#the face cuping

[youchangedmedestiel]

Cas wasn't touch starved before, but he was once he knew how it felt to be touched by humans Dean.

[kittsch]

ranking cod boys' intimacy style from gentle to rough feat: 141 + los vaqueros + others reader: afab, implied different readers for each cw: explicit smut, kink, fluff, pretty tame imo but lmk if you'd like something tagged NSFW BELOW CUT * MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

1.) the gentlest, surprisingly, is ghost. make no mistake, he'll absolutely fuck the daylights out of you if you ask him to -- would enjoy it, too. but as simon riley... honestly, this man is touch-starved and nearing forty. he is tired, baby. coming home from deployment, first thing simon does is shower (knows you hate the smell of war on him), then take a fat nap with you. if you're in the middle of something, no you're not. he'll literally scoop you up and fireman-carry you to the couch or bed, whichever is closest. simon loves holding you, wants to be touching you all. the. time. his favorite way to nap is wrapped around you like a fitted sheet; skin on skin, nose in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. loves it even more when, later, he gets to wake you with soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck; the flat of his palm sliding down the gentle swell of your tummy, cuping you through your sleep shorts. simon likes you best like this. how you just... melt into him, still sleep-sodden and docile. it's one of the few things that feels right in his life. chemically, cosmically, karmically (somehow--simon doesn't think he'll ever feel like he earned this. you. that he'll ever really deserve to be yours). he takes his time; fucks you slow with his fingers, savoring your muted whimpers as he grinds into your clit with the heel of his hand. to simon, watching you come apart in the firm circle of his arms is kin to a fresco on a ceiling; a sliver of the divine, and he, a sinner, doomed to watch heaven from afar. but by some small miracle, you offer him salvation. when you cum, it's with his name on your lips, so round and lush with love, and fuck--if that isn't the thing to save him, then nothing will.

2.) second is rudy. sweet, sweet boy. he sees you barefoot in a sundress one time. one. that's all it takes to precipitously shift the trajectory of his life to one where he wifes you up and makes you a mother, in that order. you're the first person he's ever envisioned having children with -- the only one he thinks knows will be worth risking everything for. and once that mental picture settles in his mind, it’s all he can think of. it becomes his sole mission to get you under him and fill you with him til it takes. rudy is a missionary guy through and through--wants to see that pretty face, cariño so he can watch your cheeks and chest flush when you're about to cum. and the cute way your lashes flutter ("como alles de pollila, mi amor. fuck--") as he bottoms out in your sweet pussy, stretching you so good. and you're always so good for him -- wrapping your legs around his waist and tilting your hips to take him deeper, deeper. but god help you when he succeeds in knocking you up, you’re never getting a moment alone. consider rudy glued to your side for the foreseeable future. can’t seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself, either. doesn't matter that you’re uncomfortable and prickly and prone to random bouts of inconsolable crying at the worst moments. he takes it all in stride. his love is steady, solid. once, you blurt out something to the effect of i'm never going to be attractive again, my body is gonna be ruined by the end of this. and rudy (after a beat) laughs. pulls you forward til your face is buried in his chest, cradles you there when you try to squirm away. tells you he's literally so attracted to you right now he feels like he should be on some sort of list. he's watching you build a new human being inside your body. you're fucking powerful. he can't imagine anything sexier.

3.) next up is könig. from jump, he adores you; the way you smolder at the edges, the unwavering bite of your tone. kleine katze, such pretty claws you have... and he's perfectly content to settle for admiring you from afar; but where others shy from him instinctually, finding his size and perpetual quiet off-putting, you don't. seem to gravitate towards him because of it. you touch him with a gentleness that should feel foreign, but actually feels like home. this man is fucking gone for you. loves you in a way that irreparably and fundamentally changes him. may or may not have cum more than once to the thought of you: hips bucking desperately into the clench of his own fist. but he knows precisely nichts about romance, even less about flirting. has no idea you've been trying to get his attention for months. ultimately, you have to make the first move. and you do--crawling into his lap one night in a grimy off-grid safehouse after a mission went the wrong kind of sideways. when you draw up the mask he goes rigid, tense; but he almost lost you today. (thought for one endless, horrific moment that he had.) so he lets you pull back the mask--lets you see his face. and when you finally kiss him, it pulls a kind of sound out of him the likes of which he's never made before. a desperate, animal keen that claws at the walls of his chest. and könig's a gentle giant, but he is giant. you're both too hasty the first time; too desperate for closeness to prep properly, so it hurts when he bullies his cock inside you. he's significantly bigger than any of your previous partners -- twice as thick and several inches longer -- and by all rights shouldn't fucking fit inside you, but you're both tenacious enough to make it work. könig is certain salvation resides in the gummy clutch of your cunt when you take him to the hilt; shuddering as you cum around him from nothing but the way his cock stuffs you full and the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit. it's so unbelievably hot, he cums on the spot; not needing friction or movement when he has you clenching down on him like that, scheiße. after, he takes care of you--holds you close to his chest til your breath evens out and you slip into the dreamless, black pool of sleeping.

4.) alejandro, my love. truly a man of passion. it's a long process seducing you, and he enjoys every minute of it. loves finding new ways to get you to blush almost as much as he enjoys fucking you til you're blubbering and cock-stupid. almost. he likes the idea of having a family with you, but is less pernicious about it than rudy. he knows how he feels about you; is confident it'll happen someday. that said, this man's breeding kink knows no bounds. the mating press was built for him; the perfect mix of intimacy and intensity, where he can look you in the eye as he ruts you so deep you can feel him in your fucking throat. also the most likely to suggest expanding your sexual horizons. frankly, alejandro is bisexual as fuck. loves the idea of you getting railed by another man (perhaps rudy, winkwonk) while he watches; loves the idea of you taking the both of them at once even more, but it's always about you. your comfort and pleasure is paramount, and he'll go to unfathomable lengths to make sure your needs are met. happy wife, happy life, he says, hauling you into a deep kiss when you point out that you're not technically married, yet.

5.) alex is the perfect equilibrium of rough and gentle. initially respects you as a colleague, maybe a friendly acquaintance. internally, he finds your competence and no bullshit attitude deeply attractive, but he's a consummate professional; would never put you into a position where you'd feel unsafe (outside of the obvious dangerous shit you already do). and then--he sees you shoot a gun. the way your body slides liquid-smooth into weaver, the easy roll back into isosceles in the recoil... it gets him so fucking hard so fucking quick. he has to physically remove himself from the range and rub one out in a bathroom stall, images of those firm hands pumping his weeping cock pulling him over the edge. images that don't fade, to his chagrin, even after the initial arousal is dealt with. every time he sees you, it just... pops back up, so to speak. he keeps it locked down as best he can, but fails pretty comprehensively at doing so. alex finally breaks after catching one too many recruits staring after you when you walk away (fuckin' animals--only he's allowed to do that). he seeks you out when you're both off the clock and ends up fucking you on top of one of the washing machines in the base's communal laundry room. the epitome of soft dom, comes pre-programmed with an obligatory daddy kink that you absolutely abuse to get your way. takes you out to nice restaurants seemingly for the express purpose of fucking you in the fancy-schmanzy bathroom. honest-to-god almost passes out when you choke on his cock for the first time; begs like his life is on the line for you to do it again, please, please--oh, fuck baby, yes. that experience reveals two truths to him: one, that he might be a switch, and two, that he might just have to marry you.

6.) now, keegan is a pretty tough nut to crack. it's hard to read him initially, even without the mask--but once you pick up on his tells, he's an open book. and that book wants you upended on the couch within seconds of you both entering the room. initially its just sex; a shared need to vent some frustration and stress. keegan is very private, mostly due to social discomfort and introverted tendencies. in the early days of your relationship, it manifests as him keeping you at a distance. for the first few months, he only ever kisses you when he's balls deep, and leaves after a five-minute come down. you rectify this through sheer persistence and charm. it's clear to you (far sooner than it is to him) that he's weakest to you when you give him big, sweet doe eyes and ask real pretty. this little trick works particularly well when you're riding him slow over the course of an hour, grinding down each time he bottoms out, til he's shuddering and begging you to please go faster--ah. f-fuckin' hell, kid, you're so tight, so good, fuck. when he cums, it's with a crackling whine of your name that pulls the knot of heat in your belly, sending you over after him. then, exhausted and fucked out, he falls asleep with you in his arms. he's still there the next morning when you wake, expression open and lax as he watches you wake. it's the first time you see keegan without reservations, when you realize he's got a gentleness to him--a kind of poet's sensitivity meant for libraries, museum archives, and the kinder side of nature. all overwritten by force to survive, to complete his mission. once you've seen the cracks in his mask, there's no going back for either of you. very quickly, your relationship shifts from distant and transactional to deeply personal; a tenderness blooming in the same garden as the newfound dedication to one another. keegan doesn't say I love you for a long time, but you know he does--you feel it in the way his dark eyes find you in a crowd, always seeking your familiar shape. you feel it in the way he presses your bodies flush from tip to tail while he's fucking you, when being inside of you isn't close enough. you feel it when he, for the very first time, asks you quietly if you'll stay the night with him, because he sleeps easier when you're there. so you stay--the night, and all those that follow.

7.) oh, gaz. such a mischievous little shit. your friend from your training days, you two scrap like puppies over anything and everything. banter is the cornerstone of your relationship, one-upping being a close second. you delight and infuriate one another in equal measure, bickering amongst yourselves til one of you takes a swing at the other. price has reprimanded you both multiple times for horsing around, but you're never in any real danger--you work too well together. there's a kind of shared consciousness between you; a base-level understanding, two wolves hunting in tandem. still, ghost refuses to let either of you sit together on the heli; not since that one time your game of grabass devolved into full-on grappling on the tarmac. ultimately, one of your little tiffs goes too far; ends with you both laid out on a training mat, groaning into each other's mouth as you grind your hips together through your clothes. you both pretend it didn't happen for maybe a week--then it happens again. and again. and again. being 'together' is never something you actually discuss with kyle. it just... happens. much to the chagrin of your lt and captain, the bickering actually increases when you two get together; becomes more like foreplay you can get away with doing in front of your superiors. and if this man isn't an absolute goddamn menace when it comes to exhibitionism. when he wants you, doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a meeting. fuck it--it's happening, and it's happening now. very playful in and out of the bedroom, likes teasing you in every sense of the word. he edges you so long sometimes you nearly kick him in the head when he finally lets you cum. there's my girl--oh shi--ah, haah, good fuckin' girl. he's largely aloof when it comes to his emotions--not the best at verbalizing how he's feeling or what he needs. so instead, he shows you. he shows up every. single. time. kyle's your friend before he's your lover; your partner in (war) crime(s). he's always got your six, you've always got his, and what is love if not someone who'd die (and live) for you?

8.) soap proudly describes himself as a pleasure dom, which is mostly true. but he's got serious switch potential. which you know for a fact because fuckin' hell, does that boy whimper somethin' pretty when you throat him juuuuust right. he's such a 'tits' man, it's crazy. loves to hold you close, feel your breasts smashed against his chest while he drives deep into the tight clutch of your cunt. but most of all, soap loves being on his knees for you. this man definitely moans while he eats you out, tonguing your pussy like it's a mouth. he feels big in every sense of the word--in sex, in love, in anger. and make no mistake, he loves you deeply. you two have some serious yelling matches, storm about slamming doors til the neighbors threaten to call the feds, but it's just your way. you're both headstrong and stupid; arguments are bound to happen, and any unresolved hurt feelings get a solid patch-job from the frankly earth shattering makeup sex that follows. like rudy, soap wants a big family with you, and he knew early. actually doesn't tell you just how early til years down the line. how after your first official date, he called his ma and asked if she'd send his nan's ring, please? because he's pretty sure he just met his future wife. said ring which glitters on your hand now, as you reach over and flick his forehead teasingly. tell him he can stop trying to romance you, you're already married. and could he grab more diapers on his way home from work?

9.) as are all things with graves, your sexual relationship is about power. he's an asshole in the worst way--condescending, smug, underhanded, sneaky in his sexism so you always look like some hysterical woman when you retaliate. the kicker? it turns you on as much as it pisses you off. he's happy to string you along, work you into a lather just to leave you high and dry. lord help you once he gets a taste of you--bending you over his desk and cramming you full of his cock with precisely zero prep. he kisses you, loves you, fucks you like he hates you. because he kind of does--he just wants you more. graves loves it when you cry, wipes your tears with his thumb before forcing it into your mouth. coos when you offer your neck up to him--yeah? want my hands on ya that bad, sugar? gonna be a good girl for me, hm? fuck yeah you are--and proceeds to make you cum so hard you black out. your 'relationship' (which it is; ring on your finger a year in, a little one on your hip not long after) is intense. toxic. would be just downright miserable if it wasn't so fucking hot. you cling to each other with gouging force; a livid-blue kind of love, painful and permanent. he carries a picture of you in his wallet: a small polaroid of you in your wedding dress, ashing a cigarette with one hand while the other flips the cameraman (him) the bird.

10.) and the roughest of them all: price wants more than to love or fuck you -- he wants to possess you. he's so tightly controlled everywhere else in his life (has to be for his work), doesn't seem the type to lose his head over a bird. but when he meets you, something shifts. you're soft. impossibly good. flippant and stubborn as a mule, sure -- you drive him up the fuckin' wall with your headstrong antics. (so goddamn petulant. so sure you're fuckin' right.) but war and death hasn't stained your world, left your indomitable spirit unsullied and intact. which, unfortunately, means you haven't gotten a thorough education on the importance of discipline. price wants to consume your disobedience; crack your rose-tinted glasses under his heel, roll the ambrosia of you in his cupped tongue. he'll do more than make you fall in line -- he'll make you want to do it. it's really just a matter of time before he acts on it. when he does, it's decisive. unsubtle. he crowds you up against the door of your flat on a sticky summer night, brandy on your breath. sinks a hand into your hair, holds you steady as he brings your mouths together with bruising intensity. he fucks you before he ever makes love to you; sinks his teeth into the velvet of your shoulder as he crushes you flat to the tabletop using just his bodyweight. snarls low when you keen wordlessly, overwhelmed and empty-headed at the deep burn-sting of his cock stretching your pretty little cunt, the lewd slap of his thighs against your ass. he batters you til you're not sure what's sweat and what's tears; til your skin bears a mural to his cacoethes, all blue and purple like a deep west sunrise. til there's not a person alive who won't be able to see you're his. always have been, always will, right dove? go on--tell him. tell him who this pussy belongs to.

written by kittsch, do not repost. not to be used for bots nor AI of any kind.

[lukie17]

Eloping with the LA&DS

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Sylus & Caleb

🌟 Xavier 🌟

There was something mesmering about Xavier. His prince like mannerisms were a contrast to his jealous and possessive side. The perfect gentleman who wanted to have all of you, as if he were afraid that someone was going to take you away. Despite his inner turmoil, Xavier always gave you the chance to choose, to leave and come back as you pleased. Always waiting for you and when you always came back, he was over the moon.

You watch him sleep, the moonlight shinning in his lashes and face only made him look ethereal, like prince from a forgoten land. Moving closer to him, your hand draw the the line of his jaw, wondering how such peaceful man was one of the most lethal hunters. Everything about Xavier was a mystery, from his sleepiness to the way he always seemed to know more he let you know. And you were pulled like to a month to a flame, Xavier was everything you didn't know you ever missed.

As the prince opened his eyes, looking at the deepest part of your soul, a memory sparkled at the back of your mind. A distant voice that made a promise but it was never fulfilled, maybe that is why you said the words without a second thought.

"Let's elope and go to Uluru" Ulluru... What a curious place, you thought, but somehow it felt right.

His breath caught, Xavier quickly sit up, his lips almost over yours, in his eyes there was a hint of hesitation but also of hope.

"What did you say?" His voice almost above a whisper.

"Let's elope and go to Ulluru" your hands cuping his face "Xavier, let's elope. Let's be together...!!!!"

Tears fell from his face, like shooting starts but there was no sadness in them. Only a glimmer of hope and love. Xavier answered you by kissing you, his body caging you between his frame before pulling you. His hold gentle but firm, Xavier once had made the mistake of not reaching for you when he had the chance, and he was never going to make that mistake again.

Unknown to you, Xavier had now a reason to make to the next spring.

❄️ Zayne❄️

Zayne was a man of reason, of habits, everything had to be measured by a rule. He never let himself go nor give less than he could. Every single one of his plans was always followed by a strict rule, nothing came out of the spur of the moment. And when something out of his control happened, his approach was clinical, as if he had already had a plan.

But when certain Miss Hunter came to his life, he had to learn that sometimes it was okay to not have a plan, to enjoy moments that were chaotic but fun. Zayne had never a dull moment with you, you were the fire that drawn him in the middle of a storm. And for someone who's evol was ice, you certainly made him ignite from time to time, like you had just done.

His ears and neck were red, he took a sip of his excessively sweet coffee before asking you to repeat yourself. Mischievous as you were, you leaned forward, stealing one of his macarons, you were torturing him.

"Let's elope" you bit the dessert, cringing at how sweet it was "Let's run away, Zayne, just for one day. Let's not be Doctor Zayne nor Miss Hunter"

His rational side wanted to fight, bring you to your senses, but his heart? His heart was screaming, and his mind following the beat of his heart remembering that the had all of your important documents stored in his laptop. In an attempt to gain some sense of control, Zayne took what remain of the macaron and eat it, in the process taking your cup and drinking it as if it were his own.

There was nothing measured in your offer, and Zayne found himself craving into it. His mind already making plans about where you could to. The silence made you felt anxious, afraid of making some kind of mistake, but his reassuring voice grounded you once again.

"If we leave now, we might be able to arrive on time for the next train" His hand reaching yours and placing a kiss on your ring finger "Are you ready, my love?" For a man with ice for evol, he knew how to melt your heart.

Standing up from your place, you pulled him up, your legs already finding the way to the exist. The snowman behind you, smiling at your excited figure. How would know that a man like him would end up which such a treasure?

His devotion to you might never be able to take form in words, but his actions would always his heart. Zayne prayed that nothing would take you away from him, prayed that the sudden chill at the tip of his fingers would be ingored by you. Zayne would fight fate if needed to be by your side.

🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🐦‍⬛

There was nothing ordinary about this man. His mind always thinking about how to get the upper hand, but this time you managed to overpower him by just asking one phrase.

"Elope with me"

It was not a question nor a request. His usual playful banter died as his eyes landed on yours. There was not a single trace of doubt nor foolery in the eyes he loved to stare at. Only devotion and pure raw love. Sylus chuckled and take your hands in his.

"Are you sure, kitten?"

Sylus was giving you away out, he wanted to give you that option. His life was one marked with danger, that was all he knew, the risk , the thrill of doing something that could take his life any second now. You were a hunter, righteousn, pure and unique, and yet you chosed to love someone as twisted as him.

A kiss was your answer, the devotion in your eyes shined more that everything he could wish for. Sylus let himself loose in the way your lips captured his, savouring the warm before pulling away.

Thirty minutes later, you were riding his private jet. Sylus new about a place where no one would ask questions, the two of you will be just lovers who ran away. He saw you sleeping the way there, as if the thing you asked for was no big deal, as if you hadn't ask him to give himself away to you.

Sylus was finishing wrapping things up, Luke and Kieran would be taken the N109 zone, and with those two everything would be handled until your rendezvous have ended.

But you forgot something about Sylus, he liked big things, he was a man that was prepared for everything. His contacts on the island he knew, you would be free on where already working on a small venue. And the scarlet wedding dress that he had bought a weeks ago was already making his way there.

Sylus wondered how would you react to the dress. A dress he had tailores just for you, not that he had planned to give it you, it was spur of the moment think he ordered after he saw a tailor did. He had paid handsomely for that dress, so you would be the only one wearing it. But he never thought that you were only be wearing it for him alone. The drool of your face made Sylus chuckle, wondering his silly kitten had asked him to elope.

🍎 Caleb 🍎

It was a lazy afternoon and due to the injuries he had received during his last mission, Caleb was able to spend time in Linkon with you. Since it was a perfect day, Caleb had decided to go a picnic with you, now you were resting under a tree. His arms crossed behind his head while you were laying at the top of him, listening to his hearth.

Some part of you wonderer what would it be just to have a simple life, one where wanderers nor ever existed. One where your life was not at danger nor Caleb had to act as your human shield. Maybe he could have been a chef and you could have been something else, an artist, a lawyer or even a teacher. But the cold contact if his robotic arm told you that life could never be.

But maybe for one afternoon you could play pretend, you could go back to the times you and Caleb played at being mom and dad. Maybe you could go back at those times for weekend, a sudden rush of adrenaline pumped in your veins, and Caleb could feel it.

Before he could asked you what was happening, you raised and sat on him. Your hands holding his face before kissing him, there was no lust, just pure love that you felt for him. Caleb melted under your touch, you really having wrapped around your fingers. You almost laughed at the whimper he let out when you broke away, tracing his lips with your fingers you gave him no time to act.

"Marry me, Caleb. Let's elope"

His cheeks turned red, this was the first time he had showed you such expression, it was cute seeing him like this. Kissing him again, you hoped that he could understand that you were serious, you wanted him in the same way he wanted you.

An unknown cold slipped through your finger, you broke away, but instead of whimper there was a laugh. Caleb had used his evol to slip a engament ring, it was the most beautiful ring that you have ever seen, similar to the one you had draw so long ago.

"Fits just right in" he chuckled before pulling you for another kiss, this time spinning you around and pinning you behind him. He peppered your face with kisses, shock still present in your mind "I made myself" he whispered "This is my answer, pips" Then he pulled you with his evol, making his way to the exit.

"How long have you had this?" Your arms moved to his neck. Leaning into his warmth "It's perfect"

But he did not answer. How he could tell you that he had ring ever since the both of you turned eighteen? Hoping for the chance to ask you out and then ask you to be with him forever. Caleb was twelve when he realize that he wanted to be with you forever, that is why he always tried to best with you, there were other women out there but you were the only one for him.

[star-suh]

BasketBALLS

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: top mingyu, praise kink, protected sex, body worship, friends with benefits, pet names, some fluff sprinkled at the end, a bit of size kink, unrealistic amounts of cum lol, rimjob.

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through the semesters he studied in the university, mingyu has stood out as one of the best basketball players. he dominates the ball completely and is a good leader who listens to his teammates, which has helped them achieve victory on many occasions. that, in addition to his good physique and cold personality, makes many people admire him and aspire to be like him some day. however, when he is with yn, his best friend, he changes completely. goes from being a big fierce wolf to an adorable little puppy.

their relationship went quickly from friends to friends with benefits when they found out they share some things in common.. and that they're both horny bitches who shared a dorm.

in the rehearsals mingyu’s eyes were glued towards yn while playing with the ball trying to get his attention, “how was that, you like it” he asks yn with so much joy on him that the other can almost see little stars glowing on his eyes and around his face, “yes you were perfect gyu.. like you always are” yn pets his head and cheeks “you're so handsome” he later adds.

the basketball game continued, at the end mingyu's team won as expected, "hey mingyu, let's go celebrate" said one of his teammates, "umm well it's that... i'm feeling very tired… so you guys can go without me"; "okay captain but if you want to join us later we will be at the same bar as always" mingyu nods and then turns around and looks for yn, his eyes showed that he is hungry for pleasure, the excitement of the game going straight towards his cock, thank god his underwear was able to hide his erection well. both made eye contact, with just doing that yn knew what mingyu wanted and he willingly would give him that.

“fuck, you always hit the right spots” yn said in between moans and pants, “of course i havw to please my baby” he keeps on thrusting, the mixture of the condom's texture, his hips movements and the almost slow thrusts makes yn go crazy, mingyu definitely knows how to use his dick.

yn's hands went up and down mingyu's body, tracing every bulging muscle of his big arms, caressing his big chest and toned abs. “you're like a greek god gyu~ look at this amazing body.. a pretty boy with a pretty body”. yn lift himself up with his arms and started kissing the other's collarbones and chest, whispering sweet nothings to his ear, things like “sexy boy”; “you're being such a good boy for me”; “you look so hot all sweaty while playing basketball” turn mingyu on and tn knows it because he can feel his dick throbbing and growing inside him.

“am i being a good boy for ynnie?” mi gyu pouts while showering the other's neck with kisses and hickeys, “yes you are.. you know how to make me feel good.. you're amazing gyu.. i'm so proud of you~”.

mingyu lay down while yn took off the condom and began to masturbate him, "come on, mingyu, flex those arms for me" the bigger one obeyed. yn began to kiss each muscle. his tongue went from his armpit to his hand, tracing each vein with it, “you taste so good, i can't get enough of you” he said in almost a whisper tone “and you make me feel so good” mingyu added and the both kissed. some oiled were poured on gyu's body, yn straddle him and started massaging his torso “i love these tits, so fucking huge” he said while playing with them,groping them, slapping it gently, make them jiggle using his fingers or cuping them both with both his hands. he also pinches the nipples and occasionally kiss them or bite them.

moving onto his arms and abs he just again traced then with his fingers and gave them a quick massage. moving now to the legs yn grabbed each thigh and kissed them “i wish one day you crush my head with these” yn jokes. “not gonna lie that would be pretty hot, watching you squirm between my thighs” mingyu commented and seeing how close yn's ass was against his mouth he just started to suck it.

“now let's resume where we were before” yn slides down a condom with his mouth down mingyu's shaft and ride him. mingyu guided his ass using his big hands “this sloppy ass knows how to take dick so well”.

“you trained it so well” yn replies “fuck, i'm cumming” white sticky ropes were shooted on mingyu's bed sheets while the top came inside the condom still insidd yn moaning and grunting loudly like an animal. fucking with yn was one of the things mingyu enjoyed the most it was sensual and sexual, an undescribable pleasure that only them can give to each other.

mingyu struggle to pulled it out, it seems that he came a lot and the condom got stuck. and as ifni it was some kind of anal beads mingyu pulled it out slowly wanting to see his hole opening and closing with the cum-filled condom.

“so hot” mingyu says kissing one of yn's ass cheeks, let's take a shower.

in the shower they both rubbed and scrubbed each other's bodies, applied shampoo and soap as if they were a couple. “you know i've been thinking something” yn says with some concern in his voice, “what is it?” mingyu asks. “i just.. don't want to ruin the moment gyu…”; “just tell me ynnie it's ok”. “i-i think i'm in … love with you gyu” yn hides his face, tears threatening to roll down his eyes, he was getting ready to be rejected but instead he felt a pair of hands cupping his cheeks and a sweet, delicate kiss meeting his lips, “i love you too, i was planning to tell you later but you got ahead” he laughs showing that pretty smile, “come here give me a kiss”.

yn and mingyu kissed and hugged celebrating their new relationship, one must say they're probably the happiest people on earth right now.

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

dawwwww, does the big grumpy tough man just want a super secret soft wife mabey? 🥺😏 its okayyy, i wont tell anyone ;) indulge in all the cute things u want boo 😘

I don’t have to earn anything 🤨 I said praise me… I’m waitingggg 😊

You ain't gettin' anythin' outta squealin' like that.

I know. Why don'tcha beg me with a nice 'n cute face? I can just force ya to work afterwards.

[nightsmarish]

hiiiii this maybe weird but could i request a wolfstar x reader and she has like a lovey stuffed animal from when she was a baby she still needs to sleep with that she was trying to hide from the boys and how they’d react to finding out?? I love your writing :)

Poly!wolfstar x reader (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Reader) | 700+ words

A/n: a little short than I planned, but that's okay. Thank you for requesting, boo!

Tw: sleepy Remus, anxiety, first time the boys sleep at ur flat, kinda modern-ish, werewolf thing in implied a secrete r doesn't know? Kinda like a mid fic at best

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Most couples sleep over at eachother houses. It's completely normal. But, despite that fact, the nerves are eating you alive.

It was agreed before hand that the boys would crash at your place after your date. It is extremely late since the drive-in double feature ended at 2 a.m., and your apartment is much closer than Remus and Sirius' flat. Which means you've had ample time to hype yourself up, to tell yourself they won't judge you for sleeping with that bloody stuffed animal.

But now? Sitting in the passenger seat of Sirius' car with Remus half passed out with the nearly illegal amount of blankets and pillows the three of you brought? Your very not prepared for them to see the small stuffie.

Everyone stayed rather quiet throughout the car ride. Remus was already tired before the movies, probably because the moon was a few days ago, but you have no real conformation that affects him; all just speculation you've made the past few months of dating the boys. And Sirius is coming down from a sugar high, which leaves him calmer and more tired than usual. As well, with the added fact that he doesn't want to disturb your shared boyfriend as he goes in and out of sleep.

And the quietness stayed when the car parked infront of your apartment complex. Grabbing the blankets and pillows and helping a groggy Remus to his feet, the three of you manage to make it safely into your flat.

And while the boys just happen to conveniently be a bit distracted on assessing what blankets and pillows will be used to properly sleep in your bed, you sneak away to the bedroom.

There, laid out in the middle of your bed lays the little creature you've had for probably too long. You scurky on over to it and grab it, trying to quickly find a place that is both safe and well hidden for the night.

But, alas, one does not simply walk away from Sirius Black and expect him not to follow.

"Whats that, love?" Your shorter boyfriend stands in the door way, fluffy, dark green blanket in his arm. Behind him, in the living room, Remus is fighting, a little lazily, with two blankets that got tangled together.

"Wha-?" You glance down at the plushie in your hand, "This? Nothing. Nothing, why?"

Sirius quirks a brow, and dear Salazar, he can be intimidating; it's like his gaze is boring into your soul.

"Pads, leave 'em alone." Remus joins him in the door way, successfully having one of the two blankets.

"I'm not doing nothin' just wanna see who will be joining us tonight." He walks further into the room, throwing the green blankets onto the bed. Turning to face you again, gently grabbing your hip with one hand and cuping ome of your hands that holds the plushie, "assuming he will be joining us?"

You pause for a moment before practically melting into Sirius, who chuckles as he hugs your waist properly, "yeah- he's gonna join us. If that's okay." Your voice is muffled into the black t-shirt he's wearing.

"'Course, that's okay, dovey." One of the two is behind you now, having dropped the extra blanket on the bed as well. You can feel him press a light kiss to the top of your head from behind.

You move your head from where it laid on Sirius, looking at the two extra blankets that taint your bed. "I have enought blankets, we didn't need more."

The smile never leaves the boys face, letting go of you and landing unceremoniously onto your bed, looking up to you and Remus, "nonsense, darlin, how else will be over heat in the middle of the night?"

"We won't overheat in the middle of the night." The tall one gets in the bed as well, much less dramatically and soooo ready for bed.

"You are so confident in that." Sirius twists his body to see Remus getting comfy in the extremely messy bed, then glancing at you. "'Cm'on, doll, bring your friend and come join us."

A small smile graces your lips as you join the boys, one halfway to a dead sleep and the other welcoming you into his waiting arms after you turn off the bedside lamp.

[rocknroll7575]

Knight of Olympus

*Hestia "Died" and Jaune is seeing Vesta for the first time*

Vesta: I know your mad, angry, Furious and I won't say you're wrong because I am so just say it

Jaune:.....

Vesta *Tears in her eyes*: TARTARUS SAKE JUST SAY YOU HATE ME, THAT MY PHYSICAL PRESENCE DISGUSTS YOU, HOW I ABANDONED OUR DAUGHTER, HO-

Jaune*cuping her cheek and wiping a tear away*: Your as beautiful as the day I lost you

Vesta sat close to the fire, her amber eyes reflecting the flickering flames as she watched the food cook, the scent of roasted meat and herbs mingling with the crisp night air. The steady crackle of burning wood was a comforting rhythm, one that she had grown used to during these long nights under the open sky. Yet, the peaceful moment was disturbed by the soft sound of approaching footsteps.

From behind her, Jaune strolled closer, his presence made known not just by his footfalls but by the gentle tune he whistled—a familiar melody, one that carried warmth and nostalgia. For the Dancing and the Dreaming.

Vesta flinched, her shoulders tensing for just a moment before she forced herself to relax. She didn't turn to face him, though; instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the fire, willing herself to stay composed.

Jaune, unfazed, eased himself down beside her, his voice carrying the song’s opening verse in a soft, lilting tune.

"I’ll swim and sail on savage seas~ with ne'er a fear of drowning~ And gladly ride the waves of life if you will marry me~" His voice was gentle, soothing even, as he let the melody drift between them like the wind stirring the embers. "No scorching sun~ nor freezing cold will st—"

"WILL STOP ME ON MY JOURney…!"

A second voice suddenly burst in, far louder and more enthusiastic.

Jaune and Vesta both turned just in time to see Leo, grinning wide—until realization struck. His face turned red, his bravado melting into sheepishness. "Sorry…" he muttered quickly before dropping back into his seat, suddenly very interested in the dirt beneath his boots.

Jaune sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle before picking up where he left off.

"If you will promise me your heart~ And love…"

He trailed off, his voice quieting as his eyes flickered to Vesta. She still wasn’t looking at him. His singing faltered, his fingers tapping absentmindedly against his knee. Maybe he’d pushed too much—

"And love me for eternity~"

Jaune’s breath hitched as Vesta’s voice joined his, soft but sure. Finally, she turned to him, her lips curling into a smile.

"My dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me~" Her voice carried a warmth that made Jaune's heart thrum. "But I’ve no need of mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me~!"

Jaune grinned, the hesitation in his heart vanishing. In one swift motion, he jumped to his feet, taking Vesta’s hands in his own and pulling her up with him. She let out a surprised laugh as he twirled her, the firelight casting dancing shadows around them.

"But I would bring you rings of gold, I'd even sing you poetry!" Jaune sang, lifting her effortlessly before guiding her into a sway.

Vesta giggled, her laughter light and unguarded. "Oh, would you?" she teased, her eyes shining.

Jaune rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Shaking his head in amusement, he continued to sing, his voice rising with playful intensity. "And I would keep you from all harm if you would stay beside me~!" he cried, his tone filled with conviction as he twirled Vesta once more.

She laughed, the sound light and free, before falling into step with him, moving effortlessly as if the dance had been written just for them.

With a teasing smile, she took the lead, her voice weaving through the night air as she countered his verse. "I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry~! I only want your hand to hold~!"

Her words were met with a beaming grin from Jaune as he stepped in close, keeping in perfect rhythm with her. "I only want you near me!" he sang in response, his voice carrying a sincerity that made her heart skip a beat.

With a sudden spin, Vesta found herself pulled into Jaune’s arms, her laughter mixing with the warmth of his embrace. He held her close, his grip steady yet gentle, as if anchoring her to him. The fire crackled beside them, casting golden hues over their entwined figures, but neither seemed to notice—lost in the music, in the moment, in each other.

Then, voices rose around them, blending into the song. Jason, Piper, and Leo, unable to resist, joined in, their harmonies filling the night with a joyful chorus.

"To love and kiss, to sweetly hold~! For the dancing and the dreaming~! Through all life’s sorrows and delights, I’ll keep your laugh inside me~!"

The melody carried through the campsite, a celebration of life and love beneath the starry sky.

"I’ll swim and sail on savage seas with ne'er a fear of drowning~! And gladly ride the waves of life If you will marry me~!"

As the final note faded into the night, a peaceful hush settled over them. The song had ended, but the warmth it left behind lingered.

Vesta tilted her head up at Jaune, her golden eyes alight with something soft and fond. That same lovely smile, the one she always wore around him, graced her lips—effortless, natural, and breathtaking.

Jaune returned the expression, though his own was laced with something deeper. His gaze lingered on her, drinking in the sight of her face, her warmth, the quiet joy in her eyes. For so long, he had thought this feeling lost—thought he would never see such beauty again. But here she was, standing before him, illuminated by firelight and starlight alike.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, he saw the most beautiful sight he had ever known.

[fartcloudfartcloud]

Logan x Reader based on this video because holy fucking shit

Nothing crazy just porn, a little bit of like dom/sub dynamic i think, lots of teasing, 1 (one) slap as per the video, abrupt cut off cause the video cuts off sorry I got lazy

Logan knew he had you all to himself. He didn't need any fancy strings or bowties to prove that to anyone.

He also knew that if he outstretched your arms to the sides and told you to keep them there, you would without a word. well, maybe a word or two at some point, but you would never falter.

So devoted, always doing just as your told.

Unfortunately for you, though, Logan also knew you looked absolutely jaw dropping in some chrome, particularly the kind that held you in place and left you no space to argue.

That's how he's gotten you here, each of your wrists bound by their own set of cuffs, then bound to the matching bed post. The bed was wide, and the cuffs gave you only enough room to lift your head in inch or two without pulling your arms off.

His thick, muscled legs are split over your waist, his cock bouncing off your sternum as he bends in half to sloppily make out with you.

You were flushed red and panting, something about having the privilege of tasting his tongue and feeling the warmth of his cock all at the same time lending to be all too much.

He pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connected you two as you pant into eachothers mouths. He hovers just slightly above you, letting you desperately chase his lips as he keeps them just slightly out of your reach, teasing you as you cry out.

You whimper out a soft "Logan..." before hes diving in and devouring your lips again. Hes bashful like this, his hands gently caressing down your cheek and cupping your face, hold your chin up as he pulls away.

His eyes are on your face, but yours are quickly falling down to the member inches from your mouth. You crave it like an addict, your fix being dangled in front of you like some sort of cruel torture method. it has you whining, please Logan, wanna taste, and sticking your tongue out, just short of making contact.

He laughs, rocking his hips a few times and allowing his rock-hard length to bounce between your tits in a memorizing pattern before he's up on his knees, hastily trying to force himself down your throat.

You have to arch your back in an odd way to let him slip down your esophagus, trying to give him as much space as possible in your mouth.

You're really only able to take his tip in short strokes before he's bringing his palm down and tipping your head back. Your pretty eyes now beam up at him like stars as he teases your mouth with his cock, bouncing the tip off your tongue and lips as he lightly brushes his fingertips over your cheeks and chest.

You try to chase it, to use what little movement you have to pop him back into the heat of your mouth, but his teasing doesn't relent.

You poute and whine, his length now out of your reach. His hand gently rests under your jaw, tilting your empty mouth and eyes up to be face to face with him again, it's intimate and arousing and God do you need his cock bad.

"Just cant get enough, huh?" He murmurs. You kiss the palm that holds you as you nod, you and him sharing a tender, loving glance.

With him like this, you float for a moment. His tender touches and your submissive spot under him making your mind go fuzzy.

Until his palm is cracking down across your cheek, gasping as you head whips to the side.

Immediately, Logan is all over you, both his big hands cuping your face as he murmurs apologies and taunts. I'm sorry baby, gotta teach ya, getting greedy on me, all come tumbling from his lips.

You're more focused on feeling his lips on yours again, your cheek tingling and your mind now replaced with only thoughts of him. You lick his lips as he mumbles, getting one swipe in before his tongue joins the mix.

he only gives you one sloppy kiss before hes back on his knees, this time haulting in place as he allows you to do the work.

It's better like this. Even with so little space for movement, you manage to start working him down your throat. He gulps, and his hands are in your hair, letting you take it for a few more thrusts before he's pulling out again.

"just can't get enough of you," he murmurs as you resume your sloppy kisses, your tongues tasting eachother as his hips now desperately buck against your stomach.

He groans and pants into your mouth, truly unable to get enough of eachother before hes crawling down your body, making his way to where you need him most.

"I can't wait, baby," he cries, tugging down your pants. That much is clear, his aching red cock bouncing and leaving little trails along his navel as he moves. -

[billieeilishmommy]

just so you know,, i know

in which you have been more sad recently, causing you to not want to do anything, not even hang out with your girlfriend. and she knows somethings wrong

a/n please yall this is my first angst fanfic with billie,, and i kinda used my own personal life for this guys sorry if it's specific,, use of y/n

tw depression, mentions of not eating, crying, cussing, mentions of sh, loss of family

(if you are not comfortable reading things with those topics do not be afraid to stop reading! and know im here for you. your not alone, i love you all and your here for a reason babies)

ever since you lost your dad, you haven't been acting the same. yeah, your dad wasn't around, but that doesn't change the fact that its your dad. apart of you is missing now and you wont be able to get it back.

obviously billie has been with you the whole time, but eventually she had to go because of her music and you understood that, honestly you would rather be alone, of course you loves billie being there though.

you were currently laying in your bed, surrounded by plates and cups, most of them having food in them since you couldn't bring yourself to finish them, but it made you feel overwhelmed, but you just couldn't get yourself up to clean it.

all you wanted to do is lay there and think about this, everything bad was happening to you and you don't know why.

the last time billie was at your house was around 2 days ago, and you haven't talked to her since then. you wanted to, but you didn't want to look on your phone because you knew that you would feel guilty for not responding so you didn't. you laid on your bed watching your comfort shows and youtubers over and over again until you found some sort of relaxation.

all you were thinking about is how this grief will never go away. its stuck with you forever no matter what.

eventually you'll start to live with it and continue on with how you used to be, but not right now. all you wanted was comfort but you also just didn't want to be around anyone.

a few days later, the last time you've ate was around 3 days ago and the last time you've talked to billie was 7 days ago. you missed her, and who knows what she thinks about you. hell, she probably thought you blocked her. that was why she came into your room with no notice, just showed up.

"y/n? are you okay? you haven't talked to me?-" she says, cutting herself off as she steps in your room

"hi billie" you say quietly, your voice hoarse since the last time you've talked was ages ago.

"are you okay baby?" she says to you, not worried about all the trash and plates on the floor, she immediately sits beside you, "sit up for me princess. tell me whats wrong"

your eyes immediately start to fill with tears, and before you can get a word out the tears start falling and you can't get them to stop

"its okay hun" billie says to you softly and wraps her arms around you and gently kisses your forehead.

"billie i can't-" you cut yourself off with heavy breathing.

"yes you can my love, you can breathe okay, you can talk okay, your okay." she reassures you and it helps you calm down a lot.

"are you okay now baby?" she says quietly to you.

"i think so.." you sniffle, wiping the tears from your face.

"whens the last time you've gotten up love?" she asks you, worried. all you do is just shrug in embarrassment.

"its okay baby, have you ate any today or do you want me to make you something?" she asks you in a comforting tone, she knows just how to talk to you.

"im not hungry." you protest and put your head on your knees.

she gives you a look, knowing that your lying. "what do you want me to make you baby?" she asks, cuping your cheek.

"nothing, im not hungry" you say, in a colder tone this time and she nods, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way.

"are you okay my love?" she asks softly

"no bils.. i can't do this anymore." you sniffle into her shoulder, genuinely so tired.

"baby don't say that. how about you come over to my house for a few days? you can shower at my house and ill make you food and ill get you a drink at canes, i know you like their lemonade." she says and rubs your thigh.

you nod in response, you stand up for the first time in a while with the intentions to actually go out. "are you hot?" she asks you, you have on a sweatshirt and pajama pants, obviously you were sweating like a mother fucker, but you had to hide your scars.

billie knew that you struggled with this before, but she didn't know that you started again, so you had to lie and say "no im not, im cold actually"

"okay baby, do you want me to turn the heat on in the car?" she asks you

great you think, eventually your gonna have to tell her.

"noo its fine baby" you say to her quietly and she nods at you, taking you to her car.

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did this eat yall

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The Canadian Union of Public Employees (CUPE) passed a resolution on October 24 to push the Canadian Government to end the sale of arms to Israel and call for a ceasefire in Israel-Palestine.  The resolution passed with a 70 per cent majority at CUPE’s National convention in Quebec City, which hosted approximately 2,000 CUPE members.  Just a few days after this resolution passed, on October 26, a coalition of over 70 humanitarian, faith, labour, and civil society organizations announced that they would hold a press conference urging the government to endorse the demand for a ceasefire in Israel-Palestine and the demand to end the blockade in Gaza.  Among the speakers at the event was Alex Silas, the executive vice-president of the National Capital Region for the Public Service Alliance of Canada (PSAC).  Catherine Larocque, president of CUPE local 2626, said that labour’s support for a ceasefire came at a crucial time because many workers are facing “hate and blowback for expressing sympathy with the plight of the Palestinian people.” 

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[likely-radiant]

Thara Celehar sits at a table for two in an Amalo tea house. He sips from his tea cup thoughtfuly

Thara's internal narration: 'wish I knew how Iäna Pel-Thenhior felt about me. It is hard to tell if he just wants to be friends, or... something more.'

Iäna Pel-Thenhior sits across from Thara, he rests his face in his cuped hands and gazes at Thara. Iäna blinks slowly and deliberately: he has "Love - you" written on his eyelids in eye-liner.

Thara mumbling: 'so hard to tell'

[abbie-slushy]

Anxiety

You and Hamzah had met only a couple of times before when you had hung out with mandy and martin. When you first met him, he seemed shy but not at the same time. His face was unreadable most of the time unless he was laughing. You thought he was attractive. You noticed that when you weren't talking or if you were looking down at your phone, out the corner of your eye, hamzah would be looking at you. When you would meet his gaze, he would look away, but you knew he was looking at you.

(Information) you had been struggling with your anxiety lately, and it had been affecting you more than it usually did, but you had never told anyone)

Today, everyone was going to hang out at hamzah's house. Chase, claire, and of corse martin and mandy, but most of all, Hamzah.

When you got to his house, everyone was already there, having full-on conversations with each other. You came in and said hi and sat on the couch. You were really anxious, which was weird because they were your friends, not anyone random. You were sitting there fidgeting with your rings, zoneing out slightly.After a bit, you felt hands on top of yours. It was Hamzah. without realizing you had started scratching at your skin, making it all red. "Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned but friendly tone. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. "Mhm," you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek, one leg bouncing up and down. You started zoneing out again, and he moved his head to where you were looking to get your attention, "are you sure?" He said, sounding like he genuinely cared. You focused back on his face as your eyes started watering and you bit down on your bottom lip. Hamzah noticed immediately and stood up, putting his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and stood up, following him into his room.

He sat on the edge of his bed. You sat down next to him with your head in your hands, trying so hard not to burst out crying. "Whats up with you, hm?" He said, turning his head to look at you, "you're usually so energetic and giggly." You looked up at him with sad eyes and tears on your face. Hamzah took one look at you, then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You just leaned in, giving in to the hug and cried. After a few minutes, he lifted your head up and said, "Tell me what's wrong." You sniffed and eventually opened up. "I've just been dealing with a lot lately." he looked into your eyes. "You can talk to me, ill listen," He said softly. You explained more about how you have dealt with anxiety before, but lately, it's been hard to manage and how you've never opened up to anyone about it feeling like you're seeking attention.

He sat there holding you and listening. After you stopped talking, it was silent for a bit until he said, "im glad you told me," stroking his hand on your head. You sat up, wiping your face. "im sorry, i just got overwhelmed," you say. "dont be sorry, you can always talk to me, okay?" He said back "okay hamzah thank you, " you say, looking back up at his face. He stares into your eyes for just a second to long, then looks away. You smile, standing up then slightly bending back down cuping hamzahs face in your hand, he looks in to your eyes instinctively putting his hand on your waist, you place a soft kiss on his lips pulling away as he finds your lips again trying to pull you closer, you stand fully up and grab his hand saying "should probably see what the others are doing" he stands up and follows you in to the living room. You both notice that everyone is gone. You look at hamzah confused as he picks up a note saying

[getting food will be back soon]

you laugh and sit down on the couch, hamzah siting next to you, grabs the tv remote. "So what should we watch?" He asks, turning his head to you. You put the remote beside him, grab his face, and kiss him.

Sorry if it's bad it's my first time writing 💕

[queersouthasian]

Overlooked/Minor/subtle details to destroy you in case you have not been destroyed enough:

1. The last moment shared between Charlie x Babe was not the argument, it was during the race when both looked at eachother, Babe was determined and mad so there was a sharpness in his eyes but Charlie's eyes were teary exactly the way it was in ep7 when he for the first time mentioned dieing. Even though Babe didn't look for long, Charlie did, his eyes were on babe until he overtook him. So the last thing babe saw was charlie's teary concerned yearning eyes whereas for Charlie, the last thing he saw was babe's angry eyes and disappointed face.

2. Babe plants exactly 3 kisses on Charlie's face just like Charlie did when Babe was injured.

3. Someone pointed out Pooh's dried tears during the hospital scene, YEAH

4. Babe cried asked for the gloves in the exact tone he uses when he wants to convince (playfully, like when he asked him to not take pics in ep6) Charlie of something

5. Charlie has been alone his whole life, he most probably felt unimportant compared to others which would explain why he is so ready for self-sacrifice BUT the reason he fakes his death is because Babe has loved him as him, Charlie is special to babe so he is going to come back 'cause loving babe has not been done yet

6. Babe always cups Charlie's face when he kisses him whereas Charlie holds his neck, so when Babe kissed Charlie's "dead body", he again cuped his face

7. The first time we publically see Babe say "I love you" is during the cemetery scene

8. Charlie promised to take care of babe for the rest of his life, and he "died" just in order to do that, so even his death is a form of "care" for solely babe, even his death doesn't belong to him, he has surrendered it to babe

9. Babe's hand was shaking when he was removing the cloth over Charlie's face in the hospital

10. Charlie was never supposed to race instead of/along with babe, it was not even a part of Charlie's plan (even though it did infact help him modify his plan later on), Babe was the one who offered Charlie so y'all can imagine the absolute gut-wrenching regret and grief the "I should not have pushed you to your death, Charlie" line carries

11. Babe is the "I can kill for you" kind whereas Charlie is "I can die for you" kind and both do that, simultaneously, in one.single.episode

12. Remember when Babe said if he couldn't race he would be nothing, NOW he can finally race in peace without tony hunting him down but he can't race, he doesn't want to, without the love of his life racing by his side.

[scaryvbachelorettes]

Farmer, who is really smart, but quite self conscious about it because of people putting her down with any bachelorette of your choosing.

Maru, Haley and Leah x smart reader (separate)

A/N: Thank you for the ask, I decided to write for a few bachelorettes so it took some time

Cw; Obsessive behaviour, fucked up bachelorettes, scary art, horny thoughts for Haley's part, mention of blackmail in Maru's part.

/Sfw/

Maru

It took some time for her to crack your protective shell. She knew you had some hidden intelligence before but only after you corrected her formula she got her confirmation. Immediately, she became hanged upon the idea of slowly unraveling your mind. 

Of course her love was as smart as her, if not more! She would never choose less...or so she thinks at least. 

It doesn't matter if you're good with science, emotions or linguistics, Mary appreciates any brilliance of human mind. She had to pull those thoughts out of you, wondering sometimes why you hid it behind clueless facade. Maru hated it, hated how hesitant your voice became after you caught yourself excitedly ranting on. She had to stop herself from cursing each person in your life that dared to question your mind. 

Why would Maru even be annoyed by your intelligence? Why would Maru be annoyed at anything connected to you?

She wasn't obviously. She was delighted, proud of herself to find someone so perfect for her. Maru would always praise your bursts of confidence, showering you with compliments. If someone dared to shame you, she would make sure to discretely destroy their life. 

Someone called you stuck-up? Next day their address is leaked on the internet along with all blackmail that she could find on them. Nobody dares to question her smart farmer. No, she won't let anyone shame you again. 

Leah

Leah wouldn't call herself a genius but she isn't stupid. She understands when someone has more than a few braincells. So it was a suprise when usually reserved farmer noted her choice of wood to carve. Then you also said where that wood usually grows and some latin scientific name. Leah only nodded along silently, smiling at your excitement. 

She liked your small information gift. What she didn't like was the way you recoiled from your own words. She knew that look, the way you lowered your eyes and apologised. For what? 

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your hesitance, her form walking closer. Leah understood what it meant to be ashamed of something normal. Kel wasn't the most supportive. 

Leah cuped your face with her hands, palms holding your jaw as if you were made out of glass. Her eyes were uncharacteristically warm, her body trying to appear non threatening. At least not towards you.

"What's wrong?" Leah asked, her tone careful. No matter how much you would deny or hide it, when would find a reason. Would it be your final revelation or a few threats to a person in your life who made you feel that way, it didn't matter. 

After that, each time you had a burst of information, she would hold you close. Her touch reassuring and calm as she either hugged you or held you hands, waiting for you to share your knowledge with her. 

No, closing yourself away wouldn't be an option with Leah.

Haley

She understood how you felt, though her problem was polar opposite. People assumed she was less intelligent than she was, usually seeing her as a basic popular girl type. Haley never felt ashamed of her intelligence though, so she was quite confused when you tried to act dumber than usual.

Haley knew damn well you weren't an idiot. Sure, she called you one when you just met, but so she did with everyone. When you purposefully picked simpler words, she could feel just how uncomfortable you felt.  

"Why the hell are you doing this?" she asked one day, her voice accusing and irritated. 

"What do you mean?" you murmured, making her angrier at how hesitant your voice was. 

"Why you trying to be dumb?" she asked incredulously, her blue eyes narrowed. She didn't want to go off on you but she knew she had to confront you somehow. 

"I'm not--" you started, only to be interrupted. 

"You are! I know damn well you're smart, and not 'I'm better than everyone' smart. You're genuinely intelligent, so why hide it?" she asked with a huff, her eyes softening. 

You couldn't answer her but the backwards compliment made you feel better somehow. The unapologetic way Haley cared about you, made your heart beat faster. 

Haley then took your hands in hers, her voice soft. 

"Come on, sweetie, can't you see how good that smartassnes looks on you?" asked Haley, her tone teasing. She couldn't help her eyes lowering to your lips. 

She wanted to kiss you so badly. To kiss that hesitance away, to make you sing your smart ideas to her as she eat you out. That could wait though, she had to coax your confidence out first.

"How about you tell me about those plants you love so much? Nothing shameful about farmer knowing her plants," said Haley knowingly, trying to use familiar topic to help you open up. 

She would make sure to make you as open and loud as she was. Whether by fucking your brains out or just talking was up to Haley.

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[whois-jess]

Appreciation

Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

-fluffy smut- (⚠ i am not good at writing any type of smut but i hope this is good enough)

Me and Rhea just got back to our hotel from Raw and we were both tired. We walked in and jumped onto our bed.

We both went on our phone cuddling up to each other "hey baby could you get up i need the toilet" Rhea smiled at me and i lifted myself up so she could go. As i was scrolling on tik tok i saw one video of a live stream me and Rhea did a few days ago now. As i watched the video the woman speaking was slagging me off about how i look and how uncomfortable Rhea looks with me compared to Liv or Dom.

For the time Rhea was gone i found myself in a rabbit hole of comments and a few more videos about me, my heart was breaking as my mind started to wonder and over think 'what if she hates me? Am i not good enough?' Tears formed in my eyes but didnt fall.

When Rhea walked out i got off the videos and snapped out my trance "you okay baby" she smiled at me laying down again and opening her arms for me to lay down and i just nod slowly moving into her arms as my thoughts still linger around me.

I was hoping Rhea wouldn't catch on as i knew my face normally gave away my feelings, so i kepted my head down and tried to cheer up "baby you sure your okay?" Rhea asked her fingers gently playing in my hair and i nodded giving her a smile she didnt buy "okay" she swiftly moved me onto her lap and placed her hands on my hips "miss l/n what is the matter" she asked one more time "nothing Rhea" i say "well judging from the video i hear from the bathroom i heard that isnt nothing" she said an did thought 'fuck i forgot to lower the volume', i looked down at my hands and played with the edge of her shirt "baby girl don't listen to them people, they are jealous i feel for your beauty" my heart warmed hearing her speak she moved her hand from my hips to my face and cuped my cheeks "Let me show just how much you mean to me"

Before i could protest she flipped me over onto my back and kissed me her lips softly moving against not with the roughness she normally does, her right hand gently made its way under my shirt and up to my breasts her hand gently took my breast massaging it and played with my nipple, i moaned quietly into her mouth my back arched for her touch.

Her lips left mine and she trailed down my body kissing my hips before she looked up at me "Do you trust me?" She asked "yes" i let out and she smiled before taking my joggers and panties off, i gasped as i felt a gentle kiss to my core "so wet for me baby" i could feel her smirk against me and before i could reply her tongue got to work making me a moaning mess for her only for her. The metal for her piercing made my eyes roll and the gentle kisses she place in between licks made me want more.

It was safe to say no comment would change how Rhea Ripley felt.

[chuuyaswifeandhoe]

Had this bugging me for a while, thought I'd put it out here.

That was unexpected. Why? This was the only question roaming in your head.

“Honey?”

His voice startled you. You turned around to face him.

“Chu? What is all this?” You looked puzzled at his pretty face.

He smiled, getting your hands in his bringing them to his lips and gently kissing them.

“What does it look like? I made a pillow forth”.

“A pillow forth?”

“Exactly.”

“Why?”

He blinked a few times then grined.

“Because you said you missed to do one and you talked very fondly about these particular memories so I made one.”

Your heart skipped a beat. How can he be so attentive and perfect and everything you could've asked for

It was almost unreal, you could not believe it.

“You made all this just because at a certain point I told you about a childhood memory?”

He was now getting anxious. Why were you so surprised? Wasn't it a good memory? Did he cross a line?

“Yes… oi, doll, why you crying?” His heartbeat sped up, and his gloved hands abandoned yours, cuping your face.

“You don't like, it, I shouldn't have…”

You cut him off, getting his hands off your face and hugging him, your tears staining his shirt.

“It's perfect, thank you”. You could not express how grateful you were, how this little gesture won your heart all over again.

He sighed panting the top of your head, one hand around your waist. He did not know why you reacted like this, but he was going to find out later. But what was certain, he was going to keep showing you how much he cared about everything that goes through your mind and how much he loved you.