#prompt-nonny

[lovlidollie]

https://x.com/yourscompIetely/status/1741447734631010361

this looks sm like rafe to me holy fuck😭 anyways just thinking about rafe eating reader out

(p!link !!!)

rafe is an eater !!!! he is an eater and he eats pussy !!!! he likes to take time with it, he could literally spend hours just licking n sucking at your pretty cunt. it’s like he’s in a different headspace when he does it, his eyes glaze over and they only focus on the delicious meal sitting in front of him. if you try close your legs or shy away he bites your clit. actually bites it and sends you the dirtiest glare he can muster. sometimes he’ll slap your thigh or slap your pussy if that doesn’t work. doesn’t care if you’re crying from overstimulation or if you need a break; he’s going until he physically can’t anymore.

just imagine him coming home from a party, high out of his mind with that dopey smile he gets whenever he’s around you. you’re in bed wearing tiny sleep shorts n a pretty cami when he comes in, shrugging off his jacket. he’d crawl onto the bed, responding to your ‘hello’ with a soft noise, strong arms reaching forward to pry your thighs apart. at your affronted yelp rafe would roll his eyes n slur a “shuddup — nee’da spen’ some time w’my pussy.” n then he dives right in, pulling your shorts to the side to lap at your sticky folds. honestly believe that man would sleep in pussy if he could 🤷‍♀️

on the other hand though … i don’t think he usually gives head. yeah, he’s fucking good at it, but he generally saves it for special occasions, when you’ve been so good that he has no reason not to reward you. dangles it over your head all the time to try get you to behave, n once you’ve proved to him you deserve it, you’re in for the time of your fucking life.

[glossykissies]

clark and his gf who’s all sad because her friends keep ditching her and he’s trying to make her feel better.

love you so much on both blogs!

i like this as bsf!clark who’s in love with you so he hangs out with you and all your girl friends and is basically apart of your group — just so he can be near to you.

you’d planned a girls night, and clark was fine with that because… well, he had stuff to do around the barn anyway. you’d been excitedly rambling about it all week — buying facemasks, ordering pizza and pulling out the best girly romcom dvds to ensure a perfect night… until they all cancelled.

you were a sweet, sensitive soul who didn’t take well to disappointment, so clark’s heart sank when the phone rang, your best friend picking up only to be met with your snivels.

“look, hey, don’t cry — i’ll come over, okay?” he coo’s, his natural instinct being to coddle you and just hope it didn’t come off as patronising. you usually seemed to like it.

“what— what about the barn? ‘said you were busy with it tonight—”

“ah, the barn can wait.” he blows it off. you can’t see him but you know he waved his hand as he said it as if to convince you even more of its unimportance. “my old man’ll understand. he thinks you’re a total angel. infact i think he’d be more mad at me if i didn’t go to see you.”

you sniff, twiddling pathetically with the phones curly wire. “well… if you’re sure…”

“completely sure. i’ll be over there as fast as i can.”

clark was a little too excited, having to convince himself not to use his super speed.

he didn’t expect you to be so upset however, ending up beside you on the couch with a hand on your back as you cried. he knew it would be rude to ask if your emotions had anything to do with your menstruation cycle, he wanted to slap himself for even thinking of it — but he wondered if that had a part to play.

“i just feel like i always put in effort with people but there’s always something more important.” you rant, swiping beneath your eyes in frustration. clark shuffles closer, tentatively placing a hand on your back.

“mhm?” he urges you on in a gentle tone, hoping to ease you into a more relaxed mood.

“i was excited.” you pout, turning to face him — seeming to be at the end of your meltdown. he presses his lips together with a sympathetic smile.

“yeah, i figured. i mean, look at all this effort you went through setting this up.” clark validates you, lifting a hand to gesture to the way you’d decorated the living room with snacks and movie options, blankets strewn across the couch creating a comfortable atmosphere. “i suppose we’ll have to enjoy it just the two of us.” he grins, mindful of his tone — not wanting to seem like he wanted to take advantage of this situation, even if he secretly did.

“you’ll even do facemasks with me?” you let a smile slip, peering up at him through wet eyelashes. he grimaces like he’s pretending to think about it as you giggle, now being the one to shuffle closer to him.

“you gonna put cucumbers on my eyes?”

“oh yes, the full spa experience.” you tease, and clark can’t help but reach up and brush the final tear off your cheek with a fond smile. you lean happily into his hand, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i’m lookin’ forward to it.”

clark effortlessly takes your mind off things, a natural at distracting you with dumb dad jokes, debating over pizza toppings and lastly making silly observations about the rom-com you’d landed on.

you’re sleepy — clark had noticed you always got sleepy after eating a big meal, and after tearing through copious amounts of pizza you’d allowed yourself to lay on his chest, tired eyes glued to the screen as he strokes your back, afraid to even breathe wrong incase you come to your senses and crawl off him.

you couldn’t help it, he was just so big and warm — it would be a waste for him to take up all that space and for you not to use it. you figured you were close enough to cuddle anyway, thigh cocked up in a half straddle on his lap, sleepily giggling at a point he made.

“i just don’t get why the main love interest is being played by a forty year old.” he shrugs and you chortle harder against him.

“y’so warm.” you muse out of nowhere, drunk on tiredness. it had to be nearing 2am at this point; and you’d totally let your guard down. you feel his heart skip a beat against your ear.

“uh— really? oh, well… thanks. i think?”

“s’a good thing clarkie.” you shift until you’re looking up at him, faces inches away, body to body. clark licks his lips, brows furrowed slightly as tries (and fails) not to glance at your mouth. “thank you for hanging out with me.”

“y—eah.” he rasps, voice breaking at the low volume. he clears his throat, and you take an extra second longer to look at him before dropping your head back down, body getting heavier over the minutes that pass as you slowly succumb to sleep. clark stays awake, unable to sleep a wink, too consumed by the feeling of you on top of him.

[scealaiscoite]

fantasy setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a darkened apothecary illuminated only by the light somehow being emitted by the many bottles and jars lining the walls

²⁾ the banquet hall of a nobleman’s sprawling estate, in the throes of a lavish ball attended by everyone in the townland

³⁾ at a healer’s cabin in the dead of night, overwhelmed by adrenaline and the scent of countless tinctures and remedies as they’re applied

⁴⁾ the last imperial guardpost before crossing into enemy lands

⁵⁾ a run-down inn in the middle of nowhere, half reclaimed by the woodlands around it

⁶⁾ a lake set deep into the mountains with something sinister lurking beneath the surface

⁷⁾ the first port in a new land after weeks at sea trying to get there

⁸⁾ the highest turret in the royal family’s castle on a wintery morning

⁹⁾ the war council’s planning room, the morning after a bloody defeat

¹⁰⁾ an alchemist’s workshop

¹¹⁾ the stables just before daybreak

¹²⁾ the impromptu camp that the leader of the journey had to be begged into allowing after everyone else grew exhausted from being on the road all day

¹³⁾ the army barracks before a battle

¹⁴⁾ the last altar of a dying god’s religion

¹⁵⁾ the empress’s chambers, trussed up in nothing more than silken bedsheets and the morning sunshine

¹⁶⁾ the bedside of an old mentor, right before the end

¹⁷⁾ on the wrong end of a traitor’s sword

¹⁸⁾ a beast’s underground lair, alone and unarmed

¹⁹⁾ the thick of the enemy’s encampment, shackled and unrepentant

²⁰⁾ the mage’s quarters, having seen something there’s no worldly explanation for

²¹⁾ the armoury in the late hours of the night, stinking of polish and tears

²²⁾ in the throne room of the imperial citadel with an ulterior motive

²³⁾ by the scholar’s side in the library, eager for a little more than knowledge

²⁴⁾ an alehouse in the dead countryside, hoping not to be found

²⁵⁾ the executioner’s platform seeking for just one face in the crowd

[thepinkprincesss]

reader who's having such a bad day and just needing jj, and then he comes in through her window and completely babies her

you were genuinely having a bad day. first, you'd been ditched by kiara after your agreement of taking a day to yourselves to get a manicure. secondly jj— your boyfriend made it clear you weren't his first priority, well he didn't technically say it that way but he didn't have to say it, thirdly— all your friends were stuck on an old tale that promised gold and now all that mattered to them was that, before you could even grasp the hangouts where you all enjoyed each others presence or the random adventures vanished in the blink of an eye. fourthly— all the people whom you desired to spend the day with were focused on gold and were neglecting you like some runt of the litter.

you were originally invited to tag along in their little treasure hunt but you'd passed on it, the beaming sun and knowing they'd be using the twinkie for transportation is what sealed the deal with your final answer. you weren't going to be in the back of the twinkie with sticky skin and a horrible attitude— the outcome of that would be an outburst, yes you wanted some attention but not that kind of attention where the pogues acted and felt like they were walking on egg shells around you.

and fifthly, all that lead you to be in a crybaby mood— you'd been ditched by kiara, ditched by your own boyfriend, tossed to the side like one of the randoms at school who sit at a table full of people who think their irrelevant and just nod whenever they add their two-cents in.

you'd been in bed mostly struggling to nap, either the sun kept shimmering in your eyes or you just couldn't get into a curled up position where you were comfortable— usually you'd rely on the youtube lullabies or your boyfriend to doze off but you had neither.

you rubbed your eyes, sitting up into a sleepy position as you listened to the small repeated pattern of knocking once more before opening the window. “jj, what are you doing here?” you yawned, your eyes barely able to adjust to the light from outside flooded into the room. he chuckled from outside, that lopsided smile pulling at his lips as he looked at your tired form. “aw, did i wake you up, baby?” he coos, placing his hands on the windowsill as he leans against them, the muscles in his arms flexing.

you weren't in a mood for fun and jokes— if that weren't evident on your face you didn't know what would give jj to get the hint. your pout that pulled at the side of your lips made you feel like the forgotten child left behind at home while the rest of the family went out and now watching them return.

you'd stepped aside to allow him to climb through, your expression anything but inviting. he climbed inside, his large frame easily maneuvering through the window as he stepped into your bedroom. he took a second to look around, as if he’d never seen your bedroom before, before his eyes fall back onto you. he could feel the lack of enthusiasm radiating off you but he chose to ignore it, instead he walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you into him. “hey princess, you alright?” he inquired, knowing exactly what it was but pretending not to.

"m'fine. just sleepy." you blankly stated, not making any effort to wrap your arms around him. you'd never realized this before— but as you inspected jj in your bedroom he appeared a lot bigger, maybe it was just his height placed in an awkward place but he'd look mesmerizing now. you had been accustomed to him comfortably shirtless in your princess bed as he tilted it, beating on your favorite plushies because he considered them competition for getting free access to you naked.

he looked down at you, his eyebrow raising with a sceptical look — you’d hardly even given him a greeting, and you were refusing to touch him. “c’mon, gimme sum love.” he pouted, gripping your waist a little tighter and pulling you even closer to him, his chest now pressed flush against yours. he moved his hand up, tilting your chin to force you to look at him as he watched your expression change at the sudden movement.

you just relaxed back into him without saying a word, nodding as you let your fingers curl back into his neck, aware that if you looked at him that the waterworks would make their entrance to your eyelids. you weren't sad, just pent up frustration— this type of situation only began to occur and you weren't sure if it kept continuing you could put up with it. yes, you can't cope without being near your man at least for an hour, you couldn't handle not being able to rest skin-to-skin with him in your pretty little princess bed every afternoon, gold could never compare to that. at least in your opinion.

he softened at your vulnerable state, knowing there was more to it than just a bad day. you usually weren’t so cold with him, you were a very touchy-feely person who demanded his attention so something was definitely going on — and you weren’t telling him what. he sighed softly, moving both his arms round your waist as he began to lightly sway your bodies from side to side in an attempt to soothe you. “c’mon, chocha, talk to me.” he murmurs against your hairline and giving your ass a pat.

still although the blonde was visibly aware of your irritation he continued on— and you couldn't keep the words locked up anymore, your shoulders immediately slumped and your bottled up frustration was bound to come out anyway, you detached yourself from the little den you'd created and prepared for your teeny outburst. "first off, i love you but you can't think shit will be sweet between us after you ditch me, second off, your lucky i don't slap the shit out of you for ditching me." you sniffle, wiping your eyes from the small amount of tears escaping your eyes.

he blinks, taken aback by your sudden burst of anger and confusion. he knows he upset you, sure, but he hadn’t realised you were upset enough to the point where you were snapping at him. “mama, i told you, i had to go. the gold — it’s real, we ain’t jus’ playin’ around here —” “yeah, and what about me, huh? you’re just gonna leave me all alone and go searching for gold?” he’s never heard you sound so pissed before, it kinda makes his heart ache. he’s definitely in unfamiliar territory when you snap at him, and he’s completely unsure of what’s going on in your head right now, but maybe even he can see where you’re coming from. he’s just… kinda ignoring it.

“well, yeah..” he retorts. “c’mon, baby, don’t be like that.” he doesn’t mean to, but he presses your back against your bed — his arms on either side of your head trapping you in, as he leans down forcing your eye contact, that usual cocky smirk now replaced with a frown. “you ain’t gonna keep your attitude with me, now, you hear me?” his voice was demanding, as his face was now only a few inches from yours.

you tried to push his biceps away but to no avail as he easily pulled you back in, you batted your eyelashes with attitude as the nonstop insults kept coming— giving him gentle shoves as you kept your hands solely by your sides and still struggled to get lose, he began using his larger body to his advantage to pull you closer — he knew you weren’t actually going to hurt him. “you’re mad at me for going with my friends? don’t be like that.” he murmurs, looking down at you. he was trying to use the soft tone that usually worked on you but something was telling him your anger wasn’t going to subside so easily.

"yeah well are your friends going to let them fuck you, are your friends going to suck your dick for you anytime you ask?"

that was the last straw for him. he’d been patient with you, taking in all you've had to say, considering it although he'd snap back but you’ve pushed it too far now. it's his turn to snap now, his hand moving from your waist to grip your chin roughly — forcing you to look at him. “shut up.” he warns, his voice now completely lacking that soft, playful tone.

your eyes widen and your quick to close your mouth, your breath catching in your throat and coming out in a little gasp as he roughly handles your face, forcing you to look at him and the suddenly cold and sharp tone was enough to have you stop dead in your bratty tracks. he leans down, his breath hot against your cheeks as he looks you dead in the eyes. “you don’t get to talk to me that way, you got that?” he spoke lowly, his face inches from yours.

the boldness you had a second ago disappeared just as you'd been pinned on your pretty princess bed, feeling intimidated and now severely little and small beneath your boyfriend on top of you— your face flushed pink due to the amount of embarrassment, feeling like a little girl being called out for her manipulation. you couldn't hold back the way your eyes grew glossy, how your dainty fists clutched together and your makeup crinkled as you furrowed your brows— you nodded repeatedly as if a pattern, making an effort to keep your eyes shut.

he noticed your body language as you squirmed underneath him — you always had a habit of acting so big and strong but crumbling as soon as he got you where he wanted. he couldn’t help but scoff as he noticed your reaction to him — it was pathetic really, the way you always seemed to crumble so easily for him. he shifted, his weight now completely pinning your body to the bed, his knees keeping your legs open on either side of him. “look at me.” he says. it was more of a command than anything.

you were quick to comply with what he asked, repointing your focus back to him as your eyelashes fluttered once opened— you couldn't help but turn your central focus on some object sitting on your shelf that suddenly became intriguing to you— in reality all you wanted was a distraction from looking at the blonde, but your eyes draw back to him.

he watched intently as your eyes darted around the room, refusing to look at him, before eventually landing on him just as he’d asked. “there we go…” he murmurs, taking his time to inspect your face. he notices how the makeup you’d applied that morning was now starting to smudge, he didn’t mind, he even found it a little endearing, and he leans his face down to brush his nose against your cheek.

he could see the desperation in your eyes, and he could also hear the pleading tone underneath all the insults you threw at him, begging him to just pay attention to you. he inhaled, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss you senseless.

you leaned into his touch, after all that's all you were longing for today other than your manicure with kiara— you allowed your hands to wander around his clothed back and back into his sandy messy hair, softly humming a soothing a scattered rhythm you'd had laying around in your head all day.

he couldn't help but soften as your soft hums filled the silence around you, your fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp. he relaxed his shoulders, closing his eyes as he exhaled. he was so tired of holding himself back. you were just too hard to resist. his hands moved from your chin, sliding down to grab your thighs instead.

you tugged at his t-shirt and jeans, if you were going to end up napping then it was usually skin-to-skin— you can't refer to a time where sleeping skin-to-skin didn't occur, you'd already been in the right choice of clothing ( a simple tank top with a pair of panties )

he let out a low chuckle, getting the gist of what you were implying. he moved, pulling away from you for a moment to discard of his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in boxers. of course, you’d always preferred to sleep with as little clothing as possible, and he couldn’t lie, he’d gotten so used to it it did feel weird sleeping any other way. this time, he'd been on bottom as you laid on top of him—

the heat of his bare skin against yours couldn't be anymore soothing to have you both dozing off. now, you were able to finally get that ounce of sleep you needed— with the just right position and the angle perfect, the cushion of your man's chest was just all right.

this is all you needed, you and your man sleeping soundly in your pretty pink princess bed.

[memepocalypse]

Waking Up Together

Waking up in the same bed by accident requested by anon!

"Oh. You're - you're still here."

"Did we fall asleep? Oh, my goodness..."

"Good morning... you're warm..."

"I haven't woken up in someone else's arms since - well - "

"I thought I was dreaming still, but here you are."

"Normally when I wake up, the other person is gone..."

"Mm, I don't want to get out of bed yet... do you?"

"I never thought I'd wake up looking at something so beautiful."

"Would you lay here with me a little longer?"

"Oh, we fell asleep... together..? They're never going to let us live this down."

"I could lay like this forever..."

"I didn't have a nightmare, that's... new."

"I dreamed you were here, and I woke up, and here you are..."

"You have such beautiful eyes... and such terrible morning breath..."

"I could never have thought that I could fall asleep next to someone ever again..."

"You didn't leave? Oh, most people... they leave."

"I'm glad you're here. I'm glad to wake up with you..."

"I know we need to get up... but..."

"Oh! Oh I was - I was holding you - I'm so sorry -"

"I'm really.. tired... is it okay if I lay down here... with you?"

"Mm, it's too nice to go anywhere. You can stay if you want..."

"I feel safe enough here with you... nothing can happen..."

"I just want to sleep, nothing else, I promise."

[avroravia]

begging you to write something along the lines of dallas fingering/rubbing reader at the dinner table/ during a movie night ect in front of darry and his wife

only if you want ofc

something about the way dbf!dallas is so composed even when his fingers are stuffed in your panties… while your dad is sitting two feet away from you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the gentle clatter of the cutlery against the plates echoed throughout your humble dining room. you ate peacefully, with dallas to your right and your parents sat across from you.

you listened as your dad talked about how hectic work was, and dallas occasionally chimed in with a small remark. too tired to pay any attention, you just ate dinner and fantasized about enjoying some long-awaited rest.

that was, until you felt dallas’ big hand cup your thigh. you let out a small squeak, drawing the attention of your dad.

“you good, honey?” he asked, voice half-concerned and half-confused.

“yeah- just got hiccups or something.” you feigned innocence, going back to your dinner like you couldn’t feel dallas’ fingertips rubbing all up on your inner thigh.

your breath hitched as you felt dallas tracing his fingers higher and higher to your upper thigh. looking up at him, you noticed how unbothered he was. dallas was eating his dinner and laughing alongside your dad like his fingers weren’t toying with the seams of your cotton panties.

eventually, after moments of relentless teasing, dallas caved. his thick fingers slipped under the soft fabric, and he ran his fingers up and down your vulva.

despite the constant fear of being caught, it didn’t occur to you to mind. with the way dallas worked his fingers, his palm rubbing on your clit while he fingered you? how could a girl complain?

regardless, the second you finished eating, you swatted dallas’ hand out of your panties and excused yourself from the table to take a quick shower before bed.

as you sat on your bed, skin soft and slightly damp from the hot water, you heard the gentle creaking of your bedroom door. looking up from your floor, you saw dallas strolling inside without a care in the world.

“dal’ are you serious?” you whisper-shouted, looking up at him with a soft pout like your panties weren’t soaked with arousal. “what is wrong with you?”

“what? c’mon, kid, you liked it…” he dismissed, looking down at you with a devilish grin. “look, i ain’t itchin’ to get caught by your old man… i was jus’ having a little fun.”

you rolled your eyes with an irritated groan, like the sight of dallas’ bulge in his grey sweatpants wasn’t making your clit throb. the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as he clicked the lock of your bedroom door shut before walking up to you.

dallas looked down at you, his hand cupping your jaw while his thumb rubbed your bottom lip. his eyes were clouded with lust, admiring the sight of you in your tiny sleep shorts and thin white tank top.

“i’ll make it up to you… ‘kay, baby?”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

“No, wait. Stay- Stay back. I need to think rationally.” “...What’s that got to do with me?” for bruce please? 🤲

“I’m weak for you.” Prompts

Sure thing nonnie! This one went a little angstier than intended, sorry 😅 the spirit moved me

Warnings: Angst that ends in fluff; no relation to The Other Half

You were trying not to completely lose your cool, but under normal circumstances, who wouldn’t be freaking the hell out?

“Oh…My god.”

“Okay,” Bruce set the helmet on his kitchen counter, raising his hands, “I know this looks bad.”

“Oh my god."

“I need you to take a deep breath—“

“Oh my god.”

“And relax—”

“Oh my god, are you kidding me?” You screeched, waving your hands to the batsuit. Bruce took another step closer, and you raised your hand to stop him. “Don’t.“

“Let’s sit down,” He took another step, and you shook your head.

“No, wait. Stay—Stay back. I need to think rationally.”

“…What’s that got to do with me?”

You shot Bruce a withering look, eyes darting between him, the suit, and the helmet. The engagement ring on your hand had never felt so heavy before, not even when he put it on your finger. Your hands curled into fists as you lowered them to your sides. Bruce’s expression was indiscernible as you took a few steps closer, then skirted around him, hurrying to the penthouse elevator.

“I’m going to—I need to clear my head,” You flubbed.

“Are you coming back tonight?”

You should’ve said yes, you knew that. This was Bruce, your Bruce, the man that you loved, but…You were suddenly questioning whether you’d ever really known the man at all. You gave a small shake of your head.

“I don’t know.”

You felt like you should apologize for it, but you couldn’t. You stepped onto the elevator, curling your arms around yourself and keeping your gaze studiously on the floor. You saw Bruce come into view just as the doors slid closed, but he made no effort to stop them from closing.

You drew in a shuddering breath as the elevator began to descend, leaning back against the wall and scrubbed your shaking hands over your rapidly heating face. You heaved in tight, nervous breaths, desperately trying to calm yourself. You pushed away from the wall as the elevator doors opened, and nearly slammed directly into someone.

“Oh—!”

“Pardon me, miss.”

You looked up to find Alfred there, his hands steadying you. He searched your face for a moment, his smile wilting.

“…He told you,” He surmised, and your stomach lurched. Of course Alfred knew.

“Not exactly,” You managed. “Excuse me.”

"Can I drive you somewhere?"

"No! No. Thank you."

Alfred gave a small nod as you stepped past him, hurrying out and into the night.

—

You both looked like shit—tired, and drawn, sitting at the opposite ends of the counter as sunlight crept into the kitchen. Neither of you were speaking as Alfred puttered around efficiently, setting mugs of coffee down for both of you before disappearing up the stairs.

“…Where’d you go?” Bruce finally asked.

“You didn’t follow me?”

“You thought I would?”

You nodded. He tipped his head to the side.

“…I considered it,” He admitted.

“Have you followed me before?”

“A couple of times, early on.”

“Why?”

“You weren’t traveling to the safest of places.”

“I was fine.”

“I know.”

“Of course you do,” You muttered.

"So?"

"Hm?"

"Where'd you go?"

"Just to a hotel." You trailed your finger along the side of the coffee mug. You didn’t feel any less flustered than you had the night before. Distance and space had helped level your head a little, but the more you’d thought about your life with Bruce, with who he truly was, your questions had multiplied.

“…Has it been you the entire time?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re not some copycat?”

“No.”

“…How can I trust that?”

“You—“

“How can I trust anything that you say now, Bruce?”

He didn’t answer, or try to justify anything, just hung his head. You were angry, sure, and you were so fucking confused, but you couldn’t just look at that hangdog expression and just sit there like a fucking statue.

You straightened up, crossing to Bruce and curling your arms around his shoulders. Bruce twisted slightly in your grasp, drawing you closer and curling his hands in your sweater. You sighed softly, pressing a kiss to his head as you gently raked your nails over the nape of his neck. The two of you held one another for a few minutes, reveling in one another’s touch.

Bruce leaned away to get a better look at you, grasping your hands. His thumb smoothed over the band of your engagement ring, and you watched relief sweep over him.

“You’re still wearing it,” He murmured.

“Mhm. Someone would have to pry it off of my cold dead—“

“Please don’t say that.”

You bit your lip. Fuck, you didn’t mean it like that.

“Sorry, baby.”

"Mm."

You sighed, grasping his chin and tipping his head up to get a good look at his face.

“…I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“I have a lot of questions.”

“I know.”

You shook your head, sighing.

“Okay,” You turned, looking around. “We’re going to bed, we’re getting some sleep, and when we get up, I’m going to interrogate the fuck out of you.”

"I'm looking forward to it."

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[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Bucktommy drunken confessions🤭🤭

Please pick up your boyfriend, Howie texts just after 2 a.m. 

Evan used his day off to help his brother-in-law assemble some furniture for Jee-Yun's new nursery – apparently, she’s outgrown her crib and is in dire need of some “big girl” room. For some reason, their DIY afternoon ended up turning into a boozy evening, and with Maddie on a shift and Howie obviously buzzed, it’s probably best to keep Evan from getting in his car. Luckily Jee-Yun is sleeping at Hen and Karen's tonight, because when Tommy arrives, her bed looks half-finished. The two men, on the other hand, look all the more done. 

Howie's hair is tousled as if Jee-Yun has driven her Barbie truck through it, but he’s tipsy at most – Tommy knows that man can drink. Evan, however… well. Evan presents a lot of his chest; his shirt is half unbuttoned like in a 70s porn – it’s a nasty comparison, but Tommy likes the view. 

“Here comes my boyfriend,” Evan croons, his cheeks flushed. 

A quick glance at the table confirms that the men have switched from beer to tequila. Tommy heaves a sigh. Evan’s not on shift tomorrow, but he’s also not used to Tequila, Tommy knows that from experience. He will have to stay with him tonight - which isn't a bad thing, of course, but there are better ways to spend your time than listen to your loved ones vomit.  

“Come on,” he says, ”I'll put you to bed.”

“Awesome, get ready for something!”

“Ew, I don't want to hear that,” Howie says, but Tommy just grins. “Don't worry, I don't think that's going to work today.”

“I don't want to hear that either!”

Tommy has a hard time getting Evan into the car and half expects him to fall asleep after he's forced him into the seatbelt. This man can sleep anywhere and in the most uncomfortable positions, and he always looks incredibly adorable. Even drunk, like now. But he doesn't fall asleep. He looks at Tommy with that amorous gaze he usually gives after other activities, and out of the blue, he goes, “Did you know that koalas are much lazier than sloths? They sleep almost 20 hours a day!”

Tommy threads his way into traffic, which is never really light even at night in L.A., replying, “No, Evan.”

“They eat eucalyptus...”

“I knew that,” Tommy interjects.

“Yeah of course, you’re clever,” he praises. “But koalas are the only mammals that can live off eucalyptus alone, it's poisonous to other animals.”

“Fascinating.”

It's not so much these random facts about koalas that he finds fascinating. It's just Evan, sitting there with that slightly glazed look on his face, completely relaxed. Knowing that he creates this relaxed atmosphere for this man, that he’s the one where he can be himself and let go… that’s a valuable treasure.

Evan goes on babbling for another fifteen minutes, including a dozen thank you’s for picking him up, and Tommy just enjoys his voice like a pleasant background noise. Every now and then he throws in something that always makes Evan's eyes light up. They’re almost to the loft when Evan says, “I love you,” in such a matter-of-fact tone, it makes Tommy almost wrench the steering wheel.

“That's lovely,” he answers, and he means it, but all he can think is tell me again when you're sober. Evan is too drunk to really understand what he has just said. It's something Tommy’s been dying to hear, something he was too afraid to say himself. 

They somehow make it into the elevator, but as they stand in front of Evan's door, Tommy has to unlock it. Evan trips over his own feet, he almost crashes into the door. Tommy just shakes his head. His back will regret it in the morning, but he shoulders Evan without further ado. His boyfriend squeals with delight, even when he puts him down on the couch - there's no way he'll make it up the stairs with the man on his shoulders, and the bathroom is down here anyway.

“Oh man, I'm d-dizzy,” Evan sighs.

“I'm sure you are. Lie down, I'll get you a blanket.”

Tommy wants to get up, but Evan holds him back.

“Wait,” he says, suddenly with as much seriousness as a drunk can muster, “you didn't say it back.”

“What?”

Tommy thought he’d already forgotten, but this is Evan, he should have known better.

“I said I love you, but you didn't say anything, so maybe you don't love me, that's fine, I guess,” Evan rambles. “Anyway, I'm glad I said it, because it's true.”

Tommy couldn't even resist those Bambi eyes if the man asked him to run into a burning building without any protection. It's unreasonable and irrational, but he's head over heels for Evan, and he knows it. And then, suddenly, there's nothing holding him back, even if he only says it because he can convince himself that his boyfriend will forget about it in a few hours. 

“I love you too, Evan.”

“Oh my God, really?”

Evan jumps up from the couch with a vigor as if he hadn't just said he was dizzy, and he sprints - not very elegantly - into the kitchen. He’s back in the blink of an eye, after pulling open a drawer and rummaging around in it. He pulls Tommy onto the couch, practically sits in his lap, looks at him with those doe eyes and says in a solemn tone, “Give me your hand.”

“Evan...”

“Give me your hand!”

Tommy’s learned early on that it's easier to give in to this whirlwind of a man, so he holds out his hand. Evan pushes something on Tommy's ring finger, having to do so three times before he finally hits. 

“What are you doing?”

Tommy squints at his hand. It looks like ... a keyring, without a key of course; Evan has a junk drawer in the kitchen where he keeps things like that. 

“It's a promise,” says Evan. “One d-day, Thomas Kinard, I will marry you. Just don't forget that!”

Tommy grabs the ring and replies dryly, “Don't worry, I won’t. It's so tight, I don't think I'll be able to get it off.”

“Got a ring cutter for that.”

He smirks, and Tommy can't help his lips to curl into a fond smile. He’s already aware of the ring cutter, even if he was surprised the first time he found it. 

“Main thing is for you to say you'll marry me,” Evan says with his Bambi eyes, “one day, with a real ring. In a sh... a tchu... well, a church.”

He looks like a man proud he got that one word out right, but at the same time, he looks as serious as a drunkard can be. It doesn’t seem like something he’ll actually have forgotten in a couple of hours, rather like it’s been on his heart for a long time. It's a big deal, and Tommy doesn't want to answer lightly just to appease him. His own heart has long been far from casual, concerning Evan. 

“But,” Evan continues, waving his arms, ”if it's really too tight for you, we'd better cut the thing open quickly. I’ve seen a guy, finger swollen as big as an eggplant, couldn’t get his wedding ring off his finger.”

He struggles to get up, but this time Tommy holds him back. 

“Leave it,” he says, looking at the ring. 

It’s just a simple, brass-colored keyring, but at the same time, it’s way more. As Evan had said: it was a promise. A promise did not necessarily have to come true, but it was still something to cling to. Something to look forward to. 

“Fine, we can do it tomorrow,” Evan slurs, just before he leans against Tommy - to fall asleep on his shoulder. 

“Let's do it tomorrow. Or maybe I'll keep it,” Tommy whispers into Evan's curls. 

[dazzlingsuns]

Tattoo- mohabbot :)

Samira doesn't regret it, per say, the little pair of feathered wings that sit at the base of her spine placed between her perfectly symmetric Venus dimples. Sure, it's entirely cliche and little wrought, but it's not unsightly. If Dr. Samira Mohan made it through nearly three decades with her worst mistake being an angel wing tramp stamp, then she supposes she really couldn't be doing so bad.

Besides, she's never had any complaints.

Most days, Samira forgot she even had it. The placement was easy to hide beneath the dual layers of her scrub top and a tight undershirt, but a packed schedule meant she hadn't done laundry in a month and was fresh out of clean, secondary layers to bring to work. Instead Samira settles for her thickest sports bra and a promise to herself to tackle the overflowing hamper over the weekend.

"Hey, Samira, can you bring down the box of protein bars for me from the breakroom? It's on the top shelf and I can't reach."

"I'm barely an inch taller than you, Trinity."

"Yeah, but if you fall and break something then I'm up for the next intubation," Trinity says, entirely deadpan. "That's a joke, by the way."

"Noted," Samira replies, pressing her lips together with the marginally unamused roll of her eyes. "Fine."

She strolls into the breakroom that's empty, except for one Dr. Jack Abbot who sits at the table sipping coffee and scanning a newspaper. It's a real, physical newspaper that Samira's sure he's plucked right from the packed waiting room. After all, she's pretty sure he was the only person in the entire hospital with both the audacity and charm to pull such a heist off.

"Hi," she greets, evenly, "You're a bit early for night shift."

He shrugs, "Thought I'd come in early but apparently I already maxed out my overtime for the month, so Dana has me in breakroom jail until 9pm."

Samira glances at her watch: 7:12pm. So typical. She might feel something resembling pity if her brain wasn't wired the exact same way. Instead, all she's really left with is an insurmountable surge of respect.

"Well, I'll see you, then. I'm working a double tonight," she says, opening and closing various cabinet doors until she finds exactly what she looking for. She considers, for a moment, if she should ask for help but immediately rejects the idea in favor of narrowing her eyes determinedly and pressing one knee firmly into the counter top, giving her just enough leverage to reach up and grab the box. It's only when she has both feet planted firmly on the ground and she turns to see Dr. Abbot staring at her, slack-jawed with a look she can't quite read, that Samira realizes her scrub top has risen up, exposing the unmistakable trace of ink right above the waistband of her navy scrub pants.

Jack blinks at her.

Samira freezes.

"You--" she tries to no avail, as she tugs her shirt down hastily, "Uh, you know what? Never mind."

He sits up slowly in his chair and Samira's unsure why she suddenly feels like it's judgement day. It's not like she's done something illegal. "I was nineteen. I thought it was cool, okay?" she tries to preempt. She refuses to be embarrassed, especially not in front of man she's truly come to admire.

"Cool?" he echoes.

"Like I said, nineteen," she retorts only half-defensively. She still can't read him, which feels a little unfair.

"Cool," he says, again, this time with a nod, his tone settling into what Samira can only describe as a little reverent. She tries not to think to hard about it.

"Okay, well, I'm going to go, then," Samira says, grabbing a pair of protein bars-- one to give to Trinity, one to stuff in her pocket for later.

"It suits you," he says and it comes out a little strangled, a fairly distinct departure from his typical collectedness.

Samira huffs out a soft sort of laugh, "Uh, thanks...I think."

She doesn't think much more of it the rest of the shift, especially not when she's pulled into an emergency gallbladder removal followed by a tibia shaft fracture. She's so bone-tired by the end of the double she sleeps for twelve hours straight.

It's only when she's sorting socks mid-wash cycle does it hit her.

It suits you.

Now, what the actual fuck did he mean by that?

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Send me a number + ship and I’ll write a lil drabble ;)

[suugarbabe]

Angst with a fluffy smutty ending (;)), Theodore nott, prompt 41 and 4

Pleaaaaaase 😩

(4) "That noise....keep making it."

(41) "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me."

18+ MDNI! THIS IS YOUR WARNING; be aware of the content you consume

You grunted as you were shoved into the closet after Theo, Mattheo giggling as he closed and locked the door behind you both. You huffed, leaning against the closest wall and crossing your arms. With a flick of his wrist Theo created a low glow in the closet. "I can't believe this," you sighed in annoyance. "What? You're saying this isn't a fantasy of yours?" You could hear the smirk as he spoke. Truth was, you did have a dream very similar to this last week, but you'd be damned if you admitted that to him. You picked at your cuticles, avoiding eye contact as you answered him, "Actually, my fantasies usually involve Mattheo." You stole a glance quick enough to see Theo's jaw tense and relax. "Tsk, tsk, Y/n. I know you're just trying to rile me up now." Theo got bold then, grabbing your face between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. He had eyes like sapphires: big beautiful gems that were scanning your face, waiting to respond to any movement or word you spoke. "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me." You wracked your brain for a witty response, but the way he looked at you, pupils blown, your mind was basically mush. Theo's eyes flicked down to your lips as he licked his own. In a rare moment of bravery, you grabbed hold of his tie and yanked him toward you, his lips smashing against yours in a fever. He moved his lips to your jaw, down your neck, sucking the skin and nibbling with his teeth. He slotted a knee between your thighs, applying pressure to what you were sure were already soaked panties. The pressure of his thigh in combination with his lips working your neck had your head spinning. One of his hands traveled down to your hip, rocking you just slightly against his thigh. The smallest motion caused you to dig your fingers to tug on the hairs they were tangled in at the back of his neck, a gasping whine leaving your lips. Theo groaned against your skin, "That noise...keep making it." -"Then keep doing what your doing," you breathed out. You didn't have to tell him again, grabbing your hips to guide you, applying pressure with his thigh as you shifted your hips back and forth, grinding down on his leg. The thin material of your panties allowing you to feel the rough material of his trousers rubbing just right against your swollen clit. "Fuck, y/n, I think I can feel you through my pants, is this all f'me?" his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as you nodded, another whimper the best response you could give him. "You gonna leave a big wet spot on m'thigh aren't ya, darling? Gonna let everyone know how well I got you off in just seven minutes?" He pushed your bucking hips down and his leg up, creating pressure on your cunt that had you fluttering around nothing. "I can feel you, darling. Such a little slut, squeezing around nothing," his words were nearly pushing you over the edge, that familiar feeling building in your lower abdomen, "Please, Theo...wanna come on your leg." Your hips messily fucking yourself on his thigh, your clit now pulsing against the soaked spot on his trousers. Theo's licking and sucking across your collarbones, and up your neck, he's everywhere all at once, "C'mon darling, let it all fucking go f'me, c'mon pretty girl." He pushed his thigh up against you, the pressure in your core finally peaking and now you're a whimpering mess, "Fuck, Theo, ohmygo-" riding out your high as he swallows the rest of your moans, allowing you to continue to slowly grind against him as you come down from your fucked out state. Just as he pulls away, the closet door swings open, Mattheo smirking at the entrance, "Have fun?" He looks you both over, jaw dropping at the large dark spot on Theo's right thigh. Your cheeks are instantly aflame, but Theo is unfazed, telling the group you two were 'going to finish what you started' as he dragged you to his dorm.

[glossykissies]

Could we get clark Kent as munch please 🙏

“i know baby, come on in.” clark coo’s as he all but sheepdogs you into his bedroom, parents away for an event in metropolis. “oop, this way.” he redirects your step as you nearly walk into the wall, crying into your hands.

once he has you sat on his lap at the edge of his bed, jogging his leg just a little to comfort you — he speaks again. “that was uh…real scary, huh?” he comforts to the best of his ability, but his brain was reeling. everything was at stake here, and in the mean time you’d been pretty much traumatised.

you’d witnessed him battling it out with a man made of fire, watched your beloved boyfriend throw a bus out the way with his bare hands and successfully derailed a maniac from tearing up the town. you had to know something was up, but in attempts to save you of getting yourself involved in something way out of your depth — clark knew he had to distract you. rewire your mind on how this whole night went down.

so he lets you cry it out, rocking you on his lap until you’d calmed. he explained that he was okay, and that what you saw wasn’t what you thought — and once that was out of the way, well — along came the distraction part.

you swear you were shaken up just a moment ago, but suddenly he’s shushing you and nodding sympathetically as he slides a plush pillow beneath your lower back, elevating your hips.

your voice is worn from crying so the little whimper that leaves you is raspy and defeated when he slides your bare thighs open, thumbing at your little throbbing clit. “mhm?” he glances up at you honestly, any word you utter out losing form and turning into a slurred babble that he responds to anyway.

“gonna fix you right up, okay? you’ll feel better.” his warm familiar breath draws close to your hip bones and you shudder, feeling your body start to relax, your fists start to loosen, your eyes start to flutter closed. “there you go! knew you could relax.” he whispers encouragingly, before taking a languid lick up the length of your pussy, stopping to swirl around your clit.

“ohhhh—” you tremble, widening your legs.

“hmmm.” he responds, thumbs sliding up to your folds and spreading them to reveal more of you, lips red and wet from your arousal as he all but makes out with your cunt.

it feels almost too good, and you tense — sitting up ever so slightly with furrowed brows, but as calm and confidently as you know clark to be, his hand slides up your body to gently ease you back down, bicep swelling and refusing totally to remove his mouth from you. all of sudden, you barely remember what the issue was that got you so worked up — all you could think of was your loving boyfriend, clark kent.

[buckgasms]

Hi ! If you’re taking requests from the prompt list you just reblogged (im a perfect follower right ? I read your post as soon as you post :D) I feel like 16- Accidental « i love you » during sex is just SO FITTING for Bucky, like maybe he’s scared of commitment or getting attached so he tries to have sex without feeling buuuuut…

Nonnie I'm sending you a big squishy hug because I love you so much 😍

Prompt list if anyone else would like to suggest anything ☺️

Yes that sounds like our Bucky, I'm sensing you are imagining Bucky from TFAWS or similar yes?

Like he's just flabbergasted that he's found a girl as pretty and kind and perfect as you, and you are happy to have him in your life. Despite all the public knowledge and his occasional habit of retreating into himself.

You are always there waiting with your kind smile and loving arms.

So he at least feels like he can do everything he can to make you feel satisfied, never wanting for anything. If you need him, he's there. All night long, probably beyond what you can handle, but when you are moaning and writhing under his body, fingers clawing at his back, legs shaking he knows he's doing something right.

Making you happy, deliriously happy, drunk on his cock, lips, fingers, is his favourite thing to do.

He loves it. Loves seeing you happy. Loves you.

You're eyes flick open and you grip his shoulders. "You love me?" Your face is glistening with sweat but your emotions are unreadable. You seem skeptical, like you are waiting for him to laugh or tell you he's messing with ya.

You've noticed Bucky's inability to really tell you how he feels, he brushes off that stuff until he's really sure you are there with him. Even though he's been in love with you since day one.

"You serious Bucky?" Your hands cupping his cheeks gently as you make sure he's looking right at you. "You really love me? No playing?"

He sees a smile tugging at your lips, your eyes sparkling with excitement and he can't resist. He can't lie.

"Yes baby, I love you, love you moren' anything in this whole world..."

You pull him down to kiss him, rolling your hips as you do. Both your pants and groans mix in with sloppy kisses and whispers of "love you...so much...I love you, need you."

When you have both reached your peak and lay there tangled in legs and sheets, you run your fingers along his beard and smile. "Will you say it again, just wanna hear you say it..."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling back a little.

"I love you, forever..."

[thepinkprincesss]

requested by anon :3 this ask!!! 𐙚

a/n ፧  hahha first req . i think i went off the plot... i got lazy towards the end but here it is! :p

pairings ፧ boyfriend!jj ✗ innocentpuppy!reader

warnings ፧ unprotected sex , p in v , smut , language , i think that's all ...

jj— your best friend knew how innocent you were. he'd been the one by your side all throughout middle school to highschool and seemed to always keep you barricaded from any type of people or things that might corrupt you. which is what led to your ultimate innocence you still clutched within you, the blonde knew how weary and cautious you were when it came to showing to much skin or revealing clothing, being the odd one out in conversations that revolved around regular teenage stuff— drinking, partying, hooking up, the only one who furrowed brows whenever something inappropriate came up while everyone else brushed it off like it was ordinary.

jj always made it a mission to keep your pretty little head out of those types of conversations, growing creative with the excuses he made just for you to departure from whatever girl friend had her whole business out on display. he decided— as your best friend that he'd protect you from anything, and that meant everything.

he was your pillar. protecting you from the horrors of the world with a strong arm that was ready and raring to go — if any of his friends tried anything stupid around you. he was quite possessive over you, not really liking it when you got too close around any guy he didn’t know, or even the ones he did. but he couldn’t help it, you were so oblivious to most things, like a baby chick ready to follow whoever was willing to show you an ounce of affection. he was trying to keep you under his wing.

which is after highschool it isn't a surprise when you end up with him. he watched you grow into a beautiful woman in-front of his eyes, and you grew into the perfect partner. you knew him better than anyone, knew what he liked, what he didn’t and knew how to read the room when he was feeling off. it’s a natural progression, your sweet and innocent personality has made everyone around you feel incredibly protective of you, jj included. you’ve been around each other so much that it would be bizarre to all of your friends if you hadn’t begun dating each other, even after finally finishing school.

he’d always been the one to guide you, to look out for you. and you made him feel warm and fuzzy, like he was taking care of a puppy, except you just so happened to be a little vixen who’d grown into a gorgeous woman. so when it came to sexual things— it's not a surprise your inexperienced and lost on what to do, which is why jj is here, he does all the work anyway.. if you do end up complying with what he asks.

your looped back into reality by the sloppy kiss from your man landing on your cheek. he takes his time to trail his kisses down from your cheek to your jaw to your neck, a small moan leaving you when he sucks on a spot of your soft flesh — his hand sliding down the curve of your body to give your thigh a harsh squeeze. your on your back— the most intimate positions of all, face to face with unbreakable eye contact, skin-to-skin, your convinced that if you haven't made a soul tie with the blonde yet, you definitely have now.

he keeps his head buried in your neck, the rest of his body pressing against you in a way that makes you feel like you’re being completely consumed by his body, by his touch, by his smell. his large, hot hand on your thigh gives a little possessive squeeze, his thick fingers sinking into your flesh hard enough that you begin to whine. he grins into your neck, his teeth nipping the soft skin as he pulls away from where he’s making a mark. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

it's then before you can manage a sentence— a gut feeling of built of pressure began to form just below your waist, you tense your shoulders and body as your abdomen starts to feel like you need to pee, your sure if you press firm enough something is bound to come out. it's muscle memory as you look up to jj for guidance, your thighs were squeezing around his hips which should've been a dead give away you were close to your finish line, yet he still continued his steady pace of pounding you.

he lifts his face out of the burrow he built in your neck once he feels your thighs trapping around his hips, once he catches sight of your face, he knows exactly what’s happening. the way you tried to press your thighs together and how your eyebrows knotted gave him the reassurance he needed to confirm what he knew was happening. during sex you’re sweet and pliant, always willing to go along with whatever he says without question. just like a puppy, always going to listen to its owner. but he knows you get scared, get confused — and when that happens you’re all but a trembling, whimpering mess under him.

“i— i think i’m gonna-“ you whimper quietly, biting down on your soft bottom lip, your face all scrunched up. you look up at him, eyes all glassy and desperate. he sees the worry take over, the way you begin to look worried and concerned, scared even — but he won’t have this ending before it’s even started. he hushes you gently, “your alright mama, don't fight it, your alright..” he coos, his hand leaving your thigh to push your hair back before resting on the back of your neck, holding you steady.

your breathing picks up as you realize that jj hasn't stopped yet— he's still going. your arms wrap around his back, desperate for the comfort of his weight on top of you, your nails digging into his back as you try to pull him closer to you. you were whining, unable to form any proper words due to the intensity you were already feeling without any proper stimulation. he looks down at you, eyes soft as he whispers “shh baby, just- just hold on okay? lemme cum with you.” his free hand finding yours, gently taking it away from his back and bringing it up to where his mouth was. he left a light kiss on your hand.

you can feel yourself trembling and shaking violently as he holds your hand, bringing it to his mouth and letting his lips press down to give you a little kiss before he’s intertwining your fingers in his. the action is so affectionate — so out of place and so unexpected you can’t help but melt into it. it doesn’t last long though, the sweetness soon replaced by the sharp, intense pleasure and jj's sloppy final thrusts. you came undone around his cock, your hands quickly retreating back to his bare back as you dig your nails into his skin, you can't hold it back anymore— your eyes are squinted shut as you finally let the pressure out from your hole, meanwhile jj is finishing as well. inside you.

the blonde finally lets his body collapse onto you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as his heavy, warm presence blankets you. he’s panting as he comes down from his high, the sweat on his skin sticking to yours. you both take a minute to collect yourself, trying to even out your breathing. jj places a couple kisses onto your collarbone before he’s murmuring something against your skin.

once it’s all over, you’re left feeling both floaty and tired, your body feeling like jelly. it’s always so intense with him that you need a moment to catch your breath and collect your thoughts before things can go back to normal. your body feels sticky, but it’s something you’re used to by this point.

after moments like these, you always retreat into a place of dissociation, as if there’s a thick barrier surrounding you. it’s not that you’re ashamed or even regretful, but you just get embarrassed. you get a lingering, deep set feeling of feeling “dirty” afterwards and it sticks with you for a while afterwards, the heavy shroud of shame clinging to your shoulders.

you’d become more prone to dissociating after intimate moments, the shame and embarrassment weighing you down like a ton of bricks in your stomach. you knew you’d enjoyed it in the moment but afterwards you’d just end up feeling dirty. the blonde always took notice, knowing what was happening to you even though you’d never say it openly. jj would try and calm you by being extra affectionate with you, holding you against him and whispering sweet things into your hair.

jj’s noticed the way you withdraw, the subtle change in your behaviour, he doesn’t miss anything when it comes to you. the way you shy away from his touch, the way you try to shrink into yourself. he’s noticed, and he’s come to know that this just your way of coping in the aftermath. it makes him feel guilty, the fact that you never look him in the eye until the embarrassment of it all fades.

he hated seeing you suffer in silence, knowing the thoughts that were probably going through your head as you began to spiral again. he knew it didn’t matter how many times he told you to talk to him when this happened — you’d never listen so he just accepted it at this point. instead he focused on your body, on the way you felt against him, vulnerable and soft and sweet. he just hoped one day you’d learn to trust him properly. he whispers softly as he pulls you tight to his chest, his large body curled around you. “i got ya babe, i got ya.”

you cling to him, like a little koala as he wraps you up in his arms, your face buried in his bare chest. he continues to hold you close for as long as you need — his chin resting on top of your head. he’s trying to show you through his touch that there’s no need to feel shame, no need to be afraid — you’re safe with him. safe and sound in his arms, just where he wants you to be.

he never forced you to speak when you fell into one of your silent bouts. he’d learnt by now it would only make you worse. so, he didn’t give up. he continued to hold you, to gently caress you and pull you into him, until you were completely tucked away in his embrace, your face buried into his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. it always ended like this, you’d cling onto him whilst he softly soothed your broken frame. it was a routine you’d both adapted to.

it'd been a couple minutes that you both began to doze off.

he felt the way your breathing had began to even out, a sign you’d finally managed to drift off to sleep. a small smile spread across his features, his face buried amongst the top of your head — inhaling the slight scent of your shampoo. he tightened his grip on you, pulling you even tighter against him as he closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep himself.. it didn’t matter that the sheets were still a mess from what had just happened, nor that the sun was still shining obnoxiously through the threadbare curtains. all he needed was to hold your body close to his to fall fast asleep.

[obxcc]

Sarah be sending her best friend nudes while John b is in bed next to her

“babe, it’s to see if they’re good enough to send to you,” she whines, hiding her screen from him whenever he asks why the fuck she’s sending you ts but that cover gets blown when you send a video back of you fingering urself:(

[avroravia]

is darry ever suspicious about dallas and reader?

oh?? oh my god i haven’t really thought about this before but now i’m like hmmm… i think darry’s suspicious that reader is seeing someone, he just doesn’t think it would be dallas

i don’t think darry’s mad, but he is curious to know who it is. also i doubt he’s new to the idea of having sex outside of marriage or even dating

i’d say he kinda figured it out from little clues, like maybe he did your laundry for you and saw boxers or something. something that was obviously a mans, but not obviously belonging to dallas

and when you were running late to something, plans with friends or whatever, he went to put something away in your room. the pillow behind your headboard was suspicious, but the condom wrapper barely tucked under your bed was a giveaway

when you and darry were in the kitchen at the same time as dallas, just talking about your day, he definitely notices the hickey on your collarbone from when you went to adjust the clasp on your necklace.

darry also notices the look in dallas’ eyes when you accidentally revealed it. there was a weird look in his eyes, but it was dallas. right? no way he’d do that with one of his closest friends daughter…

[leandra-kinard]

Prompt:

A very sleepy Tommy is cuddled up to an overtired Buck,who's spouting a bunch of facts about one thing or another.

Tommy's trying to listen and reply, but he's a sleepy sleepy boy. Buck's tired as well, but he's buzzing and just too happy to go to sleep right now.

"Hey, did you know that flavors don't exist on their own?"

"Hm?" Tommy hums against Evan's collarbone. He's tired, exhausted even, a leaden weight rendering his whole body entirely motionless. He can only feel that somewhat dull tension in his muscles that is slowly lessening as he feels sleep approaching.

"Yeah. So, uh— You need saliva to dissolve the flavor molecules. Only then can you actually taste them because they otherwise wouldn't dock to your taste receptors."

"Mmh, 'ds fassinadn."

"Right? I never thought of that before, but it totally makes sense," Evan replies, his own voice a little lower and softer than usually, though not nearly as tired sounding as he should be after the shift he — they both have had.

There'd been another forest fire, an all hands on deck situation that had called several fire departments in the vicinity in. The 118 had joined the fray a little later than Tommy and his team.

"Kinda like the whole question of whether there's a sound if a tree falls in the forest and nobody's there to hear it. Though — uh, maybe... I mean there's always someone. Animals, I mean."

"Mhm," Tommy hums again, bringing up his last energy reserves to sling his arm a little tighter around Evan's waist and push his shin between his boyfriend knees.

He can feel Evan's hand slide up higher on his upper arm, warm and heavy, only his fingertips slowly dancing over Tommy's skin. It sends the most pleasant little shivers up to his neck, making him hope to fall asleep with the feeling.

"Or... uh, the fact that water isn't really wet, just whatever touches it," Evan says.

Tommy's not sure that actually would make a lot of sense to him even if he wasn't half asleep yet.

"Ev," he tries, barely getting more than that one syllable out.

"Hm?"

"Sleep."

A soft chuckle hums through Evan's throat and vibrates against Tommy's temple.

"Sorry. I'm just... I— uh, I'm kinda buzzed after a shift like that."

"I know," Tommy tries to groan with affectionate exasperation. It merely comes out as a slurred mumble.

"I'm just glad nobody got hurt, and that there wasn't too much damage. Could've gone much worse."

"Bu' i' didn'"

"Which is why I'm so... uh, so excited I guess." Evan lets out another low chuckle, and Tommy, even though he still cannot bring up the energy to look, can imagine the smile on Evan's lips now — soft, a little pensive but nonetheless radiant. Beautiful.

"Tellm' mo' bou' inne mornin'," Tommy mumbles, feeling a little bit embarrassed about not even getting a fully intelligible sentence out. He softly clears his throat. "Mmh, I can't even take anything in. 'm half asleep."

"Okay," Evan replies gently, and a second later, Tommy feels a warm press of lips against his forehead. "You're really cute when you're sleepy, you know that?"

"Hmm."

There are more words, gently rolling off Evan's tongue, but Tommy can't make them out anymore. They slip away from him and his consciousness, as he — feeling warm, cozy, cared for and loved — finally drifts off to sleep.