#DON‘T TOUCH ME I‘M SOFT

[littledes1re]

First touch

Pairing: Joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: you didn‘t had many partners throughout the years, you are unexperienced. Joel, your older boyfriend, takes your virginity.

Warnings: 18+, Mdni, smut, pinv, softdom!joel miller, slight ddlg undertones, oral m!receiving, slight overstimulation, fingering, unexperienced virgin!reader, BIG praise kink, pet names, nervous!reader, age gap! (20s x 50s), lots of fluff, aftercare

„You sure?“ Joel asked you, a gentle reminder that you are safe, a reminder that you can stop anytime you want and that he will always be there, to make you feel comfortable. Joel has always been like that, since the beginning of your relationship and even before that. He made you feel safe, taken care of, comfortable and loved. All of those things that people thought he couldn‘t give you, because of the big age gap you two had.

You met trough friends, he was the older brother of tommy— a friend you never really paid attention to that much. You talked occasionally and that‘s was it. After meeting his brother, you basically started being best friends with tommy, you wanted to see Joel every day. You wanted to spend time with him, you wanted to catch his attention.

Fast forward Joel did fall in love with you, the guilt of looking at a young girl like you was existing, but it wasn‘t something he could control. The love and affection was one, that he could not get out of his head. Your pretty face, cheeks flaming up with a pretty pink color, biting on those plump lips and giving him all the sweetest eyes. He was just a man, after all.

„I‘m sure, Joel. Teach me.“ your voice is just above a whisper. The lights were dimmed, the sheets clean and freshly washed. The air carried a wooden scent, while the soft splatter of rain met the windows of his apartment. Your freshly shaved legs brushed against the sheets, reveling in their smooth touch.

The past days there had been a tension. A sexual tension. It all began with a make out on the couch. His lips hungrily latching into your neck, then going down your breasts. Your hips began unexpectedly to move, feeling his bulge grow from the friction. Before his hands could go further down your body, you stopped him, coming to your senses. You were a virgin and as much as you would‘ve loved that joel took you right then and there, you were still scared. Scared about messing something up, scared to do something weird and maybe make Joel uncomfortable. You were worried that you couldn‘t meet his expectations, he was a grown man. Seemingly had many sexual encounters and he was feeling confident.

But joel wasn‘t your man if he didn‘t asked you all day long if he had done something wrong or why you abruptly stopped him.

He was still carefully navigating trough all. Your age was something that didn‘t held him, but he took everything slower. Knowing you don‘t have the experience, knowing that at this time you are still learning and still needed some form of assistance.

You told him that day what was bothering you. Told him you were a virgin, made it clear that you were scared. And god bless— Joels eyes softened, a sigh leaving his lips, a relieved one. He was more than understandable, even found it cute that you would think that it‘s something to be embarrassed about. The topic was moved for another day. When you felt comfortable enough to lose your virginity.

But the day came faster then you had initially thought.

See, you were still crazily attracted to your man. Still feeling his bulge between your legs when you grinded on him, still feeling that throbbing that suddenly appeared when he started to bite your skin. The lust and hunger was still there, lurking inside of you, not letting you go. Squirming and squeezing your thighs just did not cut it. And Joel noticed it. Noticed your pretty eyes all hazy, looking up to him, expecting something, lost in the neediness, mind completely clouded. Caught it the way you put the blanket between your legs, in the middle of the night. Your hot cheeks whenever he talked to you, tripping over your words, wanting just one more kiss before he leaves. It was all so obvious.

So he asked you— asked you if he could make love to you. Your eyes widened, a small sense of embarrassment going trough you while your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red. But you felt relief in your heart, that finally something was gonna happen. Because you definitely wouldn’t have dared to ask him yourself. So you said yes.

„Gonna take it slow, yea? Teach you everything, make sure you‘re ready.“

You trusted him. Joel was a great man, these five months you were together with him, he took things always slow, had big patience, gentle and calculated. His words always calmed you down, no matter what. Joel with his rough edges, was a sweet loving man who always put you first.

His hand were gently caressing your thigh, fingertips drawing circles on your skin and awaiting for an answer.

„Yes. Slow.“ you nodded your head to him, smiling.

„Okey, sweetheart. Then undress for me, will you?“ you obligated, standing up from the bed and slowly removing every piece of clothing from your body except from your panties. You followed Joels eyes as he sat in front of you, his gaze going to your breast then your pussy, to your legs and landing on your face, licking his lips and then giving you a soft nod to tell you that you did good.

The room was warm, wrapped in the soft glow of candlelight. Joel had arranged them carefully, he was a romantic after all. The ambience held you like a whispered secret, familiar yet charged with something unspoken. And though you stood in that comforting light, vulnerability clung to you. Naked before him, your arms instinctively crossed over your chest. Joel’s eyes traced the delicate rise of goosebumps on your skin, the slight tremble in your legs. You were nervous, hesitant, unsure. Poor thing.

„C‘mere.“ he stretched his arms out, giving you a sign with his hand to let you know that you should walk to him. You immediately do, falling into his arms, sitting down on his left thigh as he wraps his arms around your back. His scent filling you, the flannel he was wearing creating a friction against your nipples. Your face heating, but you try to concentrate on your man. His sweet eyes, that reassuring look he always gives you. The few freckles on his nose, the patches of white in his beard.

„Sweet girl, y’don‘t have to be nervous, I promise, it’s all just us having fun, enjoying each others company. I‘ll take care of you.“ his hand gently tucking the strand of hair behind you ear and then giving your cheek a little pinch.

You sigh.

„I know, Joel. But I-I’ve never did this before, so i‘m just nervous. I don‘t know how to explain it. It‘s a lot.“

„Shh, I know, I know. We can always stop, yea? Always, baby. Don‘t want you to feel uncomfortable.“ his eyes were scan your face, searching for an answer, for a sign that you were okey. You break through the tension in the room with giggling, noticing his eyes get wide for a second at the your unexpected demeanour.

„You are so sweet to me, Joel. I want this, swear. I‘m not feeling uncomfortable at all. Just a little nervous, that‘s all.“

His lips forming into a smile, he cups your cheek softly and then slowly pulls you in for a kiss. It starts off slow, soft and full of love. His lips moving in rhythm with yours, it feels warm, familiar. Your hands find his curls, gently caressing them back. It remembers you of the first time he kissed you, how careful he was, asking for permission and then leaving you breathless and just more in love with him.

The kiss slowly transforms into something hungrier, messier, his tongue entering your mouth, as breathing gets harder and harder. The room disappears around you, your senses focus on joel—his calloused hands exploring your naked body, squeezing the flesh of your ass, the little groans leaving his lips whenever he dives his tongue into your mouth over and over again. A friction slowly being created by his jeans, becoming slowly and steadily more and more intense, the rough fabric meeting your clit, making you buck your hips into his crotch. Feeling his hardened cock in his pants, sweat starting to build on your forehead, breaking the kiss off.

Joel doesn‘t care though, he goes for your neck. Nibbling the skin, leaving gentle kisses and biting into you. Going lower and lower, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing them, rough, pinching your nipples, making you gasp. And while catching your breath, your body doesn‘t stop moving in his lap. Getting off on his bulge, your panties getting soaked just more.

And as joels eyes look up to you from biting and kissing your body, his hands encourage you to grind faster, encouraging you to cum on him. But you were not ready, yet.

You look down on his bulge and stop grinding, your hands landing on his shirt, slowly moving down, making him confused about what you are doing. You smile softly, gently laying your hand on his cock, looking up to him with big doe eyes.

„Wanna take care of me? S‘that it?“ he asks, breathless.

„Yea, if you teach me how?“ you can feel your cheeks heat up once again. Nervously biting the inside of your mouth, awaiting an answer. Yet, you didn‘t know why you were so nervous. Maybe it was the way Joel turned you on, maybe it was the fact that you‘ve never been intimate with someone, maybe it was because every body told you, that first times are always bad and awkward.

„Of course. Told ya, gonna teach you.“

„How about you get on your knees for me, honey.“ the look he gives you is intimidating, slowly letting go of your hips and body. Excitement runs through your, as you stand up and slowly kneel in front of his spread legs. But before you do he stops you, putting a pillow to the ground and nodding to you.

„S‘better, like this. Or your knees get sore.“

Joels hands lands on his pants, feeling the zipper and opening it. His head was spinning with how much lust he was feeling. You looked gorgeous. On your knees in front of him, glassy eyes looking up, pretty pink cheeks and pouty lips—all just for him, ready to please him, ready to be taught. He still saw the nervousness in your eyes, going back and forth, not knowing what to do. And poor thing, a big wet spot was already visible on your panties, making him almost coo into the room. You were needy, excited and Joel wanted to give you everything to please you. Your eyes followed as he pulled his hard cock out. Gulping at the size of him. He was thick, with a big mushroom head, pulsing red and already leaking, waiting for your mouth. Veins and veins going down his shaft, a bush of public hair awaiting at the end. Your eyes slightly widening, licking your lips, making Joel smile at the look of anticipation you were giving his cock. Like you‘ve waited so long for this to happen.

So you dared to move your hands, landing on his jeans, still unsure if you should touch him or not. But Joel notices, gently taking your hand and placing it on his cock.

„S‘okey. Don‘t have to put me in your mouth just yet. Give it some love first. Just like—” he gently wrapped your hand around his shaft with your hand underneath, slowly beginning to pump up and down, as you just watch how his head throbs and throbs. „—Like this, up and down. There we go, angel.“

Warmth runs through you at his praise, slowly getting the hang of it, jerking him off, his hands leaving yours and landing on the bed, stabilising himself. His breath was coming out shaky, a grunt leaving his throat, trying to bite back the louder moans. And he found it too fucking cute, the way you were focused on his cock, small hands just working on him with caution but also curiosity. Sometimes daring to squeeze him a bit, sometimes just focusing on the head. And he let you, let you work on your own place, let you learn it yourself and find everything out.

„Can I put it in my mouth?“

„Course, baby. Don‘t even have to ask me.“ he chuckles, his hand holding his dick once again, gently bringing it near your mouth. You first instinct is to give his tip some kitten licks, some sweet kisses, then stick your tongue out so he can tap his head on your tongue. Your eyes slightly rolling back, the pleasure in your abdomen getting almost unbearable.

„There we go, that‘s it. Close those lips around it, c‘mon.“

And you just do that, closing your lips around his head and just feeling it. You look up to him, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaping, quick breaths leaving his lips. Concentrating on not coming so fast.

„Just slowly, baby. Inch by inch.“ he murmured, slowly and carefully pushing his cock into your mouth. „Thaaat‘s it.“ And while it was first overwhelming, you quickly got used to the feeling. The feeling of his shaft laying heavily on top of your tongue, feeling every vain, every pulse in there. Warm, wet and soft. Even if Joel was lost in the pleasure he kept scanning your face for any discomfort, stopping at just half of his dick and gently pulling out again, letting you catch your breath. And while he slowly jerked his cock in his hand, his other hand cupped your cheek, searching for your eyes, for permission to continue. And you gave it to him. You wanted to take him, you wanted to suck him off, not leave him like that.

Opening your mouth once more you took him in. This time replacing his hand by yours and starting to have a little rhythm. Bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, sometimes squeezing the rest of his shaft with your hands, trying to twirl around his head and being thankful for not having a gag reflex. His grunts and little moans on top, encouraging you to go faster, sloppier and get more confident. Joel notices the drool leaving your mouth, your tits moving with your head and your hips starting to hump the air. He was mesmerised.

„Goddamn, angel. Already doing so fucking good. Have me on the verge of cumming all over you, here.“

You pull off his dick, a sting of spit connecting all of it, while you look into Joels begging eyes. His jaw clenched, sweat also already forming on his face. You wanted him to cum, you wanted to see it, you wanted him to paint you all over your tits and have it dripping down your body. Needy, desperate you took him into your mouth again. This time going faster, focussing on the pulsing head as you felt Joels hands on your hair, putting it into a ponytail, taking control and making you suck him off in his tempo.

„Prettiest fucking girl.“ he groans. But he was still being cautious, not trying to go too fast with your hair, not trying to get too rough, scare you off. But at the look of your face and the way your mouth was latched onto him, he knew that even if he was going rough, you would enjoy it.

You felt his whole cock in your mouth pulse as moans spilled from his lips. You looked up to him, his head thrown to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, his legs slightly shaking. You pulled off, wrapping your hands around his shaft and jerking him off, sudden spurts and spurts of cum releasing all over you. Painting your tits, your thighs and even the carpet. His breathing was rough as you tried your best to pump him trough his orgasm. And as the streams of cum let on, his eyes opening again, you smiled up to him. Satisfied with yourself and your work.

„Was that good?“ you ask softly, standing up from the ground, gently sitting down besides him. His body still limb, breath still coming heavy as you gently push the salt and pepper hair away from his face.

„Y‘kidding, angel? That was more than good. You did so fucking well, c‘mere.“ he pulls you into his arms again, you sit down once again in his lap, trying your best not to touch his cock that was still laying out, as you embrace his kisses on your neck and forehead. Hand cupping your cheek, gently stroking it and then giving you a peck on your lips. But you squirm, scolding closer to him, rubbing your panties along his jeans, bucking your hips in need. The tingly feeling in your tummy just spreading more and more while Joels hands explore your body.

„Oh, my poor baby.“ he coos.

„Look at you. Already soaked for me, hm? Now it‘s your turn, yea? Gonna teach you how to take cock— ” he murmurs into your ear, biting your earlobe, leaving wet kisses around as you try to hide your face in his shoulder. „Gonna stretch you out, show you how good it feels.“

„Please.“ and how can he say no to that? How can you say no to those pretty eyes, to that sweet pout on your lips, your hips bucking in need. Joel would do everything for you, with just a look of your eyes.

„Yea s‘alright, I know baby. Let‘s see, c‘mon. Lay down.“

You do what he says, quickly. Laying down on the bed, your hair spreading over the pillows, Joels scent surrounds you. You can feel the throbbing in your panties, the sticky feeling, your thighs aching and in your head already dizziness. Once more, excitement runs through you, this time feeling a little more confident but still nervous on what Joels next move is. Joel does the same, getting into the bed with you, suiting him up between you legs.

„Spread them some more for me, will you?“

You do just as he asked you to, slowly opening your legs, spreading them, revealing your panties fully to him. Softly smiling to you, he gently caressed your inner thighs, squeezing your hips and inching closer to your lower abdomen, his fingertips lightly brushing over your mound, making your breath stop for a second. But he never touches over your pussy, always staying close, poking at your thighs, gently caressing. Bending down, kissing your mound, his beard roughly going over your skin. An attempt to tease you, to make you more desperate than you already are. Your hips bucking into his lips, earning a chuckle as he squeezed your hips down again.

„Little desperate, aren‘t we?“

„Please, Joel.“ you whimpered out, the frustration growing as he gently blowed air on top of your panties, on the little wet spot, a gentle cool catching your clit that keeps throbbing in need. A whine leaving your lips. And if you wouldn‘t know better you would huff and puff, squeeze your fists in frustration, but you wanted to be good for him.

„Oh I know, baby. I know. How about I do this, hm?“ his fingertips finally landing on top of your panties, your clit already making a big imprint on the fabric, making it easy for him to find. His thumb gently gives you one rub, then going down pressing in your hole making the cloth only wetter. He plays with you like this. You and your pussy crying in need as Joel take his time to pet you over your panties, playing with the squelching of your wetness, tapping on your little nub, just to see your reaction. And all that with a concentrated look in his face, sometimes giving you a kiss on your mound, thighs and clit. Sometimes going up and pinching your nipples. All the while you lay there trying to not cry from frustration. His lips giving a tsk whenever you try to whine, shaking his head at you—disappointed. And you didn‘t want to be bad for him.

After those agonising minutes he decides that he teased you enough, suddenly taking your underwear off and tossing it around the room. You take a breath, a relief, finally it was over. His face hungrily looks at your pussy, his lips turning into a smirk as he spreads your lips with both of his thumbs, blows air once more, seeing you flutter around nothing, your clit moving and wetness just spreading everywhere.

„Fucking cute, look at that. Aching in need.“ he coos, a gasp falling from your lips as he puts one thumb on your clit, slowly feeling the little nub, rubbing it in a few circles.

„Gooood, good. Feels good, huh baby?“

You can‘t do nothing but to nod your head, whimpering your hands landing on his arm, trying to get him to do more. To finally make you cum, to touch you, to give you what you need. Joel‘s smug face just looks at you, nodding his head—hushing you at the same time. Middle finger teasing at your clenching hole, he slowly puts the tip of his finger in, trying, feeling around, then pulling out and slowly filling you with his whole finger, finally. Moans spilling from your lips, as you feel his finger in you. The thumb on your clit not letting up, rubbing you to your first orgasm.

„There we go, theeere we go, angel. That was a good one.“ he praises you.

Your legs shaking as you lose yourself in the euphoric feeling and the relief washing over you. Pulsing and pulsing, clenching and clenching on his finger, you come down, catching your breath, looking at joel who just softly smiles at you, nodding his head. His finger not stopping, as his thumb returns to your clit again, overstimulating you, whimpers falling from your lips.

„Shh, need to stretch you properly, hon. S‘all for your own good.“ while saying that, his second finger enters you, Joel watching the stretch, the gushing all over the place, his lips turning into a smirk as your cunt pulls his fingers deeper, not letting go. He thrusts them in and out, looking at your poor overstimulated face, lips all bitten red, your tummy clenching and your tits moving up an down.

„Prettiest fuckin‘ cunt i‘ve ever seen. Taking two fingers just like it‘s nothin‘. Little nub throbbing in need, fucking pretty. Huh, angel what do ya say? Two fingers feeling good?“

You were unable to answer, just a little whine of ‚Joel‘ leaving your lips, chanting his name like it‘s the only thing you know of. The filth that was coming from his mouth, gets you already on the verge of cumming again. You squeeze your eyes shut as your legs shook and you desperately cum on his fingers. Clenching, shaking, gushing. He hushes you through it, praising you and fingering you until you calm down again. The feeling of coming two times, makes your legs feel limb, body relaxing on his bed and your head clouded. You don‘t notice as Joel leaves your cunt, undresses himself beside the bed. Only when he suddenly appears on top of you. Two big muscular arms caging you, Joel scanning your face—once again, looking for signs of discomfort.

But his sweet girl was swimming on top of clouds, cunt all satisfied and her eyes just looking at him with love.

„That‘s what ya just needed, hm? Where is my girl?“

„Here.“ you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails caressing down his back and finally feeling the warmth from your man. He chuckles, giving you a long kiss on your forehead, two kisses on your cheeks and nuzzles into your chest. You were happy, comfortable, warm. Knowing that your man does everything to make you feel better. Knowing that he takes care of you. Knowing that his already hardened cock, that you feel on your thigh is gonna fuck you, finally.

„You still need my cock, baby. Stretched you out so good, now I need to be inside you or i‘m gonna fuckin‘ explode.“ he whispers into your ear, making you giggle once more. You nod your head, hips moving against his cock desperately, wanting to finally feel him whole, wanting him to fill you. Joel sees the way your eyes scream in need, so he wastes no time and opens the drawer to your right, pulling a condom out and opening it with his mouth, before spitting the plastic into the room. And that was maybe the hottest thing you‘ve ever seen in your life. With a swift and easy move he bend down and puts the condom over his shaft, then returns on top of you, caging you once more with his arms.

He presses his forehead against you, looking into your pretty eyes while you look into his brown ones. „Take a deep breath for me, hon.“ and you do, taking in a deep breath, and exhaling it out, while the room turns dark and silenced once again, his tip begins entering you. The eyes of your man turning worried as you let out a hiss, puckering his lips and kissing your forehead.

„s’just a sting, it‘s okey.“ he whispers, all the while he pulls out and then enters you once more.

And he was right—it was a small sting and while he thrusted in and out again you slowly got used to the feeling. „Focus on me, you are doing so, so good.“ he whispers, Joels sweet, loving eyes were looking out for you, trying his best to determine if your expression was one that enjoyed his cock. But smiled as a big moan fell from your lips.

„That‘s right, baby. Feels good?“ every time he entered you, he pushed just a little bit more and more from his shaft into you, making the stretch bigger and bigger but it didn‘t hurt. It felt good. You nodded your head to him, your lips turning into a pout as you whined to him, feeling his cock entering you a whole, a cry of Joels name falling repeatedly from his lips while he nodded his head at you. „I know, I know. Shh, s‘ a big stretch, I know baby.“ he keeps cooing at you, nodding his head, softly caressing your face, your hair and giving you a look of empathy. And how proud he was for his sweet girl. Taking him so so well, already beginning to moan into the room, letting him know that it feels good. Bracing himself, he starts a rhythm, daring to go a little faster, thrusting in and out of your cunt. Squelching sounds and moans fill the room.

A curl hanging from Joels head, as sweat starts to build up once more, on both of your bodies. One hand twisting your nipple, seeing your face twist in pleasure.

„Fuckin‘ hell, baby. Already squeezing me, huh? Want to milk me dry?“

„Uh huh.“ you nod your head at him, your hand cupping his cheek, pulling him for a kiss.

Joel keeps fucking you, starting to vary between short, quick thrusts and then some harder ones. Sweet moans falling from your lips, a sharp cry as he just hits that sweet spot in you, one that you didn‘t even know about existed—„Yea? S’that your spot?“ His lips giving you hickeys everywhere—on your neck, chest and even on your tits. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, not expecting your first time to be this good. But you knew it was because of joel, his calculated moves, his experience, his words.

„Can feel you already getting close, angel. Gonna be a good girl for me and cum?“ he asks you breathless, his hand going down your cunt and finding your clit once again, starting to rub circles. You nod your head to him, feeling the pleasure already in your tummy—ready to snap. „Oh, I know, I know. There we go.“ You felt Joel shift in you, his cock giving you a few harder thrusts before concentrating on that spot in you, his hips slowing down, giving small and gentle thrusts. With that you throw your head back, because that was exactly what you needed, you gush around his cock, your legs locking in and your breath almost stopping. He doesn‘t let up, moving through your orgasm, his back full of nail prints of you holding on to him.

„That‘s it, angel. that‘s it. Atta girl.“

And while you are still experiencing the aftershocks of your release, Joel kisses you, lovingly. It takes you by surprise and for a moment you can‘t kiss him back, so he chuckles and breaks it off, giving you a loving peck on your forehead. „You doin‘ good?“

„Hm, feels good. Thank you for taking your time with me.“ He chuckles once more.

„You kidding? You don‘t have to thank me, silly girl. Your mine now. We take it at whatever speed you need.“ he softly tells you, making you giggle and almost tear up at how cute he was being to you. How careful, how comforting and how sweet. You‘ve never had that before, with anyone. And you are grateful for not listening to all of the other people who told you he was going to treat you like shit because of his age. But maybe it was his age that made him this soft, this careful. Maybe he already made so many mistakes in his life that now he can do everything right.

„One more? C’mon hon. C‘mon now.“

„I‘m sensitive, Joel.“ you pouted at him, earning a coo from him.

„s‘even better. Gonna feel lot more that way. Can feel you still clenching on my cock. You don‘t want to leave your little cunt all needy now, huh?“

The way he was using those filthy words made your head spin, he was good. He knew how to talk and how to make you want to get fucked again. So you smirked, starting to softy grind yourself on his cock, him taking that as a ‚yes‘ to start thrusting into you once more.

Your head was clouded, your pussy sensitive as Joel fucked you and fucked you. Already feeling his orgasm coming closer too. He could feel the clenching in your cunt, knowing it was a lot for you because you were so sensitive. Your face looked fucked out, strings of hair sticked on your face, because it you wet from the sweat, but just like with him. His hair was already dropping droplets of sweat down your body, you sweet, beautiful body. He wished he could kiss you everywhere, every day and suckle every inch of your skin. He didn‘t know how lucky he had gotten.

„Joel—so sensitive.“ your whining made him concentrate on your face, a little pout displayed, tears already starting to form in your eyes. His poor baby.

„My poor, baby. I know, angel. Just a bit more yea? Taking it so well for me.“

And on top of that he returned his thumb with your clit again, rubbing the poor nub, making you cry out into the room, hide yourself in his neck— „Shh, shh, that’s it.“ And he just hushed you, knowing it‘s so much for you, knowing that you‘ve just lost your virginity and he is already overstimulating you. His thrusts sped up, getting sloppy, feeling his orgasm near and he wanted to make you cum once more before giving you rest. His sweet girl was already tired, just holding on to him waiting for him to cum and make her cum.

The sensitivity turned into pleasure in matter of seconds, you mewled, eyes glossy you looked at him with a pleading look—to make you cum and make the aching go away. That was what all it took for him to finally release. Spurts and spurts of cum filling the condom, his hips not stopping with irregular thrusts and his finger rubbing you raw.

„C‘mon baby, cum with me.“ all that while biting back a moan, trying his best to still thrust into you even tho his balls were emptied, sensitivity rushing trough his shaft. And as he pinched your clit, you cried into the room. Moan after moan as your body completely shook, this time having the most powerful orgasm of all. Joel was satisfied, pumping a few more times gently into you before slipping out, letting you catch your breath.

You were so incredibly beautiful. All fucked out, breathing heavy, the moon shining trough the window and landing on your wet body. Everywhere just marked with his hickeys and bites, he knew they are going to stay on your body for a few weeks. And most importantly he was proud to be the one that took your virginity, that claimed you, made you cum and made you feel taken care of. And as his sweet girl almost drifts off to sleep, Joel sneakily comes back from the bathroom with a warm towel, gently lifting your leg and rubbing your thighs with the cloth, making you whine incoherently to him, bubbling something about being sensitive and then, closing your eyes again. Drifting somewhere far. So cute.

„All done, angel. You did so well for me, my good girl. I love you so much.“ he whispered one last time into your ear, before wrapping you up in blankets and laying down with you, slowly also drifting to sleep. Happy and satisfied.

PHEW.. we all need a Joel in our life‘s. Am i right?🫩

Keep in mind please, that english isn‘t my first language. I try to proofread everything as much as possible but if you notice any mistakes—please let me know!!!

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DIRTY LOVE

pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

SUMMARY: you wake up at Rafe‘s after your night together. But guess who isn‘t so happy about that? Right, your boyfriend.

WARNINGS: cheating, dirty talk, fingering and teasing, oral on female, fingering while being on the phone with your boyfriend, gaslighting, toxicness(?)

WORDS: 1.3k

NOTES: I did not proof read it, i do NOT encourage cheating - this is only for the plot, english is not my first language! every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated <3

You woke up the next morning, head spinning and troath dry like the sahara.

You started to move around a little when suddenly two arms moved you back, your head on rafe‘s soft pillow, your back against his upper body. "stop movin‘" the voice behind you grumbled, tightening his arms even more.

"rafe.. we fell asleep. Come one, I have to get up. Topper is probably – shit, Topper." you whispered his name like a curse. Rafe groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Stop worrying so much. Ten more minutes won‘t change the situation."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, but chose to stay still and enjoy the last few minutes with him. "Hmm, come here." he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and slowly started to gently stroke your stomach. "How did ya sleep, sweetheart?"

"Good, my head is just spinning a little." "Gonna get you a painkiller when we get up.“ He kissed your cheek and started to leave a trail of little soft kisses along your jawline, smirking against your skin when he felt you shivering.

"Rafe.." you said in a warning tone. "hmm?“ he sounded so innocent. "i mean it, we can‘t. I have to get up and -" a little moan left your lips when he sucked on the skin right behind your ear – your soft spot.

You were just about to let yourself fall into his arms again when your phone started to ring. "ignore it." you tried but your phone just wouldn‘t stop ringing and ringing and .. "fuck." you hissed and grabbed it, hitting the green button.

you tried to sound tired and like you‘ve just woken up. "hello?" you knew what was coming. "Hello?! Are you fucking kidding me? Where the hell are you and don‘t even think about lying to me I know you‘re not home because I asked your parents -" "You did what?!"

Rafe looked at you confused, eyebrows drawn together. "What?" he whispered inaudible. You put Topper on speaker, waiting for him to answer.

"What was I supposed to do? You were just gone - whoring around!" he sounded angry and fed up, you could almost hear him pace around his home.

"I‘m at tanny hill you freak! I didn‘t feel well so I layed down in one of their guest rooms!" silence. he was completely silent for a moment. "I‘m gonna call rafe and ask him If you‘re there and i swear to god if he doesn‘t see -" you pressed the red button, knowing that it just made him angrier.

Just a few seconds later, Rafe‘s phone rang and Topper‘s name popped up on his display. "Shh.." he smiled at you and pulled you back against his chest like when you two woke up.

He hit the green button and instantly the speaker, putting the phone next to the pillow, he answered. "Yo Top, what‘s up man?" he sounded so normal, so chill.

"Have you seen y/n? She told me she‘s at your house. I swear If she‘s lying-" "yo yo top chill. She told you the truth, I saw her walking into one of the guest rooms yesterday night."

One of Rafe‘s habd started to slowly wander over your stomach, gently rubbing the skin he touched. His lips connected with your jaw, leaving wet kisses. "Is she still there? Can you take a look?" he sounded stressed, pulling on the hair on his head.

"You should really trust your girlfriend a little more man." he said, his hand moving from your stomach to your already soaked pussy.

You just now realized that the two of you were still naked since you fell asleep right after you had sex. Your eyes widened and you shook your head even tho your legs already made space for his hand.

"Trust her? How am I supposed to trust her when she pulls stunts like this every time?"

"You‘re so filthy.." he whispered into your ear, grinning against it before slowly sucking on your earlobe.

He let go of it to answer his best friend. "Tried talking to her?" he asked, his index and middle finger gliding between your soaked lips, teasingly flicking over your clit here and there.

"Talking? Why should I talk to her? I don‘t know man I have a feeling she‘s secretly seeing someone else you know." His fingers started teasing your hole, he had to hold back a groan.

"Why? Did you find something in her phone or stuff like that?" His fingers slowly glided into you, adding a third finger while his thumb started to rub against your swollen clit. Your walls were aching for him, greedily welcoming his fingers.

Your lips parted and before a sound could make its way out, rafe‘s other hand slapped over your mouth.

"make a sound and I‘ll stop." you eyes rolled back and your back arched, your ass pressing against his hardness. "no but she‘s so distant lately. I mean she never wants to stay over and If she does she doesn‘t let me touch her. Bet she let‘s some other dude -"

You tuned his voice out when rafe‘s thumb got faster and added more pressure on your clit. You bit into his hand that was still placed over your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut.

"Hmm, maybe you just need to fuck her a little better.“ rafe chuckled, nibbling on your neck right after. "ha ha ha. thank you man. Can you look for her now?" "Yeah yeah on my way. House is big ya know."

His eyes locked with yours when he snapped the blanket that was draped over your bodys and slid down your body until he was right in front of your pussy.

"What did she say where in the house she is?“ he asked, trying to win some time. He continues fucking you with his digits but took away his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his tongue.

He started to flicker it over your clit, making you gasp against his palm, feeling the heat collecting in your lower stomach. You looked down, your gaze finding his, not moving away from your eyes.

"Some guest room. I don‘t understand her man. She should be lucky to be with someone like me."

Rafe grinned against your pussy before he stopped, making you whine lowly. "Why?" he dryly asked, before almost crashing his lips against you again.

He started sucking on your clit, his fingers moving faster. It started so sound so dirty that Rafe had to mute Topper while he was talking.

You ran your hands through his hair, pulling on it. Your hips started to grind desperately against his face, chasing your high.

"Are you for real asking that? Bro, she‘s a kook and all but her reputation starts getting worse the more she‘s hanging with those pogues. Together with your sister.", Topper scoffed.

„Cum for me baby.." Rafe whispered, merciless sucking on your sensetive nub. "Oh fuck Rafe, shit –"

Finally, you felt your stomach snapping, your orgasm rushing over you, leaving you shaking and panting, almost not getting enough air through your nose since Rafe still had his hand in front of your mouth.

He let go of you and smiled cheekly before he unmuted Topper again and spoke into his phone. "Oh yeah, here she is. Wanna talk to her?"

Before you could say something, Rafe pushed his phone into your hands. "Topper." You tried to speak as normal as possible, your voice slightly shaking.

"Why do you sound like that?“ Your eyes fell onto Rafe again who smiled at you like the cocky bastard he is. "Because - because I cried you stupid asshole! I told you I‘m at Sarah‘s and you send your even more stupid friend to look for me? Fuck you." Before Topper had the chance to answer, you pressed the red button and ended the call.

"Wow sweetheart, think you gave him something to think over." Rafe chuckled. "Or not.." you answered and nodded towards your own phone with Toppers name on it again. "Damn, he really can‘t let go huh?"

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          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 platonic yandere! cho hyun—ju acts like a big sister to you

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 cho hyun—ju x f! pre—teen chubby reader

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. crybaby! reader, soft yandere, yandere behavior, reader is younger than 12.. chubby! reader. reader calls hyunju unnie.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 requested by @stariou !! <3 thank u for requesting !!! 🤍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 never allow for softness. it was a cold, unrelenting place where survival often demanded blood on your hands and steel in your heart. but cho hyun—ju found something different that day.

it was during a break between rounds when she came across you, a frail—looking pre—teen huddled in the corner of the dormitory. your uniform strained slightly around your middle, dirt streaked your round cheeks, and your sniffles filled the otherwise silent room. what struck hyun—ju the most were your eyes—wide, teary, and pleading, despite your best efforts to look brave.

“what are you doing here?” hyun—ju asked, her voice soft, almost cautious.

you wiped your nose on your sleeve and mumbled, “nothing . .”

“nothing can get you killed in this place,” hyun—ju said, crouching down to meet your gaze. the games weren‘t kind to the vulnerable, and you looked like you might burst into tears any second.

“i—i wasn’t crying,” you stammered, your voice trembling.

something about the way your pudgy hands trembled as you clutched your knees made hyun—ju‘s chest tighten. you were too young, too fragile for this nightmare. she sighed, reaching out but stopping just short of touching you.

“what‘s your name?” hyun—ju asked gently.

“y/n—y/n l/n . .” you whispered, blinking back more tears.

from that moment, hyun—ju decided you were hers to protect. you were too soft for this world, too breakable. and if she had to shield you from every horror in the games, she would.

you weren‘t sure what to make of hyun—ju. she was always there, fussing over you like some overbearing guardian. she made sure you ate, kept you close during the games, and even wiped away your tears when you couldn‘t hold them back anymore.

“you can‘t trust anyone,” hyun—ju would say, her tone stern but her hands gentle as she adjusted your oversized jacket. “not in this place. not even me.”

but you did trust her. despite her warnings, she felt like the only safe thing in a world that wanted to tear you apart. she didn’t just protect you—she doted on you. when you cried, she didn‘t scold you. instead, she‘d kneel beside you, murmuring soft reassurances and patting your back until the sobs subsided.

“it‘s okay to cry,” she said once, brushing a tear from your chubby cheeks. “but don‘t let them see. they’ll think you’re weak.”

“i—i‘m not weak!” you protested through hiccups, your cheeks flushed.

hyun—ju chuckled softly, ruffling your hair. “i know you‘re not. you‘re stronger than you think.”

you quickly learned that hyun—ju’s protectiveness had no limits. once, during the chaos after a particularly brutal game, another player shoved you out of the way to grab a piece of bread. you stumbled and hit the ground, tears welling up instantly. before you could even cry out, hyun—ju was there.

“what do you think you‘re doing?” she hissed, stepping between you and the other player.

“it‘s just bread,” the player muttered, backing away under her glare.

hyun—ju turned back to you, kneeling down and inspecting your scraped hands. “does it hurt?” she asked, her voice softening.

you sniffled and nodded, fresh tears streaming down your face. “it— it‘s fine,” you whimpered, trying to be brave.

“no, it‘s not fine,” hyun—ju said firmly. she wiped your tears with her sleeve and gave you a small smile. “but it‘s okay. i‘ll take care of it.”

as the games progressed, hyun—ju became more and more attached. she watched your every move, her sharp gaze always scanning for potential threats. when alliances formed, she made sure everyone knew you were off—limits.

“if anyone touches her, she‘ll answer to me,” she said once, her tone light but her eyes deadly serious.

“unnie, you don‘t have to do all this,” you said one night, sitting close to her in the dimly lit dormitory. “i—i can take care of myself.”

hyun—ju’s lips quirked into a soft smile. “you think you can survive these games on your own? you‘re barely twelve.”

“i‘m not a baby,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“you‘re my baby,” hyun—ju said without thinking. when you blinked at her in surprise, she quickly added, “what i mean is… i‘m here to look out for you. someone has to.”

you didn‘t argue. deep down, you were grateful for her. the games were terrifying, and having hyun—ju by your side made it a little less unbearable.

one night, as you curled up in a corner, your head resting on hyun—ju‘s lap, you asked, “why do you care so much about me?”

hyun—ju ran her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle. “because someone should,” she said softly. “and because you remind me that there‘s still something good in this world. something worth protecting.”

you didn‘t fully understand what she meant, but her words made you feel warm, even in the cold, heartless dormitory. you closed your eyes, letting her presence lull you to sleep.

for hyun—ju, the sight of you resting peacefully was enough. she didn‘t care about the cost, about what she’d have to do to keep you safe. you were her reason to keep going, her light in the darkness. and she’d do anything to protect that light.

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[lovelyy-sinner]

Hard Ride..

Song Mingi x Fem Reader

Short fic, Smut….

Fic List !

Warnings: cock riding, little tit play, some dirty, pet names; baby.. kissing?

Side notes: If there are any typos or grammar errors, I’m sorry because I’ve wrote this in the middle of the night 😭 btw my ask box is always open for some requests! enjoy <3.

Minors do not interact!!!!

…..

„I barely touched you yet…“ Mingi breathed into your ear as you were struggling on his lap, his cock halfway inside your warm swollen pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers leaving small marks on his skin. „Come on, it’s not the first time you take me“ He mumbled and grunted when he made you lower on his cock.

„You’re always so out of breath…“

„I’m sorry-„ you whimpered and started to move your hips up and down slowly which made mingi gasp and lean back against the headboard of the bed. „mmh.. don‘t apologize.. I like seeing you like this“

You buried your face in his neck when you were bouncing on his cock in a slow and pleasant rhythm. Mingi loved the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, your walls twitching around his cock.. it made him throw his head back and let out low groans, the pleasure making him getting goosebumps all over his arms.

„mingi-„ you softly moaned out, he always loved hearing you saying his name in this tone. In this voice while you were riding his dick slow and hard. You pulled your face back from his neck, your half lidded eyes scanning his face while you were breathing heavily and quickly while letting out few moans.

„Oh baby keep going please..“ he groaned and opened his eyes again just to meet yours, but they wandered down to your chest. Watching your tits bounce gently in the same rhythm as you. His large hand reached out and gripped the soft flesh, kneading it while his thumb rubbed your perky nipple.

„Mingi… please I want some kisses-„ you moaned needy and Mingi just grinned and moved his hand which was on your hip to the small of your back, leaning in to kiss your lips. You greedily kissed him back which made him pinch your nipple, causing you to gasp… he used to opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours, tasting your salvia mixing with his. He groaned against your lips and he couldn’t take it anymore…

He gripped your hips and helped you with the speed, her started to thrust his hips up, his cock pumping into your needy pussy, filling every inch with his dick. He didn’t move away from your mouth, he kept kissing you heated, he pulled away and nibbled at your bottom lip. He wanted to hear you moan, you were a mess.

You were moaning helplessly and needy while he fucked his cock into you, making you bounce harder

„Ah- it feels so good“ you moaned and it just boosted Mingis ego as always when he was fucking your wet hole. „Yes- let me hear how much you love it baby“

Mingi picked up the pace and groaned, he could feel his balls tightening from the upcoming orgasm. You were a whining mess and the knot in your abdomen started to build and pushing you to release. ��I-i‘m cumming-„

„Don‘t hold back Baby-„ Mingi moaned and clenched his jaw and threw his head back as his cock was twitching inside you, his climax took over and his hot seed painted your walls white.

You could feel his warm cum inside you, filling you till the brim and you clenched around him and released with a loud whiny moan. Your cum mixing up with his and breathed heavily while Mingi tried to come down from his high.

„f-fuck this was intense-„ Mingi breathed out and looked at you, his eye seeking yours, a smirk creeped up his lips when he saw how flushed and exhausted your face looked right now…

„Mmm you look gorgeous..“ he said while he brushed your hair out of your face and his soft cock slipped out of your stretched out hole, his cum and yours dripping.

„so pretty..“

…..

[cottonlemonade]

large machiatto for here with atsumu, we all know his ass is even more needy and annoying as fuckkkkkkk when he's sick

When Your Husband Is Sick

word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a pinch of suggestiveness

warnings: mdni

request: spicy-fluffy, taking care of your sick husband Atsumu

It was still raining when you added the veggies to the soup.

For the past week the weather had been nothing but miserable, alternating between rain and even some snow here and there, adding freezing gusts of wind for good measure. And of course, your husband Atsumu had caught a cold. No matter how many times you had asked him to bundle up when he came home after training he wouldn‘t listen, arguing that all the practice kept him warm and that he was in the prime of his life and never got sick. That “no flu would ever dare to touch him“.

And now he was suffering in your bedroom, groaning and shivering. He turned his nose up at the tea you had made with a special recipe from his mom and asked for a soda instead which, after incessant begging, you had brought him, only for him to whine a second later that the bubbles scratched at his throat.

You sighed and smiled - rather miraculously, all of his idiocy had only made him more endearing to you. Lifting a shallow cup to your lips to taste the broth you hummed a few random notes and jumped with a screech a moment later when a cold clammy hand wrapped around your ankle.

“AHH! Atsumu!!“

Your husband, bundled tightly in his comforter, had crawled like a caterpillar into the kitchen.

“God, babe, I almost drop-kicked you.“ You looked down at the pitiful bundle of blanket writhing at your feet.

“It would have been a more merciful end.“, a dry voice croaked from underneath.

“Why aren‘t you in bed?“

The bundle curled to a ball, engulfing your feet.

“I missed ya… Who knows how much longer I have left.“

You snorted, “Honey, you have a cold, not the plague.“

“Are ya sure?“, he asked, meekly.

“Very. A common cold.“, you knelt down to gently pet the bundle.

“Then why does it feel like I‘m on Death‘s doorstep?“, he lamented, poking his disheveled head out from the cocoon.

“Why don‘t you crawl back to where you came from, hm? The soup is almost done.“

He retreated back into the warm shell of his comforter, “No…“ And he wrapped back around your feet, “Love me…“

“Atsumu, I swear…“, you chuckled, “Go back to bed.“

His body tightened around your legs, “Why don‘t ya love me…“

You poured some broth into the cup and bent down to carefully push it through the opening by his face. You heard a tiny slurping noise. “Good soup.“, he muttered and pushed the cup back out.

Placing it next to the pot, you wrapped your arms around what you assumed was his middle and pulled. He stretched like a cat not wanting to be picked up but eventually got to his feet, leaning heavily onto your shoulder.

“Come on, baby. Off to bed.“

“Yer so great, ya know that?“, he lulled, obviously getting sleepy again.

“You aren‘t so bad yourself. You know, for being on Death‘s doorstep and all.“

You wanted to lug him onto the bed but squeaked when he didn‘t let go and instead pulled you on top of him, arms closing tightly around your soft curves.

Your husband nuzzled into your breasts, squeezing your waist and thighs, slotting his leg between yours. His hands, usually warm and strong, snaked clumsily underneath your shirt and over your back, working the clasp of your bra.

“Tsumu, you can‘t be serious.“

“Imma give it to ya soooo gooooood.“, he mumbled, then his hands stopped and quiet snores could be heard from where his face was still buried in your chest. He had fallen asleep.

You extracted yourself from his grip, slowly to not wake him and tucked him in before heading back to the kitchen to finish up.

a/n: I had way too much fun writing this xD thanks for the request 🌟 please enjoy!

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[siddyyyyyyyy]

hey so can I have a scenario with Jason Todd where he has a nightmare and his s/o wakes him up, he is like “it’s nothing”. And s/o leaves it be cuz he does not feel comfy talking about it, but they add in understanding before they lay back down, “I get those too”?

Nightmares

Jason Todd x Reader

wc: 0.3 K summary: Comforting your boyfriend warnings: angst/comfort (?), established relationship, no y/n used a/n: (divider: @dollywons) so so sorry for the late reply!!! i love your request, i'm so sorry that it came out so short. Enjoy!!

Sheets rustling, soft pants of uneven breaths. Jason tosses and turns beside you, accidentally waking you up with the movement.

Shaking his shoulder, he finally seems to stirr awake, his hand shooting out to grip onto your wrist tightly. He struggles to catch his breath, eyes wide and cautious.

»Jay?«

»Huh?«

Finally, he releases his iron-grip on your wrist and exhales heavily, running a hand through his sweaty locks. It doesn‘t take long for you to realise that he had a nightmare and is still shaken up by it. Scooting closer, you gently try to speak to him again.

»Wanna talk about it?«

Jason immediately shakes his head and sighs out again, leaning back against the headboard. His forehead is covered in a light layer of sweat, breaths finally evening out.

You both continue to sit in silence next to each other, eventually taking his hand into yours with a light squeeze.

He seems tense, almost even more guarded with your hand touching his. But he won‘t pull away, squeezing back painfully.

»Jason, we don‘t have to talk about it. At least… try to relax with me?«

You try a different approach and he luckily nods quietly, sighing out deeply once more. He doesn‘t say anything, instead laying back down with your hand in his. You watch, following suit. Shortly after, you are both laying down next to each other again and cling onto the other‘s hand while keeping quiet. Jason‘s eyes are closed, staring at his less overwhelmed face.

You finally start to feel less worried over him, speaking up softly.

»You know, I also get those… you don‘t have to hide.«

Jason‘s eyes shot open, looking at your resting face. He processes the information and feels his racing mind getting calmer.

Scooting closer, he wraps his arm around you in a secure grip, nuzzling into the top of your head.

»I‘m sorry...«

a/n: i also have to sadly tell you all that i won't be able to write as much in the next few days and weeks........ i have some (a lot) of fics to take care of but also a lot of other stuff so PLEASE bare with me. i promise, the 300 follower special will come out at least next week. hopefully.

hope you enjoyed this small drabble!!

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[skipper1331]

Proposal // Patri Guijarro

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it :)

Santorini, Greece

"Amor?"

Patri’s hand stuck out to your side of the bed. Empty. Something she didn‘t like. She grumbled, sitting up. The point of your vacation was to fall asleep and wake up in each others arms. So where were you? "¿Dónde estás?" she called again. No answer.

You were in the kitchen, listening to music as you made breakfast for your lover. Today was the day, you would propose to your longterm girlfriend. You always thought that if you were going to get married you would get asked and not the other way around but after seven years you took matters into your own hands.

Patri suggested the idea of a vacation in Greece, she knew you dreamt about visting it sometime so after an exhausting season she suprised you with a trip to Santorini. It was perfect for your proposal, just the two of you, in a foreign country (which was beautiful). The ring was hidden in the first drawer of nightstand, risky at some point but not risky at all. Patri never looked in there, she didn‘t need too.

As Patri patted down the stairs she could smell the aroma of her favorite breakfast and there you were, in the kitchen, dancing and singing to the music, wearing nothing but a shirt of Patri which was slightly too big for you. You looked adorable. She could only watch.

"Ah! You scared the shit out of me!" you screeched as you saw the midfielder standing at the open door frame. "Well, you‘re the one who‘s not in bed. With me" she walked up to you, her body seeking for your touch. "But i‘m making breakfast, your favorite."

She hummed in to your neck, leaving gentle kisses along your exposed shoulder. "I don‘t like it when my pretty girl isn‘t in my bed" she mumbled, you turned around in her embrace, arms looping around her neck "you sure about that?" you pressed soft kisses to her jaw, her grip around your hips tightening as respond "I left the bed two hours ago and you didn‘t notice" your lips wandered to her neck, leaving open mouth kisses before you found her sweet spot, sucking a reddish mark on it. "Mi amor" the spaniard breathed out, walking you back against the kitchen counter. Patri loved to feel your kisses against her neck but she had to feel them against her mouth. She tilted her head down, fiercely, connecting your lips. You became lost in each other as your lips moved in sync, the blissful rush running through your bodies at every brush. As her hand started to wander under your shirt, you gently pushed her away. "Breakfast is ready" was the only thing you managed to say, your mind spinning as your knees trembled. "Amor" she whined, "you‘re such a tease"

-

"Mi amor, still up to relaxing at the beach and eating at the cute restaurant?" your girl asked as you finished breakfast. "Yeah, we can go in about 10 minutes If you want to?"

The thing was, you had planned to propose but not how. You wanted something private but still something sweet and loving. You knew her well enough to know that she wouldn‘t want someting fancy, she loved simple things; she loved to see that there was an effort made.

"Let me carry your bag" she said as she took it out of your hand "I can carry it on my own, baby, you know" you giggled. She laced your fingers together, now carrying your and her own bag. "I know but why do so If you have me?" grinning widely, she pressed a kiss to your cheek before you made your way down to the beach.

The sun was shining, wave noises in the backround and your favorite girl laying next to you as you read your book. It was perfect but not a perfect moment to propose.

The ring was in your bag, hidden in a pair of socks as they were covered with a towel and a bottle of water.

After finishing two chapters, you put your book aside, turning to Patri who was laid on her stomach, eyes closed as she soaked in the sun. "Do you wanna go for a swim?" you asked, your index finger scratching along her spine. She faced you before she abruptly stood up, running towards the ocean "last one there has to buy dinner!"

"Patri!" you jumped on your feet, running after her, the brunette already in the water. As soon as you were close enough her arms wrapped around your body, your legs going around her waist, "don’t worry, mi amor, I‘m paying" she whispered, her lips an inch away from your own.

The midfielder loved to pay for you, no matter how often you insisted to pay, she did it anyways, 'I have to treat my girl like she deserves' or 'you‘re the cook at home, i‘m the cook when we go out' were her arguments, you didn‘t stand a chance.

One time you tried, "I won‘t have sex with you for a week if you don‘t let me pay." She gave you one of the meanest glares, considering her options before she answered, "Well, no sex for me then."

You had sex not even two hours later.

"There‘s no point in arguing, right?" you asked anyways. "Mi amor, I‘ll always pay for you, how many times do I have to tell you?" pushing her lips against your own, she showed you that there was no need to argue - you would lose, and to emphasize her words that there‘ll never be a day where you have to pay.

Grinning, you replied, "Maybe a few more times?"

-

Shortly before your reservation at the restaurant, the two of you went home to change and put down your beach bags, the ring now hidden in your small handbag.

Each of you had glass of wine, your main dish ordered as you shared an appetizer. "Mi amor, I‘m so glad we‘re doing this" the spaniard said while her thumb stroked over your knuckles. "Yeah, me too. This place is really cute" you admired. Patri chuckled, "I don‘t mean this place in particular. I‘m talking about this whole vacation" as you looked at her, she seemed at peace. She didn't have to worry about football, about the upcoming season, she could just relax. You smiled at her, about to reply, as the waiter came with your food.

The meals were delicious, so were the desserts and you guessed it, Patri paid.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" you asked, the sun was setting and something told you, the moment was about to come. "Sí, mi amor." The midfielder interwined your fingers, walking along the streets.

You came to a stop in the middle of nowhere; the view was phenomenal, the sun almost disappearing, the sky a deep red-orange with a pinkish blue (not purple). You could see the waves where exactly one surfer was doing magic on the waves.

It was perfect, the moment.

Patri was enjoying the view as you had your arms around her from behind.

"Patri" you whispered, taking her hand to turn her around. "Seven years with you isn‘t enough. I want you forever. And even though forever will never be enough, it’s a beginning. While things may change around us, this ring," you let go of her hand, pulling the velvet box out of your pocket as you went down on one knee, "is a promise that you will never have to face the world alone." You opened the box, the ring shining in the sunset, "I love you. And I promise you to love you forever and longer. So I’m asking you, will you make the happiest person alive, will you marry me?" your world stopped, your heart was racing, it felt like an eternity before she answered which wasn’t even a second in reality, "Sí, mil veces sí" a thousand times yes, she slipped her finger through the ring, crashing in to you, "Te amo, mi amor, te amo much" Tears were streaming down your faces, hugging each other like your lives depened on it as kisses were shared.

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[lavender--fairy]

Hello Fairy, it‘s so good to hear from you again! I can‘t explain how grateful I am to know about the law of assumption. You and many others have helped me understand it and I‘m so happy to be one of those who know that I AM is the truth and there is no other that has control over my world.

Which makes it a little overwhelming sometime… I know about everything (LOA-wise), but even when applying (Living in imagination, focusing on my state, identifying with my inner self etc..) I question if I‘m doing it right.

But I quickly realize that a person who has what he wants would NEVER question it like I do. He just knows because he‘s living as THAT version of himself that has everything. And then it goes on: I become aware that I‘m not in the state anymore and I get frustrated. Then I remember a very meaningful quote: ”be angry, sin not". And I‘m restarting all over again. I push myself gently in my desired state or I think I‘m doing it but deep down I still think about the fact, that 2 secons ago, I was not in my desired state.

I still think about the the past years of failure regarding LOA. And then I remember that I‘m not this body, this human. I AM. I shouldn‘t have to suffer. I shouldn‘t have to crave. I‘m telling myself that I‘m having it in my imagination, but right after that I‘m asking myself "well what the heck is even that? Where does is start, where does it end. If Imagination creates reality, why everytime I fulfill myself in imagination, I get sad emotions as if I‘m imagining another person living my dream life?"

I kid you not, I get jealous of my own inner self?? Is that even possible? 😭

I don‘t know if that could be the problem but for the past 5/6 years, I‘m maladaptive daydreaming. I used imagination to escape my 3d because I hated it and know I don‘t really know what 4d/3d actually is. I remeber angels post on twitter saying that she herself used to daydream excessively because that was her escaping from her reality which was preventing her from being in the state of the wish fulfilled (I‘m not sure If I remember it correctly she later deleted it I think)

I‘m so sorry if I confuse you with my rambling but you are so wise and successful I wan‘t to know how you manage to get what you want. You know I don‘t even want to get things in the 3d anymore, that‘s not my point, I just want to end the cycle of starting then failing then starting again just to fail again. I want to stop wanting it in the 3d because if I fulfill my desires in imagination, I wouldn‘t look for it in the 3d. But that‘s not the case with me. I fulfill, get excited and then look around. That‘s how I know I‘m not in the wish fulfilled, because I‘m looking for a response, I‘m looking for validation. I want to see my 4d as the end/validation.

I just want to make my imagination my safe place but what exactly is imagination? Is Imagination the creator or do I have to create in imagination? And why do I feel so shitty when I imagine?

Thank you so much for your time. Thank you for sharing your knowledge with us.

I truly wish you nothing but the BEST Fairy!

Heyy butterbean!

From what I can tell, you have enough knowledge about the law. You know what to do, you even seem to school yourself a bit here and there. You do remind me alot of myself.

Now, here's what we're going to do. And I say we because I am with you throughout it. Let's manifest a rose together. I want you to close your eyes and feel an imaginary rose in your imaginary hand and see it with your imaginary eyes. Touch and feel the softness of the petals with the pad of your thumb, bring it to your nose and take a nice long sniff, touch along the lengths of the stem. And there you go, that's it. Repeat it everyday whenever preferably before bed and tell me when you encounter it in real life. The rules are simple, we're not allowed to complicate it, make it fun, don't go actively looking for it, don't be anxious or stressed just relax. This is just like Neville’s ladder experiment, It helps build faith. Right now, you can chill and know that I am too imagining the rose with you each night, It's like a fun activity. And when you do manifest it, I'll walk you through manifesting the rest of your desires just like this one. I'll have my pinky linked into yours when I say this, it's not supposed to be hectic quiet the contrary, I promise we'll make this work effortlessly just like it's supposed to be.

[justporo]

HELLOO!!! I have been obsessing over Astarion soooooo much, so I dashed over here the moment I saw you XD

Could I maybe request something with softer morning sex for Astarion? I’d imagine that sex in a romantic/soft light would be basically unknown to Astarion, so I’d loveee to see how he’d end up acting in something meant to feel intimate and connecting above all else.

No need to preform, no need to plan, just something gentle.

First of all, thank you for the request - I was working something out for this for quite some time now.

So this is a little different, because it‘s from Astarion‘s POV which I was a bit afraid to write because I really have to nail his character. So I hope I did him and your request justice!

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (shamelessly based on my Tav)

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

(Also try and imagine this in Astarion's voice? Because I think that helps 👀)

Spaces In Between

I open my eyes. Immediately, I can feel the sunlight caressingly warm my back with its gentle touch. I close my eyes again for just a moment, savouring the feeling of the light upon my body - a sensation that always makes me yearn for more and I hope that I will still have some more time to enjoy it. To have a few more of these tranquil moments since I broke my chains of enslavement and before I will become a creature of the night once more when we‘ll figure this whole mess out, finally.

But when I open my eyes again I turn around to the one thing that has already become more important to me than the feeling of sunlight on my pale skin: her.

I turn and lay on my side, thin blanket draped around my waist and other than that bare. And so is she - my beautiful Tav. She‘s sitting on the edge of the bed in which we very much enjoyed each other‘s company last night, some of it even only talking and holding each other. Because who would‘ve thought that after all the miseries in the world I’ve had to endure the most unlikely thing would happen: meeting someone who actually gave a rat‘s arse about me, more even, someone who cares for me, someone who sees more in me, someone who wants to be with me… for me. And of course me falling for that someone. We truly live in the most unlikely version of how things could have turned out - not that I‘m complaining.

I see how she stretches and softly yawns. Her arms and upper body forming a long elegant curved line outlined by fingers of light falling through the windows. Her reddish hair drops from her hands down her freckled back. I‘m torn between admiring the delectable view and grabbing her and devouring her delicious self right on the spot.

I settle for something in between.

„Not staying for a cuddle?“, I ask her with a pout and use the words she‘d used on me back then - the first night I had her. Back then when I didn‘t know yet why it had felt different to hold her. Somewhere in between then and now things had changed.

It feels forever ago and she‘s probably already forgotten about it. But when she turns her head around and smirks, I know that she hasn‘t - if it could, my dead little heart would stutter.

„I didn‘t want to rip you from your dreams just yet“, she says, her arms slowly coming down, her upper body turning to me - revealing just how pleasantly naked she is, right in front of me. Gods, she‘s a vision.

„Oh, don‘t worry, my love, I feel like I am still dreaming“, I respond with a grin and stretch out an arm - an invitation for her to join me in an embrace.

She giggles at my answer which makes her nose scrunch - yet again, my withered heart might give out.

She climbs back into bed towards me. „Also, since when do you need to steal my lines?“, she says as she shuffles towards me, her eyebrows are raised. She‘s become so much more sassy since she‘s been with me - I‘m such a good influence.

I place one hand on my bare chest and make a shocked face: „My love, when did I ever have to resort to stealing anything?“ „Yeah yeah yeah, you‘re full of shit, Astarion“, she responds without even looking at me while she lifts up the blanket covering me to scurry under it - did I mention I love her?

She tangles her legs with mine and moves to embrace me fully but I softly press her shoulder down so she lays back while I‘m on my side, leaning on one arm, so I can fully take her in.

We talk and joke and laugh. My eyes and hands keep wandering over her face and body. Her beautiful face with these open silver eyes, the scar over her nose and those tattoos bending away from her lids that make her look so fierce - even though she admitted to me she had them done in a fit of youthful rage. Her body is so soft and warm beneath my hands. She‘s become my sun.

Her warm hand is on my chest while mine explores her. Charting the curves of her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. She‘s full of elegant curves, never-ending liquid motion.

I‘m kissing her now, softly, but it‘s still all teeth and tongues - because in between conversation and trying to imprint her body on my mind, I found, I had to show her how much I love her.

The kiss quickly loses any innocence it had, her hands start to roam my body as well why mine rubs decreasing circles on her breast until it has reached its peak. She moans softly into my mouth which I can only answer with a groan. Knowing how she feels for me, how much she wants me - me, and not just a body - almost breaks me.

My desire for her is rapidly growing, like a wildfire - all consuming.

And I want her - like I possibly never wanted anything in my life; or un-life for that matter.

„Do you-“, I start to ask but her hand immediately grabs my shoulder to pull me down more to her and she nods eagerly while pressing her lips to mine again. I happily give in to my cravings and climb onto her, supporting myself with one arm and with the other grabbing one of her roaming hands to tangle my fingers with hers and push our joint hands down next to her head.

I am in between her legs that wrap around me. Her foot slowly wanders down my calf and almost turns me insane while I smoothly enter her, making her gasp.

She breaks the kiss and her eyes widen when she feels me inside of her - the silver in her irises look molten, swirling with lust and need.

I feel her heat and her wetness and relish the thought that it‘s me that has her writhing and moaning and wanting more.

Her free hand is on my back, softly wandering over it and the lines of a life I‘m trying to forget. Trying to be just here with her.

I move my hips and start kissing her neck and her hand grabs my neck softly, starts caressing the back of my head and tangle in my curls. The soft touch almost makes my eyes roll back in my head while I trail kisses from her one ear to the other.

Then her hand curls at the back of my neck, just the right amount of painful to heighten my pleasure. She arches her neck for me in an invitation - an invitation I might not be able to resist.

I can feel her pulse quicken under my lips while I keep moving - our bodies connecting time and time again taking us both further and further up.

Her intoxicating smell surrounds me, her scent heightened by her rapid heartbeat and lust. It‘s beckoning to me like a siren song, bewitching me, urging me to give in.

But this other need is way more urgent to me. So I kiss her again, teeth only grazing her skin but not drawing any blood, my pace quickens and becomes more desperate.

I lower my body weight almost fully onto her, desperate to feel her soft curves against my body. Being fully skin to skin with her - nothing in between. And she arches her back, her body pressing into mine in an even more intense way.

I look at her face again and see soft pleading in her eyes - wanting me to gently push her over the edge and then jump head-first to join her.

And I am more than willing to be her servant in the cause. I push up again, the sudden loss of body contact making her whimper softly, and I move to let the hand that was holding hers sneak in between us to help her give her what she desires.

But to my surprise she grabs my hand and looks deeply into my eyes while she‘s positively shivering and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasures. „This is about you“, she whispers. Her face and hand nudging me to let go and fall back onto her.

And I hesitate - just a moment - not used to being the one whose needs have priority. But she keeps pushing me, her hand at the back of my head again, pulling me down to her again.

And so I give in fully - giving myself to what I desire most in this moment and to her. Bodies, minds and hearts fully tangled in each other. Quickening the pace yet more, feeling her heat, hearing her and mine ragged breaths.

And then I fall, once more, for her but also for my pleasure, throwing my head back, eyes rolling into the back of my skull, moaning her name while the height of lust pulsates through me.

When I come back down I know she‘s patiently waiting, not expecting anything in return. But I still want to give it to her. She deserves it, every minute piece of affection. She who helped me break my chains, she who offered me her heart and soul with no other motive behind it than wanting to be mine.

I slide from inside her and quickly move down, making her gasp once more in surprise. I press my mouth to her core and start to suck and work my tongue around her most sensitive part - tasting her and myself through it.

It doesn‘t take long. She‘s eager to join me in my fall. And I feel it when it hits her, waves crushing through her, making her moan and press her thighs together around my head while I won‘t let the tip of my tongue stop moving - directing her through her downfall.

And this is where I want to stay - in between her legs, her body wrapped around me, in between the last day and the next, in between the last challenge and the next mortal peril; knowing there‘s no in between between her heart and mine.

[herzzgeist]

Draw Me Like One Of Your Grand Line Boys

A/N: My face is AGLOW - should I ramble on the part where he shows . . anatomy? I am . . tempted . . eep - Emi over and out

Art by me @lunar-3scap3 :3

„Darling, could you hold still for a moment?“

„Mhm? Wha- What are you- are you drawing me (Y/n)-ya?“

Sitting by side your Captain on a wooden bench, you partake in the joys of art - sketching everything you see and deem worthy to capture for practice.

Hence, seeing your doctor you love oh so dearly practically striking a pose, which screams for you to be kept in your notebook, your eyes quickly switch between Law and the paper in your hands.

The pencil dances over the white, leaving long strokes and lines of black and dark greyish shades behind. Nervous, the Surgeon utters:

„Did I give you the permission to do just that? I have enough wanted posters hanging around!“

„Oh hush, who said I‘ll be showing this to anyone?“

A mild blush spreads over your cheeks as you smile in fluster to yourself, drawing the good-looking man seated next to you.

Law groans in protest, jaw tensing up to your audacious yet adorable statement. As if contagious, red tint crawls over him as well, awfully irritating the white hatted one. The contrast between him and his accessory becoming much more evident to Trafalgar's mishap, assuming the heat on his face is more than noticable.

„Sweetheart, could you-“

With a hint of sarcasm lingering in his tone, he rolls your pet name off his tongue, teasingly yet lovingly. However, you interrupt him instantaneously, for his unwanted movements displease you without question.

„No! Don‘t move, I‘m almost finished!“

Soft sounds of led fluttering over paper has a somewhat calming effect on Law, given the fact he himself does it for hours on end, working through nights, taking notes to still his hunger for knowledge.

Through the corner of his eye, he watches how concentration marks your expression, tongue slightly sticking out and brows furrowed in complete fixation.

Law can't help but give off a small huff to that display, amused by the desirable woman sketching him with sheer determination.

A gentle touch to his cheek takes him aback, ripping him out of trance, as you trace your digits along his austere jaw line.

„You . . stop that! Are you done?“

„Oh yes.“

„Then why are you fondling me? It's unheard of!“

With your palm resting on his side, you lean in and gift him a small peck onto his now agape in surprise lips.

„Just wanted to check if I drew your handsome features correctly.“

Frozen, Law only musters to grunt at you in annoyance, though you can detect a tinge of mellow in his storm grey eyes. It tickles you everytime how stoic and profound he holds his demeanor, attempting to keep himself together, even before you.

Not dwelling on it too long, you proudly present your sketch.

„What do you think?“

His eyes widen, out of speechlessness he only manages to shake his head.

„Did you have to give my face a blush? I clearly wasn't!“

„Sure, whatever my flustered supernova says.“

You purr at Law sheepishly, opting him to debate about taking an unannounced leave or face you with an ever spreading glow in his try hard serious expression. He goes for the latter with an exasperated sigh:

„I'm not very apt in art, but I think it looks alright . . at least I can recognise that shady figure.“

Enhancing 'shady' with a dash of jest in his voice, a subtle smile enframes his mouth and a cozy feeling overcomes you by that sight. You backtalk with sass in your tone:

„Oi, be nice! It's just a quick sketch.“

Getting off from his seat, he towers before you and lets adoration guide his hand towards your chin, lifting it to meet your gaze:

„Just keep on practising and you'll be a wonderful artist in no time, (Y/n). Come on, lets get going.“

And now it's you who has to fight with the inner coil of heat, abashment written all over you, as you lean into his touch. What a needy woman you are, Law thinks to himself, enjoying how easily he can turn the tables on you. To top it all off, he adds:

„Oh and if you need a refrence for anatomy studies, feel free to ask me, I'll gladly show you how male bodies function.“

That dirty little-

[zivotzaruzi]

I wrote a little Tamcien kiss scene, and I would love to share it here, with you fellow Tamcien shippers (this scene may or may not appear in a fic I am planning).

Now on the actual scene I wrote, it is under the cut (I hope you'll enjoy)!

Tamlin stepped closer. They were so close he could reach Lucien's shoulder if he spread his arm. He made sure to make small steps, he was too afraid Lucien will...disappear. Like in his worst nightmares.

Lucien raised an eyebrow. „I‘m not from sugar, Tam, you don‘t have to walk on your tip toes.“

Tamlin huffed a laugh. Of course his Lucien would notice his behavior. And of course he would point it out.

Lucien grinned at him and Tamlin was ready to fall on his knees before him.

He took one final step and stood as close as he could to him, their bodies almost touching. He could feel Lucien‘s heat.

„Lucien, I…“

Lucien tilted his head. He was not about to make it easier for Tamlin. „Yes, Tam?“ His voice feigned innocence, but his smile spoke otherwise.

Tamlin didn‘t know what to say, how to say what he felt. „I...um...Lucien, I want to, I…“

Lucien‘s grin grew. „I‘m waiting, Tam.“

„I…“ Tamlin swallowed. He took in Lucien‘s face, that beautiful face he didn‘t dare to dream of until now. „I…“

He was cut of by Lucien‘s fingers ever so slightly touching his sleeve. It was a featherlight touch but it had awaken Tamlin‘s heart, its song now echoing in their ears.

„I…“ he tried again, „ I think you…“

„Yes?“

„Your freckles are standing out.“ If Tamlin would ever be defeated by something, it was the inner cringe he felt at that moment.

Lucien blinked, and then he burst out laughing. And Tamlin, to his own surprise, laughed with him. Lucien tipped his head back and his laughter made Tamlin feel so alive, it was almost painful.

Lucien wipped his tears away. „Well, Tam, I have to say you‘re improving.“ He winked at him. „At least you didn‘t tell me that my hair is clean.“

But Tamlin looked at Lucien and the way he did so made Lucien go quiet, because Tamlin loked at him as if he was the only thing in the world. „Tam?“

„You‘re just so beautiful, and I can‘t believe you‘re here, and I...and I...I want kiss you so bad I am trembling.“

And the gorgeous male, his friend, his beloved Lucien leaned in. „Then I think it's time to stop talking, Tam…“

And then the distance between their lips disappeared and their lips locked in a slow dance. It was kiss like none Tamlin has ever experienced before, soft, fragile, yet strong and sensual. Lucien‘s lips were playful, but gentle. Lucien was confident, yet always asking for permission. Tamlin knew in that moment he never wanted to be kissed by anyone else.

[vowbound]

Arséne had never felt more bare. Not because of the water sliding over his skin or the moonlight carving silver across his collarbones, but because of Roman — the way he looked at him, the way he saw him, like every moment of silence was just a pause before worship. Arséne trembled but it wasn’t from the cold. It was from heat, from reverence, from the weight of being wanted so completely by the man who terrified and gentled him in equal measure.

Roman‘s hand — God, that hand — was between his thights now, firm and sure like it belonged there. Like it had always known how to touch him. The young man gasped when a finger slid inside him, slow and unhurried, the stretch making his legs tighten instinctively around Roman‘s waist. His body gave a soft tremble. Part nerves, part need, but he didn’t pull away. He never would. He trusted Roman. More than anyone, more than himself.

His arms came up around the older man‘s neck, clinging as the waves rocked them, as Roman‘s finger moved with a deliberate control, teasing and coaxing, mapping him from the inside out. Arséne let his head fall against his husband‘s shoulder, moaning quietly into the space between them, his own breath catching on every curl of Roman‘s finger. „Daddy…“ he whispered, voice wrecked with something far too soft to be called lust alone. „Please…“ He didn’t even know what he was begging for. Just more. More of that closeness, more of that claiming, more of that impossible gentleness wrapped in something primal. His hips tilted forward, needing, offering. The upirs free hand gripped his thigh again, guiding him, holding him open and Arséne gave in to it completly.

It was more than arousal. It was surrender. „You feel so good daddy,“ he breathed, forehead pressed to Roman‘s. „Always know what i need. Always..“ his words broke off as a second finger slipped inside, deeper now, fuller. His lips parted in a shocked moan — not from pain, but from how perfect it felt to be opened like this, to be known this intimately.

He blinked up at his lover through damp lashes, cheeks flushed and mouth kiss-bitten. His eyes, wide and glossy in the moonlight held no shame — only devotion. „You make me feel safe,“ he whispered, voice trembling with emotions he couldn’t contain. „Even when I‘m falling apart.“ Roman‘s fingers curled just right, and Arséne gasped — a raw, stuttering sound pulled straight from his chest — and he bit down softly on the upir‘s shoulder, unable to stop the cry that followed. Pleasure licked through him like lightning, his body tightening, hips canting forward withouth thought.

His nails dragged lightly across his husbands back, not to push away — to anchor. „I want you. I need you,“ he breathed. „I want all of you. Please.. don‘t stop.“ There was no fear in him now, just heat, just longing. Just the wild, sacred truth of being touched by someone who knew exactly what he was — and still held him like something holy. „I need to to feel you inside me, completly.“ he finally said with a finality in his raw voice.

[anantaru]

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS SHINE SO BRIGHT

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — sleepless nights with your boyfriend kuni.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ —1.1k

— ꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, gn! reader, established relationship, soulmates, just very indulgent and fluffy

"kuni… are you asleep?"

snugly protected by the silky and soft blankets of your bed, there‘s a settling fatigued, weary voice scattered across the shaded room, your voice, that was spelling out your boyfriends name.

"i‘m not."

"—how did you know i wasn't?!"

of course you knew, you cannot not know, because no one was as exhausted and kept up by their own overactive mind as scaramouche was.

yet believe it or not, kuni would learn of a habit that was dear to him, more so important.

it was to wait for you to doze of way before he was allowed to do so himself— it‘s not like he was doing it on purpose anymore, maybe at first to make sure you‘re out of danger and safe, notwithstanding was it turning into a personal act of love, acting out the words his affections spoke to him.

scaramouche slowly slopes his arm over your body to lean into you— yet with your current state, you don’t have the energy to say anything or move at all— your muscles were thoroughly glutted with exhaustion.

while it was strenuous at first, he was finally close to you now. his warm touch the softest, gentlest and rarest, it's intoxicating and can turn a simple moment such as this one into home.

kuni’s head uses you as his own personal pillow and you feel his little hair strands repeatedly tickle your cheeks. It made you smile vividly and clear— and your heart was swelling deeply within your rib cage whenever you encountered such sincerity.

urgently, he was softly outlining your frame over your clothed body with his fingers. kuni's caress was exceptionally light  and even inside the shadowed room that was clouding his pretty face from your eyes to see— you could regardless of that, discern a tranquil smile squared on his lips— at nothing but the refined look of you being awake, next to him, being together.

"you can‘t sleep as well?" a whisper closing around your ears as he rubs your arm, silently placing his lips on you to pull you in for a quick kiss.

"no.." your breathing was slowed, emerging set apart, "i tried to sleep but it's not working." he can feel you hum against him, distantly, — a tilt shaken, somewhat saddened.

but here, you were safe, kuni realizes, there was no need for you to feel dejected. here, you were given the love you deserve, because all the repeated fire that burned in him was for you. here, in his arms, nothing was extinguished nor forgotten, but it was easier to navigate through, together.

"can you tell me a story kuni?" you tenderly slide your hands into his loose fitting sleepwear and hug him tight while drawing small circles on his bare back.

he quietly hisses at the coldness of your dainty fingers but melts into your touch despite that, smiling.

"hmmm.. a story?" he drawls and squeezes himself close to you— but by how he was approaching you, gentle and content, there‘s a honey laced perception in his tone of mannerism, an understanding kindness that only he was able to display on you. he‘s again, only offering you what you deserve, in kuni‘s eyes, it‘s everything and all.

he thinks about it, focusing and closing his eyes, hauling out a low lift of air from his lungs before speaking once more, "did i ever tell you about how i beat those two fatui guards up?" he whispers it, but proudly smirks into you too, like it‘s a love confession of some sort, as if this story wasn‘t filled with pure danger and sheer bloodlust.

a listless, airy laugh emits from the tip of your tongue which had brought his attention right back to you, "i don‘t think you did." but as you snuggle into his chest, effortlessly closing your eyes and giggle, you were eagerly awaiting a story that surely was to be wildly humorous and engaging to listen to.

"i‘ll make sure to leave out the violent stuff so you won‘t get nightmares because of me."

kuni kisses your temple, playfully entangling his legs with your own and coaxing out another laugh from past your lips— he loves doing that, letting yourself feel and experience, letting your tense shoulders fall back into the silken cushions as you play out the silly game.

now, the situation seemed more inviting, more, flowing. your mind was moderately simmering down, little by little, bit by bit.

"you‘re sweet, you know that?" this was a reminder you had planned to point out way sooner, "and you're mine kuni." with the little intention behind your words being to have your cute boyfriend flustered and giddy, all while innocently mushed into your body.

and oh, who could've seen that coming? could it be that you caught the usual cool headed and self controlled scaramouche off guard?

maybe, or— lets be real; clearly.

the truth was, kuni realizes that he needs this from you, to hear it, to receive a certain satisfaction that stirs his soul— to soften the emotions in him that were circumstantially hardened by his past.

something that would completely overthrow him to the furthest extent, words colliding and preciously riveting in his belly from how settling and compelling it was to hear this from you.

a reminder from his soulmate, you can say.

"you‘re saying this because you‘re tired." he proposes and fights back the urge to plant kisses all over your face and quote on quote, overdo it— but the spirited heatwave in his cheeks was only partly able to be kept concealed from you.

"no no no." you start to whine, leaning your forearms over his chest so he'd be the one laying down now, so it was you who could watch him perfectly— his scruffy hair, his beclouded eyes hanging low, his skin pale and illuminated by a single broken ray of moonlight flaring down on top of him, exposing his firm shoulders and collarbones from under the way too large sleep shirt he was wearing.

"i‘m saying it because it‘s true!" you huff, your eyes sparkling like the prettiest, most ethereal stars in the sky. "you're mine!"

"you need to stop doing that!" kuni can‘t elaborate on this feeling and hides his face into your neck, "don't do this." and a squeezed out mumble effuses from him onto your skin as he placed sweet little kisses on your neck.

you turned him all shy and embarrassed yet he’s rolling his eyes because, yes, you got him speechless, finally.

you giggle and slide your digits over the sharp outline of his jaw, "i'm not doing anything!" though he knows it better, knows when you were being particularly evil and ready to play out a short, cryptic game.

"fine.." he fights back a smile, "suit yourself then."

it's been a long time since you had him wholly dumbstruck and left bewildered, but … maybe he'll let you off the hook for tonight.

"tsk." he suddenly clicks his tongue, "—and here i wanted to tell you my story but you kept interrupting me!"

the night goes and passes between laughter and you kiss his lips under the stars that rest above you both, "please do tell."

and from the demise of the darkened negatives you felt just moments ago, kuni and you happily chatted away until the first out of many rays of sunlight grazed your fulfilled bodies with their presence.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[wannaeatramyeon]

Helloooo I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! I always look forward to your posts, they just make my day! When I‘m feeling down they cheer me up and when I‘m in high spirits they make me even happier. So keep up the good work :3

Btw I‘d also like to request the Lookism boys reacting to them accidentically hurting their S/O (especially Jake and Goo, I just love them) 🥹

If you don‘t want to it’s fine! I also just wanted to tell you I really appreciate your writing🫶🏻 Thx!

~Your fan

Hi Anon! SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I know it's been a while. Thank you so much for your kind words omg 🥹 your words are also a wonderful pickmeup for me too. I will work harder to keep making the most of this fixation with these silly boys 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ And don't worry, as long as I keep putting out bullshit for Lookism, there will always be some Jake and Goo cos they are my faaaaaves.

Accidentally hurting S/O: Goo, Jake, Gun, Samuel, Vin

Neither of you ever go full force in your spars together. The intent was to improve, not maim.

However, seeing a gap in your defensive stance, their right fist jabs out. Quick as lightning, hitting you in the ribcage.

Which you usually would be able to tank, except.

Fucking liver shot.

All your focus and drive is knocked out with that one hit. You're breathless, trying desperately to stay standing-

Goo x Reader

"Princess?"

Goo raises his eyebrows, a smirk gracing his features. It's not the first time you've manipulated him and then punched him as soon as he was within reach. No chance is he falling for it again.

At the sound of your whimpers, and pathetic sight of you head down, clutching your side, Goo finally backs down.

Surely he didn't hit you that hard, right? He thought you were much sturdier than that especially with all the trash talk coming out of your mouth.

"Cupcake, you ok?" The mirth isn't entirely gone from his voice, but he tilts your face up towards him and gasps at the tears in your eyes.

"My little baby! Did I hurt you?" his fingers come up to wipe the tears from your cheeks, "I didn't know you were so weak. Such a delicate little flower, my buttercup. I didn't even try, and you couldn't withstand that? My sweet darling."

Your tears dry quickly when you hear his words. More gloating than concern. "You asshole, that was a cheap shot."

"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, sweetheart."

"Asshole," you repeat as he cackles like a hyena.

"C'mon," Goo gives you a loud obnoxious smooch on the forehead for your troubles, "Let your Goo bear look after you today."

Jake Kim x Reader

Jake realised the impact before you did. Already too late for his fist to change course and resulting in your face crumpling up in pain.

"Shit!" his hands come up, gingerly assessing the area and eyes frantically searching yours, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"No," you squeak out and Jake has never felt such panic before. Is that his life flashing before his eyes?

And then when your eyes well up with tears, lip starting to quiver, Jake feels his soul departing his body.

Shitshitshit-

The apologies tumble out.

Of course, you can't blame him. Accidents are a natural byproduct of sparring. Jake suffered a sprained ankle not too long ago, and you still can't bend your left middle finger fully.

You regain your breath as his hands rove all over to check for any other injuries. Needing to touch you and feel that you're still fine.

"Jake?" You interrupt his worried movements.

"Hmm?"

Probably an inopportune moment, yet even through the pain, it warms your heart seeing how much Jake cares about you. "Love you."

Oh. Jake wasn't expecting that. That's what you give him after a liver shot? You really are too adorable for words.

With a soft smile, he tells you he loves you too.

Gun Park x Reader

Clearly unimpressed, Gun watches you.

With anyone else, he would have called them pathetic, worthless and a waste of his time.

But with you, it's not time wasted. He would rather be with you, than not at all. Which he finds difficult to admit. That fact at complete odds with his drive and his self. A personal weakness he is willing to overlook.

From the offset, Gun could see there was zero possibility of you becoming his masterpiece. Simply put, you didn't have the body nor talent nor skill. When you first asked him to start sparring with you though, he acquiesced. Frankly, has he ever even said no to you.

You chance a peek at your boyfriend. Already you are expecting a look of disappointment, instead you see his retreating back, leaving you alone.

Tears spring to your eyes and you drop your head in shame. Damn, this hurts. You're no match for Gun, no match for most people really. Still, you've been trying to improve.

As you wallow, a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders. In the blink of an eye, Gun hoists you into an effortless bridal carry, calling you an idiot.

You know his words have no bite, his actions speak far louder.

Arms wrapping around his neck, the pain subsides as you nuzzle him.

Samuel Seo x Reader

Samuel feels it in his superiority complex first, always bubbling away and too deeply ingrained for anything else.

Incapacitating an opponent, dominating them, proving that he is better.

Followed quickly by fuck. This isn't an opponent. Not really. It's you.

"Y/N?" he holds you by the shoulders and you lean into it, your legs too weak to hold you up.

Samuel's eyes cloud with worry when you let out a feeble groan.

"Come on," he picks you up, maneuvering you into a fireman's lift with grace and you with anything but. Ass in the air, hair flopping down, still feeling waves of pain.

Samuel faintly recalls his packed calendar for the rest of his day. Meetings upon meetings. Calls and face-to-faces with vendors and investors and corporate fucks who can barely form a thought between them without a brainstorming meeting and a presentation.

"Ughhh Sammy I feel like shit," you gurgle from behind him, and that is all it takes for him to wipe his schedule clean.

None of it matters.

He'll be spending the rest of the day with you instead.

Vin Jin x Reader

Vin nudges you with his foot, "Get up."

In the end, your legs had crumpled beneath you until you're flat on the floor, hands clutched to your throbbing side.

At your lack of response, Vin tries again. "Get up you pussy."

Vin is Vin. An asshole to the end.

"Go away," your voice is weak, barely reaching his ears.

He squats down and squints through his shades, trying to get a closer look at what the hell is wrong with you. He barely even touched you.

"Yeesh, are you really this weak? You're no fun."

You can't bring yourself to say anything to that, just throwing a glare at him. So venomous that you hope it penetrates those stupid sunglasses and into his soul.

"Whatever, if this is what we're doing now." As if he wasn't the cause of your predicament, Vin lets out a melodramatic sigh and lies down beside you.

"You're such a loser," he says, even as he shuffles close, carefully positioning your head on his shoulder and pulling your body to his.

[amelietheauthor04]

Angelic light pt.2 - Firelord Zuko x fem!Reader

Summary: After Zuko and his wife get up, they get ready for a day outside of the palace. Y/n doesn‘t know what Zuko has planned for her. ;)

Warnings: again, none, beware of dying because of soft Zuko

A/n: so yeah, here we go again. This is wayyyyyy too much fun for me. Who wants to finish their thesis if they can write Zuko fluff instead?!!

„Okay, so I was thinking, maybe we could get away from the palace for today,“ Zuko said. He was sitting on the edge of the gigantic bed, his chest still bare and his eyes remaining on the figure of his wife y/n, who currently tried to manage the many strings on her flowing dress. She had taken up her long hair in a bun, so that it wouldn‘t hinder her in getting dressed.

„I like the idea, but if you don‘t stop staring now and start helping me, we won‘t make it out of this room until next month.“

Zuko sighed and whined, „You should have told me that getting yourself dressed would require special training, before I sent away that maid.“ He crossed the room and came to stand before her. His face twisted in an desperate stare, he asked, „Where are all these pieces even supposed to go?“

Y/n grinned. „You brought this all on yourself, all mighty Fire Lord.“

„Maybe this was my plan after all, to stay here forever. We could always go back to bed. Undressing you is always more fun, love,“ he said and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

His wife shoved him away ever so lightly and watched the content smile that formed around the corners of Zuko‘s mouth. „You were the one to suggest leaving the palace, now deal with the consequences.“ She reached out her hand to lovingly ruffle his hair, so that it turned into something even messier than before.

„Devious little lady,“ he whispered, the gentle smile still resting upon his face.

Y/n just flashed him a cheeky grin and turned around, so her back was facing him. „It‘s no that bad, Zu, you only need to gather them all and tie them into a bow. I‘m sure even you can do this.“

Then, she felt his warm hands taking all the silken pieces that were hanging from her shoulders and sides to tie them together. Zuko struggled only for a few moments before he said, „See? I did it.“ Before y/n got a chance to turn around he slid his arms around her body and pulled her into his chest where he held her in a soft embrace. She could feel his breath against her neck, his hair tickling her sensitive skin. Y/n closed her eyes and leaned into his touch even more.

„You‘re beautiful, y/n,“ Zuko breathed. „So beautiful, it makes me lose my mind.“ A shiver ran down her spine. „But if that‘s the price for being with you, I will pay it a thousand times.“

Zuko never thought he could lose himself to someone as much as he did to y/n. And he was glad. Was glad that it was her that stood beside him. She would always take care of his every being, his very soul. Y/n was his lantern in the dark, his saving grace, the oxygen in his lungs. She was his wife and Fire Lady and sometimes he wondered how he got to be so lucky to finally have someone to call his and his only.

„I love you, Zuko,“ she said and placed a gentle kiss along his jawline. He closed his eyes and sighed peacefully. Because that‘s what he was - at peace. Whenever y/n was in his arms, all the stress and responsibilities that came with being the ruler of a nation fell off of him as if they were dust upon his shoulders.

„Uncle Iroh is waiting for us. We should get ready,“ he murmured, not wanting to let go of his wife.

But y/n cried out in happiness and broke out of their embrace. „Iroh? You didn‘t tell me, he would be back!“

Zuko smiled warmly. „That‘s because I wanted to surprise you. And apparently, it worked,“ he said. Iroh had been in Ba Sing Se for the last couple of weeks since his tea shop the Jasmin Dragon would not look after itself all on his own. However, he had missed his nephew and his wife y/n terribly, so he decided to come back to the Capital City for a much needed visit. He adored y/n with all his heart ever since the first time he had set eyes on her.

It had been a warm summer night, when Zuko had decided that he wanted his new girlfriend to meet his uncle. He had taken her to his uncle‘s tea shop in Ba Sing Se and watched in content as she seemingly exploded out of pure joy when she smelled the delicious scent of the shop. Y/n had immediately after meeting Iroh pestered the man with all kinds of questions about his favourite tea leaves and way to brew tea and ever since Iroh was more than invested in Zuko‘s new girlfriend. „Don‘t you ever let her get away, my dear nephew,“ he had said, grinning as widely as the sun before nearly crushing the two of them in his hug.

Y/n hopped in joy from toe to toe and pressed a rushed kiss on her husband‘s cheek. „This is the best surprise ever. Thank you, thank you, thank you!“ she squeaked. As if someone had turned the energy-button on, she grabbed Zuko‘s arm and ushered him in the direction where his clothes were draped over a chair. „Come on, get dressed! We don‘t want to keep him waiting!“

He laughed, the sound of y/n‘s happiness almost making him drunk. And so it only took him a few moments to get dressed while his wife tried to cope with the mess she made of his hair. When they thought that they both looked faintly presentable, they left their room and entered the never ending hallways of the palace. Even from the end of the hallways their giggling could be heard and earned them hidden smiles from everyone they passed on their way outside. It was like watching two kids rushing outside to cause their next mischief.

A/n 2: I freakin‘ LOVE Iroh. Definitely gonna write a next part. Also: does anyone know how to link a previous part to another one? I‘m obviously too dumb for that.

Also: part 3 is already up

[alaynes-writings]

Mornings

Summary: Reader and Paul share a few moments together in peace in the morning – pure fluff.

Pairing: Paul Atreides x reader (gender neutral)

A/N: Another small blurb, it’s not much but it’s honest work. Enjoy!

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Your eyes flutter open when the sunlight hits your face and you let out a sigh. It feels too early to be awake even though you know the list of tasks for the day is probably endless. You stretch carefully, trying not to wake Paul, who was sleeping beside you, one arm around you. You turn around to look at him and you can’t help, but smile at the sight.

He looks so peaceful, so relaxed like you haven‘t seen him in a while. His responsibilities had kept him busy and lately the circles under his eyes had become darker. Most days he had been up before you and came to bed late at night, so it was nice to see him rest for once.

Carefully and slowly you try to move away and get out of bed, but the hand on your waist stops you gently, before you can even reach the side of the bed.

„Where do you think you‘re going?“ Paul mumbles, his voice still heavy with sleep and as you turn around to face him you see that his eyes are still closed.

„Good morning my love.“ you whisper, leaning towards him to press a kiss to his forehead.

His hand pulls you closer and back down to him, his face resting in the crook of your neck, his lips close to that one sensitive spot and when he speaks it sends shivers down your spine.

„Why don‘t we stay in bed today?“

You giggle at the idea.

„As much as I would love to do that, I‘m afraid Gurney will kill us both if you‘re late to training.“

He hums, knowing you‘re right, but he‘s still not giving up.

„Just five more minutes then.“, he murmurs, pressing soft kisses against your skin, while his fingers are stroking your back.

„Fine.“, you sigh, unable to resist the urge to close your eyes again and snuggle closer to him. You can feel his smile against your neck and move your hand into his hair, carefully brushing through it.

You lay there in silence for a few minutes, just comfortable in each others company.

Moments like this are rare, when you can just spend time together in peace, but as much as you would like to stay like this, you can tell Paul is almost asleep again and he can’t be late to training.

“Paul, we really need to get up now. Your five minutes are over.” you say softly and he sighs.

Slowly he raises himself on one elbow so he can look down on you.

“Is there really no way I can convince you to stay here a little longer?”, he asks and you can tell he is still tired. With the way he smiles at you now, that cute boyish smile and his hair completely disheveled from sleep you almost give in. Almost.

“No way.”, you shake your head.

“Really?” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes and before you can turn him down again he slides on top of you, his arms on either side of your face, as he presses a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Is there really-”, another kiss to your forehead, “-no way-”, a kiss to your left cheek, “-I can persuade you-”, a kiss to your right cheek, “-to stay here with me?”

You can’t help but giggle at his silly attempt to keep you here, but you love how affectionate he is and you can’t help but smile as your arms slide around his neck.

“You’re really trying everything to convince me, aren’t you?”

“Of course.”, he murmurs before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter close as you bury your hands in his hair to bring him even closer to you. The kiss was soft and gentle, not rushed like most of your kisses lately had been because you were both so busy. He was taking his time to show you how much he loved you, bringing his lips to yours again and again until you felt like you were melting under his touch. You gasped when he pulled away, just slightly, to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you.”, he whispers. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”, you whisper back and you could feel his smile against your lips.

“But that doesn’t change the fact the we really need to get up now.”

He laughs at that and presses a final kiss to your forehead.

“Alright, love, you win this time.”