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christhopersturniolo · 2 months

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୨ LATE NIGHT ୧

summary: through the night, chris finds out y/n is a sleepwalker.

warnings: cussing, fluff

notes: english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake!

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CHRIS’S POV

After taking a late night hot shower, getting my pajama pants on, I walk back into my room. Seeing my girlfriend on the bed, almost asleep, what I wasn’t expecting, cause she wasn’t home when I went to shower, she probably just got out of her work.

“Hey cutie, I didn’t knew you were already here” I crawl into bed, laying next to her, making me be the big spoon. I wrap my arms around her waist, I snuggle closer, and I kiss her cheek.

“Hey..” She answers sleepy, with her eyes half opened. I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck.

"Long day?" I ask, usually she is full of energy at anytime, even by the time she gets home.

"Yeah" she replies with a tired sigh, her voice filled with exhaustion.

Feeling her tiredness into the air, I can't help but want to make her feel better. I hate seeing her like this. I whisper softly, "Well, lucky you, I'm here to make everything better." I plant a ton of soft kisses on her jawline, small giggles lefts from her lips. Despite the long day she had, her laughter fills the room with warmth and joy, like It always does.

She turns around, facing me, looking into my eyes with love, leaning her head against my chest and putting her leg over mine, making us get even closer.

We completely fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, I randomly start waking up, only to find Y/n's side of the bed empty. I look at the clock on the bedside, exactly 2:30.

I rub my eyes confused and I look around, maybe she went to the kitchen? Or maybe to the bathroom?

I slowly sit on the edge of the bed and start getting up, going downstairs to the kitchen. As I get in the kitchen, I notice Y/n, standing there and looking inside the fridge.

“Hey babe.. Are you looking for food?” I say with a quiet voice, she doesn’t answer, she’s not even moving. I get closer to her “Y/n?” I take a look at her face, her eyes are fully closed, what the fuck?

My heart quickens with concern as I realize Y/n is sleepwalking. “Princess.. Lets go back to bed, alright?” With a sigh, I realize I'll need to be patient and gentle to guide her back to bed.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I carefully lead her away from the fridge and towards the stairs.

“I need to take the train before it leaves..” She mumbles, making me laugh. “Yeah.. Yeah.. You can take the train once you get in bed..” I whisper. As we make our way back to our bedroom, Y/n's sleepwalking murmurs continue.

“Where is Chris?”

“I’m right here love.. Right here..” We finally get into our room, I close the door behind us.

“I wanna date Chris..” I gently lay her in bed, under the covers, and I lay next to her. She snuggles up to me, I hold her closely.

“Oh do you want to?” I giggle.

“Chris took me on a date.. Did he took you too?” I kiss her forehead. “Damn I wish he took me on a date” I play along with her sleepiness.

“And how was that date?” I say trying my best not to laugh.

"We went to.. Jupiter and.. We danced with unicorns.." She whispers. I automatically start laughing the most, but not enough to wake her up.

“Alright cupcake.. Let’s sleep..” I slowly start closing my eyes, surprisingly, she doesn’t say any other word.

By the morning, I wake up with her on top of me, giving me soft pecks on my lips, cupping my cheeks with her smooth hands. Automatically making me smile. I wrap one of my arms around her neck, pulling her closer and making us switch positions, getting me on top, never breaking the kiss. “Good morning..” I say now kissing her cheek.

“Good morning” She smiles.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" I chuckle, I know she doesn’t remember anything.

Y/n blinks a few times, her expression confused. "Last night?" she repeats to make sure.

"Last night" I confirm, nodding "You had a little sleepwalking adventure to the kitchen" I yawn.

Her eyes widen in surprise. "No I did not. Oh gosh, that's embarrassing" She affirms, hiding her face in her hands. Chucking slightly.

I can't help but laugh at her reaction. “And you said how you wanted to date me” I tease, only making her more embarrassed.

“I mean It’s not a lie tho” She takes her hands out of her face, smiling. “I do love dating you”

"I love dating you too" I reply, leaning in to press a light kiss to her lips. "Even if our dates involve dancing with unicorns on Jupiter."

“Oh my fucking good..” We laugh.

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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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Bouncin’ (Shanks x F!Reader Drabble)

Pairing: Shanks x F!Reader

Category: Smut (18+)

Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (Wrap Before You Tap!), Cowgirl, Slight Squirting, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Belly Bulge, Pet Names (Baby, Sugar, Mama)

Summary: You ride Shanks. That’s the “plot”.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

A sharp cry fell from your lips as you felt Shank’s fat cockhead kiss your swollen cervix. The red-haired man released a guttural groan, his half-lidded eyes glued to the way you sank down on his thick, veiny cock.

“That’s it-keep movin’ your hips like that, sugar,” he husked, his rough hand smoothing over the plush of your hip.

“S-So much, Shanks-it’s too much!” you squealed as your gummy walls fluttered around his shaft. Your head tilted back as you stretched yourself open on his member, your slick dribbling down his shaft and coating his plump balls. Shanks cooed as he slid his hand over your stomach, feeling the slight indent that poked out each time you slid your hips down.

“I know, baby. Just a little longer, promise,” he slurred, his pupils blown wide as he caressed your belly. You gasped and dug your nails into his chiseled stomach when he pressed his calloused thumb against your swollen clit. Shanks gave a lazy smile as he drew slow, sloppy circles around your sensitive bud.

“Y’look so pretty like this, mama-stuffin your cute pussy full of my cock,” he said lowly. Tears poured down your warm cheeks as he sped up his wet strokes against your bundle of nerves, the muscles in your lower stomach growing tighter by the second.

“Shanks,” you hiccuped as your flesh slapped against his, your wetness starting to leak onto his taut thighs. You gasped and craned your neck as you felt him flick your nub, your head spinning with delight as pleasure coursed through every vein in your trembling body.

“Oh fuck baby,” he groaned as you slammed your hips down for the last time. You cried his name as your legs shook over his waist, your pussy greedily sucking him closer to your womb as your walls pulsed around his twitching member. Your vision was shrouded with stars as your mind drowned in an overwhelming bliss.

You panted as your lower muscles throbbed with a final contraction, sending a sweet pleasure that rippled through your core. Your eyes widened when you saw the wet patch slathered against his stomach.

“Oh my God,” you breathed. Shanks chuckled before suddenly bucking his hips up. You yelped and fell forward, your hands bracing against his shoulders as you dipped your face into his neck. Shanks growled as he grabbed one of your asscheeks and squeeze it roughly. You sobbed as your pussy gushed around his shaft as he thrusted with fast, desperate strokes.

“Gonna fill you up nice and good, make you so full of me you’ll be leakin’ for days,” he puffed. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as your breasts rubbed against his rugged chest.

“Daddy,” you whined. Shank’s breath hitched before he snapped his hips forward. You moaned as you felt him fill you with hot, sticky ropes of his cum. Shanks kept his hand glued to the globe of your bum as his cock throbbed incessantly against your slick walls. You blinked your eyes open as he spilled the last of his spend inside your cunt. Shank’s breath stuttered as he patted your hip.

“Such a good girl,” he purred into your ear before kissing your cheek. You flushed and hid your face deeper into the crook of his neck. Shanks chuckled as he kept your pussy plugged with his softening cock. “Wanna get cleaned up?” your lover asked. You shook your head.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” you asked. Shanks beamed, a new sparkle in his eye as he nodded.

“Sure thing, sugar,” he grinned. You sighed as he rubbed your hip, the warmth of your bodies soothing you into a heavy tiredness. You eventually let your eyelids fall before you drifted off to sleep. Shanks wasn’t far behind you, his soft snores filling the room as he kept his arm wrapped over your lower back.

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seikkoi · 7 months

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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 | dom!wanda maximoff x f!reader

18+ minors dni | dark-ish content warning

content/warnings: explicit sexual content, female domination themes, spanking, overstimulation, choking if you squint,

genre: pure smut, minimal braincells

word count: 1,554

Your typically patient wife has had enough of your attitude.

Your eyes squeezed shut, body tensing as Wanda’s palm meets your skin again. You’re draped over her lap, nails digging into the soft suit pants at her thighs when another strike meets your ass. With every delicious sting, her other hand alternates between stroking your clothed back or fondling your hair. You writhe at the pain, legs restricted by your pants pulled down to your ankles. Normally, Wanda had the patience to undress you fully before punishing you. Normally, she would have stopped five minutes ago. But then again, you normally acted like less of a brat.

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It was late when Wanda returned home, much later than usual. The busyness of the day affairs kept her from giving you a heads-up. You had a good two hours to build up your attitude about her tardiness. The ticking hands of the clock served as taunting background music while you watched dinner grow cold.

You couldn’t fathom a reason she at least didn’t call to tell you, angrily putting away dinner and showering. The front door knob turned just as you re-entered the living room. Wanda, your ever-beautiful wife, wore tiredness in her face, but still greeted you with a smile. Seeing the dark, curve-hugging suit she wore to work made it difficult to be upset anymore, but not impossible. Before she could explain anything, you were on her case. Endless rhetoric about the importance of punctuality and communication spouted from your mouth. You gave no credence to the perfectly reasonable explanation she gave- only responding with more attitude.

Wanda merely stood, unable to get much of a word in. You, too deep into your rant, don’t notice when she goes silent, removing her suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of her crisp white button-up. You didn’t notice the sly grin tugging at her mouth, or when she took slow, heavy steps towards you.

“You done, darling?” she cooed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The house was dim, with enough light for you to see the familiar glint in her green eyes. There was a firmness to her touch, fingertips dragging against your cheek. Only then did you realize how unfair you were being, and how much you just fucked up.

“I just-You didn’t call, you always call.” Your body relaxed at her touch, anticipation swirling in your stomach. You'd been with Wanda long enough to know what your behavior would earn you.

“And I apologized for that, my love.” Her palm wraps around your hair, tugging your head back to look at her. “But you were too busy mouthing off to hear it.”

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That’s how you earned your current position, a whimpering, soaked, half-dressed mess in Wanda’s lap. You had eagerly submitted to this punishment, albeit still stubbornly. You hadn’t held back a snippy remark when Wanda sat and gestured to her lap, which was probably why your punishment was much, much longer than usual.

You are lucky though, because the sight of you like this, suddenly very apologetic and needy, starts to drive Wanda insane, filling her head with more ideas.

“On the bed.” It’s a short and breathy command that you follow all too quickly, pulling your pants off completely before lying on the cool sheets. Wanda kneels next to you, staring down at your flushed body like a meal waiting to be devoured.

A moment passes as you shift your weight off your tender skin and meet Wanda’s eyes, praying that she’d forgiven your earlier behavior.

Almost like she’s read your mind, Wanda’s crooked smile returns as her hand dances behind your underwear.

“You can be such a good girl, but only when you want to be, hm?” Her other hand strokes your thigh, fingers sliding along your folds in the same slow place as her taunt.

Your body was far too worked up and sensitive for her teasing, groaning from the lack of attention she knew you needed. You tried to move your sore hips, anything to increase her speed, but a firm push on your thigh stopped that.

“You’re being a little harsh here,” you whined, still trying to gain even an inch of friction.

“You think you deserve any better right now?” Wanda prevented you from responding with more protest by quickly inserting the teasing digit into you, making you arch against the mattress.

Her goal now seemed to be just shutting you up, adding a second digit and relentlessly fucking you. It borders on being too much too quickly. You can feel the warmth spreading across your skin as Wanda presses a thumb to your clit. You were now an even bigger mess than before, moaning and jerking against her. Wanda still kept you in place, replacing the hand at your thigh with her knee on your hip. With the way your body still reacts, trying to move against her, you’re certain you'll have a fresh set of bruises there now.

Wanda soaks in every twitch however, drunk on your moans. When your mouth hangs in an open gasp, eyes fluttering, she gives you no reprise, curving the slender digits inside you.

“Shit, Wanda, that’s too much-”, your own sounds of pleasure cut you off, feeling your peak rip through you with little warning. The dampness of the sheets reaches your thighs as you swear and cry out Wanda’s name.

You learned that you were still paying for your outburst, with Wanda’s pace going unchanged. The pleasure transitioned from bliss to overwhelming as she fucked you through your orgasm and long after. The knee holding you down could barely be felt, mind too absorbed in the feeling between your legs.

You feel like a puddle of water beneath her. Your excitement coated her fingers, making every thrust into you glide with ease. You can hardly process the digits against your walls, crying out each time she reaches your hilt or adds more pressure to your clit. When you feel your second orgasm building, the overstimulating pleasure pricks fresh tears from your tightly shut eyes.

“W-wanda, please, I can’t.” you cry, gripping aimlessly at the damp sheets beneath you.

You try a bit harder to sit up, moving your hips away from hold. Wanda isn’t having it, though- her free hand makes its way to your throat, pushing you back down. The smile on her face is infectious, gleaming at your pleas.

“So polite all of a sudden, tsk,” Wanda scoffs, stretching you further with a third finger. You groan at the sensation, eyes rolling when she finds her pace again.

“I’ll make sure you don’t forget your manners next time, draga.”

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kairoot · 3 months

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hiii. you said you wanted to write something for hoon and idk if it’s because i’m on my period but all i can think about rn is him coming back from tour and he’s so excited because he gets to see his gf!! and she surprises him by picking him up at the airport and he’s all soft and clingy and the members tease him but he doesn’t care bcuz the lohl is right there???

. ﹙★﹚ALWAYS FOREVER. | 성훈

PAIRING : sunghoon x f.reader ➖ GENRE : fluff, est. relationship ➖ REQUESTED : by the lovely @enha-stars ➖ WARNINGS : lowercase intended, pet names, kissing ➖ WC : 866.

SECTION SONG: always forever by cults

.˚ *꒰ঌ ✦ ໒꒱ * ˚. —

departing from each other was never easy for y/n and sunghoon, especially when he was gone for months at a time. she loved that he was passionate about his job, it just seemed as if her boyfriend was taken from her constantly.

every time he left, they promised that they’d see each other again and that they’d still remain as one, never leaving each other permanently. which was why y/n held a seat in the nearest airport, waiting for her love.

she glanced around constantly, not wanting to miss the moment sunghoon walked through those doors. her gaze switched from her surroundings to her phone, checking if sunghoon had messaged her back.

nothing.

he wasn’t aware of y/n’s plans of surprising him after months of being apart. but of course, they’d messaged each other only hours before, expressing excitement of sunghoon’s returning and checking on one another.

the airport was roaring with noise, the usual bustling and folks wandering around seemed louder than normal today.

maybe it seemed that way because of the nerves y/n felt. she’s wasn’t nervous per say, more so anxious.

the only contact between her and sunghoon for the last months had only been virtual. she’d almost forgotten what his touch felt like.

the intercom switched on, a voice booming through the speaker but y/n couldn’t decipher what they were saying. she was back to glancing around like a madwoman.

she took one last look to the right but when she looked to the left again, the doors were opening. in walked men wearing black paired with masks of the same color.

guards, she thought.

she scrambled to stand up, trying to get to the entrance as quickly as her feet would take her.

y/n shoved through people, hurriedly spitting out ‘excuse me’s’ to everyone she bumped into.

eventually she got through the herd of people, now standing in the middle of the airport, trying to catch a glimpse of those same brown layers she loved.

a few familiar faces walked in but then there was her favorite. his face was still as his eyes dropped with exhaustion. her heart ached but longed for him all at once.

his gaze remained low, looking up every once in a while. she bounced on her feet, hoping he would notice her soon.

the guards and members got closer to where y/n stood, where there was more people. this made sunghoon look up now, not wanting to bump into anyone.

he scanned the building and all the people in it.

and then his gaze landed on her.

the tiredness seemed to fade as his eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

he didn’t run, not wanting to any attention to himself. he pushed passed the guards slightly, causing them to give him confused looks.

y/n’s smile widened at his eagerness, her arms open to embrace him. she began to walk, wanting to meet him halfway.

he quickened his steps, not wanting to wait to be held by her any longer. sunghoon dropped his bags behind him, meeting her in the middle of the airport.

his arms hurriedly pulled her in, embracing her tightly. her scent nearly suffocated him as he rested his face in the crook of her neck but he didn’t care.

he sighed as y/n’s hand ran up and down his back, arms tightening around him.

they rocked side to side, smiling like two lovesick teenagers.

sunghoon pulled his head up from her neck, his hand coming to rest at the back of it instead. his gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips before he closed the gap between them.

he normally wasn’t the type of guy to do the whole pda thing but in that moment, he didn’t care. to him, he and y/n were the only ones in the world. the only ones in the airport.

their lips copied each other’s actions, moving in sync. sunghoon whined in the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing. he’d longed for this moment and now that it was finally happening, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“you two make me more nauseous than the airplane’s food.” one of sunghoon’s members, sunoo had commented.

the lovebirds pulled away from each other, smiling. sunghoon hugged his girlfriend once more, never wanting to let her go again.

“go grab your bags, babe.” she whispered to him, giggling. he made a noise out of stubbornness but eventually went to pick his bags up off the floor.

he made his way back to y/n, quickly taking his place by her side once more.

she had him glued at the hip and he wasn’t even complaining. he’d confess that he was indeed a simp for her.

if he wasn’t carrying his bags he’d be clinging to her. but instead, he switched his bag to the other hand, his empty one being refilled by the hand of his partner.

“look at sunghoon hyung,” riki teased. “wrapped around y/n’s finger.”

“and?” sunghoon replied, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy.

y/n smiled up at him once his gaze fell back onto her. he grinned, planting a quick kiss on her nose.

“you could have me in your pocket and i wouldn’t mind.” he mumbled so she was the only one to hear.

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milan’s note: i hope you liked this! i wasnt able to put a lot into it but 🥲

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satoru-psych · 5 months

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Breakfast in Bed - Satosugu X reader (18+)

| Pairing: Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru / Fem!Reader (afab) / F/M/M

| Tags/content: Smut, Oral sex (f!receiving), Cunnilingus, Ass licking, Spit play, Spit swapping, FWB, Porn without plot.

| Summary: Gojo & Geto have breakfast in bed. Surprise surprise, you’re the breakfast <3.

| Word count: 2.1K

Part 2 (Coming soon).

AO3 link.

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Warmth floods your senses from the pairs of arms all but suffocating you as you blink away yesterday's tiredness, you stir a little, giving a futile attempt to escape the strong grasps on your waist. Your raven haired lovers’ arm, brushing up along your waist where it just was in a protective hold, as he turns to face the wall, curling in on himself and leaving you interlocked with your white haired sweetheart.

He snuggles up to you like a large bear, his fluffy strands tickling the crook of your neck where his head lays, and his hands instinctively find their place on your lower back, tugging you closer to his body almost possessively, and your cheeks flush at the subconscious show of affection.

You missed him. You missed them.

You couldn’t refuse their offer to share their bed after a tiring day at work, and although the offer was suggestive in nature and you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in the endless waves of pleasure they always give you, your body had other plans, since you passed out approximately 5 seconds into laying your head on one of their silk pillows. You couldn’t help it, their bed is ridiculously large and comfy. They’re comfy. They’re also half naked, in bed with you right now.

Though this train of thought suddenly derails when you feel feather light circles being traced on your lower back, you sigh at the feeling, looking down to see Satoru staring at you, with a lazy smile plastered on his peachy lips that you return. He brings his hand up to trace a finger along your jawline,

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” he cooed, his groggy voice sending a wave of heat directly to your core.

“Morning, Satoru…” your voice comes out soft, a tired yawn escaping mid-way through your sentence, “...I did, cus I was with you two.”

He laughs softly, pinching your side to make you squeal, “Trying to charm me this early in the morning? Are you looking for trouble?”

“Maybe I am...would that be so bad?” you tilt your head slightly, and he smirks up at you, tracing his finger up from your jawline to tug at your bottom lip, he brings his lips to your ear, whispering “Tell me, what kind of trouble are you looking for, my pretty girl..?”

“Surprise me” you whisper back, turning your head to catch his lips in a soft, yet heated kiss, he sucks on your bottom lip lightly, pulling a breathy moan from you, and Suguru stirs behind you in his sleep.

Satoru shushes you, biting down on your lip before saying, “Try to stay a little quiet for me, yeah? I wanna have you first..” he trails his hand down the side of your waist to your hip, to squeeze at the flesh, and you nod, desperate for him to have his way with you already.

He leaves open mouthed kisses all over your neck, nibbling ever so slightly at your sweet spots, he lets his lips linger at your collarbone, sucking marks into it, and tracing his tongue on the fresh bruises...it’s erotic, to have him mark you up like this, not for people to see, but for him to see. For them to see.

His lips don’t stop their downwards trail, working their way to the valley of your breasts that are spilling out of your tank top, which he tugs down to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking it to a stiff peak and repeating the action to the other one.

He slots his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs at a painfully slow pace, making you whine, which he seems to find amusing because he chuckles, then he pulls your thighs up and open to stare directly at your sopping cunt, the sticky strings of arousal that coat your pretty folds is a sight that makes him drool, and he can’t help but groan, muttering something under his breath about how he can’t wait to eat you up.

And he does just that, wasting no time at all as he slots his head between your thighs, hands digging into them while he licks a stripe against your slit, his spit mixing with your arousal, making you even wetter. Your back arches off the bed, and you bite back a moan, not wanting to go against his wish of you staying quiet..

He licks at your slit again, this time trailing his tongue higher to flick your needy clit, and you gasp, he does it again, then twice, then thrice, flicking the sensitive nub repeatedly which makes you fist at his silky white locks.

He takes a hand off one of your thighs and uses his pointer and middle finger to spread your lips apart, exposing more of your delicious pussy to his prying eyes, he’s quick to wrap his lips around your clit, and once he hollows his cheeks to suck at the nub, you moan, tugging harder at his hair.

It feels so good, you can no longer keep your noises at bay and he knows that, because he smiles against you when you let out a particularly strained moan. He lifts off you for a second to catch his breath, peering up at your blushed cheeks, admiring how your chest rises with your heavy breathing, “feel good, pretty girl?” he licks your arousal off his lips, humming at the taste,

“Yes…please Satoru,, don’t stop” you whine at him, and he obeys, flattening his tongue against your hole to catch your slick that has dripped down to your ass, the sounds coming out of both you are lewd to say the least, he’s moaning against your pussy, eating you out with such fervor that your mind goes hazy, and your stomach starts to tighten,

It’s only when you feel a second pair of hands on your waist that you realize, Suguru woke up..he brings his face down to yours, lips hovering inches above your own,

“Hm? Having breakfast without me, Satoru? That’s not very nice..” he purrs against you, slotting his soft lips into yours, swallowing up your moans, and rubbing soothing patterns into your sides affectionately, you gasp into his mouth when Satoru grazes his teeth against your clit, and he slides his tongue into yours, making out with you while Satoru makes out with your pussy.

Suguru pulls away from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he brings his hand down to meet yours in Satoru’s hair, he tugs his head away from you, drawing out whines from both of you in protest, their eyes meet and Satoru smirks at Suguru, who leans down to lick the remnants of your arousal off Satoru’s lips and chin.

“Why didn’t you wake me up, Satoru? Seems a little selfish..” Suguru tugs at his hair again, making him whimper, Satoru licks his lips with a smug look on his face, leaning his head down to lay on one of your thighs, he brings a finger up to tease at your folds, smearing your slick around to pull whimpers out of you, and he answers,

“Sorry, Suguru..Early bird gets the worm..” he grins, “Besides, can you blame me?” His blue eyes trail up your body and he bites his lips, Suguru hums and brings a hand up to squeeze at one of your breasts, toying and pinching at your nipples,

“Nah, I would have done the same…” His eyes meet yours and you feel your cheeks getting heated, he looks down at Satoru again and strokes his hair lovingly, “But now that you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn..” his words send shivers down your spine, and he makes his way down to where Satoru is between your legs,

He’s about to get up to switch spots with him when Suguru pulls him back down, Satoru is about to ask why, but Suguru manhandles you roughly on your side, making you squeal in surprise, he’s usually much softer with you, I guess he was upset we didn’t wake him..

He pulls one of your legs up over his shoulder and dives into your dripping hole, thrusting his tongue inside you to taste what he missed out on for the first half of the morning, he groans against you, sending shockwaves straight to your stomach and you moan out his name, Satoru pushed you so close to your orgasm before Suguru woke up, and you knew it wouldn’t take long before you start falling apart on his tongue now.

Suguru brings his hand up to Satoru’s neck and grabs it roughly, making him whimper as he pulls his face down to your ass in a slight chokehold. He takes his tongue out of you momentarily to mutter “Join me..” to Satoru, who immediately spreads your ass open and licks at your puckered hole.

At the same time, Suguru thrusts his tongue inside your cunt again, curling his tongue up to hit it just where you like, he then takes his hand off Satoru’s neck and uses his thumb to rub circles into your clit simultaneously, you moan out a string of curses, the sheer amount of sensations makes you so wet that it trickles down to your ass again, and Satoru licks it up, placing wet kisses all over your hole, and squeezing your round ass,

“Fuck, she tastes heavenly, doesn’t she Suguru?” He slurs, positively pussy-drunk off your essence, and Suguru hums into you, working his tongue and fingers at a perfect pace, you suddenly feel a tug at your leg that's draped over Suguru’s shoulder, and before you know it, you’re on your back again,

But this time Satoru swats Suguru’s thumb away from your clit and replaces it with his tongue, you cry out, the feeling of both their tongues on your most sensitive part throws you over the edge and you fist both of their hairs in each hand, screaming “I’m cumming- fuck fuck, oh fuck~”,

Your orgasm washes over you in waves, legs shaking harder than you thought was possible, and they slow down, letting you ride it out.

You whine when Satoru flicks your clit again, your poor nub now swollen and over-stimulated from being eaten out for who-knows how long now.. He kisses it, making you whimper, “Delicious..” he mutters, running his hands along your thigh,

He then turns to Suguru who catches his lips, shoving his tongue into Satoru’s mouth to let him taste your cum, they moan in unison, and Suguru tips Satoru’s head back, “Open up for me, Satoru”, he purrs, and Satoru obeys, opening his mouth for Suguru to spit in, groaning when it hits his tongue,

You can’t help but moan at the obscenity, heat gathering in your core again as you watch the two men lust over the taste of your cum, it’s filthy and you love it. They love it.

Suguru peers over at the clock on his nightstand and sighs, placing a hand over his throbbing cock with a pained expression, “Shit..we have to go Satoru”,

Satoru whines, squeezing his cock that’s been straining against his underwear,

“Can’t we just quit our job? That would suck way less than this..”

“People would die if you two quit, you know.” You laugh, glancing at the two very frustrated men.

“I would kill someone to fuck you right now” Satoru deadpans,

“Satoru!” Suguru and you say in unison, and he simply shrugs, getting up to stretch his shoulders, and Suguru follows, they lean over your curled up frame on the bed, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead, “You’re welcome to stay here all day while we’re at work, house is all yours, my pretty girl” Satoru presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before turning around to head to their closet,

“In other words, wait for us here so we can fuck you dumb when we’re back.” Suguru adds, making heat rise in your cheeks again, “Exactly!” Satoru exclaims, throwing on his uniform jacket.

You giggle to yourself while you watch them get ready for the day, slowly drifting back to sleep again, with a smile on your face, but you don’t miss the way both of them come to give you a goodbye kiss on the top of your head.

It’s a sweet gesture, you think, but part of you feels like it’s somewhat apologetic, for how hard they’re gonna fuck you later. Because when they say they’re gonna fuck you stupid, they mean it.

And you can’t fucking wait.

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jilixthinker · 5 months

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red blossom

=͟͟͞♡ felix × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ loving hickeys

word count: 1.1K

content warning: smut, hurt and comfort, explicit sexual content sub!felix, dom!fem reader, established relationship, mommy kink, subspace, dry humping, baby talk, oral fixation, hickeys, felix and reader are in love, felix is just a baby

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When Felix comes back home from work, all stressed out and nervous because it's been a rough day and his collegues were so rude to him for no reason at all, he is already feeling almost on the verge of tears and he just wants to be taken care of. And you, his mommy, are waiting for him, having finished your shift long time ago.

When he weakly opens the door you are already on your sweats and hoodie, looking so comfy and soft, and the urge to hide his face on your neck and be pampered all night long is so strong that he cannot fight it. So when he sees you, open arms and dinner hot and ready on the table for him, the poor baby just let go and start crying out of tiredness.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

You welcome him on your arms and wrap him in a cocoon while he quietly sobs against your neck, straddling your hips on the couch.

"S' tired mommy", Felix cries while holding you tight, as you were about to go away. "Today was awful and - and..." he stops to rub his hand on his puffy eyes.

"And what, baby?"

You begin to caress his shoulders softly as an attempt to soothe him as much as you can. Felix nuzzles his head on the crook of your neck and quietly whines until you start to rub his back and his hips too, moving your hand in little circles.

"I jus' wanted to come back to you", he babbles while you keep massaging his muscles, his fatigue and sadness slowly starting to fade to be replaced with a tight feeling of warmth.

"My baby boy", you hum placing a soft kiss on his temple, his sobs becoming quiet whimpers. "My precious little angel, what can I do for you? What can I do to make you feel better?.

Felix remains silent for a minute while you keep rubbing your hands on his skin and peppering tiny kisses on his cheek and forehead. When you start combing his hair with your fingers and fixing the blonde locks behind his ear, he mumbles something on your skin, so quiet than you cannot hear it.

"Baby, angel, what do you need? You can tell me anything, you know that".

Felix slowly readjusts himself on top of you and he speaks a little bit louder this time, looking you in the eyes.

"Can you kiss me mommy?", and how could you ever say no to your sweet boy? How, when he is trembling a little already, a bit out of embarassment and a bit out of excitement.

"Of course I can, love", you promise him, kissing the tip of his nose. "Where do you want to get kissed, baby? Tell me".

Feix hums softly and he nuzzles his head back on your side, exposing the skin of his neck and part of his collarbone to your sight.

"Neck, please", he murmurs and he sounds so so wrecked already, all pliant and soft even if you didn't do anything yet, but just the thought of you being sweet and caring to him is taking him to the edge.

The first kiss on his skin is just a peck, nothing else, and Felix tries, he tries so hard not to be affected too much this early, but as soon as you place your lips on his neck and start to nibble lightly at the freckled skin he rolls his hips slighly on you, and he lets out a broken whimper.

"Baby, what's up, uh? I thought you just wanted my kisses". You tease him a bit while gently sucking a portion of skin into your mouth and slowly pulling it between your teeth.

Felix lets out the quietest yet painful moan, "Ah - mommy please, I - ah - just...", and he starts moving his thighs just a little bit, the tiniest movement showing how he is growing hard under his pants. You smiles while he begins to thrust his hips against yours. The feeling of the soft fabric on his sensitive skin is so overwhelming and suddenly it is all too much and not enough at the same time.

"My pretty little boy. What do you need? You need to hump mommy while I suck you in my mouth, mh? You want to let go and just be a dumb sweet angel while you make a mess of yourself?".

The way you speak to him makes him even softer than before while he tries so bad not to cum so soon. You didn't even touch him, and yet his cock is so hard, begging to be released from his underwear but, at the same time, the thought of being completely under your power makes him even harder. You lick slowly his neck from his collarbone up to the shell of his ear, sucking his lobe into your mouth. Felix writhes heavenly, rutting his clothed cock again your core, and he can feel dribbles of precum leaking from his tip all along his shaft. The embarassement mixed with the arousal makes him feral while he starts to babble sweet moans against your hair.

"My baby, my sweet boy. I love you so much. Mommy just wanna make you feel good. Does it feel nice, mh? To press your pretty little cock against mommy's cunt and think about nothing? You can let go baby. I got you. I just want you to cum and be pretty while I suck you all wet and nice, okay?".

You suck harshly on his adam's apple and you feel him throbbing above you while he tries to stay still but the pleasure he is feeling is just too much for him.

"Mommy ah - please please I wan' - Lixie wanna come please, can you let me come?".

Felix cries a little and he messily humps your thighs, his spongy head caught against the cotton of his underwear and the warmth of your core under him. You stick out your tongue and let the muscle slide wetly on his reddened skin.

"You can come baby, come for me, let me see how messy can you be".

And that's it for him. One last lick, and he cums hard, you still sucking on his neck and kissing lovingly his skin.

Hours later, when Felix sees purple hickeys blooming on his milky skin, he cannot blame anyone but himself.

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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thinking about waking rafe up by softly kissing his neck and jaw, and then just spending the morning in bed covering each other in gentle kisses

╰┈➤ morning kisses (blurb)

warnings: just fluff.

summary: y/n can’t get back to sleep when she wakes up too early, so the only choice is to make rafe get up as well.

quiet huffs left her nose as she tossed and turned beside his exposed body. too hot, too cold, too tired but can’t sleep. it went on and on. she’d woken up around six that morning, for no apparent reason, but unfortunately she’d decided to check the time, tricking her mind into thinking it was time to get up.

so there she lay, for two hours, desperate for more sleep, yet to no avail. another half hour had passed when she decided she’d had enough, and if she was going to be awake, so was he.

grinning to herself, she shuffled closer to his warm body as he lay surrounded by pillows and blankets, gentle snores pouring out of his mouth.

“rafe..” she whispered as she trailed a soft thumb over his jaw, soon pressing light kisses along the chiselled bone. she giggled as he let out a sleepy groan, yet leant into her touch.

her eyes lit up as his opened for a split second, soon frowning as they fluttered shut again. “no…wake up!” she whined, prodding his cheek. “shh..” he grumbled, pressing a lazy finger to her lips as he rolled over, suffocation her as he threw his other arm over her face.

gasping for air, she wriggled out of his grip, coming nose to nose with him. “it’s time to get up now, wakey wakey!” she laughed, sticking her tongue out to reach his nose.

“it’s so early baby, go back to sleep..” he sighed, furrowing his brows as he glanced at her through squinted eyes. “i’ve been awake for hours! it’s so lonely all by myself!” she wailed exasperatedly before moving from beside him to straddle his waist.

she continued to prod his face while his hands instinctively searched for a grip on her waist. “c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” she groaned, tugging the blankets away from him.

“if you don’t get up right now, i will cry!” she threatened, pouting at him as his lips folded into a hazy smile. meeting her eyes, his smile widened as he saw the way her lips stuck out in desperation.

“ok-okay! i’m up..” he huffed, shuffling further up the bed to rest against the headboard. she beamed at him in delight as her hands traced patterns on his buff chest. “yay!” she squeaked, squeezing his torso with her legs.

yawning, he stretched his arms out before folding them behind his head. “you hungry baby?” he asked groggily, the slight morning rasp in his voice causing her insides to flutter. humming in response, she shuffled closer to him, essentially straddling his chest while he rubbed gentle circles into the exposed skin below his oversized t-shirt she’d worn to sleep the night before. “what d’you wanna eat sweetheart?”

“hmm..” her face twisted in thought as she jokingly stroked her chin. “pancakes?” she suggested giddily. “you want pancakes? what kind?”

“i think just lemon and sugar today..”

“okay angel, c’mon” he cooed, using his strength to pick the two of them up off the bed, gripping her thighs as she wrapped her arms around her neck.

“you’re the best rafey..” she mumbled, feeling a sudden wave of tiredness wash over her as he made his way down to the kitchen, her head buried in the crook of his neck.

“i know princess…”

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autisticlancemcclain · 5 months

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The situation starts on the couches of a hotel lobby on a random planet at three-something in the morning, sprawled all over each other, exhausted, as Coran quietly checks them in.

“Hey, Lance,” whispers Keith, from somewhere beside the shoulder he offered. Lance groans, feigning more tiredness than he actually feels, heart racing since Keith first shifted so Lance would have somewhere to rest his head. He has this strange feeling of invasion, even though Keith offered, even though they’ve been in this position dozens of times before. He’s waiting almost for the other shoe to drop.

“Mm-what,” he mumbles, muffled into his roughed shoulder pads, words smushed together.

Keith sighs instead of answering. For half a second Lance tenses. But Keith only shifts again, not pushing Lance off but moving so Lance is pressed closer to him, and then the heat of his breath tickles the shell of Lance’s ear, and he tenses for a whole different reason.

And then there is, inexplicably, the feeling of what must be Keith’s lips, pressed to the side of Lance’s skull, gentle and lingering, and Lance thinks clearly to himself: what the fresh actual and genuine fuck.

“‘M sorry,” says Keith, so quiet it would be impossible to hear were his mouth not one single inch away from Lance’s ear. He kisses again, and he almost sags into the motion, into Lance. “I shouldn’t have been so dismissive of you earlier. I was stressed. I missed you, too.”

Lance opens his mouth. He muffles a choking sound with all of his strength.

“All good in the hood,” he finally manages, and then wants to strangle himself. “We’re — tight, Keithalicious.”

Somewhere, somehow, there is a God, and this God looks upon him with the utmost cruelty, and so Lance suffers, unjustly, every day of his life. He often prays that he will wake up one morning in the absence of a tongue. A hindrance and horrible sacrifice, of course, but one that may be worth the total sum of humiliation he feels so acutely and so frequently by virtue of God’s gift of language.

Shit is just not worth it, sometimes.

Keith’s laugh tickles a little. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” His final kiss is light, more of a peck than anything. He pats Lance’s hip twice before standing. Lance wonders, vaguely, when the hell his hand was in his hip area in the first place, and how the hell he’s supposed to rationalize that somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. “‘M gonna go help Coran. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” is what Lance means to say, but unfortunately when he opens his mouth the only sound that escapes is a strange kind of croak, clawing its way out of his throat and withering to death somewhere in the air between them. It may be, he realises with an intense flash of solemnity, the last remaining dredges of his dignity. Rest in fucking peace.

Keith just smiles again (a real one that shows his crooked incisors and crinkles his eyes and makes him looks handsome, not hot or sexy or beautiful but handsome, in a way that genuinely makes Lance weak in the knees) and jogs over to the front desk. Lance watches him place a friendly hand on Coran’s shoulder, leaning in and narrowing his eyes at the paper the front desk worker offers, saying something Lance can’t hear with his Black Paladin face in full force. When he finally manages to wrench his eyes away, he sees the faces of his team, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide eyes and jaws brushing the polished blue tiles.

“What,” Shiro manages eventually, “the fuck.”

“Since fucking when are you two boning!” Pidge adds, shamelessly.

“I thought you had a thing for Allura?” questions Hunk.

Lance’s own jaw snaps shut. His ears burn, worse than they already were, and he glances at the princess only to find her already looking away. Shame burns something fierce in the pit of his stomach. It’s an unwelcome replacement of the butterflies.

“What me and Keith do behind a closed door is none of your business,” Lance says hotly, straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest ridiculously. His heart pounds. He raises his voice to drown it out. “We had a bonding moment, after all.”

Pidge barks a laugh. The rest of the snorts and giggles soon follow, and soon the team is looking at him in fond exasperation, rolling their eyes and muttering about Lance and his antics. Allura, even, looks him in the face again. The roiling in his stomach doesn’t change, but the pound of his heart is replaced with something bitter on the back of his tongue.

Anything is better than looking ignorant. Even if you look like a fool.

He settles into the corner of the couch — much less comfortable than Keith’s armoured shoulder, somehow — and lets his eyes slide shut, lets the familiar sound of his team quietly conversing and the ambient sound of a public place at night wash over him as he fades into a half-sleep. The same kind of sleep in a car on the way home from a long road trip, late at night; half aware of the movement and murmured sound of your parents’ whispering in front seat, time stretching around you like taffy.

He stirs slowly at the sound of boots hitting the floor, bleary eyes still half-shut. Keith slowly comes back into focus, standing in front of him now. He’s frowning, troubled.

“They booked us two separate rooms,” he explains, pursing his lips at the two keys in his hand.

Lance pauses. “…Yes.”

Keith doesn’t pick up on it. (That, at least, is familiar enough to make Lance smile.)

“You’d think they’d…well, whatever. I suppose it’s fine. I’ll come join you after you’re showered?”

“Keith —”

“I think my room has the bigger bed, actually. You come to mine.” He opens the little envelope thing and pulls out the extra key, sliding it into Lance’s hands. “I’ll bring up your luggage.”

“Keith, I’m not going to —”

Lance stops.

Keith, I’m not going to sleep with you, is what he was going to say. Keith, what the hell. Keith, you’re acting like a pod person. Keith, I don’t understand what’s going on. Keith, everyone is laughing at us and you don’t seem to notice. Or care. Keith, you’re acting like you’re my — boyfriend, or something. Keith, one day ago you didn’t want anything to do with me. Keith, now you can’t seem to get enough of me. Keith, I am going to lose my mind. Keith, Keith, Keith.

“Okay,” Lance says instead, quiet. He turns the key over in his hands. It looks like a regular white hotel key. It feels heavier, somehow. “Okay, I’ll meet you in twenty.”

Keith flashes a quick smile. It, too, is genuine, and Lance lips are quirking up to match before he can think about it.

“Liar. You’ve never taken less than a half hour shower in your life.”

“I have — so.”

Shaking his head, fondness bleeding from him, Keith steps forward, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to Lance’s forehead. Lance feels all the air exit his body in one huge whoosh.

“I know you, goober. We got all night. Decompress. I’ll check the closet and under the bed before you get there. Don’t take too long.”

Lance stills. He watches after Keith with wide eyes. His heart, finally calmed again, fucking races.

He’s never, not once in his life, told anyone about the — thing. With the — closets, and under the bed. Not one person; not even Hunk.

It’s stupid, is what it is.

But Lance’s older cousin was kind of a — jerk. And when they were kids he would make these freaky fucking paintings with red eyes and smudged faces and — hide them, in Lance’s closet or dresser drawers or under his bed, and convince him they would come to life in the night and posses him, and it was so fucking dumb, but Lance has always been gullible and it used to scare the shit out of him, because he would never know when they would appear and it would just — freak him out. All the time. Unless he checked his entire room once in the daytime before sleeping, he would never be able to fall asleep.

And he’s never fucking — told anyone about that. Because as a kid it was terrifying to say out loud and as he got older it was just embarrassing. But Keith knows, somehow.

Keith knows.

Lance exhales, air whistling sharply from between his teeth, “Whatever. Whatever. You know what? Whatever,” and stomps over to the elevator. “This is — I’m going to shower. And not think. I don’t — whatever.”

He stews the whole way up to his room. He stews as the key doesn’t fucking work in the slot until the fourth try. He stews as he yanks off his armour and flings it into a random corner, relishing in the heavy thud as it hits the wall, hoping it cracks. He stews as he angrily presses all the buttons in the shower and hops in, cussing as he’s assaulted with an onslaught of hot-cold-hot-cold-soap-soap-soap, aggressively blinking away the sting in his eye and cursing the very air molecules around him. He stews the entire fucking forty minute shower, although admittedly he does, by the ten minute mark, start to calm down a little.

By the time he steps onto the bathmat, he’s just — tired.

“Whatever,” he sighs to himself again, but this time it’s more weary than anything. “Just — I guess. Sure. Whatever.”

There’s a fancy complimentary robe folded neatly on the stack of towels. He swallows the lump in his throat, thinking of his beautiful blue one, now ashes with the rest of the castle.

“Whatever,” he repeats to himself, firmly. Eventually he manages to blink the tears away.

The walk to Keith’s room is short, and cold, and probably embarrassing, since he is in a robe and slippers and a twisty shower hat, but he’s too drained to care. Every step is heavy. By the time he manages to slide the key in the lock — this key cooperates, go fucking figure — and shove the heavy door open, he feels…precarious.

Fragile, maybe.

It takes one look from Keith, one flash of soft indigo eyes and bedsheets untucked and folded over like he likes them and a nightlight shining low on the side table, for him to simply burst into tears.

“It has been a long fucking day,” he sobs.

“It sure as shit has,” Keith agrees, opening his arms, and Lance doesn’t bother thinking before collapsing into them, curling into Keith’s lap and tucking under his chin. Keith grips him tightly and squeezes, and it feels so strangely familiar and so perfect that it’s simply too much for Lance to worry about. He does not have the energy. It’s just — too good, and he’s so tired, and if this is all a trick or a dream or anything like that then he’ll handle it in the fucking morning. Right now Keith is warm and he’s a real fucking person offering real fucking affection with absolutely zero strings attached, none of them, and Lance is allowed to have nice things, actually, it’s written right the in paladin handbook, he knows because he wrote it there himself.

He can just — have this one thing.

“Let’s just sleep for a few thousand years,” Keith says, and he sounds exhausted as Lance does.

And if this is a dream than there’s absolutely nothing to lose, and also whatever, truly, so Lance gives fully into every impulse he’s been too ashamed to even admit in his own head and leans up to kiss him squarely on the lips. He is warm and sweet and tastes like toothpaste, and he kisses back without a second of hesitation, and his hands cup the side of Lance’s face and his calloused thumb brushes across his cheekbones, and it’s everything Lance could ever want it to be, and it makes all the horrible everything melt away. So Lance says screw you, universe, and kisses him until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open, and then he tucks in next to him and relishes in his arm over his waist and falls asleep faster than he ever has in his life listening to Keith’s heartbeat.

This is where the situation starts.

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jeongharine · 5 months

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a sea of tangerines

⚝ mingyu x reader

⚝ angst, romance, established couple, smut

⚝ notes: i really can't get out of my mind that postcard so i had to use it in the story to get it out of my system. i think it has become one of my favourite written letters by an anonymous on the web.

anyways, happy early holidays to you reading. hope this period treats you well x

christmas eve, in a metropolis somewhere in the world.

"we used to live here together. i’m walking down the streets with a bag of tangerines in this city that we liked to call home. this is the only address that i could think of. happy holidays"

it was a hectic busy evening of december. the subway was full and mingyu really just wanted to rest. to lay on his comfy sofa and laze for the last days before the christmas crazyness. but he was stuck in a stupid metallic transport that had the resemblance of an infinite tunnel, with what seemed like the rest of the whole city.

something poked his tired left foot. then another, and another one. tangerines. a dozens of them. a wave of tangerines coming up at his feet.

he raised his head, and that’s when he spotted a ripped shopping bag held with all its might by slender fingers.

that’s when you spotted strong hands coming at you with your tangerines, a whispered sorry coming out of your mouth.

“it’s absurd really, a sea of tangerines coming up at my feet as if i had been the seashore. i thought i had hallucinations or something,”

that made you smile. “if only the supermarket shopping bags were not so shitty and-” “it was only a bag of tangerines rolling down the subway, though.”

right. it was only that.

“where you stopping by the way? maybe you do need a hand now,”

a puzzled look on your face. but then a smile. “right, me and my unwieldy tangerines need some help,”

that made him smile, though it was only a bag of tangerines rolling down the subway.

you left the natural tangerines onto the kitchen counter. the market with the fresh products wasn’t that far from your apartment and you waited for the rain to stop to go and do some grocery, wetting yourself nonetheless because the rain started again on your way back.

busy streets had stopped their chant and the citylights brightly lit around when mingyu stopped by.

“hey,” he ruffled his black hair back with a smile, stepping inside.

“you made it home early,” the heavy door creaking a little while closing it. “it was a bit hectic but yeah,”

“you did well,” you complimented. you looked at him fondly, making sure he took in the praise. it was never easy for him, and you knew it well. “join me on the sofa after you showered?” pointing at his sweaty tshirt.

mingyu hummed, pleased. “got something in mind?” you chuckled.

“actually, i just would like to spend some cozy time with my boyfriend if you mind,” you answered. mingyu couldn’t hide his disappointment, looking sullen like he’d wish for another answer. “i was kidding gyu, if you want to keep your girlfriend occupied in some other way it’s fine as well.”

it was one in the morning, the lamp dimly lit the room against the bingling lights of the street outside. mingyu shut the tv before slouching on the cushions next to you. he curled behind you, the smell of fabric softener and vanilla shampoo all around you.

he sighed deeply, nose buried in the crook of his loved one. the suspire beard in itself all the tiredness and weariness of the long day. “how long can you stay this time?”

“about ten days more or less,” you replied. after college you made it into the marketing world, and managed to get a good position job for a firm in the city. it was a source of proudness for you, for your parents and mingyu. but everything always comes with a burden. and travelling for work wasn’t that simple anymore.

distance was never easy, constantly keeping that in mind and making time to never skip anniversaries and holidays. you settled for that, and knew it would be challenging but this would have done for now.

“tired?”

“mmh,” he mumbled, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. “it was very busy tonight in the restaurant. lots of dishes to prepare.” he placed his hand on your belly, slowly following the rising of your breaths. he took them in. mingyu would always be ready to take everything that’s bothering you.

there was a scratch on your watch, mingyu dropped it on the pavement last time you went away. he gently pulled you in, making you turn to face him.

his rough hand met your cheek, thumb stroking it gently to draw your mouth closer to his. his tongue eager, tiredness was not so present anymore. and so he kissed you like all the stars in the sky above would have exploded.

“i like this couch though,” mingyu whispered, lips damp from the kiss. “what do you mean?”

“that your boyfriend has something else in mind,” mingyu answered.

“bed’s waiting then.” you intertwined your fingers with his, leaving a peck on his nose.

the city lights danced slowly outside the window, a siren breaking the silence of the night when you went to the bedroom. everyone was asleep in the nearby apartments and you moved around like new lovers, when taking the risk of getting caught. but the night was gentle to you, keeping your secrecy like an oath.

being extra cautious when you brought mingyu in, the latter trying not to knock you over the drawer of your room when stripping you. you tumbled onto the white sheets, legs forever intertwined.

“i want to marry you.” mingyu whispered, kissing you gently on the shoulder. “i found the perfect house for us, not too far from the subway for the airport and the restaurant.”

the bed squeaked, and you smiled. you wanted that, as badly as mingyu wanted it. but it was not in your nature to rush things. mingyu looked at you fondly, the moon was brighter and he could see your soul.

“that sounds nice gyu, maybe we can look at it with purpose in a few months.”

“yeah? y/n, you’re not fooling with me right?”

“no, i just need a few months to adjust some things at work then we can start to really think about it,” you replied, heart beating like it never had before. “come here and kiss me,” you caressed his black locks of hair. but mingyu didn’t.

he started to trail kisses lower down your neck, breasts, stomach and slipped your undies down kissing your pubic bone and you were not prepared for it. “gyu–”

“i missed you, let me treat you as you deserve..”

mingyu got you wrapped around his finger with his sweet mouth and hand intertwined with yours. “oh,” you sighed when he suckled a little bit harder. “i don’t think i can last.”

“should i stop then?” mingyu asked, after pulling off with a pop.

“n–no, keep going baby,” you whined. the heat of the moment and your slick making you sticky, you were desperately thrusting up your hips in his face, which wasn’t easy but you tried nonetheless. mingyu responded to you with low groans, leaving your pussy unkissed like a punishment.

“you’re so annoying.” “stop whining like a baby,” he kissed you, galaxies exploding far away but the chanting of the subway trains covered it into the night. “you taste like tangerines,”

“ate them before,” “you’re the sweetest.” mingyu meant it literally, but you smiled like it was said just to please you. your head tilted into the soft pillow when his lips met yours with another kiss, tongue muffling all the noises.

he grabbed your back, twisting you over with the tug of his hand down his thigh. you had your leg splayed over mingyu’s waist, heavy breaths, you studied him with a perplexed cast. “want to make love to me like this?”

“honey, for i do really love giving you a good pound into the bed i don’t have it in me right now.” you laughed, sliding off mingyu’s underwear fast. “you still have that oil there?”

“yep,” you emphasized on the p while mingyu reached to your bedside table. his slicked up dick teased along your pussy’s lips just to hear you sigh before he slid in. a moan buried in his sweaty neck. “f-fuck .”

mingyu growled lowly. hands on your ass so the grinding was smoother on the push down. your eyes rolling back stupidly. “feels so good baby, fuck.”

the praise made you quiver. heavy panting, desperate breathing, slippery fair skin on tan skin, tits and pecs knocking against each other because you were that close.

mingyu rutted up another inch, your gut twisted. “y-yeah , i like that–” mingyu gasped loudly, inhaling fast. “if you keep talking i might pound into you.”

“guess you’re not tired anymore then.” “i always work hard for you.” you did not fight him when he laid you flat on the mattress under himself. you choked on a breath when mingyu couldn’t keep it to himself from fucking you that hard, especially when you were lain pliant like this. all exposed just for him and no-one else. fuck if it will never stop to drive him stupid.

the bed creaked under mingyu’s ministrations, his hips snapped rapidly and the sheets were bunched up tight in your fists. you couldn’t say you were not into it either.

you didn’t push away mingyu’s fingers when he placed it on your delicate nub and started to circle on it. “you have to come first,” and it was not hard for him to accomplish that, you gave it to him shortly after. burning hot along your nerves, you felt the sweet unraveling you never could control, and mingyu felt it as well when your hot spurts spilled onto his abdomen, grabbing onto his bulky arms as if they were your personal lifeline.

you breathed in satisfaction, and mingyu was desperate for his high then, pumping fast for an orgasm he waited all day for and spilling over your stomach. he pumped slowly then, tiredness hitting him. “dirty.”

he chuckled when you locked him in an embrace. “i want to marry you now, tonight even.”

you bubbled with a laugh. “i know, but give me at least three months.”

“one month.”

“no baby, i’m serious.” he replied, impatience slowly started building its home in the back of his mind. “do you want to go out and take a stroll around the city tomorrow?”

“yes, i would love to. i worked so hard today.” “i know.”

mingyu sighed. “but i will always work harder for you.” he promised kissing your nose, christmas lights sparkling the night sky hiding his promise.

you hummed into his damp hair. you would only take one month. mingyu had worked hard enough.

#mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #mingyu smut #seventeen fic #mingyu fic #svt fic #mingyu x y/n #seventeen smut #mingyu scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

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javarium · 1 year

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Serenity | Pedro Pascal.

Warning(s): | Female Reader, Legal Age Gap (Pedro is current age; Reader is 22+)

Note(s): Also, I really love Pedro’s hair in this gif. And his sweater. We love cozy sweaters. And him in general. Sue me lmfao. Might turn this into a series (short stories) if I feel good enough. I’m a slow-ass writer that’s for sure lmao

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After spending almost a year apart, with nothing but simple video calls and two, one week-long surprise trip to see him in Alberta six months apart, Pedro was more than happy to be done with filming and walking through the front door of his home.

“I’m home!” he calls out into the empty expanse of the home you both share.

You don’t answer, but Baxter does.

The Continental Giant rabbit happily hops to him to greet him home, standing on his hind legs to prop his front ones on Pedro’s leg. He loves the sweet animal almost as much as he loves you.

The man chuckles and sets his bag down, running his hands and fingers behind Baxter’s ears and across the soft coat of black fur. The massive rabbit closed it’s eyes, greedily taking in the pets and rubs from his owner’s boyfriend.

“Holy shit!”

Pedro’s hands stop rubbing the giant rabbit the moment he hears your voice. Baxter, being so tuned into the emotion in the sound of your voice, gets down and hops out of your path as you rush down the stairs and right into your boyfriend’s arms. Your laughter is contagious, and Pedro laughs along with you as he twirls you around in the air like a princess.

He sets you back down on your own two feet, but his arms never leave you. Instead, they wrap around your torso and waist even tighter as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Pedro’s large hand cradles the back of your head, holding you steady against him. After so long being apart, being unable to cuddle or hug you, kiss you or make love to you, he was more than ready to savor his time with you, relish in your presence and the heft of your body nestled against his own.

“I missed you,” he mumbles. Pedro presses a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” you mumble in reply.

You had missed him so much. The last year had been awful without him. You missed his warmth and cuddles. You felt… bare without him, constantly missing his touch and his warmth. After being together for as long as you have, the world felt… empty. It didn’t seem as bright without him — not as funny. Pedro’s smile always lit up the room. And while he was away, your home was dull, not as vibrant. You missed him and his jokes, his humor and his lightheartedness filling the house with jovial laughter.

“I’m never leaving home again,” he declares. You giggle as Pedro’s lips press against your cheek.

“Never?”

“Never.”

He reluctantly pulls his arms away and gives you an Eskimo kiss.

Lord, you’ve missed him so much.

“I am hungry though,” he says, hands gently grasping your biceps. “Got anything to eat?”

His stomach growled faintly, making you snort.

“What? Plane food not good enough?” you tease.

“It left much to the imagination,” he responds jokingly.

“Well, it’s not much, but there are a few bean burritos from Taco—“

“I’ll take it.”

You laugh as he barges past you and into the kitchen, Baxter eagerly hopping along, hot on his trail.

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When midnight rolls around, he’s the one that’s awake. Even after his plane trip, he doesn’t seem to be tired. All the exhaustion and tiredness from earlier seems to have vanished.

You’re the one that’s asleep, cheek smushed against his chest. His right hand is holding your left, resting on his waist as you sleep. It was like an owner and their cat: he didn’t want to move an inch, wanting to simply watch and admire your beauty.

There wasn’t a moment Pedro didn’t miss you. Every time he’d settled into bed at night or woke up, his first thoughts were of you — of how he hated the fact you weren’t with him. Pedro missed having you next to him in bed. He missed the warmth of your arms being draped around him as you slept, tucked into his neck and snoozing away in dreamland. He missed you not-so-stealthily sneaking up on him and surprising him with back hugs.

You were such a big part of his life that he physically felt the emptiness from you not being with him.

He closed his eyes and pressed a featherlight kiss on the top of your head. He rested his cheek atop your crown, tightening his hold on you.

“…’dorable.”

Pedro snickers. “You’re awake?” He presses another kiss to your forehead.

“Gotta pee…” you mumble, digging your nose into the fabric of his sweater, not wanting to get up. “And hungry too, ‘parently.”

“Want anything specific?”

“….” You grumble. “Pizza. Totino’s.”

“The square ones on the freezer?”

“Mmhmm…”

Pedro would’ve let you lay on him longer, also not wanting to get up, but then he heard your stomach let out a loud growl. It made him snicker again. He pried you off of him gently and pulled you by your hands to your feet.

“Go to the bathroom. I’ll fix it,” he tells you.

“Fix two.” You clear your throat. “You’ll need your own.”

Sleepy as hell, you ended up being in the toilet room longer than you would’ve. By the time you came back out, the pizza was half done and Pedro had a grin on his face. He wraps his cozy-sweater arms around you and pulls you to his chest.

“Taco Bell break?”

“No…” You giggle. “Just kinda sat on the toilet until I woke up enough.”

“You do that shit way too often. What if you fall over and hit your head?”

“That’s the point. Concentration to prevent that makes me be awake.”

You stay huddled together against the island counter until the pizza finishes. The beeper makes you jump and Pedro laugh, but when he forgets the potholder and cusses, it’s your turn to laugh.

He watches as your eyes crinkle while you laugh, bending slightly to hold your stomach. Your hair falls around your cheeks, adorably accenting your face. Your laughter dies into a toothy smile, tears at the corners of your eyes. You glow. It’s not the kitchen light — the color is wrong — that shines around you. It’s something else. His eyes don’t fool him. An aura of happiness surrounds you, and Pedro swears that you’re nothing short of an angel, one that’s meant for him and him only.

He’s missed this. He’s missed you. He’s missed your laughter. He’s missed the way your eyes crinkle at the corners as you break into a fit of giggles.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you say. “I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.”

“I know. It’s a hard knock life,” you reply in a faux depressed-like manner, making him break into laughter.

The Totino’s was pretty good. It left you warm and fuzzy and full, lulling you back into a sleepy state. Pedro’s cozy sweater you wore did nothing but add to the desire to fall asleep.

Wiping the excess cheese off into the trash with a paper towel, you put the two pizza plates next to the sink. You’d do the dishes tomorrow.

A soft grip on your bicep made you turn around. “Come on, mi amor,” he murmurs, sweetly kissing the side of your head. “Let’s get you to bed. You look very tired.”

You couldn’t argue and let your boyfriend wrap his arm around your shoulder to lead you to bed.

You looked tired enough that Pedro decided against asking you to brush your teeth, especially with the way your eyes kept shutting and your head bobbing back and forth.

He couldn’t help but wonder to himself what in the world had you done all day to make yourself so tired??

You’re asleep instantly at the moment your cheek rests on his chest, the room peaceful and quiet; the serenity of his home perfect after the noise he encountered on his way home.

Pedro’s arms wrap around you, and before he falls into slumber, he acknowledges that his life is pretty damn perfect.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #fluff #comfort #real person fiction

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fleurriee · 1 year

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— before you leave ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; neteyam finds a way to make sure you’re satisfied before he leaves.

word count ; 1.7k

themes ; fluff, smut, established relationship (mates).

warnings ; explicit content: heated kissing, scenting, fingering, is that it??

author’s note ; this is my first time writing anything smut-ish so pls go easy on me... had to write about neteyam bc i love this boy to the moon and back <3 definitely want to write more for the sully boys so make sure to send some requests in!!!

main masterlist request a fic!

The sun filtered through your tent, breaking and entering as it made itself known through the little tendrils of space left. Soft air cascaded within, too, tickling against each surface it managed to get its grasp on.

You didn’t bother opening your eyes, your tiredness consuming too much of your rational thoughts to get up. You knew you would have to get up soon - you would be needed to help out Mo’at and Kiri in the Tsahik tent to prepare healing herbs for the warrior’s next raids, including your Neteyam, but you just couldn’t.

As the comfort and warmth of staying asleep for just a little longer enveloped you, a familiar arm snaked itself across your waist, claiming its place against the other side and squeezing slightly. A tail wrapped itself around your thigh, too, coiling down until it made itself comfortable in the spot it always seem to be found in the most, and soft breaths fanned against your neck, tickling and sending shivers down your spine.

The movements from your mate told you that he was awake - or, at least beginning to wake up - as he only snuggled in closer to your behind. Neteyam would need to leave soon, too, and you knew he wouldn’t leave you without properly saying goodbye. So, you pretended to stay asleep.

Thinking you were doing a good job with your rhythmic breathing and little snores, making sure to keep your eyelids shut but not too tight, you tried to suppress the small smile lingering against your lips when Neteyam’s face only snuggled further into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, making sure he got every last bit of your scent to take with him when he left. It didn’t matter that you knew he’d always come back to you, or that he’d do this every morning like it was routine, but if he didn’t have your scent against his entire body or within his system, he knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate the entire time he was out. His thoughts would only be of you, you, you, and he couldn’t afford that when he was supposed to be providing for the clan.

After he was done scenting you, making sure you were all over him, he finally opened his eyes, the view underneath him causing his heart to stutter out of pure adoration. He couldn’t believe he’d ended up with you - his eyes had always been on you from the very moment you first met when you were younger, and even since then, he’d made it his life mission to have you by his side until you were both ready to part from this world. And with Neteyam by your side, you knew that would be a while.

Eyes taking every feature you had to offer, from your fluttering eyelids to the soft movements of your chest, he finally made eye contact with your lips, watching as they would curve upwards just slightly before being forced down again, like you were ensuring yourself not to smile. A smirk made its way onto his own face as he understood what you were trying to do - you didn’t want to leave.

Lowering himself further down towards your ‘sleeping’ figure, he placed a gentle, almost-featherlight kiss against your temple. He felt you tense a little under his touch, a clear sign that his suspicions were right. “You know,” he started, voice rough and hoarse from both groggily waking up and the use of it the night before during your intimate moments, placing another soft kiss behind your ear, “I can tell that you’re awake,” he continued, his lips moving to your jaw, “and, I know what you’re trying to do,” he finally finished, a last kiss firm against the softness of your cheek.

You couldn’t fight against the smile anymore, letting the restraints fall and clatter away as you smiled big and bright. The heat and tickling sensation from his affections had a chuckle escaping your lips. Despite knowing you’d been caught, you decided to play innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply cheekily, cheeks hurting from smiling to wide and eyes still shut.

Neteyam hums like he’s taking your response seriously, keep his face against yours, teasing you with his lips and not allowing them to make contact with your skin anymore. “So, you weren’t pretending to be asleep because you knew I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye?”

“Nope.” Your response continued to feign innocence - that was, until, Neteyam’s arm that was situated around your waist held an even firmer grip, flipping you so you were laying on your back with his figure right above you. “’Teyam!” you squealed, not expecting such eager movements from him so early in the morning. “What are you doing?”

With his hands on either side of your face, his body made itself comfortable directly on top of your own, continuing to make sure he didn’t let his entire weight drop down on your. A smirk played against his lips, coy and arrogant, and you couldn’t believe how alive and awake he was considering you wouldn’t be seeing each other until eclipse that night. He pecked your nose gently, bringing his face back to take in every feature your happiness had to offer him. “I’m saying goodbye in a way you’ll enjoy..” he trailed off, teasing you by slowly inching his face closer and closer to your own, “...so, it’ll be easier for us to part.”

His mouth was just a hairs breadth away from your own now, breaths mingling together as one, like Ewya had willed you to. You could feel the skin lightly brush against your own, and you could’ve sworn you’ve never craved anything more. “It’ll never be easy for us to part,” you replied, your voice but a whisper against him.

The teasing became too much to bear between the two of you, and he pounced like an animal hunting their prey. His lips attached themselves to yours, making sure to be firm but gentle as he savoured the way you tasted, the way your squirmed underneath him, the way you moan lightly when he bit on your bottom lip. Lifting your arms up, you caressed Neteyam’s face in your palms, mirroring his actions, too, the pads of your thumbs stoking against the apples of his cheeks. His heart warmed at the loving gestures he always received from you, even small touches like that, because he knew every gesture spoke the words I love you.

Taking his hands away from your face, lips never once leaving yours for a second, not wanting to break the bond bringing you whole as one, he slowly made his way down your chest, to your hips, until they eventually found their home. Feather touches lingering against your warm skin, you trembled slightly against the path his hands were going down.

“Neteyam,” you breathed, breaking away from the kiss as his lips trailed down to your neck and your hands weaved around his broad shoulders, inhaling scent before diving in with his lips. His name was originally meant to be a warning, but with all your senses only screaming Neteyam, Neteyam, Neteyam, it came out as more of a moan, one that only seemed to spur him on. Too busy devouring your neck, intent on leaving marks behind in his wake to ensure the clan knew you were spoken for (although, you always reminded Neteyam that you’d been mated for a while now and everyone knew you were his, he’d only shrug and carry on), his response to you was a hum against your skin, sending vibrations all the way through your body. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to dance on your lower area, teasing you, knowing you were on the brink of giving in to him. “Neteyam,” you repeated, voice breathy and shaky despite wanting to sound stern, “you need to leave,” you gulped, “with the others soon.”

Eventually, he brought his face away from your sensitive spot, now nose against nose as he chuckled at your flushed condition - the way your cheeks slightly darkened in colour, lips parted and eyes dilated just the way he loved. “They won’t mind.” At the last word, he finally gave in to his own desires and slipped a finger into your aching core, giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation, not having expected it.

Gasps leaving your mouth, you couldn’t help but grip tighter around his neck, eyes tightly shut and back arching in pleasure. After a few seconds, his finger started to move to a slow rhythm, pushing in and out of you and curling at the end to make sure he hit your sensitive spot. When he saw the way you submitted to him so easily, he started to rub soothing circles against your bud with his thumb, eliciting more enticing sounds from you.

Still, whilst one part of your mind wanted nothing more than for your mate to ravish you completely, you knew the rest of the warriors wouldn’t be happy with his absence, especially as the next in line for Olo'eyktan. “They won’t like that-” you stuttered on your words, breathing deep as Neteyam pressed down slightly harsher against your warmth, “-that you’re late.”

He smirked, before bringing his lips to kiss against your temple, close to your closed eye. “Well, I don’t care if I’m late, and you’re my top priority.” His movements never slowed once when he spoke, keeping up his pace and watching as you responded to his touches. Back arching in more pleasure, an explicit moan escaped your lips, loud and clear before you could try and hold it back. One hand moved from around his neck, intent on covering your mouth, but Neteyam wouldn’t let you. He crashed his lips back against yours, swallowing another moan, and all he could feel was excitement. “This way I’ll be leaving knowing I took care of you.”

And with the way he was touching you - the way he was worshipping you entirely - you knew despite you’re better judgement, if Neteyam left this way every time, you wouldn’t pretend to still be asleep.

#𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐑’s work ── ✎#neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam fluff #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x you

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tonguepiercedanyway75 · 1 month

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Sharing favorites // Matty Healy x reader

Summery: After your night shift you can finally spend the morning with your boyfriend

Warnings: fluff, smut

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You are waiting for the clock to strike 7. You‘ve been in the hospital for twelve hours. It’s time to go home, go to Matty‘s house and just drop into his arms. You’re tired and annoyed and you desperately need sleep. You’ve been doing rounds the whole night, doing Stiches and cleaning wounds. No operation. Nothing.

It’s like being at the beginning of your career all over again. Being an intern. Nevertheless it’s what you always wanted to do, but right now it’s finally time to leave this place. You get into your car after changing into sweatpants and a hoodie from Matty.

It’s a 20 minute drive which feels like a 20 hour drive when the tiredness is hitting you. Matty still didn’t send you a ‘good morning’ text which means he’s probably dead asleep. The pictures of Matty being cuddled up in bed gives you a warm feeling on the inside.

After what felt like an eternity you finally arrived at his house. You grab your purse, search for the house keys and enter while being the most quiet you’ve ever been, not wanting to wake him. You slip out of your shoes, hang up your coat and make your way to the bedroom. The blinds are shut in every room, not letting the slightest bit of sunshine in, those lighting conditions make the 7am morning feel like a 11pm night.

The bedroom is as dark as the rest of the house but you can still see Matty clearly. He’s laying on his stomach, his face hidden in his pillow while his dog Allen is right next to him. Your heart melts at the sight of your two favorite things.

You lift the blanket and get greeted with the warmth of Matty’s body heat. His arm finds your back as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. This is everything for you. Sleep is onto you but it seems as Matty is waking up. “Morning love,” he mumbles into your skin while giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You hum in response, too tired to answer him. “You need anythin’?” You shake your head and nuzzle into him even more.

“Missed you,” you get out before closing your eyes again. You feel completely at ease around him. Matty notices that you can’t keep your eyes open and your breath steadies. He chuckles at your attend to roll him on top of you. “Be my weighted blanked,” you whisper against him.

He does as you wish and Matty immediately feels your weight shift under him. You like cuddling like this. His head is tucked under your chin, arms needling their way behind your back to hold you close. “Sleep well love,” he whispers, the comfort and security of Matty being so close helps you drift off into a light rest. He gives your head a few more kisses, making sure you’re asleep before falling asleep as well.

It’s only 4 hours later when Matty awakes still on top of you. He looks at the clock next to his bed. 11:32. It’s always like this when you have Night Shift, only that sometimes you’re alone in bed. You can sleep way better and longer when you feel your boyfriends presence.

It was an adjustment for Matty at first because he usually gets up between 5 and 6 am. But since you’ve been together he loves nothing more then staying in bed with you.

He gets up, leaves the curtains shut and gets up to give his dog food, he also leaves the door to the garden open so Allen can knock himself out at the fresh air.

After he gets himself a glass of water he goes into your shared bedroom again. You’re laying on your side, hugging the blanket tight around your body. He smiles and picks up his laptop from the drawer and settles next to you.

You introduced him to this mind blowing series, Criminal minds. It’s the series you always watch and the perks of having this many seasons is, it doesn’t end. It feels like you’ll never reach the end.

You are currently on season 9, but since watching without the other is a no-go Matty skips to the start of the last episode you watched. 5 minutes in the series and you snuggle against him, laying your head on his chest. His heartbeat is steady. He looks down at you and removes your messy hair from your face, then he kisses your temple.

Another 5 minutes and you slowly open your eyes. You’re still tired but you know you have the day off and that thought eases you. You groan lightly and sit up. You cover your face in your hands and Mattys hand finds your back, rubbing up and down your lower back. “You sleep okay?” He asks and you let out a quiet yes. You slept good but a little too short.

“How did you sleep?” You ask and turn around to face the man whose curls hang in his face and whose eyes look as tired as yours. His stubbles are more visible, since he hasn’t shaved for a couple of days.

“Like a Baby,” he says and gives you a silly smile. Your favorite characters voice raises your attention to the screen. You slap his chest lightly, “what was that for?”

“Did you continue without me?” That would be just cruel but Matty turns the screen and it shows you a scene you recognize. “What do you think love? Would never do that.” He reaches for your hand and kisses every one of your knuckles.

After you come from the bathroom, he settles the laptop to the side and pulls you onto his lap. You feel his erection through his boxers, but it doesn’t stop him from lifting you higher up his body making you laugh. “Matty what are you doing.” You’re now sitting on his chest but he grips your hips tighter, you whine. “Lift your hips and sit on my face.”

You blush at the direct demand and who are you to say no to the man who looks so sweet right now. You hover over his face but feel a little nervous to crush him so you hesitate.

“Get down baby,” he says. “Okay.” And with a gulp, you allow your hips to lower, your knees slipping on the silky sheets which open your legs wider to give your boyfriend better access.

“Like that, good,” Matty cooes and patiently coaxes your body all the way down with encouraging hands until his mouth attaches itself to your clit, encouraging whimpers to leave your mouth.

“Jesus- Matty,” your hands grip onto his hair and you pull slightly, earning a growl from your boyfriend. “Not Jesus,‘s just me.”

Your hips start to grind down, meeting his tongue to chase your high. You let your eyes roll to the back of your head while Matthew never stops. He purrs, sucking your clit between his lips.

Making you come is one thing. Tasting you is another. Your back arches and your fingers pull on his hair. Matty grips your thighs tighter. “Matt- baby,” you moan. He is obsessed with you, with your scent, your taste, your moans, with being the first ever person to ever touch you like this, to make you feel so good.

Pleads leave your mouth, “Oh, my god—” you cut yourself off with a languid moan, rolling your head to the back while closing your eyes. He groans in approval as your hands card through his hair, moving one hand to slide affectionately up and down your thighs, to feel your relax more and more.

“Fucking obscene,” he mutters as he feels you let go around his tongue, “my favorite taste.” Matty licks you clean before pulling you down. You close your eyes and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue and lips. You keep your eyes closed, too tired to open them. The 4 hours of sleeping getting to you.

“You with me?” He asks and nudges you a little, you shake your head ‘no’ which makes him chuckle. He strokes your hair while holding you close, rubbing your back soothingly. “Have to clean you up baby, ‘be right back.”

He picks up a wet towel from the bathroom and cleans your lower body, you hiss at the contact with you clit and he apologizes. “So pretty,” he wipes your inner thighs and throws the towel into the laundry basket.

“I love you,” you say as he settles next to you and picks up the laptop again. He leans down to kiss you. God, you love kissing him. His lips are made for you. “I love you too,” he tells you.

You both watch the next episode of criminal minds in bed, cuddled up, sharing lots of kisses during. At some point you finally get up and begin the day, until you fall asleep at the exact same spot.

#matty healy #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #the 1975 fic #matty healy x you

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northsoulss · 4 months

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dating you I - elisa de almeida

(a/n : i wrote this on a whim during my study break lol. this is how i think dating her would be like, of course take everything with a pinch of salt.)

whispers in the dark, trailing hands touching skin, giggles and laughter spilling from your lips. you stare at her, and she stares at you, eyes curved into crescent moons, crinkled skin with a crooked grin.

i. she looks at you like you hung the stars while you cook her childhood meal. she stares at your back from the kitchen island with a hand on her cheek as you pace around, taking different things from cupboards. you turn around, about to ask her to taste it to see if it needs more salt before pausing, seeing an intense lovesick expression on her face. in her eyes, you looked gorgeous, stray pieces of hair falling over that you tucked behind your ears, hair up in a messy bun, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead and arms. you only laugh, a massive flush creeping up onto your face. she only stares more whilst you shake your head, turning around so that she can’t see your flustered appearance.

ii. you think shes the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen as she helps you remove your makeup after a long day, eyes narrowed with concentration, lip pulled between her teeth to try not to get your makeup remover in your mouth. you laugh as she rubs your lips harshly with the cotton pad to get rid of your lipstick, a mischievous smile on her face.

iii. she thinks nothing could be more perfect than this, her lying face down with your body straddling her back. your warm hands slide up and down her tense back. you plant kisses along her spine as you make your way further down her body, each lingering touch sends an electric shock coursing through her body.

iv. after bad days, you know she would be waiting at home, despite her tiredness from trainings, with open arms and forehead kisses. her touch is comforting when you complain to her about how much of a bitch your boss is, her words like a soothing cup of tea on a cold winter morning.

v. she only realises how much you mean to her when after a fight, you still make an effort to plant sticky notes on the fridge for her to read before she goes to training.

“let’s make up? i promise good food when i’m back from work, love.”

she reads your hand writing completely smitten, looking at it as if you wrote her a poem. she takes the paper with a small smile on her lips, kissing it lightly before putting it in her wallet with the rest of the sticky notes that she has been collecting all year.

vi. you realise she is the one when hanging out with your friends, one of them asks you what is your vision of love and all you can think of is her laughter with that beautiful smile. you find her in all the small tasks you do, like finding a good song to listen to when doing chores, you get reminded of her telling you that this is her favourite song of all time, and it reminds her of you.

vii. when you’re laying in bed with her, face to face, your hearts beat in sync, and you unknowingly move closer to her. you recently read about when people hug, thats when two hearts are at their closest, literally inches apart. a small part of you thinks of that with a smile on your face and she doesn’t miss it. she wonders what you could be thinking of, but thoughts dissipate when when you tug her to your chest, so that the part of her that you love the most can be the closest to where your heart is. so that she can hear how your heart speeds up only for her.

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nev3rfound · 1 year

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here with you : j.m

something a bit different, my love for pedro is only growing and this series is breaking my heart.

sweet night in with joel, pre apocolypse. (established relationship between joel x fem reader) 1.2k

lotta fluff (cause this man deserves it), implied smut but not explicit, no spoilers for tlou.

Sitting on the sofa, your eyes wandered over to the clock. It’s already gone 8.

With a sigh, you rearrange the couch cushions, nestling yourself in as you change the channels knowing you’re in for a late one tonight.

A few hours pass by the time you hear his truck pull up outside, catching the reflection of the headlights dimming in the glass frames of photos lining the wall.

The door quietly opens and closes, of course, he’d be conscious of waking you, hell, he’s had plenty of practice. “Wondered where you got to.” You call out, letting him know he doesn’t have to pace around silently or attempt to.

Joel chuckles to himself, hanging his jacket up on the crooked hook, and watches it slip off once again before trying to straighten the hook. "I gotta fix that damn thing."

Lifting your head up from the warm spot you formed on the sofa, a tired smile graces your lips. “You’re home.” With a sleep heavy voice, you lift your arms up, motioning for him to join.

"I told you not to be waiting up on me." Joel begins to walk toward you, each step heavier than the last which you can’t help but note. His eyes barely manage to remain open, and his usual half smile sinks.

“Come ere.” Tugging on his top, he almost collapses into you, muttering an exhausted apology. "What kept you this time then?" You ask, glancing down as you run your fingers through his greying brown tufts.

Joel groans under his breath, shuffling you both so you lay on your side, his hand cradles your back to keep you both on the sofa. "Tommy got the wrong part, had to fix three hours of framin'."

Chuckling under your breath, Joel furrows his brows at your response. "You really blaming your brother? Again?" You nudge him lightly, weening a hint of a grin from the man. "Anyway, Sarah rang whilst you were out."

You can feel Joel's grasp on you tense and explain. "She rang to say how much fun she was having, surprisin, I know. Half expected her to ring telling me she upset the poor girl for her stance on the new Britney album or something." Resting your hand on Joel's your fingers glide along the back of his hand, feeling the rough skin and splinters.

"Sounds like Sarah alright." Joel mumbles, tiredness now coaxing his voice.

With a heavy sigh, you roll yourself off of the sofa with a thud. “Come on,” Lifting your body up, you take a hold of Joel’s hand, tugging it lightly. “we’re going to bed, Miller.”

“Okay,” Joel yawns, sluggish movements following behind you up the stairs and into his room. “’least it’s Saturday tomorrow.” He rubs his eyes, flinching as you switch the bedside lamp on, illuminating your sweet smile.

“You know what that means?” You raise a brow teasingly.

“Oh, I think I got an idea.” He chuckles lowly before rushing to your side, tackling you onto his bed, and trapping you under his frame, listening to your laughter fill the room. “Breakfast in bed, right, sugar?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, urging him closer you lightly kiss him before answering. “And all the extras, just for you.”

“Now that sounds like heaven to me.” Joel mutters into your lips before kissing you once more and begins to run his fingers along your neck and down your chest whilst the other supports himself above you. “I gotta admit though, Saturday is a long time away.” You hum in agreement, mischievousness lacing your gaze.

“I mean, we might as well treat ourselves a little bit earlier than planned, no harm in that, right?” You shrug playfully.

Tugging on your trousers, Joel smiles to himself. “None whatsoever.” He adds, reaching over to turn the lamp off.

Daylight starts to filter through the blinds, daring to peek through the thin cotton curtains and splay across you both.

Joel is the first to wake, as per usual. He squints at the sunlight, shifting slightly only to find himself stuck.

Looking down, his gaze softens. You’re using his arm as a pillow, nestled into his chest lazily with one arm slung across his torso and the other curled into your own chest.

“Mornin’,” Joel whispers into your hair. With his free hand, he brushes your hair from your eyes and tucks it behind your ear.

Having missed his whisper, Joel leans closer and brushes his lips across the top of your head. “Huh?” You mumble, curling up into the sheets, tugging them over your head. “Oh don’t tell me I hogged the bed again?” Tiredness laces your morning voice, but the sight of your sleepy smile warms Joel’s once cold heart.

“For once you’re good.” Joel tells you. “However, I could do with my arm back before it loses all feeling.” He wiggles it, catching your attention as you avert your gaze to the trapped limb in question.

With a swift movement, you’re kneeling upright and notice the indent you’ve left on his arm. “I better not have drooled on you.” You sigh. “I didn’t drool, did I?” You ask, feeling heat creeping up your neck as Joel simply looks at you. “Joel?”

Waving your hand in front of his face, he remains quiet, just taking this moment in for all it’s worth.

Lifting the dead weight, he can feel the tingles of sensation begin to course through.

“You didn’t drool, darlin.” Resting his functional arm, he cups your cheek which is slightly indented from leaning on his arm all night along with part of the pillow’s pattern.

“Then why you smilin’ like that?” Resting your hands on your hips in a playful fashion, Joel can’t help but feel his exterior soften further.

“If only you could see yourself in the mirror.” He shakes his head, tugging you back into his embrace. “So intimidating.” He feigns fear, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head and laugh dryly in response.

“So funny, Miller. Yet here we are, must’ve won you over somehow.” You remind him, now resting your head on the cool pillow as opposed to his arm.

Shuffling to be at level with you, words fail to form a valid response. He knows it’s true, somehow, you weaned your way into the rock he called a heart. With time, you chiseled away at it without realizing it. Every smile, laugh, and interaction he saw you have with Sarah and Tommy. He didn’t realise the concrete lacing his veins slowly began to crack until he felt it pumping blood back through to his heart, hearing it beat once more.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He comments, resting his hand on your cheek. What he wished he could say was so much deeper, the thought hovered in his mind, but the words failed to follow.

“Come on then,” You take his palm and kiss it before sitting upright and throwing back the covers. “got breakfast to make, handsome.”

Joel watches as you head out of the room and into the bathroom. He leans back in bed, taking it all in, the simplicity of it all and the joy it brings.

Feeling the full sensation now return to his arm, pins and needles having passed he too sits upright, realizing you’re worth all the pins and needles, as long as he gets to see you smile in the mornings.

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dyysania · 7 months

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before i fall asleep - john constantine - oneshot

synopsis: it’s the day constantine had been ‘given treatment’ from satan himself. constantine can be very toxic, especially when you’re his lover. but, even though he doesn’t say it often at all, he loves you. he really does.

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the day his case was done, his lungs became clear. his wrists were no longer slit, and physical health-wise, he was generally so much healthier than he was before. mental-health wise, not so much. like he always has been. since he was a child.

being his girl was never easy, no, not at all. but you loved him more than anything else you knew. and he loved you, although he never said it.

“john…” he turned to face you. you’d caught him finally picking up his pack of cigarettes again.

“don’t.” he scoffs at your warning.

“baby, i’ll be fine.”

“no you won’t, john. you got fucking cancer because of them.” you got up and easily snatched the one in his hand and the entire pack, and threw them out the apartment window.

“those were expensive.”

“i don’t care, john. i don’t wanna be close to losing you again.” you said, him barely able to hear it since your head was halfway through the window as it poured. he pursed his lips for a second.

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he still remembers that day. the day fucking satan took stones from his lungs before john nearly ascended. the day the strong smell of sulfur and fresh air hit his lungs properly that time. how he had watched a half-breed fall, and how the sky was dark and rain fell upon him once he got out. he remembers sprinting to your apartment in the pouring rain because it was closer than his, and how his younger driver, had died because he followed him. like anyone would try to. it was always his fault.

and when he inched from your apartment door, he knocked. it was late. around midnight. but john didn’t hesitate. he never did. he was no longer afraid. and so you peeped through the eyehole and instantly pulled him by his tie inside.

“why are you so late, and why didn’t you get chas to drive you home?” you sighed as you closed the door behind him. he gulped, making his adam’s apple bob slightly.

“can i tell you this once i get washed and changed?” you pursed your lips, knowing he was soaked and you didn’t want him to spread the water across your floors. you hugged his waist from behind, because if you tried to hug him from his shoulders, you’d need to be way taller.

“of course.” you responded with your cheek flat against his back, walking to stand in front of him and stand on your tiptoes, as he leaned down slightly to kiss you softly. he quickly pulled away and walked to the bathroom, leaving you stood there with your head turned to face him. you sighed and gulped as you heard him undress, and you turned most of the lights on so you could make yourself tea, and you sat in bed shakily in the cold waiting for him.

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“you know i love you.” you mumbled as you closed the window shut and went up to your cold lover who sat manspread. your wrists rested on his shoulders, as your chin did on his head. he brought his hand up to make contact with your hand, and his fingertips to wrist were icy. your muscles tensed lightly. but he still had his poker face on.

“come here, baby.” you had the slightest smile on your face. you knew he could never tell you he loved you too, because his toxic masculinity had fueled him. for years. he knew if he told you he loved you, you’d think he was soft. but he had always given you tender love, especially late at night as he watched you asleep, covered in soft blankets he’d get for you because he knows you like sleeping in his shirt, and his shirt only. it’d get his poor girl cold, although his shirts were always huge on you.

and so you straddled him in his warm lap as he buried your face in kisses, with his hands placed on both sides of your hips. afterwards, he just thought in the pure, deafening silence. like he always did. out of tiredness, your head fell into the crook of his neck as you softly smiled, burrowing yourself there. except this time, he’d whispered something to you. just loud enough so his voice would crack through his chapped lips.

“…i love you too.” tears fell from your usual late-night, puffy eyes. but you didn’t make a sound. neither did john as only a few tears fled from his eyes.

“i’m…sorry i don’t tell you it.” his voice ached. for once, john constantine had found it hard for himself to form and speak words.

“but i do…i really, really do. this once, i - i’ll tell you, i think…i think you’re the love of my life. and i love you, i love you, i love you.” your hands reached for the back of his head, the rest of your arms beneath his underarms. the words he had said rang in your head, in his voice. in the voice of the soul, you both believed, satan had waited for to rise to earth and take for himself.

“you need rest,” john had whispered to you, picking you up bridal-style easily and softly letting you down on the bed.

“not more than you do.” you pulled him in by his shirt, but you weren’t strong enough to pull him into the bed. he scoffed lightly at your attempt.

“fine, move over.” you smiled and felt your trail of tears on your soft skin begin to dry. he climbed beside you into the bed, turning the bedroom light off. you rolled into his chest, where you fell asleep most of the time. his hands caressed the back of your head until he thought you were asleep.

“i love you.” he smiled, for the first time, since a long one.

every night after on, you made sure to keep yourself awake for a few minutes when he thought you were asleep, and it turns out, maybe he does tell you he loves you quite often.

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