#so its on u to spread it around I guess

[wishfulsketching]

Shower time 👀

Shower time

EDIT: goddammit there was a typo. Well its in the internet forever now. Even gay men kissing in the shower can't save me now

[lokh]

Honestly I think its mad funny that in the Shuro/Laios au Laios’ Party think it was HIS idea. Like wait till they find out this was from Shuro like that Laios’ proximity chart about to be a family staple passed down from generation to generation, lovingly given to his fiancee.

AJABSBDBXBX 😭😭😭😭 all trust in shuro absolutely fucking lost like how could they ever have thought he was a Reasonable guy... in his defense maizuru is the one that came up with it and he's a pushover and couldn't put a stop to it fast enough. i feel like it would definitely make him more likeable to marcille tho lmao, like 1) no longer attempting to court falin but also 2) Ah, so you too have been influenced by laios....

[rawme-price]

Omg a pt 5 to my reader and her dog riley?? This is getting out of hand...

Anyways reader figures ghost out lol

Despite what gaz may say about you, u are not totally oblivious. You tend to notice when guys are interested in you, its just that ghost is so embarrassed about the effect you have on him that he's deadset on avoiding you. Everytime you even mutter praise for ur beloved riley, ghost is already out the door. Its a bit odd, you and ghost actually do have nice chats when riley isn't around, his dark humor and casual vibe is actually pretty charming.

It happens by chance while you and the guys are eating lunch, a rare occasion but one you enjoy very much. Soap is happily explaining how he got his callsign, when you furrow your brow and ask "Wait, what even is your last name? I've only ever heard people call you soap or johnny."

Soap grins, you've fallen right into his and gazs plan "Aye, i guess you wouldn' know would ye?" He muses, attempting to hide his grin "mines MacTavish, gaz is garrick, price is well...price, and ghost is riley."

"Riley?" You ask, looking at ghost, "dude, you share a name with my dog! Isn't that cool?"

You joke about it, but you can see the blush creeping up his neck when all he does is grunt. You file that away for later and go back to listening to soap.

A few days later, you and ghost are in the common area simply enjoying eachothers presence. He's lying spread across the couch, and ur working on the puzzle that's been taking up the coffee table for the better part of three weeks. Riley's not with u today, having been taken to the beach to go play with ur friends dogs. You miss him, but luckily your friend sends you a video of the big guy!

He's just so cute, covered in sand and chasing the other dogs! You smile at your phone, hand reaching up to pat ghosts bicep.

"Ghost! Ghost, look at this!" You dont wait for him to respond, knowing he will look "its riley at the beach! Look how cute he is!" You enthuse, leaning over so he can properly see the screen from his position.

"Riley's such an energetic boy, he loves to play! God, hes just amazing, I know hes having a great time right now. Hes such a good boy!"

The strangled sound ghost makes has you pausing, actually looking at him instead of gushing about riley. He's flushed, eyes wide as they stare up at you. You only now realize how close you are, leaning against his torso slightly, muscles stiff under your touch.

A grin splits your face, dots connecting. "Oh, this does something for you doesn't it?" You ask, and he looks like hes about ready to bolt, but too scared to push you away.

"Do you like hearing your name on my tongue? Or is it the praise?" His breath hitches, "hm, thought so. You wanna be my good boy, ghost?"

"Simon- its simon" he barely manages to respond, a gasp leaving his mouth as you lean closer, practically plastering to his side.

"Okay then, simon" you agree easily, relishing in the way his skin reddens. A hand trails up to rub his bicep, groping at the muscles you've been eyeing for far too long. "Cmon simon, be good for me."

He whines, outright and needy when you straddle his waist, large hands coming up to grab your thighs. He's already rock hard beneath you, grinding up almost unconsciously. Simon doesn't protest when you hook a finger under the surgical mask he wears, pulling it off to reveal the pretty part of his lips as he sighs. You cant resist leaning down and kissing him, feeling the way his lips press against yours warmly.

Youre snaking a hand under his shirt when a loud and pointed cough startles you two. Both of your heads whip around to see price with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly unamused.

"This is a public room," he points out, sounding vaguely disappointed despite the gleam in his eye "take this somewhere private."

As he walks out, you swear you can hear a muttered fucking finally.

(Omg wow hope yall enjoyed. fi you thought i was gonna make reader anything other than dominant ur in the WRONG HOUSE im a sub ghost truther!! I promise ill write the actual smut eventually lol.)

[starlinggirll]

If ur still taking requests what about like the guys finding out Bob is a virgin or never got a bj one boys night and tease him about it in front of u so of course u change that and take his virginity or give him his first bj

virgin bob ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

you had your suspicions. about bob being totally inexperienced. since your...drunken actions led him to sleep beside you, you did notice his tense demeanor despite your mind being cloudy.

that and everything about him? it didn't exactly scream "experienced".

but you felt soo bad when the guys started teasing him while you all were in hangman's hotel room having some drinks.

"seriously?" fanboy inquired, laughing along the other guys. you shook your head, taking a sip of your drink. "w-well i-" bob started before getting interrupted. "i mean are we really surprised?" hangman chuckled, patting bob's shoulder in the most condescending way. "i mean look at him."

thankfully the topic is dropped. but you do notice the way bob kind of deflates. like he took the guy's words to heart. so you decide to...help? "hey." you say as you sit next to him, your thighs pressing against against his.

"oh uh- hey." bob murmurs, offering a small smile while looking at you. you open your mouth to small talk, but you decide to stop beating around the bush. plus, you suspect that he's far too oblivious for any insinuations.

"look-" you sigh, looking up at him. "i want to help you, i guess. if you want to!" you say, and he tilts his head slightly to look at you. rubbing the back of his neck in slight nervousness. "if this is about me being i-inexperienced then you dont need to do this. i dont want your pit-"

you shut him up with a kiss. and he almost immediately melts into it, as if he was WAITING for it. you grab his hand and bring it up to your cheek, softly kissing him in a manner that allows him to be able to catch up to your movements.

you are the one to break the kiss, and he very quietly whimpers. "follow me," you whisper to him, standing up. he grabs onto your hand and follows you like a lost puppy.

he follows you into your room, and he feels his hands physically start to sweat more. you push him into the bed, spreading his legs slightly. "just follow my lead, 'kay?"

you are introducing him to a completely different zone, and he loves it. he's (involuntarily) dreamed about this since he found out he was your backseater. and now its happening...and all he had to do was be himself!

"what do you want me to do?" he whispers, his legs automatically spreading as he sees you kneeling infront of you. "just grab onto my hair, ill do the rest."

he nods, fisting your hair. you pulls his boxers down, slightly taken a back as his dick springs out, hitting his clothed abdomen. "stop staring," he murmurs, and you cant help but laugh. "sorry. it was just unexpected."

"ngh-" he whimpers as he feels your tongue lick around his tip.

you wrap your hand around his base, wrapping your lips around his tip. "f-fuck fuck.." he groans, his head tilting back as he lets out a moan. "that's so good..." he forces himself to straighten up to look at you. the urge to force your head down is building up, but he wants to let you continue going.

slowly but surely, you take him in your mouth completely. you feel him filling up your throat slightly and its progressively getting harder to breathe. "pleaseee..." he whines and you pull him out of your mouth with a pop.

"are you coming baby?" you ask, and oh your eyes and tone is so sensual it makes him nod like a desperate little puppy. "yes please." bob says as he takes his glasses off. "good boy. jerk yourself off." you coo, getting to your feet to start kissing his neck.

"tell me how." he whispers shakily, and you wrap your hand around his to guide him through his stroking. "fuck yes, just like that." he groans, looking up you with the neediest puppy eyes ever. "yeah you like it? oh i bet you do." you giggle softly before he splurts out cum without announcing.

his hips buck up in the air desperately as you gasp in cue. "bob.." you giggle, nuzzling your forehead into his neck. "next time you tell me when you're going to come, okay?" he tries catching his breathe while looking at you. his free hand gently rubbing your back.

"next time?"

[eelnoise]

cockwarming zoro in public

18+ NSFW minors DNI and all that a/n: quick horny drabble due to my insatiable nature i guess. also if u wanna request anything its open, i'd love to keep up writing and practicing smut <3

To anyone else, it looks as though you're just a drunken couple secluded in a booth in one of the darker corners of the bar. You're snug in Zoro's lap, one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly and pressing your back to his chest. It certainly seems innocent enough - and thanks to the convenient length of your dress and a well-performed poker face, nobody can tell that you have at least seven inches of dick in you. 

Zoro's cock fills you to the brim, his girth stretching your walls in such a way that has you biting back whines with each throb of his length against the tight and slick walls of your cunt. He doesn't move, instead sitting sheathed within you and whispering absolute filth into the crook of your neck. 

Occasionally, Zoro thrusts his hips to tease you in punishment, laughing coldly when you mewl quietly from the brief moment of friction. "I warned you about that dress," Zoro growls, the low rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "And you still taunted me all night with it." He takes a drink from his glass like nothing out of the ordinary is happening and squeezes your thigh tightly. "Now look at you. All desperate and needy for my cock." 

Zoro's voice is like silk, soothing yet commanding. You can feel his dominance and control seeping into your core. His grip tightens ever so slightly, a warning not to move. Despite the pain, you find yourself relishing in the sinful hold he has upon you. You can feel your juices coat him within your inner walls, begging for his cock. Whimpering softly, you're unable to resist the need to try and rock your hips. "Please, Zoro. I- I’m sorry!." You whisper, voice barely audible over the music in the bar.

“That’s too bad.” He murmurs, placing his glass back on the table. Zoro leans back, giving you another quick thrust as he settles himself against the back of the booth, causing a sharp sob to emanate from low in your throat. “Maybe if you’re a  good girl and stop moving I’ll take care of you when we get back to the ship, hm?” His voice is low and taunting, a challenge for you - a dare to keep you wrapped around his finger while your pussy wraps around his cock. “But,” He adds, the arm around your waist pulling you ever closer to him. “What’s stopping me from leaving you like this? I could just leave you dripping and desperate.” Zoro kisses up your neck, his tongue sneakily licking the shell of your ear. “It’s what you deserve after all that fuckin’ teasing you did, isn’t it?”

Zoro's words are like a dagger to your soul. His cock throbs inside you, taunting you with what you can't have. You bite your lip, trying to contain the whimpers that threaten to escape. His grip on your waist tightens, reminding you who's in control. Despite the pain and the pleasure, you find yourself addicted to the sensation. You know he won't give in easily, though you can't help but beg. "No!” You hiss, feeling the tip of his dick hit your cervix with each slight move he makes behind you. “Please! I promise I’ll be good!”

Your pleas are ignored. Zoro’s much too lost in his hedonism that any cry you make just boosts his own ego. He takes both of your thighs and spreads them wider on his lap, allowing him to brush against that delicious spot deep within you that makes your toes curl. Your face finally contorts into one of obvious, but frustrated arousal as you dig your nails into the arm around you. “Fuck….” Your cry is low and soft, though by the tone of the swear Zoro can tell you’re finally starting to crumble for him.

“Damn,” Zoro grunts as your tight pussy milks his cock recklessly. “You’re such a slut, aren’t you? Not even fuckin’ you properly yet and you’re still so wet n’ ready for me.”

[lomlhwa]

mommy (j.wy)

pairing: sex worker!wooyoung x client!reader

preview: you really wanna be a mom, but you don't wanna be tied to a man. so you find a service that offers impregnation with no strings.

tags/warnings: fem reader, exhibitionism (fucking in a very not private room), bondage, mating press, so much breeding, lots of talk about making the reader a mom (of course), masochism, degrading + praise, sir kink, choking, hand kink, pet names (princess, angel, baby), wooyo tries to be professional and fails, so much dirty talk, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.6k

song recs for this fic: i need u by bts

a/n: someone requested this but i'm not gonna put them on blast (you know who you are)

the sterile environment of the fertility clinic was nothing less than uninviting. the bright fluorescent lights were nauseating to say the least. it almost made you wanna turn around and change your mind, but the secretary spotted you before you could make a run for it. “who are you here to see, ma’am?” she asks you, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “um, jung wooyoung.” she scrolls through her computer before finding your appointment. “ah, miss y/n. you’re his 4pm to 6pm?” she asks and you nod. she clicks her tongue before picking up the phone sitting on the desk and dialing a short set of numbers. you hear the sound of the intercom beeping before she speaks. “jung wooyoung to the lobby, please.” 

before you know it, one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen comes sauntering into the lobby. “you paged me, mrs. na?” she raises her hand and points at you with her bright red acrylic nail. his eyes follow her finger until he reaches you. “she’s your next client. she’s here for the all-in.” a smirk forms on his face as he turns to face you. “hello, i’m wooyoung. please follow me back to our room.” you nod and walk towards the door he entered through. “enjoy your service,” the secretary says, not even looking up from her computer. your hands tremble while holding your purse in your hands and walking down the hallway. 

wooyoung pushes open a glass door, leading to a room solely adorned with a bed and a nightstand. you spin around to find a coat stand and place your purse and sweater on one of its hooks. when you turn back around to the bed, you find wooyoung staring at you with blown pupils.”have you signed all the paperwork?” you rock back and forth on your heels as you nod. “i know that mrs. na said you’re here for the “all-in”, but i need you to verbally specify what you’re here for,” he instructs. he leans back on his palms, raising his hips slightly to adjust how he’s sitting. you curse god for the way wooyoung’s grey sweatpants sit on his body. “um, i would like to be a mother. but, i don’t have a partner, nor do i want to be tied to someone for this process. so, i guess i’m here for you to um, get me pregnant.” your voice lowers at the last part, still feeling incredibly embarrassed that this is the way you’re spending your saturday afternoon. 

wooyoung rises off of the bed and walks over to you. “you understand this is a completely professional exchange then? nothing done or said means anything?” when he runs his finger over your bottom lip, you start seriously reconsidering your decision. but it’s too late to turn back now. “i understand.” another smirk flashes over his face before he moves out of the way. “well princess, on the bed with your legs spread. i wanna see how this pretty skirt bunches at your waist.” your feet move as if they have a mind of their own, rushing to get yourself thrown on the bed. wooyoung groans at the sight of your compliant body following his every command.

he slots himself between your legs, running two fingers over your slit through your underwear. your hands move to grip his arm and he's quick to pin you down. “professional means you don’t touch.” he leans over you, grinding his hardening cock against your core as he reaches into the nightstand. he pulls out a pretty pink ribbon, waving it in your face. “i’m gonna tie your hands to the headboard since you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” before you can protest or fake promise not to do it again, your wrists are crossed and bound together. you struggle against your restraints as wooyoung ghosts his fingers down your sides, goosebumps following his path. 

“much better. i like you like this. so perfect and compliant.” you turn your head away from his dominant gaze, your cheeks heating up. he bucks his hips against yours and a small whimper escapes your lips. you bite your lip to try and suppress any further noise threatening to leave your throat. wooyoung grabs you by the jaw and forces you to face him once more before landing a hard slap across your face. “sluts don’t get to look away from the one who’s going to fuck them.” your cheek stings as wooyoung looks at you with fake pity. 

“from this point forward, you will refer to me as ‘sir’, got it?” you press your lips into a thin line before nodding. you hadn’t realized you had booked the kinkiest worker in this establishment. “words, princess.” your face flushes before you respond; “yes, sir.” a wide, toothy grin takes over his face as he leans down to kiss you. his plump lips envelop yours, pressing his entire body against yours. the kiss is a messy clash of teeth and tongue. you tug desperately against your restraints, desperate to feel more of him. you grind your hips up against him and his hands fly to your hips and slam them back down. “bad girl.” 

you whine, a frown forming on your face. wooyoung removes himself from between your legs to pull your underwear off from under your skirt. “i don’t wanna take this cute skirt off of you. i love how slutty you look in it.” he admires you for a moment, drinking in your appearance. suddenly, you realize that behind wooyoung, there’s a large window with no curtains drawn over it. your legs snap shut as someone walks by the room, despite them not even looking into the room. wooyoung clicks his tongue and shakes his head, tilting his head to the side. “everyone’s used to what happens in this room, angel. don’t get insecure now.” he grabs both of your knees and forces your legs back open. 

wooyoung pulls his sweatpants and boxers down to mid-thigh, letting his cock finally spring free. your jaw drops at the sight. you had read his profile online, and it was adorned with a bright red size warning. a company policy you assumed. but you had seriously underestimated how badly he needed the warning. “scared, baby? don’t worry, i’ll make it fit.” you shake your head, staring at him with wide eyes. “it won’t fit, it won’t,” you babble and he hushes you. “i’ve got you. your pretty cunt is gonna suck me in so perfectly. sluts know how to take dick, right?” biting your bottom lip, you stare at him with a worried expression. “y-yes, sir.” 

he brings his hand to his cock, aligning it with your entrance. your body tenses at the feeling of finally getting to what you truly came for. “i’m gonna breed you so well, princess.” his jaw falls slack as he bottoms out into you. “fuck you so full of my cum so that you have no choice but to get pregnant.” you tug so hard against the ribbon tying you down that you worry it might rip your skin open. wooyoung takes his time with the first few strokes, drinking in the way you feel and how your body reacts to him. he admires the way your eyes cross and your hips stutter every time he rolls his hips. “p-please let me t-touch you, sir,” you plead in a soft, high pitched voice. in this moment, wooyoung loses it. he reaches over you to untie your wrists, holding them in his hands. he sees how bruised you are and presses kisses to your wrists. 

your arms rest on his shoulders and you tangle your fingers in his hair. he shoves his face in your neck, panting like a dog. “i know i said this was professional, but you’re so pretty i’m already so close.” he pulls away from you and connects his hand to your throat. his long fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing just hard enough to make your vision blurry. “c-cumming oh my god, i’m gonna cum,” you manage to barely get those words out before wooyoung folds you in half and forces you into the mating press. “you’re gonna be such a good mom. you’re gonna look so pretty all swollen with my kid. oh, you clenched so hard at that, you like when i talk to you like this, don’t you? you little slut.” your legs begin to shake as he drives you over the edge, your orgasm making your vision go white. 

“just a little more baby, i’m gonna fuck you through it. i’m gonna fill you up so well.” a pout forms on your puffy lips as your body stings from overstimulation. he presses kisses all over your face as his hips stutter. finally, he releases inside you, painting your walls white. he chants praises and compliments as he empties himself out. he pulls out slowly, quick to shove two fingers into your hole to plug his cum inside. he leans down awkwardly to grab your panties and helpy ou put them back on to catch what drips out of you. 

he pulls his pants and boxers back up to his hips before speaking. “it’s now 6pm. your session is over. take a test in a month and a half to two months. call the clinic if it fails and you may be eligible for a free second session.” he presses his lips into a thin line before continuing. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone before handing it to you.”i’m not supposed to do this, but please give me your number.” you smile and type out your number before handing his phone back to him. 

you can see his smile as he walks out, leaving you to your own devices. you struggle a little to walk but manage eventually. the secretary gives you a knowing smile as she sees you wobble out. “have a good night, ma’am.”

© lomlhwa 2024

[ryusdoll]

yk that post you made about Kaiser fucking you in that robe?

i see a vision. i can’t write but i know you can

pls pls pls write about it (if you wanna at least)

your work is amazing! luv u

kaiser who will literally fuck you like you’ve seen in pornstar videos, god.

he has his robe on, he just got off the phone with so and so.

“mh.. liebling, where are you?” he speaks up, spinning in his chair, turning his head to see you on his bed, your feet kicking up in the air, scrolling on your phone. his gaze fell on your face. he loved how effortlessly gorgeous you always looked.

especially since you were also wearing that new pajama red lingerie set he bought you. “righhttt here,” you smile at him, also turning your head to make eye contact with your gorgeous boyfriend. “mh, c’mere. give your boyfriend a kiss.” kaiser says, his german accent evident in the way he spoke.

you sit up and waddle towards him. “is that what you want, hm?” you ask teasingly, straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, the tension rising fast.

“i think you know the answer to that, don’t you? schatzi,” his tone is smooth, just like honey. “i guess.” you lean in, delivering a quick peck to his lips with your own, its soft and gentle at first.

but quickly, kaisers hand finds the back of your head, wrapping around and pulling you in, kissing you harder, his tongue nips at your bottom lip, silently asking for you to let him in. you oblige, of course. your tongues meet, and soon this quick peck became heated, you two were going at it. his free hand squeezed your soft thigh, gripping the plush tightly.

kaiser pulls back, smirking at you, “you’re beautiful.” he says, admiring you like you were his most prized possession. he looks at your eyes, down to your lips, then back up at your eyes. “fuck me.” you demand bluntly.

kaiser lets out a bark of laughter, snorting at your choice of words. “fuck you?” he mocks, playfully. “is that what you want, my pretty girl?”

“mhmm.. please?” you tilt your head, giving him puppy eyes.

“can’t deny you when you look like that,” he lets out a sigh, squeezing your thigh tighter. “i want to take my time with you.” kaiser hums, his hand from the back of your head comes around to caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. “so pretty.”

“strip for me. i want to see you,” he commands you, you nod, your eyes dropping to his abs that the robe barely covered and a soft smirk spread upon your lips. you take off your lingerie, slowly, inch by inch, revealing all of your skin. you then crawl onto the bed almost seductively, looking up at him as he comes up to you. “scheiße.” he curves under his breath, his eyes flickering everywhere over your body.

he takes off his robe, of course, revealing nothing underneath, just his hard member and muscular body. you gulp, looking up. “let me taste you.” he leans down, spreading your legs so he can have better access to your wet slit, he licks a long stripe up and sucks, spitting on your cunt as well, making his face a mess combined of your juices and his saliva. “mhh..” he mumbles against you, eating you out like you were his last meal.

your hand comes down to grip his hair, biting your lip as the pleasure rises. only for him to pull his lips off of you. “h-hey! why’d you stop?” you frowned, and he chuckled.

“because i want to fuck you, [name].”

“isn’t that what you want too?” he raises a brow, considering you literally demanded him earlier.

you nod, obviously.

a few moments later of prepping you with his long fingers, he pulls them out, bringing them to his tongue to lick your slick off.

kaiser strokes his cock for a moment, chuckling to himself as he notices your gaze glued to his actions. he scoots closer, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing his tip in your wetness, letting out a moan. “ahh..” he bites his lip, this time.

“squeezing me in…” he pushes in deeper, this time you let out a sharp gasp, his shaft was thick, and he wasn’t even fully in yet. “micha,” you whine softly, your walls tightening around him. “yes.. too much?” he asks, stopping his movement.

“no, faster.”

so did you want to get fucked stupid or something?

because eventually that’s what he took your words as, considering now he was just pounding into you. he had your ankles pressed together, upwards as he held them up tightly with his hand, his other hand is on your thigh, fucking into you like you were nothing more than a mere doll for him to fuck like this.

the back of your thighs are red due to spanks he delivered earlier. he was harshly fucking you now, like a madman.

“take my cock.. take my cock, like when i’m rough don’t you?” he says through pants, his english falling apart. your already fucked out— brain all fuzzed up and full of nothing but thoughts of his piercing dick inside you.

soon enough, you were just babbling stupid words and kaiser wasn’t even speaking english anymore!!

“muschi’s so gut..” he groans, “ich komme gleich, du willst, dass ich in dir komme, nicht wahr, du schlampe?” he speaks a literal full sentence, you don’t even know and can’t even comprehend anything he’s saying anymore, all you can feel is the way his shaft pulls out then completely disappears inside you again, harshly, he’ll also push your legs down near your head, testing your flexiblility as he spits down on your cunt, his hand moves down from your thigh to rub your clit as he gets closer and closer.

you wish you understood german— because you would’ve known that he was about to cum, and soon his thick hot load shot inside of you, deeply, so deep you felt full of him, completely, completely his. only his.

© ryusdoll || do not plagiarize or translate my work in any shape or form.

divider belongs to @bbyg4rlhelps !

mwahahaha i hope this deliverd what it needed to deliver

sadly i did get lazy towards the end so i hope it’s not obvious

requests always open :)

[beloveds-embrace]

hey this worm in my brain just told me a crazy scenario where duchess reader is reading a book in the bedroom with gaz feeding her grapes one by one and while he's feeding her she's at the part of the book where there's a scene of a character inserting their fingers to another character's mouth sensually, and bad good news is that she's ovulating and she (not so) accidentally dragged her lips a bit longer on gaz's fingers when he fed her a grape and-

i think this worm is saying some important info and i think u need to know about this

smooching that worm and its host <33

The gentle rustle of pages filled the warm, golden glow of the your chambers, the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air. You sat nestled in a mountain of pillows, a novel open in your lap, the silk of your nightgown brushing your legs. Your beloved Kyle sat beside you on the bed, feeding you grapes one by one, his calloused fingers surprisingly gentle as they pressed the sweet fruit to your lips.

You had grown so used to the comfortable intimacy of their presence that it never occurred to you how the simplest gestures could spiral into something far, far more tantalizing.

Kyle’s eyes followed the slow movement of your lips, mesmerized as they closed around the grape, your tongue brushing the pad of his finger in a way that made him inhale sharply. You didn’t notice his reaction- not at first. You were too engrossed in the book, your cheeks warm as the current scene unfolded: a stolen moment between lovers, where one character sensually slid their fingers into another’s mouth, the intimate act charged with forbidden tension, unable to tear their gazes away from one another even as drool trickling down the receiver’s chin, down and down to the valley of their throat.

The description sent warmth spreading through your belly, and without realizing it, your lips lingered on Kyle’s finger a beat too long when he fed you the next grape. His breath hitched audibly this time, and you froze, eyes widening as they flicked up to meet his. Realization came to you equally slow and fast.

“Duchess…” Kyle murmured, his voice low, rough around the edges, like gravel softened by rain. His eyes darkened, gaze heavy with something that made your pulse quicken. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

Your lips parted, and you stammered, “I-I’m not- ” But the denial died on your tongue as Kyle’s hand lingered near your face, his thumb grazing your lower lip. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a shiver racing down your spine, pooling heat low in your abdomen.

The book slipped from your hands, forgotten.

Kyle tilted his head, his mouth curving into a slow, mischievous smile as he leaned closer. His scent- clean, woodsy, and undeniably masculine- filled your senses, and you instinctively leaned back into the pillows, though you didn’t shy away.

“You’ve been distracted all evening,” he murmured, a velvet murmur the caressed your body. “The content of that book has left you quite flustered. That’s unlike you, my Duchess.”

Your breath hitched as his hand, warm and steady, cupped your cheek. He brushed a stray lock of hair away, his fingers tracing your jawline before skimming down your throat. The touch left a trail of fire in its wake- and it coalesced in your belly, warm and demanding.

“I-I was just reading- ”

“Mm.” Kyle hummed, clearly unconvinced, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip again. “Reading something interesting, I’m guessing. Care to share?”

His voice was teasing, but his eyes were locked on yours, dark and unyielding. Your skin burned under his scrutiny, and your mouth moved without thinking.

“It… It was about… a man… and his fingers…”

Your voice trailed off, your face as warm as a furnace. Kyle’s smile turned wolfish, and his thumb pressed just slightly into your mouth, grazing your teeth with no opposition.

“His fingers, hm?” His voice dropped lower, the rasp sending a shiver through you. “And what was he doing with them, Duchess?”

You couldn’t answer. Words failed you as Kyle slowly, forcefully, pushed his thumb past your lips, testing the waters. Your tongue brushed against it instinctively, and the low groan that rumbled from his chest made your thighs clench. And then it was your turn to moan softly when he pinned your tongue down, the rest of his fingers cupping your jaw.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, smug. “You’ve been craving, haven’t you, wife?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, leaning in closer until his lips were a breath away from yours. His hand slipped lower, trailing down your neck, his thumb retreating only to be replaced by his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss. You gasped against his lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that left you dizzy and breathless, and yet chasing the feeling again.

Kyle’s hands didn’t stay idle. One slid to your waist, pulling you closer, while the other found its way to your thigh, pushing the silk of your nightgown higher as his fingers caressed the bare skin beneath.

“You’ve been driving me mad,” he confessed against your lips, rough with restraint. “Every look, every smile, every touch… And now, this.”

His fingers gripped your thigh firmly, tugging you closer until you were straddling him, the novel long forgotten on the bed. His hands roamed your body with a possessiveness that left no doubt of his intentions, and the warmth between your legs grew unbearable.

“Kyle.” you whispered, your voice trembling but laced with want.

“Yes, my Duchess?” His lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting gently at the sensitive skin, leaving behind little marks he knows he will obsess over later.

“I… I need you.”

The admission was all he needed. His hands slid to your hips, lifting you effortlessly as he guided you into his lap. The hardness pressing against you made you gasp, and he chuckled darkly, his lips brushing your ear.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, molten honey and soft silks. “I’ll give you everything you need, and then some.”

You didn’t doubt him for a second.

[ddejavvu]

ok this one may be a little off putting BUT

Spencer, going out with the bau clubbing and bau!reader is getting absolutely hammered throughout the night bc of em and jj, and eventually it leads to the responsibility of him taking the reader home but the reader is trashed and feels gross so she wants to take a shower and basically begs spencer to get in the shower with her to wash her hair.

love u have a great dayyyyyyy 🤍🦆

Spencer the germaphobe would have never thought he'd have his nails raking through unwashed hair that was not his own. He takes solace in the bubbles frothing at his fingertips, an assurance that he's cleaning your hair, not just spreading the filth from the club through its strands, but it's still several steps to the left of his comfort zone.

If it were anyone else, he would have said a very firm, but kind, no, and he may have gagged as soon as they were out of earshot. But it was you, and you looked at him with your pretty eyes, your pretty sad eyes, your pretty tired eyes, and asked him to please help you clean yourself up before bed, because you'd just washed your sheets and you didn't want to dirty them with the remnants of a night out.

He reasons that designated driver duties included walking you to your door, getting you a glass of water for the morning, and locking your apartment behind him, but he hadn't planned on helping you shower. That he had only agreed to under extreme stress (those pretty, sad, tired eyes he can't stop thinking about) and it's how he finds himself now crouched on the lid of your toilet, scrubbing suds through your hair.

"Thanks, Spence," You groan, feeling his nails rake across your scalp, "I was- I dunno how I was gonna do this without you. I'm dizzy."

It's a concerning observation to be made while cross-legged on the ground and not tired with the effort of standing up, but Spencer reasons that you'll feel better after a night's sleep. A night that he's not sure he can let you spend alone for fear of you choking on your own sick.

You've taken to resting your flushed forehead against Spencer's calf, and it's leaving a soapy stain on his poor excuse for social wear. The only two types of pants that he owns are slacks and pajama pants, and he's not sure he'll be able to properly clean this pair anymore. But he doesn't push you off - in fact, he takes note of the feeling of your touch against his leg.

"I'm cold," You shiver in place, despite the warm water flowing around you, as well as the clothes still on your body, now soaked. Thankfully you'd retained enough of your brainpower to know not to strip in front of Spencer, and he's grateful that he didn't need to enforce the matter.

"You're still dressed," He muses, taking the showerhead and rinsing his hands, then turning it on the mass of bubbles atop your head, "You'll be in pajamas soon."

"M'kay," You accept, even though Spencer can still see goosebumps on your exposed forearms from the cold, "Will you help me change?"

Perhaps you had not retained as much of your brainpower as Spencer thought you had.

"Uh," He stammers, "focused on a patch of suds near the nape of your neck, "Do you think you could- um, do it yourself?"

"I guess. Maybe. I don't know," You laugh at the absurdity of your own statements, "What, you don't wanna see me naked?"

"Y/N!" He gushes, cheeks burning hotter than the water that's pooling around your form on the floor of your shower, "No, I- I mean not while- not now! You're drunk."

"I only got drunk so I'd finally man up and make a move," You grumble against his calf, and Spencer's previously racing heart stops beating altogether, "Just- tell me I said that tomorrow, okay Spence? I'm gonna be pissed at- uh, at me if I forgot."

Spencer agrees with all the niceties that he's learned in dealing with the public, an empty promise falling from his lips when all else fails him, "Okay, I will."

"Liar," You accuse, your nose still nestled snugly against his leg, "This sucks. We're both too scared to make a move. Maybe we should both get shitfaced, and just buy a Plan B the next morning."

Spencer is well and truly speechless. He has several options as to his next response, if he can ever muster up the courage to enact them: an awkward laugh, a strained chuckle, prolonged silence. Instead of choosing any of those he swallows, the action almost hurting his now-dry throat, "Uh- Plan B can interfere with your next menstrual cycle, and there's a host of other side effects that aren't ideal for you."

"Fine." You snort, "We'll keep the baby."

[theladybrownstarot]

Future Spouse first impression V/s Yours

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❀ This pac will be guiding you to how to manifest your connection with some channeld messages from them

Pile 1 . Pile 2. Pile 3.

𐙚 Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❀ Their first impression over you :

Okay , pile 1, from what I can see feel read and understand is that this person is gonna think of you someone as a hopeful person , even when you are in difficulty you will get instant solution . I guess when you will be meeting them you two or either one of you maybe going thru some problems and one of you will offer help .

They may see you as someone serious also . they feel that light and passion dripping from your eyes and melting their hearts to see as who you are . they will see you as someone brave , passionate , bold , honest , warrior or fighter , someone who stands out among everyone , someone who they can depend on wow pile 1 hands up to you ! this person is gonna study you like their favorited subjects .

They will see you as someone who doesn't give up and really you will be their type they had like to be passionate with . They think that you expect honesty from everyone and really they will do same for you ..they will show who are they like in actual to win your heart and they do see you as someone rational and smart and someone who is good at proving their logic.

It is possible that you may appear cold , defensive and bit egotist but its okay because for them you will matter most . this is gonna be an instant strong attraction for them .

❀ Your first impression of them :-

okay pile 1 are you ready for it ?! lets dive in buds, hmm so it maybe possible that you will actually feel like " finally I found you at last" when you will meet this person for sure . I can see you thinking about them as an achiever ; who got may accomplishment . this person is gonna astound you up for sure haha .

you will see them as someone is who is giving , loving , caring and who got people to support them . I can see you as if you will feel like he\she is my pure air to breathe under in forever . I feel this person is very good by heart and nature . you will think of them as someone calm , rich , luxurious by their nature , appearance and personality . they are an extrovert for sure , but ig u may even thin that this person may give a lot but in end may sometime get in trouble but I also feel that this person won't hold grudges because they don't care about people , they have best emotional and mental control babies and i guess you want someone like them . This will be a dream come true for sure for y'all .

𐙚❀˖° How to manifest with connection fast ?

you need to be expressive of your emotions and about yourself so you can transfer and spread your energy in this crowded world to signal them .

𐙚❀˖° Channeled Messages From Them :-

(1) just hang in there my love im coming so don't be sad I will save you up from the darkness .

(2) meet more people and find me darlo , I m around you haha .

(3) with you my life seems more prosperous and I will be blessed to u have you as my greatest gift .

𐙚 Pile 2 .

Namaste pile 2 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❀ Their first impression of You :-

so i see that this person will think of you as someone strong minded or we say overall strong in nature . someone who can take a stand alone for themselves in the worst situations , someone really positive during hard times. aah i see self made individuals an mature people .i see leo and sun astrologically by vision . they will see you someone who is really charming even when you are silent .

okay , it must be possible that when you will meet this person you will a some sort of breakup or breakdown out there . this person will want to hug and console you for sure . i don it just hit me maybe when you cry you look more beautiful . or it maybe at least case that they had a breakup when they met you .

They will see you someone very charming , transparent , innocent , clear minded, focused , beautiful for sure .

❀ Your first impression of them :-

Okay , i can see you seeing them haha someone of a dominant personality lmao . this person ur future wife/ husband basically will be of an obsessive of nature . you may see them as someone who may restrict or cross boundaries of someone else . they person will be strong minded for sure . they will be strategic . could be boss or into military or police service . they will be muscular .

since i you will see them who is clear headed to do achieve the aim . they aren't that dominant to but can be little bit more caring . its possible that this person is gonnaaa be lazyy uff ... and could be that isn't that adventurous or stuck somewhere in their life ..will be having some transition and will be kinda scared or confused to how to go through this transformation . maybe you can help them somewhere.

𐙚❀˖° How to manifest this connection fast ?

SO , u may meet them at some sort of celebration or something maybe a party . you need to maintain your ownself like be careful of what you do and think plus be yourself ! enjoy your life .

𐙚❀˖° Channeled Messages from Them :-

(1) You know i need some time ; i'm stuck try now .

(2) I will come to you when you will show you real self .

(3) I want to have a happy family with you . i wanna take care of you as a queen/king of my life and will be loyal to .

(4) I want some rest i'm tired mentally .

𐙚 Pile 3 .

Namaste pile 3 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❀ Their first impression over you :-

Okay , I sense that this person will think of you as someone who is doing alot of self love or we say someone who is interested in themselves.

They won't be shocked to see you at first instead I see them as being like I wanna be with her/him even If I have to let go of things .

I see that u maybe would have left toxic people behind in your life to know and establish your own self worth and this person will sense same .

They Will daydream about u and their scenarios in Mind haha ♡ cute ! They will see you as someone beautiful and maybe one part of ur body is chubby like 🧸 ♡ .

❀ Your first impression of them :-

Okay , it feels like that you may not notice them as you must be having some fights and mental conflicts and even when you will see this person you may see them as someone smart, observant and intelligent. Your Mind will be playing games with you tbh . You will feel shy infront of this person.

For some people OR few I see that u may see them as someone who is experienced and matured after prolong emotional breakage .like bad relationship experience and failures ect or vice - versa .

It might be possible that you will get people saying that no bro don't focus on that person,that person is mine kinda jealousy vibes tbh .

I see for most of the people that u will be meeting them during high-school time.

𐙚❀˖° How to manifest this connection fast ?

You are being told to cooperate with others . To ask help from others like your friends or colleague to recommend some choices and all . For least to go on a trip of some sort .

𐙚❀˖° Channeled Messages from them :-

(1) show ur strength but be In a flow .

(2) I'm so attracted to you that I wanna take you from everyone ,just to trap u and protect u in my heart .

(3) you are my most unexpected gift from divine and universe .

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[urhoneycombwitch]

Hi, cutie 😘 Slutty metalhead for your thoughts?

oh SO many thoughts but u know the main one rn is… nostalgia 😭 look at that fresh faced baby boy. made me think of revisiting that spot in your later years with Eddie… back in town for a wedding, mayhaps…? I love u sooooo much sarah!!! muah muah muah 

(cw: drug & alcohol mention, R wears heels+ a dress and has breasts, fade-to-black sex SOZ mdni +18 as always!!)

Eddie looks so good in a tux. Except right now, he’s yanking at the loop of his tie like it’s choking him (it isn’t, he’s being dramatic), and shedding the confines of his smart black tailcoat into a messy pile in the back of the van (on loan from Uncle Wayne for the duration of your visit, the engine still running miraculously smooth after all these years).

Nancy and Jon aren’t getting married until tomorrow so now that the rehearsal dinner is done with, everyone is under strict instructions to rest up for the big day- but based off the gleam in Eddie’s eye and the corners he’s taking at light speed, you’re guessing the guest bed at the trailer isn’t the main destination right now.

You get comfy, too, kicking off your heels, tucking your feet up underneath the silk of your dress train, giggling as Eddie talks a mile a minute. It feels like old times; the passenger window gets rolled down, cool spring night air of Hawkins breathing life back into the both of you. 

It was stuffy, hot, and crowded in the main hall, a raucous ball of light and music and hugs over tables loaded with food; you both went delirious with happiness at seeing everyone in one room again.

Even so, the stark contrast of the still, dark forest is a relief. Eddie parks at the edge of trees just outside Hawkins High, pools of light from the parking lot swallowed by the thick perimeter of sycamores. 

You’ve never been on this side of the forest before- the two of you were friends, in highschool, but Eddie was a deft hand at keeping you away from his less savory dealings back in the day. 

Now, he takes your hand, confident and sure-footed, your bare feet pressing into the soft underbrush as you follow close behind. 

After a minute, your eyes adjust- at dizzying heights, the trees split apart to reveal the sky, twinkling pinpricks of stars lighting your path to the centre of the woods. Eddie’s laughing while he recounts the time an old gym teacher caught him out here, and points out the exact tree he had to scramble up to get away. 

Your fingers are warm, weaved in between his, and it’s either the champagne or the love that makes you tipsy, leaning into the twine of arms, resting your forehead against his shoulder- “Wish I could’ve seen it.”

“Nah.” Eddie kisses the crown of your head, strokes his thumb over your knuckles as the picnic table appears into view. “Glad you stayed out of trouble and let me be the one to get into it.”

The wood table is decidedly much older than in its heyday as a pharmacy counter, but in good enough condition to hold your weight as you sit right on top, leaning back into your hands- “Got into plenty of trouble, I was just a bit better at hiding it, s’all.”

“That right?” Eddie comes to stand between the v of your spread legs, hem of your dress climbing along with his hands that settle on either side of your bare thighs. In the moonlight, the sleek black of his hair glows, backlit in white like a halo.

He’s grinning. You are, too, no sense in playing coy- but you’ve got another card to play, before the chase is up. 

“Actually, I kind of brought you out here for something.” You sit up, pressing the length of your body against his, breasts to chest, nose notching to the side of his own; Eddie sucks in a painfully sharp breath. 

When your leg hooks at his hip, pelvis pulling flush with yours, his grip tightens.

You kiss your way up the column of his neck, then whisper, “I was kinda hoping I could buy some weed off you.”

“I- whuh?” Not quite words, Eddie talks around a tongue that’s gone limp; his head swims from the feeling of your teeth behind his ear. “You wanna… I don’t. I won’t charge you.”

You tsk, pulling away just far enough to give a reproachful look- “Come on, did you give up the goods this easy for every pretty girl who asked?”

“Nope. Just for you.” An easy and honest answer. Eddie slots himself further into the warmth of your body, the growing bulge in his slacks making contact with the strip of wet fabric between your thighs; you moan into his kiss, tongues a greedy slide of want in the others’ mouth.

Trying to keep up some semblance of the roleplay, you gasp out- “You didn’t even… let me offer to pay- oh, fuck, there- with an alternative method…”

Eddie gets a hand past the cup of your bra, massaging the fat and catching your nipple in a twist between thumb and forefinger. Your spine arches into the touch, giving Eddie’s other hand ample room to press against your low back, keeping you rocking forward in a slow grind.

“Let me guess.” His breath is a ragged heat at the side of your neck. “Was sex on the table?”

“Exactly.” 

With a tug to his roots, Eddie follows you down flat against the creaking wood, laughing at your quick wit, relaxing into your body- there’s nothing scary about these woods anymore. 

[2-dsimp]

Any of the guys with a pregnancy kink?

On the father, the spirit, and the son, pregnant people are fine as fuck. I always be looking respectfully.

- 🤰

【The H.S.M Scenarios; Pregnancy kink edition】

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Cw: MDNI NSFW 🔞 Fem reader, pregnancy kink

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“Atta girl, taking in every single drop like a good mommy~ Just lay back on me wife. I wanna get that cute tummy of yours all plump n full of me again and again—Fuck!”

Nokka the husband, this guys a no brainer. He’s so confident in his seed that he doesn’t even need a pregnancy test to check if he had knocked you up with his baby. But Your husband will let you do so if only to prove that his elite sperm had done its job well. in making his wife’s belly swell up beautifully with his potential son. And hence the moment you started showing a baby bump, your meager time alone at home would diminish. As this man is constantly on you like white on rice. He’s rubbing your belly possessively with his big hand. Watching football while having you warm his cock. Of which he complained got so rock hard that it was borderline uncomfortable for him to even sit wearing his baggy sweats. All because of how his wife was lookin too damn irresistible in that pregnancy glow. (And just in general… this man’s a bonifide caveman simp for his wife)

“Awe my poor player 2~ is our little player 3 acting up too much? Don’t worry! I’ll tell em to take it easy on you mkay mamma? Just spread them legs wide for me so that lil bugger can get the message”

Soma the Zombie, always dreamed of having a team of professional gamers to carry on his legacy of being number one in the world. He often joked around saying that 3 kids wouldn’t be enough. Since he’d never get enough of seeing that radiant glow you’d possess when you’re heavy with his child. And ever since he got infected his obsession with keeping you full got even more demanding. The Zombie had his tentacles that sprouted from him squeezed and kneaded your breasts for any source of milk to suckle on. while his thick gelatinous tendril cock squirmed itself inside your well used cunt. His suckers messaged against your love cannal trying to cease the baby’s incessant kicking by giving them a taste of their own medicine.

“B-but sunshine won’t this u-upset our little starshine? N-no? Then I guess it’ll be f-fine. Just don’t p-push yourself too hard, I only w-want you to f-feel good my love”

Moros the Torturer, would be considering himself blessed to even be able to have such happiness in raising a child with you. He’d always make sure to cater to your every need during your pregnancy. You’ve got a craving for baked goods? He’ll bake enough for a whole football team. Need a deep tissue massage? The Torturer’s on the case, after consulting with Koji the medic what would be the best spots to soothe for his pregnant darling. You’d have to be the one to try and initiate any sort of intimacy to get his gears going. Since he’s a timid gentle giant who’d cry if under the impression that he somehow hurt you. By delving his thick uncircumcised cock so deep inside your wet snatch that its fat tip was kissing languidly against your cervix. With each gentle but jerky buck of his semi inexperienced hips. His scarred hands would always subconsciously find themselves on your stomach. As he’s just so grateful at how now he’s got two stunning guiding lights that’ll brighten up his day.

[lelengerine]

Hii! Wanted to make a request for youth lovesome, Anton + serenade, and also love your work it's so cute 💗💗 I'm so excited to see these drabbles!

͙͘͡★ sunbeams and serenades

song prompt. “you’ve been pacing in front of my house for the past ten minutes, mumbling to yourself and looking like you’re about to pass out. i think it’s about time i go down to meet you and ask what you’re trying to do”

pairing. neighbor!anton x reader

tags. plot inspired by serenade [boynextdoor], a lot of yearning and second guessing (mostly by anton), just them being all lovey dovey honestly, no prns used for reader!

wc. 0.9k words

notes. thank u sm for the kind words!! i think anton paired with this song is just so cute aaaaa i had sm fun writing this one and i hope u like it >< likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

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the late afternoon sun spills its honeyed light over the neighborhood, speckling the ground with small shimmers. anton stands at the edge of your driveway, his silhouette framed by the setting sun as he shifts from one foot to the other. his guitar case hangs heavy on his back, but what weighs heavier is the secret he’s been carrying for months now—the feelings he’s too afraid to say out loud.

the house at the end of the pavement feels like a universe away. your house. every step closer feels impossible, like he might stumble into the orbit of something too bright, too warm, and burn before he ever gets the words out. he presses his fingers against the strap of his case, knuckles white, and exhales shakily.

this is stupid. the thought spirals through his mind, looping like the melody of the song he wrote last night. it had seemed so clear then, in the quiet of his room—the chords, the lyrics, the idea of playing it for you, a confession wrapped in melody. but now, standing here, he can’t seem to move. 

he mutters to himself, voice raw and barely audible. “what if she doesn’t…?” he doesn’t even finish the thought. the answer feels too heavy to consider.

he’s about to turn around—just one more day, maybe tomorrow—when the porch door creaks open. the sound cuts through the still air, and his head snaps up, heart pounding in a rhythm so erratic it drowns out everything else.

“anton?”

your voice reaches him like a melody all its own, soft and curious, carrying the warmth that’s haunted his dreams for longer than he’ll admit. you’re standing on the porch, the golden light framing you like something out of a painting. the sight of you—hair slightly frazzled as if you’ve just woken up from a nap—knocks the air from his lungs. he freezes, caught somewhere between wanting to run and wanting to stay rooted forever.

“are you… okay?” you step closer, the tilt of your head both cautious and amused as you watch him. there’s something so tender in your gaze, so unguarded, it makes his chest ache.

he forces a smile, though it feels fragile, like glass held too tightly. “oh, hey.” his voice cracks, and the blush that blooms on his cheeks is immediate, spreading like wildfire. he looks away, running a hand through his hair as if that might somehow make him less transparent.

your lips curve into the smallest smile, and you lean against the porch railing, eyes flicking down to the guitar case on his back. “what are you doing out here?” you ask, voice laced with quiet curiosity. “you’ve been pacing for… a while.”

his grip tightens on the strap of the case. he glances down, the words tangling in his throat before he manages to get them out. “i, uh… i was going to… do something, but now i’m not so sure.”

you step off the porch and closer to him, the distance between you shrinking until it feels like he might suffocate from the nearness of you. “with the guitar?” you ask gently, your gaze lingering on the case.

he nods, barely. his heart is beating so loudly he’s sure you can hear it, but you don’t say anything, just wait with that patient, curious look that always disarms him.

“it’s a song,” he says finally, the words tumbling out in a rush before he loses the courage. his eyes dart to yours, and his voice softens, almost breaking. “for you.”

the world seems to still at those words. your breath catches, your heart stumbling in your chest. “for me?” you repeat, and there’s something in your voice—something quiet and vulnerable—that makes his pulse race even faster.

he nods again, his gaze dropping to the ground. “yeah. i mean, it’s probably… it’s not that great, but i…” he trails off, his hands gripping the case like it’s the only thing keeping him steady.

you take another step closer, close enough now that he can see the faint flush creeping into your cheeks, the way your eyes soften as they search his face. “can i hear it?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

his head snaps up, eyes wide with disbelief. “you… you want to?”

your lips curl into a soft smile, and you nod, your gaze steady on his. “i do.”

for a moment, he just stares at you, as though he’s trying to convince himself this is real. then, slowly, he sets the case on the ground, unzipping it with hands that tremble slightly. you sit down on the porch steps, knees tucked to your chest, watching him with an expression so open, so unguarded, it makes his heart twist.

he settles the guitar into his lap, his fingers brushing over the strings. he doesn’t look at you as he starts to play—he’s too afraid he’ll lose the nerve if he sees the way you’re looking at him. the first chord rings out, hesitant and quiet, but it carries in the stillness of the evening, filling the space between you.

and then he begins to sing.

the words are raw, each one heavy with everything he’s been too afraid to say. the way he notices the little things about you—the curve of your smile, the way your laugh lingers in the air like the echo of a favorite song. the way he feels like he’s on the edge of something vast and terrifying every time you’re near, like falling and flying all at once. the way he’s been quietly, hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember.

your breath hitches as the melody washes over you, his voice raw and unpolished but so achingly full of emotion it leaves you reeling. you don’t realize your hands are trembling until you press them against your knees, trying to steady yourself.

when the final note fades, the silence feels electric, charged with everything left unsaid.

he glances up at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “was it…” his voice is barely above a whisper. “was it okay?”

you exhale shakily, your chest tight with the weight of everything you feel but can’t quite put into words. “it wasn’t okay,” you say softly, and his face falls, panic flashing in his eyes.

before he can say anything, you reach for him, your fingers brushing against his arm. “it was more than that,” you say, a light chuckle in your tone. “i loved it. everything about it was... so pretty.”

the relief that floods his face is almost enough to undo you. he lets out a shaky laugh, his smile tentative but growing as he meets your gaze.

“can you… play it again?” you ask, your voice so soft it feels like a secret.

his smile widens, the kind of smile that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “for you?” he murmurs, his voice steadying. “i’d play it a thousand times.”

you smile back, the warmth in your chest blooming into something undeniable. and as his fingers find the strings again, it feels like the world has finally shifted—soft, steady, and endlessly yours.

[eyeheartboobiez]

-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 5 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!! 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼. 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒🫶🏿

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@y/nforeal: GUESS WHO JUST WON A GRAMMY!!! fr tho i couldn't be more thankful for how far i've come as not only an artist, but an individual. now that award szn is over, imma take some time off from making music, because these next few months are gonna be busyyy.

again, thank you to all my friends and everyone who's stuck by my side through everything. i love yall🥹🫶 #grammys2023

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user1: WE LOVE U TOO QUEEN

user2: what does she mean by busy tho??

⤷ user3: fr like is there a baby on the way or sumn💀

cass.cain: SO HAPPY FOR U BABES !!

⤷ y/nforeal: THX GIRLIE😘

⤷ user4: idc how delusional i look i still ship it🤷‍♀️

user5: been a fan since day one, couldn't be more proud🥹

user6: not jason liking her post...

⤷ y/nforeal: right like im confused too

⤷ user7: LMAOO she so real😭

Grammy winner Y/N Y/LN going to court?! From ruined careers to ruined relationships, here's the rundown that led to all this. (1/10/2023 11:54 AM PT)

Since August of last year, fans have been talking nonstop about the leaked track that's been trending all over the internet. With its romantic lyrics and suggestive imagery, the song — Fantasize — made its debut surprising not only the listeners, but the artist as well.

Renowned singer Y/N Y/LN was more shocked than anyone to find that one of her unreleased songs had been spread around online. Even moreso, when the culprit behind the act was none other than rival singer, Artemis Grace.

Which begs the question: Why would Artemis care to leak Y/N'S music?

Well last summer, her ex boyfriend Jason Todd was alleged to have been in an intimate relationship with the grammy winner. Ever since paparazzi caught the two kissing outside of Y/N's Malibu home, they’ve been rumored to have been seeing each other in private.

Supporters of the singer were more than ecstatic to see the two together, and were happy to see that both stars were getting their well deserved happy ending.

Especially Jason, who had spoken up in past interviews about his ex’s abusive behavior. Stating that the redhead was “more than controlling” throughout their relationship.

Unfortunately the so-called Fantasy was short lived, when the gothamite was seen outside of a nightclub with the toxic ex. Once the news broke headlines, while fans were more than devastated, they were just as quick to come to Y/N's defence.

Regardless of the heartache, many speculate that Y/N may have used Cassandra, Jason's sister, as a bit of a rebound! In fact, the tension between the two was more than noticeable in the interview they did together with Glamour.

As usual, fans jumped to the conclusion that their collaboration is what drove Jason to like Y/N's most recent post on instagram (an action that even she was skeptical about).

Back to the present, it seems that the redhead was also caught red handed. After TMZ investigators revealed Artemis as the culprit of the crime, Y/N made the smart decision to press charges.

On account of copyright infringement, as well as causing emotional distress, the offender had been served an official notice of the legal proceedings being taken against her.

However, because she failed to appear before the judge last week, Artemis was forcibly taken in by the authorities just this morning. The embarrassing encounter with law enforcement was seen by many in the area, and spectators did not hesitate to record the interaction and post it online.

Despite all the drama, fans are overjoyed to see the ex finally being held accountable for her behavior. And who knows, maybe the tragic story between star crossed lovers will get its happy ending after all!

end notes: so what do we think, yay or nay?

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[hxney-lemcn]

HELLO

i am JUMPING on this 2k event lol i love your leona fics!!! soooo..

consider leona with 🌹🛏️🌙🫂💘😳???

(idk if theres an emoji/prompt limit lol if its too many u can pick whatever i will be joyous either way )

a/n: ah that's so good to hear!! I'm not the biggest Leona fan so I'm glad I've been writing him well! I hope you enjoy~

tw: insecurities

wc: 0.4k

2k follower event | master list

“Could you stay the night?” You asked. It was late, and you didn’t want to be alone. Leona who had already made himself comfortable on your bed merely raised an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your lips. Who were you kidding? The second Leona laid on your bed he was staying there. 

Having finished your nightly routine, you got into bed beside him, laying on the opposite side. As you got comfortable, closing your eyes, something didn’t feel right. That damn tug on your heart that made you ask Leona to come over in the first place still hasn’t left. You’d been feeling off all day, and wanted some reassurance, but it was scary being so vulnerable. So you tried to push through it, tried ignoring it, but the longer you laid there the stronger it got.

“Leona,” You whispered, hoping he wasn’t already asleep.

“Hm,” He hummed in reply.

“Could you hug me?” You spoke so softly, not sure if you actually wanted him to hear you. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you into his chest and resting his head over yours. You melted into him, his warmth giving you the reassurance you needed. That tug slowly started to fade as you nuzzled into his arm to the best of your ability.

“What’s wrong,” He murmured, squeezing you lightly. “You’re acting weird.”

“I don’t know,” You replied just as softly. “I guess I…I want to feel loved.” 

Leona shifted, pulling away and making you panic. You stared up at him, scared you crossed a line as he pushed you to lay on your back as he hovered over you. Gently, he brought one of your hands up to his chest, allowing you to feel the beat of his heart.

“You feel that?” He growls. “It’s only beating for you.”

You couldn’t stop the small gasp that passed your lips. Heart beating erratically, you could barely believe Leona was saying such things, let alone to you. Unsure what to say, you merely stared up at him eyes wide.

“Geeze,” Leona huffed, a smug grin resting on his lips. “You wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid.”

“Wh-wha-”

He cut you off with a swift kiss, pulling away much too fast for your liking and leaving you wanting more. He laid back down, pulling you on him, closing his eyes like nothing just happened.

“Now sleep,” Leona grumbled. “It’s too late for your shenanigans.”

[yuufiles]

skye riley nsfw headcanons 🔞

pairing: skye riley x f!reader

genre: SMUT!! NSFW!! strictly no minors please!!

warnings: one spank delivered, hair pulling, squirting (?? just capital F Freaky.. no hard kinks really, its lovey smut

wc: 1337

a/n: mighttt have gotten a bit carried away.. i just kept writing and like i dunno man this has been in the drafts for a while and i locked in today to finish it for u guys.. not really proofread all the way so im sorry for any mistakes n inconsistencies </3 hope u guys enjoy!! also this gif makes me drool aha i love you skye come back home the kids miss u

skye’s only ever been with men her entire life, so she was a bit worried that she won’t be as good in sex as you’d want her to be.

you were quick to dismiss her worries but offered to teach her some things she ought to know, because if there’s one thing you know about her, it’s that she’s a fast learner–an exceptionally good one at that, you came to find out.

even though skye told you that she’d never been with a woman prior to you, sometimes you still think that’s false with how good she is at everything…

one time she ate you out so good– and i’m talking eye-rolling, toe-curling, bed-wetting kind of good– that you had to double check.

“skye, are you a hundred percent sure you’ve never had–like, lesbian sex?” you questioned, sitting up from your position on the bed while she carefully wiped in between your legs with a towel.

“nope, only you. seriously. i guess i’m just that good, huh?” she quipped, with the most smug look on her face.

you roll your eyes at her and lightly smack her shoulder. “whatever.”

she doesn’t tell you this but she’s done a lot of research. and by research i mean she’s watched a bunch of lesbian porn trying to figure out the positions they’re in so she can recreate them with you (oh my god this girl.)

she just wants to make sure you feel good :’(

oral

skye riley is a certified MUNCH™. she is a giver through and through, and will do anything to make you come, especially in her mouth.

my girl can stay down there for HOURS, she doesn’t seem to get tired when she’s got her arms locked around your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy and circling your already very sensitive clit.

her tongue is the absolute fucking besttt, she can bring an orgasm out of you just with it, and you best believe it’s the craziest one you’ve ever had. your clit is also her most favorite thing to play with– your tits coming at a close second– so you can bet that she’s not leaving it unattended anytime soon.

you feel her kiss your clit and spread open your folds with her middle and pointer fingers, groaning at the sight of your wet cunt, focused on your pulsing clit. “fuuck, there you are.” she whispers. she flattens her tongue down at your hole and drags it up to your clit, then starts her slow torture of circling and circling until your senses are on fire, and dripping down to the sheets.

her eyes stay on yours the entire time, she loves watching the way your face contorts into that of pleasure and listening to you lose your mind, it gets her so. fucking. wet. she never would’ve thought she could get this soaked without being touched.

if for whatever reason you’re holding back your sounds, she’ll search for your hands, gently trace her thumbs along the sides, and softly ask you to be louder, ALL WHILE she’s actively eating you out.

“louder. please, baby,” she murmurs, words slurred against your skin. 

if she’s not satisfied and feeling a little frustrated from the day she faced, she’ll deliver a spank down to the outside of your thigh. “i said louder. i wanna hear how good i’m making you feel. got it?” 

fingering

she LOOOOVESS to give you that head and fingering combo, because she knows it’ll drive you crazy. even if she has acrylics on. you tell her it’s fine as long as her nails are clean and that she doesn’t go too hard, but the next day she comes home with a new set. 

short nails and gel polish. only. you quite literally laugh in her fucking face.

“new set already? and it’s not extensions? what’s this about, skye?” you say suspiciously.

“oh nothing, i just wanted to give my nails a break…”

you can see right through her, and she knows it.

ANYWAY

she keeps her fingers near or on your pussy while she eats you out to hold it open and to tease you. 

it feels so fucking good, but you want more. you need more. “please… skye,” you whimper, as you wriggle against her unrelenting mouth, hoping to have one of her fingers slip inside you.

“hm? what’s that babe?” she drawls, keeping her tongue on your sensitive bud.

skye is heavy on the reward system. ask nicely and she’ll treat you like a princess, be a brat and get ready to be punished. 

so if you say (or manage to mumble out), “m-more please. i want more.” your mind is turned to mush by now due to her torturous tongue.

“oh good girl,” she coos. “more? you want more?” when you start whining, she’ll go, “ okay, okay… i’m here, be patient baby.” 

she pulls away first, her pointer finger teasing circles on your dripping hole before finally pushing in, face contorting into mock pleasure as she watches it go in and out. when she decides you’re ready, she replaces her pointer finger with her middle and ring finger, moaning as she curls them against your g-spot. “fffuuck…” she hisses,

you whimper as you throw your head back into the pillow, hips involuntarily moving at the pleasure, and missing the warmth of her tongue on your clit. 

she seems to miss your clit just as much, attaching her lips and gently sucking on your throbbing bud– alternating between that and licking– and driving you to insanity.

cumming (???)

skye loves when you grab or pull her hair during sex, like when she’s eating you out. it helps her replace the bad memories and stress she associates with the habit. and she’s also kind of a masochist, so it feels good for her. she’s happy to be your anchor back to earth when you’re ascending into heaven lol

so much is happening–the sensation of her fingers pumping in and out of you, her pressing so deep against your sweet spot that makes your stomach flutter, her wet tongue aided by soft lips suctioned around your clit–it’s putting you into overdrive, all you can think about is skye, skye, skye.

she hums against you, “yeah baby?” ..did you say that out loud?

you run a hand through her bleach-blonde pixie cut and pull. you hear her moan against your pussy, sending vibrations that send you closer to the edge.

“feelssogood baby, needa’ cum, pleaseeeee..” you’re whining, slurring your words, almost incoherent at this point, but skye understands you anyway.

she knows you like the back of her hand, knows how much you love her voice, and how much faster she can make you cum if she talks you through it. she’s also a slut for praise in every way, shape, and form. so obviously she loves to praise you, especially when you look so pretty taking her like this.

“mhm, good girl, i’ll give you what you want. ride my fingers. c’mon.”

“uh huh, just like that y/n, just like thatttttt.” 

“you’re so close, aren’t you, yeah? yeah..”

“cum for me, baby. yess, fuck– cum for me.”

9 times out of 10 she can get you to squirt just like that. but even if you don’t, its still a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves your limbs like jello.

oh but how she loves when you squirt. 

“oh fuck–no–skye i’m gonna pee. imgonnapeestopstopstop.” you whine and writhe against her, but she’s got an arm firmly secured around your hips–and to your surprise, she’s stronger than she looks, leaving your efforts to no avail. 

it comes right as she detaches her mouth from you–teasing remarks on the tip of her tongue, but now forgotten as she goes to rub your clit, leaving her chest and the sheets all wet.

she gives you some time to breathe before you look at each other and start giggling.

for all the creamers out there!!! she'll slowly pull her fingers out–watching how your creamy white cum drips down her palm–and put them in her mouth.

she keeps her eyes on yours as she makes sure she cleans all of it off.

"you taste so fucking good. my favorite,"