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DATES WITH YOU ♥︎ F1 HEADCANONS

includes: charles, carlos, max, daniel, lando, oscar, lewis, george, alex, logan, pierre, yuki, lance, mick, and sebastian.

summary: f1 drivers’ and their favorite themed dates!

author’s note: happy valentine’s day my loves!! this is incredibly late (almost 15th where i am) but here it is <3

love on top, a vday special ♥︎ general masterlist

now playing ♫₊⊹ until i found you by stephen sanchez

★ CHARLES LECLERC ( 16 ) — Charles has a bucket list with dates. Enjoys planning them curled up in bed, talks about how you shouldn’t repeat one until the list is done—unless you are a Drive-in theater date, he loves them. When they're arranged in Monaco, it's usually for old romcoms and coming-of-age movies, which is perfect in both of your eyes. Charles makes sure to bring snacks, blankets and pillows, everything so you can be comfortable while cuddling him. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as the movie plays, dusk falling over you, looking as beautiful as ever. He loves this type of dates… it even gives him a chance to show off his magnificent car, but hey! that's off-topic.

★ CARLOS SAINZ JR. ( 55 ) — You and Carlos have a passion for trying new recipes, so sometimes, when you have everything you need, you decide to put on matching aprons, as well as toques, and start working on your next masterpiece. Usually, old Spanish songs play in the background, Carlos singing, grabbing you by the waist to distract you and dance a little. He loves days like these, your focused face and little scoldings are all he needs, especially because one way or another, you will end up laughing and dancing with him, sometimes full of flour and seasonings, the kitchen wearing its best perfume.

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN ( 1 ) — Max is always looking for ways to impress you, to catch you off guard and surprise you, he loves how you tease him about it. So that's why, when you go to one of your favorite places ever —the planetarium— as a date, he recollects as many details about the celestial objects as he can, waiting for your surprise when he drops a fact you didn't know he knew, starting a long, beautiful conversation about it. You know a lot more than him, but he's eager to learn, loves the way you explain every single thing to him, loves the way places like this brings you closer.

★ DANIEL RICCIARDO ( 3 ) — Daniel loves music, he spends hours on end with his headphones on, discovering new artists every day, sharing his songs, albums, and artists of the month with you, adding to his playlists your recommendations. So it's no surprise you find yourself going to multiple concerts. Dancing and singing, hugging and fangirling. Sometimes artists know Daniel and that's when you laugh the most because there's always a chance of him ending up on stage, singing to you (or trying to).

★ LANDO NORRIS ( 4 ) — Lando loves your creativity, he’s a fan of getting to know what's on your pretty mind and seeing your ideas come to life, he also loves sharing his own ideas with you, feels free doing so. His favorite dates with you consist of this: having a canvas, paper, or even pottery to paint on, gossiping and laughing for hours, having picnics and enjoying food. Lando would buy hundreds of utensils, wanting to try everything with you, forever. PD: He would have you paint him and his car, probably.

★ OSCAR PIASTRI ( 81 ) — It didn't start as a date per se, Oscar just couldn't sleep one night and you suggested building the Lego Star Wars ship in your closet, so you stayed up until 6 in the morning building it. He loves the tranquility it brings, how you can go from discussing the deepest topics to a comfortable silence. Focuses on the little things, like when your fingers brush his while reaching for a piece or that little celebration when you find another. In his apartment, he has a shelf dedicated to the Legos you've built together and photos to go with it. So, in Oscar's humble opinion, these are the best dates in the world.

★ LEWIS HAMILTON ( 44 ) — You and Lewis can live off two things: Roscoe and the beach. Surfing is something you have always bonded over, that's why you love heading to the beach early morning, going for a run with Roscoe, and then jumping to surf (taking Roscoe back inside first). You can stay out there for hours, challenging each other, improving your skills, and lying on your boards, talking about everything and nothing, loving every second of it.

★ GEORGE RUSSELL ( 63 ) — While experimenting with extreme sports would be a lovely date for George, he chooses to call his favorite something more domestic: comfy clothes, a good bottle of wine, and a long puzzle night ahead of you. He enjoys the challenging but relaxing parts of the activity, loves to strategize alongside you, and loses his focus when looking at you, falling deeper in love.

★ ALEX ALBON ( 23 ) — Playing Mario Kart as if your life depended on winning has always been part of your relationship — "It's our love language," Alex says— That's why you love to spend a large amount of time (and money) in arcades. You play against each other, with and without; also spend forty minutes trying to catch that one stuffed animal from the claw machine, cheering (and almost getting kicked out) when you get it. Alex loves it as much as he loves you.

★ LOGAN SARGEANT ( 2 ) — Logan fully believes that the best date in the history of dating are theme and amusement park dates. Whether it's a local funfair or the (in)famous Florida parks, Logan loves walking hand in hand, map and snacks in the other, trying to go on as many attractions as possible, calming the nerves of each other when necessary, laughing at the photos quickly taken on the rollercoasters (and going again to attempt looking good), and many other things that make this type of date his favorite.

★ PIERRE GASLY ( 10 ) — Pierre loves chaos and what's more chaotic than doing karaoke? Your catalog goes from High School Musical's "Gotta Go My Own Way" to Gaye and Terrell's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." Sometimes they end up drunk enough (from adrenaline, from love, or both) to sing French songs and attempt Celine Dion's highest notes. You can spend hours teasing each other, dancing to the rhythm, and sneaking kisses in between songs.

★ YUKI TSUNODA ( 22 ) — Contrary to popular belief, Yuki's favorite type of date isn't taking you to a restaurant or cooking together, because even though he does love doing those things with you, your trips to farmers markets are his favorite. When the season is right, you visit them hand-in-hand, no matter the country since there is nothing better than discovering new foods with your favorite person. And hey! If there is something to eat, why not mix dates?

★ LANCE STROLL ( 18 ) — No matter the weather or season, you and Lance will always be up for an ice cream date. You're on a quest to find the best flavors, and the fact that some dates end in small big disasters is enough to keep you searching together, chins full of ice cream and all.

★ MICK SCHUMACHER ( 47 ) — Two things about Mick: he really enjoys ice skating and he loves you. If you put them together, he's guaranteed to have the time of his life, so he's lucky you like ice skating as much as he does. You both spend hours on the rink, being careful not to fall while holding hands, yet most of the time it's Mick who ends up in the floor as you drown in laughter. He loves that sound. He loves making you laugh and smile, it's his favorite pastime, and seeing you shine on the ice rink makes him realize how much he adores this place.

★ SEBASTIAN VETTEL ( 5 ) — Seb’s favorite is going hiking and then camping with you in the beautiful Swiss mountains, away from the a much hectic side of life. Just you and him giving new meaning to the known, sharing not only the beauty of life but also the comfort of one another, wrapped around small info-dumps and timeless laughter. It’s therapeutic being so close to each other, so pure and loving. If you ask him, he would repeat this date a thousand times over.

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vanilladove · 5 months

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♡ Helloo, I saw that your requests are open, so can I request being the wife of Jouno [: ? Just Hcs and if you want a scenario (or sth else)

I'm gonna leave the rest up to you, I hope you have fun writing it and Thank you ^^

ugh i absolutely love jouno😻 he's so underrated, and i think this trope is adorable ♥︎ i added some spicy stuff oops

png creds eundior

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: jouno x wife!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff + suggestive (sex mentions)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: some nsfw content in the last section; read at your own discretion

~in general...

Husband!Jouno is the definition of "when he hates everyone but you". He only shows his soft side to you.

Gifted you a matching red rope earring with a bell that you wear on the opposite ear ♥︎

Despite making fun of and degrading literally everyone on the daily, Jouno craves your praise to the point where he'll get needy and start begging for reassurance lol.

Gets sassy during arguments/when you haven't given him enough praise and will use his ability to dissipate into thin air every time you get close to him until you eventually cave in and apologize/compliment him XD

Since he still needs to fulfill his evil urges but doesn't want to offend you, he resorts to teasing and excessive flirting. Won't give you any peace bc he picks up on every reaction.

Bc he’s constantly snarky and rude to others, his love language is words of affirmation since he saves his kindness for you.

~relationship dynamics

Extremely protective & possessive: whenever you're both in public, he always has an arm wrapped around you or on your shoulder; whenever passerbys ogle you or try to signal dirty things to you (they usually try stuff bc they notice that Jouno's blind), he always calls them out menacingly, threatening them enough to send them running away in fear.

Becomes your primary provider, basically making you a housewife lol. He would justify you not working/make you work from home bc he wants to keep you safe from people targeting him for being a Hunting Dog/ex-criminal executive.

When he's stressed after a busy day of mocking tecchou work, the first thing he does when he comes home is cuddle with you and listen to your heartbeat...it's basically like his white noise/comfort sound :,(

Basically your entire presence comforts him, probably lowkey develops attachment issues like a needy kitten hehe

Not much privacy between you two bc of his Super Senses™. He knows your heartbeat and "default" body settings (breathing patterns, fidgets, etc.) better than his own.

Because of this, he always wins arguments or gets the last word...

"Hmmph. I'm not mad"

"Yeah? Wanna explain why your heartbeat got faster then? Or why you exhaled loudly?"

"..."

"Ur mad :p"

You guys probably listen to ASMR together lol

Never strays too far from you and always is wrapped around you: hugging you from behind + resting his chin on your shoulder/kissing your neck whenever you're cooking or shopping for groceries.

Brings your home-cooked meals to work everyday (they're his fav food) and brags about how good his wife's food is (especially to Tecchou)

"An unrefined idiot like you would never understand the luxury of a wife's--what the hell, Tecchou? Are you putting chocolate syrup on your sushi?"

Since he’s blind, most of his compliments are about your personality and actions. He goes crazy from your signature perfume and prefers when you wear soft clothes (they’re the best for cuddling).

Occasionally, he’ll comment on how beautiful you are, even though he can’t actually see you. Whenever you mention that, he responds that he “just knows it’s true”. Otherwise, I think he would give you cheesy compliments about how you have “a beautiful aura” and stuff like that lol.

Husband!Jouno’s the type to easily become a yandere…

~spicy🤫

Husband!Jouno is a big fan of phone sex since he's needy and can't stand being away from you or not hearing your voice.

Likes eating you out/fingering you bc he can hear the heartbeat down there.

Forces you to not hide your voice, but doesn't actually care since he can still clearly hear your muffled moans.

An expert at dirty talk and won't shut up during sexy time...hopefully you have a praise/degrading kink...

Even though he mostly stays gentle with you, I think he still has a bit of a dacryphilia kink and is into impact play + rough sex bc of his past personality (。-∀-)

~fluffy vignette ♥︎

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"...."

Jouno already knew who was aggressively pounding on his office door. The two biggest idiots in the Hunting Dogs: Teruko and Tecchou. He scrunched his nose as a foul odor from behind the door crept up on him. Whatever it was, he wanted it gone. He had a plan: pretend he wasn't there until they lef--

"Oi, Jouno, we know you're in there! Open up, Damn it! Your captain's commanding you!" Teruko demanded in her usual high-pitched squeaky voice, now banging on the door. Still in line with his original plan, Jouno only remained silent since the last thing he wanted was to let the two smelly intruders into his clean, precious space.

"Captain, maybe he's not in there. It is almost lunch time, so he--" Tecchou started.

"Shut up! We already checked the break room, so--" Teruko suddenly went silent as her hand passed over the door knob, "Hey, it's unlocked..." Jouno winced as he heard her twist the knob and storm in along with Tecchou--not reacting fast enough to use his ability and escape the scene. He cringed as the smell assualted his senses; it was one that was too familiar--Captain Fukuchi's vomit. He impulsively plugged his nose as his face twisted. "See, Techhou, told'ya he was in here. What do have to say for yourself, huh, Jouno?"

Jouno only turned away disgustedly. "I didn't open the door for a reason, Captain. Some of us value hygiene around here. Plus you two stink--unless you're here for a reason, disrespectfully, leave." Jouno coughed dramatically, "I'm about to pass out."

Shock crossed Teruko and Tecchou's faces from the blatant rudeness, and before his hot-headed senior could go off on Jouno for 'disrespecting his elders', Tecchou butted in. "The captain threw up after drinking too much again, so we tried to clean it up since he has a meeting in an hour, but the smell won't go away, even though we tried everything." He clenched his fists sadly, "I even put flowers all over the pile on it to cover up the smell...I guess they died for nothing..."

Flowers? Over a pile of vomit? Now Jouno didn't know if he was going to pass out from the stench or the idiocy of his coworkers. Teruko sighed deeply, "After that, I tried using air freshener, but that made it smell worse somehow...Anyways, we were going to ask you if you knew where the bleach is."

"You two...Did you both lose all your braincells?" Jouno couldn't be more disappointed in everyone, starting with his raging alcoholic of a captain. Next, he turned to Tecchou, "What kind of moron uses flowers for cleaning? We're the Hunting Dogs, not the Hunting Fairies" He sighed as he felt a migraine forming, "God, I wish you would just di--" Jouno paused when he heard a familiar chime in the distance. Once he had confirmed a special someone's footsteps, he took off running, yelling to "call the janitors" and leaving the two confused behind him.

You sighed as you walked into the break room, bowing politely to thank the security guard for leading you there. You placed the lunchbox down on a table and held your face in embarrassment. You'd unknowingly slept in this morning and didn't have enough time to make or pack Jouno's lunch. It'd become an unspoken norm between the two of you to wake up at the same time, and you would cook a meal and stock up Jouno's work snacks while he got ready. Even though he never asked you to do it before, it became a habit after you'd gotten married. He'd always tease you about your "cute little housewife tendencies" like he wasn't the one who'd secretly made you into one. You were just about to call him to say you were there until you felt a strong pair of arms swiftly wrap around you.

"I missed you~" Your husband expressed, pulling you into a chair and seating you on his lap. You yelped as he buried his head into your chest and inhaled your scent. He adored the scent of your favorite perfume and the way you smelled like your shared home--like his. Jouno groaned as he drowned out the world listening to your heartbeat and you both shared an intimate moment of silence.

Smiling to yourself, you ran your fingers through his soft white hair as he pulled you closer. It was clear that he was stressed. "What's wrong, dear?" You asked, massaging his temples.

You giggled as he explained the situation and rubbed his shoulders. "Ah, I see. That sounds like something those two would do..." You looked down to the original reason you came, "Oh, right! I brought your lunch--it's your favorite," you paused, "Sorry for sleeping in today...You should've said something to wake me up..."

Jouno finally dug his head out of your chest to look up at you. "Oh, about that, I didn't wake you up on purpose. Your breathing was just so peaceful that I didn't want to disturb you..." You pursed your lips at that. "Besides, I knew you'd come to visit me at work! It's a win-win situation in the end!" You blushed at your husband's teasing; he'd won another one of his silly games yet again.

"Jeez...just wake me up next time...Anyways, I bought you some strawberry cake since there's a bakery close to the headquarters! Think of it as a thanks for all your hard work!" You perked, kissing his forehead lightly. It definitely wasn't meant to be an apology cake or bought because you were craving sweets.

"Yeah?" Jouno smirked, reveling in your praise. He caressed your sides, "My hard work, huh? What else about me are you thankful for?" You pouted as you realized you'd just been caught in a compliment trap--how gullible you were. It didn't help that Jouno was looking up straight at you and kneading your soft skin over your long dress.

Blushing, you started, "I'm thankful that you take care of me and our home. You're the bust cuddle partner...You have pretty hair and a nice voice, you're strong and..." You were about to continue until you looked to see Jouno's flushed face, he nuzzled into your chest again, muttering "I love you" lowly.

You beamed at the precious sight and lifted your husband's face up to yours. "I love you too, Jouno, so much." You brought your lips to his and kissed him sweetly, your red nails tugging softly on his hair and drawing quiet groans from him. He passionately kissed you back, hugging you tightly and angling your face to deepen the kiss, noting the way your heartbeat got faster and how your muscles relaxed in ease.

You pulled away suddenly after hearing koncks on the door, much to Jouno's disappointment. "It's just the janitor, we can still--"

"It's fine," You sighed, gently getting up from his lap and fixing your dress, "I'm meeting with some friends soon, so I should get going. You've got stuff to get back to, too. The world still needs saving!" Jouno pouted at that, missing your warmth on him and the sound of your pulse in his ears. "I'll see you at home, then. Keep up the good work!" You jokingly patted his head and turned away towards the door before he quickly grabbed the lunchbox and took your hand. He didn't want you to leave him just yet.

"W-wait, I'll walk you out. This place is big, so you might get lost. Security might not let you out since they won't recognize you. And there might be someone suspicious outsi--"

You giggled at his rambling, "Okay, I get it. Let's go~" You pulled him along and he wrapped his arm around your waist to lead you to the exit. He couldn't believe how utterly whipped he'd become for you, his beloved wife. His cheeks were red like the tips of his hair as he held your face and kissed you goodbye, watching as you drove away.

While the world knew Jouno as a sadistic ex-criminal fighting for justice, only you knew his soft side as a devoted and loving husband that would do anything for his pretty wife ♥︎

#vanilladove #vanilladovebsd #bungo stray dogs #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #jouno saigiku #saigiku jōno #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd fluff #bsd #bsd x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #not me repeating scenarios bye...#chat is this rushed

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restlessdayss · 20 days

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“Mommy Dearest”

♡ Feat! Kento Nanami x Fem! Reader!

♡ Summary! 18+ content, MDNI. Gentle Kento, P in V, unprotected sex (duh), belly bulge breeding kink w Kento, body-worship, praise, tit-play if you squint, cum-eating, cunnilingus, not necessarily filth—just fingering cum back inside.

♡ Notes! This took some time! But, it's out! Reblogs are appreciated, I also think you can tell I got lazy towards the end. And, this will become a series for JJK men—so, do be on the lookout for the next upcoming characters! Thank you, once again, enjoy reading! Credits to @rookthornesartistry for the gradient dividers!

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who comes home with a rose bouquet in one hand and his briefcase in the other.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who smiles at you running up to him, his once stoic expression changing as his hazel eyes look down at you hugging him.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who gives you the bouquet of roses, admiring how your eyes would light up the moment you smell the fresh aroma of the flowers, the pang! in his heart goes off when he sees your expression go gentle and the ends of your lips curl upwards.

“You like them, lovey?”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who asks his girlfriend, who so-excitedly nods her head in a way that answers his question correctly.

“Happy Mother's Day.”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who lowers his head to your head level, takes your hand in his and brings it closer to his lips, and presses a soft kiss on top of the soft skin.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who raises himself back to his astounding height. His gentle yet intimate gaze finds your shy yet lust-filled eyes that look at him with the need and want of more of his touch.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who beckons to your needs and wants, leans down and catches your lips in his. Your hand that once held the bouquet he’d given is now wrapped around his neck, the other hand on his cheek. The kiss becomes hot and heavy, both of you breathing heavily as soft moans travel through your mouths, tongues entangled in one anothers.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who picks you up and wraps his big, strong arms around your waist as your legs wrap around his.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who pulls away from the kiss, and sucks and kisses on your stretched neck. The tightness in his pants growing as he listened to your moans, the more he would kiss down, the more your moans would grow louder and the closer you’d get to your shared room.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who steps into your bedroom, almost immediately throwing placing you on the bed.

Zip! His dress pants become undone.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who takes his pants off, leaving him in his black staples, unbuttoning his light-blue Polo shirt, and loosening his tie.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who helps you undress, leaving you in your white bra and panties set.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose hands go around your back, finding the hook of your bra, and with a snap! of the bra’s band, he has it falling down your now exposed chest.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose eyes seem as if they're worshipping all your curves and defining features of your body. His hazel eyes now shining gold from the moon's luminescence glow from the crevices of your blinds—landing on your perked-up nipple covered in goosebumps as the AC in the room brushed past your body.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose rough yet soothing hands cup your mounds, two fingers, on one hand, rolling the bud between the finger's sides. His head dipping down to your other boob, his mouth latching onto the bud, tongue swirling around it, and teeth nibbling on the sensitive nub as his lips leave a pop! as his head and hands pull away from your chest. His head now going down your stomach, hair tickling your cool skin leaving more goosebumps around your body, large hands massaging your waist, teeth pulling and tugging at the lace band of your panties, pulling them down to your thighs as he blows on your clit, and his hands—now, they're placed on your hips, massaging the flesh that’s there.

“You're so beautiful, my love.”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose elbows spread your leg open, muscular arms wrapping around your legs as he kisses your inner thighs. His head getting dangerously close to your wet core, tongue laid flat out on your slit, licking a stripe up to your bundle of nerves, sucking and blowing air on the nub, making you shiver, yet, once again.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose tired, low eyes look up at you, admiring your disheveled state, how you'd whine his name out, head thrown back in the mattress, back arching. You looked serene, heavenly, even. He lets out a groan from you pulling his hair, the baritone in his voice vibrating throughout your dripping pussy, making the knot in your stomach suck the skin in before letting the skin out of its suction, letting the white and creamy fluid flow out of your guts and onto the bottom of Kento’s face. Who, of course, laps up all that you gave him, thinking of it as a reward for his ministrations.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who wipes the rest of your cum off his face, using the slick of the fluid as lube, using his middle and ring finger to insert inside you, curling and pumping his thick digits in the plush and warm flesh, spreading the fingers in a ‘V’ shape to stretch you out—making sure, you can fit his cock later on. Despite, having you accommodate his size many times, and in many ways.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who pulls his fingers out, sitting up and bringing them to his mouth as he sucks and licks his digits clean. His other hand pulls his boxers down, revealing his cock, angry-red tip leaking pre-cum, using the almost translucent liquid to coat his entire length, making sure it’d be easier for him to thrust in.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who takes his cock in his hand and aligns himself to your entrance.

“Deep breaths, beautiful.”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who leans down to your ear, and whispers gently to you. His thigh in between your legs to keep them open, the head of his cock disappearing in your soppy pussy.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who makes sure you feel him and not the pain that hurts between your legs. Fingers that were previously wrapped under his shaft, are now on your clit, rubbing the nub to help you feel less pain and more pleasure as he slid his length in. Inch, by inch, until THWOP! he had thrust his full length in.

“Good girl, you're doing great baby.”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who tells you, sweet-nothings, his eyes looking into yours, lovingly.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who leans down to your face, his thumb wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek, he kisses you, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he raises his hips before slamming them back down, his ministrations continuing until he builds a rhythmic pace.

SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose balls slap against your wet ass, the essence from your pussy making the flesh warm and gooey.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who feels you tightening on his cock, visible white cream creating a ring shape around his base as he thrusts in and out, in and out.

“Just let go, beautiful!”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who presses down on the bulge in your stomach, chuckling at the way you wail as your back arches off the bed, his hand tracing around the messy curve that poked out before he holds your waist, his thrusts slowing down as he groans, hot seed spilling inside your womb as you squirm underneath him.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who watches you writhe and grip the sheets beside your sides. He pulls his cock out, watching as his hot cum spills out of your gaping hole.

“Oh, we can't have that.”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who sighs, very rare to his character, but he had all the reason to be frustrated. I mean, how could you give him a mini-you when you're getting rid of his effort?

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who uses his fingers, once again, using them to plug his cum back in, trying to give you everything you've wasted so far.

“Shh, I know, I know.”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who shoves his cock back inside, pulling you up onto his lap as he massages your scalp, kissing the side of your temple as he thrusts back into your soppy pussy.

“I'm gonna fill you full… till your tummy’s filled with life!”

♥︎ Kento Nanami, who grunts, hot breath on your neck as he lets out deep moans, holding your waist in both of his hands as he looks at where you're both connected. He looks back up at you, eyes now filled with determination to get you pregnant, to give you both a baby of your own.

♥︎ Kento Nanami, whose head is now filled with the images of your round belly, your breasts full and plump with milk dripping down your perky nipples, soiling your soft, cotton maternity shirt. He lets out an elongated moan, his sensitive cock quick to shoot another loud inside your guts.

“H-Happy Mother’s Day.” Kento lets out a breathy chuckle, grinning at you softly.

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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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ADORE YOU [J.JK]

Summary: jungkook just wants to cook for you and love on you as a newly married couple.

>>pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader (she/her)

>>trope: established relationship

>>genre: fluff, fluff and fluff

>>word count: 917

>>warnings/tags: jungkook is just cheesy, mentions of jungkooks past with cooking(that one run bts ep), some tears of LOVE and Joy, short brief kisses, they're just vv cute :( lmk if I missed anything!

a/n - welll, uhm, I liked the live but damn bro at 4am? 😭 anyway, please enjoy this short piece of work, I'll be gone for a while. Please send feedback through reblogs or asks, it helps authors stay very motivated <333 {work is not proofread}

{Listen to 'Adore you' by Harry Styles as this is inspired by the song.}

~★~

"You don't have to say,you love me

You don't have say nothing

You don't have to say ,you're mine

Honey, I'll walk through fire for you

Just let me Adore You."

•★•♥︎•★•♥︎•

"You're gonna cook for me?"

"Of course. who else is gonna cook for my wifey?" Jungkook leans down at your figure sitting on the couch, placing a peck on your lips.

You both had just got back from your honeymoon and this is the first night in your shared home, and after a whole day of grocery shopping, Jungkook had decided to stand up and make a meal for you both.

You simply chuckle at his antics, deep down feeling a wave of worry as the last time Jungkook had cooked for you both, the food had stuck onto the plate.

"McDonald's can cook for us too, Kook and it'll be ready in no more than 30minutes." You suggest, hoping he would catch on.

But he doesn't.

"No, that's very unhealthy, we had nothing but unhealthy food during our honeymoon, so let's have something different. Hmm, Wifey?" He asks, head tilting to the side as he awaits your answer.

Looking at him draped in his White Nike shirt, that you suppose he got from Japan and his Grey Joggers ; you pout at him, hoping to persuade him.

Sighing you let out, "argh, fine. Promise you won't poison me?" As your response.

Fists meeting the air in victory and a funny walk that has him tilting to the side all the way to the kitchen, he let's out a strained response, "Don't worry, Princess! You're in good hands."

"Okay, My Prince Charming!" You shout back.

During the time that you scroll through the smart TV and your phone, it's clear to hear the tunes your Husband sings in the kitchen and it has you smiling from ear to ear.

What a beautiful voice he has. And he can sing to you all day and night, cause he adores you that much.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook hardly places the pot on the countertop, making you flinch at the sudden hit.

"Come, Princess!" He ushers.

You walk to the kitchen, dressed in something similar as him. Grey sweats and a oversized Prada shirt that belongs to Jungkook, while your hair is styled the way you like.

"Hmm, what's this, baby?" You question, peering at the meal in the pot.

He smiles at you, feeling proud and it had you feeling shy because of how he stares into your eyes when he explains.

"So, Princess. This is my famous Seaweed rice, with fried rice mix along with chicken breasts mixed in with sesame oil, soy sauce and gochujang. And that all for my Wifey." He finishes, lips meeting yours for a loving peck and when he pulls away, you almost want to dive right in for more.

Deciding to tease him, you walk closer to him, hands going around his neck, playing with the hair by his neck. In response his hands wrap around your waist as they rest above your ass.

"Am I the only one you've cooked this for? Just asking since it's so 'famous'."

"Yes, Baby. I used to eat this in college before I met your pretty ass." He responds coyly, Smirking at you, gaze never leaving your figure.

"Mhm okay, l-let's eat." You stutter.

You quickly let go of him, feeling hot all of a sudden as you grab a spoon to eat.

"Wait- let me show you how to eat it." Jungkook stops you, gently taking the spoon out of your hand.

He scoops some rice first and goes over to the pot, scooping his mix into it as well, and when he's done with that, he brings it up your lips, ushering you to open your mouth.

"Open, Princess."

You can't help but ask, "you sure this ain't poisoned, Mr Jeon?"

"Yes, Mrs Jeon. Now eat, you look very hungry, my angel." He chuckles.

You open your mouth to where the spoon can enter and he shoves the food into your mouth.

You chew it up, savoring the flavors, while Jungkook watches with doe desperate eyes waiting for your- preferably praises and compliments to his food.

Lowering the hand covering your mouth as you swallow, you dramatically wipe your hands, head nodding like a food critic.

"Its so good! Give me more." You burst into giggles as you watched Jungkooks eyes relax when you give him a compliment as loud as that.

He questions, "it's good, baby?"

You nod at him as you scoop the mix onto your rice, "soo good! Cook this for us everytime okay?"

Jungkook nods at you, making a cute noise with his mouth as he joins you, eating from the pot.

He feels very happy at this moment with his newlywed wife, in the kitchen eating from their newly purchased pots, in their newly purchased home that they worked very hard for.

"I adore you so much." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the baritone in his voice.

You shyly cower as you swallow the last bits of your food, "really?" You look up at the taller figure, staring deep into your eyes.

"Really. I love you so much, Mrs Jeon. Thank you for allowing me to be your husband."

"Aww, Kook. You're gonna make me cry- !I love you more." Tears build up at the corner of your eyes and you hide them by kissing Jungkook senseless.

It's not filled with tongue or the desire for sex, just filled with love and feelings.

Cause in this moment he just wants to adore you and you want to adore him too.

~♥︎~

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This week's writer spotlight feature is: @lexirosewrites! They have forty-four Stranger Things and forty-three Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson works on archive of our own!!

An anonymous nominator recommends the following works by lexirosewrites:

24-Hour Diner

On Thin Ice

And the Sun will Rise

Bandaids for the Heart

Waking Up In Vegas

A/B/O isn't for everyone, but Lexi writes it in a way that it IS. I've always been a fan of the trope, but Lexi writes A/B/O in a way that expands beyond the basics. They've expanded their universes to play with common A/B/O themes in ways I've never seen -- each one feels fresh and exciting. And yes, they're popular in their own right, but they have so many hidden gems!! I just adore them and the work they've done beyond the tropes and tags. They put so much work into their stories and building their community, pushing through all the fandom bullshit to bring joy to their bubble of fandom. They're easily my go-to author rec for anyone getting into steddie and/or A/B/O and they deserve all of the love!! And if you're seeing this Lexi, thank you for continuing to create and share your beautiful ideas with us. ♥ - anonymous

Below the cut, @lexirosewrites answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I love the chemistry that Steve and Eddie have. They’re two people who make no sense together and yet they make so much sense together? They have a good mix of parental issues and they’re on opposite sides of the social spectrum, which makes for a lot of fun exploring their relationship.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I’m a sucker for soulmate fics. They’re my true weakness in life.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I love to write about mutual pining. I enjoy making it clear that both parties are pining and suffering under the delusion that their feelings are unrequited.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

This is such a hard question. I don’t read as much as I used to, but the one I reread the most is “Consummate Professional” by Eddywow for sure. It’s just a cute fic and the smut is A+ as well!

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve worked through most of my favorite tropes at this point, but I’m excitedly planning a timeloop fic set in the omegaverse.

What is your writing process like?

It’s a bit of a mess, truthfully. I start with unorganized bullet points to brainstorm things I think will happen in the fic and slowly arrange that into a real plot with actual events and not just some loose threads of a story. Then, I just go chapter by chapter to put them in order and make changes as necessary after that.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I write omegaverse fics almost exclusively. Which I’d say probably qualifies as a quirk! I also just have a habit of writing recurring themes in many of my works. For the most part, they all have angst, lots of pining and miscommunication, and a perfectly cozy happy ending with a big bow on it.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Oh, I hate waiting. The moment a chapter or fic is done and someone has at least skimmed it over for big issues, it gets formatted and posted. The only times I wait are for events like the Big Bang or a gift for someone’s birthday!

Which fic are you most proud of?

“Bandaids for the Heart” is the work closest to my heart because I’m a nurse and I got to use my love for nursing to write about my job and craft a whole story out of it. I’m very proud of how it turned out and the fact that I finished it despite some personal challenges along the way.

How did you get the idea for 24-Hour Diner?

I actually got an ask on tumblr with the prompt that inspired me to write it!

When writing 24-Hour Diner, what was something you didn’t expect?

I actually have a longer Mafia AU fic and I was worried they’d end up being too similar, but I enjoyed finding little ways to distinguish it as its own fic.

What inspired On Thin Ice?

I love to ice skate and a friend in my discord server was gushing about HexieWrites’ “Carve Your Name Into My Chest,” which made me want to explore my figure skating background.

What was your favorite part to write from On Thin Ice?

There’s a scene where Steve gets injured and Eddie has to carry him off the rink. Every story has at least one “that’s the scene I really want to write!” and that was the one for this fic. I love some good hurt/comfort!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

That’s so hard to narrow down, but I’d have to say that it’s a scene from my fic “Bad Beat,” where Steddie are at prom and Eddie pulls out a granola bar from his tux pocket because he knows Steve likes them… even as Steve is fully planning on pranking him for a bet. It’s a heartbreaking scene and I think about it a lot.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’ve got lots of upcoming fics, but I can’t share most of the titles yet since they’re gifts! However, I have a The Greatest Showman inspired fic called “A Million Dreams” that’s getting posted in early January!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I’m honestly so grateful to have the support that I do for how niche most of my fics are. Most people in the Steddie community have been incredibly kind to me and I really appreciate it, even if omegaverse isn’t their cup of tea. I’m just here to have fun and make new friends!

Thank you to our author, @lexirosewrites, and our nominator! See more of @lexirosewrites' work featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer's Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#steddie fic recs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #writer's spotlight #writer's wednesday #lexirosewrites

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bitchinfawkseh · 5 months

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Hii!! I was wondering if you could do a fic of dean with a coquette reader? Like a super femme reader who is obsessed with bows pink stuff ect? Ps I really like your tt🫶🏻

Pages of Affection

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Summary: You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.

W.C: 1288

A/N: ahhhh my first req! ty! Sorry this took so long for me to write. I've been very busy with school and work.

Book after book, page after page, and still nothing. Nothing that would help you with this case or future cases - and Dean's grumbling and complaining was getting annoying. You adjusted the bow that was pinning your hair back away from your face - sometimes it got all slanted and looked weird. And you'd rather not have Dean tease you about it again.

"We should have just made Sammy do the research." Dean started. You rolled your eyes and let out a deep, heavy sigh. "I can't focus when you're whining."

"I'm not whining -"

"You are!" You interrupted, shooting him a mean glare. Dean went silent, and you decided to enjoy it while it lasted. You flipped open an older and more worn heavy book, the edges were frayed, and there were tons of scratches on the cover. Two flimsy pieces of paper fell out, landing in your lap. They looked to be old, too, with how dirty the paper was and how it smelt amazing.

You purse your lips together and carefully pick it up, rubbing the material between your fingers. It felt more like parchment rather than modern-day printer paper. "What's that?" Dean asked, trying to peek at the papers. You shook your head and shrugged, you weren't sure what it was until you unfolded it. Messy scrawl and an easily read "My love," addressed at the top. You slowly smiled as you read through the love letter, it was so sweet… so romantic.

My love,

You've been on my mind for quite some time now, and it's getting harder each day to forget about you. I have known you for close to six years now. And as time passes, I fall deeper in love with you. Sometimes, it's tough for me to express myself. Whenever I talk to you, I get flustered. Whenever I talk to somebody else about you, I get tongue-tied. You make my heart jump every time I see you. It's crazy that you are oblivious to your effect on me. But that is a part of your charm. The moment I laid my eyes upon you, I knew that my heart would forever be yours. Your beauty, both inside and out, is unmatched and your kind and loving spirit only adds to my admiration for you.

You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I cannot imagine a life without you, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I love you now and forever.

Forever yours,

George

"Oh… Dean, look." You said, passing him the letter as you went to read the second one. This might be the sweetest thing you've ever read, this George guy sure had a way with words. Dean watched with raised brows as you scanned the second letter, a soft happy smile on your face. Who knew someone else's love life could make you so happy? He swallowed hard and started to read what you handed him. It was… cheesy to say the least. It sort of made him cringe, to be honest. "You like this stuff?" He snorted.

You frowned. "It's romantic."

"It's cheesy, is what it is."

"He loved whoever he sent this to very much, who cares if it's cheesy?" You asked. Dean cocked a brow and looked you up and down, from your floral dress to your mary-janes. Something you'd only ever wear if it was a "chill day", when you were out in the action, you'd opt for jeans and boots. "You like this stuff?" He asked. You nodded and your eyes briefly met his. "It's sweet."

His lips thinned slightly, "Huh."

And here he was, hours after you and Sam had both gone to bed, trying to write you a love letter. Dean tried to go with a rhyming scheme for a while - until he tried to rhyme your name with something that wasn't completely stupid and couldn't think of anything and scrapped that idea.

He thought about just copying the love letter you found - or something from online but that would be stupid. You could tell, and it wouldn't show he tried to put any effort in at all. Dean glanced over at your curled-up sleeping form, wearing a cute pink vintage nightgown that you nearly flipped your lid over when you saw it in the thrift store. You did love all of that… girly stuff. It was very endearing.

Then, he suddenly got some inspiration. Dean picked up his pen again, scribbling some things down on the paper. He knew what he wanted to write - but he didn't know how to word it. Dean appreciated you too much for it to be half-assed - or something that could be taken the wrong way with how it was worded.

And soon, the words just started to flow.

The next morning, Dean took you out for a coffee and some pastries at the local shop. The letter he wrote for you was snug in his coat pocket - waiting for your eyes and only your eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped one of his clammy palms on the expanse of his jeans as he sat down on the bench next to you. You briefly looked over at him, taking a tiny sip from the herbal tea he had gotten for you. “So, what’s the occasion?” You asked. Dean’s brows furrowed and he chuckled nervously, he swore that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. “What? No occasion…”

Your eyes narrowed, “Dean.”

“Okay! Okay, I… I have something for you - but don’t laugh, okay?” He swallowed hard and started to dig through his pocket. Your face immediately softened and you turned to face him, whatever it was - it was important to him.

Then, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with your name addressed on the front of it. “I tried real hard, okay? So… don’t laugh.” Dean warned - but with the slight waver in his voice, you could tell that he was very nervous. You took the delicate piece of paper from him and carefully unfolded it. The first line was enough to make your heart swell and for butterflies to form in your stomach.

Hey,

I don’t really know what to write… you know I’m not the mushy-gushy kinda guy, but I wanna try for you. I wanna start this off by saying I think you’re the prettiest woman out there, no doubt in my mind (and the bows you like to wear in your hair are damn cute.) You’re my whole goddamn world… you know, I purposefully try to make you laugh all the time too because it honestly sounds better than any Zeppelin song (don’t tell anyone I said that.) All it needs is a good guitar solo… kidding. Anyway, you’re my sweet girl who adores all that cute girly and flowery stuff, hell, I even let ya put that old heart key chain on my keys for Baby - nobody gets to fuck with Baby, except for you. I love you, more than words can say. I know I don’t tell you a lot, but I do.

I love you.

Your bottom lip jutted out and you clutched the piece of paper to your chest, “Dean…” He surveyed your reaction carefully with wide eyes, did you like it? Did you hate it? Finally, you practically threw yourself into his arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “This is the sweetest thing ever.” You beamed. Dean let out a relieved chuckle and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, he (not so) discreetly inhaled the scent of your hair, smiling faintly when the light fragrance of flowers hit him. “Glad ya like it, sweetheart.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spnfandom

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roronoaism · 2 months

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♥︎ SWAN SONG ♥︎

+ warnings: dom! fem reader, college au? (briefly mentioned), wlw relationship, semi-public sex (they're fucking in a closet), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, tit sucking, porn with plot(?)

+ ft: black swan x ballerina! fem reader

+ wc: 1k

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ notes: IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR BLACK SWAN OMFG! also shes ooc, sorry for that <3

the music whirled throughout the dance studio, echoing off the walls. you practiced your routine, attempting to drill it into your head. the recital was only a week away, and you had to be on your best foot, quite literally.

there, sat your girlfriend, black swan. she was graceful, just like your ballet moves. you had always done ballet, from such a young age. you predicted you would still be doing it, and you predicted you would struggle attempting to juggle your college courses and your undying love for dance.

but never in your life did you predict you would have such an angel of a girlfriend. god, it was like she was heaven sent. her voice, her movements, her style, it was everything you wanted to reflect in your recital - pure elegance laced with a tad bit of mystery.

after going through the movements once more, you take a break, sitting next to your girlfriend.

"you were beautiful, as always." she replies, her purple eyes smiling at you.

"thank you, but it wasn't anything too impressive." you reply, blushing from your girlfriends comment.

"anything my darling does is beautiful in my eyes. now, do you want to be done for today, or shall i watch your graceful movements more?" she ask, smiling gently as her soft, delicate hands held yours.

"hm, we can be done. i kinda want to go to the campus cafe, at least before psychology.

"well, let's do that after. i have something planned for you." black swan whispers near your ear, grabbing your hand. without further words, you were dragged through the dance studio, brought to an empty-looking closet.

"swan, we can't be in here! what if we get caught, my instructor will be pi- displeased." you catch yourself before cussing, as it was looked down upon in your studio.

"oh, my love, they won't catch us in here. just don't be too loud, hm?" she giggles, shutting the door quietly behind the two of you. her hands find their way to your shoulders, draping her slender arms as she presses kisses to your cheeks and jaw, eventually reaching your lips in a delicate kiss.

"see? not too bad, hm?" black swan giggles, pulling you down onto the floor with her, getting a small squeak from you as you find your way between the lilac-haired female's legs.

you smile, the dim lighting making it difficult to see. "fine, we can do what you want. just please, let's try to avoid me getting kicked out?"

she nods, bringing her soft, pale lips to yours in another kiss. her hands find their way to your hair and shoulder, intertwining themselves with your strands while her other hand mindlessly toys with your bra strap.

the kiss slowly becomes more heated, your hands rubbing circles into her hips, her desperation for you becoming more apparent. reacting to her growing needs, your hands move towards her black skirt.

moving the fabric up, you push her black lace panties aside, running your fingers up her slit. "you filthy little swan, you knew i would give in, hm?" you coo in her ear, a small giggle falling from her lips.

you kiss her again, pushing one finger into her. black swan moans into your mouth, her hands wrapping around your shoulders.

"you don't have to be so delicate with me" she groans, smirking. "i've been waiting the whole time as i watched you practice. i'm sure we can both feel how soaked i am, twinkle toes" she teases, earning a grunt from you as you slide another finger in.

she moans softly, resting her head against yours. you unbutton her shirt with your free hand, as the other one curls up into her pussy, moans and soft praise falling from her lips as you hit her perfectly. after freeing her chest from her shirt, you unclip her bra, exposing her chest to the air. without warning, your lips find their nipple, taking it into your mouth and sucking slowly, a gentle whimper falling coming from the woman in front of you.

"'m close, doll." she mumbles, soft moans and pants spilling from her mouth like a beautiful song wrote for you.

you pull your fingers out, smirking at black swan as she groans in frustation. "i was so close, you really shouldn't keep a woman waiting."

"you were close the entire lesson i bet."

"i was" she sighs, smiling. "not my fault my girl is more beautiful than the stars."

you roll your eyes, smiling at her sweet comments, before moving your head down, kissing her clit. your tongue darts out, licking her pussy as your finger rubs figure eights around her clit.

"jesus, graceful on her feet and with her body" black swan groans from above you, her hand finding perch in your hair, tugging lightly. with each tug, you groan into her cunt, diving your tongue in and fucking her with it.

the graceful lilac-haired beauty pants and groans, a her free hand darting to cover her mouth, hiding her louder moans. she cums quickly and without warning, coating your face. you continue your ministrations, helping her ride out her orgasm, before coming up, wiping your face off and licking any of her cum off your fingers.

"you cheeky little thing, always attempting to fluster me, hm?" she ask, smiling, blush dusted across her face.

you kiss her cheek, grabbing her hand and helping her up. "you're acting as if you don't do the same. i felt you eye fucking me the entire time i was practicing, it was quite distracting."

"not my fault your tutu rode up a tinsy bit." black swan remarks, sneaking you back out of the closet. "now how about that coffee you wanted? on me, for that amazing head i just got~"

"swan!!" you groan, looking around to see if anyone heard as your girlfriend giggles.

#honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr #hsr x reader #star rail #star rail smut #black swan #black swan hsr #black swan x reader #black swan smut #♥ - vinnies corner #i wriote this with my pussy #god i love black swan

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eddie and roan | you realise how happy you are, which leads to some late night tears. eddie comforts you, and roan wants a hug too ♥︎ dad!eddie munson x fem!reader

The filter on the fish tank makes a droning but quiet sound. You wonder how Lucky the fish is faring with his Christmas themed decorations, and struggle to think back on the day and remember if he's been fed his allotted pinch of fish flakes.

You can't move to check.

Sorry, Lucky, you think, looking down at your small family with a big smile. Eddie's wiped, sleeping deeply enough that his lips have parted, and you can feel the heat of every breath he exhales against your neck. His hair tickles you with each rise and fall of his shoulders.

Rammed to your ribcage lies his daughter Roan. She's slipping further and further into your lap, tiny hand pressed to your tummy, heat lining every contiguity between you. Like Eddie, she runs hot. With their warmth on each side and the air conditioning up high, you're definitely sweating. Your stomach gurgles passionately, dinner a forgotten ideal, and you've needed to use the bathroom for the last twenty minutes. You're hungry, the fish is hungry, but you refuse to disturb them.

Roan looks like she's made of silk when she sleeps. Eyes closed sweetly, lashes skimming the skin under her eyes, there isn't a wrinkle to be found on her smaller face, no stress, no lines. She has a freckle under her lips, like Eddie has a freckle under his eye, a dark beauty mark that you touch very gently. She smiles in her sleep.

This is everything you've ever wanted. Everything you thought you might never have.

Eddie had fallen asleep trying to soothe you, your arm pulled loosely to his chest, his callused fingertip stroking long, feather light lines down the length of your arm over and over as you'd watched TV. A Charlie Brown Christmas is long over. You've muted the sound altogether, advertisements flashing up one after another.

Eddie's hand twitches around your wrist, pulling you closer, and in tandem, Roan's hand rubs over your midriff like she's looking for you. They push in closer.

You think of all the times you've worried about being alone. How often have you cried over that? Terrified you'll never find someone. A very private, and yet very widespread fear. That you'll be alone forever, and that it will hurt the whole time.

You'd just — you'd seen him and Roan in the grocery store for the tenth time, in his overalls with his hair a little bit limp from a full day, and Roan had been younger but not any less lovely, and it had been terrible timing, really, but you couldn't not speak to him.

The way he'd spoken to her had clued you in to his heart. You know now that he's a dick, a sweetheart but a fucking dick, who's sarcastic and picky and play fights at the first sign of mutiny. He does ridiculous stuff in bed that should kill the mood and never does, he makes you feel loved everywhere you go. And loving him is just as fun as being loved by him; kissing him all softly to get your way and to watch his lovesick defeat; brushing his hair straight out of the shower while the water drips on your shirt so you can curl each piece one at a time around the handle; crawling up the length of the bed and into his lap to watch him try to hide his blush. You'd do a lot of bad things for him if it meant he'd be happy and safe.

You'd do even worse to protect Roan.

This is it, right? You and Eddie are getting married. Roan loves you as a daughter loves their mom. It's two days until Christmas, you're first together in the home you've made, and they're both sleeping soundly.

You don't really realise you're crying. You're so happy, and your eyes start to sting, hand carding through Roan's unbound hair in a fruitless attempt at self-soothing.

You tremble with tears. They aren't dramatic, there's no sobbing, just cheesy happy tears with a great big smile the whole time. Still, your sniffling wakes one of your babies, the bigger mess of curls scratching over your collar.

"Hey," Eddie mumbles, "was I sleeping, lovebug?" He crosses his hand over your chest. It lands unapologetically in the curve of your neck.

"Lovebug?" you ask, tears abating quick, replaced by a cheerful and startled laughter.

"Is it too late to try new ones?" He sits up, hand to your jaw, your face, then dropped as he leans away. His back clicks three different times. "Sorry if I was heavy."

"Eddie, you're not heavy" you say quietly. In what world have you ever cared? He can climb all over you any hour of the day for the rest of time if he likes.

"Ro slept too?" He scrubs his eyes, pulls all the hair out of his face, and catches you red handed, wiping tears off of your tacky cheeks.

"It's not-"

"What's wrong?"

"-what it looks like," you finish.

"No, seriously, what's wrong?" His tone leaves no room for argument.

"I was thinking about you. About us. I'm really happy, you know?" Tears rise up again. "I'm so happy. So, so happy, Eddie."

There aren't any other words to describe how you're feeling. This is pure, constant happiness. Sure, you and Eddie argue sometimes, Roan can be hard to handle, work sucks and everything is too expensive, but you're happy. Life is what you want.

"My love," Eddie says grandly, a hint of genuineness softening his otherwise theatric delivery, "don't cry, I'm begging you. Not over that."

He moves in without hesitation for a hug. "Are you real?" he asks, lips pressed to your cheek, arms an irreplaceable security needle behind your back. "Come on. Love you so much, you know that? And I'm- so happy you're happy. M'happy too. Gonna make us this happy forever."

"I'm so lucky," you add, and that's it, you're dissolving into tears underneath him. He tsks, doubling down his comforting efforts.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Is there something that's making you think about all of this?"

"Only good things. I promise."

"Okay." He rubs your back, kissing the side of your head. "God, you freaked me out. Not that you can't tell me everything, 'cause you can, but I really wasn't expecting it. Like, shock horror."

You laugh, giddy, his touch and his voice both working to relax you. "Chill, lovebug."

He snorts, digs his nose into your neck like a shithead.

You feel smaller arms come to life, a warm body trying desperately to worm its way between you and Eddie.

"Let me in," Roan complains sleepily. "I want a hug too."

You're reluctant to let Eddie go, even though it's Roan, because it might've just been the best hug you've ever had. You and Eddie part on the left to let her in, and you kiss her cheeks in sync without meaning two. She smells amazing, baby shampoo and Johnson's almond and honey soap.

"Is it Christmas yet?" Roan asks.

Tired and yet her priorities stay the same.

"Not yet, babe." Eddie pats her back, placating. "Can you hear that? That sound, like thunder?"

"Yeah?"

"That's Y/N's stomach. Come help dad make dinner?"

Roan kisses you and sighs as Eddie picks her up like she weighs nothing. She holds out her hands to you, bleary eyes widening in surprise.

"Save me," she pleads, a soft mirror of her dad's drama.

"Don't save her, she's fine."

You stand up, stretch, and watch them both disappear around the corner of the hallway toward the kitchen. "I'm gonna save her," you call. Your voice drops to a murmur. "After I feed poor Lucky."

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff

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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY!!!!! THANK YOU <33333

Gonna ask some relationship hc w leyley!! It could be yandere if you like (I mean she is one already but-yk)

Ashley Graves X gn!reader - Relationship Headcannons

TW: Ashley is manipulative, she's a red flag but I'm colorblind, everyone has a foul mouth, mentions of cheating and kissing, Ashley is very emotionally dependent.

♥︎ Notes: I thought about making Ashley a yandere, but then I reflected on what Anon said and thought... they're right, LOL. I'm always happy to supply content for TCOAAL, and I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to request! I hope these meet your expectations. <3♥︎

Ashley Graves is impulsive, stubborn, cleverly stupid, and a pain in the ass.

If I had to describe dating Ashley I'd say it's like riding a roller coaster but never knowing when it'll drop.

When you first met her, you were blinded by her beauty (her tits) and decided to walk up to her for a number.

She was flustered that someone was interested in her, sure she's had people walk up to her before, but it was because they were always more interested in her brother than her.

But once she realized you were in it for her, she never let you go again.

It started with frequent house visits. She'd sleep over without asking, and just like a stray-cat that cuddles up to you, you couldn't say no.

She'd try to cook you for you! Every morning where she aserted herself into your day, you'd wake up to the wonderful smell of burning shit. When you went to your kitchen with a loving fire extinguisher in your hands, you'd see she was cooking eggs and some unidentified meat.

You'd walk up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, never telling her you're only doing this because her hair smells like cherries and if you don't you're pretty sure you'll pass out from the smoke.

"Y/N, why is there a fire extinguisher in your hands?"

"Early Christmas."

"Liar."

Dates were fun, too! Even though you'd organize the actual dates like eating out, going to amusement parsl, carnivals, and the like, her dates would be along the lines of staying at home and cuddling. You might call it boring, but to Ashley, a perfect date would be where you're both left alone with only eachother to give company.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, would be able to see her precious Y/N except her.

And not that you minded anyways, you enjoyed spending time with Ashley, even if half that time was her being exhausting.

Speaking of which, exhausting, you ask? How is little ol' Ashley exhausting?

Be it a nice co-worker, a pleasant stranger, a funny waiter, or even that woman who works at the deli that gives you that cheap vegan processed ham with bacon bits, Ashley hated the fact you even acknowledged them.

It often became her favorite topic to annoy you with.

While cuddling on the couch (iykyk), Ashley began to look at you with intense eyes. You knew what these eyes meant. It was a warning sign that she was about to ask you something that could potentially piss you off. Of course, she didn't care about that part, all you needed to know was she was going to ask and you'd better be honest.

"N/M, do you love me?"

"Sure I do, you're my girlfriend after all."

Ashley wrapped her arms around your neck a little tighter, "So then," her face darkened, "would you ever cheat on me?"

You sighed, this line of questioning was becoming less and less of the 'would you love me if I was a worm' deal and more of the 'whose that bitch you were talking to' deal.

"No, Ashley, I wouldn't. Why would you feel the need to ask me that?"

Ashley raised her head from your chest and opened her mouth, her final statement ready to fire,

"So then why do you still look at other people if you would never cheat?" Her eyes narrowed on you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples, "Jesus Ashley, now I can't even have simple eye contact with people?"

She blew a breath of annoyance, "why would you even make eye contact?! I'm the only one you should be looking at, N/M!"

You went to push Ashley off of you, already sick of her shit.

"No! Do you even still love me?! All you do is go to work, go to school, hang out with your stupid friends, and ignore me!"

"I'm not doing this with you AGAIN, Ashley! Just because I know or talk to other people does not mean I'm screwing them! Jesus Ashley, you would think we'd be over this by now..."

Ashley pouted and blinked the tears in her eyes away, "...fine. leave me then, see if I care."

She sits up and goes to the opposite end of the couch.

"You're sitting on my feet, Ashley."

Ashley turned her head away and ignored you.

You hated it when she got her way, but you also couldn't stand to see her so upset. After all, she was only upset because she missed you.

Sighing with defeat you said softly, "I'm sorry I don't pay enough attention to you, Leyley. Life distracts me sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't still love you. This weekend I'll cancel with my friends and we can go on a date. "

She hummed, "id rather we stay in and watch a movie."

"Which movie?" You coax your girlfriend for a smile,

"...Hypergore Splatterbrains 4," She looked at you and grinned.

"There's my pretty girl," you wrapped an arm around her waist, "alright, you happy now? Will you stop bitching about people in my life who I will NEVER cheat on you with?"

She brought a finger to her bottom lip, "Nah, maybe a kiss will convince me?"

She looked at you with a devious smirk, you sighed. "Cmere you," Ashley giggled and jumped on top of you, sharing a loving kiss.

Yeah, Ashley is exhausting.

But in a way, you're happy she's yours. You couldn't be happier, even if her cooking skills are shit, she's a tad bit possessive, and she leaves passive aggressive notes in your lunchbox when you go to work.

You love her either way.

"Hey N/M?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

You sighed with content and wrapped your arms around her waist, "Yes Leyley, I love you. Do you love me?"

Ashley laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat,

"I love you, N/M~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

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sysig · 3 months

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How much of me is me? (Patreon)

#Doodles #UT #Handplates #Sans #Papyrus #Another one that I cried to while drawing hehe ♪ Hhhhh I love their dynamic so much <3 <3 ;;#Sans' apparent disinterest in hurting Gaster is deeply interesting to me - we see him punch Gaster in Mercyplates even! :0 #I can't help but feel that a good portion of it is Papyrus being there with him when Gaster gives them his arm haha #Would he have been as well-behaved if he'd been by himself? I wonder :)#But generally I read it as him having grown up <3 They've both matured so beautifully by that point it's just ah- such a treat to read #Their transition from their childhood to their teens and young adulthood into themselves is just jdlksafhdsfd it's incredibly well written!#I say ''I wonder'' quite a lot lol but that's just speculation - watching them grow into themselves is So Incredibly satisfying <3 #It feels so natural to watch them become themselves ♥ It's beautiful ♪♫#And their sibling dynamic is truly unrivaled <3 They support each other! Lift each other up! Where one stumbles the other catches him!#I love them so much ahh #Papyrus' emotional intelligence gets me so bad <3 The sweetest lad #I feel like it would bother Sans that he/they have Gaster's memories and not their own #It makes me especially sad to think about everything he missed of them - if only you hadn't fallen behind on the footage Gaster! >:0 #They already have some pretty incredible identity issues just throw being pieces of him in every sense into the mix #They're grown from him and even when they got away and built themselves that still got subplanted with memories that aren't even theirs!#It's a rough spot #Papyrus though ♥ Always knows what to say hehe #Reaffirming that Sans is the most important person to him - that they are to each other - that no matter what they're brothers #And that no matter what - even having Gaster's memories or being without memories at all - that Sans is a good person #That it's not out of self-preservation or trying to do it for Papyrus' sake (even if that is a lot of it haha)#That /Sans/ is the one making that decision of his own volition and his own morals and beliefs #And that he loves and supports him no matter what <3 #''I know you can be a good person. You can choose to do the right thing'' and ''I see you being a good person. You're doing the right thing'#Hhhh <3 I love them <3

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starberry-cupcake · 19 days

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Alrighty, here we are again

previously, in harrowcita the ninth:

this happened

currently, after ch. 2 (once again, I wanted to read more but realized these notes were too long):

first off, I need to point out something very important

reading the first part of gideon, this was how the dynamic of her and harrow felt like, from gideon's pv in the first chapter or two

this is what it actually was like, now that I have harrow's pv

so, now that we've cleared that up, let me tell you about the emperor

I don't know about this guy

something's not adding up for me

I feel like he's either lying, telling half-truths that benefit him or he doesn't know what he's doing

and none of those options are very god-tier

he's also constantly going like "harrow, I'm gonna let you choose" and five minutes later he's "oh, actually, you never had a choice to begin with, I'm so sorry about that"

I don't think you're sorry if you've done it like 3 times since we've met you

maybe say what you actually mean, unless you're full of lies

he takes harrow on a walk through the clown death star ship he's got going on

and takes her to his coffin hangar

shows her coffins of the people he made to send to the ninth

the new ninth people

aiglamene is gonna have to work overtime

(I can't believe I've never forgotten her name)

and then there's coffins for all the little friends we made in canaan house

:) ♥

except there are a bunch missing people

let me just note the info we got

the second says "no human remains inside"

last we saw them, martita was KO and judith was bleeding to death

nobody from the third as well, and we already have suspicions about wtf is happening with these parsley and cilantro twins

from the sixth, one is empty because CAMILLA ISN'T DEAD GODDAMMIT

the other one has little pieces of palmolive in it

me picking up the pieces of palmolive from the decor of canaan house

there is one coffin for not!dulcinea

the emperor guy says he's taking her with the other lyctors

as long as he flushes afterwards, it's fine

we are, by the way, trying very hard to not mention gideon ever, apparently

just wanna point out real quick that THERE'S A LOT OF PEOPLE UNACCOUNTED FOR and this guy is GOD so he's doing a terrible job

or he's not saying all he knows

or both

all this time, ice cube barbie is tagging along

ice cube barbie is harrow's babadook, which I stan tbh

since she's here to stay, let me show you another pic of that doll because it's my favorite from the haunted beauty collection

so, the emperor starts telling harrow what they're fighting against (or escaping from) and where they came from

this man explains what he wants and leaves out what he wants

at one point, when harrow asks something like "how will you explain all the dead people?" he goes like

he asks harrow about death and the process of it and she says, at one point:

"In cases of apopneumatic shock, where death is sudden and violent, the energy burst can be sufficient to countermand osmotic pressure and leave the soul temporarily isolated. Whence we gain the ghost, and the revenant."

this is important for the later conversation about revenant beasts, which are the things that the emperor is having trouble with

but I highlighted it because I am adding it to my notes of "reasons why gideon could be not dead forever"

I am holding on to all the hope I can get

because if sudden violent death can leave the soul temporarily isolated and not do the due process of transitioning to the river or whatnot

and gideon isn't within harrow or whatever

maybe

maybe she's somewhere else

I don't know, let me have this, don't tell me anything, just

LET ME HAVE THIS

so yeah, basically the story is that the emperor is running away from nine revenant beasts, which were created during the resurrection, when a planet was blasted off

nine beasts like nine houses

there's three left now

I don't know about all of this, you guys

I don't have enough context and I don't trust this guy here

how do I know where we stand in all this?

what if he's not the good guy and what he did was some planetary bullshit to begin with?

what if the other side is the good guys?

what if he's killed by one of our heroes? like harrow or gideon or camilla?

because he's actually a false god jerk?

what if I kill him????

and then we have two last important things

first, barbie ice cube speaks now

love that for her

then, very crucial

the non-gideon mentioning seems to be a Thing

I don't know if I'm understanding correctly but

the emperor mentions ortus

ortus, the one we knew, our old pal from the ninth

and I got the feeling, idk if I got it, that he just assumed ortus was the cavalier she had with her

because 1) he didn't go down there and 2) no body was recovered

and then harrow also mentions ortus, but she says he "died thinking it was the only gift he was capable of giving" and that she "wasted it" and idk if she did that because she's blocking sad memories, she's confused because she's Not Doing Great Mentally Right Now, she doesn't wanna tell the emperor what actually happened, or all three

there's stuff about ortus I don't know, but that sounds to me more like what gideon said than what ortus "Got Blown To Bits With Mom In Ship" did

and then the emperor says his name again with suspicion and I'm like

I think this clown doesn't know

I think he doesn't know about gideon

I think he doesn't know about gideon or who gideon actually is

which we don't know yet either but it's probably important

because she's hercules, as previously established

I think maybe gideon is an outlier

an important planetary outlier

I have hopes

also, another day without camilla

god (not this one) I hope I can make shorter recaps but there's so much happening, I'm so sorry

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #long post #the locked tomb

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squirmhoney · 6 months

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AEGON- NSFW ALPHABET

A/N: What is this? I guess you guys got what you wanted ♥ Warnings: Dark. Voyeurism. Smut. Non con. Dub Con. Naïve reader Kink. 18+

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

He’s sweet. Especially when he’s taken advantage of you. Wanting to reassure you with soft words or gentle touches, making sure you’re okay. The times that you’re angry with him, telling him he took things too far, he tries so hard to be patient with you. But if you really won’t give in, he’d probably just let you be, knowing you’d eventually crawl into him knowing that no matter how fucked it your relationship is, you don’t want to be away from him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of their partner's)

Breasts. You know he’s an absolute perv so before you ever get together he’s always trying to figure a way to “accidentally” brush his hand against them. But it ends up with him just full on groping you when you’re alone, trying to come up with pathetic excuses like it was part of his massage or he just wanted to do a check up on you. And in your naive mind you let him.

But then it gets worse, when he’s finally underneath your t-shirt, mouth latched around your nipple. He’d tease you for ages as he licks and grazed his teeth around your sensitive nipple, making sure to give both of them the right amount of attention until your putty in his hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically.)

This man has a thing with cum.

When he first claimed you, he made sure to breed you to the point where a ring of cum had formed around his cock. Then every time he fucks you, he makes sure to do the same. But it gets worse when he feels insecure, thinking there’s a possibility you could leave him. He’d make sure you’d be covered in it, in him. Then he knows you’re his.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t think he has many dirty secrets, especially when you’re together. Aegon likes you catching him doing dirty things before you’re even together. Finding your panties covered in his cum, hearing him moan your name when he’s in the shower by himself or even waking up with his hands in places they really shouldn’t be. He wants you to know how much he wants you, how much he really needs you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Before he could have you, Aegon had a few girls here and there. But he never cared about them, always using them for his own selfish pleasure. Each day with you he’s learning something new like how sensitive your nipples are when he plays with them gently or how wet you can get just from him grinding against you. Before you know it he knows you like the back of his hand.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Any position where he can press his forehead against yours. Where his pathetic wet eyes can stare into yours and tell you that he needs you like the air he breathes. He wants to see you lie about how you’re not enjoying yourself, only for you to moan in the middle of what you’re saying. Being able to see you all choked up, makes him want to bury himself further inside of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

While he is more serious in the moment, he can definitely joke around with you. If you’re both enjoying it and you crack a smile at him, you know he’s smiling too, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your beautiful lips. But there are darker moments too when not even a faint smile can reach your lips only a wicked grin from him as he delivers another unforgivable thrust inside your walls.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think he keeps it groomed down there, he lets it grow however. He’d only do it if you ask and yes it’s blonde down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Aegon is always trying to be romantic, covering your face in kisses and telling you how much you both need each other. He always wants to make you feel cherished but it doesn’t always go to plan. Sometimes he’s too busy dragging you to the room by the nape of your neck, forcing you onto the bed to make it clear to you that there is no one else for you but him. But there’s an intimacy in those glassy eyes, something that keeps you hooked on him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Aegon is a very insecure man and he gets jealous easily. It’s bad every single time but you won’t know until you’re behind closed doors, his wet eyes pressing into your skin. He’ll make sure to leave his mark with harsh bites across your neck and bruises from how tight he grips your hips. There’s no uncertainty in him at the end of the night when you’ve covered in him in more ways than one. Because what other man would want you now.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

There’s not many kinks that Aegon doesn’t like, except from the really fucked up ones. I think he loves tying you up so you’re completely helpless to him. At first it was just something he wanted to try for his birthday, able to use you in ways without any protest from you. But after doing it once, he’s having to stop himself from doing it again, realising it wouldn’t be fair to have you constantly like that. But he loved having you at his mercy.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Aegon loves having you in the comfort of his bed but we all know there’s something about sneaking you into concealed places to do it. Places that you definitely shouldn’t be doing it. In your bathroom at your parents house after he trapped you in there with him. Or in public restrooms where your family is a few metres away. He likes to risk everything with you, an edge of fear in your eyes at the thought of being caught. He likes you like that.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

You.

Because let’s be honest, anything you do drives that man mad. Especially when you’re overly sweet to him, giving him softened eyes and running your fingers through his hair. The perverted side of him likes to take advantage of this kindness, manipulating his sweet girl when you ask “how you can make it better.” Because he knows exactly how you can make him better with your legs wrapped around his hips as he buries himself inside of you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

I honestly think there isn’t much that could turn him off, that man has issues. The only one is seeing you paying too much attention to another guy but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t fantasised about you sleeping with other men in front of him. He just needs to be reassured during all of it that he’s the main person you want because he’s a deeply insecure man. But that’s still another thing to cross off the bucket list.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes a bit of both. When your willing to go down on him, hollowing out your cheeks and looking up at him as you take him in your mouth, it drives him insane. But there’s something about the taste of you, head buried between your thighs and witnessing for himself how wet you can get with just a few touches.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Aegon is only sensual during foreplay or when he’s being needy and is touching you at the most inappropriate times. Most of the time he’s taking out all his frustration and anger out on you when he fucks you. He loses himself during it, ignoring your pleads when you tell him to slow down or try to push his hips away slightly. It’s rough and nauseating and it’s as if he’s only thinking about himself. But he isn’t really, he’s thinking about the way you clench around him as his thrusts get harsher or the way you claw at his arms to stabilise yourself. Watching you crumble underneath him is his favourite thing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves a quickie, if he can have you whenever he wants then he will. It's not about where you are or the time of the day, it’s all about finding an escape between those thighs of yours. He does this often, convincing you with kisses behind your ear as he sneaks you into an enclosed space away from everyone else. You know he wants you at any moment, honestly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Aegon wants every single part of you so of course he wants to experiment. If you asked him for it, he’d do anything for you. But it’s mainly him asking, telling you he saw something in a video once or heard something from his friends. He’d love to see you use toys, to use toys on you, tie you up, be tied up. He’s okay with it all, as long as it’s with you then he’s happy with it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

While Aegon can go for a while when he’s angry and needs to take it out on you, he isn’t always like that. If it’s some great sex, where you both allow yourself to get lost in each other, then he'll need a break to rest in your arms. But for Aegon he likes being inside of you at most times and if it’s not

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Vibrators, dildos, but plugs, you name it and Aegon has it. He likes to exhaust you during sex, overstimulating you till you’re begging for him to stop or passing out on top of him. He loves using your ass while he fucks you with a dildo in your pussy, the way you squeeze him tightly has him cumming within seconds and you along with him. He also likes watching you fuck yourself on them, bringing out a side to yourself that you didn’t even realise you had. Fucking yourself on a lubed up dildo while Aegon fists himself to the sight on his computer chair.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Aegon’s whole game is teasing. But he doesn’t do it to be unfair, he does it to take advantage of you. He grinds himself against you, kisses any part you’ll allow and grope you in a way no man has ever done before. He does this till you’re whimpering, unsure of how you’re feeling until you’re asking him to help you. To do anything that will just make you feel better.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

This man moans. He’s vocal in how good you make him feel and he wants you to know it. Sometimes it’s the fucked up things he groans when he’s inside your walls that make you snap. And you couldn’t deny that you loved how much noise he makes when you’re alone, making you feel a surge of confidence at how good you make him feel.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

“Feel good baby,” Aegon murmurs against your neck, continuing to suck on it.

You can barely get a word out between your whimpers but you try babbling to him about how good you feel. Especially when he curls his fingers inside of you, thrusting them slightly harder inside of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“It’s okay, baby,” Aegon says, slipping a third finger into your soaked walls. “I can tell how good I’m making you feel.”

And of course he can with you gushing around his thick fingers, clenching around them on the edge of another orgasm. You’re in a paradise that only Aegon can take you to.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average or just over average but he’s thicker than most, making you always feel overly full.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

This man always wants to have sex and if you’re not having sex, he most likely is using your tight pussy to keep his dick warm.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

Fully passes out with you wrapped up in his arms. You’re both dead to the world for the next few hours and even if you were to wake up, you’d be too exhausted to leave your bed. And there’s just something comforting about snuggling further into Aegon’s chest, pretending the outer world doesn’t exist.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon ii fic #aegon targaryen ii x you #dark aegon targaryen #dark aegon smut

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appocalipse · 1 year

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just you — steve harrington

summary: you and steve shared a kiss at a party, and it was supposed to be just that: a meaningless kiss. but now that you've got a date, steve is starting to see things a bit clearer... prompt: "tell me what you want" "you" ♥

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“Steve?” you say, unable to hide your bewilderment.

It's getting late and you have a date. Not with Steve Harrington, of course. But still, Steve Harrington is the one standing outside your door, looking as handsome as ever — bright eyes, dark jeans, perfect hair. It's some kind of punishment, it must be.

“Hi,” he says. "Can I come in?"

He looks nervous. On autopilot, you step to the side so he can come in and ask, “Is everything okay?” and, because it's Hawkins, you add, "Did something happen?"

Something equals problems from other dimensions, monsters, gates, planets in need of saving — the usual.

You close the door and Steve holds up both hands, a placating gesture. "No, no! It's okay- I mean…”

Your heart starts to race again. "Are the kids-"

"They're fine! That's not it."

About a week ago, you'd kissed Steve Harrington. It happened at a party — a stupid game, a couple of drinks, some unresolved feelings on your part…the damage was done.

You're thinking about it now because even though you both agreed to forget about the kiss, after that unexpected event all the silences shared with him took on a whole new meaning. It's an eternal 'is he thinking about the kiss?', 'did he like the kiss?' and the usual: 'did he regret the kiss?'.

“You look beautiful.”

You look at Steve and all you can think about is how your expression must look really, really silly right now — somewhere between embarrassment and nervousness, your inner teenager saying hello, I'm still not immune to Steve Harrington as much as I like to pretend I am.

He's looking at you as well, and your find comfort in the fact that he looks nervous too — you're dressed up for a date: you've chosen your best dress, your best jewelry, your best shoes. Steve has never seen you so lovely.

“I mean, you always look beautiful but-” he continues, scratching the back of his head, speaking very fast, “b-but tonight you're just, uh…stunning. Honestly.”

You bring your hand to the pendant around your neck and squeeze it lightly, lips parted in surprise, words a mess inside your mind and oh my God, here comes the awkward silence.

“Thanks.”

Thanks?

You try again. “You wanna tell me what you're-”

“Don’t go on that date.”

You'd sooner expect a gate to the Upside Down to open before your very eyes than this. “What?”

“I said don’t-”

“I heard you.”

“Then…please don’t go.”

Please? Is he real? Steve shouldn't be allowed to look like this and say please like that.

You fight the voice of reason in your head and try to keep your inner teenager from getting too excited with where this is going.

“Why not?” you ask.

“You know why not.”

I don't know shit, you want to say. The silence isn't even awkward now — it's overwhelming. The room seems way too tiny, Steve is too close, and you're feeling hot. And Jack could arrive at any moment —the icing on the cake.

“I- Do you-” pretty eloquent, you think, gesturing exasperatedly without even realizing it. It's a miracle you don't run your hand through your hair and ruin it entirely. “You can’t just-”

Steve wisely says nothing. He just stands there, slightly flushed, all too handsome. There's a small part of you that inexplicably wants to punch him in the face.

You sigh. “Tell me what you want,” you manage.

Steve responds as if he has the answer on the tip of his tongue, as if it's been there all along, as if it's obvious.

“You,” he whispers. There's a softness in his brown eyes, the usual gentleness, the usual affection, and you lose yourself deep enough that you don't notice the distance closing between you and him. He grows more confident, more sure of his words, his gaze never leaving yours, “You, I just want you.”

Steve takes another step and now he's close enough to touch you...so he does. He takes your face in his hands, firm but a little hesitating, testing the waters.

Your earrings dangle elegantly as you stare at him, dangerously close to short-circuiting. Steve watches as one of them taps against your cheek softly.

You could kiss him, you think. The heels you're wearing would make it so much easier. You could just lean over and...

Steve gently touches your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, eyes following the movement; a silent question. Your mind goes blank. You exhale through your mouth, lips now slightly parted. Your hands slide to his elbows, suddenly feeling the need to hold onto something as he inches closer.

Jack is a nice guy — he's always been kind to you, he's smart and very patient, handsome enough to attract a few glances now and then.

His only flaw is...he's not Steve.

And the only reason you agreed to go out with him is because you were trying to forget about Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve. It's always him. More unfair than standing Jack up would be going on a date with him for the wrong reasons.

You close the gap. To be honest, you don't think too much about what your doing; it kinda happens. And Steve certainly wasn't expecting it to happen like this either, because for a brief moment his entire body tenses up and he lets out a surprised gasp…but then he moves. You feel his smile against your mouth as he kisses you back, one hand leaving your face to move down to your lower back and bring you even closer, the kiss growing harder, more tempting, more certain.

You don't even notice you're moving until your back hits the wall and Steve presses you against it, chuckling into your mouth.

“Steve,” you gasp, the inexplicable urge to laugh suddenly washing over you. He tries to kiss you again but you're attempting to catch your breath, so you turn your head away and giggle. Steve kisses your neck instead, taking your waist into his hands. "I should call Jack," you remind him.

"Later?" he murmurs tentatively against your skin.

“It'll be just- oh. Ten minutes.”

One last kiss and he lets you go. You miss his touch right away.

But it's alright, you think. You have the entire night. Your entire lives.

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2 + 2 = 5 ACOTAR SHIPWAR EDITION

Azriel questions the Cauldron + he wants the mated Elain Archeron = Azriel only wants a mate and Elain is the one available

Azriel spends time with Elain, rescued her, and kept her gift on his nightstand while looking at it for one whole year + Elain giving Azriel the offer and permission, didn't balk from him and called his hands beautiful = Azriel is an incel who only lusts after Elain, after one fvck he'll end up with the redhead

Elain who tracks the Suriel, foreseen Vassa, helped on planning where to place humans during the war, kicked a beast, volunteered on tracking the Dead Trove, and killing the KoH + Elain gardening, baking, and having friends on the NC = Elain is useless plant, she's passive, she plays no part on the series, only sulking.

Elain, a fae not a plant + Elain living in Night Court where sun also exists = Elain needs a sunlight!! She should live in the Spring/Autumn court! .

three mountains, three villains, three dead trove, three trials, and so and so forth + three brothers x three sisters = OMG so cliche, I hate it! I want them all to end up with their mate because it's not cliche.

Azriel desires Elain + Azriel cannot sleep properly thinking about her = oh he's sooooo toxic! He should end up with a redhead bcs she can fix him!

Azriel bought the necklace for Elain + Azriel just wanted to get rid of it, advise Clotho to even give it to other priestesses = he gave it to Gw*n! It is for her, he bought it for her♥

Elain minding her own life, gorgeous and growing. + Azriel being a total simp = He deserves someone better!! Someone I can self-insert with

Elain stabbed a king, kicked a beast that's harming them, and "I hope they all burn in hell", "she's better at secret keeping" + Azriel = He deserves better! A badass, someone who can weild a sword, we need another training lovestory!

Azriel in his full rage ready to die to save Elain + Azriel telling Cassian they trained the Valkyries so let's go save the enemy = MATES!! GW***** ENDGAME!!

Elain making Azriel laugh, Feyre never heard such deep and joyous sound, Elain calling his hand beautiful, Elain "put it on me" Archeron + Azriel always reaching for her, Azriel who made her comfortable, Azriel "this is wrong, I don't care" Archeron = They're incompatible! They don't make sense! I don't find them romantic.

Elain balked from her mate, tried to be nice but still visibly uncomfortable, Elain who's book is not out yet, Elain who was never given a choice. Elain, a woman. + Lulu, hundred year old fae, not a baby. = I hate Elain! He owes Lulu everything! She's so pick me! She should just accept the mating bond and make my Lulu so so happy, he deserves it.

Azriel who has a secret feelings for Elain + Az who doesn't consider G a friend = he's such a fvckboy! He's so toxic ugh, he needs to apologize to them and then end up with G♥

Acotar, a romantasy + Elain who has two love interest = Elain should end up alone! She needs it to grow.

Elain, existing, being gorgeous and minding her own business, Elain being a woman in this series + Azriel and Lucien simping = She doesn't deserve both of them! She should be with her sister's abuser!! Tampon needs a redemption so

Ianthe, Tamlin, Beron, KoH, all abusive and villains + Elain, the sister who owns up to her mistakes and tried to fix her relationship with her sisters. Elain who is hopeful and kind. Elain who is a quiet dreamer = Elain deserves to be the most hated character, she's so useless.

Acotar a fantasy book where the dead came back to life, so any magic can happen + SJM, who's adopted and loved her adaptive parents. Sjm who wrote books empowering women. = Elain doesn't have a pliant bone!! She cannot have Az baby so not endgame 😕

Elain and Azriel exchanging meaningful looks, brushing fingers, Azriel following the sound of her laugh, something charged between them, Elriel confirmed to desire each other + Az regifting a necklace because it reminds him of what happened between them, causing him pain = ACOSF ended Elriel

This is just one of the many arguments where a simple canon was twisted to fit on the wanted narrative. This is not how a story goes. A reader cannot control or forced the author on what they want to happen. Think of what the character can bring to the story, how they can make an impact and if they can move the plot forward. It will be very hard to enjoy a series if we keep on denying what's written on the books. Sjm has been clear. She could place other character on Azriel position or vice versa but she didn't. There's so many parallels between Elriel and sjm endgame couples. There's so many hints but the fandom twisted it because they simply hate Elain. They thought she's not deserving of love, of her own choice.

At the end of the day, Elriel is hated because some people cannot accept Elain is going to end up with Az and they thought she's less than for so many reasons they believed. It all rooted from internal misogyny.

So many lies/misinformation and total crap was spread in this fandom all because of Elain hate

How can you continue a series when you filled yourself all the lies and hate towards the character?

#good thing this is not my problem #basically all the arguments I see #elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger

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