#i put my socks on in my room along with the rest of my Outside Clothes

[mattslolita]

older - m. sturniolo

in which ... your boyfriend comes back pissed off, and you let him take his anger out on you. older!boyfriend!matt x black!fem!reader

warnings ; rough!dom!matt , sub!reader , unprotected piv ( wrap it freaks ), oral ( fem! receiving ), fingering , creampie

"𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

you had just got home from your shopping spree with your friend, a happy and giddy mess as you held your bags in your hand whilst you made your way up to your boyfriend's room.

since he had work, he had made sure to give you one of the spare keys to the home he shared with he and his brothers — he took care of everything, even providing you with a place to live, as he wanted you living with him.

you also wanted to hurry and get your bags sorted out before he came back, in case he needed to finish up some work so you wouldn't be in his way.

after putting your bags on the bed in you guys' shared bedroom, you strip from your outside clothing into your pajamas for the rest of the day, deciding to keep the pink bow you wore in your hair. you then made your way downstairs into the kitchen. you slid around in your socks as you stopped in front of the fridge, opening it as you hummed to a song under your breath.

you took out fresh strawberries and a rootbeer, setting them both on the counter as you closed the fridge — whilst balancing the strawberries in one hand and the rootbeer can in the other, you pranced back upstairs into the room, closing the door behind you as you did so.

you set the strawberries on the neat and tidy desk space, along with the root beer. cracking the can open, you take a small sip of the bubbly, sugary liquid as it goes down your throat.

the small mini speaker you kept on the vanity desk sat there, causing you to grin as you hooked your phone to it, turning on the bluetooth. you sat down at the vanity desk, a hand under your chin as you put both your feet under thighs, causing your ass to pop out slightly.

you begin to hum as you can be the boss by lana del rey plays throughout the speaker, standing up and walking over to the bags.

"you taste like the fourth of july, malt liquor on your breath my my," you sing, taking out a cute top, "i love you but i don't know why."

your socks padded against the floor as you almost bounced over to the mirror, holding the top up to you as you tilted your head while gazing at yourself. a smile instantly overtakes your features as you go to hang the top up in the closet.

a loud opening of the bedroom door causes you to gasp and turn around, only to find your boyfriend with an irritable expression painting his features, running a hand along the stubble on his jaw.

"hi baby!" you say cheerily, in attempt to fix his frown, his eyes immediately raking over your body causing you to tingle nervously, "is everything okay?"

"everything's fine, doll," he huffs, and you frown at this, crossing your arms over your chest taking slow steps towards him. "i'm just pissed as fuck right now."

his eyes settle onto your shared bed just then, causing you to bite your lip worriedly as they scan the various shopping bags. "where'd you go while i was gone?"

"it's no big deal, i just went shopping with sasha," you say nervously, prancing over towards the bed as you hold up a different top to show him, "do you like this?"

"whose money did you use?" he curves your question with his own, his arms crossing over his chest as you get a full view of the tatted arm causing a wetness to form in the cloth of your thong.

"mine..." you answer him, your doe eyes looking up at him as you blink.

"your money," he chuckles, except there's not a hint of amusement in his tone of voice — it's a condescending tone he takes with you, and you can already see what's going to happen before it does.

"what'd i tell you?" he asks you, walking up to you slowly, as your legs are now pressed against the bed while his hands go to grip your waist harshly, "about spending your money? did you forget the rules, bunny?"

"n-no," you swallow, attempting to divert your gaze elsewhere.

his ringed hand hooks onto your jaw, forcing your gaze upright towards his. "look at me when i'm talking to you, doll. did you forget the rules?"

"no, i didn't forget the rules," you shake your head, your bottom lip pouting slightly as you answered him.

"tuh, i was almost hoping you had forgotten," he says with a shake of his head, his jaw ticking, "i'm already pissed the fuck off about work, then i come home to see this?"

"m'sorry, baby," you tell him, your eyes downcast slightly, until suddenly they glimmer with an idea as you look up at him. "do you wanna talk about work?"

"no," he grunts, tracing small patterns along your waist as you're still pressed up against him, causing your legs to almost give out, "i don't want to talk about shit."

"you can take your anger out on me," you meekly suggest to him, looking up with doe eyes as you trace patterns along his chest.

his blue eyes turn dark and his gaze on you now primal, as he licks his lips whilst he looks down at you — he pulls you flush against himself, connecting your lips angrily as your teeth clash. he hooks his arms under your legs and lifts you onto the bed, throwing you back down as his lips never leave yours.

he swallows a moan you let out as his tongue explores your mouth, the kiss sloppy while his hands travel up and down your body — he tugs at your bottom lips and clamps down on it slightly, causing you to whine as he pulls away, your saliva connecting both of your lips.

"such a whiny girl, always so needy," matt hums, tugging on the waistband of your shorts as he licks his lips, "you gonna let me taste you, princess?"

"please," you whine out, bucking your hips up into his to gain some sort of friction, "need you so bad, matt."

he presses your hips back down into the mattress, connecting your lips once again in a hungry, impatient kiss. he travels down to your neck, biting on the sensitive skin there and pulling out a moan from you, as he continues in a pattern leaving you writhing under his grasp.

he pulls away to admire his work with a smirk. "can't wait for you to see what that looks like."

his lips are back on your skin feverishly, pulling your top over your head as he travels down and leaves a trail of kisses to your stomach down to your navel, causing you to whine as he makes his way to the lower half of your body slowly. "matt, don't tease me-"

"i can tease you however i want, bunny," matt growls as he latches onto your thighs, his fingers creating crescent shapes in your plush brown skin as he yanks you closer to him. "now be a good girl and let me have a taste."

he's quick to snatch both your shorts and thong off your body, moving so that his face was level with your already wet pussy — he wastes no time in attaching his mouth to your sensitive bud, licking and sucking at it harshly causing a string of moans to erupt from your throat.

"f-fuck matt, feels so good!" you moan out, arching your back as one hand goes to grip his hair whilst the other fists the sheets.

he continues his assault on your pussy, licking a stripe up it before he decides to add two fingers in your dripping core while he eats you out. "oh m-my gosh, yes!"

"could taste this pussy for hours," matt groans, diving back into you with his mouth as his fingers curl inside your walls.

"please, don't stop!" you whine out, tugging at his hair harshly as his fingers curl into the sweet spot inside you, his tongue nipping and sucking at your bundle of nerves.

"you close yet, angel?" matt asks you, coming up quickly as he stares at you, your head thrown back and back arched, and he feels the way your walls squeeze his ringed fingers. "let go f'me, c'mon."

"fuck, i'm-"

like a tidal wave your orgasm comes crashing down, and you let out a loud pornographic moan of matt's name whilst you squirt all over his tongue — he lapped up the remainder of your juices, swallowing every drop as he comes up, a wicked grin painting his features as he stares down at you.

"can't wait to fuck you dumb, baby," he mumbles, quickly sliding out of his sweatpants and boxers, his cock wet with precum.

your eyes widen slightly, your lip beginning to quiver. "m-matt, i'm still sensitive-"

"i know you can take it, doll," matt tells you, stroking his cock along your pussy, lubricating his cock in your juices causing him to let out a low moan, "look at me."

without warning, he rams into you, his hips snapping against your pelvis causing you to cry out, the pain soon turning into pleasure — your nails dig into his back which were sure to create scratches as he plows into you.

"oh fuck me, your pussy feels so good," matt groans, his cock sliding in and out of you at an ungodly pace. all that could be heard was the squelching of both your juices mixed with the slapping of skin.

"right there, fuck!" you moan, arching your back as his tip kisses your cervix, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head as your nails dig into his flesh.

"such a potty mouth," matt tuts, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. he glares down at you, one hand wrapping around your throat, putting slight pressure onto it, "oh, and did you think i forgot about your little shopping spree? such a bad girl, don't know when to listen to me."

he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, this new angle causing you to see stars as his pace somehow increases — you're a moaning mess and you'll definitely be sore by the time he's finished, but you didn't care; you loved when he fucked you senseless.

a small puddle of drool formed at the creases of your mouth, your eyes still rolled back as matt's cock continued thrusting into you harshly. "look at that, all fucked out f'me. you liked being fucked like a slut?"

all you could do is nod and whimper, causing his to grip your chin once again, forcing your gaze towards his own. "use your fuckin' words, doll face. you like being fucked like a slut?"

"y-yes, matt," you babbled, clenching around his cock as your nails drove into his flesh harder, "m'close again..."

"yeah?" matt groans, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly as his cock drilled into you, "hold it."

"i-i can't-"

"you can bunny, and you will," matt growls in your ear, biting down on your earlobe slightly before he presses sloppy kisses against your neck, biting down harshly, "fuck, i'm gonna cum. gonna let me fill you up, princess?"

"please," you whimper, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

with a moan of your name and multiple curses, matt shoots his load inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white as his hips sputter — however, he doesn't stop his assault on your pussy, still drilling his cock in and out of you.

"go on and cum f'me angel, i can feel you squeezing me," you groans in your ear.

another loud moan ensued, as your legs shook and you came on his cock, your juices now mixing with his — after one last sloppy thrust, matt pulls out of you and falls down next to you.

"you okay, bunny?" matt asks you, placing a kiss to your temple as he rubs his hand along your stomach.

"just can't move that good," you mumble weakly, giving him a small smile.

"fuck, c'mere baby," matt curses, and you scoot as close to him as possible.

he hooks both arms under your legs and your head, carrying you towards your shared bathroom — you stood there weakly, your legs still shaking as he helps you sit down so you can pee.

"stay here, and you better pee, okay?" matt instructs you, and you hum as he leaves the bathroom momentarily.

he comes back with a washcloth, wiping your legs up and rubbing smooth circles around it, causing you to relax as you smile down at him shyly.

"how bout we take a shower?" matt asks you, and you nod giddily.

matt helps you stand up and he flushes the toilet. when you turn to the mirror, your eyes widen at your neck, and you move as to get a better look at what it says.

m a t t.

lil 💌

hi gang, hope i ain't disappoint w this smut😞 my thighs were lowkey clenched the entire time, i need someone to ruin me like this💔 i love you guysss hope you enjoyed ts muah💌.

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[hypewinter]

Dick stared out at the snowy landscape past the window before turning back to his new baby brother. Danny was sitting in his high chair, happily munching away at some Cheerios. Looking at him now Dick thought back to how he had come to Wayne Manor just a few months prior.

Bruce had stormed into the Manor after coming back from a Justice League mission with a bundle in his hands. Dick who had stopped by the manor to steal food catch up with Alfred had been thoroughly thrown off by his father's open animosity. He could hardly recall the last time he'd seen Bruce this outwardly furious. The man's glare alone could rival Darkseid's omega beams. As Bruce sat down at the table, the two men finally got a good look at just what he was carrying. It was an infant. An infant who was fast asleep, his soft black hair falling over his eyes. Bruce quietly asked Alfred to prepare a room as well as all necessities needed for a baby. The old butler had immediately set off to just that.

Meanwhile Dick was quick to ask what had happened but Bruce didn't say. Even when the others gradually found what was happening and asked their own questions, he still refused to answer. Not even Alfred had been told where the baby had come from. The only information Bruce had offered up was that the baby's name was Danny and he would be staying at the Manor from now on. As for the rest of the details, he claimed he would tell them in due time. But Batman's "due time" was often too late to actually do anything about it so desperate for answers, the family had turned to their own investigations only to come up with nothing.

All files related to Danny were locked behind a mountain of firewalls and Oracle had apparently already been sworn to secrecy by the big man himself. Whatever it was, Bruce wanted absolutely zero interference, so for now, the family was forced to sit in their hands.

That led till now, 5 months later. It was mid-January and Dick was on babysitting duty. Everyone else was either out running errands or on a mission. Not that Dick minded though. Danny was incredibly cute and he loved taking care of him. Besides, it gave him the perfect opportunity to get Danny to see him as the favorite brother. Still, Dick couldn't help but feel couped up today. Maybe it was because it had been snowing the last few days leaving both boys alone in the giant manor all day long.

Dick stared wistfully out the window once again before an idea dawned on him. He turned back to Danny who had stuffed the last of the Cheerios into his mouth along with his entire hand.

"Hey Danny. Wanna have a snow day?" he asked cheerily. The boy cocked his head at Dick, hand still in mouth. Dick smiled wider. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Dick hoisted Danny out of his high chair and carried him upstairs to his room. After he set Danny down in his crib, he grabbed all the gear he needed. He picked out a long sleeve shirt with a cartoon star and big bold letters reading "You're a Star!" He also grabbed long socks, some elastic pants as well as jeans, a scarf, a blue beanie, and a pair of cute little mittens.

It didn't take long for Danny to be fully dressed for the outside elements. Though after Dick finished putting his shoes on, he squirmed a little and made a face.

"I know I know," Dick cooed. "But I'm pretty sure B. would make an exception to his 'no killing rule' if you got sick on my watch."

Dick admired his handy work for a minute (taking dozens of pictures as he did so) before picking his brother up and heading downstairs. After a quick pitstop at the door to grab his own jacket and gloves from the coat rack, he opened the door and greeted the chilly air outside.

Danny giggled as he reached up at the snow while Dick circled around to the side of the manor.

"Bitey! Bitey!" he squealed.

"Yep, Bitey," Dick replied with mild confusion.

Danny would say random things like that sometimes, forcing the world's greatest detectives to put their minds together in order to figure out what he was talking about. One time he just wouldn't stop saying "Em". It took everyone a whole day to realize he was referring to music. And an extra two days to figure out he was specifically referring to pop music.

Oftentimes he would call Barbara "Jazzy" and Duke "Tuck". On occasion he would even call Cass "Sammy". Every time he called something a new name, it was a race to figure out what he meant. Each time they figured out a new word, Bruce's face would darken and he'd disappear off to the Watchtower for the day. Something that was really starting to drag on Dick's nerves. It was like it was physically impossible for that man to share information.

Dick was startled out of his thoughts by a tug at his jacket and looked down to see Danny staring at him.

"Sorry sorry," he said with a smile. "Lost in my thoughts. Forgive me?"

Danny put on a pout but Dick knew by now that it was fake. One could tell by the mischievous look in the boy's eyes that he just couldn't hide. "So be it then!" Dick declared before pulling Danny close and snuggling into him. The boy shrieked as cold nose touched warm neck. "Fo-give! Fo-give!" he cried.

"Aw thanks," Dick said as he pulled away. Danny giggled again, his bright blue eyes crinkling with laughter.

The pair walked around in the snow for a bit longer before Danny started making grabby hands towards the ground. "You want down?" Dick asked. Danny nodded energetically.

"Alright."

Dick carefully set Danny down in the snow. The boy excitedly wriggled before putting his hands down to the snow. As Dick watched, there was a burst of light and suddenly there was a semi circle of ice, radiating out from their position. Dick stared at the ice in shock. Danny turned and blinked up at Dick, almost as if he were in shock too. But he very quickly went back to playing in the snow. Dick swallowed. Sure they all knew Danny had powers. It was pretty obvious when the third day there, he floated up to the ceiling. Still though, he highly doubted ice powers was up there on anyone's list of "abilities our new baby brother might manifest next."

Dick was so shocked all he could manage to utter was, "Huh. That's new."

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Step-Son MPreg

CW- mpreg, sex, language, Step-Son X Step-Dad storyline

I always fancied my step-dad since i met him i thought he was hot, hes a classic himbo, hes tall, muscly, blonde and stupid as can be.

I never knew if he was purposefully flirting with me of was just too stupid to understand it was wrong, but it being wrong made me so horny, id often wank off after he’d compare our hand sizes, snuggle up to me or even bend over to empty the dishwasher, anything and everything he did turned me on so hard! he always wore clothes that left nothing to the imagination, short-shorts, crop-tops or no tops! My actual dad loved this about him and it made me so jealous seeing them cuddle and kiss and then one day… my dad went on a business trip. it was now or never.

i came downstairs in my dressing-gown and boxers showing off my abs and mediocre pecs i walked into the living room to my step-dad half asleep on the couch only in his briefs and white running socks, sweating and scratching his perfect body when he saw me he woke up a little and pushed a finger into his underwear suggestively “oh… hey man” he said in a gruff half awake voice “h-hey” i stammered taken aback by how horny he already seemed my cock visibly swelled in my already tight boxers. he glanced down to it quickly and blushed “come here pal i have something to show you” he said gesturing for me to walk over- i follow his orders and sit next to him, he places his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep long kiss. i rest my hand on his groin and feel his cock twitch and harden through his pants i then slowly kiss his neck, then his chest, then his abs until his beautiful totem-pole of a cock is in-front of my face. i confidently slip it all into my throat in one go and he lets out a little moan.

i suck him off for what feels like an hour before he pulls me up by my armpits and spins me around, he lifts my dressing gown up and squeezes my ass before bending me over the couch as he teases my underwear down making my cock twitch due to the prolonged friction, he then rubs the head of his penis along the outside of my un-used hole while i beg for his cock i then moan loudly as he slides it all in at once. he grabs the hair on the back of my head and holds my cock in the other one of his massive veiny hands his expert technique instantly turns me into a worthless hole only purpose is to please him, after a few hours of fucking and cumming we fall asleep on the couch naked together.

after a few more days of constant fucking, sucking and cumming my real dad comes home and we have to start being discrete, doing it in one of our cars or while hes away or even just quietly under the kitchen table, the closer he is, the hotter we find it.

after months of this i notice a small ball in the centre of my stomach while getting dressed i think nothing of it and carry on and on until its too obvious to hide under baggy clothes, i tell people im just bulking cause i want to build mass, i wanted to believe it but me and my step dad knew it was more.

his cum must be super-human i quickly became the biggest pregnant person id ever seen i stuck to my story but less and less people believed it that was when my dad confronted me “hey buddy!” he said putting his head around my door into my room as i lay weighted down by my planet-belly, “ive noticed that your clearly pregnant” i try to sit up and defend myself but it takes me far to long to even start bending my mid-section “you dont need to deny it i know what it looks like-you where one hell of a baby! anyway i was just wondering who the daddy was and if hes in the picture” i knew he was asking because my other dad was never in the picture “well erm he kind of is” i finally admit rubbing my tight taught skin “its m-my step dad” i say defeated. “no fucking way!” my dad says more surprised than angry he finally steps fully in my room without a shirt on revealing his own pretty-large pregnant belly…

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

so, I saw something similar on tiktok and wanted to write it, credits to the person who came up with it.

summary - being a new member of the largest superhero team, you'd think that things would go well, but everything is revealed when christmas rolls around.

warning - angst.

the gif and header I use isn't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

It was rare for the two teams to merge, but every December around Christmas time they would, and with you being the newest member of the Avenger gang. This would be your first-time celebrating Christmas altogether. You watched curiously as they all hung large socks along the fireplace, happy chatter filling the air. “What are those?” You tilt your head.

“Stockings.” You look at Natasha as she replies, “It’s a Christmas tradition where you put small presents inside the stockings of those you care for.” You nod, and your eyes light up. 

“Oh cool!” For the rest of the day you intently listen and observe to pick out the perfect things for them, and over the course of the next few weeks. You slowly begin to fill their stockings, your eyes would fall to yours and notice how empty it looked. But you had hope, there were still a few more days till Christmas and maybe they just haven’t gotten around to it yet. Except Steve walks in and you notice his hands are full, and how he puts a gift for everyone but you. It was as if you were invisible because he didn’t even look at you. “Oh…” 

You continue to splurge and buy everyone things they like, in hopes that you were wrong about them. You skip out of your room on the big day, excited for your first Christmas. When you enter the room, you notice everyone going to their stockings before their presents and expressing happiness with the items they received and with your own excitement, you head over to your stocking and it feels as though the world has stopped. Your stocking was still empty, you finally realised you really meant nothing to the team. You didn’t blame the X-men for not putting anything in because you had only just met them, but your own team? It hurt, you could feel the tears beginning to brim. 

You quickly blink them away before sitting down next to Jean and give her a soft smile, making sure to keep your emotions away from your face and thoughts. “How are you liking it here?” You gnaw on your bottom lip, turning your gaze to your team handing out their presents. 

“I don’t mind it, how about you? I heard this is your first Christmas?” You could see the questions lingering in her eyes, because anyone would question how you could never have a Christmas, but she never completely asks. 

You nod, “Yes, yes. It’s my first and I don’t know… It’s not what I thought it would be.” You stare off, not receiving any presents alongside the stocking. “I’m uh… I’m just going to go for a walk, I don’t feel so good.” You force a smile and get up, heading outside before you could break down in front of everyone. Once you head outside, you break down. You felt like you’d rather be back where you came from. At least your enemies didn’t forget about you. 

“They are all jerks.” You jump as you hear a gruff voice from behide you, you turn, locking eyes with the one and only Wolverine, a cigar between his lips and his eyes harshly set on you. “Not much of heroes when they brag about it every two seconds.” He pushes off the wall and moves closer to you, something catching your eye as the moonlight shines on his hand. 

You look and tilt your head, wiping your cheeks roughly, “What’s that?” Your mouth falls open when he pulls up a cute stocking decorated with glitter, filled to the brim with a small wrapped present resting at the top. “It’s so cute! Whoever it’s for is very lucky.” You give a soft smile, knowing no one would ever get you anything.

Logan shakes his head. “It’s for you, sweets. Those guys are arseholes, they don’t deserve someone as sweet as you on their team.” You feel your breath hitch as he growls, “Open it, honey.” He hands you the stocking and present, leaning against the wall and puffing on the cigar as he watches you open everything.

You gasp, “Oh my god! This is so beautiful, thank you!” You look at him with tears in your eyes as you open the present on the top, a small adorable wolf necklace sits inside the box. You move closer, awkwardly wanting to hug him but not knowing if that will cross a line. Logan raises a brow, placing the cigar between his teeth as he opens his arms. You launch forward and wrap your arms around him, not knowing how to express the feelings that are bubbling up inside. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darlin’, now why don’t you look inside the stocking. I had Jean and the other women help choose what we thought you’d like.” You look shocked, wondering why a team that wasn’t yours would care more for you than the one you are currently in. Logan reaches up and wipes a tear that falls down your cheek, “We take care of our own, Y/n.” 

Your bottom lip juts out as it wobbles, and you slowly reach inside, sobs escape you as you find everything you like and some new things you’ve wanted to try. “Oh my god…” You feel like you are loved and wanted, but then an overbearing sadness erupts throughout you as you realise that you are stuck with people who don’t want you. 

“That is not true, Miss L/n.” You turn and notice the whole X-men team are there, giving you soft smiles. “I have ordered for your things to be transferred. As Logan said, we take care of our own and you, Miss L/n are one of us.” 

All you could utter are the words thank you. Maybe your first Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

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[writingsbychlo]

lavender | cassian

summary; cassian has had a tough day.

word count; 3032

notes; ki wanted cassian fluff and I do whatever it takes to make her happy so here’s something absolutely tooth-rotting. go easy on me I’m not used to writing for cassian and idk how i feel about this.

The second Cassian stepped through the door, you could practically feel the weight of his exhaustion weighing down onto you, heavy enough to press you into the plush carpet of your bedroom. He stood for a second, shoulders slumped, wings dropping, and the moonlight of the outside bounced off of his face, only illuminating the tiredness. Bags under his eyes, a frown that looked like it may never leave, a dullness to his eyes that made him seem centuries older. Even his siphons seemed like they were muted from their usual glow. 

“M’sorry I missed dinner.” He tapped twice at the siphon sitting in the centre of his chest, scales of protective black leather armour crawling back away, hiding within every siphon until only the glowing red remained and his sweaty underclothes clung to his body. “M’sorry I smell.”

He sighed, and you only shook your head, sock-clad feet silent as you paced toward him. He reached a hand behind his shoulders, one at a time pulling off the siphons that rested on each one, the clasps holding the rocks coming loose. Dropping them down onto the side table, he met you halfway, hands falling to your hips as he leaned down to press a swift peck to your lips. He was stiff under your palms as you smoothed your hands up over the tight shirt he wore to train. 

“I had a hard day.”

“I know, baby.” Your hand came down to rub over his chest, the same place within your own that always pulled, giving a gentle tug on that bond now. The edges of his lips barely flicked up, nostrils flaring somewhat as he sighed. He winced, one hand coming up to sit over yours on his chest. 

“I’m sorry that-”

“Stop apologising, Cass. Especially if you’re trying to apologise for the bond. I never, ever regret being tied to you, being yours, you being mine.” You shook your head, leaning up to press a kiss to each of his cheeks as his eyes slid shut, a real smile finally taking over his features, even if it was only a tiny one. “Besides, if I didn’t know how you were feeling, I couldn't know when to make you feel better.”

Taking one hand in your own, you tugged him along, stepping backwards toward the bathroom. As soon as the floral smells of your favourite bubble bath reached your nose, they hit his too, a groan falling from him as you entered the heat of the room. 

Stopping him beside the tub, he reached one hand behind his head to tug at the material of his shirt, yanking on the neckline, and you chuckled, reaching behind him to unclasp the siphon around his chest, and the buttons under his wings. The second it came free, the shirt was eased up and over his head, barely even catching on the tight bun his hair was pulled into.

He dropped it to the ground, the harness in your hands following, and he unclipped the fastens around his hands. The ones over his knees were next, then his boots kicked off, pants and underwear following, until he was stretching tiredly, in all of his golden-skinned naked glory, and stepping into the tub. 

Sinking into the water, his head rolled back, legs stretching out beneath the piles of bubbles and sweet-scented oils. Stooping down to pick up the scattered clothes and siphons, his arm shot up, head rolling tiredly to the side as he blinked up at you through the candlelight. 

“You’re not getting’ in with me?” 

With armfuls of clothes, you looked down at him, the vulnerability glittering in my eyes, a pang of longing coming down the bond to you. “Yeah, ‘course I am. Let me just go put these clothes away first.” He nodded, swallowing thickly and offering a smile, before letting you go and letting that hand slip back under the bubbly water. You made quick work of the siphons on the counter, the boots by the door and the clothes into the laundry basket, before stripping off your pyjamas and robe, throwing your hair up out of your face into a knot and following the incessant pulling of the bond back to him. 

“You were takin’ too long.” His voice was deep and rumbly, and he tipped his face back toward you where it rested on the edge of the large tub. He let his gaze roam over you, from head to toe as you stared down at him, and he smiled. “If I wasn’t so tired, I’d be lovin’ you so good right now.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for tomorrow.” He leaned forwards, letting you settle in behind him, legs spreading on either side of his own, arms draping over his shoulder as he curled his wings out of the way, leaning back into you. Rough, leathery flesh pressed against you, his head falling back to rest on your shoulder, and you leaned to the side, pressing a kiss to his temple. 

“It would be so good.”

“Yeah, baby. It always is.” He only nodded, your hand rubbing bubbles into the coarse hair of his chest idly, and you felt him puff up happily under your palm. 

“You’d be screaming my name by now. Water all over the floor, then I’d take you to bed, do that thing you like with my fingers and my tongue, before getting to the good stuff.” He shuddered a little, wings twitching, and he sank a little further into the water. The water swished around his hips, before he was grunting unhappily. “Not even a twitch. I’m too tired to get hard.”

You could only laugh, mouth buried in his hair as amusement overtook you, feeling his own happiness and humour flood into your chest as your hands tightened around him. Reaching up, he smoothed one calloused hand over your forearm, waiting until the laughter died down. 

“Thanks for.. this.” His muscles were already loosening, his body letting go of the tension he was riddled with and the frown lines on his face were beginning to lessen. With one wet finger, you reached up, tracing over the frown around his mouth, the wrinkles by his eyes, the dips on his forehead. His head twisted, lips puckering as your touch ran over his lip, pressing a soft kiss there. Long lashes fluttered against his cheeks. “Will you.. wash me?”

“Any time, Cass. You know that. I’ve been cleaning you up when you’re bloody and dirty and sweaty for decades now.”

“Well, I never like to assume.” As he spoke, though, he leaned forwards, letting you rub your hands up along his back, massaging the thick muscle surrounding the bases of his wings, and working your way up to his shoulder. “Now, do you want the lavender body wash or the apple and cinnamon one?”

“Which one makes you want to tear my clothes off at the end of the day?” He had a smirk on his lips as he toyed with both bottles, passing the sponge over his shoulder to you, and he laughed in a sudden burst as you dipped it into the water, swatting at the side of his head with it for the comment and sending water droplets flying. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Just pick a soap!” He considered them both, before taking the cork out of the lavender one to you and passing it back to you. Adding a dollop onto the sponge and frothing it up as he re-corked it and put it back. Smoothing it over his shoulder and down the first arm, he lifted it in your hold, letting you clean right down to between his fingers. “For the record,” Your lips brushed his ear, and he stiffened a little, in an entirely different way as your breath brushed his skin, “it’s the smell of you when you’re all sweaty and adrenaline-filled that gets me going. I like it when you come home looking wild.”

He gave a shaky sigh, and you only moved to the other arm, cleaning along his skin. The quiet encased you both, your arms wrapped around him, cleaning over his chest, down to his arms, along strong thighs as far as you could reach until he took the sponge himself and cleaned down the rest of his body. “Now you?”

“I already had a bath.”

His head snapped to you, eyes softening at the smile you gave him, the water cooling around you both and the bubbles were beginning to deflate. “You had another bath with me?”

“And miss a chance to get wet and soapy with all this Illyrian beefcake?” You pinched at his side, and despite the smirk on his lips, there was nothing but love in his eyes. “I’d never pass that up.”

“Well, all this big Illyrian beefcake is utterly in love with you.” Leaning in, he cupped your cheeks, thumbs smoothing over your face as your lips melded together gently. He was intoxicating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. His mouth encased yours, a pouring of love and affection racing through your veins, like a feeling that never quite faded away. “Tell me you love me too.”

“I love you too, Cassian.” He smiled, sagging at the words and pulling away to step back and out of the tub. Water ran down his body, his hand coming out to offer you some help, holding you as you stepped out of the tub before pulling the cork to drain it. Towelling yourself down, he did the same, following you through to the bedroom and snatching up the plaid pyjama pants from their place sitting atop his pillow. “Come sit, let me take care of you.” 

Rubbing the little velvet seat before your dresser, he glanced between the stool and the bed, and back to the stool, all but dragging his feet across the floor to you once his pyjamas were sitting low on his hips. The strands of hair from his bun were falling around his face, and as soon as he was sat down, you reached out, tucking them behind rounded ears delicately. Sifting through the various tubs and jars on the counter, you leaned back against the table, unscrewing the cap on a small one and swiping out a small dollop of cream. 

Rubbing it between your thumbs, you swept each one underneath his eyes, rubbing the cream into the fragile skin tenderly, and his eyes fluttered shut. “What’s this one do?”

“Helps get rid of the dark circles and the wrinkles.”

“You sayin’ I’m getting old?” He chuffed, and you chuckled, all whispers falling quiet as the moment between you passed. 

He reached out, tugging you closer, until you weren’t just standing beside him but sitting straddled across his lap instead, the towel still secured around your body shifting to accommodate his large form. 

You picked up another, a serum that ran glittery droplets over his skin and smelt of summer, followed by a thick moisturiser that took several minutes to fully soak in. Shifting off of him, he let you go, albeit hesitantly, and you slipped around to his back. He already knew what was coming, head tipping forward to stretch out the skin of his neck, hanging there as you took a very particular and large tub. Scooping a handful out, you warmed it between your hands, rubbing slowly until it was loose and pliant. 

Rubbing in slow circles between his wingers, your fingers dug into his skin, soft pants and grunts leaving his lips as you massaged at the skin around his wings and his tight shoulders, skin growing oily and shiny with the treatment. All the way up his neck until you were brushing the tightly pulled hair, the tug on the strands making you frown. Running back down, your fingers moved over the base of his wings, where black leather melted into golden skin, and the nerves in his back twitched happily at the stimulation. 

When there was nothing left on your hands, and his forehead was resting on his crossed forearms on the edge of the desk, you pulled back. Your focus instead moved to his hair, undoing the ribbon holding it all up tightly, and locks of matted, knotty hair tumbled down around his face. He blew a strand away as it tickled his nose. 

You reached for the brush, beginning to untangle it, strand by strand. You tried not to pull, the occasional sigh falling from his lips as your fingers brushed over his scalp each time you sectioned off a new strand. He’d been so still by the end, you were sure he’d fallen asleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his wings were drooped so low they were half-rested on the carpet, the preternatural stillness of a body usually hopping with movement. 

You reached over, silently grabbing for the hair oil, citrus and mint filling your nostrils once it was uncapped. Pouring some into your palm ad distributing it between your fingers, you began to run it lightly through his hair, rubbing the tips and making sure the frizzy locks had been tamed and smooth once again. 

With a little more oil on your hands, your fingers slipped back into his hair, beginning to press at his scalp rubbing at the roots to ease the ache he no doubt felt. He’d left before you had even woken this morning, and the sun had long since set before he’d made it back to you. He always got headaches from tight buns, and you wanted to do anything you could to soothe that. You knew all the spots after all this time, the places that would make him sigh and shake and turn to jelly underneath you, and you targeted all of them. 

When you were finished, he was like melted chocolate on a summer day before you.

“Cass, baby..” A tentative whisper, and you rubbed his shoulder lightly. He hummed.

“‘M awake, sweetheart. Just very, very relaxed.” 

“Yeah? That was the point. Now we just need to get you all relaxed in bed.” He yawned, nodding his head, and sitting up slowly, no more stiffness and tension in his muscles, only placid relaxation. He stood, head rolling side to side, and he shook out his wings stretching them to full extension once before shuddering them back into a happy fold against his back. “Go get in bed.”

“S’your turn, first,” He reached for your shoulders, heavy hands pushing down toward the stool, warmed from his body as you collapsed down into it. 

“Cass.. you don’t have to. Go get in bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I want to look after you. Sit down and let me.” He picked up the brush, tugging at the tie in your hair too, putting it back with his own and scooping up a handful of your hair. It wasn’t the first time he’d brushed your hair, far from it, and so as he started slowly at the tips, brushing each tangle out gently before moving up, you let your eyes slip closed. 

Your eyes stung with tears, the way they always did when he took such good care of you, such an intimate act, and your throat felt tight. Long ago, he’d confessed to you he felt the same, the feeling of your fingers rubbing over his body and scalp often made a well of emotion threaten to burst up and out of him. 

He repeated all of the same motions for you; brushing through your hair until it was not free, rubbing hair oil between his fingers, brushing it through your hair, massaging your scalp until your lips were parted, sucking in shallow breaths, eyes rolling behind closed eyes. He shifted, smoothing eye cream onto your skin, glittery droplets and moisturiser as you smiled, pecking your lips twice as he went. 

“All done.”

“Thanks, Cass.” Standing on shaky and weak legs, your body almost gave out, knees weak as they tried to hold you up. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he chuckled, guiding you back toward the edge of the bed. As you reached it, he tugged at the towel, removing it from your body and tossing it onto the stool the pair of you had vacated. Crawling across the bedding, you shuffled ungracefully into your pyjamas, flopping into the covers as Cassian tugged them out from under your body, and settled in beside you. 

The lights flickered out of their own accord, the house always knowing just what you needed, and he reached for you under the sheets. Tugging you closer, he twisted your body, until your hips were snug to his, back to his chest, one wing resting across your body as he all but smothered you. Just the way you liked it. His fingers wove with your own atop the mattress. 

“Do you want to talk about your day?”

“Not really.” His sigh was nothing short of utter fatigue, dipping to press a kiss between your shoulder and neck. “It wasn’t a bad day, per se, just a long day. Tiring. Everything seemed like it would go on forever. Everything that went wrong, did, and I was just tired of it all. I think I ran out of energy by about ten, and still had the whole rest of the day to go.”

“Oh, Cassian.” He only hummed, and you squeezed his arms tighter, shuffling back impossibly closer to him, and he shrugged limply. His body was heavy and hot against yours, his breathing slowing and shallowing, and you could feel the slip of his hold on the bond as he edged closer and closer to unconsciousness. “We can take the day off tomorrow, just me and you. Stay in bed all day.”

“We can fly out to the flower fields, have a picnic. I’ll nap in your lap, I’ll probably still be tired. I have a meeting with Rhys in the morning, but after that, I’m all yours.” The chuckle you gave was muffled as you kissed his knuckles at your joined hands. 

“You’re always all mine.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#cassian x reader #cassian/reader #cassian x you #cassian/you #cassian acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[throatofdelusionincarnate]

Honeybee

Horror! Sans x Reader Oneshot

Here’s a little self indulgent crap from me to you because I cannot get my mind off of Horror Sans lately :)

Might be posted to AO3 later under the same username throatofdelusionincarnate

Word Count - 2,478

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The soft grumble of thunder draws you from your sleep. You turn, glancing at the clock on the bedside table and blink a few times. Six thirty. On a Saturday. You rub your eyes and sigh. Soft rain patters against the window of your apartment and beside you Sans slumbers on.

You watch his large chest rise and fall for a moment. When you first got together, you thought it was a choice he consciously made. Something to make him seem more human. Though, after months together, you had realized it was just something he did. Perhaps it serves a purpose, pumping magic through his body as yours does blood. Or maybe it’s just a subconscious habit that he’s picked up. Either way, his large breaths comfort you.

Gently, you place a hand on his skull, just directly under the large wound that decorates the top of his head, and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

You won’t be able to go back to sleep, not with the growing thunderstorm outside. Still, there’s no reason to wake him up. You know how difficult it is for him to sleep, and you’d prefer that he gets the rest he needs. You can entertain yourself for a couple of hours.

You lean forward and place a chaste kiss on his brow bone. He stirs for a moment, then returns to his rest, a stifled snore escaping. A small laugh leaves you and after one final peck on his nasal cavity you swing your legs over the bed.

The apartment is cold, per usual, and goosebumps climb up your legs before spreading to your arms, then tips of your fingers. You shuffle towards the closet, each step feeling like ice beneath your feet.

You disappear inside the small walk-in, shutting the door before turning on the light. The sudden brightness causes you to squint, and for a moment you only stand there, adjusting to the feeling of being awake.

Once you can finally see, you rummage through your clothing for pants and some socks. You slip on a pair of very loved sweatpants, tying them at the waist so they don’t fall down. Then, you perform your best balancing act as you put on your socks. Regrettably, you roll the sweatpants over them, hiding the bacon decal and the phrase “make today sizzle!”

After your legs and feet are successfully bundled up, you turn to Sans’s stash of clothing and grab out a comically large grey sweatshirt with red lettering that says “BAD TO THE BONE” on it. You slip it over your pj shirt, allowing the hem to hang just above your knees. You swim through the sleeves for a moment before your hands emerge and you can push the cuffs to sit at your wrist.

You shut off the closet light then stumble out of the dark bedroom as Sans continues to softly snore.

The world is quiet save for the interspersed roll of thunder. So long as you’re up, you might as well make some breakfast. By the time you finish Sans will most likely be awake. His rest comes in short bursts.

If you remember correctly he crawled into bed at two last night. Four hours is longer than he normally sleeps, but the rain does tend to make him more tired than usual.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and click on the music app and press shuffle. A soft song radiates from the speaker and you leave the phone propped up on the counter to play as you cook.

Slowly, you collect your ingredients, settling for pancakes and bacon. You hum along to the song, whisking pancake mix together with milk, extra vanilla, and a dash of orange juice.

The rain grows heavier outside, pounding against the kitchen window. The occasional streak of lighting brightens the room before thunder overtakes it.

You pry open the package of bacon and set a few slices in the pan, watching them curl and sizzle against the heat.

Thunder booms and you jump as a large set of arms are folded around your waist.

“m’ sorry. didn't mean to scare you.” You settle into the grip, looking up to see Sans standing over you.

A small laugh spills from you. “The thunder startled me, though I still can’t get over how quiet you walk.” He leans his head down and you press a quick kiss to his teeth. “Did I wake you?”

He straightens back up and shakes his head. “nah, storm got loud. slept for too long anyways.”

Gently, the two of you begin to sway. He rests his skull on top of your head. You pull an arm free to grab a fork then flip the bacon over to let the other side darken. “Ah yes, because five hours is such a crazy amount of time to sleep.”

Sans just hums in response. The two of you will probably end up on the couch today, so you’re almost certain that Sans will get another couple hours of sleep. You might sneak in a little nap yourself. The rain is definitely making you drowsy despite just having woken up.

“Chocolate chips in your pancakes?” You ask, pulling out the bacon and setting it on a paper towel-lined plate.

“you know me so well,” he rumbles above you.

“I should hope so,” you grab a small measuring cup and dip it into the batter, then pour it onto the pan to cool. “We’ve been dating for almost a year now. I’d be a poor partner if I didn’t know how you liked your pancakes,” You pour more batter into the pan.

“You’re gonna have to let me go if you want chocolate chips.”

“or we could awkwardly shuffle over to the cabinet together.” Sans offers.

You roll your eyes and tap on his arm, “C’mon big guy, let go.”

A small gasp escapes you as you're lifted off your feet. Sans cradles you, a large grin on his face. “hmm… don’t think I will.”

You squirm a bit in his grasp, giving him a playful glare. “Sans the pancakes are going to burn.”

“i like mine a little crispy anyways.” He says.

“Well i don't!”

He shrugs, red eyes tracing over your features. “i ‘spose i can be persuaded… if ya got something good to offer in exchange for your freedom.”

“How about a not-charred breakfast?” You answer.

“tempting, but i might need a bit more. inflation is crazy right now.”

You sputter under his gaze. “You’re unbelievable!”

Though despite your protests, you stretch upwards, pressing your lips to his teeth. Sans returns the gesture, melting into you before pulling away. “There, now can I flip the pancakes?”

“m’ afraid you forgot tax.”

“Oh my god,” you deadpan. “How do you stay open with these business practices?” This time, you reach your hands up and pull his skull to you. Your nose presses against his cheek and you nuzzle him.

“what can i say,” Sans beams, red eye blown out and a light blush on his face. “my customers are very loyal.”

Finally he sets you down, though one hand still holds yours. “No accounting for taste,” you say, giving his fingers a quick squeeze before letting go.

Sans lingers, turning to lean against the counter as you grab chocolate chips. You scurry back to the pan and open up the bag before sprinkling the chocolate all over the pancakes. Then, you grab a spatula and flip them.

The tops are a very dark brown, verging on black. “These are yours,” you declare, nudging Sans with your hip.

He shrugs, “m’ not picky.”

You smile, “Yea I know. You’re my big cuddly garbage disposal.”

“who else is gonna eat the tomatoes off your burgs?” Sans’s hand sneaks forward, slipping into the bag of chocolate chips. He pulls out a small handful and tosses them into his mouth.

Playfully, you swat at him. “We’re not gonna have enough for the pancakes if you eat all of them.”

He ignores you, and grabs a single chip out. Sans makes eye contact with you, and you silently return it, daring him to. He does. With a self-satisfied grin he pops it into his mouth.

“You little shit!” You exclaim, snatching the bag up and setting it on the opposite side of you, away from his reach.

“awhhh c’mon hun,” he attempts to reach over you but you place your full weight against him to keep him back. You know he can easily move you if he wants to, but this is just play. Plus, he enjoys letting you win. “it’s just a few chocolate chips, i ain’t hurtin’ anyone.”

“I would like some in my pancakes,” you huff. “Once I’m done with them you can have as many as you wang.” You let up on the pressure and grab the spatula, putting the two slightly burnt pancakes on a plate. Gently, you push it into Sans’s hands. “Go butter these, hm?”

He sighs, “making me do manual labor this early in the morning? butter be grateful you’re cute.”

You snort, “Awh, you’re making me melt.”

“heh, good one. this is why you’re my butter half.”

Sans moves past you, plate in hand. As he crosses, you can see a skeletal hand try to reach into the bag. You gasp, and slam your hand down on the opening just before Sans can steal anymore chocolate.

“my genius plan, thwarted.”

“Butter luck next time,” you grin, hand still over the bag.

He chuckles, “you might’ve won for now, but I’m gonna get that chocolate eventually.”

He walks to the table, stopping quickly to grab a knife from the silverware drawer, then sets to work on doctoring up his pancakes.

With him gone you whip up a couple more batches, saving a generous handful of chocolate chips for Sans. The lull of rain and music settles you after your playful banter and you find yourself lightly humming along as you gather various accouterments for your meal.

You set the plate of pancakes in front of Sans and he gets to work on buttering those while you travel back and forth from the kitchen. You bring out the bacon, whip cream, syrup, and then two glasses with a couple juice options.

Finally, you settle in your seat across from Sans. He offers you the plate of pancakes first, knowing that you’ll take whatever you want and then he can have the rest.

You take two of the six and stack them on your plate before handing it back to Sans. Then you grab a couple of slices of bacon before sliding that over too. He eyes food and grabs the syrup, dousing his plate with it.

“Oh!” You exclaim, standing up. He lifts his gaze curiously as you dart back into the kitchen, grabbing the remaining chocolate chips. You set the bag in front of him. “For you!”

Sans smiles, pouring out a couple, “thanks hun.” He reaches across the table and gingerly arranges them in a small smiley on your pancakes.

You grin down at the happy looking face, “I hate to destroy such a cute gesture.”

“here lemme help,” Sans plucks one of the eyes off and eats it.

“Hey!” You protest playfully, reaching over to nab one of his chocolate chips. “There. We’re even.”

“‘spose we are,” He beams. “eat your food before it gets cold.”

You don’t have to be told twice. The two of you tuck into breakfast, a comfortable silence overtaking the room as you both enjoy the meal before you.

The constant rumble of thunder keeps you company as you finish up. Sans stands first, having finished his large plate of food, and grabs the serving dishes to take them to the sink. You stay behind, a bit slower at eating, and finish your food. Once done, you stand and bring your dirty dishes to the kitchen.

“you can just leave ‘em in the sink.’ He offers.

You nod, setting the dishes in the sink, then reach around to grab the washcloth. Gently, you nudge him to the side so you can wet the fabric down. You squeeze out any excess water and move back out of Sans’s way.

Quickly, you start the music back up and begin to wipe down the counters. A smooth voice comes out of the speakers as “Honeybee” by The Steam Powered Giraffes begins to play.

As you clean off the counters, removing any specks of flour and grease, you sing along. Behind you, Sans also begins to hum. You smile to yourself, enjoying the rasp of his deep baritone.

Everything is a peaceful, perfectly curated mix of noises that comforts you.

The sink shuts off and the clatter of dishes stops. Large arms squeeze your waist then spin you around to face them.

You look up at Sans, washcloth still in hand, and arch a brow. He removes the cloth from your grasp and replaces it with his hand, his smooth bony fingers enveloping yours.

His other hand stays at your waist and the two of you begin to sway. You get the hint and place your free hand on his chest, not quite tall enough to comfortably reach his shoulder.

Sans’s wide eye doesn’t leave you, and his usual expression melts into something akin to fondness.

“You didn’t have to smile at me, your grin’s the sweetest that I’ve ever seen. But you did. Yes, you did.” You sing softly as the two of you hold each other.

He brings your hand up to his teeth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You practically become a puddle. Your head rests on his chest, cheek pressing firmly into his shirt. His smell envelops you. It’s chalky and tinged with blood, but you don’t mind.

The two of you had made peace with his gory past long ago. Survival isn’t pretty, but in the face of starvation one does what must be done. Now, all you can do is keep him full and offer comfort and affection when he has a difficult day.

“you didn’t have to offer your hand. ‘cause since i’ve kissed it, i’m at your command. but you did.”

The world around you seems to disappear, and you cling to him, savoring the rumble that reverberates through his soul when he sings.

“set me free, my honeybee.”

As the storm rages outside, you and Sans remain. You know that neither of your lives have been perfect. His, less so than most. But in this moment, you’re grateful for everything that brought you together. You’re grateful for burnt pancakes and stolen chocolate chips; for thunderstorms and way too early mornings. You’re grateful that you get to call Sans yours.

Hello goodbye, I’m rather crazy, and I never thought I was crazy.

But what do I know?

I let myself go.

#horror sans #horrortale #horror sans x reader #horror sans x reader oneshot #sans x reader #sans undertale #undertale #reader insert #horror!sans #horror!sans x reader #fluff #dancing in the kitchen #I love that big man with all my heart #easily one of the sans ever #ehehheheheh baby boy #mwah ! #my writing #oneshot #murph monologues

[marleyybluu]

Inside My Love

Pedro Pascal x black!fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, a bit of plot, calling Pedro daddy, p in v, unprotected sex (but be safe irl pls), cockwarming at the end if you squint hard enough, kitchen sex.

I love this pic of him

He was in love with you. The poor man was smitten like a schoolboy every time you came into his view, his brown eyes flashing with adoration when he looked at you. He thought you were the prettiest woman he'd ever set his eyes on, stumbled any time he talked to you, would blush any time your hand would rest on his thigh while laughing at one of his stupid jokes.

As grown as he was he was terrified of letting you know how he felt, scared he'd ruin the bond you two had. He wasn't going to risk losing you over that but he started to hate seeing you all hugged up on anyone that wasn't him, more specifically your co-star in a new movie that you were starring in. The two of you had to do press to promote the film and keep the illusion up that you two had chemistry outside of work, it's not like he was a terrible person but he just wasn't your type.

Your type was Pedro himself, in all his goofiness, in all his sweetness-- he was a gentle and kind soul for as long as you had known him and no one could change your opinion of him. You two were foolishly in love with each other without even knowing it.

Pedro sat in your living room, his feet up as he reclined in his designated Lazy-Boy, he called dibs on it the minute he saw the new addition in your house. You laughed whenever he sat down and made the usual grunting noise to emphasize the fact that he was "so old".

It was a quiet Saturday night, you were in the kitchen dicing it up, making a special little dinner for the both of you. Music softly played from your speaker, your favourite song— Snooze, had come on and you decided to turn it up a bit louder. Pedro sat in the living room playfully rolling his eyes at the fact that now the music drowned out the television. He didn't mind though, he loved your music taste. He started to become curious and decided to come to keep you company. His gray socks slid against the hardwood floor as he made his way to you.

You were distracted finishing up the food with a wine glass in your hand and an almost empty wine bottle in the middle of the kitchen island, your hips swaying side to side in your gray shorts, you sang along to the lyrics, the bottom of your-- well his, shirt riding up as your raised your hand. You were tipsy and enjoying all the tingles the wine provided to your body. Pedro couldn't take his eyes off you or maybe he just didn't want to. So tempted to sneak up behind you and hold you from behind, pressing little kisses on your neck... whispering how much he loved you.

He shook his head and tipped his head back downing his Corona, just enjoying the show. It took you a while but you finally turned around, a short scream sounded over the music— you placed your hand over your heart feeling the beat against your palm. Pedro let out a hearty laugh, he didn't mean to but your reaction was too funny not to be laughed at. "I'm going to kill you, Pascal," You shouted throwing a kitchen towel at him. "Don't do that."

He put his hand up in surrender and softly apologized, you rolled your eyes pretending to be mad. "Oh, come on YN, don't do me like that."

You digested the last sip of your wine, you turned around emptying the bottle of its last drop and resumed cooking. Pedro lowly chuckled at your attempt to be mad at him, he too downed the last of his drink and placed the empty bottle on the counter. There was a beat of silence as Spotify chose the next song.

A soft, almost lulling beat, started.

Two people, just meeting, barely touching each other.

Two spirits, greeting, trying to carry further.

The classic 'Inside My Love.' by Minnie Riperton began to play, changing the mood of the atmosphere. You couldn't lie the alcohol was going straight to your core, you were fighting demons. You turned off the stove and moved the pot off of the hot burner, you backed up and were immediately met with a wall. You froze.

Your heart raced as you felt gentle hands settle on your hips and carefully pull you in closer. You could tell he was a bit scared about how you'd react to the sudden action he just took but you received it with ease, almost melting in his hold. He took that as permission to bring you in even closer, he closed his eyes as your hair tickled his chin. Pedro slowly sunk his head into the beautiful bush of your soft tight curls. Smelling sweet as usual, courtesy of the various products you put in it.

That smell lingered every time you walked by him. It invaded his senses, and made his eyes roll back every time. His head in the clouds over how close he was to you, he was almost stunned to feel your plentiful behind brushing against his hardening cock. You two swayed along with the music, you leaned your head back against his chest closing your eyes and just enjoying his hold.

He softly smiled, it felt like he'd been waiting to do this forever. You smirked placing your hands over his guiding them higher, they passed under your shirt brushing over your torso and firmly planted on your bare breasts. He groaned feeling the flesh, the warmth of your tits. Your nipples hardened almost immediately, you tugged on your bottom lip to stifle the little moan that threatened to spill over. Your hands loosely holding onto his wrists, he took the chance to move one hand further up your body, wrapping his slender fingers around the column of your neck.

"Pedro..." You whispered. He could bend you over the counter for that alone. Suddenly his hands were gone, even for a second you missed them. You turned around with a pout, and a wave of embarrassment passed over you. "Sorry." Not sure why you were apologizing in the first place.

His eyes softened, his hands taking yours. "No, no, no YN you have nothing to apologize for. I just..." He wanted to swallow his words. You searched his puppy eyes, filled with adoration and hope. You smiled removing your hand from his but quickly resting it under his chin, scratching at his scruff. "You're getting grey there buddy."

"I know." He sulked. "Mm, don't worry you're still cute."

The small compliment caused his cheeks to heat up. You pulled him closer, your noses brushing and finally your lips touching. A fire lighting inside him rather quickly, he'd imagined how your lips tasted many times over and it was nothing compared to the reality, his hand transferred to the back of your head-- holding your place, where you belonged. Your own palms scaling the perimeter of his body and landing at the bottom of his shirt, you lightly tugged at it hoping he'd get the message and he did. Your lips parted for a moment and glued right back together, it was starting to heat up in the kitchen again.

He peppered kisses along your sweet brown skin, his hand slipping under your thighs-- soon your feet were off the ground, he carried you off to the dining table, your warm thighs rested on the cold surface. Pedro was lost in lust, mapping out your collarbone and chest with his lips your little pants were his motivation. "Pedrito..." You called out his nickname. "I need you, please."

He didn't need to hear it twice. His fingers fumbling with the band of your boxers, taking them off and tossing them wherever. Your pretty pussy on display, swollen and soaking for him and him only.

"Fuck." He couldn't contain himself anymore. His index finger slowly dragged between your folds, collecting your juices, he brought his finger to his lips taking the chance to taste you. You were heavenly. He dropped to his knees to be closer to your heat, he held your legs apart and dove between them. You gasped feeling his tongue explore your crevices. Your palm rested on the table holding you up while the other played in his shaggy hair, you loved when it was like that but you knew he'd probably have to tame it soon.

You whimpered as he sucked and slobbered all over your clit, his saliva running down your cunt and his chin. You peeked down only to be met with his dark eyes, the brown in them had seemingly left. "Baby, oh shit." You attempted to squirm away, your orgasm approaching a lot quicker than you had anticipated, but he wasn't letting you budge. "Pedro, please, oh my god." You faintly cried. He let go of one of your legs, using his free fingers to slip inside. You were done for.

You laid back, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Your legs closing around his head, he accepted his fate knowing this was a nice way to go out anyway. You clenched around his fingers, your nectar coating them well-- he enjoyed your taste, almost becoming drunk on it. He stopped when he figured you'd had enough. He resumed leaving kisses on your skin, trailing up your torso until he reached your lips. He playfully flicked his tongue against your bottom lip causing you to smile.

"I love you." You blurted out. Your eyes widened, the words slipped out with ease and now they were out in the open for him to receive but he didn't say anything and the regret was settling in you started to wonder if you just fucked up your entire friendship. Pedro pressed his forehead against yours, he shifted around fumbling with the strings of his sweatpants, and he pulled everything down all at once. "I fucking love you." He muttered easing himself inside. You whimpered feeling his girth stretch you out, he filled you up so nicely. "You have no idea how much I fucking love you YN."

His words went straight to your cove, they made you wetter and he could tell. He slowly thrust into you, his hand around your neck once again-- he wasn't choking you he just loved the way it rested there. "I want you to be mine, so bad."  He confessed. "I'm yours, baby, I promise." You reassured.

He grunted delivering one hard stroke, he stayed in place just enjoying your warm and oozy walls hugging him tightly. He was throbbing inside you. He hissed as he began to move again, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he gave you steady strokes that weren't too fast and weren't too slow. He wanted you to feel everything.

Your moans and the sound of skin contact drowned out the music that was still playing. "Right there daddy, fuck yes!"

"Yeah? It feels good mama?"

He was coming out of his shyness. "Yes baby, you feel so fucking good inside me."

His pace picked up, he was pounding into you, holding you close. Your moans were music to his ears, your nails scratching down his back stopping right above his cute bum. You giggled lazily when he moved your hands down onto his butt. One hard stroke cut that laughter with the quickness, your nails leaving crescent moon imprints on his skin. "Shit!" Your legs trembled, the way he would switch it up and slow it down just to edge your release, he began to play with your aching clit.

His name flowed like a river out of your mouth, you whimpered and moaned, screamed and shouted. "Fuck! Pedro, I'm gonna cum."

He left kisses along your jawline and up behind your ear. "Please, cum for me my pretty girl. All over me." Those words set you off, you coated him in your cream, an appreciation of his work. He had a few strokes left before he emptied himself inside you. The two of you were sweaty and the table was messy. You placed both hands on his face. "I meant what i said you know. I do love you."

Pedro beamed. He picked you up, your tired body wrapped around him as you two exited the kitchen and entered the living room. He sat down in his chair, you lightly moaned feeling him shift inside you. He reached behind him finding a blanket on the chair back, he draped it over your body. He was so warm.

"I loved you first though." He childishly said. "Uh uh, who said that?"

"Me." He said proudly. "Mm, I won't fight you on it then."

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. Over the moon to have you in his arms for good.

idk i was just trying to dabble in the Pedro fantasies. God that man is so fine. if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Peace and all the love

#pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #friends to lovers #black!reader #Pedro x black!reader #marleywrites #marleysfanfictions #Spotify #Pedro pascal x reader

[izvmimi]

nanami takes a deep breath before turning the doorknob to his, well your, apartment and delivers a well rehearsed 'i'm home!' to complete and utter silence.

surprised but also not, he scans the room, fingers loosening his necktie as he walks, but as he approaches your room at the end of the hallway, he can hear the tap-tap-tap of furiously typing keys, along with the backlight of too many screens, and he's aware that you're actually still there.

perhaps you didn't hear him, and he doesn't feel like repeating the joke.

since your door isn't locked, he decides to invite himself in, hoping that you're not sitting in your desk chair in your underwear like you were four weeks ago, barely batting an eyelash as you turned as though you were fully clothed forcing him to reflexively cover his eyes.

this time as you hear him, you don't turn but you raise one hand, still typing with the other to wave at him.

"deadline?" he asks.

you shake your head.

right at the time you swivel in the chair, he's put two and two together. your lips have been sealed again sometime between the last time he saw you and now, and you're signing to him, letting out a noiseless sigh, a cloud of cursed energy floating over the lower half of your face.

"who did you tell about themselves?" he sighs back.

you sign a noncommital, I slipped, and he sighs, making his way towards your bed and sitting down on the edge. you want to say something about changing from outside clothes before contaminating your bedding but you'll allow it. just for today.

"okay well now you're forced to listen to me," nanami offers. you glance at the mismatched long socks on his feet and point, shaking your head.

"leave me alone," he says, flatly.

stop dressing like a clown and i won't comment on the circus, you sign.

"still amazes me how you manage to be more annoying when you're forced to be silent," he quips, but he chuckles. you smile.

"how long is the time limit this time?" he asks, rising to retire for the evening.

a couple hours, you sign.

"gojo should have been born with this technique instead," he mutters. "sick of hearing that he's in love." you laugh.

did he tell you about her toes again? i heard you telling him not to call you in the middle of the night last time.

nanami rubs his temples.

"setting my phone to do not disturb for the rest of the evening."

he rises finally with an exaggerated groan that you'd make fun of more if you could, but he's turned his attention and won't be watching you sign anymore. you turn back to your work but realize you want to talk more before he leaves. as you look back at him, he's reaching for the light, flickering it back on and you hiss dramatically yet soundlessly.

"you're going to damage your eyes," he replies without consequence.

there's nothing important for me to see. and i'm saving us on the light bill.

"you don't pay the light bill," he reminds you. it's true. you pay water and other utilities, but he's claimed light and a little bit more of the rent.

you purse your lips but decide not to argue more. letting yourself breathe out through your nose, you return to your code. it seems like a silly day job for someone who technically a sorcerer, but nanami is a literal salaryman. you're in the same boat.

your phone buzzes, and it's a message from your roommate again, despite the fact that he's long gone.

can i eat the leftovers?

they're not leftovers. i purposefully cooked for two, weirdo.

you see a chat bubble rise then fall, then a like to your message that brings a smile to your face.

perhaps no longer living alone isn't so bad.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #daydreams: jjk #thoughts: nanami #mimi's notes #mimi writes: cursed!reader

[angelbitezzz]

Now where in the hell did she go?

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

#art #my art #digital art #doodle #ts underswap #Crossbones and Starstruck #ts underswap self insert #self ship #ts underswap sans #underswap sans #tonight we get ANGSTY #look i love sans and he's a great guy but hes also kind of an asshole sometimes and thats okay #he's trying #fanfic #if the pictures seem really out of order i promise im trhing to fix it tumblr mobile just hates me

[llovekami]

please destroy me / toji f.

inspired by the fic on my wattpad: sorusorry

cw: lingerie, masc reader, choking, anal, collars/leashes, dacryphilia, hair pulling, mean!toji, size difference, handcuffs, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, usage of ‘pretty boy,’ ‘prince,’ and ‘doll’ from toji, kind of/very soft toji near the beginning and end

it was so late.

11:38pm to be exact, but when you slipped into the white lingerie you knew toji just adored, you couldn’t help but be compelled to take at least a few photos. the thigh highs that hugged your thighs, the skin tight underwear that hugged your figure, and a collar with toji’s name wrapped nicely around your neck, snug around your throat. you posed in front of your mirror, on your knees with your hand holding your leash.

you sent a few more pictures, some a bit more risqué than the others. pulling down your underwear to just barely show your length, grinning at the camera with a devilish glint in your hues.

just how did you get here?

you never partied or danced. the bass of the music that you had never heard before blasting, making your heart thump harder than it already was. your job was stressful enough, paperwork after paperwork, never being able to find time for partying like you did in your teenage years.

you were sly, hiding a smirk behind a red solo cup of whiskey when men and women alike had come to flirt with you, to tease you - try and weasel their way into your pants. you had merely brushed them off like a speck of dust on your shirt, avoiding their disappointed gaze from across the room.

until he came along.

until him, being alone was how you worked. you avoided partners, avoided your love life in exchange for more gratification and pleasure to your sex life, having experienced it all with various amounts of people. until you had met toji, of course.

he was well built, sly and flirty just like you were. the scar on his lip, jet black hair and enticing green eyes that simply lured you closer and closer to his pretty self. he wore a tight, black shirt that showed off every ridge and curve of his rough body that you soon came to explore, showed off every muscle he had gained.

it was sickening.

now, here you were, months later.

and merely moments later after reminiscing about the past and after you had flopped onto your bed waiting for toji to reply, he called.

a gruff, rough voice spoke into your ear once you held the phone up to your ear. “w’na guess how far i am, doll?” he uttered, and for a minute you felt your blood run cold. he lived about an hour away, was he just bluffing? “about 20 minutes.. was g’na give you a gift for being so patient ‘n waitin’ on me, but it doesn’t seem that you deserve that, huh?” he laughed, before he left the call without elaborating.

you waited, patiently. 10 minutes had passed, then 15. you didn’t even have to wait the entire 20 minutes before you heard three hard pounds at the dark wood door. you rushed, sweatpants hugging at your hips that you had put on in wait, your collar and leash still easily accessible. the soft pitter-patter of your socked feet hitting your hardwood floor made toji smirk, knowing how eager and desperate you were for him. how much you needed him, and he knew exactly why you had sent those. not to tease, not to be bratty, but because you missed him.

toji knew his job was stressful for someone with a relationship, and he knew that he was gone most of the time. which is why he won’t punish you as hard as he should for your teasing. he knew it was only because you missed him, and to be fair, he missed you too.

you opened the door, the brisk coldness of the outside sending goosebumps down your body, toji moving inside and shutting the door behind him. almost instantly, his hands came to rest on your hips while your own came to rest on his chest. he grinned, and the large cheshire smile he gave once you blushed and gave an apologetic look had you nearly collapsing then and there.

his strong, calloused and scarred hands came to hoist you up from your thighs, your arms thrown around his shoulders and the desperateness of the hickeys you had planted on his neck, the eagerness of the whines you let out when you rubbed up against him in just the right way that was pleasurable had you seeing stars. all of it had toji twitching in his own grey sweatpants, sighing once he had made it to your bed. handcuffs and lube already sitting on your nightstand, just waiting for him just as you were.

“miss me, prince? cause gods know i missed you,” he growled, “i missed you so much. like those little videos i sent you, huh?” he inquired, and his hot breath was right next to your ear as he trailed down. he untied the strings of your pants, nearly ripping them off of your body as he tossed them to the corner of your inconsistently shared room. the prettiness of the lingerie you had on blended so well with everything about you, the softness of your skin, your personality, everything. his little angel.

his hand spread over your thigh and nearly engulfed it without even trying, cursing under his breath. “fuck, you’re so small beneath me. my pretty little doll, aren’t you? all dolled up just for me, god damn.” he cursed once more, before his hand had come up to wrap around your throat and rest there. he squeezed, so gentle, and a little sound came from you.

he hissed, and did it again. the same little noise came from you before he removed his hand and hastily pulled down his own pants, leaving nothing but his black underwear as he pressed his own erection against the inner side of your thigh. “this is what you do to me, you know?” he inquired rhetorically, and you whined. you were practically begging for him, twitching against your laced underwear softly. “please,” you begged, “please, jus’ want you, want you so bad!” you pleaded, nails digging eagerly into his forearm.

he batted his lashes, chuckling softly. “awh. do you? poor thing, so pathetic. resorting to begging so soon and i’ve barely done anything.” he scoffed, glaring down at you. “flip.” he commanded, and his hands went to your waist once you had taken a second too late to flip over like he commanded you to. your ass in the air and your back arched, you pressed yourself against his steadily growing erection. you were eager, and based on the feeling, so was he.

a harsh whack! came down to your ass, cheek already reddening from the harshness of it. the feeling had you biting your lip, whimpering and whining as you continued to wag your hips against his fast growing erection, sighing as he merely tossed his head back. his large palm sprawled across the cheek in which he had smacked, soothing the soft red that had grown from it.

he tugged his underwear down, a flushed, angry red tip that had softly hit his stomach before residing on your, still stinging, ass. “come on, baby.. lemme jus’...” he uttered before his fingers hooked under the waistline of your underwear, almost shredding them off like they were nothing. “i’ll get you a new pair, c’mon,” he cooed, “don’t pout.” he chuckled, your face snapping back into a little embarrassed look before you averted your gaze.

he grabbed the lube, opening it with haste and rubbing himself so quickly it left him damn near whimpering at the feeling of satisfaction, of something he so desperately wanted. he grabbed your waist, sighing softly as he finally rushed himself into you. he groaned while you had merely gripped onto the sheets, a meek and breathless “fuck” coming from you.

his thrusts were sporadic, no real meaning behind them other than missing you, a desperate need he needed to quench or else it’d drive him insane, it’d drive you insane. he groaned as his brows furrowed, tossing his head back as his hand came to whack at your ass once more. “fuck.. i.. i missed you so much,” he sighed, “god, you deserve to be punished for how much you teased me, but i’m guilty of the same. fucking. thing.” he growled, accentuating his words with his thrusts which made you thrust into the mattress below you, whimpering as the bed began to creak at the force of his thrusts.

he grabbed at your leash, pretty just like you and tugged until you choked out a breath. he released his hold on it, before moving back to tug on it again until you were a whimpering mess. whilst one hand resided on your leash, the other went from holding your waist tightly to tugging onto your hair. “god.. consider this enough punishment for now,” he rasped, “maybe you’ll know not to.. oh.. fuck, not t’tease me so much next time, won’t you?”

you arched your back, crying out at the feeling of both the pain and pleasure at two separate points of your body, in which caused a stirring feeling in the deepest pits of your stomach. “toji.. toji!” you cried, moving one of your hands lower and lower until he caught them both, the hand which was previously on your leash now wrapped around both of your wrists. “fucking.. brat, was g’na let you cum if you didn’t fuckin’ try to get yourself off.” he growled, before grabbing the handcuffs on the nightstand and cuffing them together behind your back, furrowing his brows.

you were desperate at this point, tears daring to roll down your pretty little face and dribble down onto the bed. “please.. please, i’m s’close toji,” you urged, and he chuckled darkly in reply. “need to cum?” he pouted, “too fucking bad.” his thrusts sped up, sighing and grunting into your ear as he dared to reach his own orgasm. “don’t you dare fucking cum, slut. if you do, i won’t touch you in a way that’ll please you the way you like for the rest of this fucking month.”

it wasn’t a threat with toji, never. it was always a promise. his hands whacked once more at your rear for the -nth time that night, and after a few more minutes of your moans increasingly getting louder along with your nonstop begging and tears that had dripped off of your cheeks and jawline and onto the bed, he groaned as he came inside of you.

it was a desperate, long and suffocatingly rushed moment as his hand wrapped around your own length to jerk you off, chuckling darkly as he kissed at your back and let you cum into his rough hand. he sighed once you came, slipping out of your tired hole and moving to the bathroom and to the kitchen. the sound of the bath running and the feeling of a warm wrap tapping softly at the cum that ran down your hole was relieving, cleaning both you and himself off as he kissed your neck.

“are you okay?” he cooed, and you only weakly nodded once he let you relax into him. he stripped you of the rest of your remaining lingerie, lowering you slowly into the relaxing and warm bath. a cold glass of water was settled beside of the tub on a little table, before toji himself lowered into the bath and let you settle onto his chest. he washed and scrubbed your back, so delicately, so softly for an intimidating man like him.

“gonna try and work less this month, you know?” he hushed, “gonna try and.. spend more time with you. i promise.” and for the first time in a while, toji relaxed against you and held you close. it was soft, the feeling of his lips against your skin, and the way you slipped into slumber was as easy as ever with toji fushiguro by your side.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jjk x male reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x male reader #toji fushiguro x male reader smut #toji fushiguro x reader smut #toji jjk

[imtheasssniffer]

Locked Out

“Really babe socks and slides?” You teased, getting out of your car, and approaching your front door where your husband Myles was sitting. He called saying it was an emergency, and you rushed home to find him outside pantsless.

“Just shut the fuck up,” he snapped yelling at you. He was obviously frustrated. He was usually more patient, so you were slightly taken aback by his tone.

“What happened to your pants anyways?”

“It’s a long story, just let me in,” he stated getting ready to stand as you approached the door.

“No, no you have to tell me first,” you said looking down at him. Smiling, trying some way to cheer him up.

“Babe I’m not fucking around! Give me the keys!” He stood lunging at you to grab the keys, but you quickly stepped back.

“Ah, you gotta get them from me.” You ran into the yard, expecting him to chase you, but you saw him awkwardly shift back towards his chair like there was something stuck between his legs. And then it dawned on you.

“Wh- oh my god did you shit yourself,” you teased loudly, already knowing the answer. His face contorted into a defeated and angry look.

“That’s why you’re in such a bitch mood!” You called, while walking a few steps closer.

“Babe could you be a bit more quiet?” You could tell he was ashamed, and paranoid that your neighbors would know.

“You shit yourself! That’s so embarrassing,” you laughed, teasing.

“Here take the keys,” you said throwing them to him.

“You clearly need them.”

You laughed as he failed to catch them, and frantically scoured for them.

“Fuck you,” he screamed struggling to place the key in the lock. You continued to laugh and walked up to him. Observing the dark streak of brown that stained his white briefs.

“I hope you know I’m never letting you live this down.”

“For real, fuck you.” He shot back. You took the keys from his panicked hands, and quickly unlocked the door for him, he rushed in a ran to the bathroom.

“I wish you would,” you mumbled. You locked the door, and slowly followed him into the house, dropping your keys and belongings in the entrance, and making your way to the bathroom, which he occupied.

“Sheesh, you could’ve at least close the door behind you,” you said resting yourself against the frame.

“Please,” he strained, before his ass exploded into the toilet bowl. It was both liquid and solid, something that you didn’t even know was possible. You cringed as a vile smell also exploded out of him. Echoing off of the bowl and filling the room. You felt your nose begin to stuff up just from smelling it.

“You sound like you’re having fun.” You choked out to break the seriousness. You had to take a step back to breathe. His face was bright red. You couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment, or from the concentration he was putting into his poop. Myles put out a hand for you, and you debated whether or not you wanted to accept it, and comfort him as he processed these bowel movements. You looked at his face, skewed in pain, eyes squinted, tears flowing down his cheeks. You had to be there for him. You stepped into the bathroom, and almost instantly regretted it, you didn’t have to inhale for the rotten stink to rise into your nostrils.

“Oh my god,” you said placing your elbow over your face.

“That’s really bad.” You grabbed his hand and sat on the sink counter.

“What the fuck did you eat?” Your throat felt irritated like you were sick. It was vile.

“I don’t know,” he cried, his voice breaking. He was on the verge of sobbing. His eyes were puffy with with thick lenses of water ready to burst down his face, and his breathing had become sharp, and he looked so defeated. You heard his stomach groan, and he winced in pain. You slid off of the sink and walked in front of him. Pulling his head against your waist and running your fingers along his scalp, as some way to soothe him. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you into a deep hug making your knees buckle, and pulling you forward. You leaned closer to him, which you instantly regretted as the smell wafted up from behind him and directly into your face. He squeezed your waist tightly as his ass erupted again. You gagged and tried to break free from his hug, but his grip only become stronger as he groaned as more liquid shit shot from his hole. You gagged again, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. He only pulled you tighter as he released another violent stream.

“Oh god,” you mumbled feeling queasy from the scent. You felt your own stomach lurch like you were going to throw up, but you held it together. Myles’s grip finally loosened and you pulled away running into the kitchen where you dry heaved into the sink. Fully expecting to vomit.

“Oh my god,” you pleaded to yourself as the nausea pulsed through you. The stink was trapped in your nose. You couldn’t escape the smell of his diarrhea.

“Babe, what the fuck, did you eat?” You yelled from the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” Myles remarked. You could tell he was crying now. You heard another explosive movement from his bottom and decided it would be best if you stayed in the kitchen for the time being.

You finally mustered up the courage to go back to him just in time to hear him flush. When he noticed you he asked you to grab a clean pair of underwear and then shut the door as you walked away. You heard the shower start, and quickly placed the clean pair on the counter before heading back into the kitchen to grab the Febreeze and cleanse the house of his vile stench.

As you waited for him to get out of the shower, which was interrupted by a couple trips to the toilet you sat in the couch and watched TV, awaiting his return.

Finally, you heard the water stop, and the vents turn on, followed by a distant misting of Febreeze, and you knew that meant he was finally done. You watched as he slowly turned the corner, slouched and exhausted, with wet hair and only a pair of boxers on.

“Come here,” you stated sympathetically, holding up your arms to entice him over to you.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked as he defeatedly shuffled over to you.

“Yeah,” he let out with a long sigh as he threw himself on top of you, laying in your arms on his back.

“Did the shower help,” you asked shifting in your seat to make him more comfortable.

“I’m not covered in shit anymore, so that helped I guess.”

“Does your stomach still hurt?”

“It’s feels like this pain will never go away honestly.” He said rubbing his tummy. You placed your hand over his and started to rub with him.

“I’m sorry babe,” you said before kissing the back of his head.

“Do you know what caused it?”

“I have no idea,” he said placing his hands at his sides, and lightly squeezing your thighs.

“Where were you when you shit yourself though?”

“I was changing at the gym, and I thought it was just a fart, so I, you know, let it out, but shit shot out all over my pants so I just put on my underwear and came home, but I didn’t have my keys. I left them-“

“You left them in the room last night, I told you, you would forget, but you never listen.”

“Anyways, so then I called you. That’s what happened,” you played with his hair, and looked him in the eye.

“You’re fucking gross.”

“Bitch I will shart on you.”

“That would just prove my point.” You both laughed and Myles grabbed his stomach.

“I can’t laugh,” he stated clutching his sore stomach from the days previous devilish bowel movements.

“Please don’t shit yourself again, I’m in the splash zone,” you joked, sliding your hands from his hair to his stubble, which you gently swirled your fingers in.

“No promises,” he quipped back, sinking into you and letting out a sigh of relief as he was finally able to relax.

[honeysmoonn]

i’ve got you

warnings: christmas in november lol! fluff, implied fem!reader but i guess this could be gender neutral, curtis!reader, dal feelings like a bad boyfriend if you squint, implied relationship, jazzy mentioned!!! rushed and NOT proof read!

a/n: i put up my christmas tree today so i’m feeling very much in the spirit for the holidays!!

the gentle glow of the christmas lights casted a particularly beautiful light on you and everything else it touched, so dallas thought. he watched you delicately hang up stockings along the fireplace with each of your brothers and your names stitched onto the patched socks.

the brunet was sat comfortably on the couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table as you finished putting the finishing touches to the beaming christmas tree and making sure every small decoration was angled in the perfect way that made it seem like the house was straight out of a christmas movie. you paused, giving dallas a look. “why don’t you help, now?” you knew dallas didn’t liked holidays. in fact, there were few popular things he liked. you called him stubborn for not wanting to like things everyone else liked, but he insisted it was just because he didn’t like them.

“i ain’t about all this christmas shit.” he waved off your request while taking a drag of his cigarette that was hanging loosely in his ring laced hand.

you sighed, as much convincing as it took, dallas was still the most stubborn man you had ever met. your eyes landed on the record player sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, hardly no one used the old thing anymore, everyone being too busy with the changing seasons to stop and appreciate music like you wished.

right now, the entire world seemed quiet. and that made you antsy, dallas could tell. “why don’t ya play some music, pretty girl?” he offered with a shrug that tried to tell you that he didn’t really care. you knew he did though. so you gently walked over to the record player and dug through the almost too tall pile of records sitting on the floor. your hands grazed over nearly every single record before finding what you were looking for.

see, even if dallas didn’t like christmas, you did.

the soft sound of the intro elvis presleys rendition of ‘i’ll be home for christmas’ began playing through the living room. your eyes remained on the spinning vinyl as the song continued, imagining snow falling into the ground outside your house in some sort of christmas miracle fashion. dallas watched you with interest, he knew you liked music, but this much seemed strange to him.

after a few moments, it was dallas’ turn to become antsy. his hands began to itch as the seconds passed where his hands weren’t on you. he whistled once, causing you to turn your head around with a questioning look. “come here, girl. i miss ya.” a smile crept onto your face at his sudden act of affection as you made your way onto the couch next to him.

his hands found their place on your body, one around your shoulder and one gently tracing the inside on your thigh. your head rested on his shoulder as the song neared it’s end. so you spoke:

“what do you want for christmas?” you asked innocently. dallas paused for a moment, thinking of an appropriate answer.

see, his love language for you might have been gift giving (he loved spoiling his girl) but for himself… it seemed weird. he felt guilty receiving gifts from someone he knew was almost too good for him.

now from your side, you wanted to feel your boyfriend feel as much appreciated as he made you feel.

“i don’t need anything, doll.” dallas sighed after a few beats of silence passed. “i’ve got you.” he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline as you smiled.

“you’re so sappy.” you teased, causing dallas to gently pinch your side, sending you jolting closer to him with a soft laugh. “but really… you think jazzy needs a sibling?”

“jesus christ, doll, no!”

#matt dillon #dally winston x reader #the outsiders #dallas winston #johnny cade #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #two bit mathews

[fruitcoops]

i just reread "big head" and laughed my ass off, will you do another ego award one pretty pleeeeeaseee? (only if you want of course :))

One of my favorites! Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

(Part 1: Big Head)

“The 2022-2023 hockey season has officially wrapped,” Talker announced as he walked backward down the hallway of Gryffindor Arena. “This team had a run for the history books and everyone is so proud—and so grateful—to have such outstanding fans there with us every step of the way. We truly could not have done it without you.

“As a ‘thank you’ for everything you’ve done for us this year, we’d like to continue a very special end-of-season tradition: the Ego Award. Some of you may recall our reigning champion, Heartthrob O’Hara himself, and his fabulously embarrassing stories from last year.” He paused just outside the locker room with a significant look toward the camera. “Those may be big shoes to fill, but rest assured we have found the one person who can literally and figuratively get the job done. Behold.”

He swept the door open with one hand and chaos spilled out in a rush.

“Read it! Read it! Read it!” half the room chanted.

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” the other half cheered.

“I can’t,” came Leo’s distressed answer, red all the way from his ears to his neck as he gripped a wrinkled piece of notebook paper. “You guys, this is such a—”

“Gentlemen!” The room fell silent as Talker spread his arms with a wide smile. “Welcome to the 2023 Ego Award, hosted by yours truly and bestowed upon our sweet baby net angel, the Nutcracker.”

“It’s Knut,” Leo said miserably. “Like the lizard.”

“Hush, Crunchy Peanut Butter. Do you have your punishment prepared?”

Leo turned baleful eyes on the camera. He looked rather like a puppy that had been put outside in the rain, hunched in his stall and surrounded by his carrion-bird teammates. “Save me.”

“Saviors are for the humble. You, sir, were voted off that island. Read.”

“Oh, god,” Leo mumbled under his breath as he unfolded the paper. In the corner of the frame, Finn watched him with unhindered glee. “My name is Leo Knut, and these are my top five most humbling moments with the Gryffindor Lions. Because clearly I don’t suffer enough for this team.”

“Keep that up and you’re getting the Potty Mouth Award, too,” Talker warned.

“You can’t—” Leo rolled his eyes. “Fine. Number five: trying to drink out of the wrong side of my waterbottle.”

“How many times?” Finn prompted eagerly.

“Once.”

A chorus of protests rose up—Leo pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Nine times. Shut up. Number four: losing a kitten in my shirt when we had a shelter visit."

"Two kittens," Sirius corrected. "One went up your pant leg."

"Oh my god, can you not?"

“That one was delightful,” Kasey agreed, nodding along. “Just—honestly, one of my favorite memories.”

Leo smoothed the edge of the page, nose wrinkling like he had smelled something unpleasant. “Is it too late to eat the paper?”

Remus tsked. “We gave you a chance. Not our fault you chose the most painful path.”

A rogue socked foot came into frame and poked Leo on the shin. “Read, Butterball.”

“Number three,” Leo continued, tilting his face to the ceiling in a clear bid for strength. “Getting stuck jumping the boards, falling back onto the ice, slipping when I got up again, and only making it over successfully with the help of two different people dragging me over the edge.”

“Like hauling a bag of bricks,” Logan mused from his place on the floor.

Dumo nodded solemnly. “Or a dead bear.”

“Slip a disc about it, Grandpa,” Leo quipped before glancing to Talker. “If I read the next one without eating this paper, can I skip the last one?”

“No,” the rest of the team answered in perfect unison.

“We all go through trying times,” Finn said with a pat to Leo’s knee. “Look on the bright side: at least it isn’t me this year!”

Leo stared at him for a long, silent moment.

“You astound me,” he said at last.

“Thank you.”

“That’s not a compliment.”

“I’m taking it as one.”

“How did I end up with this award?” He looked around the team with a lost expression. “How is it not Ginger Spice every goddamn year?”

“Because we have to switch it up so we can trauma-bond over mutual humiliation,” Talker informed him. “Also, you’re a little fucker and you can’t hide it from the good people of Gryffindor forever.”

Leo shook his head, but turned back to his notes. “Number two: leaving the ice baths to get my Gatorade, then slipping and falling in my own puddle on the way back.” He closed his eyes. “And spilling the entire bottle of Gatorade on myself. And slipping in that as well.”

“It’s important to me that people know you just laid there for, like, five full seconds,” Kasey added.

“Thanks.”

“Any time, Honeynut Cheerios.”

“After I’m done, can someone bury me under the net? I want to haunt you all for making me do this.”

Several noises of assent followed and Leo nodded.

“Cool. Sweet. I love this for myself.” He cleared his throat and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Number one: I underestimated the weight of my new gear, sat on a stool, and fell backwards off it. I took six and a half people down with me like a bowling ball wrapped in Velcro and foam. Every second of it was caught on camera and replayed through commercial breaks, then late-night television. Harzy, will you do the honors?”

“Of course, Bodacious Nutacious.”

Leo held his arms up and Finn scooped him over his shoulder with a grin as the room erupted into whoops, hollers, and applause. The camera followed the stream of players out and down the hallway; Talker stepped into frame once more, craning his neck to watch Leo and Finn disappear around the corner.

“Thanks for joining us for another year, Lions,” he laughed. “We look forward to so many more. Stay humble!”

#leo knut #finn ohara #logan tremblay #thomas walker #remus lupin #pascal dumais #lions #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lumosinlove #ego award #social media #lion pride #my fic #fanfic

[talesofesther]

prettiest dream

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: You and Xavier share a special moment by the fireplace of your living room.

Requested by anon

A/N: This story is part of my Christmas Special event. The song I imagined playing here is this one, but you can think of any you'd like. <3

Masterlist

It was nearly magical, the way the soft flames of the fireplace illuminated the cozy living room; along with the Christmas tree blinking its lights right beside it, the atmosphere could easily be picked out of the sweetest dream.

At first, Xavier had been apprehensive about spending Christmas with your parents, however now, after a joyful first meeting and delicious dinner with your family, he figured it wasn't that bad at all.

He had just come back from finishing drying the dishes, and was greeted with the sight of your sitting on your father's big armchair; hot chocolate mug in one hand and a book in the other, with the fire highlighting your profile in a golden glow. Xavier engraved the image in his mind to put it on paper once he had his sketchbook in hand — because he could swear that he's never been more in love than he is now.

You were so purely you, that sometimes he wondered why you still settled for someone like him. In his eyes, you were deserving of the world, and hopefully, he'd be able to give it to you one day.

There was a low, soft violin tune playing from your mother's old radio, it brought a small smile to Xavier's lips as he watched you — talk about a perfect setting.

"I can feel your thinking from here."

It was only once you spoke, that Xavier realized you had placed your mug and book down, and had your gaze fixed on him.

He chuckled, glancing down and feeling warmth coming to his cheeks from being caught staring. Taking careful steps toward you, he mindlessly outstretched a hand; "would you dance with me?"

Your cheeks framed your smirk adorably as you shook your head slightly. Planting your socked feet on the chilly wooden floor, you took his hand in yours and allowed him to pull you up. "And yet you don't believe me when I tell you that you came right out of a rom-com."

Intertwining your fingers, Xavier pulled your body to him, knocking your chests together softly as his free hand came to rest on your lower back.

"I try."

"Lucky me," you whispered, winding your arm around his neck and playing with his long hair.

You two weren't very much in synchrony with the notes coming from the radio, but it didn't matter; the low cracks of the fire could be heard beside you, the snow had started falling heavily outside as a few flakes clung to the window behind you, and Xavier could see the warm reflection of the Christmas lights on your irises. Everything was perfect in this little bubble.

"No, I'm the lucky one," Xavier mumbled back, bringing you closer still so he could rest his cheek on your temple as he swayed you side to side, "you make me the happiest I've ever been."

The words went beyond this one night and you knew that, it only made your heart beat louder for the sweet boy in your arms.

You kiss his neck, feeling the shape of his goosebumps on your lips; then you kiss his collarbone as your fingers disappear on his hair.

Xavier knows what you're saying, you know it by the way he nuzzles further into you. But you go a step further, because he holds your heart in his hands just as you do his.

You pull away just enough to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips, and you don't need to open your eyes to know he's smiling. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be. You know that yeah? As long as I'm with you I'm already at my happiest."

The words roll out of your mouth with such delicacy, such ease. Xavier feels the movement of your lips as they graze the corner of his mouth, and he swears that if he wasn't holding onto you right now, he'd be on his knees.

Maybe, just maybe, all it'd take for you to have the world, would be to have him. And you did, since the first ever hello.

Xavier's hair tickled your cheek when he brought his forehead to rest against yours, he bumped your nose with his, knowing it would get you grinning.

"I love you so damn much," he said, just before crashing your lips together to repeat the same words over and over with each kiss.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

Xavier’s taglist: @milkiane

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[trivialbob]

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood ♪ ☼ ♫

I took two of my dogs for a walk around Lake Harriet. There's still ice along the shoreline. Ella wanted to walk on the ice but it's not safe, even for her 40 pounds. Sulley just wanted to lick the ice.

Unfortunately for Oliver, he remained home. Walking three dogs on leashes around other people is too much of a clown show for me to deal with.

Oh don't worry, Oliver got "Stay at home treats." Those are actually a thing at our house. My wife stores hem in a different jars, kept separate from the "We just got home treats," the "Good morning treats," and the "Oh, who's such a good dog?" treats (you have to use the right tone of voice when dispensing those last ones).

Quite of few runners were at the lake. That's no surprise with this nice weather. Many had awful early-season form. I could here them coming behind me, scraping shoes on the path or stomping like they're trying to put out a brush fire. There are going to be some achy knees and ankles tonight.

I saw a man riding a Specialized carbon fiber, full suspension mountain bike. Because he was on a smooth, paved bike path I assumed he pedaling to some far away hills. His chain made terrible squeaking noises.

The man was decked out in all the expensive-looking gear, from head to toe, from Gore-Tex to Lycra to micro fiber. Buying all of that must not have left funds to chain lubricant.

OK, fine. Maybe he was just doing a start-of-the-season shakedown ride near his home. Find out what needs to be adjusted or lubricated, before going to the mountain. A nice bike squeaking like that though sounded terrible. I have a comfortable pair of Børn shoes that squeak on grocery store floors. I would sooner shop in my socks than wear those squeaky shoes around other people.

During my walk I politely declined to purchase Girl Scout cookies at four locations. Those kids are showing up everywhere. On some street corners they set up tables and dare people to say no to cookies. If they start giving free samples on those corners, to get people hooked, those light green vests basically become gang colors.

The grocery store always has a table inside for the Scouts. Sometimes outside too. I can usually squeak past the girls without being noticed, as long as I am not wearing those Børn shoes.

Even the brewery lets the girls set up a table inside AND walk around to all the other tables. Strangely, boxes of Girl Scout cookies spontaneously appear in the trunk of my wife's Subaru when it's parked at the brewery. This generally happens while I use the rest room right before we go home. How does that car even know Thin Mints are her favorite?

This year I have consumed exactly one Girl Scout cookie. A friend at the brewery told me the Toast-Yay! cookies, flavored like French toast and with icing on the bottom, are excellent dipped in coffee. He had just purchased a ton of them and insisted I try one. It was very good, even without being dunked in coffee.

Tagalongs and Somoas were my favorites. I just don't have enough interest in cookies nowadays to buy any though.

#Girl Scout Cookies

[an-evergreen-rose]

When Worlds Collide Part 2

PART ONE | PART THREE

 Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: You find yourself in Kate's apartment

Warnings: like one swear word if that even counts idk

A/N: Guys, keep giving me praise. I LOVE IT.

“So, the bedroom is just through there,” Kate said, pointing to the door down the hall “And feel free to take a shower, the bathroom is the one on the right… I can kinda smell the bin juice from here.”

“Ouch, Kate. You are ruthless,” You replied, hand grasping over your heart at her words. But all jokes aside, you did stink, so you happily took up the offer.

Once you finally figured out how the shower actually worked, glad to know that it wasn’t just your universe with the shower dilemma, you let the warm water wash away all remains of the dreaded bins, applying a generous amount of Kate's body wash, pleasantly surprised by the smell. After cleaning your hair and rinsing off all the soap, you reached for the towel on the rack, humming in contempt at how warm it was. Midway through drying yourself, you realised that you had no other clothes with you apart from your suit. Now it would be pretty stupid to wash and then get back into the bin juice-soaked suit straight after.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, your shoulder-length hair dripping slightly on the floor, you exited the bathroom, finding the raven-haired girl sitting in front of the tv with lucky resting on her lap.

“Hey, Robin Hood, do you think maybe I could borrow some clothes?”

Kate was startled, to say the least. First, she didn't even hear you leave the bathroom, and next thing she knows, you stood leaning against the wall in nothing but a towel. Fucking hell, Kate, get it together.

“Uh, sure, yeah. You can take some out of my drawers in the bedroom.” 

“Thank you, Kate,” You replied, amused by her pink cheeks. “Could I also use your washing machine? My suit kinda smells.”

Kate nodded, getting up off the couch. “Yep.” She said quickly, taking you to the small laundry room allowing you to shove your clothes in with hers. Now you would definitely smell like her.

With a small smile of appreciation, you headed into the archer's bedroom in search of some clothes to wear. Your cheeks heated up when you realised you would have to borrow some of the girl's underwear too, as yours were getting washed along with your suit.

Luckily, you guys were around the same size, the only difference was that Kate was a couple of inches taller, so finding clothes that fitted was easy enough, besides the fact that you looked a little drowned in the longer garments. You took an educated guess into thinking that Kate's favourite colour was purple, after seeing her in her purple suit and now her drawers filled with other purple items of clothing. You settled on some purple sweats and a light grey hoodie, quickly putting on some socks before you left the room in search of the raven-haired girl again.

When you left the room you jumped a little seeing her standing right outside the door, her arm raised as if she was about to knock. She looked at you with wide eyes as she took in what you were wearing. All her clothes. Of course, Kate knew you were going to borrow some, she just didn't realise how much she would enjoy seeing you in them.

“Sorry,” Kate rushed out, embarrassed at how she had to snap out of her little trance. “I was just about to head into the shower but then I realised that I didn’t have any clothes to wear because they’re all in here… where you are. I was about to knock but… you opened the door before-”

You decided to cut Kate off on her obvious nervous ramble, “No worries, sorry to keep you waiting,” you smiled, stepping out of the doorway, letting Kate into the room.

“I, um, I ordered some pizza for us,” Kate said in a small voice, still a little embarrassed from her tangent. “There’s some money on the bench for when it comes, just in case I’m still in the shower.”

You thanked her with a smile as you walked towards her couch, taking her spot next to lucky as she grabbed some clothes from her room. 

She wouldn’t tell you that you grabbed her favourite sweats, mostly because she loved the way you looked in them. She definitely wasn’t expecting to feel this kind of way about you, but she couldn’t deny that you were good-looking. From when she saw you in your suit, the way it hugged your curves, and when you took off your mask, your hair a little messy and your face a little flushed from walking in the cold streets of New York only moments before. And god, when you walked out in that towel, and you looked so vulnerable… so much skin showing, all for Kate. 

Kate's shower was a little colder than usual, given the circumstance of you being on her mind. She knew it was wrong to think like this, having only known you for about an hour, but Kate was known for being a little unexpected. And falling for a girl who literally fell out of the sky is not out of the question for the archer. She grew up getting whatever she wanted. And she was beginning to think she wants you.

But that's getting a little ahead of ourselves.

She heard the front door open, and a small conversation between you and the pizza delivery person was muffled by the bathroom door. Deciding she had spent enough time in the water, she turned it off, drying and dressing before leaving the bathroom, finding you sat on the floor, crossed-legged, your back resting on the couch with a comically large slice of pizza in your hands.

Kate smiled when she saw you again in her clothes, sitting in the chair next to the sofa you rested on, “How’s the pizza?”

“Delicious,” you replied, mouth full of pizza making Kate scrunch her nose with a laugh. 

“Glad to hear it, Y/n,” Kate replied, reaching over to grab herself a slice. 

After the pizza and some small conversation regarding the shitty movie that was playing on the tv, Kate let you sleep in her bed for the night, insisting she was more than happy to have the couch. You protested of course, but you found out just how stubborn the raven-haired girl was as you ended up wrapped up in her soft sheets, basically falling to sleep straight away considering the day you’ve had. Once again, being consumed in more of Kate's scent. First, her body washes and shampoos, then her clothes, and now her bed. You were starting to think it was your new favourite smell.

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