#and it’s impossible to be mad at them for that bc it makes too much sense to do it. I’d do it if I got along better with my parents

[claitea]

i know i shouldnt dwell on stupid opinions like this but a while ago i saw someone complain that Applin was a boring concept bc its just a worm in an apple and i was FLOORED. this iirc was in response to smth about gen 1 designs being boring as well

its not just a worm its a Wyrm its a pun. that is a concept. maybe you don't like it personally but to say its objectively bad is certainly Something. not every pokemon has to be based on a myth or something else fantastical to be a good concept. you Need "boring" pokemon for the dex to feel complete, if Everything is Cool then nothing is actually cool

"gamefreak is running out of ideas" yeah there's a billion fish pokemon but they're all actually very different to each other, lanturn is an anglerfish and lumineon is a butterfly fish. say what you will abt gamefreak rn its probably warranted but imo the one thing they still do right 100% of the time is unique concepts for each pokemon. the execution can be debated but the fundamentals are always there

[seaofreverie]

Wait so this means we're going to have the most Sparks-filled Sparkstember there's ever been, right???

[daz4i]

love my social worker he's so sweet and i love my mentor/guide/one day i'll find a fitting english word for what her role is too. last time i met the former he said they talked abt the thing i'm starting this thursday and said "while it feels like these circumstances may be impossible for you, logically speaking you shouldn't succeed there, yet both of us are certain you will" which is very nice but also AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[the-bluestreak-cat]

My extremely personal red flag is if you’ve never lived independently.

Do not open tags it’s just a personal vent and I hit the tag limit (30) and that’s never happened to me before ajskdlf

[keferon]

Ooo Prowl deciding to snoop or bug the mecha scientists about how various ones work so that he can better figure out how to keep pilots from getting killed in the field, and Tarantulas being one of the only to actually show him the work plus talk possibilities once the mad scientist realizes that Prowl’s actually listening and genuinely paying attention.

Cue an increasing back and forth of Prowl coming by with new ideas for ways mecha abilities could be advanced for safety or protection, with Tarantulas consistently being the only one to figure out how to do the impossible work needed with their Earth materials (and scavenged Quintesson materials?).

Which then gets pushed even farther as Prowl gets more and more desperate with every death and puts himself front and center for Tarantulas to use as a test subject for their new ideas. Tarantulas’ questionable morals not seeing any problems with potentially dangerous or unstable upgrades bc the science is simply fascinating + Prowl really wants to do this clearly so who is he to refuse. Like Tarantulas is gonna make sure Prowl doesn’t die from such things, he likes having him around too much, but if the side effects are within a certain (dubiously safe) threshold then he’s not gonna exactly mitigate them all that much. (Upgrades for other mecha & pilots might be. A bit less safe comparatively. Tarantulas has a soft spot for Prowl and Prowl alone of course)

Eventually Tarantulas is bringing even more wild and dangerous ideas to the table, and bc of years of results and… companionship, one could say, between the two, Prowl is almost completely trusting with whatever Tarantulas brings to the table after only a quick (and maybe not entirely honest sometimes) rundown.

Which obviously has lead to an increasingly questionable state of Prowl’s general health. Not that Prowl would care as long as he’s able to pilot his mecha and do his job.

As well as increased isolation from many others somewhat encouraged by Tarantulas as Prowl focuses only on his pilot work and being around Tarantulas for brainstorming sessions or upgrades. Withdrawing from many around the base as a defensive measure so he doesn’t get overwhelmed if something goes horribly wrong out in the field- grief could get in the way of directing or helping others to safer situations after all. And this being the way things are for a long while.

Until a certain visored bot crashes into the tactician’s life.

OH MAN IMAGINE

Jazz doesn't want everyone to know that he is secretly tiny because he is shady and sneaky like that. But also his armor is too big to fit in corridors so he can't really follow Prowl everywhere. Including the labs~

So one day he decides that "fuck it I wanna know more" and hacks into security system to look though cameras footages right. And he finds the ones that placed in the labs and discovers the fucking HORROR that regularly happens there.

Bonus points if he doesn't realize that the reason Prowl does all this is kind of. him. Jazz.

He looks at Tarantulas and thinks there must be some kind of shady scheme involved. He thinks that Tarantulas is somehow forcing Prowl to go through this shit.

While the real reason is just. Prowl lost his previous partners. He doesn't want to lose the new one. He is afraid he wouldn't be good enough to keep Jazz alive and Tarantulas is very conveniently here reaching his hand and promising that "You can be better at protecting him and keeping him alive. Sure thing you can save him you just need to let me do a couple of tweaks and upgrades~"

[jambie-me]

I need my boy to eat pussy like a drunk man and then wet his cock. So needy. I read your alphabet and I need more. It was very good. 😌

Unwinding- LA! Snotlout x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Oral (reader receiving), reader is has AFAB parts but is GN, pnv, praise kink, hair pulling, grinding, Snotlout is so pathetic I need him

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE HIM MUNCHING. He’s a muncher I fear. I promise I will edit this tmrw and italicize what needs to be italicized but right now I just want to go to sleep I fear. I’m sorry this took so long to get out, life has been busy the last few days and I haven’t had as much time to write as I wish, but I’m gonna try and crank out one more work tmrw bc I’m gonna be doing a lot of moving stuff the rest of the week and weekend. PLEASE DONT STOP W REQUESTS!!! Requests make me so happy and I promise to get to them all, I just decided to join tumblr at a very busy point in my life which is my bad. Anyways, thank you again for this request, I hope you all enjoy <3

You had to admit, you didn’t quite realize the monster you would unleash when you taught Snotlout how to eat you out. Least of all, did you expect it to be his favorite way to unwind after a long day. Hel, you thought he was joking when he brought it up earlier. He was tired, stressed, and upon you asking him what you could do to help him, he’d replied, “Can I eat you out?”

You had laughed. But who were you to turn that down, if he was offering?

But you had to believe it, because now, here you were, with Snotlout’s face buried between your thighs, lapping at you like a mad man. His hands were on either of your thighs, blunt nails digging into your soft skin as he desperately traced his tongue over your folds. Your hand tightens in his hair as he sucks at your clit, his tongue flicking over it as you whine out.

“Snotlout-fuck-“ you look down at him, utterly overwhelmed after almost a half an hour of this to meet his gaze. Those adoring, pleading brisk eyes look back up at you, and stay on you intently as he continues to devour you. His tongue thrusts in and out of you and he moans at the taste, brow furrowing up. “Gods, you-hoh, my- Snotlout, fuck, you’re so pretty like this. So good, the damn best.” You praise mindlessly. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know it’s because he has a thing for being praised-you’ve proved that on multiple occasions after he denied it. But right now, your mind is too hazy with pleasure to make that connection.

You see his hips grind down against the mattress at the praise and he swallows thickly. He’s panting, gasping for air-you can feel the suction of his inhales and the heat of his exhales against your sensitive skin. You try to pull him away, but he responds only by shaking his head as he presses himself closer. He was so desperate, even more so than you. For what, you weren’t sure- Praise? Encouragement? Touch? But you were determined to give it to him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, babe-“ you whisper, stroking his hair and pushing it out of his eyes. He whimpers against you and sucks at your clit again, pressing his tongue against the bud as he kept looking at you through thick, dark lashes. “Mmh, just like that- fuck, good boy, keep doing that-“ he follows your command eagerly, pulling away only for a moment to wet his tongue before diving back in. He’s insatiable, still looking up at you with those doe like eyes, looking for your approval. “I’m close, baby-gods, so close-keep doing that, please, so fucking good-“

When he replaces his tongue on your clit with his thumb, drawing tight circles, your hand tightens impossibly further in his hair as you reach your peak. You thighs are quivering on either of his shoulders as you cry out. His tongue laps at your release feverishly, and even when you’re just trying to catch your breath, he’s still going. You mewl at the overstimulation, tugging him back pleadingly before he finally obliges, panting heavily himself.

“…thank you.” He whispers through deep breaths, wiping his mouth and swallowing thickly. He still has that doe eyed, reverent look in his eyes, not bothering to fix his hair like he revels in the mess you had made him.

You laugh breathlessly. “Thank YOU.” You grin at him and sit up a bit straighter. You glance down at his crotch to see him still hard-on nights like this, it was 50/50 on whether he would grind his hips and finish as he was eating you out or if he would find himself too focused on you to do so.

You smirk and open your legs a bit more. “You did so good, sweetheart. Perfect for me.” He whimpers again when you praise him, instinctively moving to kneel between your thighs. “I think you’ve more than earned this. To take care of yourself now.” You tug down his pants and underwear, shifting to find an easy position for him. “Besides, after all that…I think I’m plenty ready for you.” You cup his chin in your hand and draw him closer, pressing your lips to his as you position him in front of your entrance. He practically shouts at the feeling of you on his oversensitive tip, but quickly overcomes it as he presses inside you.

He pulls away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, high pitched gasps and heavy sighs leaving him. “Please, oh-gods, please, I-I’m not gonna last-oh gods-“

“That’s okay.” You assure him gently, still cradling his face in your hands. “This is about you, not me.”

He whimpers at that, his head falling to your shoulder. “Hhhng…can I move? Please, I need to move-“

“Take what you need.”

With that, it’s like you had flipped a switch on him. He wraps his arms around your torso and begins thrusting wildly, with no certain rhythm except for the pure desperation practically oozing from him. You cradle the back of his head against, biting your lip at the feeling.

“There you go, good boy-you’re so desperate for me, huh? You waited for s-so long, so patient…so, so good for me-“ you murmur against his temple. He’s beyond words now, just babbling out random pleas and moaning pathetically.

“Please-gonna come, gonna-hhh-“ He whispers against you. You tug his hair in response, eliciting a cry from him.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

He barely pulls out in time before he’s grinding against your clit as he comes, his spend spilling onto your stomach. He’s just whining, eyes screwed shut as he rides out his orgasm. “Thank you-thank you-“ he breathes before finally practically going boneless beside you. He hugs your arms against his chest, his exhales tickling your skin and you huff out a laugh.

“Feeling better now?” You mutter, resting a hand in his hair and scratching his scalp soothingly.

“Uh huh.” He mutters, his eyelids fluttering at your touch. “Thank you. Really.”

You roll your eyes but smile down at him fondly. “You don’t have to thank me, but…If it makes you feel better, then- no problem.” You hug him tighter, reaching to the bedside table and cleaning yourself off. “You need anything?”

“No.” He mumbles, already sounding half asleep. “Just stay w’me. Please.”

You move the two of you to lay down and he rests his head above your heart, like he often does. Something about being able to feel, hear the life in you was comforting to him.

“… I love you.” He adds, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. Your eyes soften and to pull him close enough to kiss the crown of his head.

“I love you too, Snotlout.” You whisper. “Now go to sleep.” With that, he drifts off to sleep in your arms, his heart beating against yours like a rhythm for just the two of you.

[blue-jisungs]

soft-hearted jealousy

#author's note ... i love wonwoo so fucking much did i ever guys tell u that. anywho this one is for zanzan bc i got inspired when we watched the kode ep <//3 and big big biiiig shout out to my beloved @l3visbby for proofreading <3 love u mother

#summary ... you're a little jealous of wonwoo n kerias frienship<//3

#word count ... 986

pssst the fic is referencing this cute vid:( wonwoo looked so good in it btw like what the actual fuck. also keria is my height and i fainted when i saw them hug bye

the door opened with a soft click and then all you could hear was soft patting of wonwoo’s footsteps against the wooden floor. 

sighing, you switched youtube to instagram and tried to act unbothered. but how could you? a reel of a new video featuring your fiancé popped out. a video you have just watched and it made you… a little jealous. 

“bedroom?” wonwoo called, trying to locate you. 

“yea” you hummed back, loudly enough for him to hear you. scrolling down, you noticed another reel. 

the love of your life with a cute, gamer boy. 

puffing your cheeks, you decided to exit instagram as well and check if you had any mails or texts. 

wonwoo entered the room, a small crease between his brows. 

“is everything alright, darling?” he asked, voice smooth as honey. which pissed you off even more. how dares he sound so attractive when you’re mad at him? 

“yes” you grunted a little too sulkily, drawing his attention. 

“oh really? because you didn’t run up to me once i entered the house” wonwoo teased and walked up to the bed, stretching his arms. you lost the battle with yourself and watched him, biting the inside of your cheek. how could one look so good in a plain white t-shirt and jeans? 

“yeah, im fine. how was your day?” you sighed and looked away once you saw he noticed your gaze. with a small smirk, he laid down next to you. the mattress dipped under his weight but that restored the balance – it somehow felt empty when he wasn’t there before. 

“it was good. me and mingyu did a live… i talked to my new friend… we might play a bit today” he answered, eyes tracing your face “oh, the video is out! did you see it?”

you hated how excited he was. and how much you liked it. keria is… 

“cute. i liked it” you mumbled and turned his back to him, fighting a smile. this is ridiculous. 

but it’s just not fair that wonwoo looked so handsome in that video and threw some flirty comments. he was so cocky in it too… 

“cute? yeah, keria is so adorable” wonwoo chuckled and you looked at him through your arm, shooting him a glare “what? what is it?” 

“nothing” you grunted. wonwoo’s lips broke into a grin, finally figuring you out. 

“something is clearly wrong. come on, talk to me” he purred, his hand sneaking its way under your t-shirt. 

“you looked good in the vid” grunting, you tried to surpass a smile. the warmth of his skin on yours sent shivers down your spine but your tried to remain calm. and not fold. 

“really? thank you, darling. keria said he liked my jacket” your fiancé hummed and leaned a bit closer, fingers tapping gently against your ribs. 

you couldn’t control the huff that left your lips. 

“we got along really well, i like his company. he’s so sweet” wonwoo continued to tease you and apparently that did the trick. 

“if he’s so sweet why don’t you date him, hm?” murmuring, you tried to hide your face in the pillow. wonwoo’s fingers ghosting over your skin in a circular motion made you melt, making it impossible not to crack.

“oh?” 

“forget it. go play your stupid games” you scoffed and wanted to move further away from him but wonwoo was quicker. he pulled you closer, calloused hands resting on your hips. 

“are you, perhaps… and i might be wrong here… jealous?” wonwoo’s cat-like adorned his features and you turned around, finally facing him. ebony eyes looking at you with amusement but also love, so much love, in them.

“yes, you’re wrong” you finally broke and cracked a smile, poking his buff chest. wonwoo tenderly grabbed your hand, placing it flat against his chest. his heartbeat softly drummed beneath your palm, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“come on, you know i would never…” he started and you shook your head. 

“it’s stupid and not that serious” you whined, covering your face with your other hand “it’s not the way you were… so flirty… and charming…”

“oh, pretty” wonwoo laughed wholeheartedly, the warm sound of his laughter bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. 

you leaned closer and hid your face in his chest, the smell of cologne filling your nostrils. his tender hands moved to the back of your neck, massaging it gently. 

“i made my angel jealous… by talking to my friend?” wonwoo sighed dramatically and you could hear the smile blooming on his lips. 

“it wasn’t just talking! you were so flirty…” your voice was a bit muffled by the material of his t-shirt “or i just… don’t know. you were really something that day, you know? so what if i’m a little jealous, i just don’t want to share you with the world… that much” 

wonwoo’s heart skipped a beat and he observed how you raised your head up. eyes meeting his, cheeks dusted with pink. you were so cute like that… cuter than keria. 

“can i make it up to you?” he hummed, hands trailing to cup your face. 

“a kiss. and no flirting with others, even if it’s a cute guy” you pouted and wonwoo leaned, capturing your soft lips in a sweet kiss. 

before you had a chance to deepen the kiss, he leaned away with a small frown. 

“but you do admit he’s cute, right?” your fiancé asked and you smacked his chest lightly.

“i wish we could adopt him” you laughed, and a grin formed on wonwoo’s face. 

“i’m afraid he’s a little too old for that…'' hiding his face in your hair, you decided to wrap your arms around his waist. 

“he’s 21… still a baby…” you huffed and shortly after, the sound of your laughs mixed in harmony. you guessed you might forgive him, it wasn’t really serious in the first place. 

masterlist <3

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[hearts4chriss]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐁𝐒𝐅! 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐛𝐬𝐟

prompt by this request: "chris getting jealous bc his bsf seems flirty with matt so he confesses his feelings and it ends with smuttttt”

contains: HELLA SMUTTT, Chris confessing his feelings, mad jealous Chris, dom!chris, suggestive, “flirting” w Matt??, Chris and yours first kiss, choking, spanking, degrading names (slut, whore yktv), MUCH dumification, use of pet names (mama, baby, sweetheart, good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl ), stomach bulge!, flashbacks of Chris fantasizing about you, overstimulation, cream pie, squirting, Chris having a massive cock obviously, missionary, slight m!oral, aftercare as always!! Heavy ( bath tg, praising, concerned!chris reassurance

a/n- this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so here it is

For years, since we were kids. I’ve always had a huge crush on my bestfriend.

I couldn’t get over her no matter how hard I tried and it grew more and more especially since she lives in LA now and we see her almost everyday.

It got worse. So bad. I needed her

I remember seeing her in an orange bikini complimenting her gorgeous features. The way the bottoms hugged her curves making her ass pop out was enough to make me finish in my pants.

She was gorgeous, I wanted to have her badly but it was Nearly impossible fo get her alone.

Especially with Matt around. It pissed me off when I’d see them laughing together or making tiktoks.

That’s my girl

I remember sitting in my room scrolling on instagram when I got the notification she posted on her story

Fuck she looked so good.

the way the grey shorts hugged her ass just how I liked, she looked so gorgeous too.

I, unintentionally started palming myself through my sweats.

I couldn’t help it she had such an affect on me.

I pulled my sweats down revealing my boxers with a wet spot where my tip was.

“Shit”. I groan pulling them down fully as my dick slapped against my stomach begging to be touched, wishing it was her hand and not mine.

I began to stroke myself with shaky hands imagining it was her lips wrapped around me and I throw my head back against the pillows as my mind wandered

She was irresistible, I had to have her.

We always had a flirty thing going on and I didn’t think it would get this far.

Until…

Today was on of those days where I was in the kitchen leaning on the counter drinking a Pepsi pretending to watch TV as I listen to her faint giggles as her and my fucking brother watched TV.

I felt my hand tighten around the can as I saw how close they were, knowing he didn’t like her but I didn’t care. I wanted her all too myself.

I sighed throwing my can out coming up with an idea to figure out a way to get her for me.

Matt and nick going to get food.

“hey Matt, wanna go get some food? Y/n likes this Chinese place it’s about an hour away, nick prob wants to go”. I say smiling with a cocky grin and he rolls his eyes.

“Okay fine I’ll be back in like 4 fucking hours nick let’s go!”. Matt tells and Nick comes downstairs.

“Y/n, you’re so lucky we love you”. Nick says sarcastically and they walk out the house but fuck something about the way Matt looked at her before he left just made me more pissed off.

“Chris?”. I stand up adjusting my shorts as the grey material rolled up my ass and my tank top hugged around my tits the watching Chris’s eyes wander.

“What the fuck are you trying to do to me”. Chris mutters into my ear, his hand wrapping around my neck and my breath hitches.

“W-what are you talking about?”. I shudder as his blue eyes pour into mine with an unhappy expression giving me a pity laugh.

“Flirting with my brother in front of me? Seriously?! Is it not obvious how much I want you?”. Chris confessed his nose touching mine making me gulp, my thighs closing together accidentally.

There was no doubt Chris was attractive but hell if I knew he liked me shit I’d probably let him fuck me or something.

“You? Want me?” I said slightly confused and utterly shocked and he takes a deep breath.

“you have no fucking idea how much I want you, and I have no problem showing him that your my girl”. Chris gave me a sly smile picking me up by my ass carrying me downstairs to his room.

“C-Chris wait-“. I was cut off by him kissing me and I melt into his touch. His hands grip my ass tighter making me gasp, his tongue massaging mine as I moan into the kiss.

“Strip”. He demands standing me up and I tilt my head. And he gives me those eyes and immediately comply beginning to peal of my clothes leaving me in a matching set of orange. Chris’s favourite colour.

“Fuck ma you look so pretty..all for me right?” He asks his hands playing with my bra strap making my panties dampen.

“Yes Chris- all for you”. I match his gaze and he smirked pushing me on the bed as I scooted back leaving him room to climb above me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you”. Chris leaves a soft kiss to my cheek practically ripping my panties off me and I squirm.

“Chris! I liked those!”. I whine and he rolls his eyes pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one movement and his thick, and painfully hard cock springs out hitting his stomach and my heart beat picks up

how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside me?

Chris took in my nervous expression and let out a soft laugh placing his hands on my thighs

“Spread ur legs for me”. He taps my legs and I spread them apart revealing my wet pussy, the arousal glistening on my inner thighs.

he runs a finger along my slit and I jolt slightly at the sudden sensation.

“shit- ur so wet, did i make you like this? Or was it my brother”. Chris asked tilting his head, his jawn clenched ans my breath hitched as he continued moving his finger.

“No answer? Guess I’ll fuck the answer out of you”. Chris pressed my legs against my chest before slamming his cock deep inside me, stretching me out painfully I almost couldn’t take it.

“f-fuck Chris! T-too much!”. I stutter trying to push his hand away but he quickly slaps it away, using my legs as leverage to begin pounding my inside me.

Chris didn’t give me time to adjust to his large size, tears already forming on my eyes from the pleasure.

“shit- your pussy feels so good, better than I’ve imagined”. He let out a deep groan watching how my pussy sucked him in, Chris’s hips driving into mine as I squint my eyes shut.

“Already becoming a mess on my cock? Should’ve kept matt here so he could see how much of slut you are for me”. Chris grips my neck angling his hips to thrust deeper and I squeal, my eyes meeting with his blues, an electric feeling shooting through me.

He wouldn’t let up his pace, his cock plunging into my tight hole as the pain turned to pleasure thankfully as my cunt morphed to fit his dick.

And Chris was fucking right, I was a slut for him and I has tried to hide it this whole time by being innocent and flirtatious with his brother but the second I was underneath him, I was begging for him to touch me

“Oh shitt- d-don’t stop- fuck”. I throw my head back on the soft pillows, moaning curses breathlessly, my tits bouncing with his quick and hard movements, bound to leave bruises between my thighs burning with sensation.

“mmph fuck- wasn’t planning on it pretty girl”. He moaned, completely infatuated with how I wrapped around him perfectly, like I was made for him. And shit- was he made for me.

She felt so good, almost as if her pussy and every thing about her was made for me.

I couldn’t get enough of her, the Moans and squeaks of my name leaving her swollen lips could’ve made me cum on the spot.

the way she could barley form a sentence as I fucked her, and I wasn’t even close to being done with her yet.

I was going to make sure she knew that she was mine, my fucking girl.

“Chris-you feel so good”. She moaned my name again, turning me on much more than it should’ve, the way her eyes barely opened, and how she’d bite her and stare at me grasping her breasts.

“yeah? you like when I fuck you dumb like this? Can’t even get a word out?”. I taunt, I gripped her neck tighter, her legs finding their way up on my shoulders crying out my name like it’s the only one she knew.

I couldn’t even answer, the things he were asking me required my full attention and shit- I was so far gone.

“I suggest you answer me ma because your about to to cum”. Chris presses his chest on mine, our noses touching as he breathed heavily into my mouth while I reciprocated the same action.

“mm-m I-fuck I-i love it”. I shudder on each word, praying he heard me because I really could not talk right now. I squeezed my eyes shut and he chuckled seeing how speechless he fucked.

“God I could listen to you like this all day”. Chris grunted into my ear as I felt the stomach coil I had began to burst unexpectedly from the overwhelming pleasure.

Chris made me squirt

“S-shit! I’m sorry I-“. I shook as the fluids made a mess over his lower stomach but gasping as he didn’t slow down.

“Never apologize that was hot as fuck- got one more in you?”. He pants resting his head on my shoulder quickening his pace and I whimper gripping his back.

“Oh god Chris- I-I can’t”. My nails run down his back making marks and he bites his bottom lip as I pulled him closer.

His hips pushing into mine, as my juices had coated his cock, leaking out of me creating a wet sensation of our sex.

“You can take it baby, being such a good girl, fuck just one more”. He let out a shaky moan throwing a my leg around his waist and I let out a loud moan at the angle Chris’s cock hit, brushing my g-spot.

“C-Chris ur so deep-“. I let out pornographic sounds and he gave me a deep kiss before pressing his hand where his dick was poking through.

his hand pressed down on the bulge in my stomach and I felt the tears run down my face from the overwhelming pleasure.

“that’s all me baby- fuck I love ur pussy so much-“. He stutters throwing his head as hair sticks to his forehead, the sight was more than appealing.

His slightly parted lips producing whimpers, curses and moans of my name. The way he squeezed my hips making sure I could feel every thick inch of him and the sweat coating over his body.

Her lips parted releasing pants and moans of my name and the occasional “fuck”, her hair now sweated out with hickeys along her neck and tits reminding her that she was mine now. The way her nails would grip my back drawing marks that showed how much she enjoyed it.

“Oh shit- ma- can I cum inside you? M��need you so bad-“. He moans into my neck and I shiver and chant yes’s.

Chris released his seed inside me triggering a second hard orgasm for me, creaming his dick as my body shook.

I turned my head to lay on the pillow before he could catch a glimpse of me, slowly sliding his cock out of me.

He took one look at me and his eyes immediately shifted to one of concern

“wait wait shit- did I hurt you?”. Chris started, seeing how my legs shook from the orgasm I just had.

“please talk to me”. He cupped my cheeks and I gave him a soft smile.

“I’m fine Chris that was- shit- the best sex I’ve ever had”. I let out a quiet sigh and a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled me into a bridal style hold.

“Well come on let’s get you cleaned up, I wanna spend time with my girl”. He giggled like a child and I rolled my eyes as he carried me into the bathroom running a warm bath for both of us

“No seriously tho your okay?”. He said softly rubbing my shoulders as we soaked in the warm tub.

“Chris the way you put that dick on me I’m more than ok”. I kissed his cheek and his cheeks flushed a bit as he leaned back against the tub whilst I’m in his arms.

She’s really my girl.

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[formiito]

i crave domestic chuuya doing simple things like running errands with his s/o or chores together. just daily life with him :(((

breathe (in the air) ; chuuya nakahara

synopsis : late night cooking with chuuya. aka chuuya's way of saying "stay with me" without saying anything at all. read on ao3

author's note: AAHSGEHGEJSHEJ i've been ignoring requests for so long because of medical exams but it's alright now bc exams are done yippie </3 this is short bc im working on like two soukoku aus and my fyodor fic at the same time but BEAR WITH ME i hope you like it ajdhejgedjhe

There is the smell of something that might be burning that you're not quite sure of yet. However, Chuuya seems to be looking at the oven as if it owed him money, hands on the top of it like that would somehow fix the dish. Once he opened the oven, he grimaced at the stiff mass of … something on the tray. He picked the solid, black mass of burnt food up, hitting the floor with it in frustration. It didn't break. Or chip. He wonders what the fuck happened in that oven to make this weird indestructible thing out of cookie batter. How do you even fuck up that bad? How does anyone fuck up that bad??

Soft footsteps resound in the hallway that leads to the kitchen, and he doesn't need to look back to know who it is. The rhythm of your steps memorized, the manner in which your hands instinctively go to wrap around his neck feels familiar, and he breathes an exhausted, content sigh.

"What are you doing up so late?"

Right. What was he trying to do again? Baking boxed cookie mix. Because neither of them had the energy to cook anything for dinner and had passed out the moment they fell on the bed, clumsily half-undressing each other before sleep pulled them over the line that separated reality and dreams. Still, he didn't think they'd wake up too. When he got out of the bed at that small hour, he made sure to be as discreet as possible. After all, you looked even more exhausted than him, and he'd hate to disturb you when you were worn to the bone. But draped over his back like this, he liked that too. He figured he just likes most everything you do.

"What's that?" Your eyes drift to the weird black thing on the floor.

"Cookies."

"…Cookies?"

"I mean. It's supposed to be. What the fuck went wrong…" Chuuya groaned, clearly irritated by his recent failures.

He might've cut a few corners here and there when it came to the recipe, but even then, it should be impossible to make what looks like a condensed mass of human misery out of cookie dough premix. He should've really just gone out to get something from the convenience store, but the thought of going outside in this kind of all too warm and sticky weather made him want to just give up and go back to bed.

The sound of you humming in thought breaks his train of thought that was steadily derailing into annoyance. Once you pulled away—to which he just sighed, irrationally wanting to chase the touch—he watched as you got up, looking in the cabinet for something easy to make. "We could cook something together, you know." That idea had crossed his head, and in truth he just did not want to bother, but it meant spending more time with you. So despite being still mad at his recent mishap, he nodded, looking into the cupboard as well. He let you pick what you wanted. Rice, dashi, wasabi and a few other things he watched you take out, over your shoulder—maybe you were trying to make chazuke. Seems simple enough. Maybe he should've done that earlier, but to be fair, he would've just given up halfway and gone to sleep. Since you were the one doing it though, naturally he'd help.

While the water is boiling, he puts in a random disk in the CD player, looking at the cover. Pink Floyd, huh. While he's never really been one for this sort of music, or ever thought that he'd somehow associate the warm sounds of psychedelic rock with home, he's grown to like it too. Much as the rest of your things that are scattered round the house, seamlessly mixing into the space that is far too big for one person, he's fond of the little reminders. He doesn't outright say it, but this place feels less colder now that you've made it your home too. He doesn't need to say what the both of you know for a fact. As the sounds of Dark Side Of The Moon filter from the speakers of the old CD player, he walks back into the kitchen, where he picks off two bowls from the dish rack. Don't be afraid to care, huh…

Not that at the end of the day there was anything else. After the blood was spilled and the bodies had dropped, there was little to do other than welcome themselves home with a bottle of alcohol shared between two and letting intoxication blur the lines between nightmares and blissful sleep, or never make it to the bed, the touch of soft lips replacing the comfort of the mouth of the bottle. The tolerance keeps increasing; perhaps one day these distractions will no longer be enough to keep their mind off their troubles. It never was in the first place. The need to feel something more, more than the thrill of the fight or the reminder of regret—that was what they needed. But even if it didn't not entirely do the job, these routines were easy to fall into, were they not? One more glass, one more touch. Spend one more night wrapped in shared safety while being ready to lose each other the next day.

It was easy.

And right now, so is existing with you. Under the soft glow of the lamp, your face; the artificial sparkle in your eyes where he knows all light has fizzled out—his head rests on his folded arms, looking at you, and it's all strangely pretty. Maybe its because between the two of you and the adrenaline rush that seems to sustain the day, peace was a luxury. Once the scent of freshly steamed rice filled the kitchen, he stood up, picking out two bowls and filling them with rice. Your hands poured the tea onto the rice, carefully topping it with wasabi and furikake.

Funnily enough that he doesn't usually wake up at this hour just to cook with you, and yet doing so makes it feel like he's actually home with you. Not simply a temporary place to rest before throwing himself full throttle into whatever job was lined up for him next. For the likes of Chuuya, home has always been people, but it is for that reason that the feeling of home had always been temporary. As if the moment things began to feel stable, the moment he began to feel alright, it would be ruined again. Like a bandaid ripped off too early on a wound.

You patch the cuts up.

Just a little.

Just enough for it to hurt a little less.

So when the night ends with finished bowls tossed carelessly into the sink, bedsheets crumpled by tossing and turning, and his eyelids fall with the passing of the clock hands—

No dreams tonight.

Or nightmares.

Only a sleepy warmth.

It's strangely peaceful.

[sugarskies]

Hiiii

Do you think you could write some non-sexual intimacy for John/Bob?

Bc I absolutely love the way you write their relationship, but I'm a minor so I dont read any of the smut ones.

It's completely fine if not, obviously you can write whatever fics you want, I was just wondering.

Also, your one of my favourite authors and I really like your writing 🙂

thank you so much 🫶 and yes!! i promise i have more non-explicit fics in the works (including john/bob fics, my next one on ao3 i think will be rated t). anyway if you have any more specific kinda vibes i'm open to hear them but i've been thinking about this fluff for a few days and i think it's pretty much the definition of non-sexual intimacy so i took the excuse to write it. hope u enjoy :)

“You haven’t touched your yogurt.”

Bob didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say. John had made him breakfast in bed—Greek yogurt with his favorite berries and the sugary granola John normally poked fun at—and he hadn’t even touched it.

He wasn’t ungrateful. The opposite, really. Bob understood that the reason John made him food was because he wasn’t eating, because he hadn’t gotten out of bed in days. John was worried, for some reason, even though Bob felt he didn’t deserve it.

John sat on the edge of the bed beside Bob. He set his hand on Bob’s cheek, started to move toward his hair, and Bob shrugged him off instinctively. Great. It wasn’t enough that John would think him ungrateful, now John would think he was mad at him too.

But the next words that came out of John’s mouth were only, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel gross,” mumbled Bob. He turned his head into his pillow, covered what was visible of his face with his tangled, greasy hair.

“When was the last time you took a shower?”

John really noticed everything. He knew that Bob wasn’t eating, wasn’t getting up, hadn’t taken a shower in days. How many days, he couldn’t even remember. Bob gave a half shrug with his right shoulder, his left pressed into the mattress.

“Okay, come on.” John reached for Bob’s hand, but Bob shifted away, refused to let him make contact. He pushed his face deeper into the pillow when John crawled over the bed. “Bobby. Bobby, come on.”

It wasn’t entirely unexpected when John suddenly leaned forward, looped one arm around Bob’s shoulders and the other under his knees. Bob turned his face into John’s chest when he was lifted up. If he didn’t have the motivation to move, he didn’t have the motivation to fight his abduction.

He wasn’t sure, exactly, where John was taking him. The last place he would have expected was the bathroom. Bob made a face as John set him down on the bathmat in front of the tub. John turned the faucet on as Bob pulled his knees to his chest.

“What are you doing?” asked Bob, when John grabbed a towel off the rack and draped it around Bob’s shoulders.

“Gonna wash your hair.” John slid his hand under the water to check the temperature. “That all right?”

“Okay.”

Bob was a little embarrassed that his low had taken them to that point but the fact that John wanted to do that for him made it impossible to say no. John draped a second towel over the edge of the tub, then set his left hand on the small of Bob’s back and helped him position his neck on it.

He ran his fingers through Bob’s hair, his skin already warm from the water. The first cup of water avoided his skin, only soaked the ends of his hair. The second fully dampened his scalp. John stopped to dab at Bob’s forehead with the corner of the towel around his neck.

“Is the temperature okay?”

“Yeah.” Honestly, he was barely paying attention to the water; too focused on John’s fingers massaging his head. “It’s fine.”

John stood up to reach the shelf at the edge of the bath. He lingered for a minute and said, “You use the fancy stuff.”

“Separate shampoo and conditioner isn’t fancy stuff. It costs like a dollar more.”

“It takes so much longer.”

“Like two minutes longer.” Bob made a face when John sat back down beside him and kissed his temple. “If you keep growing your hair out, I’m making you switch too.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my three-in-one.”

“Everything is wrong with your three-in-one. And no more of the shit that smells like bourbon wood chips either.”

“At least it smells more masculine than—” John glanced at the bottle in his hand and took a whiff of it. “Eucalyptus and mint. Dammit. I can’t tell if it actually smells good or if I just like it because it smells like you.”

“It can be both.”

Bob closed his eyes when John squeezed the shampoo into his palm and worked it into Bob’s hair. The scent was designed to be relaxing and combined with John’s fingers massaging his head, it was easy to start to fall asleep again. Even though he hadn’t done anything in days. Even though he’d slept for twelve hours straight.

He wrapped his left arm around his stomach and set his right on John’s knee. John continued to pour the water over Bob’s hair, to drag his fingers through it, until he swapped the shampoo for conditioner. He used a generous amount, more than he needed to, but Bob didn’t say anything. Not until John turned off the water, set a timer on his phone, and brushed his knuckles over Bob’s jaw.

“Been worried about you,” said John quietly. Bob rubbed John’s knee with his thumb as he nodded. He knew. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” It was just how he was. The highs and the big lows. Bob turned to look at John, careful not to drag his hair off the towel. “Just feels like nothing matters.”

“What about me?” Bob gave him a look and John snorted and shook his head. “Sorry, that sounded really vain. I didn’t mean me, I meant us. Do we matter?”

The genuine flicker of concern behind his gaze made Bob smile just a tiny bit. He squeezed John’s knee. “Yeah. I think so.”

John put his left hand on the back of Bob’s neck, his fingers still wet and soapy, and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were chapped but soft and he tasted like the breakfast Bob didn’t eat. Bob moved to deepen the kiss, to savor it, and then the timer beeped.

“Three minutes.” John dropped his hand to grab his phone and turn off the timer without regard for the water on the screen. He turned the water back on and filled his cup with water again. “Almost done.”

He took his time rinsing Bob’s hair, combing his fingers through it. When he decided it was sufficiently washed, he stood up to get an actual hairbrush and handed Bob a damp cloth to wipe his face. It wasn’t a whole shower, but he had to admit he felt a little better with the grease out of his hair and off his cheeks.

John tugged the brush through Bob’s wet curls, straightening out every stubborn tangle. Once it was ready, he gently squeezed it dry, then brushed it a few more times before he tilted Bob’s head upward and draped his hair over the towel on the back of his neck.

“Feel better?”

Bob nodded, reached for John’s hand, and laced their fingers together. “Thank you.”

“Mmhm.” John kissed Bob’s temple, kept their hands connected as he gave him a quick hug with his opposite arm. “Not letting you go back to bed. Just so you know.”

“I figured.”

“Thought we could go eat on the balcony. Or just in front of the window, if you’re not up to that. You need to get some sun.”

Leaving his room sounded exhausting. Overwhelming, even. But he felt stronger, somehow, with John’s hand in his. He was right, he decided. If nothing else mattered, they did.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Anything for You

daemon x daughter!reader 

Summary: Daemon helps settle your nerves before you go and question potential husbands. After you run out of the hall feigning an illness Daemon makes sure you are properly cared for. 

Warnings: 18+ the whole thing 😵‍💫 thigh riding, oral(f), waking up to oral, fingering, p in v, use of the word daddy which i feel belongs under the warnings, also reader is a slight crybaby 

Authors Note: I’ve taken enough psych classes to know i’m cooked 😔😮‍💨 no mention of who the mother of reader is or really any specific time in the hotd universe but reader is of age and daemon has short hair bc daemon w short hair 🧎🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 3.1k

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I pout looking in the mirror as my handmaidens tie me into my new gown. It’s the perfect length and hugs my body before fanning out and flowing behind me. The detail is perfect to my wants and the silk feels like a second skin. The color is a shade darker than I wanted and I’m trying not to let it ruin my mood. Several pairs of hands smooth and braid my hair. When it comes to them pining my hair I have to clench my jaw as they press against my scalp. I wince as they step back and I get used to the amount of pressure that is slowly causing my head to throb. 

“Are you okay, Princess?” my handmaiden scrunches her brow. 

“I want my father.” my frown deepens and another one of my handmaidens runs out of the room a moment later. 

“Is there anything I can do?” another handmaiden comes to my side looking at me. I shake my head and get up to sit on my couch and wait for my father. My handmaidens once again flock to my side and offer me different drinks and snacks that I all turn away. My door opens and my father walks in. 

“Prince Daemon.” my handmaidens whisper together, quickly curtsying and padding out of my chambers. 

“What took you so long?” I whine looking up to him. 

“What’s wrong?” he stalks over to me. “I was in a meeting.” he tilts my chin up so I can look at him. 

“My dress isn’t the right color.” he lets out a chuckle at my words. My chest tightens and my eyes start to well with tears. “And my head hurts.” my voice breaks and he looks down at me with a raised brow. 

“You called me from a meeting because of your dress and your head?” he squats down to me. 

“I’m sorry,” my lip wobbles as my tears fall over the edge of my eyes. He’s quick to wipe them away and pulls me up from the couch and sits down with me in his lap. “I just wanted to look perfect for later.” my voice soft as he continues to cup my face wiping my tears away. 

“I think you look divine, sweet girl.” he presses his lips to my forehead. “All of the men here for your hand will go absolutely mad when they see you.” his hands travel down my spine and rest on my hips. 

“I don’t want any of them.” I throw my arms around his shoulders and bury my head in his neck. His arms wrap around my waist and hold me against him. 

“You don’t know them yet.” his chest rumbles with laughter. 

“I don’t want to.” I mumble into his skin. I tangle my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and I scoot impossibly closer to him. 

“Stand up so I can see this gown that’s causing my beautiful princess so much distress.” he starts to lift me off of his lap. I stand between his legs and he leans back to take in my form. “What’s wrong with it?” his hands reach up and slide up my sides. His fingers squeeze into me as he turns me around. 

“It’s not the right color.” I gasp as his hands squeeze my bottom. “It’s too dark.” I purse my lips turning back to face him. 

“What would you like me to do?” he looks up to me with an amused expression. 

“Make me feel better.” I push my bottom lip out. He sighs, shaking his head and starts to lift up my skirts. He harshly tugs me onto his thigh and I squeak as my core rests against his trousers. 

“We have to be in the great hall within the hour.” he pulls me forward on his thigh. I start to move my hips against him and he presses his forehead on mine. “That’s my good girl. Taking what you need.” his fingers dig into my hips helping move me faster. 

I rest my head on his shoulder as I hump against his thigh. I whimper into his neck and he starts to lift my skirts up digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my thighs. His thumb quickly circles my covered bud and I whine into his neck. “Please daddy,” his other hand stays on my hip and grinds me down. My eyes screw shut as my hips jerk feverishly in search of pleasure. 

“Gods look at you.” he mutters, swirling his thumb faster. I shake in his arms as my spine goes straight. My high rips through me while high pitched gasps pour from my lips. I pant into his neck and he slowly trails his fingers up and down my thighs. “That’s my good girl.” he smiles against my forehead as I come down from my pleasure. 

“I don’t want to wed any of the men downstairs.” I cling on to his neck. 

“I wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to.” I lift up from his neck and look at him. “We still have to go and pretend.” I frown at his words. “If you’re good I’ll give you a reward after.” his eyes darken. 

“I’m always good.” I purse my lips. 

“Lying is naughty.” he squeezes my waist with a raised brow. “I’m going to get your handmaidens to come back in here and freshen you up and then I’ll escort you to the great hall.” he lifts me off of his thigh and fixes my skirts. He presses a kiss to my brow and leaves my chambers.

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I walk into the great hall holding onto my fathers arm tightly. I try to keep my eyes forward while we walk between the crowd of men and take our seats on the dais. My eyes snagged on a couple of the men but my father keeps me moving forward. He takes a seat next to me and studies the men in front of us and I look on at them with a soft smile, surprised to see that I find a couple of them handsome. 

“What happened to not wanting to entertain any of these men?” my father whispers into my ear. I turn to him with flushed cheeks and he smiles. “I still won’t allow you to marry any of them.” his words have a bite and I nod my head turning back to the men in front of us. 

I fold my hands on the table in front of me and watch on with a smile as the Hand begins to introduce the first man. I lean forward and listen intently as the first man tells me who he is and what his house can offer me. The Hand looks at me and I shake my head and he dismisses the man who stares at the floor on his way out. This process repeats for five more men until one of the men who caught my eye steps forward. 

“What is your name?” I sit up and the man smiles in front of me as he spouts out his name and house. He tells me about a life he has planned for us that I couldn’t care less about. I sigh as he rambles on and I hear my father chuckle next to me. “Mm, well thank you.” I offer him a smile before shaking my head to the Hand to dismiss him. 

“Did you see the way his face crumpled?” my father laughs and shakes his head. I let the men drone on and dismiss one after the other. “I tire of this.” he sighs, leaning back into the chair. “Pick the others you like to step forward and dismiss the rest.” he says loud enough for the men to hear. 

“I will not.” I hiss looking at him in horror that he would embarrass me. 

“I told you to be good.” he says lowly between his teeth. I call the Hand over and whisper and point at the handful of men. He dismisses the rest and my father offers them a taunting wave as my cheeks flush. The few remaining men walk up to the dais with a new found sense of confidence. “Really?” my father hums looking at me in surprise at who I picked. 

“They were the handsomest options.” I shrug and watch a smirk spread across his features. The first man is called forward and smiles at me. 

“Firstly I wanted to offer you a happy belated name day, princess. Nine and ten becomes you. Second, I wish to tell you how exquisite you look.” he bows his head as I hear a choked laugh from next to me and see my father covering his mouth. 

“Thank you.” I offer him a genuine smile and listen on as he tells me of his home. I turn to my father with a frown. “You’re embarrassing me.” I whine and he rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to the man speaking. 

The Hand continues to keep going down the line of men not waiting for me to prompt him. As they continue to drag out my afternoon I start to form a pout of my lips. I can’t listen to another minute of this. I sigh and push my chair back. My father and the Hand look at me curiously and I smooth my skirts before walking down off the dais. 

“If you’ll excuse me. I’m feeling,” I pause thinking of an excuse as everyone stares at me. “Faint. Terribly so.” I nod my head and continue out of the hall. I take the first corner and sprint up the stairs trying to create as much distance as I can. I continue down hall after hall suddenly finding myself in an unfamiliar area. I slow my pace and stay close to the walls. 

“You’ve gone far for someone who is feeling faint.” I jump at my fathers voice. He stalks over to me and presses me against the stone. 

“I got lost.” I blink up at him. “I started to feel better once I left the hall.” 

“That was very naughty to run out like that.” he presses his body against mine. The breath is stolen from my lungs as his hand engulfs my chin to turn my head and attack my neck. I cling onto his arms while he nibbles against my heated skin as the stone bites into my back. 

“I’m sorry.” my voice completely wrecked as he kisses up my jaw before looking down at me. 

“Let’s get you back to your chambers so you can rest. I’ll have your handmaidens make you a bath.” he smirks at my heaving chest and leads me back down the steps. Once we get back into the main halls he holds me tightly. “You should’ve told me you weren’t feeling well. I would’ve helped you back to your chambers.” my father makes a show of bringing me back to my chambers and my handmaidens are behind ready to prepare my bath. My father finally leaves once I’m behind closed doors and my handmaidens flock to me. 

“Let’s get you out of this gown, princess.” I’m quickly untied from my gown and sigh in relief as I step out of it. I’m whisked to my bath and smile as I see the steam still rising from the water. My handmaidens pour in soap and oils and begin to clean me. I relax back into the water and rest my eyes. They bring me tea and bring the cup straight to my lips. I allow them to dote on me and frown when there’s a knock on my doors. 

“Prince Daemon.” my guard announces and shuts the door. I peek an eye open long enough to see him dismiss my handmaidens and begin walking over to me. A smile starts to spread across my features as I hear him kneel down next to the bath. 

“How are you feeling?” he rests his hand against my forehead. 

“I was just going to have them come get you.” I open my eyes looking at him. “I need you.” I whine. 

“I’m here, sweet girl.” he removes his hand from me to grab the cloth. He gently rubs my arms with the soap while I rest my head back on the lip of the tub. 

“I’m sorry.” I mumble nibbling on my lip. 

“For what?” he hums, starting on my other arm. 

“Leaving the great hall. You told me to be good and I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” he presses his lips against my forehead. 

“You’re still a good girl. You apologized.” he finishes my arm and rises to grab my towel. I stand from my water and he watches as the droplets fall off my body. “You’ll always be my good girl.” he wraps the cotton around me, starting to dry me off. 

“Do I still get my reward?” I look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” I push my bottom lip out. 

“I can never say no to you.” he leads me over to my bed and lets my towel fall away. He helps me lay back on the bed and hovers over me. “I’m just going to give you some kisses.” he purrs before attaching himself to my neck. His lips travel down to my breasts and I gasp as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. His teeth tease the hardened bud and I mewl beneath him. 

“Please,” I whine, burying my fingers in his short hair. He kisses across my chest to swirl his tongue around my other nipple as I continue to buck up into him. I watch as he makes his way down my torso and kisses down my thighs. He holds my legs open as he ghosts his lips along the sensitive skin between my thighs. 

“How are you feeling?” he looks up at me from between my legs. 

“Hot.” I whine, squirming in his grasp. I pant as he kisses back to my center and a cry falls from my lips as his tongue circles my bud. “Daddy,” I pull his hair and he grabs my wrist holding it against the bed as his tongue starts to lash against me. Whimpers and pleas spill from me as he licks down my slit. He releases my wrist so both of his hands can grab my hips and grind me against his face. 

He pushes his tongue into me and I squeak above him. My legs quake as his tongue keeps exploring. He licks back up to my bud and encases it with his lips. I slam my legs around his head as his tongue flicks relentlessly. My pleasure bursts through me as my hips jerk wildly against his face. He softly licks me as I tremble before sitting back to take in my blissful state. 

“Thank you.” I reach out for him. “Thank you,” I mumble again as he lays down and pulls me against his chest. 

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” he presses his lips against my forehead before covering me with the blanket. 

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Sleep is trying to pull me back in but my breathing is causing me to wake from my dreams. Small gasps leave my mouth and my eyes slowly flutter open. I blink around my dark chambers waiting for my eyes to adjust and feel my hips softly jerking. My mind begins to wake up and I look down to see my fathers head buried between my thighs. I take in my nude state seeing my nipples glistening with his spit as they’ve been sucked into hard peaks. He opens his eyes and looks up at me and when he sees me awake his tongue starts to move even faster. 

“Yes, please, daddy please,” I whine grinding my hips against his face. He pushes two long fingers into me and my legs trap him between them. He starts to slam his fingers into me and I shake as my pleasure washes through me. When he sits up I notice his lack of clothing and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. He leans down over me and presses his lips against mine. 

“I couldn’t resist you.” he mumbles against my mouth. His hardened length slides through my wetness and I whine as it pushes against my core. “I need to be in you.” I wrap my legs around his waist at his words. He presses himself into me and I whimper at the familiar stretch and sting. 

I breathe out pleasure slurred whimpers and pleas as he rocks his hips into mine. His pace is slow and languid until he hears my high pitched gasps. He grinds into me before pulling almost all of the way out and slamming back into me. His pace is harsh and has me digging my nails into his back. My ankles lock behind his back as he pounds into me as I begin to fall apart beneath him. My hold on him loosens and I begin to slide up the bed with every snap of his hips. 

“Taking me so good.” he pants before smashing his lips against mine. My chambers are filled with the sounds of my wetness and our skin meeting one another. I cry out as I feel my stomach start to coil. “Your sweet little cunt always squeezes me so tightly.” he pants resting his hands on either side of my head. 

“Please,” my voice cracks as my legs fall open on either side of his waist as he hammers into me. 

“Daddy will fill you up, don't worry. I always take care of you. Don’t I, good girl?” he grunts as his rhythm begins to falter. I nod my head, unable to form words as my pleasure causes my eyes to roll back. He slams into once more before I feel his warmth seep into me. “So fucking good for me.” he groans slowly rocking his hips. 

He slowly pulls out of me and presses his lips against my forehead. “Go back to bed, good girl.” he hums, pulling me against him once. My eyes heavy with sleep and pleasure close with ease as I curl into his side allowing sleep to take me back. 

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masterlist 🔌 

freud would’ve loved this xx 

Part 2

taglist ✍️ 

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[presidentkamala]

https://www.tumblr.com/presidentkamala/783304700743286784

It just feels like they've turned the online space into a new version of a religious confessional/indulgence of sorts. They're not actually caring of the situation, they just want to be absolved of any responsibility they might have had in causing this mess or to even try to help fix things, and expect to still be allowed to harm everyone else with their near perpetual whining.

Exactly :( and the biggest telling-on-themselves moments are when they get hopping mad that we DARE to call them out and call a spade a spade. They will literally crash out and rapid cycle in front of you when they're not SEEKING OUT your vent posts or w/e that accurately call out their own behavior and start losing their shit lmao.

It's always the same thing, too. Blaming Liberals for not preventing this outcome single-handedly (mean girls voice so you agree? This WAS the worse outcome? You guys WERE relying on us to save you and maybe even subconsciously relying on our labor/sacrifice/efforts to do all the real work?)

And/or then an immediate about-face using their various geopolitical stances/outright antisemitism "abt" i/p or gaza, which then allows them to slither away from the logical next step of the previous point (actually working with material reality to promote desired outcomes) bc then they get to really warm to the exceptionalist take of usa thee worst and should be destroyed, actually, and democrats are feckless and the same as Rs bc liberalism and capitalism and poorly defined buzzwords and second-hand, misunderstood theory etc.

Which you know all roads lead back to your point anon the contortions and tortured logic are ALL ALWAYS in service of personal ego and aggrandized self-concept for these guys, INCLUDING smart academic types as well as the more rabid type of online Poaster. Many someones on here said it best abt the moral purity culture around online social justice and how it makes taking responsibility for and growing from your actions impossible to square w that world view.

I want to say that based on how rabid some of my notes are, the hollering dogs at least know they've been hit. There is ALWAYS time to take up responsibility because it doesnt ever go away even when its been abdicated or denied, but it would be shattering at this point for people to really accept the calamity of what they've done, and yelling at me as though im a democratic member of congress is much much much easier, so.

[vigilantekisser]

look away now im. thinking abt being horribly toxic to sweet pre-spiral dex…. (18+ cw handjobs, questionable exhib/voyeur, cucking?, toxic reader, ex!matt)

dex being the dutiful doggy bf… it’s exhilarating, being good— he knows this now, he knows this bc it’s been five dates and he hasn’t slipped up once. he’d been so wrong before, it was never about the surveillance or the mimicry or the compiling of routines and passwords and apt floor plans, this ritual of pain and return is love and he understands that he deserves it. he’s traded in the violent outbursts for the obedience he’s devoted to you and even if you ghost him for days at a time and curse him out and call him an stifling fucking freak you always come back eventually, so there he is staying and staying because that’s goodness, that’s faith, self-sacrifice. see? he can be good, too.

but of course kicking a vice is difficult, so never mind that he knows where you are at any given moment (the only way he can be okay with you being temporarily gone thanks to a reliable beeping dot on his phone tracking your location). and never mind that he knows everything about matt, your lawyer ex-fiancé that you never like talking about. you’re always a little cruel to dex after he brings him up, snapping at him before freezing him out so he’s learned not to mention it too much, but that doesn’t stop him from memorizing every available photo you and matt have together, how good the two of you looked, how easily you fit.. well, if it was on the internet just there sitting waiting patiently for his consumption, how could it be wrong? how could it be intrusive? he’s not like that anymore. no more camping outside your building, you’re right it’s “pathetic as fuck”. he shows up and sits beside you and behaves.

it was your idea, shostakovich at the met. he’s never been to the opera before but it’s the nicest you’ve ever been to him in weeks so his immediate answer is yes, internally yes thank you thank you the euphoric feeling of relief shooting through his veins. you haven’t forgotten him yet thank god. you haven’t said a word about how he looks tonight and he doesn’t care, you’re still with him and you look unbelievable.

and settled into your box seats he’s trying to figure out if you’re still mad at him, what he can do to fix that, when you lean in and murmur into his ear, “i’m really glad you’re with me,” and he tries not to preen so much as he’s proven right. you always come around. you’re just difficult like him, so who is he to judge? tonight will be a good night, no freezeouts. the lights are dimming and you’re taking his hand, you’re kissing it on the fingertips, you’re kissing it on the wrist. so gingerly it’s impossible to imagine he’s killed with these hands before.

“i love you,” you whisper when the curtain parts.

for a moment he thinks he’s imagined it so he doesn’t bring it up for the next thirty minutes. onstage sergei’s making love to katya, their bodies locked in such frenzied embrace that dex’s ears flush dark. he can feel them burning. it’s impossible he’s the only one aroused by this, he thinks but then you’re leaning in and then your hand’s on his thigh. you’re telling him not to make any noise as your hand slides higher and you’re rubbing him through the fabric like teenagers at a drive-in. his cock is hard, tight in his scratchy slacks. he’s red-faced and he can’t breathe from trying to hold in his groans but then your fingers are moving again and this time they’re slipping across the buttons of his slacks, past the waistband and suddenly it’s not a fantasy anymore and he’s not just imagining your silk-gloved hand dipping into his pants, brushing the underside of his cock where he’s already leaking. you’re murmuring smth that he doesn’t even register and then fucking god—… your fingers close around him.

no one’s ever touched him like this. no one’s ever touched him, period.

your hand’s soft and warm, the silk catching at the ridges of him in a way he’s never felt before, dragging up and down his length and squeezing a bit at the crest of his cock, the pad of your thumb rolling over the leaking slit. his thighs are shuddering and your leg’s nudging his, spreading him wider and keeping him open for you. he can barely stifle his grunts. you’ve worked his cock out of his pants and fuck anyone could look, anyone could see the way his hips keep twitching off the seat— the silk’s slippery now, his precum’s everywhere smeared along your glove, your wrist, trickling stickily to his base. he’s dizzy, humiliated. drunk on the fucking feeling oh fuck— and now you’ve got the crown in your bare palm, glove halfway tugged off, skin to skin at fucking last and that’s it—

and for a second dex thinks this must be it, it must feel like this to be loved and to be wanted and to be given everything, and that it’s worth it to act good, it must be worth it to be so, so good, to be like in those pictures you and him looking good together, fitting just as easily. you’re so good, so perfect, you’re—

not looking at him.

he follows your gaze sharply.

matt is in a box across the hall. onto the balcony.

he is watching you.

your eyes are locked on him, not on dex whose cock is still helplessly hard in your hand and your grip tightens, gathering the slick leaking from his head more and all dex can think about is you and— and the man watching the two of you, and now dex is watching him too. the orchestra’s swelling and you’re growling in his ear, commanding him louder, louder and it rips out of him with a choked cry. his cock jerks in your hand releasing pulse after pulse of milky come over your gloved fingers, the bared wrist. clinging to the black silk in shocking streaks, obscene and real, a physical stain. proof that this happened. that he let you do this to him.

his own mess is on him, too. it’s so loud in his head. so wet and wrong, and you’re watching the stage again, cool as marble as if nothing happened.

was that for him?

he doesn’t want to ask but he can’t help it, the words have already materialized from his mouth. he just can’t help ruin the illusion, can’t he? fuck, it was going so well. stupid, stupid.

you turn to him slowly. your lipstick’s glistening in the dark. “who?”

“him,” chin jerking toward the general direction of your ex-fiancé, whose focus still seems to be on you both across the way.

“oh, him.” you lift your soiled hand and peel the glove away fully, one slow pull revealing your bare hand. it finds the back of his neck, warm, damp fingers curling into the hairs there, stroking and scratching behind his ear. his eyes flutter shut.

“don’t be stupid, sweetheart.” you’re smiling so softly so maybe it’s all okay. you always come around. “he’s blind. how would he even see us?”

dex swallows. you’re right.

and it’s not like matt can hear anything from this distance, can he?

your nails are tracing slow, mindless patterns across the base of his skull and it feels nicer than anything he’s felt. you love him: he has to believe this. the shame of it is flooding his spine and he refuses to open his eyes, not yet not while the music’s still surging, not until the opera’s over and the lights come on and he’ll have no other choice but to look.

[lacydollette]

pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger gf ! pt. 3

jensenackles 6min

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youruser officially too old for dicaprio 😶

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yourbestiesuser shits been way too freaky 🫦

youruser my heads’ still spinning 😵‍💫

ange1bites THE CAPTION IS TOO ICONIC

ellasbows the way I just realized.. 😭

fory/n HOLD UP- IS THAT MADELYN CLINE??

obxpiczz yup they’ve been friends for like 2 years now

jacklesfan1 his hand placement?? hello??

cvntyblogz I think my invite got lost in the mail 😔

madelyncline bday girl swag 🫡🫡

youruser u know the drill mads

clinestar literally all my faves in one room wtf

fordestiel still can’t believe we’re the same age 😭😭

tatemcrae happy bday it girl ❤️‍🔥

youruser coming from the it girly herself 🫂 ty love, imy!

popgirlyblog tate 🤝🏼 y/n

jensenackles

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jensenackles Happy birthday to my girl, my partner in crime and the best pool player I know. Beyond blessed that I get to spend this one life with you. I love you ❤️ @/youruser

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jacklesfan1 stop.. his little paragraph 🥹🥹

forjackles she is so so lucky

youruser damn right I am 👀

destiellcver her concentrated face is killing me lmao

youruser at a loss for words. You made this day so special. I love you hubs ❤️

girlwithablog you can just tell how much he loves her

jaredpadalecki today we celebrate the amazing y/n. to many more “I’m gonna have a bf” moments with you 🫂 @/youruser

gibson-g1rl wait- did jared just quote ‘white chicks’ 😭😭

youruser duh 🙄 its our fav movie! and i love u @/jaredpadalecki

vampdecn what’s bf? boyfriend?

youruser BITCH FIT

jaredpadalecki bitch fit

ellawinchester did she finally turn 18 or what??

jensenandy/nfan bruh, she is literally a grown ass 26 year old woman, get ur shit together

casmybeloved my favorite couple

girlblogzz hbd y/n ⭐️

youruser thank u !!

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youruser if I left u on read, here’s why 🌺

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y/nlcver bodTEA !!

elliescam my jaw literally dropped at the 7th picture

forjackles literally my dream vacay w/jensen

yourbestiesuser glad you’re having fun <3 now come back to texas mama, the kids miss u 😩

youruser just say u miss me so bad 👀

girlwithablog god, i wish i was y/n

fionabae does she even work?

mygirly/n she was literally paul wesleys manager for a few years and is now working as production assistant for mgm studios !!

ortegafan02 omg this is how i find out? 😭

fionabae cmon she only got that job bc of jensen

popgirlies her life is like a pinterest board

casmybeloved they are adorbs 🥹

jensenackles

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jensenackles bon voyage or something like that 😎

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jacklesfan1 finest man ever ong

y/n_defender seeing y/n through his eyes is so cute!!

winchesterstan try not to say daddy (impossible)

h3llgirl1 ik his girl just hates these comments 😭😭

beausling nah she’s hella secure and too busy for this bs

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sevens1ns look at them go 🥹

urfavwinchester they’re still dating??

jackles4life why wouldn’t they? 🤨

urfavwinchester maybe he finally got tired of her

gibson-g1rl bro 😭 get out of here

2jstan can’t believe she is having that man every day

acklesbaby geeeeez jensen 😩

as requested, another part of the jensen sm au 🎀 pt. 1 pt.2

i think I’ll never stop making these, it’s so fun!

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated!

tags 🏷️ @gibson-g1rl @beausling @angelicjackles @lailawinchesterr @nuemanfilms @alluvthegurlz @drewsarms @starkeysprincess @hischrrypie @sammyluvr

[sanesaviour]

Capture of Solarion

little bit of lore:

After Solarion is chased on and off by Taskamster for several weeks, his(hers) paranoia and mental health hit rock bottom and one night, during battle, in order to protect himself, Solarion begins to use his fire powers on a grand scale and loses control, ending in massive fire in the center of city… the injured Taskmaster is captured by agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Spidey’s team is ordered to stop Solarion, but when he regains his control back, he escapes…

He is nowhere to be seen for few days, but then he returns back to saving city (bc it’s his only purpose in life at the moment) and is surprised when he finds out that Spidey’s team is still after him (they tell him that Fury just want to talk to him, which he don’t believe obvi). He avoids them or runs away few times, but in the end they still meet in battle (5 against one, damn, you can imagine the amount of offensive jokes he makes about it). He doesn’t use his fire powers during fight, but only his speed, agility and bit of martial arts he knows, as he’s still shaken up from the previous incident involving fire… he is actually trying not to defeat them (which would be impossible anyway) but waiting for the opportunity to escape again.

After while of friendly like fighting (since they used to have ok relationship with Solarion before incident, so they don’t really want to hurt each other, they just want him to cooperate) and spidey’s puns, like: “This conversation is getting blazing hot!”, “let’s not fuel the argument.”, “I’d make another pun, but I don’t wanna burn out-.”, he asks Solarion: “but seriously what is with that fire powers of yours? I knew you were bit hot-headed when you get mad, but I didn’t mean it literally.” After more questions like this from others, he is pissed and serious fight begins, which quickly escalates to him kicking White Tiger into the stomach, which others consider as really bad since they think he’s man who just hit a woman (they are very protective of Ava)…

Nova rushes to help White Tiger, while others realize that things won’t go the good way and only way to bring Solarion to Nick is to chain him up. They use combo attacks on him and while he’s dodging Powerman’s attack, Iron Fist charges at him and knocks him to the ground. They handcuff him and bring him to S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Fury then gives him foreword about how he had chance to join the Shield (no one on the team knew that except spidey) and none of it would have happened, responsibility, discipline, blah, blah, blah… when spidey asks what will happen to him next, as he is little worried about him, Fury just replies that Shield will take care of him…

The last thing Fury orders team to do is to unmask him, which Solarion immediately disagrees with… Ava volunteers for this task as her revenge on him… as she holds his mask ready to snatch it off he says with bit annoyed voice: “don’t enjoy this too much…” she answers: “this is what you get for hitting woman buddy-“ when she takes off his mask everyone is shocked by Solarion’s true identity… none of them even thought that Solarion could be womam. Solarion’s nose is still bleeding from when Iron fist hit him during fight… she stares to side for moment, then she looks at them and breaks the silence: “interesting how the tables turned”

After this, she is taken away by shield’s agents and Spidey’s team don’t see her for while.

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Yippie I finished writing this after two hours, now I can get some sleep🎉🎉

[fiapartridge]

will smith dating hughes!sister headcanons! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

🕊 - 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: will smith head canons! <3 🕊 - 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: not proofread, all sfw

💌 - 𝐇𝐄'𝐋𝐋 never tell the guys, but his favorite thing to do with you is wear face masks and watch romcoms. sure, at first you had to really coax him into doing it, but as time went on, he would literally wait for sundays (which is the day you two usually did it) to come.

"i'll get the movie ready, you go grab the masks," he would say before kissing you on the forehead and gently pushing you toward the bathroom.

💌 - 𝐇𝐄 has a drawer at your place just for his clothes. he also leaves a bottle of cologne at your apartment so you can spray it on his hoodies in case he's on a roadie and his clothes are losing their smell. you probably wear his clothes more than he does but he doesn't mind. he loves seeing your tiny frame get swallowed in all of the fabric, especially in his t-shirts.

💌 - 𝐘𝐎𝐔 are his personal stylist. his friends would always dog him for getting styled by you, but tbh his outfits have gotten so much better ever since you guys got together - even the fans have noticed.

💌 - 𝐎𝐍 that note, the fans have no idea you guys are together. it's not like he's embarrassed of you or is like actively trying to hide you from the public eye, he just never posts unless it's like for a brand deal or he's announcing something to his followers. you post him all the time, but you have a small, private instagram account filled with friends and family. most of the time, the comments are just your brothers clowning your guys' relationship or the bc hockey team talking about how much a simp will is for you.

💌 - 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 napper/cuddler. he cannot go to sleep without you in his arms. like if you guys are in the same bed and you're far apart from him, he either thinks he did something wrong and is apologizing profusely throughout the night, or that something is wrong with you in which he is doing the most to make sure you're okay.

"do i need to turn up the ac? should i remove some blankets? why don't you want to cuddle with me?" he is a baby.

💌 - 𝐇𝐄 makes playlists for you ALL THE TIME for every single occasion. he has a "love of my life" playlist for when he's feeling extra lovey dovey, a "pls don't be mad at me anymore, i'm so so so sorry" playlist for when he fucks up (which is rare but happens), a "y/n/n" playlist for when you're in the car with him -> it's your fave songs that has also become some of his fave songs (lots of taylor swift and sabrina carpenter), and a "gains with my hot gf" playlist for when you guys are working out together, which is much less intense than his normal workouts but still makes you work up a sweat.

💌 - 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 off that last note, you love working out with him. he's the best personal trainer. he'll hype you up, push you harder but not too hard because he still knows your limits and your body, will do every single workout with you, and it's also a plus to just watch him work out iykwim.

💌 - 𝐘𝐎𝐔 over think soo much!! and he's like relax, we're fine, we're okay, you're not annoying me, you never annoy me, it's impossible to annoy me because he just loves when you're around him and when you're talking. like he will literally put down his phone and just listen to you talk for hours. you never have to feel clingy with him because he just always wants you. he's always reassuring you <3 his texts are the cutest 📲📲📲 :

will: stop overthinking bub will: we are ok will: i love you will: i'll be over in 10

💌 - 𝐇𝐄 loves when you have your hands in his hair. like he will literally grab your hands and bring them to his hair. like he loves that shit. like brushing it with your fingers, braiding his tiny strands, or just playing with it like he doesn't care-- he just loves it.

💌 - 𝐇𝐈𝐒 love language is physical touch and words of affirmation!!

physical touch! he loves holding your hand, having his arm around your shoulder, hugging you, kissing you, just touching you whenever he can, even if it's just having his hand on your thigh or something. your brothers ! hate it ! they always pretend to gag if they see him touch you lol, but mama hughes always shuts their shit down and tells them that you're a grown woman that can make her own choices. i love mama ellen <3

words of affirmation! he will tell you he loves you every second of every single day. he loves telling you that you're pretty, especially when you feel the opposite. he just worships you. like you're literally a goddess to him. ⭐️ "i'm happy when you're around," he would whisper into your skin when you're cuddling in bed. ⭐️ "you are the prettiest girl i've ever seen." ⭐️ "fuck, you're hot." & he would have the most shit-eating grin everrrr. like he can't believe that he gets to be with you type shit.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 in all, someone let will know that i'm here and single and ready for him whenever he's free and available <3 thank you <3

-fiapartridge