#i haven't checked the dates but im sure this has been going on before last night. i reblogged that post for awareness; not as a signal to go

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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#tysm for the ask! #stevemath #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington writing #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington comfort #serpentwithatardis #aster replies

[wifeofwandamaximoff]

Heyy got some silly recs if you like, it's just angst where wanda forget r's birthday like r was really looking forward to it because wands promised reader they'd go camping on her birthday but wanda forgot, fluff at the end though, thank you so much. Love youu😚

Authors Note: I loved this request and I had so much fun writing this. Its a small one shot. Im so sorry that it came out later than expected. I just had a lot of things going on at the moment. But im hoping to at least release 1-3 fics on Thanksgiving since I have the week off from school.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Fluff at the end.

I woke up to see that the bed was empty. I then quickly smiled and remembered it was my 26th birthday. I got up and put on a sun dress. It was a white dress with blue flowers on it, it stopped at my mid thighs. I then brushed my hair and went downstairs too see Natasha in the kitchen.

"Little Spider! Happy Birthday! Oh god ur growing up so fast." She pouted at the last part. I rolled my eyes at her words.

"Thanks Natty but where's Wands?" I then asked since I haven't seen her all morning.

"I think she's on a mission but its only gone be a few more hours until she gets home." Natasha told me with a smile.

"Oh ok" , I said with a sad smile. I then quickly made myself some hot chocolate while Natasha was rambling to me about Maria.

"Hey is Yelena coming over today?" I suddenly then asked her. Natasha then stopped her rambling and thought for a moment.

"Well duh, its ur birthday and im sure she is gonna bring a shit ton of vodka." Natasha said while rolling her eyes. I chuckled. Yelena has been giving me vodka for every one of my birthdays for 9 years now.

"Mm well im gonna go out. Text me when Wanda's back!" I shouted before I left the compound.

Hours later im still roaming the streets of Manhattan. I then suddenly get a text from Wanda asking where I am. Its now 7pm and I have realized an hour ago that Wanda forgot my birthday.

I didn't reply back to her and I kept roaming the streets. I then saw a ice cream stand and I decided to treat myself one more time for the night since I bought quite a lot of clothing.

I then ordered a strawberry cheesecake ice cream and started to make my way back to the compound. I then felt a presence approaching me.

Wanda then landed right in front of me. I then stopped walking and stared at her while eating my ice cream.

"Why weren't u answering my texts?" She questioned me immediately when she landed in front of me. I just kept eating my ice cream while staring at her.

"And why are u dressed up?" She asked while looking at me in my sun dress with multiple bags on my wrists while holding an ice cream. I just kept eating my ice cream while looking at her.

"Look at the date." I said while still munching on my ice cream. She then pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked her calendar. Her eyes then widened when she saw what today was.

"Oh detka im so sorry!" She then hugged me. Once she pulled away she took the bags off my wrist and dragged me towards some shops. My almost finished ice cream then dropped onto the ground making me a bit sad.

"Sorry detka ill buy u another one later." She said before dragging me into a store. After she finished dragging me into about 13 different stores we then were on our way back home.

"Wands u bought too much." I said while I was on her back. She then shook her head.

"There is no such thing, plus this is my apology for forgetting ur birthday and going on a mission while I could've been spending time with u and celebrating ur birthday." She said with a sad smile.

We then arrived back at the compound where everyone was waiting for us and set up a movie night for my birthday.

"Im gonna go change ill be right back." I said before taking all the bags and carrying them upstairs. I then arrived at our shared room and set all the bags on the bed and changed into some sweats. I then tied my hair in a bun before going downstairs to join the rest of the team.

"Little Spider! I brought us some vodka!" Yelena shouted when she saw me coming down.

"Its 9pm Lena! She is not drinking!" Natty scolded her. She then grumbled before setting the 9 bottles of vodka on the counter. I then run up to Lena and hug her.

"Dont worry we'll drink some when they are all asleep." I said with a cheeky smile. I then let go of her before I settled in between Wanda and Natty. Lena on Nat's other side.

"Can we watch Harry Potter?" I asked the whole team which they quickly agreed too. The TV then switched onto the first movie. I then snuggled into Wanda.

"Natty yelled at u for forgetting my birthday didn't she?" I quietly asked Wanda. She then turned to me. Hugging me tightly.

"You know damn well she did detka." She said with a timid voice. She was so scared of Natty it made me laugh every time she got yelled at.

"Even though u forgot my birthday im still glad I got to spend some of it with u Wanda." I said with a soft smile.

She then softly kissed me on the lips before going back to watch Harry Potter.

Once she turned away I was smiling like a kid in a candy store. I then cuddled into her before going back to watch Harry Potter. Best 26th birthday ever.

#wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #mcu #avengers #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda marvel #mommy wanda #the scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- I’m Here To Stay Pt2

Months later YN spent most of her time at the firehouse and at Mollys. So much so that she got a job at the firehouse doing almost reception type of work, and Herrmann even asked if she could bookkeep at Mollys. Her and Kelly have been getting closer and closer, they have been on a date and shared a kiss, but they haven't made anything official between them. The whole firehouse loves YN. They saw her as part of their family and since YN had no family in Chicago Herrmann took it upon himself to treat her as if she was his daughter. However things were all about to change when YNs ex boyfriend came into the picture.....

I walk into the firehouse having not slept the night before. My ex keeps messaging me, even though I'm ignoring him. I've even blocked him twice and he just finds a new way to message me.

On top of all of that today I feel faint and rather sick. I feel like I'm in a constant state of anxiety

"Morning" I weakly smile greeting everyone who arrived before me

"You ok YN?" Gabby asks frowning

"Yeah just super tired today. Didn't sleep well last night"

"You sure? You look kinda pale"

"I'm fine Gabby don't worry" I walk passed her and to the kitchen area to grab a bottle of water. My phone buzzes once again sending even more anxiety through me, this time it's a phone call

"You not going to answer that?" I turn around and see Kelly walking over to me with a smile

"No it's not important" before Kelly can reply the alarm sounds telling everyone to head out

"I'll see you in a bit" Kelly says walking out of the firehouse. I let out a breath and look at my phone full of texts and miss calls off my ex. Feeling super sick and tired I head into Kelly's office and get into his bed, leaving my phone on a side table.

I wake up to my phone buzzing again, I'm so close to throwing it out of the window. I get up and head back into the main area of the firehouse where I see everyone eating

"Hey your looking a little better. Go grab yourself some food" Gabby smiles

"Im not hungry"

"YN you need to eat" Kelly says worriedly

"I feel a little sick today so I'm good"

"YN..."

"Kelly. Seriously I'm fine" I try to give him a small smile. I sit next to Gabby who ends up giving me a sandwich

"Eat" she says. Sighing I take the sandwich and nibble at it. Conversations start flowing when I feel a nudge "everything ok?"

"Im..."

"Don't say your fine. What's going on?"

"Can we talk privately?"

"Course. Hey guys I'm going to take YN to the ambo, just take her vitals" Gabby announces

"You said everything was fine" Kelly says standing up

"It is"

"I just want to check her over, said she feels sick and she's tired today. Just want to be sure"

"Well let's go then" I give Gabby a look

"No you stay and eat. If she isn't good I'll let you take her home, but you better eat up before Otis ends up eating your food" Kelly frowns sitting back down and I follow Gabby to the ambo. I sit down on the bed and she sits next to me "what's going on?"

"My ex has been phoning me and texting me" I quietly say

"As in stalker, creepy ex?" I give Gabby a nod "shit. Ok and I assume Kelly doesn't know?"

"Why should he need to know?"

"Come on YN. We're not blind. You and Kelly are obviously a think"

"No. We never officially made us a thing"

"But your going on dates. You kissed. Your always over at each others house. Don't kid yourself, but you need to tell him, he's worried about you"

"I know. Ok. I'll tell him tonight"

That evening we watch TV and order chines, even though I just seem to be picking at it. I excuse myself and go to the bathroom, but when I return Kelly is fuming, somethings happened

"Kel?"

"So your not gonna tell me?" shit he knows

"I was going to tell you..."

"Bullshit"

"I was Kel I spoke to Gabby and..."

"Gabby knows!" he shouts. I start to shake a little "so you've been playing me and Gabby knows"

"Playing you? What are you...?"

"Don't act dumb. You've just admitted that you've been cheating on me"

"Cheating? What no? I mean we're not even together are we?"

"Fuck YN of course we were" this shocks me

"Were?"

"I don't give cheaters a second chance" my eyes start to tear

"I haven't, it's not..." I splutter

"Save it YN"

"But Kelly I haven't..." before I can finish my sentence Kelly walks out of my place and leaves, probably heading to Mollys.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x yn #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide #kelly severide x oc #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine

[zaidthefeederist]

Giving in to gluttony : A fit to fat story (part 1)

We were both at the gym after work just like most days. This is where we first met. I saw you on the squat rack and was enamored by your beauty (and the perfect ass you had definitely helped). I approached you and we went on a date and had been dating since then. Though we both were fitness freaks (i still am) there's a part of me i haven't told you about. A part of me that would rather have you tied up in my bed sporting a fat belly so big it hangs to your knees. I've kept it in check for as long as i can, you had only gained 10 pounds in our 4 months together and a lot of that has been muscle definition since we started working out. Today however, it all changes. One faithful injury changes everything.

"This….freaking….sucks" I say grumpy as I sit next to you in the car. We just came back from the first aid room. I look at my leg and shake my head "no lifting, no cardio…and no rock climbing for 6 months?!" I cross my arms and sigh "That also means I really have to watch what I eat…else I end up like one of those fat girls at the gym" The other day we had been making jokes about a chubby girl that was struggling to do basic cardio

"god i know baby, its not fair at all. Not having you at the gym is going to make me lose all my motivation, not to mention who else will i make fun of the fatties with" i look to you after we both laugh to ourselves.."dont worry though babe. ill take good care of you, You know i've been making myself a better and better cook. Ill make sure your diet goes exactly according to plan.." i say as i keep my hand on your toned thigh, giving it a rub and feeling ecstatic and the though of having a home bound girlfriend for 6 whole months.

**2 weeks later**

"im so bored" I sigh before taking another cookie that you made me. "Im usually at the gym right now" Another cookie goes into my stomach. I dont seem to notice the little bit of pudge that was pressing on to my waistband when I sat down like this. You had noticed that I did a lot of "boredom eating"…and recently…I had also started snacking when I was stressed or feeling a little down.

"Im done babe!" i yell, having baked another batch of cookies. The last 2 weeks have been heavenly. Turns out when liz is left to her own devices with nothing else to do, she becomes rather peckish. Its nothing insane yet but she'll never say no to a little treat every now and then. With the absence of the gym and with me making sure to always make every meal of hers just a bit more heavy, she's managed to maintain her weight at 140 pounds albeit with a major bonus. If before she was toned and slightly muscular, now shes lost her definition and is even developing a little pudge. I see her belly pressing against her waistband as she snacks on one of the cookies i made her and see it press further and further against the band as she makes the tray of cookies magically disappear.

You always made sure to take the plates away or split it in multiple portions, so I had no idea how much I was actually eating in a day. after finishing the third tray of cookies that day you see I am rubbing my belly…I was getting full and I hadn't even eaten a meal! "My tummy is a bit upset" I say as I rub it. "better drink something" I grab the glass of soda that you had brought me. I drink all of it in one go. "I can't believe this is actually sugar free" I say surprised "it tastes like one of those cheap soda's that is super b-BRUUAUUAUAAAAAAAAAP-ad " I look wide eyed and cover my mouth with a blush "s-sorry!"

"Haha that was pretty cool!" i say immediately so as to not make you think i dislike it. I cant let you know that youve given me a hard on with that deep nasty belch, at least not yet. "I don't mind babe" i say as i nuzzle in right next to you on the bed. "in fact if anything it lets me know you really enjoyed whatever i made for you so no need to apologize." i say as i keep my hand on your bloated stuffed belly, giving it a good rub. "I guess you reallly loved those cookies huh, hehe"

"I-I do" I say blushing as you rub my belly…it felt good, but it also made me a bit aware of the fact that I was softer now. "I mean…its just not very lady like to burp like that right?" I smile as you roll your eyes at me "BRUUAAAAP…ooohhff but it does make my tummy feel better"

I moan to myself making sure you don't hear me. "I'm glad you like them" i reply, both to your answer and to that big burp you let out. We spend a few more minutes like this with me rubbing your rounded gut, making you get used to the feeling, making you love my hands on your tummy, making you know i like those un-lady like burps. Im slowly easing your mind into its new state. The state of pure gluttony. Before i get up from bed i decide to try one more thing, i grab your belly and give it a hard pinch and lean up next to your ear "You were a good girl today, keep eating like this and soon you'll be like those fatties at the gym". I whispered it and said it in a teasing tone, but i could tell by your breathing…it did its job. My eyes go wide and my face goes dark red. Did he really just say that?…Is he making a joke?…why do I like him teasing and humiliating me?! I look down and my heart beats even faster, judging by the bulge in your pants…you really liked seeing me like this. "w-what?….a-are you trying to make me fat?" I ask in a soft voice. You just smile, gently kiss my belly before squeezing it again and leave with the empty plates…Am I really going to get fat?

#feedee belly #feedee encouragement #feeding kink #feedee piggy #stuffed feedee #girl burp #fat belly #belly expansion #fit to fat #force fed #manipulation #feedee girl #wg text #teasing #chubby #feederist #short story #feedee story

[boyfhees]

🗗 OUT OF CHARACTER | k. sakusa

warnings. food mentions, very very slightly suggestive, mentions of knives and killing lmao isa i swear this ain't angst ( 0.8k approx. )

note. for isa ( @kiyelle ) my love ! happiest birthday, and i'm sorry this is like a day late. hope u like this ^_^ pls ignore that i haven't written /properly/ in like over a month help i forgot how to not make everything literal crack isa im so sorry

"i'm pretty sure we don't use cleaver knives to slice salted eggs," oh, you know that. you don't need sakusa to remind you. however, a little experiment here and there, once in a while, doesn't really hurt.

"why do we even have this at home?" a scoff slips off your tongue as you press your lips in a thin line, checking out the anatomy of the said kitchen appliance, before shooting him a menacing grin. "you're not planning to murder me in sleep now, are you?"

"hm, perhaps?" he cocks his head slightly, mirroring the expression on your face before snaking his arms around you as he pulls you closer. "you do make living a tad bit harder."

you chuckle, that's the plan. a few beats pass away in silence as he admires you with utmost adoration in his eyes. there's a smile on his face and it resonates of love.

you missed these warm mornings with sakusa. you missed waking up next to him, the taste of his food, his kisses, his touch, him— maybe, it's the price you pay for dating nation's top volleyball player? it's funny. and if in case sakusa is capable of hearing your thoughts right now, you well aware that he'll laugh at you for being madly in love with him, despite knowing that he has fallen harder, and so deep that he's not being himself anymore.

"is there a way i can make it easier for you?" you mumble with the same lovestruck smile, hands wrapping around his neck as you step closer, capturing his lips with yours.

he smiles into the kiss, tucking on your waist a little to frame you against the kitchen counter. well, kissing is a good way to make his life easier. he can lose calories and spend less time at the gym, ultimately spending every second by your side. sakusa hopes it makes sense, even though he's certain it doesn't.

but logic is far out of his reach when you're in front of him, in his arms, your lips on his instead of preparing breakfast; he's at home. logic is the last thing he needs right now.

you try to pull away, only for him to lead you to the couch, a few giggles spin in the air as you lie down, one hand cupping his face while the other brushing through his hair. a dust of pink rests on his cheeks, and what you're doing right now is very out of character of him. sakusa likes to kiss you, he can do it all day, but not like this. not when you need to tend to your breakfast before it burns, not when your phone is ringing and he's doing everything to stop you from attending the call.

"omi—" you attempt to pull away again, only for him to deepen the kiss; and you give in, like the lover drunk soul you are. you don't know what happened to him in past few weeks while he was away from you. however, you surely don't complain.

another series of ringtones, another fight to pull away. you feel him smile, one that fades away quickly as you turn over, pinning him down to the couch before grabbing your phone. "kiyoomi. i need to take this call,"

and from what sakusa could hear, it's your workmate. he's checks the time, you're late by two minutes. his nose scrunches up in annoyance, it's just two minutes. sakusa has been known of his punctuality and it surely does come to him as a surprise when he realises that you're late for work and he doesn't mind any part of it. ( you know, he doesn't mind if either of you are late to work if you both are busy kissing each other )

he looks at you, fiddling with your fingers, waiting for you to hang up. just how long is it going to take? sakusa is going through multiple waves of emotions and one of them is purely because your workmate is disturbing you while you were busy doing some important work.

"no i'm not sick, i'll be there— ouch—" you shriek as he nibbles on your neck, a sinister grin on his face and you shift away from him, before answering your friend's questions. "no no, it's my cat. it scratched me."

sakusa smirks, some kind of cat you have.

"what's with you today?" you finally hang up, his hands sliding in yours as he pulls you closer. "you're acting like a five year old right now. so clingy, and for what?"

"i don't know, maybe because i was out for a tournament and haven't seen you in like two weeks?" that sounds like something atsumu would say, and you're sure sakusa has been spending too much time with the said miya that he has gone crazy. "maybe."

you see, being roommates with atsumu has it's own flaws. the last time they went for a tournament, sakusa came back with a weird habit of singing old, rusty songs after getting drunk. the time before that, atsumu rubbed off on him in the worst ways possible and sakusa hasn't stopped using deez nuts jokes ever since. his antics right now, you're sure he acquired them from him too. but again, who are you to complain?

sakusa's lips trail along your jawline, down your neck before he looks into your eyes once again. "you should call in sick today."

"i can't lie, you know it." now, that's a lie.

he frowns. "you lied about not knowing me when that reporter asked you about our relationship,"

"i can't lie to my employer, kiyoomi." you clarify, chuckling as you kiss his palms.

"we can get onto that." there's a mischievous hint in his voice as he kisses your fingers, eyes enunciating a wicked plan. "tell him you have some things to take care of at home,"

"like?"

"like," and he pins you down the couch once again, leaning down as he smiles against your lips. "looking after your five year old clingy boyfriend."

taglist in the rbs.

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[thedianadiary]

0025.

Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: mom. often K but he has not been happy with me in some time.

Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: my parents haven't talked in years. my dad would openly complain about me to anyone he knows though.. so there's that.

If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: i only use it for skype/zoom/whatsapp.

When was the last time you felt lonely?: currently. for the past couple months actually. im doing well with keeping myself busy but i do miss having more friends.

Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: henry

What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?: ummm probably a candy.

Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: Yes right now there's a paintball fest and a gaelic fest (irish) and then the dutch festival woo woo.

When was the last time you threw a party?: saturday

Last person you kissed, are they into any type of sports? Which ones?: yes. massively into soccer. appreciates football.

Does your best friend have a job?: i need a best friend honestly.

Do you ever visit people at work?: i have in the past.

Is there any electronic device you need to charge right now?: i thiiiiink i have my charger in my phone rn but i can't be certain. this computer is probably at like 80 percent.

Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: yup. sometimes in the middle of the night. also when i had my heart broken by John, I was like deeply depressed for some time and i would come home from work and sit on my bed in the dark for hours. forgetting to even change out of my work clothes. that was such a sad time.

What is one thing you want to do before the school year ends?: lol im not currently in school.

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: leftovers from a restaurant are usually one of my favorite joys in life.

Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: no, definitely not. that sounds so dumb.

What is one thing you hope never changes about you?: i try to wake up every single day and choose to be pleasant. i also refuse to make other people feel horrible if im having a bad day (like you might be in an argument with me, thats one thing.. but im not going to ruin your day if im in a bad mood).

Do most of the songs you listen to have curse words in it?: uhhhhhhh nah not really no.

Is there someone you wanna date? lol

Why did you stop liking the last person you liked? they just ran so hot and cold and it became difficult for me to feel at ease.

Are you usually the heart breaker or the heart broken? im 50/50 right now

What are you listening to? gilmore girls episodes and my obnoxiously loud fan.

Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? i'm your landlord, taylor.

What does your last text say? I don't desire checking.. im 99% sure its K fighting with me.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? no, not that i can think of.

Last missed call? prob spam

Last person you talked on the phone with? Mom

What was the first thing you did when you woke up today? I stretched.

Do you have a best friend? outside of mom, no.

Do you like vitamin water? there are a couple good flavors.

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? lol hate no, but i deeply disliked Jase and then became good friends with him for many years.

What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? other people's sex lives are not my business.

Do you get along with your parents? my mom is awesome we get along very well. i do not have any relationship with my dad.

Are you more independent or dependent? a mixture.

Do you believe that what comes around goes around? I mean, it happens sometimes but there’s a lot of people who seem to get away with things or go unpunished. However, I believe the real judgment comes with God when we die.  <<

Who was the last person you were mad at? im aggravated with K.

What are your plans for tonight? Surveys to clear the mind, gilmore girls for comfort. sleep. i already finished my puzzle.

Does anyone love you? yes. i know my family loves me and i know that there are a couple people rn who claim to be in love with me romantically

Do you love anybody? of course

Ever felt like you hit rock bottom? in some ways.. so i guess no lol

What’s the one thing that’s getting you through the week? the belief that it will get better and there are things to live for.

Do you miss anyone? Yes. 

Do you give out second chances too easily? too easily, nah.

What did you do yesterday? taught sunday school and then ended up resting for most of the day. its been nonstop go, go, go for me lately. 

Where is one place you want to visit? switzerland.

What’s your favorite thing to have for breakfast? mcdonalds egg mc muffins and about 500 hashbrowns lolz.

Ever felt that no one relates to you? yeah.

Why did you break your last promise? hmmm. oh i promised my niece we would paint nails but she fell asleep and my flight got moved up :( but luckily she did not remember

What do you think of long-term relationships? they are quite challenging.. often bring out the worst in people. but it can be done.

Do you believe God always saves you from bad situations? nope. but He is always there during the bad times and is present to guide me and comfort me and to prepare me to deal with what i need to deal with.

What’s the worst curse word or saying that you know of? prob the C word.. that just seems so unnecessary.

Do you wish on 11:11? no, im really not superstitious

Are you pissed off about anything? K and i are on the outs, so thats frustrating.

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((okay. hmm. it's obvious i haven't been here a while so i may not have the whole story but i have a Few thoughts on this. wrote this right after i woke up so it Might not be coherent or explain everything the way i intended it to, so feel free to send in an ask for clarification. no promises i’ll answer it tho, because i kinda don’t want to get more involved in it than this.))

#i'll agree that shipping canon abusive relationships in a way that romanticizes it is bad #what i don't agree with is bullying and sending mean anons to each other about these things? havent seen all of them and #i haven't checked the dates but im sure this has been going on before last night. i reblogged that post for awareness; not as a signal to go #harass people over this on Both sides of the issue. which i Assume might happen simply bc i run such a big blog & more people have now seen #the post. and yeah lmao im disappointed in you if you take part that way. there are kinder ways to explain your point. #ones that don't involve hurting people's feelings about it. explaining Why something is wrong because sometimes people aren't Trying to be #bad people; they may just be misinformed and. yelling at them? isn't going to make them learn anything other than to fear backlash #rather than genuinely considering their actions and deciding on their own after gaining a more informed opinion; whether what they were #doing really is okay or not. we're in the kindergarten fandom. not an actual kindergarten; & personally i guess i'm not a fan of Anyone just #being rude to each other no matter who's in the wrong. no matter if the other person is purposely doing uncomfortable things or not; in no #situation is it necessary when you can just state your point and move on #i'm not defending the act of shipping that ship; everything there is to say about it has already been said to which i agree #just the way this information is said at some points makes me kind of. eh. :/ #i don't jump into fandom drama usually but like. no one decides whether we deserve kindness or not based on our actions #there are ways to be firm without being rude abt it. and lookin at both sides there's ways to not be either guilt trippy Or insulting abt it #if they change their mind then great!! if they're still doing the problematic thing even though they aren't ignorant block em and move on #okay that's it im done here #we all do dumb shit and make mistakes. i've made huge mistakes and hurt others when i was 14 and i've grown up since then. #give others a chance to grow up too #oh and i'm applying what i said above to this kind of stuff in general. not specifically the actual situation that happened recently #|| Some Dumb College Kid || OOC. #tw; drama #tw; discourse

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DILF AND MILF

A/N: happy birthday to this wanker, i can't believe he is 28, def a dilf so what's a better way to celebrate him than some dadrry content?? i haven't updated this series in a while so now im making it up a bit!

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

SUMMARY: It's Harry's birthday, but things don't always go as planned with 4 little rascals around. However it doesn't matter to Harry because he just wants to be with the people he loves the most: his wife and kids.

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

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When you first started dating Harry you always made sure to make his birthday the best it could be. Whether pampering him with the things he loves the most, throwing him surprise parties or waking him up the best way possible that had him moaning and gasping right away in the morning. You always wanted his day to be as special as the man himself is.

When you had Ellie, you got to surprise him with the other girl that totally had his heart beside you. You made a little card as if baby Ellie wrote it and then stamped her tiny hands covered in paint onto it. Sticking it into her hands you wanted her to be the one giving it to him, but by the time you got to your bedroom from her nursery she started chewing on the card so the top right corner got a little beaten up.

Harry cried like a baby when he saw the two of you, Ellie wearing a onsie with the text “Happy Birthday Dada”, giggling wildly when she spotted her dad in bed, flopping the card around that now was partially soaked by her saliva.

He still has that card on his shelves in his study along with many more tiny mementos he has gotten from the kids throughout the years.

Then the twins were born and life had gotten a lot more hectic. Navigating your days with a toddler and two babies was to say the least hard. Harry’s morning surprise got a little messed up, you wanted to make him breakfast in bed, but you couldn’t possibly carry the tray of food into his room, have the babies in your arm and also tame Ellie who was very much enjoying running around the room at that time. You brought Maddie in with the tray of food, Ellie zooming into your bedroom as well, throwing himself onto Harry, before you ran back and got Maxie as well. You were away just for about thirty seconds, but things went downhill pretty fast. Harry had Maddie in his arms and Ellie started jumping on the bed, the orange juice on the tray spilling all over the food and Harry of course chose to save Ellie from falling off the bed instead of his French toast.

When he saw your trembling lips seeing his breakfast ruined, he did everything he could to make you feel better. He swore he loved French toast this way the most.

He even took a few bites from the soggy food, that made you laugh, but you didn’t let him eat the rest, though he tried to, just to see you smile again. You made breakfast together after that, he had Maddie on his hips, the little baby adorably babbling at him, while you had Maxie sit on the kitchen counter next to you, Ellie running around your feet, giggling and singing to herself. As horrible as the morning started, it’s one of your favorite memories now.

As the three little rascals grew, it got easier to handle them and plan surprises. With the twins on their own feet and Ellie growing into such a smart little girl, they had been a big help with surprises for their daddy, all three of them excited to do something for Harry.

You wanted to plan something out this year as well. So badly. But things didn’t turn out to be the way you wanted them at all.

Max has been coming down with a cold the days leading up to Harry’s birthday. He’s been coughing and even had a fever last night. Harry was up with him quite a few times during the night, he had trouble sleeping when his nose got clogged at one point, so whenever you were feeding Leo, Harry was in the twins’ room checking up on him, it’s been a tiring night for the both of you.

Leo has been crankier too and at first you thought he might have caught something from Maxie, but he was breathing fine and showed no signs of fever or coughing. Harry was the one who came up with an explanation. Leo and Maxie have been so attached this past month, often he is the only one who can calm the baby down whenever he is throwing a fit. You could rock or cuddle him, Harry could sing to him whatever song, he wouldn’t stop screaming until he sees his big brother. Max just pops his head into his sight and Leo would be smiling the next moment, it’s unbelievable.

Leo must have been sensing Max’s discomfort and that’s why he’s been on the edge as well, giving you two moody children out of the four.

Ellie has been practicing her spelling lately, determined to be the best one in her class so every time you tell her anything, she spells out whatever you said before doing it or answering you. It’s been hard to be patient when you’re in a hurry and you ask her to put her shoes on and she starts chanting S-H-O-E-S! You’ve been joking to Harry about making her forget the alphabet ever existed.

Surprisingly, Maddie has been the best behaved lately, she’s been obsessed with her little brother as well, all of her play dolls long forgotten, she only wants to play with Leo. Brushing his barely-there hair, helping you feeding him whenever he is getting a bottle, always wanting to be there when you change his diapers, calling him Leo Poopoo and giggling when she smells the poop, she’s been on full big sister duty. But that comes with her never leaving your side since you have Leo with you most of the time as well. Having just a few private moments to yourself is a privilege you haven’t had in a while.

So Harry’s birthday started off just as hectic as every other day in the Styles household. Harry is out cold when you wake up at five thirty, worn-out after staying up most of the night, comforting Maxie so at least the little boy could rest a bit. Snoring into his pillow, he looks just as handsome as you first met him. Smiling to yourself you lean closer and kiss him softly, careful not to wake him up.

“Happy birthday,” you whisper and he just sighs in his sleep as you let him sleep a little longer.

You get Leo from his nursery, give him a quick diaper change and head to the twins room. Maddie is already up, brushing her own hair while Max is half asleep, rolling around in bed with his mouth wide open since he can’t breathe through his nose. Poor baby!

“Mommy!” Maddie gasps happily when she sees you walk in with Leo.

“Want to watch Leo while I check in on your brother?” you smile at her and she nods eagerly, already pushing the bedding off her bed, clearing the mattress of her big girl bed so you can lay Leo down without having to if worry something gets in his mouth that doesn’t belong there. Maddie has been amazing keeping these things in her mind, always making sure her little brother is safe.

You lay the babbling baby down and Maddie sits beside him, tickling his tummy as you move over to Max’s bed.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” you coo, brushing his hair out of his forehead. He blinks his slightly glassy eyes at you as you check if he has a fever. He feels just a bit hotter than the usual, definitely better than last night, but still not the best.

“I’m tired,” he sighs with pouty lips. Your heart always breaks seeing your kids sick, wanting to take whatever discomfort or pain they feel.

“You can go back to sleep, but you have to eat something, okay? I’ll make you some tea, that will be good for your throat.”

He hums and nods as you kiss his forehead before he gets out of bed with his crazy bedhead, dragging his feet over to Maddie’s bed to check in on his little buddy. It’s unbelievable how Leo starts screaming the moment he sees Max, the baby is obsessed with his brother for sure.

The door opens and Ellie strides into the room, hugging you from behind.

“Morning, Ellie Bunny,” you hum, kissing the top of her head.

“B-U-N-N-Y!” she chants and you just take a deep breath smiling at her, hoping this spelling phase will end very soon.

Gathering all the kids you head down to the kitchen to start breakfast and things go downhill soon. Leo’s happiness quickly vanishes even with Max around. He starts cracking up again, no matter what you do. Max is whining about his sore throat, getting a little clingy, while Maddie keeps asking you if she can feed Leo, but you were gonna breastfeed him so she can’t really help you with that. And while all that, Ellie keeps spelling every other word she hears from you, dancing on your nerves.

But you’re determined not to lose your patience.

However handling the situation on hand, making breakfast with a two months old, a sick almost five year-old and another one pretending to be a mother as well while your eldest is like a cheerleader, spelling everything. And dealing with the madness that your children are, you run out of time to surprise Harry with at least a nice breakfast.

Harry wakes up hearing Leo crying downstairs, his dad-instincts kicking in at the sound of his baby rioting. Growling and rubbing his eyes he blinks them open to find your side of the bed empty, your scent still lingering on your pillow though. It’s been a while since the last time he could get at least a bit of cuddling with you in the morning, baby Leo is always quick to demand to be fed the moment he opens his eyes, shortening your intimate moments with Harry.

Getting out of bed he pulls a hoodie over his head, jumping into a pair of sweatpants before heading downstairs to see what his not so little family is up to. He hears Maddie’s chatter when he is still on the stairs, telling Leo about something nonsense and he questions if Ellie is up when he realizes no one is spelling. As he gets to the bottom of the stairs he spots the lot of you, gathered around the dining table.

You’re sitting with Leo in your arms, latched onto your breast having his breakfast without a bother in the world, Maddie standing by your side, talking to the baby as if he understood a word she was saying. In the meantime, she is gently scratching his head, swirling his soft little hair, kissing the top of his head every once in a while.

Max is sitting on your other side, his chair pulled close to you so he can cuddle you, watching what you’re doing with your free hand with heavy eyes and rosy cheeks. All ingredients are laid out on the table for pancakes and you’re trying to navigate and get them in the mixing bowl while having an eye on every kid around you. And then there is Ellie sitting at the table across from you, a notebook in front of her and Harry can’t help but smirk when he realizes what she is doing. Instead of spelling the words out loud, you’ve gotten her to write the letters down, saving everyone from the constant chanting. You’re a genius.

“And then she went to the mall, because she wanted to ride a pony,” Maddie finishes the story she’s been rambling about just as Harry walks closer, coming into your sight.

“Oh! You’re up! No!” you gasp, checking the time and seeing how much of it you’ve wasted. “I wanted to have breakfast ready for you!” you whine, pouting your lips as he walks closer and kisses the frown off your face.

“Let me just help you with it, okay?” he hums, taking Maxie into his arms and as the boy hugs his neck he helps you out with the pancakes.

“I’m sorry, this morning has been a little all over the place,” you sigh, disappointed in yourself that you couldn’t do this one little thing for him.

“It’s everything I wanted, Y/N,” he smiles at you, kissing you again.

After successfully feeding every Styles in the household, you take a stroll in the park, bringing some food for lunch so you can have a picnic. You manage to sneak some cupcakes from the bakery nearby and sticking a candle into one of them, you all sing happy birthday to Harry. You don’t miss the single tear that rolls down his cheek as he watches all his babies and his wife together. He truly feels like the luckiest man alive.

“Happy birthday, I love you,” you tell him, kissing the tear away as you pull him into your embrace.

“I love you too,” he kisses you on the lips before gathering all his babies in a bear hug.

The day passes by fast and though you wanted it to be special, it kind of felt just like every other day in your life. Originally, you wanted to take the kids to the zoo and then passing the kids off to the grandparents, you planned to have a dinner date with Harry, but Max’s cold rewrote the schedule and you didn’t have the heart to pass him on while still feeling a bit off.

You have dinner together at home and then Harry gets to choose a movie, but of course, he chooses what the kids want. You’re feeding Leo while cuddled up to his side, the twins lying on the floor on top of the pillows they stole from the couch and Ellie is on the other side of Harry, her feet in his lap.

Then it’s bath time and eventually bath time and by ten o’clock, all Styles kids are down, only the two of you awake in the house. You’re already in bed when Harry walks in, only wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants, and though through the years he has definitely gotten himself a bit of a dad body, softer in parts where he used to be hard muscles, he still looks fit and absolutely ravishing.

“Who is this hot DILF in my bedroom?” you grin at him, biting into your bottom lip. He stops in his tracks, even blushing at your compliment before he strikes a pose, does a twirl to give you a glimpse of his ass before joining you in bed.

“The hot MILF in my bed turned me into a DILF, four times,” he chuckles, gathering you in is arms as you cuddle under the sheets. His hands sneak to your stomach underneath the t-shirt you are wearing, but you’re quick to push them away.

“Stop, leave my baby fat alone!” you pout at him. You haven’t been able to get rid of the weight you put on with Leo, not that you actually paid it any attention. Life has been way too hectic with four kids, you barely had any time to focus on yourself. Though you’re not too self-conscious about the way you look just two months after giving birth, you definitely have a few insecurities when it comes to your body these days.

“What’s wrong with baby fat?” he gasps, pretending to be hurt at your request.

“That it’s still there,” you chuckle nervously.

“But I love it. It’s soft and squishy and keeps reminding me that we have a baby!”

“Do you often need a reminder that we have a baby?” you laugh as his hands keep roaming and squeezing your body.

“No, the little lad in the next room reminds me enough too,” he chuckles, nodding towards the baby monitor on the night stand which is silent for now, but you know in a few hours Leo will be demanding either your boob or a diaper change.

Sighing you sink into his arms and wrap your legs around him as you tangle up comfortably.

“I’m sorry today didn’t turn out the way you wanted,” you mumble.

“What are you talking about? Today was fucking amazing!”

“But I couldn’t even surprise you with breakfast! And our dinner plans got thrown out the window too,” you pout at him, but he is quick to kiss it off of your face.

“Stop, it was perfect. Especially the morning. I was right about to start crying when I saw you with all our babies. And don’t worry about dinner, I loved just staying home with the kiddos. It will always be my favorite thing.”

“God, you are so… nice!” you gape at him, making him laugh. “Fuck, I really married a good one,” you sigh happily.

“Are you realizing it only now?” he huffs dramatically.

“No,” you smirk. “Realized it about a year ago,” you tease him and he is quick to attack you with tickles, rolling on top of you, the tickles and giggles turning into a heavy make-out session soon and you’re eager to end his birthday in a pleasing way, staying up, using your alone time to the fullest until Leo’s cries beam through the monitor.

Harry stays with you in his nursery while you feed him, bathing in the sight of the love of his life taking so good care of the baby he created with you. There’s no doubt in him that his birthday has been a great one.

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9:49 pm

y/n: 1 image attached

9:52 pm

y/n: shit

y/n: i'm sorry

y/n: i didn't mean to send you that

y/n: your names start with the same letter

y/n: im sorry

9:54 pm

rj: ur good

rj: and hey

rj: it's a nice picture

rj: kinda sad it wasn't meant for me

that was three days ago. you really hoped it would end at ryujin's 'ur okay' but after she said she wished it was for her, you couldn't really run away from it, you wanted to know more, a part of you felt like you needed to know more. because to this day, ryujin never showed signs of being attracted to you.

sure, she told you she thought you were pretty, or whenever she thought you looked hot, but she never really expressed being attracted to you. so now, after flirting all night and setting up a date to meet, you were on your way to her place. you were almost there in fact, just entering the reception of her apartment complex as you looked through your conversation to double check her floor number

the entire ride of the elevator up four floors makes the sweat on your palms increase, and you take one last look at yourself in the screen of your phone to fix anything from your appearance had changed in the thirty minutes it took you to come here. you're thinking so much you don't realize you're at her door until your knuckles meet the surface of it to knock and let her know you were here.

"hi" ryujin smiles, just like always, and opens the door for you to come in. she's wearing a fluffy, oversized sweater tucked into her jean shorts. her black hair is straightened and rests on her shoulder nicely, carelessly.

you lift the bottle of wine up for her to grab, and she leads you to the beautiful soapstone counter. you haven't been here before. not because the two of you weren't on that level as friends, but because an opportunity never presented for it. the girls always offered their houses for any gatherings, and for your birthdays you all usually went out, so there wasn't a specific reason for you to go to her apartment.

she places two wine glasses in front of you, and moves to sit on the stool right next to you while she fills the glasses halfway with the expensive beverage. she never once faced the counter itself, but ryujin faces you the entire time you're sitting at the counter. you talk for around two hours, and, when you were confident enough thanks to the wine, you were the one who brought her closer for a kiss.

she expected her to make the first move first, but she doesn't have anything against you initiating some of your own. and the two of you kiss there for a while untilyou stand up and walk to the space between her legs, and she welcomes you eagerly.

it turns in some way animalistic. teeth are clashing, tongues crashing, lips smacking against each other, warm and hot breaths meeting whenever the two of you separate for air. and it's not long until both your hands add to the equation, yours where her jaw meets her neck, hers on your waist.. getting lower and lower but not reaching your ass.

she swore she would take it slow the first time, the last thing she wanted was to scare you. but she can't help walking you to her room right now, and a part of her wanted to take you right on the sofa, but she quickly realized you were just starting, so she had more than enough time to do that later.

ryujin knows the walk to her room with her eyes closed, and it comes in handy when the two of you keep kissing even when walking to her room. she's the one walking backwards this time, and her hands on your hips tug you with her to whatever direction she's taking. it's all so comfortable, even when you lay on her bed and she climbs on top of you, kissing elsewhere even though she wanted to kiss your lips for longer.

now, your blazer was thrown somewhere on the floor back when you started kissing at the counter. so she has a lot more space to kiss with just the spaghetti strap top on your upper body. consequently to her kissing your body, your hands had to move somewhere other than her face, and your arms easily wrap around her frame, one of them tangled in her hair but not pulling just yet.

you seem to have no notion of time, because the next time you open your eyes, she's coming up from kissing (and marking) up your inner thighs, which she had access to after stripping you of your shorts. but your underwear is still on, just like all of her clothes.

so you realize it's for you to fix, and when she reaches you, your hands start making quick work of her shorts while you kiss her. and ryujin helps of course, being as she is still on top. and the next thing you know she's in just her underwear when she pulls your top over your head.

there's more kissing, wet, hot and long kisses making you search for air sooner than the last, and then both your underwear are next before she positions herself with her legs tangled in yours. the first thing on your mind then is why she chose tribbing and scissoring in specific as the first thing the two of you do, seeing as you usually have to shuffle a bit before finding the right spot.

"ryujin.." you find out soon enough why when she finds that spot fairly quickly than other partners you've had before. both of you enjoy the sway of her hips and you hope your nails digging in her hips and ass are letting her know so. she basks in the noises you make, one because it makes her proud, but also because it makes her hornier

she makes noises of her own as well. because the scene is too erotic for her, the fact that she looks down and meets your eyes closed in such a relaxed way while your lips curl in an o and more of those delightful noises fill her ears whenever she moves, it makes her dizzy, along with your few praises of "that feels so good" "yes, yes, yes" "don't stop"

and she doesn't, she keeps going even when you announce your orgasm and she doesn't stop until she reaches her own. overstimulating you on the way there, and a part of her panics because she never asked if you were okay with that, but she'll ask later, because the only thing she can currently think of is the way you pull her down for another kiss before turning the two of you around so you were now on top, and she knew neither of you would really talk much for the remainder of the night

#fwb-timeline #fwb!ryujin #my stuff #itzy smut #itzy imagine #itzy imagines

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Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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Ahahahahaha there IS a rami under the hat! anyway shitty quick sledgefu fic under the cut bc that was some brilliant inspiration right there - no beta or re-reads so this is rough lol. It's RIDICULOUS IMSOSORRY

Being a hipster in Orange County is exhausting. It's so hard to find good quality antique furniture these days. There's plenty of options, you can't cross town without coming across another vintage shop. And yet Eugene goes through three different shops with no luck. Here in sunny California, the odds of finding antiques are good, but the goods are odd.

Obviously a tried and true technique to weed out the good stuff is to observe fellow antiquing hipsters around you. And Gene's been watching the smartly dressed man at the end of the aisle for almost ten minutes. This man looks pretentious as hell, but he seems to know what he's doing. Unlike Gene, who couldn't tell an authentic colonial from a cheap pottery barn knockoff. Does Pottery Barn even make colonials? What is a colonial anyway? He thinks his mother brought it up in conversation once. Antiques are about the only safe discussion topic nowadays.

Anyway this smartly dressed man is examining something at the end of the row of shelves intensely. Eugene can't see what the guy is looking at, but it drives his curiosity insane. The guy even climbs onto a ladder so he can get a view of the object from above.

Eugene skirts his way around another row of shelves and casually steps closer and closer - coming at it so it appears unintentional.

Of course, the hipster guy on the ladder sees right through Gene. He turns his head arrogantly down towards Eugene and cocks it. Somehow, despite the odd angle, the guy's Madeline style hat stays on as if it's glued to his head.

"I gotta see it from all angles," the man announces, as if this were the answer to a question Eugene desperately needed answering.

"Huh," Eugene says.

The man smiles. It grows on his face like the Cheshire cat. And Eugene is fairly certain under the sunglasses his eyes are shrewd.

"Snaf get down from the ladder, the last thing we need is to be banned from another antique shop," a second man comes up to them carrying an old pair of boots. He glances at Gene and nods, "Hey. I'm Burgie...that man up there is Snafu."

Snafu slithers down from the ladder and lightly lands across from Eugene in the aisle.

"Nice to meet you," Eugene holds his hand out, "Eugene Sledge."

Burgie shakes his hand, "Pleasure." He then turns to Snafu and kicks the boots at his shoulder, "C'mon, I found what I needed, let's head out."

"Wait a sec, I haven't decided if I want this mod shelf for my records or not," Snafu gestures to the thing he'd been amiring.

"Okay," Burgie sighs, "But don't take too long, Im checking out." He takes his vintage boots and goes.

Eugene turns to get a good look at the thing Snafu was considering. And suddenly the heavens open up, god rays come down, light shines like a halo,and Eugene swears he hears a choir. This is it. This is the end piece he was looking for. This is exactly the kind of thing he needs for the "TV" nook in his apartment that will never hold a TV (he has a 24 inch laptop and like ALL the streaming services but he is SO above having a TV like some rich bourgeoisie).

"It's perfect, isn't it," Snafu says, noticing Eugene's sudden awe.

Shit. He noticed. That means Snafu's going to take it. Number one rule of climbing the hipster ladder: if someone else finds value in something you better get it first.

"I'm not sure, I think my mom has almost the exact same shelf system back home," Eugene shrugs, "She got it from, like, Ikea ten years ago or something. It was a whole thing. Super popular...'retro'...you know how it goes."

"Yeah," Snafu says. He sounds like he might eat Eugene up.

Eugene clears his throat awkwardly.

Snafu throws his head back and switches into appraiser mode, "You're wrong though. You can tell this is authentic by the wood paneling, and the 60s era joints, and this cantilevered bit right here."

Eugene's never wanted someone so much so suddenly right there.

"It'd be perfect for my record collection... It'll even look good from my lofted bed..." Snafu continues.

"I want it," Eugene states quickly and firmly.

Snafu's eyebrows raise at Eugene's audacity. "Well..." Snafu says. He slowly lifts his Janis Joplin sunglasses and eyes Eugene, "I was going to take the shelf but..." he grins "... I'll take you instead."

"What?" Eugene asks incredulously.

"Go on a date with me and I'll give it to you," Snafu demands, "Hell, I'll even buy it for you."

"I..." Eugene stutters. He can feel a blush already forming on his cheeks.

"Better say yes before I change my mind..." Snafu warns in an obnoxiously self-assured tone of voice.

"Yes!" Eugene blurts without hesitance.

The grin Snafu gives him outshines the glory halo from earlier.

Eugene blushes down to his toes. Maybe he should have...played it more casual or acted disinterested. He's not actually very good at this hipster thing.

On the other hand, he does end up getting a free shelf out of the deal. The only thing Snafu makes him do is give Snafu his number, carry the shelf out to his own car, and give Snafu a ride home.

"Burgie texted me, said he's already moved on to the next shop, but don't worry our apartment's real close by," Snafu explains.

"This shelf is insanely heavy," Eugene grumbles under the weight. He's questioning his purchase decisions.

"That's how you know it's real wood," Snafu scolds him.

"Can't you at least take a corner? Lighten the load a tiny bit?" Eugene asks.

"Naw," Snafu sits on the hood of Eugene's 1946 Chevy and smiles, "I like to watch the posers sweat."

Eugene rolls his eyes, "I'm getting an authentic 1960's shelf, and you're getting a date with a fake hipster. I think you got the raw end of the deal here."

"No way," Snafu assures him. He hops off the car and finally helps by opening the door and guiding the shelf onto the back seat, "I see this as an investment."

"An investment?" Eugene echoes.

"Yeah," Snafu says. He bumps the car door shut with his hip and gets into Eugene's space, swaggering a little, "The way I see it... In two... No.. One month... I'll have joint custody over this shelf. It'll be as good as mine. I just gotta wait patiently."

"You mean... You think..." Eugene stammer, ".... You think I will..."

Snafu's smirk widens and he leans in closer, and closer, as if he's gonna lay a kiss on Gene right then and there.

But he's interrupted by Burgie come running out the door, "Hey! Shelton, what the hell you charged that shelf to my account!"

"C'mon, time to go!" Snafu tells Eugene excitedly. He opens the driver door, grabs Eugene's elbow and manhandles him in. Snafu then vaults the car's hood and hops in through the open passenger window. "Drive!"

"Snafu, I'm never giving you any of Florence's homemade pop tarts ever again!" Burgie yells as Eugene's car peels away.

#Sledgefu #Bad germs

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Ocean Eyes - Part 5

To say i didn't get much sleep last night was an understatement! I had spent a couple hours on the phone to my mom telling her about Chris showing up and now knowing about Mason while having a couple glasses of wine. When i finally did go to bed i couldn't switch my brain off,  the last time i had looked at the time it was nearly 4:30am and i knew Mason would be getting up around 6! It felt like i had just closed my eyes when that darling boy of mine came jumping on the bed to wake me up.

After breakfast we both got ready and headed out to the car, i needed to go to the store to get some groceries (if i had guests coming round i should really have something to offer them).

"Oh nooo.... mom creepy Brian is coming out" Mason said quietly.

"Sshhh i told you not to call him that" i chuckled as we rushed to get into the car before Brian could reach us.

"Thats what you and aunt Hannah call him though" he rolled his eyes like i was crazy as i reversed out of the drive.

"Only when we're inside where he can't hear us. You can't say that while his around baby"

"Fine, i wont say it again" he shrugged "is my dad coming back today?"

"He said he was gonna come see you today"

"I like him, he seems cool"

I didn't know what to say to that so i just kept my eyes on the road.

"Mom, dont you like my dad?...."

"Sure i do bud, i just haven't seen your dad in a long time"

"But he makes you sad"

"Im fine Mace, don't you worry" i forced a smiled trying to put on a brave face for him.

Walking around the store i found myself picking up things i knew Chris and Scott liked.... or at least what they used to like.

I was loading the bags into the car when i got a text message.

Chris: Hey, just checking its still okay if we come over today?

Y/N: Sure

Chris: Thats good because we're at the house but your not home....

Y/N: Im at the store, be back in 5 minutes

Chris: 👍🏻

A thumbs up?? Really Chris??

I internally face palmed, he was still a dork.

I spotted Chris's car parked out on the road leaving the drive way empty, once i had parked up he then drove up and parked behind me. Mason was already out the car and running over to see Chris before i even had my belt off!

I got out and walked around to the trunk to get the groceries out.

"Morning Neighbour" i heard Brian approaching.

"God damn it" i muttered under my breath before sticking my head around to see him "hi Brian"

"You need a hand with those bags Y/N?"

"No thanks i'm good, got plenty of help with these two" i threw a thumb back pointing towards Chris & Scott.

"You sure? i don't mind helping you out"

"Its fine, we've got it" Chris said coming to a stop beside me with Scott and Mason either side of him, he reached in and easily scooped up two bags, Scott grabbing the another.

"We're all good, thanks for the offer though"

"Anytime, you know where i am" he smiled and walked back to his house stopping a few times to look back.

"Urghh" i shivered "guy gives me the creeps" i muttered quietly as i shut the trunk and led the way up to the house.

"Is he always like that?" Scott asked his eyes going comically wide at the thought.

"Yeah. He always appears when we're leaving the house or getting back...."

"Thats a little weird"

"Im sure he's harmless...." i shrugged. Chris was being unusually quiet, I didn't ask him what his problem was.

"Mom and aunt Hannah call him creepy Brian but its a secret" Mason said quietly to Chris and Scott even though we were now safely inside.

"Mace, stop it" i laughed shaking my head.

"He can't hear me mom its fine"

"Honestly kid...."

"Wonder where he gets it from huh?" Scott chuckled at me.

"Definitely his dad" i rolled my eyes "i love him more than life itself but he's a pain my ass sometimes" i muttered quietly so Mason couldn't hear.

"Sounds just like Chris" Scott laughed playfully nudging my shoulder with his.

"I heard that!" Chris added just making Scott laugh louder.

I made some sandwiches for lunch and grabbed some drinks taking them all out into the garden where Chris and Scott were kicking a ball around with Mason.

"Foods ready guys" i called out to them once everything was laid out.

"Can i sit next to dad?" Mason asked running over.

"Sure bud, Scott looks like you stuck with me" i shrugged switching their plates around.

"Fine by me sweetheart, id rather sit next to you anyway"

"At least someone wants to sit with me" i joked sticking my tongue out at Mason making him giggle.

"Hey Y/N..?" I heard Brian call from behind me, i sighed closing my eyes before turning around to see him looking over the fence at us.

"Hey Brian, everything okay?"

"Oh yeah! I just wanted to remind you about the BBQ, your friends are more than welcome to join us too"

"Thanks for the invite Brian but i think we're just gonna have a quiet family lunch"

"Okay well if y'all change your mind just come on over"

"Will do" i forced a smiled and turned back around.

"Has he gone?" I whispered to Chris who had the clear view of next door.

"Yeah" he nodded "that guy needs to take a hint".

"I don't think he knows how to" i shook my head before taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Maybe you should give him a shot" Scott teased wiggling his eyebrows.

"No!" Both Chris and I said at the same time.

"Relax i was joking" Scott laughed before shooting Chris a look. Chris looked like he was about say something but his cell phone ringing his pocket drew his attention.

"Sorry i need to take this" he said getting up from the table "hey Lindsey" i heard him say as he walked further down the yard for some privacy.

"Lindsey? That the girlfriend?" I asked Scott quietly, he nodded giving me a sad smile "its fine, i just wondered"

"I don't think it'll last personally"

"He obviously feels differently if he's now wanting that divorce"

"Thats because he's an idiot"

"Not gonna argue with you on that....."

"So what about you? Anyone special in your life Y/N?"

"Yeah Mason" i scoffed "i don't have time for dating. Being a single parent is tough Scott.... most guys run a mile when they hear you have a kid..."

"But you must have dated a bit?"

"Not really" i shook my head feeling my face burn in embarrassment.

"Y/N, there has been someone since my brother right?"

I looked up at Scott slowly shaking my head "no. I've been on a couple dinner dates Hannah set me up on but nothing ever came of it" i shrugged "its fine".

"Jesus woman how long has it been....like 7 years??" He asked looking surprised.

"Something like that" i mumbled picking up my glass of water, my throat suddenly bone dry.

"Girl that is some dry spell, please tell me you at least have a vibrator!" He said quietly so Mason wouldn't hear. I choked on the water that i was swallowing and started coughing before it turned to laugher.

"God i've missed you Scott" i smiled at him.

"I've missed you too! But that doesn't answer my question".

"Whats so funny?" Chris asked as he rejoined us.

"Just Scott being Scott" i rolled my eyes.

"Im finished mom can we go play football again now?" Mason asked looking hopeful.

"In a little bit bud, your dad and Scott are still eating".

Hannah and Lucas turned up unannounced not long after lunch was finished and I was grateful for the distraction. Lucas quickly joined in with Mason, Chris and Scott who were kicking the ball around again while Hannah poured us both a glass of wine.

"So hows it been having him around again?" She asked looking over at Chris.

"Weird. But Mason loves it"

"Your handling it better than i would be!"

"Mason deserves to know his dad, Chris has already been warned that i'll kill him if he does anything to upset him"

"I don't doubt that for a second" she laughed refilling our glasses.

"So..... Friday? I was thinking we start small just hitting some bars then we can end the night at 'Ruby's' for some dancing. I know you need to be wasted before you even consider dancing"

"Han i said id go out for a few drinks not an all nighter!"

"Oh come on! You haven't had a good night out in forever babe, we'll find us some cute guys...."

"Hannah...." i groaned closing my eyes.

"Ooh i heard you mention cute guys" Scott sat down looking very interested in our conversation.

"Im trying to talk Y/N into finding a cute guy to give her some much needed attention when we go out Friday" Hannah told Scott making me roll my eyes.

"Id listen to Hannah, you are in some serious need of male attention"

"But i don't just hook up with strangers guys.... we've talked about this!"

"Well maybe you should! Im just saying you deserve to find someone who makes you happy Y/N. Just because your a mom now doesn't mean you can't find love" Hannah said reaching over taking my hand with a smile. She had a point.... i couldn't sit around waiting for a man who had made his feelings perfectly clear 7 years ago. A man who was in a serious relationship..... maybe it was time to try and move on from him.

"Can i please come with you? I could use a night out" Scott asked looking hopeful.

"Sure, its been a while since you joined us on a night out Scotty" i smiled at him.

"You can help me find this one a man while your at it" Hannah smirked and shared a look with Scott that spelt nothing but trouble.

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[longassr1de]

Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

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With One Direction he became world famous in 2011, now Louis Tomlinson is finally releasing his long-awaited solo debut “Walls”. In an exchange of words, he talks about working on the album, the upcoming tour and his New Year's resolutions.

An article by Anna Fliege - Louis' concise voice feels almost familiar when she greets me on the phone. I have met her countless times in songs, interviews and television appearances.

There is an exciting decade behind the 28-year-old. What began with his participation in the British casting show X Factor led him to the most successful boy band of all time, countless times around the world and to the person he is today. After four years, his first solo album, which bears the name " Walls ", is ready to go.

Louis, how are you? Only two weeks until "Walls" finally comes out!

Louis Tomlinson : Very good, we started rehearsals. I am very happy that the album will be released soon and that I can go on tour with it.

How do you spend the time until the release? I can imagine that it is very exciting.

Louis Tomlinson : Before I started this year, I would have said that I feel the excitement. But now that the release is getting closer, I'm getting more relaxed and looking forward to the release. I think that's how it is for everyone who releases their first album.

But I'm relieved too! Relieved to finally be at this point. It took 4 years and I am looking forward to moving on. Starting with the next album, going on tour, all of that. Of course I'm happy that people will finally hear the album soon.

Do you want to reveal what is behind the album title?

Louis Tomlinson : It started with " Walls " being my favorite track on the album. And I thought it was a title anyway that made you think and left room for interpretation. You can do a lot with it visually. I am very happy with it.

When I knew we were talking to each other, I immediately wrote down the following question: One Direction has shaped your public image significantly and probably the press has also contributed to it. But I wonder how you want other people to see you. Especially from new fans who will surely come with the album?

Louis Tomlinson : I think the most important thing for me is to be seen as a good songwriter. As someone who not only writes songs, but also conveys feelings. That is my intention. I don't want embarrassing silence in my songs. I want to make people feel something.

But let's not forget the Directioners. I think I have never experienced such a loyal and loving fan base. Do you get a lot of what they're dealing with and what they're talking about online?

Louis Tomlinson : Yes, I think I can already see a lot of it. We have always been blessed with such a great fan base. I get a lot of what they're talking about online and feel the presence of these loyal, committed people.

Not long until your first big solo tour. And that is true to the motto "GO BIG OR GO HOME", huh? 50 tour dates - that's crazy, Louis! Are you looking forward to it?

Louis Tomlinson : Oh yes, I'm so happy! I repeat myself, but this is exactly what I was working towards. The release of “Walls” is one thing, but going on tour is another thing entirely. People see their reactions to the songs live - concerts are a very special experience for me.

I've already experienced that with One Direction, but I wasn't on tour all by myself. That is why I am very excited and full of anticipation.

Is there a concert you're particularly looking forward to? I can imagine that your hometown gig in Doncaster will be special?

Louis Tomlinson : Definitely. I have spent a lot of my life there and have visited the Doncaster venue many times, but never thought that I would play a solo show there, so I am looking forward to it even more. It will be very special!

Can you already reveal what to expect on the tour?

Louis Tomlinson : We haven't made any final decisions with regard to the show, but we want to avoid bells and whistles and elements that are too unusual. I want to focus on the music and the band.

My last question is due to the beginning of the year. Do you have good resolutions for 2020? And I don't mean that you will release a fabulous album and go on a big tour with it - I think we can check it off.

Louis Tomlinson : I actually did two other things! (laughs) I want to get more involved in football and play myself. And on the other hand, I have to take my guitar in my hand more often, which I have neglected lately.

I hope you will find time for this with your huge tour schedule!

Louis Tomlinson : Definitely for the guitar, that shouldn't be a problem on tour.

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