#first time writing

[wonderlandrry]

hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesn’t suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)

pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)

blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.

contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green 🍃, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.

word count: 5k

• NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY •

just friends

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Rylan’s honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonight’s argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.

Parting your lips, you sigh, “See you around.”

“Don’t be like that,” A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. You’re not exactly sure why you’re focusing on that but here we are. “It was a joke, come on.”

Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isn’t the first time he’s made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people don’t understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They can’t wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.

“Saying Harry follows me like a stray dog,” You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesn’t know what Harry’s been through. That only pisses you off more. “Was too far.”

“He doesn’t have any friends, Lil, just you.”

“Because he’s smart, he doesn’t have friends because he’s fucking brilliant.” It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now it’s your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you not see how fucked that is?” He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. “You’re supposed to be dating me, not him.”

You scoff, “So that’s what this is?”

Rylan’s hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. “Look, I don’t care that you’re friends with him but you spend too much time-”

That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasn’t the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didn’t have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.

“You’re threatened, huh?” His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. “Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harry’s been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.”

“I see how you guys look at each other.”

Your whole face heats, it’s literally on fire. “You’re seeing things because we’re just friends.”

“You’re in denial.” Fuck. This.

Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasn’t enough to simmer down your anger. You don’t even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. That’s what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesn’t exist but he still won’t accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.

He doesn’t follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didn’t expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions don’t match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.

Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? It’s hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?

From: ball boy (11:35 pm)

you home?

To: ball boy (11:36 pm)

yeah

You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didn’t end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.

From: ball boy (11:42 pm)

open the window before Mack catches my ass.

Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he could’ve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.

From: ball boy (12:46 am)

don’t tell me you’re fucking someone right now

From: ball boy (12:47 am)

fuckin’ sick, lil

Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harry’s cocky expression staring straight at you. It’s too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that he’s amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. He’s done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. You’ve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, he’s your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.

“Nice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.” Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, “Thought you had a date.”

You blow out a breath, “Not anymore.”

He smirks, dimple popping, “Obviously.”

“Thought you had plans.” You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didn’t mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didn’t seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.

His lips purse, “Nah, not tonight.”

“Why?”

He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, “You know why.”

Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, you’d rather die than let him go and that’s selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, “Harry-”

“I’m good,” He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. “Worried about you.”

You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, “Nothing a Star Wars marathon won’t cure, Stud.”

His face lights up, “God, I could kiss you, Lil.”

“Whatever you say, ball boy.” Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe that’s the reason no one believes you’re just friends. But, they’re just jokes, yano.

“Ball boy?” He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harry’s staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you’re completely immune. He’s handsome and you’d be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hair’s tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “That’s fucked up.”

Pulling back, you shrug, “You’re the one who plays with them all day.”

His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, “Baseball, I play baseball.”

You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. “Whatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.”

“Better watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, “because I don’t share with bad girls.”

“Watching Star Wars high?” You grin as he nods. “Man of my dreams.”

Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, “Don’t tease.”

After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. He’s lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.

The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesn’t have an exact science. We’re happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. He’s always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You don’t know what changed but his hands haven’t left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.

Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You don’t allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time you’d get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he can’t get enough, “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. “You?”

“Yeah, that feels good.” His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. “Your t-touch always feels good.” Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.”

Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. “You make everything better for me too.”

Harry’s the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain can’t stop taking him in for some reason. It’s involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. It’s like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.

Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like he’s trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now it’s erratic and fast.

Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends don’t look at each other like this. Especially you guys.

He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you can’t seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.

Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everything’s moving slowly and the next, he’s lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he can’t get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. You’re looking at each other in silence but it’s so fucking loud.

“We should-” He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, “Don’t wanna finally have you if you’ll regret-”

“Won’t ever regret you, H,” Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. “Don’t stop, we’re okay.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation you’ve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldn’t stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.

“Yeah, just friends,” Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. “This doesn’t change anything.”

You lied because this meant everything but you can’t stop.

He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.

You blink back hoping he doesn’t.

“Just friends.” He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.

The words come out breathless.

The words come out easily.

The words come out in cool peppermint.

He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you can’t put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There aren’t enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didn’t know you craved until now.

Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. He’s kissing you like you’re oxygen and he’s hungry for air. Almost like he can’t breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.

Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.

Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, “So fucking pretty.” His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. “Wanna taste you so fucking bad.” Kisses pepper your face, “Wanna make you feel so good, please? ”

“Y-yes,” You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.

“Fuck,” The word’s rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle he’s being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like he’s in pain, “Want you so bad,” His nose runs against your jaw, “Not gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.”

“Sorry,” You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.

“Shh, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.” He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, he’s kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.

“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. It’s too fucking much. “Harry-”

“Need something, Lil?” He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.

“Please-” Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.

“Please what?” Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“I want-” The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No one’s ever asked what you wanted before. “I’ve never-” Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.

“It’s okay,” He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. “Taste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.”

“Fuck,” The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, “Mmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, “Lil.”

Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever he’s around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like he’s committing every muscle movement to memory.

“For fucks sake.” He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.

“Hmm?” The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.

He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. “So pretty when you cum, Angel.”

Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that it’s painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.

He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, “I-fuck-I’m not gonna last.”

Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. “God, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.” He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, “You can take it, just like that, so fucking good.”

Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. He’s the most devastating man you’ve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what you’re afraid to admit out loud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but don’t respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You don’t want to lose him when this doesn’t work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you can’t lose him. You can’t lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because there’s no one you trust more. He’s your best friend.

“Lil?” Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldn’t see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until they’re touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. You’re not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, “There she is.”

“Here I am,” You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.

Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, “You still with me, Lil?”

“Always.” The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. “Gonna get dressed real quick.” A giggle escapes your lips, “Don’t have the money for Ellie’s therapy bill if she walks in.”

“Fuck,” He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, “She’d probably ask to join.”

Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know it’s Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harry’s face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.

From: Ry (2:30 am)

Sorry about tonight.

From: Ry (2:31 am)

Can’t lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldn’t touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.

That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but he’s already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, “Harry-”

Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, “I better go.”

You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesn’t. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, “We need to tal-“

“Friends?” You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know you’re okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.

He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.

“Yeah, Lil.”

Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you don’t think you’d be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.

What the fuck did you just do?

[sukioyakio]

ghostface!miguel

Had to get this off my mind

ghostface!miguel who is walking toward you with large steps while poor little shy!reader is running in fear away from him,as you were trying to ran away from him in the forest,but trip on someone belonging that were left there.

But before you could have any chance of running away from him,he already had an huge amount of your hair in his hands,as he pull your hair and caused you to make an loud whimper,he was behind you while you were on the ground,the dirt on your shirt and on your shorts (not those booty shorts that are showing your ass💀😒),as you felt him,his body on your back,his mask on your ear,as you start to cry literally buckets

“P-p..please. . . please l-let me go..please” she says with a pleading look on her face

as ghostface!miguel was smirking underneath his mask,enjoying the view of her vulnerability,as more tears fall down onto the ground,as she start to squirm from him,but she too weak,afraid and exhausted to push her body forward,as she mumbles apologies

“oh how I love me,an pleader"he says so clearly in her ear as he roughly pull her hair back,making her head up in the air by his force,

"Oh especially when they cry,but I can't say who beat it you or your friends?he says in an dark chuckles,as you starts to cry more about the thought of your friends being dead;your breath starts to get heavier as you only realize that your . . . trap,there no way for you to leave this situation

"Your an cute girl,it would be an . . . shame that your little boyfriend isn't alive to see what I'm about to do you"

[evelynsspace]

for your consideration….making out with luke and him pulling on ur hair

Omg😩

The way he'd kiss you like his life depends on it,pulling you close to him trying to feel all of you while you straddle him🙁

He'd pull your hair quite hard to get you to moan so his tongue could enter your mouth,one of his hands roaming your body,his cold hand making you shiver but loving every second of it anyways.

Only pulling away when you paw at his chest,a string of saliva connecting your lips,you pant.

He does give you a break to catch your breath,he pulls on your hair once again to expose your neck to him,he bites it so everyone can see that you're his and his only.

He goes back to your mouth,smirking against it when you start to hump him,trying to ease the pain in your lower area.

He decides to let you,he's quite excited himself.

He pulls your hair (again) and grabs your butt,helping you move faster.

He can feel your arousal through your pants and his,he's proud of himself for being the only one to make you feel this way,to hear moans and whimpers of his name when he's not even in you.

You cum with a loud moan,and he follows by a grunt and a soft moan,you pull away from his lips,putting your head on his chest.

He kisses your forehead and cuddles you close.

And you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[xarlenewithanx]

Is it too much to ask?!?

You sitting on his face like the queen that you are. Him wrapping his arms around each of your thighs with a firm and tight grip, making you unable to move. His tongue rapidly moving around your pussy, giving you immense pleasure.

“Ah!—Haa—”

Your moans drove him mad. It’s like a song you sing to him. It encourages him to keep going.

He kept sucking your clit, your weak spot, eager to hear more of that sweet sound you make.

“Haaaaaah~ Mmmmmh~”

Your pussy starts to feel sensitive. You’re almost near your high.

“Haaaaa~ y-yes~”

You pulled his hair as you feel your orgasm coming.

“Haaaaaaah!”

You finally came.

Before you could even stand up, he grips your legs again.

He gave you a serious look.

“Get back down here. We're not done yet.” He mumbled.

He pulls you down again and continued to feast on your cunt

[exactlyyoungchaos]

Loss of my Life.

Husband Simon X Reader.

My first time writing here!!! Please don't mind the mistakes as I'm writing this at 5 in the morning. enjoy!!!

TW: loss of a relationship, hurt, angst, little comfort, cursing, trauma(loss of family, mention of miscarriage), "its not you, its me bullshit" let me know if i missed something!

You used be a medic working with TF141 for years before you retired. that's how you met your now husband Simon Riley. he was the most loving, attentive and responsible partner you could've asked for, he was ghost to everyone but not you, never you. But something's changed recently.

ever since his last mission eight months ago, he's been detached, not talking to you properly, coming home extremely late and drunk. he hasn't even touched you since he came back and its saying something for a guy who used to be attached to your hips whenever he could.

you tried talking to him, tried asking what's wrong but you always got the same answer, " you're thinkin too much lovie, nothings wrong."

but you know your husband so you start digging, and that's the biggest mistake you have made.

you found a note in his vest pocket, where he keeps his wedding ring during missions that read " be safe and come back to me" in a handwriting you knew by heart but it wasn't yours.

it was of his childhood best friend. she was in the special forces as well, and recently worked with Simon's team on the last mission.

you knew then and there, the reason of the detachment, the curt responses. your husband was in love with the woman he told you not to worry about.

your eyes blur with the realization that the life you once knew is soon going to come to an end, the man you're in love with , who's ring you have been wearing for years is not yours anymore or maybe he never was.

you sat there in your closet, tears streaming down your face, gut wrenching sobs coming out of you mouth. he isn't home, like usual so there is no one to witness the loss of your life.

your brain conjure up all the good times you had with him but now all of it is tainted by the realization that none of it was true.

you remember every time you caught both of them looking at each other, the friendly adoration in Simon's eyes now looked like longing, with his hands still around your waist.

every time he said to you "you're the love of my life" with his lips on yours, was he wishing it was her? all these years, you were so in love, so blinded by the rose tinted glasses you had over your eyes that you never saw it?

you sat there for hours, mulling over your whole life. how the one person you thought was yours forever was never yours. so you got up, eyes hollow, bloodshot and puffy, your form trembling. you put the note back where it was and go lay on your bed.

you stare at the wall for hours, around three am, your front door opened and closed. you felt him as he walked in the bedroom and slipped under the sheets next to you.

for the first time in weeks, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you towards himself, " you awake love?" he murmured in your neck.

all that came out of your mouth was, " Am I not enough?" in a rough whisper.

his arms tense around you, he knows that you know. before he could say something, you turn to face him, still in his arms.

you look at his face, and trace his scars with your fingers as tears fell from your eyes on your pillow.

his expression is tortured, " Its not what you-" but you cut him off with a soft shush and a finger on his lips. the lips you called home for as long as you remember.

you don't want him to lie to you anymore so you smile, the same smile Simon has witnessed when you lost your whole family in an accident as he stood next to your shaking form during the funeral, the same smile you gave him when you had a miscarriage as he stood next to you on the hospital bed holding your hand, grieving with you.

his heart was breaking, he was cursing himself for doing this to you. but you don't blame him, you haven't said anything to him except "will you hold me for the last time? please?" and you bury your face in his chest, taking in his scent for the last time. feeling his erratic heartbeat for the last time.

Simon's hand tightened around you, he doesn't want to let you go. the only good thing that happened to him. he destroyed you, like he always does to anything he touches.

he knows he cant fix this, nothing he could say would fix this. so he held you, with all his might, for the last time.

part 2?

[bimbo-baggins86]

His Confessional: Sam Monroe

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CW:18+ MDNI!, religious undertones, p in v, smut, dubcon, no use of protection, afab! language, use of pet names, smoking weed

A/N: This is my first time ever writing something with the intent on publishing it so please be kind but critiques and suggestions are appreciated! I apologize in advance if it sucks!

Word count: 3k (oops)

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Sam stands on his porch, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his lips. A smirk makes its way onto his face as he sees a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk. He takes one last drag before flicking the butt out into the lawn. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he jogs down the steps, coming to a stop in front of you.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite neighbor.” He says looking down at you. Your groan of feigned annoyance doesn’t go unnoticed by him, making his smirk grow wider.

You lift your head up to look at him, eyebrows knitted together slightly, “Favorite? More like the only one who can stand you.”

He chuckles as you step past him, letting himself take in your figure from behind in that plaid skirt and stockings. He feels his pants start to tighten at the site. He clears his throat and catches up to you.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry? I thought we could chill and smoke some.” He shrugs his shoulders casually.

You continue to make your way back to your house that resides right next to his. “The offer is definitely tempting but I can’t, Sam, not tonight at least.”

He pouts at this and clasps his hands together in front of himself pleadingly, “Oh c’monnn,” He drags the last syllable out, “you can’t expect me to smoke all alone on a Friday night.”

You give him a smirk and a playfull roll of your eyes, “Oh but I can. Your right hand can keep you company.”

His cheeks turn a little pink and he looks away shaking his head, trying to play off your comment. If only you knew how often it did just that while he was thinking about you. Languid strokes of his length, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes screwed shut as he pictures your body writhing and squirming underneath him.

Sam is pulled abruptly from his fantasy as you poke his side, “Are you good?”

He blinks at you for a moment as his brain struggles to catch up but quickly composes himself and nods. “Yeah I’m fine, I just realize that my best friend doesn’t actually like me is all.” He teases, sighing over dramatically.

You roll your eyes again at his antics and come to a stop, glancing at your driveway noting that your mom still isn’t home from work. “Alright fine. I guess I can hang out for a little bit.” You give into him.

He grins happily, getting his way. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You shake your head with a laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s the promise of free weed I can’t resist.”

He chuckles. That’s something else that draws him to you. You might have your mom fooled with the “perfect Catholic school student” front you put up but you aren’t as stuck up as he expected. Oh but he knows you’re a virgin and that in itself is enticing. The plaid skirt and stockings are like the bow on a present.

He happily drags you across his front yard and up his porch steps, into his house. He makes a pit stop in the kitchen while you make your way up to his room like usual. Sam scours through the cabinets for the usual snacks to ease your munchies before meeting you upstairs, arms full of assorted snacks. One bag of chips is held just by its corner in his teeth. You laugh at the site.

He plops down unceremoniously beside you in the bed and you let out a yelp in surprise, earning a chuckle from him. A smile works its way onto your face seeing how many of your favorite snacks he brought up.

Sam glances down at the (possible) overkill. He reaches a hand around and scratches the back of his neck nervously, “I just wanted to make sure you had anything you could possibly crave. I know how bad your munchies get.”

You happily sit up on his bed, and he tries to ignore the way your skirt rides dangerously high and you are completely oblivious to it. He has to tear his gaze away or he’d do something about it right then. His self control was thinning.

He reaches into his bedside table drawer and rummages around for the tin he keeps his weed in. When he’s successful in his search he emits a soft ‘aha!’, pulling it out. Opening the tin, he plucks out a joint he had already rolled in the assumption you’d say yes like you always did. You watch as he places it between his pink and plump lips. You catch yourself wondering what they’d feel like on your’s. You hurriedly shake the thought from your head.

He sparks the joint and takes a long drag off of it, taking the chance to show off with a ‘ghost inhale’ which unknowingly to him is one of the hottest things you think he can do.

“Close your mouth Princess, you’ll catch flies.” Or his cock. He smirks at you as you snap out of whatever trance you were in this time. Sam passes the joint to you, pinched between two of his long fingers. A smile of approval works its way onto his lips as you accept and take a puff from it.

As you two smoke, his room becomes hazier and he finds it harder and harder to tear his gaze away from you. He watches your soft lips wrap around the tip of the joint and he can’t help but to imagine what they’d look like around his cock. The effects of the weed start to settle in, making both of your heads feel fuzzy. As you sit forward to flick the ash off the joint, the light catches the cross pendant you’re wearing. Something about that makes his want for you grow. So innocent. So pure. He could shape you into exactly what he wanted. An idea pops into his head.

With his pointer finger, he beckons you to come closer, “Wanna try something real quick.” He says, taking the joint back from you.

You nod and obediently shift closer to him. He smirks as he watches, the skirt edging up even further now. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in, and with his free hand he grips your chin with his ringed fingers and draws you closer, pinching your cheeks so your mouth opens. He leans in the rest of the way and exhales the smoke into your mouth as you inhale it, shotgunning the hit. Sam’s heart feels like it’s about to explode out of his chest. It’s not a kiss but your lips are touching his and god, they feel as soft as he imagined. He feels himself hardening in his pants.

Sam sees the opportunity that’s so easily presented to him, practically on a silver platter. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe he’s taking advantage of you but right now he doesn’t care. He’s going to take what he wants. What he thinks is his. Once all the smoke is exhaled from his mouth and into your’s, he seals it with a sloppy kiss, the metal of his lip stud scraping against your lips.

When you both separate, he’s grinning devilishly. Your bloodshot eyes are wide in surprise. Sure you’ve fantasized about him but that was it. Purity was shoved down your throat for as long as you can remember that even a kiss was borderline taboo. You were able to rationalize smoking weed (it came from a plant, plants were nature, and nature was pure), but not physical intimacy in any capacity. But now as you sat there on his bed a new and undeniable ache was growing between your legs, absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sam. He knows exactly what that means.

He shifts a little closer, like a lion closing in on its prey. “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked with feigned concern.

“I-…Sam…that…you know how I feel about that..” You instinctively reach up ands hold onto the crucifix pendant on the chain on your neck anxiously, “I’ll have to go to confession with this now.” Your nerves are starting to settle in.

Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Oh please. There’s nothing wrong with a kiss. I can promise you that God doesn’t mind. Priests do way worse all the time anyways.” He says in a huff.

You shake your head vehemently, your worry growing but that ache still lingers, only increasing. “That’s not true, Sam.” A pout forms on your lips.

He shakes his head again, “No, it is true..but if you insist…why would another one hurt? If you’re already having to confess, why not make it more worth it? God wouldn’t like it if you wasted his time with something so small..” Maybe he should regret trying to manipulate you like this but his dick is driving his decisions right now, he’ll deal with the consequences later.

To you, he has a point. You wouldn’t want to take up God’s time with something so minuscule like that. You chew on your bottom lip in contemplation, it’s Sam. Your Sammy. He wouldn’t lie to you…right? He’s just looking out for you. Hesitantly, with a sigh you nod your head. He has to suppress a grin at your naïvety.

Scooting closer, he closes the rest of the distance between you two, one of his hands making it’s way to the back of your neck. His eyes flick down to your lips before he leans in, this time capturing your lips in a slow and tender kiss. It doesn’t stay that way for long before he’s shoving his tongue in your mouth. That growing ache for him was almost unbearable at this point.

His lips leave yours to trail wet kisses down your neck and across your throat, savoring every small gasp he pulled from you, and making a mental note of the places that you reacted most positively to. He wanted to go slower for your sake but his cock was becoming painfully hard. He’ll make it up to you later. Nimble fingers make their way to the buttons of your blouse, popping them open so quickly you’re surprised that none fell off. Your head is spinning and you feel all fuzzy as your best friend sees you like this.

Sam nudges you onto your back and your heart feels like it’s in your throat as you look up at him, his pupils blown with lust. He grins down at you while running his hands over the soft skin of your torso. Reaching behind you, he makes quick work of your bra, tossing it aside. He stares unashamedly at your bare breasts, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“God…so perfect..” He murmurs, kneading the soft flesh. He pinches your erect nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers, grinning as you yelp. Leaning down, he takes each nipple into his mouth, one at a time, swirling his tongue around the hardened buds. He feels his cock twitch hearing your soft moan.

Once he’s satisfied, he sits up enough to slip his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor somewhere in his room. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He confesses to you.

Your body is covered in goosebumps, your heart pounding in your chest. You feel your shame and guilt coming in waves. “I-…I don’t know about this Sam.” You whisper and touch your cross necklace absentmindedly.

Sam swats your hand away from it, “There’s no need to worry, sweetheart. Would I ever tell you to do something that was wrong?” He asks innocently. He knows what he’s doing is wrong but he’s already gotten you this far.

You shake your head and his smile returns, “Atta girl,” he reaches a hand up your skirt and teases the crotch of your panties, gasping as he feels the wet patch that’s formed, “Oh Jesus, princess…you can’t say you don’t want this now. You soaked through your panties.” He tuts.

Heat instantly rises to your face and you try to cover it with your hands but he blocks you before you can with a shake of his head. He slips your underwear off from under your skirt and drags a finger teasingly through your slick folds, grinning as you squirm. “Baby…” He murmurs at you. Experimentally he ghosts a finger over your clit, feeling his dick jump again at your soft whimper. He applies pressure to the sensitive bundle, moving his fingers in slow deliberate circles. The soft moans that fall from your lips are immediately committed to memory.

His touch on your body feels so sinful, you feel ashamed as you mewl in pleasure. Just as quick as he was to touch you, his hands are off of you. Your eyes snap open just in time to see him undoing his belt, shimmying his pants down and off. Your breathing quickens seeing the outline of his hardened length in his plaid boxers. He smirks at the expression on your face, letting it fuel his ego a little bit.

Keeping his eyes on you, he slowly eases his boxers down. His cock springs out, slapping below his bellybutton, the tip is an angry red and weepy. The look on your face is a mix of nerves and excitement. He pats your thigh, “Don’t worry princess, I’ll start slow.”

He gets closer, spreading your legs further apart. He grips his length and rubs his tip through your folds, pulling a new sound from you.

Slotting himself between your legs, he grabs them and hooks them around his waist. With a wicked grin he looks down at you. “You know what Samuel means, baby?” He asks, “It means ‘God heard’, but I can promise you, you won’t want God to hear this.” The words were blasphemous to your ears but it’s short lived as he pushes himself into your cunt, groaning as your velvety walls squeeze him deliciously. Your face contorts from the stinging as he keeps sinking all of himself into you.

He tries to give you a moment to adjust but he can’t hold back any longer when he’s finally got you right where he wants you. Sam stars to rock his hips back and forth, his eyebrows knitted together. It’s taking a lot of self control for him to not just cum already from how tight you are. “Fuck princess…been dreaming of this for so long…pussy’s taking me so well..” He grunts out, enjoying the site of you underneath him. The real thing is so much better than anything he ever imagined.

The words are so sinful, but they excite you. Could something that feels this good truly be a sin? The pleasure replaces the pain and your brain blurs the lines of your once cherished religion. In your eyes now, Sam is God.

Your moans fall more freely from your lips, and his thrusts increase. The lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your skin and the squelches reverberate off his bedroom walls. The site below him is enough to make him *almost* believe in God, you’re the closest thing to an angel he’s ever seen, your uniform skirt bunched up at your waist, the crucifix necklace bouncing along with your breasts with each thrust.

Every stroke of his dick in your plush walls drives you both closer and closer to the edge. “Feels-s…so g-good Sam..” You whimper as your nails claw at the flesh on his forearms. Hearing you admit that, he grins again.

“Oh I know it does baby..pussy’s squeezing me so tight..” Beads of sweat start to form along his forehead.

A new type of feeling is building up inside your tummy. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Sam pants out, “Can feel you getting tighter.”

You nod your head rapidly back and forth, not being able to find your voice as he continues to plunge himself deep into you. The coil was wound impossibly tight, getting harder and harder to hold back.

“Cum for me baby…cum all over my cock.”

It’s like his words open the floodgates, sending your climax crashing into you. Your moans are loud as your walls clamp down tightly around him. After a couple more thrusts, you notice his movements get sloppier. That’s the only warning you get before he’s shooting his hot seed deep inside.

He keeps himself fully sheathed in you for a minute as he catches his breath. He releases the hold on your legs before he slips out, a mixture of both of your creamy fluids oozing out of you. He admires the pornographic site before leaving his room and coming back with a warm rag. He helps you to clean off, a tender gesture after how he’d been moments before.

Sam slips back into the bed, laying beside you and taking you into his arms. Gently he presses his lips to your forehead. “That was amazing sweetheart. You felt so perfect.” He murmurs contentedly against your skin. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

You turn to look up at him, “You thought about this..with me..?” You ask seemingly shocked.

Sam can’t help but let out a laugh. He just took your virginity and you’re surprised to hear he thought of you in such a way? “Of course I did. Your comment earlier wasn’t too far off. Except it wasn’t just my hand keeping me company. It was the thought of what you looked like under that tiny little uniform. Anytime I saw you in it, I got so painfully hard. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

Your cheeks flare a deep pink and he chuckles again, pulling your face closer to press a couple chaste kisses to it.

“I hope you don’t think that this won’t happen again because now that I’ve gotten a taste, I’m gonna want even more from you.”

You want to say it won’t happen again but you know it’s a lie. You’ve felt heaven and you’ll be damned if you don’t get to again. In your eyes now, the only one you’d get on your knees for is Sam. He was the savior in your eyes, your god. Or perhaps he was the fork tongued serpent, tempting you to live deliciously. Either way, you’d submit yourself to him. Heaven or Hell. Righteous or Sinful. He succeeded in blurring those lines.

The words you speak are practically a vow, “You can have all of me.”

Oh he will.

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That Sundress...

Simon “Ghost” Riley X Housewife! Reader Blurb~ When the Ghost is feeling affectionate… Cw: Swearing, Fluff, Slightly suggestive, Female reader, proofread at 2am 665 Words

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That fucking sundress.

That...

Fucking......

Sundress...

Holy shit, you were gonna kill this man.

All the shit he's been through and his wife is gonna be the thing that finally stops his battle-hardened heart. You were leaning over the counter, focused intently on preparing dinner for you and your husband, when Simon got home.

He walked in and gave a short greeting of: “Hey, love..”. He was clearly distracted by the thin, flowery dress you chose for today. 

Your husband did not see the dress on you until now as it was a new purchase, however, you may have had him in the back of your mind when purchasing it. 

You looked up from your work to greet him and soon made your way around the counter to give him a hug. 

“Welcome home, Honey~ How was work?” As you affectionately spoke you wrapped your arms around his midsection, squeezing him and resting your chin on his chest looking up to meet his eyes.

You had to be doing this on purpose.. First the dress and now the cutest, little wifey greeting, right out of an old timey romance film. It's not that you weren't always affectionate with him, it's just… you are just so perfect, too perfect. Ghost can’t help but wonder how in the hell you ended up with him.. What did he do right to end up with beautiful, charming, sweet, you all over him like this??

As you stayed wrapped around his torso he rested his large hands on your hips, squeezing slightly as they landed on your body. It’s like he could just barely feel the warmth of your skin through the dress with how thin the material was. He slowly dragged one large, hand up the small of your back, pulling your body into his more, the other moving down to squeeze the soft flesh of your butt. He didn’t mean anything horny by it, in all honesty, he just needs you closer, as close as he can get you.

He leans down at the same time placing his masked face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. You let out a small noise at the feeling of his lowkey gropey hands. 

“Mm.. Simon, I’m not complaining at all.. trust me on that but, you just got home, Hun. You don’t wanna eat or wash up first?” You ask him, genuinely.

“Mhmmm..” He simply grumbles and holds you there, pressed against him as close as he can get your soft body. You soon place your arms around his neck and hold him back, just enjoying the warmth of your husband's body. He usually needs a bit more prompting to be the one to initiate affection like this, so you’ll take it!

He breathes in your smell and feels your body’s warmth as you two hold each other. 

Ghost eventually pulls his head back from your neck and makes eye contact with you, soon reaching up and pulling his mask up over his mouth. He doesn't give you time to admire the newly exposed skin before pulling you into a deep kiss. Closing his eyes and savoring your lips like this is the last time he’ll get to kiss you. 

He kisses you as if he doesn’t trust mere words to properly communicate your worth to him; but maybe his actions can?

Your lips meld together sweetly for a bit but soon he pulls away from the kiss and gently holds the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheek as he looks into your eyes. 

For a moment it’s just the two of you.

Simon and his little love.

The two of you melting into each other’s embrace.

~~~ First ‘fic’ I’ve written since middle school so don’t flame me in the comments I’m not a writer just felt affectionate for our babygirl <3

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Overwhelming ecstasy

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

tags: 18+, soft dom!mike schmidt, sub!reader, loss of virginity, slight age gap (reader is 24 and mike is 27), masturbation, grinding, size difference, piv, creampie, kind of wholesome(?), aftercare

synopsis: you’ve been dating Mike for a couple of weeks now after being friends for years, you haven’t had sex yet but tonight Abby is sleeping over at a friend’s house and you and Mike are finally going to have some time alone.

-> inspired by the song jupiter by flower face

the three of you are standing on the porch of Mike and Abby’s house, hugging the little girl as her friend’s mother is waiting for her to get in the car.

“you can call if you need anything okay? shelly’s mom has my number, you can ask to call me anytime and i’ll come pick you up whenever you want” Mike tells his little sister, kneeling in front of her to hug her.

“i know! can i go now?” Abby says as she tries to pull away from her older brother’s hug, eager to leave and have fun with her new friends.

“yeah of course…” Mike answers.

as Abby lets go of her brother’s embrace, she turns to you and hugs you tightly. you hug her back and can’t help but feel grateful to have both her and Mike in your life. you met Mike as a little girl, both your parents and his were really good friends, and both of your families used to have weekly dinners and go on trips together. of course, that was before the incident with Garret. you’ve always been extremely close to him, helping him as much as you could throughout all of his hardships. you always knew there was something more, even when you were just a little girl, you knew Mike was the one for you. for years, you were pining in secret, desperately hoping one day he would notice that your feelings were more than platonic. miraculously that day happened, two weeks ago, you promised Abby to sleep over and watch movies with her. you told Mike to get some rest while he could as you took care of Abby the whole night. you both had a lot of fun and even though Mike was in his room trying to sleep, he couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your giggles echoing throughout the house. when he woke up the next day, he knew he wanted to be with you, he never felt that way about anyone before.

in the morning the day after you and Abby’s girl’s night, Mike made the first move. you both bantered as usual but you felt a strong tension that was not there before, that’s when he kissed you for the first time as you were making Abby’s breakfast. you were extremely surprised, after years of desperate devotion to Mike, you had started to lose hope that things could escalate further between the two of you. but they miraculously did and even though you were itching to ask what might have made him suddenly express his attraction to you, you preferred to stay quiet so as not to ruin the moment.

tonight would be the first night you ever spent alone in the house together. as Abby is approaching her friend’s mom’s car you both wave, “have fun Abbs! and don’t forget you can call whenever!” Mike yells out as she is now already in the car. the mother inside the car waves as she leaves their driveway. mike is pretty anxious to let Abby sleep over at someone else’s house. he is extremely protective over his little sister which is linked to his little brother’s disappearance but Mike talked to Shelly’s mom enough times to feel like Abby will be safe and well taken care of there.

mike lets out a big sigh as the car is now out of sight and looks back at you. “just us” he says with a slight smirk.

“just us” you repeat with a soft smile.

the both of you go back inside of the house and you decide to get yourself a glass of water. you can’t help but apprehend tonight, you knew things would probably escalate and get intimate between you and Mike but the thing is you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. despite being 23, you never really felt that kind of attraction for anyone, well anyone other than Mike. men often try to get their way with you when you go out to bars or clubs with friends but you never felt an attraction strong enough to actually go through with it. you’ve kissed a guy in high school but that’s about it, you never really understood how to touch yourself properly either so you never had an orgasm before. you often talk about it to your friends and honestly feel like you’re missing out. despite your inexperience, you still want to try your best and make Mike feel good, he works so hard, he is under so much stress, you want nothing more but to help him relax. Mike had that energy, he had something that made you feel protected as if he was in control of everything happening around you, and sometimes you imagine what it would be like for him to control you.

you’re sitting on the couch watching a TV show, not really paying attention to it, instead, you’re thinking about what might finally happen tonight.

you stayed up late at night ever since you hit puberty, thinking about Mike and his calloused hands, his beautiful brown eyes, and his husky voice keeping you up at ungodly hours, just fantasizing about finally getting close to him.

as your college is close to Abby and Mike’s, you have been spending a lot of time with them lately and your dreams about him have become more and more frequent. just thinking about it was making your cheeks all shades of pink. you turn your head to see Mike watching the TV, slouching on the couch, his hands resting on his stomach. you’ve always been attracted to him, but something about him tonight was driving you insane, maybe it was the way his black sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders or the simple look of his relaxed body but whatever it was, it was making you feel helpless.

you look at Mike sitting next to you and speak up “I think i’m going to take a shower, is that okay with you?” you ask him. “yeah yeah no problem” he says looking back at you, not noticing your flustered expression and the slight red tint on your cheeks.

you got up and got your night dress from your bag and the underwear you had meticulously prepared two days ahead. for your first night together, you opted for a white ruffle nightgown with lace details and a small baby pink bow sitting on its low-cut neckline. your set of underwear also matched your nightgown and it made you feel pretty and comfortable.

you kiss him on the top of his head and proceed to head to the bathroom to take a shower in a desperate attempt to cool yourself off. you undress slowly and get in the shower, the warm water hitting your skin. you get soap everywhere on your body and begin to clean yourself up but can’t help feeling aroused at the thought of your hands being Mike’s, cleaning every part of your body. slowly and hesitantly, your hands travel down to your lips. As you slowly caress the slit, you move your fingers closer and closer to your clit. you begin to feel nice but as always, you’re blocked, you can’t seem to know your body well enough and can’t seem to ever get to your climax. after a while, you get quite frustrated so you turn off the water and decide to get changed. you slip in your underwear and then in your short nightgown, your breasts slightly spilling out of it.

you head back into the living room and find Mike in the same slouched position as you left him. he turns his head to you and you see his gaze slightly change. ever since you moved near his house for college and you’ve been spending more time around at the house that time spent together helped Mike slowly realize that he had feelings for you that went further than a simple platonic bond.

whenever you laughed or played with Abby, he could feel his heart melt. but as he grew up with you, he never really saw you in a sexual light, he knew he was extremely attracted to you but he never really thought of you that way, except since you had started dating. mike felt a bit awkward about it and you two never really talked about it before so when you hugged him a bit tighter than usual and he felt your breasts pressed against his chest, Mike couldn’t help but excuse himself to release the pressure it had caused in the bathroom.

you and Mike never really talked about having sex or sex as a whole, but both of you somehow knew it was going to happen tonight.

you feel your cheeks getting really warm as you feel his intense glare on your body. you sit back on the couch, right next to him and an awkward silence fills the room for what feels like 5 whole minutes. suddenly, you suggest “we could watch a horror movie?” locking eyes with him.

“yeah that would be really fun” he says, followed by an attempt to clear his voice.

you chose the Blair Witch Project as neither of you had seen it before. Mike gets two beers from the fridge and you get blankets to snuggle on the couch. you switch off all the lights and sit next to each other as the movie starts. you love horror movies, you always did but that didn’t exempt you from getting scared when watching them. the lack of light in the room and the loud volume of the television made it impossible not to jump at every single jump-scare. Mike sensed that you were getting quite scared so he placed his hand on your thigh, showing you that he was there and that everything was okay. a jump scare had you by surprise and made you, almost instinctively move closer to Mike’s side. Mike then offers to move even closer “come over here” he says in a soft voice as he helps your body to his lap. you sit on his lap, your head sitting on his shoulder, his chest facing your back.

Mike is holding your body as you are both watching the film, as you get scared you bury your head in his neck until whatever’s scaring you on the screen is gone. another jump-scare makes your whole body twitch but as you do so, you proceed to get higher on Mike’s lap, now sitting directly on his crotch. as your nightgown is pretty short, his jeans are in direct contact with your underwear but you are so caught up with the movie that you fail to notice it. Mike on the other hand couldn’t think about anything else. slowly he felt a bulge growing in his jeans. he didn’t know what to do and the fact that you kept moving around wasn’t helping his case. the movie was close to its end, but Mike don’t think he could wait until then.

slowly and with care, Mike tries to move his hips in a desperate try to hide his bulge from you. it doesn’t, actually it does the exact contrary as his sudden movement snaps you out of the movie’s tension to another tension, the one growing inside of Mike’s jeans. you feel extremely flustered as all of a sudden you catch Mike’s move as one to make you notice his bulge instead of him trying to hide it from you so you decide to be brave. you sat up on his lap, pretending to be particularly intrigued about the end of the movie, and began to gently grind on his lap. you feel his bulge getting bigger under the weight of your body. Mike calls out your name softly, and you look back at him. he gestures to you to move your body to face him and so you do.

you’re now facing him and you smile looking at his face which is only softly illuminated by the television. the movie is now ending and the credits are starting to roll but neither of you move. mike pulls you in for a kiss and you reciprocate, as you do, you can feel Mike melting into the kiss.

his bulge is twitching as you slowly go back to grinding against it. you can’t help but comment at the size of it “what the hell” you murmur almost talking to yourself. mike slowly chuckles at your comment and asks you “do you want to see it?” with a slight smirk. you nod shyly while looking away from him, feeling quite embarrassed. you had no idea of what you were supposed to do or say as you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. you get off his lap and Mike gets up, turns on a small light, and turns off the TV. your eyes follow his every move while you are still sitting on the couch. he sits back next to you and asks you “do you really want to do this?”. you nod again but mike objects “speak up.”

“i… i want to see it mike.” you say shyly followed by a loud gulp. “good girl” answers mike.

mike gets up again, and stands in front of you. he takes a long time to unbuckle his belt, your eyes are glued to his big calloused hands as they’re removing his jeans’ button. as you see him go for the zipper you quickly stop him by grabbing his wrists. you look up at him through your eyelashes and bring your face closer to his bulge, you then start to take the zipper in your mouth and meticulously bring it down. mike slightly chuckles as he finds you trying to take the lead quite endearing.

mike lets his jeans down leaving him in nothing but his boxers. you’re now face to face with his erect member, you have never seen one in real life before and you can’t help but feel impressed.

you look at it, motionless for a couple of seconds before finally caving in, bringing your fingers to mike’s bulge. you touch it hesitantly, tracing its length with a soft touch. mike winces “f-fuck”, you can feel him twitch under your fingers. you don’t know how to interpret his grimace, “did i do something bad? i’m sorry i just really wanted to feel it, i should’ve asked…” you say looking up at him, quickly removing your hands from his body. Mike catches your wrist and pulls your hand back on his crotch “please, don’t stop”.

you obey and draw circular motions on his tip. you look up to see Mike’s eyes rolling from pleasure, this motivates you to be bold. you bring your face closer to his still-clothed bulge and timidly start to kiss and suckle the fabric of his boxers.

Mike needs more but he wants to treasure every single second he has. as he looks down at you, he can’t help but let out a groan of pleasure at the sight. his eyes wandered lower from your face to your breasts. he can’t help but think about the amount of times he grew semi-hard just at the thought of them. your nightgown’s low-cut neckline left little to the imagination, your breasts spilling out of it. he gently cupped your face with his hands and kneeled to be face to face with you, you looked at him with a confused look for a second but he quickly pulled you in for a kiss. the kiss was sloppy and needy, he pulled away and traveled down to your neck, suckling and biting your skin. he stopped to take in the scenery before burying his face between your breasts, kissing and cupping both of them with his hands as he performed circular motions on your nipples with his thumbs through your nightgown. you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, bucking your hips for any friction.

mike sees how desperate you’re getting and decides to help you out. he steadily removes your nightgown from your body, reviling your matching underwear set “you had it all planned didn’t you?” he says with a slight smirk forming on his face. you can’t even say anything back as all you can manage to word is incoherent babbling mixed with moans. mike then proceeds to sit next to you and tugs your body on top his his. as you’re sitting on his lap, you hurriedly move your hips up and down, grinding sloppily on his clothed member, trying hard to feel him through your panties. “mike… mike this feels… feels so good” you sound like a mess, moaning and panting while trying to form half a sentence. mike puts his hands on your hips, guiding you as you grind on his throbbing member. « fuck baby if you keep going like this I might come in my boxers » Mike remarks as he groans loudly.

“Mike, I am ready, I want to feel you” as soon as the words left your mouth, Mike freed his cock from his boxers, ready to do just what you asked him to. you let out a small gasp at the view of his girthy member, this turned Mike on even more which he didn’t believe could be possible. Mike helps you remove your panties and you can’t help but feel embarrassed as you are soaking wet. Mike loves it, as you were trying to hide your face with your hands. he gently pulled your hands away « be good for me, let me see your pretty face as I make you cum ».

Mike glides on his hands and guided it to your cunt, the sound you make as his fingers find your clit are almost pornographic. when Mike pulled his hand away you cried out from frustration, he guided his fingers to your mouth “now lick it.” he ordered. you obeyed and tasted yourself while he watched with an intense glare. as you were done scrupulously licking every drop of your liquid on his fingers Mike asked you “are ready for me baby?”. you nod vigorously. he teased you by brushing his tip against your clit which made your body jolt in pleasure. « tell me if it hurts alright? » he says as he knows it is your very first time, you look up at him and kiss him as a way to tell him to keep going. he finally gave his first thrust, his cock stretching you for the very first time. it felt really weird at first but after a few thrusts, you started to get acquainted with the feeling and getting more and more into it. « baby… you’re so tight, feels so fucking good » Mike vocalizes his pleasure as you’re loudly moaning, getting closer and closer to your climax « Mike I’m going to… I need to… ». he suddenly speeds up his pace, until you both came in unison.

you pull away from him and sit next to him, still panting « I’ve never felt anything like this before ».

« neither did i » he echos as he turns to face you, looking at you lovingly. he gets up and gets you one of his t-shirts to put on and gets you a glass of water. « you did so well baby » he murmurs as he kisses your forehead and places the glass of water on the coffee table in front of the couch.

A/N: aaah okay this was my very first fanfic and I was extremely nervous to post this but I have been obsessed with Josh Hutcherson for months now, more particularly with Mike Schmidt he honestly awakened something in me! I have been using tumblr again for a few months now and I’ve been loving it, it feels like such a safe and cool place to hang out! i really missed it! i didn’t really proofread and english is not my mother’s tongue so I am sorry if there is any grammatical errors in this! also I love flower face so much and this song has been on repeat for months it’s sooo good!

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[c4erul3um]

Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Part one (introduction)

part one, part two, ...

Summary: You're spider woman from earth - 971421, with symbiote spidersuit, your reality collapsed because you weren't meant to be the one and only spider-man, well, spider-woman , so now you're in some super secret spider people organisation keeping the spider verse from collapse, and their leader is really something.

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: Hello, I just wanted to say sorry but english is not my first language, so please if there are any mistakes correct me, also this just kinda introduction to you and your character. Enjoy ^^

You are just a normal member of the spider society along with other spider totems.

You have been here for a year already, when your universe started to collapse on itself from nowhere, you were saving people from falling rubbles and buildings when an orange portal opened before you and out of it came some dude with a blue and red suit and a woman on a bike.

"Who are you?" You asked wearily. "We are from the spider society and we're here to recruit you." The male said not so happily. "Why should I?"

"Because you could help us really big. You see, we keep the universes to collapse on themselves. We are from the spider society. So, because your is ending, you could go with us." My eyes narrowed under the mask, the red slits narrowing too.

"But, I have family here…"

"We know, but it's the only way." The woman said. I looked behind me to see the buildings falling and people screaming. "I...will go with you." I signed and looked down with teary eyes, thinking about my two most loved people I will never see again.

You see, in this dimension I'm the spider-man, well, spider-woman, I was created by alchemax.

They were experimenting with animal DNA on humans, so they pumped me with spider DNA to create spider-human hybrid, and it worked, creating me, a powerful spider-human hybrid. But they didn't care about me, only about their little experiment, so they left me to rot in mine cage like cell and from time to time they pumped me with some experimental serums again.

Until one day one of the employees that worked in DNA field, his name was Miguel O'Hara, helped me escape, opening your cage and letting you free. When I got out and into some alleyway, he found me and helped me into his apartment, where he cleaned mine cuts and every wound you had on your body. From then on, he took care of me.

I was a little shy, not having human interaction in years took a toll on me. I met his daughter, she was an angel, I adored her and she liked me too. Sadly she grew up with no mother, so I had a soft spot for her and kind of took the role of her mother. Being her support and helped her with some things, but I had a lot to learn yourself.

Miguel helped me make mine spidersuit, this one was different from the other ones, in alchemax they experimented on symbiots too, and one kinda crawled into me when I was escaping, this one wasn't it's own being, it was jus like some upgrade to spidersuits, designed for better use and to be compatible with it's host.

So when I first tried it on, the symbiote kinda morphed into the suit, making it retractable with my will. It was so cool and helped a lot when blending with normal people on the streets. Your relationship with Miguel was, sweet, it wasn't exactly romantical one. But it felt like one, he was really sweet and took care of you in your first few months and helped me with my new powers from the extreme DNA change.

So when I left mine dimension my heart shattered, you felt alone without your Miguel. I was distant from other spider people, I don't like human interaction much, keeping mostly to myself. My only "friend" could be Jess, she took me in when I first came here, she was sweet and helped me a lot adapting to my new life. (Change of POV)

Then you found out that the other spider-man that was there by the portal when your dimension started to collapse was named Miguel O'Hara. But this one was different, colder, more introverted than your Miguel.

Your first mission was when you had to stop some anomaly from destroying another dimension. You were called for back-up and you took the anomaly down with ease, having more advanced senses and webs than other spider people. Your glowing red web being more tougher than their normal ones.

They all looked really surprised when you shot from the orange portal, the red on your suit almost like glowing, and took down anomaly they couldn't within few moments. When you had the perfect chance, you bit the anomaly in the neck to paralyze it. From then, all of them were kinda scared of you, but you didn't care, you felt kind of good, they had reason to be scared.

You didn't talk to any of them anyways, well, to some of them you did, there was this cool guy named Hobie, he was anarchist, you liked him he was cool and fun to be around.

Then there was Peter B. you liked him, he was like older brother to you, and his daughter Mayday, she was sweetheart, you were babysitting her from time to time, she had spider powers after her father, it was pain to look out after her sometimes.

Pavitr was sweet too, but you didn't talk that much as he wasn't in the HQ often. This Miguel was really complicated man, he wasn't talking to anybody, hiding in his chambers from the outside world.

You were kind of sorry for him as your Miguel was extroverted, talkative and took care of others. He was always angry at you, without reason, you didn't really know why. One time you saw him watching videos with his daughter, he looked happy, not like the shell of a man that he is now.

From that day you knew why he was so cold, his dimension collapsed, his daughter died, he lost everything. You know why your dimension collapsed, you weren't meant to be spider-man, Miguel was, so you ruined the cannon and that was the reason of the collapse.

"What do you want?" Asked you Miguel, still looking darkly into the monitors he had around his desk. "I grabbed you some food, so you wouldn't starve." You said and threw the small box to him. He caught it with one hand and opened it.

"Empanada, I know you like it." "Gracias." He muttered, taking one and biting into it. "What are you doing, except being depressed and gloomy?" "If you didn't know already Muñeco, I'm the on responsible for looking out for the universes if one of them didn't collapse or if there isn't any anomaly, Chica." He grumbled, annoyed, you just rolled your eyes, already used to his attitude, swinging onto the platform he was standing on.

"What are you doing?" He asked, annoyed. "Annoying you, and it seems like it's working." You looked at him through your masked eyes. He didn't say anything, your mask disintegrating, your (H/C) hair falling onto your shoulders, hood still covering your head, you took sunglasses from your hoodies pocket and put them on, the light from the monitors not doing you any good to your sensitive eyes. He looked at you from the side, looking at your glasses, you turnined to him and raised one of your eyebrows.

"What?" "Nada, it's just...weird seeing someone else having same problem with light as me." He turned away from you, after some more looking at you, you turned around and jumped off the platform and on the ground that was underneath.

"Where are you going?" He asked as you started to walk away. "I don't know, going to annoy someone, you know, the normal." You walked away and as the door closed after you, Miguel smiled just a bit.

What you didn't know was, he had a soft spot for you, not showing it of course. From the moment you were recruited he knew you were same as him, having lost someone the same way as him. Not like other spider people, no, you lost the entire universe, just like him.

Notes: Hope you enjoyed. I will write another chapter, don't worry.

[ultraacherries]

Need - jude bellingham 🍒

this is my first time writing a fic so my grammar and spelling is horrible lol i’m open to criticism so feel free to tell me what i should improve on !! if you want to leave suggestion all feel free !!

Him wanting you was an understatement.

He needed you.

He needed to ruin you in every way possible.

He needed to undress the innocence that wrapped around you like a cloth and taint you with every sin known to man.

He needed to break every part of you and then piece you back together with love that is on the edge of consuming him.

The lustful attention thrown at you did nothing to sedate the thoughts of having you to himself, your very being belonging to him. Only him.

Everyone could see it, from his unwavering longing gazes, to his protective touches, everyone but you. Your oblivious nature didn’t mean your feelings towards him were platonic like they once were.

You started to feel a sudden shift when Jude moved to real madrid, his confidence and physique filled you with an indescribable feeling, one you’ve never felt before, his friendship was always something you treasured dearly but now you found yourself craving for something more.

You might be oblivious however he wasn’t. He saw the way you’d blush when he’d hold your hand protectively guiding you through a crowd or when you clenched your thighs together as you watch him working out. But he knew you wasn’t ready, although your thoughts mirrored his, your thoughts were clouded with confusion as to what these emotions were. He was willing to wait for you, rejecting the urge to destroy his years of self control.

That was until he saw you in Rodrygo’s embrace after a match. Jude gathered his things ready to finally see you and sink into your warm presence only to find you with someone else.He was aware that your relationship is nothing more than a “platonic pair”, but his self control cracked as unreasonable rage consumed him.

You felt a hand dragging you out of the stadium, into the parking lot and pulled you into the passenger seat, to then sit on the opposite side without a word.(pretend jude has his license lol)

You were about to question what the hell just happened but his clenched jaw and tight grip on the steering wheel made you hesitate a little. After a few minutes of silence you mustered up the courage to ask.

“Jude are you mad at me” you said quietly. He turned towards you with a dark look that softened a little as soon as he saw the soft gaze directed at him almost forgetting that you where in the arms of another.

He turned away refusing to let your eyes deter him and asked “what were you doing with Rodrygo baby” his calm tone that once offered you comfort now fills you with unease.

“Rodrygo is also my friend Jude i was congratulating him on the win” you tilt your head in confusion you didn’t see why you need to offer an explanation.

He lets out a sarcastic laugh that made a shiver run down your spine but that didn’t stop your frustration.

“ i don’t see why you have an issue with this you don’t-” he cuts you off.

“finish that sentence Y/N go on i dare you”

your mouth clamps shut in submission surprising the hell out of you. He exists the car and walks over to your side and opens it. Even his rage couldn’t stop him from taking care of you and it made your heart flutter in your chest.

He takes your hand taking you up to the hotel room where you were staying until you two return back home from Barcelona. He swipes the card key opening the door and pushes you onto the wall beside it.

“Jude ” you’re silenced by the hand the creeps up to your waist. You can feel the anger vibrate off of him and form into a state of desperation.

“i love it when you say my name baby it drives me fucking crazy, ” his voice filled with a need that mirrored your own.

“jude-” he groans which makes your body fill with warmth and shock.

“did his arms feel this good y/n” he questions as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his breath ticking the special spot that made squirm.

“n-no” his hands go up his jersey that you were wearing and he rests them on your stomach. The heat of your body clashes with his cool skin leaving your mind hazy.

“you’re already gone, and i’ve barely touched you sweetheart” he chuckles in a way you found so attractive it made you freeze in his hold. This was wrong he was your friend.

“jude ”you whine and his grip on you tightens.

“hmm” he groans into your neck again heightening your arousal.

“friends don’t” you were to shy to carry on, to admit what’s happening between the two of you. However, Jude wanted to hear you say it. He needed to hear you say it.

“best friends don’t what ? i wanna hear you say it baby go on” he looked up at you but his gaze was too much to bare so you look away.

“b-best friends don’t touch each other like this” you stuttered. Deep down he knew you were right but his frustration was clouding his judgment.

Your chest moving with every breath, the slight tremble your body omits is enough for him to bend you over right now and have his way with you.

"okay then ill back away and we will pretend this didnt happen" his voice so soft it sounded like a whisper, he saw the disappointment quickly surround the lust in your eyes. Jude felt his shorts tighten around him begging for release.

"is that what you want y/n you want us to be just friends?" he taunts as he raises those hands further up your body. God those hands drove you crazy you never want him to let you go.

The undiscribable feelings you felt now made sense, you wanted everything he wanted to give you, forgetting and remaining in the comfort of friendship was the last thing you desire.

You desire him. The words you want to say were stuck in your throat, the ability to express them were always denied in his presence, so you look away only for him to turn your head so you can face him again.

" nah baby i want you looking straight at me" his grip on your chin is firm. His eyes overwhelmed with determination. "tell me" he says.

"i-i dont want that jude" he gives you a nod in encouragement telling you to go on, which makes you drip with arousal and confidence which leads you to utter;

"i want you jude" you take step closer even though it was impossible with how intertwined your bodies were.

" i need you jude" you whimper in his hold as he moans at the juxtaposing innocence and lust swimming in your eyes. He brings you into a long awaited kiss that conveying the burning desire and desperation, making you both dizzy.

Jude’s thoughts we’re preoccupied with one thing…

You needed him.

[cinnamonroll-anon]

Soft Confessions: Sun Wukong x Reader

a/n:This is from a Pov I did for a Sun Wukong playlist. This will hopefully be the start of me writing for more characters on fandoms that I enjoy!

Warnings: First time writing, Fluff, Comfort, Gender Neutral, Nicknames, (he calls you Peaches and Baby). After having a particularly long day you find yourself extremely tired, unbeknownst to you, a certain monkey king has grown worried for you and he has a plan to cheer you up.

Today had been a long day. You were exhausted and your whole body ached. You wanted to finally get home and collapse, but fate had different plans. A certain monkey king had missed you the entire day. The day had kept you so occupied that you had to ignore all of Wukong's texts. With his growing emotions for you, and your sudden disappearance, made him grow anxious.

Did you find out? How could you have found out? Was he too obvious? Did you think it was too weird? Did you suddenly grow tired of him? Were you angry at him?

He finally got up from flower fruit mountain and decided that he was going to do something about this. He went to get food from Pigsy's and not so subtly asked if anyone had seen or heard from you.

"I saw them on their way home, but they didn't look so good. They barely waved at me and they looked a bit down" Mei pitched in.

This won't do, not at all in this monkeys head. He had a mission. You, his most precious friend, feeling down in the dumps and not telling him? Unacceptable. He's supposed to be there for you! Luckily for you he already had a plan.

So here you are in your room about to take your shoes off when your phone springs to life. You wearily find your phone and look at the screen. It was Wukong, he was calling you. You quickly answered

"Um hello?", You meekly answered.

"Hey Peaches! Whats the matter? You haven't answered me all day." His energetic voice rang through the phone.

"Um I've just been really busy and tired today. Can you call me later? I'm gonna take a nap." You said as you were just about to hang up.

"NO NO NO! PLEASE DON'T HANG UP!" He practically screeched.

"Okay, okay, I'm listening!"

"Its just that, I've missed you all day and was wondering if you could make some time to hang out with me? Please, I promise you it'll be worth it!" he begged.

"Yeah, I'll hangout with you" you said as you let out a sigh.

"Great I'll be over to pick you up!"

"Wait, pick me up? Where are we going? Um Sun? Hello?" It was too late, he had already hung up the phone. You were okay if he was coming over to chill out with you, but he's taking you out. You weren't sure if you were gonna have the energy to last through whatever shenanigans he had in store for you. A couple of knocks at your door snapped you from your thoughts. You sluggishly opened the door to reveal the one and only Monkie King.

"Hey Peaches, you ready to go?" He beamed with a bright smile.

"Actually, I didn't get time to get changed, I'll quickly get ready-" you replied, just about to go back inside of your house until an arm yanked you backwards.

"Don't worry you look great, now lets go!" He dragged you and pulled you close to his chest. Before you can even process what was going on you were already on a cloud, flying over the city. The sight was beautiful, it was around noon and the sun getting ready to set. You also took in the fact that you were pressed so close to Sun Wukong. He was so warm and comforting, you felt your face heat up at the thought.

"So, is this your plan for hanging out?" You spoke, trying to occupy yourself on anything other than the overwhelming heat on your face.

"You kidding, this is only the beginning. You just sit tight and let me do the rest, okay Peaches?" He leaned down and replied with a mischievous grin. If you weren't burning up before now you were on fire, you quickly pressed your head to his chest in hopes of him not spotting your embarrassed face. Meanwhile Sun Wukong looked down at your antics and allowed a light blush to dust his face, you were just too cute! He quickly looked up, praying to any deity that you didn't see his slip up.

"Looks like we're here" he said as the cloud lowered itself onto a little hill. The wind blew gently on the grass and there was a lonely tree. You felt like you could see the entire world from that hill, the sun letting its golden light swallow the view. As you were taking in the sight, Sun Wukong began walking towards the tree, you spotted him moving and followed behind. When you both arrived at the other side of the tree you saw spotted a picnic blanket, food from Pigsy's, a small bowl of fruit and a box of pastries.

"I heard that you weren't having a great day and decided 'hey why not surprise you", he spoke with a soft voice, scratching the back of his neck while looking away. You felt your heart flutter at his sentiment, so caught up in your head you entirely missed a lovely pink adorning his face.

You both spent the time eating, talking about your individual days and laughing at his jokes. After the laughter died down you both looked at the scene, the sun was now setting letting its most beautiful hues light up the sky. The nearby clouds also dressed in their finest pinks and oranges, all blending together to make a breathtaking sunset. Your attention snapped to Sun Wukong when he began to move around. He pulled up his phone and began to type on it, soon music came from it. He placed his phone on the blanket and got up. He then put his attention to you "May I have this dance?" he asked smugly while bowing and offering you his hand.

You felt that familiar heat engulf your face as you extended your hand into his. He gently pulled you up and you began dancing, at first it was formal but then you both lost each other to the music, simply enjoying the moment. You both had danced for a while before Wukong brought you in close to him.

"Peaches, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, and its that I love you. Just you existing in my life has made it so much better. I feel honored that you let me be your friend and let me learn more about you. I've lived through alot of things but, I know that if I had to live through it all just to see you, to see you smile, I would do it all over again. And I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me." He said his face turning a shade of red.

"Sun, yes, I'd love to go out with you. If I'm being honest I've had feelings for you as well, its just that I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I mean you're literally The Monkey King, and your a great person to be around." you responded.

He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief "Thank goodness I was scared that i would've ruined it and that we wouldn't be friends anymore" he said letting his shoulders relax.

You laughed at his response and you gave him a hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug.

"Hey Sun?"

"Yes baby?"

"My feet are tired"

He then burst into laughter. "Wow, i thought I was gonna be the one to kill the mood". He said in between his laughter, then he grabbed your hand gently and led you back to the picnic blanket under the tree. You both sat down and watched how the sun was almost hidden under the horizon. You then felt a wave of drowsiness hit you and you found it harder to keep your eyes open. Feeling sleep slowly creeping over you, you tried to get as comfortable as you could. You leaned on Sun Wukong and rested your head on his shoulder. You felt him tense up before slowly relaxing. He then carefully wrapped and arm around you and gave you a gentle yet reassuring squeeze.

"Its okay peaches, I'll stay here with you" he gave you the softest smile. Soon you felt yourself gradually drift off to sleep. Before you could fully knock out you felt a small kiss on your forehead.

"I love you peaches, get some rest."

back

[lunamoonbby]

Mommy and baby: Simon x mom! Wife! Reader

Warning: first time writing, she/her pronouns, fluff, graves, Johnny being a loud mouth, a bit ooc ghost

Based off my little imagine:

It was take your family to work day and Simon decided to bring along his wife and baby girl with him to work and to also meet his friends (which he would never admit out loud). "Lovie you ready yet?" Said Simon who is holding their 4 month old baby girl "yes Si just give me a sec...do I look good?" Replied y/n. Simon looked at her in awe "you look lovely mamas" "thank you si bear...come on let's go meet the 141" Simon put baby girl in her car seat while y/n got in the passenger side of the car, when Simon got in he they started to make there way to the base. They made it to the base and y/n took baby girl out of her car seat and followed Simon to the rec room where Johnny, Kyle, and Price were and Soap exclaimed,"LT, MRS. LT, AND BABY LT ARE ALL HERE!" And mom and baby girl laugh while simon gives a soft chuckle. They were all having a good time Gaz and Soap playing with the baby while she is sits on mommys lap, then graves walks and y/n just rolls her eyes and give him the side eye "ugh" and baby tries her best to copy mommy "AH". graves then said, "now don't get too excited now", y/n then rolls her eyes again and tells him, "please" and baby copies her again and says, "baaboo" meanwhile gaz is trying not to laugh by biting his bottom lip, Soap is trying not to laugh but is failing miserably, price is chuckling softly and ghost says, "that's my mama and baby girl...good job sweethearts" graves then say, "where did the baby learn to roll their eyes...that's very rude-" but get cuts off by y/n giving him the mom look and telling him to leave, to everyone surprise he actually leaves.

[redbleedingrose]

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Azriel x Reader

Separate masterpost for Always

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 

Part 6

Part 7 

Epilogue Part 1

Epilogue Part 2

NSFW alphabet

Touch starved Az

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Azriel loves his chubby mate 

Sneaking up on Az

Azriel x Shy!Reader HC's

Idiots in love

Eris x Reader

NSFW alphabet

Pretty?

Till the End of Time

Period comfort

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Bouquets from Eris

Autumn Court with Eris + headcanons

Girl dad!Eris Masterlist

Cassian x Reader 

NSFW Alphabet

Cassian loves Chubby Girls

Cassian x Chubby!Reader Blurb

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Desperate Cassian

Showering with Cass

“You look like a mess and I love it, because !’m the one who made you like this”

Cass smackin ass!

Traditions 

Pre-Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons

Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons

Cassian man titty thots

Smutty Cass thots

Gym Bro Cass with his chubby lady

Rhysand x Reader

Rhys always takes care of you

Slutty Rhys

Does Rhysand share with his brothers?

Rhys smakin' ass

Rhysie is a meanie

Arguing with the high lord... your high lord

Fashionista Rhys

NSFW alphabet

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them

Rhysand is a SLUT

Rhysand is a Girl Dad

Rhys' girls always match - Girl Dad!Rhys

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader pt 2

Best Friend to lovers!Rhys x Reader mood board

Best Friend to Lovers!Rhys x Reader mood board 2

Ex Husband!Rhysand

Heavens Above

Lucien x Reader

NSFW alphabet

Obnoxious best friends to lovers

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them

Drabbles/Headcanons

Eris headcanon

Bat boys + Vanserra males sleeping habits

Baking with the bat boys

Azriel’s hands

Azriel’s hands part 2

Plus size!Reader mated to bat boys

Cassian and Azriel’s biggest weaknesses

Inner circle helping you with mental health

Bat boy + Vanserra males quirks

“The Frenzy” with Azriel

Co-workers to lovers with Azriel

Overprotective Azriel

Sticking your cold hands up bat boys and vanserra males shirts

Bat boys + Vanserra Bros while you are on your period

Bat boys + Vanserra Bros helping with your migraines 

Bat boys helping you with your nightmares

Bat boys + Vanserra Bros Coffee Orders

Bat Boys during No Nut November

Bat Boys Hobbies

Mood Boards

Spring Court

Summer Court

Autumn Court (with Eris)

Autumn Court with Eris + headcanons

Autumn Court Architecture

Eris' Wedding

Winter Court

Dawn Court

Night Court

Day Court

Velaris

Velaris 2

AugustineRose + AugustineRose 2 + AugustineRose 3 + AugustineRose 4

Princess Tulip

[heeseungshim]

HEESEUNG AS YOUR BOYFRIEND(NFSW)

-this is my first time writing so I do apologise early if you dislike it

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who lets u sit in his lap while he plays games with members

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who also agree to cockwarm when you suggested it until you end up sleeping

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who end up having a hard time when you kept squirming

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who hears you whimper and moaning softly in your sleep

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who is convinced that you having a wet dream so he carries you to your bed and pulls out and strips both of you but leave you with your (his) shirt

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Eating you out slowly afraid that you'll wake up

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who knew you were gonna cum so he immediately stopped

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Starts stroking his hardness with your core slowly, just to coat it with your wetness then enters inside of you and starts to get used to your tightness

𝘣𝘧𝘏𝘦𝘦!! Who wakes you up by pulling out then thrusting in fast as you woke up with a scream

"Y-you awake an-angel? Shi- Well I hope you had enough sleep cause f-fuck! we're gon-  to do this all night long~ or maybe till we see the sunset Ah ah! Shit you're cle-clenching on me..how does that sound hmm?"

[standardsbegone]

Just imagining a Shu x reader, where the reader is energetic like Luca, constantly moving or fidgeting, and one day when Reader is sitting next to Shu as he streams. Shu just glancing over and noticing them just fidgeting with their hands and Shu, being best boy, just giving reader his hand, allowing them to just hold or play with his hand. Or maybe he’d have fidget toys on his desk for when reader comes by to watch him, I think he’d have a couple, just dedicated to his desk for reader. Maybe one day he noticed you had a few yourself and some days you’d use to bring your own into his room and being forgetful you’d always leave them there, and this happened so much that he eventually went out of his way to buy maybe two or three just for you. That way your cute little brain wouldn’t forget your fidget toys on his desk.

(First time I’ve written something 😭 is anyone even gonna see this? Edit: wow this writing is poor, might make it into a fic, 👍)

[domi091]

The Struggle of Parting Ways

Tails knew Sonic never cried, it just wasn't him, even if Tails had the chance to witness him tearing up once or twice in his short life, but never cried, his eyes shined sometimes, with emotions more than tears, but they never spell, they well up his eyes and steadily stay there until he blinks them away or they dry of sheer will and stubbornness, that was just his brother, that's how he handled his feelings.

Sonic never cries, and he didn't cry when they sat in silence on the floor in Tails's room, packing up the yellow bag that used to carry their whole life and everything to Sonic's name before they settled in the workshop, tails wasn't going to take it at first, he wanted to grow, he wanted to be his own person, he was taking the cyclone instead of the tornado, he wanted to feel like himself and grow into his full potential without any influence, even Sonic's, especially Sonic's

But the rational part of his brain told him that if anything was going to hold him back it certainly wouldn't be their bag, a piece of worn-out fabric, holding more memories than any other item they have now,

and maybe, just maybe a tiny part of his brain wanted it, wanted to have something of theirs, of sonics, to keep with him for reassurance, it was a childish part, a traitorous one, but his fight over it was weak.

When Sonic showed up at his door holding the bag in his hand and offering to help him pack up before his trip, tails couldn't say no, sonic smiled at him, one of his signature grins almost too natural for the situation,

He didn't cry when he stood in the hangar with a less wide smile but a smile nonetheless still planted in his face, quietly watching tails do the last of many checks on the cyclone and putting away all the things he needed.

There weren't many words to be said, they already had that talk, and soon, the quietness became too much to bear. He was too familiar with Sonic's behavior by now, and could always sense the unsaid words that Sonic struggled to voice or refused to say out loud. However, this time, he felt the weight of the unspoken words in the air around them, and for the first time in a while, he couldn't fill the gaps. He could feel Sonic's gaze on him, and he tried his best not to fidget under the intense scrutiny. When he finally mustered the courage to look up at him again, he found Sonic's arms open and his expression soft. too soft tails almost looked away, He hesitated for a few seconds but soon gave in when Sonic gestured for him to come closer.

Sonic didn't cry as he pulled Tails into the hug, not even when his arms tightened around him too much it was almost painful. He cradled the back of Tails' head with his palm, just like he used to do years ago. sonic remained silent as Tails buried his wet nose in his shoulder and cried, despite his best efforts.

He didn't cry sending him off, tails turned on the engine and nodded when Sonic gave him a thumbs up after checking the way in front of him, all clear.

Tails soared into the sky, he blamed the tears welling up in his eyes on the crisp morning air hitting his face too fast, the fact that his eyes got used to it long ago to tear up went ignored, and the fact that he was wearing his goggles completely forgotten, tails didn't want to look back, not now, not at the start of his own journey, not when he probably looked miserable and childish right now, not when that was exactly what he was trying to grow out of, but he couldn't fight the strong feeling that washed over him, forming a lump in his throat, a tiny voice in his head, sounding suspiciously like his younger self, told him that one last look at his brother won't hurt, one last glance for the road, for good luck, for extra comfort, for the cold nights, he turned.

And he saw him, still standing at the hanger door almost too far to see but Tail's trained eyes didn't miss the small shake in his shoulders, sonic was covering his eyes with his palm and his face was looking down, whether Sonic thought tails was too far away to see him anymore or if he just couldn't hold it any longer tails didn't know, but it was too much to witness.

so he looked back ahead trying and failing to swallow the lump away, he pretended that he didn't see anything and that his eyes were clear and not too blurry to see through, years of practice and the way ahead of him memorized like the back of his paw was the only thing keeping the plane airborne.