blown eyes, “I’m not gonna lie..I-i really I want to fuck you right now.”

“I mean” you pause, biting your lip, “I-I told you for a reason.”

You watch that as a glint in Peter started to form, the same glint you always see when you know he’s about to tease you.

“Tell me what you need, pretty one?” Peter’s hand's inch up your thighs, his head dipped down low to try to meet your eyes.

“Pete..”

“Come on, you can do it.” Pete’s lips graze your cheeks, his mouth near your ear now.

“We won’t get anywhere with silence, y’know? Communication is key right?”

“R-right.”

Peter holds your chin hostage forcing you to stare into his eyes, “What do you wanna do, hm?”

Your eyes wander a bit before you snap back to him via his hands gripping your chin hard, it makes you whimper.

“I guess you don’t wanna-“

“No!”

You close your eyes, breathing through your nose because opening them again, “n-no I.. I want t..to have sex with you…!” Your lips wobble after you spoke, he knew you were shy and he loved to exploit it.

“Now was that so bad?” Peter smirked as you broke out of your shy trance, you push him away

“Oh fuck you! You know I get flustered when you do that stuff!”

Peter’s hands play with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, “can’t help myself, you look so cute when your all embarrassed like that” Peter discards your pajamas top leaving your bare chest on display, you feel the urge to be modest but you know how Parker would react. His hands hooked onto your PJS bottoms, you lifted to help him slide them off you.

“God I’ll never get tired of looking at you, y’know that?” Pete traces your nipples with his tongue before undoing his shirt and pants.

You hum in agreement, “What’s with the rush, Petey?” you tease, well try to at least you leaned into his face, planting kisses gently which were returned in good favor. “Mm, when’d you learn how to tease?” Pete’s hands were soft as they cupped your face.

“You”

“Me?” he giggled as you nodded, “Nice to know I rub off on you.” His fingers creep up the sides of your body, eventually reaching your boobs giving them a squeeze then rubbing them in soft soothing circles.

“Pun intended”

“You’re so corny! we’re about to raw dog for the first time and you're making puns?” You climb into his lap, pouting to keep yourself from laughing at his antics.

“Mm, cus I know it makes you happy and cus I know you're nervous..” Petey smiles as your eyebrows arch.

“Mm? I’m not nervous bout that..” your head tilts in confusion until it hits you, he’s nervous. “Aw babe..” you shift your weight, pressing your core into his bulge.

Peter’s breath hitched, “I’m not nervous at all, I can’t wait to feel you cum in me.” Your eyelid lowered, your hands picking at his boxers, before diving into them, fishing out his cock.

Your hands glided up and down his cock, Peter's sharp breath made you grin your pace sped up in the effort for more. “Fuck-! W-who are you? W-what have you done to my fiancé?” Peter smirks in false control, only to be interrupted by a kiss from you.

“S-so soft.. I-i love your hands-“ Peter’s hands grasp your wrist, “but I don’t wanna c-cum there.” You pull your hand away, leaning back to study his face as his hands went to return to favor. Slithering into your waistband, “god, you’re so wet..I can’t wait to fuck you” Peter groans, his fingers slipping up and down your slit, probing your hole.

Your hips buck up with soft sighs, “No point in w-waiting, I’m wet e-enough..” you lift letting Peter slip off your underwear, “I wanna see your f-face when you enter me” you felt hot, you’ve never been this straightforward with him before but you could tell he relished it.

Peter nodded, breathless as you lined yourself with him. You grasp his dick, you push the tip against your clit, letting your slick cover it.

“Fuck- god! That.. that feels so good..” Peter’s words were through gritted teeth. “P-please baby put it in..” you feel a fire ignite in you, you want more.

You leaned against his chest, allowing your body to grind against his cock, letting your pussy slip up and down, “bab-baby fuck that feels so good. Please please- l-let me fuck y-you.” His voice was higher than usual, hands on the floor gripping the sheets, his hips trying but failing not to thrust into you.

“I’m sorry I was just getting payback for all the times you’ve edged me” you leave kisses on his lips, as you guide his dick to your hole, letting yourself slide onto it, agonizingly slow moaning as you adjust. Your eyes gazed at Peter, his mouth open but no words or sounds just pure bliss, his eyebrows knitted together, head thrown back.

You raise yourself, slamming back down, skin colliding on skin making a delicious smacking sound.

Peter whimpers, “fuckfuckfuck- you feel like heaven oh my god! So..sososo warm ohh.”, his hands instantly are off the floor and onto your hips. “Please d-don’t stop..! D-don’t stop pleasepleaseplease…!” Peter’s whines filled the air, his voice made your insides clench.

“Aah- fuckfuck- please do that again. Fuck! it feels so good.” His hands use your hips as handlebars, using them to push and pull you up and down his cock. “M-more more more I need more..! Nngh-“

“Oh god- Pete! Mmhn- “ your legs hug him tight, driving him deeper into hitting directly into your g spot, your head is thrown back as it hits over and over again.

Peter whines, “ooh-“ his thrust are sloppy as he fucks himself into you. “N-never been so dee-ahh…!“ Peter's hands are quickly planted on your back, laying you down, returning to hips in seconds.

A crushing grip, that will leave bruising marks to be remembered and kissed upon tomorrow. Peter’s whimpers swell in your mind as your own choked moans spill out your mouth.

Your hands travel down to your clit rubbing furious circles as you sob in pleasure. “P-peter! Mmmh- so fast..!” Your free hand pulls his head down for a kiss, his shaky breaths against your soft lips, you muffle both of your moans with a searing kiss.

Tongues and teeth clashing in a mess of lust and love, little whispers of “I love you” bounce back and forward as eyes gaze at each other through hazy vision and tears.

“Ooh..Pete-“ your eyes close as you buck up, “S-say my name again, please..” soft touches of the cheek compel you to say again and again, Parker’s fingers dig into your skin as his thrust becoming harder and harder making your body shake as your eyes pinched.

You arch as you feel yourself clenching, pressure building up more and more at your core. Peter keeps his tempo as you squirm, “g-gon-“ your hands go haywire as you let out a scream.

Your ears ring as you pant, fingers splayed out on his chest. “Oooh” Peter whines out more obscenities as he fucks you through your orgasm, “Y-y..fuck even more wet..I’m- fuck soosososo cl-“ peter sobs, hiccuping as his moans get louder.

“Fuck! Ilov- Mm! Iloveyousomuch!!” Peter's rough fingers make their way to clit, harsh and fast strokes make you whine, your body moves against your will trying to match his thrusts.

“I-I’m - shitshitshit- imcummin’!” Peter’s eyes roll back as he pumps into you, a warm pressure courses through your body as Peter's cock pulses in you, “Hhn-oh I-I can feel you in me..” you push your body against his cock, Peter throws his head back as obscenities flow out of his mouth.

“Ah-..! Y-you mm- you're practically milking me. Fuck-“ Peter presses down on your stomach you groan in delight. “I-I’m g-gunna cum again, Ah-mmhnn!” You throw back again, convulsing with pleasure.

“M-me too, fuck your- “ Peter grunts as crams more

cum into your hole, “Y-ya take it..take it”

The room was stuffy, both your heads were spinning as you breathed as you stared at each other.

“T-that was..”

“Amazing, spectacular, sensational?”

You half-hazard hit him, “You’re such a goofball!”

“Mmm, you love it though. Dontcha?” Peter winks with his head tilted, his hair stuck up and all different ways.

“Hate to admit it, but you’re right.” You ruffle his hair.

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Fishman!Law X human!reader

A/n: so apparently fishes lay eggs... ehem... also, I tried my best :P

Tw: smut. Dirty... dirty smut.

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(Y/n) and Law have been together for a long time now, Perhaps 2 years tops? Even she wasn't sure.

Law had saved her from nearly drowning one time, when she was thrown off the ship by her own fellow crewmembers.

He brought her to his home, which was just an underwater cave that had looped around to a big massive dome with a pond in the middle, how does it work? (y/n) and Law questions to this day.

"Hmm... law" she called as they had entered his home once more

"Yeah...?" Law hummed as he placed her down so she can change from her wet swimsuit to some dry clothes she keeps in there.

His eyes were gold with inky black surrounding it, his arms had scales but he had the ability to make them blend into his skin as he was drying off, his four arms looked so delicious with his muscled chest making her stare a bit before snapping back

"I was wondering, I researched some things about this and that."

"This and that?" He raised a brow at this and looked at her while she looked at him with a tilted head. 'fuck-- she looks so damn cute-' he thought to himself but played it cool

"Yeah. You know, about fishmen? I wonder if... fish and fishmen are the same? I mean... they are both fishes, one is just... human like?" She asked herself the last part

"And what did you discover?" He turned to now look at her fully as he was dried up

She hesitated for a bit before shrugging, "that fish lay eggs" she said before stepping over to him and look him in the eyes with pure fascination, "can you lay eggs?"

Law was beyond embarrassed and ashamed at this point.

Yes, fishmen do indeed lay eggs, after all, they're just evolved versions of fish so that's not really something that should change.

He cleared his throat, "i-i mean... we do but... it's weird to explain, so bare with me"

She got all excited and nodded before he motioned for them to sit down at his big soft bed

"We can lay eggs, but... the eggs usually form in the female's body. Though... some types of fish can lay eggs without any other DNA in it... I'm still researching how that is even possible."

"Oh..." she hummed, mesmerized, "so... you can't lay eggs?"

Law debated whether to be truthful or not, eventually he settled to be truthful. He sighed deeply, "my... bloodline can lay eggs without... you know..." he blushed intensely

"I see" she nods with a smile, "but how does that feel though? Like... do you produce eggs while cu-"

"Shut--!" He cuts her off with a hand on her mouth and him blushing furiously

She giggled, "I understand Law." She smiled before kissing his cheek, "do you mind if I use your desk for a bit? I need to finish my homework..." she cried

"Oh that's right, you decided to go back to college, right?"

"Yep...! I want to provide for myself not by stealing or fighting, I want honest money." She said excitedly

"Sure, go ahead." He smiled softly before pressing a kiss against her lips, "just make sure to clean up right after."

"Thanks Law...!"

Later...

"(Y/n)" he called as she hummed from the desk, "I've been thinking... I want to live with you." He states making her pause

"What...?"

"I want to live with you, I want to be with you, not just periodically. I want to move in with you, now that you're back to school, you need someone to take care of you." He states as she paused her studying all together to get up and sit down next to him on the bed

"Are you sure? What about... this? Your home? Aren't you gonna miss it? It's not like you can carry stuff in and out of here" she mumbled

"I can visit from time to time I suppose" he nods, "I can figure it out. Don't worry"

"If you say so..." she smiled and kissed him deeply

He smiled as well before reciprocating the kiss which eventually lead to one thing and the other, the two eventually making out heavily on the bed while slowly shedding off clothes.

Law only had a few articles of clothing making him growl and basically tearing her clothes off of her

"L-law...!" She gasped and covered herself in embarrassment

"Hey now. Don't be shy" he pouted before taking her hands and placing them over her head, leaving him with three free hands that started exploring making her gasp and whine at every whim.

"Those were my favourite pajamas...!" She huffed with a pout

"I can buy you another" he smirked.

Truth be told, despite being a fishman, he's a high paying doctor with a reasonable time. (Which itself was quite rare to begin with)

She just pouted even more making him chuckle and kiss her

She then gasped once more when he pulled her legs away and his other hand play with the wet flower that bloomed in between

"Mmh... I haven't done anything yet and you're already wet... this is our first time, no?" He asks before kissing her again and pushing his fingers inside.

She moaned and threw her head back, Law physically grinned darkly before biting and sucking on her skin as a way to mark what's his, which was all of her

"L-law...!" She whined as her back arched when his fingers brushed against the spot inside her

"Oh... here?" He smirked before playing with the spot making her see stars and eventually come undone with shaky legs and gasping for air. As well as being dazed enough to not realize his hold on her was disappearing for him to take off his own clothes.

"S-so big..." she muttered once she grounded herself when she saw his member, "would that... fit?"

"We can always make it fit" he smirked as his hand then trapped her wrists together over her head once more and his other two hands secure her legs over his shoulders and eventually holding unto her hips.

His remaining free hand took hold of his own member and rubbed it against her wet entrance teasingly making her whine, begging for him to continue

"Alright..." he smirked before starting to push himself inside.

The sheer size of him made her walls stretch unforgivingly as she gasped and moan at how hot it suddenly felt

"L-law...! A-ah... wait..." she gasped once he's fully inside, "s-so big..."

"So tight" he groaned with a chuckle as his free hand from before gripped her thighs and started to grind against her and bite his own lip

"Law-" she gasped before starting to moan and whine

"You're ready" he muttered before gripping her hips rather tightly and raising them to a comfortable position only for him to mercilessly start to pound and abuse her cunt in the most pleasurable way possible.

Causing her to toss and turn in her position while gasping, moaning, and even whining for him to go faster despite his already rough pace

"Faster? Heh... why not." He smirked before adjusting their position swiftly and fulfilled her request by going in and out of her poor sorry cunt as fast and as roughly as he could

It didn't take long for (y/n) to come around him once the tip of his own dick started pressing against her cervix with immense pleasure.

With her coming around him, it just fueled him more as she gripped him rather tightly, sucking him back in as it grew slippery around him, letting him go in and out as much as he wanted.

He could feel his own release coming and his dick feeling heavier and heavier with his eggs.

(Y/n) could already feel the outline of his eggs inside his dick, ready to burst

"W-wait law" she gasped, "I don't think-"

"Shh..." he leaned down to her ear and bite it rather harshly, "just keep moaning like the pretty human that you are."

She gasped and moaned as she felt another climax build up inside her and suddenly release.

Law couldn't take the heaviness anymore and just shoved himself deep inside and release all the eggs stored in his body along with his warm cum.

(Y/n) moaned loudly at the feeling of the eggs filling her up, some of it even pressed rather dangerously against her cervix, one move and the eggs would directly go inside it.

By now there was a bulge by her lower abdomen and the eggs kept coming making her moan and beg law to put it somewhere else

"What a GREAT idea" he grinned darkly before pulling her hips so that he could press deeper inside her and his tip basically pressing against the cervix, the eggs started to enter her deeper inside making her gasp and moan even more

"L-law...! Not in there- I won't be able to- ahh-!" She moaned loudly as her legs shook violently, her insides was now probably filled with his eggs and she doesn't know how to take them out.

It just formed a lumpy bulge on her abdomen making her pant heavily and moan even more until the very last one of his egg slipped past her cervix and deep inside her womb.

"L-law..." she moaned once he slowly pulled out and a few eggs were already starting to spill out but he only put them back and prevented any of them to get out.

"Shh... it feels so good, Huh?" He bit his lower lip once she started squirming and the eggs moving inside her rather deliciously.

"L-law... please... how-" she gasped once law plugged that hole up with some device most fishmen use on their partners so the eggs don't escape.

"I said shh" he rolled his eyes and laid down beside her, he felt her legs immediately close and tighten before rubbing against each other, "hey now. Don't tell me you're getting off of our babies being inside you, Huh?"

"B-but law..." she looked at him with such cute eyes but he already saw those eyes a million times before and not be affected by it

"This calls for some punishment" he chuckled before flipping her over so that her chest was against the bed, his hands once again trapped her in place before thrusting inside her unprepared ass making her scream in pleasure.

"L-law...! You're not planning to-"

"I so am" he smirked before starting to thrust more harsher than before.

Her whines and moans, coupled with her begging for more, despite complaining about what's inside her womb being rubbed against her.

"I'm close" Law chuckled making her moan, "law... please."

Her voice was hoarse at this point. And just like before, his dick grew heavy until he can't take it anymore and spill his eggs inside her now wet anus as she moaned with tears in her eyes.

It felt so much more erotic, being filled with eggs on both sides as he plugs the holes up tightly, not letting any of the eggs escape

"There. We can just clear them tomorrow" he chuckled before laying down beside her spent form, a now large buldge on her abdomen as he softly strokes it's lumpy surface, "you know... I don't mind you giving birth to my children" he hummed at the idea

"Law!"

"Just kidding, don't worry. We can take them out safely tomorrow, even the ones inside your ass and those that were pushed through your cervix." He smirked at the mental image of (y/n) being so full of his eggs they start to slip out themselves.

She grumbled before eventually drifting off to sleep while Law watches intently and kissing her cheek.

"I don't think I'll be able to control myself tomorrow..." he chuckled to himself.

He eventually drifts off as well with a hand on her abdomen.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece law #law smut #law x reader smut #law x you #one piece trafalgar d water law #op.law #op law #one peice

[i-mushi]

I wrote a thing called Daddy Fantasies

First time doing the Daddy Dom thing, thanks @leucineinthesky for starting me down this rabbit hole.

Read on Ao3!

“Come on, we’re going.”

“Do we have to?” You wiggled down into your spot in the couch, loathe to get up. Sure, you’d been planted here most of the day, but Alpine was curled up next to you, and you had your next episode cued up already. You’d made the perfect indent for your butt and a nest with your blanket.

“Yes, we do.” Steve’s chin tilted up just the slightest, and now he was looking down his chin at you, the corners of his mouth pulling down. You felt your belly swoop with a mix of shame and arousal. You was being a brat. “They took care of Alpine while we were all gone for the weekend, this is the least we can do.”

“You’re right,” you said, failing to hide your pout even as you finally started to untuck yourself from the blankets. Steve offered a hand to leverage you up from the couch, tugging you into him when you were standing. You pressed your forehead to his firm chest to hide your grumbling, even though you knew this was the right thing to do.

“They’ll be a treat for you when we get home,” he promised, brushing his lips lightly over your temple. You looked up, and he flashed you a small, indulgent smile. “But we’re staying at least two hours.”

There went any chance of staying up late to finish one more episode. Steve was relentless when he wanted to be, and getting enough sleep was one of his things. “Okay. I guess I should put on a bra.”

“It’s a lazy night in with an old friend,” he replied, hand sliding down to your ass in the leggings you’d been lounging in and giving you a squeeze. “A sweatshirt is fine.” Your smile turned a bit impish, and he gave you a swat on the ass before you could make a smart remark. “You’ll definitely need shoes though.”

As nice as it had been to see your friend, you were glad the short visit was over. You said your goodbyes and walked hand-in-hand to the car, Steve’s big palm dwarfing yours. Steve opened the passenger door but didn’t let go of your hand when you went to go inside, a silent order to stop. You turned to him, and he was looking down at you with a flicker of pride in his eyes. He squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead softly. “Good girl.”

A shudder went down your spine and heat pooled in your belly, the pleasure of being good, being right, making him happy thrumming through you as you got into the car. Steve could make your mind go fuzzy with just a few words.

As soon as he had the car going, his hand landed on your thigh, the weight of it grounding, as he turned out of the drive and headed down the road.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“No, you were right,” you admitted, voice low. “I’m glad we went.”

His thumb started to rub your leg lightly, just a gentle brush of his callouses against the thin fabric of your leggings. “You’re being very good tonight.”

“You did say a reward might be involved,” you reminded him, biting your lip to hide a slightly nervous giggle.

“I did, didn’t I?” Steve smirked at you, glancing over as they pulled up to a red light. “What does the good girl want? Ice cream? A massage?”

You put your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. It was always hard for you to ask directly for what you wanted. You were feeling brave tonight after all this praise though. “You, tonight?” You swallowed nervously and hurried on, “And I know we just sent a message to Bucky two days ago, but can we send another? He didn’t respond to the last one.”

The last few sentences came out in an embarrassed jumble, trying to hide your real request. Steve or Bucky were the ones who usually initiated anything, it just seemed to come so naturally to them. Your therapist had been encouraging you to ask for what you wanted, and while it was hard to put into words exactly what you’d been fantasizing about, you could start with this.

…Maybe later you’d ask to be called good girl more. Or to call him—

“You only have to ask, sweetie,” Steve said, flashing you an encouraging smile before turning back to the road. “And I know he’s on minimal contact, but I have an idea of what we can send him. Something that won’t be a problem with security.”

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While Steve or Bucky were away on missions, any messages from home had to be heavily encrypted, and the words run through software to detect any data breaches or classified information. You had sent plenty of short messages to Steve and Bucky before while they were on missions, but this time Steve wanted to send a message without words.

“Ooooooh St—” Steve’s hand clamped on your jaw, shutting your mouth with firm, gentle pressure that had your heart racing with excitement. He had you rolled on one side, facing the phone set up on the nightstand to record audio, while he laid stretched out behind you, his hard cock pressed to your back.

“What did I say? No words,” he breathed against your ear. Then he bit the lobe and released your jaw, leaving you panting as he caught your nipple between two fingers and tugged.

“Mmmm, oh, oh…” You whined, zings of mixed pain/pleasure lighting you up until he finally released the abused nub to slide his hand down further, rough fingers scraping over your soft belly. You hissed as he slipped two thick fingers over your pussy to rub your clit.

“Good and wet,” he rumbled, biting against your neck when you gasped at the sucking noise of his fingers between your nether lips. Your skin was flushed with heat, and you squirmed with thrilled embarrassment when you opened your eyes to see the big red record button flashing on the phone screen. Your cunt spasmed with need and you moaned brokenly. Steve groaned low in answer, lightly thrusting against your back, smearing precum into your skin.

Your rough panting turned harsher as he squeezed your breast and penetrated you with one finger. You hissed when he started to flick his thumb rhythmically against your clit in time with the gentle thrusts. “Ah, ah, ah—” You wanted to say his name but cut it off into a wordless moan as a second finger joined the first. The stretch ached in the best of ways, his calloused fingers rubbing all the right spots inside you. Your toes curled as he kept thrumming your clit, driving that heat inside you hotter and hotter and your voice higher and higher.

“Louder, sweetie,” he murmured against your ear, and you shamelessly lifted your leg over his hip, spreading yourself wider down there. Now the squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you pounded in your ears, the burning need to come rising inside you. Steve started to roll and pinch your nipple with his other hand as a third finger joined the others, and you could barely hear your constant panting, whining, and breathless moaning over the roar in your ears.

Your hips jerked with every thrust, trying to match his pace, frantic to find the peak. Steve kept up the relentless pressure as his mouth moved back to your ear, voice so soft you could barely hear him with your blood pounding with your pulse. “Imagine Bucky listening to this, baby girl. Coming so beautifully, so loud. Say his name, sweetie. Be a good girl and come for your daddies.”

It didn’t matter how Steve knew; you came apart with a cry of Bucky’s name, shaking and moaning as your daddy milked you through it, safe and wanted and tenderly pushed over the edge in his big arms as pleasurable fire burned through you. Your stuttering cries and groans finally gave way to panting gasps for air, like your lungs had seized you’d come so hard. As you laid there on the bed trying to catch your breath, brain fuzzy with pleasure and a happy confusion that Steve had known, there was the unmistakable sound of slurping and licking as Steve cleaned his three fingers. Red bloomed on your cheeks, but you barely had time to consider that before Steve slid his weeping, rock hard cock between your thighs and encouraged you to tighten your legs.

He grunted as he started to thrust, breath harsh against your ear, and you could hear the hot sound of him sliding against your skin, still wet from your release. You felt a new wave of heat fill you as he ground against your clit, and you rocked your hips with him until the bed squeaked beneath you.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured quietly, hand tight on your hip, never enough to bruise but strong enough to remind you he easily could.

“O-ohhh—” Steve kissed you before you could think about saying any other words, swallowing them whole so the audio could only pick up the filthy sounds of your kissing, the wet squelch between your thighs, and the creak of the bed with each thrust.

It didn’t take him long to finish, panting hard until he was finally spurting and moaning your name. Steve coated the sheets and your pussy with his hot cum, and you groaned too, gasping out his name as you came a second time. Both of you collapsed after that, Steve laying half on top of you, a welcome weight, until finally he reached an arm out for the phone.

“Night, Buck,” he said, and hit stop. He dropped the phone on the nightstand and curled his arm around you, cuddling you to his chest. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you said, sated to the bones in a way you didn’t know you could be. A way you suspected came from certain fantasies that had gone unfulfilled until tonight. You almost didn’t want to ask to break the moment, but as both of your breaths started to settle you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep without asking. “Steve, how… how did you…”

“Been thinking about it for a while. Buck noticed it first, the dynamic. What you need. To be cared for, small. You liked it, right?”

“So much,” you breathed out, heart pounding hard at what Steve was saying. You grabbed his hand on your stomach, and he kissed your cheek.

“Good girl.”

A ripple of pleasure went through you, and Steve’s chuckle was so low you could feel the vibration against your back.

“Buck’ll be mad I didn’t wait for him to get back. But we’ll make it up to him, won’t we?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

#stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers/reader #stucky/reader #fanfiction

[agentmarvel]

nsfw alphabet - johnny "soap" mactavish

afab!reader

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

♡ a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- When you finally manage to wear him out or firmly tell him you can't take any more, Johnny's full of praise. He wants you to know he's proud of you, whether it's for letting him beat one of his personal records or setting one of your own or just taking as much as you did. You'll have to keep a case of bottled water in the bedroom somewhere, too, because he's worried about you getting dehydrated after all the... fluids lost. Isn't big on cleaning up, though. He prefers you teary-eyed, sweaty, and filled.

♡ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- He's got an unusual fixation on your throat, tbh. The way it looks covered in bitemarks and hickies, wrapped by his hand or bulging from his dick, how soft it feels under his lips. He thinks you're gorgeous, obviously, and he loves you so wholly and entirely that he's just so hard-pressed to pick favorites, buuuuuuuut... 👀

On him, though? Johnny is a big fan of his chest. If anyone somehow misses the stock of his arms, they definitely can't overlook his broad, muscular chest. It's his secondary intimidation factor; a silent assurance of your continuous safety at a glance. He loves the nights you fall asleep on those built-in pillows or the way your hands look almost alarmingly small in comparison when you lean in to kiss him.

♡ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Johnny is such a menace about it. He'll cum inside you just to eat it back out and spit it in your mouth. Or he'll finish on your face and smear it around with the tip of his cock, telling you how good it is for your skin. It's cute when you pout about being sticky - gets him hard all over again, listening to you chastise him for making such a mess.

♡ d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- He has this wild fantasy of watching his team run a train on you. The thought of you being stuffed by his friends, filled to the brim with at least half a dozen loads, none of which are his... yet. He'll take his turn when they're done with you and you're begging for him because no one else can please you quite the way Johnny can.

♡ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

- Ain't no way a man that pretty and persistent hasn't racked up a body count. He definitely knows by now exactly what he's doing, especially after taking the time to memorize your body the way he has. He knows where to kiss, where to touch, how much pressure to use, everything. There's not a single secret he can't suss out from the little sounds or miniscule movements. He's observant to a fault. Makes him a solid soldier and an even better lover.

♡ f = favorite position

- Face down, ass up. He wants that back in a deep arch, halfway muffled screams while your head is pressed into the mattress, bruises on the fat of your hips from his vise-like grip. He'll settle for bending you over anything nearby, though. He loves watching your ass jiggle with the force of every vicious thrust, could cum just from the sound alone.

♡ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Johnny is a goofball on his best days, but he tends to be significantly less jokey during sex. Not to say he doesn't find ways to make you laugh where he can, but his focus is definitely on seeing how many orgasms he can wring out of you instead.

♡ h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

- He def manscapes when he's home. Gets the stray brow hairs waxed and shaves down just enough to keep a stubbled appearance on his jaw. Trims the downstairs pretty short as well, but only so he has to do it less often.

(Soap once shaved his pubes into a mohawk. And I do mean mohawk. He grew out a landing strip with the intention of spiking it up so that the curtains literally matched the drapes. 🙄)

♡ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- Johnny has his own form of intimacy. The romantic aspect really stays out of the bedroom - he'll make dinner, bring home flowers, no-occasion presents, surprise drop-ins while you're working, holding your hand any time you go out together, etc. He's pure adrenaline and carnal need when he wants you. There are times where he's less fuck, more make love, but those are few and far between in comparison to the opposite.

♡ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- Johnny’s cranking his hog daily, sometimes multiple times a day. The dopamine release is his cure-all. Bad mood? Nut. Minor aches and pains? Nut. Missing his pretty lil thing while on missions? Nut. Even thinking about you? Nutnutnutnutnut.

♡ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Spit. He'll spit on your holes just to watch it dribble or use it as lube to finger you. He'll spit in your mouth and beg you to spit in his. He'll make you sick on his fingers just to smear it across your face. It's one of his many possessive tactics; a method of branding you as his without leaving those love bites that your coworkers and family question.

♡ l = location (favorite places to do the do)

- He doesn't really have a favorite. Anywhere is fair game, and there's no such thing as inconvenient. He'll obey laws, of course, but that's where his fence ends. It's only natural, after all, and who doesn't admire the beauty of nature?

♡ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- lbr, a stiff breeze would probably brick him up, but he's been found to be particularly fond of you wearing his clothes. He once put his SAS beret on you when you picked him up from the airport; that was a game changer. He spent weeks afterward "forgetting" his sweatshirts at your flat (conveniently always a size too big for you), left his house slippers on the side of his bed reserved for your stays, always put his hats on you when it was even slightly chilly... Johnny has that possessive streak, and anything of his on you riles him up something awful.

♡ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- He isn't big on the idea of any sort of bodily functions or fluids aside from cum, spit, or that time of the month. It's not like he's disgusted by any of it - sometimes things happen spur of the moment, and he's seen it all at some point or another - but the thought of intentionally invoking it doesn't do anything for him.

♡ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- He's a giver, through and through. Whatever you're willing to dish, he'll gladly take and return tenfold. Your mouth makes him cum? That talented tongue is coaxing three electric orgasms out of you at bare minimum. He knows exactly what he's doing.

♡ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

- Johnny is vicious. He's brutal. He's merciless. It brings him unparalleled joy to hear you complain about being sore or see the little hitch in your step from the strain. He's equally stiff, muscles grumbling every time he moves, and he loves it.

♡ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Quickies are 100% a necessity. Often, there isn't quite enough time for extended play, and he damn sure won't allow for something a silly as time restraints to stop him from showing his undying appreciation for you.

♡ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Johnny prides himself on being willing to try just about anything twice; once for the experience, once to decide if he enjoys it. He's always down to test his own limits.

♡ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- This could go without saying, really. John MacTavish is basically the Energizer Bunny™️. He's got a seemingly endless supply of energy that keeps him going for hours. Legit, it's not unusual for one round to last over half an hour, and he'll shoot for 3-5 consistently. Can't ever get enough. He lives for being inside you in any way he can.

♡ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- There is a free-standing cabinet in the bedroom that is FULL of various toys. You both use them, on yourselves and each other. Nothing wrong with a little extra simulation (or a lot 👀). There's also a stockpile of lubes, toy cleaners, and massage oils. Better to be prepared for anything!

♡ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

- Surprisingly, he's not a huge tease. Soap is pretty blunt about his wants. He'll make his advances through lingering touches in certain spots, but the intent is not to get you worked up. It's more along the lines of silent communication to see if you reciprocate the mood. Any teasing he may do comes in the form of foreplay.

♡ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- It's a well-known fact that Johnny is physically incapable of being quiet when he isn't required to be. That man even talks in his sleep. In bed is no exception. He's not shy in the slightest about how good you make him feel, always growling in your ear about how you were made for him. It's like he can't filter his thoughts because he will pant out the most vile shit when he's inside you.

♡ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Soap is really into anal play, both giving and receiving. He'll do 90% of the prep work for you if you let him, and on multiple occasions, he's cum from rimming alone - no additional simulation needed.

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

- He's all corded muscle and chisled features, an inverted pyramid made of solid marble. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and slim hips cut into a perfect V.

6", cut, above average thickness, slight right curve

♡ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- His drive is fucking obnoxious. It's through the roof. Johnny is always keyed up and ready to go at a moments notice (not that he isn't constantly trying anyways). He cannot keep his hands to himself for any reasonable amount of time.

♡ z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- On the nights where you can successfully wear him out, Johnny is out cold in minutes. He'll fall asleep halfway on top of you, careless to how quickly you'll lose feeling in the arm he's weighing down. He won't wake as you eventually wiggle yourself out, either.

#johnny soap mactavish headcanons #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish x you #cod x reader #cod x you #jj writes

[leggerefiore]

Pls,,,pls for the love of God let reader kiss the twins big ol foreheads, I keep seeing fanart of them having short hair and big foreheads and it's,,,s,o cu,,,te,,,,auggh

they took anon out before they could finish saying their piece rip

cw: fluff,

characters: ingo, emmet,

▲Ingo▼

The Subway Boss sat on the couch after a particularly exhausting day. He did not even think to slip off his coat or cap as he treaded in. His gloved hand came up to grasp the brim. He head throbbed a bit from a building headache. The cap now sat in his lap as he instead focused on loosening his tie. The tiredness felt like it could seep out into the world around him with how terrible it had become.

You watched your poor boyfriend nearby, having popping your head out of the bedroom when you heard the door open. Ingo looked pathetic. His head laid on the back of the couch as he closed his eyes and let his mind drift. You knew that he struggled with overworking himself. It seemed this evening was an example of what happened when he did. Slipping out of the bedroom, you crept over to him, careful not to disturb him.

His face was charming, even in this condition. The way his light hair cupped his face alongside the careful styling he attentively worked on. His ever-present frown in his lips, making him always look stern – the way his nose sat on his face in compliment to the rest of it. There was a certain beauty to him that felt inexplicable, except that he was beautiful. His forehead laid exposed, cap gone, and a lack of bangs present. You leaned down to press a soft kiss to it.

This startled Ingo out of his stupor as his silver eyes shot open to stare at you. A giggle left you as you pulled away from him. Pink dusted across his cheeks as he almost unconsciously rose a hand to pull down a brim that was not on his head. “Ah, hello, dearest,” he spoke quietly and gazed down at the floor in embarrassment, “I'm home, clearly. I missed you, too.”

You gave him another kiss in reply. A strange squeaking sound escaped him.

His exhaustion seemed to vanish with your affection, in the end.

▽Emmet△

The younger twin's focus was intense as he locked his hands with his Eelektross's own. They were long in a small spar. It was both a bonding activity and training for the two. Emmet preferred to keep himself in shape for tasks around the station, and this helped him prepare for anything that may arise with pokemon. Eelektross enjoyed getting to do some more weird wrestling with its trainer. It kept on until the Subway Boss found himself on the floor, panting.

You peeked out from the kitchen, curious as to what Emmet was doing. Upon seeing him on the floor, you could only sigh. You checked to make sure the cake you had put in the oven would be okay before heading out of the kitchen. Emmet had strange hobbies, you knew. Nothing off-putting or distressing – just odd. His horde of spiders that he dearly cared for or sometimes physically fighting with his pokemon. You knew they would not hurt him, but he always seemed to exhaust himself out quickly. His eyes were closed as he regained his breath.

You leaned over him and gazed down at the twin. He was a bit sweaty, and his face was flustered from the exertion. His fringes clung to his face and had become disorderly. Lips were parted to breathe in precious air as his eyes were squeezed shut. Even thoroughly worn-out. You held back a laugh as you spotted his exposed forehead. Leaning down, you pecked a quick kiss to it.

Emmet's eyes opened in an instant. Before you could lean back up, he caught you and pulled you down for a kiss of his own. His lips met your cheek as he chuckled. He then pecked a few more before freeing you. You stood up straight, a bit dazed from the sudden affection. Emmet sat up in response and smiled at you. “Verrry cute,” he cooed, “Is the cake almost ready?” He then tilted his head.

You rolled your eyes in reply and told him there was still time. He pouted then.

Emmet then demanded more kisses to fill his urge for sugar.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #pokemon/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader

[leejenowrld]

i need to know if jeno and mfal yn argue is it serious and how do they sort it out?

yeah they argue! it’s not super serious but tears, shouting, yelling, jeno taking the couch, and angry makeup sex is involved!

one instance i can think about of one of their more serious fights is jeno basically having a go at her for impulsively spending money and being reckless with it, basically yn is incredibly clumsy and she looses a lot of things so her solution is just placing an order to replace it. jeno got really pissed off at her for that, it started a quite intense shouting and crying argument where jeno just said that he’s pissed because she doesn’t even try to find what she’s lost and that she thinks money is the easy way out :( yn just sobbed cus she didn’t think it was a big deal at all but suddenly they were arguing about it?

they give each other the silent treatment if they argue lmao and jeno will take the couch but in the middle of the night yn will end up on top of him and he just accepts it… he’ll hold her tight and kiss her sleeping eyelids

and angry sex? yeah! soft and emotional makeup sex? yes! yn will also flash him and he’ll just stop screaming, his mind will go blank and he’ll push her against the closest surface and fuck her and slap her ass and pussy and call her a naughty girl. he’ll choke her and arch her neck, moaning into it as he presses open mouthed kisses to the skin, he’s harsh with it, he’ll leave a mark. alsooo they have a rule for when they argue! either of them can just shout “time out” and they agree to leave it for later and finish it then. they’ll most likely have sex in between and try to forget about the argument and just make love to each other. yn shouts “time out” the most and jeno can’t do anything about it because the next thing he knows she jumps in his arms, legs around his waist and she’ll make out with him and ughhh god

#nct dream #jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct #nct jeno #jeno fluff #nct dream jeno #jeno #nct 127 #jeno imagines #jeno angst #jeno nct #jeno moodboard #lee jeno #jeno icons #fic mfal yn #fic mfal #fic mfal jeno #nct lee jeno