#THEY HELPED ME THROUGH SO MUCH RAHHH

[applebees4prez]

i need to have a discussion with one mr. brennan lee mulligan about how my chemical romance makes beautiful music that has given queer and mentally ill kids a comfortable place to be angry while also encouraging them to keep marching on and to be themselves no matter what anybody tells them. i need to sit bleem down and explain the plots of three cheers, the black parade, and danger days so that he understands how creative and interesting that the music made by this band is. ruben is an awsten knight or pete wentz if anything how dare you sir.

[sceletaflores]

slippin' and slidin' all over you!

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, sweating, mutual masturbation, sweat licking (i don't know???), not-so-dry humping, p in v, JUST THE TIP RAHHH, creampie, fingering (fem!recieving), oral sex (fem!receiving), come swapping, come eating, literally over four thousand words of pure nasty smut, this is gross lowkey, idk i'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: very much not the winner or even an option of the poll i posted last week but...shhh don't hate me. it’s october and over 80 every single day, what the fuck is that? only good thing that came from this heat is thoughts of nasty sweaty sex with logan. once again shoutout to my wonderful husband @ebodebo for reading this over for me (i successfully changed her vendetta against sucking up some man sweat...which was the real point of this fic tbh) go give her fics some love if you're a slut for ghost! kisses!

logan forgot to fix the ac...

It's too hot out to be alive. 36°C and sunny.

One of the hottest days in recent memory for Alberta, and you're really feeling it.

"Remind me," you say slowly, the first words spoken in almost ten minutes. "How many times did I ask you to fix the air conditioner?"

"Don't start," Logan says from his spot across the room. His head is tipped back to rest on the couch cushion, eyes slipped shut.

You ignore him, lazily rolling your head to the side to look at him through squinted eyes, your brows furrowed in thought. "Was it ten? Or maybe thirteen?"

Logan huffs a breath, slow and heavy, but he doesn't move--doesn't even open his eyes. “I said don’t start,” he mutters again, though there’s the faintest edge of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry baby," you say, voice pitched lower in a terrible impersonation of Logan. "I'll get to it, promise. Won’t get too hot for another couple months."

Logan finally cracks an eye open, just enough to give you a sideways glance, his mouth twitching with amusement. "You done?"

You hum noncommittally, the sound lingering in the air like the lazy summer breeze doing nothing to cool the temperature outside. Your gaze slips down the side of his face to trace the jut of his jaw, then lower to the sweaty column of his neck. 

Both you and Logan lost most of your clothes earlier in the day, too hot to bother wearing anything but underwear. You trudged around the house like zombies until you finally gave up on trying to be productive, you both ended up in the living room. 

All the windows are cracked open, trying in vain to let in any cool air. You claimed the armchair closest to the fan, refusing to be anywhere near Logan and the massive heat wave he constantly gives off.

Logan’s on the couch, stripped down to the thinnest pair of sleep shorts you’ve ever seen. His chest is bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that mats the dark hair dusted along his pecs to his skin. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow the drops of moisture that slide slowly down the contours of his abs. A low heat starting to swirl through your gut when it disappears into his happy trail.

It's funny. When you basically peeled yourself off your mattress this morning, sex was the absolute last thing on your mind.

Now, as your eyes glide over the strong expanse of Logan's body on full display, you're having second thoughts.

Maybe it just comes with the heat. That sort of slow, syrupy feeling that slides along your overheated skin to pulse pleasantly between your thighs.

A bead of sweat slides down the length of your spine slowly, falling until it soaks into the damp waistband of your panties. You try to not notice how Logan is halfway across the room, not touching you.

You fail.

“It’s just a shame, though,” you start, fingers idly toying with the hem of your tank top. “If it was cooler, I could come over there.”

You slide a leg up, letting it rest against the wooden rest, newly exposed skin gleaming under the sunlight filtering in. 

The move isn't lost on Logan. You see his jaw clench slightly, the tiniest shift in his posture.

"Something you wanted?" Logan asks, his voice going low and teasing. "Looks like you've been gettin' yourself all worked up over there."

“Just thinking,” you reply, shifting slightly on the sticky leather of the chair.

Logan’s fingers twitch at his sides, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His eyes slide the rest of the way open, his gaze heavy and lingering as it ventures down to where your thin shirt sticks to your skin, outlining every curve.

“Oh yeah?” he prompts, his voice a little rougher now. “Thinkin’ about what, baby?”

“You,” you say easily, fingers slipping down to your thigh. You bring your other leg up, perching it against the opposite armrest. Your thighs spread wide enough that you know Logan has a full view of the wet spot growing along the gusset of your panties.

The hitch in Logan’s breath has you stifling a smug smile, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch the way his chest starts rising faster.

"That's real sweet, sugar," he drawls, an unimpressed look on his face as he drags his eyes back up to your own. "But if you're tryin' to get me over there, you're gonna have to do better than that." His voice slides through the air heavy and warm like molasses.

You bite back a grin, enjoying the slow game that's unfolding between the two of you. 

"Maybe I don’t want you to come over here," you let your fingers trail a little lower, just to the edge of your panties, teasing. “Maybe I like you right where you are.”

Logan’s brow raises, his thighs tensing before he spreads them just a touch wider. The fabric of his boxers goes taut over the strong muscle, riding up to expose even more hairy skin to your greedy eyes.

"You're playin' with fire, kid," he warns.

The tent in his shorts is obvious now, the hard length of his cock pressing against the fabric where it lays across his thigh. Your other hand twitches by your side at just the sight, your pussy throbbing with the sudden need to be filled.

"Am I?" you murmur, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, just enough to make sure he knows exactly where this is headed. ”It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, you’re too busy pouting."

With a deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers lower, brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to let out a soft gasp at the contact. You arch your back slightly, relishing in the way the air feels against your skin, hot and sticky.

You want him to see how badly you need him—how his heat is the only thing that could truly satisfy the insatiable ache building between your legs.

Logan's nostrils flare, jaw tightening and eyes darkening at the sight of you teasing yourself. His restraint is slipping, and you can practically feel the tension building in the room, thick and stifling like the oppressive summer heat. 

But he still doesn’t move, doesn’t rush over like you expect him to. Instead, he shifts his hips slightly, spreading his legs wider and letting his hand fall on his thigh. 

You can’t help the way your breath quickens at the sight, the way his fingers drift dangerously close to his own growing bulge, teasing you just as much as you’re teasing him. 

You tilt your head to the side, gazing at him through your lashes. “You're really just gonna leave me hanging?” you goad, fingers circling lazily around your sensitive clit. “Come on stud, whip it out.”

Logan chuckles low, a sound that sends shivers through you. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, voice thick and taunting, a smirk curling on his lips. “You want me to whip it out for you?”

“Yeah,” you murmur breathlessly, biting your lip as you maintain eye contact, your breath starting to come in short bursts. “I need to see you, Logan. Need to see how hard you are for me.”

“Need to, huh,” he muses slowly, fingers finally grazing over the hard length of his cock. “What’s in it for me?”

“How about this?” You slip your hand out from your ruined panties, fingers glistening with your own wetness as you hook your thumbs on either side and drag them down your legs.

You let the soaked cotton fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to him.

Logan’s pupils dilate, an inky black completely swallowing the warm hazel. He licks his lips slowly, the tip of his tongue running along his teeth like he wants to sink them into you. His cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between you thick enough to choke on.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly, more of a growl than a word.

You smile, shifting in the chair to give him an even better view, your legs spreading wider. "Yeah?" you purr, running your fingers over your slick inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your own skin. “You like what you see?”

Logan swallows hard, his hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, palming his cock as he watches you. “You know I do,” he says, voice rougher than before. 

You let your hand trail back down to your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as you hold his gaze. “Then show me, Logan,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea now. "I wanna see you."

Logan lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers making quick work of shoving his shorts down enough to free his cock. It springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips at the sight.

He strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction, feeding off the way your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths.

"Like this?" he asks, his tone taunting as he strokes himself from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head with a low hiss. “That what you wanted?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, straining and in his hand. The sight of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock sends a hot, electric pulse through your body, your hand between your legs moving in time with his slow strokes.

"Yeah," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "Just like that."

You slip your hand lower, sliding two fingers inside yourself with a low moan. Logan groans like he’s the one being touched, his hand speeds up, eyes glued to where your fingers disappear in your slick heat.

His cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and your own breathy sighs.

"You look so fuckin' good like this honey," Logan groans, his voice rough, strained. "All spread out, playing with that pretty pussy for me."

You whimper at his words, your body aching for more than just your own touch. You need him, need the feel of his rough hands on your skin, his mouth, his cock—anything.

Your fingers move faster, slipping deeper inside with each pump, but it’s still not enough. The stretch is nothing compared to taking Logan, to the feeling of him carving a place for his thick cock inside your pussy, hitting that spot inside you that your fingers can’t quite reach.

Your hips buck up towards your hand, your back arching off the chair as your free hand clutches the armrest tightly.

Logan’s pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.

“God, look at you, such a needy fuckin’ thing” he growls, chest heaving as his gaze flicks between your flushed face and the glistening mess you’re making of yourself like he can’t decide where to look. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

"Please," you whine, desperation creeping into your voice. Too keyed up to draw this out any longer. “I need you inside me, Logan. I can’t take it anymore.”

Logan groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. His hand falters slightly on his cock, squeezing hard around the base as your words push him dangerously close to the edge. His jaw clenches, eyes raking over you, and with a growl, he stands. 

The last threads of his restraint snapping.

 He crosses the room in two long strides, towering over you where you sit. His cock swollen and hard, sways between his legs with every step, glistening with pre-come that drips to the floor. His eyes, hooded and burning, drink you in as he reaches down, yanking your hand away from your slick heat.

“Thought you said it was too hot to move,” you tease breathlessly, unable to quit egging him on even when your legs start to tremble with need, spreading wider to welcome him.

Logan ignores you, tugging your hand to his lips. Your breath catches in your chest, a weak moan escaping you as he takes your soaked fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling along your skin to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.

“Changed my mind,” he growls, strong hands rough and possessive as they drop your wrist and haul you out of the chair so he can spin around, collapsing into it with you in his lap. The wood gives a warning creak beneath you but neither of you care.

Not when his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding as he slides his tongue past the seam of your lips. The heat radiating off his body is suffocating, but you welcome it—craving the weight of him on you.

You melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours, every inch of him alive and pulsating with need. Logan’s hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a rush coursing through you.

It’s intoxicating, the way he devours you, his hands exploring every inch of your back, grasping and pulling you impossibly closer. 

The hard jut of his cock presses against your thigh, a thick plane of heat that makes your pussy throb with need. You shift your hips, grinding down on him in messy circles.

“You feel that?” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Need you,” you whimper, grinding down against him faster, desperate for the friction that sends pleasure rippling through you. “Please, Logan, I need you inside me now.”

“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending sparks all up your spine.

He dips his head, capturing your lips again, while his hands roam hungrily down your sides, fingers curling around your thighs to urge your legs open wider. “You wanna tease me, you’re gonna have to get off just like this.”

Logan angles his hips so that his cock slips between your drenched folds the next time you roll your own down.

The hot, slick glide sends electric shocks of pleasure racing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You gasp against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you push down, desperate for more.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he watches your movements with hungry eyes. “Just for me, huh? She’s droolin’ just for me.”

You nod breathlessly, chasing the friction, craving the feel of him so close. You lift your hips and rock back down again, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen clit, and you feel your body pulse in response. 

“More,” you plead, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. “I need it.”

Logan pulls away, shaking his head with a wicked grin. “Come on, tough shot,” he says, giving your ass a quick smack and kneading the tender flesh in his hand roughly. “You’re gonna come like this, you can do it baby.”

You whine, dropping your chin to your chest. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into the strong muscle. Your chest slips slickly against his, the front of your tank almost entirely soaked with sweat.

Yours or his, it doesn't matter. The white cotton turned transparent enough that your breasts are on full display, nipples hard and visible.

You watch a single bead of sweat make its way down the length of his throat. It trickles down and down and down until it dips between the pronounced muscles of his chest.

You duck your head, dragging your tongue up the valley of his pecs. A deep moan bursts from your lips, pussy drooling more slick over Logan’s cock at the coarse feel of his thick hair on your tongue, at the heady taste of his sweat filling your senses.

Logan groans, hands tightening their hold on your waist. The dull ache his strength leaves behind is enough to let you know that two hand shaped bruises will be blooming over your skin by tomorrow morning. 

“Come on, girly,” he encourages, nipping at the sweaty column of your throat, the sharp points of his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin deliciously. “Fuck me, give it to me good.”

Your hips speed up, his hard cock sliding through the slick folds of your cunt faster. The tip bumps against your clit deliciously with every move, smearing pre-come along the way to add even more to the mess between your legs.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he groans, breath puffing warm and hot agasint the slick skin of your lips. “Pump you so full of my come you’ll be leakin’ for a goddamn week.”

He shifts underneath you, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance just enough for it to push inside on the next grind of your hips.

The barely there fullness has you coming with a sharp cry, nails roughly dragging down Logan’s back hard enough to leave red welts that heal as you go.

The pain mixing with the pleasure of finally getting to feel the warm, wet suction of your pussy has Logan coming with a rough shout of your name. He throws his head back, hands tightening their grip on your hips enough to have your bones grinding together as he pumps you full of his come. 

“Logan…” you mewl, your pussy fluttering over the tip of his cock, greedy little clenches like you're trying to suck him the rest of the way in. Drunk on the way his release paints your insides, how you can feel each thick spray coating your walls to claim you in the rawest way.

Logan pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering as he watches you squirm in his lap.

"You’re not tapping out on me already, are you?" he teases, his voice rough and gravelly. "I thought you were tougher than that."

A weak, breathy laugh escapes you, but it’s cut short when he applies just a little more pressure, making your thighs quiver. "Not tapping out," you manage between shallow breaths, your head falling back against the chair. "But you’re—fuck—you’re insatiable."

Logan smirks, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send shivers coursing through you.

"When it comes to you, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over your pulse point. "Fuckin’ always."

A lazily smile takes over your lips as you tighten your core and push, the rest of Logan’s come leaking out over his fingers. Logan groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder to try and ground himself.

His cock throbs where it sways heavily between his thighs, still hard and ready to go even after he just came. His hand slips down your body, thick fingers running through the creamy mess of come and slick to messily push it back inside you.

“Fuckin’ shit, honey,” he groans lowly, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

Before you can respond, he stands again, gently placing your trembling form back into the chair and dropping to his knees in front of you.

Your breath hitches, legs widening despite the way your pussy shakes with overstimulation, like you can’t help but spread your legs for Logan anytime he wants.

Logan smirks up at you from between your legs, his lips already ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Look at you," he growls, voice low and filled with lust. "Still so needy."

The slick heat of his tongue runs along your folds, lapping at the mess he just made of you. You let out a sharp gasp, thighs trembling as your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him closer.

The sensation is overwhelming—the rough, demanding pace of his tongue as it swirls around your clit, teasing you, while his hands grip your thighs with bruising force. Keeping you exactly where he wants you, keeping you spread open for his tongue.

Your body arches off the chair with a loud cry, every nerve alight with raw pleasure as he feasts on you, his growls vibrating against your sensitive skin.

"Fuck! Logan," you moan breathlessly, head falling back as you try to keep up with the sensations he's pulling from you.

The heat that was pooling low in your belly reignites, stoked by the way his tongue flicks faster against your clit, each stroke sending you higher.

Logan doesn’t let up, his tongue delving deeper, drinking in every moan, every shaky gasp as he drives you closer to the edge. He moans into your pussy, his own arousal clear in the way his hips buck into the air, seeking any kind of friction.

You tug on his hair harder, desperate for more, for release. "Logan, please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.

"Atta’ girl," he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "So fuckin’ pretty like this. You gonna give me another one, baby? Gonna come for me again?"

Every lick, every rough squeeze to your thighs, every teasing stroke sends you spiraling closer to that edge you’re dying to reach again. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath hot against your soaked skin and driving you wild.

“Logan, I—” You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer, closer, closer. “I’m so close—”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, nose and jaw glistening in your juices.

"Give it to me," he growls, the rough rasp of his voice sending a shiver through your overheated body. "I wanna feel you come on my tongue."

It’s all the encouragement you need. With a strangled cry, your body tenses, thighs quaking as the orgasm crashes over you.

Logan keeps his mouth on you, tongue working you through every pulse, drawing it out until you’re trembling and gasping, your body boneless in the chair.

When you finally come down, panting and spent, Logan pulls away. With one last kiss pressed over your clit, he makes his way up your body, not dropping eye contact as he settles over you.

His hand comes up to your face, thumbs meanly hooking into either side of your cheeks to gently force your mouth open. You part your lips willingly, the heat still radiating between you, a mix of lingering pleasure.

Logan leans in, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex surrounds you as he spits what he collected from between your legs back into your own mouth. 

Your cheeks burn with shame, a broken moan ringing through the space between you. Your glassy eyes stare into Logan’s, his own gaze so intense and all consuming you fight the urge to squirm.

"Swallow," he commands, unwavering. 

You hesitate for just a moment, caught off guard by the pure audacity, but the way his eyes darken with hunger makes your resolve crumble. With a breathless whimper, you obey, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure mingling with his, the act both humiliating and intensely arousing.

Logan watches you closely, his gaze never straying as you swallow, a dirty smirk creeping onto his lips. “That's my girl,” he praises, his tone thick with satisfaction.

As the taste lingers on your tongue, you can feel the weight of Logan’s stare like a physical touch.

“Think you can handle another round?” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “I don’t plan on letting you off that easy, kid. Not with all that mouthing off earlier.”

You catch your breath, shaking your head in exasperation. “You’re relentless,” you whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice, though your body betrays you, already craving more.

“Only for you, baby” he replies, brushing the strands of hair plastered to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. “Only for you.”

tags are now in the comments! if you want to get tagged for any of my works just fill out this form!

mini nat's note: i started my period today chickens...that explains it...

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello! I adore your writing. Can I request a fic with female arcane characters when they have a touch starved gf? (Definitely asking for a friend ahah 😅)

RAHHH. ARCANE LADIES LETS GOOO. tbh, im not that in tune with Mel and Sevika as characters so they may be OOC. Thanks for requesting!

Arcane Ladies w/A Touch-Starved Reader | Headcanons

���┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, and Sevika with a touch-starved lover and/or discovering said trait.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended (Kinda?), Suggestive Themes (Mel/Sevika), Not Proofread, Short

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX ᝰ๋࣭𝜗᭡

- In a romantic setting (or really any setting), Jinx is touch-starved herself.

- when taking hostages or messing with those in her way, she will often touch them such as stroking her nail along their jawline or grabbing their chin when they're hurt and on their last limb.

- now she does this not because she's a bit insane and wants to add salt to their wounds but because she's curious. "What would this feel like?" "What would happen if I do this?"

- Much like most things in her life, curiosity is the main thing that gets her into trouble

- in terms of touching, you're not exempt from her touching curiosity.

- she'll drag her nails along your spine. cup your cheek and chin, and squeeze you like the baby you are to her.

- it's not until you linger after a hug that she notices your touch-starved like her

– since that moment, she made a mental note to cuddle you, kiss you, or poke at you more

– even if you tell her to stop annoying you or that she should focus on her work and not mess with you, she'll continue to poke and hold you.

– why? well because you're smiling through your complaints and she can't get over that smile you try to hide when you let yourself melt in her touch

–––

VI ﾒ

– much like her sister, Vi is touch-starved herself.

– y'all saw how she acted with Caitlyn and when she reunited with Jinx. She was all OVER them. With you, she's the exact same

– With her, you're more reluctant with touch. You want to hug her, cuddle with her, cling onto her like the clingy thing you are but you're scared to.

– you didn't grow up in an environment where that was normalized so it was out of your comfort zone to go out and cling to someone.

– in the beginning of your relationship, Vi was touchy until she noticed you weren't super comfortable with it.

– when she noticed, she had a discussion with you. – "Hey, are you comfortable with me hugging you 'n stuff? I noticed you get kinda tense when I first hug you." She'll ask you on a random night in the living room. You were hesitant at first, wanting to immediately ease her insecurities and tell her everything was fine.

– But if you lied, even if the lie was more a half-truth, your initial reaction to her touch would be the same. Tense at first then ease seconds into the touch.

– So, because you couldn't do anything but bite the bud, you told her

– Since telling, Vi said she'll help you work on getting more comfortable with touch.

– She'll even tease you when she notices you're more hesitant than normal.

– "Oh, come on," she'll tease you with her arms squeezing around your torso and your cheeks smushing to another. "You know you love it! Ease up, Mufifn."

–––

CAITLYN ᯓ

- With Caitlyn, you literally CANNOT get off of her. Can't blame you though.

- 6' foot something to cling onto? YUM.

- Caitlyn didn't mind your touchiness. She assumed you were that way so she didn't think anything of it.

- It wasn't until she met your family that she saw that your touchy side is something you keep hidden from your family, if not the world.

- You were so stiff around them, uncomfortable dare she say. You kept to yourself, restricted that pretty smile of yours, and you wouldn't let yourself ease into her touch.

- At home, she brought this up to you and you told her that being affectionate wasn't something your family did. To them, holding each other, hugging, expressing hellos and goodbyes with kisses was weird. Unfortunately for you, you're a naturally touchy person so you had to keep that part of you concealed.

- Caitlyn didn't like the thought of you hiding yourself from your blood kin. You didn't deserve that treatment so at home, after the event, Caitlyn went out of her way to be more touchy with you.

- she cradled your head when cuddling on the couch, gave you kisses on the cheek, and when she complimented you on something or congratulated you, she kissed the top of your head while giving you a polite squeeze.

– being super-duper-mushy-gushy-affectionate wasn't something she wasn't used to but she'll do anything for you. Plus, a couple extra kisses and squeezes haven't killed her yet.

–––

MEL౨ৎ

- You didn't care about touch all that much before your relationship with Mel. At the start of your relationship, you and Mel were younger so you had fewer responsibilities. All your free time, literally all of it, you guys spent with each other

- walking arm-in-arm while shopping, resting on each other on hot Summer days with your feet in a body of water, and mindlessly playing with each other's clothes or hair during late-night talks.

- but as she got busier, you saw her less, and seeing her less meant fewer touches.

- Mel wouldn't call herself touch-starved but starved for your touch.

– She'll miss your lingering touches on her fingers while you lay in bed, your lips on her back as you held each other, and your face in the crook of her neck.

– In a way, you both were touch-starved for each other. Maybe even a different word but this is a PG-13 space LMAO.

– at night, you would wrap your limbs around her tight and in the morning, you'd cling even tighter. What do you mean it's time for her to go already? She just got in bed!! (it's been 7 hours.)

– with Mel, your touch-starving-ness doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, whenever there's a time she notices you're more touchy than normal, she'll make it up to you

– And you never once complained about her way of making it up to you.

–––

SEVIKA ⚠︎

- oh lord, where do i start with this one, hm?

– One, Sevika loves the crap out of your touch-starved-ness. She won't admit this out loud but she thinks its the cutest thing in the world.

- She'll see you go in for a hug or maybe a wrap around her arm but then decide against it because of your own insecurities.

- Sometimes she'll take matters into her own hands and wrap her arm around you, pull you into her lap, or sneak a kiss on your cheek but other times she likes to make you suffer.

– "Mm, what was that?" she'll tease with a smirk on her lips. "Oh, did you want to hug me? Kiss me? Cling onto me or something?"

- Tbh, if you're with Sevika, you gotta be a little bit of a brat, right? right. So, you'll refuse the allegations she put on your name.

- That is until she pushes and pushes and boom. Like a perfectly boiled egg, your shell has been cracked and peeled, and the softness of your personality has been brought to light.

– with embarrassment plastered along your body and face, you'll do what you were too shy to before. (Cling, hug, kiss, etc).

- Sevika plays a big game but she loves it when you cling to her because just like you, she's a bit touch-starved too. The only touches she gets on a day-to-day basis are punches, kicks, etc.

- When you swallow your pride at home, you'll pull her down to your chest and hold her tight. She'll ask what's up but you'll just ignore her and she'll melt into your body like you intended.

WC: 1,229

[seokminfilm]

pink & white ── lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, soft seokmin, seokmin and reader are mentioned to have taken a shower together (not nsfw!!), reader calls seokmin by his nicknames (reader also calls him pretty RAHHH), seokmin calls reader beautiful, kissing, dokyeom is shirtless (....yes i'm giving that a warning shut up), just bucket loads of fluff & compliments

🤍 summary, your boyfriend had shown you a new level of intimacy tonight, and you were overflowing with love for him.

🤍 author's note, giggling rn bro i swear i will NEVER get over this set of seokmin pictures idc how long it's been🧍anyways enjoy this very fluffy intimate fic cause i know i need a bit of a break from everything!

🤍 now playing, pink + white (frank ocean)

🤍 word count, 648 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"feel clean?" seokmin chuckles, watching you shake your now damp hair as you smile up at him, hair obscuring your full face. "very."

seokmin had proposed something you never thought would happen in your relationship—he had asked you if you wanted to shower together. you were initially nervous, but once seokmin had reassured you he wasn't going to initiate anything you didn't want, you had loosened up and agreed to it.

seokmin treated you wonderfully while in the shower; he had played soft jazz music, taking time to love on you and your bare body as he pressed kisses to your face, back, and collarbone. he massaged your skin softly, washing you and your hair before helping you out of the tub and drying you off.

even now, you still smelled of lavender and vanilla, your body draped in seokmin's shirt as you watched him run a hand through his dark, damp hair.

seokmin quickly strips himself of his robe, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxers. no matter how many times you saw your boyfriend naked, you would never be able to get over how beautiful he really was.

seokmin's tanned skin shadowed every muscle and vein on his lean body perfectly, and you could smell the fresh soap even from your vantage point on the bed.

seokmin happens to turn around slightly, catching your gaze as a small smile forms on his face. "hi, beautiful. am i a good view for you?"

"more than a good view," you whisper softly, standing up from the bed as you walk up to your boyfriend. seokmin's staring at you as you walk, giggling at your cold hands as you slip them around seokmin's bare waist. his muscles flex under your touch, rippling and moving as you smile up at him.

"are you gonna kiss me?" seokmin asks, eyes locked with yours as you reach your hand up to his face, fingers tracing his plump lips and sharp jawline as you shrug, a proud smile decorating your face.

"maybe. you'd like that though, wouldn't you, seok?" you tilt your head to the side in a teasing manner. your tone of voice causes seokmin to nod, lips parting just slightly to taste the scent of vanilla on your soft fingers as he chuckles.

"very much so, yes." seokmin whispers, and you nod, cupping his cheek in your palm as you bring your lips to his. seokmin lets out a soft sigh, smiling under your lips as you allow your hand to flutter across seokmin's waist.

he trembles again, visibly shaking this time as you burst into a fit of laughter. "you're so cute, min."

seokmin's flustered now, cheeks a slight red as he covers his face with his hands. his bare torso is on display, still a beautiful sight to see as he mumbles something into his hands.

"hey, i'll stop teasing you now. let me look at your pretty face," you say softly, reaching for seokmin's hands. he lets you take them away from his face, revealing his sparkling, dark brown eyes, reddened cheeks, sharp nose, tiny beauty mark, and plush lips.

if there was one thing you would forever know, it would be that your boyfriend was one of the prettiest boyfriends you think you've ever had.

"there's my pretty seokmin." you smile, and seokmin's expression softens after a few seconds. he's leaning into your touch with ease now, searching your eyes as he lets out a quiet yet content sigh.

"i love you, more than you could ever know." seokmin's voice is sincere, dark eyes holding nothing but love for you as you nod, interlocking your hands with seokmin's larger ones.

even though silence falls between you two, it's a comfortable one, one that's thick with the feeling of love. even if you don't reply to seokmin's confession, the both of you know it's mutual.

[dilf-docs]

I'm Doing Better Than I Ever Was

husband!pedro pascal x younger fem!reader

summary: it's been a few weeks after the turmoil of coming clean with your marriage. to loosen up, you decide to have some fun with your husband. no one better to help a girl out than your dear friend.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, bondage, cuff play, pedro i'm into submission pascal, cowgirl, praise kink, daddy/mommy kink (papi and mami use), creampie, brina cameo stream manchild

word count: 3,960 words

side note: based on this request (the rest? blame my freaky mind, but a wise guy once said if you're hot you're freaky and-). you know i love pedrobrina as much as the next gal (i peaked on snl 50 weekend),,, another part to call it what you want RAHHH ++ showing off the new taglist as well YUP 🫡 (thank u for loving this series so much!!) fyi, this part takes place in between the timeskips between interviews in the first part ciwyw of the series, yet, it is after the london premiere!! ALSO, I ALR SAW F4 OMG visuals, villains, mother vanessa, THE SPACE, dynamics and that's my reedro FUCK HATERS TRULY #WeLovePedroPascal ⋆˙⟡♡ (release the extended version cowards!!)

part: prev | masterlist | next

"Can you tell me where we are going?"

You smile with mischief. "Not yet"

It's November, and the year almost comes to an end: a year filled with a whirlwind of emotions you can't quite place. The high you've been riding since the reveal of your marriage has slowly dwindled down into the quiet peace of before. Well, as much as you can: you keep receiving negative comments from time to time, despite Pedro's post and declarations. While it stings a little, you've gotten better at ignoring it.

Despite it all, life seems to smile at you: with a hot and loving husband by your side, a movie coming out soon and job offers on the way, you're certain what the Internet has to say about you or your relationship isn't your priority.

He tries to pull his blindfold down. "Can you at least give me a clue?"

"Okay" you swat his hand away, "it's a friend of mine"

He chuckles. "Sounds like it's more of a surprise for yourself"

You see the Crypto.com Arena through the window. You go back to looking at him, tugging yet again his blindfold. You've been granted a few rest days between interviews and before the Big Day (the movie release), so, you came up with an idea to have fun.

"No peeking" you gently remove his hands, giggling. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"When my wife basically kidnaps me-"

You snort. "Kidnap you?"

"You know I'm all for kinky but this is weird. We've been driving around for like an hour"

"LA traffic" you respond, simply.

He sighs. "Yeah, it's a bitch. Still, I wish I could tell what the hell your surprise is, because I don't want to end making it into TMZ again"

"That was two days ago, let it go" you roll your eyes. Then, smirk. "You're not very good at guessing, are you?"

"I'm competitive"

The car stops. "Doesn't mean you're good at it, does it?"

"What are you implying?" as the engine turns off.

"That you couldn't get it right" you take the blindfold off. "Time's up"

It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light, blinking several times. Then, as you get out of the car and offer your hand for him to take and follow, Pedro gives you a puzzled look.

"This is a parking lot"

You smirk. "Not just any parking lot"

He looks around, until he sees a logo. "What does that-?"

"Just take my hand, silly"

You guide him out to the venue, the sun still up, hitting in your faces. Realization dawns upon his face: lips parting, eyebrows raised and paused blinking.

"This is a concert"

"Not just any concert"

He looks at you, eyes narrowed. "If you keep saying that cryptic shit and don't explain it to me, I swear. I'm too old for this"

"Welcome to Sabrina Carpenter's Short and Sweet tour!" you exclaimed, gesturing with your hands excitedly.

"Who?"

"Sabrina Carpenter" he shakes his head. You sigh, "Brina? My friend?" Pedro shakes his head again. "Espresso?"

"Actually, I had one this morning before you kidnapped me, thank you very much"

"No, bobo" you tease. "The song. It was all over the radio!" (dummy)

"Oh. Oh" he begins mumbling gibberish to the tune. "That one? That's her?"

You nod.

"Alright, it's catchy, I'll give you that. Still, what does that have to do with me?" Pedro huffs. "I'm more of a Fleetwood Mac man, baby"

"Look, P... trust me on this one, yes?"

"The thing about trusting you is that it goes either really good or really wrong"

Now it's your turn to huff. "You can't speak without seeing first"

"You mean... hearing?" Pedro replies with a cheeky grin, earning a begrudging laugh out of you.

After walking down some stairs, you take him to the VIP section, waiting for the show to start. While at it, you show him the songs from the album and some of the old ones that are your favorite. In the end, he liked Sharpest Tool and Good Graces, even asked who Dumb & Poetic was about. Said Bed Chem reminded him of you. Laughed in amusement at some of the lyrics from Slim Pickings and the fact Jenna Ortega starred in the Taste music video. Also thought Paris was cool and Feather catchy.

"Maybe you're a true Carpenter"

He rolls his eyes. "Don't push your luck"

The show started off with Taste, which you sang from beginning to end. Then, Good Graces followed and so on. You were having a good time, dancing and singing along to the setlist, enjoying the dances and Pedro's attempts to singalong even if he claims time to time his hate for karaoke. You know he's doing it for you, taking your hands under the lights and dancing from side to side, which makes you smile more. With Nonsense, you danced around him, teasingly, making him blush. And then, after Dumb & Poetic, the moment you were waiting for finally came.

"Why is she stopping?"

"I take you were having fun" you grin.

"Um, yeah?" Pedro makes a face. "I'm trying to if this is how I'll spend my night"

"No veo que te esté costando mucho" you mock. (doesn't look like it's taking you much effort)

Before he can reply, the lights turn on and music goes off.

"Is this the intermission? It should've been a while ago"

You bite your lip, holding back a grin. "Yeah, something like that"

It doesn't take that much for your friend to spot you, equating your mischievous smile. You had planned this in advance, yes, but that didn't mean you knew what she would do or say, so when she grabs the microphone to speak, you brace yourself.

"Would you look at that?" Sabrina's voice says. "I think I've seen you before, yeah. I'd never forget a face that cute"

You giggle while the camera points at you. People cheer when they recognize you, some for your work and other fans of your friend for the pictures you've posted of yourselves together.

"Me?" you playfully ask, although the screaming and sound drown it out.

"Yes, you" she points. "Wait, hold on" the singer then raises a hand, and the dancer next to her leans as to whisper in her ear. "We just got a message"

You give Pedro a side look. He's visibly appalled at everything that's happening, your poor old man.

"What's going on?"

You just chuckle, the camera still on your face. When Sabrina speaks again, you pretend to be shocked and confused.

"So, I've been told" Sabrina's voice say. "Something just landed from space"

The camera pans to Pedro, who goes from squinting confused eyes to surprised open wide.

"The sexiest bounty hunter from the galaxy is here tonight!" Sabrina giggles, pointing with her finger towards Pedro as the police sirens buzz on the speakers with the text You're under arrest for being too hot. "And his beauty is otherwordly!"

The entire stadium erupts in cheers and screams, between surprise and excitement. His cheeks go red in embarrasment at the attention and her words, between uncomfortable and flattered. You know it's a lot of spotlight for your husband, but you thought it'd be good for him to feel both desired and poked fun at after such tiring events; to loose up a bit and have fun with you. Besides, you'd be pretty much losing him next year with all the press and filming he'd be doing.

"Surprise" you laugh, and he just gives you a look. One that, from being past half a decade together, you know it means We'll have a little chat later.

"I gotta say" your friend speaks again, interrupting your conversation, "while it may be a job in outer space, I'm pretty sure that's illegal here in LA" the singer to her right gives her something. Cuffs. Pink fluffly cuffs to be exact. Pedro's mouth opens in shock and then lets out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to arrest you tonight. And don't you dare fight me on this one. I've heard you can be pretty ruthless too, eh, Joel Miller"

While the crowd continues buzzing, Sabrina kneels on the border of the stage. You get close, taking the cuffs from her hands. Speaking into her microphone, she says with a wink and a playful mirth to her voice: "Have fun"

You blow back a kiss, making the crowd laugh and shout again. As you go back to the VIP area, he's waiting for you.

"I knew this surprise was for yourself, you greedy little thing" Pedro smirks, crossing his arms. "You're crazy if you think I'll wear these"

You give your back to the camera, leaning on him. Tiptoeing, you get close to his ear, and whisper. "Just be a good boy and let me arrest you"

He's glad the cameras are up your faces because he's probably got a boner now. Why did he choose to wear jeans again?

With pink cheeks and a goofy nervous smile, he extends his hands, making everyone laugh and awe.

"Whoever made them, God bless them, God bless their genetics" Sabrina recites as she watches you two, the music to Juno starting. "And my clothes... they will stay on, because my friend will kill me if they don't!"

Pedro gives you a knowing look, making you chuckle as you speak, the camera still on you. "Oh, don't even doubt it"

"I never did" he replies, cheekily. "You can be many things"

"Jealous?"

"I was thinking creative" he places a hand on your back, pulling you to him. The cuffs feel week in your hold, almost dropping as his free hand caresses your face. "If you wanted to tie me so bad, baby, you could've asked"

With a little giggle at you both, Sabrina gets into her position, but before the camera goes back to her, it perfectly captures the long heated kiss between Pedro and you.

"So, about TMZ..." he starts once you pull away for air, Juno in the background.

"They're writing it as we speak"

"Good" he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you close until your back is pressed against his chest, "then let's keep giving them what to talk about"

Later that night, in your bedroom and after a shower, Pedro looks up at you from the bed, where he's reading a book while he waited for you to exit the bathroom.

You have just taken a shower, body dripping with water. Pedro smells your vainilla body cream, mouth watering. And you know it. His want. You have planned it, after all.

(Does he know you aren't wearing anything beneath your robe?)

"I have to show you something"

He places the book on the table next to him. "More songs?"

"Like Bed Chem? Maybe"

He sits up against the bedpost. "Now I'm listening"

You walk to your nightstand table with a mischievous grin.

"I'm glad paparazzi weren't around. They'd have a field day about it"

He gives you a puzzled look. "What did you do now?"

You grin, playful. "Up for another surprise?"

"For you or for me?" he sits straighter. "Are you going to arrest me again?"

You have to bite back a smile. "About that-"

He sees you bend down (of course he does. His stare practically burns your ass cheeks) and pull a black box from your underwear drawer.

"Naughty girl. You aren't wearing anything"

You look back at his flamed up cheeks. "Don't you have a better question?"

He clears his throat, trying hard to conceal his erection. "How long's that been there?"

You don't answer, sitting on the bed instead, box over your lap.

"So" the box clicks open, "I may have stolen an idea or two from tonight"

Pedro gets closer, and when he sees what's inside the velvety interior, his mouth parts open.

"Is- Is that?"

You pull out the silk handcuffs. The fabric is soft between your hands.

"It is"

"Wow, I wasn't aware you were into that"

You laugh. "Wasn't today obvious?"

"I guess you're jealous I got the spot"

"Who says they're for me?"

Pedro's smile wavers yet his vision darkens.

"And if I said no?"

"I'd have to go back to the store and do a little walk of shame. They've got thirty days for refund"

"Will you kill me if I said I liked the pink fluffy ones better?"

You laugh in adoration at his pout. "But they're purple. It's your favorite"

He finally relents, whispering something like It's for you only. Like he's incapable of saying no to you.

"Do you trust me?" you ask, placing them on his hands.

He runs his fingers through them, and then holds your gaze, voice unwavering as he says: "I love you"

Your cheeks flush, grumbling as he raises his hands with a smirk and lets you bind him to the bedpost.

"Can't let go of your last moments in control, huh?"

"Tell me you love me too"

You tie him up, securing the cuffs. You then peck his lips. "I love you"

After that, Pedro lays back on the bed, wrists bound above his head with the cuffs. His chest rises and falls, anticipation laced with each ragged breath.

"Looking so good, papi"

He gives you a crooked smile, cheeks flushed red. "Just for you, mami. I'm all yours"

With the boost of his words, you find the confidence to sit on top of him. He groans when your ass meets his middle, and you're quick to feel the pressing hard, thick length of him against your core.

"You're eager tonight, aren't you?" you straddle his hips with slow motions, letting a breathy whine out at the effect you have on him, "but I've barely touched you"

He grunts, strangled, as you begin to run your fingers through his chest, feeling his muscles shivering and tensing under your touch.

"Jumpy too"

His eyes flutter shut, a low groan escaping his lips as he arches into your touch.

"Can't help it"

Raspy, right up from his throat. You like how he becomes a mess so easily.

"Keep it up, papi. I love hearing you"

You lean down, trailing kisses across his chest, each flutter against his tan skin deliberately slow, messy and sloppy. A low grunt falls off his lips as you circle his nipples with teasing traces of your tongue, feeling them harden under your licks. You see Pedro's hands twitch and clench in the cuffs above him, body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"It's hard, isn't it? Not being in control? Try to get used to it"

A drowned out moan comes out of his mouth. "I'm trying"

Your fingers wander, lowering, down to his stomach, tracing with care the lines of his muscles as they go taut under the feather-light touch of your fingers. He sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking up.

"Woah. So you are that eager" you chuckle, re-adjusting yourself.

"Stop teasing" he mumbles, through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry" you reach his happy trail, placing your wet tongue over the hairs. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, body aching for your touch. Sensible. Eager. You raise your gaze, his expression one of desire and restrain. "I plan to reward you if you behave well"

Pedro sucks another breath as you reach the waistband of his briefs, eyes still boring into his as your movements pause.

"So, will you behave?"

His face is flushed, lips parted as he pants softly. He's at your mercy, a sight so delighfully new a tingl shoots up your core, walls clenching at the view. Then, slowly, he nods.

"Good boy" you purr.

With a teasing smile, you feel him jerk his hips up again, hard cock straining against his underwear, the damp spot visible throught the black fabric even. You could feel his desperation and pain.

"Just... be gentle" he whispers, voice strained and rough.

You hook your fingers into the waistband and tug it down, freeing the angry red head of his thick length, tip glistening with precum. Pedro lets out a guttural moan at the exposure, hips twitching again. Your walls dampen, and you can feel the sticky slick moisture in between your legs.

"Don't worry. Let me give you a hand" you slurr, wrapping it around his shaft. It pulses, throbbs, against your palm. Hot. Hard. The skin soft. Pedro looks at you, and you can feel the distress in his intense gaze as he begs for more.

"But I need to hear it" you pout, teasingly.

"P-please" your husband manages, choked up. "I need you, mami"

You grab him by the chin and place a light kiss on his stubble. His hands twitch again, making you lick your lips and smile in adoration and satisfaction.

"Just because you asked so nicely" you mumble.

You position yourself above him, rubbing the head of his length along your wet folds. Pedro's breath hitches, hands balling into fists until his knuckles turn white.

With a steady roll of your hips, you sink down into him, taking each inch of his throbbing girth into your tight cunt. He throws his head back with a quiet groan, the veins of his neck straining as your walls adjust to his size, clenching and fluttering.

"It fits so... well" he murmurs, strangled.

You can feel every vein and pulse of his cock as it parts your folds, stretching you, filling you up whole.

"Always"

You being to move, rolling your hips with an unhurried pace. Not everyday you have your husband under you, riding him as he's tied. You want to enjoy every passing second, letting your walls grip and squeeze him like a vice, taking him deeper with each minstration.

Pedro tries to meet your rhythm, moving his hips to meet yours, his dick burying even further into your welcoming heat.

"Wait-" you arch an eyebrow at his stiffled tone. "G-give me a kiss"

"Sí, si me lo pides así" you lean down to capture his lips in a wet kiss as you keep riding him, breasts pressed against his chest, making you gasp into his mouth. You break the kiss, sitting back up to take his swollen lips and flushed skin. "Lo que sea" (yes, if you ask it like that. whatever you want)

"So pretty" you whisper, drinking in his dark eyes and damp curls, disheveled. He was lost in your body moving in sync with his, voice rough and ragged as he growls your name. You continue riding him, hips moving in a teasing rhythm. The silk cuffs above his head kept his arms restrained, a reminder of who was in control for tonight. "And all mine"

You place a hand over his chest, feeling the quick motion of his heart, pumping, every heartbeat felt under your warm palm.

"Just yours" he slurrs in a desperate rasp, eyes lost in yours. "You feel so good, please. Don't stop"

Your lips curve, lazily. "I wasn't planning to"

You pick up your pace, a knot forming in your stomach as heat builds between your legs. The pressure is delicious, the amount enough to make you moan at the tightness in your core. You hear the bedpost, looking up to see his body straining against the cuffs, trying to grab you.

"Don't" you warn lowly, his hips jerking up to meet yours. His eyes search yours, pleadingly. "You promised to be good"

"I- I need- please, I need more. I'm so-" he gasps, chest heaving. "I'm so close, please"

You lean down, lips brushing against his ear. "Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want it, and I may give it to you"

Pedro's body quivers beneath you, his cock throbbing inside your clenching walls.

"Please. I- I want to fill you up, amor" he pleads, voice breaking with need. "Let me cum. I'm begging you. I'm so fucking close-" (love)

His hips shudder beneath you, muscles taut. "Please" he begged again, voice hoarse. "I can't-"

His balls were coiling hard, aching for release. He was close, and so were you. Pedro lets out a broken sob, body shaking with effort. Tears glint in his eyes as he looks at you, expression filled with pure raw want.

"I need to be deep in you. To claim you. To fill you"

He bucks his hips up hard, driving deep into you as he buries himself to the hilt.

"Can you feel me?" he asks, looking down, fingers burning with the need to touch you and feel himself in your stomach. You can see his dick, moving. "Please, baby. Please. Let me fill you if I can't touch you. I need you, I want you... Please"

You throw your head back, the pleasure overwhelming as the heat rises to your chest.

"I want you too, baby" you moan. "I want to fell you filling me. Your dick deep inside me, until I've taken every last drop"

Your words push him, his whole body rigid under you as an electric current shoots to his pulsating dick. His pupils are so wide and dark, they look like a supermassive black hole.

"Fuck, mami" he lets out a strangled cry, voice to be confused with a raw groan, "you wanna feel all that?"

You capture his lips into a heated kiss before pulling back.

He bucks his hips up, slamming balls-deep into you. The purple silk cuffs creak, Pedro straining against them.

"Don't worry, papi. We're almost done" you whisper, placing your hands over his tied up ones.

"Good" he urges in a low growl, "because I want your pretty pussy milking me dry until it drops out of your legs"

You whimper, feeling the familiar pressure building between your legs, your walls tighter and tighter, clenching around him, taking him in deeper.

"Then give it to me" you whisper between ragged pants.

Pedro slams his hips up one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your cunt. His cock pulses with his impeding release as he cries out your name, a low growl coming out of his throat, deep and raspy. Raw. His dick jerks with his release, body shuddering as his length pulses with his thick, hot seed, painting your clenching walls white with each spurt as you ride off your own orgasm, toes clenched and vision blurry; dazed. He clenches his hands under yours, eyes rolling back as you continue to ride through your climax combined, milking every last drop before your body gives up, shaking with your own release.

You let your head collapse on his shoulder, hand falling to wrap around his neck as he tries to even his breath.

Sweat travels down your face as you untie Pedro. You brush some hair out of his face, the damp curls sticking to his forehead.

"So pretty"

His skin is reddish, from sweat and from your compliment. Also on his hands from were the cuffs were. You then take his wrists and kiss them, looking up to smile at him, oh so sweetly, he's abruptly pulling you against him with his now free hands, kissing you like its his last day alive.

You can taste the salt of his sweat and feel the swollen of his lips. Smell his musk and the combination of your releases. You want to thank him for trusting you, for coming to the concert with you and for loving you so much he'd just do anything for you. Because he chose to stay. He chooses it everyday.

You let your breaths sync, and before even getting the chance to speak, he says:

"So, there's an upcoming Beyoncé concert next year. Any interesting ideas for that?"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @trashcora / taglist: @kellyxo1 @pascal-mynightlyobsession @justkayleighhere @pp4scal @cigdolly @taylorswifts-cardigan @serenity-1221 @he-is-the-destined @lemoncee @bekscameron @lloydmustache (comment if u wanna be tagged!)

[brokenengene]

could you write about down bad loser hee that would do anything to get his was with you

*ೃ༄ first time user - l.hs

a/n: rahhh this was so much fun anon I hope you like my interpretation! (sorry it’s long!!)

summary: Your best friend’s brother is a total nerd—and he’s had a crush on you for years. She drags him along to a party one weekend, and it only takes you 30 seconds to show him exactly what he’s been missing.

pairing: best friend's brother!Heeseung x fem reader

genre: college au, smut, first time

word count: 2.5k

content warning: strong language, brief mention of alcohol, explicit smut, oral sex (f!receiving), virgin!Heeseung(implied) messy first time sex, mild humiliation, unprotected sex,(wrap it up!), creampie, begging, praise, awkward tension, overstimulation, and soft dom/sub dynamics

Content is only for readers 18+

You look into the mirror of your dorm room as you touch up your makeup under the yellow light. You blend out your contour and add extra highlighter to your collarbone right above the fabric of your dress.

“Damn you look good, I’m going to fight off crusty frat guys all night.” Your friend Jules says playfully.

You pass her your eyeliner as she leans over the sink right next to you. It’s become a habit at this point, the two of you decided it was time to live it up a little. And for the past few months, you’ve been wasted at a party every weekend living life to the fullest.

“I hope you have extra room in your car I’m bringing my brother along. He seriously needs to get out. His brain is gonna rot from looking at textbooks and video games all day.” Jules says casually.

You know her brother. Heeseung. Computer science major a year beneath you. He was basically the opposite of Jules. He was introverted, reserved, and always had his nose in a book or eyes glued to a PlayStation game.

Jules was the party girl, hell if she wasn’t your best friend you probably wouldn’t even be going out tonight. But it was good to have Jules around, she helped you break out of your shell.

The bass thumped beneath your feet as you finally arrived at the party. Jules and Heeseung are awkwardly followed behind you.

You’re immediately hit with the smell of alcohol the second you step through the door.

Tonight already smells like trouble.

You confidently find a cooler in the corner of the kitchen. You dig through the ice to find exactly what you’re looking for.

The party is already lively. People dancing, lights dim, couples making out on the couch and strangers hooking up upstairs. The usual for a night like this.

“Oh, my God is that the hot guy from Econ? I’ve got to talk to him!” Jules says as he digs through the cooler behind you looking for her own drink to take off whatever nerves she had left.

“Don’t get into too much trouble okay? Call me if you need anything! Mwah!” She says playfully and before you know it she’s disappearing into the crowd.

You look around, not really noticing any of the other people at the party besides one.

Heeseung.

He’s nervously leaning up against the outside wall, drink in hand, shoulders tight. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than here.

You smirk as you take another sip of your drink. It’s kind of cute the way he keeps pushing up his glasses. The way his shirt is buttoned all the way to the top as he nervously grips a red solo cup in his hand.

Figuring you have nothing else to lose you walk over towards him.

“Hey, Heeseung right?” You say confidently as you place your free hand on the wall right next to his head. Your other hand holding your drink, the alcohol definitely giving you a kick of confidence.

Heeseung's face turns red, bright red at the gesture. He nearly drops his drink as he looks at you.

He stumbles over his words as he looks you up and down. Your dress is tight, hugging your form and leaving little to the imagination.

He opens his mouth to speak but he stutters, completely caught off guard by the amount of cleavage he’s seeing right now.

“Y..yeah? That’s m-me—“ he replies, his eyes wide as he looks at you. His expression is shocked—like he can't believe a girl like you is hitting on a guy like him.

“You look good tonight…” You coo sweetly. Not out of a place of mockery, you do find him cute.

“I do? Th-thanks—“ he stutters out, quickly taking another sip of his alcohol like that would be his only saving grace.

His eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, his jaw drops like he can’t believe you’re here right in front of him.

���You good?” You ask playfully as you notice he’s practically shaking. Barely keeping his drink up straight, ready to spill at any moment.

“It’s just—parties aren’t my thing, girls aren’t my thing.” He says with an awkward chuckle.

“Just relax, it’s not like you have a crush on me or something—“ you say casually in an attempt to break the ice.

Heeseung's grip on his cup loosens and the alcohol falls onto the floor beneath you. Your eyes widen, brows sharp with concern.

Jules really wasn’t lying about him needing to touch some grass.

“Actually—that’s debatable” Heesung confesses, his face bright red as he reluctantly tears his eyes from the floor to look at you again.

“I've actually liked you for—longer than I’d want to admit. You’re just so out of my league, I never stood a chance…” he says weakly awkwardly shifting against the wall like he’s trying to hide his very obvious erection.

“Wanna head upstairs?” You cut him off, biting your lip as you smirk at him. Finding everything about the interaction cute.

“Upstairs? Like to have sex upstairs?” Heeseung says his voice shaking as he bluntly puts two and two together.

“I’d give anything, please just let me touch you one time. Fuck me just once and God...I’ll die a happy man,” he says frantically like he’s trying to convince you before you can change your mind.

You don’t even reply, you just leave the alcohol on a random side table and grab his wrist, dragging him behind you up the stairs and into an empty bedroom.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m gonna last thirty seconds—shit am I hallucinating?” Heeseung mumbles as he paces back and forth awkwardly in the middle of the dark empty room.

“I don’t know what I’m doing…” Heeseung gasps.

Your lips cut him off, tasing the essence of alcohol as you back him towards one of the bedroom walls. You capture his lips, sweet, soft innocent.

Heeseung is stunned, his arms awkwardly hovering at your sides, his eyes wide as you kiss him.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” You pull away just for a moment to seductively whisper.

His hands hesitate before they find your waist, gently holding you overtop the sequins of your dress. He gasps into each kiss like you're taking the air out of his lungs every second your lips are on his.

After a few moments, he leans into it, moaning shamelessly into your mouth, closing his eyes as he messily kisses you back.

“I’m gonna come…in my pants—if you keep kissing me” Heeseung gasps between kisses as your lips nip and suck on his.

You smirk against his lips, enjoying how his unraveling a little too much. You let your thigh press between his, feeling how hard he is just from looking at you.

He whimpers against your lips, his grip tightening at the sensation.

“Do you want me to stop?” You say breathlessly as you pull your swollen lips away from his.

“No, No, God No! Please don’t stop, you could spit on me and I would like it. You could do anything and I would tell you to keep going. Use me however you want don’t care—as long as it’s you.” Heeseung says breathlessly, his expression almost pained from how hard he is and you haven’t even properly touched him yet.

It’s turning you on more than you thought it would.

“You’re so pretty, and your boobs are driving me crazy in your dress like that—I didn’t mean to say that.” Heeseung stutters out, still red in the face.

You smile as you grab his hands, biting your lip. You gently guide him towards the bed, watching him mentally unravel in front of you.

You gently push his chest and he falls back onto the mattress on command. You straddle his hips, and your dress rides up your thighs as you do.

“This is usually the part when you get naked—“ you say bluntly, with a wicked smirk, watching him whimper and moan underneath you just from having you in his lap.

You know it’s cruel, but you slowly grind your hips against his own, he’s throbbing already, and you know he’s definitely not going to last.

You kiss underneath his jawline letting your hands slowly unbutton his shirt. Revealing one inch of porcelain skin at a time.

Heeseung is gasping beneath you, his head falls back as he grips the sheets trying to keep himself from falling apart too soon.

You let your lips drag down his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive skin to leave a faint mark. Heeseung groans at the sensation, his hips jerking beneath you as you slide his shirt off his shoulders.

“Tell me, what do you want?” You ask breathlessly as you pull away to look into his eyes, your hands gently taking the crooked glasses off his face and setting them on the bedside table.

“Teach me how to not screw this up, “ Heeseung gasps as you take the glasses off his face. Like the reality of everything is sinking in.

“Lie back…” you say softly as you reach down to pull your dress up and over your head. You straddle his hips as you take off your bra, letting your tits free of their restraints.

“Oh my God, oh my God—“ Heeseung exhales beneath you, his cock painfully twitching in his pants at the sight.

You slide your panties off swiftly before Heeseung can even open his mouth to speak.

Heeseung is frozen beneath you as you swing one of your legs over his chest, letting your already-wet pussy straddle his face.

Heeseung catches his breath like he’s about to pass out. His hands reluctantly go to your thighs as you hover over his face, your hands gripping the headboard of the bed.

“Holy shit what do I even do?” He asks his voice cracking with anticipation and nerves.

“Just use your tongue, start slow—“ you say and without warning he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his face.

He attacks you with his tongue, too hard than too soft, his movements unsure and miscalculated. You gasp at the feeling of his wet tongue on your aching pussy.

“Slower, fuck yes just like that.” You gasp as he slows down, still eager, he gently licks unsure stripes up your folds.

You pull one hand away from the headboard, reaching down to gently push his dark hair out of his eyes. Guiding him with a soft voice.

He continues to explore your folds, your hips shudder against his mouth, and he lets a deep moan slip.

He repeats the motion, his tongue sliding through your folds to flick your clit again. Your thighs clench around him, wetness dripping onto his lips and chin.

“Fuck you’re so wet, like insanely wet—“ He mumbles into your pussy.

“Right there, fuck yes—“ you interrupt as he lazily drags his tongue across your clit again.

He grips your thighs tighter as he gets the hang of eating you out. He’s a moaning mess beneath you. His hips jerk like he’s getting off just from having your taste in his mouth.

He continues not even registering that his nose is hitting you in all the right places as he fucks you with his tongue. Nails digging into your skin as he holds you down on his face.

He’s trembling, eyes rolling back like he’s the one getting head. He’s desperate, dark eyes glancing at you for guidance.

“You’re a fast learner.” You say truthfully with another soft moan, gripping the headboard tighter as you ride his face, enjoying it a lot more than you expected to.

“You’re good at this, so fucking good.” You gasp with a moan that even surprises you. Heeseung whines beneath you, shaking like he’s on the verge of his own release.

“Get ready, I’m coming in your mouth, shit—“ you gasp as he pushes you through your orgasm.

Your thighs clench, and you grip his hair as you use his nose to ride out your release. Your wetness coats his lips and tongue as he shamelessly licks up every drop between your thighs.

You swiftly swing your leg back over him. The cool air hits his face making him shudder. He’s breathless and red, face glistening with your cum.

“I had no idea, that’s what pussy tasted like—“ he says breathless, shocked as he licks his lips to taste more of you.

“And I can’t feel my jaw,” Heeseung states with a weak laugh.

You smile with disbelief, quickly moving back down the bed to unbutton his pants. You push them down along with his underwear already soaked with his pre-release. It’s a miracle he hasn’t come yet from the way he was responding.

“Please don’t laugh…” Heeseung pleaded as he threw his head back with a whimper. His cock was achingly hard and twitching out in the open.

“I’m not. You're cute, I’m enjoying this too.” You say truthfully.

You lean back on top of his body. Slick skin on skin as you kiss him again, letting him moan into your lips as he sinks back into the mattress.

Your hand slips between your bodies, wrapping around his girth as you stroke him once.

“Oh my god, oh my god–“ he whines as his hips jerk up into your hand, his tip swollen and leaking onto your fingertips.

You straddle him again, letting your soaked entrance tremble as you guide him to it.

You notch his aching tip into your slick heat before sinking down a few millimeters.

“Wait, wait, wait,—fuck you feel—I’m gonna”

“Breathe, breathe, Heeseung…” you say softly against his lips as you gently stroke the side of his sweaty red face. Smiling down at him with affection.

You give him a moment to pull himself together before you sink down a few more inches. He throws his head back against the pillows with a pained expression.

Tears start to fall from the corner of his dark eyes.

Heeseung sobs as he comes inside you, not even all the way in. He gasps like he’s in pain as he spills ropes of hot cum into your pussy.

You help him ride it out, sinking all the way down and rocking your hips back and forward as cum starts to slip out.

He grips the sheets as he shudders inside you. Tears streaming down his face. Beads of sweat on his chest.

“I’m sorry…” he whimpers through the tears.

God that was hot. And he looks completely wrecked.

“You rake your hands through his damp hair as you feel him going soft inside you. You gently kiss some of the tears from his cheeks as he nearly hyperventilates beneath you.

“I think I love you,” Heeseung says awkwardly in the heat of the moment.

You chuckle softly, your lips finding his again with another soft kiss. You pull away, whispering against his lips.

“You were perfect. You have no idea…”

“So is that like a one-time thing or do I get a chance to redeem myself?” Heeseung asks with a weak self-deprecating chuckle against your lips.

You smile back, gently brushing your fingertips through his dark hair.

“You better study,” you whisper, lips brushing his, “because next time—I’m letting you fuck me.”

© brokenengene

[ruinix-dark]

first of all, LOVE your work💕how possessive would quinn be seeing you swollen with his kid? he doesn’t let you leave at all, especially if you want to go to one of his games and you throw a fit. or maybe when you’re hormones go out of whack and he tries to “help”

Hi, lovelyyyy, you're my first request in this sideblog 😍😍😍 For that...let me just...be distracted with this. I totally don't have any backlogs. For sure. FOR SURE. 😖 Believe me or else I will tell on you to dark Quinn!! Anyway.... I present a messy thot 🫡

This is on queue....i am sleeping when this gets posted....RAHHH

Patience, Patience

Relationship: dark bf!Quinn x pregnant F!Reader

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Dark, Extremely Deranged and Toxic Behavior, Extreme Possessiveness and Obsession, Manipulation, Birth Control tampering / Baby trapping, Pregnancy, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (m and f receiving), Praise + Degradation Kink, Sex toys and machines, Restraints, Sex as Punishment and Reward lol, Marriage(?)

Disclaimer | Inbox Rules | Dark Masterlist | Taglist

Quinn would be so ecstatic to have you finally pregnant because all the efforts—swapping your birth control, improving your diet and his because what you eat was what he ate too, crushing prenatal vitamins to put in your smoothies, obsessively tracking your cycle, filling you up with so much cum that you would be complaining to him the next day—he put bore fruit.

He would remember how you cried when you discovered it, panicking and shaking so much. It would be a lie if that sight didn't make him hard. He was so hard. He barely heard your fear of him leaving you, before he had pounced and fucked you, praising you for a good job. It was a memory he loved to visit frequently, because you were so happy that he was excited.

He would be doing everything. He took you to the doctors, bought you all the maternity clothes you wanted, helped decorate the nursery, prepared and researched so intensively that you caught him sleeping with his iPad and phone open on his chest with pregnancy facts and baby facts on the screen.

He would cook your nutritious meals. Whatever you crave, he was up and running to make it. He had spoiled you so much that every conditioning he made on you had started to fray. You were getting so antsy from the hormones. So touchy. So fucking bratty.

Sometimes he would appease you by doing everything you wanted, because you were carrying his child after all.

Sometimes he would fuck the brat out of you. You were so used to rough sex. It wouldn't endanger the baby. It was like when a woman was regularly working out and they continued to work out through the pregnancy. It was like that...probably. He couldn't just ask that from a doctor, could he? He only went as far as to asking about sex which was okay. He just watched out for red flags like intense spotting which never occurred, so he would fuck you as hard as usual. He would be rewarded by you looking so fucked out with your belly round with his child while your pussy leaked with his cum.

He would love to accompany you outside. It didn't matter if it was for grocery runs or just walking around. He was always there to make sure you were safe.

If there were old ladies trying to touch your belly, he would slap their hands away and give them a stern talking to before whisking you away.

He would see you so happy because of what he did, so he would buy you more clothes which included lingerie that he loved to see on you. Fuck, he loved to dress you up and to see how much your belly has grown.

You would only go more and more irresistible that the urge to keep you home increased. Until he eventually decide that you weren't allowed to leave without his permission. You would be so annoyed with that. The hormones were making you so different. You would've accepted that without a doubt before pregnancy, but now, you were fighting back. It was so fucking hot.

He would love seeing the fight in your eyes. They would burn so brightly, until he had you all cuffed up against the bed with just a dildo fucking your pussy. You would fold so hard, begging for his cock, begging for forgiveness that you would do anything he wanted if you could have him. It was so amusing.

He would love to make you cry. Your tears just made him impossibly harder, because you would cry so beautifully. Like when you were on your knees just a week ago, not being able to stand as fast as you could because your balance had shifted. You were so helpless as you held your belly, asking for his help, so he would help you. Only if you sucked him while he recorded and degraded you for being a pregnant cumslut. Oh, how you would whine for more. You were fucking filthy. Just the way he liked it.

Sometimes you would get lonely, asking Quinn if you could call your parents or your friends. He would let you. He wasn't a monster. He would invite them over; let you talk and rant with them. You would look so happy and mellow after every time. As a reward, he would eat you out for hours until you passed out.

One thing that Quinn outright told you as a nonnegotiable was attending hockey games. You were not allowed to. No matter how you begged or acted out, he would shut you down. He didn't want you in big crowds without him by your side. It wasn't safe.

One time, when he saw a game ticket in your bag, he chained you to the bed. The chains could let you go to the restroom but nowhere else. He took the internet and the phone lines down. You were screaming and shouting at him until he had you sat on a fucking machine. That shut you up. And when he ordered you to watch from the TV and ordered you not to cum until he got home from the game, you cursed at him. But when he came home, you were so gone. He only sank his cock in your wet and extremely aroused pussy, and you were coming so hard that you passed out.

He still fucked you then. Like he always did.

Every time he fucked you, he would be planning for the future. The ring he was having customized for his proposal and your wedding bands were already made. The legal papers were also being processed after he had tricked you on signing the contract while he was pounding at your pussy with a thumb teasing your clit.

You were his.

You would still have the grandest wedding, if you'd like. You would still have everything you deserved.

But he would take you until he couldn't breathe because he could never get enough of you.

He would take your bratty demands. He would do everything for you, but he would not stop using your pussy just because you were pregnant.

He made this happen after being so patient with every step of the way.

Now, you were his wife.

His pregnant wife.

It's all over the place, i know....😭😭 so clumsy writing. Sorry. I would edit (or proofread) when I wake up... maybe a couple of hours after this gets posted... (trying out the queue thing, i'm scared)

Lovelies @dancerbailey3 @loser-pretty-girl @tiredallthetimex @quinnintheabyss @macka @hughesmybaby @hockeygirlyyyy @bpinkblink @siennaluvshcky @arty-anon @hodgepodge-musings @alexxavicry @alwaysclassyeagle @bellaione @svexhenthusiast @starrymari @hastielakeroad @thehuggybearslover @embrace-delusion

-> more thoughts? Dark List. -> Want to be notified? Join my taglist! -> Got a dark requests? Send an ask in this account! For other blurbs, you may come to my main! 💜💜💜💜

[rene-darling]

TAKING- advantage of the strongest

He's been having a hard time lately, he's lost Suguru, his one and only, of course- you on the other hand are overjoyed at that fact.

It's annoying, after all, you've done for him, he calls out his name instead of yours, it's time you taught him a permanent lesson on manners.

P.s I TOLD YOU ITS NEVER GOJOVERRR RAHHH- [credits- __3aem on insta]

Also, follow my insta r3xni3 n text me, let's talk, im bored!!

...gojo Satoru...

Seeing Gojo with his head in his hands sitting at the edge of the school stairs wasn't a new sight for you, in fact for the past week you've been seeing him sitting there.

Crying, sobbing, or simply sitting in misery. He's always thinking of that damned suguru. Honestly, it was hard to get him to show you any affection with suguru around, and now that he's gone it's gotten even harder!

It's not that you hate suguru, you just love gojo, and seeing your gojo in pain annoys you, but. It also makes for the perfect opportunity to shove yourself in his life, when he's most vulnerable and make him rely on you

"what up 'toru?" Sitting down next to him gently touching his shoulder, you can't be too forward now. "..mhm, it's nothing." Hmm, well you knew it wouldn't be that easy, of course he wouldn't open up to you just yet! So you'll just keep trying- "come on satoru, this isn't like you, you're the strongest-"

"Can you leave? I'm not in the mood y/n." Running his hands through his hair he groaned as he hid his face. You got up without a word, it's fine, if he pushes you away you have many more ways to push back harder.

The continuing weeks during classes you would always make small talk, distracting his mind from geto. Then you'd buy him sweets saying that there was some buy one get one free offer, which is why you had brought one over for him there wasn't

You occupied him on the missions he'd usually go to alone, keeping him from feeling lonely. No matter how hard they were and no matter how much strain they put your body through you'd reassure him, you're fine!

He'd notice how you'd push yourself for him, it made him- feel. Feel something other than the constant sorrow due to Geto's absence.

He started reciprocating your 'kindness'. he would let you rest your head on his lap after a stressful mission and sometimes..he'd rests his own head on yours.

Shoving yourself in his life to replace the sorrows he felt didn't only include platonic relations. Every once in a while, whenever the feelings of loss came back too harshly, all he wanted was to forget. Get lost in pleasure, in anything, just- just please make him forget.

His tears which usually stained his face due to sorrow, now stained his face due to mind-numbing pleasure, his body was yours for the destroying, just please, please make him forget. Even if just for tonight!

" 'toru, use your words now, tell me what you want, hm?" You moved your hand ever so slowly, it hurt. "Just- just please, touch me, ruin me, do whatever you want. I'm yours, yours all yours- Suguru please.

Hah- fuck. He's so lucky he's Gojo Satoru. your gojo Satoru. You can feel yourself growing numb as you let out an unhinged chuckle "Sure Satoru." You try pronouncing his name with that same softness, to replicate that tone of pure love and kindness geto had, but alas, you never truly get it right.

Still, it's close enough for him. as he whines, bucking into your hand. You have half the mind to leave him like this, writhing on the bed, but you never do. This isn't the first time, and certainly isn't the last. You're sure every single fucking time you've seen satoru he's called out his name,

But, as you gaze down at him and as he stares up at you with his pretty blue eyes which spill with tears by the second, you can't help it. Perhaps you pity him, or perhaps you simply don't care if he's using you as a means to an end, since in return, you get to be the one fucking him dumb. And not Suguru, 'cause he's dead. But that's beside the point.

Rocking his world as his vision blanks, eyes rolling back as sweat covers him. You don't mind the pain of when he bites into your shoulder, you don't mind the fact that Suguru's name slips out of him more than your (can be fake) cock

But, for some reason you just can't take it today. Something takes over you, you swear, as you grab harshly onto his neck, gasps leave his throat as he huffs for air. "Wh- Ah pl- EAse- hah."

"say my name." "Wha- AHh-" pressing your hand down harder you're sure it'll leave marks. "Y/n. Fucking say it you dumb bitch." Tears fall down from his cheeks and onto your hand but it only seems to egg you on "Ah- mhm y-y/n please?" As you let go gits of his coughs fill the air as his pink chest rises up and down for air

Suddenly he gasps once more as you push against his prostate, you're far too pleased with him saying your name to let him rest, even to catch his breath.

His cries ring in your ear as his hands scratch onto your skin, leaving deep bloody marks in their wake he stares up at you with his tear stained eyes, mumbling only your name for the rest of the night.

You hope he's learned his lesson, and if not. You wouldn't mind teaching him another one.

[modmad]

ive definitely sent you a similar ask before so sorry if its redundant but i just. I need you so much to know how i adore your stories, especially tpoh. I started reading it in 8th grade (in the US thats like 13 years old) and now im 17 and about to start my final year of highschool. Im so happy to have had a piece of media with such good themes of hope and creativity and inventing ones self to get me through my good (but a little rocky) formative years.

Fun fact: if i remember correctly, Julienne and Melody are the first wlw couple i ever saw in any sort of media. Seeing them really helped me come to terms with the idea of liking women, but your depiction of women as a whole throughout the comic helped me learn that Girls Are Cool and I like being one. your weird and unique characters also made me feel better about being neurodivergent and just a little. different and kinda ostracized from my peers. I really like your little freaks and i relate to almost every one of them in some way.

anyways im just rambling lol thanks for being cool and know that your work has a huge impact on someone.

(another fun fact: i did not notice that Hero was british until several chapters in, so all of the characters talk with an american accent in my head. sorry not sorry rahhh 🦅🦅🦅🏈🏈🏈🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸)

HELL YEAAHHH also that's very funny to me. everyone american now

[dark-l-angel]

RAHHH OKAY if you're still taking requests Maybe a damian x reader where they were dating, and the reader grew up in a family that always struggles financially, and is always telling damian that he spends too much money on her because she couldn't realize that some people don't have to worry about every dollar? Some fluff pretty please :)

Honey, money is not a problem with the wayne family.. sorry about the cringy title btw.. I'm getting out of ideas 😅

Crossing Paths of Wealth and Worth

Damian wayne x reader

The Gotham night wrapped around Damian Wayne and (Y/N) as they walked through the city, their footsteps echoing against the backdrop of towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. Despite the vibrant lights and the city's relentless pulse, an unspoken tension lingered between them—a tension born of contrasting worlds and unspoken anxieties.

Damian's posture was rigid, his expression guarded as he led (Y/N) through the labyrinthine alleys he knew so well. Beside him, (Y/N) walked with a thoughtful demeanor, their gaze occasionally flitting towards the opulent displays and gleaming storefronts that lined their path.

The silence between them was heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and unacknowledged fears. Finally, (Y/N) broke the uneasy stillness, their voice soft yet laden with a weight that hung heavy in the night air.

"Damian," they began tentatively, their voice catching slightly, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

Stopping in his tracks, Damian turned to face (Y/N) with a mixture of concern and curiosity. His chest tightened imperceptibly as he waited for you to voice the thoughts that had been weighing on their mind.

"I appreciate everything you do for me," (Y/N) continued, their words measured yet tinged with a vulnerability that tore at Damian's carefully constructed walls. "But sometimes... I feel overwhelmed. You spend so much, and I can't help but think about how that money could be used elsewhere."

Damian's jaw tightened, a flicker of guilt crossing his features as he processed (Y/N)'s words. He had grown up in a world where money flowed effortlessly—a world of privilege and excess that stood in stark contrast to (Y/N)'s upbringing. He had always tried to bridge that gap with gestures of affection and lavish gifts, but now he realized the divide ran deeper than he had imagined.

"I've never known a life where money wasn't a constant worry," (Y/N) confessed quietly, their voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and longing. "It's hard for me to understand sometimes—how some people can live without counting every dollar, without feeling guilty for every indulgence."

A heavy silence settled between them, punctuated only by the distant hum of traffic and the faint echoes of Gotham's restless nightlife. Damian struggled to find the right words, torn between his desire to reassure (Y/N) and his own sense of responsibility.

"I don't want you to feel burdened by my wealth," Damian finally replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with an underlying determination. Stepping closer, he reached out to gently grasp (Y/N)'s hands in his own, their touch a silent reassurance of his sincerity. "I understand that my upbringing has been... privileged. But please know that I want to share this life with you—not as a source of guilt, but as a partner."

(Y/N) met Damian's gaze, their eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. They knew that Damian's wealth was not just a matter of convenience—it was a privilege that came with responsibilities and expectations. For (Y/N), money had always been a measure of security and opportunity, a resource to be managed carefully and with reverence.

"I know," (Y/N) whispered softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Leaning into Damian's embrace, they found solace in the warmth of his presence and the silent promise of understanding that bridged the gap between their worlds.

As they stood together amidst the city's ever-changing skyline, Damian and (Y/N) knew that their relationship would require patience and understanding. They would learn from each other—Damian about the value of empathy and (Y/N) about the privilege of financial security. Together, they would navigate the complexities of love and partnership, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of wealth and upbringing.

In the heart of Gotham's relentless night, Damian Wayne and (Y/N) found strength in their differences and comfort in their shared commitment to bridging the divide—one step, one conversation at a time.

☆ i hope you like it ☆

[lewisvinga]

yes to heaven | george russell x fem! reader

summary; 3 important times during y/n’s and george’s relationship where she says yes to heaven

warnings; cursing i think

word count; 2k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; rahhh

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

2016

“Y/n!” A familiar British accent calls out. Y/n turns around and is met with a familiar set of blue eyes and long lashes. She lets out a soft gasp at the sight of him.

“George! You’re back!” She exclaimed, wrapping her arms tightly around him. It had been weeks since she had seen her best friend and she had no idea he was coming a week earlier than expected.

“Came to surprise you.” He said with a smile. He had been gone for weeks due to racing, and he thought about her every day. She was on his mind every week, every day, every hour. He was as in love with her as any other teen boy, he was completely infatuated.

How she smiled at him and immediately started to ramble about her week caused him to gain a bit of courage. “Y/n, actually,” he interrupted her.

Y/n pauses mid-sentence, her complete and utter attention on George and his crystal blue eyes that she slowly fell in love with. The Brit cleared his throat out of nervousness before finally blurting out, “Will you go on a date with me?”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed up as her lips parted in shock. The Brit in front of her quickly started panicking and took a step back. “Forget I-“

“Yes.”

“Wait, what-“

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you, Georgie.” Y/n softly says with a smile on her lips. “Been waiting forever for you to say that.” She added, letting out a quiet giggle.

His anxiousness and nervousness immediately washed away and he felt a sense of relief. “Thank God. I’ll let you know the details, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

2022

“Mate, you look like you’re going to shit yourself,” Alex says in between snickers at the look George wore on his face as they entered a jewelry store. “Relax a bit, yeah? I’m sure the ring is perfect.”

The Mercedes driver had gotten a custom-made ring to propose to his girlfriend of 6 years. He had placed the order months ago, thinking it’d be ready by at least a month before the proposal. Unfortunately, there was a delay which meant that he was going to the jewelry store the day before the proposal.

He was nervous, scared even that the ring would look horrible. Alex had to hold back on joking even more when George asked him to accompany him to see the ring.

“I’m proposing to her tomorrow.” The Mercedes driver took a deep breath, looking around for the sales associate he talked to over the phone, “What if the ring looks horrible? Or what if she doesn’t like it? What if it doesn’t fit her? What if-“

“George!” Alex loudly exclaims, ignoring the stares of other customers. “You’ll be fine. Besides, Lils and I are helping, remember? We’re gonna get it all set up and all you’re gonna need to do is get down on one knee and ask. Besides, I’m sure the ring is perfect.”

His words only calmed George down so much as he made his way to the sales associate. He zoned out as he waited for the sales associate to bring out the ring. Moments later, a black box was shown to him.

George let out a large sigh of relief as the box was slowly opened. Inside rested the ring he had been waiting months for. The diamond resting in the center was as big as the wide eyes Alex had as he stared at it. On the band right under the diamond, there was a bow shape lined with smaller diamonds.

It was perfect and George finally felt a bit of relaxation. However, the feeling of relaxation went away minutes after walking out of the store at the realization he was going to propose to Y/n.

Alex was right, he and Lily made sure the setup was perfect. For a private proposal, the couple decided to decorate the backyard of George’s and Y/n’s home. White roses and pink peonies led a path through the house and towards the backyard. A light-up sign saying ‘Marry me’ stood in the backyard surrounded by more white roses and pink peonies.

A few other drivers and their girlfriends along with Alex and Lily were waiting at George’s and Y/n’s home, waiting for the couple to come back from dinner. They made sure to hide just enough so Y/n couldn’t see them but they could still get all the good angles to record.

“George? What’s this?” Y/n loudly asks, signaling the others that the couple has arrived. She furrowed up her eyebrows at the sight of roses on the wooden floors.

“Why don’t we follow it?” George says with a smile to cover up the shakiness of his voice. She slowly nods and hooks her arm with his, still confused about why there were flowers.

She still hadn’t put two and two together as he led her through the living room and towards the door leading to the backyard. She saw a faint light through the blind and glanced up at her boyfriend.

A loud gasp escaped from Y/n’s lips once he opened the door and she saw the light-up sign. “Yes!” She shouts while jumping and turning to George who lets out a loud laugh. “Oh my, George! Yes!” She continued to shout from excitement as he led her down the path and stopped right in front of the sign.

“You didn’t even let me give you my speech.” He joked, grasping her hand.

“Shit! Pretend I haven’t said anything yet.” She quickly replied as she ignored the way her eyes filled up with tears. She quickly smooths down the red dress she wore as she tightly grabs onto his hand.He couldn’t help but smile as he reached into his back pocket to pull out the black velvet box.

“Y/n,” George breathed out with a smile so wide his cheeks began to hurt. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you at the playground when we were just 12. You’ve been by my side ever since. You’ve seen me at my best and you’ve seen me at my worst. I can’t be apart from you ever. If you dance, i’ll dance. If you fight, i’ll fight No matter what, I’ll stay with you. I honestly can’t imagine someone else I’d rather spend my life with. You are truly everything to me.”

“So, Y/n L/n,” He continued. He slowly gets down on one knee and she finally lets the tears stream down her face at the sudden realization of what’s happening. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes.” Y/n exclaimed with a shaky voice. With one hand, she wiped away the flood of tears trailing down her cheeks as George slipped the ring onto her ring finger, trying to blink away his own tears.

He stood up and was quick to grab her by her waist to pull her close. He lets out a laugh of relief as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. She closes the small gap between their lips and finally kisses him, ignoring how some of the other drivers and their girlfriends randomly appeared and started cheering.

Y/n couldn’t help but also laugh as she finally pulled away, resting her forehead against George’s forehead. “I love you so much, George Russell.” She whispered.

He places a kiss on her forehead before whispering back, “And I love you, Y/n L/n.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

2024

“Y/n!” Francisca exclaims, slowly opening the door to the bridal room. “Are you ready? Mentally and physically? Because we’re gonna have to walk down the aisle soon.”

“What if I trip and fall? The train is very long.” Y/n began to panic, gesturing to the long lace train of her white gown.

It was her special day and everything was perfect. Her dress and the diamonds adorning her neck and wrists were something out of a dream. Her hair was curled to perfection and not a single strand was out of place. Her makeup was perfect and timeless. She knew the decorations and the venue were magnificent.

Everything was perfect but she was still overthinking.

The Portuguese model lets out a breathy chuckle as she walks over to the nervous bride. “You’re not going to fall, I promise. Besides, we all know George would do something 10 times more embarrassing.” She says, rubbing her shoulder in a comforting way.

“That’s true.” The bride mumbles, glancing at herself through the mirror.

The door to the bridal room opened again; this time, Lily was peeking inside. “The most beautiful bride, it’s time!” She exclaims with a smile.

Y/n takes a deep breath while smiling at herself through the mirror. “I got this. I got this.” She mumbled to herself as she stood up. Kika and Lily led her out of the room and by the end of the aisle.

The two girls quickly got into place since as bridesmaids, they also had to walk down the aisle before Y/n. She stood off by the side so no guests could see her through the wide open doors as the bridesmaids walked down the aisle.

When it was time for her, she glanced up and saw her father waiting for her. The doors were closed before they stood right in front. They share a smile as she hooks her arm with his.

“You know,” Her father spoke up, making her glance up at him, “I always knew you and George would get married. Ever since you two became friends. And now, you actually are.” He leans down, pressing a kiss on the top of his daughter's head.

“I can’t believe it to be honest.” She nervously laughs, taking a deep breath as the wedding coordinator signals to her that they’re seconds away from opening the door.

“You better believe it because he’s waiting for you at the end of the aisle.” Her father whispers right as the doors open.

A soft melodic song began to play as the two made their way down the aisle. George’s mouth hung open the moment he saw his future wife. For a second he thought he was in heaven and was seeing an angel.

Immediately, he began to get emotional as he watched her slowly make her way to him. His eyes filled with tears which he couldn’t hold back.

At the sight of her soon-to-be spouse crying, Y/n couldn’t help but feel emotional as well as she stood in front of him. She gave her father a kiss on the cheek before he left to take his seat.

She turns to George who is wiping away his tears while laughing. “You look magnificent, Y/n. Thought I was in heaven!” He quietly exclaims causing her to let out a laugh.

“And you look handsome as always.” She quickly whispered back, holding back the urge to kiss him as the ceremony began.

Before either knew it, it was time to exchange the rings. The officiant first turned to George. “Do you, George Russell, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to comfort her, to honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He replied with a smile, keeping his eyes on her as he slipped the diamond band onto her ring finger.

The officiant turned to Y/n, repeating the same words, “Do you, Y/n L/n, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to comfort him, to honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes.” She quickly replied. “I do.” Her smile matched his as she slipped his ring onto his finger.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!”

George didn’t hesitate to grab Y/n by the waist and pull her close, tilting her back a bit. She wrapped her arms around him as she finally locked their lips together, kissing for the first time as a married couple. Cheers erupted around them from their closest family and friends.

They both pulled away with giddy smiles and laughter. “You’re all mine now, Y/n Russell. My wife.”

“I’m always going to say yes to heaven, yes to you, my husband.”

[reemieme]

SUCCESS STORY! (w photo proof)

story:

ive been in the LOASS community for around a month now, so ive been wanting a vinyl record player for like a few months and last week i was looking through amazon like “oh these are so expensive..” and then i was like im literally a master manifestor why dont i manifest it??? like i completely forgot ab the law 😭😭

anyway so that week i was just affirming to myself a few times a day like “oh yea i have a vinyl record player now!!”, i did SATS bc its fun, i talked to myself pretending i was talking to my friends bragging about my vinyl player, i searched online for new vinyl records to buy to play, and just STAYED IN THE STATE of having my record player. i didnt affirm 10k times, just everytime i thought of it to REMIND MYSELF i have it.

i ABSOLUTELY DID NOT waver. i did NOT get nervous about not seeing it in the 3d, bc i reminded myself i already have it so its fine. the law NEVER fails. so theres no room for failure. i lived in my imagination ion playing songs on my vinyl record player, (bc i LOVE visualization, if you love affirming then affirm for it instead!!) everytime i was like “i cant wait for my vinyl player” or “is it gonna be here?” or “hows it gonna come?” ECT i IMMEDIATELY flipped those thoughts with WHAT? i already have my record player wdym

tldr, i convinced my subconscious that i HAVE a vinyl record player, and since i lived in the 4d (imagination) where i have it, it reflected in the 3d bc thats the LAW. anyway, i wake up and theres a package at the door addressed to my name and i was so confused bc i dont order things. my parents had no idea where it was from and when i opened it, IT WAS A RECORD PLAYER RAHHH!!!

i literally SCREAMED yall i was like NO WAY. but i was also rlly confused so i looked at the address it came from and it was my aunt who lives a state away. (but we r REALLY CLOSE) so i called her and she was like “surprise!!! i know you love music so i decided to buy one for you because it was on sale.” and i was like OH ,Y GOD!! keep in mind she had NO CLUE i wanted a record player bc it never came up, and she NEEVR buys me gifts unless its my birthday or smthn which is in like 2 months. CIRCUMSTANCES DONT MATTER!

anyway here it is!!

i put a piece of paper w my @ next to it bc alot of bloggers r being called out for lying, and i dont want people to lose trust.

(the second pic is on my floor, first on my bed.)

if u guys have any questions feel free 2 ask!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO @coquetteprincesss @nakedbibi333 @fleurlx @miracledarling @aphrodieties @blushydior @cinefairy @gorgeouslypink @heliosoll @hhtpsjup1ter @oonasempire @piercedblunt @remcycl333 @voidprincessblog YOU GUYS ALWAYS HELP ME SO MUCH!!! i love all ur blogs tysm for ur help w the law ❤️

[archangeldyke-all]

idk if ur already taking requests again, but heres a little thought that cant escape my mind..

okay so imagine established relationship / married sevika x reader. and they try to have hot heavy anrgy sex like 'the old times', but sevika keeps breaking character and just being a sweetheart 🤭🤭

this is soooooo cute omg RAHHH

men and minors dni

it starts one night when you're both a little tipsy and goofing off together on the couch.

"top five favorite times we've had sex?" sevika asks. you giggle.

"babe... five is not enough." you say. sevika laughs.

"c'mon! at least try. i'll start the list. number one: our first time." she says. you smile and kiss her cheek.

"corny." you say. sevika scoffs and flicks your forehead. "hmm... remember when we went skinny dipping?" you ask. sevika grins.

"oh fuck, yeah, that was a good one." she says. "remember when we got in our first big fight?" she asks. you chuckle. "fucked the argument right outta you." she says, waggling her eyebrow. you giggle.

"shit, we haven't fucked like that in years." you say.

"do you miss it?" she asks. you giggle.

"fighting with you? fuck, no." you say. sevika snorts.

"i mean fucking like that."

"like we hate each other?" you ask. sevika nods and you shrug. "i dunno... it was pretty hot." you say.

so, after that conversation, you and sevika keep trying to have angry sex.

but it just doesn't work anymore.

sevika forgets to do the dishes one night (after you'd reminded her four times) and in the middle of your little rant to her, sevika spins you around into her arms and shoves her hand down your pants.

"f-fuck, sev." you whimper in her hold. she chuckles.

"always runnin' that mouth. 'm sure we can find somethin' better do to with it." she grunts as she shoves you to your knees. you fall with a gasp, and then claw at her pants, desperate to get her cunt in your face.

for a few minutes, it feels like old times, at the very beginnings of your relationship when you guys were still struggling to communicate and you'd take your frustrations out through sex.

but then sevika pauses her grinding and smiles down at you.

"you've got such pretty eyes." she whispers. you melt, nuzzling against the hand she's cupping your cheek with.

"says you." you whisper back up. she smiles.

"i'll do the dishes. 'm sorry." she says, helping you off the ground and leading you to the bedroom. you giggle.

"where're we goin'?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"wanna fuck you properly." she says. you smile.

"so much for angry sex, huh?" you ask. sevika chuckles and shrugs.

"we can try again some other time." she says.

the next time you guys try, you're bickering about groceries.

"you can't keep buying this shit!" sevika says as she shakes the box of lucky charms in your face. you pout.

"it's my favorite." you say. sevika groans.

"but you never eat it! it just sits in the cupboard and gets stale!"

"but what if one day i'm in the mood for cereal and it's not here?" you ask. sevika huffs and runs a hand through her hair, frustrated. you smirk, an idea sparking in your mind.

slowly, you trail your fingers down sevika's body, starting between her collarbones, between her breasts, down her taut abs, until you're fiddling with her button. sevika blinks at you. "what are you doing?" she asks. you shrug.

"you're hot when you're angry." you say. this is the wrong thing to say, because sevika's scowl immediately melts into a lovestruck, reverent expression. you scoff. "quit lookin' at me like that, you're supposed to be upset!" you scold, even as you begin peppering kisses across sevika's smiling face. she shrugs bashfully.

"you just... make me soft." she says. you sigh against her.

"yeah... you too."

you guys try one more time before eventually giving into the fact that you're just too close to sustain an argument for longer than twenty minutes now.

sevika's got you face down, ass up, as she slams into you from behind, her grip on your ass harsh, her words even harsher.

"you knew i had a presentation today. and what did you do?" she asks. you whine into the pillow beneath you.

"i-i-i just wanted t' give you somethin' to look forward to gettin' home to." you whine. sevika smacks your ass.

"so you sent me a video of you fingering yourself!?" she asks incredulously. "two minutes before my meeting!?" she adds on.

you giggle into the sheets beneath you.

she's trying her best to be angry, but you can hear the underlying tone of affection in her words. and you know sevika. sevika's never mad about nudes. if anything, her presentation went even better because of your friendly reminder.

sevika pauses her thrusts at the sound of your giggle, pulling out before flipping you onto your back. she glares down at you.

"what're you laughing at?" she asks. you smile.

"you. i love you." you say between giggles. sevika's glare melts, and she leans down to capture your lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

"i love you too." she whispers. "i don't think we can do angry sex anymore." she says. you giggle.

"no, i don't think so either. good thing we've still got loving sex. and sleepy sex. and bored sex. and hungry sex. and--"

sevika cuts you off with another kiss, laughing against your lips.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666

[deliicats]

BELOW ARE THE BOYS OPINION ABOUT HER AND MORE CLEAR VERSION OF AMERY OPINIONS ABOUT THEM!

BILL:

JERRY:

PETE:

JOSH:

NOW THE GUYS TURNS!

BILL:

“I just don't understand what she sees in Pete. Like, how did he of all guys manage to hook up with her? Anyway, she's literally every guy's wet dream—well, almost, if only she didn't talk so much and didn't dress like she traveled from the '80s through a time machine. But whatever. Her body's flawless, she's willing to please, and she even listens. If she wasn’t wasting her time with that deadbeat, she’d be with someone like me—someone who knows how to handle a girl like that.”

JERRY:

"She's cool—like, really. Her writing is tight, and her art? Really great too. I've hung out with her a few times, and to be honest, she surprised me. She's really nice in person—much more down-to-earth than I was anticipating. Just good energy all the way around."

PETE:

"Her? Man, she's hell hot. But God, she can be so damn annoying. I only hung in there 'cause she's got that goth thing going on—and she looks just too much like one of my favorite camgirls. It's crazy. And she fits with my freak, so it's good… at least for now."

JOSH:

“She’s so nice! And her writing is amazing too! She recently showed me this ’80s New Wave band—Oingo Boingo, I think? It’s such a silly band, but I honestly love it! What I really adore about her is that she never judges me or makes fun of the things I’m into—she just gets it!”

RAHHH THATS IT! SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD SINCE ITS MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS😭🙏🏽(Bill looks like my crush help??)

AU CREATOR: @dyellogin

.

.

.

.

[maneskinwh0re]

Hi, what does butch wolverine think about lingerie on a partner and how willing would she be to trying it on. I would worship that woman like a goddess like put me on a leash and sedate me cuz I aint normal about that all

HI HI sorry this took so long i screamed when i read this request. EEEEEE here are some crumbs for fellow butch!logan simps 🤲

mdni // nsfw no smut :c (this time…)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

‧₊˚ 🍂 butch!logan LOVES lingerie on her partner. she is utterly shocked at first—coming home after a tiring mission to see you on your shared bed, reading a book and sitting in black laced see-through fabric. you casually look up to welcome her home, that warm smile already driving her crazy—because she knows that smile of yours is because she’s returned to you. and you only.

‧₊˚ 🍂 doesn’t matter what your preference is. could be wearing a light-weighted, flowy dress or a tight-fitting harnessed set. either way, she’s a stuttering mess until the look on her face darkens, showing just how badly she wants to devour all of you.

‧₊˚ 🍂 “did… did y’ do this for me, beautiful?”

��₊˚ 🍂 she does everything she can to not rid your body of the material too fast—trying not to rip it apart or immediately tear it off because she knows you want her to enjoy what you decorated yourself with. you did it for her after all, but she just can’t help it.

‧₊˚ 🍂 “god, you look so gorgeous. love it when you surprise me like this,” she whispers in between kisses as she peels the lingerie off your body with all the self control she has left.

˚‧｡⋆♡⋆｡‧˚ now as for her willingness to wear lingerie…

‧₊˚ 🍂 she’s opposed to it at first, her mind immediately going to the “girliest” types of dresses and bows that are typically out of her comfort zone. but once you convince her (just use your ‘please’ face), she’s open to looking at options.

‧₊˚ 🍂 eventually, you find a black harnessed set that fits her muscular build and shows off all her features, both feminine and masculine. also logan mayyyy or may not have a thing for collars… the animalistic side of her can’t help it. only recently you found out she’s secretly liked the idea of you being in charge, ordering her around like a dog and praising her on how good of a girl she is.

‧₊˚ 🍂 you command her to her knees, getting a great overhead view of her tits. she listens almost too well at every instruction, her deep voice replying with either a stifled whimper or a “yes, ma’am.” you admire the way she patiently waits for your care and attention at the end of the thin black leash you picked out for her.

‧₊˚ 🍂 there’s no rule that says whoever wears the lingerie has to be submissive, but that’s usually how it plays out between you two. logan is so often dominant 24/7 because that’s just her personality… or at least until your set has some matching whips and trinkets to use on her. then it doesn’t take very much effort to get her to obey every filthy word that leaves your mouth.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

hope you enjoyed, my lovelies!! bc this is all i got for now rahhh 🧡

life has been so crazy recently but i promise i have so much more in the works!! stay tuned the next few weeks and keep them requests coming 😛😼💦

- 🐝

[agustdiv1ne]

omg hard hours open?? 🤩

idk if you’re into this but I can’t stop thinking about yj’s kitty!gf in a really painful heat and crying for her bf 24/7 :’(

anon, i am so into that. u don't understand what this ask just did to me.

boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!cat hybrid!reader

warnings: reader goes into heat, switch!yeonjun, sub!reader, doggy position, tail pulling, cowgirl position, unprotected sex (oh noooo)

boyfriend!yeonjun who just loves you so much, his cute kitty gf, always so aloof and independent...until your heat hits, needy mewls coming from your shared bedroom when he opens the door after work...what could you be doing in there? guess he better go find out, his shoes slipped off and tie loosely hanging around his neck as he goes to investigate

boyfriend!yeonjun who finds you fingering yourself on all fours, the squelches of your pussy as loud as can be and the bed a soiled mess of your slick. with tears streaming down your face, your chest bounces as you sob. you feel like you're on fire, your pussy in so much pain just waiting for a cock to fill it, so when you find him standing frozen at the doorway, you start begging for him to come fuck you, to take the pain away — "please, jjunie, please come fuck me. hurts s'bad, need your cock," you slur out, back arching for him so prettily, how could he say no? he'd be cruel to not help you through your heat

boyfriend!yeonjun who slides in without prep, your hole so ready to take him to the hilt, his hips soon hitting your ass. he can barely hold himself back with how loud your moans are, sharp nails tearing up the sheets as he fucks his cock into you deeper and deeper. but you can take it, you take it so well like such a obedient little kitty

boyfriend!yeonjun who sends you careening over the edge when he tugs at the base of your tail, your moans morphing into screams as your legs give out, your first true orgasm ripping straight through you — but you don't stop begging until he cums inside, then you ask for more, and more, and more...

boyfriend!yeonjun who fucks you until he's exhausted and shooting blanks, collapsing next you because he has nothing left in him to give, mind hazy from all the overwhelming pleasure...but you're not satisfied yet, no. you need more, you can't even take it, so you straddle his hips, sit down on him, and start moving. your nails dig into his chest, leaving scratches all over him. yeonjun chokes on air while you continue to use his twitching cock, getting lost in the ache that spreads across his groin due to the overstimulation, whines spilling from both of your lips until you cum twice more. "baby, baby, i can't," he sobs, tears beginning to pour down his cheeks. you're just as gone as him, so his pleas go in one ear and out the other. "baby, c-can't cum anymore, slow down, slow downnn!"

boyfriend!yeonjun who blacks out right as you do, only to be waken up four hours later to you pawing at his dick again. he sighs when you begin to jerk him off, crying for him again because "the pain is back, junnie, help." so he eats you out, fingers you, but you need his cock. you need to be filled, so he swallows his pride and fucks you through the rest of your heat, needing a nearly day long slumber to catch up after it's all said and done RAHHH