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rinhaler · 7 months

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step cest, virginity loss and non con with toji pretty please? :3

the contrast between the content ur asking for and then the innocent little :3 face is sending me btw 😩 but u said pretty please so u shall receive!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, virginity loss, fem!reader, step cest, daddy kink, ddlg, step daddy!toji, no prep, cream pie, dacryphilia, praise, pet names.

words: 1.4k

It’s too much for him.

Seeing how beautiful you’ve grown up to be. You’re so smart and kind, too. He feels like he’s losing you each and every day that he drops you off outside of your university building. He’ll never tire of hearing you express how proud of yourself you are to be the first in your family to get accepted.

But he’s starting to notice a change in you.

You’re wearing more makeup and spritzing more expensive perfume. Your tops are getting lower and your skirts are getting shorter. He notices it all because you’re in such close proximity to him whenever he gives you a ride to your classes. Your scent almost luring him into the deepest depths he can sink. Your naked thighs jiggling in the passenger seat practically begging him to push them apart so he can bare witness to your needy virgin cunt.

And he knows you’re still a virgin.

He hears the phone calls you have with your new friends while you pace back and forth in your bedroom talking about which guys in the class you think are cute. All the while he’s willing himself not to give in to his basic instinct and shove a hand down his pants and jerk himself off to the way you describe what you think sex might be like.

You’re adorably naïve.

You’ve convinced yourself it won’t hurt as badly as everyone says it will. Of course that could be the case if you were to fuck one of the pencil-dicked losers in your class. But it would be different with him. Your first time should be with him.

That’s what he tells himself when he sneaks into your room in the early hours of the morning. He knows you have an 8am class, but you’re such a good girl he’s sure you won’t mind. Hell, he’ll even let you skip it if you behave yourself.

He riled himself up too much thinking about what a fucking travesty it would be if you let some frat boy sully your insides. It can’t happen, it won’t happen. He muses to himself as he sits on the edge of your bed.

Your body slowly reacts to his presence as you blink away at the bleary filter in your eyes. You stiffen slightly when you realise you aren’t alone. When you see a shadowy figure looking down at you, every worst case scenario runs through your head in an instant.

“S’just me, darlin’.” he tells you, your vision comes into focus when you hear the all too familiar voice of your daddy. His hand holds your thigh, soothing you with a simple circling thumb.

“You scared me, daddy…” you sigh, getting comfortable in bed once again. You’re losing the battle against sleep, your eyelids feel heavy as you try to continually fight away the exhaustion. If daddy is here, it must be important, after all.

He’ll keep you safe, though.

You know there’s nothing to worry about with your daddy around.

“Need you to stay still ‘n be quiet for me, yeah? Can you do that?” he whispers. You barely register the sound of fabric being moved as you try and find his eyes in the sea of darkness. You, nod though, immediately proving what a good little girl you are for your daddy.

You feel a chill as he pulls your duvet away from your barely clothed body. It’s like you knew he’d be paying you a visit tonight. He can’t quite see, but wastes no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh, d-daddy?” you speak, quietly squirming a little as he slowly pulls them.

“Thought you were going to be quiet for me, hm?” he reminds you, a gruff tone to his soothing voice. “Be a good girl for daddy, yeah? Let this happen…”

You gulp, nervously, your body freezing at his words as you realise what’s going on. He yanks your shorts away and throws them over his shoulder, you bare cunt on display is making you consider maybe being with your daddy isn’t so safe.

Maybe your daddy doesn’t always have your best interests at heart.

There’s a clacking sound you can’t place. It’s filling the room along with daddy’s groaning. You flinch as you feel the mattress spring back into place before sinking deeper than it had before. Your body is trapped beneath his and you can’t stop yourself from crying. This isn’t how you imagined your first time, this isn’t how you would have imagined any time.

But you’re paralysed.

You’re powerless.

“D-Daddy… I don’t— I don’t… like… this…” you tell him, still unable to stop your tears from falling. You gasp as he effortlessly covers the lower half of your face with the palm of his hand.

You work out the source of that unrelenting clacking sound as he towers above you, furiously touching himself as he prepares to enter your tight heat.

“Of course ya do, sweetheart.” he kisses your forehead repeatedly as he rubs his heavy tip against your virgin slot. You cry into his hand as he begins to push into you at a snails pace. He’d never do anything to intentionally hurt his baby girl. But this is something he can’t control. “This is what little girls like you are made for. Makin’ their daddies feel so good.” he continues.

His emerald eyes are the only thing you can see in the dark abyss of your room. It’s terrifying, how the eyes you had trusted more than anyone else’s are making you want to scream out in fear.

He feels your tears and saliva dampen his hand as he bullies his cock into you. If he had any sort of conscience, he’s sure he’d feel guilty for not even having the decency to prepare you first. But you’re so fucking tight like this. Taking him like such a good girl, swallowing him whole and squeezing around him like he belongs to you.

And besides, no amount of preparation would have readied you for how well-endowed he is.

He rocks his hips into yours again and again, your screams turn to muffled moans beneath his heavy palm as his tip finds it’s sanctuary against your sweet spot. It hurts, fuck, he’s monstrously big and it fucking hurts.

You try to talk to him, words he’ll never understand as his hand stifles you. He isn’t sure if it’s wise to move it. Will you scream and cause a fuss? It’s a big risk. But you’ve always been a good girl. His good girl. So he slowly peels his hand away, your whimpering moans slowly creeping up your airways and running rampant through his perverse mind.

“’m made… made for you? For daddy?” you whisper. He smiles, smothering your voice with an incestuous kiss that neither of you seem to mind. “B-But it hurts, daddy! O-Ow, daddy’s too big for me!” you cry out, a little louder than you’d intended and certainly louder than Toji wanted. He covers your mouth once more, his brutal pace kicking into high gear as he slams his whole weight behind his thrusts.

“Good fuckin’ girl, baby.” he praises you, admiring how your eyes roll over white and your consciousness leaves your body and he pummels everything he has into you. “No one can know about this, got it? You can’t do this with anyone else either. Wan’ you t’be daddy’s special girl… f-forever.” he speaks, hips speech failing as he begins to reach his peak.

He hadn’t expected you to tighten around him, either. He’s gifted you with your first orgasm and your pussy hugging ‘n squeezing around him forces him to reject any concept of pulling out. You have him trapped inside of your previously untainted walls. Thick, white cum coats your insides and he collapses on you as he finishes.

His grunts continue to fill the room. Though they sound like they’re only meant for you to hear as he levels his mouth with your ear. You turn to face him, those familiar green eyes feel so safe again as he looks at you. Like you can trust him with anything. You could tell him any secret and he’d take it to the grave.

But you know better, now.

You know what you are to him.

“W-Why did you do that, daddy?” you ask him, your voice so timid and subdued. You always talk so sweetly to your daddy. He thinks if you didn’t want that, you would be picking a fight with him. You’d be screaming and crying and demanding an explanation. But you’re too sweet for that. You’re too much of a good girl for daddy to do any of that.

“… Because good little girls always let their daddy cum in them first.”

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blkgirl-writing · 8 months

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Hi, I saw your smut requests post and was wondering if you could write one about touch starved Gale finally being alone with reader/Tav and getting his satisfaction? (Yeah, I got inspired by your nsfw headcanons about him, how could you tell?) Please and thank you!

PS Can I be 🧀 anon?

What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale X Fem!Reader

Baldurs gate 3

It’s been, probably three years since I’ve written a full fanfic? I’ll admit I’m probably a little rusty. Thank y’all for hanging in, and I hope this fulfills our nerdy wizard boy needs. thank you so much 🧀 anon for the request! I hope you stay and request some more.

Important tags: lots of pining, some angst (no sad ending), smutty (male and female Masterbation, male giving female oral), spoilers for gales mid game story, romance, Gale is an anxious mess, The thought of gale brushing his hair from his face got me GOING 😩

Word count: 1.9k

(Part 1.5 HERE) (PART 2 HERE)

(Gale headcanons that inspired this here)

Gale didn’t know how to handle these new feelings for you. He makes a fool of himself everyday, it seems. He always offers you a slice of his bread, even if you gave your own, he saves some of his own morning coffee for you, since he wakes up earlier, and even warm it up for you with a spell.

He simply wanted you to like him. That would be all he needed, but anything else that may follow that would be a true blessing. Gale wanted nothing more than to make you laugh, to see your smile and know he was the reason why, to camp and be the first and last person you’d speak to before sleep.

Gale wouldn’t let his mind wander much past that, or he tried to not let it. The occasional dream would slip through where you were his, and he was yours. It simply put him in panic mode In the waking hours, trying to not be obvious, scared you’d find out, what exactly? He wasn’t sure. You were too kind to break his heart so effortlessly, like he feared you would.

Endless scenarios danced in gales head of rejection, humiliation, and what would happen if he let himself go, life he was tasked to do. It wouldn’t take much, to convince him to live. Friendship, a place to call home, even if it was ever moving. Company he could entrust his life to. It was all so appealing. Luring him into life, breathing a new passion into his purpose, one he’d lost many years ago, sometime when he was alone for so many years.

Those thoughts seemed to linger on forever, sweeping over his barely conscious brain to awaken him again, rustling him from what could be a good nights rest. Eventually, Gale decided to just get up and go for a walk.

Camp had been set up in one of the most beautiful places any of you had seen. Waterfalls tinted emerald green, sand fine and shimmering in the light, may it be sun or moon. I’m one of those waterfalls, he found you.

Waist deep in the pond. Skin and hair dripping wet, shining more than usual water would, adding a silver glow to the night. You looked better than a goddess could ever imagine, and still, his eyes never dipped below you shoulders, even though he deeply wanted to look lower. Instead, he stood there, looking like a fucking idiot, gods know how long. Maybe a tree branch snapped, or maybe you finally snapped out of your trance, but your head whipped in his direction, eyes darting across the small beach, only relaxing when you realize only gale stands before you.

“Oh, Gale, it’s just you…” you let out a deep, jagged breath, the anxiety flowing out of your body just as quickly as it racked through it.

“Just? Are you disappointed?” Gale smirked, although his heart raced in his chest, one word and he'd sulk back to camp, but gods he wanted to stay and spend the whole night with you under the stars.

“Far from it, really. I was just thinking about how much you’d enjoy this view if you were here” you tore your eyes away from Gale, focusing on the stars. “I thought it may remind you of waterdeep. You paint a very beautiful picture of home.”

“I can think of a few things much, much more beautiful than Waterdeep,” his voice low, raspier than usual. Easily explained away from the lack of sleep or old sleeping bags, not for what it really was. Deep yearning, wanting, needing.

“I’d love to see them someday, then.”

“We’ll just have to get you a mirror, then,” “All the beauty in the world would reflct

"Gale, I-" You finally looked into his eyes, he wore his heart on his sleeve, at least for a moment. Those puppy eyes, dark bust glistening in the full moonlight, his hair messy from turning in his sleep, he wanted you, in many more ways than one. Gale's emotions could never be that simple, of course.

"Well," you walked towards him, water inching lower and lower, revealing more and more of your body, yet gales eyes stayed on yours. "Why don't you join me for a swim. It's a beautiful night."

"an offer I could not refuse." Gale's face was plastered with that cocky smile, the one that could melt anyone into a puddle in seconds.

He might have been a gentleman and kept his eyes upwards, but you were not so much, Gale untied his robes, gods why were there so many damn layers? It was quite a sight, his little mannerisms that showed more of him to you than he had shown to you. He was nervous, his fingers missing the simple ties frequently, he got annoyed by his hair getting in his eyes, a grimace appearing before he swept his hair behind his ear.

Your eyes lingered on his circle smoke tattoo, his toned arms, his downright massive hands. he was more tan than you realized, To be fair, he's always covered in those loose robes, leaving you to wonder what was underneath. You were more than happy to finally be finding out. But not below the waist.

"Isn't it a bit cold to be this naked?"

"The water is warmer than the air, I promise." You extended a hand out to Gale, even though he was feet away from you. "Come on, Gale from Waterdeep being afraid of some cold water? Sounds redundant."

"You got me there." He finally stepped into the glimmering pond surrounded by rocks and sand, enough to have your own little corner, to lessen the echo if it was needed. The whole camp didn't need to know all of your business. It must've been a magical lake, as both you and Gale noted separately. Unnaturally still, even when you moved freely, small glowing lights pooled at your sides, occasionally bubbling into the air once you leaned against a large, bright rock.

"May I ask what you were doing out here at this hour?" Gale spoke, still much further away from you than he wanted to be,

"Can I not take a mid-night swim?" You raised your brows in a questioning glance his way "A woman needs time to herself. These days and nights have been very stressful."

Gales very audible oh, slipped through the silence. "You don't have to relax alone." His eyes finally gave in to the need, scanning your body with a low moan slipping past his lips. His excitement was immediate, brushing against your lower stomach all the way past your navel.

"You've wanted this." You stated, brushing your hand against his thigh.

"There's plenty of magic around us, I want the Gale right in front of me." You dared to inch even closer, his thigh fully slipping between yours, inches away from touching your pussy. His hands floated inches from your waist, "Let me give you everything"

"Give me everything" With that, Gale's hand grabbed your waist, gently guiding you onto his thigh, motioning your hips down and swaying only him. The sensation sent sparks flying through his body, you were right in front of him, completely bare and rocking with pleasure onto him. Better than any dream he'd thought up, any fantasy that ran through his head even at the most inappropriate of times. Yes even during the throws of battle. Even in hard times like that, he was so drawn to you.

Gales other hand came up to your jawline, tilting your head so he could latch his mouth around your neck. Deep marks left behind while he inches his way in hickeys up your neck, jaw, and finally to your lips. Any semblance of anonymity flew out the window, not a single person could miss what he gave you, artfully placed dark spots painting your skin. "I have never seen such a beautiful being in my life"

"I could say the same about you gale," You said betwixt breathy moans, picking up the pace of your grinding hips against his thigh, his hand on your waist moving between a tight grip on your ass, and a light but so effective caress of your clit. Every time you got so close, his fingers moved, he was teasing you. His cocky smirk felt even through his kiss.

"I want you to come on my mouth." As if he was reading your slightly frustrated thoughts, "I want to taste you in my dreams."

All you could manage was a frantic nod, a mumbled yes, and shakily hoisting yourself up onto a rock that was perfect for gales pretty head to be between your thighs. Gale pushed your thighs apart with one hand, which stayed firmly grabbing onto you. The other sneaked up your thigh, tracing patterns along your skin. "Gale, please," you whispered out of pure desperation. The only warmth coming from your feet still in the water, otherwise your skin exposed to the biting air.

"All you had to do was ask, my lady" Gales fingers easily slid into you, curling up and pumping in and out, while he leaned into your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he placed one kiss just to the right of where you needed him to be. All he needed was to be touched, to touch you. Your legs wrapped around him to get Gale even closer, urging him closer.

"Touch yourself" Barely a whisper, but Gale caught it, and certainly didn't need to be told twice. Secretly, he could cum from this alone, your taste, how soft you were, how loud you could get. It was more than enough to orgasm right there with you, however, that is not exactly how he wanted your first sexual experience to go. His hand clutching your thigh came to his cock, rubbing much faster and harder than he was fingering you. he was eager. He wanted this to last forever, he wanted you to cum again and again and again into his mouth. He wanted his face even more dripping from your juices.

"Gale I can't hold it-" You nearly screamed, his tongue swirling and sucking, lightly biting, it was almost too much. Then, he moaned. A loud, deep moan and that was it. Vibrations running through your body from his mouth. there noise that left your mouth could've been heard across Baldurs gate, you silently thanked this magical pound for being so secluded, as you would be borderline embarrassed if people heard. Gales didn't come back up for hair until he was sure you were finished, getting every last drop of you.

"You certainly are loud" Gales tone was so smug it almost made you laugh. You gripped onto his shoulders as he swept you down from the perch, pressing his whole body to yours. After all that, after her definitely came, he was still so hard, and so pressed against you that you couldn't help but gasp. "I want to hear that again."

"Hear what, exactly?" you teased, lifting a finger to trace his chest.

"To hear you cum," his lips dipped down to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, before he rasped "and to feel you on my cock."

Part two, here

(Requests Open)

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hanwiore · 8 months

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pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!

ughhhhh 😩😩

Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?

Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.

Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.

He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.

It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.

“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.

You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.

“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”

Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.

“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,

Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”

“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”

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wileys-russo · 8 months

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Just thinking about boyfriend Leah and boyfriend Less arguing over who’s jersey y/n is gonna wear to the game,,,,,

But tired all of the arguing Y/n wears someone else’s or she gets a custom jersey that includes both of them 😮‍💨😮‍💨😩

jersey jealousy II a.russo & l.williamson

"-leah it was your turn last weekend, she's wearing mine." "well she wore yours at the last england match alessia, so she's wearing mine."

"good morning!" you sung out with a smile, frown forming quickly on your features when neither of your blonde girlfriends replied, too engaged in their relentless bickering.

"that was over a month ago!" "yeah well she's not worn mine to an england game yet this year."

"hello? lonely girlfriend standing right here? wanting attention!" you called out a little louder, crossing your arms over your chest as they once again blanked you, the argument still ongoing as if it didn't happen every game.

"well she's barely worn mine since I signed with arsenal...almost nine months ago!" "sharing is caring love." "exactly, so if you cared babe you would share."

"like children." you grumbled under your breath, leaving them to their back and forth in the living room as you stepped into the kitchen, busying yourself making breakfast.

"see she's got yours on now less, stop whinging!" "well she wore yours last night, and the night before that." "well can you blame her? we both know why she wore it last night and why she needed to change afterwards."

you glanced over your shoulder meeting the older blondes cocky smirk, cheeks flushing a little as you knew exactly what she was referring to. the other blonde rolled her eyes and ignored the comment, wasting no time practically running over to you.

"good morning beautiful." alessia grinned, quickly grabbing at you and sitting you up on the counter, large hands landed on your cheeks as warm lips peppered gentle kisses all over your face. "less i'm trying to cook!" you laughed, hands resting on her shoulders as you shoved her away lightly.

"yes babe she's trying to cook, so make sure that doesnt burn yeah?" leah was quick to elbow alessia out of the way, replacing her in between your legs with a charming smile. "hello gorgeous." leah purred, tugging you down into a much less sweet kiss, hands squeezing at your thighs as she felt alessia's scowl burn into the side of her head.

"hey why didn't you kiss me good morning like that!" the younger girl huffed, waving a pair of tongs at leah after she'd flipped over the bacon. "oh sorry baby c'mere." leah cooed sarcastically, fists balling at alessia's hoodie and tugging her into a fierce kiss.

"wow if i didn't know any better i'd almost have thought the two of you weren't arguing literally five minutes ago!" you teased, sliding down off the counter and squeezing past them as their lips remained interlocked, alessia's running her hands through leahs hair as leahs hands wandered down to grab at her hips pressing their bodies closer together.

"nah uh, get back here woman." leah tutted and grabbed at your wrist before you could take another step away, pulling you back in between the two taller blondes who grinned cheekily at you.

"whoever kisses her the best gets their jersey worn today." alessia announced to leah before being the first to kiss you, unsurprisingly slipping her tongue in right away. cold hands roamed under your jersey and fondled at your bare chest making your breath hitch before leah quickly took over, firmly grabbing your chin and tugging your lips to meet hers.

the defender skillfully swirled her tongue around your mouth before her teeth nipped at your bottom lip and she sucked down harshly almost making you moan before her mouth was replaced again with the striker wedged into your other side.

like a football they repeatedly passed you between them, your head spinning and body burning feverishly at their touch as you became increasingly riled up which they took complete advantage of.

however it was a moment later when you smelled something else actually burning and forced yourself to pull away, taking a moment to blink slowly and collect yourself before darting to the stove, swearing quietly as you dumped the pan of burnt eggs and bacon into the sink.

"well? who won?" leah asked competitively, both your girlfriends watching you eager for your answer as if they didn't just absolutely spin your world upside down.

"yeah whose jersey are you wearing today?" alessia continued, their eyes following you intensely as you grabbed out your phone to order breakfast no longer bothered to cook.

"whoever gave me the best kiss gets their jersey worn right?" you clarified as you slowly began to back out of the kitchen, both your girlfriends nodding eagerly.

"well, then i guess i'm wearing my mccabe jersey today." you shrugged casually, sending them both a wink and turning on heel, strutting out toward the living room.

"oh you cheeky fucki-" leahs words fell short as alessia let out a posessive grunt and bolted after you, your eyes widening and phone dropping to the sofa as you sprinted away.

though with it two on one it wasn't long till you were cornered, playful grins on all your faces as both blondes advanced toward you from either side. "lessi look tooney came to visit!" you gasped and pointed over her shoulder as her face brightened and she turned away.

"babe!" leah groaned in annoyance at how gullible the younger girl was. "made you look dopey." you smacked the strikers bum as you sprinted off past her, though you only made it a few metres before a body crash tackled into you, taking you down to the floor as leahs long limbs wrapped around you.

"gonna wear mine then? since i caught you." the defender grinned smugly making you roll your eyes. "that was sneaky tesoro!" alessia joined in, glaring down at you, messy blonde hair framing her face and poking out of the sides of the hood she had pulled over her head.

"baby its not my fault i could tell you gullible is written on the ceiling and you'd look." you announced as your girlfriend visibly struggled not to let her eyes flicker upwards like they wanted to. "leah get off me i'm hungry!" you demanded, squirming in her tight hold as alessia collapsed into the sofa behind you.

"eurgh less get away!" you craned your head away as she poked your cheek a few times with her toe, smirking with victory at your reaction. "what did you call me?" leah asked stubbornly, hating anytime you used her name and not some fluffy term of endearment, still refusing to let go of you as you sighed deeply.

much as she was the most dominant and stone faced of the three of you, she melted behind closed doors at the right terms of affection.

"i'm gonna call you my ex girlfriend if you don't let me go so i can order some food, williamson."

"oo someone got last named!" alessia whistled with a teasing smile. "aw babygirl is someone hangry?" leah cooed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you simply glared up at her wordlessly, the english captain quickly letting go of you at your firm stare.

"hey!" leah pouted as you were quickly on your feet and diving into alessia's awaiting arms, stretching out in between her legs as your head rested on her shoulder and she gripped you tightly.

"wearing russo today." you whispered in the blondes ear placing a soft kiss to her neck, leahs eyes widening further at your words as alessia stuck her tongue out with a smug smirk. "unbelievable favoritism here!" leah scowled, moving to sit beside the two of you on the sofa as you peeked out at her, head still tucked in alessia's hood covered neck.

"hey i said today, see-" you paused to point at your back where the five letter name was printed across your shoulder blades. "-but i didn't say to the game." you shrugged, pushing yourself up and out of alessia's hold, grabbing your phone from beside leah and dodging her slender fingers which tried to grasp at your top and tug you down with her.

"what!?" "then whose are you wearing today??"

"...i told you, best kisser; mccabe."

"you go right, i'll go left, she can't outrun us both." "oh you're in trouble now our girl."

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

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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Hello! Hope all is well! Can I request reader waking up (after having a spicy sesh the night before) to their S/O (Yae Miko, Lisa, Ei) and them just cuddling and being super cute and shy cause it was like the first time together. Thank you 🙏

Gotchaa! N Helllooo, hope you are well too! Yae + plus those two are 😩 sorry it took so long.

upon seeing your eyes flutter open, she purrs, feline amethyst hues gazing down at you with fondness. “ how did you sleep sweet thing? enjoyed yourself last night? “ she questions in a light teasing tone, arms looping around your bare frame to pull you closer to her midst. cheeks turning hot at her question, you shyly nodded, the scent of japanese sakura blossoms wafts against your nose. the fox envoy chuckles at your bashful demeanor, “ my, my, where did all that energy go from last night, (name)? shy are we now? “she smirks slyly, her pointed fangs protruding. it was an entrancing but rare sight to see considering she is reserved about her kitsune nature.

your hand timidly rests itself on the small of yae’s back before burying your red face into the crook of her neck, attempting to hide it. “ i mean. . .i did have my first time with you. “ you muttered. once more, she chuckles and nuzzled the side of your head with her nose before pressing a tender kiss against it. “ well sweet little one, “ her deft finger outlines your hip suggestively. “ i can’t promise you that i will be as nice this time but surely you have one more round for me, hm? “

as a kagemusha, ei never had the chance to think about love since her main focus was inazuma and its future. when she met you, everything changed. she was inexperienced and hesitant when it came to intimacy so she never had thought she would end up tangled in her own sheets with somebody she grew to love. ei’s palm cradles your cheek delicately, watching you as you slept peacefully. carefully, she brushes away a loose strand from your face. after a few minutes, you shifted a bit before your eyes flutters open.

“ ei. .? “ she simply hums, smiling at you. “ good morning, dearest. did you sleep well? “ the sunlight illuminates the room, shining down on your lover so gracefully. her long purple tresses spills down her shoulders like a waterfall; you long to tangle your fingers in them. her deep purple eyes lovingly gaze down on you, a memorizing smile dancing across her pink lips. does she really see herself as her sister’s shadow? she was more like a divine light expanding itself across the horizon after teyvat’s darkest day. you reciprocate ei’s smile but you think it isn’t as beautiful as hers right now. “ i slept like a baby. “ you kissed the mole under her eye.

a soft groan breaks the slumbering silence. you held back a chuckle as lisa stirs in her sleep next to you, indicating she’s moments away from awaking or maybe she is already awake? lisa was never a morning person anyways and especially after last night, she’d rather sleep in for as long as she could before getting ready for the day. warmth greets your cheeks at the flashbacks of last night and realization hits you. wasn’t that your first time with her? “ hmm. .why are you still up so early, baby?”she asks, raspiness evident in her voice which you found very enthralling. you adjusted yourself up against the headboard, “ lisa. .i’m pretty sure it’s 10 in the morning. “ you look over at lisa, meeting the gaze of her half-lidded jade eyes peeking through her brown messy fringes.

“ feels like 7 the way you put me to sleep.“ you could hear the teasing smile in her voice. lisa loved the way your face twisted into a look of surprise and bashfulness. “ l-lisa! “ she giggles airily, snaking her arm around your waist. “ why aren’t you laying down with me darling? do i have bad morning breath? “ you nervously shake your head at her question which you knew it was probably a joke. you laid right back down with a sheepish smile, “ it’s not that lisa, forgive me. i’m a bit shy from last night.” she says nothing with a smile and shuffles her body closer to yours; her lips presses a kiss right below your cheekbone. “ i’m sure you are and so am i truthfully, it was my first time as well, darling.“

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #yae miko x reader #yae miko #ei genshin #genshin impact ei #yae x reader #genshin lisa x reader #lisa minci x reader #lisa minci #genshin impact imagines

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pupyuj · 6 months

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i NEED domestic yujin, just pure floof :(((

hehe 😼 my first post after a while and it's sfw?? something shifted...

everybody that sees you two always gets so jealous bcs you are both such eye candies and you're so sweet to each other?? just pure couple goals 🥺 yujin is of course the type to always be touching you—arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand ofc, and she always melts under your touch 🥺 like she just can't help but lean into you when you gently put your hand on her back or on her arm whenever you're talking to someone :(( she feels so warm knowing that even though your full attention isn't on her at the moment, you're still thinking about her!!

this is probably self-indulgent cuz yujin's my baby daddy but she does that boyfriend thing where she offers to carry all of your shopping bags for you while you waltz around and treat yourself to a well-earned session of money-splurging 😭 literally watching you with a loving smile every time you try on an outfit, tells you to not worry about the price if you happen to come across a particularly expensive piece of clothing bcs she'll buy it for you 🥺🥺 makes sure to save a surprise at the end of your shopping spree where she suddenly pulls out a small box with the prettiest piece of jewelry you've ever seen?!?! 😩💕 also looks at you with a shy smile AS IF SHE AIN'T BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS and is always so nervous as to whether you'll like it or not??? BUT SHE COULD LITERALLY GIVE YOU THE SHITTIEST NECKLACE OR SOMETHING AND YOU'D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY.

(not that yujin will ever want to give you something that was less than perfect. only the best for her baby! 😤)

yujin loves dating silly little strolls in a park! 🥺 she'd drive you both to one of the prettiest and biggest parks in the city and just take your hand and go for a relaxing walk! she's so in love with you :(( she'd just stare at you while you tell her about a few funny things that happened throughout the week so far,, smiles so brightly when you laugh, she just loves your voice so much she could listen to you talk about anything forever 😣 she'll sit the two of you down by a tree and cuddle up to you, sometimes kissing you and laughing at the way you would blush and look away,, and she's just a sucker for the way you would absentmindedly play with her hands while you're sitting there 💕 and best believe she'll capture every moment of you during your time there! her gallery is literally just you and it's so sweet ☹️☹️

yujin definitely waits up for you if you happen to get held up at work, even if you come home after midnight :(( you'd find her sitting up on the bed with a book on her lap wearing her stupid nerdy glasses, barely awake and so tired 💔 you pepper her face with kisses and she would only pout and blink sleepily at you, the cutieeeee 🥺 she'd whine and pretend to be upset that you're home way too late but really, all that 'anger' is towards your boss for always giving you so much work 😣😣 and omg even when she's tired from staying up, she will NAWT leave you alone 😭 she's forcing herself out of bed and tailing you very closely while you make and sip on your tea, doesn't even let herself finally sleep while you're in the shower and chooses to be awake for another half hour bcs she really can't sleep without you 🥺 she is all over you when you finally join her in bed—leg over your body, arms wrapped tightly around you, nose buried in your hair, and whispering sleepy nonsense against your skin before she finally succumbs to sleep.. she's so silly.

yujin wakes up on top of you in the mornings 😭😭 but she's not like, suffocating you she actually serves as an extra warm and soft blanket!! like, you'd always find her sleeping peacefully on your chest and you can't help but kiss her forehead and thread your fingers through her hair :(( more often than not, she'd stir awake and you'd feel a bit guilty for cutting her rest short but her bright smile and lame ass "hey, beautiful~" makes it all not a big deal 🥺💖 neither of you will ever stop falling in love with each other.. STAND UP!!!!

#ive x reader #ive x fem reader #ive fluff #ive imagines #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin fluff #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x fem reader #yujin imagines #yujin fluff #yujin x fem reader #yujin x reader #girl group fluff #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group x fem reader

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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AFTER BEDTIME: jamal musiala x reader

cw: suggestive content, allusion to previous sexual intercourse, petnames, sappy couple eugh (jk jk), kissing, (probably) incorrect engloish to german translation bcs i unfortunately don’t speak the language, lmk if i missed anything

i’m a sucker for the morning after type of fics so i just had to do my own 😩 and with our favorite german boyfriend ofc

A heavy weight was settled across your torso, hot breath fanning on your chest as you slowly opened your sleepy eyes, letting the morning light of the sun welcome you with its warm glare.

You turn your head off to your chest, seeing the short mop of curly hair of your boyfriend as he slept soundly above you.

You reach a hand to rub the bare skin of his back, one hand reaching out to run your fingers through his hair which emitted a satisfied sigh to leave Jamal’s lips as he adjusted himself above you, most likely being awaken from your actions.

Not even a minute later and he's rolling onto his stomach, bleary-eyed as he stares at you.

“Good morning.” Jamal greets with a small smile, propping up his left hand and placing his head on his palm. “How was your sleep?”

“Morning you blanket hog.” You greet back with a playful roll of your eyes, teasing him about the way he's got himself wrapped up in your supposedly shared blanket during your sleep.

Jamal takes the blanket that was wrapped across his midsection, giving you a fleeting view of the black boxers he slipped on last night before he’s throwing the blanket over your body and proceeding to wrap you in his arms in a burrito.

“This alright babe?”

You playfully knock your head against his, whining at him to let go of you as your arms began to grow numb from having him partially lay on them.

Jamal laughs melodiously at your protest and instead of unwrapping you from his inconvenient burrito, he actually lays his entire body over yours with your feet entangled together, his face buried on the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die of suffocation if you don’t move right now.” You pout as you lay helplessly underneath your playful boyfriend. “J, move...”

“Nooooo...” Jamal whines against you, biting the skin in between your neck and shoulders. “This is my payback for the scratches you placed on my back.”

“But that was because of a good reason!”

Jamal huffs as he pokes your sides. “I know... but I still wanna do this for a few minutes because you're comfortable, more comfortable than the bed itself.”

You loudly exhale through your nose, finally conceding defeat as you let your boyfriend lay down on you. But of course his time ran out after an entire three minutes before you're back to wiggling underneath him.

“Let me check your back, love.”

Jamal finally relents after having his own version of fun, rolling away before sitting down in front of you with his back facing you.

Red streaks ran from the base of his neck up until his midsection, some of the angry red lines going as far as inside his boxer shorts and they for sure looked painful. You purse your lips apologetically, leaning down to kiss Jamal's cheeks as an apology.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Not as much as it looks.”

You began rummaging through your bedside table, grabbing a cooling tube from the cabinet before twisting the cap open and squirting some of the blue gel onto your palms. You rub the product across his back, silently taking in the hard muscles that ran prominent on his skin as he stretched after you're done with the cooling gel.

Planting a kiss on his shoulder, you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel now?”

“Feels quite nice actually.” Jamal replies as he places a hand on one of your ankles. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Any plans for today miss beautiful?”

You stow away the cooling gel, keeping it back inside the cabinet before you leave the bed.

“Nothing in particular no, why?”

Jamal lays on his back, leaning himself against the stack of pillows he had created as a support underneath his elbows, his eyes following your every move as you began slipping on one of his shirts.

“Well I was thinking...” He trails off, piquing your interest as his silence ensues.

You raise a brow while pulling a pair of jogging pants over your legs. “Yes?”

Jamal leaves the bed before he stands behind you, one hand holding the hem of your shirt up from behind and the other securing the tie of your pants with one hand.

“We have training in the afternoon today and I was thinking... if you would like to come with me?” He sheepishly asks as he holds you by the waist, placing his chin over your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your right cheek, mumbling against your skin. “Will you please go to training with me? Bitte, meine Liebe?” (Please, my love?)

Shifting your hand over his, you nod your head yes, slightly tilting your head to the side to meet Jamal’s eyes that was already on you.

“But... we leave after the Warriors game.”

Your boyfriend dramatically sighs, kissing your cheek once more before he moves away to find a shirt and one of his shorts in the closet beside you.

“You really know how to entice me with your preposition.”

“It’s the Stephen Curry effect, my love.” You tease before handing him a pair of clean socks he usually dons at home as he throws on one of his shirts with a training short.

“You literally like Jordan Poole though?” He muses, scrunching his brows before he sees you chuckling as you walk to the door.

“But not as much as I love you J. You know I love you more than I like JP.” You counter, shooting him finger guns before blowing him a kiss and a wink.

Jamal amusingly laughs as he follows after you to the door.

“Well I really do hope my girlfriend would prefer me over her current favorite hooper.”

You hook your arm around his, tip-toeing to press a kiss on his cheek as the both of you leave his bedroom.

“Always you J, always you.”

a/n: guess my favorite nba team and my favorite nba players 😩 it's not very obvious i swear to you

#☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala fanfic

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buckyysdoll · 7 months

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— 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞!𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —

MAIN MASTERLIST

જ⁀➴ content warnings: no smut actually? there’s some of that here though ;) and here 👀 barely edited writing ! i just fully purged this from my brain tbh. no other warnings?? domestic sweetness and fluff, that is all <3 a/n; literally listen to this song though and tell me that it isn’t him 😫

❧ — sleeping in his big t-shirts, wearing just panties or pyjama shorts beneath

❧ — or in winter, wearing his sweaters that all smell of him, and also stealing his pants :)

❧ — even after all these years of marriage, he still fucking loves it to death. seeing you like that, in his clothes, either makes his heart soft as hell — or turns on other parts

❧ — joel comes up behind you while you’re cooking him breakfast, and wraps his arms tight round your waist. buries his head in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent, his rough stubble all scratchy 🥰

❧ — then he kisses a line down your shoulder, sliding your bra strap slowly on down it; smiling against your skin as he works his way further and further till, laughing, you swat him away.

❧ — his facial hair tickles 😩

❧ — tbh joel’s a tease, and just loves to distract you

❧ — and many a breakfast has been burnt this way

❧ — speaking of, he often brings you breakfast in bed, but tbh i don’t think he can cook. he tries his best bless him, but it isn’t his forte — tools and construction? yes. put him in a garage and he’s happy as hell.

❧ — put him in a kitchen, though? there’s a whole lot of cussing and the blaring of alarms.

❧ — still, it’s the thought that counts though and he loves you so damn fucking much. the effort means everything to you. joel means absolutely everything to you.

❧ — tbh, that’s even how you spent your third date, at his place where he wanted to cook you what he called a “romantic dinner.” he’d insisted he didn’t want you “liftin’ a finger” and just to stay there drinking your wine, but let’s just say that you had to get takeout that night

❧ — it was more romantic than you could’ve dreamed.

❧ — joel was disappointed, pissed off tbh, felt he’d let you and your date down. but as he’d stood there in the kitchen surrounded by steam and hissing pans, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled where he’d ran his hands on through it, you’d just walked to him, found it so damn endearing that both of you collapsed into laughter.

❧ — that was the night that you said your very first i love yous. the first of many.

❧ — he leaves you little notes around the house, simple ones like “love you!” in his untidy scrawl

❧ — but when you find them throughout your day it makes your heart swell. it truly is the little things with him

❧ — domestic life with joel, as mrs miller, is more than you could’ve ever hoped to have found. you pack his lunch every morning just like the perfection described in this beautiful post <33

❧ — wakes you up by tracing light shapes on your skin with the soft pads of his fingers, and when you wake he kisses all over your face, trailing down to your stomach, and lower

❧ — never wants to wake up when the alarm goes off in the morning. if you even try, he’s trapping his arm round your waist and groaning “baby, where are y’ going?”

❧ — sleepy touches ! sleepy kisses ! pulls you closer in his sleep; when he first wakes up in the morning his hand goes out to feel for you in bed.

❧ — joel’s a heavy sleeper, yet if you shift from him in the middle of the night, his arms instantly tighten around you

❧ — it’s just instinct for him to be near you, to feel every part of you even in sleep

❧ — nights in are your favourite, you don’t often go out for date nights. your ideal is watching movies on the couch with a blanket, some takeout and wine.

❧ — even when you promise every time that you will, you will stay awake. you lay your head on his lap and he brushes his fingers through your hair, rubs down your back, lightly scratches.

❧ — and ofc you fall asleep under those conditions. how could u not !?

❧ — forehead kisses, cheek kisses, quick hurried pecks on your lips — always in a rush when he’s running late for work, but he never ever ever leaves without one

❧ — when you’re pregnant, he also won’t leave without pressing one to your stomach, telling the bump to “be good to your mom” on the days where the sickness/kicking is worse

❧ — slow dances in the kitchen to whatever music’s on, likely country — though you’ll always find a way to make it work.

❧ — and to be honest, he just lives to make you laugh if he can. he’ll just do whatever it takes.

❧ — you try to stay up and wait for him when he works till late at night, laying up on the sofa with the tv on. your eyes will be bleary as you fight to stay awake and watch the movie, but he comes home more often than not with you passed out, head propped up on a cushion

❧ — on nights like that he’ll try not to wake you, to keep his footing light on the hardwood. he’ll see you there and smile to himself, press a kiss to your forehead, put a blanket around you

❧ — he’ll also probably just fit himself close around you, settle just behind you to sleep. put his arm around your waist, kiss your neck. kiss your shoulder. he doesn’t want to go to bed without you.

❧ — and when you stir, pick up on his smell and his warmth, you’ll smile and murmur “you’re home.” and he’ll breathe you in right back and murmur “hm” into your skin. “i’m home, sweetheart.”

❧ — and you’ll wake in the morning still just like that. entwined, all warm and sleepy <3

❧ — slow sundays with coffee and sex, staying in bed all day and only getting up to eat.

❧ — showers together !! bathing together !! so so domestic and sweet. it becoming a part of your evening routine, and it’s not always even sexual at all.

❧ — admittedly yes, often he does have you against the shower wall; but most of the time it’s an intimacy just because of the fact that you’re together

❧ — you’ll stand with your back to him, and he’ll lather up soap in his hands; wash your shoulders, wash your back. gently wash your hair.

❧ — i mean can u imagine?? his focus as he works in your favourite conditioner, how he’s plain mesmerised by every single part of you as he threads his fingers through it, massages your scalp. like,?? those great, rough Texan hands just being so gentle with you, jdjdjjdkdkrjr 😮‍💨🤭😫

❧ — and u wash him too !! and he’s just as in awe of that as well, like !!! no one’s ever done that for him before, and he straight up groans that first time when your hands work through his hair — and every other time since, if ur being honest. you lather up the soap in your palms, his favourite one that you’d first bought him cos you knew he’d like it, and run your hands down his back, across his shoulders, his chest

❧ — wet hair! joel supremacy reigns once more

❧ — laughing when u accidentally get it in each others’ eyes; laughter just coming so easy for you in the life that you’d made together in marriage

❧ — he’ll literally do anything to make you happy, tbh. he loves you more than life, he adores you, and seeing your joy is his joy, too.

❧ besides, this man’s masculinity is NOT fragile at all, and why should it be? 😮‍💨🤭 he’s joel miller

❧ — will paint your toenails for you (random? idc)

❧ — rubs your feet after a long day at work

❧ — like, as soon as you even sink down beside him on the couch, he’s pulling your legs to his lap. asking you about your day as he pulls off your socks, applies just enough pressure in that way he knows u like

❧ — calls you during the day at work (when he can) just to hear your voice.

❧ — and if you don’t answer, leaves sweet little voicemails so that you can hear them before coming home

❧ — tommy always playfully takes the piss out of joel for being a sap, but really he adores you to bits, and couldn’t be happier for his brother if he tried.

❧ — still though, teasing remarks like “you’ve gone soft.”// joel: “she’s my wife.”

❧ — the most mundane things with him are just so enjoyable, you can’t even believe it. folding the laundry, grocery shopping at the store; buying furniture to decorate your very first home together.

❧ — he’s the kind of husband to facetime you in the supermarket to make sure he buys the right kind of yogurt. don’t even ask, it just makes sense and it’s important to me, okay??

❧ — he’s forgetful, so you write him lists

❧ — joel’s sentimental when it comes to you. he still has the cards that you’ve made him, the bill receipt from your first dinner date and tickets from the movie that night.

❧ — open and trusting relationship — this man is emotionally mature. i feel like joel before the outbreak is generally a lot more open (obvi :’)) and isn’t afraid to show you just how much you mean to him through all those sweet, little gestures

❧ — he can still be an overprotective and possessive little shit though, too. gets touchy in public like at the bar when someone’s getting a little too bold; goes everywhere touching you somewhere; a hand on your thigh, waist, in your own.

❧ — in booths at the bar, joel also sits with his arm laid out across the seat’s back, hand curved by your shoulder in an easy arrogant show of exactly who it is that you’re here with.

❧ — soft! possessive! joel is so 🤭😵‍💫🥰

❧ — makes you cards on your birthday with the help of your daughter

❧ — flowers just because, because he loves you.

❧ — the man is whipped as fuck, he just adores you

❧ — thoughtful gestures, makes you tea and heats your towel whilst you’re in the shower. that way, you have something good to come out to; especially when ur “payment” is a kiss <3

❧ — does that thing when he drives where he holds your hand over the centre console, keeps it under his while he moves the gearstick. this is hot, okay??

❧ — drives with his hand on ur thigh, or pulls urs to his mouth and lightly kisses it. brief eye contact just cos he knows that it drives you fully wild

❧ — road trips with him in his truck 🤭🤭

❧ — fiddles with your fingers when he’s distracted; ur touch keeps him grounded

❧ — i def have more of these so will maybe do a pt two? we shall seee!

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devilat-thedoor · 6 months

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Morning soft!Jake thoughts😔

He’s not awake yet, but he can sense that you’re about to get up. His arm would lazily lift from the mattess to curl around your waist and hold you down.

“Jake, I have to pee. Let me up.” But you don’t fight him because when he buries his nose into your hair and releases that sleepy groan, you’re at his mercy. So instead, you roll over to face him and trace your fingers over all of his features with a featherlight touch, “You’re so beautiful…” You whisper it so quietly to yourself, admiring how truly pretty he really is(especially when he’s in such a tranquil state).

His lips would start to lift into a tiny, shy smile while his arm tightens around you. He lets you continue to ghost your fingertip along, absolutely loving it when you trace down the bridge of his nose and his long lashes. It’s when you finally go over his lips for the third time that he opens his mouth and catches the digit between his teeth. The sound of your giggle warms his body as he releases your finger to peck your lips once…twice…three times, “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles it against your mouth right before the fouth kiss.

You’re blushing because he never fails to set the butterflies loose. You fold your hands over his chest and lay your chin atop to gaze at him, “Can I go pee now? And start the coffee pot?” You watch him scrunch his face in contemplation.

A hot cup of coffee sounds great but, “Just stay a little longer, love…” He brushes the fallen hairs from your face before circling his fingers on your bare back, “Mornings with you are my favorite.”

“They’re my favorite too, Jakey…” You flash him a warm smile and lay your head flat over his beating heart while muttering an I love you.

He hugs his arms around you, squeezing you tight, “I love you more…” When he finally loosens his hold, you look up to see his bright(yet always still tired) eyes, shimmering as they look into your own. Just when you think he’s about to say something really sweet, he hips out of bed with a cackle and makes a run for the door, “I call bathroom first!”

You can’t help your own laugh as you clamber out of the bed to chase after him, “Jacob, i swear to god, don’t you dare!!!!!” All while he’s laughing and running to slam the bathroom door shut…

i blame @losfacedevil @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @klarxtr and @writingcold for this…. they won’t let me rest😩

#jake kiszka #i hurt myself all the time #ouch #jake kiszka drabble #jake kiszka blurb #soft jake thoughts #morning jake thoughts #jake kiszka x reader

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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It's not a request, but rather an idea that you might write about one day. Sorry if I'm too heavy with Lyle, but I LOVE him😩 The idea is Things Lyle would do during Y/N's menstrual period. Sorry if what I write below makes you feel uncomfortable, I know that for some people menstruation is still a taboo subject.

I have a stupid headcanon that Lyle has no problem fucking a reader during his term.

Sorry for my bad english, it's not my native language.

Eeeeeee! I love! Yes I can imagine Lyle as a 'nope don't care still horny' kinda guy. Doesn't even bother with a towel.

Warnings: mentions of periods, blood, sex whilst on period, oral while reader is on their period (female receiving)

AFABreader x Lyle (Recom and human)

Human!Lyle!

He doesn't notice right away. Kissing you good morning as normal before getting ready. It's not until your cursing in the bathroom that he realizes. He's behind you in the mirror, arms circled around your waist and rocking with you.

"Don't worry about it babe, nothing a little wash won't fix." He jests, kissing your neck and along your shoulder.

"Lyle, please my heads pounding" You grumble, rubbing your temple. With a last peck he shifts to cabinet handing you the painkillers before stepping out to finish getting ready.

All day he thinks about you. Barely acknowledging Auestine's insults as he follows her scientists through the forest. He wants to do something nice for you. It's his first month as your boyfriend and he wants to make you feel special, especially if your feeling crap.

When Lyle gets back to the base his first thought is to find you, though he makes a quick detour. Heading back to your shared room he gives a quick knock before sauntering in.

Your frown immediately lifts when you see him. Beautiful flowers under one arm and dinner in his other. Lyle's mother and sisters were never shy about explaining what was going on every month so he likes to think he knows what to do.

Lyle is affectionate all through your shared meal but he's disappointed when you shift away. His leg rubbing against yours under the table, you sit cross-legged. Then he rests his hand on yours but soon after you take it back fixing your hair but not returning it.

He stews until your getting changed with your back to him, that's the final straw for him. You never shy away like this. He comes up behind you again, hands circling you to pull your back against him.

"What's wrong baby?" He whispers against your skin. You squirm a little before settling against him.

"I feel gross." You admit. The words hanging heavy in the air before Lyle turns you to him. His face shows all the desire he's always shown you. His fingers curl under your chin, lifting your face to his. He says nothing but the want in his kiss elevates your apprehension.

His hands lower, caressing down your sides. He stops at your chest to feel your breast before dipping lower to grip your hips. Lyle smiles against your lips, tugging you against him. You gasp at the sudden movement, feeling his desire hard, outlined against his pants.

With a growl he lifts you up, tossing you back against the bed. You yelp, laughing as he eyes you up. He grins down before crawling up to hover above you.

Then his mouth is on yours again, trailing away to kiss your jaw as a hand slips into your pants. You grip his wrist a second, stilling his fingers just grazing your folds.

"You sure?" You ask, suddenly feeling ashamed again. Lyle withdraws his hand and you feel cold. A sting of rejection as he draws his fingers up. You're just about to roll away when the blood tipped digits are placed in his mouth. You gape at him but he just smirks.

"Gonna take a lot more than a little blood to put me off buttercup!" he boasts. You feel your cheeks burn but Lyle just laughs before diving back down. His finger presses lazy circles against your clit as he sucks dark love bites against your neck. You moan, hips bucking against his hand, your core clenching desperate to feel him.

"Lyle..." You moan out, waves of pleasure making it harder to speak. "Please Lyle..." You whimper gripping at his bulging biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you can to ground yourself.

"Come on babe, use your words." He teased but he caught your meaning, already shifting to unbuckle his belt. Honestly you were so glad he could read you so well. You weren't sure you'd have been able to croak out how much you wanted him to fill you up right now.

Lyle hooked his fingers under your waist band, you freeze. Still worried he'll be put off but he's anything but. Fingers returning to gently tease your core. He admires the way your muscles tense, walls fluttering around nothing.

You reach your legs up, using your heals to tug him closer to you. He smirks down, running his fingers up to your clit again. He rolls the sensitive bud with his thumb, your back arching up.

"Eager are we? Don't worry, I know a cock hungry pussy when I see one." He mocks, before pressing a finger in. You groan at the sensation but you want more. Lyle gives you it, adding another finger before curling inside drawing more wanton moans from you.

"Good girl." He praises, thumb rubbing circles with his rhythm. You feel the knot tightening in your core. Your mind fogging with the familiar build up before his fingers retreat. You whine at the loss, bucking up to try and chase the friction.

Lyle holds his cock, teasing the head over your clit and at your core. He runs his hand up your chest to your breast, teasing the nipple in his fingers. Then in a quick motion he buries himself to the hilt. You cry out, the stretch far better than his hand.

He pulls almost completely out, slowly, before snapping his hips against yours. Then he's pounding against you, lewd wet noises filling the air as your walls clench around him. He hisses, hand coming up to your throat and holding your neck. The other circles your clit, bringing the climax closer again.

His rhythm stutters, his strokes becoming sloppy. Lyle's groaning above you, praises stumbling out his lips as he buries himself deeply. You feel yourself getting close, the motion on your bud never slowing even as Lyle cums inside you. He moans loud in your ear, nipping the skin.

"Come on baby, cum on my cock." He whispers in your ear, voice low and breathy. You reach your tipping point, walls fluttering around him still deep inside you. You cry out, chanting his name over and over as he rides out your orgasm.

In the breathy aftermath he kisses you lazily, cooing at your messy state.

"Round two in the shower?"

Recom!Lyle time!

He smells it the moment he awakes. In fact he thinks it might just have been the reason. In a brief moment he panics, sitting and shifting you up off your resting place on his chest. He thinks your injured but then the smell isn't right.

Lyle's a quick guy though realizing as you slowly wake what's happening. You grumble, feeling groggy but are glad he noticed before you ruined the sheets.

You swear his large hand against your abdomen is better than any hot water bottle. His hand rests there as you cuddle up in his lap to watch movies. Lyle's called you both off work today, deciding that you both deserve a break.

He doesn't leave your side, except for bringing over snacks and popcorn. He's intoxicating, you struggle to keep your hands off him on a good day. Hormones to blame you suppose as your proximity only drives your desire.

Lyle feels it too, the fresh scent of your arousal has him craving you before the first movie is at the credits. Its easy done, his fingers tipping lower on your stomach. You notice his shift, feeling him harden under your lap. You tease him, grinding your hip against him, all under the guise of just shifting your weight. Lyle stifles a groans against your neck, trying to play it cool.

A wicked idea crosses your mind. You jump off him, his hand pulled away from its journey down. He grumbles, reaching for you but you skip away.

"Out of popcorn!" You chirp, enjoying the way his eyes darken. Your in for it now, you've started the game. Still you strut your way over to the kitchen, feeling his eyes watching your swaying hips. Cat and mouse, you love when he gives chase.

You hum to yourself as the popcorn bag spins, the whirring of the microwave masking Lyle's footsteps. You lean against the counter on your elbows, ass sticking out behind you. In the glass reflection you see him approach behind you.

Lyle plasters himself against you, leaning his chest down over your arching back. His cock presses hard into the curve of your ass as he reaches past you for a bowl. You wiggle your hips against him a moment before he bucks you forward.

You squeal, his lips pressing against your neck, hands coming back to hold your hips against him.

"You know buttercup... I think I'm craving something else." You feel his fanged teeth nip your skin and groan. Lyle pulls back suddenly, you whine at the loss of heat, turning to frown up at him.

Before you can speak he's slipped your pants down and picks you up, sitting you on the counter. It cold tile hits your ass and you gasp. Lyle captures your lips, kissing you hungrily as his hands pull your shirt up.

You lift your arms, letting him tug the garment off. He takes a second to admire you before diving lower. He nips your chest, sucking a nipple in to roll between his dull teeth. You whine, your hands kneading into his shoulders.

Lyle's hands trail down as he leaves love bites littered across your chest. Gripping your hips before sliding down to your knees. Lyle tugs them apart, face pulling back to look at you. You stare back, eyes half lidded, lips puffy and flushed.

He smirks, licking his lips before he dives down. His tongue swiping a line up from core to clit. You groan, bucking forward but his hands grip your hip, stilling you as he swipes another line.

You whine out his name before he sucks at your sensitive bud. The nerves electric as your moans fill the room. Each flick of his tongue causing your core to tighten. He slides lower, tongue exploring inside whilst his nose bumps against your clit.

His squeezes the flesh of your hip as you rock against him, the friction of his nose sending delicious pleasure through you. He's lapping you up like he was starving, eager motions drawing you closer and closer to climax.

You slide a hand across his head, tugging him closer into you. His hands on your hips doing the same, muffled groans from him as he drinks you in.

You wrap his queue around your hand at its base, tugging the sensitive cord within. You feel the vibrations of his growl against you, tipping you over the edge. He is relentless, pulling you through your high and drawing out a second moments later. Your incoherent moaned sentences falling on death ears. The man's too pussy drunk to listen, desperate for a third. Your head lulling back against the cupboards, over stimulated and blissed out.

The third wave of pleasure has you seeing stars and your pulling him up from the hyper sensitive skin. Sweat shines against your skin, your breathing labored. You tug his bloody lips to yours, its going to be a long week.

#lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #avatar imagine #recoms #my fics #asks #period sex #recom lyle x reader

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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ur stucky shit is so good love u so much hope u have a great week

I had stucky bouncing around in my head today and I just need to talk about it 😩 And I hope you have a great week too!!

I really love the thought of mutual masturbation that dissolves into a threesome with Steve and Bucky. Like maybe you're all roommates? The three of you are more than aware that you all have needs and since you're attracted to each other, it almost just makes sense to get off together every now and again.

It's so much better like that anyway, getting to see those two beautiful men, stroking their own cocks while they watch you trail your fingers from your little fluttering hole to your throbbing clit.

"That feel good, angel?" Steve teases with a lazy smirk on his face, his strokes slowing down because he wants this to last. Whoever gets off first tends to get teased by the other two for having no self control and he's determined that it won't be him tonight. In all honesty, it's usually you.

"It's so good." You groan, rubbing tiny, well practiced circles over your own sensitive clit.

"It looks like it feels good. But then again, you were needy today. Bet you were thinking about this all morning. Got yourself all wet and messy before we had even started." Bucky wasn't wrong but it was hard to focus on anything he was saying with the thick droplet of precum rolling slowly down his shaft. You were desperate to taste it. Desperate to get on your knees in front of him and lap it up. But that's not a scenario you should be imagining. Not if you're trying to last.

"Some of these days you're gonna need more than just your own fingers, won't you, honey?" Steve's cock throbbed in his hand and you couldn't help but imagine the weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel to have him hitting the back of your throat.

"I'm surprised she hasn't given in already. Spent all this time showing us just how she likes to be touched. It's almost like she thinks we haven't picked up how to do it right." Bucky's eyes tear away from your glistening cunt, watching your expression carefully for any sign of discomfort at the turn this was taking.

Instead, you just looked even more blissed out and both men seemed to delight in that.

"Always wanted to taste you, doll. Not fair that you're the only one that gets to play with that pretty little pussy." Bucky was the first to move, taking your wrist gently to guide your fingers to his mouth and groaning pathetically as his hot, wet mouth engulfed them.

"You're missing out, Buck." Steve mumbled, settling between your spread legs and kissing up the inside of your bare thighs towards your soaked, neglected core. "Fuck, you're so easy to enjoy." He trailed the tip of his tongue so gently from your hole to your clit and it became difficult to focus on anything other than the two eager, insistent mouths on your skin.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stucky x reader smut #stucky x reader #I had media training today besties #I had a mock radio interview and a mock TV interview #and oh my god #I got the most insanely positive feedback #I swear I got like 3 minutes of solid praise with no points for development #they couldn't think of any #and it was like I was right back to primary school again and I was the kid who 'is a pleasure to have in class'#he said I was 'calm and strong and really reasonable' 🥺#'it was like we gave you all the questions in advance. you looked like you knew what was coming and you were completely unflappable' 🥺#and that I left no counter arguments standing #I'm just gonna ramble in the tags about this because I was really proud #probably the best thing that will happen this week tbh #I'm very proud of where I'm at rn #things just feel good?#is this what it feels like to be a sim with all their needs met?#my confidence for the last month has just been 📈

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 2 years

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I’m in need of sleepy morning head from Bucky 😩

Yeah... Me too. *clears throat* fuck... Me too....

It's your smell that drives him completely nuts. Your shampoo or shower gel or your skin – Fuck, does Bucky really care? You just smell really good. Sleeping on your stomach with a pillow tucked beneath your chest, the curve of your spine sloping down and your ass – God, that ass that just kind of pops up. His finger gently slides your hair off your shoulders and then traces down that curve, down, down to that perfect ass that he just wants to sink his teeth in. It’s your fault really, for kicking off the sheets in your sleep and being the reason the first thing Bucky sees is that goddamn ass.

The way your soft skin dents under each of his touches, how your leg is hiked up and Bucky just knows how you are wonderfully open for him right now. Sleepy and warm, it wouldn’t take much to rile you up in the morning. The morning sun casts a beautiful orange glow over your form and it would make Bucky swoon and melt and purr at the sight if he wasn’t so aware of how open you are for him now.

So he crawls off the bed and circles to the foot of the bed, his body still slow with sleep. And the sight is just as good, if not better from the foot of the bed. That leg hiked up… That ass… Oh, and your face. With those lips. Those sinful lips. But his gaze drops down again, to how spread open you are for him. Before he can stop himself, his palms glide from your ankles, up your calves, your thighs and kneading into your ass, pulling it apart slightly. Bucky licks his lips as if in answer to the sight of you. His thumbs knead into the apex of your thighs until your squirm slightly at his touch. His eyes remain fixed on your pussy, not caring for a second whether you wake up or not.

But your ass protrudes upwards a little more and Bucky has to hold back a groan at how well-trained your body is to his touches. He would be balls deep inside of you if you did that any other time, push your ass towards him like that. However, Bucky can’t stop the filthy, disgusting, yet delicious memory of his come dripping down your thighs after a good pounding that makes your eyes roll back. He squeezes your ass in answer to that thought, swallowing back the saliva that has started to gather in his mouth.

Oh, he needs you.

On his fucking tongue.

Now.

One more thick swallow and he bends forward, dragging his wet tongue from the button of your clit, through your folds and over that hole he can’t wait to fill again. A shudder rattles up your spine and you squeeze the pillow, lifting out of layer after layer of your dreams. Your head feels heavy and sleepy and you are nowhere near ready for the day to start. But by the sudden push at the bottom of your spine and the push upward on your ass, you realise you couldn’t leave the bed if you wanted to. A pair of soft lips puckering over your clit has your breath hitching and picking up instantly.

“Morning,” Bucky murmurs against your cunt, his voice barely anything but gravel. The word gets swallowed by your needy warmth, instantly slickening with hazy and heavy desire for the man perched on the bed behind you.

“Bucky,” your voice is barely a whisper and you push your ass backward for more.

A perfect set of teeth sinks into the flesh of your ass and you moan softly to encourage him. Another bite. A kiss. A long drag of his tongue over the fleshy cheek of your ass.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing another promising kiss to the base of your spine. “All you have to do this morning is come for me a couple of times. That’s all.”

You bite back the whimper threatening to come out at his words and dare a brief glimpse at him, “what?”

His mouth quickly gets back to work, kissing your slowly soaking pussy with passion and fervour, his hands peeling you open eagerly to get all of you into his greedy mouth. He isn’t sure what is in the air today or what switch has flipped inside of him, but he can say with absolute certainty that he is not close to getting enough of you. He wants to taste your arousal, then your come, then his come with yours – and over again. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Just you.

He doesn’t even care that you’re whining and moaning and writhing. He just needs more. And more. And when you beg him to stop, he wants more too. Until your throat is sore, until your body is shaking with every soft lick of his tongue, until he can see your hole pulse in request for more. Until you pass out and fall back into a deep sleep. And then he’ll keep going until you wake up again. Open you up with his flesh fingers, then his metal ones. Give you a loving massage in between until he can’t help but dive in for another orgasm.

#not my greatest work but needy bucky is just.... uhgggg #drabble #answered #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #writing

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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we own the night

i’m kind of on a tokyo ghoul kick rn soooo😩 do people even consume content for that anymore ??excuse the cringe

uta aka the king of aftercare

☆mentions of smut

bright rays of sunlight warmed your face as your eyes fluttered open to greet the day. your skin felt warm against the cool sheets giving you a great sensation. two large arms were wrapped around your waist giving you a sense of security.

This. This was one of the small moments you lived for.

you gazed upon your significant others resting face. You couldn’t help but admire how peaceful he looked in his slumber. his breath was ragged but that didn’t subtract from his beauty. those piercings glinted in light making him look almost angelic

his eyes shot open suddenly and his red pupils met yours.

“well good morning darling girl”. he muttered,pulling you closer to him if even possible “i’m surprised you’re up so early after all the shit we did last night. i would have thought you’d be passed all day”.

he wasn’t wrong. your legs were in immense pain. if you had been able to walk you would have left the bed ages ago to get breakfast started. all the places he nipped at hurt like hell as well.

“i just missed you so much i had to wake up extra early”. you giggled , laying you head on his bare chest.

he glanced at the bed side clock. “it’s 12pm”.

you shrugged off his statement. “extra early just like i said”.

uta laughed and placed his hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. it was always so good to hear him laugh- it meant he was relaxed.

“i guess we should get up and shower huh”? he asked ,cupping your face in his hands so he could see your pretty face.

you nodded. “you’ll have to carry me though..and you have to get bandaids for all these marks”.

“oh you know i will. you’re my sweet girl i’d never make you do anything on your own”.

it was safe to say you were properly in love with this man.

#AHHHH #writing fluff is so hard :(#idk how y’all do it #it’s the effort that counts though #plus i miss seeing tokyo ghoul stuff on my dash #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul fluff #uta x reader #uta tokyo ghoul #my emo baby #anime x reader #anime fluff #anime writing #drabble #blurb #fluffy blurb #fluffy drabble #esha writes

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lipglossanon · 1 month

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First of all, the latest real dad!Leon fic was so good!!! I loved it so much 😍 (especially since most of my asks have been about real dad or brother Leon lol)

Anyways, I’ve been thinking a LOT about subby stepbro (or maybe even subby real little brother 👀) Leon and… hoo boy.

Cuddling with him in bed, he’s just so soft and sleepy, and he groggily asks if he can slip his head under your shirt and lay against your bare breasts. And you agree, watching him give you a sleepy smile and disappear under your shirt only to feel his face press contentedly against your chest. Maybe you stay like that for awhile, just stroking his back soothingly back and forth. And then he can’t help himself from pressing soft, sleepy kisses to your skin, asking so sweetly if he can suck on your tits. And you just can’t resist your pretty boy asking in his sleepy voice so politely, calling you mommy and everything. So you let him, taking off your shirt so you can see him as he suckles.

Initially, it’s a comfort thing, no sexual intent whatsoever. Leon just wants to suck on your nipples until he falls asleep, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair and gently scratching his scalp. But even though he’s half-asleep and so cozy, he can’t help but get hard. So of course, being the best mommy (and big sister), you ask him if he wants mommy’s help because of course, your pretty baby can’t sleep soundly if he’s all needy, dick throbbing in his sleep pants.

You coo soft praises at him as you slowly and gently stroke his cock, Leon still contentedly sucking one of your nipples, letting out little muffled whimpers and moans against your breast. And then he releases your nipple with a soft, wet pop, one of his hands hovering by his own nipple as he sleepily asks if he can touch himself, too. And of course you allow it, and Leon goes back to suckling on your tits as he plays with his own nipples, hips bucking slightly as you continue to lovingly jerk him off.

His noises are so so pretty, especially when you continue to praise him, telling him how good he is, how perfect he is for mommy, and he can’t help but cum soon after. You guide him through his orgasm, making his blissful peak last as long as possible, peppering his hair and face with soft kisses. And after a bit of cleanup, you both settle back under the covers, Leon mumbling his thank you’s and nuzzling against your still exposed tits as you both fall asleep cuddled up and content, even though you didn’t even cum because this was about taking care of your sweet little brother.

Of course, being the good boy (and good little brother) he is, he makes sure to make you cum multiple times the next morning on his tongue to truly show you how much last night meant to him, how much he appreciated you taking care of him.

Just soft, subby Leon man. Something about it just rots my silly brain. Sorry this is so long, I just had to get this out of my system because it’s been rattling around in my head for awhile 😭

- 🔇

🔇 anon, hi (again 🤭)!!! 👋

Thank you so much!! 💜 💜 I really need to get around to writing a real bro Leon for ya 😉

AHSKGL I love mommy kink with subby (step/real/whichever) bro Leon so much 😩 and he would be so obsessed with your tits 🤤 🤭

😩 I loved every bit of this!! 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 he’s just so soft and sleepy, maybe even sneaks into your room cause it helps him sleep better and then he’s pawing at your chest and asking you so sweetly if he can suck your nipples (“can’t sleep, need’em in m’mouth, mommy” 🥴) giving him the slowest handjob and he’s just nuzzling further into your breasts, sighing and moaning as you jerk him off 🥴

🔇 anon, I love your big beautiful brain. Please keep sending me asks 🤭 💜

#ask box #🔇 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #subby stepbro!leon #subby real bro!leon

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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Laughter Like Music Pt. 1

Summary: Y/N wants someone to believe her, and is very grateful when she meets a green-eyed hunter who does.

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Sex in semi-public place, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, slightly rough sex, dirty-talking!dean, slight Dom!dean, slight Sir kink.

Word Count: 3,346

A/N: So, earlier today I asked for some prompts or bingos or something that could kickstart my lazy muse. And I got some great help from @fandomohana and @peyton-warren, which I so appreciate. I have every intention of using those prompts to make some fun, smutty fluffy fics!

But as I was perusing those amazing prompts I remembered that quite a while ago, the lovely @eevvvaa sent me an ask with some fantastic prompts that I loved and had big plans for, but then never followed through with! 😩

So, I figured I would work on those prompts first. She sent me three batches of three prompts each (each batch has one fluffy, one angsty, and one smutty prompt) which were meant to be used together. So, I'm going to work all nine of the prompts (3 prompts for each part) into a little three part mini-series. This is part one, and it's ended up much smuttier than I'd originally planned. 😄 The next two installments should be a slightly better balance between the smut, fluff and angst. Lol!

The 3 prompts from her ask will be highlighted.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

“Jesus Christ!” Y/N angrily gesticulated at the cop across the counter from her. “Can’t you listen for one second? I am telling you that a man was ripped apart right in front of me, and you just refuse to listen.”

The gray-haired cop held on to the same unimpressed expression he’d worn from the moment she’d walked up to the counter and interrupted him on his computer.

“Ma’am, I have listened, and I understand what you think you saw, but I’ll tell you again that no missing persons report has been filed, and -”

Y/N cut him off. “He was a homeless man, it’s highly unlikely anyone is going to report him missing!”

“And,” the cop continued, talking over the end of her sentence, “and, what you’re describing is impossible. Now, you said you saw him very early this morning, is it possible you were just distracted, or overly tired?”

Y/N gritted her teeth and tried one more time to be heard. “It was almost seven o’clock in the morning, so no it wasn’t that early, and I was not over-tired. I’m not a fucking toddler. I saw what I saw. The man was sitting in the alley as I was passing by, and in a blink, there was someone ON him, ripping him apart with their bare hands. The man started screaming and by the time I pulled my phone out to call 911, they were both gone. I did not imagine it, I did not dream it. It happened in the alleyway between Walbash and St. Mary St. Can’t you at least send some cops down that way to look?”

The cop, Jenkins, his name tag said, finally let go of his uncaring expression and smiled placatingly at her, which was a thousand times worse, and made her want to punch him in the face. “Okay, ma’am. I’ll put in a request for a black and white to go past and take a look when they have a minute, alright?”

She just angrily shook her head and threw her hands up, frustrated beyond belief. She turned to walk out of the station, and ended up walking into a wall of male.

She let out a little cry of surprise and alarm, and would have fallen flat on her ass if two strong hands hadn’t reached out to grab her arms and keep her upright. She straightened up as he let go and tilted her head far back to properly see the two towering guys in front of her. They were both very tall and broad, and Y/N took a step back from them so she could stop breaking her neck to see them.

They were both in cheap blue suits, and the short haired guy flashed a badge at her quickly that said FBI.

“Ma’am, can I ask you to come with us, we’ve got a few questions for you.” His voice was deep and commanding and she couldn’t help noticing that he was also drop dead gorgeous. They both looked more like they belonged on a movie screen somewhere than in this dingy, police station in the middle of Nebraska.

But the one who’d flashed his badge had sucked her breath away immediately in a way that made her desperate to yank on his navy blue tie and pull him down to her level so she could taste those full, succulent lips. She was in the process of imagining his mouth moving over hers, and feeling the hands that had grabbed hold of her so tightly, pressed into her skin, or holding her in place while he -

“Ma’am.” The other agent was trying to get her attention and she finally broke away from that intoxicating green gaze to look at his partner.

“Huh?” She said stupidly.

The long-haired agent smiled. “We’d like to talk with you about the statement you just made to this officer.”

The frustration of the situation seeped back into her mind and she frowned deeply. “Aw, come on, look, I’m not crazy okay. I know what I saw, so if you’re just going to tell me again that I was imagining things, then…” She waved her hands to show that she was through with this crap, and moved to walk around them.

But as she tried to pass by the FBI Adonis, he reached out and once again grabbed hold of her. She looked up at him angrily, about to protest this civil rights violation of holding her against her will, when he spoke.

“I believe you.”

His voice was much softer now, as though he only wanted her to hear him. She scoffed slightly, not sure she believed HIM.

“How could you?” She asked, her voice equally soft. “It’s a ridiculous story, how could you believe me?”

He turned to face her completely and his unblinking stare made her heart start pumping double time. “Because,” he answered simply, “there have been two other homeless people attacked and killed, and because we’re pretty sure we know what’s doing it. Til now though, we haven’t had a witness. So,” he let go of her arm, “we have just a few questions for you.”

***

Twelve hours later, Y/N’s whole world had been turned upside down, and yet, she was grateful. From the moment she’d seen that creature, a werewolf apparently, rip apart a grown man like tissue paper, everything had been spinning. Ironically, it was the Winchesters' explanation that monsters were real that made her feel better. She wasn’t insane, she wasn’t delusional, they listened to her, they believed her and they got rid of the monster.

Now they were all sitting at a booth at the local dive bar called, “Suds”, and sharing a couple pitchers of beer and laughter. It was strange how quickly she’d felt safe with them, as though she’d known them for years, as though they’d always been friends.

Sam was intelligent, sweet, and entirely charming, with a smile that would light up a room - though it didn’t pop out as often as she would have liked. Dean was brash and sarcastic, a bit rough around the edges, but the absolute man of her dreams.

She couldn’t look at him without nearly panting. Everything he did seemed calculated to turn her on, from the way he gulped down his beer to the flirty smiles he was throwing her as she sat beside him in the booth, trying not to inhale too deeply and get completely taken out by his intoxicating scent. He smelled like warmth and sunshine, even in this grubby bar, and it was something she desperately wanted to get closer to.

He was also very funny. He had a sharp, sarcastic, slightly morbid sense of humor that made her laugh even when they’d been in a very dangerous situation earlier in the day. That was some kind of gift.

He was keeping her laughing and giggling now, as Sam left to get another round, by making up scenarios for different couples around the bar. He was hilariously spot on as he predicted their next moves.

Y/N put her hand on his arm. “Stop, you’re too good at this, just how much time do you spend in bars? You’ve got all their moves down pat!”

Dean grinned at her. “More time than is good for me, I can promise you that.”

She laughed again and Dean leaned an inch closer to her. “Man, you have the most gorgeous smile and laugh. Sounds like music.”

His voice was rough and warm and Y/N shivered slightly. “Cold sweetheart?” He asked. “I could warm you up.”

As Y/N felt her core muscles clench at the invitation, a pitcher landed on the table in front of them, and she looked up to see Sam smiling a little sheepishly.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” He said with a slight eye roll.

Y/N felt bad and said that he should stay, but Dean just smiled at his brother and slapped him on the back, tossing him the keys to his car. “Thanks, Sammy. Drive safe, I’ll take a cab home.”

Sam reached his towering body over the table and gave Y/N a hug where she was still sitting. “Take care, Y/N, it was really great to meet you.”

She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “You too, Sam, and thank you so much.”

He nodded, and pointed a finger at his brother. “Be good.” He said simply before turning and leaving. Dean slid back into the booth beside her despite the fact that the other side was now available.

Y/N wasn’t about to complain, as he crowded closer to her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear causing more shivers.

“Sam says to be good. But you sure make me wanna do bad things with you.” He slid his arm around her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin just under the hem of her t-shirt and doodling patterns there. “What do you think, Y/N? Wanna do bad things with me?”

All Y/N could manage was a quick nod and a kind of affirmative humming sound. Words were beyond her as Dean nuzzled his nose behind her ear.

“You’re all I’ve been thinking about all day, you know that?” He asked, as he moved his other hand under the table and over her stocking-covered thighs. “Do you?”

Y/N shook her head and then turned her face into his shoulder to stifle a moan as his long fingers swept up under her skirt to pass fleetingly over her drenched panties.

“Were you thinking about me, sweetheart? Hm?” He ran his middle finger along her seam, pressing against her clit and making her yelp with pleasure. His mouth was back at her ear and his delicious voice just kept pouring electrifyingly filthy words into her head as he touched her under the table.

“Were you hoping I’d get my hands on you like this? Anxious to feel my mouth against your skin? I was; I’ve been desperate to taste you, touch you, to make you feel so good.”

He ripped a small hole in her sheer stockings and pushed her panties aside to sweep two thick fingers through her slick. With a quiet growl that drowned out her gasp, he dipped his tongue into her ear before putting his lips to it. “Fuck, baby, this is all for me? I wanna taste you so bad. Do you want to feel me inside you? Say yes, baby, cause all I can think of is sinking into that slick, hot cunt and fucking you hard enough to leave you feeling me for days.”

As he twirled his forefinger around her clit, Y/N let out a deep moan that was mercifully drowned out by the guitars and drums of the rock song playing over the soundsystem.

“What do you say, Y/N? Wanna be really bad and meet me in the bathroom in a minute?”

Y/N was a shaking mess, but she nodded and then whimpered as he took away his fingers. As he started to leave, she pulled him back by his shirt lapels, and kissed him, sucking on his plump bottom lip as she’d been fantasizing about for the last twelve hours.

Dean quickly took over the kiss though, and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting all of her and leaving her thoroughly ravaged as he stood to go. He pointed a finger at her. “One minute, no more.” He ordered.

Y/N smiled, and though she’d barely had two full glasses of beer, she felt drunk as she bit into her bottom lip. “Hell yeah. I mean,” she purred up at him, “Yes, sir.”

She felt an electric buzz across her skin as his eyes got darker, pupils blown with lust. He turned on his heel quickly and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After he’d gone, Y/N tried to count Mississippi's to measure out a minute, but she lost track as her skin burned for Dean’s touch and her pussy dripped. Finally, somewhere around forty seconds, she gave up and rushed towards the bathrooms.

She looked around the deserted back area where the bathrooms were located before she pushed gently on the swinging door that led into the men’s room. When the door was barely open a foot, Dean’s hand shot out from behind the door and yanked her forward. He pinned her quickly against the wall, pushing his knee between her legs.

She gasped and panted slightly as she shook her head. “How did you even know it was me? I could have turned out to be a big guy named Bubba!”

Dean smiled and licked his lips as he rubbed his thumb across her mouth. “Well, if you were Bubba, then Bubba has some pretty small, delicate hands.” He said, grabbing up both of hers in his and raising them above her head, pressing them against the cold, ugly tile that adorned the whole bathroom from floor to ceiling.

Y/N laughed at that and reached forward to get to Dean’s mouth, but he pulled back slightly and with her hands pinned the way they were, she couldn’t reach him. She pouted, but he smiled, slow and sexy.

“Call me that again.”

Y/N knew exactly what he was asking for, but decided if he was going to hold his kisses ransom, then she would just play dumb and tease him back.

She blinked up at him innocently. “Call you what?’

Dean’s eyes flared with so much heat she felt scorched by it, but she was enjoying the anticipation and the game too much to give in too quickly.

Obviously deciding that two could play at this game, Dean manhandled her into one of the wider stalls and locked the door before pushing her against it, crowding her back tightly with his bulk, and pinning her hands at her side.

“Say it.”

Y/N grinned and bit at her bottom lip, her blood throbbing through her veins at the demanding look in Dean’s eyes. “Say what?”

Dean let go of one wrist so he could push up under her skirt and shred her pantyhose completely. The sound of the ripping fabric was like an aphrodisiac and Y/N was soon shaking with need as he pushed her panties aside and began circling his thumb on her clit. She pushed down against his hand and he pulled it away from her.

He answered her cry of frustration with a dirty chuckle. “What’s wrong, baby? What do you want?”

“Dean!” Y/N cried, reaching for him with her free hand, trying to unbuckle his belt, but he quickly slammed her wrist back against the door and held her there with an unyielding grip.

“Tell me what you want. Beg for it, beautiful. You’re so gorgeous like this, all hot and needy. So, tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

Giving up the game completely, Y/N strained her neck forward again, reaching for his mouth. “I need you to fuck me.” She cried out hoarsely. “Fuck me, Sir, please.”

Dean immediately spun her around, slamming her against the door while he lifted her skirt and then pulled her hips out towards him. She heard his belt buckle jingling and his zipper open just before he rammed into her, making her scratch at the metal door, desperate to grab on to something. But all she could do was flatten her hands there and press her burning cheek against the cool surface.

Dean pulled out and slammed into her again, pressing so deep and hard that Y/N had to shove her fist into her mouth to stop from screaming. Over and over, he crashed the head of his cock against her cervix, before pulling out, and running it gently over her sweet spot with every pass, tightening the coil in her belly until she finally came apart, her muscles squeezing around his thick shaft as it continued to ram into her clenching pussy.

Dean pulled out and she felt her slick dribbling down her thighs as he turned her gently to face him and then lifted her like she weighed nothing. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and guided her back onto his rock hard, velvety smooth length. She dropped her head back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and both arms around his neck.

He used his free hand to push up her t-shirt and bra, grasping and squeezing her breast with his thick and powerful fingers, before lowering his head to nip and lick at her nipple.

The pressure in her abdomen began again as he raised and lowered her slowly on his cock. It had been rough and hard, but now it was silky and slow, and Y/N wanted to cry with how perfect he was. He was sucking bruises into the skin on her neck when his thrusts began to falter slightly, telling her he was close.

She pulled his head up to hers and kissed him deeply, then panted lightly into his mouth as he reached his hand down to rub her clit, pressing perfectly on the hard little button and making her thump her head back against the door.

Dean wrapped his hand easily around the back of her neck and pulled her head forward again, pulling her gaze to his. “Look at me, Y/N. I wanna see the look in your eyes when you fall apart this time, wanna watch the pleasure explode across your beautiful face as you come.”

With two more twirls of his finger against her, he got his wish and Y/N couldn’t stop the loud cry of pleasure that erupted from her as she climaxed. She closed her eyes briefly when she came, but opened them again quickly, however, as Dean’s thrusts became sloppy and frantic.

She clung to his shoulders and did her best to slide up and down on him, watching his face as the muscles stuttered there and he moved his hand from between their bodies to smash against the door and brace himself, as he slammed into her tight, slick body. With a guttural yell that she was sure had to echo out over even the loudest music and into the bar, she felt him pulse deep inside her, coating her walls with his thick warmth.

He stood still for a moment, both of them panting out their exertion. Suddenly the door flew open and Y/N yelped as a voice called into the bathroom from just outside the swinging door.

“Look if you guys are done, you gotta pull your pants up and get on your way!” The gruff, annoyed voice yelled to them. “People gotta get in here to use the bathroom, and they don’t need a peep show.”

They heard the swinging door close behind him and were silent for a minute more before they both burst into laughter. In the midst of their chuckling and humor, Dean pulled out of Y/N’s body, and helped her set her clothing right before putting his spent cock back into his pants and zipping up.

As he tried to buckle his belt, Y/N pushed his hands aside to take over the task. She smiled up at him coyly, slightly shy to ask what she wanted to.

“So, I know you and Sam have to take off tomorrow, but do you have plans for the rest of the night? Maybe we could swing by my place, and try this again, minus the bar patrons and on a really nice king sized bed?”

As she slid the leather end of his belt into the loop, he leaned down to kiss her softly, all his brute strength and raw passion seemingly tamped down for the moment as he slid his long fingers into her hair and kissed the tip of her nose before sipping at her lips once more.

“Hell yeah.” He said, echoing her earlier agreement. “I mean, yes, Ma’am.”

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