#idk but I adore them so dearly

[trash-can-sam]

Artemy should not have agreed when Andrey asked if he wanted a drink- horrible mistake rly.

[soupdreamer]

tao x elle (explodes)

[songmingisthighs]

My, My, Mine

group : ateez

pairing : jealous, dom!san × reader

genre : smut, pwp, requested

wc : 3.6 k

warning : mdni, possessive!san, mentions of patriarchal upbringing, san trying to exert his dominance in the relationship, san calling mc basically slutty or a hoe but not in those words, drunken sex (so maybe kinda dubcon-ish ??? is it ??), explicit sex (bondage, denied orgasm, sadism ?? idk man, san being a meanie, mc being whiny despite g0rl power, slight dacryphilia ?? big man likes whiny crybabies, multiple orgasm, degradation, filming while having sex (you've been warned), creampie, and more idk i can't list all of them but if you think i should list more as like warning, please lmk !)

a/n : idt i've written any san smut (other than the debauchery that was ignominy) so I'm excited for this request ! i had this in my wip for quite a while and I'm FINALLY finishing it !!!

a/a/n : sorry this took a while, I had to get in the right mood for this lmaooooo hope you enjoy it !

a/a/a/n : ALSO HAPPY SANI DAY !!!

buy me coffee ?

It hadn't been that long since you and San started dating and it was quite the adjustment.

On one hand, you loved him dearly, he and all of his adorable quirks. But San, as he was raised quite conservatively by a strong, patriarchal figure, had managed to show some of the traits. Sure, you could get used to having things paid for you despite it making you feel like a burden, but having to argue with San in public when he insisted that he should be the one carrying all of your things or even waiting for you at your office's lobby when he's available so he'd be able to accompany you home was not something you like. So you both adjusted. Or tried to.

You didn't realize the extent of his views until you went to a girls' night.

During the whole time, San kept texting you about your whereabouts, reminding you not to drink too much. You'd answer once or twice but for every answer you gave, he sent five more texts and it was getting rather annoying. You realized he meant well but the way he was doing it was making it seem like he thought you were an incapable idiot who was going to need him, your knight in shining armour, to rescue you from the bad bad men of this world. You had gone through life just fine without him before and you were not some dumbass.

The realization that the alcohol in your system was stirring your emotions should have been enough to get you to sober up especially knowing that San was staying over to take care of you (a compromise you begrudgingly accepted). But your friends were egging you on and you knew that you didn't want to face San without some liquid courage. It was high time you took him down a peg. Or peg him down. Whichever comes first.

"Honey, I'm home," you slurred, giggling when you got through your front door and started taking off your shoes.

There were shuffles and soon San's voice rang through your ears. "Baby! I missed you! Where-" the words died in San's mouth when he saw the state you were in, or more specifically, the clothes you were wearing. "What the hell?" he asked, standing at a distance looking at you with disbelief in his eyes that you couldn't notice because you were too intoxicated to be aware of your surroundings. "Sannie," You giggled, stumbling to your boyfriend after you shrugged off your coat to the floor to ask for a hug. San still accepted your hug but he was oddly quiet, his eyes hard, and his fists were balled around your waist.

"I'm home now, Sannie!" you were still giggling as you started peppering San's face with kisses. It was then that San smelled the heavy alcohol in your breath which made him cringe and push you back slightly, "What in God's name have you been doing?" Then his eyes travelled down to your clothes, "And what is with this outfit?"

You immediately recognized the tone that he was using on you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, "I told you I was going to a girls' night at the club and obviously this outfit is amazing because the bartender gave me 2 free shots!" you excitedly said. San reeled back and crossed his arms on his chest, "You mean to tell me you flirted for free drinks?" it took you a moment to answer but you shook your head, "Didn't have to flirt, he saw me in this outfit and he just showed his appreciation. It was no big deal," you shrugged and you tried pushing past him but he easily stopped you by blocking your path. "(y/n), I have to tell you I'm not comfortable with this. It kind of seems like you were selling your dignity so cheaply. As your boyfriend-" "Whoah, go back to you accusing me of being a hoe," you cut him off. San's eyebrows furrowed and he immediately defended himself, "I didn't call you a hoe, I'm just stating that I am not okay with my girlfriend wearing something so short, skimpy, and revealing just so she wouldn't have to pay for her drinks!" he stated.

Truthfully, San didn't have much problem with how you dress. He actually thought that you looked absolutely hot. Hell, he bought you the damn dress when he thought that you were going to wear it when you go out with him. He trusted you completely but what he couldn't trust were the rest 99% of the population who might do something bad to you when you're intoxicated in clothes that for lack of a better word, provided a lot of access. Something bad like what he wanted to do to you when he first saw that dress which was to rip your panties in two, fuck you in the dressing room, stuff you full of cum, and make you keep them safe until you both went home so he can eat the cum out of you.

Had you been sober, you could've agreed with the part about your dress being short, skimpy, and revealing because you had spent the better part of the night trying to not bend down and making sure that when you were dancing, you were shielded by your girlfriends. But the implication still didn't sit right with you and the fact that San was using the boyfriend card ticked you off.

"You're my boyfriend San, not my owner or my master. I'm still my own person and had I flashed a tit or two to get free shit, I should be able to! I get to decide what I get and what I don't get," you huffed and tried pushing past him.

Your steps halted when San shot his hand out and placed it on your chest, his fingers rigid on your collarbones and when you looked into his eyes, there was a glint of darkness and lust that made you shudder.

"Is that how it is, little Miss Independent? You really think you're in charge of whatever you get, big girl?" he smirked, voice lowering down and it was then did you realize, even through your drunken haze, that you were fucked. Or going to be. Hard.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

All hopes of your friend borrowing your dress were shattered and you had to break the news to her because right now, that dress was being used to tie your hands together behind your back while San had you on top of him, connecting his face with your pussy as he did his best to draw your third orgasm.

"Aww look at you," San chuckled darkly against your pussy, "Big girl can't handle two orgasms in a row?" The spank he delivered on your ass made your knees slip and allowed your whole weight to fall on San who happily accepted being suffocated by your sweet cunt. "S-San," you whimpered, trying to relieve the overstimulation by lifting your hips only to receive a guttural growl from below as his strong arms snaked around your thighs to ensure that you wouldn't be able to escape him. "San, please stop, it's too much" you whimpered while still trying to get out of his grip. Your senses had returned after the first orgasm when San managed to flush the alcohol out of you somehow only for it to be thrown back into a haze when he was working on your second.

Tired of your whining, San flipped you both over and allowed you a moment to breathe. Although it was hard what with the way your cunt was still throbbing and your heart still beating wildly in your chest. Despite his annoyance, San found your sprawled figure to be very delectable what with your flushed and warm skin, rising chest, and pussy glistening with sweat, spit, and arousal, making it seem like it was inviting him in again.

San grabbed your legs and pried them open, allowing him to glare at your pulsing entrance with eyes clouded in desire. "I thought big, independent girls wouldn't have to whine and beg like needy little bitches? Where's the confidence you used to get free drinks from cheap losers?" you somehow managed to lift your head to look at San who had his eyes now locked on yours as he leaned down close to your aching core, "Where's the confidence you used to allow people to think you're not spoken for?" Your back was arched and your jaw unhinged when San licked a fat, long stripe from your peritoneum up to your clit at an agonizingly slow speed. It was as if he wanted you to feel every single bit of movement he made that effectively drove your mind into overdrive. You felt your legs start to shake when he plunged three fingers into your leaking hole after spitting on your cunt, hitting your sensitive clit that he used as a bullseye.

The smug look on his face as he watch you writhe from overstimulation shouldn't turn you on so much but the way you physically reacted betrayed you completely as it chased for more of San, whatever he was willing to give you.

"You're a jerk," you whimpered through teary eyes. Though your voice was getting hoarse from the night out which was followed by him overstimulating you to high heavens, San could hear you loud and clear. "I thought you like getting attention?" San scoffed, pausing to him slapping you harshly on your cunt which caused your body to jolt at the impact, "That's why you were dressed like that, right? I'm just being a supportive boyfriend and helping you practice." The insinuation pissed you off and despite your struggling, you tried to get yourself up and away from him (and failing rather miserably), "I dressed like that for myself you possessive jerk," "Oh, so the lack of panties was what, for health?" When you couldn't answer him, he knew he got you dead on and being proud of himself, he smirked and pulled himself off of you and the bed. The sudden void he left caused you to almost whine out loud, brain forgetting that you were somewhat mad at him.

San came back to the bed completely naked and holding your phone. Immediately, he positioned you flat on your back and his thick thighs pushed onto your own firmly so you were basically folded. Your breath hitched when you felt his cock resting against your sensitive cunt a bit too casually. The skin-on-skin contact allowed you to feel how hot it felt and the way it pleasured you when it rubbed against you every time San made even the slightest movement. "You can say whatever you want and I'll do whatever I want. Seems fair, doesn't it?" Your heart beat quicker and harder in your chest simply from the way he hinted at his plan. "What are you going to do?" You asked, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. San only raised a cocky eyebrow, not even bothering to answer you properly and just simply tapping away on your phone. You had even considered that he might have contacted one of your friends or worse, call them before he fucked you.

But San didn't give you enough time to overthink because, in a moment's time, San flipped your phone sideways, pressed a button, and started pushing inside you. Your eyes watered again from the stretch and even though you were well-lubricated thanks to San's torture on your cunt earlier and also his spit, his size didn't make things easier for you. His cock glided smoothly but your muscles tensed up from the sudden intrusion, slowing his pace a bit and restricting him from being too rough. "Look at Miss Independence breaking down over her boyfriend's cock like a common whore," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way you whimpered his name and your body arching in pleasure at the feeling of him, "Come on baby, show the camera how you're in charge of everything you get or don't get," he mocked. You were sure that your tears were not just from being overstimulated but also from the humiliation. You were a proud woman who could confidently say that you have never let a man use you even if he tried. But there you were on your back, hands tied, and mind fuzzy, hyper-aware of the way your body just submitted to San's every whim, betraying your better judgment that was still screaming for you to push him off and make him get a taste of his own medicine. But of course, your body was as stubborn as your mind as it refused to go against San.

"San, put away the camera," you whined, turning away from the camera only to have San grab your cheeks in one free hand and force you to look back at him. "Why should I? If you want me to stop, then do it yourself. Take the camera away from me," he smirked as he adjusted his knees so he could start rolling his hips into yours, creating a steady rhythm.

From the screen, he could see the way you glared at him as his words, knowing full well that although he had challenged you to do something you could absolutely not do anything due to the fact that your hands were bound behind your back. Had it been any other circumstance, San would tell you how turned on he was with you at that moment. The way tears made your eyes seem like they were glittering, the way your cheeks were puffed and flushed from frustration, and the way your body was opened up for him to use. The fire between you two was one of the things that San loved.

"Come on, (y/n), show the camera what you can do," he egged, thrusting harshly into you which elicited a high-pitched squeal from your lips. "Fuck you," you whimpered but you did as he told as you began fucking yourself back and instead of matching his pace, you fucked yourself on his cock quicker, convincing yourself that it was, in a way, you taking charge over him. Though, the satisfied look on San's face, paired with the way he licked his bottom lip as he pointed the camera to where you two were connected, proved you otherwise. "I can get fucked if I want to, I control what I get," you stated albeit slightly unconvincingly as your quivering bottom lip served as a dead giveaway. "Of course you do," San cooed mockingly before his free hand dropped to between your legs to spread your pussy lips apart, allowing the camera to capture the way your cunt was swallowing him so greedily.

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he saw your cunt pulsing and his head was running wild with filthy ideas. "Baby, I wanna breed you so bad so people would know who you belong to," Your breath hitched when his handsome face contorted into a chesire-like grin and your so-called control was stolen as quickly as you got it. "You're not gonna do shit to me San, I mean it," at this point, your defiance was more like a facade because you wanted what he was offering but your pride wanted to twist it around. San moved his hips quickly, greedily taking all of the pleasure he could get out of you. "Fuck, my big girl is gonna get creamed," he chuckled darkly, fucking you as he tried to keep the camera still to capture everything, particularly the way your cunt leaked so much arousal that his own crotch was wet with the transferred slick.

Your body was being used so well that your limbs (the free ones at least, which were your legs) were flailing about slightly. "Stupid little baby wants to have control when she can't even control her legs, she's fucked so stupid," he teased as you whined in protest, wanting to prove him wrong. So despite the weakness in your legs from the ministrations, you shifted your body around so that you were on your side and your legs were crossed over the other. The new position trapped San's cock inside you and the sensation of his cock being trapped halted his movements mid-way and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as a guttural groan echoed in your ears. You took his response as a mini triumph. "Fuck, you got tighter," he shuddered, body shaking as he took a shaky breath, "Were you trying to snap my dick off?" You feigned innocence as you began rocking your hips again, "Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe if I snap your dick off it'll become mine," you smirked. "You conniving slut."

No longer caring about the camera, San tossed your phone to the side and started pounding into you in a pace that was animalistic. "F-fuck- Aah! San!" you squealed when he planted his left foot firmly on the bed and pounded harder as if he was trying to destroy your insides.

"Say you won't go out dressed like that again," he demanded, face planted on your chest as his abuse of your cunt continued. He began nipping, kissing, biting, and licking all over the skin of your breast and it almost succeeded in clouding your mind into absolute submission due to pleasure. But you managed to firmly shook your head, "I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, I'll do whatever I want!" you answered between harsh pants and heavy breathing.

You heard San click his tongue before he ripped himself off of you in a flash, leaving you on the edge of orgasm and cold. "What the fuck!?" you whined, instinctively trying to get up to chase after San but your bound hands prevented you from moving easily.

San tilted his head and mockingly pouted, "If you can do whatever you want then so can I, baby." Your eyes zeroed in on his hand that jacked his hard, leaking cock and you knew well enough that it wouldn't take him much to cum at that point. Despite his treatment towards you, you wanted his cum, you wanted his cum inside you. "San, you get back here and fuck me!" you scream-whined, desperate to find release.

Hearing your demand, San went back onto the bed and got closer to you. For a moment, you thought San was going back to fucking you but he simply slapped his cock on your face, taunting you. "You want me to fuck you now? I thought you were in charge of yourself," he smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock on your skin, leaving a trail of precum mixed with what was left of your arousal. You held yourself back from using your mouth to chase his cock but your sexual frustration was at its peak and it was at that moment that your resolve broke and you whined. "Sannie, please fuck me, make me cum and then breed me so other guys won't even get close to me, please, please."

That seemed to satisfy San because his next move was to finally release your hands from the hold of the makeshift handcuffs and flip you over so you were on top of him. The pooling slick allowed him to slip inside you rather easily and once he was buried inside, you let out a gasp. "Ride me," San demanded, eyes fixated on you and hands on your hips firmly. San's words barely concluded before you started fucking yourself on his cock, letting out all the frustration both sexual and emotional from the whole bullshit. You anchored yourself on San's broad chest and used him to chase your own release.

"Yeah baby, do it, fuck yourself on me. Use my cock like the big girl that you are," San goaded, smirking and panting from the feeling of your cunt hugging his cock so tightly. "T-told you I'm i-in charge," you panted, throwing your head back as the pleasure ran through your body like electric shocks, making you tingly all over. "Sure you are, baby," San groaned when he felt his release coming.

With one swift swivel of your hips, your body tensed, legs clamped and your orgasm broke like a wave crashing. "Fuck!" you squealed, a couple of tears fell down your face as your body fell backwards without detaching your core from San. Seeing you in your own state of ecstasy, San sat up and shuffled around so he could have his chance chasing his high with you. You were in such a state of blissful release and satisfaction that when San started to overstimulate you once again with his cock, all you could do was groan and turn, trying to get away from him half-heartedly. "I'm cumming inside you, okay? I'm gonna paint you with my seed," San panted into your ear as his lips nipped at the skin, causing the area to tingle and you to whimper as you nodded weakly.

It didn't take long for San to cum inside you, fulfilling his previous promise. He let out a low, breathy moan that got your cunt clenching as he rode his release, making sure that his cum was not wasted and was kept inside you.

Neither of you spoke as you tried catching your breaths, still trying to cool down from the rigorous activity and for you specifically, your mind too far gone to recover so quickly. San momentarily peeked at the edge of the bed, particularly at your ruined dress and couldn't help but smirk, thinking that at least he had one problem done.

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[indecisivemuch]

hii first of all luv the username cause as a libra rising, samedt ;-; i'd like to make a request for a luke x f!reader fic pls!! um, so they're best friends, and luke decides to confess to r by giving her gifts, letters, trinkets, etc. with hints about his identity, but she doesn't know who they're from. so she asks for luke's help to find out about the identity of her secret admirer. but what if there's like a mistaken identity and she thinks it's someone from the hermes cabin (maybe chris? or one of the stoll brothers idk) and luke's just all pouty but nonchalant or something, but deep down he's like 'how do i even make her see' or something (while also second guessing that maybe he shouldn't confess it's him) like fluff with tiny angst :>

Message in a Bottle

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: You got a secret admirer and recruited Luke to help you find out who they are...ignoring the most obvious option (Fluff, angst, best friends to lovers, happy ending)

Note: I'm so sorry for the six month hiatus. It wasn't by choice, I swear 😭. So many bad things kept happening that prevented me from writing (is this the writers curse people kept talking about?). Also, the request wanted only a sprinkle of angst, but I kinda got out of hand with it I think 😭 (sorry).

Word count: 4.4k (whoops)

You’ve always thought that too much of something is bad. Yet, ever since the day your life intertwined with Luke Castellan’s, you weren’t very sure about that anymore. 

The two of you arrived at camp around the same time, entering a friendship that felt like hitting the jackpot. Your early days together were something that you both treasured dearly. Every time you thought a certain time period would someday be reminisced as the golden days of your friendships, new things would come, and top it off. 

However, golden skies were soon evaded by clouds of pink hues. You found yourself noticing and appreciating small details you haven’t noticed before about your best friend. Initially, you acknowledged the growing feeling but decided that they better remain as footnotes in chapters of your life. However, fate’s design was different to your plans, because two years later, here you were: you looked at him almost in the same way a fool would look at the world with rose-colored glasses (but then again, maybe it was because you have learned to embrace and adore his flaws).

“Luke!”

The Hermes cabin counselor snapped his head towards the sound of your voice, eyes straying from his duty of the hour. A smile began forming on his face as you came to view, almost like he has always been programmed to do so. There was a certain spring in your steps. Moments like these made Luke feel like he was a minimalist because your happiness was somehow enough to guarantee his own. 

You situated yourself next to Luke on the ground, not minding the dirt.

“Hey now, I’m meant to be watching these kids train, don’t come over and distract me,” the Hermes cabin counselor warned, though he didn’t move his eyes away from you. He simply couldn’t.

Everything about you served as a distraction to him. From the soft smirk gracing your lips to the innocent tilting of your head. Every little detail about you was captivating and was equally capable of drawing his attention away from wherever it was meant to be. 

In fact, his attention issue around you was getting rather shameless because his friends have begun picking up on it and started teasing him for it. Personally, Luke doesn’t think it was his fault. His eyes just happen to draw to you in every room like second nature, while his mind short-circuited every time you were near. 

Maybe, and just maybe being rational and able to function properly has stopped being his forte…at least whenever you were around.

Your eyes moved to the group of kids that were only going to be at camp for the summer. From the looks of it, Luke has just assigned them to practice sword fighting in pairs. You then glanced back at your best friend, discreetly drinking in the sight of him. 

No doubt he did his fair share of demonstration before letting these kids go off on their own, because right now, his face was slightly flushed, veins evident on his forearm while the familiar orange shirt clung onto his body with glistening sweat.

You shook away the non-platonic thoughts and teased him, “Oh, come on, you wouldn’t pass up on talking to me. You adore me too much.” 

Damn right, he does. Luke could feel his cheeks heat up again.

“Fine. What are you here for, firecracker?”

“I got another gift,” you informed, presenting the bracelet in your hand. 

For the past month, you have been receiving small letters and gifts. This time it was a handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors, as well as charms that represented some of your hobbies and favorite things. It was clear that your anonymous admirer had put a lot of thought into such a small item. However, as always, there were no identities attached to it, leaving you clueless about the person behind these gestures.

Luke took your hand in his, eying the accessory that perfectly fitted your wrist. He started toying with the beads around your wrist that were shining in your favorite color.

The boy’s gaze flicked from the object to you, catching your soft and warm look. Gods, if you kept looking at him like that, he might just actually stop thinking logically. He could practically feel a confession lingering behind his lips, threatening to spew the second his ropes of restraint died.

“Anyway, I came here with an idea,” you broke the silence. “What if I try to find out who this person is? I mean, some of these gifts are quite specific. They seem to know my favorite color, flowers, and things I like. Surely, it wouldn’t be that hard to narrow it down and figure it out?”

Something shifted in your best friend’s behavior and you could feel it. There was a slight flustering look on Luke’s face as he avoided eye contact with you. It was rather strange to see the Hermes cabin counselor so fidgety. Luke has always been confident and composed, and you’d often be the one to humble down his playful cocky remarks. Half-way through looking at his behavior, you began speaking:

“You…”

Luke could feel the blood draining from his face at your facial expression, his face paling despite how flushed he was seconds ago from demonstrating sword fighting. The boy tried to regain his composure, though his attempt at seeming nonchalant failed as you touched his arm. Did you—

“You can be my inside man, talk to these guys to see if they’d slip up or something like that.” 

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” Luke hastily replied, clearing his throat.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that come across as a suggestion? I hate to break it to you but being best friends means you sorta have to participate in my schemes,” your lips curled as Luke grunted at your words. 

“Yeah, but—”

“Luke, please…it’ll be fun,” he almost scoffed at your words and unconvincing argument. Clearly, the two of you had different definitions of fun. Just as he opened his mouth to reject your idea again, his eyes caught yours. You were looking at him in such an eager and heart-warming gaze that it made him forget what he was intending to say.

Ah, there was no denying anymore. Being rational and able to function properly has truly stopped being his forte.

“Fine,” Luke uttered, the word pricking his tongue as regret started kicking in as he accepted being your accomplice. This decision could only come back to bite him in the ass. He watched as you quickly celebrated his lack of restraint.

“Ah, you gave in quite quickly,” you jabbed.

“Shut up.”

Oh, you were going to be the death of him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two days have passed since you got Luke to agree to help you find your secret admirer. Though, the boy must say, the last forty eight hours have been slightly comedic for him, watching you trying to track down your secret admirer…

While the real sender of those gifts was right beside you, nodding along to your every word. 

Luke’s mind trailed to the origin of this “secret admirer” idea. He started it as a way to abate the urge of straight-up blurting out how love-struck he was with his own best friend, while also testing out the waters before finally confessing his feelings for you. 

Though it was slightly amusing how the idea led him to where he was right at that moment. The Hermes cabin counselor zoned out as he pretended to speak to another boy you thought was behind those sweet gifts and letters. 

Luke used to have those feelings under rein, but self-repression only caused it to grow exponentially. Initially, the Hermes cabin counselor dismissed those beyond friendly thoughts, thinking they would eventually fizzle away. However, against his predictions, this fondness towards you became a sort of companion to him for three long years. 

Not only that, years of excessively burying these feelings six feet underground also came back to bite him in the ass because instead of having his feelings under control, they now have the upper hand. 

Sometimes he felt like a puppet, while his feelings plucked the strings. His facial expressions were forever cursed to be sculpted in raw yearning whenever around you, having no choice over how he reacts to everything related to you.

But it didn’t matter, because he was going to finally confess soon.

Luke almost burst out laughing at the way you were standing in anticipation, waiting for his intel on the most recent candidate. It was entertaining, to say the least, pretending to engage in investigative conversation before heading back to you, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. 

However, it didn’t take long before the Hermes cabin counselor started feeling sour.

Just as he made it back to your side, he watched as you started talking again, already discussing the next guy you thought might have done these things that Luke himself came up with. He eyed your in sync footsteps with a heavy heart. Despite the matching movement, he somehow still felt eternally behind. Luke was so close, yet so far away, and never quite able to grasp onto your ever moving attention. 

Did you not consider him as an option at all? Did you truly not see him as anything other than a good friend? It started stinging him knowing you were considering all these other guys as potential candidates — the faces that now haunt him in his sleep, poisoning his mind with an acidic jealousy that was eating away his common senses and fueling immoral thoughts. 

Soon enough, that same jealousy seared his mind with this overwhelming self-doubt. Luke’s foot started feeling cold at the thought of confessing. Gods, he never thought the same security behind anonymity would now make him feel desperate to be seen by you. 

“Maybe I should give up,” you concluded, mindlessly staring ahead. Your attention elsewhere gave Clarisse and Chris an opportunity to send each other knowing looks. The two have been watching you run around in circles on a goose hunt, not knowing to look right behind at the sulking figure that was trailing after you. 

Your distracted state also meant you didn’t notice the moping human situated beside you. However, hearing your declaration of ending your chase, Luke saw a window of opportunity. Maybe now was finally the time to be truthful. After all, if he doesn’t tell you, then how will you know and see him? Luke’s momentary motivation carried him through waves of dejection.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” Luke blurted out without much more thought or preparation, and his tone made you fully turn to him. Just as words finally formed and the boy opened his mouth to tell you—

“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you privately?” Somebody interrupted. Your eyes didn’t leave Luke immediately, but when you saw your best friend’s momentum had faltered, you turned to the stranger. It was another Hermes boy, somebody who you’ve seen around. You politely agreed and left with him. 

“So, I heard you’ve been looking for the person who’s been giving you anonymous gifts. And well, it’s your lucky day, 'cause…” the boy stared you up and down while you subconsciously took a small step back when he leaned forward. “...I’ve decided to come forward and reveal myself.”

“Okay…well, prove it” you squinted. Though your skepticism didn’t make the Hermes boy in front of you falter. Clearly, he expected this.

“The first thing you were given was a note, and…the two most recent gifts were a cassette tape and a bracelet — which was made from beads of your favorite color and charms like…” you zoned out as the boy started listing out some of your favorite activities that were indeed the charms on your bracelet. You fiddled with the bracelet that you had purposefully hidden out of his view right behind your back.

There was a pinch in your heart that signaled the last bit of hope dying. 

Oh…so Luke really wasn’t your secret admirer.

You internally scoffed at yourself. You should have known right after he said yes to helping you out with finding your secret admirer — which was originally an idea used as bait to determine if Luke was the sender or not, because if it was really him then he wouldn’t have agreed to help you out with this. However, not only did your best friend agree without much convincing from you, but he had seemed so nonchalant and unaffected as you named all these boys you wanted him to talk to. 

Perhaps this secret admirer thing was something good. Somebody has shown interest and their actions have been nothing but sweet. Those letters contained words that were eternally bound to your memories, even altering the way you view yourself for the better. Maybe you could get to know this person and move on from hopelessly crushing on your best friend.  

Halfway through, you realize you were so engulfed in your thoughts that you have zoned out to half of the things the Hermes boy was saying, and merely caught onto the last bit of his speech:

“...thinking maybe we could go on a date and get to know each other more tonight?”

Your stomach churned again, yet you nodded your head.

Move on. Move on. Move on. Move on. 

Your friends gave you questioning looks when you got back to where they were, clearly curious about what you were pulled away for.

“So…that was my secret admirer, and I’m going on a date with him tonight,” you hoped you sounded more enthusiastic than you were feeling. You tried convincing yourself at least it was good knowing definitely how your best friend actually felt about you. Quickly sitting down, you kept your eyes on Clarisse, knowing if you even looked over at Luke, he’d be able to tell straight away that something was wrong.

Your lack of focus also meant you didn’t think much of the quiet murmur from your best friend: “Sorry, I just remember I need to do something.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. It was now the afternoon and you just finished getting ready for your date. As you were leaving, you spotted a note at the foot of your cabin. Seeing your name written on the paper, you picked it up while eying it peculiarly.

“You could be the one that I love, 

I could be the one that you dream of,

Message in a bottle is all I can do, 

Standing here hoping it gets to you.”

Your gut feeling stirred, hitting you with waves of higher certainty over suspicions you have previously had and denied.

Those lyrics were directly associated with a memory from summer two years ago. 

Luke and you were sitting by the campfire when he asked what your favorite song was. You told him the name and mentioned you hadn’t listened to it in a while because using technology devices with signals were dangerous for Demigods. The conversation slipped your mind but clearly loitered in your best friend’s mind, because two months later while on your way back to camp from your quest together, he gifted you a tape player along with a cassette of said song along with others that you liked.

You blinked away the image of you leaning on Luke’s shoulder while the two of you listened to the song together on the train back to camp.

You re-read the note again while shaking your head. Perhaps it was a coincidence. Perhaps, that Hermes boy knew the song and it was also one of his favorites. Perhaps—

Your hand started trembling around the paper. Your eyes landed on one small detail in the note: a particular handwriting choice. The rest of it matched with previous notes, but there was one singular scribbling feature you’ve never seen used before. 

Everything came crashing down and your internal eternal cycle of excuses and denial shattered.

You ran. It didn’t matter that it was raining and your attire was getting soaked. It didn’t matter at all because you were frustrated and confused. In other instances, you would have been elated at the possibility of mutual affection, but in that moment, exasperation blinded you from sensibility. 

If what you have concluded was true, then why on Earth would he allow you to go on a date with a person who stole credit for things they didn’t do? This whole time, he made you feel like a fool — for waiting that long and having hope after all that time; for asking the person you were looking for to hunt them down with you; for sulking despite having what you thought was a good opportunity to come along; for borderline going on a date with an imposter; and for not seeing it all along that it was him. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” you called out.

Despite the rain, you could see your best friend’s figure stiffened before turning around to face you. The boy stood with his hands behind his back, not yet daring to look at you. 

“The “th”. You connected the cross in the ‘t’ directly to the ‘h’,” you presented the note in your hand, pointing specifically at the slip up that Luke had made in the latest note, not caring of the raindrops that were hitting the paper. “It’s how I write it, and you started writing it the same way a year after we got to know each other because you liked the way it looked,” you pressed further.

The expression on Luke’s face painted your theory into the truth of the situation. You felt your hand slightly shaking at the revelation.

“Why? You left anonymous gifts and notes and watched me put on this hunt — which by the way, was for you. And didn’t even say anything when a guy lied and said he was my secret admirer? Is this one big cruel prank?”

“No—”

“Oh! Well then, surely at one point in this whole thing, you felt like you should just tell me?” 

“I was going to.”

“Then where were you when I was just about to head out with that fraud? Maybe if you really liked me and really cared for me, like all those damn notes say, you would have fought for m—”

“I did,” Luke finally raised his voice, his face briefly hardened in an attempt to convey his desperation. His chest heaved, and the way it did almost made you think the anger radiating off every inch of his skin right then was directed towards you. But it wasn’t, and he knew you knew. 

“I confronted him right after he claimed that he was the one who gave you all those things.” 

Invisible ivies rooted your foot to the ground. You gulped, trying to digest the information you were given. However, it finally sunk in when Luke’s hands appeared from behind his back. It was then that you could see the bandage wrapped around his knuckles. Your breath hiccuped in both flattery and worry at the implication of what he had done. The darkness behind those deep hazel-brown orbs reflected a certain side of your best friend that you hadn’t seen before. Although, part of you felt like you wouldn’t mind it.

It made Luke’s blood boil knowing what he dedicated to you from the bottom of his heart was spoiled by ill intentions. Luke should have known better than to carelessly write all the letters and craft those gifts right on his bunk bed, rather than discreetly. 

Once again, the Hermes cabin counselor was pulled back to memories from an hour ago. The way the other boy shot remarks at Luke’s lack of precautions, boasting his wrong-doings like someone incapable of having a guilty conscience. Luke's jaw tightened as the image of the sly smirk on the other Hermes boy's face flashed in his mind, but a wave of satisfaction ran through him as he recalled how quickly that smirk was wiped away by his own fist.

They might be brothers by a fraction, but blood or not, that boy was dead to Luke the second he tried tricking you.

“And no, I wouldn’t have let you go out with a fraudster. Never,” Luke’s eyes softened. “And in case it’s not implied enough: I like you…a lot. I was going to confess but then this guy came along lying,” Luke could feel that tremor returning once more to his fist. He hated that something he built, from scratch, on the foundation of sincerity was momentarily tainted by the hands of a spineless liar. Not only that, he hated witnessing somebody so dear to him getting deceived in such a tasteless manner.

“I also…didn’t want to get hurt. It was starting to seem like you would ever consider me as more than just a friend with the way you were listing out all these other guys. So for a bit there I was considering just keeping quiet…forever” he confessed, eyes now straying away from you and down to his shoes.

You observed your best friend through a new perspective. So your initial suspicions were true. You had thought it was him because all the things you have received hinted to somebody who knew you so well, and who else at camp but Luke knew this many things about you. But ultimately, another part of you — the proclaimed “logical” side — has hyper-analyzed every split second you two have shared and deemed that Luke has not given any true signs of interest in you beyond as a friend. Thus, you dismissed the thought of Luke being your secret admirer.

You know now to trust your gut feelings more.

“Oh, Luke Castellan, you dumb ass…” you spoke softly underneath your breath, but you knew he heard you perfectly clearly from the way he slightly peered up. Your heart almost shattered at the dejected look on your best friend’s face and the thought of him burying his feelings eternally. You sure as hell would not allow that to be this timeline.

“I’ve liked you ever since the day you went out of your way and gave me that first cassette tape,” the marveled look on Luke’s face over your confession made you continue, “I guess I should have known it was you…cause gift giving has always been your love language.” It seemed like the boy was too stunned and struck frozen. However, his shell-shock state didn’t last long, because soon, your best friend’s gaze reverted back to the way he has always looked at you, only slightly more intense.

Your eyes fluttered at the sight of Luke Castellan in front of you at that moment. You were finally able to see the effect you’ve always had on him. The way his lips hung slightly agape, eyes dilated in such a way you were no longer able to see their usual color anymore, chest slightly heaving despite lack of physical reasons for such a reaction. You almost wanted to hit yourself for being such a fool and not spotting these details sooner. 

“Now, Castellan…you have two options,” you stepped closer to him, leaving an appropriate amount of personal space in between. “You either kiss me or—”

Luke grabbed your wrist with his uninjured hand and pulled you in. The same hand-guided your arms around his neck while also effectively eliminating the remaining distance between you two. 

Without hesitation, he kissed you.

Likewise, you returned the action without a second thought. You frankly didn’t care about the rain that was soaking the both of you. Kissing Luke felt like such a natural act that it felt simply like diving home. The way he held you made you feel like you were a national treasure he was so afraid of losing. Gods, you don’t think you mind doing this ever so often.

Though, there was a certain urgency in the way Luke kissed you, as if afraid you’d either vanish or you’d change your mind. You pressed your lips harder against his, hoping he’d understand you didn’t intend on leaving or having a change of heart.

A grunt escaped his throat as you kissed him harder. Oh, Luke Castellan already knew he was in immense trouble. He knew almost immediately that the concerning number of thoughts he had about you each day would only increase tenfold from this day on. He wondered if you could taste all of his unspoken words. If kissing you felt like this, he might as well sign away his heart, body, and mind to you. In fact, he’d sign anything you put in front of him without even considering the fine prints. 

Luke slowly backed you against a tree, giving you a bit of support to lean against whilst shielding the both of you from the heavy rain. He smiled into the kiss as you hummed at his action, feeling it echo against his lips. His heart tugged, almost leaping out of his chest when your hands made their way to both sides of his face, cupping it intently like holding something yours. Yours. Fuck, he loved the sound of that. 

You were the first to break the kiss. The both of you gasped for air while maintaining eye contact. The close-up view of his intense gaze drove your cheeks rosy. You could not help but admire the way his locks of wet curly hair clung onto his forehead, while raindrops fell from his face, some following the length of his eyelashes before falling — Oh, the way he glanced down at your lips at that second made you feel almost like you had the power to convince him into anything at the moment. 

“You’re my best friend…” he broke the silence.

“Mhm.”

“...but what if I want you to be more than that?”

“I can be both,” Luke’s lips broke out into a smile, and you mirrored his facial expression. He leaned his forehead against yours whilst softly rubbing his thumb soothingly against your waist.

“I’m not against that.” 

As a larger grin broke out on your lips, Luke’s eyes further softened. He realized right there and then that anything you wanted, he would not be against it. A breath of relief quietly escaped beneath Luke’s breath. He could not wait for whatever was in store for the both of you in the future.

Good thing his messages in a bottle did get to you.

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[neuvistar]

idk if you write poly but imagine jing yuan and blade overstimulating you the whole night!!! jing yuan ofc praises you while he makes you cry and calls you oh so teethrotting words, blade on the other hand, degrades the shit out of you and tells jing yuan things like “don’t baby them” and then spanks you or grabs your hair

PROMISE IT WON’T HURT?

— featuring ┊jing yuan x f!reader x blade

— warnings / content warnings ┊not proofread, double penetration, vaginal sex, degradation, a little bit of she/her pronouns, spanking, praise kink, blade being a lil bitch, both have a size kink if u squint, reader implied to be shorter than them in height, dirty talk, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊MHMM OFC I DO <3 i like writing em despite not doing posting it, u are sososo real for this nonnie it’s a great balance too, two hot men wrapped around your finger, TYSM 4 THE REQUEST NONNIE! AAAA THIS IS A BIT RUSHED BUT I HOPE ITS FINE

BLADE AND JING YUAN. where could you even start? first off, it was a pain living with both jing yuan and blade, you can never have a peaceful night. you love them both dearly, yes.. but one was always rougher with you than the other was. jing yuan always treated you like a princess, so it was quite obvious he was always the one you would run to whenever blade was being so so mean to you, one lucky girl you are. you decided it was a good idea to give jing yuan some attitude one evening. he was getting on your nerves, crossing your arms as you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes. oh.. you were adorable. but you knew better than to give him attitude, blade would always get involved too..

jing yuan stares down at you as if you were merely just someone below him, well.. you are gonna be below both him and blade if don’t put a stop to your bratty antics right here and there. “what did i say about giving me attitude, angel? do you never listen?” he asks calmly, the soft smile still lingering on his face. he can't help but smile a little at how adorable you look right now, your arms crossed in protest and your face scrunching up like you're upset. jing yuan was almost tempted to give you exactly what you want, whatever it is. “you’re the one that doesn’t listen to me, jing yuan. don’t give me this!”

jing yuan sighs softly as you whine and cry. your voice is just so cute, and he can't help but want to give you whatever you want just to stop you from being so stubborn. he chuckled, smiling gently at you. his tone and expression softens as he kisses the tip of your nose. he’s just so weak against your whining and crying, such an angel you are.. he can’t resist you. “alright.. fine, my dove. you know you can get whatever you want by whining and acting like that, don't you?" he would whisper softly, pulling your body closer to his chest, a soft smile still lurking on his face as he gazed down at you. “how about this..." a familiar voice adds, making your heart drop as you felt something.. or someone brush against your back, mumbling softly into your ear, lips brushing against the lobe of your ear breathing softly against you. “would ya quit babying her, jing yuan? she doesn’t deserve it. listen here, princess.” blade grabbed your shoulder turning you to face him, hand on your chin. “the next time you whine at him, i’ll give you something to cry about. got it?”

“the hell you will! you’re always so mean, blade. punishing me any chance you get. s’ not even a big deal!” “then you’ll have to be good,” blade spat. “you’re such a crybaby. it makes it harder for me not to give you something to whine and cry about.” you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness in between your legs as you swallowed the lump in your throat, crossing your arms at him. “tone it down with the angel, would you? she just wanted something, she might’ve got carried away with the begging and whining but.. it’ll be fine.”

blade looked back down at you, biting down on your shoulder as he caught sight of you clutching on jing yuan’s chest, a low chuckle rumbling from the general’s throat. “it’ll be alright, angel. you don’t want your punishment, don’t you?” you were being squished between them, cheek against jing yuan’s chest as he ran his hand down your lower back, patting gently. “no, no i don’t.” blade bit down on your shoulder, applying more pressure. you let out a soft wince, your knuckles white from the harsh grip you had on jing yuan’s attire. “no?” blade says, feigning surprise as he lifts an eyebrow. “i’ll give you a reason to want it, i’ll can make you want it. i’ll have you begging and whining for my cock once we’re done with you, stubborn girl.”

oh boy.. you’re done for tonight.

—

"a little bratty and bad darling you are, hm?” jing yuan remarked teasingly, you were seated on his cock, tears already forming in your eyes as you begged him to be gentle with you, blade working on marking you, oh how painful his teeth felt.. you were on cloud 9 at this point. jing yuan’s eyes gaze into yours as his hand trails up your hips his warm breath washes over your shoulder as he speaks, his words filled with affection and love. “cmon angel, keep going. you’re doing so good, y’know that baby? taking my cock so well.” he praised, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “tell me, angel. you don’t need your punishment, right? you’re such a good girl for me.. right?” nodding viciously, you couldn’t think straight. you weren’t even sure how he managed to fit inside, but you loved it.

“not for me.” the words are just enough to push blade over the edge, his hand moving in a swift motion and spanking your bottom hard, the sharp pain making your entire back tingle. “o-ow! blade?—“ you yell out as the pain quickly starts to spread all through your nerves. “that hurts!”

“it does hurt, doesn’t it?” he lets his hand settle on your bottom for just a couple more seconds before removing it. He looks down on you, his tone and look still serious, a deadpan nonchalant expression on his face. but there’s an underlying air of lust as you lay there on jing yuan’s bare chest in pain, his cock still thrusting inside your abused pussy slowly. blade forcibly grabbed at your hips, aligning himself with your hole, the same hole jing yuan was using. “w-wait!” jing yuan shut you up with a kiss, his touch so sweet.. calming you down almost immediately. “it’ll be fine, dove. you’re already doing a good job handling mine, you can handle two cocks at once, can you?”

“promise it won’t hurt?”

“i promise, sweetheart. you can do it, right? ‘gonna be a good girl f’me and blade?”

one..

“f-for you i’ll be..”

two..

“that’s my girl.”

three!

blade took this opportunity to thrust himself inside your cunt, a loud whine leaving your throat. your eyes flew open as jing yuan licked his lips, keeping you in place as he took sight of your fucked out state, seeing how well you were taking them, a bulge forming on your stomach. your breathing became shallow, and it hitched every time blade plunged into you. face scrunched, absorbed in pure lust and hunger. “that’s it, dove. you’re doing great.. so pretty.” “f-fuck.. stop babying her, asshole.” you were stuck in between them, really. the roughness and harsh movements of blade’s thrusts mixed with jing yuan’s soft and slow thrusts, you felt so full, tongue lolling out with your mind going completely blank at this rate as you came on their cocks almost immediately, coating their huge dicks with white.

“ohh.. she came already. you like this, dove? ‘like how it feels? i like how this pretty pussy feels around me too.” jing yuan kissed your tears away, his hair was damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. blade withdrew himself almost completely and pushed back in, fucking you with his entire length. he gave you a small squeeze on your bottom, a teasing smile danced on his lips, a hint of cruelty almost once his hand comes to rest near your bottom, landing another slap on the fat of your ass. “fuckin’ sloppy..” he spoke, giving your ass another slap, your body jolting forward at the stinging pain as you came once again, feeling how sticky it felt in between your thighs.

both blade and jing yuan felt their lengths rubbing against each other, grunting loudly as they pressed themselves together sliding their dicks side by side through your entrance, completely buried inside as the tips of their lengths kissed your cervix. blade grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you back to his chest, his cock bullying itself inside your cunt far more roughly this time. “once we cum, you’re taking it all. not a single drop to be left.. ‘got that?” you nodded weakly, jing yuan sat up slightly as he chuckled, kissing your jaw. “such a good girl you are, baby.” both continued fucking you at a steady pace, making sure not to miss a beat. “you like that, slut? ‘like being used like this?” one taunted mockingly while the other grunted in response, chasing his high “f-fucking hell, m’ gonna cum. you feel too good, princess.”

both blade and jing yuan found themselves approaching their orgasm, picking up the pace of their thrusts, feeling one enter while the other pulls away, one enter and the other pull away.. over and over. on repeat. fuck. you felt so full and they haven’t even came inside you, yet the feeling of their lengths inside the same hole at the same time were enough to make you cum on the spot. they kept ramming themselves deep inside your poor abused pussy, making sure not to miss any spot leaving no part untouched until finally releasing streams of their seed, coating your walls with white just like how your coated their dicks. you were absolutely exhausted. once blade pulled away, he admired how slowly his cum would leave your hole, dripping onto jing yuan’s. you collapsed on jing yuan’s chest, your body shook at the amount of exhaustion that washed over your body.

“you were too rough on her, blade. one day, you might actually break her.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you as his cock was still inside you, grabbing at your hips and slowly pulling your off with his strong arms, laying you down on the mattress as he grabbed a cloth and wiped the mess in between your legs, not realizing how much they both filled you to the brim.

“tsk. i’m pretty sure i— no. we already have.”

[tubbytarchia]

Thoughts on the dynamic between TIES Tango and BB Jimmy? Or even the silly rivalry they have in SL? There’s just so much adorable fluffy potential there and I’m just 💭

- 🧚🏼‍♀️

YOU'RE RIGHT THERE IS AND I LOVE THEM. SL ranchers are SO cute and precious its off the charts. Limited Life however...

Ok drawing that hurt a bit so I'm immediately following up with this

Limited Life is so carefree in general it's SO fun and probably the least angst material out of any of the Life series to me (of course there is still plenty, can't underestimate the traffic fandom's ability to find angst in everything) including Tango and Jimmy. They're so fun and you're right that it's a lot of fluff potential, mostly because Jimmy being a "bad boy" is so funny. BUT THE, MAN. TH The fact that this is the one after DL, after Jimmy so desperately wanted to apologize to Tango for how they went out and who knows if he got to do that or not. I love the idea of them reuniting in some temporary afterlife game or dark void following their deaths, but also what if they didn't get to talk... maybe it was only Tango's distant messages "you're still here? It's over. Go home. Go" that reached him and then he just didn't dare to talk about it other than the one time he instinctually called him "rancher" again. I can't help but be filled with angst when I think about LimL ranchers but I trust that where there is angst, hurt/comfort is sure to follow.... If not then I just die I guess

The bad boy sunglasses are very convenient to hide the look with which he gazes upon Tango from a distance... But then oop Tango hops through the nether portal on top of bad boy mansion and Jimmy decides to go for it, to try and harken back to how they used to be to gauge how Tango will react when he goes "The boogie's being chosen, you're here with us now, we have to look into each other's eyes!" (paraphrasing) and then he's like "oh Impulse is here too" lmao and then that's just kinda it. And then TIES blows up bread bridge and auughhghhh you know??? I'm so bad at expressing how I feel, sorry this is a ramble. But I love them so very dearly and I could absolutely imagine inconspicuous moments between them. Like whenever I think of potential LimL rancher fluff my mind goes to this one fanfic about Jimmy being sleep deprived and he just kinda ends up at TIES and Tango puts him to sleep. Stuff like that

And idk what more to say about Secret Life. Their little rivalry is so funny and literally idk if it's the fanart that has absolutely fucked with my head but every time I think about them I imagine them awkwardly flirting on complete accident and just being kind of weird but. very lovable. They had only two notable interactions and those two interactions left me permanently deranged

ANYWAY THANKS FOR THE ASK ANON

[mintwithchoco]

Comfort

LE SSERAFIM Kazuha x LE SSERAFIM Yunjin

Word Count: 1363 words

Categories: smut, shorts, girl x girl, squirting, idk what's gotten into me

Yunjin has always been an affectionate girl. She is always there for her members whenever they need someone, like after a tiring day of practice or a sudden nervousness before going on stage. Yunjin always knows what they need and want, which is why they adore her so much. She loves them dearly, not forced at all because of her work, but because of the strong bond and experiences that they all share over the years.

Though tonight is no different than her regular routine, it goes a little off from her intended path.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary—Kazuha wanting a cuddle session from Yunjin is one of her ways to end the day. It requires almost no effort as she just comes over to Kazuha's room in the other dorm and makes herself comfortable on the bed. She waits patiently for Kazuha to finish showering by mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

“Unnie.”

Kazuha's deep voice shocks the distracted girl, and Yunjin’s jaw quickly drops when she finally focuses on the sight right in front of her. 

“Z-Zuha?! W-Where are your uhh… c-clothes?”

Kazuha gets closer to the bed, ignoring Yunjin’s question. “I need your help.”

She gawks at Kazuha's bare naked figure up close and gasps even more when she sees in between her legs, fully wet and slick. Sure, Yunjin has seen her body a couple of times whenever they share a shower together, but this time has a different feeling to it. Kazuha’s eyes stare intently towards the girl who is still in awe, eventually leading her to climb onto the bed, forcing Yunjin to move back.

Yunjin’s eyes widened, feeling the warmth emanating from Kazuha’s body. She has never seen her being so openly needy like this. She gulps down and bites her lip, preparing herself mentally as she truly knows what the girl in front of her wants.

“Anything for you, Zuha.”

Within minutes, Yunjin loses her clothing with only her underwear covering her body. Meanwhile, Kazuha is now on Yunjin's lap, with her back against her unnie’s torso and her legs widely spread open. The older girl’s hands roam all over the body of the girl in her lap, appreciating how toned and well built she has worked herself out to be. Kazuha shivers with every graze of Yunjin’s fingers, teasing her sensitivity that has been building all this time.

“You did so well today, Zuha. Let unnie take care of you.”

Yunjin brings Kazuha to a passionate kiss. Amidst the kiss, her left hand reaches over to Kazuha's chest, fondling them gently in her palms. Kazuha moans deeply into Yunjin’s mouth, fueling her to touch the needy girl even more. Another hand slides over to Kazuha’s thighs, the coldness of it making her yelp in surprise. Yunjin finally releases Kazuha from her lips after a few more seconds, letting the Japanese girl’s husky moans to resonate in the room.

“Unnie…” Kazuha looks up to Yunjin, her eyes begging for more.

“Relax, Zuha. I know what you want.” Yunjin buries her head into Kazuha’s neck, leaving kisses and small hickeys all over.

Yunjin’s hands continue to work its magic as it is now coming over to Kazuha’s stomach. She has always admired this part of Kazuha because of how perfect it is. She rubs her abdomen softly, with a finger teasing her cute belly button. Breathy moans and small giggles left Kazuha’s lips, which made Yunjin smile, a sign that she is doing very well.

Kazuha squirms even more as Yunjin slowly reaches down towards the heat in between her thighs. Her head leans back to rest on Yunjin's shoulder, fully letting herself commit under her unnie’s touch. Her breathing becomes rapid when Yunjin's fingers finally arrive at her glistening pussy, carefully spreading it to see how truly wet she is.

Yunjin's fingers graze over her clit, and she shows it in front of Kazuha, the thin strings of her juices in between her fingers are visible. “You’re so wet, Zuha. Am I turning you on that much?” 

As Kazuha nods, Yunjin slides one of her fingers over the dripping heat. The girl under her shudders in pleasure when Yunjin teases the pink slit, the transparent liquid quickly covering her fingers. Even though the room was quite cold, both of the girls were getting warm due to the close proximity. The tension builds up with every small action that Kazuha does, which leaves Yunjin to become a little more desperate.

The younger girl lets out a loud piercing moan that is surely getting noticed by her other roommates. But how can she be quiet and control herself, when her beloved unnie is penetrating her middle finger inside, with all of it being fully inside the first time? Yunjin lets out a breath, before her ring finger joins in and begins to thrust into Kazuha's warm hole. 

If anyone ever walks into the room at this moment in time, they’ll be greeted with a miraculous sight—Kazuha’s sweaty body trembling in ecstasy, being pleasured by the work of Yunjin’s fine hands, sliding in and out of the naked girl’s pussy. Fortunately, no outside sounds are heard, proven by the lack of care that Kazuha has in controlling her moans. Yunjin increases the pace, squelching noises begin to be apparent as it gets messier with the bedsheets getting soaked with Kazuha’s lewd juices.

“Unnie, unnie, unnie, pleeeeease!” 

Yunjin calms the needy girl down with a gentle pat on her forehead. “Hold on just for a little while, Zuha. I promise you will feel very good. Can you do that for me?”

Kazuha nods. The older girl smiles and proceeds to add another finger into her, making her struggle to control the impending orgasm. But she needs to keep it together because she trusts her unnie’s words. Amidst all of Yunjin’s fingers thrusting faster and her idle hands pinching on the Japanese girl’s brown nipples, she manages to keep herself right before the edge. It does feel very painful and frustrating for Kazuha to not finish immediately, but she knows that it was gonna be worth it in the end. 

“Good girl. Just a little bit more, Zuha. I know you can do it.” 

Yunjin is also preventing herself from going overboard with the younger girl. Her mind is going on branches, thinking of the other unholy things that she can do with Kazuha. Even so, Yunjin’s main focus is to bring an immense comfort to her girl so she can feel better for tomorrow’s events. Yunjin muffles Kazuha’s desperate whimpers with another hungry kiss, and the struggling girl gasps into her mouth—the fingers have found the G-spot. Dopamine rushing into Kazuha rapidly, her hips now moving along and her toes curling as Yunjin hits her G-spot more and more.

At this point, Kazuha can’t take it anymore. 

“Unnie! I— I’m gonna—  “

And Yunjin knows it.

“Cum for unnie, Zuha.” 

Kazuha explodes. Her back arches perfectly, her moaning gets louder and her walls get tighter around Yunjin’s fingers, before it squirts out a wave of cum violently. Everything is stained with her cum—the bedsheets, her own thighs, Yunjin’s lap and panties—and it continues on as Yunjin still fucks her clit, not letting Kazuha to take a breather. Her body uncontrollably shakes the further Yunjin thrusts her fingers, before her high finally ends once Yunjin also stops in her tracks.

Yunjin looks at her hand that is fully drenched in Kazuha’s slick. She then instinctively brings them into her mouth, sucking on each finger thoroughly to taste her member’s cum. Once she finishes clearing all the cum off of her hand, Yunjin turns her attention to the younger girl. Kazuha’s breasts heaved up and down, trying to catch as much breath as possible. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep in Yunjin’s arms as the exhaustion got to her early.

Yunjin can only smile at her cute behavior. She quickly finds a blanket and brings Kazuha to the dry side of the bed before draping the blanket over both of their bodies.

“Good night, Zuha.” She gives her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “I can’t wait for more.”

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note; ...yeah i really didn't expect this to happen LMAO

this all started with a small conversation with @chunksworld about how cute yunjin and kazuha is together and somehow in a span of 3 days, this shit wrote itself. it's quite the journey though, given how i've been wanting to try my hands on writing something out of my comfort zone, and i think i did a pretty good job! :D

let me know what y'all think, maybe give me some suggestions too. i'll try my best to ride on this writing high more and eventually release a longer fic. all in all, i wish you guys have a great day! thank you for reading and take care of yourselves out there! <3

[cheonstapes]

hiii lovie! first off, i love love love ur writings so much idk how to describe it but you write so… pretty? it’s like I’m reading a love letter from elle woods teehee, second how would you feel about miguel x maddy perez!reader? i just have a really good feeling of miguel liking his women kind of mean, lack of vocal filter who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for him (like LITERALLY) but she’s also a big softie to those who she finds dearly to her. miguel knows how tough she is but knowing her past and what her ex had done to her, miguel would most definitely be protective of his woman. IDK I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT HDJDJDND OK ILY BYE

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOU LOVE TO BE LOVED’ (*･ω･)ﾉ

a/n~ i've never watched euphoria believe it or not, so i watched it for you anonnie!!!!! it's interesting! thank you lovely for the request, sorry for the wait baby, sorry it's a bit short💗

cw; SMUT!! not a lot, reader is lowkey a killer, miguel is whipped, blood, fluff, cutesy couple shenanigans! NAWT PROOFREAD - shame on me!

sorry, but i think miguel would love to be taken care of by his strong woman

he thinks it’s so sexy when you take charge, knowing when you say what you say — you mean it

you two are practically polar opposites, especially with the way that you dress

he doesn’t mind if you dress more revealing than most cause he knows you can take care of yourself and he’s can definitely take care of you too 

he loves how soft you are behind closed doors too — the whispers and the pure domestication that you exude when it’s just you two alone is too much for him to handle sometimes 

he even proposed early cause he knew you were too good to let go

when he found out about what happened with you and your ex, he was furious 

the thought of someone putting their filthy hands on his girl never failed to rile him up — it was his go-to motivation when he’s at the gym beating the fuck out of those punching bags

he knows despite how tough you may seem, deep down you’re still sensitive 

he pays mind to not raise his voice at you and he never, EVER, puts his hands on you — unless you’re into that

you spoil him, as much as it pains him to see you spending money on him (he should be doing that for you) he wouldn’t refuse it, knowing that’s just how you love

and when you see the cashier tryna chat up your man right in front of you?

miguel says a silent prayer for the poor soul

your nails tapping against the counter as your eyes twitches slightly — you somehow manage to sweetly ask them to meet you out back

when you come back a few minutes later, wiping the blood off of your cheek he just smiles — kissing that same cheek and grabbing your hand, “ready to go, baby?”

he’s that type of boyfriend that would keep an arm around your waist 24/7, making sure he walks closest to the road, carrying you over puddles

it’s extra as fuck but anything for his baby

speaking of anything for you…

definitely a service dom!

he 100% would let you top whenever, i doubt he would be insecure about you taking the lead

when he’s domming, he makes sure to listen to everything you ask of him

you want him to go slower? sure!

faster? sure!

pound you into the mattress? of-fucking-course!

mans just wants his pretty baby to feel good cause that’s what you deserve!

he’s the type to grab your hips, grinding deliciously into your cunt as he pants into your ear — telling you how sweet you are, how much he adores and worships his queen

he’d love it when you’d ride him too, he wouldn’t want to take control either 

just letting you pleasure yourself till your hearts content, it doesn’t even matter if he cums or not — as long as you’re satisfied 

ANYWay

miguel is such a big simp for his meanie gf

giving you all the biggest kisses and titty sucks you deserve

( ◠‿◠ )

-RAAAAAAAAAAA

[24hlevi]

I know we've got Lottie x innocent reader.. But what about th othe yjs 🤔🤔🤔

ooooh 🤭 imma give a few thoughts for each of them cause i love this but can't come up with full hcs sorry. thank you for continuing the innocent reader vision anon 🫶 also this is more with their adult versions in mind!

shauna -

- shauna adores your innocence, she literally thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you two first get together, how you haven't done anything like smoking or drinking, how you wear whatever clothes you want without realizing the way people look at you in said outfits

- she will subconsciously baby you tho, she will of course stop if you say for her to but she loves babying you :( not in like a weird way but just in a nurturing way that shows she loves you dearly

- she has such a thing for marking you up for everyone else to see how your hers and hers only, a smile always forming on her face whenever you don't try to cover it up and you two go out being given weird looks by the amount of hickeys on your neck

- she tries to start out slow with you during your first time with her but she can't help but get rough at the sounds of you whining and moaning just for her :(

nat -

- she's the one who enjoys your innocence the most, the fact that you have barely done anything rebellious in your life leads nat to being the gf who will make you do reckless things and live life to the fullest, maybe getting arrested in the process (oops)

- nat also thinks it's kinda cool that you two are polar opposites when in public and you're wearing the cutest thing possible and she's just in her leather jacket and jeans, she'd rather die than use the word aesthetic for how pleasing it is, but that's what it is lol

- nat is also the biggest on the corruption side of things, to just break down those innocent walls that stop you from whimpering her name underneath her is like winning a prize to her and when you finally let go of feeling shy and innocent, she is going to make sure you know you're hers

- thinking of her teaching you how to ride her strap for the first time and she slowly coaxes you into moving your hips faster and make more pretty noises for her, smiling at your whines before flipping you over and just pounding into you

misty -

- misty definitely takes advantage of your innocence, most of the time without you even realizing it, which makes it better for her in the end when she makes you do things that you wouldn't do otherwise without her there, it gives her a sense of pride and that she's needed

- she also just thinks it's cute when you have little to no idea what's going on or when people try to flirt with you and you just think they're being nice, misty is one to get jealous, but just so she can take you back home and make sure you remember who you belong to

- misty is the second biggest on corruption imo, she loves how innocent you are, buying you pretty revealing clothing to wear around the house so she can have you whenever she wants and seeing your eyes widen when she grabs you by your hips pulling you towards her gets her going so bad she will take you right then and there

- roleplay is huge for misty, especially medical themes, and she loves opening your mind to those things and show you how to have fun and have a good time as well even when she's three gloved fingers inside of you and is degrading you beyond belief mixed with praises

tai -

- the only normal one (jk), tai is one that thinks it's cute and enjoys the way that your innocence is genuine and how it's just how you are, not like you're doing it on purpose or something

- tbh tai doesn't seem like she would get jealous because of it, will she glare daggers at whoever is attempting to flirt with you to the point they back off? yes. but she won't be verbal about it 😭 you go over to her wondering why the overly kind person just left and she's like "ah idk babe" acting like she wasn't killing them with her mind

- tai will make you be verbal with what you want, she won't do anything until you tell her what it exactly is that you want, loving to see the way you break down crumbling and soon start begging for her to do something, anything

- you cannot tell me this woman doesn't have a thing for being called ma'am, like you'd say it as a joke and she would immediately change up and tell you to say it again which leads to a newly found word to use when having sex

van -

- van thinks your innocence is a little silly at first (affectionately), how you don't realize the certain things you do would be seen as flirting or not noticing when others are flirting with you, they think its silly

- they definitely show you all kinds of movies you haven't seen before to expand your horizons of cinema and entertainment, especially the more spicy ones to open your mind to some things 🤭

- van grins so hard when you tell them you wanna try something that you saw in a movie or something else and immediately drops everything to do it, they'll take their time with you to make sure you actually want to do it before going down on you like never before

- van is into experimenting with anything, whatever you wanna do they will gladly do for you, you basically become their pillow princess/prince and they will make sure the neighbors can hear cause they just love the sounds you make when they're pounding into you with their strap

[desafinado]

★彡 *•.♡ calling them a term of endearment

can i call you mine, and can i call you my lover?

°｡⋆ self-indulgent, fluffy fluff, swearing, a bit suggestive

°｡⋆ alhaitham, diluc, kaveh, xiao x reader (wc:)

note: diluc’s is kinda diff bc idk i just melt every time i write him sdjfkdsjfsdf hes such a gentleman but soft i wanna spoil bb boy… also if you think pet names or cheesy or some shit or whatever this is obviously not for u, talk to the wall this is my blog

alhaitham ♡

“yes, baby?”

you settled into his lap getting a bit more comfortable, but it seemed like alhaitham had frozen into place. you had been dating for a month or so, and yes he’d often call you “dear”, but a term of endearment coming from you? and that term being “baby”? he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“i–uh. book.”

that was all he could mutter, completely forgetting what he was saying, thinking even. you giggled at the sight before you, a taken aback, nervous, and speechless alhaitham; lucky for you, you’d be the only one who got to see it. you snuggled into his chest before teasing him a bit further.

“yes, baby, what about the book?”

there it was again, “baby”. it was going to be the death of him for sure.

“baby? what… what’s the meaning of this?” you weren’t going to let him off so easily, you were gonna savor this while it lasted. “babies are humans at infancy, you know, the first stage of–”

“stop teasing for my sake, please.” he let out an exasperated sigh while you just giggled at his agony. you could get used to this, if this was gonna be the reaction every time. “okay, okay, fine. there’s no reason actually. i just wanted to call you baby, and i think i’m gonna start calling you that more often.”

“i’ll allow it.” he says a little too quickly, and you know he for sure approves as well.

“hmm… but no reason you say?” you hum in approval as he shifts so that his head rests on your shoulder. you close your eyes melting into the warmth he provided; that moment of peace was short lived, however, as he started leaving kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck.

“haitham..! y-you know i’m sensitive there!”

“i know, baby, but i just felt like it. you’re acquainted with the feeling aren’t you?”

diluc ♡

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

you were sitting by the window, gazing out into the vineyards of the dawn winery. it was obvious that something was running through your mind by the tense look on your face. you shook your head for a moment, before returning his gaze.

“it's nothing really. just thinking of a term of endearment for you.” you got up from your seat to approach, cup his cheeks oh so tenderly. “sweetheart, darling, honey? you have so much for me, yet i haven’t the slightest clue what to call you.” 

to think that diluc had so much affection and adoration for you, but you couldn’t even think of some cute nickname to call him. everything either felt too cheesy or too formal, but whatever he called you seemed to be just right.

“you know, whatever you might call me, i know i’ll love. you could call me a grape for all i care, and i’d still be head over heels for you.” he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you all the more closer. he couldn’t be serious, could he?

“i’m serious, diluc! i wanna call you something that does you justice. something i could address you in letters, call you in public; something that’ll let everyone know you’re mine.”

he looks up in thought for a second, trying his best to help you out. “sugar?” “too cheesy.” “dear?” “too basic.” “... that’s all i’ve got, darling, i’m sorry.”

an idea finally pops into your head, though, something you should’ve seen earlier.

“what about beloved? because you know… i love you dearly, a-and you’re my…'' after all this time, you still find your heart racing when referring to diluc as your lover, but that only lends the nickname more points. his smile becomes a happy one, giving you a gentle peck on your heated cheeks.

“it’s perfect, beloved, and just so you know, i love you too, and you are my one and only lover.”

kaveh ♡

“kaveh, my love, could you pass me the salt?”

kaveh does as he’s told, but not without a shocked look on his face. you look up from the dough you’re mixing to see the look on his face, raising an eyebrow in response. was he not aware that you could put salt in cookies?

“love? you called me your love!!?” he was practically singing praises. you didn’t realize it meant that much to him, but you were pleased by his reaction nonetheless, a faint chuckle escaping your lips.

“is it that groundbreaking?” you genuinely doubted if he perceived you as unromantic, but you were also aware he had the tendency to be dramatic. his lips calmed down to a sheepish smile.

“it’s nothing like that, i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just that i’ve been waiting for you to call me one, since we’ve been together.” he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i see, i apologize if you had to wait long.” you felt a pang of guilt hit you, knowing he felt that way, but you felt him lightly shaking his head. “no, no, no. i wanted it to happen naturally, and the way you said it just earlier just felt… right.”

once it was time to put them in the oven, he still clung onto you as if you’d evaporate the moment he let go. you could never turn down his physical affection, but this was shaping up to be a bit difficult.

“kaveh… it’s a bit hard to put them in the oven without burning myself if you don’t let go.”

“really now? i’ll let go if you say the magic word.”

“hah. you’re really running with it, aren’t you?”

“magic words, love.” he earned a sigh from you before you finally gave into his desires.

“let go for a second, would you, my love?”

“of course, my love, but once those cookies are in the oven, you’re mine for the next fifteen minutes.”

xiao ♡

xiao was already in disbelief from the fact he had somehow won your affection, and was living a pleasantly romantic relationship with you. this, however, was a whole new level of domesticity.

“i’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“if i call out dearest, while referring to you of course, will you be able to hear me and come to my aid?” maybe it was silly of you to ask, but you were genuinely curious. 

“i… why would you refer to me as dearest?” he was still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

“because you’re my dearest? it’s a term of endearment.” you’re sure he’s heard of pet names throughout his years on liyue, so you weren’t quite sure why he was being so naive about it.

“i know that, i just– you really want to call me that?” you nod simply, taking his hand into yours, rubbing circles into his palm.

“if it makes you uncomfortable, i won’t bring it up again. i just thought it would be a cute way of addressing you, calling for you.” there’s some disappointment in your voice, but you genuinely did not want to overstep any boundaries he wasn’t ready to cross.

“no, i love it.”

he squeezes your hand, starting up into your eyes. that look he gave you, full of affection and love, made you weak.

“are you sure? you really don’t–”

“no, i’m sure. i love it, and i’ll be there the moment you call.” there’s a pure and bright smile painted across his face, and you’ve never been more in awe. 

“g-great, that’s great!” you stutter out, not really expecting him to accept it so wholeheartedly so quickly. the space between you falls into a comfortable quiet, though you feel a wave of shyness wash over you.

“you can call me other names too, whatever you like. i’ll always be there, okay?” you nod timidly, afraid to make a fool out of yourself any further; xiao’s smile grows wider.

“hmm, then it's settled. you shall call me your dearest as you are mine, isn’t that right, my darling dearest?”

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[transmascaraa]

Do you think you could do Gaming, Kazuha, and Furina (IF U WRITE FOR HER IDK IF YOU DO) with a verrrrry sleepy reader. Pref male or transmasc reader if you can for that in but if not gender neutral is fine :3

Reader could literally sleep for days- no eating, no drinking, just sleep. He can fall asleep in the most random places too.... Like the character(s) find reader asleep in a fucking tree so they wake him up and then half an hour later they find him asleep under a table. The only time reader can reliably stay awake is when he is doing something important or when he is spending time with the characters <3 (Aka, doing something important)

If you don't wanna write multiple characters feel free to do just one of them! I don't mind :3 Or feel free to ignore this entirely !!!! I just hope you have a great day and don't feel pressured to write anything you don't want to <3333

multiple characters headcannons!

you're a VERY sleepy person...

characters: gaming, kazuha, furina x m!reader

author's note: that's so adorable. such a cute scenario fr. i'm not a sleepy person at all but the req makes me giggle and smile. hope you like it<3

✧ Gaming

-he finds it absolutely adorable. ABSOLUTELY.

-i mean, he's there to wake you up when needed, but also loves making you comfortable while sleeping.

-if you sleep for a while day, he'd be a bit worried but if you assure him enough it'll be fine.

-you're sleeping under the table? he's wondering how you even got there.

-on a tree? how did you get there.

-but when you spend time with him, he's nore than glad to do so,

-because it's one of the only times that he sees his boyfriend's stunning eyes and attractive voice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

✿⁠ Kazuha

-he would worry a bit...

he'd bring you to a doctor to make sure you're okay but after you're sure that nothing is wrong and you're just sleepy all the time...

-all of his worries are immediately gone.

-entirely.

-he honestly finds it cute. he thinks that he was blessed in some way.

-when he first found you asleep on the floor, right NEXT TO the couch, he decided to lay down on the floor beside you and stroke your hair softly.

-and then he found his dearest boyfriend sleeping on a tree in inazuma, mid-day.

-he got up, sat next to you, put your head on his lap, and started reading you poems while still gently running his fingers through your silky hair.

-he didn't mind it at all.

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♡ Furina

-THIS CUTIE.

-she would worry and panic that something was clearly wrong, measuring your temperature frequently, making you drink lot's of tea, even coffee!

-when you two finally visited a doctor, saying that nothing was wrong, it still didn't help.

-she still worried about you.

-not until some time later, she got used to it.

-she started finding it really cute.

-her galley was flooding with pictures of you sleeping.

-in the closet, on a tree, on a bench near the fountain if lucine, you name it!

-she had the pictures!

-a pictures few of you just sleeping peacefully.

-and the others were selfies of her sitting next to you, smiling brightly, with captions like:

-"he fell asleep on lyney and lynette's magic show!!"

-"stroking his hair rn while he sleeps on my lap<3 in my closetttt :3"

-etc.

-she loved her boyfriend very dearly, asleep or awake.

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i really made the furina one longer than the rest😭

sorry gaming and kazuha but furina is my favorite female

writing for furina is something thag i adore doing.

but not as much as i love her ofc

she's perfect @delectica right

[inexplicifics]

two things: first, idk if i mentioned it or not but i dearly, very much ADORE all your works, especially the accidental warlock series! they're so good, so well-thoughtout and I just-inhale them. like a vacuum!!! and then i rotate them in my stomach like a rotisserie chicken and nibble on it now and again every so often. second, you mention that kiyan is "surprisingly small" how small are we talking here? is he tiny? do other witchers pick him up and throw him like a frisbee at enemies? thank u!

Thank you so much!

I think Kiyan looks smaller because he's spending so much time around people whose mutagens made them Large, but he's probably...hm. Let's say 5'6"? Slightly shorter than average, and wiry rather than bulky, so he looks smaller.

Other Witchers absolutely pick him up and fling him at enemies. He finds this delightful. It means he can use the knives built into the toes of his boots.

[factual-fantasy]

30 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🐋

Midori is intended to be shy and a bit quiet. He's not much of a talker and usually has Anastasia talk for him. I was thinking that Anastasia and Midori are really close, they're almost always together. Partially so that Midori can protect her from any potential shiny hunters, but also because they've just bonded over the years.. 🥺

Anastasia is supposed to rather extroverted and chatty. She's got a lot of attituded and personality in a small package XD she loves her friends dearly and is almost always with Midori. Again not just for protection, but also just because they're very close <XD

I've been meaning to show their personalities at some point.. I'll have to think of a comic to make for them! :))

@sallychaosaura

I have seen snip bits of it yeah :00 its so wholesome, I like it! :))

@thesproutingartist

Gloria actually has the ability trace! Though I haven't thought about how to incorporate it into my comics yet.. and I only recently thought about her being able to see glimpses of the future :00 I'll have to add it into me next comic with her somehow! :))

Also about Baragara.. I was thinking that that's how Gloria found him. Is through his intense aura.. but who knows! I might change that story <XDD

@riotzerosys

:DDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like them!!! :))

I have not :/// though it seems like people kind'a like it.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :00

(Referencing this post)

<XD Don't worry, my hands are fiiiiine!

Is it really?? :00 I gotta look into it!

@jolteonlover-135

He'd probably say "Wait! I should make sure there's no bees in it first! ☝️:D" And to test that he knocks the nest down-

<XDD Reminds me of this post.

@spinelfan11

My favorite had to be the long neck dinosaur! I cant find its exact name- <XD

I haven't seen it, though I've heard a lot of people talking about it.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :00

@via-artistishereforu

:DDD Thank you!! :)))

@thedorkyidiot

Technically they should have a trainer yeah.. but idk, I like Gloria being the leader and the team relying on each other in the wild instead of belonging to a human.. being brought from gym to gym.. idk, I prefer the wild vibe!

@captain-skyler1987

Congratulations! :D .... wait :0 .... oh no D:

I'm glad you like them! :)))

@tallchest13-blog

THE BEAN IS SAFE!!! XDDD

XDD A yummy snack indeed

@artsyloonatic

I don't know if Grimace can do that.. but maybe Gloria can! :00

@ditzyclown (Referencing this post)

AUHFIASEUFH THEY'D PROBABLY DO THAT YEAH XDDD

All members of Henry and Williams family did/do exist. Though I cant reveal much more than that.. 👀👀

@the-woomyverse (In response to this post)

😰........ wow, Midori and Gloria are actually evil-

@anikakitty11

FOONY STANCE REAL

@nerdy-aroace

XDDDD That car looks really familiar but I cant quite put my finger on it..

@thebulletbot

Its like a scene from a book :000

@chromchill (Referencing this post)

That would probably hurt poor Anastasia <XDD

@psype (Link in post)

His parent's were probably Leafeons or something like that :00 I don't think there's necessarily an eevee culture in the wild per se..? And I think Sylvester doesn't know of all the different eeveeloutions there are. He didn't know sylveon was a thing until he evolved into one! <XDD

As for their childhoods and why they formed a team? I'm thinking that they just found each other in the wild and became friends. And they aren't really trying to accomplish anything, they just stay together and travel because they are a family.. 🥺💞💞

@aeipathy-dendrology

:DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like my artwork!! :DDD

@grimnlucky

Aww! They're adorable!! :DD

Well my usual watermark was too big to put over the tiny pixel drawings <XDD Plus it would look weird to put a normal watermark over a pixelated drawing wouldn't it?

@savetheearthbros

That is 100% Kwazii XDDD

[tsukasalvr]

Hi I would like to make a request! (idk if this is where you submit it im new to tumbler lol)

I was wondering if you could do demon slayer headcannons about what nicknames the hashira would give their children! (ex. munchkin, sweetheart, hun)

I was thinking Sanemi, Kyojuro, Uzui, Mitsuri and Shinobu if you're ok with that.

Thanks <3

AN: THIS IS SO CUTE MY HEART AHH

nicknames they would give their kids

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

Characters: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho

Warnings: I don’t proofread, veryyy short

A/n:I hate the picture limit

Demon Slayer masterlist | Main masterlist

Sanemi Shinazugawa

First of all, he would’ve never thought that he would have ever settle down with someone and have kids but he’s happy that he did

If it’s a boy called them little man and if it’s a girl calls her little woman just to tease them

“It’s not my fault I couldn’t just say no this little woman!” He said to you as he once again, spoiled his daughter

Never really calls them cute nicknames unless you cosider silly ones cute— such as calling them monkeys, booger, brat, and squirt

“Come on squirt, eat your vegetables and then you can have desert” he tries to bribe the child into eating the veggies

Kyojuro Rengoku

Loves to play with his kids and calls them his little firecrackers and his little bees

“Come on firecracker, up we go!” He very loudly says as he picks up his two kids at once, one on one arm and other on his other arm, and walks over to you

Loves playing with them and loves to call them munchkins and take turns in throwing them up in the air and catching them just to see them laugh

He lives his kids dearly and sometimes calls them his little sunshine’s, especially considering that they will most likely take after his bright hair

Uzui Tengen

Loves to play around with his kids and is very much considered a fun dad who likes to let them have as much freedom as possible

Because of his very tall and big muscular stature, he loves to let them hang of his arms and let them climb him likes he’s a tree which in turn, he calls them monkeys and koalas

Since he’s the sound hashira, he thought it was such a flamboyant idea to call them little songbirds and he thinks it’s the most genius idea he’s ever had and thinks he’s some comedic genius

“Sleep well now little songbirds, and maybe tomorrow we can go out and bother uncle Kyojuro” it’s not a maybe, it’s a definitely

Mitsuri Kanroji

Adores her kids and thinks they’re the most cutest most lovable kids ever

Will forever baby them no matter how old they are and will definitely call them her little baby/babies and sweetheart(s)

Will coddle them forever and tries to think of the cutest names ever like doodlebug, little doves, duckies/ducklings, baby-face, babykins

The names get cheesier and cheesier and there’s no stopping her. She’s very motherly and is almost like a bear with her cubs (and there’s a new name to call them)

Shinobu Kocho

Is super gentle with her kids and is like a mother hen watching over her chicks, and even called them chicks just to tease them

Since she’s the insect pillar, she thinks calling them doodlebug and ladybugs are the absolute cutest—but she only ever calls them this when she wants to tease them

Normally, calling them munchkins, sweetie and sweethearts are the usual and will protect them at all costs

She’s prepared for everything, a very small scrape on the knee? She has to go take care of her munchkin right away!

“You have to be careful next time sweetie!” She gently scolded her kid as she bandaged their finger even though it was only a paper cut

[ambrozjas]

OKOK… a fic with sodapop curtis x reader alright? but, soda is part of the rodeo and he’s getting ready to hop on the bull while reader is just totally hyping soda up, and once he finishes he runs back all giddy and stuff and just hugging reader and SQUEEZING them? idk but just in general, all i need is a rodeo sodapop x “cheerleader” reader. ty smm i luv ur writing btw <3

taming a bull ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

rkfkekddkek this is literally such a cute req, but i know almost nothing about bull riding so forgive me if i got anything wrong 😭😭

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of a bull, bull riding, and the bulls horns, and kissing (eww 😒)

✧˖*°࿐ word count 🧸ᰔᩚ

749 words, 3903 characters

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“y’can do it.” you rubbed soda’s back as he hyped himself up, jumping up and down to circulate his adrenaline even more.

“and next we..” you both heard the announcer say through the giant speakers, the muffled audio from inside the dressing room distorting his voice.

“alright, it’s time!” sodapop said, jogging out to the door. you were turning to grab your bag and exit to the crowd before you felt a hand grab your arm and lips crash against yours. before you could fight it, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend, giving you one last kiss before he went out.

you tapped his cheek, signaling for him to get a move on. once he had pulled away, he looked you up and down with his sea blue eyes.

“you gonna be m’cheerleader out there?” he asks, tilting his head.

“you know it.”

he beamed at you before he heard one of the crew tell him to come out. he gave you a quick wave and jogged out the door again.

you walked out another exit, making your way into the sea of people who were already cheering once soda had come out, half because of the sport and the other half because of soda’s good looks.

you watched with a smile as he searched for you in the crowd, saddling up on the bull while his crew secured him and the flank on the animal.

his eyes met yours, quickly crinkling with his grin before he was given the okay and braced himself as the gates open. soda grabbed onto his hat as the bull bucked its hind legs vigorously.

you cheered and clapped intently as you counted the seconds for how long he was on, already nearing eight seconds.

the bull shook its head along with his body rapidly, horns pointing in every which direction trying to buck soda off.

you and everybody around you whooped and whistled as the time finally hit eight seconds, and right after, soda finally flew off. he broke his fall as he shifted into a roll and clambered away from the bull to avoid injury, his back and pants covered in the light brown dirt from the ground.

his head turned quickly in every direction, eyes scanning the audience for you, and when he laid eyes on you, you’d think he was seeing an angel.

he ran up to you as you leaned over the railing, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt and pressed a kiss to his pink lips, a little rough probably from licking and chewing on his lips out of anxiousness.

“c’mon, baby y’gotta get up.” you whispered to him, eyes landing on the bull who the staff was trying to contain but all soda could do was look at you and smile.

once you had snapped him out of it, he climbed over the white spherical railing and the tall pieces of wood painted with ornate murals and graffiti that separated the audience from the dirt.

all sodapop can do is laugh and rush over to you, arms coming around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. his grip on you was tight, rocking you side to side subconsciously as you mumbled praises in his ear, him pressing kisses to your cheek.

“y’wanna get outta here? maybe go to the dingo or som’?” he asked, pulling away but keeping you at arms length so he could hold your shoulder and look you in your eyes, those eyes he adored so dearly and those eyes who had supported him from the day you had met him.

you saw how soda was practically vibrating in place with energy, you wondered how his cheeks didn’t hurt with all the smiling he did.

“or y’know, we could head home or get some tickets for—“ you cut his stammering off with a kiss, holding his face with your hand as the other one found his hand. you heard a multitude of whistles behind you in the crowd at your interaction with your boyfriend, but you didn’t care.

it felt like those scenes in the movies, where everything went dark and you and soda were the only two people in the world, the announcer’s voice being tuned out in the background with the rest of the crowd. you and him were the only people in the world right now, it felt.

and that was all that felt right.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ soda’s literally my bae 🤭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[julysn]

there’s a place for us in a dirty movie | dilf!kyle x fem!reader

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ After a long day of work and taking care of your children, you and your husband end the evening in bed.. and maybe end up making another kid.

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc!𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!dilf!kyle / submissive top (?) kyle.. idk where i was going with this. / spoiler he rips your panties off with your teeth. / slight praise / you have two kids together / breeding / milf!reader / handjobs / probably didn’t cook. maybe i burned the meal. let me know

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈4000

𝓝otes ⋆ dunno what i was cooking LMFAO i wrote this during class and i’m pretty sure the cute guy next to me noticed.. also sorry for inactivity!! yk how school is. HAPPY TRAIL DILF KYLE !!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH

what motivated me 2 write this was there being not a lot of second person smut on kyle :,( can we all agree that first person SUCKS 4 smut 😭 | ao3 link

You sat there in bed, head tilted slightly and eyes lazily gazing into the screen of your television. Your kids were all asleep and tucked in nicely, and you were now waiting patiently for your husband to come home from work.

You and Kyle Broflovski have been married for about four years, and you loved him dearly. You’d give him the world and the moon if you could. The way your life turned out felt like a dream come true—you were living comfortably, had adorable children running around the house, and were in the most perfect relationship ever. It felt surreal.

A soft yawn escapes your lips as your gaze drifts from the TV to the door, before you reach over to the nightstand and pick up your phone. It was about time for him to come home, and you couldn’t deny the little flutter in your chest at the thought of him being back in bed with you. Even though you two were now married, whenever you looked—or, hell, thought about him, your heart rate would slowly pick up its pace and a smile would develop on your lips. It reminded you of your highschool years and when the two of you first began liking each other.

You remembered the day the two of you went on your first date together. Junior year, on a snowy day during December. The two of you were supposed to go to the local Buca di Faggocini for dinner, but it ended up snowing so badly that it was impossible to drive. Kyle decided to walk down to your house because the two of you were practically neighbors, and you both ended up sitting by the fireplace, bodies curled up into an embrace as you watched a movie.

Then there were the basketball games. You only attended them once you and Kyle started to date, and they were fun to watch. Or maybe it was fun because you just gazed at him the entire time. You loved seeing SPHS win, loved seeing the bright smile on his face whenever his team won—which was practically every game, since the other schools in the area couldn’t compare to the athleticism of South Park High—and seeing him celebrate.

Most of your favorite high school memories involved him in some way, whether it be you and Stan’s friends skipping class, or him just being in the background of your fondest moments. You two were truly meant to be.

Sinking deeper into an ocean of thoughts, you almost barely missed the sound of the doorknob twisting, the creak of the door shaking you out of your nostalgia.

“Hey.” You give Kyle a nonchalant smile, hints of tenderness in your expression as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you were practically smiling and giggling at the thought of him. He’d tease you if he knew.

But he could already tell.

Oh, he knew everything about you. Not in a creepy way, of course, but spending so much time with you over the years and watching the two of you grow from angsty, chaotic teens in high school to mature, intelligent adults caused him to learn little things about you. Your little habits, how you’d always try to act relaxed around him even after being married—when in reality you were thinking about him, every little thing. He noticed it, and he loved it. He loved you, loved every little thing you did and said.

“Have you been thinking about me?” Kyle asks, voice soft and smooth as he walks over to you and places a hand on your cheek, lightly cupping it as he leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You practically melted at his oh-so-sweet gesture, even if you were used to it by now. He was just so sweet and perfect, the definition of husband material. It sounded crazy, but you were thankful that he was yours, no one else’s. You’d do anything to keep him as yours. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a wide smile, a soft blush blanketing your cheeks.

“Yeah.” The truth slips from your lips, and you watch with a sweet, lovestruck gaze as he turns away from you and pulls his shirt off, the softest hint of red climbing up your cheeks.

Kyle’s body was divine, comparable to the likes of Greek gods. He had the perfect set of abs; his athleticism from his high school years etched into his waist like an everlasting memory. Small, slightly noticeable veins ran down his arms, and your eyes fell upon his happy trail. You had to bite your lip to conceal the bit of drool that threatened to spill out, your gaze sliding down the way his hair led down to his genitals.

That was the father of your children. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

You watch him with an almost intense gaze, eyes glued to the sight before you as he balls up his shirt and tosses it into your laundry basket, carefully unbuckling his belt and slipping it off of his pants as he places it on the dresser and pulls his pants down, leaving himself in his boxers. You can’t help but stare as he opens the drawer and picks up a pair of comfy shorts, slipping the fabric around his legs and pulling it up to hug his pretty waist.

Ugh, he was so pretty. Kyle Broflovski was the prettiest man to ever grace the earth with his mere presence. You weren’t exaggerating, that was genuinely how you felt. He aged like fine wine, still as handsome as he was in his teenage years.

God, you could remember the first day you laid eyes on him. Sophomore year, the first day of school.

You had moved to South Park with your parents over the summer, and stepping into South Park High, your eyes were greeted with chaos. It was comforting, in a way, since your last school was stricter than a Mormon’s life.

You were then approached by a group of four boys, one of them being a kid with curly red hair and little freckles on his cheeks. He stood there awkwardly, not saying too much as two of the guys hit on you while one of them just introduced himself and the guys.

You glanced at him occasionally, mentally noting each feature he had. Not to be a creep. But he was pretty. Tousled red hair that slightly covered his eyes. Pale, freckled skin. Mossy green eyes. A defined jawline, unlike one of his friends that was currently trying to impress you. The softest hint of a blush on his nose—was it a cold, or just natural?

After the other three boys had left, the curly-haired teen offered to walk you to class, and you let him. I mean, this was a new school, and you needed help to get around. When the both of you began to walk to your first class, you two instantly hit it off.

And the rest was history.

Falling deeper and deeper into an abyss of nostalgic memories and thoughts, you barely noticed as Kyle slid into bed beside you, letting out a heavy sigh as he relaxed against the soft pillows and comforters. You barely noticed the stress etched into his features, deep in your love for him.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn from staring at the wall to face him.

When you looked at him, you stole his breath away. Kyle couldn’t believe that you were real. You were an angel, someone worthy of becoming a model. The prettiest wife he could’ve ever asked for. His eyes drifted down to the way your top showed a bit of your cleavage, drifting down to your thighs, the sight of you causing a rush of blood to immediately run down to his penis.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, looking him up and down. Damn.

Before he could reply, he watched as your eyes trailed down his body, silently admiring his muscles and pale, freckled skin when your eyes drifted down to the growing bulge in his shorts.

Immediately, you spoke, a finger pointing down at his crotch. Your mouth moved faster than your mind. “You want me to take care of that?”

And immediately, you regretted it. The way you said it caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over your consciousness as a blush crept up your cheeks and blanketed your skin.

Kyle blushes too, his cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of red that rivaled his hair as he stutters for a moment. Even though you two had been together for years, the thought of you performing such acts on him always caused a certain heat to rise up to his face.

Silence descends upon the two of you, the soft hum of the television filling the air as he slowly leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate embrace. You didn’t even need a verbal response or a nod of the head to know what he wanted, you just knew.

He wanted you.

Kyle’s arms wrapped around your waist, your hands on his cheeks as your tongues clashed and fought in a battle of control and dominance.

And he was winning.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, letting him deepen it as he pulled you onto his lap and slid his hands down to cup your ass, calloused fingers digging into your flesh. Soft whimpers escape his lips as he kisses you desperately, wanting more, needing more of you.

One of your hands slipped down from his cheek down to his thigh, gently squeezing it as you tugged his shorts down and freed his erection from the prisons of fabric. Kyle let out a soft, pretty moan as your fingers gently brushed against his tip, sending shivers crawling up his spine. Pre-cum was already dripping down his cock, the perfect substance to use as lubricant.

“Fuck, oh my god..” His deep, breathless groans encourage you, motivating you to go him, motivating you to wrap your hand around his shaft and pump up and down, pre-cum coating your fingers as you do so.

As you stroke his dick, arousal begins to pool in your stomach. Fuck. He looked so pretty like this, desperate for you to continue your handjob, desperate to finally cum and feel your cunt around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just at the thought of the two of you having sex again.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you stroke his cock, motions beginning to accelerate as you smile cheekily. “Am I making you all worked up, baby?”

Kyle rolls his eyes playfully and flashes you a smile, still able to look as charming as ever even while you were jerking him off. “Maybe.”

You continue your motions, the thought of causing him to climax, or, in other words, to fall off of the edge of heaven motivating you to no end. Each stroke got faster, harder, better as he threw a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.

The kids are still asleep, you thought, biting your lip anxiously as you occasionally glanced at the door. It was locked, but the kids might knock on the door or cry to get your attention. I hope they don’t ruin this for us.

Your free hand lifts, fingers lazily drawing circles around Kyle’s nipples as he looks down at you, eyes pleading for more.

“Y/N, please, I’m about to cu—“

His muffled warning was too late, as before he could even finish speaking, he ejaculated all over your hand. Kyle let out a deep groan into the palm of his hand, milky white cum flowing down your hand to his balls as his hips buck upwards.

You pull back, slumping against the soft comforters as you lick his semen off of your fingers. The silence was deafening, and you could’ve sworn there was a ringing in your ears. Tinnitus, maybe? Or was it really that quiet?

“So… do you want to go to sleep now?” You ask sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you stand up from the bed and walk over to the dresser.

You begin pulling your shorts down and slipping them off of your ankles, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. Just as you place them on the dresser, you feel his arms wrap around you, his calloused fingers tugging at your panties.

“I need you so fuckin’ bad..” Kyle mumbles against your neck, pulling you into him as his teeth graze against your neck. A soft, almost whiny moan leaves your lips as his hands squeeze your thigh before sliding up to your hips.

He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over your figure as his teeth nibble on your flesh. You whine and gasp, looking down at him as his lips descended your chest to your waist, to your hips, pressing kisses everywhere he went. He was really desperate for you, wasn’t he?

“Oh god..” You moan breathlessly, eyes glued to the way Kyle kisses your hips, eyes glued to the sight of his lips exploring your body. He looked so pretty like this, all desperate to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty.” He comments absentmindedly, busy with ravishing your body, not even realizing the words that slipped from his mouth as his fingers gently caress your skin.

Kyle’s teeth found the waistband of your panties, tugging on them slowly as his tongue darted out to tease you with soft, quick flicks to the skin. Just as you relaxed from his ministrations, he pulls back and you yelp, feeling the fabric snap off of your skin.

“You better pay for that.” You frown, crossing your arms and glaring down at him.

“I will, Y/N. Promise.” He whispers against your ear, leaning in to kiss your temple. You smile at his affectionate action, caught off guard when he starts to rub his member against your entrance, shaft sliding up and down your clit.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” You babble out mindlessly, the sensations of Kyle’s cock in-between your folds sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. He always felt so good.

Loud, breathless moans escape your lips as his hands gently fondle your breasts, his thumb twirling against your nipples. His erect member slid up and down, up and down, torturing you as you waited impatiently for him to slide inside you.

“Shh, darling. Hold still.” Kyle whispers, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss, your tongues pirouetting and tangoing sloppy as you try to maintain your composure, failing when he was teasing you so good like this.

You let his tongue explore your mouth and muffle your moans, letting him explore each and every single crevice he could come across and memorize the taste of your tongue against his.

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting, Kyle pulls back from you, ending the kiss as he hastily reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom out of the drawer. You watch through your eyelashes as he rips the wrapper open, tugging the condom over his shaft as he flicks the wrapper away and turns back to you.

“Are you sure we’re going to need that?” You ask slyly, finger aimed at the condom on his cock. “I wouldn’t mind another kid.”

It was a bold suggestion, but you just had to say it, you just needed to let it out. It’d be nice to have another one, and he was such a good father, it was unreal.

Kyle stares at you dumbfounded, a soft red hue rising up to his cheeks. It sounded like a good idea, in all honesty—your eldest was five, youngest being three. Maybe it was time for another baby..

After a few moments of hesitation, he starts to slip the condom off of his shaft, tossing it aside. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nod so quickly your head would’ve probably fallen off, eager to have him inside you.

Kyle slowly pushes himself inside of you, gripping your hips as he fills your insides. He was quite large and hard, so it always felt amazing to have him pushing himself past your folds and into your canal. You squirmed in delight, throwing your head back against the pillows as he rolls his hips forward.

“Kyle-!” You moan, pearls of sweat dotting your hairline as he goes deeper and deeper, pumping into you with increasing intensity. Your eyes roll back, your fingers finding the bedsheets and tightening their grip on the fabric.

“You’re so pretty..” He moans, leaning down as his lips latch around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around your areolas as your body writhes underneath him.

Kyle’s thrusts find a steady pace, his hands gripping your hips as he gently sucks on your breasts. You squirm and moan, pleasure coursing through your veins as he starts to tease you, teeth grazing across your chest. His cock pushes in and out of you, in and out, in and out again as the sounds of his balls slapping against your clit fill the air. The kids better not be awake.

“You’re so tight and wet, babe.” The nickname slips out of his lips like he’s wanted to say it forever, but can’t bring himself to. You smile a bit, though, a small smile gracing your lips while he continues to pump his shaft deep into you.

You’re so distracted, distracted by the feeling of each and every thrust in and out of you, distracted by his tongue sucking on your chest, leaving hickeys in areas no one else could see, so distracted that your moans slowly get louder and louder to the point that your children could hear.

Kyle takes notice of this, pulling back and pressing his lips against yours in a quick attempt to silence you. It works, as his tongue swirls around yours and he explores your mouth again, loving how you tasted and how you felt around him.

Once he finally ends the kiss, pulling back and gazing at your figure as you writhe and squirm under him, he places his hand over your mouth so his palm could muffle your moans.

You’re losing your breath, the feeling of his hips brushing against yours and his cock pounding into you sending waves of ecstasy to your core. Soft, breathless whimpers leave your lips, eyes fluttering shut and back arching forward as his hands come up to fondle your breasts.

Kyle’s close, oh so close, oh so close to hitting his climax. He’s going to explode, and it becomes more and more evident as his thrusts begin to increase in speed, cock sliding in and out of your entrance as quickly as he physically could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” His words slide off his tongue without its sentence even being completed, cock swelling slightly as he begins to cum. You feel full, full of your husband, the love of your life.

Kyle groans as semen spills into you, penis twitching inside of you as a sense of warmth fills your being. This felt exquisite, divine, like your body was made only for the purpose of being pleased and pleasing your one and only.

Once he’s finally done emptying his cum into you, he pulls out of you, sliding out of you and collapsing against your body lazily.

Kyle lays his head on your abdomen, letting out a soft hum as you run your fingers through his tousled hair. The moment was sweet and peaceful, a stark contrast to the events that had just transpired between the both of you.

Silence envelops your figures for a few seconds, the rush of pleasure slowly fading as he comes to a realization.

“Did you cum?” Kyle asks, looking up at you and cocking his head to the side. A wave of embarrassment washes over your being as you replay the moment and realize no, you didn’t. You didn’t cum at all.

“No..” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as he lifts his head from your stomach. He just wasn’t hitting the right spots when he was penetrating, and you didn’t make it obvious.

Kyle lifts his head, the thought of him finally making you cum once and for all sending a spark of blood rushing down to his groin. He presses a kiss to your lips as he quickly flips you onto your stomach.

You gasp as he presses his cock against your folds, feeling it grow and harden. “Fuck..”

A smirk grows on Kyle’s lips, and he leans down, tilting your head to face him, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, tongue swirling and spinning around yours.

Distracting you with his kisses, he effortlessly pushes past your entrance, filling you up and making you feel whole once again. You moan and whine, all of your noises muted by his tongue pushing past your teeth and exploring your mouth as if he hadn’t ever kissed you before.

Kyle hits the right spots perfectly, his mind focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. You squirm and writhe, your arousal elevated by the way his tip tickles your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck—!” You cry out, burying your face into a pillow in an desperate attempt to muffle your sounds of delight. You just couldn’t keep quiet, no, not at all, not when he was fucking you like this. Not when he was fucking you so good.

You’re lost in a haze, a haze of satisfaction and pleasure, head empty except for thoughts of how good it felt whenever Kyle pumped into the right spots. You barely even notice his hand crawling up your scalp, fingers wrapping itself around the strands of your hair as he keeps your head buried in the comfort of your plush pillows.

He tugs on your hair, strong enough to lift your head to face him yet light enough to be barely painful, pulling your face closer to his so he could press kisses against your jawline.

Your noises of pleasure and gratification begin to crescendo as you feel yourself begin to climb to your peak, climbing to the climax as each thrust hit your g-spots perfectly. Your fingers curl around the bedsheets, gripping the fabric helplessly, feeling just so good, so satisfied with him filling your insides.

You felt whole again, like his dick was the one thing missing from the puzzle of you. Like he was the key to your soul, and sex was just the way you had to unlock your emotions.

“I’m gonna.. I’m—“

Your warning was abruptly interrupted as he pushed your head back down into the plush pillows and comforters. He knew he had to stop you from waking the kids.

“Just let it out for me, Y/N.” Kyle whispers against your skin, his voice sultry and smooth as his thrusts get deeper, harder, better.He was going to cum, and so were you.

Then, it happens.

You scream incoherently, screaming into the plush fluff of the pillows, screaming with pure delight. Indulgence crashes into you, your orgasm marking an end to your pursuit to climax. Your fingers tighten around the soft fabric, nails digging into your own palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You knew that Kyle was exceptionally good in bed; he always was. But there was something special when the two of you did it this time, something special in the way he thrust into you, something special in the way his lips pressed against yours.

Maybe that something special was the excitement of attempting to create another child.

You sigh and relax against the sheets, panting and out of breath as he releases your hair and plops down beside you, trying to catch his breath. Sweat pools beneath your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, exhaustion overcoming your senses.

“That was really nice..” You sigh heavily, pressing a tender kiss to his temple, looking down only to see that he had already dozed off, eyes shut and lips parted slightly as his soft breaths hit your skin.

Tonight was a night you knew you’d never forget.