#4am is way too late to just get home :

[scottstiles]

aside from the immobility getting an mri is basically like leaning against the speakers at a rave in 2002

[onlyhyunjin]

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

(♡) - my personal favorites (🔞) - CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT

NEW BEGINNINGS - @ikeuverse (flirting with your brother's brother-in-law wasn't in your plans after returning from studying abroad. it wasn't something you were going to stop either since heeseung was the epitome of beauty. but when there's another woman's name in the story. what happens? you don't want to be caught between a betrayal… or so you thought.) (♡)

MARRY ME - @ikeuverse (ever since you met lee heeseung, he told you that the two of you were going to get married. all the time, at every opportunity, he reinforced it until one day, drunk, you accepted. was he dreaming or did it really happen? it wouldn't be so bad to fall for his jokes for once.)

TIDES OF REGRET - @pprodsuga (in the year since heeseung first rejected your love confession, you've tried everything to get over him. a trip to europe makes you realize you miss your former best friend more than anything, and it makes heeseung realize he's got it all wrong.) (♡)(🔞)

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER - @i2sunric (your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.) (♡)

JUNE BLOSSOMS - @soobnny (synopsis. as the month of may ends, you wonder what june holds for you and heeseung (especially with no more need to fake date.)

LATE SUMMER LOVIN' - @4am-enha (you desperately want to spend your last summer here in town with your friends, only to find out almost all of them are away on vacation. that is, all of them but heeseung. the one friend you’d never really been that close with.)

BITE ME - @drunkhazed (“I’m kind of confused still.” You admit, anxiously shuffling to sit without making eye-contact. Heeseung chuckles plopping down by your side, arm slinging back over your shoulder to keep you pressed against him.)(🔞)

COFFEE & CREAM - @ham-st4r (one chilly night after a long work shift, you’re unfortunately forced to walk home. Cause you left your bag at work, half way through your journey you stumble across a homeless man who you naturally offer money to, and he though he refuses. You give it to him anyway, and down the road, you’ll find that those two dollars changed not only his life but yours as well.) (🔞)

IT'S CUPID, STUPID - @mygnolia (To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?)

FUCK BUDDIES - @dimepdf (y/n and heeseung and fwb after heeseung win in his football match y/n gives him the best reward)

TEETH - @gyuuberryy (you were not thrilled about the move in of your new neighbour. mostly because he was so strange and seemed to be hiding something dark. and partly because you couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer to him because of your unwanted attraction. you were determined to expose his dark secret and get rid of him once and for all. but, it was proving to be a difficult task because he was just so irresistible..and needy.)

PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM - @simpjaes (You’re not sure what’s worse, your sister’s boyfriend or your sister’s boyfriend’s friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where you’re unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.) (🔞)

RUDE - @4wkjun (heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/n’s father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesn’t matter, heeseung’s gonna marry y/n anyway.)

I OFFER YOU MY EVERYTHING - @heegyukeluv (You never cared about sex, until you did. You grew too afraid of it, scared of disappointing the other person or showing your inexperience. But then you met Heeseung, the hot basketball captain that stole your heart and became your biggest fantasy. ) (🔞)

VERBOTEN - @heesbaby (a bad stroke of luck saw lee heeseung, your dads coworker, moving into your small apartment until he found his feet again. emotionally unavailable and a workaholic, you were going to try your absolute hardest to make him loosen up. even if it meant breaking a few of the house rules he'd set out.) (🔞) (♡)

10 DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE - @luvyeni (you and heeseung used to be bestfriends as children — he even told you he'd marry you one day. but then you went to highschool and things changed , he dyed his hair and started hanging out with a new group group of friends. through all that his love never changed for you — has yours changed for him?)

RENT A BOYFRIEND - @jayujus (in which jeon y/n is desperate to find a boyfriend ASAP because she needs a date for her family's mixer. her best friend, ningning, introduces her to a website perfect for this situation!)

CHERRY CHAPSTICK - @angelwonie (ever since you met lee heeseung, he told you that the two of you were going to get married. all the time, at every opportunity, he reinforced it until one day, drunk, you accepted. was he dreaming or did it really happen? it wouldn't be so bad to fall for his jokes for once.)

[myunghology]

THE LITTLE THINGS.

summary the little things they do for you, just because they love you. part 1/2 !!

pairings riddle, leona, azul, x gender neutral reader (established relationship)

tw none.. i think IDK

a/n — YAYYY I HIT 1.7K give me more clout pls ily all

✧ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Teaches you even though it's incredibly late at night. His eyes are already telling you that he's tired— and you try your best to tell him to go to bed.

But noooo, he cares too much about you to let you fail your worst subject. He casually waves his hand to dismiss your ideas for him to get sleep, putting you first before anything else. Well, at least he's learning more as well from teaching you.

Your head would be laying on his lap as he explains literal calculus at 4am in the morning, since you woke up in the middle of the night, making HIM wake up as well, why not torment you as well by making you learn with the time?

You give him such attitude early in the morning, saying "I'm sorry calculus sucks so bad, I'm sorry it's boring?" and yet he's completely whipped for you to the point that he's willing to sacrifice his sleeping schedule for you to learn. It's for your own good!

Riddle's possessive.. But in a good way! He just cares too much, not possessive to the point he's controlling, but possessive in a way that he's just overprotective of you.

He's the "Don't let anybody do this to you, unless that somebody's me." type of boyfriend. Can you tell he gets jealous easily? Gets extra snarky whenever someone asks about you, especially when they don't know you two are dating.

The type to pull you closer wherever just from being possessive, and makes an excuse that's basically just "Because you might get lost". Riddle.. The hallway is currently empty?

He will forever be your first and last love. The little things he does for you, it's everything. To you, and to everyone else who sees. The way he ties your shoelaces— which you didn't even notice that was untied.

When you make a mistake and a small "I'm sorry." comes out of your lips while your eyes get blurry, shaking his head as he shushes you and reassures you, everytime without fail.

The way he looks up at your pretty face right after, as smitten as ever and in complete awe, it's not that obvious, but you can see it in his eyes.

The way he's incredibly patient with you, the way you push your luck just to annoy him— luckily not getting beheaded by your own boyfriend. He has always fully believed time has brought you to him, hell, even fate itself maybe.

✧ — LEONA KiNGSCHOLAR

Leona always finds himself ending up with you, one way or another. At the end of the day, he's home. To you. And that's what matters the most to him.

The way he's burying his face in your chest, making a giggle escape out of your lips, a giggle he especially loves, but of course, would never really admit it directly.

This time, it's your turn to tease him for acting like this. But who could blame him? You're so comfortable.. And you're so.. Everything, really.

The soft sighs of relief he lets out when he feels your fingers thread through his long hair, indirectly asking you to not stop, and just keep going.

He compliments you without even realizing. Like it's a natural response to everything you do. From your little "Isn't this bow really cute, Leona?" with a soft smile as he goes, "Yeah. It'd be cuter if you'd wear it, though."

And you're left red and blushing, it honestly depends if he's going to tease you for it or not. But we all know, your blush is never going to get unnoticed by the prince himself.

Gets defensive whenever you bring this topic up. He will NEVER miss a day of complimenting you— even if it's something random. It's either that, or something completely heartwarming.

It ranges from, "You're really short, you know? Could barely even reach the top of the door even if you stand on your tippy-toes. But it's alright. I like it like that." with a smug grin.

To, "What's wrong with you? You're gorgeous. You're gonna be keepin' up with me in terms of persuasion, with those adorable little eyes of yours, are you?" sir this is a wendys

Can NEVER say no to you when you give him that special look. When you look up at him he absolutely melts— and it's painfully obvious it hurts physically (And by that, I mean butterflies.)

"If my significant other thinks they can just bat their cute lil eyes at me and get whatever they want, they're absolutely right." Type of mindset. He'd never admit it or say it out loud, either. We all saw that coming though, let's be honest..

Grits his teeth whenever you look at him with doe eyes, and it makes him weak because he especially loves your eyes, and how much they can say about you and how you're feeling.

✧ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Provides you with anything you need, without you needing to ask, almost everytime he notices. For other people, they'd need payment. But for you..? Ah, just forget about the goddamn contract at this point.

Actually, there IS a payment you have to do. Can you guess? It's definitely something cheesy or corny. Kills myself

Everytime you give him kisses all over his face, he's definitely all read. Who could blame him? We know he's not used to affection like this. And the fact that it's coming from you.. I don't know if that makes it worse or better at this point.

But of course, this will always come with a payment. More of a punishment— maybe. Having to wipe all your faint lipstick marks off his face when he has to be in the mostro lounge, making him just a few minutes late.

He picks up your habits. From talking or texting, no matter how different it is, he'll pick it up. From how much time you two spend together, I can't really say anyone's surprised..?

So, don't be surprised when he randomly responds to you with your usual attitude, or even just talking or texting a little bit like you as well.

The best part is, he doesn't even notice himself. When someone brings it up, he raises an eyebrow and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about at all.

Gets all flustered when someone mentions you. It wouldn't even be about your relationship and he'd still be a blushing mess. Why? Um.. I dunno..

They probably wouldn't even realize you two are dating until they see Azul's wallpaper is you two, and when he opens his phone, most of the widgets there are your little selfies you send to him for fun.

Whether it'll be a literal thirst trap ("He's getting all red, please stop?" - Jade). Or a 0.5 picture of you sent by a mutual friend, or even Floyd who practically towers over you.

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[moonstruckme]

Hi babe! This is my first time requesting so sorry if I do it wrong! could you maybe to James potter x reader who works a night shift and regularly comes home at like 4am. It’s a little random lol but I’ve been on night shift for nearly a year now and I’m actually going crazy.

Love your writing and just so you know your like the sweeetest nicest person on this app <3

Hi lovely, you nailed it! Sorry this is kind of an itty bitty short one, but thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy it <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 322 words

Your keys rattle as you open the door, and you see that your boyfriend has left you his usual trail of lights to illuminate your way to the bedroom. The thoughtfulness of the gesture brings to life a fond warmth behind your sternum. 

You walk as quietly as you can, flicking switches off as you go, though you’re never in much danger of waking James. When you get to your room you see him spread out on the bed, lying on his stomach with his face turned away from the light coming from of the bathroom. The covers lie just below his shoulders, and you can see them rising and falling with deep breaths. 

You wash your face and brush your teeth. The funny feeling of knowing that you’re getting ready for bed when James will be up in a couple of hours to get ready for the day hasn’t worn off since your first night working this late, and you’re beginning to doubt it will. Still, there are some silver linings to this new routine. You don’t mind that after a long shift, you get to slip into your bed next to your boyfriend’s hushed breaths, feel him turn over as his body realizes you’re there. 

“Hey,” James slurs, reaching for you. 

Your lids feel instantly heavier, but you move closer until his arm is wrapped around your back and your palm is under his head. His curls are cool and slightly damp like he showered before bed. You breathe in, and he smells like it too. 

“Hi,” you say on the exhale. 

James makes a low, happy sound which coaxes a smile onto your face, pulling you snugly against him. You mimic the noise teasingly, but he doesn’t react, head bent towards you and breaths shushing into the space between your bodies. He’s deep asleep again. 

You follow him easily, descending into darkness surrounded by nice smells and quiet breaths.

[nightscarab]

haikyu!! headcanons - seijoh main four

slight suggestive themes in matsukawa's

iwaizumi hajime

100% without a doubt, works out to relieve stress. it's an escape from his problems (oikawa) and helps him take out his anger in a healthy way.

his favorite color is definitely red. i don't know why he just seems like a red guy.

literally gets SO pouty when he's surprised with something. it could be a gift or a party and he'll get so pouty. he's so emotional i love him

he loves LOVES when you grab his bicep. it makes him feel so strong and manly and proud it's so cute his face lights up.

contrary to popular opinion, he LOVES physical touch, but only with specific people. he just loves feeling loved.

whatever you cook for him, he'll DEVOUR it. he'll literally eat it up he loves food especially if you're the one who made it.

oikawa tooru

he has major separation anxiety. when he's in argentina you know damn well he's spamming the group chat with messages and calls.

his friends mean everything to him. he'd abandon volleyball for them anyday. he'd never admit it though...

a horrible, terrible liar. cannot lie to save his life, he'll start laughing or smiling. his voice cracks if he tries to drag it on too long.

when he falls in love, he's in LOVE. the gc is spammed with messages about how much he loves his gf and pictures of her followed by long ass paragraphs.

if he ever catches you in his jersey, oh honey... you're never gonna hear the end of it. he'll do a whole photoshoot of you in it, it doesn't matter if you just woke up. he thinks you look stunning and now it's his lockscreen wallpaper.

the SASSIEST man alive. he'll give you so much attitude if he's pissed off. you gotta sit his ass down and tell him to cut it out cause it gets BAD.

matsukawa issei

i don't see him as a smoker honestly. however...he is a big drinker. beer, whiskey, rum and coke, you name it, he'll have it.

super handsy. can't keep him hands off you, he needs to be touching you at all times. whether it be a hand on your hip, waist, thigh, head, or an arm around your shoulder, he's always touching you.

working in a funeral home, he sees a lot of grieving families yk.. he has nightmares that one day he'll be the one grieving you. please hold him tight at night!!

king of midnight snack runs! it's 4am and you're hungry? no problem! let's do a cvs run. oh you want taco bell? it closes soon better hurry!

has the LONGEST eyelashes you've ever seen. it's not even funny how are they so long. he looks great with mascara, he'll even beg you to put it on him so he can show off to oikawa. (he does, in fact, get jealous)

jams out with hanamaki to 2000's white girl songs. i'm talking christina aguilera, britney spears, natasha bedingfield, etc. it's their favorite way to mess with hajime. (he secretly loves it though)

hanamaki takahiro

matsukawa might not be a smoker, but hanamaki totally is. he doesn't smoke often, but when he does he comes back higher than a kite. he only smokes to relieve stress.

our dear boy is unemployed, but he still tries to spoil you as much as he can. you want that swimsuit? you'd look so hot babe of course he's buying it for you.

not a very touchy person, but he tries to make it up to you by spending time with you. he'll stand by you in the kitchen while you're whipping up some coffee for yourself. he sees you on the couch? now you guys are watching a movie together. he just loves being with you.

late night drives with takahiro are to die for. you've never had this much fun in your life. the city lights and the music blasting from the radio lifts you to a high you've never felt before.

uses hot cocoa flavored chapstick. he stocks up during the winter since it's a seasonal flavor (which he thinks is super annoying) but you complimented him on it once and now it's the only one he uses.

on twitter nearly 24/7. he posts his every thought and somehow they go viral. he prides himself on that and comes to you every time his tweet blows up. "look babe! my tweet hit 100k retweets."

[innerconflict]

one-shot ; little cuddles w/ miguel 🫶

wc: 563

warnings: none, maybe talk about overworking?

a/n: wrote at 1am and had to reread this morning because i don't trust myself between 1am-4am

 

You're curled up on the sofa in your apartment, scrolling through your phone with a sheet mask on and a blanket pulled up to your chest. The windows are open, letting the warm air from Nueva York drift in and wash over you.

Miguel left earlier than usual today. He left a little note, saying he probably wouldn't be back until late. You've been doing nothing all day, scrolling through Instagram and random blog sites. There's been a lull in supervillain activity recently, but you don't mind a bit. Except for the fact that it gives Miguel more time to work on his tech, ergo, spend less time with you. Sometimes he won't even sleep—he'll come home, cuddle you until you fall asleep, and then work himself away in his mini-lab all night.

 

You're scrolling through one of these blog sites now, looking at what your [star sign] Lilith means when you hear the lock in the door twist and the apartment door open.

You smile to yourself, sit up a little, and flick your hair out of your face. You hear him kick his trainers off, then he appears at the door and stands there for a second, looking at you.

"Hey, sweetheart," you say, smiling. He walks over.

 

Miguel collapses onto you, his face smushing into your chest, and his arms wrap around your back. He's warm, still wearing the clothes he was wearing when you went to bed the night before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your hands through his messy curls.

"Sweetheart," you say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Mi cariño," he murmurs, rubbing his nose into your top and breathing in deeply. "I missed you."

"Bad day?"

"No," he says, lifting his head up and resting it on your shoulder. "Tiring one."

You're suddenly aware of the late hour and the orange light shining through the semi-open blinds at the window. "We can go to bed."

"Hmm..."

He doesn't move; he just holds you tighter. You can feel the tension in his muscles and the way his body seems to be seeking comfort in you.

"You work too hard, Miguel," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "You need to take a break sometimes."

He sighs softly. "I know. It's just... there's always something."

"Yeah, I know," you say, because you do know. Even you have moments where all you do is work. "Just us now, though."

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his face softening. "Just us," he repeats, looking into your eyes.

 

You both untangle from each other gently. He takes the sheet mask off your face and kisses your forehead.

The two of you head to the bedroom, switching the lights off and collapsing into the bed. You get under the covers, and he joins you, pulling you close to his chest and burrowing his face into your neck. You close your eyes, cosy, and you can feel yourself drifting off.

"Thank you," he whispers, sounding tired. You'd thought he'd fallen asleep.

"Hm, for what?" you murmur, your fingers tracing patterns on his arms. 

"For being my safe place," he replies, kissing your shoulder. "Love that you're always there for me."

You smile, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love that you're always there for me too."

He relaxes into you, and you lean back against him, totally safe. You can feel his heartbeat on your back, can feel his fingers pressing into your stomach, and you only have good dreams that night.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆

[bangtaninborderland]

JJK- Late Night Calls.

you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.

Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.

Warning: NONE!

A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)

The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID

Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️

It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.

“Hello?”

He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”

“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.

You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”

“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”

You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”

“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”

You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”

“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.

“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”

“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”

“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”

“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”

The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”

“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.

“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.

You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.

“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.

“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.

“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.

“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”

“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.

“Always jagiya.”

[goldengalore]

Neglected

A househusband!Harry fic.

Summary: Harry has been feeling neglected and unappreciated by Y/N, and she doesn’t realize it.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: angst, smut (sub!harry, soft dom!reader)

A/N:��I woke up at 4am one morning with the urge to write this. Also listened to Tolerate It by Taylor Swift for more inspo!

***

In all the years that Harry has been married to Y/N, he has never felt neglected by her. Sure, there have been instances where her schedule became too hectic for them to spend much time together, but even then, her love and appreciation for him could be felt through her actions.

Lately though, that hasn’t been the case.

Work has been stressing her out, he can discern that much. And while she has never been one to let work stress affect her personal relationships, this past week has brought out a different side to her. A side that makes him feel small and invisible.

When she comes home, it’s like she wants nothing to do with him. She heads straight upstairs, telling him she’ll be down for dinner later. During dinner, she’ll ask their daughter, Savannah, about her day but won’t ask him. After dinner, she’ll go back upstairs without acknowledging whether the food was good or not, even when he cooks her favourite dishes. He’ll wash up in the kitchen and go up to their bedroom to find her already asleep on her side of the bed—or pretending to be asleep, it seems at times. If he tries to cuddle up to her, she’ll shrug him off and shift further towards the edge of the bed with her back to him.

He’s beginning to wonder if he unwittingly did something to upset her. Or maybe it’s all in his head. Maybe he should just suck it up. Surely, this won’t last forever and she’ll be back to her normal self soon enough…

It’s Friday now. He hopes that with the weekend on the horizon, Y/N will be in a much better mood when she gets home.

“Hi, lovie,” he greets her when she walks in through the door. “How was your day?”

She releases a heavy sigh as she slips off her heels. “Shitty, but at least it’s over, right?”

“Sorry to hear that.” He attempts to give her a hug, but it doesn’t last longer than a second before she pulls away with a tight smile.

She heads to the kitchen, dropping her bag and keys by the stairs along the way. He follows her like a lost puppy. Grabbing herself a glass of water, she collapses onto one of the dining chairs and chugs it down.

At least she didn’t go straight upstairs today, he thinks to himself, grasping for a silver lining.

She rolls her neck from side to side and rubs the back of her shoulder, wincing a bit. Harry moves to stand behind her. Shifting her hair over to one side, he starts massaging her neck and shoulders. He holds his breath, expecting her to brush him off, but instead, she reclines in her seat while he carefully presses his thumbs into the nape of her neck.

“Work has been such a pain lately,” she admits.

“I know. Could tell you’ve been stressed out.”

“It’s this new boss. She’s impossible to work with. She puts unreasonable deadlines on everything, expecting us to finish these huge, complicated tasks within days. Then, when people like me try to speak up about it, she’ll publicly shame us in front of the whole office and pile on even more work so that— Ow! Okay, H, you’re pressing too hard.” She reaches behind her to push his hands away.

“Oops. Sorry, love.” Fuck. She was finally opening up to him about why she’s been acting so cold, finally giving him more than just one-word responses or vague explanations, and he ruined it.

“It’s fine. I’m going to go take a shower.” She stands up.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing her hand.

She turns to him with a look of mild annoyance.

“Um, wh—why don’t I run you a hot bath?”

“Sure. Not too hot though, okay? I’d like to not burn my skin off.”

He chuckles at the comment, pretending that it didn’t sting a little. “Yeah, of course.”

He runs the bath and checks the temperature of the water multiple times while Y/N undresses in their bedroom. He’s about to check for a fourth time when she enters the bathroom in her white robe, which she hangs up on the wall hook. She settles into the tub and closes her eyes. Meanwhile, Harry watches from the doorway, wishing he could get in there with her and be close to her.

“Do you want me to stay?” he offers tentatively. “We can talk more about the stuff you’ve been dealing with at work.”

“Ugh, no, I don’t even want to think about work.”

“Oh. Well, we can chat about something else to get your mind off—”

“I’m not really in the mood to talk.” She opens her eyes briefly to look at him. “I’ll be down for dinner later, okay?”

Translation: Don’t bother me until dinner.

With a hollowness in his chest, he shuts the bathroom door and returns downstairs to the kitchen.

***

“Daaaaad?” Savannah calls to her father from the dining table, where she has decided to do her homework tonight.

“Yeeeees?”

“Can you help me with my homework?”

“Be right there.” He turns down the heat on the stove before walking over to his daughter, leaning over her to take a look at what she’s working on. Math. His worst enemy.

“I don’t understand this question,” she says, pointing to a lengthy word problem on the page with several multiple choice options.

He reads and rereads it a few times before attempting to solve it in his head. It seems easy enough… Until he realizes that the answer he came up with isn’t even one of the options. He asks Savannah how her teacher taught her to approach questions like this, and her explanation only confuses him even more. Math was tough when he was in school, but the way they teach it nowadays boggles his mind.

“I’ll go see if your mum can help.”

He heads upstairs to check if Y/N is done with her bath and finds her sitting at the foot of their bed in her robe, brushing her hair. The sun is setting outside. Its warm, amber glow spills through the curtains and falls across one side of Y/N’s face, casting a shadow on the other. She looks ethereal in this light, like a goddess, and he feels unworthy of her presence.

“Babe? Savannah needs help with her maths homework,” he tells her.

“Can’t you handle it?”

“I mean, I’m trying, but we both know how useless I am at maths,” he answers with a smirk, but she doesn’t even crack a smile.

“Harry, it’s grade school math, not rocket science.”

His face drops. “Well, yeah, but I— Never mind. I’ll figure it out.” He turns to leave but pauses in the doorway, turning back around to face her. “Y/N, are you… Are you upset with me? Have I done something wrong?”

He instantly regrets asking. Y/N closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“No, H, I just need some time alone,” she states slowly. “Like, is that too much to ask? I can’t even have a second alone without you getting clingy and thinking I’m mad at you? It’s exhausting.”

His heart cracks for what feels like the millionth time that night. Clingy. His wife thinks he’s clingy. It’s not the first time he has been called that word. But it is the first time he has been called that word by her. And God, does it hurt like a dagger slicing through his chest.

“Sorry,” he mumbles before leaving.

He tries his best to help Savannah with the question, ultimately resorting to Google where he finds the solution posted on some forum a few years ago.

“Daddy, are you okay?” asks Savannah once her homework has been sorted.

He raises a brow at the odd, adult-like concern in his daughter’s voice. “Yes. Why?”

“You look sad.”

He forces a smile. “I’m not sad. There’s nothing wrong with being sad, of course. But I’m fine.”

She squints her big eyes at him suspiciously, drawing a genuine laugh out of him.

Kissing the top of her head, he says, “I’m going to finish making dinner, but let me know if you need anything else.”

“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”

That little token of appreciation means so much to him, he gives her another kiss on the head.

“You’re very welcome.”

***

Harry feels numb at dinner. His appetite is nonexistent. The food that he himself cooked with love and care tastes bland and flavourless to him. He has long zoned out on the conversation between Y/N and Savannah, which is completely unlike him, as someone who prides himself on being a good listener.

“H, you okay? You’ve barely touched your food,” comments Y/N. It shocks him that she even noticed.

“Daddy’s sad,” Savannah blurts out.

Y/N frowns, studying him from across the table. “Sad about what?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He stares down at his plate and changes the subject. “Does anyone else feel like the pasta sauce is missing something? I followed the recipe to a tee and still messed it up somehow.” He shakes his head, frustrated with his inability to get anything right today.

“No, it’s perfect,” says Y/N. “As always.”

She’s praising him. So why does he feel like crying?

“Where are you going?” she asks as he pushes his chair back and rises to his feet.

“I have a headache. Going to lie down for a bit. Just leave the dishes in the sink. I’ll take care of it later.” He places his unfinished plate on the kitchen counter and leaves.

Tears are flooding his eyes before he has even reached the top of the stairs. By the time he gets to the bedroom, they’re spilling onto his cheeks. He doesn’t bother wiping them away. Instead, he just climbs under the covers on his side of the bed and lets his pillow soak them up.

It’s hard to tell how much time has passed before he hears Savannah’s voice down the hall, telling her mother goodnight, and then moments later, the light creak of the bedroom door opening, followed by Y/N’s footsteps approaching the bed. The mattress dips behind him.

“H?” she says softly.

“Hmm?”

“You still awake?”

He clears his throat and tries to keep a steady voice as he replies, “Yeah. You need anything?”

“No, just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Just a headache.”

“Do you need anything from me? Painkillers? A cup of tea?”

How about kisses? Or cuddles? Or any kind of attention that doesn’t involve you glaring at me like I’m a waste of space? he answers in his head, but out loud he says, “I’m fine. Thank you, love.”

“You know, you keep saying you’re fine and I don’t know if I believe you.”

He doesn’t respond.

She places a hand on his arm over the covers. “Look at me.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he emphasizes stubbornly.

“Can you please look at me?”

He sighs. A part of him is tempted to snap at her and tell her to leave him alone, to hurt her the way she hurt him, but he doesn’t have it in him to do that. In fact, the last thing he wants right now is to be left alone. What he really wants is to be held by her, to be told that he is loved and appreciated and wanted.

When she gently tugs on his arm to make him turn around, he doesn’t resist. Her eyes scan his face, taking in the tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“Oh, honey.” She brings a hand to his cheek. He’s been so deprived of her touch that he leans into it immediately. “Did I do this?” she asks with guilt-ridden eyes which suggest she already knows the answer to that.

“I feel like I can’t do anything right by you lately,” he says. “I just want to spend some time with you when you get home, but you never talk to me and you shoo me away any time I try to come near you. I don’t know what I did, but lately, I feel more like an annoying pest that you have to tolerate than your husband. And maybe that makes me clingy or whatever—”

“That does not make you clingy,” she interjects, shaking her head adamantly. “I’m sorry I called you that, and I’m sorry I made you feel this way. I’ve just been under so much pressure at work. That’s no excuse for how I’ve been treating you, but I need you to know that it has nothing to do with you, okay? You haven’t done a single thing wrong.”

He sniffles. “Really?”

“Yes, baby. The only reason I’ve been pushing you away is because I come home with all this pent-up frustration and I don’t want to take it out on you by accident… But it looks like I’ve been doing that anyway.” She wipes a tear from the corner of his eye and kisses him tenderly. “I’m sorry, honey.”

She gets under the covers with him and guides his head to her chest, tangling her fingers into his hair. He nuzzles his face close to her breasts. She apologizes again and reassures him that he’s the best husband she could have ever asked for, that she still looks forward to coming home to him at the end of each day, that she loves him more than words can ever explain.

Her delicate touches mixed with her comforting voice telling him everything he needed to hear soothes his aching heart. They cuddle in silence for a while, their legs intertwined with each other. Y/N shifts around a bit while keeping him close to her. When her thigh brushes up against his crotch, she freezes.

“Are you hard right now?”

“Fuck, um… yeah?” he mumbles into her chest nervously, his face growing hot.

She giggles. “Well, let’s take care of it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, you deserve it.”

She sits up on the bed beside him, while he lays on his back, gazing up at her, melting when she gives him a warm smile. Her hand disappears under the covers, making its slow descent into the waistband of his shorts. He gasps when she gropes him through his briefs.

“I don’t think I’ll last very long,” he admits.

“That’s okay. Been a while since we’ve done this, huh?”

He nods, gulping as her fingers trace his bulge. Although he sometimes touches himself when he’s home alone during the day or in the shower, it’s never the same as when she does it. The orgasms lack the intensity he craves.

“My poor baby,” she coos, using her other hand to scratch the top of his head. “I haven’t been taking proper care of you. We’re going to fix that this weekend.”

She suddenly removes her hand from his shorts and takes off her shirt, revealing her braless torso. The sight of her gorgeous, round breasts makes his mouth water before she even invites him to suck on them. Moving his head into her lap, he wraps his lips around one nipple and swirls his tongue around the taut flesh.

Her hand ventures back into his shorts, this time slipping into his underwear. Instead of wrapping her whole hand around him, she uses only two fingers and her thumb, running them along his length in slow, gentle strokes that make his body shudder with pleasure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, you know that? Nothing you do for me goes unnoticed, I promise you,” she says.

The reassurance brings tears to his eyes again but happy ones this time. She wraps the rest of her hand around his cock, picking up the pace and pressure of her strokes. He thrusts his hips into her hand desperately as his orgasm builds. She tells him he can come whenever he’s ready, but he tries to delay it for as long as possible until he can’t any longer. Then he lets himself go, his moans and grunts muffled by her breast.

“There you go. Good boy.” She coaxes the last few drops of come out of him.

He rests his head in her lap afterwards, dazed and breathless, hoping that she’ll let him lay there a little while longer. Luckily, that’s exactly what she does, only moving to rest her back against the headboard to make herself comfortable while keeping his head in her lap, her fingers in his hair. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

***

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No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter 7

Warnings: swearing, angst

Sam returned from dropping Cookie at her new home hoping he could get to his room and changed into workout gear without running into anyone. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with him and he heard someone in the kitchen. He decided to speed walk past and hope that whoever it was, was too busy to notice him. That didn't work out either and as he heard Bucky calling his name, Sam cursed softly before stopping.

"Hey Bucky, what's up?"

Bucky looked at him, confused "Why are you coming from the hangar? I didn't hear about any mission."

Sam shook his head "Just a quick errand, not a mission."

Bucky's brow furrowed "On a quinjet? What's the story?"

Sam smirked "Sorry, Terminator. It's classified, I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you." He laughed out loud as he walked away.

They met in the gym a short while later and Bucky kept needling Sam to find out what he was up to but Sam held his tongue, even after Bucky gave him a black eye.

In the wee hours of the next morning, Tony Stark was fighting off sleep when he received an email notification *Transfer of Personnel*. Curious, because he hadn't approved any changes, he read through the email growing more and more angry as he realized what it said. He turned up his music and cursed for 5 minutes straight. Once he calmed down, he composed and sent an urgent email.

The Avengers, their ancillary staff and the new head of intel for the compound all received emails accompanied by an alarm, meaning that whatever it was, was urgent, forcing all of them up and out of bed.

Bucky looked at his phone which said 4am, cursing and threw on a shirt and sweats before heading to the conference room. As he grew closer he saw other Avengers and some staff that he knew but others he wasn't familiar with, all trudging the same way he was. He looked at his phone and saw it was 4:15 and swore again. Some poor intern was standing at the conference room door, in her bathrobe and slippers, handing out coffees to anyone who wanted one. Bucky took one and nodded in thanks before sitting at the table by Steve and across from Nat, Sharon and Yelena.

"Why are you here punk? Doesn't being retired mean you don't have to deal with this bullshit?"

Steve shrugged "Ask Tony, we were up late working so I slept in my old room and he included me in his email."

When the room was almost full Tony came in hands shaking, from anger or caffeine was hard to tell but he'd obviously had too much of both. Sam followed behind him.

Tony cleared his throat.

"Alright. Everyone sit down and shut the Hell up."

He paused for a moment to let everyone settle down before he spoke with an edge to his voice

"I want all of you to know how absolutely fucking furious I am right now so you can appreciate how hard I'm working to control myself."

Everyone looked at him with tired eyes before he continued

"First, I want you all to meet our liaison with the intel office here, this is Dylan, supervisor for the Compound intelligence office."

Dylan stood and waved nervously before quickly sitting down.

Steve looked confused "Why won't Cookie be our contact anymore?"

Bucky straightened up and looked at Steve when he heard him mention Cookie. He noticed Sam hadn't said anything and knew he was closest to Cookie lately. Sam looked suspiciously calm, considering what Tony just told them.

Bucky jumped when Tony slapped the table and shouted

"I want to know which one of you assholes made Cookie leave without even saying goodbye? I woke up this morning to an email from Fury letting me know she moved to a different office." Tony paused, panting "I wanna know who is going to make my cookies now? One of you fuckers better step up and find a way to get her to come back or there will be Hell to pay."

Bucky sat back in his chair in shock. He had planned to talk to Cookie soon, he just felt so guilty over hurting her again and again. He knew she deserved better than a broken man like him and when he had finally convinced himself that he deserved to be happy and finally showed her how he felt and spent the night with her, Nat had pulled him into Antonia's web. All he had done since then was hurt her, repeatedly.

Tony hadn't stopped ranting until he looked at Bucky "It was you, Manchurian, wasn't it?" He looked over at Nat, then Sharon and Yelena "and you three. You were all controlled by Antonia, and that's fucked up no question but Cookie got a pretty bad deal in all this too and she considered all of you her friends. So what did you do?"

All four of them looked down at their hands and mumbled incoherently.

Sam cleared his throat

"They didn't do anything, not a god damned thing."

He looked pointedly at each of them "You all acted like acknowledging her would prove that you hurt her and Cookie was so worried that you all seeing her around was making your healing more difficult so she left to make your lives easier while not one of you could be bothered to even try talking to her or spare a thought for her feelings or healing."

Bucky looked at Sam "So where is she?" Something occurred to him "That's your secret mission yesterday, wasn't it? You took her away from me." he accused.

Sam shook his head "No Barnes, you pushed her away. Even after you've been cleared by medical, you didn't even try to talk to her. Just kept skulking around, making her feel guilty."

"But she didn't do anything wrong why would she feel guilty?" Bucky argued

Sam rolled his eyes. "Just take a minute to think about it, you'll get there."

Bucky slowly figured out what Sam was talking about and his head fell. He knew he needed to talk to her, even Dr Raynor who he had been seeing 3 times a week had pushed him to tell her but he hadn't felt ready for Cookie to confirm what he already knew. Even though it wasn't really his fault it was still him and their chances for any kind of relationship were dead.

Bucky felt his eyes fill with tears "It's my fault Cookie is gone but I need to find a way to talk to her and convince her to come home." He looked at Sam "Where is she?"

Sam shook his head "Not a chance. Not until Cookie gives me the ok. Sorry, tin man."

Bucky growled and hit the table, making Tony shout until Bucky glared at him before stalking out of the room.

When Tony was done ranting, Steve left to find Bucky. He went to Bucky's room but he wasn't there. Or in the kitchen or common room. Steve was ready to give up when Friday's alarm blared and announced that the sprinklers had come on in the Avengers private gym which was limited to the team and a select few agents. It was rarely used since the team was usually training with recruits, except for Bucky.

By the time Steve made it to the gym, Bucky was kneeling in the middle of the destroyed room, breathing heavily, sprinklers raining down on him.

"It's my fault, Steve. I fucked everything up and now she's gone." He shook his head "I can't do this without her, I don't know how to deal with all of this every day without her by my side like she has been for the last 2 years." He looked at Steve sadly "What do I do now? How can I get her back?"

Steve shrugged and shook his head "I don't know Buck, I just don't know."

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In her new city, Cookie woke up in her new townhouse and got ready for her first day in a new office. Considering how the compound had felt recently she enjoyed having her own kitchen and living area. No one avoiding or ignoring her, making her feel bad for just existing in their space.

Different office but the same job and she already knew all of the analysts here, had hired most of them, but people behaved differently when the boss was around.

It was a beautiful spring day so Cookie decided to walk the short distance to her office. Like the compound her department only took up a floor but instead of Avengers they were surrounded by CIA agents, definitely not as friendly but that was fine with her. Cookie was more interested in work than any personal entanglements with her co-workers.

Cookie entered the building and went directly to S.W.O.R.D. Director Tyler Hayward. He was an ambitious man who wasn't thrilled to have someone in 'his office' who reported to someone else and wasn't in his control but he wasn't going to risk going against Fury so affixed a fake smile to his face and welcomed Cookie to the office.

They spoke for a few minutes before he led her to a conference room to meet with all of the analysts that report to Cookie. Annie was the senior analyst and had known Cookie for a few years so showed her to her new office.

Annie and Cookie had become good long distance friends, bonding over their shared love of mystery books.

When they arrived in Cookies office, Annie told her about a new book release by an author they both loved. The party was this coming Saturday and the publishing company had their offices a few buildings over. Annie had been able to get her name on the guest list and wanted Cookie to be her plus one since Annie's girlfriend didn't care for mysteries.

Cookie responded enthusiastically and they planned to have a late dinner after the party. Cookie was excited to have the opportunity to look around Boston and maybe meet Harland Thrombey.

She thought to herself. Maybe the move wouldn't be so bad after all.

Cookie had a busy week getting settled into her new office and butting heads with Tyler over some tips she had offered to streamline some of their processes. She went to work for a few hours on Saturday before meeting Annie for a mani-pedi after lunch. She went home to get dressed in a purple, silk, cocktail dress with a deep v-neck that fell just above her knees. Adding black stilettos and clutch to complete the look.

She met Annie at the entrance to the building, they checked each other out appreciatively and linked arms as they walked into the party.

A tall, well built, dark blonde haired man noticed Cookie's entrance and his bright blue eyes followed her around the room, after deciding the tall woman he had never seen before would be the evenings prey.

He approached them as she was getting a drink "You're new in town."

Cookie looked at him curiously, feeling her face heat up as he so obviously checked her out. She nodded "I am. Are you the welcoming committee?"

The man nodded "For a lady as pretty as you, I will endeavour to be welcoming." He took her hand and kissed the back "Ransom Drysdale, pleased to meet you."

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N but my friends call me Cookie, this is my friend Annie. Your name is familiar but I can't- oh my gosh you're Harland Thrombey's grandson. One of the VP's here."

Ransom smiled and made a small bow "That's me. Would you like to meet him?"

Annie and Cookie nodded enthusiastically and took the arms Ransom offered to lead her over to meet his grandfather who was as kind and gracious as she hoped he would be. Unfortunately the party was crowded and there were many others waiting to meet the author, so they only chatted for a few minutes.

Shortly after they met Harland, Annie's girlfriend called, asking her to pick up some infants pain killer as their daughter had woken up from teething pain. She tried to apologize but Cookie shooed her away and promised she would find her own way home.

As soon as Annie was out of sight, Ransom smiled at Cookie and licked his lips. "So, Cookie, do you want to get out of here? My club has a great late supper menu if you're hungry or I'm sure we can find something to do."

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Chapter 8

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Lazy - Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x female reader

In which: Chris gets home late and you’re waiting for him, which leads to soft slow sex.

SoftDom!chris, sub!reader, oral, pussy eating, lazy sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

TW: oral, mommy kink (ma, mommy, mama) and anything else I missed

A/N: this is a Chris version of the same concept of the Matt one. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

I was waiting up for my boyfriend Chris and his brothers to come home from filming a new car video. They were out really late tonight, it was almost 3am. I had turned on the tv a while ago to calm my nerves. I always got nervous when they went out to do their car videos, anything could happen. And when I watch their car videos back I notice things and I start to worry more. I take a deep breath and get out my phone to text Chris.

𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎?

𝚢𝚎𝚊, 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟻

He was always so quick to answer it was so relieving to me. He never left me in the dark with anything always keeping me updated. For some reason tonight of all nights I was really missing him and just craved him to be next to me, so when I heard that door open I leave his room and I meet them at the door. I jump into Chris’s arms.

“Hey ma…” he says as he drops his stuff on the floor Matt and Nick standing behind him. I bury my face in his shoulder.

“I missed you…” I say holding him tighter. He chuckles and me closer. I felt so safe now and so calm in his arms, when he’s not here, I can’t sleep. I was planning on going to bed early tonight but I forgot it was Thursday and they had to film for tomorrow’s Friday video.

“We were gone for two hours, you didn’t miss me,” Chris says setting me back down on the ground. I’m kind of sad to be placed back on the ground.

“I needa take a shower, can you wait f’me for 15 minutes?” He asks as he walks into his bedroom. I follow close behind him like a puppy dog. He walks into his bathroom and takes off his shirt.

“Or I could just…not wait.” I say leaning my head on his bare shoulder. I leave small kisses on his shoulder and I run my hands down his arms. I take a seat on the closed toilet seat and I watch him turn on the shower.

“Can I join you?” I ask as I start to pull off my tank top.

“Get your ass in there ma.” He says watching me take my clothes off. I smile and take my shorts off next kicking them off my ankles as I quickly try to get in the shower.

“I think we should turn off the lights…” he tells me standing on the outside of the shower.

“Sure.” I say adjusting the water so it’s hot. He turns off the lights and closes the door. He stands in the shower with me and closes the door. I stand facing away from him letting the warm water wash over me. I feel his hands snake around my waist.

I smile as I turn around to face him, I put my hands on his cheeks and kiss him gently.

“I fucking love you.” He says as he pulls me closer to him and kisses me deeper. When he pulls away we’re both gasping for air.

“Chris it’s almost 4am we gotta go to bed…” I say keeping my arms draped over his neck. He turns the water off and opens the door, I shiver. He wraps towel around his waist and then wraps one around me. “Let’s go to bed then.” He says.

I feel him pick me up and he carries me bridal style into the bed.

“Chris! I’m still wet!” I say resisting him putting me down on the bed.

“Then fucking dry off?” He says putting me on the ground instead of the bed. I hold my arms out waiting for him to dry me off.

“You seriously need help, you’re stupid.” He says as he takes my towel and starts drying me off. He lingers for a second on my breasts and then he throws the towel to the side and puts me on the bed. He climbs on top of me and kisses me gently.

I kiss him back breathing into it. He starts kissing my jawline gently and then leaving open-mouthed kisses on my neck. I know what he wants. But I’m way to tired.

“Chris we can’t…I’m too tired and your brothers are still awake anyway,” I say as I nuzzle into the pillows.

“No ma I wanna make you feel good…” He says as he kisses down my chest and stomach. “You don’t have to do a thing…” he says as he kisses right under my belly button.

I put my hand in his hair gently brushing it with my fingers. He kisses my thighs gently getting closer and closer to my little bundle of nerves. I feel him kitty lick my clit and I buck my hips.

“Relax f’me ma.” He says holding my hips down. Listening to his words I take a couple deep breaths until I’m able to fully relax. It wasn’t an insane feeling of pleasure, but more so a dull light feeling that would gradually get more intense.

He licked my nub slowly and softly. I hummed gently as my eyes close.

“You taste so sweet y/n…” he says pulling my hips closer to his mouth. I lazily and gently roll my hips as I moan soft breathy moans.

“Chris…I’m coming…” I say as I roll my hips more. That rubber band in my stomach snaps and I come on his face. I look at him and he’s licking his lips.

I expected him to be done at that but I watch him take his towel off. He lines up with my entrance. I feel him tap my clit with his tip and I lay my head back. He pushes into me and I arch my back as I’m filled up. He thrusts slowly. I moan softly and look up at him.

“I fucking love you…” Chris says as he grinds his hips on mine. I start moaning a little louder and faster. I finally come.

We both finish and he lays next to me.

“You’re always so good f’me ma” he say and I giggle as he pulls me close to him,

“Love you.” i say.

“I love you too.”

[alocon]

A Warm Embrace - Logan Sargeant

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

written by alocon

Summary: Ice skating double date under the stars with your boyfriend. Pure fluff to celebrate the Williams Car Launch x

Warnings and Tropes: Pretty short, quickly written, pure fluff, ice skating and stuff. No use of Y/N.

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A Warm Embrace - LS2 x Fem!Reader

"Do you trust me?" You asked as your boyfriend's grip tightened on your arms.

"Of course. I just don't trust myself."

You repositioned his hands so they were on your shoulders, your hands holding onto his waist as you slowly began to move you both further away from the barrier at the outside of the ice skating rink. Logan's grip on you was definitely going to leave some soreness over the next couple of days, but you didn't mind. You couldn't think of anyone better to be ice skating with currently. You felt his gaze focus on you, as you had recommended to stop him worrying, knowing how he calmed when he was in your presence.

Looking around the rink, you caught the eyes of Lily, who was very happy with Alex's progress on the ice. He was doing well, having only fell over a handful of times and was currently looking really stable. And as you thought that, he went again. Spoke too soon, you thought.

Your eyes met the soft ones of the person you had so desperately fallen for as you slowly pulled him around the track. He smiled, looking at the way your face got slightly redder the longer he looked at you. It was like, in that moment, he had forgotten all about the ice that you were on. He trusted you. He felt safe. All that mattered in that moment was your touch, your hair, your eyes. All that mattered was you.

"I am so in love with you." His voice was quiet as he spoke.

"I love you too, Logan." You meant it. Of course you did, how couldn't you? He was a sweetheart. He would go straight to you whenever he finished a race. He would wake you up when he stayed over yours by placing soft kisses all over your face. He would risk being a little late to spend those extra few minutes cuddling in bed with you. He would tie your shoes, not because you didn't know how, but because it saved you doing it before you headed out for a long day at work. He would slice your apples for you, peel your oranges if you asked him to.

You would do things for him too. When he got sick the month earlier, you called his mother and video called her whilst she step-by-step taught you how to make his favourite childhood soup, just so he could feel at home. You would play with his hair when he couldn't sleep to calm him. You would wake up at 4am some days to make sure he had breakfast before training even if that meant being exhausted by the end of your shift once you finished, which could be as late as 10pm.

Logan was getting better at this, the pair of you gradually speeding up as you went around the rink. His focus was on you. You began to slightly loosen your grip, seeing if he was able to stand on his own on the ice now. He was. You took his hand, pulling him slowly with you, ready to reach out and grab him if he almost fell over. But he didn't. The two of you talked and laughed as he got more confident on the ice, only ending up slipping up once by the end of it.

After getting off the ice, the four of you sat at a nearby restaurant, outside, to have food. It was delicious. You twisted the pasta up on your fork before passing it to Logan as he had asked to taste it. He then did the same for you.

"Today has been so fun," Alex said, smiling as he ate. "We definitely need to do this again."

You agreed. It was perfect.

You felt arms snake around your waist as you brushed your teeth, ready for bed. Your boyfriend kissed your forehead, gently swaying the pair of you as he left kisses all over you. Your forehead, your shoulder, your cheek, your neck, everywhere. He whispered sweet things into your ear about how you're his favourite person. You're his everything. He wants to spend his life with you.

All day he had seemed nervous, you didn't know why but you figured it was because of your venture onto the ice. "Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, "Of course, anything."

"Do you want to move in with me?" You span in his embrace, looking into his eyes for any sign of that being a joke. It wasn't. He continued to speak. "I was just thinking, you spend a hell of a lot of time here anyways and we've been together for a year now and waking up in bed with you is one of my favourite things. Obviously if you don't want to, you don't have to. I was just-" he went silent the second your lips met his.

You pulled away, feeling a shiver run down your spine from the low temperature in his bathroom. "Of course I will, I would love to."

His hands traced your spine through your shirt as his hands travelled to your waist, placing a kiss to your lips before wrapping you into a warm embrace. His warm embrace.

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[Word Count - 800-900 not including the comments on the post]

Hi All, I know, it was very short. I will make a longer Logan story at some point, however, I am half asleep and it's 10pm and I wanted to write something quickly before bed. I wrote this in about 15-20 minutes so enjoy. The Williams looks beautiful this year!! And the suitsssss 😍 Not edited btw sorry for spelling errors Have a lovely day. Another Lando story soon, maybe? Either him, Max or Charles I'm thinking x Alocon

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A Joel Miller (Pre Outbreak) Fic

Day 27 of Pedrotober (The Last of Us Prompt)

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Oooh Grumpy Joel what are we gonna do with you. Yea even before the outbreak he was moody, so let’s try & reset him a bit. He clearly needed to get laid.

Synopsis:- After a night out, you wake up the next morning to a surprise.

Word count:- 3200

Warnings over & above:- Unprotected PIV sex, Shower sex, baby sitter neighbour relationship, age gap, alcohol, swearing, technically trespassing & breaking it, teasing, peeping & spying, lustful thoughts, fantasy’s coming true,self pleasure,fingering.

Yea this was fun to write. Hope you all enjoy reading it & that’s as always @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for the prompt list.

You get out of the taxi at 4am on a Saturday night. You & your friends had a little bit too much to drink tonight, but not enough that you are going to be sick. However you fully expect a hang over in the morning. You’re the second to last person to be dropped home & you arrive in your road & give Lola the money for your part of the journey. The taxi drives off & you stand in the middle of the road taking in the night air & do a little dance. You spin & sing.

“Home is where the heart is” but you are interrupted at the lightning strikes & you scream. Drenched from the rain in a few seconds.

You run to your door & fumble with your keys. All the street lights are off but you can see the light in the entrance on. You eventually after struggling with the keys unlock the door & shut & bolt it locked behind you. You leave your keys on the dresser in the hall & slowly make your way upstairs. A few stumbles & giggles as you go. Your parents won’t mind. You creek open your bedroom door when you get there & decide to not turn the light on. You shed your clothes across the floor, leaving just your tiny white thong still on. You didn’t wear much make up, so you decide not to go wash it off or use make up remover. You just get into bed, gulp down the glass of water you left on the side & fall asleep.

You wake up at 8am to something cold, something running across the back of your legs. You slowly turn around, your eyes fluttering open. You are met by two dark brown eyes flickering open at you.

“AHHHHHH!!!!!” You both scream at each other & the man leaps out of bed & you pull the bed sheet up, so your boobs are not exposed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?” Screaming again in unison. You then both look confused at each other. You both see the panic in each others eyes. You didn’t bring a man home last night & you definitely remember getting into bed alone, you’re not that hungover or drunk. It’s only then that you fully concertrate on the man. Your eyes adjusting to see who he is. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“Joel?” You splutter out & he replies with your name.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

“Your bed? it’s my bed”

“No this is my house, how the fuck did you get in here”

“No it’s mine I…” but then you look. Grey bed sheets. No butterfly art mosaics on the wall, white blinds, a guitar in the corner & a watch next to one half drunk glass of water which is more of a tumbler. No wonder you’re dehydrated .”How am I in your house?” You then ask”did you drive me home? No I was in a taxi” this confusion isn’t helping either of you.

“No I’ve not seen you since last Wednesday, when you stayed over with Sarah afterschool”

You’ve come back from college & you are looking after his 10 year old girl twice a week while he works late, just for some fuel money to get to job interviews. It then suddenly rings a bell.

“You gave me a spare key, that’s how I let myself in” he pauses & then laughs. You feel embarrassed but he sees the funny side of it.

“That’s true but still doesn’t answer why you didn’t notice this wasn’t you house or bedroom, at whatever time you got here”

“4am & I didn’t turn the lights on I never do, if I’m coming home from a night out” Joel then pulls the blind open. After you adjust to the sun, you see your bedroom window facing across the street from you.

“Well at least you came to my house & not someone’s house where they would have taken advantage of you” he says.

“Very true” you blush secretly you’ve always had a crush on Joel. “Sorry Joel, I didn’t mean to startle you”

“It’s okay” he says trying not to look at how the bed sheet has fallen down slightly & he can now see one of your breasts. Such delicate nipples waiting to be sucked on. Perky breast ready for him to bury his head in as his penis is buried inside your cunt. He shake his head trying not to look, but wanting to. “Although how you’re going to explain this to your parents, I have no idea.”

“They go to church!” You say quickly & abruptly”they will still assume I’m in bed” you smile “& what about Sarah”

“School camping trip she left yeasterday, she’s back…”

“Ahhh Wednesday you told me you needed me Wednesday”

“Yes correct” he gives an awkward giggle. What he’d like to tell you is that he needs you now. His balls are aching. Usually by now he’s jerked off thinking about you, the girl over the road who’s all pure & innocent to him. Who has come back from college a woman & is single & ready to mingle.”Do…Do you want to use my shower before you go?” He says quickly.

“Do I smell?”

“God no, I mean yous smell amazing, I mean” he flusters. He then sees you move the bed sheet & grab your top to cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but stare. Your arse was eating up that thong, was it even there? A nice little curve to it. He wonders if you’d be up for anal.

“Thanks Joel” you say grabbing your clothes, “I won’t be long” he like you, as your houses are built he same, has an en-suite bathroom. His is much fancier than yours, as a contractor he’s probably designed it himself with a walk in shower.

You close the door behind you & gasp. You wish you had the nerve to ask him into the bathroom, to plunder you. To make you cum. To know what sex with a man is like not one of those college boys. So many nights at college & now back home, do you lie in bed when your parents would still like you to be saying some prays, that you pray to the church of Miller. Be it with fingers, a vibrator or a dildo you do often moan oh god at your point of climax, wondering how thick he would be.

He’s paceing up & down his bedroom. The girl he’s been trying not to think of sexually for the last 4 months is naked in his shower, probably pleasuring herself to his water. It makes him hard. He gulps down air but then he hears you call.

“Joel it’s too cold”

He bolts in straight away not even thinking, & looks straight at the shower. He knows if he stops he will see your exposed body, completely naked, nipples so hard you could hang washing from them. He walks past you in the walk in shower the water on a slow jet & touches the dial to turn it up.

“There you go”

“Thanks Joel” he then brushes you on his way out & your eyes connect. It might only be for a few seconds, but it’s enough. You both slowly look each other up & down. When he looks at your naked body he sighs, you look better then he could have ever imagined. You make your move, caressing your hand up his arm, you feel the goosebumps grow on him. Your eyes now drawn to his boxers. Damp from their quick encounter under the shower as he sorted out the controls. His erection, huge. You look back into his eyes & see they are dilated & passionate. Your other hand goes on his chest. He’s hairy. But those little hairs feel so good. You whimper.

“Joel…”

“Sweetie” he leans in moves your slightly damp hair off your face, cups it & makes contact for a delicious kiss. You’d hope he’d kiss like this. There’s hunger but also a softness to it. He pulls you into him, god you’ve never felt such a manly body before, those arms have you in a tight embrace. Hips hips starting to roll, so you move your hand down his happy trail & go inside his boxers. His turn to moan.

“You want this?” It’s a sultry tone he uses.

“Since I was 13” no point in lying anymore, you’ve fancied him since he moved in.

“Jesus kid” he’s shocked but that doesn’t stop him from pushing you against the tiles.

“You are my hunky neighbour in this deadbeat town , who else was I meant to fantasise about”

“The boys at school”

“No boy at school or college comes close” you tug on his boxers.

“Wait you’ve done this before right” he asks concerned. Not wanting your first time to be in a shower. You shrug & he looks concerned.

“I’ve had sex but never in a shower”

“You sure you want this”

“The other option is putting me back in your bed”

“Fuck that maybe later” you then pull on his boxers, them slipping to the floor of the shower. He springs free. You can’t help but gasp, he guides your hand with his to stroke his length. Precum mixing with shower water. “Last chance sweetie” you kiss him & bite his lip.

“I’m all yours Joel” he rubs the head of his length against your clit. He’s not taken his eyes off your face. Your legs automatically part & he reaches one hand to turn the water temperature up.

“Don’t want you getting cold baby” your breached & gasp. Yes you’ve had sex before but never with anyone this big. It pinches but also feels so good as he drags against you, your quivering straight away once you’re completely filled. “Fuck, your so tight, so fucking tight,” he moans as he starts to rock into you, your body responding as you grip his shoulder, friction between you both starting.

“God I’m a lucky guy”

“Fuck Joel fuck oooh shit it’s so good”

“You betcha” his thumb wipes water from the shower off your lips before he then claims them again. A really passionate kiss. Your body on fire. You didn’t know sex could feel this good as you watch the intense look in his eyes as he moans about you.

“Best cunt ever, best girl ever, god if I’d know what had been under those tiny shorts I’d have fucked you all summer”

“Fuck Joel mmmmmmmm your so big”

“Just for you baby” your bodies squelch. He sucks on of your nipples. You leave a love bite on his shoulder. You’ve never experienced this kind of pleasure.

“Fuck Joel, I’m I… I” you lose the words

“Me too sweetie” you’ve never cum before. All your college boyfriends had been about blow jobs & quick fucks. They’d been too busy trying to replicate there porn fantasy’s. Never letting you finish. So when it hits you, & you clamp around him, your whole body trembles, as you scream his name. What you then don’t hear is him screaming yours as your eyes see all the colours in the world, but you feel it. He coats you. He doesn’t pull out. He fills you up. His seed inside you, he growls & then pushes you completely against the wall. Your lips meeting In desperation & desire. A kiss needed to calm you both down neither of you noticing the water still cascading over you both.

Eventually Joel withdraws his penis & grabs a bottle of shower gel & hands it to you. It was your original intention to wash after all.

“So was that the…” he looks nervous.

“First time I’ve cum?” You say bashfully & nod.

“Did it meet your expectations”

“More than enough” you say & softly kiss his lips.

“Is this gonna make things awkward”

“Only if you want it to be”

After you shower you go home via the pharmacy. You weren’t on birth control & he didn’t even think of a condom & you don’t want your dad to find out you are pregnant by Joel he’d probably murder him, so the morning after pill will sort you out. You get a couple just to be safe. However you think that’s it. You don’t think Joel will want to see you that way again. Today was a moment, you’re sure he will just move on even if you don’t.

The Sunday goes by in a blur. Your parents home from church, lunch to give thanks to god not that you believe, crafting & writing in the afternoon. On your mind though is still Joel. How he made you feel, how good he looked naked, how he kissed & caresses you but mainly how he fucked you. You’re day dreaming becoming a distraction. He’s unlocked all your sexual desires in one unplanned encounter.

As you get ready for bed your phone pings. You’re in your bedroom about to take your clothes off. You look at your phone & then a smirk is on your face.

You know if you pull your curtains I can still see your silhouette of you getting naked because of the light.

It’s a message from Joel. You pull the curtains open & see him sitting in the chair in his bedroom completely naked stroking his length with something white. You don’t know if you should be shocked that he’s peeping on you or if you should be proud. You reply.

& if I turn the light off?

I’ll creep in & see to you myself

Mr Miller! You reply & then strip down to your underwear. You then drop your phone when he sends a photo through.

Baby I’ll let you know I can see your underwear clearly. & have seen them all day.

You left your white thong at his. The photos is of his length spewing into the sodden panties. You put your hand straight to your clit.

Well Joel maybe I need to come over & reclaim them or steal your boxers

I accept that as a challenge

… you wait

…

I know you’ve got the key to come in, I promise to be awake this time.

You wait until your parents light goes off for their bedroom, then grab a robe & slowly sneak out of the house with your keys. Darting as quick as you can across the road so no one can see you. Not that anyone should be up at this time including you. You touch his front door & it’s already unlocked & you close it behind you. Arriving in his bedroom. There Joel sits. Completely naked. Your white panties in his hand, stroking his length. His face one of sheer ecstasy. You drop your robe & slowly walk over to him.

“Take it off sweetie, then come enjoy me”

“Have you got the stamina old man, if you’ve been pleasuring yourself all night.” You say, your bra unhooked & it falls to the floor. He sits up he’s a breast man more than a arse man.

“Baby, I might be old to you at 32 but damn it I can teach you a thing or two…” his jaw drops when your panties are off. You he can smell you arousal from here. You decide to stand in front of him. He leans forward. His lips kiss your belly. Two of those large sausage fingers slip inside you. You grab his shoulder & tense up.

“Fuck baby, do all college girls get aroused like this” he’s pumping you & you grip his shoulder.

“Joel please please, I need you”

“Do you”

“Yes”

“How much”

“So much, no man has fucked me like you did to day.” You start to stutter & he then stops just as you get stimulated & he parts your legs.

“Think you can last all night?”he swipes his length across your entrance. You moan loudly.

“Yes Joel, I do” you wrap your arms around him & he slowly guides you all the way down to his base. Balls deep inside you. He feels bigger than this morning. It’s a deep moan you let out.

“Fuck sweetie, I’m using all my night not to cum right now”

“Same baby” you whine. You slowly start to roll around him, trying to slow down your pleasure.

“Those college boys got you ready just for me” he whispers & then slaps your bum. “Your tight cunt, begging to be fully used” you stop rolling as his thrusts become more & you feel him hit your pleasure something you thought was a myth as you take him fulling each time your seated on him. “You are perfect” he that latches his mouth into your breasts & you whine & moan, bouncing more. His pelvis thrusting hard as you feel alive.

“Fuck Joel, more more more”

“Fuck sweetie”

“Wanted this for so long”

“Same” you look at him shocked. He lift his head moving as fast as he can. Your breast jiggling.”when you got home this summer & you got out of the car & you hugged your friend & you were in those shorts & that almost see through top. I had to have a lot of restraint”

“Not anymore Joel, I’m never leaving this room” you groan.

He starts to falter as your orgasm hits you. No longer caring about the noise as you scream his name as you cum. He keeps you grinding around him licking up your sweat as he cums too. The sensation of him spilling inside you makes you glow. He’s so big, he fills you up, he gives you all you ever wanted.

You eventually lift your head from his shoulders. Breathing returned to normal & you sigh. His fingers that got you going earlier now stroking your back.

“Stay?” He whispers. You look softly into his eyes.

“Stay tonight?” you kiss his forehead.

“No forever” he says & he shows his strength. He’s semi hard still inside you. He stands up & takes the few steps carrying you to his bed. You’re his little spoon & you wince as he pulls out of you. He licks his fingers & wraps them around you. The dampness on them so soothing against your clit. Your body shudders.

“What about my family?” You moan pushing your bum against him. Your hips moving already.

“I’ll talk to them tomorrow, but right now I just want you” he kisses your neck leaving his own love bite there.”you’ve unlocked a passion in me I’ve not felt for a while.”

“Who am I to stop you Joel” you then moan. He’s parted your legs & the tip of his length is covered in your slick, a mix of both your cums & his saliva on his hand.”I’m not comp… oooh fuck” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence once again filling your vagina, in one movement. He looks over you as the bigger spoon seeing how well you take him, you clamping already.

“Oooh god baby, the plans i gave for you & this perfect pussy” the first thrust has you grabbing the pillow. “I’m gonna fuck it till the world ends”

[jasntodds]

Ok but the gifs you just posted of jay... Mmmmm yum. He looks too good, could you imagine him coming in late at night from patrol taking off the red hood gear and laying with you and him talk about how much he loves you in that voice and look like that. Then he's like can i make you feel good?? Ughhhh Just a thot.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jason comes home from patrol with only one thing on his mind: you

Warnings: Swearing, 18+, oral (f!receiving), idk I wrote this at 4am lmao

Words: 2,006

A/n: Anon is talking about these gifs and I, too, have some thoughts™️

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Jason has two moods when patrol gets a little messy. Sometimes, it’s like it triggers something he begs so desperately to forget. It’s as if all the memories and fears kick down his front door and barge in without ever asking for an invite.

They intrude on his space of peace and calm like a disease wreaking havoc through his nervous system. It’s not usually pretty when that happens. But, other times, it’s as if those memories knock. The fears knock softly and look at him with hope that one day things get better. It’s as if they’re just looking for a way out and Jason is the helpful type. Those nights, he’s not angry or worried or scared, instead, he’s caring. And the only thing left on his mind as he walks through the door, is you.

Jason is always caring towards you. But, on those nights, nights like tonight, it’s always a little more. Nights like tonight are harsh and cruel reminders of what he faces and what the victims face. They are harsh reminders, not that he ever needs one, that in a second, everything can change. Everything he cares about can disappear again. He can disappear from you again. And all he wants to do is be near you.

You stir awake as Jason walks into your bedroom. You can see the shiny, reflective red of the helmet coming from the hallway. A sweet and tired smile tugs at your lips because he’s home. You never really sleep well when he’s out.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you.” Jason mutters as he takes the helmet off.

“‘S okay.” You mumble, watching him strip the rest of the suit off. “Come to bed.” You stretch out an arm as you watch Jason smile.

It's something warm and tender pulling at the corners of his lips as he glances to the floor and then back to you. A twisting and pulling, gnaws at the bottom of his stomach and all he wants is you.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Jason’s chuckle is low and quiet in the room as he comes into bed, sliding right up behind you as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

Jason presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder…and then another one….and another one. He can hear you hum in front of him. Jason’s arms are strong around you, keeping your back pinned to his chest as he places a kiss to your neck. Goosebumps erupt down your spine.

“I love you.” Jason’s voice is groveled and thick against your skin.

“I love you, too, Jay.” You whisper back and Jason swears he can hear the smile on your face a he places more lazy and gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck.

You remember the first time he told you. The thundering and banging of Jason’s heart had come to a stop like it hit a wall straight on going 100mph as the words left his throat. You swore it was as if it had pained him to actually say them. But it didn’t.

It didn’t hurt to say them, it just terrified him to let those words exist anywhere outside of the dark and paranoid corners of his mind. But he said them anyway because you always told him so casually, effortlessly in such a way he was almost jealous of how effortless it was for you to say it. You said it often and softly, never even expecting him to be able to say it back but then he did because he does love you. He had always loved you and he needed you to know.

Since then, since he said those words and you gave him this wild and eager grin before catching his lips in a kiss, he says it freely now. The words fall from his lips as he’s never known any others. He tells you often, regularly, and lazily. It's become effortless for him, too.

“I love you.” Jason mutters again. “So much.” He keeps pressing kisses over your shoulders. “Ya know that, right?” Jason asks.

“Of course, Jay.” You hum softly and tenderly. “I love you, too.” You say it again because you always say it back. You swear you’ll never let him forget that you do. You know how he thinks and sometimes, those dark and twisted voices are cruel to him

Jason’s grip over your middle loosens as he slides a hand under your tank top and you shudder against him. The pads of his fingers run along your stomach gently. He traces his way up until his fingers almost dance right under your breast, just close enough to tease you as his lips are still pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck.

“Can I make you feel good?” Jason’s voice is rough against your ear, his fingers tracing below your breasts so softly you almost miss the touch.

Warmth spreads to your pussy, contracting around nothing as he asks. It’s a realization of how empty you feel without him. You'd be lying if you said watching him strip from the Red Hood gear didn't always do something to you. The suit is fitted so well and it always makes his muscles look perfect. The black and red compliments his skin in such a way it always sends a fire bubbling through your stomach.

But it’s so early, and you have work a few hours.

“It’s four in the morning and I have to work in a few hours.” You want your voice to come out sterner than it does, a betrayal from your own vocal chords. 

“Please.” Jason asks, this time the pads of his fingers trace along the top of your breast as you close your eyes, pushing your ass into him. Jason nearly growls into your neck. “Then we can sleep. Just wanna make you feel good, princess.” His words are absolutely drenched with lust as they hit your ears.

His cock is trapped in his boxes but you can feel his length, hot against your ass. Jason is careful with his fingers, nimble and gentle over your breast, nearly just hovering. He thinks of every way he can make you feel good, completely ruin you right here and right now. He’s almost desperate to hear you moaning out his name in a way that always gets his cock twitching and pulsing.

You hum softly, running over just how much sleep you can get. It’ll never be enough but your mind starts swimming as Jason bucks his hips against you. Your pussy throbs and aches, the tiredness slowly fading away from your mind. He always knows how to get you to unravel, though it’s rarely much effort on his part.

“If I’m late again, I’m blaming you.” You mumble.

You can feel the rumble of Jason’s chest as he chuckles. “That’s fine.” Jason peels himself away from your back and you groan at the sudden cold that rushes over you.

Jason pulls the blanket back before he turns you onto your back as you let out a squeal. His chuckle reverberates around the room as he slides down to position himself between your legs.

Hunger grows in the pit of your stomach as Jason presses soft and gentle kisses along your knee, pulling your legs apart. His mouth moves down your inner thigh and you squirm against him. You can feel him smirk against your skin as he pins your hips in place to keep you still.

"Thought you were tired?" Jason mocks, offering a quick glance your way and you can see the green of his eyes turn into something dark and eclectic, fueled with cockiness.

"Shut up." You mutter, hitting your head back against your pillow.

Jason kisses his way to your underwear. He presses a kiss to your cloth-covered clit and you have to bite back a moan as your hips buck desperately towards him. His chuckle is low and is followed by something you can only describe as a growl.

"Look at you, princess." His eyes flicker up towards you and you want to dive into his eyes and let yourself drown into him. "Soaking already."

You roll your eyes, hands coming to grip his hair in a desperate plea for him to shut up and get to work. It's a snicker this time that leaves his lips as he slides his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off in a quick motion.

He goes back to placing kisses to the mound of your leaking pussy and then to your hips. The burning sensation grows in your stomach as your eyes start to burn. He knows what he's doing. He always knows what he's doing and he's good at it.

"Jay." You whine, looking down at him. His eyes meet yours and you think you might burst into flames. "C'mon, please."

A flash of a smirk comes to his lips as he slides a finger through your folds, just teasing your pussy, never taking his eyes off you. He watches your mouth part as a soft and sweet gasp leaves your lips. Your grip on his hair tightens and he loves to watch you fall apart, come completely unraveled with the smallest of touches.

“Think you’ve been waiting for me like this all night.” Jason coos, effortlessly teasing your leaking pussy. Jason breaks eye contact to kiss your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. A jolt close to lightning shoots through your body as you let out a raspy moan. “That right, baby?” He flashes that signature grin of cockiness your way and if he weren't so good at it, you might actually want to bite it off of his face.

Jason is cocky and it's not something you'd normally find attractive but there's something in the way he executes it that he sends you into a spin. Jason makes the cockiness attractive and he always backs it up. He's not cocky for no reason and he knows it.

He presses the flat of his long along your pussy, licking all the way up before sucking your clit back into his mouth. It twitches against his lips and your head starts to spin. Your hips buck up but Jason pins them back down, his hand strong and sterny against your flesh.

“Gonna make you feel so good, princess.” Jason coos against you, his breath against your sends a chill down your spine.

Jason moves his tongue, tracing letters against your clit, finding the rythym he knows will get you to unravel into a mess beneath him. He slots two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to the second knuckle until he feels the spongey patch inside of you.

Your head spins and you think gravity might cease to exist if he lets go of you. Your fingers grip and tug his hair, trying to bring him closer to you as the pressure fills your stomach.

Jason's ears collect every gasp and pretty moan that leaves your lips, his name sounding like the closest thing to heaven he's ever heard. His fingers soak up your juices until the pressure finally becomes too much as you're calling out his name in quick succession, your thighs trying to clamp around his head until Jason presses them back down into the mattress.

He works you through your orgasm and only comes up for air as you nearly beg him, your clit pulsing against his tongue.

"Told you I'd make you feel good, baby." Jason's toothy grin glistens in the low light.

You shake your head, your eyes lust-blown. But, he catches the hint of a grin pulling at your lips. "My turn." You gesture your hands lazily at him for him to up towards you.

Jason tilts his head back as a chuckle rumbles through his chest. His eyes lock with yours, his pupils blown but there's something soft in them. "I love you." Jason mutters, climbing his way back up to you.

[justmeinatree]

Empty As A Bottle Of Wine

Summary : niall gets home from tour. you’ve missed each other incredibly.

TW : cockwarming

Word Count : 2k

GIF : @horansqueen

you were pouring your fifth? sixth? cup of coffee as the chime on your clock went off. you looked over at the time, showing it was 4am. 

it seemed a bit ridiculous really, waiting up so late. after niall’s show last night, he jetted off to your place for his 2 week break. he would be exhausted and seeing as you’ve lost count of the amount of coffees you drank, you’re pretty tired too. but honestly, nobody would be able to sleep knowing he was finally on his way. this was by far the longest stretch away since you two met and you’re more than ready to feel his touch again.

you weren’t in an official relationship yet, both too busy flirting and lusting to make a serious move. it was both your faults really. you weren’t sure that you were ready for the incredibly grandiose life change that would come with publicly dating niall. and him, well, you weren’t quite sure why he never made the move, but you do know he had been burned bad in the past. 

long nights were spent listening to him pour his heart out about how the others never got him, had a hard time being thrusted into celebrity status, and just had difficulty adjusting to his hectic schedule. you can imagine it being difficult not knowing where in the world your boyfriend was, but isn’t that why they made cell phones anyway? communication works both ways.

as niall steps into the house, he immediately smells the fresh coffee. he chuckles to himself, thinking that you set the timer on the machine before going to sleep, so that he could have a warm drink after his long night. he drops his bags at the door, not caring about getting them much further than the entrance. he runs his hand through his hair as he rounds the corner into your kitchen. it’s fairly dimly lit, just a few candles spread out and some soft lighting, seeping in from the living room. he notices you perched on the counter, coffee mug in hand as you’re taking a sip. 

it takes him a moment, through bleary, sleep deprived eyes, to notice that you’re there, awake. “hey nialler”, you speak quietly, with a small smile on your face. he lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he makes his way over to you. he wordlessly wraps you up in his arms, tucking his face in your neck. he squeezes you tightly, breathing in your sweet scent. a mix of your honey scented shampoo, lavender body wash, plus the lingering coffee and it’s just so you. he holds you tighter, afraid that you might slip away if he lets go of you.

your arms are wrapped around his body, one hand snaking into his hair, holding him close to you. you’ve been strong the last few months, keeping yourself busy. the less you think of him, the less you can miss him. but now that he’s here, his arms wrapping your tiny frame, you realize just how terribly hard this time away from him has been. he’s your security blanket. his body wrapping yours up, his scent, his soft hair, it’s everything you didn’t know just how badly you needed.

you gently leave traces of kisses over his shoulder, giving his hair a little tug. he looks up at you, his eyes a little red, with the remnants of tears in them. 

you look at him a bit confused, running the pads of your thumbs under his eyes to collect any bits of tear drops left behind.

“what’s wrong ni ? this is a happy moment, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, pecking the tip of his nose.

he lets out a little breathy chuckle, shaking his head, “ it’s the happiest moment,” he sighs contently. “hello my beautiful girl,” he mumbles, softly pressing his lips to yours.

you return the kiss, slotting your lips with his, letting them drag together lightly. you both try to convey just how much you missed each other, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

you both pull apart, giving his bottom lip an extra little suck as you rest your forehead against his. “seriously ni, why the teary eyes?” you ask again.

he huffs a little bit of air, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as his thumb strokes your cheek. “i think it’s all just crashing hard. didn’t realize how much i missed ya, petal. how much this feels more like home than any of my actual houses”, he chuckles. “i’m so sorry i was gone so long, i promise it’ll never be like that again,” he mumbles, eyes locking with yours.

you can feel how much power he’s trying to put behind those words. how much he wishes it were true. but you both knew that neither of you had control over his schedule.

your hands cup his jaw, thumbs rubbing his cheeks as you give him a small smile. your hands trail down his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms. you give his hands a squeeze as you lock eyes with him again. “ni, don’t make promises you can’t keep. this was honestly harder than i thought it was gonna be, and i really don’t wanna bring my hopes up,” you murmur. “and fuck, also, please don’t ever apologize for doing what you love,” you add with a little more vigour. 

you decided long ago that no matter what would happen with niall, you would never get in the way of him doing what he loves. 

he pulls you into him, squeezing you tightly again, a lump forming in his throat. he realizes in that moment, that he had been so focused on not letting this become something that could potentially break his heart, that he had been breaking it himself. he knew what kind of girl you were, he knew that you were exponentially different than the others, and hearing you say those words broke him. 

“i’m keeping my promise,” he whispers into your neck. “i’ll fly you around the world if i have to, we are never going 3 months without seeing each other again. that’s a fucking promise, petal.”

he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to keep you as close as possible. 

this kiss felt different. you knew it in your heart, there was no going back. a silent agreement that this was it. you were both going to let this happen, you simply couldn’t stop it anymore. 

he grips you under your legs, hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you upstairs. he nibbled on your neck the entire way, peaking over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t bumping into anything. 

he laid you down on the bed, getting on top of you, kissing you deeply. your hands ran down his back, slipped under his shirt and rubbed over his smooth skin. you felt shivers trailing behind your fingers, making you smile softly into the kiss. 

he breaks away from your lips, rolling onto his side next to you, pulling you into him, his fingers scratching lightly at your scalp, face buried into your hair. you grip his hip, pulling him infinitely closer to you, making him chuckle lightly, “the sun’s coming up love, and as much as i want this, m’fucking exhausted. and m’sure you are too. how about a little nap now and later i’ll wake ya up with my mouth on you?”

you whimper, throwing your leg over his waist, digging your heel into his ass, needing him so badly. needing the closeness and the intimacy you’ve been so intensely craving over the last few months.

he chuckles again, this time a little more breathily, his cock twitching at being pressed up against your heat for the first time in so long. “not tired darling?” he hums.

“m’exhausted,” you mumble. “but i need to feel you close ni.”

he hums, nodding his head, understanding how you feel. tonight is so so different for both of you. you can feel the shift of lusty flirting and needy sex to the strong passionate need you both have for each other. the kind of love where all your insecurities don’t matter because you have each other.

he taps your arm lightly, sitting himself up in bed, “got an idea pet,” he smiles, taking all of his clothes off and getting under the blankets. “join me?” 

you look at him questioningly, shimmying your clothes off. you weren’t about to say no, but still, “thought you were too tired?”

“m’not fuckin ya yet,” he chuckles. “but i want to feel close too. are ya wet petal?” he hums against your ear as you slip under the blankets as well. 

you whimper again, closing your eyes. you absolutely loved when he called you petal. he smiles knowingly, his mouth and fingers lightly trailing over your skin. from your jaw to your neck, down your shoulders and in the valley of your breasts. he pauses his mission for a moment, giving some attention to your left nipple while his fingers work at your right one. he sucks gently, leaving little nips, watching your head fall back, letting out a breathy moan, “missed your mouth on me.” 

you grip his hair, tugging a bit at the roots, making a mental note to ask him to keep growing it a tiny bit. the thickness of his locks with the current swoopy look was enough to get you going. 

he smirked up at you, pulling away from your chest. he kisses you again, nibbling on your bottom lip, “hmm love kissing you. it’s fucking intoxicating.”

you moan against his mouth as his fingers start gently swiping over your slit. he’s not using any pressure, letting his fingers slowly swirl around your opening, collecting your wetness.

“missed me love?” he hums, making you nod your head. “think you’re wet enough” he adds, pulling his fingers away. you whine at the loss, until he grips your thigh, pulling you flush to him. 

you’re both facing each other, laying on your sides, your leg thrown over his waist, his semi hard cock pressing against you.

he kisses you again, having missed the feel of your lips so badly. he reaches around you to grip his cock, pressing the head against you, making you moan into his mouth, your hips bucking instinctively to feel more of him. 

he slowly bottoms out, his cock fully settled inside you. your head is spinning at the feel of him. you had used some toys while he was away, but nothing compares to the warm feeling of real flesh inside you. 

you’re seeing stars, gripping onto him tightly as he grunts out, “fuck, petal, i can feel you throbbing.” 

you breathe heavily, digging your face into his neck, so overwhelmed with emotion that you start trembling lightly. 

niall rubs your back soothingly, his cock buried deep inside you, staying completely still, murmuring in your ear, “s’just me love. m’right here with you - fuck, you’re so warm,” he breathes out. “does it feel good pet? you’re trembling.”

you breathe out a whiny moan into his neck. “christ niall, i can’t stop squeezing around you. s’so so good. so close to you ni, s’fucking good” you babble, your head a little fuzzy.

“i feel you love,” he hums. “m’not going anywhere. can sleep like this, yeah ? stay nice and close.”

you nod, loving being so full. full of him. he’s here, he’s back, and you’re not sure what the next step is, but you know you’re taking it with him and that’s good enough. 

you slowly drift off to sleep, niall humming a soft tune, so incredibly excited to spend the next couple weeks with each other.

Part 2

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Masterlist

[wayfayrr]

it's been declared that my blog is the go-to, to post the drunken late-night (for me anyway) crack fics

anyway this spiraled at 4am on a very long lasting discord call and both myself and @angry-trashcan wrote it in about an hour, it's catboy wild and wars with reader in their home <3 enjoy!

“Wild please for the love of everything holy, get down from the counter top.”  He didn’t listen, instead sitting himself down on top of the stove next. “One day, and one day soon, that thing will be on and burn your bottom. And I will laugh.”

“Not when you’re the one facing the bills.”

“Link.”

“Yes, my partner in crime?”

He’s not moving any time soon unless I do something, and it’s not like I don’t already know he’s incredibly light. Lifting him up so that he can wrap his legs and arms around me is easy enough. 

“See? Isn’t that so much better already?”

 “Better for you and your wallet maybe-”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” He laughed, a hand to the back of his head, ears twitching wildly.

I looked at him for a hard moment, eyes running over his face. “Uh-huh.” I rolled my eyes playfully, turning back to the stove. “I’m gonna make dinner. Can you go get Wars and tell him it’ll be done quickly so hurry it up.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Hmm? But I thought you didn’t like me holding you?”

His grip got a little tighter at that, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck like he’s trying to get as close as possible and succeeding. 

“When did I say that?”

“Well with your little comment about my wallet?”

“You know what I meant.”

The way he ended that with a small nip at my collarbone is proof enough of his words.

His feet hit the floor and he turned towards the living room to go get Wars. At least, I thought he was. The loud scream of the other boy’s name startled me, getting a scream of my own to carry through the house. 

“Wild!”

His shoulders rose to his ears, face bright red as he slowly turned back to face you. “...yes?”

“I asked you to go get him not shout for him, I could’ve done that from here.”

Not even words, just a redfaced pout as he turned to run off to go and wake him up from his very likely nap. Then seconds later he simply comes back out of breath and makes grabby hands at me to pick him back up. Not that I can say no, but he’s gotta start learning better manners. 

“You’re spoiled rotten I hope you know that.”

He hums out a happy noise as I pick him up to let him wrap his legs around my waist once again. “You better be helping me with dinner if you’re going to hang off of me like this.”

“Why would I do that?”

I rolled my eyes again, glancing over to see Wars coming into the kitchen. “Dinner will be done soon. Would be quicker if someone would let me cook.”

A gasp. “I am your moral support! You wouldn’t be able to make dinner without me!”

“I wouldn’t be able to make a dinner without hair in it, maybe.”

“I think you know full well that I could.”

“Mmh… full well you could what?”

Oh he really was asleep then, and now he’s winding his arms around me where wild isn’t clinging onto me. Great, I’ve got even less movement to cook properly now. The feeling of his purrs as his head is on my shoulder is nice though.

“Wars please, not you too.”

“Do you really not like it love?”

“I didn’t say that, did I?”

“I kinda sounded like it.”

“Wild, not you too.” I sighed, reaching down to turn off the stove. “Fine, let's order take out. Come on now, to the couch.”

Wild practically leapt off of you, rushing to get the best spot on the couch before Wars could. 

“Can we get seafood?” Wars mumbles.

“Would I dare try to feed either of you anything else?”

“I don’t know, I’d like to try some of that fancy wagyu sometime.”

“Wild.”

“Yes?”

“No.”

[sunny-mercya]

Nightlife Drive

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

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Summer this year had been nasty hot and dry, leaving the air throughout the day like a cough. The Nights though, they were filled with humidity and more than once occasionally cool breeze—which gushed through and making up for the sweaty days.

It's summer nights—the late nights of midnight till dawn—like these, which are meant for a casual stroll or drive on the empty streets and city. It was a vibe of its own, an aesthetic of atmosphere to an unexplainable feeling to experience at least once in life.

The Radio—the local station had a field trip with tonights playlist, playing songs from Blondie, Madonna, Michale Jackson and so on—was turned up on full volume, blasting the current song of Murder on the dance floor and right next up, they said, ABBA's Dancing Queen would be played—and if they then played Footloose too, the party mood of tonight would be perfect.

Winning Stu over to dance with you to the current songs, was rather easy as he too—just like yourself—liked to dance. You tried to pull Billy in as well, knowing from experience he was capable of dancing, but he swatted you playfully away and setting out your guys late night order from Pizza-Hut on the picknick table.

It had been Stu who had the idea of this little trip. He wanted another nights out as the last one had been too long ago—actually that was two weeks ago, but Stu liked to make it a bit more exaggerated than necessary—thus Stu had whined about it all weeks to you and Billy till you both carved in.

So now, here you were with your two boyfriends, on top of one of those sightseeing hills, after driving a bit around through vast streets—where the view over Los Angles, Angel City it had been nicknamed—part of the State you belong to and call home—was magnificent and breathtaking as ever, with nights sky—heavenly filled with stars—and the many lights, like little dots, from the City which illuminate it like fairy dust.

Billy sipped on his cold cola, smiling at the sight of you dancing. Just seeing you and Stu so cheerful carefree, was like a drug of relaxation for him—lifting stress from his shoulders, Billy didn't realise he had.

Besides school and planning the heist of an upcoming legacy slaughter, nights like these were the best and to be cherished—just like the mornings after sex.

»C'mon loser's, get your asses over here and eat the Pizza«

Stu was the first, almost skipping towards the table and instantly started to devour the food. You on the other hand twirled around one last time, swaying your hips to the beat of song, which nears its end and fading out, before you sat down at the table too.

»Next time we're getting Burgers«

»No way Stu, it's gonna be Pizza again«

»I might agree on Pizza with [Nickname], but I'm more a man for Pasta«

»How about, the next time we're having a nights out, we're getting all three?« they both agreed to your suggestions.

~~~

It's way past midnight now, the clock nearing its 4AM mark. The temperature had gone down and up here on the hill, the cool air of night did felt a bit freezing.

Laying onto a thick fluffy blanket under the starry filled sky, in between the arms—which engulfed you as if you're a Teddy bear—of Billy and Stu, was yet another indescribably feeling.

»How about, once we finished Highschool, we're doing a long ass road trip through California all the way to wherever you wish?« suggested Billy in a whisper, pecking the corner of your lips with his own.

»Sounds like a damn good plan, love«

Because a road trip through the states is such a wishful high fantasy dream—of a long forgotten decade in a past you felt nostalgic romantic about it—that you really looked forward to it, to make it actually happen.