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#pls i am having so many emotions
hilariousben · 1 year
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Today we celebrate one of the greatest top-combros to ever top-combro🌸💕
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ReiMai Forever
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undefeatablesin · 1 year
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ALTAR 🩸: PAGE 1 / ?
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benetnvsch · 1 year
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maybe you could draw kunikida with flowers in her hair if you wanted maybe sorry fjdjsh
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I am so perfectly normal about this idea (<-lies and deception)-
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sixofravens-reads · 4 months
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okay after DNFing Winter's Orbit and going through like a daylong "I just don't want to read anything" crisis, I'm going to start The Copper Crown tonight. I've seen it described as "the fae in space" and that sounds like the kind of weirdness that might make my brain happy right now.
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warlordfelwinter · 2 years
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can’t continue the msq until this evening so i’m just manifesting a swift and successful rescue of fiver’s tiny cat husband
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tenspontaneite · 1 year
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Bruh I just got done churning out 7k of tdp fic you can't just drop such concerning s4 Callum imagery on me like this it's not polite
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candyunicornsateme · 1 year
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Anyone ever just think of random fucking dialogue and jokes and random shit between characters?? The amount of goofy ass otp banters and shit I have drafted is embarrassing. What am I going to do with that?? Make them comics or fics??? Bitch. 
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deosilplanarglitches · 6 months
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Reason #345734 why I don't tell my mom shit.
Her pain and suffering is the only kind she cares about, and she'll play stupid games with me like ghost me for 3+ weeks after a minor surgery, just to make sure I'm worried enough about her life to check, so she "has permission" to start in with the talking my ear off about her problems without boundaries or preamble. She won't know shit about my issues til after they're over (if she hears about them at all) bc she never asks a damn thing about my life, and literally only ever leaves room for herself and her feelings in any equation literally ever and then peaces tf out like. Bitch I'm permanently disabled and in a degenerative spiral that's gonna last my whole fkn life, and you're still bitching about yourself? Wanting me to cater to your emotions when you haven't even spared a CRUMB of consideration in return?
FUck all the way off.
Should have known that if she had died or sth bad happened, I'd have heard something right away. After 30+ yrs of her pulling the "yeah my kid tried to kill themself for the 7th time, but have you asked ME how hard it is to raise them doing the nothing I have been, bc I still don't know them as a person at all or even try to? Where's the compassion?!" shit... you'd think I would know better, but my compassion gets me fucked over YET AGAIN.
If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty.
Back to no contact.
Let the bitch suffocate if she can't self soothe.
#idk how many chances she's gonna get in this life and she's still playing stupid games with my fkn emotions and banking stupid ass prizes#frfrfr every “nice” thing she does is usually laced with something she knows damn well I hate so she can use my reactions against me bc#she just wants to have a nice peaceful time throwing me a bday party i didnt want with cake i don't like and getting butthurt when i don't#lie to her face and spare her feelings and literally replace my own boundaries with hers instead#wonder where I got the minimization of my own problems from hhhhhhh bitingbitingbiting#this shit is why it took over a decade to even get the autoimmune diagnoses i needed to understand why i was infirmed half my fkn life but#noooo she's gotta make everything about her#i never get a “hi how are you” just months of no contact followed by all her drama in a full discography without even checking to make sure#i'm in a space to be carrying all that shit#which as a chronically ill and fatigued person it's just courteous to ask before you dump shit on them if you know they're gonna be tired?#it costs zero dollars to check on someone before you dump every article of your dirty laundry on them and throw a pity party without consen#i can also be guilty of venting too but ffs at least i check in on my vent friends if i go too hard and try and keep shit stirring to a min#nvm the last time i told her anything it was to say i got those diagnoses and actually have medical reasons for my permanent exhaustion#and she turned it into a fkn competition!!!!!!!!!!#this bitch only cares about herself it literally doesn't matter if she's well or sick it's all about her and what she wants out of it#never once did i get anything to the degree of 'what would you like to happen/where are your boundaries here' bc she doesn't fkn care#so i am done giving her the grace she doesn't need and hasn't yet earned back bc i'm not putting her needs before mine again fuck that#fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck this shit i'm out~#vent rant#pls ignore
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yuukimiyas · 8 months
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eeep!! i got v exciting/nervy news today & i am!! v happy but also so v scared!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა
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deityofhearts · 9 months
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at this point I have so much like trauma and paranoia around love, being loved and loving others. like I want to be loved but I also can’t fully believe or accept that anyone would possibly love me or that they won’t get tired of me and stop loving me especially given the reason that it’s traumatic in the first place like, even knowing why I’m like this does nothing to make things any better or easier to deal with. That said I do want to be loved I want to love people but it just gets hard for me to not let my insecurities get in the way and make it harder for me to maintain relationships and cause me to hurt other people because of it, I want to think I’m getting better in that I’m at least trying not to hurt others because of how I feel but like idk, it’s a whole thing
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lveclouds · 10 months
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i am going through a major book hangover rn 
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javierpena-inatacvest · 2 months
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Cramps
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Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.
Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes
A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u
Bitchy. 
You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate. 
You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also  warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for. 
What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period. 
 Your cycle had  been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag. 
Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military. 
Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it. 
So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response. 
“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood. 
“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration. 
“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.” 
For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man. 
Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work. 
You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband. 
“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending. 
“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee 
Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.  
You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie. 
“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!” 
At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath. 
“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-” 
“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.” 
“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door. 
“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway. 
But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it. 
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You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood. 
Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.
Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear. 
Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants. 
Your period had come.  
In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie. 
“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ” 
It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply. 
“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.” 
Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first. 
“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.” 
You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply. 
“Thank you. You’re the best.” 
“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘” 
“Oh shut up, meanie.” 
“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙
“Love you too. 🤍” 
Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way. 
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Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch. 
As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband. 
“Frankie? Babe, are you home?” 
Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest. 
You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace. 
“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you. 
“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-” 
“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse. 
“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem. 
“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.” 
“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.” 
“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”   
“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.
“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him. 
As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you. 
As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you. 
“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza. 
“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-” 
Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?” 
“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?” 
“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.” 
“I think I can make that happen.” 
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About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest. 
“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy. 
Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth. 
“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you. 
“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core. 
“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you. 
“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices. 
Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period. 
But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man. 
“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths. 
“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.” 
Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds. 
With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt. 
“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot. 
Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool. 
“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over. 
Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue. 
Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name. 
“Frankie, holy fuck.” 
“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could. 
“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.” 
Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt. 
“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace. 
“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over. 
Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him. 
Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity. 
Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him. 
“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate. 
“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word. 
“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.” 
Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there. 
“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did. 
“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.” 
You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in. 
“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.” 
That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you. 
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high. 
With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.  
“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss. 
“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss. 
“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight. 
“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.” 
“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”
“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”
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Please please please I am in desperate need of Astarion comforting Tav.
Like Tav is always comforting everyone else, but there is never anybody to hold their hand when they are scared or hug them when they are sad. Please let them be scared. Let them be sad, let them be vulnerable and let them feel their own emotions.
Tav needs a hug :,)
a/n. no you're so right because I AM ALWAYS OPEN TO TAV LOVE!!!!! This ended up a lot more fluffy and lighthearted than I expected but I hope that’s okay! :) also this is not proofread pls excuse me for the grammar errors that are definitely in here.
You don’t mind helping others, really. You don’t mind guiding Shadowheart to escaping her evil goddess, you don’t mind finding a way to aid Gale’s ticking time bomb, and you don’t mind spending hours in battle to find a piece of infernal iron for Karlach. It’s natural after all, because they’re your precious companions.
But it’s also made the thought of being something else—the one being comforted—more shameful than anything.
It was just a bad day, honestly. Bits of your life being pricked at with needles. The whole week had been hellish, but today seemed to be bent on finally wiping you clean. A battle going wrong, the lake freezing over and preventing you from taking a bath, the pot of soup you were in charge of burning to cinders—they’re all small, but they add up. And when you find that your favorite pair of gloves are splitting at the seams, it’s your final straw.
You stumble into your tent, barely holding back tears as you close the flap shut behind you, signaling that you wanted to be alone. You collapse into your bedroll, face first as even the blanket beneath you isn’t enough to cushion you against the hard floor.
Gods.
You squeeze your eyes shut, begging your tears to leave. The others have a lot more problems at the moment—ones that wager between life and death—but you can’t help the overwhelming burst of emotions you’ve kept bottled in for weeks now. So many bad things are happening, but there’s no time for you to mourn, because the least you can do is stand beside your companions in their own grief. It forces you to constantly stay alert, keeping your heart open for them but shut closed for yourself.
It’s so, so overwhelming. It almost feels like it’ll swallow you whole.
“Are you alright, darling?”
You hadn’t even heard him entering the tent, and immediately your shoulders tense as you shoot up into a sitting position, wiping desperately at your eyes. You know they’re red, but you hope he ignores it. “No, I’m just tired. I’m turning in early for tonight, sorry.”
He stares at you, making his suspicion blatantly obvious to urge you to continue but you don’t, forcing your eyes to the ground. “No need to be sorry, my love. I was just making sure.”
You want to throw yourself into him. To let him hold you as you complain about the more mundane parts of life as well as the feelings wracking the sobs of your chest. To let him soothe you as all you can do is cry.
But you don’t. It’s just not what you do.
“Pity, these pretty things of yours,” he lifts your gloves that had been discarded on the ground with a cock of a brow. “I quite liked them. But…they don’t seem to be at a complete loss yet.”
You finally look at him.
“Why it just needs a bit of stitching and some polish. It’ll look even better than it did before with my handiwork,” he inspects the fabric closely. “Hm, I was finished with fixing Karlach’s shirt anyway, I suppose I could spare some time for your gloves.”
Despite his words, his eyes are gentle as they shift over to you, and it makes your lip quiver.
“I’ll ask again,” he says softly, and you know it’s an effort in vain to resist. “Are you alright?”
Like a river breaking through a dam, you fling yourself into him, tears already slipping down your cheeks as they smear against his shirt. You worry about the snot for a split second, yanking away, but he just pushes your head back to him, sighing with you practically wrapped on top of him.
“You should have told me before things had gotten this bad, my love,” he says, no true judgment laced in his words. If anything, he sounds amused. It makes you cry even harder as you wail loudly into his chest, with his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.
It’s like a breath of fresh air.
“Would you like to talk about it?” He asks eventually after what seems like eternity, and your sobs have calmed to sniffles.
“…not now.”
“Very well,” he laces his fingers with yours, and you tilt your head up just enough to see the fond smile stretching on his lips. “I shall remain here until you’re ready. Until then, I have no quarrels with our current arrangement.”
You mumble against him as he lifts your knuckles to his lips. “…thank you for this.”
“You needed this,” he replies, as if it’s obvious. “I’m not you, of course, which is why comfort is not my strong suit, as charming as I am. I much prefer blowing off steam in a bloody battle, but this—“ he runs a hand through your hair, gentle enough not to pull at any strands. You resist the need to sigh into the feeling. “—this, I can do as many times as you need.”
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AFTER HOURS; JAKE SIM
TRACK 37; you're it for me
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authors note! ok so it's a lil shorter than I wanted but this is all I had time for atm I'm so super sorry, I hope u like it regardless! I'll reply to asks soon i promise, ilyasm n thanku for being so understanding atm! hopefully things will be back to normal for me in a few days! reblogs n feedback appreciated + small soft smut warning! also unedited so pls excuse mistakes! 🌟
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For once, it was silent between you and Jake. You’d gone to Jake’s in the evening, awkwardly toeing off your shoes at the door and following him into his living room. You’d sat on that couch so many times over the last few months, sharing food and watching movies together.
But now, sitting only a few inches away from Jake, you felt miles apart. You weren’t touching each other, you weren’t wrapped up in each other’s arms, you hadn’t even kissed each other when you arrived at his door, which is something you always did. Being with Jake in that moment, you had never felt more alone in his company. There was a wall between you, and you were waiting for him to break it down.
“I’m sorry YN,” Jake finally said, you’d ordered food and it was on its way. Jake broke the awkward silence first, his hands were picking at the fabric of one of the cushions on his couch. “I know now that I was acting selfishly, I wanted to help you out but I just made it worse by not listening to your wishes. I was so wrapped up in wanting him to get karma for what he did that I didn’t think about the repercussions for the both of us. I hope you know how sorry I am.”
“I know Jake,” you sighed, tucking your feet up on the couch and turning your body to face him. That tiny gesture had Jake relaxing significantly, it was almost a confirmation to him that you were willing to forgive him. “And I understand your perspective too, even if I don’t agree with it. I’m not mad you went to see Eunseok, in fact now I’m so glad you did because I have my belongings back. But you put yourself and me in the public eye again, you know everyone is watching you all the time, it was irresponsible to do that. And now people are speculating about my identity, as they have been doing for a while now, and that scares me a lot.”
Jake nodded as you spoke, listening to your point of view intently, “I get that darling, I’m sorry I put you in this situation. I forget how many eyes are on me now, I’m still not used to it and I honestly didn’t think.”
You looked up at him instead of focusing on his hands, he looked sincere. Jake was never someone who was able to hide his emotions easily, and in that moment he looked exhausted and upset with himself.
“I seem to be making a lot of mistake recently,” he continued. “And I hope you can forgive those mistakes, and I hope you know that they’re never intentional. I did this because I like you so much and I wanted to protect you, I wanted to give that piece of shit at least a fraction of the hurt that he gave to you. But by doing that, I hurt you more. And I’ll always be sorry for that. The main thing I’m sorry for is that you got hurt from this situation, and even if you forgive me, I won’t forgive myself for that.”
“Jake,” you took his hands in yours. “I forgave you already, I did a lot of thinking on my own and talked to my friends a lot about it. I know you’d never purposely hurt me, and that’s all I needed to remember.”
A grin spread across Jake’s face at your words, “you do?”
You squeezed his hands, mirroring his smile with your own. It felt like a weight had lifted off both of your shoulders. Although you were mad before, you felt better now and so much happier knowing that you could move past it. Jake lifted your hands, pressing a kiss to the back of your knuckles as he had done so many times before.
“Thank you pretty girl, thank you so much,” he kissed your skin again. “I know I have a lot to make up for, but I hope you know how much you really mean to me. I never wanted to hurt you like that, and I never will hurt you like that again. I promise, I’ll never do anything behind your back ever. You’re it for me baby, you’re the most important person to me.”
“You’re it for me too Jake,” you mumbled, something similar to love bubbled up in your stomach and you knew it was too soon to tell him that but it was there. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at him, you didn’t have it in your to be angry at him anymore.
Jake leant forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips for the first time that night. It felt like ages since you’d last felt his lips on yours, your mouth chasing his as you kissed him back a few times.
“Can I ask you something baby?” Jake asked, running his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. It was a subconscious habit that never hesitated to make you feel comfortable and content. Being with Jake made you feel like that.
“Go for it,” you replied, leaning forward to kiss him quickly, a smile on his lips when you pulled back.
“I know we’ve been dating for a little while now, and I know that some of that time has been shit for us because of my actions,” he began, eyes scanning your face. “But I’m tired of not being able to call you mine, I want to be able to show you off to my friends and I want to be able to be content in knowing that you’re with me.”
“What are you trying to say Jake?” You asked.
Jake took a breath, it was a little shaky when he exhaled, “I want to know if you’ll be my girlfriend YN. Nothing is going to change between the two of us, and I don’t want it to change because I like how we are. But I just want to be able to call you my girlfriend, I want to be able to say to my friends that I can’t hang out because I’m visiting my girlfriend. And most importantly, you deserve to have that label, you don’t deserve to be just anyone. I want you to feel confident in our relationship, I want you to be happy and comfortable. So if you’re ok with it, I’d love for you to be my girlfriend.”
“Oh Jake,” you mumbled, eyes a little teary. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, more than anything. I know the last week was hard, but if anything it’s brought me closer to your now and made me realise just how much you mean to me. Being able to call you my boyfriend would make me the happiest girl in the world.”
“Fuck,” he sighed. “God you make me so unbelievably happy baby, I’ve honestly never felt like this before. You’re the first girl I’ve ever asked that question too, and you’re the only girl I ever want to ask that too. You’re the one angel, completely and wholeheartedly.”
You couldn’t help the giddy giggles that left your lips, your hands leaving his to wrap around his neck and tug him close to you, “you’re the one for me too Jake, now please kiss me.”
Jake laughed, “anything for my girlfriend.”
He pulled you closer until you were in his lap, his hands on your waist as his lips met yours. You smiled against him, letting Jake take control of the kiss as usual. His tongue pushed past your lips, swirling into your mouth and against your own. You reciprocated just as intensely, nipping at his lips with your teeth when he pulled back for a second.
“Shit YN,” Jake groaned, fingers gripping your skin through your shirt. “Look at you, my pretty little girlfriend. You’re so gorgeous.”
You blushed softly at his words, burying your face in his neck to hide it. You could feel his laugh through his chest, the gentle rumbling making you smile. You pressed a few kisses to his neck, moving down to his collarbones slowly. Jake took in a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on you as his eyes fluttered closed gently.
“Baby,” he mumbled, nudging your head up to look at him again. He leant forward to kiss you a few times, hands falling to your thighs instead. “Can I try something?”
You raised an eyebrow at him, confused, “try what?”
Jake pushed his hands up your thighs until he reached your hips, gripping them harshly, “want to make you feel good darling, do you trust me?”
A whine bubbled up in your throat, spilling past your lips, “please Jake, want that so bad.”
He swore under his breath at your begging, hands adjusting to hold you properly, “alright baby, just sit there and let me do all the work, ok? Promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Ok Jaeyun,” you replied, using the name you hadn’t called him in a while. His hands on your hips pushed your gently, setting a slow grinding pace against his crotch. The moment he started, you felt a spike of arousal shoot up your core. Your hands fell to Jake’s shoulders, holding tightly to keep yourself from keening over.
“How does that feel pretty girl?” Jake mumbled, leaning forward to kiss your lips gently, “tell me how it feels.”
He pushed your hips down against him tighter, feeling how his cock had hardened in his sweatpants just from a little kissing and grinding. It was crazy how bad you wanted him, and it was mind numbing to see just how much Jake wanted you too.
“Feels so good Jae,” you whined, gripping his shirt. You were embarrassed at how close you were already. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it,” Jake replied, moving your hips faster. “Such a good girl for me, I want you to cum just from this, ok? You think you can manage that baby?”
“Shit,” you sighed, his words pushing you so close to the edge. “I’m close Jae, please. Can I cum?”
“Oh fuck,” Jake squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his own orgasm approaching quickly as he felt the heat of your arousal starting to soak his sweatpants. “Wait for me darling, want us to cum together, ok?”
You nodded, not trusting your voice as you did your best to stave off your orgasm for another few seconds. Jake squeezed your hips tight, his grip so tight that you knew it would bruise. You could feel his own hips pushing up towards yours, cock twitching with the need to release.
“Shit, fuck baby, cum for me,” Jake groaned, forehead pushing against your shoulder. “Cum for me YN, need to hear you baby.”
That’s all you needed, your orgasm tumbling over you as your hips had a mind of their own, moving against his grip to push down on him. You felt Jake cum, his sweatpants soaked and ruined with both of your releases but neither of your cared much. You were too wrapped up in one another to worry about that.
You dropped your own head to his shoulder, kissing through his shirt there, “fuck Jae, made me feel so good. I’ve never cum like that before.”
You once again felt Jake’s laugh rumble through him, your boyfriend turning his head to press a kiss into your hair, his hands wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him regardless of the sticky mess between you two. You didn’t want to move from that position, finally basking in the feeling of being Jake’s official girlfriend. He kissed your head again, lingering his lips there as he mumbled, “I guess we’ve both had a first today then.”
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fellshish · 7 months
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drop your favorite good omens fics pls babe
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I’ve only just dipped my toes into the fandom so i haven’t read NEARLY enough to make anything that one could call a rec list but oops my finger slipped
Here’s a hilarious short fic i just read where aziraphale and crowley confess to each other but they both think the other is talking about a different demon / different angel
These post s2 bad communication fics are shamefully underappreciated and deserve more kudos and comments
Ohhh this little delicious fic where crowley pretends he doesn’t care about a fallen aziraphale to save him in hell
Yes i AM one of the ten thousands of people who have read and loved the crowley therapy fic
Aziraphale takes crowley on dates but misunderstandings ensue omg this fic deserves so many more readers
This fic is pure poetry i’m telling you the writing… omg. Beautiful retirement aziraphale and crowley forever rec
I canNOT stop thinking about this loophole sex fic which is SO tender and SO emotional and all the things. All. The. Things.
People please reblog or comment with more recs i really wanna read more but i don’t know where to start. Self recs are allowed btw. In fact i should mention my third wheeling jesus fic
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reader: female anatomy, gender neutral descriptors and nicknames, no pronouns used
tw/cw: nsfw - mdni!, playful bickering (?), degrading, a bit irritated Veritas, slight dumbification, vaginal fingering & p in v penetration, no protection (wrap it before you tap it pls), creampie
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Veritas trying to teach you math as a form of love language while incorporating some other things until one of you loses focus...and the other loses patience. Is he a bit of a sore loser who would fuck you while doing math stuff? Yes he is, but we love him <3
(I need him carnally, it's not even a joke...so many thoughts rn, but I kept this one tame :D)
dividers by @/cafekitsune
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• Dr Ratio • Focus & Patience •
Teaching and sharing knowledge was Veritas' love language. 
The worst love language that a genius like him could have, if you were being honest. Sometimes you thought that his idea of a love language was actually him simply feeding his own ego and boosting the love towards himself. Right now, you think it's a torture for something you've done terribly wrong in your past life.
"Are you even listening to me?" he asks sharply, distracting you from much more important and interesting thoughts than math.
"Now I am.." you slur the words as you rest your chin on your hand. Your eyes scream boredom as your lips turn into a thin line, not even trying to hide genuine disinterest you were feeling. Veritas bites down a few nasty words he would throw your way before he speaks up again.
"Do you have any idea how important this is?" his tone is so serious as he shows you the problem he was solving.
"Nope. Never cared, never will. Come on Veritas, you know math hardly sparks my interest!" you whine, spreading your arm on the table to serve you as a pillow.
He scoffs as he gives you a sharp gaze. You return the gaze, however to his misfortune, yours is as disinterested as ever. 
"You are worse than a child, at the very least, they have curiosity which is deserving of respect." he says in a stern tone, his gaze still filled with determination to persuade you.
"And you are like a child, whining just like one." you roll your eyes at him, sighing in boredom.
He remains silent and you look at him for a few moments, his eyes holding some sort of indescribable emotion that makes your foolish heart soft.
"Ugh, fine! But this is the last time." you note in a serious tone, earning a soft smile from Veritas. 
"It certainly is." he nods as he opens his arm, gesturing to you to sit on his lap. Without giving it much thought and without addressing his previous sarcasm, your body simply follows, adjusting yourself on top of him. He slowly wraps one of his arms around your waist and tummy as he uses the other one to point at things as he explains them.
You have no idea how much time has passed, slightly readjusting on his lap from time to time as he keeps explaining stuff you will never think about ever again. At some point, he gives you the pen, encouraging you to try and solve one of the problems by yourself. His hand rests besides yours that was writing with slight hesitancy, but you were trying your best. His arm that was wrapped around you tightens just a bit as his thumb starts drawing small circles on your hip.
"That would be much hotter if we were playing billiards or something, ya know? In this setting, it's kinda lame." you say playfully, following with a soft chuckle.
"The only thing that is lame is your pea-sized brain that even thought of this as a form of coercion. Now, work." he says in a stern tone, earning a face of annoyance from you.
But, you keep working on the problem, even though you truly had no clue what was going on. In the meantime, Ratio slowly unwraps his arm away from your waist and slides his hand down your thigh, keeping it still for the time being.
"That's wrong." he says in his usual, semi-authoritative tone as he observes your solution to the problem.
"You knew that 10 minutes ago, should've told me then!" you raise your voice in annoyance, but he just places a soft, perhaps apologetic kiss on your shoulder.
He sneaks his hand to your inner thigh and starts drawing small circles on your skin using his thumb.
"Just try again." he whispers as his hand trails up your inner thigh, giving your flesh a few rougher squeezes in-between the tender circles.
You aren't oblivious by any means, but this stupid solution is taking up most of your focus and attention. You slightly readjust yourself on Veritas' lap, only to feel him getting harder, his cock pressing onto your ass.
What a damn loser.
He slowly moves his other hand, sneaking his thumb between your skin and your panties as well as your shorts, slightly pulling them down. You turn your head, giving him the look, but his gaze remains the same - lustful and greedy.
"Keep working." he orders in a lower tone as his other hand joins to slide down the fabrics covering your slightly leaking cunt. 
You adjust yourself, standing up for a moment, letting the fabrics fall down your legs. You sit back down, softly squirming on his lap as you continue solving the problem...or at least trying to do so.
"Good job. You got the first part correct now, can you do the rest?" he asks in a sly tone as one of his hands slides between your legs, two fingers slowly collecting the precum that was coating your inner lips.
He slowly brings his fingers up, drawing circles around your clit, just close enough to make you a bit irritated. You bite down on your bottom lip, genuinely trying to solve the issue, but with no much fruition.
"Perhaps you need a little reward for doing the first part correctly..., it might motivate you further." he whispers, kissing the nape of your neck as the two of his fingers finally begin to circle on your clit, earning a few soft gasps of yours.
"How am I supposed to work like this?" you whisper in a slightly trembling tone as your pussy clenches around nothing.
"Think of it as...mental gymnastics of a sort." his tone reveals no sympathy for you whatsoever as he continues circling over your clit, enjoying the way your body twitches from time to time. 
You roll your eyes as another barely audible gasp leaves your lips, continuing your work. His fingers move slowly enough for you to make some room for concentration, but as soon as Veritas notices that the problem is taking a bit too much of your attention, he speeds up, earning a guttural moan of yours. Your pussy leaks more, the emptiness starting to feel slightly painful.
You can't see his face, but you can sense the satisfaction that he was experiencing for messing you up like this. Although, it's only the beginning.
"You are on the right track." he whispers behind you in a low tone as his fingers trail down, teasing your entrance.
You bite down a moan, a soft muffled whimper escaping your throat as he slides two of his fingers inside your needy cunt, moving them in and out of you at a slow, agonizing pace.
He lets out a mellow sound of satisfaction of his own upon feeling your wet cunt clenching around him as he keeps stretching you out.
Your hips begin slowly rolling in and out, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as he curls them up, pressuring your sweet spot with every movement made. You drop the pen, focusing on riding his fingers and he lets you indulge in pleasure for just a moment. His other hand rests on your hip, gently guiding it without much pressure as soft moans slip past your lips each time his fingers reach all the right spots inside of you. He slightly spreads his thighs, spreading yours along the way, making you more sensitive to his touch and earning a louder moan of yours.
"Don't fuck yourself dumb now. Solve this and I will give you even more." he whispers, but his tone reveals certain impatience and neediness as you continue working in a perfect union.
"Promise?" you ask mindlessly as your hand searches for the pen, eyes rolled back as his fingers speed up just a bit, sending pleasurable jolts through your whole body.
"Promise. Now, focus and patience is what we need." he confirms, his tone becoming a bit more desperate as your pussy clenches tighter around his fingers.
You try to keep your unsteady gaze on the second part of the problem, mind overwhelmed with the heavy knot that was forming in your lower tummy as pleasurable heat spreads underneath your skin. With each roll of your hips, you can feel Veritas' cock getting harder and harder, an originally small wet spot growing bigger with each movement you make, mixing your own precum with his. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he speeds up his fingers even more, forcing a few louder moans out of you.
You curse under your breath, swiftly dropping the pen as your head falls back on his shoulder, hips still as he continues fucking you with his fingers in a faster pace. 
"Focus." he orders in a firm tone, but curls his fingers even more, not giving your sweet spot a single break. You let out a prolonged whimper, shaky breath making it hard to speak up.
"Don't tell me that you are so pathetic that you become a dumb little thing just from this." he continues in a firmer voice, although you notice a subtle teasing.
"Says a guy with a wet spot on his pants." you barely voice your sentence as more moans and whimpers occupy your throat, the pleasure too overwhelming.
In one quick instant, your cunt clenches around nothing, a loud gasp escaping your lungs as your chest hits the table in front of you. A rush of excitement goes through your body, making you needier.
"Who do you think you are?" his tone is low as he leans in, towering over your bent body, lips gently brushing over your earlobe.
"You should lick it clean since you are the one who made it in the first place.."
"Or should I just fuck you dumb since you serve no other purpose in your current state of mind?" his tone is awfully low, but firm, sending shivers up your spine. You remain silent, so Veritas makes a decision for you. A decision that you already saw coming, but he doesn't have to know that.
You can hear the zipper going down and the fabric rolling down his legs. You lay your head on the side, watching his irritated gaze as you feel him align his cock with your pretty leaking cunt. You give him a soft smile, almost feeling victorious for whatever reason, but your mouth quickly turns agape as a guttural and strained moan escapes your lungs once he swiftly slides his cock inside of you. He lets out a louder grunt as his hands fall onto your hips, pressing them into the table. He quickly picks up the pace, sliding his cock in and out of you in a swift and deep manner, stretching you out while reaching the sweetest and furthest spots inside of you.
Your fingers shakily claw on the table, filthy sounds turning your throat dry as he keeps pounding into you without a break. His grunts quickly turn into moans of his own, fingernails digging into your skin as his pelvic area slams into your ass, leaving a burning sensation behind each thrust.
"And you were doing so well...such a shame that you are a dumb little whore who only wants to get fucked." he spits out between the moans, voice a bit shaky.
Your mind feels hazy and all you manage to do is spread your legs just a bit more, greedy for deeper sensation. He quickly picks up on that, spreading your legs further using his own knee as he narrows his hips in an angle that reaches the deepest spots inside of you. You choke on your own sounds, still clawing on the table as each thrust makes your body weaker and weaker.
The burning sensation in your ass becomes even hotter as the angle of his hips changes, the speed of his thrusts making it hard for you to process every sensation that was going inside of your body.
Veritas' cock starts pulsating inside of you and your pussy clenches around him in response, earning a few soft twitches of his. He throws his head back, guttural and deep moans shamelessly slipping past his lips as he keeps you in place, the pace of his hips vigorous and precise.
An intense heat spreads beneath your skin as your thighs become shaky and weak from all the sensations. A string of saliva slips down your bottom lip, but Veritas quickly moves his hand to clean it up, his thumb brushing over the wet spot of your lip.
"How pathetic and unpresentable. Drooling like a dog." his words come out harsh, but the way his cock twitches inside of you just reveals his actual feelings about it...as always.
You roll your eyes slightly, trying to lift your hips to feel more of him if even possible, but the harsh thrusts of his own hips make it impossible for you to move. His balls slap your clit with each thrust, deepening the pleasure, but not staying long enough for you to reach your release. It makes you slightly annoyed, but the way his cock slides in and out of you in such a perfect way, reaching all of your sweet spots makes it easier not to think about it. He lets out a chain of heavy moans and gasps as your pussy tightens and relaxes around him, your eyes revealing a soft plea for him to play with your clit.
"You think you deserve it?" he asks as he leans closer to you, his chest pressing into your back, his thrusts becoming a bit shallow in the process. You nod as the knot inside of your lower tummy becomes unbearable and overwhelming, making it hard to speak or think. All you can do is tremble beneath him as your body becomes more limp with each passing second.
"I don't think you do." he whispers into your ear, a soft moan following as your cunt clenches around him, almost panicky.
A chain of weak and broken pleads slip past your lips, voice desperate and needy. He slows down his thrusts, sloppily grinding into you and slightly giving your intense build up a relief. You grind back into him, his thick cock filling you up perfectly, soft pressure and warmth building up in your cheeks from excitement and arousal.
"Please, Veritas." your tone is desperate and whiny, slightly broken as well. 
He can't help but chuckle at a pathetic, yet quite exciting sight in front of him. The sight of you like this makes his cock leak a string of precum inside of your sensitive cunt, sending tingles through your back. It also makes Veritas break easily, giving into your desire as his own release builds up more and more with every mutual grind of hips.
He slides his hand between your lower tummy and the table, the two of his fingers begin to draw small circles on your clit. You let out a gasp of relief as Veritas slightly straightens himself, chest no longer pressing into you as he quickly picks up the relentless pace from before. 
The room fills up with a mixture of both of your moans and whimpers as he keeps pounding into you without a break while his fingers move in a slower manner, creating a perfect balance. Your legs become unsteady and shaky as the knot inside your lower tummy becomes heavier and heavier, the first waves of your orgasm washing over you in short and quick spams.
His cock twitches more, applying more pressure to your g-spot as he slides his cock in and out of you, making your pleasure overwhelming. You let out dry moans as his fingers keep up the slow pace opposed to his cock, making your pussy leak more around him. He lets out breathy moans and whimpers, cock pulsating as he edges closer to his own release.
Your hand shakily grabs the edge of the table as Veritas keeps up his pace, narrowing his hips just a bit more to send you over the edge. You feel intense warmth spread beneath your skin as you become lightheaded, loud gasps and moans escaping your lungs as the knot inside your tummy finally unravels. Veritas mutters a few curse words as your cunt pulsates and twitches around him, his fingers becoming shaky on your clit as your orgasm reaches its peak.
He lets out a sharp groan, gasping quickly afterwards as he reaches his own release, a thick whip of cum spreading inside of you. Your eyes roll back as your eyebrows furrow in unbearable pleasure, legs barely keeping you up as your orgasm slowly melts away. Veritas moves his fingers away from your clit, hand quickly pressing your lower back into the table as he rides out his own orgasm, thrusts messy yet quick.
A few moments pass and he finally slows down completely, remaining still inside of you as his breathing remains erratic and heavy. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your body from the intensity, gradually becoming a bit sleepy from everything.
Veritas, however, has a different idea as he pulls you by your hips, cock softening inside of you as he sits back on the chair and placing you on his lap...just like that. You squirm a bit as his cum slowly slides down your sensitive cunt, mind hazy and ready for a good nap. However...
"Now, the second part of the problem." he breathes heavily, yet there is a seriousness in his tone.
"Are you kidding me?!"
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