#//ur a sweetheart hon

[baiika]

i love your muses

[miraclewoozi]

present forehead. i must kiss.

[mclqren]

BALLERINA ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!ballerina!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you play odette in the 'swan lake' ballet, and you manage to capture the attention of an f1 driver who has come to watch [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader plays odette in the swan lake ballet, and is british. she’s good friends with carmen, george’s girlfriend. the fc i've used is pdm.clara, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername crazy to be beginning this journey, and this is only the start!! thank you to everyone who's supported me, can't wait to be odette 💗

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user1 you're soooo pretty!! 🩷

yourusername aw thank youuu!! 💗

user2 my family and i went to see it tonight and it was SO GOODD! ur so talented it's crazy ❤️

yourusername thank you sm, im so glad you enjoyed it!! 💗

yourbsf my best frienddd!! such a cutie fr

yourusername i love you so much its crazy 💗

carmenmmundt so pretty!!

yourusername love you carm 💗

landonorris

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user3 you're so good in swan lake omg

yourusername thank you sm!! 💗

user4 I LOVE HERR

user5 okay lando norris in the likes hello??

user6 after he went to see the show with george and carmen as well?? this can't be a coincidence.

yourbsf my girl 🩷

yourusername foreverrr!

user7 im obsessed.

yourusername 💗

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yourusername day off's been fun 📸

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user10 Y/N HAS A MANNN???

user11 STOP IT RN :(

user12 she's stunningggg

yourusername no you!! 💗

user13 she's such a sweetheart

user14 the pink flowers omg he knows ur fav colour

carmenmmundt i hope he's treating you right! 😘

yourusername so far so good 🤞

user15 ALL OF THE 2019 ROOKIES IN HER LIKES??

user16 oh she has to have a thing w lando.

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landonorris when your girlfriend's a ballerina who can cook (somewhat) 😱❤️

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user20 LANDO HARD LAUNCHING HELLOOO?

user21 DID NOT EXPECT THIS WOWWW

user22 SHE'S SO SWEET AW

user23 LANDO NORRIS BAGS A GIRL

alex_albon absolutely no one had faith in you but it's nice to see you managed to get her anyway! 😊

landonorris by no one do you mean you and george?

georgerussell63 we had zero faith in you but it's nice to see you got the girl of your dreams!

yourusername GIRL OF YOU DREAMS AWWW LANDOOO

landonorris LOOK AWAY Y/N

yourusername ur def punching w me but its okay! not everyone is as good a chef as i am 💗

landonorris im a great cook?

yourusername hon ur not fooling anyone

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yourusername when your boyfriend is an f1 driver who sleeps whenever he touches a soft surface 😘😘

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user24 AW THEY'RE SO CUTEEE

user25 the last slide LOOLLL

user26 she's feeding us w these lando crumbs!!

carmenmmundt if he ever treats you wrong im right here as a backup option x

yourusername ur on speed dial dw x

georgerussell63 hello???

carmenmmundt on a more positive note DOUBLE DATE TIME WOOHOOO

lilymhe plot twist TRIPLE DATE TIME

yourusername I CONSENT YES

alex_albon they've met already oh dear

landonorris isnt this fun!

landonorris the last pic 🤨🤨

yourusername i had to include a picture to fit my aesthetic 💗

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[ivysoul]

i need to fuck leon in his car after a concert fr

wrote this in math class. praise the lord for online school. also i seemed to forget the fact that cars are usually cramped n small in situations like these, so just use ur imagination n pretend it’s some super car that’s big or smth idk💀

the car rocked back and forth at the pace of his hips, skin slapping against skin and loud moaning could definitely probably be heard from outside. neither of you cared, both too worked up to even try to care. for the past couple hours leon had been holding himself back from bending you over in front of everyone and fucking you dumb. eventually he couldn’t hold back his desires and took to whispering in your ear about the things he wanted to do to you.

it never took much for him to get you worked up. his voice alone had the power to make you soaking wet for him. so combine that with his dirty thoughts, and it made for a cup filled with disaster. safe to say, the minute the concert ended and you two made it back to the car, it was an unspoken agreement that you’d both get into the back instead of the front.

that’s how you ended up with your skirt flipped over your ass and your tights ripped apart as leon fucked you stupid on his cock. every rough thrust elicited a louder moan from you. “f-uck! leon!”

leon groaned, his grip in your hips became stronger as he held you firm in place, watching his cock move in and out of your cunt rather messily.

“yeah? y’like that?” he leaned forward to grab a fistful of your hair, roughly tugging back to make your head lean upwards. “tiny pussy’s jus’ suckin’ me in, sweetheart. so fuckin’ greedy.” his thrusts were relentless, each one accompanied by the squelching noises of your sopping cunt. your wetness was dripping down onto the leather seats below you as he drilled into you. “been thinkin’ about this all day. ever since you—haa…—put on that little fucking skirt back at home. wanted to fuck you so—ugn—bad.”

“p-please!” you weren’t quite sure what you were begging for. all you knew was that you wanted to be full of him, him, him. leon seemed to understand, though.

“don’t gotta beg, hon. i’ll give you anything you want.”

[astralnymphh]

imagine cowgirl ellie who courts u and takes u on dates and brings u flowers calling you ma’am being sooo respectful and chivalrous and then over time fucks u like a mad woman “such pretty sounds yer makin for me sweetheart”

is it— is it wrong to say ellie w a country drawl kinda.. kinda hits 😍.. need her 2 strap me

no but her going, "y'ride so nicely baby, takin' er' tight in that pussy hon— ohh fuck," while you bounce on her cock cowgirl style— just how she likes it, both fists lightly gripped around your hair (either all of it brought to the front, or daresay— low braided pigtails? whichever you like~) and tugging when ur' grind game gets sloppy and uncoordinated ♡ HOLY SHIT THATS SO HOT ignwhore the heart. cowgirl n equestrian ellie have my heart rn i need to write fics for them both

YEEWHAW IM WRITING IT LIKE A HORSEY!!!

[jesuistrestriste]

Sorry for flooding your inbox, but i love your writing and Im just really horny for this man, this isnt the best, more just a thought

Art prepping you for his cock with three fingers and you start whining that its too much

"I-i can't Art, it too much!"

"I know, sweetheart, i know. but my cock's a whole lot thicker so you need to take these for me yeah, baby?" 

wiurhcmswruhsgyrcbser i need himmmmm

sage i luv ur brain u can flood my inbox all u want <3

also mmmffgf soft dom art im melting

goddd his fingers are so thick and strong from tennis, and they flex and curl so perfectly inside you :( he’s pumping them in and out of you so fast, pressing against that special spot deep in your gummy walls like he’s trying to scoop out your precious insides

he’s so rough but his words are so tender and soft !

“can’t wait to feel you around me, hon”

and

“oh g-god, your pussy’s squeezing my fingers—“

and

“holy fuck, you’re opening up so well f’r me.. my cock’s throbbing, i gotta put it in you, ok?”

ughhhh. he’ll definitely thumb your clit for a minute or so while he’s easing himself in, but he can’t help but bottom-out as soon as he feels the way you suck him in !

he’s gutturally groaning and holding your hips so sweetly, his brows pinching up as his cock jolts and aches to start moving

he’s gonna fuck you till you cry a little, but it’ll all be out of love <3 kissin u and tellin u how amazing you are and how you’re a pro at taking his dick <3 gonna dump load after load into your soft core till he’s gasping and whimpering right along with you

[jenniferjareauwife]

hi hi i love ur writing sm😇do you think we could get an imagine where jj and r have an established relationship, and somebody (an officer wherever they are for the case or smth) is flirting with r but she’s oblivious, and jj gets a little anxious. then r has to reassure jj, and maybe you could add just a smidge of angst before that and have jj ignore r and r doesn’t realise why until jj brings it up. also if you’re comfortable w it you could add some smut at the end, preferably w some body worship (jj receiving) thank you sm🙏🏻🙏🏻

He Was Flirting?

pairing: jennifer jareau x reader

category: slight angst, smut

warnings: smut, scissoring r & jj, body worship jj, switch jj & r

word count: 988

summary: you're on a case and an officer is flirting with you, your girlfriend notices but you don't when leads to the silent treatment and some sexy time 😏

JJ, Officer Hicks and I walked through Boston's Back Bay, observing the nearest crime scene. The victims all had y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, same height and my age exactly. It kind of freaked me out a little bit but I knew I wasn't in trouble. No one would mess with an FBI Agent and anyone who knew Ms. Jennifer Jareau would not want to mess with her girlfriend.

"Pretty girls like you better stay safe around here." Officer Hicks said, both hands on his waist as he looked at me with a small smile. I just gave him a small nod, feeling a bit creeped out about the crime scene.

We got back to the station 20 minutes later and I went to the break room for a coffee, hoping to spend some time with JJ after this tiring day. I walked up to her to go talk to her but as soon as I opened my mouth she pushed past me and walked away. Oh. That sting a bit. I turned around to follow her but was stopped by Hicks when he walked into the break room. "Hey hon." He said with his lopsided smile.

"Hi." I looked over his shoulder at JJ who looked completely pissed off. "Hey do you um-"

"You should smile more. It looks good on you." I nodded. I didn't really smile a lot and it was something my friends always told me to do so I took it lightheartedly.

"Thanks." I froze as JJ and I made eye contact. She looked like she was seething with anger. I turned to Hicks and gave him a smile, trying not to to look anxious.

"Sorry to interrupt. Agent Y/l/n and I have to get going." She grabbed my hand with an iron grip. "Come on babe let's go." She kissed me passionately on the lips, making Hicks's jaw drop. Once she pulled away I was left speechless, feeling a familiar heat burn in my lower belly.

"Yeah...yeah let's go." I agreed, letting her drag me out of the station.

Once we got back to the hotel room she was all over me. Her hands were on my ass and her lips were attacking my neck, leaving hickeys and marks everywhere she could reach. "Jayje...JJ." I pushed her away slightly, wanting to see her face. She looked down at me with lustful eyes while gnawing on her bottom lip. "I wanna see you."

"You've gotta earn it after flirting with Hicks sweetheart." She pushed me down onto the bed, making me whine.

"What...what? I wasn't flirting...was that flirting?" I was panicking right now, was she mad at me?

"That was most definitely flirting." Her eyes had a hard look to them again. "Don't try to get yourself out of this."

"I'm not trying to get out of anything just please...please." I tugged at the collar of her shirt, wanting to kiss her all over. "JJ please." I pulled her down on top of me and pulled off her shirt quickly so she couldn't protest. My eyes widened once I saw the swells of her breasts. She didn't protest when I unclasped her bra so I took that as a sign to flip her over, kissing ever inch of her skin that I could reach.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and moaned against her skin as I started to rock against hers, our clits bumping against each other. "JJ...JJ fuck you're so pretty." I couldn't get enough of her, just wanting her to know how pretty she was. I looked up at her though my lustful eyes and saw her blush. "I love you so much. You're so pretty- fuck." My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hips bucked forward.

"You look so hot on top of me like this." She said with a soft laugh, reminding me of her dominance over me. I kept grinding against her and leaving kisses all over her body. She deserved it, she was so beautiful.

She gripped my waist in a bruising grip so I kept my pace. I could tell she was reaching her high, the way her muscles twitched under my lips. I could get off on her cumming, she just looked so fucking hot while doing it and I never hesitated to tell her that. "Fuck...fuck JJ I'm gonna cum."

"Me too baby." She held me close to her as I left sloppy kisses over her breasts. I kept my body as close to hers as possible, just wanting her to feel how much I loved her. "Y/n...y/n I'm coming!" I lifted my head up so I could kiss her as she rode out her orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I climaxed, kissing all over her face and neck, not caring where I kissed just caring that I was kissing her.

"I love you I love you I love you." I chanted, pulling away once I got too sensitive. I left sloppy kisses along her jaw before dropping my head to her shoulder.

"You ok?" She panted, dragging her fingertips over my back. I gave her a small nod and snuggled up close to her.

"I'm sorry for flirting with him...I didn't know." I whispered, tracing shapes on her belly. I felt her inhale and exhale sharply, trying to get the air back in her lungs. "I really love you...and I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize...I'm sorry for getting jealous. You weren't even flirting, it was just him."

"I didn't like the silent treatment." I told her quietly. I felt her chest cave in a bit.

"I'm sorry honey. I won't do it again, ok? I really should've communicated with you better. I'm really sorry."

"It's ok." I kissed her stomach. "I love you so much." I mumbled against her skin thinking maybe she would absorb it. It was silly but I wanted her to know how loved she was.

"I love you more baby."

[cweampier]

this is filthy, but i want leon to smack my pussy while he fingers me tbh

edging w leon and every time he can feel u get close, he takes his fingers out and smacks ur clit. hard.

would kill to get a good fuck from this man ugh😔

me likey bites fingernail seductively

leon set a torturous pace with you writhing beneath him, the palm of his hand firmly pressing down on your pelvis, as he practically hammered his fingers into your sloppy cunt. it squelched as it soaked the decorative cushion of the chair beneath you as you left your imprint on it. “such a greedy little cunt y’got, hon… is two fingers not enough?” he sneered, watching as you fought against his hold, your hips bucking up as you were so fucking close to your fleeting moment once again.

suddenly, leon removed his fingers from the inside of your walls, eyes peering down at the glistening digits, a smug smile appearing on his face. “d’awww.. baby wanted to cum didn’t she? that’s too. fucking. bad.” he emphasized each word with an excruciating slap of his fingers against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting an animalistic yelp from your throat. you clawed at the chair’s legs, your nails carving at the wood, definitely leaving marks behind. you stared at him as he evilly sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked onto yours with a brooding stare. you shivered, looking around before he brought a hand to your face, giving it a little shake before forcing your lips to pucker.

“we’re gonna go again, and you’re gonna last as long as i want you to. it’ll feel so good baby, just think about when i’ll let you cum… how grateful you’d be.” he muttered into the shell of your ear venomously, letting go of your face. he was taunting you for your behavior exhibited earlier. “that’d be a nice change, right?” he continued, catching your thighs as they threatened to close. “don’t push your luck, sweetheart, i’m giving you a choice, isn’t that so nice of me?”

you shook your head frantically, your nose leaked with snot, hot tears streaming down your face as the stinging sensitivity consumed you. “no… hh’no.. leon,” you spluttered, gripping onto his forearm. he didn’t take no for an answer, scoffing. without hesitation he plunged three fingers past your slit, watching as you coated them almost instantly with your slick. his fingered idled inside you as he pressed a calloused finger against your clit, your body jolting with stimulation.

“‘knew i could make quick work of that attitude of yours, this pussy of yours is telling me all i need to know..” you’d rubbed your thighs together, rocking your hips against his hand. a low guttural laugh bellowed from his throat, watching as you helplessly attempted to get yourself off. “hmm’kay.. fine.. fine you win leon—please.. please jus’ let me cum.. wanna cum so bad..” you’d plead with shameless desperation, staring up at him through your long lashes. you did everything he asked of you! why’s he being so mean?

he gripped your inner thigh, seemingly unsatisfied with your choice of words. “no matter how dumb i fuck you, you still don’t understand what the fuck i’m asking of you. you just love getting punished don’t you?” you whimpered in confusion, jaw locked up tightly, unable to respond to his remark. “this ain’t about winning, you think it’s that easy, huh? god, your lack of sensibility is adorable. it makes it easier to deny you of what you want.” he watched as you gushed around him, glancing down at your pussy as it clenched around the three fingers he so generously plugged you up with.

“fuck, you’re sick..” he berated you while you were quick to deny the allegations. it was already too late, he had already caught onto your guilty little pleasure. “stop fucking moving, you wanna be dirty, i’ll treat you like you’re even dirtier.”

[fadingdaggerr]

Can you make a fic based on my two fav melissa schementti fantasies

melissa calling reader by pet names and making them completely flustered x melissa making reader jealous on purpose

basically all this happens before they date/confess

and when melissa has had enough of reader not making any moves and hiding from her, melissa takes charge and ends up making out w reader.

i know this is a little difficult to write but tysm i really love ur fics 😭🫶🫶

wishful thinking

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above!

warnings/includes: ridiculously clueless!r and a not clueless mel, gary but only for plot purposes, making out

translations: gioia (joy/happiness), tesoro (darling/treasure), gavone (pig/slob)

note: i’m so sorry i haven’t been active. i’ve been dealing with a lot the last few months and haven’t had even a second to breathe. better note at the end <3

Melissa would never admit to anyone how much she liked the effect she had on you. She loved to watch your head duck down nervously when she complimented you or guided you along with a hand on your lower back. Every single time she left the light tremor of your body, but not once did she mention it. You were glad she couldn’t feel your heartbeat the moment her attention was on you.

—

The first time she noticed it changed her entire perspective on you.

Melissa wasn’t the kind to talk to the new hires, the turnover rates at Abbott were laughable and they never stayed more than a couple of months. But after a few months, she started to pay attention. Over time, she got to see just how much you really cared for the kids. She had stopped by to ask if you had an extra purple whiteboard marker, but she was met with the sight of you kneeling in front of one of your students, big, sad tears in her eyes. She could just barely hear the mutterings of I know it hurts sweetie and the one that made a little smile cross her lips, of course I have shark band-aids, what am i? A chump? She sees you start to stand to grab the bandage and decides to move now before she gets caught staring.

Right as she steps close to you, you rise and spin around. Your action staggers as you notice her form too late, and nearly falling as you try to avoid running into her, nearly. Strong hands grasp your upper arms, saving you from landing flat on your ass.

Your head tilts up to face her, finally registering that it was Melissa. It takes you a second to breathe before you let out a little, “thank you.”

“Of course, hon. My fault anyways,” she says with a small smile. There’s an almost too long pause before she realizes her hands are still on your arms, dropping them immediately to fold them across her chest. You’re almost in a daze just looking at her, but you have to keep up appearances.

“Did you need something?” You say with a soft smile. Melissa noticed how your eyes never left hers for a second after she called you hon, she also thinks that you’d never looked her in the eyes before then. It had never gone unnoticed that you always looked at her bangs or the frame of her glasses whenever you’d spoken before.

Interesting... Melissa thinks to herself.

—

And then Melissa began to see a pattern.

You’d given her the extra dollar she needed for her iced tea, four quarters stacked tails-up in front of her. She didn’t ask anyone, only sighed when she checked her purse.

“Thanks sweetheart,” Melissa said without really thinking.

Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before you catch yourself, accompanied by a quick inhale. Licking your lips and averting your eyes from her, you quietly say, “yeah. of course, anytime.”

Barbara must notice Melissa’s intrigue suddenly and speaks up, “dear, why don’t you come sit with us? I don’t think we’ve gotten a chance to know each other just yet.”

This marked the start of yours and Melissa’s friendship.

—

“You got plans Saturday?” Melissa says as she pours a cup of coffee into her Tucci mug.

You look up from your phone and take a breath in, “I have lunch with my cousin at noon, but I’m free later on. Why, what do you have planned?”

“That flea market’s coming back around, the one with the good antiques and the petting zoo,” you almost speak but she cuts you off, “oh, and that apple cider you liked.”

You smile at her remembering that detail before responding, “yeah, that sounds perfect. I can text you when I leave the diner.” Your voice thankfully doesn’t seem to give away how nervous you were trying not to seem. You take a sip from your mug to hide yourself for a moment.

“Great. I’m looking forward to it, babe,” she says through a sip of her own coffee. She stays just long enough to watch you nearly choke on your tea, and then slips out to walk to her classroom with a satisfied smirk on her face.

—

At the development week meeting, she turned to see you looking around for a place to sit. When you miss her wave to get your attention, she decides to yell your name across the gymnasium to get you to look in her direction. Your head whips her way, a grateful smile on your face when you see her waving you over. She decidedly loves the shy smile that was reserved for only her.

Stepping over nurse Makiah to get to the free seat, you finally plop down next to the redhead. Something possesses Melissa and her arm moves on its own to rest across the back of your seat, hand resting on your arm. She feels you stiffen for a moment, almost thinking she’d overstep, but you relax into her touch.

“You didn’t have to save me a seat. These are prime real estate to bleacher-leaners,” you mumble to her as one of the eighth grade teachers goes on about something that wasn’t as important as her fingers tracing little patterns over your shirt.

Melissa chuckles lightly, squeezing your shoulder lightly. She leans in to answer, “but then I wouldn’t have you sitting here, tesoro.” Your eyes go to your lap as you fail to hide the smile from her words, making the redhead’s heart rate pick up.

“You’re too nice to me, Schemmenti,” you say as you lift your head, with what little courage you have, to look at her and smile, leaning into her for a second.

—

Then an idea struck Melissa

Tuesday was vending machine restock day. Tuesday was your new least favorite day of the week. Totally unrelated.

Gary, the vending machine guy, had started a habit of flirting with Melissa. He started with giving her a free iced tea straight from the truck, and then chatting, then complimenting, and then just straight up checking her out with no shame. Every time he entered the room, your voice died in your throat, and your eyes stayed trained on him with a special kind of hatred. You were at least thankful Melissa hadn’t noticed the rage you felt when he had a conversation with her breasts. Melissa, in fact, did notice.

She watched how you stared daggers into his back as he spoke to her, completely unaware of her attention flicking to you every now and then. Your fork angrily stabbed at the lunch she’d brought you, not a single bite being taken since the vendor walked in the door. The more forward Gary got, the quieter and angrier you became. Once he left and Melissa’s focus went back to you entirely, as it always was, your shoulders relaxed and the assault on the pasta stopped.

Melissa decides she has a theory to test. She plays into Gary’s flirting some more, enough that the man is clearly picking up on it, and your hand stills. By the third week, Barbara is begging her to go on a date with the man.

“Girl, he likes you. You should give it a shot, he’s a nice man. Handsome too,” Barbara says with enthusiasm. Your eyes roll as you look at your phone, trying to tune out this conversation. Your resolve cracks a little when Ava mumbles that’s generous in response to Barbara’s comment, a tiny chuckle espacing you.

The kindergarten teacher nudges your hand, “don’t you think she should go for it?”

You struggle with trying to not just flat out say no so instead you settle with, “yeah. Gary seems really nice.” The thin smile on your face is unconvincing to both women, and it’s easy to read on both their faces. You quickly grab your stuff and stand, “I’m gonna head back to my room and pass out their math quizzes. I’ll see you later.”

Once the door closes behind you, Barbara looks at Melissa, “what was that?”

Melissa just shrugs, feigning obliviousness.

When Gary finally gets the nerve to ask her out, she laughs and agrees. You think the gods above must have it out for you, not letting you escape any interaction between the two. The fork in your hand just stabs harder at the food in the tupperware. After watching with a tinge of regret, Melissa finally speaks up.

“You alright over there, gioia?” She asks, her voice filled with real concern. You look at her for a moment, considering what to say, but settle with a nod. When your gaze drops again, you miss her lips dipping into a small frown.

—

Monday morning after the big date, you realize that being in the lounge was a mistake. You should have known to go straight to your classroom, but the need to see Melissa overrode your actions.

As you walked in, everyone was facing Melissa and asking her about every little detail of the date. Where’d they go? Was the food good? Did he offer to pay it all or ask to split the bill? What did she wear? She gives them all they want to hear, and only Ava asks what you didn’t want to know.

“Cut the bull. Did you let him hit or not?”

A chorus of AVA! goes around the room.

The redhead just sighs before answering, “why did you say it like that? And no, I did not ‘let him hit,’ Ava.” You hate that some tension leaves your shoulders after that. The rest of the time is spent with your eyes trained at the floor and ringing in your ears.

Melissa regrets her idea a lot more when she stops seeing your smile altogether and your eyes stop meeting hers.

—

She finally snaps.

Janine had planned to make a whole outing for the Abbott crew, inviting everyone out to a new arcade-bar that Erica had told her about. She’d told Melissa that she should invite Gary, saying that everyone wanted to meet him in a social setting and not just in the ten minutes he was in the school every Tuesday. Inviting Gary couldn’t hurt, she reasoned.

Gary’s phone went to voicemail for the fifth time and all eight of her texts were unanswered. He said he would come, that he wanted to meet everyone for real, but now he was a no show. Melissa felt like a teenager again, getting stood up by her date to homecoming while she waited outside for him. She turned to walk back in, almost running into you as you were coming to check on her.

“Everything alright?” You ask, knowing the answer already since she can’t hide her emotions well when she’s upset.

She huffs a laugh, “peachy. Jackass said he would be here almost an hour ago and won’t return my calls or anything.”

“Want me to beat him up for you?” You ask jokingly, but there’s a certain hope she’ll say yes that sits in your chest. Your heart almost can’t handle it when she smiles at your words, arm looping with yours as she drags you to the pinball machines.

You’d probably lost a student-loan payment in quarters by the time either of you had even won a single game you played. In the course of two hours, both of you had only managed to get a collective hundred tickets that could maybe win you each an eraser. Melissa pretends to not notice you cheating in the driving games, and you pretend not to notice her taking quarters from your cup.

You watch an equally competitive Ava and Melissa play a scary-good match of air hockey, each of them likely to have bruises on their knuckles by the end of the night from how hard they played. Each time she scored, the redhead’s eyes moved to you for approval, and each time she’s met with a little applause and smile from you.

“Wasn’t your man supposed to be here? Or were the Kit-Kats not behaving?” Ava says when they finally take a break from the game to take a drink.

Melissa just shrugs, “he hasn’t answered anything. If the gavone decides to say anything, then he’ll be getting an earful, or a bat to the head. Depends on what he says.”

“Do you even like this idiot?” Ava asks incredulously, saying exactly what you’d been thinking for weeks since they’d had their first date.

Melissa shrugs, “he’s alright. The first date was nice, but the rest have just been him trying to get in my pants.”

“Well,” Ava’s brows bounced a couple times, “are you gonna let him in or not?”

You check out entirely before listening to Melissa’s answer, not even caring how suddenly you left the conversation, just letting your legs carry you until you could finally breathe. You find yourself back with the old pinball machines that no one but you and Melissa had played. Only a few seconds of silence manages to pass before you hear the muffled stomp of boots on carpet, stopping right behind you.

“You gonna tell me what that was?” Melissa asks with your back facing her.

You should have known it was her that would follow you. Part of you wanted to lie and say that the drinks made you feel sick, but you both knew that they were too watered down to even intoxicate a toddler. The other part of you just wanted to scream about how it should be you on those dates with her, driving her home and walking her to the door. You turned to meet her eyes and any courage you had left, feeling like putty when she was so focused on you and you alone. Even though you know what her response will be, you just say, “it was nothing. I’ll be back inside in a minute.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” she says, stepping closer, “you’ve been doing that a lot lately. Just... I dunno, just leaving. You can be in the same room as me and it feels like you’re miles away.”

Your gaze drops to your feet, suddenly feeling insecure now that you know she’s noticed your behavior. You put all your energy into stabling your voice and keeping your lips from quivering at the thought of upsetting her. All you can muster in a tiny voice is, “I’m sorry.”

Melissa surprises you by pulling you into a tight hug, whispering to you, “is this about Gary?” Your heart stops at her words, knowing you’d been found out. The lack of answer and the way your body stiffens tells Melissa everything she needs to know, what she already knew.

Melissa knows that you’ll likely try to explain away anything the second she loosens her hold on you, that you’ll run and she’ll never get this close ever again. So she does the only thing that she can think of at this moment.

As she pulls away, Melissa’s hands cup your face, pulling you into her lips. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you feel her lips press against yours, soft and eager. After a moment, she realizes you’re not kissing her back, her heart cracking as she pulls away from you, ready to run. Her hands drop from your face, eyes blinking rapidly as doubt clouds her mind. Your mind catches up, realizing what had just happened. Melissa begins to turn to leave, but is stopped by your hand in hers. You tug her back to you, cupping her face and leaning forward to finally kiss her back.

She tasted like lipstick and watery vodka, her hands were warm against your wrists where they held tightly. Your mind was in hyperdrive as you took in her lips and her touch, hardly noticing her moving you until your hips met the game behind you. Melissa’s lips parted, her tongue brushing across your bottom lip to ask for entry. You were quick to allow her in, letting her dominate your lips as her hands dropped to grab at your waist. The taste of her lips and tongue became quickly addictive, the feeling even more so. Your hands migrate from her face to her hair, pulling her even closer to you as the kiss turns sloppy from the sheer desperation radiating from both of you.

Melissa’s hands grab at your hips harder as you tug at copper strands, cold fingers creeping under your shirt to rest against warm skin. The force of her body leaning further into you boggles the machine you’re pressed against making a loud buzzer sound and the automated voice yell just a quarter to play! The sudden noises make you both jump, breaking the kiss. Your eyes meet and you both stifle a laugh at the whole thing. Her lips immediately gravitate back to yours, this time softer. The smile you feel against your lips brings your own out, breaking the kiss again. You drop your head against her shoulder, basking in her presence and her hands on your skin.

“You knew,” is all you say, voice muffled against her shirt.

She smiles and rests her head against yours, “I did.”

“How long?”

“The whole time, give or take,” she’s a little surprised when your head pops up, almost smacking her chin.

Your eyes stare straight into hers, “and you said nothing?”

“You didn’t say shit either, don’t even start,” she says with a laugh, no malice hiding in her voice. Her only response is a grumble that sounds something like touché.

There’s so much love behind your eyes, it chokes her up. The way your eyes never left hers, something she missed in the last month, made her feel like the most precious stone. She looks at you for a moment longer before quietly asking, “can I kiss you again?”

The smallest smile crosses your lips as you answer in an equally quiet tone, “you can kiss me whenever you want, Schemmenti.”

feedback appreciated as always <3

note: again i’m sorry for not being active. i started school again and have been working full time while also being a full time student. i also had a death in the family that hit me very hard mentally and i had to take a step back as to not end up in the hospital. i’m going to try to be more active and take time to write more. thank u for being so patient. ilyvm

[wheeboo]

cute lil soft thought 🚹

like 'magine being taller than jihoon and being an absolute menace?? kinda just heckling and poking and just zipping around him all cuteness aggression n stuff and then he catches u with his arms around ur waist and u can't move and like woah 😳 he'd be so smug 🥹

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA i'm gonna scream 😓😓 look i still may be shorter than jihoon but i would love this HAHASJADS who wouldn't have cuteness aggression around this man????

affection was quite literally your middle name at this point. for jihoon, the height difference between the two of you had never been a bother. if anything, it made everything more endearing--the way you had to slightly lean down to press a kiss to his lips, or how you'd playfully ruffle his hair. jihoon may be the shorter one in your relationship, but he never felt smaller with you.

on the other hand, for you, there was something utterly adorable about being the taller one in the relationship, something so sweet about how his brown eyes would glance up at you. you'd take that opportunity to just giggle over how cute he looks, lightly poke and cup his face in your hands until he'd groan and shove you away (but would secretly love it).

to simply put, jihoon is cute. you remind him that everyday, whether verbally or through your actions. so right now isn't new--you sitting down on the couch in his studio while he worked away on his music.

"baby," you call out to him. "it's getting late."

"just a few more minutes, hon."

"but there's a better place you should be right now."

"yeah?" he still doesn't look away from the brightly-lit screen in front of him. "and where is that?"

you tilt your to the side, a small pout to your face even though he can't see it. "in my arms..."

your words bring a faint tug to his lips. "i'll be yours in a minute, sweetheart."

however, that doesn't reassure your patience at all. you find yourself standing up from the couch and approaching behind him, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, shaking him just slightly.

"jihoonie..." you lean down, poking a light finger to his cheek as he continues to focus on his work. "come on, please..."

he doesn’t react at first, just hums softly in response, but you can see the faint smile on his lips growing. you continue pestering him, from wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing quick kisses to the nape of his neck.

but he still refuses to budge.

"ugh, fine." you let go and start to separate yourself from him, huffing a defeated breath. "if you're not going to give me attention then i might as well just--"

jihoon suddenly swivels in his chair, catching you off-guard as he stands up quickly, turning the tables on you. and before you can react, his arms are around your waist, pulling you close and locking you in place. your breath catches in your throat as you find yourself trapped, unable to move as he looks up at you with a smug grin.

"got you," he mutters lowly. even if you try to move in the slightest, his grip only tightens, making it clear that he's not letting go anytime soon.

okay, you know that your boyfriend goes to the gym perhaps a bit too much, but you never realised how much strength he's been building until now. his arms are solid as a rock around your waist, and no matter how much you wiggle or shift, you're firmly caught in his embrace.

more heat crawls up your neck even as you get yourself to turn around to face him, peering down and meeting eyes with the smugness the plagues his face.

jihoon lets out a chuckle.

"you're such a handful," he says, but there's nothing but love in his tone as he drags you down so that you're just a breath away from his lips, finally giving you the attention you've been craving.

[missuswalker]

UHMM HIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!! uhm if ur taking requests,, do you think you could something domestic and smutty with a married reader x kit walker ,,, doing the do by the fireplace when he gets home from work,, feel free to change the prompt or not do this entirely i promise i dont mind ❤️❤️ u gotta do whats best for u!!

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: kit has to work overtime, but knows it’ll be worth it when he comes home for a quickie

♰ warnings: cute kit smut (not a warning, a blessing) piv, short, definitely not proofread

♰ notes: WHAT? by far fav request - ALSO YOURE SO SWEET WHAT?? ILY BE MY BFF 4EVERA (also who wants to be a sweetheart and work with me, it would be so fun to have a partner omg)

also, can someone give me feedback on what i can improve on?? i’ve never been super great at smut writing and i really wanna get better, you can just drop it in the ask box (i already know i should be more detailed, i need tips on that) 🎀 also, what pov do y’all want these in? 1st, 3rd, or keep it 2nd??

while kit didn’t work late every day, it happened enough for you to know that he’d be extra tired when he got home. you currently stood over the sink, finishing up the dishes left over from making dinner. it was a quiet night, the house warm and dimly lit, your dog, pumpkin, curled up on the couch. a scratchy record spun on the player, the faint sound of one of frank sinatra’s christmas vinyls producing a cozy vibe in the living room.

the back door clicks, kit shuffling in and dropping his work over-shirt on the counter. “hey, suga’,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “hey, there,” you smile, feeling soft kisses being pressed against the side of your neck. kit was always a sweetheart, no matter how tired he was.

the poor thing was so overworked, you could tell. you turn, giving your husband a quick kiss. “go sit down, dinner’s on the table. i’ll make you some tea,” you offer, pushing him out of the kitchen and tossing his work shirt into the laundry room. “you’re a doll,” he grins, giving you a wink. with a playful roll of your eyes, you step back into the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove.

as you wait for the water to boil, you peek into the dining room, where kit ate dinner by alone. checking the clock on the wall, you’re surprised by how late it had actually was. you felt bad for kit, wishing there was more you could do than just make him tea.

well.

pouring the water into a mug and dropping in a tea bag, you return to kit, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “here, hon. leave the plate, we can go sit on the couch, watch some tv if you’re not too tired,” you say, rubbing his back. he smiles up at you, taking the mug into his own hand. “that sounds nice,” he nods, standing and leading you into the living room.

he sets his tea on the coffee table, shooing pumpkin away. “get off the couch, dog, you’ve got a whole bed right there,” he huffs, pumpkin grunting and flopping over on the floor. “you gonna die anytime soon?” kit teases, nudging the poor old dog with his foot. “kit,” you gasp, smacking his shoulder. he hated that damn dog, it got on his last nerve, leaving fur all over his furniture and holes in his yard, but you loved the thing.

“he can’t even move, baby, you think he’s gonna live another 3 years?” kit jokes, raising an eyebrow. (surprise, pumpkin lived another four years, much to kit’s dismay.) “i thought you loved dogs,” you scoff, bending over to pat pumpkin’s head. “that’s not a dog, that’s the devil. he stands up and talks to me when you’re not around,” he teases, smirking down at you. “oh, yeah? what’s he say?” you ask, unamused. kit pretends to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “that he’s gonna take over my house, eat all our food.”

you shake your head, standing again and putting your hands on your hips. “pumpkin loves you, you be good to him,” you scold, pointing a finger at your silly husband. he just grins, bringing your hand to his lips. he looks around, noticing how dark it’d gotten. “i’m gonna make a fire,” kit announces, moving to kneel at the fireplace, sliding in a few logs. he pulls an old lighter from his pocket, lighting some kindling, and throwing it into the mix.

pumpkin stands, trotting off once the fire is lit. “don’t you go get on my bed,” kit shouts, though pumpkin’s probably already beat him to it. you roll your eyes, sitting down next to him on the carpet. “be nice to him, he’s old,” you say, though you couldn’t seem to hold back your laugh. kit chuckles, pulling you into his side. his lips find your neck again, the crackling of the fire soft.

“you could be real nice to me, y’know,” kit says, his hand finding the hem of your dress, tugging on it. you should’ve seen that coming, but your cheeks still heat up. “kit, it’s late,” you say, putting your hand over his. “c’mon angel, i need to be in that pretty pussy. work was killin’ me today, i couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he mumbles, nipping at your shoulder.

his words drive you crazy, and not even a minute later, you’re letting him lay you back against the carpet. god, did this man have you wrapped around his finger. “you don’t even know how beautiful you are. make me loose my mind, those eyes,” he rambles, kissing your cheek and lifting your dress. you couldn’t tell if the fire was making you hot or if it was kit. he sits up on his knees, pushing his pants down with a sense of urgency.

“let me,” you tell him, hooking your finger in the band of his briefs and sliding them off. you repeat this action with your own underwear, letting the lace drop around your ankles. “i’ll be quick, i swear,” he says, tugging on your legs so they wrap loosely around his hips. “it’s alright,” you say, shaking your head. kit was always in a rush when he was tired, but you’d gotten used to the quick rounds around the house.

“is this alright,” he asks, bringing the palm of you hand to his lips as the head of his cock prods at your entrance. you nod, wiggling your hips a bit to get more comfortable. you were already dripping, something as simple as kits words could get you going. he leans down, kissing you sweetly as he buries himself in your cunt, letting out a sigh. “feels so good, always so good f’me,” he praises, kissing your chin and your nose. your hips buck against his, giving him the signal to move.

he brushes his thumb against your clit, sending a spark to your core. it wasn’t long before both of you were coming undone, kits face buried in the crook of your neck. “so, so pretty, i love you so much. my beautiful girl,” he huffs, thrusting into you one last time. you could feel his grin against your neck, you already knew he was going to say something stupid.

“maybe in nine months i’ll have two beautiful girls.”

“go to bed.”

urghh not my best?? i love him so much though

i’ve been imagining him as a girl dad because he’s the perfect girl dad but he’d be so happy to be playing catch with a son who wants to be just like him omg ☹️☹️

ok nvm just thought about him wearing a tiara and having a tea party with his daughter

i’ll probably read this later and fix any spelling mistakes but i’m exhausted

[senbbonzakura]

hayyy -🤍

can i request pet name headcannons which use main 3 for their s/o? (f!reader)

also, do you only write headcannons or small fics 2? 🐾

so far only headcannons, but im trying to improve my writing skills so i can write small fics too!!

⋆ PET NAMES MAIN 3 WOULD USE :

✩ — STAN !

hear me out

calls u cookie/pookie sometimes for no reason

yes, cookie

at first he did it as a joke but u two grew used to it and just call each other cookie now😭

to the more serious ones, usually uses babe or my love

or just goes with ur name or "dude"

calls u dude like EVERYDAY no matter if you two are dating

✩ — KYLE !

doesnt use them really often

but if so, uses honey or darling

hes a plain guy

might call you baby once in a while too

"its okay honey"

✩ — KENNY !

uses every single pet name in the book

u name one and he probably used it atleast once

his faves are hon and darling tho

andddd sweetheart

calls u pretty too

"whats up, pretty?"

requests r open!!

[louebel]

— [ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌 .ᐟ ]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: trafalgar law × f!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 2002 wc, softdom!law, explicit sex, breeding + mating press, praising, slight dacryphilia, mentions of overstimulation, usage of "good girl, sweet girl, sweetheart, baby, pretty" and other pet names, established relationship, ur both so in love, ends with sweet fluff since i felt super soft,, dividers and mdni by @ benkeibear !! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and law are all alone on the tang, the crew busy with exploring the island you just docked in. he was free, you were free... you decided to have some fun for the night. (... its straight up smut i should've just said that)

"O—oh, fuck — Law, wait! — oh God!—"

Pathetic and needy whines ruptured from your throat, the sinful and wet noises of his skin smashing against yours echoed in the room, his fat, throbbing cock slamming in and out of your tight cunny. You couldn't help but shut your glossy eyes as he kept rubbing your warm and gummy walls, imprinting his shape lushly in your soaking hole.

"Ah ah—aaah! Oh, ooh, p—please wait, Law!—"

It was so, so so hot. Just some minutes ago everything was fine, the two of you simply cuddling while you pampered his handsome visage with fondles and kisses… Then all of a sudden you're going at it for hours, sweating, under the enticing mercy of your lover; his flexed forearms on either side of your head. Your hazy eyes wandered daggily around his face, chest, abs, arms, breath hitching as you tried admiring his muscular frame — oh, oh, he was just going so fast, oh, so harsh, — and his tattoos, the ones he carried so proudly, the ones that looked so, so wonderful on him.

Heavens, he was enthralling, you just couldn't, you couldn't look away, his glistening skin, those coarse, mesmerizing grunts that just kept on escaping his luscious and alluring lips — the same lips that made you so depraved and needy, so absolutely messy.

Hectic, sultry puffs of air brushed your heated cheeks, his mouth, slightly parted, inches away from yours — a relentless pace, heavy balls smacking right against your round rear. Tongue wetted his labra and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, pectorals, abdomen, oh, everywhere…

"Fuck, baby — c'mon, you can take it, take it for me sweetheart, c'mon," his erotic mumbles could barely be heard, your overpowering wails going straight to his pulsating member. Deep grunts matched your shuddering mewls, the crown of his swollen tip skimming just off your palpitating folds, letting them rest… Before bullying them open again with his rigid length, ripping a cry from you. He kept your legs bent with his tatted hands, folded in half beneath him; exposed and vulnerable. Your arousal coated his shaft and dripped down your thighs, the heady scent of sex strongly inhaled by your nostrils, mixed with your and Law's own musk.

"I—I can't, I can't!—"

"You can, pretty girl, you can — for me, mhm? Yeah?"

"H—haaah! B—but, but..! Law, aah!" oh, shit, you just had to call him with that tiny voice, didn't you? And that cute, quivering pout struck his racing heart, fuck, a groan of pleasure escaped him before slobbily smashing his moist lips on your puckered ones, dancing together while he shoved his wet muscle in your mouth; yours barely able to move as he assaulted your oral cavity. His goatee prickled your chin, only making you whine more.

"Yes, yes honey, yeah, oh — like that, fuck, so damn tight, so fucking good baby, oooh yeah," he crooned, those grey eyes admiring every slight twitch before closing in ecstasy, huffing and showering your face with kisses as he drove his own high like a desperate, mad man, his only objective being mating you, filling you, making love to you — you were his precious sweetheart, his love, his everything, all his, oh, all his! —

"A—ah! Mmmh, yes! Ooh, please — Law, hon, r—right there!"

— and your lilting, cloying pleads only urged him further, thrilled to make you complain so so sweetly, your submissive little sounds on repeat in his ears. Your hands, clawing at his back, etched crescent moon marks on his tense muscles, scratching and gripping his tacky physique as the light of the candle shined upon his proud, inked jolly.

With each push, his lush and veiny shaft stretched your rosy and greedy lips, abusing your delicate labia as his pelvis smacked your sensitive pearl, so good and deep that it made you shudder, twitch, tremble, an adorable little mess under him, one he couldn't help but ruin even more. Tears welled up and blurred your vision, tiny sobs tearing from your sore gullet; Law immediately soothed you, nudging your heated face, the gesture tender though the bed creaked and grated at the force of your intense copulating.

"Oh, pretty, don't cry, m' gonna give you all of my cock, it's okay sweetheart, baby," you keened even louder at his dulcet coos and promises, making you clench around him more; his tone, so soft, so lovely, did not match his brutal thrusts. He was going to give you all of it, empty his plump balls right inside your cute little cunny. Gonna paint it white and pretty all for you.

The thought made the thud of his veins mightier, biting his lower lip and rolling his pelvis profoundly, the mushroom head drooling pre-cum; making you squeak at how deliciously it flicked your cervix.

He could feel it. How you tautened, quivered, your breaths building in a crescendo.

He smirked, half-lidded grey eyes gazing at your lewd expression, spit dribbling down your chin, and translucent drops staining your cheeks — panting for more, more.

That's his precious girl.

"Mmm, sweet girl, gonna cum? Yeah? Can feel you. Ohh, yeah, gonna cum so hard for me, won't you? Make a pretty mess on my cock? Hm? Hmm?" his smug grin widened, sliding a hand down and spoiling your sweet, small nub — sending sparks all over your wracked shape as his rough, nimble thumb cumulated gooey nectar and circled it briskly. The squeal you let out was nothing more than delectable, his raven locks dishevelled and sticking to his front.

"Y—yes, yes! P— please please please, please! Law! P—please, gonna, g—gonna—! Hnghh, f—fuuck!"

A pleased purr thrummed from his chest, using his bulk and frame to cage you further and not letting you move — meant to completely take him. Your eyes crossed in ecstasy, spasming and clenching around him while he whispered his filthy little praises, cradling you close, clammy figure caressing another. Long fingers pawed your wobbly thighs, clamping involuntarily as the pressure in his loins doubled; oh, you were so cute. Tensing up so much, hiccuping and moaning — just like he wanted you to.

His brows creased, instinctively gritting his teeth at how savory everything was. The pace got sloppier and sloppier, testicles churning as the thick cock you were so addicted to, the one that "fucked you dumb and got you drunk", pulsated in anticipation.

"Oh honey, yes, yes, cum on my cock, fuck, 'm gonna fill you up, shit, baby, you deserve it all, take all of it..!" you whimpered and he groaned, his hips stuttering tensely, abdomen flexed, "Like that, shh, I got you, there you go, good girl, such a good girl, yes—" squelches so loud and soppy, so succulent — dirty but loving phrases tumbling off his tongue, both your profiles inches away from each other, ardent breaths mingling together,

"Taking me so well, 'm gonna pump you full with my cum, gonna— hhngh, gonna k—knock you up, honey…"

"So pretty… Love you so much baby, love you so much!—"

"C'mon sweetheart, you can take it, I know you can, you're a big girl, aren't you? For me, for me?"

He almost whined, and his raspy, needy timbre was the last straw, rendering you a broken, babbling mush — the man unable to hold back any longer, needing to just spill himself all in your precieux pith, yes yes yes!—

"L—Laaaaaaw! M' close, s—so so close! Hhnnngh, pleaaase, please please please need your cock 'n cum so so bad! G—gotta cum!"

"Yes, baby yes! Fuck, fuck, take it take it take it! Shit, cream—ahh cream all around me honey! Oh, ooh, g—gonna cum, gonna cum! Gonna cum 'n that pretty pussy! Fill you up! Ohh yes, yes! F— fuuck! Ah—aah..!"

spurt! spurt! spuurt!

(See? You could take it. Plenty of it. He knows just how to fuck your greedy cunt. He knew you better than yourself.)

— and a copious load of creamy, scalding semen stuffed you full, brimming over, squeaks and a long howl of satisfaction reverberating off the walls. Law's thighs teetered and contracted firmly, lashes fluttering while laborious gasps slipped out of his lungs as he shuddered, sack roiling and still balls deep, jerking in your cushy channel to make sure every drop spurted inside. Your own release gushed around him, glazing his softening cock and mixing with his virile spunk.

"Haah, ah…" he panted meekly, tremulous and sensitive, just like you. Time slowed, simply nestling in the welcoming warmth of your creampied pussy, lazily swaying and sloshing his potent sperm deeper inside, quiet, tiny noises coming from your pliant and knackered form.

"L—Law..."

"Shh... shh..." his head lightly tilted down between your clavicle and neck, shifting his position and spreading his legs further, sighs of delight grazing you while yours were stifled, spent, and satisfied. He languidly plunged his shaft a bit more, cooing and soothing you when pressing onto your glutes, stimulating your fragile senses — soft squelches coming from your union, drowsy whimpers shushed by him. The drawn skin of his testes loosened, hanging low on your ass; abundant and snug.

Moments passed as the pornographic clapping could no longer be heard, only a slick sound and your mellow whine as he slid out of your loose cunny, the result of your coition leaking out and plopping onto the sheets.

Carefully slumping onto you to not cause discomfort, he nuzzled your damp face that clearly conveyed pleasure and exhaustion, your breathing slowing and calming too. Your body quaked with aftershocks, moreso than him, and was a furnace at the moment.

The smile forming on him was unavoidable, eyes softening and heart drumming adoringly, the earlier rush overwhelmed by the sense of safety and comfort.

His fleeting touch made the corners of your lips curve upwards, too, your own gaze tired but loving. The push on your lower thighs enfeebled, letting your legs slope; still a bit shaky from the intense orgasm. Law rolled to his side, bringing you close to him and wrapping an arm around your nape, pressing a fond kiss to your brow — and planting butterflies and flowers in your stomach.

How much you loved him.

"… Aah. Good job. I wasn't too rough, right? I'll clean up—"

"Mm… No, stay… please."

Too weak to say anything else, you cuddled to his side, resting your head on his undulating chest. Law blinked once, twice, before realizing you were already snuggled up and resting, about to part for dreamland —

"… love you."

— part from dreamland…

His jaw remained agape for a bit at just how softly you said that, watching your limp form sated and content. Small snores signaled your impending rest, your features detailed by the dim light — eased and void of all but tranquillity. He languidly pulled you closer, his pectoral flexing instinctively before loosening and becoming plushier beneath your cheek… Your personal pillow. The surgeon chuckled, lifting his arm and massaging your scalp — you're always so precious.

Pulling the blanket over the both of you, Law sighed, delighted by the additional warmth it offered to your naked bodies; still cradling you close. He stayed up some more, rubbing consoling patterns on your torso as he pondered what to do. His inner doctor wanted to care for you before resting, however, he knew it'd be useless to try. You were already sleeping soundly. Alright... he'll help you tomorrow morning.

With one last peck to your temple, he soon followed too, relaxing on the comforting mattress — the sleep report crew in his head (Produced, directed, and starred by him) confirming he'd be reposing peacefully. (He had no idea where that idea came from but if you somehow were to hear about it, he knew you'd tell him he's a dork. He blushed a little.)

"… Goodnight. I love you too."

[salitok]

Surprise!!

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Ellie Williams x fem reader ( farm Ellie )

Warning: Smut, oral ( E receiving), strap-on sex (R receiving ), riding Ellie's strap, praise, pet names ( babe, baby, honey, sweetheart), R wearing lingerie, overstimulation, squirt.

Summary: You surprised Ellie to make her feel better

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Ellie and you have been married for over a year. After the two of you got married you moved to the farm to settle down and have a relaxed life. You both decided on your chores around the farm, which makes it easier to live. The both of you decided that you will be a housewife and milk the cows; she would do the “tough work” which was based on cultivating, maintaining farm machinery, equipment, and hunting. Ellie and you really took your work seriously even tho you took breaks to spend together and have a good time.

This last month Ellie was been full of work, she is always so tired and in a bad mood. You are worried about her and even tho you try to make her feel better, cooking her favorite meals and hugging her a lot, it isn’t enough and her smile is momentarily. Ellie would cuddle in bed every night and she would fall asleep in seconds.

Today as you were washing clothes you came up with a great idea. You screamed from the top of your lungs calling her. “ HONEY HELP”, as Ellie heard your scream she ran to you, you were sitting on a chair outside putting to dry the clean clothes. “ what’s up sweetheart, are you ok ??” She asked looking at you worried. “ Baby i think am sick, can you stay with me inside all day long ?? You looked at her softly, “Babe I have work to do”, you started begging, “pleaseee”, and after a minute she agreed.

As the two of you walked inside the big house, she kept looking at you worried and curiously, you looked at her and faked a cough and then trough yourself into her arms. She sited you on the living room couch and laid next to you, she cuddled you trying to get you warm. Five minutes later she was was knocked out, you looked at her, she is beautiful, her flannel lifted her perfectly, her hair rested framing her face and her mouth was gently opened, breathing softly. You stood up from the couch slowly, you didn’t wanted her to wake up, you walked to the kitchen and made her favorite dinner and then you ran to your shared bedroom and changed into your most exquisite lingerie and putted a rope on top to cover your self, you did your makeup and makes sure you smell good.

It was 7:00 pm, you walked to the living room and woke Ellie up taping her shoulder gently and kissing her cheek.

“Wake up honey is late,” you said looking at her. “What hour is it ?” "late Babe it is already dark, I made you ur favorite meal”. She looked at you filled with confusion, you looked gorgeous. “ hon I thought you were sick” She followed you as you walked her to the diner table and serve her food, “I was” you giggle. She ate all the food on the plate; suddenly you say…

“ Baby i have a surprise for you” kissing her cheek and neck sloppy.

“You do ?” She staring into you. She was sitting in a chair and you were right in front of her standing up.

You took your rope off and trow it on the floor, you now were standing in front of her in lingerie. You walked up to her and sitting on her lap, you kissed her, every part of her, she let out small moans.

She put her hand on your waist, making gentle circles on your skin. “you look so good baby”

“Thank you babe, you can do anything to me now, I am yours” You looked at her with doe eyes.

She then lifted you up, you could see the smirk across her face. She took you to the bedroom quickly as the both of you kissed. She laid you down on the bed, your head resting on the pillows, she then laid next to you. You kneeled between her legs and looked at her asking for permission.

“Go ahead baby” she said putting her hand on your head and holding your hair out of your face.

You took her jeans and panties off, and seconds after you licked her slit slowly. Ellie's head fell back and she moaned “fuck babyy”. You started making circular motions with your tongue on her clit, Ellie's grip was firm, holding your hair as she moaned your name. you loved making her feel good, your tongue inside of her, moving faster and faster

"you're doing so good baby, am going to reward you", you looked at her, your mouth still pleasuring her, you knew she was close, you could feel it. "stick your tongue out baby, am going to cum" she said between moans.

After she came she griped your hair and pulled you up to kiss her.

"am going to fuck you so fucking good", she then open the drawer on the nightstand and pulled her strap out, it was long and thick, it made you wet just thinking about it entering you. She put on the strap while kissing you, and she took your panties off, leaving you only in the lace bra and the knee-length stockings. She sat down, her head resting on the bed headboard.

"I want you to ride my dick" she commanded you, and you immediately hop on top of her. Ellie holds the big strap with one hand, the pit in your wet hole, you moaned as her cook entered you

"your so tight", your head felt forward when it fully entered you, your walls hugging the big strap. Ellie lifted your head up and looked at you

"your so fucking pretty. am going to pound you so hard", she started pounding you, her hands holding your waist tightly as she lifted her hips up to pound you.

You moaned loud, your hand wrapping Ellie's neck for support. the strap coming in and out of you with ease. ellie was fascinated, she kissed you harshly, and she separated seconds after to pound you faster and harder. Her hand left your waist to go directly to your clit, rubbing it fast, up and down.

"omg ellieee !!" you could feel the orgasm coming, you were screaming and blabbing nonsense

"cum for me baby", her words were like magic second later you came on the strap, your head falling into her neck, moaning her name. She kept going, rubbing your clit faster, her dick buried inside of you moving in and out fast and rough, it was overstimulating you, you moaned hard into her ear, trying to tell her it was too much, but she didn't stop, as you moaned for a last time you squirted all over her thighs, her hand and the strap. Ellie pounded you two more times before pulling out. She laid you down and hugged you

"you did so good, m good girl", kissing your neck. after a few minutes, she went to the bathroom for a towel to clean the mess you made.

After cleaning everything including you, she spooned you as the both of you fell asleep

"you really know how to make me feel better. what a surprise" Ellie told you before falling to sleep hugging you.

[aeriaeri]

various cg!neospa scenarios (gn!reader) !! thought i'd make these to make up for the lack of works ive posted :/ hope this keeps the aeriaeri community well fed <3 nsfw dni

johnny and jaehyun competing for ur attention when ur little (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) one minute johnny's sitting on the couch, your head in his lap, as he's rambling on about random things, purposefully dramatizing certain aspects to get laughs out of you. and the next, it's jaehyun scooping you up as if you aren't deeply invested in johnny's story about how his father invented coffee. just as you're about to whine, "does my little peach wanna go get ice cream with papa?" he suggests, and who are you to deny the offer? "yesyesyes!" you estatically nod, and jaehyun smiles, before looking down at a displeased johnny, "daddy can come along too, i guess."

ningning playing house with you, and being burdened with the task of playing every role whilist you're the mom. "what d'you want for dinner, sweetheart?" you grin whilist wearing an apron and kneeling infront of your play kitchen. ningning puts a finger above her lip to mimic a mustache, "mm, some pasta would really hit the spot." she says in a deep, gruff voice. "okay! can ya wake the kids up p'ease?" you get to work at the stove, placing a pot on it and placing the fake noodles inside. ningning proceeds to struggle playing the husband, baby, and two twins that you insisted she play. anything for her angel, she'd said.

doyoung being not just a victim to his members' relentless teasing, but even his own little. the guy's just trying to get ready for bed, and all of a sudden he hears an eruption of laughter at the doorway. wide-eyed, he whips his head around to see you, and he takes a deep breath. "what's so funny, hon?" he has the nerve to ask as he has on a bunny headband, a face mask, and a ponytail that's keeping his bangs further away from his face. "y'look funny bunny.." and you start to laugh even harder at your accidental rhyme. doyoung squints at you before taking the mask off, "shouldn't you be in bed, hm? doie will be there in a minute." he can't help but sigh as he hears your giggles echo down the hallway and into your room.

giselle spoiling you (both big and small) (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) never mention that you want something around giselle, because you will see that exact item in an amazon box on your bed the next day. once, while babbling on about your day, you mentioned a particular cat stuffie you saw in the window of a store, and a few days later she came to you while watching a cartoon. "hey love, i got you something." giselle smiles down at you whilist holding something behind your back. "oou what is it, mommyy?" you immediately perk up excitedly. "close your eyes." she whispers, crouching down to your level. and you do just that, biting your bottom lip with your eyes screwed shut. suddenly you feel the plushie fall down into your lap, your eyes shoot wide open, and the pride is very prevalent in her eyes as you thank her a thousand times, "of course, mommy just had to get it for you, baby."

[beiasluv]

omg ok so i was reading ur work and i live for it 🤭🤭 i was wondering. if you could do what a first kiss would be like for neteyam and loak with the reader 🫣🫣🫣 idk if u have done this yet, feel free to ignore if u have 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (also ur work makes me want to ascend to a third plane if enlightenment)

first kiss | neteyamm + lo’ak

a/n: your words made me wanna ascend as well, thank you hon 😙 enjoyy

masterlist

neteyam

AHem, where do i begin?

back in the days, when neteyam was just a fifth teen years old na’vi, he was gifted with the best gift he had ever received yet

on his birthday, the clan of omaticaya planned celebrated and feasted in honor of toruk mokto’s first born.

well, that is what they planned to do, but neteyam had other plans. boy snuck out and met you under the tree of souls

you asked him to meet you at this particular time, and he wouldn’t miss it for you, even if it means sneaking off his own party

to say that you are his mate isn’t the most correct or wrong statement. you guys met long before anything had happened, and let’s say something bloomed between you two.

neteyam, obviously, the golden child, the oldest, and the big brother of the family. when it comes to everything, he is considerate and caring ALL. THE. WAY.

and first kiss isn’t out of the list, hell, it might even be on top of the list, maybe…

“hey, y/n, what’s the matter?”

“oh, hi, nete, i was- um- er…going to give you a gift,” you scratched your neck. “but i um, i think i forgot it.”

“really? so what were you planning to give me?” he smirked at your flustered demeanor.

“erm…i was um…fuck it! neteyam, haveyoueverkisssomeonebefore?” you broke eye contact with the grass to met his glowing yellow eyes.

“…no? why?”

“t-then…i wanna give you my first kiss…” without another word, neteyam crashed his lips onto yours and tasted it like a starved man. of course, he is the big brother, and he got those charms and all the tricks up his sleeves, but that this moment, he didn’t cared. if he had a little more sense in his system, then he might just go a little softer on your pouty lips, or maybe he would’ve taken care of your face first.

but what can he say? he is drunk in your scent and your lips, can’t take his mouth off you, even if he wanted to. your lips tasted like the sweetest honey on pandora, and the softest clouds he ever flown through.

you felt a swollen sensation in your lower lips, and just as you thought, he was nibbling onto it, “is this okay, sweetheart?” sucking your lips like a starved man, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

although his taste is too exquisite to leave, your breath was pounding on the door. you smacked his chest hardly and tried to pull away, but his grip is like an octopus clinging on to its prey. without any response from him, you snaked your tongue into his mouth and parted at your chance.

“neteyam! are you trying to kill me?!” you smacked his chest over and over again.

“hey, hey, who’s the one who offered me your first kiss?”

“well, at least i was being nice about it, you were trying to kill me on my first kiss,” you fake pouted and crossed your arms.

“then i would be glad to die to have you as my first kiss”

of course, he wasn’t expecting to act like that but can’t really blame him, can you? when you are offered a first kiss by your crush, and the ambiance is just perfect, he can’t really turn it down. as a matter of fact, he is STARVING for you.

imagine what a hard situation he was in, you kneeling on the ground, partially begging him, and offering your assistance to him?

HE IS DOWN BAD PEOPLE

of course, he was a sweetheart, asking you how you feel each step 🥺

definitely tasted the forbidden fruit. once he tasted you, he yearns for more and MORE. can’t have enough of you

well, the next time he promised to be more soft and passionate.

his big brother instinct came out to play. going tenderly on each step and always making sure you are comfortable.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME SIR? SIR, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. pecking your lips, then, kissing them, then, sucking them, and basically grinding his lips against yours

overall, he is just a needy big baby 100/10

lo’ak

okay okay, LO’AKKK

he becomes so shy when it comes to you😭

being the reckless brother he is, he is always quick and fast-paced with your relationship. but definitely the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for

and your first kiss isn’t so different…

every time you called for him in the waters of the metkayina’s islands, lo’ak will drop everything and come to your side immediately

of course, it is a daily routine for you to cuddle with each other during eclipse hours. just a simple hours that you can spend together without the worries of the other na’vis

and, nobody can see you guys in the ocean. a win is a win, guys

you are probably the one, and only, comfort to his sanity. whenever his family is going too hard on him, he can always count on you every time

lo’ak just loves for you to hold him close and pamper him. so he basically grew a lot of feelings for you. especially, you are his first crush

the omaticaya girls were undoubtedly beautiful, but none of them caught his eyes. until…he entered the village of metkayina

just imagine him being to scared to confess to you for the whole time😭 will literally cry inside if you are talking to him about a boy

definitely, heard his brothers and other boys talk about how they like the kisses, and other business aHeM

lo’ak: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

“man, you don’t know? girls love it when you suck their lips, it just give them butterflies”

“really?” lo’ak huffed.

“FOR. REAL. my guy, trust me”

“m’kay…”

“oh! and, don’t forget to use your tongue…hot stuff”

back at the ocean, he loves brushing his tails against your legs and wrapping it around your waist, to keep your from drifting away by the waves 😩

your legs brushing against each other under the water, keeping warmth spread around your skins.

not to mention that he loves tracing your skins and the delicates patterns under his finger tips 😩

the mood was just right, the sun is setting, and everything turned purple and pink. you couldn’t ignore his golden eyes staring towards you

your thoughts were pulled back when he disconnected the eye contact from your eyes down to your pouting lips.

“y/n…” he called you in his embrace.

“yes…?” you answered staring into his eyes

“can…i?” "yes...," that was your last word before lo'ak swooped in and held your lips against his. the wind was blowing and drifting you apart, but lo'ak's tail held you two close. he tasted your lips with a quick haste, taking a bite of bits and there

trying to stay afloat, you kicked your legs underwater; while your tail is swishing back and fourth. as if he discovered a hidden treasure, he couldn't get enough of your lips. just as you were about to pull off, he explored your tonuge with his. swirling around his and trying to escape his grasps, lo’ak dug deeper into your mouth. he tasted every bits he could.

feeling his fangs against your tongue, you parted your lips away from his and catch your breath. air entering your lungs like a waterfall, but seeing him opposite you, might’ve take your break away again.

“t- that WAS amazing, y/n…” he chuckled at your breathless expression.

“er…thanks” you laughed awkwardly.

“um, actually…i have something to tell you,” he confessed.

“yeah?”

“that was also my first kiss…”

anyways, we know that he is the sweetest boy eVER

all of that you’ve just read, it was actually within a span of one minute. he is our fast paced boy 💀

but later on, he learned how to become more passionate, and gentler. he learnt how to caress your cheeks, your hair, thighs, body, and EVERYTHING

our fast asf boi will learn how to become the sweetest man for you. and don’t get me wrong, HE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR

BASICALLY WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY

this boy couldn’t get his hands off you for eywa’s sake😩 just love holding your hands, your body, or even your hair. it’s just a grounding experience for him and a comforting one

CAN NOT go a day without your kisses. NEVER

OVERALL ROUGH AND PASSIONATE 1000/10 PERIODT

take care guys🤍 stay hydrated and go get some rest if you haven’t already got some

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