#to lock up lol i'm too lazy for that
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ed steve being ghosted by billy and assuming it's bc of his body or weight
tw: eating disorder (anorexia)
btw this is angst with happy ending
"So, um, yeah. Just call me back if you want to do something tomorrow night."
Steve hung up the phone, wiping his sweaty palm on the leg of his jeans.
He had had plans with Billy last night. Plans that, when Steve texted to confirm, never actually happened.
He had texted to see if Billy wanted to do something tonight.
No response.
Texted to say that he was free all weekend if Billy was available.
No response.
So, the phone call was his last-ditch effort.
He called Billy, said it's okay if he's too busy, but they could hang out tomorrow night. Steve's parents would be gone.
Usually, the promise of sex had Billy chomping at the bit to spend some time with Steve. Even if they weren't together they were mostly dating. Their hangouts didn't feel all that platonic, especially when they ended with serious make-out sessions, or with Billy spending the night in Steve's bed.
He bit at his nails, tossing his phone down on the bed next to him, flopping back to lie down.
He was trying not to overthink.
Billy is probably just busy. He's on the basketball team, and he's on the fucking Model U.N., and that stupid club (that Steve doesn't understand) eats up time like nothing else.
The bitchy voice in his head tells him that he's just too busy for Steve.
He's probably bored of him, anyway.
Steve really only has a handful of interesting things to say, and he tells the same stories again and again.
Plus, he's kinda gross.
He used to be good-looking, back when he was on the swim team and working out for hours every day.
He's not muscular anymore, he hasn't been in a while.
Once he quit sports, he was toeing the line of fat, and at least he isn't that anymore.
Well, he still is. Toeing the line, that is.
He's constantly trying not to put on more weight.
It's hard, when it seems that everything he eats goes right to his tummy, or his back, or his stupid stupid thighs.
He's been trying to keep everything under control.
He only eats once a day, if that, and he's been trying to skip when he can. He's been on an every-other-day eating streak for the past few days, and he's thinking, if Billy is so utterly disgusted by him, that he won't even respond, maybe he needs to widen that gap. See if he can go two days between.
The weight should stay off, and maybe, once he finally gets thin enough, maybe he can try again with Billy.
Once he's not quite so big, maybe he'll even let Billy fuck him with the lights on.
Or, maybe, Billy is simply done with him.
He's sick of Steve and his gross, ugly body, and ghosting him is the easiest way to do it. He doesn't have to even have to see Steve again. He can just go away and never have to look at him-
The window rattled, and Billy tumbled in unceremoniously, leaves in his hair and a cut on his cheek.
He grinned at Steve from the floor.
"Hey, Stevie."
"Billy, shit. What are you doing here?"
Steve sat up quickly, yanking the blanket over his legs, not wanting Billy to see him in such short shorts.
"My dad took my fucking phone. Something about breaking curfew, and I was super grounded last night, so I missed our date. He's fucking passed out by now, so, I thought I'd ninja my way in here."
He stood up, shaking the leaves out of his hair and dusting off his jeans.
Steve was still more than a little bit caught up on the missed our date part of what he'd said.
"Sorry? Date?"
Billy stared at him.
"Don't tell me you forgot. We were supposed to go to a movie yesterday."
"Yeah, I remember. I guess I just. I didn't know it was a date?"
And Billy, bless those big blue eyes of his, just kept staring at Steve.
And Steve was starting to feel a little squeamish about how much he was looking at him.
"Why wouldn't it be? I mean, did I just climb up that fucking stupid tree just to have you dump me, because that really-"
"No!" Steve said, wincing at how loud his voice was. "I just, I thought we were friends."
And then Billy's face went bright fucking red, and he looked down at his boots, probably getting dirt and mud on Steve's bedroom floor.
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. I guess I misread, I mean. I'm sorry-"
Steve decided he'd have to throw caution to the wind here.
He tried to ignore the sight of his own legs, walking up to stand nearly toe-to-toe with Billy.
"I didn't think you liked me like that."
Billy looked back up at him, making quick eye contact before looking away again.
"I know what people say about me, but I don't just sleep with anyone."
"No, I mean I didn't think you liked me like that. I didn't think I was." Steve stopped himself. Now it was his turn to look away.
"What? Didn't think you were what?"
"Good enough," Steve breathed between them. "I'm not. You can do better."
Billy didn't say anything, and for one terrible moment, Steve thought he was going to agree. He was going to agree and leave the way he climbed in.
"Nah. Nothin' better than you."
Billy kissed him tenderly, and holy shit, how had Steve thought they were friends this whole time? Maybe he's a fucking idiot too-
"Stop thinking. Just let me kiss you, Baby."
It was easy to stop thinking while Billy kissed him. Because Billy kissed him like he was special.
Billy kissed Steve the same way Steve kissed Billy.
Like he loves him.
#tw eating disorder#tw anorexia#steve harrington#billy hargrove#harringrove#yikes writes#this is kinda shitty but I'm writing so fast bc there's two of us at work and i need to finish before the other girl bc i don't want#to lock up lol i'm too lazy for that
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Happy Birthday kenma x fem!reader
note: this is my first time writing real smut, i think. tell me what u guys think. i need feedback so i can get better. also had my friends proofread this for me, that's how anxious i am lol
Word count: 1.2k
CW: smut 18+, unprotected sex, P -> V sex, quickie, kissing, kenma is a whore and a lazy mf, reader has fem parts and is referred to as a girl, creampie, you pull his hair once, pet names.
divider cred: kithsune
"Ken! They're waiting for you what in the-" Your boyfriend, the birthday boy, is hurling you down the stairs... Into the little closet under the stairs to hide from his friends.
"I don't wanna hear Kuroo and Bokuto's shitty happy birthday singing." He mumbles quietly to you. Kuroo somehow has impeccable hearing. It's easy for him to pick your boyfriend out of a crowd with no problem.
"Oh come on Kenma, you listen to them sing every year. This one won't be any different." The closet provides no light and is stuffy. Even though you can't see your boyfriend you know there's a big pout on his face.
"Please.. it's so embarrassing. They always record it because they know I hate it." He grabs your hand, squeezing softly. His face is so close to yours you can feel his warm breath tickle your skin.
"Okay, then what do you suggest we do? They're gonna start looking for us soon. I'm sure the closet is kind of an obvious spot." One thing you'd never take into account when first dating Kenma was his sneakiness. So of course when you feel his hand slip up your shirt you gasp in shock.
"In the closet?" The disbelief in your voice caused a soft chuckle to escape the gamer's throat. You've watched him become more of a man every day, little by little. His deep voice reminds you of how in high school Kenma's voice was high pitched. He was the definition of puberty.
"Yeah, I haven't had you today because you've spent all day planning this dumb party. I think I'm ready for my birthday present."
He can't see you but he knows your body well enough to find those plush lips and plant a sloppy kiss on them. You meet his lips trying to match his slow pace. If you were being honest you wanted him too.. all day long.
His hands move from your tummy down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. "I love your ass." He says opening his mouth while you continue to give him open-mouthed kisses along his pretty face.
"I think I can tell." You wrap your arms around his neck, placing little kisses on his neck. You know he likes it.
You're still unsure of doing this, mainly because all of Kenma's friends are not too far from the closet that has no lock on it. Things could easily go south. Kuroo would love to get in on the action if he were to find you guys, he has before.
A slim finger hooks onto your waistband and slowly pulls at it. "Quit being a tease. If we're doing this, then hurry up." Kenma only smirks at your sudden urgency.
Kenma closes the distance, his voice soft in your ear, "Calm down momma." He's playing dirty now.
He knows that nickname makes you fold. Every. Damn. Time. With your brain being slightly clouded he's able to take control.
You were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the closet because you weren't planning to wear any cute panties until all the guests left.
He caresses your thigh, dragging out the growing arousal in your gut. There's most likely a wet spot on your panties right now.
"Is it bad I'm already hard?" His voice is hoarse even though you guys haven't done anything yet.
"Stop playing, touch me, Ken." You whine getting fed up with his incessant teasing.
"Okay, princess, whatever you want." Without wasting any time your panties are pulled down and two of Kenma's fingers find your dripping cunt.
He's quick to push his fingers in. It hurts just a little bit but the pain goes away as his fingers work you open. "Hah, so good cuz of my skillful gam-"
"Fuck- if you say your 'skillful gamer hands' I'm going to leave this closet." Kenma knows you won't leave the closet, not when he's fucking you so good with his fingers.
Your boyfriend continues at a quick pace. To stay upright you have one hand gripping his shoulder, while your other reaches to rub sloppy circles into your clit.
"So pretty when you touch yourself." He moans rather loudly. It takes him by surprise when you stop touching yourself to cover his mouth. Your juices get on his face.
"Shhhh. Your loud ass is gonna get us caught." Instead of listening to your warning, he tries to push you over the edge. His other hand finds your clit that you abandoned. You would think that his movement would be sloppy, but yet here he is being precise with the way he fucks you with his fingers.
This time around you let out a moan, not as loud as Kenma's. You've concluded that your boyfriend is kind of a slut for you.
Kenma knows that you're getting close. The way your breathing changes, the way you desperately clutch to him, the way you stumble on your words, he loves all of it.
"Getting close?" He teased.
You don't say anything- or more like you can't say anything. Pleasure clouds your mind. All you want is to cum.
"Hah- can't cum yet baby. 's my birthday." With that statement, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to admire the slick on them.
The blonde pulls his cock free from those restraining pants of his. A small groan escapes those plush lips of his when he thumbs at his slit. And he doesn't warn you before entering your pussy.
You gasp rather loudly, his cock filling you up to the brim just the way you like it.
Kenma lets out the loudest moan ever when he feels your tight pussy squeeze him. You count about a minute before he starts to move.
His thrusts aren't calculated as usual. Kenma is a very smart person and weighs out his options before doing something, but when it comes to you, he always loses himself. He calls you the most dangerous weapon.
The grip you have on his shoulders is deadly. You decide to kiss him, only to shut up his loud moans.
Kenma continues at this uneven pace, fucking up into your dripping cunt. You move one hand into his hair to pull at it.
"Shit, Mommy- feels so good," Kenma whines into your ear and you melt on the spot.
Kenma feels you squeeze his cock more than you did before. Your eyes screw shut and you see white.
"I'm gonna-"
Kenma beats you to it by a few seconds. That pretty cock of his paints your insides white, not slowing down for a second. The sounds your bodies make slapping against each other are loud and obnoxious.
You're quick to cum after him, pleasure taking over your body, which almost gave out and it wasn't even crazy sex.
"Ken, we... we gotta hurry up. I'll go change and-"
Kenma finds your panties, and pulls them back up, a sinister smile growing. "Be good mama, don't let them know what we were doing."
"You don't expect me to go out there full of-"
"Hell yeah, I do." He pulls his boxers and pants up.
In the closet, he grabs your hand while leading you out.
end note: idk how to feel abt this.. ik its my first time. but i still dont like it lol. tell me what u think
#kozume kenma haikyuu#kenma kozume haikyuu#kenma smut#kozume kenma x reader#kenma x reader#kenma kozume x f!reader#kozume kenma#kozume kenma smut#haikyuu smut#haikyuu!! smut#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#kenma kozume x reader fluff#hq kenma#kenma#kenma kuzome#kodzuken#haikyuu x reader
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the movie aint better ya goofs (don't read if you don't wanna hear my slander lol,,,)
"Movie!Gabriel is better than show!Gabriel because he actually cares for his son and gets redeemed"
istg this fandom's obsession with redemption needs to END
Morally better character ≠ better writing
Can I just get a piece of media that tells kids "hey, ur abusive parent was an asshole, and even if they had humanity you do not need to reconcile and forgive them in the end" bc I feel like that's what show!Gabriel leans towards which is great
Gabriel barely talks to Adrien in the movie and suddenly when he sees him under CN's mask his entire reign of terror, his determination to see his dead wife again ends in a tearful hug lmao come on now
("but the ending where Adrien suddenly loves his dad again???"- Astruc has been pretty blunt on Twitter that this perfect society you see in S5's ending is built off of a lie, so Adrien is def not gonna just keep that view)
"Adrien actually stands up to his dad in the movie!"
Movie!Adrien is legit a normal human boy, not a sentimonster who is literally physically incapable of fighting back against whoever has his amok
He DOES fight back (even in S1 as CN!), but people like to remember the show only up to S3. Guess what, he learns to fight back and stand up for himself through his growing bonds and relationships with those around him through character development ✨✨✨
Also, he is an abused kid??? In the show?? How can you knock him down a peg for not fighting back,,, 😭 Adrien's lesson isn't that he needs to learn how to fight back, it's that Nathalie shoulda called cps sooner!!! In the movie they are much more of an estranged father-son pair than anything abusive. So obviously the back talk is much easier too. Movie!Adrien gets to go out alone and with friends unless his dad has specifically planted an enemy where he is. Show!Adrien has been beaten, mind controlled, forced to hurt Marinette, isolated and locked up, etc.- he has been TERRIFIED of his dad multiple times.
"Marinette isn't an obsessive stalker in this!"
SIGH.
Man I am so sick of this complaint- the show has never rewarded Marinette for her obsessive behavior. BC IT IS A CHARACTER FLAW. One they use for cringe comedic purposes, but a flaw nonetheless. Every time she has done anything that hurts others in pursuit of Adrien she is punished by the writers. And bc the show has an episodic monster-of-the-week format, this plot is recycled a lot (which is its own complaint). And guess what? SHE STOPS BEING OBSESSIVE. YEAH. SHE STOPS DOING THAT SHIT- so what do you want now??? She grew out of it after it costs her the miraculous so why tf are yalls still hurling this at her like its a L,,,,
This Marinette is just a watered down boring version of show!Marinette. She's just a girl who gets insecure at times but grows confident bc she's Ladybug. Ok. So is our Marinette but MORE. Our Marinette is super smart, creative, resourceful, an overthinker, extremely kind and selfless to others, gets jealous and reckless when her emotions get the better of her, etc. She is fully formed even after watching just 3 episodes of S1.
Like the fact that they didn't even bother to include the oh so important hook of the show- her lucky charm power- shows they didn't care about doing this story justice- its so transparently lazy writing 💀 (miraculous of creation where??? CN gets cataclysm for destruction but what is movie!LB bringing to the yin yang table,,,)
Legitimately all the comparisons I'm hearing from people saying the movie is better are from those who just aren't caught up with the show where Marinette is no longer toxically obsessive with Adrien, where the plot/lore is insane but 10000000x better and more creative than what the movie gave us, the love square was much better developed EVEN FROM JUST THE ORIGINS EPISODES, etc. Istg these people stopped at S3 where the show was at its worst (if I were to pinpoint it)
Everything is so watered down or changed for the worse
Adrienette bonding was 1 conversation and 2 seconds about his mom in a voiceless montage. Marinette didn't fall for him bc of his kindness after a misunderstanding, it was bc he looked handsome in the library's light lol. He called her weird and didn't think twice about putting on his earphones to listen to more alpha podcasts. You really do wonder why she likes this dude over her partner CN bc they have no connection at all.
Movie!Adrien was an asshole don't you dare do show!Adrien dirty by comparing him to this ellen degeneres alien lookin mf
When movie!Adrien is crying after Mari reveals herself as LB, unlike the show, here you're like "yeah no you only like her now bc she's LB lol"
Anyways feel free to enjoy what you enjoy but uuuuuhhhh this movie getting a 3/10 for me would not rewatch
Oh wait the good things
-Visuals
-Some Ladynoir scenes were cute, like them playfully fighting with the accidental wall pin
-I liked Ladybug moving away from CN's kiss- nice hint of angst
-Chloe's coffee stain scene
-Luka cameos were cute
songs were bad or mid
ya das it
I guess feel free to talk to me in my inbox about your own thoughts if you wish (respectfully plz)
#ml#mlb#miraculous ladybug#ml movie salt#ml movie#miraculous awakening#sidrabbles#rant#making me dick ride for this show so hard is so sick and twisted but i cant let the germy stans remain unscathed#millionaire corporate ceo is ur manz huh come on now
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Grand Admiral Leviathan thought cause we barely have enough of him!!:
Tags: washed up Leviathan wanting to relive the memories, This is so poorly written, mentions of devildom world building, OOC Leviathan, Leviathan missing his sailors but also being embarrassed of them because their all drunken idiots lol
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Because of how much time has passed with the human world modernizing and not in touch with the spirit realm anymore (due to technology and the majority of people not using religion HEAVILY as logic. Like I'm talking witch trials logic).
There aren't a lot of pirates (specifically demon pirates) smuggling devildom products, fruits, or creatures to the human world anymore.
As a result, Leviathan's sailors are really rusty and bored. Like the demons in devildom are minding their own businesses, the sinners who didn't get the luxury of avoiding damnation are too busy probably burning in one of the circles of hell, humans aren't really interfering with the spiritual realm, and angels...Well, they're too busy guarding the gates of heaven, monitoring earth, and helping lost souls.
So, really, there's nothing for the navy to do nowadays. Everyone is kind of in retirement.
Most of the day, they just spend their time cleaning the docks, fishing, harassing the sirens, going out to the pub- and just lazing around. You'd think their all-powerful leader would take this as an embarrassment and punish his lazy workers, right?
Nope! He fell victim to this too.
With nothing to patrol, no demons to interigate, and no black market businesses going on anymore - the grand admiral of hell has now become an otaku..
Now locked in his room, he watches anime as a way to blissfully repress those memories he longs for..Or maybe he watches it to relive those memories, or perhaps it's to hide away from the shame..Who knows?
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The waves crashed, the swords collided, and their cries echoed the ocean. The two men fought as their lives depended on it.
"Goddamn it, tell me where you hid it!"
CLASH!
"I have no idea what you're talking ABOUT!!"
Thunder struck as they continued to fight. As the brunette fell back onto the wooden floors of the ship, his crewmates were swift to fight in his place while they helped him up. Just as the fight was about to reach its climax, the blonde screamed as he was pushed down by one of the brunettes crew. Now, being restrained by two team members, the brunette walked towards him, deadpanning as he wiped the dirt off his face.
"Where is it? I can do this the easy way..Or the hard way.."
"Try me."
SLAP
"Heh..Hit me harder."
In disgust, the brunette spat on the blonde's face as he scowled.
"You're disgusting. I bet you enjoyed that..Now. Where is it?"
The blonde chuckled as he stared up at the brunette.
"It's....."
With an abrupt ending, the episode ended as the theme song began to play with the background. Angry, he slammed his hand against the ground and he wailed as his tail heavily swished with the air in annoyance.
"Fuck! Another cliffhanger? Again?!"
Scratching his scalp with his talons, Leviathan fought the urge to whine and roll on the floor in a fit as he looked at the time.
"I'd stay up..But I have this stupid fucking council meeting tommorow ughhhhh!! Like what's the point of these meetings? We don't even do much in it! It doesn't even make a difference!"
Letting out a groan, Leviathan sighed as he recalled the warning from Lucifer.
'Remember..Tommorow we will be discussing the safety of our students. Lately, the sirens and succubi have been scheming something..'
Believe it or not, Leviathan himself went out to see what these seducers were up to. He was so excited to finally have something interesting happen, something he could use his skills for, anything to get that excitement again!
But nope. Turned out, it was some MLM scam. So much for some secretive organized crime..
His brothers don't know this since he's embarrassed to admit it, but he's desperate to be relevant or 'on the chase' again.
Like...Mammon runs a casino. Lucifer has parties with the elites in hell to have fun with. Satan is busy tormenting the sinners suffering in the nine circles for fun. Belphegor is busy visiting people's dreams and giving them sleep paralysis demons. Asmodeus is too busy clubbing - and oh yeah, he owns a club full of succubus and inncubi. Beelzebub, surprisingly, is helping with the food production in devildom..Hell even Diavolo himself has been making deals with human celebrities!
But Leviathan.. He's too busy in his room watching anime..
Pondering as he sat quiet in the room. Leviathan looked at his closet, furrowing his eyebrows as he frowned.
When was the last time he ever wore that uniform?
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Overall, with how I see it, I see Leviathan as this ancient evil who is capable of so much chaos and destruction. But because of his low self-esteem, the new world, and his struggles with getting back on track- he's more softer and out of touch with his roots.
I mean, for crying out loud, he knows Lotan, the monster of the sea - infamous drowning sailors! He definitely knows the kraken, the most infamous feared creature known for its size and power. And probably Cthulhu, known as the great old ones! I mean, for an old eldritch, of course, it would have definitely come face to face with one of the first fallen angels that introduced the branches of sin. I'm pretty sure Leviathan, for shits and giggles, had brunch with this guy one time!
Leviathan often wonders how his sailors are doing. At the same time, he doesn't want to see them since the last time he ever resurfaced and visited the navy.. It was a disaster.
Like, don't ever mention the incident of 1955 to him. That year, when he came back to visit after so long, the sailors were so awkward around him, his elite captains weren't even there, the place set on fire- and it was just a disaster. The whole thing was broadcasted on the radio, and his brothers till this day make fun of him for it.
Back when Leviathan was in his prime time in the navy. He had a lot of fun torturing any pirates that went against Diavolo's orders, and most importantly- the reputation he had as Hell's most terrifying military man.
I mean if anyone crossed his way, he'd make an example out of them by tearing them in half and putting their heads ontop of the flag pole!
Man, does he miss those days..I mean of course, he still has his reputation! And he loves his anime conventions and series! But it's just not the same..
But thinking of those things..Leviathan thinks that maybe one day, he could perhaps try again and visit the navy. Maybe talk to the old cryptids and witches of the sea!
But yeah! That's all the brain dump I have for now. Lemme know if you have any thoughts or ideas for Grand Admiral Levi!
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#obey me x reader#obey me levi x reader#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#yandere grand admiral levi#grand admiral leviathan#obey me headcanons#obey me shitpost#obey me
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is this love?
pairing: Vada Cavell x fem!reader
summary: reader goes on Vada's laptop and finds something very interesting on it
words: 2.204k
warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing, bad writing, let me know if there's anything else
authors note: this is my first time writing for Vada so if she seems OOC i'm sorry💀
vada (1:31am) wher r u?
me (1:33am): at home...?
vada (1:33am): cum over 2 watch a movie 🙃🙃
vada (1:33am): come* lol
vada (1:33am): cum 👉👌
me (1:34am): hilarious. why do you want me over vads?
vada (1:36am): bord and snakish
me (1:36am): it's half one in the morning
vada (1:36am): pls:( not evn for ur wife???💔
me (1:38am): what snacks do you want me to bring?
vada (1:38am): :D
vada (1:38am): takis, that choalet u like, waterlemon siur patch kid
me (1:39am): okay, i'll be over in a few
vada (1:39am): tyty
me (1:39am): 🙄🖤
vada (1:40am): 🤭🤭
You shook your head in amusement as you shoved your foot into your vans, soon after shoving your phone into the baggy hoodie you owned.
Of course only for Vada -your girlfriend- you'd sneak out in the middle of the night to bring snacks and to watch movies.
The chokehold that girl had on you was beyond tight.
Grabbing your headphones, backpack, wallet and phone you silently sneaked your way down the stairs, you took painfully slow steps to make sure you wouldn't make a sound.
After what felt like an eternity you had made it outside with the key to the garage, you quickly went to unlock it and retrieved your broken blue bike. It was barley rideable, but still good enough for you.
You locked the garage, keeping the keys in your pocket before you began biking away towards the closest 7/11.
The headphones placed on your ears filled the silence of the night with the sweet melody of Lana Del Rey.
After a handful of songs and halfway through White Mustang you arrived at the small store, it being the only twenty four hour store that was closest to yours and Vada's house.
You hopped off your bike before you entered, you had already memorised what Vada wanted. It didn't take you long before you were at the counters paying for the snacks, trying not to laugh at the clearly high worker who tried to act sober.
"Thanks." The worker gave a lazy thumbs up as he cracked an even lazier smile, you chuckled as you shoved your purchases into your backpack.
You sat back down on your bike as you checked on your phone to see three unread messages by Vada.
vada (1:43am): pls ride save 🚲🚲🚲🥽🥽🛟
vada (1:57am): jez what's takis so long?
vada (1:57am): 🪚
me (1:59am): 1) i will, don't worry❤️ 2) i have to ride to the store then to yours, plus my bike is shit. 3) no we're not watching saw, last time you watched it you got nightmares
vada (1:59am): ur alive!!!🧟♀️🚫
vada (2:00am): hury up
You laughed to yourself as you kept your phone back into its original position, peddling away before you took your hand out of your pocket.
Lana Del Rey's mystical voice sung a few more songs in your ears before you arrived outside of the Cavell residence.
You swiftly got off of the bike before you walked it up the pathway to keep leaning it against the wall.
Opening the gate you silently walked over to the back door to where Vada was already waiting for you, smiling brightly when she noticed your presence.
"Y/n! Hi!" She whispered yelled as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug. You smiled down at her as you wrapped your arms around her.
"Hey, Vads." You replied with a warm smile as butterflies flew around in your stomach at the contact.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Vada gazed up at you and stole a kiss from you before she headed towards the cabinets.
You took the moment for freedom to take off your shoes, placing them neatly in the corner of the room.
Vada went on her tippy toes as she reached two glasses from a cabinet, dropping them a bit too carelessly making you wince.
"Wanna do me a favour?" Vada asked as she grinned at you, hopping over to the alcohol cabinet as she took out a bottle of vodka.
You raised your eyebrows as you leaned against the counter. "Depends what that is."
"Go on my laptop and choose a movie for us to watch while I make us our drinks." She said as she shook the bottle of vodka daringly in her hands.
You laughed as you nodded your head, pushing yourself off the counter. "You already know what I'm going to put on."
"We are not watching Spider-Man again. I beg you."
"Fine." You decided with a roll of your eyes, somewhat not surprised Vada didn't want to watch Spider-Man for probably the fifth time this week.
Without a noise you made your way up the stairs and towards Vada's dimly lit bedroom. You shrugged off your backpack as you dropped down on Vada's snuggliest bed.
Her laptop was already on her bed so you thankfully didn't have to get back up, stretching until you reached it and swiftly pulled the laptop onto your lap.
You opened the laptop and immediately winced at the brightness, of fucking course Vada would put her laptop at full brightness at night.
You hurriedly lowered the brightness until you could actually look at it.
That's when you noticed the laptop was making a noise.
The Sims theme played lowly, an audio that was instantly recognisable. You smiled as you noticed Vada was still in her world.
Deciding there was no harm in it, you began looking around the beautifully decorated house Vada had built.
It was a perfect house for the family Tara had made.
The first sim you noticed was a toddler, a boy with y/h/c coloured hair and a freckled face.
You smiled at how cute the sim was as your eyes flickered down to the corner of the screen where a small row of sims' faces was at.
Finding the toddler's face you hover the mouse over it to get the name of the sim.
Tod Y/l/n-Cavell
You blinked, then blinked again at the name.
Y/l/n-Cavell
No fucking way.
Without hesitation you swiftly moved the mouse to hover over the next sim, a teenage girl who had dark brown hair.
Delilah Y/l/n-Cavell
A smug smile had appeared on your lips as your eyes gazed over to the two final remain sims. Promptly you clicked onto the next sim this time, which teleported you over to where the sim was.
Your eyes widened as you noticed the name and what the sim was doing.
Y/n L/n-Cavell was the name given to the sim that you couldn't see since it was woohooing the last sim.
You purse your lips as you stifle a laugh, much slower than before you moved to hover the mouse over the final sim which heavily resembled Vada's face.
Not to your surprise, the name 'Vada Yl/n-Cavell' appeared as the mouse hovered over the sim.
Just as you read the name a frantic Vada flung the door open as she practically dived in your direction, slamming the laptop closed on your lap.
With Vada half on you, half not, your eyes travelled down to her face, where you couldn't see her beauty since she was hiding it on the mattress next to your thigh.
"Please tell me you didn't see a thing." She begged through a muffled voice, you closed your eyes for a few seconds as you tried to not let out a laugh.
Swallowing any hint of laughter you said: "I didn't see anything," A small snort of laughter escaped as you muttered. "Mrs Y/l/n-Cavell."
Vada groaned loudly as she hid her face further into the bed, throwing her hands over her head as she tried to hide herself even further.
"I think it's adorable!" You said as you managed to stifle most of the laughter, Vada violently shook her head. "You're just saying that."
"No I'm not." Vada lifted her head as she gave you an unamused expression. "You're laughing."
"I'm not." You told her with a serious expression, the corners of your lift kept lifting as you fought a smile. "I just didn't expect to see a sim version of myself fucking a sim version of you." You managed to get halfway through the sentence before you let out a deep laugh, instantly covering your mouth with your hand to try to hide it.
Vada groaned as she slammed her head back down to hide in the duvet. "I'm never showing you my face ever again." Vada declared to you, you smiled as you positioned your hand on top of Vada's hand.
"And how exactly are you planning to never show your face to me again?" You taunted her with a grin.
"I'll just wear a mask everywhere like that weird Minecraft streamer." Vada exaggerated through a muffled voice as you tried hiding your laughter.
You shook your head mostly to yourself to try to stop laughing as you looked down at Vada.
"And deprive me of that pretty face of yours?" Vada nodded her head, her head still hid in the sheets. "Yes. You better start getting ready to bang me with a mask on for the rest of your life."
"Is it at least a ghostface mask?"
Vada stayed silent for a few moments, as if the words you said had actually gotten to her, before she shook her head.
"No! Making me horny won't make me forget about this."
You mentally reminded yourself to carry on that conversation another time with Vada.
"Vada, I promise you, it's not that bad. It's actually cute as shit." You insisted with no laughter that time, Vada slowly picked up her head to look up at you.
Her eyes narrowed on yours as she leaned against your thigh. "You're not bullshitting me?"
You smiled as you nodded your head enthusiastically at your girlfriend. "I'd never lie to you."
"It's still embarrassing." Vada whined as she snuggled further into your clothed thigh. You laughed lowly as you removed the laptop off of your lap, placing it onto the empty space next to you.
"The most embarrassing thing about it is that you actually think I'd let you name our child Tod." You jested with a humorous grin.
Honestly, you didn't know what was going through Vada's choosing the name Tod. You'd rather name your child Howard, a name you more than less hate.
Vada gave you a hurt look as she perched up on your thigh to be able to get a better look of you.
"Tod is a magnificent name. You'd probably name our child something nerdy like Peter." Your smile shifted to give Vada a dirty look at her words. Just because I love Spider-Man, you thought to yourself with a groan.
"There's nothing wrong with the name Peter, meanwhile there's everything wrong with the name Tod." You argued light-heartedly, the corners of Vada's lips twitched upwards, she was trying to fight her smile.
Pride withered in you at that, Vada was starting to feel less embarrassed at the whole situation.
Raising her eyebrows she gazed into your eyes. "Fine. We'll just have to name our child something absolutely ridiculous then."
You smiled amusedly as you nodded your head as if heavily interested in the conversation. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
Vada pursed her lips for a few moments as she glanced away from your eyes, deep in thought. As if she had figured out a top secret code, Vada returned her eyes to lock with yours, joy swirling around in her eyes.
"Donut." Vada assured with a nod of her head. You stifled a laugh as you cocked your head to the side like a husky. "Donut?" You repeated in a teasing tone.
She nodded her head confidently. "Donut; the second love of my life." Vada confirmed with a goofy grin on her face.
You smirked, your free hand moving to rest on Vada's scalp as you played with her soft hair. "Who's your first love then?"
"C'mon you already know the answer to that. It's obviously Bela Dimitrescu." Without hesitation you shoved Vada's head down with the hand that was on her head.
Vada laughed as she dodged your hand as she moved it so the side, landing her head back down on the top of your thigh. "Don't worry, baby. You'll always be my number one girl."
You narrowed your eyes. "Even over Bela?"
She nodded curtly against your thigh. "Even over Bela Dimitrescu."
"What about Lady Dimitrescu?"
Vada hissed as she closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them. "That's a tough one."
You sighed as you nodded your head in agreement. "Alright I'll give you that since she is so fine."
"So fucking fine." Vada whispered in agreement.
You smiled at Vada who beamed back at you with joy, a true sight for the sore eyes.
"How about instead of watching a movie we play sims?" Vada grinned as she sat up, grabbing the laptop as she sat by your side.
"I'm pretty sure my sim just impregnated yours so we can name our third child donut." Vada giggled as she opened the laptop back up.
You gave her a puzzled look. Vada's sim impregnated yours?
Why the fuck aren't you the one who had a dick?
"Why do I have to be the pregnant one?" You questioned as Vada began replaying the game. "I give off bigger dick energy than you."
You scoffed loudly at that, rolling your eyes. "Yeah right."
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(Not) Hard to Love
Part 2 (2/2)
Trafalgar Law x Reader
Warning:⚠️ smutty situation, angsty thoughts
Authors Note: sorry that it took so long to post this. I was having a few bad days, just struggling with my confidence. Now I m doing a bit better. So here you go. Hope you have fun 🥰
this is by far the most suggestive thing I have ever written. lol. I hope it doesn’t suck too bad. If you like it, leave a comment. It does wonders to my mental health ❤️ (btw this raspberry jam is just in the story because I have been planning on making it for the past months and this is my reminder to get up from my lazy ass and make it! )
You were relieved, after days of almost doing nothing, because the sun was too hot and your thoughts too distracting, you were finally able to work again. It was one of those days were everyone was doing their best to restore and repair their beloved home.
The Thousand Sunny was a big ship. And after days of not doing much, it often needed some time to get everything organized and clean again.
Knowing your captain wasn’t the biggest fan of an organized living space, most of the work was split between the rest of the crew. While Nami was always on board keeping an eye on the ocean, Sanji was the one who was keeping the kitchen organized, while preparing the dishes for the day.
Franky and Usopp were repairing something in the library, while Brook and Robin were sorting the newest books, they got on the last island.
Luffy and Zoro were supposed to take care of everything on deck, which already wasn’t much. But after cleaning the girls bedroom, you walked towards the kitchen and saw both of them sleeping in the sunlight. Random, uncomfortable looking items being their pillows.
You just rolled your eyes and smirked. These two weren’t really cleaning themselves regularly, so why would they clean something else. It didn’t really make sense why you guys kept asking them to organize, even though you kinda knew they weren’t gonna be much of a help.
Opening the kitchen doors a warm sweet smell came towards you.
Sanji was standing at the stove, filling sugar into a red liquid.
"Uhhh, this smells amazing. May I have a taste?" you point to the boiling jam in front of you with an outstretched finger.
"Of course, my dear."
The cook gave you a spoonful of the sweet liquid and without blowing for long you tasted it.
"It tastes wonderful, Sanji! I'm already dreaming of how it will taste on the fresh crossaints you make from time to time."
The blond man grinned. He had to concentrate now. Not get distracted. Even if he particularly liked compliments from you.
"I'm glad you like it. I bought lots of raspberries so I could cook them for you.
I just realized that a little vanilla is still missing. Could you do me a favor? I have fresh vanilla in our storage room, I just forgot to bring them up from downstairs earlier. Could you get them quickly from below deck? I don't want the jam to burn.“
"Sure thing." With a smile, you walk back towards the door. You suck in the wonderful smell once more before quickly scurrying outside.
You had given Sanji the recipe for this particular jam a few months ago. Your mother used to make it when you were a child.
With quick steps, you skip down the stairs towards the storage room.
Your mind was full of warm memories of sunny mornings. Jam on baked goods. A table filled with fresh food. The last good days of your childhood.
Being on the thousand sunny was kind of like that time. With a smile on your face you walked towards the entry.
The groaning door gave you the creeps. Chopper had accidentally locked himself in down there once before. So, to be on the safe side, you put a box between you and the door. That way, it won't fall shut the next time the wind blows.
The light was already turned on in the storage room. You expected the little reindeer, who often spend time organizing and storing medicines down here to refill them in his little doctor's room when they were empty upstairs.
But it wasn't this doctor who was waiting for you in the far corner of the room.
Law was sitting on the floor looking through several boxes of pills.
Presumably he was going to take care of refilling the medicine room. Chopper probably send him, because he was still scared of last time.
You whisper a quiet "hey" in his direction so as not to startle him.
Law just looked up briefly and mumbled something in your direction.
What was his problem? You were starting to get angry again. Everyone was trying to build a home, be nice and him?! He was just not accepting you whatsoever.
How could someone be so arrogant and ignorant ?
A loud bang snapped you out of your thoughts.
The heavy door had slammed shut.
How could that be? You had just put something in between.
Annoyed, you turn to Law.
"Shit, now we're locked in here. I can't believe Franky still hasn't fixed the door!"
You push against the door with all your strength. It doesn't move. With a loud groan you press on the door again. But it doesn’t help. A large hand rests on your shoulder.
"Hey. let me try it, Y/N-ya. I'm sure I can get the door open."
You step aside and let the dark-haired man go at it. He also pushes against the door with all his might, but it doesn't move a bit.
Frustrated you started screaming for your friends to help you out of this awkward situation.
"Hey Namiiiii! Luffy! Frankyyyy!!! Help!"
"fuck! don't shout in my ear" Law
dramatically put his hands to his ears and stared at you angrily.
"do you want to get out of here or not?! Apparently mister-I can do anything- wasn't strong enough to open a simple door after all."
"Excuse me?"
The captain turned to you. He looked down at you, annoyed.
You took a step towards him. Pointing your finger on his chest.
"I finally want to know what your problem is?"
"I don't have a problem"
"Oh? Really? You're a fucking liar, Law."
"It's none of your business, what's wrong with me. Don't talk to me like that.
Your crazy captain has decided to form an alliance, and if that's a problem for you then talk to him and not to me."
Annoyed, Law turned to the side. He only took one step before you pulled him back by his shirt sleeve.
"Hey! Stay here. I don't have a problem with you or the Alliance at all."
Your back was against the cold iron door.
Law actually turned back around and took two steps towards you.
Only now do you realize how close he was to you.
"Why are you making it so difficult for me?"
His gaze was still avoiding yours. How much you would have liked to look him in the eye now. But then you probably wouldn't have been able to hold back. Your emotions were already getting the better of you.
You spoke to him much more calmly than before.
„What's so hard, Law? I can understand that you don't like me as much as the others. But why do you hate me? Is it that hard to just like me? Or even less. Just to accept me?"
Tears welled up in your eyes. Your own words stung your heart. All you wanted was to be looked at him. Be seen.
Law still stood rooted to the spot in front of you. One hand in front of his eyes, he shook his head.
„What makes you think I hate you?"
Your voice wasn't ready to answer that question. You just shrugged your shoulders, sobbing. You would like to sink into the ground. Now you're crying in front of the man who has no interest in you. You were a failure. A pathetic girl crying in front of her crush. Nothing more.
"hey. Shh. Don’t cry. Look at me when I'm talking to you."
Sternly but without anger in his voice, Law put his index finger under your chin. So that you can't help but look into his gray eyes.
" I don't hate you, Y/N-ya.“
A sigh escaping his lips. His eyes looked different then before. You almost thought he was leaning in. And the air around you got thicker and filled with more tension.
„I really don’t. Quite the opposite in fact. Ever since I saw you for the first time, I've been attracted to you. I just can’t act on it.
I have responsibilities and… I'm not a particularly good person. I've done bad things. I've taken lives when I should be saving lives as a doctor. I don’t want more people to get hurt because of me. And to be honest, I've never had feelings like this before. I have no idea how to deal with it.“
He looked down. Almost debating if he should say the next part.
„I think of you. All the time. I lay awake at night and all I see is your face. I long for your touch. And I want to learn to love, Y/N-ya. But I'm afraid of it. Fuck."
He took a deep breath. And exhaled.
"I want you. I need you.... And I don't know how..."
"Shhh."
Now it was you who put your index finger on Law's lips and slowly stroked his cheek with your hand.
"Just kiss me"
Horrified by your demanding words, Law looked down at you. He forgot how to breathe for a moment. His heart was beating so fast in his chest that he could hardly hear anything else. Your lips opened to say something. He didn't want you to change your mind. He took your face in both hands. Before he pressed his lips to yours.
"Just so you know. it isn't hard to fall for you, Y/N. But I m afraid, I have no clue what I m doing. My life is..."
"Law... just kiss me"
You moved forward again, pressing your lips to his. Law felt like the walls he had build up so maticulously, melting away by your kisses. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, letting his desire take over.
Soft moans escaping your mouth while he pressed you against his body and the door behind you. You were caged in by his arms fully accepting whatever was gonna happen now. Your hands exploring the doctors body, while kissing each other hungrily. Law let out a low groan. This was better than in his daydreams. Your soft hands roaming his chest. Tracing his tattoos with lingering touches. One of Laws hands firmly placed against your hip. Shoving you against the metal door. Law was overwhelmed by his emotions. Not a single thought in his mind while he started grinding against you.
Using your moaning as chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.
His lustfull eyes being the most beautiful sight to you, while you buttoned down your summer dress.
Law was breathing heavily. His hair fully out of place by you tugging at his dark strands.
He can’t remember the last time he didn’t take the time to unbutton his shirt, but right now he was rushing to get it over his head. Throwing it down on the ground next to your dress.
Moving towards each other like magnets, lowly groaning between kisses, Law lifted up your thighs around his hips. Moving you against the door again.
His jeans rubbing against your panties. Making you cry out his name.
And for the second time that day you were interrupted by the same door you were making out against. The (stupid ) door opened with a loud hiss. Falling out of its angle. You and Law tumbeling and falling to the wooden floor.
This was a very annoying disturbance to your newly found passion. But it definitely wouldn’t have stopped you from showering Law with kisses, if it wasn’t for the circle of people and a very shocked reindeer standing around your almost naked bodies.
You and Law got up from the floor with red heads and stupid explanations. Feeling humiliated but kinda happy.
Law held his shirt protectively in front of you and hoped fervently that no one was looking at his jeans.
You looked at a bunch of different expressions.
Nami grinning. Robin, playing shocked, with one hand over her mouth. But she couldn't fool you. Her giggle was the first to be heard from the crowd.
„We really only planned for you guys to finally talk about it… that all… -
Nami made some hand gestures towards your half undressed bodies and the broken door on the ground.
„ - was not our intention.“
Usopp covered his own and then immediately afterwards Chopper's eyes. While Franky and Zoro toasted with sake in their hands. Apparently everyone was part of the stupid bet.
Luffy just looked back and forth between you and Law, confused. Obviously he hadn't quite understood yet, what was so exciting about this situation. He had seen you guys in swimwear before, not really something different in his eyes.
Sanji had blood all over his shirt and on his nose but tried to control himself. And thankfully pulled the others towards the exit.
"Don’t you guys look at Y/N-san like that. That’s not how you look at a lady.
Lunch is almost ready… let’s go Luffy.
Let the two of them go. We'll get the food ready."
Nami pulled Usopp towards her by the collar.
„So Usopp... I hope you remember our agreement... right?"
Laughing, the Strawhats left on after the other. Leaving behind two embarrassed pirates.
Franky mumbled something about "now I really have to fix the door"
While Chopper desperately tried to figure out what had just happened.
Robin gave you a wink while walking up the stairs.
Embarrassed, you looked at Law.
He took your hand and kissed it gently. Although it was hard for him, he tried to stand in front of you as confidently as possible.
" umm that was something… you know…
We still have some time before lunch. Would you like to… continue?! … What do you say Y/N-ya?"
You look at your intertwined hands and then back to Laws face. His face blushing, his eyes looking on the ground even though he would much rather look at your beautiful body before him. You stand on your tiptoes to give a quick peck to Law's lips.
"You may be right there is still some time. But I'll only follow you if you promise to use your devil powers this time. I wouldn't survive being caught like that again." Giggling, you put your arms around Law's neck.
"Okay then, let's pick up where we left off."
He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead before lifting his hand. A smile on his face as he heard your heart beating loudly.
„Room“
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🌹Ice's Lazy Loc Wash Routine🌹
I wanna preface this with two very important things:
I do not retwist my own locs! It would take far longer if I did. I have the tools and the means, and I know how to do it. I just hate doing it 🤣. It takes patience and arm strength and I lack the will. When I have the money I just schedule a retwist. Usually about every three months (which is longer than usual)
This is the way EYE do it! This is one experience out of countless, so don't assume my way is THEE way. There are people that will probably scream at me through the screen. But alas... It is "lazy" Loc wash day for a reason. And I do still care for my hair, and it's healthy and thriving for seven years (as of this Wednesday) 👍🏾
Okay? Okay.
Washing
The misconception about locs is that they are dirty. They're no "dirtier" than any other type of hair, nor do they require dirt to lock. That's a lie, and a racist one at that.
That being said, locs will end up holding the weight of life lol. Skin, sweat, dust, pollen, smells (and for me, bc I have dermatitis, scabs); all those things will end up weighing your locs down. Some people will do an Apple Cider Vinegar and Baking Soda wash to detox their locs.
However, I use this!
Essentially it's water, apple cider vinegar, orange peel, and some essential oils in a spray bottle, so I can spray it directly on my scalp and locs and massage it in deeply. Let it sit for a bit. Because I only wash my hair every 2 weeks or so, it's fine, but I wouldn't do this if I was washing it more frequently as it could mess up my scalp pH. Again, I have painful dermatitis, so it helps me get closer to my problem spots. Does it burn? Yes. It's working 👍🏾
Then I use this soap bar, which has things like coconut oil, aloe vera, eucalyptus, tea tree, almond, lemongrass, and more in it to scrub my scalp. You're supposed to rub it into your hands and scrub it in, so naturally I put the bar directly on my scalp. Be better than me. Smells AMAZING though and leaves my scalp clearer than it has ever been.
Medicated Shampoo
I use a medicated shampoo last. While that sits, I bathe 👍🏾 Bathe well, too 👍🏾 Please make sure your characters are bathing when they wash their hair 👍🏾
Once I'm done, I gently pull my locs apart (they WILL start tangling at the root IMMEDIATELY), then I wrap my hair in a beach towel. You're supposed to use t shirts because they're softer on curls, but I don't like water dripping on me while I get dressed. I put on easy to wear clothing. Tits loose clothing. I gotta be comfortable.
Medication
So if you know me, this is something I complain about ALL THE TIME. And it's how dermatology does NOT cater to Black patients! Even my shampoo says "for 30 days, wash every night". I'm Black with locs. My shampoos last for months bc that is impossible without me sacrificing my entire night, every night. Even if I had an Afro, we're still not supposed to wash our hair every night for fear of stripping the natural oils.
So I have to DEMAND I be given a medicated liquid solution. No petroleum based products!! A solution is the easiest way to reach my scalp. Does it burn? Yes. It's working. 👍🏾
So if your character has a skin issue (dermatitis, psoriasis, exzema excema eczema) on the scalp... Solutions are the easy way to go.
Moisturizing
I promise this isn't free ads lmao, I just happen to be experimenting with this company and I like what I've seen so far. This is a real lite oil spray with rose water and essential oils, and it cools my scalp.
Aloe Vera, the goddess of healing. Also cools my scalp and addresses those burning, pink spots from my dermatitis.
Drying
Drying depends on the length and thickness of your locs, and the temperature. Mine are shoulder length, pencil thick. Today I dried at real high heat (unintentionally) and it only took about an hour. At a lesser, safer heat, about two. This hair dryer bag is LIFE fr.
Conclusion
If I don't have anywhere else to go (and I don't, bc I plan my loc wash days like this) I spray my scalp with oil one more time, put on my loc sock, and then I'm done 👍🏾
Total time today: about two hours. Normally 3 at a lower dry temp. Not bad at all.
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Morning News
Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader
Summary: You have some news to share with Steve, even if it's early in the morning.
Tags: Fluff! Established relationship, aged up characters, no y/n since I read it as yes/no in my head, lol.
Length: <1k. A short little drabble - my first Steve fic!
A/N: I'm a little late to the Stranger Things fandom, but as soon as I recognized that Steve would be the redeemable asshole, I fell for him hard. Over the seasons, he just kept getting better, and I adore him for it! <3
Fic below the cut or on AO3 here
He lays on his chest, the soft bedsheets nipping beneath the curve of his freckled shoulder blades. You place a warm hand overtop your husband's exposed skin, rubbing delicate circles over the area. He always had been a heavy sleeper.
"Steve...Steve?" Whispers of his name fall gently from your lips as the morning sun begins to peek through the blinds beyond you. "Honey, wake up."
Finally, a strained groan rumbles from his throat as Steve slowly rouses from a peaceful night's sleep. As he stirs, his legs spread to your side of the bed, feet blindly searching for yours like they always do.
Except, you're not in bed. Well, not fully anyway. You have already been up and awake for almost an hour. You would let Steve doze longer, except there's something you simply need to share with him.
Consciousness begins to set in when Steve doesn't find your warmth tucked in your normal place next to him. Removing an arm from beneath his pillow, he begins sliding it towards you. At last, he opens a bleary hazel eye to discover that you're laying atop the covers.
"Morning, baby," he manages, voice gravely with sleep. With a deep inhale, he stretches, rolling himself onto his side and further up on his pillow.
You smile affectionately at him. This is the person you love most in this world. Even with disheveled hair and creases etched into his skin from the bedsheets, he is still the one who makes your heart soar.
Steve meets your gaze, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. "You're up early. Everything okay?"
You reach out again, hand gliding up his arm before daintily pushing the errant chestnut locks away from his face. "Mhmm," you hum, but the hint of hesitation in your tone doesn't go unnoticed by your husband.
Steve's brow furrows while he shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. Those hazel eyes peer into yours questioningly. He knows you too well.
"I woke up this morning not feeling the greatest," you admit. Steve's concerned expression only deepens. "So," you flash him a small smile, "I tried something, just to see..." your voice trails off. Is this really how you should tell him? But Steve's features hold an array of emotions – concern, alarm, worry, confusion – and in your heart you know it's best to just come out and say it.
"Steve," you speak his name with meaning. Your tone, though soft and loving, makes him sit up a little straighter; peer a little deeper into your eyes. All you see reflected back at you is love. "Steve," you try again, more assured. "I took a test. We're going to have a baby."
Steve's eyes go wide at your words but immediately soften. You can practically see his heart swell inside his chest. "A...a...a baby?!" His voice is overcome with joy as he quickly sits all the way up to envelop you in his arms. Giggles gush from your lungs as Steve showers kisses on your temple, against your hair, along your forehead. He pecks your nose and your cheeks before leaning back to meet your gaze. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he chokes out, voice raw with emotion.
You nod adoringly at him, the widest smile parting your mouth. And that's when Steve kisses you – a proper kiss that pours every ounce of the love he has for you straight against your lips.
You slide your arms around his neck, gently tangling your fingers in the hair that rests there. You hope he can feel just how much you love him too.
Suddenly, a rumble of laughter bubbles out of your husband. "We're gonna have a baby!" he blurts incredulously, rearing back to admire your smile.
"Does that make you happy?" you tease, noticing how Steve's eyes sparkle with delight.
"I'm the happiest man alive!" He flashes you a brilliant smile that's all teeth and crinkled eyes. "And you," he continues, tone growing deep and affectionate, hand cupping your cheek. "You're gonna be a mom! An amazing, loving mother."
"And you will be an incredible dad, Steve," you coo, splaying your palm overtop his steady heartbeat. "You've got the biggest heart of anyone I know."
Steve's smile only grows.
"I love you," you whisper sweetly to each other, exchanging yet another intimate kiss.
Tenderly, Steve places a hand over your tummy. "The Harringtons have a little nugget in the oven."
You nod lovingly, raising your head to connect your gaze with his. "We still have to confirm with a doctor, but yeah, I think we're finally going to have that family we've always dreamed about, babe."
With a smile brighter than the morning sun, Steve once again leans in to kiss your nose. "I can't wait, sweetheart. I can't wait."
♡
Feedback is loved!
(I've also got another fic on the go that's slowly being filled in with ideas. Hopefully someday it'll get done!)
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrington x fem!reader#my fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#Tiffany rises from the depths every so often to post a fic before retreating into the abyss once more
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Imagine with a Reader who literally have many dogs like their house is literally full of dogs and puppy??imagine Chuuya decide to visit his s/o then he saw many dogs
anon you are an absolute genius
The Man and the Puppies
♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader
♡ synopsis: Chuuya is a dog lover and you're a dog owner, and he finally gets to meet all of your puppies.
♡ wc: 838
♡ cw: Dogs (duh lol), swearing, Chuuya and reader are in an established relationship.
note: I HAD TO DO THIS OKAY?? CHUUYA IS THE ONLY DOG PERSON IN THIS SHOW. I have two puppies and I think he would love them and treat them super well :') As always apologies for errors and please enjoy!
"Holy shit..."
You were half-expecting such a reaction from your boyfriend, but the sheer amount of joy and wonder in his eyes drew a smile out of you. For a while now, you'd impatiently been awaiting the day where you would introduce Chuuya to your dogs (of which there were...many), knowing how he had such a sweet soft spot for the animal. The often suave and collected Chuuya had been excited like a child on the way to your place, asking about breeds, names, ages and just about every other detail you could provide. It was truly adorable how eager he was to meet your puppies.
Chuuya stepped into your home, so enamoured with your pets that he almost forgot to close the door. You knelt down to give pats and attention to the dogs that ran up to you in excitement to hop on you and lick your face. Your partner blithely observed as you interacted with your beloved pets, until he noticed a petite white Maltese leave the small crowd before you and approach him, staring up at him curiously.
"Hey there, tiny," Chuuya knelt down and locked eyes with the puppy. "How're you?" The dog leaped up and pawed at his chest, and Chuuya scooped her up in his arms before seating himself on the floor. She wasted no time in befriending him- that is to say, licking his face.
"I guess she likes you," You smiled. "She doesn't usually behave so friendly around new people."
"Is that right?" he asked, grinning down at her. "She's a beauty, for sure."
"She's one of the younger ones," you explained. Another one of your dogs, a brown and white bulldog, wandered up to you and took a seat next to you. You reached over and rubbed his head. "Hey, buddy! This is Chuuya! Say hi!" Obviously, he didn't say anything, but he did cast his large black eyes towards the redhead holding his sister.
"What's he like?" Chuuya asked, watching the bulldog.
"He's just a lazy little guy," you grinned affectionately at the dog. "He loves to have his tummy rubbed, don'tcha, fella?" As if he knew what was coming next, the bulldog slowly rolled over onto his back, to be met with a barrage of scratches to his stomach. He stretched out his small arms as you did so. Chuuya watched with a peaceful smile on his face.
"Do you all want tummy rubs?" You continued, reaching out to scratch another one of your dogs' stomachs. "Come on, all of you!"
"You're so cute with your dogs, hon," Chuuya beamed. "I'm almost jealous."
"Don't worry, Chuu, you're still my favourite," you turned back to him jokingly. "Now that you've met my puppies, though, you're obliged to help me take care of them and give them your attention, too."
"Alright, then. What's that entail?"
"Well, you're their daddy now. You need to help me feed them, clean up their shit, and play with them and give them little kisses on their tiny heads."
"That's fine..." he replied, still admiring you in your sea of dogs. It almost appeared as if they were your children, in a way. Chuuya wondered how it would be if the two of you did have a kid, but quickly brushed off the thought. "I'm not gonna be around all the time though."
"Just move in with me," you shrugged. "It's not that hard."
"No, you move in with me. My place is bigger. It'll fit all the dogs." Chuuya had just been going with the flow of the conversation, so he didn't actually realise the implication of what he'd said until you glanced at him, your expression sincere.
"...you want me to move into your place?" You asked, softly. "...and the dogs too? Like, you're actually willing to help me take care of them? I was only kidding when I said you were obliged to help me-"
"Y/N," he interrupted, firmly. "First of all, I fuckin' love dogs." You chuckled. "More importantly, I fuckin' love you. I'd be so happy if you moved in with me, and if you bought your dogs along. It'd be great to come home to see you and them every day. It'd be like..." Chuuya glanced down at the Maltese in his arms and traced a finger over her head, "...kinda like having a little family of my own. But that's only if you wanna move in with me, I mean."
"...Chuuya..." You reached out and took his gloved hand in your own, a genuine smile across your face. "You sappy bastard, of course I wanna move in with you."
Chuuya let out a small laugh. "And the dogs?"
"Yeah, I guess I'll bring them too," you huffed, ironically. He laughed once more, before leaning over to press his lips to your cheek.
"Love you, babe."
"I love you too, Chuuya." you sighed. The puppy in Chuuya's arms suddenly yapped, catching the attention of the both of you. "Hey, she says 'I love you', too!"
Well that got mushier than I thought it would! Shout out to my dogs I love them with all my heart 🌸 they actually helped me write this they were my beta readers
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Ked Photos
A Sonic Unbreakable Bond Fic
Tails goes through Sonic’s phone and is embarrassed to find millions of photos of him.
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Skyblue8: Hi
Kit: Hi Tails : )
It was just another lazy day at the Hedgehog/Prower residence. Sonic had just gotten home from a week-long adventure, and Tails, as usual, wouldn't leave his brother's side after being away from him so long.
And that's how the two found themselves scrawled over on either side of the couch together. Sonic flipped the page of his book as Tails stretched out some more, resting his feet in his brother's lap and his head on the arm of the couch.
He yawned as he tapped on his Miles Electric some more, a mischievous grin on his face.
Skyblue8: wyd?
Kit: nothin' u?
Skyblue8: hanging with dork older brother
Skyblue8: don't tell him, but I'm the one who sent Amy flowers in his name
Kit: lol
He ignored his feet moving as Sonic shuffled around underneath him.
Kit: nice
Skyblue8: you wanna sneak out tonight and toilet paper houses?????
Skyblue8: my brother sleeps like a hog. he won't notice
Kit: IDK...
Skyblue8: I'll let you fly the tornado
Kit: :O deal
Kit: Meet you at 10
"You know I can see your messages, right?" Tails' dinner plate wide eyes snapped to Sonic, who had put down his book and was now holding his phone, scrolling down at a familiar chat log.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
A month ago, Sonic had hired some other tech wiz (Tails sure as hell wouldn't have done it) to install parental controls in the Miles Electric after what happened last time. Tails shuddered, remembering how mad Sonic had been over what happened last time. And now his brother could, among other things, see all of his chat logs.
He had meant to make something that could bypass it. He had meant to make some code between him and his friends. Sonic wouldn't think anything of it that way when they communicated their plans. But he hadn't. And now he was in deep shit.
"Uhh," He wracked his brain for an excuse. What good was having an I.Q. Of three hundred if he can't come up with a good excuse at the top of his head. "We were joking?"
Sonic held out his paw, "Come on, ked. Give it." Tails groaned and handed him the Miles Electric.
"What am I supposed to do nowwww?" He whined, huffing and crossing his arms.
"Well," Sonic put a paw to his chin as if thinking. "You could watch TV- Oh wait, you're grounded from that too." Tails stuck his tongue out at him and shuffled his feet in his brother's lap.
"You're such a pain."
"Yeah, I know," Sonic replied nonchalantly, grabbing his book from the coffee table.
"Whatever, Imma take a nap."Tails turned so that his muzzle was in the crook of the couch, blocking out the light from the living room. He felt Sonic gently push his feet down from where they had lifted to his chest.
He felt Sonic gently petting his tail as his mind drifted away into slumber.
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Tails woke up to the sprinkling of the shower echoing from the bathroom in the hall. He turned; face pressed against the couch cushion with a groan, disappointed to find the lap his feet had been laying on to be gone, replaced by a warm spot.
He got up and crawled over to the other side of the couch, curling his body around the circle of warmth. Grumbling when he felt cold glass pressed against his side.
Getting up to glare at the perpetrator that interrupted his precious slumber, the familiar sight of Sonic’s deep blue phone greeting him.
The mischievous grin Sonic was always wary of crept over Tails’ muzzle. He turned the phone on, no lock screen, figures. Smiled at the Home Screen of him, Sonic, Amy, and Knuckles hanging out under a palm tree.
He tapped into messages and onto Knuckles’ contact. His eyes scroll through the previous messages, nothing but sending each other coordinates and the occasional message from Sonic checking in on him. Tails rolled his eyes, board then his grin widened when he tapped on the keyboard.
Sonic: Hi Knux
Sonic: I have a confession. I’ve always had a HUGE crush on you.
Sonic: wanna go out sometime?
Some dots appeared as Knuckles started typing, Tails was lucky enough to contact him during his downtime when he would be checking his phone.
Knux: wtf
Knux: have you been possessed?
Sonic: no just really wanna date you <3
Some more dots appeared and then disappeared. He deleted the evidence and blocked Knuckles so Sonic wouldn't figure out what’s happening until it’s too late. Tails chuckled to himself. That was sure to get Rogue knocking down their door later.
Next was Shadow. Tails couldn’t figure out what to text him so he opened up the gallery, expecting to find some sort of embarrassing photo to send him. He's sure the dark hedgehog would appreciate that, might even make him smile for once.
But when he looked through the photos, he found something completely different. A familiar yellow-orange kit with white-tipped tails filled the screen, eyes shut, a blanket draped over him, paws wrapped around the orange fox plush Amy had gotten him for Christmas. The one he only ever slept with when he was sure Sonic was away or in deep sleep to hide from the embarrassment.
Tails gasped at the betrayal. His own brother. Took an embarrassing photo of him while he was unconscious and helpless.
He rolled his eyes and swiped to the next one. This time Tails was scrawled over his desk, head in his arms and tails wrapped around him like a blanket.
Another swipe. This time Tails was in Sonic’s lap, curled up with his muzzle in his brother’s chest.
Another swipe. He’s in bed again with the blanket knocked onto the floor, he’s sleeping with his mouth just barely open, tongue out slightly. Blepping is what it’s called. Something he'd only seen pictures of cats on the internet do. It took all his willpower not to delete this particular photo.
Another swipe. He’s stretched on a checkered picnic blanket on the beach. A beige arm coming out from behind him, two fingers above his head making bunny ears, pink quills barely visible on the edge of the photo. Amy too? The betrayal! The audacity! The outrage!
Huh, Amy was right, he was picking up Sonic's dramatic flair.
He kept swiping right. Almost the entire gallery was just pictures of him sleeping, his fur got browner the further back he went. A few of him awake looking mildly annoyed which he vaguely remembered, more of him blepping, and even fewer of just the two of them or all of his friends together hanging out.
He scrolled until he couldn’t scroll anymore. The last/first picture is a dirty fur-matted kit sleeping in an oversized sleeping bag. It was four years old. God, you’d think Sonic would upgrade his phone after four years.
Just as he was about to set the phone down, the bathroom door slammed open. Sonic came out, shaking the water out of his fur, walking over to the living room whistling.
“At least the ked’s getting some actual rest right now. God knows he needs it the way he overworks himself.” He grumbled as he scrolled over to the couch, eyes widening at the very awake fox who had his phone in his paw.
“Is that my phone?”
“Nooo.”
He put his paw out, “Give it.” There was that authoritative voice again, commanding his poor little brother to his every whim.
Tails grumbled and handed it over, then crossed his arms. “Why is your gallery full of pictures of me sleeping?”
Sonic’s ears perked up alarmed, “Ummmm…”
“Why huh? Is this a blackmail scheme? Because I’ll let you know I have way worse things on you- “
“What? No! I take them because I think it’s cute." Then he got nervous, "Wait what do you have on me- "
“Kinda creepy Sonic.” Tails scolded, ignoring the previous question.
“Don’t tell me what’s creepy Mr. send our mutual friend flowers in my name.”
“Hey, I'm just saying," He teased, "I don’t take photos of you sleeping.”
“Well, that’s different.”
“How?” Oh, he was going to have fun listening to this explanation.
Sonic grumbled something under his breath that Tails barely caught, “What was that?” He turned his ear towards him.
“ ‘Cause you’re my ked.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re my ked, Tails.”
“I’m your brother, not your child.”
“Sure, but I’m also kind of your only parental figure.”
“Am not!”
“Tails, I literally grounded you a few hours ago.” Tails grumbled. Wait, a few hours? How long had he been asleep?
Then Sonic moved his paw to scratch that special spot underneath Tails’ ear making him reflexively move his foot to scratch himself.
“Hey!” He reached over to move Sonic’s paw, who just chuckled. “I’ve known you since you were four. I practically raised you.”
“Yeah, but you were eleven.”
“And if I’d been any older, I’d tell people I was your dad.”
The kit’s eyes softened, “You would?” Someone actually cared enough to want to be his parent? He guessed if that someone would be anyone, I’d be Sonic. Still, it was surprising.
Sonic wrapped his arm around his brother and lifted him up to his chest. “Sure would.” Then he blew raspberries into the kit’s forehead like he used to when the kid was even younger. Tails screeched, giggling, kicking at Sonic until he dropped him back on the couch.
The kit smoothed down his fur and then looked at Sonic, an idea forming in his head. “…Do you want me to help you put these on a cloud?”
“Sure, ked.” He ruffled Tails’ head, ignoring the look the kit gave him since he just fixed his fur.
Then Sonic squinted his eyes and tapped his foot as Tails realized he was thinking about something. “Wait a second…did you do anything else with my phone?”
“Noooo.” Tails said innocently, clutching his paws behind his back with his fingers crossed. His older brother sighed, giving up. “Guess I’ll find out later.”
“Mhhmm.” He looked away, ears folding back guilty as thought about how mad Knuckles and Rogue were going to be. How confused Sonic was going to be. His brother seemed to notice as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
“I am so putting a Lock Screen on my phone.”
“We both know I’d hack that in less than a minute.”
“True, true.” Sonic laced down on the couch, dropping his back over Tails as the kit scrambled to get out from underneath him. “Hey!”
Tails huffed, “Can I have my Miles Electric now?”
“Fine. But no chatting, especially with Kit.” Tails rolled his eyes, Sonic never liked the fennec for some weird reason. Maybe because he'd tried to kill them? But then again, a lot of their friends have tried in the past.
“Deal.” He said, fully intending to anyway. Then the kit flew up to the high shelf where he knew Sonic had hidden everything he had taken away from his brother. He grabbed his device and sat himself back on the couch. Wedging himself between the cushions and Sonic, laying halfway on his brother’s chest. His heartbeat resting against his right ear.
He felt his brother wrap an arm around him before the room was full of loud sleeping noises. Tails could swear Sonic did it on purpose, only snoring at home just to annoy him.
He scrolled through his device and tapped onto Fall Guys, fully intending to play it until he drifted off to sleep as he had been doing lately when a thought popped into his head. He’d installed a camera on the Miles Electric months ago thinking he might need it on a mission, he never had but this was the perfect chance to put it to use.
He slowly sat up and pointed it at his sleeping older brother. Turning off the flash before snapping a photo. It was only fair after all.
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanfic#sonic fanfiction#miles tails prower#tails the fox#sonic and tails#unbreakable bond#wholesome sonic and tails Wednesday#wholesome Wednesday#dynamic duo#wsatw#tails is being a little shit in this#it is a phase#a phase sonic hates
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A Spell For a Hoard Part 1
Thought I'd give you guys a lil' treat before I go off to sleep (I need to fix my sleep schedule lol). Also because I wanted to do a little bit of world building. Let me know how I'm doing!
Fandom: Welcome Home Finfolk AU
Relationships: Implied Wally x Reader
Summary: Wally completes a deal with the stranger to get what he needs.
Note: Sorry there will be a part 2, I just got too tired to keep writing xd
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Everyone knew what the finfolk were capable of, if you were knowledgeable enough that is. This world was full of all kinds of creatures; but some creatures like his own kind, the finmen and finwomen of the sea, were not as known as the more infamous species such as the fae, dragons, orcs, vampires, and mermaids. The usual creature that comes to mind when one talks about myths and folklore.
Not being as well known of a species has its perks though, that's how Wally found himself here.
No one batted an eye at the short customer that made their way through the crowded town and into a nearby tavern. No one said anything or had shown any suspicion when said customer went into the back of the employee's area and up the stairs. It was almost funny really. Wally could walk around with his fins and scales in full view and not one person would know what he really is. If anything, the average person would probably mistake him for a siren or a mermaid, perhaps even a hybrid offspring of a land-dweller and a mermaid. And yet, there are so many out there that pride themselves in being oh so knowledgeable on every creature to ever exist. What prideful idiots.
Staring at the door, Wally squinted. There were faint glowing swirls and lettering of unknown origin engraved into the framing and wood. It took a bit of thinking. Draconic tongue, a protection spell from what it looks like.
With a droopy eyed smile, he straightened his clothing before gingerly knocking, arm folded behind his back to keep the friendly appearance.
Clicks and moving gears could be heard within the locks of the door. It only took a moment before the glowing lettering disappeared and the door slowly creaked open. Two glowing red eyes stared at him from the dark of the room. Lightning flashed briefly, revealing the humanoid, but clearly, draconic figure sitting at the desk.
"Take a seat."
A female's voice rang out throughout the office, it was commanding and demanded respect.
Wally gave a warm but lazy smile as he stepped in, the door shutting behind with a slam.
"I didn't take you as the type for protection spells." His voice came out buttery smooth, innocent, and comforting to listen to. He sometimes wondered if there was siren somewhere in his family tree. Wally lifted himself up and kicked his feet slowly while seated in the the chair, one far too big for him. He didn't feel like shifting to be bigger though.
"Don't be daft, you and I both know it would be unwise of me to leave myself unprotected." Those red eyes glared down at the 'puppet' man. Void and dreamy half-lidded eyes stared back.
Wally tilted his head to the side cutely, finger to his lip as if in thought. "Oh? Is it because you're expecting dangerous company?"
Claws dug into the desk, splintering the wood. "Don't you DARE get those half-witted detectives involved or so help me!-"
Putting hand up to stop whatever was next, Wally bent forward with a widened grin. "Oh, I won't tell anyone, I swear it." He began to lean over the desk itself, resting his face into the palm of his hand with those same sleepy eyes.
"That is if you keep your end of the deal. Riiiight?~"
His words were sickly sweet, Wally having sang song the last part as if he were talking to a child. It was adorable to anyone else, but here, it was a clear threat.
#welcome home#welcome home finfolk au#welcome home au#finfolk#welcome home arg#wally darling#au#welcome home wally darling#fanfiction#wally darling x reader#wh wally darling#wh wally
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Polaroid
peter maximoff x reader smut
warnings: solo masturbation. that's pretty much it, sorry
word count: 2,625
a/n: i wrote about him jerking off again. whoops. i've been absent for a week. but i'll be home tomorrow !! and hopefully i can get back into the flow of writing. until then, here's this rushed, unpolished thing i wrote on a whim !! it's super clunky and i'm so sorry lol !!
edit: made some minor changes to this. fixed some things that felt off, but overall it's still the same idea.
taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)
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Home alone, at long last.
Helllllllz to the yeah.
Down in the heart of his (mom’s) basement, Peter lies lazily on his back in bed. Today, it's one of those slow, hot afternoons midway through summer. Sunny, with a slight overcast. Peter hasn’t been outside to see it for himself. But he heard some guy on the radio call it “totally tubular” weather for a day at the beach.
He almost wishes he’d take a two second run to the Bahamas, or somewhere else. Peter could kick it back on a towel and watch babes in bikinis walk by. Maybe he could even stir up some trouble in the sand. Like he used to do, way back in his childhood. Just for some extra mayhem.
Alas. Today, Peter feels lazier than lazy. He’s found a new name for himself in Lazyville. As the leading candidate in the office of laziness. Speeding all around the globe for the umpteenth time this week sounds like too much work. Even a super powered mutant, living life in the fast lane, has his off days sometimes. What’s one break, eh?
Breathing a sigh, he stares up at the ceiling. Earphones rest over his ears. Peter listens to a melodious tune by Jefferson Starship. Over his belly, he twirls his thumbs, bobbing his head along with his jams. Chillaxin’ and relaxin’ as one should on his day off.
Hm.
Except, Peter’s kind of antsy. No one’s home at the moment. He has all this free time to do whatever he wants, in the privacy of said home. With not a soul around to judge him, or even bug him. And listen. It’s been centuries since he got off. Which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.
But wouldn’t you believe it? Despite his uniquely handsome features and outrageously fit bod; Peter has absolutely no game whatsoever. Crazy, right? Who woulda thought it? The dude who locked himself away in his (mom’s) basement for a good ten years. He’s awkward as hell? Say it ain’t so! Whoa!! Insane in the membrane!!!
Not to mention, it might as well have been a geological age since he got laid. Whatever. Who needs the companionship of someone else to have a totally righteous time, huh? Haha…
Ahem.
Today, Peter dubs himself the crowned king of slacking off and jacking off.
Pulling his earphones down to rest around his neck, his fingers move to find his jeans. He teases himself for a beat or two, his palm rubbing over the denim. Another beat, and his cock is freed from the tight, restrictive material. Peter makes a mental note: He might need to invest in looser pants. This pair is rough and uncomfortable around his legs, so he shoves them all the way down to his ankles with virtually no shame.
What does it matter anyway? For the time being, he’s free. At least until his mom gets back, that is. He should really stop thinkin’ about that. Every time Peter remembers - oh, yeah - he’s a grown ass man still living at his mom’s place; it kinda wrecks the vibe. Makes the mood crash and burn. Total boner killer. And he’s not even hard yet.
His half-hard cock rests limply over a curly patch of silver hairs. Peter would never admit it to anyone, but he’s always been self conscious of his hair situation. Some chick back in high school - he can’t even remember her name - said his silvery bush “looked really weird.” Like the pubes of some geriatric.
Peter can barely picture her face at this point. But the sound of her giggling at his expense is, unfortunately, locked away in his brain forever. Another embarrassing memory to withstand the test of time. Probably until he dies, or becomes a geriatric himself.
What was he doing again?
Oh. Right.
Peter gives his dick a firm squeeze, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still there. Before taking the semi-hard length into his hand. Slowly, he strokes himself to hardness. Breathing a relieved sigh, Peter settles into the groovy-patterned sheets of his bed. The smooth tip of his cock inches through his closed fist with every stroke. As his frustration blossoms, his length throbs with an intense longing for something more.
Thick veins pulsate under his hand. Sparkling beads of precum leak from his tip. He coats the head in a generous glaze of slickness, eliciting a hushed noise from the depths of his throat. Keeping himself as quiet as humanly possible is basically a instinctive response. But he doesn’t have to hold himself back right now, does he?
Sweet. Peter’s gonna be as loud and obnoxious as he wants.
Pumping his cock a bit faster, he momentarily stops to fondle his balls. They rest heavy in his palm, smooth to the touch and loose between his fingers. After teasing himself impatiently, Peter redirects his attention to his twitching length. Aching for more stimulation.
He jerks off with a pleasurable rhythm. Subconsciously following the beat that resonates from his earphones, his strokes fall into a more consistent pace. He leans further back in bed, letting his lips part. His nerves tingle. And as he revels in the sensation, he loudly moans. Letting the noise rip through the silence of his ( mom’s ) basement.
Said basement has now become more stifling. Kudos to the summertime heat for that one. Peter’s Conan the Barbarian T-Shirt - now damp with his sweat - feels like too much of a hindrance. He pulls the fabric up, letting his upper half breath. With his shirt clamped between his teeth, Peter leaves his body exposed. A sheen of sweat coats his abs, and his pecs raise with each labored breath he takes.
He takes a half second to admire his own physique. Honestly? No bullshit? His body looks pretty damn amazing. If only there were someone around to appreciate how naturally jacked he is. It’s a hell of a tragedy, really. All this smokin’ hot, speedster bod goin’ to waste. Tsk tsk tsk.
Who was he even kidding? Why would anyone wanna waste their time messin’ around with a total shut-in like him?
Dammit. Now's not the time for some hateful, self-ribbing. He should distract himself with something. Something like-
Using the gift of his mutation, Peter increases his speed by a few notches. His fist squeezes tightly around his length, stroking his cock even faster. He groans into his shirt, knitting his brows as arousal washes through his groin in waves. It feels good. Really fucking good.
But it’s not enough. He wants to utilize this free time as much as he can. It’s the perfect opportunity to get even more frisky than he usually would. Peter bolts around the basement, searching for a few hidden…uh…treasures, we’ll call them. In a blink, he reappears on his bed, leaving his overly tight jeans and boxers discarded on the floor.
Lying next to Peter over the wrinkled blankets, rest a bottle of lube - the tingly kind, a stroker toy - clear, with literal, silver lining, and a polaroid photo. The toy hasn’t been used in eons, but its quality is still up to par. Peter made sure to clean it the instant he found it again. And the photo, well…
It’s his own, filthy secret.
A low-res, high flash picture taken of you at last year’s, X-mansion, Halloween party. Whoa, mama. You were scantily clad in the most outrageously suggestive Indiana Jones costume Peter ever saw. Back at the party, you even tipped your hat and cracked the whip a couple of times. Which may or may not have awakened something in him. But that’s beside the point.
You were so tipsy that night. Way more flirtatious than you naturally would be any other day. Peter remembers you pressing your body against his, hanging over him all night like a sexy sack of potatoes. He sat next to you on the couch. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched your every move. The tiny shorts you were wearing kept riding up your thighs. It was obvious you were braless under a tight, cropped, button-up shirt. Leaving so little to the imagination.
Point blank, it was fucking awesome.
You crossed your smooth legs. One over the other. And you leaned in to whisper something hot in Peter’s ear.
“Take a picture with meeeee, Quickie, I wanna remember this moment forrrever and everrrr.” You pleaded, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.
What followed, he hadn’t seen coming. As someone - it’s all a blur, Peter can’t remember who - snapped the photo, you pressed your glossy lips to his cheek. Your giggles were so coquettish and teasing, he felt shivers race through his body at mach speed.
“I’m, like, sooooooooo scared of snakes. Geddit? ‘Cuz I’m Indiana? But your snake doesn’t scare me. Can I pet it, pllllleeeassse?” You giggled again with a little whine.
Making an abrupt move, you reached for Peter’s crotch in front of everybody. After zipping away to grab you a solo cup full of water and some bread, Peter snatched the photo from whoever. And he bolted home in a fit of shameful embarrassment.
In retrospect, you weren’t just tipsy. You were majorly smashed. You didn’t remember a single minute of it. Figures. He’s not too surprised you wouldn’t remember flirting with him.
Peter sighs, blinking himself out of the memory. Eager to continue his once-in-a-silver-moon, jerkin’ session. He squeezes a fair amount of lube into his palm, wrapping his large hand tightly around his cock. Over every inch of his aching length, he spreads the slick substance. Tingles sparkle like stars across the hot, velvet skin of his cock. Wet noises echo lewdly through the basement, as Peter pumps his leaking dick fast and hard.
Clenching his shirt between his teeth, Peter tilts his head back. A loud, seething moan slips from his lips, slightly muffled. He pauses again, grabbing the stroker and guiding its smooth slit over the swollen head of his cock.
“MMmmmnnn~!” Peter hums a steady moan, exhaling through his nose.
The inside of the toy feels nothing even remotely close to the real thing. Kind of a bummer. But the tunnel’s soft, bumpy ridges are still a double A plus. A little too good sometimes, actually. The toy slides down Peter’s cock as he pushes his entire length through. It’s a tight fit around him. Tighter than it should be. Which is doing wonders for his confidence. Maybe he should be more proud of his size.
He’s above average enough, the small toy can’t contain the length of him entirely. His weeping tip peeks out the other side of the stroker, prodding through with every pump. Peter breathes another, shuddering moan. His brows crease in pleasure. Pumping his cock with the squishy toy, he whines in desperation. Forcing his thick length through the toy’s tight grip, slick with lube and smooth as silk. The ridges inside tickle and massage his cock, stimulating his buzzing nerves.
The muscles in his groin tighten, stiffening his legs. Shoving his cock rapidly through the ribbed tunnel of the toy, he groans louder. Letting his needy noises slip as they please. Fuck it. No restraint. Indulging himself further in his degeneracies, Peter keeps your photo close by. He shoots a glance at it, admiring your soft thighs and amazing cleavage.
He daydreams about you. Imagining the way you’d feel around him, squeezing him so much tighter than any toy. You’d be needy and wet for him too, making it so easy for Peter to bury himself balls deep inside you.
Peter thinks about the way your titties would look, bouncing with each thrust of his hips against you. Would your nipples peak, stiffening under his fingers? How would you react if he had a little fun, and teased you with a superspeed buzz? Would you even like that? Would you think that kinda thing was weird?
He really does want you sooooo bad. But you have absolutely zero idea. Peter knows he’d treat you right if you let him. If you ever gave him the time of day outside of missions, he’d take you on the wildest ride you ever strapped yourself into.
Clenching his teeth hard into his shirt, he wraps both hands tightly around the stroker. Peter leans as far back as he can, bracing his feet flat on the bed. The blankets curl under his toes, as he lifts his hips. Driving his cock through the slick, textured toy and fucking it hard.
“Nnghh…fuuuuck. Fuck.” He groans, voice catching under fabric.
His breaths quicken, and his moans morph into desperate whimpers. Peter aches for your heat, and the closeness of your body. Your gentle touch. Your sweet voice and little whines. He knows, without a doubt, you’d feel beyond amazing. And you’d probably taste so sublime.
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Peter whimpers into his shirt. Saliva seeps through the fabric, melting off his tongue and dribbling down his chin. His cheeks burn hotter, turning a brighter shade of crimson.
“Mmmmmfuckyeah-” Peter moans, followed by a muffled mumble of your name.
He fucks his cock through the toy at rapid, superspeed. Lifting his hips off the bed as if roughly drilling into your tight heat. Peter’s cock throbs as powerful surges of electricity erupt in the pit of his belly. Glossy, white streaks of cum spill from his tip, flooding over the toy. Dripping down the squishy sides of it. His cum stuffs the inside full, coating his dick in its stickiness. Peter thrusts his cock fast enough to appear a blur, until he’s completely spent.
Lying in a sweaty heap over his blankets, Peter pants easy breaths. Tousled, silver hair rests messily over his head. He pulls the stroker from his cock, and slick cum trails after it. Wet and thick against his softening dick. He throws his head back into the bed, taking a moment to compose himself.
It’s really crazy that he’s thinkin’ about you like this, isn’t it? He’s honestly really embarrassed by it. Peter grabs the polaroid and stares at it longingly, unable to suppress the grin pressing into his dimple. Damn. He just can’t help himself. No matter what, he’s kinda ride or die for you.
If only he had the balls to tell you up front.
Peter gazes at the photo for a few seconds too long. Lost in the sight of your sexy body again. You’re such a goddamn knockout. He guides his attention to his dick to find…he’s rock hard again? Seriously? Dropping his head onto the bed, Peter groans with agonizing frustration. He just can’t catch a break, can he? Why’s he always gotta be so antsy, so on edge, or so horny all the time??
A faint sound, like creaking wood, graces his ears. Peter tilts his head up instantly.
Only to be greeted by none other than the unexpected sight of you.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-
You’re standing in his ( mom’s ) basement with your mouth agape. A faint indication of blush paints your cheeks, though he can barely see it. Peter should be moving. He should do what a speedster naturally would do in this kinda situation: Clean up and dress himself in less than a blink’s time. Just to play innocent afterwards. Maybe he could gaslight you into thinking you didn’t watch him get his rocks off.
But he’s stunned to the point of being frozen. Neither of you make a single move. Except for Peter’s dick. It twitches subconsciously in his lap, catching your attention. And your eyes widen further.
He really should’ve gone to the Bahamas. Peter’s betting those beaches are seriously bangin’ at this time of year.
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A Stimulating Surprise.. Part two
Pairing: Elvis Presley!Big daddy x Reader
Word Count: 4,743
Warnings:18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (m and f receiving), anilingus, heavy on the anal play, sex toys (just a vibrator), mommy kink, dominate reader (kinda), sub Elvis. TW: use of the word faggot.
Author's notes: AHHHHHHHH. I'm so sorry for this, LMFAO. Elvis, baby, please forgive me. This was uh.. I have no words, honestly. Poor Jerry, lol. I just hope you enjoy it. This is only my second time writing something like this, so I'm sorry if it's not good! I would've changed the cover art but I was too lazy, lol. Possible spelling errors.
Part one
After that unforgettable night backstage Elvis couldn’t get what you did to him off his mind and was itching for you to do it again. You were more than willing and even got a few other ideas of how the two of you could make things interesting now, but you weren’t sure how open minded he would be to getting some toys involved. The both of you were back home and he had some business to discuss with the guys, so you had decided to go out for a little while to do some shopping and hit up a local sex shop in town. You weren’t completely sure what you were looking for or where to start but you wanted something that you could have some fun with while pleasuring Elvis. Once you got to the store you looked around at all the toys and interesting little things they had. It was a bit overwhelming and you didn’t know where to start but you headed down the first aisle, looking around. You didn’t want to freak Elvis out and thought it would be best to start with something simple. You saw some vibrators and dildos and you stood there with your arms folded over your chest, pondering which would be best to start with for him. You ultimately decided on the small vibrator in hopes that he would like it and would like to explore more. You decided to get a few other things that you knew he’d like to use on you just to continue to spice things up even more in the bedroom. You finally checked out; happy with your purchases and you got back into the car and headed back before Elvis began to wonder where you were.
Once you got back home Elvis was standing in the living room with the guys and you smiled when the two of you locked eyes and he came over to you, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you softly. “Where ya been, baby?” he asked, looking down at the bag in your hand curiously.
“Just out shopping.. I’ve got a little surprise for you.” you hummed, pecking a small kiss to his lips.
“Oh? Can I see?” he grinned.
He went to reach for the bag in your hand curious to know what you got and you snatched the bag away from him and shook your head. “You’ll find out soon enough when I do that thing you love..” you hummed softly against his lips as you reached around to grab a handful of his ass. Elvis quickly pushed your hand away because the guys were staring.
“Would ya quit that, honey.” he whispered. His face became slightly red, glancing over at his friends.
You giggled softly seeing him blush. “Fine.. But I’m going upstairs if you want to join me..” you hummed as you pulled away from him and slowly began to make your way upstairs.
Elvis’ eyes widened and he cleared his throat as he turned his attention to the guys. “I.. Uh.. I’ll be back down in a bit, fellas.” he muttered before hurrying behind you. You laughed as he suddenly appeared behind you on the steps and the two of you made your way into the bedroom. Elvis grabbed a hold of you and pulled you to him and he pressed you up against him tight. You smirked up at him as you kissed him softly.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for days since that night..” he mumbled on your lips.
“Mm, I bet you have.” you giggled, reaching around and slapping his ass.
He grinned and pulled away from you and reached down to remove his pants and you stopped him, shaking your head at him. “Uh uh.. Go take a shower first.” you laughed. He furrowed his brow at you and huffed. You raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a look and huffed again and walked off to the bathroom. You giggled softly and when you heard the shower start you dumped the bag onto the bed, putting away some of the other toys you bought and leaving out just the vibrator and the little outfit you bought to wear for him. You quickly changed out of your clothes and put on the baby pink two-piece lace lingerie set that had a cute little bow on the panties, the fabric was transparent that when you put it on your nipples peeked through and it left little to the imagination when it came to your pussy. You fixed your hair up quickly, cleaning and putting batteries into the vibrator and then when you heard the shower turn off you quickly climbed into the bed sitting on your knees as you patiently waited for him, hiding the vibrator behind your back.
Elvis stepped out of the shower and grabbed his robe and slipped it on, tying it closed as he stepped out back into the bedroom. He quickly did a double take when he saw you and his jaw was nearly on the floor. “I-Is that the surprise you mentioned?” he said softly, smirking as he eyed you up and down, licking his lips.
You captured your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm.. It’s one of them..” you hummed.
“Well, shit.. There’s more?” he laughed, walking over to you and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way your nipples harden from the cool air in the room and the sight of your pussy peeking through your panties was turning him on already.
“Mhm, but.. I don’t know how you’ll feel about the next surprise, baby.” you said softly.
He raised an eyebrow, even more curious. “What is it..” he asked hesitantly.
You slowly removed your hand from behind your back and revealed the vibrator to him. He furrowed his brow. “That’s it? Do you uh.. Want me to use it on ya, honey?” he asked, not sure how he felt about that.
You snickered softly to yourself, shaking your head as you crawled over to where he was standing and reaching out to slip your arms around his shoulders. “Not me.. I was thinking I could use it on you..” you mumbled.
“What!?” he exclaimed, scrunching up his face in confusion.
“Well.. I just thought since you liked my tongue down there so much and what I did that you’d like this too.. It would feel even better than my mouth, honey.” you said softly, playing with his hair.
He was shaking his head as he continued to make a face at you, not sure of how he was feeling about all of this. It was one thing to have you eating his ass, but to use a vibrator. He just didn’t know how to feel. But he wasn’t completely writing it off. “I-I don’t know about that… I ain’t a faggot, honey.” he mumbled.
You rolled your eyes at him. “You don’t have to be to enjoy it, Elvis. Have an open mind, won’t you? It can help us spice things up..” you beamed.
“I.. don’t know..” he answered.
“Elvis! You’ll love it and afterwards I’ll do the other thing you love.. I’ll sit on your face. Please?” you smiled, placing little kisses against his cheek.
He let out a soft sigh, he couldn’t deny that the thing you did really turned him on and felt things he had never felt before especially when he orgasmed. He wasn’t too sure about this vibrator thing, but he was willing to keep an open mind and trust you. “Alright.. Fine.. But don’t think ‘bout putting that thing in me.” he said.
You beamed happily and laughed at his words. “Okay baby, I promise I won’t.” you grinned, setting the vibrator down and untying his robe to reveal his naked body and you smirked eyeing his round belly and his hairy chest, biting your lip. You leaned toward his belly and began to leave small kisses along it, he stared down at you and smirked to himself as he watched your kisses on his belly get lower. You peered down to see his cock semi hard and you glanced back up at him. “Oh, I see little Elvis is getting ready for me, hm?” you giggled.
“It’s that damn outfit..” he mumbled.
“Oh? Maybe I should get rid of it?” you fluttered your eyes innocently up at him.
“Mhm, I wouldn’t be mad...” he said eagerly.
You grinned and sat back up, reaching around to unclasp your bra and slowly letting it drop and revealing your breasts to him. You tossed the bra to the side and you could feel your nipples growing hard again and Elvis’ eyes on them. You bit down on your bottom lip and got back in your position, planting kisses on his belly once again until you reached down to his cock and then you laid down on your stomach, your legs swinging in the air as you took his now fully hard cock into your hand and he let out the sexiest groan as he kept his eyes on you the entire time. You carefully pulled back his foreskin to reveal his red swollen tip and you stuck your tongue out and circled it around the head of his cock very slowly, the saltiness of his precum hitting your tongue. He let out a soft whimper and his left hand quickly tangled into your hair as you wrapped your lips just around the head of his cock and suckled at it softly and slowly, making the quietest sounds for him as you slowly took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat and you gagged softly. You could feel his hand tightening around your hair and he was moaning softly.
“Mm, baby..” he mumbled between his soft breaths.
You popped his cock out of your mouth like it was a lollipop, licking your lips and smirking up at him as you slowly stroked his cock, gripping him in your grasp and feeling him throbbing for you, he whimpered, feeling you squeeze him in your hand. You fluttered your eyes up at him. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you cooed, stroking his cock faster.
“Mhm.. Y-Yes..” he moaned.
“Yes what?” you muttered, reaching down to grab his balls, squeezing them tight in your hand.
He let out a loud whimper. “Y-Yes mommy..” he mewled.
You grinned at his response, letting his balls go and sitting yourself back up and carefully removing his robe off him, letting it fall to the floor. “Good boy.. Now get in this bed and bend that perfect little ass over for me.” you demanded with a pleasing smirk on your lips. Elvis had to admit he was already enjoying this and he nodded at your words and climbed into the bed, slowly bending over for you. He had never been in such a vulnerable position before and he’d die if anyone had ever caught him this way or even overheard the things the two of you were doing. You couldn’t help but giggle seeing him this way and you cleared your throat taking your dominant position more seriously. You stared at his ass that sat completely exposed to you and you rubbed one of your hands over it before giving it a few hard slaps which caused his body to jolt and soft whimpers to escape him.
“Would you quit that!?” he muttered.
“Oh hush.. You know you like it!” you giggled.
He rolled his eyes and glanced back at you with a needy look in his eye. “C’mon, baby..” he pleaded. You smirked at his cute little plea and carefully positioned yourself behind him, running your hands over his back slowly as you pressed yourself up against his ass and then you pushed his upper body down against the bed so that his ass was the only thing you could see. He let out a soft groan from how hard you pressed him against the mattress; it was turning him on even more. Your hands slowly ran along his ass and you leaned down and pressed slow kisses along it as your hands slowly spread his ass cheeks to reveal his needy tight hole and he bit down on his bottom lip in anticipation.
You bit your lip staring down at him and you took two of your fingers into your mouth, sucking on them slowly and getting them nice and wet and then slowly sliding them out of your mouth and rubbing your wet fingers along his rim which caused a soft moan to escape him. You continued to trace your fingers along him. “D-Don’t tease me, mommy..” he whimpered.
“Shh, baby.. Momma’s going to make you feel good.” you smirked, removing your fingers and you kneeled down, spreading his ass cheeks wider apart and you stuck your tongue out and laid it flat against his rim, pressing it firmly as you dragged it up and down along his hole and began to moan softly, loving the familiar feeling of your mouth. You reached a hand around and wrapped it around his balls squeezing them tight before gliding your hand up to wrap around his cock as you began to pump him slowly in your grasp. He groaned and his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck.. Feels so good, mommy..” he whispered, breathlessly.
You smiled hearing his words as you continued to tease your tongue along his ass before shoving it right inside of his tight hole and his body convulsed at the stimulating feeling, thrusting your tongue in and out of him, moaning softly against him as you buried your tongue deeper into his ass, stretching him out around your tongue. You began to pump your hand at the same pace as your tongue fucked him, giving extra attention to the head of his cock. Elvis moaning loudly and slightly moving his hips so that his ass thrusted against your tongue, he was so needy for more. Your right hand that was still placed firm on his ass cheek groped it tight and then you gave it a hard slap.
“M-More, mommy.. I-I want more, please..” he cried.
You slipped your tongue out of his ass and sat back up as you slapped his tight little ass again. “Mm.. I’ve got just the thing for my baby.” you hummed. You kept your hand pumping on his cock as you reached over for the vibrator and you switched it on and the loud hum filling the room and Elvis quickly glanced back when he heard it. He was still so unsure of this but at this point he didn’t care; he wanted more, he needed more. You set the vibrator down and arched his back more and spread his legs so that his ass was spread wide open for you and you leaned down and spit right on his hole and then rubbing it along his rim with your fingers before picking up the vibrator and carefully placing it against his slightly stretched hole and running it along the entirety and the vibrating sensation against his ass made a noise you had never heard before escape him and his eyes shut closed as they rolled back and his toes began to curl as he moaned loudly, gripping the sheets with his hands.
“S-Shit.. D-Don’t stop..” he whimpered
You were getting so turned on watching how much he was enjoying this and submitting to you that your panties began to stick to your pussy because of how wet you had become. You squeezed your thighs together tight and rubbed them up against each other and the friction caused you to whimper softly. You continued to move the vibrator along his tight hole and you unwrapped your hand from around his cock and slipped it into your panties and you rubbed your fingers along your slippery wet cunt getting your fingers sopping wet and then you slipped them back out and wrapped it back around his cock and stroking your slick along his cock, pumping him fast and hard as you leaned down and stuck your tongue back in his ass while utilizing the vibrator by taking turns with it by sticking your tongue in him and thrusting inside of him and then slipping it out and rubbing the vibrator along his rim. It was driving him crazy how overwhelmed he was beginning to feel and how the stimulation he was receiving. He was moaning, whimpering and nearly shaking against you from how good you were making him feel and you moaned against him, continuing to rub your thighs together, practically humping yourself.
Meanwhile downstairs Elvis was expecting a very important phone call from the Colonel and he didn’t want to miss it because he didn’t want to hear his bitching, so when the phone rang Jerry hopped up to answer it and sure enough it was the Colonel asking to speak with Elvis. Jerry wasn’t sure what to do because Elvis was upstairs with you and he could only imagine what the two of you were up to because you had been up there for so long and there were strange noises coming from upstairs. Jerry told the Colonel he’d get him and he set the phone.
“What do I do? I don’t want to bother him if he and y/n are busy..” Jerry whispered, trying to get advice from the guys.
A few of them laughed because they sure as hell weren’t going up there to disturb the two of you, but someone had to do it.
“Just go up there and knock on the door, man. He won’t be that mad..” Sonny chimed in, chuckling. The guys agreed with Sonny and Jerry shook his head seeing that no one else was looking like they were going to do it so he had no choice. He headed out of the living room and upstairs to his room and he could hear the strangest sounds and he wasn’t sure who it was as he got closer and he knew Elvis would be pissed for disturbing him. Jerry hesitated as he listened for a moment and he could hear Elvis moaning and mumbling something.
“J-Just stick it inside of me, mommy..” Elvis begged, now wanting a small vibrator inside of him after how good it felt around him. You beamed happily, giggling to yourself and you nodded, spitting on his rim and getting it nice and wet.
“Just relax, baby..” you whispered. You slowly and carefully slid the vibrator inside of him, only able to get a few inches inside because of how tight he was but that was good enough for him. He moaned out your name as your hand continued to pump and milk his cock and now you slowly pumped the vibrator inside of him, switching between your tongue and the vibrator.
Jerry furrowed his brow having no clue what the hell the two of you were doing, but he couldn’t keep the Colonel waiting and he hesitantly knocked on the door. But the two of you were so caught up in the fun and pleasure you were having that you didn’t hear the knock over Elvis’ moans. When Jerry heard Elvis speak again he mistook it for what he thought was “Come in.” but Elvis was really saying; “Stick it back in.” Jerry walked right into the room not even thinking twice and what he walked into shook him to his core and his eyes widened at the sight of Elvis completely bent over and you with your tongue buried deep in his ass. He didn’t know what to do or say. The both of you were stunned to see Jerry standing in the doorway and you were getting ready to pull out of Elvis, but he reached back and pushed your face back in his ass, not wanting you to stop because he was so close to cumming.
“Goddamnit.. don’t you even think about stoppin’, y/n! Jerry, get the hell out!” he yelled.
Jerry finally snapped out of it when Elvis yelled at him and he quickly turned to leave, bumping into the door frame on his way out as he slammed the door shut and ran downstairs, completely traumatized by what he saw. The guys looked at him confused.
“Well? Where the hell is he?” Sonny asked.
“I…he uh… They’re busy…” Jerry said, plopping down onto the couch and not saying another word, leaving the Colonel to wait.
When Elvis had yelled for you to not stop you certainly didn’t and continued to give him exactly what he wanted switching between your tongue and the vibrator and while tugging and stroking his cock. His body convulsed and his hips bucked and he was so overwhelmed with pleasure that his hands were gripping the sheets tighter in his grasp and he couldn’t even form words by this point as he groaned, whimpered, and panted in desperation as his orgasm built in the pit of his stomach burning to get out and the more you pleasured him the closer he got that when he couldn’t hold on any longer his orgasm hit and he let out the loudest whimpering moan as his thick hot cum came shooting out and landing on his belly and dripping onto the bed sheets. You slipped your tongue out of him when he finished and your hand continued to pump his cock slowly making sure to get every last drop of his cum out and he exhaled shakily. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth watching him and now needing him desperately to pleasure you.
You grabbed him and turned him around onto his back and you climbed on top of him, leaning down to lick up the cum that landed on his belly, not missing a spot as you licked it all up, licking your lips happily and letting out a soft “Mmm..” as you smirked at him. He grinned and gestured for you to come sit on his face.
“C’mere baby.” he hummed.
You lifted yourself off him and quickly stood up on the bed and eagerly slipped your panties off throwing them at him and he grinned, taking them and sniffing them inhaling your scent. You giggled and sat back down and climbed up his body and he set your panties aside as you reached his face and he was staring right at your pussy that hovered above his face and he could see it dripping in your slick so needy for him to give it attention. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and shoved you down onto him until his face was buried in your pussy, your thighs tightened around his head and you let out a soft moan before he even touched you because you could feel his warm breath against you. He shoved his tongue right between your velvety wet folds, lapping up every inch of your wetness that covered your pussy and then he dragged his tongue along your sensitive swollen clit and you inhaled sharply and your eyes rolled back feeling his warm tongue against you, sinking into you and slurping your sweet juices up.
“Oh, Elvis… fuck..” you moaned.
When you felt his long tongue slip inside of your tight hole and sink in deep you began to rock your hips against his face slowly, your hands tangling into his dark luscious hair as you slowly began to pick up some speed, rolling your hips and grinding against his face that his nose hit up against your clit with each movement you made and his tongue slipped inside of you so deep that you threw your head back, whimpering and crying out his name as you began to just ride his face. He groaned beneath you as your thighs squeezed around him tighter, his hands grasping and groping your ass as he began to bounce you on his face, tongue fucking you. “Elvis.. Oh god.. Just like that, baby..” you cried.
You leaned forward and arched your back riding his face faster and harder, hearing him groaning in pleasure from how much he loved it and he slapped his hands over your ass, forcing you to grind against his more as he pumped his tongue quickly and nose still hitting firmly against your clit. He was a master with his tongue and the way his mouth completely consumed you like he was a man starved and you were his first meal. You felt the room was spinning as you drew closer and closer to your orgasm your body responding to his every move and your whimpers turning into heavy pants and you could feel your body growing hot as your orgasm hit and you tugged at his hair as you rode out your orgasm on his face and cumming all over it. You could hear his muffled groans as he licked up the mess you made between your thighs. As soon as you got a hold of yourself you carefully slide off his face, feeling so wobbly and tingling inside as you stared down at his glistening face and without hesitation you leaned down crashed your lips against his and kissing him deeply, he returned your deep kiss, slipping his arms around you as the two of you swapped the taste of one another between each kiss.
You pulled back from him to catch your breath, smirking down at him as he smirked right back up at you. “Jesus.. That was uh.. different..” you giggled.
Elvis laughed.
“Shit.. You weren’t lyin’ that vibrator did feel good..” he chuckled.
“Mhm.. So, that means we’ll be using it more then.” you grinned.
Elvis nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah..” he smirked.
You bit your lip and leaned down to kiss him again. “Um, what about Jerry.. He saw everything..” you mumbled.
Elvis had almost forgotten that Jerry had walked in on the two of you and he shook his head because that was his biggest fear. But he was slightly relieved it was Jerry who caught him because he knew he wouldn’t say anything, but he had to be sure.
“Dammit.. I-I should probably get down there and find ‘em.” Elvis sighed.
You nodded, hoping that Jerry wouldn’t say a word because then Elvis wouldn’t be so open minded anymore. You climbed off Elvis and slipped beneath the covers as you watched him get up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up and when he emerged minutes later he got dressed and fixed himself up. As he headed toward the door he turned to you with a grin. “Don’t you move a muscle, honey.” he hummed.
You smiled at him and giggled. “I won’t!” you exclaimed.
You watched him head out of the room and laid down in the bed waiting for his return. As Elvis headed downstairs he saw the guys and Jerry, who locked eyes with him for a moment and Jerry quickly looked away.
“Colonel’s on the phone waitin’ for you, E.” Charlie said.
“He can wait a little longer. Jerry, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked.
Jerry’s heart sank because he wasn’t sure what Elvis was going to say to him or if he was going to yell at him or worse kick him out for walking in on you both. Jerry got up and didn’t say a word as he followed Elvis into the next room. Elvis made sure they were far enough that they couldn’t hear.
“I-I just want to talk to you about what ya might have seen up there..” Elvis whispered.
“I-I didn’t mean to walk in like that.. I.. Sorry..” Jerry whispered, hardly looking at him.
“You ain’t gonna tell anyone, are ya? I ain’t a damn faggot.” he said angrily.
“I know that.. I know. I won’t tell a soul.. I promise. I didn’t see a thing.” Jerry hummed.
Elvis nodded and patted his friend's shoulder. “Good..” he mumbled before walking off and heading back to take his phone call.
Jerry followed behind Elvis and though he wouldn’t tell anyone he didn’t know how he was going to unsee the both of you like that or how he was going to even be able to look at you or even Elvis for a while. He learned his lesson, he was never going up to that room when the two of you were up there EVER again.
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Summer Storm (Roman Roy Oneshot)
Characters: Roman
Word Count: 1,228
Requested: Roman interrupting a baking/cooking session but he’s like completely clueless? - anon
Requested: could you do spending a lazy weekend being fluffy spent with Roman Roy pls??💕💕 - anon
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A/N: I decided to combine these requests, I hope you don't mind!!! This fic is currently inspired by the thunderstorm happening rn lol. I love Soft Roman. I love him, I love him, I love him. I hit a bit of a writers block getting this done, so I'm sorry if it isn't my best!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜
The thunder rolls in like the tide. You watch the bright sky darken, the clouds pooling in. The heat, the humidity, the thick, sticky air becomes electric. You hear it first, the tantrum. The growling, low and angry. So angry. So breathless. Don't you scare him, you thought, watching the storm. He never liked them. You don't have to say a thing, though he knows. Drink in hand, he pushes your float towards the steps of the pool. The water is warm, not like it was when you first got in. You drag your fingers all the way there, hands pruned, skin burning from the long day in the pool. His sunglasses are big, covering those puppy dog eyes. He holds it in place as you step out, thanking him with a kiss. Don't be here long. You look up from him, his small frame, his red cheeks, to the sudden wind. Strong, passionate, prickling your skin. Suddenly it had gotten cold. Dark. Even in the city you can smell the Earth, the wet soil, the soaking leaves of home. From far away. You stood there a second, on the edge, dripping, letting him take you in. He wasn't the type to look you up and down. Your relationship wasn't like that. There was love outside of your bodies. Now though, something must've caught his attention. Something about you, smelling of chlorine and sunscreen. What are you staring at? You ask, smiling despite your shaking. You're freezing. You're awfully full of yourself, he defends, sipping his drink. You know, even as you turn around, grabbing a towel, he's watching. He can’t take his eyes off you.
The rain pours in sheets. The sky opens like an open wound without a tourniquet. Patting against the windows, leaving tiny handprints, the rain is angry, defensive, falling with all their mite. He left the glass door open, the smell intoxicating. Clean. Fresh. Stormy. The rain patters down the streets, the empty sidewalks, against the rooftop. Cars below honk their horns, everyone forgetting how to drive in the rain. Their tires plunge through the puddles. You stir the vegetables in the pan, watching the lightning flicker. Flashes so fast you question if they're even real. Ooooh spooky! He laughs, pouring you a glass of wine. He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. Are you scared of a little lightning? Watch out, it's got a knife! You take the stem of the glass, taking it in. A white wine, summery. Chilled. Distracted, he takes his chance, slipping the spatula from your grasp. Do you even know what you’re doing? You laugh. This isn’t rocket science, I hate to break it to you. But the asparagus is beginning to burn. Outside the sky cracks like shattered glass. Low, moaning, the wind blowing through the apartment. The curtains blow violently, dramatic. Beads of rain are beginning to come in. Neither of you make any moves to shut it. There is something too familiar, too nostalgic, about thunderstorms. About this thunderstorm, as if you have lived a million lifetimes together, the three of you. There is safety in this idea. Security.
You take a step back, leaving your back against the counter, taking him all in. He’d taken a shower after the pool, his hair still wet. His stubble was shorter, but never gone. His soap, yours, a vanilla scent, mahogany, woodsy. Warm, inviting, opposite the character he forgets he’s playing. He moves through the wound so uncomfortable, as if existence is agonizing, excruciating. He can’t keep still. He nurses his own drink, his tumbler reeking of gasoline. He stirs lightly, as if afraid to bother, to be a nuisance. The oven timer dings and he turns it off, leaving the rest of dinner in the warmth. You resist the urge to wrap your arms around him, to hold him tight and never let him go. But you don’t, because you know he will jump at your touch, any touch, without warning. And it will ruin it. It will ruin everything. So you watch and want. You want him. You want him to feel full and safe and satisfied. You want to wrap him up and never let him go, never let anyone near him again. There are things in this world too precious for mankind. They get used and abused and ruined all because they are beautiful, because they are something otherworldly. He is one of those things. Your Romulus. Your Roman.
Need any help? You ask, already reaching for the oven mitts. The rain has lightened to a steady downpour. The thunder growing fainter. The lightning is as bright as ever. Sometimes it regains its strength, the storm, and it will throw a punch you have not yet braced yourself for. Your vital organs go unprotected. Your teeth sprawl out across the floor. Sometimes it makes him jump, catches him off guard. He is frozen for a moment, before your hand reaches his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Do you need any help? You ask again, nudging him out of the way. He does not object. It is his time to observe you. You reach in, grabbing the pans, leaving them on the stovetop to cool off. The apartment fills with blinding light, just for a few seconds. Maybe less. You both take another sip. It’s his favorite meal. Your favorite to cook. Easy enough, anyways. The breeze cools your back, your neck, your cheeks. You watch the goosebumps on his arms. Want me to close it? The sliding glass door. No, no- you, you like it. No. He shakes his head. He should be drinking water, you think, he’s spent all day in the sun. But you don’t push it, not now. Later you’ll hand him a glass and watch him drink. He’ll be so full of sarcasm, of quips and jokes and anecdotes, but you will get your way.
He gets two plates for you, handing you one. You know, if it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t even have any vegetables. You give him a fork and knife. Oh yes, where are my manners? Thank you Roman Roy for this delicious meal. Where would I be without you? You kiss his cheek, making him smile. He shrugs. Probably dead in a ditch, I don’t know. You laugh. Fuck off! You sit at the kitchen island across from him, glancing at him. What? What are you looking at? He asks, chewing. Can’t I look at my boyfriend? You finish your glass, meeting his eyes. No, actually you can’t. It’s illegal. You’re under arrest. You get closer to him, leaning in. Do I get parole? Mmmm no. Who’s my lawyer? Tom. Fuck you! Despite himself, you catch him grin. You’re tired. The sun took everything out of you. What you want is to leave dinner, leave the dishes, crawl into bed beside him where you can listen to the rain all night and fall asleep. You don’t want the day to be over though. It was too good to be true. Even the storm, even the rain could not ruin it. Whatever quiet time you had together lounging in the pool, cooking dinner, whatever peace you created was enough. More than enough. It was wonderful, it was everything you wanted. Who gets to be the judge? Greg. Are you kidding me? Nope.
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Do you have any sick headcanons on kunikida and dazai together, either both sick or one or the other. But one of them or both of them taking care of each other?
It’s one of my favorite ships
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always always!!
sick Kunikida:
- Dazai loooooves taking care of Kunikida. his favorite past time is sitting on the couch with Kunikida curled up next to him or with his head in his lap so he can play with his hair. Kunikida doesn't feel good at all, shivering and nauseous but it's such a comforting touch
- he's always using the "my poor Kunikida" and Kunikida always retaliated with a groan and "I'm not your Kunikida" but he secretly likes it hehe
- Kunikida has tummyaches all the time and Dazai is always the first to offer tummy rubs, which Kunikida always declines at work but absolutely needs when it's just the two of them because they do help💔💔
sick Dazai:
- Dazai has gotten better about admitting when he doesn't feel well, so some days where he skips work and pretends he's just being lazy end in Kunikida coming home to find Dazai feverish and curled up in his bed. it scares the crap out of Kunikida but he gets to work with making sure he's comfortable and hydrated and feeling better asap 💔
- Dazai gets into phases where he's at work for days on end/doesn't leave the office even to sleep, bad habits he learned during his time in the Mafia, so when Kunikida starts to notice him tripping over his words and the dark circles under his eyes, he forces him over to the office couch to rest. he checks on him every half hour at least
- depending on how sick Dazai is, Kunikida sometimes has a hard time getting through to him. If Dazai's illness causes delusions or nightmares he holes up in his room and locks his door, but Kunikida has seen Dazai's key plenty of times and he will break in and take care of him even when Dazai has gone quiet 💔
both of them are sick:
- whenever Kunikida gets to a certain point, he's useless when he's sick. his vision gets all hazy and he's confused and shivering, so when he and Dazai are sick at the same time it's Dazai doing most of the caretaking 💔 Dazai laying a cold washcloth over Kunikida's hot forehead and taking it every now and then for himself. at some point he's like maybe i should just get one for me too
- they've gotten stomach flus at the same time before and Dazai always needs help throwing up when it gets bad (the hand down the throat method always works best for him) but if Kunikida is also sick his stomach is even more sensitive than usual and he might end up puking if he helps Dazai lol. the occasional sympathy puker
- both of them cuddling together under Kunikida's covers...Atsushi checking up on them and they're both fast asleep, Dazai curled into Kunikida's side like a cat 💔
#anon: 💿!#i hope these are okay!! if you wanted anything more specific just let me know hehe#i love these two#bsd headcanons#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd#kunikidazai#kunizai#dazai#kunikida#illness#sick#vomiting#emeto#fever#caretaking#sicknario#stomachache#stomach flu#caretaker#ask box
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A Dangerous Game Ch 22
Emily Prentiss x reader
warnings: language, alcohol, smut.
Okay so i did say we were gonna wrap at 25 chapters but I'm smooshing things together cause I didn't have enough meat to fill out chapters and am getting lazy. SO! ONE more chapter after this one. Hopefully soon, but also I work the next two days so we'll see how that works out LOL. Plenty of other stuff in the wip pile otherwise and some bingo squares actually started on so you have content to look forward to, promise.
Both you and Emily were incredibly thankful when there was no last minute new case on Friday, leaving the two of you (and the rest of the team) free to head home right at five. You had enough time to wind down from work, shower and get ready before Emily was knocking at your door. She let out a quiet swear when you pulled open the door and you giggled, kissing her cheek gently before setting the alarm and locking the door. You were in a dusty pink casual yet flirty dress, the neckline enough to tease Emily while still being modest, the hem of the skirt flowing across your mid thigh.
“You know I could’ve met you there.” You commented as you slid into the car, “less back tracking for you to do.”
“Yeah, but I figured I wanted to do this the right way.” She smiled softly at you, her hand naturally finding home on your thigh as she started the car, backing out of your driveway. “You look absolutely gorgeous by the way.”
“Thanks.” Your cheeks flushed, glancing over to her with a warm smile, “so do you.”
Emily hadn’t planned much, not wanting to go too crazy or come off overbearing, telling you just to dress nice but casual was fine. She’d made dinner reservations at Iron Gate Restaurant, a cute little place that was a prime spot for date nights that wasn’t too fancy but just fancy enough. It was warm enough outside that the two of you ended up at a corner table on their back patio, fairy lights strewn overtop of the gardens and candles on the tables to embrace the ambiance.
You started with a round of cocktails while you looked over the menu, the waiter offering wine suggestions when you placed your food orders. The table started with focaccia, cremini mushroom arancini and a citrus salad while the two of you gossiped about work that week, laughing over the stories that Emily had missed out on while trapped in her office.
“I can’t believe you told Morgan about the jet.” She laughed, taking another sip of her drink and you joined in on her laughter.
“Listen, I was hungover as fuck, I needed that couch.”
“Well now he’s insistent on bunking with you on trips to keep us apart.”
“Okay.” You shrugged with a grin, “never stopped us before. He can give us an hour for privacy or he can suffer. Or I’ll bribe Savannah. If he’s gonna cockblock us, I’ll cockblock him right back.”
“You’re cruel.” She chuckled.
“No.” You insisted, “I give back the same energy I’m given.”
“Ah, the changing of a few crucial words and you get away with it.”
“It’s worked so far.” You replied with a teasing shrug and she laughed again, her free hand sneaking across the table top to grab yours before laying a kiss on the back of it, fingers remaining tangled when they hit the table once again.
Wine and dinner came out shortly after that, Emily teasing you for your choice of seafood despite your absolute hatred of crab. You scoffed, pointing out that they were completely different tastes and textures, and that this would be delicious. The playful argument was completely unneeded, but the way it brought a spark to Emily’s eye when she looked at you was all the excuse you needed to dig into her when she ended up liking your choice of dinner better than her own.
You opted to take one of each desserts to go and Emily was obviously insistent on taking care of the cheque. You attempted to open your mouth to object and the look she shot you was enough alone to know she definitely wasn’t going to give in, no matter what you said. You thanked her, kissing the back of her hand before the two of you were gathering your things, making your way out of the restaurant hand in hand. She faltered in her step as you reached the back of the car, turning back to you with a smile on her face and you leant in, kissing her gently, lips lingering against hers a little longer than normal for being in public.
“Thank you for dinner.” You murmured, “it was really nice.”
“It was.” She smiled, pecking you lightly, “should do it again next week.”
“It’s a date.”
“Now…. Am I taking you back across the river?” She raised a brow at you and you laughed.
“We got dessert to go. What did you think? I was just gonna run off with it? Besides, Sergio’ll throw a fit if I don’t come say hi.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes about Sergio, considering you were completely correct and kissed your cheek softly before nudging you in the direction of the passenger side door.
*
The moment the elevator doors slid shut Emily had you against the wall in a bruising kiss, lips moving with fire against your own. Your arms quickly looped around her shoulders, fingers threading through her hair, your body relaxing into hers. A thigh found its way between your legs, pinning you to the wall and you let out a whine into the kiss when her hands grasped at your hips, grinding you down against her.
“That’s it angel…” she murmured, her breath hot on your skin as she kissed across your jaw, her muscle flexing under you and your head dropped back against the wall, “feel good?”
“Yes daddy…”
The elevator pinged and you barely had enough time to tear away from each other before the doors slid open and you fumbled your way down the short hallway to Emily’s apartment. Once the door was locked behind you Emily’s hands were on you again, shoes were kicked off and her lips found yours, tongue daring to slide into you mouth and you bit back a moan. Your hands slipped under her shirt, whimpering when she broke the kiss to pull the offending fabric over her head before kissing you again, a happy sigh escaping you that she swallowed down. You quickly got rid of her bra, tossing it to the floor and began squeezing at her chest, lips curving up into a grin at the way she practically melted into your touch. Emily’s hands wound around you to find the zipper of your dress, letting the clothing fall to the floor and she pulled back from the kiss, letting out a low swear when she saw the set you had on underneath.
“Christ princess….”
“Figured I should dress up for you.” You shrugged with a playful grin and she chuckled, her eyes darkening as they dragged up your body.
“You always look so pretty for me.” Her hand reached out, brushing a piece of loose hair behind your ear, “but this is… wow…”
“Yeah?” Grinning, your fingers curled into her belt loops, tugging her closer to you so you could kiss her, “I have a feeling it’d look even better on your bedroom floor.”
“Can’t argue with you there.” She smirked, hands ghosting up your sides to grope at your chest through the lace, pinching at your nipples and you sucked in a breath, your back arching towards the touch. Your hips ground against her and you gasped, a small laugh leaving your lips.
“Why am I not surprised you’re already strapped?”
“Didn’t want to waste any time.” She murmured back, her lips beginning to trail down your neck as her hands made quick work of your bra so you could let it fall from your body. Her hands pinched at your nipples as she bit into the crook of your neck, nudging you back onto the bed. “Good girl.”
She undid her pants, kicking them off, cock springing out before she leant over you, fingers in the waistband of your lace panties and she pulled them down your legs. Her hands smoothed back up them, spreading you open for her and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The moment her mouth lapped at you, your head fell back into the pillows, a happy moan leaving your lips. One of her hands slid up your hip and your own quickly found it, fingers interlacing as she continued to eat you out. Her nose brushed against your clit and you gasped, your hips rocking up to the sensation as your free hand tangled into her hair, holding her gently to you.
Emily’s tongue darted out, pulling your juices into her mouth, groaning over the taste she adored so much, her free hand pressed down your thigh, spreading you even further open for her, just the way she liked. Her mouth sucked at you, moaning against your pussy, the vibrations shaking through you deep into your core. She shifted up, latching around your clit, letting her tongue trace patterns across it while two fingers slipped into your pussy. Her eyes flicked up so she could watch the way your body thrived against the bed, whimpers and whines escaping your lips while her fingers pumped and curled within you. Your pussy was soaked, fluttering around her with each brush of her fingers.
“Fuck… oh god daddy… feels so…so… fuckin good.”
She sucked harder on your clit, tongue pressing down heavily on it while her fingers curled right against the spongey spot inside of you and you cried out, coming undone, thighs shaking around her.
“Good girl.” She praised, kissing just above your clit before pulling her fingers from you. Before she could even blink, your hand wrapped around her wrist and you were sitting up, pulling her slicked fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean of your juices.
“Please fuck me daddy.” You mewled, nearly pouting as you did so and she swore again, knowing that you were likely going to be the death of her.
“Lie back princess.” She urged after stealing another kiss, watching the way your tits bounced when you did as she asked, spreading your legs even wider for her.
She ran the tip of her cock through your folds, smearing it with your juices and your eyes fluttered shut, breath catching in your throat. She lined the toy up, sinking into you inch by inch until she was completely buried within you and you let out a low moan when she circled her hips. She leant over you and your hands instantly wrapped around her, fingers digging into her skin as she began to move her hips. Her mouth wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she set a steady rhythm. Each thrust her cock seemed to hit every inch of your pussy that you needed and you let out a whine, one of your legs wrapping around her to pull her even tighter to you.
“Harder…” you moaned, “please.”
She bit down harder in the same moment that her hips heavily rocked into yours and you gasped, your hands digging deeper into her skin, pulling a moan from her. She braced one of her hands on the bed, fucking deeper and harder with each thrust of her hips, your whimpers and whines getting louder and longer with each push of her cock. Your hips began to rock up to meet hers eagerly, begging for more,
“God… fuck…oh fuck!”
Emily’s teeth sunk into the curve of your breast, her tongue lapping out to soothe the burn but you both knew there’d be a mark for days to come. She licked across your collar bone, placing a kiss on it before making home in the crook of your neck, mouth licking, biting and sucking while she continued to fuck you.
You were a whimpering mess by now, your entire body on fire and completely consumed by her. Her cock filling you so precisely in only a way she could, her fingers pinching at your nipple, tracing patterns across your skin, your senses were overloaded with Emily, her perfume surging through you, bringing tingles to your skin with each inhale you took. She could feel the way your thighs were beginning to tremble around her, the shake in your breath and her lips formed a smirk on your skin.
“Gonna come for me angel? Come all over daddy’s cock?”
“S—so close.” You whimpered, gasping when her cock thrust heavily into you.
Emily’s hand vanished from your chest, sneaking down in between your bodies to find your clit, pinching it when she did so and your legs tightened around her, a loud moan leaving your lips. Her fingers began to rub in time with her thrusts, pressing harder and harder with each roll of her hips.
“That’s it princess… let go…” She husked into your ear, biting at the lobe and you cried out, shaking in her arms as your orgasm washed over you.
Your body shook, tensing around Emily, nails digging into her skin, burying yourself into the crook of her neck in an attempt to be fully absorbed by her, wanting to feel nothing but her in that moment of pleasure that continued to wash over you, wave after wave. You could hear her voice, but were completely unaware of what she was saying, everything was a haze until you could feel the drag of her cock in your pulsating pussy and let out a shuddering breath, letting go of her and collapsing down into the pillows with a sigh. She gazed down at you with a happy smile, her hips stilling against yours as her hand caressed at your cheek, thumb rubbing at your skin until she was certain you’d had enough of a chance to catch your breath. Leaning down she kissed you softly, lips moving with grace against yours and there was no place in the world either of you wanted to be in that moment. She slipped out of you, leaving the strap to be dealt with later and rolled onto her back, wrapping an arm around you in the warm embrace that you gladly accepted, curling around her body.
Your leg nestled between hers, head resting on her chest and your arm lazily strewn around her while you slowly came back down to earth. Emily’s hand came up to the back of your head, gently scratching at it, playing with your hair and she left a tender kiss on the top of your head. Everything felt right, felt peaceful, comfortable and despite the air cooling as the night wore on, a warmth was wrapped around the two of you that you knew wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. The silence took over the room, only the sound of your breathing and happy little hums as you simply basked in the embrace of each other.
You let out a happy sigh, nuzzling into her body deeper, kissing at her bare skin and she hummed softly, kissing your head once again. A warmth bloomed throughout her as you nestled against her, pressing gentle kisses to her skin. Her eyes drifted down at the feeling of your finger tips on her skin and she caught the way they were softly tracing the pattern of the scar on her stomach, ghosting over the white lines and Derek’s words from the other day replayed through her head.
“Hey…” she whispered softly, gently squeezing at you.
“Hmm?” You replied without looking up.
“I wanna tell you something. Something that should help make sense of why I did things the way I did…”
“Okay..”
“Years ago…. I was the target for someone, someone who wanted to see me in pain before actually killing me. Meaning they were going after my team first and I decided to be dumb, I thought the only way to protect the people I cared about was to go take care of it myself, go straight to the source of the violence.” Your fingers stilled in their pattern, shifting off the scar as your head tilted up at her and she stalled in her words at the expression on your face.
“I know about Doyle.”
“What?” Her brow furrowed and you shrugged.
“It’s not every day an FBI agent comes back from the dead. Everybody knows about the legendary… or… reckless depending on you who ask, Agent Prentiss. I’d just never heard a first name or seen a picture. So yeah…” you nuzzled back into her chest, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling, “I know the Dewald thing kinda just brought you right back there and you didn’t want to repeat history, especially with me in your place.”
Silence overtook you, your hand curled around her waist this time, thumb rubbing across her soft skin as you waited for her to absorb your words. She kissed your head, her lips lingering on you before she spoke once again,
“Is that why you never asked about the scar?” She felt her brow furrow and you shrugged.
“I’ve been in law enforcement long enough to know not to ask about scars. Hell, even before I started this job. You never know if it’s gonna bring up some super painful memory or if it’s from something like falling off the swings as a kid.”
“Hmm…” She replied and you could feel the wariness flowing off her, so you shifted up onto your elbow to look up at her again.
“Emily…” your voice was soft and hearing her name on your lips like that made her heart nearly stop, the adoring gaze in your eyes completely melting her. “We’re good. Okay? You don’t need to be constantly apologizing or explaining yourself or buying gifts. Give it another month and we’ll be arguing over something trivial like whose turn it is to take out the trash.” Your smile brought a laugh to her lips, worry washing away as the sparkle in her eye returned while you leaned up to kiss her. “We’re more than good. Okay?”
“Okay.” She smiled brightly, letting out a happy sigh when you nestled back into her chest, “as long as you know that I’m in this for the long haul, that I want it to really be something and mean something.
“I do.” You murmured.
“So much so that I may have mentioned something to the director earlier today.” She winced at the way your body tensed against her.
“And… what would that have been?”
“I didn’t specify things, I just brought up that something was… blooming and I wanted to get in front of it professionally.”
You propped up on your elbow again and Emily frowned at the worry wavering in your eyes, “are they gonna transfer me?”
“No!” Her hand shot out, cradling your cheek, “no baby, no. I didn’t even mention you by name. We’ll have to go in and sign some paperwork on Monday, there will be some situations where you report to the section chief or director directly instead of me. Any evals or performance reviews will be done by them instead, and they’ll likely keep a closer eye on us in the field for a bit, but we can do this.”
“Good.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her, “because I really like this job. And I also really like the idea of not having to sneak around or be worried about it all the time.”
“And we won’t have to.” She kissed you softly, lips curving up against yours as she did.
“When do we tell the team?” You asked and she sighed heavily.
“Let’s give it a bit? If that’s okay with you?”
“Please, Morgan and Garcia are already having field days with it, let them get the major teases out before everyone’s in on it.”
“Knowing Garcia that’ll only take the rest of the week.” Emily chuckled and you laughed.
“Well then let’s make the week worth it.” You murmured as you leant in, your lips brushing her skin as you caged her into the bed and she let out a chuckle, eagerly accepting the kiss.
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