#sick with heat sensitivity in the top of the month

[sparkylurkdragon]

Man.

I've just been having A Month this August.

Hopefully September will be better.

[shy-writer-999]

Ace's pillow is your last resort

WARNING: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

A/N: Ace has been gone for months and you decide to ride his pillow to get off. ~1k words. shoutout to the anon who requested this!

Ace & Pillow Humping

Ace had been gone for a long time—days had turned into weeks, weeks into months. He was on some voyage, some mission hundreds of miles away. You didn’t know when he was going to come back. You were worried sick, and on top of that you were starting to crave his touch with concerning, all-encompassing intensity. You felt like you were going crazy.

A few days in, you started to sleep in Ace’s bed. It smelled like him, reminded you of him and the countless nights you spent together there. If you closed your eyes and wrapped yourself in his sheets tight, you could almost hallucinate his presence next to you, throwing his arm over you like he always did. You wore his shirts and his sweatpants, drank out of his favorite mug, used his shampoo—you did anything to mimic and pretend like he was there.

In any other circumstance it may have been overkill, but when you passed the three-month mark without him you threw all inhibitions to the wind… which is how you ended up humping his pillow in his bed one night, trying to keep your moans as quiet as possible.

The idea hit you like lightning—if you couldn’t fuck him, why not fuck yourself to completion with something that smelled just like him?

It started by fingering yourself in his bed, a guilty pleasure. You would close your eyes and pretend like he was watching and touching himself too, which happened to be one of his favorite activities. Unfortunately, your fingers just wouldn’t cut it sometimes. But… what about his favorite pillow?

Moments after the idea flashed through your mind, you grabbed his pillow and folded it in half. You positioned it underneath you, between your legs, and started to hump the smooth fabric. You braced yourself with your hands on the bed in front of you, sometimes sitting up and grinding down, other times leaning forward on your elbows rubbing back and forth. You had one of his big t-shirts on and nothing else.

In Ace’s bed, with the lights turned off in the late hours of the night, you figured that everyone else would be asleep.

The fabric of the pillow bunched and slid, granting friction to your core that quickly became so wet that it was starting to saturate the fabric. A stain seeped into the area where you grinded your clit and glistening lips erratically. Each thrust backwards and forwards built heat in your core and elicited soft whines and needy puffs of breaths.

As you rutted your hips into the pillow more forcefully, you could feel your climax building. It felt so good—the fabric was wet from your slick and the friction of your clit snagging on the fabric sent zaps of pleasure to your core. Your muscles started to tense up as your core started to throb and pulse.

You couldn’t help it anymore. Ace’s name started to trickle from your mouth along with pathetic and filthy whimpers. You could hear the fabric make sloppy rustling sounds as you shifted back and forth.

“Ace, nngghhhhhh” you panted, pressing your hips down and putting all of your weight on the pillow now, rubbing your sensitive spot so it felt just right. “Aceeee. Fuck.” As you writhed on his pillow, you imagined how Ace looked when he touched himself to the sight of you.

Ace would spread his thick thighs and tease as much precum out of his cock as he could, stroking leisurely until he got worked up enough to move his hand tighter and faster. He would sweet talk and encourage you while he watched you stuff your fingers into your cunt just for him. “Awh sugar, you look so cute getting all hot and bothered for me” and “you’re moving those pretty fingers so well, sweetheart.” He’d throw his head back and make the most precious looks of ecstasy when he was about to cum. His freckles would scrunch up as he let out desperate puffs of breath, eyebrows pinched into an expression of pleasure.

While you imagined him touching himself, you started letting out needier moans and more urgent thrusts, franticly dragging your cunt over his pillow like you were in heat, like you were dying for it, starving for it. “Ace, fuck, Ace, Ace, Ace,” you keened, ripples of ecstasy ricocheting through your body. You were almost out of breath.

Right when you were about to climax, you heard the door creak open. The light switch clicked and flooded the room, making your eyes smart from the pitch black you were accustomed to.

“Surprise beautiful, I’m home—” Ace’s voice sent you over the edge. He may have been watching, but you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming. One last needy hump on his pillow and you were squirming with euphoria from your orgasm, panting and sweaty, an absolute mess that made Ace hard on sight. “Fuck, babe. Are you humping my pillow?” He stared for a moment in disbelief then walked in. He closed the door as you collapsed forward onto the bed, riding out the last waves of bliss from the wet pillow case.

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed out, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Welcome home, love.”

Ace approached the bed, squatted down to your eye level, and gave your forehead a kiss. He was grinning. “You missed me, didn’t ‘ya princess?”

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(✿˘ω˘)˘ε˘˶ ) ok that's all for now! see the anon request below & my response!! ive decided to do this format so the image banners i make show up in the thumbnails :3

omfg thank you so much!!! (✿˘ω˘)˘ε˘˶ ) this is such a good idea. the anon requests in my DMs have been neeeasssttyyy and it’s giving me life. I fear you are really going to let the freak out of me because why have I not thought of this before... 😳😳😳

[erizee]

arctic and polar!!

arctic: how would you cope on a victorian ship

BAD lmao. i get motion sick in basically every form of transportation if im not blasting music from my headphones and ships are the worst for me. i relate a lot to those pre-canon hickeygibson fics where hickey spends the first months constantly throwing up lol.

polar: do you prefer the cold or the heat

the cold 👍 im heat sensitive and hate not wearing long pants and at least 2 layers at the top, my ideal temparature is like 10-15 degrees

[creations-by-chaosfay]

Spent all week prepping myself for the dental appointment, and got a phone call at 7:30 this morning. They cancelled due to staff being sick with covid19.

Y'all need to be wearing masks. This isn't the first time my various doctor and dental appointments have been cancelled due to this deadly disease. It took months of frequent rescheduling for one of my appointments because someone came to work sick with covid19 and got everyone there sick because no one was wearing masks. Several staff members either died or had to resign/retire due to the damaging and permanent effects covid19 has on the body.

I'm still dealing with the longterm effects of being infected in 2022. Chronic eustachian tube dysfunction is at the top of the list, chronic ear pain (laying on my right side or sleeping withbmybhead turned to the right resukts in immense pain when in my ears when i try sitting up), as is inflammation in my joints, memory issues (had brain fog for over a year), my asthma became significantly worse, and increased sensitivity to heat and cold, among other things. My husband brought covid19 home from work when he was working as a cook and only one of three people who wore masks. He was told to come back to work after five days isolation unless he was testing positive. He didn't get back to work for almost two weeks. I had all symptoms except pneumonia for six months and tested negative after three weeks. A fever of 103 F for two weeks, while on a fever breaker, cooked my brain.

I still tire very easily, but now, almost two years later, I'm able to walk nearly a mile without becoming so weak and exhausted I collapse. I couldn't help with grocery shopping for over a year, unless it was a quick trip and a wheelchair or motorized shopping cart thing was available. I would otherwise collapse and need time before I could get myself up off the floor unassisted.

It's one of the reasons I'm not as active. Before the infection, my severe asthma had improved so much between 2020-2022 that I was walking for two miles without needing my emergency inhaler, and doing this almost daily.

[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

Seeing some other users pop up who also have pots, and reading their past and current struggles has inspired me to write a little about my experience. (From what I remember anyway.)

Just in case, tw/cw pregnancy loss is mentioned.

My symptoms started right smack at 13. I had always been slightly heat sensitive but not enough to really think about it. Then I turned 13 and it was like I was burning constantly. But also, even when I was hot, my extremities would still sometimes be ice cold.

I fainted in the shower, daily. I almost always felt it coming beforehand. The sudden dizziness and weakness. It was my normal routine to feel that, lie down, black out, wake up, then resume my shower. (Usually 5-15 minute black outs)

I knew something was wrong, but I was a young teen. My thoughts were "too scared to address it" and "I'm just being a baby" and "What doctor is gonna believe a teenager these days". So I suffered through it.

It was horrible. My teen years were riddled with unnoticed tachycardic episodes brushed off as "you're out of shape" and "just push past it". Meanwhile i felt like i was dying.

I know teenagers biologically need more rest, but i was chronically fatigued and of course, "lazy teenager" label got thrown at me constantly. I tried to stay active, productive, but it got harder and harder. (Not knowing I also struggled bcuz of audhd but that subject is touched on in a previous post.)

When I really branched out into life and into the workplace at 18/19, it hit me that this wasn't going away. This wasn't a weird teenage thing i was experiencing.

I could work, but was significantly more exhausted than my coworkers and the only one ever to stop a lot, Cool down, rest. Drove managers nuts because "you're too young to be this way" was said to me constantly.

Through a few job changes in my early twenties it got harder and harder to work. Exhaustion. Overheating. Tachycardia. I fainted at work idk how many times during a really bad streak.

On top of pots brain fog, I'm audhd (which i didnt know until mid-late twenties) so my brain just doesn't brain for me and all I had going for me were labor jobs. That's all i had. That's all i knew i could do.... and i was slowly becoming unable to do that.

I didnt push to see a cardiologist until i got pregnant with my first child. I was terrified. That pregnancy exacerbated my pots and i thought that pregnancy was going to kill me. If it didnt, then giving birth would. My resting hr was regularly in the 140s/150s and i was fainting/near fainting all the time.

But i saw a dick of a cardiologist who nearly immediately dismissed me as a hysterical pregnant woman who just had anxiety. Even in our first consult appointment he was already very not hiding the fact that he wasn't taking my concerns seriously. Even after I told him these symptoms weren't just popping up during pregnancy. That it'd been most of my life. (In one ear out the other let me tell you)

I suffered horribly through that pregnancy not knowing i also had pots so my heartrate and blood pressure were bonkers whenever i went to appointments, not knowing that i only had high bp bcuz they'd check it after I'd sat down in the lobby, stood up, then immediately sat down in a room. Which as y'all know fucks hr/bp and all that without being pregnant. But we didn't know. And the only dr I'd seen, dismissed me.

I thankfully got through the pregnancy and all was well. My symptoms went back to pre-pregnancy intensity. Life, a loss in between, and another full pregnancy happened. This time my pots didn't overly act up. I only struggled bcuz that baby was a biggg one.

After recovering from my 2nd birth i thought for months about everything. My health. My life with my kids. How i was sick of not having answers. Sick of how that first dr treated me. So i told my primary all of this and she sent me to the same heart institute, but a different dr.

NOW THIS DR LET ME TELL YOU.

From the GETGO the vibe was different. He listened. Talked with/to me not AT me. Actually listened with the intention of listening and absorbing the information, not listening with the intent to say whatever he was already wanting to say and just waiting until i stopped talking (like the previous dr)

He took me seriously. After info dumping my 16 years of suffering he was already ready to get testing done and scheduled and i nearly cried when he left the room because HE LISTENED HE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY.

I had my testing done (tilt and breathing) and he saw me for the followup but they hadnt gotten the results back so he pushed the dept for the results and one hour after that appointment, he called me and said basically "yea you failed the test almost immediately and your results were consistent through the whole thing so I'm proceeding with the diagnosis of pots"

He explained the basic no cure but you can try xyz to help and you need to listen to your body when it's having symptoms dont ignore it to your detriment. All that.

I hung up. And cried all evening/night. Happy tears. Tears of relief. I got my answer. I was listened to. I actually got through it. But also tears of grief. For the girl who suffered. For the young woman who thought she was gonna die during pregnancy/birth.

I'd had (and still slip into sometimes) a harsh mindset of self hate for years. Why am i so lazy. Why am i so weak. Pathetic. Etc. It just spiralled all the time and pots + audhd is a shitty mix and to be approaching 30, with answers I've wanted and needed for half of my life.... I just... uff da! It's a lot.

I was diagnosed February of this year. So it's still kind of fresh for me. I'm still trying to find what works for me officially to navigate it. But I definitely am trying to give myself grace for all the years I thought everything was my fault. Or that I just wasnt trying hard enough.

I'm sure I've missed some things but my memory of my life is really patchy from audhd and trauma. But I think this covers the bulk of it and feels good to info dump about life when, for most of it, I bottled everything.

[poopersdoopers]

i just had a sanji head cannon from watching yuri on ice omg.

it goes back to him being a stern softdom HELP all my hopes and dreams realized.

definitely abo dynamics involved.

imagine being a twitch streamer. one of the top fem omega streamers.

you have been having a tough month, the last of your cycle about to hit for the end of the year:

- it makes your anxiety and depression worse

- mood swings become ten times more intense.

- and your cramping plus really irritable.

-so your alpha bf sanji suggests to stop streaming until you’re feeling better.

-you honestly could do it, after making a name for yourself and keeping your self afloat for years.

-the two of you are quite comfortable when it comes to finances as well.

-but instead, the stubborn defiant part of your brain says no!

-and another side of you wants to melt into the comfort of your alpha.

-and another side would miss your community so much? and what if your numbers drop? what if you become a failure and let down others —especially up and coming omegas.

-your anxiety spikes and your soreness is heightened by it, so you do what you do best and go against your bf’s wishes: streaming it is.

-asmr comfort stream: cute & funny clips to react to.

-comfort games like kirby, zelda, or fun indie games.

-you prop up the comfiest pillows in a makeshift nest and put a water heater on under your shirt so quell your cramps.

-normal fans account for your quietness and recount how your usual heats start around his time but they know not to comment on it, as it’s a sensitive topic and kind of tos to discuss.

-a tts alerts and alarms you goading about your alpha not keeping a watchful eye on you ..blah blah blah.

-your face goes red but instead of screaming or ranting as you usually would or just banning, you sit there and cry.

-something about it humiliates you and makes you feel weak, so you ask the mods to ban them and take the stream key.

-your alpha bf sanji walks in moments later, asking why you’re upset, kissing the top of your head, and rubbing your shoulders.

-he asks if your still feel achy? or sick. you don’t answer face in hands absolutely crushed. that’s when he notices the red camera light beeping.

-another tts goes off: pushing you further. telling them to ignore that sexless loser chatter, but it’s too late.

-sanji feels anger bubbling up in his chest, the need to protect but also make you submit and give into your heat at your pace.

-he lifts you into his arms, making sure to block your face from the audience, then sits in your makeshift nest pulling into you into his chest.

-“i thought we discussed you not streaming when you’re like this.i don’t want to show you off to everyone when you’re in *this*vulnerable.”he rubs circles into your back.

-your hiccups slow down, feeling your panic subside at his presence.

-you hide yourself completely into his neck and ask him if he’s going to punish you.

-he shakes his head no. “only if you want it because it’s what you need. it’s not really a punishment, it’s you letting yourself be settled.”

-you hug him closer, he now rubs circles into your hip, as if he can tell exactly where your back aches lie.

-“i think that’s the end of stream for a while, mods get rid of the vod. thanks everyone.”

-you nuzzle closer into his neck. he lifts you out of the chair-nest and into your bed, where you half began to make a nest before deciding to stream.

-you shiver beside yourself in fear.

-“you wanna tell me what happened”

-you shake your head no.

“you wanna tell me what you need?”,you would speak but your jaw was locked and you felt that familiar soreness wash over.

-“you wanna be settled?”

-you nodded. sanji grinned impossibly wide.

-“ill be whatever you need me to be right now. just tell me.”

-“alpha” he kissed the top of your feet, your ankles, down to your thighs. then slipped your shorts off in one fell swoop. you whined.

-“shhh…just let yourself be settled”, he grabbed your arm and locked it behind your back. marveling at how pliant you’d become but with a little fight left in you.

-then came the spanking and the tears. his hand firm and strong as if he float you off into that familiar headspace and take the reins of your mind. you tried to kick him off, not out of malice but out of fear of the desperate place you’ve always went to and some people looked down on your kind for it. sanji never did. he enjoyed settling you. he enjoyed your little routines. he loved seeing you all sweet and submissive. and he was always willing to give you more and more love under his careful embrace.

-he chides, telling you, you can run away almost you want and he’ll still love and fuck his sweet little omega 🏃🏾‍♀️(im coming sanji). he’ll hold you down and take all the fight until all you want is him.

-you eventually give into him, mind racing to one point: sanji sanji sanji. you can hear yourself mumbling his name under your breath.

-he’s in awe at how long it took you to settle, but full of desire -pupils drawn wide- at how you wither under his touch.

-after your bottom is properly red, he draws you back up for a big kiss, then it’s back into his lap, where you grind your wet pussy against his hardened cock.

-you’re still there not fully taken by the madness of heat, so he holds you close and watches you grind against him until you’ve had your filk. praising you endlessly.

-he cleans you up, taking extra care of your sore bottom, rubbing soothing lotion and massaging out kinks from your hips, back, and thighs. you feel the familiar need lessening a little, as he pulls your shorts back on and then presses your fully into him, his cheek rubbing against yours.

- “y/n ur so cute!!! i can’t believe it. even when your feisty and miserable, i can’t believe it”.

-typical sanji you rolled your eyes.

-he picks you up and you secure your legs around his waist, his freakish alpha strength keeping you secure with one arm.

-you watch as he grabs supplies between the kitchen, bathroom and main room. he then plops you down on the kitchen counter , you watch him cut up some fresh fruit for you to eat.

-you shake your head no at first. he looks around you sternly and you shiver, but still your stubbornness wins.

-“do i have to put you over my knee again, little girl?” his eyes sharpen.

-okay wow! you suddenly feel yourself floating away a bit, your bottom feel tighter, and you begin rubbing circles over your clit.

-sanji steels himself, kisses you once before throwing you over his shoulder and picking up the plate of fruit.

-suddenly you were in your alphas lap again, safe and sound as he fed you his food. this was sometimes the only way you’d eat during heats, in the comfort of his lap, and right off of his plate. you were truly as submissive as you were stubborn through and through.

-after you’d had your fill he decides to reward you by filling your hole with his cock. keeping it warm, before your heat really hits you. he kisses over you sensitive scent glands,forcing some of the sweetness out, before scenting you. enveloping you in the soothing scent of tobacco, vanilla, cinnamon, a little bit of thyme. it sometimes made your nose tickle and you giggled, wondering how your own sweet scent mixed with his warmness.

-he keeps you locked into place, before lifting your legs up and fucking your in a steady pace. you grab tightly onto his thighs and hold onto dear life. completely immobilized you couldn’t fuck back only beg for release and move further down into the fuzziness you’ve been fighting all day. he makes you cum 3 times, before knotting you and finally letting go of your legs. then placing a hand on your clit to draw more orgasms out of you as he pulses into your tight sweetness, milking him.

- “little one, you know i love you.”

- you were too far gone to even reply. but you tried anyway. “mmmm yeah”, you hiccuped at another pulse of cum coating your insides.

-his hand slowed down. “so why did you disobey me?”he growled.

-you tear up a little, “im sorry, alpha i thought i could handle it”.

-he sighed, “i understand why you do it and what you’re trying to prove to those shit heads out there. but why push yourself when you clearly do not feel well. i’m a little disappointed sweetheart.”

-“i have to keep working!”

-“you do not have to. not when you’re like this.”

-you wanted to pout, fight back, but ultimately he was right and you deflated. disappointed?

-you wanted to get up out of his lap and go stream just to prove a point to him and alphas everywhere that you were more than your secondary gender.

-but the knot between the two of you kept you there and normally you would love that, in fact it was your favorite thing to do at the end of the day.

-in the afterglow, cuddle closer to your lover, be praised endlessly and praise him back. you loved hearing how good you are for him. stare into your alpha’s pretty big eyes and melt. he would ask you about your day. you would ask him about the cafe he was planning on opening up soon, with his adopted father. you would listen to him talk for hours about his dreams, even when he’d gone soft and you were empty. just listening to him made you happy enough to just doze off. and you’d always wake up to kisses all over your face the next day.

-instead you were here fighting and it wasn’t fair because you weren’t in the right headspace and it felt like sanji was using your sensitive biology against you to win a war you didn’t know was waged.

-then it hit you…and you started crying from distress for real…all the anxiety and tension releasing from your brain at once. and sanji could feel it, sensing that he fucked up.

“we don’t have to talk about this right now. im sorry, my dear.”

“can you not criticize me when im like this? u already feel bad enough as it is , i can’t even control my body. do you know how much im trusting you right now to even do this?”

“you’re right, dear. i’m sorry. i did not intend tead to— “

“you intended to tell me what to do, framed it as a “suggestion” then shame me for wanting to work through my one weakness”.

he looks at you, understanding a little bit better what you are struggling with,

“you’re half right. my hind brain wanted to order you to submit. keep you locked on my knot the moment i saw you quiver this morning. but i knew it was your decision. but you ended up almost hurting yourself, to prove ?”

“that omegas aren’t weak during their heats.”

“baby you are vulnerable, please. you’re killing me.”

“don’t call me weak.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it. you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. but”

“but”

“but you need me just as much as i need you during my rut. it’s fine. it’s normal.”

“that’s so easy for you to say.”

“easy to say and even easier to practice doing instead of seeing my omega, my darling little princess work while in pain. or hear assholes speculate over our relationship and write it in a chat.”

you were stunned. he had known. and—

“i was watching to support your decision and i walked in to help you, not just control you like you were a helpless little child.”

you wanted to dig a hole and crawl away into it. be. buried by centuries of guilt.

“don’t run from me. don’t run from who you are, who we are *ever again*. i know it’s hard, harder than i could ever imagine understanding. but i can’t just sit there and watch you harm yourself.”

he wrapped an hand around your neck, lightly squeezing.

“what is if you went into full blown heat and those bastards got a hold of you? what if you went into subdrop? and beyond that the mental anguish you clearly feel being exploited by viewers?”

you gulpped.

“i couldn’t bare it. not as your alpha or lover or boyfriend but just as someone who cares deeply for you.”

he squeezed around your neck harder, before letting go.

“you’re mine. and im going to fuck that lesson into you until it’s understood. got it?”

“i’m yours alpha”.

“good girl”.

[autisticlee]

For feelings about the seasons I dislike both the hot summer and a winter that's cold for too long and prefer spring and fall. The cold can hurt my lungs when I breathe and my hands and feet are always cold so I always wear socks except for in the warmest of weather. I've seen more ppl complain of pain in winter. I'm more used to cold weather than heat. I use massage oil for better blood circulation for my cold hands and feet. and thermal leggings - not too restricting - so not too many layers

I just saw a reply on my post that said same thing. it made me realize we probably don't have proper "spring/fall" here. it means weather becomes inconsistent and switches between summer and winter every day or two, maybe same day. doesn't sit between and stay nice temp that isn't hot or cold. it cant decide. so I get physically sick from all the switching. is very uncomfortable 😅 so not fan of them. summer is more consistent and less painful than winter being consistently too cold for 5-6 months

I can't stand things on my feet, legs, arms for too long. makes me irritated and overwhelmed. too much sensory input. I think i'm very sensitive to touch so get overloaded easily and leads to many meltdowns in winter. hardly any in summer if at all. but have to wear clothes in winter (while still cold and in more pain than usual, so extra sensory input). summer I can wear just underwear or short shorts and tank top and be hot but less pain and way less sensory input.

[decadentdefendorsoul]

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[watermelonlovershigh]

12 Little Things Harry Does >

AN: so thank you to my brain for coming up with this idea. i've done one of these similar to this concept before except that one was specifically dadrry. hope you all enjoy and feedback is encouraged.

This contains: mentions of sex, mostly fluff, mentions of being sick

{ husbandrry - softrry - current harry era }

word count- 1,392

Twelve small things Harry does out of his love and admiration he has for you.

1. No matter how heated the moment is getting, Harry will always stop before things get too carried away and take off each of his rings, setting them in the little ring dish that sits on his bedside table. Sometimes it can be annoying when you've just stumbled into the bedroom, making out and tugging on each others clothes for Harry to just stop and remove his rings, but you know he has good intentions. His good intentions are that he never wants to hurt you by accident with his rings, beings his hands love to roam your most sensitive areas and sometimes even go inside those sensitive areas.

2. If Harry wakes up before you do to go on his morning run or trip to the gym, he always leans over your sleeping body before he leaves and pecks a kiss on either your cheeks, nose, or parted lips. Most of the time you stay asleep through his act of love but there have been times you've woken up. Harry just can't leave the house without giving you a quick kiss, even if you won't know it happened because you were asleep.

3. Harry knows you are severely allergic to lettuce so he makes sure when ordering you food that he mentions no lettuce. If he ordered you burgers or tacos, he'll even open them up, digging through the meat and toppings with a fork to make sure there are no traces of lettuce before giving it to you. And if he eats a salad himself, he makes sure to brush his teeth right after so when you kiss each other you don't come in contact with any lettuce he just ate. His kind gestures make your heart nearly burst.

4. When he's away on trips that you unfortunately couldn't come with him on, Harry will always send you a goodnight text. Even if the time zones are totally different. If he's in America and he's going to sleep, he'll send you a little goodnight message even though for you in England are half way through your morning activities.

5. When Harry is feeling a bit sad or down about something, he'll crawl into your lap and lay his head either on your chest or shoulder. This can be when you're on the couch watching a film or in bed about to sleep. He doesn't even ask you if he can do it, he just does it and you don't question it. You welcome Harry with loving arms and hold him to you tightly so he has that security feeling he's longing for.

6. Harry will track your periods each month and make sure you have enough pads and tampons stocked up in the bathroom. When he sees you're about to start your period within the next couple of days, he'll look in the bathroom cabinets and see how many products you have left from your last cycle. If you're running low, he'll make a trip to the store and grab you another box of whichever ones you were running low on, pads or tampons, sometimes both. Since you've been married you've never gone a month without enough period products.

7. He'll tell you he loves you about a million times each day. Harry's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. If he's not physically showing you he loves you with hugs, kisses, or even sex, he'll say "I love you". When you first wake up, Harry tells you he loves you. When you're driving down the street, he'll say" I love you" over the radios music. When he's cooking you both dinner, he'll turn around from the stove and tell you he loves you. When he's in the shower and you're at the sink getting ready, he'll yell out from within the steamy shower, "I love you". During sex, no matter if its a casual quickie or love making, he moans out "I love you's" over and over again, making sure you know he really does love you alot.

8. When Harry's asleep, he's always gotta be touching you in some way. When you first got into a relationship that part was a hard one to get use to because you loved your personal space when sleeping. But after a while you got use to it. Harry is either spooning you, you're spooning him, he's laying across your chest, you're laying across his. If you are sleeping side by side, he'll have an arm stretched out so his hand is on your arm or belly. Sometimes subconsciously rubbing your skin with his thumb in gentle circles in his sleep. You're legs are usually twisted together somehow as well.

9. Harry will cry at sad films and not be embarrassed about it either. Well, when you first started dating years ago, he was, but now in your marriage he's not at all. He's watched The Notebook a thousand times before but still cries at the ending every time he watches it again. Every time you watch Titanic together he bawls his little green eyes out, which in turn has you holding him like he's a baby and kissing his tears away. You love how as a man he's not afraid to show his emotions. It's a sexy trait for males to have in your opinion.

10. When you're sick, Harry goes above and beyond to make sure you're okay and well taken care of. If you have a cold, he will run to the store in the middle of the night to buy you some cold medicine. He'll set a timer on his phone for each new dose you're suppose to have and check your temperature every few hours to make sure it doesn't spike. If you have the dreaded tummy bug, he'll sit with you on the bathroom floor while you're puking your guts up in the toilet, rubbing your back and holding your hair away from your face. He'll make sure you stay hydrated with plenty of fluids and even feed you some plain crackers in hopes they stay down. And when they don't stay down and you can't make it to the toilet or trash can fast enough, he will pull out the cleaning supplies and clean up your vomit. All while comforting you and telling you it's okay and not to worry about the mess.

11. When Harry is sick, he is such a baby but you truly don't mind because nothing brings you more joy then taking care of your lover when he's in a vulnerable position. Though he is scared he'll get you sick, he can't help but need your cuddles and care when he's not feeling very well. If he has a cold, he'll ask you nicely if you can bring him some warm tea and run him a bath. After you make his tea and fill up the bathtub, he'll beg you to sit beside the tub and keep him company. Then you'll see just how weak and fragile he is and end up washing his hair and body yourself. Him loving every second of your gentle hands on his body. When his stomach is not well, he'll ask for tummy rubs. When the tummy rubs don't settle his swirling stomach, he'll tell you he's gonna be sick and have you lead him to the bathroom because he hates being sick alone. You'll clip his hair up and rub his back as he kneels down and pukes in the toilet. And Harry hates throwing up so he'll end up crying and you have to comfort him even more then you already were.

12. If you have a date planned for the night and you're getting ready, when he first views your sexy outfit he has to palm himself through his pants because you turn him on. Harry will walk up to you, wrap his arms around your body, give you a smiley kiss on the lips, mutter how beautiful you are, and tell you how he can't wait to get you out of these clothes when you get home later. Then throughout the drive to the restaurant, in the restaurant, and the drive home, Harry will be supporting a boner. He's not only turned on by your appearance but also just has a love boner from how much he loves you.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[saltsicklover]

Bikinis, Breasts, and Bucky Barnes

Title: Bikinis, Breasts, and Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4350

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Light Misconduct/Abuse, A singular joke that may be offensive to First Nations folks. Talks about breasts and augmentation.

This is my first request and I am so thrilled about it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

Summertime has got to be one of the most oppressive parts of the year. Between the sweltering heat and the expectation to be tan, fit, and breathtaking in the smallest bikinis leaves me feeling with nothing but dread. The nausea twists in my stomach, churning and bubbling. 

My boyfriend, Brock, sits on the sofa next to me, staring at the side of my face intently, a gift bag held out in his hand expectantly. He has been talking my ear off about the party that the tower is hosting and I have been dodging the invite for weeks- from him and my coworkers. Any sort of mention and an excuse falls from my lips- "Well, it is a work party, and I would like to spend my day off not at work," or "I don't have anything to wear to that sort of thing," and even, "It's good for you to spend time with your friends and I don't want you having to worry about me the whole party" - Nothing worked. His buddies are supposed to be there, and some new recruits. The idea of it makes me queasy.

"Come on Sweets, open it!" I cringe a bit at the nickname, the one he has been refusing to drop for months. He thrusts the bag into my hands and the plastic crinkles under my touch. I take a deep breath in a shallow attempt to center myself before taking out the few pieces of tissue paper he shoved into the bag haphazardly. 

The feeling of his eyes  on my profile never leaves, not even as the bag hits the floor in front of my feet, a string bikini in my hands. The strings fall loosely between my fingers like limp spaghetti, the small bits of fabric meant to actually cover something seem to be almost non-existent. I hold the fabric up to the light and shapes of the room can be seen through the tan weave of the material. I can't imagine what could be seen through it if it were wet. 

I chuckle out a tense sort of laugh and it gets stuck in the back of my throat- I choke on the idea of wearing something so small. "What's this, Brock?" I hold the swimwear out to him in my hands and it sits on my palms like an offering to a long forgotten god. My palms care clammy, threatening to shake as if I were facing this ancient being head on. Maybe my head on a spit would be more comfortable than this moment; my body flayed out on an alter would feel more conservative.  

"It's for the party, don't you love it?" His eyes search over my face, my figure, the outfit he plans on parading me in front of his friends in. I might be sick. 

"Ha, yeah Brock, that's funny," I throw the pile of strings on the table in front of me. I run my hands over my jeans, hoping to stuff the anxiety from my palms between the stitches of denim. The look he gives me is somewhere between pissed off and disbelief and it is flooding each and every line of his face. 

"It's not funny, it's a gift, Sweets. You should be grateful," He informs me as he pushes himself to his feet. He grabs the bikini off the table as he grabs my wrist with a grip that is just a bit to firm. He pulls me to my feet and over to the full length mirror. 

"See look," He positions me harshly in front of the glass, my reflection staring back at me. I don't like what I see with him standing so close behind me. I shiver, but that doesn't stop him from tying the top on my body, over my clothes. "You are going to look good in this. Could look better, but there isn't a whole lot we can do about that before Friday rolls around," He shrugs like his words mean nothing, yet they are like razorblades. "These need work, but you refuse to do anything about that," He brings his hands up to grip at both of my breasts, squeezing them tightly, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. 

I fight off every instinct to elbow him straight in the gut. Bastard.

"You know better than to bring that up, Brock," I spit at him, trying to wriggle out of his tight grip. He just chuckles at me like we are playing a game- and maybe we are, cat and mouse, and it looks like I'm the mouse. 

"I'm just saying, you make more than enough money at the little job of yours, you could definitely afford it, and you and I both know you would look so much better with maybe a D, or a double D," He keeps scrutinizing my body in the mirror, his eyes locked on my chest. We work at the same place, but because I am a member of the human resources department he seems to think my job is lesser than his- until there is something wrong with his paycheck. 

I have never once question my breast size, at least not until Brock came along. I try not to let his words eat away at me, but with the frequency he brings up the topic I can't help but let my mind drift to it even when I'm alone. The whole thing leaving me tired, uncomfortable and self conscious. 

"If I have told you once, I have told you a thousand times, I am not getting breast implants Brock. If you want a girl with big fake tits, that's fine! There is nothing and I mean nothing wrong with implants but they are not becoming a part of my body and that is final," I rip the bikini top off my body as fast as I can before pushing past him and out the door of his apartment. I am done with this conversation, absolutely, positively, done. 

By the time the party rolls around, Brock is practically vibrating. He pulls me behind him, his signature too-tight grip on my wrist as he pushes through the other party goers, straight over to his friends. 

"Sweets, you know John Walker, Lemar Hoskins, and the rest of the guys," He points at the men all gathered around one of the picnic tables. The party is being held on the upper floors and roof of Avengers Tower; everyone who works in the facility was invited. Tony Stark sure loves to throw a party, and the more the merrier seems to be his philosophy. 

I wave awkwardly with the hand Brock dropped as soon as we were in sight of his friends. I shift my strappy top, pulling the neckline up further with the other hand, my bag swinging from the crook of my elbow. "Hi guys." John goes on to explain to me how he and Lemar are being contracted to work with Brock's team, and how great it is to be contracted through the military. He explains this all so carefree, like he is trying to impress me with the information. It takes all my will power not to roll my eyes. He forgets he met with me to sign his damn contact, what a tool. 

I try and hum and laugh along with their stories as they continue to shoot the shit and catch up, Brock leaving me standing while he sits with his friends. I tune them out, looking around the party for anyone else that I could escape and talk to. John grabs my wrist, his fingernails digging into my skin, leaving small crescents in my wrist as he pulls me harshly into his lap. 

"You're right, Brock, she would definitely do better with some double D's! Say, Sweets, take off that shirt of yours and let us see what you're working with," He tugs the hem of my shirt, causing the deep v of my top to pull down, exposing my swimsuit and sternum beneath it. 

"John," Brock starts, looking stern. Maybe this time he will actually stand up for me, "Let's just say if she had an Indian name, it would be "Starving Children"," He bellows, laughing and grabbing at his own chest. When John erupts into laughter with the rest of the group, I stand, breaking free of his embrace.

"You know what Brock, fuck you, fuck your friends, and fuck this whole situation. I am done. Forget about me, lose my number, and go find a set of fake tits to shove your tiny dick between because we are finished,"  I shout at him, and I know people are watching, but I don't care. Anger is just the part of you that sticks up for yourself, right? 

I can feel the hot sting of embarrassment begin to bleed over my skin as I rush for the building and crushed raspberries have nothing on the color that shows on my face. I stumble down the stairs, praying that I can make it to the washroom before I fall into tears. I push past Bucky Barnes and his friends as they climb the stairs. His eyes meet mine and he offers me a small, kind smile, one I can't find anywhere in myself to return. I push past them, trying not to dwell on it, or the curve of his lips. 

When I push the door open, I am met with two pairs of familiar eyes and one set I don't recognize. Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff are standing in the washroom, no doubt having some sort of conversation before I burst through the door. The other woman, who can't be older than 19 or 20 stands at the sink, washing her hands diligently. They all eye me carefully and it's at that moment my body, my heart, my emotions betray me and tears begin to pour out of me with ragged sobs. 

"Are you okay?" The girl at the sink asks, dragging her wet hands though her curly hair. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. My name is MJ, How can we help?" She asks. The other women hum in unison, rushing to my side. 

Before I know it, I am lamenting about the bullshit I have been putting up with due to Brock and his never ending obsession with breast implants. Six hands begin to dry my tears and rub over my back and arms soothingly. I tell them about the barely existent swimsuit he forced me to wear to the party and how I am embarrassed that I even put it on. 

"You know what, I am sure between the three of us, we can get you a bikini that you will be proud to be seen in," Natasha tells me as she wipes some smudged mascara from my cheek. She gives me the most gentle smile. I can't help but smile back, and before I know it they are dragging me to Wanda's room to get me outfitted into something new. 

By the time they are done, I am clad in a beautiful purple bikini top, one that has hooks and clasps instead of flimsy ties, and a pair of black boy-short bottoms that hug my ass. Wanda pulls my hair back out of my face with a couple of braids while MJ stands next to us telling us all about Peter and how nice he treats her and how any man who doesn't treat me the same way should eat dirt. It's really refreshing to meet a young girl who has such a good head on her shoulders. Natasha slides a beautiful gold and silver necklace over my head, the chain hanging down to mid sternum, highlighting my natural body. 

"You look spectacular," Wanda whispers in my ear as we walk back out onto the roof. I have to admit, I don't think I have ever felt more powerful than I do right now, with these three women behind me. 

"Hey Barnes, get your ass over here," Natasha shouts. I follow her eyeline to the pool where none other than Bucky Barnes is pulling himself out of the water. The water slides down his figure and I can't help but watch as each drop runs over his defined muscles, dipping and rising over each one of them as gravity pulls the water towards the Earth. Once he is out of the pool, which takes seconds, he saunters over to us, a goofy smile plastered to his face. 

"What can I do for you?" He asks her, eyes not leaving mine. 

"I need you to show our friend here a good time, the girls and I have some trash to take out," She informs him, tapping him on the shoulder, like she knows something I don't.

"Hi, I'm Y/N" I hold my hand out to him, still shaking a bit from my earlier encounter with Brock and his scumbag friends. 

"I know who you are, Doll," Bucky chuckles a bit, but takes my hand in his anyway. The handshake is firm and his eyes never leave mine. "Let's get you a drink, shall we?" 

He pulls me along, fingers laces with mine, his touch the complete opposite of Brock's. The idea warms me from the inside out, a sense of comfort finally falling over my soul. Bucky leads me to a table with a couple of his friends, Steve and Sam, who both stand to shake my hand and tell me how good it is to see me again. I can't explain the feeling that thrums through me body when I catch Bucky smiling at me as I shake hands with his friends.

Sam reaches into the cooler and pulls out a bottle of water and a beer for me, handing them across the table. Bucky takes them from him, cracking open the bottle of water before using the table to pop the top off of the beer. He sets them both in front of me with a smile.

"These okay? Or should I get you something else?" He asks, a tinge of worry flashing in his eyes but quickly disappears with my reassurance.  The boys talk and laugh, each making sure that I am included in the conversation. Bucky never fails to open a drink for me, or to share his snacks, which earns a huff from Steve, who claims Bucky won't share any of his snacks with anyone. 

As the daylight is flushed away with the sunset, people begin to trickle out of the party, and before I know it, Bucky and I have been left alone at the table, each nursing a half full beer. Sam and Steve left to help clean up awhile ago, leaving Bucky and I in our own little world of conversation. 

I am listening to Bucky, but my mind seems to drift a bit before a full, hearty chuckle leaves my lips. I slap my hand over my mouth quick, a strawberry kiss of a blush on my cheeks. 

"What are you laughing about? I haven't even gotten to the funny part of the story yet!" Bucky laughs, nudging me in the knee with his foot playfully under the table. 

"I just had a funny realization, that's all," I try to dismiss the thought with a wave of my hand, bringing my beer back up to my lips. I tip the bottle back and Bucky just watches in bemusement for a moment before continuing.

"Oh, you've gotta tell me now!" He insists, crossing his large arms over the expanse of his chest. 

"Okay, okay, fine," I take another swig of my drink before setting it down on the table, "I just realized that I'm not nauseous, for the first time in I can't even tell you how long," I chuckle to myself, shaking my head to dismiss any disbelief.  Bucky cocks an eyebrow at me, so I continue, "With Brock it seemed like I was always nauseous or ill, and now that I broke up with him, everything has finally settled."

"Oh, that's- that's really good, I'm happy for you," He sounds sincere in his words, a smile pulling over his lips. 

"Thanks, Buck," I return with a shy smile.

"Can I ask what happened?" He questions, not quite meeting my eyes. I can feel a stinging flush of color invade my skin at his words but I fight the feeling, rubbing at my skin to ease it. 

"Yeah, sure. He has been harassing me for months about getting breast implants. He said that an A cup, which I am, isn't even a handful, which isn't good enough. He wanted me to get absolutely huge, fake tits because that's what he is into. Then John started harassing me about it too, and I guess I just snapped. I broke up with that tool right on the spot," I explain, and Bucky listens, like really truly listens to each and every word. When I finish speaking, he leans back a bit, a gentle huff escaping his lips.

"So that's what Nat meant about taking out the trash, huh?" He chuckles, bringing his bottle to his lips. 

"Yeah, I guess so," I laugh with him, and the feeling is truly refreshing. 

"I know this might sound horrible, but I am kinda happy that things went the way they did today," He admits, rubbing at the nape of his neck. His hair has long dried now, his bangs flopping in front of his forehead, threating to droop in his eyes. 

"Wow, thanks Buck," I roll my eyes at him and he tries to backtrack his words. "I am just fucking with you, Buck, calm down!" I laugh, and he laughs too, after a beat.

"You scared me!" He throws a towel at me, across the table. It catches both of our beers, the bottles tumbling over. The sticky sweet beer rolls off the table and into my lap as a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and a shriek leaves me. "Oh my god! I am so sorry!" Bucky jumps to his feet, rounding the table to look at the sticky mess in my lap that coat my swim bottoms. 

"It's okay, Bucky," I laugh, toweling off my thighs, "It will wash off, don't worry about it," 

"Well at least we got your suit wet. It would have been a shame to have come to a pool party just to have stayed dry the whole time," We laugh together at his words. "Wanna get in the pool? Just for a little while? It's a beautiful night, it would be a shame to waste it."

I just nod at Bucky with a smile, holding my hand out for him to lead the way. He takes my hand, pulling me to my feet before leading me over to the pool. He gets in first before guiding me down the stairs, holding my hand for balance. I can't help but swoon a bit at the action, a warmth filling my cheeks. 

We walk out to the five foot point, the water deep enough to cover most of my body. With the water covering my chest, the  last bit of insecurity is drowned beneath the surface.  

"I know I keep pushing the envelope with you tonight, but I am just going to say one more thing, than I am going to shut up and keep my ass quiet for the rest of the night, okay?" Bucky runs a wet hand through is tousled hair, water droplets dripping down his face. His eyes glow under the amber lights of the roof, complimented by a tint of cherry pink that is brushed across his cheeks.

"I think you look absolutely stunning, and I'm not talking about the swimsuit. I think your body is absolutely perfect, just the way it is. When I look at you, I don't see boobs or hips or ass or anything else for that matter, I just see you." With each word he takes a step closer to me. 

As the space between us shrinks, the ripples of our movement in the water run together. Finally, mere inches apart, Bucky looks down at me carefully, his whiskey full eyes moving carefully over every inch of my face as if he is taking in the littlest details I even overlook. 

"Thank you, Bucky, I can't even tell you how nice that is to hear," I look down towards me feet out of instinct, but he meets me halfway with a gentle finger beneath my chin. 

 "You don't have to shy away from me, Doll, hell, if it were up to me you would never shy away from anything else in the world," His words drip with honesty. His hand has moved to cradle my face, his thumb sweeping over my cheekbone with soft movements. He holds my hand beneath the water with his other hand, his grip gentle. I squeeze his hand in return. 

"You know, lately I have been getting through the day by telling myself by body is good enough because it holds all of my organs in the right way and it carries my brain from place to place, so it doesn't matter what it looks like, but, if I'm being honest, Buck, today with you has been one of the most comforting days I have had the pleasure of experiencing in a long, long time," I can feel my  breath bouncing off of his skin due to our close proximity. "So, I guess I am trying to say thank you. Thank you, Bucky," 

He barely gets the beginning of a word out before I am on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss- one that feels like it has been years in the making, all the time folded over and compressed into an afternoon spent poolside. 

His hands snake around my figure, chests pressed together as the water moves gently around us. He kisses me like I am holy, like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever had the pleasure to touch and I melt. 

For once I am not the one on my knees at the alter, sacrificing parts of myself to a man who can barely keep a flame alit to keep us warm. Blood no longer drips down my hands, there is no bone clutched in my palms. I am no longer loosing a fighting battle against myself for a man who would never carry a shield for me- Brock was the artillery being fired my way and the only thing that ended up in the crossfire was the image of myself. But now, now, it's as if Bucky is honoring me with every brush of his calloused hands against my fingers. With every run of his tongue over my bottom lip I am finding the strength to worship myself again- just the way it should be. 

So I press my chest to his a bit harder, my heartbeat rattling my ribcage. The way he runs his hands over my body is like breathing air, fresh and crisp after years of smog. I let my fingers tangle in his hair where I can, my nails brushing over his scalp and he stifles back a moan. 

I pull back, peering up at him through my eyelashes. "Bucky, you are an incredible man. I hope you know that," I whisper, a small smile spread over my kiss sodden lips, "But that's not going to stop me from doing this!" I sweep a foot under his while pushing him backwards towards the water. Maybe it catches him off guard, maybe it doesn't, but he falls beneath the surface, pulling me along with him. We share an underwater kiss, but that just earns me bubbles to the face. I come up sputtering water and laughing full belly laughs that feel at home outside of my body.

He grabs me again, pulling me into a tight hug. His arms are wound around my shoulders, head perched atop my own. I wrap his midsection in my arms loosely, taking in the night sky just beyond the building. 

"I wish we could see the stars," I whisper, water droplets running from my eyelashes down to my lips. 

"I can't imagine they would outshine you," Bucky mutters, a hint of flirtation in his voice. 

"That's because you grew up in the city, Barnes," I laugh, and his body rumbles with laughter too. He runs a hand up and down my back, his fingertips barely brushing over my skin, but they leave warm tingles in their wake. 

"I've been other places!" He attempts to defend himself but he doesn't go any further than that.  

"Speaking of other places, I should probably get going," I tell him, pulling out of the embrace. "Thank you for tonight, Buck, truly," I move across the pool and ascend the stairs, heading to collect my bag. "Would you tell Nat and Wanda that I'll bring there stuff by on Monday?" I ask him, while I run a towel over my body. 

"Of course I will," Bucky smiles at me. God I could get used to that smile, and those blue eyes of his. I smile to myself as I stuff the now wet towel into my bag. "Speaking of Monday, you and I are getting lunch- or if you are stuck in the office, I will be bringing lunch by for us. I want to see you again." By the time he finishes speaking, he is out of the pool and standing in front of me, a look of excitement scribbled across his features. That big goofy smile of his is going to live rent free in my head for the weekend, maybe longer. Definitely longer. 

"It's a date," I tell him, holding out my hand to shake on it. He takes it and pulls me into his wet body.

"It's a date, Doll," He whispers against my lips before sharing a kiss with me that is too full of smiles and giggles to be done properly; and for the first time I find myself thankful for bikinis, breasts, and Bucky Barnes. 

[yuujispinkhair]

cant stop thinking about sukuna treating me so good while on my period…. 🤭🤭

Awww your boyfriend Kuna will make sure you feel better ♥️

Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + some mentions of smut Word count: 500 Warnings: 18+, reader is menstruating, small mention of blood, period sex if you want (only as an option), making out. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Modern boyfie!Sukuna cannot stand the thought of having no control over this thing that causes you pain and puts you through an emotional rollercoaster every damn month. He is so worried when he sees you burst into tears over the smallest things. The only tears he wants to see on you are those of joy when he says something sweet to you or brings you roses or when he has you on his cock, and the tears spill over because it feels so good. It is unacceptable that your period makes you feel so bad!

And so your boyfie Sukuna does anything he can to make you as comfortable as possible. You are his princess, so you will also get treated like one!

"Why are you getting ready for work? Come on, princess, stop doing all that shit and lie down!"

"But I have so much to do, Kuna!"

"No, you aren't going anywhere today. Fuck work! I will write an e-mail to them saying you are sick!"

You have to admit that he is pretty cute when he is so indignant. And it makes you feel so loved to see this protective side of Sukuna. You aren't immune to the warmth spreading through you when you see the unveiled worry in his maroon eyes. And those strong tattooed arms wrapping around you and hugging you to Sukuna's tall and very warm and comfy body are very convincing, too.

Of course, you stay at home. You slip out of your work clothes and put your sweatpants on again, smiling when Sukuna hands you one of his comfy hoodies.

He makes sure you take painkillers and that you rest on the bed. And Sukuna is right next to you. One of his large hands is on your tummy the whole time, rubbing soothing circles on it.

He picks your fave show to re-watch with you and brings you sweets and cooks for you. He is so caring that you can't help but fall even more in love with him. Especially when you see his boyish grin when he is like,

"See? It was a good idea to stay home and let me look after you. Sukuna 1, stupid period 0."

And then Sukuna kisses your neck, being a tease once again, running his pierced tongue slowly over your sensitive skin, licking you, kissing you, sucking on your pulse point until he has you squirming needily and your hand lands in his soft pink hair to pull him into a deep kiss.

A long makeout session with Sukuna is the perfect way to forget about your cramps. His tall, muscular body lies half on top of you, warm and comforting. And his tongue in your mouth feels so good that it makes your head spin.

And if you need more, Sukuna is very willing to give it to you. He isn't squeamish about the blood or about periods in general. If his princess feels better with his cock in her aching pussy, he will make sure to have you on his cock for hours, trying to fuck your pain away.

But whether you want sex or not, what Sukuna will definitely provide to you are cuddles. He is softer than usual, sweeter. Holds you even tighter than on other occasions, snuggling against you like the world's biggest heating pad. Your back is pressed to his chest while Sukuna's muscular tattooed arms are wrapped around you, one hand rubbing your belly and the other holding yours, making you feel warm and taken care of.

You can't stop smiling when Sukuna murmurs sweet nothings in your ear. That sexy, low voice laced with so much affection. There is still some of his usual teasing, but always followed up by a sweet "I love you, princess." Not wanting to risk another emotional outburst and instead just make you feel loved and taken care of.

I hope this could make you feel better if you are on your period atm <3<3 Kuna being so adamant about making you feel better and "win" against this menstruation thing is so funny to me aahahhaa I love him so much!!

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments would be very sweet <3

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[nobody7102]

The Thing About Sunday: Part 2

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott x Tillerson!Reader

Warnings: More Religious stuff, SMUT, 18+, Oral(F Receiving), Fingering, Unprotected P in V, mentions of being sick, Vomit

A/N: So…. Here’s the thing, I tried to fit all of what I had written but tumblr didn’t like that. So at the very least there’s going to be a 3rd part, maybe a 4th depending on if tumblr lets me add everything

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (Rhett being late 20s/early 30s, Reader being mid/late 20s), if it isn’t clear in-story all actions/situations are consensual between the major of the characters if there is anything I missed in the warnings please let me know, but don’t be rude about it

Main Master-List

Part 1. Part 3

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The months that passed since Y/N had started at the Church were Rhett’s personal slice of heaven, literally. 

Sure the two would desecrate the Church when they were alone as Rhett showed Y/N the joys she had missed out on earlier in life, but the two would also relish in the fact that they never had to worry about any judgment, not from their families or the community. Rhett knew what people would say if the town learned of their relationship. How he’d slipped back into his old ways, taking Y/N down with him. Tarnishing her reputation and possibly compromising both of their positions in the church.

Yet at the moment Rhett couldn’t seem to care with his head buried between Y/N’s legs holding her clit between his teeth as she was planted on his desk. Gripping the edges of the desk as she arched onto Rhett’s face causing his arms to wrap around the back of her thighs to hold onto her hips down to stop her from squirming against him. 

Her black floral wrap dress slid off her shoulders as the top of her pink silk slip was pulled down below her breasts and bunched around her waist with her bra thrown somewhere around the room. Panties long forgotten and stored in the middle drawer of Rhett’s desk. One leg resting in the crook of his left elbow. The other was thrown over his shoulder as her kitten heels dangled off of her feet, holding on by the thin straps of black that were secured around her ankles.

Panting, she threw her head back trying to catch her breath before feeling Rhett tap her hip and mumble “Come on Little Lamb” she whined at the loss of heat against her clit before she squealed feeling his thumb press onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You gotta say it”

“Noo Rhett-” She huffed “I did it already” whining she tried to control her breathing “I’ve done it… I-I’ve done it five times… I- I finished it” Her hand rose from the desk trying to force Rhett back onto her swollen cunt but was swatted away.

Shaking his head, Rhett pressed down harder on her clit “No Sweet Lamb you missed the second to last line” he cooed, moving his thumb off of her clit to frame her hip once more, earning a groan from the Tillerson as his free hand went to the zipper of his woolen trousers, working to relieve some of the tension that had built up within them.

Taking a few deep breath’s Y/N closed her eyes before she spoke “Our Father who art in heaven” she started “Hallowed be-” A breathless gasp left her lips as Rhett delved back into eating her sweet cunt, causing her toes to curled as he tugged on her clit “Thy name… thy kingdom come” As she continued her voice began to shake “Thy will be done on e-earth as it is in heaven!”  A whine fell from her lips as Rhett slowly started to pump a finger into her “G-gi- Oh GOD!” Throwing her head back one of her hands fell behind her back to hold herself up 

“Sweet Little Lamb” Rhett hummed “You know that’s not how it goes” he almost mocked. “Don’t you wanna cum?”

“G-give us this day” Huffing the leg that was draped over Rhett’s shoulder shifted, as her foot dug into his back “Oh- Our… Daily bread… A-and Ahhh” Bucking her hips into his face, Y/N bit her lip trying to refocus her racing thoughts before quickly starting again “Ahhh-nd forgive us our t-tresppasses ahh- ahh as… as” she gulped her mind starting to blank “as… we forgive those wh-whoo-” Panting out her words she felt Rhett smile before he added another finger  “W-who trespass against us” as her voice raised up an octave that’s when Rhett chuckled “And… a-and…” Letting her head drop another whine left her lips.

“Come on… just one more line Sweet Lamb” he encouraged, speeding up his fingers and tugging hard on her clit.

Rolling her head back as her eyes closed once more she let her mouth hang open feeling Rhett return to her cunt “A-nd lead us nooot” she moaned “Into t-tempt-ahhhh-ation…. Ahhh- ah ahhhhh” as her body began to shake, Y/N knew she had to rush her words “Ahhh- but deliver us, Ohhh- from e-evil” as she finished Rhett shifted her legs off of him as he moved to stand, still pumping his fingers at a relentless pace. 

He used his free hand to pull her hips closer to the edge of the desk before removing his fingers and bottoming out within her sensitive cunt. “Amen” he moaned as he started to drill into her, pulling her by the waist to be flush against his chest, one of Y/N’s arms went flying to hold onto Rhett’s shoulders as the other pushed open his button up even further, gripping onto his pec. “Ohh you did such a good job Little Lamb” He groaned into her ear as his head dipped down to rest his forehead against her cheek. “Ahhh- are you gonna let me fill this sweet little pussy, Lamb?” He cooed into her ear, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? The Sweet Little Lamb full of the Preachers cum” just as Y/N let out a high pitched moan, his hand flew to cover her mouth hoping he’s ears didn’t hear the front door of the church open

“Rhett?” A voice called out from the main area of the church making Rhett’s hips falter and Y/N’s head to snap up, looking to the closed office door. “Rhett, are you here?” another voice called

“Shit!” Rhett hissed quickly pulling out from Y/N before helping her off the desk “It’s my folks!” he whispered, as he and Y/N rushed to make themselves presentable. Opting to fix their hair first.

Her eyes widened looking between Rhett and the door “What are they doing here?!” 

Shaking his head as he tried to think “I don’t kno-” pausing he groaned as he unbuttoned his shirt 

“What!?” She hissed back at him as she tried to re adjust her shoes.

Moving to grab his collar that had been thrown on the floor he also tossed Y/N her bra “I’m supposed to do Dinner with Amy and Perry”

Hooking her bra together she pulled her shift back up to cover her breasts before re-tying her dress “I thought they were in Colorado for Perry’s new job!” 

Rhett just nodded “They’re supposed to be but Amy got a break from school at the same time that Perry got vacation time”

Moving to open the deck drawer, Y/N covered her mouth to conceal a yelp as Rhett slammed the drawer shut “What are you doing?!” she whispered as he smirked at her “Rhett! I am not about to walk around this church with no panties on!” 

Raising his brow he pulled her closer to him by the waist “Wouldn’t be the first time” he mumbled earning him a slap on the shoulder.

“You have taken almost half the panties in my dresser Rhett! I need those!” she went to smack his shoulder against

“Okay!” he shrugged away from her, raising his hands in defense before bending down to open the drawer just as the door to the office opened.

“There yo- Oh… Hi Y/N” Royal gave Y/N a nod. “Cece! He’s in here”

“And here are those papers!” Rhett quickly stood up, handing Y/N a random assortment of papers. Flickering her eyes between the paper and the drawer she prayed that Royal couldn’t see the blush that was spread across her face as the desk drawer shut with her panties still nestled into the corner of the drawer.

“Rhett we have been looking for you!” Cece called out before rounding the corner to the office “Oh Y/N!” she smiled “It’s so good to see you, we didn’t see your car in the parking lot. I thought only Rhett stayed late on Wednesdays” she walked further into the office. Pulling Y/N into a hug, which she returned “What brings you to stay so late?” pulling out from the hug Cece placed a hand on her shoulder.

Widening her eyes, she quickly motioned to the papers in her hand “Oh, Luke’s looking at the engine for me” she gave a quick smile, hoping they couldn’t tell she was lying through her teeth “and I was just having Rhett help me with my lesson for Sunday” she added “Well…” she turned to Rhett “I will let you get going” she smiled “I’ve got my keys so I can lock up”

Royals brows rose hearing her plans “You planning on staying even later?” he asked “You gonna have Luke or Billy pick you up?” before Cece joined in.

“Sweetheart it’s already so late… why don’t you join us!” she suggested.

Looking between each other, “Oh Cece I wouldn’t want to impose and be-” “Besides!” Rhett cut her off “Y/N hasn’t really been feeling well this past week” which wasn’t a total lie, she’d gotten nauseous during communion the past few weeks and even asked Rhett to help her with the Sunday school lessons due to the migrages she’d get after the sermons. 

Pointing to Rhett, Y/N nodded “Yeah, I wouldn’t wanna get anyone sick or-... or be a ha-” she stopped talking when Cece started to wave her hand.

“Nonsense, besides if you aren’t feeling well you should eat and I know Amy would love to see you.” she insisted “not to mention we can just drop you off at your ranch when we’re done” 

How could Y/N say no to Cece’s sweet smile, looking between Cece and the papers she held in hand. She shrugged “I-” she sheepishly smiled at Rhett “I guess I could join… Just give me a moment to clean up and gather my things” Royal and Cece nodded, leaving back to the main area of the church. 

As soon as they were out of earshot, Rhett turned to Y/N “Luke’s working on your car?” he smiled at the lie.

“Oh I’m sorry, would you prefer me to say that you picked me up so we could both relieve some stress?” she hummed before throwing the papers onto the desk and ripping open the middle drawer of Rhett’s desk and grabbing her panties out before Rhett could close the drawer. 

“Damnit” Rhett mumbled, taking his collar off and throwing it next to the paper on the desk.

“Did you really think I was gonna forget about these?” she chuckled, shimmying the fabric up her legs.

As soon as the two had gathered their coats and Y/N grabbed her purse, they followed Royal and Cece out to the parking lot before getting into Rhett’s truck to trail behind Cece and Royal to the restaurant. Sitting in a comfortable silence, the two glanced between each other, sharing the same dopey grin.

It wasn’t long till they pulled into the restaurant, parking the truck Rhett quickly exited before rushing over to open the door for Y/N, offering her his hand to help her down from the truck. Squeezing his hand as he helped her down, a light flush covered her cheeks.

Even after all the months Rhetts spent showing Y/N the pleasure of self-enjoyment. He loved how even after seeing her completely wrecked on his cock she still got flustered at the smallest of gestures. 

Walking into the diner shortly after Cece and Royal, they looked around before hearing a voice call out “Y/N!” Amy undoubtedly before footsteps filled the air and Y/N was engulfed in a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Amy!” Y/N smiled hugging the girl back “Look at you” Y/N pulled her out of the hug smiling at her “How are you the same little girl I used to babysit? Look at you, such a gorgeous young lady” she cooed before Amy’s attention was turned to Rhett

“Uncle Rhett, church did you some good” she joked as Rhett pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah. Looks like Colorado did the same to you” he joked back.

It wasn’t long before Amy dragged them over to the booth where Perry, Royal, and Cece were sitting. “Well look at you!” Perry exclaimed “Preacher Rhett” he laughed moving to stand and shake Rhett’s hand.

“Ha Ha Ha” Rhett laughed sarcastically before patting Perry’s back and sitting down. 

Perry’s eyes drifted over to Y/N who gave a slight wave “Tillerson, I’ll be damned” he chuckled offering his hand to Y/N “How’d you manage to get dragged along” he paused “are you and Rhett?...” his brow raised before Cece nudged Perry.

“Oh stop Perry, Y/N’s working with Rhett at the church” Perry’s eyes widened hearing that before nodded 

“I hope my brother isn’t giving you too much trouble Y/N” shaking her head with a laugh, Y/N nodded

“No, if anything I feel like I’ve been more trouble” she joked, scootched into the booth before Amy squished in next to her. 

After catching up with the two Abbotts the conversation shifted to the general talk of life, asking Perry about his new job and him asking about the church in return. Amy asking what it’s like working with so many little kids. Asking Amy what she’d been up to in Colorado, looking at photos of Perry and Amy’s apartment. Chatter just filled the air and before long everyone’s food has been placed in front of them. 

Biting the inside of her cheek, Y/N forced herself to swallow what little spit was left in her dry mouth at the smell of the Fish fry Royal had ordered. Reaching for her water she took small sips, savoring the bland taste as it eased her stomach before she looked to her own plate 

Setting her glass down, she picked up the halved BLT and let out a small breath before taking a bite. The same sandwich she’d been eating two weeks ago when Rhett offered to pick up lunch for the two of them, but as the flavors of the sandwich stayed on her tongue for longer. The slower her chewing got. Face slowly going pale before she set the sandwich down and took her napkin off of her lap “Excuse me Amy” she mumbled as best as she could with the food in her mouth. Waiting for Amy to exit the booth before she speed walked to the bathroom.

Leaving the tables glancing after her in worry. “I told ya she wasn’t feeling that well” was all Rhett could say.

Leaning against the wall as her knees rested on the cool tile of the bathroom, Y/N closed her eyes trying to catch her breath as another wave of nausea washed over her. Too lost in thought, trying to make sure she didn’t throw up again, Y/N failed to notice how Cec had come into the restroom until she knocked on the stall Y/N occupied.

“Y/N Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

Her eyes snapped open hearing the women’s voice. “Oh gosh Cece…” she groaned “I’m so sorry I didn’t-“ 

“Oh hush, there’s nothing you could have done sweetheart” the woman cooed, leaning against the wall outside of the stall “You did say you weren’t feeling too good, we can’t fault you for that” 

Pushing herself off of the floor, Y/N grimaced as her stomach turned, but powered through it, flushing away the contents of the toilet before opening the door. She was immediately met with Cece’s soft apologetic gaze and pulled into a hug before Cece felt Y/N forehead with the back of her hand, an act that was second nature to the woman “you are a little warm…” she hummed “Rhett said he could take you home right now if you wanted, and the choice is totally up to you sweetheart but if you do go, at least try to get something in your stomach when you get back to your folks” 

Nodding, Y/N moved to wash her hands and rinse her mouth out before she and Cece exited the restroom to find Rhett standing in the hallway. 

Moving away from the wall his hand went to rest on Y/N shoulder, as Cece squeezed past the two and made her way back to the booth.

His eyes were asking her if she was okay. Once he saw her nod, a sigh fell from his lips before he handed her a bottle, “They didn’t have any ginger ale behind the counter, so I figured Sprite would be the next best thing” he admitted “help settle your stomach and all”

“Thank you” she gave a light smile as she opened the bottle and took a small sip. 

Nodding in response he waited for her to take a few more sips of the carbonated beverage before she spoke again “you want me to take ya home?”

Letting out a sigh, Y/N nodded, letting Rhett lead her out to his truck. Making sure she got in just fine before turning back to the restaurant to pay for their food and tell everyone that he’d see them at the ranch later. 

Getting into the truck Y/N rested her head against the window, the cool glass bringing some relief to the headache that had started to form behind her left eye. Not bothering to look when she heard the driver side open and the truck start, a small smile graced her lips as Rhett took her hands in his as he drove. Brining the back of her hand up to his lips and planting a kiss, “If you’re still not feeling any better by the weekend, maybe I could bring you into the cities… get checked out” his thumb rubbed the back of her palm, as he glanced between her and the road. 

Shaking her head, Y/N gave his hand a squeeze “I’m sure it’s just a bug, Mrs. Fallon's son was sick so I’m sure it's just making its rounds though the class” moving to take a sip of the drink once more she hummed, savoring these last few moments alone before they pulled up to Tillerson ranch. Stopping as they were halfway up the driveway, Rhett turned off his lights before putting the truck in park and leaned over to Y/N. 

Knowing he was going to kiss her, she turned her head to the side so his lips met her cheek. “What’s that for Lamb?” he grumped.

A sigh fell from her lips “Rhett, I’ve got vomit breath…” 

He raised his brow “So?” Turning to face Rhett, Y/N’s eyes pleaded with him before he raised his hands “Alright, I’ll just drop my lamb off without a goodbye kiss” he pouted before turning the lights of the truck on and driving the rest of the way.

Before the truck came to a full halt in front of the main door, Y/N unbuckled herself and leaned over to Rhett, placing a kiss on his cheek causing a blush to flower over his ears “I love you My Sweet Rhett” she hummed.

Smiling over to her, Rhett chuckled “I love you too Lamb” before he parked the truck and let Y/N climb out, not pulling out of the driveway till he saw her enter the house. 

Smiling out the window next to the door, Y/N watched as his taillights disappeared down the road before taking off her shoes and making her way into the kitchen. Opening the door to the pantry, she rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. 

Saltines

Pulling the sleeve from the box, she closed the door just as Billy wandered into the kitchen “Hey, I thought you didn’t have to go in today” making his way over to the fridge, he pulled out a jar of pickles “You want some?” 

Shaking her head, Y/N set the sleeve of crackers on the counter next to her drink, ripping them open “I was behind on lesson planning” popping the cracker into her mouth. She leaned against the counter looking around the hour “... Is there a reason why it's so quiet? Normally Luke or Dad would have been out here making dinner by now” 

Shrugging, Billy opened the pickles, taking a bite of one “Checking out the north fence line” he mumbled.

Nodding her head she continued “And Ma?” 

A chuckle made its way from Billy as he took out one last pickle before putting the jar away “The church ladies asked her to join them to talk about you… You know how Ma is-”

“Always down to talk about why her kids are better than yours” they laughed in unison.

As the laughter died down, Billy motioned to the crackers and Sprite “Still not feeling good?” 

Sighing as she gathered her things she nodded once more “I think there’s a bug going around the sunday school class” 

“Don’t let Luke hear that, he’ll start bitching about that big rodeo he’s got coming up” 

“Noted” she smiled making her way out of the kitchen “Night Billy” she called

“Night Sissy” he called back before she disappeared to her room. 

Once in her room, Y/N changed out of her dress and into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, flopping down onto her bed. Grabbing the book that’d been resting on her nightstand she picked up where she had left off.

Entranced in the book, Y/N failed to notice that she didn’t fully screw the cap on the drink all the way shut, so when she went to reach for it blindly, her hand knocked it over. 

“Oh shoot!” she shot up, tipping the bottle to stand up right once again before rushing to her bathroom to retrieve a towel from under the sink. 

As she threw open the cabinet she rummaged around before finally grabbing a towel. As she pulled it out however she paused, her eyes trained on the brand new, unopened box of tampons she’d purchased just a month and a half before. 

She sat for a moment, eyes darting to the box before drifting off into the void as she was lost in thought. Standing from her spot she dropped the towel and moved back to her room, rushing to grab her purse and a coat as she quickly and quietly made her way down the stairs, slipping on some flats and rushing out the front door. Fishing the car keys from her purse, her mind was rushed with thoughts as she started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

Never in her life did Y/N ever think she’d be going ten over the speed limit to get into town yet, here she was. Slowing down to the speed limit as she reached the edge of town, her eyes darted between the road and the people walking along the sidewalk. “Shit….” she mumbled, what would people say if they saw her going into the convenience store… they would talk. Of course they would, talk was always the one thing that spread across a small down faster than anything.

 Continuing to drive through town, Y/N glanced off to the side of the road as the “Leaving Wabang” sign came into view. She had fifthteen miles to contemplate her thoughts, hoping- nay… praying that her thoughts were just that… thoughts. 

Too anxious to turn on the radio, she tapped her thumbs along the steering wheel as she gnawed at her bottom lip. 

Y/N and Rhett weren’t stupid, they’d used protection and Y/N’d started taking birthcontrol the week after her and Rhett first had sex. Yet with the recent planning of the churches annual Thanksgiving mass and dinner coming up, Y/N might have missed a few days of the pill and Rhett hadn’t had time to restock on condoms(Not that either of them minded going without one). 

As the lights of the next town over came into view, Y/N drove around for a good five minutes before finding the local convenience store. Parking the car, she threw her bag over her shoulder and rushed out, noting the time on the door.

Closes At 8

She had ten minutes to get in and get out, “plenty of time” she sighed to herself before making her way inside. Looking down each row, her hands held a death grip on her bag as she finally reached the row she was looking for. Her brows furrowed as she made her way down the row, taking in the different varieties of tests. Shaking her head, Y/N settled on getting two moderately priced tests before making her way to the check out. 

“Find everything you’re looking for?” the elderly store clerk smiled as Y/N set down the tests. 

“Yeah” she hummed. Looking off not even realizing the clerk had asked her something until she looked back and the clerk had a softer smile than before on her face. “I’m sorry, what was that?” 

“Oh I asked if you’re alright dear? You keep looking around?”

Deciding it was just better to lie, Y/N chuckled “Oh sorry” she smiled “Umm my husband and I are driving thought to visit his folks… he’s grabbing food so I thought I’d run in” 

The Clerk nodded “Planning on a surprise are you?” she hummed bagging up the tests

“Yes” Y/N chuckled once more as she pulled a $20 out of her wallet and handed it to the clerk.

“Well I wish you the best of luck dear.” she grinned, handing Y/N back the bag.

Nodding Y/N thanked the woman before making her way back out to the car, pulling out of the parking lot, making her way back to Wabang. Driving alone, with only her thoughts.

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Tagging: @sebsxphia @hangmanapologist @rhettabbotts @auroralightsthesky

[erodasfishtacos]

Take a Hike

Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.

word count: 2.2 k

contains: language, sexual content

Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.

You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.

While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.

It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.

Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.

It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 

However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.

She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.

Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.

Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 

**

You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.

Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.

Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.

The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.

Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.

You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 

Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.

You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.

You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 

You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.

“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”

“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”

“Snap a video, Emilia!”

Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.

The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.

“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.

You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.

As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.

Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.

It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.

The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.

The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.

“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.

Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.

He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.

“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.

You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”

You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”

Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.

He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 

“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.

Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.

“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”

They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.

“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.

With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”

He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.

—- 

The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.

Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.

Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.

“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.

“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”

Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.

“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”

“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”

“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”

You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 

“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.

“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.

“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.

“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.

It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.

“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”

His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.

“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.

“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.

“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 

“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.

“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.

“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 

With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.

“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.

“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.

Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.

He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 

He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 

“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.

“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”

You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.

It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.

It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.

“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 

It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.

—-

It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.

Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty

You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 

Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 

Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.

It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 

The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.

It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.

“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”

Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.

“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”

“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”

The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”

I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.

Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.

“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”

[thegracelessfaceless]

🔥Summer Time Sal Fisher Extravaganza!🔥

(Contains HCs + a short imagine sequence)

Cw: mentions of sickness due to overheating, vomit mention

When it comes to seasons, autumn and winter are definitely Sal's favorites

He loves all the warm, cozy stuff, good food, and especially the cool to frigid weather.

Autumn and winter Sally are Sal in his natural state, with the oversized sweaters, jeans, fingerless gloves with hoodie and earmuffs

But this post isn't about Sal in winter and fall

Here's some sweet wintertime Sal stuff if you're looking for that

But it's practically July, and we're all kind of burning up, aren't we?

So, yeah, Sally isn't a fan of summer.

He starts getting cranky around the middle of spring, just when it's starting to warm up

His prosthetic is so hot, physically and aesthetically.

It's thick, at least a good quarter of an inch, and either fiberglass or a thick polymer plastic, but definitely not something as soft as medical grade silicone.

Also, it's not just smooth inside like a normal mask would be

There's gonna be all sorts of supporting ridges and padding where Sal needs support to the parts of his face that had the most damage

As well as the tissue Sal shoves up in the right cheek area to help tamp down his drool situation

Needless to say, going around with a thick layer on your face, in summer, with your breath constantly bouncing back in your face because your prosthetics designer gave your mask a coin slot for a mouth... It would make for a bad time.

Those nose holes only provide so much ventilation and I speak this from experience

So to beat the heat, Sal sheds his oversized sweaters and flannels and jeans for cooler clothes, but sticks with his prosthetic

In my DR, Sal didn't like going out without his prosthetic until after his prison stint, where he came to terms with his appearance. Now he only wears it on bad pain days and around kids so he doesnt scare them

But in his teens and early twenties, Sal was much more shy

Since he didn't feel comfortable without his prosthetic, he tried to relieve the heat with clothes that help him stay as cool as possible when in public

I'm talking tank tops and board shorts, band shirts that he's cut the sleeves off of (and sometimes a good portion of the sides too) and cargo shorts, kilts, skirts that Ash lets him borrow, if it keeps him cool, he's wearing it

When Sal is home, or at Larry's, it becomes more a matter of Sal appreciating feeling air in his skin period, whether it's his face or his body

On super hot days you can catch him in only jeans, pajama pants, or his boxers (but only in his room)

Products used by Sal to lessen his sweaty misery during the hot months: baby powder, athletic powder, chalk powder, corn starch, deodorant, antiperspirant, dryer sheets, vapor rub (the menthol makes him think he's cooler than he really is)

If you drop in at Larry's while Sal's there, any summer between 1993 to 1999, you will find them shirtless and gaming or sunken into bean bags surrounded by instruments, sweaty from exchanging licks on the guitar or bass

Their shirts can always be found in the living room, tossed on the couch like they took their shirts off like you would your jacket upon arriving home

Neither Sal or Larry tolerate high heat levels well, though Larry fares better than Sal

Some of the meds Sal takes make him more sensitive to heat and sunlight

So if Sal gets too hot, he starts getting sick at his stomach and a headache. If ignored, his body will decide to start vomiting, which Sal hates, so he feels even worse and eventually has to go home and lie down for a while.

Sal tries to avoid going outside if the heat levels go above 95°

Due to his scarring, his sweat glands got a little messed up, so some work, some don't. Regardless it means he can't cool off the way the body is intended to

However his only exception is to go swimming

Larry discovered this the summer after Sal came to Nockfell...

It was a sweltering July afternoon, around three when the day was at it's hottest. The AC at Addison's was on the fritz, and Larry and Sal were laying like dead flies on the kitchen floor of Larry's apartment. The basement apartment was cooler than Sal's up on the fourth floor, but not by much.

"You wanna go to the lake, dude?" Larry asked as he shifted his body so it was touching fresh, cool tile instead of the body heated tile he had previously been occupying.

"I dunno, Larry" Sal said from his spot on the floor only feet away, "It's hot as hell. Everyone's gonna be there. And I'm already having to dry my prosthetic out from the sweat, so I can't wear it."

So Larry went about describing this spot that he knew about, a pretty deep creek that split off from Wendigo Lake.

"Not a lot of people know about it, dude. My dad used to take me there when I was a kid... There's a swinging rope (:3)."

Finally, between the unbearable heat, which was ever pressing down on Sal as he did the same as Larry and repositioned himself on a new stretch of cool tile, and Larry's descriptions of this forest oasis, Sally relented, "Okay. We'll go. But I'm not walking."

"Of course, dude" Larry said, getting up to ask Lisa to drive them. He remembered the last time Sal had overheated. They had tried to walk clear across town to a new record shop and Larry had ended up having to carry Sal home, thrown over his shoulder. It wouldn't have been so bad, but about halfway there, Sal had puked down his back

Lisa happily drove them. The boys had been laying around for days, and she was happy for the excuse to get them outside.

The heat got better once Larry and Sal got under the canopy of the trees surrounding Wendigo Lake. Larry led Sal straight to it, no loss of direction at all, even though there was no trail. Sal did have a little struggle at the end, there was a hill that was just too steep for Sal's shorter legs to climb. There were rocks interspersed up the hill, which Larry climbed easily. To his credit, Sal tried, trying to stretch from one rock to the next, but they were spaced too far apart.

So Larry ended up giving him a hand and hauling Sal up the hill from where he was perched. They were more than a little sweaty in their swim shorts and shirts, and getting a little cranky. But as Sal stood from climbing up the last bit of hill, he looked down at the view that was now unblocked.

Sal had been seeing glimpses of a creek that, in his opinion, seemed too dried up to swim in. They might be lucky to get their ankles wet, he had thought. But before him, he saw that the creek widened here, and looked pretty deep, the water dark and the bottom concealed. There was a tree next to them, large and sprawling and it shaded the area. A thick rope was tied to a low hanging branch and a set of bicycle handlebars had been tied to it, for maximum grip.

A tree had fallen in the creek at some point and the water covered it except for the ends of gnarly looking roots which stuck up at one end. A part of its long trunk was visible in the water towards the center. Beyond the tree, there was an area that had been cleared enough for lounging on the shore and in one space, sunbathing.

"Well?" Larry asked, "What do you-"

And Sal was already sprinting past Larry, catching the rope as he passed and swinging into the water, coming up a few seconds later with a victorious whoop.

Larry blinked for a second. Besides fights, he'd never seen Sal move so fast. He looked to the left where Sal had been standing and only found his shirt, shoes, socks, and towel. He smiled to himself as he bent to collect his friends things and carried them to the little cove the forest made. Once there, Larry's shirt, towel and shoes joined Sal's in a little pile off to the side. Then he returned to the hill and flung himself into the water, not even using the rope, letting out a Tarzan yell as he speared through the air.

And that's how Larry learned that Sal absolutely loves all things water.

They were there until well after dark, which worked out because they were able to walk back home in relative safety from the heat at that point.

Yes, Sal will swim all day if you let him

Sal really likes diving and being completely submerged

The feeling of near weightlessness that water gives Sal on his face, head and neck is a huge relief, and he takes full advantage of it

In the summer months, Sal and the gang spent a lot of time at the lake, either where everyone else swims, but mostly at Larry's secret spot

Sal was never taught to swim btw

His body has just always known how

He'd only ever been swimming twice before Larry took him to his cove, and those times were at the pool

So when Sal swims, it's not like he's swimming and diving like a professional athlete or anything

He can doggy paddle, long stroke, and mermaid dive

But it works for him, he can swim like hell and hold his breath forever

It's actually kind of beautiful seeing Sal underwater

His hair swirls around his head and face like seaweed, the bubbles decorate the ridges of his scars and his smile is absolutely radiant

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.