#hmmm. will chew on it for a while

[mossterunderthebed]

oho. ohohoho. now to make it goyuu... i need a knight au

ooh what if they're from different kingdoms. and yuuji is the king's only remaining relative so he is unfortunately the Heir. and was dragged to the palace after his uncle found where his father had taken his grandson away from the palace to live out his days in ignominity because he was once a great general but his son sukuna who was greater even than him instigated a violent takeover and disposed of half the previous nobility

and hes a tyrant but a lot of the commoners love him because to be fair his actual policies arent too bad just bloody as fork and super strict and hes big into conquest which hey makes money and brings their country glory so it works.

enter gojo.

emperor of neighboring empire thats not technically much bigger in terms of land mass but has way more people (this has advantages and disadvantages). and yuuji has risen to the rank of general and is known as the tiger of the west which he thinks is embarrassing. and he hates that that's what the people know about him and what they like about him because he wants to be a good ruler. but he doesnt know how only he doesnt think it should be like sukuna rules

and then gojo who ofc would lead his own armies so he and yuuji end up clashing in an unexpected place. and gojo uses guerilla/ambush tactics they werent expecting bc they thought they had the advantage of numbers and yuuji is captured.

and he expects to be tortured and stuff but this gojo guy is actually... really nice? and insanely smart? and really funny too? and pretty handsome too wow ok. and then they kind of end up becoming friends?? and yuuji confides that he doesnt know how to rule well but he really admires gojo whos so smart and has gathered such good people to him (unlike many people who have critisised him as being honourless because of his tactics but its because he and yuuji both understand the value of a life as opposed to expectations of 'character' which is actually just a load of crap the nobles to make themselves sound/look good)

and yea i dont know things snowball and in the end they have a long-lasting long distance love affair until gojo's heir (yuuta) comes of age. bc surprise surprise gojo never wanted to rule esp not after the betrayal of his closest advisor and best friend in his youth. and finally he goes to live w yuuji who disposed of his own uncle in a very moving morally heart-clenching scene

and they live happily ever after and travel back and forth a lot and every time gojo visits his home he acts outrageously but hes still always just as intimidating as ever and even in his late forties h makes a soldier who spoke out of turn piss himself in a public spar.

and he and yuuji are insufferably chaotic and loving until they die and are buried side by side on the land yuuji rehabilitated (his childhood home w his grandfather that was wrecked by sukuna) and they plant little yellow and blue wildflowers over the graves and years in the future the two crossbreed and spawn a lovely little new breed of flower that symbolizes the powerful kind of love that would wait for years and years. a patient kind of love.

and centuries later records are found of them and the graves are unearthed and little artifacts are found and their letters and etc etc etc and their love story becomes known as one of the greatest of all time and stories and plays and poetry are written about it and their letters are translated and published and are turned into a saying 'i would write you a thousand letters' which basically means 'i would love you with dedication through great obstacles and hardship' or more simply, 'i will love you even when its hard.'

and yeap thats the that.

Bonus: at the very very very end theres a little cutscene of their reincarnations meeting for the first time after accidentally bumping into each other and gojo drops something so yuuji kneels and offers it to him and for a second they both get mad deja vu and just stop and stare at each other like they're the most beaufiful thing the other has seen and for that moment rest of the world doesnt exist

*holds back tears* and then they fall in love and get married and adopt some cats and maybe a kid and live in a cozy apartment and stay together for a whole 'nother lifetime and retire to the Sendai countryside and tend to a garden full of Their Flowers which they find out on the second date are both of their favorites for a reason neither of them can quite describe and ughhhhhhhhhhhh

sorry i got emotional. ok bye.

horniest battle moments:

- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself

- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand

- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon

- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths

[hoshigray]

Can i request toji doing this to reader 👉👈

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: YEEEEEESSSS!!! I mean–ahem–yes, you may request this delicious prompt ٩(ˊ��ˋ )و

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (presses and swiping) - Daddy kink - missionary position - praises - unprotected sex (no release on Toji's part, tho) - pet names (baby, mama, sweet thing, sweetie) - voice kink - Toji being a teaseing bastard, lawl - implied prior masturbation.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Haaah…Toji—Mmmm!“

“Shhh, I’m right here, sweetie…Did’ya sleep well?”

It’s not unusual for you to be asleep when Toji returns home from work, especially when he’s been away for more than three nights. 

But, fuck, when he returns home, all he can think about is having your soft frame in his starved grasp.

You lay so peacefully on his bed, your man watching the rise and fall of your figure and listening to your snore while he quietly enters the room. Once he drops his stuff down, he’ll crawl up to be atop you, emerald eyes scanning every feature of your beautiful face he wants to kiss so badly. 

And the truth is that you’re just as touch starved as he is, left here to await his return while he’s doing God-knows-what (you’re unaware of his assassin gig) and worrying about his absence. But when you awake to the smooth sensation of your lips being pressed on, you don’t scream or holler; far from that. Instead, you kiss back and open your sleepy eyes to see the grown man above you. 

“To…ji?” Your voice is strained with exhaustion yet curious. 

The dark-haired man shushes you with his lips onto yours, moaning with you while his hands spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between. “Missed ya, mama,” his gruff voice so low that your stomach immediately flips at the erotical tone. 

“I missed you, too,” you admit in between smooches, and you melt when he cups your cheeks to keep your face with his. “Missed you so…Hmmm…”

More kisses have you relax, his scarred mouth trailing down to suck on the skin of your neck to listen to more of your sweet gasps. “Yeah? My baby missed me?” You chew your lips as he whispers in your ear, and your hips instinctively move at the motion of his hand, palming the groin of your shorts. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout me while I was gone? ‘Cuz I sure was.” 

“Yesss,” your answer slurred by the lick and kiss to your helix. “Yes, I ha—Aaah!”

His hand sneaks inside the hem of your shorts, not surprised to meet your bare cunt with his fingers. Your wetness instantly coats the rough pads of his fingertips as he nestles between your labia. “Thinkin’ ‘bout me so much that y’re all wet like this?” You can practically hear the grin uplifting the scar on his lips. “Hmm? Ya miss Daddy so much that you touch y’rself while I’m gone, huh?”

Your eyes are sewn shut at the sensation of your folds being fingered, and your lips ajar once Toji inserts his middle finger. Wiggling the digit around, scratching your walls with the blunt of his fingertips, it has you wail softly. “Yessss, missed you—Oooh! S..So much, Daddy…”

“Heh, dirty lil’ thing,” Toji’s finger goes faster, and the raven-haired man enjoying your shrieks gets a little louder, and your breath halts at his ring finger teasing your entrance. “Tell Daddy how much ya missed me.”

You arch your back at the insert of the other digit; your fatigue vanishes with every graze of the two fingers. “Haaah…Miss how you kiss me—Ahh!” He toys with your clit with the brush of his thumb. “H-How good you–Mmnn!–make me feel…” He kisses your forehead; the gentleness contrasting with the salacious squelches from your shorts causes a haze.

“Yeah? Ya like when I make ya feel good?” His fingers go faster, and the presses on your clitoris go frequently. “Just like?”

“Mmnoooh,” Toji kisses you again, this time more passionately with tongue exploring your mouth; you twitch around his digits as they curl and rub. “I…Love it!”

Toji chuckles. “That’s what I wanna hear, sweet thing,” and he removes his hand from your shorts to lick your fluids clean. “‘Cuz I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ you feel good on my way here.”

He discards your bottoms to the bedroom floor seconds before he unzips his pants and brings them down with his boxer briefs. Toji has his dick free for you to marvel at, the nether limb not yet fully erected, yet the quick pulse of it has your mouth water. He slaps the tip onto your leaky chasm; the sight makes your vagina throb. So much so that you clamp tighter as he pushes the soft tip into you. “Relax fr’ me, mama,” he coaxes you through, gradually pushing every inch of him inside. “Daddy’s gotcha, ‘kay?”

You howl inaudibly, furrowed brows as the base of his cock kisses your folds. And when he grinds his pelvis down? Jesus, you grip the sheets to serve as reins; contracts around his girth are inevitable. 

“Fuck,” he curses above you. “So warm and tight like always…”

When he begins to move, it’s at a slow pace. The feeling of his dick pushing into and pulling out of you so sensually is so erotic to your senses, especially witnessing the thing burrowing inside your warmth with your own eyes. Oh, my God, you can feel it getting stiffer, making your excitement dial-up.

The member goes firmer with every stroke, and every sensation differs from the last. His shaft stands solid inch by inch, your eyes shooting up as you become fuller by the second. One pull and push has you whimper. Another push and pull, and your toes curl at the stretch of him becoming greater. Another slow push, and you're calling for him with a shaky breath as the tip of his now solid limb lightly jabs your cervix. 

And Toji adores the view under his bow, your body reacting to his erect cock scraping your insides to the point of broken cries. “How ya feelin’, baby?” His sultry voice pulls you in as he increases the speed scarcely. 

“Daahh, s-so full,” the snicker to your ear makes you clamp on him harder. “So good…Nnoohh!! Daddy, st–Ooop! D-Don’t thrust so—” 

“Hmm? What’s up?” You don’t have to open your eyelids to see that the older man above you has a mischievous look after suddenly sneaking a quick rut to your entrance. “What; don’t like it when I go like…this?” Toji’s hips go erratically, the motion making it easy to rub on your inner walls and sweet spots to the point of shrilled shrieks leaving your lips. “Or…this?” He sluggishly pulls himself back where it’s only the tip of his shaft that’s nestled inside you, only for him to snap his hips back in a rushed second. It takes a moment for you to process and let out a scream as the cockhead pokes your delicate cervix with precision. 

Your hands frantically find his shoulders to grip his shirt, “Daddyyy, please, sl–Oooh–Slow down…! If you keep goin’, I’ll cu—….Mmmm!!” Your pleas don’t stop him; they fuel him to keep pounding into you. Balls deep for him to keep probing you with hits to the narrow end again, and your legs wrap around his waist without you thinking. How could you think? Your head kept pounding along with the climb of your orgasm, trembles climbing up your spine. 

“What’re ya holdin' it fr’, huh?” All it takes is Toji to bend to your ear once more, kissing your cheek as his pelvis slams into your aching slit. “Cum, mama. Lemme know how good y’re feelin’.” 

As if on command, your climax hits you hard, like a wave crashing down on your poor form, drowning your senses with euphoria like no other. Your cunt squeezes around Toji’s girth, your nerves spiking to a sensitive high that has you winded and cold for a moment. And the man above you hisses at the flutter of your walls; his rocking cadence slows down to relish the feeling.

You wail in ecstasy; a tiny sharp gasp leaves you from the gentle kiss he places on your forehead. 

“There ya go, sweetie,” he coos with a kiss to the chin before straightening himself. You observe him remove his shirt to dump it onto the floor, and your face becomes hotter when Toji ventures down, where his face gets closer to your wet entrance. “ All wet and ready fr’ me…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[cookiiefreak]

Hmmm this is dough again - You trapped in close quarters with PV as his most loyal knight as you are protecting him from an assassination attempt from mysterious hooded figures.

Dragging him out of the Vanilla Kingdom as fast as you can and getting very far into the shrubbery and trees until you both fall into a hole in the ground. Landing right on top of him. You both seem to be safe for the time being as the footsteps faded a few minutes ago. You warn him to stay quiet and vigilant and you'll find a way out of this as your limbs are tangled together, right into his sensitive ear.

He, is blushing and stuttering from the proximity. But you are unaware of this and claustrophobic, jostling around trying to climb out, hitting some spots of his that made him need to cover his mouth, mortified.

DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL POOKIE

DOUGH AAAAAAAAAAA

I am so feral over this you have no idea, I feel like a dog that was just given its favorite chew toy <3

sorry in advance if this isn’t that good, this took me all day (i haven’t written anything since 2020-2021)

Additional tags: assassination attempt (not detailed), king/knight dynamic, pv has naughty thoughts, pv loves them possessive, knight!reader is a tad oblivious to pv’s feelings/their own sex appeal, might be a little ooc (sorry)

Ship: Pure Vanilla x Knight!Reader

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT READ ⚠️

I imagine that he has been pining for a while, his mind drifting to you and your loyal, endearing mannerisms as his hands reach to pathetically grope and tease himself when he can’t seem to find sleep late at night. It’s appalling to him! How could he possibly imagine you, his most virtuous and faithful knight, in ways that are so explicit he can’t even bear to utter a word of it to anyone? Not even to his closest friends? He’s absolutely ashamed, vowing to never allow himself to take advantage of you like that in any lifetime.

It doesn’t help his situation when he’s suddenly attacked by a group of cloaked assassins, blades sharpened and ready to take down the monarch of the Vanilla Kingdom. But there you are, ever his knight in shining Vanillian armor, longsword in hand as you start defending your king like it’s your life’s greatest purpose.

Your king.

Pure Vanilla shudders at the thought of you claiming him as your own, the vision of your enchanting eyes peering down at him as your lithe fingers circle his soul-jam before trailing further down his trembling body…

Get ahold of yourself, Pure Vanilla!

It reaches a point in battle where too many of the enemies seem to be regaining their strength at concerning speeds, forcing you to take hold of his hand and rush through the streets of the Vanilla Kingdom. Some other knights, that had jumped into action earlier to help you, continue fighting them off to prevent them from chasing after the two of you, but it seems like a few had managed to break free and rush after you.

Heading into the forest in the hopes of losing them, you dodge and weave through the plentiful trees and shrubs until your escape comes to an end. A trap hole that had been disguised by a thick, leafy cover was the unfortunate barrier as Pure Vanilla slips in and tumbles down; bringing you with. One of your arms shoot down and wrap around his waist as the other reaches for the wall in an attempt to dig your fingers into the dirt and slow your fall, which works to a certain degree as you two land a bit softer than he had imagined.

He manages to let out a groan before your hand quickly covers his mouth, effectively silencing any more noises of pain. His eyes widen as he watches you lean your head down, feeling your breath gently brush against his cheek.

“Silence, m’lord. Wait for them to leave,” your whisper caresses his ear and sends a shockwave down his back. He nods obediently and the two of you wait patiently, hearing footsteps close to your area but never coming near the hidden hole. A few minutes pass before you hear the assassins’ footsteps again, this time retreating further into the woods in an attempt to find their target.

You’re in the clear. You let out a sigh of relief, glad to have lost the bastards while Pure Vanilla is preoccupied with the startling realization of the position you have landed in.

“They’re gone, thank the witches.” You glance down at the king with a grimace, “My apologies. This is such a tight space, I shall try to figure a way out of here soon, m’lord.”

“I-It’s alright, you’re not hurt, are you?” His throat feels horribly dry as he struggles to look you in the eyes, all of his nighttime thoughts coming in to burrow further in his mind. You have one leg over his hip while the other rests slightly under his thigh with your crotches grazing each other, though he’s not sure if you don’t care or if you don’t notice because you seem unbothered by your position.

“I should be asking you that, my liege. It is unfortunate that you ended up falling first,” you shift your hips a bit and a zing of pleasure has him digging his nails into the dirt beneath him.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” Your eyebrows seem to furrow at his words while Pure Vanilla’s vision swims, it takes a good portion of his willpower to not buck up against your pleasant heat.

“I am a bit armored, sir. The landing would’ve been far less painful for me than it was for you,” a look of concern crosses your features. “Did you hit your head? You look quite dazed, m’lord.”

“I-I’m fine, just a little frazzled from all that transpired.” He feels guilty for being a tad bit untruthful, a nagging sensation gripping his brain and soul jam, but there is no way he could tell you just how badly he wanted to tear you apart right now. How he wanted to feel your thighs tighten around the sides of his head as you ride his face, your juices messily smeared down his chin and cheeks. Or, witches forbid, how he needed to feel you cream around his cock as you whine out your devotion to him.

“I’ll have the palace doctors check on you once we get back just to be sure, you’re looking flushed. Intensely so,” you take your glove off and press the back of your hand against the side of his face before recoiling in shock. “You’re scorching! I’ll have to be quick, just sit tight, your highness.”

He nods his head as he watches you pull your glove back on before getting to work trying to untangle your limbs, your hips moving occasionally as you test which position would free you both. This feels like a test of sanity to him, every movement has you practically grinding yourself against him and he swears you are doing it on purpose. Yet the focused expression on your face says otherwise, your intentions are purely to try and crawl out of this witch forsaken hole.

One particular shift of your leg has him biting his tongue HARD in order to shut down the whimper that begs to be let loose, his brain screaming that he needs to be out of this dirt coffin already or else he’s going to cum in his pants.

“I know this can’t be too comfortable, my liege.” You give him an empathetic smile, “If any of my movements are causing you harm please let me know.” Fuck, why do you have to speak to him in such a tender tone? He flashes you a smile of his own, though at this moment he feels like a monster baring its teeth at innocent prey.

“I am just grateful I had you with me. Your skills have aided me more times than I can count,” he can’t help but notice the way you seem to beam proudly at his statement.

“Of course! Because my oath I took those years ago will always remain true: I will fight until my dying breath to keep my king safe!”

Oh fuck.

[asunflowerana]

eye candy — Sakusa Kiyoomi

summary: only you have kiyoomi's heart. and he'll make sure every single one knows that.

It's lunch break, and Kiyoomi peacefully savors his beef stew, his cousin making him company as usual, sitting beside him at the table far from the noisy students. Among the cafeteria, comments about the next volleyball match can be heard, especially with the semifinals of the spring tournament qualifiers, wondering if the team’s star will keep up with his performance or fail to give the school another victory.

What does he think about their opinion? 

Well, actually, he just doesn't care. 

Sakusa doesn’t play to get fan’s approval or popularity: he plays because he enjoys what he does. Being noticed is just an effect of his efforts to become a professional someday, and even though the spotlight brings some benefits, he wouldn’t mind if his whole fanclub disappeared suddenly. Most of their support is superficial and sham, too shallow for his liking. 

Who truly matters to Omi is those who have always been there for him, way before his rise. Like you, for example. 

His favorite fan.

He cares for you so, so much, in a way he never imagined he could do it. It’s strange, now thinking of it, how someone so skeptical about love before now does anything possible to show you how much he appreciates your existence, and how grateful he is for being yours, and for having the honor of calling you his. 

If it depends on Sakusa, this will remain for the rest of his life.

Motoya’s a front row spectator of your relationship, being there since the moment you and his cousin first interacted with each other, you politely asking to borrow one of his pens in History class. Imagine the blonde’s shock when he saw Omi not cleaning the pen after you’ve returned.

He was the first one to hear about the brunette's feelings, the one who helped him pick the first date place, the flowers, the gifts, even the dorky letters Omi sent to your address, wanting to be different from the usual texting-guys. If there’s one person in the world who knows how crazy in love Sakusa Kiyoomi is for you, it’s Motoya. He isn’t bothered at all, having a lot of fun every time he watches his cousin getting all doki doki whenever you’re around.

And how protective he gets when you’re not. 

“Sakusa.” A girl suddenly approaches their table, her sultry but invasive voice interrupting the chewing of both cousins. If Motoya’s not mistaken, this girl is Tai, one of Class D students. He secretly grimaces, already predicting the reason she came to talk to Omi, like all the other girls that has been crushing on his cousin. 

Poor girl.

Kiyoomi doesn’t even look up from his food, preparing a spoon full of vegetables. “Yes?”

“Um-” She fidgets a little with the disinterest in his tone, but a charming smile appears on her face nonetheless. Oh, she’s trying hard. “I just came to wish you a good game this Friday. I’ll be cheering for you on the stands.”

“Hmmm.” He doesn’t even hide his boredom, contemplating the pleasing taste of the seasoned stew. He hopes the staff used gloves while preparing it this time. “Didn’t know you were part of the cheer’s team.” 

“N-no!” She chuckles a little too loud, trying to hide her nervousness. “I’m not part of the team. I just… I wanted to cheer just for you, you know? Give you some boost for the game.”

Unfortunately for her, this time he raises his gaze until it finds her anxious eyes, which averts when they notice the unpleasant frown on his face. “Boost? Do you think I need your cheers to play well?”

“N-not at all. But, you know, having an eye candy could help you play even better.”

Motoya snorts loudly, not being able to hold how impressed he is by the girl’s dumb confidence. Is she that clueless? Sakusa has been dating you for almost six months, there’s no way she doesn’t know by now that he’s taken. He watches as his cousin stares at her for a few uncomfortable seconds, his cold glare making even him uncomfortable. Thank goodness, he is not the target this time.

“I don’t see any eye candy here.” Short and frank, Omi answers her move.

Tai looks clearly dejected, but she took the hint that insisting wouldn’t do any good to her side. To lessen the embarrassing moment, she nods at him, pretending his words didn’t have an effect on her heart, and she offers him a brief goodbye before rushing away from their table, shoulders slowly falling with shame.

“Oof, that one hurted.” Motoya breaks the silence, his eyes widening as he checks his wristwatch. “Twenty-five seconds! It’s your new ditch record, Omi-kun.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes at his comment, having another spoon of his stew “She's been trying that for weeks. She even knows ______.”

“Well, I think she got the message now.” The blonde chuckles, eyes twinkling as he spots you entering the cafeteria right after his comment. He raises his left hand and waves at you with a smile, succeeding in catching your attention.. “And look who’s coming to the party.”

From his cousin's excited tone, Omi has a pretty good guess on who he’s referring to, and he instinctively searches through the crow to check it out. It’s amazing how Omi’s semblance lights up when he sees you. The transformation is visible, and if he could, Motoya would totally take a picture of his cousin’s starstruck face right now.

“Hey guys!” You greet them as soon as you get closer, and your boyfriend immediately takes a chair from the closest table and arranges beside him for you to sit on. Motoya holds back a laugh, and you thank him with a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Omi.”

Hearts could come out of Sakusa’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful today.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, making you giggle in that sweet way that makes his heart flutter every single time.

“Okay lover, you can go back to eat, she won’t go anywhere.” His cousin cracks a joke, but the brunette doesn’t even pay attention to his words, choosing to focus on you instead.

The displays of affection don’t stop, and he doesn’t even notice how sappy (but sweet) he’s being with you. He holds your hand on top of the table, absently stroking your skin with his thumb and occasionally kissing the back of it; he nuzzles your head when you cuddle his arm, loving to smell the scent of your shampoo; he looks at you intently as you speak about your last class, paying attention to every word that comes out of your pretty mouth like it’s the most important speech he’s ever heard.

Motoya doesn’t know if he looks the other way in disgust, or if he just smiles, happy that his cousin has finally found someone special for him. Or if he takes some pictures of sweet Omi, which would be a good opportunity to make fun of him later.

“Okay guys, I’ll catch up with you later.” The blonde announces, figuring you’d better have your privacy; being the third wheel can be really tiring sometimes.“ Omi, see you at the warm-up. Enjoy your time together, lovebirds.” The blonde leaves, leaving the two of you more comfortable getting closer to each other. Omi kisses your cheek sweetly before caressing it with his palm.

“Will you watch the match today?” He questions, loving the idea of spotting your beautiful self in the middle of the game. 

The question sounds a little strange to your ears, because you almost never lose his games. But you choose to answer regardless, caressing his scalp full of curly locks, to his delight. “Yes, of course I’ll be there.”

“Good.” A small smile of his grows with your touch. “I need my eye candy.”

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[getcuboned]

I'm both unsurprised and unable to criticize you. Stones and glass houses and all that.

I truly sacrificed to create this ridiculous mug. biting clay is a bad sensory experience 😔 who would have guessed

I’m tempted not to glaze the bite marks so it looks like it was bitten through the glaze lmao

[chlorinecake]

HURTS, DOESN'T IT? ✦ — 𝐉.𝐒𝐂 👾

▹ PAIRING: Boyfriend Sungchan x F. Reader

▹ SYNOPSIS: While at an arcade party to celebrate Halloween alongside your boyfriend and his friends, one random activity leads to another before you two find yourselves completely wasted and horny as fuck…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, halloween themes, impact play, spanking kink, face slapping, giggly (but also very emotionally unstable) protected sex, exhibionism (public bathroom), ft. other kpop idols, mentions & consumption of alcohol, jealousy, that's about it

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.7k — DAY 9

T WAS SOMETIME during the second week in October when your boyfriend Sungchan got a text from his old college buddy about wanting to get in touch at some party.

The occasion was a fashionably early Halloween celebration at a local arcade where there’d be tons of food, good conversation, and entertainment.

Needless to say, the location choice was odd at best, but throwing a house party would’ve been much more expensive anyway.

And of course, knowing that the party could be an unfriendly zone for anyone in a relationship, Sungchan decided to take you with him as a date, both to stay out of trouble and because he didn’t want to leave you home alone that night.

“Babe, look at this,” Sungchan offered as you sat on the couch together, scrolling through a few pins from his Halloween costume Pinterest board. “Which one catches your eye?”

“Hmmm, that one,” you chirped with a smile, pointing to the photo that seemed easiest to recreate...

So, Sungchan ended up dressed as a basketball player and you as his cheerleader girlfriend, and everyone at the party absolutely adored your costumes.

It came to a point where you recall somewhere around 8 people asking to take a photo of you two by the time y’all actually got there, but I digress...

Considering this was a grown-ups-only party, there wasn't any candy or tricks involved, but there was a lot of booze and raunchy shenanigans.

Additionally, the arcade was a space strictly for adults, so you didn't have to worry about any little kids wandering the place or making a disturbing fuss, either.

“Ohhh, look what the cat dragged in,” your boyfriend’s clearly drunk��friend remarked upon seeing you, who was ironically dressed as a tipsy-looking Jack Sparrow.

“This is my lovely girlfriend, _____.” Sungchan smiled awkwardly now, “____, Seonghwa... It’s time you two finally meet each other.”

“Nice to meet you, Seonghwa,” you offered as confidently as you could, shaking his hand while saying, “Thanks for having me, by the way.”

“Ahh, don’t mention it... You two lovebugs have fun now though,” Seonghwa slurred, all before stumbling away into the distance.

That’s when you felt Sungchan’s hand slip around your waist, pulling you close to him before whispering, “Is it just me, or are we currently too sober to enjoy this party?”

“No, it’s both of us,” you agreed with a painfully honest nod, making your boyfriend chuckle a bit as you both promptly made your way over to the drinks bar.

But since you step foot in the arcade, you feel like there is a second pair of eyes watching you aside from Sungchan’s, and you could bet on your grave that it is the barista running the bar.

“Hey guys! What can I get for the sexy player and his ditsy fangirl today?” She started sarcastically while annoyingly chewing on a wad of gum with her dark red lips, might I add?

“We’re actually a couple,” Sungchan answered before you could even get a word out, and fortunately so because you certainly didn’t have anything good to say to her.

“We’ll take whatever specials you guys are having tonight,” you began to say while glancing at the drink menu, but she had already helped herself to chatting things up with your boyfriend.

Right.

In.

Front of you…

Just from glancing at her name tag, you knew the skank went by “Samantha G” to most people, which only irritated even more once Sungchan nicknamed her “Sam.”

“You have such a bright smile,” she said, reaching a hand out to touch his arm. “God, and you’re strong,” she chuckled slightly before humming as if someone had just stuck a vibrator in her ass.

“Miss G, don’t forget that you’re hired to serve, not to swoon,” an employee from the back called out to her, and it was easy to hold back the laugh in your throat once Sam replied with:

“Oh, give me a break, Eunseok... Besides, with the outfit I’m wearing, I could easily get away with doing both.”

Gag me with a fucking spoon, you thought to yourself, feeling relieved to see Sungchan peeling that vipers grip away from his arm by her wrist.

“Serving and swooning?” Eunseok repeated with a look of cringe on his face, “You must be mistaking this job with Hooters.”

But nonetheless, Samantha lifted her chin proudly, ignoring his words as if her behavior right now was something to be proud of.

Eventually though, Eunseok got started on making your drinks while Samantha pretended to look busy.

Not wanting to cause any further confusion, you simply ignored her frequent glances towards you two, letting Sungchan pay the bill before walking off to enjoy yourselves.

And as the night continued, you and Sungchan helped yourselves to some pizza next, shooting hoops for a few rounds at the basketball game before eventually delighting yourselves to a Pac-Man tournament.

You obviously lost more than half of the rounds y’all played together, but only because you really needed to stop by the bathroom after all those drinks.

Sungchan cut the game off, returning it back to its default home screen before taking your hand and walking you to the ladies bathroom.

“I’ll be out in a bit,” you told him as you lazily kissed the apple of his cheek before waltzing inside, and he rested his back on the outside of the door, planning to wait until you were finished.

Though, you were starting to take a lot longer than promised, causing Sungchan to grow a bit suspicious...

So, being the rule-breaker that he often was whenever he drank too much, he walked inside the women’s bathroom, knocking on the stall door to see if you were okay.

And surprisingly, you weren’t in there throwing up your entire digestive system, so that concluded you fine for the most part...

The only issue was that your pussy wouldn't stop throbbing and leaking arousal all into your underwear, and even after trying to calm yourself down a few times, nothing was working—

“Baby, just let me in before some chick sees me standing here and assumes I’m harassing you,” Sungchan pleaded despite the calmness of his voice, impatient hands finding the pockets on his track pants.

“Fine, but I’m only letting you in if you promise to help me,” you pouted as if he could see you, and he let himself giggle at the whiny tone of your voice right now.

“Help you with what? Wiping yourself?” Sungchan teased, but all of that stopped once you opened the door to pull him inside.

“No, asshole… I seriously need you right now,” you whined again, and he kissed you, cupping your face in one hand and supporting the small of your back with another.

“I only did that to shut you up, by the way,” Sungchan muttered upon breaking from the kiss, turning back to open the door and leave. “Now let’s go back...”

“Channie, please…” You tugged on his arm.

“I’m not staying here in a women’s bathroom stall with you, ____,” he whisper-scolded.

“But I want you to be in here,” you went on, clinging to his arm like a koala in distress...

Sungchan sighed, finally closing the door back so you could stop whining. “Okay, baby, what’s all this really about... hm?”

You stayed quiet, only reaching inside the cup of your bra to pull out a condom packed in shiny blue foil.

“Baby,” Sungchan breathed out with a soft smile, finally realizing the true motive for your sudden change in behavior: “Why’re you letting that barista girl get to you?”

“I dunno, why’re you bringing her up?” You retorted, closing your hand around the condom you held, but Sungchan found your hand anyway, opening it back up and taking the condom himself.

“Because you’re obviously still bothered about how she was acting with me,” he returned, undoing his track pants while keeping eye contact with you, “and that’s okay... Even I get jealous sometimes.”

“I wasn’t jealous of that skank,” you correct him.

“Then what were you, baby?… Tell me…”

“I was... upset,” you admitted through a gulp once he freed his cock from his pants, and he was surprisingly somewhat hard already just from talking to you, “There’s a difference, y’know?”

“Sure... but what upset you?”

“That... that you just let her touch you and... and talk to you as if I wasn’t standing right fucking there,” you said with a frustrated tone, feeling your skin shiver at the sudden sound of him tearing the foil packaging before sliding the rubber over his tip and down his shaft.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, then." Sungchan apologized, and either being too drunk to notice or even care that he was being sarcastic, you closed the space between you two, looking him straight in the eye with your own lust-filled ones.

And before you knew it, he had your back against the wall, fucking his thickness into your sopping cunt as you clung to his shoulders, eyes shut with overwhelming pleasure.

Given the crammed space in the stall, it wasn't very easy to move around in there, let alone with two fully grown people. Though, at least one benefit was that the arcade restrooms weren’t like the cheesy ones with zero privacy...

The stalls were fully sealed all around, almost like a closet with a toilet in it, and judging from the thick wooden walls, they were pretty soundproof too for the most part.

His hands gripped at your ass as pretty little grunts fell from his lips, and all you could hear in the back of your mind was Samantha’s irritating voice.

“K-kiss me,” you breathed out suddenly, and Sungchan did just that, finding your lips in his own as you kissed him passionately, trembling at the sensation of his hands spreading your cheeks as he held you tighter.

That’s when you took his lower lip between your teeth, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck,” he swore as quietly as he could, and you released his lip, only because you wanted to see the pained look on his face as he kept fucking you.

“Why the hell did you bite me so hard, ____?”

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” You returned with a whisper, and he only hung his head, snickering to himself before looking back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re fucking crazy, y’know tha—ahhh...” His voice trailed off, but only because your walls kept clenching around him, your slick coating his entire pelvis now given how wet you were... though, your physical arousal didn't match your visible pleasure...

“Why're you holding your sounds in, huh?” Your boyfriend huffed, only to chuckle slightly at the docile look of sexual desperation overtaking your face now, “still trying to stay mad at me for no reason?”

“Even if I was, you're literally laughing at everything right now, so it'd be pointless,” you said with a surprisingly stable voice, only to tighten your jaw at how slow he was dragging his cock against your walls now, making you focus on every last inch of his length as he slid in and out of you, slow and steady...

“Stop that,” your voice came out strained, and you turned your face from him to hide how effected you truly were, but when his hands fiercely gripped at the sensitive flesh of your hips, you couldn't stop yourself from wincing.

“So bossy today,” he replied with a smirk, biting his own lip at the sight of your tough girl act crumbling before him.

“Go faster already, Sungchan,” you sighed with desperation, hating how he was delaying your release by going so slowly

“I'm sure Samantha wouldn't mind me fucking her at this speed,” he snickered, ghosting his hot breath right below your ear.

“The closest that bitch is ever getting to you again is in... in a dream,” you stammered out incoherently, but only because he was sucking on your neck now, surely leaving a mark as his hips finally picked up the pace.

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” Sungchan mumbles through grunts in between kissing your flesh, making your eyes go in and out of focus the faster he pistoled his cock into you. “She’s probably waiting for me in the stall beside us... touching herself while she listens to us fuck... wishing it was her—”

Smack!

You slapped him clean across the face, cutting off his words with your bitter force, and you’re not sure if that’s what makes his eyes appear watery at first...

Though, maybe, it was the feeling of your snug walls sucking him back in that made him tear up a bit, and it didn’t help how you subconsciously rolled your hips against his, desperate for more friction.

“Feel better after doing that, angel?” Sungchan asked in a wobbly voice now, and you could tell he was getting close just from how pronounced his veins looked now, coupled with the additional saliva pooling in his mouth.

Before you could even answer, he was back to kissing you, and his skilled tongue, despite all the drama it had caused thus far, was making you feel so good right now...

The contact was so sloppy, and primal even, with his powerful hips pushing through their own stuttering as he chased his high, spanking the swell of your ass to get your attention.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I, baby?” He offered through his adorably labored breaths, still trying to get that reply out of you before y’all left the stall.

Smack.

His large hand hit your ass again, making you jump against the wall as the painful sting traveled throughout your entire body, part of it turning you on somewhat.

“Sungchan,” you panted, tracing the swollen part of his lower lip that you had bit earlier, and now you were starting to feel your eyes tear up, too, “I’m sorry, I... I don’t know what made me do that.”

“It’s okay, angel, we’re both drunk out of our minds right now,” his voice began with a weak giggle, just as his arms were starting to feel numb for holding you for so long.

Fusing your back with the wall, you were shocked to feel that Sungchan could possibly reach even deeper inside you, and it was only with a few more thrusts while coupled with the pleasured whimpers you finally let out for him that your boyfriend reached his climax.

“Fuck, baby... ahh... nghh... fuckkk,” a string of curse words spilled from your lips, but Sungchan covered your mouth almost instantly once he heard someone open the bathroom entry door.

“Mmm,” you hummed again, but he shushed you with a finger, hearing a stall open and close just a few feet away from you before their footsteps stopped.

And you couldn’t be more lucky that there was faint music playing from the speakers, provoking you and Sungchan to get back dressed as fast as y’all could while you still had a chance at doing so undetected.

Your feet hit the ground with a gentle thud once he released you from his grasp, and you both smiled at how ridiculous you both felt in this moment.

Slipping off his soiled condom, he discarded it down the toilet, pinning you against the wall to find your lips in yet another harsh kiss as he hummed softly, “We’re never going to a party like this again, right?”

“Agreed,” you said back, readjusting your cheer skirt and panties as your boyfriend slid his pants up, ruffling his hair a few times before finally opening the stall door to leave...

Both of your emotions were always like a rollercoaster whenever you got drunk. One second you were both a bunch of moody lug nuts, and then the next, you two were practically inseparable...

With your arm hooked in Sungchan’s, you rested your head on his stature as he led you out of the bathroom stall, and you weren’t all that surprised to spot Samantha there, wide-eyed and confused as you and him casually walked out together.

“Did you guys... Why were you both?... Wait…"   Samantha’s voice trailed off as she tried her hardest to get a coherent sentence out but failed nonetheless once Sungchan and you started giggling to each other before walking out the restroom.

And you’re certain the stall you two had just left reeked of body warmth and sex, but being too drunk to spare a care, you both waved everyone off before heading home, only to flat out crash on your shared mattress and sleep the night away while still wearing your costumes...

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[wordsfromthymouth]

Just a taste

𓇬 as his wife, you run the bakery front of his operation, and Alfie can't help but come to visit when he's hungry 𓇬

‪‪❤︎‬ pairing: alfie solomons x f reader: readers physical appearance is as non-descriptive as possible for inclusion

< since alfie always insists he runs a bakery, i thought it fitting to write a fic about it, some canon divergence. word count: 3.1k >

warnings: 18+ smut, kids don't fucking read this. period typical dynamic, established relationship, pet names, oral, breeding kink if you squint, safety's off (raw)

The bell chime at the front door pulled you out of your daydreaming. You'd been hiding out in the kitchen of the bakery, reading through the day’s paper while the last of the bread rolls baked in the oven, a cup of steaming tea at your side.

You hopped down from your perch by the stove, dusting excess flour off your apron, and made your way to the front. The old woman standing at the counter was not one of your regulars, and she regarded your entrance with a stern expression, which only turned further down into a scowl as you approached her.

“Good morning,” you said, coming to stand behind the counter. The old woman wrinkled her nose.

“This bakery stinks of rum,” she said; her voice was irritating and sharp. You forced a pleasant expression on your face, rather than grimacing at her crabbiness.

“Indeed it does, ma’am,” you said, nodding thoughtfully. Being directly below the rum house would be to blame; most days the smell of baked goods overpowered any trace of rum; other days, it wasn’t enough.

The old woman did not seem pleased with that answer; her expression souring even more. You tutted quietly before moving to pull out a cake from the display window.

“It must be the cake you’re smelling, just made fresh this morning; it’s a rum cake. Would you like to try some?” You said brightly. Before the woman could reply, you were already cutting into the cake and placing a slice on a napkin, sliding it across the counter toward her.

The woman stared down at it primly, as if she was offended by the very sight of it, but then she picked it up and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. You stood there, patiently watching her, knowing full well that the cake was delicious, and if a free slice got the old bat out of the store without trouble, then you were happy to give it.

“Hmmm… you could open a window at the very least; one would think they’re standing in a brewery!” She finally said her disdain was not nearly as bold this time as she walked out, and you hid your smirk when you noted the napkin-covered slice tucked into her hand. Victory.

The door shut loudly, and you sighed in relief; the last thing you needed was for old batty ladies to kick up a fuss over the smell and draw attention to the place.

The rum house, which Alfie referred to as the ‘bakery’, had three floors; the lower level was where they distilled, refined and stored the rum; it was also where Alfie’s office was.

The upper level was where he had his jeweller shop, which was, more accurately, a small closed-off storage space. Accessible only by a rickety wooden staircase at the back of the building and kept locked at all times.

It was there he would buy and sell jewellery, gold and other valuables. Any goods that came his way would also be stored and appraised there before he’d send them off to market.

The main floor, which was on the street level, was an empty shopfront with a shabby sign that said “bakery”. Alfie had put up the sign there when he began distilling rum, or “baking bread”, as he called it. Though it sat closed with the curtains drawn for a few years, it served its purpose as a front.

It wasn’t until you came into the picture that Alfie suggested using the space as a legitimate bakery. You were thrilled because you loved to bake and could make at least two dozen recipes from memory alone.

So you agreed, and the same week plans began. He’d give you a lump sum to stock and supply the bakery with everything you needed and left you to run it as you saw fit. It didn't take long for business to pick up.

Soon you found it was making good money, but Alfie refused to take a cut. He took care of all the money and household expenses without question; if you needed it or wanted something, he saw it was taken care of.

The money you earned from the bakery was all extra, and he insisted you keep it for yourself because, in his words, he “wanted his wife to have her own money but never have to spend a dime”.

It was a little untraditional, though there wasn’t much about Alfie that could fall into the realm of tradition in the first place, and it made you smile that he wanted to take care of you but still ensure you could be independent.

So you saved the money, the bills neatly tucked away beneath the floorboards of the bakery, and from time to time you used it to treat him because he never spoilt himself.

A few weeks ago you’d had his cane repaired; it was a slim wooden stick, barely wider than a reed, and didn’t even have a proper handle. He had other canes that were much nicer and better made, but he insisted on using that one, and when you noticed a crack was beginning to form along the middle of the shaft from use, you had it mended and a new cap put on the bottom.

When you presented it to him the next morning at breakfast, he pulled you in for one of his suffocating bear hugs, even doing a walk up and down the parlour to show it off, and it made you smile from ear to ear.

Today you planned to stop by the chemist to pick up a new salve for his joints. Alfie was not as old as most people thought he was; his hunched-over exterior and wonky gait were all a result of the aches and pains that were becoming increasingly difficult for him to cope with, making him slower and crabbier by the day.

Underneath all that, he was still quick as a snake when he wanted to be or when he had to teach someone a lesson, but it wasn’t without pain or discomfort.

You kept the shop hours early, open at seven and closed at three, which gave you plenty of time to stop at the chemist on the way home. With that decided, you went back to check on the remaining rolls and finish your now lukewarm tea.

Shortly after, the early lunch rush came and went, bleeding into the afternoon with a whirlwind of cookies, breads and cakes, with many of your usual customers asking for Challah for the upcoming Shabbat in two days' time.

It was custom to have Challah on the table the eve of Shabbat so you would be sure to have it ready first thing Friday morning.

As the last few customers scurried out the door, and with only two hours left before closing, you went about straightening up the displays and replenishing the baskets out front that held all the bread buns and rolls with the last of the day's goods.

Once that was done, you retreated back to the kitchen to the tea cakes you’d made that morning. They were sitting on the counter, cooled and firm enough to finally frost and decorate.

Decorating was one of your favourite things to do; in the quiet afternoon hours you used it as a time to wind down. You’d brewed a fresh pot of tea and set out all the cakes and fixings on the counter. Armed with a pipe of buttercream frosting, you began.

It was half an hour till closing time, and you were nearly done when the bell at the front door chimed again. Before you could make a move to the front, you heard familiar footsteps. Heavy and measured, accompanied by the distinct clacking sound of a cane. Alfie.

You felt your stomach do a little flip in excitement; your reaction to him, even after years of marriage, hadn’t diminished at all. Rather than go out to greet him, you kept your gaze focused on the cakes, continuing to pipe neat lines and edges and dainty little dots of frosting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him trudge in the kitchen, surveying the room with practised movements as if something were amiss, before slowly making his way over to where you were standing.

You heard him set his cane to the side, and then his hat was placed down over the backrest of the chair. Your breath caught as large hands settled themselves on your hips.

“Well, well, well… What have we got ‘ere?” His gruff voice hummed in your ear, beard tickling your cheek as he peered down over your shoulder.

“Raspberry and lemon tea cakes,” you replied, a smirk on your lips as you finished frosting the last one. You then pressed some icing onto your finger and held it up to his lips. He licked it off with a loud smacking sound.

“Mhmm…hmmm…that buttercream there?” He asked, his brows knitted together thoughtfully. You nodded; apparently, his frequent taste-testing was paying off.

You placed the pipe bag to the side and began placing raspberries and candied lemon slices atop all the cakes. You felt the strings of your apron being pulled, and it dropped to the floor. He pulled you tight against him then, and you became mildly aware of his now half-hard length pressing against your ass.

“They’re just about ready. Did you want a sample, sir?” You said with mock earnest, looking over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

He stared down at you with an intensity that would have any man cower back, but you knew him well enough to know there was no malice in his gaze when he looked at you. Instead, what you saw was lust and an insatiable hunger, writhing and snarling like a beast beneath his composed surface.

A low-sounding rumble in his chest was his only response as his hands moved down your backside to cup your ass before he was gripping the fabric of your dress and slowly hiking it up.

His lips found your jaw, and a hand reached down beneath the silk slip you wore, right between your legs. You sighed quietly as his calloused fingers brushed against your slit, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.  

The low scoop of your neckline exposed enough for him to be able to kiss down your neck to your shoulder, and you just about melted into his touch.

When his hand suddenly withdrew from between your legs, the loss of contact snapping you out of your daze, he guided you to lean a bit further forward, and you braced your hands against the tabletop.

You were a little confused when you felt him kneel down behind you with a muffled grunt, but hands found your hips again, and then teeth grazed the soft flesh of your ass, biting softly.

Your legs began to tremble when his fingers pressed against your cunt, spreading you open, and the feel of his tongue licking a broad stripe up your core had you gasping.

From behind you, you heard a chuckle, and then his mouth moved down to your clit. Two thick fingers slipping in your now-slick centre, deep enough that you could feel the cool metal of his rings against your skin, and you grasped uselessly at the smooth table for purchase, a shaky moan leaving your lips.

Alfie was not shy about the noises he made as he devoured you; from this angle, it felt so dirty and shameless, and you were loving it. Bent over the counter, whimpering pathetically, with him on his knees behind you, his face pressed into your core. He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue instead, making you keen.

You desperately tried to muffle your cries with your hand as he worked you open; you could feel how wet you were, the scruff of his beard was damp on the backs of your thighs, and you could feel it beginning to drip down the inside of your legs.

It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm beginning to build, especially when his deft fingers began to rub circles on your clit, his tongue working in and out of you.

“Al…al..fie…” you stuttered, voice shaky as you tried to convey just how close you were getting. He hummed behind you, and even through your blissful daze, you could still hear the amusement in his tone.

His movements quickened, and your whole body had gone tense; you were breathing shallow now, feeling the pressure inside you build until you couldn’t hold it anymore, and you came hard on his tongue.

He held you firm, dragging it out as long as he could until you were squirming to get away from his ministrations, a hand coming down to push at the top of his head; finally he pulled away.

“Look at you, dove. Right made a mess of me,” he said, looking up at you still bent over the table, too breathless to say anything in response. You jumped as his fingers slid against your overly sensitive middle once more.

“Best sample I’ve ever tasted, eh?” He murmured, lightly patting your ass. He stood, dropping his coat to the floor behind him; you heard fabric rustling and then the thick tip of his cock pressed against your opening.

You could only muster a soft moan as he slid in easily, given you were already so wet and relaxed from your earth-shattering climax only minutes before.

“…fuuuck…" Alfie groaned, burying himself to the hilt; he stilled for a few seconds inside you, savouring the feeling of being enveloped in your warmth before he began to move.

Slow at first, then gradually faster until he was hammering into you hard enough that you could do nothing except grip the shaking table for dear life.

A hand found the back of your neck, pushing you to lie flush against the table; the other came down against your ass with an audible smack.

You were gasping and moaning, each thrust stroking that spot inside you so perfectly; it felt so good you could barely speak, but you still had the presence of mind to push the tray of teacakes further away from you, lest they get squished during your furious lovemaking.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell…dove… Feel so good, eh?” He almost growled; another smack against your ass had you whimpering his name in response.

He pulled out and gripped your hips, guiding you to turn around; your body felt like rubber as you moved, and you let him manoeuvre you up onto the counter. You reached out, unbuttoning the front of his shirt to reveal his burly chest, before lying back against the wood surface.

Aflie’s hands on the backs of your thighs pushed them back towards your chest, opening you up for him, and he leaned back just enough to get a good look down at your spread form.

If it weren’t for the lustful gaze and low groan of approval he gave, as if he was staring at the most wonderful thing in the world, you would’ve been shy at being so exposed and maybe tried to close your legs.

Instead, his reaction emboldened you, and you reached down with one hand and gripped his cock.

“Alfie, I need you here,” you said sweetly, guiding him to your entrance and pushing him inside. He sucked in a deep breath, his hips jerking forward until he was balls deep inside you.

It felt so good; he nearly came right then and there, so he paused. Breathing deeply through his nose, he tried to relax rather than thrash wildly inside you the way he so badly wanted to.

So he began slow, deliberate strokes until he was fucking you steady, each firm thrust jerking you back against the table.

Your hands went to the buttons at the front of your dress, fingers clumsy as you undid them, and Alfie’s hand intervened the moment the last button was undone, yanking the top of your slip down to reveal your breasts. His attentive mouth finding a nipple immediately, and you cradled him against your chest, fingers knotting in his short hair.

His pace was picking up again, and he pulled away from your breasts, moving his hands to brace your legs against you. He was spearing deep inside you now, and you could focus on nothing but the intensity of it.

Alfie looked down at your flushed face; you were completely fucked out at this point, moaning with little regard for the possibility of a customer walking through the door now, and it had him harder than ever. Your body was squeezing him with every thrust of his hips, and he could feel the tingling sensation low in his stomach start to grow.

“Fuck, you keep squeezing like that, you’re gonna finish me off, love…” Alfie grunted out as you pulled him down towards you, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him inside.

“I want it… Please…. Please….” you begged, keeping him pressed tightly against you. He let out a beastly growl at that, your words only spurring him on, and he gave you a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered and he came, pushing deep inside you with a loud groan.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he gasped, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You could feel him still pulsing inside you, and you hummed against him, tired and sated.

He kissed you softly before pushing himself up off the table. You felt a gush of his spend leak out of you and down your leg as he pulled out, and you shivered at the feeling.

You sat up, fixing your dress and redoing all the buttons with shaky hands. You noted that you’d need to give the table a thorough cleaning before using it again.

Alfie had already righted his clothes; smoothing back his mussed hair, he stepped close to you, hands braced on either side of you.

“My girl… Looking so pretty,” he murmured, his nose brushing your cheek as he began pressing kisses to it, trailing over the rest of your face. You giggled softly; clearly he liked the look of you freshly fucked – glossy-eyed and flushed cheeks.

“Shall we go home, then? I’m hoping for some more dessert later on,” he said, a devilish look in his eye. You kissed him lightly before sliding off the table and grabbing his coat.

“Mhmm, you just might get it.”

[soobnny]

one more month — bang chan. established relationship. fluff. chan missing you while he’s on tour. (0.6k words)

“Chan?”

It’s 11pm for you when he calls from his hotel room, somewhere oceans away. There’s still sleep dripping from your tone, and he can almost hear the rustling of sheets from your end.

“Sorry baby, did I wake you?” Chan speaks so quietly it’s almost a whisper. He was careful not to shake you out of your silence.

“Mmm, no.” You croak out.

He knows you’re lying, could almost picture you jolting from your sleep at the familiar buzz of your ringtone. The thought makes him swallow, teeth chewing on his bottom lip.

“Is there a reason why you’re calling?”

He pauses before answering. Chan has no idea how the fuck he’s feeling right now, but he knows he misses you.

It’s been 4 months since he last saw you. All he has are pictures of you in his phone, and occasional phone calls that will never suffice to the way you sound in person. To the way you feel in person.

Chan stares out the big fucking window from where they’re staying, finding comfort in the thought that you might be looking at the same moon.

He swallows again. “Does there have to be a reason?”

“Of course not.”

“Just miss you.” He breathes out slowly, head tilted on the glass windows. “And I wish— we didn’t have to be so far away all the time.”

He’s thinking of you, imagining how you look right now with tired eyes. He’s thinking of what it would be like if he was there right now. You’d probably be asleep, tangled up in each other’s limbs. It would look uncomfortable from an outsider’s eye, but he knows. Knows how it feels to have your heartbeat pressed against his and how nice it feels.

You sigh. “One more month.”

The tone in your voice is gentle, yet knowing. He knows you miss him too.

“For now, you need to sleep, no?”

It’s 3 in the morning for him, and he’ll have to be awake again in three hours.

“Can’t.” He bites his lip, swallowing hard as he tries to fight the sob brewing in his throat. Your heart clenches at the way he sounds, knows that when he feels, he lets it take over him.

“Will you be able to sleep if I stay on the phone?”

“Maybe.” Shaky.

“Okay. Have the kids been treating you well?”

A smile pulls at his lips at the mention of his best friends, and the topic change does a good job at masking the nauseating pain of missing you. A bandaid. A temporary fix.

“Still loud and stubborn, but I wouldn’t want them any other way.”

“Hmmm, I won’t be surprised if you come home with a head of white hair.”

He laughs at the thought, running a hand through his hair. “I think I’m already starting.”

“Then Seungmin calling you an old man is justifiable, then?”

“I don’t think I like you teaming up with the boys against me. You’ve signed up on my team the moment you said yes to being mine.”

You laugh from your end, and Chan’s heart flutters at the sound. He can almost see you with your crescent eyes and the cute scrunch on your nose, the one you do when you cackle.

He tries not to think about it too much. Tries not to picture himself right there with you. He knows it’d only rip the bandaid he’d desperately plastered on himself.

“Not sleepy yet?”

“Just a little.” He admits quietly, a yawn escaping his mouth.

There’s stifling from his end, and you can only assume he’s slipped himself back into the covers of his bed.

You keep telling him stories, no matter how menial, anything to keep him company. You know he just needs to hear your voice, has told you before how simply hearing you comforts him—it’s a calm only you can offer.

Chan breathes in and out slowly.

It’s four in the morning now, and there’s quiet snoring in the background.

“Goodnight Channie. One more month.”

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons : RichOlderWoman!Ellie

I got this as an ask but Tumblr ate it 😱 so here you go anon.

Okay Okay. So, first things first, from day one Ellie was always adamant when saying that you were NEVER her sugar baby.

you were just her controversially young girlfriend who she liked to spoil and have perched on her lap during boring business meetings.

speaking of SPOLING-

she regularly takes you on trips to expensive high end malls which exclusively house designer brands and WILL buy you anything you look at as long as you hold her hand while you both walk around.

but CEO Ellie Williams is a busy woman, and doesn't always have a long enough interval between meetings to keep you company.

in those cases she simply kisses you cheek and forehead before handing you a small black card and saying "give me a show of everything you buy when I get home, hm?"

arthritis may be fast approaching but those hips do not slow

(jk she's only in her late thirties, and you know for a fact the extent of working out she does keeps her joints in check)

in fact she gives the best strap game. the experience and the variety of expensive toys and the regular gym routine = 🤩

always her arm candy

every once in a while after lovingly gazing at you for a little too long, looking at your soft supple thighs, pink lipstick coated lips and shiny hair cascading beautifully from your head. she feels insecure?

it's an odd feeling.

an unfamiliar feeling.

but Ellie is mature, it's one thing you admire about herand she knows that a problem won't be resolved unless she talks to you.

so she does, and as soon as the voices of concern fall from her lips, you soon put those thoughts to rest <333

she does the same to you!!

it was a normal day, you woke up to a cup of coffee on your bed side, a small pastry from your favorite bakery, a credit card and a note which read:

"Good Morning my love, I completely forgot about the early morning meeting I had today. I got you some pastries as an apology, I'm sorry we can't go shopping today like we planned, but here's my card and the driver can take you to the mall.

Love you pretty girl, Ellie x"

•••••••

it was a while later when Joel, your driver, pulled up outside the office building, you thanked him swiftly and walked quickly towards the automatic doors of 'Williams Enterprises Headquarters', expensive jimmy choo heels clicking against the concrete entrance. The security guard, Bob, nodded his head in greeting and you returned the gesture with a smile.

The receptionist was... different. the usual blonde haired girl was replaced by a middle aged woman with greying hair, deep set wrinkles imbedded in pale skin. "Hi what can I do for you today?" a high squeaky voice came from her mouth. a tone of voice you knew from years of retail work and customer service, you winced instinctively.

"Hi, I'm here to see Miss Williams." you reply, fingers tightening on the strap of the mulberry purse Ellie had gifted you for your 2nd anniversary a few months passed.

"hmmm. I don't see you on the schedule, do you have an appointment?" she smiled, the fakeness clear and tone of voice irritated.

"oh, uhm no. I'm her girlfriend" silence. the fake smile plastered on the woman's face falling, as she looked over behind her to a colleague who nodded in confirmation of the story you had given her.

"sorry if this is intrusive kid, but aren't you a little young." she spoke, and chewed a piece of him you hadn't noticed before rather obnoxiously. "I mean I can tell you're..." her eyes scanned your frame "reaping the benefits."

"I mean, god I can't blame you" she continued " if I had the looks and youth I once did I would happily suck off anyone for chanel. Now tell me doll, how much surgery has Mrs. Williams paid for you to have done, surely those tits aren't real?"

you quickly brushed past her, ignoring the intrusive questions and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor Ellie's office resided on.

the site of you immediately brought a smile onto your girlfriend's previously pinched and visibly frustrated face. "Hi pretty girl,", she pushed out her chair from behind her desk, patting her thigh for you to sit on. "Hi Els." the frown you couldn't quite erase from your features furrowed your brows in a way Ellie couldn't ignore.

"What happened baby? you upset with me for leaving earlier?" she asked softly, adjusting you on her lap and kissing your temple. "nah it's not that- I just-" your hands instinctively began playing with Ellie's fingers, twisting the ring on her index finger slowly. "the new lady, in reception. she said something-" you sighed. "and I just can't shake it."

"do you think that, I'm a burden? that the fact I'm so young means I'm leeching off you? I don't want to do that Ells. I like dresses and bags and makeup and you give that to me because you can, but I just- if you ever don't want to buy me stuff, please tell me Ells, I don't want to take and take and take when you don't want me to."

a soft chuckle shook Ellie's chest "pretty girl, look at me. The reason I work is to spoil you, the reason I go to these bullshit meetings with these stuckup assholes is to give you and me a life where money is no object. I love you sweet girl" she kissed your plush lips, the tension seemingly draining out of your body at the touch.

"now, which receptionist said that?"

•••••••••

A/N: cute little hc and drabble to get me back into the swing of things.

[lunajay33]

Where are You Part.4

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Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since you were teenagers having a lovely little girl and another on the way but then the apocalypse happens and you’re left by yourself with your daughter and unborn child, will you ever find you husband again? Mean while Daryl is with a group that has no idea about his family

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warnings: Usual twd violence, pregnancy, Shane

Part.3

•Masterlist•

I wake up in the bed next to Daryl as he’s still sound asleep, he looks so exhausted and we never got the chance to clean him off yesterday, I stroke my fingers down his arm lightly hearing him hmmm

“Ya staring again sweetheart” he says as he opens his eyes

“Can’t help it when you’re next to me” he looks deep into my eyes, his face blank

“Are you okay?” I ask worried

“Always am” I sigh taking his face in my hand

“D….i know you more than myself, and if you won’t take care of yourself I will, I’m not letting you work yourself to death”

“I can take care of myself woman” he groans as he sits up careful of his side

“I know you can but you know I like making sure you’re okay, how about we get in the shower and you LET me clean you up” he looks back at me with a little smile and I know I’ve got him, I pick some clean clothes for the both of us and lead him to the bathroom

Stripping of our dirty clothes and stepping into the warm stream of water with him behind me, wrapping his arm around me resting in my belly, reminding me of when he’d come home from work when I was pregnant with Harlow and we’d just hold eachother

“I miss this” I sigh we he starts running his hands down my arms to my hips

“Me too, thought about ya s’ much on the road, wishin I could hold ya, smell ya, just be with ya” his voice low in my ear

I turn in his arms wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him down into a kiss, trying to believe we’re back in our little home

“I wanna go home, how are we suppose to raise Harlow in this and what about a new born or what if something happens when I’m giving birth” he runs his finger down my lip stopping me

“As long as yer with me we’ll figure it out” I nod as I take soap and start washing him down being this close to him after so long and these damn baby hormones it was like I was on over drive

I watch the soap wash down his biceps making them glisten and I can’t take my eyes away I just want to bite them

“I know that look” he says with a smirk braking my trance and making me blush

“Well maybe if you weren’t so mouth watering I wouldn’t have this problem” we finish cleaning eachother and step out, he helps me get dressed and I help button up his sleeveless plaid

“As handsome as ever” he scoffs playfully

“Get yer mind outta the gutter woman”

“Ugh fine, let’s go take Harlow off of Beth’s hands”

•

We had breakfast as a little family on the porch and Harlow was stuck to Daryl like glue, staying on his lap not wanting him to leave

“Mommy when’s Levi coming?” She asks as she chews down on a strawberry

“Who’s Levi missy?” Daryl asks confused

“Baby brother, I think it’s cute” she says looking up at him

He nods and I can’t help but smile

“He’ll be here soon Angel a few more months” she squeals excited

“You’ll be here right daddy?”

“Of course I will baby” then there is a disturbance down by the farm, everyone yelling, Daryl takes his crossbow and runs down I take Harlows hand and make our way, finding out that Hershel has been keeping walkers in the barn

Shane’s freaking out making a panic of everything, I have Harlow stay with Lori and Carl back away from everything going to stand next to Daryl

“Face it we’re looking for a little girl WHOS GONE”

“Man ya don’t know what the hell yer talkin about I found her damn doll” Daryl shouts

“Ya you found a doll” he said pushing Daryl I step infront of Daryl trying to stop him knowing he’s still injured

“Don’t ever touch him again pig” Shane laughs in my face and grips my throat so tight I’m immediately seeing stars choking for air clawing at his arm, everyone screaming trying to pull Shane off me, I finally feel relief when he’s ripped off me and I fall back into Daryl arms, falling to my knees as he grips my face tapping lightly trying to get me to focus

“Come on Angel breathe, I’ve got ya” I finally come back to reality sucking in a deep breath feeling the pain in my throat, I try to talk but it hurts so bad

“Don’t talk” I faintly hear Shane going on a tangent, I turn in time to see him break open the barn doors and out floods the walkers, I look back at Daryl with fear, he gives me the look and goes off to take them down as a wobbly make my way over to Harlow covering her eyes from the gore, my throat still on fire my head foggy, all this trauma can’t be good for the baby

“Mommy I’m scared” she whimpers against my chest, I rub my hand up and down her back taking a deep breath I get back up on weak knees and take her away, she didn’t need to hear or see any of this I take her back to our tent

“Mommy he hurt you again” she says as he takes a blanket and lays it over me as I lay down and she plays like a doctor, taking a water bottle and handing it to me I try to say thank you but it comes out wheezy and painful

“Shhh mommy I’ll take care of you until daddy comes” she lifts my head and lays it in her lap being careful of the stitches on my head

We just lay there for a while until the tent opens and in comes Daryl pulling me to his chest

“I helped mommy, made her better!” Harlow says as she stands to join our hug

“Good girl” Daryl hums

He looks at my throat groaning when he sees the red hand print that’s quickly turning purple

“I promised he wouldn’t touch ya again I’m dealin with this” he gives both of us a kiss on the cheek and he’s gone

“Daddy mad”

“He sure is, Shane is a bad man”

“Because he hurt you?” I nod brushing her hair back

“Yes no man should lay a hand on a woman, I wish you didn’t see that but I’m okay” she nods gently brushing her little fingers against my neck

“I just want you to be happy mommy” her words break my heart

“I am because I’ve got that sweetest little daughter and I still have my family” Daryl comes back in his hand bloody and I could tell he was fuming

“Think he got the message now” he growls slumping down beside us, I clean up his hand and wrap it

•

The night air is hot and all I can hear is the soft breathing of Harlow and Daryl and the bugs out in the field, I couldn’t seem to sleep after everything, too hot to sleep anyways but Harlow and Daryl could always sleep through a hurricane, sleep was never a problem for them

I tiptoe around them and sneak outside trying not to disturb them, sitting on a camp chair letting the subtle breeze wash over me helping cool me just a bit

“Oh baby what have we got ourselves into” I sigh rubbing my bump when I feel a kick

It’s only been a few months of this new world and it’s already gone to hell, what else is going to happen, how am I going to protect my family I feel like a failure

“Woah” I gasp feeling a sharp pain in my stomach, one I’ve never felt before

I try to breath through it when an even strong wave of pain takes over me, I scream falling to the ground like the air was knocked out of me

Somethings wrong, I hear the tent unzip and Daryl comes out picking me up from the ground, Harlow on his tail

“What’s wrong sweetheart” he asks panicked

“I can’t….soemthing wrong D, it hurts so much” I gasp holding my belly

“Is it baby Levi?” Harlows little voice cracks

“Follow me close harly” Daryl says as he starts running through the field towards the house everything feels like a blur

“HERSHEL” Daryl yells when he busts into the house, I see a frantic Maggie and Hershel come to the guest room where Daryl laid me down

“Somethings wrong she said her stomach hurts, she screamed so loud” I feel it again and cry

“My baby, please god don’t take him from me” the pain is too much and I feel the darkness take me

•

Part.5

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[pyxxiestyxx]

Feralbreaking

TW for: scaryffini, feralbreaking, and some more overt petplay.

"Fuck! Off! You! Fucking! Weed!" She struck out at the monster again and again, but it was like hitting a pillow. Her knuckles weren't even getting scraped by the blows. All the while it just grinned down at her.

"My dearest, I don't think this is going to work they way you wish it. I am your Owner, and you are my floret."

"I'm not a FUCKING wormhead, freak!" She threw another punch, but this one sunk in deeper. Much, much deeper. At the same time, the smile on its face seemed to…flicker.

Slowly, and despite all her strength…its hand wrapped around her throat, and it began to push her down. Not even its whole hand, just two fingers and a thumb, and yet it was more than enough to overpower her completely, to bend her first to her knees, and then finally to collapse backwards and pin her flat against the ground.

"I see. I thought I had gotten an obedient, submissive little flower for a floret. And instead I appear to have found a…a wild animal. A simple beast that doesn't know right from wrong, who just wants to bark and bay and bite at the hand that feeds it." Its voice slid over her like nails on a chalkboard, like water on a hot stove.

"Wh…what are y-?" Was all she got out before the bevy of needles sunk into her neck. She felt the kick of drugs like hammerblows on her mind, her whole body beginning to tremor.

"But not to worry, little beast. I am quite sure that with enough time, I can make a perfectly trained puppy out of you yet. We'll start with something easy. Go on, girl. Speak!" It held up a small bite of something savory, some bit of meat.

She scowled, baring her teeth at it. Rrrrrr ARF!

She blinked. Tried again. Bark bark arf!

"That's a Good Giiiiirl. Here you go~" The treat was forced into her mouth, and its hands worked her jaw to chew. When she refused to swallow, it merely pushed the morsel into the back of her throat, almost gagging her until she finally relented. It released its grip immediately, standing up to its full height after giving her some head scritches that left her drooling.

"Good. Now pup, I think this will suit you much, much better for working all of that feralism out of you. You already look so much happier! Let's check back in on this in…hmmm." It glanced at a tablet. "What do you think. One month, or six?"

Her heart plummeted, and she growled at it louder, trying to stand and failing. It was like she had forgotten how to walk.

"Six it is."

[ledesaid]

Recipe #6 – "Cheese Fingers...?"

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Terrified in a corner, they watched the most powerful mortal eat… chew and swallow fingers…

Once…

And again…

Oliver: Can someone think of the children?!

Canary: What children?

Oliver: Roy is still developing and is highly impressionable!

Roy: What are you talking about, old man?! I'm definitely not a kid…

Roy look clearly.

Roy: What the hell is that?! Cap, those are fingers?!

Marvel: Oh no, these aren’t real. Well, yes, they’re fingers and yes, they were in someone’s hands, but it isn’t exactly “someone.” They’re really not from this plane of reality, and their concept is more abstract than life itself… But it’s almost the same as eating an apple or a nut… Yes, it was part of a hand and, yes, it was part of something that could complain… But I swear it’s almost like in the dimension where everything was cotton candy. I mean, that was an accident and I apologized. But, back to the topic of the fingers…

He takes one and bites it.

Marvel: They’re cheese fingers, magically processed…

He extended one to Roy.

Marvel: Want one?

Roy: Hmmm… I think Dinah remembers that my doctor forbade me from eating things high in… what do you say they’re made of?

Marvel: Corrupt magic, infused in a world with physical conditions similar to a cheese finger factory. I know because I left them there myself six hundred years ago.

Roy: D—Definitely. I can't eat it. Am I right, Dinah?

Canary: Yes… Roy is still growing and he shouldn’t eat anything outside the protein diet of things from our world.

Billy lets them go while adding a final note to the book:

Use a food processor and shape it into normal cheese fingers.

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[sunday-bug]

Can you write about reader finding out Bucky is super ticklish?

You bet! Gonna make this a short, flirty friends vibe 😘💗🥰

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You'd been friends with Bucky for a while, and you just sat down for a movie at his place. He'd made tacos al pastor and margaritas. Always wanting to try out new recipes. And you have to admit - they were always good. Everything he made was delicious. You are eating in the living room, using the coffee table as a dining table while Bucky starts the movie.

You take a bite of your taco and do a little happy dance, "Bucky! These are so good. You outdid yourself."

He laughs, "Thanks, doll. You're easy to please."

"Hmmm, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not," you muse, eyeing him teasingly.

"It's a good thing," he says. "I meant it as a compliment. You're not high maintenance."

You nod, taking a sip of your margarita, "Okay, whatever you say." You poke him in the ribs jokingly.

He curls in on himself, "No!"

Your eyes light up and you smile maniacally, inching closer to him.

"No, no, no, no," Bucky says, getting up from the couch and moving across the room.

You raise your hands in surrender, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I didn't know you were ticklish. Come sit with me." You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you, trying not to smile.

He sighs and settles back down on the couch, picking up a taco and taking a bite. As soon as he's chewed and swallowed, you're on him, tickling his sides and pinning him down on the couch. He's laughing and squirming, trying to escape your clutches.

"Oh my God, stop!" He yelps through laughter, face turning red.

You stop, still straddling his lap, and let him sit up, "I had to."

"Oh, you had to, huh?" He says with a smirk.

You nod with a giggle, "You're so cute when you're all ticklish and giggly. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Okay... maybe Sam."

He maneuvers you both so you're now the one pinned under him and he starts tickling your sides. You can't help but squirm and laugh, "Bucky! Bucky! Stop!"

"But you look so cute squirming under me," he says, stopping the tickles and then his face immediately turns red. "That came out wrong."

"Did it, though?" You tease, looking into his ridiculously blue eyes.

"You're a tease," he whispers, inching closer to you.

"You're a flirt," you whisper back, brushing your lips against his.

He takes the invitation and kisses you back, hands roaming up your sides and down to your hips, tacos and movie both fully forgotten.

-the end-

[miguelhugger2099]

I need soft Miggy so maybe some aftercare with him? Like after a rough fucking session and he makes sure you feel loved

Love Between

started ripping my hair out chewing on iron bars i just KNOW his love language is acts of service like fanfiction isnt enough i need to experience this man in the flesh thank you for the request ! i hope its up to your standards! as alwayssss i can always remake this once my requests open up if you're not satisfied :)

Miguel x Reader, Fluff, Brief mentions of smut, Not proofread, Word Count: 1,361

Miguel tightens his hold on your hips, his teeth buried in your neck while his hips slowly came to a stop. He let go of your neck, his lips brushing against the bite mark he’d given you. He helped you release your legs around his waist, gently placing them back down on the bed. Miguel pulled out of you, pressing soft kisses along your neck and jaw when you whined.

“I’ve got you, mama.” He whispers, his hands gently caressing your thighs to ease the feeling back into your legs. “You did so good.”

You blink up at him, your vision slowly coming back after a dazing session. You could barely feel your body, legs numb and your chest heaving up and down in deep breaths. You feel Miguel’s hands rubbing up and down your waist.

“You okay?” He asks sweetly, pecking your nose and cheeks. You nod and mumble.

“Uh-huh…” You close your eyes, completely drained and spent. Luckily, Miguel had prepared beforehand and grabbed a towel from the nightstand. When you two decided to be a bit more rougher this time around, he knew he had to be prepared to love and pamper you since his stamina was much higher than yours.

He helped spread your legs apart to clean up the cum that had spilled out of you. “Do you want take out or do you want me to cook something?” He asks, taking glances up at you. You mumble your answer that was borderline incoherent but he understood you easily. “Take-out it is.”

Miguel then tosses the soiled towel to the hamper and slides in his boxers. He then scoops you up in his arms and you snuggle in his warmth. He kisses your head and leads you to the bathroom. He plops you down on the toilet and turns on the tub faucet to fill the tub up with warm water.

Miguel takes you in his arms again and helps you inside the warm tub, quickly filling it with bubbles. You gained a bit of your strength back, leaning against him while he cleaned your body up with a nice smelling soap. You looked up at him with a soft smile, watching him work on you with care. He meets your eyes and gives you a small smile of his own. You pucker your lips, a silent plea for a kiss and he chuckles. Leaning down, he meets your lips with his in a tender kiss.

Satisfied, you lean back on him again and play with the bubbles, already starting to feel the effects of the warm water making you sleepy. Miguel’s hands–which were groping and kneading your hips and ass moments before–were gently grazing over the small bruises on your skin. His thumb caressing the bite marks of his teeth and the sore spots where he held onto you desperately. He made sure to massage those specific places, wanting you good as new.

“What do you wanna order? Pizza, some fast food, or maybe something from that small restaurant we go to?” Miguel pulls you out of your sleepy state. He brushes back your hair, his hands wet so some strands get stuck to his fingers.

“Hmmm. I don’t care.” You murmur with a shrug of your shoulders. You reach up to his face, the water dripping off your arms and you cup his cheeks. He gazes down at you lovingly.

“Okay.” He replies. He knows you want something specific.

Miguel runs his hand in the water after a few minutes of cleaning and massaging you. “Alright. The water’s getting cold. I’ll be right back, nena.” He murmurs and kisses you before getting up on his feet and walking out the bathroom. He picks up his phone and places an order at one of your favorite places–one you haven’t had in a minute so he decided to spoil you with it this time.

He heads to the laundry room where warm towels had been sitting in the dryer earlier. He snags one and walks back into the bathroom where his heart stutters seeing you put your hair up with a claw clip. Water droplets down your back and arms, glistening on your neck in the warm lighting.

“Can you stand for me, mama?” He sets the towel aside and offers both his hands for you to take. You nod and take his hands, Miguel hauling you up from the tub and it swishes loudly from the sudden momentum. You step onto the floor mat and Miguel wraps the warm towel around you. You clutch onto the towel and he brings you in his arms. For a few moments, Miguel just holds you in a big warm bear hug, peppering a few kisses to the side of your head.

He picks you up bridal style again, refusing to let you walk, and plops you back into bed. He kisses your forehead and heads off to rummage through your drawers to find you some fuzzy pajamas. You watch him with a smile, your heart swelling as he takes care of you down to the tiniest details. You were clean and loved while Miguel worked hard to make sure you were relaxed.

Miguel comes back with folded pajamas in one hand and your slippers in his other.  He places the slippers down and takes the towel from you to dry off any remaining drops of water. He kneels in front of you to help slip on a clean pair of panties on you as well as the pajama pants. Meanwhile, you picked up the shirt that was from the pile, noticing how it was just Miguel’s shirt and you smiled while putting it over your head.

He looked up at you, his eyes brighter seeing you glow and look cute in his shirt. He takes your hand and kisses it before joining you in bed by wrapping his arms around you and pushing you back on the bed. Miguel snuggled himself back to the crook of your neck and your arms went around his shoulders. He pulls the weighted blanket over you two for extra warmth.

Despite his shirt drowning you in the fabric, his hands ran up and down the sides of your body to feel your skin. “You were great, baby.” He mutters against your skin and you chuckle.

“It was fun. Rate me out of ten.” You smile and curl your fingers in his hair, nuzzling against him. You feel his shoulder shake with the rumble of his deep laugh.

“I’m not rating you. If anything, you should rate me. How did I do? Are you okay? Did everything feel good?” He asks, lifting himself off from your neck and brings a hand up to caress your cheek.

You nod, your eyes sparkling and heart fluttering at the memory. “Really good.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“In the best way possible.”

Miguel playfully bites your cheek and you giggle, turning away from him but he tightens his grip around you to keep you near.

His hands rub up and down your back and you look down to meet his eyes. He moves closer so that your foreheads touch, noses grazing each other. You close your eyes with a soft smile, basking in the presence of Miguel. He keeps his eyes open, admiring the way your eyes flutter under your eyelids, eyelashes long and pretty. He glanced down at the marks on your neck and his hand went down to hold your thigh, bringing it around him. He wondered how many marks would appear in the next twenty four hours.

“I love you.” He whispers and it makes you open your eyes. He’s staring intently up at you, a certain softness to it while he gazes into your soul. You felt vulnerable. He felt vulnerable too. It was moments like this that mattered most.

“I love you too.” You whisper back, shifting yourself so that you could cuddle into his chest. You feel him adjust to the new position, his arms going around your shoulder this time as if protecting you. His hand rises to your hair, his nails gently scratching your scalp.

“I love you more.”

A/N: god if ur real, you'll send miguel o'hara on my doorstep ASAP

[cowgirlvi]

Hmm puppy Vi hmmm yes...muzzling puppy Vi....letting puppy Vi curl up on your lap..giving puppy Vi a chew toy...being puppy Vi's chew toy...letting puppy Vi bark and growl and make all the noises she wants....and petting puppy Vi's hair..giving puppy Vi a little tail.....her loving it...describing puppy Vi's ovulation as 'heat'...calling puppy Vi a silly doggy...holding puppy Vi's hand while we cross the street...taking puppy Vi on walks.... puppy Vi. ...ohhh puppy Vi

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don’t forget her puppy-dog eyes

[caws5749]

Written Words

A/N: does anybody have any fluffy requests???? Please send if you doooooooooooooo

You were always better with the written word. You fumbled over oral words, your brain not thinking fast enough to keep up with the conversation, often thinking of clever things to say only after the fact.

But written word was... right. It was simple, easy, seemed to just flow for you.

Natasha was never one for fancy speeches or eloquent romantic words anyway, but that didn't mean you didn't want her to receive something beautiful, something pure, something well-said. So you wrote.

It started with something as simple as a card with flowers, along with a new knife. You hadn't really known what to get her. She had loved everything, but she hadn't really cared about the gifts. What she loved, what she cherished, was the card.

Natasha, this is a simple gift, simply because I can't help but think of you. You consume my mind, my soul, my being in the best way possible. And I hope that you continue to. Love, Y/N.

No one had ever said anything like that to her. It was the gesture, but it was the words.

You kept writing little notes for her everywhere. Her heart soared, it was something she looked forward to every day. It was notes on her pillow for her to come home to, notes in her weapons locker, notes near the coffee machine (which made Tony and Clint roll their eyes in fake disgust and you never heard the end of it).

You knew you wrote decently, and you began to be proud of such a thing. You hadn't known how much your writings meant to Nat until one morning.

Unbeknownst to you, you had developed a pattern. It seemed that every other Wednesday or Thursday there was a note on Natasha's pillow.

But you didn't that morning. You were rushed, mildly under the weather, and just all around not doing your best. You hadn't really forgotten, but you just didn't have the time or energy.

Your girlfriend met you in the kitchen, pulling out a coffee mug while you worked the espresso machine.

Your eyes flickered towards her, a crease forming between your brows at her silence. There was no 'good morning', no hug, no nothing.

"Good morning," you said cautiously.

"Morning," the red-head replied shortly. She didn't even look at you. Your brows raised.

"Natasha?"

"Hmmm?"

"Is everything okay?'

"Why wouldn't it be?"

You sighed through your nose, growing a bit frustrated. You weren't usually so quick-tempered, but everything you were dealing with had caused a short fuse.

"Fine, then," you retorted. You returned to the espresso, throwing things about loudly.

Nat finally turned to look at you. She then studied the bags under your eyes, the slightly pink nose, the half-done hair, and the time. Guilt swept through her.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, moving to you, arms wrapping around your middle from behind.

"What's going on?" you whispered, fingers moving in circles along her forearm.

"I know it's dumb, but I... you usually.... it's Thursday and every other We-.... just... there was no note," she finished sheepishly, half burrowing her face into your hair.

The lightbulb went off.

"Oh."

"I shouldn't expect that, but I just love your writing so much. But I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, especially seeing you, babe. You're clearly not having the best morning. I'm so sorry," she said gently, giving you a squeeze.

You hadn't known she loved your writing that much. But you certainly did now.

It was why you couldn't wait after writing your vows to share them with her.

It was dusk, the last hints of light barely creeping through into the compound. Natasha sat on the couch, a blanket half draped across her legs that were tucked under her. She had one eye on the news and another on the book in her hand.

Her eyes lit up as she noticed you, setting her book down. "Detka," she greeted warmly, lifting up the blanket for you. You settled in next to her, facing her and chewing on your bottom lip.

"What is it?" she asked, brows furrowed slightly.

"I know this isn't customary, but I can't wait," you said. She only looked more confused. You pulled out the paper that had slightly crinkled in your pocket. You took one look at her emerald eyes before your heart filled with love and you thought you might burst.

"When I met you, I didn't know what was to come," you began, following the words you'd so carefully written. "I didn't know I'd find someone with such love, such courage, intelligence, and all around perfection. I didn't know I'd find the one who was so perfect for me. Natasha Romanoff is a name that is revered in many households, in many hearts, but I can promise you that no one reveres you as I do. I promise to respect you, cherish you, love you like no other. I promise I will take care of you when you are sick, to protect you when you are fighting for the world, and to stop Clint from stealing your special snacks."

She gave a watery chuckle at that, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I promise to be a faithful wife, a faithful mission partner, and your greatest ally. I promise to try my best to give you the three children you desire, the perfect house you desire to build, and the life you deserve. Until death greets us, I am yours, Natalia."