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[lamb-writes]

Love your fics! <3

thank you!! i do have some other minifics on the back burner that im trying to finish up

[rafesangelita]

♡ NSFW ALPHABET : BABYDADDY!RAFE X POGUE!SWEETHEART!READER EDITION

warnings: fluff, unprotected sex, descriptions of motherhood, creampie(s), cum play, breastfeeding, lactation kink, use of the name ‘daddy’ (you’ve been warned!!), ovulation, breeding, light teasing, male masturbation, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation

a/n: soooo sorry this took long to get out! i hope y’all girlies love it and feel free to leave requests for this pairing <3

₊˚⊹♡ A : AFTERCARE (what are they like after sex?)

short and sweet. if taking care of a baby wasn’t already tiring within itself and making you fall asleep as soon as you settled into the plush comforter of your bed, rafe making you cum a minimum of three times in a single round was definitely going to do the trick. you’re still trembling from your orgasm, rafe trailing a line of kisses from your temple, down to the underside of your jaw when your brain suddenly switches and you’re back in mommy mode. “the baby..” you whisper, “i have to check on the baby.” rafe is shushing you, gently stroking your cheek and relieving you of your worries as he gets up from the bed. “i’ll go check, okay? don’t move a muscle, sweetheart.”

₊˚⊹♡ B : BODY PART (their favorite body part on each other)

babydaddy!rafe is in loveee with your hips. so much so, that it stirs something primal inside of him whenever his eyes rake down your beautiful figure. he’ll rest his hands in the supple curves, a shiver running down your spine when you feel the familiar dig of his fingers deepen into your skin. protection, possession— you could feel it in the way rafe guides you on top of his lap just before pushing into you, his vice-like hold on your hips surely leaving you sore for the next morning. he likes to run the back of his knuckles along your side, his hand dipping every time he follows your natural curve. “i love seeing the baby attached to your hip, ‘just makes me wanna give you another one.”

while pogue!sweetheart!reader loves everything about rafe, watching his forearms in action always made her dizzy with all of the dirty thoughts swirling around in her head. she’d watch him carefully while he was on daddy duty, the heavy diaper bag that she often struggled with carrying (only when she was by herself) would be lifted up effortlessly by rafe as if it weighed nothing. she likes to think it started when rafe fucked her in a headlock one particular night, the feeling of his muscled arm pressing against her throat with every thrust was something truly unforgettable— she still daydreamed about it till this day. rafe would catch her staring all the time, her eyes following the veins that protruded there.

₊˚⊹♡ C : CUM (anything to do with cum)

creampies are a must. if rafe isn’t holding you in place— balls deep and filling you up with every drop of his seed, he’s watching his cum seep out of you in slow dribbles, the sight driving him insane. there’s times where he can’t help but gather the mess and push it back into you with a choked groan, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair to make you watch. it’s rare that rafe cums on you instead of in you, but when he does, he likes to finish on your tits, his jaw falling slack as the thick, white ropes drip down to your stomach. sometimes for a shock factor, you’d lick some of the sticky remnants from your chest, a giggle leaving your lips as rafe stared at you wide eyed and horny for round two.

₊˚⊹♡ D : DIRTY (a dirty secret of theirs)

oddly enough, babydaddy!rafe is absolutely feral over the fact that you’re breastfeeding. he wakes up to you whimpering in discomfort, your breasts so engorged with milk that he feels almost relieved when you ask him to massage you while you pump. he doesn’t know why he finds it so sexy, he just knows that when you agreed to let him have a taste one night as a joke, it was anything but funny the way he was so turned on. rafe came in record time, his obsession with your tits becoming damn near insufferable as he tried his best to stay composed around you. “are you done nursing for the night?” rafe would ask as he fixed himself under the covers, secretly hoping you weren’t too tired to have him latch onto you instead..

pogue!sweetheart!reader is secretly sooo freaky behind closed doors, it takes rafe by surprise whenever you do something that he’s completely at a loss for words for. while everyone knows you as the sweet girl who sells baked goods out of her own kitchen, rafe is the one who hears ‘please don’t stop, daddy!’ while he absolutely pounds you into another universe. one minute you’re screaming his name, clinging onto him like your life depends on it, and the next minute you’re selling cookies to the sweet old lady at the country club while you rave all about your precious little bundle of joy waiting for you at home.

₊˚⊹♡ E : EXPERIENCE (how experienced are they?)

surprisingly, rafe didn’t have much sex before meeting pogue!sweetheart!reader. sure, he’d have a few escapades here and there, and if he felt like he was up to it (which was occasionally)— he’d go all the way. as for you, you didn’t have much experience under your belt, either. you had a ‘no commitment, no sex’ dating rule that you followed and stayed adamant about. knowing how sensitive and emotional, and maybe even a little needy you could be, you knew you couldn’t let yourself have sex with someone you didn’t feel strongly for.. and then rafe came along. once you and him established yourselves as a couple, there was no stopping the marathon sex you two were having, the baby you two now shared being proof of that..

₊˚⊹♡ F : FAVORITE POSITION (click here for !reader’s fav)

‘harmony’ just so happens to be the position that got you pregnant in the first place, and understandably so. babydaddy!rafe is going for it every single time he knows you’re ovulating. with your hips elevated— all thanks to your favorite heart-shaped, lace trimmed throw pillow, and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, it was the perfect recipe for you two to start cooking up baby number one. “gotta’ make sure it sticks, gorgeous, because we’re not leaving this bed until it does.” he said through gritted teeth, your walls squeezing around him like a vice. you laid there, defeated, feeling so fucked out and delirious, all you could do was let rafe stay nestled deep inside of you until he was done filling you up.

₊˚⊹♡ G : GOOFY (are they serious or humorous?)

considering babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader are humorous in their everyday lives, it’s natural for their inside jokes and giggles to follow them into the bedroom. rafe would sometimes mock you when you were really loud, your cheeks heating before a small smile would crack on your lips. “don’t do that!” you’d scold him, hiding your face out of embarrassment. of course, rafe would always reassure you that he was just kidding before making you be even louder than before. however, don’t be fooled by their antics, they could be just as serious too, both of them keeping their eyes locked on each other while rafe worked her body the best way he knows how.

₊˚⊹♡ H : HAIR (how well groomed is he?)

just for personal preferences, babydaddy!rafe is bald most of the time except for when stubble starts coming through due to maintenance being the last thing on his mind. sharing the responsibilities of taking care of a baby left him too tired to care about shaving every so often. while neither of you really cared about body hair on each other, you couldn’t deny the prickly feeling between your legs whenever rafe would be on top of you, a small laugh escaping your lips before he’d look down at you, confused. “what’s so funny? is it my face?” you were quick to shake your head at his words, your body jolting when his fingers found your clit, “no, it just tickles that’s all..”

₊˚⊹♡ I : INTIMACY (how are they during the moment?)

theres’s not a single thing (except the sound of their baby’s cry) that will distract them out of their moment and make them pull away from each other. if rafe isn’t admiring pogue!sweetheart!reader’s beautiful face, his eyes are running down her body as he caresses her flesh ever so gently. babydaddy!rafe makes sure there’s no space left between them while he’s inside of her, her moans reverberating against his skin as he presses kisses to her temple. both of them are so emotionally present when it comes to pleasing one another, pogue!sweetheart!reader is 1000% sure that’s why it feels special every single time. they both treat intimacy like it’s an act of passion and not just something to get out of the way.

₊˚⊹♡ J : JACK OFF (how often does he do it?)

despite him being a new parent and not really having time for anything, he didn’t jerk off as much prior to you having the baby, either. it’s almost like your relationship stayed in the honeymoon phase and you two never really stopped having sex until you fell pregnant and it was done in moderation. even at that, he was far too concerned for your health and your wellbeing to really let loose the way he did before you had a growing baby bump. if he jerked off it was because he had to be away from you for work related stuff and it was always you on his mind whenever he’d tug one out. babydaddy!rafe would much prefer you to be the one making him cum rather than his fist, but he sufficed when he needed to..

₊˚⊹♡ K : KINK (one of his kinks, read more here)

touching base on rafe’s dirty little secret— LACTATION KINKKK!!!! it started one night when he was laying on his side, his arm draped across your torso as you snored softly in his hold. he was still awake, his attention trained on the tv in the corner when suddenly he felt something damp against his skin. eyebrows knitting in confusion, rafe pulled away only to see two wet stains adorning the oversized t-shirt you currently wore. just as he was going to see what was wrong, your eyes fluttered open, a pained whimper falling from your lips as your fingers immediately felt for your breasts. as expected, they were swollen beyond belief, your best judgement going against you as you had decided earlier that evening to skip out on pumping until the next morning. you asked rafe if he could grab your pump from the kitchen, and without hesitation he jumped up and did it, quickly flicking on the lamp that sat on your bedside table. when rafe came back, he almost stopped dead in his tracks at the sight. there you were, completely topless as a small drop of milk dripped down the perfect swell that was your tit. you looked up at him from where he was standing in the doorway and giggled. “what? you want a taste?” he was never the same after he took you up on your offer..

₊˚⊹♡ L : LOCATION (favorite place to do the deed)

for babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader, nothing will ever beat them being in the comfort of their own home where the baby wasn’t far (the nursery being next door to their bedroom). maybe it was also a ‘peace of mind’ thing, because the one time they tried to have sex away from the baby, both of them couldn’t really focus and it didn’t work out. however, they thrived in their own environment, both of them basically having sex anywhere in the house. whether it was in the bedroom, the living room— or even in the shower.. home was their favorite place to be.

₊˚⊹♡ M : MOTIVATION (what turns them on?)

seeing each other be parents. for rafe, he loved how impossibly sweeter you had become. you were even more willing and softer than before, and he admired that greatly. you didn’t let the stresses of motherhood consume you, you just let him take the reigns whenever you needed a break. that established trust, love, and respect offered a reassurance that made both of you feel secure. as for pogue!sweetheart!reader.. she loved how protective rafe was. the constant need to have a hand on her at all times, the fact that he followed the sidewalk rule without you ever bringing it up, never walking ahead of you, never allowing you to touch door handles or carry anything, it all contributed to you feeling safe and taken care of.

₊˚⊹♡ N : NO (what they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

degradation. babydaddy!rafe refuses to call you names and/or embarrass/humiliate you. not just because you’re the mother of his child, but he just overall can’t bring himself to speak to you in a degrading manner. the one time you asked him to be a little bit mean in bed he felt so bad afterwards, it immediately felt wrong and neither of you didn’t like it. another thing that’s a big no in the bedroom is anything that causes you pain. deliberately hitting you, choking you without you asking for it, pulling your hair so hard you yelp— those are just a few that are on the list of don’ts!

₊˚⊹♡ O : ORAL (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc..)

between you and rafe, rafe is the one who can’t keep his head out from between your thighs. he’s definitely a giver more than a receiver and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way. he eats you out for his pleasure, and of course for yours too, but nothing gets him off like having you squirm and whine his name while you finish around his tongue. his slow and calculated movements have you trembling in his arms in no time, his end goal being you making a mess all over his face. he never failed, but god, would it wear you out afterwards. limbs so weak they felt like dead weight, your eyes blinking in and out of sleep from the force of your mutiple orgasms, but most of all— and rafe’s favorite part; your post orgasm(s) glow with that familiar fucked out expression etched onto your pretty face.

₊˚⊹♡ P : PACE (fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

slow and sensual has been their go-to from the very start. no rushing, no urgency, just them in their own little world where no one else exists. these two are more on the vanilla side, but they prefer it that way. rafe has always made sure to be relatively gentle with you, never speeding up or punctuating his thrusts unless you ask him for it (which you always do). you’re trailing soft kisses along rafe’s collarbones when he decides to ground himself into your core, his pubic bone rubbing your clit in hard and heavy circles. the sensation has your back arching into his chest, both of you staring deeply into each other’s eyes as he slowly but surely made you cry out in sheer pleasure.

₊˚⊹♡ Q : QUICKIE (their opinion and how often they do it)

they aren’t too keen on quickies, nor do they partake in them either. the only time they had a quickie was before pogue!sweetheart!reader was pregnant and rafe had to leave really early for a work meeting. there was no time for foreplay or aftercare, and rafe hated leaving you right after the deed was done (no worries though, he made up for it later that night). you giggled to yourself when rafe texted you nearly an hour later after he left, the words ‘why do i feel like a douchebag who just hit it and quit it??’ illuminating your phone screen.

₊˚⊹♡ R : RISK (do they take risks, etc..)

well.. they’re parents now, so ‘taking risks’ is one way to put it. they still aren’t taking precautions or using contraceptives so it’s safe to say that babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader are ‘risking it’ every time they need to get their hands on each other.. and while they’re not entirely closed off to having another baby, it’s not really their goal to get pregnant again, so that’s a topic of discussion they still need to have. their last resort ‘solution’ (since neither of them is really concerned to begin with) would be the pull out method.. and to say rafe’s pull out game was pathetic would be an understatement.

₊˚⊹♡ S : STAMINA (how long can he last?)

besides the fact that they already take their time, these two can go at it forever. marathon sex has been something they have indeed done on multiple occasions, not including the time they spent together in the beginning of their relationship when it was an everyday thing. babydaddy!rafe lasts relatively long only because he has to force himself not to cum too early until you’re cock drunk and hysterical by the time he fills you up— and even after that, he still takes pogue!sweetheart!reader round after round until she taps out..

₊˚⊹♡ T : TOYS (do they own or use any sex toys?)

babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader use toys (a vibrator) very rarely. they both have to be in a spontaneous mood to use the vibe that sits at the bottom of pogue!sweetheart!reader’s panty drawer. the only reason why they don’t use it normally is because rafe already has her finishing with little to no effort, considering he knows her body like the back of his hand. when they do use it though, they don’t stop until it needs to be charged again. rafe has way too much fun overstimulating you until your thighs lock around his hand and you have tears rolling down your cheeks.

₊˚⊹♡ U : UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

pogue!sweetheart!reader is a spoiled princess in the sense that babydaddy!rafe gives her everything she wants. there’s no teasing, no denying, no holding back when it comes to pleasing you. if rafe wants to hear you beg, then maybeee he’ll refrain from toying with your clit while your hips move desperately for some much needed attention. however, he’ll never make you go without getting what you ask for. the only ‘teasing’ that you do is when you wear something special to sleep to get rafe riled up, but of course, you find yourself folding to his advances just minutes later..

₊˚⊹♡ V : VOLUME (how loud are they?)

in the beginning whenever babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader started having sex again after the baby came home, they were far too scared that the baby would wake up if they made the slightest sound, so for about two months they were doing everything they can to minimize noise. covering each other’s mouths, biting down on their lips, biting down on each other, muffling moans with pillows, whatever it took to make sure they were quiet, they did it. but whenever you and rafe just needed a small break, wheezie would stay the night with the baby at tanneyhill, which meant you two had the house to yourselves, and there was nothing that can keep either of your volumes down.

₊˚⊹♡ W : WILDCARD (random headcanon)

babydaddy!rafe who can’t help but ask pogue!sweetheart!reader if he could fuck her tits. he’s watching her do her skincare routine from the bedroom, her pretty nightdress not doing anything to keep his eyes from running down the curves of her breasts, the sheer, pink material leaving nothing to the imagination as her nipples peeked at him through the fabric. pogue!sweetheart!reader let out a small sigh when she finally finished, her skin feeling warm and buttery soft once rafe took her in his arms, his hands not-so-subtly inching up her torso until he was groping her through her nightdress. “you’re gorgeous, baby,” rafe whispered softly, his voice dropping down to that dangerous baritone that made you bend to his every will, “how about letting me fuck these tits, hm?”

₊˚⊹♡ X : X-RAY (what’s going on in his pants?)

babydaddy!rafe is slightly girthy, but has more length than anything. your brain always goes blank at the sight, especially when he’s lining up with your entrance and you just know his tip will be nudging your cervix with every thrust. he stays cleaned up for the most part, considering he takes pride in both his hygiene and cleanliness. he has a slight curve that never fails to make you see stars every time he hits that sweet spot inside of you, your mouth falling open as a string of moans echo in his ears. rafe knows what he carries around, and god does he know how to use it.

₊˚⊹♡ Y : YEARNING (how high is their sex drive)

prior to having the baby, their sex drive was at an all time high. not only were they getting in multiple sessions a day, they quite literally couldn’t go without being in bed with each other for extended periods of time. whenever rafe had to go on the mainland with ward for some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he would come back to you and show you just how much he missed you, each orgasm hitting you harder than the last. however, now that the baby was here, the amount of ‘sexy’ time they shared had expectantly been cut down. knowing how tired each other must be, it has never been considered an inconvenience, nor a problem.

₊˚⊹♡ Z : Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards)

not as fast as they would like to, i’m afraid. although they could fall asleep right after the deed, they always take advantage of this time to take turns watching the baby while the other showers and gets ready for bed. thankfully, rafe always lets you go first, all of the day’s tension washing away as you scrub your body with rafe’s favorite body wash. whenever the baby is down, and you two are finally ready to call it a night, you’ll settle underneath the comforter as rafe’s arms wrap tightly around your waist, his chin resting in the curve of your neck. “same time tomorrow?” rafe teased, only feeling satisfied once he heard you laugh.

[bryan-writes]

Love is in the details— Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: You’re helping Fred redecorate the flat above Weaslys’ Wizard Wheezes :)

I wrote it w fem! Reader in mind but there aren’t any pronouns mentioned (correct me if I’m wrong pls!), domestic fluff, short and super sweet!

Lettme know if y’all like this one :), I wanna write more oneshots! Pls send requests if there’s anything you’d like to see me write <3

The beautiful dividers are by @cafekitsune :)

The flat above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was a disaster zone. Half-assembled furniture was cluttered in corners, mismatched paint swatches smeared the walls, and an old sofa sat awkwardly in the middle of the room, like a relic of chaos. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint and Fred’s cologne— a scent you could never quite place but always made your heart race.

“Alright, love,” Fred said, hands on his hips as he surveyed the mess with a grin. “What’s next on our list of tortures?”

“Second,” you continued, grabbing the checklist from the table, “we need to decide on a color for this wall. And I swear to Merlin, if you suggest purple and gold stripes again, I’m walking out!”

Fred gasped, clutching his chest. “You wound me! Those stripes were a stroke of genius!”

“They were an eyesore,” you countered, grinning.

“Fine, fine. You pick, but don’t blame me when it turns out boring.”

You rolled your eyes, flipping through the paint swatches. “You’re impossible.”

Fred leaned closer, resting his chin on your shoulder as you browsed. “And yet, you’re still here. Must mean you secretly like me.” His breath tickled your ear, and you nearly dropped the swatches.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, though the warmth spreading up your neck betrayed you.

Fred’s chuckle was low and soft, but he stayed close, watching as you pointed to a soft blue. “This one,” you said firmly. “It’s calming. You need calming.”

“Are you saying I’m not calm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You smirked. “You? Calm? Never.”

Fred straightened, grabbing the paint can with exaggerated determination. “Fine, calming blue it is. But you’re doing the edges.”

“Deal.”

Hours later, you were both covered in streaks of blue paint. A smear trenched across Fred’s cheek like a war stripe, and your arms looked like you’d been in a battle with a very enthusiastic artist. Despite the mess, the wall was finished, and it looked… surprisingly good.

Fred flopped onto the old sofa, groaning dramatically. “I’m a broken man.”

You laughed, sitting beside him. “Oh, please. You painted, like, two-thirds of one wall.”

“Exactly,” he said, turning his head to look at you. “I’ve given everything I had. My blood, sweat, and tears.”

“More like your bad jokes and terrible painting!”

Fred’s grin softened, and he reached out to brush a streak of blue off your cheek with his thumb. The playful atmosphere shifted slightly, the air growing quieter, warmer.

“You’re good at this,” he said, voice lower than before.

“At what? Painting?”

“Making a mess look like a home,” he said simply.

Your heart stuttered, and you looked away, focusing on a random spot on the wall. “Well, someone has to keep you in check.”

“You’re good at that too.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that said more than words could.

“You’ve got a bit of paint… right here,” Fred said, his fingers brushing your cheek again. His touch lingered this time, and when you turned to look at him, his eyes were already on you.

“Fred…” you started, but the words caught in your throat.

“Yeah?” He said softly, his gaze flicking to your lips for just a second.

You could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken something that had been building for weeks, maybe months. Your hand moved on its own, reaching up to rest on his wrist.

“I think…” you began, but he didn’t let you finish.

Fred leaned in, his lips brushing yours in the lightest of kisses, testing, waiting. When you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again, deeper this time, his free hand sliding to your waist. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his paint-speckled shirt.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and a little dazed, Fred grinned. “So, does this mean you secretly like me?”

You laughed, leaning your forehead against his. “You’re impossible.”

“But loveable,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your nose.

“Yeah,” you admitted, your smile softening. “Loveable.”

Fred pulled you closer, and for a while, you both forgot about the mess around you. The flat above the joke shop might still have been a work in progress, but for the first time, it truly felt like home.

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Can you watch my boyfriend for me?

Summary : you do the tiktok trend of leaving your phone to “watch” your boyfriend.

🎀★🎀★🎀★🎀★🎀

Chris and I were at dinner together and I had the idea of doing the tiktok trend where you set your phone up and leave to do something and they “watch” him, kinda like a babysitter in a way. I set my phone up on my glass of water and faced it towards Chris, starting the video and getting up. 

“Hey guys can you watch him while I go get the check please?” I say, getting up and walking away.

Chris looks from the phone to you walking away confused until he eventually understands that you aren’t coming back too soon. He looks at the phone while eating his chips and salsa. “Y’all want a chip?” He asks, holding a chip towards the phone. Chris being Chris had many random fun facts stored in his mind, and he was great at talking so he started listing off his facts.

“Umm did you guys know that ants don’t have lungs? Oh and baby elephants can’t control their trunk for a while after they’re born? Crazy right?”

He looked to see if you were coming back yet but you weren’t anywhere in sight yet so he kept talking to the phone. 

“Hmm what else do I know… Oh did you know that hummingbirds tongues are so long that they wrap around their head to protect themselves while they’re hammering? Ummm… a shrimp's heart is in its head. Ketchup used to be sold as medicine, so Matt would’ve been fucked. 

Oh, oh, the first person to be pulled over for speeding was going eight miles per hour.

Anddd did you know that wallabies can be pregnant for up to like two years, depending on when they wanna have the baby. “

When he finished listing his fun facts he could see you coming back so he sat there like nothing had happened, like he was just sitting there in silence with his chips. 

“Thanks for watching him guys” You smile at the phone as you stand next to Chris and grad your phone turning the video off. “Did you have fun?” You ask Chris.

“Yeah my chips were good.” He smiles as you both get your things and go out to your car to leave.

The caption of the video was “None of these even surprised me anymore, I’ve heard them so many times it’s crazy.”

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🏷: @matty-bear

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trust me? | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 4.4k (pwp)

summary: reader wants to try something new with paige after an impromptu trip to the sex store. based on this request!

author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you to the anon that sent this request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc DON’T tell me)

also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!

okay sorry i’m done talking, enjoy! x

nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.

you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion. 

immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.

after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.

you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”. 

you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.

by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.

“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“

“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.

“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.

you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.

your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.

you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs. 

after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.

paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock. 

“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.

“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.

she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.

“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.

as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.

you wish you had her underneath you right now.

stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by. 

everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.

you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed. 

when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.

“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.

“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.

just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves. 

“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.

“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”

“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.

you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.

sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.

“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.

her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now. 

feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.

“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.

“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.

“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling. 

she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.

you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”

“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.

“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.

“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.

paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.

she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.

she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.

“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.

“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.

her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.

before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now. 

you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.

you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.

“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.

“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.

you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.

paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.

you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.

“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.

“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.

“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.

you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own. 

you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her. 

“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.

“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.

“baby you know i do, cmon” 

“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.

your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric. 

they’re crotchless.

you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.

“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head. 

you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.

when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.

“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.

“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.

knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.

“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.

when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed. 

“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.

she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.

you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible. 

“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.

paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.

with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.

paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.

“fuck, baby what are you doing–“

“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.

she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.

“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you. 

your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.

“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.

“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.

“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”

“n-no, fuck” she hisses.

“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”

with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed. 

“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.

sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long. 

while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.

landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.

“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.

“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.

“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”

before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.

“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.

“shit– it’s perfect baby,”

“i bet.”

pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.

using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction. 

pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.

“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.

your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.

“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.

“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.

“oh really, any time? you promise?” 

an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure. 

her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.

paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”

leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.

“i-i can’t”

“you can.”

you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.

“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly. 

she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.

“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”

turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point. 

paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.

“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”

“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“

“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”

at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.

and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now. 

you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.

“i love you”

this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige. 

moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.

you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.

you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.

when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.

“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.

she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.

“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.” 

“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”

she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous. 

lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.

when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again. 

paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.

“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”

[mrs-delaney]

Picture Perfect

🏈 Joe Burrow x Reader

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The hotel room has that familiar pre-shoot chaos. Clothing racks line the walls, shoes are set up by the window, and jewelry cases cover the dresser. It's Joe's third Sports Illustrated cover, so you know the routine by now.

"I think this chain will work perfectly for the cold plunge shots," Kyle says, holding up a thick silver piece with pastel diamonds from one of the jewelry cases. "Very 'sports meets luxury,' apparently."

You watch Joe pull on a white t-shirt. He moves differently now than he did during his first SI shoot in 2019. No nervous energy, no second-guessing.

"You ready for this?" you ask.

"Yeah, I think so." Joe grabs his phone from the nightstand. "It's weird though. I actually feel like I know what I'm doing this time."

"That's probably because you're not overthinking everything now.” You laugh, "Remember your first cover when you barely said a word to anyone?"

"I was twenty-three," Joe says defensively. "Cut me some slack."

You stand up and straighten his collar out of habit, even though it's already fine. "You've definitely gotten more comfortable with all this."

"Yeah, well, practice makes perfect." He shrugs. "Plus having Kyle now helps."

"And now you actually trust your instincts." You pick up your purse and check that you have everything. "What's the schedule today?"

Kyle consults his tablet. "Leather jacket shots first, then the burgundy color way series, cigar setup after lunch, and cold plunge last. Should wrap by five if everything goes smoothly."

Joe nods, pulling on his jacket. "Sounds good. You ready?"

You look around the room one more time, making sure you haven't forgotten anything important. "Yeah, let's go make you look ridiculously good for the cameras."

"I don't have to try that hard," Joe says, but he's smiling.

"There's the ego I was waiting for."

* * *

The first location is downtown Cincinnati, with the city's skyline providing a clean urban backdrop. The crew has already set up reflectors and lights to work with the natural morning light. Clay, the photographer, is checking his camera settings when you arrive.

"Joe!" Clay waves him over. "Ready to make some magic?"

"Always, man," Joe says with that easy confidence again.

Kyle immediately gets to work, pulling the light blue leather jacket from its garment bag. It's gorgeous - buttery soft leather in a shade that looks both classic and modern at the same time. When Joe slips it on, it fits like it was made for him.

"How's that feel?" Kyle asks, adjusting the shoulders.

"Good. Really good." Joe rolls his shoulders, testing the movement. "Not too stiff."

You're standing off to the side, watching the familiar pre-shoot routine, when Joe catches your eye in the reflection of a nearby mirror. "What do you think?"

It's a simple question. The same kind he's asked dozens of times during shoots. But something about the way he's looking at you makes you pause.

"It looks great," you say, and your voice comes out a little quieter than intended.

The jacket does look great. More than great. The color brings out his eyes, and the cut emphasizes his shoulders in a way that's almost unfair. Add in the sunglasses Kyle hands him, and he looks like he stepped off a magazine cover - which, you suppose, is exactly the point.

"Yeah?" Joe adjusts the collar, still watching you. "Not too much?"

"No, it's perfect."

There's something different about his expression. A slight smirk that wasn't there a minute ago. Like he knows exactly what you're thinking.

Clay calls for the first shot, and Joe moves toward the backdrop. But as he passes you, he leans in just close enough that you can smell his cologne.

"Keep watching," he says quietly. "I want to know what you think."

Joe poses against the building for the first few shots, but you notice he's not paying attention to Clay's direction or Kyle's adjustments. He's watching you.

"That's it," Clay says after a particularly good shot. "Perfect. That confidence is exactly what we need."

Joe nods, but his eyes find yours again. "How am I doing?"

"You know how you're doing." And he does. He knows he looks good, and more importantly, he knows you think so too.

"Maybe. But I want to hear it from you."

Kyle steps forward to adjust something on the jacket, but Joe waves him off. "Actually, can you..." He looks at you. "Can you check this? The collar feels off."

It's not off. You can see that from where you're standing. But you walk over anyway, reaching up to smooth the already-perfect collar. Joe's very still as you touch him, and when you glance up, he's watching your face intently.

"Better?" he asks, and his voice is lower than it was a minute ago.

"It was fine before."

"I'm not talking about the collar." That smirk again. "I'm talking about you. Are you better?"

"No, actually. Worse. Thank you."

You step back, suddenly aware that Kyle and Clay are both looking at you. "It's good. You look good."

"Good enough for Sports Illustrated?"

"I think you already know the answer to that."

Joe's phone buzzes, and he glances at it quickly. "Clay, can we take five? I need to make a quick call."

"Sure, no problem."

Joe walks off to make a quick phone call. When he returns, he has this satisfied look on his face.

"Ready?" Clay asks.

"Yeah," Joe says, sliding the sunglasses back on. "Let's keep going."

But as the shoot continues, you notice he's watching you more deliberately now. Catching your eye during breaks. Making comments meant just for you. Small things that make it clear this has become about more than just the magazine.

* * *

The next setup is inside Social House, in one of their private lounges with moody lighting and rich leather furniture. Clay and his team are adjusting the lights while Kyle prepares the wardrobe change.

"This is going to be perfect," Kyle says, holding up the burgundy button up. "Very sophisticated, but still relaxed."

Joe changes into the burgundy button up over a black sweater. Kyle hands him the matching black shorts to complete the look.

"What do you think of the shorts?" Joe asks, but he's looking directly at you instead of Kyle.

"It's good," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Just good?" He's using that voice again, the one that's been making you stumble over words since the first outfit change.

"It's very good."

Kyle steps forward with a final adjustment to the lapels, but Joe holds up a hand. "Actually..." He looks at you again. "Can you check if this is sitting right? The shoulders feel weird."

You know they're not weird. Kyle is too good at his job for that, and you can see the button up fits perfectly. But you walk over anyway, smoothing your hands across his shoulders. The fabric is expensive, soft under your palms, and Joe goes very still under your touch.

"Fixed?" he asks quietly.

"It was fine before."

"I know." His voice is low enough that only you can hear it. "But I know you wanted to touch me."

You step back quickly, heat rising in your cheeks. Kyle and Clay are setting up the shot, apparently oblivious to whatever just happened.

"Alright, Joe," Clay calls out. "Let's move over to this backdrop."

Joe moves to the geometric wall backdrop. He puts one hand in his pocket, the burgundy jacket open over his black sweater.

"That's it," Clay says, adjusting his angle. "Just like that."

Between takes, Joe catches your eye.

"How's this look?" he asks, but he's looking at you, not Clay.

"Good," you manage.

"Yeah?" He adjusts his stance slightly, the burgundy shirt falling perfectly across his frame. "You sure?"

There's something in his tone that makes your pulse quicken. He's doing this on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Kyle steps in to adjust something, but Joe waves him off again. "Can you..." He looks at you. "I think this sleeve is twisted."

You walk over anyway. The sleeve isn't twisted at all.

"It's not twisted, Joe."

"No? Maybe check the other one then."

You reach out to check the sleeve, just to end this charade, but Joe's hand covers yours. His skin is warm, and he doesn't let go immediately. 

"Thanks," he says, his thumb brushing across your knuckles before he releases your hand.

Clay calls for another setup, and Joe moves to a different position. But every shot feels deliberate now, like he's performing specifically for you. The way he holds the bag, the angle of his jaw, the slight smirk that never quite leaves his face.

"Joe," Clay says after a particularly good shot, "whatever you're thinking about, keep thinking about it. The camera loves this energy."

Joe's eyes find yours again. "Just thinking about how much I'm enjoying this shoot."

The words are innocent enough, but the way he says them - and the way he's looking at you - makes them feel like anything but.

Kyle starts packing up, preparing for the next location. Joe doesn't move immediately, just stands there looking satisfied with himself.

"Ready for the next one?" Kyle asks.

"Yup," Joe says, but he's still looking at you. "This is turning out to be a very interesting day."

* * *

The next setup is in a different area of Social House, arranged to look like an intimate gentleman's lounge. Leather chairs, warm lighting, and rich wood paneling create the perfect backdrop for what Clay calls "old school luxury."

Kyle hands Joe a floral jacket and matching pants to go with a white shirt.

"Alright," Clay says, holding up an expensive-looking cigar. "I know you've done this plenty of times before."

"Yeah," Joe says with a grin, taking the cigar. "Though usually not with this much lighting."

He settles into the leather chair like he owns the place, lighting the cigar with the ease of someone who's done this many times before. You've been there for plenty of those moments - celebrations, events, casual nights - but watching him do it for the cameras is different.

"You like this?" he asks, but his eyes are on you, not Clay.

"Perfect," Clay says. "Don't change a thing."

But Joe isn't looking at Clay. He's watching you, that smirk on his face again. He takes another draw from the cigar and exhales slowly, eyes on you the whole time.

"You know," he says between shots, "this feels more natural than some of the other setups."

"It should," you say. "You've had plenty of practice."

"Yeah?" He leans back in the chair. "You like watching me smoke?"

"You know I do," you say.

"Good." He takes another draw, never breaking eye contact. "I like knowing you're watching."

Kyle is adjusting lights with Clay, giving you a moment of relative privacy, but Joe's words make your pulse quicken anyway.

"Joe," Clay calls out. "Can you lean forward slightly? I want to catch the smoke better."

Joe complies, leaning closer to you. You can smell his cologne mixed with the cigar smoke.

"Does this look as good as those other photos?" he asks you quietly.

"Better," you admit before you can stop yourself.

"Good." He takes another slow draw, never breaking eye contact. "Because I want to look better for you than I do for anyone else."

The words are quiet enough that Clay and Kyle can't hear, but they make your pulse quicken. He's being deliberately provocative now, testing boundaries.

"That's a wrap on this setup," Clay announces. "Joe, you're a natural. Though I guess that's not news to anyone."

Joe stubs out the cigar carefully, but he doesn't get up immediately. Instead, he leans back in the chair, looking completely satisfied with himself.

"What's next?" he asks Kyle.

"Cold plunge" Kyle says, consulting his notes. "The big finish."

"Perfect." Joe finally stands, but as he passes your chair, he leans down just close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear.

"Save some of that energy," he murmurs. "We're just getting started."

* * *

The final setup requires a move to Contrast Studios, another Cincinnati location. The crew packs up efficiently while you and Joe make your way to the next location.

At Contrast Studios, there's a cold plunge tub set up and ready to go.

"This is going to be incredible," Clay says, adjusting his camera settings. "Very 'Joe Brrr' - you know, the whole theme."

Joe has changed back into the burgundy blazer for this shot and stands next to the cold plunge, looking completely unfazed by what he's about to do.

"So we're doing this in the blazer?" Joe asks Kyle.

"Yeah, the contrast will be perfect. High fashion meets ice water."

Joe nods and approaches the edge of the cold plunge. "The things I do for fashion," he says, but he's grinning.

"At least you're used to these," you say.

"Doesn't mean I like them any more," he says, testing the water with one foot and immediately pulling it back. "Still freezing."

"We need you all the way in," Clay instructs. "Arms spread, really own the moment."

Joe takes a deep breath and steps into the cold plunge. His shoulders jerk up from the cold, but he settles in and spreads his arms along the edges like Clay wanted.

The burgundy jacket immediately soaks through, clinging to his frame, and his hair gets wet from the splashing. But it's the way he's looking directly at you - completely confident despite being in freezing water - that makes your mouth go dry.

"How do I look?" he asks, his voice tight from the cold but his eyes never leaving yours.

You can't answer immediately because the sight has completely derailed your train of thought.

"You look..." you start, then stop.

"Yeah?" He shifts slightly, water sloshing around him. "I look what?"

"Insane," you manage. "You look insane."

Joe laughs. "Well, as long as it's working."

Clay is shooting rapidly, capturing every angle. "This is perfect, Joe. Whatever you're thinking about, keep thinking about it."

"I'm thinking about how much I'm going to appreciate being warm later," Joe says, but his eyes are still on you.

"That's the cover shot right there," Clay says after getting a particularly good angle. "Perfect."

But Joe's intensity isn't for the camera. It's for you, and you both know it. Every shot feels deliberate, like he's performing specifically for you while Clay happens to be capturing it.

"Alright," Clay calls out after a few more shots. "Let's get you out and do a few in the tank top for variety."

Joe climbs out of the cold plunge, water streaming from the soaked blazer. Kyle immediately hands him a towel, but Joe doesn't use it right away. Instead, he runs his hands through his wet hair, slicking it back.

"That was actually kind of fun," he says, and you realize he's not even shivering that much.

"You're not freezing?"

"Oh, I'm freezing," Joe says with a grin. "But it was worth it for the look on your face."

Kyle starts helping him out of the soaked blazer. "We need to get you changed for the next shot. White tank and the chain."

Joe disappears into the changing room and emerges a few minutes later in a white tank top and that silver chain with pastel diamonds Kyle picked out this morning.

The chain stands out against the white tank top. It's simpler than the other outfits, but it works.

"Alright," Clay says, clearly pleased with what he's seeing through his viewfinder. "Back in for a few more shots."

Joe gets back into the water, and this time the reaction is even more pronounced. The cold hits him again, and you can see him tense up. But he settles in, that chain glinting against the white tank top as he spreads his arms again.

"How's this?" he asks, and his voice is rougher now from the second round of cold.

You literally cannot form words. Because Joe Burrow is sitting in a cold plunge in a white tank top that's now clinging to every muscle, with that chain catching the studio lights, looking like some kind of magazine shoot come to life, and he's staring at you like you're the only person here.

"That good?" he asks, and there's amusement in his voice despite the cold.

"Don't get cocky," you manage.

"Too late," he says, and flashes you a grin that makes your knees weak.

Clay is shooting like crazy, and you can tell he knows he's getting something special. "Joe, this is incredible. The intensity in your eyes right now - perfect."

"Can you hand me that towel?" Joe asks when Clay finally calls for a break.

You walk over with the towel, trying to act normal, but when you get close enough to hand it to him, Joe catches your wrist gently.

"You're staring," he says quietly.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are." His thumb brushes across your wrist. "And I like it."

"Joe..."

"What?" His eyes are dancing with mischief despite the fact that he's been in freezing water twice. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"You're making me something," you admit with a laugh before you can stop yourself.

Joe's grin widens. "Good. That's exactly what I was going for. Been working on it all day."

Kyle approaches with a robe, breaking the moment. "Alright, let's get you warmed up. That's a wrap on the cold plunge."

Joe stands up slowly, water cascading off him, and accepts the robe Kyle offers. But before he puts it on, he looks at you one more time.

He winks at you before putting on the robe.

* * *

"Alright, that's a wrap!" Clay announces, lowering his camera with obvious satisfaction. "Joe, that was incredible. These shots are going to be perfect for the issue."

The crew immediately springs into action, packing up lights and equipment with practiced efficiency. Joe, now in warm clothes and looking significantly less hypothermic, accepts congratulations from various crew members.

"Seriously, man," one of the lighting assistants says, "I've never seen anyone handle a cold plunge like that for photos. Most people are shaking too much to get a good shot."

"Just gotta commit to it," Joe says with a grin, toweling off his hair one more time.

Kyle is carefully packing up the jewelry and clothes, making sure everything is accounted for. "Clay got something special with that cover shot," he says.

"You think that's the one?" Joe asks.

"Oh, absolutely. The intensity was perfect." Kyle glances between Joe and you with a knowing look. "Whatever you were thinking about in there, it translated perfectly."

You feel heat rise in your cheeks, but Joe just smirks. "I was very motivated."

Clay approaches with his camera, scrolling through the shots on the back screen. "Want to see some of these?"

Joe walks over, and you follow. Even on the small camera screen, you can see why Clay is so excited. The shots are striking - Joe looks confident, intense, completely commanding despite being in freezing water.

"These are going to look incredible in print," Clay says. "The contrast, the intensity in your eyes... it's perfect for the whole 'sports meets style' theme."

The crew continues packing up around you, the energy winding down from the high of a successful shoot. Joe signs a few things, takes some behind-the-scenes photos with crew members, the usual end-of-shoot routine.

"Alright, we're heading out," Kyle says, shouldering his bag of styling tools. "Great work today, Joe."

"Thanks, man. See you soon."

Clay and the remaining crew members filter out, still talking enthusiastically about the shots. Soon the studio is nearly empty, just a few people finishing up the last of the equipment.

"By the way," Joe says casually as he checks his phone, "I got us a room at the hotel down the street for tonight."

"Figured we shouldn't rush back home after a day like today. I've been driving you crazy all day, seems like I should finish what I started."

"How long have you been planning this?"

"Remember when I took that phone call during the leather jacket shoot?"

You stare at him, processing this. "That was you booking the hotel?"

"That was me realizing we weren't making it home tonight."

"And you just... decided to torture me for the rest of the day?"

Joe's grin widens. "Torture? That's a strong word." He steps closer, lowering his voice. "I'd call it... motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"For you to finally admit how much you were enjoying it."

You cross your arms. "I think I made that pretty obvious."

"You did." He grins. "But I wanted to hear you say it."

"What, that watching you strip down and get in ice water turned me on? You already knew that."

"Yeah, but hearing you say it is better." He steps closer. "Plus, I had to make sure you were as worked up as I was."

You shake your head, but you're smiling now. "So this whole day was just you showing off?"

"This whole day was me making sure we'd end up exactly where we are right now."

"And where's that?"

"Alone, with you looking at me like that, and a hotel room waiting."

* * *

The door shuts and neither of you moves. Joe tosses his bag aside. Something's shifted in his expression.

“I’m in a certain kind of mood after today,” he says, voice low but easy, almost conversational. “And right now? You’re about to show me exactly how much you liked what you saw.”

“Pretty sure I already made it obvious,” you say, smiling now, “but I’m happy to show you. What did you have in mind?”

Joe just looks at you for a moment, leaning back against the wall.

“Come here,” he says, quiet.

You move toward him, stopping when you're close enough to touch.

He looks you up and down, then meets your eyes again. When he talks, his voice is quiet.

“Unbutton my pants.”

He gives that a moment to sink in.

“Then get on your knees.”

You hold his gaze a second longer, then reach out and undo the button on his pants.

He’s still watching you—not saying anything, just waiting—as you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Pull ‘em down,” he says quietly.

You do, tugging his pants just low enough, your eyes flicking up to meet his again.

His voice is lower this time, and just a little rough around the edges.

“Now show me, baby.”

You take him in your hand, giving him one slow stroke.

He sucks in a sharp breath, then reaches down, fingers sliding into your hair.

“Put it in,” he says quietly, guiding your head forward.

You look up at him, then lean in and take him into your mouth.

His hand tightens in your hair, not rough, just holding you there, thumb brushing along your cheek.

He lets out a low sound, watching you the whole time.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper.

You keep going, his hand in your hair; guiding you how he wants you. Every time you look up, his eyes are on you.

After a bit, he pulls in a shaky breath.

“Is this what you wanted?”

You pull off just long enough to answer, voice low.

“Yeah.”

His jaw tightens when you go back to it, his fingers tightening a little more in your hair.

“Fuck,” he mutters, just under his breath, watching you.

He lets you keep going, breathing hard now, his hand guiding your pace just a little. After another moment, his other hand finds your cheek again, thumb brushing over your skin.

“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.

You meet his eyes, not breaking rhythm.

You keep going, his eyes locked on yours. He’s breathing harder now, jaw clenched.

He tightens his grip, stopping you.

“Wait,” he says, voice rough. “Come here.”

He reaches down, hands on your arms, and pulls you up to him. Once you’re standing, he leans in and kisses you hard.

He doesn’t let you go. Instead, he turns you toward the bed and walks you over, hands at your hips.

He bends you over the edge, coming in close behind you.

“Please be fucking ready,” he mutters, voice rough in your ear.

You can’t help but laugh, glancing back at him. “I’ve been ready all day.”

You feel him tug at your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear down. He doesn’t waste any time, he just pushes them out of the way, then moves in behind you, pressing close.

“You want this?” he asks, voice low, right at your ear.

“You know I do,” you tell him.

He pushes in, and both of you let out a sound—something raw, caught between a gasp and a groan. All that teasing, gone.

“You’ve been practically drooling over me all day,” he says, voice rough.

“Yes,” you manage, not hiding it.

He holds you tighter, starting to move, his breath at your ear. “You made me do that whole shoot thinking about this.”

You grip the sheets, voice breaking a little. “Joe, please fuck me.”

He grabs your hips, holds you steady, and finally gives in—driving into you hard enough you have to brace yourself on the bed.

He groans your name, like he’s been holding it in for hours.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters, his hands tight on you, pace quickening.

You don’t try to muffle it, the sounds you make—there’s nothing polite about it, not with the way you’ve both wanted this all day.

He leans over, mouth at your shoulder, voice rough in your ear. “You’re mine. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you manage, half moan, half promise.

He thrusts harder, chasing whatever you both needed since this morning. The only thing in the room is the sound of your bodies and his name, over and over.

He stops suddenly, pulling out, then turns you around and guides you onto the bed.

Without a word, he spreads your legs and goes down on you. His hands hold you as he works, mouth relentless, not stopping until you’re shaking beneath him.

You can’t hold back, fingers tight in his hair.

“Fuck—yes, yes, yes—” spills out before you can even think about it.

He glances up, mouth still on you, voice rough. “You like that?”

“Yes—fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” you gasp, voice shaking.

You come hard, hips lifting off the bed, his hands holding you the whole time.

You’re still catching your breath when he thrusts into you again, rougher this time, his grip tight at your waist.

You pull him closer, legs wrapping around him.

You dig your nails into his back, not letting up. “Don’t stop,” you whisper, and he doesn’t—his rhythm hard, and desperate, as both of you chasing the edge together.

"I’m right fucking there,” he grits out, voice rough against your ear.

“Me too,” you manage, barely louder than a whisper.

He thrusts hard a few more times, groaning your name as he comes. You fall apart right after, clinging to him, both of you breathless and wrecked.

You're both quiet for a while.

Then he leans down and kisses you. It's soft, sweet. When he pulls back, he says, "Thank you, baby."

He finally pulls out and flops onto the bed beside you, one arm thrown over his eyes. You both just lie there, catching your breath, the sheets tangled and half off the mattress.

After a few minutes, Joe shifts closer and pulls you against his chest. His arm wraps around you, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder.

"I love you," he says suddenly, like he just needs to say it.

"I love you too." You tilt your head to look at him. "Even when you spend entire days trying to drive me insane."

He smiles, that real smile that's just for you. "Especially then."

[starlit-writer]

loyalty of a guard dog - sub!simon riley x dom!reader (18+ MDNI)

y’all seem to enjoy smut sooooo… have submissive simon riley to tide you over while i finish writing the second part of psychopathy (and the next chapter of in sickness and in health i PROMISE ITS COMING)

cw: dom/sub dynamics, explicit smut, simon has a pantyhose fetish, if you squint there’s stuff with feet (sorry not sorry)

masterlist

simon can’t remember how it started. can barely remember life without you in it, if he’s honest. you have been his tether to sanity for longer than he would like to admit. when everything gets to be too much, the demons in his mind and his past too loud, you are his solace.

but it’s time like this that that part is hard to remember.

the power dynamic at play could not be any more obvious than it is right now. he’s achingly hard. the pain in his knees is starting to burn from where you have him kneeling on the hard wooden floor of your flat, his hands palm up on the top of his thighs - the perfect symbol of devotion, of submission. and you, lounging in front of him without a care in the world. you, still fully clothed, one beautiful leg crossed over the other, while he is fully nude. his neglected cock bobs, desperate for even the smallest bit of attention. his pale, scarred skin is flush, the bright red of a heady mixture of embarrassment and arousal that makes his head spin.

his chest is heaving, a pathetic whimper bubbling in his throat as he stares up at you. you glance down at him, the tiniest smirk playing on your plush lips as you watch him.

“somethin’ wrong, si?”

oh, gods, he’s so fucking gone that even watching the way your lips form around the silk sweet words that come out is fucking pornographic. the whimper finally breaks free as he tries to find the words that are dancing on the tip of his tongue. he swallows thickly, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

“please… please, let me touch you. i just wanna touch you. i’ve been… i’ve been good,” he rasps out.

your smirk widens as his words wash over you. you uncross your legs, teasing him with what lay at the glistening apex of your thighs. “you wanna touch? that all you want?” you reply, voice dripping with smug seduction. you have him right where you want him, hanging on to your every word, and wrapped around your little finger.

simon’s eyes roll back, the desperation and burning need for you, for anything, becoming almost unbearable. but, before anything else, he was a soldier, a loyal guard dog, and a dog follows orders. you told him not to move, to sit and stay, and he would listen, even as his weeping cock, almost purple with pulsating need, bobs up and down to try and get any sort of stimulation. “please, i just need you. need to make you feel good. need you. so, so bad. please, let me have you.”

you hum softly, your deft fingers tracing lightly over your chest, down, down, down until they reach the damp spot between your thighs. you tap the spot once, twice, three times, withholding the jolt of pleasure from showing in your face with an iron will. simon would do anything for you, devotion to the point of obsession, but what he didn’t know is that you would do the same for him. and sometimes, that meant this - teasing the man until he was nearly delirious with need, so deep into that perfect floaty space that he craves so badly after a particularly rough time. your pleasure, at this moment in time, is entirely irrelevant. you have to take care of your boy. “well, how can i deny such a compelling request from my pretty boy, hmm?”

you stand up slowly, letting the skirt of your dress fall back over the sheer black fabric of the tights you have on underneath as you send up a small thanks to whatever deity is listening that you decided to dress up for work today. it drives simon crazy to see you all done like this. you take a single step closer, then another, and another, and another, until you are a mere inch away from where he is kneeling. as you look down at him, you can see the way his body is vibrating as he holds back from touching you. his gaze is pleading, his scarred bottom lip sticking out slightly in a subconscious pout. you bring your hand up to cup one of his cheeks, a small smile playing on your own plush lips.

“you’re so pretty, you know that? such a good boy for me. you look so perfect on your knees like that for me,” you whisper, your voice light with affection as your thumb strokes his cheekbone. “how about this, hmm? tonight, we start slow,” you explain quietly as you bring your foot up to rest against his aching cock.

“it’s late, you just got back from deployment, and i want you to feel good,” you continue as you apply a little more pressure to his cock, which causes him to lean forward slightly, a light whine of pleasure pushing past his lips. “so, no touching with your hands. however, i give you full reign to put that beautiful cock to work between my legs. how’s that sound, love? hmm?”

simon blinks up at you, his pupils blown with wanton desire. it takes a moment for your words to sink in, but as you adjust your stance to better allow him to slot his cock between your stocking-clad calves, he nods vigorously. he lifts his hips up to nudge the head of his cock between the silky nylon, and his eyes roll back in his head again. the bright red flush that has been covering his skin flares back to life, that same mixture of embarrassment and arousal kicking into high gear as he starts to fuck into your calves.

he’s a whining, shaking mess as he tries to get off. but it’s hard not being able to touch you, to not be able to make the pressure between your legs just right, to have to focus all of his energy on staying upright as he fucks into you, or to even just feel the way the black tights you pulled on this morning before going to work feel underneath his palms. the only relief he gets is being able to feel the drag of the silky nylon catch on the head of his cock as the precum dribbling out of him soaks the fabric in earnest.

he feels your fingers tangle in his short, curly blond locks as his hips piston into you, and a wanton moan rips from between his lips as you yank his head back, exposing his throat to you. he hears you laugh, a dark, lilting thing that draws him in like a siren. it’s a promise wrapped in a barbed paper - it’s going to be a long night. “look at you, si. such a pretty fucking cock. too bad it’s being wasted on some stockings, isn’t it? but it just feels too good, doesn’t it? you love the way it feels, and you love being on your knees and humping me like the perfect dog you are, huh?”

he nods again, another pleasured whine pushing past his lips as the motion tugs on his hair deliciously. he knows he should be answering with his words, but he is far too gone to have any semblance of ability to speak coherently. his heart races in time with his hurried, erratic thrusts, his breaths ragged and filled with pleasure as he barrels towards his release. he forces his eyes to open so he can look up at you, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and pupils blown.

“please, let me cum. lemme cum, love, please. wanna be so good for you, just… just let me cum.”

you smirk, biting your lip and letting your own head fall back to break the eye contact, pretending like you have to think about it. his pace picks up again, his thrusts so sharp and quick that for the briefest of moments you worry about the possibility of his cock getting the equivalent of rug burn. buy, he hasn’t tapped out verbally or non verbally, so you push the thought aside. you tap your chin, really playing up the theatrics of making this decision before you sigh a little dramatically. “alright, since you asked so sweetly, i give you my permission to cum.”

it does not take long after that word is out of your mouth for his release to come barreling towards him. one thrust more, and his cock is spurting out cum onto the floor behind you, his thrusts become haphazard as he chases the last bits of his orgasm. his breathing is heavy as he starts to come down, his cheek coming to rest on your thigh. you smile, a sense of pride filling your chest as you reach down to cup his cheek again as you let him catch his breath. he nuzzles into your touch before turning his cheek slightly to press a gentle kiss into your palm. you stroke his cheek lovingly as you watch him, looking for any immediate signs of subdrop.

“color?” you ask softly.

“green,” he mumbles against your palms with a smile on his lips. “i fuckin’ love you in stockings.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head slightly in amusement. “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. i promise cuddles and a chinese takeaway for the night with our favorite shitty reality show reruns, yeah?”

——————————— fin ———————————

(lol that turned out SO much longer than i expected it to be l m f a o but ah well, the brain worms had to be fed. anyways, eat well lovelies and don’t forget to always practice kink safely!!!

[standamianwayne]

yandere!batfam/damian’s twin!reader

stepmom selina anyone?? anyone interested in some stepmom selina?? (me, i am)

i feel like selina would be such a girl mom but also i have this image of damian’s twin being like his opposite. sooo i think the dynamic between her and selina would be fun cause it’s like black sheep & white sheep.

selina would try and teach her the art of stealth and reader would teach her the art of idk friendship?? no but fr i feel like reader and selina would be such a fun duo. bruce’s girls tbh like they team up and they’re unstoppable. also can you imagine the boy advice selina would give? “yeah just steal one of his prized possessions and he’ll come after you. works every time 😏” like okay thanks queen! in terms of like yandere behavior, i feel like she’s one to plant the little seeds of doubt in reader’s mind about others. like “aw sweetie it’s okay, you’re way too good for them! you never do anything wrong 🥹.” meanwhile the person in question is filing for bankruptcy cause their valuables are gone.

barbara is so ‘cool older sister’ coded it’s actually insane. she’s incredibly smart and good with tech, plus she’s really pretty and cool as hell??? reader is like “hiii hello hiii ” and she INSTANTLY becomes her newest role model.

her like ‘yandereness’ would probably be similar to tim’s but instead of trying to keep reader home, she more so just watches her. like if reader wants to go to a party and it’s on a bad corner of town, barbs will give her directions to go to avoid the most trouble. probably the least likely to kill someone tbh i just can’t see her doing it.

reader and cassandra they were both raised by assassins so they probably bond over that and then how life is after leaving. it’s canon that cass can speak (which we’ve seen her do) but she uses body language instead of words. with this, i like to think that she can teach reader how to read people easier. you know, as a little bonding activity! also damian is canonically good with music (the violin specifically i believe), so reader is likely the same. so now just imagine reader playing an instrument while cass dances 🙏.

cass’s type of yandere is mostly just watching from the shadows. like reader brings a boyfriend home and cass is in the corner standing like mothman. if anyone does reader wrong TRUST cass will be kicking the hell out of them 🙏🙏.

stephanie, like duke, is the closest to the normal sibling experience one can get 😭 but tbh i see her as being more as a best friend that’s a ‘sister figure.’ plus i like stephcass so screw you that’s canon now. having improvised fashion shows at 4am, gossiping about everything and everyone (which she then tells cass but shhhh), having self care days like that’s her bff! with steph i feel like she’s not the type to actually attack anyone directly, but instead just telling cass and/or tim about whatever (or whoever) it is reader is having problems with. now if they’re patrolling together and reader gets attacked? yeah she’ll beat the other person up! (or at least get a couple hits in if reader already took care of it)

now that the fam is written for, please please please send any requests y’all wanna see! romantic (outside the batfam ONLY!!! no sweet home alabama here) or platonic, feel free to send an ask or leave a comment!

heyyyy… heyyyy…. how yall doing….? 😔😔 sorry for disappearing buuuut thanks so much for sticking around! sorry if this part doesn’t quite live up to the other two but somehow the girls are harder to write for?? i hope i got them but honestly any criticism would be appreciated. also i kinda skimped over the yandere part for helena so sorry abt that😭. might go back in and change it but who knows.

also i’ve been fixated on conner kent for some reason???? that’s my pookie guys yall dont get it.

anyways love love LOVE yall so much bye byeeee ❤️

[starpoolsworld]

Being Charles Child and Dating Logan would include

Im super into X-Men again so if y’all wanna send any requests related to the X-Men please feel free <3

Slowburn anyone?

You met Logan for the first time when your dad introduced you to him

Your dad obviously knew something was up

He didn’t even have to read your mind

Everybody knew, except you and Logan

Logan was a little cold towards you in the beginning, but that's just how he is

Your friendliness and kindness is what drew him closer to you

Despite having to teach mutants all day, you always made time for Logan (which he appreciated)

Many late night conversations

Walking around the mansion together

Baking/ Cooking together! Although Logan doesn't know what to do half the time so he just watches you

"Logan, it said 1 teaspoon, not 1 tablespoon"

"Oops"

Your father probably reading Logans mind

Just to make sure he's serious about you

But obviously Charles approves, if you're happy he's happy

He's not too happy to find you guys making out from time to time however

You and Logan training together

Going on missions together

Logan is impressed with how well you can fight

Logan always sticks up for you when you're arguing with your dad (or Cyclops for that matter)

Best friends with all of the X-Men and training the younger mutants with Logan

It makes your father happy to see you and Logan come back safely from a mission

Your dad and Logan would do anything for you <3

[h8ani]

Prompt #21 with Sasuke from Naruto please! 🥰 Surprise me!

Part One → Part Two → Part Three → Part Four

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: you hate him and he hates you, but when he shows up out of nowhere demanding to speak to you all of those years of pent up hatred come out

Warnings: this is the first smut I wrote in years so that’s a warning in itself, rough doggy, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry sasuke, oral (female receiving), missionary for 2.5 seconds, angry reader at sasuke

Prompt: “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

A/N - look I actually tried really hard on this and I lowkey wanna make a pt2 to this so please tell me if y’all would want it! Feel free to request a prompt!

"Isn't he so cute!"

"I'm going to marry him someday."

"Sasuke is so cool!"

Hearing his name you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You couldn't stand his attitude even at your young age. It was always someone trying to one up the other, whether it be you excelling in your chakra control or him beating someone else in seconds in a sparring match. You hated him, you hated his attitude and you hated how every girl would throw herself in front of a kunai for him. You hated Sasuke Uchiha and he hated you.

Your feelings towards him weren't one sided either, he could've left you alone but no, he had to bother you any chance he got. Clearly he developed damage to his brain where he can't learn to develop the skills of empathy and self control.

The teasing wasn't that bad, it was the shitty tricks he'd pull and act like it wasn't him. If you wanna pull a prank on someone at least take ownership instead of being a pussy. Did you just call a 12 year old a pussy? Yes. Yes you did. Sasuke Uchiha at 12 years old was a pussy and you've told him that to his face too.

                                          ~~~

"You're leaving." You say as more of a statement than a question. You look at the brooding kid in front of you, his hand on his backpack strap tightening as he stares angrily at you.

"What does it matter to you?"

"It doesn't but-"

"Then shut up and mind your business." He interjects quickly causing you to stare daggers at him.

"You're a pussy." You push off from the wall you were leaning on and brush past him. "You were weak during exams and you're weak now." You begin to walk away past him when his grips the collar of your shirt and slams you back into the wall you were on. "Hey asshole!-"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He cuts you off, his face only mere inches from you.

"You wanna kiss pretty boy?" You shove him away as hard as you can creating some distance between the two of you. "Just get the fuck out of the village already."

And so he did.

You couldn't feel any happier once Sasuke was out of the village. The pain in your ass wasn't there anymore and you felt like you didn't need to prove yourself as the top of your class anymore even though you have been graduated from the academy for over two years. You were perfectly fine without him, everyone else he supposedly made 'friends' with, if he was even able to make actual friends that is; they were worried, suddenly wanting to go out and retrieve him like he was taken. Once again Sasuke was the top priority to everyone minds.

You couldn't care less about Sasuke Uchiha.

                                      ~~~

He hasn't crossed your mind on your own accord in years. You hadn't seen him in years, you know he's still a topic around the village but you tend to zone everyone out when he gets brought up and at this point in time it's been working. Out of sight, out of mind, he could have gotten himself killed in a random battle and you don't think you'd shed a single tear for him.

You hear a bang at your front door which catches your attention immediately, you go to ignore it thinking it's the neighbor's kid across from your apartment kicking the ball they had against your door until the banging becomes repetitive, the more bangs coming from the other side of the door the louder they became. You swing the door open looking to see who or what was the cause of the annoying noise only to be shoved to the side into the door frame. "What the hell!" You raise your voice grabbing the wrist of who barged in, you get overpowered and pulled back into your apartment and the door gets slammed. You look up at the intruder who shoved his way into your home and see him. "Sasuke?"

Sasuke looks frustrated to say the least. He has the same signature scowl he's always had on his face and the same posture with his arms crossed over his chest while looking around your apartment. There doesn't seem to be a difference in the way he looks at you either, the same hatred behind his eyes as always, even with him being the one rudely shoving his way inside.

"(Y/N)." He said simply with nothing coming after. You waited a few moments if he was just trying to be dramatic with his entrance. He never said anything after that.

"Why are you back in the village?"

"I'm not." You roll your eyes and huff a sigh.

"Why are you here in my apartment then?" You mimic his body and cross your arms over your chest, his head turns to face you and his eyes stare at you intensely. You'd say you were used to this but after so many years you've grown unaccustomed to the look he used to give you because it was nothing like this.

"I'm here to talk, I need to-"

"Why am I supposed to care what you need?" You  insert before he's done speaking. He huffs a breath and soon enough his eyes shoot the daggers you remember.

"I don't expect you to I just need-"

"How about you tell me why you left the village in the first place?" You cut him off mid sentence once again. You don't care about his needs, you don't care about him at all, but you'd like some answers. "Was it like everyone was saying? That you just wanted to grow stronger? So did you find it? Did you get stronger like you wanted?"

"That doesn't matter I don't need to answer that right now, you clearly already know the answer to that." He rolls his eyes and let his arms fall from his chest.

Sasuke was never a man of many words, he was never a man at all he was just a little boy, but with his responses you can't help but bug him about it. Call it being nosy or call it you always zoning everyone out the second you hear his name so you never actually found out the reasoning for him abandoning the village.

"So you're still weak? You're still that little kid who does nothing but bitch and complain about wanting revenge. You may have grown up in these last few years but you're still that sad, pathetic, weakling-" Your shoulders are shoved and pinned to the wall behind you in a moment, you gasp out at the sudden jolt in your back and look up at the angry ravenette.

"Shut up." He growls lowly and if looks could kill, not that he could but you'd probably drop dead if he wished it.

"Make me you prick." You look at him, your stare unwavering as the pressure on your shoulders feels tighter.

There is no sound in your home but everything seems to be buzzing in your ears. Sasuke's face only inches from yours, seemingly just like when he left the village. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia if you can even call it that as it wasn't a fond memory to think back on. You wait for his response, you look into his eyes and can't decipher what's going on in his head. His grip on your shoulders loosen before he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand now finding a place onto the back of your neck to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widen in shock as you don't kiss him back. The kiss surprising you but what is even more of a shock is who is kissing you. You feel him pull away and the look he gives you is mixed with annoyance and frustration. "Just kiss me back." He pauses and smirks, "Or are you too much of a pussy." Your eyes darken with anger as he used your insult to him against yourself. He doesn't wait for your answer before he pulls you back to his lips, you instantly kissing back.

The kiss was hard and the only emotion behind it was the hatred you feel towards him. Your lips molded together as you two kissed, his hand found it's way from the back of your neck to tangling itself in your hair while you felt his grip tighten sending a tingling sensation to your scalp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in heating the kiss up in an instant.

You could feel him press against you, his leg sliding between yours and pressing against your clothed core, a small sound comes out but is quickly swallowed down by him. His lips leave yours to slowly kiss down your jaw, it was excruciatingly slow the way he kissed you, from your jaw to your neck to the sweet spot he found almost instantly. You bit back a moan but he made sure to take his time marking up your neck.

The feeling of his thigh was hard to push to the back of your mind, all you could feel was Sasuke and what he was doing to you. You hate him, you hate how he's making you react right now and you hate at how good he is and neither of you have even taken a single piece of clothing off of each other yet. You hate even more the needy words that come out of your mouth next.

"Bedroom." You say almost breathlessly, you could feel the smirk he gives against your neck before quickly going back to your lips. His hands slide to your waist and pull you to him and walk you back not daring to break from the kiss. He pushes open one door and you feel your ass bump into something hard and cold, you pull away from him to see you backed up against your washing machine. "You idiot, this is the wrong room." You roll your eyes and walk past him going into your bedroom.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that it's not like I've been in your apartment." He scoffs following you and kicking the door shut.

"Oh I bet you must've dreamed-" your words were short lived as he spun you around and kissed you quieting you down.

Kissing Sasuke wasn't like all the books you've read, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't like being with your ex's when you were in love. His kiss was full of passion, it's a kiss of desire and a feeling of pent up frustrations he nor you have been able to let out. Frustrations at each other, at the world, at everything. Sasuke was a damn good kisser too which annoyed you even further.

His lips left yours to tug off your top, the fabric quickly being discarded to a random corner in your room. His eyes ate your figure up, seeing how your breasts layed there perfectly in your bra you were wearing. A low groan left his lips as he went to kiss up your chest, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your skirt and started to tug it down past your thighs pooling around your ankles. You quickly kicked them away and pulled at his shirt. "Off." You demand and he takes no time in removing his shirt before pushing you back to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees."

"Spread." He now is the one demanding. You go to spread your legs before pausing and closing them causing a confused look to cross his face.

"This doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you." His confusion quickly deadpans before shaking his head.

"God shut up." He spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side before slowly swiping his thumb along your slit and pressing it to your clit causing you to gasp. "You're soaked." It was more of a statement than anything but feeling his thumb start to roll little circles on your clit sent a shockwave up your body. You watched him as he stared at your pussy.

"Are you going to sit and stare or are you going to actually do something pretty boy?" Your words rang in his ears and he slowly looked up at you, the same irritation growing in him like it did all those years ago when you'd call him that name. His thumb left your clit and his index and middle finger slowly pushed it and curled causing you to let out a small moan. He could feel you already clenching around them as he started to pump them in and out of you. "Stop calling me that." His head dipped down between your thighs and licked a long swipe before settling on your clit making you let out another moan.

"I can't help it." You say running your fingers through his hair. "You're a pretty- ahh fuck..." Sasuke sucks on your clit harshly, his fingers curling and uncurling from your gspot making your mind go fuzzy with the pleasure he's giving you. Your fingers tighten in his hair tugging slightly, "Fuck Sasuke." You throw your head back taking in the feeling of his tongue and fingers working on you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten up and you screw your eyes shut feeling the pleasure hit you. You feel dizzy and can't focus on anything but Sasuke. He tugs your panties down past your hips and tosses them to the side before finally undoing his pants. You fall back against your bed, chest heavy as that was one orgasm that knocked the wind out of you.

You feel the bed dip down before you're turned over to your stomach, a harsh smack heard before you felt his hand come across your ass. "Ass up." He says, his voice low as he picks up your hips positioning them to his liking. You feel him bring the tip of his cock up and down your slit causing you to shiver. You can just feel the smirk on his face before he pushes in giving you no moment to get adjusted. You let out a mix of a moan and groan feeling him stretch you out, you not having any sort of sex in a while is the excuse you'd like to give but you also didn't expect Sasuke to be big in the slightest.

His hands gripped your hips and brought you back with each thrust, you arched your back and dropped your head letting out small moans as he hit a spot in you that you haven't felt before. "You ever felt this good before with anybody else?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. "You're so fucking tight, don't tell me, you weren't saving yourself for anyone were you?" He chuckles as he thinks what he's saying is funny, you throw your hand back ready to smack him but he quickly catches it and pins your arm behind your back pushing you further into the mattress as he slams into you at a slower pace. "Of course you weren't, you take my cock too well."

You could feel every inch of him with every hard thrust he gives you, feeling him deep in your stomach as you grip the bedsheets tighter and tighter.  "Please go faster." You whine out without meaning to. Sasuke pulls out and flips you to your back before slowly pushing back in making you moan. He leaned forward his thrusts picking up pace and making you look at him.

The close proximity of him making you nervous all of a sudden, missionary was for eye contact, kissing, all of that intimate shit. Doggy style is much more your style with Sasuke. You don't have to look at him. The smirk on his face makes you question him before he speaks. "Who knew you were such a needy sub." Your eyebrows furrow as you go to speak but the words died on your tongue when Sasuke brings his fingers to your clit again bringing you close to your second orgasm. "You're just taking my dick like a good girl, aren't you?" You shake your head refusing to listen to him. His fingers move faster on your clit giving you the perfect amount of pressure to send you back over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut and head pressed back in your mattress as you orgasmed for the second time in the night. You can feel Sasuke's hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace quickening even more before you felt him stop and let out a low groan as he came inside you.

Your eyes shoot open as you smack his arm, "You did not! Not inside you idiot!" You shove him off of you as you quickly go to your bathroom that's connected to your room.

Sasuke chuckles to himself before letting out a small "oops." He sits himself up on your bed and gets himself dressed. He can hear you grumbling in the bathroom and the shower starting to run as he gets finished. He stands up and makes his way around your room walking to the door before his eyes laid upon picture frames on your dresser. He can faintly see pictures of your closest friends, some recent and some old but what catches his eyes the most was a picture taken when you were in the academy. It was when the top of the class got a picture taken and both you and Sasuke tied for number one. Both of you were upset that you had to take a picture together and it was evident on your faces. Your arms were crossed while glaring at the camera man and whoever had to have forced the picture and Sasuke was looking over to the side, his hand on his hip and looking as annoyed as ever.

Out of all the photos you put in a frame you put that one even as you hated him.

Hate. It's a funny emotion. Isn't it?

[chukys-mouthguard]

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your.username note to self: don’t let Cole and Trevor handle the fireworks next year 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

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I’ve never really done a longer smau type post before, hopefully i did alright 😅 i have been seeing this style of post a lot and figured I’d try my luck at it. Kind of want to make more of these 👀

if you would like to see more posts like this, feel free to send in a request! 🫶🏼

[lil-binuu]

it’s time for an update!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

over the past few months i’ve been writing many drafts to try and write something that i feel satisfied with, but to be honest i’ve been finding it quite difficult and i think it’s because i’ve been doubting my ability a lot.

please trust that i’m trying and no i haven’t forgotten about the requests i got months ago, nor the multiple series that i haven’t finished! (not to mention how many drawings i’ve started and haven’t touched again 😭😭😭)

i just wanted to say thank you so so much to everyone who has stuck by me through my struggles, it means the world to me and i appreciate you all so much!!

trust your girl is getting there, been through the burn out and i’m out the other side!

while i wish that i could be as consistent and active as i once was, i’m going to try my best but i know that real life takes priority (especially school)

not to mention i’m quite affected by the winter rn 😓 hopefully things are starting to get brighter!!

and i want to mention that i’m really thankful for everyone who reached out to me!! i love you guys so much! <3333

also if anyone is going through it like i have, it comes to an end, even though it feels like forever, and it doesn’t define you or dictate your strength/weakness. i’m here for you with so many others too <3

i don’t wanna make promises but i thought i owe y’all at least an update after this long of being inactive or not posting 😭🙏

i think we’ve all been on a bit of a rollercoaster but hey at least we’ve got each other! i’m so proud of everyone for hanging in there bcs honestly sometimes even just holding on and staying through it is difficult

y’all know how much i love you but i genuinely can’t say it enough!! 💋💋💋💋💋

feel free to msg me or anything, i’m so happy to chat with you guys and i really hope y’all are doing okay and i wish you the best of luck with everything! sending so much love!!

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[sil3ntfr34k]

Hii! Idk if you take requests but ig this is worth a shot :)

I've been OBSESSED with your p2 dude headcannons I keep reading them over and over again, I was wondering how it'd be for him to date someone just as toxic as him (male reader perchance), like, would there be a difference in how he treats reader?? Just idk how their life would be ig :))

Again I LOVE your writing and have a great day :3

(Hi I forgot I have the ability to write my own stuff again!!!)

Postal 2 Dude x Toxic!Male!Reader

Y’all have definitely put each other in the hospital on multiple occasions. Sometimes y’all’s fights get so aggressive and physical it’s easy to forget that you two are in love.

Since you’re also a man, Dude just assumes he can talk more shit to you DIRECTLY in your face. If you were a women then he’d mumble it to himself, but your a guy so he thinks that your tougher, able to handle his words better.

Isn’t very romantic with you. Not to say he’s romantic at all, but with another man, he doesn’t think you’d care. Is genuinely surprised when you tell him you wanna go on more dates.

You both fight over who sleeps on the couch when y’all are having a multiple day argument. In reality he doesn’t care if he sleeps on the couch, he just wants to assert dominance over you and argue that HE should be in the bed.

Thinks he wears the pants in the relationship, even though he forgets he’s in a relationship have the time. Since your as toxic and no good to him as his ex wife, he isn’t exactly thrilled to go home with you. Sometimes he won’t even go home at all, just so he can get away from you.

Surprisingly doesn’t cheat AS OFTEN as you’d think. Yes he still fancies going down to the local whore house here and there, but he doesn’t go like every day, not even every week. Doesn’t want to seem obvious, so he has to cover his tracks a lot and find excuses as to why he decided to go home 4 am and not the usual 10-11pm.

He’s tired a lot, so when y’all fight, it’s not him who started it. Yes, you’re probably the one who has a problem with him more often than he does with you, but you can’t even be blamed. He could definitely put more effort into himself and the relationship.

However, he is the one who starts a physical fight first. He doesn’t throw punches to start it off, he’ll usually throw the beer bottle that he was holding at you or just throw whatever is closest to him like some angry mother. It usually ends in a fist fight though.

After a good while of hitting, scratching, and throwing each other across the trailer, one of you is suddenly waking up in a hospital bed with some gauze wrapped around your head, arms, or torso.

If it’s you in the hospital, Dude isn’t quick to apologize or anything, but he does feel guilty. After about 2 or 3 days, the guilt becomes too much and he’ll apologize by getting you some food and promising to not hurt you like that again. Too bad he’s a liar.

If it’s him in the hospital, he doesn’t even wanna look at you for a week. The hatred and anger festers in his chest for days to the point where he’s seriously considering breaking up. But then there wouldn’t be anyone to bother and pick on, so he guesses you’ll have to do, even if he doesn’t like you much.

At least Dude actively tries to not use actual weapons against you. Things like knives, guns, and anything that could genuinely kill you in an instant, he doesn’t use. But beer bottles, the remote, and his fists are free game.

Treats you differently from others but not THAT much. He’d kill anyone on sight if they annoyed him in the slightest before, but he takes the time to think about killing you or not. More gentle with you in the way that he won’t threaten your life as a first resort.

Life with him in this way is honestly hell. Toxic relationships are just that: Toxic and deadly. Even worse that it’s with the POSTAL DUDE. Literally a psychopathic manic with a lust for blood and crack. Yea, I give it like a couple more weeks before one of y’all die.

You two should definitely break up soon, for y’all’s own sake and safety!!

[ghostfaceprincess]

How They Would React If You Fell Asleep On Them (First Time):

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TW: Language.

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Michael Myers:

• Uh… what do I-

• Maybe if I just… *lays on his back and pulls you onto his chest*

• Rubbing your back.

• Thinking to himself how small you still are compared to him.

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Freddy Krueger:

• “Should I… go into their dream and be an as- no, no, no, Freddy, no!”

• Turns you so he can spoon you.

• Humming softly to you.

• Can’t help but wonder about your dream.

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Jason Voorhees:

• NO ONE MAKE ANY NOISE ITS FINALLY HAPPENING

• Is very pleased to cuddle you and hold you.

• Will 100% hold your hand.

• Will eventually fall alseep holding your hand. (Y’all- my bf and I do this sometimes and I love it sm 🥰 I’m down so bad for my lil pook 😤)

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Billy Loomis:

• If anyone makes any noise, he’s throwing a book at them; just happens to have a thick ass horror book next to his couch where you’re both laying.

• Hissing at Stu to be quiet when he walks in.

• Trying to make sure you’re warm.

• Can’t help but play with your hair/rub your head.

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Stu Macher:

• Happily waves at Billy as he walks in and then points down at you, who is on his chest, as he smiles very happily.

• Rubbing your back gently and tracing shapes.

• Can’t help but wonder if he should order a pizza for when you wake up.

• Using his free hand to flick through movies.

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Charles Lee Ray:

• Ah… and great, now his arm is asleep.

• But you look so peaceful, he doesn’t wanna move.

• Will suffer a tingly arm, just for you.

• Is wishing he could reach the TV remote though.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• O M G, she was head over heels!

• Snuggling you close and even rocking you.

• Singing softly and sweetly to you.

• She never wants the moment to end.

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Bubba Sawyer:

• Smiling happily as he holds you on his chest.

• Is trying not to breathe too heavy but y’know… flesh mask.

• Will play with your hair/rub your head.

• Making sure you aren’t too hot or too cold.

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Thomas Hewitt:

• Everyone better be quiet and he means that.

• He doesn’t want anyone or anything to disturb you.

• Rocking you in his strong arms.

• Will you be hungry when you wake up?

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Art the Clown:

• Are you… are you serious?

• Slowly smiles sweetly to himself, his eyes changing in a soft way for a split second, as he rubs your back.

• Really hoping nothing wakes you up.

• He’s enjoying your weight on him, it’s soothing.

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The Creeper:

• Oh god, he fucking loves it!

• Rocking you and humming to you.

• Kissing your head.

• He feels… good, for once.

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Thanks for reading! Send in requests! 🖤

[theoutsiderslvr]

Stolen kisses

Summary: Soda and his girl don’t get free time so they have to sneak around

Warnings: none

Hey guys, first fic on this account, if you guys want anything just send a request! Hope you enjoy.

The loud voices of the gang fill my ears. Sodapop sits next to me on the couch, his warm thigh touches mine. I feel his hand move onto my thigh, the sudden movement makes me shiver. I glance over at him to find that he’s already looking at me. He nods over to the hallway, making me look over in confusion. I realize what he’s insinuating. He leans back, his lips touch the shell of my ear.

“Let’s go to my room” he murmured, keeping his voice down so none of the gang hears-especially Darry. My eyes dart around, making sure no one was paying attention. I get up, and start to walk to the bathroom.

“Where you off to little lady?” Two-bit says while not taking his eyes off the TV.

“Just keep watching Mickey, Two.” I say with a nervous chuckle. Darry raises his eyebrow at me. “Bathroom” I say while heading to the hallway. He nods, turning back around to check on the stove. After I made it down the hallway I walked into Soda’s room instead. I sit on the bed, inhaling his scent that was radiating off his pillow. He comes into the room after a few minutes.

“Are we good?” I ask with a hushed voice, full of uncertainty, looking at the still open door. He puts his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet, and slowly shuts the door, making sure there’s no creaks that would alert the boys.

“We should be, just gotta stay quiet sweet girl” he says while sitting on the bed, next to me.

“This is the first time we’ve had free time” he grinned, pulling me into a sitting position. We haven’t kissed yet, the moment was always interrupted by his brothers or the gang. I get along with everyone, Johnny the best. Soda cups the side of my face with his palm, I leaned into the warmth with a smile.

“Are you ready?” He asks. The question makes me smile, I nod. That was all he needed and he closed the gap between us. His chapped lips pressed against mine. My chest felt warm and my stomach was doing flips. When we pulled away, we looked at each other and smiled. He put his forehead against mine and we giggled. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again, it started off slow and passionate, but the kisses became rougher. He holds onto my waist, my hands find their way into his hair and lightly tug. The few kisses became a full-blown makeout session. We forgot about the lie that caused the situation, too immersed in each other, not hearing the house go silent.

“Soda where’s your gi-“ Darry asked while pushing the door open. Soda pushes me off of him. The door slams shut.

“WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?” Darry yells through the door. “Are y’all decent?” He says exasperated, “You can come in Dare” Soda said flustered. Darry opens the door to find our faces scarlet red and us sitting apart. The gang was outside the door, whooping and hollering.

“Bathroom, huh?” Two-bit laughs, Ponyboy and Johnny look embarrassed and wouldn’t look us in the eyes. Dallas didn’t care, just laughs and walks off. Steve walks in past Darry and pats Soda on the back.

“I knew it buddy” Steve says as Soda shoves him away. Darry pushes everyone out. “Go sit down” he yells at the boys. He looks over at us with a stern look in his eyes. “What the hell are y’all doing? You know I have these rules, but no, y’all don’t ever wanna follow ‘em.” He huffs while pacing. He looks over at us to see us looking down. He sighs “Just get out with the rest of them, this is your one and only warning. I catch y’all again and you,” he says pointing at me “won’t be coming around again, got that?” We both nod.

“Good, now go hang out with your friends, dinners almost ready” he points to the door. “ I was coming to tell you about that but I couldn’t find your girlfriend” he chuckled a bit. Soda got up and left the room, I followed suit, my head hanging low. The whole living room was chatting like normal, except for the fact it was about us. We took our original position on the couch. He looked over at me and smiled, I giggled when Darry gave us a stern look before going into the kitchen to set the table. I grabbed Soda’s hand and laid my head on his shoulder. Soda whispers in my ear. “That was so worth it”

“Wanna risk it again?” I ask with a wink.

[krazywomenonfire]

🪲 SFW Dating Robert Montague Headcanons

Arthur note: hope yall love this! This was requested by my friend hope she loves it!! I been wanting to do this headcanon so bad but I couldn’t find out more info, thank the lord I finally found some good details about this silly bug eating man :D! Enjoy huns xx. Btw I will make a metal head/gothic reader x Robert Montague soon and please give me more requests love to see what y’all’s thoughts are 💋!

TW: fluff,sfw,romantic, somewhat abuse, violence, (just fluff he’s filled with it)

• dates!! he has tons of ideas for yall to go out to. He prefers nature dates (nature walks, picnic dates, ANYTHING WITH NATURE INVOLVED) but don't worry, he isn’t all about nature, he’ll take you out to a fancy restaurant, go shopping with you, visit places you and him never seen. Besides, he’s finally free from that fuck face :) he needs to see some places.

• there will never be a day your bored because he’s filled with surprises and entertainment. He will always make sure you’re ok or if you need anything. He is always checking up on you till it’s gets annoying, but you can’t hate him for that he just loves ya :)

• He gets horrible nightmares that his “Master” would kill you, and you’ll wake up to his movements in his sleep and that’s when you knew he was dreaming about it again. You would wake him up and hold his head (GENTLY) and bring him into your chest then He would wrap his body around you crying.

• God he loves your presence and your touch. He needs your touch 24/7. When you’re washing the dishes, he will wrap his arms around your hips and lay his head on your shoulder just admiring your touch, outside walking around anywhere together, hands around your hips, shoulders, and hands. Truly he ain’t scared to show people that your his.

• If you’re sick, he is cooking breakfast for you, cleaning the house for you, fold your clothes for you, wash dishes, he literally turns into a house maid. Especially when your on your period like girl..he literally almost cried because he first thought you were in THAT much pain.

• Y'all had a very deep conversation about his past which made him grow his trust with you and the relationship. So with that being said, if your feeling down or just wanna vent to him, He’s all ears just expect him to also vent in the conversation :)

• You and Rebecca were already friends which renfield had a lot of questions about that. This poor man is so embarrassed when he found out you and Rebecca were friends..like honesty- think about, he had a crush on her before he met you and you knew that because of her…(shit I’ll be hella embarrassed too)

• Bro makes the BESTTT food he’s that one southern mom I swear. By that, has lots of nicknames “Sweetheart”, “Baby”, “Love”, “Honey”, “Cutie”, and anything sweet to heal the soul he will call you.

• Mornings with this man is like heaven. You will wake up with his arms wrapped around you holding you close, and he’ll make you some coffee and some breakfast in bed for you. Now if you do that for him when you wake up first, he would be all over you saying how you look gorgeous, cute, pretty, and etc.

• You remind him of his old wife that Dracula had killed which sometimes makes him, you know- shut down and just stare at you for hours. And you sometimes don’t know when he’s feeling this way if he’s quiet and not very active because…it’s him, yk?. This also follows when he just thinks what Would happen to him if he didn’t meet you. Hes a emotional lil guy :(

• His favorite place to kiss you is your cheeks. he loves how you get caught off guard when he kisses you unexpectedly and all the emotions you make. If you’re plus size, OMG he will love to kiss your puffy cheeks! He thinks you’re the cutest thing known to gods creation!! (I have a huge soft spot for plus sized woman ERRR their so PRETTY) btw with that being said..I think he had a thing for chubby women…like just think about it and look at him while you do— 🦧

well that’s it!! Hope you like luvs! Pls ask me requests I would love to answer it :D have a good a day/night. 💋💋