#it's raining right now and I would like to be snuggled in bed with a book

[teastainedprose]

Homelander x fem!reader

Listening to the rain together

The drumming of the rain against the windows of his penthouse has been something Homelander has grown to love. The sound of rain on a window or on a roof had been a distant confusion within the lab, heard but never seen. An unknown from the mysterious outside he never had been allowed to see until his debut. Sure, the doctors had tried to explain it to him. They'd shown him videos and images, but he'd never been allowed out to experience it. Not until his first day in a crowd, when he'd fled and been exposed to the yawning blue of the sky.

It had cracked open later that day, after he's run off. That endless sky had cracked open, and water had poured down as if by magic. He'd been soaked through by it, bhut it had felt cleansing. The sky had cried with the child-god in its own way. Now Homelander can watch nature rage on unobstructed from his bed. The beating of the rain and lightning flashing is just as untamed as the first time he'd seen it. Magical in a way only nature can be. It thrills him as much as it soothes him, the constant patter of rain drops becoming a relaxing thrum that helps dull the clamor everything else his ears pick up. Even the colors of his penthouse feel muted under the grey haze of the sky. The perfect scenery for a nap. Which is exactly what you're doing. You'd insisted this was an ideal time for a book and cuddling. Swore up and down that you wouldn't doze off, yet here you are. Asleep. His lips quirk up, recalling your insistence that this time you'll keep your eyes open. The only lie he'll let you get caught in, because it means Homelander can memorize every detail in the soft, grey light. You're tucked in against his side, back towards him and head propped up with your book discarded atop the pillow. Your breathing is slow and measured, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. There's that content curl to your lips with them slightly parted. Pure temptation sprawled beside him, utterly content and trusting of the monster you're nestled against. Yes, he's grown to love rainy days.

[jefth3kilr]

Naruto boys and “would you love me if i was a worm?” 🪱🍃🎋

includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; Naruto; Sasuke; Neji; Lee; Kiba; Shino; Shikamaru; Gaara; Kankuro

warning: none, this is just a crack fic lmao (nsfw during jiraiya’s part tho, obvi)

Kakashi

“….sure….?”

i feel like he might more the trend because of his students telling him about it, like sakura or smth.

he’s a little lost but he promised to love through sickness and through health….so this would probably count as sickness LMAO

after you explain it’s a joke, he’ll definitely tease you about it. he’ll start calling you ‘his little worm.’ you hate it LMAO

Gai

“WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?!? ARE YOU TURNING INTO A WORM?”

i think he would take this WAYYY TOOOO seriously lmaoo.

like he would be reading all types of things to find a way to ‘reverse’ whatever jitsu that was put on you to turn you into a worm.

you explain it’s a joke, so he embarrassingly laughs it off.

but secretly…whenever he sees a worm he asks if it’s you LOL he’s still convinced you might become a worm one day

but trust he researched how to take care of worms, so that just incase, he could always take care of you

he’s a little stupid but he has the right idea

Jiraiya

“…..i wouldn’t be able to sleep with you then.”

of course that’s all he cares about….

he won’t understand the question, even if you explain to him that it’s a trend.

“my toads would eat you, my love.”

he’s a little stupid LMAO

Naruto

“Hmmmm….the real question is….would you love me if I was a worm?”

he makes it a competition of who would love who more if they were a worm lmao

“we would be able to eat ramen if we were worms?!?!” He panics over that; he could never survive without ramen!

but over all Naruto would definitely love you if you were a worm, he’s make u a little ecosystem in his room LMAO

Sasuke

“no…?”

he’s very confused. why would he love a worm? and why are you asking such an odd question?

after you explain it’s a silly trend, he still doesn’t quite understand it…but he might just give u a lil smirk or smth to show his ‘amusement’

later on, when you two are snuggling in bed, he’ll randomly ask you, “would you still love me if I was a worm?” which would make you laugh

if you say yes, he’ll secretly be all happy, but he won’t show it on the outside.

if you say no he would definitely sulk in a corner LMAO it would take a lot of convincing to get him to come back to bed and cuddle.

Neji

"A worm.....?"

He doesn't get it, he's still very confused.

Even after you explain it, he's still confused.

Like Sasuke, Neji didn't really get a fun childhood, so these kinds of jokes don't make sense to him.

But after he understands your joking, he'll try his best to entertain you and play along (he would do anything for you babe.)

Lee

“I WOULD LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT!”

your are the most precious thing to Lee, trust he would love you as a worm

he doesn��t think it’s a stupid question either, he doesn’t think anything you say is stupid (unless your talking down to yourself…)

From then on, Lee saves all the worms that get on the pavement when it rains. he gently puts them back into the grass and stops anyone from stepping on them. he’s a cutie

Kiba

"I would eat you!"

what a dumb ass, he can't take anything seriously (not like your question was very serious either...)

every time he sees a worm now, he'll pick it up and pretend to almost put it in his mouth and eat it. His way of flirting is being mean

Shino

"Of course I would."

Babes, Shino has bugs living inside of him, you being a worm would not freak him out at all.

He also doesn't understand the joke, so he would assume this is a genuine concern you had for your future together lmao. He would definitely start giving you worm things, like a pinch of soil every once in a while.

You find it odd, but he's showing you that he could easily care for you if your were a worm lmao

Shikamaru

"Stop asking me stupid questions."

Oh he's definitely getting the silent treatment for that....

He would apologize perfously tho lmao, and he would also promise that he would love you as a worm.

you annoy the hell out of him sometimes, but he still loves u dw

Gaara

“…..huh?”

very lost 😭 he doesn’t understand these trends, nor does he understand that you are in fact joking. He assumed you are being genuinely serious about turning into a worm

once you explain it’s a trend he will probably just say, “Yes…i would love you as a worm.”

he would feel really happy too if you tell him you’d love him as a worm (but he wouldn’t admit that)

i hc that gaara is actually a huge softie when he’s alone with u hehe

Kankuro

“Helllllll no.”

oh he’s sleeping on the couch for that.

he would laugh his ass off that your taking the joke this seriously.

Dw he’ll sculpt you a little worm after and give you it as an apology.

[bunnyluvx]

spending rainy nights with you.

featuring: vlad dracula ţepeş x gn!reader.

summary: you're reading late at night, and your husband grows impatient waiting for you.

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content.

tags: fluff | one-shot | vampire! reader | established marriage | clingy! vlad | you fight like an old married couple (you are an old married couple)

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! finally a new fanfic after 4 months. i'm really proud of this one so i hope you all like it! thank you to everyone who gave me advice, i really needed it. i appreciate you all so much! p.s i made the dividers featured, so please do not use them.

date started: 5:02PM, december 31st, 2024. date finished: 5:56PM, january 8th, 2025.

ib: @creativepromptsforwriting ♡ | wc: 2.9k | ao3

Darkness cradles the Earth in a loving embrace while the clouds cry. The moon cannot give its glow for beings below, and the stars are unable to watch the wonders of the night unfold for long without the clouds covering their view. It has been this way all evening, rain pouring down anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour, stopping for around the same amount of time before starting again. The plants and animals of the forest are grateful for the sky's nourishment, and the clouds feel so encouraged by nature's gratitude that there are no signs of this pattern letting up anytime soon.

You appreciate the weather, too, for it is perfect for reading. At the moment, you find yourself sat in one of many libraries in the castle. The rocking chair that you find yourself in is rather comfortable, and the book in your hands pulls you further into its story with every word you follow. In your most comfortable nightwear with a blanket on your lap and a cardigan around your shoulders, not many other things come to mind when you try to think of a better way to spend your evening.

"I'll be to bed soon, dear. I'm almost finished with this chapter." Your voice breaks the comfortable silence and echoes across the wooden shelves enveloping you in your little corner to reach the ears of the rather large man that is making a very poor attempt to hide.

Standing not far from you, partially behind a bookcase, is your husband, Vlad Țepeș. You've felt his presence for the past few minutes, deciding that you would wait for him to speak first, but as quiet lingered in the air, you quickly realized that he wasn't going to announce himself. Your history with Vlad goes far beyond your marriage, for the two of you were some of the first vampires to ever walk the Earth. You were good friends for a very long time, and to save the novel-worthy story, you found each other after many years of being separated and romance fiercely set ablaze. No divine being could send you someone that's close in comparison to him, and he could say the same about you.

There are a few more moments of silence before you feel wind hastily rushing against the back of your neck, followed by large, strong arms tightly wrapping around your shoulders and cold skin resting right where the air had just wafted past you. Many would find it hard to believe that Count Dracula is a clingy lover, but this behavior is of no surprise to you. For as long as the two of you have been together, Vlad has always craved closeness. When he is without you for a certain period of time, he searches the castle to take his rightful place by your side once more. He didn't have to look for long tonight, for he knew exactly where you were.

You have been obsessed with this book that you found in the library, and while he is glad that you are enjoying it, it is taking your attention away from him. This is not something that pleases Vlad very deeply, so he is planning on making some changes tonight. "You've been in here for hours. Come to bed, now." His deep voice comes with a rumble from his chest, tone composed of a gentleness reserved for you alone.

His plea does not go unheard, for you know that all he wants is for you to snuggle up with him and doze into night's comfortable slumber together. Fondness takes hold of your heart as a small, tender smile curls onto your lips. It's difficult to refuse him such an innocent ask, but it is just as difficult to pull yourself away from the narrative in your hands, so you assure your beloved, "There isn't much left. You'll be alright a few minutes more."

This earns a disappointed groan from Vlad, burying his face further into your neck. "How much more is there?"

You tilt your head and take each remaining page between your fingers until you find the next chapter, and when you find your answer, you tell him, "Three pages."

Another groan grates from Vlad's throat, prolonged from the previous one as he nestles impossibly further into your skin with his large frame leaning against the back of the wooden chair. "Remind me why we sleep at night." Your darling requests, peaking up at your face.

"Hey, you don't have to sleep at night if you don't want to. It was your idea to change your sleep schedule so that we could match," You grant Vlad his request and recall the commitment that he made to sleeping throughout the night so that the two of you would be able to be together when the sun comes up.

You have preferred day to night for as long as you could remember. You have no reason for favoring daytime other than feeling that the Earth is so much more lively and bright. The plants are so vibrant beneath the sunlight, and there are so many things that you want to experience that you wouldn't be able to otherwise. Vlad always knew that you enjoyed day more than night, therefore adjusting your sleeping schedule accordingly; As a result, Vlad told you that he was going to start sleeping through the night too. At first, you were a bit worried about such a major change to his routine, but he insisted that he wanted to see the world through your eyes. This has been the arrangement ever since, and you cannot help but feel so smitten by the idea that he is willing to introduce such adjustments to his agenda in order to be with you.

With this transition in his life, Vlad knew that he was going to be groggy. While he has a substantial amount of energy compared to most vampires, this does not exempt him from needing the same amount of sleep. Have no doubt when he swears that there is nothing that he would change about dedicating himself to your lifestyle. You were right when you said that it was his choice, but unfortunately, it does not cure the fatigue that he often finds himself with when he stirs from his night's rest.

In attempt to adjust to the pattern he promised you, he likes going to bed early. Vlad tries to be tucked in anywhere from seven to nine P.M, and typically, you are by his side. You go to bed around the same time that he does, if not a little later, so when he was preparing himself for bed without you, he got worried. He figured that you would come to bed soon, so he laid down in attempt to fall asleep. As the hours ticked by with still no sign of you, he became restless, eventually making the decision to go look for you.

A defeated huff leaves Vlad's lips as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck again. One of many reasons why he fell in love with you was because of your smart mouth, and you pick the most bedeviling times to use it. "I know that," He mumbles lowly, peaking back up at you before resting his chin on your shoulder and closing his eyes.

"You know that I can't sleep without you. Please, come to bed." The count pleads again, sweeter this time.

You almost give in to his honeyed words, their innocent warmth daring to bewitch you. Nevertheless, you keep your composure while your eyes remain on the page before you, as they have throughout the entire conversation, "You will be just fine, dear. Only a few minutes longer."

Vlad has learned much about patience in his life, especially when he found you again. All good things come to those who wait is something that the dark-haired vampire has commonly watched play out, so normally, this wouldn't be the end of the world for him. He would do naught more than pout and refuse to detach himself from you until you came to bed. Tonight, however, Vlad will not be indulging in your distractions. Quick to stand, sending a blast of wind against your back once more, the count steps to your side before lifting you up into his arms. You yelp at the unexpected change of location and almost drop your book in the process, barely being able to catch it by its spine before holding it closed to your chest and leaning against your husband. "Vlad!!" You exclaim, laughter tickling its way from your lungs moments after.

"No. I have had enough. You are coming to bed with me." The vampire declares as he begins to make his way towards the library's exit.

"Vlad, put me down!!" You demand, only moderately annoyed with him as you flail in his grasp in attempt to escape, "Right now!!"

"Nope. So sorry, my dear, but your book is going to have to wait." Vlad proclaims, lips tilting upwards in a cheeky grin as his head turns to the side so that radiant red eyes can meet yours, "Your husband requires your attendance to the nightly snuggle session. You're late."

Any attempts you're making to escape the security of this man's arms are greatly failing you, so you decide to admit defeat now rather than later. His strength serves well, and while you are grateful for it most days, this is a good example of the cons of being married to one of Earth's most powerful vampires. He can, and will, wrangle you around whenever he pleases. Your bottom lip pokes out from its place as you lean against the man's chest, determined to uphold your front of unwavering stubbornness.

Amused by your dramatics, Vlad rolls his eyes playfully and allows them to close while a chuckle vibrates up his chest and past his lips. He opens them again to admire your sullen expression, musing, "Oh, come now. I can't be that bad of a cuddler since you're pitching a fit."

Your pout is quick to dispel from your face, a long sigh expelling from your lungs just afterwards. You avoid eye contact as you agree with him, "No, you're not."

Another chuckle escapes the mouth of your lover, a sound that you are secretly glad to hear that reassures you that he isn't taking you seriously. He draws you closer to his chest as he softly murmurs against your forehead before placing a kiss to it, "Don't worry, you can read more tomorrow."

You sulk and avoid eye contact for a bit before dropping the act. It wasn't much longer before you arrived into your shared bedroom, the door coming open to reveal a sight that has grown comforting to you over the years. The room is decorated primarily in red and black, as you both adore the colors, but there are a few distinct shades around too which sets apart your individual styles. Assorted trinkets rest across dressers and shelves from the many travels that you two have taken over the years, gifts and ornaments that you've made for each other through a plethora of shared anniversaries that always bring a smile to your face every time you pay mind to them.

Variously styled mirrors, decor, and paintings hang on the walls. There is no real purpose for the mirrors other than to enhance the elegance of the room, as they are too high for both you and Vlad to see anything from. The paintings, however, hold much importance to both of you. Each illustration that lays across your walls tells a story from one of your memorable moments together. Vlad personally hired the best artist he could find to perfectly capture your most treasured experiences, and whenever you are having a bad day, all you have to do is look up to brighten your spirits.

Your husband walks over to his side of the bed and holds you above the center before dropping you onto the soft surface, causing you to puff out an exhale before your laughter sings into the air. You lay yourself across the bed and remain still while Vlad adjusts the canopy draped over the wooden post by his pillow before he launches at you. With no time to move away, he plops over your stomach, the impact of his weight causing you to wheeze. You look down at him with an astonished grin on your lips as he lays in momentary silence before lifting himself off of you to settle onto you comfortably. You sit up and adjust all of the pillows behind you before leaning back against them, prying your book open again before it is promptly snatched out of your hands and slammed onto Vlad's nightstand. You laugh and try to reach for it, imploring for its return, but that is quickly shut-down by the vampire hovering above you, "No. Sincerest apologies. You'll get it back tomorrow."

Slowly, he stations himself on top of you with his head against your abdomen just under your chest. He is mindful of your body language to ensure your comfort, and when he descends his full weight with no awkward shifting or complaints from you after a few minutes, he concludes your contentment with the position and nestles his head against you with closed eyes. Your arms lift as he gets himself cozy, and once he relaxes, you wrap your arms around his shoulders while your fingers begin to comb through his hair. A smile graces the vampire's lips as your touch serves to soothe all worries away from his mind.

You cannot stop the smile that grows onto your own face as you watch his lips curl up. No soul, alive or dead, can say that they have experienced Vlad Țepeș' joy the way that you do, and for this, you are grateful. Vlad has spent so much of his life keeping up a cold, merciless profile for all vampires that dare to step to him, but charades with you are unnecessary. All of the walls that he spent centuries building are torn to shreds in your presence, and no matter his methods, they could never withstand your blinding iridescence. There is comfort in your arms that he has never found in another, and this tranquility that he has the luxury of being the only person to experience is something that he holds close to his heart. This is not something that you do knowingly, for it is who you are. You are a constant source of peace that quells the ever-roaring fire in his soul to a quiet crackle. You are what inspires him to be curious about the world, you keep his thirst for knowledge abundant with your differing perspectives, and he firmly believes that your ideas could change the world.

It's truly a shame that your eyes cannot convey the amount of love that you hold for this man, but they are doing their best. Your gaze displays your overwhelming adoration for him, and he surely feels how loved he is. When you look at him, Vlad knows that he is admired in every way he never dreamed of. Your eyes do not have to meet for him to know that you look at him like he is the greatest thing in the world, and that is all you could ever wish for. You finally decide to break the silence after watching him rest for a bit, teasing him, "Is this going to be your spot for the night?"

Any thoughts that Vlad was having before you embraced him have completely vanished. Now, it's just you, him, and your warm bed. All he can muster out is a low, "Mhm."

You giggle as you recognize his sleepiness and lift your legs slightly, asking, "Then can we at least get under the covers so that we don't freeze to death?"

A lazy, amused smirk curls onto Vlad's face at your suggestion, his nostrils flaring in a huff. "I'm not even sure that we can freeze," He admits.

You chuckle and move your hands from his hair onto his back to pat it. "Well, I don't want to risk finding out. So come on."

An agitated groans leaves your comfy husband before he begrudgingly eases himself off of you so that you could get under the covers. The two of you adjust the pillows to their normal spaces and you shake off your cardigan to toss it aside before you slip your legs beneath the sheets. A corner of the sheets lay open, and you lift them up to welcome him inside. Vlad's lips form a gentle smile, and his eyes soften affectionately at the sight before he climbs into the covers and rests himself back on top of you. Your fingers return to threading through his hair, a blissful sigh respiring from his lungs as he resumes a comfortable position. You look down at the top of his head with the same benevolent expression that you wear every time that you look at him, and your voice comes out soft when you say, "Goodnight, my dearest. I love you."

The words that you tell him every night are words that he could never tire of hearing. When you say it, he knows that you mean it, and it fills him with ease to know that when you wake up in the morning, he will get to hear you say it again. "Goodnight, my darling. I love you too." Vlad returns the sentiment, falling into an inescapable slumber with you not far behind him.

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[adoreddestiny]

ೃ⁀➷ WEARING HIS CLOTHING — rafayel, zayne, xavier x gn!reader

“c’mere it’s starting to rain harder,” rafayel says, huffing as he closes the door behind you. the scent of wind and rain stains your clothing as you look around his studio. he sighs, running a hand through his wet hair. his fingers soak up the raindrops before he turns to you.

though he stumbles a bit as he spots the white shirt you're wearing growing more and more sheer from the rainy weather. rafayel feels the tips of his ears and his cheeks burn before he tears his gaze away from you. "you're probably getting cold in that," he spits out, "wait here. i'll get you a change of clothes in the meantime."

you barely have time to reject his offer before he darts towards his room. he returns hastily with new shirt and a beige and red cardigan of his. any chance of your denial is shot down with his arms crossed over his chest. "just change into it," he mutters, still avoiding your gaze.

you shrug, stepping into his bathroom to slip out of your soaked shirt. the shirt fits decently but the cardigan is much larger than you realize. the sleeves cover your hands and feel like flaps. but it smells like the bothersome painter you've grown fond of.

stepping out of the bathroom, you find rafayel sitting in front of the fireplace. it seems he's changed as well but it's difficult to tell from the large blanket he's enveloped himself in. but he pauses, looking you up and down.

"what?" you laugh, "cat got your tongue?" his cheeks burn once more but he scoffs, pulling you down into his lap under the blanket. "don't you dare say that devilish name in my home," he mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. you smell like him now and there's a tenderness he finds himself embracing when his hold on you tightens.

“i’m home,” zayne calls out, shuffling out of his shoes. he pauses, expecting you to come rushing out from somewhere to greet him. but when nothing arrives, he feels his chest tighten. perhaps it’s a little silly to have been looking forward to your welcoming smile.

he finds himself looking around your apartment in all of your usual spots. but he doesn’t need to look too hard when he finds you in your room. you’re curled up atop a layer of laundry in deep sleep. it’s warm to the touch and the scent of linen is fresh in the air.

zayne feels the edges of his lips tug when he spots you wrapped up in a large coat he’d worn on a date with you last week. it engulfs you as you snuggle deeper into its depths.

he reaches out for you, pulling back your hair and cupping your cheek. there’s something both ravenous and adoring in his gaze as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. perhaps he’ll let you wear his clothing next time you need a little nap.

your name escapes his lips for a moment and your eyes flutter open. “z-zayne..!” you stutter out, sitting up quickly, “i didn’t realize you’d be back this early.”

“i am back on time,” he murmurs, bending down on a knee to meet your height on the bed. “i believe you are the one that lost track of time. doing the laundry, i see. did that coat give you a hard time?” the look on your face warms his heart as his arms reach under the coat to wrap around you.

"you're cold, aren't you?" xavier murmurs. a silvery autumnal breeze whirls past the two of you and another curious shiver curls down your back. xavier chuckles fondly, hand still enveloped in yours. it's likely the only thing providing you warmth save for the thin jacket you thought would do its job more properly.

"i'll be fine," you said quickly, "the apartment's just another block." your words don't exactly convince xavier. he pauses, dragging your hand back a bit to pull you into his chest. "i don't really have a use for my jacket right now anyways. how about you take it for now?" he says with a smile.

you avoid his gaze, unwilling to admit he might have been right earlier about the chilly weather. but you don't reject his offer when he slides his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders. "there," he chuckles, "feel a little better?" you decide not to indulge a reply.

back at the apartment, you immediately float to the heater. xavier's sweater is still lovingly draped over your shoulders. his warmth remains despite everything. from the kitchen, xavier watches you wrap the sweater even tighter around you. it suits you.

a lingering smile tugs at his lips before you slide back over to him. "you can have it back now. i can grab one of my thicker jackets now," you say, though not exactly stripping it off yet. he shakes his head, tugging the sleeve slightly to pull you closer to him.

"i prefer if you keep it for now," he says with a gentle expression, "i had heard from someone that offering someone your jacket was a pleasant sign of affection." he pauses, admiring the way you're bundled tightly in his clothing. "i just wasn't sure how to bring it up..." then, he smiles knowingly. "i figured a nice walk out give me an idea."

[gracie-eilish]

roommate!billie [pt 5]

au masterlist

warnings: making out, talking about smutty things but no actual smut.

an: sorry this took so long!! it was a holiday weekend in the US so i was crazy busy at work!! i’ll probably be less busy this week so hopefully i can finish up this series and get back to my pride prompts!!

roommate!billie, who practically floated through life nowadays, since you asked her to be your girlfriend.

roommate!billie, who treated you genuinely like a princess.

roommate!billie, who would be pacing around the room, nervous as hell when room selection day came.

being rising sophomores [second year of college/uni] meant you two had second to last pick when it came to housing. and the complete last pick when it came to upperclassmen housing.

you two had agreed, living in the dorms another year wouldn’t be be the worst, but an apartment on campus would be even better. at the bare minimum, you two live well together. clean, respectful of each others space and things, never had many problems about temperature and whatnot. that was just elevated now that you two were dating.

“okay worst case scenario, we could always do two single rooms sharing a bathroom? that way we each have space but we can just sleep in one or the others room every night.” you were rambling on and on, about all the possibilities you two could end up with. billie’s heart fluttered as every single one of them, ended with some explanation of how you’d end up in each others bed.

roommate!billie, who learned how to use pinterest when you shared a board with her, so you two could decorate your rooms to feel homey.

roommate!billie, who is now obsessed with pinterest.

roommate!billie, who thought she loved quiet nights with you before… but by god she loved them now. especially with the spring rain coming in almost everyday…

roommate!billie, who opened the window a sliver every night it was supposed to rain, so it would get chilly enough that you would snuggle closer to her in your sleep.

roommate!you, who didn’t even know where your little purple humidifier was at this point.

roommate!billie, who just had to ask…

“so, what is your obsession with sleep?” she leaned on the doorway of your bathroom, as you finished up some skincare. every product had some kind of relaxing scent, or some magical promise to help you destress and sleep better.

“oh god, i’m such a light sleeper! if i don’t do my whole like routine, i’m basically screwed. ever since i was younger, like genuinely a mouse could breathe in a silent room and it would wake me up.”

“huh,” billie muttered, still confused.

“what?”

“nothing, it’s just.. you always knock out like a light. at least when you sleep with me you’re always out so fast i can’t keep up.”

“really?”

“mmhmm. i look down to say something and you’re already drooling on my pillow.”

“i don’t drool!” you giggled.

“ok i’m messing with you there. but yeah.. you fall asleep so fast! are you waking up in the middle of the night?” she came up behind you in the mirror, setting her hands on the sides of your shoulders, rubbing the skin softly.

“well.. actually i- wow you know what i don’t think i am. i did in the fall, like august, september, maybe a bit of october.. and then a bunch when i went home for winter break..” you trailed off. “but not recently. i guess i wasn’t paying attention.”

“well no, you were asleep.” she teased, making you turn to playfully hit her.

“i’m just saying! i noticed it in november, after we went on our first date. you’d just fall asleep in my arms.”

“oh.” you had a small, flushed, smile on your face.

roommate!billie, who always slipped an extra umbrella in your bag the night before, knowing you’d forget and get stuck in the rain between classes

roommate!billie, who offered to drive you to further classes…. kissing you goodbye each time, leaving her flustered in the drivers seat.

roommate!billie, who loved taking walks at night as it got warmer. right after dinner. she’s always suggest walking to and from the meal hall, or it was one of your favorite parts of the day now.

roommate!billie, who practically sterilized the room when the pollen count got high and your allergies flared up.

roommate!you, who’s parents, came to visit one saturday, to start taking some things back home with them since the semester ended next month.

“hey lovey!” your mom called, shutting the car door.

“hi mommy!!” you called back, walking towards her to let her engulf you in a hug.

you brought her upstairs to yours and billie’s shared room, unlocking it and letting her in.

roommate!billie, who is ADORED by your parents, even before you realized you liked girls and started dating.

“hi mrs. y/l/n!” she said, climbing down off her bed to give her a hug.

“hi you!! you sick of my daughter yet??” she teased pulling away from the hug, shooting you a wink as you playfully scoffed.

“aww i could never be, she’s too perfect,” she came over to hug you playfully, kissing your cheek while you tried to hide your smile.

you three spent the next hour or so, packing up some non-essentials, and moving things down to your moms car. some decor, winter clothes and boots, last semesters textbooks you forgot back in december, things you definitely wouldn’t be needing over the next four weeks.

at one point, you moved your bed away from the wall, to reach some bigger things stored down there, leaving your bed in the middle of the floor to deal with later.

well now it was later. your mom took you and billie to dinner, at the quaint little diner a few minutes from campus, before sending you both off with hugs and kisses and good luck ending the semester.

“i’m gonna shower real quick,” you said as billie unlocked the door, holding it open for you. she just smiled and nodded, kissing your cheek quickly.

as the bathroom door closed, billie put her hands on her hips, looking at the bed in the middle of the floor, when she had an idea.

meanwhile in the shower, you heard quite the commotion in your room. something squeaking on the floor, loud and a little annoying. but you figured it was just billie being a gentlewoman moving you bed back for you.

you were met with quite the surprise when you finally opened the bathroom door.

billie was sat in the middle, of your two twin sized beds pushed together to make one big bed. she had a big fluffy blanket that barely covered both beds, but was big enough for you two to snuggle under.

“what did you get up to missy?” you had a teasing, flustered smile on your face.

“i made it into a big bed!! i hope that’s okay?” she got sheepish and red in the cheeks, making her even more adorable.

“yeah!! yeah, no it’s.. it’s perfect.” you stuttered out. slowly you made your way over, hoisting yourself up onto the tall dorm bed, shifting closer to the middle to be closer to billie.

“this feels so like… adult.”

“adult?” billie laughed, “what does that mean?”

you giggled along with her. “i don’t know, like.. adults share a big bed together i guess?? it’s different than sharing one of our beds separately i guess. there’s more room.”

“that is true, there is more room. now you won’t be up against the wall every night,” she giggled.

the two of you laid together for a while, watching tv on billie’s laptop, when the mood shifted a bit.

roommate!billie, who gained quite the reputation last fall, as somewhat of a player. never ghosting hookups, but never committing either.

roommate!billie, who never wanted to pressure you into anything, especially knowing you hadn’t been with any girls, and maybe no guys either.

roommate!billie, who would actually worship you if she ever had the chance to be with you like that. if sex with you is anything like your soft angelic kisses, she’s a goner.

roommate!billie, who wasn’t impatient, but definitely curious.

the tv show you were both watching had become background noise at this point, both of you chit chatting every so often about whatever came to mind.

not to mention flirting. billie was in quite the flirty mood today, especially since she pushed your two beds together.

she just watched you for a moment, smiling softly as she pushed some hair behind your ear. your skin glowing under the colored light of your sunset lamp lighting up the room.

“y’so pretty,” she whispered mainly to herself but the sheepish smile growing on your lips told her you heard it. you leaned up meeting her lips in a kiss.

it started soft, before getting hungrier, more desperate. you moaned softly into the kiss, making billie’s ego inflate about a million sizes. she wanted to hear it over and over and over again.

softly, she helped you lie back without breaking the kiss. your hands threaded through her hair and hers moved around on your waist.

her kisses shifted to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, jaw, jawline, down your neck, until she found your sweet spot, eliciting a whiney, breathy moan from your lips. billie smirked onto your skin at the sound of your little gasps and moans.

her ego would go nuts if she knew that she was the only person to ever make you moan before.

she sucked and licked over the same spot until it bloomed dark on your skin. she began to move down more towards your collarbones, her hands softly moving under your sweatshirt when your breath hitched.

“you okay?” she said, looking up at you from where she was kneeling.

you just lay there, panting, looking at the ceiling, blinking.

“baby, you’re scaring me.” immediately you grabbed her hand from under your sweatshirt and looked down back at her.

“i’m okay.”

“what’s going on love? talk to me please.” she shifted her weight to lay next to you. you played with billie’s fingers, nerves eating away at your breath.

“i’m um.. i’ve never…” you cleared your throat, stalling. billie’s free hand went to rest on your waist over your sweatshirt, her fingers moving softly on your clothed skin.

“have you ever had sex before?” her words were soft, and understanding before you even said your answer. there was no disappointment or bite to her words. you finally made eye contact and wanted to cry. her face was so soft, eyes full of love and warmth.

slowly you shook your head, eyes moving down to yours and billie’s hand, still connected.

“that’s okay baby!! i’m not upset, that’s perfectly fine,” you started to tear up. “oh baby, no. why are you crying pumpkin?”

“because i’m embarrassed about it… and you’re being really nice,” your bottom lip wobbled and your eyes were wide like a baby deer.

“lovey,” billie pouted sympathetically. she sat up against the pillows, bringing you down to her chest to hold you.

“we don’t have to do anything tonight. or anytime soon. or ever if that’s what you want. i’d wait forever for you,” she kissed the top of your head a few times before leaning back a tad to wipe some tears from your face.

“are you sure?” you croaked. billie nodded warmly, her smile so sweet.

“okay,” you nodded and snuggled back into her chest, still hiccuping back tears but slower now as you caught your breath.

billie held you like that for a few minutes. your scared little heart, starting to warm up again, coming out from behind the metaphorical wall you had in there. billie was so sure you had fallen asleep, until you shifted so you could look up at her.

“billie?”

“yeah, baby,”

“can i tell you something.. like kinda big?”

“anything you want, mama.”

“i think i’m falling in love with you.”

“yeah?”

“uh huh..”

“oh babyyy.. i’ve been in love with you for months.”

an: posted at 11:58 pm…. on the 16th like i promised😎🤪

[seonghrtz]

𝑚y 𝒉usband. 𐙚 両面宿儺 ( streamer!au ) fluff 642 words + warnings. ooc sukuna | you call sukuna 'husband' to see his reaction.

You were in your bedroom, lying on your bed, surrounded by your stuffed animals, snuggling up to a ninety-centimeter Hello Kitty you had recently received from your boyfriend. While one hand held the stuffed animal, the other held your phone as you scrolled through videos on TikTok.

In the background, the sound of water falling from the shower in your bathroom was almost like the soft sound of rain, making you drowsy. You could have used the few minutes before the live start to fall asleep, but you didn't want to sleep for a few minutes and then have to wake up.

So you kept watching the videos until you stopped at one that caught your eye.

It was a trend in which a woman called her boyfriend her husband to see how he would react.

A mischievous smile formed on your lips and you immediately had a brilliant idea. It had been a long time since you and Sukuna had been together, it wouldn't hurt to call him husband just to see his reaction.

With this idea in mind, you continued to watch the videos until you noticed that Sukuna had turned off the shower. Shortly thereafter, your boyfriend appeared shirtless ⸻ showing off his defined, tattooed torso, which still had a few drops of water on it ⸻ and wearing the Hello Kitty print pants you had given him for his birthday.

"You're not going live, are you, doll?" Sukuna approached, sitting on the edge of your bed.

You quickly turned off your phone, leaving it in a corner of the bed, forgetting it existed, and sat down on the bed, looking into Sukuna's eyes.

"I've been waiting for you." You smiled slightly and kissed Sukuna's lips.

"Get things started," Sukuna's hand reached for your cheek, where he caressed it lightly, "and I'll get the snacks."

You nodded and got out of bed to go to your desk and turn on your computer. You got everything set up and took the opportunity to start the livestream, as it was a few minutes past the time you usually started. You sat down in the pink upholstered chair and greeted the people in the chat.

"Today we're going to do something different from the current schedule." You smiled slightly as your eyes quickly shifted to Sukuna, who entered your room.

He wore a white tank top and held cans of soda and snacks in his hands. Sukuna left the food on the table and pulled up a chair to sit next to you, his eyes briefly leaving you to look at the monitor and see some comments in the chat ⸻ as always talking about how cute you were together.

"So, today my husband is going to teach me how to play Resident Evil I" you smiled at the camera.

The moment the word "husband" came out of your mouth, the people in the chat went wild and you looked over at Sukuna, who was next to you, staring at you with an expression that mixed astonishment with adoration.

"What did you call me?" Sukuna pulled your chair towards him.

"What?" You let out a nervous laugh.

"We're not going to play that game today..." Sukuna got up from his chair, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He grabbed the mouse, turned off the live stream, and walked over to your bed, gently tossing you onto the mattress.

Ryomen climbed on top of you, kissing you fiercely as his hand traveled over every curve of your body, tracing the paths already engraved in his mind.

"You know you have to marry me now, there is no escape." He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Did you like it?" you asked with an innocent smile on your face.

"I fucking loved it!”

© seonghrtz, 2024. all rights reserved, please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works !

[odoraful]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃.ᐟ

it's a cosy saturday night. rain gently patters against the windows. you set up a small projector in your bedroom and decide to play a horror game with your boyfriend while snuggling in bed.

content: headcanons, established relationship, no in-depth details of anything scary (however, there are descriptions of the type of horror game they play!) a/n: tbh i’m not the biggest fan of horror games, but i do enjoy peoples' reactions to playing them, so i thought it’d be fun to picture how the boys would play hehe

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⟡ ZAYNE

You're playing an exploration-focused game set in a hospital. The main character is a patient who seems to be having visions of their past.

You take the controls, and he lets you sit in his lap. Only if you get too scared or rage quits does he take the controller from you to play.

“No!” you cry out. The hiding spot you snuck your character in is discovered by the monster, leaving you with a Begin from last save? screen. You bury your face into Zayne’s arm, frightened by the sudden attack.

Defeated, you hang your head and wordlessly raise the controller towards him.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you to take it from your hands. “I’m guessing that means you’re tapping out for now?”

Snuggling deeper into his chest, you sigh. “Yep, you’re subbing in.”

Zayne manoeuvres the character carefully around the abandoned hospital and you hold your breath. The silence of his concentration is occasionally broken by your gasp seeing the creature stalking right past the character. Miraculously, he manages to evade and escape on his first try. 

“We did it!” you cheer with relief. 

“We?" He lifts a brow. "If I’m not mistaken, I was the one holding the controller.”

“Well, I was your emotional support!”   

If he is scared, he never lets it show. Rather than screams, the most you’ll get out of him is a slight flinch or a curse under his breath. He actually seems to be more frustrated than frightened. 

He’s an ace detective when it comes to putting clues together and figuring out the mystery! Lowkey a lore gatherer. 

“I see… so these hallucinations are simply a manifestation of the main character’s guilt.” He's absorbed in the inventory screen, sifting through all the collected notes and letters.  “Zayne, I think we’ve spent more time reading than actually playing.”

⟡ XAVIER

You’re playing a survival game set in space. The main character is a lone astronaut on a space station who must defeat an extraterrestrial monster. 

You two alternate between who’s in charge of controls based on each save point. 

When he does get scared, he reacts by dodging out of the way in real life as if the alien is actually coming through the screen. 

Xavier doesn’t have the most experience with video games, so it takes him a little bit to understand the mechanics. Despite this inexperience, he still clutches it anyway. It also pushes him to try over and over again even if he fails multiple times. 

"Xavier, let me have a go at it if you can’t get past this.” 

This is his third go at defeating the monster in the final stage of the game. He shakes his head fervently. “I can do this. If you think about it, this is just like evading a wanderer’s attacks.” There’s a determined look in his eyes. “I should be good at this.”

You poke his shoulder. “Well, the problem is that the character in-game doesn’t have your evol to help them out.”

Xavier hums thoughtfully. “They have a sword though. I know how to use a sword.”

The innocence of his tone strikes you through your heart and you can't say anything to refute his logic. Maybe real-life sword skills can transfer to in-game controls.  You give in.

“Okay, you get one more go at it! I know you can do this."

Your encouragement renews his spirit. He lifts up a fist. “I’ll get it this time for sure.”

Easily gets side tracked from the main quest and wants to explore every nook and cranny. Collectables and achievements? This might be the first time Xavier stays awake because he’s getting a one-hundred percent completion rate. 

Questions the survivability of the main character and the realism of the situation.

How can drinking medicine instantaneously cure the character’s wounds? How is the character still walking after being bitten in the leg? Beings from a different planet don’t actually look like this you know…

⟡ RAFAYEL

You’re playing an indie game set in an abandoned mansion. The main character has inherited this house from their grandfather, who was a wealthy collector of occult art pieces.

He wants to be in-charge of all the controls and lets you cuddle against his side. You observe his gameplay like you're watching a movie. 

Tries his best to maintain his composure to show you just how calm, cool and collected he can be. However, he ends up jumping around every corner he turns.

He either moves really slowly because he can’t stand not knowing where the phantoms are lurking, or will charge straight in to get it over and done with. 

“This doesn’t scare me. I’m just being cautious,” he’ll say defensively, leaning into your shoulder more as he slowly moves the controls to pan the camera around the empty room.

His efforts are futile as the phantom zooms past the open door behind the character, accompanied by a piercing sound cue. Rafayel’s shriek drowns out yours, as your scream swiftly turns into a fit of laughter. 

“Your scream scared me more”—your words come out in bits and pieces between your cackles—“than the actual jumpscare!" 

He’s red in the face, offended by how amused you were at his suffering.

“My life is in mortal danger, and you’re laughing at me?!” He tries to stay indignant, but he can’t help but crack a smile at how lost in laughter you are. 

Has a genuine appreciation for the art direction of the game. He loves how atmospheric it is and compliments the stylistic choices. He actually chose this game just because the reviews raved about how good the visuals were. 

“This is a nice house, like look at all this antique decor. You think we could live in a place like this someday?” You shiver. “A haunted mansion infested with ghosts? I think I’ll pass…”

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[beelzecxi]

“Cause’ I know if I’m haunting you, you must be haunting me.”

Synopsis: From the moment he laid eyes on you, you became all he could think about. It was like all of his senses were consumed by you.

Tags- Stalker! Simon Riley! x male reader! NSFW! Fem-aligned DNI! MDNI! Soft-top Riley! Reader gets called princess! Dubcon! kidnapping! Creampie! Subspace! Oral fixation! Lack of lubricant!

A/n: This is hella fucking rushed

He’s been watching you for what feels like his entire life. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew that you were his. He remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers your clothes that clung to your form, the way your hair looked like you had just gotten out of the shower— granted, it was raining that day, but God. He gets a boner just thinking about it, about you. That terrified look you had in your eye when you looked at him; it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does. I mean, he’s seen people with that look a million times.

In his line of work, it’s a given to have someone beg for their life. He wants to see you like that. Not begging for your life, he would never do anything to hurt you. He wants to see you beg for him. Hell, he needs it. The need to make you his is what pushed him this far. He was managing his obsession with you just fine until that random nobody dared to flirt with you. That was when he realized he needed to take you far away from the people who could potentially take you from him. Who cares if you don’t even know who he is? You’re his, and that’s final.

And now you’re here, snuggling further into his embrace. You don’t even realize it; you probably think he’s one of your plushies for something. Who would’ve known that your plushie obsession would work out in his favor?

Sure, you’d probably be scared out of your mind when you woke up, but that’s not going to stop him from enjoying every minute of this. Though going off the bulge in his pants, he’s enjoying it way too much. It’s not like he can help it; you’re just too cute, you’re soft in all the right places, and your waist just fits so perfectly in his hands that he could probably just use you like a fleshlight and— okay, this way of thinking is not helping his boner.

Though the way you’re looking at him isn’t helping either— wait… you’re looking at him. Ah, you’re awake already? Just as he was starting to enjoy this.

Good morning, princess,” he greets, the pet name rolling off his tongue before he can stop it. He knows you’re terrified; that much is a given. Plus, you look like you’re about five seconds away from pissing yourself, which… is not necessarily a lie.

You did wake up in an unknown place wrapped up with an unknown man, a very sexy unknown man… but as sexy as he is, it’s fucking creepy! You know for a fact you fell asleep in your room, in your bed, but here you are, in a room unknown to you and a bed that is not yours. Not to mention there’s something poking you! ‘Wait— is it his? No! Of course, it isn’t, right?’ you ponder, glancing down between you and the man.

“ It is!!’ you whimper, jerking your body away from him. “G-Get that MONSTER AWAY FROM ME!” You whine, backing up against the wall. Your panic, however, seems to be very amusing to your kidnapper. “Monster, you say? Is it that big?” He chuckles, wrapping his hand around your ankle, stopping you from getting too far away from him. “L-Let me go,” you stammer, trying to yank your leg from his grip, though this just made him tighten his grip.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, dragging you back to him. “Why would I ever let you go when I just got you?” he queried, wrapping his arms around you. “Why would I let you go when I can finally hold you in my arms?” He finishes, staring into your fucking soul.

‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY?’ you wonder, not out loud for obvious reasons, but jeez, you don’t even know each other, but he’s making it sound like you’re fucking soulmates. It’s flattering, coming from someone as hot as him, but it’s still creepy as fuck. “Hi, I don’t know if you know this, but we do not— I repeat, do not know each other,” you tell him, trying (and failing) to get out of his grip.

“Trust me, I would remember meeting someone as hot as you,” you squeal out before being smothered into his manboobs, “I wouldn’t expect you to remember me, we met rather briefly,” he speaks in that husky voice of his, that voice could make the hardest of men drop to their knees in order to please him. ‘God, I could probably cum from hearing him speak alone.’ You tell yourself, and you could, but you’d probably get all whiny, and then he’d know.

He’d know that you were being dirty and thinking filthy, debouched things from his voice alone. “ You bumped into me. It was raining, and you were in a rush. Maybe you were just trying to get out of the rain, or maybe it was something else. But from that moment on; I knew you were destined to be mine.” he whispers, brushing his thumb against your forearm.

‘Yeah, he’s insane…is it just me, or are all the hot ones always fucking mental?’ you ask yourself, though I feel like you’re the mental one if you’re talking to yourself. “Dude, why would you remember me bumping into you?” you asked, confuzzled by the thought.

You remembered that day as well, not by choice; if you could, you’d wipe that bastard memory from your mind. That memory was so embarrassing to think about, why did you have to fall on your ass so hard after bumping into one man? Just why?

“I can’t control what I remember; I also cannot control the way I feel for you… I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I’m still not letting you go. I’ll never let you go,” he assured you, his eyes darkening. “As flattering as that is, I don’t even know your name, dude.” You remind him, raising your eyebrow at him as you wait for his next move.

“ Simon Riley,” he whispers, leaning towards you, or should I say your lips? Who cares? “Remember it, that’s what you’re going to be screaming tonight.” He teases, connecting your lips together. And for a moment, you believe that he was right about that soulmate shit, and even if he wasn’t, who cares?

He kisses like he’s pouring his soul into it, and by the gods— it leaves you craving more. It’s like he just scratched an itch you didn’t know you had, but not that it was scratched it won’t stop itching. What even is breathing at this point? Unpopular opinion, but breathing is extremely overrated.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters against your lips before pulling away, and you may or may not have let out a whine… not that you’d admit to it if you did.

“You’re playing with fire, princess,” he teases, trailing his hands down to your hips, digging his thumbs into the flesh there, praying for it to bruise. “Why do you keep calling them that? I have a cock, you know.” you pant out, whining softly at the harsh grip on your hips. “I’m well aware,” he pauses, leaning down to nibble along your neck, stopping just below your ear before whispering out, “Princess.” in that annoyingly sexy voice of his.

“Then stop calling me that, I don’t like it” you whine out, trying (and failing, a repeating pattern, it seems) to get away from him. “Really?” Simon questions, trailing his left hand down to the bulge in your underwear, “what’s this then?” he queries, his voice laced with humor, as he rubs you through your underwear.

“S-stop that,” you moan out, though your actions say otherwise; rolling your hips into his hand to chase your own pleasure. “Do you really want me to? It doesn’t seem like it… but… if you want—“ Riley says, moving his hand away from your cock, “Nononononono,” you whine, reaching down and grabbing his hand, placing it back where it was. “Please— please, just— just touch me.” You beg, before immediately getting embarrassed at yourself; sure, the guy is fucking hot, like his body is so tea that the British are coming… well, the British are already here technically… but begging like this… to your kidnapper?

God, that is a new low. Sure, you haven’t had sex in months, not that you didn’t want to, but you always felt like someone was just glaring at you every time you tried. Now that you think about it… it was him, wasn’t it? ‘This entire time… I had a STALKER?’ You think to yourself, sure you’re banging, like you’d stalk yourself if you could; but that doesn’t mean you’d expect to have an actual stalker, and a fucking hot one at that?

‘You know what? I’m just gonna enjoy this, the embarrassment to come it future me’s problem,’ you think once again, stop thinking just turn off your brain and enjoy this; you won’t regret it, trust me. “Touch me,” you whine out once more, rolling your hips into his hand before putting on your best doe eyes, “please.”

“Jesus,” you heard him groan, and that’s when you knew— you’d won at life, Simon’s blue eyes were laser-focused on you, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know; you were about to be wrecked.

And for once you decided to not complain, just think of it as a one-night stand, and after this, your standards will probably be through the roof, but then again the guy did say he’s never letting you go so soon; shout out to getting your organs rearranged daily!

At first, he doesn’t move, just stares at you like he’s savoring the moment or waiting for you to get cold feet and change your mind; then he strikes. His hand, warm and calloused, hooks onto the band of your underwear and yanks, pulling them down to your knees: at first, you jump, the cold air against your heated skin isn’t exactly pleasant, but then— omg, then he wraps his hand around your shaft, and fuck it’s the best thing ever, and then he starts moving his hand and— “Feels so good, ohmygod, pleasepleaseplease” you slur or whine? The only thing I know is that you’re desperate, desperate for any part of that blue-eyed blondie you can get.

“Be patient,” he breathes out. God, his voice alone has your eyes rolling back into your head and toes curling and— “suck,” he gruffs out, holding two fingers in front of your mouth, and maybe it was the desperation, or maybe it was— okay, let’s be honest it was the desperation. Still, without any hesitation, you took his fingers into your mouth and sucked on them like your life depended on it. Though, to be frank, in the moment, it seemed like it did.

You made sure to get them nicely lubricated with your slobber, mostly because you didn’t want to tear anything down there, but also because you liked it, no scratch that you loved it. The feeling of something in your mouth always manages to bring you a strange sense of calm, and well, even now, when your dick felt like it was gonna explode, it still managed to lure you into an intoxicating headspace.

“You went down quicker than I expected,” Simeon says, taking his fingers out of your mouth, chuckling when you chased them, a whine falling from your lips. “Relax, here comes the fun part,” he mutters, lifting your leg onto his hip, “woah, wish you could see how pretty your hole is, darling,” he whistles, teasing your hole with his thumb, groaning softly at the whimper it excites out of you.

The moment his finger breached your hole, your body went lax, a moan escaping from you. “So, good,” you slur, pushing your hips down onto his finger. “It only gets better,” Simon mutters, adding another finger, scissoring your hole like a man on a mission. “Si, more, please,” you beg, putting on your best puppy eyes as you lie there with your leg over his hip.

“Are you sure?” He asked, worried. He didn’t want to hurt you. You are his most prized possession, especially with the lack of lubricant. The thought of accidentally tearing you was terrifying. That would give you a reason to hate him, and he only wants to give you a reason to love him and only him; the same way he loves you.

“Simon, please,” you whine, using your leg to pull him in. “I want you in me, and I want you in me now.” You tell him, your voice laced with high amounts of desperation. He listens, as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s been dying to be inside you for what feels like a million years, with no further resistance, he removes his fingers, hooking them to make sure they tease your prostate on the way out.

Grinning at the high-pitched whine that escapes you, “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll be filled in just a moment,” Riley assures, tapping the tip of his cock to your hole and slowly, hella slowly, pushed in. The moment he did, it was like all of your prayers were answered, it was like his cock was made to be inside you, to keep you filled. “Fuck—“ he groans, right into your ear when he bottoms out, and that went straight to your cock, if the extremely loud moan you let out was anything to go by.

“ Si-Si-Si” you beg, rolling your hips against his whimpering when he digs his thumbs into your hips in response, “Stay still. Let me take care of you, princess.” he huffs, placing his left hand above your head, pulling back til only his tip remained, and thrusting back in, rather harshly.

Not that you care, right now all you feel is SimonSimonSimon, and his cock, fucking hell, it feels so good. It hits all the right places so perfectly you don’t ever want to live without it in you. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cry, and you are, but for different reasons.

The curve of his cock makes sure that it rubs against your prostate with remarkable precession, Jesus fuck.

“Perfect, you’re absolutely perfect.” Simon praises, speeding his thrusts up as he hunches over you. “It’s like you were made to fit on my cock.” He grins, he was right; he can use you like a fleshlight and use you like you were always meant to be used.

Your whines and whimpers are like music to his ears; the way the pitch of your voice changes depending on the slightest change in his speed or angle. He knew you were perfect, but this was way beyond his expectations at this point you were borderline godly.

The way your hole sucked him in and clung to him when he pulled out and how your leg tightened on his hip in fear that he’d pull out and leave you open and empty. “I gotta cum,” you whine, reaching a hand down towards your cock only to have it slapped away, “don’t,” he commands, his tone leaves no room for objection. “You’ll cum if I make you,” He tells you, his thrusts getting harder and faster until they were almost animalistic.

“Si, please. Touch me,” you plead, whimpering from the stimulation your prostate is getting. “Please touch my cock!” You whine, signing in relief when your pleas were answered, for how callous his hands are they feel so good around your cock, all it takes is two strokes and you’re cumming like a virgin in his hand, clenching around his cock so tightly that he almost immediately followed after you.

“Shit!” He yelps, fucking you through your releases, chuckling at your whines of overstimulation. “Don’t worry, princess, we still have a full night ahead of us.”

“I said I wasn’t letting you go, didn’t I?”

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A/n: the loml wants a pt.2 so pt.2 coming soon

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“Oh you’re so beautiful…” Jing Yuan muttered into the soft skin of your neck.

He was snuggled up against you in bed. When you woke up, his strong arms were wrapped around your waist. It is true that it was him who accidentally woke you up with how his cheek kept rubbing against your skin, like a cat craving attention. Though, when he asked if it was his fault, you of course told him no; you didn’t have the heart to blame him.

Soon, his lips pressed against your neck more, even licking a little spot that he had gently sucked, creating a red mark right where he wanted.

“So beautiful, my dear, that it makes me crave more of you. Please. Please will you give me more of you…?” His tone was like a child’s asking for candy or more time to play, and his pleading voice, oh how it melted your heart.

“Come here.” You shifted a little on the bed, giving him more and easier access to your body which he immediately took full advantage of.

His body rolled over and towered over you on the bed, one of his hands placed on the pillow directly next to your head, and the other hand was placed right next to your waist.

His face leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

It made your heart flutter. It was as if you had kissed for the first time again and now you wanted more of him.

Your hand slowly reached down to the skin right beneath his pajama shorts, causing a small shudder to escape his lips and onto yours.

“My dear, if you toy with me like this I’ll want more from you.” Jing Yuan purred with that sleepy voice of his.

“Well what if that’s what I want.”

A fire lit up in those sweet eyes of his, the hand that was once positioned beside your waist was now gripping your hip lightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

At your approval, he began lifting your shirt, simultaneously you took off his shorts, managing to pull them down completely and then throwing them onto the bedroom floor.

Everything happened so fast that the next thing you remember was the friction of Jing Yuan’s fingers against your clit, which only resulted in a pleasurable gasp.

“What a lovely sound, my dear, so lovely.”

His fingers moved faster. He then used your slick to rub his own cock as preparation to thrust inside you.

He started rubbing his cock in between your legs that he held close together.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He hummed. “Are you ready, my dear? Ready for me?”

You nodded, your hands brushing up and down his toned body.

His tip found its way to your hole, he kissed the edge of your jaw, kisses as soft and caring as light rain falling onto you in the late nights of summer.

“Mnngh-” You couldn’t hold back the whine that left your throat once he thrust inside you, even if it was slow to make sure it didn’t cause you any pain.

“You’re doing so well, you’re my good girl.”

He started moving a little faster and a little deeper, and your breathing got a little heavier and just a little bit more ragged.

“You’re taking me so well and you feel so good- so damn good” He kept moving faster, deeper inside you until he couldn’t hold back as it was all he could think about. But it wasn’t like anything else was on your mind either.

“Oh you’re so good, my dear. The best. Nothing would ever compare to you. You’re doing so well.”

Every word that left his rose tinted lips added more to the wetness between your legs, only to be used up immediately by Jing Yuan’s increasing speed.

Your moans came out as pathetic stutters, and each one hit Jing Yuan’s heart like an arrow full of love and adoration.

“Louder my dear.” He pleaded, needing to hear more of your noises, needing them to be more obvious and only his.

You complied almost instantly. You believe that even if he hadn’t asked you to do so, you would have anyway with how hard Jing Yuan was thrusting in and out of you, the friction so dire that the pleasure you were feeling was almost extreme enough to make it painful.

And you loved it.

“Good girl.. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“M-mhm…” You couldn’t even speak with how many sensations you were currently experiencing.

“My pretty, good girl.” His voice was gentle - barely above a whisper - and yet it had such an immense effect on you. “So fucking good…”

Oh the way his skin was slapping against yours. The lewd noises echoed around the room, creating a world in which only you existed. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered.

“Such a-” 

Harder.

“Fucking-” 

Harder. 

“Good-” 

Harder

“Girl..”

It took one last thrust for the both of you to come undone. The hotness of his liquids spread all over your stomach - even reaching your bottom lip - as he quickly pulled out.

His eyes were full of love that only grew when he saw you lick your lip.

“My pretty girl.”

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౨ৎ꣑ৎyou and coryo during a blackout౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow for my darling @phantomamour <3

The sitting room was one of the areas of the house you’d paid the most attention to when Coriolanus had given you free reign over decorating, and right now you were more than glad for it. 

A part of you had been skeptical, wondering how much use this room would get, seeing as your husband was a chronic overworker, bringing his papers for bedside reading and taking meals at his office desk. When would he possibly be convinced to sit down and relax with you? You were very happy to be proven wrong now as you snuggled up next to him, seated on the deep raspberry couch with a scarlet fuzzy blanket draped over your legs as the wind raged on outside. You nuzzled Coriolanus’ shoulder, mind hazy with loving him.

He’d taken an unexpected break from his constant writing, his reports and papers, to sit down “just for five minutes”. Now you’d managed to hang onto him for an hour, hoping he wasn’t checking his watch. You hadn’t put a clock in this room for a reason, but he was chained to the little one he took everywhere. If you had it your way, you’d seize the watch and take it apart and scatter the pieces across the four corners of the earth. 

His arm was wrapped around your waist, fingers rubbing up and down in a soothing way. Coriolanus was so warm beneath you, still in his crisp white shirt and dark red suit pants for the day. You knew he had his work clothes ironed and steamed, and so you had no qualms about wrinkling them by lying across him and clinging to the fabrics he chose to wear. When he’d first sat down, you’d reached for him, loosening his tie and unbuttoning some of his shirt so your ear was touching his chest. He’d commented before about how you were like a baby, always seeming to want to touch his skin. Truthfully, you loved the closeness, the feeling that was only granted to you. 

With a long, gentle kiss to your forehead, Coriolanus began to sit up, shifting you off him. You whined in protest, fingers tightening their grip on his shirt. “I know, I know,” he soothed, moving so his feet were touching the ground. “I need to finish something up to hand in tomorrow. I’ll join you in bed later.”

“Coryo,” you tried, tugging lightly on his arm. Reaching up to touch his cheek, you frowned when he caught your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers.

“You’re tired,” he muttered, smoothing your hair back. “Go get ready for bed, darling. I won’t be too long.”

Sighing, you were about to give up and flop back onto the couch, try and snuggle into yourself to try and fabricate his unique warmth. He eased you off him, lips forming what you thought might be an apology, another promise, but before he could, the lights began to flicker. Brow scrunching, Coriolanus tilted his head up, looking to the lights. Given his rocky youth you knew the sight was not a new one, but it was certainly unexpected given his circumstances now. Financial stability ensured he had the best, and that included the resource of power.

“What-?” you began to ask, when with a shudder, the lights went out altogether. You clutched your blanket closer to your chest, as if the dark would summon such creatures as what you feared as a child. Coriolanus had stopped his attempts to remove himself from you, instead clasping you closer. 

“It must be the storm,” he said simply, squinting at the window. Even if the lights were still on, you’d drawn the curtains once the sun had set, covering the window and making the room feel more cozy. This time when he went to get up you did not stop him, watching as he stood and stretched, striding over to the window and parting the rich fabric to glance through the pane. You could barely see his outline, but still you tracked it until he returned, reaching under your arms and lifting you up, blanket still around your shoulders. “It’s raining hard.”

Now that he pointed it out, you could better hear the faint pitter patter on the roof. Coriolanus wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you around the coffee table and somehow managing to fit you both through the doorframe. You squinted into the dark, your feet forgetting how to move in the lack of light.

After a few minutes of clumsy shuffling, your husband paused, suddenly swinging you up into his arms. He still moved slowly as he walked down the hallway, but quicker still than he would have been with you. 

“Will the lights come back on?” you mumbled, feeling as though you had to speak quietly for some reason.

“Mhm,” he hummed, easing the door to your bedroom open with his foot. “I’d be surprised if it lasted through the night.”

When he set you back on your feet, you moved for the bathroom, intending to brush your teeth and wash your face with the hope it would be over by the time you were finished. Coriolanus wasn’t far behind you, apparently paranoid that you’d fall and hurt yourself somehow. He was your shadow both literally and figuratively as you moved into the closet, reaching a blind hand out to try and find something to sleep in. After knocking a stack of folded silk pajamas to the floor, Coriolanus seized your hand, gently pulling it away from the shelves. “Here-” You could vaguely see him moving in the dark, and then the familiar sensation of a fabric was put in your hand, his fingers closing your own around it. 

You got the message, dropping the blanket and pulling your dress over your head before retrieving his shirt from the ground and putting it on, not bothering to fasten any buttons. Coriolanus wrapped your blanket back around your shoulders, and you leaned against him happily, reveling in the full feel of his bare chest on your cheek. He silently smoothed your hair, lifting you around your waist and carefully maneuvering around the clothes on the floor. You giggled, feet dangling and hitting his bare legs. 

Frowning, you reached down, expression easing when you grabbed the waistband of his underwear. “Oh, I thought you were naked.”

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. Lovingly, an expression only he could make so. “Not that kind of night, sweetheart.” A kiss was administered to your forehead, and he deposited you gently on the bed. There was a switching sound, and then your eyes adjusted when you gathered he’d lit a match. He carefully lit the candle at his bedside, a precaution learned from the war. You had a vanilla scented candle on your own table. 

Burrowing under the covers, you reached for him when the mattress dipped, and he drew you into him, wrapping both arms around you like somebody was going to try and take you from him. One thing you knew about Coriolanus was how he liked to hoard when he loved something. He kept you close when he had you, acting as though you would disappear tomorrow. Kissing between your eyebrows, he smoothed your forehead, nosing into your hairline.

“I don’t like storms,” you mumbled.

“I know.”

A boom of thunder rattled your bones and you curled deeper into him. “They’re too loud.”

“I know.” His hand cradled the crown of your head.

You rested your cheek against his chest. The darkness was creasing your safety into fear.  “Make it stop.” 

“I would if I could, darling.” Coriolanus kissed your forehead. “Just go to sleep. The lights will turn back on in the morning.”

“Promise?” There was no way he could know for sure, but Coriolanus had never been in the business of making promises he couldn’t keep.

He smoothed your hair, letting you twist and shift until you were comfortable. Only when you were on the cusp of sleep, relaxing into his arms, he whispered, “I promise.”

[paulyenvol6]

Favorite Place

Jackson!Joel x female reader (OS)

Writing this story made me realise three things: I can't write fics under 4,000 words, this one Narcos gif with the woman's hand grabbing Javi's thumb and her hand looking TINY compared to his has a chokehold on me (if you know you know) and I'm such a sucker for Joel fingering reader who's sitting between his legs. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), established relationship, Joel is down bad for you, softdom!Joel, he talks you through it, little bit of mean Joel but still very playful, edging, daddy kink, subby reader, crying, allusions to dacryphilia, sort of Joel x princess!reader vibes, fluff, lots of sweetness

Wordcount: 4,548

Masterlist

Joel couldn't help himself.

Especially on a morning like that.

The moment he had opened his eyes he had realised that it was far too early to get up, and a quick glance to his right was another reason to stay in the warmth of his bed. You were fast asleep, your chest steadily heaving and your lips so wonderfully parted. You looked like the most peaceful little creature he had ever seen and he simply didn't want to leave your side.

And then there was the rain outside, drops of cold, icy water falling on the veranda, and together with the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance it created the perfect atmosphere to spend the first few minutes of the day snuggled up under the thick blanket that did its job perfectly, protecting Joel from the sharp, creeping cold outside.

Perhaps the morning would have gone like this, Joel dozing off or just staring at the ceiling until you slowly and naturally woke up and he could pull you in for a nice morning cuddle, but it didn't.

Joel simply couldn't help himself.

Seeing you wrinkle your nose in your sleep, your lashes fluttering and your beautiful plump lips twitching every now and then…

He obviously wasn't new to the way his body reacted to you so he wasn't surprised when he felt his cock harden as he lay on his side, propped up on one elbow to watch your pretty face. He bit his lip, considering whether to indulge his desires at the risk of waking you and robbing you of minutes of precious sleep, but then he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and the red 8:34 caught his eye.

When had you gone to sleep yesterday…?

Joel bit his lip, remembering that he had turned out the lights at around 10:30pm, so that should be enough sleep for you. And then as he returned his gaze to your sleeping form, all doubt fell off him. He felt the urge to curse as his boxers tightened around his dick and he grinded his teeth, taking in your messy hair that looked just the way it always looked after he had fucked you nice and deep. The blanket hid most of your body, but he saw the base of your neck that looked so… biteable.

Fuck.

If he did this much longer, watching your body and imagining the most sinful images in his mind he wouldn't be able to hold back at some point.

Fuck it.

Joel closed his eyes for a moment before crawling closer to you until his knees touched yours through the blanket. He pulled it back with gentle hands, careful so you wouldn't wake up and then almost moaned at the view before him. The grey tank top that was so tight around your torso, it virtually hid nothing and rather highlighted the curve of your beautiful breasts. It was pushed up your body, revealing a bit of skin between your top and your sleeping pants which Joel took in like a greedy predator. His heart was pounding in his chest thinking about all the things that he wanted to do to you; every inch of your skin he wanted to taste and bite and inhale until all he could feel and think about was you.

He slowly moved closer until he was towering over you and then brought a hand to your head, stroking your hair back so your bare shoulder was revealed and he could press a tender kiss to your warm skin. You truly were a goddess and Joel began to lose control.

After pulling back he reached for your chest, very carefully and softly taking your flesh into his large hand just so he could feel your warmth and then briefly brushing with his thumb over your nipple. In a matter of seconds the nub had hardened under his touch and the flinch of your body was clear evidence that his actions actually were having an effect.

Then Joel removed his hands although he would have liked to spend much more time teasing and spoiling your breasts, but he wanted to wake you up from his mouth on your pussy and the risk was too high that his play on your sensitive nipples would jolt you awake. Therefore he gently pushed against your shoulder until you were lying on your back and apart from a little hum there was no sign that you were about to open your eyes.

"That's a good girl…," he whispered, letting his gaze travel down your body, his heart jumping at the view he just wouldn't get tired of no matter how often he saw you in your most vulnerable form.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, the grave contrast between your soft and tender skin and the rough pats of his fingers that were marked by age and hard work making his head spin. The he pulled down your pants in one go until they were dangling around your knees and precisely listened for any noise from you, but his heavy panting was the only sound in the room. He proudly stroked your knee, admiring the way your body cooperated, then crawling up your body until he could prop himself up on his elbows on either side of your hips.

He gifted your torso three kisses, one on your left hipbone, one on the right and one right on top of your belly button. Joel knew how tingly you were in that area though, so he quickly went back to acting according to his initial plan. Your pussy was bare now with nothing hiding from him what he craved so badly. His eyes devoured what he could see so far which wasn't a lot, but he could glance at the hair stubble on your mound and a tiny pink bruise on the top of your thigh which he had left a new nights ago and which filled him with a profane satisfaction.

Joel's big hands parted your legs, careful not to stretch you too much, and then settled between them, making himself comfortable on his elbows and eating up more of his favourite place in the world with his hungry eyes. The pink skin, your hole that he loved to see quivering and clenching in anticipation, unpatiently waiting for him to shove his dick in and your bundle of nerves that he could now find within milliseconds.

He smirked to himself licking over his lips like a man starved and then lowered his face to press a kiss on your clit. It was short and light like his mouth was still exploring you and like he was almost shy with his actions although Joel wanted nothing more than to dive between your legs until he couldn't think straight anymore.

Jesus Christ, you would be the death of him.

He darted up to you, searching your face for a reaction but your eyes were still shut, a slight pout on your mouth now. He lowered his gaze again and then carefully stuck out his tongue to draw a thin strip over your clit. Joel sighed, his eyes rolling back at the familiar feeling of your sensitive warm little nub against his tongue and then looked up as he heard a restrained moan out of your mouth.

Smiling, he decided that it was time to wake you up so he created more friction, circling your clit and using his spit as lubrication with his eyes on your face so he would see when you woke up. And so it happened seconds later when your eyes suddenly sprang open, sheer shock and surprise in your expression and Joel grabbed your hips pressing you down as he felt you shift.

"Shhh… S'alright, babygirl. Daddy just needed a taste…"

Your eyes were clouded by tiredness, but your pupils frantically danced over the queer picture of his head between your thighs at such an early hour.

"Joel," you panted, your body still wriggling underneath him, but he had you pinned firmly to the bed.

"It's okay. Relax, hon. Just wanted to taste your perfect pussy… Relax f'me, will ya? Gonna make you come if you're a good girl for me…"

Joel saw the tension in your face fading as you adjusted to the scene, your body losening and your thighs spreading wider for him.

"That's a good girl… My perfect 'lil girl…," he praised you as he dived back between your legs, connecting his soft lips with your clit again and gently sucking it into his mouth to create delicious pressure.

"Oh fuck," you squealed, his hands on your hips tightening at his favourite sound in the world.

"Joel… Oh please, Joel, more…"

He lowly chuckled, your toes curling as the vibrations transferred from his mouth to your pussy, but then slightly raised his head so he could look into your eyes.

"Not Joel, babygirl. Ain't my name right now."

You blushed and bit your lip, an action that sent his heart rate through the roof.

"Daddy…," you whispered, quiet as though you were scared someone else would be able to hear it.

"Don't ya get all shy on me, baby. You know daddy don't like it when his favourite girl hides from him."

His fingers were buried in your flesh like a warning and you cleared your throat to repeat the word louder this time.

"Daddy… Please, I…. need more."

"There ya go…," Joel hummed, replacing his tongue on your clit with the pat of his thumb while he licked his way down to your entrance. He circled it, savouring your sweetness on his flat tongue while showering you with praise that made you melt in his arms.

"Tell daddy how it feels. You know I like to hear it… Know I love to hear how good I make my favourite girl feel…"

You whimpered, knees trembling until you bent them and your feet pressed flat into the mattress, but Joel cut you off, slipping his underarms under your thighs to spread your legs and pin your knees down.

"Stay like this, angel. Just need ya to stay still 'n' lemme take care of ya. S'all I need ya to do… Yeah, just like this…"

He eased his tongue inside of you to collect and taste as much of your juices as possible while his thumb massaged your clit and the sensation became almost unbearable, your skin prickling and every single hair on your body stiffening.

"Please… please daddy, lemme… Let me cum, please."

Your sweet little whimpers slowly began to turn into long whines that would have been heartbreaking in any other circumstances. But not right now. Right now they were music to Joel's ears and he wished he could go on like this forever, squeezing one orgasm out of you after the other and never having to leave his favourite spot between your spread legs.

"Of course I will, babygirl. You can cum whenever you want to, just don't want ya to hold back anything. S'only the two of us in here, no one else to hear it… Never would anyone else see or hear you like that, mhm? 'Cause you're fuckin' mine. My prettiest girl…"

"Y-Yes, daddy. Yes, I… Fuck!"

You arched on the back, so close to your orgasm that Joel could almost smell it. Like a man possessed, like an addict, he inhaled your pussy, swapping tongue and thumb again so he could lovingly kiss your clit as he slid his thick finger into your weeping hole, never stopping to talk in his husky bedroom voice that you adored like nothing else.

"Don't move… C'mon, don't fuckin' move, I know you can be good…," he growled in response to your restless squirming and writhing, his left, unoccupied hand wandering up to your waist to both squeeze and hold you down.

He knew that it was difficult for you as he wasn't new to how responsive your body was to his actions, but he also knew that you could do it if you only tried hard enough. So all he had to do was remind you how much he loved you and give you a reason to put even more effort in obeying him.

"Look at me, angel. Yes… there we go… Keep those pretty eyes on me 'n' breathe. Through your nose just like daddy always tells you… Yes… Knew you could be good. Daddy's so proud of you, babygirl."

Your lips curled into a shy smile as his compliments slowly lit up your face and once your mushy brain had comprehended every last word your cheeks were flushed and you bit down on your hand.

"Thank you, daddy," you said with a croaked voice, your eyes watering at the divine pleasure given to you by his mouth and fingers.

Joel had replaced his thumb with his index finger and soon added another, pumping them in your pussy while his mouth took care of your throbbing bundle of nerves that uncomfortably pulsated and seemed to burn under his touch.

"Daddy… I need it so badly, please, I…"

You cried out and a single tear fell from your lash line to roll down your face until it hit the curve of you lip.

"I know… I know just what you need, my pretty girl. Daddy's gonne give it to ya… So no reason to cry, mhm? Or you think daddy's gonna give in 'cause of your pretty tears?"

He smirked, but it only made you sniffle and wrinkle your nose.

"Please," you repeated and the sight of your sulky expression made it so seductive for him to edge you a little longer. He loved to hear you beg after all, your trembling lower lip, the way you fisted your hands around the sheets, and of course your stuttering words, which didn't always make sense but made it pretty clear how much you craved release.

A broken sob left your throat, your fingers creating a dry, papery scrape as they brushed over the linen bedsheets.

"I needa cum, daddy, please."

More tears joined the one glistening on your upper lip and Joel briefly glanced up to you, checking in to see whether this was becoming too much for you. He knew that you needed more and first and foremost you needed him to go faster to guide you to your climax, but he honestly had too much fun right now. Not only did you taste heavenly and he didn't want to pull back just yet, but he enjoyed your little reactions too much, the tilt of your head, your whimpering and screaming, the twitching and jerking of your body and the way your legs tensed and relaxed in a steady rhythm, which was why he didn't pick up the pace but slowed down even more until you grabbed his locks in a complaining manner.

"Daddy. Please, you can't… I've been so good, haven't I?"

Your voice was quiet and accusing and it almost made him melt. Almost.

"You have, babygirl," was all he answered before sucking your clit into his mouth and slowly, almost as if he wanted to explore and remember every side of it and its exact shape, tapped against it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time he curled his two digits that were inside of you which made your lips form an 'O' shape.

"Fuck!" you yelped, your shoulderblades hitting the mattress again while you threw your head to the side, eager to find some release, but you just didn't seem to succeed without Joel's help.

"Breathe… Just like that… And keep those eyes on me, ain't gonna repeat myself," he whispered, carefully nibbling at your swollen clit, your body flinching and your back arching every time his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub.

"Daddy. Daddy, please, make me cum. I need it… please…"

Your body was shaking now, small sobs leaving your mouth and although his insides clenched and his heart painfully ached at your big tears, he had no intention of changing anything about his cruel actions. As long as he was in control and the only one responsible for your suffering, all was well. If things were beginning to slip out of his hand, it would be a cause for concern but right now he could steer the amount of pleasure and stress you were experiencing and Joel had full trust in himself that he was able to figure out when it was becoming too much for his perfect princess.

"You're gonna cum, angel. When I think you're ready to."

He steadily thrusted his fingers in your cunt, reaching so deep inside that your hips lifted in the air to move accordingly before Joel set an end to it, pressing down on your lower belly. The stimulation on your clit had come to a full stop though and you helplessly bent your neck to see what was going on between your legs.

"Joel… You can't do this, please… I don't – I don't understand, please, I was good."

His eyes were pitiful as he observed your face in silence, his heart pounding in his chest at the feeling of your tight walls pulsating around his fingers.

"So goddamn helpless, jesus…," Joel growled and then hummed out once he was knuckles deep in your cunt. After trailing soft kisses along your hip, he sat up to kneel between your thighs and, placing his hands on your knees, guided them to bend so the soles of your feet pressed flat against the bed and your legs were spread open.

Your teary eyes were begging him, silent pleas and questions lingering in the air, but Joel stared at your pussy, then removed his fingers from inside of you and delivered a soft slap to your core that made you jolt. This time you didn't react at all, your eyes sad and big as you stared into space not even focusing on him and he sighed, caressing the inside of your thigh and then gliding his thumb through your folds.

"Oh babygirl… You angry with me?"

You were sulking, not replying to his words and instead crossed your arms in front of your chest which was answer enough. He exhaled and tilted his head, watching his thumb draw tight circles around your clit which made you gasp out, but you clearly held back, not wanting to drop your defiant and pouty attitude.

“Alright, angel,” he said, dropping his hands onto his thighs with a soft slap before straightening up.

Without giving you any warning or further explanation, Joel lifted you into the air - one arm braced under your knees, the other around your shoulder - then slid behind you and manhandled you into a sitting position between his spread legs with your back against his chest.

You shrieked, your fingers enclosing around his wrists, but then peeked behind your shoulder in confusion.

"S'alright, baby. Gonna make you cum now…," he hummed, his breath hot and raspy against your ear. "You deserve it, don't ya? You were so good for daddy, did everythin' I told ya to an' took everythin' without complainin'."

You could only nod and then felt his warm hands grabbing the hem of your top and sliding it up and over your arms so you were sitting completely naked between his thighs.

"Jesus…," Joel grunted, kissing your bare shoulder and wrapping a hand around your abdomen to cup your breasts.

"Prettiest little body I've ever seen. So sweet and so goddamn perfect f'me."

He kissed a trail up your neck until his mouth was just below your hairline, his nose nuzzling your scalp and his stubby beard tingling against your skin. You moaned and wanted to say something but all that Joel perceived was mindless babbling which made him gently chuckle as he tasted your salty skin on his tongue.

"That pretty brain of yours is all gone, mhm?" he teased as his left hand joined his right in kneading your breast, leaving his right free to dive back between your legs where your clit eagerly awaited him.

"Mhmm… there she goes… Practically sucking me in, ain't that right?"

Two thick fingers rubbed your bundle of nerves that prickled so spectacularly under the rough pats of his digits and you instantly started with your squirming again, but Joel had you under control with his feet that had slid underneath your ankles to keep your legs parted for him and his left hand on your chest pressing you against him. It occasionally traveled to your waist to draw a few soothing circles over your skin and show you how good you were doing, but his main focus was rolling your nipples between two fingers and massaging the swell of your breasts.

Soon Joel had you trembling for him again and he was almost amazed by how quickly you were on the verge of breaking down.

"Good girl… You wanna cum all over my fingers? Soak them with your wetness and then lick it up afterwards 'cause you made such a mess? Wanna get all dumb on daddy, huh?"

"Y-Yes," you cried out, your hand reaching up to where his hand was squeezing your breast, and then your fingers wrapped around his thumb, squeezing it tightly to release the accumulated pressure in your body.

"Please, daddy," you howled, your whole body on fire and ready to cross the bridge and to your great fortune Joel not allowed it, but encouraged you to, his fingers picking up the pace when he sensed that you were close.

"I got ya, yeah… I got ya, babygirl, just let go and lemme catch ya… My perfect 'lil princess."

Your body unnaturally bent in his arms, your posture hunched over as he rode out your orgasm, his thumb relentlessly rubbing your clit in tight circles to squeeze out everything you had to offer.

"Could watch you all fuckin' day like this. So pretty when you fall apart for me… Such a sweet perfect doll… You know that I would give you the fuckin' world, mhm?"

His voice sounded almost aggressive, his gaze burning holes in the side of your face and his dick painfully twitching at your fluttering eyelashes and your open mouth. You were so overwhelmed by the thrill that you forgot how to speak or express your feelings, apart from the curling of your body and your rapid heart rate.

"Breathe, angel… Breathe f'me… Just like that, in and out… Can't do everythin' for you, you gotta breathe for yourself."

Feeling your hips shift in discomfort he removed his fingers from your pussy with the thought that all he wanted to do to his perfect doll was making you feel good and shower you with love and praise now that you had let him see you fall apart for him so sweetly.

Your head had dropped to his shoulder, your chest heaving in heavy draughts and the skin over your collarbones red and sweaty. It was the perfect view for Joel and he couldn't help himself as he twisted your nipple with his fingers which earned him a painful sob from your overstimulated body.

"Sorry, princess," he whispered and connected his lips with your neck as an apology.

"Now open your mouth," he then demanded, bringing his soaked fingers that beautifully sparkled in the bright morning sun - he hadn't even noticed that the rain had stopped and the dark clouds had dissipated - to your lips.

At first, you didn't react, your eyes shut and your body powerless against his broad chest, but then Joel fondled your belly, coming to a stop to have his hand splayed out on top of your stomach.

"C'mon. Want ya to lick 'em clean. Show daddy how good you are."

Of course it worked because Joel exactly kenw what buttons to press. As if you were in trance, you parted your lips which he instantly took advantage of and pushed them into your mouth. He didn't go very deep for obvious reasons, your body still weak and pliant in his hold, but your tongue seemed to know what it had to do and started to lap up the wetness that was sticky on his skin.

"Good girl… Makin' daddy real happy."

You hummed around his digits, working with your eyes shut so that one could mistake you for being asleep and after a few minutes Joel released you already and drew them back to rest his hand on your waist. He kissed you behind your ear, gently caressing your hip and stomach area while patiently waiting for you to recover from the exhausting and breathtaking high and when you finally opened your eyes ago you looked pleading. Unsatisfied.

“What is it, babygirl?” Joel asked, pressing you lightly against his muscular frame with a gentle squeeze. You moaned and rocked yourself against his hard dick, turning your head to look at him.

"You..." you whispered in a hoarse voice, still struggling to get the words in the right order in your head.

"You need to cum, daddy," you eventually said, your eyes glossy and round as coins.

"Don't worry about me, Princess," he replied with a subtle grip on your hips, then gently cupped the flesh of your ass.

"B-But…," you continued, gripping his wrist in panic.

"Shhh…," Joel made and tightly wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you firmly against his abdomen and caging you with his palm planted against your tummy.

"Daddy," you tried again, but he shook his head leaving kisses on your neck where your baby hair tingled against his nose.

"Everything's fine. Daddy just needed to take care of you. You don't need to worry your little head about it now, alright?"

After giving it a thought you swallowed, but then nodded, losening up to comfortably settle against his broad body.

"There ya go… Did so wonderful for me, angel. My sweetest, prettiest angel."

You grinned and chewed on your bottom lip to hide your excitement at his compliments, but Joel had his eyes on you anyway and savoured the way your cheeks heated up at his words.

"I love you. More than anythin' in this world. And I wanna show it to you all the time."

"I love you too. So much," you whispered with big eyes, turning your head so that Joel could embrace you in a soft and tender kiss that made the butterflies in your stomach wake up and dance a happy dance.

"What 'bout we get you nice 'n' cleaned up and then I'm gonna make breakfast for you? What ya in the mood for? Pancakes or scrambled eggs?"

You brought your thumb to your mouth, nibbling at the nail before turning in Joel's hold so you knelt between his legs, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

"Pancakes, I think. But you don't have to – "

"Shh," he silenced you once again by placing a finger on your lips.

"Lemme help you at least," you whispered once he removed his finger from your lips, giggling as you felt him pull you towards him by your waist.

"We can talk about that. Although I love spoiling my girl so much…"

You smirked, burying your hands in his locks and chuckled as he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.

"You're spoilin' me too much. Just wait 'n' see until I get all insufferable and obnoxious…"

"You could never," he quickly stopped you, his hands tracing your jawline until they rested on your cheeks.

"My prettiest princess."

[pupdoc0916]

Love

The soft rumble of thunder filled his ears. He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling the aroma of the falling rain as it pattered down from the sky. Without opening his eyes he snuggled down further into the blanket over top of him, his head pillowed by his hands that were stretched up cradling him upon the soft pillow below.

He loved storms.

The sound of the rain. The soothing cacophony of claps and booms that crescendoed and soften through the charged air. If he kept his eyes closed he could almost imagine his was home.

Surprisingly storms were almost the same here. The sounds and smells and feelings mimicking what he had grown up with. As a child he would love stomping through the puddles, allowing the deluge to trickle through his quills as he played. When the play was over, he remembered laying atop his father’s chest, feeling his warmth and listening to the beat of his heart as he fell asleep to the pitter patter of rain on the top of their hut.

Calm.

He took in another deep breath, relishing in the surrounding sounds. He wasn’t sure how long he had laid awake listening to the storm. He did not sleep much as it was, learning to subside on light naps and long bouts of exhaustion during his years of travel. Sonic, when he had realized that Knuckles awake more than he was asleep, had told him that he was safe. He could sleep and not worry about attacks and danger. And he knew that…he did. It was just…old habits died hard.

He shifted slightly in his bed, feeling the cool sheets slide around his chest at the movement.

Muscles tensed as a creak filled his ears. His eyes shot open at the unexpected sound, drifting to his right, then quickly to the left to identify the possible threat. His adrenaline died as quickly as it had come when his purple eyes met the frightened blue of his fox companion.

“Umm…Knuckles…?

The kit pulled his tails around his body, almost protectively as he stared down at the echidna. His small hands clutched a blue blanket close to his body, tucked near his chin.

“Can I…ummm…can I sleep with you?”

The soft, shaky voice caused Knuckles eyes to soften. He was about to answer when a loud crack of thunder followed by a sharp burst of light caused the kit to shriek softly. Before Knuckles could react further the small ball of fluff careened forward into his broad chest, small hands clutching at his red fur, burying himself under Knuckles’ blanket.

The echidna huffed with amusement but adjusted himself around the tiny being that now occupied his bed. He pulled himself to his side, allowing Tails’ form to tuck further into his chest. Knuckles lifted the top of the blanket and looked down upon the tremoring ball of fur.

“It’s alright, fox.” he said softly, bring one large hand down so his arm held the child more tightly. “You are safe.”

A few sniffles came from the kit and a small hand came up to rub at his nose.

“I…I know.” he said, voice still shaking. “I know that there is nothing to be afraid of. I know it’s just a vibration of air molecules and electrical forces. I KNOW that! It’s just…”

Knuckles let out a low chuckle, causing Tails to raise his eyes toward the echidna’s.

“It’s just that it is a big noise and you are a very small fox.” he answered with a smile.

Tails smiled softly back in response, until another clap of thunder sent him back under the sheets. Knuckles pulled him slightly closer. He suddenly thought of his father and the calm that his presence would provide as a puggle during the storms.

“Here.” his deep voice spoke. He rolled his larger body back over, again laying on his back. He pulled Tails on top of his chest, nestling the fox’s head just under his chin. He pulled the blankets back up and over them, covering the shivering fox beneath.

“Breathe.” he rumbled softly like the fading thunder.

Tails nestled and shifted against him, his down arm shifted upward to rest on Knuckle’s shoulder, the other resting across the rest of the echidna’s chest, clutching at his fur.

“I…I’m sorry…” the child squeaked through embarrassment.

“Shhhh.” the wisp of air passed through his lips. “Focus on me. Breathe…”

Soon Tails quieted and was matching his breaths. Knuckles watched as one of the kits ears twitched down against his chest where the echidna knew his heart was beating. A small hand clutched tighter to his body.

Knuckles almost couldn’t believe his own ears as he began to hum softly, the melody of an old lullaby his father used to sing to him as he fell asleep.

Another rumble of thunder passed over, but this time the fox didn’t react. Knuckles felt the small hand tighten on his shoulder, resting just under his quills. A deep sigh left the kit and he relaxed further into the echidna’s firm frame, soothed by the purr of a lullaby in his ear.

It wasn’t much longer before Tails’ breaths began to fall into a deep, even pattern. Knuckles raised his arm again to place around the small form, ensuring he would not slip or fall.

As he watched the sleeping fox perched on his body, head cradled by the white crescent on his chest, he felt a well of warmth through him. The feeling overtook him, spreading through his heart, causing his eyes to burn softly with mist.

It was a feeling he almost couldn’t remember. A feeling that had become foreign to him throughout the years. A feeling he had not allowed since the fall of his tribe.

Love.

As he gazed down upon the young fox he felt a deep love for this little being. An overwhelming need to protect him from harm and make him happy filled his being, almost choking him with the weight.

A nudge to his unprotected side pulled him from the depth of his thoughts and he carefully moved his head to his left so as not to wake to sleeping fox. Purple eyes met half lidded green as the hedgehog before him stood, shoulders slumped with exhaustion, blanket wrapped around him.

“Move over…” he mumbled, nudging the echidna’s side once again with his foot.

Knuckle’s eyes narrowed with confusion but he allowed himself to carefully slide to his right, opening up a spot next to him on the bed.

The hedgehog slid beside him, laying so his head rested in the crook of Knuckle’s arm. He stretched a blue arm up onto the echidna’s chest, laying it just beside the sleeping form of the fox.

Knuckles let a small smile cross his lips and pulled the blanket up and over the hedgehog next to him. Soon soft snores began to filter to his ears as Sonic quickly fell back asleep. He tightened his grip around the hedgehog and allowed his eyes to fall closed.

And as his mind began to drift to sleep surrounded by the two beings that he had come to see as family surrounding him, a realization took over his mind.

He was a big brother.

He was a protector.

He was a guardian.

And he loved them. With all of his being.

@year-of-the-echidna

[k0juki]

pls some joost fluff (cuddling n maybe some making out??) headcanons bitte bitte🙏

🥴 danke danke for request!

Cuddles

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

A/n: I wrote it a bit different, hope you won't mind much!🙏

Warnings: bit suggestive and making out, so be aware!

Wc: 736

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Okay, so Lazy Mornings would probably look like this.

Joost loves to sleep in on any day, but what he loves more is when he wakes up to find you still cuddled up beside him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He'd pull you even closer, wrapping his arms around you protectively, and nuzzle his face into your hair, content to stay tangled up in bed with you for as long as possible.

"Good morning to you too, Joost." You said with a small smile and felt him tighten his hold on you from behind.

"Morning." He whispered and kissed your neck. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"It's alright. I have to get up anyway." You answered and turned in his hold.

"Not possible, you're staying here, with me." He spoke and as he was about to kiss you, you turned your head to the side and said. "No, no, no, I will give you a kiss after we brush teeth."

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Post-Eurovision Comfort would be absolutely necessary and nobody can tell me otherwise.

After a particularly tough last few days at Eurovision, Joost would come home exhausted.

You'd meet him at the door with a warm hug, leading him to the couch where you'd lay his head in your lap and gently massage his shoulders and back.

"It's gonna be alright Joost, it will be alright." You would softly whisper to him.

He'd close his eyes, letting out a contented sigh as he relaxes into your touch, grateful for your soothing presence.

"Thank you love."

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Movie Nights are a must.

You and Joost have a tradition of having cozy movie nights at home. He'd make a big bowl of popcorn, and you'd snuggle up together under a blanket on the couch.

As the movie plays, Joost would absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I know what you're trying to do Joost. It won't work." You warned him, clearly knowing what he was up to.

"I'm not doing anything love, you're just paranoid." He chuckled and threw himself at you, pinning you down on the couch.

He started kissing you as you put your hands on his shoulders and then to his hair, lightly tugging on it. Joost moaned to your mouth.

He suddenly pulled away and said. "If you're going to tease me like this, then it's not my fault. It's yours."

"No, it was you who started kissing me. It's your fault." You moaned, feeling him kiss your jaw and then neck.

"That sounds fair."

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Unexpected Cuddles are like:

Whether you're cooking dinner together or just lounging around the house, Joost loves to surprise you with sudden cuddle attacks.

He'd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back as he peppers your neck with gentle kisses, making you giggle and squirm.

"It tickles!" You gasped and then you started to laugh, trying to pull away, but he didn't budge.

Now, that he was fully pressed against your back, he turned you around, so you were face to face. He bent down and took your thighs and pulled you up at the counter as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support.

"You realize I'm cooking, right?" You asked him, feeling all hot from sudden friction. Looking into his eyes, you see the hunger behind them.

You bit your lips and pulled him closer to yours lips kissing him with passion, but still soft enough.

"Who's the clingy one now." He laughed against your lips, kissing them again.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

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Rainy Day Cuddles:

When it's pouring rain outside, Joost would suggest building a blanket fort in the living room.

And guess what? You agreed, because it is fucking good idea.

You'd gather up all the blankets and pillows you could find, creating a cozy nest for the two of you to hide away from the storm.

"It's cozy here." You whispered to him as you laid on his chest. He had his arm around you and his other was in your hair, gently playing with it.

"Yeah, it is." He quietly said and kissed the top of your head.

Inside the fort, you'd cuddle up together, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof and he was sharing stories with you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

[leaawrites]

Read to me

Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Summary: in a world full of monsters, Percy just wants to protect his girlfriend.

Warnings: mentions of rainstorms, mentions of threats, self doubt, angst, fluff

Wordcount: 0.8k

Masterlist

The night started off with soft rain falling from the sky on the top of the beach house. Montauk. It started quiet and not threatening. Being the Son of Poseidon it shouldn’t make him lay away at night in fear of the storm outside, right? He shouldn’t fear it. But since the dreams got heavier and he finally had something - someone to lose, it felt all a bit more threatening. His life was now not only weighting him down - threatening him - but also her. The girl in his arms that was unaware of everything that happened during summer.

He felt bad for not spending the holiday with her, but she also couldn’t accompany him. Being left to wonder what he was doing there. She knew Grover already and she listened to Percy talk about his friends there - like Annabeth, a girl he mentioned one time too much in her opinion (but she would never actually say that to him) or Tyson. She knew about the lake that was there and capture the flag, but everything else was a mystery to her.

“Why are you still awake?” Y/n asked, waking up in the middle of the night from her boyfriend shaking in fear of a lightning and thunder.

It wasn’t the first time they have slept in the same bed, often doing sleepovers on the weekends. And it definitely wasn’t the first time she woke up because of him. But when she asked for the reason it was always the same.

“Just a bad dream,” Percy muttered, rubbing her arm gently to assure her that it was all fine.

“Percy,” she said, pushing him further than before. Mostly she would just let it go, nod and give him a kiss before snuggling back into his side and fall asleep again. Assuring him that he was safe was her. But he feared that she wasn’t safe with him.

“What are you dreaming about?”

The questioned lingered on her mind for longer already but she finally spoke the words. She needed answers. Not just lame excuses as to why he had scratches down his skin or why he always carried a pen with him when he never even used it.

She needed answers and he knew that, but could he give them to her so easily without putting her in danger? He couldn’t, so what would he give her? What could he give her?

“You,” he answered. Y/n looked at him confused, leaning on her arms to look at him properly. Her fingers moving through his hair. “It’s always you and it never ends good. I don’t want whatever happens in my mind happen in reality too.”

“It won’t,” she assured him, laying her head in the crook of his neck, planting small kisses on his skin.

“What if it will?” He couldn’t keep the possibility of it all away from his mind. He couldn’t block out the pictures he saw when closing his eyes.

“They’re just dreams, Percy,” she said again.

“Maybe they’re not,” he argued back.

“Dreams can’t hurt you.” She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “I’m here. I’m fine. And as long as I’m with you I will be.”

Silence filled the room. She was right, partially. As long as she was with him nothing would happen to her. He was able to protect her, fight whatever would threaten her.

“Can you read to me?”

Y/n looked at him surprised but nodded nonetheless. Climbing out from under the covers to grab the book, which she would be reading to him whenever he asked, from her bag. The Odyssey. She was confused and taken back when he asked her the first time, taking the book from her shelve and telling her about his interest for Greek Mythology. That was the first night he stayed over at hers. Listening to her read the words written on the pages for him to better understand them.

Saving herself from the cold again by laying back down next to him, Percy rested his head on her chest like he always did. Her hand found it’s way into his hair and gently playing with a few strands. Percy would ask some questions about who was who again sometimes, making her giggle in embarrassment when she didn’t know herself and then they would try and recite which characters they still knew had which part in the story.

The thunder still followed the bright streak of light closely behind but it got less and when she felt him finally relax against her fully and she turned off the light all which was left was soft rain. Kissing the top of his head, she closed her own eyes, falling back into a deep slumber surrounded with her own dreams of him.

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

obsessed

blurb

nhl!player x latina!reader

synop: he's in love with you, what's more to say?

a/n: writing in one tense is so hard lmao, apologies

it was a calm and slow night. the rain was pattering against the concrete balcony. the yellow light from your bedside lamp lit the dark room. your favorite show illuminated the rest of the shadows.

you laid on your shared bed for a while now that the cold bedding was warm. you fiddled with your necklace as you were engrossed in your dramatic entertainment.

you didn't look over at him when he walked into the room. he asked you a question but your mind ignored him. a plot twist was unfolding in front of your very eyes.

"baby" he said.

your show had cut to commercials.

"huh?" you finally turned your head to acknowledge his presence.

he stood there with his messy hair, in sweats, his chain peeking under his t-shirt.

"you're obsessed with that show." he rubbed his eyes as he looked between the tv and you.

"like you never have any obsessions." you defended yourself as you reached for your water bottle.

"I'm not judging, it's just you always go in our room to watch your show. you leave me hanging." he made his way on his side of the bed, curling up to your side. bear hugging you and laid his head on top your chest.

you could hear the pout on his face as he finished his sentence.

"they release an episode weekly. I can't leave you to watch my show for an hour once a week?" you laughed at his exaggeration.

he snuggled his head into your chest even more,

"nope."

you rolled your eyes knowing this man couldn't live without you solely because he loves you most passionately. he never fails to constantly remind you. if there ever was a moment where you did second guess if he did truly loved you, he would loose it.

and although his clinginess ever so slightly annoyed you, you knew it was out of love.

you raked your fingers unknotting his hair. he hummed to the touch. he listened to your heartbeat and smiled to himself, thinking of how lucky he is.

he started to move now, lifting his head to see you. he propped himself on his hands beside your waist. he started to peck your exposed collarbone, inching to your neck, softly kissing your skin.

he leaves a kiss on your dangling necklace. a heart shaped pendant with his initial stamped on it. his head reached your face, he stared at your eyes softly before his eyes lingered on to your lips.

your lips parted as your jaw instinctively titled towards to him. he leaned in closing the small gap. his eyes shut tight as he slowly kissed you. you hummed into the connection, reaching for his neck and hair.

the moment was pure bliss with the rustled sheets, the weather, and the sound of the tv playing in the background. your show had returned from commercials which peaked your hearing.

you hummed a final sound as you pulled back,

"my show," you whispered as you massaged his neck.

he loudly groaned,

"just one more." he closed the gap again, softly treating your skin. you sinked right back into his touch. you continued to hear the continuation of the plot twist unfolding,

"baby please. just give me a few minutes." you pleaded as you pulled away, looking over his figure to catch what you missed.

he finally gives up, his body dropping back on top of yours.

"like I said. you're obsessed." he mumbled into your neck.

"I think you have an obsession yourself as well." you huffed with your eyes glued to the tv.

he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, his hand dropping over your stomach, his fingers slowly circled your exposed midriff. your hand went to his still messy hair, massaging his head.

"I think you might be right." he whispered to himself with a smile on his face.

:D

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader? She was with him when both AM's drivers are going to the paddock for media days. And he looks so hot wearing an all white fit. He's doing all sorts of things, like making butterflies in her stomach. With the appearance of all black Lance. Maybe a little suggestive and fluff. Thanks!! :)))

You make me feel - Fernando Alonso x Wife! Reader

Plot: It’s media day, and your husband couldn’t look any sexier …

You’d stayed behind at the hotel having slept in longer than your husband who’d been up since the crack of dawn going for a run around the track before getting ready for the day. You’d taken an extra long shower and more time to get ready, until you basically floated into the paddock.

You hadn’t seen your husband all morning and you were excited to finally see him. You wave at the other drivers you pass that you were familiar with like Lewis and Max before rounding closer to the Aston Martin hospitality.

You make yourself known to the engineers around you, smiling and making conversation with them about today and how they thought it would go.

“Oh, by the way Fernando told us that we should send you too him if we saw you before him!” One of the younger mechanics grins pointing into the glass doors.

“Oh thank you Jay!” You smile before wishing them good luck for the upcoming race and goodbye for now. You make your way through the building sending a hello to everyone who makes your acquaintance.

Eventually you see your husband looking better than ever, he was in a white fit, thanks to his own branding. He had a Kimoa white top on and white karki shorts. When he saw you he immediately found his way over to you.

“Mmmmmm hermosa” he smiles pulling you into him, hugging you tightly.

“How was your morning, you were very sleepy” he grins, holding you at arms length to look over your now bright and awake expression, one very different from your half asleep, grunts and groans as he left you as the sun was just starting to peak its way over the building.

“I had a very good sleep, got to spread out the whole way” you tease looking up at him with a laugh. He laughs with a shake of his head.

“You don’t like me snuggling with you?” He asks, moving a hand to his chest in mock offence. He obviously wasn’t actually offended as he knew you liked to tease him like this often.

“Of course I do. But I do like turning into a starfish?” You grin, and he cocks his head to the side wondering what you are going on about. You attempt to think of the way to explain it in Spanish.

“Mmmm I think it would be estrella de mar?” You explain wondering if there was a more technical word for it.

“Ah yes, you do that even when I’m in the bed though” he chuckles and you gasp.

“I do not!” You say slapping his shoulder lightly.

“But you do, you just … sprawl out over me” he grins pulling you into a quick kiss before a familiar voice interrupts you both.

“Hey guys” Lance’s voice sounds past the loud clinking of coffee cups and plates from the busy hospitality suite.

“Ohhhh my gosh!! My son!! I haven’t seen you in ages” you say pulling him into a hug.

“Ahhh you look so nice! Did Fernando send you those clothes. Kimoa suits you” you grin seeing the branded clothes that he was wearing.

“No, I lost a bet with Daniel, Lando and Fernando that if I lost it I’d have to wear their merch at the next race. Wearing Nando’s today, Daniel’s tomorrow and Landos on Sunday” he laughs.

He looked good in Fernandos merch, as right now they were basically polar opposites. The vision of yin and yang.

“I like it, but aren’t you hot in all black?” You ask looking at the sheen of sweat across his brow that was nearly blocked by his sunglasses.

“A little but hotter in the car, work up that tolerance” he grins before checking his surrounding seeing his sister and running over to pull her into a hug.

You see your husband take two waters from a waitress raining his head to take the drinks a little spilling onto the white shirt. Once he’s done he comes back over handing you the remaining bottle nodding for you to drink it.

Your head cocks to the side.

“It’s a hot day, you gotta keep your hydration up okay?” He nods and you can’t help that swarming feeling in your stomach.

Your husband often gave you butterflies despite having been married for the good portion of 6 years. You always told him that was the best part of your relationship despite you being able to read him like a book, he always managed to have a surprise of two that made you feel like a giddy school girl.

“Thanks, you know you’re the best right?” You smile at him shyly and he looks at you shocked. It wasn’t often that he saw you shy in front of him, but he was always proud when he caught you out like this. So that shocked face slowly turned into a smirk.

“You think so?” He asks and you roll your eyes, a light blush crossing your cheeks as you look up at him.

“You know I do, wouldn’t have married you otherwise” you grit out awkwardly.

“Mmm didn’t tell you that you look beautiful today. Like I don’t even understand how you are my wife” he smiles and you nearly melt. You can’t help but lean up to kiss him.

“I think I’m the lucky one” you say softly and ever so quietly.

“Definitely not. I’m not needed for another few hours, shall we pop back to the hotel room? I think I might need to … change” he grins before pulling you back in for a kiss, taking your hand in his.

“I couldn’t agree more”

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