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floydsmuse · 4 months

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Meggy I have no idea where this came from but it's just so perfect for our boy Miles that I cannot and will not pass it up (lol).

After Miles got out of the army he no doubt had trouble sleeping at night. It was a pain in the butt for the both of you, but you and his parents were willing to do whatever you could to help him get better. Sometimes at night when he'd wake up, you would switch on a movie but there wasn't really anything on except the old Scooby Doo cartoons and you were both kinda like "alright, we'll take it" (lol).

You were so surprised during your first year of living at the cottage on the ranch when Miles brought home a rather unexpected anniversary gift, a seven week old English Sheepdog puppy and my God was he the cutest little ball of floof you had ever seen!!! You and Miles had to pick a name for him and what else should Miles choose but "Shaggy" after his favorite cartoon character (lol).

You and Miles and the rest of the family can't get enough of Shaggy's antics. At Halloween he somehow manages to fit his entire body into a pumpkin that's like four times his size, but you and Miles can't resist snapping photos. When he gets bigger, Shaggy quickly earns his keep by herding the goats, sheep and other farm critters. You and Miles couldn't stop laughing one day when Shaggy came running back carrying one of the bunny rabbits by the scruff. Somehow, the little shit had gotten out of the hutch and tried to make his escape but that dog was the best pair of eyes you could have ever asked for.

And during the winter? Ooooh, Shaggy is the best bedwarmer ever!!! The cottage is older so it does get a little drafty even with the fireplace going and the woodstove as well but the minute Shaggy crawls into you bed and then gets up it's so toasty.

When you got pregnant with Benny, Shaggy became your personal bodyguard and wouldn't let you anywhere near the other critters because he was scared you'd get hurt. Miles would laugh because Shaggy was constantly sniffing your bump and trying to put his paw on it.

When Benny was finally born, Shaggy was one of the first family members to come and meet him. Miles would sometimes be sitting shirtless in the rocker with tiny little Benny and Shaggy would come to sniff him. Just like Six-Thirty, Shaggy would wake up the second Benny did and would come right to your shared bedroom to wake you or Miles.

When Benny got older and when Jesse had been born, Shaggy became Benny's best friend. Miles had caught the two one night in the window seat of the living room listening to the wolves howling and Benny and Shaggy would both howl together (lol).

Meggy it's not my longest thought but I meant to send this last night and ended up falling asleep before I could (lol).

ah Mary my darling! i can’t wait to read what you’ve sent in for our precious boy :,)

~ oh yes! i remember you bringing this up to me over our messages! i love the idea of wifey & Miles adopting a sheep dog & calling him Shaggy since that’s Miles’ favorite Scooby doo character🥹 that couldn’t be more perfect!

~ aww just picturing a little sheep dog fitting into a pumpkin during halloween time is so cute!! i love it! i could definitely see Shaggy being the certified herder of the critters out on their little farm too! haha the part about the bunny was so funny & sweet! could absolutely picture Shaggy as always being so alert & protective of not only wifey & Miles, but of the other animals too :,)

~ Shaggy would be the best bed warmer & bodyguard there ever was! especially when you’re pregnant. he would always keep watch for any suspicious visitors that may come onto the land & would stay at your feet day & night before baby arrives. i could even see Miles taking on the role of training Shaggy! he learns the basics of course, but also on how to be on high alert at all times & to be able to warn the two of you of any potential danger!

~ yes! i could see Shaggy being like Six-Thirty in that sense too. he’d wake you two up as soon as Benny even starts to stir while sleeping & would watch over his crib like a hawk! he’d of course watch over your bed too! he knows his job of being the family’s protector & he takes it very seriously! Shaggy becoming Benny’s best friend is sooo🥹 couldn’t be more adorable! i love the part where you mentioned Miles catching Benny & Shaggy howling out to the moon like wolves :) i could even picture Miles joining in on the fun too!!

Mary! these thoughts were so sweet & they made me smile 🥰 thank you for sending them in! like i’ve said many times, i seriously love reading them & getting to see the new amazing things you come up💗

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eyesopentv · 3 months

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when you do laundry in a communal space do you want to talk to people there??

#miles thots #i went to move my clothes into the dryer and this family was in there and the guy said ‘oh good we’ve been waiting for you’#it still had 3 minutes left #when i went back to take my clothes out of the dryer they were there again and the guy was like ‘you got here right on time’#bc my dryer had just finished. i set a timer so i’m never more than two minutes late to move my clothes #so i take out my dry clothes and split what’s still wet between two machines and the guy again goes ‘that’s so smart’ and then starts #talking about his laundry habits #the whole time there’s a maybe 2 year old screaming bc she doesn’t wanna be there #and to top it all off my laundry card ran out of money and the machine to add money wasn’t working #so i had to run back up to my building to grab my extra card (it was my first but i thought i lost it so i bought another)

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screamingaboutaceattorney · 11 months

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i don’t even know anymore

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image 1: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. dahlia hawthorne says “yes im trying to kill you LOL stop being so immature about it” with a happy expression. end id

image 2: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. aura blackquill says “*sips green chemicals out of my Erlenmeyer flask using a silly straw*” with a happy expression while clonco stands to her left. end id

image 3: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. at the top of the post is a picture of a bunch of snails in a ring with one snail in the center on top of a glass table. text on the picture reads “My girlfriend walked outside this morning to see this, a bunch of snails in a circle with leader in the middle…” juniper woods says “We’ve found it Snail Church” with a happy expression. myriam scuttlebutt then says “snurch” with her arms crossed. hugh o’conner says “Take me to snurch” with a smug expression. end id

image 4: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. trucy wright says “weatherboy (derogatory)” while pouting with her hands on her hips. apollo justice asks “op what does this mean” with an exasperated expression. trucy replies “wouldn’t you like to know weatherboy” with a happy expression. end id

image 5: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. aura blackquill says “im the smartest person on earth. if you saw my tits you’d understand.” with a smug expression while resting on clonco. end id

image 6: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. raymond shields says “i love not being a teenager but also sometimes people on the internet just say words and i have to look them up on urban dictionary like i’m 90” with a disappointed expression. end id

image 7: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. franziska von karma says “standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing.”” with an angry expression. phoenix wright comments “Wow you are not ready to hear about trees” with a thoughtful expression. end id

image 8: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. sebastian debeste says “Thots on the Pope” with a smug expression. miles edgeworth responds “So the pope has thoughts now” with a thoughtful expression. kay faraday comments “crawling all over him like weevils” with a happy expression and justine courtney says “They’re called cardinals I think” with a neutral expression and her gavel extended. end id

image 9: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. pearl fey says “One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her.” with a dejected expression. young trucy wright then says “The trick is to get a really big hat and then scream” with a happy expression. end id

image 10: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. athena cykes says “u ever think about how ur skeleton is always wet” with a thoughtful expression. apollo justice replies “I wish I never had but thanks for ruining my life” with an exasperated expression. trucy wright adds “don ’ t worry ! there will come a time when it ’ s not :)” with a happy expression. apollo says “Thanks! Even worse :)” with a scared and startled expression. end id

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onlyhuis · 3 months

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stoner!svt

their favorite forms of weed + random stoner thoughts

member — svt ot13 x reader genre — headcanons, humor word count — 1.0k warnings — descriptions of marijuana and smoking. there isn't anything explicit or suggestive in this, but my blog is 18+ so minors dni. but whether you're a minor or not, please do not take advice about drugs from strangers on the internet,, i am so unqualified and this is just a reflection of my own experiences so don't take anything here as fact. always use responsibly! notes — huge thanks to @wooahaeproductions @highvern and @gyuwoncheol for brainstorming this with me !! as tumblr's resident stoner huihui i have many more thots about stoner!svt so feel free to stop by my inbox with your ideas to chat 👀

one reblog = one joint hand rolled for you by minghao himself

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seungcheol: dab pen

big bulky man requires a big bulky pen. it hits harder and feels way more intense so he doesn’t care that it’s harder to clean. he also has a dab rig and he thinks it makes him cool and different because he and vernon are the only ones who actually know how to use it

jeonghan: weird shaped bong

he has to be Extra at all times so he has a surprising variety of odd shapes. the tentacle one on his dresser is his most interesting one for sure, but the one shaped like an arcade game machine with actual flashing lights is his favorite. he’s the king of princess treatment so he definitely makes everyone else light his bongs for him; why would he do it himself when there’s a perfectly good coups sitting right there?

joshua: fruity disposable thc pens

he’s made it his life mission to try every flavor once. los angeles is like the vape capital of the world so there is definitely no shortage of flavors for him to try. someone please pack him a normal regular unflavored bowl before all his clothes permanently smell like strawberry ice. he thinks he’s subtle but you can literally smell him a mile away, his scent enters the room before he does

junhui: literally anything

willing to take whatever you’re willing to give: you put any kind of weed in front of him and he’s gonna try it. he really doesn’t have a preference for what form it’s in, as long as he gets to do it with you <3 i can also see him trying edibles in different forms than the usual kinds, like the ones that come in a can like soda or a bag of chips. it’s hard to tell when he’s high because he’s the same amount of giggly as he always is, it’s like a 50/50 chance of whether he’s stoned or just silly

soonyoung: preroll joints

he tries so hard it’s kind of sad but also so funny. he takes one hit and coughs like he's been chainsmoking cigarettes for the last 40 years, then gets tired after 10 minutes and lays facedown on the floor until he falls asleep. he’s not invited to smoke with you anymore because he spills the bong water every single time without fail. he becomes the most giggly and cuddly person you’ve ever seen in your life; imagine drunk hosh, times ten. he sets up his tiger plushies in a circle and passes the joint around like he’s a 4 year old girl having a tea party. he starts crying if one of them feels left out so he has to count and make sure they all get an equal number of hits

jihoon: normal shaped bong

locks himself in and hotboxes the studio. he mostly does it to get out of his own head and chill alone for a while, so don’t even think about interrupting him. he’ll emerge from a cloud of smoke a couple of hours later with 2 new albums, god of light music: the sequel, and a solo for hoshi. he doesn’t let the other members touch his stuff or even know where he hides it

wonwoo: normal shaped bong (dirty)

i hate to play into the dirty gamer boy stereotype that he’s always written as… but he 100% never cleans it. it’s always byob (bring your own bong) when he invites you over because he may be with fine smoking a crusty bowl, but not everyone feels that way sorry dude

minghao: hand-rolled joints

he doesn’t trust anyone to roll but himself. he has fancy expensive organic papers that he got from an exclusive farmer's market and he treats it like an art form but honestly it hits way better when he does it so you don’t question his technique. a hand rolled joint from minghao is like a gift from god

mingyu: homemade edibles

vernon gave him a homemade rice krispie once and he swore it wasn’t hitting so he ate another one... and then passed out on the couch. after vernon gave him the recipe, mr. professional chef here decided he likes to bake them himself but somehow always ends up measuring it wrong and makes them way too strong. on accident or on purpose? we may never know. most likely both. he gets so high he can’t even stand up straight, most giggly and cuddly person you’ve ever seen #2

seokmin: cbd gummies

he takes them to relax or to help him fall asleep rather than to get super high. but he still wanted to feel included with the members who smoke so he tried to buy a cart one time but he bought a melatonin pen on accident instead and they never let him live that down

seungkwan: normal shaped bong (clean)

he takes good care of his stuff and he’s serious about it! he had a bad experience with mold once and now he’s paranoid about remembering to change the bong water. he cleans it daily and keeps everything nice and organized, and he has a bedazzled grinder because if he’s gonna smoke then he’s gonna do it in style obviously

vernon: also literally anything

he’s honestly down for whatever. he prefers smoking over edibles but he doesn’t care if it’s a joint, a pen, a bong. also depends on his mood but the majority of the time it’s whatever is the closest within reach and requires the least amount of effort

chan: 4ft tall bong

how? why does he have that? where did he get it? huh? those are all questions he doesn’t have the answers to either. it’s more of a mascot than anything; it sits in the corner of his living room like a lamp and he doesn’t even use it. he uses a regular bong the majority of the time but only because he’s afraid of breaking the sacred Tall Bong. it’s a big hit at parties

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goldustwomun · 2 years

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bruises (m.m.)

pairing: matt murdock x gf! reader

summary: matt comes home, battered and bruised. you take care of him, like you always do, but he asks for something more, just this once.

warnings: mentions of injury; some angst because... of course; fluff as well because matty boy is whipped with r; loving, soothing, we want matt murdock to be happy!!; some self-deprecating thoughts by matt, but those are remedied!; this is short but sweet <3 (also unedited, lol sorry i’m sleeping x)

wc: 2.1k+

note: my first matt fix and agh, i loved writing it, i love matt!!!! thank you to this sweetheart of an anon that requested this :)) always down to hear anyone and everyone’s thoughts (or thots lmao) about my favourite devil

He should’ve been back already. The clock was nearing four in the morning, and you could already hear the incessant beeping of the garbage truck making its daily round down your street.

But this was what he did, what he had to do – at least that’s what you reminded yourself, over and over, whenever your heart dropped too low for your liking.

Matt Murdock had a knack for making you worry, and though you always got that sudden urge to scream, shout, push him into a room and lock the door forever – anything to keep him safe from the outside world that was always out for him, one way or another; you knew you couldn’t keep him from himself. It was his guilty conscience and wounded soul that forced him into the suit every night, fighting whatever monster the streets threw his way, and you could do nothing but kiss him before he left and wait for him to return.

There was a crash in the living room. You cursed your past self for placing the new picture frame you’d bought – your favourite photo of you and Matt encased inside its ornate borders – right by the window sill. Matt was an expert at orienting his way around a room, especially one as familiar as your apartment, but sometimes (more than you’d like to admit) he came back with a few too many chips in his armour.

You were waiting for the day, silently praying it never came but you prepared yourself anyway, when those endless cracks finally met, causing the entirety of him – of Matt – to collapse into himself. It scared you shitless, how could it not? Watching the man you loved get pulled apart by otherworldly horrors; come home battered, bruised, for a city that never truly appreciated all he sacrificed – it was a kind of physical, visceral ache you could never truly describe.

“Fucking– fuck!”

You scrambled to shove your feet into your slippers, shivering against the cool air that invaded the apartment from the window you’d left open for him. Matt stood, hands clenched into fists, clad in a stark but somehow faded crimson. You always moaned about how the colour made it hard to easily identify any blood and injuries on him, and Matt had insisted it was for the best because “--you already worry too much, sweetheart.”

“Matty?” you called out gently, driving your feet into the wooden floors loud enough for him to pinpoint your location.

“Why are you up?” he asked, though you could hear the scolding tone in his voice from miles away. It was when you got closer, until you were right in front of him with only the broken shards of glass separating the two of you, that you noticed the bleeding gash down the right side of his face.

“Your face– Jesus Christ, Matt.” You used the toe of your slippers to push the dispersed glass to the side, setting a mental reminder to clean the mess up properly once you’d had a chance to look at your injured idiot of a boyfriend. He stayed quiet, knowing he could say nothing to stop you from worrying.

And he could hear, could feel how your heart was racing, like you’d run a marathon or watched those scary movies that always kept you up at night – but, he thinks, those would be easier than this. Than him.

So he stayed quiet, knowing better than to argue with you when you got like this – highly alert to every one of his responses, no matter how imperceptible or minute. Sometimes, he wondered if you’d also survived some freak accident and come in contact with hazardous materials, because your ability to sense everything about him often rivalled his own exceptional abilities.

But it wasn’t an accident or extraordinary powers that you had, he’d have to remind himself. It was love.

You loved him so fully, deeply, generously – the kind of all-consuming love he’d never even considered could be his. Until you.

“Did you eat?” he asked quietly as you led him into the bathroom, pushing the cover down on the toilet and sitting him on it. The impressionistic painting he usually viewed the world through was messier than normal, a few more smudges and dark spots – like someone had dropped a bottle of ink across a canvas – so he could only vaguely listen to your practised movements.

You didn’t respond, so he cleared his throat, whispered your name pleadingly into the suffocating silence.

“Not now Matt.” He sighed, eyes flickering shut as he slumped back, head resting against the tiles. “I’m going to clean up your wound, then you’re going to get into the shower while I make you something to eat– then we can talk, okay?” Your words were strained but steady, like you were fighting back the anger you so desperately wanted to hurtle his way.

He nodded, unsure if you were even watching him, but grateful for you and your comforting presence and anchoring voice.

Matt felt your delicate fingers tilt his face to the side, exposing the wound dangerously close to his ear. He felt hopeless, like an ant trying to escape an imminent watery grave. Despite having only injured his right ear, he could feel the tight grasp he had on reality slipping too fast through his fingers.

He was grappling in the dark for something solid, something to hold onto instead while his senses rested, healed, caught up with the world around him– and before he could truly spiral out of control, you kissed him, delicate and warm, on his forehead.

“You’ll be fine, Matty, just let me take care of you,” you reassured him, squeezing his shoulder extra hard as you wiped the alcohol-soaked cotton bud across his cheekbones.

“Okay,” was all he could manage, choking on emotions he couldn’t decipher, not when he was still drenched in blood and floating, or drowning, he wasn’t sure.

It didn’t take long for you to disinfect his wound, clean the blood staining the skin of his cheeks, jaw, down his straining neck.

You helped him into the shower, knowing that after particularly difficult nights (which you were starting to think this night was), he needed some time to himself, to analyse his feelings, and unscramble the puzzle pieces until the picture was complete. While Matt showered, you returned to the living room, broom in hand as you sweeped the glass into the trash, bending down to pick up the photo that had been in the frame.

It was from your first few months together, on a seemingly ordinary day when you’d gone to Josie’s to meet Karen and Foggy. Of course, Foggy had something unintentionally hilarious and you laughed so hard, your face had flushed a dull red and you’d knocked over your drink into Matt’s lap.

He hadn’t even noticed, too busy enraptured by the sound of your laughter. He would tell you, later on, when things were getting muddy and you were on the precipice of giving in, letting Matt go even though it was the last thing you’d ever want to do. To your surprise, to everyone’s surprise, really, as Matt was ever the self-sacrificing, tortured saint – but he fought for you, begged you to stay in an entirely feverish, manic manner.

Matt explained how, that night at Josie’s, he’d promised himself that every night, he would go out into Hell’s Kitchen, and every win, every lose, every brutal beating, every far and few night he’d return unscathed – they were all so he could hear you laugh like that again.

He wasn’t always the most vocal about his feelings. Early on in your relationship, you never knew when he was hurting, worried, angry, sure, but even the moments of joy, excitement, love– you were never sure how he felt. But he’d learnt to share them, would lie in bed with you and whisper three good things that happened to him that day, and two not so good (always more good than not).

You heard him now, calling your name from the bathroom. Like shining a light on his emotions, Matt was also learning to ask for help. He didn’t have a choice in that matter, at least. When it came to nursing him back to relative health, you’d burrow your way past whatever bravado he was exuding and force him to accept your willing, insisting, hand.

“All done?” you asked over the pour of water, reaching past him to turn the shower off. He nodded silently, gripping the wet tiles and waiting, patiently, for you to wrap a towel around his waist. You held onto his arm, guiding him to the bedroom.

“Your clothes are right here,” you handed them to him – black briefs for him to sleep in, “and I’m just going to go make up a plate for you.”

He smirked at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was masquerading his true feelings or was genuinely back to his cheeky-self. “Clothes? You only handed me briefs?” he pointed out.

Even with his senses scattered, he knew, simply from past experience, that you were glaring at him. “Ha– Ha– Ever the jokester,” you noted sarcastically, pulling the gauze from your bedside table to wrap up the exposed wound so it wouldn’t get infected. Matt flinched, not expecting for your touch to be so gentle after he’d teased you.

But he wasn’t exactly in a state where that teasing could lead elsewhere, and while you were ordering him to get into bed, it wasn’t for whatever context those words were usually heard in.

“I’ve got to have my fun as well,” you tacked on at the end as you left the room. Matt smiled at himself, letting the towel drop so he could shimmy his briefs up his thighs. He did as you asked, sliding under the silk covers.

It was when he laid down, melted into the sheets and surrounded by the smell of you – jasmine from your soap, sunshine, parchment – that the pain returned, tenfold. That familiar pricking in his chest, like someone was stabbing a needle into his already struggling heart, over and over again. He’d tried to explain it once, and you couldn’t figure out a logical, medical solution to the peculiar pains of his.

Matt had to explain that while the pain wasn’t physical, it wasn’t something modern medicine could fix. It was far deeper, darker, dirtier – he was caked in thick layers of inexplicable aches and agonies, and while some might have turned to something harder, easier to hide beneath (and he definitely partook in those indulgences when you were nowhere to be found), he quickly realised that the softness of your arms were enough.

They were the only medicine he’d ever need – you’d slapped his chest when he’d used that line to avoid going to the emergency room after a particularly jarring bullet wound too close to his lungs.

He called out your name, fingers ghosting over the empty side of your bed. He could feel the residual heat of your body there, from when you’d been sleeping before he’d crashed back into your shared home.

You came rushing in, a plate of lightly seasoned, roasted potatoes wobbling in your hands. (strong flavours left him reeling for hours so he avoided them when he could). “What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Should I call the doc–”

“No– no, sweetheart. I just want you to come to bed,” he confessed hesitantly, unsure of himself suddenly as he played with the corner of the sheets.

You sighed in relief immediately, abandoning the plate of food on top of the dresser – he never ate it anyway, somehow forcing whatever delicacy you’d conjured up into your mouth, instead. “Yeah, Matty, I can do that.”

Tugging back the blanket, you slipped in next to him, Matt wasting no time in curling into your side, relishing in the heat and security that emanated from you, the kind he could get lost in if he wasn’t careful. It took everything in him to coerce his body to loosen in your hold, ease away the tension that threatened to keep him up.

“Can I get you anything?” you whispered into his hair, tracing lazy patterns into the skin of his upper arm with one hand, while the other brushed back and forth, at the spot right under his ear that would have him liquefy completely.

His head was tucked against your chest, intact ear listening close to the muted thump of your heartbeat. He counted every inhale, exhale, breath you took – he couldn’t rest until he knew you were alright, knew he hadn’t pushed you close to that precipice once again.

“Hold me, please,” was all he said. He felt your heart skip a beat, but on the outside, you only kissed his forehead, touch soothing him into a somewhat undisturbed sleep, the first he’d had all week.

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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hello! ur writing is absolutly beautiful

i had a soft peter parker thot- just soft giggly kisses. when he's messing with you in public and you get all blushy and he kisses your cheek just to see you wrinkle your nose in the way he loves, when he makes you dinner but makes more of a mess in the kitchen than he thought he would and you just kiss his nose and help clean up. compliment battles during soft make-out sessions, kissing away any teeny tiny insecurity.

yeah- you get it, just all the soft kisses with peter <3

I call this, four times Peter Parker absolutely melted your heart from his soft giggly kisses

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You looked around the farmer's market, your eyes desperately searching for a tall, lanky young man who had a mop of soft brown hair and stunning eyes. It was your fourth date with Peter, one that had been delayed due to unexpected work events on both ends.

A pit of nerves had found its place in your stomach. It had been nearly a week since you last saw Peter. Things had been going great-much better than you expected. But what if during the course of a week, his feelings had changed? What if he had met someone new? What if-

Your negative thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your name being called out. You whipped around to see Peter making his way through the crowd, somehow able to avoid bumping into every person and object.

That big smile of his, the one that encapsulated his whole face, took your breath away. All you could do was to focus on that heart-fluttering smile. It wasn't until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, that you realized your feet were no longer on the ground.

"Ahh, Peter!" You squealed, trying to conceal your laughter. His lips pressed against your cheek. The display of affection made your face feel warm.

"Missed you," He giggled, continuing to press soft kisses all over your face.

"I missed you too Tiger." All your worries were now miles away.

ⅠⅠ.

"Peter?" You called out as you opened the door to your apartment. Some catchy tune was playing in the kitchen. You could hear Peter's feet walking all around the kitchen, along with the clanging of lids and utensils.

"Babe?" You called again, closing the door. Peter's footsteps stopped. In less than a moment, your boyfriend was running out of the kitchen to greet you.

"Hey bug!" Peter greeted you casually, as if he wasn't covered in flour and some kind of red sauce.

"Hi! You....are you cooking?" Peter tended to be more on dish duty than cooking duty. So the idea of him cooking was both surprising and a bit worrisome.

"Huh? Oh yeah!" He said, noticing his appearance for the first time, "you've been so busy with work this week, I thought it would be nice to cook you dinner! My hope was it would be ready by the time you got home, but I kinda had to start over. Did you know that making your own meatballs and pasta from scratch is a lot harder than it looks?"

You didn't have to walk in to know the kitchen was a disaster. But you couldn't find it in yourself to be mad. The gesture was too sweet.

"Is dinner close to being ready?" You asked, taking a step forward. It was then you noticed he had what looked like tomato sauce smeared across one of his cheeks and flour had found its way into his hair.

"Uh...no. I was about to start attempt number three," Peter paused, running a hand up and down his neck, "....We should just order takeout at this point, shouldn't we?"

You giggled, standing on your toes to kiss him on the nose. He bent his knees slightly, enabling his lips to be at the same level as your's, pulling you into a kiss.

"Hey! You're getting flour on me!" You teased.

Peter ignored you, opting to continue kissing you through his soft laughter.

ⅠⅠⅠ.

"This is probably going to sting," You warned Peter. He nodded his head in understanding. You leaned in, dabbing a soaked cotton pad against the cut across his chest.

You knew when Peter went out on patrol, he didn't expect you to stay up waiting for him. But you did anyways. You knew Peter pretty well at this point and knew that even if he was injured, he wouldn't ask for help if he saw you were asleep.

After disinfecting the wound, you leaned over to grab some gauze and tape. As you went to work on covering the wound, you noticed Peter had been relatively quiet tonight.

"Rough night?" You asked. He nodded his head in response, as he continued to look off in the distance. After ensuring the bandage wouldn't fall off, your hands moved up to cup his face, gently turning his head to make eye contact.

"I think you're doing an amazing job," you whispered. The compliment brought a soft smile to his face. His brown eyes softened, becoming full of love and light.

"I think you're the best nurse in the city," Peter remarked back. You giggled, closing the distance between your lips and his.

"I think you're the best pancake maker in the whole city," You retorted after breaking away for air. Peter raised his eyebrows, feigning shock.

"In the whole city? That's some pretty high praise," He pulled you back into his arms, "I think you're the best girlfriend."

"What a coincidence, I think you're the best boyfriend," You remarked, doing your best to keep a straight face.

"Wow, it's like we should date or something," Peter said, earning more laughter from you. The laughter didn't stop him from pressing soft kisses on your lips and across your face.

You knew later on, he would tell you about what was ailing him from tonight's patrol. But right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was he was safe and happy in your arms.

ⅠV.

"That was a fun wedding!" You said as you kicked off your shoes. You and Peter had just gotten back from a coworker's wedding. Pete was currently sitting on the couch, letting the effect of his multiple drinks wash over him.

"Yeah, we should totally do that again," He mumbled as he fidgeted with his tie.

You walked over to the couch. Without zero hesitation, Peter pulled you into his lap. Resisting was futile. When your boyfriend was tipsy and had super strength, escaping from his clutches was next to impossible.

"You need some help Tiger?" You asked, giggling as he pursed his lips into an exaggerated pout, "Come're, I got ya."

You hands went up to his neck, loosening and removing the tie. Peter sighed, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"What would I do without you?" He asked, his loving gaze still warmed your cheeks, after all these years.

"Probably using your enhanced strength to rip off your ties," You teased.

"I only did that once!" He defended, though it didn't stop you from laughing.

"You're beautiful," He mumbled into your skin, kissing your shoulder.

"You're quite handsome yourself Peter," You pressed your lips against his temple, feeling the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiled.

"Though.....you would look really beautiful in a white gown." You raised your eyebrows at his statement.

"Like....a wedding gown?" You asked for clarification.

"I mean....just because it's white," Peter giggled, pressing kisses across your shoulder and up your neck.

"Well, I think you would look divine in a tuxedo," You remarked, feeling Peter's lips inch closer and closer to your's.

"I'm not wearing a tux for our wedding," He laughed, "Sorry bug."

"You've already planned what you're going to wear? Seems like you've forgotten a step." You pointed to the ring finger on your left hand.

"I'm working on it," You heard him mumble against your neck.

"You're what?!"

Peter froze, realizing what he just let slip out, "Uh, isn't time for your skincare routine? You're always telling me how bad it is to sleep in makeup." He placed you on the couch, quickly getting up.

"Oh no, you're not swinging your way from this one!" You laughed, getting up to chase after Peter.

"Gotta catch me first!"

#I just wanted to write something soft and sweet #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker drabble #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm fic #my writing

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moviesstoriesandbooks · 2 years

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Kinnporsche finale(🤧🤧 )thots

1) apo and mile are so fine. And fine actors. And have good chemistry . Like all of that together. Wow.

2) p'tong did a wonderful job in the three brothers scene. And he looks like the elder brother when they're all sitting together. He's taller.

3) but jeff was the one consoling him. I kind of think kim didn't know daddy korn didn't die. Even he didn't think korn would take it so far as to fake his death . It's my feeling.

4) someone make a side by side gifset of that stan lee librarian fight in andrew Garfield's spidey movie , brooklynn 99's gina and kimchay scene. It was fuckin hilarious. But also extremely romantic. Like , kim tried to not break bottles in the beginning. 🥺 So that chay won't be disturbed or even slightly inconvenienced. 🥺🥺🤧 Lovely.

5) the shot of the theerapanyakun crest being shot multiple times during the confrontation scene in the porch🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

6) Did daddy chan know?? I feel like he may or may not have. His death was cinematic excellence though. It kind of gave off the vibe that he won't be mourned. Maybe bodyguard deaths are not mourned.

7) it's also kind of sweet how the elderly guards like erika and chan may see kinn still as the boy who would play pretend or run through the hallways or mess with them on their duty hours and shit and i dunno it kinda hurt seeing how erika was like get kinn out of here and chan was like they're coming fuckin run I'm sorry i couldn't stop them 😢😢😢🤧

8) also we didn't get MUCH of arm , pol and pete bodyguarding because they were with tankhun and all of us like to make fun of them that they're scaredy cats and all that. But do you think, for even a minute , that Korn would place his eldest heir under the protection of weak men? No no no. Those are the best guards under their payroll. They're also the MOST LOYAL and TRUSTWORTHY ones , which is what tankhun needs. And boy they delivered.

9) bible. The scenes where he breaks down. Acting🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

10) like if we're gonna mention acting we'd be here all day. Every single cast member did their job. The mother- creepy as hell and made us question if this was really the end , WITHOUT OPENING HER MOUTH EVEN ONCE.

Korn- master deception but gentle and calm hence we're bound to fall into his trap like a snake moves with the charmer

Gun- violent explosive loud so we're less likely to listen to him ,but more likely to suspect him.

Chay- his childlike innocence still there , but clouded by kim' s dark aura which is still shy of leaving him alone

Kim- still can play guitar and hold a gun , won't bat an eye while killing you , and many many things which even the main family spies probably haven't a clue about I'm sure.

Like all these different character portrayed with utmost care and precision. The entire cast deserves a second season.

11) most favourite scene is vegas going "or heart?" And kinn screamed YANG!!! . Like that's love bitch. 😔

12) second fav scene has to be jeff kicking ass while making all of us collectively drool.

13) pete and vegas was the couple i was most scared they'd leave as a cliffhanger or somethin but thank God. Also macau💕💕💕💕. They're a family and i like to believe that prosche protects them from afar which is how he gets the minor family to behave.

14) the rings. They got the matching rings. I'd like to believe kinn's is platinum and prosche's is gold.

15) vegas took multiple bullets. There may have been an alternative ending in my mind for like a few seconds where i thought pete would shoot the last shot to finally kill vegas coz he didn't want vegas to die by another hand.

16) i mean the sight of apo coming in with guns blazing , tits sculpting white tee and all which cut right through his biceps had me moaning so it's no wonder kinn's hand strayed a little far from the gun . 👀👀

17)tankhun had his fun. Like he wasn't afraid to kick ass from afar. Please sniper tankhun in season 2 🥺🥺

18)also people have been saying kinn is stupid and all of that and he's not fit to be a leader . I'd like you to consider .. the gun -porsche-kinn scene. He tried to talk his uncle out of it.

19) in the meeting after korn's supposed death , that's when i felt that kinn was most out of reach. Without porsche by his side his animalistic side has the wheel and that's not good for anybody. But with porsche back at his side , kinn sees reason.

20) and which is why kinn is better than korn. Kinn is not a manipulative violent asshole . He also doesn't trust his father(asks porsche "do you believe that?")maybe we'll get to see kinn finally grow out of his father's mould and be better than him in next season.

all is well..... I guess.

I have certain expectations or theories for the second season and i want them to be real so bad. Maybe another post ..... Hm...

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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I'm here to offer you more thots. You, convincing Rindou to go for a spa day with you. Consider Gymbro Rindou who resents his brother a little bit and refuses to go the extra mile and do nice self care to pettily distinguish himself from his brother. (Don't worry he does maintain a minimal skincare routine because he's not an idiot). But like watching Rindou like ACTUALLY relax.

yes!! this!!! >///<

i don’t care how much i’d have to whine for him to give in but we’re going, end of discussion (ran is my partner in crime and is silently rooting for me)

i’ve never had a real spa day myself but i’d for sure want to get a massage, heavens know my tense shoulders and back could need it and rin’s probably not doing any better on that part ㅠㅠ

but just turning off the thoughts of the outside world while we relax in our own little spa bubble for a day or even a weekend sounds so nice, just chilling in the warm water springs, walking around in those fluffy bath robes, eating good food and generally just taking it easy ♡

i’m taking our time alone to pamper him with love and affection as well because he’s so much softer when he doesn’t feel like he needs to keep up appearances, far away from the teasing remarks and prying eyes of his brother and colleagues <3

also, on the skincare note: i would buy a whole store worth of skincare if i had the money (like girlfriend of a gang executive kind of money) and you can bet your ass that my need for extensive routines affects not only me but also rin, he can’t escape the toners, serums and creams with me around (╯✧∇✧)╯

but lately, in exchange for letting me take care of him, rin’s been making me go to the gym with him…

why would you do that to me, i thought you loved me </3

#coffee & tea break #my regulars ♡#letter from: the gorgeous virtue ❀#vi is feeding me well #do i need to create a designated self shipping tag #it really is free serotonin #tokyo revengers #rindou haitani

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floydsmuse · 4 months

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Alright Meggy you've tempted me like never before (lol). I feel kinda bad that inspiration strikes like right after you answer but if that's what it comes to, then so be it (lol).

You think Miles was soft with the critters when they're giving birth? I'm imagining how he is with wifey when the little ones start putting in appearance (lol).

Miles is a bawling mess when you tell him you're pregnant. His bottom lip starts wobbling but when he breaks out in a smile as he's crying, you know he's the happiest man on earth (lol). Even though you're only about six weeks at most, Miles can't resist kneeling down on one knee and pushing your shirt up just a little to kiss your belly, mumbling against your skin that he can't wait to meet them.

He's so gentle with you, even during the hellish bouts of morning sickness which aren't the worst, but still rough. You held his shoulders when he had a both-end stomach flu once and Miles held your hair back while you were praying to the porcelain god one morning, because one always does the same for the other (lol). He'll always boil you a green tea with extra ginger and lemon (Kathy's orders) and always keeps a canteen full of ice water or Gatorade in the fridge.

Miles can't get over the fact that your bump practically shows up overnight (lol). He's always got his hands on it protectively, asking how the baby is even if he forgets that he already asked (lol, I can't get over that one). He'll lay his head on your belly and the first time he hears the baby's heartbeat, he's smitten and when he feels the baby kicking for the first time, he's almost in tears.

You and Miles have heard all the old wives tales from Kathy and you both wanna give them a test run before the baby is born. Miles asks you all the questions, salty or sweet? Carrying high or low? etc. You laugh a little bit because around the time you got pregnant was around the time Miles started to gain back the weight he had lost working at the hotel and you always joke that it the pregnancy cravings helped him out a little bit (lol).

Miles will treat you like a queen as you grow. If your feet are swollen, he's rubbing them out until they're back to normal. If the baby's restless in the middle of the night, he's rubbing soft circles on your belly to calm them down. He loves and adores you to no end, even as your body changes and tells you all the time that you look just as gorgeous as you did on your wedding day.

Oooh and putting the nursery together?? Miles and Otis hardly leave the woodshed and pretty soon they've made a cozy looking crib and a rocking chair. When you look at the little details cared into the wood you can see a bunch of Celtic knots and guardian angel figures carved into the wood. You guys even make soft, cuddly little toys for the baby including little circus animals which you know will be passed down through the family for years.

Miles may be the animal midwife, but with you he's equally so. Kathy, being a nurse, is on standby just in case you have to leave the house and go to the hospital (even though it's a good half hour away from the Millers' land, lol). If you're on your knees and leaning against the bed, Miles will rub your lower back to help you relax and walk you up and down the hall to help things move a little quicker.

Kathy will run you a bath and let you relax while Miles stays with you the whole time. He's surprisingly calm, even when you're swearing up a storm and squeezing his hand. Miles is helping you take deep breaths and gently coaxing you the same way he does for the critters. When it gets close, you ask him to get in with you so he can catch the baby and he does so without a second thought.

"You're doing so good Momma, you're so close," he says excitedly. "Baby's almost out, just gimme one more big push and you're there!"

You do just that and barely a minute later, Miles is holding a little baby, a boy that you name Benjamin Philip in honor of both his grandfathers (Benjamin Owen, Otis's father, although everybody usually called him Owen, lol and Philip for Kathy's father). You both are crying when Miles places Baby Benny in your arms and Kathy lets him cut the cord. When all is said and done and you're ready to go and rest in your shared bed, Miles is right there to make sure you're comfortable. He can't help himself either when he sees you feeding your baby boy for the first time and he digs out his notebook and a pencil to capture the sweet and intimate little moment between momma and baby.

You even capture a few yourself between Miles and Benny. Miles absolutely loves the skin-to-skin time with the baby and will always offer to do it when he knows you need a bath or to get up and move around or get some stuff done around the house. You love how soft he is, always cooing to Benny about how precious he is and how loved he is. You love when Miles sings to him and were trying not to cry when you heard him singing "Goodnight My Angel" (the Celtic Woman version) because that was what Miles's Grandma Essie (Otis's mother) used to sing to him when he was a baby. He even does the same two years later when Jesse arrives and all your other children after that.

Meggy, once again, I try for an appetizer and end up preparing a whole meal (lol).

ahh Mary! you don’t need to worry about sending thoughts/thots back to back! i don’t mind it one single bit. you can send them in whenever you feel like it :) sometimes it might just take me a little longer to answer back, but i know you understand <3 Miles with babies🥹 Mary please !! babies are a weakness of mine! i’m excited to read what you’ve sent in!

~ oh sweet boy :,) Miles would be over the moon once he finds out that you’re pregnant. he’d have this protective, loving hold on your belly at all times & wouldn’t want you to lift a single finger, no matter how many times you protest. he treats you like you’re made of glass during most of your pregnancy, but with good reason. he wants to make sure that you & baby remain healthy & safe throughout your whole journey🥹 i can picture talking to your belly as a daily thing. Miles will greet baby in the mornings, sing him a little song or just gush on about how excited he is to meet him. he of course bids him a “goodnight” & even goes on to say “don’t let the bedbugs bite” even tho he knows it’s not possible since baby boy live in mamas belly of course :,) but he loves to hear your little chuckle everytime he says it.

~ oh Miles would be so gentle & caring! he’d be there to hold your hair when you’re throwing up, he’d rub your back & massage the back of your neck to soothe you. yes yes!! he will ask you if you are okay a million times & if you show any signs of not feeling 100%, he will do everything in his power to try & make you feel even an ounce better.

~ ohh i’ve heard about those pregnancy quizzes that are used to determine what you could be having! i always wondered if they truly do work tho?? agreed to Miles treating you like a queen🥹 like i said he wouldn’t let you lift a single finger & would want to make everything easier for you! YES!!! a million times YES!! he would love your body throughout all stages of your pregnancy! he loves your newly formed stretch marks & kisses over every single one of them :,) your boobs become fuller, which would make Miles go absolutely feral & he’d just want to fondle & suck on them all day long🤤 ugh i need him !!

~ the nursery! i love how you mentioned celtic knots & guardians angels being carved into the wood pieces :,) it just sounds so beautiful & couldn’t be more perfect! wifey & Miles making little circus animal toys for baby ?! i love it so much🥰 just thinking about nights where Miles will go into the nursery & rock baby to sleep. he’ll slip into song or quietly hum to settle down any fussing. there will also be moments where Miles is shirtless & holds baby up to his chest for that skin-to-skin contact. he finds that it soothes the baby, but he also just loves that closeness that tends to get lost within the clashing of fabrics & really enjoys listening to the thumping of baby boy’s little heartbeat :,)

~ MILES BEING THE MIDWIFE ?! MARY PLEASE !!! 🫠 he would absolutely tell you how good you’re doing & would just shower you with all these praises & words of encouragement the whole way through! him not thinking twice about getting in with you to catch the baby is soooo🥹 i’m incredibly soft over this ughh!

~ aww the baby!! Benny is such a cute little nickname! i also love that it has a significance behind it & relates back to family. it’s so so sweet! okay but Miles taking out his notebook to draw you while you feed your babies ?! he’s unreal 🫠 you think you look like a mess, but Miles assures you that you look like a goddess & just wants this little sketch for himself as a reminder of this day you gave birth to your beautiful healthy baby boy. ahh love us both mentioning skin-to-skin between baby boy & Miles, & also Miles being into singing to little Benny too :) great minds think alike. hehe !!

Mary my darling! i can’t thank you enough for this, truly!! these thoughts were just everything & i seriously loved reading them so much🥰 i’m sorry it took me a minute to get back to you! i hope you like what i contributed to it haha :) it was all perfect regardless tho💗

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #miles thoughts/thots <3 #bad times at the el royale

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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ok ok ok yes it's me a third time, i literally thought about this all day, i have a problem. I'm not saying it's a THEORY~~~ but I could absolutely see this chain of events: 1) YG realizes (and hates) that he likes her, 2) OC realizes and comes to terms with liking him, 3) OC goes out on a limb and admits it, 4) YG short-circuits and acts like an ass about it and lies to her face about his side of it.

THERE'S A REASON IT'S CALLED BRAINROT HOURS 🧠

ooooof this would be so painful !!!! 😩 we'd have to add it to reader's list of embarrassments which i think might literally be a mile long already lmfao.... so meannnnn of yoongi too but it's not like he hasn't been mean before 💔

🎉 LDOMLT brainrot hours !!! 🎉 drop your theories 👀, headcanons 💭, questions ❔, and fluffy or smutty (or angsty?!) thots 🥰 about look down on me like that!

#daechwitatamic #mbox 📮#ask game #LDOMLT brainrot hours 🧠

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toruro · 8 months

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yes it was meeee ………i was a little embarrassed IDK to request and Be like omg im 💿 anon let me just Request this fucking ungodly thought and Just tarnish my name forever or somtehing I DOMT KNWO. so i sneaked it in the cd emoji into the emojis. but. YES i was also floored from the thought of THAT hao…bcs like omg Just the thought of the whole aforementioned scenario has literally been HAUNTING my mind for like a year So. hes just so hot its really hard being an 8star 😕…..

and omg im blushing i cant believe this im gonna cry …😢😢😢 i feel so special that youd let me always send minghao requests oh my gawd🫥💋 AND JUST to like clarify bcs i would never want to make u uncomf or put pressure on u w them BUT do u mean Like even when ur rules say reqs closed in ur rules ^__^ regardless if i have to wait or if i have exclusive hao requesting privileges as soon as i have a hao thought im running to your inbox to share with you :3❤️‍🔥💿

p.s. i still havent moved on from mile high club tattoo it on my forehead 😶‍🌫️

LMAO THAT'S FUNNY ... brb gotta edit the tags on the og post so i remember it's u .., seriously the idea haunted me like it's such a concept ^^ glad u shared it w ME like wow :3 u guys rly associate me w hao [deranged screaming noises] u know what like honestly ... i'm ok w u sending hao thots just beware there is like a 2/5 chance i'll actually do it based on my mood [glances at my inbox ... sigh ... so many good things i wanna write 4 u guys and so little time]

#answered #✰ 💿 anon

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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I Told You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

(18+ Only) Warnings: mommy kink, oral-sex on strap on (nat receiving), face-fucking, spitting kink, praise kink, degradation, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, dub-con (?), tummy-bulge kink, overstimulation, cum-filled strap on

A/N: hello! this is a second part to Mile High Club! it’s thot hours, so i hope you whores enjoy this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: My good lord. I need a Part II to Mile High Club, where Nat is absolutely destroying R with her strap🥵🥵

Mile High Club | I Told You

Summary: Natasha is a woman of her word.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You hit the floor with a loud thud as Natasha shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

You stayed on your knees, knowing all too well that your punishment would worsen if you moved an inch.

You watched as Natasha slowly tore her clothes off, purposely taking a little longer than usual, to see if you’d disobey her, but to her surprise, you didn’t.

Even as she walked over to the closet and pulled out your favorite strap-on, attaching the harness to her waist, you didn’t budge.

Natasha was impressed, but she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that.

The redhead stalked over to you, where you still kneeled in front of the bed. You let out a squeal when she harshly gripped your hair, pulling your face towards the toy.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Suck.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You didn’t have to be told twice as you gripped the base of the cock, running your tongue around the tip teasingly, but a grunt from Natasha and a needy thrust of her hips, put a stop to your teasing.

Nat shoved the entire length into your mouth in one swift motion, smiling at the sound of your gags as the strap hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes quickly.

“You better get to work and make mommy cum before I really give you something to cry about and fuck you with no preparation.”

You focused on breathing through your nose, nodding against her cock before pulling your mouth completely off of the strap, slamming back onto the strap.

Each time the strap hit the back of your throat, the base of the cock would rub against Nat’s clit, providing her pleasure as well.

Her moans encouraged you to keep going. You didn’t want to disappoint your mommy. So, you took a deep breath through your nose and took the entire length into your mouth, and held it there for a few seconds.

Natasha looked down and groaned at the sight of you on your knees, droll trailing down your mouth and chin, your beautiful gags filling the silence of the room.

You pulled back halfway and repeatedly slammed down onto her cock, sucking as hard as you could. Even though you knew Nat couldn’t feel it, what you did know was that she went crazy over the sounds, and you were right.

The redhead gripped both sides of your head and began to pound the strap into your mouth, fucking your face as fast as she could.

“Fuck, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You’re so good with your mouth. Gonna fill that slutty mouth with my cum.”

Natasha muttered out and with a few more thrusts, she came with a silent moan. You felt the fake cum fill your mouth and hastily swallowed everything.

You looked up and watched as your girlfriend’s head flew back and her eyes fluttered shut, the hands on your head were shaking as she was overcome with bliss.

When the Russian relaxed, she yanked you off of her cock, reveling in the coughs that followed after the action.

She smirked in satisfaction. The thought of your throat being sore tomorrow from her cock had Natasha eager to fuck you, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing.

“You look so pretty like this, honey. Covered in spit, cum, and tears like a dumb whore. Open.”

You opened your mouth at Natasha’s command. She gripped your jaw and spit into your mouth, wiping away a few drops of cum that you failed to swallow.

“Swallow, strip, and get on all fours. Face down and ass up, baby.”

You immediately swallowed and stood up. You tore your clothing off at lightning speed before practically jumping onto the bed in excitement. Natasha let out a dark chuckle as you did so.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited, slut. I’m gonna destroy this sweet pussy.”

You closed your eyes and shuttered as Natasha teasingly rubbed the strap against your slit.

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me with your cock.” You begged, but you quickly learned that was a bad move, when Natasha’s hand landed a hard smack against your ass.

She spanked you a few more times, her blows getting harder as she continued. By the time she was finished, you were shuddering and crying as she rubbed the red skin.

“Whores don’t get to beg. You take what mommy gives you and deal with it. Understood?”

You nodded against the bed, your face buried into the mattress. You made sure to mumble a ‘yes mommy’ to avoid more spanks.

Suddenly, all the air was knocked out of your lungs when Natasha slammed the cock deep into your entrance.

Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she set off with a brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your whorish moans resounded throughout the bedroom.

“Fuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this pussy with my big cock, you’re still so tight. Such a cockwhore.”

Natasha grunted out as she continued her relentless thrusting. You were practically bouncing on her dick from the force of her thrusts.

“Your cockwhore, mommy.” You turned your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the plush mattress, as you tried to catch your breath.

Natasha gripped the base of your neck and yanked you up, your back flush against her chest. Her grip was tight as she rutted into you.

“My cockwhore? That’s right, you’re my little slut, nothing but a hole for mommy to fuck. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You were panting, feeling lightheaded from the slight restriction she provided to your airways.

“Yes! Yes, mommy. All my holes are yours to fuck. Only yours.”

You were completely overtaken by the pleasure. She continued to ram the strap into your pussy and the squelching sounds turned you on even more.

“Cum on mommy’s cock, whore. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

Natasha’s other hand reached around to rub tight circles onto your clit, the speed of her thrusts increasing until you came around her cock with a loud scream of her name, ‘mommy,’ and some other words the redhead couldn’t understand.

You breathed heavily as Natasha let go of your throat. You didn’t even have the strength to catch yourself. You just let your upper body fall onto the bed as Natasha gripped your hips again, keeping your lower half up for her dick.

Natasha continued pounding into you. She was sweating from the effort it took, but she didn’t care. She’d continue to fuck you, even if it was the last thing she’d ever do.

She admired the way your ass would bounce against her pelvis each time she bottomed out. She loved the redness of your skin, her handprints clearly visible from her slaps.

One of her hands slid up your spine, absolutely loving the way your back was arched, taking every inch of the cock desperately.

You winced as her fingernails dug into the skin of your back, scratching down your back. That was definitely going to leave behind some marks, not that you cared anyway.

You loved when Natasha would leave marks on your body. It was as if she was claiming you. She wanted everyone to know that she owned you and that was a huge turn-on.

“Your pussy is so desperate for mommy. I wish you could see how beautiful my cock looks inside of you, moya lyubov (my love).”

You whined when Natasha slapped your ass each time she thrust into you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. So, your squeals turned into moans.

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. You let out an animalistic scream as you came. Your entire body froze and you swear you stopped breathing for a second as you succumbed to the pleasure.

Natasha’s thrusts slowed and you let out a sigh of relief. You thought she was done, but oh, you were so fucking wrong.

The redhead picked you up and flipped you onto your back, her cock still inside of you. She began to fuck you once more, and you looked up at her pleadingly.

“Mommy, I- I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” You begged your girlfriend, but she didn’t listen. She continued to thrust into you roughly, one of her hands coming up and wrapping around your throat.

“You can and you will. Didn’t you say you were mommy’s cockwhore? And you’re begging me to stop fucking you? You’re pathetic.”

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, but they were still rough as she pounded into you. She was hitting all of your sweet spots with precision, her other hand finding its way to your hip.

You were extremely sensitive at this point. Each thrust had you twitching and wincing slightly. It had become too much, but you wanted to please her so bad, so you gave in.

Natasha’s eyes lit up when she saw the bulge of her dick prodding through your stomach. She loved how deeply she could fuck you; it was exhilarating.

“Mommy’s cock is so deep inside your pussy, honey.” The redhead growled out as the hand on your hip traveled up your body. She moaned as she felt the bulge of her dick in your stomach. It drove her wild and she was desperate to have you cumming against her again.

“Mommy’s gonna fill your pussy up with her cum. Gonna make you my little cumdump.”

Natasha grunted as her hand reached down and rubbed your clit quickly. Your eyes shut open, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets tightly. You were biting your lips so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood.

“Come on, honey. Coat mommy’s cock with your cum.” Natasha leaned down, still thrusting into you as she whispered filthily into your ear.

Your vision blurred as you came. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream as you hit euphoria. Your back rose off of the mattress, your neck straining from the angle.

The feeling of warm cum filling you up had you shuttering below the redhead. Natasha kept thrusting into you, pushing more of the cum deep inside of your pussy.

You whined when Natasha pulled the strap out of your cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The redhead threw the strap to some spot in the room, reminding herself to clean it later.

You stared up at your girlfriend through glossy eyes as she hovered over you. Natasha licked some of the drool that had escaped your lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned.

She stared down at you with a cocky smirk. You were completely fucked out, your body drenched in sweat as your hair clung to your forehead.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I told you I’d fuck you till you begged me to stop.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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strawberriebunn · 3 years

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BUNN. HELP. ELABORATE ON THIS. I NEED UR THOTS <3

OIKAWA buying you a bunny suit and making you wear it before he leaves for argentina. pretty lace white panties and a little fluffy cotton ball attached to a plug. looking absolutely adorable with the matching bunny ears and fluffed white laced bra as well. he couldn’t help but want you to wear a pink bow to go with it. you’re very shy about wearing it but he doesn’t care, he’s gonna rip it off you anyway when he corrupts his little bunny.

“Bunny”

lol i went wild with this!! sniff sniff when is it my turn :((

sora planted this seed in my brain oml y’all know im weak 😭🤚🏾

contains: bunny outfit, fucking while standing (reverse full nelson?), breeding?, idk, nicknames

He'd bought it on a whim. He was planning on asking you as a joke, one last big thing before he left for Argentina the next week, he wasn't expecting anything other than a "You're so funny Tooru!" or an "In your dreams, pretty boy."

So you can only imagine how his brain short-circuited and he immediately popped a boner right then and there, gawking at you when you said yes and reached for the box it came in.

It was a simple bunny outfit, a cute white one-piece with a hole placed right over your butt that came with ears, wrist cuffs, and an adorable pink bow tie, the plus was that it came with n adorable plug that had a bunny tail at the end, meant to go through the hole over your ass, further completing your look. The best part? He had gotten himself an outfit as well to further play out his fantasy, a male version, one typically used when serving food.

He was sweating bullets and hard as a rock before you even stepped out, his mind racing a mile a minute at what you'd look like when you came out. His eyes almost bugged out of his head, when you called his name, effectively stopping all his train of thought. You were fixing one of the cuffs, so you couldn't see the look on his face, his pupils expanding and jaw dropped.

"...pretty."

You had looked up at him in curiosity," Hmm?"

But he was already starting towards you, the little scenario he was thinking about fickling out and down the drain of his mind, how can he think of anything else but you right now?

He's snaking his arms around you, heading straight for the tail nestled snugly in the hole. He strokes it almost as if he's in a trance, and right when you're about to ask him what he's doing he's wrapping a hand around the tail and giving it a good yank. You won't be needing that. Yelping, you arch your back, face going into his chest, wrinkling the dress shirt he had on, as you both hear the audible pop when the tail leaves you.

You start to ask him what about the little scenario he wanted, but you can't even get that out before he's hoisting you up in his arms, and all but chucking you onto the bed. Leaving hot kisses all along your collarbone, trailing up your neck to your lips, which started as a sweet kiss and ended in a steamy, mess of tongue. All the while his hands are rubbing up and down your body, caressing every part like he was trying to imprint his hand to your body. He was trying his damnest not to rip the suit, he swears he was, he wanted to save it for later use, but he'd be damned if he didn't get to you right this second.

You can barely comprehend the ripping sound you hear, the only thing on your mind being nothing but Tooru, soon feeling his fingers slide over your clit, pressing down only the slightest bit. Circling his fingertip with his skilled fingers, he's still mouthing at your neck when his mind finally clears enough for him to start talking.

"Look so good, just couldn't help myself. You gonna let me have fun, yeah? gonna give you something to remember me with when I leave, gonna give you so much of my cum you'll feel it for weeks." He tells you as he begins unbuttoning his slacks.

You're practically mewling at this point, fisting the sheets around your head, before you feel yourself being lifted into Tooru's arms, wrapping your arms around his neck while he lifts your legs placing them in the crease of his elbow. Still, in a daze, you don't even get a whine out before he's lifting you up, lining his cock up with your hole, you're both looking down at it when he asks you

" You gonna be my good girl? My good, pretty girl?" Nodding, you babble out a quick yes before he's dropping you onto him, not even bothering to stifle the moan he lets out, grinning when he hears your scream.

You've never felt him this deep before, it's almost as if he was in your stomach, you're trembling when he lifts you again only to drop you like before. Then he's fucking up into you with fevor, hands for sure leaving a bruise on you, for everyone to know that you're spoken for. Everyone to know that you're his and will always be.

You're a mess. Your mouth hasn't closed since you took your last breath and that felt like ages ago even if it was merely seconds. You've got tears streaming down your face from how good he's rutting into you, nailing that spongy soft spot head-on religiously. It isn't long before,

"T-tooru, Tooru! 'm cumming, 'm cumming, s-slow down-" you try to babble out, hoping he can hear you in his craze.

Not happening he thinks, and if anything that has him increasing his pace tenfold. The ears once attached to your hair have made their way down in crooked paths. You're cumming before you realize it, legs tensing and the breath leaving your lungs. He's holding you impossibly close to him, relishing in the way your cute cunt suckles him, "as if she wants me deeper." he tells you, chuckling when it makes you clench even harder.

Panting on his shoulder, you're taken by surprise when he starts again, this time like he's trying to mold your pussy to the shape of his cock.

" Hope you didn't think that was all I had bunny. Can you give me another? Looked so pretty creaming on my cock like that, wanna imprint it in my mind for my trip." he tells you.

Which is how you found yourself mindlessly bouncing on his cock while he fucks you standing, fucked out of your mind. He's nearing his orgasm, you can tell by the way he's babbling above you, babbles of how much he loves you and how pretty you look for him. He shifts to release some tension on his thigh and you're screaming, his cock shifting angles and hitting a spot he'd never hit before. Hitting that spot a few more times has a different knot building in your tummy, something that felt better. You try to warn him, but it's too late, with a cry of his name you're squirting all over his stomach, it running down his thighs.

That must have been what he needed cause he's filling you up in the next second, letting out a guttural moan into your shoulder. Both of you panting, you try to lean back onto him when he's stealing your lips in a heated kiss.

You didn't get a lot of sleep that night, he quite literally fucked you out of your outfit. You don't even remember him pulling out of you, just him eventually moving you to the bed so he could "fuck you for real.". You woke up, with Tooru's arms wrapped around you, he was naked now you guessed he'd stripped at one point during the night.

His arms wrapped around you, and his cum leaking down your legs.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirsts #oikawa smut #hq smut #oikawa thirst #hq thirsts #.tooru💙#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #hq x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #.mooties <3 #.babe sora

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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years

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There were too many links on the other one so I had to make a whole new one for the new stuff!

Frankie masterlist pt. 1

* = NSFW

kiss cam

in bed with frankie

frankie edging you*

frankie teaching you to drive his truck

frankie taking care of you when you’re drunk

giving frankie a handjob*

frankie’s fear

singing in the car

sleepy frankie

frankie using his tongue*

mrs. morales

when you’re on top*

frankie interrupts your zoom class

frankie tells your zoom class a story

frankie finishes too soon*

the little things*

frankie loves your nose

brown skin

road head*

anything for you*

more about frankie’s hands

frankie comes home

frankie sees you in lingerie

snow day

when frankie can’t sleep

mile high club*

frankie may have a panty kink*

more about that panty kink*

a little more about the panty kink*

more about the headboard*

he calls you home

frankie makes a ice skating rink for you

intercrural sex*

the long way home* part 2*

petrichor*

late night thoughts*

frankie just wants to kiss you

frankie burns CDs for you

more CDs

first kiss

when you shower without him*

frankie teaching you to suck him off*

borrowing frankie’s truck

at the fair

2 am thots* [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight] [nine]

first argument

stargazing*

armrest

frankie shaves his beard

ring pop proposal

the things you find adorable about frankie

farmer!frankie headcanons

more farmer!frankie

birthday sex*

trail mix

proposal

HANDS*

frankie helps you with your medication

shower with frankie when he gets back from south america

spa night*

at the lake with frankie

frankie loves your thighs

frankie helps you on your bad days

you and frankie at the lake*

just one smile

frankie is proud of you

more hands

more pegging*

making frankie a new hat

sloppy drunk kisses

dessert*

frankie x baker!reader|dessert before dinner*

amazon position*

spin cycle*

frankie taking care of your hands

when he finishes too fast*

frankie and morse code

argument

primal dom!frankie*

touch

frankie’s pride and joy*

helping frankie

frankie goes down on you while you’re on the phone*

frankie after he finds out you’re in pain after sex*

sending him naughty pics*

fun size*

huddling for warmth*

discreet*| pt. 2*

drinks on me* (ft. agent whiskey)| part 2*

only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love*

tummy love

the sweetest of all sounds is praise*

happy anniversary

over the edge*

winner takes all

frankie does daughter’s hair with vacuum hose

breakfast*|part 2*

written on your skin

calling frankie daddy

first impressions

dessert before dinner*

senses of love*

low self-esteem

buckle pt. 3*

weekend at the lake*

frankie sees your self-harm scars

frankie helps you with your back pain

frankie “eats out like someone else is paying”*

happy hour*

what is soft is strong

more kissing

motorcycle!frankie*

release*

finger sucking*

i belong to you and you belong to me, too*

at first sight

frankie learning to love himself

baby, i can ease your pain*

let me count the ways

your very own masterpiece*

tell me a story

the way to a man’s heart*

i need you to stay*

wild about you*

payback*

the first time*

using a toy while frankie watches*

mistletoe

frankie is the first to go down on you*

what did you say?*

leave a message*

period sex*

frankie’s tummy

in your arms

just the way you are

playing with frankie in the mirror*

frankie + kisses

cuddling with frankie on a cold and rainy day

let me tell you what i see*

a man and a woman walk into a bar...

grey

a little help*

touching frankie in the mirror*

a forever type of love

here and now*

second chances*

#frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #headcanon #masterlist #fic

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