#sometimes you just gotta be gentle with yourself and be like yeah it's okay you don't have to finish everything tODAY

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i think i’m entering the ‘red zone’ but also a reminder to be gentle with yourself if you’re just having a Day TM but also like — a reminder to really think about how much you accomplished today

bc like, i finished a drawing for a bang i’m doing, i sketched and finished a rough draft of a commission, i sketched out a couple of christmas redbubble destiel ideas, etc. 

and yet i’m sitting here super tired, trying to get through my work day, i had 2 cups of caffiene and i’m just tireeed and rather lethargic and im like oh, is it the red zone? the red zone is the week leading up to my period where i can either be really panicked, really apathetic, and no matter what, creatively restless

but also i did accomplish a lot this morning before work and during my break so it’s like — it’s okay if you’re not going to draw all day, jennifer. 

go knit a sweater or something damn. 

[coryosbaby]

—1-800-ʙᴀɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ !

(Dark! Dbf! Anakin Skywalker x fem! Reader)

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: your parents leave you home alone to tend to the christian faith. It’s a good thing that your daddy’s friend is there to help you atone !

୨୧ Content warning . Dubious consent (reader is naive, but consents), blasphemy & strong religious themes, manipulation, baby trapping? age gap (reader is of in her 20s), weird incest names but they aren’t actually related // innocence kink, god complex, loss of virginity, size kink, oral, pnv, missionary + full nelson position

Disclaimer: I am not religious, though I do know there are people that are. pls block if it bothers you! This is solely fiction and not meant to offend anyone, and I don’t condone using religion as a way to manipulate or hurt others. Thanks! ⋆｡˚ ⋆

Your parents leaving you alone is honestly a scary experience.

Although it’s fun (having the house to yourself means having the large flat screen tv in the living room), you’ve come to find that at night you’re quite afraid of the dark. And of course, your family has left on an adult-only Christian retreat and has left you home alone.

Sure, you’re more than old enough. But you haven’t been exactly… exposed to the world around you. So the idea of monsters and demons filling the dark corners of your home, it becomes even more prominent.

You try to concentrate on your bible, try to read through the verses where God tells you to fear no evil, but the paranoia is creeping in on your cold spine like a winter’s chill. You try to listen to music, too, to drown out the whispers you hear in the night.

But to no avail.

You decide that you have no choice but to call the only contact that’s available to you.

Anakin is your godfather, in the sense that he’s your father’s best friend. He’s always been around, and he’s always helped you with your studies. Anakin— uncle Ani, as you sometimes call him, lives less than a few blocks away. He always tells you that if you need him, he’ll be there. So it wouldn’t hurt to ring him up, right?

Pressing the dial on your phone, you type in his number with ease. Biting your thumb nail you wait for him to answer. He picks up on the third ring.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You smile at his voice, the one that always gives you that tingly feeling in your stomach. You suspect that it’s because he’s your favorite person.

“Everything’s fine, Ani. Are you at work?”

“It’s a Saturday, isn’t it?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Then I’m off work, sweetheart,” he replies softly, and then you get that tingly feeling again. “Why did you decide to call?”

It’s not in the sense that he’s annoyed— he’s genuinely curious. You nervously rock back and forth on the balls of your feet.

“Well—“ you start, embarrassed. “Mom and dad are out, ‘n— it’s dark.”

“Dark?”

“It’s—“ you can feel tears beginning to form in your eyes as the wind creaks outside. “I don’t like it, Ani. I don’t wanna be alone in here... Please come.”

Anakin’s cock presses against his zipper at the sound of your whiny, desperate voice. He palms his bulge through his slacks.

“Yeah, baby. ‘Course I’ll come,” he pauses. “Just gotta do something first, okay? Then I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

You sniffle, the tears beginning to fall now.

“Okay. ‘M sorry.”

“For what? Don’t apologize to me sweetheart. Just wait there.”

—

A good forty minutes later Anakin is there, and when you open the door for him you latch onto him like a leech— your hands wrap around his waist, your bury your face into his fit chest, and you whimper against him as he coos gentle reassurances to you.

“It’s okay, baby. Uncle Ani’s here.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

He brings you over to the couch, sitting you on the cushion beside him as he looks down at your pink bible. He notes that you use the wooden cross necklace he had bought you for your nineteenth birthday as a bookmark.

“Been readin’?” He notes, looking down at the opened pages. You’ve been highlighting some verses, and next to this book there’s another: Christianity for Girls.

“Mhm.”

Anakin picks it up with idle hands. He flips to the first chapter.

“C’mere. Want me to read to you?”

“Yes, sir.” You reply, and with a gentle flick to your hair you begin to climb into his lap. It’s not uncommon for you to do this— he’s so comfy and warm. Even though sometimes the things in his pocket tend to poke against your bottom, you don’t mind. It’s worth it if Ani has his big arms wrapped around you.

He grunts as you settle down on him— his cock twitches as he feels your panties hit his lap. Your skirt is covered just enough to not expose you, but it still rides up as you sit down. His hand grips your thigh, and with the other he settles the book in his palm.

“Chapter 1,” he clears his throat. “Rules.”

Well, okay. If you say so.

“Girls should always follow their faith in God.”

Fair enough.

You nod along, as he reads the next.

“Girls should go to church every Sunday.” He smirks, turning to you. “Do you go to church every Sunday?”

“Of course! I love church.”

Anakin chuckles, flipping to the next page and adjusting himself from underneath you.

“Rule number three,” he says. His voice hesitates as he reads the next line, then he awkwardly clears his throat. “No premarital sex.”

Your brows furrow, bottom lip pulling between your teeth. “What’s that?”

He sucks in a breath, his cock beginning to become hard for a second time today.

“Sex? It’s—“

“No, no,” you giggle, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. “I meant— I know what sex is, Ani. Sort of. But.. what is premarital sex?”

“It’s sex before marriage. Doing it with someone you aren’t going to devote yourself to.”

“Oh.” You twiddle your fingers, eyes averting down to look at the ink splattered pages. “But— if you do it with someone you’re going to devote yourself to, without being married anyway, isn’t that still non premarital? I mean, in a way, you are married…sort of.”

Anakin shrugs, resting his head on your shoulder. You try to ignore how the closeness of his breath makes you tingle.

“Dunno, honey. I guess so. Never thought of it that way.”

You nod, wiggling around on his lap to get more comfortable. Anakin’s fingers grab your hips with a firm hand.

“Have you ever done it?” You ask. “Premarital sex, I mean.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. Something in him is breaking apart, all these years of pent up sexual frustration for you beginning to come to a head as his resolve crumbles.

“Yes. Many times,” he coincides. “With a lot of people I didn’t care about. I shouldn’t of done that. It’s bad.”

Your face fills to the brim with heat, as the tension in the room grows incredibly thick. Your eyes widen when you feel him hump against your clothed cunt.

“What about you, baby?” He whispers against the shell of your ear. “Have you done it?”

You stutter, hesitating, and that’s when Anakin gets his answer.

“Right. ‘Course you haven’t,” and then, quietly, as if to himself, “Too precious for those little boys…”

You let out a small sound in the back of your throat, that tingly feeling growing evermore prominent. You don’t know why you’re feeling this way. Maybe it’s the heat in the room, maybe it’s your claustrophobia.

Or maybe, you think, it’s the devil.

White hot heat coils in your private parts, and you try to get off of Anakin to get rid of feeling. He tsks, grabbing your hips and shoving you back into his lap. You whine, hands gripping is in an attempt to get away.

“Ani.. c’mon—“

“Do you touch yourself?” He asks darkly. You let out a little gasp. “Do you touch your princess parts, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, almost too quickly, and can’t help but press your thighs together. Anakin is having none of it.

“Liar,” he hisses. “You have. Don’t lie to me, little girl. I know when you’re lying to me.”

“I’m sorry!” You whimper against his harsh grip. “I-I stopped! I did, I really did, and I’ve been meaning to repent and atone for my sins but I haven’t yet…please, uncle Ani.”

Tears of shame begin to fall from your eyes, wet and salty. You let out a little cry. Anakin softens a bit, his grip on you loosening. He wraps his arms around your tummy and quietly shushes you.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, angel, I know you didn’t mean to,” he coos, as your hands move around to rest in the locks of his hair. “Sensitive baby. I know it’s hard not to touch yourself down there. ‘S okay.”

“Promise?” You sniffle, turning your head to look into his eyes. He smiles.

“I promise.”

Your eyes innocently move down to his lips, that feeling growing inside even more.

“Ani..” you whisper. “It’s.. I want to.. to touch myself again. I don’t know how to control it…”

He strokes your hair out of your face with his fingers, cooing again.

“It’s okay,” and then, after a moment, with his cock pressed flush against your cunt, “I can help. Do you want me to?”

“But.. isn’t that premarital sex?”

He presses a kiss against your earlobe.

“You love me, don’t you? And I know I love you. So isn’t that marital sex?”

Your brain has turned into a puddle. Softly, you whisper out, “yes.”

He smiles against your skin, his hands sliding up past the expanse of your thighs.

“There’s something they don’t tell you about sex,” he murmurs. “When you let the man you love inside you, it’s a way to celebrate god. You become one with god.” He quirks a brow, watching you listen closely to him. “And you atone. Don’t you want to atone, baby?”

Your doe eyes look up at him, and you nod. He grins, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. His thumb pulls the flesh of your bottom lip down and he watches it bounce back against your teeth.

“Why don’t you give me a kiss? Hm, pretty?”

And just like that, he’s got you. Your lips, ever so softly, come up to peck his. He smiles.

“Again.”

And you do kiss him again. Only this time, he presses hard into your mouth and it’s not long before his hands are tangling in your hair and he’s rubbing his tongue against your bottom lip. It’s all surreal, this man below you, his cock hard. You don’t know that, of course. Pulling away from him, you have a confused look on your face.

“What’s always in your pocket? ‘S poking me.”

Anakin doesn’t say anything. He just laughs at you, and leans in for more of your kisses. You get too lost in the feeing of his hands massaging your inner thighs to press him for an answer. But you find out soon enough when you feel him push your hand down into the front of his pants. Letting out a small squeak you feel the warm skin of his cock, and something tugs at your lower tummy again.

“Oh.” you say softly, understanding. It was never something in his pocket— it was him.

“Feel what you did to me?” Anakin huffs out, as he guides your hand up and down on his length. “That’s my cock, baby. It’s what happens when I get really excited to see you.”

A small smile grazes your features at the thought of Anakin liking your presence. A whole lot, it seems, because his body is physically reacting. He grunts when you squeeze his length out of curiosity.

“Does it hurt?” You murmur, watching him.

“Not at all,” he coincides, adjusting you on his lap. “Feels good.“

And okay, that’s even better. Now you’re making Anakin feel good. Pride floods your chest. Watching him, you feel his precum drip down your fist.

“Can I see it?”

Your voice surprises him, and he’s nodding so quickly that it seems like he might break his neck.

“‘Course, pretty girl, can watch it all day if you want to…” looking at you hungrily, he mutters in a soft tone, “C’mere, get on your knees.”

Confusion muddles your brain, but not as much as the ache to please him. You crawl off of his lap, and he takes one of the couch pillows and places it on the floor.

“Sit.” He commands, and you rest your knees on the pillow and your small hands on his big thighs.

He unbuttons his fly, then his zipper. His bulge is straining against his briefs, a wet patch on the front from his arousal. Gulping, you watch as he pulls his pants and underwear all the way down and slips them off.

His length springs free, dripping with pre and insanely long. Your eyes widen as you watch it, wondering: where does it go?

Okay. So, you have a vague idea of where it’s supposed to go— somewhere in you, but you don’t know where. But either way, you know for for a fact that wherever that is isn’t adjustable enough for such a big thing. Your face floods with embarrassment.

“Where do I…” you start, quiet. Anakin furrows a brow, grabbing his cock into his palm.

“Where do you what?”

You avoid his gaze.

“Where do I.. put it?”

A smile quirks on the man’s lips, stroking himself to the sight of your pretty face peering at his cock.

“Your mouth, sometimes. But especially where you touch yourself, angel. Your cunt.” He tilts his head, not shaming you but trying to explain. “Do you know what your cunt is?”

You shyly nod, knowing that that’s what some of the boys around town called that spot where you touch yourself. And now, feeling this odd tingle inside you, it all makes perfect sense. It wants Ani inside.

But you frown at him.

“It won’t fit,” you say sadly. “‘S too big”

“It’ll fit, honey. Just have to stretch you first.”

Stretch you? That sounds painful! Fear courses through you.

“Stretch me?” You say worriedly.

Anakin seems amused by your reaction.

“It’ll only hurt a little, then it’ll feel really good,” he explains. “I promise. Don’t you trust me?”

Your head moves up and down, and you know that it’s true. He smiles softly, and then he’s tapping your lip with his finger.

“Open,” he says.

Your parted mouth falls completely open, pink tongue lolling out as he places the tip of his cock on it. It takes you by surprise, and your lashes flutter as his taste evades your senses. It’s an odd flavor— not too bad, but not too good either. Though, the thought of it being from Ani makes it all worth while. He slaps himself against your tongue a few times, the wet muscle making a plopping sound as his stringy precum creates a small puddle in your mouth. He watches, proud, and he praises you in the most gentle tone he can muster.

“Good girl. Such a pretty mouth, can’t wait to cum inside it…”

And that makes your eyes shut tight as you let out a loud whine, knowing that his cum is another delicious fluid that you will happily drink up soon. His cock guides itself even more into your mouth, the cockhead disappearing in between your plush lips. You use your mouth gently, treating his cock with care, not wanting to hurt your uncle Ani. He grunts when you swirl your tongue around him.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “Lick it, baby. Like an ice cream cone… yeahhh. Just like that, sweet girl.”

You hollow your cheeks around his mushroomed head, your brain becoming fuzzy at the feeling of his length moving in and out of your mouth. Suckling him, he’s soft and warm on your tongue.

You do this for quite some time. Anakin’s thrusts speed up, and he makes you take more and more and more. When you choke on him for the first time he tells you that it’s okay— “just get through it, baby, don’t you wanna be good for me?” And of course you do, because it’s Ani, and he’s really handsome and he smells really nice and his hands are so big as they card themselves through your hair. You can’t get enough and you’re almost angry he hadn’t shown you this sooner. Your vision is dizzy as he uses your mouth.

On a particularly harsh thrust that makes your throat spasm around him, Anakin begins to make some very pretty noises. Drool leaks down your chin and chest, your mascara running, his balls slapping against your chin. He groans loudly.

“Gonna cum,” he mutters out. “Gonna fill up your throat. Do you want that, sweet girl?”

You can’t say anything, but you try your hardest to nod around his cock. He gets the message. And with stuttering hips, salty fluid shoots into the wet canal of your mouth. It fills you up until you’re choking, and as Anakin rides out his high his cock practically coats itself in cum as he moves in and out, in and out. He pulls you off of him after a moment, and with a mouth full of spend you gasp out for air. Anakin’s got this possessive stare in his eyes as he looks at you.

“Swallow it.”

You do. You gulp it down excitedly, and with a small “aaaaa” you stick out your tongue so he can see that you’ve consumed it all. Anakin looks down at you with a grin on his face.

“That’s my girl.”

—

“I want you to… to put it in me.”

Your voice speaks softly in the darkness of your room, rain pattering against your window as Anakin sits on your bed across from you. It’s been a week since your last… encounter. Your parents are out once again— and as requested, Anakin had shown up on your doorstep to keep you company. After a mug of hot chocolate, your favorite, you had invited the man into your room. A cross is around his neck, shiny with a silver chain. His hair is messy, his fingers clad in silver metal rings. You want to bite them.

Anakin smiles, pretty teeth shining.

“Do you know the story of the Virgin Mary?” He asks, out of context. Your eyes light up. Mary is your favorite biblical figure.

“Yes!” You reply to him. “She got pregnant by God.”

“And how did she do that?”

“By magic!” You say. “She gave birth to Jesus.”

Anakin chuckles, kissing your forehead softly.

“Such a smart girl. But sweetheart, magic didn’t give her a baby.” At the sight of your confused face, he continues. “Sex did. That’s how all babies are made.”

Heat creeps up your neck, your face puzzled. “So you’ll give me a baby?”

Anakin should be frightened at the thought of getting his best friend’s daughter pregnant, but he isn’t. In fact, he smiles, his touch leaving tingles against your skin.

“If that’s what you want. Just imagine, angel..” his lips brush against your ear, smoothing back a strand of your hair. “A beautiful baby. My nose, my lips.. those pretty eyes of yours.”

You bite your lip, your heart fluttering. Having Anakin’s baby would be your dream! Having a house with him, children running around, Anakin coming home from work everyday…

Oh, but daddy would be so mad.

He would never look at you the same again. He would be ashamed, he would damn you to the deepest pit of hell.

You think these things so incredibly, but once Anakin’s lips press against yours all of those things go away. He kisses you slow, sweet, gentle. His stomach presses against your tummy.

“I can’t wait to see it. Your little belly, all swollen with my baby..”

And daddy is out of your thoughts and replaced with a new, different daddy: Anakin.

It’s not long before he’s got you laid down on your ruffled pink sheets, your baby blue nightgown gone (“cmon, let me see that pretty body”), with Anakin’s lips trailing down your neck. He’s gotten you prepped, used his fingers and tongue in oh so many ways that had made you quiver, used your throbbing cunt for his own meal. When you spread your legs for him this time, it’s so he can rub his incredibly hard length against the lips of your pussy. Delectable and sweet as he remembers, Anakin watches the way your leftover cum and slick coat his length generously.

He’s never seen a cunt so cute, so fat, so swollen and precious. He taps his cockhead against your clit, listens to the desperate little pleas you let out as you look up at him with doe eyes.

“Please, Ani, want your baby.”

“Please, daddy, put it inside me. My cunt’s so tight and wet for you..”

You don’t say that last part, Anakin’s imagination runs wild, but he knows you’re probably thinking that— thinking that as his mushroomed tip pops inside your entrance, stretching, burning. Thinking that as you cry, your salty tears his most delectable meal besides the thing in between your legs. Thinking that as you grimace, give him that pained look as he fully sheathes himself inside.

And then, he begins to move.

It’s like a fire in your gut, at first. Hot, burning, grating. But soon it gives way to something else— something not even his fingers can create, something that’s absolutely out of this world. Your nails dig into his back, leaving red welts along the skin, and you should apologize but you can’t bring yourself to care. Ani’s whispering something in your ear, something dirty, filthy, and deprived; you enjoy it so much, you really do, as he speaks to you like this.

“Good girl, so tight. Daddy’s so happy when he fucks his little princess.”

“Look at that, how red and swollen your little pussy is. Is my cock too big for it?”

After harsh thrusts, skin slapping against skin, and curled toes, Anakin pulls out of you. You almost sob from the loss, but it isn’t long before he lays you on top of him and slips himself back into your sopping hole, pulling your ankles behind your head. This causes your eyes to flutter open again, a small moan leaving you. Anakin brings his hands around to hold your legs and head in a chokehold. He fucks you like that, all twisted and overstimulated.

Looking down, you watch as his length fills you to the brim and moves in and out of you.

“A-Am —“ you sniffle, a pleasured sob racking through your throat. “Am I being good, Ani? Is… Is god inside me now?”

Anakin groans, his hips pressing even harder against your raw fucked pussy.

“Yeah, baby,” He breathes, his hand pressing against the bulge poking out of your lower tummy. “God’s in you. Right in this little tummy.“

You mewl, understanding his words, the blasphemy in them. A blush coats your cheeks as you murmur out, “don’t say that.. ‘s bad. You’re being bad.”

“But I’m making you feel so good. Aren’t I, baby?” He taunts, with a hint of malice in his voice. “Isn’t this what you wanted? A thick, hard cock to fill up this little pussy?”

You shake your head, trying to deny yourself this pleasure you can’t contain. Anakin chuckles.

“Yes, it is. I can tell when you’re lying, little girl... oh, look at you. Little legs are shaking. Poor baby…”

You should feel guilty for all the dirty things leaving his sinful mouth. You should hate him and find him icky and push him away. Hes a dirty, filthy man.

But… he’s your Ani. The man who protects you, hugs you when you’re sad, buys you your favorite lip gloss and stuffed animals. And that cross is dangling in pressing against your back, cold and heavy like a burden but still turning you on and— he smells so good, and although you keep trying to move away from his harsh fucking, you know in your mind that you don’t want him to stop. Little sounds escape your throat with each thrust, moans and whines that sound like a wounded animal. But you are far from wounded— unless you count the soreness you’re probably going to feel tomorrow from Anakin pounding your guts.

Grunting, his arms flex on each side of you as he grasps your body with firm hands.

The man’s cock moves against your walls harshly, slick penetrating the skin of your thighs and making you shake. A smirk glazes his lips as he watches your face contorted in pleasure, and your neck is craned so you can see every facial expression he makes.

You thought you had never seen God. But right now, you might not be so sure.

“Good little angel,” he groans gently. “Such a tight little fuck hole for daddy.”

You want to be disgusted by the name, wanted to be disgusted since the first time he said it, but before you can think too hard the tip of his mushroomed head slams against a certain spot that has you sobbing out, “daddy, daddy!” against your own accord. He moans himself at the sound of your pleasure.

“Good fucking girl. Hittin’ that princess spot so good, yeah? Pussy feelin’ good?”

Your eyes roll back, your body going limp like a rag doll as you relax against his jackhammering thrusts. It all feels too good. The Bible always talks about heaven and you think that this is truly it: Anakin below you, holding you down, humping into you like an animal, as he spews disgusting phrases into your ears.

Maybe he isn’t the devil. Maybe he’s God.

You can feel something building up in your tummy, the familiar butterflies now turning dark like moth wings, scraping against that one spot over and over and over. God grins from below you, and bringing his hand up he forces your mouth open with his big fingers. His spit lands down on your tongue, wet and warm and perfect.

“Swallow.” He commands, and you do it greedily. Your voice moans for more, aches for more, and he does it thrice.

“Do you trust me?” He growls. “Do you trust you uncle Ani, baby?”

“Yes! Yes sir.” You whimper, and you know it’s true when it falls from your lips. He forces his fingers to press even harsher around your head. Your ears ring, a pressure beginning to form in your skull.

“God’s got you,” Anakin growls. “God’s got you and your life in his hands. And you know what?”

You don’t say anything, just shake your head as you try to catch a breath of air.

“He’s not gonna let it go.” He continues. “You’re gonna feel this, honey. You’re gonna get fucked like this all the time—“ your vision is blurring, his words making you spasm. He brings his fingers down to that swollen button on your soaked pussy and rubs in harsh circles. “— When daddy thinks his precious little girl is asleep, when he thinks she’s praying to god, she’s going to be praying to me. Choking on my dick, getting fuckin’ bred. Do you want that? Do you want my cum, you fucking slut?”

You can’t really hear him anymore; your body has gone completely limp, your eyes fluttering shut as you ride out wave upon wave of pleasure. You’re still breathing, you know you are, but you fall unconscious in Anakin’s harsh grasp.

And when he sees you like that, all fucked out and deadweight, he groans and begins to pound you harder.

[workingbynyx]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing headcanons of Jason Todd as the reader's boyfriend? Probably like the general dynamic of the relationship, love language, etc. Whatever you think goes best! :)

of course! i can finally use my hcs of boyfie jason to good use oml i have so much in store for you loves 😚

(this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and now that its almost v-day i think its pretty fitting to post this <3 also pls remember that these are my personal hcs so some may be entirely ooc but this is how i imagine him to be okay 😭)

Very affectionate behind closed doors

Jason wasn't a very clingy person to begin with. in fact the first time you held hands you swore you saw drops of sweat drip down the side of his face, it's hilarious. it took him a while to get around giving physical affection but once he did, hugs and kisses are non-stop. he'll either give you quick or aggressive but gentle kisses or would simply ask you to climb onto him on your shared bed and lay your head on his chest as he sleeps. he'd search for your hand and give it a squeeze when the both of you are in a big crowd (ex; galas, parties) or just rest his hand on the small of your back— as intimidating he might seem, he's just a big baby in your hands.

A pretty decent cook, to say the least

Could be an unpopular opinion but i'd say Jason isn't all too bad in the kitchen, he can pretty much fix up a simple meal if he wants to. The man could either fuck up the microwave or invent a whole new recipe just to fit your cravings, there's no in between. He doesn't want to admit it but he has a secret folder in his phone of all the recipes to your favourite dishes from lunch meals to deserts; so now on every occassion, you can expect waking up to the fresh scent of your favourite food set on the table <3

Midnight joyrides are the best

Do y'all know those tiktok accs that own a motorbike and just drive around with their partners sitting behind them? That's exactly how i imagine what it would be like to be Jason's partner 👊👊 literally like; "bubs put on your helmet" "are we going out? at this time?" "what, you don't want to?" "well, yeah i do..." "good, i'll have the bike out front then" then you guys just drive around on his bigass bike zooming through the city. He'd also have his hands run down your leg that's straddling him from behind at every stoplight possible wkehwjhejwhd

Getting out of bed is almost impossible

The first time you two moved in together was really exciting, waking up finding yourself beside the love of your life sleeping peacefully to eating breakfast and dinner with them too. But as time went by, it became almost your mission everyday to get out of bed without being held back by Jason pulling you back under the sheets. You'd have to be sneaky to move his arm that's wrapped around your waist before his reflexes react soon enough; "mmh, going somewhere?" "jay, i gotta get to work" "10 more minutes love, i promise. I'll just drive you there it's much faster" "you said that 5 minutes ago— i'll be late again!" "are you saying you'd rather leave me alone?" "jace i–" "mhm exactly, so stay a'ight? you could just tell them you caught that flu" "i already did...two days ago..."

Absolutely adores your eyes, hands and waist

I'm a firm believer that Jason is a certified waist-grabber !!! you can expect the rough tips of his gloves glide over from your back all the way to your waist once he comes home from work. He also looooves looking into your eyes and see his reflection in them, the same eyes that showed nothing but pure love and kindness to him. And he also likes your hands; the size difference when you compare them, how they wrapped around his own, and how they cling onto him every chance you get. He thinks it's such a cute mannerism (if you have them too)

He asks for fashion advice, sometimes

Jason'll probably throw on a shirt, jacket, pants and boots then call it day before he met you— but he's even conscious of how colors looked on him now. You were his stylist, often picking out clothes and giving him new looks that you think looks best on him just because he once saw a photo of him and thought the shirt and pants he had didn't match at all. Jason always thought clothes only consists of hoodies, sweatpants, shirts, but now even knows what 'preppy' clothing is after you explained it to him.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch

This may vary to some people but i do hc Jason's love language to be words of affirmation and physical touch. Words of affirmation; only because he absolutely loves it when he tells you what he genuinely thinks of you at the moment. "You look great in red", "i'm proud of what you did there", "i love you, y'know that right?", "you look so gorgeous, i'm lucky to have you" and physical touch; because he's totally convinced he can't live without you by his side. Jason would want to be next or near you at any given chance, he'll have you scooted beside him while he reads a book or gently rub his hand against your thigh when he's focused on a movie. Your presence alone gives him the comfort he's always longing for in nights that he's away from home, and you'd glady give it to him.

Very protective over you

It's probably a known fact that Jason is a protective person but when it comes to you he can be over the top in making sure you're okay (especially when you're also a vigilante/hero working with him.) You'll always have to assure him that you're fine and not bleeding to death with a papercut or when you accidentlly stub your toe against the bed. But when you're also a crime-fighter like him, best believe he'll always have you stay and guarded behind him. You had to explain so many times that you could also take care of yourself like he can, though it's understandable why he acts that way most of the time.

Acts all tough, but melts when you're around

Around the times when Jason still had a lil crush on you, he'd never let his guard down and likes to appear cold or tough. But once you were dating he's an absolute shy babe even with the smallest gestures or compliments you give him. He'd only crack a smile at the side comments you make but is mentally falling apart. Or when he can't keep up the act he simply dips his head in the corner of your neck and stay there til he stops blushing like a teen getting his first kiss.

Is a part of the sassy man apocalypse

Sometimes, you question if this man is simply your bestfriend or your boyfriend of how many years. The amount of bickering the two of you end up having is like watching two friends fight over peanut butter vs chocolate. You'd suggest a book you've been reading that he absolutely despises and have a debate right there and then. It's almost like that one Friends scene when Joey and Rachel were giving spoilers back to back at each other LMAO. The man also has an unhealthy habit of popping a hip whenever he stands, your gallery would probably be filled with pictures of him in that stance alone.

[httpknjoon]

the crown | jjk

plot | While staying in Blaire's beach house, your friends cannot help but notice your new tattoos. The ones you got with your secret boyfriend.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | we're back at the beach house!! things are about to get sloppy lol I love love LOVE this one so much, I had fun writing it. i hope you'll enjoy reading it too!

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Jungkook was still deep in his slumber when he sensed a rustling sound near him. At first, he didn’t mind it. Maybe you were just shifting on the bed. But then, he figured there wasn’t any movement in the foam mattress you two were sleeping on. That’s when he hears your voice.

“Oh, you’re coming? Do you want to go with me, baby?” your voice was hushed, trying not to disrupt your boyfriend’s sleep.

But with Bam jumping up and down excitedly while you walked around the room, Jungkook slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry but he could see your figure standing in front of the mirror. Rubbing his eyes, he stretched his limbs under the sheets. He sees you clearly under the dimmed light, wearing your plain black sports bra and shorts.

“Where you going?” he asked with his voice still deep and groggy.

You turned around, “Oh, you’re awake? Did I wake you?”

Still comfortable on the bed, Jungkook lazily nodded his head. You frowned before walking up to him.

“I’m sorry, babe.” you leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose. “Me and Blaire will go on an early jog. We’ll try to catch the sunrise too.”

You’re taking Bam with you?” he looked up and you smiled at his doe eyes.

“Yeah, he seems excited already.” you chuckled. “You can join us if you wanna.”

Jungkook grunted, “It’s Saturday.”

Saturdays are synonymous with rest days to him and you are very much aware of it. Jungkook already has a workout schedule and routine for six days a week. He saves up Saturday as his cheat day. He gets to do everything he wants for the whole day without any schedule. It’s a routine he picked up sometime when he got his first job. It took a whole lot of discipline for him to get used to it.

“Well, okay. It’s just me and Bam.” 

You hooked the leash to Bam’s collar. Jungkook watched you tie your hair up with the classic bun in front of the mirror, exposing one of the tattoos you got on your forearm. His lips stretched into a small smile whenever he remembered he drew that tiger lily himself. Then, he smiled even wider when he spotted the small crown inked on your left ribs, slightly covered by your top. You turned around, instantly scrunching your eyebrows in confusion why is he smiling like a fool.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty. How are you even mine, princess?” he grinned. He sat up on the bed, exposing his bare top while the sheets pooled around his hips.

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe you just tricked me into all of this,” you utter.

Leaning in once again, you aimed for his lips. One of Jungkook’s hands reached for your cheek. It began as a slow and gentle kiss. Until you had to sit down on the mattress while still kissing him. You placed a hand on his chest as the kiss deepened. Jungkook’s hands moved from your cheek down to your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left. Like a rhythm, your lips move together.

“Ah,” you moaned when he bit your lower lip, making his tongue gain access easily.

Lost in what’s happening, you just cannot keep your hands to yourself. From his chest, shoulders, and arms, to his hair. Jungkook shivers at your touch. He was so ready to carry you on top of him when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away. 

“I gotta go, Blaire’s already waiting outside,” you whispered, breathlessly. 

Your chests were both heaving with your lips swollen and red from this unexpected intense session. You were about to stand up but his hold on your waist stopped you. His eyes pleaded for you to stay, but you shook your head. You laughed when he began peppering kisses on your neck, tickling you at some spot.

“Twenty minutes?” he asked, in between kisses.

“No.”

“Ten?” he continued bargaining for your time while planting his lips from the skin on your neck to your shoulder.

And when you shook your head again, he stopped and looked at you. You can feel his thumb tracing circled on the skin where you got your dainty crown tattoo.

“Five? I can be quick, princess.” He smirked.

You laughed, pushing his face away as you stood up, “I doubt that. Me and Bam are just gonna go..”

He frowned when he saw you pick up your phone and Bam’s leash. Jungkook slides down the bed again, wrapping himself with the blanket. Before you walked out the door, you turned around.

“Don’t forget to go back to your room, okay? Sleep well, babe.”

“Good morning,” Blaire nodded when she noticed you and cooed when she saw your big baby, who was also happy to see your friend.

Blaire was already waiting outside the beach house, stretching her arms, when you and Bam saw her. You looked around the beach. The crescent moon was still visible in the purplish-blue sky. The waves were calmer as they met the ends of the sand. You took in the fresh breath of air, calming you down.

“You can release Bam from this. He doesn’t really have anywhere to run to here.” Blaire suggested.

She was right. Considering that the whole area is private property, white wooden fences are placed on the spots where your dog might want to go. You agreed, unhooking the leash. Almost instantly, Bam ran near the ocean where he could watch the waves. You didn’t really worry as you can still see him from a distance. You began stretching next to Blaire.

“I was knocking on Dara’s door to ask her to join us but she wasn’t answering.” She shared.

You snickered, “We know her, she’s a deep sleeper.”

“Yeah, I wish I could sleep everywhere that great all the time.” She quipped, making you two laugh. “How about Jenny?”

“She said, she’ll try to show up. But won’t promise to. I think she had a long day yesterday in the restaurant.” You replied.

“Ah, yes. She talked about her suppliers stressing her out.” Blaire recalled. “She was ranting the whole time we were on our way here.”

As usual, everyone was in buddy-buddy mode on their way here to Blaire’s beach house last night. You, Jungkook, and Bam were all in his Jeep Wrangler. Blaire came with Jenny. While Dara picked up Wooshik at his house. now that Blaire is aware of you and Jungkook the last time you were here, she put you and your boyfriend in rooms next to each other. The house was massive, thanks to her wealthy aunt. So it would be weird to make you share a room. This time, Blaire warned you and Jungkook about doing anything everywhere if you don’t want to be caught unexpectedly, referencing that early morning she saw you all tired in the kitchen. The warning didn’t stop him from sneaking into your room at midnight.

As soon as you two began jogging beside the sea, Blaire pointed out something.

“I never noticed you had tattoos.”

“Oh, these? It’s all new. I and Kook got it last Valentine’s. He drew it himself.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

As part of your Valentine's surprise for him, you two got matching tattoos of crowns, your favorite flowers, and a clock pointing to twelve o'clock. You got the crown on your left rib, near where he likes to hold you every single time, out of habit. On the other hand, he got the crown on his knuckles with his other tattoos from before. It was the same size as yours, placed in the center. He already had tiger lilies inked on his arm before while you placed your in your right forearm that is only visible when you raise your arm. The last tattoo is on your right wrist. It was all dainty and small so it can be unnoticeable at times.

“That’s cute.” She mumbled before turning her head to you. “I’m so happy for you guys. You two seemed really happy with each other.”

“I love him so much.” You giggled, feeling your blood rushing to your cheeks. It felt like you’re in elementary all over again, having a childish crush on someone.

“I just cannot understand why you kept it a secret from us.” She spoke. “And for two years? That’s fucking impressive. Hats off to you two.”

You laughed at the recognition, “Thank you. We try our best.”

You two jogged and walked and jogged again for almost thirty minutes straight, back and forth on the sand, along with Bam. The sun was already peeking in when Jenny came down with a coffee mug to see you both. She was still in her pajamas.

“I’ll prepare everyone breakfast. How do y’all like your eggs?” she asked when you passed by where she was standing.

“Scrambled!” Both you and Blaire answered in unison.

“Orange juice or coffee?” she asked once more.

“Coffee!” You two replied together again.

If it wasn’t for the random 6:30 AM alarm in his phone, Jungkook would have not woken up from his peaceful and satisfying slumber.  He would have slept until noon with how comfortable the whole room was. He groaned as he stretched his arms and legs. For a few more minutes, Jungkook buried his face on the soft pillow he was hugging. After five more minutes, he sat up on the corner of the mattress.

That’s when he realized where he was.

He’s still in your room and he promised to come back in his before everyone wakes up. But he can already hear pop music playing downstairs, indicating that someone or maybe everyone is already up. He put on his slippers, scratching his head. He makes his way to the door and as soon as he steps outside, another door on the floor opens.

“Morning, JK.” Wooshik greeted him.

“Morning.”

And it didn’t take Wooshik to notice something unusual. Jungkook watched him look at him to the door then at him again. His best friend squinted at him.

“What?”

Wooshik raised an eyebrow, “What were you doing in YN’s room?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped for a second. His hold on your door knob tightened as the gear in his brain works quicker than it usually does in the morning. Once he thought of something, he pushed it close.

“I was… looking for Bam. I thought I could take him with me outside.” He reasoned out, that even he is not buying it totally.

“But you look like you just woke up.” Wooshik’s tone is too curious like that Sheldon kid from that show.

“Yeah, I went as soon as I woke up.” Jungkook crossed his arm over his chest. He looked directly at his best friend. That is when he noticed something too. “And what were you doing in Dara’s room?”

They exchanged glares from one another. Jungkook nods his chin in a sassy way while Wooshik squinted his eyes to him. It’s a way to say something like I know that you did something I just cannot prove it.

“I borrowed her charger. I left mine at home.” Wooshik showed the charger he was holding. “Everyone is already downstairs. Dara’s helping Jenny with breakfast.”

He didn’t wait for Jungkook to answer and strolled down the stairs. Jungkook didn’t say anything and followed. The appetizing smell of bacon immediately enters his nostrils as he makes his way to the dining area. That’s when he sees Dara carefully pouring coffee on every empty mug on the table while Jenny fries some bacon. There’s already toast and eggs on the table so Jungkook reached for a slice. Wooshik, who plugged his phone into the living room, entered and sat on the chair opposite his.

“Bam’s already outside, by the way.” He told him.

“Is he?” Jungkook asked, acting naïve.

“Yeah, Blaire and YN are jogging outside.”

“Oh, they are?” Jungkook asked again.

It’s obvious Wooshik is suspicious and teasing him so he teases him back. His best friend glared at him, Jungkook scrunched his nose, taking a bite from his toast. The tension was only broken when Dara asked Wooshik,

“Milk? Sugar?”

“Sugar, please.” He replied, smiling at her. Then, frowning back to Jungkook.

Jungkook mocked, “Shugar, pleash.”

The backdoor to the beach opens, letting the sunshine enter. Bam was the first to come in, wagging his tail as he made his way to Jungkook. Blaire enters, greeting everyone. You followed behind like a ray of sunshine in your boyfriend’s eyes. Your hair bun is now a little loose while your skin glistens through your sweat.

“Now, everyone here. Let’s all have our breakfast.” Dara said, sitting next to Blaire and Wooshik.

You sat next to Jungkook, while on your other side was Blaire. He handed you the plate of scrambled eggs. He also placed two slices of toast on your plate, one with spread butter on top. Everyone began talking about what do they wanted to the whole weekend since you all our staying in the beach house the entire time.

“Can we do bonfire later?”  Dara suggested.

Blaire nods, “Yeah! We can barbecue too and those marshmallows stuff.”

“Then, we should go out later to buy groceries,” Jenny said.

You just listened, enjoying your food and coffee. Many other suggestions were made since everyone is taking their rest days before returning to their lives next week.

“YN, can you pass me the bacon?” Blaire asked.

You did, unaware that your top slightly raised when you moved.

“Is that a tattoo?!” Dara pointed out to the crown on your skin. 

Then, Jenny saw the other one, “Wait, you have two?”

“Three actually.” you smiled, showing off the clock on your wrist.

You seemed proud as they complimented the color of the lilies or the design of the clock. Jungkook hides the growing smile on his lips while sipping in his mug. Also, on the other side of the table, Wooshik was the first one to ask.

“Are there meanings behind them?”

You nodded, “Yes, of course.”

“Well, the tiger lily here represents confidence and good fortune. I like that,” you explained.

“Wait. Jungkook, you have those too right?” Dara asked him.

Jungkook nods and shows off his forearm. “Yeah, right here. YN is just a copycat.”

You rolled your eyes, “For the record, I am not. Someone suggested it to me.”

“Who?” they asked collectively, including Blaire as if she was unaware of who.

Instead of answering the question, you just smiled eating your toast. They groaned. During your Galentines with the girls, you already told them about meeting someone special. And you assume that the news already reached Wooshik.

“It’s her secret boyfriend!” Wooshik exclaimed like he solved a murder mystery.

Again, you didn’t say anything. But your ex[ression is enough to show that you and your love life are currently in a happy state.

“Seriously, when are we gonna meet this guy? You seemed like floating on cloud 9 just thinking of him right now.” Jenny said.

You heard Jungkook chuckle beside you. You secretly pat his lap under the table, stopping him from getting too prideful from what he’s hearing.

“Soon. We’re already talking about planning something so you guys can meet him,” you told them. “Anyway, moving on…”

With you talking about your secret boyfriend, one person at the table cannot help but recall the same statement he heard from Jungkook when he found out about Princess. Wooshik eyes you while pointing to the tattoo on your wrist and Jungkook, who’s just watching everything, specifically you. For the first time, Wooshik noticed how different his best friend looked at you. Jungkook has his head resting on his hand, looking at you like you are the most precious gem in the world. There was this adoration and fondness in his best friend’s eyes as he looked at you. Jungkook’s quiet glance at you speaks so loud that Wooshik feels so dumb that this is the first time he has seen this.

“And what about the crown?” Jenny asked.

You showed off the said tattoo, “Oh, I’ve been feeling lucky and loved lately. You know, like a princess.”

Like a princess.

And that was the confirmation Wooshik got.

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

Jason slow dancing with you in the kitchen, something fluffy like that please!

Fighting sleep rn so this is perfect. You’re also getting teasing Jason for free. And a ton of other unnecessary details cause I got way too into it.

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Time written - 11:42 p.m

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“Why’re you out of bed, babe?” A bedraggled Jason greeted your weary, squinting eyes as they got used to the kitchen lighting.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you whisper, exhaustion heavy on your tone despite your body’s refusal to succumb to it. Jason settled himself back against the counter beside the stove, continuously watching over a small pot while scrolling over mindless articles over his phone.

“C’mere.” Jason offers an arm towards you, watching your oversized shirt clad body trudge across cold tile floor to get to him. He hugs you close, your cheek hearing the drum of his steady heart as you relax against his chest, your body easing in his embrace.

“What’re you making?”

“Warming you up some milk,” Jason murmurs into your hair, rubbing soothing motions along the small of your back. The lack of sleep wasn’t new, mostly due to your persistence on waiting on him after his patrol nights ended. He felt guilty, choosing to stay extra hours to make sure you kept yourself asleep.

He didn’t mind it. He preferred you over the cold streets on a November midnight.

“Gotta treat my baby like a baby and make her a bottle.”

“Shut up,” you scoff with a smile, knowing he’d take it as an amusing compliment. He enjoyed making you laugh as much as he did taking care of you.

Your preferred milk with a dash of cinnamon and chamomile honey slowly came to a simmer on the stove, awaiting a spoonful of cocoa powder. You’ll ask if it was Alfred’s idea to having hot chocolate instead of warm milk for sleep, he’ll shrug and tell you he saw it once on a cheesy Hallmark channel.

Jason closes his eyes, a slight smile growing on his face.

“Tell me something,” he whispers, his voice still quiet, rough, and tired, the late hour shown in bright green digital numbers on the stove clock.

“Hm?”

“Just… say anything. You don’t have to put any thought behind it. I just wanna hear your voice… okay?”

You had no understanding to the reason, only coming up with him wanting to tire you out just by talking lots of nonsense. You could do that, sometimes that’s your specialty.

“Okay,” you reply, saying the first words that came to mind after taking a sigh.

“When was the last time we had Dino chicken nuggets? We’re grown adults, what’s really stopping us from eating them?”

Jason starts to chuckle a little, then his laughter grows just a little louder. He cradled you closer to body, his arms still snug around your waist. What a silly thing to say, even when that’s exactly what he had asked for.

“No, no, it’s true. Why do kids get to claim all the tasty snack food?” He chuckles, gently swaying you from side to side, not even making much of an attempt to move his feet.

“One of these days… let’s just eat like little kids for a day.” You suggest, your voice growing a bit thick with exhaustion. “Hot chocolate and dino nuggets, and we can just stay in bed. It’ll be a nice break, don’t you think? So you don’t have to be Red Hood all the time.”

He lowers his head a little, stray tufts of hair tickling your face while his lips plant gentle kisses along your neck. His heart hurts a little bit from that little desire deep in your chest to have him home more, to be a proper boyfriend and cradle you in your dreams, just as he did now.

“Yeah? I don’t mind that,” Jason says, keeping you blanketed in the safety of his embrace, slowly shifting weight along his feet to sway you with him a little more.

“You ever danced before, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Your head tilts a bit. “No, not like this.”

“Is it making you sleepy?” He asks, catching the quirk in the corner of your lip.

“You rocking me like a baby?”

“Can see its working,” He snickers, kissing the top of your forehead. His little sleeping beauty, nestled in the arms of a crimson beast.

“Tell me more,” he whispers, raspy voice growing both soothing and quiet. “Keep talking. I wanna listen to you.”

Your head shifts, your lips muffled against his chest, amusing him with a complete lack of understanding.

“What’s that, baby?”

“You’re not home as much a lot of nights.”

Jason exhales, feeling his lungs deflating while he spares a hand to cradle the back of your neck and runs through your hair.

“I know Princess,” he responds, voice growing softer.

Then, he goes silent for a moment—as if he’s thinking of what to say next.

“D’you miss me when I’m not home?” he whispers, his voice soft and curious.

“I always do,” you admit, trailing your fingers all along his silvery scarred chest.

A light smile pulls at the side of his lips, feeling his pessimistic thoughts satiated for the time being.

He brings his hand up to your chin, caressing it softly with his thumb before tilting it upwards to get a good look at you.

“You know,” Jason responds, “I think I miss you the most when I’m not home.”

His voice is soft, as if he doesn’t want to be so vulnerable about this. This routine is something he can’t control sometimes, no matter how much he wanted to. Little nights like these where he could vanish from sight just to spend a couple extra hours with you was the greatest luxury he could ever want from the universe.

Time was the most precious possession that always slipped out of reach, he treasured every second of it with you.

“You’re always on my mind, babygirl. Try not to forget that.” As he’s saying this, he can’t help but tilt his head and kiss your forehead.

“M’tired,” you whine before opening your eyes, unaware when you had even closed them. He glances back to the stove before shutting off the burner, acknowledging he could at least save the mouthwatering concoction for breakfast in the morning.

“Too tired to wait for your bottle, huh?”

“Stooop.” You groan against the crook between his neck and shoulder, feeling the rumble of his amusement along his chest. “God, I hate you.”

“Hate me in the morning, babygirl,” he muses before slipping his arm under your knees, hoisting you up in his embrace to carry you back to bed.

[mandarinmoons]

Hi! i saw the other request and this came to mind!

reader and reid are in a situationship (not relationship) one night reader gets drunk and kisses someone else and reid sees it and gets jealous and kinda disappointed?? but he has to take her home, she asks him to stay but he doesnt wants to cajse hes mad Andd idk something like that but with happy ending pls 😩 if u dont want to dont do it Its ok <3 <3

Ofc i want to <3

You and Spencer had quite a unique relationship. At work you two were professional coworkers who were also good friends, but behind closed doors you two could be considered as more than friends. Cuddling, the occasional kiss or two or full blown making out, it was something you two kept to yourself. You both previously had bad luck in the romance game and would agree to keep things casual, nothing serious but as humans are, have a need for love and care, both of you agreed to offer it to one another.

It was hard to keep it to yourselves at times. Sometimes you had a desperate need to be in Spencer’s arms, but you were at work and had to keep your needs to yourself until both you and Spencer were in the safeness of your four walls.

One night you and the team headed out for drinks to celebrate a case that took over 3 months to solve. You were going to get wasted and if you were going to end up getting all touchy feely with Spencer you could attest that it was the alcohol talking, a solid alibi and no one would think that there was something going on between you and your close coworker.

Some hours in and a few cocktails and shots later, the booze had taken its effect and made you into a giggly and affectionate mess. After your first drink you were slightly cuddling into Spencer’s side, but now you had your arms wrapped around his neck and occasionally pressed a few kisses against his cheek.

"Who knew Y/N was so affectionate,” Emily laughed.

“Yeah what’s a man gotta do to have ‘em here all up in my arms,” Derek chimed in.

You scoffed and tightened your hold on Spencer’s neck, “If you know how to turn yourself pretty like Spencer over here, then you can give me a call.”

The whole team chuckled and a blush creeped on Spencer’s cheeks, although he did love the affection he was receiving from you he was a bit nervous about your little shared secret coming to light.

“Y/N, hey, I’ll get you some water okay? I don’t want you to have too bad of a headache in the morning.”

“Fineee,” you pouted as Spencer lightly took a hold of your hands and unraveled them from around him. You watched as he walked off and chuckled to yourself as your eyes did land on his rear, and you liked what you saw.

In your head for what seemed like 10 minutes, which was probably only 2, you stood up and headed towards the bar to find your special friend. You leaned your arms on the counter to try and steady yourself and felt a hand on your arm.

“Hey, you okay there?”

You nodded and looked up to see Spencer looking at you with concerned eyes, or what looked to be Spencer. Your vision was a bit blurry, but you could still make out the sharp jawline and brown eyes that you adored.

“I missed you.”

“Did you?” the man chuckled and caressed your arm.

You nodded and leaned closer and pecked his lips lightly, which turned into a deeper kiss a moment later.

All of a sudden you felt yourself be pulled back by a forceful tug, “What’re you doing?!”

You looked up and saw a very clearly heated Spencer, his eyebrows were furrowed and you could make out a vein protruding from the side of his forehead, the man you had just kissed was not him.

“Spence I-”

“I’m taking you home, now.”

Spencer’s grip on your arm was gentle yet firm as he dragged you to the table the team was sitting at, took your coat and said good night to everyone, before turning around with you in his arms and headed to his car.

The ride back to your apartment was silent. You may have been inebriated, but you could tell that Spencer was pissed. Why should he be though? You weren’t a couple so what’s the problem? Well, the boundaries you both set up were kind of blurry and over time you both seemed to cross them more and more. You wouldn’t be able to lie to yourself that you didn’t feel something towards him if you were to see Spencer kissing someone else, the thought made your stomach churn, or maybe that was the alcohol? No, this was different.

After helping you up the stairs, lying you down on the couch and draping a blanket over you, Spencer turned on his heel and turned towards the door.

"Spence, wait!”

Spencer turned around and clenched his jaw as he glanced at you, you had never seen him be this pissed off.

“I thought that it was you I… I’m sorry,” tears pricked to your eyes and your voice wavered, you couldn’t lose him, not right now.

Spencer sighed and cast his eyes down before slowly moving towards your way and sat down next to you. You hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you gently, one of his hands cradling your head.

"Please stay.”

Spencer nodded and tightened his hold on you, “I will sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Soon enough you fell asleep on his shoulder and Spencer moved so you both were laying down on the couch. He pulled the blanket over both of you and pulled you close to his chest, kissing your head and smiled when he felt you nuzzling into his neck.

Spencer knew that he couldn’t keep this up any longer, his feelings for you had grown quite strong and he didn’t want to keep sneaking around. He knew that it wasn’t other people’s business as to what was going on in his love life, but it felt unfair on you and him that he had to keep this under wraps when you were the reason he was so happy after a long while.

He sighed as he caressed your back and admired your peaceful face. This was it, he had to talk to you in the morning.

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I don't want to bother you, but can you please do one for Eddie where reader is really clumsy? Like, she trips on her on foot, loses balance and falls even when just standing still, always has bruises all over her body because she is simply an air-head and ends up hitting her face on a closed door, her knee on the corner of the table and falling in all the stupidest ways possible.

Bambi. Clumsy!Reader x Eddie Munson. Fluff. Blurb.

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“You okay there Bambi? You’re walking like you’re on wheels, need a hand?” Eddie teases, chuckling as you clasp your arm around his. He’s not the strongest of guys but his arm does offer you support. You’re clumsy, always have been. Your dad used to say you ran before you learnt how to walk, that you’d never really been able to stand upright on your own two feet without wobbling. He wasn’t wrong. Your parents had gotten you tested for dyspraxia, but the test results came back negative. Put simply, you were just a klutz, in medical terms? You’re just a little unbalanced.

“I know, I know.” You sigh, lifting your pants up to your thighs, letting the air brush against your shins. “Look at my legs Teddy, three new ones and a grazed knee” Muttering the last of your words under your breath, ‘three new ones’ refers to the three bruises scattered across your right shin. Eddie has a tendency to draw lines around your bruised skin and make the blue-yellowish stains look like Saturn, sometimes drawing smiley faces of the Nirvana logo.

He peered down, analysing the new shiners. “Seriously, you gotta be more careful. We’ve spoken about this before, eyes where you’re going, not where you were.” He exaggerated, speaking in a sing-song tone as he chuckles again. “Remember that time you ran face first into the glass door when we were kids? You split your lip and I cried because you were bleeding. Wayne had to deal with you bleeding on carpet and I was in hysterics because I was so sure you were gonna die. From a split lip no less.” Eddie’s mouth twitches up into a smirk as he begins to let out a full belly laugh. He screws his face up, as bubbly giggles escape him lips from reminiscing, “yeah, Wayne said you felt the pain for me cus I didn’t shed a single tear.” You confessed, joining Eddie in the melody of laughter.

“What can I say? I’m weak for a damsel in distress.” Eddie tilts his head and bows theatrically, standing up and opening the top cupboard. He places his box full of first aid supplies from the medicine cupboard onto the floor, opening up the first aid kit. “Let’s get this graze cleaned up shall we? Can’t leave it, will get infected and puss will spurt out. Will be so gross.” He speaks, pouring antiseptic liquid onto a clean rag. “Okay! Okay, I know.” You chime in, clearly disturbed by the imagery. “Just be gentle Eds, please.” You pout a little, hiding behind your hands.

“You know me Bambi, I have magic hands. I’m practically your personal nurse.” Eddie joked, gently patting the rag over your grazed skin being sure to wipe out any dirt and debris. “Hands of an old woman more like.” You tease, stifling your giggles from behind your hands, not wanting to see your wound.

“If you say so, but so you know. I’ll always be here to patch you up. Our little klutz.” He smiles, beaming from ear to ear. Choosing to ignore your cheeky comment, because “you’ve been in the wars.” He gently slaps a band aid over your kneecap and rubs his palm over it to make sure it sticks to you properly. Eddie leans over and pries your hands apart so he can see your face properly. “All done. You’re all fixed up.” He sighs, rubbing his hand over your cheek.

“Thanks Eds, good time to mention I’ve decided to take up ice skating?” You giggle, watching his face drop into the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen. “Kidding!” You tease, throwing yourself at his chest and starting to wrestle each other on Wayne’s living room floor. You are always gonna be looked after by Eddie, your chosen big brother.

[onlyjaeyun]

hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Can you write something for Angel/Demon Steddie making love to reader for the first time🥺

A/N: sometimes you are just so worked up that you cum embarrassingly fast when they finally fuck you. that sounds like an amazing first time to me.

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Enveloped in the warmth of Steve’s embrace, you rested back against his body as you watched with your mouth agape as Eddie’s flush cock slid through your folds, parting your petals like the red sea. 

“You ready for more, sweetheart?” the devil asked, nudging his bulbous tip once again against your swollen clit, his whole length glossy with your want. 

“Mhm,” you nodded, eyebrows tightly knitted together in desperation as you hazily blinked up at him. 

Breaching your weeping hole, he sank in at an incredibly slow pace, your legs instantly trembling on either side of him as your body reeled from the staggeringly pleasurable stretch. 

Sliding a hand down your stomach, you watched as Steve’s fingers swiftly found your buzzing pearl, swirling it attentively as he purred in your ear, “that’s it, you can take it, baby,” your back arching against his hard-on, “doing so good.”

“O-oh,” you moaned, gasping for air as the devil filled you up.

“You okay?” Steve asked, kissing your flushed cheek softly as his companion's advance eventually stilled deep within you.  

“Fuck! It’s-, it’s-, holy shit!” was all you could utter as the sensation already pushed you closer to the edge than you’d expected. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eddie chuckled, keeping his hips frozen as he absorbed your noticeable reaction, his laugh growing more genuine, “christ, I’m like barely inside of you. Are you already about to cum?” you attempted a nod in confirmation as loud moans uncontrollably flowed from your lips. 

“Does it just feel that good, huh?” the angel’s free hand squeezed your tit while the other one picked up its pace, “you just gotta cum already?” your hips bucked, dazed eyes rolling back in your skull as you needily fucked yourself on Eddie’s fat girth, “see if that little pussy pushes him out in the process?”

“Yeah, you joke, dude, but I’m already fucking struggling,” he groaned, clearly having a tough time keeping still and not just selfishly slamming into you repeatedly like a madman, “she’s so tight, clenching onto me like a vice.”

“Oh my god!” you nearly kicked the fiend as the hasty, yet enviable end washed over you. 

“Fuck, there you go, baby,” Eddie could stop himself from pushing in deeper, slowly rocking into you and prolonging your intense high, “get it, get all of it.”

Pussy seizing, you melted back against Steve’s heaving chest, “christ,” he croaked, “and here I thought you generally looked beautiful cumming for us, but this,” both his broad palms roamed over your tingling skin, “holy shit… You gotta do that again…”

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[forever-rogue]

hi i really love all your stories and i wanted to request a steve harrington x reader. my ex boyfriend was huge asshole and would constantly make fun or make me feel bad about almost anything like my music taste or quirks i do when im nervous and it really messed with me after we broke up and i was wondering if u could write a story where steve notices and is just a big sweetheart about it and comforts you. thanks 💚

AN | First of all, I’m sorry anyone ever made you feel like that bb, no one deserves that. Secondly, Steve remains the best, change my mind 🥺

Warnings | Language, Discussions of bad past relationships

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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"Can I ask you something?" 

Why was it that singular question that always made your anxiety spike up immediately? Your heart skipped a few beats before slamming against your ribcage as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

"Y-yeah," you choked on the single syllable as you tried to put on a calm face. Ugh. He should have known better than that. That was a general life fact - you don't ask that question, "what is it?"

He paused for a few, an affectionate chuckle leaving his lips as he reached over and put a warm hand on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You couldn't help the fact that you preened into his gentle touch, "I'm not going to ask you anything bad. And don't even lie and say you weren't worried, I saw the look on your face!"

"I…wasn't lying," you smiled meekly as he raised an eyebrow. You playfully scoffed, trying to hide your face in your hands, feeling warm all over under his intense scrutiny.

"Nuh uh," his hands wrapped your wrists with ease as he pulled your hands away from your face, "no hiding from me, pretty girl."

"Steve…" your lips formed a cute little pout as you looked at him shyly. He hadn't even said anything but his look made you so nervous. You wanted to crawl in on yourself more than anything, "just ask…please."

"Don't take this the wrong way, okay?" Oh no. You didn't like the sound of that, but nodded anyway, "I've just noticed that…sometimes you don't seem to have much of an opinion on things. Like.. maybe that's not quite the right way to put it…more like you don't share your opinion. Why?"

"What do you mean?" well. You'd been dreading this moment. The moment that Steve Harrington realized you were nothing but a boring, pathetic girl. You swallowed the lump in your throat, already feeling the tears stinging at the back of your eyes, "I-I like lots of things, ya know?"

"I know but…they always seem to be the things I like," he shrugged lightly and you could tell there was no malice in his words, "I'm sure we do like a lot of the same things but what about you? Just you?"

"Steve."

"I know so much about you," his voice was so gentle that it almost hurt. You almost would have preferred for him to yell at you or sound mad or something, "but there's still so much I want to learn. It almost feels like you're hiding a part of yourself from me."

"I'm not hiding anything from you," you scoffed and shook your head. Your faze shifted away. Unable to look at him any longer, knowing you'd see hurt in those pretty eyes you loved so much, "its nothing, Steve. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not trying to upset you,” he went to put his hand on your shoulder but you flinched out of his touch, “I just…I don’t know, I want you to feel comfortable with telling me anything. And I feel you’re holding back sometimes. You know you don’t have to do that for me.”

“If you feel that way, then why are you with me?” you stood up and off the couch before he could get a word in, your eyes threatening to spill over with tears. You hadn’t meant to snap at him; seeing the worried look on his face broke your heart, “I-I…I’m sorry, Steve. I gotta go.”

You were up and away, leaving his house as quickly as possible without even giving him a chance to catch up. The worst part of all was that you didn’t even have your own car; he’d picked you up. But that didn’t stop you from almost running down the street. By the time Steve had caught up with what was going on, you’d already disappeared far enough to where his shouts of your name were nothing but a soft, panicked sound in the distance.

This day couldn’t have gotten any worse. And you might just have lost the best thing that ever happened to you.

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You managed to avoid Steve for three whole days. They were the longest and worst days of your life, but that was beside the point. It seemed like after a harrowing seventy-two hours apart, neither of you could stand it any longer. Maybe Robin had been right - maybe you really were just fools disgustingly in love with each other. 

You’d decided that you were going to head over Family Video to talk to Steve; the fact that it was the middle of his shift didn’t even phase you.

Steve had decided that he was going to come and see you, at least wanting to try and find you, and if you weren’t home he would have waited. 

The two of you almost ran into each other on the steps in front of your house. You’d both had the same idea - you couldn’t stand being apart. 

“Steve,” his name fell from your lips like sweet honey and the boy almost melted at the sound. He’d been deprived of hearing your voice, of hearing you say his name for too long. 

“Sweetheart,” his honey brown eyes softened immediately as he looked you over and realized that you were okay. He hesitated, unsure of what he should do, what you would allow him to do. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, but also didn’t want to push your boundaries. But you didn’t hesitate to throw your arms around him, pulling him to your frame as tightly as possible. He was surprised by the warmth in your action but didn’t hesitate to return it. You buried your face in his chest, letting his touch, and smell overwhelm him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was muffled by the soft fabric of his polo shirt as he squeezed you just a little tighter, “I’m so sorry. I should have snapped at you and I shouldn’t have run away like that. ‘m sorry.”

“No,” he kissed the side of your head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the familiar scent of your fruity shampoo and perfume, “don’t apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“B-but,” you pulled back from him, and he could feel your body  shaking lightly as your lips trembled with effort as you tried not to cry. His large, warm hands cradled your face tenderly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the tears you hadn’t even realized had run down your face, “I was awful to you. You asked me a simple question and I just snapped.”

“You weren’t awful,” he promised and despite his reassurance, you still didn’t feel any better. It was almost infuriating how golden hearted he was sometimes, “we had a minor…hiccup, but that’s it. We’ll get through it.”

“Y-you’re not breaking up with me?” your lips were drawn into a pretty pout and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle fondly as he shook his head. You’d been slowly coming to terms with the fact that he was going to dump you and you were going to have to learn how to leave without him. But apparently that hadn’t even crossed his mind, “are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Why?” your question was so soft and sweet that it brought a smile to his face. You’d always be his silly, beautiful girl.

“Because I’m so in love with you,” he leaned in so he could brush his nose against yours, “and you don’t just quit on those you love. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily, sweetheart. When I said I was yours forever, I meant it.”

“I meant it too,” you whispered softly, “I love you, Steve. So much…”

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?” a huff of nervous laughter escaped his lips as you pulled back ever so slightly, creating a small but noticeable distance between your bodies, “sweetheart?”

“But…” he knew you so well, sometimes it was almost scary, “I just feel like…if you knew all of me, you wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“You really think that?” he seemed almost upset that you would think so little of yourself. He shook his head, wishing you would give yourself more credit than that. Wishing you could see yourself as he saw you, “there’s nothing you could do to ever make me love you less.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly, “what if - “

“I’m sure,” he put a gentle finger to your hands before you could even open your mouth to say anything else, “and don’t give me some random weird little thing hypothetical like if you were a murderer. I mean it - I love you as you are.”

“Okay,” you sniffled lightly, nodding your head, “yeah, okay. Do you wanna come in and we can talk?” 

“You sure?” this time it was your to lean in and you brushed your lips against his. He hummed in content, before putting his hands on your waist, his grip tight but protective as he deepened the kiss. You let him take control and let him kiss you dizzy until you were both breathless. He pressed his forehead against yours as his pretty eyes closed, long eyelashes feathering against your cheek, “I guess you are sure.”

“Positive.”

You gave him a soft smile before reaching for his hand and threading your fingers together. You opened the door, tugging him along with you. He easily complied, following you after without hesitation. Truthfully, he would have followed you anywhere and you wouldn’t even have to ask. 

“Come on,” you kicked your shoes off and bounced up the stairs, leading him up. He’d been to your house on several occasions, but this still all felt so new to him. He felt like he was going to see you in an all new light. At the top of the stairs you stopped and turned to him, offering him a shy, sweet smile. With you standing at the top and him on the step below you were the same height for once. That caused you to giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I really, really like you.”

“That’s funny,” there was a pretty little blush that crept into his cheeks as his big bright eyes watched you intently, “‘cause I really, really like you too.”

You were practically glowing as you padded down the hall with him coming after you intently. When you stopped at your bedroom door, you hesitated for a moment - he’d never technically been in your bedroom before. And that had been for a purpose before…in retrospect it all seemed so silly and childish. Why had you ever doubted Steve, even for a moment?

You opened the door slowly and stepped in, motioning for him to follow, but watching his face curiously to see how he would react. A pretty, bright smile spread across his face as he took it all in. Your space was tidy and organized, feminine to a touch, but the rest was all - 

“Oh,” Steve went to your shelf and looked at some of the hand-painted figurines that lined your wall. Your heart almost dropped into your stomach as you realized that his reaction was already mirroring that of your horrible ex-boyfriend.

“Steve-”

“This is so cool!” 

Oh. Oh. That wasn’t what you weren’t expecting to hear. He touched a few of the intricately painted fantasy figures before looking at the posters of the various bands you liked, the stack of books that are to be read on your desk, and collection of obscure vhs tapes that were waiting to be returned. He turned back to you, his brown eyes twinkling with curiosity as you simply shrugged in a small gesture as if to say ta-da. 

“Y-you’re not making fun of me, right?” you asked softly and he shook his head fervently. How you could not see that he was already so very whipped for you. 

“I would never,” he promised and that’s when you saw the mischievous little glint in his eyes, “I happen to like quirky little nerds quite a bit.”

“I-I’m not-”

“Oh honey,” tender affection laced his words as he wrapped his arms around you and picked you to spin you around. You shouldn’t help but giggle at his playfulness, “you don’t have to lie to me, or ever feel like you have to hide yourself from me. You, sweetheart, are totally a little nerd. I can’t believe that you felt like you couldn’t share this part of you with me.”

“Steve,” your eyes were teary, but this time the tears weren’t of fear or worry, but deep affection for the pretty boy in front of you, “it’s…not you. It was never you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently, his grip around you tightening as he tried to silently tell you that it was okay, that he wanted you to open up to him. You hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, “it’s okay if you don’t want to or you’re not ready, sweetheart. But I’m always here for you, and I'll be here when you’re ready.”

“I know,” you promised softly, “I trust you, Steve. And I love you.”

“I love you,” you couldn’t help but kiss him gently at that. You sat down at the edge of bed and he followed suit, his body pressed against yours as he reached for your hand and laced his fingers through yours. 

“You know it seems so silly,” you confessed, as you laid your head on his shoulder, “especially when I think about saying it out loud.”

“I don’t think anything related to your thoughts and feelings is silly,” his reassurance came in the form of a soft whisper and a kiss to the side of your head, “really.”

“My ex boyfriend he was…well, at the time I thought he was wonderful, you know? Like he was so wonderful and amazing, but in reality he was a huge jerk and wasn’t good at all,” you sighed heavily, but already felt the tiniest bit better even getting that much out, “he was kinda like that ‘all-american’ good boy, you know? He was the pretty boy jock and everything was appearances to him and looking cool and basically being some sort of mindless robot. And for whatever reason, I convinced myself that was okay for a long time. He was the first person to show any kind of interest in me and I guess I thought I needed that at the time.”

“Did he…was he-”

“No,” you shook your head, happy to at least dispel that much, “he just wasn’t very nice to me. He thought I was pretty, and he liked that I was smart, but he didn’t like much else about me. So, he basically told me that I shouldn’t talk about the things that I was into, the things that weren’t ‘cool.’ At first it upset me, but it was just at the time that I wanted to be accepted and liked. And that’s what I did, I just kind of shoved myself away and did what everyone else did.”

“That’s so…” he’d shifted his body so he was facing you, a hurt expression on his face as he processed everything you had said. You offered him a meek smile and a shrug of your shoulders, “fucked up. I can’t believe that anyone would do that to you, or say that your interests weren’t valid or acceptable.”

“I mean, I feel like it’s partially me too,” you confessed, “I could have walked away but I stayed with him. It just felt like…I couldn’t leave in a way? But now I realize just how stupid it all was. I could have just said no. But I didn’t.”

“But you can’t blame yourself for that,” he insisted, “we were all impressionable when we were younger but that doesn’t mean that we should blame ourselves for things that we did. Besides that, it just seems like he was a huge asshole and just wanted you to make him look good. If anything, he was just insecure about himself.”

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” you sighed softly, finding your boyfriend watching you with a tender expression, “one of the many things I love you about, Steve Harrington.”

“I mean, I am pretty rad,” he teased, running a hand through his soft brown locks, “but so are you, angel. Can I ask what made you break up with him?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly, “at some point I just realized that enough was enough. I’d gotten tired of hiding who I was and always having to be on eggshells around other people. So one day, I guess I had a moment of confidence because I just broke up with him. The worst part - maybe also the funniest - was that he didn’t even seem to care. He just said okay and that was that.”

“Wow,” Steve sighed as he shook his head, “he made the worst decision of his life, letting you just walk away. Thankfully, that worked out in my favor, because I got to meet you.”

“Yeah,” that was definitely the best part of all - you got to meet the love of your life, “I agree. Breaking up with him was the second best decision of my life.”

“What’s the first?”

“Deciding I needed to rent a bunch of movies on a random Tuesday afternoon and meeting the pretty boy that was working at Family Video,” he practically melted at the memory of meeting you, of you walking into the store like it was no big deal when in reality you had just knocked his entire world upside down. Steve was a romantic at heart, but he’d never believed in true love until he saw you. And then everything had made sense, it was like everything fell into place. He was looking at you with the sweetest expression and it made you want to hide your face with shyness, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” there was a teasing lilt to his voice that you adored, “like I’m in love with you?”

“Yeah,” you admittedly shyly, “like that.”

“But it’s true,” he insisted as you nodded.

“I know, Stevie,” you leaned in and he quickly got the hint as he pressed the most saccharine of kisses to your lips, “thank you for listening to me…and not, you know, judging me.”

“I would never,” you knew he meant it, “and I’m glad that you were able to share that with me. And I hope you know that you never, ever have to hide anything from me. I love you as you are, even all the little bits and pieces you don’t love as much.” 

“I won’t…I just feel silly thinking I ever had to hide from you,” you lightly groaned as yourself, “I know, and I have known, that you would never judge me or anything. You are much too good for that. I guess I just wanted to fit in and wanted you to like me. You’ve always just seemed so cool.”

“Me?” he scoffed playfully as you beamed at him, “cool? Have you seen the dorks that are my friends? I haven’t been cool since…it's been a long time, and honestly, I’m glad we didn’t meet back then. I don’t think you would have liked me at all.”

“Steve-”

“I mean it,” he insisted nervously, “I was umm…kind of a huge dick. I probably was closer to your ex than what I am now.”

It was hard picturing the man in front of you to be anything but the soft-hearted, kind-spoken person he was. He nodded and you touched his face, ghosting your fingers along his freckles, “what changed?”

“I don’t think I ever really did,” he confessed softly, “I think I just realized that I was going along with everything and looking for acceptance and love in all the wrong places. Turns out I had neither of those things back then and I realized that eventually. It just took a good knock on the head - literally and figuratively.”

“Oh my love,” you couldn’t stop yourself from climbing into his lap and wrapping yourself around him like a koala. You knew that Steve didn’t have much of a relationship with his parents, and it made sense as to why he loved his found family so much. He’d always just wanted love, as you had, “I guess we both were silly fools, huh?”

“Something like that…” he agreed softly, “promise me you won’t hide yourself away from me?”

“Pinky,” you held up your hand, pinky out as he laughed and hooked his finger around yours, “now it’s official.”

“Silly girl,” he brought your hand to his lips. He was quiet for a moment before his whole face lit up, “you remember my friend Eddie, right?”

“Of course,” you liked his friends, and you loved that he included you with his group of friends. They’d all been more than kind and you really enjoyed spending time with them, “I don’t think I could forget someone like him…”

“Yeah…” he nodded in agreement before both of you laughed, “he’s something. But - he’s really into Dungeons and Dragons, along with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. I don’t know if that’s quite up your alley, but I’m sure they’d love to teach and have you play with them.”

“I…that could be very fun,” your heart melted at the thoughtful gesture as you stole a few sweet kisses from him, “I’d love that.”

“I would have said something a lot sooner,” he teased playfully, “but one little dork didn’t want me to know her secrets.”

“I’m not a dork,” you pouted cutely; you both were well aware of the fact that you were a dorky nerd. He raised an eyebrow and the serious face you were trying to keep disappeared and you dissolved in a fit of giggles. Steve took the opportunity to take your face in his hands and peppered kisses all over your face, “fine, fine, fine! But - I’m just a dork, I’m your dork.”

“My sweet, pretty, wonderful little dork,” he praised and you couldn’t help but blossom under his sweet words, “I love you.”

“I love you too, handsome,” you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “so much, in all the ways.”

[via-l0ve]

Could I request general two-bit and dallas (seperate) smut headcannons if that's okay ^^

a/n: I LOVE HEADCANNONS!!! you ask and i shall deliver. 🫶🏻

warnings: honestly just pure smut. Random gen. headcannons of Two-Bit and Dallas in bed! smut is under the cut. you’ve been warned!

Two-Bit Mathews:

def has a thing for mutual masturbation

i feel like he says stuff like “my pretty little slut.” or “Taking me so well, baby girl/boy”

sometimes if he’s just so desperate for a fuck and he dosent have a lot of patience he’ll just slide your panties to the side and pound into you

drunk sex happens because my boy is SO touchy when he’s drunk :((

i feel like he’s lowkey into cockwarming

“jus’ slide it in baby.. oh fuck.. jus’ like that.”

moaning in ur mouth when you guys are making out 😩

did someone say hair pulling kink bc i heard it

if he’s giving you head and you pull his hair-

he’s making you cum like 4 times. sorry bb

will almost get you to cum and then stop and you gotta beg the man to keep goin

likes missionary and when you ride him

he likes doing it in cars 🤷‍♀️

i feel like he’d literally brag to Steve about it💀 but if that was something you were uncomfy with he would stop when he knew

i feel like he’s down to try just about anything tbh

he takes aftercare seriously and always wants you to get a drink of water

he seems like the type to doordash food afterwards or take you to a drive in and you guys just eat and chill

but he also loves to just cuddle and hold ya afterwards.

says “i love you” a LOT

I feel like he wants to know he’s doing good

DIRTY TALK.

“so good for me baby. taking my cock like this. fuck.. what a good girl/boy.”

“y’feel so good on my cock… i can never get enough of ya.”

Dallas Winston:

Spit kink !

spits on his fingers before driving them into you or will make you taste yourself on his fingers afterwards.

if you’re giving him head and you gag around his cock - his soul will ascend to the heavens

throat fucking you is like heaven to Dallas

LOVES teasing you in front of the guys without them knowing

you both cuddling under blankets and talking to the gang while he rubs your clit and fingers you

“you gotta keep quiet, doll. cant have them knowin’ what were doin’, huh?”

calls you a lot of nicknames

loves it when you moan his name

he loves cumming inside you or on your chest

whether you have big tits or a flatter chest, whether you’re male or female, dosent matter. Dallas will finish on your chest and he will take a mental photo of what that looks like to jack off to.

BEGS you to take pics in lingerie (or nude) so he can have ‘em to jerk off to if you’re not there.

bondage kink too

i think he’d like to restrict you to a bedpost and throat fuck you or have you suck his cock while he’s all tied up <3

he’d be willing to sub but he would rather be a dom

He would sub on some days though

if you’re into smoking weed i can imagine high sex happening

he’d never force you into stuff

Feelin like he’s got a little slapping kink

slaps your ass or your face (gently, and with consent!!) when you’re going rough

OVERSTIM.

he gets hard from js thinking about overstimulating you until you’re a crying mess, begging for a release.

“no, not yet baby. i know you can take one more. one more for me, yeah?”

multiple orgasms

he can be gentle if that’s what you want but i think he def likes to go rough a lot too.

he does aftercare, makes sure you’re hydrated and comfortable but saves most of the talking for the morning after.

i also feel like he’d take your panties off with his teeth 🤭

[babiemunson]

you're just a baby, honey, it's okay

eddie helps steve regress for the first time.

pairing: regressor!steve harrington x caregiver!eddie munson

word count: 1,278

content warnings: mention of blood, mention of a panic attack because of flashbacks to upside down related stuff, mention of old scars from bat bites, regressed steve is briefly upset

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it's been a pretty stressful week for steve when eddie brings up his big idea.

monday and tuesday brought with them a barrage of rude customers at family video. wednesday carried flashbacks to bats and blood, which in turn induced a panic attack that had steve gasping for breath. thursday started out okay, but in the afternoon, steve's scars started hurting and he had to lie down for the rest of the day. friday wasn't bad per se, it was just busy - after steve's shift, he had to help wayne munson move some boxes, then he picked up the kids from hellfire and brought them to his house for dinner. he only got some free time after sunset.

so on saturday, when steve is sitting on eddie's couch and trying to unwind, eddie proposes something.

"so you know how i get small sometimes?"

steve looks up at him, blinking. ever since he'd walked in on eddie coloring, something had changed between them - something good. it's easier to be around each other now. not that it was hard before, but now it's... open. a couple times, steve has even been able to look after eddie when the latter has been small. "yeah. why?"

eddie sits on the couch next to steve. "it can happen when i'm stressed or upset. and it really helps. when i get... big... again, i feel better, and calmer." he bites his lip, then reaches out and rests a hand on top of steve's. "i was wondering if- if maybe you wanted to try? being small? it might help."

steve's eyes widen. "me? nah, man, i can't do that. i gotta look after people. who's gonna look after me?"

"i could," says eddie, shrugging. "you take care of me when i'm small, right? i can return the favor."

"i..." steve frowns, slumping a little. eddie's hand is warm; it's making it hard to think. "i mean... okay. sure. we can try. promise you won't laugh at me?"

eddie does laugh, but only at that notion. "harrington. you've seen me sucking my thumb, babbling like a baby, and playing with kids toys. i don't think i'm in any position to make fun of you."

so it's settled: steve is going to be small. or at least try to.

eddie leads him by the hand into the bedroom, where they sit down on eddie's bed. "since this is your first time," he says, voice soft and gentle. "you might need some help. okay?"

steve nods. the way eddie's speaking to him is making his head feel fuzzy.

eddie's lips curve into a smile, and he tucks steve's hair behind his ear. "alright, stevie. i'm right here with you, okay? just take your time. we can look at books if you want, or play with toys."

"uhm... toys. toys sound good." steve has to really focus to speak. it's getting so difficult all of a sudden.

eddie reaches under the bed and pulls out a faded teddy and a dragon stuffed animal. "which one do you want, honey?"

the nickname makes steve's heart melt into a little puddle in his chest. wordlessly, he reaches out for the teddy, and brushes his thumb along its fuzzy head.

"good pick," eddie praises. "hey stevie, can you tell me how small you're feeling? you can use your fingers if you want."

steve swallows hard. "d...dunno," he manages. "nineteen, but s'like... like things are fuzzy. feel nineteen but kind of like a kid. s'this what it feels like?"

eddie smiles knowingly. "i think you're getting there." he brings a hand up and pets steve's hair. "like i said, take your time. you're safe, okay? i gotcha. just let yourself go. that fuzzy feeling? let it spread. you're okay."

steve's eyelids are getting heavy. he leans into eddie's touch. everything feels like it's fading away. "feels good," he murmurs.

"why don't you lie down, sweetheart?" eddie puts an arm around steve's shoulders and helps him lie down with his head on eddie's chest. "c'mere. is this okay?"

steve nods, cuddling closer. "s'okay. i like it."

he's not really tired. it's a different sort of fuzziness in his mind. and it's welcome.

*

eddie is pretty proud of his bright idea. it seems to be working. they stay snuggled up together like that for almost an hour, eddie stroking steve's hair and whispering softly to him. after a while eddie takes steve's hand again.

"how old are you now, stevie?"

steve takes his thumb from his mouth and holds up one finger.

eddie presses a kiss to the crown of steve's head. "you're so tiny. my little boy. are you hungry? do you want a sandwich?"

"mhm." steve nods, and lets eddie sit him up.

"okay. well, you just stay right here and cuddle with teddy, and i'll bring you back a peanut butter sandwich, how does that sound?" eddie ruffles steve's hair.

steve lights up, and nods again.

it only takes a few minutes for eddie to prepare the food - peanut butter sandwiches were his favorite after school snack as a kid, so he's pretty fast at whipping them up. he brings it and a glass of milk with a straw back into the bedroom. "here you go."

steve reaches out and takes the sandwich. he's too small, though, and he drops it back onto the plate on accident, which bumps into the glass of milk and makes a few drops splash onto the floor. the mistake makes him wilt; tears well up in his eyes. "uh-oh."

"it's okay! it's okay, stevie, don't you worry. you're just a baby, honey, it's okay. no biggie." eddie sits next to steve and dries his tears.

steve gazes up at eddie with the sweetest look on his face. "no mad?"

"of course i'm not mad, baby boy. it was an accident. i can clean it up. god knows worse things have been spilled on this carpet." eddie rests his cheek on steve's shoulder, rocking him side to side a bit before sitting back up. "you're all good. i promise."

steve lets out a shuddering breath, and then smiles tearfully.

"there's that smile," eddie coos. "here. i can feed you, if it's too hard for you to do it yourself."

slowly, steve gets through the sandwich, eddie lifting it to his mouth for every bite. he washes it down with milk - which eddie holds up for him to drink through the straw. when they're done, eddie grins.

"good job, sweetheart." he kisses steve's forehead. "was that tasty?"

steve nods, then yawns.

eddie melts. steve's just so cute - when he's big and when he's small. "oh, is it time for the baby boy to have his nap?"

"nap," steve breathes. he yawns again.

"alright. i'll tuck you in." eddie carefully helps steve lie down again, and tucks the blanket securely around him. "do you want the light on or off?"

steve blinks heavily. "on, pease."

"as you wish." eddie leaves the light on and goes to get a wet cloth to clean up the spilled milk. when he returns, steve is almost asleep, breaths having evened out. his eyes are open just a crack.

"ebbie?"

"yeah, honey?" eddie scrubs at the spill and is able to get it fairly clean. he tosses the cloth in his hamper.

steve gives one last big yawn. "stay wif me? pease?"

eddie's heart gets so warm. he climbs into bed next to steve and holds him close. "it's okay, stevie. i've got you. i'm here, and you're safe. you just go right to sleep, okay?"

but there's no response, because steve is already fast asleep in eddie's arms.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT!! cunnilingus with overstimulated reader and subby kappa who has an oral fixation and is basically super pussy drunk and eating the reader out is pretty much his favorite activity (like man could and would go for hours)

You know where it's at, nonnie! 🥴🥴

Worship II

Summary: Kappa thriving on his oral fixation.

Pairing: Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: -1k

Content Warnings: Smut 18+!, Kappa Being Such A Massive Service Sub, Kappa Being A Very Good Puppy, Oral (F Receiving), Tongue Fucking, Praise Kink, Affectionate Degradation, Talk About Collaring, Aftercare

A/N: Sometimes babygirl is a deranged cult leader 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @star-milk-tea @angelsanarchy @milsthouqhts @amayalul @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste

You've got my body, flesh and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

- The Summoning By Sleep Token

With your ass propped up on his thighs, your shaky knees dangling over his shoulders and his face buried deep in your almost aching cunt, you bit down hard on your lower lip.

"Fuck, Kappa, I'm going to turn sore when you keep sucking my clit like that." You groaned under your breath, the overstimulation easing off a little as drew his head back for a moment, his gaze searching yours.

"I know you just want to be a good puppy for me, don't you? But you gotta be a bit more careful, okay?" His plush, pink lips were covered in a shiny layer of your past two orgasms down to his chin as he looked at you with lust-blown pupils.

" 'M sorry, Ma'am. I got a bit carried away with it, no?" For a brief moment he gnawed at the inside of his cheek with his brows arched to a soft frown.

"Yeah, yeah you did, but don't you worry about it. Just be gentle." You chuckled softly, giving him a short nod to indicate that you wanted him to continue.

"Will do, Ma'am." He answered with a faint smile pulling at the corners of his lips before leaning back in again, the tip of his tongue now caressing your fairly overstimulated clit with careful kitten-licks, nudging it softly in between gentle kisses.

"That's it, Kappa." It spilled out of your mouth in a breathy moan, your sensitive nerves tingling with every touch of his tongue.

"Fuck, you really love eating me out, don't you? Such a perfect little puppy boy for me. With nothing else on his mind than to be of service." You looked down at the frizzy mess of his black hair between your thighs, followed how his face moved against your cunt and how his breath hitting your slik-coated folds sent goosebumps across your body.

"Uh-Huh…" His response got lost in your skin as he pressed another gentle kiss to your clit, his lips gingerly enclosing it.

"How long have you been worshiping my pussy now? 2 hours, maybe even longer?", You choked back a guttural groan as his lips hit that one overly sensitive spot in particular, "You've got such a pathetic, needy oral fixation. Always kissing, licking or suckling at me somehow like the perfect fucking attention whore that you are."

You felt him mewling into your cunt as the words pinched him right where they should.

"Craving my attention all around the clock, no? And getting oh so excited when I decide that you have earned yourself some.." You pushed further, trying to talk yourself out of the bubbling and boiling mix of overstimulation and your body getting ready to come undone for a third time.

The fine line of burning arousal and equally prickling, biting overstimulation fading further with every touch of his and you couldn't decide if you needed him to stop right nor or let him push you past the threshold. Instead, you instinctively squirmed and wiggled your ass, not exactly sure whether this was causing more friction or easing it up.

"Good God, Kappa, fuck!" I shot right out of your mouth as you involuntarily arched your back, your thighs caging his face between your legs whilst your fingernails drilled themselves into the sheets.

For a split second you were actually worried about choking him out for good but that thought, alongside anything else in your mind, got sucked into oblivion as the sore coil in your lower abdomen snapped, spilling your release all across his face as a croaked, almost pained moan erupted from the depths of your lungs and yet Kappa took it up a notch by shoving his tongue into your cunt right as your body started trembling. Your walls throbbed and contracted around his tongue as he tongue-fucked you through your orgasm and you forgot how to breath for what seemed to be an eternity.

"Fuck, Kappa." You whined, only slowly coming down from your orgasmic high as he gently slid your knees from his shoulders and pulled himself out of you with a wet squelch, his entire face lighting up in a blissed out expression as he looked at you with nothing but admiration in his eyes, your chest heaving up and down.

"Come here." You opened up your arms, inviting him into a tight embrace.

Following it, Kappa crawled over to you, resting his head on your chest and sighing softly as you pressed an avalanche of kisses to his forehead.

"You can't imagine how much I fucking love my perfect, little puppy boy." ,You raised your hand to the back of head to pet him carefully, "Getting me off again and again when I want you to.."

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck with a satisfied but thoroughly tired smile.

"You know, the other day, I thought about getting you a pretty, little collar. Maybe with a tag on it too so that everyone can see just how much I love you. Would you like that?" You noticed Kappa shifting a little, his body pressed close to yours.

"You'd do that? Really?" He whispered into your neck, his voice laced with excitement.

"Oh, absolutely. My perfect puppy deserves a pretty collar, doesn't he?"

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I’d love to see a fluffy one with Matt Murdock and f!massage therapy reader: after a really stressful week of work at the office and court, the reader offers Matt a full body massage and uses sandalwood massage oil for sensitive skin.

hii, I love this sm! I was originally writing this as if he was a client but I re-read your ask and hope I now got it right. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 @shermerclassclown

sandalwood

Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.6k

warnings || none just fluff

a/n || I had a dream about Matt last night and don’t think ive recovered today. also sorry it’s been so long since a Matt fic, I haven’t had many in my inbox

masterlist + rules

taglist

You have been in the kitchen all afternoon preparing for tonight’s dinner, just now finishing up on the final touches for Matt’s surprise meal. He’s been having a somewhat difficult week at work, so you wanted to treat him with something you knew he needed and something he’d desperately appreciate.

Hearing the front door latch open, you dart over to the hallway to greet him with a smile lit huge. “Hi, handsome.”

“Hi.” He replies sweetly, placing his stick on the hook with a slight soft sigh.

“You okay?” You ask, concerned as you watched him wince with each movement.

“Yeah, just a bit of back pain— nothing serious.” Smiling as kissed you. “Is that?—“

Softly chuckling in response. “Yeah.”

“I’ve been craving it, you always make it so well.”

“I must’ve heard your brain.” Smiling as you made your way back over to the unattended pot. Checking the time on your phone. “It needs to bake, it’ll probably be ready in about… forty, forty-five minutes. Which means I have enough time to give you a massage.” Sincerely looking over at him as you placed the dish in the oven.

“No-no it’s okay.” Hiding an uncomfortable expression as he twists his torso.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Go strip, I’ll get the table ready… do it.” Tone stern and loving as you ushered him along. “I’ll prep up over here, okay?” Making directional movement to the empty space by the stairs.

As a massage therapist and girlfriend, it felt like your duty to always make sure his muscles were loose and relaxed. However, sometimes that was slightly difficult with his line of work and nightly activities, but that never seemed to faze you. You loved to massage Matt, it gave you a sense of comfort knowing that he wasn’t physically hurting.

Matt returns to the living area in a towel draped around his lower half. Giving him a playful whistle, you guide him onto your travel massage table. “Is that ylang-ylang?” Grinning as settles his face between the gap.

You smile, adjusting the volume of the new-age instrumental. “Good nose… now you gotta be honest with me, okay? What hurts?” Speaking softly as you analysed him.

He wryly chuckles. “…everything.”

Offering him an emphatic smile, you pull out his most favoured oil. Pouring a small amount of sandalwood in your palm, you rub them together and stroke firm but gentle pressure up his back. Working delicately around his sore spots as you rub your palms over his tender muscles. Smiling to yourself when you hear him sigh in relief.

Focusing on his tense shoulders, loosening the tension as you pull out the knots, working carefully as to not hurt him. Shifting weight as you now move over to his pained upper arms, gently working out the ache from the numerous punches he’s been throwing all week.

You wanted to give Matt a full body massage, just like he deserved. Treating him with tender love and care as you worked out all the stresses from this week, carefully rubbing any and every pained area.

After you had finished, you gave him a quick wipe down to remove the stickiness of the oil, this was something you did meticulously as you knew Matt was often easily irritated by the uncomfortable residual feeling. Helping him sit up, you give him a loving hair ruffle and tender kiss.

“I’ll go finish up dinner, you go wash or do whatever you need to.” Smiling earnestly as you packed away your oils and lotions.

He stands upright and rolls his shoulders, visibly relaxed as he grins at you. “Thank you, sweetheart, I feel so much better.”

“Of course. Anytime.” Kissing his cheek sweetly. “Dinner will be ready in five.”

@mattymurdock1021 @ch3rries-n-cream @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky

[rueanaddict]

Take daddy

permise: according to harry you were a distraction and now you have to be punished

pairing: DOM! harry styles x f!reader  /one shot/

warnings: smut- contains daddy kink, praise kink, oral sex [male receiving], unprotected sex, fingering, vibrator using, degradation, overstimulation, swearing

word count: 2186

English it’s not my first language so if there are any mistakes here I’m so sorry.  

I hope you’ll enjoy it

You were sitting with Harry in his dressing room watching him get ready for the performance. There was a slight sigh as you lay down on the little couch.

-’’Everything okay my love?’’- his caring voice echoed in your ears.

-’’Yeah, I’m just bored. We’ve been here for almost 2 hours and I don’t do anything except staring at people who style your hair or make you look more attractive.’’

-’’I’m sorry... Is there anything I could do to make my baby feel better?’’- he sat down next to you.

-’’Actually...’’- you started crawling helplessly towards him.- ‘’there is a few things...’’- you straddled him and began to place gentle kisses against his neck.

-’’Ohh darling you know we can't now.’’ 

-’’But I would like to taste you so much."'

-’’So desperate and needy for my cock huh?’’- you gasped softly in response. You couldn’t stand the pain between your legs anymore and started rubbing against Harry's hardening cock. His big hands rest on your ass to stop your movements. 

 -’’Look at yourself... so greedy and begging for me. You gotta be patient darling. Daddy can't fuck you stupidly right now. I know my filthy baby has needs but you have to wait a little longer okay?’’

 -’’But I wanna feel you inside of me.’’- you whispered in his ear. 

 -’’I know but don't worry baby daddy will fuck this little pussy later.’’- with these words, he left you alone in the room.

A moment later you went to the area where you could watch his performance. You liked being able to watch everything from a place that wasn't too crowded. All the time you were only thinking about how badly you want to be ruined by Harry. You imagined his muscular body hovering over yours. His hands touching every part of you, avoiding that one area where you need him the most. 

You loved how comfortable and at ease he felt on stage. Sometimes too at ease... His constant glances at you were overwhelming. You didn't have a moment of peace because Harry wanted to make sure you were watching him all the time. And it was so. You couldn't take your eyes off his perfectly sculpted tall figure. The way he moved made you shiver. His exposed chest with a visible golden cross rising with every inhalation, hands adorned with massive rings, hips moving to the beat of each new song. It was all driving you crazy. 

Time passed and your excitement continued. Harry saw you writhing and you couldn't stand still. He knew he was the cause of it. That was pleasure for him to teasing you so much. This man knew exactly what and when to do to make you more needy every moment. It was only a few seconds, and it seemed to be an eternity because of the intensity with which he licked his fingertips, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. 

-’’Holy shit.’’- you said silently.

...

When you got home you went upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. You left the door open so Harry could easily follow you. Suddenly you felt hands on your waist.

-’’You think I forgot about you, huh?’’- he said in the crease of your neck.- ‘’You were such a unbearable brat today.’’

-’’I was unbearable? With all due respect, it wasn't me who acted like I was horny and sexually frustrated in front of thousands of people all evening.’’

-’’What did you just say?’’- his tone changed to a little more firm.- ‘’Ohh {your name} you are so rude to me. If I were you, I would be careful about the words that come out of those pretty mouth. You don't want to make daddy more angry hmm?’’

-’’man go fuck yourself”- you came out of the bathroom straight into your bedroom. Why did he have to be so dominant? You were annoyed by his confidence at times, but on the other hand, it was so appealing.

Suddenly Harry blocked your way with his body. He just glared at you with rage and lust.

-’’on your knees’’

Silence filled the room. You did as he said. You had a perfect view of his bulge. His dick was begging to get out of his pants.

-’’Why don’t you use those pretty dirty mouth to make daddy feel good huh?’’

You helped him take off his clothes by leaving little kisses on his body. Now he only had a pair of black boxer shorts with cute white buttons in front of you. You started to stroke him gently. Harry at the sensation slightly tilted his head back, suppressing a groan at the same time. You slowly pulled the soft material off his hips. His huge cock popped out hitting his stomach. You actually drooled at the sight of what he was in need. You took the tip of it in your mouth and licked off thoroughly all the pre cum that was there. You spat in your hand and began to slowly pump his length. You licked his whole cock while listening to Harry's guttural low moans. Why not tease him a little?

-’’Why did you stop?’’- he asked clearly nervous.

-’’I don't know ... I guess I just got bored.’’- you loved to tease him like this. You wanted him to get angry and treat you like his dirty little slut you were.

-’’I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth right now so you better open them.’’- you nodded gently at no in response. You were staring straight into his eyes, in which rage settled.

-’’Okay then, I’m done with this shit get up.’’- he pulled you onto the bed, hovering over you. He began to take off your clothes, placing messy and wet kisses on your body. You couldn't get anything out of yourself except a little pathetic moans. When you were already in the only soaked panties, he began to look at you lustfully.

-’’My poor baby, you've been waiting all day for daddy to take care of you, right?’’- you replied with a desperate groan.- ‘’C’mon let's get rid of that hm?’’- he took off your little panties and tossed them on the corner of the bed.- ‘’Spread your legs and show me that needy little pussy. Let me take care of all this mess.’’

-’’mhmm’’

-’’Use your words darling.’’

-’’Daddy I want you to make me feel good.’’

He immediately put his two long fingers into you and began hitting your favorite spot hard while gently rubbing your clit. He leaned to kiss you passionately. You grabbed his face gently, thereby showing him not to stop. He added one more finger and started pumping faster. The sounds of thrusting his finger in and out of you in hard motions echoed throughout the room. It didn't take long for you to feel like you were cumming.

-’’Daddy I need to...’’

-’’Not yet.’’

-’’I can't stop it!’’

-’’Darling if you cum by now daddy will be mad and believe me you will regret it.’’- these words made you want to cum even more, and a wave of pleasure flooded your body. Your legs trembled with the pleasure you experienced and your chest rise as you calmed your breath. He noticed your condition and started reaching out towards the nightstand.

-’’Wha... what are you looking for?’’

-’’I told you that if you cum you gonna regret it my love.’’- you looked curiously at what he was looking for. After a while you saw your vibrator in his hand.

-’’Ow...’’- you sighed slightly.

-’’Something's wrong my love?’’

-’’No, it’s fine.’’

-’’Come here.’’- Harry pulled you onto his lap. You were sitting on his lap now, with your back against his chest.

-’’Spread your legs for me baby.’’- you hesitantly did what he told you to do, first putting one leg and then the other to the side. As you sat on Harry like that, you could feel his fully hard dick now rubbing against your soaked pussy. You had a perfect view of the shape of his cock in boxer shorts. Harry lightly pressed the vibrator to your pussy and you instinctively pulled your legs towards you.

-’’You think I don't know what you do with it when I'm not home? You think it's easy for me to be outside thinking you're playing with your little pussy without my permission?’’

-’’I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to disappoint you...’’

-’’Ohh of course you didn't want to darling but now it's too late to apologize.’’- he said and then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against your throbbing clit.

Your barely enduring pussy throbbed with every second, getting more and more wet at Harry's thighs.

-‘’I can't, it's too much.’’

-’’Of course you can baby. Show your daddy how pretty you can squirt.''- you gave him little moans and sighs in response. You weren't able to put a sentence correctly because of the pleasure he was giving you.

-’’Such a needy little slut for me.’’- he spoke leaving wet kisses down your neck. You knew that he would probably leave a few hickeys there, showing by that you’re his and only his.

-”H... I think I’m close...”- you cummed hard soaking Harry's fingers and thighs in the process. He rested his head on your shoulder and admired your pussy.

-’’Look what a mess you made baby hmm??’’- he looked at you a moment longer, then put the vibrator down in the corner of the bed. He took you off his lap and put you on the sheets.

-’’Get comfortable darling we're not finished yet.’’

He took off his boxer shorts, releasing his swollen cock. Every time you had sex you wondered how a dick can be so pretty and so huge. The shape, the veins all the way, how thick it was, everything about his cock was so appealing. Harry scrambled over your body, leaving kisses on your tits while tugging at your nipples.

-’’You look so pretty under me you know?’’- he said looking into your eyes with a slight smile. You blushed cutting eye contact. You grabbed his hand gently stroking it, letting him know you liked his compliments. Harry directed his fingers towards the inside of your thighs, gently rubbing your soft skin. He used his fingertips to part your legs very slowly, thus giving himself access to your throbbing pussy.

-’’So wet and ready for me.’’

He pushed his cock in, giving you time to adjust to his length. As you squeezed his hand to signal that he could move on, he slowly began to push his dick further.

-’’Please faster...’’

-’’I have to tire you a little.’’- he said, softly laughing at your reaction.

As you asked, he started to pick up the pace with each passing moment. He came to the point where with inhuman speed he pushed and shoved his cock out of your cunt. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. You felt so good having Harry inside you.

-’’You're so good with daddy's dick.’’- a delicate sigh left your mouth at his words.- ‘’so tight, all mine...’’

His harsh and hard thrusts made you feel him deep inside of your pussy. You groaned louder each time he hit harder on you.

-’’Atta girl you're doing so good.’’- because of his constant praise everything started to pile up and your pussy tightened around his cock.

-’’C’mon baby I want to hear you calling out my name.’’

-’’Harry please fuck me like that...’’- moments after these words you both cummed and you felt sperm pouring out in your pussy.

He made a few more sloppy thrusts and fell against your body, hugging your chest. You stuck your hand in his soft curls, slowly stroking them with your fingertips. You scratched his head a little and he rose slightly on his elbows. He pushed back the strands of hair that stuck to your face while stroking your cheek.

-’’Alraight girl let's wash you a little.’’- he got up and headed to the bathroom for a towel. When he came back he gently spread your legs and began cleaning up all the mess he had made.

-’’This is awkward...’’- you said, gently starting to close your legs.

-’’Why? What's awkward about wanting to take care of my beautiful girlfriend?’’- he smirked.

-’’whatever...’’- you smiled at his compliment.

When he finished cleaning you, he kissed your inner thigh.

-’’thanks’’- you said silently.

Harry laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

-’’Wasn’t I too harsh?’’- he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

-’’No, you were perfect.’’

-’’{your name}?’’

-’’yeah?’’

-’’I love you.’’

-’’I love you more.”

-’’Now go to sleep, you need to get some rest.’’- he said, taking your hand in his and kissing it.

-’’Goodnight Harry.’’

-’’Goodnight darling.’’

[quietlyimplode]

Tony/Nat

“Can you do it? My hands are shaky”

Thanks Anon. Can be read as either pairing/friendship o think your choice. I love their dynamic so much -<3

Black Widow Fest 2023 -Ask Game

Warnings: discuss of past nightmares

Word count: 496

Pairing: Tony and Nat

Debrief

“Can you do it? My hands are shaky.”

Tony lays bare chested, the cut on his shoulder weeping and bloody.

“How would you even do it, even if they weren’t?”

Natasha wipes the blood away, trying to be gentle even as he flinches away.

“Stop being a baby,” she admonishes, “it’s four stitches max. Or maybe glue.”

She wipes it again.

“Ow,” he complains.

“Glue?”

Tony looks back at his shoulder and groans.

“You changed the arc reactor, by yourself, for over 6 months and this creeps you out?”

He shrugs, groans again, and pouts.

“That was different, that was, ow. Give me some warning.”

He feels the gentle hands touch it again, and shuts up.

“Thanks,” he says softly.

“Tony, where’s Pepper?”

He doesn’t want to talk about it.

He gives her a half smile and looks down.

“She. She uhh, had to go away for a bit. I… I accidentally set one of the suits on her in my sleep.”

Natasha frowns.

“What? How?”

“She’s okay,” Tony clarifies quickly.

“I.. I shut it down and there’s a fail safe where they break apart. But. Yeah. She… uhh. I didn’t feel safe until I’ve reprogrammed them. But. Yeah. She just needs some time.”

She hands him back his shirt, and shaky hands do up the buttons.

“I once strangled Clint in my sleep,” she confesses, sitting next to him.

“What?”

“Yeah, I uhh, had a nightmare and he tried to wake me. Turns out I didn’t realize it was him, until I fully woke up. I didn’t go back over to his apartment for a month, and even then I worried about falling asleep near him.”

She hands him the bloody cloth, and bumps his shoulder.

“It happens. Apparently. To people like us.”

He makes himself small on the couch, and Natasha feels sorry for him. They clearly haven’t had all the talks that she and Clint have had around nightmares and strategies to wake each other up.

“People like us?”

She shrugs.

“People prone to nightmares.”

He can’t help but smile at the oversimplification.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe have a talk to her, don’t let it fester.”

Tony stands and moves to the kitchen and offers her a bottle of water, then throws it when she nods.

“Okay.”

“She’ll be back Tony, I promise. You guys are like magnets, always pulling and pushing.”

He shrugs and winces again.

“Either that or because we run a business.”

Natasha laughs and takes a sip.

“Yeah or that.”

He holds his hand out.

“No more shaking.”

“Adrenaline’s gone huh?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Feeling tired?”

He sometimes hates Natasha’s spider senses.

“Yeah, but we gotta go back to Fury and report on what we found.”

Natasha stands.

“Rest Tony, I’ll do it. It’s the least I can do.”

Tony sighs. “Nah I’ll come with you. Otherwise I’m left here alone with my thoughts and a workbench. And nobody wants that.”

He throws her the keys.

“You drive though yeah?”

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