#i'm spending like... 20 minutes after dinner working on it

[yasmeensh]

Got the Master sword! I believe there is still one more upgrade to go...

Bonus Groose after Link sealed the imprisoned.

#loz #Skyward Sword #skyward sword hd #I'm almost there... this is where I'm at right now #I couldn't have done it without groose :'0 he's such a cool guy #he's a bully yeah but his character development is WOW #I'm on a roll here #just finished my final semester :))) Freeeeeeee #got splatoon 3 for myself as a graduation gift hehe #now... so much art to do #fanfictions and books i want to read #games to play #also lots of life things to do deal with hhhhh #also i gotta work on my storyyyyyy #i'm spending like... 20 minutes after dinner working on it #it's very little #but it's something!!!

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

pleaser part 4 pls 🙏🙏🙏

Hiiii! I hope you like it!

Sorry I left it on a cliffhanger again but I'll have the next part this weekend if anyone wants it!

Also, I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this, but I literally had almost 20 requests in my ask box for it. HOPEFULLY it doesn't suck😭

AND I STG BAD IDEA, RIGHT?(Part 4) IS STILL COMING! I'm struggling to get the end just right lmao.

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're still sneaking around with your stepbrother, and it's looking like you have the chance to actually be together with your mom and his dad splitting up.

Contains: p in v, fingering-ish, thigh riding, stepcest but like...your mom and Ethan's dad aren't really together anymore so is it really that bad💀(I know I'm probably missing something but if I read this again, I'll delete the whole fucking thing lmao)

A/N: There's a lot of dialog in this fic, even the smut. If that's not your thing, don't read it:)

After a couple weeks of you sneaking around with Ethan, you started to get a little reckless. You knew how close you were to leaving for college, and you knew the odds of your mom sending you away at the last minute weren’t very high. It got to the point where he was sneaking through your bedroom window every night because you didn’t want to sleep without him. Then, he’d have an alarm set to wake up before Wayne and your mom would get up for work and go back to his room.

The situation between your mom and his dad seemed to be civil, even though Wayne had to sleep on the couch while he tried to find a house. He even contemplated getting an apartment for him and Ethan while they figured it out, but your mom was adamant that it wasn’t a big deal. As irritated as she was over the situation, she didn’t feel right for Ethan to bounce from place to place right before he was leaving for college anyway.

You were sure that your mom had no idea that you were still spending time with Ethan, but she started to notice little things. The flirty glances, the sneaky subtle touches. But what really let her know that you’d found a way to spend alone time with Ethan was when you were helping her make dinner, like you always did, and you put your hair up to get it out of the way. She saw the huge purple mark on the nape of your neck, and she realized that you had no idea it was even there once Ethan walked into the kitchen to see what was for dinner, and his eyes grew wide the second he saw it. He motioned for you to put your hair back down, your cheeks turning bright red. You thought she didn’t notice because she didn’t say anything, but she was planning to later that night after dinner.

Just like clockwork, you and Ethan excused yourself to go to bed right after dinner was over. He was crawling through your bedroom window as you walked over to cut the lights off, your room only lit by the moonlight that was pouring through the window before Ethan closed it and drew the curtains shut.

As you crawled in bed with him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Your back was pressed to his chest as your legs were spread for him, his fingers rubbing over your panties as he placed open mouth kisses along the side of your neck.

“You’re so hard,” you said, as your ass was pressed against his cock that was straining in his boxers.

“You always do this to me,” he mumbled against your neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“You can,” you whispered, as he slid your panties to the side.

“You think you can be quiet?” he asked, a gasp slipping past your lips as he slid one of his fingers inside you.

Before you could say anything else, you heard a light knock on your door before it eased open. Ethan pulled his hand away from you as you closed your legs. You both froze in fear as you saw the silhouette of your mom as she made her way inside your room.

“Are you still awake?” she whispered, as she tried to navigate through the darkness of your room.

“Yeah, I was almost asleep. Just don’t cut the light on,” you said, your anxiety creeping up as she sat down on the foot of your bed.

“We need to talk about you and Ethan,” she said softly, “I know you’ve still been sneaking around.”

Ethan was trying to be as still as possible as he laid beside you. He was so thankful for your blackout curtains, and how you really couldn’t see anything in the room.

“I know you’re probably going to try to deny it, and I don’t want you to lie to me right now. Please be honest with me,” she said, as you took a deep breath.

“When am I going to dads?” you asked, confirming her suspicions without actually admitting to it.

“Do you love Ethan?” she asked, as you tensed up. You hadn’t said those three words yet, and you knew she was just trying to have girl talk with you to know where your feelings were, but you didn’t want to tell her when he was right behind you. “I think he loves you. He looks at you like it’s way more than just some fling.”

“It’s not just some fling,” you said, as you felt Ethan's hand rubbing against the back of your thigh. “I guess I do have really strong feelings for him.”

“I know I was upset when I first found out about the two of you, but I really like him. I’ve seen a different side of him since the weekend that Wayne and I went on our little trip,” she said, as she started to laugh to herself. “You know he used to annoy the shit out of me.”

“He’s actually really sweet,” you said, as his hand just kept moving.

“I’m not going to send you to your dads…and I think I’ll ask Wayne and Ethan to take the cameras down. They don’t really seem to be serving a purpose,” she said, “But, don’t think that I’m okay with the two of you going crazy. I don’t want to walk in here one morning and see him in your bed or something.”

“I’m not that stupid,” you mumbled, “But I’m really tired. Can we talk more about this tomorrow?”

“Of course, honey. Get some sleep,” she said, as she stood up to make her way towards the door. “If you want, we can go get stuff for your dorm tomorrow. Ethan can come, too.”

“Cool, I’ll ask him about it in the morning,” you said, as she opened the door and walked out, quietly closing it behind her.

You and Ethan laid in silence for a few minutes to give your mom plenty of time to go to bed, but he still snaked his arm around you to hold you close.

“Did she just give you permission for us to be together?” he whispered in your ear.

“I think so,” you said, smiling at the thought of it. “I’m sorry if she made things awkward.”

“I think the only awkward part was me being in the bed with you and she had no idea,” he said as he softly laughed against your neck. “Are you talking about the feelings stuff?”

“Yeah…I know we haven’t really discussed that yet. I didn’t know what to say.”

“Do you have really strong feelings for me like you said?” he said, as his hand ran up your thigh.

“I do,” you said softly.

“Good, because your mom was right…about me loving you.”

“You love me?” you asked, as he nodded his head against you.

“I have since we were left alone for the whole weekend.”

You adjusted on the bed so you were facing him, your legs tangling with his as he held you close.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” you questioned, as he sighed.

“It’s a complicated situation. I didn’t want to say it until I knew we actually had a chance to be together.”

“I love you, too, babe,” you said, as you leaned up to kiss him. You started to laugh against his lips once you felt how hard he still was, his cock brushing against you. “You’re still hard.”

“I told you; the idea of getting caught is my kink,” he mumbled against your lips. “You still want me to fuck you?”

“Mhm.”

He connected his lips to yours again, his hand running over the curve of your ass as he rubbed his cock against you. You were getting more wet by the second, the anticipation building as his tongue moved across your bottom lip. He moved his leg so his thigh was pressed against your pussy, as you started to grind against him, gasping at the friction on your clit.

Your breathing got heavier as you kept moving your hips, and once his hand on you ass was helping you move faster, you were trying so hard to be quiet. He started to groan once he felt how wet you were, your panties completely soaked as you rubbed against him.

“You think you could cum like this?” Ethan said, his tone teasing as his hand went to your hip to hold you down harder against him.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, as he softly laughed.

You reached between the two of you to palm him over his boxers, as he helped you move. He attached his lips to yours again to keep quiet himself, because his cock was throbbing so hard as your hand moved over the fabric. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but he wanted you to fall apart over his thigh in between your legs first.

You were whimpering into the kiss as you felt yourself start to get close. He pulled his lips away from yours, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he helped you move as fast as you could.

“Oh my god,” you said, your voice strained as he helped bring you closer to the edge.

“Try to be quiet, baby,” he said, his voice raspy as your legs started to tremble.

“I can’t,” you panted, “Fuck, we’re gonna get caught.”

“No, we’re not,” he said, as he leaned down to kiss you, hard. His mouth caught all the sounds you were trying to hard to hold in as your orgasm hit, your hand still shakily rubbing over his cock.

The grip he had on your hip loosened as you slowed down, your moans turning to soft whimpers as you started to relax against him.

“That was so hot,” he said against your lips, as your breathing started to slow.

“Now, I need to make you cum,” you said softly, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock out.

He let out a low moan once you started stroking, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip.

“Try to be quiet, baby,” you teased, “You want me to suck it?”

“I need to be inside you,” he said, “I want to feel your pussy.”

“Okay, let me grab a condom,” you said, untangling your legs from his before you rolled over to reach into your nightstand.

“I still think it’s funny that you don’t hide them under your bed anymore,” he said, chuckling as you reached into the almost empty box.

“What’s the point? My mom knows I’m not a virgin now,” you shrugged, as you felt him move closer to you, his hand pulling you towards him so your back was against his chest again.

“I can’t believe she thought you were just so innocent,” he said, as his lips went to your neck again, his hand running under the big t-shirt you were wearing. He squeezed your breast, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.

“I am innocent,” you said, your words making him squeeze you harder.

“You’re far from innocent…especially when you’re in bed with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, playing dumb as you moved so your ass was firmly pressed against his cock.

“Keep that shit up and you won’t be able to be quiet,” he playfully warned, as he started to suck on your neck.

You moaned at the feeling as his hand moved to your hips, hooking your panties under his thumb as you adjusted to make it easier for him to slide them down. You passed him the condom, your anticipation building as you heard him open it. He rolled it on and grabbed your leg, spreading them open so it’d be easier for him to slide inside of you.

“Don’t be loud,” he reminded you, as he started to push inside you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling him stretch your walls.

“Shh, you can take it.”

Once Ethan was all the way in, he stilled to give you time to adjust, but that wasn’t what you wanted. You started to move your hips, giving your pussy the friction it was craving. He groaned at your actions as his hand started to roam under your shirt again.

“You gonna help me out or not?” you asked, once you’d been moving for a little bit and he wasn’t.

“I want you to beg me for it,” he said, as you kept moving.

“Please?” you asked, as he chuckled.

“Not good enough,” he teased, “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So fucking bad,” you said, as his hand moved to your hip. “I need you to fuck me, please baby.”

He started to move, but it was so slow. He was helping you meet his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot every single time, but you needed so much more.

“Ethan,” you whined, as he shushed you. “Please.”

He didn’t know how quiet you were going to be, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He started giving you hard, deep thrusts, as your hand slapped over your mouth. The grip he had on your hip was getting tighter, as your free hand started to grip at the sheets. He placed kisses along your neck as he started to whisper in your ear.

“You take my cock so well.”

“Your pussy is perfect.”

“I’ve got you.”

He knew you were getting close, the sounds muffled by your hand just getting louder as he started to go faster.

“Keep moving your hips, baby.”

You did as he said, his hand leaving your hip to rub fast circles against your clit. You were whimpering as your toes started to curl, your entire body getting hot as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

He let out a low groan when your pussy started to clench him, his fingers pressing even harder as he rubbed your clit. Your body started to arch against him as you cried out against your palm, your eyes rolling back as the intense euphoric feeling washed over you.

“Gonna cum,” he panted, as his hand went back to your hip, his cock giving you a few more hard thrusts before his grip on you got shaky. “Fuuuck.”

You both laid there, the only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing coming from the two of you until it started to return to normal. He slid out of you and crawled off the bed to navigate around the darkness of your room to the trash can to dispose of the condom before he laid back down and wrapped his arms around you. You soon dozed off with Ethan’s head nuzzled against your neck.

The next morning, you woke up with Ethan’s arms still wrapped around you. You reached over to your nightstand to check your phone, your eyes growing wide once you noticed that Ethan didn’t set his alarm.

“Babe, wake up,” you said, your hand shaking his arm as he sleepily mumbled. “Ethan, it’s almost eight.”

“Fuck,” he whispered as he sat up and jumped out of bed. “Where’s my sweatpants?”

He walked over to your curtains to let a little light in so he could see, his heart pounding in his chest one he noticed your mom working in the flower bed right outside of your window. The moving curtains caught her attention, and when she glanced up, she saw Ethan quickly trying to close them.

“Your mom’s out there,” he whisper-yelled, feeling around on your floor until he finally found his sweatpants.

“Did she see you?” you questioned, jumping off the bed to put your pajama bottoms on.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” he said, “I’m so stupid.”

You tried to think of a plan, but once you heard the front door open, you walked over to your bedroom door and eased it open to see your mom walk in.

“Out the window, now,” you said, rushing him as he did what you said.

Once he was out of your room and you closed the window behind him, you turned around to walk back to the door to see your mom standing there.

“Maybe we do need to look into you going to your dads.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #smut

[14buddy22]

“Ours” by Taylor?? Reader is in a relationship with Aaron despite others saying it wouldn’t be a good idea since he isn’t there all the time and has an unreliable schedule. Maybe even Aaron doubts the relationship working since Haley didn’t understand it sometimes either but reader pushes for the relationship to work and continues to love even others don’t believe it’ll last :,)

Ours

Meeting the love of your life at a bar wasn't what you thought was going to happen to you. You always figured you'd meet your dream husband at the book store or a local coffee shop, not a bar.

It's not that you despised bars, you actually like dive bars. But you never thought you'd meet the love of your life here. Love works in mysterious ways.

You and Aaron Hotchner had been dating for 6 months. You learned his busy schedule and you knew he was not going to be there all the time.

Canceled dinner dates, last minute texts saying your weekend plans would be canceled. Everything in between, yet you understood and were never mad.

Aaron always wondered how long it would be until you finally snapped at him for his busy schedule, but you never did.

Until you did worse than snap, you cried to him. Started having self doubt, and this is how it all went down.

You were at a bar on a Friday night with your coworkers. You all loved going out after the work week. Sometimes everyone invited their spouses, some nights they didn't, it all just depended.

Tonight was a night that no spouses came, which was a little upsetting because Aaron actually was in town this weekend. Which you know you should be spending with him, and a part of you felt a little guilty for it. But he told you that this was your guys' thing and that it's okay to go out with your friends, he'd be waiting for you to text him when you got home so he could call and say goodnight to you.

The minute the conversation at the table started going, you knew where it was leading too.

"My husband's schedule is opposite of me, which is perfect so we never need a sitter."

Everyone was talking about their significant others' schedules and you were just sat there.

"How long are you going to stay with Aaron? You can't put up with his schedule for the next 20 something years. The late nights, the missed dates, long weeks without seeing him. You should dump him now, or soon it'll be your 1 year anniversary and you'll feel stuck with him."

You never felt stuck with him. He told you about his ghosts of the past. He told you about Haley and why Haley left. You wouldn't have been with him if you weren't prepared to commit for the long run.

"I love Aaron. And this won't be his schedule for the next 20 years. Maybe the next 10. He'll be able to be section chief if he wants it or he'll put in for early retirement. The offer still stands ever since his ex-wife passed away."

"Don't you want someone there for you all the time? How can a relationship be built when he's never with you?"

Aaron tries. He really does. You were so happy with him. Weren't you? Maybe there was this lie being built. Trying to believe in something maybe you didn't.

No, no, you loved Aaron. You couldn't doubt yourself. There is nothing to doubt about. You wanted to be with Aaron forever, regardless of his busy schedule. They don't know that he sends texts to you every single day, calls you every night, sends flowers to your home once a week if he can't deliver them in person. Aaron loved you and you loved him.

"I'm very happy with Aaron and his schedule is not going to be the thing that makes me leave."

You just wanted to go home to him now, so you were paying for your tab and saying goodbye to your friends shortly after the conversation.

When you called Aaron, asking to come to his apartment, he told you yes, saying he would love it if you spent the weekend with him since Jack was at Jessica's.

When you walked into his apartment, he was greeting you with a kiss, hug, and flowers.

You loved this man, a schedule would never change that.

"You never call it early with your coworkers, what happened honey?"

You explained everything to Aaron. He listened intently. You saw the fear sitting behind his brown eyes. He didn't want you to break up with him. He was in love with you and he knew that you were the girl that he'd been waiting for. You were perfect.

When you wiped your tear after saying they wanted you two to break up, he hugged you. When he pulled away, he said, "No matter what decision you make, someone will always disapprove. It's true when people say you can't make everyone happy. Someone will always want to go against what the decision was."

You kissed him and said, "I will never leave you because of your schedule, it's going to take a lot more to get rid of me Hotchner."

You both chuckled and he pulled you into his arms.

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine. Life, well that makes love look hard. This love is ours. No one can take that from us, sweetheart."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x female reader

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Here, have this

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"God, you're so annoying, y/n! You don't have any idea what you're fucking talking about!" Schlatt yelled, walking away from you and into the kitchen.

"Excuse me, Mr. I'm-too-busy-to-spend-even-a-second-with-my-girlfriend! It's not my fault you've taken on so much and stretched yourself so thin! You did this to yourself!"

It was the 5th night in a row where Schlatt had to call and tell you he 'had to work late' and 'sorry hon, rain check for dinner tonight'.

"Jesus Christ I am so tired of you nagging me all the time! You're always around, just leave me the fuck alone for once!"

"If that's how you feel then maybe we shouldn't even be together!"

"There's a bright idea. Nice to know you can have those every once in a while."

"Fuck you, Schlatt! We're done." You yelled, before grabbing your purse and walking out of his house.

Walking into your apartment, you let your purse drop to the floor and flopped onto your couch, leaning your head back, and letting out a loud sigh, releasing all the pent up anger you'd harbored on your angry drive home.

It unfortunately wasn't uncommon for you and Schlatt to get into arguments. They'd usually result in one of you storming out of the house, and either returning later that night to exchange apologies and end with rough, angy make up sex or returning the next day and deciding it'd be best for both of you if you took a break for a while.

This was the fourth time it'd happened, and you were tired of it. You loved Schlatt, you really did. But God was it exhausting to break up and get back together all the time. You knew that this wasn't what it was supposed to be like.

Deciding to call Schlatt in the morning you turned on your TV for the sole purpose of serving as background noise for you to numbly fall asleep to, preparing yourself for what would come in the morning.

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When you woke up, you briefly looked around your apartment before remembering the previous night's fight. You'd grown used to waking up in Schlatt's warm arms, his face buried in your neck from behind, so it was almost a strange feeling to be cold and alone.

Looking at the clock it read 10:30. Schlatt would probably be awake, most likely editing again. You pressed the call button on his contact half expecting him not to answer.

"Hey."

"I think we need to talk."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. I can be there in 20."

"See you then."

You left only a few minutes later after running your fingers through your hair and brushing your teeth, making yourself look somewhat presentable, and almost subconsciously walked to the coffee shop down the street, a place that had quickly become of favorite of yours and Schlatt's.

Looking around and not seeing him yet you at a table by the door, watching it and gently scratching your arms as a distraction from the way you were feeling.

Schlatt walked in and after briefly meeting your eyes sat silently across from you. It was obvious how little either of you wanted to be there right now, and it looked like neither of you wanted to speak first.

"Schlatt, we can't keep doing this."

Taking a deep breath, Schlatt muttered a defeated "I know."

"I think we need to break up. For good this time."

He sat silent for a long pause, staring at the fingers he was tapping on table.

"Whatever." he finally said, quickly standing up and leaving the coffee shop without another word or glance your way.

You sat for a bit, letting what had happened sink in. That was it. Wiping away the trapped tears that were making your eyes burn and throat hurt you left as well, walking the opposite way that Schlatt had, to your apartment, heartbroken and alone.

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It'd been a week. There were no texts, no calls, nothing exchanged between either of you. Schlatt hadn't posted anything, which surprised you. He had been trying to be more consistent with it. You posted a memory on Instagram and he wasn't among the notifications of likes like he normally would be.

This was foreign. You and Schlatt had started as friends before you'd gotten together the first time. You'd never gone longer than a couple days without any sort of contact, and that was only because he'd had to go back home and had forgotten his phone charger.

Your kitchen counters were littered with pizza boxes, food wrappers, bottles, you hadn't been bothered to cook anything or clean anything up. You could stand for a shower, shown evident by the greasy knot on top of your head and the thin layer of grime that had settled on your skin. Snotty and tear soaked tissues blanketed your living room floor. You were sinking and there was no one that could pull you up.

"I'm so pathetic" you whispered to yourself, looking at your smelly clothes and dirty surroundings. "I can't just sit here anymore." you resolved, standing up before moving to the bathroom to shower and start putting your life back in order.

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A few hours later you were tying the last garbage bag, your apartment, and you, looking leagues better than they had earlier..

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from cleaning. You hadn't ordered anything and your neighbors weren't usually the kind to stop by for anything.

Opening the door you were surprised by what you saw.

"Schlatt?"

There he stood, nearly filling your door frame with his large frame. He was unshaven, and his outfit looked about how yours had this morning, wrinkly and disheveled. But what surprised you was that he was crying. In all the time you'd known him, as a friend or a boyfriend, you'd never seen Schlatt cry.

But here he was, on your door step, big brown eyes watery with unshed tears, his nose running and red.

"Y/n" he choked out, voice rough from a combination of unuse and sobs.

Before you could say or do anything, Schlatt reached out and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

"I'm so so sorry for how I was treating you recently. You were right, I'd been spending too much time away from you. But I'm gonna get better." He blubbered.

"Schlatt--" you started, before he cut you off.

"I am. I'm going to be so much better for you. I know I don't deserve you, Y/n, I know you deserve someone who's so much better than me, but I'm gonna be better for you. I love you so much, angel. I know, we've had our issues, and i've said things in the past, but none of it is true. You're it. You're it for me. I need you in my life, Y/n. This last week has been hell without you. God I can't even begin to explain how I felt in the coffee shop when you said we were done for good. My whole world came tumbling down. It hurt so, so much. And I know it hurt you too and i'm sorry that I pushed you to do that. Please, give me one more chance. Please."

He looked into your eyes after that speech, trying to find your response before you said it.

Letting out a small sigh you pulled him down into another hug, clearing your throat from the new wash of tears that came over you.

"I love you, Schlatt."

You could feel Schlatt let out a breath you knew he'd been holding before he held you even tighter than before, if it was possible.

"I love you. So much."

#schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader

[gojocumdumpster]

Spending the day with them Ohma,raian,agito, kaolan

(Not ohma for the people who didn’t know) ⬇️

Spending the day with Ohma would be like:

Well, at first at first you thought he wasn’t going to spend time with you since he always busy training that’s until you heard. “Get up and put some clothes on”

He ends up taking you to an all you can eat buffet the whole table was full of plates I wonder why. You were still on your 1st plate while he was on his 100 3rd plate.

That’s until he went to the dessert bar and saw the ice cream machine. It was about 9inches long and was leaning to the side. (woah pause😭)

Atleast 20 people stared at you guys mostly ohma like y’all haven’t ate in years.

After that he takes you to his personal gym and you guys work out together.

He studies you a lot when you’re not looking but as soon as you look at him he continues with what he was doing.

He’ll even let you sit on his back while he does push-ups.

You guys left and went home to take a shower Ohma wanted to take a shower with you horny ass

he scrubs your back helps you wash your hair and in return you do the same with him

probably got soap in your eye cause of him

You guys putting on matching Pjs and watch Netflix and sleep….

Raian

Bakugo 2.0 however you spell his name

Spend the day with Raian would be like:

You literally had to beg him to stop training and spend the day with you selfish ass he had a attitude about it but gave in cause he loves you. I think..

He wanted to ask if you wanted to workout with him but he could tell what the answer was gonna be no just by the deadly side eye you gave him 👀

He ends up taking you to a park you guys rode those boats you have to peddle he said “leave it to me”.

Next thing you know you almost got whiplashed from how fast we was peddling

On the trail walk/ride he kept complaining about the bugs

He was at least 2 miles ahead of you trying to run from the mosquitoes

He kept scaring children with that gremlin face

At the end you guys went home showered and he was knocked out.

Agito hot dilf

Spending the day with Agito would be like:

Now this giant teddy bear may look like he acts like Raian but he’s really not well not with his s/o

You guys end up going to the movies together to watch a horror film

He wore decent clothing and you guys headed out you guys went to watch The new Scream movie which you’re scared of. No worries the dilf is here!

You guys got your drinks and popcorn and went to find your seat it was a tight squeeze for Agito cause he’s to thick.

Thank god y’all sat up high cause he would’ve blocked a lot of people. Last time there someone had a problem and I'm sure the Scream movie came to life..

He didn’t think to much of the movie as he thought of it as a joke.

He had a straight face the whole time and was side eyeing you like “What the hell are you doing”

You griped on his biceps as jumpscares were coming.

He was ready to go the moment he saw someone’s popcorn flying. It took so much for him to not grab you and leave.

You asked him if the movie was good and he was looking at you like:

You guys went home showered and cuddled.

Kaolan

Spending the day with Kaolan would be like:

He’s probably the best out them maybe

He texted you ahead of time to get ready

Kaolan🫶🏾: Hey honey, get ready at 7:30pm I want to take you somewhere.

Y/n: Okay!!!!

You were done and ready and looked fabulous he had just texted you that he was outside.

You speed walked out the door and saw a Limo with him holding the door. I wish that was me😤

He took you to a fancy restaurant 5 stars he wanted to take your here because it served some of his home country food.

You guys walked in and you expected to be out there but he has made reservations for a private dinner.

You guys already ordered food and it had just came out after a few minutes. He ordered his favorite meal and you ordered Pad Thai noodles. The bill was at least $432

You guys enjoy your night out and head home to bathe each other and watch TV shows…

#kengan ashura headcanons #masterlist #kengan omega #kengan ashura x reader #ohma tokita #kure raian #kanoh agito #kaolan wongsawat

[delulu-with-wandanat]

International Affair (Pt.4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader

Warnings 18+: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34), NFSW content, Mommy kink.

Summary: After their little "barista lesson", they both agreed to have an affair. There were some rules and it's fairly straightforward. However, Y/n is having difficulty on following their agreement.

Ever since that day Y/n had been spending more and more time at the Maximoff household, behind the reason of "side hustles". The neighbors don't seem to be suspicious, they knew Wanda's husband was rarely home so she probably needed the extra help. And Y/n would constantly offer his services around the neighborhood.

It was the perfect cover.

They've established a few rules of course, such as; Their relationship is strictly casual, no PDA (for obvious reasons), and if one of them started to develop feelings for the other, the affair will stop immediately. I'm sure you see where this is headed. At first Y/n thought it was going to be a breeze, as they've had been in a few casual relationships before. Even if they did develop feelings it was just merely a small crush, something you'd forget in less than a few weeks.

But for some reason, he found himself more and more drawn to Wanda Maximoff. They couldn't pinpoint on how or why, all they knew was that they're fucked.

Perhaps maybe it was because of her gorgeous green eyes? Her beautiful looks? Maybe simply because of her flirty personality?

Or maybe it’s because of the way Wanda treats him. Despite their relationship being casual, Wanda is an absolutely wonderful woman. Perhaps it was the natural mother instinct in her. She would cook them dinner, compliment them for all the good work they did, hell sometimes even bringing them lunch secretly at the cafe.

Sometimes Y/n wonders, if perhaps, maybe, even just a tiny bit, Wanda feels the same way.

This morning the sun creeps in through the blinds, Y/n was slowly waking up. He had stayed over after last night's session. The blissful sound from Wanda's throat still fresh in their mind, they had to quickly shook it off before they started getting ideas. Next to them lies a beautiful woman, still sleeping peacefully. Y/n smiled at the sight. Wanda looked so beautiful, absolutely etheral. He made a move to get out the bed, careful not to wake her up. She stirred slightly, but thankfully her eyes were still closed. Y/n carefully made their way down to the kitchen.

The boys was having another sleepover, so naturally Wanda invited Y/n over. Normally he would leave the same night, but last night was just... well no need for explanation.

After a few minutes, Wanda finally woke up. Her hand tried to search for her companion but ultimately found an empty space on the other side of the bed. She felt a slight disappointment, she sighed and propped herself up. The sun washing over her naked body making her look like an absolute goddess. The bedroom door opened and she was slightly startled, she quickly cover her upper body but smiled in relief to find out it was just Y/n.

Who's holding... a tray of breakfast?

He beamed at her, "Good morning sleeping beauty!"

"Good morning to you, handsome. What's that?"

"Care for some breakfast in bed?" They said while rising up the tray a little bit. 'They're so adorable' Wanda thought.

"Oh darling, how sweet of you. I wouldn't say no to that." She patted the empty space beside her, the movement caused the blanket covering her chest to fall. Y/n averted their gaze, Wanda laugh in amusement.

"Oh- sorry."

"What you don't like them? You didn't seem to have any problem last night." She teased.

They approached the empty side of the bed and lay the tray down gently beside Wanda. He carefully joined her, still trying not to look... somewhere in particular.

"Oh come on, love. You can have a look." Her voice raspy in the morning, she leaned a little closer to grab some bacon off the plate. She took a bite, there was a faint smirk while she does so.

"You're enjoying this way too much." They said with a rather timid smile.

"I do. But I enjoyed last night the most." Images from the night before came flooding back to him, seems like Wanda noticed how red he got as she laughs. They looked down, and unconsciously their eyes shifted where it shouldn't. They prayed Wanda hadn't notice, but her little hum says otherwise. "Eyes up here, pretty boy."

When he raised his line of sight, the two locked eyes. Wanda had a mischievous glint in her eyes, but Y/n was too caught up in the way the sun light up those green orbs.

Holy shit I'm in love.

"I could get lost in your eyes." They blurted out.

Wanda rolled her eyes playfully and chuckles, "Wow, very original Y/n."

"Yet it's true."

"Thank you dear, and thank you for the breakfast in bed. My husband never does this. It feels very nice." Right, she's married. It was times like these where Y/n had forgotten the nature of their relationship.

"Well... I think he should do this more often"

"That I agree with you." She sighed, grabbing some more breakfast with her fork. "All he cares about is his stupid job, barely has anytime for his own family."

"Sorry if I'm over stepping, but why are you with him if he's so neglectful?" They carefully asked.

Wanda thought for a second, "Because part of me still loves him, I still remember the days when we were young and madly in love with each other." She smiled at the memories. Y/n felt a pang of jealousy. "I guess I'm still holding on hope that he would be the same as he used too."

Y/n listened intently, as much as this was somewhat hurting him. They wanted to be a friend to Wanda.

"But it seems like he's not changing anytime soon, despite me having the conversation with him so many times before. So I'm fulfilling my needs elsewhere." She explained, accompanied with a flirty wink as she took another bite of her breakfast.

They understand, her love for her husband was still there. This made him feel rather disappointed and upset when it really shouldn't have, their relationship was nothing but sex. Y/n tried to mask his sadness and thankfully Wanda hadn't noticed. "I'll gladly provide your needs, Wanda."

"Oh you have darling, and you have exceeded my expectations." She noticed they haven't took a single bite of breakfast. "Are you not going to eat?"

"I thought It would be rude of me to grab some for my own without asking for your permission." They scratch the back of their neck while smiling sheepishly.

"Don't be silly, Y/n." Wanda grabbed some of the scrambled eggs and fed him some, "Eat."

They obliged and took a bite, giving her a thankful nod. Christ their mommy issues is acting up again. "Thank you." Wanda insisted on feeding him some more, but he declined. Other wise they'll start acting up.

"I better get going, my shift starts in less than 2 hours." Y/n made a move to stand up but Wanda halted their movement.

"You should at least eat some more, Y/n."

"I'll be fine, Wanda. I'll just eat during my lunch break. I have to get back and take a shower as well."

"You can just use my bathroom dear."

"Really it's fine-"

She groans, god this boy really is stubborn. In truth she had other plans in mind. "How about I provide you a different kind of breakfast?"

"Oh please you don't have to cook I-" Stubborn and dense apparently, Wanda thought.

She pulled him closer and whispers seductively in their ear, "It doesn't require any cooking, sweetheart." Fuck.

"Wanda..."

She hushed him with a kiss, "Do mommy a favor, will you?" Wanda slowly pulled them back to sit on the bed, their back resting against the headboard. She maneuvered herself to sit on their lap. With the blanket being forgotten, her nude body was on full display. Even though they've seen her naked many times before, it never fails to leave them speechless.

"Last night was... somethings else." Her hands started exploring their chest, roaming up and down. She leaned down to capture their lips in a sensual kiss. It was slow and so full of lust, Y/n's hand reached up to squeeze Wanda's thigh making her gasp. The kiss gets heated as her tongue requested for entrance to which Y/n grants without hesitation.

Their tongues clashing with one another and Y/n manages to gain dominance, Wanda moaned in delight. His hand cupper her breast and started playing with her sensitive buds. Her breath became rigid, her hand trailed up to grab a handful of their short hair and gave it a light tug, breaking their kiss.

The two locked eyes once more, "You're absolutely breathtaking..."

Wanda blushed slightly at the compliment. They really do fill the care, love and lust that she seek from her husband. "Such a sweetheart, aren't you?" Her other hand cupped their face and lets her thumb drags down their lips. "You say this to every women you slept with?" Her tone was playful.

"No." There was sincerity in his eyes, he leaned up to trail soft kisses on her jaw. “Only you, Wanda.” Continuing down to her neck and the swell of her breast.

“Flattery wont get you anywhere-“ Wanda inhaled sharply when she felt warm mouth encircling her sensitive nipple. Their tongue moves expertly, switching between sucking softly and trailing their tongue around it. The action erupted a loud moan from her throat, fuck she sounds absolutely delightful.

Wearing no undergarments, her arousal leaks onto her inner thighs. Wanda arched her back even further into his mouth when she felt his other hand started playing with her left breast. She can’t take it anymore. “Fuck Y/n-”

“Yes?” They stopped their movement and looked up to her.

“Take off your shirt and lay down." She demanded while tugging the shirt covering his chest, the younger one obliged. The two shifted their position with Y/n now laying on their back with a pillow supporting their head, and Wanda sitting comfortably on their stomach. His mind was clouded when he felt her wetness coating his skin. They let out a shaky breath, Wanda noticed and moved her hips slowly while smirking down at them. "You feel that baby?"

He nodded, hands gripping her thighs to guide her movement. She moaned at the action, her hand trailed up to her breast and she starts to play with herself, giving them a show.

"Wanda..." His eyes drops slightly, feeling hazy at the way she was able to grind smoothly against his stomach.

"Enjoy the show while it last, darling."

Looks like Y/n will have to call in late to work.

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For the next few days, Y/n had been contemplating on whether or not they should confess their love for Wanda. The feeling he had for her only grew stronger each day, they couldn't keep it to themselves anymore. So this afternoon, when he was 'hired' for another side hustle with Wanda, he decided to just rip the band-aid open.

They might've, jusstt a little bit, had shared some information to their co-worker, Kate, at the Cafe whom he had now become friends with. She was the one who encouraged him to take the leap. She said, “I mean, if it’s so casual she wouldn’t be this nice right?!” It could be that his friend is equally as delusional as he is, but hey one can dream right? At the very least if she doesn't feel the same, he can't say he didn't try.

He stood on her doorstep with her favorite dessert, one that she had always ordered from the Cafe. They let out a deep breath before knocking. Wanda opened the door enthusiastically, "I was wondering when you'd show. Come on in, Y/n." He stepped into the house he had grown accustomed too.

Wanda led him into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Before she could speak, the package in his hand caught her eyes. "What's that?" She asked.

"Oh I uh... I brought you your favorite dessert from the Cafe." They said with a sheepish smile.

"Agatha's infamous Creme Brûlée?" She took the package from him, "Y/n you didn't have too." She smiled sweetly at him.

"I wanted too." He returned her smile. Wanda went to grab a small spoon.

"Well then, we must share. Sit with me, dear." They both sat on the stool, Wanda took a spoonful of the dessert and hover it in front of his face. "Have the first bite." She said with her sweet smile, fuck how could her not fall in love with that.

He took a bite and hummed, "Oh now I see why you like it so much." Wanda took a spoonful for her own and closed her eyes in delight when she ate the dessert.

"I have great taste." She said cheekily. They both stayed silent for a few moments with Wanda occasionally feeding him desserts. Y/n decided it was time.

"Wanda, can I talk to you about something?" They asked.

"Mmm, before you get to that, I want to talk about why I called you in today." Y/n nodded and let her continue. "I need you to help me cook for my husband." Ah fuck, they felt a pang in their heart again. "Vision is coming home this evening and I want to surprise him with my infamous paprikash." She said with a lot of excitement.

Wanda moved around the kitchen island to prepare dinner. "That's wonderful news!" Y/n said with faux enthusiasm.

"It certainly is, love! Now, shall we get started?" She said looking back at the young man. Y/n stood up and started preparing dinner with her.

The whole process of making paprikash was rather... chaotic you could say? The two couldn't help but to joke around while they cook, music was playing in the background, and as much as Y/n is talented in pretty much everything, cooking was probably their greatest weakness.

Wanda laughs as she saw how much Y/n was struggling to cut the onions. "Here let me guide you, dear." She moved to stand behind him and guided his hand to chop in properly. "Honestly at this point I think you're faking being a terrible chef."

Y/n chuckles at that. "And what if I am? I don't see you complaining."

Wanda hummed in agreement, the two continued to cook. It didn't take long, all they had to do now was wait for the chicken and the sauce to simmer. Y/n was leaning against the counter on their back, observing her. She looked absolutely beautiful. Wanda grab a wooden spoon to taste the sauce, "Mmmm, that's perfect."

"It smells delicious, Wanda." He complimented with a soft smile, Wanda returned it.

"Here, have a taste." When he was about to take a sip of the sauce, some of it spilled onto his shirt. "Shit-"

Wanda laughs and put the wooden spoon back into the pot whilst turning off the stove, she picked up a napkin and got into their personal space. "I got it, my love."

With their close proximity, Y/n was able to study her face further. Even though they had been doing so for a while, they couldn't help but to take in every detail they could each time. She had her eyes focused on his chest, cleaning up the mess she made. Her brows furrowed slightly, as she tried to get the stains as best as she could. They didn't know how much time had passed by, eventually Wanda's eyes locked with his.

There is tension between them, but it was somewhat different. It didn't feel sexual, was it... romance? Y/n was looking at her with such intense eyes, Wanda couldn't help the rapid beating in her chest. Why was that? He was nothing but a plaything to her was he??

Because of their height, they towered over her slightly. Subconsciously, Wanda leaned her body against theirs a little. Slowly Y/n leaned in closer, Wanda's breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered close, she waited for his lips to crash with hers.

She waited, but instead she was greeted by a soft kiss on her forehead. Something they did, that Wanda adores. As much as she was seeking fun and pleasure, if she was being honest, she craved this love and attention she lacked from her husband as well. Perhaps even more so than sex.

He pulled back, when she opened her eyes she saw him looking at her with a soft smile. There was a look in their eyes that she couldn't quite pin. Affection, love? Y/n might be able to hide their feelings, but the eyes never lie. And for a second, Wanda got caught up in the moment. She forgot who she was initially married too, whom she was "in love with".

Wanda's hand slowly creeped up slowly from his chest, napkin forgotten on the counter behind him. Her hand found itself cupping their face softly, Y/n's hand naturally rest on her waist. Both of their heart stammering in their chest. Wanda pulled him down slowly, nose brushing, but neither had made the move to sealed their lips together. Both waiting the others to make the move.

So instead, Y/n took the initiative and gave her a soft kiss. This kiss was different from their previous ones, it was slow and sweet, not rough and lustful. Wanda had never felt so loved than in this moment.

Wanda's hand moved to wrap around his shoulder, Y/n pulled her closer by the waist. Perhaps she craved this more than she thought, she almost cried at the feeling of love and affection she hasn't felt in a long time. They both pulled back, breathless. Y/n stared deeply into her eyes with their soft smile. They remained close in each others warmth, resting their foreheads against one another.

"I love you."

Wanda smiled- wait what did he said?

That sentence snapped her back to reality. She pulled back hastily, and Y/n's face fell immediately.

"What did you say?"

Well, no going back now. "I said I love you, Wanda." They repeated, hoping that after moment they had, meant she felt the same.

Wanda stood still for a moment, her mind running like crazy. This can't be happening. "I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it." He pleaded.

She shook her head vigorously, "Y/n, we had an agreement."

"I- I know, I'm aware of that-"

"And I told you many times, I'm married. I'm only interested in sex." But was she?

His heart shattered at her reminder, "Yes, I know. I just- I can't help it, Wanda. I'm sorry." Wanda started pacing around the room, while Y/n stood in place. "Wanda, please..."

"What?!" She said in a frustrated tone. That was the first time she ever raised her voice at him, he was taken aback. "We had an agreement, Y/n. I thought you were more mature than that."

"I- I can't help my own feelings, I'm sorry." Wanda then leaned against the kitchen island in front of him with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face. "I just thought that maybe, you felt the same way."

Wanda scoffed, "Felt the same way?? Y/n I told you many times, I'm not interested in anything more than sex. I'm married with 2 kids, I just want to have a little summer fun. You're nothing but a plaything."

Their heart shattered at her words, he understood he broke their agreement. But he didn’t understand why she had to be so... hurtful with her words. He tried to hold back the tears that was threatening to cover his eyes, he look down at his feet. "You're more to me than that."

"Well... to me you're not."

With every sentence she let out, his heart shattered into a million pieces more.

"I may have needs to be met, but my heart belongs to him."

They closed their eyes and took a deep breath, he opened it and looked up at Wanda with teary eyes. This time the sight almost broke Wanda. She was angry at herself him, but she felt guilty for having to break the younger ones heart.

"Is that the truth?" He asked trough his tears.

No "Yes." She said coldly.

"Am I really nothing but a plaything to you?"

You are so much more than that "Yes, you are. If I wanted to, I could just find another hotshot around town. Someone more mature and who can actually keep their feelings to themselves."

Y/n nodded, they couldn't speak anything anymore. The searing ache in their chest was too much. He felt like if Wanda speak more, his heart would just continue to shatter.

"It's best if we end this and not see each other again." They clenched their jaw, he couldn't hold back the tears that spilled out of his eyes. Wanda had to hold herself from brushing away those tears.

"Yeah... Perhaps that's best." He said with a forced smile. "I hope... I hope you have a nice dinner with him."

She was then reminded of her plan this evening, she took out her phone and noticed a text from Vision. The man she 'loves' was apparently not able to come home today, again. She sighed in frustration. Was this really the man she wanted for the rest of her life?

Y/n noticed her frustration, as it was something she would do whenever Vision canceled his plan to come back home. "Is he not coming today?"

"That's none of your concern." She spat.

Y/n swallowed the slump in their throat. "I should take my leave."

Please stay "That would be best, yes."

He nodded and grab his jacket that was sitting on the kitchen island.

"We should not see each other again, you broke our agreement." Please, don’t leave. I want you in my life.

"I know..." He turned to face Wanda, and mustered up a soft smile. She was everything to him. If he had been the lucky man, they would've dropped everything just to spend time with her.

But instead of a smile, he was greeted with a look of disdain from her.

"I think... I think instead of waiting for a time, he should've make the time for you and your family."

Wanda stayed silent at that.

"I- I truly do, love you, Wanda. I would not hesitate to move heaven and earth for you if you asked. I just hope he does the same."

Wanda took a sharp breath at that sentence. I know you would, and I'll do the same "You're overstaying your welcome."

He nodded with a sad smile. Her heart belonged to another, and they had to respect that. "Have a nice dinner, Wanda. I'll see myself out."

Y/n moved out of her kitchen to the front door, they opened the door as Wanda merely watched from afar. She wanted to run and told them to stay, have dinner with her instead, fill the hole that Vision left.

And just liked that, Y/n is out of her life. She knows she shouldn't feel sad at all. After all, she was the one who told him he was nothing to her.

But at this moment, instead of a hole, her heart felt empty.

Damn i wrote this all the way back a month ago. Anyway it was kinda rushed, but i hope you guys liked it!

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[hannah-banana-lou]

Come back to me

Husband william afton x Wife female reader AU

it's here!! sorry for the delay. i have been super busy!!

(Pt.2)

i'm not the best at writing smut but i'm trying! i promise!!

Content warning: Marriage issues, verbal abuse, smut!!! (lots of it in this chapter!!!), age gap couple - William (early 50’s) Reader (mid/late 20’s)

UNDER 18’S DNI!!!

Come Back To Me (Pt.2)

You’re home. He kissed you for the first time in months, less than 40 minutes ago. It’s sparked hope within you. Maybe that tiny bit of affection means that he will change? Go back to normal?

Think again.

He is back to his cold, distanced, usual self. You find yourself in the kitchen. Making a late lunch for your twins. He is standing next to you. You finish what you’re doing and smile over at him, placing your hand on his. He immediately recoils. Your eyes widen, confused. Before you can question it he storms off upstairs, into his home office. Slamming the door with force, which made you and your toddlers flinch.

You spend the next few hours confused. Your mind is miles away. Searching your brain for Answers. Clues. Anything.

the rest of the day goes by quickly. running errands, dropping the twins off with your mom for the weekend. you hope that the weekend alone with your husband might provide some answers. fingers crossed.

you get home. he is out. nowhere to be found. not sure where he is or when he is coming back. the clock reads 9:00pm. he should be back by now. you made dinner, hoping he would sit with you and enjoy the meal. like old times. it's now gone cold.

Sitting in the living room, the silence is uncomfortable. you've been alone in the house before but this, this just feels weird. like you're waiting for something to happen. alas, nothing does. your thoughts are consuming you. where is he? why isn't he back yet? is he okay?

as if you manifested it, your mobile rings.

Caller ID: the pizzerias landline.

you pick up the phone, answering it immediately "Hello? will?"

"Hi, i won't be back for another hour" his voice is strained, rough. almost breathless

"oh" you respond. suspicious at the sound of his voice "what are you doing at the pizzeria so late?"

"working" he responds quickly. you hear thudding in the background.

"what was that?" more like who was that? you think to yourself.

"What was what? anyways. i have to go, i'll see you in a bit" he cuts off

"love you" you respond, voice soft, deflated.

For a few seconds you hear silence on the other end. "bye" he grunts out before he hangs up.

you sigh. breaking the silence of the house as you get up off the sofa and head upstairs to what used to be yours and William's bedroom but now it's just yours.

you climb into bed, crawling under the duvet. closing your eyes, trying to sleep. ultimately failing. the bed feels so big, so lonely.

After what feels like hours, you start drifting off to sleep before you hear the front door open and slam closed. keys jingling as they're inserted into the lock.

Heavy footsteps ascending the stairs.

The bedroom door creaks open. the landing light flooding the darkness of the bedroom.

Silence as he stands in the doorway.

Eyes directed towards your, assumed, sleeping figure. you hear him walk closer. the bed dipping as he sits on the side that was once allocated to him.

Silence again.

Staring at your back. he takes his boots off and gets under the covers, letting out a tired groan. you stay silent, waiting for his next move. why was he in bed with you?

he rolls over to you, wrapping his arm around you, hand resting on your hip, head rested on your shoulder as he plants kisses upon the skin.

"you awake?" he whispers into your skin

"mhm" you respond. soft. tired. a whisper.

you feel his hand gently move away the hairs adorning your neck. moving his kisses from your shoulder up to your neck. the hand resting on your hip, gently caressing your side as he trails it up and down.

"i miss you" he whispers out, kissing and painting your neck with saliva.

you let out a soft moan at his ministrations. confused to say the least. the mixed signals messing with your mind.

he snakes his hand down your side, fingers sliding under your pajama pants. no panties. no resistance. he paws at your thighs, before dipping his finger between your soaked folds. index finger circling your sensitive nub. eliciting a moan from you.

he growls, moving his finger down and plunging it inside your tight hole. moving it at an agonizingly slow pace.

in... out.... in.... out...

he slips another digit inside. speeding up. another moan from you. you bite your lip, attempting to suppress any thing else from coming out.

he curls his fingers, rubbing deliciously against your sensitive spot. mouth open, moaning loudly. you grab his arm, unsure why. Not trying to stop him at all.

he chuckles "Look at you" he whispers, mockingly. fingers working faster inside of you. you're close. he can tell. the soaked digits abandon your dripping cunt. you let out a protesting whine.

he rolls onto his back in the middle of the bed. you sit up, looking over at him. his cock straining against his pants. "here" he snaps his fingers, pointing to the space in between his legs. you obey. crawling between his legs. moving your hands up and unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock springs free. standing to attention.

Big. thick. adorned with bulging veins. pink tip. as you remember it.

you place your hand around the shaft, leaning your head down, licking a stripe on the underside of the shaft to tip. mouth wrapping around the tip. he lets out a groan. a hiss.

your cheeks hallowing as you suck. hand stroking the base. working in unison. His fingers raking through your hair before grasping at locks. pushing you down onto his cock. taking him in your throat. causing you to gag slightly. he bites his lip, pulling you off and pushing you back down. thrusting his hips into the air with each suck.

after a while he pushes you off completely. you look up at him confused. he Shifts his body, getting onto his knees, turning you around and pushing you down into the bed. ass up in the air. he yanks your pajama pants down to your knees. moving his face down. kissing your cheeks before spreading them open. your pussy dripping. he accumulates the wetness on his fingers, sucking on them. letting out a groan at your taste. one he's missed.

silence.

you try to move your head up and look over your shoulder but he pushes your head back down into the duvet. you gasp as you feel his tongue dive into your soaked sex. tongue fucking your hole before licking stripes. sucking on your nub. obscene noises. rubbing his face into your pussy. beard scratching against your skin which only adds to your arousal. fingers back inside you, working in unison with his tongue. moans and groans from both of you. your core pulsating, grabbing the bed sheets as you're edging closer and closer to orgasm. getting desperate. grinding against his face as you feel your release closing in. before you know it you're screaming, cumming. shaking.

he plants a firm slap to your overstimulated pussy causing you to flinch and jump forward. you hear a small grunt as he grabs your waist, pulling you back to him.

"you wanted my attention, now you've got it" he growls out. grabbing his cock and aligning it to your tight entrance.

he pushes in abruptly. not even caring about if you can take it all or not. you did a while ago. in his mind, you should be able to now.

a loud whimper escapes your throat. he's quick to comfort you. shushing you.

"shh...shh i know, it's been a while bunny" he smooths his palm over your ass cheek with a modicum of affection.

"Relax bunny" he continues, slowly sawing into you. not the speed he wishes to go but your pussy is like a vice clamp right now.

a few soft and slow thrusts into you. whimpers and moans leaving your lips and he feels you relax. He takes that opportunity to stop lazily sawing into you, instead he speeds up, pounding into you at a unforgiving pace. moans, grunts and skin hitting each other, filling the silence of the room. grasping at the bedsheets as you feel yourself reaching peak again, toes curling, a loud squeak causing him to chuckle. a firm slap against your ass cheek, causing a red mark. his hands firm on your hips, pulling you back onto him with each thrust.

he's panting, in a frenzy as he feels himself get closer. before you know it he's filling you up. his seed painting your insides. pulling out. collapsing back on the bed with a thud, you follow suit. he wraps an arm around you possesively.

planting a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'm going to try and be better. for you. i promise" he mumurs between panting breaths.

you hope his promise was true. not some fake excuse to stall you on getting a divorce.

#william afton #fnaf au #husband william afton #peepaw willy #steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #steve raglan #smut

[kamaluhkhan]

i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain)

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: being an avenger doesn't leave you much time for college life (let alone a girlfriend), you and gwen stacy accidentally show up to a halloween party in a couple's costume, and shuri is determined to prove who you really belong to.

warnings: allusions to PTSD and death, mentions of alcohol and partying and smut - fingering (both shuri and reader receiving), oral (shuri receiving), thigh riding....

song inspo: "thats what i want" by lil nas x

a/n: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and im so nervous but very excited because shuri has been on my mind for the longest time. reader is an avenger in her senior year of college and best friends/roommates with peter parker. this is set before black panther: wakanda forever, and after endgame but some things are different (the blip was only a year, steve and tony both died in the final battle with thanos). anyways, please enjoy!!

before the blip, you had the whole work/life/superhero thing (mostly) down to a science. now, everyone was still processing the absolute mindfuck of half the universe being snapped away by a mad titan, only to be returned by a group of heroes one year later.

in the midst of it all, the girl you'd travelled across time and space for somehow ended up low on your priority list, but you found comfort in the fact that it was mutual. you were busy in new york, with college (senior year was kicking your ass) and avengers work (trying to keep the city safe with half the team gone and the others scattered across the universe was exhausting) and your internship at oscorp (basically unpaid labor, but you needed the credit to graduate). shuri spent most of her time catching up on what she missed, working on scientific and technological developments in wakanda whenever she wasn't travelling with her brother around the world for united nations or wakandan outreach reasons. there was only so much calling or texting that can be done before your relationship started to feel like an afterthought.

tonight was supposed to change all that.

harry osborn was throwing a 'halloween in january' party. shuri was in new york with t'challa, but she'd promise to keep this night free, and you promised the same. you were looking forward to being surrounded by a crowd of drunk 20-somethings, taking shots, dancing to music that was way too loud, feeling shuri next to you.

normally, you didn't dress up for the holiday - wearing a supersuit all the time kinda takes the novelty away from wearing a costume - but if halloween could be in january, you decided tonight would be the exception. you'd decided on a red lace bralette with a matching vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a headband with devil horns. you didn't normally show this much skin. it was supposed to be a surprise for shuri, and the hope was that the outfit would drive her crazy. you had finished decorating your face with glitter and were about to swipe on some red liquid lipstick when the text signal rang from your phone.

shuri ♡

i won't be able to come to the party tonight - brother wants me to join him at an ambassador's dinner. i'm sorry. love you.

you knew that there had been one too many times when you had done the same to her - needing to attend to your avengers duties instead of spend time together, cancelling at the last minute on plans you were both looking forward to. you would see each other next time one of you happened to be in the same place, which started to feel less and less likely. that was just the way things were. you were fine with it. totally fine.

after you send shuri a quick no worries! i understand, you finish applying your makeup, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to party even if you didn't have your girlfriend by your side.

harry osborn was shirtless, wearing only a red and gold tie, jeans, and round glasses. you were pretty sure peter choked on spit when harry walked up to you, chest sparkling with a mixture of sweat and glitter under the disco lights.

"magic harry potter, right?" you guessed, glimpsing the lazily drawn lightning bolt on his forehead.

harry grinned and did a little spin to show off his costume. "hogwarts student by day, stripper by night," he said, voice strong over the pounding music. he gestured to your outfit, eyes lingering at the top of your bralette. "you look amazing. and you...." he looked peter up and down. "damn."

peter was wearing an earlier model of his spiderman suit. you'd told him it might not be the best costume to wear when he was still very much clinging to the whole secret identity thing. he didn't particularly care, though: apparently, he overheard a certain heir to the oscorp dynasty gush about how hot spiderman must be under the suit, and how much hotter it would be to be tied up by his webs. needless to say, by the way harry looks equally entranced by peter as peter is by him, your guess is that his eavesdropping paid off.

"come on parker, let's dance." harry didn't wait for an answer, only pushed through the crowd of people. he turned around and locked eyes with peter, a flirtatious grin on his face. you spotted a bar in the corner, and bartenders dressed up as various halloween creatures who walked around with trays of bright neon shot glasses. when a skeleton offered you some, you grabbed a few before they moved on to a trio dressed up as the powerpuff girls.

"i don't have to go if -"

"go," you interrupted, handing peter one of the drinks in your hand. "one of us should get laid tonight."

even though the flashing multicolored lights made it difficult to know for sure, you guessed that peter was blushing. you clinked glasses, downed the shots. peter kissed your cheek.

"love you!" he said before disappearing into the crowd to find his wizard with shining abs.

you smiled, and made your way to the bar. next to the bar was a table of halloween themed snacks - candy, sugar cookies in the shape of ghosts, orange cupcakes and more - so you popped a few pieces of candy corn into your mouth before ordering a drink. you took another jello shot while you waited, this one sweeter than the last and neon green. looking around the room, you were impress by how decorated it was: orange string lights, pumpkins, ghosts and bats floating from the ceiling. you wouldn't have guessed that harry osborn would be into this kind of thing, assuming that he was a trust fund kid used to parties at yacht clubs, but as "monster mash" played through the speakers, you had to admit you were pleasantly surprised.

you scanned the room to see if there was anyone you recognized. you spotted a mermaid making out with a pink power ranger; a group of fairies doing body shots; someone wearing a zombie captain america costume (steve rogers version) and another in a zombie iron man suit, both of which felt more than a little insensitive. it hadn't even been a year since they were gone, and you didn't need the reminder. you glared at the zombies from across the room, and the captain america actually noticed you, offering some sort of awkward salute, like you were a war hero. somehow, that made everything worse and the room suddenly felt suffocating and you just needed some air -

that was how you found yourself on the balcony, overlooking the manhattan skyline. there were heaters outside, thank the gods, so it wasn't too cold. you could still hear the chaos of the party from behind the glass doors, but other than that you were alone - or so you thought.

"you look hot."

you turn around to see gwen stacy in all her glory, wearing an almost perfect replica of claire danes' angel costume from romeo + juliet. the two of you were co-workers more than friends, both working at oscorp along with peter and harry, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.

"and you look amazing," you complimented.

"here, you looked like you might need this." she handed you a sugar cookie decorated with orange frosting and black sprinkles, which you gratefully accepted.

you split it in half, handing one back to gwen before devouring your own. you washed it down with the neon orange drink you'd ordered earlier, before offering a sip to gwen.

"god, is that --"

"vodka and orange crush," you explained. "apparently harry osborn likes to color coordinate his parties like he does his lab notes. at least this makes sense."

gwen laughed, angelic and carefree. "you wanna go back inside? i've always wanted to dance with the devil, and i was hoping this would be my lucky night."

you'd been around long enough to know that gwen was flirting with you and even if you were totally, completely committed and in love with a certain wakandan, you were feeling a little tipsy (probably more from sugar than alcohol, it was hard to tell), and it felt nice to be complimented, to be noticed, to be touched. so, you let gwen lead you to the dance floor, your bodies close together. you let her flirt with you, and maybe flirted a bit with her back. you let people compliment your accidental couples' costume. you weren't sure how long passed, after a while you heard your name being called over the sound of "somebody's watching me" by rockwell. ironic, you knew.

instantly, you recognized the familiar accent and lilt of her voice. you turned around to see shuri, wearing a black satin suit lined with dark burgundy, the shirt underneath long gone, revealing only a black lace bra and a gold body chain and gods she looked so fucking hot right now, it felt like your entire body was on vibrate.

"shuri!" you exclaimed, voice an octave higher than usual, a little thrown off by her sudden appearance. "um, this is gwen."

"hey! it's nice to meet you. i like your vampire costume --"

"i'm not a vampire," shuri interrupted gwen before dragging you to the bar. she leaned against the counter and ordered a whiskey, draining it in one sip before practically slamming the glass back down. "what in bast's name was that?"

"we were dancing," you explained.

"it looked like the two of you were about to rip each other's clothes off," shuri snapped. "i didn't realize that was how you danced in america."

you bristled. shuri was the one who ditched you tonight, and now she was mad at you? "it's a party. we were just having fun. you're overreacting!"

"i showed up to surprise you, but maybe you'd rather go to bed with that angel over there."

"that's bullshit."

"no, what's bullshit is me walking in on my girlfriend grinding on someone else while wearing this outfit." her eyes grazed your body dangerously, and from the clench in her jaw you could tell she had to restrain herself. "so don't pretend you need me here. it seems like there are other girls you'd like to fuck instead."

shuri ordered another drink, but before it arrived, you dragged her to the nearest bathroom. one of the zombie avengers from before - iron man - was about to enter, but you beat them to it, effectively closing and locking to door behind you. you ignored the subsequent banging on the door. harry's apartment was huge; you were sure there was at least one more bathroom, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about whether that asshole got a uti or not.

while shuri remained standing, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, you leaned against the counter, watching her.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest. "you walk in here accusing me of what - wanting to cheat on you? do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"you have to admit, it couldn't have looked good from where i was standing. you grinding on some blonde girl, wearing a couple's costume. don't think i didn't notice that, too."

your cheeks felt warm, knowing that shuri might have a point. "in my defense, the costumes were a coincidence and the grinding.... maybe that was less of a coincidence," you admit. you walk over to shuri, placing your hands on her cheeks to get her to finally look you in the eye. she gently pushed you away, looking down instead, but stayed in front of you. "look, i get that it probably looked like --"

"like you wanted to have gwen's babies."

you took shuri's humor as a good sign, continuing with a soft smile on your face. "please know that i'm 110% committed to you. i would never want to do anything to make you think otherwise. but...i'm not going to apologize for dancing, and having fun, because shit's been....fuck, shuri, it's been hard."

"you don't think it's been hard for me, too?" she scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. "i was gone for an entire year, and the world just moved on, and - and maybe it doesn't need me anymore. maybe you don't -- " she let the words get caught in your throat, and she broke away from your gaze once more.

oh.

what you thought was a burst of jealousy was actually...something else.

"hey." you take her chin between your thumb and your index finger, turning her head to look at you. "hey. i don't care how many dates either of us miss, how many oceans or time zones separate us, you are my person and i'm yours, okay? i will always need you." you moved to drape your arms around her neck, and she instinctively grabbed your hips, hands dangerously close to your ass. your bare torsos touched, the cool metal of her body chain brushing against you and sending shivers throughout your body.

you could tell that her eyes were slightly glazed over, and wondered if she was about to cry. your heart ached as you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if to let her know: i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

she didn't say anything, but instead closed the gap between your lips. it was such a rush kissing her, after all this time. her lips tasted like whiskey, mixed with sugar from the candy you'd been eating. when you pulled apart you felt dizzy.

"shuri." you whimpered. she lowered her head to the side of your jaw, placing a kiss just below your ear before whispering:

"tell me what you need from me."

"so much," you answered. "i need you on top of me, under me, inside me."

shuri's lips ghosted yours, the hint of a smirk.

"come on, sithandwa," she taunted, letting her xhosa slip out. "you can do better than that. be specific."

"fuck," you groaned. you found yourself being pushed back against the counter, the marble cold against your bare skin. shuri didn't stop kissing you everywhere, her hands exploring your body. "i - i don't know. something, anything, everything. any time i try to get off i need to think of you, but it's never as good as the real thing. and now that you're here now...." your words trailed off into a sigh. right now, you couldn't make a reasonable argument, let alone a logical sentence, even if you tried. you just wanted to relish in the moment - to enjoy her.

you throw your head back when you feel her thumbs brush underneath the vinyl of your skirt, the slight pressure reminding you that she was here, with you, for you.

"fine, i'll decide," she said sternly. she gestured for you to sit on the counter, and you did just that. shuri adjusted her body between your thighs, spreading them wider. she shuddered seeing the red lace thong you wore, the lack of fabric covering you, and met your gaze once again, eyes darker than before. "you don't get to come if you don't stay quiet. so be quiet for me, yeah?"

you bit your lip and nodded. anything, everything. she smirked, pushed the fabric of your panties aside, and sunk two of her fingers into you, knowing you were ready for her. even after weeks, months, apart, shuri could always read your body, know what you needed, how you needed it. the answer was simple, really; like you said, it was always her, her, her.

she kissed you, harsh and messy, tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as her fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. shuri pulled your bottom lip with her teeth before moving to suck on your collarbone, your jaw, your neck. she bit down on your skin, right at your pulse point.

"i thought - i thought you weren't a vampire," you attempted a joke, but that was a mistake. you'd let a low groan tumble from your lips. another when she let her tongue soothe over the sting from her bite.

"i don't appreciate the attitude," shuri replied, her voice steady, but the corners of her mouth, slightly upturned, threatening to turn into a smile, gave her away. she was loving this. "and, i told you to be quiet."

she removed her fingers from your cunt and promptly shoved them past your red lips. you groaned again when she kissed you roughly, the taste of you dancing across your tongues.

"we'll try one more time to see if you can follow instructions. make me come, and maybe you can finish after."

she swapped your positions and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off along with her briefs, as you got on your knees before her.

there was a joke here about the devil worshiping an angel, but you were too focused on her. her smell, gods, her taste - it was too overwhelming, and all you wanted was more. you'd spent your whole life on your knees for shuri if you could: worshiping her body, worshiping her.

you draped one of her legs over your shoulder, giving your tongue better access. shuri tugged on your hair slightly and you moaned, sending vibrations up her body.

"bast, that's it," she groaned. you added a finger, while your tongue worked her clit. "fuck. i missed you."

you brought her to the edge, stayed with her as she came. she probably expected you to get back on your feet right away, but you stayed, adding another finger and sucking her clit. she moaned your name.

you pulled away slightly. "one more, pretty girl," you promised. "can you do that for me?" she nodded furiously, and you went back to work.

when she came once more, you kissed her ankle before releasing her leg. shuri pulled you up to your feet, sucked the taste of her off your tongue.

"i missed you, too." you pull away, breathless, heart racing. "do i get to come now?"

shuri hummed. her thumb wiped the smudged lipstick below your lip. she studied you, admired you, like you were a fucking work of art that belonged in the met, like you hadn't just fucked her through two consecutive orgasms in the bathroom at a rich kid's upper east side apartment while michael jackson's "thriller" played outside the door.

"take off your thong." you did as instructed. she pulled you towards her, and lodged a leg in between yours. your cunt brushed against the skin of her thigh, back and forth as shuri guided your hips. "i can't believe you got all dressed up like this. absolutely sinful. and these...."

her hands moved to your thighs, nails digging into the flesh and dragging across your fishnets, effectively ripping them.

"shuri!" you protested, though it sounds like a moan.

"i'll buy you more. now, are you gonna come for me?"

the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin against your heat, the smell of the two of you intertwining, it was too much. your orgasm crashed into you, and you were grateful that shuri held you through it. you kissed her once more before removing yourself from her grasp, smoothing down your skirt and looking around for your underwear.

"where are my...."

you looked over as shuri tucked your red thong into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"i'm guessing you'll buy me replacements for those, too."

she flashed you a shit eating grin before putting on her own underwear. she then pulled up her pants, not wiping your release from her thigh. the thought of her walking around, leg sticky with you, made your pussy clench.

the sound of someone banging on the door brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

"holy fuck! hurry up!" they shouted.

"given your costume, i would say that was an unholy fuck," shuri joked, adjusting your headband for you. you nudged her playfully, rolling your eyes.

"how about we stay for a few songs, steal some cupcakes and drinks, and then head back to my place for round two?" shuri nodded.

"perfect."

before you opened the door, you shot her one last devilish grin. "oh. and this time, i'm in charge."

the next morning, shuri woke up to an empty bed and the smell of burnt cinnamon.

you were sitting on the small window bench in the corner of your room, a tangle of purple yarn on your lap and crochet needle in your hand. even though there was frost on the window, you only wore a pair of boxers printed with the word 'sunday' and cartoon suns, and an empire state university sweatshirt.

"sithandwa? the bed would be warmer with you in it."

you turned to look at her, snuggled under your brightly colored duvet, eyes half open.

"this should help."

you walked over and wrapped a purple scarf around her neck, sitting cross-legged in front of her. shuri sat up, but kept the duvet wrapped around her. there was still glitter decorating your face from last night, and shuri reached out to brush some away.

"you made this for me?" you nodded.

"rhodey taught me how. said it would help with...." you trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of your insomnia. "anyways, t'challa mentioned at our last team meeting that you're going to vienna after this. we went there once to take down a hydra base and gods, it was freezing."

shuri kissed you, pulling you into her blanket cocoon so that you were inside as well, straddling her waist. you broke apart, and she put her hands under your shirt. you shuddered at the sudden contact, her skin cold. her thumbs rubbed circles under your breasts.

"it gets pretty cold in new york, too, doesn't it?"

"yeah, but i can just make another one," you explained, letting your finger trace the details of her face, her sharp jawline. shuri took your hands in hers.

"no, i mean....i can still wear the scarf you made me when i stay in new york."

you brightened like one of those cartoon suns. shuri staying in new york for more than a day, more than a night, hasn't happened in so long. you yearned to wake up next to her regularly, kiss over coffee and bagels, take the subway together, show her the tourist sights you yourself haven't been to since you were a kid - the statue of liberty, coney island, the works.

you stopped your daydreaming there, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. life is busy. plans change. people leave, for a little bit or forever. it happens.

"like for another day?" you asked, clearing your throat to subdue the excitement in your stomach.

shuri shook her head. you knew it would be too good to be true.

"like for me to move to new york. to live with you."

wait, what.

"shuri. wakanda's your home just as much as new york is mine. i know this long distance thing has been tough on us, but i would never ask you to leave your home, your family."

shuri said your name softly and gently brought her palms to your cheeks.

"you're not asking. i'm offering. the dinner i had to attend last night was to convince the UN to greenlight our wakandan outreach centre in new york," she explained. "if it goes through, my brother suggested that i be the one to lead it. on site."

"and that's what you want?"

"what i want to be wherever you are. i want to be part of your routine. i want to meet your friends, skip work and spend hours in bed together. i want to be here for you - for parties and movie nights and graduation."

at that word, you put your hand up. "i'm going to stop you right there before you send me into an existential crisis."

shuri grinned. "but yes to the rest of it?"

"yes. yes, of course." you pushed her onto the bed so that you were both lying down, facing each other, your legs tangled together. "so...when is this happening?"

"probably in a month, maybe a month and a half. there are still hands to shake, contracts to sign."

"bureaucracy," you sighed. shuri giggled, and your heart fluttered at the thought that you would get to hear that sound on a regular basis in person, not just through cellphone frequencies.

"i am, however, staying for a few more days while my brother takes care of things in vienna. so you're not getting rid of me just yet."

"now that is great news." you kissed her once, then twice.

suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

shuri readjusted your position so that the length of the duvet covered both of your bodies. "come in pete!" you said once she was done.

the door opened and peter parker's face came into view, along with a plate of those ready to bake cinnamon rolls that must have been fresh out of the oven.

"there's extra if you want," he offered.

"that'd be great, thanks." you gratefully accepted the plate, swiping some icing from the edge and licking it off your finger. "what's the special occasion?"

peter cleared his throat. "no special occasion."

you glanced the hickey on his collarbone. "oh, so harry stayed over last night and you wanted to make a good impression on him. breakfast in bed, domestic husband, sort of thing."

"that's not --"

"that's exactly it!" a voice from the kitchen interrupted.

"good morning, harry!" you replied, smiling tauntingly at peter.

"harry, i don't think we've met!" shuri added. "peter has told me so much about you...."

peter groaned and flipped you both off before shutting the door.

"thanks for the cinnamon rolls!" you shouted.

there was a pause before the door opened slightly. a curt, "you're welcome," was offered before it was closed once again.

you got up to put on a record as shuri devoured a cinnamon roll.

"you know, i'm really happy you're staying for a bit because i actually need your help with some things." you ripped off a piece covered in frosting and stuffed it in your mouth.

shuri raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to explain.

"my electric toothbrush has been weird - i can't figure out, for the life of me, what is wrong with it - and i've asked peter to fix it one too many times at this point," you continued, ticking off checkboxes in your head. "i wanted to talk to you about some potential upgrades for my suit that i would love your opinion on. oh, and i'm pretty sure i also broke my vibrator." you grinned sheepishly. "i didn't even bother to ask peter about that one because we don't need to be that close."

shuri stiffled a laugh, muffled by a mouthful of cinnamon and cream cheese frosting. she swallowed. "how do you even break a vibrator?"

"i don't know!" you exclaimed. "that's where you come in."

"baby." shuri wrapped her arms around your torso. "if i'm staying around for a while, you won't need a vibrator."

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[romanestuffsposts]

Hii!!

I have so so much homework I'm so stressed. Like I have more than 20 assignments for math and I'm crying. Could you maybe do one where the reader is so stressed and starts slipping and crying because they still have to finish the work?

Lovveeee youu

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh my sweet love i'm so sorry you're overwhelmed so early in the year. No matter the time of the year, school shouldn't be so overwhelming, it's a place where we're supposed to learn and to spend happy time with friends.

I really hope you'll find a way to studie and do your homework without stressing too much. Remember to spend time for yourself, don't focus too much on your homework, it'll just destroy you more.

If you need help to organize your work you can send me a message! i'll be really happy to help you so you don't have too much in once.

I hope you'll feel a little bit better after reading this my love.

I love you too ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : cries, little reader is overwhelmed by school, too much homework, mention of school and assignements, comfrot of daddies, cuddles, hugs, pet names, kisses, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : A long day, a heavy head from information and big assignements can only bring to one thing...

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You frustratedly groan as you let your pen falling from your hand. It's been a little bit over two hours now that you're writing and writing and writing across asignements for school and you can feel how big and completed your brain is right now.

Your Papa is in the kitchen, preparing dinner while your Daddy is showering upstairs.

Your Papa doesn't want you to move your butt away from the chair until you finish your homework and the fact that you can't do it is upseting you so much.

Seeing the words written on the assignement, the pen rolling on the table and all the paper spreading across the dining table is stuffing your brain even more.

You can't help the little tears slipping away from your beautiful eyes as you keep gazing the things who's draining you more through the minutes.

You don't want to disappoint your Papa by stopping now. He's always so happy when you finish something for school and is always behind you to push you forward so you can get better but today is just one day too many.

You hear your Daddy walking back downstairs, in a short and shirtless. He has a white towel around his neck and his beautiful metal arm is showing as his skin is still humid from the shower. When his eyes gaze into yours, you can't help all the tears who run out of your eyes.

You drop your eyes on your laps, hoping he was too far away from you to noticed your crying eyes but his fast footsteps that's following your movement is telling you otherwise.

He pulls the seat beside you and sit down in a way to face you. He rests a reassuring hand on top of yours as you silently cry, his thumb gently rubs your hand.

You don't wait for him to say something, you get up from your seat and climb into his laps. He helps you climbing on him and you immediately curl against him, his arms are tightly wrap around your exhausted body as he held you close to him.

He gently swings you from side to side "breath, baby. Just breath, it'll be okay" he whispers "just get everything out, i've got you" he kisses the top of your head

Steve comes into the dining room, thinking he'll find you sitting on your seat, writing one of your assignement for math like you have been doing for hours now. But to his surprise, it's not this sight that he find once he steps in the room.

"baby ?" he says confused, he doesn't lose a time and sits on the seat you were a few seconds before. His hand starts to caress your back in a comfort way as he hears your soft cries who breaks his heart.

"can you tell us what is wrong, sweetie ?" he softly asks.

You sniff and take deep breath to prepare yourself. When you're ready, you turn your head to the side so your cheek is resting against your Daddy's chest and so your Papa can hear you correctly.

"is too much" you sob

"what is too much, beautiful ?" your Daddy asks, his fingers sliding down your hair to calm you down

" 'm assments" you say struggling more and more with your words.

"You had too much work for today ?" your Papa asks. You nod your head before hiding your face back in your Daddy's chest. "sweetie look at me please" his sweet voice ask.

You sniff a few times before finding the strenght to look at your Papa in the eyes "it's okay baby" he softly smiles "look what you did today! It's already so much. You did really great with your homework and it's normal to be overwhelmed with all of this work"

"you don't have to force yourself to work when you have too much. It'll only exhausted you more and it'll be useless. Just tell us when you can't do it anymore baby. Okay ?"

You sniff and nod your head "you don' mad a' me ?" you shyly ask.

"absolutely not, sweetie. I will never be mad at you because you can't do something. The matter is that you tried and that's what happened tonight. I'm proud of you for trying" he kisses your nose "but don't stress too much because of that. You're not in trouble, you're far from that actually"

You giggle and sniff at the same time making him and your Daddy smiles "why don't we go help Papa finishing dinner ? After we can eat the biggest ice cream we ever had while watching movies so we can clear that little head of yours ?" your Daddy proposes as he gently pokes your head with his finger.

You giggle and rest your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and hold you tight once again, knowing that you moved because you needed to be held differently.

"let's put away all of that, mh ?" your Papa grimaces as he points at your assignements "we'll help you doing it later. But we'll do it together, you won't be alone"

You nod and thank him as he moves away your homework. Once the table is clean, your Daddy stands up with you in his arms and walks toward the kitchen, following by your Papa.

He sats you on the counter and winks at you, making you smile. The first true smile since you start your homework...

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing.

Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. This is still a bit of fluff, honestly. Also Buggy gets drunk near the end of the chapter. He's also just a bit clingy but we kind of knew that at this point.

A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 12

He didn't want to wait.

Buggy was impatient. You told him it was another two months until you were officially done with your apprenticeship. That was 8 weeks. 60 days. Could he wait that long to ask you to marry him? It wasn't like the two of you were going to get married minutes after he asked, right? So he could ask, give you a ring, and seal the deal. That's all he had to do.

Right now he was sitting in the kitchen after dinner while you fixed his gloves. You said there was something wrong with the stitching with one of them, something you had noticed earlier in the day, and he wasn't going to argue with you since you were the professional with this kind of stuff, not him.

So while you fixed his gloves, he told you about some of his adventures on the sea in recent years, about fighting off more vicious crews, claiming victory, and all the treasure he found. You listened intently as you ran your fingers over the seams of one his gloves while your sewing kit sat untouched on the table.

He didn't need to know it was a little lie to spend more time with him.

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You told him as he finished his latest tale. A small part of you wondered about how true some of what he told you was, but you didn't really care. You liked seeing how animated he became when he spoke, hands gesturing wildly and his expressive face. It was a nice sight to see. “I'm almost done with your gloves.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grinned as he leaned back in his seat, watching as you looked over the gloves. They were both inside out while you checked over the seams of one of them. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm, just wanted to make sure the seams were strong, that's all.” You replied as you finished up. “They should be fine now.”

“What do I owe for this?” Buggy asked, watching as you worked. 

You shrugged as you handed them back to him, watching him slide them back onto his hands. “I take lunch dates for payment.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Don't you have the seas to conquer?” You chuckled. “Aren't you tired of me yet?”

He reached across the table, taking your hands in his own. “Never. I'll never be tired of you. I'm going to marry you so I want to start getting used to seeing you every day.”

You smiled and shook your head as you leaned back in your seat. “Yea, but you still have things to do.”

“I can stick around for another week.” Buggy insisted. 

“You're sweet.” You said as you stood up from the table. “If you're sure, I imagine my boss can find more things for you to do around the shop.”

“Do I get paid at least?” Buggy frowned. You went over and gave him a kiss.

“You can share my bed, how about that?” You suggested as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, nodding in agreement. “Good. I know Miss Pins already made a list. She'll appreciate the help.”

Wait, what. He opened his eyes and frowned. “She already has a list? Was this your plan, woo me to stay here and then put me to work?”

“No, no, not at all.” You chuckled. “But if it was, it seemed to work. Now, I’ll let you stay the night again if you want, but if you need to return to your ship I understand.”

He probably should return to his ship, but he didn’t want to be away from you. Now that he knew he was going to marry you, even if he had to wait (he really didn’t want to wait), it was harder for him to spend even an hour away from you. There was still that thought of someone better coming along who would steal you away from him, and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Oh, Buggy, can I ask you something?” 

Buggy looked up at you, still leaning against you as you stroked his hair. “Anything.”

“Well, after I’m done here, I’m planning on heading back to visit my parents for a bit. There’s usually a big family reunion.” You told him, twirling locks of his hair around your fingers. “Is that something you’d want to come with me for? I have a big family, so if it’s too much, I understand.”

Wait, meet the family? Was that something he would have to do? “How… big of a family?”

“Big.” You chuckled. “I can’t even count how many cousins I have.”

Honestly, no, it didn't sound like a good time to him but he should at least meet your parents, right? That's what people did. So he nodded, agreeing to this, even if he may end up regretting it.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. “I'll let you know when it happens.”

~

He begrudgingly did the list of things Miss Pins wanted over the course of a few days before he had to head back to his ship. The only good thing about doing those things was spending more time with you. He needed to do some kind of piracy after being away from the ship for a few days, so you kissed him before saying goodbye, which he was fine with.

Buggy was planning on finding the perfect ring. He didn't want to wait. He would come back with the perfect ring, a bouquet of flowers, and propose, even if you weren't done yet. 

~

It was about three weeks before you saw Buggy again. He came bursting into the shop, throwing the door open before hunching over, panting heavily. You looked up from your work with Benji while Miss Pins stood at the counter. She raised an eyebrow as she gave him a look over.

“Where's the fire, Captain?” She asked as he slumped against the door frame. He managed to glare at her as he started to recover, but you got up and hurried over to him to help him to a chair.

“Buggy, what's wrong?” You asked as Miss Pins went to shut the door. “Why are you running?”

He held up a bouquet of petalless flowers for you, no doubt having been knocked around in the running. You took them from him with a smile while Benji pretended to gag. Then Buggy reached into his pocket and slid down onto his knees in front of you while taking your hand in his.

This was it. He had rehearsed what he had wanted to say as he ran to the shop, but it all left his brain as he looked up at you, feeling the gaze of Miss Pins and Benji on him as you just watched him. He stiffened up, sweating bullets as he stared up at you nervously. Were you going to say yes or was this just a lead up to a cruel joke from you?

“Wait, is he actually proposing to you, Sunny?!” Benji exclaimed. “Ew! Why?”

“Oh shush.” Miss Pins said, crossing her arms as she watched the scene in front of her. “He hasn't actually said anything yet. Sunny, you don't have to say or agree to anything, you know.”

“Just ignore them, Buggy.” You said, shaking your head. “You know my answer, you don't have to actually ask.”

“Y-Yea, but I can't just assume!” Buggy stammered as he held the ring up and you managed not to laugh. The stone on the ring was honestly as big as his nose, but bright blue in color and very, very impractical for you to wear on a daily basis since you used your hands for everything. He cleared his throat and tried to slide the ring onto your finger but it was unfortunately too small for your finger.  Buggy looked defeated but you took the ring and pulled him up to his feet.

“The ring is too small.” Benji whispered to Miss Pins.

“He didn't actually say anything.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes at their comments.

“Yes, Buggy, I'll marry you.” You told him; his eyes widened and he stood up straight, glancing over at your boss and associate with a smug look on his face. 

“Ha! I didn't even have to ask her.” He said rather proudly. “She accepted without hesitation.” 

The two of them rolled their eyes, of course he would say that. You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to give Buggy a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly before lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly. 

“We’re getting married!” He cheered. 

“Yes, yes, we are.” You laughed, patting him on the chest to put you down. “I only have a few more weeks, Buggy, then we need to visit my family.”

Oh, right, the family. Your massive family you mentioned. He was going to meet them. No, it would be fine. He wouldn’t let that worry him. He was a pirate captain, that had to impress some of them, right? It would be fine. Just fine. He didn’t need to worry.

~

You stayed the night with him on the ship. His crew wanted to celebrate their captain’s engagement with a loud party. While Buggy had been shy and flustered back in the shop when he asked, it was different when he was with his crew. He was showing you off, embellishing the story of your engagement, saying how you cried (you didn’t), how his speech wooed you (he didn’t say a word), and that you said you couldn’t wait to marry him (you didn’t say that but you did want to marry him). He was proud of the ring he stole and found a chain to string it on so you could wear it so it would deter others from chasing after you in the coming weeks.

It was fun, you had just one drink while Buggy got himself pretty drunk. It was past midnight when you finally convinced him to go to bed, and you ignored how red in the face he got when you said that, his drunken brain misinterpreting your words again when you led him to his room and helped him take his coat and shoes off. 

“D-Dontcha wanna wait til the h-honeymoon?” He slurred. You rolled your eyes before draping his coat over the back of a chair and setting his shoes beside it. “I-I mean, I’m good, I’m up for anything.”

“You need to sleep, Captain Buggy.” You told him as you took his bandana off next, helping shake his hair loose from being tucked under it for most of the day. “We aren’t having sex, okay?”

“Oh.” He frowned up at you, swaying a bit as he sat on the bed. “You wanna though, right? I don’t… my body doesn’t gross you out, does it?”

“It doesn’t, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled the covers back on his bed. He rubbed his face and squinted in your direction.

“Are… are you staying the night?” Buggy asked. You sighed softly and nodded, smiling at him as you took your own shoes off before climbing into bed. His eyes lit up when you did that and he scrambled under the covers to latch onto you once you were under the blankets. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You told him, kissing him on the forehead as he snuggled up against you, his head resting on your chest as your arms went around him. “I need to get used to it since I���m marrying you.”

He glanced up at you, face red as he smiled brightly. “You are, aren’t you! I’m marrying you and you’re gonna marry me and I’m gonna be the happiest man ever!”

This was a different drunk Buggy from the one you encountered on his birthday, and it was nice seeing him so happy, even if it was influenced by alcohol. You just stroked his cheek, smiling as he nestled his face against you as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he was asleep, snoring loudly. And tomorrow you would wake up before him, fix him breakfast, and start your day back at the shop. It was only a few more weeks before you would be done, and it was a little sad and kind of scary, but you were excited to be moving onto a new chapter of your life with Buggy.

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[alinataylorsversion]

First time with Tom Blyth. (Smut)

Wc: 3,723

Summary: Reader loses her virginity to Tom, and he makes it perfect.

Being Tom Blyth's controversially young girlfriend has its ups and downs. Most of the downs revolve around the hate I get, But Tom always manages to make the hate disappear when I am with him.

I'm newly 20 years old. Tom being almost 29 is a big difference in our age. Neither of us mind though.

Me being newly 20, have only had one real relationship before Tom, which just so happened to be one of the worst experiences of my life. I was always afraid of relationships after, but Tom being the gentleman he is, made me super comfortable around him, which made me appreciate him so much more.

The guy I was with before always made me feel uncomfortable, and pressured. Which gave me a lot of anxiety throughout our relationship. The one thing I never gave to him was my virginity.

Yes, I'm 20 years old and still a virgin. I have never found a person I trust enough to give myself to in that way. I'm not naive, I know pretty much everything, I just have never had the chance to actually do it, especially with someone I trust.

I hate being that cheesy person that says I've finally met the person I trust enough, but that is exactly it. Tom is the most caring, considerate, loving man I have ever met. If there is anyone I trust enough to do that with, it's him.

I haven't told him I'm a virgin. I probably should have by now, especially considering we have been dating for 5 months. The topic only came up once, and I didn't say it. After that I haven't really had the chance to say it considering i'm not just going to blurt it out of nowhere.

The only reason i'm thinking about this so much is because lately I've been getting more and more ready to take that step with him. I am extremely attracted to him, I trust him with my life, I'm just scared to do it. Not for any particular reason, just the fact that it's a huge deal to me.

Tonight I am spending the night at Tom's place. My goal for tonight is to at least tell him I'm a virgin, But I think I'm ready. Best case scenario, we have sex. And yes, that is why I spent the last 20 minutes shaving every part of my body.

When I arrive at Tom's place, we have dinner together, and go for a walk around central park, which is just down the street. When we get back, we both go to get changed. I had this plan of coming out of the bathroom in a robe with lingerie underneath, like a cheesy scene before bed in a hallmark movie. But now that I'm in the midst of putting it on, the nerves come through.

I tell myself that I will go out there, and talk to him. If things go well, I'll take the robe off. If need be, I can just come back in here and change. And even if I tell him, there is no guarantee that we will have sex tonight anyways.

I stand in front of the mirror in my fuzzy white robe, with a sexy black teddy one piece underneath, that I bought specifically for tonight. I work up enough courage to go out there, so I open the door and see Tom sitting on the bed, underneath the covers, finding something for us to watch on the t.v.

He looks over to me, and smiles. "Were you wanting to have a shower?"

I look confused for a second, then realise he must be confused as to why I have a robe on. "No, I just-," I look to the ground, trying to find my words. "Can we talk?"

He immediately puts the remote down, and his attention is one hundred percent on me. "Of course, are you okay?"

I go to sit on the bed with him, not missing the way his eyes never leave mine, even as I look down to the bed while sitting down. "I'm fine, I just wanted to talk about something."

His hand goes to my knee, and rubs small comforting circles on top of it. "I don't really know how to explain this to you without just spitting it out." I explain.

"That's okay, baby. You can talk to me about anything," He does his best to comfort me.

I fidget with my hands, working up the courage to tell him. "I ummm-, I wanna do something but I'm scared to tell you, even though I shouldn't be. Well i'm not scared to tell you about that thing, but in order to tell you about that thing, I need to tell you about something else first. And that's what I'm scared to tell you," My rant makes him smile.

He sits up and moves closer to me, taking my hands in his to stop me from picking at my nails. "Tell me why you're scared to tell me," he asks.

The question makes me stop and think for a second. "Because It's not something i'm proud of, or like to share with people."

He brings my hand to his mouth and places a soft kiss to the top of it. "What can I do to make you more comfortable?"

"Ummm-, just please don't make a big deal about it when I tell you." I say to him in a desperate voice.

"Of course, Love," He continues rubbing his thumb along the top of my hand.

I take a deep breath and try to explain without freaking out. "I've never had sex before."

He immediately softens. "Baby that's okay, It's nothing to be ashamed about. Is that why you were so scared to tell me, because you've been wanting to?"

"Yea," I whisper while biting my lip, trying to prevent my face from reddening.

"Love, that's okay, please don't ever be scared to tell me when you are feeling like that. Come here," He sits up and goes to cup my cheek with one hand, slowly pulling me down to lay against him, my head buried in the crook of his neck, my body practically on top of his.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispers into my hair after kissing the top of my head.

"Mhm," I give a small nod with my hum.

"Why are you wearing the robe?"

I freeze, totally forgetting about the fact that I have lingerie underneath.

He notices my hesitation. "Did you want to do something tonight, baby?"

"I had this whole thing planned out but then I froze up." I turned my head away from him so he couldn't see my face.

"Tell me what your plan was," He requests.

I cuddle my head further into his neck and start to explain. "I have something on underneath this. I was going to take off the robe if the conversation went well. If it didn't I would go change."

"You dressed up for me, baby?" I nod my head.

He reaches down towards the tie of the robe. "Can I undo this, Baby? I won't if you don't want me too. Can I see how pretty you look underneath?" He coos in my ear.

I slowly lean back, and sit up beside him on my knees. I reach down to undo the robe, and his hand reaches out to once again trace circles around my knee to calm me.

I undo the robe and let it fall down my arms, onto the bed. He immediately takes in every inch of me. The teddy i'm wearing has ribbons on both shoulders, and a deep v-neck showing off my cleavage.

He sits up and pulls me over to him, putting one of my legs on each side of his waist as if i'm about to ride him with him sitting on his knees, but then lifts me up and lays me splayed out in front of him on the bed, Him between my legs. He bends down and places a hungry kiss to my lips.

I kiss him back with the same amount of need he has with me. We stay like that for a couple minutes, kissing each other like our lives depend on it.

He pulls back and moves a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Do you want to do this tonight? We don't have to," He reassures me.

"I just want you to touch me." I can tell how desperate I sound, but at this moment, I don't care. Right after the words leave my mouth, I pull him back down to my lips once again.

"Yeah? You want me to make that pretty pussy of yours feel good?" He teases in between kisses before trailing them down my neck. In response, I grind my hips up towards his. Rubbing my clit along the outside of his sweatpants.

"Oh Baby, you're so fucking sexy, all desperate for me." He reaches down, his hand on the back of my thigh, pulling my leg to wrap around his waist, and he grinds his cock into my core. My head falls back at the friction he's giving my clit, My mouth falling open, and my eyes fluttering closed.

I slide my hands underneath the hem of his shirt, slowly gliding them along his back. He pulls away from me and reaches over his head to grab his shirt and pull it off. He tosses it on the floor and moves backwards on the bed. He lifts one of my legs, my foot resting on his shoulder, as he presses kisses along my calf, moving up towards my thighs.

When he gets to my inner thighs, I reach my hand down, and grip onto his hair, pulling him closer to where I really need him. He laughs at my eagerness, and moves up to place kisses right above my pubic bone.

He looks up at me, and brings his hands down, moving the piece of lingerie aside, and slides two fingers through my wetness, circling my hole. His eyes search mine, silently asking for permission. I nod my head, and he slowly slides his middle finger inside me.

My eyes flutter closed, as my head tips back the slightest bit. With my eyes closed, it catches me off guard when he wraps his lips around my clit, slowly suckling, as his finger curls against my g-spot.

My hand on his hair tightens as I let out a loud moan of surprise. He laughs through his sucking, and pushes another finger inside me. My head falls back against the bed as I get lost in the immense pleasure he is giving me.

Lost in my own mind, I accidentally pull too hard on his hair, or so I think. I quickly retract my hand after hearing him wince, thinking I've hurt him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pull so hard." I start to ramble.

He takes my hand and brings it back to his hair. "Pull as hard as you want. I don't care. If anything it just turns me on even more," He says before curling his fingers inside me once again.

I make a mental note of that for later, as I grip onto his hair again. My voice becomes shaky as I let out more sounds which just give him more confidence. As if he'd need it anyways. His tongue laps at my clit as his fingers begin to increase their speed inside me. This almost tips me over the edge.

"Tom?" I whisper in between moans. He looks up at me, slightly slowing down the movement of his fingers. I get stuck between my words, kind of embarrassed to tell him what I want. He reaches his hand up to cup my cheek, leaning back from my core. "What is it baby? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop," I shake my head. "Can you-," I stop, scared to tell him what I want.

"Tell me, love. What do you need? How can I help you get there?" He asks while kissing my thighs.

"Harder," I reach down and grab the wrist of his hand which is still fingering me. "Go harder. Please?" My voice comes out desperate.

He moves up towards me and takes my lips with his, kissing me hard, as he takes his fingers out, just to move them back inside with a quicker pace. The next second, he's moving his fingers in and out of me with an impressive pace, hitting my g-spot every time.

I gasped through our kiss, breaking from his lips. His fingers are moving in and out of me so fast that I can't clearly see his hand because of how fast it is moving. My hips raise with his fingers when they leave my core, just as they sink back down every time he sinks his fingers back inside me.

I let out a loud moan just for him to capture my lips right after, His fingers still pounding into me. My moans don't stop as he kisses me, The sounds getting masked by his lips.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I shout as I break our kiss and throw my head back.

He brings his lips down to hover over my ear. "Cum for me like the good little slut you are."

This brings me over the edge as his fingers continue assaulting my g-spot at an intense pace. With my head thrown back, and my mouth letting out profound sounds, I cum hard all over his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath me.

"There you go, good girl. You're such a good fucking girl for me." He purrs in my ear.

My arms reach up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to me. In the midst of my high, all I want is him closer to me. He pulls his fingers out of me, his hand going to my hip as his lips go to my neck and kiss their way up to my mouth.

I don't know how long I'm out of it for, but when I open my eyes, Tom is still right beside me. His hand is caressing my head, his fingers running through my hair at the back of my head while my face is buried in his chest.

I lean my head back to look up at him. All he can see is the lust in my eyes as he leans down and takes my lips with his once again.

He reaches up and goes to grab the edge of one of the bows of the lingerie on my shoulder. "Can I take this off, Baby?"

I nod, and he pulls the ribbon on the bow, letting it come apart before reaching over to loosen the other side. Once the front is loosened, he pulls down the lingerie to reveal my front.

Tom immediately goes to kiss down my neck again, making his way down to my breasts. He kisses around one while palming the other in his hand. He takes my nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking. I let out a breathly moan, a whole new type of pleasure taking over me. My hand reaches up to the back of his head, my fingers running through his hair. I pull him back up towards my lips and kiss him again.

I make a bold move, and reach my hand down to run over the outside of his sweatpants, softly palming him. His breath staggers as he breaks the kiss and looks down to where my hand is rubbing him. He slightly grinds his hips into my hand, making me palm him harder as he buries his face in my neck.

He pulls back and reaches down to grab my hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it. His hands reach down underneath my thighs, bringing them to wrap around his waist, as he goes to lift me from the bed. He brings us up to the pillows and lays my head down on one.

He brings the covers over top of us and leans back to remove the half-on lingerie from my body. Tossing the lace somewhere to the left, he leans back and starts to remove his sweatpants. I sit back and watch.

Once his sweatpants are off, he comes back on top of me. "Do you still want to do this?" He doesn't once take his eyes off mine while asking this.

I give a small "Yeah," and he beings his hand down to free himself from his boxers, pulling them down. My hands rest on his shoulders as he adjusts my legs on either side of him, giving him more access.

I being my hand down and softly stroke him. He moves my hand to his base, and rubs the underside of his cock along my slit, from my hole to my clit, over and over again. His thumb pressing lightly on his tip to keep the pressure of his cock against myself.

"Are you ready?" He whispers to me while using his other hand to stroke my hair.

I nod and lean in to kiss him. We kiss for a couple of seconds before he leans back and looks down towards us as he places his tip at my entrance, and my arms go to wrap around his neck.

He slightly pushes inside of me, just enough for me to feel the slight stretch at my entrance. His tip now inside me, his eyes search mine as his breath staggers, silently asking me if I'm okay. I nod at him, and he leans down, taking my lips with his.

He slowly pushes into me, his other hand caressing my cheek as his kisses me. I break the kiss the moment I feel what everyone is talking about when they say it stings. My jaw drops as my breathing becomes uneven.

"Do you need me to stop?"

"No, no, don't stop." My voice comes out desperate.

He slowly starts pushing further into me, and reaches down to rub my clit, trying to sooth me through it. It surprisingly works well as the pleasure is brought back, masking the pain.

"Can I move, Love?"

"Mhm," I hum as a nod my head.

He slowly pulls himself out, only to push back inside before he completely leaves my warmth. He continues his slow thrusts as I lean up to kiss him. His tongue caresses mine as he continues thrusting inside me, his fingers still massaging my clit.

By now, the pain is mostly gone, and my breath becomes uneven. He pulls back from the kiss, and my head tips back, my eyes going to the roof as I start to focus on the pleasure he is bringing me.

"There you go," he whispers as he leans down to press his lips to the side of my neck. "Do you want me to go faster?"

I nod my head through an uneven breath, and he laughs at my eagerness.

Suddenly, his thrusts speed up, taking me off guard even though I was the one to tell him to do so. My hands go to grip his shoulders as I let out a purely sinful sound while he continues pumping into me.

His mouth continues sucking on my neck as I lose all control, the pleasure getting the better of me, as I start letting out high pitched cries.

His thumb rubbing my clit was one thing, but mixed with the brush of him hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust, I start to lose it. My nails dig into the skin on the surface of his back, and he lets out a moan into my neck. Hearing that sound only brings me closing to the edge as I bring my hands back to his shoulder blades, and drag my nails downwards once again.

"Oh fuck, Baby. You're such a good girl for me, Yeah?" He whimpers into my ear, his tongue darting out to trace right underneath it.

"Yes, Oh my god, Yes." I cry out as my eyes roll back as the knot in my stomach starts to uncoil, and I cum hard around his cock, still pumping deep inside me.

He comes back up from my neck and I bury my face into his as I ride out my high. My arms are back around his neck again when he starts pumping faster into me.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Baby." He pants into the side of my head as his thrusts become uneven. In the midst of my high I whisper into his ear.

"Cum, Cum for me. I want you to."

He lets out a groan that can only be described as feral, as I feel his cum fill me up deep inside. His thrusts go from feral, to steady as he slows himself deep inside, and tries to catch his breath. His head still buried into the side of my head, and the pillow, I rest my chin on his shoulder as he reaches down to pull himself out of me.

I let out a hiss at the sensitivity of him fully leaving my warmth, and instantly miss the feeling of being filled by him. He slowly leans to the side and moves halfway off of me, so he is no longer right on top of me.

With him laying beside me, I tuck my head into the crook of his shoulder as my eyes drift closed. "Was that Okay?" He suddenly whispers.

"Yeah, I was really good." I smile into his shoulder.

We both let out a small chuckle. He turns his head to place a kiss on my forehead, and sits up to pull the covers over top of me before getting up and walking into the bathroom.

He comes out with a wet cloth and comes over to help me clean up. After we are both cleaned and dressed, we lay back down and cuddle up underneath the blankets. I whisper a small "Thank You" into his ear, and slowly start to drift off. I can feel him press another kiss to my forehead before I completely fall asleep.

#tom blyth #tom blyth smut #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #tom blyth fluff

[willowser]

haiii willow!! i was reading through your work (as i usually do when I’m on here) but i wanna know your thoughts on whether young, early 20s bkg - who currently has a thing for reader - would he feel this impending urge of sexual attraction?? i feel like at that point of time he wouldn’t be having much sex, if any at all but ofc reader is beautiful and sweet and gorgeous!! do u think he’d ever have moments where he’s ogling or he’s just back in his bedroom and all he can think are perverted thoughts and he’s like, “fuck.”

i will continue stalking ur page and reblogging so that’s all! love u🩷🩷🩷👼

oh i am smooching you smooching i say, bc i love this scenario it is my freaking bread and butter 😌✨️🩷

i think he definitely would !! not a total clueless virgin, but he's not really feeling it with anyone, and maybe hasn't for a while—if ever. and maybe he's just like, eh i've got more important things going on rn than who i'm having dinner with i hardly have time to have it with myself 🥺

bc i imagine early 20s bakugou very specifically, especially after what's going on in the manga, so i can completely see him being so sidetracked and not even interested in romance—and then you come along 🥺 and i think it would take him a while to get there, honestly, like. he's got you in the back of his mind for a whole year, even. doing his best not to think about it, but every now and then when things are quiet, his mind is wandering until he's thinking about how you wish him a stupid good morning ! every day and always make small talk with him about all kinds of random shit 😒🥺 he resists the idea that you give him butterflies and tries to tell himself you make him sick LOL

but then—something happens. something small, i think, that is such a non-event but it launches you to the forefront of everything, all at once. maybe you say something funny that makes him do his little evil smile or ask him a question and really listen to what he's saying with big beautiful eyes or you wave at him as you pass each other in the hall and kirishima is with him and then turns to him, grinning so fucking wide, and he's like "bro....why're they smiling at you like that ?? 😏😏😏" and that has bakugou thinking to himself.....oh shit........are they smiling at me like that ??? and then he's so totally gutted by the fact that—he wants you. oh man, he wants you so bad. and i've said this before but i think because he tries to fight that feeling for so long, once he finally accepts it, he's like full speed ahead. he opens that door and it's like the floodgates, the dam has broken, he's neck deep the minute he stepped over.

and i really think bakugou's attraction to someone—like his deep, genuine, heart-achy kind of attraction to someone—is based on who you are, and so the more time he spends with you and the more he thinks about you and the more he gets to know you, it just builds and builds and builds LOL and then that sexual attraction comes bull-dozing in, i think. and i love to talk about this but he thinks he's so not a meat-head that thinks with his dick but he definitely catches himself checking you out and is SO MAD LMAOOO

he's also such a—make a plan, make it happen kind of person, so once he decides he can't stand doing nothing, he's trying to figure out how to make you his. and in trying to plan that out, he's going through scenario after scenario, thinking about what differently he could do when he sees you and how you'll respond, imagining it late at night, dreaming about what you'd say and what you'd do.....what that would lead to, eventually AND HE FEELS LIKE SUCH A PERV LMAOOO he's such a dork

god i literally could go on and on about this forever you don't understand akdhfjskkq this is one of my favorite scenarios for him it's just my default thinking state this point LOL hiiiii friend !!! tysm for asking !!! 😌🩷✨️

#i'm unhinged for him sorry #tysm for checking out me things 🥺🥺 for being here with me 🥺🥺🥺 #i could talk about THIS FOREVERRRRRR #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

[vastill]

I'm sorry, I love you too

Melissa Schemmenti/fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort

words: 1300+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!!

A/N: you wanted more hurt/comfort and you shall receive... tbh it was hard for me to finish this WIP so it's a little rushed at the end but i hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think!!💚

You were sitting in the restaurant for at least 20 minutes, waiting for her to show up. The restaurant was nice and cozy, you were sipping on a glass of wine, not ordering anything, maybe she will be late.

Maybe she didn’t forget this time.

The waitress came to your table, her eyes full of pity. You hated that, but you had some hope in your girlfriend.

“Can I get you something to eat? Or are we waiting for a little longer?” The waitress asked.

“Yeah, we wait but can I have some more wine?” You smiled at her and she quickly nodded. And you were left to your thoughts.

That was the third date in two weeks that you had planned. And the third one that she forgot about. Did she have so much work at school? Maybe another late meeting with Barbara?

Did she not want to be seen in public with you?

You two were dating for more than a year but everything was in secret. Melissa didn't want to go public, you understood her. You both were working at the school, she wanted to remain professional. Also, you were younger. She always assured you that wasn’t a problem and that she doesn’t care about what people think. But did she really?

Behind the closed door, she was the sweetest person you could ever imagine but as soon as you were out everything changed. She wasn't your girlfriend anymore.

Was that too much to ask for? For her to show up? You were only asking for one evening. One dinner at that place you two were talking about for ages. Only one night.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the negative thoughts. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn't help feeling hurt and frustrated.

You drank your glass of wine and decided to call it a night. You paid for everything and left the restaurant and drove to your house, not wanting to see Melissa tonight.

As you walked into your house, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. You had been looking forward to that dinner with Melissa, and it seemed like she couldn't even be bothered to show up. You decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and wait for her to call or text, but after a few hours of silence, you realized that she wasn't going to.

You only send her a text that you can’t go with her to the Farmer’s Market tomorrow. You didn’t want to stand her up, even when she deserved it. You weren’t that petty.

You spent the rest of the night trying to distract yourself, but your mind kept wandering back to Melissa and what could be going on. You knew that you needed to talk to her about everything, but you didn't know if you were ready to hear what she had to say.

The next day you spend at home, slouching on the couch with ice cream, and your comfort show to make your mood better. To forget about yesterday's failure.

At lunchtime, you heard a knock on the door. Was your delivery guy that quick? You went to open the door.

Melissa stood there with a bag full of containers of food she cooked.

You were surprised to see her at your doorstep, but you couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Maybe there was a good explanation for her absence.

“Hiya hon, I wanted to make sure everything is okay and brought you some food, made your favorite. It’s all fresh bought it today.” She said with a smile on her face.

“Hey, oh thanks. Come in.” You let her in. A little confused that she didn’t bring up yesterday's dinner right away.

“So what’s up with you? Why didn’t you want to go today? Felling sick?” She asked as she was unpacking the food she brought.

“Are you really asking me that?” You said. You didn’t want to believe that she forgot. She couldn’t.

“What?” She asked clearly confused.

You let out a sigh. She forgot. It was clear now.

“We planned a date yesterday Melissa. I was waiting for you in that restaurant, hoping you show up. Hoping you didn’t forget the third time. Hoping I was important enough for you to remember.” You said looking at her. Your eyes held all the hurt and frustration you were feeling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize...” Melissa trailed off, looking guilty. “Work has just been so busy lately, and I’ve been really scatterbrained.”

“It isn’t an excuse Melissa. It was the third time. The third time I had to sit and wait for my girlfriend to show up.” You said, your voice raising. You took a breath in to calm yourself. “I mean the first one, okay, I can understand. The second one was just a mistake. But the third time? Melissa, I feel like I’m not important to you. I understand that you're busy with work and everything, but that doesn't excuse repeatedly forgetting about our plans. I just want to know where I stand with you because I feel like you are avoiding being seen with me.” You sighed, your hands rubbing your face, waiting for her response.

Melissa looked at you with a pained expression on her face. “I'm so sorry,” she said softly. “I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m so sorry. You are important to me, and I don't want you to feel like I'm avoiding being seen with you. I just don't want to make a big deal out of our relationship, especially at school, you know how it is.” She reached out to take your hand, hoping to convey her sincerity.

“Yes, I understand this. But it’s so hard when you are shutting me out as soon as we are in the open. We are in a year long relationship, don’t you think it’s serious enough to make us public?” You ask, nervous about what her answer could be.

Melissa looked down at her feet, clearly struggling with what to say. “I...I don't know,” she finally admitted. “It's just...it's complicated. I care about you so much, but I also don't want to risk our jobs. I know it's not fair to you, and I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do.” She looked back up at you.

“The staff at our job has the most understanding people that I have ever known. I really don’t think that will be a problem, especially when they find out that we were hiding this for that long.” You said looking at her with a soft smile. “And you know I don't care about reputation, I care about you more Melissa. I just want to show everyone how much I love you, how much I care about you.” Your eyes filled with a plea for understanding.

Melissa looked at you with tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry, I love you too.” She said, her voice shaking. “I didn't realize how much this was hurting you.” She leaned in to hug you, and you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. “I think we should go public. Taking slow steps, I don’t want them to have a heart attack if we show up on Monday all lovey-dovey.” She said laughing softly.

Relief washed over you, you couldn’t help yourself and just grabbed her for a hug. You felt so happy hearing that she understood your point of view. Backing away a little you took her face in your hands. “I love you so much, Mel.” You kissed her hard and she quickly reciprocated.

You parted when your lungs needed air. You linked your foreheads.

“I love you more hon.” She said stealing another kiss from you. “We need to eat that food I made. We don’t want to waste it.” And you smiled, food. The best love language.

A/N: i'm working on other requests now and on some drabbles with Mel and Lila. i think some of it will be posted somewhere this week!💚

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #lisa ann walter x reader #vastill

[callsign-joyride]

Ok but, Hangman as guy in your neighborhood, you are both back from college, he has a “she grew up hot” moment, and starts “coincidentally” mowing his lawn and washing the car at the same time she walks her dog. Summer fling, maybe 17 on the SOS prompt, really whatever you think works

Honey, Honey | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: You lose your virginity to Jake after he walks in on you.

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), female masturbation, fingering, protected p in v

Prompt: "Oh no, don't stop on my account. I'm really enjoying the view."

Author's note: I kind of got lost in the sauce while writing and didn't follow the request exactly but I hope that's okay. It still has the same girl next door trope!

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

You had been looking forward to moving back home after college graduation for months. Going to school in California had been your dream, but you missed the way that Texas felt like home. A few of your friends stayed local after high school, so it was one of the rare moments where you were able to hang out as a group. Your San Diego apartment had been mostly vacated, but you and your roommate had decided to rent it out as an Air BnB for the summer because it was in the heart of the city. 

“I think that Seresin boy might be back for a few weeks,” your mom said over dinner. 

You dropped your fork on your plate and sighed. Of course she brought him up. He was about a decade older than you, and your mom was never really able to let go of the fact that you had a crush on him when you were little. When he left to join the Navy, you stayed close with his family, occasionally coming over for cookouts or playing with the littles. 

“Good for him,” you grumbled out.

The Seresins were having a cookout for Memorial Day Weekend. Your parents were out of town attending a wedding of some friends. You grabbed a hard seltzer from the fridge in the garage before walking over to the neighbors. Mrs. Seresin greeted you and grabbed a lawn chair so that you could sit by the campfire.

“Wow, you really grew up,” Jake said as he plopped into a chair next to you.

“Well, I haven’t really seen you in what, ten, fifteen years? A lot of growing up happened in that time.”

“So, you in college or…?”

“Just graduated from UC San Diego, actually. I wanted to spend the summer at home before shit gets real, so here I am.”

He raised his eyebrows at the mention of San Diego.

“I’m stationed at North Island right now. It’s kind of surprising that we haven’t run into each other.”

“I don’t think it is, though. San Diego is big and I live like ten minutes from campus. So unless you’re bar hopping with a bunch of 20-year-olds, I doubt we would’ve run into each other.”

Jake chuckled in agreement and scooted closer to you. Maybe it was a combination of the summer heat and your drink, or maybe it was just Jake, but you felt a warmth in your stomach. It was almost like he wanted to kiss you, but more guests started arriving and he had to forfeit his seat to help his dad with the grill. You talked to other people in the neighborhood while eating and playing games. You didn’t realize how much you had to drink until almost everyone had left at around midnight. 

“Alright, I think I’m gonna head home. Woah,” you said as you stood up and grabbed your empty can.

“Do you need someone to walk you home, honey?” Mrs. Seresin asked.

“I think I’ll be fine. It’s just right next door.”

“Okay. Well, we’re here if you need anything. There’s always someone home so feel free to come by whenever.”

“Thank you.”

Jake opened the gate for you as you left and you mumbled a thank you before heading over to your house. Maybe it was because you were desperately single, but Jake looked just as good as you remembered. Better, actually. You kicked your shoes off by the front door and reached into your bag for your earbuds. One of the network channels was doing a marathon of all of the Marvel movies, so you put that on and lay on the couch.

Jake’s mom talked him into checking in on you when they were done cleaning up the yard. He was only reluctant to go because he was sweaty and tired from being outside for most of the day. What he didn’t expect though, was to walk into your house and hear you moaning. You couldn’t see him because the back of the couch was towards the back door, and you couldn’t hear him because you had your earbuds in.

“Oh my God!” You gasped. Your hand was still in your shorts but you were too busy freaking out about the fact that Jake `had just walked in on you to worry about that.

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view,” he said. He stood in front of you and nudged your legs open before taking your hand out of your shorts. His calloused hand replaced your smooth one and you pulled him closer to you before moaning.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said before leaning in for a kiss. It was a clash between tongues and teeth as he got you off and slowed his pace.

“I-I’ve never-,”

“What?”

You sighed as you looked at the cocky smirk on his face.

“Jake, I’m a virgin.”

“Wait, really? How? Look at you. You’re hot.”

“I’ve done other stuff but I’ve never… y’know.”

“Do you want to?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks before you looked at your feet. 

“With you? Yeah. Why? Is that bad?”

“Bad? Hey, don’t be shy. We can do this but only if you want to.”

“I want to.”

“Alright. Where’s your room?” 

You stared at him in confusion.

“You’re not losing your virginity on a couch. At least let me be proper about it.”

You nervously led him up the stairs and to your room. You moved to California pretty much right after graduating highschool, so not much had changed. It still looked like a teenager’s room because you were usually home from college for a week or two at a time. You weren’t particularly embarrassed about it until now, with the lilac colored walls and stuffed animals everywhere.

“Um, I’m not here all the time. Here, let me…”

Jake watched as you cleared the bed of your stuffed animals and throw pillows. He was trying not to laugh. You turned to him and smiled once you lit the cinnamon roll scented candle on your dresser. He sat you on the bed and started to kiss you before laying you down and taking your shorts off. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, and both of you groaned at the feeling. A wet spot was starting to form on the crotch of his grey basketball shorts and you could see the outline of his cock.

“I gotta get you ready,” he whispered into your ear as he tugged your panties off and started to finger you. You writhed in his arms as he got you closer to your release, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of you before grabbing his wallet and taking out a condom.

You looked at him with wide eyes once he took his shorts and boxers off. His cock hit his chest and he was huge. You were kind of able to guess, since he was well built and athletic, but you were still intimidated by the size.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

You let out a gasp as he started to enter you. He could tell that you were tense with pain, so he leaned down and kissed you while moving one of your legs to rest on his hip. You let out a cry when he was fully inside of you.

“I’m sorry. Are you hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

“I… No, I don’t want you to stop but it hurts a little.”

“That’s normal. Here, let me move you so that you’re on top. You’ll have more control.”

“Okay.”

Jake guided himself into you and put his knees up so that he could help you ride him. With his hands on your hips, you were quickly bouncing on his cock. He knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way you were moaning his name, and you could see it in his eyes. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he pulled your hips down and stilled inside of you. He rolled the two of you over while he was still inside and started to rub your clit while going through the motions of the rest of his orgasm. He grunted in your ear when you came around him and slowly pulled out of you after a few moments.

“Where’s your bathroom? I’m gonna get a towel and clean you up,” he said. You sat up and looked at him as he walked to your bedroom door.

“Right across the hall. Did I bleed?”

“A little, but it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be right back.”

Jake was gone for a lot longer than you thought he would be. You were somewhat surprised when he finally walked back into your room with two glasses of water and a damp washcloth in his hands. The washcloth was warm, too. He threw the washcloth in your hamper when he was done and climbed in the bed next to you.

“You’re staying the night?” You asked.

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I kind of like this,” you said as you scooted into his arms.

“So, do you plan on staying in San Diego when you get back?”

“Yeah. I have a job lined up and everything. Why?”

“I wanna take you on a date sometime. I know a few good spots.”

“Sure. Wait, how long are you in town for?”

“Another week and a half.”

“We could just go out while we’re both here. Get the first date out of the way, y’know.”

“Your mom would freak if I picked you up, though.”

“Okay, get your head out of the 1950’s. We’re both adults who can drive. It’ll be fine. Plus I’m pretty sure my mom has wanted me to get with you since I transferred to UC San Diego. She’d probably be popping champagne if she found out about all of this, honestly.”

“Well, it’s good to hear that I’ve already got mom’s approval.”

You laughed and grabbed your phone before turning your lamp off. You fell asleep listening to some ocean sounds. When you woke up, Jake was smiling and scrolling through social media. He put his phone down and hugged you before going to make breakfast. He gave you his phone number before leaving. You were a giggly mess as you laid back on the couch and texted your closest friends about the events that had happened the night before.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Bestieeee congrats on 500 followers!!!! 🥹 I’m so happy to have come across your work, it’s been the highlight of my past few months 🪻🪻🪻

could I please request something fluffy / smutty for Joel & Doc - prompt 143 🥺 “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Love you!!!!

OMG Hi Bestie!

Thank you so so much! I'm so glad these stories have made your life better!

Thank you for sending in this prompt, I hope it's exactly what you're looking for. It's starring pre-outbreak Joel and Doc - AKA the fluffiest, smuttiest pair.

Love you!!

Date Night

You decide to make a nice dinner for Joel. Things don't quite go as planned.

Written from Prompt 143: "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (couple from Lavender)

Warnings: Smut :D Oral (female receiving), unprotected PIV sex (wrap. it. up. kids.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.

Length: 1.9k

Late October, 2000

For some reason, everything was going wrong. 

It hadn’t started that way. It had started going really well, actually. Your last class of the week got canceled; Sarah was going straight from school to Lizzy’s house for a slumber party so you and Joel had some alone time; the weather was beautifully cool and crisp, making it the perfect day to spend hours in the kitchen. It was the perfect excuse to have Joel come over for dinner. If that dinner just so happened to be so delicious he took you to bed and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight before you finished eating it, well, so be it. 

But everything after that had steadily gone down hill. You picked up apples to make apple pie, brought them home and found that worms had gotten into three of them so you had to run back to the store. Then, your favorite burner on the stove died. And your apartment lost power for about 20 minutes while the potatoes au gratin were in the oven - though at least it was after the pie was done and you weren’t trying to adjust baking times for your notoriously fussy pie crust. 

You’d intended to have everything just about done by the time Joel came over after work, had planned to have time to get changed into something that didn’t have a flour handprint on the pant leg, had meant to do your makeup. Instead, you were in the kitchen, apron on, hair in a pile on top of your head when he let himself into your apartment. 

“Smells fuckin’ amazing in here,” he said, carrying a bottle of wine into your kitchen. You groaned and he frowned as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You don’t sound happy to see me, I do something?” 

“No,” you sighed and scrunched your nose. “I’m just way behind, I’ve run into nothing but problems, it’s been just a comedy of errors starring me and my kitchen today…” 

“Here,” he said, setting the wine down and looking around your small kitchen for a moment. He went to the cutting board where you had set out the vegetables for the salad. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and washing his hands before picking up a knife. “I got this unless there’s somethin’ else that would be better.” 

You just looked at him for as he started chopping a carrot. After a moment he frowned and glanced at you. 

“Really startin’ to think I did somethin’ that I don’t know I did,” he said, looking at you skeptically. 

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” You shook your head and smiled. He smirked. 

“Well, wasn’t trying to but I’ll take what I can get…” 

You went back to getting the green beans ready to go into the oven next to the roast chicken, looking over at Joel cutting vegetables, his forearms looking far better than anyone’s forearms had any right to. 

“You like that thing where you only cut off part of the skin of the cucumber, right?” He asked, glancing over at you. 

“That’s it,” you yanked at the apron tie, the towel you’d tucked into it falling to the floor before you pulled it up and over your head, leaving it on the counter before you grabbed Joel and kissed him, pressing your body against his, your fingers tangling in his hair. He dropped the knife with a clatter to the cutting board as his hands went around to your ass, pulling your hips against his own. You pressed him back toward your bedroom and his hands slid lower, down to your thighs, tugging you up until your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you back to your bedroom, setting you on the bed before unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them and your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the floor. 

“Got me starving, Baby,” he kissed up your calf to your knee to your thigh until he reached your slit, his tongue teasing your seam. “And you taste fuckin’ delicious.” 

He flicked your clit, his brown eyes looking up your body to your face until your head dropped back onto the mattress with a desperate moan. You felt him smile against you as his tongue parted your lower lips, plundering your tight, wet hole. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned as his tongue sank into you, his nose pressing into your clit. Your hand went down to find his head, grabbing at his curls as your hips rocked against his face. You couldn’t help it, he felt too damn good. He looped his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer, pressing his tongue deeper into you, devouring you and your wetness, making your back arch and your core tighten around him. 

“C’mon baby,” he panted for breath, thrusting two fingers deep inside you and hooking them into the soft place inside you that he’d made his own. He put his lips to your clit and sucked, making you squirm, your body wound so tight it felt like you were about to snap. He pressed a kiss to your clit and licked it before pulling back ever so slightly. “Want to feel you cum for me…” 

His tongue was back inside you, working in tandem with his fingers as his nose brushed your clit. Your hands flew to the bed, fisting your quilt as you pressed your hips against his face and your orgasm took hold, the urgent, pulsing heat flooding you. He ate you through it, unrelenting, moaning as your slick fell on his tongue. 

When your body went limp, he slid his fingers and tongue from you, wiping his mouth before he pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, shoving them off his body before kissing up your stomach to your chest to your throat to your mouth, unbuttoning your shirt as he went, his weight settling between your thighs. His hard length was weeping against your slit, the head of him brushing against your swollen clit. 

“Did so good, cummin’ all over me,” he said, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with the mint of his toothpaste. You smiled a little at that, that he’d brushed his teeth before coming over. “Want you to do that again while I’m inside you…” 

His lips brushed yours when he spoke and you nodded against him, still needy and desperate. He kissed you as he parted your inner walls, aching and tight in spite of your orgasm. 

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned as his head met your back wall, your pussy stretched around him. “You feel too damn good…” 

You rocked your hips up against him and he moaned, dropping his head to your chest as your channel gripped him. While he was distracted, you pushed off the bed and rolled him onto his back, keeping him deep inside you as you settled on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands went to your ass, fingers digging into your plush flesh as you pressed yourself down on him. 

“Still don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he said as you tugged off your shirt and cast it aside before unhooking your bra and freeing your breasts. “Fucking hell, Baby…” 

You just smiled down at him, putting your hands on his stomach to balance yourself as you started to rise and fall over his cock. You started slow, coming up far enough that just his head was inside you before taking all of him back into you again. Every stroke stretched you to just shy of the point of pain, his cock making room for him inside of you. You paused every few thrusts, grinding your hips down against his, pushing him almost impossibly deeper, his head catching on the place in you that made your body tighten further. 

His hands went to your waist and he guided you as you rode him, thrusting up against you as your clit pressed down against him, moving faster and harder over him as your orgasm built. 

“Fuck, Baby, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he panted below you. “Fuckin’ perfect, Jesus…” 

“Want you to cum,” you moaned, your cunt gripping him tight. “Want to make you cum…” 

“Just keep doin’ that,” his grip on you tightened. “Won’t be able to stop myself, you keep doin’ that…” 

“Good,” you ground down against him, making his hips stutter below you. “Don’t want you stop, want you to fill me up…” “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pulled you down tight against him and you felt him come apart inside you, his pulsing triggering your own orgasm, making you moan. “You feel so goddamn good.” 

You collapsed on him as your orgasm eased, panting for breath as you kissed him, his spend combining with yours inside of you. He put his arms around you and rolled onto his side, keeping his gradually softening cock within you. 

“Gonna need you to give me some specific notes about what I did to get you to do that,” he teased, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip to your waist. 

“Don’t act like you’ve ever had to try that hard to get me into bed,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah but I’d kill to get you to jump me in the kitchen again,” he kissed your nose. “Sexy as hell…” 

You giggled and pressed yourself closer, kissing his throat, enjoying the afterglow when your smoke alarm went off. 

“Shit!” You all but jumped away from him and grabbed your robe from your bedpost, throwing it on as you ran to the kitchen, waving your hands to try to clear the air around the smoke detector. Smoke was pouring from your oven, the smell of burning chicken thick on the air. You turned off the oven and opened the door, grabbing your oven mitts and pulling out the food, putting it on top of your stove, feeling like you were about to cry. The chicken skin was charcoal black. So were the potatoes. Joel, his jeans back on and his hair a tangled mess, slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you back against him as he pressed his lips to your temple. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice thick, oven mitts still on your hands as they hung limply at your sides. “Ugh, I’ve just fucked up everything today…” 

“Definitely didn’t fuck up everything,” he said gently. “C’mon. I know you’ve got some dress I’m gonna want to rip off you the second you put it on, go get changed and I’ll show you off. Make all these other men think I sold my soul to get you on my arm… We’ll get dinner, maybe find a place to hear some music. Promise, it’ll be fun.” 

You laughed a little and looked over at the pie sitting on your table. 

“Well, at least we’ve got dessert,” you sighed, leaning your head back onto him. 

Joel nipped your throat. 

“Damn right we do.” 

You smiled a little and kissed him before going to get changed, picturing Joel with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows again, his cum dripping down your leg. Definitely worth it.

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #lavender #follower celebration

[deadgirlkisses]

Hi!! I would like to ask, if possible, the lifestyle of Baro x black reader in general with the mention of household chores, what they do with their free time, how they sleep together and more if you have inspiration😊

Bye 🫶🏽

Mr. n' Ms.' routine ♡

in which you spend a day with barou.

c.w: black reader, pro footballer! barou, fly girl shit, the gym, idk anything else!

a.n: i post like every blue moon i swear LMFAOOOOO, but anyways, thank you for asking!

morning:

barou wakes up pretty early in the morning to head for training so you wake up without him, but he sends you a voice note saying sweet words to you! something like:

" mornin' doll ♡, practise was good, i'm driving right now but i'm gonna get something from that caffe you were talking about. anyways, i'll reach in 20 minutes, tops, so don't miss me too much, babe, i'll be there. love you forever. "

you get ready to make some breakfast for yourself, (or if you feel lazy to, you can order!) and do your cute lil' skin n' hygiene routine!

when he comes back home, he makes sure to pester you with tons of kisses and goes straight to shower & change and comes back to eat breakfast with you.

you two work together to wash and put away the dishes which typically takes hours because you two are mostly just talking about the most stupid shit, but work gets done!

you can finally get to work in your cute office in which barou chills out in the living room watching some of his favourite shows until he gets bored and starts trying to cuddle with you while you're trying to focus.

afternoon:

'rou knows how to cook real bad, so expect him to make you something really nice, maybe even something from your culture because you taught him how to make it!

but lunch is that time of the day when you don.t need to eat anything that big and appetizing (if i'm correct) and so, he would probably make you a sandwich or order something for you if he feels too tired to make anything and you're too busy.

now in the afternoon, he gets pretty tired and takes a nap in your shared bed after playing some FIFA or probably COD and just dozes off, but always tosses and turns incase you're not there laying next to him :(

you tend to do some laundry and organizing your closets and cleaning up a bit before eating some lunch and going back to work!

if barou doesn't feel tired, he'll help you clean up or will clean up himself!

night:

barou and you tend to go to the gym at night since not that many people are there and it feels more soothing to work out at night.

he drives while you're the passenger princess (he jokes about this a lot and once called himself "passenger king" when you were driving) looking all dolled up but ready for a pretty nice work out.

he helps you through out like a personal trainer and listens to your shared playlist during the exercise until you're done n' head out.

he normally gives you the aux and can be seen mouthing the lyrics to your favourite songs since you're always playing them in the car with his left hand steerin' while the other grippin' your thigh (alexa, play "don't" by bryson tiller!).

" ugh, i'm so tired, i wanna go home, and my thighs hurt :( " " no worries, i'll stretch you out, alright? " " mmh, that sounds nice- wait stretch me out? what you mean by that? " " in the way a queen needs to be stretched out ♡ "

you two take a nice bath together and do your night routine together taking 30 minutes until you make dinner together, making a beautiful dish!

once done eating, its back to the kitchen again to wash and put back all the dishes, brushing your teeth in the bathroom, hopping into your bed and watching your favourite netflix show and maybe doing something crazy ♡

but, at the end of the day, dolls need their beauty sleep and lovin' ♡

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