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sceletaflores · 11 months

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can you write a smut fic with mike x reader where he eats you out?? thank you!!

Eating In (It's good for you)

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: mike is a munch always why would i write anything else???

warnings: 18+!!! NSFW!!! MDNI!!! oral sex (f!receving), fingering, squirting (kinda?)

word count: y'all already know 1.3k

authors note: you guys really speak my language. the beginning of this got a lot fluffier than i was expecting lol still filthy though. 18+ content mdni!!! hope you love it anon mwah <333 also pretty sure i flipped flopped between perspectives sorry babies i'm dumb

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it's no secret that mike lives for eating you out. he could live between your thighs if it was up to him, spending hours drawing out those desperate noises from your lips when he does that thing with his tongue that you love.

the feeling of your hands tugging his hair and your thighs tightening around his head because you just feel so good make his eyes roll back in his head every time he thinks about it.

tonight was no exception, but it was a little different.

as soon as the two of you put abby to bed he was on you. pinning you to his bed as you lazily made out, grinding against each other in slow relaxed motions.

“baby,” mike breathes between kisses, “can you do me a favor?”

you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to pull away from kissing mike enough to reply.

mike chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip teasingly at your lips. “i want you to ride my face.” he whispers dirtily, licking a stripe over your lips.

mike watched as his request sinks in, your eyes widening and mouth dropping open just a bit. “mike…” you whisper, he can hear the hesitation in your voice. he can’t have that.

“come on baby, please?” he pleads, moving his hands to rub soft circles into your hips. “you’ll love it, baby. i’ll make it so good for you.”

mike can see the moment your pupils completely dilate, fully swallowing your iris’. your chest heaving as your adrenaline kicks up.

after a beat, you nod slowly. your soft “okay” barely audible, mike grins like he just won the lottery.

“well hop on baby,” mike says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “we don’t have all night.”

mike pulls away, falling on his back on the bed. laying his laced hands on his stomach, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wants.

he waits as you take a steadying breath, gathering up the courage before you rise up and start to shuffle over to him. mikes hungry eyes watch you swing your leg over his lap, making your way up his body.

you stop short, sitting on his stomach with a timid look. mike places two grounding hands on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly.

“you have to tell me if i’m smothering you or something. i don’t need to accidentally kill you.” your hands fidget with the waist of mikes pants nervously.

“what a way to go.” he says wistfully, a dopey grin on his face.

you let out a small laugh, trying and failing to hide your smile. “you’re such an asshole.” you reply, pinching his chest teasingly. your tone is too fond to hold any actual malice. mike laughs back.

finally, you start to shuffle higher up his torso, but he stops you holding your hips in place. “other way, baby.”

it doesn’t take a lot of brain power to understand what he means. you let out a soft moan, a shiver wracks your body. pleasure zings up your spine at how filthy this is.

it’s a little awkward, but you manage to swing your legs around so you're facing the rest of his bedroom, not just the wall. from this angle, you can see how his dick is tenting the front of his loose sleeping pants, a wet spot forming near the tip.

you still only hover over your boyfriend's face instead of truly sitting, scared of hurting him. mike decides not to say anything, too preoccupied with the view directly in-front of him.

“fuck,” mike whispers hotly, staring up at your clothed pussy makes his dick twitch. baby pink lace darkened by how wet you are. he leans up slightly, running his tongue over the rough lace still covering you.

"shit...mike," you shudder, legs trembling on either side of his head.

mike takes his time, laving his tongue over the soaked lace a few times, reveling in your familiar taste, but his patience wears thin. soon enough he's tugging your panties aside to get at what he really wants before returning them to your hips.

mike moans at the sight of your slick pussy, already so wet from his mouth. he can't help but softly run his pointer finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to circle around your clit.

you moan softly, trying your best to be quiet so abby doesn't wake up.

mike stops his fingers assault on your clit, too eager to chase the sight of your convulsing pussy with his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding easily through your folds. he groans, rubbing his face between your thighs, no doubt covering his nose and chin in the copious amount of wetness leaking from your pussy. he quickly gets lost in the feeling of tasting you, of licking and sucking at your clit making you moan and whine.

"shit!" you exclaim, pitching forward to steady yourself with your hands flat on his chest. the rough feel of his stubble scratching your inner thighs, most likely leaving red marks on the skin there. you hope it'll leave marks, that you'll be able to feel it every time you walk tomorrow, a reminder of what the two of you did tonight.

by now you're white knuckling the front of his shirt as you frantically circle your hips against his face, the bed squeaking quietly under your movements. mike spurs you on with small smacks to your ass, groaning into your pussy with every pass of his tongue over your fluttering hole.

you can feel the vibrations in mike's throat as he fucks you with his tongue, guttural groans making your thighs shake in an attempt to stay upright.

but it's just too much, the onslaught of his tongue making you forget all about your earlier insecurity, and you fully lower yourself onto his mouth too caught up in your pleasure to even hold yourself up anymore.

mike's eyes widen in surprise at you seating yourself on his face, moaning way too loudly at how hot it is to see you lose control.

"fuck! feels so good, mike," you slur, head hanging down to your chest, hair falling around your face. "mph- mike - ah, ah, ah,"

you realize you're going to come like this, riding mike's face like you're starved for it. you can feel it, the warmth settling deep in your belly. flames licking there way up your body.

mike realizes it too apparently, because he latches his mouth over your clit and plunges two fingers into your clenching pussy, thrusting them in and out quickly.

the lewd squelching noises that fill the room make your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“holy fucking shit! mike fuck!” you moan, trying desperately to control your volume. “i’m gonna come, oh fuck.” mike moans in respines, speeding up both his tongue and fingers.

the combination of mike’s tongue rapidly flicking over your clit and thick fingers expertly hitting your g-spot every thrust pushes you over the edge. one final suck to your clit has you coming all over mike’s face. drenching the lower part of his face in your juices and soaking up the dirty groans mike makes as he sucks up every last drop.

mike pulls away from you clit, and takes his fingers out of your pussy to let you come down from your orgasm. kissing across the inside of your thighs as you shake and tremble above him.

after a few shuddering breaths, you lift up and off mike’s face to collapse onto the mattress next to him. the two of you lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, panting out wet breaths as you come down.

you turn to mike, his lips are slick and red. lower half of his face shining with your come, eyes half-open and hazy. you lift your hand to trial your finger down his body, making your way to the waist of his sleeping pants riding low on his hips showing off his dark happy trail. your hand slides lower to the ever still present hard-on tenting his pants obscenely, rubbing over his erect dick with purpose.

“your turn?”

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eelnoise · 4 months

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pulsewidth (nsfw!)

zoro x fem!reader

masterlist kofi

cw: scent kinks, pussy eating, piv sex on a weight bench idk

an: well, here you go. take my post workout brainrot in fic form. pls ignore any formatting issues i phoneposted this

wc: 1.9k

tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @nina-ya @strawheart-pirate @missmugiwara @sanjisjuul @kibblz-n-bitz @sleepymarimo

You don’t join Zoro for most of his time spent training, but do occasionally bid yourself into the Crow’s Nest to quietly work out alongside him – though far enough away to avoid being the victim of a rogue blade to the gut should you accidentally get too close.

You hum to yourself, generally content in your usual routine that’s become so normal that your mind begins to wander from the monotony of your motions. Even the sounds of Zoro’s blades slashing into a dummy across the room begin to fade into the background and merge with the rhythmic, low rumble of the room’s atmosphere.

Though you're ripped from both your focus and the calm when your ears perk at the sound of your name. You pause your workout, body turning to face Zoro with arms still extended – though your scowl of concentration melts into a relaxed smile as you look at him curiously.

“Do me a favor?” he says, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand once he's sure he has your attention. “D’ya think you could try and dodge some swings?” Zoro asks, motioning to the blades in his hands. "Y'know, kinda like a moving target?"

“Only if you promise not to hurt me!” you tease with a wag of your finger, knowing full well the swordsman would never lay a harmful finger on you.

Zoro rolls his eyes and waves you over again. "I'll try my best to keep 'em to myself," he replies, his gaze glinting with amusement. He shifts his stance, golden earrings clinking together and catching a twinkle in the sunlight – and with two swords at his sides and held at the ready, even the air around him seems to crack with a fierce energy.

"When you're ready," he calls out, waiting for you to position yourself.

You know full well that Zoro's a formidable foe but you’re no slouch in the fighting department either. You circle around him, matching his pace, your own muscles tense and ready.

Zoro makes the first move, his swords slashing out in a blur, the dull edges aimed for your torso. You duck under the first strike just in time, but fail to avoid the second and third. His eyes narrow, his lips curling into a predatory grin as his swords whistle through the air, just brushing past your body.

"Nice dodge," he compliments, spurred on by the challenge you present. He switches tactics, the blades now spinning towards your legs, seeking to knock you off balance. "You move quick."

Sweat runs down your brow, mingling with the salt from your skin as you work to keep up with the swordsman. The air grows thick with the heat of the spar, both bodies dancing in a duet of dodges, near misses, and – when you can't quite keep up with his movements – sharp jabs to your ribs with the dull edge of one of his blades.

The sweat-slicked floor threatens to throw off your footing when you try to dodge a particularly quick swing to the thigh – and it ultimately succeeds in doing so following an unbalanced duck that causes you to slide forward. You spread your arms in a feeble attempt to stay upright, but land face-first into Zoro's bare chest.

Zoro's heart skips a beat as your body collides with his, the wet heat of your skin and the scent of your sweat invading his senses. His swords clatter to the floor, the blades falling from lax fingers as he reaches out to steady you, his hands gripping your waist to keep you from sliding off.

"Not bad," he grunts, the warmth of his body radiating against your own. He loosens his grip, allowing you to stand, but he keeps his hands on your waist, his gaze locked onto yours. "You're improving."

His muscles tense, the urge to wrap you in an embrace almost too strong to resist. Zoro's thumbs brush against the curves of your hips, his grip tight enough to keep you steady, but gentle enough to hint at a desire to explore more.

For a moment, time seems to freeze, and the only thing you can hear is the rapid thump of your heartbeat in your ears. Zoro pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue flicks against yours, demanding entry as his hands begin to roam, one sliding under your shirt, the other gripping your ass.

Zoro groans, his hand pushing your shirt up to reveal more of your skin. His fingers trail along your sides, lingering over your hip bone and the curve of your waist, the roughness of his skin contrasting with the smoothness of yours.

Your body responds to his, the heat between you intensifying, the air charged with the potency of desire. Zoro's mouth travels down the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake. He guides you to the weight bench, easing you on it gently – but with the determination of a man who knows what he wants.

His eyes roam over your body, drinking in the sight of your curves, the smoothness of your skin, and the dewy tinge of your breasts. His hands roam to trace their outline, thumb circling your nipples, his touch firm yet gentle.

Zoro’s mouth closes over one of your hardened peaks, sucking gently while his hand cups the other. You arch your back, offering yourself to him, your breath hitching as pleasure begins to spiral throughout your body.

You gasp out his name, fingers finding the length of his toned back as his heavenly ministrations continue. Your body trembles under his touch, each sensation a path to the aching core between your legs.

He releases you with a soft pop before trailing kisses down your body, his gaze never leaving yours. As he reaches the waistband of your shorts, your breathing grows more erratic, the anticipation of what's to come nearly unbearable.

Zoro watches as your eyes flutter shut, the motions of his mouth and hands eliciting soft moans from you. He hooks his thumbs under your shorts and – with the aid of your hips and thighs raising upward – slides them down your thighs.

He spreads your legs wide, his fingers trailing between them and teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the heady scent of your arousal, His finger slips under your panties and pulls them aside before sliding you down the bench and closer to his mouth. Large hands settle on your hips as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue tasting your folds in long strokes.

Zoro takes hold of one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder to give him better access to your core. He grins against your skin, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh, his breath warm and heavy. "So sweet," his lust-drenched voice growls into your ear.

Zoro's tongue flickers against you, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. His fingers graze over your entrance, and in an instant he fills you with two large fingers, making you gasp out in pleasure.

Zoro's tongue circles your clit while his fingers plunge in and out, the rhythm quick and deliberate, each curl that brushes up against the sweet spot inside of you. His gaze fix on your face, watching the expressions flicker across it, drinking in the sight of your pleasure – and with a final, skilled flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, you cry out in bliss, your body convulsing as pleasure claims you, overwhelming your senses in a glorious wave of delirium.

Zoro continues to worship you, lapping up your essence until your body calms and your breathing returns to normal. He slips from between your legs, and he rises, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck," he mutters, adjusting himself to hurriedly tug his pants down, releasing his thick, precum-beaded cock to the hot air of the nest.

"Hold onto me," he says as his grip takes hold of the backs of your thighs. It's a suggestion, but it's the only warning you'll get. He positions himself at your entrance, cock nudging against you. And with a firm but controlled motion, he pushes into you, stretching you wide and filling you full. His lips find yours once more, his tongue invading your mouth with the same ferocity he uses to claim your body.

Zoro groans into your throat, the sound rumbling through your body as he begins to thrust, his hips moving in a steady, driving rhythm. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place tightly while his cock slides in and out with wet, satisfying slaps.

The rocking of his hips becomes more insistent, his movements growing more urgent, his cock hitting all the right spots to keep you on the edge of ecstasy. His breath grows harsher, the beat of his heart pounding against your chest, your bodies moving in harmony.

Zoro's hand slides between the two of you, thumb finding your clit to rub in circles, the motion in perfect sync with his thrusts. The building heat within you flares, the edge of another orgasm sprawling at your senses.

His movements grow more erratic, his thrusts more desperate and fierce, his grip on your waist tightening, his free hand working your clit with a skill that borders on obsessive.

"Zoro!" you gasp out, your body tensing as the pleasure spirals out of control. His name is a plea, a demand, for him to keep going, to not stop, to let you reach that peak.

He exhales sharply as he feels you tighten around him, the slick, wet heat of your sex milking his cock. "Already?" he muses as if he isn’t about to burst as well. His thrusts grow more frenzied, the look in his eyes a mix of lust and possessiveness.

With no time to consider a reply, your orgasm crashes over you – body shuddering and pussy clenching hard around him. Zoro growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his own release. With one last, hard plunge, he lets out a guttural cry, his cock pulsating as he fills you with his seed.

He collapses onto you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his lips brushing against your neck, his voice a ragged whisper. "Damn, girl," he mutters, the sharp edge of his tone helping to snap you back into reality.

"What do you mean 'damn, girl'?" You retort with a faux whine and a playful hit to his shoulder. "That was all you, I just went along with it."

"Well, you're a distraction," He chides with a smirk, coiling his arms around you before rolling you atop him. Zoro holds you to him closely, his cheek nestling down into your hair.

You grin, nestling against the warmth of Zoro's chest, the weight of his arm around you a comforting anchor. “Yeah, well, things happen," you reply with an impish grin of your own while your fingers begin trailing up and down the sides of his torso.

Zoro's arm tightens, his fingers linking with yours as you trail them along his skin. "I'm not complainin'," he murmurs, smiling into you.

The two of you lie there, breath in tandem and slowing from exertion. The rise and fall of his chest threatens to lull you into slumber, and you almost let it do so – though you think better of it due to the awkward position that someone else may find the two of you in.

"Take a bath with me, stinky," You say, tilting your chin up to him. "C'mon."

Zoro chuckles at your quip, the sound gentle and amused, before giving a playful nudge to your side. "Alright, stinky.” He says, lifting you up and off of him. “Lead the way."

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro x you #zoro smut #x reader #op scenario #zoro x reader #one piece smut

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peanutbubba · 3 months

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White Beard Pirates x Reader Talking To Another Man

Ace, Marco, Izo, Jozu, Thatch, and Vista! Gender neutral!reader, slight cursing, kinda got lazy at the end sadly, might be a little ooc for some of them since it’s my first time writing them, no beta we die like ace, requested!

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace is naturally a jealous man, he doesn’t really like to be, finding it to be an unattractive trait within himself however he can’t help it. Especially, when he finds you near another crew member, stealing all your attention.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that you were missing for nearly half the day, gone from your routinely activity of finding him and giving a kiss to his cheek plus checking up on him. When he goes to find you he nearly crushes a piece of railing he was holding onto, realizing that you weren’t missing, no, someone had just been pestering you all day. No wonder why you haven’t been with him for nearly half of the day, this person was hogging you all to themselves! He’s quick to act though, a charming smile on his face as he plays up his outgoing personality, tring to cover his jealousy. Swinging himself over the side of the railing and walking over to you and the other man, warm arms wrapping tightly against your waist, pressing his chest to your back.

He tries to coax you into leaving with him, hands rubbing circles on your waist as he whispers softly in your ear of missing you. If that doesn’t work then he just glares at the other man until he leaves, eyes piercing and irritated. When the man quickly runs off not wanting to anger The Fire Fist Ace you look suspiciously back at Ace, his expression now changed to relaxed and loving. Again, he softly asks if you can hang out with him. Will give you puppy dog eyes if he needs too, please say yes.

Marco

Without a doubt, Marco is the most calm about you talking to another man that isn’t him. It isn’t exactly that he doesn’t care, he just is secure in your relationship and the fact that you’d never go behind his back. Plus, he’s very aware that you also deserve to have a social life outside of him.

However, he also prioritizes your safety and wellbeing above all else, should something happen to you he wouldn’t forgive himself. His trust in you is absolute, as always, the people you talk to not so much. Especially when it’s while you’re stopped at an island, his eyes are glued to you and that man, making sure he makes no attempts to put you in danger. As a person with a high bounty you’re always at risk of being put in danger, and while Marco is confident you can protect yourself that doesn’t stop his worries any less.

Hovering near the areas you are, or just full blown hanging around you, a charming yet deadly serious demeanor about him. He definitely feels less uneasy when you’re both on the ship around trusted people, and a hundred times more when you’re close to somewhere he can monitor your surroundings. Overall, not very overbearing about you talking to other men, so long as he knows you’re safe and that the man isn’t bothering you.

Thatch

Another man who would be pretty calm about you talking to another man is Thatch, probably would even join you in conversation with whoever you’re actively talking to if he has the chance too and you don’t mind.

As a more friendly natured man he’s quite happy when you meet new people, thinking that the socialization is good for you. If he’s not too busy then a lot of the time he’ll join in the conversation happily, pleased to talk with another person and especially you. If he is then he doesn’t really mind, he’s a little jealous that it isn’t him you’re talking to but just by a smidge, he gets over it pretty quickly.

He also does it to make sure you don’t get into any trouble. He wholeheartedly believes that you can absolutely take care of anyone that bothers you, he’s your #1 fan, but he also likes to be careful, especially if it’s with someone who isn’t from/is new to the crew.

Izou

With Izou it’s a complete 50/50 how he acts, completely depending on how the other person is acting towards you, or if you both know the person.

If you’re chatting with a man that both of you know that he’s completely calm, maybe every now and then his eyes are flickering to your form to make sure you’re okay, but he allows you to have your conversation in peace with the man, occasionally gives the man death glares though so he knows not to do anything. If it’s a complete stranger though then his entire demeanor changes.

Izou is a fiercely loyal man, whatever it takes he’ll ensure you’re safe and happy, so without a doubt if you’re talking to someone new then he’s sticking beside you if he can. Definitely has a mean face while looking at the man you’re talking to, he’s just trying to keep the man under a watchful gaze. A hundred percent scares the man off.. Izou is definitely more protective than he is jealous, doesn’t mean you can’t make him jealous though. If he is jealous then he’s quick to get whatever pest of a man is near you away, trying to steal your attention for himself.

Jozu

Jozu is very quiet, you never really know what he’s thinking until he actually says something. If you’re ever talking to someone else he’s especially hard to read, just staring at the both of you for a moment.

He’s just trying to make sure that the man has no bad intentions for you, his silence sometimes mistaken for brooding although he’s just trying to be through with his observations of the man. If the man is fine then he’s fine, only really looking back at you occasionally making sure you’re still alright.

If the man is a little strange or off putting though then he’s quick to act, smoothly and almost silently stealing you away from your company. If you ask him what’s wrong then he’ll obviously softly tell you, but once you both are far away from that weird ass man.

Vista

Vista barely has any bones in his body to be jellyfish, key word being barely. Although, that jealousy is more towards if that man is hitting on you rather than if you’re talking to him.

He just watches for a moment you and the man having a conversation, not very worried knowing that he can trust the way you act around other people. His eyes leave you for just a couple minutes, looking at something else before going back to you. Your body rigid and face clearly uncomfortable, the man talking to you clearly getting too confident for his own good.

Ooo, he’s mad. How dare this man make you, his lovely partner, uncomfortable! Definitely coming to your rescue as quickly as he can. If you’re okay with PDA then he might put a hand on your waist to get the man to back off, if not then he’s just casually whisking you away from that creep.

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Im so sad, Jozu barely has any gifs!! Also this was pretty fun, made me write about characters I wouldn’t normally, which was cool.

Hope you enjoyed! Peas out.

#one piece #one peice x reader #whitebeard pirates #gender neutral reader #gn reader #fluff #marco the phoenix x reader #portgas ace x reader #izou x reader #thatch x reader #vista x reader #jozu x reader #pea writes #drabble #x reader #anime

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billythesimp · 2 months

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Yo! Your work has interested me very much. I'm also glad that the rules are detailed, it makes it easier to make a request.

Can I request Wise and Belle (separately) with reader who likes to cuddle? The reader literally becomes a koala ; on a walk he loves to hold hands or just be close. It is true happiness to be in the arms of a loved one~If you don't like the request, then feel free to skip it !

[Stares lovingly at a photo card]

Oh to cuddle the babies. But it is just a dream~

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

I always like to do the little domestic pieces with characters, you can really explore how they would act. Also love giving Wise and Belle some attention!

Wise /Belle x gn!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: none

✦ Wise is the perfect height to be clinged on. I don’t think he’ll mind being pressed up against, if anything he’d pull you closer if in public. His excuse is so you don’t get lost or that other pedestrians can walk by without running into you both. But you don’t mind, in fact you’ll play with his fingers when he does this, clutching his sleeve or swinging his arm beside each other. The physical contact makes him happy, tightening his hold on you,afraid you’d grow cold if he lets you go.

✦ When cuddling, I find that Wise’s room is very relaxing and would probably have speakers around so while you both are laying together on his large bedding, you could play some relaxing ambience noise that help you both fall asleep. That or he plays his documentary on his Tv, allowing you to crawl up on his chest and wrap around his waist to stay close by.

✦ His slim fingers run through your hair, scratching at your scalp in a soothing rhythm before traveling down to your neck and back. Rubbing circles over your shirts before pressing kisses on your forehead and temples. You can’t see it but he’s just staring fondly at how peaceful you are, should you snore he chuckles to himself and wipes away any drool you might have.

✦ When he’s the cuddler, he’s a grumpy riser so his defense is to groan in your ear and curl up around you so don’t have a chance to leave. He could pin you to his chest, your back to him so he can tickle your sides and wrap around your stomach, his hands warm on your exposed skin. Taking in your scent as he nuzzles into your neck, complaining about how it’s too early to get up and that he wants to stay like this a little longer.

✦ Sweet girl, she’s hold your hand as she drags you around to her favorite shops. Fingers intertwined before occasionally leaving kisses on your knuckles, a joyful smile on her face as you laugh at her mannerisms. Skipping side by side, whenever you want to go somewhere you’ll wrap an arm around her shoulder and gently lead her away, seeing how she’s shorter than you so she willingly follows your lead.

✦ Personally, I love Belle’s room as it’s a fun vibe all around. Though messy, with the two of you guys cuddling on the bed, she can’t help but think she’s constantly showing you memes on her phone or any news update on inter-knot. You both are wired in together, sometimes Eous joining the both of you on the bed for a mild recharge, Belle teasing his ears while you squish his little arms.

✦Belle is a deep sleeper, so should she fall asleep on the couch while you both are watching a movie, you can carry her back to her bed. Though in her sleep, she’ll pull you in and have you sleep in with her, forcing herself into your chest as she feels secure in your arms and yawning loudly with a smile on her face. Sweet dreams for her, surrounded by your embrace and smell.

✦ Between the two of you, your both kinda starfish sleepers. The difference being that Belle will lay on top of you, your arms holding her like a plushie that breathes and is warm. She’s always the little spoon, trapped in your arms that you both always decide that you aren't getting up today. But she’ll never miss the opportunity to wake up beside you, lovingly starting as she tucks your hair back from your face.

#zenless zone zero #zzz #zonelist #headcanons #gn!reader #belle x reader #belle #wise #wise x reader #belle (zzz)#wise (zzz)#domestic fluff

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simpingforstardew · 8 months

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misty [chapter two]

pairing: sdv harvey x reader

synopsis: harvey has always been a man of routine and order— although just as he begins to tire of his life in pelican town, a new farmer moves to the valley and turns his life around. chapter two.

warnings: some angst in this one (tw/ description of familial death). pure fluff and romance; eventual smut, but that'll be tagged when the time comes !! please enjoy my harvey playlist while you read ♡ (this is crossposted from ao3).

word count: 1.6k

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The Stardrop Saloon, bathed in the soft glow of warm, dim lighting, welcomes its patrons with a comforting ambiance. The air carried the distinct aroma of aged wood and the faint scent of a crackling fireplace, giving the bar a rustic charm. The gentle hum of conversation mixed with the mellow tunes emanating from the vintage jukebox, creating an intimate symphony that echoed throughout the space.

In the games lounge, a haven within the heart of the saloon, the atmosphere took on a relaxed and casual vibe. Two arcade machines stand as silent sentinels; their screens flicker with pixelated adventures. The soft glow of the games cast dancing shadows on the well-worn couches nearby, a testament to the countless conversations and moments that must have been shared over the years. Adjacent stands the pool table adorned with worn-out felt and scarred by countless games. A haphazard arrangement of colourful pool balls wait patiently for their turn, illuminated by the warm glow of an overhead light.

“What the fuck? Fired?” Shane’s disbelief echoed through the saloon, as the cue ball he hits ricochets off the side of the pool table, “Just like that?”

“Yep,” You chuckle— both at the absurdity of your own misfortune, and Shane’s awful shot “HR claimed my ‘extended bereavement’ could lead to ‘performance issues’ and ‘wasting company resources’… Whatever that means”

Shane let out a snort, taking a swig of his beer. “And here I thought working in retail was a special kind of hell. Turns out even the corporate suits have their own issues.”

You accepted the pool cue he passed your way, unable to resist a playful jab, “Thanks, Shane. You’re making me feel so much better.”

The short man scoffs, grabbing his beer from the table behind him to take a long sip. “Just sayin’, you dodged a bullet getting the fuck outta there.”

Chuckling, you circled the pool table, searching for the perfect shot, “Well, it’s not all bad. Getting the boot from Joja pushed me to embrace farm life here. Guess I’m lucky in a weird way.”

“Yeah, lucky you,” he deadpanned, though a glimmer of curiosity flickered in his eyes. His attempt at sarcasm faltered as your shot proved victorious, sinking the 8-ball with a delicate tap.

“Talk shit all you want, but it seems like my luck’s holding up pretty well considering I just wiped the floor with you.” You flashed a triumphant grin, leaning the pool cue against the wall. Shane’s stoic exterior cracked, and for a moment, a genuine smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Beginner’s luck,” he huffed, yet the twinkle in his eye hinted at a begrudging acceptance of your presence, “That kinda luck doesn’t count.”

“Yeah, yeah— A win is a win, Shane!” You shrug on your coat with a smile, heading towards the front door of the saloon, “You owe me a drink next time I’m here!”

Without turning to see Shane roll his eyes, you step out into the quiet darkness of the night. Your smile quickly fades as the door of the saloon swings shut, leaving behind the warmth of the bar. As you enter the town square, a serene hush settles over Pelican Town, its sett streets bathe in the soft, ambient glow of vintage street lamps scattered along the thoroughfare. The spring breeze carries the distant melody of an insectile symphony, the noise of crickets underscoring the serene ambiance that envelopes the town.

Strolling through unfamiliar streets under the moonlit sky, your steps echo against the rough cobblestones beneath you. Your shoulders are hunched against the night chill and your gaze remains fixed on the ground, a mosaic of uneven stones beneath your feet. Each step whispers a story of the town’s resilience, of seasons changing, and the curious rhythm of life in Pelican Town.

Once inside the farmhouse, however, you realize that you have made a grave misstep. Arranging for your grandfather’s funeral, clearing your new land of trees and shrubbery, drinking with the townsfolk— these had all allowed you to keep your hands busy and your mind blank. Now, alone in your dark farmhouse, you had no distractions from your new reality.

The house itself was bleak. Each attempt to redecorate felt like an intrusion— as if the space itself was resisting your efforts to make it feel like home. The bed stood as a lonely sentinel in the corner of the room, illuminated by the crackling flames of the fireplace on the furthest wall. The room itself was adorned with remnants of your grandfather’s presence; even your sleeping cat— Pixel— was the runt of your grandfather’s cat’s litter.

A small pot of forget-me-nots, once vibrant, now drooped listlessly on the windowsill. You reached out, your fingers gently brushing against the frail petals, a silent acknowledgment of the grief that clung to every corner of the room. You are at least blessed with a working CRT television, although with access to only two channels in the valley, the device feels like a relic of a bygone era.

A cold draft sweeps through the room as you look above the TV: the otherwise barren wall displays a single faded family photograph, featuring your late grandfather, grandmother, and you. The glass of the frame cracked during the move and the photograph itself never seems to hang straight. You move to bring the photograph down from its place on the wall, holding it delicately in your hands— as if it could shatter at any moment. The photograph captures a moment frozen in the sepia hues of nostalgia.

In the centre, your grandfather stands tall, a patriarchal figure with calloused hands cradling a newborn lamb. His eyes, warm and crinkled with a lifetime of stories, radiate a quiet wisdom that guided your childhood. Besides him, your grandmother’s hands gently cup a cluster of wildflowers. The fabric of her apron was slightly swept, caught in the breeze. In the foreground, you: a child with innocent eyes and a smile that mirrored the joy of the moment. Clutched in your small hands was a clumsy, makeshift bouquet. The backdrop was the farmhouse itself, standing proudly amidst a sea of greenery; the sun bathed the scene in a warm glow. Yet, even in this idyllic tableau, there lingered a subtle melancholy, as if the photograph itself harboured the prescience of inevitable goodbyes.

The frame, once resplendent, now bears the scars of time—a crack here, a chip there. The glass that shields the captured memories has grown cloudy, as if the passage of years had draped a delicate veil over the faces of those who once shared laughter under the farmhouse’s sturdy roof. A sob escapes your throat as a tear splashes on the glass of the portrait; hesitantly, you place the photograph on top of your small table. You take a step back. You chuckle solemnly, wiping your eyes using the back of your sleeves as you yawn.

Pixel mews softly, as you climb into the cold sheets of your bed, before falling back to sleep. The silence of the farmhouse envelopes you like a weighted blanket, as moonlight floods through the windows of the farmhouse. It seemed that sleep was becoming increasingly elusive as you tossed and turned in bed.

The gratitude for your budding friendship with Elliot and Shane brings a bittersweet comfort, as you stare up at the ceiling, watching the way the moonlight casts a silver glow above. Elliot was the first person in the valley to approach you. His efforts to get to know you eased your anxiety about the new town. Shane was a tough nut to crack, but you suppose any stranger is your friend after too many beers— at the very least, you had a new drinking buddy.

The doctor you met before entering the saloon flashes through your mind as your eyes flutter shut.

‘Harvey,’ You mentally correct yourself, ‘His name is Harvey… and he doesn’t like decaf.’ You softly exhale, a smile tugging at your lips. He was… cute? A little bashful, sure, but he was more than gorgeous enough to make up for his nerves. Your face heats up thinking about his broad, towering figure; and the way his moustache curls up with his coy grin; and the way his dimpled, freckled cheeks blush so intensely when you look into his forest green eyes…

You turn to cover your face in your firm pillow, attempting to control your wondering thoughts; eventually, your breathing slows and your blush fades as you finally drift off.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 9 months

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this pain is inevitable (it sleeps with me while you're elsewhere)

love is not designed for the cynical - series masterlist here

pairing: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)

length: 900

genre: hurt/comfort, kinda fluff

warnings: reader is vaguely physically & mentally unwell and also has nightmares. jason is trying so hard and he's actually doing pretty well

a/n: this picks up right after I'm not me anymore (and maybe you're not you) but I think you can read this alone and it's fine

Jason stays with you that night, holding you in his arms and comforting you quietly, gently rocking you back and forth while you relax into him. Once your eyes flutter closed and you breathe out a sigh, he takes the opportunity to really look at you up close for the first time since he'd come back.

And what he sees worries him, strikings of fear hammering against his heart and tendrils of concern and anxiety sneaking around his throat. You don't look… well. You're not acting well. Wandering around alone late at night, not being concerned when faced with immediate danger, leaving your doors and windows unlocked - all of these set off alarm bells in his head.

But even worse than that is the sight before him now. He loves you still, of course - loves having you in his arms and feeling the way you press against him in your half-asleep state. But you're lighter than you used to be; if he trails his hands up and down our waist he can count your ribs. And there are deep purple circles under your eyes indicative of someone who is consistently not getting enough sleep.

If he listens closely, Jason thinks he can hear the rattling of your breath through your lungs, as if your body is so unwell that even breathing has become difficult… but maybe he's paranoid now. Maybe he's looking for more things to worry about.

The worry does come quickly, though, when you sigh against him and begin pushing yourself away and back into a sitting position. His heart lurches at any sort of divide between the two of you - after so long without you, the only thing in the world he wants now is to hold you close, close, close. And the longing glance you send to him tells him you feel the same.

Regardless of that, though, you sit up straight and drag your laptop onto your lap, opening it and squinting against the harsh blue light as you glance at him over it.

"I'll let you, um…" you start, and he can see it, the exhaustion, the fatigue, those walls of yours closing back up. "Thank you for coming by and talking. I appreciate it."

Jason frowns. "Of course, baby. I'm here for you, yea?" He doesn't miss the way your hands bunch the couch cushions at his words.

"I know," you respond, your voice quiet and weak. Jason moves towards you, gently taking the laptop and closing it, setting it back on the coffee table and ignoring your explanations of how much work you have to do.

"I think you need some sleep," is all he offers.

"You need sleep," you retort. Jason grins and pulls you back onto his lap, burying his face in your shoulder.

"We can do that together, you know."

"Jason -"

"Just sleep. I mean it," he soothes, squeezing your hips gently. "Come on, it's late… or early. I think the sun is gonna come up soon." You hum in reluctant agreement and let him nudge you to your feet, taking your hand in his and pulling you along down your hallway.

"You still a heavy sleeper?" you ask as you swing the door open to your bedroom. Jason assures that he is and narrows his eyes slightly, but before he can ask, you let out a quick, "I was just wondering." He tugs your hand gently and turns you to look at him.

"What's up?" he asks, and there's so much gentle, so much love and care and concern in his voice that it makes your breath catch.

"Just, um… I'm kind of a bad sleeper. You know, restless - I move a lot. I don't want to keep you awake." you explain. Jason pulls you towards him and wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," he whispers into your skin, holding onto you a little tighter.

But Jason doesn't sleep that night. He lays still, keeping his breaths even and deep while you curl into his chest. He watches as you shift and turn in your sleep, breath hitching in fear and body flinching in distress.

No, he doesn't sleep through that. How could he? How could he when you, his person, his love, is so clearly scared and hurt? How could he when all he can think of is how many nights you've gone through this alone? He holds you through the night, whispering comfort into your hair that he hopes you can somehow hear through the fog of whatever nightmare has its hold on you and keeps stroking a gentle, soothing hand up and down your spine. When you start crying in your sleep, he holds you so tight he worries about leaving marks as he shushes you, promising you that he's here, that he's back and he'll keep you safe and nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

And if he, himself, lets tears trickle from the corners of his eyes as he murmurs apologies into your skin for not protecting you from whatever happened while he was gone… well, that's no one's business but his own, he supposes.

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nyrasbloodyclover · 1 year

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summer nights (tate langdon x reader)

cw: alcohol, animal abuse (i am so so so sorry), tate being tate, tate being a simp for the reader and reader being obsessed with tate

a/n: i kinda want to make a couple parts for this (like tate one shots in the same universe if that makes sense?)

I was so bored. Ghost life was nothing like I imagined. In my head, I had a picture of it, something demonic, almost like hell after death. But it turned out I was wrong, once again. The afterlife was literally just walking around the house that I was murdered in, haunting it's halls and laying on my old bedroom floor while counting the holes in it. It was convinient because I could walk around in my underwear and not feel cold or hot—something death provided for you.

Well besides that, I had Tate. He was a seventeen year old psychopath who died in here not long ago, but I hadn't seen him much. He liked to hide and appear when you least expected him to. We talked, but not much. It seemed like he adapted to ghost life better than I did. And besides him, no one else wanted to hang out.

The new owners were some young couple with no kids, but a dog and they were annoyingly loud. They smashed the plates for no reason. They screamed at each other when they felt like it. It reminded me of my parents and I wanted them to shut up.

But I wasn't going to kill them. I am not a murderer. I still wasn't sure how to get rid of them, so I did nothing.

I was so bored one day that I decided to do something irrational. Well, there were no consequences when you are a ghost.

It was a hot summer night. I was up in my old bedroom, in a bra and a leather skirt when I heard someone locking the doors. I looked through my window. The annoying couple went out. Thank god.

I exited my room and went to the kitchen. I was curious. I don't remember the last time I ate. I didn't need food to function anymore, but... I looked around the drawers and finally found what I've been looking for. It was locked, but through the glass I could see the colorful liquor waiting, unopened. I never had a chance to get drunk, since I died in the midst of my teenage years.

I couldn't find the key. So I smashed the glass with my fist. I didn't feel pain, so that was convenient. It fell on the floor in million little pieces. I wasn't sure if the liquor was going to have any affect on me, but I didn't care.

I took the first bottle of whatever and opened it, not bothering to take a proper glass. I took a swing and felt alchohol burn my throat. It was relaxing. I always knew I would love it. I drank and drank until the bottle was half empty. I only felt light dizziness but nothing more.

"Save something for the others."

I turned around, bottle in hand, and looked at Tate's relaxed figure leaning on the kitchen doorframe.

"I'm not making any promises. Take it now if you want." I gestured at the other full bottles of various liquor.

"You know you can't actually get drunk, right? You're just wasting good whiskey." Tate looked at me, up and down and I wondered how he saw me in that moment. Dark circles under my eyes, disheveled hair, nothing on me but my bra and some mini leather skirt that probably rose up too high. I was too dead to be shy.

I frowned at him. "Well, it tastes good. And besides, what do you suggest I do to kill this boredom? I would die of it if i hadn't already been dead."

He laughed. "There are plenty of things to do around here if you think hard enough."

I continued to drink, swallowing bittersweet taste of whiskey from almost empty bottle. "So?" I urged him to continue.

"Do you like the new owners?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "Of course not. I would like to see them leave. For good."

"Great. Now listen..."

So he explained to me his twisted idea. And I agreed. Anything to get rid of the stupid couple that lived here.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" His voice was so calming. I was sure I would say yes to anything he suggested. I guess it was in his nature to be so persuasive.

"Why would I say no? Do I look like a dog person?"

He stared at me for a moment, mouth agape, not at my eyes, but the lacy fabric between my breasts. I cleared my throat. His eyes shot upward, "Yes— Uh, no, I guess not. Let's just find the dog."

I smirked as he walked in front of me. I had to admit, it was flattering to be center of someone's attention like that.

The dog was sleeping peacefully in the living room when we got in. I handed him the knife and stood by the door as he walked up to the sleeping creature.

"Ah, so you are scared."

"Not really, I just know you get off on murdering everything living and breathing." He smiled at me.

I wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing because his hand looked so good while holding that kitchen knife I had to stare at it for a whole minute. His ring was just a bonus. I had to rush away the unwanted thoughts about Tate that appeared to me once in every few months.

"You done?" I asked him.

Tate looked at me, a little blood on his beautiful hands, "Are you still bored?" After killing it, Tate dragged the dog to the kitchen and I followed him.

"In fact, yes. So I am going to listen to your previous advice," I chugged the rest of the bottle until it was empty.

"Do they have a record player?"

"Yes, it's in the living room. If you payed attention, you would've seen it." I rolled my eyes at him and went to the record player and saw a whole vinyl collection beside it. I browsed through it and smiled in victory.

Nirvana started playing.

I wasn't a big fan, but when I walked through the house in the middle of the night and Tate was still alive, I heard him play some of their records on repeat. I memorized almost every song. I knew he loved them.

I ran to the kitchen and smiled at him as he butchered the poor dog. It was part of his plan, but I never said I would touch the animal. His black sweater was drenched in blood. "We needed music. Now I'm not so bored." I opened another bottle and smashed the empty one against the wall.

"You really got the spirit." He mumbled while taking the dog's guts and putting it all over kitchen table and walls.

"And you really committed to it." I said while eyeing the mess he made. It was disgusting, but it was going to scare the stupid couple.

I could see he was glad I played his favorite band and it made me happy.

"Would it be too cliche if we wrote 'leave' on the wall?" I sat on the kitchen counter.

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's do it."

I waited until he finished his little art project and took the blood that was all over the floor on my index and middle finger and wrote in capital letters over the wall. I was hundred percent sure I wasn't bored anymore.

Then we went to the living room. He sat on the couch and I layed on the floor almost beside his converses. We waited for them to return.

Nirvana continued to play. "Why did you play them?" Tate looked down at me.

"Because you love Nirvana. And some songs really grew on me. And you have pretty hands. Like really, really pretty."

He raised one eyebrow at me that said Seriously?

I nodded and rolled over to the other side, away from him. Then we heard the door open. Footsteps. And then the horrified screams.

I wasn't sure who got out first, but they sure did leave. Tate smiled from the couch, revealing his dimples that made him look kind and adorable, even if he was diagnosed psychopath.

I started jumping across the room from happiness and Tate laughed.

I clasped my hands together, "What should we do next?"

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imaginesxthevamps · 2 years

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Can you do something about Brad eat out his gf on a lazy, rainy day? something like them lying in bed and watching a movie, Brad starts teasing her by putting his hand in her panties and squeezing her boobs txc

Lazy Sunday | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.3k

Date: 25/03/2023

Proofread: yes (language and grammar mistakes can still be present)

Warnings: smut (oral sex, f receiving, fingering), swearing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, xreader, smut, fanfiction

A/N: Another smut saturday! I hope you like it! Requests are always welcome :)) ❤

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The rain is clattering down on the bedroom window. Outside the wind is gushing through the trees making them swing in all directions. The cold outside is a big contrast with the warmth inside the bedroom. You’re laying in bed with the covers over you. You’re sitting between Brad’s legs, your back resting against his chest. He is stroking your hair with his fingers which makes you feel relaxed. Your favourite rom-com is playing on the tv. Brad has let you choose the movie and with this weather, you were in the mood to watch a good old rom-com. Brad is trying to pay attention to the movie but it’s not his kind of deal when it comes to movies. All he can do is stare at you and brush through your hair with his fingers.

‘I’m kinda too hot with the covers around me’, you say and pull them off you.

You’re wearing one of Brad’s shirts with some sweatpants. Brad looks down on you and he sees the outline of your breasts through the shirt you’re wearing as you’re not wearing a bra. He diverts his eyes back on the tv but his mind is wandering off. His fingers are still stroking your hair but now they go from your hair to your arms. They brush lightly over your skin. You didn’t expect the sudden touch of his fingers on your skin and you get goosebumps. Brad rests his head against yours and kisses your neck slightly.

‘Brad what are you doing?’, you ask laughing.

‘Distracting you’, he whispers in your ear and he sucks on your earlobe.

‘I’m trying to watch a movie here’.

He ignores you and his fingers travel from your arms to your shoulders to your neck. With one finger he goes down over your shirt, letting it slip between your clothed breasts. Your breathing is starting to change from the excitement. His finger goes up again until it’s back on your shoulder. Now he rests his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage them. His lips are on your neck again, sucking at the skin. A sigh leaves your mouth. Brad sees that your nipples are getting hard through the shirt out of excitement.

‘Can’t you wait a little while until the movie is over?’, you whisper.

‘You can concentrate on the movie, let me do the work’, he says.

Your eyes are concentrated on the tv while you feel Brad’s hands on your body. His hands are caressing the sides of your breasts. He is slightly moving his hands until they are covering your breasts. Gently he starts massaging them, squeezing them a little bit. Suddenly he pinches your nipples through your shirt, making you gasp. With one finger he makes circles on your nipples making them more sensitive with the second. While he is massaging your nipples he continues kissing your neck.

‘Take your shirt off baby’, he says.

When you’ve taken your shirt off, Brad throws it across the room.

‘Much better sight’, he says.

While one of Brad’s hands stay on your breast, the other travels down to your belly. His index finger draws circles around your belly button. His hand moves further down as he slips his middle finger under your sweatpants. His finger goes over the skin of your lower belly, touching the fabric of your panties. Slowly you breathe in to control yourself. His actions are painfully slow which makes it hard to concentrate on the movie. His hand moves over your clothed pussy and he starts to slowly rub it through your panties. As he moves down he can feel the wet spot that has formed because of all the touching.

‘You’re so wet already, do you like what I’m doing?’, he asks you in a husky voice.

‘Yes, I like it a lot baby’

His hand moves up a little bit as he starts rubbing your clit. A sigh leaves your mouth and you close your eyes. He goes slow at first but picks up the pace. The wet spot in your panties is growing as pleasure radiates through your body.

‘Can you still concentrate?’, Brad asks as he pushes harder on your clit.

‘Fuck it Brad’, you say and you turn the tv off.

Brad moves from underneath you and stands up. He walks until he is at the end of the bed. He grabs your legs and in a sudden move, he pulls you closer until your legs are hanging over the bed. He grabs your pants and panties at the same time and he pulls them down. They end up at the other side of the room just like your shirt. You’re laying in front of him completely naked. Brad sits down on his knees.

‘Spread those legs for me baby’, he says.

You spread your legs a little wider. Brad places his hands on your thighs as he starts kissing your legs. He sucks on the skin of your inner thigh making you gasp. A red spot forms on that place and he does the same on your other leg. His tongue makes a trail down your leg, teasing you even more. Eventually, his tongue reaches your pussy. First, he slowly licks over your lips but then his tongue disappears between your folds. Your moans are getting louder. Your legs are closing because of the pleasure he gives you but Brad keeps them open by pushing his hands down hard on your thighs. He moves his face from between your legs and hovers over you. He pushes his lips onto yours and kisses you hard. His tongue enters your mouth and you can taste yourself. Brad moves his lips from your mouth to your neck. He starts sucking on your skin. Two of his fingers enter your pussy. He is sliding them in and out fast. Your moans are getting more erratic with every thrust of his fingers. He slips his fingers out of your pussy and stops kissing you. His head goes back between your legs and he starts sucking on your clit.

‘Fuck Bradley’, you moan out.

While he continues sucking your clit, his fingers thrust into you again. Your hands find their way to his hair. You’re grabbing him by his curls. With his hand, you try to push him even closer to your pussy. You feel a knot building up in your lower belly, indicating that you’re close.

‘Brad, I’m gonna cum’, you moan loudly.

‘Let it go baby, cum for me’, Brad says and continues sucking your clit.

One of your hands is grasping his curls while the other is grasping the sheets. The knot that has been building up in your lower belly explodes as pleasure waves through your body. Your eyes are closed and you try to catch your breath. Brad gives your pussy one last kiss before he stands up.

‘Fuck Brad, why are you so good at this’

Brad laughs at your comment. He takes your hands and pulls you up so you’re sitting. He crouches down in front of you.

‘I need to take care of you my love’

You smile as you pull at his hands so he falls on you. You smile at him while your hands go through his curls. You connect your lips with his in a passionate kiss, your lips moving in sync with each other.

‘I think I have to clean myself up, I need a shower’, you say while holding his face.

‘Maybe we should make that a round two?’, Brad teases you.

‘You’re so eager today Bradley’, you laugh.

‘It’s not like we have something else to do with this weather'

Brad gets off of you and pulls you with him. He picks you up and you lay your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bathroom…

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good-beanswrites · 1 year

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A Shidou + Dance drabble for anon, thank you for the request! It still has genuine headcanons/characterization, but I definitely went a slightly sillier route (kinda channeling minigram vibes at points...)

“I am not doing that.”

Shidou was always very polite, very calm in the face of any high-energy circumstances, whether it was a medical emergency or a raving party. The situation wasn’t quite either of those, but still he maintained his composure as the prisoners beckoned him forward.

Yuno had cleared away some of the common room tables so she could teach Haruka a dance she’d seen online. His performance had attracted Muu, and their giggles had tempted Mahiru, whose dedication in her wheelchair involved Mikoto, whose teasing had recruited Fuuta, whose yelling had dragged in Kazui, and their spectacle had created an audience of the others.

“Aw, it’s easy,” Yuno was telling him, “just a few simple moves. I’m not asking you to pirouette or anything.”

Through his polite smile, he internally cursed Kazui for joining in; now he couldn’t use the excuse that he was too old for such nonsense.

Not that dancing itself was the issue. Shidou prided himself in being very good at the art: he knew several steps and moves, and had never been known to pinch his partner’s toes. He and his wife had received much praise for their dancing at their wedding. Before his work kept him out through the nights, she had talked him into a few midnight waltzes in their kitchen. He’d help his daughter twirl when she was feeling like a ballerina, and would sway with his son to the same music.

But this amalgamation of hand gestures and hip swaying wasn’t quite the same to him.

He opened his mouth to decline, but a small stare in the corner gave him pause. Amane was watching the scene with feigned disinterest. She watched Shidou for his answer. All week he’d been encouraging her to involve herself with others more, telling her of all the benefits to her mental health. If he wanted even the slightest chance of her taking him seriously, he only had one choice.

“I… will do my best.”

“Great!”

Before he had a moment to second guess the decision, Yuno grabbed his arms and yanked him into the circle. His eyes flashed around the group, quickly calculating the moves in order to follow along. Swing your arms this way, wag your finger that way, raise both hands, turn your body around, and so on. It was fairly repetitive. He had it down in no time.

Or so he thought. Mikoto snickered at him.

“What?”

“You look stiffer than a board. You’re supposed to loosen up, man.”

“I am loose,” he said, his limbs perfectly rigid as he moved them with the music.

Mikoto did the little turn, putting a bunch of extra movement into it. It was uplifting to see him enjoying himself. Ever since he’d left the smoking group, Shidou had been worried about his state of mind. “Not even close. You’re doing even worse than Fuuta, somehow.”

“Hey!”

Mahiru swung her arms to the music. “I think he’s doing very well!”

Yuno was dancing circles around them -- literally and figuratively -- and she seemed to agree with Mikoto.

“Come on, you can relax here! Warden isn’t even around.” She swung her hips in fluid motions. “Let me see some rhythm!”

Shidou joined them for claps in sync with the beat, which he thought demonstrated his rhythm perfectly fine, but she kept prodding.

Finally, he set his jaw. He wasn’t the type of man to get embarrassed. He could care less for appearances. Even if he was that type of person, he’d have reason to agree -- Kazui was completely showing him up.

Though his movements were certainly ridiculous and clumsy compared to the others’, he tried to shift his shoulders and legs in similar motions. It earned him some celebration and some laughs from the others. He bent his knees, trying to put his whole body into the silly steps.

He followed Yuno’s example, letting out a chuckle as he danced more ridiculously than he believed he ever had.

The song picked up, and Shidou turned triumphantly to where Amane sat in the corner. This would be a big step, showing her he was willing to put himself out there for the group. Maybe it would even convince her to come and join the dancers, now that she saw --

Her chair was empty. She had left.

#milgram #shidou kirisaki #yuno kashiki #and others #you can picture whatever tiktok/viral dance you think yuno would enjoy - though i was inspired by those shorts deco27 has been posting #with dancing miku!#i thought about doing a play on him dancing around information and his tendency to lie/twist the truth #but i mean if i have a request for dance im definitely gonna make him dance >:3 #i always pictured shidou as that calculated and logical type #not overwhelmingly so - but he kinda analyzes everything in his day and approaches it all like he would a work case you know?#and weve seen him to be a means to an ends guy so i dont think hed be easily embarrassed or shy if he was doing something for a reason #he rarely does goofy things ever but hed make a total fool of himself if he knew it would get the job done #thank you so much for the request ah!#it was fun writing that slightly looser side to him :')#drabbles

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Mushy May Day Four

Love At First Sight Pairing: Ifrit/Mist Rating: Everyone Featuring: Ifrit's smitten. Mist is kind of unknowable. Ifrit trying so hard not to be creepy but is kinda creepy. Word Count: 850+ This was supposed to be a First Kiss, but it didn't work out that way...oops. Read it under the cut or on AO3.

Ifrit notices her right away. She’s the first thing he sees when he peels his eyes open, legs still shaky. He flexes his bare feet against the warm stone of the summoning circle—and he stares. He doesn’t even think not to. Doesn’t have the wherewithal to drag his eyes away from her petite form.

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him. Eyes narrowing the longer he stares at her.

Someone drapes a cloak over Ifrit’s shoulders and pulls him away from the summoning circle, away from the ghoulette. He tries to keep his eyes on her, tries to commit her to memory.

The ghoul steering him away laughs, it sounds like water on rocks. He squeezes a big hand on Ifrit’s bicep. “Good luck with that, spitfire.”

“Who is she?”

“Mist.” the ghoul—void by the ozone reek of him—steers Ifrit down a long dark hallway. His knees feel like jelly. He’s driven along only by the ghoul’s pressure on his shoulder, stumbling forward.

It’s only hours later, sitting alone in an infirmary bed, that Ifrit realizes he never asked about anything else. Not where he is or why? Not the name of the void ghoul who brought him here, or the names of the other ghouls that were brought in after him—equally as shaky and confused.

He lays back, drags his hand through his mop of dark hair. He finds he doesn’t care about the answers to any of those questions—he just wants to see her again.

He doesn’t see Mist again for a long time. He gets comfortable. Learns his purpose, gets a guitar shoved into his hands and finds he enjoys playing it. He gets close with his packmates. Learns to love them like family.

He swears he sees glimpses of her. Flashes of spiky white hair disappearing around a corner. Her slight silhouette bathed in moonlight out by the lake—only to disappear when he does a double take.

As the nights pass—those glimpses become full sightings. She goes for a swim every night after midnight. Ifrit finds himself standing at the windows and watching her disappear beneath the surface of the lake. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. That he at least should have a proper conversation with her. But he’s smitten. And he never sees her anywhere else—hasn’t had a chance. Doesn’t even know where her room is. Late one night Dew finds him standing in front of one of the large window at the end of the ghoul wing hallway. His fingers shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. He’s waiting for a glimpse of her.

He tries not to feel weird about it—this strange voyeurism of a woman he’s never met. But it isn’t for lack of trying, and he’s not creepy. He swears he isn’t. He just wants to know her—wants to know how to know her.

Dew nudges him with his elbow. “You spying on Mist again?”

Ifrit jumps, drags his eyes away from the glassy stillness of the lake in the distance. “No—what—I’m not—”

“Relax,” Dew rolls his eyes, he grabs Ifrit hands, lanky fingers lacing with Ifrit’s thicker ones. He pulls him down the hallway with surprising strength. Ifrit tries to protest, but Dew doesn’t look back at him.

“Where are we going?”

“To see Mist.”

“You know her?”

Dew looks over his shoulder at Ifrit, fair eyebrows raised up to his hairline. “We’re both water ghouls.” He says as an explanation.

He tugs Ifrit forward and shoves him toward a door.

“Knock. Say hi. Don’t be fucking weird.”

And then Dew’s gone, his own door slamming shut behind him. Ifrit swallows the tightness building in his throat. He’s hot. When did he start sweating?

He raises a fist and knocks softly on the door. Silence answers him. He feels a wave of relief. Good. She’s not here. He doesn’t have to embarrass himself tonight, he can go back to his room and-- The door swings open. He looks down and is met with Mists icy stare. She taps her painted nails on the door as she drags her eyes over his frame.

“Ifrit,” she says. It’s not a question, even thought they’ve never been formally introduced. She runs her other hand through her short spiky hair, dragging her palm over the undercut on the side of her head.

“Yeah I uh—”

“It’s about time you introduced yourself.” She crosses her arms. Despite being so much smaller than him—there’s something in her gaze that makes Ifrit feel like he’s already on his knees. Her lips tip up toward a smirk. “You’ve been watching me enough.”

“I—“ Ifrit tries to think of a way to defend himself. A way to sound less creepy than he feels. Heat rises through his face. Mist’s small smirk breaks into a grin. As his panic rachets higher. “It’s fine. Trust me. If I didn’t want you to see me—you wouldn’t have.”

“I’m sorry—”

Mist opens the door a little wider. She gestures into her dark room with her free hand. “Come on, pretty boy. Let’s get to know each other.”

#comet writes #mushy may #ifrit ghoul #mist ghoulette #mist ghoul #ifrit/mist #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction

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finn-m-corvex · 1 year

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Jaya Week 2023 Day 4: Promise

I DID IT! I know I'm a day behind and I'm so so sorry, but after what happened yesterday I was just really shaken up and I didn't feel comfortable posting this until the anon was gone. Also, I was so frustrated at being told what I could and couldn't post that I decided to add an additional 1500 words to this out of pure spite (my spite is so much stronger now that I have to reupload this). I originally had a different idea for this day, but after seeing how many people loved the pregnant stuff I did for Day 3, I changed my mind! Hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Words: 3.5k

TWs: uhh general stuff that comes with childbirth, blood warning, kinda death warning not really, warning for women in labor, obligatory warning that if anyone doesn't like seeing pregnant women in a positive light do not read

[REUPLOAD!]

“Hi there, little ones,” Jay cooed, feeling up and down Nya’s now very pregnant belly, “you’ve been giving Mama a lot of trouble today, you know that?”

“Jay,” Nya giggled, still not quite used to the feeling of something kicking inside of her, “cut it out. You’re making them excited, and excited means they kick!”

“Is that a bad thing?” but Jay relented, pressing two final kisses to her belly before standing back up and giving her a kiss instead. He was careful about wrapping her up in a hug, very aware of the precious cargo that she was carrying. Nya sighed, relaxing into her Yin’s hold and letting him rock them back and forth.

She listened to his heartbeat with her head on his shoulder; Jay always had a vaguely irregular heart rhythm because of his lightning, and at this point Nya had heard it so much that it sounded like a song one would put on the radio at the end of a long day. Jay rubbed circles into the small of her back, trying to relieve some of the pressure of the weight that her poor back had already been carrying for the better part of seven months.

Things had been quite busy around the monastery since Nya had learned she was pregnant. All of the boys had been doing their damndest to help her out, with Cole being an absolute sweetheart and waiting on her hand and foot when Jay wasn’t there to do it, along with Kai and Lloyd. Lloyd and Kai had also gone through the whole place to babyproof it (carefully checked by Pixal), and Zane had downloaded as much knowledge about anything to do with parenting ast he could. Pixal, when she wasn’t trying to make sure the others weren’t burning the house down with their efforts, was carefully designing toys and devices and baby monitors and other very fancy technology that Nya’s pregnancy-addled brain couldn’t wrap itself around. She would do her best to find out what everything did after she gave birth.

But the real star of the show had been Jay, as per usual. He had been running himself ragged transforming what had been his old room into the perfect nursery, building cribs completely from scratch and painting the whole thing a very light shade of blue. Nya had been a little concerned when she stepped in one day to find him about to swing a sledgehammer into the wall, but Jay had explained that it was only to make space for a window so the babies could have some natural light.

Nya didn’t know why she was so attracted to this silly man until she saw him take the first swing, muscles rippling, and then everything made perfect sense.

He had only built one crib at first, because that had been all they were expecting. Imagine their surprise when the ultrasound at their next appointment revealed that they were having TWINS!

Jay had to make the call to everyone else while Nya held onto his arm, sobbing her heart out onto the sleeve of his jacket. She was mortified when she finally got ahold of herself, but Jay had just kissed the top of her head and told her that she could keep crying if she needed to.

She did. For a long time afterwards.

The sound of Jay humming brought her back into the present, and Nya let her swollen feet rest on top of his so he could start walking them around the room in a strange waltz. Jay pressed a tender kiss to the side of her head, whispering in her ear, “everything okay, love?”

Was everything okay? They were scheduled to head into the hospital tomorrow for a c-section; it was the safest option and Nya wanted the absolute best for her little ones. She and Jay had elected to keep their genders secret until they had been born, but they already had names picked out and ready for whatever they turned out to be. In all honesty, the two were probably as prepared as new parents could be, and yet Nya still felt a little uneasy.

“I’m worried,” she confessed, and Jay didn’t say anything for a minute. His hands started tracing her spine, going up and down in a soothing pattern.

“Yeah, I am too,” he said, “but it’s going to be okay.”

Nya’s arms tightened around his waist. “Do you think we’re ready?”

“I don’t think anyone can ever be ready for something like this. But I promise you, Nya, that you’re going to be a great mom. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

She opened her mouth to respond, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, when a sharp pain rolled through her gut. Nya groaned, bending over as much as she could in his hold. Ignoring Jay’s cry of alarm, she cried out, feeling her muscles contract to a pain level high enough to make her vision white out.

“What’s wrong?” Jay asked urgently, the only thing keeping her standing, “Nya, what’s wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

Her nails dug into his shirt, and both of them stilled when there was a sound of something plopping onto the floor with a wet splat.

Oh First Master, she was in labor.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Jay kept repeating, gently lowering her to the floor. Nya sobbed, clutching onto the front of his shirt as her stomach felt like it was going to turn itself inside out. Jay was panicking. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you down the stairs!”

“Ah! Get Cole!” Nya spit out, pushing him away. “Get Cole!”

Jay ran out of the room, yelling his best friend’s name as he went. Pixal popped her head in after he ran out, immediately crouching next to her and giving the water ninja her hand. Nya squeezed it tightly with another cry of pain.

Pixal brushed the hair out of her face. “Don’t worry, Nya, Cole is on his way. We’re getting you to the hospital.”

“I’m here!” Cole yelled, running into the room with Jay right on his heels. Pixal showed him how to pick Nya up, and he hoisted her into the air with barely any effort. Jay had been making himself useful and clearing the path out of the monastery, now trotting alongside the earth ninja as he ran through the building as carefully as he could.

“You have to be twice as careful, Cole!” Jay was warning, and Nya could’ve slapped him silly. “Those are my kids you’re handling!”

“I know, Jay!”

“Boys!” Nya said harshly, digging her fingers into Cole’s shoulder as another contraction overtook her. “Can you shut the hell up and get me out of here?!”

“Yes ma’am.” They both quickly said, and Nya had barely any time to feel the satisfaction between the muscle spasms.

Thankfully, Pixal had a good head on her shoulders, pre-preparing a vehicle to get Nya to the hospital as fast as possible. Going down the monastery stairs was a special kind of hell for the water ninja, and she was very close to passing out from the contraction pains when Cole finally put her in the front seat.

It was only a couple hours later when Nya was laying in one of the hospital beds, strangling the life out of Jay’s hand; she could see the tips of his fingers turning black and blue from her grip cutting off his blood flow. He didn’t complain though, instead taking his other hand and smoothing her hair out of her sweaty face.

“I am going to put a knife through your eye for doing this to me,” Nya seethed, tears running down her face. “Jay Edward Walker, you will be lucky to walk out of this room alive!”

“Absolutely, whatever you say, dear,” Jay said calmly, cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re okay, Nya, you’re okay.”

He watched as the doctor came into the room with a couple nurses, walking right up to the foot of the bed where his Yang was exposed. The doctor gave them both a kind smile, and Jay did his best to give him the same thing.

Snapping on his gloves, the doctor took a look, putting on a serious expression. “Alright, miss, you’re pretty far along already so a good few pushes should be all that’s needed to get the first baby out. We can reassess the need for surgery after the first birth-”

“I am NOT having surgery after this!” Nya yelled. “Where the hell is my epidural?!”

“Did the nurse not give you any?” the doctor asked, and Nya could’ve popped a blood vessel.

“No!”

“We’ll get you some soon, sweetie,” one of the nurses said in a sickly sweet voice, and Nya could feel the water pressure building in the pipes as her anger rose. She wordlessly pointed to a small bracelet that Jay had left on the floor, and he understood.

Putting it on was the easy part; the hard part was the instant suppression of her powers, and Nya gasped for air as she felt it shoved forcibly back, caged. It hurt a little, but it was ultimately the best option unless she wanted to birth her children directly into a small lake.

“So, change of plans,” the doctor said amicably, and Nya could already tell that she was going to hate whatever was going to come out of his mouth, “it turns out that there isn’t time for an epidural. You’re doing this birth completely natural!”

Nya opened her mouth, and instead of the scathing remark she had planned she gave a short scream in pain. Jay’s hand was squeezed even tighter as she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing. Her abdomen felt like it was on fire, and Jay was doing his best to comfort her and listen to the nurses at the same time.

One of them was telling him that he had to leave the room and Nya’s heart plummeted. She shook her head no, keeping Jay close. He wasn’t leaving her like this.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jay said solemnly. “I’m right here, Nya. I’m staying right here, no matter what, I promise. You’re doing amazing.”

“I can see a head!” the doctor exclaimed, and Jay was quick to take a peek. Nya saw the way his face paled instantly, and watched as her Yin swayed on his feet.

She growled. “Don’t you dare faint on me, Jay Walker!”

Jay swallowed thickly. “Not planning on it.”

“Keep pushing, miss,” the nicer nurse said from Nya’s other side, “you’re almost there! Push!”

Nya pushed, alright. She kept going in time with whatever the nurse was saying, spurred on by Jay’s encouragement and praise. As embarrassing as it was, Nya couldn’t stop herself from crying, keeping her face in Jay’s shoulder so the other people wouldn’t have to see her tears. It was bad enough that she couldn’t contain her sobs.

All it took was one final push and the pressure relieved itself, Nya collapsing heavily against Jay as all of her strength left. Jay was stroking her hair, kissing away the tear tracks on her face and doing his best to get feeling back in his poor hand.

But something was wrong.

Dizziness threw her vision into disarray, and suddenly she was clutching onto Jay for a very different reason than giving birth. “Jay, Jay, something’s wrong.”

“What?” Jay asked, puzzled, and he turned to see the doctor turn as white as the sheets. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

It took just one look at the sheets under Nya to see what was wrong. The sterile white was quickly being turned crimson by blood at an alarming rate, and Jay couldn’t breathe. He barely even got to see the baby before the nurse was rushing it out of the room. Nya was trying to say something to him, but the only person he could focus on was the doctor reaching for some tools on the side table next to him.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jay asked urgently, squeezing Nya’s hand back and holding her close.

The other man grit his teeth. “She’s crashing is what’s happening!”

“Crashing?!” Jay whipped his head around to Nya. “Nya, Nya, you need to listen to me. You’re going to be fine, okay? I promise everything is going to be okay, I just need you to hold on for me. Can you do that?”

“Jay,” Nya whispered, and Jay’s heart stopped with how weak her voice sounded, “I love you, I love you so so much-”

“Stop it.” he said angrily. “No. No. You’re going to be fine. You hear me, Nya? Everything’s going to be okay.”

She tried to let his words give her some strength, but it wasn’t enough to keep her eyes open. The last thing she heard before she passed out was the rolling of a crash cart, accompanied by Jay’s frantic reassurances and the feel of his lips against hers.

Waking up was an experience. Her head was pounding like someone was striking a hammer against her skull, and her mouth was as dry as the desert where Jay had grown up. Feeling around her mouth with her thickened tongue, Nya opened her eyes, squinting. She immediately noted the time difference; it had barely been noon when they had arrived at the hospital, and now it looked well after sunset. The sun’s rays were still shining but only barely, glinting off of the metal equipment in the room.

There was an odd pressure on her arm, and Nya could feel her heart melting when she looked down to see her Yin fast asleep. He was drooling onto the now clean sheets, grasping at her hand, carefully avoiding the I.V. line that she was hooked up to (when had that happened?), and Nya giggled. She tried to take her arm back, only for Jay to tighten his hold and snuggle it closer.

“Jay,” she said softly, stroking across his cheekbone with her thumb, “it’s to wake up now, dear.”

“Five more minutes,” he groaned, and Nya could only sigh as she kept stroking with her thumb, tracing his cheekbone and down his jaw to wipe away the trail of drool leaking out.

“I think it’s been a little longer than five minutes, honey.”

She watched as his eyes slowly started to blink open, still heavy with sleep. The blue was deep and dark; his eyes tended to get brighter when he had more energy. Jay yawned, sitting up properly and lazily stretching his back to hear it give a nice pop.

He never let go of her hand, only taking it so he could kiss her palm. “Good morning.”

Nya raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s morning, Jay.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, and finally he seemed to realize what was happening. “Nya! You’re awake!”

The water ninja was not prepared for her Yin to shoot forward and wrap her in a crushing hug, one hand going around her waist and the other tangling itself in her hair. Nya hugged him back, kissing his neck when she felt tears start to soak through the hospital gown from where he had tucked his face into her shoulder.

“You’re okay,” she soothed, rubbing his back in smooth motions, “you’re okay, Jay. I’m okay.”

“B-but you almost weren’t!” Jay sobbed, “I could’ve lost you!”

“I’m not going anywhere, love.” she said firmly, and then it hit her.

She had been in labor.

She was clearly no longer in labor.

Where were her children?!

“Where are the kids?” she asked urgently, not meaning to be so rough when she pushed him away, “Where are my kids?!”

“They had to go to the ICU,” Jay explained, “after they had to perform surgery to get him out. It-it was pretty scary. Here, I’ll call the nurse and tell her you’re awake so we can see them-”

Nya grabbed his arm when he started to get up. “Wait! What did we have?”

Jay gave her a watery smile. “A boy and a girl, just like you said we would.”

“Kai owes me a hundred bucks,” Nya said smugly. Jay chuckled, pushing down another watery sob as he left the room to find the nurse. She wasn’t left alone for very long; Jay must’ve said something, because soon the rest of her family was filing into the small hospital room.

Her big bad older brother had clearly been crying too, even if he was trying not to show it. Lloyd looked tired, like he had just run a marathon at four in the morning, and Cole didn’t look much better on his other side. Nya shook her head, smiling; these were her idiot brothers alright. Did they really think she was going to go out like that? Without even saying hello to her kids?

“C’mere guys,” she said as cheerfully as she could, holding out her arms. The boys piled in without hesitating, even though she could tell that they were still trying to be careful with her. That was totally fair: she had just given birth to a child, almost died from blood loss and had a major abdominal surgery in what she assumed was a four hour window.

Zane and Pix held back at first, waiting until Cole and Kai had pulled away before going in. Nya appreciated the sentiment. Lloyd kept hugging her well after everyone else had had their fill, and she was all too happy to hold him close and kiss the top of his blond locks while his shoulders shook with hidden emotion.

Lloyd gave her a stern look when he finally stepped back, making a beeline for the hard plastic chair on Kai’s other side and leaning his head on his older brother’s shoulder. “You’re never allowed to scare us like that again, you hear me? Never.”

Nya shrugged. “Hey, I didn’t ask to have a hemorrhage. At least, I’m assuming that’s what happened, right?”

“That is correct,” Pixal said, “although I agree with Lloyd. You cannot give us a scare like that.”

“You’re lucky Cole was here,” Kai said quietly. “He helped give you a transfusion.”

Cole looked sheepish when she turned to thank him, rubbing the back of his head. “Don’t mention it, seriously. What else are brothers for, right?”

“Also I would’ve killed him in his sleep if he hadn’t done anything,” Jay said jovially, walking back into the room with a new pep in his step. Nya could hear something rattling behind him, and watched in amazement as the two nurses from earlier rolled in two odd-looking incubators, each holding a baby.

Her babies. Jay’s babies. Their babies.

“Nya,” Jay said softly, “meet our two amazing and wonderful kiddos: Elizabeth and Noah Walker.”

“C-Can I hold them?”

Of course, the nurses told her, already making the preparations for her to do so, Nya felt the tears coming before she could stop them, and in an instant Jay was there to wipe them away.

Kai stood up to help, and Nya looked at the baby girl (her daughter) placed in her arms with absolute awe. She was so little, Nya noted, with only a couple scraps of brown hair on the top of her head. Jay helped her to support the baby’s head, and Nya watched as she curled her tiny hands into fists. With instincts that she didn’t even know she possessed, Nya let her hospital gown fall off of her shoulder, uncaring of who saw her do so.

It only took a second for the baby to start suckling. The tears in her eyes started coming even faster, and Nya leaned into Kai’s side once he had wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“I made this?” she said faintly, cupping the baby’s head. She couldn’t believe that something so soft and precious could’ve ever been born from their rough and tumble lifestyle. More of her heart melted when the baby’s hand wrapped itself around her finger.

“You made her, alright,” Kai said warmly, placing his hand under Nya’s to support the baby’s head, “and she’s perfect.”

“My little spark,” Nya whispered, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “I’m so glad to meet you, Tessa.”

Jay walked over with the other baby, her little boy. He took after Jay far more than Tessa did, with a mop of curly brown hair so dark that it was almost black and the makings of Jay’s signature grin. Cole and Zane were both cooing over Noah, with Cole giving the boy his finger to play with. Jay had tears in his eyes just like she did, and she could taste them as they fell down his face and into their kiss.

“Hey Nya?” Jay said quietly.

“Yes, Jay?”

“I know we’ve made a lot of stuff over the years, but I think they’re the best thing we could’ve ever created. I can promise you that.”

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago jaya #jayaweek2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jaya week 2023 day 4: promise

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drizzledrawings · 1 year

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spoilers at the end-

(The dumb hc, excuse typos I suck at writing) So basically, Arthur got picked up by Dutch and Hosea before John. He was a teen right, 14? And John then joins the gang when he’s twelve(?), making Arthur in his 20s (10 year age gap). I’d like to think they were the type of siblings that always fought, like I swear they could never just talk to each other, they always had to throw in an insult. But of course they cared about each other, their ways of showing it though seemed nonexistent. Now ik basically everyone smoked during this day n age, but I’d like to think that like, probably Hosea wouldn’t let John smoke cause he was just a kid. And not necessarily cause they thought smoking was bad, but because it was like, an adult thing to do right? Like drinking? Either which way, John seemed like he probably was rebellious little shit and would beg for a cigarette from Arthur, and not cause he like, really wanted one, but same vibes of asking an adult for a swing of alcohol. Because if you can’t have it you want it. Maybe at first Arthur said no, but eventually he came around to it and would either let him puff off one he already had lit, or give him his own. Same vibes as your little brother like, begging for a bite of your lunch. When Arthur gave John his own cigarette though, John never like, finished it, instead took like 2-3 puffs and made Arthur finish it. And Arthur would cause he didn’t like wasting his own money (since they were always cigarettes he paid for). So this like, sharing cigarettes, became kinda a thing with them, and as they grew up they just continued to smoke together. That’s how they showed that they cared for each other. It was like, and unconscious thing they just did. So like, when one would get out a cig they would either offer the other one and then light them both. Or they would light their own and let the other have a puff. They would still occasionally smoke on their own, but like mostly if the other was there because if one brought out the cigs they were both smoking it. John honestly kinda gives me those vibes of like, those crazy folk that only eat the first few chips out of a bag. Like they like when it’s ‘new’ the first bite, the first whatever. So I can see him being the kinda of guy that only liked the first few puffs of a cigarette and then he was sick of it. So so many times he would light one and then track Arthur down in camp and just hand him the lit cig and leave. And just like always Arthur would just finish it. Like even if they were pissed at each other, one would just light a cigarette and they’d say nothing yet smoke it together.

Imagine like, post Arthur’s death at beecher hope, John just sitting on the porch, and his brain somehow always circles back to the gang, and then of course how Arthur had saved his life. And he’s sitting there reminiscing good times and without realizing it he’s lighting a cigarette to relax. He takes a few puffs and it really dawns on him that Arthur isn’t there, that his brothers actually gone. And he just, doesn’t finish the cigarette and just puts it out barely smoked.

😀this ripped my heart out!!!! Thanks!!!😀😀

#OW #but also so cute

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minsungjinho · 1 year

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Terms of Endearment - Han Jisung X Reader

word count - 4.8K genre: smut, some fluff, kinda enemies to lovers, work related relationship warnings below the cut

warnings: sexual content, unprotected intercourse (birthcontrol), crmpie, soft dom!han, oral both f&m, one slight mention of blood, rough sex, teasing, begging, aftercare

A large amounts of buttons, and switches are fixated in front of you, your eyes zoned out on one in particular of which is flashing repeatedly. It's your typical work day, plastered to a cushioned desk chair in front of the control panel outside of the recording room. It's sound proof walls unfortunately can't block out ignorance and idiocy.

You've been waiting for the artist to come in and record a track for over twenty minutes, checking your phone every few minutes to see if he's canceled yet. A part of you wished he would cancel, and hopefully reschedule for a day you weren't working.

His voice wasn't the issue, in-fact his vocals and style were something you sought after for years while doing your apprenticeship work. His range was awfully special, from singing ballad type songs to rapping better than Kanye or Drake. The issue was his attitude and god-complex.

You lean back into your chair, watching the clock tick above the doorway to the halls. You sigh feeling exhausted and stand up to stretch your legs, wondering if he will ever show up. He's not typically late but when he is, it's always over thirty minutes. You walk circles around the room, stopping in front of the door and staring up at the clock.

The door swings open fast, knocking you back with a slow reaction. Before falling to the ground completely, a hand reaches for you and holds you up by your arm. You look up, and see none other than the man you've been waiting for.

"It's about time." You mumble, standing up straight and patting your clothes free of wrinkles.

"What are you doing standing right in front of a door? You do know what doors are used for right? They don't work that well when someones blocking the way." He scoffs and walks over to the lounging area of the room, throwing a couple of random belongings onto the couch. He takes off the bucket hat he often wears, tossing that onto the couch as well while rubbing his hair around to get rid of any lines or indents the hat created.

"Ready?" He asks with a sigh, his arms at his side as he stands in front of you and his hair a mess.

"Mmm" You hum, resuming your spot at your seat and getting the track loaded up.

This particular song was more mellow, soft and sad tones flowing all throughout. As he puts on his headphones and gets the microphone adjusted to his height you watch as he simply exists. You've always been quite the people watcher, but this time it was more out of curiosity for how his brain works.

"Do you need to warm up?" You ask him, communicating through the speaker system.

He shakes his head, "Did it on the way here." he says while pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket.

"Alright, do a couple sample lines so I can adjust the settings real quick."

He doesn't respond, but simply starts singing. Sometimes you thought that your time with Han was easier than other artists because of his professionalism. No small talk, no dilly-dallying or messing around, just work.

His lyrics were sad just as you suspected, and his voice rarely faltered making this track easy to record. You finished up in good time, not having to record many lines or re-listen often.

Despite your feelings about him, you always make a point to compliment his work that day or say something moderately nice once the work is done. This time however, he was the one to compliment you.

"Good work today." He says quietly, regathering his belongings.

"..You too." You replied after a moment, making sure you heard him right.

He was the last recording of the day, and you were very glad because it meant you could go home and relax for the rest of your evening with no interruptions. You stretched your arms and back, letting out a small squeak before getting out of your chair for the last time that day.

With no further words exchanged, Han reaches for the door and steps through to leave for the night. You reach underneath the desk, grabbing your bag and coat. You power down all of the technology, and start towards the door to shut the lights off.

Yet again, it swings open and almost knocks you over. Luckily you weren't standing directly in front of it.

"Again with the door." He scoffs, leaning against the doorway with his foot keeping it ajar.

"Forget something?" You ask while speaking through your teeth, your lack of patience showing.

He shakes his head and keeps looking at you before speaking, "I was gunna go get dinner and wanted to see if you'd join me." Your lack of response made him continue after a long silence. "You know.. as a thank you for how well you record for me." He finally looks away, fumbling with his hat.

"Hmm." You were a bit surprised at the mood change, wondering where this sudden change of heart came from. "What are we eating? I'll only go if it's something good." You respond, seeing him visibly relax a bit.

"Anything you want." He retorts with a grin, no longer fumbling his fingers.

"Noodles. Black bean noodles, to be exact." He nods at your request. "With meat." You add, causing him to chuckle softly.

"Let's go then," and with that statement both of you left the recording studio.

The restaurant was a small, quaint mom and pop' shop, only a few other customers at tables across the room. It was nothing fancy, but you honestly preferred it that way. Both of you had been slurping your noodles and gnawing at the grilled beef for quite some time now, with very few words exchanged since you left the studio.

"Good enough for you?" He asks after a few moments, sitting back against the wooden chair looking stuffed from the meal.

You answer with a smile and nod, using your chopsticks to reach for the last piece of steak. Ripping it apart with your teeth, you notice him watching you contently, but you try not to pay much attention to it.

He kept watching as you finished your meal, practically licking the bowl clean from how well seasoned everything was. You grabbed your glass of water and rested against the back of the chair, taking a deep breath before sipping some down.

"I'm full, really really full." You confess, deeply breathing once more to try and relieve some of the pressure in your stomach.

"Wanna go grab some drinks?" He asks abruptly, not wasting a breath.

"Wow, straight to the point I see." You giggle softly before responding. "You've treated me to this meal already, thank you by the way. But treating me to a night at the bar is far too much of a 'thank you' for just doing my job." You shake your hands in front of your chest in protest, smiling politely at the offer.

He nods for a moment, looking down at his hands once more before speaking. "At least let me take you home, it's getting late and all." He doesn't make eye contact with you as he sits up from his chair, walking over to the cashier and paying for the meal. You stand and start for the door, grabbing your bag and jacket in the process.

Before raising a hand to push the restaurant doors open, Han reaches over you from behind, opening it for you. He nods at the jacket in your hands.

"Put that on, it's getting colder at night." He looked straight ahead while walking, no smug look or grin on his face, just contentment.

He was right, it was starting to feel a bit chilly as you walked in the direction of your apartment. You put it on, leaving it unzipped so you wouldn't feel too warm. A sigh from his direction catches your attention.

"I was really craving a drink tonight." He says casually, not really hinting at anything but simply stating what was on his mind.

You didn't say anything for a bit, contemplating what you would even say in response.

"I've got some beers at my place.." You replied in a hushed tone, almost hoping he wouldn't hear you.

"Perfect." He said before walking faster than he had before, as if the mention of alcohol put a pep in his step.

~ You opened the practically empty fridge and grabbed two beers, placing them on the counter and grabbing a couple of glasses to accompany them. Han sat on your couch that faced the window, watching the nightlife before him. He was leaned over with his elbows propped against his knees, simply observing.

You watched him for a bit, his messy hair in front of his eyes, his fingers interlocked with each other, his... Why were you thinking this? You shook the thoughts (literally) from your head and walked over to the couch sitting beside him. You placed the glasses onto the table and open a tall can of beer to pour. He picked up one of the cups and held it for you as you poured.

You exchanged small talk for a while, until eventually you starting to hit deeper subjects as the alcohol worked its way through your bodies.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked nonchalantly.

"A secret secret?" You retorted, making a joke based on one of his song titles.

"Yeah one of those." He chuckled. "Don't take this the wrong way, but when I reserve a spot in the studio to record I always make sure it's you that's going to be working that day."

"Me?" You questioned. "How come."

"I don't know.. I guess I just like recording with you. We work well together." he takes a sip from his glass.

"I get that, most of the time I look forward to working with you because it's painless. You know what you're doing and don't fuck around." You smiled while finishing your sentence, feeling grateful for that aspect of work.

"Most of the time, huh?" He leans into the couch before continuing. "I understand, I'm a lot sometimes."

You nod gently, not wanted to start anything or make the situation awkward; More awkward than having a customer over for drinks.

"It's a front." He lets out with a deep breath. "I'm not usually a douchebag, but it's easier to make it seem that way."

You looked over at him, watching as the city lights reflect in his eyes.

"Easier?"

"Yeah, if I'm the nice guy then I tend to get taken advantage of, or played around with. I'd like to hope people can take me more serious than they would if I were a nice guy."

"I would" You chimed in.

He turns his head to you and smiles lightly.

"I'm actually a pretty anxious guy." He nods and fumbles with his fingers. "Being an ass and putting up an act conceals that a bit."

"Well if it helps you don't have to be that way with me." You feel your cheeks blushing a bit at the statement, the conversation getting deeper with every word.

"Oh yeah?" Han questions in a teasing type of way. "I'll take you up on that."

You can see some of his actual personality shining through, it makes you feel warm inside knowing he's able to trust you enough for that. Or maybe it's just the booze.

"There's something I've been curious about, and I can kind of guess since I came over to your place but I'll ask anyways." You look over at him as he speaks, waiting for the question. "Are you dating anyone?"

You laugh loudly at his thought, wondering where the hell he could of come up with it.

"No, I don't have the time to see anyone. Honestly I probably see you the most out of any of the customers that come into the studio. Kinda sad to think about I guess." You take a long sip of your beer, finishing whats left in your cup and reaching down to pour another.

"I don't think it's sad, it mean's you're dedicated to your job. I enjoy seeing you." He starts to trail off, and when you set the empty can of beer down - you pause before it hits the table, looking over at him.

He's got a faint blush on his honey colored skin, and eyelashes that any woman would kill for. You set your glass down on the table next to the empty can and push yourself closer to him.

"You actually enjoy seeing me?" You asked him while squashing whatever little bit of personal space was between you.

He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and nods, looking at you. Really looking at you, from the way your hair is draped over your face and slightly to the strap of your bra starting to fall off of your shoulder. Once he met your eyes the liquid courage had finally taken it's control over you, and before you even knew it you had leaned your body forward and kissed him.

You kissed him quickly, no tongue, but not just a peck either, a long and hard kiss that made you hold your breath until you pulled away. His eyes fluttered open, and while he looked surprised, he didn't look upset or awkward about it.

"Well, I'm glad one of us made the first move." He combed his fingers through his hair and chuckled.

"Why?" You asked while simultaneously tilting your head, like a dog hearing the word 'treat'.

"Cause now I can do this."

He pushed his body into yours, causing your back to fall against he couch cushions and watching as he propped himself over you. Your cheeks were a deep shade of red, the mix of alcohol and smutty intentions fueling the fire. His knuckles caressed your cheeks softly, gently pulling any small hairs from your face.

"I've thought about this a lot," He starts, speaking quietly. "kissing these pretty lips of yours." And he does just that, his arrogant persona starting to slip through as his lips ever so lightly brush against yours.

"Tell me more," You manage to whisper past his lips. He took that statement as permission to continue leaving little smooches all around your lips and face.

"Kind of embarrassing to say," As he uses his thumb to press against your jaw, pushing your face toward the window away from him. "I've actually dreamt of bending you over that couch in the studio." His confident words send a shiver down your spine with his face nuzzled into your neck leaving more trails of kisses.

"So you dream about me, hmm?" You tease lightly, your lips shuddering at his teeth graze across your collarbone.

"All the time, Y/N." This causes an insatiable need to raise your hips into his, feeling his bulge shove against your core.

You wanted to indulge him in the fact that you've also dreamt of him, but didn't want that to inflate his ego too much. His kisses against your skin started to get heavier, obviously getting impatient with the need for more physical touch.

You take the opportunity to touch him, raising a hand to his hair and threading your fingers through, the other lowering to his waist and gripping it firmly. He releases a small, barely audible moan; the strength at which you held his hair between your fingers was pleasing to him but also a tease.

His body raises over yours once more, his lips crashing down onto yours hungrily. His lips where kissed out, swollen and red from the constant pressure against them. You pulled his plump lip in-between your teeth sucking gently before nibbling on it, instigating another moan from his chest.

"Baby, you keep that up and we're going to be doing a whole lot more than just making out tonight."

"I wouldn't mind that," You challenge, lifting your hips into his once more.

"Mmhm," He groans into your lips. "The only question is where." "Where?" You ask, curious on his thoughts.

"Where you want me to fuck you senseless." His face is only inches from yours, the city lights pouring in through the window and illuminating your faces.

"Dealers choice?" You say shyly, looking away embarrassed at his dauntless question.

With no hesitation he climbs off of you, picking you up bridal style from the couch effortlessly. You gasp at the feeling of your body being lifted into the air, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"You asked for it." He practically growled, carrying you towards the only closed door in the apartment to which he could only assume was your bedroom.

You assisted him in opening the door, turning the knob before he pushes it ajar forcefully with his leg. He sits you down on the edge of the bed, lifting your shirt off of your torso before doing the same to himself.

By the time you had been laid down on the bed making out again, you were both only in your underwear. You noticed his boxers were tight against his body, his dick fighting to be released from its hold.

You manage to sneak a hand between the two of your bodies, your lips still entangled as you grip at his dick lazily. He raises his face from yours, backing his body away and sitting against the headboard next to you. He pulls down his underwear, letting his cock spring out and leave a satisfying slap against his stomach.

You looked at his length, and then to his face, looking down once more before wrapping your hand around it and slowly starting to pump.

"Use your mouth." He demands, his voice lower and sexier than you had ever heard before.

You crawl between his legs, looking at his abs curve with the shape of his body as it's leaned against the headboard. "I'll be gentle," You hear his whisper, an audible grin on his lips. Your lips wrap around his leaking tip, using your tongue to lick up any precum that was daring to drip. This action brings a moan from deep within his chest, his hands immediately tangled in your hair making a messy ponytail.

He lets you set the pace at first, carefully bringing yourself further onto his length to avoid gagging. He notices your hesitation, bucking his hips before you can pull away from him. You attempt to gasp at the sudden surprise, failing miserably with his dick forced to the back of your throat.

He sighs and his body relaxes beneath yours, visibly enjoying himself as he uses your throat for his pleasure. Tears form in your eyes from the forceful shoves into your throat, though you find yourself wondering why the hell this turned you on so much. You hum a quiet moan, the vibrations causing him to shudder and inhale a breath through his teeth.

He pulls your head up forcefully by your hair, releasing it once his cock is out of your mouth, which is dripping with spit.

"So pretty," He grins while lowering his body flat against the bed. "Come sit." He cooly requests. You sit for just a moment before he notices your nervousness. "Don't worry Princess, let me taste you." He motions for you to come to him, which you slowly do; feeling embarrassed having never done this before.

After crawling over to the height of the bed you roll your panties down your legs before carefully straddling his face. You melt into him as his tongue just barely separates your folds, tasting the sweet yet bitter wetness from your core.

He pushes against your clit ever so lightly, yet causing your body to jump in shock. He holds your legs down with his hands gripping at your thighs, overstimulating you with the flicks of his tongue. Han moans at the taste of you, raising his hips in response to his throbbing length. You lean forward, taking his dick in your hands before sucking at his tip lazily, your mind too focused on his mouth on your cunt.

You open you mouth wide as he forces his tongue inside of you, digging his nails into your legs. He uses to opportunity to buck his hips and flood your throat with his length, causing you to gag. You hear a stifled moan from beneath you and feel the vibrations on your core as you drag your tongue up to his tip, separating his slit.

He continuously pleasures you with his mouth while forcing his cock down your throat. You feel a heat build inside of you as he sucks and nips at your clit, you try raising your body from his face, struggling as he forcefully hold you in place. The need to close your legs is impossible to fulfill, his mouth quite literally eating you with his face smothered in your nectar. You moan loudly as he flicks against your clit repeatedly, his dick still sloppily fucking your throat.

Once you finally can't bare it anymore you back is arched high, sitting up straight on his face as you ride out your high on his tongue. Your nails are dug into his chest, gasps of air rushing into your chest as you feel your body relax from its climax.

You gently roll off of him, your chest heaving while trying to collect your breath. He sits up and leans into you, forcing his tongue between your lips.

"You taste so fucking good, baby." He licks his lips and pulls away as you taste yourself ever so slightly within your mouth. You pull a hand to your face, self-conscious and exhausted at the longest climax you've ever endured.

"I'm not done with you yet." He declares while pushing your legs apart.

He pulls your bra down exposing your full chest, reaching underneath you to unclasp the hooks holding the cloth together. "Now," He whispers into your ear while throwing your bra across the bed. "Do I get to feel all of you, or would you prefer protection?" He props himself on his elbow just a few inches from your face, looking down at how fucked out you already are.

He nibbles at your ear while you mumble: "Don't bother, I'm on the pill.", feeling his smile on your skin once he hears you.

He removes your hand from your face, placing it around his neck as he smiles down at you. "Tell me if it's too much," He says before leaving a small kiss on your nose.

Your lips part as you breathe, feeling only his tip at your entrance. As wet and aroused as you were you realized you would be feeling sore tomorrow with the size of his dick about to open you up.

And he does just that, gripping at the blanket right next to your head as he slowly pushes himself into you. He paces himself as he starts to pump, groaning and growling curse words under his breath. You spread your legs wide and lift them slightly, giving him more room to push himself deeper until reaching your hilt.

The slight pain on him pushing past your walls and stretching them wide shortly turns to pleasure, every vein and curvature of his dick stimulating you in different ways. Your nails dig into the small of his back, your head digging into the bed beneath you. The arch of your back brings his tip right up to your sweet spot, earning a moan escaping from your lips.

Han realizes this and pick up the pace, using his unpropped arm to hold your body up against his. Your breasts start to bounce more as he pumps into you faster, his breaths mixed with moans of bliss. Your toes curl as he repeatedly hits your g-spot, hands roaming all around his back and neck before finding their place in his hair.

His thrusts become forceful, pleasurably painful as he rams himself into your cervix. You find yourself breathlessly mumbling his name over and over, your body heating up in preparation for another massive climax. He must feel the warmth radiating from you and your walls starting to clench, bringing his movements to a painfully slow pace.

"Han.. please." You plead, whining at the lack of friction.

He shakes his head, his messy hair in front of his eyes as he gulps down a breath. "Not yet," his thrusts turn into grinds, feeling every inch of you. "I need to savor this incase I never get the chance again." He barely gets the words out, his face scrunching in different ways as he pushes and drags against your beaten walls.

You try pulling him into you faster, a hand digging into his waist. His strength outmatches yours, unwavering from the slow grind he seems to be enjoying.

"Why wouldn't you get this chance again?" You say impatient, willing for him to speed back up. Instead he stops, looking you in the eyes with a confused expression. "We could do this every fucking day." You said openly, staring into his honey brown eyes.

"You really think you can keep up with me?" He asks honestly, anxious for your answer.

You hum in response, nodding with a devilish grin on your lips.

"From this moment on I'm claiming you as my own," He says rapidly before ramming himself into you again.

A load groan escapes from you both, and the thrusts begin to quicken. He holds himself on his elbows at both sides of your head, bringing his hands to your cheeks and kissing you deeply. You pull away, brining his bottom lip between your teeth and biting down hard enough to draw a small drop of blood.

He moans the loudest he had that night, making you feel even more wet than you had been. He lowers a hand down to your core, separating your folds and finding your clit in an instant. He rubs and presses down against it at the perfect pressure.

You raise your hips and push into him with every thrust into you, his cock opening you up even more. Small whines and winces leave his lips, his pumps becoming sloppy. The heat in your core had returned simultaneously, your breath quickening to an alarmingly fast rate.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping his body as close to yours as possible. "Fuck baby," he mutters, his face scrunched up even more than before. His raspy words push you over the edge, feeling the burst of pressure in your abdomen. His name leaves your lips over and over, muttering it, moaning it, screaming it as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, Y/N" He pleads before feeling his own orgasm arise.

You feel the twitch of his dick inside of you, and not too long after- his abundant seed is dispensed into you, fucked deep into you as he thrusts hard and deeply into you. This orgasm had lasted longer than two minutes, leaving you completely motionless and limp as he slowly rides out his high.

A rush of white light covers your sight, your fingers tingling and every molecule of sweat on your body feeling known due to the sensitivity of your skin. Your body had officially called it quits, the oxygen to your brain not being quite enough to function properly.

You feel Han gently lower his body weight onto you, then wrapping his arms around your lifeless body and pulling you onto your side with him. You barely feel his fingers caress your body in a comforting manner, your focus on getting your breathing back to normal. The tips of his fingers push away stray hairs from your eyes, leaving room to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Once you feel an ounce of energy return to your muscles you wrap and arm around him, nuzzling your face into your chest. His length is still rested in you, both of your juices leaking and dripping onto the sheets. You stayed like this for what felt like hours, until he gently rested your head onto the bed, getting up and walking out of the room.

He quickly returned before you started thinking useless, worrisome thoughts. You opened your eyes just wide enough to see him in nothing but his boxers, a wet steamy towel in hand.

"Let's clean you up, baby." His terms of endearment to you made you feel comforted and even slightly loved.

After cleaning you up, he helped you dress into comfy clothes for the night, climbing into bed with you and rubbing the ashiness from your muscles. He hummed the tune to the song you had recorded for him earlier in the day, looking down at your sleepy, fucked out body.

Without looking at him you knew he had a slight grin to his lips, hearing it as he hummed your favorite part of this song.

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After just having a shower, Im sitting on the edge of my bed in my underwear putting on my butter lotion, massaging it over my skin, stretched out on the bed. Behind me, you keep on watching as I apply the butter lotion onto my arms and legs. You ask “What is that?” Turning my head, I look at the confused expression on your face. I smirk and say, “Its butter lotion. Kinda like lotion in fact it nourishes the skin but is a little more solid when its cold and turns into absorbable oil when you massage it.” Your expression says disinterested “Ok carry on babe.” Holding the jar up I ask, “Wanna try it? It smells really good.” You turn your face away “No I'm good, Thanks.”

“You sure? I'd even give you a back massage.” Titling the jar back & forth, Quirking you teasingly, smiles and says, “Think again babe. Mmhmm well just take your dress off and lie down on your stomach.” You chuckle & says “You know if you wanted to undress me, you dont need to have an excuse.”

I smile mischievously, “Trust me if I wanted to get you in you'd know it. Now turn over.” Continuing to chuckle you pull your dress over your head and then turn onto your stomach. Place the jar on the bed stand I swing my leg over yours to get on your butt. You shift your head to look back at me, saying “You sure you dont want me to turn over so we can get to the point?” My cheeks turned bright red, I glared while fighting a smile, “Shush! look forward babe.” Smirking you turn your head back to the front and settle your chin on your hands. I lean over to the body butter lotion to scoop some of it onto my fingers to work it over my hands.

Stretching my fingers I grab hold of your shoulders firmly but gently as I move my hands in slow circular motions, feeling the pressure working through your muscles you start to become relaxed and boneless in pure contentment. “Mmm That feels great.”

“Knew it would babe.” Working my way down your back. I eventually reach your hips. I take a breath before reaching around to unbutton your jeans, and grabbing the waist band to drag your pants down your legs. “What are you doing?” You look back as I'm dropping your pants off the side of the bed. “Im gonna do your hamstrings, just give me a sec.” Grabbing a little more lotion I rub my hands together before placing them on the tops of your legs. After spreading the oil I work my way up from behind the knee joint I circle my hands at a leisurely pace. When I'm about halfway up to your thighs, I lean over and kiss you right between your back neck. Your skin twitches under my lips when they make contact. Keep on making circular motions with my hand, I start brushing my tongue all the way down your spine until I reach the base. By then the feel of my mouth on your spine coupled with the sensation of my hands massaging your inner thighs. It causing you to use the friction of the bed sheets against your cunt. Leaning my face next to your ear “Would you like me to take care of your front as well, little?”

You gently nod your head & respond with heavy breaths, “Yes Sir please!” I reach behind you to grab two scarfs and a clean sock. Chuckling I sit back, After you roll over on the bed, I look back at you with my eyes glinting “Now act like a behaved girl, Little!” Sticking the sock in your mouth. I grabbed both of your wrists, placed it above your head, tie-up them to the bed with one scarf and lock the sock in place with the other. My hands trace to your hips, grab firmly and yank you down on the bed & position myself in between your legs. Looking at your lower lip I can already see moisture poking through the folds. With a groan I shift my grip to wrench your thighs apart to give myself easier access. Putting two fingers together I press it against your entrance.“Ahan your cunt is already soaking with desires.” My fingers are moving in a circular motion to spread your wetness. Placing a hand on your waist to keep you still at one place, pumping my fingers at a moderate pace and hooking my fingers to keep hitting the same sweet spot.

Immediately you start to quiver and shake. As I start picking up the pace, the stimulation causes you to start to drip thru your silk panties fibre. Whimpering sounds are being continuously muffled as you squirm under my administrations. Unable to move much as you're still tied up and stretched out. Before long you start jerking your hips against my hand having coated in with your juices, moans pouring from your filthy throat. Your back is dipped towards the bed having all your nerves on edge to the point of a live wire. Your ass is being held in the air solely on your thighs. I take your panties off from your quivering body. No longer having the patience to start ruining you and to stop give you my sweet torture. I take my underwear off as well, place my cocks tip just at your entrance holding it just there. I lean over to speak directly into your ear as I untie the gag.“Beg for me, be my good girl, And beg for my cock slut like you need air to breathe.” Once the sock is out of your mouth, you start spewing word after word, “Sir, pant... Sir please, oh please! fill me with your cock.” Groaning as you try to wriggle your pussy against my dick. “Everything is burning Sir, can't think... pant... straaaah-aight now”

I start playing with your clit to keep you away from my dick. “Please! its so painful I feel so empty sir.” You say while you're sucking my fingers in. Continuously clenching around as you're gushing against them. “Please sir! fill me with everything you have. Fill me fast and hard, take my breath away, empty everything from me so you can fill me with your hard cock.” You sob as you're shaking from the intense sensations that my touches are giving. I smirk in satisfaction removing my fingers from your slick velvet to rub circles on your ass cheek before giving it a firm slaps one after another. “AHH SIR! I NEEDED IT BADLY.” You cry out from the sting as I tilt your face towards me, kissing you tenderly and feel the ache from your butt by rubbing it. Ending the kiss I situate myself onto my knees. “Ah! You're doing good, slut.” Moving behind you, I replace myself against you. Grabbing your hips with both hands. I ram my way in hitting you hard and deep. The sudden roughness shoving you over the edge. You'd been on the last 10 min. Jerking uncontrollably comes against my pelvis in waves as the fluid waterfalls down our legs making a mess of everything.

Groaning from how hard You're squeezing my dick. Infrequently I start jack hammering in & out to cum as fast as possible drawing out my orgasm with every thrust.“Slap, Ah-slap, AH-slap, hah-slap, god-slap, so-slap-oo-slap, o-hah-slap, goo-slap-HAH- slap.” The room is filling with the sounds of my balls spanking your dripping clit, with each thrust my hands digging into your pelvis, and my dick carving its shape into your pussy. You slowly lose your mind as you become undone underneath me. With the wetness coating the both of us, the tightness enveloping my shaft, and the sight of you completely stretched out and wrecked by me, makes me throb in you causing you to whimper in response. Feeling myself about to explode I use one of my hands to grab a handful of your hair while bruising your hip with the other. Leaning next to your ear I begin to rut against your ass and into your pussy,“Tell me where you want me to come. You're a flithy slut who's craving for more so tell me where you want it.” Reaching down with the hand that's on your hip I start to toy with your too sensitive clit before thrusting Aaahh Sir!! You start to pant and shake from the multiple points of stimulation. Smirking into your neck I stop moving with my dick buried in you.

“Sorry didn't hear you, what was that Slut?” With every nerve ending on fire the pause in stimulation is painful. “Ooooh, sob-please don't stop, hah- it hurts, I'm sooo-hah close-aaahh.” You're shaking and shivering beneath me, I feel your walls pulse, twitch, and clamp around my cock.“Not until I know where you want my cum.” With a sob you thrust against me trying to get some friction going,“Damnit Sir, I want you to put it in me.” You squeeze down hard on my cock trying to pump it till it's empty. “My pussy is thirsty, its craving. I want you to pump me hard and fill me till I'm bloated with it-sob. Please, I'm soo close keep going. Sir I want everything you got.” You're whining by the end of it but with the answer. It got me feeling my cock twitching and pulsing. Growling in your ear I wrap my lower arm around your hips, anchoring you against me. I start pounding hard into you causing my balls to smack against your clit harder. Letting go of your hair.

I reach around to toy with your breast. Squeezing, kneading, pinching the nipples I love.“Ahh how malleable your boobs are underneath my hand. Im gonna fill every inch of your tight little pussy with my cum.” I start pumping my hips in the same rhythm with yours, driving my dick deeper and deeper in your cunt. “This is what you want slut, dont you?” I gripped your hair, twisting your head and forcing you to look at me. I groaned, reaching down to your clit. Small, fast circles from my fingers sent you over the edge. Your body tensed up as your orgasm blazed through me. “Yes Please fill me now.. AaaaaHhhAaa-hah!” And with one choked gasp I cum as well while continuing to slam as deep as I could possibly go. I fill you completely with my warm semen. I could feel your pussy clench & unclench from all the pounding with my cum is still in you. Minutes passed before we collapsed into each other, gasping and trembling. I reach your face, stroking the hair away from your pretty eyes before I lean over and kiss your forehead in praise. “You did so good Little.”

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