#his beauty often literally STUNS me

[toruslvt]

  ִֶָ casualties ↪ part two of mafia boss sukuna.

⋆ mdni. semi public ( public place but no people around ) unprotected sex, mentions of guns and bribes, keep in mind he is literally a gangster, none of his behaviors are ‘normal’, mirror sex, slight stalking ( sending people to investigate you ), breeding kink and creampies, pet names used: princess, doll, my girl/love, sweetheart.

after your first encounter, it only took the man a flick of his wrist and your whole life was settled in a stack of papers on his coffee table, smirk tugging on the corner of his lip and a cigarette tightly held on his free hand. your address was the easiest part, with your father being an important member of the mafia, it was only normal for his men to get the direction in the blink of an eye, perfectly in time for Sukuna to start sending large bouquets of flowers with an unknown sender, although his scent was present on each petal, just for you to admire and your father to frown.

it was not too much work either to find your birthday, friends and places you often visit, after all you were a public figure as well, —that and a couple of bribes to your acquaintances it’s all it took.

the store of a luxury clothing brand stood in front of his car, tinted glasses concealing Sukuna’s half hooded eyes and knowing smirk, of course the princess would only shop at the most expensive places, perhaps using daddy’s black card. it’d be a lie if Sukuna said his cock didn’t throb at the idea of you using his black card next, to your heart’s content.

the pink haired man was not one to follow his impulses, to him everything was premeditated, carefully studied so things went smoothly like the fat wad of bills slipping into the retail’s clerk pocket, and much similar to the subtleness in his men’s loaded guns pressed against your bodyguards sides, who trembled in fear, so pathetic.

“tsk” Sukuna thinks, “i should get better guards for my girl” with a swift movement he fixes his cuffs, straightening the jacket suit and matching black half buttoned shirt underneath, allowing his tattoos to be seen.

and it takes his whole self control in not opening the dressing room door where he knows, you’re in, and sloppily make out with you, pants tightening at the memory of your fucked out and dizzy expression. fuck, he’s so hard already. but instead optes to sit on the large leather couch in the middle of the VIP space, his eyes scanning the quietness and luxury in ceiling high mirrors and marble floors.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, finally stepping out of from behind the wooden door and attempting not to let your surprise be seen, but considering the slight twitch in Sukuna’s lip, your attempts probably failed.

“it’s good to see you too, doll.” he almost purrs, eyes drifting up and down the sight of your body in a tight dress, “won’t you turn around for me?” he teases, licking his lips.

yet you remain still, raising a brow and crossing your arms, taking a peek at the now empty room.

“come on, sweetheart, just one turn, for me?” Sukuna grins, sliding a thumb over his bottom lip, “i’ll answer all your questions later” and you’re pliant enough to comply, twirling around with a slight burn in your face, questioning him once again.

his grin never falters, only increasing with your cute actions, deciding to stand up and calmly walk towards the clothing rack, humming in delight at the beautiful garments that would look absolutely stunning on his bedroom floor, “can’t a man shop freely now?” he teases, handing you a matching skirt and top set in an oddly similar color to his hair.

“yeah? i had no idea you liked to shop at an all women’s store” you tease back, allowing for Sukuna to rest his hand on your waist, his whole self made you weak in the knees, a whiff of his cologne and you wanted more.

he chuckles, deeply and rumbling on his chest, making you bite back a whine as his hand guides you to the dressing room, his voice dropping to an intimate level, yet he still bends down to breath against your ear, “then, would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you?” Sukuna whispers, pressing his lips against your nape; you’re not certain of what moment he made you get into the room and close the door softly behind him, only your reflection in the mirror bringing you back to reality, “you’re awfully hard to find, sweetheart” hands trail down your sides, squeezing the sides of your breasts just slightly, “has your daddy been keeping you away from me? did he find out about the lewd things I did to his precious daughter?”

you can’t help the soft moan off your lips at the sensation of the man’s bulge pressing on your lower back, the sight of his large, filled with rings and tattooed hands cupping your body made you dizzy, Sukuna having to bend down to easily nip on your nape, and gently brush your hair out of the way.

“he doesn’t know”

“he doesn’t?, that’s a pity, i’d love to see his reaction when he finds out i’m the one making you this wet and pliant” he chuckles, fingers dancing around the slit on the dress, so sensually your knees bucked, threatening to make you fall if it weren’t because of his arm around your waist.

you whine, “don’t... say that”

“it’s the truth, princess, there’s nothing else I want than having the world know you’re mine” Sukuna groans, raising the hem of your dress and maintaining it tightly under his arm, his other free hand gently cupping your jaw, tilting your head up so you meet his gaze through the mirror, “eyes on me, watch who’s making you feel this good”

with a last nibble on your neck, Sukuna roughly pushes your panties down, not wasting any time in sliding his digits through your drenched slit, coating your clit in your own scent. he’s rock hard at this point, breath coming out ragged in sheer desperation to be buried in your cunt, besides from the lewd picture you paint in the mirror, eyes glossy, lips parted and letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard.

another trait of Sukuna, is that he’s not patient, in the slightest, so when a finger urgently slips inside your warm walls you shudder in response, hips bucking, almost flopping forward by the tremble in your legs, “good girl, so wet for me” he rasps, licking a fat strip down your neck and towards your shoulder, maintaining eye contact like his life depends on it.

“more...” you beg and his resolve crumbles, his initial plan of making you shiver and beg quickly by wanting to give you what you need, you make him go dizzy, you make him want to give you whoever you ask for, kiss the floor where you step.

“my greedy girl” Sukuna groans, rubbing his cheek with yours as another finger plunges in, messily fucking your hole that drips slick down his wrist, then another until your nails dig in his arm, “you’re ready for me, aren't you?” his voice is low and raspy, hidden lust behind each gasp. Sukuna is quick to undo his pants, cock bobbing in arousal, already dripping with precum as he guides the tip to your pussy, slowly sinking in with his breath hitching, “there we go”

if you weren’t looking at him, Sukuna would be very certain his rolls could have rolled back at the wetness and tightness of your cunt swallowing him inch by inch, his cock pulsing, “fuck, princess, it’s as good as I remember” he licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist and slightly bending you further in the air.

“your body is begging for it, I can feel your count spasming around me” he smiles, thrusting in deeper, harder, making you take more of his incredible length until his heavy and full balls are nestled on your ass.

“’Kuna...!” you mewl, eyes hooded, threatening to fall shut but the explicit sight of Sukuna filling your hole made you resist, only fueling your desire and lust.

“yes, sweetheart, that’s right, it’s Sukuna the one making your pussy feel so good” he groans, hands grazing your sides in a tight grip before pulling back and forcefully slamming his cock inside, heart racing at the sound of your moans and sticky pussy squelching around his girth.

“o—ohh! fuck!” you moan, half scream at the rough pace Sukuna sets, forcing your body to jolt back and forth, tits about to fall from the low neckline of the expensive dress you tried on, you definitely had to buy it now, “too deep!

he groans in return, “the deeper the better” voice is slightly shaky, “i can reach your cervix properly” it’s a promise, to fill your fertile womb once again like he did weeks ago.

there’s sobs and moans echoing in the room, mixed with the sounds of your mixed juices, and Sukuna is only fueled by them, his hips pounding faster, most definitely leaving your ass sore from the brutal way his balls and hips slam against your soft skin. he holds no respect for your possible future uncomfortableness, only thinking of claiming your cunt.

“i’m close” Sukuna groans, sliding a hand between your drenched legs, pressing two fingers against your clit and messily rubbing in desperate circles, slightly embarrassed of the fact you’re going to make him cum so much and so soon, but how can you blame him when your pussy squeezes him like a tight grip, as if begging him for more.

leaning down he claims your lips, it’s as sloppy as his thrusts and wet as your slick dripping down his cock, “need you to cum with me” he murmurs.

“close!” you manage to cry out against his mouth, only for a brief second before his tongue plunges into your mouth again, swallowing your sounds but allowing the noise of your pussy to resonate, “oh, S-sukuna! i’m cumming” you cry, and there’s the precious and slutty expression he loves so much, eyes crossed as you shudder on his cock, trembling so much he would have been afraid you’d fall, but Sukuna is quicker, selfishly keeping you up to shoot his thick sperm deep in your willing pussy, a deep growl rumbling on the walls as he pumps you, a couple of times so he’s sure his cum would take.

“so gorgeous” he rasps, breathless, meeting your hazy eyes through the mirror while mindlessly rubbing your belly, “i’ll take care of you, my love, i’ll give you whatever your heart desires..., but in return, I just ask for one thing” he murmurs, “let me creampie your tight pussy every single day.”

that’s certainly Sukuna’s own way of asking you out.

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[mrsmikaelsxn]

A Malfoy And A Potter

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pairing: draco malfoy x female potter reader

warnings: fluff, kissing

summary: you and draco have been dating in secret but the secret comes out when you two attend the yule ball together

a/n: i am so sorry i have not posted in forever, i've just been busy with school and work, and trying to catch up on my reading goal for the year! it's almost summer break so i should be posting more again :)

song: sleigh ride - the ronettes

You were currently pushed up against the wall by your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

His lips roam the smooth skin of your jaw and throat. Peppering you with loving kisses while you play with his hair.

Both of you are breathing heavy and he brings his lips back up to your mouth as he kisses you. You let out a satisfied hum and put your hands on his chest.

You gently push him back a bit and he looks at you. "What's wrong, love?"

"Someone is going to see us," you whisper.

"Hm, well that sucks for them," he grins and kisses you again.

You push him and laugh, "I guess you're right," you smile.

"They're going to see us when we go to the ball tomorrow night, you do know that, don't you?"

"Well of course, I know that!"

Draco pulls you into his chest and rests his head on yours, "If Potter has a problem with you and me tomorrow, I'll be more than happy to practice some hexes on him," he glides his hand along your waist.

"There will be no practicing hexes, Draco," you pick up his hand and kiss it before walking out of his embrace.

"Boring!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby," you squeeze his cheeks. "Anyway, I'll be off to dinner now, you should come too," you start walking to the great hall and he follows you like a lost puppy.

You go in and sit with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Hello," you smile at them.

"Hi, Y/n," Hermione smiles.

"Hey, mate," Ron says.

"Greetings," Harry salutes you. You grin and salute him back.

"So, do you all have your dates?" You ask them. You already knew about Hermione's date, of course, you two are like sisters.

"Er- not exactly," Harry replies scratching the back of his neck.

"Same here," Ron sighs and drops his head onto the table. You cover your mouth to stop your laugh when he groans in pain.

"Welp, you two got under a day left," you clasp your hands.

"What about you?" Ron asks, "I've been wondering if you finally picked someone out of the two hundred people who asked you," he says with amusement.

"Oh don't be silly, Ron, it was not two hundred people!"

"Sorry- two hundred and seven," he corrects.

You roll your eyes, but it was true. You four have literally been tallying how many people have asked you, boys and girls. "Well, yes, I have a date."

"Really? Who?" Hermione asks.

"I suppose you'll have to see tomorrow," you exclaim with a smile.

You were in your room getting ready for the ball, slightly panicking. Hermione was already dressed and now helping you. "Y/n, you don't need to be nervous," she says as she helps with your hair.

"I know but-"

"No buts. You are perfect and you dance amazingly! Your date is very lucky," she smiles.

You relax a bit and look at her through the mirror, "Hermione, have I mentioned how much I love you?"

"Yes, yes you have," she takes her wand to finish your hair. You already did your makeup with some of her assistance. She claps her hands in excitement, "I believe it's time for the dress!"

You pick up the beautiful dark green gown. You had bought Draco a matching tie when you picked the dress out.

You put the dress on and flatten out some wrinkles.

"You look stunning!" Hermione squeals.

"You mean that?"

"Of course! Now, let's head to the ball!" Hermione links her arm with yours. You two make your way to the entrance when you start to panic again. For someone as well known and popular as you, you get social anxiety often.

"You go in first, I'm scared," you bite your lip nervously.

She sighs but nods. She gives you a quick smile with a thumbs up before she heads down the stairs and goes to her date, Viktor Krum. You peak through the curtain to watch. Ron's jaw drops when he looks at her and her date. He looks angry and you could almost laugh.

After pacing for two minutes you decided to just go down. You pull the curtain and try to sneak in without being noticed. Unfortunately, things don't always go the way you want.

There were an absurd amount of gasps as you made your way down the stairs, praying to Merlin that you didn't trip in your heels. The gaping gazes of the people there making you even more nervous.

You see Draco talking with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Draco listens to his friend talk as he waits for you to arrive. He notices his friends eyes widened as his mouth opens a bit.

He furrows his brows and looks to see everyone staring at something. He looks and his eyes land on you. He feels all the air sucked out of him. He admires you and then snaps out of his trance and makes his way over you, who was smiling at him.

He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "I hope you know how ethereal you look, sweetheart," he pulls back and you blush. Another round of gasps fill the room and you hear a, "WHAT?!" You look over and see Harry rushing over to you two, "I- what in Merlin's name are you doing with Malfoy?!"

"Um, he's my date," you say.

Harry's jaw drops as his head goes back between the two of you. You laugh and shake your head.

Draco pulls on your hand, "I would appreciate a dance with my girlfriend while you continue gaping," he places his hand on your lower back and walks you to where people started to dance.

"GIRLFRIEND??!!"

[mar-iiposa]

prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

[bunnyhugs77]

I literally cried so much reading Angel Eyes but it's so beautifully writen i loved it! >.< Please tell me u have some happy scenes from them🥺

The Honeymoon

𓆩♡𓆪 Part of the angel eyes! au but can be read as a stand alone.

𓆩♡𓆪WC: 1.4k

𓆩♡𓆪In my head happy means smutty! lol enjoy

Content Warning: Smut! Honeymoons, fucking making love, jk can't last, oral sex (f! receiving), begging, desperate, dom! jk, making out, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (newly weds smh), mentions of public sex, reader is a bit bratty (but jk kinda likes it), light teasing.

The moment the two of you return to your suite from your couple's massage you immediately jump face down onto the bed of rose petals that are redone for you and Jungkook every night of your stay at the all-inclusive resort.

Your honeymoon suite was simply stunning. It was your own little bungalow with an ocean-side view of the very private island the hotel was on with your neighbours being more than 50 yards away.

You couldn't believe you went from saving a view like this into your Pinterest board and now you were looking at it first hand, although it couldn't beat the sight of your handsome husband who groaned a sigh of relief as he walked into the room behind you, leaving his crutches against the wall.

Rubbing his neck he praises the service he'd just received, "Goddamn, I think that's the best massage I've ever had--and I've been doing physio for almost a year and a half."

You weren't listening to him.

His skin was absolutely glowing, it must've been the oil they used or maybe Jungkook was just naturally this radiant. Your husband is hot as fuck, you wouldn't put it past him.

"What's that face?" Jungkook looks down at you with an arched brow. Just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter. In his stupid tropical palm-tree-themed button-down that was left open over the white wife beater that hugged his buff chest a little too well.

Your thoughts had gone straight to a sinful place and you were going to make sure to take Jungkook down with you. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing.

It felt like he'd been teasing you all day, from the way he licked the syrup off his fingers at breakfast to the way he moaned softly every so often during the massage.

"Want you to fuck me." You say, on your back, legs spreading on their own accord letting the flimsy material of your sundress give him a brief sight of the black thong that left little to the imagination.

He clears his throat, suddenly fanning his face. You'd never been this bold before. Even with all the sneaky hospital hand jobs and the quickies in storage closets, he'd never seen you get like this before. So... desperate.

"Yeah? What am I supposed to do about that?" His voice was smooth like butter and oozing with confidence. You pout and he just wants to kiss you, "Fine. I'll do it myself." You quip, dropping your hand down between your legs, but before they could even make contact, a strong hand is gripping your wrist.

"What's your problem today? You've been short-tempered all day." He walks towards you, close enough to be standing between your open legs. "Oh, like you don't know." You scoff and suddenly there's a light spank to your outer thigh where your dress had rolled up.

A whorish whine rumbles from your throat, never wanting to admit how much that turned you on. "Be nice." He warns and you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath before your head turns to the side, facing out the window to the beautiful ocean that reflected the setting sun.

"You've been teasing me all day, licking your fingers this morning, then moaning during the massage." Jungkook had to laugh. You were just so cute when you got like this, he could get used to it.

Carefully working you out of your underwear as he spoke, "I had no idea you got so hot and bothered this easily. Is this all it takes?" Bunching up your dress in his hands and pushing it to pool around your stomach as he slowly drops to his knees.

"Let me make it up to you," He purrs, and you can feel the warm air from his lips hit your center sending chills to creep up your spine.

With such little time to react to the feeling of his tongue working skillfully along your wet pussy your hands reached down for his hair, tugging gently. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." Your voice was airy and breathless as your eyes closed, too caught up in the pleasure to keep them open.

Jungkook was a passionate pussy eater, always has been, and always will be. Some guys try to overplay the role of being a 'giver' in bed, thinking it makes them some kind of next-level gentleman who deserves to be praised, but Jungkook was different.

He'd once come untouched just from eating you out and he couldn't look you in the eyes for a good two hours after that.

His soft grunts send a soundwave through your body and add an extra flame into your burning core, flooding with arousal. "Yeah, j-just like that." You moan, grip tightening in his hair and he has to stop his hips from grinding in the air.

His cock was throbbing beneath his shorts and it wanted nothing more than to find solace in the warm walls of your cunt. Meanwhile, he kept himself busy with the brutal pace he'd set with the wet, flat muscle in his mouth.

Flicking your clit rigorously until your moans became higher and more rapid. "Jungkook!-" Your chest began to dampen with sweat as it raised and fell with shallow breaths as you came undone on his tongue, but he refused to pull away until he'd licked up every drop.

Collecting the last of it on his fingers before standing and making lustful eye contact with you, sucking it off his fingers just as you'd imagined he would at breakfast this morning.

With haste, he shimmies out of the rest of his clothes while you toss your dress off to the side and out of mind. Your brain is only able to focus on the swollen head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"My wife just has the prettiest pussy doesn't she?" The question was rhetorical, but the official title did things to you. It made you want to do bad bad things to him. The kinds of things that could put him back in that wheelchair.

Pushing in slightly then pulling out, the sounds from this action alone left you scatterbrained. "Jungkook. Please!" You begged, pursing your lips with displeasure and he chuckles.

With his arms caging you in at the sides of your head he pushed in, letting his arms leverage him down to drop a wet kiss on your lips, one that you hardly responded to.

Mouth slightly agape as your walls stretched around his girth, "Shit." You curse, "Are you okay? Let me know when I-" Cutting him off with your lips, making a sound of approval that prompted Jungkook to slowly rock his hips forward.

Your cunt sucked in every last inch of him until he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby." He pants, the strained tone of his words telling you all you need to know.

He wasn't going to last long at all. Jungkook always tried his best to hold out as long as he could when he was with you, and he's sure he would have been able to before the accident but he just couldn't seem to control himself, especially not with you moaning beneath him like this.

"fuck-" He curses, rolling his hips into you with a steady pace. With every thrust your mind goes blank and your nose scrunches. It was a cute habit Jungkook hadn't noticed till recently. The way your nose would scrunch when you were close to your orgasm.

"I'm-" You warn and he grunts, hips rutting into you, deeper, slower.

"Look at me, Y/n." The use of your name was able to have your eyes fluttering to meet his. The eye contact was all too much for you, to look at him while you finished was overstimulating in every sense of the word.

All it took was one glance and you were moaning his name at the top of your lungs and reaching your climax, suddenly thankful that your neighbours were so far away. With one last squeeze of your walls around him, he felt his composure crumble, shooting his hot cum inside you.

Toppling down beside you. The both of you stare up at the ceiling with laboured breaths before turning to face each other.

"What if I just got you pregnant?" You snort, "You just always have something to say don't you?" He smiles, "I'm serious, you never know." Inching towards him, never breaking eye contact, "I think we can handle whatever life throws our way."

After the last year the two of you had gone through, that was most certainly true.

[vibingandsimping]

I always feel so awkward/flustered requesting things, but the bg3 brain rot is so real. Could I ask for specifically Gale’s, and/or also anyone else of your choice (if you want obvs), like reaction to a virgin!Tav, like never had more than a peck on the hand or cheek inexperienced? I’m just absolutely feral over a shy, never been kissed Tav and companions~~~

Tav is just like me, fr. I appreciate you pushing your comfort zone and asking. Never feel ashamed to request something on my blog. <3

I liked this idea so will count it towards my second follower goal special. Funny how both of them ended up being Gale requests, honestly. Attempted to keep it gender neutral.

Word count: Around 2,000

Forewarnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, partial loss of virginity, oral (receiving), undergarment stealing, porn with little plot.

Gale, himself, had been quite inexperienced before Mystra. He just had himself so deeply rooted in his books and studies he thought the time was… wasted. It wasn’t that he couldn’t seek a partner, no, he just didn’t fare the effort. Mystra sought him out and how in the hells could he turn a literal goddess down? That relationship burned and crashed. Honestly, he was thankful for it now. He met you. You struck him like no other. You were more than Mystra. So when feelings reciprocated? Gale was elated.

He judged on your nerve that you either found him stunning, or, you lacked experience. He thought the latter. Whenever he held your hand and gazed into your eyes you seemed to shake. It was cute. His palm cupping your cheek and you’d flush so deeply he’d fear you suddenly fell ill. Often times, you’d break it off before things escalated beyond a hand holding or a gentlemanly kiss. Gale didn’t take to it harshly, at first. He yearned for your skin, your lips, your touch. He tried to make that clear in his language. Hands reaching for you more often, bodies closing the distance. He’d never push too far, though. Gale’s shame would be immense if he scared you.

Some gentle probing finally pulled some truth from you, one evening. You were a virgin. Never even having been kissed before. He wasn’t sure whether to comfort you or take a primal hunger in the idea of being your first. Lips and body, hopefully. He brushed it off initially, saying that he’d tend to your needs when you were ready. His words lingering in the air as he made it apparent that he craved you. Lusted and loved, in every sense. You nearly combusted and stammered. Gods, you were going to be his ruin. Mystra, forgive him but he believed you more enchanting than she ever was.

The first time he tasted your lips was under the guise of moonlight. Northern lights dancing in the sky as the moment you shared tender. You relaxed in the privacy and comfort of him. He bore his heart to you that night. Explaining his fears- his worries and his longing. It was shocking to see you make the first move, your hand cupping his face this time. You drew him in and he closed the distance. He swore he was flying when he pressed against the plush of your lips. Moving in and out, feeling the breath of each other dance along skin. His hand reached out and rested on your knee. You covered it with your own, grasping it in your hold. Fingers interlocked and he took the initiative to deepen the moment. His tongue flicked against your lips and the whimper that followed made him shiver.

As soon as it happened, he pulled away with a pant. Doe-brown eyes searching your expression as his mind raced. “I apologize if I am taking things too far or too fast. Your beauty strikes me and all I wish is for this moment to last an eternity.” You laugh, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Then, you shake your head and draw him in closer. “No, it’s okay. I think i’m ready. I want you, Gale.” His nostrils flare at the words and he steels himself, watching you intently. Nerve trickled in your voice but there was no outward hesitancy in your desires. He sits for a moment and soaks everything in. The satisfaction and sight of you presenting yourself to him. Vulnerable and so willing. He trailed his free hand to your shoulder and gently pushed you onto the grass. Intertwined hand next to your head as he claims your lips once more.

You could only lay and enjoy the sensation he was giving you. His fingers tickling down your shoulder to your chest. He was more than happy to lead you in this dance of pleasure. It would pave a path into many nights where you could enjoy each other. He’d be able to forget what it was like imagining your flesh. His tongue parted your lips and licked at your own tongue. You exhaled a sharp breath through your nostrils, sloppily trying to reciprocate. He smirked a little and continued to guide you as his hand lowered to where your sleep-shirt rested at your hips. His fingers were a little cold from the air as he slipped underneath it to feel your stomach. Gale parted from your lips to your jaw, continuing his love there down to your neck. Arousal from the touch of another was strange- but definitely not unwelcome. Gods, no, it’s so welcome. Your thighs clenched as he kissed over a particularly sensitive spot of your neck. Seemingly noticing your shift, he nibbles and sucks on it. The sensation causes you to gasp and writhe underneath him.

His palm presses flat on your stomach, using his strength to keep you still. Once he finds enough satisfaction after leaving a hickey, his lips trail down to your shoulder. A final kiss is left and he lifts himself to meet your gaze. His lips are wet and a tad swollen as his lids are halved. The sight made your loins tingle. It spoke all lust and admiration. He took such pleasure in watching and feeling you succumb to his touch. He nods downward at you, gesturing to your shirt and you nod in return. With the confirmation, he slips your shirt over your head and soaks the sight of you topless in. You can feel him shake a little as he hovers over your body. He lowers himself and slides downward to plant kisses against your collarbone. They follow to the middle of your ribs until he’s level with your nipples. He looks upwards through his eyebrows as he wraps his lips around one. You keen- arching your back as he suckles while his fingers tend to the neglected.

You hardly notice when his lips meet your lower stomach. Reaching to your pelvis as he slowly works your pants down your legs. You help him by shimmying your hips- and he groans in satisfaction when the skin is revealed. His hands contact your thighs and hold you down while he continues kissing along your pelvis- tickling the undergarments you wore. Your breath hitched and fingers twitched at the grass underneath you. Torn between admiring the sky or him as he worked your body so beautifully. A nibble caught your daze and you whimpered. He parted and cherished in the kisses and little marks he’d left. “Love,” he whispered and you craned your neck to look at him, “It is not too late to stop. I won’t force this upon you.” Admittedly, you paused for a moment and stared at him. Smiling and reaching out, his face was cupped in your hand. “No. I want this.” He visibly perked.

“Then, may I?” His fingers slipped under the waistband and tugged. You nodded with a twinkle of amusement. The cold air on your sensitive flesh made you hiss- but he was quick. Fingers and tongue meeting with little hesitance. You jerked at the sensation and he simply hummed, easing you down. It seemed he waited a moment for you to adjust before working his magic (pun intended). His tongue licked and worked you in circles while his fingers explored the flesh around. Your thighs, your rear- anything he could touch. He was keen to listen to your whimpers and observe your movements. He’d stop when you’d flinch and he’d continue when you moaned. Quite honestly, the coil in your stomach twisted and wound faster than you’d anticipate. He collected the mix of your arousal and his saliva onto his fingers. They circled your entrance and gently prodded, allowing you time to recognize his desire through the haze that was pleasure. It didn’t come easy when he started to push them in- no, you tensed and cried out. Gale continued working your sex while his spare hand caressed your flesh comfortingly. Once he was past the first ring- everything began to slowly ease.

His eyes watched you carefully as he slowly began to explore the inside of you. You were thankful for how patient he was being. Stopping whenever it seemed to overwhelm you and continuing when the stillness became unbearable. It was a few minutes before you could finally find a deeper pleasure in the touch rather than the discomfort or pain. He hummed approvingly against your sensitive parts- and you whined. His fingers were relatively thick but mostly long. They searched inside you until your body writhed as he brushed against a spot that made your eyelids flutter. It was over after that, he didn’t miss a heartbeat adjusting his tune to increasing the intensity of his mouth and tongue while abusing it with his fingers. You couldn’t contain the depraved sounds you made after that. Gripping at whatever you could; settling on his hair with tight white knuckles. Breaths were shallow as everything came to a crescendo and- crashed. It crashed hard. You were a writhing mess under him as a strangled cry cut from your throat.

Gale happily licked and cleaned up any mess you made as he worked you through your orgasm. Thighs clenching and unclenching around his head as he milked you of all you’re worth. He pulled away when the brink of overstimulation set in, wiping at his face with a grin-eating smirk. You lay like a fish out of water, riding the high and twitching with aftershocks. The man curled up beside you and cooed comfortingly in your ear while you recovered. You could feel his erection press into your skin through his robe but he paid no mind. He laid with you for however long until you could breathe and think with some sort of clarity. Recognizing that, he spoke. “Beautiful, truly beautiful. I have craved to see that for ages now. Yet, nothing my imagination could supply would have compared to it.” He laughed softly while you melted at the sound. “Do you need some… erm-“ You gestured towards the mass against your leg. He blinked, looked downward and smiled bashfully. “No,” he claimed and you blinked in shock. “I wore you out thoroughly with that. I will be fine- there are opportunities ahead. It will make it all the sweeter. Besides, I want you to cry my name out next time.” He shushed any rebuttal you had with a kiss. Soft yet passionate- with the aftertaste of you on his lips.

He grabbed your discarded garments and began to wipe the rest of the mess from between your thighs. You flinched and shivered at the touch of the highly-alert flesh. He kissed your ear tenderly to reassure you before curling the fabric into a ball and pocketing it. You gave him a pointed look- questioning. “Keepsake.” He muttered with a blush. A shiver ran down your spine at the perversion of the act. Yet, it made you feel so desired all the same. “Do you need anything? Food or water?” His eagerness to confirm your comfort made your chest swell. You shook your head and claimed you only wanted to relax with him. Gale visibly softened at that, almost awestruck. He assisted you back into your clothing and fixed your sex-messed hair. The night was still after that. Wrapped in his arms as his breath washed over you from the proximity. His fingers danced along your skin and traced unknown shapes. Everything felt as close to perfect as you’ve gotten in… a long while. You knew you couldn’t stay there the entire night. It just felt right to enjoy the rest of the moment with him til you had to return. Return to the madness that was your current life.

For now, you could forget the tadpole. You could forget anything that wasn’t the feeling of his warm body pressed to yours and the afterglow of everything that occurred.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Shima Iwashita (Goben no Tsubaki)—Shima Iwashita was THE leading lady of Shochiku (one of the 3 major movie studios in Japan) for over 16 years, including the entirety of 1960s. She's been two-time winner of the Blue Ribbon Awards for Best Actress and the winner of the Japanese Academy Award of actress in a leading role in 1977. Famously known in Japan as the actress best suited to wearing kimono, Iwashita often played elegant, strong-willed, and sometimes vengeful female characters. She is particularly adept at portraying women's independence and self-reliance, as well as their delicate inner feelings, and has portrayed a number of sentimental and individualistic women in her many period and contemporary dramas. Her talent was discovered by Yasujirō Ozu, one of the world's greatest filmmakers, who told Shochiku executives at the time, "She is an exceptional talent who comes along only once in a decade." Ozu cast her as the female lead in his final film An Autumn Afternoon before he died of cancer in 1963. Now at the age of 83, she is as beautiful as ever.

Grace Kelly (Rear Window, High Society, Dial M for Murder)—The literal princess of Hollywood (she retired at 26 to become princess of Monaco), her name said everything about why she was so hot. She carried herself with a grace and elegance you just don't see anymore. Her voice was sultry without being overbearing, and she had the ability to be sweet but suggest a deep sensuality at all times.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Shima Iwashita:

Grace Kelly:

flawlessly beautiful and a literal princess

Her facial structure? Flawless. Her eyes? Stunning. Her hair? Gorgeous. Her style? Immaculate. Every second she’s on screen, she just exudes this elegance and sophistication. It’s no wonder she ended up marrying a prince. But she’s got this mischief in her eyes that is compelling.

She was so elegant, so beautiful and perfect I could cry for real. A fairy disguised as a woman.

the most beautiful of Hitchcock's "icy blondes". elegant, glamorous, she left hollywood to became an actual princess, I mean, COME ON

she's so pretty and refined and elegant! I'm pretty sure taylor swift's blonde hair red lip look is modeled partly after her

She's just so elegant, look at her all dressed up like a Barbie doll in the latest fashions. There's a quiet dignity about her.

Not only was she princess of Monaco she also is Stéphanie de Monaco's mother and yeah, vote for her she's soooo pretty That red dress in Dial M.... hot damn

To me, she is the first and only blonde. She earned it. Paired with Edith Head's costume design she is unstoppable. I dare anyone to watch her as Lisa Carol Fremont in Rear Window and not be completely blown away by her hotness.

SHE IS SO PRETTY AND FASHIONABLE!! Not only that but she has an alluring aura to her in whatever film I've seen her in! Rear Window is just one of my personal favorite films she was in, especially for her costumes in that. And how many actresses can you say was a princess consort in addition to being a famous leading lady?

[dorims]

I like the way you make me feel (about you, baby).

gif creds @/cassandrahoward

pairing. roman roy x reader

wc. ~700

genre. fluff

just a morning before work with roman roy

tags. NO beta, english isn't my first language // established relationship, roman's low self-esteem makes a very subtle appearance, suggestive (one line), mentions of roman's slutty waist (literally)

a/n. i love him your honor, thats it. i was also gonna add that for some reason i seem to be keen of writing intimate scenes inside bathrooms but that come outs...weirder than it is lol ANYWAY i hope u enjoy !!

“I have a what?”

You could see the furrow of his brows through the mirror. It made you bite back a giggle, hiding the cheeky smile on your lips behind his shoulder.

“A slutty waist.” you mumbled against his work shirt, pulling him tighter against you. It was impossible not to interrupt his morning routine when he wore those shirts and those pants and when he looked way too good for your own good. Which, to be fair, was more often than not. Regardless, there was something about him in the mornings, when his tie laid over his shoulders unknotted and his hair fell over his forehead free of gel. 

“Uh…thanks?” He looked baffled while making eye contact, and you only broke it when he shook his head, your eyes teetering upwards to see his profile. “Between the two of us, I always thought you were the slut but oh well-“

“That's not how it works!” You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly. He pulled your arms tighter around him gently, missing the pressure around his body when you stepped backwards. 

It felt good for you too. Feeling the warmth of him after fighting your way out under the comforter made up for being woken up at 6 in the morning by his alarm. 

“Well,” interrupting himself as his fingers fought the silk of his tie into a knot. “I don’t want to be the only one that's getting slut-shamed.”

“I didn’t call you a slut, I called your waist slutty.” 

“Oh, so you’re slut-shaming my waist, same difference.” He scoffed, basking in the way you rolled your eyes as you turned his body to face you. 

He wanted to complain as your arms snaked away from his waist but held back once he felt your fingers pick up both ends of his tie. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was some sort of weaponized incompetence or actual incompetence that didn’t allow him to tie it properly by himself. A mix of both, probably, but you always did it better than him. 

Plus, if he had to access some weird part of his brain, then he’d have to admit he quite liked it when you let it get tighter than usual before loosening it up.

“You say that as if you’ve never slut-shamed me.” You joked, pretending not to notice how he shivered when your fingers grazed his neck as you flipped the collar. 

“I don't slut-shame you, I slut-praise you.” Smirking as if trying to hide the effect you had on him, he quipped back. His attempt fell flat though. He swallowed down hard when you finished the loop of the tie with a gentle yet firm tug before smoothing it out.

“In that case, I’m praising your slutty waist too.” You let your hands trail down his chest until your grip rested on his hips. Gentle as always, your touch felt all too warm. The mushiness of being tired, you supposed. He thought so too as you pulled him closer, “And I’ll keep doing so because I think you’re,” and placed a gentle kiss against his and then hovering, intertwining each word with another. “beautiful and hot and gorgeous and breathtakingly stunning—“

“Oh fuck off, get out of here.” He broke into a bashful smile, cheeks tinted pink as you punctuated your affection with a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You sighed, pushing yourself off him to let him get ready, though not before lingering against the door frame. “I’m gonna make coffee, you want some?”

He chuckled, “You know we have people to do that, right?”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I enjoy making some for you.”

You didn’t need verbal confirmation from him. Knowing the answer had grown into a pleasant habit, the same way picking the coffee he liked and using the same brand of low-fat milk had. 

You closed the door with a lovesickness unlike any dripping from a smile of your own. And if he had to access an even darker, twisted and weirder part of his brain, as he had done before, he would struggle to admit that the way you cared made him feel awfully warm, like hinting to the despair that gnawed at the back of his head that he wasn’t as unlovable as he thought. 

[lueurjun]

ENHA REACTION ⋆̩ s/o that wears a hip chain and anklets

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🖇·˚ ༘┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐐 . @666booklover , , Heyy 😁 Its me again lol.. can I pls request an enha reaction to a s/o that always wears a hip chain and anklets, if it's not too much trouble 😅. (like do u think they'd think it's 🥴 or something Imao). My Indian bestie heard I had an account and I am speaking on her behalf (aaand I just got pinched) tysm!!

˚ ༘💭 ·˚ message from lueurjun . . . hope this was okay for you my love !! sorry it took so long, i had a major brain fog and couldn’t seem to find the right words, but i hope i did your request justice.

★ ! H E E S E U N G

no but he hasn’t breathed the same since he met you

bro wheezes in your mere presence

legit the embodiment of the pick up line: ‘are you an inhaler because you took my breath away’

yeah he’s cute but i’d write you poetry just sayin

he’s so in love with you in general, but with the added combination of you wearing hip chains and anklets, he’s enamoured by you

enamoured 🤓 look at me thinkin i’m smart

literally would go out of his way to get you more

drives the rest of the members up the wall with how much he talks about you

“they were wearing such a beautiful hip chain piece, the other day with a gorgeous anklet to match it- it brought out their eyes and-‘

‘heeseung im glad you’re a simp, but please shut up’

that was 100% jay or ni-ki ( i bet jay )

i can see him pouting when you decide not to wear one

like he just stares at you for a little while and you’re like ??

not that he doesn’t find you stunning without them, he does, but he’s grown accustomed to you wearing them

not him being obsessed… i could be more obsessed if you want. say the word, i’ll roundhouse kick him

he also likes the noises they make whenever you move

it literally soothes him??

bro stop before i literally cry

he’s so in love pls let me be you for a day

or be with you 😏

★ ! J A Y

slightly more reserved than heeseung

as in, not as obsessive about it, but he still loves them type of thing

he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but not so much that you feel unappreciated because he still makes sure to compliment them — and you in general

that’s right. yeah he does. if not, he’ll have a meeting with my fists: pretty and punch.

though just because he’s not as obsessed does not mean he’s not observant

he pays enough attention to know which ones you prefer, and which colour you wear more often

so when he decides to surprise you with a new anklet or hip chain, it’s always the colour that you prefer

OBSERVANT KING 👏

jay is also a fashion icon, so a lot of the time, he helps you pair them with a super nice outfit

super proud to strut around with you on his arm wearing your pretty hip chain which matches with your outfit, paired with a gorgeous anklet

mesmerising the locals with your outfits during a little coffee date

this could be us but you playinnn 😔🤟

no but seriously, jay loves your hip chains and anklets ( almost as much ) as he loves you

i could love you more tho

★ ! J A K E

this man legitimately GIGGLES whenever he catches sight of the chain

someone poison me he’s so cute

just when he thinks he’s found his favourite one

you rock up in different one and suddenly, that’s his favourite

and don’t even get him started on the anklets

bro loses all composure

me when you exist fr 🤭😌

to be honest, i can see jake wanting to match anklets with you

and he for sure would gift you one with a ‘j’ initial on it just because he loves you

‘not because he owns me, ‘cause he really knows me’ BOP

jake is 100% the type to play with it

like you could be laying together and all of a sudden you’d feel his fingers gently brush against your skin

and when you glance down, he’s absentmindedly playing with your hip chain

or if your feet are in his lap

he’s fiddling with the chain of anklet

someone be my jake, i can’t handle this anymore

it’s a habit of his at this point so now you don’t really bat an eyelash when he does it

but it does cause a stir inside of you when he does it in front of his friends

because it’s so intimate?? and loving?? and in front of his friends proves that he doesn’t mind showing that bit of affection

a man that is secure and proud 👏 you deserve nothing less baby !!

but it’s also not over the top enough to be considered as PDA

sighhh i’m obsessed with you guys

★ ! S U N G H O O N

a lot like jay, like he doesn’t really make a huge deal out of it

he thinks they’re nice, and he likes them but he doesn’t feel the urge to make a massive deal

like jay, he will compliment you and make sure you know that he thinks you’re stunning and that they really go with your outfit

he may even become slightly more touchy but won’t say anything about it

nonchalant mf tryna act all cool 🙄😎

despite acting all cool, i can see sunghoon secretly making you a hip chain or an anklet ( maybe both )

like on valentine’s day, amongst all of the other gifts he’s spoiled you with

he just whips out a box and sheepishly hands it to you

imagine he just launches it at your head and walks off-

and when you open it, your eyes instantly brim with tears because you imagine him just sitting there for hours

awh imagine him sitting with his legs crossed- STOP I CAN’T BE PUBLICLY CRYING OVER A GROWN MAN SITTING DOWN

it’s obvious he’s put a lot of effort into it

he may have even followed a tutorial step by step

and it definitely becomes your favourite piece

posting it on your story and him complaining that all his friends are going to see

but then refusing to let you take it down when you offer because he feels superior knowing their partners will whine about him being so sentimental and creative

HES SO REAL FOR THAT PLS

once he sees how much you love it, he will make it a tradition for him to make you your very own piece every year

soon you have your own little boutique of hand crafted anklets and hip chains

that’s so romantic someone run me over

the boys tease him for being a simp, obviously but he can’t find it in him to feel embarrassed

not when he sees how happy you are

he’s well and truly smitten, but so are you so it’s all good

literally i would die for you both

[voxmortuus]

Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧

The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.

Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.

"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.

"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.

You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."

"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.

You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.

Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.

You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.

You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.

"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.

All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.

[piastree]

Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

— Part 4

Previous Part

Summary: When things aren't going well, Y/N takes a break for a while and redirects her focus to other things, spending more time with Oscar and her friends. Y/N's friends and Oscar consistently support her, ensuring Y/N is okay, even though she often insists she's fine. Disclamer: This is a story created for fun without any hate towards anyone. This work exists in a realm separate from the original canon. Characters may be divergent from their established personas. So, just enjoy the rollercoaster ride.

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landonorris are u proposing mate? oscarpiastri yeah mate, proposing to decide who pays the bill

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yourbff Through thick and thin, we've been laughing side by side for ten fantastic years. Wishing you endless happiness❤️

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user friendship goalsss

user they are so PRETTYYYY

user both of you are not only stunning but also funny😂

oscarpiastri reserving my spot for the next decade😁

yourbff you're claiming to be one of my best friend spot now? i'll ask y/n first for the approval

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user lily with y/n?????

user lol y/n just casually third-wheeling Lily and Alex😂

user mother, father and their daughter

user isn't y/n outfit too fancy for hiking??😂

lilymhe she thought we were just joking about going hiking😭

alexalbon y/n seemed a bit lost without oscar

oscarpiastri well, she loves being a dork

user MOTHER SLAYING AS USUAL😍

user Y/N is literally everywhere but not on her own Instagram :(

user yeah but we love seeing how people around her being so supportive

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f1updates oscar was seen at a karting track with the young karteers yesterday

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user finally we got new pics of oscar!!

user it's cute seeing the interaction between the kids and oscar

user AH OSCAR I MISS U POOKIE

user this is so lovely<3

user no y/n?

user i guess y/n isn't kind of wags who sticks to her partner all the time🤷‍♀️

user agreed, i've seen her at races only a few times

user when she doesn't need him anymore, she throws him under the bus

user lol wdym she just know what she should prioritize. Even oscar himself said she has her own life

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f1wags After a brief hiatus from social media, y/n makes a cameo on her friend's IG Live today! In today's live, she spilled the beans on some questions about her christmas holiday in Australia and the short getaway in Japan with Oscar. She couldn't help but gush about the incredible experience—her first time in Australia. Oscar played the perfect tour guide, showing her around his hometown and introducing her to his family. He also told us about their short getaway in Japan. Y/N explained that they haven't seen each other for more than two weeks as Oscar is already back to work—busy with meetings, simulator sessions, and prepping for the upcoming F1 season at the McLaren Technology Centre, and she have to return to her work and projects too.

And can we just say, we're glad the couple is still in good terms after the recent not-so-great rumors?

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user OMG, missed seeing you around, Y/N!

user she's talking about christmas in australia and their japan getaway? I need all the details!!

user she said they went to kyoto, disneyland, tried some street foods and traditional tea ceremony🥺

user i'm so happy y/n and oscar are still going strong and just ignore the haters and rumour

user their holiday stories are giving me major FOMO

user you radiate beauty and glow when you are unproblematic<3

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yourusername in 2023, my journey went from ginger to black, mirroring the different stages of my life. It's like a colorful map of my growth and transformation, representing the beautiful journey i've had. Grateful for the lessons, the love, and the incredible people i met along the way❤️

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notes: honestly, i really want to put some conflict but i dunnoooo i can't bring myself to do it because i love them so much<///3 i dont want to mess with their lovey-dovey bickering dynamic:((( Maybe in the next part, I'll toss in some drama to keep things interesting hahaha lol. Thankyou for reading this chapter and hope u like it. Anyways, what do you think so far? Share your thoughts and let's have a chitchat with me<3

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[luvfy0dor]

“Before it Dies on The Display ♡⁠˖” Bsd x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara ✧

Warnings; None!

Description; Actual drabbles about Dazai and Chuuya getting you flowers ♡⁠˖

A/n; Hey y'all, sorry I was gone for a solid eight days, I had a bunch of swim meets this week and practice and stuff, I'm sure y'all get it. Requests are being worked on; I feel bad asking for them and taking literally more than a full week to do the simplest stuff. Sorry again 3:

Dazai Osamu ♡

• Dazai buys you flowers, often cool colored ones. He doesn't often get roses unless you specifically request it; he opts for more unique and exotic flowers if obtainable. He really loves wowwing his partner and standing out from others.

ೃ⁀➷

You had planned to go on a date with your boyfriend, but he was running relatively late right now. You stood in the doorway of your home, arms crossed as you leaned back against the frame. Your clothes were well put together, fitting for the fancy restaurant that you were treating him to. It really didn't take long for him to pull into your driveway though, the headlights piercing the darkened evening.

He quickly opened the door and stepped out, his arms behind his back. You knowingly grinned as you uncrossed your arms and shut the light off, closing and locking the door behind you. He sped up his pace, careful not to reveal the long flower to you until you met in the middle of the paved path to your doorstep. "Good evening, my dearest." He says smoothly, a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He leans in to place a peck on your own with his arms still held behind him. Your noses bumped together, making you laugh a little. "Are you ready to go?" You ask Dazai, him immediately shaking his head. "Almost! I just have a gift for you first." He says. "Any guesses?"

"Hmmm....I dunno, a yacht?" You playfully reply. "Better! I've brought you an orchid, darlin'!" He says, pulling the potted plant out from behind his back and handing it to you. "Dazai, you never fail to surprise me, this is so beautiful!" You say, grinning and taking in the beauty of the dainty flower. He kisses your cheek and grins with his hands now on your shoulders. "A beautiful flower for an utterly stunning person." He whispers, leaning in to peck your lips again. You return it pleasantly and turning to your door, getting your keys out again so you could place it inside. "Thank you, Dazai, really. They're so beautiful." You smiled from ear to ear before placing the plant inside. He hummed, following you inside and taking your hand; bringing it to his lips for a soft and sweet kiss. "Ofcourse my darling! Since I've brought you flowers, you can pay for dinner, yeah?" You roll your eyes and ruffle his hair, pushing his face away. "That has been predetermined." You tease, grabbing his hand and leading him out the door, ready for a sweet and romantic night with your lover.

Chuuya Nakahara ���

• Chuuya, unlike Dazai, loves buying his partner roses. He feels like it's such a tried and true method of making his partner swoon for him. They're so romantic to him, especially red roses.

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Chuuya was walking down the streets of Yokohoma, heading towards his favorite cafe. He noticed that he had passed a flower shop on his way, only coming to realize that it must've been brand new as he stood in line to order. You immediately crossed his mind, his subconscious telling him how happy you would be to receive flowers from your beloved boyfriend. He decided that he'd stop on his way back; you deserved flowers more than anyone with all the hard work you do, even though he's offered to let you stop working and take care of all your needs. He loved how dedicated you were, and for that he felt that you deserved all the flowers in the world!

He exited the cafe, walking up the street this time. He made it to the flower shop, opening the door and immediately being greeted by strong floral scents. One of the florists offered to help him build a bouquet and he immediately accepted, wanting to create the perfect bundle of flowers for his lover. They worked with one another to create an arrangement of reds, pinks, and whites, tying it all together with kraft paper and ribbon. He payed and thanked the worker, returning out onto the streets once again. He was able to go home early today, a smile on his face as he thought about you.

When he reached home, he twisted his key into the lock and pushed the door open with his foot, his arms filled by the bouquet. It was utterly massive, and you had a look of confusion on your face when all you could see was the brown paper instead of your boyfriends head. Once he closed the door again, he held it out for you. "A new flower shop opened and uh, I thought you'd like some roses today." He said with a grin, his hair falling on one side of his neck as it usually did. You smiled and took them into your arms, pulling Chuuya in too. "Thanks, babe, you're real sweet to me, you know that? You deserve this treatment too." You say softly, brushing his bangs away from his face. "Yeah, yeah, but that's not important right now. Do you like em? If you don't I can get you another bouquet, no need to hide the truth." He says sweetly, rubbing your upper arm. You immediately shook your head. "No! No, no, I love them!" You reassure him, staring at the beautiful flowers, their pedals smooth and unbroken. "Promise you're not lying to me? My love only deserves the best, you know that." He asks with a smirk, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. "Promise." You say, grateful to have such a thoughtful and willing to please lover.

A/n; Depending on inspiration in the next couple days regarding requests I'll post a Fyodor and Nikolai ver of this. I thought this up on the bus ride back from my meet which felt like a fever dream bro some kid did 100 butterfly in 1:06. WHAT THW FRICK U GUYS

[saninthebuilding]

"it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him"

-

thinking about being in a relationship with bakugou.

although he won't admit it (he'd rather hug deku than tell you he absolutely adores you), he loves it when you praise him.

now, it's not praise in his quirk, or how good of a hero he is.

just... him.

and that's how your entire relationship started.

~

the class had started, and you were sitting in the seat next to him, having been added to the class late due to some issues with enrolment. aizawa-sensei had just ended his lesson, and everyone was mingling about, getting to know each other.

you were talking with denki, who had approached you for the first time with another one of his cheesy pick-up lines.

"if you were words on a page, you'd be some real fine print."

a yellow-haired head popped into your peripheral, and you turned around, confused.

"me?"

he grinned, "who else, sweetheart?"

you stared at him, shocked, before breaking out into a fit of laughter. after you got it out of your system, you turned to him, a grin of your own making its way onto your lips.

"not bad. well, you'd be in bold, now wouldn't you?"

his eyes widened, and he stared at you for a good minute, before he burst out laughing.

"i'm denki," he smiled, stretching a hand out toward you. you took it in your own, shaking, "i'm y/n."

a growl was heard from your left, and you turned to see a spiky-haired boy glaring at the two of you. irritation shown plainly on his face, he scoffed.

"you guys are gross. throwing around half-assed pick-up lines."

you studied him for a moment, taking in the way he slouched in his chair with surprisingly intimidating grace. his hands shoved deep into his pockets, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. the blazer that seemed to stretch thin around his biceps.

and those eyes.

those ruby-red, captivating eyes.

your eyes met his, and a shock ran through you at his intense gaze.

"your eyes are beautiful" you blurted out.

shit.

those red eyes widened, and his mouth opened just a tad bit- not enough to be noticeable from a distance, but since you were sitting to his literal right, you saw.

"hah?!" recovering fast, he snapped at you. "don't bullshit me!" turning away from you, he dropped his gaze to the papers laid out on his desk.

denki was laughing behind you, saying something about emotions and how he thought the ash-blonde didn't have any.

but your gaze was on his ears- bright red. the only tell that what you'd said had affected him.

looking down at your desk, a small smile played onto your lips.

cute.

~

as time went on, you guys moved from strangers who had just met in class to proper classmates.

the two of you were often paired up to work together since you were sitting side-by-side, and although you barely knew his name, you were glad.

aizawa-sensei had just grouped the two of you up for an assignment, and you'd decided to move to his desk so you guys could work together.

"the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, stopping his writing to shift his gaze to you.

"we needa start this shit," you said simply, gently pushing his papers so you could dump your arms onto his desk. you dropped your head onto them, before looking up and seeing him momentarily stunned.

that didn't last long.

"what the hell are you doing?! move it, dumbass!" he lifted his hand to shove you off the desk, but you ducked out of the way, almost falling off your chair in the process.

"come on blondie," you protested, "we better get going otherwise we're gonna end up failing!"

he glared at you, anger rising.

"don't call me blondie, you extra!"

sighing, you shifted your eyes to his paper, trying to figure out his name. catching sight of the word at the top of the page, you raised your eyebrows.

"bakugou?"

raising your head, you studied him. "bakugou. alright then, blondie."

"tch, whatever."

he went back to continuing his writing, paying no more attention to you. you, however, kept your gaze on him, before dropping it to his page.

the words flowed from his pencil, and you watched his hand flex and fingers tighten every so often as he kept answering the first few questions of the template aizawa-sensei had handed out.

"you have nice hand-writing, bakugou."

his hand came to a sharp stop, the nib screeching slightly. alarmed, you looked up at him, but you saw he was watching you oddly.

his ears were red again.

"the fuck you saying that for, dumbass?"

you grinned, and you met his ruby-red eyes, amusement growing.

"the name's y/n."

~

the school year went on, and eventually you guys progressed from classmates to friends. or at least, that's what you called it.

it's not like bakugou would say that himself, however he didn't make an effort to correct you.

he dropped it overtime.

it was a late afternoon, and aizawa-sensei had created units for realistic hero training. you, unfortunately, had not been paired with a certain blonde-haired boy.

however, you were more than happy to watch him fight.

standing in front of the live stream of the ongoing battle, you watched jirou get cornered by mantis, his blades speeding towards her. shouts rose from both class 1a and class 1b.

"crap, he's gonna get her!" mina's voice rang out from behind you.

however, he didn't.

there was a blur of black in the corner of the screen, and suddenly bakugou blasted his way into view. his foot coming down on her back, he shoved her out of the way, before raising his head to snarl at the fanged "villain."

"as if you'd get someone from my team on my watch."

a loud *BOOM* echoed through the speakers, and the reverberations were heard from the arena itself. An explosion erupted on the screen, blinding you, and when you looked up again you saw mantis lying on the floor with bakugou standing over him.

wow.

the fight ended soon enough, and you waited until class was dismissed to catch up with the explosion boy.

"hey, blondie!"

bakugou turned, his trademark scowl plastered onto his face.

"what do you want, idiot?"

you stopped beside him, before smirking up at him.

"you were good out there."

he whirled towards you, teeth bared. "of course i was good out there! the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

you let out a dramatic sigh, before slinging your arm over his shoulder and yanking his face down towards yours. he let out a snarl of protest, but made no move to pull away from you. you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"i mean~" you sang out teasingly, "you looked out for your teammates. you don't have to tell me you were good out there, blondie. i know you were."

he opened his mouth to butt in, but you silenced him with a finger to his lips. he looked down at it, irritated.

"kicking jirou outta the way was one way to save her ass. but you did."

you lifted your gaze to his, a genuine grin on your face.

"you do care. you've just got your own way of showing it, huh? it's nice, seeing you looking after other people. plus, i'm almost 100% sure you're actually a big softie on the inside."

whatever bakugou was going to say didn't come. he just looked at you, slightly taken aback by everything you'd just said.

realizing that you'd said a way more than you'd intended, you cringed internally, quickly turning to look at where you guys were going rather than him.

oh crap, he's gonna eat me.

instead, he averted his gaze, an arm coming up to cover his face.

"shut up."

surprised, you turn back to him, expecting a sudden blast to your side. but you take in his body language- the way he was covering his face and avoiding your gaze, and don't say anything.

besides, seeing his bright red ears was enough.

~

it was the end of the first year at ua, and class 1a had decided to throw a party to celebrate. the dorms were alive with laughter and movement. sato and momo had decided to team up with a few of the students from class 1b to prepare a variety of different dishes for the occasion. there were activities and other things set-up in order for everyone to enjoy their last day as first years.

however, it was loud.

feeling overwhelmed by the constant noise of the party, you headed outside for some fresh air. going out in the court yard and turning into the garden located in front of the dorms, you inhaled a long breath of fresh air.

this is nice.

"what are you doing out here?"

you stayed where you were leaning against the grill blocking the fountain, knowing who it was without turning around.

"i could say the same to you."

bakugou stepped up beside you, and you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amazing.

he was wearing a deep red suit, the same colour as his eyes, and a black collared shirt. the blazer was closed, tailored to compliment his build. his hands were shoved into his pockets, and you could see the material strain along his biceps.

he looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight.

feeling your gaze, he turned to face you. "shouldn't you be inside, enjoying the dumb party?"

"it's loud in there," you replied.

is it just me or is there some favouritism going on with him and the moon?

"mm. i take it you don't like that shit either."

"nah."

the two of you lapsed into silence, staring up at the night sky. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your mind racing, pestering you to tell him tell him tell him. you'd ignored it all year, creating excuses for why not to, but now there was nothing in the way.

it was just you and him.

slowly, you tilted your head up to the stars shining faintly against the midnight sky, not having the courage to face him completely.

"hey bakugou."

he turned to you, concerned. you rarely called him by his first name.

is she alright?

internally cursing yourself for being a coward, you forced yourself to face him. meeting his gaze, you stared at him for a moment, before speaking.

"you're really pretty."

what?

he takes a step back, his arm flying up to cover his face like it did all those months ago. his ears are a burning red, and a flush creeps up on his cheeks.

"you... what?"

taking a step towards him, you say it again.

"you're pretty."

his heart beats hard in his chest, in his ears, in his head. his blood rushes through him at a faster pace than usual. his breaths come out short and sharp.

"you..."

he takes a step forward, then another, and another, until he's standing directly in front of you. he angles his head down to yours, his gaze filled with an emotion you couldn't place.

"do you know what you do to me?"

your heart beats hard in your chest, in your ears, in your head. your blood rushes through you faster than usual. your breaths come out short and sharp.

"what?"

"i said... do you know what you do to me?"

you stay silent, staring at him in complete shock. taking in your frozen state, he reaches for your hand dangling by your side.

his grip is surprisingly gentle yet firm, and his rough hands warm as he guides your own to his chest.

you can feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm.

"every time you say something about me, i get like this. about me. every damn time. and it's been driving me crazy. did you know that?"

at a loss for words, you just stare. at him. at his face. at that mouth.

he notices.

"y/n..."

an explosion surges through your body- that was the first time he called you by your name.

"can i... kiss you?"

you meet his gaze, those ruby-red eyes that grasped your attention not so long ago.

"yes."

it comes out breathless, and bakugou still has enough bravado for a small smirk to make its way onto his lips.

lets see how long it says there.

grabbing his collar, you yank him down towards you, and he catches himself on the railing behind you before he stumbled into you completely.

his mouth is soft against yours, and you feel his hand come up to rest on the small of your back, pressing you closer to him.

definitely a softie.

after what feels like forever, he pulls away from you, sucking in a long breath.

"damn."

you grin, relishing the sight of his flushed cheeks, although you knew yours weren't any better.

"oh, shut up pretty boy."

he tsked, shoving you off him.

"cut it out with that mushy shit."

but he gave you a small smile, however self-satisfied it was.

and in that moment, you couldn't have been more glad of the fact that you had chosen to compliment him all those months ago on your first day of school.

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a/n: ok wOw. this was 11 pages in google docs omg. i hope you guys liked it! i know i did lmao

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hii i saw you reopen your thbk request‼️

So... may i request akane, teru, and natsuhiko x gn reader. The reader is insecure about their thick thighs? It's been my insecurity for a long time😭

Feel free to decline this request if you feel not like it!

akane aoi x gn!reader , teru minamoto x gn!reader , natsuhiko hyuuga x gn!reader

a/n : hii , thank you for sending in this request !! i hope you have a lovely day/night/etc <3 warnings : none ?  word count : 764

Akane <3

He thinks you’re the most amazing, gorgeous person in the world. When he hears about your insecurity, he’s a bit surprised.

To him, everything about you is literally perfect, including any flaw you see in yourself. Akane would tell you this regularly, so long as it didn’t make you uncomfortable.

He loves complimenting you anyway, so he wouldn’t mind trying to boost your confidence in your thighs! 

He’s fond of most any love language (and gets giddy over any of them), so, with your consent, you might find him resting his hand on your thigh randomly. Doesn’t mean anything odd or suggestive by it, he just likes to use touch as a reminder of his love for you.

And words… he uses his words so often. Did I mention that? Words? Yeah. He might be a bit much at times, but he adores saying kind things to you.

“(Y/N), you’re so stunning. Have I told you that today? You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” He’d say, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh. If you say your doubts, or even have a slight expression of disbelief, he won’t hesitate to confirm it as many times as he needs to.

“I love you so much, (Y/N), everything about you is perfect.”

“Any insecurity you have is amazing. You’re so lovely.”

“Your thighs? When I say you’re lovely, I mean it. Every inch of you is lovely, (Y/N). I hope you can know it someday like I do.”

Teru <3

“Aren’t you the best sight to see? You look lovely, (Y/N),” He would tell you, meaning it genuinely. Any compliment he ever gave you was from the bottom of his heart that was overflowing with affection towards you.

When you ask if he means it-- explaining that the way they fit was a reminder of your insecurity-- Teru would also be a bit surprised. However, he did understand insecurities, and faced many of his own.

He’d take his time to reassure you, holding your face in his hands and telling you how gorgeous he found every aspect of you. Inside and out, you were stunning.

He strikes me as a huge quality time guy (after all, he has a busy schedule-- catching him taking time specially to hang out with you is huge), and so he might base his reassurance off of your favorite love language (or a combination! Honestly, it’s most likely a combination). 

While he might not exactly be sure how to incorporate “quality time” or “acts of service” into helping your insecurities, he makes sure to do what he can with words and touch, as long as you’re comfortable.

Reassures you constantly, tells you how beautiful you are, and might even express some of his insecurities to make you feel better about yours. After all, do you find his insecurities unattractive, or do they make you feel less about him? The answer is probably no! And so, he says that it’s the same for him-- he doesn’t find anything about you unattractive.

As for touch, he also has a habit of resting his hands on your thighs. Honestly, the first time he did it, he wasn’t fully thinking, and was immediately fond of it! Intimate enough that a stranger wouldn’t do it, but nothing too “scandalous” or so on. If you let him rest his head on your lap, he’ll think he’s in heaven.

Natsuhiko <3

Natsuhiko LOVES physical touch. He obviously likes words of affirmation as well, but having the honor of being your boyfriend entails the honor of hugs, kisses, and other various touches.

Before the topic of your insecurity even arised, Natsuhiko adored your thighs. You’d often find him resting his hands on your thighs, or resting his head in your lap.

One day, as he’s relaxing with his head on your lap, the topic of your insecurity comes up. Natushiko, being the drama queen that he is, reacts exaggeratedly. Sits up, gasps, hand over his mouth. He looks almost like you insulted him.

“How could you think that! You’re so gorgeous, (Y/N), your thighs are so gorgeous!!”

Only ups his affections after that. Nearly every time you sit together, he’ll discreetly rest his hands on your thighs.

In private moments, he might squeeze them lightly, or even press kisses to them, should you allow him.

Also will be your BIGGEST hype-man. If you wear anything short or tight against your thighs, he’ll grab at his chest dramatically, hearts practically floating out of his eyes. Compliments you so much, hyping you up with kind words and kisses.

[lonelycowgirls]

"Do you still think you'd choose me if we met now?"

"What?"

"If you met me today, do you think we'd still get together?"

"What? Where is this coming from?"

Stella was struggling. Scrolling through her phone on Instagram was making her feel, well to put it bluntly, ugly. She'd often like posts of Harry, so her For You page would often be dotted with him. The picture of him with two gorgeous blonde women made her heart sink as soon as she laid eyes on it. She'd known that he was going to a little get-together with Brad the day before and she trusted him - it still didn't make seeing that picture any easier on her. Especially when he looked... like that in it.

"Well, we've been together for so long now... I just wonder... whether if things were different... if you'd even look twice at me."

"Stell, I literally had my tongue in your arse yesterday and you're wondering if I still fancy you?" Stella cackled out a laugh with him, and he chuckled on the sun lounger next to her. Did he have to air her out like that? He didn't even look up from his book when he said it.

"For God's sake," she sighed from laughing and unlocked her phone again, then found herself frowning at the picture that continued to shine on her screen. She sighed, "seriously though, look at these girls..." She rolled to her side to show him the picture and he grabbed her phone to look and zoom with his fingers. "Can't blame me for feeling a little bit insecure." She sat up and grabbed her water bottle from down by her bed and took a swig, looking out to their view of the ocean from the terraced balcony of their hotel. She glanced at him again. "Alright, I think that's enough zooming now, H." She leaned over and snatched her phone back, making him laugh at her. She shook her head and closed the app altogether.

"Yeah, there are plenty of beautiful people in the world..." He closed his book and stood lazily from his lounger. "They were nice girls to be fair..." Stretching his arms above his head, he breathed out a content sigh before bum shuffling onto the edge of her bed. Placing his arms on either side of her head to look at her, albeit through the dark tint of his sunglasses. "But none of them are you."

She lifted his glasses and placed them on top of his head, scraping the hair off his face. "If I wasn't so in my feels right now I would've gagged at that." He scoffed and hung his head on his neck in defeat. She lifted his chin so he was looking at her again, "but, thank you." She said softly, pecking his lips a few times and pinching his chin between her thumb and forefinger.

"I think you forget how funny you are, how charismatic you are, how caring you are, how smart you are." With each compliment to her personality, he pressed a kiss to her skin. To her forehead, to both cheeks, to her nose before moving to her neck. "You're so much more than what you look like." He nuzzled in further. "Not much to talk about with a gorgeous mannequin." He mumbled.

"Harry, that's a bit harsh." She commented, scratching the back of his neck where her arms were surrounding his broad shoulders. He pressed a final peck and pulled away to flop back onto his own bed.

"Well, it's true. Do you think we'd still be together after this long if we had nothing to talk about?"

She left his question to be rhetorical with just a shrug of her shoulders. She knew she was being dramatic and he always reassured her of how he felt about her. But really, what other girlfriend in the world had to deal with beautiful - like seriously stunning - people literally fawning over their partners?

"You're still thinking about it aren't you?" Harry said, again not looking up from his book and messing with his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

"No."

"You are, I can hear your thoughts."

"Oh, alright, sorry Mystic Meg."

"That's right, 'tis I, back from the dead. And I can tell you're still thinking about it."

"Go on then, what exactly are my thoughts telling you?"

He rest his book on his lap and brought a hand up to his chin to scratch it in false deep thought. "Nah, have to have eye-to-eye connection." She rolled her eyes at his silliness before he swung his legs to sit opposite her, slapping her thigh twice lightly. "C'mon." She sat up and brought her legs to sit so their knees brushed together, the hair on his legs tickling her. He sat forward to rest his elbows on his thighs and stared at her with a deep furrow in his eyebrows. She gazed into his eyes and quirked her own brow in question. After about thirty seconds of this, she scoffed.

"Spit it out then!" He brought his hand to slide up her thigh and squeezed it to tell her off. She held onto his wrist to get his hand away but he linked their fingers instead.

"Wanna know what I'm thinking?"

"What? I thought we were doing me?"

"Nah, it's about me now." She laughed and shook her head at him. "I'm thinking... staring deeply into your eyes..." He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers. "That I love you. Everything about you." She smiled. "Even when you're moody and impatient when I want to play games." He pinched her hip with the hand that wasn't holding hers, tracing the skin on the back of her palm. She flinched at the movement, opening her mouth to speak before he connected their lips again. With the Australian sun glistening on the seafront before them, beginning to set and casting a glow over the two of them, she imagined this would be the ideal place and time for Harry to propose. "I especially love your tits in that bikini top."

"And... you ruined it."

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This really just flowed out of me after seeing that pic, huh.

Nel xo

You can see the rest of the pieces from this universe here!

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Beautiful colleague

A/N: Welcome to my fist ever smut, feel free to send all the remarks you want to help me improve. ^~^ Word count: 1708

You woke up thinking it would be another boring day, just another day listening to pointless demands and orders at work, in fact you still ask yourself why do you keep that shitty job, but then you think about your new colleague, and you start to smile. The day she came in felt like a ray of sun after a rainy day, the tall gorgeous blonde was stunning and before you could even say a word, you find yourself tripping on your words, trying to salute her and welcome her in this hell which suddenly became way more interesting. “H-hi, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you said, still astonished by her smile. “Hey, I’m Somi, hope we will do good work together” she started giggling, which made her even more beautiful. Your boss looked at you, “She will be under your commands till you finished teach her all she needs to know, so don’t waste both your time and get to it”, he left you both in your office and locked himself in his. “He looks like a perv”, Somi said, “ like he kept trying to watch down my shirt all the time he was with me” she looked disappointed by that, but you can’t blame your boss, she looks like a walking goddess, her figure could make anyone go crazy and she was overflowing with confidence. “He isn’t a bad guy, it’s not that often that we see woman as beautiful as you here” you started blushing when those words left your lips, “I should learn to think before I speak” you thought, looking in her eyes, afraid to see disgust, but all you saw was a malicious look. “Oh, so you think I’m beautiful ?”, Somi started to smile, “maybe you could help your new BEAUTIFUL colleague learning her job then” “You are going to tease me with that, don’t you”, you laughed, feeling happy to be at work for the first time in months “Yes I am”, she laugh too, “but we should work now”.

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A few weeks have passed since Somi and you were paired, you did your best to teach her all you know, and in exchange, you saw her struggle to take some of the work your boss literally buried you in. “(Y/N), is it normal that you get all that work while I see some colleagues do nearly nothing”, Somi looked pissed, but not because of the amount of work, because you were the one who needed to do it. “Well, that’s because they do nothing that I get to do all the work, to make sure there’s no delay”, you flashed her a sad smile, knowing that it will be another night where you will overwork, “You can go home if you want, you don’t need to lose some sleep because of me”, then you thought “even if I would love to lose some sleep with you”.

Somi started to think, and finally said “No way I leave you alone with all that work, I’ll go get us some food, and your beautiful colleague will assist you as much as she can” she laughed, and you started to feel a bit better.

“Okay, but stop teasing me with that, you know that it slipped out of my head”, you were still feeling shy because of that

“I know, but it’s fun to make you blush”, Somi winked at you, and left to grab some noodle cup at the grocery down the street. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

You decided to close your eyes, to let them rest a bit, and fell asleep before even knowing it, just to woke up on something really smooth, you didn’t remembered going to the couch in your office, but it felt like the best pillow you’ve ever slept on….You slowly open your eyes, just to see something huge in front of your sleepy eyes, it took you less than 2 seconds to finally understand the situation….your head was laying on Somi’s thighs, and what was hiding the light was her chest, you tried your best since she worked with you to not stare at them, but they look even bigger from there. “Oh shit, I’m sorry , I must’ve fell asleep”, you were bright red, and your body was reacting to the heaven sent sight you woke up to. Somi looked at you, and you saw that luscious light in her eyes once again, while she bit her lower lip, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be sorry there, in fact I think I can help you” she said that with a teasing voice. You gulped loudly, “H-how do you want to help me ?”,you try to look anywhere but at her, her hypnotic body making you fail at it. She got closer to you, and whispered in your ear right before biting your earlobe “Maybe I could help you relive some stress, I know how you look at me when you think I’m too busy to notice, but what you don’t know is that it gets me so horny every time” You couldn’t believe what she said, you must still be dreaming, there’s no other way, but you started to feel a hot breath in your neck, followed by soft lips and kisses crashing on it, stealing some light moans from you, as her hands wander on your chest, going lower and lower, till they reach your pants. “So, (Y/N), any commands for your beautiful assistant, I’m here to help you in any way I can” she rub your growing boner through your underwear, and you feel yourself losing your mind and will to stop her faster than you thought possible. “I need to feel your lips down there, my only order right now is that I want you to make me cum Somi”, your mind was too busy trying to keep your sanity intact to ask for more, and at the second she unpacked your boner, you knew nothing would ever feel better.

Somi started to jerk you off slowly, planting her eyes toward yours, her devilish smile letting you know she was waiting this since longer than you. Her lips began to kiss your length from the bottom, her soft hand fondling your balls gently as she started to push the tip of your cock in her mouth.

You moaned, it was truly too amazing to be true, you were getting you cock sucked by the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met, in your office, and she was willing to do her best to help you to relieve your stress, even if deep down, you knew it was just because she was horny and wanting to do that, after all the teasing she did.

The deeper she went, she louder your moans became, she was really skillful, twisting her tongue around and making your cock feel like it’s melting, the gulping sound echoing with your moans, beginning to sound like a sweet music to both of your ears.

Before you could see it, Somi started to play with herself with her other hand, making you even hornier “F-Fuck Somi, I t-think I’m gonna cum if you keep going”, it sounded more like a demand than a complain and Somi happily oblige, sending her throat faster at your throbbing cock.

“Fuuuck”, you buckled up your hips, pushing your cock down her throat and sending your cum there, you thought she would choke on it, but she swallowed it all with no problem, taking your cock out with a smile.

“Such a nice load (Y/N), how long did you planned to keep it for you instead of asking me”, Somi still looked beautiful with her messy hair and her ruined make up, “she is truly out of this world”, you told yourself. “I don’t know, I tried my best to think about anything else that how sexy you are”, you confessed, “But it’s not fair that I’m the only one feeling good there” you pushed her on the couch and slipped your hand under her skirt while your lips begin to wander around her neck, you can feel how wet she is and her moans grows louder as your fingers slip in her pussy.

You keep fingering her for a moment, till you feel her body slowly arching, her hand joining yours in her panties and furiously caressing her clit, bringing her to the orgasm as her legs get covered in her juices and a puddle appear on the floor.

Somi stared in your eyes, “Fuck me daddy, I dream about it since I started here, I just want you to use me”, she started begging, and with her cute face, there’s nothing you could refuse her. You aligned your cock with her pussy and started to push it in slowly, but she didn’t wanted slow sex, she wanted to be used, Somi locked her legs around your waist and pushed on you so you enter in one smooth movement deep in her.

She let a long moan escape, and you feel her pussy throbbing, “Did you just cum?”, you asked, and she answered with a lustful smile, Of course, my pussy was already feeling so good from earlier, and your cock seems to be perfect for me, so huge and it feels so good”. You started to move your hips, playing with her tits and kissing her pale skin as much as you can, you wanted this to keep going all night, but suddenly Somi grabbed your hair and pushed her lips on yours, the intimacy of this was too much, sending you over the edge and making you fill her pussy with your thick cum.

“Fuck…That was amazing, I don’t think I’ll be able to live without this everyday”, you said, still not sure if it was true or a dream, but Somi whispered in your ear with her soft voice, “Then use me everyday as you wish, no matter where we are, my body is yours”.

You both quickly put your clothes back and decided that after all that hard work, you would both take a day off tomorrow, there’s plenty of time to work later, but now, you need to strengthen that new bound, making you sure your beautiful colleague is all yours.

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Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, literally BRIMMING with fluff, Autism Struggles™, meltdown Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Your brother's getting married today, and you're the best man. But one big, day-long party? With lots of socialization? Just because the day will be good doesn't mean it will be easy. It's a good thing your girlfriend, Casey, is there to help you through it.

“You gonna be okay?” Casey asked as you got dressed that morning, carefully zipping your suit into a garment bag. 

You shrugged. “I kinda have to be.”

She stared at you, brows furrowed, from the edge of the guest bed you shared when you visited your parents’ house. Her hair was in a messy bun, an oversized t-shirt draped over her body. Morning Casey was your favorite Casey. So messy, so lovely. What you'd really like to do is stay in bed.

But your brother, Chase, was getting married today, and you were the best man. You loved your brother, but weddings were just one big, long party. And parties were very, very difficult for you.

“Come here,” Casey said, patting the spot next to her on the bed.

You sighed, but you were relieved to have her there. It warmed your heart when Casey worried about you. You’d never really had anyone who worried about you like Casey did, someone who took care of you and protected you. Usually you were the one taking care of everyone else.

You sunk into the bed next to her and leaned your head on her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around you.  

“You can take a minute today,” she told you, rubbing small circles into your back. “If you need to.”

“It’s Chase’s wedding day.”

“Yeah, but it’s your body and your brain. If you get overstimulated and you need a break, you’re allowed to take it.”

You rocked slowly backward and forward, not overwhelmed yet, but preparing for it. Casey ran a gentle hand up and down, up and down your spine.

“If you want,” she continued, holding you close, “you can text me, and I’ll call you. That way it’s my fault. You can tell Chase I needed to talk to you or something.”

You exhaled deeply and wrapped your arms around Casey’s middle. “Big squeeze?” It was less of a question and more of a secret language.

Your youngest brother, Eli, who had autism too, often needed “big squeezes” with lots of deep pressure to regulate. When Casey learned that they helped you, too, they’d become a part of your every day.

She pressed her body into yours and squeezed as hard as she could, and you fell limp in her arms.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you asked, reluctantly pulling away.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m gonna come with your mom and your siblings.”

You exhaled deeply. “Okay. We’re gonna be fine. It’s one day.”

This one day was long and hard and hot, but buzzing with excitement. You helped Chase and the groomsmen set up the chairs and tables in the spring heat. You’d been a little worried when Chase had asked you to be his best man. Of course, you’d been grateful; you did not want to wear a dress as part of the bridal party. But you’d been worried that the other groomsmen or his fiancé’s family wouldn’t like a girl being the best man.

But you’d known the groomsmen since you were all children, and it was just like old times. And as for Bailey’s family, they were thrilled to have someone to act as a go-between for the bridal party and the groomsmen.

By that evening, when it was just about time for the wedding to start, you were sweaty and sticky in your suit and bow tie. And you were tired of people already. But Chase hummed with excitement, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. And you knew it was going to be a beautiful night.

Casey and your mom brought the twins, Eli and Winnie, a few minutes before the wedding was set to start, to say hello to you and Chase. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw her. She was always beautiful. But today she was stunning. Red hair gleaming in the afternoon light, curled slightly at the ends. An A-line dress in a deep emerald green, that plunged down her neckline in a way that made you feel lightheaded.

“Wow,” you said, breathless. “You look…” You couldn’t think of a word big enough or beautiful enough to describe her, so you just shook your head.

She giggled at your gobsmacked expression and pulled you into her for another big squeeze.

“I love you, but it’s too hot for big squeezes,” you mumbled into her chest.

She brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead and looked you over, smiling softly.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, fiddling with your bow tie and shrugging your shoulders. It was a rented suit. And you were five feet tall and had boobs. It wasn’t a great fit. You’d begged Chase to let you buy a custom suit, but they’d wanted you to match the other groomsmen. You were afraid you looked like a tiny Tony Soprano.

She kissed you on the cheek and squeezed your arm. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Where are you sitting?” you asked. “So I can look for you.”

“Second row. With your grandparents.”

“Oh, god. Don’t let them say anything homophobic to you.”

Casey laughed and squeezed your hand one last time for good measure as Eli and Winnie pulled her toward the ceremony seating. “I can handle old white people,” she called back.

You smiled as you watched her go, then turned your attention to Chase, who stood next to your mom, tears already leaking down his cheeks.

“Oh, buddy.” You pulled out a pack of tissues and handed him one. “Do you have a pack?”

“What?” he said, sniffling.

“Jeez. Here, take these.” You stuffed your tissues into his suit pocket.

“What if you need them?”

“I won’t,” you assured him. “No offense or anything. I’m just not a crier.”

Chase sobbed like a baby during his vows, and when he turned to you for the ring, his face red and streaked with tears, you couldn't help but shed a few of your own.

But by the time the ceremony was over and pictures had started, you were starting to feel the pressure of the day. You slumped into Casey as you waited for the bride’s side of the family to finish their photos.

“You all right?” she asked, massaging the back of your neck. “I saw you tear up. It was very sweet.”

“My feet are killing me.”

“Why don’t you put on your Birks?”

“I can’t wear Birks with a suit!”

“Who’s gonna care!?”

You hesitated for a moment, then conceded. “Alright. After the pictures.”

Your heart soared when your family beckoned Casey into the family photos. Despite the fact that you and Casey weren’t married–it just wasn’t a priority for either of you–your family had still embraced her as one of their own.

You’d never been in love before. Never dated before. Never loved anyone in your life the way that you loved Casey. And your family could see it. She was once in a lifetime for you, and they knew it, and they treated her like it. If anything, they were even nicer to Casey because if they scared Casey off, there wouldn’t be anyone after her. Not for you.

Casey knew it, too, and she loved you desperately for it. Loved that she was truly your one and only. And she meant to honor that for the rest of her life. You loved her deeply and selflessly and, to Casey, you deserved all of that and more in return. And she was more than willing to give it.

It was the little moments of the wedding that would stick with you afterward. Chase tearing up during your best man speech. A crowd cheering on Winnie as she did the Cupid Shuffle. Eli resting his head on your shoulder as you danced. The way Casey watched you dance with Eli, the softest of smiles playing on her lips.

You’d asked her to dance after that, to Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey,” placing a gentle hand on her waist as she wrapped her arm around your neck. And as you swayed back and forth under the fairy lights, bugs singing from the trees and your family and friends dancing around you, you didn’t think you’d ever been happier.

Casey pressed her forehead into yours, staring into your eyes with so much love it overwhelmed you.

“You’re so sweet with your brother, Y/N,” she said. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

There was so much happiness inside you, it was bound to come out. You pinched your eyes together and stimmed, shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders. “Sorry,” you mumbled, more as a reflex than anything.

“Honey, you know I love your stims. You’re perfect.”

You smiled and tried to look in her eyes, but couldn’t, so settled for wrapping your arm around her back and pressing into her. Casey understood. She always did.

She rested her chin on top of your head and sighed. “You think we should do this?” she asked.

Your stomach flipped. “Get married!?”

“Not the wedding,” she continued. “Just at the courthouse or something. A honeymoon at the beach. Quiet, you know? Just us.”

You were stunned into silence, swaying mechanically as Casey’s words tumbled through your mind. She wanted to marry you. She wanted to marry you!

You were quiet for so long that Casey started to lose confidence. “I mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. Things are great the way they are.”

You looked up at her face–so beautiful, your favorite face in the world–and cupped her cheek. There was fear in her eyes, and for neither the first time nor the last, you were completely dumbfounded that she cared about you this much. That she’d given enough of her heart and soul to you that she was scared you’d reject her. As if you ever would.

“Casey, I would love to marry you."

And then, so fast it took you by surprise, she pressed her lips into yours, both hands on the side of your face, thumbs tracing back and forth along your cheekbones. And, for once, you weren’t embarrassed. Even though you were in Tennessee. Even though your family could see. She kissed you in front of everyone, and you let her. She kissed you, and you kissed her back.

“Oooooh!” Winnie squealed from behind you, pointing. “Casey and Y/N sitting in a tree!”

You pulled away, face blazing, and Casey placed another smiling kiss on your cheek.

“Shut up, Winnie!” you called, as your sister continued to laugh and point.

It was a beautiful night, a beautiful send-off for your brother and his new wife, made even more beautiful by the thought that you’d have a wife soon, too. But as soon as Chase and Bailey drove off in their car and the remaining guests started chatting, you hit your wall. You’d worked so hard all day, so hard to keep it together, to make small talk, to be nice, to smile, to act normal. But you’d reached your limit.

You stood next to Casey, rocking slightly,  as she talked with some of the wedding guests. You tapped the palm of her hand twice with two of your fingers–your signal that you were getting dangerously overstimulated.

Casey ended the conversation, much nicer and more naturally than you would have, then took you aside and held you close.

“You did so good, sweetheart.”

“Casey,” your voice was soft and choppy, and you felt like you did when you were about to have a panic attack. In fact, it was often hard to tell the difference between overstimulation and panic. “I need to go home.”

“Okay, honey,” she said, nodding and squeezing your hand. “You get your stuff and go to the car. I’ll grab Winnie and then we’ll go. Are you okay to be alone?”

You nodded and walked quickly toward the parking lot, trusting that Casey wouldn’t make you wait long.

Back at your parents’ house, Casey was your savior. She had you take a shower while she put Winnie to bed, and by the time you’d curled into a ball in the guest bed, Winnie was asleep.

Your body shook, and your heart beat wildly. Casey crawled into bed next to you and gathered you into her.

“Sorry, love,” you mumbled, shivering. “Not exactly a romantic end to the night…”

“Sweetheart, you did so good,” she said, peppering your face with kisses. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Honey, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep,“ you worried out loud. “I’m so damn keyed up.”

“Shh.” Casey hushed you, running a hand rhythmically through your hair. “We can stay up as long as you need. Just let go, okay? I’ve got you.”

And she did. Casey held you close as you shook and stimmed and hyperventilated. She massaged the stress from your hands. She squeezed you tight for deep pressure. She hummed distractedly into your ear, the vibrations of her voice deep and comforting.

When your body had finally started to regulate itself, you sank into her, wrapping an arm around her waist and throwing your leg over hers.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you whispered as you drifted to ssleep.

You heard Casey inhale sharply, then she kissed the side of your head, holding you just a little tighter than before.