#so i’m just standing there making grabby hands at it waiting so i can give the person their change back so i can then proceed with the order

[solace-seekers]

i worked for one (1) day and already had to take the order of one of my band directors

[rafeandonlyrafe]

emergency

words: 1.2k

warnings: single mom!reader (request)

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“oh fuck…” you look at your phone after it buzzed for the third time. “i-i have to go, i’m sorry rafe.” you stand up.

“what? whats wrong?” rafe asks, not waiting for your answer before tossing some cash on the table, plenty to cover the bill and a tip for the inconvenience of rushing out mid dinner.

“it’s an emergency, i just need to get back home.” you explain, hands shaking as you exit the restaurant. you were so excited originally to go with on this date with rafe, the restaurant was upscale and you chose the perfect dress for the occasion.

“hey, baby.” rafe calls after you.

you dig into your purse as you approach your car until you finally find your keys. you pull them out but fumble, dropping them to the floor.

“baby, you can’t drive like this.” rafe says, snatching the keys off the ground before you can get to them first.

“i have to get home rafe, stop!” you shout, temper starting to flare as the minutes tick by.

“then let me drive you.” rafe says, looking just as concerned as you feel right now. 

“fine.” you groan. you know rafe well enough to know that when decides something, he doesn’t back down easily, and he has decided that you can’t get yourself home with the state you’re in. if only he knew what the reason behind the nerves was.

rafe opens up the car door, not even caring about leaving his vehicle here as you run around to the passenger seat. you don’t make any small talk, sending a quick text back in response to your cousin while giving rafe directions. 

he pulls into your driveway, surprised by how close you live, considering that all the dates that you’ve gone on in the past, you’ve insisted on driving yourself, to the point where you’ve been seeing rafe for almost four months now and he didn’t even know where you lived until this moment.

rafe throws the car into park as you hop out the vehicle, only pausing when you realize rafe is getting out too. 

“i’ll call an uber for you back to the restaurant.” you say. “just… wait out here.”

“y/n, if it’s an emergency, let me come in and help.” rafe says, as your ears pick up the cries coming from inside, but judging by rafes face, he hasn’t heard it yet. 

“no-no. i got this rafe.” you say firmly.

“what more do i have to do to prove how serious i am about us?” rafe asks, throwing his hands up, just as the door opens behind you.

you turn to the door, then back to rafe, seeing the confusion on his face, before running up to the door. you scoop your daughter out of your cousins arms, her sobs instantly lessening to a quiet cry as her grabby hands grip your dress.

“i’m so sorry, she woke up and would not calm down.” your cousin says.

“it’s okay.” you shake your head. “you can head home, i’ll venmo you for tonight.”

“hey, no worries.” your cousin shakes her head, giving you a hug and giving your daughter a kiss on the top of her head before heading away, sending a glance to rafe but staying quiet as his eyes remain on you, on the baby in your arms.

“mamas here, it’s okay baby girl.” you coo, bouncing your daughter as her cries lessen and then eventually stop.

“mama? that’s your daughter?” rafe asks.

“yes.” you hold your head high, despite how defeated you fell. “so you can just go now.”

“go?” rafe moves closer until he’s standing next to you in the doorway. he glances down at your daughter, who is looking up at him with big, curious eyes. “why would i go?”

“well, now that you know i’m a single mom i figured you-”

“you figured wrong.” rafe interrupts you. “i’m not just going to leave because you have a child. i’m only upset that you never told me.”

“i didn’t want to bring you into her life, let her get attached to you only for you to leave like her dad did.” you explain, shifting how you’re holding your daughter, hoping she goes back to sleep soon so you can have the conversation with rafe that you know is needed.

“i won’t, y/n.” rafe says seriously, his face showing the strength of his statement. “i’m not just going to run away from you, or from her.”

you feel tears well in your eyes, and you don’t hold them back. you like rafe a lot, and from what you’ve seen on the dates you’ve been on with him, he puts family before anything else, family that would include your daughter if given the chance.

“whats her name?”

“brynne. and she’s eight months old.”

“so she was three months when we met?” rafe asks, and you nod yes, moving through the threshold. rafe follows you in, shutting the door behind you, eyes sweeping around your home now that he’s finally in it for the first time.

“listen, rafe. i’m really sorry i didn’t tell you before. i was just worried you’d judge me for being a young single mom, and i’m so protective of her.” “it’s okay.” rafe shakes his head. “i get it.”

“thank you.” you smile, despite the tears still staining your cheeks. you hold brynne with one arm as you raise your hand to rafes cheek, glad that you’ve still got your heels on as you’re able to press your lips against his, quickly accepted by rafe as he kisses back.

you let yourself calm now that your mouth is against his. you pull away to rest your head against his shoulder.

“i should get her to bed, and then we can talk.” you offer.

“can i carry her to bed?” rafe asks, a small smile on his face as he looks down at brynne. “i’d like to hold her, if that’s okay.”

“yeah.” you smile, shifting so rafe can take your daughter from your arms. you cover your mouth with a giggle upon seeing how tiny she looks in his big arms.

“hi brynne, i’m rafe. your moms boyfriend.” rafe tells her, his voice soft and higher than normal when speaking to the baby.

“boyfriend, huh?” you question, raising an eyebrow. you never officially gave your relationship a title, but it seems like rafe has decided that for you.

“you heard me.” rafe smiles back, causing a blush to flare over your cheeks.

“now lets get you to bed, little one.” rafe bounces your daughter gently as he walks further into the house. 

you can’t let go of your smile as you watch your boyfriend and your daughter together, the months of worry now leading to something that you’re going to work to keep great.

“you coming?” rafe turns when he notices you aren’t following him.

“yeah.” you nod, rushing over to lay your hand on rafes back, leaning over him slightly to look at your daughter as well while you walk. “i love you.”

“was that to me or brynne?” rafe asks.

you look up at him, his blue eyes shining back brightly. 

“both.”

[maximotts]

♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱

♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff

I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!

confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.

“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”

Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”

“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.

She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”

“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”

Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.” 

Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over. 

With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.

Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!” 

She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.” 

“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.

“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”

“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” 

“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing. 

She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”

“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.

You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.” 

You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”

She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.

“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned. 

Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her. 

“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you. 

“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp. 

The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”

“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”

You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.” 

It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”

The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”

“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again. 

Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”

“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”

“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was. 

When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”

Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”

“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”

The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once. 

“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty. 

“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”

“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”

“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for. 

Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”

She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into. 

“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”

As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”

“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”

“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall. 

She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”

Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”

“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”

“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down. 

Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”

Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!” 

Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!” 

“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her. 

Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”

“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.

[jjkfemimagine]

moments early in the relationship that made you fall in love with them

“I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends…”

moments early in the relationship that made you fall in love with them | fem! jjk x reader

Gojo: When Gojo asked you to go on a trip with her, you were excited but slightly nervous. She didn’t tell you exactly where the two of you were going, just that it was out of the country and to pack at least two nice pieces of clothing. 

You had been stressed, looking through every item you owned, trying to decide what was considered nice, and your room had become a mess as you threw clothes everywhere, frustrated that nothing seemed good enough. You were practically in tears. The two of you left in two days, and it wasn’t enough time to buy something and then have it tailored if it needed to be. 

You hear a knock at your door, and thinking it was your neighbor bringing back a pan that they used, headed to greet them. 

What greeted you instead was your girlfriend, standing tall and excitedly in front of you. She was somehow balancing a bag and two to-go cups of boba. “Baby!” she exclaimed happily. “Can I come in? I brought your favorite!” 

You stare up at her beautiful face, sunglasses covering her magnificent eyes, and are struck once again by how perfect she was. Her pearly white teeth, her grin, her long white hair, her body — and how she always seemed to pop up with something for you at the exact timing you need it without even knowing. 

She makes herself at home, placing down the bag and two drinks on your coffee table, and you head in her direction after closing the door and locking it in place. As soon as you get close enough, she reaches out, making grabby hands and pulling you into a huge hug where she rocks the two of you back and forth. The scent of her perfume made all your anxiety fly out the window. In this moment there was only you, and the most kindhearted woman you had ever met. 

She pulls back and gives you a quick kiss, before taking in your expression. Gojo was very hard to fool, especially when it came to how you were truly feeling. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

“Nothing,” you say, holding onto her still. She runs one of her hands soothingly up and down your back. 

“It doesn’t seem like nothing, love.” 

You fall silent, and Gojo doesn’t press again, though you can tell she’s waiting for you to continue. The two of you had only been dating for three months, but she never failed to decode how you were truly feeling. She gave you time to process things, but had always circled back to asking about what bothered you.

“It’s just…this trip.” 

Her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn’t interrupt you. 

“You said to pack at least two pieces of nice clothing, and I’ve been stressed with packing. I have no idea what the plans are, and nothing seems right, if you know what I mean. Also, please don’t go into my room; clothes are everywhere and it looks as though my bed has been hit by a tornado.” 

There’s silence for a minute before Gojo begins to laugh at you. You look at her as she does, wondering what’s going on inside her head, when she clasps her hands together, and says, “Let’s play dress up then!”

You continue to stare at her, dumbfounded as you say, “Huh?” 

“Yeah, like Project Runway! I’ll sit here on this couch, and you can change into the different ideas you have, and I can rate them like a judge! It’ll be really fun, and I think it'll make you feel better.” 

Your face breaks out into a soft smile at her idea. “Not a bad idea,” you tell her, and drag her into a quick kiss by tugging her towards you. 

“I never have bad ideas, baby! But first, let’s eat!” 

Geto: I’m so sorry, I think I’ll have to reschedule for tonight, is what greets your eyes when you look down at your phone near the end of your workday. 

You were finishing up the paperwork required after a mission, and had been excited to see your girlfriend after a long day. 

It wasn’t like Geto to cancel a hangout, so you’re immediately worried. You quickly type back, Is everything okay? 

Nanako and Mimiko are sick. They’re both sniffling and running slight fevers and have the chills. I want to stay with them and make sure they’re okay. I’m so sorry, baby. 

No reason to be sorry, you respond. Can I bring you anything? 

It takes Geto a minute to respond, and you’re strangely anxious. You two had only been going out for two months, despite knowing each other for much longer. You didn’t want to be pushy, or overstep, especially since the girls are Geto’s pride and joy. 

Actually, if you can get some cold medicine at the store and drop it off, that would be great. Are you sure? 

You snort before responding, Of course I’m sure. I’ll be there with medicine in less than an hour!

As soon as you get off work, you head to the store and pick up some medicine for the girls (the kind that doesn’t taste bad costs more, but you would literally kill someone for them, so it was very miniscule to you) and then head to Geto’s. 

When you arrive at her home, you knock on the door and it opens to reveal your girlfriend, her hair tied up opposed to her typical half-up half-down style. She wore sweatpants rather than her robes, and a bit of the stress on her face alleviates when she sees you. She steps back and allows you in before wrapping you in a huge hug. 

The two of you rock side to side, and immediately, when her familiar scent comes to you, you relax into her even more. “Thank you for getting medicine,” she says, pulling back and giving you a quick fix. “How much do I owe you?”

You arch an eyebrow, “‘How much do I owe you?’ You owe me nothing, Suguru. I would do anything for you and the girls.” 

A soft smile that she only allows you to see settles on her face, and your heart feels so warm. “Thank you, baby,” she says before giving you another kiss. “Let me take some to the girls.” 

You help your girlfriend carry glasses of water and two small measuring cups of medicine to the girls. They were staying in the same room, as they grew quite adorably clingy to one another when the other was ill. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was the way your very soul exploded as Geto squats next to Mimiko, brushing her hand gently across the girl’s forehead to wake her up. When Mimiko stirs, letting out a groan, Ghetto gently shushes her and tells her to take some medicine. She repeats the very same action with Nanako, and the thought hits you like a hundred bricks: I am falling so, so deeply in love with Geto Suguru. 

Nanami: You had gone for a night out with Shoko and Utahime to a bar, pounding back drink after drink. It had been extremely fun, and you were drunk by the time the night was called for. Utahime and Shoko were staying the night in Shoko’s place, and they offered for you to stay with them, but you shook your head stubbornly, the world spinning. 

“I wan’ my g-girlfriend,” you slur out. Hiccuping, you add, “I need…to call…Kento. She’s so, so p-pretty.” 

Shoko burst out with laughter, Utahime joining her as they shared a look. 

“Alright, alright, let’s call your girlfriend to come pick you up. We’ll stay here with you until she comes.” 

You hadn’t even talked to Nanami about picking you up or being a designated driver, but you squinted down at your phone as you tried to scroll through your contacts. All the names blurred together, and you’re swaying side to side from how fucked up you were. The realization hits you, though it doesn’t necessarily sober you. “W-wait! I, I didn’t ask her to pick me up. She…asleep…” 

“Wow, you’re really drunk,” observes Utahime, steadying you with her arm around your shoulders. “And you don’t need to worry about that. Nanami would drop anything for you.” 

“Don’t want to interrupt her sleep,” you slur. Shoko was smoking, and she snorted at your words. 

“Trust me, you’re her first priority. I’ll call her right now for you. No doubt she stayed up to pick you up and make sure you got home safely.” 

“Noooo, don’t bother herrrrr.” 

“Too late,” Shoko says, phone pressed against her ear. “Nanami? Yeah. Can you come pick her up? We’re at that one small bar in Shinjuku.” She pauses, then snickers. “I knew you’d be up and waiting. You’ll be here in 5 minutes? Alright. We’re standing outside.” 

You let out a whine, “Is’ only,” you stare at the screen on your phone with all your concentration to make out the blurry numbers. “Is’ only 1:24 A.M. We can still dance! Dance with me, Utahimeee!” You grab your friend and begin jumping up and down. You were still convinced you could keep going, and your friends silently sent out a prayer for the blonde sorcerer who was going to be taking care of you. 

You were making Utahime rock back and forth with you until a car pulled up next to your group. You turn to look and see the foggy form of your girlfriend. By now, you had completely forgotten that you were worried about Nanami staying up this late, too focused on the warmth in your body and the electric shock that went through your system at seeing your lover. 

“Nanami!” you cried out, stumbling in your heels in her direction. “My baby! You’re here!” 

Nanami had walked quickly to where you were swaying on your feet and wrapped her arm protectively around your waist, supporting your weight easily. You lean against her, laughing. 

“Nanami, have I ever told you,” you hiccup again, “how beautiful you are. Ahh, I have the best girlfriend ever, so tall, so strong, so beautiful, s-so p-perfect, and kind, and soooo pretty.”

Nanami shakes her head at you, and though she seems exasperated anyone sober could see her lovesick gaze. “I think you’ve mentioned it before, sweetheart. Now, come, we should get you home to lay down, hm? I’ll help you get ready for bed.” 

“Fine,” you pout, before turning around and attempting to run away when Nanami lets her guard down. “Nooo! I wanna dance!” 

Nanami had chased after you, and easily caught up. 

And then she does something that sobers you up: She grabs you easily and picks you up. You immediately grab onto her out of instinct, and she begins walking back to the car. Onlookers are giggling at the scene, but Nanami effortlessly opens the passenger door and gently places you inside. 

(Shoko had definitely been recording the whole thing secretly.) 

Nanami gets into the driver seat, and begins the ride home. It’s quiet until you begin to whine. “My feet huuuurrttt.” 

“I can massage them when we get back, how about that?” Nanami says, leaning over, and places her warm, calloused hand on your thigh. “If you’re a good girl for me, and listen to me, I’ll get you a treat tomorrow while you’re hungover, hm?”

Oh. 

Shoko: Many would assume you would realize you loved Shoko while she was treating your injury. And while this was a good guess, it was not reality. 

You realized you loved Shoko after you had sex for the first time. 

You had never been with anyone before, man or woman, but Shoko had surprisingly had many sexual partners to the point she knew what to do. 

So after she had fingered your pussy so well you had cum around her fingers, gotten eaten out for the first time ever, and gotten fucked with her strap, you knew it was love. You wouldn’t have allowed anyone to go that far if you didn’t love them. 

The thought, I think I’m truly head over heels, came when she cleaned you both up and had started a warm bath for the both of you. She sat behind you, and you were in a blissful haze as she used her nails to scrape into your scalp lovingly as her chest was pressed against your back, her long legs bracketing yours. 

Her touches were so gentle. She had been gentle earlier too as it had been your first time and she didn’t want to make you more nervous. And now, here you were, taking a bath with the most beautiful doctor in the world, as she softly says, “You were so good, honey, so perfect for me. Thank you for allowing me to touch you like that. I adore you, pretty. My good girl.” 

Safe to your heart melted. 

Yuki: The thought came, much like many things with Yuki, as a sudden one. 

You had planned to go out on a nighttime ride on her motorcycle, and as she fixes your helmet for you, she leans forward and kisses the visor right in front of your lips, and you can’t help the grin that comes to your face. 

She coos, “You’re so cute in this helmet. I promise you’ll be safe with me, honey. If you get scared at all, and it’s too much, just tap on my waist three times. Are you ready?” 

Despite your anxiety, you were excited for this experience with your girlfriend, especially knowing how much she loves her motorcycle. You wanted desperately to share this with her, so you say confidently, “I’ll be fine, Yuki. I promise. Let’s go!” 

“That’s what I like to hear!” she says excitedly, sliding onto the motorcycle. You slip on behind her, and wrap your arms around her waist as she takes off. 

It was beautiful, truly, watching the city lights fly away. It was as if the two of you were flying, the beautiful countryside lit by street lamps going past you. You let out a laugh as the night air thrilled you, and you didn’t have to look at Yuki’s face to know she was smiling. 

She made a turn down a dirt path, and you were a bit concerned as she kept going until she entered what is the most magnificent flower field in the world. The moonlight reflected off all the bright colors, the rows of tulips and sunflowers and chrysanthemums all lined up in perfect rows. She parks her bike at the end of a row in the middle of the field, shutting it off and taking off her helmet before turning to you. She helps you take your helmet off, and then gently guides you off the motorcycle. 

You looked around in awe, taking in all the beautiful flowers. It truly looked like something out of a dream — a beautiful field, on a beautiful night, with a beautiful woman. You never would have guessed you would be so lucky to experience something like this or experience having someone like Yuki as a lover. 

“How did you find this place?” you ask Yuki, turning to look at the taller woman. 

She grins, winking at you. “That’s a secret, baby. I come here when I want to clear my thoughts. It’s pretty, isn’t it?” 

You stare up at the moon, hanging brightly in the late summer sky. “Yes, it’s beautiful.” 

(You were unaware of Yuki watching you like a hawk. She was tempted to say something cheesy like Not as beautiful as you, but decided not to for once.) 

“Stay here, I’ll be right back and we can continue our date!” Yuki cries loudly, and after blowing you a kiss, she walks into the part of the field with the sunflowers. She’s a tall woman, but they were so tall they hid her frame once she was engulfed in them. 

You stay there, taking in the ethereal nighttime all around you, though you were curious about where Yuki was going. The two of you usually walked hand in hand, so you wonder why she took off without you. Maybe she’s planning to jump out and scare me…? 

You hear a rustle, and see Yuki running back to you with a big grin on her face, a whole bunch of flowers in one hand. She stops a foot in front of you before getting down on one knee. 

Your heart skips a beat as she exclaims, “A handmade bouquet by yours truly for my one and only type! My one and only girl!” She holds out the flowers, and you dumbly reach out to take them, successfully turned to mush. You were sure you would have melted into a puddle if it was physically possible. 

Just as you open your mouth to respond, you hear shouting in the distance. You both turn your heads at the same time to see a figure in the distance, and a voice that sounded like an old man screaming out, “You again?! How many times do I have to tell you to stay the hell out of my field?!” 

You and Yuki turn to one another, share one glance, and then immediately run to her motorcycle, hurrying to put on your helmets. She takes the flowers from you as you finish putting yours on, and you take it back and jump on the bike as the old man gets closer, still shouting. 

“Hold on, babygirl! Off we go!” She reeves the engine, and turns her head back as she shouts to the farmer, “Sorry!” 

You can’t help but burst out laughing, and she joins you. You’re both breathless and in tears from how hard you were guffawing at the situation. Hearing her giggle lit up the night, gripping onto the bouquet she haphazardly made you, you feel an unexplainable feeling settle over you. The scent of the flowers tickles your nose, blown by the wind cutting around the motorcycle. 

Oh, I’m falling in love. 

Sukuna: Kills a man for you.

[babydollmarauders]

El!hughes au, where reader takes baby El to her first hockey game of Jack's and it is just really cute and fluffy!!!! Thank you love ❤

adjusting the tiny New Jersey Devils jersey, i smile at the cuteness that is my daughter. Jack and i agreed not to bring El to a hockey game last season, as she was only a month old by the time the season ended, but now it’s October, hockey season has officially started up, and our daughter is seven months old, which we’ve both agreed is old enough to at least take her to one game to feel out how she does.

but what he doesn’t know is that i’m bringing her to the arena for tonight’s game.

i sit in a glass seat waiting for warm-ups, El in my lap looking around at the rink. she’s silent and content until the buzzer sounds, signaling the start of warm-ups, making her startle and look up at me with an exaggerated frown and tears in her eyes.

“hey, baby. it’s okay.” i coo, standing and holding her in a standing position on the ledge around the glass. i tap the glass in the direction of the tunnel entrance, making her attention stray over towards my finger as the team skates out onto the ice.

“look El! there’s uncle Nico!” i cheer, holding her tiny hand up and making it wave. “say ‘hi uncle Nico!’”

she laughs at my actions, but otherwise stays silent, watching the guys skate around on the ice. Nico skates over, tapping at the glass in front of her and i watch her reaction as she sees him. she giggles in response, banging her hands on the glass.

Nico skates away, hitting a puck towards the open net and it’s no longer than a minute later before Dawson skates up taking his place and tapping on the glass.

“look Eleanor! uncle Dawson!” i tell her, and she giggles again, smacking at the glass in front of Dawson, who is bent down making faces at her.

he, too, quickly leaves, and i try and spot my husband on the ice but before i can, someone skates over, cluelessly blocking my view.

i let out an exaggerated gasp, taking El’s little hand in my own and pointing it towards the person.

“El! it’s uncle Lukey!” i exclaim and watch as he turns around at the sound of my voice. at the sight of his niece, Luke grins, bending down so his face is level with hers.

“hey, it’s my favorite girl!” he shouts over the noise of the fans in the arena, making El smile wide and start making grabby hands at him. “sorry, pretty girl! i can’t hold you right now.”

he frowns at her before looking up at me.

“she’s pulling at my heart strings, man!” he tells me and i laugh.

“oh, you’ll see her later at home!” i remind him and he nods.

after finding out we were having a baby, Jack and i both agreed that Luke could still live with us until he decided he wanted to move out, although with how close he is with El, i could see that never happening. which doesn’t upset me at all, because Luke has been one of my closest friends for years now.

“should i go get dada for you, El?” he asks her, and her face brightens at the mention of Jack. Luke takes that as his cue, skating off in search of his brother.

it’s not long before i spot my husband skating over, a wide grin on his face as he stops in front of us.

“El, who is that?!” i coo, watching as she looks up at his face. her eyes go wide, a large grin overtaking her face as she bangs on the glass and starts babbling.

“hey, baby!” he cheers, bending down to be level with her. “did mommy take you to come see daddy play?!”

El lets out an excited shriek, making Jack and i laugh.

“oh yeah?” Jack plays into her babbling, making her laugh. she bangs on the glass a few more times before Jack places his hand on the glass, hers moving to be on top of his on our side. i snap a quick picture of the sweet moment before Jack looks at me.

“hey, pretty lady.” he smiles, making me giggle. “you think you can catch?”

“i can give it a shot.” i tell him. i watch as he uses his stick to toss a warm-up puck over the glass, bringing one hand off of El in order to catch it.

“for her collection.” he tells me.

“what collection?”

“every game she comes to, i’m gonna give her a warm-up puck. i’ll sign and date it when we get home, so she always knows which game it was.” he explains. my heart beats faster, butterflies taking flight in my stomach at his love for her.

El starts making grabby hands at him, and he pouts at her before the buzzer sounds again, letting us know warm-ups are over and it’s time for Jack to get back to the locker room.

“i love you sweetheart! daddy will see you after he wins the game!” Jack exclaims, blowing El a kiss before he skates away towards the tunnel. i stick the puck in my jacket pocket, holding El on my hip as i start walking away from the glass to go to the WAGS box.

she looks up at me with an exaggerated frown, and tears in her eyes, her hand still outstretched towards the ice.

“we’ll see daddy in a few hours, baby. he’s gotta work, honey.”

[laiiaaa]

i hate children but would have one with carmy…

would love a dad!carmy blurb

lolllll i’m the exact same. i don’t want kids, don’t think i ever will…but for carmy…? i’d be a changed woman

You know you’re the last one to wake up when you hear all three voices in the kitchen: Carmen, and your two little girls, now five and eight years old.

“Hey, Jack, uh-uh, get your hand outta there.”

“But you let Rory do it—”

“‘Cause I’m older, idiot—”

“Hey, don’t talk to your sister like that. Go sit down.”

“But Dad—”

“I said sit down, Lorraine. C’mon.”

You hear your girl huff as a chair slides along the floor, and pitiful little cries from the other. When you round the corner you find Carmen standing in front of the stove, wearing a white tank like he usually does in the mornings, paired with sweats that hang low on his hips—even lower now with Jacqueline’s grabby hands trying to get his attention. You’re still groggy with remnants of sleep and rub at your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that comes through when Carmen finally sets his sight on you.

“Hey,” he coos at Jack, picking her up so she’s propped on his hip, “Look who’s here, hm? Say hi to Mama?” With his free hand, he curves his arm around your waist and nudges you close, and he beams when you cup your hand to his jaw and give him a gentle kiss, no later giving Jack a smooch to her fleshy cheek.

“Good morning, Bear.”

He relishes in your soft hands against his skin when he kisses you again, smiling against your lips and a hand teasing at the curve of your ass with a light squeeze. “Mornin’, baby.”

“Good morning, Mama,” your girl babbles, chubby little hands reaching for your face, and you scrunch your nose with an affectionate heart as you hold her tiny digits and kiss her tinier nose.

Not forgetting Rory at the table, you eye the scene of the crime: a bowl full of batter by the stove, a pan over flame, a stack of pancakes only two high, spatula barely-used, and chocolate chips piled close by. A typical Saturday morning.

“C’mere, Lo,” you start, opening an arm to bring her into the loop.

She pouts. “Dad told me to sit.”

You sigh and look back at Carmen, that Are we really doing this right now? look, and without much thinking he concedes, like he always seems to when it comes to you: “Come give your mom a hug.”

And just like that, everyone’s all better.

In that little gap that’s all girly little giggles and tiny feet padding against the floor, all Rory hopping into your arms and you pressing kisses to her face, Carmen silently ushers you forward, casually, away from the stove, and he’s even quicker to shut off the flame in this breadth of a meantime.

His hand stays stationed at your back, making soothing circles against the fabric of your tee, convincing you to leave kisses on his bare shoulder while he uses the opportunity to land one on your forehead.

Right now, just like this, the pancakes can wait, just like the rest of the world. All he needs are his girls.

[world0fmadness]

LOVE IN MY DARK HEART

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader

♡ general dating headcanons for faust!

୨୧ my dream man lolol! reader is referenced to be shorter than faust because i think a majority of people are but if you’re not, i’m sorry :( kind of throuple-y with ihsahn but not reallyyy <3

♡ related hc available here, here, here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: the majesty of the night sky by emperor - the moors of death by urgehal - death to planet earth by craft

♡ faust really gives me the vibe of someone who would just be absolutely obsessed with his partner!

୨୧ like he’s just so obsessed with you and everything you do…

♡ applying your lipstick? he’s gazing at you with his usual blank eyes but if you look really closely, you can see love swirling around in there too!

୨୧ your freshly applied lipstick doesn’t last very long before he’s making a mess out of it with his own lips pressed against yours, most of it transfers onto his which makes you chuckle before grabbing a makeup wipe to help him clean it

“ get this shit off of me, please… love you ” ( he swears he hates your lipstick but whenever he’s making out with you in helvete and someone points out the residue on his lips, he smirks so big, wearing it almost like a mark of pride )

♡ painting your nails? he’s giving you his opinion on what colour to do them ( spoiler alert: it’s almost always black or crimson red )

୨୧ he just loves his girl so much :(

♡ some of his friends give him shit for being so smitten with you but he takes one look over at you and it’s like, why wouldn’t he be smitten with you?

୨୧ so he never lets those comments get to him, he knows you’re worth being smitten for

♡ he loves when you come to his band practices for emperor with him, almost always pulling you by the hands, making you sit on his lap and hold his can of coke whilst he plays the drums

୨୧ you become really close with ihsahn! the three of you going out to grab take out together after a concert, you wearing faust’s leather jacket, their corpse paint smudged beyond belief as you offer to fix it up for them whilst waiting on your food

♡ dare i say you and faust have even had a couple half drunk threesomes with ihsahn <3 he’s the only other person faust would trust to treat you right in bed

୨୧ but anyways… let’s move on from that…

♡ whenever you’re anywhere with faust, you’re almost always sitting on his lap, one of his hands drawing patterns on your back whilst the other rests on your thigh as he talks to his friends about upcoming concerts

୨୧ he’s not super into crazy pda but when in helvete, he’ll gladly make out with you! he’s a little more reserved when out and about on the streets of oslo but he’ll always have at least one hand somewhere on your body

♡ because he���s so much taller than you, you have to stand on your tippy toes to even be able kiss him properly

୨୧ which is why he prefers to make out with you in helvete because there, he can just pick you up and place you on the counter, making it less of a stretch for both you and him

♡ whenever euronymous sees this happening, he’s always pissed, feeling like he has to bat you both away with a broom because you’ll “ scare off his customers ”

୨୧ faust always just gives a small smirk in his direction before simply picking you up and moving you over to his little corner

♡ he’s VERY possessive of you! whenever you’re at a concert and he sees someone eyeing you a little too much for his liking, he’ll quickly make it known to them that you’re his

୨୧ usually he does this by getting very grabby with you or just tilting your face up to him by your chin and shoving his tongue into your mouth, sloppy open mouth making out right in their line of sight <3

♡ by the time you’re done and he looks up, he finds that the person is long gone, much to his pleasure!

୨୧ you guys have SO many pictures together taken in photo booths! they almost completely cover the fridge in your shared apartment

♡ most of them are sweet, sharing sloppy kisses and some of them are slightly risqué, him pulling your shirt up to flash your lacey bra to the camera just as it flashes with a smirk on his face whilst you giggle up a storm ( you briefly forget that they’re printed on the outside, where anyone walking by could see them )

୨୧ more often than not, you’re the one who paints his face for him!

♡ you’ll straddle his lap, forcing him to keep his hands on your hips because you don’t want to mess it up over him grabbing your ass…

୨୧ he’s always impressed by how much better it turns out when you do it and soon enough, ihsahn is asking you if you’d be able to do his before emperor concerts <3

♡ faust isn’t a super romantic person but for you, he really tries his best!

୨୧ he takes you on a date whenever he can afford it, usually just taking you shopping and then walking around a local cemetery before sitting on one of the benches as you smother him in kisses as a thank you

♡ he pretends to be irritated but anyone with eyes can see he’s loving it

“ okay… yes, i know, you’re welcome… your lipstick is all over my face, i know it… ” ( it is indeed all over his face )

୨୧ whenever you get really drunk at a party or concert, he’ll carry you home on his back whilst having to pause every now and again to let you off and hold your hair back as you vomit…

♡ you LOVE watching horror movies together! wether it’s cuddled up in his little corner in helvete or in bed at your shared apartment

୨୧ he’s really eerily quiet whilst watching them but his hand is usually playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers which usually lulls you to sleep

♡ i just know he’s so loud in bed, not at all afraid to make his pleasure known… when you two first got together, he was definitely more on the shy side about it but after a while, he realised you like when he moans so he doesn’t hold back anymore…

୨୧ your neighbours hate you two so much and have absolutely filed a noise complaint due to the near constant blaring black metal and moaning ringing out through their walls whenever you’re home

♡ faust claims they’re just jealous and hey, he’s probably right…

[chapel-of-rizztual]

*LEAPS INTO ASKBOX* okay, for a potential idea could we please have Cardinal Copia with feisty Dewdrop agere? Dew is feeling around 5-6 but very sleepy and bratty. He just needs someone who is patient and a tad bit stern :')

anon bc i'm shy about these things but obvious mutual emoji so you know who it is

-🧃

Send some agere/regressed ghoul requests

It had been a long day. Travelling all day to a new venue, then playing a show, then getting back on the bus to move on to the next venue had been exhausting. All the ghouls were tired. Copia could see the tiredness in their faces, hell, he could feel it in his own, the heaviness in his eyes. But one ghoul in particular he could see the exhaustion on more than the others.

He been watching Dew fight sleep for the last twenty minutes now. He watched as the little ghouls eyes would droop until they were almost closed before his head would jerk back and he’d wake up abruptly. As determined as Dew seemed to be to finish the film the ghouls had picked out to watch for the evening, there was only so many times Copia could watch him struggle like this.

He made his was over to him, kneeling in front of him and placing a gentle hand on his knees. Dew jumps and makes an annoyed squeak, glaring down at Copia.

“Wha’ was tha’ for?” He slurs, slow blinking at him.

“I think it’s time you went to bed, little one.” Copia whispers, trying not to disturb the other ghouls.

Dew pouts at him, frowning in a way Copia thinks might be him trying to intimidating but he looks more like an angry kitten. “M not little, I’m big.”

“Oh yes, of course. My bad.” Copia puts on a serious voice, trying his hardest not to giggle when Dew yawns. “But I still think it’s time for bed, even for big ghouls like you.”

Dew rubs his eye with his fist, yawning again. “But I’m watchin’.” He lazily points to the tv, yawning again. “The films.”

Copia can’t help but chuckle then, watching as Dew blinks hard trying to stay awake.

“Do you even know the plot of the film at this point.”

Dew frowns at him again and the image of an angry kitten pops into Copias head again. “Uh huh. S’ got people in it. And a dragon.” He blinks in confusion. “Or maybe it’s just a big lizard.”

Copia laughs as he stands, grimacing when his knees crack at the shift of weight.

“Definitely time for bed.” He hold a hand out expecting Dew to take it but he bats it away with a glare.

“Nooooo.” Dew pouts up at him. “Don’t wanna. Not even tired.”

A full belly laugh bubbles from Copia before he can even stop it. “I know that’s a lie, little one. I’ve watched you try not to fall asleep for the last twenty minutes now.”

Dew huffs and crosses his arms across his chest.

“No you haven’t.”

“Oh, but I have. I know you’ve been tired all day, so now it’s time to sleep.” Copia holds his hand out again for Dew to take.

Dew whines and pouts, shaking his head. Copia rolls his eyes at his typical fire chill stubbornness.

“I’ll give you two options. You can either take your own little butt off to bed.” Copia pauses, waiting for Dew to answer. He doesn’t. “Or, I’ll pick you up and carry you to bed.” Knowing how much Dew usually hates being carried, he expects the ghoul to jump straight up and rush always.

To his surprise however, Dew takes a second to think about it, biting his lip as he does. He eventually looks up at Copia with wide puppy eyes.

“Up.” He lifts his arms up, making grabby hand at him.

Copia feels his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Up? Are you sure?” He asks warily, not wanting to get ripped to shreds by ghoul claws.

Dew pouts at him, and nods. “Up!”

Copia doesn’t hesitate scooping the little ghoul up then, letting Dew wrap his legs around his waist and rest his head in his shoulder. He carries him off towards where the bunks are as Dew purrs into his neck.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” Dew whispers.

Copia hums, rubbing a hand down Dews back. “Of course, little one. Whatever you want.”

Dew perks up a little a that promise. “Will you rub my belly?”

Copia laughs, expecting a request like that from Dew. “Of course.” He presses a kiss to Dews temple. “Anything you want.”

Dew lets out a happy but very sleepy chirp into his neck. He’s fast asleep, snoring on Copias shoulder before they even make it to his bed.

[spaghettiddy]

For tonight and everything

♡ Eddie Munson x reader ♡

Summary: Eddie needs your help to wash his precious hair after a tumultuos night out.

C/W: fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie feels a little insecure and needs reassurance, alcohl, tipsiness, gn!reader.

A/N: I wasn’t expecting this to be sad but I did listen to I bet on losing dogs by Mitski on repeat writing it. Enjoy :)

Eddie hasn't drunk to the point of needing to be physically supported, but he does need supervision, so you follow him from a few steps behind as he shuffles down the suburban streets after leaving Steve's house. You watch with a tired smile as he makes grabby hands to a cat and proceeds to flip it off beacuse, understandably, it ran away from him.

Robin really shouldn't have tried to climb on top of that table while holding her beer. Clumsy as she is, she lost her balance when Blondie came on and spilled half of the can on Eddie. Who of course was an accomplice, cheering her on and offering his head as a support for Robin's climb.

Now half of his curls are smushed and dripping beer and at least two of the layers of his signature metal attire are damp and smell of booze.

As soon as the trailer door closes behind you Eddie goes for his bed, planning to fall asleep as soon as his head misses the pillow and hits anything soft. But you stop him before he can get to his room grabbing him by the shoulders and redirecting him to the bathroom.

"No no no. You have to at least wash your hair and get into something more comfortable and less wet before we get in bed," you explain, once again following him from behind with your hands still on his shoulders.

He groans reluctant and turns around. You can really see the tipsiness in his big eyes turning into tiredness.

"Ok. But you do it," he says weakly poking your chest with his index.

"What? Wash your hair?" His hair is a sacred thing. He has his routine and products and permission is needed to touch them so this is a surprise to you.

"Yeah. 'm too tired." He was already kicking off his shoes and taking off his shirt.

"Oh... okay. But it's going to be just shampoo and conditioner. You can do your usual stuff in the morning."

He kneels next to the green bathtub and adjust himself so that his his dark hair falls inside of it, it's so lo g the tips brush the bottom. He answers giving a thumbs up and waits for you to turn the water on.

You grab the shower head and adjust the water temperature then start washing Eddie's hair.

The curls get heavier like his eyelids and looser like his shoulders. Despite the uncomfortable position, thanks to your sweet touches sleepiness is really getting to him.

You can hear his little moans and grunts over the water, even a little "Yes, right there" as you massage the shampoo onto his scalp. White suds cover his head and the sweet smell of green apple fills the air of the small bathroom of the same color.

By the time your spreading the conditioner on his lengths you think he has fallen asleep if it wasn't for the warm hand rubbing up and down your leg.

Once you're done Eddie doesn't even open his eyes while you wrap a towel around his head, still lost in the blissful state he fell in with you taking care of him. Mutual touches and familiar scents grounding him at the end of an eventful night.

When he finally opens them he sees your tired expression and suddenly feels guilty. You're back and legs must be sore from bending over him and you can't hold back a yawn as you stand to tidy up.

Mixed feelings of adoration and guilt wash over him. He reaches for your leg and nudges you to move closer to him, still sat on the cold tiles. When you're close enough he rests his forehead on your thigh.

"That tired huh?" you ask. "Come on Eddie, get up. You're getting my pants wet"

"I'm sorry," he mutters in your leg.

"It's nothing just-'

When he finally looks up at you through his eyelashes his expression worries you.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for your pants and for tonight and everything -his tone gets louder and more frustrated - I'm sorry for alway stinking up the room and your clothes with my cigarettes, for the loud music, the stupid hobbies. Im sorry for people looking at you weird when we hold hands and I'm sorry you have to be here in this stupid bathroom with an idiot covered in beer and-and..."

"Oh no no Eddie, don't say that. Where is all this sadness coming from?" You're the one sounding distressed now.

He cranes his head up, just then realizing how tight he was olding onto you. An unconscious attempt to keeping you close or bracw himself during the unexpected ramble. He's already regretting what he said, already sorry again.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." You lower yourself to be next to him and take his face in your hands. He feels so solid under your touch: light skin, familiar little scars, the opposite of how he's feeling.

His eyes don't lose yours for a second from the moment they open, anxiously waiting as if you could have something horrible to tell him in response.

"Eddie," you begin in a soft voice, "you know you have nothing to be sorry for." You take a deep breath.

"It's nothing. My pants, the music, the smoke, the beer, nothing. And Eddie, those people looking. I don't care, I can't or I would do half the things I really want to do. I want to hold your hand. I want to wash your hair because you had a bit too much fun with our friends - a chuckle escapes you as you recall the image of everyone laughing and having a deserved night of fun and you can feel some of the tension leaving him, probably thinking of the same thing - and I want to be here."

"You do?"

"Yes. Here. In this stupid bathroom."

"But why?" He scoffs and you have to shake his sarcastic smile by holding his cheeks with more conviction.

"Because you're here Eddie"

He doesn't even really know what to say. He feels like even "I love you" is nothing compared to what you're trying to tell him. That you just want to be where he his, despite the smoke, the hobbies, despite the beer, stupid people. Despite everything, you want to be on the cold bathroom floor with his forehead pressed against yours and his hair dripping on you, with water this time.

So he doesn't say anything for once. He takes your hands in his and smiles, no sarcasm, no smugness.

Seeing him feeling better you kiss him on the cheek where your hand was and get up.

You reach your hands out to him to help him up and once he's up he pulls you in a tight hug and showers you in the warmest and softest kisses. Eddie’s best version of a “thank you”

[no-see-um-incorrect]

could you maybe write a mini fic about Charlie and Casper having a cuddly night in

(no problem boo I got you❤️)

I am buzzing with excitement over the fact that Charlie was just confirmed as a chronic a little spoon so I hope you enjoy 

It was a long day. A long day of short tips and short tempers. Charlie was used to dealing with rude ass customers and people who take basic human decency as a suggestion. But today it was just getting to him. and he needed something to help it. or more correctly someones.

“Casper I’m home!” he sets his backpack down, takes off his shoes and hangs up his puffer jacket and hears scampering and footsteps coming down the stairs followed by a familiar chattering noise. “hey there little buddy” the little masked ball of fluff snuggles his face against Charlie’s pant leg “I told you daddy was coming home” Casper walks up to Charlie and wraps their arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Charlie polled them closer into a tight hug.

“you good baby?”

“yeah…I just really missed you today” Casper gave him a kiss on the jaw and a good squeeze “well you’re home now. I already got your towel and PJs ready so all you need to do is get in the shower and I’ll order food. Sound good?” He nods and heads to the shower

After he’s done in the shower he gets changed into the baggy pajama pants, Casper had cleaned for him. Casper had washed his bedtime Sweet Pete’s shirt but Charlie’s brain wasn’t cooperating with the fact that he had fabric on his chest and arms so he went shirtless. He walked out of the master bath into the bedroom and sees Casper just getting done putting on their own jammies 

“ooOoOoO titties out? Hell yeah!” “yeah for some reason a shirt just didn’t feel right” Casper wraps their arms around Charlie’s waist and kisses his neck “there little busy tonight so the foods going to be at least a half hour-45 minutes. Hope that’s OK” “that’s fine Cas. I can wait….do you wanna go lay on the couch till they get here?” Casper nods and they make their way to the living room. Casper plopped down on the couch back first, and made grabby hands towards their standing boyfriend. Charlie rolls his eyes and crawls on top of Casper laying his head on their chest.

Casper starts running their fingers through Charlie’s hair. They wrapped their legs around him and kissed the top of his head. All is content.

That is until they hear a little chattering before Charlie feels a soft fluffy mass on the dip of his back.

“is that the little guy?” His speech muffled by Caspers chest. Casper let out a mischievous giggle, which is the only answer he needed. “want me to move him?” Charlie shook his head before nuzzling his face deeper into Caspers chest. “if he wants to cuddle he can cuddle. but I ain’t moving for shit” Casper kissed the top of his head and lightly traced their fingernails down his neck and shoulders up and down. Charlie tightened his arms around their torso. and although the feeling was muffled, they could feel him kissing their chest. 

“I love you Charlie” he lifts his head up and gives them a kiss “love you too Cas…I needed this Today” “well it’s here anytime you want it baby you just say the word” they give him a soft kiss on the forehead, and he lays his head back down on Caspers chest, this time snuggling into the crook of their neck 

The end

I could’ve made this with a lot more angst than there had to be. Hope you enjoy. 

[4hxnnx1]

I enjoy every single second with you

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

word count: idk

You both laying on bed in your shared apartment. Your head is resting on Hyunjins chest.

Hyunjin takes your chin in his hand, slowly pulling it up to him so he can kiss you.

„I love you.“ he kisses you again and again. The kisses going deeper and more passionate.

You whimper against his lips, trying to stop him.

He reaches for your t-shirt, slowly pulling it up.

“Babe, I-“ he kisses you again.

He moves to your bra.

You finally stop him. Softly pushing his chest away from you.

“Babe, I really want to but I’m on my period..” you say, getting red like a tomato.

“Oh. Uhm…” he pauses for a second.

“Yeah, okay. Wait a second my angel.”

He stands up from the bed and goes out of the room. After some minutes, he finally comes back.

You look up at him, to see that he has chocolate and some gummy bears in his hands.

“I don’t know what you wanted so I took both..” he blushes. Giving you the snacks.

“Oh wait! You want something salty?” He stops.

“Babe, its fine. I just wanna cuddle with you.” You make grabby hands at him.

“Oh. Yeah of course!” He crawls back on the bed.

He takes the blanket and put it over you both.

“Here my love.”

He takes your waist and softly pushes you more to him. He put one hand on your lower tummy, drawing circles on it. He kisses your forehead.

“I love you my princess.” He says.

You snuggle more onto him, feeling his tent.

“Baby..I hope you’re not mad at me because-“

He stops you by putting his hand over your mouth. Slowly pulling it away.

“My love. It’s fine. Don’t worry.” He pauses to give you a kiss on your nose.

“We can cuddle for the whole day. Even for the whole weekend if you want. I just wanna make sure that your feeling comfortable.” He smiles, kissing your lips this time.

“Just tell me if you need something. I’ll be right there. Anything for my little princess.” He kisses you again on your lips, deeper this time. Slowly pulling away.

“I love you Hyunjin. Thank you for not being mad at me..” you snuggle into his chest.

“How could I be mad at my little girl?” He pecks your head, stroking your hair.

“I love you more.” He continues.

He pushes you more into him. Resting his head on yours.

“Now let’s get some sleep my angel.” He reaches out for the lamp on the desk to make it out.

It’s dark. Normally you would’ve been scared but your laying in his arms and feel saver then ever.

Your slowly drifting away into sleepy land…

[play-rough]

I’ve got like,,, so much brain rot since the ADA era classification fic😭😭

All I can think of is Chuuya visiting the ADA during Dazai’s nap time (not that he knew that at the time) and as soon as Dazai hears Chuuya’s voice outside the break room he begins to stir. By the time Chuuya is beginning to leave Dazai’s fully awake and starts fussing for him.

Chuuya just hears babbling from the break room and instantly knows it’s him. Without thinking he starts walking towards the break room so he can check on his baby (which he hasn’t seen in so long).

Meanwhile Kunikida is panicking a bit because he has no idea about Chuuya’s previous status as his caregiver (not that he’d trust him immediately with this knowledge m given the amount of trauma indicators babyzai is giving). He’s immediately in Hide Dazai/Damage Control Mode. He doesn’t even know if the mafia knew he was a Little, but he’s still trying to keep Chuuya from seeing Dazai because it’s such a sensitive topic for him.

Kunikida tries to herd Chuuya away from the break room, and when that doesn’t work he gives up all pretenses and stands between the door to the break room and Chuuya.

But it’s too late

Chuuya catches a glimpse of Dazai through the cracked door despite Kunikida’s best efforts, and he sees Dazai pressed up against the edge of the playpen, arms up and begging to be let out. When Dazai catches sight of Chuuya his babbling increases tenfold and all that can be understood is drawn out “Chuuuu”‘s interspersed between excited gibberish.

And all Chuuya has to say is “Is that my baby?” in a soft tone he only uses when talking to babyzai, and suddenly Dazai’s babbling has turned into excited squeals. Chuuya pushes past Kunikida (who lets him because he’s now realized that the baby knows Chuuya and wants him) and stands there for a moment, wondering if he’d be going to far if he picked Dazai up out of the playpen and held him in front of his coworker. But the longer he stands there the more agitated Dazai becomes, his hands making more and more desperate grabby motions. He wants to be picked up, and Chuuya can’t stand to make him wait much longer.

He glances back at Kunikida, and when he doesn’t make any move to stop him he bends down and picks Dazai up.

The relief in Dazai’s body language is immediate. He relaxes against Chuuya, and he quickly begins to quiet down. But as his body slowly goes limp, he begins to make quiet, almost unnoticeable whining sounds and grips Chuuya’s clothes the best he can in his clumsy fists.

And Chuuya just slowly strokes Dazai’s back saying “I know, I missed you to.” Easily soothing Dazai as if itd just been a few days since he’s seen Dazai regressed, not a few years. When Dazai begins to calm down from the near crying fit, he ducks his head down, moving so that his mouth was just above Dazai’s ear as he whispers “I’m so glad you found people you trust so much. I’ve been scared that my baby was all alone again.”

And he just stands there, holding Dazai as the little and his former caregiver basked in each other’s presence. Eventually, Chuuya remembers Kunikida and all the other ADA members outside of the break room and begins to feel as though he’d overstayed his welcome, or crossed a boundary in some way by holding Dazai for so long. But as soon as he moves towards the playpen Dazai lets out a distressed wail and grips Chuuya as hard as his uncooperative hands will let him.

As Dazai refuses to let Chuuya go, he sits down in a chair in the break room. Kunikida stays, refusing to leave Dazai with a mafia member no matter how comfortable he seems. They mostly sit in silence, interrupted by the rare satisfied baby noise or an occasional question from Kunikida.

Chuuya refuses to tell Kunikida anything personal about Dazai, not that he pushes, but he does give Kunikida as many tips as possible for handling Dazai (both when he’s little and when he’s big). He tells him how he used to calm Dazai down when he had a fit, and how he prefers his milk sweetened with honey before a nap.

And the whole time, Dazai sits there oblivious as he waivers between the lands of the conscious and the unconscious. Eventually, when Dazai has fallen into a deep sleep, Chuuya is able to put Dazai back in his pen without resistance. As he ensures that Dazai is in a comfortable position, covered by his blanket and surrounded by toys he mentions that he needs to go back to his office soon.

He notices when Kunikida pauses right beside him (when did they get so close?) and waits as Kunikida searches for words.

“Are you sure you should leave right now? He may be upset when he wakes up and sees you’ve gone without saying goodbye.”

Chuuya busies himself, moving the toys closer to Dazai as he thinks of an answer. “Yes, I’m sure.” He takes a long look at Dazai, sleeping soundly in the pen as the two lean over him. He’s happy here. Surrounded by people who had easily embraced his insecurities and built him a place in his new life. He trusted them, and felt safe enough to regress around them regularly. A quiet yet overwhelming part of him tells himself that he isn’t needed anymore.

He moves to adjust Dazai’s blanket one more time, taking one last look at Dazai, chuckling as he sees Dazai’s soft smile in his sleep.

“Yeah, I think it’s best I leave now.”

And then he’s gone.

Ahhhh I’m so sorry if this is too long. I got carried away. I’ve literally been thinking about this since part 7 was posted😭. I’m sorry if I rambled too much,,, this little ask just about turned into a mini-fic

Do not apologize omg this is beautiful 🥺🩷 tbh it got me through a tough work day yesterday 😭🩷 thank you 🤧

[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter Eleven)

Edited-ish. ~2k words.

Warning: slightly smutty element

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“That’s mine!” Kiara shouts, trying to grab her fork back before John B can eat her marshmallow.

“Not anymore.” He grins proudly before popping it into his mouth.

Kiara pouts, snatching her now empty fork back. “That was the last one!”

“Kie,” you murmur, and she turns to look at you as you pull your own from the fire. “Here, you can have mine. I’ve had too many.”

“No,” she responds quickly with a shake of her head. “No, it is fine. John B is just a terrible friend.”

You mask your laugh before offering her your roasted marshmallow again. “Please. My stomach is about to burst.”

John B starts to nab it, but she shoves him out of the way, and you all laugh as she takes it. She rolls her eyes at him when he mocks her grabby motions.

You lean over and grab a beer before popping the tab on it and taking a sip. JJ grins at your scrunched up face.

“It’s warm.”

“Sorry, Princess,” JJ chuckles before taking it from you. “Pope forgot the ice.”

Pope shrugs, sticking his empty fork into the fire. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, it has been a long day,” you murmur before yawning and stretching your arms up over your head. You turn your sleepy gaze to JJ.

He smiles, before putting the beer down and standing. “Time to take the Princess back to her castle?”

Another yawn escapes as you give him a short nod in response before standing. Your hand slipping into his.

“Just stay here,” John B mutters, sticking his poker back into the fire. The small stack of leaves he had pushed down onto it sparked in the flames. “Stay with the peasants for a night.”

JJ and you laugh at his sarcasm before JJ leans over and shoves his shoulder nearly dumping him out of his chair. “Right. Because Ward is going to let that happen.”

You frown, turning to Kiara. “Do you need to be dropped off?”

“No,” she responds around the last bite of marshmallow. “I’m staying. John B is right, you should stay.”

You look at JJ warily. You wanted to stay, it would be nice to wake up around familiar faces and have a full day with your newfound friends. It is one of the first nights you have felt at ease in your new adventure for freedom. But you also know that Ward would be furious with you, and Rose would likely encourage him in being upset with you.

“Guys,” JJ sighs, his grip on your hand tightening. “She can’t.”

“Let me call Sarah,” you offer quickly. “I’ll see if she can cover.”

“Are you sure?” JJ leans in, his voice low.

You smile before pecking his cheeks. “I’ll be back in a minute. I have to pee anyways.”

He lets you go, retracting his touch before sitting back down in the lawn chair he had previously occupied as you reach into your back pocket for your phone before selecting Sarah.

“You okay?” She answers on the second ring.

“Fine,” you smile as you slip into the Chateau and make your way to the bathroom. You pause in the little hallway. “I have a crazy request.”

Sarah giggles. “You need me to cover?”

You roll your eyes, of course, she would see the reason for you calling right away.

“Yes, please.”

You hear shuffling and a door closing.

“Wait, are you home?”

“Yep,” she mutters, and you hear the sound of her window opening. “Top is out with Rafe.”

“I’m sorry,” you frown, letting your gaze drift into the room to the left of the bathroom. JJ’s ballcap is carelessly thrown on top of the bed along with a few pieces of his clothing strewn around the floor. You notice his wallet on the dresser, and an extra pair of shoes you had seen him wear in the past are by the closet.

“So, what do you think?” Sarah asks.

You snap out of your thoughts about JJ’s belongings and back to Sarah. “About?”

She groans, and you know she is likely pacing in front of her window. “That I come there. Wheezie will cover for us both. She owes you.”

Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you think about Kiara’s reaction to Sarah’s presence, but then you smile because it means John B and Sarah will be together at his house. Pope would distract Kie if JJ asked him.

“I think it’s a great idea. How soon can you be here?”

“Really?!” You do not miss the excitement in her voice. “Fifteen minutes. Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, see you soon!”

She hangs up, and you move into the bedroom. Your fingertips brush over JJ’s hat before you pick it up and turn to look at his wallet and cologne on the dresser top.

“What are you up to?”

A sharp gasp escapes you, and you spin to see JJ in the doorway, a grin on his face. But it fades as he takes you in.

“Do you…Jay?” You murmur, looking down at his ballcap in your hands. Concern floods you for your boyfriend and if he is without a proper place to call home. “D-do you live here… with John B?”

He crosses the room, his touch gentle as he removes his ball cap from your grasp and places it on his head. “I do, sometimes. I have been here for a while this time.”

You frown, looking around the room, and his hands touch your waist. “Why?”

The carefree pogue seems to vanish, and he shrugs his shoulders. “Long story.”

“Try me.”

“Are you sure, Princess?” He huffs before sitting on the edge of the bed. You move forward to slip between his knees. You slide his ballcap off and toss it onto the bed, wanting to see his face.

“Please. I don’t need the details if you are not ready. I’m just… worried.”

Your fingers comb through his messy blond locks, and he stares at you, a heartbreaking sadness filling those ocean blue eyes.

“You know those times that I’ve looked like I lost a fight with someone?”

You nod once. “Sometimes you did with Rafe, right?”

“Sometimes, but other times it was my dad.”

“JJ…” You whisper before tipping his chin up so you can meet his gaze after he looks away. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “It’s nothing new.”

“No,” you rush out, your index finger running over a faint scar just past his left eyebrow, likely from a sharp right jab. “It is not, JJ. You are his son. You deserve so much more.” You lean down, brushing your lips over the scar.

He smiles, trying to play it off. “Look at us, the pogue boy and the kook girl, both overshadowed by their fathers.”

You frown again before stepping away from him and moving to the dresser. You examine his cologne bottle before placing it back on the dresser. “Ward is hard on me, but he would never cause me physical harm JJ. There is a difference.”

“I know, Princess, I know.”

You turn back to him. “You have me in your corner JJ. I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiles before looking down at his boots. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

You grin at him, letting the harder moment pass before you glance out the window to the pogues. “Sarah is coming over, by the way.”

“Kie is going to love that,” he mutters, and you laugh before turning back to him.

“If I stay, will you and I sleep in here?”

He nods, and you clasp your hands together tightly. “Okay.” You start to move back to him. The urge to kiss him silly for being so open and honest with you about his struggles floods through you. It is a side of JJ you had never been able to see before.

“Careful,” he says, those blue eyes raking over you in the dimly moonlit room. It is like he can read you with his next words. “Take another step, and I can���t be held responsible for my actions.”

You bite your lip and take another step, drawing closer to him. Your cheeks heat when you reach him. His arms wind around your waist, and you touch his messy locks again before leaning down. Your lips press against his, and he groans, kissing you back. He lifts you and pulls you down to straddle his lap. One arm wrapping around your waist and his other hand fisting in your hair.

“Jay,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips ghost across your jaw and down your neck. You lean back, biting your lip as you reach down and tug your top off. It is soundless when it crumples on the bed behind him. JJ’s eyes darken at the sight of you on his lap in only your bra, and you cannot help yourself before you are kissing him again. His hands snake up to unclasp your bra before it joins your shirt on the bed.

You gasp, eyes closing as his mouth descends to your breasts. His hands are full as he touches you. His thumbs brushing over your pebbled nipples.

He peeks up at you through his lashes, and you blush hotly. He reaches behind himself and tugs his shirt up and off before tossing it to the floor. Your fingers dance across his chest and down to his abs. His skin is warm under your touch.

He shifts to place you under him on the bed before he climbs over you and kisses you with desperation. A sigh of content spills from your lips as his body nestles between your legs. Your thighs clench around his hips, and your hands touch his bare back.

“JJ,” you moan, tipping your head back as he layers open mouth kisses across your neck and collarbone. He nips and sucks at the bend in your neck. “The others…”

“Won’t come inside for a while.”

You bite your lip before guiding his lips back to yours. Heat blooming over your skin as he trails his hand down your side and over to the button on your shorts. He undoes them and pulls the zipper down. His tongue slips past your lips to truly taste you.

You shudder, pulling him closer. Every inch of your skin buzzes at the feel of him. You should stop this, rule number five should be unbreakable, but it feels too good to be touched again.

“I want you, Jay.”

“I want you too, Baby,” he pants, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “So much.”

As his lips descend to brush between your breasts before trailing farther down, your back arches, and your nails bite at his arms. The feeling of his lips brushing your scar has you starting to pull away, but he presses down on your hips, keeping you there. “Relax, Baby, trust me.”

You shiver, biting your lip to suppress any noise as he litters kisses across the marred skin before his head dips further.

A loud declaration of “Sarah is here!” pops your bubble, and you gasp, eyes widening and JJ stares at you. He groans, his head dropping to rest against your chest.

“JJ,” you whisper.

“I know,” he groans, his words muffled by your skin. “But… your topless and in my bed.”

You giggle, dragging your fingers over his back. “Maybe another time…”

He grumbles something intangible before pulling away. He averts his gaze, cursing quietly, as he searches for his shirt. You pull your bra on and clasp it back on properly before reaching for your shirt. He beats you to it and places it in your hands.

“I’m sorry, Jay…”

He cuts you off, his lips pressing to yours. “Don’t worry about it, Baby. We knew she was coming.”

You nod, still feeling terrible for encouraging the moment, as you tug your top back on and climb off his bed. JJ’s hand encloses yours as he leads the way back outside. Your heart is racing, and a flushed look on your face as you greet your sister, who has a knowing smile.

She hugs you, squeezing your body against her. “You have a hickey, Little Sister.”

You gasp and jerk away, your hand moving up to your neck, and everyone laughs, including JJ, who you smack on the chest immediately after. He winces, but winks at you, offering that trademark dimpled smile.

(Chapter Twelve)

[foxilayde]

22. “Look how good you take it.”

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

73. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

with sub cecil i beg of you🧎🏼

Well since you begged 😈

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

[Cecil Dennis x Fem Reader]

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ only smut. Sub Cecil.

“Baby. Oh fuck. You’re so hot right now.” Cecil bites his bottom lip and gulps heartily, adjusting himself as best he can against the restraints that you’ve locked his wrists into on the headboard.

You’re not sure if he’s referring to the feather in your hand that you’re using to tickle him hard or if he’s remarking on how hot your black vinyl outfit looks on you, pushing up your cleavage in the intimidating corset, complete with black fishnets and thigh high patent leather boots, or if its a combination of the two sights.

You’ve never put him in this position before, tied up, buck naked, laying flat on the bed, splayed in such a vulnerable fashion. It’s not like he needs the handcuffs, he’s perfectly happy to follow any order you give him on any given day, but there’s something about the way he jolts and jostles against the handcuffs, the metal clinking against wood, that gives you a self-assured satisfaction at having this pretty boy at your command.

His cock is stiff as can be, undervein pronounced and protruding, he twitches and leaks when you delicately trace the feather up and down his chest, teasing his peaked nipples and fluttering the feather town to tickle his balls.

“Uuuughhh” Cecil cries, bucking his hips into the fluffy tickler, trying with all his might to eek out any kind of friction.

You slap his cheek gently with the feather.

“You want more, desperate boy? Is my feather not enough for you?”

“More. Yeah. Please, more.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Cecil?”

Cecil whines out of his nose, his only response is to hump the air again and clang his restraints. You tut your tongue.

“Suit yourself.” You say to him sweetly, placing the handle of the tickler in his mouth like a horse’s bit. His teeth bite around it, eyes going wide and round, watching you intently as you climb onto the bed, running a vinyl gloved finger from his sweaty forehead down to his nose. You pat his cheek. “I’m keeping that in there so you don’t talk back to me, baby.”

You snuggle up to his side, thigh hitching up and over his leg, Cecil hisses and drools against the handle, eyes rolling back into his head when you slide your your stiletto boot clad leg up his thigh and over his groin, pressing your heel lightly into the base of his cock. His whole body shakes and breaks out in goosebumps.

“You like that, don’t you, pretty?”

He’s harder than ever before, you can practically see the pulse of his heartbeat pounding through his cock when you dig your heel in deeper.

“Answer me Cecil.” You pinch and pull one of his nipples in between your gloved fingers.

“Eehhhhpphfff” his reply is wet and nearly unintelligible behind the object between his teeth.

“Good boy.” You run your hand lovingly up and down his chest, making him buck into the heel of your boot.

“More?”

Cecil doesn’t wait for you to force an answer out of him, his neck strains with emphatic nodding and you take great pleasure in getting up and standing on the mattress between his legs. With utmost care you brace your hand against the ceiling for balance and toe the tip of his cock with your the bottom of your boot, letting Cecil lift his hips up into the sole of it, grinding himself pathetically between his lower abdomen and the black sole. You twist your foot down, causing his hips to drop to the bed and a breathy whine to hiss between his teeth.

“Hold still.” You command. Cecil is a good boy, for now, and doesn’t move his hips, but he does flex his fingers in a subconscious grabby motion. His cheeks are so pink now and you just want to bend down and kiss him on the red patchy flush spreading over his chest and face. He doesn’t buck up any more, you press your foot down firmly, and hold still for a moment before slowly dragging the sole up and down the length of him, occasionally pressing the point of the stiletto to the base of his shaft when the angle is right.

It’s precarious fucking work; balancing on one stiletto booted leg and jerking off your lover with the other, standing on a mattress. Thank god you have a steadying grip on the ceiling.

Cecil moans something indecipherable behind the bit of the handle.

“What’s that, pretty baby, what do you want?”

The phrase is garbled nothingness with his mouth restrained the way it is, and after a few pathetic attempts of his, you decide to practice benevolence and tell him to, “spit it out!”

He spits out the handle and gasps gratefully before whining, “Faster! Please let me come!”

There are fucking tears welling up in Cecil’s eyes and you decide to take pity on your pretty boy, he’s suffered quite enough with your teasing.

You lift your pointed patent black boot off of Cecil’s cock and fold down to your knees between his legs. You extend a shiny gloved hand to Cecil’s mouth. “Spit.” You command.

He breathes brokenly for a few beats, Adam’s apple bobbing— exhausted, before lifting his head and spiting into your palm pitifully.

“Good boy” you smile, he hums at that, letting his head fall back, and when you wrap your hand around his cock, using his own spit to stroke him firmly with the slippery glove, twisting your wrist up and down, Cecil shivers in appreciation.

He’s unrestricted from his vocalizations now, bucking his hips into your grip, profuse adoration spilling out of his lips, “thank you thank you thankyou ohh fuck ahhh ahhhhh!” When Cecil cums, you point his tip towards his chest, creamy white ropes spurt onto his abdomen. You squeeze him from base to tip in your slick gloved fingers, forcing every last drop out of his weeping head.

He shivers in relief, panting out of his pretty lips, eyes going dumb and blinking heavily at you, watching with dumb sated curiosity as you spread his slick semen all over his belly with your gloved hand. He knows what’s coming when you bring your fingers to his mouth, his chin already tipped open in anticipation. He sucks and licks your glove clean, clanking against his restraints once more when he attempts to follow your hand with and eyes-closed sucking motion like a baby searching for a nipple.

“You’re such a good boy, Cecil.”

He grins almost drunkenly, going slack against the restraints, a little streak of his own cum on his chin, “I’m your good boy.”

[ladylooch]

Omgg bless your heart. Okok I literally don’t know if I want something where Woody has to physically defend his girlfriend orrr if we do something like a slow/lazy rainy Sunday where the reader and woody are at home watching movies together or the reader is reading a book and it’s just full of fluff or they could be cooking like pasta and have some slow jazz music playing in the background, the vibe could still be the slow rainy Sunday. Idk I’ll let you decide, my heart is so broken I can’t think straight 😭

Days Like This with Miles Wood

A/N: Here @ Lady Looch, I like to provide, so I’m gonna do both for ya 😘 Especially in these dire times where our Miles is now on the Avs. How will we live without him?!

Also, I want Miles Wood to punch someone in the face for me. 

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: smutty themes but not actual smut, fighting, swearing, drinking, most of this is so fluffy you might get butterflies in your stomach. 

It’s a wild Saturday out in Hoboken. You and your boyfriend, Miles, are out at a bumping bar in the early morning hours. You have no idea how you’re still awake considering you worked long, overtime hours this week. You wanted to go home after the Devils win, but literally every single player and their S.O. was heading to the bar. You didn’t feel like you could bail.

You’re glad you came out though. The scene is fun and light. The boys are letting loose and Miles can barely keep his hands off you long enough to take a pull from his beer. His hands stroke the skin under the hem of your shirt, above the waistband of your jeans. 

“I’m going to get a drink.” You say close to his ear. Your lips brush against his lobe teasingly. He turns his face to press your mouths together. A coy smile pushes your lips up, making it hard to stay connected. His hand drifts lower and lower, giving your butt a discreet squeeze that makes you hot. “Are you good?”

“I’m incredible in bed. Thanks for asking. ” He retorts.

“Well, that I know. I meant your beer.”

“Nah, I’m good. Bratter just got me one.”

“Okay.” You press a final, quick peck to his cheek, 

As you walk, you can feel your body buzzing from both the alcohol and Miles. You can barely wait to get him home with how grabby he is tonight. You maneuver your way around a large group of guys who are so loud it makes your eye twitch. 

All of a sudden, one of them grabs you. He forces your momentum back like he is going to dip kiss you. His hand grips your wrist as he forces your momentum back towards the floor. You can feel your skin throbbing under his grasp.

“Dude what the fuck!” You shout, shoving at his face until he brings you back up. He releases you, laughing with the rest of his buddies like it’s such a funny joke.

“I need a smooch to complete my initiation bingo card! Please! You’re so hot!” 

“No.” You scowl at him.

“Damn, I’ve always wanted to fuck a WAG tho.” The way he looks at you sends a chill down your spine.

“You picked the wrong WAG to fuck with, bud.” Miles fist comes out of nowhere, straight into the guys face. His nose cracks open from the solid punch. Miles immediately reaches down for the guy's polo shirt, bringing him up to his face by his collar. “I should fucking kill you for touching her.”

“Babe.” Your voice is small, but Miles lets him go when he hears it.

“Your brothers here should teach you how to be a real man.”

Miles turns to you, cupping your cheeks, “are you okay?” You nod, gripping his wrists tightly for reassurance of his presence.

“I’m pressing charges.” The guy wails when he gets to his feet. “You’re going to hear from my dad’s lawyer.” Miles lets you go to turn back to the punk. 

“Go ahead you fucking prick. You assaulted my girlfriend first. I’ve got 50 witnesses here who will back me up.” The bar cheers loudly in solidarity with Miles. He stays standing between you and the group until he is sure they have all left the bar, escorted by security. Miles’ arms are around your body, enveloping you in his warmth. You feel relief course through your veins at his touch. Everything is okay now. Miles will keep you safe.

“Are you okay?” He asks again, chest heaving with adrenaline.

“Yeah.” Your voice is shaky as you tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“We should go home.” 

“No, I’m not going to let that guy ruin our night.”

“Stay close. Don’t go anywhere without me.” You nod that you won’t. “Do you still want a drink?”

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, let’s grab one.” Miles motions to the bartender who whips up another one that’s on the house.

You’re shaken up the rest of the night, which ends about 30 minutes later as the team begins to disperse. You and Miles take a cab back to your apartment. You get into the shower to scrub your make up off and the feeling of that guy’s hands on you.

Then you join Miles in bed where he wraps you in his arms, soothing away the ick on your skin the scalding water couldn’t.

- - -

The heat of Miles radiates up your back the next morning. He has you spooned so deep into his big body that you are crunched into the mattress, barely able to breathe. You wheeze in a breath, wiggling until his grip on you loosens a smidge.

Rain patters against the window. Your bedroom is dark with the gloomy clouds hanging over the city while your body aches from last night. A headache is pulsing along your temples and your feet hurt from standing in boots for so long yesterday.

Miles’ hand on your hip begins to move, tracing quick, light circles along your bone. You reach for his forearm, trailing your nails along his exposed skin. His nose comes along the back of your neck before his lips plump in a good morning kiss against your skin.

“Wanna stay here all day with you.” He murmurs. 

“Me too.” You wind your hand back to grip his curls in your hand. He moves from the back of your neck to the side, sucking your skin into his mouth. He doesn’t stop until he marks you just beneath the collar of your t-shirt.

“How are you?” You know he’s checking in again about last night.”

“I’m good. I know I’m always safe with you.”

“It took me a second too long to get to you.” His voice is harsh at himself.

“Your timing was perfect, Miles. Any second earlier and you would have taken me down with him.” 

“Cannot believe he touched you. Gonna have to tattoo my hands on you or something.” 

“That might be too far.”

“No.” He mumbles, squeezing you deeper into him again.

You both lay in bed for another few hours. You share kisses, dozing in and out of sleep wrapped up in each other. Miles’ hands explore your body, working you into a needy state so he can take you slow and sensually.

“I want coffee.” You mumble against his lips when you are both happy and naked. 

“I can go get some. I think we are out.”

“Yes, please.” 

His naked butt is in its fully beautiful glory as he struts to the closet. He pulls on fresh clothes and a hat, then comes back to you in bed, dropping a lingering kiss. 

“Mmm. Today is gonna be a good day. Just me and you at home.” His nose nuzzles yours before he begrudgingly leaves for the store. 

When he returns, he has much more than coffee. 

“So many goodies.” You murmur as you come into the kitchen in his t-shirt and a pair of leggings. Miles looks at you like you’re walking a red carpet. 

“Baby, how are you so beautiful?” He whines, tucking you into his side. 

“Oh my god, stop.” 

“No I’m serious. How are you real? How do I get to keep you?”

“Because you buy me things… and punch little shits in the face for me.” Miles’ explosive laugh fills the kitchen.

“Can’t wait to hear from his daddy’s lawyer.” 

“Show me what you got.” You say changing the subject back to lighter topics.

“Okay. So much. I got the tea you like.” He shakes the box at you. “I got orange juice and sparkling wine for mimosas. We have a box of cake mix and frosting. Honestly, I really just want to lick frosting off your body though, so we don’t even have to make the cake.” You snort, laughing into his side. “And I got all the ingredients to make you a special dinner we used to have growing up.” You take in the remaining ingredients.

“Chicken soup?”

“Close. Chicken Pot Pie.”

“Wow!” You give him a squeeze. “You’re going all Chef Woody for me today.”

“Mhm, my baby deserves all the comforts today. Lazy Sunday commence!” He yells as he pops the cork off the sparkling wine bottle.

“Wait, babe, where is the coffee?”

“Son of a bitch.” 

- - - 

The steaming pile of food on your fork is deceivingly bland looking. You hold it up to your lips, blowing it as Miles waits impatiently. He is a great cook, but it’s hard for him to have enough time to make dishes he wants to during the season. Quick, 30 minute meals are too simple and boring for his skillset.

You bring the bite between your lips, then chew slowly. Your eyes close and Miles starts chuckling. 

“I love when I can get your eyes to close. Is it good?” He leans forward, surprising you with his lips on yours. 

“It’s amazing, baby. Thank you so much.” You kiss him again. “Wow. He’s hot.. he plays hockey.. he can cook. Where are your flaws?”

“I’m hiding them from you.”

“In the closet? Is it like all your nail clippings?” You shudder.

“Ah, I was thinking more like I don’t actually know how to clean a bathroom…” 

“I already knew that.” You chuckle, taking another bite of your dinner. It’s somehow better than the first. “And as long as you keep cooking like this, I’m fine with that.”

After dinner, you both work together in the kitchen, listening to music and cleaning up. You tried to clean up yourself because he spent so much time shopping, preparing and cooking, but he wouldn’t let you do it alone. 

“Come here.” He murmurs suddenly as Love You Anyway by Luke Combs comes through your bluetooth speaker. “Wanna dance with you.” 

You step into his embrace, curling your head to rest against this jaw. One hand grips his and the other spread across his wide shoulders. He’s so muscular this year and you have to spread your fingers wide to touch as much of him as possible.

“I love you.” He whispers. “I’m so happy. Today has been so good.” 

You nod in agreement. It’s one of those days you’ll look back on after a rough day and it will bring you home to each other. 

The song ends, but you and Miles keep dancing in the kitchen for another few minutes, not wanting to let the other go. 

“I’ve got the rest of this.” He finally says against your lips. “Go get a bath ready for us.”

You oblige. You work meticulously to get the bath to the right temperature with the perfect amount of bubbles. You turn the towel warmer on, gather all the candles you can into the room and strategically place them for a romanic glow. The speaker plays soft, country love songs. 

“Hey, wanna do a face mask?” He asks when he comes in, pulling his shirt off his body. You pause him there, leaning forward to take a nibble on his pec. 

“Yes.” You finally answer, rummaging through the different options you have. You’re giddy because he never lets you do this to him even when you beg. For him to offer is so exciting! It’s been a dry winter, so you grab a hydrating one for you both. Miles makes funny faces at you as you brush it on him while sitting on his lap over the closed toilet. He’s too tall to not be sitting during this application. His fingers tease along your calves making it hard to focus.

“Gonna poke you in the eye if you go any higher.” You murmur when his hands get to your mid thigh.

“Worth it.” He grins, eyes closed as you apply the mask to his nose.

You both get into the bath, Miles holds you close against his body, stroking at your hips under the water. His eyes are closed as he hums along to Thank God by Kane and Katelyn Brown. You bring your hands to his, lacing your fingers together and sighing contently. 

“I needed this.” Miles murmurs. “I’ve been missing you so much on the road.”

“Me too, babe. This year feels like you’re always gone.”

“I know. I hate it.” He sighs, bringing your interlaced hands to your breasts. He grips them tight making you wiggle against him. His thumbs brush across the stiff beaks of your nipples and you moan. “Miss your pretty noises.”

The timer for the face masks goes off, halting anything further. You grab the washcloth on the side of the tub, taking your mask off, then helping Miles with his.

“Perfect.” You murmur to him, kissing his full lips so he can open his eyes.

“It’s tingly.” He says against your mouth. 

“Yeah, it’s meant to be.” 

“Like us.” He nips at your bottom lip. You know what he wants next. 

“You gonna keep playing with your dessert or you going to fuck me in our bed?” You ask against his mouth.

Miles smiles.

He doesn’t waste any time lifting your dripping body out of the bath tub, ready to cap off your great day with you sighing his name.

[togrowoldinv]

Promise of Love

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

You watch as Florence gets ready for an award show and you just can’t keep your hands to yourself

Warnings: Smut! 18+! Oral (r and flo), fingering (flo receiving) kissing, cursing

Note: I was thinking about her and this happened. Enjoy!

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

“Can you give me a hand, darling?” Florence asks you. She was in the hotel bathroom changing, and you look up to see her holding a bracelet over her wrist.

“Wow- I’ll give you two hands, baby,” you say as you take in her outfit. It hugs her in all the right places.

You cross the room and take her bracelet in each hand, latching it over her wrist. And then you lift her hand to your lips and kiss it. The action makes Florence blush, so you do the same with her other hand.

“I wish you were going with me tonight,” Florence says. Her signature pout is on her face.

“I know, my love. We’ll make it public soon. I won’t take away from your big night.”

She tries her best to smile at you. You pull her in for a long hug. Your hands roam over her back and she shivers at the feeling of your hands on her skin.

“Darling, we can’t,” she breathes out, her tone not matching her statement.

“We can’t what?” You tease her, kissing her neck as you continue moving your hands down her back. Soon you’ll reach the point of no return.

“Mmm, no baby. I have to go,” she steps away from your grasp. You frown at the loss of contact. She smiles at you slyly. “But if you’re good for me when I get back then I’m sure we can have a fun night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. For now, I have to go,” Florence says. She moves closer to you again, but stops inches from your lips. “I’ll see you tonight, baby,” she whispers. It’s a teasingly soft kiss when she presses her lips against yours.

With that, she leaves the room and you stand there in awe of her. You find the live stream of the event on your phone and watch as she shines on the carpet and during the ceremony.

You take a shower and put nothing on but the hotel robe as you wait for Florence to come back.

When she texts you that she’s heading back to the hotel, you send her a heart.

“Hey darling! I’m back,” Florence says as she comes into the hotel room. You smile at her and her eyes light up at your choice of wardrobe.

“I missed you,” you say, making grabby hands towards your girlfriend. She slips out of her shoes and walks towards you. You open the robe just enough for Florence to see that you’re naked underneath.

“Are you sure you’ve been a good girl while I’ve been gone?” She asks you, her voice deep and heavily accented.

“I have,” you reply.

“Really? Because I want to treat you if you have, baby,” Florence flirts. She’s starting to slip out of her clothes. The only thing she leaves on is her lacy panties. You practically drool at the sight of her.

“I’ve been so good, Flo.”

Florence smiles as she climbs onto the bed. Her hands move through the opening in the robe and come to rest on your hips. Florence straddles your lap. She moves her hands from there up to your shoulders, never once taking them off your body.

“Let’s get you out of this,” Florence says as she moves the soft robe off of your shoulders and out from under you.

“Please,” you moan as Florence starts to kiss your neck.

Her lips move expertly down onto your chest. She licks around your nipple before taking it into her mouth and gently sucking. Your head leans back in pleasure as she continues to lick and suck your breasts.

“Florence, please,” you beg her once again to relieve the ache between your legs.

“What do you want me to do to you, babe?”

“Fuck me, please.”

Flo chuckles as she moves down the bed and buries her face in your pussy. She licks over your clit and you already feel your legs shaking.

“Oh, you’re already so wet for me,” Florence practically groans out the words. She loves the way you taste when you’re already wet for her.

It takes her no time at all to get you right where she wants you.

“Fuck, Florence I’m going to cum.”

“Do it, darling. Cum for me,” Florence says, her voice muffled by the way you’re squeezing your thighs around her head. You cum and Florence continues to lick your pussy until you release her from the grasp of your thighs.

She moves from between your legs and comes up to kiss you. You moan at the taste of yourself on her tongue. She then rests against your chest and you hold her against you tightly. You play with her hair and she closes her eyes.

“I really missed you tonight,” Flo says softly.

“I missed you too.”

“How much?” She asks cutely. Shifting to lean up on her elbow next to you so she can look into your eyes.

“How about I show you?”

Florence crashes her lips into yours in response. You cradle her face in your hands and turn over so that you’re on top of her.

Similar to how she did for you earlier, you kiss down her chest and pay special attention to each one of her breasts. You know she loves it by the sound of her moans filling the room.

You move your hand down her stomach and slip your fingers under the waistband of her panties. Your hand brushes over her clit and she squirms.

“Y/n!” She shouts as you move your fingers over her pussy lips that are dripping for you. You slide off her panties.

“I’ll take care you, Florence,” you remind her. She pulls your head up to kiss you searingly before pushing your head down towards where your fingers are working to bring her pleasure.

You oblige to her silent plea and take her clit in your mouth as your fingers move in and out of her just right. She clenches her thighs and grips the bedsheets as she cums.

“So good, Florence,” you praise her as you lick her clean. You sit back up and lay next to her. Both of you catch your breath.

Florence leads you to the shower and then the two of you get snuggled back in bed to rest for the night.

“You missed me a lot, huh?” She teases you, reaching for your hand. She kisses the back of it. Her eyes shine bright as she looks into yours.

“So so much. Hey Florence?” You make sure you have her attention even though you know she always focuses on you.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m in love with you,” you admit. Your heart beats fast in your chest. You’ve known for awhile now but never said it to her.

Florence places a soft hand on your cheek and says, “I’m in love with you too. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, Florence.”

You both smile at each other widely before she leans in and kisses you once again. This kiss feels different. It feels like a sweet promise of love.

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