#i'm NOT saying he's a pillow princess. he gives great head and he loves it bc of course he would.

[theorderofthetriad]

I had this thought a while back, and something came up on my dash that reminded me of it, so let me just say, based on his "World of Cardboard" speech, I think Clark Kent (at least in the DCAU) is 100% a bottom.

He will never ever be the athletic party in a sexual situations, he gets fucked or he gets ridden, but he never fucks or rides himself. I think it's simply a matter of he would be so preoccupied with not hurting his partner that the act would be unpleasant for him, like so unpleasant i don't think he could even get it up if he was supposed to fuck someone.

[hellsslibrary]

Hello! There's just not so many sub! Kaiser fics and I'm d y i n g to read those 😔😔

Can I request for a sub! Kaiser x male reader where Kaiser has a praise kink but doesn't ever want to admit it 👀

#a.n. :This is so same! Kaiser is such a babygirl, I want to kiss him, eat him, hug him, and then rock him in my arms and let him relax... But no, this bitch is always top, lol. Even funny.

"I don't like your damn praise! Just fuck me alre—...What?"

!!Warnings: Bottom!Sub!Michael, Dom!Top!Reader, sex on an indoor football field (it's empty, it just seemed interesting to me, imagine the echo there...), praise kink obviously, Michael tries to be dominant, but he's too much of a pillow princess (he came out so gentle... In his own way), in fact everything is quite vanilla, but he kicks you when he's unhappy, also very romantic in general. × And the reader is somehow connected with football company. You can be a manager, a football player, or even a cleaner there, honestly.

The football field in the building was closed at night, knowing full well how persistent football players in the leagues can be. Darkness, silence, idyll... Except for the flashlight from the phone somewhere in the middle of the field and quiet groans echoing from the walls.

"Why did you decide to have sex here? Plus, at this time?" You ask, looking over at Michael, who was clutching at the trimmed grass in the lawn as you thrust into him at a careful, almost tremulous pace.

“I think you said yourself that you wanted to experiment... So we’re starting with something easy,” Blonde whispers, wincing from the unpleasant feeling of artificial grass in his hands, so he just hugs your neck lazily.

“Well, yes, but... You obviously have some other reasons. But I won’t push if you don’t want to talk,” Michael just sighs at your words, but it immediately turns into a soft moan when your lips touch his neck.

“I just love the atmosphere in here, as weird as it sounds, so shut up and fuck me,” A disgruntled mutter escapes his lips, only to be cut short when he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck.

You look over his face, surprisingly too peaceful for him. Maybe this place really brought inner comfort to his soul, erasing all the doubts and burdens that he kept inside and sometimes shared with you. Maybe it was. But your heart broke at the sight of him for some reason, you understood his feelings more than anyone... Because you were probably the only one he was able to open up to so much.

“Micha? You’re a good boy,” echoes from your lips almost casually, but with a sickly sweet note that you want to listen to forever and drown in these sweet speeches.

"What was it?"

You find yourself torn from examining his face by his question. And really, why did you say that? He didn't do anything special during your entire session, which lasted about half an hour. And you too... But one look at him is enough for you to understand why.

Your attentive gaze glides over his perfect facial features, long eyelashes giving his eyes an unusual softness and warmth. Instantly you feel the desire to say that he is beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. Faithful hands, strength and tenderness in every touch, sincerity and warmth in every word, just for you. The desire to praise, to say how much love and kindness he has, how he is able to bring a smile even in the most cloudy weather.

His soul shines brighter than the stars in the sky, his smile can melt the heart of icy granite. The desire to praise, express gratitude for all the beauty and kindness that he brings into this world. He is not just a person, he is magic, miracle, a spark that pushes you to move even in your most difficult moments.

The words seem unfair, but the heart is filled with feelings that are impossible to carry on the wind. Praise, approval, love — all these are small before the greatness of his soul and his existence. You really want to tell him about this so that he understands how amazing and significant he is to you. Just as the sun rises every morning, he awakens in you a feeling of awe and admiration that seems endless and will remain so.

“Because I love you,” You say without thinking, and immediately catch a light, rare blush on his cheeks.

His hand immediately drops down from your shoulder to cover the pink dust on his cheeks, but you intercept his hand, kissing his fingers tenderly, intertwining your fingers together.

"You idiot... Why so suddenly?" He asks, even if he doesn't wait for an answer, lightly kicking you in the side, groaning when you lean over him a little closer, hitting his sweet spot at a pleasant angle.

You find yourself thinking that you would worship him if he were God. It’s not that you didn’t already worship him... But he was definitely the person for whom even an atheist would reconsider their views on the world.

"Why suddenly? I'm always ready to praise you. You are tenacious, driven, incredibly smart, caring for those you care about in your own way... You are simply magnificent."

"Shut up, please shut up. I don't need your praise, just fuck me and..." He trails off, kicking you in the side again as he realizes something, "You didn't say that I'm handsome."

“Your beauty is a fact. But your appearance is far from the main thing that you have, even if you think differently... But if I started to list what I like about you externally, then we would move on to dithyrambs and ballads, and not to the climax."

Michael chuckles, finally distracted from contemplating you in response, realizing that he really feels a knot growing in his stomach. In general, he would never admit that he would be glad to listen to these dithyrambs and ballads and much more if it came from you. He's always taken praise for granted because, yes, he's Michael Kaiser, but now? He's just a puddle in your hands that's trying to look like ice.

“I’m not clenching around your cock right now because...” He cuts himself off, groaning as your mouth sucks on his neck in the area of his tattoo, “It’s not because I liked the praise, is that clear to both of us?”

“Of course, my King, as you say,” You say, biting the skin of his neck, causing him to whimper quietly as one of your hands slides to his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Your pace gradually picks up as you get closer too. And the sight of Michael, who clearly enjoyed your previous praise, did not at all ease your hard-on, nor did the warm walls around him.

"Call me!" He suddenly shouts, kicking you in the side once again, although you have no idea what he means at first, pulling away from his neck.

"Good boy?" You ask cautiously and to your surprise and pleasure, his cock twitches in your palm, and after a few thrusts he actually comes, squeezing you tighter than usual, which is why you can’t help but cum, thrusting into him a couple of times in post-orgasmic bliss, and then laying down on his chest.

The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you as he lightly ran his hand through your hair. You were both regaining your more than ragged breaths before the comfortable silence was interrupted by a question that made you chuckle hoarsely.

“Why did you ask this and not state it as a fact?”

[solarmorrigan]

Written for Day 3 of @steddie-week

Prompt: Mutual Pining | Rated: E | Additional Tags: Modern AU, Masturbation, Sexual Fantasy, Hypothetical Top!Eddie/Bottom!Steve

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Need more trope reversal with gay!Steve and still-thinks-he's-straight!Eddie obliviously pining after each other

Like, Eddie isn't into guys, but it's fine that Steve is. It's cool! Eddie is super supportive! He even helps vet Steve's dates. And whatever anyone (coughRobincough) says, he is not overly invested in Steve's love life. Sure, he might judge potential partners a little harshly, but it's for one of his best friends! Steve is great, and he deserves the best; it's not Eddie's fault so many guys fail to live up to standards.

Meanwhile, Steve is quietly dying, because he's been into Eddie since forever, but Eddie is straight, and he has to sit there and listen to Eddie extol his virtues and talk about how he deserves someone great while not being romantically interested in him whatsoever. But Steve also never claimed he isn't pathetic, so he'll take what he can get; maybe dating a guy who Eddie deems worthy will be almost as good as getting to be with Eddie himself?

Anyway, that train wreck is happening, and it all sort of comes to a head one night when Steve comes home to their shared apartment from yet another date, visibly frustrated and a bit disappointed, and Eddie isn't one to say I Told You So (much), but he had told Steve so. He'd said he hadn't liked the look of the guy's profile picture; Eddie has a sense about these things.

But still, he asks, "Bad date?"

Steve shrugs. "It wasn't- terrible."

"Oh, high praise."

"Well, it wasn't!" Steve gives a little laugh. "I mean, he was... nice."

"He bored you, didn't he?" Eddie can't help himself. "I told you he would be boring, who uses a picture of themselves in a suit for their profile on a dating app?"

"He wasn't boring, he was just- nice," Steve hedges. "A little too nice."

Eddie raises his brows. "Like... suspiciously nice?"

"No, not- we just weren't compatible," Steve says, still frustratingly vague.

Eddie is silent, staring at Steve, willing him to go on.

"In bed," Steve finally elaborates with a sigh. "The sex sucked, man."

"Ah." Eddie nods sagely. And then, because - okay, not because he's overly invested in Steve's love life, thank you very much, but because he's a good friend, right? And a good ally. And - yes, fine, he's also a little curious, sue him, but because of all of that, he asks, "You don't like 'em nice?"

Steve snorts. "I'm not saying I like people to be mean, it's just - I mean, it's kinda hot, you know? Having a guy who can push me around a little - take over so I don't have to think. Like, people just kind of assume I want to be in charge, that I'm gonna take over and-" Steve shakes his head, "I dunno, that's just not really what I'm into."

Eddie nods; this is definitely important information that he needs to have, obviously, if he's going to help Steve find The Perfect Guy. And he can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to give Steve exactly what he wants - he would be so pretty, pressed into the mattress, clutching at the sheets, scrambling for purchase, for a way to channel the pleasure as he gets fucked. Who wouldn't want that?

Like, objectively. Objectively, Steve is an attractive guy, anyone can see that, so objectively he'd probably look hot while getting railed within an inch of his life. That's just science. Surely any guy who also likes guys would be into that.

Eddie realizes he's maybe been silent for too long. "So you're a pillow princess, huh?" he teases, trying to will away the image he's got in his head of Steve begging for some guy's cock, faster, harder-

"Fuck off." Steve gives Eddie a shove, but he's laughing a little. "I am not. I'm definitely not opposed to doing some work to get what I want."

The Steve in Eddie's head that for some reason won't go away shifts from arching his back while on his hands and knees to sitting in some probably undeserving guy's lap, riding him like a fucking pro, head thrown back in ecstasy, and Eddie very much needs to go now, needs to go address the completely unavoidable boner that's come up because they're talking about sex. That's just what happens sometimes. Unavoidably. Totally normal.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind. While we're hunting for your dream guy, I mean," Eddie says quickly, levering himself up off the couch and making for his bedroom as quickly as he can without being suspicious. "Sorry the date was a dud. We'll find your man, though, Stevie, despair not!"

He barely catches a glimpse of the odd look Steve is shooting him before he shuts his bedroom door. He can't think too much on it, because his brain is busy with other things - things like initiating the most confusing jerk-off session of Eddie's life.

But they were just talking about Steve and his preferences in bed, alright? It doesn't have to mean anything that Eddie's suddenly imagining it's his lap that Steve could be bouncing in, whining and crying out as Eddie thrusts up into him, hitting him just right. It doesn't have to mean anything that he imagines putting Steve on his back, imagines Steve's legs wrapped around his waist, imagines holding Steve's hips so hard he leaves finger-shaped bruises, imagines fucking Steve until he's sobbing and still begging for more, because Eddie understands what Steve needs, Eddie can give him what he wants--

It doesn't have to mean anything that Eddie comes harder into the slick clutch of his fist, imagining it's Steve's tight ass, than he has in ages.

It doesn't have to mean anything, but Eddie gets the feeling that maybe it does.

And shit, he may have to do some self reflection.

(Meanwhile, if Steve retires to his own room to have some private time with his favorite toy, fucking himself like he wishes Eddie would, shoving his own fingers in his mouth to keep from calling out his name, that's his business. And if he didn't admit to Eddie that the biggest reason the date had sucked had simply been because the date wasn't him, well - that's Steve's business, too.)

[arachine]

*slides a big fat twenty your way* uh how about a part two of that non traditional family dynamics with gojo

dinner and a disaster . . .

synopsis :: when your oldest daughter is at that age where boys are starting to become the focal point of her universe, you bring out the big guns — which in this case, unfortunately happens to be her father (who is not exactly the best when it comes to disciplining his little girls).

or, in other words, you and gojo play good cop bad cop.

genre :: fluff

contents :: co-parent!gojo, mentions of alcohol, heavy dialogue, time skip (the girls are 14 and 12 respectively), gojo is in distress !!!!

note :: link to part 1 + link to part 3

it's 10 pm when you text gojo about the latest happenings going on in your household.

it's also 10:01 pm when you answer his incoming face time call.

he's wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, laying down on his bed with a pillow under his chin and a hand propped up to support his head—he's comfortable, to say the least, and 100% tuned in to hear about whatever it is that you just texted him.

"is this what you've been doing all day?" you query with a laugh. there's a brief look of confusion etched onto his face before he picks up on what you were implying. rolling his eyes, he scoffs.

"it was my day off," he pouts, "can't a man relax in his fuzzy blanket?"

you squint teasingly at the screen, then nod slowly before mouthing an 'uh-huh'.

"i didn't call you to get berated about my choice of blanket!"

"okay, okay! i'm sorry," you grab a napkin from your nightstand, waving it like a white flag of surrender. "such a baby..."

"says the one who could never take...you know what, i won't finish that."

"smart man," you smile. "i want to be mad at you sometimes but it's almost kinda impressive how easily you can change the atmosphere...i mean, wow! it's record-breaking, truly."

"ha...ha. alright. i overstepped my bounds, i get it. can we just...can we just get back to our daughter? i'm starting to regret calling you on my day off—which, by the way, was going so great."

"great, love that we're on the same page," you give him a thumbs up through the screen. before you can get into the nitty-gritty of the situation, you take a brief pause to prepare yourself for the dramatics about to ensue—because if you know anything about gojo satoru, you know he's definitely one for the dramatics.

"when i tell you this...i want you to stay calm, keep a level head, and most importantly, i want you not to scream," you say, opening your mouth again to emphasize the last part, "and it's important that you especially won't scream, okay?"

gojo mulls it over before committing, "i don't know...it depends on what you're gonna tell m-"

"just—just promise, gojo," you interrupt, clearly agitated.

"alright, i promise."

"okay, so there's a boy..."

you're mid-sentence when gojo's eye starts to twitch.

"and she's expressed to me that she wants to go on a date with him." when you finish, you're half expecting him to yell, and half expecting him to end the call. but he doesn't.

in fact, he's so still, you're almost convinced he's frozen, but then he begins to smile. slow at first, and then all at once. it's creepy, you think, something straight out of a horror film.

"i know this was a lot of information to process, are you...okay?"

"pfttt, what? of course, why wouldn't i be?"

"well, you look scary. maybe i shouldn't have told yo-"

"SHE WANTS TO WHAT?"

and there it is. gojo satoru, king of dramatics.

"my little girl, my baby, my princess. she's only 10!-"

"she's 14."

"same thing, how could you let this happen?!"

"what happened to not yelling?! you promised!"

"oh be serious, i made a vow to you 14 years ago and look where we are now," he whisper-yells, trying (and failing) to contain his voice.

"dammit, you're right...well, at least we're on the same page! we both don't want this date to happen." when you take another glance at the screen, gojo's no longer laying down on his bed, but up and pacing around his room like a mad man.

you watch him for awhile, and when he doesn't seem to be coming back any time you soon, you call his name, "satoru."

"what?!" he turns to the phone. glaring at him, you wait for him to check his tone. "sorry, what?"

"i was thinking tomorrow you could come over for dinner? it'd give us a chance to talk to her about it...so that it's not just me telling her no."

"so, what i'm hearing is that you want her to hate me too?"

"no, i'm saying i want us to be a team. so, can you come over tomorrow? can you do that?" you ask, raising a brow.

"yeah, i'll be there."

at the same time the oven alarm goes off, gojo arrives. you can see his car pull into the drive way from where you are in the kitchen, and you mentally curse yourself for not getting ready sooner.

"fuck, uh okay," you throw your oven mitts, "hon, can you get the door for your dad? i need to go upstairs and get changed."

the youngest gets up from her place on the couch, "sure, wait...dad's staying for dinner? what's the occasion?"

you're halfway up the stairs before you stop, "enough questions, please. just open the door, thank youuuu."

ambling from the living room to the foyer, she opens the front door. gojo smiles, and immediately lifts her up into a bone-crushing hug that only a dad could give.

"hey bug, missed you," he squeezes her, much to her behest.

"ugh, dadddd, put me down," she drawls, pawing at his chest. gojo frowns and puts her down, putting a hand over his heart as if he were shot.

"you used to love that, you know."

"yeah, when i was like five."

"are you not?" he teases, but she's not amused. he nudges her arm annoyingly until she begins to smile. "there we go, punk. now can i have a real hug? you're hurting my feelings."

like a true pre-teen, she rolls her eyes and reluctantly trudges over to him, then opens her arms up for a hug. at this stage, you've noticed that hugs are okay, but only when it's on their own terms—and you especially can't initiate them when their friends are around (you learned that the hard way).

when they pull away, gojo takes his shoes off and wanders through the house. "where's the other brat at?"

"upstairs."

gojo nods, "uh-huh...where's your mom at?"

"right here." gojo hears you before he sees you, and then he lifts his head up to see you at the top of the stairs standing behind the banister. before you make your way downstairs, you waltz over to your daughter's room and knock on the door.

"hey, dinner's ready. come on downstairs. somebody's here to see you." as you begin turning around, the door flies open and out comes your moody teenage daughter.

"who is it?" she queries, following behind you like a duckling.

from where he stands at the bottom of the staircase, gojo raises a hand and waves.

"hey, scrub."

"dad? what are you doing here?" your oldest questions, but still goes in for a hug.

"your mom invited me over for dinner, that cool with you?"

she nods, then turns to her sister. they exchange a knowing look that, if translated, would be: something's definitely up. they wait for you and gojo to head to the kitchen before having a quick debrief.

"you definitely did something," the youngest side eyes.

"wha-why would you think i did something? you're the one failing a class," she rebuttals.

"ok well...this isn't about me! they only get together when one of us does something. don't you see? they're teaming up...this is an intervention."

the oldest pinches the space between her brows, "i can see why you're failing english now, because the way you just jumped to conclusions like that is actually insane."

dinner goes by without a hitch. for majority of it, you spend the time talking about work, school (which seems like a sensitive subject because the youngest wouldn't look either of you in the eye), and the plot of this hbo show with adult kids who're trying to take over their father's company.

gojo brings it up, of course, and jokingly says that the show was written with him in mind. he asks the girls if they'll fight over who'll inherit the company when he dies, and it turns into a i'm the better daughter debate.

when it gets a little too rowdy, you have to remind them that this is all hypothetical and that their father is a menace who likes to cause chaos whenever possible. gojo pouts and says you're no fun, but quickly fixes his face when he sees your pointed glare.

"come help me with the dishes," you say, and then disappear into the kitchen.

the two of you fall back into old habits. you wash the dishes, he dries and sets them on the rack. it feels like it did in the beginning, only this time, he'll be leaving when the two of you set out to do what you originally intended.

"dinner was nice," he says after about 10 minutes of comfortable silence. he doesn't look up, doesn't even make a joke about your cooking (which, you were totally expecting him to do). instead, he just continues drying the plate you handed to him.

"you know, you're welcomed to come again. you don't always have to be away in that apartment all by yourself," you start, choosing your words carefully, gently. "the girls like eating with their dad."

"i like eating with them too. i guess i'll start coming by more often then."

you almost miss it but there's a smile on his face, and it's genuine. instead of pointing it out, you savor the moment.

your reasoning for his coming here was to talk to your daughter, but it was also to get him out of the apartment. see, you were sneaky like him too, and what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. to you, this was just hitting two birds with one stone.

when you finish up, the two of you discuss the plan over for what seems like the 100th time.

"so, we're gonna go in there and be cool about it, okay? we won't hound her. we're just gonna tell her like it is, and then let her down gently. got it?"

"got it."

"after you," gojo extends his arm.

"wha-ugh, fine."

as you lead the way, gojo has to keep a hand on your back to keep you from turning back around. so far, you've attempted to retreat five times—you're two feet away from the kitchen entrance.

"will you just go?" there's irritation laced in his tone.

"okay, just stop pushing me."

"no promises, keep walking."

you sigh, but heed his request. with a hand still on your back, he guides you all the way to the living room. the girls are watching tv but quickly avert their focus when they notice you standing next to the couch with a freakish smile plastered on your face. gojo whispers in your ear to be cool and you immediately gather your wits.

"mom...your face...dad what's wrong with her face she's scaring me," the youngest pauses the tv.

"sweetie, will you go upstairs for a minute? your dad and i have to talk to your sister."

seeming to be catching on, she gets up from the couch and says a 'told you' to her sister before running upstairs. you and gojo share a look.

"what's up?" she asks, still weirded out.

"you see, well...we've been talking and..." you start, "your father has something he wants to tell you!"

gojo snaps his head towards you, gasping in the same motion. "hey, what the hell happened to being cool?"

"no promises, remember?"

"oh, you litt-"

"dad."

"sorry, uh, shit. i wasn't prepared for this. this wasn't the plan," he begins, "so, i heard there's a boy...and...you're at that age where boys are cute..."

she looks at the two of you in abhor and groans. gojo pauses briefly, but you encourage him to continue.

"and i've come to understand that you're interested in one and want to go on a date?"

"yeah."

"oh...okay well, i—we just don't think that's a good idea. you're 14, in school, and honey, you're so young...you have your whole life to be interested in boys."

"wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

"your mom and i talked about it and-"

"mom said she was fine with it."

gojo smiles in shock and then blinks, once, twice, three times.

"we'll be back," he announces, pulling you by the arm to the kitchen.

when you get to the kitchen, he releases your arm and pinches the skin between his brows. it takes all of about five seconds before he erupts.

"'we're a team, satoru', 'we're in this together', bullshit! you wanted me to be the bad cop, didn't you?"

"not initial-"

"didn't you!"

"okay, sorry! i may have...gave in when she asked, but i figured you'd be able to tell her no!"

"why would you think that!? she's my little girl!"

"she's my little girl too!"

gojo walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a glass. "i can't right now, i need a drink. what do you have?"

opening another cabinet, you pull out a bottle of pink whitney. gojo sucks his teeth. it was such a girl drink, but it was all you had so beggars couldn't be choosers. shrugging, he raises his glass for you to pour the drink into.

grabbing another glass, you sit down and join him.

"we've been had, huh?"

"how is that?"

"because we both can't say no to her."

gojo raises his glass to his lips and swallows it all down in a few gulps.

your daughter goes on a date the following week, and gojo starts looking into trackers.

© arachine 2023

[kooqitas]

always useful... ★ with: knj

#pairing: namjoon X f.reader #synopsis: you are always useful to your boyfriend, even when you are sleeping #tags: pwp(!), vaginal sex, free use, somnophilia, cnc, spit, humiliation, overstimulation, creampie, squirting, dacryphilia, a little of aftercare (<3) #wc: ~600 #notes: namjoon please wake me up like this.

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you woke up in the middle of the night and felt the impact of his large body on top of you. it took you half a second to realize it was namjoon, your boyfriend.

“even when sleeping you receive my cock… that pussy is already open, god!” he said as soon as he noticed you woke up. “you are my cumdump.”

“n-namjoon” you moaned, feeling his balls hitting you.

you looked down and your nipples were completely exposed and red, you wondered how long your boyfriend had been playing with you, and that only made you more horny.

“such a dirty slut, you look like a bitch in heat ready to be fucked... well, actually, you are that"

namjoon turns you against the bed, placing your face against the pillow and suffocating you without any care while he punishes your ass with heavy spanks.

you loved all of this, you loved when he treated you like an object, when he made you whimper while he fucked you tirelessly.

“don’t cum now, don’t be pathetic!”

namjoon says pulling your neck, at this point you were just drooling on the pillow while moaning and screaming inchoherently, feeling like he could split you in half.

he just keept pounding deeper and deeper into your tight hole.

your boyfriend pulled your hair while he fucked you hard, stretching your needy hole. your body was shaking now. 

"i will play with all your holes until they are no longer useful."

"i'm... i'm always useful..."

"are you? yeah, maybe you are, anyone take my cock in their sleep like you do"

the slap he gave your ass was what made you cum.

namjoon laughed, turning your back against the mattress again and now rubbing circles on your clit as your entire body shook on his cock.

you throw your head back, drool slipping past your mouth.

you're so overstimulated, that you started to cry.

"i love when you cry at my cock, you know what is better than tears on your face, hm?"

namjoon spat on your face. once, twice. you lost count after the fourth time.

he twisted one of your nipples and you screamed incoherent things again, making him spit in your mouth in an attempt to make you close it.

and then he came, the hot liquid hitting your uterus and bringing you one of the best sensations in the whole world, his balls all emptying inside your open pussy.

yet he didn't stop, he continued fucking you as the bed turned into a mess of cum, his own juice dripping onto his cock as he continued to pound your pussy hard.

"you know what i want, and if you don't give it to me, i'm going to make you cum again and again."

your body was shaking and you felt like everything was spinning, his hand didn't stop rubbing your clit and when he hit your breasts you finally squirted.

strong, wetting the entire bed.

so hard that you pushed his dick out, your legs shaking as he tried to hold you by your thighs so you wouldn't close them.

the bed was completely wet, and namjoon bent down to suck you.

"no, too much, please!" you pushed his head.

he laughed, raising his eyebrow and giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

"you were great love, i love you! you know you're my only and favorite!"

he waited for your body to calm down completely, and carried you in his arms to the guest room, it was common for you to use each other there, it always happened when you ended up having 'too much fun' in the room.

namjoon cleaned you up while praising you and telling you how much he loved you, until he saw that you were falling asleep again, and then he lay down.

"good night, princess, sleep well!" he said hugging you from behind.

[emeritusemeritus]

Could I request a Fred Weasley x reader where they’re at the burrow and it’s just like tooth rotting fluff?? Like domestic and cute and I want to claw out my own eyeballs, ya know?

My love, I can certainly do Fred fluff for you! 🖤

Warnings: None? Tooth rotting fluff and happy families. Banter and teasing with George. A whole lot of love from Fred.

Word count: 943

Give you everything.

The Burrow was the pinnacle of comfort in your mind. The sight, the textures, the smells, everything about it was warm and homely. Everything in the Burrow was a culmination of thrift and creation, table cloths made from old curtains, cushion covers from a gifted bedspread, home knitted clothes and a weird and wonderful collection of odd and non-matching china that only added to the unique and homely feel. Each corner, scuff on the floor, mark on the door frames had a story, a history and was well loved and tended to.

Your favourite piece in the entire Burrow was a soft blanket in the twins room, a complete mismatch of fabric that had been quilted together with the softest lining you'd ever felt. It was cozy, warm and smelt like home. Molly had very kindly gifted you a replica one year for Christmas that you'd fallen in love with and been abundantly thankful for, tears welling in your eyes as you threw your arms around her on pure appreciation. But nothing compared to the original, the scent of Fred imprinted into the blanket. The memory of cuddling under the blanket as you watched the rain fall on the wooden window, completely at peace with Fred arms holding you tight was almost imprinted onto the blanket itself, the reason why the new one just couldn't compare.

"Are you leaving that blanket any time this week?" George says with a smirk, stepping into his room and throwing himself down on the opposite bed whilst you snuggled into Fred's with the blanket.

"Nope," you replied with a grin, "I want to be buried in this blanket."

"Reckon it's had more cuddles that me this entire week," Fred says from the doorway, a smirk on his face as he watches in on you and George.

"Oh shove off," you say with a roll of your eyes; reaching out with your sock covered toes to try and playfully jab him.

"That's a bloody lie, you've both been joined at the hip since you got here," George snarks playfully, "it's actually quite disgusting."

"Aww no need to be jealous Georgie, you'll have him all to yourself again soon," you tease, earning a pillow thrown in your direction that makes you all chuckle. You burst out laughing when Fred suddenly lunges at George trying to hug him as he squirms trying to get away from his slightly older brother.

"If you wanted a cuddle Georgie you just had to ask."

"Shove off," he says, trying to sound out out but the smile on his face says otherwise.

"Or was it her you wanted to cuddle?" Fred adds, gesturing to you with a nod of his head, as he throws himself backwards onto the bed, falling in your lap. "I'm used to sharing mate but even I've got boundaries."

"Gits, both of you," George says, trying to hide him smirk as you both laugh. Fred's hand immediately reaches out for you, holding your leg through the blanket as your hand finds its way into his hair, stroking and messing the soft strands.

"Dinners ready!" You hear Molly call from down the stairs and mere seconds later George is up off the bed and running down the stairs before Fred has even moved a muscle.

"Come on you great oaf I'm starving," you say with a chuckle, trying to push him off you as he resists, dead weighting on top of you.

"So rude princess," he says with a smirk, slowly getting up from your lap, reaching for your hand and pulling you up.

Settling down at the dinner table with six of the Weasleys, each of you served up with a massive portion of home cooked food, you never wanted to leave. Ron and Ginny were arguing about some quidditch non-issue, George and Fred were whispering amongst themselves about an idea they'd had for their growing business, Molly was busy fussing about the kitchen as Arthur tried to sneakily read the daily prophet under the table without his wife seeing. It was chaos in the most wonderful way. You wanted this forever, wanted this for yourself. You looked at Fred, hoping that one day you'd be able to have all of this with him; a Weasley in your own right, your own personal branch of Weasley's all with red hair and big smiles like their dad.

"Y/n dear, you don't have to help," Molly says with a smile as you start clearing away and helping, wanting to pull your weight.

Fred appears behind you, linking his arms around your waist as you stand scrubbing the pots from dinner, the rest of the family having dispersed for the evening. He leans down, kisses your head and rests his chin on your shoulder as he begins pressing little kisses to the side of your neck making you squirm and laugh from the ticklish sensation.

"Caught you staring at me earlier princess, nice thoughts?”

You can almost hear the smirk on his face as his nose ghosts over your ear and hair, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“I want this, in our future, all of this,” you say with a smile on your face. He slowly turns you around, placing a large hand on your hip as you reach fir the tea towel and dry your hands before slinging your arms around his neck, body pressed between him and the counter.

The smile on his face is your favourite sight, the smile reserved only for you. Both drunk on love and each other, you share a tender kiss.

“I’ll give you everything sweetheart, all of this and more.”

[writing--whore]

Taking Control

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader and Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: You always dominate your boyfriend, Steven, but you're curious to know what it's like to be dominated... you're curious to know what it's like to be dominated by Marc.

Word count: 750

Warnings: d/s, edging, cockwarming, handcuffs

A/N: Okay so I started this agesss ago and never finished it. Idk if anyone would still be interested in reading it now. Idk how alive the Moonknight fandom is anymore. If enough people are interested, I would love to finish this story now I'm out of my writing slump

A beautiful whimper left Steven’s mouth as you slid his dick up and down your folds. You’d been edging him for at least 15 minutes by now, his arms handcuffed to the bedposts, outstretched and vulnerable. You loved seeing him this way, so desperate for you that he was leaking precum like crazy, but too submissive to even complain. 

You delved your head down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. He met you with equal fervour, greedy to accept everything you offered him. Your hand raked through his thick mop of hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck so your lips could roam lower. There was no need but you tugged harder, eliciting another whimper. You bit and sucked hard at his neck, in all the spots that you knew would drive him crazy. 

But… For as much as you were enjoying yourself, you weren’t quite sure where to go from there. You’d dommed Steven pretty much every day since you’d been together. And you had to admit you were curious to give up control for once. 

Your hips came to a stop. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You had voiced your curiosity to be dominated earlier on in the relationship. Steven had tried to dom you, and you had to commend him for giving it his all, but his heart wasn’t in it. He could never stop being so gentle and careful with you. You loved him for it but you craved more. 

You confessed that Marc’s personality - a polar opposite to your boyfriend’s - was intriguing. And after a long discussion, Steven had agreed that he was happy for you to experiment with Marc. 

Marc had required very little convincing. His attraction to you was no secret, flirting with you at every opportunity. In fact, you’d say he seemed jealous that Steven had you all to himself. 

“Yes, I’m feeling great.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek to reassure him and then averted your gaze as you tried to find the right words. “I… I was just wondering… are you still okay with me trying things out with Marc?” 

“Oh. Yeah… Yeah, of course.”

Your face lit up and you pressed another kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Steven.” 

A smile played across his face, slowly morphing into a smirk. His eyes languidly roamed across your naked form. 

“You finally decided to see what you’ve been missing out on?” That gruff, American accent sent shivers through you. 

He flexed his arms in the handcuffs. Never in a million years would he willingly be tied up in the bedroom. It was an embarrassment. 

“I seriously suggest you get me out of these.” 

Marc - usually so commanding and in control - was now at your mercy, his cock twitching at full attention. Suddenly, you were overcome with the desire to see Marc beg. 

Staring calmly into his dark eyes, your hips started up their motions again, slowly gliding your folds along his length. You even decided to take it one step further, you sunk down onto his cock. Your eyelids fluttered with heavy lust at the feeling of his considerable girth stretching you out. And then you just stayed there. 

A low groan escaped his throat as his head rocked back into the pillows. Marc’s dick was left feeling painfully sensitive after all the teasing you’d put Steven through. Not to mention your naked vision was absolutely glorious. He needed friction, he needed to fuck you. He needed it like a man starved. 

“You’re gonna regret this, princess.”

“Oh really?” 

You were the picture of smug as you rocked your hips to the tiniest degree. His fullness inside of you felt fucking incredible, and you could only imagine how excruciating the teasing felt for him. 

Marc growled and his hands made fists, tugging hard at the cuffs. 

You laughed at his futility. “I’m not going to move until you beg me, Marc Spector. I can do this all night.” 

Hands turned to fists and his arms strained, veins popping to attention. Metal clinked and you didn’t even have time to process that he’d broken the handcuffs before his fingers were curling around your waist and you were being flipped over to be beneath him.

Fear was quick to replace your cocky demeanour. Your eyes flashed wide open and your mouth hung slightly ajar - with shallow breaths of air escaping your lips. You went completely still, frozen like a bunny beneath the claws of a fox. 

"I told you I'd make you regret it."

[gr1mstar]

What Valentine's Day Gift would JJK man give you

notes: ik, ik, valentine's day is next month but i had this idea and just needed to write about it.

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GOJO SATORU

he would gift you some rich ass purse. he has money, he doesn't have time so after he saw that your curent purse it's a little boring for his and your taste he would buy you another one.

probably a channel bag or gucci. and ofc let's not forget the chocolate. chocolate that he would eat because it's obsessed over sweets.

NANAMI KENTO

i know for a fact nanami will never forget valentine's day and will buy your gift two weeks early. he would hide it in his office not to fuck up your surprise. he would buy you expensive dinner, buy you a new dress and fuck your brains out after you two get home.

you would found a neckless next morning on his pillow, with a note that says: "i forgot to give it to you, but in my defence you were just too sexy". when he comes back from work you will thank him ;)

GETO SUGURU

his girls would help him find a gift because he doesn't really know what to buy you. he takes you on a date, gives you an big ass bouquet of red roses with a preserved one in the middle, saying: "when the last rose dies than my love for you will die too" and fucks you at night for "a good sleep". he would also buy you a kitten, for when he was work (ahem killing ghe monkeys ajskw) and you are bored.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

he is the gift. he would probably steel a bow and put in on his head saying that "i'm all you need" after you complain that he forgot valentine's day. my man doesn't even have money for food so you order take out (you pay) and watch a movie. or try, you will watch the movie 10 minutes and fuck 2 hours.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

he would prepare a show for you. a show about what? about how is he fucking you. he improvised because ofc he forgot it's valentines day.

he will destroy you in front of his followers and show them how perfect "the little human" is. after that he would kill them all because nobody is allowed to see you in that wonderful moments besides him, and be alive.

ITADORI YUJI

he would take you to the movies, make out with you the whole movie and then go home and watch it again because you "could't concentrate". yuji will gift you chocolate and a diy photo album with all your memories. he would also go down on you at the end of the day because "today i want you to feel like a princess"

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi will give you a 2 m stuffed bear for cuddles when he is not around or at a mission. also chocolate and a great night ;) he doesn't really like going out much so he will cook you something (ramen) and eat in front of the TV.

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[likeahorribledream]

new guy

» CHAPTER TEN: A LITTLE GUIDANCE

CHAPTER NINE

SUMMARY: WHAT LIES AHEAD FOR YOU AND RANSOM?

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.0K

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

As soon as the door slams shut Theo and Chase come out of his room, looking around to see if the coast is clear.

"How bad do you think it is?" Theo asks.

"Pretty bad." Chase sighs. "I'm gonna go check up on her." He stops in front of your door and knocks softly. "It's me, princess. Can I come in?" 

You poke your head out from under the covers long enough to tell him to come in and disappear under them again right after. 

"Are you ok?" Your best friend asks as he closes the door behind him and walks over to your bed. 

"No. I'm not." Your voice breaks as more tears rush out of you. 

"What happened?" He sits on the edge of your bed and pushes back the covers to let you breathe. 

"I don't want to talk about it." You keep your back to him, curling up on yourself. 

He reaches over to you and rubs your back. "Where's Ransom?" 

You shrug. "I don't know, I think he- he left." You reach for a pillow and hug it tightly to your chest to try to calm yourself down.

"Want me to stay with you?" He pushes back your hair, away from your face.

"Can I be alone, please?" You whisper, scared that if you speak any louder you're going to break. 

"Of course. If you need me or Theo, just send us a text." Chase leans down and kisses your temple before standing up. "We love you." He adds before leaving. 

Ransom waits for his Über to show up to take him to his destination. 

"If you want a good tip and review I'd recommend not talking unless it's to ask for directions.."

The driver nods as he looks at him through the mirror. "Got it." 

With now time to think about what he wants to say, Ransom writes a few things down on his phone to make sure not to forget anything. He has a lot of questions to ask. 

The driver, as promised, keeps his mouth shut and Ransom gives him 5 stars and a $50 tip just for leaving him alone. 

He gets out of the car and up the few steps that lead to the front door, going in right after knocking. 

It's only been a few months since he has stepped into this house but it feels like it has been years. Things change quickly, he has changed too. Probably more so in the past few months than he has over the past 10 years. 

"I thought we were finally rid of you." Fran sighs as she sees Ransom walking toward her. 

"Fuck off." He says as he walks past her to his grandfather's office. He knocks but this time he waits for permission before walking in. 

"I like the beard and longer hair. It suits you." Harlan says to him as he takes a seat. 

"Mh. Thanks." He runs his fingers through his hair. 

"Not a fan of the bloodshot eyes though." 

Ransom sighs and glances down at the desk before looking back up. "Why did you have kids?" 

Harlan sits back in his chair and looks at his grandson, really looks at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Have you always wanted kids? Is it because Nana and Great Nana wanted them for you? Why did you choose to have kids?" 

Harlan takes a moment to really think about his answer, he's not sure why Ransom is asking him this but he has a feeling that his answer could potentially change Ransom's opinion. Whatever it is. "I don't know how it happened." He says sincerely. "I don't remember ever thinking about wanting to have kids until I met your Nana. I was a lot like you when I was younger. Reckless and handsome." He teases to lighten up the mood. "You often hear people say "I met the love of my life and my world got turned upside down" but when I met the love of my life my world finally made sense. All the puzzle pieces fell into place and everything felt right. I loved her with all of my being, still do. There's not a day that I don't miss her but she's not really truly gone because I see little pieces of her in every single one of you." He smiles fondly. "I can't say when exactly I decided to have kids, all I remember is thinking that the world would be a better place with more of her in it. Now that she's gone, I'm glad I have all of you to remind me of her."  

"Would you still choose to have kids if you knew how bad we were going to turn out?" 

"Not everyone turned out bad and it's not entirely their fault if they did." 

"Meg is fine but the rest of us, not so much." 

"You turned out fine." Harlan looks at Ransom with a smile and pride in his eyes.

Ransom can't help but laugh. "In what world did I turn out fine?" 

"Look at how much you've changed since I cut you off, how much you've grown. For the first time in… years, you look happy. Genuinely happy."

Ransom shrugs and looks down. "I was." 

"It's that girl, right? Your friend that Marta helped? You fell in love."

It's not a question, it doesn't need to be.

"What happened?" 

Rubbing his hands over his face and sighing, Ransom feels close to breaking down again. "She wants to have kids." 

"And you don't?" Harlan asks curiously.

"Why would I? With how fucked up our family is, I don't need to put that kind of burden on a child or on her. She deserves better. My dad cheats on my mom constantly, they both hate me and each other." He shakes his head. "I'll be a shitty dad and a shitty husband." 

"Tell me, do you think your dad stops to think "am I being a shitty husband?" before cheating on your mother?" 

"Fuck no." Ransom laughs but there's no joy to it.

"Exactly."

Ransom frowns and raises a brow, confused. "Exactly, what?"

Harlan chuckles and sits up on his chair, leaning forward on his desk. "You are not your father. You are nothing like your father. You love her, you care about her. Let's forget about your parents, about this family. It's just you and her in the world, would you have kids with her?" 

"Of course I would. She's my whole fucking world, I'd do anything for her. I'd give her anything she asked for but this is the real world and Drysdale men don't make good fathers." 

"Then break the cycle." Harlan says, like it's the most obvious solution. 

"Oh, right. Sure. Just like that." Ransom answers, clearly being sarcastic as he rolls his eyes. 

"Why not? Are you a good boyfriend to her?" 

"I don't know. I guess."

"Do you love her? Show her affection? Treat her right? Take care of her? Respect her?" 

"I do."

"Then you've already broken the cycle of Drysdale men being shitty boyfriends or husbands. If you can do that then you can break the bad father cycle." 

"What if I can't and I end up ruining her life and the kid's life?"

"What if you can and you end up being happy with a great family?" 

"I hate it when you answer my question with a question." He shakes his head.

"I know you do." Harlan chuckles. 

"I'm scared I might have lost her." Ransom admits, so quietly that Harlan almost missed it.

"If you love her then fight for her. If you just give up then you're sure to lose her. Go home, fix it." 

Ransom runs a hand through his hair. "We have two roommates, they are protective of her, they probably won't let me talk to her alone and if they do they'll just hide and listen to everything." 

"Here." Harlan opens his desk drawer and pulls out a set of keys. "Send them there."

"Are those the keys to my old house?"

"Those are the keys to the house that I paid for. Now go, fight for your girl. Make me proud." 

Ransom stands up and takes the keys. He walks over to the door and opens it, turning around to add one more thing. "Please don't tell anyone about me and her. I don't want them anywhere near my relationship." 

Harlan nods. "You got it. Your secret is safe with me." 

"Thank you. For everything." 

His grandfather smiles at him. "I'm proud of you Ransom." 

He walks out of the house while taking his phone out of his pocket and tries to call you. He's not surprised when you don't pick up, it was to be expected. He hangs up to get an Über and he's surprised to see how late it is already. He hadn't realized that so much time had passed. It's almost dinner time but it feels later than that because of how dark it already is outside. 

On his ride home, Ransom thinks about how or what he'll need to do to get you alone without the guys. 

Once he gets dropped off near the building, he calls Theo to say he needs to see both he and Chase to clear the air before seeing you. After the call, he runs up the stairs and waits until he's sure they are gone. 

After the night they had locked you up in the loft together you had confiscated the keys from that specific lock and put them all in a drawer in the kitchen so while the guys are moving down to the first floor, Ransom quietly sneaks into the loft and locks the door. He leaves the key just in case one of you wants to get out, he doesn't want to hold you hostage he just wants to keep the guys out until he has had a chance to have a real talk with you. 

He sends them a quick text to tell them where he hid the key of his old house with the address. The guys would be pissed if they weren't so impressed by how quickly Ransom has learned to play by their rules. Plus, there are worse ways to spend your Saturday night than in a giant, beautiful house. 

Once he's sure the guys won't be interrupting anything Ransom takes off his shoes and his jacket, leaving them close to the front door. He takes a few deep breaths to settle his nerves before heading to your room. 

He usually loves moments when the loft is calm and in complete silence, like right now, but tonight he wishes there would be a noise, a sound, anything to cover his nervous heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins at an incredible speed.

Ransom turns the knob and walks in without a sound before closing the door again. He moves closer to your bed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you looking so small and fragile, almost broken. He hates that he did this to you.

Lifting up the covers, Ransom carefully gets into your bed and lies behind you. A sigh of relief almost escapes his lips when you don't flinch or tense up at his presence, counting it as a small win. 

You have no idea what time it is, all you know is that you've spent the entire day in bed crying, sleeping or staring at the wall in front of you. You're tired and your body aches from lying in the same position for hours on end, yet you can't find the energy to move. Not even to turn around. Chase and Theo check up on you often to make sure you don't need anything, maybe that's why you're able to tell right away when it's Ransom who comes in and not one of your other roommates. 

You let him get in and settle down right behind you without saying anything. What is there to say that hasn't already been said earlier? 

What you don't expect is for him to reach over and wrap his arm around you, like he always does, and you feel terrible for jumping the way you do. Ransom tries to move his arm away when he sees and feels you get scared but you stop him, putting your hand on top of his. 

Ransom's eyes are burning with unshed tears as he wraps his front around your back, getting as close to you as physically possible. 

"I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." He says quietly, not surprised to hear the pain in his own voice. "Can you turn around, please?" 

You hesitate but slowly turn around to be facing him. As soon as he sees your face he moves his hand away from your waist and uses it to wipe off the fresh tears on your cheeks, not realizing that his own are now running free.

"I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so fucking sorry." He whispers, knowing that his voice can't get any louder without breaking or wavering. 

You're fast to cover his cheeks with your hands, using your thumbs to make his tears disappear as soon as they come out. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes things just don't work out." You give him the tiniest of smiles to show him you're not mad. You could never be mad at him for knowing what he wants or doesn't want. 

Ransom's eyes widen as he realizes why you think he's apologizing. "No, no, no, no." He says quickly and puts his index finger under your chin to make you look in his eyes. "I went to see Harlan today and we talked, for hours. You were right. I'm not my dad and I'll never be my dad. I love you, I'm fucking crazy about you and I never want to hurt you. I promise I'll never cheat on you or do anything else to hurt you, to hurt us." 

"Oh, Ran. I know you won't. The thought never even crossed my mind and I love you, I really do that's why it hurts so much but we want different things. As much as I love and adore you, I haven't changed my mind about wanting to have kids. I'm sorry." 

"I know, kitten. That's what I'm trying to say." He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and rests his forehead against yours. "I changed my mind."

Your eyes widen and you quickly sit up. "Are you for real?"

"Yes." He sits up too, facing you. 

"A few hours ago you didn't even want to think about having kids, Ran this isn't like changing your mind about getting a cat." 

"Like I said, I talked to Harlan and he opened my eyes on a few things." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger across your cheek. "If it were someone else, I wouldn't have changed my mind but it's you. I know you won't be scared to call me out if I do something bad and I know I'll love our kids because they will be yours. I really thought about it, I'm sure."

You stare at him speechless. "Maybe you should take some more time to think about it." You suggest, a little taken aback.

"I don't need to." 

You're shocked that he has changed his mind so rapidly but also shocked that you believe him even if you think an afternoon isn’t enough to make such a big decision. He seems so sure of himself, there's not even an ounce of doubt in his voice, in his words or in his eyes. 

Before you try to argue again, Ransom closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you. It starts off chaste and soft but it quickly turns sloppy and full of need, full of desire. One of his hands travels down your body to the small of your back where his hand then moves under your shirt. He sighs at the contact of your warm, soft skin and moves closer to you. 

You put your hands to the back of his head where you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him close, as if he'd ever dare to leave you like this. 

Ransom kisses the corner of your lips and trails down from your cheek to the side of your neck to give you a chance to breathe. He sucks and nips at the skin, smiling against your neck when he feels you shiver. 

You bite your lower lip and close your eyes to let yourself get lost in his touch. 

He lifts up his head and he grins at the sight in front of him. "You look so beautiful." He presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath once more. He helps you lie down on your back, holding himself up with one hand flat on the mattress while the other is still on your back. He lowers himself with you and settles his body on top of yours, between your legs so as to not crush you under his weight. His hand that's on your back moves from under you and comes to take yours instead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he raises them above your head to rest on the pillow. 

Once again Ransom breaks off the kiss to let you breathe and instead presses soft kisses all over your cheeks, forehead and nose. He stops to look down into your eyes when he feels you cupping his cheek in the palm of your free hand to get his attention. 

"I love you." You say softly after feeling the urge to say it first this time. 

Ransom's breath hitches in his throat and he gently squeezes your hand that he's holding. He gets lost in his own mind for a few moments, trying to think back to the last time that someone told him they loved him and meant it. For years girls have told him they loved him, not because that was how they felt but because they thought it could get them expensive gifts or money. It didn't. Those three little words have always turned Ransom off, until tonight. He used to hate hearing them but now they might be his favorite words. "Fuck." He curses quietly under his breath, his heart is pounding in his chest in the most wonderful way. "I love you." He adds quickly right before kissing the tip of your nose. "Wanna get started on those babies?" He asks you, cheekily as he wiggles his eyebrows and grins down at you. 

You can't help but laugh at his playful attitude. You tilt your head a little to the side, matching his playfulness. "Are you sure you want the babies and not just the baby making?" 

"I'm a big, big fan of the baby making." He smirks. "But I'm gonna be an even bigger fan of the babies that come from it." 

You shake your head as you smile, amused. "How about for right now we practice and we can talk about babies tomorrow morning?" 

"Anything you want, my love." He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. The moment your lips touch, his playfulness is gone and all of his focus is on making you feel good, beautiful and loved beyond words. Over and over again until you're both too exhausted to move.

Ransom rolls off of you and lies on his back next to you, letting you both catch your breath. You wiggle closer until you’re flushed against his side and rest the back of your head on his bicep. He moves his head to look at you and smiles at how relaxed and at peace you look. He wraps his index finger and thumb on both sides of your jaw to angle your head in the right direction to give him easy access to your lips as he leans in to kiss you. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away.

‘’We totally just made a baby, I can feel it.’’ He rests his head back on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. 

You laugh and take the hand that was on your face, holding it between yours as you close your eyes. ‘’I think it’s going to take a little while before we do. At least I hope so.’’

Ransom frowns and turns his head to look at you. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’

You blindly trace his pinky ring with the tip of your finger, slowly opening your eyes to look back at him. ‘’I love how excited you are about this but we don’t need to have a kid now. We need money, lots of it and our own place because I’m not taking care of a newborn baby on top of taking care of Theo and Chase.’’

‘’Right.’’ He sighs. ‘’I keep forgetting that money is an issue for me now.’’

You raise a hand to his beard and gently scratch with your fingers along his jawline. ‘’We just need to come up with a plan, to make sure we’re ready when it does happen. If we did make a baby tonight, we’ll make it work but I’d like to be prepared.’’

‘’It’s a good thing that one of us is smart.’’ 

‘’Don’t say that, you’re smart too.’’ 

‘’Oh, I know. I was talking about myself.’’ He laughs at your shocked gasp and kisses your temple. ‘’I’m just teasing.’’

You sit up to put your shirt and leggings back on. ‘’I hope you enjoyed getting laid earlier because that was the last time in a very long while.’’ You stick out your tongue at him before hurrying out of your bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. 

‘’No, come back.’’ He tries to stop you from getting out of bed but you’re too quick. ‘’Kitten.’’ He whines and smiles when he hears you laugh. He gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, not bothering with putting on any clothes since it’s just the two of you and he has locked out your other two roommates. ‘’What are we doing?’’ He asks, innocently.

‘’I’m taking a shower.’’ You turn on the water to let it warm up before getting in.

‘’What a great idea for us to take a shower.’’ 

You bite down on your lip, trying not to laugh and encourage him. You shake your head instead. 

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck, covering every inch of skin with his lips as he puts his hands under the front of your shirt to cover your stomach. ‘’Need some help with your clothes, kitten?’’ He nips at the skin right under your ear, making you shiver.

You slightly lean back into him, making him think he has won but you quickly snap out of it and pull away. ‘’I got it, thanks. I’ll be done soon if you want to take a shower after.’’ You take off your clothes and walk inside the shower, closing the door behind you as you step under the water. 

A few seconds later you feel a big gush of cold air coming in, making you aware that Ransom has opened the door. He steps in and stands behind you as he closes the door right after. 

‘’Ran, what are you doing?’’ You don’t turn around, your poker face sucks and you want to pretend to be mad for as long as you can. 

‘’Just making sure my beautiful baby mama is safe.’’ He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses the back of your head. 

You laugh quietly and lean back into him. ‘’I’m not a baby mama yet.’’

‘’Yet. But I’m working on it..’’ He moves his hands to rest on top of your stomach and you almost melt at how adorable he is being since coming back from Harlan’s. 

A small part of you wants to tease him and tell him that he’s being super cheesy but the sincerity in his voice stops you. Instead you put your hands on top of his and relax under the hot water. 

‘’Ran?’’ You say his name quietly after a few minutes of just holding one another. 

‘’Yes, my love?’’ 

‘’I’m starving.’’ 

He chuckles. ‘’Yeah, me too. Let’s wash up and then we can go out.’’

‘’Out? Ransom Drysdale are you taking me out on a date?’’ You turn your head to look up at him.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘’I don’t know if you can call it a date because I definitely can’t afford fancy restaurants but we’re going out to eat.’’ 

‘’Well, lucky for you I’m more of a small restaurant kinda girl. Small prices, big portions and I have my own money.’’ 

‘’I’m paying and I sure am lucky.’’ He smiles before letting go of you to grab the soap. 

By the time you get out there is no more hot water but neither of you care. You head back to your rooms to get dressed and meet back at the front door.

You’ve decided to walk to the small italian restaurant a few blocks away, you’ve gone often but Ransom hasn’t had a chance to eat there yet and you have a feeling he’s going to love it. You, Theo and Chase have been going there for years and the owners know you well, they often give you discounts that you pay back in their tip. 

You sit at your usual table and Ransom surprises you by sitting next to you instead of sitting across from you. You are so used to your boyfriends being either ashamed of being seen with you or trying to hide that they have a girlfriend in case they run into their other girlfriends that you’re always pleasantly surprised to see Ransom doing the exact opposite. He puts his arm on the back of your chair once he's settled and runs his fingers up the back of your neck as he takes one of the menus to decide on what to eat. 

You on the other hand don't even look at the menu because you know exactly what you're going to eat, the same thing as usual. 

"Everything looks so good." He says as he flips through the few pages with his free hand. 

"It tastes even better, I promise." 

"I bet. It smells amazing in here." He quickly glances around to see what is on other people's plates to potentially help him make a decision. There are so many choices and it's hard to choose just one.

A waiter comes over to pour you water and take your orders, leaving swiftly after. 

Ransom gets closer and kisses your cheek as he reaches for his glass of water at the same time with his free hand, taking a few quick sips before putting it down. He watches as you lean into his side, smiling as he watches you yawn and rest your head on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to your head, he gently strokes your hair while kissing the top of your head. "Tired, my love?" 

You nod. "Yes. Today was exhausting." 

His heart clenches at the painful thought of everything he put you through today. "I'm so sorry." 

"You don't have to apologize, Ran." 

"Yes, I do. I hurt you and I made you cry. I'm sorry." 

You tilt your head to be able to look at him without having to move away from his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me or make me cry. I was scared that we were done and I didn't want us to be."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He teases, smiling lovingly down at you. 

"Good, I don't want you to go anywhere." You smile back at him, a look of pure adoration in your eyes.

Anyone that would look at the two of you right now could see, without even knowing you, that you're in love with each other. The looks, the smiles and the touches are filled with respect and need for each other that makes it beautiful to watch the interaction between you two. 

You barely let go of each other long enough to eat and as soon as you're done you find yourself back into Ransom's side. 

The same waiter from earlier comes back over to clear your plates and ask if you need anything else.

"I'm full, thank you." You smile before finishing your water and putting your empty glass back on the table.

"Just the check." 

You try to pay for your half of the bill but Ransom insists on paying, you know better than to try and fight him. Instead you might "find" $20 in his jeans pockets while doing the laundry, that you'll make sure to give back. 

You walk back to the loft with your arm around his waist and his arm around your shoulders. Walking is a great way to help the food go down but the air is getting cold and gets through your clothes. 

Once in the elevator Ransom pushes on the button for your floor and wraps his arms around you, hiding you under his coat to help warm you up. Back in the apartment, he locks the door again to keep the other two out for the night and meets you in the bathroom to brush his teeth as you do the same. You both head back to his room, closing the door behind you, then taking off your clothes to get into his bed. He stays in only his briefs while you steal one of his t-shirts to cover yourself with for the night.

"I love you, thank you for tonight." You press a kiss to his chest before laying your head on top of his heart, just in time to hear it flutter at the first three words of your sentence. 

"I love you." He rubs your back, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. 

Thankfully the day ends in the exact same way it started: You in the arms of the man that you love feeling good and protected, right where you belong.

[sturniolo04]

Boyfriend's Brother M.S. & C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader x fwb!Matt

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Emmy's POV: His hands were all over my body making me feel safe and loved. His lips roamed all the places I wanted him to roam finding all of my sweet spots in need. I tugged on his messy brown hair not being able to contain myself from his touch.... i giggled at his cuteness finally sitting next to me on my bed cuddling me finally

Matt: jesus youre adorable

Emmy: you are too

Matt: whatever

Emmy: You have to go back home otherwise Chris is going to find out about this

Matt: fine leaving now

he says rolling off of her bed putting his clothes back on

How long has this been going on you may ask since the day we became best friends. there was this spark between me and Matt and it just happened so fast I couldn't see it coming or stop it from coming.. it just happened...

Matt: I will hopefully see you tomorrow night maybe princess

Emmy: we'll see Matthew

I replied after he leans over and gives me one last peck on the lips. He leaves to room as i stand up getting ready ironically enough I am supposed to be hanging out with Chris today.

Madi came back in the room, Madi was my roommate in our new apartment together

Madi: heyy

Emmy: hey how was Jacob's

I ask seeing she stayed over last night

Madi: great he is just amazing

she states plopping on my bed

Emmy: well thats good Madi

Madi: what about you? you and Chris good

Emmy: i mean kinda

Madi: ooo spill sista

Emmy: its totally nothing were fine 

Madi: Emmm

Emmy: i just- i dont- got alot to figure out is all

Madi: Okay well i am here for you love

Emmy; I know

I state as Madi gets up and head back to her room

and it was true me and Chris are good

Emmy: oh hey  i am leaving with the Chris in 10

Madi: okay have fun

Emmy; Thanks i will definitely try just that

i tease as she throws a pillow at me laughing. We posted a new roomie type instagram since we live together now

@itzemmy

itzemmy: look at my roomie <3

and I headed out the door 

I met up with Chris and we were just walking around the mall hanging out like normal when well

Chris: i just dont feel like you feel the same way about me that i do for you

Emmy:  What no i totally do Chris

Chris: yeah

Emmy: yeah i wouldnt be dating you if that wasnt the case silly

you say pushing him playfully as you guys walk through the mall

Emmy: we are back

I announced walking in the Sturniolo house, since I knew madi said she was hanging out here today, sitting on Chris' lap seeing Matt glance over in my direction

Madi; im going to go see Jacob so see ya losers

she sates walking out the door. i walk into chris' room sighing after Chris left to go run some last minute errands, hopping in the shower to wash off the day as i feel a presence behind me

Emmy: Matthew!

i whisper/yell

Matt: Pincess

he responds leaning in for a kiss

Emmy: no Matt we cant not now not ever

i say freaking out turning the water off and getting out and grabbing a towel wrapping it around my body walking into my room with him following

matt: why not Emmy

Emmy: Because i'm dating your brother thats why Matt

Matt: ...

Emmy: and we cant hurt him

i said on the verge of tears seeing i did really like him

Matt: your right

he says walking out the door closing it behind him.. i couldnt help but cry... as Madi walk in

Madi: I knew you would-... Emmy

Madi: whats going on love

she says as the she squat down next to me by the bed

Emmy: i-i like a boy i am not suppose to like

Madi: Chris..

Emmy: no... its...

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@adirtylittleheart @mintsturniolo

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 25

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"Look who is back!"

"Hello, Luna."

"Oh, come here" she said, hugging Rowena. "We were so worried about you when we heard you had left to be at the front with Rúben… What got into your head to do that?"

"Love, I guess" she replied, trying to shrug.

"And when you fought against those men to defend the camp?"

"You know about that too?"

"Everyone in the city knows" Luna chuckled. "You are like a hero around here. I've even seen little girls fighting with sticks and saying they are like Princess Rowena."

"Oh. That's… I don't know what to say."

"Well, I know what to say. Thank you."

"Uh?"

"Thank you for defending my people. Your people" Luna smiled.

"It is my duty as the princess."

"Maybe. But I don't see the queen or your friend wielding a sword. A needle, maybe. But a sword? Nah" she laughed. "Anyway, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to speak with Iris if she isn't busy."

"Today actually is her free day. Come" Luna said, leading Rowena towards Iris' room.

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"I am so glad to see you!"

"I can tell" Rowena chuckled. "But if you keep squeezing me like that, you will manage to do what the enemy couldn't."

"Sorry, sorry" Iris said. "How are you?"

"I'm… I don't know how I am" she sighed.

"Oh, dear. What did Rúben do now?"

"I was hoping you would tell me" Rowena said, sitting down.

"Me?"

"He's been late to bed almost every night since we came back, and I thought that maybe it was because he was coming to talk with you."

"I haven't seen him since before you left."

"Really?"

"Tell me what happened, Rowena" Iris said, taking her hand on hers and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"It all started after the last battle. I don’t know if they told you that he got hurt and was unconscious for a few days.”

“They told us, yes.”

“Well, at first I thought he was acting weird because he was still recovering, which can be normal. But his coldness towards me since that day hasn't disappeared."

"Coldness?"

"He avoids me, Iris. He can't be alone with me in the same room, and when we are alone it is as if he is scared to touch me. Did he tell you about the pillow wall?"

"He did" she chuckled.

"Well, now it is as if there is a huge invisible wall between us. And not only in bed. It is everywhere. And then…"

"Then what?"

"We both have nightmares. I've asked him about his, but he says he won't tell me until I tell him about mine."

"Then do it. Tell him."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because… I can't" Rowena said, getting up from her seat.

"Talking does help."

"I know, but… I'm not ready. Not yet."

"Does your nightmare involve him?"

"It has started to" she whispers, the images of Rúben lying dead on their bed coming back to her mind.

"Rowena" Iris said, also getting up. "You must talk to him. Tell him what you are feeling."

"As if it was that easy" she snorted. "He is constantly avoiding me or hiding from me!"

"But you are a clever girl. You'll find a way to corner him and make him talk."

"I guess I can try" she sighed.

"He loves you, Rowena. A love like yours doesn't disappear overnight."

"And I love him too. I don't think I will ever love anyone the way I love him."

"Then you will find a way to reach him and fix this. You'll see."

"Will you let me know if he comes to visit you? If he talks to you?"

"I will" Iris said, wiping away a tear from Rowena's cheek. 

"Thank you."

"Anything for you two" she smiled.

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"Are you sure he is in there?"

"Yes, my lady. He was cleaning Poppy."

"Great, thank you very much" Rowena said, walking towards the stables. This was her moment. She would talk with Rúben, tell him about her nightmare, and find out what was wrong with him. "Hello." 

No answer. Rúben just ignored her, busy brushing Poppy's mane. 

"How is she today?" 

Again, nothing. 

"One of the boys told me she's becoming a bit stubborn. Like her owner, I guess" Rowena chuckled. 

"Like her owner" Rúben murmured.

"Oh, look who remembered he can talk!"

"You are not funny, Rowena."

"Neither are you, Rúben. Especially not lately" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I'm not in the mood to argue."

"Well, I am. What is wrong with you? Why do you keep avoiding me and acting as if I don't exist?"

"I am busy" he said, his eyes still fixed on Poppy. He hadn't looked at Rowena yet.

"You are always busy. Always!"

"Lower down your voice. You will scare the horses."

"I don't care!" she yelled, definitely making some of the animals nervous.

"We'll talk when you have calmed down" Rúben said, putting down the brush he was using and starting to walk away.

"I am calm!"

"You are yelling, Rowena. That's not being calm."

"Rúben! Rúben, come back here! Rúben!"

"Ouch!" he complained. "Did you… did you just hit me with a shoe?"

"I did. And I can do it again. Maybe that way I'll put some sense into that big head of yours."

"Me? Who is the one sneaking into the city again, at night, and alone?"

"Did Iris tell you I went to visit her?"

"I haven't seen her since before we left for battle, but a guard saw you and came to tell me."

"Oh. I see."

"You look disappointed" Rúben chuckled. "Were you expecting to find out I was seeing her again and use that as an excuse to finally run away?"

"What are you talking about?" Rowena laughed. "I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay here, with you. I love you, Rúben."

"Maybe you shouldn't love me" he murmured.

"What… what does that mean?" 

"Oh, there you are!" Diogo said, walking into the stables. "He's coming."

"Who?" Rúben asked.

"Prince Lewin, of course."

"He's here already?"

"Not here here, he still is crossing the city. But yes."

"I better go get changed" he said, now walking towards where Rowena and Diogo were standing. "This is yours."

"Is that a shoe?" Diogo laughed when he saw what Rúben had given her. "Why did he have your shoe?"

"It's complicated" she replied, putting it on. "Let's go meet that prince."

"Yes, of course. But Rowena…" Diogo said, holding her by the arm. "I know something is going on between you and Rúben. he hasn't been the same since he came back. So if there is anything I can do…"

"If you could make him talk to you, tell you what is going on inside that stupid head of his…"

"I'll try" he smiled. "I don't like seeing him like this. Seeing you both like this. You love each other so much, that I just…"

"Thank you, Diogo. It means a lot" Rowena replied, kissing his cheek. "Now, the prince."

"Yes, the prince. Anne is already waiting outside, and I'm sure she's looking forward to gossiping about him with you" he chuckled. "Did you get to meet him? They say he is very handsome."

"I did not."

"Shame" Diogo said. He kept rambling about Prince Lewin, the new heir to the kingdom who had been their enemy until not that long ago, the one she had fought against. But there was only one thing in Rowena's mind, and that was Rúben's last words to her:

Maybe you shouldn't love me.

[scraftcat]

As promised here are some extra sketches based off of @nintendonut1 stories. (These were also written by Lilbluebox.) I've really enjoyed these, they have been coming out so quickly, so I wasn't able to keep up with all the stories in these sketches. These pieces were more experimental, some ending up being full pieces again.. (I'm bad at sticking to sketches...) With each piece I'll leave a bit of context and which story they are from. I will be going in order of the story. (All links will take you straight to the quote.)

"Unbelievable. The utter gall of this guy."

While being a part of the Koopa-troop, Bowser wants nothing to do with this stupid wooden doll. Can't they just leave him in peace? How dare they go over to His bed. The last thing he wants is a therapy session with a star possessing Pinocchio.

“We’ve got a witty banter thing going on. I don’t expect you to understand, Princess.” Hey, looks like Bowser's hatred ended sooner (rather than later.) They are now best of friends. In fact, they have a lot of banter no one else would understand. Isn't that right Geno?

"how could one escape a torment like this–-"

While star hill isn't full of wishing stars, when you are a star, it can get to your head. Sometimes it might feel like you're drowning in the impossible sea of wishes from those you will never meet.

"Geno felt ill. This was positively cruel. His first wish, as an inhabitant of this world, and it was this."

This piece was a lot more experimental. After watching the new spider verse I loved the art style and was inspired to make a piece based on the style of this section of the film. I think it fits well with the scene as the two moods of the characters are conflicting. Bowser doesn't know the true seriousness of the current situation, While on the other hand, Geno's overwhelmed by it.

"Mallow hoped he made a good pillow."

Here's a little bit of a nicer one. I won't spoil too much, but Mallow just wants to look out for his friend, especially with the current situation going on. His fluffiness comes in handy for situations like this one.

“Look, look!” He puffed out his squat little chest, showing off the tiny Koopa shell design adorning his fluffy skin. “I got an official Koopa Troop sticker for a job well done!” I won't spoil too much again, let's just say Mallow's the supportive powerhouse in this part. He's the best boy and the most hopeful team member. If you want to read these stories in full I will be leaving a link here to all of them. I would defiantly recommend giving them a read, they've been great so far and I can't wait to see what's up next. SMRPG STORY COLLECTION I hope you enjoy :V

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 25

WELCOME BACK SLUTS. It's that time of the year you've been looking forward to. As always, Kinktober is hosted by your local Napoleon simp @xxsycamore

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Day 25 - Morning Sex | Edging/Orgasm Denial

You woke up to Charles already awake and looking at you, smiling. Smiling back at him you turn to your side and feel the aches of last night.

Charles comes closer and puts his arm around your waist. When your bodies touch you remember that neither of you bothered to put clothes back on.

He kisses you softly. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby," you giggled and kissed him back. You nuzzle your face against his and close your eyes again.

Letting out a relieving breath, you relax into the bed again.

"I should go get breakfast started."

Charles starts to get up but you quickly grab onto him to keep him in bed. "Nooo. Stay here," you whine. "I want to keep cuddling," you pout and give him the same puppy dog eyes he always gives you.

"I can't say no to that face," he rests his head back in the pillow.

"Yay!" You start rolling your body over. "I want to be the little spoon!" You lay with your back against him and take his hand and wrap it around your body. You interlock your fingers with his and hum.

Charles bends his knees slightly so that you are basically sitting in his lap. You wiggle your butt against him, trying to move backwards to get as close to him as possible.

"Don't do that too much."

"Do what? This?" and you wiggle your butt again.

"Yes that," he moves his hand up to cup your boob, holding it and gently squeezing. "You know what happens when you do."

"Hmm. Have you ever considered that I want it to happen."

"Oh~" he gets close enough to talk into your ear. "You mean even with all the marks I left you still want more~" he gently bites the edge of your ear. You let out a soft agreeing moan.

"Even with how sore you already are, you still want to be fucked into the mattress," he squeezes your boob tighter and you let out another moan.

He moves on top of you, turning your body so that your front is against the bed. You automatically lift your ass up, pressing it against him.

"You're so eager first thing in the morning."

"You could say I had a dream just like this."

"So I'm even making you feel good in your dreams? You must really love me then."

You could feel his cock getting harder against your ass.

"Why don't you make the dream come true," you wiggle your ass again and feel him get harder.

Charles moans and sits up. You adjust your body to get more comfortable and raise your ass higher.

"Look at those bruises," he purrs as he rubs his fingers against your hips. "Don't worry. I won't be gentle."

He smirks and holds onto your hips as he slides into you, moaning as he does.

You moan and realize just how sensitive you still are.

He lets your hips go and leans over you, holding you by your wrists, pushing them into the bed. Once he's settled he thrusts into you.

You let out a loud moan, one after another with each thrust. Charles went right into being rough, giving you just what you wanted.

You whined with the harder he got. You felt like you were already going to cum.

"C-Charles!"

He held both your hands with just one and used the other to pull your hair.

"Yes, princess~ Is this like your dream or do I need to be rougher," he pulls your hair out of the way and licks your neck as if he's getting ready to bite you.

"Mmm. You would be great to have for breakfast."

All you do is moan and push your ass up higher. He pounds into you harder, hard enough to cause your knees to start to slip. Charles didn't bother to tell you to fix yourself he just kept thrusting into you, moaning loudly.

He released your hands and hair and grabbed onto your shoulders to thrust roughly into you. It was like he was pushing you down onto his cock but also keeping you in place.

You yelled out and in moments felt an overwhelming sensation flow over you, and your walls tightened around his cock just enough for him to get enough pleasure to do the same.

He buried his cock deep in you as he filled you with his cum, panting and holding onto you tightly.

Your body was tense until he eased up on you. Your body was already flat against the bed so all you had to do was relax. Charles stayed on top of you for a few moments to catch his breath before getting off of you, laying beside you.

You turn your head to look at him, too sore to roll onto your side.

He looks at you, both of you still catching your breath. "I guess today is a breakfast in bed kind of day," he kisses you. "Want some pancakes?"

"Y-yes please."

[edbloves]

https://www.tumblr.com/edbloves/755049232191389696/httpswwwtumblrcomedbloves754938770487476224

THIS IS EVERYTHING TYSM

But once she starts to get more comfortable with them, he realizes that she's just a mini John and he falls even more in love with her

He enjoys talking to her and getting her books to read as she learns her ABCs and hearing her three-year-old (sometimes strange) opinions on things,

This and this absolutely killed me cause hello! She’s just a little John, of course she is the most animated toddler to exist who just babbles all the time

Gale is awake in the middle of the night thinking and spiralling and trying make mental tallies of all the things he has to do and learn and help her with and holy shit he's so unprepared and what are they going to do with a child, let alone a girl?? So he climbs out of bed and unthinking of the late hour, phones Marge and asks her how she does her hair.

Gale learning how to girl dad? Stop it right now, could there be anything cuter? A very fair thing for him to freak out over, if I’m being honest

She has them instantaneously wrapped around her finger and they literally struggle so hard to say no to her ("You tell her she can't do that, John." "Why me? You tell her!" "I don't want her to be upset with me!" "You think I do?!") Good cop, bad cop is literally impossible to do with them, and Gale can't stomach it anyways, not with how his father was

OH MY GOD?? I can so see this. Like I can picture it in my head so vividly. The best part is they KNOW they are so wrapped around her finger and so does Marge who probably jokes that she will be the most spoiled girl in the world (it’s ok because they spoil her with love and affection)

Now I’m thinking about her first time getting sick, the way they probably fret so bad and are heartbroken that their baby isn’t feeling great

So sorry for the delay in responding to this! The first time she gets sick is giving me all the feels too!!

Here's my HC for their sick kiddo:

Gale is trying to keep it together because he worries that if she sees them panicked, she'll panic too. But internally, he doesn't know what to do and doesn't feel prepared to handle this, and calls Marge every two hours who has to talk him off the cliff

John is wreck, almost worse than his daughter, fretting over everything ("Does she have a fever, Buck?" "When do we take her to the hospital, Buck?" "I'm gonna stay up all night and make sure she is okay")

When it happens, it's unlikely Gale can get out of work (as he can't legally be acknowledged as a parent since they're in an illegal relationship) so he hovers all morning, piles blankets upon blankets upon blankets on her feverish frame and then calls home every hour to check in on them

John meanwhile does his best to cheer her up when he's not freaking out and tries to get her to laugh, gives her all the ice cream and juice she wants just to get some solids in her

They also call Croz multiple times a day with their worries because he has a child and has experienced it before (he laughs at them in a respectful and understanding way but teasing nonetheless)

They both absolutely dote on her for anything she wants: Chocolate? Have a Hersheys bar. Ice cream? Done. They read her every children's story they have while she's laid out on the couch and then go buy more. John makes up elaborate tales of princesses slaying dragons lets he interject her ideas whenever she wants.

Logically, they both know they should be careful or they'll end up sick too, but on the first night they barely last five minutes before they go collect her from her bedroom and have her sleep in between them (she doesn't even have to come and ask them to sleep in their bed)

She tucks her frame into John's chest and falls asleep holding Gale's hand with her favourite stuffed animal on the pillow next to her

They both struggle not to cry themselves when she comes to them in tears, feverish and saying "I feel bad, Daddy." in the middle of the night, and nothing they do seems to make her feel better, she's just gotta let it run its course

John tries to yell at the doctor tells them this, tries to get him to magic up a cure and says it's unacceptable to leave his baby feeling like this. Gale feels similarly but recognizes its not the doctors fault and apologizes on John's behalf

[yourlocalbigtittyedbitch]

Hi can you write abt zdog x female reader where they are in the talking stage and recently made out but zdog slept with one of the other recoms and reader saw them and ran to her room crying till she fell asleep and after that she started ignoring zdog and zdog is confused abt why reader is ignoring her and asks her but ends up in an argument and they stop talking for a while but zdog surprises her with cute flowers from the forest and they go on a date and they confess their love for eachother and zdog is crying hard while apologizing and they end up dating and just all over eachother and the other recoms start to get annoyed cause you can’t say anything bad about one of them without the other saying something back. Please take your time with this and it’s ok if you don’t want to write it

                           𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

       A Z-Dog x Human!Female reader!!

Warning's: angst, reader crying her poor lil' eyes out, some arguing, Z teasing you and giving you cute lil' nicknames! Lyle getting his ass beaten.. (again,) and a vary happy in fluffy end,

synopsis: you had recently made out with Zdinarsk. But someone comes up to her, sporting her hickeys and bite marks. (Reader also has a avatar body.)

Note: this was fun to write! And I'm sorry if it may sound bad. I don't think I can do anything atm for a while, since I don't feel my best lol! Also I hope you have a great week love!!

Remembering what had happened earlier made your body tingle with excitement, remembering what her lips felt like against yours, or how she nipped and kissed at the nape of your neck. While having you bent over a desk, oh how you wish she didn't stop, or how you wished she did more than just that little make out session. Snapping out of your deep thoughts as you continued your conversation with her

"Ah, I'm sorry that your guy's mission failed." You adjusted your hoodie. You had gotten as a gift from Z-Dog since it was always cold in the building. It was also your favorite color "eh, shit happens princess." Princess was one of the meny nicknames she called you. Since she usually spoils you with something, but the nickname couldn't help but make you blush and look away, hearing someone walking closer too the both of you, it was Prager. "Hay Z." He spoke. She nodded her head at him, acknowledging his presence she looked back down at you, while you noticed the hickeys on his neck "ohh.. I see someone's been busy" you giggled softly. Prager smirked and earned a chuckle from him, "yeahh.. Z-Dog really did leave a few marks on me," wait.. what did he just say? It felt like your heart fell out of place, and shattered into a thousand pieces. "Heh, yeahh. That really was a fun night." She chuckled as she casually chewed on the gum in her mouth. "I..  I'm sorry. I have to go." You said softly, as the stinging pain of tears pricked at your eyes as you turned around and began to quickly walk away. Trying your hardest not to cry, as the sound of your shoes hitting the floor echoed."whats with her?" Prager asked, Z-Dog just srugged as she blu a bubble with her bubblegum.

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      With a loud slam! You had closed and locked your door. Before backing away and walking over to your bed.. as those hot tears poured from your innocent eyes. "I'm so stupid.." you muttered "I-I.. I shouldn't have.. you collapsed onto your bed, not even taking off your shoes, as you hugged a pillow tightly, hiding your face in it. As you sobbed your poor heart out. Outside your room. Only a quiet muffle of sobs could be heard..

     You had fallen asleep from crying so harshly, you didn't know how late it was untill someone knocked on your door. Waking you from your slumber, rubbing a eye with one of your hands, "mmh.. what time is it?" You muttered to yourself before sitting up and getting off the bed, you walked over to the door. Reaching out for the door knob, you unlocked it. And twisted the knob, opening it. It was Mansk "holy shit. You okay?" He asked as he saw you. Your hair was disheveled as your eyes where red and puffy, with your eyelashes sticking together. "Just peachy. What do you want Mansk?" You asked, your voice didn't seem to be as happy or excited anymore. And your eyes, they looked so sad, as your lips where pulled into a soft frown. "Oh, well- its time for dinner. And I didn't see you with Z-Dog, so I assumed you where in your room again." You only hummed in response before looking down "I.. I'm not hungry, so don't worry about me." You spoke, but before you gave him the chance to speak. You closed the door, and locked it again.

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     Its been two weeks now, since you've been avoiding her every time she'd try to confront you, you slipped away. Even had Mansk let you know when she was around or nearby. But this time? Yeah no he wasn't there. ...great. and so you hid away in your office, filling some paper work with your head down. Absorbing yourself in work to the point you didn't notice the knock at the door. She cleared her throat, which made you stop. Leaning back in your chair, you hoped to god it wasn't her.. anyone but her. "Kitty? Why have you been avoiding me?" Your heart dropped, it was her. Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck... you're screwed, so. Fucking. Screwed. "..." you turned your head away from her, not wanting to look at her face. "Please leave.." your voice was shaking, as tears started to prick your eyes. She ducked under and into the doorway as she walked into your office. She walked behind you and placed her hands on either side of your desk. Caging you between the desk and her "tell me.. why have you been avoiding me doll?" She spoke right in your ear as she inched closer, her tail brushing up against your leg "I.. why.." she tilted her head in confusion "why what?" You sniffled softly "if you like him.. why do you spoil me? And flirt with me?" You muttered "baby.. its nothing like that." She spoke, those nicknames.. the same ones you'd always get so flustered over, glancing over at her big arms.. fuck, why was she so hot? Seeong her muscles flex as she edjusted her position, "then why did you kiss me? Did that not mean anything?.. d-did it not mean anything?" She pulled away "no, it did. Why are you bringing this up?-" "Because you fucked him!! That's why. Thats why I'm fucking, bringing it up!" You snapped. Slamming the flats of your palms against the wood in anger, before pulling away. Hot tears ran down your cheeks "oh kitty.." she murmured, "don't 'oh kitty' me. Just fucking leave." She didn't buge "LEAVE DAMNIT!!" you screamed at her, huffing quietly as she pulled away and walked away from your office ducking under the doorway before leaving. Once you where alone. More tears ran down your face before falling off your face

And that was a week ago.. you where in your avatar body, elbows deep in a truck. Oil and sweat covered your arms "fuckin' hell.. if this doesn't work. I'm gonna brake something." You uttered, you had been working on this damn vehicle for hours. Pulling your arms back. You grabbed a rag and wiped off at leat most of the oil on your arms. "Can't wait to take a cold shower. Fuck its hot" you heard chuckling behind you "yeah but. You look hot when you get a bit dirty." A familiar voice spoke, turning your head. You saw her, you then looked away and tried to act busy "oh. H-Hay, did you need anything?" You spoke as you pulled the hood of the car down. It making a click as it locked into place "kinda busy right now. S-So make it quick" you tried to sound calm. But you where far from it, you had to admit it. You really did miss her presence, "I actually have something for you. To apologize," you turned to face her, seeing her holding something behind her back. It crinkled like plastic. But you thought it was something squishy wrapped in plastic, she then revealed a large bouquet of flowers. Most of them where close or where the color of your favorite color. Damnit she really knew you "and your giving this to me. While I'm all dirtied up?" You scoffed jokingly. Z-Dog chuckled nervously "I also wanna make it up to you, I wanna take you on a date. 8:30 sound good to you?" You sighed softly. Reaching over to take the flowers from her. You had to be honest, they where really.. really pretty, a small smile grazed your lips, "I'll think about it. Meantime you should go, before I change my mind." She seemed a bit nervous but nodded "right! I'll see you at the bridge later." Before walking away,

     You had no idea why you where doing this, as you slipped on that pretty little dress she adored seeing you in.

           What if she was lying? As you styled your hair,

         Moving the lipstick across your lips, and put some mascara on those eyelashes of yours, that always made your eyes look so gentle in soft, and maybe adding a soft blush to your cheeks. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, turning around and leaving the bathroom, and your room. Locking the door, your heels clicked against the cold flooring as you made your way to the area you two would meet. It was 8:32 when you arrived. Just two minutes late, as you saw her tall form linger around the area. Her ears had perked as she turned her head to face you. Her tail suddenly started to twitch and swish from side to side. As ypu approached her. You noticed the blush dusting her cheeks, she leaned down, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. Her touch.. you forgot how it sent a pleasurable shock down your spine, "looking so pretty for me? You shouldn't have." She spoke softly as a smirk crossed her lips. You giggled softly, "so, where to?" She grabbed your hand and gently tugged you with her "thats a surprise. Just follow me." She spoke. You sighed as you playfully rolled your eyes. Following this 9ft tall woman. One that you had fallen oh so hard for..

                   ..you two had approached this room, but Zdinarsk turned to you "close your eyes. Do not peak, or you'll ruin the surprise." With compliance you closed your eyes "and whats so special about this room?" Hearing a door open as you were guided into the room, hearing the door close behind you "you're just gonna have to find out, Princeses" she teased as she gently tugged your arm in a direction as you followed her, feeling her hands on your shoulders gently push down. "Sit." And so you sat down. "Okay, you can open your eyes." You opened them, there where fairy lights hanging around the ceilings, and hung on some of the walls. You where sitting on a blanket, it was a deep crimson color. It was a makeshift picnic, there even was a basket and a bottle of wine in it, you couldn't tell what kind it was. But it was a shade of purple, your lips curved upwards as you noticed other small details. "Did- did you make this?" She chuckled at your response "yeahh.. but I had some help," she turned and walked away to pick up a speaker. Before walking back and sitting down, she then pressed a few buttons on it as romantic music started to play. Moving it near her. She looked back at you.. "do.. you like it?" You giggled softly "of course I do you dork!" Your giggles and laughter always made her heart melt. Especially that smile of yours, it did so meny things to her..

     ..minutes turned to hours as ypu two had drank the whole bottle of wine, you where beyond wasted, while she was just sober. "Hay.. can I say something?"

     "Well, I wanted to ask you somethin' as well cutie, but go ahead. " She teased,

Her head was on your lap, a hand gently rubbing at the skin on her face.. a deep blush had creeper up to your face and ears. Looking away, "actually.. no- I.. I changed my mind." Pulling your hand away as you moved your hands behind you, keeping you up as you looked up at the ceiling, she sat up. Hearing cloth rub against each other other than the faint music in the background was the only noice other than you two talking. She leaned close to you, staring you down with those predatory eyes of hers. "Try me." You scoffed as you looked up at her, her mask hug loosely around her neck. Lifting a hand up, you grabbed it. Raising it up to her mouth, making her take a breath. She then moved one of her hands over yours "no way. You'll.. make fun of me," grabbing your hand, she pulled it away, the mask falling back down. "No I won't. Promise" she moved closer, her eyes drifting down to your lips before looking back up at you.

"I.." you swallowed..

          "I uhm.." the words where hard to find.

            "I'M INLOVE WITH YOU!"

you yelled out as you closed your eyes tightly, you where afraid that she wouldn't except your confession.. that she'd be grossed out, or laugh at you.. tears pricking your eyes as she didn't respond. Untill.. you feel two of her fingers hook under your chin and pull you into a soft kiss. Her other hand snaking around your waist before pulling you onto her lap. Once she pulled away, you opened your eyes to look up at her. "I like you too.. my little princess" she teases as she leand down to press a kiss at your exposed neck. Hands roaming your sides, unexpectedly.. tears ran down your face, she pulled away as she heard you sniffling, tensing up as a worried expression covered her face, "whats wrong? Did I say something wrong?" You shook your head before leaping up and latching your arms around her neck "h-happy tears" was all you said before a chuckle came from her. Her chest rumbled against yours, "your so cute.." she whispered in your ear, as you felt her hands grab at your ass

..As the next day rolled around, nearly all of the recoms knew you and Z-Dog where a thing, and usually you wouldn't say anything to them if they just stared. But.. Lyle had to cat call you. JUST HAD TO. After calling him a perverted asshole. And a ugly ass 40 year old, you went to your girlfriend and told her what he did.. and let's say Lyle had more than just a black eye that day..

[amugoffandoms]

DAY FOUR GUYS of milgramtober i'm crazy im crazy i'm CRAZ

Yuno sits alone on her bed, alone.

...She's angry.

She's seconds away from tearing her pillow to shreds right then and there. She's not planning on it, though. She doesn't want someone to check in on her and question if she's okay.

Why does everyone want to think that she's some innocent, naive little girl?

She's not at all like that. Why can't anyone understand that?

She should've known. Even if Es was able to see her subconscious thoughts or whatever, they'd still see her as some poor girl who needs saving.

She's not some princess who needs to be fucking saved. She doesn't need to find out what love is.

So, why can she hear it? She can hear every single voice pitying her.

"Can't they just shut up?" Yuno hisses under her breath.

Acting like she's always been INNOCENT, it was pushing her to her limits.

And, luckily for her, after Es' verdicts, everything changed. Everyone started to act like they were better than others just because their verdicts were different and made their own judgments.

Isn't that amazing.

The place she thought would give her more warmth gave her the complete opposite. Everything is cold now and she fucking despises it.

Why couldn't everyone just let go of their judgments? Wouldn't it be so much better for them to be more easygoing about it?

That's exactly how she was before this, before she was forced to step away from the prison full of judgments and keep to herself.

Exhaling, she places her pillow back at the head of her bed and leans against the wall, trying to hear anyone.

Haruka is gone now, with Muu. It's annoying to hear Haruka agree to practically everything Muu says and act like they're better, or whatever.

They're all murderers. They're all in MILGRAM because they murdered. So, why are they acting like they're better than people who were not forgiven?

So, now she's trying to hear if Fuuta is awake. He actually makes good company when they both just want to be quiet and have a calm conversation. She can be herself for once.

She can be more than the poor innocent girl everyone views her as.

Hearing no faint pacing, Yuno sighs.

Fuuta must be with Shidou, making sure his injuries are healing properly. That's usually what he's doing now anyways.

Well, that's it. She's basically stranded in her cell with her thoughts and the voices.

Isn't that great.

Yuno's clearly pitiful! Look at her, she's just a high school student!

She must have a reason. There's no way she would have done this without one.

Oh... she must have done this because of her past...

"...can't you all just shut up?" Yuno mutters, knowing the voices won't hear her.

She's tried everything for them to leave. They never do.

She hates how they keep worthlessly assuming things about her.

They're the ones digging and discussing and acting like she's someone more pitiable than she is. If they can't find something pitiful, then that's that!

Stop trying to create an acceptable version of her. If you can't forgive her without a reason, then don't!

Forgive and not forgive, it's all pretend anyways. So, it doesn't matter anyway.

Because of everything, I'll forgive her.

With that last voice, her arguments are torn up once more and she's left being pitied by voices she doesn't want.