#*Hoarsely* “...UGHHHH”

[vampv0id]

In general no one likes sore throat, but headcanon that sore throats make Will's neurodivergent ass want to DIE and when he had a sore throat after the tube insertion he was fucking PISSED.

[screampied]

hey i LOVE your work and ykk ou ur toji is just like… UGHHHH

could you do a mean toji who just mocks the reader and makes fun of her while she gets off on him (like idk his thighs or whatever) or when he fucks her? i feel like you would write this very well;)

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji mocking your moans while you ride him

warnings. fem! reader, thigh riding & cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, ōrgasm denial, breath play, spanking. + thank you sm !! mdni

“we’re quite handsy today, huh,” he’d mumble once his eyes flicker down towards your nude body—you suck in a single breath as he’s got you just barely straddling his lap. with an unsatisfied pout, you’re just here moving up and down against his beefy thigh—oh so desperately wishing that you were riding him instead of his stupid, stupid leg. toji’s amusement only fuels the more you frown and scowl, pawing your hands up his perfectly chiseled thighs before he snickers. “what’s the issue? my thigh not enough to satisfy the pretty girl?”

“no..” you immediately say, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. he could hear the irritation linger on your tone before you bury your face into his neck . . a good waft of his loud cologne scent infiltrating inside your nostrils.

two rugged hands drag down your back, sending you multiple shivers from his touch before he replies in a hoarse tone. “well, that’s too damn bad,” and his chortling laugh only makes you throb from how close it’s against your ear—fuck. “actually, y’know what. i feel like bein’ nice today, baby. you want more than my thigh? how ‘bout ya jus’ ask me nicely.”

“but—”

“but—nothin’ girl, now speak,” toji utters, feeling your grinding against his thigh—grabbing your chin softly before making you stare him right in the eyes. he slyly grins, a thumb tracing down your dampened lip. “i’ll wait.. talk to me nice, girl.”

your eyes avert towards his dick, just laying there on his stomach—so ridiculously lengthy, a mere tannish color coats it - including his leaky tip that stares right back at you.

it looks so good, you wanted him inside so bad that it hurts—he could tell too, you found it hard to stay still as you made a cute attempt at rutting against him once more.

“i— i want you, ‘toji,” you claw at his body with doe lit eyes, his swollen base—so full of unused seed that you desperately yearned for it to be inside of you, filling up your pretty little womb. “want you s'bad.”

“oh i know you do, babygirl,” he rasps, he can’t help but notice the sudden boner that makes his jaw tighten. coarse big hands grip both of your hips before he gawks at you with that same tantalizingly smug grin. “can’t just spoil ya all the time though, talk more for me. i like listenin’ to that needy voice.”

ugh, you start to grow impatient and he only laughs at your sheer annoyed expense.

“please,” you murmur out in a whiney tone, slowly wrapping your clammy fingers around his length. he doesn’t stop you, he lets you touch all over him, aligning yourself with the fat weight of his cock that was just aching to be buried within you. “i wanna ride you so bad, ‘toj. need it, need your cum.”

“girl you don’t need . . . shit,” he swallows, a cold sweat breaking onto him.

you’re fucking hot—especially whenever you just take what you want, toji could have creamed his pants at just your voice and your voice alone.

you had him so hard, he sucks his teeth in total exasperation before he feels you slowly start to sink him down. “fuck, y’er such a little brat,” he mutters, feeling the warmth of your walls swallow him whole. it was a moist feeling, you were already a bit soaked—purely from riding his thigh for how many minutes, you weren’t even sure anymore, nor did you even relatively care. “ride me then, do y’er fuckin’ worst then.”

“shut up and i will.” you snap back.

he rolls his eyes, feeling your ass thrash against his lap and it makes him squeeze the plush mounds of your rear.

“eh, i really don’t like that mouth,” and he spanks you harder, this time it stings and you moan—he’s so thick that your stomach starts to seize once you feel him gradually reach into the depths of your pussy. “when you ride me, there shouldn’t be any back talk, girl,” and he grabs your chin for the nth time, pressing a sweltering wet kiss right onto your glossed lips. “. . . are we clear or do i gotta let this pussy know what goes ‘round here.”

…so cocky,

you gnaw at your lip—fighting back the urge to roll your own eyes backwards before you thrust against him harder.

it’s relentless, the brutal skin-to-skin contact makes a raw moan harshly yank from the back of your throat as your hands continue to claw on his chest.

his bare chest that was already glistening with droplets of sweat. he was so toned, his pecs—his nipples that were swollen and a sheeny pink color, you even attempt to lean in to lap your tongue against his nipple but he lightly shoves you back.

“leave those alone, slut,” and you conceal back a laugh—by 'those', he was most likely referring to his tits broad pecs. “ride me, ‘n hurry up. ‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate.”

toji never knew how to simply shut the fuck up, such a talkative man—whispering filthy sweet nothings into your ear as you’re taking every thick inch of his cock. he stretches you out so good that you’re already whimpering, eyes goggling profusely at the way his angry tip just thwacks and thwacks against your g-spot. “s-shiiit, toji,” you’d curse out in a sharp breath, continuing to drag your hips further against him at such a pace.

in and out, in and out, you’re rotating your waist a bit before he grunts lowly, head throwing back and he smacks your ass yet again, and again, and again. “fuck yeah, ride me jus’ like that. such a good girl, takin’ this dick like the good girl you are, mhm.”

“t—tojiiiii,” you’d mewl out right against the flapping shell of his ear. your cunt felt so stuffed, a straining exhale snatches from your lungs before you whimper once his base kisses against your ass. his base was so full, you only imagined how much build up cum was stored in there just for you.

“t—tojiiiiiii,” he mimics your tone as you mash against him, the sofa he sits on sinking down a bit from both weights combined. you pout once he starts mocking you, a gruff laugh dies from his throat before he squeezes your right ass cheek. “feels good, yeah? keep moanin’ for me like that.”

“shut up, s-shut uppp,” you moan, burying your face into his neck. doing so, you get a concise whiff of his cheap cologne and it smells so good. you’re a mess, spasming as your stomach continues to seize before he grabs both of your hips so that you could slam down onto him even harder. “close, toji. ‘m really close, fuck.”

he groans, feeling the hefty weight of his balls smack against your skin each time you move up, then down, then up . . . all over again. toji’s a big guy, it was no secret. the way your pussy constricts around his length, paving way for more movement . . . simply hypnotizing.

“yeahhh,” he snarls, strong hands still attached to your ass. green irises of his dilate, his eyes turn hooded for a second as he glances back at you. an entire mess, tongue all lolled out and you’re feeling it steadily about to approach. “look so fuckin’ dumb,” he points out with a subtle head shake, grabbing your chin again. “my dumb baby,” he corrects himself and your pout softens.

he’s so fucking big— you’ll point this out a million times if you have to, the stretch was so immaculate.

toji groans, pressing another saturated kiss onto your lips and you taste a brief mixture of his saliva and alcohol—presumably rum, you lean into his touch before feeling his big hands snake near your neglected tits. his growing stubble tickles against your face as you quicken your pace. so good, so fucking good.

all you can think about is that you’re getting off, you’re about to finish— gush out so much, you feel a familiar pit in your stomach arise. he feels you starting to shake and twitch, it’s cute.

“. . easy, now,” he teases, finding it adorable how whenever your orgasm approaches—you’d be an entire mess, pussy convulsing all on his cock as if it was the first time you ever took him. “oh my just look at that pout,” he points out, reaching towards your chin before bringing you all up close towards his face. not to mention, toji’s so pretty up close—ten times more intimidating with his low hazy eyes and wide sleazy smile. “such a baby. want me to talk ya through it?”

“p—please,” you whine, barely even giving him a chance to finish his seductive sentence.

with a playful eyebrow furrow, he makes you grind against him even harder. the sofa creaks and you squeak out a whimper, feeling yourself about to make such a mess. “please, please,” he copies your tone again, and it’s so embarrassing. toji purposely pitches his tone to sound like you and he snickers at the growing glare on your face. “please what, babygirl?”

with an irritated grumble, your flimsy arms still thrown over him, you moan out a desperate, “please let me c-cum. toji, i want it s’bad, pleaseplease let me be a messy girl.”

“. . . ahhhh,” he parts his lips, and he’s oh so dramatic, flickering his eyes towards the ceiling as if he’s deep in thought. “let me think about it.”

you didn’t know how much you could take, you’re sopping wet and his raspy deep voice that was right up against your earlobe doesn’t make things any better.

jagged breaths rip out from your esophagus as your shaky limbs could barely keep themselves up. he cackles, feeling your soft quavering lips kiss near his face, brushing against the scar that runs near the right lower part of his lip. it twitches as a response from your touch, how cute..

“hurry the fuck up then, lay it all on me,” he finally grunts, witnessing the way your dilated irises light up at his sudden permission— you whimper out, finally coming undone and it’s like a rough wave that crashes over you. the calm before the storm, once it comes, you’re left pulsating with his thick dick still buried inside of your cunt. you hug him tight with your walls like a vice, never wanting to let go. “you make such the silliest noises, girl.”

“s— shut up,” you moan, the under parts of your thighs aching heavily as you’re still in the midst of your teeth-shattering release. it feels so good, your maw drops and the contracts inside of your pussy only duplicates. it’s mouth watering, you grind against him just slightly and he spanks your ass, head going back. “i- i love you, toji.”

“i love me too,” he jibes with a cocky grin, sweat beads racing down the sides of his brow. you shoot him a glare and he rolls his eyes for the nth time. “. . kidding,” and he plants a kiss near your forehead, rough hand still attached to your right ass cheek like velcro. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

you’re still panting, but he’s clearly not done talking— it’s toji, figures.

“now bend the fuck over,” he grouses, eyes gazing towards your ass— a tongue goes against his lips like he was preparing for an appetizing meal. “i’m not finished. we gotta work on that lazy arch of yours, girl.”

[medullamindset]

STEB HEADCANONS :>

Uhhhm YEAH a few headcanons ive collected since act 3 came out in november 😸 enjoy Stebnation, or dont idk

This is very short and boring but its easier to write him in an actual scenario so TRUST IN ME MY UPCOMING STUFF WILL BE BETTER 😿

Content warnings: Established relationship w Reader, miiiild mention of knifeplay but its easily looked past. My opinion on his race.

NSFW marked this pink!

• He cannot be any older than 30. I'd bet hes like 23-27. Idk how old u have to be to be a field medic/enforcer??

• Hes around 6'4.. Tall guy. ♥︎‿♥︎

• His frill thingies seem to lie flat to his face with "down" emotions, such as shame/guilt and sadness. But they point straight out with more intense emotions, like suspense, anger, exitement, worry. I love the way they flutter sometimes, as a subtle reaction. Like when they saw the Zaunites walking over the bridge to aid in the war, his frills were like "oh, wow.."

But also how they shot straight out with suspense when Ambessa wanted Caitlyn to b commander and everyone was banging their chests and stuff.

• I'd like to imagine his frills flutter a few times in a row when he orgasms, like the shockwaves of pleasure, but also post-orgasm. Maybe they go hand in hand with his nervous system kinda?

• His tip is the same color as his eyelids. His nails seem to be beige too.

• He CAN talk he just chooses not to if he feels he doesnt need to. Short sentences if he has to, small nods and shakes of his head, LOOKS. his face is VERY expressive, but thats more of a fact than a hc. body language is a key communication of his.

• Hes def always been the quiet type, ever since he was six he hasn't been big on speaking.

But sometimes you cheat the system.. Having your back turned to him when you ask him a question just so you can hear his voice, even just to get a little "mhm" from him <3

• On the rare occasion that he does speak his voice is kinda hoarse and gravelly from lack of use UGHHHH *squirts everywhere*

• hes a bit of a "bland" person, hes not boring.. Just a very simple man. He reads practically anything, carries your bags when you're out shopping, he literally just goes wherever you wanna go. He hangs over your shoulders when you do ur makeup, cooks breakfast most mornings, cleans when he feels its needed cuz he doesn't like messes, he'll have music on in the background tho and it's usually one of your vinyls that's playing, makes him feel closer to you <3

Simple things man. deeply emotional and caring too. Hes so kind and eager to help ugh MY SHAYLAA.

• hes a bit socially awkward, he doesnt have social anxiety, hes just kinda stiff and quiet around people.

• what the fuck does he do all day, really?

• I feel like he'd like dancing with his lover but he thinks hes bad at it so hes a bit awkward <333 put his hands around ur waist for him tho and he'd turn into even more speechless mush, everytime.

• Has a gummy smile thats really evident when he laughs so he tries not too, might let a grin slip in private tho c: and close mouthed chuckling/snickers.

• Loves being carressed, hold his face in your hands and trace his cheekbones with ur thumbs? FOLDS. Running your fingers up and down the fins at the back of his head when his face is in your neck? PUTTY.

• Speaking of fins, they continue down to to his lower back, shorter at the bottom but longest between his shoulderblades. He also has darker spots(scales?) Like the other fishfolk in Arcane on his outer arms and thighs. See this post of mine for a ref :)

• he drinks alot of water, like ALOT. his throat get dry easily cuz hes.. Yk, fish.. Atleast half-fish. He'll remind his partner to do the same, no matter your race cuz its good for u, he'll nudge u with a glass in hand and a small tug at his lips, or simply just leave it beside u as a silent reminder.

• Loves holding hands. like, he just LOVES it. He'll act nonchalant abt it but on the inside his heart is just blossoming 💗

Like imagine you're at a café or a bar or a diner WHATEVER and ur just sitting infront of him yapping abt ur day or smth ur planning while holding his hand over the table, and he'll just be buzzing with love, rubbing your soft skin with his thumb, feeling lucky his blush doesnt show (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

• ABSOLUTELY ADORES kisses. He just finds them so sweet and intimate (cuz they are. But i mean like, he doesn't ever NOT think about it after kissing you, hes always locked on target y'know, he only sees you. He only feels you when kissing your lips, he'll kiss u like its the end of the world.. even if hes just getting up to go to the bathroom or something.)

• he just loves you so much, please kiss him, everywhere. Theres not a single spot of him you could kiss that wouldn't make him shiver (the good way).

• Steb is not much for hardcore kinks in bed. He doesnt "fuck", he makes love. In his eyes there truly isnt any purer form of intimacy than sharing something like that, giving away a piece of yourself to this person, your souls spiritually intertwined and yadiyadayada (it's true tho)

• He will go harder if you ask him to, hes not afraid to make you scream with pleasure. Also, bite him and hes a goner. Omg if hes like treating u so nicely in the sack you gotta bite down on something to contain yourself, pls let it be his shoulder, please leave pretty imprints of you canines all over his neck and chest. And hickeys too HNNGHH

Makes him groan so deliciously. Hips snapping into yours just a liiiittle more harshly than intended.

He'll bite you back carnally if you'll let him, Steb gets so lost in it sometimes..

• Hes open to experimentation tho, like if theres something you reallyreallyreally wanna try he'll be like 'euuughgghggggrhggh okay yk what fine', as long as he doesn't have to hurt you, not too much anyway. The idea of inflicting pain-pain on the person he loves makes him queasy.

• But if hes really fucking horny at some point, watching you take the front seat and play around w his gills, scratch at his chest, put a hand around his neck or.. Idk drag a knife gently across his skin while topping he'll literally whine, digging his dull nails into your sides, holding on for dear life.

• He loves being called petnames. Serious and silly ones. His favorites have gotta be Love, Darling, Baby and pretty boy.. All the sappy stuff. One time you called him 'Gorgeous' and his frills shot straight out for a solid three seconds.. If he already didn't speak, he'd be speechless then. CUZ HES A GORGEOUS MAN.

Or that one time you called him 'fishface' and he just slumped in defeat when he heard you giggle, knowing that one was gonna stick around.

You'll enter the kitchen where hes making something to eat and just go "Hey, Fishface! So--!" Continuing to yap and he just rolls his eyes with a lopsided, lovesick grin u cant see from behind him. From anybody else it'd piss him off, but it's you, So he lets it slide.

• he has the warmest and weirdly softest fuckin hands ever. They're never clammy or sticky, just nice and toasty, perfect.

• is the type to grab your hands in the winter and rub them if theyre cold, trying to transfer his warmth over, even if hes also freezing. breathing hotly onto them.

• speaking of winter he probably HATES IT. He gets SO cold SO easy, hes shaking in his boots fr. A frozen fishstick fr. Like jesus. But the palms of his hands stay warm for some reason..

adding to that hes def a sweater fiend.. He LOVES knitted sweaters and hoodies and TURTLENECKS. HE'D LOOK SO GOOD IN A TURTLENECK. TELL ME IM WRONG. LIKE A BIG, FAT, KNITTED ONE THAT GOES UP TO HIS JAW. Even better if you knit/crocheted them for him <33

• I headcanon that his dad is a human and his mom is a fish person cuz he has hair and rounded teeth which other fishfolk we see don't. We don't see any other fishfolk from piltover tho.. So maybe hes just slapped on a wig, peel-off eyebrows and filed his teeth down (which is INSANELY painful btw) to look "socially acceptable". I HEAVILY doubt that, when i rascism like that ever shown in Arcane, Piltover specifically? 🤔 Im not even gonna get into that whole Vastaya thing cuz i dont know enough.. I heard they can decide how many animal features they show as they please and that they're like deeply connected to magic and live really long.. But that isn't mentioned or even nodded to in Arcane so im just gonna pretend that doesnt exist lol sorry

• but ya he adopted alot of his moms fishy features but also human-ish hair and teeth from his dad.

•speaking of his parents, i do feel like Steb was raised kinda strictly? Idk i just feel like his parents would be very uptight and that stuck with him all the way into adulthood, he stands super upright and is well proper while on the job because thats just what hes been taught.

hes alot more relaxed at home tho, where he knows he doesn't have to be or look presentable for anyone, especially not you. he knows you'll love him even while standing by the fridge in pj's, with a fist full of grated cheese ready to be devoured at circa 2 AM.

• He was raised in a small village on the outskirts, right beside the ocean. Hence he still adores it and loves to go swimming with you, reminds him of his childhood yk c:

• He kinda gives only child vibes to me? Idk the thought of him with an older sibling is kinda cute tho,, i imagine they'd be like complete opposites. They hardly see eachother,, I don't feel like his family lives in Piltover. He had a "Mom, Dad.. I'm 18 now..! I'm moving to the big city. And there is nothing you can do to stop me." Moment, exept in a less verbal way maybe, moving to the city of progress and begining medical and tactical training, to help people. On both sides.

• Hes really good at origami, sometimes when hes at work and droning at his desk with nothing better to do he'll just grab a random paper and fold a little swan together. You've found multiple critters like that scattered around the house, some with faces drawn on, just two inky dots and a derpy smile like this : )

Once he made one of your favorite animal and left it on your nightstand before heading to work, you picked it up and examined it, smile growing even wider when you found the hidden lovenote that was written on it <3

It's now glued neatly into your shared scrapbook/journal along with many more, surrounded by dried flowers and red hearts <33

Uhhhhhhhhhhhrghhhhhhhhhh yeah ❗️🚮 i just debated wether or not this is even worth posting for like twenty minutes.

Pls dont bash me for my opinions now *gulp*

Also heres a lil reminder that im taking requests 💗💗 i love writing i just never have good or original ideas :'o(

[dontsupressthejess]

Lions and Music (pt.2)

MV/LN x Reader

Just something floating in my head tonight. Yn is a singer/actress who's laptop with unreleased songs is stolen. The songs are about people in her life. Past. Present and foreseeable future?

See what happens when they begin to get leaked and her fans and haters get an even closer look at her life through her music.

Also of course it’s Formula1 related! :)

Warnings!!

This is for Mature readers! 18 over preferably!!

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WE are jumping right in here - i haven't written smut before so take it easy on me. You've been warned!!

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You could only let out a silent scream. Your body is tight with frustration.

Though the fallout from your song being leaked wasn't as bad as you thought it could be, the stress it caused had really taken a toll.

You have always been the life of the party type, people gravitated to you for your happy energy. Men would feel the pull, not just for your looks but for you.

You thought you had lost a part of yourself after your last situationship but you were starting to feel like you again.

You sighed.

You had taken Neal's advice/nudge and taken a vacation. Hopped on a flight and had been enjoying the time away. Luckily you got to speak with your boyfriend before the leak. You didn't know at the time what song they would out you for so you had to come clean about the theme of the music he inspired.

Not a person to enjoy media you imagined he would be upset and end things.

He was upset. Just not at you. He was pissed someone could violate your privacy, your home in such a way and be getting away with it.

The man was just to perfect.

Her breath caught in her throat.

You didn't know where you stood completely yet when it came to an official title. Long distance had been all you've know until recently. Living on two sides of the world.

You weren't seeing other people. You were his and he was yours. You just hadn't made it official.

You could see yourself with him, He treated you well, way better that your ex. His reaction to this was just one more thing she could find herself falling for.

People who knew of him - knew him to be some type of villain in their story. A short tempered, foul mouthed, cocky egomaniac. Always the one people liked to hate.

The people who knew him personally, his friends, and family to them.. well he could still be all of those things but he was also gentle when he wanted to be, caring, funny, quiet.

He was also an absolute animal when it came to preying upon your body. You loved his gentle side but the way he could throw you on a bed and fuck your brains out. Well you really liked that.

He had done just that when you admitted to the spicy songs written about him and yes their were several.

You had shown him few- but not all of them. The man fucked you over his couch before he finished listening. To show his appreciation for your music and to inspire more he had said.

Everyday since arriving to his home he had you, just like now…

You moaned.

Head between your thighs, hes eating you out like hes starving. His big, strong hands are on your thighs, his fingertips digging in to the point of it being painful, you can feel the bruising already but that line of pain and pleasure was just so sweet. You would beg him to hurt you just a little bit more if you could form a sentence.

"Baby your pussy is fucking delicious" he groans, His hot breath against your throbbing clit.

"I'm keeping you here with me forever" he says as he dives back in. Pulling you back to his face, his tongue piercing, his big nose rubbing against your clit.

"Mmmma-a-a --ughhhh" You manged to get out. Your hands in his hair yanking him closer.

"Please" You beg him in a hoarse whisper.

He chuckles.

"What do you need baby" His hand leaves your thigh, trailing it down to shove two thick fingers in your aching pussy. "Tell me what you need, and daddy will give it to you."

Your moans become louder.

"Please i need you, i need you so bad. " He's let your leg free, so you quickly try to wrap it around his back to yank him up to your face.

His fingers leave your soaked hole in a flash and you could just kick him, you were so close! Tears leak from the corners of your closed eyes as his hand moves back to push your legs open.

"I'm not done yet" he grunts.

He's slowed down. Now pressing feather light kisses to where you needs him most.

"But if you ask nicely, I'll give you want you need sweet girl" You could hear the smirk on his face.

This game you play with each other to make the other break is something you both love, but you just cant hold out anymore. He's been playing this game with you for a fucking hour.

An hour of his gorgeously lethal face in between your legs, never letting you get to that white hot release. You have to give in.

"Please daddy, i need your cock in my pussy. I need it" You moan, voice hoarse from the hour of screaming in pleasure.

Like a lion he pounces. Bringing your legs up, he bends them back till your knees are at the side of your head. His hands forcing them to stay there. His cock thrusts in and he's balls deep in seconds. Not sparing you a second to adjust.

You scream, relief and a burning pain hitting you, more tears fall from your half shut eyes as he pounds into your tight pussy. His full balls slapping you on the ass.

"Look at me while i fuck you" he growls. Going deeper and hitting your cervix. Your eyes snap open, meeting his.

He looks smug.

Sweat sticking to his flushed skin. Your juices covering his mouth and chin.

He looks fucking sinful.

The light from the sunset is pouring in from the windows behind him, covering the room in a red hue. how can someone look this good, and how is he hers?

You could take a picture of him in this moment. Burn it into your memory. The man fucks beautifully. You could watch him fuck you into a mess for hours.

You're a fucked out mess, but you cant help but smile at him as he continues his harsh thrusts. His eyes darken at you smiling for him.

"You take me so well. You fucking love it when i wreck this pussy. You've never had it this good" he grunts. His hand releases one of your legs and begins trailing it up to your breast.

"Don't move that fucking leg. Keep it there" he commands.

Pinching you nipple before his hand goes up to grip your throat. His fingers applying pressure to just the right spots to restrict your already labored breaths.

Mouth open, drool falling down your cheek you can only moan louder. He knows you love when he chokes you. His hand covers your throat entirely. Your hands come up to cover his. Tightening over his hand to grip you that much tighter.

"Fuckk…" he groans. " You're fucking perfect y/n. Cum on daddy's cock. Cum for me sweet girl."

You were already there but hearing him tell you just makes your release come that much quicker. Your pussy tightens on his cock, and that sweet white hot sensation shoots through you, you cum with a scream, drenching his thighs and bed. He fucks you threw it. The wet, squelching sounds are so dirty its turning you on even more.

His hand slides up to your face to hook his thumb in your cheek, pulling down on your jaw he leans forward, pressing his cock into you more. Still fucking in and in and in. Your wetness making it easier for him to shove every inch of himself inside you.

Pressing his face to yours, you breathe each other in, Your mouth still open he spits in it and watches as you swallow it with no complaint. He can feel you get even wetter.

"That's a good fucking girl, swallow what daddy gives you, you ready for my cum baby?" His thrusts begin to lose the rhythm he had set.

"I'm cumming in this sweet dirty mouth of yours" With a few more hard, deep thrusts he pulls out of you and moves up your body.

His beautiful cock releasing into your mouth. Hot and thick, you love his taste, greedily trying to get every drop.

"Fuck" he groans watching you drink him up like its all you've been wanting all day. (it was)

He moves from between your legs to lay beside you. Your now numb and tingly legs slide back down to the bed.

You're panting and trembling. Your body on fire with pleasure. Your pussy clenching form the loss of his cock, squeezing around nothing.

You manage to turn to him and watch as he grips his cock, cleaning your combined juices off. He turns to you, lifting that same hand and wiping along your chin where drops of his cum have landed. Gathering it he pushed his fingers in your mouth.

"Suck" he says.

You do. Moaning at the taste of your sex. You release his fingers after you've cleaned them off. He then pulls you to him, his arm going under your head as you nestle into him. His fingers run threw your sweat matted hair. Moving it from you face.

"I didn't go to hard did i Schatje?" he asks.

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Leak Number 2 is here!! We'll be having a listen and coming back to discuss in detail."

Follow the link below! Happy listening.

LEAKED SONG INCOMING

PORNSTAR - Yn/Ln

I wanna watch you like a movie I wanna put you on the stage I wanna know what you did to me I wanna put you on the tape

Flashing red light (Baby, baby, baby) Baby, you're a star Fuck me all night (Show me, show me, show me) Show me who you are

Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar Show me who you ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-are Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar

I wanna hear you talking dirty I wanna see it on your face I wanna feel you put the work in I wanna watch you entertain

Flashing red light (Baby, baby, baby) Baby, you're a star Fuck me all night (Show me, show me, show me) Show me who you are

Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (Pornstar) Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (Star) Show me who you ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-are (Are) Pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (Star)

Pornstar (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Pornstar (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Show me who you ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-are (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Pornstar (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Baby, baby, baby

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@landosWIFEY: Yeah i knew lando had rizz. @Y/nsNumber1: My queen! i know shes getting fkn railed. loving it for her. @user5974: Are we sure this is about Lando? neither song fits his vibes? lol @formul4babie: @user5974 im think the same thing!!! @user444: Wow. Bitch is horny AF. @papayapiastri: shes one lucky girl. Shes obviously getting it good. i'm jelly. but is it lando? @anon584: the amount of likes is crazy @Ferraifwend1655: moooom shes at it again! @user6970: so the mystery man fucks like a pornstar. @Fewnorrisell: Landddooooooo Norris you dawg! @user696969: So i isolated the vocals and i'm pretty sure this genius recorded her and this man fucking! Those moans in the background are legit!! Isolated vocals on my page!!

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Welp thats part 2. hope you enjoy :)

Also disclaimer: I don’t own the song! Nessa Barrett does!!

[star-har]

pancakes

gojo satoru | fluff (mild nsfw?, like if u rlly rlly squint)

the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting golden light across the room. you’re still half-asleep, cocooned in blankets, when you hear the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen.

your brows furrow. gojo doesn’t cook.

blinking against the light, you drag yourself out of bed, padding toward the kitchen after lazily brushing your teeth and washing your face. and there he is—standing by the counter, hair a mess, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms.

the golden hues of the sun dance across the smooth expanse of his skin, all toned abs and lean muscle built into every inch of his frame—he looks as if he’s been carved from stone by some greek god. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was.

“what are you doing?” your voice is hoarse with sleep, amusement curling at the edges.

“making breakfast for my wife,” he says, too casually. you glance at the stove—pancakes, or at least an attempt at them. the batter is too thick, one side slightly burned.

a small laugh slips from your lips. “you can’t cook, sweetheart. remember, you were banned from the kitchen.” you muster a snort as you recall his last encounter with breakfast—he’d melted the plastic spatula and set the pan on fire.

he scowls, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking of. “really? can’t recall that..” he wonders thoughtfully, scratching his chin. then he jumps when he catches the burnt crust of the pancake on the pan. he hurriedly flips it and ignores your narrowing eyes.

“right.” you step closer, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, chin resting at his muscled back. he’s warm, solid, and smells faintly of vanilla and coffee. “and what’s the occasion?”

you trail your fingers down the expanse of his back, tracing the pink scratches there, still lingering from the night before.

his hands still for a second before he flips a pancake—badly. “dunno.” clearly, he’s not letting go of this quickly-formed grudge.

you smile to yourself as you lift your head slightly, peering at his face. his ears are pink.

a slow smile spreads across your lips. “you just wanted to do something nice for me, huh?”

“shut up,” he grumbles, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

you turn him around, pressing up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, lips barely brushing his skin. “it’s cute.”

his hands find your hips, grip tightening just slightly. “you’re cute.”

he dips down, sweeping you into a kiss. there’s a taste of coffee in his mouth as he slants his tongue to yours, sighing against your mouth as his hands slide down your tank, grabbing your ass.

you laugh and pull away, and his response is to kiss you again, deeper this time—if it’s even possible.

you speak against his mouth, fingers running circles over his skin. “you gonna feed me or let me starve?”

he tilts his head back, gold light hitting his snowy lashes, pretending to think. “i’d say i’m practically already feeding you, no?”

“oh, is that right?”

to emphasize his words, he sinks down, capturing your mouth with his own as he pulls you flush against his hips. your stomach flutters, legs buckling beneath you. if not for his grip anchoring you in place, you’d have already collapsed.

“there’s plenty more where that came from, too.” his grin is wicked.

your knees are so weak. “is that so?”

he pulls you closer, dragging his mouth from your lips to your cheek, your jaw, below your ear where he places a soft kiss. “that depends, though.”

“on what?” you say, but it comes out more as a breathy whisper.

he leans in, lips grazing your ear. “on how you plan to thank me.”

a laugh bubbles out of you. “eat first,” you murmur, tugging him closer. “then we’ll talk.”

he practically inhales his pancakes. you do too.

ughhhh morning after gojo </3

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Ughhhh writer’s block is the worst 😩 I know I’m late to the party (I blame tumblr for all my struggles in life) so only now catching up on the hurt prompts, it made me think of Carlos saying to TK, “I can never let you out of my sight”

wreck us please 😭

Hi anon!

I would love to!!

"You know," TK said hoarsely, "if I had a nickel for every time I was kidnapped on the job, I would have two nickels".

"Which isn't a lot," Nancy finished. "But it's weird that it happened twice".

"What is that from?" Tommy asked. "I've heard the girls say that. Is it an internet thing?"

"It started in-" TK started to say before Tommy put an oxygen mask over his face.

"Anyone who wasn't told to rest his voice because of the trauma his throat suffered can answer," Tommy swiftly cut him off.

"Trauma is a little dramatic". TK protested weakly.

"Yeah?" Nancy asked, looking over TK's shoulder. "You think that he's going to think so?" TK shifted on the gurney and saw a big black SUV pull over into the farm driveway. Two Texas rangers in full riot gear got out.

TK groaned. "How did he know we were here?"

"Dude, every law enforcement in Travis county knows we're here," Nancy told him as Carlos ran over. "Hi, Carlos".

"Nancy". Carlos said, not looking at her or breaking his stride until he reached the gurney that held his husband. "Oh my God". He wrapped his arms around TK, then stopped. "Wait, I can't do this. Am I hurting you?"

"Babe, I'm fine," TK rasped, returning the hug with his good arm. "You can hug me all you want. You didn't need to come all the way out here".

"I didn't?" Carlos said incredulously. "TK, you were shot! Again!"

"I wasn't shot". TK protested weakly. "I was shot at. There's a difference. The bullet was like...way far away from me".

"What's wrong with your voice?" Carlos asked. "And why does your neck look purple?"

"That was from when he was hanging off the roof and the guy was choking him," Nancy chimed in.

"What.... he..." Carlos bristled, looking around.

"Babe, it's fine," TK said, holding on to Carlos with his good hand. "They already took him away. I'm just going to the hospital so they can x-ray my shoulder".

Carlos sighed. He cupped his husband's face in his hands. "I can never let you out of my sight. Can I?"

"I mean, I'd be fine if you didn't," TK grinned.

"TK, what did I say about resting your voice?" Tommy called.

"My husband's here, Cap," TK rasped.

"And he's not going anywhere," Carlos said, hugging his husband again. "I'm going to start taking you to work with me".

Thank you for the ask!!

[brotherwtf]

Having thoughts about age gap au Gale hiding an injury/illness from John because his dad always made him feel like a burden and that hurt was deserved 💔 and John losing his mind but trying not to show it as he takes care of Gale, or maybe he doesn't get to because Gale has to go to the hospital and John gets the call while he's at work </3 these boys can fit so much whump and trauma and comfort

ughhhh yes putting Gale into the whump blender again :(( I want to traumatize this boy forever that is my lot in life

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Gale knew to never show weakness. It's what he was taught from an incredibly young age, weakness meant you could be picked from the crowd, weakness meant that you weren't good enough.

There was a lot of things Gale's father viewed as a weakness. Being sick, scraping your knees, getting hurt and you better not think about crying because at that point you'd be better off dead anyway. Gale learned to hide it whenever he got sick, to lick his wounds in solitude, and to never, ever, ask for help or pity.

So Gale didn't even flinch when he woke up with a 102 degree fever. He's lived through worse, no need to be a baby about it. He got ready for his classes like normal, kissed John goodbye, and waved off his looks of concern when John pressed his cheek to Gales forehead, fretted about him running hot. Gale was fine, he didn't need John's help.

He was able to get through his first class without many problems, he felt waves of nausea periodically and some bouts of lightheadedness, but Gale wasn't going to let that take him down. His second class was a little worse, his hands quivered when he tried to write and the nausea stayed, no longer ebbing in and out in waves.

Gale passes out around lunchtime, Marge by his side and all he can really hear is her anxious fretting, calls of his name and yelling at someone to phone the hospital. He remembers weakly trying to push her off, says he's fine, but Marge tells him to shut the fuck up, he's going to the damn hospital. He doesn't remember much after that.

He wakes up to the soft beeping of a heart monitor, the bright fluorescent lights of a hospital room and he groans. Gale shouldn't be here. He's taking up the space that someone else needs more, he doesn't deserve the time or energy that people are wasting on him. He doesn't get to dwell too much before John is quickly at his side, taking his hand and pushing his hair back. His lips press into a thin line, palm pressing against the sure heat that Gale gives off.

"Baby? Are you okay? God Marge told me you collapsed and I left work immediately. Fuck Gale you should have told me you weren't feeling good," John frets and Gale just shakes his head weakly.

"I'm fine, John. I'm good, you didn't need to leave work just for me. When are they gonna let me out?" Gale asks and his voice is hoarse.

John's brow furrows and his expression grows stern.

"Gale, no, you're not fine. You have a 103 degree fever and you're shaking like a damn leaf. I'm not gonna stay at work when I know you're sick," John says and Gale can feel another wave of nausea that isn't caused by the sickness.

Gale turns his head against the pillow, avoiding John's gaze and he can feel his eyes well up. No, no, he can't cry. Crying is the worst thing he could do right now. But the tears come anyway, streaming down his face steadily and John rushes down to wipe them away, fretting all over again.

"Hey, hey, baby, Gale, come on don't cry. It's okay, I'm not mad I swear. You should have just told me you weren't feeling well, I could have helped, then maybe you wouldn't have fainted," John says, a firm thumb brushing away the tears that stream down his face and Gale shakes his head.

"Don't... don't wanna be a burden," Gale manages to choke and John shushes him and forces Gale's head to turn towards him.

John's face is both soft and firm, his eyes filled with emotion that's both frustration and affection. Gale hates how worried he looks, just because Gale's a little bit sick.

"Gale, you will never be a burden to me. I promised your mama I would protect you, and I promised you the same. I love you, Gale, and if it takes me dropping everything for you to understand how much you mean to me, I'll do it in a heartbeat," John says, cupping Gale's face with both of his hands.

Gale squeezes his eyes shut because he knows if he looks at John anymore he'll just ugly sob, grabs John's wrist and nuzzles his soaked face into it, gasps and chokes as he continues to sob, John shushing him and bringing him in closer until their foreheads are pressed together, breathing heavily against his face.

"I swear, Gale, you are not a burden. You are my everything, doll, my everything," John whispers, and Gale can only nod, finally allowing himself to melt into the sheets, letting himself feel fatigued and exhausted and sick because John is letting him, allowing him to let go.

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 13: The past cannot be forgotten /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally opens up to Azriel about Ruvyn. They finallly go to Koschei's home.

Word Count: 1,6K

Warnings: Just the usual angst.

Notes: My dumb ass accidentally posted this before i even posted the first chapters ughhhh

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Azriel sat in bed, watching her squirming and groaning, her eyebrows furrowed and sweat coating her forehead. He reached to wake her up when she jumped out of her slumber, sitting in bed with a panicked expression, hands grasping for his arm, eyes frantically scanning him for any injuries. 

“They took you, I saw Ruvyn kill you.” She sobbed, tears streaming down her pretty face. He pulled her to his lap, allowing her to cry on the crook of his neck. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He rubbed her hair, noticing how this worked to calm her down faster. As she stopped her sobs and looked at him again with her red puffy eyes, he pulled her in for a kiss, gently cupping her cheeks and brushing her lips with his own. “Whenever you need to talk to me, I'm here for you.” He said after they parted the kiss.

“His name was Ruvyn.” She spoke, her voice hoarse from both crying and sleep. He watched her intensely. “Before our people became one, Ironteeths hunted Crochans down, to kill them for what their ancestors did to us. I met him in one of my huntings, he was different from the humans I met, he was charming, and something in me came back to life when I saw him for the first time.”

Her face dropped to an even sadder expression, like remembering those things were too painful, and they were, but she needed to let them go, she couldn’t keep allowing that Ruvyn’s ghost haunted her and sucked the life and joy out of her anymore.

“I fell in love with him and I kept coming back to him. He showed me things that I never thought I would have the chance of experiencing. He taught me how to dance, how to live, and how to love.” She rubbed her eyes. “The night I finally got the courage to be intimate with him was like a dream come true. I told him I loved him that night and he looked me in the eyes, like I truly meant something to him and told me he loved me too. When I woke up he had turned me in, ready to burn me at a stake. He told me so many awful things that I still carry with me to this day, he said I was going to die alone and no one would ever love a monster like me.”

The pain in her eyes was too much for Azriel to handle. He understood perfectly how hard it was hearing such harsh words directed at him, but it was totally different coming from someone she trusted with her heart. 

“I was able to free myself, the people who snickered at me started to scream and run away, i was never a monster Az.” She promised. “But that day I turned myself into what Ruvyn believed I was, I became the monster he made me. I killed the man I loved with my bare hands, I ripped his heart out for what he did to mine. I’m not proud of this but I can't erase what I did.”

“And you had every reason to do what you did, I can't imagine a betrayal like this.” She looked at him with worried eyes.

“You don’t think I'm a monster?” Her lower lip started to quiver like she was going to cry again.

“I could never think that of you.” He reassured her, pulling her in for another kiss. “I love you.” 

And despite not being able to tell him that she loved him too, she opened her heart to that feeling, something told her that this time would be different and she was willing to believe. 

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After that morning, they got ready to talk to the rest of the house about their conclusions, finding the two males by the dining room having breakfast, Vassa was nowhere to be seen. Azriel and Y/N greeted them, sitting down to eat. 

“Did you two sleep well?” Lucien asked, always the kind host.

“We did, thank you Lu.” Y/N said. “But I guess the news we have for you isn't that good.” She sipped on her coffee. “Koschei is a Valg king.”

Her and Azriel shared all the information they gathered last night, including the one about Nesta, who according to the letter Azriel got late in the night, was being kept hidden at the cabin much to her dismay. Y/N couldn’t imagine what they had to do to keep Nesta locked against her will, and she wanted to end this soon so her friend would be free again. 

“So we’re basically fucked?” Jurian asked, biting a piece of toast with a smirk adorning his face.

“Precisely.” She motioned to Lucien. “Although our fire boy over there has a chance of killing him.”

“Me?” Lucien choked.

“Fire can kill a Valg, that’s how Aelin Galathynius killed Maeve, a Valg Queen.” She said it like it was obvious. 

“And you want me to Aelin my way into killing Koschei?” Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, she burned Maeve from inside out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.” He protested.

“Then i suggest you find out very quickly cuz we need to kill him as soon as possible.” She shrugged. “But no pressure.”

“Yeah, no pressure.” Lucien mumbled underneath his breath, taking another sip of his hot coffee. 

“So who’s ready to have a tour of Koschei’s lair?” Jurian asked, excitedly getting up and clapping his hands, the groans he received as an answer just made him smile wider.

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The cabin was made from dark wood, ageing poorly with time, the roof was covered in pine needles and the yard really needed a trim to look decent, what connected the land with the island that held the big cabin was a very old bridge, and a dark lake surrounded the area, like the Mother had forgotten about that place too. 

“This smells so awful.” Azriel said, scrunching his nose in clear disgust, the smell was putrid, like death. Exactly like the Valg smelled. 

“Did it always have this smell?” She asked the males behind her. 

“Gets worse every day.” Lucien replied.

“Especially when he releases those things.” Jurian added, making her whip her head back to look at him.

“What things?” Jurian started to describe the monsters he saw coming out, a wide variety of horrors with long claws, sharp teeth and bloodthirst.

“We kill some, but others disappear. Maybe they get killed in the courts, we don't know what they want.” Lucien explained and she nodded. 

“Fuck.” She cursed. “If he's indeed after Nesta’s power, this is his way to guarantee an army before he can open that damned gate.”

“How are you so sure he has a key?” Jurian inquired, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“He got here somehow, he has the original key he had before he was bound to that lake. He has to.” It only made sense that he still had the key, if he was trying so hard to free himself. 

“She has a point.” Lucien waved his hands and Jurian rolled his eyes, mouthing the words back to him in a mockery tone, prompting the male to crack a smile.

“Shhhh, someone is coming.” Azriel shut the conversation down and everyone turned to see.

It was like time had come to a stop, cold spread across her body, freezing her in place as she took the male in. Short golden-blonde hair, ivory skin, broad shoulders and a sculpted body showing through the thin tunic he wore. Beautiful, lethally beautiful like Erawan was. He took a look around, and shining against the sun, his gold eyes, just like Manon’s and just like his younger brother. The eyes of a king.

He stretched his muscles and turned his head towards the sun, letting it warm his skin. A lazy smile appeared on his face and he turned his head towards them, with his eyes closed and a very deep voice, he spoke. 

“I don't like being watched.” He opened one of his eyes, looking directly into hers. 

She motioned for the males to keep quiet and stay in their place, kicking Azriel’s hands away when he tried to grab her ankle. She got up, climbing the hill they were hiding and started to walk in silence, stopping over the edge of the bridge. The male turned to her with a curious gaze. 

“You're not from here, you smell different.” He smiled sweetly at her. 

“I changed my soap yesterday, thanks for noticing.” She snickered and he openly laughed. 

“What a delight having someone so fun around.” He extended a hand to her, inviting her in, but she stayed rooted in place. “Aren't you here to see me?” 

“Yes.”

“Then come here, darling.” Azriel cursed as his shadows informed him that she started to cross the bridge, towards Koschei’ open hand. “What can I do for you?” His voice resonated through the trees.

“I've heard you can take all the pain away.” She replied, lies spilling from her plump lips. 

“You came to the right place, my sweet creature.” His hands wrapped around hers, and she almost flinched with how cold it was against her warm, sweaty and shaking hand. 

He pulled her hand towards his lips, kissing it with his eyes still locked with hers. He smiled again, pulling her closer to him, towards the open door of the cabin, exactly like she wanted.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself.” He bowed his head a little. “Despite the people of this land calling me Koschei, my name is Mantyx.”

She almost froze with the name, swallowing past the lump in her throat and forcing her legs to walk inside the cabin. Azriel watched in horror as she disappeared inside, the door closing itself after them, locking her inside with him.

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[hauntedfemme]

i know you do baby. poor thing, so desperate to be good and submissive for mommy… oh how i wish i was there to fuck you in person! wish i could make you scream until your voice goes hoarse and you feel completely overwhelmed with pleasure. in the meantime, i think i am going to go get off! <3 🪶

you’d be the first person to ever fuck me too!!! i wish you were here to use me as well. ughhhh life is cruel </3 but knowing ur getting off to me is making me blush hehe have fun !!

[notreallythatlost]

UGHHH RACH THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

i got so weak, i literally fell to my knees. still there, shaking because this is so hot

what was my name again? “ur so funny i’m laughing”?

okay okay, here’s my review 🤭🤭

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair falling messily over his forehead and a scruff of stubble along his jaw.

DROOLING TIL ITS POOLING

“Yeah. It just… died. I don’t know what’s wrong. Can you take a look?”

ummm… i died too. please take a look on me??

His fingers, smeared with grease, wrapped around a wrench, tightening a bolt with a deft twist, and you found yourself imagining those hands on you, the way they’d feel, firm and unyielding.

“With you.” He replied, his voice dark like honey.

YOU CAN DO ANYTHING WITH ME

His lips moved to your neck, his stubble scraping against the sweat-dampened curve of your throat as he bit down lightly, drawing a whimper from you.

god, there’s goosebumps all over my body. just the imagination of feeling his stubble on my skin makes me shudder ughhhh

“You ever been fucked by a man as old as me?”

daddy? sorry… daddy? sorry… DADDY? sorry… (not sorry at all)

He tugged at his own vest, peeling the soaked fabric off and tossing it aside, revealing the sweat-slicked expanse of his chest, the dark hair dusting it, the scars that told stories of a hard life.

oh.my.god i think i had a heart attack or something

No fucking underwear. Holy shit.

BUCKY BARNES THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered, large hand smoothing over your ass—before he brought it down with a sharp crack that echoed through the garage.

FUCK I LET OUT A SCREAM

He kissed you then—filthy, biting, possessive—his hand still between your legs, the other wrapped around your throat like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting you go.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

“Daddy’s gonna ruin you.”

FOR I WOULD LET MYSELF RUIN A MILLION LITTLE TIMES

“Take it,” he snarled, one hand slapping your ass while the other squeezed your throat. “Take all of it like a good girl.”

“Good,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Means I did my job.”

UMMM YES YOU CAN DO MORE 🫦🫦🫦

…grabbing his flannel from the hook nearby and draping it over your bare shoulders like it was instinct.

something about bucky in a flannel makes me overthink my life decisions. damn, that’s so fucking hot i’m sweating

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low, a little hoarse now. “Wasn’t too much?”

still so soft, still so caring 😭😭 that’s how we love our man

“Daddy’s not done with you, baby,” he whispered, tugging you closer. “Not even close.”

RACHEL IS AWESOME!!!

damn i have to leave my bed and go outside, getting some fresh air because this soo hot i can’t even take it

absolut masterpiece from the queen of masterpieces—thank you for feeding us again 💋

the mechanic's girl [mechanic!bucky barnes x f!reader]

Synopsis: When your car breaks down, you pull into Barnes Auto Fix, and encounter Bucky, an older-looking man with a metal arm and a haunted past. As he works on your vehicle, you notice the way his sweat-soaked vest clings to his chisled frame and can't help but let your neediness and desire get the better of you.

Warnings/Rating: 18+ explicit content, no minors, smut, age-gap (reader is in their 20s), dom!bucky, he’s rough and possessive with you & talks you through it, unprotected p in v, m receiving oral, cunnilingus, spanking, biting, choking, allusions to cheating, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, sex-tape, this is just pure filth, also the reader doesn’t have a clue about car stuff lol, she’s not dumb she’s just like me<3

Word count: 3800>

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You pushed open the creaky door of Barnes Auto Fix, the bell above jangling weakly as a gust of swelteringly unbearable air followed you inside. The day had been a scorcher, the kind of hot, humid hell that made your clothes cling to your skin like a second layer, sweat beading on your forehead and dripping down your spine. 

The air inside the garage wasn’t much better. It smelled of motor oil and metal, with an undercurrent of gasoline, and the faint hum of an old radio playing a scratchy rock tune filled the space. Your car had sputtered to a stop just a hundred yards down the road, and you’d barely managed to roll it into the gravel lot outside, your thighs sticking to the vinyl seat, leaving you peeling yourself off it with a grimace.

Behind the counter, a man looked up from a greasy engine part he’d been inspecting. His stormy blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch, pinning you in place. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair falling messily over his forehead and a scruff of stubble along his jaw.

His white vest was soaked through with sweat, the fabric clinging to his chest like it had been painted on, outlining every ridge of muscle, every dip and curve of his torso. The humidity had left a sheen on his skin, droplets of sweat rolling down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of the vest. A faded denim jacket hung open over the vest, and his left arm, shimmering metal from shoulder to fingertips, caught the dim light of the garage. Bucky Barnes, the name stitched on his jacket told you, and the way he looked at you, like a predator sizing up its prey, sent a shiver down your spine despite the heat.

“Car trouble?” he asked, his voice low and rough, carrying an edge of authority that made your stomach flip. He set the engine part down with a deliberate thud, wiping his hands on a rag, his movements slow and controlled. The motion made his biceps flex, and you caught a whiff of him—a heady mix of sweat, motor oil, and something unexpectedly delicious, like cedarwood and leather, a scent that made your mouth water despite the oppressive heat.

You nodded, brushing a strand of sticky, sweat-dampened hair from your face. “Yeah. It just… died. I don’t know what’s wrong. Can you take a look?”

His eyes raked over you, slow and unapologetic, before he gave a sharp nod. “Bring it around front.” The command in his tone left no room for argument, and you found yourself moving to comply, your heart racing as you felt his gaze on you the whole way.

By the time your car was in the garage, the afternoon sun had dipped low, but the humidity hadn’t let up, the air thick and heavy, pressing against your skin like a damp blanket. Bucky popped the hood and got to work, his hands moving with a quiet confidence that spoke of years of experience. You sat on a stool nearby, sipping a lukewarm soda he’d pulled from a mini fridge in the corner, the can slippery with condensation in your hand. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the clink of tools and the occasional grunt as he worked.

You couldn’t stop watching his hands—those strong, capable hands, one flesh and one metal, as they worked with precision. His fingers, smeared with grease, wrapped around a wrench, tightening a bolt with a deft twist, and you found yourself imagining those hands on you, the way they’d feel, firm and unyielding.

The thought sent a wave of heat through you, pooling low in your belly, and you shifted on the stool, pressing your thighs together to ease the ache. His white vest was practically obscene now, the sweat making it stick to him like a second skin, and every time he leaned over the engine, you caught another whiff of that delicious scent, a mix of hard work and raw masculinity that made your head spin.

“Fuel line’s shot,” he said abruptly, straightening up and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. More sweat rolled down his temple, catching in the stubble on his jaw, and his vest clung to his chest, the damp fabric outlining his pecs, the faint outline of his nipples visible through the thin material. “I can fix it. But it’s gonna take a while,” He announced, taking a step back from the vehicle, his gaze locking onto you. “You got family? A boyfriend to come pick you up?” 

The way he said it wasn’t a question—it was a statement, or an assumption, even. And the weight of his gaze made it clear he wasn’t waiting for an answer. But regardless, you gave him one. You swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay,” you said, testing the waters. Bucky didn’t shift, his blue eyes like steel, boring into you like you were some sort of spectacle. “Family is on the other side of the country, and no, no boyfriend.”

You hopped onto the edge of the counter, legs swinging beneath you. Bucky’s jaw ticked, but he said nothing and just went back to work. You felt the shift in the air, the way his presence seemed to fill the room, commanding every inch of space. You tried to make small talk, asking about the town, the garage, but his answers were curt, his focus on the car unwavering.

He’d bought the garage a few years back, he said, after getting out of the military. Didn’t like people much. Preferred the quiet.

The hours passed, and you found yourself helping him with small tasks—handing him a wrench, holding a flashlight while he tightened a bolt. His hands brushed yours more than once, the contact leaving a smear of grease on your skin, the warmth of his touch lingering even in the stifling heat, and each time, your breath caught, the intensity of his proximity making your pulse race.

By the time he finished the repair, the storm had arrived, the storm that you both had known was forecasted. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and rain began to fall, a steady patter that quickly turned into a downpour. You stood at the garage door, watching the water stream down the gravel lot, the rain a welcome relief from the oppressive humidity, though it did little to cool the heat simmering beneath your skin. There was no way you were driving in that.

You heard the faucet turn off as Bucky had finished washing his hands, dropping a towel haphazardly by the sink. A signal that the work was complete.

Your eyes were locked onto the brewing storm outside, a flash of lightning making you jump slightly, and you realised you were holding your breath.

“You’re not leaving,” Bucky said, his voice a low growl as he came up behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. The scent of him hit you again, stronger now, a delicious mix of sweat and cedarwood that made your knees weak, and you noticed his vest was still clinging to him, the damp fabric outlining every inch of his torso in a way that made your mouth water.

You turned to face him, your back against the doorframe, and his eyes were dark, predatory, as they locked onto yours. “I… I guess not,” you managed, your voice trembling under the weight of his stare.

He stepped closer, crowding your space, his broad frame towering over you. “Good,” he said, his voice rough with intent. “Because I’m not done.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs as he reached out, his metal hand gripping your waist, pulling you away from the door and into the garage with a force that made you stumble. He didn’t let you fall—his metal hand caught your arm, steadying you, but there was no gentleness in his touch, only a raw, commanding strength that sent a thrill through you.

“With the car?” You asked, biting your lip incredulously. 

“With you.” He replied, his voice dark like honey. Before you could process what was happening, he had you backed up against the workbench, the edge of it digging into your lower back as he pressed himself against you, his body a wall of heat and muscle.

“Bucky—” you started, but his lips crashed into yours, cutting you off, the kiss hard and demanding, like he was claiming you.

His metal hand stayed on your waist, holding you in place with an iron grip, while his flesh hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to deepen the kiss. You gasped against his mouth, your hands grabbing at his shoulders, feeling the slickness of his sweat-soaked vest, the hard planes of muscle beneath it, and he growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you.

“You’ve been watching me all day,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a rough rasp as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. You want this, don’t you?”

Bucky brought his hand down to his belt, undoing it and unlacing it through the loops of his light-washed, oil-stained jeans. You glanced down, a knot in your throat forming when you noticed his bulge pressing against the denim. 

You nodded, breathless, your body trembling under the intensity of his gaze. “Yes,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

He lifted you onto the workbench with a roughness that made your breath hitch, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as he stepped between your legs, forcing them apart. His lips moved to your neck, his stubble scraping against the sweat-dampened curve of your throat as he bit down lightly, drawing a whimper from you.

“That’s what I thought,” he growled, his hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head in one swift motion, leaving you exposed to the humid air and his hungry eyes. “What’s a young thing like yourself doing this far out of the city, alone?”

His metal hand pinned your wrists above your head against the workbench, the coolness of the material a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he pressed himself closer, his hips grinding against yours. 

“Fight with my boyfriend,” you mumbled, ducking your head down as warmth crept across your cheeks. "Needed to get outta there."

“Ah,” Bucky let out an airy chuckle. “You told me you had no boyfriend.”

And yet, he didn’t step back. If anything, he pushed closer to you, his frame towering over you. There was no room for running. No room for escape. 

“I’m going to break up with him.” You announced, your eyes nervously meeting his, anticipating a reaction.

“When did you decide that, doll? When you were watching me hunched over, fixing your car?” He raised a quizzical eyebrow, almost in disbelief. Almost like confusion was masking itself. Was he impressed?

Yes. Yes. You’d watched Bucky working meticulously in the heat, his skilled fingers doing laboured things that your boyfriend wouldn’t have the first clue about. When you didn’t reply, Bucky grazed his teeth over your neck. You gasped, fingers curling around the edge of the workbench. 

“You’re mine now,” Bucky said, his voice low and commanding, and the possessiveness in his tone sent a wave of heat straight to your core. “You ever been fucked by a man as old as me?”

His hand found your neck, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he admired your face. You felt a pool of heat coil into your abdomen. God, you could burst just from the way he looked at you. 

“Just how old are you?” You asked.

Bucky laughed darkly before turning his back on you, like he’d vetoed the question. Fine, he didn’t have to answer, but from the look of him, he had to be mid-40s. You briefly considered the age gap, but ultimately, you were definitely okay with it. 

“I want to remember this,” he said, his voice dripping with dark promise as he reached into a drawer on the workbench and pulled out a small, battered camcorder—the kind that was popular in the late ‘80s, with a clunky lens and a red record button. Your heart skipped a beat, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding through you.

“You’re gonna look so good on camera,” he said, setting the camcorder on a tripod nearby, angling it to capture the two of you against the workbench, the storm outside framing the scene like a gritty, intimate movie. The red light blinked on, and the air felt heavier, the moment charged with a new kind of intensity. You felt exposed under his gaze, under the lens, but the way he looked at you—like he owned you—made you want to give him everything.

He released your wrists, but his hands didn’t stay idle. He tugged at his own vest, peeling the soaked fabric off and tossing it aside, revealing the sweat-slicked expanse of his chest, the dark hair dusting it, the scars that told stories of a hard life. His scent enveloped you completely now—cedarwood, leather, and that delicious musk that made your head spin—and you couldn’t help but lean forward, pressing your lips to his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin.

He let you, but only for a moment. Then his hands were on you again, rough and insistent, one gripping your thigh to pull you closer, the other tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, forcing you to look at him. “Not yet,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “I fixed your fucking car. You’ll do what I want first.”

He kissed you again, hard, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his hands roamed your body, possessive and unyielding. Then he pulled back, his eyes dark with intent as he pushed you down onto your knees in front of him, the concrete floor rough against your skin.

“Show me how much you want this,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. 

No fucking underwear. Holy shit.

You looked up at him, your breath coming in short gasps, and the sight of him—towering over you, his chest heaving, his white-hot intensity burning in his gaze—made your pulse race. Your hands trembled as you reached for him, pressing soft kisses along the taut skin of his lower abdomen, feeling the lingering heat of the day on his skin.

He was fucking huge, thick, a distinguised vein running up the base of his cock. You already felt full just from the sight of him, and you suppressed a moan as your core clenched around nothing. His muscles tensed under your touch, and he let out a low groan, his hand resting on the back of your head, guiding you with a firm grip. You parted your mouth, and he nudged himself against your lips, asking, no, begging for entry.

You could barely take half of him before you were gagging, unshed tears glossing over you as you looked up at him with big, doe-like eyes. Obscene sounds filled the room as you sucked, the taste of his sweat and precum leaving a saltiness on your tongue. 

His grip tightened in your hair, a silent command for you to open wider, and you obeyed, your hands and lips working in tandem, drawing out every shudder, every growled curse that fell from his lips.

Eventually, your nose was pressed against his stomach as he’d pushed himself down your throat. The sounds he made—low, guttural, almost feral—sent heat pooling in your core, and you felt a surge of power, even as he dominated the moment, knowing you could affect him like this.

You pulled off him with a wet pop, gasping for air as a string of your saliva connected your lips with his cock. But before you even gave him time to adjust, you were back on him, this time licking a stripe down the underside of him before palming at his balls. He was loaded, and as you took him between your lips again, he made you feel small.

“Agh!— fuck,” he hissed, his hips twitching and bucking into you. 

The camcorder’s red light glowed in the corner of your vision, a silent witness to the way Bucky’s chest heaved, the way his metal hand flexed against the workbench as he braced himself.

Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you off his cock with a groan, not wanting to finish yet. No, not before he had the chance to feel your pussy.

He yanked you back up to your feet, his hands rough on your arms as he spun you around, bending you over the workbench with a force that made you gasp. The edge of the bench dug into your hips, and his metal hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you down as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re so damn perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, and the praise, paired with the roughness of his touch, made your knees weak.

Your breath hitched, fingers scrambling to hold onto the edge of the bench as he kicked your legs apart with one boot. You gasped, but he was already behind you, already shoving your skirt up and groaning when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered, large hand smoothing over your ass—before he brought it down with a sharp crack that echoed through the garage.

You cried out, thighs clenching. “Bucky—”

“Say it again.” Another slap. “My name, sweetheart. C’mon.”

“Bucky,” you whined, louder this time, desperate, humiliated, soaking wet.

He chuckled low in his throat, and then he leaned down, biting your shoulder, hard. “You wanna act like a needy little brat, I’ll treat you like one.”

You could barely breathe as his fingers slid between your legs, rough and unrelenting, no teasing this time. “So wet for me already,” he growled, almost to himself. “Bet none of those boys your age ever touched you like this.”

“N-no,” you stammered, rocking back onto his hand.

“That’s right,” he said, dragging his fingers down again, slower this time. “You’re mine now. You get that?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look over your shoulder at him. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He kissed you then—filthy, biting, possessive—his hand still between your legs, the other wrapped around your throat like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting you go.

“Good girl.”

And then he turned you around, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you flat on the bench.

“Now keep those pretty legs open, sweetheart,” he said, undoing his belt with one hand, the clink of it making you shiver. “Daddy’s gonna ruin you.”

Your back hit the cool metal with a clatter, tools shifting around you, but you didn’t care—not with the way he was looking at you. Like he was starved. Like you were the one thing he wasn’t supposed to touch, and he was gonna do it anyway.

“Look at you,” Bucky muttered, tugging your thighs wide open, eyes locked on the mess between your legs. “So fuckin’ wet already and I haven’t even gotten my cock inside you yet.”

You whimpered, hands gripping the bench behind you for balance. “Please—”

His hand came down hard across your inner thigh. Crack.

“Did I tell you to beg, baby?”

“N-no, Daddy,” you whispered, voice breaking.

“That’s right,” he said, dark and smug as he palmed himself, already leaking at the tip. He wrapped a hand around his cock, giving it a few rough strokes, eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t beg unless I say. You take what I give you. And you’re gonna thank me for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you said, breathless, almost crying with need.

"Yes?"

"Yes Daddy." you huffed, correcting yourself.

He didn’t wait any longer—he lined himself up, dragged the head through your slick folds once, twice, and then thrust in with one brutal stroke.

You cried out, head thrown back as he bottomed out inside you.

“Fuck,” he growled, both hands on your hips now, holding you still while he stayed buried deep. “So tight for me, sweetheart. This little pussy’s never gonna be the same.”

He pulled out almost all the way—then slammed back in hard, making the workbench rattle beneath you.

You moaned his name, over and over, each thrust driving it out of you like a prayer. Your legs trembled around his waist, but he just gripped you harder, biting your collarbone and fucking you rougher.

“Take it,” he snarled, one hand slapping your ass while the other squeezed your throat. “Take all of it like a good girl.”

You were already unraveling, eyes glassy, brain gone. Every time his hips slapped against yours it sent sparks shooting up your spine. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t speak.

But he wasn’t done.

He bent over you, pressing his chest to yours, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna fill you up,” he whispered, filth in every syllable. “Gonna fuck my cum into you so deep it’s all you’ll feel for days. That what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you sobbed, clutching at his shoulders.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy—thank you, thank you—”

He kissed you then, deep and messy, swallowing every sound as he fucked you into the workbench like he was trying to break you open. Your name was a growl on his lips as he came, hips jerking, cock twitching inside you while he held you down and moaned against your throat.

The camcorder captured it all—the way his hands roamed your body, the way you arched against him, the way the fluorescent lights flickered above you. It was raw, messy, intense, and as the storm raged on outside, you surrendered to him.

Your legs were shaking.

Your back was sore.

And your thighs were soaked—dripping with his cum, your release, sweat, and something so much filthier it made your cheeks burn.

You barely noticed when Bucky pulled out, cock still hard, chest still heaving like he hadn’t even begun to slow down. He watched you for a second—just stared at the mess he’d made of you, spread out on his workbench like something for him to tinker with.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So fuckin’ perfect like this.”

You whined softly, trying to close your legs, but his hands shot out—rough and fast—grabbing your knees and keeping you spread. “Ah ah. Don’t hide from me, baby. Let Daddy see what he did.”

You turned your face, embarrassed, only for him to grab your chin and force your gaze back to his. “You wanted this, remember?” he said with a smirk. “You begged for it.”

“I know,” you breathed. “I know—I just—”

“You did so good,” he said suddenly, softer this time, but still wrecked, still growling at the edges. “So fuckin’ good for me. My perfect girl.”

That made your chest flutter.

And then he stepped back, grabbed one of the old, half-clean shop rags from the nearby counter, and started cleaning you up—gentle now, but still firm, still his.

You gasped when the cloth dragged over your thighs, and he grinned.

“Sensitive already?” he teased, kneeling between your legs, his eyes flicking up to yours with that dangerous gleam.

You nodded, lips parted, completely fucked out—but glowing. His gaze dropped back to your thighs, admiring the mess he’d made, before he reached for the rag again and gently finished wiping you down. He was quiet for a moment, almost focused, but the tension hadn’t left him—it just simmered lower now, heavy under the surface.

“You took it so well,” he murmured, tossing the rag aside and smoothing his palms over your thighs. “Didn’t think a pretty little thing like you could handle my cock like that. Guess I underestimated you, huh?”

You huffed out a small laugh, still face-down on the bench, your cheek resting against cool metal. “I could barely walk before. I’m definitely not walking now.”

“Good,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Means I did my job.”

He helped you up carefully, guiding your body until you were wrapped in his arms, your legs slung around his waist as he carried you across the garage, like you weighed nothing. He set you down gently on the old couch tucked in the corner, grabbing his flannel from the hook nearby and draping it over your bare shoulders like it was instinct.

You melted into the warmth and the scent of him, blinking up through your lashes as he sat beside you, one arm resting along the back of the couch, fingers playing with your hair.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low, a little hoarse now. “Wasn’t too much?”

You shook your head instantly, leaning into him. “No. It was perfect.”

His eyes darkened again, like just the memory of having you like that made him want to drag you back onto his lap.

But instead, he leaned in, brushing his lips over your temple. “You ever show up in that little skirt again,” he muttered, voice sinful and teasing, “I’m bending you over the hood of my car next time. Right in front of the open garage door.”

Your whole body reacted—heat flooding your cheeks, thighs clenching.

He chuckled darkly, watching you squirm. “Yeah. That got your attention.”

“Maybe I will,” you said, half-daring.

He looked at you, all rough affection and smouldering hunger, and smiled like a man who knew you were already his.

“Daddy’s not done with you, baby,” he whispered, tugging you closer. “Not even close.”

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SICK ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗

(Wednesday x Fem!reader oneshot)

> swearing/cursing, reader gets sick

🟣 After running out in the rain like a crazy maniac without a raincoat or at least something to cover you, you got sick. As expected. Wednesday volunteered to nurse/aid you back to normal. Thing being with you to keep you company and help you as well.

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"ughhhh" you groaned turning on your side and putting an arm over your forehead. "shit, I should've wore a raincoat" you said, clearly struggling.

"yeah you should've. Now I have to nurse you." Wednesday says going inside your dorm. She brought a tray with her, with medicine, breakfast and water.

It was a school day today, but considering your current predicament, you couldn't go to class. Miss Weem's had excused you from your classes.

To everyone's surprise, Wednesday Volunteered to help you out. What a sweet thing to do, Addams.

"shut upppp, you volunteered yourself." You say groaning even louder. Your reply caused Wednesday to shoot you a glare. But honestly, you were right.

"why wouldn't I? I would be classified as a bad girlfriend." Her reply stunned you. You meekly sat up, you wanted to see Wednesday in a better view.

Her reply caused your already red cheeks to heat up even more as you stared at her. "What? Anything wrong?" She asks shooting you a glare.

"...no... nothing" you say with your hoarse voice, giving her a closed eye smile. Wednesday just sighs and mentally rolls her eyes. "You're lucky I'm even doing this." She mumbles, causing you to giggle.

She placed the tray on the nightstand beside your bed. She grabbed your breakfast - which was soup, and sat at the foot of your bed.

"Here, eat this." She says moving closer. "What's this?" You ask peaking at the bowl she was holding.

"what does it look like to you?" She says, glaring at you with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Geez...sorry, I was just asking" you say leaning back into your beds headboard. Your lips started to form a little pout.

Wednesday just stayed silent, as if she was trying to think of a reply carefully in order not to upset you any further. "It's soup...it's one of my grandma's (Granny frump) special recipes. She used to make it when Pugsley or....me got sick. Ofcourse now, she doesn't make it for me since I don't get sick." She carefully replies looking up at you.

"and you learned to make this recipe...just for me?" You asked with questioning expression, a gentle smile, and your cheeks heated up just like awhile ago.

Wednesday glanced at the lamp beside you and nodded a little. "But only because you're sick. I'm only doing this for your sake." Her reply caused you to smile even wider.

"And I had to ring my parents up just to get this recipe so you better be grateful and eat it." She added, glaring at you.

"Thank you, Wen" You were truly grateful to have her. Wednesdays cheeks were very lightly coated with blush, she nodded at your reply.

"You should eat this now. It's better to eat it while it's still warm." She says glancing at the soup infront of her.

You nodded your head and picked up the spoon full of soup, you were honestly kind of struggling.

Wednesday saw your struggles, sighed and she carefully took the spoon from you and fed you herself. Small act, but it caused you to get butterflies in your stomach.

"Eat it." She says moving the spoon closer to you. "..but I'm not hungry" you say pouting. "Amor, you need to eat" Once again, you were stunned.

Her reply caused you to open your mouth lightly due to shock. She used that opportunity to shove the spoon in your mouth.

"Swallow." She sternly says, After that she continued to feed you until you finished the whole bowl.

"Drink water and eat this medicine I prepared for you." She carefully grabs them from the tray. While you ate and drank it, Wednesday studied your face intently. You felt the pressure of her stare but you brushed it off.

"Good. Now, I have to get to class, Thing will be here to keep you company and bring you lunch and anything else you need." She says glancing at the appendage.

Thing gave her a thumbs up in reply. "While I'm gone you should take a nap. I know how much you lack sleep, so please Amor."

She gives you a concerned look and holds your hand. "I want you to get better." She says looking at you with a loving stare, Something she only ever does to you.

You gave her a nod as a reply, you leaned closer to her to give her a quick peck on her cheek as a good luck for her school day.

"I'll be back soon Cara mia." You both gave each other a small smile and she went off to go to class.

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You had a hard time smelling and your nose was stuffy, so Thing rummaged through your nightstand and pulled out a tiny jar with liquid in it.

Thing open it and rubbed some of the liquid on the top of your nose and a little bit on your collarbone.

The aroma of the liquid made you realize that it was eucalyptus oil. You gave Thing a thankyou since you could smell much better now.

But, you had wondered who put that tiny jar off eucalyptus oil there? You asked Thing and he took out a notepad and wrote 'Wednesday' , you gave him a nod and a smile in return.

You slowly glanced at the clock beside your bed, "They've been out for a while..." You say sighing. School usually finishes at 3 pm, So Wednesday and your friends should've been back about 2 hours ago.

You've been waiting for hours, Thing being by your side and keeping you company while Wednesday and your friends were gone.

Thing woke you up awhile ago at around at 12 : 10 p.m, to eat your lunch. After that you scrolled through your phone - However, you immediately stopped and put your phone away after realizing that it caused you to get headaches.

You and thing decided to play chess for a bit - both of you ended up in a tie. While both of you were having fun, Thing made sure to check your temperature every 30 minutes. (He recorded them on a notepad to show Wednesday later.)

'Don't worry, I'm pretty sure Wednesday's on her way here.' Thing signed in attempt to cheer you up.

"Yeah you're right..." You replied...tho you still felt a little down, but you brushed it off. You thought that maybe you should just go take another nap, so you did.

A little while later Wednesday came back. She moved closer to your bed and noticed you soundly asleep with a folded wet cloth on your forehead.

Thing was right beside you making sure that the wet cloth didn't slide off your forehead. "Thankyou for the help, Thing. I'll be sure to give you a reward by making an appointment to your favourite nail salon" Thing moved his fingers around as a way to say thankyou.

Wednesday nodded and sat beside you. Thing moved and gave the wet cloth to Wednesday. She carefully wiped the cloth on your face then gently put it back on your forehead.

While she did that, Thing went to grab the notepad where he recorded your temperatures (and some other things he noticed) and gave it to Wednesday.

Wednesday thanked him once again and the little appendage went out of the room to give Wednesday and you some time alone, and also to find Enid.

"I promise to double your reward." Wednesday said as Thing was on his way out of the room.

She looked back at you and noticed you stir from your sleep. "..Wen..is that you..?" You say rubbing your eyes.

"Yes Amor, it's me." You pull her down so she was laying down right beside you. Both of you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere of the room.

A few seconds later Wednesday spoke, "Sorry for keeping you waiting...Enid dragged me along to the Carnival. And I uhm, I got you something"

She pulled something from behind her.

"I hope you like it, Amor." She whispers giving it to you.

You smiled at her and gave her a peck on her cheek "THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOUUU" you squealed in response.

You were hugging it as if your life depended on it, it made Wednesdays black heart warm up.

You always made her feel like this. You felt incredibly lucky to have her, Wednesday felt lucky to have you aswell. You were her lucky charm, Her treasure. Nothing else compared to how much she treasures you.

She pulled you closer, the adorable plushie was right in the middle of you. It was quite a silly sight to see but it was still adorable.

You treated the plushie with such care, as if it was yours and Wednesdays child. That thought popped up in Wednesday head and she couldn't hide her blush.

You noticed her face started to lightly heat up so you put a hand over her forehead, "Wen, I think you might be the one that's sick" you giggled.

Wednesdays lips curled up into a small smile. Oh how she was head over heals for you, just like how head over heals you are for her.

After all that giggling, your body felt more tired, Even after napping the whole day. You melted into her touch and both of you cuddled up each other.

"Get well, Amor" Wednesday whispered as you were soundly asleep. She dozed off after a little while. Both of you truly enjoyed the nap.

until Yoko and Enid called you guys for dinner.

They happened to catch you guys cuddling with the little plushie in the middle.

They couldn't help but take some pics. Unfortunately, it didn't go so well for your wolf and blood sucking friend after Wednesday found out that Enid posted the said pics on her blog.

But that's a story for another time.

a/n:

Oml, this took way longer than intended and I am so sorry for that. Oh, and I didn't proofread it so I apologize for any grammatical errors or basically any mistakes. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠🎀)

Its 11 pm and I have a toothache so I apologize if nothing makes sense. I swear I feel like I'm high or smth. (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠) [pls don't take that seriously, I'm not high.]

Howeverrrr, I'm FINALLY done with thissss and I'm very gladdd.

I started to continue working on this after I ate dinner so imagine my happiness once I finished HAHAAHHA

If you have read my other oneshot, the "go to bed, Amor" you would have known about the bat plushie

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I'm rlly tired so I'm gonna go to bed now ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I luv u all, byeee!! 🎀 - unforgettwble-sumii

©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

[wyverndollface96]

Adaman x Female Reader: Laced Sickness

During your research around Crimson Mirelands, you get sick so suddenly. Then an alpha Paras attacks you. Mentions of phlegm and mucus.

It was cold in the Crimson Mirelands. You were wearing a scarf and long sleeves for the weather, but you still felt a chill. “I shoulda known to have bought proper clothes for this kind of weather.” you said to yourself.

You were halfway though your research when you suddenly started coughing. Ugh, not now! you thought to yourself. Your body suddenly started to ache. You sat down for a moment to rest, but then you realized it was not a good place to rest.

Before your buzzing head could process what’s going on, an alpha Paras sneaks up on you and fires off Toxic; poisoning your sick self. Just like that, your coughing got worse. You fumbled for your Poké Ball containing your Typhlosion and he goes to fight off the alpha Paras, which eventually faints.

You were struggling to get to the Diamond Settlement; your body extremely weak from you getting sick and being poisoned. You were just a mile away from the settlement when you collapsed. You coughed a bit more until you fainted.

You were unsure of what was going on, but you thought, in your unconscious mind, you could taste Pecha Berry on your breath. You could even hear a muffled male voice around you. Sounded like there were mentions of “sick” and “poison” and whatever else you could barely even hear. You were unconscious, but at the same time, you felt scared. Sickness and poisoning don’t mix well.

You forced tears to stream from your eyes. That’s when you barely hear somebody mention “crying”. That was all you could hear even through the muffling. You thought you could hear the voice getting closer to you, saying, “Ca…….ear me? It’s oka……..afe now. ……..anaged to cle…….oison fro……dy.” You could recognize that voice. It was Adaman’s voice talking to you.

Just then, you felt something cold get in contact with your forehead. You regained consciousness from that. As you opened your eyes, your vision was slightly blurry. You blink to try to clear your vision. Once you were able to see again, you see Adaman sitting by you, blotting your forehead with a cold and damp cloth. It felt so good.

You then had a coughing fit, scaring Adaman a bit. He rubs at your chest to try to settle your coughing. “Easy there, love. Easy.” he tells you. You coughed up so hard, you felt phlegm come up your throat. Adaman notices your gagging and grabs a bucket beside him and holds it for you to spit in. You then spit all the phlegm into the bucket and lay back down.

“Did you get sick?” Adaman asks. You nod, answering with a hoarse voice, “Yeah. I didn’t….really meant to. I sat down….somewhere to rest…..then this…..alpha P-Paras….came out of nowhere…..and used…..ughhhh……Toxic.” “I figured it was a Poison move,” Adaman nods, “but you didn’t get sick on purpose, nor get poisoned on purpose. Don’t blame yourself.”

You then sneezed, mucus shooting out your nose. Adaman quickly grabs a tissue to wipe your nose clean. “Bless you.” he said as he gathers all the mucus in the tissue and tosses it in the bucket you chucked in. “Ughhh….I hate this.” you whined. “I know,” Adaman says as he takes your hand in his, “but don’t worry. I have all the remedies you’ll need to feel better. In the meantime, just rest. And let me know if you need anything.”

He helps you sit up to drink some water and take some medicine before letting you get back to resting. He reassured you that he would stay with you until you’re better. He even planned on giving you a bath and making some soup and tea for you. He was worried about you, but he cares about you and is willing to take care of you in any way you need.

💕💕💕

[minkoy]

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎. - (𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛? - 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝)

summary: diluc explains everything and you become lesbian good friends with kokomi.

warnings: angst, no comfort, cheating, diluc lowkey gaslighting reader, extremly not like diluc someone help pls, my bad writing, NOT PROOFREAD

"then what is it diluc? if it's not what i think, then what is it?" diluc stays silent, eyes full of regret. you scoff and turn to leave, but diluc holds you back by your wrist. you stop. for a moment, both of you are silent, diluc holding your wrist. it feels as if time had stopped. but you need it to keep moving. by then, you had made up your mind. it was no use clinging onto your ex-lover. you would only feel shame. you yank your wrist away from his grip and turn back to him. "i will give you half an hour to explain everything to me. if not, i'm leaving, diluc. i am giving you a chance, so please, accept it." you stare into his red eyes. finally, with an exasperated sigh, he whispers, "ok. i'll explain."

"between me and donna...it was..it was just supposed to be a one time thing(yes, in THAT way.). i was just...lonely, i suppose, and i didn't want to spend the night all by myself. so..i guessed i just called donna to come over since she was nearby.." you held back your tears and looked at him straight in the eyes. "so you admit to having an affair, diluc?" diluc's eyes widen, "what, no!? well, i mean, yes, but..i didn't mean to ok? it's just that i couldn't control myself, you had been on a business trip that week. i really needed someone by my side." you scoff. "diluc, that business trip was 3 months ago. you have been having an affair with donna for 3 months?" diluc slowly nods.

"so, what happened that night? when you were dancing toghether in the tavern?" diluc sighs. "nothing really. i just wanted a dance with someone, since you were never really there. i'm not saying you're a bad partner, it's just that, well, i only did it for my mentality. i want to be a good partner for you and love you, and i can't be a good partner if my mental health isn't good, right?" diluc tries to take your hand, but you pull it away, and slap diluc right across his face. diluc gasps in surprise, looking back at you in shock. "i can't believe you, diluc ragnvindr. you disgusting excuse of a man. i can't believe i was in love with you. we're done, mr. ragnvindr. please, never try to find me, or i will kill myself. goodbye. i hope i never see you again." you quickly walked out of his mansion, holding back tears of anger.

as soon as you shut the door of your bedroom, you broke down in sobs. the tears kept flowing and flowing, soaking your bedsheets. you cried until your throat was hoarse and no more tears could escape. the pain in your heart was indescribable. it felt as if you had been stabbed over and over again, and as much as you wanted the pain to stop, it wouldn't. and it will never.

a few days later, you moved permanently to inazuma, moving in with kokomi. you had become great acquantainces during your previous trip and after hearing your tragic breakup, she immedeatly let you stay in her shrine. you soon got over diluc, and although it took a long time, kokomi was always there to help you. diluc was now just a part of your past, and something you did not need to remember. kokomi, however... </3

end.

a/n: IM FINALLY DONE UGHHHH. this took way too long yalls.

p.s. i legit listened to a 3 hour weight loss subliminal while writing this 💀💀

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖     

Chapter 19 - Or perhaps you’re just a bitch?!

Episode 2. *Somewhere in the valley* Andy: *He sighed deep as he threw himself on his bed, observing Ben sitting on one of Andy's couches just few meters away, gaming on Andy's flat screen tv* Watcha doing? Ben: *He reached a hand up in the air, shaking one of the controllers, shoving chips in his mouth with his left hand* MMMH!!! Andy: *He snorted soft* Fine! I guess it's obvious what you are doing... but I'm boooooooooooored... *he smirked towards Ben's back* Ben: No. Andy: *He chuckled hoarse* How did you know?! Ben: *He pointed at the screen* I can see your reflection... sometimes... Andy: *He stuck his tongue out of his mouth* Ben: *He squinted and repeated the gesture* Andy: *A dramatic sigh escaped him* Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine... I'll call Willow and see what she's up to! *He grunted soft as he reached for his phone on his messy bedside table, and quickly dialed her number* Willow: What's up Slutty McSlut? Andy: *He smirked cheekily* Sup Queen Cooch? Willow: *She laughed hoarsely* Andy: Watcha doing? Willow: Not much, lounging around in my undies... Andy: Ben is boring, wanna go out for a beer? Ben: *He quickly turned around, pouting at Andy* Willow: Ughhhh... kinda too lazy for that, can we do something inside? Andy: *He shrugged lightly* we can stay in, game with Ben, we could order some food and watch movies? Night is still young, I'm sure some greasy place is still open... Willow: ......... I'll be over in a mo! Andy: *He chuckled hoarse* Nice.

Ben: So Willow is coming over? *He mumbled questioning, his eyes once again glued to the screen*

Andy: Yeah, is that okay? I can call and-

Ben: No it's fine *he paused the game and smiled soft at Andy as he turned around* I'm sorry I'm not in the mood for-

Andy: *He shrugged lightly and quickly sat up* It's okay, Ben, I get that things are a bit strange right now between us, I'm just glad you're here and you know, we can cuddle and stuff like that, for now... it's cool... I'm cool *he jumped out of bed and grabbed some pants from the floor, quickly getting them on* We're cool.

Ben: *He sighed soft, and got up, tip toe-ing towards Andy* I know you need something... and I'm sorry that I'm a bit weird on that matter... uhm *he frowned soft as he blushed, nervously scratching the back of his neck*

Andy: *He sighed soft* I told you we're cool, and I mean it. *He smiled soft and placed his hands on Ben's cheeks as soon as he tipped within Andy's reach* Hey... that's one of the beauties of being in a poly-ship with me. I got other partners that can take care of that. Sure if it's specifically you I need, they can't cover that, but they can cover my general needs. *He smiled soft and leaned in, kissing Ben's forehead gently* I love you, Ben. And you're more important than sex. I know you have some stuff you need to work through after everything with Pete, and Adrian now also fooling around with Sam *he frowned soft and stuff with Raven as well... it's a lot...

Ben: *He sighed deep* I worry about him.

Andy: Yeah *he nodded soft* me too. But he's a tough cookie, I'm sure he's alright under the circumstances.

Ben: *He hesitated a bit but nodded as he placed his hands on Andy's hips* So gaming night with Willow?

Andy: We can go somewhere else in the house if you want privacy?

Ben: No *he smiled soft* I would like the distraction, please *as he looked at Andy, it was easy to see the hope that Willow would bring Pete from NY, as well*

Andy: I can call her and- *he didn't get to finish the sentence till Willow already barged through the bedroom door*

Willow: Sup Cuntzilla?! Ben *she nodded with a big grin on her face*

Andy: Always a pleasure mini-me! *he chuckled hoarse and gave Ben a quick kiss, then slowly walked towards his daughter* I was just about to call you to ask if you had Pete around and if you would br-

Pete: *Before Andy could get to finish, he already appeared in the door frame, rocking back and forwards on his tip-toes, his hands planted solid in his pockets* Iiiiis there room for one more? *he smiled friendly and took a step in*

Ben: Pete! *His face lit up*

Andy: *He chuckled soft and pointed at the door* close that after you.

*Meanwhile on the mountain*

Adrian: *He was sitting in front of the fire place, working on getting a fire going*

Sam: *He was laying quietly on some blankets and pillows they had brought with them, sipping a glass of wine, observing Adrian's naked body and every move he made, a warm smile on his lips, thinking how lucky he was, to share this very moment with Adrian*

Adrian: You're starring *he said in a grumpy voice, yet there were a warmth in the tone*

Sam: ..... I think it would be easier for you, if you just get used to it.

Adrian: Sam *he looked at Sam with soft eyes as he turned to look at him* Why me? You can have anyone in the world. There's so many nice girls out there, you're not even ga-

Sam: Remember I told you not to get so hung up in sexualities. *He sighed soft* I think I am straight, cause I seem to be interested in females. So far, you're the only male I am interested in. But I also have very little experience, so who knows? I really don't care about it, Adrian, so would you please stop worrying so much about it? *He slowly pushed himself a little closer, stroking Adrian's thigh playfully with just a single finger* Adrian..... 'Why me'.... I already told you, so perhaps you should stop questioning that as well? *He sighed soft and smiled* You're kind *he laid down on his belly, planting a soft kiss on Adrian's thigh* patient

Adrian: *He snorted soft* I literally wanna kill people every day, Sam.

Sam: And yet you don't... that's patience.

Adrian: *He sighed soft*

Sam: You're very loving, when you want to be *he planted another kiss on Adrian's thigh* romantic *another kiss*

Adrian: *He moaned soft*

Sam: Passionate *another kiss* skillful *another kiss*

Adrian: *He sighed soft and ran his fingers through Sam's long brown hair*

Sam: Mmhhh.... creative *another kiss* ... smart *another kiss*..... handsome *another kiss*.... ssssexy *another kiss* ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌         ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Adrian: *A soft moan slipped his lips, his dick twitching lightly as it started getting hard* Saaahm *he slowly tilted himself forwards, so he got on all four, slowly crawling next to Sam, planting gentle, sensual kisses from Sam's shoulder, down Sam's back, and till he reached Sam's butt cheeks*

Sam: *He sighed soft and aroused, arching his back gently*

Adrian: *He paused for a moment, observing Sam's back and arch, his naked round butt, the way his hair would rest on his right shoulder, and in the light from the dancing flames of the fire place, Adrian felt a warm tickly sensation spread in his body. The undoubtedly feeling of him falling for Sam*

Sam: What are you thinking? *he smiled soft as he slightly turned his head to look at Adrian, from the corner of his eye*

Adrian: How gorgeous you look, in this light *he bent down, planting a loving kiss on Sam's back arch*

Sam: *The kiss and the words sent shivers of pleasure through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before, his lower back instantly getting spotted with goosebumps, scattering up his back, thighs and arms, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from bursting out his excitement*

Adrian: *He slowly kissed his way down both Sam's butt cheeks, enjoying how soft Sam's skin was against his lips*

Sam: *A soft sighing moan escaped his lips, his legs spreading slightly, allowing Adrian access*

Adrian: *He took the hint right away, and very slow and elegantly crawled over Sam, laying down between his legs, gently caressing Sam's skin as he slowly leaned in, gently blowing some air on Sam's naked cheeks*

Sam: *Another sighing moan escaped him, a tiny shiver running up his spine* Fuckhhhh... *no one had ever treated him like this before, not even Ava. His body was full of anticipation, excitement and warm buzzy hormones, longing for Adrian to sink his teeth into Sam's naked skin. It was almost too much to handle, but he craved for more of what Adrian was serving. Much more.*

Adrian: *He rested the tip of his nose against Sam's warm skin, breathing in the scent of him, catching the hormones easily* Sammmhhhhhh *he sighed his name out in a husky tone, closing his eyes for a moment to try to gather himself. This was more than just sex. So he had to stay calm, stay collected and not allow his wolf to take over*

Sam: *He sighed soft from pleasure and arched his back a bit more*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaped him, as he lifted his head and noticed the arch had grown. He slowly leaned down, allowing his tongue to gently and very carefully slip over Sam's hole*

Sam: *He gasped soft and leaned forwards, resting his forehead against the pillow beneath him, trying his best to gather himself, and don't get overly excited too fast*

Adrian: *He leaned a bit closer, gently massaging Sam's hole with his tongue, gently stroking Sam's butt cheeks with his thumbs, as he very gently pulled them slightly apart, to have better access*

Sam: *A soft moan escaped him, trying his best to keep it together, but already feeling himself getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaped him, as he fully opened up, and allowed himself to completely enjoy the two of them together, digging his fingers more demanding into Sam's butt cheeks, biting the sensitive arches between them lightly*

Sam: *A deeper moan sounded from him with each bite, and his breath grew heavier, slower. His stomach filled with butterflies, and he realized he had never been that deeply in love before. At least the love he once had felt, seemed so distant by now, that what he was feeling for Adrian, in this very moment, seemed much more intense.*

Adrian: Mmhhh *he sucked Sam's skin lightly where he had just bit him, fully enjoying the taste of his skin, and all of the sudden, a strong tickly sensation went through his stomach, he paused, lifting his head a bit to look at Sam. He couldn't see much more than his profile the way he was laying now, with his forehead on the pillow, but it still made Adrian's body feel hotter, his heart beating slightly faster. He took a deep shaky breath, this wasn't in the plans, but it was here, he couldn't deny it. He was falling for Sam, quite deep, judging by the insistent butterflies in his belly. He sighed soft, suddenly feeling nervous, feeling as if he wanted to do better for Sam. Treat him even nicer. Then the strong urge to tell Sam how he felt, rushed over him. No, it wasn't... no, no no... what if it was more a heat of the moment thing? He HAD to be sure before he could say something like that. It would mean too much to Sam, and hurt him deep if it wasn't true. So he took a deep breath and bent down again, planting a soft kiss just above Sam's crack, pouring all he love he felt in the moment into the tender kiss*

Sam: Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhh *he arched his back, welcoming the kiss and the closeness he felt from it. As if a deeper connection than what they already had, was suddenly created between them*

Adrian: *He slowly started kissing his way up Sam's spine, with the same love and devotion, all the way up to the back of Sam's neck. As he now laid on top of Sam, he stroke his hair gently* You're very very special, to me.... I hope you know that *he said in a warm lowered voice*

Sam: *He couldn't help but chuckle soft and surprised by Adrian's sudden affection and words, lifting his head, turning it slightly so he could somewhat see Adrian out the corner of his eyes* And you are very romantic, when you want to be....

Adrian: *He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on Sam's jawline* You deserve much more than this

Sam: *A soft sigh of pleasure escaped him* So do you

Adrian: *He moaned deep and longing, the atmosphere around them was so warm, cozy and safe. The sound of the burning fire place, the prickly warm sensations it created against their skins, the smell and taste of Sam, the feeling of his gorgeous body against Adrian's. He let his hand slowly travel down Sam's side, then swiftly over Sam's butt, determined in it's destination, fingers fumbling for just a second, before they locked around Adrian's dick, slowly pushing it inside Sam, with a moan of relief*

Sam: *He closed his eyes, and bit his bottom lip, as he felt Adrian enter, a deep satisfied moan, as his own longing was finally met, pressing his butt tighter against Adrian.*

Adrian: *A soft moan slipped his lips as he slowly swayed his hips from side to side, feeling the tightness of Sam, around his dick. A wave of warmth and pleasure washing over him*

Sam: *He gasped slightly from the pressure he felt inside, but welcomed it with every part of him. It felt as if he had returned home after a long day, to find his loved one waiting for him.*

Adrian: *His whole body was buzzing with warm sensations and fuzzy feelings, his breathing turning heavier and more steamy* Sam *he whispered against Sam's sweaty skin*

Sam: Adrian *he sighed out soft and warm*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaping him* I love...*he frowned soft* the taste of you *he leaned closer, planting some soft kisses on Sam's skin, as he got overwhelmed by a feeling of love. It couldn't be. It had to not be! It was too much for his head to wrap around, but he also didn't want to push the feeling completely aside. There were something so soothing about it. Something that for a moment seemed to heal everything inside him that had ever hurt him.*

Sam: *He moaned soft by Adrian's words, and squirmed his body tighter against Adrian's, completely getting lost in the warm feeling of his lover against him* ❌Short sex scene END - Readers must be 18+❌           ❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex)❌    

*They laid like that for quite a while, Adrian slowly making love to Sam, as if the two of them were more than just friends. And in this moment it seemed as if the rest of the world was just a far away memory.*

Adrian: *After a while, he slowly crawled off Sam, laying down next to him on his side, planting soft kisses on Sam's shoulder, gently stroking his lower back.* Are you alright? *he mumbled soft*

Sam: *He chuckled soft, a bright warm smile, spreading on his whole face, making him radiate with love and happiness* If I'm alright? Adrian... I feel as if someone literally gave my soul a massage... I'm completely like melted butter *he chuckled soft, and reached towards Adrian, gently stroking his cheek with a thumb* Stop worrying about me, I have never been so pleased in my life.

Adrian: *He burst out a soft chuckle*

Sam: Man... you have no idea *he chuckled as well, raising himself a bit, so he could get close enough to plant a soft kiss on Adrian's lips*

Adrian: *He sighed soft from pleasure, and let his fingers run through Sam's long soft hair* I'm glad you feel that way...

Sam: Mmhh *he planted another soft kiss on Adrian's lips* but I think I want more... if it's not too much to ask of? *he chuckled lightly and pulled a bit away, to be able to gaze into Adrian's eyes* if you can?

Adrian: *He chuckled soft* I never said I was done... beside I'm still standing.... tell me what you need *he smiled soft*

Sam: You! *He wrapped his arms around Adrian's neck, and leaned over him, as he locked their lips in a heated kiss, quickly rolling on top of his Alpha*

Adrian: *He moaned surprised and wrapped his arms around Sam, hugging him tight, feeling safe the closer he was to Sam, as if Sam's safety meant Adrian would be safe as well*

Sam: *He moaned soft and satisfied, by the feeling of Adrian's arms wrapping around him, enjoying the now very strong intimacy between them.*

Adrian: *He sighed soft from pleasure, feeling their kiss warm him even further, gently nudging his nose against Sam's before parting their lips* You still didn't tell me what you need? *he asked in a low, loving voice* ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌         ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Sam: Mmhhhhh *he hummed with pleasure* How about I take care of it for a while, and you just rest? *he spoke in a sensual voice, and reached down, firmly grabbing Adrian's dick, before slowly rising himself, and pushing it inside with a soft moan*

Adrian: *He moaned deep and arched his back, letting his hands rest on Sam's thighs* As you wish...

Sam: *He moaned again as he slowly started moving his hips in deep, circles, arching his back lightly to feel Adrian even closer against his butt* Oh gawd *he planted his hands on Adrian's lower belly, trying to support himself as good as possible, finding a good balance easily* You're perfect

Adrian: ... hardly *he chuckled soft*

Sam: Well *he chuckled soft* your dick is then, at the very least.

Adrian: *He couldn't help but chuckle* You're pretty perfect yourself... all over.

Sam: *He smiled soft, and a light blush crept over his nose and cheeks, instantly gaining Adrian's attention*

Adrian: *He reached up, gently stroking Sam's chest* You're very beautiful, Sam....

Sam: *He chuckled a bit shy and grabbed Adrian's hand, bending slightly down to reach better, as he planted a soft kiss in the palm of it* So are you....

Adrian: *He wrinkled his nose lightly in a disagreement*

Sam: Oh stop it! *he chuckled soft and let go of Adrian's hand* you're absolutely gorgeous! I could stare at you for hours...

Adrian: *He sighed soft and smiled, and although he wanted to protest again, he kept it inside for the sake of the romance, not wanting to risk the change of subject. So he left his hand travel back down Sam's body, resting back on Sam's thigh, as before, giving it a little squeeze*

Sam: *He moaned soft, and changed his movements, to a back and forwards swaying, a light moan escaping him* Gawd it feels so good!

Adrian: *He nodded agreeing, taking a deep breath of the scent of their love scene, feeling whole and full of love*

Sam: You're so precious to me *he moaned soft and slowly started moving up and down*

Adrian: *He moaned deep and arched his back lightly, feeling overwhelming pleasure by the combination of Sam slowly riding him, and his warm loving voice* If you keep talking like that.... you're gonna make me cum

Sam: *He bit his bottom lip gently and moaned, upping his speed a bit* Prove it... *he smirked at Adrian and squeezed his dick inside him*

Adrian: *He moaned deep and let his hands travel to Sam's butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly* Dirty trick *he chuckled hoarse* that way I'm definitely going to *he paused as Sam squeezed him again, moaning deep* cummmm

Sam: *He moaned deep and squeezed Adrian a little tighter* Cum for me, please *he almost whispered*

Adrian: *He squeezed Sam's butt tighter, digging his fingers into his flesh* I'm not sure I can... handle more if I cum now *he panted soft*

Sam: Me neither *he smiled soft and stroke Adrian's lower belly skin* cum with me, please... I'm so close...

Adrian: *He nodded soft* Me too....

Sam: *He upped his speed a little more, and moaned deep* Oh yeah.... fuck....

Adrian: *He groaned soft and closed his eyes, as the orgasm rolled over him*

Sam: *His moans grew louder, and he quickly reached a hand backwards, grabbing one of Adrian's hands, then came with a loud roar*

Adrian: *He opened his eyes, and came at the sight of Sam cumming on Adrian's belly, a loud satisfied moan escaping him*

Sam: *He fell slowly towards Adrian, resting his head on his chest, panting for air*

Adrian: *He took a deep breath to calm his breathing and let go of Sam's butt, gently stroking his lower back* Damn...

Sam: *He nodded soft and agreeing then chuckled soft* It was so good, I'm now drooling on your chest!

Adrian: *He couldn't help but chuckle* Charming

Sam: *He chuckled soft* I know.... but man, I'm so relaxed now... I feel completely limp in all muscles *he chuckled again* That was..... nothing short of incredible!

Adrian: *He smiled warmly, although Sam couldn't see it* You're incredible....

Sam: *He chuckled soft* I'm too tired to argue with that!

Adrian: *He burst out in a happy laughter, wrapping his arms tight around Sam* Of course you are!

Sam: *He chuckled soft and snuggled his nose against Adrian's chest* I love the scent of you... specially after sex...

Adrian: *He lifted his head lightly, digging his nose into Sam's hair* I love your scent too.... it calms me.... you calm me.

Sam: *He sighed soft and satisfied, closing his eyes, listening to Adrian's heartbeat*

Adrian: *He planted a soft kiss on Sam's hair, then laid his head back, closing his eyes as well, with a soft relaxed sigh*

Sam: Thank you *he mumbled soft* for the perfect romantic night.

Adrian: *He smiled soft* Thank you too, Sam *his voice was warm and loving* it was wonderful... I'm sooooo relaxed now

Sam: *He nodded soft* Me too...

*It didn't take long before the two of them dozed off, happy together, and so full of love*

[deviliciousdev]

MBTI✨Spilling Drunk Secrets 😵🍸

entj (the commander)

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intp (the logician)

couple

intj (the architect)

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enfp (the campaigner)

couple

best friend gang

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[night time, at enfp's photography studio, eating pizza 🌃🍕)

entj: hey enfp, do you have anything to wash this down with?

enfp: oh yeah there's a case of water under the bench over there.

entj: mmmhhm... waters good... but i meant more like tequila.

enfp: ahaha! well duh there's a bottle of don julio in the cabinet next to my desk! 😝

entj: [jumps up and nonchalantly skips to the liquor cabinet]

intp: mehhh, is there anything other than tequila, i had a horrible experience with tequila featuring jack n the box, skittles, and senior prom.

intj: omg i don't even wanna know, but i too am not a huge fan of tequila.

enfp: ehh 😬 i'm not sure what else i have, i haven't restocked since i got back from that shoot in Miami. entj? see anything for these nerds?

entj: [rumaging through cabinet with tequila bottle between there knees] the only thing in here other thannn... ooo margarita mix! yessss, bitch. oh um the only other alcohol is... ew, peach schnapps... 🤭

intj: [to enfp] why do you have peach schnapps??

enfp: it was when my mother was visiting, if she's drinking she's not talking.

intj: ah.

intp: well c'est la vie, entj bust open the schnapps!

entj: [returns and pours drinks for everyone. hands intp and intj the schnapps] ugh god it smells like potpourri.

intp & intj: [drink the schnapps]

intj: oh, 😵, [in a hoarse voice] it tastes like the entire candle isle in target.

intp: that's 🥴, sooo baddd ughhhh.... oh 😳... it just got good, warm tummy... 😌

entj & enfp: [laughing at the two nerds]

[after an hour or so of tequila and schnapps drinking] 🍸🍑

intj: i hate the word quirk. or more when people describe themselves as being quote un-quote "quirky".

intp: i think everyone has their own quirks. and the quirky-ness level depends on the eye of the beholder [points with hand holding glass to eye with other eye closed]👁👈

enfp:thanks for the insights Aristotle, pfftt. 😄

entj: not me. i don't do "quirks". [takes a drink of tequila with a tipped chin]

[other three share a look 👀]

entj: what?

intp: are we gonna go there...

entj: where...

intp: out of your castle in the sky... and back down to reality...

entj: pffftttt aha! what?! i don't have any "quirks" just superior character traits.😌

intp: i guess we're going there... ok if you don't have quirks what do you call your superiority complex?? 😄

entj: oh- c'mon, i was kidding, i don't have a superiority complex!

everyone: HA!

intp: entj, on multiple occasions i've heard you say "i command you to accept me as your ruler!", the last time you were yelling it at your pillow while you punched it!😆

entj: it wouldn't accommodate for head shape. it was too fluffy and needed to be beaten into submission... plus YOU are one to talk about being weird with a pillow! the last time i was at your apartment i asked you where your pillow was and you said you had LOST it and when i asked what you were sleeping on you said a hoodie?!?!?! you live in chaos.

enfp: [dying laughing]🤣

intp: oh you think that's funny... may be intj should know about the rainbow shot incident.

enfp: ahaha i've told them everything and YOU SHUSH!

intp:[turns toward group] when enfp came to visit entp and i when we lived in Berlin, we went to this trendy neo-rocker bar with neon and all that. and the bartender got all of us to do rainbow shots. we had already been to like 2 other bars before that. and enfp took ALL of the shots and when they got to the blue shots they laughed and then THREW UP ALL OVER THE BAR. then, then they proceeded to ASK THE BARTENDER OUT!

intj & entj: [dying laughing] 😂🤣

enfp: [eyes wide with rage] 😠😳 INTP SLEPT WITH TWO SIMILAR LOOKING PEOPLE IN BERLIN, couldn't tell them apart AND FORGOT BOTH OF THEIR NAMES!

intp: 😳

intj: HA! 🤣

intp: [looks over to intj] 🤨 oh haha, yeah? [turns to group] every year at christmas intj, secretly watches Elf AND CRIES!

intj: dude!

intp: gloves are off! and i refuse to let this be an intp roast... [quietly] again.

entj: 🤣 you cry at Elf, what a lil bitch.

intj: [nodding sarcastically at entj] [turns to intp] when you moved to Berlin for that year away, entj cried and ate nothing but tubs of rocky road icecream and mango sherbet for a WEEK. they didn't even GO TO WORK!

enfp: 🤭😯

intp: oh god...

entj: 😱[at intj] 😡 you are so dead. LAST YEAR INTJ BOUGHT A DVD SET OF SELF HELP VIDEOS! AND WATCHED THEM!

intj: 🤯

intp & enfp: [dying laughing, enfp holding onto intp's shoulder]🤣😭

intj: [looks over at enfp] once, enfp tied their shoelaces together and fell down a flight of stairs!

enfp: 😱 WHEN I FELL, INTJ JUST POINTED AND LAUGHED!

intj: the first time we went out for drinks after entj's melt down over intp, entj had too many drinks and came onto me!

intp: ohohohoho [dies of laughter]

entj: intp's a bottom!

intp: hey!

entj: 😳 [puts their hands on cheeks realizing their mistake] i'm sorry, i couldn't think of anymore for intj.

enfp: iiiiii knew it!

intp: well, i think you have all proven my point... at the end of the day... we're all freaks... [sips drink]

entj: [scoffs with a chuckle] [to intj] i can't believe you cry at Elf. 😆

intj: whatever dude, you had mental breakdown over a bottom.

entj: 😑[camera looks]

[lovehelpmewrite]

Priorities

Title: Priorities

Pairing: Brian x reader

Summary: You and Brian did have plans but it seems like he has different priorities than you... at least at first.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, hickies... more fluff?

[A/N]: So this is an answer to this ask from the lovely @not-john-watsons-blog​ and it was really fun to write even though it took a few tries for me to really feel out how i should have everything set up :) i know im not super consistent with requests but i forced myself to sit down and work through this one because i know its been a Minute since i put out content for y’all. ANYWAY i hope you all like it and please feel free to leave feedback!!

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“Ughhhhhh,” I whined, plopping down on Brian’s bed, making him gently bounce from where he sat at the head of it. He had a stack of notes sitting between us and his textbooks littering the floor.

“Come on, you know I have to study,” he reasoned, lightly poking me with the eraser of his pencil. 

“But you’re so… ughhhh,” I groaned again and flopped my arm over my face feigning pain. “You’re really cute and it's ruining my life because I’m thinking about kissing you all the time!” I said exasperatedly. When I dropped my arm back on the bed and turned my head to him dramatically all he did was shake his head and grin, looking back at his book and trying to focus once more.

I groaned again in half frustration, half jest.

"I wait all day-" I started, pushing up on my elbows.

"Oh not this again," Brian muttered back though he was still smiling.

"No! I wait all day! Sit through all my classes, takes notes like a good student, make sure you guys aren't rehearsing or having a gig, drive all the way over here and you- you're studying!" I said in an exasperated tone, though I was struggling to hide my own smile.

Brian shook his head again. "I'm sorry! I know I said I would be free after class today but I didn't know I'd be getting another paper due in three days!" He chuckled. He seemed somewhere between genuinely stressed and trying to keep the joke up.

Feeling guilty now, I pushed myself up to stand again and walked to stand next to him. I slowly slid my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder and watching him write for a second. I pressed a small kiss to his shoulder after a moment.

"I'm sorry too bub I didn't mean to make you feel guilty," I apologized softly, pressing my face further into his neck.

He sighed and nuzzled his face against mine. “No it's alright, I get it, I was excited to spend time with you too,” he said quietly, a sad smile coming over his face. He dropped his pen after a moment, bringing his hand up to my head and lightly petting my hair as I kissed his collarbone softly. He laughed for a second as I started lightly sucking a hickey onto his neck. “Is it my under eye circles or my unwashed hair that turns you on?” he laughed.

“Hmmm,” I pretended to be in thought, kissing his neck one more time before moving up to whisper in his ear. “Both. You know how much that tired scientist look gets me going,” I started out able to keep my voice sultry but by the end, I was laughing too. I yelped and laughed even more when he suddenly pulled my arm and had me fall into his lap, holding me there with one hand and trying to tickle me with the other while I squirmed.

“BRIAN NO!” I laughed loudly, screeching and wiggling while his fingers poked at my sides and neck and ribs. 

He slowed down after a moment and was just looking at me as we both caught our breath, getting that look in his eye that made my heart lurch and my hands shake.

“What?” I asked quietly, watching the warmth grow in his eyes, the gentle smile grow on his lips.

He shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered back, just above a whisper before he leaned down and slowly kissed my lips. “Come over here. Want you to lay here while I finish this up and then we can spend the next two whole days together. No homework this time,” he proposed, patting the side of the bed toward the wall.

I smiled and carefully crawled over his blankets and then trying not to disturb his papers, I laid down and moved so my head was resting gently on his thigh. I looked up at him for a second and mirrored his smile. “Alright, back to work. The sooner you get it done the sooner we can actually cuddle and make out,” I grinned cheekily.

“What motivation you’ve given me,” Brian chuckled, picking up his pencil with his right hand and placing his left hand on the side of my head, fingers lightly stroking my hair. 

I fell asleep like that at some point, smooth fingers pushing back my hair from my face and the quiet scratch of pen on paper and the smell of pure Brian surrounding me. 

When I woke up the room was darker and Brian had moved to spoon me from behind, also asleep. He’d brought his blankets up to cover us and all his books were put neatly back into their place across the floor on his desk. The sun seemed to just be setting outside but that wasn’t much of an indicator as to the time because it was getting colder out and the sun was setting earlier and earlier. It didn’t bother me so much though. Worst case, I’d fallen asleep around one in the afternoon and it was nearing four.

I shifted slightly to stretch my spine and felt guilt fill my chest as Brian hummed from behind me, waking up from what was clearly a needed nap. 

“Good morning love,” He greeted, voice hoarse with sleep. He looked at the clock and made a noise. “Or good afternoon.”

I smiled and turned slightly, kissing his chin as he stretched and turned his head up. “You should go back to bed, you need sleep after being so busy all week,” I advised.

He hummed. “But then my beautiful girlfriend might complain about not seeing me for another week. Can’t have that,” he grinned at me sleepily.

“The good news is that there’s this revolutionary concept where two people can sleep at the same time, in the same place… together,” I smiled, enjoying the light banter.

“Oh is there now? I must meet the scientist who discovered this,” he quipped back with a cheeky smile.

I shook my head at him, guiding his chin down and kissing him again. “I’ll make sure to bring them along next time. Your bed fits three right?”

He pretended to be in thought for a moment. “Mmm, better not then,” he said, pulling me closer to him and pressing me back into his warmth. “Just want to spend a day with my love, is that too much to ask?”

I laughed and lightly jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow making him laugh in response.