#and i'm so so weak i love you sleeping 💕💕💕

[chanrizard]

i know i should be training my body to wake up at 7am considering that's what i'll have to do for the foreseeable future if i want to get to work on time but i have a week of shifts in the afternoon only and the temptation to snore til 10am is so so strong............,

[muqingslover]

Your latest fic destroyed me (in the best possible way, im weak to angst) and I've been binge reading the other stuff you have here in order to console myself lol (love it all btw!!)

What I wanted to ask is, what features do you think lads' kids would inherit from them? In the case of the guys that want kids ofc. I have this hc that Caleb's genes are stubborn af, and all his kids have his eye colour copy paste. (If you're open to requests, that is!!)

[ Thank you for your kind words anon! 💕💕 I'm always happy to hear that you guys enjoy my work! For those who are curious, this is the fic anon is referring to!

Your request ended being quite short though bc there really wasn't much for me to elaborate (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ I've mentioned before I don't see some of the boys with children, but I did them anyway for you to make up for the length! ]

⊹ His physical traits gene is like a Russian roulette, but his personality genes are unbeatable.

⊹ If Xavier was to have children they'd be as sleepy and clingy as their father.

⊹ They miiiight get his hair color, but the rest? A carbon copy of you.

⊹ I also feel like his children would be really whiny in a super cute, not annoying-toddler way.

⊹ The most adorable puppy eyes and pouty face. It feels impossible to say no to them.

⊹ The strongest genes known to man.

⊹ His children are literal copy-paste of himself. White hair, red eyes, dragon traits, ECT.

⊹ They however have your personality plus are also very, very high energy.

⊹ He absolutely adores them of course, but Sylus would ask to keep trying until he gets a mini version of yourself. What can he say, he loves you.

⊹ Oh and they're super high maintenance, much more than most kids. The twins do very little to actually help and just add to the chaos for most part.

⊹ The perfect balance of the two of you.

⊹ The little girl would have his green eyes with your hair and is just gorgeous.

⊹ The personality is a mix of both, except she is as smart as her father.

⊹ If you're an extroverted then she might be more outgoing compared to Zayne, though still enjoys sitting and playing by herself.

⊹ Annoying father = Annoying children.

⊹ Okay okay I'm joking! Kind of. The children all get his purple hair and dramatic flair.

⊹ And that my friends results in the little ones and their dad to butt heads all the damn time.

⊹ The only person they listen to is mommy, including Rafayel.

⊹ The mermaid lineage is also very strong so invest in a much bigger bathtub and prepare your heart for the water bill.

⊹ I totally agree with you that this man's genes are very stubborn.

⊹ You get a literal duplicate of him when that sweet little boy is born, personality and all.

⊹ This extends to his obsession with his mama and their silly banter over who gets to cuddle you to sleep. (He lets the little one wins because his heart is weak)

⊹ Personally though? Caleb wants a perfect mix of the two of you if you're willing to keep trying.

[tarotbyjam24]

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While channeling these thoughts I felt as if I was being a chicken when you two were talking 😭 because like tell me why am I here while you two are talking in your bed cuddling eachother and laughing dearly 🫠

Pile एक

I think every woman wants a man to look her in the eyes, caress her cheek and tell her to take her fucking pant*es off...

You know you're fuc*ed when their voice turns you on.

When you're so turned on that you can't even think or talk.When all you want is to feel that body against yours.

Date someone you can have rough s*x with and deep conversations with whether it's two in the morning or two in the afternoon.

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Pile दो

Getting fu*ked to sleep every night by the love of my life is what I deserve tbh.

When their gentle side makes you weak & their dominant side makes you w*t.

Casual s*x is dead.I wanna fu*k you and feed you and care for you and support your goals and do shit with you and help you out and nap with you dammit!

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Pile तीन

I like that "morning baby" kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of s*x, lots of ki*sing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

Every person deserves to wake up in bed next to a man\woman that is happy to see her\him\them beside him\her\their , that kisses her\him\them in spite of morning breath, and can't get out of bed before making love to her\him \ them again.

It's easy to take off your clothes and have s*x. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams... that is being nak*d.

I'm sorry but s*x will never be enough just for me to stick around. I need my soul fed. Spiritual growth. Teach me. Mold me. Guide me. Talk to me. Love me. Connect with me and UNDERSTAND ME

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Pile चार

Intimacy is such a huge fucking turn on. Not just physical intimacy but the kind where someone lets you in their mind. The closeness of being mentally, emotionally and energetically connected is hot.

I like that "morning baby" kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

Forget about sleeping together. The real question is, can you still love her\him\them when she\he \they is\are overthinking, sending you 10 messages in a row because she\he\they need(s) reassurance? Can you support her\him\them when she\he\they is\are anxiously making sure she\he \they still wanted, and that you won't leave her\him\them when times get tough? Real love is about being there through her\his\their insecurities, calming her \him \ them fears, and proving that your commitment is strong. It's about showing her\him\them that she\he \they is\are loved and valued, even when she\he \they feel(s) most unsure and vulnerable.

You can be a genuine, loyal, and good-hearted person. AND YOU CAN ALSO BE A DIRTY, H*RNY, LITTLE S*X MONSTER. They are not mutually exclusive.

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[hanafubukki]

I binged your Lilia with a baby daughter and I couldn't get enough. Can you imagine if General Lilia gets yeeted into that timeline and he finds out that not only did his future self marry a human but also actually have a child with her. If current timeline Half Faces are already kinda rare so imagine from his time where he's at war with them. Also how Lilia's little girl interacting with her Papa (who isn't really her Papa but also isn't lmao) Also, MC who he is married to. I just wanna see his Tsun Tsun ass be flustered but confused lmao. Ok, thank youuu!

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Hello Anonie 🌺🌷🌻

I'm happy that you enjoyed them anonie! I had a blast writing them. 🌟💚

Ohhhh Anonie you guys know how to hit my weak spots 😂💕💜 Babies, General Lilia, time travel shenanigans oh my 🤣💚 You and me 🤝 wants to see General Lilia tsun tsun butt be flustered mwah chef kiss.

General Lilia being sent to the future is a curse and a blessing...depending on who you ask 😂 jkjk

Just thinking about it and I just?? Love the thought of General Vanrouge meeting a new born baby or up to a 1 year old. Something about him just holding her with these awkward hands just has me so soft 😩🥹

But then I also think our Lilia might be possessive and go ‘My Baby’ on him, even though that’s literally himself 🤣

I have so many thoughts sooo many on how General Vanrouge’s reaction to Malleus and Silver could go, and even Sebek. But more so on Malleus and Silver. Also his reaction to his future self too, you know??

In reverse, our Lilia’s reaction to his past self. It can go many ways as well. Depending on how General Vanrouge reacts. Papa instincts ✨

But we’ll skip that because this ask is about baby and General Vanrouge ✨✨

A part of me thinks that our Lilia is going to just yeet the baby at his past self. Deja vu right?? Don’t worry, he knows himself and knows the General will catch the little one.

After flicking Lilia on the forehead for his actions and letting Mal and Sil deal with him, you go to the General who’s frozen. He caught her of course, but he seems stumped on what to do.

You can’t blame him really. After being in war and seeing and dealing with what he has. This peace and quiet must be new, not to mention being in the future.

So you go to him and as gently as possible, making sure to not frighten him, move his hands so he’s more comfortably holding the baby.

Unknown to him, but his eyes softened as the little one curled into him while making cooing noises. You know your Lilia is taking a bunch of pictures.

“See? You’re a natural.”

He looks at you in disbelief but you can see the amazement in them too.

You tell him how he has no choice but to hold the baby now because she will cry if you move her from her new favorite spot. He flusters a bit at that.

Time goes on, General Vanrouge wears casual clothing and hangs up his armor temporarily after Lilia had a talk with him. His weapon is with him, you all understand why. His need to protect what’s his is engraved even though he doesn’t see it yet.

[Sometimes you see your Lilia looking at the armor. His eyes mixed with emotions. You simply lay your head on his shoulder; he kisses your hand]

The General gets attached to your daughter. She babbles at him and pulls at his hair. He tries not to flinch. For someone who was against raising kids, the General doesn’t say anything when your daughter stuffs his hair into her mouth or drools on him as she sleeps.

Lilia’s proud, “that’s my girl!” is often heard.

At one point, you take pity on him. You take a hairbrush, running it carefully through his hair before tying it in a high bun. You fondly roll your eyes at the pout your Lilia has before taking your daughter to feed. For the General’s sake, you chose not to comment on his flustered expression.

Our Lilia is repeatedly saying “spoilers” which irritates the General whenever he asks a question. You get why it’s frustrating but the scene is rather funny and your baby girl’s laughter agrees with you.

“I won’t have you ruining my future! I’ll have you know I wouldn’t change anything for the happiness I have now, so you have to be patient.”

Malleus and Silver both have the sweetest smile. They know exactly what he means.

The General watches how his future self acts. You can see the slight scowl and twitch of his eyebrow. He’s questioning his whole existence.

What surprises you is his question to you.

“Are you sure you want to be married to that?”

“Hey!”

You laugh softly, tenderly tucking a stray strand behind his ear, “Yes. He’s you, isn’t he?”

The smile you give him then has him falling deeper unbeknownst to him.

Anabskdkds okay, but why am I the one flustered now?? Qbskwjwjejr 😂💞🥰

Ahhhhh this was longer than I expected but I had so many ideas and I wanted to especially include that last one 🥹💞

Thank you for sending this in Anonie 😭💚 Currently screaming into a pillow and rolling in bed. Ahhhhh 💞💞💞💚💚

[jhoneybees]

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Here's a cute little blurb, you lovelies 💕

Characters: Late 60s!Elvis X little! reader

Warnings/triggers: Little lifestyle, age regression

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Sometimes when Elvis and you go to bed, it would be a bit of a challenge when you're little, especially when you're in a talkative mood which tonight's one of those nights.

“Alright, Comfortable?” Elvis asks as he sets your favourite stuffie beside you after making sure things are good for you, you nod “All good!” reaching your arms out from under the blanket, doing grabby hands making him chuckle.

“I'm comin’ I'm comin” he reassures, walking over to his side of the bed and climbing in under the covers, wrapping an arm under you to bring you closer to him earning a small giggle from you. “What's so funny?” tickling your side slightly.

Your small squeals erupt “ ‘m ticklish Daddy!” pushing your fists against his side in a weak attempt to make him stop, he chuckles and moves his hand. “Okay, Okay” Elvis replaces the tickling to rubbing your back and he smiles lovingly as he looks down at your pretty face.

“I love you, y’ know that?”

He hums as you respond by nuzzling your head against his chest. His hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face, being given the sight of that sweet, innocent, child-like spark in your eyes. His eyes soften “My beautiful sweet girl…” lifting both of his hands to cup your face just below the jaw, leaning in to pepper your face with his famous kisses, giving you the last one on your nose..

“Get your beauty sleep, Honey… ” he mumbles tiredly, you nod against his chest and you close your eyes.

. . .

“Daddy…” you whisper, earning a deep hum from Elvis. “Me and Jerry had a lot of fun today” he breathes out “Is that so?” with a grin on his face, you smile “Mhm! We…we drew really pretty pictures and- and had a tea party with all my friends and..” Elvis’ grin widens knowing that these friends of yours were the plushies that he would give you whenever he came back from tour.

“And we went out in the garden! I took Hoppie with me too but I dropped her in a muddy puddle” your eyes and voice trailing off before looking up at Elvis “She’s ok though, Jer said that giving her a wash in the washing machine wouldn’t hurt” making him crack another smile.

“Mhm, sounds like you did have fun today” letting a small yawn before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair “You must be tired, baby hm?”saying that in hopes that would get you to snuggle up and fall asleep, your head moves slightly against his chest “mmm, not yet- oh! We picked pretty flowers too! Roses and- and uhm hydran- hydran…”

Letting out another yawn, Elvis rubs his face with his free hand “Hydrangea?” beginning to lightly scratch your scalp “Hydrangea! Yeah so-” a quiet, tired chuckle fills your ears “Honey, let’s go to sleep hm? Daddy had a long day” combing his hand through his hair, Elvis lowers his eyes to your doll ones “But I didn’t tell you about-”

“Ya can tell me tomorrow baby” he says with a southern drawl. Rolling onto his side and bringing you in closer with his almost limb arms because of how tired he is “Goodnight darlin’” making sure to place a peck upon your head.

Sighing softly as his chin rests on top of your head, his eyes fluttering closed “I want milk”

“Oh Honey-”

[moonyysgirl]

GIRLLLL, I'm utterly obsessed with the dealer!Remus agenda, we absolutely need more

ahhh! im so glad you like my fav version of rem!!💕💕💕 im so sorry for making you wait this long but it's finally here! enjoy😘🫶🏻

I've been missing you lately - Remus Lupin x reader

paring; remus x fem!dealer summary; it's been weeks, and remus and reader couldn't see each other for a while, when they finally meet again, remus wants to show reader how much he missed her cw; smut, dealer!remus, soft!dom remus, cocky!remus, switch dynamics if you squint, built up sexual frustration pt 1; pt 2; pt 4

Weeks had passed since that last hookup with remus, and you couldn't bear it anymore. After days and days of built up sexual frustration you felt like you were going crazy. And also, you kinda missed him. You missed his hands, his lips, his body in general really; you missed getting high with him and, more than anything, you missed the feeling of his touch on you.

You got sick with a flu after the party (maybe the bare legs in October weren't the best idea after all), and then there was halloween weekend, that you spent with different people. Then he was suspended again for smoking in the bathrooms, and since then you spent hours and hours thinking about him, looking at the clock, counting the days that separated you from him.

One night, you couldn't sleep and you felt like you were losing your mind, so you impulsively decided to text him. You just wrote "I've been missing you lately", hoping that it would make you feel lighter.

You woke up the next morning with still no response from him. You immediately felt yourself fill with regret and embarrassment, and you prayed that he would forget that text and never mention it again.

The next day, you were late for your 11.00 am class, so you were actually in a rush when you saw him. He was walking lazily in the empty hallways, a cigarette placed behind his ear, messy hair covering his forehead, his chin hidden inside the collar of his zipped up air breaker.

His tired eyes were the only visible thing, they seemed huge, surrounded by dark circles. Those eyes made your legs weak. He was more handsome than you remembered and as he noticed you, you felt your heart rate increasing.

"Y/n" he smiled, his face lit up, you felt butterflies fill up your guts. You smiled too "hi" "what are you up to on this lovely morning?" you shrugged "just late for chem" "yeah, me too" he said shrugging

You then remembered you had chemistry together. "We should really get going then" you smiled nervously fastening your pace "or.." Remus interrupted you. You looked at him, a mischievous smile was painting his lips "What if we skipped?"

You sighed, looking at the clock, if you wanted to avoid another late report you had to get going. Now, and quickly. But on the other hand...ugh! no! you couldn't. "I really shouldn't" you mumbled, biting your lip "well, that's a shame, cause I just restocked my stash" he winked, you smiled sadly, "I really wish I could"

Remus sighed, then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders "but" he whispered "you said you were missing me", you could hear the smile in his voice. You suddenly blushed, his warm breath on your ear giving you goosebumps.

You looked at him, your eyes locked, your heart was beating faster. His gaze wandered on your figure, a cocky smile formed on his lips. "Don't you wanna spend time with me?" you bit your lips, looked at your shoes.

Your mom would've been so disappointed if she knew, but you couldn't help it. "Okay, let's go" the words escaped from your mouth before you could stop them. You started walking towards the exit, as Remus followed you smiling. It was November, but the school parking lot was drowned in warm sunlight.

Remus unlocked his car and opened the door for you "your carriage is here", he joked. You shook your head amused, secretly realizing you were missing him so bad cause he really filled your dull days with warmth.

He drove away fast, and you didn't know if it was for his fear of being caught or for an excitement similar to yours. "Aren't you just back from suspension?" he shrugged "well, I guess..." you chuckled "maybe skipping class was a bold move"

He laughed "but i'm a bad boy!" you rolled your eyes, teasing him, he laughed "what? I'm not believable am I? I knew it" "but why you do this stuff then" you asked "cause I want to I guess"

You chuckled "this response isn't reasonable at all" he looked at you smiling "it is very reasonable to prefer a smoke sesh with a sexy girl to a boring ass chem lesson actually" you looked away, your face immediately blushing.

A thing about Remus was: he always knew how to get you flustered, and you could tell that he enjoyed it, as he kept driving with a fake nonchalance, biting his lips to refrain them from smiling.

"Where are we going by the way?" you asked, changing the topic "where my stash is" "which is?" he smiled "my room dummy" you blushed again "and also my parents aren't home" he added, in a lower tone, your legs squirmed together, in a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Anyway, how was your week?" you shrugged "fine I guess, nothing really happened" "with your ex?" your breath hitched "he texted me a couple of times, but that was pretty much it" Remus stayed silent for a while, his veiny hands steady on the wheel, his slender fingers tapping lightly on it "did you answer?"

"No, I didn't" Remus exhaled, then smiled "he's such a jerk" he mumbled, you chuckled "yeah, tell me about it" Remus turned to look at you, you lowered your gaze, Remus grasped your chin, brushed a strand of hair behind your ear "stop covering behind your hair" you blushed, butterflies filling your stomach

His gaze went back to the road, his palm falling nonchalantly on your naked thigh. You immediately got goosebumps. Your heart rate increased. You started biting at your nails. You were only then realizing how much you missed that touch. Those cold hands.

As Remus continued driving he started caressing your skin, drawing patterns on it mindlessly. You held your breath as you squirmed your thighs together, already feeling your arousal pool into your panties. It was strange to be in the same place as him again, to feel his touch on you again, and god, how you had missed it.

You were so into your head you almost didn't realize you had arrived. Remus pulled into his driveway, he got out of the car and went to open your door, you smiled at him as he helped you out, your hands touched for a second. You could literally feel the electricity spark between the two of you.

His house was surprisingly clean and tidy, it smelled like air freshener. You looked around curious. "Yeah, my mom is a real cleaning freak" Remus said while taking off his shoes and jacket, you did the same. "Come, let's go to my room" You followed him upstairs.

Is room, unlike the rest of the house, was for sure exactly how you imagined it. Messy and undeniably his. There were books everywhere: on the floor, splayed on the desk, on his nightstand. The walls were decorated with posters of indie rock bands. There was a Persian carpet on the floor and a strong smell of incense, mixed with weed. His room smelled like him, and you liked it.

His bed was unmade, the navy sheets crumpled on it. "Uhm...yeah..sorry for the mess" he said tidying the comforter awkwardly. Remus sat on the carpet, so you did the same. You awkwardly sat in front of him, pulling your plaid skirt longer, trying to cover yourself. Remus looked at you smiling.

"Okay, let's smoke this bowl" he announced opening his closet. He pulled out a glass bong and some weed. You chuckled at the sight "wow, so classy" his bong was neon green and alien shaped "yeah...I didn't have the best taste in decor at fifteen" he chuckled before sitting back down, starting to align everything.

You watched him prepare the bowl. His hands were quick and precise, his movements effortless and skilled. He looked so damn hot when he did those things, his brows crouched in a focused expression, his slender fingers moving fast. He put the weed on the brazier, and he took a long hit.

You watched the smoke getting sucked in, from his mouth to his nose, and then out again, surrounding him in a thick white cloud. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, you had forgot how hard it was to be in his presence, and how every movement of his hands, every twitch of his face made your legs weak.

He took another drag, and you watched him biting your lips. The room was already filling up with smoke, intoxicating you, making you light headed. You looked at him, and you felt the sudden impulse to kiss him. To skip all that small talk part and just go for it. You were shaking with anticipation and you couldn't bear the electricity in the room anymore. For once, you stopped thinking and you just went with it, listening to your body.

A rush went through your stomach as you grabbed his face and kissed him hard, eagerly. He chuckled on your lips, taken by surprise "you really were missing me huh" you bit his lower lip, teasing him. He moaned softly, you chuckled too "well, apparently I wasn't the only one". He smiled, the kiss quickly became sloppy and desperate.

Remus grabbed your waist, pressing his cold fingers into your skin, biting your neck, lowering you on the carpet under him. His body inclosed yours completely, pressing into you, your hips bucked into his, as he groped your thighs and wrapped them around him.

"So you missed me huh?" he teased, you whined, Remus snickered "I'll take that as a yes "when I read your text..." Remus kept whispering into your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe. "...I thought about you..." you wrapped your legs tighter, your core getting warmer.

"...All alone, in that bed of yours..." he whispered, his erection pressed to your core, grinding on it slowly "...thinking about me" you bit your lips. "What did you thought about, huh?" he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face "did you thought about the feeling of my fingers on your skin?" he caressed your thigh slowly, lightly, making you squirm.

"My fingers near to your core?" his hand slid under your skirt, caressing your inner thigh "getting closer" he whispered, his fingers grazed your panties "and closer" he continued softly, as his index finger pulled your panties to the side, your breath caught in your throat.

His slender fingers grazed your folds, then slid through them, collecting your arousal, he smiled, his eyes were getting darker, wider. He licked his lips while grinning "oh baby" he kissed your temple "you're already so soaked for me" you whimpered, flustered. Remus pouted mocking you "poor baby" he said in a condescending tone "missed Rem so much".

You bit your lip, then palmed his bulge, you saw his smile getting fainter, his Adam's apple going up and down, "didn't Rem miss me tho?" you teased. Your hand got tighter, Remus closed his eyes shut, his mouth opening in a silent moan, "I did" he whispered with a shaky breath, you smiled. "I missed you so much" he repeated, grinding on your lap.

"I missed your perfume" you giggled as Remus kissed your neck, giving you the tingles "and your taste" he sucked the soft skin, biting it, leaving marks. "Matter of fact" his lips curved into that mischievous grin again "I wanted to show you how bad I missed your taste" he sat up, you tried doing the same "no, no baby stay back" he said softly, his open palm pressed on your lower stomach, your legs squirming together, slightly shaking.

Remus smiled again, his gaze softened, almost looking like a puppy for a second "here baby, take a hit of this" he said, passing the bong to you. He lit you an hit, you inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly. Your brain got immediately fuzzier, your legs weaker, your stomach warmer.

Remus lifted your shirt a little, trailing little kisses down your stomach, to the hem of your skirt, Remus looked at you, smiling again "I fear this is getting in the way" you bit your lips, your shaky fingers going to unbutton it. Remus helped you took it off, then started kissing your abdomen again.

You inhaled sharply when he kissed the inner of your thigh, sucking it softly. As Remus grazed the hem of your panties with his teeth, you immediately felt your heart skip a bit, you squirmed "wait, Rem" he stopped, looked at you "Is it okay?" you put your arm over your eyes, flustered and scared.

"Honey...what is it?" you shook your head "its just that-" you sighed "I'm so scared" you whispered, Remus grabbed your arm, removed It from your face and then kissed your temple again "don't be, I just want to show you how much I missed you" you closed your eyes "It'll feel so good baby I promise" you bit your lip "can I baby? can I make you feel good?"

You bit your lip again, then nodded. Remus grinned, he lowered your panties slowly, pulling them down your legs, moving your feet to take them off. You held your breath at the feeling of chill air on your suddenly exposed core, you tried to squirm your legs, your eyes closed shut.

"No baby, don't do that" said Remus massaging the inner of your thigh, caressing them in a reassuring way "don't be embarrassed" he kissed your cheek "you're hot as fuck, I promise" he whispered into your ear. His voice felt far, the smoke filling the room was getting to your head. Your legs finally fell open.

Remus smiled, and started kissing your skin slowly again, lower and lower, until he reached your inner thigh. You were slightly shaking "I missed you so much" he whispered before grabbing your thighs, spreading them open, and licking a stripe up to your core, sucking the clit lightly.

You immediately felt yourself melt, a loud moan escaped your lips, this time you knew you wouldn't been able to hold them back. It was too much already. Remus started licking deeper, sucking harder, and you started to lose your mind completely. "Mh" Remus groaned "you're so fucking soaked" you could feel the slick drip down your thighs, you shivered, Remus went deeper inside you.

Your head was spinning and the knot in your lower stomach was getting tighter and tighter, your skin covered in goosebumps. "You taste so good" he whined, you rolled your eyes back. "Take another hit for me baby, come on" you reached for the bong with shaky hands "you'll feel it so much more intensely" he said, lighting it up for you.

You took another hit, and when you laid down on that carpet you could actually feel like you were merging with it. You moaned loudly as Remus finger started drawing slow circles on your clit, and you were suddenly unable to form thoughts anymore.

"Rem- I- I won't be able to- to hold it in much longer" you mumbled, stuttering. Remus chuckled "of course you won't" his voice sent vibrations to your core, adding to the pleasure. Your fingers tightened around his curls, pulling them lightly. You bucked your hips onto him.

"Are you gonna come?" "mhm" you whined, unable to keep your eyes open. Remus squeezed your thighs tighter "you're gonna look at me know" you tried but your head felt so heavy, Remus stopped, your hips bucking into nothing. You whined. "You have to look at me baby" he repeated, his fingers pressing hard into your thighs.

You squinted, looking at him with half lidded eyes. He was so hot. His shaggy hair stuck on his forehead in sweaty chunks of ashy curls. His mouth and chin were slick with your arousal. His cheeks burning red. You sighed "oh baby, what is it?" he mumbled against your lips, kissing you.

You whimpered again "can't even keep your eyes open can you?" he pouted, caressing your cheek. "But you're gonna have to make a last little effort baby, okay?" you nodded, and looked at him going down on you. You were scared and embarrassed, but, oh, the vision of Remus eating you out was heavenly.

His eyes were the only visible thing, his forehead covered by his hair, his mouth deep into you. But those eyes. They were so big, his pupils so dark. Those eyes were unsettling, and so hot, surrounded by his dark circles. Those eyes were hungry, lustful, you wanted to drown into his pupils.

He smiled on you "cum for me baby, come on" you moaned, shaking harder. "Come on my face beautiful" he said, circling your clit sloppily with his thumb. That finally sent you over the edge, making you cum with a strangled scream, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. The sensation was so intense, you were shaking and squirming around Remus.

He grabbed your wrists, restraining your mobility, holding them tightly, and as the pleasure started to overwhelm you, you felt hot tears streaming from your eyes. Remus finally stopped, then, still slick with your arousal, he kissed you on the mouth, suffocating your sobs.

"You did so good for me baby" you whimpered at the praise, Remus took you into his arms "you tasted heavenly " he groaned kissing you "addictive" he mumbled. Your head was spinning, and you kept kissing him more, and more.

Remus helped you put your panties on again, and button your skirt up. As you finally came down from your high, Remus brushed your hair out of your face, fixed them, and dried your tears with his thumbs "oh baby" he repeated, pouting "so messy for me", you blushed.

You tried to return him the favor but he stopped you, "we're gonna miss the 12.00 class" you chuckled "I thought you were a bad boy" he grinned "I am...I showed you just know, didn't I?" you blushed again. He pressed his lips into yours, then he gave you the bong.

"C'mon, take this with you" he said "we're gonna smoke on the way" he winked at you, grabbing your hand and going downstair. You followed him, still shaky, your legs feeling like jello.

Remus opened the door for you, you smiled, as you sat with the bong in your lap "Skipping classes? smoking on the way to school? lupin...I'm starting to think you might be a bad influence". He snickered "oh, I definitely am"

His hand fell on your thigh again "but I know how to make you a shaking helpless mess everytime" he whispered to your ear, squeezing your thigh. You squirmed, your cheeks getting red, your lips closing shut, unable to respond. Remus started the car, holding back a smile while looking at the road.

[kneazle]

More of the tsunami fic! Probably the weakest part (in my opinion) but I believe we're coming to a close with this soon maybe one more part? 😊 again thank you to everyone whose shown this love, I appreciate it more than you can imagine 💕

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part 1 • part 2

Tommy breathed heavily, cold seeping into his bones while his skin broke out in a sweat. It was an odd feeling, and one that didn't bode well for him. 

He didn't know how long passed since he lifted them onto the platform. His leg throbbed when there wasn't pain shooting up it, but he could do no more than he already had at the moment, having used his plaid button-up to stop himself from bleeding out like he was. There's no telling if it would hold, but it was something until he could get Jee to safety.

Tommy glanced down at where she was curled into his side and his heart clenched.

He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes for a brief moment. 

Please just let her be okay, please

The air was tense in the engine on the way to the pier. Worried glances were thrown his and Chimney's way but Buck avoided meeting those gazes.

They were on their way back from a quick call when it came in about the tsunami, everyone holding their breaths at the thought of another one. Buck felt their eyes on him and had grinned sadly, a weak joke about at least he wasn't there this time but not fully meaning it as another tsunami meant people hurt, lives lost. 

Until Chimney made a strangled noise from his seat. Choking out that Jee was at the pier with Tommy. That Tommy volunteered to watch her when Maddie got called in for a shift and their normal babysitter couldn't, and was planning on taking her there.

Buck's chest felt empty and constricting at the same time as Chimney spoke on the phone with Maddie for a few seconds. His worry burrowing inside, steadily growing at the sound of their voices. He didn't say a word but shared a look with Chim– yet what right did he have when this was their child? Bile rose in his throat that he pushed down, hands clenching. Jee and Tommy were god knows where and in what state, but Buck would do anything to trade places with them at this moment.

"Uncle Tommy Uncle Tommy!"

Tommy's eyes shot open, blinking rapidly at Jee's shouting and shoves. Fuck. He internally cursed at himself for not staying focused, having felt drowsy– no doubt an infection but there was no time to think more on it.

"Look!" 

He sucked in a breath. A boy of about seven or eight was coming their way yelling and crying for help, holding onto a board that was barely keeping him afloat. Tommy saw this little boy with soaked curls, wet black glasses that slid down his nose– and Tommy turned to Jee, "Stay right there Jee don't move!" He told her quickly.

Tommy jumped back into the water and grunted against the pain as he swam out enough, grabbing for the boy as soon as he was in reach. 

He didn't hesitate to cling to Tommy who held the young boy to him. "I got you buddy, I got you, hang on alright?"

Relief slammed into him so hard when they were all on the platform and Jee didn't move an inch, that Tommy let a tear escape mixing with the wetness of the water. Fear clawed its way in his chest.

"Thank you!" The boy coughed out, body giving a big shiver as his lower lip trembled.

"What's your name kid?" Tommy asked softly. "I'm Tommy and this is my best buddy Jee."

He rubbed at his nose, wiping water from his eyes. "D-Danny."

"Alright Danny, can I know who you came here with?" 

"My b-big brother, he- he got pulled away." Danny whimpered, and Tommy could have cried the way Jee scooted closer, her little hand coming to hold Danny's slightly bigger one.

Tommy wrapped two terrified children in his hold, trying to stay awake and focused on them and not the feeling of his body fighting for sleep with the piercing throbbing pain spreading through him.

Fear wasn't new to him– but this was an entirely new kind of fear he realized.

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1610! Miles comforting reader after she get jealous because of how much he’s been around Gwen and he’s just touching and kissing her in all the right places and makes sure that reader knows that he loves her and only her 🙈💕

Thank you for the great prompt! I had lots of fun writing this. :p <3

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It was truly infuriating.

You hadn’t seen each other in a week due to school work keeping you busy, and there had been a surge of criminal activities in New York, which is why Miles had been occupied most of the time as well.

And now, when the two of you were finally able to hang out again, he kept talking about someone else entirely.

You were lying on the bunk bed in his dorm room, listening to him ramble on about the adventures he had lived through last week.  

“You should have been there, the way Gwen incapacitated the guy was like something out of a movie.” He gesticulated frantically with his hands as he vividly described last night’s care chase.

"That sounds really fascinating," you grumbled.

After hearing your unfazed (and slightly sarcastic) tone, he looked up from his chair. "You don't sound very impressed, though."

How could you have told him that his constant stories and songs of praise about Gwen were starting to annoy the heck out of you?

Jealousy was an ugly emotion. To confess to it was shameful, exposing; you wanted to be the easy-going, cool and confident kind of girlfriend, but Miles was making it really hard for you to not seethe with anger and discontent.

"Everything okay?" he asked, and you avoided his gaze. Lying was easier when you didn’t look him into his eyes. They always were too honest and seemed to notice too much.

"Sure," you said.

He saw through your charade immediately, and climbed onto the bunk bed to be closer to you.  "There's something bothering you. I can tell."

"You can't tell shit," you said before you could stop yourself. There was anger in the pits of your stomach threatening to take over.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Yes.

"No."

"Then why are you frowning like that? It looks like you’re ready to kill someone. It better not be me."

Fuck. Were you really scowling that obviously?

"You and Gwen get along great, huh?”

"We certainly do." He tilted his head. You recognized that look on his face – it was the same one he had when struggling to solve complicated math problems. "Why’d you bring her up?"

"Why do you keep bringing her up?" you snarled. "We weren’t able to have a single conversation in the last few weeks without you mentioning her a dozen times. Not to mention the fact that you spend way more time with her than you do with your actual girlfriend.”

Shoot. Now you had done it; you had shown weakness.

Miles stared at you incredulously. "Wait a minute - are you jealous?"

You crossed your arms and looked pointedly at the ceiling.

"Absolutely not."

"Nuh-huh. That's why you're pouting." He grinned, and his lighthearted reaction only intensified the nauseating feeling of jealousy. "You know, part of me wishes you could come with us when we're patrolling, just so you could witness how much I talk about you when I'm with Gwen. But the other part of me is terrified of you being with us, as it would be incredibly dangerous for a civilian.”

"Yeah." Biting sarcasm. "I'm sure that's what you talk to her about."

"It is!" He scrambled over to you and leaned in close. "You don't have the faintest idea how important you are to me, do you?

"Can’t be that important, judging by your behavior.”

"Not that important!" he repeated indignantly. "I think about you all the time. How you're doing, what you're doing, if you need anything - always. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing when I go to sleep!"

"Well, you sure as hell don’t act like it,” you mumbled.

“What do I have to do to make you believe me?” He brushed an unruly strand of hair from your forehead, and the gentleness of his touch loosened the knot in your stomach the jealousy had caused. You had only recently started dating, so every little touch of his felt all the more exciting.  

You looked at him, and his wide eyes were filled with worry.

“Do you guys have to hang out so much?” you asked reluctantly. “How would you feel if I suddenly spent all of my time with an attractive guy who was single?”

He furrowed his brows. “Well, I wouldn’t be thrilled,” he began slowly. Then he shook his head. “Okay, scratch that, I’d be really pissed.”

You almost laughed. He was just like you.

“Then you know exactly how I feel.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth. "You really have no idea, do you?"

The almost-kiss had distracted you, and it took a moment for you to reply. “No idea about what?” you asked, a little breathless.

"About the things I'd do to make you happy." With a tender gesture, he took your face in his hand and caressed your cheek. "I love you more than anything in this world." The kiss that followed made any doubt you had disappear in an instant. He was telling the truth, that much was evident. “Next time, you can just straight up tell me what’s bothering you. Although I have to say, I kind of like it when you’re acting all jealous and cute.”

“Fuck off,” you said, but it was with a smile. You playfully tried to push him off of you, but he buried his face in your neck.

He was stronger than you, and his weight was pressing against you in a way that made it impossible for you to escape. Not that you wanted to - not when his lips had found your neck and left a sensation so new and good that you couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.

“I love you,” he said, His voice was so full of affection that it warmed your heart. “Only you. Always you. I won’t be patrolling with her as much in the future, I promise.”

At times, you wondered how someone as great as him had ended up with someone like you. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. His eyes shimmered with an amber-like hue; the smile that graced his face was a breathtaking image.

He appeared radiant in the sunlight, and in his presence, you felt a profound sense of peace and trust overcome you.

[mossygirl333]

would you write sleepy cuddles with logan and gn!reader? i love your logan fics💕💕

AN: omg i'm so glad you love my Logan fics!!! Whenever I get fans I literally like-

so thank you smmmm!!! I hope you enjoy!

Logan 'Wolverine' Howlette x GN!reader

Tw/Cw: None!

Heavy exhaustion tugged at him, shoulders dropped down, half-way hunched over. It practically hurt to move, his boots making his feet ache.

He opened the front door, stumbling in and kicking off his boots. Logan's eyes were heavy, barely keeping open as his eyelashes fluttered over his sunspoted skin.

He barely made it up the stairs until he collapsed into bed. Sighing as the familiar smell of you filled his nose, clinging to the sheets and bringing it up to smell.

Familiar hands rest on his broad shoulders. "Logan..?" You softly laugh, bringing your lips down to press against "Long day huh?"

"You wouldn't even know." He chuckles, rolling over with a weak groan. "C'mere...just-" He pauses, blinking slowly up at you. "-hold me for a bit."

You couldn't say no to that. Helping him out of his jeans and shirt till he's just left in a dirty wife beater. Snuggling up close against his side, beefy biceps wrapping around you tightly. He practically melts into you. Face tucked into your chest.

"You smell s'good." His voice is quiet and thick with sleepiness, dragging his nose up and down your jugular. His scruffy skin tickling at your skin, causing a little giggle to bubble up.

"Tickles-" You breathlessly whisper, trying to squirm away. His grip tightened, nuzzling his face in deeper, his fingers coming up to your ribcage. "Logan no-" You squeal as he starts to tickle you.

Laughs erupt from both of you, tangled up in the blanket as he rolls over and pins you down. Kissing at your jaw and temple as he digs his fingers in between the bones. Causing you to kick and writhe, barely able to get a breath in. Your chest hurt, tear filled eyes looking up at him as you gasped and wheezed. "Logan stop!"

He slows down, a smile lingering on his face as his hands rest on your hips. Lips coming down to capture yours. Breathing begins to slow down, syncing up with his. You hum softly, tilting your head to deepen it. His forehead resting against yours as you feel his heavy palm cradle the back of your head.

He pulls away slightly, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Lo."

He settles down heavy on your chest, face tucked into your shoulder as you pull the comforter up and over you both. Sleep tugging at both of your forms, arms lazily thrown over his broad back.

"Goodnight..." You look down.

He's already asleep. Smiling.

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hi! first of all, i wanna say that your writing is so good omg... i'm obsessed with your sephiroth fics, which is why i wanna request smth spicy and sweet like reading in bed together, perhaps? with lots of teasing that eventually ends up in a violent makeout session 😭😭 thank you <3

hi lovely!! thank you so much!🥺 it makes me so happy that you like them and i've been thinking about this ever since you sent this request sghdlkg🫠🥰🩷 thank you so much requesting!! i hope you like it💕 i really enjoyed writing it hehe

sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used

16+ please, heavy making out but nothing explicit

you aren’t sure you’d ever get used to the sight before you but it’s one you would never tire of all the same.

pale skin under dim light that looks as ethereal as starlight and carved from the most precious of marble by the goddess herself, surrounded by a halo of soft silver locks. cat-like eyes that sparkle like a million emeralds in the sea half hidden behind the binds of a book you can’t quite make out the title of with the long fingers that hold it in place. 

it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen any of these things either. sephiroth was always beautiful, chest on display in his uniform, his captivating eyes catching more than a few gazes and you often saw his skilled fingers that hold onto masamune. but it’s not comparable to this; with his back pressed against the headboard, completely shirtless, his arms exposed, the span of his toned stomach on full display and he looks so relaxed. fully and completely without a worry except why you weren’t curled in bed next to him.

a worry you’re quick to ease when, despite how awestruck you feel, you crawl into bed and slot yourself between his awaiting arm and warm chest, opening up your own book as you snuggle against him. his arm around you tightens in turn as if you hadn’t come quite close enough and the gentle press of his lips to the side of your head follows wordlessly. 

though a usual occurrence if you’re being honest, you’re distracted from your book by the man holding you against him. instead of your eyes wandering the words in front of you, they’re focused on the faded scars along sephiroths arm and the veins traveling up his hand that seems about as focused on his book as you are.

his fingers are warm, dipping under your sleep shirt and lightly grazing along your skin in a back and forth motion that makes you break out in goosebumps but it doesn’t feel like a mindless motion when they keep going, sliding ever so slightly under the waistband of your pants and back up again as if to get more of a reaction out of your body.

“is there something i can help you with?” you try to ask it as seriously as you can, trying not to be as heated as you feel just by this simple touch but your voice is full the effects it had left on your heart, and amusement, more than anything else.

you’re sure that not many would describe him as such but his expression is all innocence that you aren’t completely sold on when you swore you saw the upwards tug of his lips for a flash when you looked back up at him.

“what do you mean?” he asks, his tone not giving him away either.

with narrowed eyes, you study his face, your heart undeniably weak to him, and you catch a playful glint in his eyes that he couldn’t suppress when he raises a brow at you. you try to play it off cool, like you didn’t find what you were looking for on his face even though you know he’s doing it on purpose and return to the book you still hadn’t read a word of tonight but before you can get far, sephiroth has captured you in his grasp, your chin between his thumb and index finger. he brings your face back to his and you don’t resist his pull at all.

the world seems to slow as he hold you there, his book resting open on his chest, his thumb moving to glide over your bottom lip that parts at the first feeling of his touch while his index fingers keeps you right here, looking back and up at him with your neck stretched but its no uncomfortable and eyes closed, your face warm and your hearts beating in tandem, awaiting his lips on bated breath.

he finally does kiss you after what feels like far too many heart beats than you could bear without him and it’s tender and slow but devouring in a way that makes you dizzy. sephiroth takes advantage of the way you’ve kept your beautiful lips parted for him and dips his tongue inside, licking into your mouth with no urgency but all the heat that normally accompanies such desire.

but he pulls away before you’re ready, like his cheeks aren’t blushing a light shade of pink and his lips aren’t wet. his next kiss he gives you, right when your eyes open, is far less sensuous but full of just as much love, keeps you from whimpering out in protest and when another follows, even more chaste, your head is left in a fuzzy state that makes you not question when he’s returned to his book and you follow suit.

or at least in the same way you’ve been ‘reading’ since you got into bed with him. and now it would be even more impossible to do so properly. your lips linger with the taste of him, your face still burning with the warmth he drew out of you, and everywhere your bodies touch is tingling, the parts that aren’t aching for the same.

unfair, you think with a pout, stealing a glance at him and seeing he now looks completely unaffected and concentrated on his book, though you have no doubt he knows you are staring at him. 

you don’t know how long passes until you decide you can be unfair too. if it’s seconds or minutes before you’re closing your book and placing it on your nightstand, not even bothering to mark the page, and when you turn back around, the bed dips as you crawl on top of him with your legs straddling his.

he chuckles when your eyes meet, the sound making your chest flutter, and then closes his book too, letting you see all of his pretty features, and leaving it forgotten on the bed next to him.

a millisecond from when his book touches the mattress, so does your back and before the world even stop spinning in how quickly he moved you, sephiorth has a hold of your wrists and is pinning them above your head with one hand, using his other arm to keep his full weight from crushing you. your legs are still straddling him, spread wide and nearly resting on the sides of your chest that rise and fall with quick breaths, like you’re prey caught entirely by its predator.

you try to stop the little gasp that leaves your lips when he leans down, putting just a bit more of his weight on you, his hair falling over you both like a curtain of moonlight, your hips flush as his lips find your neck but he doesn’t kiss you, they only glide along your soft skin.

“perhaps it’s you that needs something from me?” he asks against your neck, his voice low, just above a whisper.

“you started-!” your words are cut off by the open mouthed kiss he leaves on the base of your neck, hot and mind melting and making your wrists wiggle in his hold with the way you writhe underneath him at the jolt of electrifying pleasure it sends down your spine and to every nerve in your body. 

you can feel him smile against your skin at the reaction and even in this hypnotizing state, you soak in the feeling of it, memorizing it so it might imprint on your skin for you to remember forever.

“if i recall correctly my love, you got on top of me first,” he kisses your neck again with the same fervor, his teeth grazing along your skin when he pulls away and the way you whimper makes his eyes darken, his voice dropping a dangerous octave. “you’re shaking already.”

you are. there’s no denying it or trying to stop it and it isn’t even about who started it at this point. you just need him and with the way he handles you with gentle strength, like you are delicate but never slipping through his grasp, you all but melt into it what he gives you and try your best to let out a plea for more.

“seph..” 

his lips are on yours in an instant, nearly teeth clashing in how deep he delves into your mouth and he groans at the feeling of your tongue on his and your hands tightening in his grasp at the ripple of bliss but he doesn’t budge in his hold. you swear you could cry not getting to touch him too. your legs around his thin waist, your chests more than flush with every little breath you try to take between having his tongue continue to explore yours, is not nearly enough.

you know you aren’t in control when you successfully, on the first attempt that was slow and with little force behind it, flip yourself back over so you’re on top of him. he lets go of your hands in the roll of your bodies, both of you ensuring your lips never break, and as soon as you can, your hands are holding his face, brushing the stray hairs from his temples with tender love before pulling him into your lips with overwhelming passion.

sephiroth can barely hold on. the way you touch him with the same care he does for you, goddess it’s so more than that, more than he can fathom or has ever had in his life, but with the same longing hunger that makes you lose your sanity just as much as he does for you.. he can hardly process how it feels but in the echo if it all is the assurance that you’re his.

the power he uses to pull you against him with one hand at your back, the other grabbing a handful of your ass, makes you whimper, your hands slipping into his silky hair and tugging lightly at the roots. it’s so intoxicating to have sephiroths strength slip, to feel just how badly he needed you when usually he would hold back, worried to hurt you even if every emotion he feels for you is all consuming but you both knew he never ever would and tonight would be no exception. 

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Hey, lovely! 🥰

So I'll put the request here too to make it easier for you to answer: can I request a fic from you where Dean falls asleep on Y/N's shoulder when they're hanging out with her family like that dream I told you about 🥹 something sweet and fluffy, and maybe she'll later tease Dean, but just a little 😆🤭

Love you and thank you! 🤍☀️

❤️. Awww @k-slla 🐞... I really hope this is what you had in mind, Oh goodness 🤭 its such a cute request 🥰 and I love you too 💕... Also I'm going to tag @artyandink for my first post on the #Jensenathon and then @anyfandomgoesbingo for my fist square ('Game Night, will be in bold') 🤭🥰 hopefully y'all like this . 🥰🤭🐞

Warnings: I'm going to say 18+ only ya know just for precaution 😅 but honestly there's none, just fluffy and sweetness.

Words: 1015

A little fun !! 🤭❤️❤️

He's hand runs over his freckled face, it's been a rough couple of days, he's been struggling more to sleep, than in a while, everything weighing so heavily on his shoulders, so when I came running towards him, big smile plastered on my face, almost excitedly jumping up and down, like a two year old, "Dean! Babe?" His green eyes stare into mine, and I feel butterflies swirling around again, "Sweetheart? Don't you seem all excited!" 

Laughing "I am, it's been awhile since we had a fun time" giving him a Bambi-like glaze "so, my parents invited us to Game night, please can we go?" 

He couldn't keep the smile from tugging at the corners of his perfect plum lips, "That sounds like fun sweetheart"

 "Really?" I yelped.

He pulls me into one of those breath stopping hugs, tugging his head into the crook of my neck , the hot air of his breath tickling against my skin , while he whispers "your the only bit of light in this world you know that?" I just hugged him back, unsure how to reply, the emotion welling up in my eyes, so instead of saying a single word, I held him tight, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, just lightly running my fingers, in his hair. I'm not sure how long we held each other in that heartfelt embrace but without saying a single word, it spoke of love, trust, peace, maybe the only sense of peace we had in our lives.

Blasting the radio loudly, playing Dean's favourite Led Zeppelin songs, on the drive over to my parents house, we got out, in a quite cheerful mood, well I could still see the heaviness in those emerald green orbs of his, but I made a quick promise to myself that, I'll do anything in my power, to make sure he has a little fun and relaxes a bit. So without further due, I grabbed his hand, which in return he held the beer and some of the snacks. We rang the doorbell and got welcomed as if we were long lost. We walked in and the living room, spoke of fun with the board games all stacked up, there was wine, and beer, finger foods, it spelled laughter and fun.

 As the night got started and we were teamed up together we laughed and shared stories throughout the games. When Dean ate all the pie and some other snacks, me and my mom went into the kitchen, to get some more snacks. When she smiled looked at me and said, "Sweetie,you look so happy are you?" 

My eyes glistened, "Mom! I'm not happy, I'm overjoyed, I simply adore Dean, I love him more than anything in this world" soft tears rolled down my mom's cheeks, "Sweetie I'm so happy for you, he looks like a good man" I nod, "He is mom, he has his problems but when it comes to me, he treats me like a queen". And with that we walked back to where Dean and the rest of my family were sitting. He gave me that smirk, of his, the one that made my knees weak, and I smile back, he pats the seat next to him, and I gladly obliged, he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek, I placed my hand on his thigh, giving him a slight squeeze, after my father cleared his throat he said we should maybe play a card game, and so we started.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, an accusation of cheating every now and again, but it was all playful, and light hearted fun, and as the night went on, everyone taking turns, when it came to Dean's turn, I felt his head resting on my shoulder, and when I looked down, I saw his eyes were closed, the man fell asleep in the middle of room filled with people. I didn't have the heart to wake him up, or even stir a little, so I took the beer out of his hand, and the left over cards and sat it down with mine, mouthing to my parents that we are done playing for the night so I just watched them play further on, until one for one got up and either went home or to bed, leaving me and Dean in the living room, his head still on my shoulder. It didn't take long for my eyelids to fall close, my head gently rested against him.

The night turned into early morning sunrays lighting up the room, my eyes fluttering open only to be met by his forest green orbs, his voice gruffly "Sweetheart when.. what... How?" Smiling, I look at him, my own voice a little croaky from the sleep, "No! Apparently we're so boring and not good company at all, you fell asleep while we were playing cards" 

Dean looked shocked and ashamed "Sweetheart it's not that, it's, I'm so sorry okay, I don't..." I pressed a finger on his lips , "Shhh, babe I'm joking, I know you were tired" A smile tugs at his plum lips, "really you had to make me feel bad didn't you?" Shrugging my shoulders, chuckling a bit "I couldn't help myself, sorry my love" he looks at me as if he's looking into soul, "I love you, you know that right?" Nodding about to answer but before I could, he's lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, his fingers tangled in my hair, I couldn't hold the small moan escaping my lips, the grin on Dean's lips was unmistakable, he shifted slightly, gently guiding me to lay on the couch, I giggled, whispering "My parents'' pressing his finger against my lips, "shhh sweetheart, we don't want to wake them up do we?" with that he captures my lips in a passionate kiss, after a little while, he pulls back, hoarsely whispers "I like game night!"  planting yet another kiss, in that moment I knew, I Will always love this green eyed man, even if he falls asleep mid family events.

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Pick a pile : Your future spouse\lover 's 4 am spicy thoughts and advice for you mdni [LGBTQ friendly]

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While channeling these thoughts I felt as if I was being a chicken when you two were talking 😭 because like tell me why am I here while you two are talking in your bed cuddling eachother and laughing dearly 🫠

Pile एक

I think every woman wants a man to look her in the eyes, caress her cheek and tell her to take her fucking pant*es off...

You know you're fuc*ed when their voice turns you on.

When you're so turned on that you can't even think or talk.When all you want is to feel that body against yours.

Date someone you can have rough s*x with and deep conversations with whether it's two in the morning or two in the afternoon.

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Pile दो

Getting fu*ked to sleep every night by the love of my life is what I deserve tbh.

When their gentle side makes you weak & their dominant side makes you w*t.

Casual s*x is dead.I wanna fu*k you and feed you and care for you and support your goals and do shit with you and help you out and nap with you dammit!

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Pile तीन

I like that "morning baby" kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of s*x, lots of ki*sing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

Every person deserves to wake up in bed next to a man\woman that is happy to see her\him\them beside him\her\their , that kisses her\him\them in spite of morning breath, and can't get out of bed before making love to her\him \ them again.

It's easy to take off your clothes and have s*x. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams... that is being nak*d.

I'm sorry but s*x will never be enough just for me to stick around. I need my soul fed. Spiritual growth. Teach me. Mold me. Guide me. Talk to me. Love me. Connect with me and UNDERSTAND ME

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Pile चार

Intimacy is such a huge fucking turn on. Not just physical intimacy but the kind where someone lets you in their mind. The closeness of being mentally, emotionally and energetically connected is hot.

I like that "morning baby" kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

Forget about sleeping together. The real question is, can you still love her\him\them when she\he \they is\are overthinking, sending you 10 messages in a row because she\he\they need(s) reassurance? Can you support her\him\them when she\he\they is\are anxiously making sure she\he \they still wanted, and that you won't leave her\him\them when times get tough? Real love is about being there through her\his\their insecurities, calming her \him \ them fears, and proving that your commitment is strong. It's about showing her\him\them that she\he \they is\are loved and valued, even when she\he \they feel(s) most unsure and vulnerable.

You can be a genuine, loyal, and good-hearted person. AND YOU CAN ALSO BE A DIRTY, H*RNY, LITTLE S*X MONSTER. They are not mutually exclusive.

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[dirty-bosmer]

TES Crushes

Which NPCs in TES (all games included!) do you crush on, and why? They don't have to be marriage candidates (in vanilla), just people you find yourself blushing around. Hell, it could be a Deadric Prince if that's what you're into. Name them and say what about them you find appealing! Then feel free to tag a friend or two!

Tagged by @babyblueetbaemonster @theoneandonlysemla Thank you <3

Tagging: @ladytanithia @unironicallytes @gilgamish @kookaburra1701 @saltymaplesyrup @rustyram035 @darcxaosit @moriche @pocket-vvardvark @heavy-metal-dick @alma-amentet @pyre-of-pages @guardianlizard

Borrowing some of Julia's number scheme cause it's nice organization :)

#1: Characters I crushed on during my first ever playthrough as a wee lass:

Methredhel: 10 year old me spent countless hours watching her sleep in that huntsman vest/bralett outfit XD

M'raaj-Dar: Young me was so predictable. Some character is mean to me? Gotta make sure I fall in love with them and do everything in my power to get them to like me. Then he apologized to me right before the purification and I knew I was done for. After the purification, I hoisted his body onto a bed in the living quarters and surrounded him with flowers lol

Enilroth: That one stable boy in Anvil who places the last of Mathieu Bellamont's fake dead-drops out for you. I thought he was so normal looking in a game where everyone looked like they were melting.

Cutter: I just thought she was pretty.

Relmyna Verenim: Being a crazy mad scientist devoted to your passions is hawt.

#2: Characters I crush on now:

The Ordinators in Morrowind. It's the ten packs a day ash-choked voice.

Dagoth Ur. He invaded my dreams with a wedding ceremony. I'm pretty sure we've moved past the prosaic love confession. We are now bounded in our blood.

Nazir: He will always be Skyrim's Sexyman to me <3

Astrid: I'm a simple gal. I see a woman who does fucked up things being torn to shreds by the fandom, I 👀

Arquen: Same as above. She’s a baddie to me and I don’t care about the rumor where she ate Lucien’s entrails, that just makes her weirder and sexier 💕

Raminus Polus: He's smart and gives you a fancy necklace and tells you that you're doing a good job, like what else do I need really?

Mathieu Bellamont: the only man I will ever call baby girl. Love a revenge arc. Love a twisted obsession. I genuinely dgaf that he single-handedly wrecked the Dark Brotherhood, maybe the Black Hand should not have been so trigger happy and eager for self-destruction!

Lucien Lachance: Despite the hundreds of thousands of words I've written about him, my feelings for Lucien are kind of complicated 😅 I don’t dislike him, but at some point while writing my fic I realized I gaslit myself into believing he was hotter than he is lol Upon replay, I was like 'man this dude is such a scrub I have to write him to be as creepy and dripless as possible,' which like... I'm still into lol I just feel like a fake fan for it.

Ondolemar: Unique, kissable lips, him degrading me in public only to whip out that, 'there are so few pleasures in life as fine as your company' once he realized he wanted me, oooooh girl

Razum-Dar: I wanted him SO BADLY during the Aldmeri Dominion quests.

#3 Characters I actually married in game:

Nels Llendo: Had a mod to make it possible for my Morrowind playthrough. He killed all the cliff racer for me :)

Jenassa: She might be the only character I ever married on my main LDB's save, and it was actually so devastating because all she would do was stand in the foyer of Proudspire Manor with no clothes on, asking about kids we never had. Look how the glitches massacred my girl :(

Derkeethus: I married him on my Arch-mage save but only on PC because he too was glitched and every time I told him to go home he would run away!!!

#4: Characters I’m only crushing on because of Fics I read

@theoneandonlysemla's Ancano and Faralda I'm so weak for horribly, toxic elves. Yes, abuse your power! Make everyone around you miserable!

@sylvienerevarine's Roggi Knot-Beard. Had no idea who this man was until Sophrine rolled into his life, and from then on I was smitten. Wholesome, sexy, husband of the year <3

@skyrim-forever's Aicantar. Scholarly, bashful mage nerd <3 I actually always thought Aicantar was a cutie and had considered marrying him on one playthrough because even with cheat codes, a lot of the Altmer characters don't have voice lines for marriage. Aicantar's voice made him a suitable candidate.

#5 Characters that have made me 👀 but in an way that makes me embarrassed

The Spider Daedra from Oblivion. I was obsessed with her rack LMAO

Dremora: something about unintelligible, guttural screams and fiery eyes, I think...

Molag Bal. I also blame this one on @theoneandonlysemla

[adilynnyuri]

Hello yuri! I'm the one who asked you about revising my father's death. First of all, Thankyou so much for answering me and supporting me! I feel much better than earlier when I affirm for his aliveness but still I get triggered sometimes by circumstances and start to miss him again. But I think I should not supress my emotions too whenever I feel emotionally weak, I cry out so much, feel my emotions, miss him talk to him with his picture and again come back to my imagination, I think this doesn't affect my manifestation, right? Okay, so the final question is, that I always try to fullfill in my imagination and most of the time I do so, I don't care what other people say also my belief system has become stronger but the thing is I always affirm that " I always wake up and see my father alive, healthy and happy and while affirming this I go to sleep and expect that next morning I'll see my father again, but when I don't see him next morning; it triggers me so much that I don't want to even wake up and thoughts like I should suicide come into my minds and then It takes 2 or 3 hours to come back to my normal routine affirmation, how should I deal with this? Is it okay to feel like this? Please help me. Thankyou! Lots of love to you! 💕♥️

Hii love! 🤍

I am once again saying that I completely understand your situation!

But if you want your dad back, you can't take "no" As an answer. If your "3d" Reflects something you don't want it, it is just some bullshit. It is not real. It is real, if you accept the fact it is real.

I understand you are doing everything right but when you wake up, your dad isn't with you and it is triggering you.

AND NEVER EVER TALK ABOUT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS EVER!! YOU ARE MEANT TO BE HAPPY AND BLESSED EVERY SECOND OF YOUR LIFE!! NEVER EVER THINK OF SUICIDING MY LOVE, YOU ARE PRECIOUS AND A GEM FOR THIS WORLD!

I am always there in case of any problems! And also our community people are there for you!! Feel free to share your problems! We will respect you and your feelings totally ♡

Let me give you the same example,

if you write numbers from 1-10 in a note book as homework and you sleep at night being satisfied that you finished your homework and the next day when you wake up will the numbers you wrote in the notebook disappear and will you worry waking up thinking that if you wrote those numbers or not? I mean, it will disappear if you say it disappears. And of course sitting and worrying about something which is already done is also your decision. So if the homework (your desires) are already done, why are you "expecting" Or "worrying" That your desire hasn't yet come to you??

"But revising someone back alive is A BIG THING"

It's a big thing only if you say it's a big thing. "Revising anyone back to life is a piece of cake to me" Say this affirmation repeatedly even though YOU don't feel it/see any changes in your 3d. Affirm back against the "3d" If it "shows" You the complete opposite of what you wanted. If it triggers you, fuck that. It doesn't exist.

Things/people in this world exist only because you let them. THEY ARE EXISTING IN FRONT OF YOU, BECAUSE👏🏻YOU👏🏻ARE👏🏻ALLOWING 👏🏻THEM👏🏻TO👏🏻.

YOUR DESIRES ARE ALREADY THERE. YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORRY FOR ANYTHING. YOU ARE PRECIOUS. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GET SPOILED BY EVERY LITTLE THING YOU EVER WANTED. DON'T TAKE NO AS AN ANSWER. IT'S ALWAYS YES. YES YOUR DAD IS ALIVE! YES YOUR INCOME IS DOUBLED! YES WHATEVER YOU WANTED IS ALREADY THERE.

Why do you "expect" It to happen??? IT IS ALREADY DONE!!

I don't want to convey it as rude. It's just my reminder to you that,

You already have whatever you ever wanted. If you don't like what you are seeing, affirm, be still within, AND DON'T CHANGE YOURSELVES FOR ANYTHING! IT IS ALREADY DONE. DO NOT WORRY FOR ANYTHING! YOU ARE AN ANGEL! YOU ALREADY GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!!

With lots of love,

ADILYNN YURI🤍🌷

[muiitoloko]

Hi, could you write something a bit different for Turpin, less harsh like if his girl is in pain with his period (yes in fact I am currently in pain with my period 🙄) and he takes care of her though he his still the death judge but for his wife, he his a better version version of himself because she is his special one.

Title: Husband's duty.

Summary: It is a husband's duty to care for and love his wife, and Turpin takes this duty seriously.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: Hey there! Oof, sorry to hear about the period pain, I feel you on that one! 😩 But hey, let's switch gears and imagine a softer side to Turpin, shall we? Wishing you a speedy recovery and sending lots of good vibes your way! 💕

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First, Second and Third part here.

As you gradually awaken to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, you feel the familiar ache of menstrual pains coursing through your body. Turpin, your beloved husband, stirs beside you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, drawing you closer to him. You can sense his arousal pressing against your backside, a common occurrence in the intimacy of the morning.

However, today, the pain is too intense to ignore, and you gently push him away, wincing at the discomfort that courses through you. Turpin grumbles softly, his deep baritone voice tinged with irritation. "What's troubling you, woman?" he murmurs, his brows furrowed in concern.

You try to convey your distress through soft words, knowing his temperamental nature all too well. "I'm not feeling well," you whisper, hoping he'll understand the severity of your discomfort.

Turpin's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your pained expression. Despite his reputation for cruelty and a demeanor that often strikes fear into others, he has always been different with you. His hooked nose and stern features soften ever so slightly as he shifts to sit up, his hand moving to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

"What ails you, my love?" he asks, his voice losing its edge and becoming tender. The contrast between his usual harshness and the way he treats you never ceases to amaze you.

"It's... it's my time of the month," you admit, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "The pain is quite severe today."

Turpin sighs, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. Not at you, but at the situation. "I see," he mutters, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your abdomen, as if trying to will the pain away. "Why did you not wake me sooner, [Your Name]?"

You offer him a weak smile, touched by his concern. "I did not want to trouble you, Richard. You have enough burdens to bear."

"Nonsense," he replies gruffly, though there is a softness in his tone. "Your well-being is my foremost concern."

He stands up from the bed, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. You watch as he moves to the dresser, pulling out a small vial of laudanum, the tincture he keeps for such occasions. He returns to you, uncorking the bottle and carefully measuring out a dose. "Here," he says, holding it to your lips. "This will help ease the pain."

You take the laudanum gratefully, the bitter taste a small price to pay for the relief it promises. As you lie back down, Turpin sits beside you, his hand returning to your waist. "Rest now," he murmurs, his fingers stroking your hair gently.

You nod, feeling the laudanum begin to take effect. The pain starts to dull, replaced by a comforting warmth. "Thank you, Richard," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

"Think nothing of it," he replies, his voice soft and tender. "I am your husband. It is my duty to care for you."

In the quiet of the morning, you drift back into a more restful sleep, the pain receding under Turpin's watchful gaze. He remains by your side, his stern exterior a shield he uses against the world, but never against you. In this moment, you are reminded of the complex man he is: cruel to others, yet tender and protective of you.

As you sleep, Turpin's mind drifts to the day ahead. His duties are many, and his temper short, but with you, he finds a sanctuary from the harshness of his existence. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent vow of his enduring love and protection.

After ensuring you were comfortable and drifting back into a peaceful slumber, Turpin gently slipped out of bed, his movements calculated and precise. His mind was already occupied with the tasks of the day, but he couldn't shake off the concern for your well-being.

Padding down the creaking wooden staircase of their grand estate, Turpin's presence seemed to command the attention of the household servants. He didn't have to raise his voice to be heard; the mere weight of his gaze was enough to instill fear in those around him.

"Where is that lazy Beadle?" Turpin barked, his baritone voice echoing through the hallways. "Summon him at once!"

The servants scurried to obey, knowing better than to incur their master's wrath. One of them darted off to find the Beadle, while another rushed to prepare a cup of tea for you, following Turpin's orders with trembling hands.

Turpin's patience wore thin as he waited for the servants to carry out his commands. "Hurry up, you fools!" he snapped, his voice laced with contempt. "Do you want me to do everything myself?"

The servants hastened their steps, fearing the consequences of any further delay. They knew all too well the price of crossing their master, and none dared to risk it.

Finally, the tea was prepared, and a servant timidly approached Turpin, offering him the cup on a silver tray. "For Madame," the servant murmured, her eyes downcast.

Turpin snatched the tray from her hands, his hooked nose wrinkling in disdain. "About time," he muttered, striding back up the stairs to the bedroom.

Entering the room, Turpin found you still sleeping peacefully, the lines of pain on your face softened by the laudanum. He set the tray down on the bedside table, his gaze lingering on your serene expression for a moment before turning around to get ready for the day.

When he was ready, Turpin went downstairs again, and his mood worsened once more. The servants scattered before him like leaves in the wind, but their fear only fueled his frustration.

"Useless lot," he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with disdain. "If I had my way, I'd replace the lot of you with machines."

The servants dared not respond, their heads bowed in submission as they went about their tasks. They knew better than to challenge Turpin's authority; in his presence, they were nothing but mere pawns in his game of power and control.

With a final glance back at the bedroom where you slept, Turpin steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead. He was a man of many faces: cruel to his enemies, tender to you, and merciless to those who dared to defy him. And as he stepped out into the morning light, the world trembled beneath the weight of his presence, knowing that Richard Turpin was a force to be reckoned with.

When Turpin returned home from the court, weary from a day spent dispensing justice with his characteristic severity, he went straight to his bedroom. Pushing the door open quietly, he found you still curled up in bed, your form barely stirring under the layers of blankets. He approached the bed with a tenderness reserved solely for you, his footsteps measured and careful.

"My love," Turpin murmured softly, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your forehead. "I'm home."

You stirred at his touch, blinking sleepily as you gradually woke up. A small smile graced your lips as you saw Turpin's familiar face hovering above you.

"Richard," you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep. "You're back."

He nodded, his hooked nose catching the light as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Yes, my dear," he replied, his voice softer than usual. "I've been thinking about you all day."

You reached out to him, your fingers finding his hand and squeezing it gently. "I missed you," you admitted, your eyes searching his face.

Turpin's expression softened even more, a rare vulnerability in his stern features. "And I, you," he confessed quietly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "How are you feeling now? Has the pain eased?"

You nodded, grateful for his concern. "The laudanum helped," you replied, your voice still tinged with drowsiness. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"It's my duty," Turpin said, his voice firm but filled with warmth. "You're my wife, and I will always care for you."

He gently lifted the blankets, carefully sliding into bed beside you. His large frame enveloped you as he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

"Rest now, my love," Turpin murmured against your hair, his breath warm against your skin. "I'll stay with you."

You snuggled into Turpin's embrace, finding solace in the warmth he offered. His day had been tiring, with countless cases to judge and the weight of his judicial responsibilities bearing down on him. As you asked him about his day, his expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his stern features.

"It was a day like any other," Turpin sighed, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "So many cases, so many lives affected. The burden of justice weighs heavily on my shoulders."

You listened attentively, your hand gently rubbing his arm in a soothing gesture. "You carry the weight of the world, my love," you murmured sympathetically. "But you always come home to me. Let me help you."

A faint smile crossed Turpin's lips as he met your gaze. "You already do, my dear," he replied, his voice softening. "Your presence alone brings me comfort."

As you settled more comfortably into his embrace, Turpin's warmth eased the lingering pain from your menstrual cramps. You sighed contentedly, feeling grateful for his care and love. But there was something that was bothering you, something you hadn't been able to get out of your mind since you woke up that morning.

"Richard," you began softly, hesitating slightly, "do you ever wonder if we will have a child?"

Turpin's brow furrowed slightly at your question, his thoughts drifting to the future. "I do," he admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "We have tried so hard, my dear. But I am certain it will happen soon."

You sighed, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "What if... what if it doesn't happen?" you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Turpin's expression softened, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Then we will face that together," he assured you, his voice unwavering. "But I am confident it will. You will make a wonderful mother, [Your Name]. I believe that with all my heart."

You nodded, comforted by his words but still troubled by the lingering doubts. "I just worry," you admitted, your voice wavering slightly. "What if I cannot bear children? Would you still... want me?"

Turpin's eyes softened, his fingers gently wiping away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. "Oh, my dear," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You are everything to me. More than a child, more than an heir. You are my heart, my love."

You swallowed hard, overwhelmed by his declaration. "But the Turpin line..." you began, your voice trembling. "You need an heir."

Turpin's expression turned pained, his hand moving to gently caress your abdomen. "Yes, I do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I cannot bear the thought of losing you, [Your Name]. I would rather the Turpin line die with me than lose you."

His words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking into your heart. You had never seen this side of Turpin before, this vulnerability that he rarely showed to anyone. Despite his ruthless reputation, in this moment, he was just a man deeply in love, torn between his duty and his heart.

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Richard," you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. "I love you. And I want nothing more than to give you an heir. But I need to know... if I cannot..."

Turpin's thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hand. "I will choose you," he said firmly, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering determination. "Every time, my dear. I would choose you over everything."

Tears welled up in your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love for you. "Oh, Richard," you breathed, pulling him close. "I love you too. More than anything."

Turpin held you tightly, his embrace a silent promise of his devotion. "We will face whatever comes together," he murmured against your hair. "I swear it."

In that moment, as you clung to each other, you knew that no matter what the future held, you and Turpin would face it together. His love for you transcended duty and lineage; it was a love that would endure, no matter the trials ahead. And as the day faded into evening, you found solace in the knowledge that you had each other, and that was enough.

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Bf!Jay Ramble

You feel good it always seems to amaze you how sexy your boyfriend can be. Too good your hearing goes out and you don't hear anything, just focusing on hitting your high face hot and sweaty arms tired in pain from how turned on you are you're so wet that your fingers slip in way too easily and it's harder for you to hit your sweet spot... 'Baby?' You pause because you hear the soft voice of your sweet boyfriend 'Oh jongie need help' his face slowly goes from surprised to sinister in 2 seconds flat. He instantly rushed to you trying to desperately cling onto him whining, 'Aw is my angel okay? What got you like this?' You hear a soft chuckle and look at him "You did jongie.. you're so sexy it makes me so wet...see" you lean back to open your cunt to him feeling some wetness fall out of you at this point Jay is hard he almost pounces on you but before he could do that you sit back up and reach your hands to his belt unbuckling it. Jay doesn't stop you, nope instead he leans back and helps you he is so hard and you look so pretty how can he resist? As soon as you get Jay's member out of his boxers you instantly feel your mouth drooling at the sight.. he just looks so delicious you want..no NEED to taste him so that's what you do.. you start picking his tip hearing him hiss from the sudden feeling, you look up and see his head falling back eyes closing in pleasure as your tongue starts to lick all over his cock.. you try to take all of him into your mouth but you can't without gagging. He's so thick your eyes start watering 'Goodness angel you look so fucking pretty like that, mouth all full too bad you can't take all of me.. want some help?" You nod his hard member still in your mouth. His hands go to your face at first just caressing your cheek until his hand goes to the back of your head and helps you push your head down more until your nose is touching his pelvis.. your tears are blurring your vision when you come back up. You start sucking his tip and jerking him off all while looking at him and you can tell he's gonna cum.. 'I'm so close angel faster please' and so you do trying to help him cum after a little more sucking you instantly taste the familiar taste that you may or may not love. Jay helps you get up and puts you on his lap, you're still so wet and jay can feel it all over him..that immediately makes him hard again and before you know it your sinking down onto his thick cock moaning because he's filling you up just the way you want it's really just making you all fuzzy headed. Jay notices and he stops you look up at him pouting 'why did you stop?' 'You look sleepy angel' 'well im not I just want you to fuck me so bad will you jongie?' And he thinks.. who is he to deny you 'Just relax then angel let me take care of you' he says sweetly as he lifts you up and down gently 'faster jongie' he hears so that's what he does holding you up while fucking up into you so hard and it's what you needed you are reaching your climax so quick with the way he is thrusting in you, squeezing his biceps as hard as you can as you feel you tipping over the edge and your way too gone moaning so much way instantly following behind you and your too weak to move. You and Jay stay like that for a while until he lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom where he sits you on the ledge while he turns on the bath. 'Let's get cleaned up and sleep my angel'

Hey guys its been a while, I missed all of you beautiful people! 🥹🫶 I hope I can be more active on here I want to get back into writing again.. with that being said I am very much into my Jay hours someone help me 😩😩 As always feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated! 🫶💕💕