#bub💜

[personasintro]

as someone who went through a lot i wanted to thank you for the way you write some very specific scenes and how well you incorporate the notion of consent 🤍

[kimteume]

Twitter update from Hyunsuk

[allylovesyaxx]

Happy birthday to my one and only 💜 @bigballsacksammy

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

i’m literally obsessed with your art style omg

AHHH THANK U- 💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜 JWWIWJKWJSNA-

Idek my own artstyle lmao 😂 it’s 3 separate styles for every way I work like: Digital and finger, Pencil and Paper. Traditional ref and digital drawing Lmao

[theleeminhyuk]

hi bub !!! would like to hear your thoughts on 5, 6, and 11 for pentagon for the ask game!! love u 💖💗💓💘💞

hello love!! love you too💘💘💘 let's go

5. What is your favourite era?

I have to say Universe: The black hall.. the change of style was EXACTLY what I longed for dhdhdhd

6. Your favourite song and why?

Like This. That song has my heart, it was released in a moment where I needed it. The meaning is wonderful and they were simply chef kiss

11. What do you love about this group?

what a good and long question it is DHDHDH well.. they got me because their music never misses, even if they change style so many times it's almost unpredictable to imagine what's coming next. All of them seem amazing people, talented as hell in many ways, always so close to their fans. You can tell they really are grateful for what they have every day and I'm just full of love dhdhdhd

send a group and a number!

[bigspikesusie]

My favorite drink is Monster Enegry Strawberry dreams! ૮ * ॑꒳ˆ *ა

*drinks an entire can at once*

It’s ALSO my favorite food! (˼●̙̂ ̟ ̟̎ ̟ ̘●̂˻)

*eats the entire can at once*

I don’t let the cans go to waste around these parts ლ(=ↀωↀ=)ლ

-💜🌙

I-

Good on you for not wasting it..?

[minniesmutt]

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Seungmin said threats as a joke. Sometimes they turned serious, especially towards his girlfriend and their sex life.

As the dom, he had set rules— with her input of course. And he expected those rules to be followed.

One of his main rules being no toys without permission. Why would she even think of using them when he'd drop everything to satisfy her himself? The only exception was him being on tour— only asking that she ask permission and send him photos and videos. But, he did get a kick out of her disobeying that rule.

He stared at the last messages they’d exchanged. Watching her messages pop up on his screen

pup🐶💜: im gonna buy you a fucking kennel

bubs💖: do it

make it pretty at least ☺️

pup🐶💜: brat

Seungmin swiped out of the messaging app and started looking. Now he was dead set on getting her a kennel. And making it “pretty” per her request.

Getting back to work after hitting buy on everything. A nice surprise for her that he felt like he was already going to enjoy too. Working through the next two hours before he was heading home. Taking his sweet time to get to their apartment and walking in the door.

“Min!” He heard her call as he set his things down.

“Yeah,” He called back before going to find her

He smiled as he saw her in one of his shirts in their bathroom. Obviously, she just got out of the shower. He walked into the steam-filled room and slapped her ass, “Clean yourself up for me?”

Seungmin wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. “Says who?” she teased

“Bratty mood today?” Seungmin asked

“Little bit,” Y/n smiled at him in the mirror

Seungmin watched her finish up her skincare as he continued kissing her neck. His hands moved down to her hips and gripped them tighter.

“Done yet pup?” he asked

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded.

“Bend over.”

He watched her smile in the mirror— not following the instructions—before he took the matter into his own hands. Grabbing the back of her neck and bending her over their bathroom counter. He pushed her t-shirt up and smiled at her lack of underwear. He took a step back before his hand came down on her ass. Y/n moaned before he pulled her up against him and wrapped her hand around her neck. “One or two, pup?”

“Two,” Y/n said

Seungmin shifted her towards their bedroom. “Shirt off and bend over the bed.”

Y/n walked out of their bathroom followed by her boyfriend. She pulled his shirt off over her head and threw it on the end of their bed. She propped herself up on her elbows on their bed.

Seungmin knocked her flat onto their bed and put her arms behind her back. Y/n whined as she could feel him pressed up against her. His hands left hers for a moment before she felt something wrapping around her wrists. Y/n bit her lip as she felt the cuffs close. She felt weights on the bed and tried to look at what he was doing but he kept her head down and away from the area.

She could feel her spread her folds before two of his fingers were pushing inside her. Rubbing her walls before pulling them out of her. Y/n whined before he slipped a collar around her neck. Tightening it around her neck just right before he turned her over onto her back.

Y/n watched him tie her calves to her thighs before grabbing something from the side and pressing it to her clit. Y/n looked down before the vibrator kicked on. Y/n moaned as he slipped a leash on her collar and tugged her head up.

“Like playing around when I’m at work? Just because you didn’t get your way?” He asked

“Yes,” Y/n smiled at him as he upped the vibration.

“Sucks for you then pup.” Seungmin chuckled.

Y/n moaned as he pulled himself from the jeans he had on. Teasing her folds with his tip. Y/n whined as she clenched around nothing. Seungmin smiled as he turned the toy off. Y/n whined at him as he pushed his tip into her.

“Min,” Y/n whined then screamed as he slapped her thigh.

“Just wanna make it worse on yourself don’t you?” he asked

“‘M sorry sir,” Y/n whined

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled as he grabbed another item then set it down when he got another idea. Pulling his tip out of her and then replacing it with a dildo.

Y/n moaned as the toy slid right inside her. Seungmin moved around the room a bit before coming back to her.

Seungmin grabbed one of their bullet vibrators and a bit of bondage tape, attaching the toy to her clit and tapping the remote to her thigh. Then doing the same to her nipples. Watching her chest rise and fall with anticipation.

“What happens when we don’t follow the rules, pup?” Seungmin asked

“No cumming…” Y/n whined, realizing it now

“Hm. You can remember them,” he asked, grabbing her face.

Seungmin smiled and let go of her face. He turned on all three of the toys and watched her bite her lip. He pulled the toy out of her. Y/n barely noticed it leaving her with the vibrations running.

Seungmin stood back and watched her for a moment. Watching her hole clench around nothing before he slipped his tip back into her. Wrapping his hand around his length and slowly jerking himself off as his tip sat inside her.

“Sir, please! Y/n whined, “‘m sorry. Won’t do it again!”

“You don’t mean that pup. Think you like being punished.”

Y/n whined as he turned the vibrators up a bit. Loving how quickly she folds when he tells her she can’t cum. Doing every she could to change his mind all while he continued to pump himself while his tip sat heavy inside her.

“Please sir,” Y/n whined

“My needy puppy,” Seungmin groaned, picking up his pace with his hand.

He could feel her squeeze around his tip and tugged the leash up more. Watching her struggle to keep her head up to look at him. He practically pulled her to sit up and looked down at him jerking off with his tip inside her. Laughing as she looked up at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes before he let her fall back on the bed.

Pumping himself till he came inside her. Cum shooting out of his tip into her, head tilting back as he rode the high before pulling out and watching his cum leak from her as she tried to keep it in.

“Close sir,” Y/n whined

“Hm,” Seungmin hummed and changed the vibration pattern. Y/n whined as she tried to push against the restraints “gonna be a long night for you pup.”

<3<3<3<3<3

“Thank you,” Seungmin heard from the kitchen, he popped his head up as their front door closed.

“What did you order, Min?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen

“Remember when I said I was gonna buy you a kennel?” Seungmin answered

“Kim Seungmin,” Y/n sighed, she knew better than to joke with him about bedroom stuff too.

“I’ll return them if you want me to,” Seungmin told her as he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her

“Them?” Y/n asked

“You told me to make it pretty.”

“So you do listen to me?”

“You’re the one who breaks the rules pup. I have to train you,” Seungmin teased as he leaned in and kissed her lips.

Y/n pulled back after a moment and looked at him, “Where were you planning on putting it?”

“I didn’t think that far.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him but he just kissed the worry away, “No return?” He asked

“We’ll try adding it in,” Y/n agreed

Seungmin pecked her lips, “The rest of it should be here by the end of the week, I’ll set it up on my next day off.”

“Alright. I’ll think of a way to piss you off by then,” Y/n joked.

“I’m sure you will,” Seungmin laughed and kissed her lips again.

“She’s upstairs taking a nap. She took a week off of work just to recharge and she’s a bit hung over from us going out last night,” Seungmin let his friends know when they questioned where his girlfriend was

“She been busy?” Lee Know asked

“Yeah. She just finished a project before she left so it took up a lot of time,” Seungmin continued his half-lie. He knew she wasn’t napping.

The group continued their conversation. Chatting about the comeback and a few other things till Seungmin announced he was gonna go check on his girlfriend. Walking up to their room and knocking before opening the door. Y/n peered at him through the cage as he walked in and closed the door behind him. Walking over to his girlfriend in the dog kennel.

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled as he looked at her. Curled up in the kennel in nothing but a collar, dog ears, and a tail.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened something. Y/n waited for a moment before the vibrations kicked on. She had almost forgotten about the vibe inside her. Whining, trying to keep her voice down, knowing their friends were downstairs.

Y/n watched him as he stood back up and then walked out the door. It was probably another twenty minutes before she heard the front door close, and then her boyfriend came back into the room. The bedroom door closed behind him as he walked over to the cage and unlatched it. Y/n looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction as he opened the gate. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out of the cage.

Y/n whined as he did so, laying her on the ground on all fours, “Did my dumb girl cum?” He asked as lifted her ass.

“No. Was good girl,” Y/n moaned as he moved around out of her sight.

Seungmin put a pillow under her knees before he turned the toy off and slowly pulled it out of her. Humming as he spread her hole open. “No? You’re soaked though pup.”

“All for you…” Y/n whined as two of his fingers entered her.

“Just for me?”

“Yes sir.”

Seungmin hummed behind her and pulled his fingers out of her. Replacing them a moment later with his dick. Y/n moaned as he pulled her up against him, “Not for the man last night?”

“W-who,” Y/n asked

“Hm, seems like I fucked the thought out of you last night,” Seungmin smiled

His hips pulled back and thrusted back into her. Smiling to himself as he kissed her neck. Leaving his mark on her neck as he fucked his girlfriend. Listening to her moans

“Can I cum… sir, please,” Y/n begged

“You think you deserve it now, pup? Deserve to come on my cock?”

“Mhm,” Y/n moaned as he bent her over, holding the back of her neck. “Yes sir! Been a good pup!”

“Yeah? Who do you belong to then? Tell me pup.”

“You sir! Pup belongs to you.”

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled. “Go ahead pup. Cum on sir's cock.”

Y/n moaned as he kept up his pace. She clamped down around him as her orgasm washed over her. Squirming under him as he gripped her hips. Fucking her through her high before she went almost limp under him. Seungmin held her up as he rutted into her before white was painting her walls. His thrusting came to a halt slowly, burying himself deep inside her.

“Fuck,” Seungmin groaned as he leaned over her a bit. Trying to catch his breath before sitting back up.

“Gonna pull out bub,” Seungmin warned her

Y/n made a small noise before he pulled out of her. Gently picking her up and moving her to their bathroom. Sitting her on the toilet and taking off her collar and ears. “Bath?” he asked

“Yea,” Y/n sleepily agreed

Seungmin kissed her cheek before starting a bath for them. He let the water heat up while he grabbed clothes for the both of them. Placing them on the counter when he came back.

“Let’s get the tail out, baby.”

Seungmin helped her stand up a bit and pulled out the tail from her ass before sitting her back down and checking the water. Seungmin filled up their tub and put her in the warm water before getting in behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

“Thoughts on the cage or do you wanna talk about it after a nap?” He asked

“Nap,” Y/n sighed as she leaned into him

“Alright. Clean up then nap.”

Seungmin cleaned both of them, being gentle with his girlfriend. Helping her out of the tub and drying her off. Putting the clothes on her and getting her in their bed.

“I’m gonna go get some water real quick,” Seungmin told her and kissed her forehead. Quickly filling up two water bottles and going to join his girlfriend for a nap. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek, “You did good.”

Y/n sleepily hummed in response as she cuddled into her boyfriend.

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[morallyinept]

Nepty, im humbly asking…

… for more out-of-shape, sympathy-weight-packin, thicc daddy Fish.

So be for you ask, I know… why is this request coming from me? Well… yeah, I got two chubby Frankies percolating constantly in my noggin cottage, but your Frankie… the cannon accurate Frankie with more meat on his bones… I NEED HIM. I YEARN FOR HIM.

please, Nepty - help a thirsty thot out!

I’m-looking-for-the-sky-to-save-me regards,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Come Back To Me - A Frankie Morales One Shot

Hey Beefro! 🖤

Look, I humbly worship at your pot-bellied Pedro Boy altar! I am so not worthy, my friend! And the fact YOU love my canon-realistic thicc Frankie-boy makes this gal blush and squeal like a Red Wattle Hog being spit roasted on Labour Day, seriously... I am in awe of you. 🥹 So, can I do this justice for you, my mighty meat queen? 🤔😬 I mean, I'll give it a (one) shot. 🫣

Summary: Frankie makes you a promise and seals it with more than a kiss.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️ "It's the emergence, of."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here

Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This is part of the Frankie's Way universe. Frankie Spanish translated at the bottom.

Enjoy! 🖤

You can hear the tinkering. It's what wakes you to find his side of the bed empty. Nothing but a heavy indent in the bare sheets.

That tinny sound of metal upon metal clanking as you pad your way through to the kitchen, after checking on Gigi who's still sound asleep in her crib.

You can already hear the expletive slurs in Spanish, and grunts of frustration ebbing in from outside.

You enter the side door leading into the garage, to see Frankie going at the garage door that's rolled halfway up - or down, depending on your outlook - with a handful of tools that aren't doing a thing to appease it loose where it's gotten caught on it's damn rusted hinges again.

You sigh and you hear him growl out in a deep frustration at it.

Sweat shimmers at you from the back of his neck under the nape of unruly curls squashed to his head by his cap, and you wonder how long he's been at it.

Leaning up, his grey t-shirt rises up his back at he stretches, revealing tanned divots in the golden flesh, and a waist that's fuller and dumpy and makes your mouth salivate.

He's packed on a few pounds since settling into fatherhood, and you don't mind at all, enjoying that he might have a third helping of the meals you cook, or indulging his sweet tooth in a rogue dessert or two.

You rouse his attention when he glances at you over his broad shoulder chucking the tools down on the work bench with gritted teeth.

"Hey, did I wake you?" He says concerned, and his expression softening immediately. He traipses over to you and lets his eyes drop over the crumpled silk camisole and shorts you've slept in.

You shake your head as he presses a kiss to the side of your jaw; the soft scruff tickling gently, and his big hands settle on your hips.

"The door's gone again?" You query bleakly, and he nods looking at you with deep chocolate eyes that seem tired.

"Yeah, piece of shit. I don't know if I can fix it this time." He murmurs with a helpless shrug.

You sigh again, knowing it's forcing you to confront the obvious. It's all stacking up in odds against your resolve.

You need a new garage door. You need money to buy a new garage door that you both don't have. You need money for more diapers and groceries that seem never-ending in their need; for new clothes as you've noticed Frankie's wearing the same t-shirts with holes in them that seem to be getting bigger and wider as he stretches them out now with his chunkier build.

You need money for the mortgage payment that's already late this month.

Frankie's putting in the overtime at the workshop, but it just isn't enough. You'd contemplated picking up some hours at a coffee shop or something to help, but he insisted you be with Gigi when he saw how upset being parted from her, whilst she's still so young, made you.

But you both can't keep struggling like this. It's unfair almost. It makes you resent that the guys don't seem to be struggling as much as you and Frankie are.

Will proudly showed off his new TV at the barbecue he threw last week as Frankie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he flicked through the HD channel offerings, and you were certain Benny wore new sneakers.

You need the money that's buried at the bottom of that chasm in the Andes mountains to buy a new fucking garage door.

Frankie growls into your shoulder with a defeated sigh, seemingly able to read your thoughts.

You've both spoken about Pope's unexpected visit and proposal at length ever since he left the offer hanging over your heads like a precarious weight ready to crush you at any second. Discussed through all the pros and cons.

The biggest con being Frankie returning on a slab of ice like Tom did. You shudder and Frankie's arms are felt caressing at your back.

"You cold, hermosa?" He asks.

You shake your head in defeat. "We need that money, Frankie." You whisper gravely as it cuts slinters in your stomach lining to say it out loud.

It can do so much more than replace the garage door. It can give you a comfortable life, a stress-free life. One where you're not losing your hair in the shower thinking about how you're going to be able to afford to pay the bills this month.

It'll give Gigi a good start, a nest egg. Enable Frankie to get good support with his ongoing sobriety and cut back on the hours you know are killing him. But he never complains despite it all.

It's a beguiling thought that's been haunting you ever since Pope shoved it so easily under your nose, making your fingers twitch with all the possibilities. All the tempting could-be's and what-ifs.

And you want to hate him for it, for passing you a much needed life line. You want to resent the very fabric of the idea of Frankie returning with him and the boys to go and retrieve it because you know what it could cost.

You know what you could lose for the sake of some printed paper. But it's printed paper that you need to live this life with Frankie. A life that you almost lost the first time. You wonder how it would be, if it would be worth it. How he'll be when he returns this time...

You think about the box sitting on the dining table full of his Delta Force gear that he'd packed away and shoved into the attic after last time, vowing it would never come out again as you both realised that stupid expedition almost cost you everything.

You were infuriated to learn it had all been for nothing. He came back with nothing, and more of a loss than when he left.

And now, it's all there. His tac vest, his desert boots embedded with sand, his guns... all ready for him to put back on when you to say the word. Because he wouldn't commit fully to Pope, not without your say so this time. It wasn't about Pope and the others.

It was about you and Gigi. It was about his world.

Frankie nods, pressing his forehead to yours. "I know, baby." He squeezes at your hips gently.

His body is warm from the exertion of trying to fix the garage door. His t-shirt is damp around the neck and under the arms and he smells musky. You run your nose along his shoulder inhaling the salt of him in.

Things had gotten back on track with you both, despite it taking time and effort to repair the holes. He's stayed sober despite this being a trying time. You'd been proud of him for stepping up, for coming back to himself. For realising that he could put Gigi down and she'd be fine, even though most of the time she was sat on his hip as he moved about the house when he was home.

You'd both finally been able to be intimate again after so much trepidation and angst, and it was amazing. Having Frankie back between your legs on an almost nightly basis, even after Pope's damning offer.

And to lose all it all now? The thought bites horribly at your ankles and makes you feel sick.

"Promise me." You look up at him. "Promise me you'll come back."

"You know I will." He says seriously.

"Promise me, Francisco." You repeat. You only use his full name with heavy gravitas and he knows how heavy this is for you. For you both.

Your hands run over the thickness of his own hips, fingers shucking into his belt loops and pulling him towards you. "If I let you go get it, you have to promise me you'll come back. That's the deal."

"I promise. I promise I will come back to you both, te lo juro." Frankie nods.

You nod back as he presses another kiss to your jaw. He trails more up the side of your face into your hairline. Your hands squeeze at his ass, meatier and fuller after months of packing on the pounds, his jeans being tighter against it.

You wonder if this shape and weight of him now could manage such a treacherous expedition. Whether it would be a hindrance or to his ultimate detriment.

You squeeze your eyes shut willing your mind not to go there. It can't. He can't-

"Hey," you feel his fingers tilt your chin up to face him. "I'm coming back," he promises sincerely.

And when Frankie looks into your eyes, you believe him when he says he'll come back for you and Gigi. And he'll come back with the golden ticket you both so desperately need.

"There's no way I'm leaving you, okay?" He says, as you nod despondently. It's the only choice you have and you both know it. You both need this. "Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, I do. We need this," you appease.

"I'll be back within a week. Won't even notice I'm gone."

"Yes I will. I'll be worrying non-stop until you're back here with us." You say, with a faint smile ghosting over your lips.

"I don't want you to worry, baby."

"Too late," you say.

"We're doing it my way. I have a plan. For every eventuality." He confirms. "It's all I can think about. We should have fuckin' done it my way last time. Maybe if we did, Tom would..."

"Don't do that. It wasn't your fault." You say.

He nods solemnly. "I know." You see him quickly blink away the excess moisture pooling in his eyes.

"Besides, I'm always going to worry. No matter how prepared you are, or how big or strong you are..." You say, groping at the thickness of his shoulders and then down to his biceps. You groan as you squeeze them and he notices.

"You like that, huh?"

"I love it," you say with a smirk.

"It's your fault, fattening me up. You're too good of a cook."

"Just more of you to love," you giggle, as he presses his face into yours. He kisses across your cheek and settles on your lips. You can feel how hard he is as he crushes you into his arms and against his stacked body.

Slipping his tongue inside your mouth you can't help but moan and falter in his grip; like pudding slipping through his fingers, your legs buckle and you feel instantly weak for him.

"Prometo que voy a volver, hermosa," he whispers.

Your hands work his belt and zipper as he squeezes your ass.

"I believe you," you confirm. "I'm gonna miss you so much." You gasp around his lips. You can feel all the heat in your body flooding towards your core.

"I'm gonna to miss you too, baby."

"Show me," you entice.

You reach in and pull out his fat, leaking cock into your hands without hesitation. You both groan at the sight of it; swollen thick and with a flushed head and succulently wet.

You trail your hand up, pushing his t-shirt out of the way to get a better view of the tanned paunch he has settling over his hips. You run your fingers across it, skimming gently and making him shudder before taking a handful of his belly and squeezing gently as you jerk him slowly in you other hand.

He whines, his own hands pulling down the straps of your camisole and taking your freed, puffy nipples into his mouth.

"Mmm, Frankie..." you groan, as he latches on, sucking and nipping across them both hungrily. "Fuck me," you plead.

You need him. You need him inside you filling you up with more than his promises.

Quickly, he pulls you to him and pushes you against the work bench. Turning you so your back is against his chest, and pulls your shorts down as your hands reach behind you, knocking his cap off and clawing through those sweaty curls desperately.

He reaches forward and swipes his fingers between your thighs finding a slick, wet pool waiting for him. You arch your back and groan out as his fingers tease through your folds, circling on your clit making your thighs shake.

"Fuck," he moans into your hair. "Siempre estás tan lista para mi."

"Baby, I need you," you sigh, reaching round for his cock that's leaking more wet strings onto your butt cheek as you grind against him.

You feel his stomach crush into your back as he groans when you touch him. He's so heavy against you and you pulse at the thought of his weight sinking you into the mattress beneath him when he fucks you hard in bed.

He lines himself up, sliding his thick head through your drenched lips, once, twice before he sinks himself into you, stretching you open again around him.

You both cry out, a little louder than you probably should with the garage door rolled up halfway. Anyone passing by on the street at that moment would see both your bare legs and know immediately what's happening. But you don't care.

You need him. You need Frankie like this, all thick and heavy and crushing against you with his warmth and heavy belly as he buries himself deep into your sopping cunt from behind.

You need to remember the feel of him like this on your body whilst he's gone.

His arms wrap around your stomach holding you tight against him as his hips shunt up and fuck you deeply. Every breath catches in the back of his throat as he does it, and your whines and moans only grow louder.

Twisting, your lips find his as he sucks in breaths with each hard thrust, his hands sliding up to massage and grope at your breasts. Both of you locked tight together, squeezing and gripping on to one another.

"Mmm," you groan around his teeth. He feels so good, filling you full of him. His thick thighs hitting against the back of yours, the weight of him against you making you safe and warm. Knuckles bruising against your own as you scramble for one another and lock fingers.

His digits on his other hand play with your clit, circling around that buzzing hub of nerves as your thighs shake again, and you can't help but bend forward into the pleasure of it all as it builds.

You feel it at the back of your skull, blooming like a flower with petals unfurling that blind you. "You feels so fucking good, don't stop!" You whine as you hold onto the work bench.

He grips onto your hips and fucks you harder now; thighs now slapping against your ass as he bottoms out continuously, filling the deepest parts of you with him.

Frankie leans over, kissing over your shoulders and neck. You feel his teeth indent and bite as he sucks the skin there. "Fuck, baby." He whines close to your ear. "Want you coming over my cock," he hisses.

"I'm close," you pant.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me." He smirks as he sucks more of your skin into his mouth like he's starving. "You feel so good, I can barely stand it, baby."

You stand up, pulling from him and turn, sitting on the bench as you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls you closer to the edge as he slides back into you.

You cling onto his shoulders, your face pressed against his as he fucks deeper and slower. His cock hitting against that spot that makes you dizzy and absolute putty in his hands.

You watch as his belly ripples each time he flexes his hips and you can't help yourself but to reach down and stroke it. He chuckles as you paw at it mesmerised somewhat by it's jiggling.

"You're so fucking sexy, Frankie." You moan as his hand joins yours, guiding it down to your pussy where he makes you stroke your clit for him.

"Not as sexy as you," he says, slipping his tongue back into your hot mouth.

You rub your clit as he thrusts deeper and you're almost there, right on the cusp. Feeling it build and pile up behind your abdomen as your thighs and legs tense and your mind goes hazy.

"Fuck, Frankie!" You wail, your voice escaping under the garage door and into the street.

"Come for me," he says and it's all you need as you burst, gasping out and shuddering as he holds you tightly and fucks you through it. "Baby, come for me."

"Come back to me, Frankie," you gasp clutching onto him.

"I'm coming back to you," he promises again.

"Don't leave me."

"Never."

"I need you back here inside me like this," you croak. "Fucking me like this with your big, thick cock... oh fuck!" You cry out as the wave subsides, leaving you shook and rattling.

"I'm coming back... fuck, I'm coming-" he stutters "I'm-I'm gonna come, baby... shit!"

You feel him tense and then gush, filling you full of warmth as he slows with a choke at the back of his throat. You stroke over his belly again, pinching the sides of his rounded hips gently as he smirks into your hair.

"You really like that, don't you?" Frankie says, watching as you grope his belly fat gently, lovingly.

He's noticed the extra love and worship you show his more wobbly parts these days. And it warms him to know it doesn't put you off. He knows you have hang ups about your own body since giving birth, but he couldn't find you more beautiful; stopping to lavish attention over the jagged lines and stretch marks on your tummy and hips when he goes down on you.

His cock falls from you, dripping his creamy spend onto the garage floor at his feet. You can feel it drip out of you too. He runs his forehead against yours sticky with sweat and hums contentedly into your face.

You kiss his soft, pink lips as you rub his stomach more. "I'm going to miss this the most whilst you're gone," you say with a dreamy smile.

Smiling at you, he knows it'll be alright. He'll make sure of it.

He's coming back to you.

🖤

Spanish Translations:

Te lo juro - I swear

Prometo que voy a volver, hermosa - I promise I'll come back, beautiful

Siempre estás tan lista para mi - You're always so ready for me

FRANKIE'S WAY | MAIN MASTERLIST

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Ro! I know I'm late to this party, but can I get B and F for Steve?

Thank you! 💜

Never too late, darling! This is tumblr, not a job 😁

This one got away with me. It got weirdly sappy for the categories asked, but I went with general Steve from no particular universe here, plus a nondescript part of the timeline or beyond, could even kinda be AU--if you squint--except Steve is definitely famous in some capacity and was small when young. (I just think he happens to look very cuff-able in this gif so we roll with it.)

These dirty asks from this game are aptly titled, so MINORS DNI.

B - Bondage

He can't exactly be tied up, not by anything commercially available, but Steve surprisingly likes the chance to sit still, take a backseat, and enjoy experiencing your enjoyment. He used to be so small. He assumed he'd never have the power he does now.

The restraints, as useless as they are, work as a calming tool to shut off his brain for a while. He's not responsible for anything. That's nice. Very freeing. The act of binding him is in itself roleplay; he's playing small and weak.

He's noticed something else, too.

Over the weeks and months you two have repeated this ritual of tying him up, and you both understand just how much it doesn't remotely hurt him, you've grown...more aggressive with the bonds. It's only when you're tying them--never an ounce of it in anything that follows--but he watches and realizes that you relieve frustration by pulling harder, knotting tighter, heaving around until their just so.

At this point, since Steve can do nothing else, he loves to see it. He's heard short and vague accounts from you, of shitty behavior, of innuendo, of back-handed compliments about how you do so well even with Steve. How his reputation must boost you. How you don't have to work so hard or be good because he'll carry you. How your accomplishments are all tied to him somehow.

It's not true, but they say it. They mean it. Steve can do nothing but let you physically yoke him down in your life, even for a few minutes. The weight it seems to lift from your shoulders is worth any momentary sting he might feel.

No. Steve doesn't mind the bonds at all. He even hates that you can't restrain him for real. He wishes he could give you that. Then people might see that you're just that powerful and you've always been that strong. He had nothing to do with it.

Okay, one sec, let me pull myself together here. YIKES.

F - Food Play

[Fools Rush In Steve a.k.a. Sketch is notoriously anti-crumbs-in-the-bed, so he is 1000% not a part of this convo. Sorry, bub.]

YUP. Steve loves to feed you. It's a care thing. He always wants your opinion of all the food on the table, so you have to try everything. Here! Try this. The fork is already by your lips and he's smiling eagerly.

In the bedroom? Oh yes, he is very fond of licking sweet things off you and having them licked off him. It's one of the things that seems to tickle Steve the most--body and soul--and it's so playful. He even gets to lean into having a fast metabolism and needing calories after his workouts. If he drizzles honey or chocolate syrup on you, or hilariously fizzes too much whipped cream out of the canister he has not gotten the hang of yet, then that's a snack and a half. That's multitasking. That's just good time management, ya know?

Savory stuff is for meals and the table though. There's none of that that gets played with during sex. He's never outright said that's a rule, but it seems obvious when there's never been a crossover event.

Super random shout out to Steve having a bit of a thing for champagne and licking it off your neck after he deliberately splashes or pours it there. The bubbles tickle like hell and the cold is so shocking, but whatever, he loves it.

🙄

Thank you for asking!

Ack, I can feel in my bones that the bondage one might end up as a one shot. I am in so much trouble.

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[shkika]

-looks at ur tags on my gijinka post- oh really? then i challenge thee to join me in the bottomless pit of madness that is the endless unconditional platonic love Moon and Sig have for each other. come and fall with me!!!! draw a hug, a high five or them laughing together on one of Sig's dumb fuck jokes- the possibilities reach further than the borders of infinity... (/lh ofc, only if u feel like it, bub. i'm glad you enjoy my takes on 'em! 💜)

I hand thee a quick little doodle, I adore them beyond belief!!

[mayolive-writes]

Thighs - Namjoon

💜 Part 1 💜 Part 2 💜

Pairing: dom!namjoon x AFAB sub!reader Summary: Namjoon can't believe he never noticed your thighs before.

Wordcount: 2253

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: body worship, use of pet names (baby, bay girl, angel, etc), fingering, joon really likes your thighs lmao (i mean it, take them away from him), riding, unprotected sex (don't be a dipshit, dipshit), reader uses "sir"

Minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time sharing my writing, i just hope at least one person enjoys it lmao

Edit: There's a part 2 now! Linked above.

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Namjoon stares in amazement…

Three years.

He can’t believe that after three years of dating you he’d never properly appreciated your thighs. Was he blind?

Well, not anymore, because here he is staring at you from across the couch. Your simple pink silk pajama shorts adorn them beautifully like gift wrap, and it takes everything in him not to unwrap them ravenously.

They jiggle with every slight movement, looking smooth, creamy, and sweet. Like honey butter.

You feel Namjoon’s eyes on you. “Something wrong, bub?” you ask quietly. God, you have no clue what you can bring out in him.

Looking away awkwardly and clearing his throat, Namjoon brushes your question off with a brief ‘nothing’ in response. Unfortunately for him, your suspicions aren’t eased.

Instead of letting it go, you pause the show you’re watching together. “Don’t lie to me…” Shifting and crawling to sit in front of him (he absolutely, totally did not notice the way your thighs moved as you crawled closer to him), you giggle your sweet giggle and take his face into your hands. You focus diligently on leaving feather-soft pecks on every inch of his face, light and sugary, saving his lips for last. You ask once more, “What’s wrong? Did something happen at work today?”

Blushing a little, Namjoon takes a deep breath in, chastising himself for his ridiculous thoughts. You’ve both had a long day and need rest. Not what his mind was brewing up mere moments ago. After collecting himself for a few seconds, he looks at you with gentle eyes, reiterating, “It’s nothing, baby.” It comes out as a whisper, his minty breath hitting your face.

You smile as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist, “Alright, alright.” Sighing exasperatedly, you play the show again and cuddle into his chest. Comfortable, and now calm, Namjoon takes ahold of your warm, delicate hand. He caresses it happily, enjoying the feeling.

Everything is fine now.

Not.

Eventually, an action scene arrives in the show. You stiffen, sitting up in his lap. As the tension in the air rises, your leg starts to jump up and down with restlessness.

Namjoon most certainly notices, but his eyes are Gorilla-glued to the screen, desperate not to look over.

But no.

Your thighs scream his name.

His sweatpants tighten.

As the tension continues to rise on screen it also rises in him. Namjoon’s hand moves slowly to your thigh. He caresses it, enjoying the softness. You look at his hand, his actions catching your attention—the way his fingers leave a burning trail, one that makes your cheeks red.

Just as a gunshot fires in the drama, you jump. In this short period, Namjoon swipes the remote, hopeless, and desperate. Your head shoots towards him, “Hey—” you pause at the look in his eyes.

You get it now.

“Joonie are yo—mmf—” you’re silenced as he gently presses his lips against yours, pushing you into the sofa. “Oh-“ you gasp between kisses. Heat rises, gentleness is abandoned for sucking, biting, licking. He swipes his tongue at your bottom lip—practically demanding entrance into your hot mouth. It sends shivers down your spine, eliciting a soft moan. “This is sudden.“ before your breathless comment makes him pause, but you pull him closer, giving him permission to continue. He nips lightly at your lips and you submit, granting him entrance into your mouth and planting your hands deep in his hair.

Hands searching, Namjoon grasps at your left thigh, squeezing, rubbing them up and down. “Fuck, angel, you’re so gorgeous.” He speaks against the kiss before ducking his head down to the crook of your neck, making you seize up, whimpering. Your neck has always been sensitive. “relax, baby, just hold on tight.” Whispering, he reassures you.

As he busies himself with your neck, engraving it with his mark—or several of them, you move to pull his loose t-shirt off,  struggling to combat your rapidly weakening limbs.

Nonetheless, it lands discarded on the floor.

Reaching under your top, Namjoon slides his hand across your abdomen, his chilly fingers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You curl into his touch obediently.

Moving quickly, it takes no time at all before Namjoon is planting a light kiss on your inner thigh. Your legs go weak, trembling at the wispy yet pleasurable sensation. A weak mewl emits from you. “J-Joonie-“ He kisses the tender skin once more. It’s supple and burning against his lips. You gasp as he licks it, feeling a dire determination to know what it tastes like.  

Sweet.

It’s subtle but so palpable. Your thighs shake and threaten to close but Namjoon grips them firmly, holding them open. “Hold still for me, angel.” He breathes against your sensitive skin as he speaks—it’s hot and searing, forcing a whine out of you. Chuckling at your whimpery reaction, Namjoon asks, “Do you like that, baby?”

You have no option but to answer honestly and breathlessly, “Y-yes-“

So, he moves up your thighs, leaving love bites and deeply bruised hickeys. They’re various shades of blue and purple, a beautifully painted watercolor. The proud work of Namjoon and his hunger. Every mewl, whimper, moan, and plea that bursts from your lips revs him further. Your back arches the closer he travels to your core, but your thighs remain under his iron grip unable to close. You’re undoubtedly soaked by now. “You love the way I ruin you so nicely, don’t you? So desperate and needy.”

Struggling to catch your breath, you don’t answer.

“Answer me, angel,” He commands you, squeezing your thigh roughly. “Good girls use their words.”

“Yes!” You gasp as he sucks extra harshly on a preexisting hickey.

Satisfied, he leans away momentarily, meeting your eyes. “Baby, can I keep going?” You hastily nod your head, now just as needy as he is.

Namjoon decides to take his time despite the hardness within his sweatpants. At a painstakingly slow rate, he slips off your silky rose tank top. He attaches his fiery lips to the sensitive tip of your breast, forcing a groan from your eager body. As he works with your breasts, leaving a similar watercolor painting as your thighs, he pulls off your shorts—as well as your lacy undies.

His hand is once more on your thigh, inching, inching, inching towards your core. “Joon, hurry up, please.” You beg him.

“Shhh, be patient babygirl.” He kisses against your lips sensually, but just as slowly as his fingers trail to your core. They leave teasing circles in particularly sensitive spots—ones that he knows will make you crumble further beneath him. The subtle and carnal tingle is deliciously gratifying. But it’s all so, so slow.

It’s agonizing. The desire pools in your stomach, heavy and pleading for release. Unable to help it, your hips thrust up. “P-please I-“

“I told you to be patient.” Cutting you off, he growls under his breath. He puts more weight against your middle, effectively pinning you. You squirm but the dominance only wets your core even more.

Legs wobbly and weak, you can only keen into every precise touch. You try to focus on breathing as your senses become overloaded. His lips don’t leave your chest—a peck here, a tug on the nipple there, every moment is shocking to your overstimulated system. Heavy breathing speckled with moans serves as the backdrop.

Trapped. Trapped in bliss you almost don’t notice that his nimble fingers have met your core, finally.

You instantly moan loudly at the touch, “Joon!” He buries his digits deep, spreading your juices. His thumb grazes your clit, summoning a guttural moan from deep within as it circles your bundle of nerves.

“You sound so pretty, baby.” His melodic voice only deepens your pleasure. Without warning, he thrusts a finger in you, following a slow rhythm. Your back arches from the friction, only to be stopped by his chest that’s still holding you in place. “Open your eyes, baby.” You attempt to do so, but the pressure that’s building is almost too much.

Namjoon won’t have that.

He stops all movement, making you whine, helplessly squirming under his weight. “Open. Your. Eyes.” He softly whispers. This time you follow his instructions and look straight into Namjoon’s darkened pupils. “Good girl.”

Resuming movement, he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot. His lips meet your neck once more, going back over the hickeys he left earlier. All these sensations all at once are practically suffocating, everything building up the tension in you, stretching the rubber band.

“Joon I’m- I’m close-“ you plead with your eyes, holding him close for support

“No,” Namjoon whispers to you, leaving velvety kisses on your lips, “Not until I say.”

You let out a throaty moan, doing your utmost not to let go. Every part of you wants to release, but you hold off.

Every noise becomes breathless as you hug Namjoon closer, desperate not to snap.

“Namjoon, please-“ you cut yourself off by releasing another moan.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” Namjoon asks as he slows the pace his fingers move.

“Y-yes!”

“Well, good girls ask for what they want. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me what you want, beg for it.” He bites at your earlobe as you listen. The thought of vocalizing your desires makes you more flushed than ever. But your body screams for release. “Speak up, angel.”

“Please- Please let me…” You stop near the end, embarrassed. Namjoon stops all movement and begins to remove his fingers from your core. Crying out in disappointment you reach for him, “No!”

“You weren’t being good, angel.”

“Please let me cum!” Letting it out all at once you bury your head in Namjoon’s chest. “Please… sir.”

“Fuck” Namjoon growls into your ear. You whine once more, chest heaving. He grinds himself onto you, making you jolt, and continues rolling his clothed length onto your core. He’s undone you completely and all you can do is cry desperately, begging for more.

Finally, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “Ride me, angel.”

Your breath hitches at his demand, “But s-sir—”

“Shhh,” He sets you up on his lap, “Be a good girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

Namjoon’s hand puts a light pressure on your clit before you yelp, “O-okay!”

Quickly peeling his boxers off, Namjoon discards them next to your silk shorts. It’s not long before you’ve settled once again on his lap. You line up your entrance with his length.

Namjoon does nothing to help. He only watches as you slowly descend on him, whining every step of the way. You brace yourself on his shoulders, “J-Joon it’s too much—”

He takes hold of your thighs, “Keep going, you’re doing so well, angel—fuck-” Namjoon’s grip on your thighs hardens and he helps bring you down until you’ve bottomed out. You squirm at how full you feel, wanting to move. You begin to grind on him—your patience running thin. “Shit—just like that baby” he praises your movement, guiding you along.

As you keep moving, Namjoon begins to quietly moan at the feeling of you riding him. He can’t hold any of it in—eventually he’s sucking at your neck to hold back from crying out altogether. His entire existence spurs you on. Losing your strength, you lean into his chest. Your hips have begun to ache, but you only need more of him. “Sir you—you make me feel so good-“ softly speaking, your words have a devastating effect.

“Oh god, baby—you’re so good. Keep going—” His words are broken from pleasure, “F-faster. Go faster for me—”

Ever the obedient partner, you listen to him. “Yes sir…” your words drift off as you keep focus. Namjoon becomes fueled, lifting your face to his and bringing you into a deep kiss. All your walls have come down as he explores your mouth.

“Call me that again—do it again, pretty girl.” His name for you causes your stomach to sink in arousal.

“Sir—ah!” As you speak through the kiss, Namjoon begins to thrust up into you. Suddenly your words become a mantra of “sir” and “more” until he’s taken over complete control. “I’m close, sir—please--”

“Go on, sweetheart, keep going. Let go for me.” He revs you further, meeting you with every thrust and making you cry out in pitched whines.

“I-I’m—” You don’t get a chance to finish; with only a few more thrusts, you come undone. Namjoon holds you tight, and you cling to him as you release all over him. As he chases his own orgasm for a few more thrusts, all that’s left in the air is harsh breathing and the scent of arousal. After enough time has passed, he removes his length. You whine at the sudden emptiness.

Although you’d like for him to stay, Namjoon leaves momentarily to get a wet washcloth to clean you both up. As he’s finishing up, he leans over to you on the couch and rubs his hands soothingly over your trembling thighs. “You did so well, baby” he praises you, placing light kisses all over your face. You can barely acknowledge his words, but they still make a warm feeling spread throughout you.

As Namjoon brings you both to bed, you cling to him and refuse to let go. Lying in bed, you still find yourself cradling into his arms—attracted to his warmth.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

star athlete — lando norris

lando being a supportive bf for his football player gf

face claim: leah williamson

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landonorris always watching my girl kill it on the field, no matter where i am in the world 🌍 💙

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yourfan1 didn’t know lando was an arsenal fan 🫢

landonorris correction: i’m a y/n fan

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landonorris phenomenal game love. so proud of you! 💜

mbrighty04 we did it cap!

yourfan2 crying!!! so proud of you & the team 😭💜

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youandlando1 they’re so in sync its wild

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landofan3 my favorite genre of lando is when he fanboys over his gf

yourusername same 🤭

carlossainz55 congrats again yourusername on your win!!

youandlando2 lando is such a simp we love to see it!!!

[theleeminhyuk]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST SUUUUU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU 💘💞💖💕💗💓💘💞💖💕💗💓💘💞💖💕💗

to my loveliest and most supportive friend on tumbly, happy birthday beloved !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s been like what, over 2 years now? still can’t believe i was able to meet someone so smart, funny, dedicated, and most importantly just an overall WONDERFUL <3 i don’t know how i can possibly thank you for the time you put into this friendship 🥺 you’ve been by my side for a long time, through a lot of things; thank you for being my cultural cuisine buddy, my fellow admin, my partner in crime, my shoulder to lean on — my dearest su! let’s spend more years together being here for each other and pushing ourselves to be the best people we can be, love you always 💕💕💖💓💘💞💕💗💗💓💘

😭😭😭😭😭THANK YOU SO MUCH BUB💓💗💞💕💘💓💝💞💖💗 you mean so much to me thank you for these sweet message and for everything else you've done will do for me and with me ❤️ love you so much!!!!💝💖💘💖💘

[luveline]

good morning (at least in my time zone) jade! for hurt/comfort requests, could i maybe get peter putting together a little self care day for r because she’s burnt out from finals week? i hope you’re doing well ily 💜

i love you!! listened to honeybody for this!! peter and his adoring but burnt out gf

"Why are you home?" you ask. 

Peter grins at you, a near lavish smile, leaned up against the doorway of your bedroom expectantly. "If you want to break up with me, there are nicer ways." 

You rush to slip out of your shoes and practically throw yourself at him. If Peter's surprised he doesn't show it, lifting you easily up into his chest, your socked feet struggling to keep purchase with the rug. 

"I missed you," you say. You don't mean to, but it's the truth.

Peter noses at your hairline. "I missed you. Glad we're not breaking up." 

You huff a laugh against his cheek. He smells amazing but nothing like he usually does after his nightly patrols. There's a distinct lack of perspiration, only the warm stick of his deodorant and cologne. You kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth, heart racing with excitement. It's not often you get him all to yourself. 

You kiss him again and pull away. "Never. But seriously, why are you home? S'it my birthday?" 

Peter takes a step back, unveiling the many different things spread out across your bedspread. You tear your eyes from him, wind-whipped and handsome and grinning, and feast your eyes on what he's done. 

There's a basket's worth of different things in a range of colours, mostly skincare, your usual face wash and moisturiser, a green tea toner, serums, stuff you didn't even know Peter was aware of. 

"What's all this for?" you ask, eyes widening when you spot new pyjamas nestled at the top of the bed near the pillows. You turn to him with a glowing smile. "Pete?" 

"You haven't had time to yourself in ages. Or you haven't been making it, with finals coming up. Figured you couldn't avoid it if we did it together." 

"Oh," you say, noticing that some of the things he's bought he's bought in pairs. Two sheet masks, two new pairs of socks. "Did you get yourself new pyjamas, too?" 

He unzips his hoodie. Where usually you'd expect the spider-man suit, you find only a shirt that matches the one he's purchased for you. 

He's expecting your second hug, arms opening wide. You fall into them.

"You're my favourite person on the planet," you declare, rubbing his collarbone with the side of your head. 

"You're mine, bub." His voice is sweet and light, riddled with laughter, and his hands reflect that where they rub up and down the length of your back. 

"All yours," you say agreeably, burying your face in his neck. 

[personasintro]

hi mimi! i just wanted to say that i absolutely love your works, not only mh (and i love mh so much too 🤭)

like, your jimin one-shots "adaywithoppa" and "only you", they're so good 😭 even though it's been a while since they were posted i still love them today, your writing is really good

thank you so much for making such good stories, you are amazing 💜 i hope you have a great day!!

Ahhh those are the old ones!! There are one of the first stories I’ve written on this blog 😭 so much time has passed since I posted them. I’m still happy there are people who get to enjoy them 🥹🫶 for my own sake, I won’t go back and read them but if any of you want to, you’ve been warned ahahah

Thank you bub 🩵 have a lovely day! 🫶

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hi hi!! if you’re taking requests can you please do a story with eddie and little reader?

Maybe it’s bath time and daddy makes sure his (very) little girl is all nice and clean before her bedtime, he gets wraps her up in a fuzzy towel after and reads her a bedtime story. Just overall fluff.

My little one loves reading your eddie fics when she regresses and i’m not home, it brings her so much comfort, she loves your writing so much. 💜

Bath time

Content - age regression, cg!eddie, baths, soft toys, bubbles, colouring in, towels, bedtime stories, don't like don't read

Summary - bath and bedtime with your caregiver.

Authors note - aww please tell your little love how much I appreciate that she loves my writing it makes me so happy that I'm able to help!, reblogs are greatly appreciated, hope you enjoy <3

You loved having baths.

There was just something about them that relaxed you beyond belief, maybe it was the feeling of the water against your skin or the smell of the bubbles either way they were one of your favourite things.

You were sitting at the dining table of your flat colouring in a page from your favourite book, you had been very excited because you found a page you'd never seen before.

Hearing eddies footsteps echo on the floorboards you looked up with a smile "hi daddy" "hi bubs, what are we doing?" He asked gently pulling a chair to sit beside you examining the page.

"Colouring in" you said cheerfully pushing the page towards him "Oh that's amazing Y/N" he gasped taking in the intricate details "thank you" you giggled taking it back and picking the pencil back up.

"Well I hate to cut this short but it's time for your bath sweetheart" he said chuckling when you immediately threw the pencil back down with a happy grin.

After leading you down the hallway he opened the door a smile coming onto his face after hearing you squeal upon seeing the amount of bubbles in the bathtub amongst the water.

“Let’s get you in hey princess” Eddie smiled warmly, after helping get you undressed he took your hand and helped you get in the tub making sure that you didn’t slip. After you were relaxed Eddie pulled out the basket from under the sink, reaching out you saw him holding your favourite bath toys.

One was a windup fish that swam around in the water, the other was a white swan that wore a golden tiara with vines going through that floated like a boat and your bath pens.

Watching Eddie wind up the fish he placed it into the water chuckling at how you immediately started to search for it. “Can you see him angel?” He asked spotting it behind you underneath the bubbles “no can you?” You asked curiously looking around you.

Making eye contact he led you with his eyes behind your back. “There he is!” You squealed grabbing the fish gently, you knew it wasn’t real but you wanted to make sure it was okay anyway.

Over the next 20 minutes Eddie helped you draw some pictures on the tub with the bath pens and the walls. “Okay bubba time to get out” “aww” you whined giving him puppy dog eyes “I know baby but you know what will happen, the water will get to cold and your skin will get dry and itchy so come on” he quipped quickly placing a kiss on your temple and reaching down to drain the water.

Helping you get out of the bathtub eddie smiled looking at the look on your face when you nuzzled into the soft towel. “Cmon little one, let’s get you dressed.

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Once Eddie got you dressed into a pair of comfortable loose Panama’s he tucked you in under the duvet before walking over to the over side of the room and pulling out your dummy from you little box.

“Here we go princess” he cooed helping you place it in your mouth chuckling when you twirled it around, reaching down he pulled open his bedside table pulling out a selection of books.

“Which one would you like sweetheart?” He asked gently presenting them to you.

It was always hard deciding on which story you wanted, you loved them all very much and they were all good for sending you into a deep sleep.

He had given you the option of 3, the very busy spider, possum magic, or a chapter of the bfg it was a very hard decision you adored all of them.

I’m the end you opted for a chapter of the bfg, you felt like a story you could continue.

“Okay baby here we go” he sighed kindly adjusting you against him so you were more comfortable and opened the book and turned onto the first page.

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