#💜 melody speaks

[stupid-jirai]

[legendary-pink-dot]

Please, Mr Postman

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected PiV sex, butt play, creampie, oral (f receiving), and lots of sex toys. No ages mentioned or alluded to. Reader is married. There are themes of infidelity, blackmail and stalking, but Reader is fully consenting and willing. Mailman Joel is a sleaze, consider youself duly warned.

Word Count: 4.3K (by far the longest thing I've ever written, whew)

Summary: Every morning at 9am sharp, you take your coffee to the front room and listen for his mail truck.

Notes: Poking my nose out of my hiatus hidey-hole to write this as a gift for my very very dear friend @magpiepills for the prompt "Stole your mail and uses it to sexually blackmail you mailman Joel". I love you, my sweet Bat. 💜 Giant thanks to @for-a-longlongtime for the last-minute rapid beta read. Much love to my sluts for cheerleading: @youandmeand5bucks @exquisiteserotonin @arcanefox207 @sparklefarts38 @redhotkitchen I have never written Joel before, so please be kind. Thank you and enjoy.

Please, Mr Postman - Joel Miller x f!reader

Every morning at 9am sharp, you take your coffee to the front room and listen for his mail truck. The squeak of the rusted brake pads as he parks at the end of the block is a melody, as distinctive to you now as the chimes of the classic ice cream trucks from your childhood, eliciting a Pavlovian response of salivating over the treats it held within.

Life was easy and carefree at that age. You didn't have responsibilities, grown-up worries, or this present burden of being a Stepford wife to a rich man who occasionally did some illegal activities. He was kind to you and you loved him, desired him even, but despite being a criminal he was boring. He was not the adventurous, filthy man in bed you secretly hoped for. But you knew things about his work that made it dangerous to leave, and financially he made sure you were kept comfortable enough to not want to tell. So you stayed. And here you were, marooned in a leafy suburb, stuck at home all day and fantasizing about the hot new mailman. What a cliche you've become.

The mailman's name was Joel. And he really did command attention.

Salt and pepper hair that curled around the edge of his blue cap. Dark brown eyes that showed a few flecks of amber the rare times you've seen them up close. A strong nose with a neatly trimmed mustache and gorgeous facial scruff. Large hands that could football-hold an entire package in each.

And speaking of packages: his looked prodigious. It looked obscene what he was carrying around in those standard issue United States Postal Service shorts. You dreamed about it at night -- how thick his cock must be and how you'd lick it like those sweet summer popsicle treats -- as your husband snored beside you after giving you one pitiful orgasm and then immediately coming himself and falling asleep.

You never thought anyone could be attractive in such a dumpy grey uniform, but somehow Joel found a way.

In the summer heat he always rolled up the edges of his pleated shorts, a thick pocket chain clacking along his meaty thigh. Light hair dusted his tanned legs. His black leather belt was cinched tight, further emphasizing his delicious bulge. The sleeves of his polo shirt were similarly rolled and showed off well-toned forearms from all the lifting and carrying. In short: he was a dream.

But you'd never go further than look. You loved your husband, for all his faults. You'd even placed a big order of sex toys last week in the hopes he'd be willing to spice things up in the bedroom. The tracking app says it's out for delivery, and right on cue, Joel comes walking up your driveway cradling a large cardboard box in his hands. Damn, he looks good today.

"Mornin', ma'am," he drawls politely. You think he winks at you, or maybe it's just the sun hitting his eyes. "Got a big one for you today."

You move to take it, but he shakes his head. "It's heavy. Let me put it inside for ya."

The thought of him being inside your home makes you tingle. You don't even think to consider that postal workers aren't supposed to go past a customer's front step.

You hold the door open and Joel stomps through, leaving bootprints of dirt on your "Home Sweet Home" welcome mat.

"Ma'am? Where d'ya want it?" He sounds amused, and you realize with a start that he's been standing in your entranceway for an awkward length of time. You'd been too busy ogling his legs, and more, in those rolled-up shorts. Was it your imagination, or was he not wearing underwear?

"On the coffee table, please." You lead him to the sitting room beside the entranceway. It's your happy place, your sanctuary, the spot you have your morning coffee in as you listen for the siren song of his mail truck.

Joel gently places the box on the coffee table and turns to you.

"I'll just wait here while you check that everythin's in order."

"What… what do you mean?" You feel your cheeks heat. Fortunately the box was nondescript, but it did give off a brown paper wrapping porn vibe.

"It's insured for $700. Must be some expensive stuff. 'S my job to write a report if anything's broken."

Nervous sweat starts beading down your back. "It… it's okay… I can report online if there's a problem…"

"'S no trouble. Let's just take a quick peek." Joel's already pulled his keychain ceramic boxknife out of his shorts, slitting the box open before you can say a word.

You stand there mortified and unable to speak as Joel opens the flaps, pushes aside the cushioning packets, and stares at the huge assortment of boxed sex toys.

"Well, well, darlin'. What do we have here?" His voice is a mixture of amusement and something deep and growling. Predatory.

Your face burns in embarrassment. "You… you can go now," you manage to squeak. "Please."

"Don't think so, sweetheart. Gotta check that everythin's in good working order." His boxknife shicks open the first product, a G-spot vibe from the looks of the box. Just before he can unwrap it, you find your voice. You hope you sound self-assured and assertive.

"That's enough. Please leave. My husband will be home any minute."

Joel smirks as he continues to rifle through the box. "Naw. He won't. Just did my route on Pine Street and saw him gettin' busy with that blonde divorcee in the cul-de-sac. Miz Perkins, wasn't it? Big tits."

It's a gut punch, and it makes you forget that this suddenly skeezy mailman is in your home and looking at your new collection of sex toys. An affair? He wouldn't. Not YOUR husband. Not your husband who rarely wants to do anything interesting in bed…

"Sorry, darlin." Joel pulls you out of your thoughts. "Fuck that guy. Wanna have some fun?" He pulls the vibe out of the box and waves it in front of you with a lopsided smirk.

This is too much to deal with. Your head is spinning, a mixture of emotions running through you. Including lust, incredibly enough. This mailman appears to be the take-charge dominant you wish your husband was.

"No. Like I said, you can leave now." You manage to say it firmer this time despite the gushing between your thighs. "Just go."

"Think I'll stay," he says, crossing the space between you in one step and pushing you backwards onto the sofa. "Don't want me reporting your ol' man to the authorities, now do ya?"

"Wha… what?"

He chuckles at your comically large-eyed look of shock. "Yeah, know all about it. Been readin' yer mail," he says matter-of-factly. "He's shit at covering his tracks. Who sends fake invoices through the mail? With his real address too. Amazin' he hasn't been caught yet."

"You've been reading our mail?! I should report you!" Who is this guy?

Joel looms menacingly over your prone figure. You didn't dare move. "Sure, darlin. Postal employees got a responsibility to report crime. I'll be fine," he smiles, leaning back a little, but not enough for you to escape. "But the Postmaster General don't take too kindly to mail fraud, or those aidin' and abettin'. That's a felony."

"But it's not a felony for a mailman to read people's mail?"

"Tell you what," he drawls, still in that matter-of-fact tone that should be so very wrong in this situation. He rifles through the box and pulls out a hot pink butt plug, wiggling it at you. "You're gonna let me try out some of these toys on ya, and I won't report him."

Blackmail shouldn't turn you on, shouldn't turn anyone on, but it does. You're only human, and besides, you definitely don't want to go to prison. You can't control your reaction as your upper half shrinks back into the sofa while your lower half stretches out towards Joel, the hem of your sundress hiking up like it has a mind of its own. He gives you a wolfish grin and rests a broad, heavy hand on your knee.

"Jus' what I thought, sweetheart. Seen you watchin' me out the window every mornin'. You been wantin' me to stuff your pretty little mailslot, haven't ya?"

A whimper escapes your throat. "Yes. Please," you whisper, thighs sticky between your panties and suddenly aching.

"Okay, honey. Gonna start easy with this lil' thing." He holds up a clit sucker, shaped like a penguin with a little pink bow around its neck, and switches it on to test it. It springs into life immediately. "Ah, great. Love how companies pre-charge things now-a-days."

How can he be so conversational about this? Does he blackmail all the married women in the neighbourhood? Well, maybe just the ones who have something to hide. Like you. You silently thank the heavens for sending you an attractive skeeze, at least. And Joel is so very, very attractive.

You spread your legs for him.

He ruches your sundress up your thighs and whistles appreciatively, the sound going straight to your core. "No panties? And gushin' out of that tight little snatch already? Didn't take ya for such a filthy girl."

"It's… it's hot out," you stammer, unable to think straight.

"About to get hotter," he smirks again, and damn that attitude is doing things for you. "You ready, sweetheart?"

You nod, and he keeps eye contact as he nestles your clit into the little penguin's mouth and switches it on.

Your back arches and you nearly scream out loud.

The sensation is warm, and there's no direct contact but it's like your clit is being gently suckled. You've never felt anything like it. It's only been three seconds and your hips are already squirming to chase more.

His hand presses lightly on your hip to give you something to brace against as he clicks the intensity button up a couple notches, and it's like waves upon waves of the absolute perfect pressure on your clit. The buildup in your core is so fast that you don't even realize you're coming until it's almost over. You also hadn't noticed that you'd grabbed his muscled forearm and sunk your nails into it, leaving little half-moon indentations in his tanned skin.

"That was… wow." Your gasps echo around the quiet sitting room. Joel doesn't say a word, just reverently watches your pussy pulse and gush out a few drops of slick. "Thanks." You wish it had lasted longer and were sad it was over. Oh well, a nice memory for the next time you think about Joel, or try out some of these toys with your husband.

You start to push your sundress down, assuming he'll leave now and half-grateful for it, but he grabs your shoulder and forces you back down into the pillows.

"Where you off to? I'm just gettin' started with you, darlin'."

"But…."

"But nothin'. Ain't done till I say so."

All you can do is stare at him, unsure if you should be angry, turned on, or plotting an escape.

He undoes his leather belt and slowly, threateningly, slides it out through the loops on his uniform shorts. "Don't make me use this, sweetheart. Gonna be a good girl for me now, ain't ya?" The depth and tone of his voice say he isn't joking.

You gulp, still tingly from your rapid orgasm. And ready for another one, you think as you make eye contact with Joel, feeling a bit bolder now. We're here, I let him do that much already, might as well go for it.…

The penguin gets discarded as Joel carelessly tosses it to the carpet and takes the hot pink butt plug out of the box again, running a finger along the curve of its long but slim length. "Hmmm. Pretty. This for you, or your husband?"

"Uh… me…"

"Ah, ah" he tuts. "You really are a nasty girl. You take one of these before?"

You shake your head, suddenly shy. You hadn't even wanted your husband to know about the butt plug, thinking he was so sexless that he'd be disgusted. Apparently not, if he's railing Ms Perkins with the big tits over on Pine Street.

"S'okay. Gonna slide it in real good for ya." While you shove a little sofa pillow under your hips, Joel combs through the box on the coffee table and pulls out a bottle of lube. He pops the cap and drizzles some over the plug, and you gulp again imagining it inside your ass. A faint scent of synthetic vanilla fills the air and for some reason it calms you, allowing you to relax your muscles as Joel slides the plug along your crack, rubbing and smearing the lube around your asshole.

"You like that?"

You do. You really do.

Your little moan spurs him on and he gently presses the generously lubed tip of the plug against your hole, just the teensiest bit. You look up at his face, that stupidly attractive face of a skeezy mailman who is sexually blackmailing you, and find yourself desperately wanting to feel his scruff on your inner thighs.

Apparently he's a mind reader, too. He smiles and lowers his head to your crotch, and licks your clit with his wide tongue at the same moment he presses a bit more of the plug into your ass. You nearly scream for the second time in minutes.

"That's it, honey," he breathes against your core, wiggling the tip of the plug in and out and hitting nerves you didn't even know existed back there, making your hips jump involuntarily. "Openin' up so nice for me."

A few more mind-numbing, distracting licks of your clit and the plug slides all the way in with a little pop. You're equal parts turned on and proud.

"Well, ain't that a pretty sight," Joel whistles appreciatively. He pulls up to sit back and just stares at you all spread out on the sofa with one leg hiked over the back, your sundress balled up over your stomach. He taps the pink flared base of the plug a few times like he's idly flicking away a cigarette. It wiggles inside you and you squirm and squeal. Actually squeal. You're still mad and weirded out and other things, but you're feeling too good to give up now and you're starting to not care how easily you're caving to this man.

"Lessee what other treats we got in here." He rifles through the box again. His face falls into a comical droop of sadness and he sighs loudly, holding up a little box marked 'Girth Extender Sleeve'.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." The condescension in his voice shouldn't turn you on this much. "Yer old man got a tiny dick? Not fuckin' you proper? No wonder you been starin' at me every day, desperate for a real man."

Before you can protest -- he's not tiny, I just wanted to spice things up, well okay maybe he could use a bit of help -- he unzips his uniform shorts and pulls out his hard cock, holding it at the base so you can take a good look. "Got a special delivery for ya, baby."

Yeah, Joel definitely doesn't need any artificial enhancement.

His cock is thick. Not super long, but probably one of the thickest you've seen, outside the few porn films you watched when you were younger and more uninhibited. There's foreskin covering what looks like a large mushroom head, and a prominent pulsing vein running up one side. It all looks delicious, and you unconsciously lick your lips as he smirks at how you take it all in.

"You want it real bad, dontcha?" He fists himself a few times, his foreskin sliding on the downstroke to give you a peek at the thick head. "Yeah, you sure do. Never knew I had such a little slut livin' on my route."

Shuffling forward, he grabs your thighs and spreads them wider. The head of his cock feels impossibly heavy as he slaps it on your clit, making you gush a little with every hit.

"Joel, will you… can you lick me again for a bit?" Your squeaky voice is impossibly needy and pathetic.

"Naw," he says, flicking the base of the butt plug again and making your hips jump. The plug was so comfortable that you'd already forgotten it was in there. "Gotta finish my route. Can't talk to customers with my face smellin' of pussy, ya know. I'm representin' the United States Postal Service out there."

"Oh, does the USPS regularly fuck its customers too?"

"Sure does, darlin'. Bends 'em over and gives it to 'em hard with the price hikes every year."

He roughly pulls you up and bends you over the sofa arm, positioning you like the personal little fuckdoll you are for him.

"Got the next best thing though." He slips on a tiny purple fingertip vibe, your free gift from the toy company for such a large order. With such thick fingers, it looks like he's wearing an upside-down Ring Pop. It gives a loud rumble when he switches it on, and he laughs as he tugs his shorts down over his thighs. "Cheap ass shit. Hope the battery lasts. But it don't take you long anyway, right sweetheart?" He reaches around your hips, lifts your sundress and presses the vibe straight on your bare clit without any preamble, and your hips slam backwards into his crotch as you scream again, his cock jostling the base of the butt plug and sending shockwaves both up and down your core at the same time.

"Yeah. Thought so."

Amid the mixed sensations suddenly comes a new one: the thick head of his cock slipping into your cunt as he swirls the vibe around your clit, not letting it rest in any one spot long enough for your liking.

"… Wait! No condom?"

"Naw. You're on the pill, right?" He doesn't wait for your answer, as if he already knows.

Normally you don't enjoy this position but you're too far gone now, pushing your hips back and encouraging him deeper in, more than wet enough from all the playing to take him in.

"Greedy little slut, ain't ya?" He feeds you another inch, pauses, then another, torturously slow as you stretch around his thickness. "Tight little snatch feels so good. Miz Perkins with the big tits probably don't feel this sweet." Joel demeaning your husband like this and throwing the adultery in your face should make you mad -- at both of them -- but it only turns you on more, beads of sweat dripping down your spine as he slides all the way in to the hilt, giving you a few moments of grace to adjust to the size of him.

One strap falls down your shoulder, letting your tit pop out of your sundress and he palms it roughly, giving it an exploratory squeeze. The finger vibe is still buzzing and he swipes it across your nipple, the nubby texture chafing just before the point of pain. "Nice. You like that? Let's add somethin'."

Mentholated 'arousal balm' was another of your free gifts, and not something you'd ever thought to try. Joel twists open the little tin and dips the finger vibe in it.

"That smells strong, do we have to?" Wooziness hits you as the peppermint smell goes straight up your nostrils.

"Like I said, baby, gotta make sure everythin' works. Else I gotta do a return," chides Joel, tossing the tiny tin on the floor. You watch it roll under the baseboard heater as he grabs your hips roughly and repositions you. "Real fucking pain, returns. Lotsa paperwork."

He brings the now-mentholated finger vibe back to your clit, and two seconds later it feels like your entire pussy is on fire.

Thank goodness he didn't put any on my a--

Joel moves the base of the butt plug aside and presses the finger vibe against your asshole.

The menthol soaks into your tender membranes and it's so, so cold and hot at the same time. Your brain melts along with it.

Everything is lit up now and you squirm as he slides his hardness back into your pussy and gives a few experimental thrusts. "Tight fuckin' snatch," he mutters, your walls clenching around him in time with his finger flicking at the plug, your entire lower half burning but not in a terrible way. "But could be tighter." He suddenly pulls his cock out and you whine, loudly and needily.

"Please, Joel."

"Please what, darlin'?"

"Put… put it back in? Please."

"All in good time. Gotta give those walls an extra little stamp."

You look over your shoulder to see him drizzling lube into the girth sleeve and slipping it onto his cock. He's already so thick that it's a tight fit, the soft tube slipping off a couple times before he finally stretches it enough so it can slide all the way on, pulling it down so his large head pokes out of the top. You clench involuntarily.

"Umm. That's not gonna fit."

"Sure it will, honey," he drawls. "Didn't think you could take that pretty little pink plug, right? And look at ya now."

He's got a point.

"Gonna stuff that little slot full to the brim and turn ya into a size queen. Open wide, baby."

He's merciless as he slides back inside, at a curved angle since you're turned slightly to brace both your hands against the back of the sofa. The extender is smooth and feels just like his skin, and you're powerless to resist the incredible feeling of the extra width. He was exactly right: you felt full. With the thick pressure in your cunt pushing against the plug in your ass, you felt more stuffed than you ever had in your life, and what's more your pussy is still burning from the menthol balm. It was overwhelming but also glorious. In that second you knew it would be impossible not to think of Joel next time your husband fucked you, even if he wore this toy. Stupid sexy blackmailing mailman.

Baby animals had more stability in their legs than you do right now, your thighs spasming uncontrollably as Joel palms the vibe around your clit while holding almost half your waist in the span of his other large paw. He fucks into you hard from behind until you're so close to coming you can taste it. With the extender, his cock is hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know you had. A heavy chain pops out of the neck of his polo shirt and hits your nape with a loud clank as he slams into you from behind, the cheap poly-rayon blend of his polo shirt chafing your shoulders in a delicious burn as his chest presses close against your back and his hips smack against your ass, jostling the butt plug with every thrust.

whirrrrrr goes the finger vibe as the tiny cheap battery dies, and he slaps your clit hard with the vibe one, two, three times and you come, yelling for the nth time since he left his bootprints on your welcome mat that morning. His grunts are loud and lewd as he fucks you through it, easing up only to make his thrusts shallower so he can reach a hand between you and gently pull out the butt plug with a little 'pop'. He tosses it and the finger vibe onto your pristine off-white carpet, not even bothering to aim for the opened box on the coffee table.

"So fuckin' tight," he wheezes hoarsely, "I gotta extra big load for ya," and he presses his hips so hard against your ass that you almost fall over the sofa arm, his voice faltering as he groans and you feel hot spurts of his come coating the inside of your pussy, as deep as he can put it.

You slump forward onto the sofa and he pulls out, both of you heaving. The fiery balm has mellowed to a gentle tingle and your core is pleasantly warm. Stretched out. Fucked out.

"Welp, gotta get back to my route." It's been only a minute and his matter-of-fact conversational tone has already returned. You peer over your shoulder and watch him pull his shorts back on, rolling up the hems and slicking his belt back into the loops, tucking his polo shirt back in with practiced efficiency.

"Will I see you again?" You hate how pathetic you sound, and you must be a real sight too, half naked with a sweaty rolled-up sundress stuck to your back, your ass still up in the air like you're waiting for him to stick it right back in and rail you again immediately.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be seein' each other again real soon," he says smoothly.

As you stand up, knees a little weak, a drop of cum drips down your thighs. "Glad I'm on the pill," you mutter to yourself as you pat down your wrinkled sundress and pause at the mess of packaging and boxes littering your sitting room.

"About that, darlin'." Joel smiles, pausing by your front door. "Miz Perkins over on Pine Street orders sugar pills and well, you know, packages get mixed up sometimes on the route. Might wanna check you got the right pills."

Joel slams the door and the mail slot squeaks rhythmically as you stand there, horrified, listening to him whistle a jaunty tune as he walks down your driveway and back to his mail route.

[joyful-writings]

❀ use your voice

park sunghoon x fem!reader

word count: 369 synopsis: your quiet boyfriend loves your voice, and he wants to hear all your little noises as he fucks you (pwp... who's surprised y'all) warnings: SMUT (🔞MINORS DNI🔞), good ole p-in-v sex (protection isn't mentioned, but you should most definitely use protection at all times), hard sex but it isn't rough, allusions to overstimulation, crying but they aren't sad tears, sunghoon calls the reader "good girl" "sweetheart" and "baby", sunghoon wants you to beg for him :( a/n: i'm not dead!!! except i kinda am!!!

You were generally quiet. One to speak when spoken to during social events; never caught initiating conversations with strangers.

Of course, there were some exceptions. Particular prompts turned your mouth into a motor— TV shows, music, books, and other miscellaneous interests.

Your boyfriend also knew how to rev you up. He was one of your closest confidants, after all. And, although he wasn't much of a talker either, he knew which buttons to push to elicit detailed responses.

"Tell me all about your day today."

"Hey, did you catch up on that show?"

"I listened to that album you told me about..."

Even if it wasn't a common interest, he loved hearing you go on and on and on. Listening to your dramatic gasps, disappointed sighs, and excited giggles made him happy.

Timid questions.

Breathy moans.

Pitiful whines.

Thoughtless pleas.

Every sound of yours was a beautiful melody to him...

"Sunghoon!" You gripped his shoulders, trying not to dig your nails into his skin.

Your boyfriend didn't respond, soaking in your noises— squeaks, squeals, hiccups. His hips just slammed into yours faster, harsher. Your cunt could only suck him in deeper.

"Oh my god! P-Please-!"

Sunghoon finally replied, "Please what, sweetheart? Tell me."

"Feels so good-!" You cut yourself off, panting heavily while you felt yourself clenching. You were so close anything would set you off.

"Beg some more, baby. Beg me."

"Can't, Hoonie! Gotta cum!"

Your boyfriend maintained his speed, bringing a hand down so his fingers could pinch and play with your clit. You swore you couldn't see anything— only white —but maybe your eyes were closed too tight.

Loud, broken moans and high-pitched whines released from your throat, ringing in the air until Sunghoon chose to swallow them.

"Such a good girl," Sunghoon cooed when he pulled away, sweeping stray hairs from your face. "But you didn't beg, sweetheart. We'll have to go again."

Tears spilled at the thought. Of course, you weren't truly opposed to the act. You knew the overstimulation would be wonderful torture.

Your boyfriend wiped your crocodile tears, smothering your face with tender kisses. His next words were lightly laced with threats, almost defying his skinship:

"Don't forget to use your voice.”

a/n: hi. i know, i know... i share these plans and ideas and whatever with you all, and then i never do anything. terrible, terrible. but i am so awfully lethargic when i'm not working that it isn't funny (it's hilarious). it's been almost seven months, and i'm still figuring out my work/life balance. that being said, i have one day a month where i'm totally home alone. on that singular day, as long as i have no other plans, i will try to write. i still have ideas and things going on in my head, and i've been expressing them (via c.ai, but still... it gets the creative juices flowing). there's this big story i've been working on for a few months now. i'm trying to make sure it's perfect for y'all. i will not disappoint.

for now, though, enjoy this smaller story 💜 and happy kinktober and all that lol

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Maybe a cute scenario with 2007 Donnie where the Reader calls his phone line often for help with her work computer. Donnie is annoyed at first but comes to enjoy their chats. What Donnie doesn't know is Reader calls him cause they think Donnies voice is attractive lol

The Attractive Voice: part 1 (Fluff)

2007!Donatello x reader

Part 2 (18+), Part 3 (Angst?/Fluff)

A/N: I honestly had to hold myself back from making this an 18+😂 I kept myself in check while watching the Danish Melodi Grand Prix. Anyway, hope you enjoy💜

Warnings: None💜

It had started very innocently enough, with just one call to Donatello’s Tech Support. You could no longer remember what the problem with your computer was, but that you had tried everything you could think of, leading you to your last option - calling Donatello’s Tech Support after seeing a small ad in the newspaper. Why you even were reading a newspaper was a mystery to you. But the moment you heard Donatello’s voice through the phone, all of that was forgotten, and for a moment you forgot why you called in the first place.

“Hello, you’re talking to Donatello, your friendly IT tech support here to help you 24 hours a day. How can I help you?”, you heard on the other end of the phone, causing you to fall silent. Whoever this man was, he had one of the most attractive voices you had heard, and you once again forgot why you called in the first place, struggling to form a sentence while he waited patiently for you to speak, answering politely when you finally managed to tell him about the problem with your computer.

The next few weeks, you couldn’t stop thinking about Donatello’s voice, and how nice and friendly he had been to you. He really did live up to his “friendly IT tech support” label. It was calming to hear him talk, and you had found your cheeks heating up whenever you thought back to your conversation. Not that there had been anything flirtatious about it. No, it had been very respectful and professional from Donatello’s side, yet you could not stop the feeling of butterflies that erupted in your stomach whenever you thought of it. And soon, you found the urge to call him again, hoping that your computer would break down in some way, giving you an excuse to call him for help.

You ended up calling him those few weeks later, telling him your computer had started to run slower than before. And once again, Donatello was helpful and friendly, his calming voice sounding sweet in your ear as you enjoyed every minute of the call with the stranger, whose face you didn't even know.

Days later you found that it happened again. You wanted to call Donatello again, turning your computer over, looking for a problem. You then called him again, settling on the sound of it. It was becoming too loud. And Donatello helped you once again, staying friendly and professional, even if he sounded a little tired.

You continued to do this, looking your computer over for problems you could call Donatello about, until you could no longer find any problems, and instead making them up as an excuse, enjoying the sound of Donatello’s voice as he spoke.

What you did not know was that on the other end, Donatello was growing quite irritated. Though he made a point out of not showing it in his voice, he would start to rub his temples and take deep breaths in order to calm himself whenever you called. Until one call in particular.

Seeing your number pop up once more, Donnie braced himself for what was coming as he pressed the answering button. Another cracked or frozen screen? A password that wouldn’t work? A stuck key? Augh, why didn’t you just get a new computer?!

“Hello, you’re talking to Donatello, your friendly IT tech support here to help you 24 hours a day. How can I help you?”, he said, as if he hadn’t been talking to you several times before.

“Hey, Donnie”, you said, using his nickname for the first time, causing him to freeze in his seat. “It’s (Y/N). How has your day been?”

“It has been pretty good”, Donnie said, still somewhat shocked by your casual approach. You had never spoken to him like that before. “H- how about you, (Y/N)?” Donnie had to admit, it felt nice to say your name, like you were a friend to him. Someone he had known for a long time.

“It has been good, but my computer keeps messing up. Can you help me?”

“Of course I can. What’s the problem?”

And so it continued. You would call Donnie almost everyday with some sort of computer related problems, adding in a little bit of small talk. Donnie found that after your conversations had turned more casual, that he started enjoying talking to you, even if your computer was the biggest mess he had ever encountered. He learned about your daily life, school, family and work. You in turn learned a little bit about his brothers and some of his past time activities, which pretty much also consisted of computers. You had to admit that he was an interesting if not a little strange fellow, but that didn’t stop you from talking to him.

One day you called a little later than usual, causing Donnie to worry for a moment. In that time he even managed to worry that he had scared you away, feeling a sense of sadness at the thought. He had really started enjoying talking to you, so the thought of you not calling anymore was not a welcomed one. But then your number came up, and Donnie was quick to answer, ignoring the others that had been in line before you. They could wait.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”, Donnie said with a smile as he picked up. “I was just about to think you wouldn’t call today. You had me fearing there for a moment”.

You laughing on the other end caused his heart to skip a beat. It wasn’t often that he got to hear you laugh like that, but when he did, he found that it was absolutely worth it.

“I’m sorry, Donnie”, you said, your laughter still clear. “I was a little busy today. You know, family and all that”.

“I know it all too well”, Donnie smiled, looking off to the mess Mikey had left around the living area. “But what can I help you with today?”

“It’s not a big problem today”, you said. “It’s just the screen settings that are bugging me, and I have a hard time figuring out how I change it. It would be nice if you could help me, if it’s not too big of a problem”.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to have someone friendly to talk to, even if they keep making up problems about their computer in order to talk to me”, Donnie said at the end of the line.

You made a small sound as you pressed your lips together, your cheeks flushing red. You hoped that Donnie didn’t hear it, but of course he did. Donnie always heard everything, even the smallest of sounds. Like the time you stubbed your toe against the dresser with him on the phone, making him chuckle when he realized you were nowhere near your computer. That was probably the day he realized that you did not call because of your computer.

“I’m not doing that”, you said, trying your best not to sound flustered on your end.

“(Y/N)”, Donnie said, a smile clear in his voice. “With all the problems your computer is having, I’m surprised it would still be running. But it’s okay. Like I said, I like talking to you”.

“Okay”, you sighed, giving up the act. “My computer is working perfectly fine. I just… really enjoy talking to you”.

Donnie laughed on the other end, making a blush spread over your cheek. You were so happy that he couldn’t see you right now. “It’s just your luck, because I enjoy talking to you too. But I think it’s better if we do it over my personal phone instead of my work phone… and outside of work hours”.

“But don’t you work 24 hours a day?”, you asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve been thinking about cutting down quite a bit”, he answered. “The 24 hours are more draining than I first thought they would be”.

“That sounds like a good idea”, you smiled, getting more comfortable in your seat on the couch. “Sooo, Donnie. What did you say your number was?”

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics that involve characters using sign language as requested in this ask. You can find my other fic recs here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

💜 All About Us by LHStylinson

(G, 137k, kid fic) Throughout the night and protests from their daughter, Louis and Harry reminisce about how they met and overtime share their story with the boy that seems to look at their daughter the same way Louis once and still looks at Harry.

💜 All Your Dreams Are On Their Way by @1diamondinthesun

(NR, 73k, Caribbean) Louis Tomlinson is a grieving author with a deadline. Harry Styles is afraid to realize his potential. The Caribbean is the perfect place to dream bigger.

💜 Shout It From The Rooftops by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(M, 70k, PTSD) Plagued by memories of the worst day of his life, Louis Tomlinson feels like he’s constantly living in darkness. Harry Styles might just be the person to bring him back to the light.

💜 Dog got your Tongue? by seducedbycurls

(NR, 50k, dog walker Louis) Person a spills coffee on person b when they trip AU

💜 Two Hearts Drawn Together by Chelsea Frew / @chelsea-frew

(E, 46k, famous/not famous) Louis Tomlinson is 1/3 of a world-famous boy band. Harry Styles is a deaf university student. When they meet each other at a book signing, they experience an instant connection.

💜 It Feels Different When You’re With Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 45k, deaf Louis) Harry fell in love with sign language as a kid. He never imagined the first love of his life would lead him straight to his second.

💜 You Came Just Like A Flower In My Darkest Hour by graceling_in_a_suit

(T, 44k, fantasy) Harry had spent a thousand years as the king of a false kingdom, no one but his empty-minded subjects to distract him from his loneliness. Then, he saw a stranger in a mirror to another world. 

💜 Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2

(M, 38k, omegaverse) the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

💜 Stargazer Louis by thecheshirepussycat / @the-cheshire-pussy-cat

(T, 36k, high school) Louis has been deaf ever since a he was a little kid. Some of his only comforts now are the colors and fragrances of flowers. Harry could care less about flowers and prefers the beautiful melodies of his music. 

💜 A Life Turned Upside Down by Chelsea Frew /  @chelsea-frew

(E, 29k, exes) Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were madly in love from the moment they met. Their contracts would not, however, allow them to publicly announce their love. Forced to take part in stunts, they persevered. Until one stunt became too much, and Harry left.

💜 Is it a sign? by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(E, 25k, omegaverse)  the one where Harry meets a certain handsome alpha at his sister's wedding and learns that speaking verbally doesn't have to be the only means of communication.

💜 Whipped Cream by @writingstylinson

(T, 24k, pining) Harry is a deaf photographer in charge of taking Lottie's wedding pictures. Louis is determined for Harry to be his plus one.

💜 Don't Act Like It's a Bad Thing to Fall in Love by nightwideopen / @themarshalstale

(G, 23k, high school) Louis was born blind, completely blind, leaving him with nothing but the absolute blackness that his lack of vision produces. Harry, on the other hand, is deaf. No sound can be registered by the two tiny ears his rowdy, chocolate curls obscure so well.

💜 Never Too Late by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(M, 18k, kid fic) Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn't over.

💜 Worth a Thousand Words by TheIfInLife / @larryismyotpuniverse

(NR, 7k, high school) Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard.

💜 Fingers Crossed by Moriartied

(T, 5k, uni) Harry's been deaf since he was born. Louis is newly graduated after studying sign language, and Harry hires him to translate for all the classes he'll be attending.

💜 The power of Silence by WordsOfHeart

(T, 1k, mpreg) an AU where Harry is mute and pregnant and Louis is the best boyfriend he could possibly be.

💜 My Hands, Your Hands by croisblue / @forwhatiam

(G, 1k, canon divergence) It was something of a joke within Louis’ fandom that he never carried his own luggage. The theories were never too serious, mostly leaning towards him being too much of a princess to do it himself.

- Rare Pairs -

💜 say it out loud by ieatravioli

(M, 25k, Zayn/Liam) Liam has a younger sister who is deaf and he meets Zayn; an alumni from his sister's school. Zayn has just found out that he's qualified to receive a Cochlear implant and decides to go through with the procedure.

💜 Whiteboard by lostinsanity

(T, 5k, Zayn/Niall) Niall’s a musician, Zayn’s an artist. Music and art are their lives, respectively. And the story shouldn't be much more complicated from there. But it is, because Zayn is deaf.

[leenathegreengirl]

The girls are calling...

Hey everyone! 🌟 So I’ve been thinking about how fun it is when you get to know someone so well that you start recognizing their voice like a little soundtrack in your life. I finally put together a video that captures the essence of what my friends sound like, and I just had to share it with you all! 💫

Nice to meet ya... || Kayden || Chori || Aiko || Nez || Mae (& sister Caitria) || Marina || Perdita || Kahrin || Sylvie || Lilly & Daughter JJ

First off, Kayden my twin, has a similar sound to me, but her voice is way softer, more subdued. You can hear the calm in her , like a gentle breeze on a quiet day. 🌬️

Chori—OH MY GOSH—her voice is like a bundle of energy wrapped in sparkles! ✨ Every time she speaks, it’s like a burst of sunshine. If anyone can get you pumped about anything, it’s definitely her. 😆💖

Now, Aiko is the quiet one, but her voice? It's so collected, you could listen to her all day and still be at peace. 😌

Then there’s Nez—can we talk about how classy she sounds? Like, seriously, her voice is like a glass of champagne, smooth, elegant, and just... so refined. 😌✨ I always feel like I should be holding a fancy drink when I talk to her.

And then there’s Mae—her accent? I swear it’s like honey dripping from the sweetest tree, with that playful little drawl she’s got. 💛 Every time she talks, it’s like she’s wrapping you in a warm hug!

Marina has this quiet voice with a thick accent that almost feels like it’s wrapped in soft blankets—there’s something warm and comforting about it. It’s got that rhythm, with lilting rises and falls that make you want to lean in just to hear more.

Perdita—her voice? It’s got this husky tone that makes everything she says feel like it's a wisdom filled mystery. But the best part is the candor in her words—she says things with such honesty that it’s like you can’t help but trust her completely. 💬

Sylvie... Oh my god, Sylvie’s voice is like something out of an old black-and-white film—so smooth, so cinematic. And when she sings? It's like she’s got the world’s most beautiful melody just waiting to escape. 🎶

And of course, we can’t forget about Kahrin. Her voice? Fabulous. Like, fabulous in all caps. She speaks with so much confidence, you can practically hear the ease in her words. ✨💁🏽‍♀️

Finally there’s Lilly—her thick mother tongue is just so charming. Every word she says feels like it carries a little piece of her heart with it. 💖

I hope this video gives you all a little peek into their vibes, because trust me, it’s just as fun as it sounds (and maybe a little more chaotic—LOL). Enjoy! 💕👂

[Video by @legacygirlingreen]

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[candiedcoffeedrops]

Mine

Notes: Right so, I haven't written smut in over half a decade so I'm most definitely a bit rusty.😅 I welcome constructive criticism but please be gentle lol I worked really hard on this. Wrote this for the Sexy Ikemen Summer Event! Also, sorry for the word count. I don't know how to not write a lot.

I also had no beta for this, I did what I could.💜

Prompt: At Someone's Summer Wedding.

Pairing: Ring Schwarz x Reader

Word Count: 3,662

Tags: NSFW - Minors DNI!, Jealousy, Biting and a lot of it, Established relationship, Fingering, Vaginal sex, Female/AFAB reader, Likely OOC as the characters in this are not on EN and I only have so much access to them, I didn't know how to end it so I just...did.

The wedding reception was in full swing, the mansion’s grand ballroom alight with laughter, music, and the soft clinking of champagne flutes. You stood near the edge of the crowd, your hand curled around a flute of your own as you surveyed the room. The bride and groom were off somewhere, speaking with friends or family, and the guests were dressed to the nines in their finery. The scent of hot, savory food mingled with various expensive perfumes and colognes, creating a cloying cloud in the air as you slowly walked around.

You spotted Ring and Nica speaking off to the side, both twins dressed in perfectly tailored white suits, the lapels of their blazers adorned with golden Vogel pins. A smile curled your lips. Both of them looked handsome, of course, but your eyes were drawn to Ring specifically. He cleaned up so nicely. The members of Vogel always looked put together, but Ring was something else when he dressed up. Taking a sip, you watched as your sweetheart chatted with his older twin, the latter giving a half shrug to something said, the rings on his fingers glinting in the light.

The three of you had attended this wedding with the intent of gathering intelligence for Darius, who had remained at headquarters to address other matters. Your efforts had been fruitless, and during a brief meeting with Ring, you learned he had also come up empty-handed. Nica, ever the charmer, had been surrounded by a throng of guests, leaving the success of the evening squarely in his hands.

As their eyes met yours, a smirk played on Nica’s lips, while Ring offered a subtle nod. Nica turned, murmuring something to his brother before striding toward you with one of his trademark, easy smiles.

“I’ve uncovered a few minor leads, nothing groundbreaking. I’ll have to debrief Dari later, but for now,” he spread his arms wide before clapping them together, “I’d say we’re officially off duty. Might as well enjoy the festivities, right?”

“Fair enough. I’m unsure how long Ring and I will stick around, though.” You took another sip as you glanced around the room. So many people—and you could already feel the exhaustion from the small talk and mingling. It wouldn’t be long until you’d want to go home and recharge, and you knew Ring would agree.

“Oh, you two should at least dance.” He paused as his eyes darted to the side before a grin spread on his face, “In fact, before you get caught up with each other for the night, how about one for your second-favorite Schwarz twin?” He smoothly plucked the champagne flute from your hand, setting it on the tray of a passing waiter, then slinging an arm around your shoulder as he gently but firmly led you out to the dance floor.

“I…suppose,” you said slowly, watching the waiter carry your champagne flute, along with many others, away with a furrow of confusion on your brow.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

As the strains of a new melody filled the air, Nica led you in a dance, his movements fluid and graceful as you followed. He guided you across the dance floor with effortless confidence, his hand resting lightly at your waist, the other gently holding your wrist, careful not to activate his curse. The ballroom was a swirl of color and motion, the other guests dancing around you, but Nica kept your attention with his lighthearted banter and teasing comments.

Just as you began to wonder if the song would ever end, the final notes faded away. Nica released you with a flourish, stepping back and bowing slightly, ever the gentleman. He thanked you politely for indulging him and suggested the two of you go find Ring.

Thankfully, he was in the same place that Nica had left him so it didn’t take long to find him, but when you did, you noticed something was off.

Ring’s gaze was fixed on the two of you, his lips pressed slightly, posture stiff as he fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve before crossing his arms over his chest, not having his usual longsword to rest his hand on. When he made eye contact with you, he averted his eyes, brilliant blue now turned toward his twin. You frowned. Something was wrong.

“There you are!” Nica greeted jovially with a hand wave, either unaware of or deliberately ignoring Ring’s mood.

“Nica,” Ring spoke softly, his brow furrowed, lips pressed in a slight pout. Before he could say anything else, Nica cut in again. 

“There we go, the two of you are reunited.” He gently nudged you toward his younger twin before turning and walking in the opposite direction. “Enjoy yourselves, yeah? I have a pretty little thing waiting for me. Don’t wait up.” He cast a smile over his shoulder at Ring, and you heard a soft huff from your lover, who was now beside you.

You watched Nica retreat, swallowed by the crowd and not a moment later you turned toward Ring. He continued to avoid eye contact, so you gently brushed your fingers against the back of his hand. His eyes, blue like porcelain painter’s ink, returned to you for a moment, pink dusting across his cheeks as his lips pressed into another small pout, but he did take your hand, fingers loosely lacing with yours.

“Ring? What’s the matter?”

His eyes narrowed slightly and at first, he didn’t answer but after you gently pressed, his lips set in a thin line before he said, “I…would like to spend time with you.” His voice was low, hesitant.

An unsure smile spread across your lips as you gently grabbed his hand, giving a tug toward the dance floor. “Alright then. Why don’t we dance for a bit and then—” He stepped closer to you, his forehead nearly touching yours as he pressed a slender finger to your lips.

You saw his throat move as he swallowed. “Alone.” He added, his tone soft but edged with urgency, his eyes showing their normal determination mixed with need as they locked onto yours. 

You nodded, your heart fluttering as he led you away from the bustling dance floor, through the throngs of guests, and easily past rather lax security. He didn’t speak, his grip tightening slightly as he navigated the grand hallways of the mansion, passing glittering chandeliers and priceless art until he found an empty room, the door slightly ajar.

It was a bedroom, the only light filtering in from the moon outside the tall narrow windows. The large bed was dressed in richly colored fabrics and a thick canopy. The room was decently furnished but sparsely decorated—likely a guest room. Here, the music was much fainter, and the din of conversation from the party dulled, the sounds much easier to ignore from this distance. Ring closed the door behind him with his free hand, the other still holding yours. The sounds from the reception almost completely disappeared with the motion, leaving the two of you in near silence.

As soon as the door softly clicked shut, Ring locked it and tugged on your hand, pulling you into him. His arms slid around your waist in a tight hug, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck. You returned the hug, your arms circling him. You hummed contentedly as you relaxed with him. Today had been long and socially taxing, so perhaps he had just wanted to get away and be alone for a while. That would be just like him, and very sweet.

He inhaled before softly exhaling through his mouth, his breath warm on your skin. “Ah…mine,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff right below your ear before he nipped at the tender flesh. 

“Ring?” You whispered his name, hoping he'd give some clue for his change in demeanor. You heard a low hum from him in response, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck as he began to kiss and nibble, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. 

“Are you alright?” You asked slowly, gauging his reaction. He said nothing, continuing along the line of your neck.

His lips ghosted over your pulse point before he bit down, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise that would linger for days. You let out a shaky gasp, your grip on him tightening. He ran his tongue over the spot, soothing the sting before doing it again, and again, painting a collection of dark petals along the column of your neck and throat. Your head lolled back, allowing him better access as he drew more gasps and soft moans from your lips. The room spun and your knees felt wobbly, but his arms held onto you, his embrace a steel cage wrapped in white.

Normally he was so shy and reserved, with you taking the lead on many of your romantic entanglements, so the feeling of him being so assertive with you in this moment was heady. That said, you still had no idea where this had come from. Moments ago he had been in an obviously dour mood, and now he was showering your neck with kisses and bruises. You tried to piece together what could’ve caused this while he continued his ministrations on your neck, noting that he didn’t drink during the reception and you had spent plenty of time with him that day.

Was it your dance with Nica? That had to be it, right? It was the only thing you could think of that would’ve dampened his spirits so quickly. If that’s the case, you were seeing your lover jealous for the first time since you’d gotten together. 

“My love,” your voice was breathy, a small moan escaping your lips upon feeling him nip at another particularly sensitive spot as your fingers dug into the smooth fabric of his blazer. Still, you continued, wanting him to confirm your suspicions. “What’s gotten into you?” 

Ring’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, his grip firm but not painful as he lifted his face to meet your gaze. Even in the silvery moonlight, you could tell his cheeks were ablaze. His pupils were dilated, eyes half-lidded. His eyes searched yours for a moment before he leaned in and claimed your mouth in a fiercely passionate kiss. It was as if he were trying to swallow you whole. You moaned into his mouth and he responded in kind, his teeth scraping against your lower lip before his tongue slipped past your lips, sliding against yours. It was the kind of kiss that stole your breath, that left you feeling like you were falling into a bottomless abyss, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you liked it. You liked it a lot.

You lowered your head to return some of the favor to his neck, nipping little gasps and sighs from him as he tugged impatiently at the ties of your dress. The fabric loosened with each pull until it slithered to the floor in a heap around you leaving you in only your underwear. He shrugged off his blazer before bending slightly at the knees to scoop you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands hooked under your thighs. He was already hard, his erection pressing against you as he carried you to the bed with only a few strides from his long legs. The anticipation gave you goosebumps, your core already throbbing with need. He set you down on the cool, soft comforter and began quickly removing his clothes, tossing them…somewhere before climbing over you. His weight pushed down on the mattress as he slotted his flushed, sculpted body between your legs.

Ring peered down at you, his expression akin to that of a bird of prey– focused, intense, and so hungry. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that left you panting and clutching at his shoulders. His tongue explored your mouth with a fervor that had you arching up against him, eager for more as you felt him roll his body against yours. A groan sounded from his throat, his erection nudging against your clothed folds, and you spread your legs wider, welcoming the pressure.

He broke away from your mouth and began leaving open-mouth kisses down your neck before reaching your breasts, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh there before taking a nipple into his mouth, while his hand kneaded the other. His tongue lapped over the hardened flesh before his teeth bit down– gently, but enough for you to cry out his name, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging enough to elicit a moan as he switched his ministrations to the other. You felt him panting through his nose against your heated skin and you whined. 

You still hadn’t gotten your answer from him as to why he had started acting like this, but you found it harder and harder to care as he did what he was doing. Your core continued to throb and you knew you were already soaked. You bucked your hips against him, causing him to hiss a swear in German. “More,” you pleaded, to which he huffed against your skin and hummed affirmatively. 

His lips traveled further downward, delivering the same treatment to your abdomen as he had given to your neck and chest, biting at the sensitive skin below your belly button, his fingers sliding up your thigh to hook his fingers around your panties, yanking them down your legs. He cast another glance up at your face before returning his attention to your body. 

“Mine,” he said again. Despite being deep in a pleasure-induced haze, you still caught it. 

“What do you mea-Ah!” You tried to get him to elaborate but were cut off when you felt him tease your folds with his fingers. His other hand pressed your legs further apart as he left a dark bruise on your inner thigh with his teeth, lapping at the mark with his tongue to soothe the sting. His middle and ring fingers, long and callused like a soldier's, entered you and began moving slowly. 

“Say you’re mine.” His voice was low, his fingers continuing their slow movement as he moved his mouth closer to the apex of your thighs but still keeping them too far away from where you so badly needed him to be. “I…need to hear you say it.” 

The words are torn from your chest, a declaration that echoes through the room. "I'm yours, Ring." It's a surrender, a vow, and a plea all rolled into one as you raised your hips to meet his hand, urging him to go faster and let you feel his mouth on you.

His mouth was on you in an instant, immediately finding your sensitive bud and giving it a long, deliberate lick before setting a steady pace. A strangled, relieved cry of his name left your lips, your fingers once again finding their way to his hair, pressing his face closer to you. That’s when the most sinful growl came from his throat, causing your face to flush even further. His mouth worked on you even faster, alternating between licks and sucks to your clit, his fingers thrusting into you in tandem.

You writhed against him, gripping his hair and the plush comforter beneath you for dear life. The tension in your body grew tauter with every stroke of his tongue, every press of his fingers, and your legs found themselves wrapped around his head earning another groan from him. It felt like you were balancing on the edge of a cliff. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra as you neared closer and closer to coming undone under his mouth. Just one more little push. Just a bit longer. 

And then you fell.

The orgasm rushed through you like electricity, stealing your breath and sending spasms through your body. Your fingers gripped his hair tighter, your hips jerking against his mouth as a loud uneven cry ripped from your throat. Ring’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched your climax, his tongue stroking you through the aftershocks, his fingers still buried deep inside you. He didn’t stop until you were trembling and gasping for air, your legs loosening their hold around his neck.

Ring crawled back over you and kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of your arousal with you before sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. His gaze never left yours, his actions sending a thrill through your body, your core still pulsing despite still floating down from the high he had just given you.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he positioned himself at your entrance, slicking his cock with your wetness. You nodded, your eyes glazed over with desire as you felt him push inside you with a breathy moan, filling you up in one long, slow stroke. “And I want everyone to know it.”

With that, he began to rock into you. You could feel every inch of him filling you completely as he claimed you over and over again, and it was exquisite. Needy moans from your throat mingled with the sound of his hips snapping against yours and your name falling from his lips between pants and groans. Your arms snaked around his back, grasping onto him for dear life. His back muscles flexed under your hands with every thrust. 

His eyes traveled down to your neck and a pleased smirk spread his lips. “Ah…” He let out a mix between a chuckle and a pant against your neck, “You look so pretty with my marks on your skin.” 

He bent his head down to kiss and lick the marks he’d left behind, his tongue tracing the path of your racing pulse. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pumped into you, his teeth grazing your neck and leaving another bruise in their wake. You could feel familiar tension well up within you again as he moved into you and your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.

The motion made his breath hitch, a loud moan leaving his lips as he locked his eyes with yours again. “Ha…you’re close.” His voice was thick with need. 

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you felt your body tightening around him. 

“I am too…you feel so good.” 

The words were barely out of his mouth before he buried his face in your neck, his teeth finding purchase as he bit down. You screamed out his name, your body tightening around him as you climaxed. The world spun in a blur of pleasure as you felt your core contract around his length, sending waves of heat through your body. Ring’s hands slid under your back, lifting you closer to him as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release, his breaths hot and desperate against your skin.

Not long after, Ring’s body tensed, his hips jerking before pressing against yours as he emptied himself inside you with a deep groan. Feeling like your limbs were made of liquid, your legs unwrapped from his waist as he pulled out slowly, his lips leaving tired, sweet kisses on your collarbone and the hollow of your throat as he caught his breath. He stayed on top of you for a moment while you lazily traced patterns over his spine and shoulderblades with your fingertips. 

When he rolled off of you, his arms found their way around your waist, his eyes closed for a moment before he slowly opened them, immediately glancing at the marks on your neck before a blush reddened his cheeks.

“Still shy after that performance?” You teased, tiredness lacing your voice as you reached out and stroked his cheek with your knuckles. He huffed, muttering something in German under his breath while you giggled with a grin. 

A comfortable silence passed over the two of you while you continued to catch your breath. While you had a moment you decided to voice your earlier theory to him.

“Ring?”

He hummed, his hand moving to rest on your ribcage, his thumb gently rubbing over it.

“Was all of this because you got jealous of me dancing with Nica?”

You felt his thumb stop, and his eyebrows raised a touch, his lips tucked around his teeth before he sighed.

“Nica is…charming. He’s intelligent and knows how to read and talk to people. I don’t. He has a lot of things that I am missing.” He paused, his brow furrowing, lips set in a slight pout as he averted his eyes. “When I saw you two, I was afraid that…maybe someday you’d think I’m not enough for you.”

“Oh, Ring,” your brows uplifted in worry as you cupped his cheek. 

He grabbed your wrist with a gentle hold, pressing a kiss to your palm and then each of your fingertips. “Still, I…” his face flushed with a deeper, familiar red as he stuttered, glancing at your neck again before settling back on your face, “I shouldn’t have-have mauled you like that. I got carried away.” 

You chuckled, causing his eyes widening slightly as he blinked at you. “Did you hear me complain even once?”

He pursed his lips trying to fight a bashful smile that threatened to lift his lips, his cheeks and ears darkening as he buried his face in your neck beneath your chin to hide himself. 

“...N-no.” You heard his muffled reply from your neck, causing you to laugh again as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You will always be enough for me, my love. I’m yours and you’re mine. Never, ever doubt that.”

You felt him nuzzle his face into you before pressing another sweet kiss to the hollow of your throat. “Danke,” he said softly as his arms squeezed you slightly. 

@xxsycamore

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[frownyalfred]

i LOVED the new eye in the sky chap! of course, you have the soul-crushing rage-inducing angst pile on bruce's end, but i also really appreciated the duke-hal moment; he's so level-headed about the situation that you don't really build up too much stress over him, but then you brought in a different kind of heartbreak with the realization that he's been in this position enough times to know that the least provoking thing he can do is to do nothing at all.

and the FUTURESPEAKING jesus CHRIST �� it’s a different type, but your time manipulation fuckery is almost equally as hard to wrap your head around as the stuff in tenet (the nolan movie), it's genuinely so impressive. (sorry, i'm just gonna run my mouth here for a minute, but the idea really caught me and now i Have to share all my thoughts just to get them out of my brain, though i hope that you'll be generous enough to weigh in as well😅) i'd imagine that there's actually relatively very few people, in-universe, who can do this so that duke hears it correctly, because you have to be able to focus your mind and put enough intent into the idea that you're about to say something that it "registers" as the imminent future—which means that you have to, at the same time, be completely repressing your knowledge that you're NOT going to actually vocalize whatever it is, because that intention would obviously counteract the first. and THEN, to make what's already quite a tough mental exercise even more impressive, bruce is: thinking of a futurespeak-response, putting enough focus/intent behind it for that future to crystallize (and again, it's a double-headed task, because of the repression required as well), and then cutting that off in order to think of and say something completely different, *all in about just the same amount of time a normal person would take to respond naturally in a conversation.* (also, slightly less mind-boggling but still quite impressive to me and i want to give him his props: duke, in that last bit at the end at least, is maintaining both his awareness in the present and the mental effort of using his powers to see the future, in order to hear the exact same voice say two different things at the same time, and is able to not only maintain the background effort needed to hear both things, but is taking in enough detail to see/hear/notice "both" bruces' tone and body language. ...i mean, maybe that's not so impressive to people without auditory processing issues lmao, but as someone who's constantly asking people to repeat themselves, or really having to focus on the sounds when somebody's speaking to me, even in one-on-one conversations, it certainly impressed me!)

anyways, yeah, this just inspired a lot of interesting trains of thought for me and i wanted to share lol. your fics are always such great reads, can't wait for your next update! Hope you're well💜

Thank you so much!!!! You absolutely nailed what I was trying to get at with Duke’s powers. I really didn’t want over explain it and have people roll their eyes, but I also didn’t want to leave readers mystified as to what he was doing.

Duke and Bruce are supremely well matched in this fic for that reason among many others — Bruce has a freaky brain and understands time/intention well enough to be able to think, speak, and re-speak that quickly.

He can compartmentalize like no one else. I am not obviously that smart, but the way I thought about it was playing competing melodies on the piano with two different hands - once you find the rhythm, the way they work off each other, you can maintain both easily. Where they gap, where they overlap, where they compete for your attention.

Duke is good at glimpsing a few seconds forward/back but definitely not for long periods. Like Bruce said, he’s going to need help to train that and avoid burning himself out! Luckily he’s just listening and not double speaking like Bruce is.

Someone on ao3 left me this in the comment section and they’re so right lol:

I feel bad for Hal, just a little, just like Duke does. He was tortured by Kal essentially, and where he does want to hurt Bruce (a lot) there are still some lines he won’t cross. I don’t know if that makes him redeemable or just not entirely beyond redemption. I think Bruce seems to know this too — teasing him with that moral code he used to hold so tightly to.

It was definitely a fun space to play around in! Writing this fic is difficult for me (agh worldbuilding) but whenever I try I’m pleasantly surprised by how much fun I have. Thank you so much for reading!!

[lilithliliam]

Letters from your favourite boys💜

Warnings: possibility of getting too much happiness and cuteness,losing teeth from sweetness or getting a heart attack (This is a joke 🌚) Read at your own risk.

I decided that we could all use some warmth and happiness on these cold days. guess who cried in the part with Kakashi 🥲 Please don’t pay attention to the mistakes, if they are...

Uzui Tengen:

My Dearest [Y/N],

In the grand tapestry of life, your presence stands out like a dazzling thread of silk. Every step you take is a dance, and every word you speak is a melody that resonates in the chambers of my heart. My flamboyant exterior conceals a truth that only you can unveil—I am utterly and irrevocably captivated by you.

Your strength, your grace, and the radiance that emanates from your very being have ensnared my heart. The battles we've faced together have only deepened my admiration, and in the quiet moments between clashes, I've come to realize that my feelings extend beyond camaraderie.

I find myself yearning for the warmth of your smile, the sound of your laughter, and the shared silences that speak volumes. You are the jewel that adorns the crown of my existence, and I cannot keep these emotions concealed any longer.

With all the vibrancy and passion that defines me, I confess: I am in love with you.

Yours in flamboyant devotion,

Uzui Tengen

Kyojuro Rengoku:

My Beloved [Y/N],

As the flame that illuminates the darkest corners of my soul, you have become the guiding light of my existence. In your presence, I find warmth, purpose, and an intensity that transcends the battles we wage. Each day, my admiration for you grows, fueled by the embers of respect and the tender flames of affection.

Your beauty, both outward and inward, is a testament to the divine artistry that shaped you. The moments we share, be they in the midst of chaos or the calm after the storm, are etched into the fabric of my heart. It is in these moments that I have come to acknowledge a truth that cannot be denied.

My love for you is as unyielding as the fires I command. It burns with a fervor that surpasses the limitations of words. With this confession, I lay bare my heart, hoping that its flames may kindle a reciprocal warmth within yours.

Ever aflame with love,

Kyojuro Rengoku

Shota Aizawa:

To the One Who Occupies My Thoughts,

In the realm of logic and reason, emotions often find themselves discarded like outdated textbooks. Yet, against my better judgment, I find myself grappling with a truth that defies the constraints of rationale. It is a truth that demands acknowledgment, a silent whisper in the halls of my guarded heart.

Your resilience, your determination, and the quiet strength you exude have carved a niche within my stoic exterior. In your presence, the cacophony of the world softens to a gentle hum, and I am left with the undeniable realization—I have fallen in love with you.

I admire the way you face challenges head-on, your unwavering spirit, and the moments of vulnerability you entrust to the world. It is this mosaic of characteristics that has woven itself into the fabric of my affection.

So, with a vulnerability I seldom reveal, I confess: I am in love with you.

Guardedly Yours,

Shota Aizawa

Kakashi Hatake:

My Dearest [Y/N],

In the world of shadows and secrets, where emotions are often veiled by the mask of indifference, I find myself standing on the precipice of revelation. Your resilience, your kindness, and the quiet strength you carry have dismantled the barriers around my guarded heart.

In the moments of shared silence and the subtle nuances of your gestures, I've come to acknowledge a truth that eludes the pages of my stoic narrative—I am in love with you. Your presence is a balm to the wounds I never knew existed, and your laughter echoes in the chambers of my guarded soul.

As a man of few words, I express this truth with a simplicity that belies its depth: I love you. In the quiet realm of our shared understanding, I hope you discern the unspoken sentiments that bind my heart to yours.

Quietly Yours,

Kakashi Hatake

Itachi Uchiha:

My Beloved [Y/N],

In the labyrinth of shadows and redemption, your presence has been a beacon of light that cuts through the darkness. I find myself standing at the crossroads of duty and desire, and in the silence

that lingers between our shared glances, a profound truth takes shape—I am deeply, irrevocably in love with you.

The burdens of my past, the sins that stain my hands, and the responsibilities I bear have often overshadowed the tender emotions that have taken root in my heart. Your kindness, your understanding, and the warmth of your gaze have thawed the icy resolve within me, revealing a vulnerability I seldom allow others to witness.

In the quiet moments we've shared, I've come to appreciate the gentle cadence of your laughter and the strength that emanates from your very essence. Your presence is a salve to the wounds I carry, and your love is the promise of a future unburdened by the shadows of our shared past.

As I pen these words, I do so with the sincerity of a man yearning for redemption and the courage to forge a path towards a brighter tomorrow. With all the complexities that define our existence, know that my love for you transcends the boundaries of duty—a truth I can no longer keep veiled in the shadows.

Eternally Yours,

Itachi Uchiha

Satoru Gojo:

My Enchanting [Y/N],

In the realm of jujutsu battles and sorcery, you are the vibrant anomaly that captivates my attention. From the moment our paths intertwined, a spark ignited within me, fanning the flames of a truth that demands acknowledgment—I am undeniably, unequivocally in love with you.

Your resilience on the battlefield mirrors the strength I find equally captivating in the moments between battles. The sparkle in your eyes, the playful banter we share, and the unique cadence of your laughter weave a tapestry of emotions that have ensnared my heart.

In the grand scheme of curses and battles, our connection stands as an anomaly—a testament to the unpredictable nature of the world we navigate. Yet, it is precisely this unpredictability that renders our shared moments all the more precious.

As I confess these sentiments, I do so with the candid acknowledgment that the jujutsu world is fraught with dangers and uncertainties. But amid the chaos, your presence is a constant, and my love for you is the unyielding anchor that grounds me.

Yours in the Unpredictable Dance of Sorcery,(the strongest)

Satoru Gojo

[stupid-jirai]

Me omw to post about my mental issues to tumblr for the billionth time

[positivelyholland]

Styles-Swift reader where Taylor plays her Never Grow Up (Taylor's Version) for the first since Speak Now TV came out? 👀💜

pairing: taylor swift x daughter!reader

genre: SO MUCH FLUFF

summary: Never Grow Up being played with the mother-daughter duo throughout the years.

warnings: it might make you cry it's so sweet

A/N i decided to add a little bit more to the request so i hope that it's ok

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FIVE YEARS OLD

You sit cross-legged on the soft carpet of the living room, your favorite stuffed animals scattered around you. At five years old, you're growing up fast, so Taylor takes advantage of every moments the two of you spend together. Right now is one of those moments.

Taylor enters the room, a warm smile lighting up her face as she notices you waiting eagerly. She's dressed casually, wearing a cozy sweater and jeans, her signature curls cascading around her shoulders. With a playful twinkle in her eyes, she plops down on the couch opposite you.

"Hey there, my little superstar," she says, her voice filled with love. "Are you ready for something special today?"

Your eyes widen in anticipation. "What is it, Mommy?"

Taylor reaches for her guitar, which she always keeps nearby, and begins to strum a familiar tune. The opening chords of "Never Grow Up" fill the room, and you can't help but smile. Even while still being young, this song has always meant a lot to you.

As your mom starts to sing, her voice wraps around you like a warm hug. The lyrics, filled with heartfelt wisdom, remind you of the precious bond you share with your mother. They speak of cherishing every moment and embracing the magic of childhood.

You listen intently, your eyes fixed on your mom's gentle expression. She pours her heart into the song, and you can feel the depth of her emotions in every word. The way she looks at you, her love shining through, makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

As the song progresses, memories flood your mind. You remember the countless bedtime stories, the lullabies sung softly in your ear, and the tickles that made you giggle uncontrollably. And she has always been there, through the ups and downs, guiding you with unwavering love.

You watch a single tear escapes from her eye, and she pauses briefly to wipe it away. You reach out and take her hand in yours, feeling her warmth and the reassurance it brings. Together, you find strength in the music, in the shared experience of growing up, and in the bond that nothing can break.

As the last note ends, the room fills with silence, the melody still lingering in the air. Taylor gazes at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. She pulls you into her arms, holding you tight.

"I love you so much, y/n," she whispers, her voice filled with tenderness. "You are my greatest treasure, and I will cherish every moment we have together."

You snuggle against her, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. In this quiet moment, you know that no matter how much you grow, how much the world changes, your mother's love will always be there to guide you.

TEENAGE YEARS

As you walked into the living room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in the air. Your heart fluttered with anticipation as you saw your mothe, sitting on the couch, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Hey, sweetheart," Taylor said, patting the spot beside her. "Come sit with me."

You never know what to expect when your mom had that look on her face. But nevertheless, you sat down beside her, trying to hide the eagerness in your eyes. There was an air of secrecy about her, and you couldn't help but wonder what she had in store for you.

"Remember how I used to sing to you when you were little?" Taylor asked, a nostalgic glimmer in her eyes.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. Those moments had been some of the most precious memories of your childhood.

"I want to share something special with you today," your mom continued, her voice filled with tenderness. "Something I've been working on."

Your heart skipped a beat. Taylor had been teasing her re-recordings of her old songs for a while now, and she didn't even tell you when she would release them. You couldn't wait to hear what she had in store for you.

Taylor reached for her guitar, her fingers gracefully finding their place on the strings. The room was filled with anticipation, and you held your breath as she strummed the first chord.

As the familiar melody of "Never Grow Up" filled the room, tears welled up in your eyes.

The lyrics held a deep meaning that you hadn't fully grasped when you were younger, and now they resonated with your own journey of growing up.

As your mom sang, voice filled with emotion, you found yourself transported to a time when life was simpler.

Memories of playgrounds and scraped knees flooded your mind, and you realized just how much you missed those carefree days. But there was something bittersweet about those memories now, knowing that you could never go back to being that young and innocent again.

Taylor's voice cracked slightly on the chorus, and you saw tears glistening in her eyes as well. It was a song about letting go and embracing change, but it was also a reminder of the precious moments that would forever be etched in your heart.

As the final notes echoed through the room, you wiped away a stray tear and turned to Taylor, a mixture of gratitude and love in your eyes.

"That was beautiful, Mom," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Taylor smiled, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I wrote that song when you were just a baby. It's always been my way of holding on to the moments we shared, even as you grow older. You'll always be my baby girl, no matter how old you get."

You hugged her tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and comfort in her embrace. In that moment, you realized that growing up didn't mean leaving everything behind. It meant carrying the memories and the love with you as you embarked on new chapters of your life.

Taylor gently wiped away your tears, her eyes shining with pride. "You're becoming such an incredible young woman, and I couldn't be prouder. But never forget that you'll always have a home in my heart, no matter where life takes you."

You smiled through your tears, feeling a renewed sense of warmth and belonging. This was a moment you would treasure forever—a moment where your mother's music had touched your soul in a profound way.

The two of you sat on the couch, wrapped in a comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of the song. In that moment, time stood still, and you couldn't have asked for anything more.

With a heart full of love and gratitude, you snuggled closer to Taylor, knowing that no matter how old you grew, the bond between you would remain unbreakable.

In this moment, surrounded by the music and your mother's unwavering love, you know that growing up isn't about leaving the magic behind—it's about carrying it with you, forever.

[deonsx]

Hey!! It's my first time making a request and i was wondering if you could do Fyodor playing a cello and teaching reader how to do do!! (If that's alright of course) Have a lovely day💜

If Fyodor Tries To Teach You Cello

You were in a relationship with your boyfriend Fyodor for 2 years and it was a long process of trying to understand him. It took time for you to trust each other and then you tried to share each other's hobbies, but Fyodor's hobbies seemed opposite to you, but you still couldn't help but try

You opened your eyes slowly, it was dark around you, you pulled the duvet towards you and the light blue and yellow morning light, indicating that it was morning, entered your bedroom. You slowly sat up in bed and looked at your sleeping lover. It was not always possible to see him this vulnerable. You felt lucky. You left a kiss on his hair and got up from the bed, walking down the corridor to Fyodor's. You remembered the big violin in the study, you had no idea what its name was

You walked towards the room and looked around to see that violin. It didn't take long for you to see it. It was clearly the most luxurious item in the room with its size. You knew how much Fyodor loved this violin. You wanted to try it. "I thought I could play the violin" because you couldn't… "Cello" You saw your boyfriend standing at the door, speaking with a giggling voice. You squinted your eyes in surprise. "How long have you been standing there? Was it fun watching me fail?" You let out a tired breath and scoffed but he looked serious he took slow steps closer to you "I didn't think you wanted to learn" he looked at the cello you held in front of him and sat on the chair next to him showing you the moves

You watched him in fascination as he played a song for you, you saw how quickly his hands moved on the cello, you couldn't help but look at him with admiration when you saw how devoted he was to him, his hair fell over his face while he played the cello and after a while, the sound of the violin in the house stopped as you looked at him in admiration. It made him grin. “Did you understand?” He had been showing you a lot of melodies and movements for about 45 minutes, but you only watched his enchanting beauty. You coughed. “Yes, yes, I understand very well.” You muttered to yourself. fyodor curled his lip "So that's it..hmmm" fyodor's eyes shifted to the cello "However, When You Were Watching Me Like A Pervert, You Didn't Seem To Focus On The Cello At All"

Enjoy!

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

A little thing I put together in honor of our dear Captain's birthday.

Summary: Steve is feeling a little lonely because he hasn't been able to spend as much time with you as he would like. He really, really misses you and takes things into his own hands while waiting for you.

Warnings: 18+ for language and sexual content, oral sex

Word count: 3k

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

It had been a long time. It wasn't that you weren't interested, it was just that you hadn't been around. In fairness, neither had he. 

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing. Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;

Tonight you had been a distant voice in the darkness, a crackly voicemail stating your likely late return home. Probably long into the night after he had fallen asleep. Steve sat down on the edge of the bed wondering how to fill his evening.

So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

It seemed that ever since you had moved in, the stars weren't aligned and work kept you far apart. Steve had invited you into his home in an attempt to keep you close but it seemed lately you may as well have lived on the moon. On this day, hours before the day of his birth, he thought of you, and only you. He ached. From the depth of his soul, he ached to see you, to hear the melody of your voice, to feel the softness of your touch. Your touch. Your caress. Your embrace. The longing was deep, primal, carnal. 

In his mind he painted himself a picture, an image of his love, an outline of you. Longing. It brought you to life. Steve surrounded himself with the things that reminded him of the joy you brought into his life. As he sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, he flipped through pictures of your most recent adventure. They were a little ridiculous, but the memory made him smile. Even wider as he remembered how much you had laughed. He loved that about you, your joy. You brought it to every occasion.

His thumb flicked across the screen until he spotted one particular photograph. You were wearing a pair of shorts that were so short, they may as well have been a pair of underwear. This scanty piece of material was accompanied by a tank top and a bandana to keep your hair out of your eyes. Except that you'd been dancing around while cleaning and there were loose strands all over the place. He had caught the perfect image of you, doing the tango with a mop.

The way your body swayed to the music made him feel alive. He recalled how you had immediately abandoned the mop in favor of dancing with him. The recollection of that moment was vivid. Vivid enough for his senses to recreate your touch, your closeness. It evoked every sensation he had felt that afternoon, including the one deep down in his core.

Oh how he craved your touch, to feel you pressed against him. Steve opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror on your dresser. He wanted to catch just a glint of your mischievous grin when you intended to have your way with him. Something he was all too willing to be a part of. If only you could be there now. He coveted your smile, your lips on his, how you felt when he slipped inside you.

There was an old cardigan of yours slung messily over the stool by your dresser. You loved the fit and wore it as often as you could around the apartment. He picked it up and lifted it to his face, inhaling your unique scent, the one that made him feel at home, loved. The same way he did when he buried his nose in the top of your head. The same way he always did before you were intimate.

The aura the cardigan gave off, your aura, it was titillating. He couldn't help but notice the twitch in his boxers. Steve lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, cardigan cradled across his chest. He would have to wait. You wouldn't be home until late. Well past an acceptable hour to be awake. He had no choice but to wait.

Except his body didn't want to wait. It was a learned response. The olfactory center of his brain had been stimulated and the signals it was sending to his cock weren't easy to ignore. Now that it had started its ascent, Steve would have to try and think of anything else but you to head it off. It was as easy as trying to ignore the pink elephant sitting in the corner. You invaded every corner of his mind. He was just as smitten with you now as he was when he first met you, if not more.

One of his hands that had been clutching your cardigan ventured South, if only to assess the situation. People were apt to make mountains out of molehills, but in this case his problem was reaching Everest size proportions. The lightest brush of his fingers sent a throbbing ache up to his belly. It begged. There was no use in denying it.

When Steve put his mind to something it didn't take him long to achieve his goals. There was one guaranteed thing that he knew would satisfy his need. As he lowered his boxers and took his length into his hand, he spoke. 

"It's been so long, doll."

In his mind, the fantasy image of you answered him. "Longer than I'd like."

"I miss you."

"I'm right here," the vision spoke back.

"I want you, I need you. You make me feel so good."

He spoke out loud, into the empty apartment. Except it was no longer empty. In a frantic attempt to leave work, you had dumped an extraordinary number of files on a colleague's lap and run before they'd had the chance to protest. It was meant as a surprise, but it was you who was in for a shock.

Your entrance had been stealthy, the jingle of key in lock would go unnoticed on most days. You suspected that he would be asleep, always worn out after a day in the field, he deserved a night of rest. A frown crossed your brow as you heard his voice. Who would be he conversing with at such an ungodly hour?

A soft patter of feet carried you to the bedroom. You recognized his voice. You recognised his tone. The yearning in his words was evident. The yearning that he saved for you. Only you. But here he was, on the other side of this wall, speaking with the voice that was yours and yours alone.

"Touch me, right there. Only you know how. I want you, doll. I want to feel you."

Your face reddened. He only said those things to you. There was a fleeting thought of infidelity before you heard his next phrase.

"Nobody loves me like you do, doll."

Curiosity overcame consternation. Enough to take a peek. The image of Steve stroking himself was a sight to behold. The realization that he was fantasizing about you as he did it was electrifying. Your arousal was immediate. It was intense. It caught your breath and made your heart race. A flush crept until your cheek and your lips went dry. The scene in front of you was mesmerizing. You stared, hypnotized. His voice was enthralling. 

"I want to cum on your face."

Your face. He had never expressed that desire to you before. And you wanted nothing more than to please.

"Then cum for me, Captain."

Your voice made Steve sit up faster than his erection had come up, eyes wide and his hand still gripping his cock.

"I thought you were going to be late." Steve’s face had turned red, redder than the flush of arousal which he was already sporting. Nervously he brought his free hand down, attempting to cover himself with the cardigan in his hand.

"I didn't mean to startle you," you bit your lip, suddenly aware that you'd interrupted something very personal. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I'll just-" You started backing away.

"Y/N!" Steve called out your name. It was a reflex. He hadn't thought through what would come next.

"May I come in?" you asked shyly, returning to the position of hugging the door frame.

"It's your bedroom too, you don't have to ask permission." Nonchalance. 

"I don't want to intrude, if you'd rather-"

"I wouldn't!"

"You wouldn't want me to intrude?" you asked with uncertainty.

"I wouldn't want you to leave. I mean, isn't it evident that I would much rather have you do this?" There was a self conscious catch in his voice that didn't go unnoticed. 

You crept around the door frame and took a tentative step towards Steve. "I'm glad, because I'm not sure I have the ability to keep my hands off. Especially when for a moment there was concern that someone else's hands were responsible for those moans."

"Only yours, doll." That look. The one he saved for your most intimate moments. His dazzling eyes focused on yours. 

"Right then, Captain." You took another step towards him. "Let's see what you've got for me."

Steve felt a resurgence of blood in his cock. "I'll hand over the reins."

"Maybe you could hand over my cardigan before it gets covered in cum?" You put your hand on the fluffy garment.

"Maybe I would prefer it were covered."

"Marking your territory?" you asked, amusement etched on your face at how much his attitude had changed.

Steve grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him. "Doll, I can state that without a shadow of a doubt that there is no part of your body that I haven't already marked." He stroked your hip bone with his thumb in a wildly erotic manner.

"My body, no. But you mentioned my face before." You knelt down on the floor, between his legs and in the most sultry tone you could muster, you said, "Please. Tell me what you want."

"I want you, doll."

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want your mouth."

"As you wish, Captain."

You removed his boxers, tracing a trail along his thighs with the tips of your fingers. It made you smile to see the line of goosebumps which erupted on his skin. Gently you wrapped your palms around his shaft.

It started out with a kiss, chaste lips pressed against his tip. You smiled as he suppressed an excited moan. Anticipation. He felt it, so did you. Your lips slipped over him again, taking him a little further into your mouth. This time there was no trace of censorship, the sound that left his lips was extraterrestrial. It resonated through you, right to the throbbing in your ignited core.

"You like that, Captain?" You lifted your head and licked your lips with expectation.

Steve reached down to touch your face, pupils blown with desire. But there was a tenderness in his features which made you feel a new kind of warmth inside you. It made you want to give your boyfriend everything you had to offer. You offered him a coy smile before dropping your head again. Lips enveloped him, engulfing his head with the warmth of your mouth. You did as he had asked. Once, twice. The third time you dragged your now puffed up lips, you supplemented the action with a lap of your tongue against his meatus. He gasped. It was unexpected. Just how you wanted it. 

"Lie back."

"No."

"No?" you scoffed.

"I want to see you."

"I missed you too, Steve," you breathed the words, hot air onto his swollen member.

He reached down, gently capturing your lips with his. It was the first time he had kissed you that day. You'd missed his taste. That special flavor that was unique to him. A dash of coffee, a whiff of pancakes, a dollop of honey topped with a dousing of cheesecake which you'd stashed at the back of the fridge.

"Steve, I thought part of moving in together was for us to do things together?" you chastised.

"We are, look at us." He waved at how close your bodies were.

You gave him your most annoyed school teacher look.

"Tasted the cheesecake, huh?"

"You said you'd wait," you pouted. "I mean you even started this without me.

Just to wind him up further, you stroked the underside of his shaft, just under the head where he was most sensitive. Just to punish him a little more, you ghosted your upper lip over the tip, daintily running your tongue across the bare pink skin.

"Doll!"

"Captain?" you feigned innocence. 

"Please. Don't be like that."

"Like what Captain?" you finger his cock in a teasing manner, making him squirm.

"I know what you like." 

"Pray tell. Enlighten me." Every word was drawn out, accompanied by a swift sweep of your hand over his generous length.

"I know for a fact that you've always been partial to a salty snack," his eyes glinted mischievously.

"Actually, I've always thought you had a bit of a sweet taste. I know you do your best to hide it."

While Steve chuckled, you took the opportunity to take him back into your mouth. Tucking away your teeth, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, hard enough to turn his laughter into a strangled gasp followed by the most erotic groan you'd heard from him.

"Still think I'm hiding?" you mumbled, mouth still full.

Steve ran his finger through your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp, tugging at the strands lightly to help set your pace. His member throbbed lightly, you could feel it in your mouth. He was rapidly reaching his climax and you wanted to help him along as best you could. You edged one hand down to his balls, taking both into your palm and rolling them between your eager fingers.

Every moan that left Steve’s lips was music to your ears, fanning the flames of your desire. With every fiber of your being you wanted to touch yourself, find your own bliss, but you kept working on your boyfriend. Seeing him climax would be enough.

Instinctively his hips thrust towards you. It was a surprise. His cock slid further down your throat and he groaned, louder than before. His fingers chambered desperately at the duvet cover, trying to find an anchor for the oncoming storm.

You knew what he wanted. What he needed. But it was something you'd never been able to give him. Maybe this time might be different. It was now or never and you were ready to dive in head first. Slowly you bobbed your head. Deeper each time. Inch by inch. His tip grazed the side of your mouth, the inside of your cheek, nearing the back of your throat. Just a little further, that was all you needed. That one last inch. But try as you might, you could never quite get past it. Your eyes watered and you gagged. One more try. But your reflexes were unforgiving. You pulled back abruptly, collapsing onto your heels, coughing and gasping for air.

"You okay?" Steve leant forward immediately, concerned about your reaction.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, disappointed at your body's refusal to do what you wanted. 

Steve cupped your face in his outrageously large hands and gently tilted your face up towards his. His middle fondled the angle of your jaw in a strangely comforting manner.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to,” you said earnestly, emphasizing the word ‘do’.

“Come here,” he pulled you up and held you close to his chest.

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” your lip quivered slightly. You had no idea why you were feeling so emotional.

“Doll, you always make me feel good,” Steve comforted you. He has pulled you into his lap and you were aware that his cock was still pressing up against belly begging for a release.

"Would you let me help you finish?"

Steve couldn't help but smile. "Sure?"

You pressed your forehead against his, your noses brushed against each other in an Eskimo style greeting. It was intimate. Not intimate enough. Pushing your chin forward, you claimed his lips with yours. Gentle at first. But deeper as Steve inhaled your scent. Your tongues meet again with joy. There was nothing you wanted more than to finish what you had started. Well, technically what Steve had started.

It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? You touched your chest now. He took off your dress now. 

Steve sighed as he stared at your cleavage. "This is killing me," he groaned.

"I'm going to make this up to you Steve," you pushed him back onto the bed and snaked your hands up under his t-shirt.

"I'm not sure it's going to go up any further."

You snorted but didn't answer. Instead you straddled his hips, rubbing your lace covered crotch against his leaking erection. The friction was revving up your engine and you were ready to lose yourself in the pleasure. But you were determined to finish what you'd started.

Regretfully, you chambered off your partner's lap and resumed the position you'd had on the floor. 

"What are you doing?" His question was almost a whine, frustrated by the loss of your pressure.

Your answer came in the form of a series of licks. The tortuous vein that ran along one side of his magnificent member received an extraordinary amount of attention as you traced its journey from the base to the tip. The tip which was now flushed, pulsing with excitement, like a volcano ready to erupt. You took his head between your lips, more confident now. Lips sucking, tongue twirling, fist pumping. Over and over. Faster and faster. His breaths came hard and fast. Until that moment arrived. 

"Doll-"

You didn't stop. You didn't slow.

"I'm going to-"

The eloquent captain. Where were his words now?

"I'm-"

His eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensed. He had done his best to control his hips but now they jerked involuntarily. The thrusts were shallow and spontaneous. You tried to match your head movements so you could keep him in your mouth, but his cock slipped from your mouth as hot, white cum exploded across your lips with a strangled cry. Steve's body undulated as you took him back into your mouth, lapping off the sweet elixir you'd milked from him.

Once you'd had your fill, you climbed back up onto the bed to lay at his side. He turned his head to face you and smiled. You couldn't help but lean in to a kiss. Long, deep, savored.

When you'd stopped to take a breath, he said, "you were right."

"About?"

"It is slightly sweet."

You laughed. “Happy Birthday, Steve!”

[silent-words]

cherries + gale 💜

I had to make a research on different kinds of cherries, so it took a long time to write. But now I'm prepared to present you a little fic that got suggestive in the second part. Nothing explicit, but you can count it as a foreplay.

The Intricacies of Cherries

Gale x F!Tav, Druid Tav, suggestive. Post-canon, Waterdeep.

Who would think a summer day in a coastal city would be utterly unbearable? In moments like these Tav really missed her faraway forest home. Hot and humid air with a scorching sun made her think Grymforge had been a comfortable place to exist. She didn’t miss the tadpoles and bedrolls though. In fact, she was hurrying towards her new home – a nice tower cooled by magic (and thick stone walls, of course). Today was her day off at work. She had just been to the market – the hottest place with sweaty people around, which was awful in itself. But she didn’t endure it all for nothing. She was carrying a tasty surprise for her husband.

When she entered the tower, a cool breeze made her dizzy at first. A slight heat stroke, but nothing her druid magic cannot heal. She heard a distinctive smell of delicious food being cooked and heard a melody hummed by a familiar voice. That meant Gale had returned from Blackstaff academy and was making them dinner. When she entered the kitchen, he turned to her and smiled:

‘Hello, my love! Where’ve you been today?’ He looked back at the stove to control the food. She started unpacking her bag of holding:

‘I’ve been to the market, love, and look what I’ve found there! My favourite berries: raspberry, blueberry, blackberry, cloudberry and cherry. I hope we’ll enjoy them together.’ She pulled little wicker baskets filled with berries of one kind each and put them on the table.

Gale strode towards the purchases and grinned: ‘What do you think about adding them to the ice cream? Ah,’ he looked at the cherries and furrowed his brow. Then he put his index finger uo and continued: ‘It seems you mixed up the cherries. This is the sour sort,’ he pointed towards the cherries in front of him, ‘they are used for baking and brewing cider. You should have bought the sweet sort, they are suitable for consumption as they are.’

‘Who are you that you should teach me, a druid, what kind of cherry this is?’ she crossed her arms. ‘While you have always been a city dweller, I spent a big part of my life in the forest. And these are the cherries we consumed, not the saccharine kind you call “cherry” here. You just need to get used to the taste.’ She was offended that this magic man didn’t want to understand the obvious.

‘Get used to?’ Gale laughed. ‘I beg your pardon, but I remember, when I was a very young boy, I stormed into my mother’s kitchen, took a mouthful of cherries and tried to eat them. It was so sour that tears started running down my cheeks. Then she told me that these cherries were meant to be a filler for cherry dumplings. The dumplings were still delicious, but I learnt the lesson that day.’ He gave Tav a warm look. That charming look that made her forgive him for anything. ‘Every time I see them I remember that day and that acidic taste in my mouth.’

‘Okay, Gale, I can never properly argue with you. I was taught to eat them since before I could remember, that must be the reason why I enjoy eating them. I can think of making you a better memory to associate with sour cherries. Teaching you properly to eat them, so to speak.’ She gave him a mischievous smirk. ‘But only after dinner.’

‘Your wish is my command, my lady.’ He put the fire off and started to dish out the food.

* * *

It was not long after dinner when Tav was sitting on a balcony, a bowl of thoroughly washed cherries on the table by her side. She had already changed into the silken summer dress she wore at home, which was coloured in pink and orange by the setting sun.

‘What a sight to behold,’ she suddenly heard Gale saying. When she turned to the door, she saw her husband leaning on the door-post. He wore his linen shirt, half-unbuttoned and with his rolled up to his elbows. His skin, even more tanned in summer than usual, was a stark contrast to white linen. She looked wistfully at his forearms, his damp hair fresh from a bath, his smile and his eyes that seemed to devour her.

‘I remember you wished to show me something about the sour cherries,’ he chuckled, ‘I promise I’ll be an obedient student.’ Gale walked towards Tav and sat beside her. She resisted the urge to kiss him immediately. Instead she took a cherry and held it between her thumb and middle finger.

‘At first you need to watch carefully,’ she said and slowly brought the cherry to her lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Gale swallowing hard but never looking away. She bit through the skin of the cherry and felt the sour juice run into her mouth and down her chin. Her husband’s breath quickened. She threw the kernel into the bowl and said:

‘Now you can taste the juice on my lips.’ He didn’t need to be told twice. He licked the juice from her lips and kissed them. But the kiss was short, for he was too excited about what would come next. Tav smiled and ran her clean hand through his hair.

‘Good boy. Now, to the next part of our lesson.’ She took another cherry and popped it above the neckline of her dress. The juice ran down her hand, but a few drops reached the destination and made their way under the fabric. When she looked at Gale, his pupils were dilated. He swallowed again. ‘Now you can taste the berry with my fingers,’ Tav whispered, for Gale was very close to her now. He took her fingers into his mouth obediently, and, while wincing at the sour taste, he still shut his eyes and moaned with pleasure. Soon she withdrew her hand. ‘You did so well. Now as a bonus you can catch those droplets that escaped under my dress.’ Gale licked a stripe between her breasts.

‘As much as I enjoy the lesson,’ he looked into her eyes with burning desire visible in them, ‘I think I’ll never enjoy raw sour cherries. However,’ he gave her a mischievous grin, ‘I am all too curious to find out where those droplets might end up. And for this thorough analysis I would require a special environment,’ he stood up and extended his hand towards her, ‘so I suggest we go to the bedroom, my lady.’

‘I’m thrilled at the prospect of bearing witness to such meticulous research.’ She took his hand and stood up. ‘Shall we?’

[deliriouslyshipping]

some insight from a german:

jannik has a VERY strong dialect, so strong that I, someone that speaks standard german from germany, sometimes don't understand him! Think an irish or scottish accent for someone from london maybe...

It does sound a bit funny at times and for some reason his voice is quite high pitched on some syllables, maybe because of the sentence melody of his dialect but I'm not sure

also to germans his dialect is really recognizable, like everybody would recognise he is from south tyrol (or austria) and subconsciously thats so connected to mountains and farmers and hiking that it's a bit weird to hear him talk about tennis with it 😅

anyway hope this was a bit interesting :)

This was very interesting!! I love this fandom omg. I feel like I am learning something new every single day.

I hope this helps, Italian Anon! 💜💜💜💜💜 And thank you, German Anon.

[damnatiomemoriae4]

Heyyyyy, I'm a huge fan of your OC! How did she and Sukuna meet? What kind of powers does she have?

Thank you so much for asking!!! I am going to be a teeny bit cagey only because I have a full fic in the works and I don't want to spoil too much story wise, but!! First meet: During the Heian period, he tries to kill her (she was minding her own business, mind you lol) Abilities: She is a curse-user/sorcerer like the others. Her main ability is Cursed Speech. Her tattoos/markings are related to that, though unlike Inumaki, with a good deal of practice and conditioning she is able to speak freely. Additionally, her cursed speech is stronger/moreso tied to singing which was a hobby of hers to begin with, and she can compel people with as little as humming-- like a siren. Her overall aura is unnaturally calming and creates a sort of fabricated inner peace or forced ease in those in her vicinity. There are two main ways she tends to use her ability: Humming: humming a melody can lull a target or multiple targets into a relaxed complacent state, making them docile and obedient as they are both drawn to her and in a semi trance. In this state they're significantly less reactive and easy to manipulate or compel Speech: her cursed speech is a harsh hissing whisper sound of multiple overlapping voices and pitches speaking as one, usually a single word but can be a short string as well. It's an order or command most similar to Inumaki's show usage Additional:

-As she is the first/one of the first cursed speech users to pop up in that time period, most people are unaware of her ability and thus makes it very easy for her to catch them off guard-- this is helped by her presence being generally very soothing.

-Due to having a large pool of cursed energy at her disposal, she can also use higher cost commands with little feedback/punishment.

-Unlike Inumaki's version of cursed speech which can be blocked by shielding the ears and pathway to the brain to avoid processing his words and render the technique moot, the frequencies produced by her ability pass through bone, and that can allow an override for some commands at a slight cost to effectiveness, regardless of shielding from the target.

-she can't stand disrespect and collects tongues as a price for those who are incredibly rude. She'll make you pull it out yourself and hand it to her. Bit of a sadistic streak haha

also her name is Umi ;v; tysm again for the ask!!! 💜💜