#very comfy very homely very healthy

[protect-daniel-james]

Graham Potter and Thomas Frank are the artistic theater-and-concert-going couple.

#very comfy very homely very healthy #i wish we had more of them together ... #we need Graham in a PL job asap #graham potter #but whose job can he get? i'll sacrifice anyone except Ange Unai Eddie Dyche Andoni Mikel and Thomas (and probably Jurgen)

[eiightysixbaby]

santa baby

eddie munson x fem!reader

2.3k

summary: watching eddie play santa for your kids makes you want to show him some…. appreciation

cw: 18+ ONLY. reader and eddie are married & have kids, oral (m receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink

Presents in crinkly patterned paper are placed delicately under the tree, your nimble fingers making sure each bow is perfect and every tag that reads ‘From: Santa’ is visible.

Eddie tip-toes into the living room from your bedroom, the final stack of gifts in his arms. Your two daughters sleep soundly in their beds, likely dreaming of those sugarplums the stories talk about. He hands you each present one by one, letting you find the perfect place for them around the base of your glittering tree. The tiny colored lightbulbs cast a pretty pink glow throughout the room, and it fills your heart with warmth.

When you’ve finished your work, you turn to see Eddie filling the stockings, the ball of his Santa hat bobbing with each movement. He hangs each one back on the mantle with so much care, he wouldn’t want to drop one and send one of your little ones running to see what caused the noise. A fire crackles in the fireplace, fending off the cold of the snowy landscape outside.

“Is that everything?” he double checks, giving you a sweet grin.

“Not quite. Santa has to eat his cookies,” you tease, moving closer to him and tugging on his hat as you press a kiss to his lips.

“Damn, how could I forget these delicious cookies?” he asks, kissing you on your cheek and squeezing a healthy handful of your ass before moving towards the small table that holds a plate of sugar cookies. You giggle, still blushing like you did the day you met him.

You can’t help but smile when you turn to look at the baked treats, each one having been eagerly frosted by tiny hands. The girls had done their very best, and you know your husband certainly won’t complain about a little too much icing dripping down the sides. A glass of milk rests beside the plate, and Eddie takes a hearty sip of it after polishing off his first cookie.

It makes your heart swell, the way he breaks off one little bit of the second cookie to leave on the plate. A tiny splash of milk rests in the bottom of the cup. To make it look as though Santa couldn’t quite finish it all. This is the first year your girls are both old enough to really enjoy and get excited about the holiday, and it makes you so happy to witness it through their eyes.

Having a partner that plays along perfectly only makes it sweeter. Honestly, Eddie has probably been more into it than you, making everything so fun for your children. He stops at nothing to make them happy, to make things magical for them. He makes things magical for you, too, and it fills you with an impossible amount of joy.

To your surprise, it also fills you with need. A deep, hot desire for the man you’ve made a home with. It’s insatiable, the way it hits you like a train. Something about watching him play up this whimsical figure for the sake of your kids, something about him in that damn Santa hat. Before you realize it, he catches you staring as he sits back in the comfy chair, his eyes meeting yours and his face breaking into a cheeky smile. You might as well be drooling.

“What’re you looking at, Mrs. Claus?” he asks, stretching his arms behind his head, his pajama-clad legs spreading wide.

“I just think…” you start, stalking closer to him, eyes trained on his. “That Santa works so hard…” you murmur, sinking onto your knees between his legs. “Maybe he deserves to be properly thanked.”

“Oh—” Eddie gasps when your hand palms over his clothed cock, feeling it stiffen against your touch.

Wasting not even a second you tug his pants down, his hips raising to help you, and you feel your eyes blow wider at the sight of him. You’ll never get tired of seeing his cock — never. The way it leaks for you, the way he gets so hard from the simplest things that you do. You open your mouth, letting the weight of him rest heavy on your tongue. Licking the tip gently, you run your fingers up and down one of his legs.

“Baby,” he sighs, tipping his head back a bit. “What got into you?”

“Jus’ something about watchin’ you play Santa…” you say, kissing the tip of his cock. “You’re so good to us. To me. Wanna worship you for it,” you say softly, blinking up at him.

And God, how could he turn you down?

“The girls, what if they—?”

“Just be quiet, and they won’t,” you say like it’s simple, and he doesn’t have a moment to respond before you’re kissing your way down his shaft.

He’s struck dumb when you take the head into your mouth, suckling on it with pretty lips. One hand reaches up to grip the base of him, your tongue licking his slit. A heavy breath leaves his nose, his lips pressed in a thin line. His fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand gripping the armrest of the chair so tight it could rip.

You glance up at him, licking a long and slow stripe up the underside of his length. His eyes are half-lidded and dazed as he stares down at you, watching in disbelief. You stop teasing, then, taking him as far into your mouth as he’ll go. Your nose brushes the patch of coarse hair that sits at his base, exhaling through your nose as you adjust to the way he presses against the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers when you start to bob your head, trying your very best to keep the wet, slurping sounds to a minimum.

The hand that was gripping his shaft moves down to his balls, squeezing softly as you hollow your cheeks around him. You can hear the way he struggles to quiet the groans that claw their way up his throat, his breathing ragged. His hands reach up, yanking the Santa hat off so his fingers can run through his hair, tangling themselves in it.

“Christ, baby, thatfeelssogood,” he rushes out, voice breathy. “Your mouth is fuckin’ perfect.”

You pull off of him, still rolling the flesh of his heavy balls between your fingers. You make out with the head of his cock, tongue running over it, saliva dripping everywhere. He takes a handful of your hair, pulling gently to make you look up at him.

“Get up here. Right now,” he says. You know he’s trying to be demanding, but he sounds so fucked out it doesn’t quite work. It makes you want him even more.

Following instruction, you climb onto his lap and straddle it, but not before slipping off your pajama pants. With just your underwear separating his cock from your heat, you grind your hips down on him, sucking in a sharp breath when his tip nudges your clit. His strong hands guide your movements, taking control as he peppers kisses on your jawline, making you tilt your head back in pleasure.

“Need you inside me, Ed, please,” you croon, your breaths staggered.

“I don’t know, have you been a good girl this year? Do you deserve it?” he taunts, raising his brows at you. His teasing holds no weight, he has every intention of giving it to you, but you still nod.

“Been so good,” you say softly, teeth tugging at his earlobe.

A strangled, breathy sound leaves him before he’s shoving your panties to the side, running a thick finger through your wet folds. Wet is an understatement, honestly. You’re soaked for him, and he’s barely done anything to you.

“God damn, honey,” he growls low in your ear. “You’re so wet.” His teeth nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, his lips planting themselves on the delicate skin and sucking. “Watching me play Santa really got you that hot, huh?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and if you weren’t so needy for him you’d roll your eyes. But unfortunately, he’s right.

You whine instead, a featherlight sound that he almost misses through the crackling of the fire. He grips his cock, lining himself up with you as you hover above his lap. You reach down to help him, guiding him into your aching heat as you slowly sink down. You gasp in unison when he parts your walls, each of your mouths hanging open until he’s fully sheathed inside you. Calloused fingers press into your doughy hips, beginning to bounce you on his thick cock. A high-pitched squeak escapes you when you feel him press deep inside, and he instantly covers your mouth with one big palm. He stills his movements.

“Remember when you told me to be quiet? Hm? Now you can’t control yourself?” he whispers hotly in your ear, his breath making your skin prickle.

His hand is removed from your mouth in favor of guiding the roll of your hips once more, keeping you bouncing steadily. You can hear the way his cock glides through your sticky folds, pushing in and pulling out and pushing back in again. His eyes are impossibly dark as they watch you, especially in the dim light, but you can see the lust and adoration burning behind them all the same. You swear you can feel him in every inch of your body as he pushes himself as deep as he can possibly go, making you drop your forehead against his and bite back a moan.

One of his hands pulls the hem of your shirt up in order to expose your breasts to him, his open palm giving the first one a squeeze before rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching. Your back straightens slightly, arching into his touch. He dips his head down, sucking on the nipple his fingers aren’t already toying with. He kisses the soft swells of flesh, nipping and sucking gently while you start to take some control, bouncing yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters around a mouthful of your tits, his tongue flicking over the sensitive buds on each one.

He diverts his attention, moving away from your breasts and instead reaching a hand down down down to where your bodies connect. The pad of his thumb swipes over your clit, making a filthy, desperate huff leave your mouth. You’re getting so close, your body desperate for him to bring you to release.

“Eds,” you sigh, rolling your hips slowly on top of him, savoring every single second of this bliss.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking along your cheekbone. He smiles at you, soft and sweet as he continues to circle your clit.

“So good,” you breathe, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach grow and grow. “Want you to cum, baby, give it all to me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” he taunts, leaning forward and catching your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get you pregnant again? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Everything in you screams yes. Your hormones are on overdrive, wanting him to pump you full of his seed and make it stick.

“Fuck, yes, Eddie,” you agree, throwing your head back.

He bucks his hips up, his cock stretching you so deliciously, reaching the deepest parts of you. His lips kiss any part of your skin they can reach as you completely fall apart for him. Your walls clench so tightly around him as you cum, drenching his cock in your arousal. Giving you a few final thrusts, his movements get less precise as he unravels. Soft grunts leave his mouth as he fucks you through his orgasm, ropes of cum painting your walls in spurts. You cling to him, panting as you recover from your high. Gentle hands rub your back, sliding up under your shirt and soothing you with repetitive motions.

“I love you,” you say softly, crossing your eyes to watch as he presses a kiss to your nose. One reaches your lips immediately after; a drawn-out, lingering kiss that you don’t want to ever end.

“I love you, too,” he says, millimeters away from your mouth after he pulls away. You feel it, almost overwhelmingly, in the way he holds you close.

You shift on his lap, letting him pull out of you carefully. Your thighs are sticky with your own arousal and his as it drips out of you, but you don’t want to leave his comforting embrace. The warmth from the fireplace kisses your skin, making you sleepy in Eddie’s arms. You take his left hand in your own, running your thumb over his wedding band, a pleased hum reverberating within you.

He turns, looking at the clock that rests on the mantle. Just after midnight.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“Merry Christmas, handsome,” you coo, reaching up to brush some of his hair out of his face.

“Can we make this a Christmas tradition?” he asks, giving you a cheeky smile as he pinches the fat of your ass.

“Whatever you want, Mr. C,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him once more.

The night ends with the both of you creeping quietly down the hallway to your bedroom, tangling yourselves beneath warm blankets. Snow falls outside, you can see it through the gap in the curtains as sleep starts to take over your body. Blinking slowly, heavily, you feel Eddie’s strong arms wrap around you, pressing you close to his chest.

In the morning, your girls will wake you with unbridled excitement, ready to see what Santa brought them. But for now, it’s just you and the man himself, dreaming cozy winter dreams.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

OM charicters and how they handle periods

Lucifer

- can and will fuck the shir outta ya if it helps-

- he will also baby you

- I mean- he literally sends the brothers out to gather sweets and other needs

- heated blanket on hand for you

- you can sleep in his bed

- he watches over you as you sleep of you get tired

- none will hurt his little lamb

Mammon

- he panicks

- you're BLEEDING WTFFFF

- especially worried and unprepared if you don't identify as a female

- thinks you're dieing and lucifer wil kill him

- when its explained he does good and gets everything he knows you need

- here, have literally all this expensive chocolate he knows you like

- have all the midol he could find

- have the products you need to survive this- and more♡

Levi

- he probably learned about periods trough anime/an online AFAB friend

- he wont mind if you stay with him, he can clean whatever gets blood on it, you chose to spend time with him, he is hapoy with that :>

- anime and video games to distract you

- you can sleep in his lap as he plays

- you get to share his anime themed snacks

Satan

- for those who get moody during hell, he is here to help

- cat Cafe is the haven for you both-

- he also gets his anger out with you in healthy ways

- you both write out everything, scream out your toughts into the Forrest, and sing along to songs that bring out that anger

- afterwards he will read to you until you fall asleep

- he takes good care of you

Asmo

- feeling extra ✨️horny✨️ he is here to help

- he fucks ya fore a few hours then you both have a nice hot bath, makeovers and stuff

- you get sugar coded fruits with him

- sleep like Royalty and wake up feeling refershed✨️

- literally a phone call away for anything

- period products are in his bathroom too

Beel

- this man has the comfort food

- he will allways share with you and Belphie

- he notices when you come to him more often for sweets and stuff, so he stocks more for you ^^

- om nom nom

- one of the best people to nap with

- he is also a good workout bud to help with the cramps n stuff too

- one of the best boys to go to tbh-

Belphie

- now- of you need sleep- he has ya

- he sees you being tired and d r a g s you to one of his spots, cuddles you, and falls asleep with you

- it's fuckin comfy so ofc you fall asleep too-

- you get only the best dreams by his side

- cuddle, sleep, it's done- he won't stop- help QwQ

Diavolo

- the me is that?

- he didn't know until you bleed trough your clothes sadly

- he helps by haveing teas with you and has barbatos find some thar help with cramping and just to make thibgs more comfortable

- sweets galore (you're allowed to take them home

- you can sit on his lap and cuddle him, he is warm

Barbatos

- he knows when your periods are, its not weird-

- he has products set up in the bathroom near the room you're staying in and the next fee over just in case

- he brings you tea and sweets that help you

- he has a change of clothes for you on the ready along with spare blankets/sheets/pillows

- he can take care of any and i mean ANY of your needs, just ask ^^

Simeon

- he isn't that exposed to them, so he dosent know what to do or if he can interfere

- he decides that he can if you beg him enough or he sees that you're suffering

- finds things that can calm the symptoms and help your body

- gentle massages

- he is a little cold but damn can he take care of you

Luke:

- also has no idea wtf to do

- he learns sweets help and bakes alot for you

- like- they all are get well things or if you like to celebrate it then the sweets are red and pink

- he'll tell off anyone who tries to bother you

Solosus

- he has a potion for that

- you just have to beg

- :>

Thirteen

- hasn't had one, but she likes to help you if you promise to help her on a trap

- or you can be the trap by surprising someone with your moodyness

- she gets the perfect things for you

- a damn good tradeoff

Rapael

- like the other angles VERY confused

- he does help tho

- number 2 for sleep spots, no cuddles tho

- gets you weird foods to try

- about 5/10 could be better

Mephistophlies

- bro dosent know anything about this, why should he?

- when he does learn, he sneaks some sweets into your locker, high quality ofc

- he would give you shit as he gives you some spare clothes

- this man, he finds good shit to help ya

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me barbatos #obey me mephistopheles

[ageofevermore]

TASTE THAT YOUR LIPS ALLOW

SUMMARY — after a morning of insatiable teasing, wanda and natasha take turns completely undoing you

WARNINGS — smut minors dni, soft dom natasha, soft dom wanda, teasing, lingerie, hickies, fingering, nipple play, choking, edging, oral (r and wanda receiving), begging, thigh grinding, face riding, nipple sucking, orgasms

Wanda has a knack for messing with the thermostat when you and Natasha leave, even if it’s just for a few hours. Your comfortable apartment might as well be decorated in icicles if she had her way, the wooden floorboards so chilly that your entire body tenses when the first bare foot is laid upon them after returning home from the shops. You groan Wanda’s name into the otherwise quiet space (save for the buzz of the air conditioner that’s working overtime to accommodate her request), pulling your arms tightly to your middle, practically drowning in her oversized hoodie that engulfs a third of your body. You shimmy out of your denim shorts, letting them pool around your ankles before taking a step forward, attempting, and failing, at adapting to the frigid shock that’s traveling up your body at lightning speed with every step toward the door.

Wanda snickers, knowing exactly what she’s being scolded for without any additional context. Natasha grumbles beneath her breath, coming out of the closet with a new set of comfy clothes on her body. Your girlfriend looks entirely domestic in her pajama bottoms and t-shirt, but the sharpness of her jaw and darkness of her eye reminds you of who she really is, and what she’s capable of. It’s not often that Natasha carries this energy home with her, but she’s been set in a mood for the last few days that has your muscles aching and thighs squeezing together, though she’s yet to relieve that second issue. She’s been teasing you for hours today, your outting to the shops no exception, seeing as she dragged you to each and every lingerie boutique with a sinister smirk on her lips and gave you a healthy description of the ways she’d fuck you into hell in every single skimpy set she suggested.

The thermostat is across the apartment in Natasha’s office, and you’d think that would mean the temperature of your space would remain consistent, considering Natasha craves consistency, but whenever she has the chance, Wanda’s grimey fingers sneak around the dial and twist it down to the low sixties. You have a suspicion she does it so that you and Natasha cuddle into her warm energy, the scarlet vibrations beneath her skin an incentive to cuddle close, but you can’t be entirely sure. Mostly because every time you’ve suggested that reason to her she denies it with a vicious scowl.

Where Wanda is in the apartment, you’re not entirely sure. She wasn’t in the kitchen when you came back from the shops and shouted your greetings with arms full of bags, and she’s not in your bedroom or Natasha’s office, but she’s close enough that her muffled laughter was audible from the bedroom, meaning she’s most likely waiting to catch you in the act of tampering with her air conditioning. On high alert, you hurriedly shuffle into Natasha’s office, letting the cream walls surround you and all of her possessions dance in your viewpoint as you make a b-line for the thermostat. Your fingers barely brush against the ridges of the knob before you feel hands snake around your waist and pull you backward. Your back rests against her chest, the material of her t-shirt rubbing against the material of her hoodie that you’ve stolen without permission. A shiver runs up your spine, and whether it's from the cold or sheer anticipation, you’re not entirely sure.

Her hot breath tickles the back of your neck, furthering the sensation of too hot and too cold that's quickly spreading across your body and down the very center of your bones. If bone marrow could evaporate from internal heat, you’re entirely sure that inside of your body would be dryer than a dessert right now. You lean back into her, finally becoming lax in her grip rather than tense from shock and adrenaline. One hand stays around your middle, while the other runs down your body until it reaches the bare skin of your thigh. Her fingers are warm, and the faint pulse of electricity beneath her skin is noticeable as she drags her fingers upward, now snaking beneath the fabric of her hoodie and scoping out your pantie situation without shame. Wanda is always warm, no thanks to the magic that she harbors in her soul, but it's become a comfort even on hot summer days when she can’t get her hands off of you for longer than a few minutes.

Your breath hitches when she meets the lace of your panties that are already sodden from arousal no thanks to Natasha’s morning of teasing. For a moment, your girlfriend loses her composure and the fingers around your middle squeeze into your skin in shock for how moist the center between your legs already is, but that weakness quickly disintegrates into a dominating stance that weakens your knees.

“I see Nat’s had some fun with you already.” She mouths the words dramatically against the side of your neck, teeth catching against your skin every few syllables. Hot saliva dampens your skin, and the stroke of her tongue against the shell of your ear has your joints quivering for something more. You whimper a response that’s hardly audible, torn between grabbing onto her or leaning forward to hold the wall. Your body feels like jelly, no longer frigid from the low temperature of the apartment.

You’ve almost forgotten about the fingers between your legs in favor of focusing entirely on the hot tongue on your neck, but you’re quickly reminded of their presence when she resumes her adventure of breaking you down. Her fingers explore the lace with careful thought, her mouth sucking a deep purple bruise into your sensitive skin simultaneously. The stimulation you're receiving has your brain absolutely malfunctioning, and you almost don’t recognize her fingers pulling your panties to the side until it’s too late, and a finger is prodding your entrance and pushing deep into your velvety walls. The squelch of your juices is an embarrassing sound that echoes around the office, one that makes your eyes pinch shut in dread, but has Wanda entirely intoxicated. Her eyes are a deep shade of green, pupils blown out so wide her entire eye is almost black with lust. Her own thighs shake with need, but she’s so absorbed with you and your body and your reactions that it doesn’t register in her mind that she’s dripping down her legs.

The hand around your midsection wanders beneath the hoodie, pulling it up and exposing the skin of your torso as it makes its way higher. The lace covering your chest matches the lace of your panties in feel, and it's a softness and intricacy that Wanda hasn’t felt before. Her fingers are still hammering into you, but an added sensation of fingers pulling at your nipples sends your nerves into a state of pure white hot sensitivity that all you can hear is a high pitched ringing.

“Liking that new set I bought her?” Natasha leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest as she watches Wanda unravel you with ease, no thanks to her hours of relentless teasing. You’re like putty in the older woman's hands, melting into her chest with breathless whimpers and whines every time she strokes just right or not enough. Natasha’s resting easily, amused and turned on by the show she’s walked into, although she’d been counting down how long it would take Wanda to devour you whole once she realized you’d gone out in her hoodie. She always was the possessive one out of you three.

“Liking the show?” Wanda rebuttals, moving the lace away from your chest in favor of plucking purposefully at your nipples. The hand between your legs quickens its pace, though even with the brutal speed she’s jackhammering you with, there's a gentleness to her touch that amplifies the feelings she’s provoking. Natasha snorts, though there is little amusement in the sound, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the pair of you. She wraps a hand around Wanda’s throat, squeezing in just the right way with just the right amount of pressure that has your girlfriend struggling to keep her eyes open, entirely dismantling the dominating stance she previously held.

Natasha smirks, leaning in close to Wanda’s face, reminding the redhead who’s really in charge. “Hands off. I’m gonna be the one to finish her off, and it’s definitely not going to be in my office.” Wanda huffs, retracting her fingers from your center, eyes pinched shut at the desperate whine you pitch at the loss of sensation.

“No! No please.” You’re desperate, arching your hips into the gentle hand that’s fixing the lace over your puffy lips, strings of arousal connecting your skin to the soft white lace that’s entirely ruined by now. Your gaze is hazy and unfocused, entirely lost in the trenches of pleasure that have abruptly stopped before you were ready.

Natasha shushes you, cupping your face in her freezing hands and lowering her lips to yours. Her kiss is sweet and slow, but your tongue is filled with urgency as it battles her for dominance, even though you’re aware that you’re not going to win. Natasha bites down on your bottom lip before she pulls away from the kiss, dropping her hands from your cheeks and giving you an even glance.

“Both of you in the bedroom. Now.” She demands, waiting for you to scramble out of the office and into the bedroom before she reaches toward the thermostat, and turns the dial back toward the low seventies, completely intent on buying a lock that keeps Wanda’s troublesome fingers away.

When she returns to your shared bedroom, she notices that the little clothes you had on have been scattered across the floor in messy piles, and that despite her warning, Wanda is between your legs, devouring your pussy with a feverish desire that almost distracts her from the plan she had. The redheads tongue laps at your sensitive folds, and the sound of suction being broken as Wanda pulls away from your clit in favor of lapping at your gushing entrance provokes goosebumps to rise on Natasha’s spine. The older redhead clears her throat, unhappy with the predicament she’s found the both of you in, although she has a feeling you’re not the one who initiated this encounter. The sound of suction being broken for the second time seems to remind Wanda of the orders she’s been given, and when she pulls away from your dripping center sheepishly to smile at Natasha with slick coated lips, a blush rises on her cheeks.

“I’ll get to you later.” Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda, though there is a fondness in the way her lips quiver into a grin that she tries to hide for the sake of keeping up appearances. Not bothering to undress herself, Natasha kneels on the edge of the bed, bearing her weight on the mattress that sinks in tune with her. She hovers above your trembling body, drinking in the sight of you so pathetically desperate and aching for relief, knowing that she’s partially to blame without even touching you. “What about you, hm?” One evil finger snakes between your legs, ghosting over your swollen clit with a gentle pass before it disappears entirely. “Have you had enough teasing today, malysh?”

“Nat.” You whine in response, knowing that she knows the answer, and reaching for her t-shirt to pull her flush against your chest, desperate to close the gap between you. You whine when the fabric brushes against your sensitive nipples, no thanks to Wanda’s pinching and twisting earlier. “Please. Natty, please!”

Wanda’s a panting mess behind you, and with the jerky motions of the mattress, you have an inkling her hand in down her pants and she’s relieving the ache between her legs without interruption, unlike you. Your hips scramble to find a rhythm in grinding against Natasha’s leg, desperate whines falling around your lips as you get into a good pace that knocks your clit just right with every other pass. Cold hands settle on your hips after a few seconds, pinning you in place with gentle urgency.

“Stay with me.” Natasha whispers endearingly, mouth hovering just above yours now, her breath hot against your skin. She wasn’t so attentive all those hours ago at the shops, but you’re grateful for her change in heart that will hopefully lead to you getting that orgasm you’ve been chasing for days. “Mouth or fingers, which do you want?”

“M-Mouth. Your mouth, please. Please.” You beg, dropping your hands into her hair when she moves down toward your hot center, picking up where Wanda left off. The first pass of her tongue through your sticky folds is gentle, testing the waters, before she dives in completely, vulgar sounds escaping your lips as she goes to work in cleaning you out, pushing her tongue into your entrance as far as it’ll reach before extracting it and making a pass over your sensitive clit. Her fingers tug at your nipples, flicking over the sensitive nubs that have handled so much abuse already.

“M-More. Please.” Your broken request is met with efficiency, Natasha shuffling farther down your body and abandoning your nipples so that one hand can hold your hips in place, while the other plunges two fingers into your dripping entrance that was previously stretched out by Wanda. Your nipples aren’t left to recover for long however, as Wanda crawls overtop of you, sopping pussy in eyeshot as her hot mouth engulfs your over sensitive nubs with an urgency you’ve only met a few other times.

Natasha’s fingers are curling into your velvety walls, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that makes your nerves feel like there are a few thousand fireworks exploding inside of them. Straining your neck, you attach your mouth to Wanda’s cunt, moaning at the slight tang of her arousal on your tongue. Her hips twitch at the sudden sensation, entirely sensitive from her own stimulation just seconds ago, but within seconds she’s searching for more from you, beginning to grind into your mouth with a passion, chasing her own high as Natasha brings you closer to your own.

Natasha can feel you getting close around her fingers, so she doubles down on her pace, and blows a cold stream directly onto your clit, giving you permission to finally fall over the edge. As she coaxes you through your orgasm, Wanda falls apart as well, hips spluttering to find friction as she rides your tongue until she's satisfied, the both of you collapsing into a pile of weak limbs that provokes an infectious giggle from Natasha’s chest.

Crawling up into the center of the bed and settling into your typical cuddling position where you’re in the middle and Natasha’s are around both of you, she makes sure to drum her fingers against Wanda’s belly before speaking, “Wands, the next time you touch that thermostat, it won't end as nicely for you.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #dom!natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #dom!wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wandanat #wandanat smut #wandanat fluff #wandanat x reader #dom!wandanat x reader

[vinsmokesangio]

"are we on a date?"

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader

summary: you and tom met not long ago, but the connection you have and affection for each other turns into something more. tom is three years older than reader, she’s initiating in acting.

genre: only fluffy - at least for now

warnings: english is not my first language | no proofread.

N/A.: Hi! I really want to turn this into a series, but I need reader engagement to know if it’s worth it! Don't forget to comment, reblog, and tell me what you think <3 read my social media au here!

word count: 954

It was a cloudy and cold Friday, and you’re feeling completely tired. After several classes and auditions throughout the day, all you wanted was to be at home watching your favorite movies and rest with your comfy pajamas. Picking all of your stuff at the restroom to finally go home, your cellphone rings with a message from Tom, your best friend. Suddenly, there are some butterflies in your stomach… looks like the universe heard you.

It was a wonderful idea, right? Tom’s busy as hell since he got important roles and projects, and despite feeling really happy and proud of him, you miss him a lot and all of your quality times.

Something about the nickname gave you so much comfort and warmth in your heart. Tom was picking you up by car at your drama school in a couple minutes and you couldn't help but feel anxious in a good way.

"Hi pretty boy!" - you grinned while hugging him and putting on your seatbelt. 

Tom was wearing a gray sweater matching wonderfully with his pretty blue eyes. Smiling at you, he responded:

"I’ve missed you a lot, honey. How’s your day going by far?" - He said and headed on his way to the nearest coffee shop. 

"I’m just exhausted. We're in the final stretch of the Christmas play and I've never felt so tired. It’s like, I don't know, but my mind needs a break." - You sighed, staring in front of you, looking at the light traffic on the busy avenue.

"And I’m here to make your wish come true" - he chuckled. - "We can grab some coffee and watch silly memes on the internet like we used to do, whatcha think?" - Tom is always so gentle and lovely. 

Your friendship was really a very healthy, comfortable thing... and every time you saw each other, it was as if you never had any problems in the world. It was just you and him, inside jokes and comfort. You wished you could say how important he is to you, but instead, you simply nodded while you both entered on the drive thru and took your order. 

Tom parked the car at the coffee shop and you spent hours updating each other on your busy routines, laughing over tiktoks, singing... There were also moments of comfortable silence between the two of you, the calm you loved and needed so much. 

He looked different this time. You didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen each other for a while, but you could feel that something inside you and the way you looked at him was different. A few sparks every time he smiled at you, and you swore you could feel the same coming from him too.

Her cell phone rings, breaking her out of her reverie, showing a call from your mother. You realize that you forgot to tell her that you would be coming home later today, but all you had to do was tell her that you were with Tom and her worry would disappear. She loved him. Sometimes it seemed like she loved him even more than you, her own daughter.

“Enjoy your date tho”, your mother said cheerfully on the other side of the line. You couldn't help but chuckle and feel your cheeks burn, as you looked at your friend who had a confused expression on his face. Before you could answer, she hangs up the phone.

"What does she said? Why were you laughing?" - Tom asked with a funny expression while taking a sip of your already watery iced coffee.

"It’s nothing! Curious boy." - you poke him.

"I don’t believe you. But I know you enough to know that one day, when you least expect it, you'll tell me like it's no big deal." - He teased as he pointed at you between each word.

"I want to show you a video that I forgot to send you." - you tried to change the direction of the conversation, wanting to avoid confessions that might come out too soon. Your mother was always right, and it made you wonder if you were actually on a date with Tom. 

After a burst of laughter, you find yourself in a awkward silence trying to catch your breath. “It’s time”, you thought.

“Enjoy your date”, my mom said at the phone. - you finally confess, avoiding his gaze.

Tom looks at you with a surprised, but fun and provocative expression:

"So… are we on a date? Kinda looks like one to me." 

You can't hide your smile mixed with an expression of surprise and doubt. It's really impressive how Tom always found it easy to confess things, to be direct, but his goofy personality - which you loved - always confused you about whether he was being serious or not.

"I wouldn't mind if we actually were in one." - You said in almost a whisper, but he clearly listened.

Finally you find the courage to look into his eyes, and notice his calm smile looking into yours with admiration and affection.

"I thought you would never say that. You're a bit slow to even ask me on a date, frankly, buttercup!" - He scowled at you, making you laugh nervously. You're so lost in his "confession" that you can't even notice his hands on your thighs.

The comfortable silence that existed between the two of you suddenly became a little awkward. You take a deep breath, and slowly lean over him to join your lips in a calm kiss, with all the accumulated affection. He reciprocates by taking one of his hands to your face and stroking your hair with the other.

If there was any doubt about his feelings towards you before, it disappeared at that moment.

#tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth imagine #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #coriolanus x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #giowriting

[redr0sewrites]

Adam (or lute) with a really insecure S/o? like to the point of wearing baggy sweaters in extreme heat type. I imagine either of them having absolutely none of that-

ok but this is so real hello??? i love this request!!!

🥀Cw: angst to fluff, adam being adam

🥀Pairing(s): Adam x reader, Lute x reader

Adam:

adam isn't the most observant person in the world, so when he first met you, he didn't really notice anything strange about how insecure you are

adam fell hard and fast, and once you two were official, he began to notice the effort you put into hiding your body

he also noticed how, compared to him, you never bragged about yourself and you were always so self depricating

adam isn't very... empathic, and he sometimes has a hard time understanding your insecurities

adam doesn't understand why you don't love yourself- he thinks you're stunning and smart and gorgeous. how could you not see how wonderful you are?

he's mever been great at communicating, but he makes it a point to start reminding you how "fucking awesome" you are, and how lucky he is to be with you

when it comes to baggy and heavy clothes, adam doesn't care much about how you dress, moreso how you feel

he'll offer you his oversized shirts if it will make you more comfortable, but if you're deliberately overheating just to hide your body? no, that's not okay

thats probably when he'll pull you aside and ask whats up

while adam isn't great at explaining himself, he tries his best to articulate that he doesn't care what your body looks like or what you wear, as long as you're happy and comfortable

however, that also means he doesn't want you overheating or getting yourself sick, and will offer to just chill at home with you instead of going out

on days when you're feeling really insecure, adam will give you his robe to wear to make you feel more comfy, and will curl up with you on the couch in your shared apartment, far away from anyone else's prying eyes

adam just wants you to feel comfortable around him, and wants you to know that he loves you regardless of what you look like, but will never try to force you to be less insecure and will always try to make you more comfortable

even if he's a bit of an asshole and doesn't always understand, he's your asshole and you wouldn't have it any other way

Lute:

if you're datinh, lute worships the ground you walk on, she genuinely thinks you're perfect and doesn't understand how you could think otherwise

lute is also pretty observant and notices right away how insecure you seem to be

she takes it upon herself to compliments you often, not only on your looks, but on your skills and personality as well

lute doesn't show her body much either so she doesn't really care whether or not you do, but if you're hiding your body to the point where its genuinely harmful? nope. not gonna fly.

she's more mature than adam and would sit you down to have a conversation with you about how you feel

she doesn't want it to seem like a confrontation, she knows how sharp and rude she can appear and doesn't want her icy demeanor to scare you away

once she understands the situation a little better she offers genuine advice and is always very supportive

lute would invite you to go on walks with her, or to sit with her while she works out, and overall just offers to spend more time with you to work through any insecurities you may have

she doesn't want you to feel like you have to hide any part of yourself when around her, and will kiss every inch of your body and praise you to the moon and back until you understand that

lute wants you to stay safe and would fret if you overheated, as much as she wants you to be comfortable she also wants you to be healthy- physically and mentally

she understands that you don't want to purposefully overheat and doesn't blame you, but she is also pretty serious about you keeping yourself safe

on hot days you both mostly just stay home, and whenever you're feeling especially insecure she cooks you your comfort meal and chats with you to get your mind off things

i need them both this is not a drill. also what if i told you i had zestial x reader in my drafts huh. what then.

#adam x reader #adam x you #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x you #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute x reader #lute x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #lute headcanons #adam headcanob #adam x reader x lute #hazbin hotel x you

[wileys-russo]

Could you do a blurb of leah Williamson x reader like in the tiktok you posted with the Nike tech. Like bf leah but like even more than before.

tech fleece II l.williamson

"baby?" you heard your girlfriend let herself in as you sung out you were in the kitchen hearing her footsteps make their way toward you.

"hello gorgeous." soft hands grabbed your face from behind, tilting your head back so the blonde could lean over you to place a few sweet kisses on your lips, the last one lingering for a few moments before she pulled away.

"missed you today sexy." her hand smacked your bum with a wink and a sloppy kiss to your cheek before she backed away. "charming as ever darling." you sighed with a shake of your head, dropping the wooden spoon and spinning around. "oh leah." you bit down on your lip at the sight of her.

"what?" she frowned as you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh. "the matching tech fleece...babe." you shook your head disapprovingly with a snicker as her scowl deepened.

"what about it!" she repeated, now crossing her arms over her chest. "lets just say if i do this, theres a beautiful twenty six year old woman who i adore." you took a step back and held up your hand, squinting your eyes and using it to cover her body.

"but if i do this...there's a grubby fifteen year old chav blasting grime on the tube and spitting on the ground for no reason." you moved your hand up to cover her face and show off her body instead. "oo or maybe a roadman?"

"a chav or a roadman she says!" leah scoffed in offence as you dropped your hand and grinned. "better than a bin man?" you teased returning to the stove. "i've told you before you can wear a tech fleece hoodie, jacket or joggers separately, but never all together leah, never all together." you remanded, the blonde mocking you under her breath.

"its comfy! you're so nasty to me, its a god given wonder i put up with you." leah huffed, running a hand through her hair and pulling herself up to sit on the counter.

"oh how do you do it leah? laundry always done, house clean and tidy, home cooked meals on the table, cracking banter and fantastic sex. what a horrid life you have to live, my selfless brave hero." you pouted mockingly toward the older girl.

"yes its a real burden i shoulder for the good of my country." leah sighed, patting her chest where normally some sort of football crest would be sat making you roll your eyes at her antics.

"that smells...healthy." leah frowned suspiciously at the stir fry you were making. "you can unclench this is for me, there's chicken and smileys in the oven for you child." you chuckled nodding your head as her face lit up.

"oi i am not a child! i'm actually older by elven and a half months thank you very much." leah scoffed realizing your subtle dig. "you have the culinary pallet of a toddler and now you're dressing like a troubled teenage boy. child!" you pointed the wooden spoon at her accusingly.

"right i'm not putting up with this abuse any longer. i'm going to wipe all this crap off my face, which you have still not complimented! and then i will return and you better have worked on this pissy attitude young lady." leah warned sternly, pointing right back at you as she hopped down from the counter.

"you look beautiful babe, as always." you smiled, moving to hug her tightly and softly kiss her slightly tinted pink lips from the makeup she had on, having spent nearly the entire day out with media committments.

"just change out of this horrid tracksuit while you're up there yeah?" you now smacked her bum with a wink, backing off as she shook her head and strode out of the kitchen toward your shared bedroom.

"nasty little woman." "i will throw your smileys in the bin williamson!" "obviously i meant gorgeous gorgeous woman whom i love and adore!" "you are on thin ice roadman."

~

"what the hell took you so long?" you chuckled as almost an hour later your girlfriend returned downstairs, having been up in your bedroom the entire time doing god knows what. but she had wiped her makeup off and tied her long blonde hair up into a disheveled bun which sat atop her head.

you'd already long finished cooking, having dished up your dinner and left leahs to stay warm in the oven, sat on the sofa eating.

"i was using the toilet." the blonde shrugged, smacking your forehead with her hand as she passed by you and made a beeline for the kitchen. "for forty minutes?" you laughed at her answer, well knowing she'd have just sat on the bed doom scrolling the tiktok feed she claimed not to care about.

"why are you suddenly so interested in my bowel movements you creep?" leah retorted , hissing as she reached for her plate in the oven, touching it for a second before quickly re-thinking her action. "ugh i didn't mean it like that, i don't need to know a bloody thing about your bowel movements thanks mate." you grimaced in disgust, tuning back into the television.

"don't mate me i'm your missus." your head was shoved to the side by her hand as leah collapsed onto the sofa beside you, and you barely had time to lift your bowl up before her feet swung into your lap. "missus? someone's been hanging round katie too much." you teased, both of you quite close with her irish team mate.

"you didn't even change!" you realised, poking accusingly at her tech fleece joggers making her roll her eyes again. "i'm comfy! stop bullying me." the blonde huffed, darting forward to snatch the remove from where it rested on your thigh.

"leah!" you huffed as she switched stations, groaning as of course she'd put on the football, arsenal due to play in their next premier league match.

"i was watching big brother." you tried to grab it back off of her but she raised her arm, taller than you and easily holding it out of your reach as her eyes never left the screen.

"and? you can watch it on catch up tomorrow babe. my boys are playing." leah shrugged, leaving the remote to rest on the top of the sofa as you sent her a withering glare. "i don't want to watch the football." you groaned in frustration, though really you knew you weren't going to win this. your girlfriend bled north london through and through and there wasn't a chance she would miss this game for anything.

"didn't ask, don't care." leah spoke with a mouthful of food making your lip curl in disgust as you smacked her ankles which rested in your lap. "asshole." you grumbled, shoving her feet off you and standing to wash up your empty bowl.

"get me some more?" leah held out her half finished plate, eyes still glued to the tv. "pardon?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow. "get me some more please baby girl." leah flashed you a smile and wiggled her plate as you grabbed it with a roll of your eyes.

"thank you sweets." your girlfriend patted your bum with her spare hand as you gave her back the plate, shooting her a glare as you sat down. "what? you love it." leah grinned, swinging her feet back into your lap.

"babe didn't you just buy new socks?" you frowned at the holes in the bottom of them. "yeah and i'll wear them once these aren't good enough." leah shrugged. "these aren't good enough they're riddled with holes! get rid of them." you chuckled, whining and shoving her away as she moved her feet to teasingly rest on your face.

"leah!" you groaned as she swung her body around and collapsed herself on top of you. "honestly you are such a teenage boy sometimes. lia was right!" you scoffed, struggling to move her off of you as she went limp.

"hey! you know i hate it when the two of you gang up on me." leah pouted, rolling off of you. "then stop giving us a reason to." you rolled your eyes, smacking away her hands which poked and prodded at your face. "relax the face baby, relax the face." the blonde cooed mockingly, stretching your skin with her thumbs.

"you're one to talk! you've already got wrinkles from all that scowling and frowning." you hit back, causing her to scoff in offence and let go of you. "no you can't leave!" you stood to retreat to the bedroom, leah lunging to grab the back of your hoodie.

"i told you i don't want to watch the football leah." you sighed as she adjusted her position, sitting where you had been and pulling your body in between her legs.

"you always sit with me when the boys play, its bad luck if you aren't here baby." leah frowned somewhat adorably, forever superstitious as you sighed again this time in defeat. "let me at least go and get my book." you bargained, her grip on you loosening allowing you to dart to the bedroom and back.

"comfy love?" leah mumbled against your neck, peppering the skin with gentle kisses as your back settled against her front, nodding and propping your book against your knees, leah kissing your cheek a few times before her attention returned to the game.

"again? you are fucking jokin me!" leah later yelled at the tv with a loud groan as arsenal conceded and you couldn't help but chuckle at her passion. "you do know they can't hear you through the telly right baby?" you teased, head tilting back to look up at her in amusement.

"if i'm loud enough they might come on boys!" leah yelled again, thumping her head back against the sofa in frustration. "oh i can't watch this anymore." leah sighed, slender fingers wrapping around your wrists and tugging your hands to cover her face.

"so we can go to bed then?" "absolutely not, they could be on the come back." "leah, my love its 3-1 and there's ten minutes left, face it baby they've lost."

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #leah williamson #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso imagine

[slashers-and-rats]

the need to gnaw.

brahms heelshire x fem!reader | nsfw | oral fixation, titty sucking, somnophilia

rat chat: I’m in a bit of a creative rut, so don’t be mad if this isn’t the best piece of writing i’ve ever done. I’m trying.

brahms had many a bad habit.

you had credited it to the fact that he lived in the walls of his childhood home for nearly 30 years. it had been something that you struggled with at first. the very idea that he had been seemingly packed away, thrown into the crawl spaces like some discarded family heirloom, made your heart ache. it was even worse when he had come out, and you had to see all of the different coping mechanisms he had developed to stay alive. he never ate a full meal, and hid scraps away in his pockets as he didn’t know when he’d be out of hiding to get food again. he went as long as he could without changing his clothes, because there wasn’t often an option for something clean. he was selfish with his things, scared that if he put them down he’d never find it again, or it would be taken from him. he slept in a near nest of his favourite dolls and collectibles, even some of your own clothes had found their way into the pile. stealing had been another point on your list.

these were all things you had worked to ween him off of. you encouraged him to sit and eat a whole meal with you, reassuring him the food wouldn’t go anywhere. when he was full, you would stop him from taking the extras, stating that you could always make him more later. it didn’t have to be scraps for snacks, he was allowed to be in the kitchen whenever he wanted. you had even set up special cupboards for him, so that he knew that anything inside he could take without asking, and you made sure to stock it with his favourite treats.

you got him new outfits. it was one of the first things you did, after seeing him wear the same thing over and over for a week. you explained that there wasn’t much point in bathing him every night if he was going to put back on the same stuff, and so you ordered him nice, comfy clothes (wifi being something you had also gotten around the same time). you had to compromise with his sweater, as it was something he was quite attached to, and so when he would take it off for bed, you’d stay up and get it washed and dried right for when he was up in the morning. you did the same thing with his mask during these times, scrubbing and rinsing it in warm water, drying it carefully with a cloth, before setting it back exactly where he put it. you did it once every week, deciding that spending one night up passed bedtime was worth making sure he was taken care of.

you cleaned up his space, and taught him to not hoard the things he had. this had been more difficult. he was a selfish boy, it was a trait he learned out of necessity. he was scared to lose what little things he had. this even applied to you too, as whenever you’d leave to go do some shopping, or someone would deliver something to the house, you’d have to stop him from having a tantrum. you started off small. he had invited you into his crawlspace one day, and by the next evening it had been tidied and his things had been organized. the trinkets and bobbles he played with were put into bins, and you had to explain to him that holding onto everything wasn’t good. he was especially scolded for stealing your own favourite clothes, and you tried to ignore when you pulled a panty or two out of the piles around his little sanctuary.

he didn’t like some of these changes. he didn’t like it when you cleaned up his nest, because the feeling was new and uncomfortable. change was odd. but, whenever he saw how happy you looked, he felt as though he could handle it. it quickly became a routine for you both. you’d do something new, and he’d adapt at a slow but steady pace. over time, he pushed back less and less, and soon you had him being a fairly well-behaved, as healthy as possible, grown man.

some habits stayed. after all, you didn’t want to change him completely. you only adjusted what wasn’t good for him. things like wearing the mask, sneaking treats when you weren’t looking, whining when he had to take a bath at the end of the day- these were things you could handle. he may ruin an appetite, or prolong the inevitable cleaning, but you could handle that.

one habit, though, seemed to be getting worse and worse as time went on.

when brahms had first slinked out of the walls, and had refused to even give you a peek of his face, it wasn’t noticeable. you couldn’t see his features, or the way his teeth would chew the inside of his cheeks and on his lips. he’d retreat back into his sanctuary at the end of the day, and you wouldn’t know he was sucking on his fingers as he slept, or gnawing on a random toy you had bought him.

you didn’t ever notice his oral fixation until it began to directly affect you. it started small. as you lived in the house, and grew accustomed to having this odd version of a roommate, you two became more comfortable with each other. the second brahms had learned physical affection was on the table, it was all he wanted. you’d find yourself preparing lunch, with his arms wrapped around your middle and his face pressed into the crook of your neck. when you were reading, he’d have his head in your lap, and cheek pressed tight to your stomach. he held your hand when you two walked through the halls together, he urged you to kiss him more and more every time you tucked him in.

he slept in his own room, but you knew that sometimes he’d sneak into your bedroom when he thought you were asleep, and he’d just run his fingers over your cheek. he was too nervous to do anything else, but it always seemed to make him so flustered anyways. such simple things seemed to overwhelm him, and you supposed that after years of being alone, you’d be the same way.

these two things collided over time; his oral fixation and his need for human contact. or, more specifically, you’re contact. he had never thought to touch anyone else before, but when you had come around… he wondered for a long time if the magic spoke of in books were real, and if you had cursed him. it was a long conversation when that had idea had been poised to you.

it had started slow. one day, as you were cuddling with him, you felt his lips mouthing over your collarbone. it wasn’t hard enough to be noticeable, it was soft and light, and you had assumed it was just his breathing. when you kissed him goodnight, and your thumb rubbed over his mask, he’d get brave and slip it underneath the chin of the porcelain, and kiss the pad of your finger. you never noticed, but right before you’d pull away, he’d try to slip it past his teeth and against his tongue. when you held him as he was fretting over something, he’d bite down on your shirt, as it was the closest thing to your skin he could find. he didn’t want to hurt you, he was afraid that would scare you off, but he wanted to feel you in between his teeth. he wanted you to fill his mouth and relieve this constant urge he had. he couldn’t take it. something about you, and how soft you were, and how sweet you looked- he wanted to devour you. but, at the same time, he just wanted to rest his lips around your fingers and suck on them as one would a pacifier.

there had been one night in particular where you finally felt the extent of his obsession.

the moon had been high in the sky, and small streams of its light trickled in through the window. it shone across you both. you were wrapped tight in brahms’ arms, legs tangled like intricately tied knots. his upper limbs coiled around your torso, and pressed your chest tight against his cheek. his mask had been discarded the second the lights went out for the night, and his sweater had been shucked off in exchange for his boxers and tank top for bedtime. he was comfortable, and felt safe being with you like this. he didn’t want to let go.

that was posing a personal problem to him. as you slept soundly, brahms became restless. he needed something in his mouth. the empty space was becoming a distraction for him, and it made him wriggle and squirm in frustration. if he moved his hands, though, he wouldn’t be able to hold you as closely. it wasn’t an option. after all the work you had done to ease him out of his more selfish traits, he still found that same fear of loss looming over him. to him, if he let go of you now, you might wake up, and scold him for being up so late into the night. you’d tell him sleeping in the same bed as you was a distraction, and that he should’ve been resting long ago, and that he’d have to go to his room. he didn’t want to. the very thought made him tighten his grasp around you.

he swallowed thick, the sound echoing through the near silent room. all that could be heard was your gentle, rhythmic breathing, and brahms’ own worrying. it came in the sound of shifting sheets and small whimpers. he was growing impatient. he didn’t like it. he was tired, admittedly, but that wouldn’t be enough to numb his urges. he needed something, anything.

as he was quietly squirming, looking for any solution to his ever growing problem, his cheek brushed against your breast. as it slid over his skin, he felt a small bump skid past the corner of his lips. brahms had rested his head on your chest many a time before, but you usually had multiple layers on, or weren’t so vulnerable. this time, as you slept unaware of the current situation, your body had reacted to something he didn’t understand. maybe it was the contact with his face, or the press of his body against yours that entire night, but your nipples had grown hard.

he had to pull back his head to get a better look, surprised. you had been taking certain “anatomy lessons” slowly. he didn’t know much about your body, or his own for that matter, but he had heard you vaguely mention your nipples getting hard when it was cold. the few times you two had gotten intimate, he had caught you squeezing them in between your fingers as he ground his hips in between your thighs, and he’d take over for you, ever the one to please.

this was different, though. in this moment, when he was overrun with this eagerness to be full, something so simple and cryptic before was seeming to make total sense to him now. he examined your chest for a moment, watching the way your shirt rose in perfect little dots around the centres of your tits. it made him lick his lips. his eyes darted up once, twice, three times, and when he found you were still deep in rem, he took a chance.

he was slow, his face creeping up to your chest until his lips wrapped around the clothed bud. for a moment, once he was attached, he didn’t move. he waited, listening through the dark to make sure you hadn’t begun to stir, and when he didn’t hear anything he continued. he licked tentatively, wetting the fabric of your pyjama shirt and playing with it between his teeth. he stayed gentle, at first, barely moving.

it felt right. he liked the way his breath warmed the area around your nipple, and the damp heat felt good on his lips. the wetter he made the cotton, the more he could see through to what he was playing with. he pulled away every once in awhile to examine his work, and gaze down at the transparent fabric where your nipple lay hard and quickly swelling for him. it made him lick his lips, wanting more, and so he’d dive back in, continuing to lap softly over this new found toy.

quickly, though, he found it wasn’t enough. the shirt was scratchy against his skin, and it turned cold quick whenever he pulled away to catch his breath. he could feel your warm skin trapped underneath the confines of your clothes. he wanted to save you from it; he could be a knight, like in one of the books from the library, and release you from the ivy you were wrapped in.

he was careful as he dipped his head down. he at first used his nose to nudge the fabric up, wrinkling it enough that he could grab the end with his teeth and hoist it up past your tits. they fell out against the bed, and the very sight made him whimper quietly in his throat. this was a new feeling. sure, he had taken you before, but the act had always been a little restrained. he didn’t understand all the movements and strides yet, and he found it was easier when you simply told him what to do and he followed along. you weren’t awake right now, though, and instead he had to figure this all out himself. at the same time, his oral fixation was something that never tended to get very sexual. usually when he chewed on things it was a necessity, otherwise he’d be belligerent and at unease. but this… it had started as a need, but became a hunger.

brahms pressed his face into the squish of your boobs. he ran his lips up and down them for a moment, feeling how the skin rippled and shifted against his own. you were so warm, so comfortable. he breathed in your scent deep, wrapping himself even further in your aura. it all felt so nice. his heart had truly been soothed.

he pulled away once again, blinking a few times to adjust his eyes better to the dark, before looking up at you. you looked peaceful, seemingly dreaming of something pleasant. he wondered if you were dreaming of him. he pressed his body closer to yours, one of his thighs sliding in between your own and pressing taut up against your clothed pussy. he could feel heat, and a growing dampness. maybe him playing with you was making you react? he liked that idea. he liked the idea of toying with you, and making you feel good even when you weren’t aware. it made him feel somewhat powerful. but, he knew he could never rise above you. you were his everything, and for this very moment, he was only mimicking what he knew you could do to him at any moment.

he wanted to continue to make you unknowingly react, and he wanted to continue to fill his mouth. so, he did both. he licked a stripe over your hard bud, shivering when he felt your warm skin searing his tongue. your lower half moved, barely noticeable if you hadn’t been so close, and dragged along his thigh. he gasped quietly against your skin. the breath against your nerves seemed to make you twitch slightly, and he caught it. he liked that little twitch, a small sign of sentience within you. you weren’t just some silly toy he hoarded in his walls, and you weren’t just something to play with. you were a living, breathing, beautiful woman. but still his.

he opened his mouth and blew hot against your chest again, watching as your muscles tightened and released yet again. it made him shudder. he couldn’t resist much more, and wrapped his mouth back around your now bare nipple. he filled his cheeks with as much surrounding flesh as he could, sucking and tonguing over your breast.

he felt somewhat nervous. if you woke up and saw him like this, indulging in you so shamelessly, he didn’t know what you’d think. would you kick him out of the room and punish him? or would you push his head firmer against your chest and moan out pretty like he’s heard before? he wondered if you’d even bat an eye, and just opt to going back to sleep and thinking it was all a dream.

it felt as though brahms brain was a blender, and as the thoughts plopped one by one into the container, they were shredded away and turned to nothing but mush. he didn’t have the room in his brain to think of anything but your body, and how perfectly it fit against him. he held you fast, and suckled hard at your tits, and moaned soft around the skin. he ground his hips without thinking into your hip, and purred and whimpered with every movement.

he pulled away with a soft pop after a minute or two of this, once again looking upon his masterpiece. a hickey was forming on your chest, quickly becoming a deep burgundy colour. at first, it worried him. if you saw that, surely you’d know what he had done. but then, it settled in his stomach, and fed into that burning desire that crackled there. he liked seeing you marked up as his, he liked being able to use you when he pleased, he liked being able to play you like an instrument even when you were asleep. he liked it all. he especially liked the way you seemed to release him of all his tension without even trying. you didn’t have to do anything, and yet you did everything.

he pressed his face in between your tits, letting the weight rest on either side of his cheeks. he rubbed his cock softly up and down your upper thigh and waist, panting hard and heating up the space underneath him. he didn’t even care his clothes were still on, if he focused hard enough, he could imagine what he wanted to truly do to you.

he wanted to flip you onto your back, and squeeze every bit of skin he could find. he wanted to watch as your flesh poured through his slim fingers, and how you squeezed your soft thighs around his waist. he wanted to hear you tell him he could do what he wanted, and give him that gentle permission to ravage your chest and cover it in bites and marks. he wanted to gnaw on you, and treat you like a dog treats a bone. but he wouldn’t destroy you, no, he’d be decorating you, claiming you as his own. every drag of his hips and buck against your body made the fantasy burn brighter.

in his head, brahms was being animalistic. he was rutting into you hard, and growling, and he was the one shoving his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet. but in reality, he was the exact opposite. he sobbed quietly into your breasts, gathering up your nipple in his mouth once again to keep his sounds quiet, while humping your leg. he was feeling the same amount of pleasure as he would then, it just stayed subdued deep in his chest. he didn’t want to wake you, not when he was enjoying this so much.

he pulled you closer, flattening his hands against your lower back and pressing your hips flush against his own. the shift must have stirred something in you, because while you may have continued to sleep, you tightened your grip on the man beside you. it made brahms groan, squeezing his eyes tight at an attempt to not scream right then, and bite down hard on your nipple so that you’d scream too. he thought he’d like that sound, but would prefer if it was out of pleasure.

you held to him tight, unconsciously pressing his face deeper into your tits. he wrapped his mouth just around your nipple, suckling on it and muffling his quiet moans. he came in his boxers from barely anything. he shivered against you, trembling and gripping onto you, holding you close as he tried to quell the waves of pleasure running up and down his body.

his mind had emptied then, nothing inside except for the thought of you and his new found teething toys. as he shuddered, rutting out the last few shocks of an orgasm, he popped his mouth from your chest. he was satisfied for the time being. he was too spent to clean himself, too relaxed and comfortable to even dare untangle himself from you. no, he didn’t even try. he tucked his face under your chin, and shut his eyes, finally able to find peace and sleep.

in the morning, when you woke up, you were a bit surprised to find your shirt pulled up, and brahms still attached to you. often he got up before you, and put his usual comforts back in place, before starting his own day of roaming the house. but he remained at your side that morning, face hidden in your shoulder.

you took note of the wet spot in his underwear, and the dried saliva on your chest, and the purpling hickey ironed onto your skin like a patch. at first, you felt a bit confused. how had you not woken up…? but then, seeing him so content and calm, you didn’t feel all too bad. secretly, deep down, on those nights he entered into your room and touched you like a delicate flower, you had wanted him to take you in a more physical way. your wish had been granted in some regards.

#slasher x reader #slashers #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #slasher x y/n

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Ghost Part 4

AN: 💕

Synopsis: The two of you have finally gotten on the same page regarding Ace and Jack has shown you that he's all in when it comes to his and Ace's relationship. However, he ends up taking one step forward and a hundred steps backward when your safety is compromised

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Sitting in your car in front of your apartment building, you let out a loud sob that you had been holding in since the judge had made her decision.You were confident that she would rule in your favor, but the only thing or person on your mind rather was Ace.

He had gotten so used to seeing Jack often that you weren't quite sure how he was going to adjust to only being able to see him every other weekend. And you didn't know the first step in how to explain that to him and more than likely he probably wouldn't even understand. This was the last thing you wanted to ever happen, and you thought for sure that Jack would meet you halfway in order to do what was best for Ace, but once again his pride got in the way.

You had lost track of time and didn't know how long you were sitting in your car crying when you grabbed a tissue from your purse in order to wipe your face and make yourself look a bit more presentable. Blaire wasn't going to bring Ace back until later in the day and you still had some time to kill. It was simply decided that you would get into some comfy clothes and watch Disney plus because you figured that was probably the only thing that could somewhat lift your mood. 

Before you started watching anything, you sent a simple message to the group chat since you knew that they had been waiting to hear from you.

You- I got full custody of Ace 

Blaire- ���👀👀

Nadia- As you should. What them child support payments looking like?

You- 40,000 a month

Liv- DAMN he actually got lucky. For a celebrity, I’ve heard of people paying a lot more than that.

Blaire- But how are you feeling overall?

You- Sad for Jack believe it or not

Liv- He got what was coming to him smh I don’t feel bad because he brought this on himself

Nadia- I second that 

You-  But now I have to tell Ace and I don’t know how he’s going to take it

Jack was in a daze driving home from the courthouse and the realization was hitting him that he didn't do anything but make things more complicated for himself. He had now driven a bigger wedge in between the two of you and knew deep down that no matter how much he apologized to you that it wouldn't be enough. He wanted to have a relationship with his son, but also wanted to have a healthy relationship with you too and at this point even getting you to talk to him was going to be a challenge.

He had gotten home and didn't realize that Clay had been following him and pulled up behind his car in the driveway. Jack sighed to himself not wanting to hear him say ‘I told you so’ again since he had a feeling that he would never let him live this down. He knows that he fucked up and doesn’t need to hear it over and over again. 

Once he stepped out of the car, Clay was next to him with his hands stuffed in his pockets and simply looked at him.

“Clay, not now. Please not now.” Jack said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I'm just here for support. What just happened was a lot to take in and even though you've been treating me like shit the last few months, you're still my big brother and I still care about how you’re feeling.”

“I know and I'm sorry. I just… There isn't any excuse for the way I've been acting and treating you as if you're not important to me when you know that you are. I just want that close relationship that you have with Ace and I’m jealous of it and not afraid to admit it. You've been in his life since he was four weeks old and I can't say the same thing. Y/N is never going to forgive me now. I wish I would have talked to her when she gave me the chance.”

“That is literally all she has wanted from the very beginning. She never wanted it to get to this point and she actually low key thinks that you hate her.” Clay quietly said as they both walked into Jack’s house.

“What? I could never hate her. I don't hate her. Why would she think that? Never mind, don't answer that. I… get it.”

“And you failed to realize how this would affect Ace because he's the one that's at the center of this whole thing.”

“And now I can't even see him how I want to.”

“You now have to make it up to not only Ace but Y/N too.”

“And I don't have any idea on where to start.”

“You already know what you need to do and no one should have to tell you that. You can start by being the best father you can possibly be to Ace. This isn't rocket science, but you damn sure know how to make things more complicated. Are we sure that you’re even the older one at this point?” Clay asked while smirking and Jack gave him a small smirk in return and shrugged his shoulders. 

Jack's mood had been off for the rest of the time that had passed until it was his weekend with Ace and he wanted to get himself together before you dropped him off. But he just couldn't shake this being his new reality. He knew now that he should have talked to you and simply let you explain, but his thoughts of you moving and taking Ace flooded his mind and that was the only thing that he could think of. But all in all, he just made a bigger mess. 

He had sent you multiple text messages with you responding in ten words or less and it wasn’t because you were being mean or trying to spite him, you genuinely had no idea what to say to him at this point. Until you did, there was no reason for you to give him a longer response. 

It was a little awkward when the person supervising the visit, Britney showed up at his house ten minutes before you were going to drop Ace off and knew that he had to prove to her and to the court that he could take care of Ace and take care of him properly. But most importantly, he wanted to prove it to you. 

Once he saw your car pull up, he went outside to meet the two of you as you were helping Ace out of the back of the car. You were grabbing Ace’s backpack that had all of his toys (and told him that he could only bring three because Jack had an entire playroom in his house specifically for him) and clothes when you heard his voice.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi.” You responded while barely looking at him and took a deep breath before continuing to talk.

“His clothes, shoes, and toys are in here and I'll come and get him Sunday at 5.” Was all you said as you handed him Ace’s backpack and Ace was simply looking between the two of you.

“Um, okay.” 

“Make sure he's ready by then for me to come and get him. Okay, Ace, give me kisses.”

You kneeled down to his height and he immediately embraced you and it seemed as if he was holding onto you as if he didn't want you to leave.

“Mommy, can you stay?” Ace asked as he pulled away from you.

“Ace, you're going to have fun with daddy and I'll see you in two days, promise.”

“And we can call mommy before you go to sleep.” Jack chimed in with an attempt to make it less awkward, but he knew that this was probably going to take a while.

“Will you sing to me when I do?” Ace asked, looking at you hopeful. Just about every single night, after the two of you read a book, you would sing him to sleep.

“Of course. Anything for my baby boy.”

—

“Daddy, you okay?” Ace asked Jack as he looked over at him and saw that he was staring off into space when they were supposed to be baking brownies. Peanut butter and chocolate, which he learned how to make from you which had now become his favorite.

“Oh, I'm fine. Now let's get this batter in the pan so we can watch a movie.”  Jack answered as he ruffled Ace's curly hair that resembled his.

“Can we watch Cars!?”

“Of course we can and when our brownies are done, we have ice cream to go with them.”

“But you still look sad. Are you sad about mommy?” Hearing Ace say that made Jack's breath hitch and he simply sighed before saying anything else. To only be three almost four, Ace was incredibly smart and picked up on a lot of things that went on around him.

“You definitely notice everything, don't you?” He asked as Ace simply smiled and nodded.

“I hurt her and I don't think that she's ever going to forgive me.”

“Just say sorry. That should make it all better. Mommy has a big heart like me.”

“That she does, but I don't think that's going to be enough.”

“Well, I still think you should try.”

“Ace….”

“For me?” Ace asked while looking up at his father with eyes that resembled his.

“Now you know that I have a hard time telling you no. And stop with the puppy dog eyes!”

“So you’ll do it!?”

“I’ll try for you.” 

The next few months came and went with the celebration of Ace turning four, and Jack having to do more and more appearances and fly around the country. When that happened, Ace would just stay with you until the next weekend that he was able to come and get him once he was back in Louisville, since he wasn’t allowed to take him across state lines yet. It was Friday afternoon and you were cleaning up your classroom as Ace was sitting at one of the tables coloring when he suddenly asked you about Jack.

“Mommy…”

“Yes?”

“Can daddy come over for a movie night?” He asked while turning around to look at you. 

“Um, Ace we have to see. Daddy might be busy.” You said while grabbing your purse from underneath the desk and taking out your keys.

“Can we call him?”

“Sure, we can call him once we get outside in the car. Come here so I can help you put your jacket on. We can finish coloring at home.”

Ace was secured in the back of the car when you slid into the driver’s seat and attempted to turn the car on. The only problem was that it wouldn’t. 

“You can’t be serious right now.” You muttered to yourself as you lightly laid your head on the steering wheel. Liv had taken a half day today in order to go to a few doctor’s appointments so you know that you couldn’t call her. Nadia would still be at work, and Blaire didn’t close the bakery until seven.

So, that left one person.

Jack.

You sighed as you dialed his number and he picked up on the second ring.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you okay? Is Ace okay?”

“Hey, we’re fine. But I need a favor. Are you at home?” You mumbled because you didn’t like asking him for help, but at this point you needed it.

“Of course. Yeah, I just got back in. What’s going on?” Jack asked as he was looking for the Chinese take out menu from his favorite spot. 

“I’m at work with Ace and my car decided that it doesn’t want to start.”

“Say less. Drop me the location and I’ll come get both of you.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry to ask, but….”

“No need to apologize. I’m on my way now.”

It took less than twenty minutes and you finally saw Jack’s jeep pull up beside you and this made Ace yell in excitement.

“Looks like you get to see daddy after all, huh?” You said as you peeked at him in the backseat and he excitedly nodded towards you.

Jack hopped out while coming over to you and opening your door.

“Thank you again for doing this.” You said and Jack simply waved you off.

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N.”

“I didn’t take you away from anything did I?”

Jack immediately shook his head no as he opened the back door and unstrapped Ace from his car seat and picked him up.

“Hi daddy. I told mommy to call you because I missed you.”

“I missed you too, bubs.” Jack answered before kissing his cheek and putting him in 

His car seat in the back of his jeep. Jack then opened the passenger side door and helped you up, while putting your purse and work bag in the backseat. Once he slid in the driver’s seat, he started making his way back to your apartment.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to eat? I was actually going to order Chinese food for dinner. Did you want that?”

“Yes! I want an egg roll!”

Only now you noticed that he was going in the opposite direction.

“Umm? Jack? My apartment is that way.”

“I know.”

“Then where are we going?”

“I want to show you something and I figured that this was a good time in order to do it.”

He glanced over at you and saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but to laugh.

“No kidnapping involved, promise.”

It was another fifteen minutes when you noticed that all of you were literally a few streets over from where Jack’s house was. He then pulled in front of a modern looking house and it looked as if it had just been built and no one had the chance to live in it quite yet. You looked around and saw that there were others similar to it and that it looked like they were building more.

“Jack? What is this? Where are we?” You asked not having the slightest clue on what was going on.

“This is your house.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him in disbelief. You looked out the window at the house before looking back at him and was clearly confused. 

“I…”

“I don’t want you two in that neighborhood anymore because it’s not the safest. This way, Ace can go outside and play all he wants and I don’t have to worry about you two not being in a safe environment. This is a gated community so unless you have the passcode, you can’t get in.”

“Jack….. You bought us a house?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t accept this, how in the world am I going to pay for it?” You asked as a million things started going through your mind.

“No one said you had to pay for anything. You need more space, even if it’s just the two of you.”

“But….”

“Y/N, it’s a gift. No strings attached. It’s fully furnished and everything.”

You sat there for a minute before glancing back at Ace who was too busy playing with one of his toys to notice you.

“Come on, let’s go inside so you can at least look at it.” He said while holding up the keys and smiling at you.

“Is this a ploy to get me to stay in Louisville?” You asked, suddenly getting defensive because of his previous actions.

“No, not in the slightest. If that’s what you eventually want to do, then okay but this house will still be here and still be yours. Just while you’re here I figured that the two of you should be as comfortable as possible. And also that you would have probably said no if I asked the two of you to move in with me so it would be safer knowing that you would probably want your own space. You don’t have to move in immediately, but come on so we can at least look at it.”

“Okay.” You quietly said before taking off your seatbelt and getting out the car as Jack did the same thing while tending to Ace after.

All three of you walked through the house and you were in awe. Ace’s bedroom had a Louisville Cardinal theme since that happened to be his favorite team right along with his dad, while your room had a black and gray theme. Ace had his own playroom filled with toys and even a mini kitchen with a working stove that was perfect for his height.

“Ace, don’t you like this house and want to live here with mommy?” Jack asked as Ace had begun examining the stove and the little apron that was hanging to the side that had his name on it which was similar to the one that you bought for him.

“Yes! I like it.”

All Jack did was look at you, but you still had hesitations in the back of your mind. It was true that you and Jack were growing close again and working on being good co-parents to Ace, but you couldn’t take him possibly doing something to mess all of this up all over again. Before either of you made a decision regarding him, you would call each other and discuss it first. This just seemed all too much for you and you were overwhelmed.

You remained quiet as Jack simply laid the keys in your hand and closed it.

“Whenever you’re ready, there is absolutely no rush. Please understand that. And also understand that I’m trying to do my best to make up for what I’ve done or what I haven’t done rather. I just want to do right by the two of you.” He whispered so that only the two of you could hear and all you did was nod in response before Jack went to scoop Ace up in his arms.

“Bubs, you ready to go to daddy’s house and eat Chinese food?”

“As long as we watch Cars!”

“Uh? Again?”

“This is nothing compared to his Lion King phase.” You muttered as all three of you made your way back downstairs.

“Oh, one last thing. Let’s go this way.” Jack then led you both in the direction of the garage and your jaw dropped once you set foot in it.

“Didn’t realize that your car was going to give out on you today, but… surprise.” was all Jack said as you were now staring at a BMW SUV. When you and Jack had first started talking, you told him that this was the car that you eventually wanted to buy for yourself and had no idea that he actually remembered. 

“Jack….”

He didn’t say anything and instead slipped his hand in his back pocket to get the keys and hand them to you.

“Ace can ride with me while you test out your new car.”

About another month had passed and the temperature was beginning to warm up and you couldn’t wait to be able to take Ace out all summer and was trying to think of where you wanted to go and wanted to do. You also made sure to include Jack in your plans if he wasn’t too busy. You had the night to yourself since Ace was with Jack and you were currently fiddling the house key in your hands that Jack had bought you. He told you that it was no rush and you were deciding to take your sweet time. As far as the lease for your apartment went, Jack said if you wanted to break it, he would pay for it. But at this point in time, you feel that he already did so much for you already and would probably just ride it out until it was time for it to be renewed again. However, just about every day after you were finished teaching, you would take the long way home to pass by it.

It was around midnight when you had gotten a text on your phone from Nadia and it seemed urgent.

Nadia- Go look at Jack’s instagram…. NOW

You- Why? What’s wrong?

Nadia- HE POSTED YOUR FACE, THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG!

Your heart was now doing backflips as you logged into your instagram app to see that he did indeed post you and now thoughts were beginning to run rampant.

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jackharlow: Y/N, thank you for being just an amazing mother to my son who has wanted for nothing ever since he came out of the womb. I'm thankful that we're in a better place with one another and keeping him at the center of it because at the end of the day, he's the most important part of this. I can't change the past and what went down between us, but I can move forward and do what's best for the both of you.

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You wasted no time in texting him wanting to address this and how incredibly dangerous it was.

You- Jackman, I’m coming over because we need to talk

Jack- Is everything okay?

You- No, everything is not. I’m getting dressed now

Jack was waiting at the door for you once your car pulled behind his jeep in the driveway and he could tell that you were fuming. He simply stepped aside to let you squeeze past him as you went to sit down on the couch in the living room. All Jack did was come and sit next to you waiting to hear what you had to say.

“Y/N?”

“Why did you post that?”

“Because I figured you deserved a public apology. I just wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and how important our relationship is.”

“Do you not understand what you just did? First, those pictures that were taken were for your birthday and for your eyes only and I actually forgot that I even took them until now. Second, Jack, I have an Only Fans. Did you not put two and two together?! NOW PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE AND MAKE THE CONNECTION! I hardly show my face on there, but I have some videos where I do!”

“I….”

“I could lose my job over this! And that’s exactly what I was afraid of! Even if it was a few years ago, they aren’t going to see it that way.”

“Wait, your Only Fans is still active!?” Jack asked curiously, but all you did was roll your eyes.

“Is that really all you got out of that?! Yes, it’s still active! Any time if I was in a bind or needed money, I would upload videos to get paid for it!”

“Why, when you could’ve asked me?! You need to deactivate it and how was I supposed to know you still had it?! All I was trying to do was something nice for you. I swear that I can never win with you!”

“I’m not deactivating anything because that would literally be how me and Ace would eat some days when you were nowhere to be found.”

“Well, I’m here now! You don’t have to worry about that anymore! Anything you want or need, I’ll get it!”

“Every time I need something, I’m not going to run to you and ask for it. We’re not in a relationship anymore or did you forget?”

“I… well what if I want us to be?!”

This had you taken aback and you simply looked at him in disbelief as you shook your head. 

“Jack…..”

“Please Y/N, just give me another chance. I’ll delete the post and make this right and I’m sorry for doing that without clearing it with you first. I compromised your safety and you know that was never my intention.”

“It is literally only a matter of time before someone finds my account.” You muttered without giving Jack an answer.

“I can delete it.”

“But not before almost a million people liked it. The damage is done so it doesn’t even matter at this point.”

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[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Douma/Doma with a pregnant S/O - SFW+NSFW Headcanons

This was requested just after the Akaza version of these headcanons was posted - which you can find HERE - and @alastor96​ requested a Douma/Doma version (´∀｀•)

Obviously Minors DNI 

So! Without further ado, here are some headcanons for Douma/Doma with a pregnant S/O (^○^.) I hope you enjoy! 

SFW:

Genuinely thinks your joking when you tell him your pregnant - “That’s nice dear!” He says with a chirp while continuing his activity (pruning)

It takes two days for it to click that your not joking....

Douma pauses, mid-sermon, eyes blinking owlishly as the gears turn in his head before leaving to find you

Listen sometimes he’s smart and sometimes he’s downright stupid

Very apologetic and very excited!

Quickly becomes one of those men who brags about their S/O and baby

Literally manages to bring you up in conversations every single time he’s talking to someone (and no, they can’t escape)

Whenever there’s a Upper moon meeting Douma will absolutely whine and whinge about having to leave your side - “I want my wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifeeeee,” He whines (pathetically) “ I need to be with my wife and baaaaaabbbby”

Everyone gets sick of hearing him - especially akaza with his equally as pregnant wife (half the time he just ups and leaves anyway) - but they usually put up with it....kinda?

Becomes protective 

Like, SUPER protective - still threatens people sweetly with honeyed words and a saccharine smile if he thinks there too close to you but this time its more feral? politely feral??

He’s not above growling at a person 

“Maybe I should get you a guard dog?” - you don’t know if he means a actual dog or something else and you don’t bother asking cause you just say no and having to deal with his whining as he follows you around trying to convince you that you need one

You have to have at least THREE cult members with you if Douma can’t be - only the strongest members get picked of course - for protection and so you don’t have to lift a finger

When he’s with you Douma is a hover - standing as close by as possible with a new found worry about you, the baby and your body

Everything that could be a hazard to you and the baby gets removed.... very quickly...

All of your cravings are met with ease as Douma makes sure that whatever your wanting gets made - with a taste test from him to make sure that its okay to consume (you once made him cry with how spicey you wanted something)

But Douma will also make sure that your eating a balanced diet that keeps you (and the baby) healthy and happy

Also makes sure that you drink things that are good and keep you hydrated - lots of floral + herbal teas such as chamomile, lavender, ginger and mint greentea

decked out the bed with loads of blankets and pillows so your always comfy - literally went out and found the comfiest and softest materials and brought them home like a penguin bringing rocks for the nest  

Has to be the big spoon when sleeping with his hands cradling your tummy - yes, he has woken up to you shifting and moved you back into position and no, you don’t wake up since you now sleep like the dead

This man has no names picked out 

Douma was genuinely gonna call the baby “Baby” or “Child 1″

Although he does go all-out with the baby’s room - it’s already filled with beautiful items, clothes and toys 

NSFW:

Douma always enjoys fucking you in front of the mirror and that still occurs - with great pleasure

Likes it when you lean and rely on him more

Your naked pregnant body leaning against his - back to his well muscled chest - as his fingers slip inside your plush pussy with ease, leaving your essence to drip onto the bed and coat your thighs

Your form ethereal - skin dewy, flushed and eyes lined with pretty tears

Of course, he’s alot more softer with you

ALOT more

He’s less likely to push your body past its limits like he’d usually do before you were pregnant - no pushing your legs to your ears with his dick bulling your pussy and making it kiss your womb

Vanilla sex is where its at (and he actually really enjoys it) although anal is still on the table....

Takes his time more, all slow + sensual as he purrs and mewls into your kisses - breath mingling together 

Enjoys sex while spooning 

Will make sure that you know just how much you make him horny with your pretty body 

Much like Akaza, Douma does accidentally overstimulate - although sometimes its not an accident and he just anted to bully you - you until tears prick your waterline and make your lashes dewy

Fingers and mouths your pussy til you whine and moan like a whore with your pussy making lewd squelches and gushes onto him

Leaves hickies + bites all on your shoulders, neck and chest (as usual) although this time he makes sure that their more obvious - make it obvious that your his and only his and that you are worthy enough of him

Mouths, nibbles and bites with precision 

Becomes a 100% more handsy with your breasts - loves feeling them spill out between his fingers as he squeezes 

Moans when you start lactating (lust filed hearts filling his eyes when it first happens) - your milk warm and sweet as he sucks and mouths at your sensitive nipples 

Starts to bully your nipples more, until their stiff + sensitive and milk drips out as you whimper

Douma had always enjoyed fucking you raw but now he can do it as much as possible - “Can’t get a pregnant person pregnant!” is his logic 

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[m00nlight-ramblings]

Childfree Gale Headcanons

REQUEST: yes

Some Gale/Tav headcanons being childfree! Some light NSFW. Enjoy

Lots of weekend dates to things like farmer's markets, festivals, and activities within the community.

Spontaneous getaways that Gale always plans - sometimes for a week, sometimes for a weekend, maybe even a day. But he will organize something down to the tiniest detail, and is also very good at keeping secrets/surprises!

Lots of late night talks about whatever he is hyper-fixating on at the moment - your discussions will sometimes last until 3 AM about a book he is reading, or maybe even something you're interested in, in the moment.

Certified Cool Uncle Gale status - you two will happily babysit your friends' kids for the afternoon/evening, and you're always the favorites amongst your nieces/nephews (but you're always really happy to give them back at the end of the day).

Sometimes on a random Sunday, the two of you will spend all day in bed - never getting dressed, and switching between having sex, reading, talking, napping. Gale has obviously never been in a healthy relationship before, so some days he loves to revel in the love you two share.

You two don't have a designated date night, so sometimes when either of you don't feel like cooking, you'll go to the local pub or inn and relax for a few hours. Getting a little tipsy on ale on a Wednesday? Okay, sounds good!

Both of your are very active in the Waterdeep community - ever since you moved in with him, he made it a point to show you off and make sure that everyone knew who you were so you were comfortable in your new home. Because of that, the community surrounding you always feels warm and safe, and you often find yourself doing things together in different groups.

DINNER PARTIES - so many dinner parties. Gale loves to cook and you love to host, so you often have large groups of friends come over for dinner and drinks, with music and games. The dinner parties have become known throughout town as somewhat legendary, and they last very late into the night.

Your home is decorated with lots of not kid-friendly things (magical objects, sharp corners, etc.), but both you and Gale have curated a home that feels comfy and safe, as well as aesthetically pleasing for the both of you.

Tara in lots of sweaters and costumes. Since you're not dressing kids, you're dressing her (and she loves it, even if she won't admit it).

Lots of walks along the water before dinner, while the sun is setting, holding hands and chatting about your days.

There are lots of talks about your future together, and all of the adventures and vacations you want to take - faraway lands, and expensive dinners, and stories infused with the magic of love.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when you're both woken up by whatever, you find yourselves unable to keep you hands off of each other, and will make mind-blowing super loud love well until the sun comes up. Passionate, feverish, I-won't-be-able-to-stop-thinking-about-this-night-for-weeks kind. And then once that is done, you two are able to sleep in to recoup the energy spent.

Feeling like you're constantly in the honeymoon period together since there is no other person you need to focus on in your life.

"It's always going to be us," Gale says as he holds you, "The two of us, together. With you by my side, there's nothing we can't do...together. Us versus the world, my love. And we're just getting started."

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What did you think? I love thinking of Gale as a boyf...he'd be the best partner in the world, I think.

REMEMBER: my inbox is open for requests, so submit something and I'll get to it! :)

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[miss-starlet]

♡Pet Play W/ Channie♡

(Photo found on Pinterest)

Pet Play Headcanons for Channie (giving & receiving)

Note: Trying to follow the poll results, so next up should be Minho (Lee Know).

Warnings: Light Degradation (Receiving part), Punishments (Giving & Receiving part), Thigh Humping (Receiving part), fingering (Giving part), feet?(Receiving part), Collars (Receiving & Giving part)

Word Count: 800+

18+MDNI

Puppy Channie (Receiving):

♡ He is a good boy through and through! Very obedient and he just loves (more like gets off on) being praised by you. Hardly ever has to be punished.

♡ When he does need a punishment, a good spanking will do. He takes it so well. He doesn't whine about it, and tries his hardest not to squirm in your hold. Make sure to praise him for taking it all so well.

♡ He loves playing with you and his squeak toys. Toss them across the room, and he'll eagerly scamper on all fours to catch them. Once he's got the toy, he'll drop it in your lap, looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. He might even rub his head and those cute dog ears against your inner thighs, seeking pets and attention.

♡ He’d act all blushy and embarrassed when you finally play with him. Makes the cutest sounds when pinch his nipples (poor baby's chest is sensitive) or when you lick his tip.

♡ Unlike some of the other members, Channie would only want one collar. He loves how it's the symbol of your ownership over him.

♡ When he sits in your lap, he can't stop himself from rutting on your thigh (even when he knows he will be punished for it). The poor baby just can't help himself :( Your soft skin feels so good on his cock, and he always cums the hardest when you degrade him for being such a dirty mutt in heat.

~♡~

"Channie, my little puppy" You coo out. In a second, Chan runs into the room and drops down on his knees. His hands coming up.

He slightly pouted, rubbing his head against your thighs. "What is it puppy? You asked, gently petting Chan's curly hair.

"I-I want," he whines out.

"Want what baby?" Your foot presses down on his bulge softly. Chan head come forward to rest onto your legs, panting loud."You, n-need you."

"Yeah? My puppy needs me?" You slowly press your foot down harder. Chans nods, his eyes close and hips buck, wanting more.

"Be a good boy and open your mouth for me." He opens his mouth, placing two of your fingers in his mouth. You pressed them down on his tongue. His eyes closed, covering your hand and his chin in drool.

"Good boy."

Owner Chan (Giving):

♡ Not the biggest fan of titles such as master or owner. He likes it better when you call him sir or daddy. However if you do call him owner when he is in a mean mood 😏

♡ The way this man loves to make soft cooing noises when you do anything he likes. He finds his pet so cute! For instance when he asks you to come get your treat and you take his cock in your mouth all so well, he will coo out "such a good pet, doing so good for me."

♡ He isn't strict, and only has a few rules he wants you to follow. Some of them are make sure you are taking care of yourself and staying healthy. A big softie with you when you follow all of his rules.

♡ He has bought you two collars. One is a day collar that he likes you to wear on days you are out of the house (If you are comfy of course!). The other collar is the one you wear when it's just you and him. He loves the symbol both of them have.

♡ The punishments he gives you depend on what rules you broke. If it's more serious, like playing without his permission, he will make you cum over and over again, bc y'know better then him. If you wanted to cum so bad, then you can, and you will keep cumming until he thinks you had enough. But please be good for him, he just wants to spoil you and treat you softly.

~♡~

Chan had a rough day at work and he just wanted to go home and play with his little pet. In-between his meeting he sent you a message that he wanted you dolled up for him by the time he got home.

When he walked into the bedroom, he sees you exactly the way he wanted you; sitting on the bed, starked naked, and all dolled up for him. The thin leather collar adorning your neck, with soft ears sitting on top of your head. He just couldn't help but coo at you, you were too cute!

"Such a cute bunny, you are going to be good for daddy right?"

The floppy bunny ears moved as you move your head moved up and down nodding. Dropping to his knees, he grabs your thighs, pushing them open. Trailing kisses up them, starting from your knee and moving up so close to were you want him, before flipping you over.

You gasped eyes widening from being manhandled. You turn your head to the side to look at him. "Please, daddy"

"Don't worry, daddy's got you bunny." Chan said as he sticks his index and middle finger in you. You moan softly, grinding down on his fingers. He starts to move them slow before working them to a fast pace.

Once you moan out for more, he slows them down to add to your pleasure by adding another finger and slightly curl them.

"Yeah, daddy's got you pet."

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[hollygracesworld]

Lover | Patrick Wilson x Fem!reader

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

A/N : it’s a fluffy part, there’s no warning :)) I WROTE THIS WHILE MY FRIENDS PLAYED PERFECT-ED SHEERAN, ITS JUST GETTING MORE ROMANTIC OMG.

CHAPTER 2/2 (chapter 1) sequelsmut

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CHAPTER 2

The stove is on. You warm up the clear soup you made this morning. You stir it, then you taste it a little.

“This place looks….very comfy and far from the city.”You heard a man’s voice from behind you who started to enter the kitchen. “I’m sorry because I didn’t have time to come here yesterday…

You turned around for a moment and smiled at Patrick, then went back to stirring the soup, “It’s okay.” you could feel Patrick smiling behind you, he took off his leather jacket and put it on the wall-hanger.

“Please sit down.” You said looking at Patrick gesturing him to sit at the dining table. Then you start to turn down the heat on the stove, “sorry if my place doesn’t meet your expectations. My life is far from glamour thing.”

“My life too.” Patrick said which suddenly surprised you. then he continued his sentence, “I don’t like the spotlight, all this time I have tried to avoid things like that and… I just want to be an ordinary guy.”

You smiled, “you came to the right place.” then you put 2 bowls of hot soup on the dining table.

“Uh, so you’re vegetarian?” Patrick smiled back, looking at the soup with interest.

“No. But lately I’ve been eating vegetables more often because I’m craving vegetables. Your babies are very fussy and kick my stomach if they don’t eat vegetables.”

Patrick laughed softly, “Sorry but I just found out that there are pregnant women who crave vegetables. But it’s good because it’s healthy for the pregnancy. And...” Patrick looked at your big belly, “It seems like they inherited the annoying behavior from their father more quickly.”

The two of you now face each other at the dining table and start eating the soup.

“Wow Y/N…. this is surprisingly delicious. I really like the mushrooms.” said Patrick while deliciously devouring his soup.

“Thank you. I know my food is too simple-"

“Please…. oh, this...” Patrick said while looking at you, “…this is perfect.”

After lunch, you invited Patrick to garden in front of the house. While you were gardening and watering the plants, several times Patrick took over what you were doing, remembering that you were a pregnant woman. You could see the worry on his face. After that, you invited him to the area behind your house to pick oranges from your garden for Patrick so he can take home later.

“You did all this alone?” Patrick asked as he picked oranges in your garden.

You shook your head, “no, I was with my older brother. but he died... right before I met you.” Your words in the last sentence sound poignant.

You can feel that Patrick feels very guilty. Before he answered your words, you quickly continued, “He has been sick for the last 2 years, and his fiancé left him because of his condition. There was a problem with his heart, I did everything I could to get him well. We’ve been back and forth to the hospital, our money and our died-mother’s house had already been sold.”

Patrick lowered his head. Trying to digest it all. Then he looked back at you guiltily, “I’m sorry for everything that happened.”

There was a fairly long pause, then Patrick opened the conversation again, “So that’s why you went to the club at that time? Because you felt like your whole life was ruined?”

You nod slowly. Patrick exhaled, “I should’ve known this. I was really an asshole, I..."

“No... no Patrick,” you cut him off, “you don’t have to be responsible for me and my children just because my life is ruined.”

“Our children,” said Patrick, emphasizing his sentence. He saw you starting to shake with sadness. Patrick swiftly hugged you and put your head gently on his shoulder.

You looked up and saw Patrick’s sunlit face. He smiled, then wiped your tears. “I’m here... I’ll always be here.”said Patrick softly.

Patrick kissed your forehead gently and tucked your hair behind your ear. He- who unconsciously uttered the words from his mouth, “Beautiful.”

Then you laughed softly at Patrick’s words. He reflexively blushes, his face turns red, then he quickly gets down and holds your pregnant stomach.

“Hello buddies, this is your papa,” said Patrick, smiling happily, you chuckled softly, “you know you have a very extraordinary mother. More than your father. She is a strong woman, and I really hope you can be great... just like your mother.” Patrick looked at you, again. He couldn’t stop smiling at you.

Patrick stood back up and looked at you. You thought he would say something, but something beyond your expectations happened. He grabbed your chin and kissed your lips gently. The kiss seemed real, unlike what happened between you at the club.

“Thank you,” said Patrick whose lips were still touching yours, “thank you for all this.”

You smiled, then you two kissed again. Patrick hugged you tightly.

It’s getting late in the night, you know it’s time for Patrick to return to his house in New Jersey. You realize that Patrick is an actor, he is very busy... especially since he just told me that there is a new project for the Conjuring film.

You took his leather jacket which was on the wall hanger, and you helped put his jacket on. When the jacket was on his body, your hands reflexively grabbed Patrick’s chest. It feels like just yesterday you felt that sexy body inside you, that musky perfume.….

You miss slept with him. But you have to bury your thoughts about that. You know this is not the time to do that again.

“Y/N…” Patrick whispered softly in your ear, “come with me.”

You smiled, “no I’m fine, you go, just let me know if you want to play here again.”

“That’s not a question.” said Patrick, “Stay with me. Tomorrow I want to introduce you to my co-worker at the shooting location. They’ll be very happy and you will make lots of friends there...”

You lowered your head, your hand still holding Patrick's chest, “but it's late-"

“You can rest in my car. And then, I will take you straight to my apartment. Bring all your things, Y/N... I can’t leave you here alone...”

“But what about my garden?” you asked worriedly.

“Your uncle’s family seems to be indebted to you..." Patrick smiled, “I contacted them earlier. They are going on holiday here. Of course you don’t mind if someone lives here, right?”

You smiled, “wow, that’s sneaky. Do they really want to live in a village like this?”

“Don’t think about it,” Patrick said stroking your cheek, “Come on, we have to pack your things.”

You chuckled softly at Patrick's enthusiasm when he started looking for things around you. He grabbed the black suitcase that was under the stairs, “you’re going to use this, right?”

You nodded slowly, you chuckled at Patrick's behavior as if he was busy collecting your things, “why are you doing all this?”

Patrick stopped doing what he was doing, he looked at you and said, “I don't know. I suddenly thought of something...”

“….I want to introduce my lover to everyone I know," said Patrick and then he kissed your right hand gently, "especially my parents. Because they don't know yet that they will be grandparents.”

THE END

Sequel (18+) is coming soon❤️

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[hwajin]

#! — ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴋᴢ

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i'm so hyped for christmas and i LOVE the time right before the holidays so here's a couple headcanons for the season jfjejdne, enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating and a warm and cozy time to everyone who isn't <3

ᴄʜᴀɴ

sir makes an advent calender for you for sure 😩😩. like he doesn't buy one, he goes the extra mile and gets an idea to make 24 special presents for you HIMSELF (all of them rather small becasue he doesn't want them to overshine the main present on christmas eve, yet thoughtful enough for you to absolutely MELT at the fact he put so much effort into a seemingly irrelevant thing such as an advent calender???). honestly, in general, pre christmas and winter time, december all throughout january, is SO incredibly soft with this man. cuddles all the way, if not in bed cuz he has to work then on his lap WHILE he's working fr. both of you in hoodies of his, both of you in fluffy socks that keep you warm. you dozing off at some point, him giggling about it and taking a pic to keep the memory, and it's just all so warm and soft and cuddly :(((

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

COOKS SO MUCH FOR YOU 😩😩. like he's in charge for christmas dinner so he needs to run some test meals and it's convenient that you're there cuz you can just taste test everything <33. is so sweet when he runs up to you with a hot spoon in his hand and tells you to blow first before digging in. in general the whole of december is very sweet with him but on a very lowkey level. he wouldn't go all in with being overly romantic, wouldn't die to visit winter markets with you — but seeing how much you like the sparkling lights that illuminate the city and how much joy it brings you to stroll around, kicking the snow beneath your feet, he can't help it and sees himself wishing to go out for yet another walk in the cold with you. oh and you can BET there's gonna be endless snowball fights. like endless. lino'd definitely keep track of who won last time and either is trying to get a revenge or would egg you on to get back at him. really just for the fun of it, he loves sillying around with you whenever you step foot into the snow <3.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

ice skating dates allll the way, and winter market strolls!! boy is definitely a sucker for everything sweet and romantic around christmas and is so soft with you throughout all of december (he is always, but when the temperatures are cold it feels like he's this much more drawn to you, searching for warmth in your embrace and providing you with a warming body as well). and he eats SO much with you omg!!! like when you remind him of dieting or healthy eating man's is JUDGING YOU SO HARD cuz when else would you be able to go to a winter market when the snow is falling and order some chocolate covered fruits and roasted almonds and drink mulled wine and get all comfy and tired and sleepy together and end up sharing drunken kisses on your way home??? like that is a ONCE in a life time experience and he will throw every principle of healthy eating out the window if it means munching and sipping stuff in your company <333.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

SO IN LOVE WITH CHRISTMAS R U KIDDING. christmas time and especially pre christmas time is the very best with him. when you wake up to see it snowing — mind you, especially if it's the first ever snow this year — he will get so sappy and romantic and be all like 'we're soulmates now cuz we saw the first snow together' and he'll stay cuddling you for a while longer SUFFOCATING YOU before begging to go out with him to feel the falling snow on his face and hands. will also ADORE visiting winter markets with you, having some wintery food like roasted almonds and mulled wine which he gets so sleepy from. like he loves watching ppl being happy and winter markets give him the perfect view for it — most importantly loves seeing you happy tho, and the smile you have painted on your face while strolling around with him is unbeatable. also fucking loves to simply cuddle up at home with just the two of you alone and unbothered, not necessarily watching a movie even, but simply sitting and being warm together. like that's all he needs to be happy fr.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

i feel like boy loves mulled wine so much you'd have to carry him home because he never learns and drinks WAY too fucking much because it's so tasty and ends up barely able to stand up straight. also just very loves all the snacks and cookies and sweets around the holidays, like will buy so much ginger bread it's crazy you'll end up eating it up until like february. OH AND GINGER BREAD HOUSE COMPETITIONS !!!! like he'd see it on tiktok at some point, people competing in building ginger bread houses and he simply NEEDS to know who'd win between the two of you. you'd blast some christmas playlist — not before going to shop for the ingrediants together and probably forgetting a couple because you just can't coordinate — and you'd set a timer to add a bit to the competition feeling. hanji SINGS his lungs out on every single christmas song, tries outsinging mariah carey and at some point you can't help but ask him to tone it down because your ears — as good of a singer as he is — can only take this much.

ғᴇʟɪx

BAKING DATES. LOTS OF THEM. like he loves baking normally anyways but doesn't want to overdo it if there's no occassion, but winter calls for baking millions of cookies on end and handing them out to every single friend he has (and their families, he just loves spoiling people). and he finds it so cute when the two of you get to bake together, like especially if you're normally not a big baker he LOVES kinda teaching and guiding you on what to do. every baking session would end up kinda messily because of mysterious reasons (you claim tho that it's never your fault the cookies look a bit ugly or are way sweeter than they should be), but despite that both you and him can laugh about it, enjoying that not everything has to go perfect for the both of you to have fun. is definitely a fan of winter markets, mentions WAY too often that it's WAY too cold tho so he prefers to stay home with you, cuddling up on the sofa with classic christmas movies and being all fuzzy and warm and soft <33.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

is such a perfectionist when decorating the house OMG. you'd go decoration shopping with him, setting on a vibe and theme before spending WAY too much money and ending up only using like half the stuff anyways. and tho he has to say a LOT about where certain stuff should be hanging it's nevertheless so much fun to spend the time with him, getting your own four walls looking as pretty and wintery as ever. he'd be teasing you so much for no good reason other than to annoy you (and because he loves how much you always react to it), like messing with the christmas ball you want to hang up on the tree, or putting sparkly garlands around your neck, or suddenly coming up to you and planting a kiss right to your lips and watching you get incredibly flustered. omg and singing christmas songs with him??? or like, listening to him sing more than you singing yourself, but whenever a classic plays on the radio he hums with it and it warms your heart so so much you melt into a small puddle upon his voice filling the warm home.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

no cuz boy is so soft throughout winter :(((. i know he plans your present months prior so he's all set for WEEKS simply to not stress over gifts, especially for you. puts lots of thought into the present as well, important to get you something meaningful that you'd be able to remember him by. the moment the first snow falls he's DRAGGING you outside with him, having snowball fights and building snowpeople and tackling you onto the ground to make snow angels <33. OMG and do y'all know those snow duck presses??? the ones where you put some snow in between and press together and a snow duck appears??? he'd have ordered it early enough to be SO prepared to use it when there's enough snow outside, making a whole army of little snow ducks and taking pics of them with you and him in front <333.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

me when i can’t sleep rn so i’m reading ur fics to pass the time 😭 could you do a skz reaction when their s/o has insomnia? i need that in my head :[ thank you!

stray kids reactions to their s/o having insomnia

genre: fluff, slight crack

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warnings: none

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bangchan

we all know that bangchan has his fair share of insomnia too. so you are both going to be suffering together <3 no but for real, he understands the struggle and he's most understanding with it. so he knows, as much as he wants you to sleep so you can be healthy, it's not always that easy. so some nights you will stay up working with him, maybe at the studio. he will be working on his music while you'll be catching up with something to do with your work or studies. alternatively, you'll both be in his bed, cuddling each other and binge-watching some anime, before you eventually pass out in each other's arms.

lee know

"if you can't sleep, hug leebit." you find that this is your boyfriend's solution for everything, these days. leebit apparently has magical healing powers and can grant to wish of sleep to those who crave it. obviously, this is not the case. whether you are hugging your little plushie buddy, or you're cuddling into your actual boyfriend, none of that is of any use to you. you still can't sleep. lee know's only solution is to take advantage of the times you are awake to just talk to you, in a soft, gentle, soothing voice. you think this doesn't work at first, but after talking to him for a while, with you in his arms, suddenly your eyelids get heavier....

changbin

being a healthy, strapping young lad himself, he knows sleep is very important. he also values your health very much, almost as much as his own. after 5 minutes of research he realises that exercise during the day can improve someone's sleep schedule. being the gym bro that he is, he jumps at the opportunity and, one day, he drags you to the gym with him. you had no idea how this would help until you got back home after you had been to the gym and done other things after. when it started to get dark outside, your body relaxed easily into your boyfriend's arms as you drifted slowly to sleep.

hyunjin

well, hyunjin starts obsessing over different types of herbal teas you can drink to make you feel sleepy. he stays up all night with you, researching the benefits of chamomile tea, and if lavender or magnolia tea cures insomnia?? he's also into aromatherapy, so probably buys you an air purifier you love him for that. he also suggests yoga and meditation, even offering to start doing it with you with a cute little smile on your face. he loves jumping at the chance to help you in some way, and he values his precious baby :( he just wants you to be healthy and feel better in yourself, and he knows once you've finally found a way to get some sleep, it will do the world of good.

han

haha, you think you're going to get any sleep when han is your boyfriend? no chance! you both are staying up late at night talking about a lot of nonsense. and i mean this is every night. han's brain is so interesting and fun because he can jump from one subject to another, and his energy seems to give you energy. so he isn't exactly helping your insomnia. or at least, at first. you realise that talking to him for hours makes you feel much more relaxed. you have forgotten about your worries, the stress of the upcoming week, the negative feelings that have been bothering you that day. he makes you feel more content, and this happy feeling soon drifts you off into sleep-land.

felix

felix strives to make your sleeping environment as cosy and comfortable as possible. he buys you plushies (of course he gets you a bbokari first <3), really comfy pillows, a little night-light, etc... he will also recommend his favourite asmr channels, but you tend to stick to the asmr that he has actually done, which does seem to help a lot. this is for all when he's away and not physically with you. when he is with you, he will talk to you in a whispered tone, caressing your back and arms and making you as relaxed as possible.

seungmin

okay, so there are two go-to methods of his if you suffer from insomnia. first one being, he will read to you. sometimes if he has sleepless nights, he will listen to a podcast to drift off to sleep. so he knows that his voice might be able to calm you down and relax you enough to sleep. or, he will sing to you :( imagine his soft, gentle voice singing your favourite comfort songs to lull you to sleep. part of him thinks this isn't going to work until he sees you, curled up to his side, finally sleeping. and it's all thanks to his beautiful talent.

jeongin

one time, when you are laying beside him, struggling to get to sleep, he noticed you tossing and turning. so you decided to tell him about your insomnia. jeongin's initial reaction is to book you into sleep therapy or buy you some melatonin to help you. but he knows both of those things take time. so, for now, what he does do is carefully curate a perfect sleep playlist for you. whether it will help or not, he doesn't know. but he wants to at least try for you. and he is so happy when he sees his plan work.

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[egonspenglerishot]

omg ghostbuster writer yay! can i get egon doing something nice for his gf (like a very meaningful act of service or whatever) and being rewarded by his face being peppered with kisses? it'd be cute to see his reaction and pretty funny to see how the others would react to his face covered in lipstick marks.

OH MY GOODNESS YES!

“Peppered In Kisses”

Egon Spengler X Reader

Ray knew it was…coming up to your time of the month. Hell he tracked your cycle for you, he told you he would from the beginning, explaining that it’s healthy to keep track and then you can prepare in advance.

He gathered your favorites and the essentials for you before setting them on your beside table. He’d even gotten you twinkies, and he never gets the for anyone but himself. When yu finally got home from your day out he was there to greet you at the old fire station door. You were so grateful he was there and gasped as he picked you up. He took you to the bedroom and set you on the bed.

“You need rest you’ve been on your feet all day and your due on in the next few days. I got all your favorites and the essentials, I made sure that all your comfy clothes are in the airing room so their fresh and warm to”

Your cheeks heated up as he helped you get changed into your PJs. “Egon? Can you lay with me?” He nodded and smiled laying beside you. You took this opportunity to kiss all over his face, you pulled away and your deep pink lipstick had left lip marks all over his face. You giggled and kissed him properly

“You’ve been peppered in kisses” You snorted gently and Egon smiled. Later after you’d fallen asleep Egon headed down to the lab to be greeted by his fellow ghostbusters snorting at him. He knew the lipstick stains were still there and he grinned “Atleast I have a stable girlfriend Venkman” he sat at his desk and hummed to himself. Odd. Being covered in something that belong to you gave him a very sharp tongue and confidence boost. He made a note of that in his personal journal and continued his work.

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