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we can study human anatomy all night🤭

for study... of course

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Why is there no Stoick the Vast x reader works please I love this man🙏😭

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thinking about bf's dad!simon x heartbroken!reader. cw: smut with very little plot, cheating (but your boyfriend is an asshole), p in v, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, tipsy reader, use of she/her pronouns regarding female genitalia. minors dni.

simon can hardly believe his luck; it was just an hour ago that you had accidentally called his number, sobbing into your phone to your supposed best friend simone about your asshat boyfriend's ongoing infidelity. and simon, being the man he was, had taken it upon himself to check for you and apologize for his foolish son's actions.

now, in a dramatic turn of events, involving a glass of whine and an insatiable need for distraction on your end, simon finds himself between your pretty thighs, the stuffed sanrio plushies on your bed witnesses to the erotic sight of your legs open completely wide as he feasts on your aching, creamy pussy.

it's practically nonsensical, the large man thinks to himself, how someone, his offspring no less, could give something so sweet, pretty and perfect. his hands travel up your torso, momentarily groping the soft flesh of your tits before encircling your neck, pulling on it to make you look down at him as he pulls away from your clit with a pop, darkened eyes on your beautiful whimpering and mewling face.

"y'er fucking gorgeous, y'know that? if this was my pussy, i'd never cheat on her..." and you believe his gruff words, because fuck, there's something raw and honest in the way he worships and pleases your body, that's so utterly overwhelming it has your mind fuzzy and drunk; especially when he brings his attention to your clit, spitting on the throbbing pearl before sucking it back into his mouth in a way his son never could.

and when he finally slips inside you, your back arched and soft ass flush against his hard, carved pelvis, bodies facing the mirror before your bed, you swear you fall in love as soon as he sets his rough, deep pace; his cock filling you so good he has to grip your hips to keep you from running away from his strokes. his groans have the pink flesh of your hole gripping onto him oh so tightly, deep and primal as he loses himself in you almost immediately, eyes focused on the tantalizing view of your ass rippling against him, your pretty pussy swallowing him whole.

"fuck, y'should see the way she's pullin' on me, baby, never wants t'let me go..." he grunts, looking up to the mirror only to find your face buried in one of your pillows, muffling your sweet cries and whining and disturbing the view he craves of your face and teary eyes in a way that has him kissing your teeth before he wraps your hair around his calloused hand, forming a fist and cruelly tugging to lift your head. "watch. this is what you wanted, wasn't it? don't hide now." he chides, increasing his pace from brutal to downright punishing as he practically digs into your guts, a creamy ring forming on the base of his cock as he pushes you more and more, hitting the spot so deep in your warm cunt it has your manicured toes curling in pure bliss.

and, lord, when he finally lets you cum, you swear you've passed away and reached heaven, a cry of ecstasy leaving your lips as you clamp down on his cock that has him following immediately after, his thick warm load filling you so deep, your eyes roll back and your body goes limp.

later, with your body curled up against his beneath your covers, instead of the feeling of shame a father should feel in response to ruining their son's girlfriend so thoroughly, he can't help but be nothing except satisfied as he stares down at your sleeping face, a festering obsession beginning to brew in his mind as he strokes your locks of hair. you don't need his son, you don't need any other man because now, you have him.

SINCERELY Ξ ©MISSDUVAL, 2025.

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IMAGINE: revealing your healing powers to save your boyfriend.

WARNINGS: none. just fluff. not edited. part 1

Sweetest strangers, bear in mind, English is not my first (or even my second) language. Inevitably so, you are going to encounter some questionable mistakes. Feel free to express yourself and offer suggestions/corrections. Any sort of criticism is welcomed with open arms.

!!ATTENTION!!

I'm not very keen on the idea of anyone copying my work. So, in the possible late future, if this one-shot is ever duplicated and posted on another platform by another user and you happen to discover it, please alert me. Your help will be greatly appreciated.

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dedicated to @JulzLovDraco4Eva on wattpad, who gave me the idea.

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| Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black |

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Isabella Swan, the new girl at Forks High School, who everyone thought of as a shy introvert. To you, she was anything but that. When you first met the girl, you feared you’d touch her and she’d melt out of nervousness. But as the year progressed, she proved to differ. With the right crowd, she was one of the most sociable and talkative people you’ve ever met. Sometimes, you wondered how the Cullen boy kept up with her while being at the peak of the emotional detachment pyramid.

You knew Edward since the start of your freshman year. His family was surprisingly close to your mother. But after her death, they avoided you and your father like a plague. They always sent you glances that sometimes lingered longer than your comfort allowed you to tolerate.

Alice Cullen, differently from the rest of them, openly greeted you anywhere you'd encounter her and you always noted a sad, remorseful look that resided in her eyes.

All of the other Cullens, however, seemed to care less for your essence until last year, when Bella rolled into your life, dragged you out of your little bubble and formed a profound bond with that peculiar family.

For some unknown reason, she was keen on encouraging you to make new friends while she herself was attached to her boyfriend's hip all day, every day. You figured she felt sorry for how you spent the majority of your precious time in solitude, unaware of how much you adored those moments alone with no one to cause you any trouble.

One day, hell-bent on 'helping' you find new friends, she decided to take the matter in her own hands.

Hence here you stood, outside her house, waiting for her to make haste.

You were told you were going to the movies, alone.

You watched her stumble out of the threshold, carrying a small container in her hands, almost risking a fall and dropping its components.

You could hear an incomprehensible shout behind her and saw Charlie waving at you through the glass window, casting death glares at his daughter combined with concern for whatever she had done to rile him up.

You shook your head at their usual antics and hugged Bella. ''I'm sorry you had to wait,'' she says, opening the front door to her truck ''I was actually hoping to drop this off at Billy's first, if that's okay.'' she continues, holding up the container that smelled of homemade food.

''Yeah, sure.'' You nod before getting into the passenger seat. You smiled at the thought of Bella's kind gesture, sometimes she still takes you by surprise.

You've heard her talk about Billy Black, an old Swan family friend. He relies on a wheelchair to move around due to nerve damage and lives near La Push with his son, whom Bella never shuts up about.

She turned the key and the vehicle shook slightly as the engine sputtered a little before settling into a steady rhythm. By now, you are familiar with her truck's routine. It wasn't the bestest transportation but so long as you didn't have to walk to school you were grateful for it.

You pulled out of the driveway and ventured to La Push.

The sun was almost low and you could feel the last of its rays through the window as you passed many trees, humming to the soft rock music playing in the background. You eased into your seat as the warmth that originated from the heater filled the car, mixing with the strong scent of coffee.

Nestling in your comfy place, you zoned out for about ten minutes. Sadly, there wasn't much time to spare for relaxing as soon your little journey reached its end.

When Bella stopped the truck, she turned towards you ''We'll be in and out in a minute, I swear.'' You watched her get out and followed pursuit.

First thing you did after freeing yourself from that sweet cage where you nearly dozed off was taking a deep breath, inhaling all the fresh air which was suddenly cold making it hard for you to stay immobile in your place.

You shifted your weight from one leg to another as Bella knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

Distant footsteps sounded through the hall, getting closer and louder by each instant.

You were both shivering and waited impatiently for the person on the other side to rescue you. Bella even started beating the door with frustration, yelling at someone you didn't know.

"Jake! Open the damn door!"

When she tried to knock again, the door flew open, and she almost punched a guy.

"Geez, Jake, you could've waited a little longer and let us freeze to death!" Bella exclaimed, pushing past him.

You were about to follow her, you swear you had all the intentions to, but then you saw him.

He stood there, effortlessly handsome- his raven-black hair falling messily around his face, his warm russet skin glowing in the dim light. His dark brown eyes twinkled, a mischievous spark lighting up his gaze as he looked at Bella, and you couldn't help but notice how impossibly beautiful he was.

For a moment, you just stood there, lost in the alluring elegance he seemed to carry without even trying.

He was . . . majestic, to say the least. Ethereal, even.

When his eyes met yours, you noticed a stiff shift in his posture and the brief glint in his gaze. You didn't want to look away, you had never felt so insanely attracted to a guy ever before.

He didn't attempt to move either so you both stood there for what seemed like a gazillion light hours until Bella popped up behind him.

"Y/n?"

The call of your name pulled you both out of your stance. You felt the heat reaching your face and you couldn't help but avert your gaze.

Only after shifting your view, did you realize he was half exposed.

His bare chest was broad for his age. His abs were well-formed, hinting at a lot of time spent outdoors or training, and his arms looked soft but defined in a way that made him look extremely athletic. His tan skin stretched smoothly over his lean yet muscle-bound frame, making him look almost too perfect for someone so young.

You blushed harder as his shirtless image engraved in your mind. Not that you had any complaints but how the hell was he surviving in this cold with no shirt on?

He cleared his throat.

Bella chimed in again, caughting up to her friend's signs. "Oh sorry, Y/n meet Jacob. Jacob meet Y/n."She pointed at you back and forth.

Jacob offered you a small smile which you returned with a genuine one and introduced yourself formally with a brief handshake that managed to evoke a wave of turbulence all over your body.

Neither of you made any attempt to let go. He was warm, despite the lack of appropriate clothing. Not just warm in the sense of emitting too much heat but as in snuggly. Like a cozy blanket you'd wrap around yourself on a dreary day.

Eventually, you both separated your hands and just stood awkwardly near each other while your friend disappeared in the kitchen.

"Where's Billy?" she popped her head out of the door frame.

"Harry's son was having some issues so he had to go."

After a wholesome conversation about what and why, Bella asked Jacob to join you both for the movies. At first he was skeptical and didn't want Billy to come back and find the house vacant. But after a brief call, Billy insisted, saying he had plans of his own with his friends.

So you three left for the cinema. Since Bella's truck wasn't going to fit you all, you decided to walk- more like they forced you to walk convincing you it wasn't that far of a location.

Mental note: never trust Bella's sense of orientation again.

You kept the mood alive by making small-talk. Bella was excited for the upcoming prom while Jacob was barely stressed for his exams.

Mid conversation you couldn't help but steal glances in his way every five minutes. He seemed to have noticed this pattern as well as he met your gaze for the umpteenth time, making you flustered.

Bella, however, was completely oblivious to the exchange of stares between you, a trait that seemed all the more typical given how caught up she was in her own world.

When you finally reached the cinema, you were out of breath and completely worn out to the point of struggling to avoid drifting into a deep slumber right on the spot.

So you stayed back and waited for them to make the infinite line and buy the tickets. It was their idea to walk in the first place so you let them have a taste of their own medicine and wait for half an hour on their feet.

You weren't sure if you'd actually call it a win upon seeing the movie they picked. An action thriller. You weren't fond of the genre, it was only a lot of blood and a bunch of dudes fighting without an actual analytic plot.

Surprisingly, though, the movie turned out to be overall decent. But, you preferred watching Bella's reaction more than the movie itself.

"I wish I would've taken a picture of your face," you dissolved into giggles as Jacob pointed out Bella's jumpiness with the biggest upturn of his lips, making silly faces. He looked unbelievably adorable.

She rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath and walking faster to avoid us, muttering ''grow up.'' You and Jacob both looked at each other and burst into laughter.

You took your sweet time to settle down before trailing behind Bella. That girl was fast on her feet when she really wanted to be.

Jacob stopped in his tracks. You almost bumped into him and looked ahead to see the cause of his reaction only to spot a familiar black Porsche.

Bella was talking to its owner and saying something inaudible. You didn't know how but you could feel Jacob tensing up beside you. He clenched his jaw and you took your time to observe how each slight moment in his muscles changed his features and the way his eyes darkened under the moonlight, entrapping an untamed fire. He was unquestionably the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.

God, he looked divine.

Something clicked in his head as he suddenly changed his gaze from Bella and Alice towards you. He looked a little shocked like he could hear your thoughts and you noticed the slight rosy shade that painted over his face.

He faced you with a shocked yet sly smirk as if asking for some sort of clarification.

''Please tell me I didn't say that out loud.'' Your eyes were wide with surprise.

At the nod of his head you buried your face in your hands, hoping for a miracle to happen and make him lose his memory of the past five minutes.

Your heart was pumping at the speed of a rollercoaster, covering the sounds of his laughter.

''I'm so sorry, please just forget everything I said,'' Your voice came out muffled.

He didn't speak but then you could perceive the movements of his body stepping closer. You felt his presence really close to you. His voice, low and teasing, whispered right next to your ear and you felt his breath on your neck.

''I'm afraid I can't do that.'' You facepalmed at his answer, but your heart fluttered in your chest, skipping a beat, like a sudden jolt of electricity had surged through you.

Your heart pounded, and you could feel your cheeks heat up. The teasing tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

He chuckled, sensing your reaction, and you could practically hear the smug grin on his face. Trying to steady your breath, you peeked up through your fingers, only to find him looking at you with a playful gaze that held something beyond his amusement, something softer.

''You know, you look really adorable when you blush,'' he added, his voice dripping with affection, making your heart race all over again.

Your little moment was halted when you saw Bella approaching the both of you, ''What are you talking about?''

You moved further from him, trying to calm your mind and the pacing heart.

''Y/n here was just telling me how much she loved hanging out with us tonight.'' Jacob said.

Bella's lips curled into a smile. ''Oh, that's so sweet of you, Y/n,'' she said, entirely oblivious to the teasing tone behind Jacob's words.

''We should do this again sometime, I had a lot of fun too.'' Bella said.

''Yeah, just some good ol' fun,'' Jacob said nonchalantly, giving you a playful wink, ''Isn't that right, Y/n?''

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, your heart racing in embarrassment. Jacob, on the other hand, couldn't help but grin, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

Bella, still unaware, nodded approvingly. ''Well, it was nice to spend time together, but we should get going now. It's getting late.'' She added before turning around and starting to walk off.

You both followed her and as soon as she was out of earshot, Jacob leaned in, his voice a little softer, a little more teasing. ''You know, Y/n, I think you aren't so bad yourself.'' The air got stuck in your lungs and you wanted to retort but your brain suddenly went blank. 

For the whole way back, you kept your head low and stayed closely behind them, too fazed to make a conversation or even eye contact.

They both accompanied you back home first. Reaching the porch, you hugged Bella and were about to retreat when Jacob engulfed you into a brief embrace. You felt his hand reaching your back and squeezing it a little harder to pull you closer. You were taken aback to say the least and even redder than before.

You did your best to maintain your composure until you closed the door and let out a screeching, high pitched scream. 

The whole evening turned out to be mostly different from what you had anticipated.

You got to meet Jacob, who managed to disrupt your mind with his mere presence. Still just the thought of him made you blush and internally scream like a foolish teenager that you were. You melted against the door and didn't have the power to move until your father's voice brought you back to reality.

"How was the movie, hon?" Your dad asked from the couch, glancing up at you while muting the TV. He looked tired, like he had just got home, but there was an intrigued glint in his eyes.

"It was alright," you replied, sinking down beside him on the couch. You stretched your legs and arms out, trying to get comfortable after the long night.

"Let me guess... thanks to that handsome young fella?" He teased, eyes still on the TV as he raised the volume just a bit, pretending to act casual but clearly amused.

"Dad..." You drawled, rubbing your temples in mock frustration.

"Oh, come on, I'm just curious," he said, leaning back with a playful smile. "So who's this guy you're hanging out with?"

You gave him a look that said 'just stop'.

"Alright, alright," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Who am I to pry?"

You groaned, giving in. "His name's Jacob. He's Bella's friend. And his dad is Billy Black, you probably know him. Happy?"

Your dad gave a small nod, as if he recalled the name, but you could see that his interest was more focused on teasing you than anything else.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he said, with a child-like smile. You rolled your eyes and he ruffled your hair. ''I'm just playing, kiddo.''

You shot him a sideways glare before settling back into the couch. ''I hate you.''

''Sure you do.''

Your exhaustion started to catch up with you. You were about to shut your eyes for just a second when the next thing you knew, you were out cold, snoring softly like a tired cat curled up on the couch.

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Ever since that night, it felt as though he was everywhere you went. But you didn't mind his presence. In all honesty, you didn't miss any opportunity to be around him either. Whenever Bella mentioned La Push, you found yourself automatically getting in the truck without any hesitation.

Billy was more than welcoming. He seemed to have taken a liking to you. You remember the first time you met him, he effortlessly managed to bring a laugh out of you, easing your nervousness. He made sure his house never felt foreign to Bella or you.

Jacob, although he never let it show, was overjoyed to have you around. He appreciated your company while he worked on his vehicles. One day, you found yourself sitting on an old bike with a bowl of popcorn while he fixed a malfunction on Bella's truck.

Bella was talking about how Angela and the rest were planning to go shopping together and had invited her to tag along ''It could be fun.'' She said, more to herself than to you.

You shrugged without giving it much thought, popping popcorn in your mouth. "I don't know, spending hours shopping with Jessica isn't exactly my idea of fun." You heard Jacob snorting and smiled to yourself while gulping down another handful of those golden puffs.

''They aren't as bad as they might seem," she ignored your comment and continued, ''You should seriously join us."

You stared at her with a blank face, raising an eyebrow, questioning her words. ''They aren't bad as long they benefit from having you around.'' You retort, reminding her of how they actually treat people who aren't her.

"Please?" She tried again and gained a warning glare from you. Bella sighed in defeat, stealing your bowl of popcorn. "Fine, then I'm not going either."

Your expressions instantly melted with gentleness and you faced her with a small smile, "You don't have to do that, I won't mind, I promise."

She shook her head wearily "I'd rather stay in with you than go out without you." She concludes, sadly chewing on your food.

You gave her a small side hug, resting your head on her shoulder while rubbing her arm in assurance. "It's okay, we can have fun here.'' Bella smiled in return, getting comfy in your embrace.

''Get a room.'' Jacob ruined the moment. You heard him pull out from under the truck but you couldn't tell since he was on the other side of the vehicle.

''Piss off.'' Bella whispers weakly, throwing your snacks at him, gaining an offended look from you. You parted from her and snatched the bowl back as she pouted, giving you her puppy dog eyes.

''Don't play with my food.'' your voice was stern, lacing with a tone of seriousness.

Jacob snickered and moved around from the other side of the truck towards where you both were currently seated. As always, he wore no shirt or shoes, just an old pair of torn jeans and the lack of coverage displayed his defined shape that was installed deeply in your mind by now.

He caught you staring and smirked, making his way towards you. You paused, with popcorns in one hand and mouth half-open. You glanced at him in utter awe as he kept getting closer and closer until he was right in front you.

He slightly bent and brushed past you, with little to no proximity in between, and you could sense his essence utterly near to your body. From the air that he exhaled to the warmth he emitted- you felt it all.

His face was right next to yours until he picked up the tool box right behind you and pulled back with a smug look.

He liked the way you trembled when he got a little too close and how your body stops fighting to get away when you feel his scent overwhelm your own.

You had hoped that whatever this was going on between the two of you extended beyond the phase of teasing and flirting. A part of you wanted to truly believe that Jacob might reciprocate your feelings especially when it seemed like he was incapable of keeping his hands to himself in your presence; his arm was either always hung over your shoulder or was wrapped around your waist, offering comfort whenever he was near.

Besides, everyone else seemed to take note of the lingering looks he sent your way when you were focused elsewhere, or the way he sometimes softened his voice while talking to you and made extra efforts just to be around you.

Like the time Billy invited you and Bella to a friendly gathering with some of his dear friends, you were basically attached to Jacob for the whole evening, feeling like an outsider, yet didn't attempt to move even when Emily successfully got you to open up a little bit.

Even Bella was also starting to catch up to your behavior. She never saw you act like that around a boy. She raised her brow at you as you kept your eyes focused on your hands in your lap, blushing uncontrollably.

At first, it was just friendly interactions, she thought, but soon discovered it to be far more deeper than what she expected.

The topic came up one day during your ride back home.

"Y/n?" Bella called out your name, collecting your attention in one place while she shifted her gaze from the road and to you from time to time.

"Yeah?"

"What's going on between you and Jacob?" She asks. There was a certain shift in her voice that you couldn't pinpoint.

You sat straight, with a sudden rush of panic drooling in your veins. You were baffled and struggled to think straight. "Nothing's going on between me and Jacob. Why? Why do you ask? Did he say something? Did I say something?"

"No. No, nobody said anything. It's- nothing." She stuttered and started to tap her fingers on the steering wheel. "Forget about it."

A moment of silence fell in the truck and none of you made any move to ease the tension and address the elephant in the room.

Eventually, she gulped before forging the courage to speak. "Do you like him?"

You didn't know what to say. Of course you liked him but you weren't ignorant to all the drama that took place before you ever got to know he existed.

You feared saying yes would damage your friendship but saying no just felt wrong. You opened your mouth only to shut it milliseconds later and opted to stay silent until you found the right words.

Bella looked at you and then back at the road quickly. "You do like him." She stated as a matter-of-fact information.

“I think he's nice if that’s what you mean.”

"You know exactly what I mean." She remarked.

You didn't know what was so wrong about you liking him. It wasn't like you were in a relationship with anyone. Bella's irritated answer was enough to start pissing you off.

"Ok, I do like him. What's wrong with that?"

Bella faces you with the tiniest hint of offence mixed with something you couldn't make out.

"Absolutely nothing! Y/n, I'm happy for you- you're my friend!" She exclaims but it seemed more directed to herself than you.

"You don't look happy to me." You point out, crossing your arms.

Your little confrontation was enough for Bella to completely shift her attention to your dispute, ignoring the road in front.

Then you saw a shadow nearing your vehicle. ''It's-''

"BELLA!" You scream in fear and she immediately hit the brakes. You shut your eyes tightly when you heard a heavy impact against the front of the truck.

The air had gone thick and for a moment you both forgot to breathe. Bella's hands were trembling and you could read the fear on her face.

You both looked at each other before slowly getting out to examine the damage.

"Oh-" escapes your mouth when you see the deer lying on the road, in utter pain, blood flowing from its body.

"This is all my fault." Bella starts to ramble as you see the tears form in her eyes. She dropped to her knees, holding her head.

"Hey, it's not your fault'' You assure her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Then you bent down to where the injured animal layed. "It's our fault and we are going to fix it."

Bella glanced at you with confusion. You pulled up your sleeves and faced her once more. "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret- you think you can keep it?"

She barely nods when you lower your hands and place them on the deer's wounds. It cries out in pain but soon everything calms down. A low and warm golden light shines under your hands as you try to run them all over the wounds.

After a couple minutes, the scars had started to fade away and you could feel the deer feeling as good as before the accident. Once it was fully healed and ready to walk you both sighed in relief.

You ran back to the truck and pulled out a bottle of water and splashed it where the blood had marked the incident.

After that you both returned to the truck.

"That was," Bella starts after a long sigh "fucking awesome." You chuckle at her reaction and shake your head.

She looks at you with a small smile and then her demeanor shifts. She's frowning and you could read the guilt in her eyes. "I'm sorry I freaked out earlier. I don't care if you like Jacob or not. It's all just . . . going on too fast."

You breathe out. You didn't know what it meant but not knowing her full past with Jacob you restrained yourself from making any further judgements. Instead, you put on a smile and intertwined your hand with her. ''It's alright.''

Bella leaps forward and hugs you tightly whispering 'thank you'. She then returns her focus on the road.

''By the way you can't tell anyone about any of this." You reminded her, wiggling your finger.

"Oh, you'd be surprised to know how good I'm at keeping secrets." She answers and little did you know just how right she'd prove to be. "But you have to tell me everything about whatever that was you did out there."

part 2 in progress…

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single❌

in a relationship❌

lusting over Bill who doesn’t know i exist✔️

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simon "i don't get sick" riley kissing you when you're sick because kisses make everything better!

simon "i don't get sick" riley showing up on base with a runny nose and sneezing in between his commands!! + sergeant soap mactavish who can't take him seriously at all because of it...

simon "i don't get sick" riley being forced to take the day off by price, who decides he's had enough of the lieutenant's voice cracks and sparse coughing.

simon "i don't get sick" riley getting embarrassed because you're trying to coddle him into a bath, but silently enjoying how you brush your fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead.

simon "i don't get sick" riley passing out on the couch beside you, his head on your stomach, nose red from all his sniffling as he hugs to his chest one of the couch pillows!!

simon "i don't get sick" riley turning into the biggest baby once you offer him cough meds. it tastes bad! he'll get over his sickness really soon, so he doesn't need your stupid medicine!

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pronebone with simon pronebone with simon

laying so comfy on his bed, just whining and whimpering to be fucked. he’s tired, and so are you. but his heart always swells at the look on your face when you’re trying to cum but can’t.

so he’s always so sweet about it. pulling your soaked panties to the side and rubbing against your slit for a little. his big bulky thighs on either side of your legs while he’s jerking of his heavy dick.

using his other hand to spread you open a little and spit down onto that spot that ‘just hurts so bad’. prodding his thick tip into you while cooing at your little mewls and whimpers. he’s so sleepy, so there isn’t much force behind it.

just sliding his cock in and out of your tight cunt almost lazily. his half shut eyes just watching how the sticky wetness soaks the first five inches of him. and he’s usually more vocal, but right now he’s just trying to get you to sleep.

“jus’ calm down little baby . . daddy’s gonna cum soon.” he’s stretching you open so harshly and stuffing your cunt full it feels cozy almost. knowing he’s right there. “he promises.”

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Why is he so underrated😭

Routine.

synopsis blaise doesn't understand you, and he'd like to

pairing blaise zabini / gender-neutral reader

content warnings none

author's note i haven't got much to say other than i love blaise, and i wish people wrote for him more. anyway, this is heavily inspired by schroeder and lucy from peanuts. no use of y/n.

In one of the quiet corners of the Slytherin common room resided a grand piano. It was an area at Hogwarts that Blaise was particularly fond of; he'd been playing the piano since he was around eight years old, and it was quite nice to be able to continue practicing away from home. Unfortunately, you had grown a liking to that piano as well. Although, it wasn't specifically the instrument or the spot that you liked, but rather the boy who was always there, hunched over the ivory keys.

You couldn't have made it any more obvious that you fancied Blaise, he'd wager that at least half of the student body already knew. You were insufferable, too much of an open book and yet ridiculously hard to read, like a foreign note or Franz Liszt's compositions — deliberately difficult. Blaise never quite understood you, not in the way he could understand sheet music.

If he had one lead guiding him in the mystery that is you, it'd be your routine. It was something he had kept in mind a while back when he noted how strangely consistent you were.

On Saturday afternoons, you would make your way to the cushioned stool placed behind the piano ─ it wasn't always there, but nobody dared to touch it now, let alone move it. That was your spot. Then, you would prop your arms up on the closed fallboard and settle your head in them, cheek squished against your forearm as you talked Blaise's ear off about everything and nothing. Other days, you simply hummed along to whatever melody he had improvised, but most of the time, your absurd questions and hypothetical musings served as lyrics to the piano's tune.

Today was the latter.

"Let's say that we're married," you paused in thought. That was usually the start of most, if not all, of your imaginary situations. "And you come home one night from one of your concerts where you performed a piece for your fans."

Blaise hummed absentmindedly, hands and eyes still glued to the grand piano. He could picture that; becoming famous for his own original compositions certainly wasn't a bad pursuit. Not that he played for anyone but himself, however the prospect of being admired and appreciated for his musical talents did appeal to him.

"And I walk over to greet you warmly like the wonderful spouse I am ─ but then, I spot a red lipstick stain on your collar, and I would say," You slammed your fist against the fallboard, sitting up straight as you narrowed your eyes at Blaise whose hands flew up from the keyboard, brows raised and bemused at the sudden outburst. "─ Who were you with!?"

...First of all, what?

It took Blaise a few seconds to even start to process what you meant, and another few to wonder if you've gone mad. He blinked and frowned, "Are you insinuating that I'd commit infidelity?" The audacity on you to accuse him of such crude actions, he'd never stoop so low.

"Well, would you?" You shot back sharply.

Blaise huffed, returning to where he had left off on the piano before you had so rudely interrupted his focus. Yet, he couldn't resist making a retort. "If I were to cheat, I would at the very least have the decency to clean my collar, or change shirts."

You gasped, standing up so abruptly that your stool nearly toppled over, with your hands on the cover of the piano as you leaned forward. "So you're saying you would cheat on me!"

"I never said that."

Blaise glanced up to see the corner of your lips twitch into a sneer, or a pout ─ he can't quite decide which one suits you better. You scoffed, but your glare softened as you begrudgingly backed down. "Whatever." You muttered bitterly, as if to say that you were done with this conversation, but Blaise knew it was truly because you had no argument left.

You always picked fights with him ─ ones you rarely ever finished, he'd like to add. Then, you would sulk or grumble about it for maybe a minute or two before some other topic stole your attention and you were rambling on to Blaise again. It reminded him of Rubato in sheet music; it was a technique that Chopin and Beethoven implemented into their works quite frequently, and something Blaise used to struggle to get right. But unlike with you, he's got it down pat now ─ he could probably play Rubato on the piano whilst wearing a blindfold. But you were nothing like an instrument, nothing like what Blaise could practice over and over 'til he got it right.

He lets his gaze linger on your face.

Blaise could recall the first time you spoke to him. You strode into the Slytherin common room with a fixed motivation, a stubborn determination in your steps as you dragged a stool to the grand piano. The specifics of when it was are irrelevant, but Blaise can easily conclude that it was likely around first or second year as he could remember the boyish roundness of your face quite vividly, and the eagerness laden in your high-pitched, child-like voice when you said, "Hi, you play the piano really well—my cousin's mother's friend plays piano too! We have something in common, d'you fancy getting married?" or something like that... Alright, maybe he's exaggerating, but really, that's what you sounded like to him!

It was simply history after that. You came by every Saturday without fail, and Blaise hasn't got the faintest idea of how you hadn't grown tired of his snide remarks yet. Your perseverance impressed him more than he'd like to admit, and quite frankly ─

"Blaise!"

Your voice cut through his thoughts like the blare of an air horn. You were standing upright now, and judging from the way you crossed your arms with an exasperated sigh as you impatiently tapped your foot, you had already called his name a couple times when he'd zoned out.

Blaise tilted his head, brows knitting together as his hands slowed to a halt on the piano keys. Silence now filled the atmosphere of the Slytherin common room, and when he opened his mouth to ask where you were going, you had already cut him off.

"I said I'm off to bed." You clarified, tone sharp with mild annoyance.

Already?

"Uh ─ why?" He fumbled rather unintelligently.

You made a face that Blaise could only assume meant 'are you seriously asking me that right now?' and he felt as though he shrunk under your gaze. He would never tell you, but you could be incredibly crabby and intimidating at times.

"Blaise, it's late ─ almost past curfew, actually." You gestured to the clock above the fireplace, ticking away into the hours of the night. Only now did Blaise notice how empty the common room was; everyone had already gone to bed. He also failed to notice how dark the view of the Black Lake had gotten, the windows were painted a nice pitch black.

"Honestly." You rolled your eyes. "It's seems like all you musicians lose track of time when you practice."

He didn't know you knew other musicians — well, maybe aside from Nott, but as far as Blaise knew, you didn't hang out with other instrumentalists.

He watched you turn on your heel to walk back to your dormitory, and just as you were a couple feet away, you looked back at the pianist from over your shoulder. You gave him a rare smile — a genuine one, the kind that made the corner of your eyes wrinkle in the same way it did whenever you were simply admiring him during class. "Goodnight, Blaise. Don't stay up."

And you stalked off, leaving Blaise to sit there staring at the spot you once occupied. He quickly shook off the bewilderment that had clung to him, fixing his composure. Blaise scoffed and rose from his seat, he trudged up the stairs to his own dorm. Who were you to tell him what to do?

This might suck, but it's been in my drafts for a while.

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Need this rn😤

watch him | 🔞

words: 776 w / au's: fingering in front of mirror, just a short horny drabble a/n: okay so this is FIRST PERSON POV. it's an old drabble. i rewrote it just changing from second to first person. i kind of want to get creative lately and write in first person. all the stories will still have the reader insert, oc insert, x reader type vibe... i just kind of want to get more personal writing in first person and be able to write multiple POVS hehe which was the point of starting my blog over. i just wanna have fun and write fun ideas. but you can still imagine whatever character you want to. i think there will be a little more personality for story telling sake, so if you can't imagine your own characters, i hope i can pull you enough into the world, story, or even just a moment so you can imagine it how you want to (with who you want to)!! that will always be my thing ... just a safe space for you to escape for a little bit <333 (also since i have no writing inspo right now and the BIGGEST writer's block while i figure myself out, i thought a good way to ease myself back into it would be editing old stories. my writing is so different from how it used to be when i started in 2013! LOL)

In the middle of my nightly face routine, he always seems to make an appearance. Whether it’s to tell me how beautiful I look, kiss me on the back of my head, or even tease me by pulling me close and slipping a hand into my panties. He wastes no time expressing his neediness, feeling the thickness of his cock pressing against me while his fingers roam between my thighs, slipping over my pussy, dipping into the creamy nectar he’s earned.

I breathe his name as my eyes flutter to a close. He’s so good at causing me to melt into his embrace. All it takes is a few strokes of his fingers over my slit. My body craves him, coming alive with desperate heat, feeling the pleasure begin to rise.

“So wet already for me, baby,” he says in a whisper against my ear, leaning down to hear the way I begin to whimper his name. How I rock my hips against his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, causing him to chuckle, though he takes his time working me up. “Your pussy feels so good like this. So wet and warm and ready for me.”

He continues to tease with his deliciously sinful words spoken between my heavy exhales and sighs. I suddenly need him so desperately. My hand drops to his arm with a tight squeeze the moment he finds my clit, eyes opening just enough to see the outline of our bodies in the vanity mirror before us. The dim lighting of our bedroom casts a warm glow over my skin hot with pure need.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks after circling my swelling clit a few times, fingers dropping to my entrance just to feel the juices pooling there. I’m so wet, leaking over his flesh. He can’t help but to groan, feeling the slickness of my arousal against his skin, knowing he’s the reason I’m on the edge of bliss. So desperate for him to offer release. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like this?”

With that, he pushes the digits inside of my aching pussy, making my legs tremble as a gasp fills the room. My fingernails dig into his arm, feeling his muscles tense as he holds me close with a strong grip. The feeling of him so close, pleasuring me, fucking me with his fingers, tempts me to open my eyes once more.

Again I take in the two of us in the reflection. A strong, veiny arm wrapped around my body. His hand disappeared inside of the expensive, lace panties he bought me however long ago. His head tilted over my shoulder, mouth dangerously close to my ear just to whisper those dirty words and sinful questions. 

I see the motions of his hand beneath the fabric as he brings his fingers back to my clit. My legs tremble with weakness from the bliss filling every inch of me as he tends to the swollen nub. I can’t pull my eyes away from the two of us in the mirror. It’s erotic and sends a wave of heat through me. The image of him taking control of me, touching my pussy and teasing my clit, nearly makes me weak in the knees.

“Answer me, baby,” he reminds me of his earlier question, making me realize I’ve lost track of time in his embrace. His voice is dark and deep in my ear, demanding an answer. The pleasure begins to grow, heat building inside of my body as I squeeze my thighs around his hand. “Getting close? Going to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes,” is all I can manage, the word ripped off my tongue as I throw my head back. He pulls me even closer with his free arm, holding my body still, keeping me in place as the bliss begins to bubble over.

“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, continuing to play in the juices between my legs, “come all over my fingers, I want to feel it.”

I can’t help but to obey. The pleasure swells and overflows as I cry out his name. It’s all too much, growing dizzy yet feeling the vibrations of my orgasm flowing through my body. I writhe and tremble in his hold, and he doesn’t even think about letting me go until he starts to feel me go limp.

Carefully, he guides me to the bed on my shaking legs, helping me get comfortable enough to catch my breath. He places kisses on my forehead and I can’t help but to giggle tiredly in his arms after the pleasure he’s given me. 

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More of Brahms🥹

Touch Starved

pairing: brahms heelshire x gender neutral reader tags: touch starved Brahms, you're a nanny, not movie compliant, just you delivering kindness to a man who's living in the walls, cute but also concerning, cause who wants a stinky, murderous man

You hadn’t planned on taking care of anyone but yourself for a while, least of all a man hidden away behind old walls and silent halls. But fate has a funny way of leading you to the places—and people—you didn’t know you needed.

The moment you stepped through the heavy wooden doors of the Heelshire estate, a sense of quiet trepidation mingled with an unexpected tingle of warmth. You were met by the echoes of distant footsteps (or so you thought) and the slow creaking of doors that seemed to open by themselves. There was supposed to be a doll, you’d been told. Brahms, a porcelain boy that you were to care for as though he were a real child. But as the days passed, you quickly realized you were not alone. You could feel it—a presence just out of reach. A low scuff against the floorboards when you turned your head, the flicker of a shadow across a mirror.

Every now and then, you caught sight of a shape in the doorway: tall and still, eyes peering through a masked face. Brahms. Not the porcelain doll, but a flesh-and-blood man, heartbreakingly silent and desperately lonely.

It was late one evening when you finally found him in the living room, crouched behind an old armchair. He might have fled if not for how gently you approached—slow steps, outstretched hands, your voice calm but cautious.

You knelt down, heart pounding, meeting those wide, frightened eyes through the mask’s eyeholes. “You must be Brahms,” you whispered into the stillness. Your words lingered, soft reassurance filling the space between you.

He didn’t speak; you hadn’t expected him to. But there was a distinct tremor in his shoulders as though he was holding back a flurry of words—or maybe sobs. Even behind the mask, you could feel the intensity of his longing for contact, for acknowledgment, for someone to look at him and not run away in horror.

So you didn’t run. You didn’t even back away.

You settled into a routine with surprising ease. Brahms was silent as always, but his presence began to make itself known through little gestures: the steady pattern of footsteps behind you as you moved about the estate, the slight tug on your sleeve when it was time for dinner, or a gentle tap on your shoulder in the afternoons when the house felt too big, too empty.

In response, you offered him wordless kindness. Meals at the table, always setting two plates so he’d know there was a seat for him. A folded blanket left on the sofa, just big enough for the two of you to share when the nights got cold. A record player with music turned down low, so he could sit near you without feeling overwhelmed.

At first, he was shy about receiving affection. You’d see his shoulders tense whenever your hand hovered over his arm—but he never pulled away. Slowly, day by day, Brahms let himself draw closer to you. Where he once watched you from afar, now he’d sit at the edge of the same couch.

One evening, you found yourself in the library. The moonlight streamed in through stained-glass windows, painting the shelves in a kaleidoscope of color. You sat on the old, worn rug, a book splayed in your lap. You were reading quietly to him, your tone hushed and steady, when Brahms leaned close—closer than he ever had.

Your voice faltered for a split second, but you carried on. His breathing was unsteady. At last, carefully, you rested a hand on his knee. For an agonizing moment, you thought he might leap up and bolt into the hidden corridors. But instead, Brahms let out a sound—something between a sigh and a relief-filled moan.

He turned just enough for you to see his eyes through the mask, shadows dancing in the moonlight. Slowly, painfully shy, he laid his head against your shoulder, letting you cradle him gently. Brahms felt fragile, like an abandoned creature starved for love.

You ran your fingers through the strands of his hair that peeked out from beneath the mask’s edges. His shoulders relaxed little by little, tension melting under the warmth of your touch. If you had any doubts that your affection was what he so badly needed, they all drifted away in that moment.

Affection became your shared language. Brahms still didn’t speak; you didn’t need him to. The way he tentatively placed his hand over yours—masked fingers brushing yours—was worth more than a thousand words. When he was anxious, you felt it in the trembling press of his body against yours. When he was happy, you saw it in the more confident way he moved, as though it no longer pained him to be seen.

You took pleasure in the smallest rituals: combing through his hair by the fireplace, making him tea, encouraging him to hold your hand whenever he felt uncertain. He was ravenous for the smallest bit of kindness. Every fleeting touch on his arm or gentle brushing of your fingers along his back made him shudder in gratitude. You were more than willing to give it to him.

Eventually, one crisp morning, you convinced him to come outside with you. He hovered in the doorway, torn between the fear of the open world and the longing to stay by your side. But you simply offered your hand, palm upturned, and waited with all the patience you could muster.

He took it.

Once outside, Brahms let out a breath he’d been holding for years, it seemed. The sun’s warmth touched him through the fabric of his clothes, through the slight gap between the edge of his mask and his skin. You guided him to the garden, letting him feel the dew on his fingertips.

He never let go of your hand.

You paused by the rosebushes, a single white blossom catching your eye. You plucked it gently and offered it to him. Brahms stared at it for a long, reverent moment. Then, with trembling care, he lifted the bloom to his mask, as though inhaling a memory of a life he never quite had. Softly, you reached out, cupping his cheek over the porcelain of his mask. He leaned into your palm as though memorizing the warmth, the unmistakable proof that someone saw him, someone cared for him. In that private corner of the garden, with sunbeams turning both your breaths into pale mist in the cool air, you let him rest his masked forehead against yours.

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Wish that was me…😮‍💨

Two panel Brahms and Greta F•A•N•A•R•T 🥹

I don’t have anything to add, please enjoy✨

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my favorite fucking trope is chubby!reader living your life completely oblivious to the fact that the literal man of your dreams is in love with you and you're none the wiser.

like - you just traipse through life like "well he wouldn't like me back so it's wtv" all nonchalant and shit while the poor man is literally falling over himself trying to get it through your head that HEYYY that's not right??? i'm literally in love with you??? i worship the ground you walk on???? i'll do whatever you want????

and bless your heart, you see every single time he tries to hit on you as an act of kindness:

"awww, he got me (insert fav food here) cus i said i was hungry, what a nice guy!"

"he complimented my outfit! he must've liked the color of my shirt!"

"wow, he seems to be zoning out a lot, i hope he's okay!" (he's been staring at your lips for the past five minutes)

and he just... doesn't know what to do to make you see what he sees.

like you're so gorgeous and funny and why wouldn't he like you??

he's convinced that if he were to stand in front of you and tell you he loves you, you'd be like, "I love you too! you're such a good friend!"

(which has happened before and a little part of him died inside)

it literally takes him everything in his power to make you realize his feelings, and you just stand there for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots over the past few months, and all you can come up with is a small, dumb, "oh."

lord give him the strength.

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Simon realising he has a problem pulling out.

We know he’d struggle at first with the intimacy of a long term relationship.

But when you both find yourselves in a more stable part of your relationship, the topic would come back up. In which his answer is to quite literally grab and kiss you, finally letting everything out that he’d been holding back on.

First, he’d have you in the bed, he’d take it slow…surprisingly gentle for a man with his rep. But you’re his woman, he would never cause deliberate harm to the one he loves.

The first time he sunk in so deep, he knew then and there he was both metaphorically and physically fucked. The way you clench around him would have him sinking his fingers into the sheets so hard he almost ripped into them.

“Fuckin’ hell, Love.”

“Tryna fuckin’ snap my cock?”

Every thrust would be slow, deliberate. Learning where and what makes you tremble and arch beneath him so beautifully. He’d take so much time in focusing on you that he’d almost forget how good it feels to be deep in your cunt.

Until you clench again, as if forcefully reminding him.

Simon has never considered himself a desperate man. he’s cocky, he can be arrogant. But desperate? That’s reserved for when you’re arching under him and sporadically fluttering around his cock like you’re trying to milk everything you can get out of him the moment you came.

In that moment, he can’t pull out. He knows he should, the risk is there…but you look so good and you feel even better…to the point he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than pump you utterly full of his cum.

“Please…god please take it…shit.”

Even when he can feel the overstimulation tugging at his nerves, he can’t get himself to pull out of your overwhelming heat. He’d stare down at where you join, watching the way his cock slowly fucks his cum back into you. His gaze holding an almost feral aspect to it.

“So fuckin’ pretty, Love.”

In a way it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to you, but more-so your flooded cunt.

He’ll keep moving, slower and more focused, even when his cock starts to soften. He doesn’t pull out, instead he’ll drop down onto you. His weight crushing you to the sheets as his hand slips under your lower back just to keep you completely connected to him.

“M’gonna stay right here, keep y’full.”

The words would escape with such finality there wasn’t much point arguing the fact, not when he was keeping you so desperately close to him. His hips giving small little rolls just to feel the way you flutter around him.

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WLW😚

need a woman that will slip her hand between my legs when i push my ass back into her while we cuddle

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This.

NSFW

Monster boy with a breeding and mommy kink that’s desperate to get you pregnant so he can be snuggled and taste your breast milk… he both wants to be pampered and spoiled and to do the same to you…

Maybe it’s a cat hybrid/werewolf that lost his mother when he was young and still has those kitten/puppy behaviors, wanting to knead and suckle on your breasts while you keep his knot warm.

Maybe it’s a vampire/elf that hasn’t seen his mother in centuries and just needs that affection and unconditional love, who wants to sleepily fuck into you while while you give him lots of affection and encouragement.

He just loves you, you’re his mate, his lover. You’re the only one that can make him feel so soft, so fuzzy and warm inside. He calls you mommy/mama when he cums, and just wants lots of snuggles for aftercare.

Tell him he did a good job, and how much you love him… he really needs to hear it.

Thinking… thinking about this a lot…

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I need more of this … please?

NSFW

warning: incubus bf likes to share, orgy, two ps in one v, anal, incubus guys fucking each other while they wait to fuck you

Imagine incubus!bf bringing you to his group of friends. They’ve all been eyeing you for quite a bit, and thankfully your bf loves to share his pretty girlfriend!

“Ain’t she the cutest?”

“Oh wow, her tummy is so soft!”

You’re surrounded by pretty men, some on the feminine side and others tall and muscular. Every single one of them had their hands on your body, feeling and groping your soft flesh.

“My love is quite sensitive too~” your boyfriend cooed, opening up your plump thighs. “Every time I breathe on her clit she gets all wet…”

One of his friends dipped their head between your thighs, giving your perky clit a soft lick. You squirmed in embarrassment, looking to your lover with a pout.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I love watching…”

You weren’t sure what to think about these men making out with your pussy, pushing their fingers into your cunt while talking about how tight you were… but it was making you very wet to know your boyfriend was watching.

“C’mon, aren’t you gonna fuck her already?” Incubus!bf said with a pout, stroking one of his friends cocks. “See how wet she is? Hmph, and you all call yourself incubi…”

He helped guide one of his friends’ cocks to your pussy, beginning to get hard when he watched the head stretch you out.

“F-fuck… she feels so good, we’ll have to do this often…” the friend murmured, fucking into you.

Some of them offered their cocks to you, and you sucked and jerked them off like a good girl. Your boyfriend loved watching this, stroking his cock to the sight of his girlfriend being used~

The other incubi started fondling each other, too horny while waiting their turn.

You watched as the taller incubi quickly dominated the shorter ones, stroking the shorter ones cocks as they pounded their asses. The sight had your pussy dripping, because they had their eyes on you the whole time.

At some point you felt another cock enter your pussy, the incubi making out over you as their cocks rubbed against each other inside your warm cunt. Their tongues tangled together, and their tilted up your head so you could join the heated kiss.

Each incubus there got a turn with you, and your boyfriend smiled fondly as he eyed your leaking pussy.

He buried his face between your thighs, licking up all the semen that filled you up.

“Mmm… did you have fun, love? We can do this next month too…”

He kissed your head then pulled you close, letting your pussy keep his cock warm as you fell asleep.

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SOME MORE WLW!!!

i love needy femmes that whimper when you pull their hair, that blush furiously when you call them baby, and always want to be touching you, even if it’s just pinkies under the table or tugging on your wrists to get your attention. girls who melt when you kiss their shoulder in passing or grab their waist from behind. that cling to your hoodie sleeves and tuck their cold hands under your shirt just to feel your warmth even if you squeak at them not to. those who send voice notes saying they miss you even though you’ve just left. femmes who light up when you brush their hair out of their pretty eyes, and who ask ‘do you still like me?’with a precious pout, but need to hear ‘always��like it’s their reason for being

i want to kiss every freckle, every inch, and make them feel so treasured and loved and adored hhhh