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eleanor-bradstreet · 11 months

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Still Going (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated/warnings: T - suggestiveness, language, panic attack, feels Word count: 1.4k

Summary: A meaningful moment with your new husband. Author's Note: This is just a lil idea that popped into my head last night. Inspired by just wanting to hug the sad!Anthony from one of @fayes-fics stories. Thank you to @colettebronte for helping me pin down the right moment for the header. 💙

Months into your marriage and your husband still left you numb with pleasure each and every night as you tumbled with one another across your bed. Two things had become abundantly clear to you soon after marrying Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. First was the reason unmarried young ladies were not allowed in private company with young gentlemen, particularly of the rakish variety. And second was that you were one of the lucky ones who did not view cavorting with your husband as some sort of grueling, customary duty for the sole purpose of conceiving children. No indeed, it was proving to be the highlight of your life together as he unlocked unimaginable sensations within your body that left your mind soaring even as you lay limp and panting in his arms.

It was in just such a moment on a still summer night at Bridgerton House that you both collapsed back into the pillows together, spent and euphoric from your lovemaking. You chuckled, nuzzling in close to Anthony’s side as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. You were fuzzy, lapsing into welcome sleep when he leaned away to reach for something on his nightstand. Then you heard the small clatter, immediately followed by his hissing curses.

“Dammit! No…” He rolled away from you, sitting on the edge of the bed as his voice rose in volume. “No, no, no. Fuck!”

Your eyes flew open to see his broad back hunched over, clutching something in his hands. You gathered the sheet around yourself and shifted to sit behind him. “Anthony? What’s wrong?”

In the low moonlight from the windows you could see he cradled his pocket watch in his palm, a splintering crack now etched across its face. His shoulders were beginning to heave, his breath growing short as he stared at it, transfixed. “It broke…” he croaked. “It…it just fell. I’ve dropped it before, but it broke and I…” He was gasping now, fighting for air like a drowning man as his eyes darted and his hands began to shake.

You had seen this before, one of his spells when fear and overwhelm consumed him. It had happened when his youngest sister had broken her leg during childish roughhousing, again when his brother had received an innocuous bee sting, and again when you had come down with a nasty but passing fever after your honeymoon. Every time someone he loved found themselves in harm’s way he was liable to lose control of his faculties, only temporarily, as his mind spun toward the worst possible conclusions. You knew why he suffered this way and didn’t judge him for a moment. Instead, you had committed yourself to bolstering him through the storms, learning techniques that helped call him back to himself.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and felt how he trembled.

He continued mumbling to himself, eyes locked on the watch, each word rasping. “It broke…I can’t…what do I…”

“Anthony?” You kept your voice clear and steady. “Anthony, look at me.”

He turned and you were nearly undone by the anguish you found in his eyes. You brought a hand to his cheek and pressed your foreheads together, his frantic exhales gusting across your skin. “My love, it’s alright.” You soothed, stroking his face and running your fingertips into his hair, imploring him to hear you. “You must control your breath. Anthony, follow me.” Reverting to what had worked before, you took his hand and gently guided it to press flat over your heart. You did the same, bringing a hand to rest on his heaving chest so that you mirrored one another. Tears threatened to form at the terrified pounding you felt under your fingertips, something so vulnerable within your husband who was otherwise a pillar of strength.

He was still panicked, nearly vibrating against you as he choked for air, but you kept your breath slow and deliberate, leading him out of the tempest with something solid and rhythmic. After a few moments he fell in sync with you, shuddering inhales that struggled to pace with your own, and desperate exhales as he released the disquiet that surged through him. His pulse began to slow, ever so gradually, and you felt the tension begin to melt out of his frame. He still clutched the watch tightly in his free hand, but the one against your skin grew soft and warm again as he regained himself.

“That’s it. Very good. Everything will be alright.” You cooed, running your thumb over his cheek. You hated that he was faced with such demons and were grateful that your methods of combatting them seemed effective. Anthony sagged against you, starting to breathe through his nose as he settled back into equilibrium. He was always exhausted after his episodes.

“Let me see.” You dropped your hands and gently pried the pocket watch out of his, inspecting it. As far as you could tell the damage was only superficial. Just a fracture in the glass but the mechanism was still ticking. “We can get this repaired.” You reassured him.

He looked back at you, eyes huge and pleading. “It was my father’s watch.”

This was a fact you knew well, with Anthony himself having told you many times before. It wasn’t that he thought you ignorant, it was the anxiety of the moment speaking for him.

“I know, my love.” You nodded. “It is precious. But it is not broken. It’s only the glass that is cracked, see? It’s still going.” You held the timepiece next to his ear so that he could hear its steady ticking for himself. Undeniable relief lit across his face as he let out a shaking exhale, inclining himself to listen more closely. The tempo of the watch gears proved as soothing to him as the beating of your heart. You smiled, knowing the worst was behind you. “First thing tomorrow, I’ll take it to the jeweler and have the glass replaced.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Anthony nodded. Then he turned to kiss your wrist and place the watch safely in the drawer of his nightstand. Sliding back into the center of the bed, he wrapped you in his arms and burrowed down into the sheets, breathing deep into your hair as he pressed you to his warm, naked torso. “I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m sorry you have such a fool for a husband.”

You pouted. “Why would you say he is foolish?”

“Because he goes to pieces over something as silly as a broken watch.”

“I don’t think it’s silly.” You stretched an arm across his chest, tucking your head under his chin. “I think it speaks to how deeply he cares for his family. How much he honors his father’s memory, like a true gentleman.”

“Mmm. True gentlemen should not fall prey to such reckless displays of emotion.” He fell back into his Viscount’s tone, bitter and exacting. His censure in that voice was cutting to anyone but most of all to himself. His brutal self criticism had nearly come in the way of your betrothal, and it was something you were actively encouraging him to reduce. Particularly in this matter where he was so obviously not at fault, you would not allow him to chastise himself. You saw things from another perspective entirely.

After a moment, you spoke softly. “I think it may be your heart’s way of asking to be heard.”

Anthony scoffed. “You think I have one?” Not the reaction you wanted, but perhaps the one you should have expected.

You pulled back to meet his eyes, arms still banded tightly around one another. When you looked at your husband, the most handsome man you had ever seen, the man who had fought for your affections and filled your life with wonder every day since he had won them, you felt nothing but certainty.

“I know you do. I have seen it.”

His features softened, brows turning up as his warm eyes grew misty. With the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, he lovingly brushed a hand along your cheek. “You have seen it?”

“Yes, and in time you will see it too.” You smiled and leaned up into his gentle kiss then returned to lay your head on his chest, trailing your fingers languidly through the dark hairs found there. “I would not have married you if you did not possess one. It is nothing to be ashamed of, Anthony.” You curled more tightly against him, pressing your ear down until you could hear the proof of it. The heart that you loved so dearly, the one bound to your own, now returned to its strong and constant cadence.

“It is beautiful. It may have some cracks, but it is still going.”

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saradika-graphics · 4 months

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hii, I was just wondering, would it be okay if I give credits to you on the pinned post for my shared blog? I'm new to tumblr, sorry if it's a weird question, just want to be sure since you said in rules that it's either post or tag I forgot the last option oopies I feel bad if I end up spamming since your works are cute!

If it's alright and you are comfortable with, can I request for ribbon/bow dividers? pastel pink, purple and blue if possible please. <33 take your time! thank you for accepting my request in advance ^^

Yes that is absolutely fine! Thanks so much for asking 💕 Any sort of credit is fine with me, whatever is easiest for you! I made some pink ribbons/lace ones here! So I recolored them with the pastel purple and blue as well for you! 💜💙

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wip · 6 months

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Hi there! I am a long time user (over a DECADE on my original blog), but this is a brand new blog I just made, on the web, after seeing a post about the creation process for new blogs and wanting to test it myself. I like the suggestion that people follow some tags to start, to help put some good stuff on their For You page! However, you'll also notice that this blank blog with a generic name and default appearance looks an awful lot like a bot. And there is also an influx of spam bots right now as well - @changes always tells us to report those when there's a new wave of them, and we usually block them too. I think I've managed to discern the difference after looking at the suggested names vs some actual bots, but most people can't. Suggesting random names for new users (which is fine on its own), sending them to an unskippable page where they have to follow *people* (not just tags) before they've had a chance to explore the site, and not ever pointing them in the direction of their personalization settings (which are buried in the new layout) is going to end up with a lot of new users getting blocked and reported as spam! Perhaps after the tag following page, you could redirect people to the Blog Settings page, where you can have informative pop-ups suggesting people add a profile picture and header that reflects their personality/interests, and point out the description section to "Tell people about yourself!" You could make the page skippable if you think it would discourage people who just want to jump right in, but it would be really useful. I see on the app that a section like that comes up when you go to your own blog, but I think it should be a step in the sign-up process, before you follow anyone. Skippable, but encouraged. (Also, the requirement to follow individual blogs REALLY needs to be skippable) Encouraging new users to have a profile picture, header, and personalized bio would really help in preventing real users from getting blocked by all the cool blogs they're trying to follow who think that they're spam bots! Getting blocked for no reason won't encourage new tumblrs to stick around! Please, encourage some individuality from our new internet neighbors, so they can become our internet friends 💙

Answer: Hey, @lefttragedysandwich!

Thanks for getting in touch with this. We are very aware of this situation, and we are trying to find the best way to solve it—without just adding more steps to onboarding, which (unfortunately) most people won’t do.

This, in turn, just adds friction to signing up for Tumblr, which means fewer people sign up to join us. Which means fewer internet neighbors, let alone less individuality.

But this is an important question to answer, and we are grateful you raised it with us. As and when we have a good solution, we’ll announce it on @changes. Keep your eyes peeled, and hopefully, it won't be too long.

Best,

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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Can I Kiss You? » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve asks Y/N for permission to kiss her on New Years.

Warnings: Fluff, language, brief mention of alcohol, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

Steve watched from afar as you talked to Natasha and Wanda. Seeing you talk and laugh made him smile. He’s had a crush on you for a while, but he doesn’t know how to tell you.

“Steve?” Bucky says, trying to get his attention.

Steve didn’t say anything. Bucky followed his gaze to you. That’s when it clicked for him. His best friend is in love.

“You should tell her.” Bucky says.

“What?” Steve asks, turning his attention to him.

“Tell her how you feel about her.” He says again.

“I-I don’t know, Buck. What if she doesn’t feel the same way about me?” He says nervously.

“Steve…” Bucky puts a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You’re my best friend and I love you. Any girl who doesn’t want to be with you is crazy. I see the way Y/N looks at you. I can tell that she has feelings for you just by looking at her face.” He tells him. “Now go to that beautiful girl over there and tell her how you feel.” He says.

“Thank you, Buck.” Steve says, hugging him.

“Anytime, man. Let me know how it goes.” Bucky says before walking away.

Steve takes a deep breath before walking over to you.

“Hey ladies.” Steve smiles. “Do you two mind if I steal Y/N for a while?” He asks.

“Of course!” Wanda says.

“Have fun!” Natasha says, winking before walking away with Wanda.

Steve reaches over the bar for a beer. He opened it and took a sip of it.

“Do you want to go outside for a little bit?” He asks.

“Sure! Sounds like fun!” You say with a smile.

You and Steve walked side by side outside. The cold night air of New York sent shivers through your body. Steve noticed it and took his jacket off, placing it on your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You smiled. “You’re such a gentleman.” You say.

“You’re welcome. I just didn’t want you to get cold.” He says.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You two stared off into the night sky, admiring the stars sparkling through the dark sky.

“I have to tell you something.” Steve speaks up. “It’s important.” He says.

“Of course. What is it?” You asked.

Steve took a deep breath before saying anything.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re on my mind all the time and I can’t stop thinking about you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me.” He says.

“I like you too, Steve.” You say.

“Wh-What?” Steve asks, making sure he heard you right.

“I like you.” You repeated.

A smile grew on Steve’s face. That’s when you guys heard the countdown to the New Year from inside.

“Can I— Can I kiss you?” Steve asks nervously.

“Yes.” You say with a smile.

Steve cups your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Fireworks went off in the sky above you guys. Your lips moved in sync. You felt him smile against your lips.

“You’re an amazing kisser, Captain.” You say, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I can say the same about you.” Steve says, kissing you again.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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landothemuppet · 5 months

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christmas storm

lando norris x reader

↠ ♡ it's winterbreak and landonorriz seems to enjoy the snow season by discovering some cute concepts ♡

a/n: thanks to @landonfour and @arkhammaid for their support, they made me feel comfortable to write again. Thanks @paris-roubaix for her help ! The header is inspired by @everythingne 's blog. english isn't my native language so please be nice. Hope you will enjoy!

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saphangeles · 14 days

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plushrumps arg archive final update

Reworked header to take the credits out of the toggle. A heartfelt thank you to the Feltfiends (especially @fribbitz and @ironovervine), to @nutzworth, to the Shitpost Pissdrinkers, to the anons, and to the contributors who have chosen to remain uncredited and anonymous.

A new section with Behind-the-Scenes content has been added, featuring the muns' blogs, and a summarization of the BTS convo on Feltfiends.

Cleaned up the Bulletin as it is now defunct with the ARG over. Also cleaned up parts of the site so it's neater.

And that's it! Good game, y'all. If there are small tidbits from the muns here and there, I'll do my best to add them, but otherwise, most of the work is done.

Thank you to the muns @terrorizings @classpectpokerap @orangestorapples @horsesbones @jester-vamp and @maybetheyregiants , even if it was serendipitous and spontaneous ❤️. Thank you to the servers who've had to deal with me and my annoying dramatic ass 💜. As I've said, it has been a pleasure and an honor to be your liaison, your secretary, and your archivist. And your dear friend 💙.

You may now proceed to beat this blog with hammers and put me to sleep.

#plushrumps arg #homestuck #413 #bro strider #dave strider #dirk strider #and by 'beat this blog with hammers' i mean blow up the notifs through nonsense. it's a game with pissdrinkers. y'all can join in shsgsgsh #that's all from me folks! i actually havent been on tumblr for....like 6 or 8-ish months?#but my friends got into this so i made a blog to follow it #i will now proceed to go into hibernation. dont worry if my accs go radio silent im alive lmao just on discord #and if anyone's into boiled man phenomenon or pontiac robotics archives. well. maybe i'll see you there 😊#So long. Goodbye. I'll see you when I see you. You can pick the street -- I'll meet you on the other side

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airi-p4 · 1 year

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Amazing-ly WARM...

Also: Yay! New header! I hope you like it 😊💙

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daimyosprincess · 7 months

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SOME REX AND RELAXATION

—PAIRING: Rebels!Captain Rex x F!Reader

—SUMMARY: After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

—WORD COUNT: 3.3k

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, Rebels!Rex, age gap relationship between an older man and younger woman (reader is an adult), Dom/sub vibes, Daddy kink (bc I can’t help myself), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Please let me know if I missed anything! Mando'a translations are at the end.

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: I miss Rex so this is getting posted today!!! After a rough week a bit ago, I started writing this as a comfort fic to make myself feel better and boy howdy, by the the end of it I was feeling way better 😈 Also: Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor deserve to live in comfy cottages in pastoral peace for the rest of their beautiful days. And I've decided that the clones age normally after the age of 25 so they have nice long lives ahead of them :)

This is my first ever Rex fic and I want to give a big shout out to my resident Rexpert @rexxdjarin for betaing this fic, I hope I did our captain justice 💙 Also thank you to @cloned-eyes for letting me use their amazing Rex art in my header!! That fresh out the shower Rex was some delicious inspo for this fic 🫠

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The only thing worse than the day you’ve had was this week as a whole. Nothing had gone right with the New Republic school going up in town, and somehow the solution to several of those problems was what you’d said a week ago… but only when that bureaucratic sop from Coruscant said it. Not to mention the pipes burst in your apartment, you slipped down some stairs in front of a street full of people (with the worst bruise of your entire life to prove it), and to top it all off, you dropped your overpriced caf all over your shoes this morning.

Not a great week.

At this point, you’re only one minor inconvenience away from snapping—the fact that it’s the end of the work week is the only thing keeping you together. And, of course, your perfect, wonderful captain of a boyfriend, Rex. You’ve been staying at his farmhouse while repairs are made to the water lines that caused the damage at your place.

He and his brothers, Gregor and Wolffe, had come to your quiet little agricultural planet a couple years ago and fixed up a few of the old houses at the edge town to live in. They mostly keep to themselves, but are always willing to lend a helping hand when it’s needed, whether it’s making repairs after the annual monsoon, donating fresh produce for school meals, or digging out flooded irrigation ditches. They are good men and the town accepts them as part of their own, even if Wolffe is a little grumpy and Gregor turns all the local women into giggling messes when he’s around.

The three of them are mending a fence on the far side of the property when you arrive at the farmstead. Usually you would have taken your speeder over for a chat, but you don’t think you have it in you after today. All you want to do is take off your bra and flop face-down on Rex’s couch to wait for the world to stop sucking—which is exactly how Rex finds you when he comes inside a few minutes later.

“Another great day then, mesh’la?” he teases with the mirth of a man who already knows his question’s answer. His work boots make a thud on the stone tiles as he pulls them off.

Without looking up, you grunt a “no” into the cushions and shake your head.

“Do you want to come shower with me or do you need some alone time?”

“Alone time,” your muffled voice answers, “then Rex time. Lots and lots of Rex time.”

His warm chuckle and beard graze delightfully over the back of your neck as he bends to press a kiss to your hair. “Alright then, pretty girl. Just relax and I’ll be back to give you all the time in the world, okay?” You give him another muffled affirmative and he squeezes your calf affectionately before heading to the ‘fresher.

Maker, he’s good to you.

A year ago you would have never thought you’d find yourself in a long-term relationship with an ex-clone trooper who’s old enough to be your father, or that you would be calling said ex-clone trooper Daddy while he makes you see stars. The Force works in mysterious ways, you suppose… not that you’re complaining. Far from it.

Your relationship with Rex might have come as a surprise but you’ve never been happier: things with him are as close to perfect as they can get. He cares for you, makes you feel so safe and loved and warm that you could melt into a puddle at his feet, and you adore him. He’s kind, strong, and compassionate, a good leader through and through. The galaxy has never made a finer man, and not to mention, a finer lover.

Eventually, you muster the strength to roll yourself off the couch and ditch your work clothes for your much more comfortable loungewear, deciding to forgo panties as a nice little surprise for your boyfriend. Snuggling under his covers that smell of him, you flip onto your stomach to scroll through your datapad. Efficient as always, Rex doesn’t make you wait long, the ‘fresher door sliding open a few minutes later. The comforting, woody smell of his soap fills your nose as you take in his broad frame glistening from his shower.

Kark, he looks good. All broad shoulders and bronze skin, thick and perfect. How has no one made a statue of this man?

Noticing your interested stare, he winks as he hangs his towel on its hook. “Feeling better, mesh’la?”

You hum your delight and click off your tablet to give him your full attention. “Yeah, could be better, though,” you add with a sneaky smile.

“Oh yeah? How?” Flicking off the ‘fresher light, he starts towards you. The mischievous glint in your boyfriend’s eye is more than enough to get your blood pumping, especially combined with his shirtless upper half.

You flip up the covers next to you, grinning up at him. “Well for starters, you could get in the bed with me, handsome.” His brown eyes sparkle when he returns the expression, the corners of his eyes crinkling fondly. “And then you can hold me and make me forget all about this entire kriffing week.”

Your captain is quite good at making you forget things, whether it be a bad day or your own name.

Obliging as always, Rex slides in behind you and loops an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his bare chest. Your body reacts immediately to his touch, the tension in your muscles slacking. He nuzzles into your neck, making you giggle from the way his beard tickles the sensitive skin there, and starts kissing every bit of you his lips can reach. When you try to squirm away from him and his beard, squealing and panting from your laughter, he just locks his big arms around you and keeps going.

“Eeee! Rex! S-stop, you’re tickling me-you’re tickling me!”

In between smacking kisses, he chuckles into your ear. “I thought you said you want me to make you forget about this week, mesh’la.” His hold loosens enough for you to wriggle around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and admiring how handsome he is up close.

You brush your lips over his, gently running your nails down the back of his neck and savoring the way he shivers at your soft touches; knowing you have such an effect on him makes your skin hot. “Well Captain,” you drawl with syrupy sweetness, “I was thinking something more along the lines of… this.” You roll your hips against his, sighing at the pleasant sensation.

Rex groans his rumbling approval and drops his large hands to your ass to grind you harder against his center. “Anything you want, baby, just tell me and it’s yours.”

You know what you want: to be taken care of after this shit-show of a week, to be kissed and loved and cherished like only he can, doted on and held safe in his arms. You want to completely let go and surrender—no more thoughts, no more worries, just him. Just Rex. Your perfect, perfect Rex.

Capturing his lips in an indulgent kiss, you whine your desire into his mouth when you break for air, not caring how needy you sound.

He shushes you with gentle sounds, stroking over your hair. “Of course, sweetheart,” he coos in a sinfully sweet voice, cradling your face between his palms, “you’ve had a hard week… yeah, I know, I know. You need Daddy to make it all better, don’t you?” He pulls you crushingly tight against the strong line of his body, just how he knows you like, holding all your pieces together so you don’t have to.

“Please,” you gasp, burrowing deeper into him, “Don’t wanna… don’t wanna be anymore. Just wanna be yours.” The ache of existence in your chest is already beginning to melt underneath his weight, replaced by the tender warmth of his devoted attention. The edges of your mind go liquid as you let him pour you into his mold.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, all you have to do is listen and let him make you feel good, okay, babygirl?” You bob your head in a nod, your eyes starry and wide as you await his next instruction. Rubbing the back of your neck, Rex places an affectionate kiss on your forehead for your obedience. “Good girl. Now turn over, face out and back to me… lift your arms… yeah, just like that,” he murmurs as he slides your top off, planting wet kisses on the new skin exposed to him.

His battle-worn hands skim up the swell of your tummy to take in breasts. You’re already buzzing in eager anticipation. You push into his touch, pressing your chest out in an offer of more, and you’re to be quickly rewarded with a low groan and his fingers rolling your sensitive nipples deliciously slow. Wanting heat rises through you like a flame catching to dry tender while little mewls of pleasure fall from your lips.

“So beautiful, so warm, my sweet cyar’ika,” he purrs between more lush kisses, “I know this makes you feel good… I’m going to give those perfect tits the attention they deserve.” He gives your peaked tips a gentle pinch and you moan, the electric sensation shooting straight to swollen clit. Smiling at your vocal pleasure, Rex begins an erotic rhythm that has you bucking your hips as his fingers alternate between pinching and rolling.

“Ooohhh, y-you feel so… you feel s-so good,” you whine, writhing against his ministrations. With the way his breathing has gone hot and ragged in your ear, you swear it could be enough to make you come untouched.

“That’s it, pretty girl, just feel the pleasure… just concentrate on how good you feel, nothing else,” he instructs, his deep voice like golden honey to your ears. “Daddy’s got you now, he’s gonna take care of everything. He doesn’t like seeing his baby so stressed and unhappy.” Rex latches onto your pulse point, sucking your heated flesh into his mouth and sending waves of pleasure throbbing through your nerves.

“Nev-never unhappy with you,” you pant, reaching your hand back to push him deeper into your neck. Rex is your shining sun who banishes all of life’s many darknesses, and the match which lights the fire of your loins. He’s everything to you, and right now, he’s all you can feel and see and smell. It’s utterly divine.

“Mmm, that makes me so happy to hear, you know why? Making you happy, taking care of my beautiful babygirl… it makes me happy. Daddy loves being there for his cyar’ika and he’d do anything to put a smile on her face, you know that?” Cupping your jaw, he tilts your head back to steal the little gasps of delight dripping sugary-thick from your lips. As hot and heavy as things have become, Rex doesn’t rush. He takes his time licking into your mouth and nibbling on your slicked bottom lip, all the while kneading and rolling your breasts, ever the man to keep his word.

Molten heat rushes through your veins as his words pour over your skin, spurring you onto new heights under his generous hands—the deep swell of his voice loosens the taunt aggravation of the week still stowed in your muscles. You’re like lavish wax under his care, worked pliable by him then molded into a work of weightless art, your very existence something to be admired.

His calloused fingertips sweep over the plushness of your lower belly, the shimmering heat of your arousal converging at his touch. When he dips below the fabric of your waistband, he sucks in a breath. “No panties, pretty girl? Now you’re the one spoiling me,” he groans, his cock twitching against the cage of your back.

You let out a delighted, breathy giggle at his body’s reaction to the discovery. “I thought you might like that,” you breathe out fond and pleased, “I did it just for you.”

He brushes lower, his middle finger tracing over the damp seam of your folds and a whimper sneaks through your smile at the feathery sensation. It’s these light, almost subatomic touches that make you come loose at the seams—and he knows it. Inside the year that you’ve been together, Rex has learned your body intimately, its history and inner workings revealed in the hours you spent in his arms.

“I love to hear your sweet little laugh, and I love to know that you’re smiling,” he murmurs affectionately, cupping your slick mound, “I’m so proud of you for letting me take some of the weight off you after this difficult week.” He takes a moment to plant kisses in the soft crook of your neck and up to your ear before continuing. “Now, just lie back, let me make you feel all warm and sweet. I want to watch you melt for me… melt and leave me with all your sweet honey to lick up.”

Each word shaped by his rich rasp further unmoors you from your senses. That sensual tingling feeling of submission bubbles pleasantly across your mind, your bones softening to downey cotton as you lose yourself to the sound of Rex’s voice. You can’t tell where the vibration of your own sounds of pleasure end and his begin, but it doesn’t matter. You’re safe, so, so safe and happy here in the glowing space between his arms. If only you could have him inside, too…

“C-can I have more, please? Want more of you, baby,” you pant, grinding into his palm between your thighs.

“Of course, mesh’la, you can have whatever you like. Anything and everything, all you have to do is ask.” Pressing into your lower lips, he spreads you apart. Your teeth immediately catch your lip when his trigger finger begins languidly sliding over your buzzing clit; the delicious friction fans the flames of your desire, heating you from the inside out. A rumble of satisfaction rolls up his chest when your head falls back against his shoulder with a contented sigh.

Rex takes advantage of the new access you allowed him, dragging his hot lips over your collarbone to nip and suck little marks onto your heated skin. “Mmm, I love touching you, I love feeling you,” he hums, thick and heady, “I want you to feel how much I care about you…” He scrapes his teeth up your tender throat to capture your mouth with his own.

Stars-Maker-kriff does he kiss like a god. A king amongst men, really, who- “Oh!”

Your eyes fly open as your captain easily flips you under him like a ragdoll, pulling your pants down and flinging them over his shoulder in one fluid motion that has you gushing.

“That’s better,” he mutters between hot mouthed-kisses down your sternum and over your tummy. The way his beard scrapes over your skin has chillbumps flowering all over. “It fills me up with so much happiness when I get to love on my sweet cyar’ika and take care of her. Makes everything else go away for me, too, sweetheart. I get to just focus on you.”

His large hands skate down your ribs then down the curve of your hips to massage the fullness of your thighs. “I’ve been waiting to worship this perfect pussy, pull all those pretty sounds out of you while you come over and over… just like you deserve.”

You’re nothing more than a warm soup of sparkling sensation, swirling around the ache building in your core. Rex isn’t usually one to tease you, but it feels like he’s taking an eternity to make it between your-

“Ohhhh, Reeeex!”

Wrapping his thick arms around your thighs, he literally lifts you up to his mouth, moaning like a man tasting some paradisic fruit after months in the desert. “Fuck, babygirl, your little pussy… I could feel hot and needy it was when you were rubbing up against me, how wet and messy you were… but this? Kark. I’m so lucky to be able to kiss all over this beautiful cunt. So lucky to have this pussy, this ass,” he gives an appreciative squeeze to your behind, “and this sweet little girl all to myself.”

The air is suctioned from your lungs by the gravity of his pleasure; it’s unrelenting and all-consuming, it’s all you can comprehend. Squeezing your eyes shut in focus, you manage a reply. “S-so l-lucky to have you, Rex. You’re s-so good to me… love you… love you so much.” You cut off with a shuddering cry when he sucks your bud between his lips, not caring that you’re swiftly losing a battle you don’t want to win.

“I love you so much, my mesh’la,” he pants into your heat. “My sweet, precious girl, I’m going to give you my fingers, okay? Gonna give you just what you need so you can come all over my face.” He slips two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking and releasing them with pop before easing into your soaked entrance. The twin sounds of your satisfaction fill the room, the stout stretch of his fingers making you moan while the clutch of your cunt has your captain grunting praises against your clit.

“Kark, you’re so tight and wet, so perfect… clenching around me,” he crooks his fingers as much as he can in the restrictive walls, “Don’t hold back, beautiful, let me hear you. Let me hear how good you feel.”

His words scorch your nerves to ash with a molten magma of pleasure that erupts from your core. Your spine bows up, making Rex find the soul-shattering spot that makes you scream in ecstasy. The world around you snaps into sharp focus, bright and loud before exploding in a shower of stars and lambent energy. You’re unmade, unwound down to your most basal form of hot-blooded, carnal need where time and worldly matters no longer reign in your existence. Primal satisfaction and the thrill of euphoria rule you instead for several effervescent moments.

When the flood of electricity flowing from every cell and synapse begins to ebb to jolting aftershocks, the sweet praise of your lover floats over you in warm waves. “So beautiful like this… keep going mesh’la, take what you need… I love you so much… love making you feel good, love feeling your perfect pussy on my fingers…”

Reverent kisses are bestowed like offerings to the divinity of your pleasure as you materialize back into reality one pounding heartbeat at a time. Joy radiates from every molecule in your body, the stress of the mortal coil dissolved and washed far away, leaving you light, free, and happy. You want nothing more than to revel in this glorious sensation with the love of your life, and you call out to your captain with a breezy sigh, “Rex…”

“Cyare…”

“Want you close, my love, want you to hold me.”

You barely register his movement in your hazy after-glow, but soon your chest is pressed against a familiar wall of muscle and there’s a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Snuggling into his open warmth, you nuzzle into his neck and inhale Rex’s timber-fresh scent.

Safe… happy… love. Him. Forever.

Your hazy thoughts drift across the clear sky of your mind, eventually coalescing into a nebulous sentiment your lips can form around. “Rex… love you so much… thank you, baby.”

Curling around you tighter, Rex’s beard brushes over your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your temple. “Anything for you, my sweet, perfect girl,” he smiles into your hair, “You are everything to me, the light of an old soldier’s life. I will always take care of you, my mesh’la, no matter what.”

And with the certainty only love can bring, you know him to be true.

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS

cyare - beloved, love

cyar’ika - sweetheart, darling, (a diminutive of cyare)

mesh'la - beautiful

#once again i will think i am clever with these titles lmao #zwei writes #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x f!reader #captain rex x you #captain rex fanfic #captain rex fanfiction #captain rex smut #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #some rex and relaxation fic

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borathae · 1 year

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↳ Index [Day 30 - Paints & Oral]

Pairing: Sanguis!Taehyung x f.Reader

Kinks: Vampire!Tae, Switching, painting on each other, kneeling, sensual stripping, oral (f. & m.receiving), fangs, self choking, also Tae’s hands with rings bruuh, he eats her out on a canvas, she blows him while he stands, they are both Dom when they go down on the other and subby when recieving

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: i miss him :( and want him :( also the header ruins me, his eyes fasdf 💙

The fireplace is burning, the curtains are drawn closed. It is snowing outside. It has done so all day. The mugs of cinnamon tea are empty. The plate of Yoongi’s famous sugar cookies is empty too. They were both very delicious.

"Can we really do that?" you ask him, watching him cover the brush in blue paint.

"Of course we can, trust me", Taehyung answers you, lifting the brush. He steps closer, connecting himself with you by touching your waist. His palm feels warm and soft, eliciting goosebumps on your skin.

"I trust you", you whisper, gazing up at his face.

"You can", he says, smiling softly, "now close your eyes."

You do so happily.

Coldness touches your neck.

You gasp, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

It glides down along the shape of your neck, fading into a little tickle on your collarbone before it stops.

"How did that feel?" Taehyung asks you, lifting the brush from your skin. The blue looks wonderful on your neck.

"Cold and ticklish."

"And was that an uncomfortable sensation?"

"No, it was nice."

"Very good", Taehyung says and breaks the connection to get more paint. You peel your eyes open, watching him work. You wonder how the paint looks on you. It still feels cold and makes you breathe just a little bit quicker.

Taehyung lifts the brush and twirls it in his fingers to present it to you. You take it from him and step closer. Just like Taehyung did before, you connect yourself with him by touching his waist.

Taehyung closes his eyes and tilts his head back just a little.

You run your eyes over his body. He is wearing nothing but tight briefs and delicate pearl earrings. Also three rings on his left hand, golden and delicate. His body is so beautiful. You don’t know where to place the first stroke. His stomach perhaps, along the soft ridges of his muscles. His pecs, strong and perfectly shaped for his body. His arms with his pretty birthmarks on them.

No. You know where to place it.

You connect the brush with his shoulder, dancing it down along his collarbone. Taehyung’s chest heaves up as he gasps for air. He exhales shakily, tilting his head back just a little further.

You finish the stroke on his sternum.

Taehyung opens his eyes and smiles at you.

"How was that?" he asks.

"Sexy", you say, having to giggle just a little.

"I agree. You are so sexy, my sweetest", he says.

You break away from him and bury the brush in new paint. Once done, you hand it to Taehyung, presenting your body by closing your eyes and tilting your head back.

"Mhm darling", Taehyung purrs, snaking his hand to the small of your back and stepping closer so your bodies are connected by your middles, "you are a dream, truly."

Your breath hitches. He is so close. The brush tickles your skin, the paint feels cold. He is swirling it down your chest, framing your breasts in strokes of blue. It riles you up so much. You want his tongue to replace it. It would be so hot in contrast to the cold paint.

“Such a pretty artwork”, he whispers, taking a step back.

You open your eyes, taking a sneaky look down at your chest. He is right. Your breasts look so pretty with the paint drawing attention to them. It gives you a boost of confidence and so you strike a little pose for him.

“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, eyes spilling over in fondness, “I am a weak man, oh heavens”, he says, faking fainting just to make you giggle.

“You’re silly”, you say.

Taehyung chuckles, grinning playfully. He hands you the paintbrush and waits for your touch with bated breath.

You place the brush on his chest, dragging it right over his left nipple.

“Ah”, Taehyung lets out, goosebumps covering his skin instantly. His nipple is hard too, looking so pretty with blue paint on it. You do one swirl on his sternum, then use whatever paint was left on the brush to cover his other nipple as well. Taehyung laughs breathily, arching into the sensation, “that’s cold”, he whispers, fingers touching your arms. He squeezes you once then peels his eyes open, "darling that was…"

He is affected. You know that he is because his pupils are dilated and his eyelids are droopy.

“How was that?” you ask him, handing him the paint brush.

“Good”, he whispers, breathing quickened without wanting to slow down. He fetches the brush from you and covers it in new paint.

You arch your back, thinking that he will return the favour, but Taehyung drops to his knees to instead drag the brush from your foot all the way up to where your panties start. Your heart is skipping beats, your skin is prickling. He purrs quietly, burying his face in your inner thigh to paint a spot of sensitivity on your skin where he bites you softly.

“Tae”, you moan, reaching down to grab a bundle of his hair. He is so close to your pussy and now you are painfully aware of how needy he has already gotten you.

“So delicious”, he rasps, kissing the bite mark softly before standing back up. He smirks upon seeing the totally flustered and needy state he has gotten you in. He twirls the brush between his fingers skillfully, presenting it to you with a flick of his wrist. “Your turn.”

“Why are you the way you are?” you murmur, hand shaking as you stick the brush into new paint.

“What are you saying?” Taehyung asks in a chuckle.

“You’re such a flirt.”

Taehyung laughs, swaying his shoulders from side to side cutely. “You enjoy that, don’t lie.”

“Maybe, yes”, you say, stepping closer, “close your eyes.”

Taehyung obeys with a playful purr, lips still curled into a smirk. They part a second later when you connect the brush with his stomach, swirling it down to his crotch. Your fingers are guiding the movements. Slow and sensual. Taehyung is sighing so much because of it.

You hook your fingers in the hem of his briefs, tugging them down just enough to expose his well-groomed pubes and the beginning of his cock to you.

“Darling”, he whispers, hips chasing you desperately. He feels himself shiver everywhere as the brush dances closer and closer to his length. Oh how he aches for a touch.

You stop and let the briefs snap back into place, ending the teasing by brushing your fingertips over the outline of his bulge.

“Done.”

“You tease”, he groans and chuckles painfully, “oh, that was cruel.”

“Your turn”, you ignore him, handing him the already covered paintbrush. It’s what he deserves for always playing with you.

Taehyung’s eyes are ruby in arousal, he pins you down with just a look. Even when he connects the brush with your stomach to swirl it down to your pussy. He drops to his knees slowly, doing the unthinkable of taking your panties between his fangs just to rip them off your body.

“Oh my god, Tae”, you gasp, trying to squeeze your legs together but he stops you with his hand sliding itself between them.

"Don't flee", he rasps, "let me look at you."

You barely feel how he disconnects the brush from your tummy, all your senses are concentrating on Taehyung pushing your legs open just so he can hover his lips over your pussy.

"Mhhm there she is", he whispers, eyes glued to your wet cunt, "pretty as always."

“Tae”, you whisper, looking down at him with a racing heart. He is so close. It’s killing you slowly. You need him to move.

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with his lips parted in bliss.

“Mhhm”, he purrs, “you smell mellifluous”, he rasps, letting the words swirl over your pussy.

You want him to move closer. Please. He is teasing you so much.

“So perfect”, he whispers, breaking away from you to stand back up.

You whine, chasing him with grabby hands. It feels like he just edged you without actually touching you.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asks you, studying you from head to toe.

“You’re teasing”, you whine, touching his hips, "why are you doing this?"

“Maybe you are just way too desperate”, he teases, eyes widening in surprise when you slip your hands into his briefs to grab his ass. You push him into you that way, forcing the paints on your stomach to smudge.

“No, you’re a teasing flirt”, you answer him, tugging his briefs over his butt before moving your hands to his front to expose his cock as well.

Taehyung smirks, watching in delight as you drop to your knees to tug off his briefs. He steps out of them, sighing softly when you run your hands up the inside of his legs.

"That feels amazing, sweetest. It truly does."

You grab his cock at its base, making his breath hitch in excitement. You stick your tongue out and connect it with his underside, dragging it up his thick vein until you reach his tip. He is still in his human size – which was still very impressive – so wrapping your lips around his cockhead is an easy task to do.

“Darling”, Taehyung moans, furrowing his brows at the feeling. He expected you to tease, but not for you to actually take him. Oh you are so warm inside. And so wet, “that feels so good, my darling”, he sighs, tangling his fingers in your hair to tug softly.

He doesn’t do so to guide you, but to simply hold a piece of you as you move your head on his cock.

Your left hand is on his butt, squeezing the plump flesh. Your right hand is cupping his heavy balls, massaging them slowly. You use your tongue to explore him, moaning sweetly because he tastes so good.

"Don't stop, please", he moans, gazing down at you droopily.

You and Taehyung were out on a date today. You went to the museum together and looked at many different art pieces whilst Taehyung told you stories about his times with the artists. Apparently he was friends with most artists back in the day and he spent nights drinking and chatting with them. You think he is so cool for that.

You cooked dinner together after coming home. And while Taehyung pretended to sword fight you with a cucumber, you laughed and giggled about how silly he was being. You really loved that he was. He is so very precious when he is truly himself.

The dinner has long been finished and your dessert as well. And while you first planned on spending the evening painting together, you are happy that it turned into something different.

Taehyung moans softly, knees buckling as you sink down on him until his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Deep", he gasps, "darling you- ah."

You moan around him, massaging his buttock to soothe him. He is throbbing inside you, filling you out so well. You know that he is growing. Not much and very slowly, but he is still growing. It excites you so much to know that you have such power over him. That something as simple as your mouth can get him to lose control.

“You’re driving me insane, you are incredible”, Taehyung gets out and moans, tilting his head back in a sinful movement. His painted chest heaves up and down quickly, his left hand is dancing up to his neck to hold it softly. You can see his golden rings sparkle on his fingers in that position. Oh how good they look now that he is choking himself.

You slip off of him solely to swirl your tongue over his tip with your eyes closed and your body floating on happiness.

You started the evening with tea, cookies and painting. It was truly supposed to be innocent at first. Ever since you came home from your hard journey of finding Namjoon, life has been good. And because life has been so incredibly good, all you really do these days is spend time with each other or learn new things. You asked Taehyung to teach you how to paint and ever since then, you have at least one evening in the week where he teaches you a new technique of painting. Tonight’s topic would have been “clouds on a blue sky” and he was supposed to show you different brush techniques to get the fluffiness of them just right. You didn’t even get as far as covering your canvas in blue paint and you already found yourselves in a needy make out session.

His shirt left first, then your jumper followed. Your bra he ripped off, which earned him a soft slap to his arm because he once again ruined one of your bras. Taehyung very guiltily promised to buy you a new one and then kissed your neck until it was sensitive.

“You taste so fucking good”, you moan, taking his cock back into your mouth to suck on it. You concentrate on his tip, pressing his frenulum against your tongue while you suck harshly.

“Ah d-darling”, Taehyung stutters, knees buckling again, “sensitive, I’m sensitive”, he confesses and gasps, fingers tightening around his throat to make himself even dizzier. Oh he can barely stand. You have gotten him so weak.

You moan, ignoring his pleas to instead sink down on him again. He’s so delicious. And big. Pleasure is making him so big. You can’t get enough of it.

It was Taehyung who suggested to paint on each other's bodies.

“Let’s not waste this precious paint and use it for something fun” he suggested in a whisper against your neck.

“What are you thinking?” you asked him.

“I was thinking that we could use this paint to show each other where we like to kiss the other.”

You felt your stomach tingle in arousal, “this sounds like fun”, you agreed instantly and just seconds later, you both had your pants off and faced each other while you both ached for another kiss.

Taehyung’s fingers tighten around your hair, his breath trembles as it leaves him in a moan. He tastes sweeter than before, coating your tongue with it and making you growl hungrily. He reacts in a shudder, voice pitching as he whimpers softly.

“You’re making me climax”, he confesses, “please give me a short break.”

You slip off of him, only to wrap your hand around his cock to massage it slowly.

“This is not fair”, he whines, trying to move his hips away only to fail as you give his balls a soft tug.

“Stay”, you tell him, “I’ll have to do it harder if you flee.”

“Who did that to you?” he asks in a panicked laugh, “oh god, who turned you into such a torturous woman?”

You chuckle, eyes focused on his cock. How pink and swollen it looks between your fingers. It is almost adorable. You squeeze his tip, watching in delight how he leaks three pretty droplets of precum. You pick them up to spread them, massaging his slit skillfully.

“Was it Yoongi? It was Yoongi, wasn’t it?” Taehyung is gasping as he talks, arching his back while his knees buckle continuously, “oh I knew not to trust him. He t-turned you mad.”

You giggle. He isn’t even wrong. Yoongi’s such a good teacher.

“No Tete, I’m not doing it because I was made to do so, I’m doing it because I can”, you rasp, taking his cock back inside to suck on it harshly.

“Please I can’t anymore”, Taehyung exclaims, knees truly giving up on him to the point where he falls back against the table. He falls down on it, preventing himself from truly collapsing. His hands slam down behind him, shaking arms barely keeping him upright.

Like this his thighs are squeezed together, balls getting crushed right between them.

You free them with a gentle hand, rubbing your palm up and down on them. The base of his cock is between your fingers. His cock is so hard, standing perfectly straight.

“Don’t give up now, handsome”, you rasp, looking up at him with sultry eyes.

Taehyung managed to spread paint all over his throat. It is sitting on his skin in the shape of his handprint. A deep blue reminder of what he did just seconds ago. His eyes are droopy, his cheeks are glowing the faintest of pinks. He whimpers loudly, giving you a pleading look.

“I want you to climax in my mouth", you say.

Taehyung keens, squeezing his eyes shut, “you will get it soon”, he croaks, arching his back.

“Good, that’s good. Cum for me”, you encourage him and then you take him back into your mouth, bopping your head up and down on him as fast as you can.

“Ah! Darling!” Taehyung exclaims after just five seconds, fingers gripping the edge of the table and body crumbling intensely.

You gurgle happily, eyes closed in bliss and fingers digging into his trembling hips. He tastes like heaven, seeping out of as he cums way too much for your mouth to handle. It drips down your chin, landing on your paint covered tits and riling you up in the process.

"This is- ah!" Taehyung moans, feeling robbed of air and sanity.

You slip off of him once he stopped squirting his sweetness, helping him calm down by kissing his tip and fondling with his balls. They feel a lot less heavy and big than they did before. No wonder. After such an orgasm.

"Wow", Taehyung gets out, shivering in the aftermath.

You kiss his tip one last time then stand up, seeking his closeness by pressing yourself into him. He rests his chin on your shoulder instantly, right arm closing around your waist.

“How was that?” you ask him, scratching his back slowly.

“Otherworldly”, he whispers, exhaling in a deep sigh, “my legs are weak.”

You giggle, hugging him lovingly.

“I’m glad. I love giving you head”, you say.

“I love it too”, he says, sighing contently, “you smell so wet.”

“I am wet.”

Taehyung chuckles, giving your butt a soft pat.

“Jump”, he says and you follow, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. He is carrying you with one arm, bouncing you on it every now and then to make your pussy grinds against his stomach. You feel yourself tremble each time he does, fingers twisting his soft locks desperately. Sucking his cock left you so needy for attention.

You hear the sound of liquid hit a canvas, making you lift your head from his neck to look over your shoulder.

Taehyung is tilting a jar of blue paint over the huge canvas on the floor, turning his head to look at you when he feels your eyes on him. He smirks, eyes glowing ruby in playfulness.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Preparing my artwork”, he answers you, before squatting down to lie you right into the small puddles of paint.

“Ah cold”, you squeak, arching your back to flee the sensation.

Taehyung climbs on your lap, caging in your hips with his knees. He places his hand on your chest and pushes your back into the paint.

“Tae cold”, you whine, writhing under his strong hold.

“Yes, that’s it. Writhe for me. Oh, this is going to look wonderful”, Taehyung rasps.

“Oh my god”, you finally realise what he was doing, “are you actually going to paint me getting my pussy ate?”

He chuckles, “no, I’m merely going to eat you out, the painting will create itself”, he says, leaning down until your lips were almost touching, “so don’t forget to squirm for me. We want the result to be pretty, don’t we?”

“You sexy bastard”, you whisper, dropping your head weakly, “oh god, I’m so fucking wet.”

“Good, I can’t wait to taste it”, Taehyung says, pecking your lips just once before climbing off your lap.

He places himself on his knees between your legs, touching your inner thighs with loving hands. It smears blue paint everywhere, making the touch feel smooth and almost as if he was using oil to massage you.

You spread your legs the second he touches you, presenting your soaked pussy to his greedy eyes.

“You look stunning”, he rasps, eyes becoming the darkest of reds, “oh darling, I can’t believe you are real.”

He lowers himself to your pussy, placing a soft kiss on your clit. The touch makes you gasp, muscles tensing in preparation.

“So pretty”, Taehyung whispers and then he finally connects his lips with your warmth, tongue lapping at your entrance and fingers massaging your thighs.

“So good”, you sigh, melting into a puddle of pleasure, “don’t stop, please.”

Taehyung isn’t planning on stopping. You have gotten him so obsessed.

“Don’t stop please”, you sigh above him, forcing him to press himself closer just to let you know that he won’t.

Taehyung has wanted to have you ever since you began your painting lesson. You looked so beautiful in the light of the fireplace and with your warmest clothes on. You wore something different for the museum date, Taehyung did too, but changed out of it once home for the sake of comfort. A fluffy jumper and comfortable cotton pants with socks he knitted for you as a little present. Taehyung thought that you never looked more beautiful and that your scent was especially sweet tonight. A good, happy date always gets you smelling sweet and mellifluous and Taehyung regularly finds himself being hazy in your presence because of it. Tonight he couldn’t resist, claiming your pretty lips in a deep kiss before you could even truly start the lesson.

“You are so sweet”, Taehyung moans, sucking on your clit with a deep hum vibrating in his chest. He releases her gently, “so sweet”, he adds, connecting his tongue with your clit to trace her slowly.

His touch feels so good. You writhe, arch your back, writhe again. You can feel how the paint spreads on the canvas beneath you. Wet and sticky. It isn’t cold anymore, your burning up body has heated it up by now. You wonder how the painting comes out now that you are fucking like that. How should you ever be able to look at it without feeling close to fainting? All you will think about is how his hands were gripping your thighs and his tongue was devouring your wet cunt. You shiver at the mere thought.

“Tae, oh Tae”, you moan, reaching down to grab a bundle of his hair. You twist it carefully, giving it just enough of a tug to make him moan.

“That feels so good, darling”, he tells you, taking your clit between his lips afterwards to suck on her desperately. He brushes his tongue over her every now and then, giving you the neediest moans. He knows that you can feel his voice that way.

That deep, raspy voice right against your pussy. It’s making you shake. The paint spreads under your lower back, right where your buttocks start. You can feel it, hear it too. It sounds wet and sticky, mixing with the lewd sounds of Taehyung sucking your clit.

“S-slow”, you beg.

Taehyung releases your clit to look up at you. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly, the sweat on your skin is melting the paint. Your face is glowing in total bliss, your eyes peel open now that he stopped.

“It’s not nice is it? To be so sensitive”, he teases.

You mewl, closing your eyes again to cover them with your hand. He is so embarrassing sometimes.

Taehyung chuckles, lowering himself back to your pussy to lap at her quickly.

“O-oh”, your desperate moan slips out of you loudly, your hips chase him in an involuntary thrust. He is so fast in his movements, using his supernatural existence to his advantage. You love and hate it when they do that. You can barely even handle normal oral, let alone when they use their speeds against you in the most pleasurable of ways. Yoongi does that too sometimes when he isn’t busy tongue fucking you. Taehyung does it way too often. And Jungkook. Well, Jungkook is Jungkook. He’ll get there one day. You think of the others for just a quick second. What might they be up to right now?

Taehyung moans, sending even more vibrations through your pussy and therefore dragging you back to your sweet reality.

“Tae you fucking- you’re making me cum”, you press out, almost closing your legs on him if he didn’t hold them open so strongly.

Taehyung growls. You can hear the smirk in it. This stupid, sexy smirk he does whenever he is being (rightfully) cocky.

His tongue speeds up more, forcing your legs to tremble even before your high hits you.

“Tae, please, Tae, okay, okay, Tae. Tae it’s. Tae”, you stutter, growing more and more restless.

Taehyung doesn’t mind, he merely uses the smallest amount of his strength to keep you pinned down, torturing your clit with a guttural growl.

“Tae”, you gasp and then your orgasm hits you. It was too much. All of it. His fast tongue, his strong grip, his deep moans. Nothing could have prevented it from happening and now it is consuming you whole.

Taehyung helps you ride it out with smooth licks with the flat of his tongue, moaning right with you because he loves nothing more than to make you cum. He is so proud of himself. Not only because he is making you climax, but also because he can hear what certain other people are up to and he managed to make you cum in sync with dear Jungkook finding his sweet heaven. Taehyung swears he didn’t mean to listen in. It was an accident.

He smirks, pulling your weak hips on his tongue to grind your throbbing pussy on his tongue. It was all an accident.

You come down after what feels like hours, letting him know that it is getting too much by pulling at his hair. Taehyung lifts his head, his ears drown out the rest of the castle, focusing solely on you again.

You look ruined, panting heavily while your face is completely slack in weakness, lips parted and eyes closed. There is currently not a muscle working in it. You look so beyond relaxed, but Taehyung can hear that your heart is far from it, pounding in your chest quickly.

He picks you up from the canvas and sets you down on his lap, hugging you with all the love he has for you.

“That was amazing”, he whispers, placing soothing kisses on your neck.

“Yeah”, you sigh, shivering as you recover.

“Are you cold, my sweetest?” he asks you, rubbing your paint covered back.

You shake your head, “just shaken up. I came really hard.”

“I know, I could taste it. You did such a good job.”

“God Tae”, you drop your head on his shoulder, “you ruined me.”

He chuckles, pecking your shoulder lovingly.

“I couldn’t help it, I’m so obsessed with you.”

“Me too, Tae. You’re so amazing.”

Taehyung stands up then with you still in his arms. You hug him tighter instantly, legs around his waist and eyes closed in exhaustion.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“What do you say to a quick shower to get the paint off and then a long bubble bath?” he suggests.

“That sounds like heaven. What about the painting?”

“Let’s look at it tomorrow once it dried.”

“Okay”, you say and giggle quietly, “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“Heh”, he lets out, grinning proudly, “you must admit that it was incredibly fun.”

“Yeah, it was”, you agree, cuddling into him as he carries you to the bathroom safely.

You will look at the painting tomorrow and you will fluster vividly while Taehyung will call it a masterpiece. He will also show it to the others after asking you for your consent and while Hoseok and Jungkook reacted by cracking up, Seokjin told you that it was “way too much tmi and that he did not ask for that information”. Yoongi will merely study the shapes of it, smirk softly and whisper a little “so that’s how you look when you squirm”.

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Could you write an adult Shauna Shipman x f!reader one-shot with quote 6 "I feel like you've got a hand on me at all times" "Maybe that's because I'm irrationally afraid that you'll disappear on me if I let go"

Ir could be something like, one day f!reader gets into an accident and almost d*es and after that Shauna doesn't let f!reader out of her sight because she's afraid that she'll loose her like she lost Jackie all those years ago

Thank you if you'll do it <3

💙Slipping Like Satin - Shauna Sadecki x fem!Reader💙

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Summary: During the scuffle to try and catch the blackmailer, y/n is injured and Shauna hasn't left her alone since.

Warnings: Swearing, guns, blood, general angst

Word Count: 1,663

A/N: Hello Loves! I'm trying out a new header for my next couple of fics! I might tweak it to get the style to be something I like more, but I'm excited about the new aesthetic. But this has been a request that I've been saving till I knew exactly how I wanted it to go, and while it's still not exactly what I wanted, I'm pretty happy with it, so I hope you enjoy! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!

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“God damn it, Natalie, I knew this was a terrible idea!” You heard Shauna scream, her voice growing shrill as her throat squeezed with upset. It had hardly registered yet, but you began to feel a hot pain on the skin of your upper bicep. Your hand was squeezing the spot, and when you moved it away, you could see a glistening red sticky on your fingers in the orange light.

“Fuck. We’re completely fucked!” Natalie barked back, running her hands through her hair as she began to pace in a circle. Only then did you notice the gun in her hand. You bit your lip, swallowing thickly as you looked back down at your fingertips. That is till Shauna moved in front of you, taking your hand in hers.

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re alright,” she murmured in a hushed voice. You began to nod but didn’t say a word. Getting shot didn’t actually hurt as much as you might have anticipated prior, you now realized. “Can I have a look?” Shauna asked though she was already moving your arm gently with her shaking hands. Anxiety knit her brow as she tried her best to keep her breathing steady.

“Tai, can you come look?” She asked, gently adjusting your sleeve to get a look at the wound. Taissa moved beside her, pulling out her phone to turn the flashlight on. They both examined the area with furrowed brows and frowning lips.

“It looks like it only grazed her,”

“Should we get her to a doctor?” Shauna’s voice was low and hushed like she was trying to keep the thought of a doctor out of your head. Or maybe it was Natalie’s. The brunette still seemed quite upset with the whole ordeal. Taissa took another look before she shook her head.

“No. If we clean and bandage it good she should be alright,” she brushed at the wound with her finger just too close and you took in a hissed breath through your teeth, your nose scrunching at the sting. You heard Shauna gasp, her eyes widening ever so slightly as her grip tightened. Taissa retracted her hand but you managed a smile with a small chuckle.

“Let’s just get this patched up, ok? I’ll be completely fine,” your eyes wavered to Shauna for the last bit. You might have been attempting to assure her more than yourself, but you weren’t too sure.

If you were being honest, you didn’t remember the whole affair all that well. Mostly there was confetti, or maybe it had been glitter? It was something colorful and it got in your eyes, that’s all that mattered. It was followed by more of a foot chase before you burst out into a parking lot in time to watch the blackmailer driving off. You thought that had been the end of it, till you heard the sound of a gunshot, followed by a clank of metal. Most of what you could remember was just recounting what the others had said, but you wouldn't admit that. You knew Shauna would freak about the whole thing more if she knew.

She had been showing up on your doorstep nearly every day after that night. She argued it was to check on your injury, though you could handle it yourself. She’d been insistently clingy recently. She doesn’t talk to you for just under a decade then all of the sudden she’s showing up at your door with food and various banned goods like clockwork. She might as well move into your apartment with how often she was dropping in, keeping tabs on your every move. It was likely from her sixteen years as a mom, and you appreciated a little help every now and then, but it was becoming a little much. You thought of all of this while on the toilet, anticipating Shauna might be waiting outside the door.

She didn’t turn up right outside the door as you thought, but walking back into your apartment's main room, you found her scurrying around your kitchen, as though she was attempting to appear as though she’d been busy in your absence. She’d pulled carrots out of the fridge and some other vegetables she was now prepping.

“What are you doing now?” you tried your best not to sound irritated, though it might have been hinted under your tongue. Shauna’ pressed her lips in a line and shrugged, seemingly trying to look casual as she shrugged.

“I thought I’d make a soup,”

“You don’t need to do that, I can make food,” She nodded but didn’t look up from her carrots. You stood still, simply watching her without a word, trying to configure what could be going on in that head of hers. Yes, you’d been in an accident. Technically you'd been shot, but not really. It was scary for everyone involved. But it wasn’t a big deal! You were clearly doing fine. You’d been cleared by your doctor, though they only thought it was grazing from a bad fall. Why was she suffocatingly all over you? Your brow creased and you frowned, looking away.

“I’m going to get some sleep,” You didn’t wait for her to look up before turning around and going back to your bedroom. You leaned your back and head against your shut door, now safe in the seclusion of your room. You didn’t mean to be, well, mean. But this sudden attention was unfortunately discomfiting. You felt fragile under your care. You hadn’t felt fragile in years. Probably not since ‘96. You shivered at the thought of what happened back then. Shaking the thought away, you rubbed your eyes with your fingers. Sleep. That’s what you needed right now. Sleep would make those thoughts go away.

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You woke up to a thumping sound somewhere in your apartment. The sound itself didn’t wake you, but it didn’t help any chances of falling asleep again. You sat up with a long yawn, dragging yourself out of bed only to notice it was now dark outside. You sniffed, leaving your room and padding out into your main living space. A warm aroma met your nose and you recalled Shauna’s soup. You were also reminded that Shauna was likely still here.

Sure enough, there she stood by your desk, your back turned to you. Her shoulders shook as you got a better look at her. Your brow furrowed and you bit your lip.

“Shauna?” Your voice was rough with sleep. Her name pulled her out of her head and she turned with a shameful look in her eye. She frantically wiped away tears that strew down her cheek. It wasn’t till you noticed what was in her hands and on the deck that you understood. She began to weakly apologize but you shook your head, silently approaching her. Her body was tense as you moved forward. She couldn’t realize it till you tenderly took the photos from her hands, fingers brushing over hers. She watched as you stroked the cheeks of the smiling girls, captured in a time capsule of Polaroid.

“I can’t believe you kept these,” Shauna murmured, her eyes wandering back down to the unearthed box sitting on the desk. You shrugged, smiling sadly.

“It felt wrong not to,” you mused with a hollow sigh. “I don’t look at them often,” Shauna chuckled when a thought came to mind.

“You were so excited to get that camera,” you nodded, letting out a soft laugh of your own.

“My parents rarely gave us holiday gifts early. They told me I should ‘capture the highlight of my teen soccer career,’” Your smile wavered sadly as you flipped through the photos. “Who knew that camera would only capture the worst few months of our lives,”

“We didn’t have it for the worst part,” Shauna corrected. You felt yourself tear up and forced a sarcastic laugh.

“Thank god I ran out of film,” you took in a long, sad sniff of air. Shauna’s eyes softened, growing wide as she began to cry again. Her arms found their way around her shoulders she pulled you in. Given the unexpected contact, you dropped the photos in your hands, sending them fluttering to the ground below you. You gave into her, going limp in her arms with your hands hung wilm at your sides. She held onto you so tight as you cried together. In so many ways it felt like mourning. You still mourned those you lost, the things you'd done, and the girlhood that had been so swiftly taken away.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed into her neck over and over as she told you to hush and save your words, but you couldn’t help it. You needed her to know “But I’ve been so mean to you this past week, and I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve felt like you’ve had a hand on me at all times and it scares me,” you cried, finally wrapping your arms around her back, hands squeezing desperately to the back of her cardigan. She let out a watery laugh and nodded her cheek against your forehead.

“Maybe that’s because I’m irrationally afraid that you’ll disappear on me if I let go,” She smiled as she said it, eyes shut tight. You knew just by the way her voice broke that it wasn’t a smile of joy, but one that held onto all the grief she forced herself to carry with her. You felt it too as you let out your own pitiful laugh of melancholy. You shook your head against her neck.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, ok,” you pulled away from her just enough to see her face, holding her cheeks between your hands. “I’m right here,” there was an urgency in your voice as your lip quaked, tears still spilling. She took a long break, sniffling heavily as she shakily nodded. You smiled and nodded again, running your hand over her hair.

“I’m right here,”

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