#🦢asks

[voie-lacte3]

HI MLLL could you do some mason thames x reader fluff where shes on her period?? 💗💞💗💞

OFC MY DEAR 'NONNY, i wasnt sure if you wanted headcannons or a fic, so i did a little of both! hope you enjoy ml 🫶🏼

—the one where mason comforts you as you 'woman' (his words not mine!)

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• mason knows before you even say anything. you so much as blink slightly too hard and he’s like, “are you okay? is it... are you woman-ing?” you just groan from your couch and nod. he kisses your forehead dramatically and disappears. (he returns with a heating pad, snacks, and a blanket.)

• he literally becomes a human weighted blanket. he lays on top of you just the right amount, arm around your waist, hand rubbing small circles on your lower stomach like it’s second nature. “i’m your painkiller now. fda approved.”

• he doesn’t get grossed out. at all. if you leak on the bed or need help getting your meds or even cry over a commercial, he’s like: “babe. you’re literally bleeding and surviving. you’re a superhero.”

• runs to the store like a pro. “u want the pink ones with wings or the purple ones that feel like clouds? and when he brings them he also includes your favorite snacks and a squishmallow because "duh"

• if you're feeling gross or bloated, he literally lays his head on your stomach and goes, “this tummy’s perfect actually. 10/10 pillow. warm and soft. its honestly elite.”

• he’ll sit through the worst cramps with you, even if you're just curled up in silence. he watches whatever you want— romcom, sad girl movie, or literal YouTube commentary videos. “if it distracts you, i’m watching it. even if it’s 40 minutes about why early 2000s disney channel had the best fashion.”

• if you're irritable, he doesn’t take it personal. like at all. “why are you breathing so loud???” “my bad. i’ll just switch lungs.”

• if you cry out of nowhere (you lost a hoodie string in the wash), he just pulls you into a hug and lets you sob into his shirt. “let it out, my love. mourn the hoodie string.”

• when your self-esteem dips, he gets serious. sits you down, “listen. i know you feel gross. but you are seriously the prettiest human i’ve ever laid eyes on. like... you're stunning. even right now, in fuzzy socks and murder in your eyes.”

• he keeps a “period drawer” at his place with pads, tampons, pain meds, chocolate, fuzzy socks, and a backup hoodie of his just for you. “i stocked up. it’s the emergency kit for when my girl’s uterus goes to war.”

• he googled what foods help with cramps and tries to cook for you. once made you a salmon quinoa situation you absolutely didn’t eat, but you loved him for trying.

• he’ll literally track your cycle in his phone. he doesn’t make it weird or controlling, he just wants to know when to be extra gentle and have your favorite snacks on standby.

• calls you his “delicate little gremlin” when you’re curled up on his bed with snacks and heating pads. “look at you. fearsome. in your beast mode.”

• gives you a "period pass” — meaning anything you say goes. you want pancakes at midnight? done. you want to cuddle while watching trash TV? say less. you want to put your cold feet up his back? you got it! “your uterus is calling the shots, and i obey.”

• when your cramps are bad, he lets you lay on top of him like a heating pad. if you fall asleep? he stays still for hours. “i got nowhere better to be than under you, baby.”

• 2 words. snack roulette. when he doesn’t know what you’re craving, he just buys everything. sweet, salty, crunchy, chewy, he drops the bag on your bed like, “i got anxiety in aisle five trying to guess, so i just panic-bought the whole snack aisle.”

• remembers your period schedule better than you do sometimes. “you got really emotional last time on day 2, so... want me to cancel plans and just be with you tonight?”

• validates every single emotion like it’s the most serious thing he’s ever heard. “i cried because a crow looked lonely.” “that’s so valid. loneliness is hard. also crows are very emotional birds.”

• gives you little kisses on the forehead every time you groan in pain. “you okay?” “cramps.” kiss “cramps again.” kiss “still cramps.” double kiss

• lets you rant uninterrupted. sits there like your personal therapist while you spiral.

• occasionally says things like, “she said THAT to you? do you want me to fight her or emotionally ruin her using only two tweets?”

• random affirmations when you’re bloated and cranky, “your body’s working so hard right now. you’re literally a goddess.” “your stomach is cute and you are allowed to feel like shit.” “i’d still kiss you if you were a swamp monster.”

• offers to “sacrifice” his own comfort for yours like,“take the entire blanket, love. i don’t need it, im warm with the power of your love.” “you can yell at me if it helps. just, like, aim away from the food.”

• pretends to be mad at your uterus with you, "why would she do this to us?? we trusted her. we LOVED her."

• once asked seriously, “is there a way i can give you some of my blood so your body can chill?? like a swap?” you laughed for 10 minutes straight and then cried. and he just held you through it.

────୨ৎ──── first blurb

you’re lying sideways on the couch like a defeated worm. your blanket’s wrapped around you in a tragic little cocoon. your cramps are acting like they pay rent. your heating pad is hot, but not helping, and you may or may not be halfway through crying over a tiktok of a hamster eating spaghetti.

you text mason,

| cramps are tryna kill me, send help or mozzarella sticks

| jk. kinda. idek bro

you don’t expect a response. he’s probably busy. maybe filming, maybe with friends. maybe anything. so you go back to tiktok, continuing to sob over a golden retriever puppy who just learned how to fetch

ten minutes later, your phone buzzes,

| outside. don’t move.

girl what.

you slowly sit up like a reanimated corpse, blanket still attached, watching as he enters your house; hood up, sweatpants baggy as ever, slides with socks on, hands full of everything you could’ve wanted and more.

“emergency delivery for my dramatic little blood monster.”

you blink.

he's taking out, somehow heated mozzarella sticks, a sprite, a heating pad (??), your exact pad brand, chocolate, and a tiny stuffed duck with a little bow

“mace… did you just rob a walgreens??”

“no,” he says, dramatic eye roll following sweet. “i ransomed a walgreens. theres a difference, i pay for one of them"

he kicks off his slides and drops next to you on the couch. “how bad is it? scale of 1 to ‘murder me.’”

you groan, head flopping into his lap.

“murder me and then resurrect me as a less bloated version of myself.”

he smiles and brushes your hair away from your face. "no promises. but i can feed you mozzarella sticks and tell you how beautiful you are until the pain gets scared and leaves.”

you grin, already reaching for the snacks.

“deal.”

he wraps an arm around you, tucks the duck plush in next to you, and presses a soft kiss to your temple.“we’ll ride this out together, babe. just you, me, and fried cheese.”

────୨ৎ──── second blurb

you’re pacing the room like a feral raccoon in fuzzy socks. you’ve got cramps, your hoodie sleeves are too long, and your hair’s doing a thing. a thing you hate.

you’re bloated, your sweats don’t fit right, and someone at school had the AUDACITY to say 'you don’t even look like you’re on your period' today.

mason’s on the couch, legs folded, holding a plate of vanilla cake he got from God knows where.

he says nothing.

you whirl around. face contorted in anger, eye twitching, “and THEN he said—‘it’s not that bad, just take an advil’—LIKE BITCH, I AM BLEEDING INTERNALLY. YOU HAVE A WEAK PENIS THAT COULD NEVER ENDURE WHAT MY UTERUS DOES.”

he nods solemnly, smiling, “internal bleeding. atrocious. how dare my girlfriend woman. here, bite.”

he holds out a fork with the fluffiest vanilla cake on it. you stomp over, take it dramatically, chew with fury.“and why is it that every single time i get my period, my skin breaks out like i’m thirteen and in a clearasil commercial??”

another bite.

“people have the nerve to say ‘glow through it’ like i’m a fucking pinterest board. mason, i am not glowing. i am GREASY and UNSTABLE.”

he’s holding in a laugh, but barely. “you’re glowing in a rage-filled, powerful woman kind of way, which i think is epic”

you glare.

“you’re lucky you’re hot and feeding me.”

he shrugs.

“i know.”

you pause. take another bite, voice softening a little.

“it just sucks. i hate how i feel and how i look and how little weak XY chromosomes just... expect me to function like normal while my body’s literally in battlefield mode.”

mason puts the plate down and stands, walking over to wrap his arms around you from behind. he kisses the side of your head.

“you don’t have to function. not with me. you can cry, rage, eat cake, and threaten everyone from the safety of this house.”

he squeezes gently.

“you don’t have to shrink your feelings just ‘cause they make other people uncomfortable. if it sucks, say it sucks. and if you need me to keep the cake coming while you threaten a, ahem— weak penis XY chromosome? i got you.”

you melt into him with a sniffly laugh.

“thank you for not being a weak penis-ed XY chromosome”

he wheezes out a laugh, “of course, my love”

......later that night

you’re under a weighted blanket, still slightly annoyed at the world, but mason’s hand is rubbing slow circles on your hip while your favorite comfort movie plays. he feeds you one last bite of cake, and when your eyes flutter shut, he plants a kiss on your head, whispering “even on your worst days... you’re still my favorite.”

a/n: hope this met your standards 'nonny!

tags: @bluebvrriee @v4mpire-bit3s @neroloops @m-e-m06 @icollectrubberduckies @tuttifrutt1 @unsaidjaelinrose @sorry-for-party-rocking-rah

[amarettofemme]

hiii i just wanted to say your blog is really pretty and i’m happy we’re mutuals and i have a big friend crush on you 💕🎀🩷🤍

omg hiii ☺️ thank you you're so sweet!

friend crush reciprocated, your blog is so beautiful i love the light pink!! 🫶🏻🎀 my dms are always open if u wanna be tumblr besties 👯‍♀️

[bunnis-monsters]

ooo okey ty!! also will do >:))

also btw do you have any ideas to how you wanna characterize your angel oc? /gen

-🦢 anon

So there’s two versions of him!!

Before the fall he’s pretty easy going, and other angels see him as wise. Though, he thinks he’s pretty average in terms of intelligence, he’s actually on the smarter side. He can be a bit ditzy, and doesn’t understand how beautiful he is. He is curious about the human body, and doesn’t understand social normals and boundaries that humans have. He’s humble and kind! Other angels rely on him a lot, he’s kind of like an older brother to them!

After the fall, he starts out absolutely terrified and clings to you for safety and reassurance. His mind is slightly twisted, and he becomes super attached to you. When an angel is cast away from heaven, they often turn to another being to worship, and his choice is you. Though he still doesn’t understand his beauty, he will use it to seduce you, and now his intelligence helps him keep you within arms reach through manipulation. His brethren in heaven miss him dearly…

He doesn’t always become a fallen angel, it’s just an option. Kind of like a different route in a game.

[elodieunderglass]

[pintrestgrl]

could we have a lil drabble of precious having a bad nightmare of her dad n barry trying to comfort her in his own twisted way? take this anywhere you want to lovely<3

a/n - this is so short just kill me at this point

PRECIOUS ‘N BARRY

barry knew about the things that haunted precious. he truly did. he knew every last detail of it. he also knew how to help precious. in every meaning of the word.

it didnt shock him when precious yet again woke up in a sweat, panicking. this was a bi-weekly occurrence at that point. she woke up, pushing his hands off of her as she softly wept. barry spoke. “fucks the deal with you, precious?” she stayed silent.

he heard her quick breaths fill the room, sitting up to rub at her back. she flinched, creeping away from his touch. he knew she got like this sometimes, overstimulated. she didnt want anyone touching her. but this was different. this had reasoning behind it.

he knew she wouldnt snap out of it unless forced. so he did what he had to do, he thought. he snuck up on her, grabbing her by her ribs, and pinning her down with his knee. she screamed, pushing and slapping at his face. he grunted, letting a irritated breath out of his nose.

he spoke. “tell me what happened.” she huffed, furrowing her brows at him. she stayed silent. he spoke again, “what was it, huh? was it about your fuckin’ dad?” she froze, her eyes staying stuck to his. he rolled his eyes, muttering out at ‘k.’ his forearm went to her ribs, holding her down singlehandedly now.

he promptly pulled her panties off of her, as her breathing quickened up. she screamed, writhing under him. he lowered the waistband of his pants, pulling out his growing dick. he held her down, speaking. “precious. look at me. see? its me, not your daddy. keep lookin’ at me.” he said, pushing harshly inside of her.

her lips parted, keeping eye contact. she moaned, watching him. he returned her gaze, thrusting in and out of her. he spoke. “who is it baby, who am i?” she swallowed, panting. “bear. mmph— barry.” he grinned, breathing out a chuckle. “yeah. thats right, precious.”

she felt him speed up his pace, pressing down on her lower stomach. his forehead dropped to hers, pressing kisses on the corner of her mouth. she spoke. “bear— ‘m gonna cum.” he nodded, letting out a breath. “i know, baby. go ‘head.” she moved her head, letting her lips connect to his.

she bit down on his lower lip, drawing out a groan from him. she felt him twitch inside of her, cumming with him. they moaned into eachothers mouth, quick kisses coming after. he muttered into her mouth. “you— you feel better, precious?” she hummed against his lips, nodding.

he sat up, looking down at her state. she had been crying the whole time. he could tell. he wiped under her eyes, admiring her. he dropped his hand, pressing a kiss to her knee. he picked her panties back up, sliding them up her body. he patted the mound between her legs, grinning.

he laid back down next to her, letting her crawl up into him. she let one of her hands go up his shirt, laying against the warm skin of his stomach. she sighed, nuzzling up into him. she kept quiet, not a word leaving her. he knew better then to make her talk about it.

he knew that was only a short term solution. that she’d end up in the same situation as soon as next week. but he also knew she probably didnt even want to try to permanently fix the problem. she was too scared. too nervous.

she was too comfortable with being uncomfortable.

tags : (dm if u wanna b added, or taken off.)

@lacehartz @battybaby111 @maybanksangel @kittyreposts @littlelamy @theeternaloptimistt @sugaraanddiesel @enchantedstarfish @iwishiknew-69 @heavenlyangelbaby @rafesdoe

[rosiesrroses]

Introducing lavender!reader

someone who walks instead of rides, forgives instead of fights, and loves without asking for anything back.

lavender!reader ... who got into a horrible car accident when she was ten.

lavender!reader ... whose parents moved to a lavender farm so that she could recover peacefully.

lavender!reader … who is pierre gasly’s little sister.

lavender!reader ... who's afraid of being in a car and walks everywhere.

lavender!reader ... who hums to herself when she walks because pierre hates when she walks with headphones on.

lavender!reader ... who never takes the elevator, always the stairs.

lavender!reader ... who feels guilty because she couldn't go support her brother at his karting events or races.

lavender!reader ... who sometimes gets frustrated at her brother's protectiveness.

lavender!reader ... who always gets flowers sent to her no matter how far pierre is.

lavender!reader ... who wants to go and support pierre but he doesn't want her to go because of her accident.

lavender!reader ... who feels guilty about missing all of pierre's milestones.

lavender!reader ... who loves her family very much.

lavender!reader ... who's always taking care of everyone around her because she hates being a burden.

lavender!reader ... whose mother taught her how to bake when she was recovering.

lavender!reader ... who smells like lavender, vanilla and honey.

lavender!reader ... who loves drinking lavender matcha and chamomile tea.

lavender!reader ... who's kind to everyone and easy to trust.

lavender!reader … who forgives easily.

[gender-premium-tm]

Oc drawing ask meme: 🤟 - drawing representing the culture, native language, national origin, or other formative influence of the character. Any character.

THE PHILIPPINES‼️‼️ i <3 making filipino characters :)))) listen to dilaw it’s a banger

reblogs>>>likes

[silusvesuius]

could you draw ulfric and galmar :>

yes boo as a wednesday special you get the other 3 too just cus i feel like drawing heads lately

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hii love, hope you're doing well!! 💗💗

thank you for responding to my mamma mia au thingy, it's so cool, i loved it!! I'm rooting for pietro being the dad but bucky being her true love (like sam) and tan being the gay uncle and everyone just lives together in peace and butterflies and rainbows 🫠

anyways if you're okay with doing some text messages with bucky, I'll be totally grateful (I'd prefer them to be sfw as it's still ramadan and I'm refraining from reading smut hehe)

thank you angel, you're my comfort writer really! 💗💗💗

— 🦢

hii my love!! I am and hope you are too. ofc!! you’re always welcome, it was such a fun idea! it this was a little harder to think in the mind of how bucky texts, im so used to tan😭 I am??🥲 you’re the sweetest, thank you so much!! 💞💞💞💞

TEXTS WITH BUCKY BARNES.

click on the first, and swipe through —

was really hard to think of how a 100+ year old previously weaponised man texts and talks 😭😭 I feel like he’d be really dry? but unintentionally??

[professional-yearner]

Ok first of all loved your Von hcs.

Second, if you feel comfortable answering, what if we take this one step further: How would Von feel if his cyare got pregnant and he was suddenly thrust into fatherhood?

(Clone Wars media is so wishy washy on the fertility issue but let's say it was a happy accident or he had a mutation that allowed for that.)

Omg omg omg!!

(From my understanding they tried to make the clones infertile, but it backfired and made that batch less aggressive?? Idk star wars logic lol)

My guy would be elated. Not only are you tied to him forever, but little combinations of the two of you running around?! He could faint from happiness.

Plus I hc that at least most clones have breeding kinks

If your not so into the idea, he will feel a bit bad, but he will beg and plead (not guilt!) You into keeping it. If you cannot be convinced, however, he will love you just as much as if you said yes, even if he is a bit let down.

If you do say yes or are into it, he would be so gentle with you during your pregnancy. Not quite able to hide how almost manicly joyous he is at both being able to take care of you and bringing new mini you's into the galaxy as well! (Not to say this was his plan all along, but this was his plan all along)

Watch him be almost the most protective he's ever been when you're pregnant, always having one hand on you whether you're in public or at home, nearly growling at anyone who gets too close. You're his, now everyone can see that.

He loves playing domestic with you, would definitely defect and move the two of you out to somewhere more peaceful and safe like Naboo with the help of his brothers.

He will be a wonderful father, he would be over the moon to have you bearing his children. He sees so much of you in them (I'm using plurals so much bc he would definitelywant to try for more), he can't help being extremely protective of them as well.

He would train them from a young age to defend themselves, and admittedly is a little pushy when it comes to them leaving the house when they turn at least 21. He can't help that he still wants you all to himself. He was always a bit sore when you'd have to spend time away from him caring for the younglings, so he tried to be as hands on as possible. A great father, but always the tiniest bit distant, not able to replicate the love he had for you completely.

Even so, the kids would love him and you, admittedly picking up some obsessive tendencies in their future relationships from watching their father. Not to mention being protective of their mother, which they also got from observing their father's behavior.

(Thank you sm for all the asks btw, you're the sweetest ever!!)

[punchfirstwordslast]

Viiiiiii! Some pretty rich girl is at the door!!! *Powder yells* is it your giiiiiiirlfrieeeend!?

she’ll hear you!! [ vi rushes over ] powder. don’t. say anything weird. okay? you don’t even have to say anything.

[ vi opens the front door and smiles, letting caitlyn in ] hey cupcake!

( @caitlyn-kiramman206

[voie-lacte3]

i neeed some mason x reader dry humping or just some suggestive stuff pls only what you’re comfortable with ilyy

i fear this wasn't executed properly 😔

| dry humping!!

| i apologize in advance cause this did not eat

the air is thick, room filled with heavy breathing. you're straddling mason, laced panties barely visible, yet absolutely drenched.

his hands are wrapped safely around your waist, pulling you closer, his eyes locked with yours.

your mouths crash together, tongues in a fiery dance. one of your hands tangles in his curls, pulling slightly, a beautiful noise coming from deep within him.

he starts to move, slow and cautious, testing the waters. the friction of his slacks against your bare thighs, the growing tension between you both making everything euphoric.

you rock your hips against his, creating a steady, hypnotizing rhythm. your nails dig into his shoulders,

“fuck n/n," he whimpers, twitching uncontrollably underneath you. “you like that?” you whisper against his ear, eliciting a groan from him.

you continue your movements, leaving a wet patch. "see what you do to me," you mumble, watching as his eyes shift down.

he groans when he see's the wet mark, mouth searching for yours. you lean down and kiss him, sucking on his tongue as you unbutton the grey vest he had on.

you move your mouth down to his neck, sucking marks all over his collarbone,

"ah sh-shit... at this rate, i-i’m gonna cum—fuck b-baby, slow down." he groans, throwing his head back against the headboard behind him with a soft thud.

you comply and roll your hips languidly, enough to keep him squirming but not enough to make him orgasm. you lean forward and hold onto his shoulders, keeping your balance as you move back and forth on his lap— giving him an unobstructed view of your ass.

his breathing grows rapidly, the band in his stomach growing tighter and tighter each passing second. you smirk as you feel him twitch, his noises becoming more and more desperate.

"o-oooh fuck, faster, faster, please baby", he grabs your waist, pushing you against him at a faster, rougher pace.

with just a few more buck of your hips, you feel him shudder, a long drawn out moan escaping his throat. his hips buck up with each spurt of cum that escapes him.

his whole body is twitching, moan after moan leaving his body, your hips not stopping until he whimpers out a small, "baby..."

you get up slowly, taking a good look at him,

mason was slumped against the headboard, his bare chest heaving up and down— dark marks starting to appear, his grey slacks now soiled in his cum.

"you okay?" you mumble, caressing his face gently. he looks up, lashes slightly wet, "mhm" he lazily replies, pulling you back down. he gives you a kiss before smirking, "lets go shower"

a/n: okay so ik this high key sucks but keep in mimd THIS IS THE FIRST THING I WRITE THATS SUGGESTIVE 😭😭 i'll get better guys TRUST 🙏🏼

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tags: @bluebvrrie @v4mpire-bit3s @neroloops @m-e-m06 @icollectrubberduckies @tuttifrutt1 @unsaidjaelinrose

[rafeplay]

( ㅅ´ ˘ `) 𝓢𝓦𝓔𝓔𝓣𝓟𝓔𝓐. miss world. twenty-one. she/her. minors dni. ageless + blank blogs dni. masterlist. recent. ao3. ko-fi. dddne.

icon art by @/chiaburoaica :3

[rafesteddy]

do u have any recommendations for rafe smau, like completely all pics (twitter insta messages etc) 💓💓

Hi hun!!! 💕 I have a few. Sorry I can't really remember off the top of my head if they're entirely images 😭🩷

@rafesbabygirlx - trophy wife

@edwardslvrr - packing it up

@ghostofwriting - riding the edge

@darlingstarkey - think later

@maybejj - criminal love

@zyafics - heartbreak live (& red ferrari chase)

@futuremrscameron - body favors

if you decide you want a little fic with it too 💕

@rafesbuzzcutseason - wicked games

@inthelibrarybtw -pretend you want me

@drewsephrry - love island smau

[pintrestgrl]

PLEASE, could we have Barry seeing precious genuinely upset or something, (you can make up why she’s upset) and he like tries to be sweet because yes!…n like he can maybe coax her to use his dick as a pacifier to shut her up before he gets annoyed…

PRECIOUS ‘ND BARRY

yes this is cute n actually it happens all the time , also can we ignore how short this is thx

barry didn’t wanna be dealin’ with this shit. he just got off work, and the last shit he wanted to hear was precious rambling on about how her daddy never loved her— he wasn’t gonna last long.

he sat there, rubbin the nape of her neck as she sat her head in his lap, cryin away like always. he slapped her cheek a lil bit, softly patting the area. “precious, just fuckin’ relax a lil, stop.”

she looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with tears. she looked like she hated him. she probably did, somewhere deep down. just a little. she simply put her head back down on his tummy, makin the material wet and snotty once again.

he did care about precious, really. but he didn’t like seein her so upset about something that wasn’t him. he should be the only one she has a complaint about. it was irritating, how worked up she could get.

she silently lifted up the hem of his shirt, pressing her cheek against his warm tummy. she just wanted to be soothed. comforted. but he didn’t wanna do all that. he felt her chin nudge the tip of his sleeping dick , nd he was done.

he held her by the back of her head, pushing her head down to rub his cock with her cheek. she whined, mumbling a ‘quit’ nd ‘stop’. he laughed, continuing his movements.

she whined, her eyes swelling with tears again. he always did this. wanted to distract her. nd maybe it worked— temporarily. but in the end , she’d always be found crying again anyway. she didn’t even wanna suck his dick. she wasn’t in the mood.

he probably knew that. but she knew it wouldn’t ever stop him. she felt his dick get hard against her cheek. he pulled down the waistband of his shorts , his dick springing out against her face, nudging her upper lip.

she frowned, staring up at him. “this’ll shut you up real nice, precious. i know it.” he tapped his cock against her lips, before forcing her mouth open to put the tip in. her lips wrapped around the tip, shamefully.

“no more tears, aight? gotta focus on this. he ain’t ever gonna help you, precious. always gonna be me. he don’t matter.” she nodded, his dick still resting in her mouth. he flashed her a grin, patting her cheek.

she slowly began moving her head up n down, her eyes filling with tears for different reasons when he pushed her head down. she gagged around him, his cock hittin the back of her throat.

she drew out multiple groans from him, continuing her movements. he ran his hands down her hair, smoothing it back— before pushing her head down and keeping it there. she looked up at him, her mouth full. he subtly moved his hand to pinch her nose shut, cutting off her breathing.

he laughed as her eyes fell confused n teary, before fucking into the back of her throat, cumming in her mouth. he moved both his hands, watching as she pulled off and coughed, choking on his cum.

he grinned, tucking himself back into his pants as she swallowed thickly. it fell silent, her quick breathing filling the room. “that shut you up real quick, huh? told you.”

she looked away embarrassingly, shutting her rambling up from earlier n laying back down on his tummy. he ran his hands down her hair, silently. maybe now, she would finally be satisfied.

[rosiesrroses]

tw - car accident 

the day of the crash…

pierre had left before the sun rose, but not before giving you a goodbye hug (even though you were half asleep) and putting on the good luck bracelet you made him ages ago.

Now, sunlight was spilling into your room through your white lace curtains as you got ready to go to a friend's house.

your mom stood in the kitchen, humming to herself as she made you blueberry pancakes like she does every other morning.

“good morning, maman,” you sleepily beamed up at your mom once you’ve entered the kitchen.

“good morning, mon ange,” she kissed you on your forehead, “i made your favourite,” 

you quietly thanked her as you sat down at the dining room table and began to eat your breakfast. 

“maman, can i call pipou now please?” you asked her once you finished your breakfast.

she crouched down beside you and clicked on your brother's contact and handed you the phone as the soft ringing sound echoed in the kitchen… and went straight to voicemail. 

but that didn’t stop you from babbling on as soon as the beep ended, leaving him a cheerful message for him to listen to before his last karting race.

“hi pipou,” you giggled sleepily, “maman made pancakes again and i saved you one for when you come back” 

you slowly swung your legs beneath the table, “i wish i could come watch you, but maman said it’s too far. so today maman said i can go visit my friend,”

“bonne chance, pipou. i know you’ll win. bye bye”  you took the last sip of your mom’s homemade blueberry juice, ending the call with a quiet hum and handed your moms phone back to her.

your mom smiled as she took her phone back, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear, “go get ready, mon ange. we’ll leave in ten,”

you went back upstairs and got changed into the outfit your mom laid out for you the night before; a soft off white top and trouser set and slipped on your white nike sneakers.

after you brushed your teeth and your mom did your hair, you were in the passenger seat, legs curled up beneath you despite your mom’s warning that it wasn’t safe.

you didn’t know.

you just pressed your cheek to the window and watched the buildings blur past as your mom sang off key along to the radio. 

you were just about to ask how much longer when the world tilted.

a flash of red.

brakes screaming.

glass exploding.

metal crunching next to you.

your mom pleading your name.

but then it was quiet, 

the distorted voice of the radio show host,

your mom gripping your fingers, pleading with you to stay with her,

and your own breath, shallow, fading far, far away.