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Domestic mornings
A:N sorry this is so short I didn’t have a lot of time but enjoy!
Warnings: fluff,kinda suggestive towards the end
MDNI 16+
It was an early winter morning, quite cool compared to California's usual temperatures. Ted was still asleep, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder.
Ted's eyes slowly fluttered open. He smiled widely and started placing little kisses on the crook of your neck and your ear, still keeping his arms around you.
“Baby” you say in a soft tone
Ted chuckled softly against your skin, the sound being low and hoarse, since he just woke up. His hands on your body started traveling, caressing your curves and curves, his lips never leaving your neck as he hummed happily
Ted slowly pulled you on top of him, so you were straddling him, his arms now snaked around your waist. He looked up at you, giving you a wide goofy grin, his messy hair sticking up at all ends
You kiss him softly and he passionately kisses you back.
“Cmon baby let’s get up and make breakfast.” You say softly
Ted groaned quietly, trying to hold you down
Babyyy...do we have to..? I wanna stay like this with you all day.
“Yes baby cmon. ” you say as you get up off of him and stretch a little bit before standing up.
“ Fiiine, if I haveee to.” He says a bit dramatically
Ted reluctantly sat up, running a hand through his hair and messing it up even more. He gave you a small grumpy glare, but it was obvious he didn't mean it. He still grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss before finally getting out of bed.
He stood up and stretched, groaning as he raised his arms above his head. His shirt rode up slightly, revealing a small glimpse of what's underneath it. He glanced over at you, his eyes lingering for a moment before he walked past you, bumping his shoulder into yours playfully
“You make the best breakfast anyway.” He mumbled, still grumpy, but not for the reason he was pretending to be. He sat down on a chair, leaning back and crossing his arms, but he was still watching you.
You walk into the kitchen and start to make pancakes as you softly sway to the music playing.
He pressed up close behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. He hummed along to the music, his breath hot against your neck. He was very close, his body molded to yours like he was molded in your shape. His hands on your hips, guiding you as you swayed back and forth. Occasionally he would press little kisses behind your ear, or on your shoulder, just to get a reaction out of you.
Ted's hands slowly made their way under your shirt, his fingers splaying over your stomach and the bare skin there. He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, now slightly more hungry than sweet. He pressed himself even tighter against you, letting out a low groan as he felt how close you were.
“Stop that baby.” You say giggling a little
Ted chuckled against your neck, his breath hot on your skin.
“Why should I, when it's so much more fun to keep going?” He said, his hands slowly moving higher under your shirt, slowly feeling up your skin
“Alright baby you ready to eat?l” you say softly
Ted groaned in protest as you finished cooking, but he reluctantly stopped touching you and let go, knowing that you weren't going to give in. He sat down at the table, his arms crossed over his chest, an almost pouty look on his face. But even he couldn't resist the temptation of your food, and he perked up quickly, his mood improving at the sight of pancakes.
You bring the pancakes over to the small kitchen table.
Ted started eating, his face scrunching up slightly as he tried to wait for the pancakes to cool down enough to not burn his tongue. He ate several before speaking up.
“Y'know...breakfast was great, but I still think my favorite meal is you.” He said with a smirk and a wink.
A:N ahhhh thank you all so much for blowing up my last post.Im hoping to write more in the future so please please send in requests. Bye lovelies!
an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are. part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here
you'd just about had it with johnny...
you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.
the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.
there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.
But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...
it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...
it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.
if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?
maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.
for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.
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an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...
⚠️ Suggestive below! ⚠️
Finals are done I can draw again YAYYYYYY
Based on something I saw on Twitter
Ermm… suggestive warning but I really like how I drew Ash 😭❤️
Im soooo normal i even made a twitter to post the rest of this shit.,. It’s called maedaebutinsane and i love u all that go and follow it 🩷
Hello hello!! May I request some slightly suggestive fluff with Mephisto? I’m just a little down bad for him rn
Khee hee
Who wouldn’t be obsessed with this man
Warning: Slight suggestive smut at the end
You were awakened by Mephisoto slowly shaking you awake, a tray of breakfast on the nightstand. The food smelled amazing as usual, you never had figure out whether it was Mephisoto or someone else who makes it. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Mephisoto’s sweet yet slightly hoarse morning voice.
“Morning my love, what’s going on in your pretty head this early in the morning?”
“Nothing much Mephi”.
He leaned over you gently, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips, not minding any morning breath that you may have. You took the opportunity to melt into his touch, tugging him down on top of you. He let out a small yelp, biting your bottom lip gently as he adjusted to a new position. He pulled his lips away from yours with a small sigh.
“As fabulous as you know I am, I have to get ready for work soon.” Mephisoto said sadly, flipping his hair whilst calling himself fabulous.
You reached your hands up to play with his blue locks while giving him a look you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Please? Just stay for today?”
It didn’t take him long to succumb to your puppy eyes and roll over, placing you on top of him. He turned on the tv and put your favorite show on to watch while you cuddled. He didn’t say he would stay but you knew he wouldn’t leave you.
A few hours passed and you two had finished all the food on and in your nightstands and finished your favorite show and were now watching his. You shifted positions and accidentally ground your core into his now hard member, letting out a whimper and a small moan. Mephisoto had a smirk on his face, your noises hadn’t gone unnoticed by him.
He flipped you two over, pinning you down onto the bed and kissing you aggressively. His tongue slipped into your mouth, winning the battle for dominance. His hands slipped under your clothes, grabbing and playing with all your sensitive parts. You knew it was going to be a long day.
Sneak peak at a juicy piece 👀
Full NSFW version available on my Twitter here
Some Lady Maria/Hunter.
I tried finding some fanarts and fanfics of this but couldn't find any. So I took it in my own hands I guess. 🤷♀️ Might draw a follow-up too.
I wonder why nobody thought of this before tho... 🤔
Full suggestive version under the cut 🔽
Drew a follow-up of my Lady Maria x Hunter post 👀
Full NSFW version available here
I'm back in my DD phase since the news on the DLC so, here's some spicy Reynauld once again 👀💦
🔞 Full NSFW version available here 🔞
The King Slut in Yellow
Poor Arthur
meme on twitter sorry
for your consideration: what if there was a clowngirl who was also a maid
hijinks served promptly upon request
i got the surgery that makes me into a bunch of semitransparent disembodied hands. now i have a productive job feeling up men for photoshoots in furry commissions
