#Engulfing pattern

[stirideactualitate]

Engulfing Pattern Indicator with Volume Confirmation - indicator MetaTrader 5

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[trading-attitude]

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[flowafairy]

⭑⭑ sukuna x reader — fem reader, short reader implied, modern au, fluff.

yapper!gf x ‘idgaf’ sukuna who acts like he’s absolutely done with you whenever you’re going on and on about the mundane things in your life, not admitting that he finds it a little cute at the fact that you just can’t seem to shut your pretty mouth up.

“uh huh.” he leans his cheek against his knuckles, looking fairly uninterested as you ramble about how ‘discriminating’ it is that the local store always keeps the ramen packets on the top shelf, and his daring audacity to not be there to get it for you. ( asking for help is so embarrassing! )

“are you even listening?” a pout embraces your features, an inner feeling deep in your chest telling you you’ve been talking to a wall this entire time. sukuna’s lips only curve upwards. “what, are you doubting me?”

“what if i am?” you retort. it’s not like you would blame him for not listening, you talk. a lot…. okay, maybe a petty part of you can blame him.

“first you were complaining about me ‘not loving you enough’. then complaining about the dull decorations in my home, now ramen—is this a dumb pattern, woman?”

you feel your cheeks heating up with every syllable escaping his mouth. yeah you complained, but that much? someone needs to get you an oscar, or whatever.

“oh my god you..” your eyelashes flutter. “you listen to everything i say?”

“what- no, i was just.. shut up woman.”

a sly smirk etches onto your face. “that’s so cute, you love me so much huh?” you poke teasingly, smirk only deepening at the way his face engulfs into a scowl. “i will no longer listen to your stupid ramblings.”

rest assured, he still made sure to react to all 27 voice messages you sent him.

[truedatafinancialpvtltd]

How to Trade with Engulfing Candlestick Patterns

Engulfing Candlestick Patterns are a type of chart pattern used in technical analysis to predict market trends. They occur when a larger candlestick completely covers or “engulfs” the previous smaller one, signalling a potential reversal in price direction. There are two types of engulfing candlestick patterns, i.e., bullish engulfing pattern and bearish engulfing pattern. These patterns are a useful tool in determining entry and exit points for trade or understanding the market behaviour to make informed portfolio decisions.

Types of Engulfing Candlestick Patterns

How to Trade Using Engulfing Candlestick Patterns

Pros and Cons of Bullish Engulfing Candlestick Pattern

Pros and Cons of Bearish Engulfing Candlestick Pattern

[rjkooks]

21:58 — caleb comes home and fucks you in his colonel uniform.

➸ author's note: just a horny drabble i wrote on a whim. he looks so fine in that goddamn uniform it's making me feral :( not proofread btw!

“this what you wanted, baby?”

you’re on all fours, knuckles white as you desperately claw on the sheets, knees digging in the soft mattress as your ass hangs proudly in the air. you feel tears well up in your eyes, feeling them almost roll into your skull from how good caleb was eating you out.

you just know it’s absolutely nasty behind you. he’s slurping your slick like a man severely depraved, and oh — how his tongue slowly spelt each letter of his name over your walls covered in white. he’s diabolic for this. sprawled out bare naked beneath him, and he’s all clad in that damn colonel uniform that he knows has you reeling for him.

the smooth leather of his gloves presses on your clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your sensitive nub as he teasingly pushes the tip of his tongue in and out of your gaping hole. you quiver, a downpour of sinister noises resonating around the room. it merely fuels him to drive you mad from his tongue alone.

“c-caleb,” you cry out, your vocabulary dwindling down to one word, and you chant it over and over again in a mantra, the oversensitivity triggering cry after cry as he’s about to pull another orgasm out of you.

how many times has he made you cum already? three? four? or maybe five? you don’t know, you don’t remember, you lost count. hell, you weren’t even counting in the first place. all you know is that you’re about to approach another intense peak.

“cumming again, pips?” he speaks against your sopping folds, the vibrations of his mockery has you arching your back into a deeper curve. he doesn’t even have to ask, he already knows from the way your legs inevitably shake, moans turning up to a higher frequency as your folds clench tighter around his tongue. he wants you to feel him, take everything he has to offer you.

oh, how he wanted to fuck you so bad as if you’ve downgraded into a mere fleshlight, his cock straining tightly against his pants, but nothing is rewarding enough without patience. so, he waits, waits for you to fall apart one more time in his mouth before he can finally fill you up like you’ve always wanted.

“caleb, caleb, p-please…!” you cry out, drooling against the sheets but you pay no mind to the mess you’re making, your thoughts fixated on the way his tongue and thumb drew patterns on your soaking cunt.

back and forth he flicked his tongue against you, leather-clad thumb playing with your clit and snap goes the string in your gut, gushing out like niagra falls and into his awaiting mouth. he laps everything up, lips engulfing your entire pussy as you uncontrollably shake beneath him.

his hands find their place on your hips, keeping you still as he finishes any remains from your high, only pulling away when he knows you rode it out.

“such a good pipsqueak f’me…” he mutters adoringly, loving eyes wandering over your bare body as he finally frees his cock from its restraints, not completely pulling his pants down.

you gasp, feeling the dripping tip tease itself against your folds, and you feel his chest press on your back, lips hovering over the shell of your ear.

“gonna take my cock like a good girl, won’t you, pips? your gege’s gonna make you feel so, so good…” he whispers, voice hot and sensual, aching with need as you finally feel the angry veins of his cock slowly breach your insides.

“ha… ngghh… caleb…” tears form in your eyes again, not from the pain, but rather from how good it felt. everything about caleb feels good, but nothing beats the way his girth perfectly sheathes itself inside you, only to fuck himself in and out of you for hours on end.

he chuckles menacingly from the way your face twists in pleasure, white-knuckled from how tight you were clawing on the sheets as the sound of skin slapping continuously bounced off the walls.

“c-caleb…” you sob, your mind completely gone beyond mush as you can solely focus on the way his cock kept kissing your cervix. “too much..!”

“shhh…” he soothes you, thumbs drawing circles over your skin. “you can take it, yeah? i know you’re a strong pipsqueak,” he whispers against your ear, voice ever-so gentle that it shows a stark contrast between his mean thrusts.

you try running away, the overstimulation overwhelms your senses to the point where you dwindle down into a sobbing and drooling mess.

“oh no, no, no.” if it weren’t for the steel grip he has on your hips, you’re certain your legs would’ve gone out by now. you let out a strangled cry, immobile as his cock kept rearranging your insides.

“just six more minutes, baby,” he murmurs, “six more. so be a good girl, yeah?”

you whine, unable to comprehend his words yet you nodded nonetheless, too cock drunk to care anymore. when he meant six minutes, however, he meant two more hours.

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

obsessedbf!toji who loves when it’s cold outside because he knows you won’t try and push him away for being too clingy because he’s so so so sooo warm.

obsessedbf!toji who loves when you curl up to him or wrap yourself around him at night in the middle of your sleep, he thinks it’s so adorable.

obsessedbf!toji who doesn’t go to bed until you do, even if it means he’ll wake up grumpy the next morning for work.

obsessedbf!toji who complains to you one night about your sleeping schedule, “Why the fuck are you still up?”

“I’m watching asmr.”

“Turn that shit off and c’mere.”

“Shh this is a good part.”

He snatched your phone out of your hands and turned it off, “Toji what the fu-”

“Pay attention to me ma, not the fucking phone.” He whispered in a gruff sleepy voice as he pulled you to his chest and engulfing you completely. You huffed into his chest. "Stop acting like you don't love this," Toji grumbled lowly, you could hear the smirk in his words.

"Your tits are suffocating me Toji. No complaints though."

"Fucking freak."

He couldn't help but smile though after hearing your sweet little giggles.

obsessedbf!toji who picks up extra missions just so that he can spoil you, he literally refuses to let you work and truly believes that he should be the sole provider while you don't lift a finger. Also having you care for him when he comes home exhausted is a plus :3

obsessedbf!toji who lets you do skincare on him when he comes back home, he claims he hates it but he loves how relaxing it is and how much attention you put on him while doing it.

obsessedbf!toji who constantly teases you for watching asmr but slowly starts getting into it once you do it to him.

You were propped up against the pillows on the bed, while Toji walked out of the bathroom. He was moody from being at work all day, only to come home to you already showered, leaving him to have to shower alone. "C'mere baby," you patted your lap signaling for your big grumpy boyfriend to lay in it.

He let out a soft grunt and quickly placed himself into your embrace, his head on your lower stomach and hands resting on your hips while his body between your legs. You began tracing patterns up and down his back with your nails, and up and down his large biceps.

"Fuck that feels good ma." he whispered, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

"You still mad at me you big baby?" Your hands moved up to his scalp.

"Tch, whatever. Jus' keep doin’ what yer doin'." Was all he said while his thumbs lightly brushed back and fourth over your hips. His breathing began to slow and he let out soft snores.

obsessedbf!toji who surprising plans really romantic dates for you two, but as soon as you walk out of the bedroom all dressed up his hands are all over you, making you guys late to whatever reservation he booked.

"Babe we're gonna be late."

"Fuck you look so good mama, I can't help it." He says between kisses. Safe to say y'all were definitely going to be late again, that is if you even left the house.

another toji drabble/oneshot bc y'all loved the last one sm, might do an nsfw ver soon so yuh. Also thank you guys so much for 500 followers, I know im behind on a lot of stories rn so js bear with me pls 😭

also I’m so tired of seeing people canon toji as a bad husband/bf bc like y r we acting like he didn’t take his wife’s name?!? Like sure he may be broke in the show but that’s js bc his ass was gambling all his money away, anyways hope u enjoyed ;3

Likes, comments, and rebloggs appreciated!!

divider creds: @cafekitsune

[moonlightazriel]

Main Masterlist

As the temperatures started to drop, Nanami's sleeping habits also started to change.

It always started small, with his arm on top of yours, or his feet brushing softly against you until he fell asleep. You enjoyed it, since you're always so cold, and he could walk around naked in the snow and he still would be the warmest person ever.

But as the temperatures dropped even further, he started to pull you against him, breathing hot air in your neck all night. His leg would drape across yours, his arms engulfing you until you were nothing more than a confusing mass of flesh, clothes and expensive blankets.

Sometimes you just let him consume you, your bodies almost at the merging point, becoming one being with how close and tight he held you during the night. Not that you would ever complain. But other times his warmth was too overwhelming and you tried to scoot away from him to get some fresh air, just for him to mumble something in his sleep and pull you back to where you were mere seconds ago.

Some mornings, you would wake up with his body on top of yours, you never knew how you even ended up in this situation, but his cheek would be pressed against your chest and the cutest pout would be forming on his lips.

Those mornings, were the ones where you would gently kiss his hair, your hands drawing invisible patterns against his back, while you hugged him. He would stir awake just a few minutes later, those beautiful eyes, still swollen with sleep would look at you with so much love that your heart squeezed in your chest, not knowing how to beat properly again.

"Did you sleep well, my love?" You would ask and he just smiles at you, of course he did. He fell asleep in his wife's arms, the love of his life, there was no better place to fall asleep than there.

"Of course, darling. Did you?" To which you just nod, earning a hum from him and a kiss in between your breasts, right where he could hear your heart beating.

Sleeping with you was always his favorite part of the day.

[chariaki]

Winter Love.

Husband!Nanami Kento who only wears a glove on one hand, leaving his other hand bare because he loves to bask in the feeling of his fingers holding your bare hands.

Husband!Kento who tucks both your hands inside the pocket of his coat and gently rubs his fingers on yours.

Husband!Kento who always ties your scarf on your neck in a cute ribbon for you, then holds your face in his big hands, squishes your cheeks while kissing you nose, then to your lips.

Husband!Kento who happily rolls big snowballs for you, collects sticks, rocks and loves building snowmen, snowcats, snowdogs with you.

Husband!Kento who had a hearty laugh when you showed him a snowman you built and you said it was him. The said snowman you built had biceps, triceps, abs, a chiseled face, Kento's necktie wrapped around the snowman's neck, and for a finishing touch, you even added (sun)glasses.

Husband!Kento who keeps you warm in bed by spooning you. His big body effortlessly engulfing the whole of you. His head breathing in your nape, his arms hugging your waist, hands rubbing your tummy and groping you breasts. He has leg hovered on top of yours, you can easily feel him on your lower back.

Husband!Kento who sleeps so well when he hugs you like that, he can't help but get a hard-on with how soft and complying you were to him.

Husband!Kento who joins a knitting club to make you a cute and comfy sweater, unaware that it would be filled with doting mothers who ask about everything about him and you.

Husband!Kento who proudly tells flexes you to them. How beautiful, kind, soft, sweet, smart and beautiful you truly are.

Husband!Kento who easily bonds well with those moms and made a lot of progress with your sweater, because the moms insisted on helping, all excited to see you surprised by your sweet and hardworking husband.

Husband!Kento who of course, hand wraps your sweater in your favorite pattern wrapped with a cute big bow of your favorite colour. Inside the sweater contained a letter in long paragraphs about how much he adores you, loves you, cherishes you and is grateful for you.

Husband!Kento who decorated his letter with a lot of hand drawn hearts!!!

Husband!Kento who sprays his perfume on your sweater.

Husband!Kento who happily reports to his mom friends how happy you were about his gifts, and thanked them by inviting to grab food with them to officially meet you!!!!

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika having baby fever

synopsis: after waking up from a rather unexpected dream, sevika’s been a little bit more handsy than usual, as well as suggesting ideas you never would’ve thought would come out of her mouth. but you’re not against it.

tags: mentions of pregnancy, top!sevika, bottom!reader, breeding kink, strap-ons, daddy kink.

notes: just a small little drabble because the idea of sevika having baby fever enticed me, also don’t ask me about the back to back horny posting I don’t know what took over me either.

the idea of a child never appealed to sevika.

it’s not that she hates kids, she was actually quite neutral about them. she found them adorable, but not having one wasn’t something she’d consider a loss

so she doesn’t understand where the goddamn dream came from.

it came to her in a blur, but one moment she was in deep slumber, her vision engulfed in darkness then the next, your face suddenly showed. this wasn’t the first time she’s dreamt about you, as a matter of fact you’re a reoccurring actress in almost all of her dreams. specifically the lewd ones.

and in this dream you stayed relatively the same. your hair was still at its familiar length, along with the crookedness of your smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

the difference was the shape of your tummy. as her dream continued her mind began to pick up the alterations of your body, how your stomach was fuller, and not in the way it usually is after you ate a full meal and end up a bit bloated. no, it was rounder.

perplexed, she walked closer to you and it was then she picked up on the setting her mind conjured up. it was your shared bedroom, but as she looked past you, she noticed a little addition in the corner between the closet and the window.

a small, wooden crib.

inside there were small baby pink pillows and a linen blanket with floral patterns embroidered on the material. plushies of varying animals could be seen inside as well.

as her eyes scanned the display, your soft voice finally broke her out of her reverie:

“you excited, honey?” you asked, your eyes fluttering up at her, and there was a glow to your face that she couldn’t quite place. you were radiant, and she was enthralled.

your hands smoothen over your belly before you reached up and touched her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice merely a whisper “thank you for making me a mommy.”

she woke up in cold sweat that night.

ever since she’s been acting weird around you. asking you certain questions that raised an eyebrow or two, being extra handsy whenever you’re in the kitchen and she’d sneak up behind you, wrap her strong arms around your waist, which she’s always done whenever you were washing the dishes or cooking, but this time you noticed her hands were extra attentive to your belly.

how her palm would smooth over your midsection, kissing the pulse point below your ear, and nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. holding you in a way as if she was scared that at any moment, you’d slip away.

yeah, something was definitely up with her.

you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the issue was but you’d notice how her attention would drift off to certain things she never would’ve paid any mind back then.

you noticed it when you went to the market and brought sevika with you, too busy scanning the aisles of fresh vegetables that you didn’t pick up on the way sevika’s eyes wandered elsewhere.

specifically to the little kids playing far off into the distance chasing each other around with huge smiles on their faces, making sevika’s chest flutter and she was so fixated on the sight that her ears drowned out your voice and didn’t even notice you were calling out her name.

“sev,” you snapped your fingers in front of her face which finally caught her attention “are you there? I was asking if you’d like chicken soup for dinner?”

she cleared her throat and just nodded “y-yeah, it’s up to you, honey.”

you weren’t dumb. you noticed where her eyes drifted to and it was only a matter of time before the topic was brought up. but of course, she was stubborn, not to mention quite shy when voicing out her interest on a matter as serious as children.

regardless, you persisted.

“something bothering you, baby?” you asked her as you settled in bed late one night.

she shook her head “no, I’m fine.”

you hummed, your hands rubbing her forearms as you moved to straddle her lap.

“it doesn’t seem like you are. you’ve been distracted.” you said as you leaned down to pepper kisses down her neck “you know you can tell me anything…”

her chest tightened at your soft tone before she finally lets out a sigh “I had a dream a few nights ago.”

you listened intently as you motioned with your head for her to continue.

“it was weird because the idea never even crossed my mind before but… I dreamt you were pregnant. with my child. it’s crazy, I know. it’s not like it’s possible anyways but… I just can’t it get out of my mind.”

“the thought of having kids?”

she nodded as her flesh hand gripped your waist “and just… you. carrying my child. fuck baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

her voice dropped several octaves lower as she recalled the entire dream by memory “your belly was round, and you were glowing. you know that pregnancy glow they talk about? you had that. and your tits were all swollen and you looked so happy…”

you bit your lip as you started grinding lazily on her thighs, and you swore her eyes darkened.

“yeah? you liked the idea of knocking me up, honey?” you whispered, leaning down to press your mouth against hers “like the idea of making me a mommy?”

it was as if she was transported back to that dream, and she couldn’t help the primal need that suddenly uncoiled inside her hearing your words and how pliant you became.

“you like the idea?” she asked, her tone husky and it took a while for you to answer as you pondered.

after a minute or two, you nodded “if I’m being honest, it never crossed my mind either. thinking about it now though…”

her palm gripped your ass, making you squirm as she sat up a little so her face was closer to yours.

“you wanna have my kid, sweetheart?“ she asked “be my little housewife who walks around taking care of our baby while I go out and provide for our family?“

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped sevika’s shoulders.

“please daddy,”

and that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face pushed against the mattress as sevika plowed in and out of you with her strap. your juices dripping off her cock as she throws her head back and moans, the harness hitting her clit just right and causing the perfect amount of friction.

she reaches forward and takes you by your hair and pulls “that’s it. take it. take it for me, mama. such a good cunt that’s gonna take all my cum. you’re gonna take it won’t you?”

you nodded, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth “please, daddy. it feels so good.” you were basically slurring your words at this point and sevika couldn’t help but chuckle at your state. so cock drunk as she took you by your arms, and held you up so your back was against her chest.

she gripped both your tits with her flesh and mech hand, the cold texture of her metal fingers pinching your nipple and a shiver ran down your spine at the sensation. all the while you jostled violently in her hold as she kept hammering into you.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, reaching down with her right hand as she fingered the hood of your clit and rubbed, making you cry out “gonna fill it to the brim with my cum so you’ll have no choice but to carry my fucking kid. you will won’t you, sweetheart?”

you panted heavily as the fast strokes of her fingers and the harsh thrust of her cock inside you made your head spin “daddy, please. fuck. it feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum. put a baby inside me please. make me a mommy.”

“oh, I’m gonna give it to you, alright. I’ll have one, two, three and heck, ten fucking children running around this house by the time I’m done with you.” beads of sweat slid down her forehead as she felt the throes of her orgasm approaching.

“because that’s all you’re good for right? to have your tight little cunt stuffed and bred?”

your climax tore through you so hard all you could do was whine in a silent cry, meanwhile sevika kept battering in and out of you still as your slick pooled down your thighs, the loud smacking of wet skin filling the room as she chased her own release.

“that’s it…” she muttered, holding you close “if only I could, I’d fuck this pussy just enough to get you pregnant on the first try.”

you sighed, blissful as you continued to let sevika use you, thinking if she really could. you’d let her.

over and over and over again.

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[ixloom819]

The shift in weight of the mattress caused you to stir from your sleep, a small groan escaping as you shifted in place.

A strong hand cupped the back of your head and pulled your forehead to meet a pair of familiar lips. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, my love. Please go back to sleep."

Your eyes tried to open, but the darkness and the sleepiness made it hard to see him. "'S okay. 'M glad y're back," you mumbled.

A soft sigh weaved through your hair, exhaustion evident along with a hint of guilt. "I wish I could've gotten back sooner. Work was keeping me away, and-"

Too tired to properly deal with his troubled feelings, you brought a hand to his chest, silencing him. Then you tapped a familiar pattern on his chest.

Pinky, middle, thumb. I love you.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, and the hand on your head tapped a response.

Pink, middle, thumb, thumb. I love you too.

You curled up into your lover's arms, and sleep quickly engulfed you again, surrounded by the familiar warmth and scent of the man you loved.

Explanation of the code below, because I'm a nerd

I'm very fond of the A=1, B=2, etc code, and I use it in a lot of weird ways. There's a certain way people count using their fingers (or at least this is the way I learned it):

So I applied the code to those fingers and came up with this:

I mostly use it for spelling out words or "singing" a song using the first letter of the word. It would be hard to translate back, but you can make recognizable patterns like what I described in the fic.

Pinky, middle, thumb -> I Love You

Pinky, middle, thumb, thumb -> I Love You Too

I only wish I could use this code without needing to explain it and sound like a madperson...

[deepspace-scenarios]

[Scenario/drabble] dreaming anywhere

LIs react to you accidentally falling asleep in random places. (It's never really about napping with them)

Genre: Fluff; Tw: suggestiveness

SYLUS

The garage lights flicker as Sylus finds you slumped against his car, fast asleep.

"Tired already, kitten?" His gloved finger traces your jaw gently, lips curling when you jerk awake. "I could think of... better places to sleep."

You stubbornly straighten your dress. "I was just waiting for someone to finish their call. I'm ready to go anytime."

He adjusts your necklace, voice dropping to a purr. "Then stay awake. Or I'll have to...stimulate you during bidding."

You gawk at him. He would never- on second thought, you can never fully anticipate what he has up his sleeve.

He unlocks his car, and you slide into the passenger seat, cheeks tinged pink.

"Public displays aren't usually my taste - but I'll make an exception if you start snoring."

As the engine roars to life, he keeps one hand on your thigh. "Eyes open, sweetie. Unless this is you giving me permission for creative ways to keep you awake along the way there,"

"I'm awake, Sylus!"

He laughs, voice like honey. "Good."

_____

XAVIER

Xavier finds you dozing against the refrigerator, cheek smushed against a magnet.

"My love," he murmurs, his warmth engulfing you in an embrace. "You're up so early,"

You mumble sleepy protests as he lifts you effortlessly.

"The kettle can wait." He carries you back to bed, pausing when you cling to his sweater.

"I wan’ make tea..." you slur, your head already hitting the pillow.

His laughter vibrates through you as he tucks the blanket around your shoulders.

"It’s 7am on a Sunday. You still have all day to make tea."

His lips brush your forehead.

"Dream of sweeter things than chamomile."

_____

RAFAYEL

The outdoor swing on the porch creaks as Rafayel discovers you curled up on the plush bench, hugging a blanket to shield yourself from the crisp air of dawn.

"Aww cutie!" He says with a grin, snapping a photo before draping himself over you like a human blanket. The bench wobbles. "Abandoning our sunrise mission?"

You stir as he nuzzles your neck. "Raf, the sunrise-"

"Is still a torturous seven minutes away," he interrupts, kissing your cheek. “We can sleep here,”

When you protest, he rolls onto his back to pull you on top of him. Your face is smothered by his soft cotton pyjamas, and you mumble into the fabric. ”I can do seven minutes-“

"Objection! We'll watch the sunset instead. Can’t have my cutie being tired… Not when she had to be my bodyguard for the entirety of yesterday," His fingers thread through yours as the waves wash onto the sandy shore.

"And if you sleep through that too...I'll find you in your dreams and meet you there."

_____

ZAYNE

You managed to make the last train with Zayne, the hectic schedule at Chansia almost causing you to stay back. Both Zayne and you wouldn't have minded if the next day was a day off from work, but you have a mission briefing, and he has a surgery to perform.

The lights of the tunnel turn into a mesmerising blur of orange and white patterns, lulling you close to sleep.

You blink hard, propping your chin up on your palms with your elbow on the table. You take a sip of your iced tea.

The next thing you know, the world starts to slip back into a hazy blur as your eyelids grow heavy, and heavier still-

You try to fight off the sleepiness.

Take- take just one more sip of-

Zayne's pen stills when your iced tea straw slips from slack lips.

The train rattles past Chansia's outskirts as he carefully removes the cup before your chin can hit the table.

"Stubborn," he mutters - but his arm settles around you, guiding your head to his shoulder.

“M’not,” you mumble drowsily, but his touch is insistent, and you find your final resolve melt into exhaustion.

His coat smells faintly of fabric softener as you nuzzle closer.

"One hour until Linkon Station," he informs you. The city lights streak across the window as he adds, almost too softly for you to hear. "Rest well."

You muster up the final strength to speak, the weight of sleep making it hard to form any sounds- “Wha'bou you Zayne-”

You hear a faint sound, maybe a huff of air akin to a laugh.

“Stop trying to speak. Just sleep,”

He presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head, and you relent, letting him hold you close as the train rattles on.

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CALEB

Caleb's footsteps thud closer as he finds you sprawled, asleep, on the yoga mat. He drops a bag of convenience store snacks on the coffee table before kneeling next to you.

"Meditating or having an early night?" he teases, poking your side.

You startle, and you swat at him- but he pins your arm down effortlessly. "Cute."

“I got tired waiting for you to come back, it's 10pm!”

“And who was it that requested snacks at 9:30?” He asks, leaning in and reaching to tickle you.

“Ca-caleb! Hey-” You squirm, and his grin turns sharper as he watches you.

"Alright now, pipsqueak," he says slowly, his tickling morphing into a soft grip on your arm. “Stop that before I decide to do something else with you-”

“You're the one trying to tickle m-” Your retort dies as he presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“I'm serious. Don't let me get sidetracked,” he murmurs as he pulls back reluctantly. He hauls you up in one smooth motion, scooping you into his arms and settling you onto the couch.

“Snacks, delivered as promised.” He tosses you a pack of grape gummies with a wink.

You catch it and open the packet, handing one to him. “And what if I want you to get sidetracked?”

He pauses, a hand lightly guiding your wrist as he leans down in front of you, his eyes losing their playful glimmer. His lips brush your fingertips as he eats the gummy.

Then he sits next to you.

“Come here,” he says, voice low as he pulls you in. “Napping while I get you snacks, then not wanting snacks or a nap and asking me to get sidetracked instead… pipsqueak, you're spoiled rotten,”

“It's someone's fault, not mine-”

He kisses you, letting you taste the candy as he deepens the kiss.

Spoiled rotten, indeed.

[urfavnewgirl]

you're in your polka dot pajamas, sheets freshly changed, nestled into your queen sized bed, book in hand. to any fleeting observer, the sight of you, face bare, skin glowing from recently applied moisturizer, would likely suggest a state of utter relaxation.

if that fleeting observation turned into a long-lasting one, however, the suggestion would instantaneously transform into one of nervousness.

it starts with your fingers, twitching around the spine of the novella resting atop your lap. next is your profile itself, furrowed brows, your eyes fixated on the same sentence for far too long.

so yes, you may seem calm at first glance, but you're not, and your discomfort shows in a melange of micromovements, one matching your interior chaos. the entangled mess in your brain, running over millions of scenarios, all involving him. in pain. bleeding. alone. he, who has been hurt so many times, you've lost count.

you sigh, run a hand over your face in a desperate attempt to ease your worries. sit up straight, tug the hood of his sweater further down. it's nearing midnight now, no sign of him. more reading it is, then, or pretending to, at least.

until you hear the ever familiar sound of a window opening an hour later, and he stands on the opposite side of it. tossing the book aside at a speed that would drive publishers mad with fury, you stumble off the bed.

hands grip his shoulders, push him into the bathroom before he has any time to react. “i'm putting a tracker in your head.”

he leans against the sink, looking at you with a mix of fatigue, amusement and something you can't quite place. “hello to you too, sweetheart.”

“are you okay? did you get hurt?”

"i'm fine."

“take off your shirt.”

“take me to dinner first.”

you glare at him. he takes off his shirt. when your gaze meets his bare skin, you're relieved not to discover any possible new scars. “you have a scratch on your face. i need to clean it.”

he doesn't protest, not when you rummage through the first aid kit, and especially not when the softness of your fingertips comes in contact with his left cheekbone in the gentlest of movements. not when you treat him in a way that transforms even the sting of antiseptic into a feeling of love. of care. he can't even be mad at the hello kitty band aid you top it all off with.

“there. now take a shower. i'm not dealing with the sweat of a man on my new linen sheets.”

“and here i thought we had something.”

you scoff. “fresh clothes are laid out on the washing machine, you big baby.”

“you forgot something, though.”

“what? are your legs inju-”

he grins, steals a brief kiss, purposefully prodding his sweaty fingers into the fat of your cheeks, and the bathroom door shuts before you can react to anything. 

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it doesn't take long for the mattress to dip slightly, and you relax as soon as you feel him behind you. a pair of strong arms wraps around your middle, pulling you into a comfortable embrace. somehow, he manages to stay warm, even after spending the dreary nights of gotham winter outside.

when your hands rest atop his, his fingers engulf yours, rugged skin across a pattern of smoothness. he leans forward, kisses your shoulder, nuzzles his chin into your space. it is only when he's this close to you, no room for secrets left, that he allows himself peace. 

“love you, jay.”

too fatigued for a verbal answer, you merely feel his grip tighten in response, but it's enough for you.

if an observer passed by the two of you this very instant, no matter how long their glance may last, they would be able to identify solely one thing: tranquility.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Logan dating a reader who’s a virgin and he introduces her to making out and she’s addicted she loves making out with him sitting on his lap or him on top of her

thanks for requesting 💌 part 2

PATIENCE.

logan howlett x fem!reader

wc. 496 warnings. suggestive mentions but no actual sex involved bc didn't sound like that was wanted in ask??

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Originally, Logan had thought that the introduction of making out would be a way to dip your toes into all things intimate — for it to be a natural stepping stone to lead into something more. Though, honestly, in a way it backfired on him seeing as it was all you ever wanted to do.

Once you established a pattern and familiarised yourself with said pattern, making out became a lot less daunting and a lot more comfortable. Within no time at all, you grew to love the feel of his tongue on yours, to love the way his lips would engulf yours like a man starved. To you, it felt as if there was nothing more intimate, and that nothing much could quite top it. Truly, it was addicting. You could never get enough.

Logan’s back sluggishly rests against the headboard and you sit atop his lap, perching upon your favourite seat like it had your name on it. Like always, what had started a simple, quick couple of kisses and turned into something much more deep and urgent.

One of your hands holds the back of his head, your other rests atop his shoulder — fingers slotted in the crook of his neck. While your needy touches remain solely on his head region, his urgent pawing resides on your hips. Ansty touches desperate and keen for more.

You could feel him harden against you, cock growing impatient as it bumps up against your cunt in your pyjama bottoms. He knew you were aware of its somewhat alien presence, he could tell by your muffled, hitched breathing, even by the way your hips would awkwardly firm when guided towards his chub on.

He pulls back to flicker over your face as if to assess you, gaze darting between your eyes like he was trying to figure you out essentially. There's something tentative behind your eyes, something unsure but he can only look for so long before you’re leaning back in to close the distance between you — hungrily rekindling mouths once again.

Logan could sense that maybe you just weren’t there yet, not quite ready, so she shifts you away from his hardened cock. Directing you away from it. But it wasn’t like you were afraid of sex itself, sure the idea of it was daunting, especially with your boyfriend's endowed, considerable size. But rather that you simply just enjoyed where you are at the moment: making out and familiarising yourselves with each other's bodies between clothes. That was hot to you, that got you going for now. 

Though there was a small, gnawing part of you that did in fact want more, that questioned if it would be as good as you always wanted it to be, or if it would be as bad as you expected it to be.

And with Logan’s patience and lack of forceful urgency on the matter, you knew in your heart you made the right choice with him as your first.

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[lazysoulwriter]

sleepy backpack. - pedro pascal. ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: fluff, cuddles, height difference, soft tummy rubs, sleepy pedro, domestic love, established relationship

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it’s late.

the sheets are warm. the room is still. the kind of silence that only exists when you’ve both run out of things to say — not because you’re distant, but because you’ve said enough.

now, it’s all quiet love.

you’re tucked in behind him, bare legs tangled with his, one arm wrapped around his middle, palm splayed over his soft tummy. your face is nestled between his shoulder blades.

you’re shorter — by a lot — and he could absolutely engulf you if he rolled over.

but right now?

you’re the one holding him.

he lets out a deep, slow exhale. completely relaxed. completely safe.

“you’re comfy,” you murmur into his back, fingers tracing circles over his chest.

he chuckles — a soft, sleepy sound. “i feel like i’m wearing a lil backpack.”

you giggle, squeezing him tighter. “you love it.”

“i do,” he mumbles. “best accessory i’ve ever had.”

you press a kiss to his shoulder blade.

he shifts just slightly, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles, then lets it fall gently over his chest again.

you keep rubbing — slow, soothing patterns over his sternum and stomach — and his breathing starts to even out. his body melts deeper into the mattress.

he mumbles something half-coherent: “don’t let go.”

“never,” you whisper.

and then he’s out.

safe in your arms, your sleepy, cuddly, overgrown man — your favorite oversized passenger, snoring quietly while you play the role of the tiniest, coziest jetpack he’s ever had.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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