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

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?

[scottstiles]

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

[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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[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.)

[bobasbn]

a flame that ignited fire (2)

1.6k words again | Sylus achieved his goal and is finally having a daughter but now he must deal with his wife's pregnancy cravings. Read part one <- here

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“Are you alright, my love? Is the pillow fluffed up to your liking? Should I get you some snacks? Do you want anything else?” Sylus asks you profusely. He’s been nothing but attentive and worrisome ever since you were confirmed to actually be pregnant. 

Sylus was driven to tears when you showed him a positive pregnancy test after all his effort to convince you that a baby is just what you two need. It’s been six months since then, you haven’t gotten the chance to even feel any discomfort without Sylus swooping in and pampering you with every available resource he has. 

“Everything’s fine, thank you,” you say with a smile. You hold onto Sylus’s hand, your thumb gently turning the wedding band on his finger. All you wanted to do was lounge on the couch and watch a movie but your husband refused to let you move without him preparing the couch for your maximum comfort. 

Sylus lowers himself to his knees in front of the couch, resting his elbows up right beside you. His eyes have been carrying a certain sparkle to them lately, an undeniable softness has been gracing his features, reminiscent of the way he looked at Riley when he realised that the baby wasn’t afraid of him. 

“I’ve been having the tendency to be… overbearing,” Sylus admits sheepishly. His hand raises to smooth your hair back in a soothing manner. ��Just tell me if you need me to just shut up and leave you alone.” He reminds you. He’s more than aware of his new habit of pampering you to an almost overwhelming degree sometimes. It’s endearing for the most part except for the select few times where your mood was naturally sour due to the pregnancy and you had chided Sylus for not giving you space. 

“You know I will,” you joke, admiring the way Sylus has been stealing your pregnancy glow. You definitely envy it, the way his skin has been glowing and eyes glistening. You always thought it was the pregnant lady who was supposed to have that shine laid upon her skin, not her husband who is far too elated to be a father. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. He never fails to remind you of that either. “My precious girls.” Sylus gently rubs his hand over your pregnancy bump. Along with being driven to tears once he found out you were pregnant, his waterworks started up again when you found out you were going to have a daughter. You swear he’s been bearing the larger half of the emotional instability and moodiness between you two. 

A girl is exactly what you were wishing for. The idea of giving Sylus a daughter that will melt down his tough exterior and bring out this vulnerable side like this is heartwarming. 

Sylus stayed home because he was feeling worried after you had expressed your discomfort in your lower back. He prepared hot water bottles, fluffed up all your pillows and catered to your every request. 

“Aren’t you tired? You’ve been awake all day,” you ask Sylus as you climb back into bed. After an adventurous day of laying on the couch on this bright weekend, you’re back in bed. 

“Truthfully, I’m a little fatigued. But it’s nothing that I can’t handle,” Sylus says, but he’s already sitting up in bed with his hands folded in his lap. His eyes look like they’ll fall shut at any moment now. 

You fix the blanket over your body. You’re just about to say something back to Sylus but when you look back at him, he’s already snoozing away. You can’t help but chuckle. Of course he pretended as if staying up all day didn’t bother him at all. 

You relish in the moment of silence that lulls you to sleep in the peaceful atmosphere of the room. 

In the early hours of the morning, about 4am, you’re jolted awake by your own senses. 

You were feeling warmer even though the temperature of the room hasn’t changed. A sudden itch prickles around your abdomen and you feel some discomfort from the position you ended up in while sleeping. You lean over to turn the lamp on your bedside table on, feeling yourself involuntarily becoming more awake. To top it all off, you have a hunger for something cold. Cold, sweet and fruity, slightly floral. You smack your lips, noticing that your husband isn’t up and around like he usually would be at this time. 

Despite not abiding by his usual sleep schedule, he’s still an incredibly light sleeper and his scarlet eyes are soon open and adjusting to the dim lighting. 

“Sweetheart? Are you alright?” He husks, his deep voice almost inaudible from just waking up. He stretches his arms out, his muscles flexing as he props himself up. 

“I’m not feeling good,” you admit. Sylus immediately becomes alert. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“I’m hot, I’m itchy, uncomfortable and I want blueberry lavender ice cream,” you list out your issues. Your husband’s fingers touch your cheeks, noting the slight warmth to them. 

“Blueberry lavender ice cream? Where would I find that at… 4 in the morning?” He inquires out loud, already planning on how he’ll fulfill your craving at this ungodly hour. 

You shrug your shoulders, your mind running a bit too rampant about all the negative things you’re experiencing and not caring at all for the new quandary you’ve imposed on your husband. He gently rubs your back as you stiffly sit up, your joints feeling as if there’s something jammed between the sockets. 

“I’ll be right back,” Sylus assures. His tiredness from just a moment ago disappears in a blink as he walks out of the room. Soon enough he comes back and props a hot water bottle behind your back and adjusts your pillow to make you more comfortable. 

“Ice cream…” You mutter, clutching to the fabric of his shirt. The more you were awake, the more you craved the cold, sugary treat. You felt as if you would die without the ice cream you desire, like your stomach will simply twist up and kill you. 

“Of course,” he responds and immediately nods his head. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before heading out on his exploration for ice cream, specifically blueberry lavender ice cream which isn’t just found anywhere. Sylus has never run so fast in his life for something so trivial as ice cream. He knows he’s on limited time but the task isn’t an easy one, and every convenience store he stops by doesn’t have this specific flavour. 

You rest your head against the pillow supporting your neck, shifting a bit as you absentmindedly rub your hand over your pregnancy bump. This daughter of yours is already giving you such a hard time before she’s even been born. She already has her father running mindlessly through the streets to fulfill her every whim. 

Half an hour goes by and your cravings do not settle at all. If anything, they’re growing stronger. You try to distract yourself with your phone but everything is swirling into blue and purples hues, breaking into mosaics and forming the image of blueberry and lavender in your mind. It’s driving you insane. 

The door almost breaks down when Sylus makes his return and he immediately starts making a big clatter downstairs which catches your attention. You tried to ignore it for the first few minutes but your curiosity grew to know if he ended up getting the ice cream or not. You muster up all the strength you can to push yourself off the bed and you pad downstairs curiously to see what your husband is up to. 

To your surprise, when you enter the kitchen you’re met with the sight of Sylus handling an ice cream machine. A violet mixture churns in the machine, looking like the product of all your wishes right now. 

“You’re making ice cream?” You lean your head against his arm, earning a kiss on the head from him. 

“I couldn’t find it anywhere. But, fresh ingredients will taste much better,” Sylus says calmly. He had gone ahead and bought the raw ingredients just to make the ice cream you want at home. Despite being married to him for a significant amount of time, he still finds ways to make your heart melt. 

You watch the ice cream being mixed for a few more minutes before he opens the lid to get a peek of the creation inside. You couldn’t resist swiping a finger through the smooth cream, taking a taste and your body instantly rests as you do. All the senses in your mind that were screaming for blueberry lavender ice cream were silenced the moment you finally got access to the fruitful, floral treat. 

“Yes, this is it,” you nod. Even though the ice cream wasn’t set, it was calling your name. You served yourself a large bowl with every drop of the ice cream that Sylus made for you. You brought the bowl back to bed with you, your husband following behind closely like a puppy making sure that this was enough to satiate your craving. 

“Is it good, sweetheart?” He asks. You hold up a spoonful of the ice cream to his mouth, it’s more cream than ice. He takes a bite, eyebrows raising with delight. 

“I’ve been waiting my entire life for this,” you murmur. You hog the rest of the bowl, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into your mouth as your husband watches with a sense of admiration for you. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, a small smile on his face.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” he gently taps his finger against your nose. His eyes flit down to your belly. 

“I can’t wait to meet her,” he whispers, his eyes full of wonder. He wouldn’t get annoyed even if he had to fly to the ends of the Earth to satisfy your cravings. It all didn’t matter as long as he was helping you feel better, and that he was getting closer everyday to meeting his daughter. 

He was already ready to give up everything to take care of you two, his girls, his entire world. You two were definitely going to be spoiled rotten by Sylus. 

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[little-miss-apple]

jealous hard hot steamy rough sex??? 😫😫😫😫

((oh hell yeah! obvious CW// for jealous and rough sex. probably lots of mistakes bc it's almost 4am and I did not reread to check so bear with me.. also did not do the fancy coloured words for now bc its a pain in the butt... also this takes place at a time where they are aware of their own and eachothers feelings but arent "exclusive" yet, just to clarify))

It is no secret that you love getting a rise out of Caleb. It's not often that you get to see his carefully curated persona crack. Even when he's upset, he's not one to raise his voice against you.

But today you did it. You made him loose his temper. And now he's dragging you back home by your wrist, refusing to let you go.

It had started a few days ago when ran into an old college friend in Skyhaven. Jeremy and you couldn't hang out that often back then due to conflicting schedules, but now he had a few days of work and you were taking a holiday in Skyhaven anyway.

Jeremy had always been a bit wilder than most, enjoying parties every week, getting drunk on school nights and violating campus rules from time to time. Nothing changed, Jeremy was still the same guy he was back then, just with a big boy job now.

Caleb felt a bit off when he first met him, maybe it was his possible bad influence or maybe how comfortable he was touching you right in front of him. But you seemed to allow it and he didn't want to start a fight with a stranger in front of you.

His annoyance kept growing everytime you got a message and would giggle, engrossed in the conversation on your phone.

"who's that, pipsqueak?"

"oh.. just Jeremy!"

"what did he say?"

"nothing.. nothing..." you'd dismiss him, still giggling.

His emotions boiled over when he came home late at night one day, finding nothing but a note on the kitchen table.

'out with Jeremy, will be back by 12am :)'

It was already well past 2 A.M. and you weren't picking up your phone. Frustrated he opens his tracking app as a last resort. He had told himself not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary, but right now felt more than necessary.

He is still in uniform when he stalks into the club. Some people give him weird looks, but he can't be bothered to care. All he cares about is finding you and getting you out of here.

Thankful for his convenient height, he looks over people's heads until he finds you on the dance floor, Jeremy's body practically glued to yours as you dance under the flickering neon lights.

Suddenly you're snatched away by your arm. Dragged outside the club by a familiar figure. The bouncers, who Caleb had threatened earlier when they didn't want to let him in initially, shamefully look away, tails between their legs.

"Get in." are the first words he speaks the second you get to the car. There is no room for discussion as he basically forces you into the car with the use of his evol before making his way over to the drivers side.

He doesn't say a word as he starts the car and speeds off. Luckily the roads are empty because even you feel a bit nervous at his current speed, but deep down you know he would never put you in danger.

The ride home is quiet, a thick and obvious tension in the air and even if you're a little tipsy, you know now isn't the time to start a fight.

When you arrive at his apartment, he doesn't waste time. And now he's dragging you back home by your wrist, refusing to let you go.

"you're being too rough..." you mutter once inside. He looks at you with angered, darkened eyes, brows furrowed. Yet he let's out a sigh and loosens his grip. He doesn't want to hurt you, he can't.

"Don't go out with him again. Matter of fact, give me you phone. I will block him for you."

"what? no... i don't wanna."

"He is clearly a bad influence, you can't hang out with him again!"

"You don't get to choose that for me, Caleb!" you argue back.

He let's out a deep sigh, closing his eyes as he tries to suppress his emotions by himself, not wanting that damned chip to take over.

He steadies himself, his tone calmer and more composed.

"He was all over you, he was touching you in ways he shouldn't, I don't want you to see him again."

"...or what?"

That's it. You've done it now.

Before you even realise what has happened, you are slung over his shoulder as he stalks into his room and throws you on his bed, hoping you don't notice the way he softens your landing with his evol.

"Your safe word is apple. I don't plan on being soft or gentle, so use it when you need it." he says as he practically rips of his uniform until he's wearing nothing but his pants.

He reaches down, untying the ribbons of your lace up heels as he mutters some some words in frustration.

"You're always defying me lately. I'm trying to take care of you, I'm trying to make you as comfortable as possible and hold myself back... yet you're out there grinding on some guy I don't even know... it's pissing me off!"

You scoff. He's pouring his heart out and you fucking scoff.

He pushes you back down to the bed and yanks down the top of your strapless party dress. He hovers over your exposed breasts, hunger evident in his eyes before he surges down, capturing one of your nipples between his lips, sucking and licking the bud while his hand kneads your other breast.

You feel the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair but your hands are held above your head by his gravity evol.

He switches nipples, making sure both get equal attention. He loves the sound of your moans, the way you wither under him and desperately try to rub your thighs together.

He detaches his mouth from you breast, instead leaving marks all around the area. Light bites and purple marks are forming as he ravishes your skin, fondly looking at the art he's leaving behind.

"will he still touch you if my marks are all over your skin?"

He gets up, standing between your legs as he allows you to sit up. You're eye to eye with the tent in his pants. He pulls down the zipper, eyes never leaving your nervous ones.

"Suck." he commands when he fully pulls out his thick and hard member, his veins throbbing at the sight of you, his tip a muted pink and leaking precum. "If it's too much, tap my thigh."

Though as caring as ever, he leaves no room for objection as he slides his cock into your mouth. But you're struggling, mouth dry from the alcoholic drink you had earlier.

His thumb and pointer finger hold your soft cheeks as he leans down and tells you; "open up." You obey but are taken aback when he spits in you mouth, helping you lubricate before shoving his throbbing cock back into your mouth.

He gently fucks into you, hand on the back of your head as you can't help but gag a bit. But you don't tap out. Instead you feel yourself growing wetter at the lewd sounds leaving his lips and the way his face contours in pleasure as swirl your tongue over and around his member.

He looks down into your pleading eyes. It's clear you want to make him feel good and for a moment he debates on cumming in your mouth, making you swallow his seed, but he decides against it.

"Can't waste a drop when your pretty pussy hasn't even been touched yet..." he mumbles to himself more than to you.

You're pushed back down on the bed as Caleb now fully tug down you dress, leaving you in nothing but your black, lace panties with a little pink bow in the front. He lifts your legs over a shoulder as he slowly slides the off, revealing your wet hole ready for him.

He spreads your legs, after not so subtly slipping your panties into his back pocket for later, and enjoys the view of you practically leaking onto his sheets. Embarrassed by how exposed you are and how hungrily he's staring at your entrance, you try to cover yourself with your hands, but they are quickly restrained by his evol again.

"Nuh-uh... I can look at what's mine all I want..." he growls.

He puts your legs on either sides of his head, resting them on his strong shoulders as he takes his cock and slides it along your wet folds in a teasing manner. A shaky moan leaves your lips and it makes him feral.

No longer having the patience to tease you, he stretches you out with his thick cock, not stopping until he bottoms out fully. You're already clenching around him, trying to adjust to his big size.

"fuck... you feel so good, sweetheart..." he says as he slides out and slams back in. You squeal when his balls hit you, over and over again.

"He could never make you feel like this... only I can! this pussy was made for me, you know that right, pretty girl?" he grunts as his pace increases. you mumble an unintelligible agreement as he pushes you legs to you chest, hitting angles you didn't even know were possible.

You feel a strange warmth bubbling in the pit of you stomach. Your whole buddy begins to tingle from the tips of your toes up to the top of your head. You clench around his length as you come hard, spitting out mumbles that resemble his name.

He rides out your orgasm, not pulling out until your stuttering clenches have stopped.

You're about to close your eyes when you are suddenly turned around, on your hands and knees before he pulls your upper body against him.

"You thought I was done with you? after what you've been putting me through these past few days?" He scoffs as he aligns himself with your entrance again, one of his muscular arms snaking around you neck, keeping your face nestled between his muscles.

"I'm far from done... Gonna make sure your pussy is shaped like my cock, so no one else will ever feel as good and filling as I do. Gonna make you cum so hard, all you'll remember is my name and how good I make you feel. Gonna fuck you so good, you're legs will be like jelly so you can't run away from me..." His free arm sneaks around your waist as his fingers find their way to your clit.

He pushes in again. Your thighs are already weak, but the way he has trapped you makes it impossible to to escape your position and all you can do is hold on to his muscular arm. He smoothly falls into a quick and ruthless pace.

If your brains weren't getting fucked out right this moment, you'd probably think about how grateful you are Caleb doesn't have any neighbours, because the ungodly sounds you're making are loud. Moans, groans, curses, mumbles and eachothers names echoe through the room.

He's rough but it feels so good and the way his calloused fingers rub your clit is making you see stars.

"C-caleb! Gonna.. gonna cum!" you say as you feel that familiar feeling spread through your limbs again.

"Go ahead, baby... Cum on my cock, yeah? want your juices dripping all over it... want you to say my name, tell me you're mine alone..." his strained voice reveals he's not far from cumming himself.

The heat and tingles spread all throughout your body, even harder than the first time.

"I'm yours, Caleb! Only yours... oh my gosh... All yours, Caleb-!" the words leave your lips like a chant before turning into a mumbled mess as you cum again. You're clenching onto him so hard, sucking him in in a way that milks his own orgasm out of him.

You feel your juices mixing inside of you as he fucks both of you through it. The room is spinning and specs of light blur your vision. Your body goes limp in his embrace, but he doesn't let you down until he completely emptied himself inside you.

When he has nothing left to give, he pulls out with a plop. He gently lays you down on his pillow. Your brain is mush and you struggle to conjure up any real words. Caleb laughs softly as he shushes you; "it's okay pipsqueak, I gotcha'.. just lay down for now, okay? I'll get you some water and clean you up, yeah?"

He takes care of you as diligently as ever, wiping you down with a warm, wet towel, bringing you a glass of water and making sure you're okay before sliding into the bed next to you. He pulls you into his chest, gently stroking your hair as you listen to his calming heart beat.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

"no... just a bit weak and sleepy..."

He let's out a soft, relieved laugh.

"'m sorry if I was rough.. just wanted to remind you you're mine..."

"did you ever doubt that?"

He is quiet for a moment.

"no... but I didn't like seeing that guy so close to you, touching you like that... he enjoyed it way too much..."

You snort.

"I doubt you'll have to worry about that... I'm not exactly his type."

"How could you not be? have you seen you-"

"He's not into girls, Caleb..."

There's a moment of silence.

"...oh."

You laugh as the realisation hits.

"besides.. even if he was, it wouldn't matter... because I'm yours, only yours..." you whisper as your eyes close and you drift into a soft slumber in your lovers arms.

"yeah, you are..." He says as he kisses your forehead. "...and I am yours."

03:11 A.M.

Jeremy: are u okay? he seemed really mad...

Jeremy: I just wanted to scare away that creep but seems I caught two flies with one stone lmao

Jeremy: u better tell me everything over coffee tomorrow ;)

[ashen-char]

expensive cars never took me where you do

my masterlist, to check out my other works, is here

ship: anora mikheeva (anora) x gender neutral reader

summary: being a mechanic dating a stripper is hard because you never get to spend enough time together. so anora spends a day in your garage.

word count: 3000+

notes: requested here. enjoy!

With your respective jobs, your schedules don't allow much time to be together. Not much overlap when you're in the garage from 8-6 every week day, while Ani's out from 5pm to the late morning stripping. Weekends, your main time for relaxation, were HQ's busiest times. As such, you had to make the most of the time that you did get. No more meal prepping for Ani when she gets home, for example. You took it upon yourself to whip stuff up for her to take to work in her trusty Tupperware, saving you two some much-needed cuddle time. Plus, you loved the awed look on her face whenever you made her favourite meals, the way she'd dance and hum happily when you let her taste-test it.

The train blares its horn, rattling Ani's entire room as it passes by. Cheap rent, Ani had explained the first time you stayed over and jerked awake to the sound, startled by the sudden noise and movement. She hadn't even opened her eyes, just stayed cuddled up on your chest. She's used to it. Even after months of dating her, it wakes you up everytime, which makes Ani laugh, teasing and calling you 'Princess and the Pea' for being so sensitive. So right now you're wide awake, checking your phone to see if she'll be home soon.

wifey💕: on the subway now! keep the bed warm 💋

You smile, sending back a kiss of your own. "stay safe," you type.

It's 4am when Ani slips into the room. Her harsh expression (or resting bitch face as she sometimes refers to it as) softens when she sees you, and she quickly sheds her coat, scarf, and beanie as well. "Why are you still up, dummy? You're gonna fall asleep on the fuckin' job, I swear..." she chastises.

"Sorry, babe," you whisper, stretching and shifting over to your side of the bed to let Ani into the sheets. "I knew you were coming home soon is all. Wanted to see you come in."

Your sleep shirt, like most of your clothes really, has these distinct splotches of oil on them. Made worse by your bad habit of wiping your hands on whatever's around. After years in the garage, you've learned to not bother with trying to keep clothes looking clean. The very worst of them get turned into rags or purely as sleep clothes since you don't like wasting anything. 'Waste not, want not' is a deeply-rooted mantra from when you didn't have the money to dispose and replace things so easily.

"I'm just saying." Ani shrugs, slipping the rest of her clothes off too. Fluid in her movements, as if her commute clothes were made to be taken off just like her HQ attire.

Your eyes trail over her frame appreciatively, taking in the rose tattoo at her ribcage that makes you smile, or the slight muscle of her core and arms. She's fit. She needs to be to work the pole like that, but can't put on too much muscle to turn away the knuckleheads that frequent Headquarters. Stupid but it brings in the dough, as Ani would say.

"Don't blame me if you smash your finger in a door again 'cause you weren't paying attention," she says, giggling when she throws her tank top at you. You catch it, give it a deep sniff. "God, you're so gross!" Ani complains. There's that laugh you were looking for.

"I'm not that clumsy." You frown, but it's hard to keep on when she's giggling like that. "It just clipped me, I didn't lose a nail or anything."

After slipping one of your larger shirts on - which almost comically swallows up her frame - she finally slips in beside you. You kiss Ani's cheek, and let her cuddle into you. Even if you know you smell of grease and gasoline and she's gonna cuss at you and say you need a shower. Burrowing her nose into the crook of your neck, she inhales you deeply, letting your scent fill her lungs. With the way she hums, you know she's content. Soothed. Letting the night melt away, all the pressures of the club or the bullshit from Diamond. She doesn't have to be on, not when she's here with you.

"Some of your body glitter's still on ya," you tell her. Your finger dabs at the corner of Ani's neck, which must have been missed by her makeup wipes.

She shivers at the contact. You used to be insecure of the fact that your hands feel like sandpaper but Ani sure seems to love it. One time she told you it was weird that you've never seen her as 'Ani'. The way she is in the club, she meant. No makeup, no heels, no cute little outfits. Of course, she likes to glam up when you two do make the time to go out on dates, but it's not similar to what she puts on for the club. Doesn't have to think about balancing the right amount of cling to show off her assets with the ease of removal.

With you, Ani said she felt like the girl she was before all this. Before the club, before Vanya, before the glitter and glam. There's nothing sexy about your lives, really. Both of them working shit jobs, living paycheck to paycheck. But for some reason, she found it comforting.

"Well, I missed you."

She's so tired. Never enough sleep, always on the go. But your body is warm and solid and she can relax. Just for a bit. "I missed you too," she mumbles. "Even if you fuckin' stink or whatever."

Ani lifts her head to look at you, eyes soft. "What time you gotta be at work?

"In a few hours," you answer in a groan. You didn't want to be reminded of it. You hate leaving before she wakes up, hate the way her body always tries to cling to you by instinct. Feels wrong, even if you know it's necessary. "The new apprentice, Jon, he still needs to be trained. He keeps texting me dumb ass questions. Like, dude, change the oil, you don't need my permission!"

"Mm I getcha. Like sometimes I show new girls the ropes. I remember Lulu being the newbie once actually," your girlfriend shares. "Poor thing. She was scared shitless when she mixed up a song request and didn't know how to play it off like a pro yet."

Ani tells you about the 'fresh meat' sometimes, how they're usually gone within the month when they realise the gig's not their thing. Usually 18-21, the type of girls that got told they were pretty enough times to want to make some coin off of it but without any dance training to speak of. The established girls do their best to make the space inviting and fun. To guide them to the right classes, how to manoeuvre around the club and look impressive on the pole without getting hurt. But ultimately it's their choice. Leave or stay.

Mostly, your definition of 'training' is trying not to yell at the poor kid, unless it's a safety concern obviously. He's an idiot and fixing his mistakes is a pain in the ass, but you don't want him quitting. It'll be more annoying to find a replacement since you've already spent the last few months making sure he can do shit without your supervision. The garage is small, started off as a glorified chop shop that you converted with some friends,

You must have gotten lost in your thoughts for a while, because Anora laughs at your scowl and shoves you. "Geez, who pissed you off? You're not even listenin' to me now huh?" she complains from her spot on your chest.

"Sorry, sorry. Just the apprentice. Broke a 10mm bolt today."

"Boooo. Speak American. What the fuck is a millimeter." Her eyes roll at the excuse and the metric system, and her sheer... Anora-ness makes your bad mood lift and a smile crack.

Which is where the idea comes from. "Do you have any days off soon?" you ask.

Anora shrugs. "Yeah, this Thursday. Why?"

"I want you to visit the shop! Come on. Didn't you always say you wanted to come and 'see what I do all day'?"

Her nails scrape up your arms, and her words are mumbled and muffled against your chest. A vibrating sensation that tickles you. "What would I even do there though? No offense, I'm sure it's riveting, but you can't exactly entertain me if you're working. Plus, when I said I wanna visit I meant I wanted to drop in sometime, give you coffee or something. Not... what, sit there and look pretty?" Anora laughs at the image, shaking her head against you. It's clear she thinks she'll just be a burden if she comes, that she'll do more harm than good.

"For one, I'd be a lot less stressed explaining myself over and over to him if you were at the shop. I could pretend I'm explaining to you," you say, trying to convince her.

Honestly, the idea of Ani 'sitting there and looking pretty' has already won you over. Who wouldn't want their gorgeous girlfriend there to impress with their mad car skills? You've been dreaming of this moment since you were a teen, fixing up a rusted hunk of a truck. Looking back it's embarrassing, but you were convinced that if you got it up and running, your crush would've swooned and asked you to give her rides to school then and there. Explaining your passion to a beautiful girl, showing off your hard work and how you could help her... it's a fucking dream.

Anora giggles. "Oh, I'm sure. You just wanna flex your mechanic brain and your stupid sexy muscles." Tilting her head up, she flashes those big brown eyes at you and you're gone. She's so heartbreakingly perfect like this. No makeup, bags under her eyes, the natural pout of her lips. Tired, from all the hard work and effort she puts into everything she does.

"Come on, please?" you ask, tilting your head down in response so your forehead meets hers. Skin to skin, gaze to gaze. Her nose presses into yours. "I wanna spend more time with you. I wanna show you what I do. Bonus points that it'll help me not scare off the new kid."

Anora nods sagely, like it's a sacred task you're entrusting to her. Her arms wrap around your neck, keeping you pressed against her. She's definitely not complaining about how you smell now. "Alright, grease monkey. I wanna be wowed."

--

"OK, you might remember this one. That's what I attached my cables to when your car wouldn't start," you say, gesturing to the battery, particularly to the red end in case it looks familiar to her.

To you, it's unforgettable how the normally cool and confident Ani was shaking in her leather boots when you told her to clamp it. Like she thought she'd get electrocuted then and there. Anora grasped you so hard, and your heart thumped at the knowledge that she trusted you'd never let something bad happen to her.

Ani leans against the wall, watching you work under the hood of a car. Her arms are crossed, one foot kicked up behind her, resting against the wall. She's putting on her best 'cool girl' attitude, but inside, you know she's fascinated. You know your shit.

"So, like, what's all this stuff do?" Ani asks, gesturing vaguely at the engine. "It's all just metal and wires and shit to me. Rusted shit."

You chuckles, wiping your hands on a rag before taking hers. "Well, babe, this here's the heart of the car. The engine. Makes it go vroom vroom," you teases, revving an imaginary engine.

Ani rolls her eyes but smiles. "Okay, smartass. But like, what do all the parts do?"

You take the time to point to the different components, explaining in layman's terms. The specific car you're looking at is one from a regular customer, so you've run maintenance on it for years. You tell her stories of the parts you had to replace, especially the shitshow last month when you had imported specific parts from Japan and the apprentice misplaced them.

Ani listens intently, asking questions when she doesn't understand. She grins like she's won the lottery whenever you tell her she asked a great question. You involve Jon too - if it seems like something he should be able to handle, you make him answer it. Correcting him when he gets something slightly wrong, or if you wanted a more detailed explanation. It makes you laugh when Jon messes up his words because Ani is just that gorgeous. As for the complicated ones, you're patient, breaking it down so she grasps the basics.

"So, like, this is why it's important to get your oil changed regularly," Ani says, tapping the oil pan. She's squatting down to watch you as you're laid out on the dolly. "Cuz if it's all gunked up, the engine can't, what, lubricate itself or something? No lube is rough, I get it." She sighs, patting the hood like she's empathising with it.

That makes you chortle, never prepared for Ani's crass jokes or references to your very active sex life. "OK, hold on, no lube has always been your idea!" you protest, giving a weak kick from underneath.

"I didn't say I didn't like it~"

"Alright, masochist." Rolling your eyes now, you focus on her actual observation. "And to your previous point, exactly," you beam, proud of her. "See? You're a quick learner."

Ani preens under the praise. "I got a good teacher."

She helps you out from under the Nissan Tiida, sliding you back out. Work's slow sometimes. The city's got a lower amount of people who own their own cars, and you don't like the monotony of working on the same make over and over, so you don't usually go for fixing up taxis or rented cars. This specific one has been a passion project, something you toy around with when there's not much to do. You've wanted to take it home for a while, but you've been holding off. Not until it's perfect.

"Alright. What's, mm, that one?" Anora asks.

Standing up, you come up behind her, your warm breath on her neck as you lean over to see what she's pointing at. "That's the intake manifold. It brings in the air and fuel mixture the engine needs to run. Sometimes it cracks and leaks out more air than it should."

Ani nods, trying to wrap her head around it. "Okay, I think I get it. So, like, if this thing's fucked up, the car won't run right? Or at least the engine will go fucky."

"Pretty much," you confirm, wrapping your arms around her waist now. Jon's off on a lunch break. You make him go pick up burgers at a spot a few blocks down when the shop's quiet like this. Means less time of him hassling you. "But don't worry, I'll always make sure our ride is in tip top shape."

You press a kiss to her hair. The tinsel in it always falls straight down, which is why Anora straightens her hair every day to make it look right. With you, all natural without anyone else to impress? Her hair's got her natural waves, looking healthy and sleek.

Ani melts into your embrace, leaning her head back against your shoulder. "I know you will, babe. You're the best."

The two of you stand there for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence. You can't help it. You wanna tell her everything, there's a compulsion in you. Then you pull away, taking Ani's hand. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

You lead her to the car you were just working on, opening the driver's side door. It's not flashy, not luxurious or even running perfectly yet. But it's got its charm. The seats are comfortable unlike leather which gets hot quickly, it's surprisingly spacious on the inside, and the wooden look of the interior detailing makes it look and feel cozy.

"What are you-"

"I bought it for us. Out of pocket," you explain, helping Ani into the passenger seat. "It wasn't cheap, but it's been sitting in the shop for months, and I just couldn't let it go to waste."

Ani runs her hands over the dashboard, the textured cream seats. It's not new, but it's been lovingly restored. All by you. No way you'd let Jon touch this. "It's beautiful," she breathes. "Did you do all this?"

You nod. Her awed look makes you push out your chest a little, ego thoroughly inflated. "Most of it. I had a friend look at the AC, but yeah. This is all me, babe."

Ani turns to you, throwing her arms around your neck. "I love it. I love you. You're amazing," she gushes, peppering your face with kisses.

"I figured it was time we had a real car. One that's ours. No more borrowing beaters or taking the subway everywhere. Even if you say it's alright and you like the subway." You return the 'I love you' and pucker your lips for her to kiss.

"Thank you," Ani whispers, cupping your face in her hands. "You're the best partner a girl could ask for. I mean that. Who the fuck fixes up a whole car just to surprise their girlfriend?"

"Anything for you, princess," you murmur against her lips.

"Princess?" Anora playfully shoves you away. "You're fucking high."

But you mean it. You wanna spoil her to the best of your abilities, wanna make her feel like a princess even with your meagre funds and lack of time together. You want to make her feel like the most special girl in the world.

"How about I take you for a spin in our new ride?" you offer. Your hands grip the steering wheel, the polished wood under your hands. "And the best part! No more relying on the subway. I know this isn't exactly rolling in style but..."

Anora shakes her head, taking your hand. It's calloused and rough, but the way she holds it makes you feel like you could be tender in your own way. Makes you appreciate that your hands and hard work is the way you show it, not by blowing cash. "It's perfect," she tells you. "Because you did it, because you wanted to provide. That's all I need."

"Better than the limos Ivan rode you around in?"

Anora rolls her eyes, looking at you like it's a stupid question. Because how could she even compare the two when you're in front of her, giving her everything you can? "No competition, baby. I thought I wanted that, back then, but you're what I was really waiting for."

It's so mushy and vulnerable, coming from her. Just straight from the heart. "I'm nothing special," you attempt to refuse.

"You're the only fucking one who knows what I need. Who gives it to me, no matter what it is," Ani tells you, refusing your refusal. "You've got me. Body and soul."

[rosenclaws]

Baker Logan headcanons

a/n: I'm bored and got baker Logan on the mind sooooo. Here's my thoughts on baker Logan. Gonna have some spicy thoughts too hehe.

Logan needed a job and money bad. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to be working a 9-5 either so he really had to take odd jobs at weird hours. Like security for higher or a bouncer for night clubs

One night on the way home from his bouncer gig he sees a bakery loading up their inventory. It’s like 4am and he’s wide awake. The owner, an older lady who he later learns is named Zelda, was clearly struggling to load the heavy bags of flour and sugar.

Now Logan doesn’t consider himself a nice or even good guy but he sees someone in need of help and his protective instinct just takes over. He goes over and helps the lady. Taking multiple bags in at a time.

When she tries to offer him money he declines. So she offers him a job instead. To have someone like Logan would be a massive help. He doesn’t really see himself as a creator of anything tbh.

He destroys he doesn’t bake bread. But the pay is good and the hours fit his weird sleep schedule. Plus he gets to take home free bread.

He would be so hot 😩. Messy hair, flour on his face. A tight tshirt that shows off all his muscles. Him being a little hot and sweaty from all the work…anyways

Okay so Logan is NOT a people so he is never in the front of house. He doesnt do orders and he sure as hell can’t stand customers.

But one day Zelda who normally ran the front bad to step out for an hour and Logan had to play both front and back. It was a cold rainy day and the bakery was pretty dead after the usual morning rush.

Then you walk through those doors. Logan barely glances up when he hears the jingle of the door. Having to take a double take as he sees such a pretty face in front of him.

Your lips were formed into this perfect pout while you wrestled with your umbrella. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He keeps his cool when he takes your order but he can’t help but smile hearing your laugh. Small talk is normally torture but with you he didn’t mind it.

He totally gives you a pastry for free btw. Claims its a promotional thing but he's so lying. The promotion is buy a drink and get a free pastry if Logan thinks you're cute.

You come back on a pretty regular basis after your first time. Is it to sneak a look at Logan? Yes. Yes it is. He does the same thing anyways. He checks the cameras and happens to sneak out of the back and telling Zelda that "He can take this one."

Ofc Zelda clocks Logan's crush immediately. She has been around for a long time it takes her all of two seconds to see the heart eyes Logan has for you. He gets all soft and he smiles more. She makes comments about it but Logan denies them.

The longer he works for Zelda the more he learns about baking and expands from bread into more sweet things like cake and cupcakes.

He always gives you free treats and samples from the things he's working on. He swears its because they're not good enough to sell or he made too many and he needs to get rid of them but at the start he fully pays for them once you leave.

Eventually Zelda has had enough of Logan pining like a school boy at his old ass age and decides to do something about it. The next time you come in she fully interrogates you about your love life and hyping up Logan.

He's such a sweetheart and he's so strong and handsome. She would tell you after asking if you're single and looking lmao. Shes just a sweet old lady you can't not answer her. She will deadass get your number for Logan.

Okay but her real plot is saying she's offering baking lessons to help with the store (she's not) and the first lesson is free. So she gets you to sign up and tells you to come after hours one night.

Then she goes to Logan and says there's a new trainee who needs help learning the ropes and her knees have been really bothering her lately and asks Logan to teach the trainee this one time.

When you both show up Logan and you realize you've been set up lol. Its cute and awkward when you both realize it. But Logan decides to teach you anyways. The two of you making cupcakes. He would stand behind you and hold your hands to teach you how to pipe frosting onto the cupcakes.

He then offers private baking lessons and the only payment he asks for is a date and it takes you all of 2 seconds to say yes.

some random spicer headcanons below lol

Imagine making out in the back of the shop. Like you're on the counter and he's in-between your legs because he can't keep his hands off of you. His lips are everywhere they can reach and you just never want it to end.

Okay but during your baking lessons he tells you that you have to wear all black and he does too but the real reason is because he likes to see his handprints on your clothes in flour. Specifically the big hand prints on your ass lmao.

Him letting you draw with frosting on his abs but the deal is you have to clean it up and you loveeee cleaning it up.

[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.

[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.”

[panerasbox]

—LIFE’S NOT A GODDAMN ROMCOM; 20 Days To Go

Pairing: melissa schemmenti x fem!reader .

Genre: taking a break from the angst. here’s some sugary sweet fluff. 🍭🍬💕

Word count: 1,074.

summary: inspired by the song “I hate love songs” by Kelsea Ballerini.

30 DAYS OF MELISSA SCHEMMENTI MASTERLIST

Melissa Schemmenti isn’t the kind of woman who does hearts and flowers.

She’s not cold. Just… practical. If you need a ride to the airport at 4AM, she’s there. If your car breaks down, she’s already calling her cousin Vinny to come tow it for free. If someone breaks your heart? She’s at your door with wine, takeout, and a bat.

But handwritten notes? Sappy good morning texts? Playing footsie under the table? That’s not her.

Which is why, when you’re humming some mushy love song under your breath in the breakroom one morning, she mutters, “Ugh, I hate love songs.”

You glance up from your coffee. “Yeah? Why?”

She shrugs, busying herself with the Keurig. “They’re fake. Unrealistic. Like everyone’s in a goddamn romcom. Life’s not like that.”

You smirk. “You’re such a romantic, Schemmenti.”

She rolls her eyes but the corner of her mouth twitches. “You know me.”

You do. You’ve known her for almost two years now. First as a coworker, then as a friend. And lately… something else. Something more.

Melissa has never said it out loud, not directly, but it’s in the little things. The way she always saves you the last jelly donut. The way she drives you home when it’s raining, even if it’s out of her way. The way she watches you when she thinks you’re not looking—soft, guarded, like she’s still not sure she’s allowed to feel this much.

You haven’t pushed. You figured she’d say something when she was ready.

But today, when you’re grading math tests after school and start playing that song again in the background—I hate love songs, yeah I really do…—you get an idea.

You text her.

“Come to my room. Bring wine.”

Fifteen minutes later, she walks in holding a bottle of red and two plastic cups. “This better not be another staff bonding activity.”

You pat the chair next to you. “Relax. I just wanted to hang out.”

Melissa sits, setting the bottle down with a grunt. “Long day. One of my kids tried to staple his sleeve to his desk so he ‘couldn’t be called on.’ Genius move, really.”

You laugh. “Incredible commitment to the bit.”

She pours you both a drink. “Alright. What’s the real reason I’m here?”

You hesitate. Then press play on the song. Kelsea Ballerini’s voice fills the room.

Melissa groans. “Seriously?”

“Just listen.”

She does. Arms crossed. Eyes narrow. You watch her instead of the speaker. Her expression softens just a little when the chorus hits. I hate love songs, but I love you.

“See?” you say. “That’s you.”

Melissa snorts. “The hell it is.”

“Come on,” you tease. “You hate the cheesy stuff. But you still… show up. You care. Quietly.”

She doesn’t answer at first. Just takes a slow sip of wine. Then: “You don’t need a song to know how someone feels.”

“No,” you say. “But it’s nice, sometimes.”

Melissa finally looks at you. Really looks at you. Her voice is low. “You want me to say it?”

“Only if you mean it.”

She sets her cup down. Reaches out. Her fingers brush yours—calloused, steady.

“I hate love songs,” she says. “But I love you.”

Your breath catches. Not from surprise—you’ve known. But hearing it? That’s different.

You squeeze her hand. “Good. Because I love you too.”

Melissa lets out a breath like she’s been holding it in for months. Then she leans in and kisses you—soft and slow, no rush. The kind of kiss that says she means it, even if she’ll never write it in a card.

The song ends, but neither of you notice.

You’re already writing your own.

Melissa tries not to overthink it.

She said I love you. You said it back. That should be enough, right? You didn’t ask her to change. Didn’t ask for flowers or candlelit dinners or any of that stuff she never really got growing up.

But still—she’s trying.

She googles romantic gestures one night and slams her laptop shut thirty seconds later. No way in hell is she doing a picnic in the park. Or, God forbid, writing a poem.

Instead, she shows up to work the next morning with a Wawa bag and a proud look on her face.

You raise a brow. “What’s this?”

“Your stupid fancy yogurt and that granola crap you like. And the iced coffee with oat milk. Which, by the way, is not real milk and tastes like sadness.”

You laugh, pulling the bag toward you. “You went to Wawa before work?”

Melissa shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Figured if I’m dating a hippie, I should at least feed her properly.”

You smile, warm and amused. “This is you trying to be romantic, huh?”

“No,” she says, deadpan. “This is me bribing you to stop playing that song.”

You snort. “Sure, Schemmenti.”

Later that week, she tries again.

This time it’s flowers.

Well. A flower. Singular. From the corner store. Still in the plastic wrap.

She drops it on your desk during lunch and says, “Don’t make it weird.”

You blink at it. Then at her. “Is this a daisy?”

“It might be.”

“It’s half-squished.”

Melissa crosses her arms. “I walked here in the wind, alright? It’s the thought that counts.”

You bite back a grin. “You’re really out here losing your edge for me.”

“I am not—” she starts, then stops. Rubs the back of her neck. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

You stand, tuck the daisy into your hair. “It’s perfect.”

She watches you like she’s trying not to smile. Fails. “You’re such a sap.”

“And yet you love me.”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I really do.”

A week later, you find a sticky note on your laptop. The handwriting’s messy. Definitely rushed.

You looked real pretty today. Just sayin’. Don’t make a thing out of it.

You keep it in your wallet.

She never mentions it.

Romance with Melissa isn’t candlelight and love songs.

It’s gas station daisies, and early morning coffee runs, and her yelling at her niece over speakerphone—“No, you’re not naming the dog Mr. Pickles, that’s idiotic”—and then turning to you with a wink like she didn’t just scream through your whole Zoom meeting.

It’s messy and real and weirdly perfect.

Because every time she tries, even when she fails, it’s her saying I love you again. And again. And again.

And you never get tired of hearing it.

[nvtstvrns]

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.”

[missvelvetsstuff]

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

[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.

[Masterlist]

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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logansargeant: I love you ❤

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alex_albon: We need to do it again soon, also stop trying to steal Lily from me!!

lilymhe: She didn't need to try, she already had me 🤭

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youruser: miss you already, beautiful x

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williamsracing: Our favourite grid couples!!

youruser: Love you guys, next year is our year

williamsracing: You've taught her well logansargeant

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arthur_leclerc: Gross x

youruser: alr just because you don't have a girlfriend doesn't mean you get to run your mouth x

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oscarpiastri: Double date with us next???

youruser: Absolutely!

-The End-

[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)

Masterlist

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”