#But yeah for the shirts I only stopped as I knew I couldn't keep making swatches forever

[lightningzbolt]

Bring Me The Horizon Tees

See I like more than just two bands. I made a lot of swatches of these, like a looooooooot. 171 to be exact.

As you can see here, if I did that much more it would take over the screen. So I can't show them all off but I took a bunch more CAS screenshots to show some more off.

Some have back designs too. Which ones? Well you're gonna have to find out. :^) Since these are just recolors there's nothing special about them or anything extra needed. Some I made over five years ago as some of the first Sims 4 CC I ever made, and in Fact my Sim of Oliver, along with his brother and Kellin, were the first Sims I made in this game when I first started playing it on the last day of 2018. I started making CC less than a day in.

SimFileShare

Below the cut is my journey with updating and fixing my game for Life & Death in case you're interested as I have to tell someone.

So when it came to the Life & Death patches and pack, I was hyped, the pack looked amazing and exactly for me. And well, it is, but also, my game was in a bad state, immense lag when clicking on Sims ingame, and, okay, I was playing as Awsten last when he was my testing Sim, was was Jawn as I had him over at the time, so let me just tell you it took 27 seconds after clicking on Jawn to make the pie menu show up. 27 seconds! It was 17 earlier this year, which is also insane, but I grew used to it. It was not much better clicking on Awsten himself. Pets wasn't so bad, and younger Sims as they got younger were less bad. But. It was bad. So. I tested like every mod combination I could think of. logging down exact number of seconds the delay was every load in, every test. Without mods there was minimal delay, and WITH mods in a fresh save there was even less delay. But I could not seem to figure it out for my longstanding save. So. I did what I hate doing, asking other people. Those helper servers. Mainly as I'm paranoid of having mods they deem as evil and terrible and mad or whatever. But I'm good, I followed the rules of one to make sure any mods I had on the list were not in my game, only a couple. That's fine right? I can show them logs of my game without issue? WRONG! I had something 'bad' in there! That I did not know ahead of time! So fine, that's gone now, can you guys look? Nope, another bad. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME AHEAD OF TIM- okay, it's gone. Now what? 'Oh those bad mods may cause residual damage to your save file so that may be an issue. Also start a new save." Bitch, what? That makes no sense and is unhelpful. So. I spend the next 7 hours just deleting every townie in my save. All of them, minus pets, and minus a few I spared prior for funny names or some other status, Any premades or Sims I made or got from the gallery were skipped, I only deleted randomized townies. Guess what? This helped, a lot. Residual damage from mods my ass. I brought the delay down by over half just by deleting townies. Got it down even more by deleting more mods. Now it's at the best it's been in awhile, 8-12 seconds, which isn't nothing, yes, but it is playable. And now I have a folder in my Mods folder that's called Forbidden Mods. :) And guess what those mods are fine. They don't cause issues. You know what did give me issue before? When I was recommended a mod to try from one of thee helper servers, THAT broke my game. Fucking ass. So lesson learned, rely on nobody, do everything myself, I can fix my game and saves better than anyone else can, and people policing what others can do in their own single player offline games experience is very very stupid. Why is baby grilling funny and okay to have as a mod in Sims 2 but not in Sims 4? Why is it bad in 4? It's all fiction in the end! Baby grilling in Sims 2 is seen as a funny memory of what modding used to be and no one gets offended by it. But I can't do the same in 4 unless I wanna get on a watchlist. Among other things, but damn, it's pixels, it's someone else's game. You can't abuse and hurt pixels, and Sims is a game series where everyone has played it like a monster before. That's part of the fun. But, anyway. Now Jawn is my designated testing Sim, I'm sure he's honored. And I've been in 'testing mode' for the past couple weeks since I got my game back up to snuff. He lives in Copperdale and that world is a lot of nothing so it's not laggy at least. It's a fine place to test. Honestly by testing I am trying to now prevent my game from making townies as much as possible, and it's not really working the way I want, so I'm also just deleting them from my households as I get to it so it won't take 7 hours again to delete 2 thousand again, as spoilers that was how many townies I had deleted. That was HALF the Sims in my save file. TWO THOUSAND TOWNIES.

[darkacademicvibes]

Kiss It Better?

Theodore Nott x Fem!Slytherin Reader

CW: Blood is kind of vividly described, slightly obsessed/dirty minded Theo

Theo entered the Great Hall grumbling.

He sat down grumbling.

And he glared at his utensils grumbling.

You share a look with Pansy, curious and amused, "Theo? What s'a matter?" you ask, leaning in to speak quietly.

The smooth, albeit grumpy italian falling from his lips trails into silence as he glances at your shared friends, unsure whether or not he was willing to tell you - and realistically speaking, the others - about the frankly humiliating situation that had him in such a foul mood.

He knew he was probably being dramatic, but he'd never fucked up like he had this time, and a part of him was deeply - though probably unreasonably -embarassed."Tell you later" he mumbles, his right hand picking up his fork as he stabs at the beans on his plate.

He ignores the questioning looks of the others, the stinging, and most of the loud conversations in the great hall as he keeps his left hand firmly beneath the table, wiping blood on the low hem of his white uniform shirt. He'd never cared much for it anyway, this way he had a reason to wear something other than the stuffy hogwarts shirts in the hot classrooms.

So perhaps there was somewhat of a silverlining to the situation he found himself in.

Eventually, students begin to trickle out of the Great Hall and towards their prefect or head duties, or their common rooms - You and Theodore amongst them - he hesitates as you both enter the slytherin common room, gently grasping your wrist and leading you up to your own dorm. Your first aid kit never stung as much as his, perhaps because you got the good products, and none of them were expired, which he wasn't particularly aching to hear about the riviting affects of not taking proper care of his bumps and scrapes for a third time this month.

He also really didn't want you questioning the flowers tossed (delicately placed) alongside the thin drips of red against his green covers.

"Theo?" you mumble, letting him lead you along as he continues hiding his left hand from your view. He doesn't answer, stopping only to drop your wrist and open your dorm door, you allow him to tug you wordlessly into your dorms bathroom, repating yourself.

"Teddy?"

He groans, reluctantly showing you his hand, blood dripping down his fingertips from the mean cut along the back of his pointer and middle fingers, he'd bled a decent bit, but the drips were more of an occasional trickle of red against his tan skin. "I.. fuck- I got distracted dethorning roses in herbology" he mumbles, refusing to meet your eyes as you guide his fingers over the sink, running a gentle stream of warm water over his bloodied fingers, the watery red dripping down your palm as he watches, something about it making his jaw tick.

"Why were you dethorning roses? I thought you were meant to be trimming venemous tentacula?"

For you.

For your halloween - or, really autumn solstice - ball outfit you'd been mentioning to Pansy that morning at breakfast.

That's exactly what he didn't say.

Couldn't say.

"I did, and then I got bored" he grumbles, itallian accent thick as he winces, watching you clean out the jagged marks along his fingers with your own before gently drying them off. The bleeding has entirely stopped now, but it still stings terribly as you disinfect them, getting ready to place two fresh bandaids over them. He pulls back his hand slightly, and it makes you pause.

"Do you want me to kiss them? So they get better?" you ask quietly, your fingers tacing his palm soothingly.

He swallows the lump in his throat, his baby brown eyes dropping to your lips.

"That works?" he nearly croaks. Fuck - if Mattheo could see him now he'd have a fit. Maybe he'd laugh so hard he'd choke and die so Theo wouldn't have to kill him for it.

You nod softly, gently tugging at his sleeve. "Mhm, my mum used to do it when I was little" you tilt your head.

"Yeah, s'alright then" he grumbles, just trying not to sound like he was about to lose his mind over the fact she was going to fucking kiss it better.

Shit, maybe he should ask Mattheo to punch him in the dick.

You press gentle kisses to both cuts, wrapping bandaids around his fingers after.

"All better" you hum, smiling up at him.

He nods stiffly, his newly fixed up hand tangling into your hair as he guides your head to his chest in a hug. "Thanks, doc, 'nything else I gotta do?" he mumbles, mostly joking. He'd do anything for you, maybe that was a part of the reason he was so fucked in the head, 'cause he couldn't get you out of it.

"Mh, just be careful, Teddy" you huff, and he has to hold back a groan. He had to leave before you called him that again, before you said anything that would make him want to drag you to your bed and make you ruin your sheets.

"I will, I gotta go meet Mattheo, love" he lies through his teeth. He needs a smoke before he goes fucking crazy. He places a lingering kiss to the top of your head before bidding you goodnight and leaving the girls dorms.

There wasn't a lot of things you loved more than your friends, but perhaps the way Theodores low murmur of italian slips through his lips against your forehead could be one of them.

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He's driving himself fucking mad, the memory of your lips against his ripped open skin replaying in his mind like a fucking charmed camera had snapped in his brain at the perfect moment.

His knee bounces quickly as he sits with Mattheo and Draco, blowing through cigarettes like they're candy straws. You'd given him candy straws once - muggle ones he'd split with you. He'd taken the lemon, cherry, and blue raspberry ones and you'd kept the rest.

"Fucking hell, spit it out- before you drive us up the wall with you" Draco mumbles, flicking his cigarette butt over the side of the astronomy tower, and it makes him glare. You didn't like when people did that, it was why he stopped.

"I can't get her outta my fuckin' head" Theodore breathes, inhaling the poison into his lungs near desperately. Mattheo smirks, distracted by the few people millng about the ground below, "what's new?" he breathes, exhaling the smoke in his own lungs.

Theos knee stops bouncing as a wild, stupid, fucking genious idea slipped into his mind.

"Draco, I need you to do somethin'" Theo sits up, flicking his cigarette onto the floor and stepping on it before exhaling the last of the addictive smoke.

The boy in question groans, "fuckin' depends. what." he snaps, and a cheeky smirk tugs at Theos lips.

"Punch me in the mouth."Mattheo sits up, looking oddly like he'd struck gold as he inhales.

"What the fuck? Why?" Draco scoffs, and Mattheos eyes widen in a near giddy excitment.

"'Cause Theo's a fuckin' freak that knows if he goes to Y/n she'll kiss it all better" Mattheo taunts. Draco raises an amused brow as Theo shrugs noncommitally.

"You sure?" Draco muses, and Theo can only shrug again. Draco and Mattheo share a look and suddenly Mattheo's on his feet, brown eyes wild with excitement.

"How hard?" he grins and Theo follows suit, tugging off his sweater, leaving him in dark jeans and a white t-shirt.

"As long as I bleed, I don't fucking care"

Mattheo cracks his knuckles."How many times?"

"Twice."

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The second you saw Theo you were on your feet and practically running to his side, much to his obvious delight as you examine his split lip and the bleeding cut along to bridge of his nose. "Teddy, what happened?" you ask, worried, as your thumb traces the bruising around the cut on his nose.

He tips his head down, pretending that the way he presses his cheek into your palm is an accident as he 'reacts' to the light pressure you're appyling to his (very, very, hurt - if you asked) nose.

His eyes flicker to Mattheo for barely a moment, and he has to bite harshly at his lower lip to keep himself from smirking, the familiar metal taste flooding his tongue.

"Just an argument, ragazza dolce" (sweet girl) he nearly coos the nickname, and you don't know what it means, but it makes you flush a subtle pink nonetheless.

"Can you fix me up, love? Hurts" he grumbles, practically chewwing on his split lower lip as you take his hand. He intertwines your fingers as he lets you lead him up to your bathroom this time.

He leans against the edge of the counter, spreading his legs for you to stand between as you tip his chin down so you can properly fix up his nose.

He waits patiently for you to clean his nose, gluing it up and applying the thin white strips of whatever properly. He never took as much care of himself as you do, that's why he goes to you. He loves how much you care - loves watching the worried way your teeth tug at you own lip whenever he winces. It's never as bad as it looks, not that he'd ever tell you that.

You move to begin on his lip and he leans down slightly, gazing at her warmly, "c'mon love.. not gonna kiss this one better? S'hurting" he mumbles, and you can't help but mumur an apology as his hands find their way around your lower back to press you just slightly closer to his chest as he dips his head to allow you to lightly kiss the cut along his nose.

He knows he's being greedy when his hands fall to the backs of your thighs and knead at the skin as your fingers gently clean his bleeding lip, and when his eyes watch your teeth chewing on your lip he knows asking you to bite his instead would be too much for such a sweet, worried, thing like you.

The last thing he wants is to spook his angel, but when you lift his chin slightly to double-check your work, he can't help the faux-innocent pout on his lips and the pleading gaze he doesn't have to fake.

"Not gonna kiss this one better?" he mumbles, and the butterflies in your stomach melt into a violent stampede urging you to do as he asks, no matter what he wanted.

He hums, leaning close enough for his nose to bump against yours playfully, "s'not gonna heal if you don't, y'know" he teases quietly, and your eyes meet his. They're dark in this lighting, or perhaps it has something to do with the way you could imagine your own skin bruising if he grips your legs any harder.

Something in the chocolate brown softens as you hesitate, and you see your Theodore, the one that listens to what people say and doesn't bother to ask if someone needs help - just doing it for them. Your Theo that has only let you call him teddy for as long as you can remember and who listens to quiet music with you, and doesnt complain when you talk endlessly about whatever had captured your attention that week. Your Theo that stopped smoking in class and throwing his cigarette butts anywhere except into bins, and always let you wear his spare quidditch jersey when the weather is less than stellar, and who was there for you when your ex cheated in fourth year and hasn't let himself leave your side since.

"Please?" he murmurs, and realize that, somehow, you've never been more comfortable with anyone than you are when you're with Theo. He's sweet, and funny, and you've always thought perhaps you could live in the way his clothes smell when you borrow them.

You've always thought of your best friend as safe, the warmth from him when he let his arm rest over the back of your chair, and the way he places his palm against your hip to guide you out of the path of excitable first years or redheads with matches and fireworks nearly tumbling from their pockets.

He feels like he could live forever in the moment your lips brush the dull sting on his, his fingers winding their way into your hair as he kisses you properly, his other hand cupping your cheek so sweetly it makes your knees go weak.

It's unbelieveably soft, nothing like the way he kisses the girls at parties, this kiss is important to him. He wants you to want to kiss him again, so lets himself slow down. It's the first time he's ever cared enough to want to.

His lips trace yours, and a metalic taste seeps into your mouth as you part your lips.

He only kisses you deeper, hating himself for needing to breathe when he pulls away, he could die breathless on your lips and it would be the one thing he'd never regret - not even if he got the chance.

His thumb follows, sweeping over your lips, collecting the messy red he left there and sweetly tracing, rubbing it into your lips like lipstick, his touch never forceful as blood drips down his chin.

He lets you clean him up again in silence, and when you're done for the second time, he smiles down at you, his hands thumbs tracing lines on your hips.

"Hey" you meet his eyes, bright, and so Teddy you almost can't stop yourself from smiling back.

Almost.

You smile at him anyway.

He nearly melts, like he was Draco when Hermione kissed him in sixth year.

Mattheo would laugh at him for this too, but Theo would simply wait until the H/R/S/G Mattheo was scaring himself falling for smiled at him for the first time after their first kiss.

"Are you sure that first 'get better' kiss worked?" he asks, and you know he's asking if you would ever want to kiss him again.

"I don't think so" you whisper, leaning up to gently place a short kiss to his split lip.

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It's too hot to bother playing quidditch as everyone sits together in the middle of the grassy pitch, nobody had expected for the last day of summer to be this hot - not when it had already started cooling into autumn, but nobody was complaining about the break from winds in corridors just cold enough to make you shiver as it crept up sleeves and skirts and under woolen jumpers.

Theos arm was around your shoulders, unlabed but each others, as he places a flower crown of dried red roses and pressed rosemary leaves into your lap.

"What's this?" you muse, gently picking it up and admiring it, how he'd crafted it was brilliant, a permenant sticking charm keeping the flowers and leaves together on a rose vine.

"That is why I was dethorning roses" he mumbles into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple through your hair.

"For your autumn solstice ball dress" he adds, nuzzling his nose into your cheek to make you laugh.

"Thank you, Teddy" you smile, and he hums, "always, amore" he mumbles, placing his chin on your shoulder. "You'll go with me, won't you? To the dance?" he mumbles.

You smile, "I thought you weren't going?" you tease, and you feel his shoulders move in an unbothered shrug.

"If you're there, I'm there" he grumbles softly.

You might not have been his first anything, but you were the first one that mattered, and that'll never change.

[missdynamighttt]

fantasizing about bf! katsuki paying for his pretty little girlfriend's nails because he wants to spoil you rotten.

at first, you were reluctant to book an appointment because you didn't have the time or the money. however, your pro hero boyfriend was wealthy, insistent, and super fucking stubborn.

“woman, if it’s something you want, i’ll pay for it," katsuki says softly, enjoying the feeling of resting his chin on the top of your head.

you were currently cuddling on your shared bed in the apartment, one of those slow days where you both had nothing to do but relax in each others arms. "i can drive you there if its a problem. no big deal.”

"katsuki, i can't ask you to do that," you say, looking up at him. "its too much. i'll just buy press ons or something—"

katsuki’s face scrunches up in the disgust at the idea of you using those press ons. back when you just moved in a few months into the relationship, those damn press ons were always everywhere around the apartment.

and sometimes, it'd get awkward when you're digging your nails into his flesh, moaning softly around him as he thrusts into you but then you make him stop half-way because your nail fell from the bed.

it got to the point where he found one of them under the drawer where you kept your... toys, and he knew they had to go. it took you some convincing, so he wasn't about let his hard work die in vain now.

"fuck no. i ain’t letting you walk around wearin' that cheap ass shit again," he scowled at you. "and the hell you can’t ask me. you're not askin', i'm offerin.”

"i dunno, katsuki..." you bit your bottom lip, reluctant to accept. it was nice that your boyfriend wanted to treat you but you couldn't help but feel guilty. "i don't wanna bother you. i don't need it that much 'nyway. and you could just spend your money on.. well, other things."

"the only thing botherin' me is you being difficult," he pouts at you, leaning down to give your lips a soft peck. "so, sweets, shut up. just let me take care of you, alright?"

and you were grateful you let him take care of you as you admired your freshly done nails a few days later, the glossy finish catching the light perfectly. you couldn’t stop smiling, especially when you remembered telling your nail tech about katsuki and she told you: "girl, hes so doing this because hes gonna propose. please say yes, for the love of god!"

of course, you wanted to express your gratitude for him. and what better way to thank him by wrapping your hands around his cock, fingers lingering on his length, showing off your new nails to him?

"fuck," katsuki hisses, breath shallow as he looks down at you. "god, baby, you look so pretty like this..."

you were on your knees, only wearing his shirt and your panties as a hand jerks off his length. the other holds his hand, fingers intertwined as you mouthed at his cock. you licked on the throbbing, pink tip, sucking the precum out of him with a blissed out expression.

you almost looked like you were in a trance. and seeing you there, looking all pretty and disheveled like a succubus, never failed to make his cock hard.

"yeah?" you look up at him with smiling eyes, pulling away from his cock with a soft, wet pop, rubbing a thumb on his aching tip before flicking your tongue at it again.

katsuki can’t hold back the soft moan that leaves his lips, his head lolling back as he tries to keep his breathing under control. he groans, his hips bucking against your touch.“fuckin' hell, woman, yeah.. so pretty.. just like that..."

katsuki's hand tightens around yours, looking at your newly manicured nails. he lifts your hand up, admiring them. the glossy finish really does look so pretty on you.

“fuck. they look so beautiful,” he murmurs, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "look so beautiful wrapped around my cock..."

"thank you, baby.." you flush a little, your tongue swirling around his tip. "..really appreciate it, i do. hope this serves as a nice thank you.."

katsuki’s face is tinged with a faint blush, his expression softening at your words.

“no need to thank me, sweets. your happiness is all the thanks i need. but this— shit,” he lets out a low moan when you suck on his tip again. "this is always.. a nice surprise..”

"surprise?" you smile. "you didn't think i'd do this to you..." you lap up his tip in between words. "after being so nice to me?"

katsuki lets out a quiet laugh, “you wanted to make me feel good, sweets? yeah? that why you’re on your knees for me?”

he gives you a playful grin, watching as your hand continues to move over his cock. his free hand tucks a strand on hair in between your ears, cupping your cheek. “always my good girl..”

you flush with embarrassment, thighs clenching from his words. "shut up.. bet if i bought you something you like, you'd go down on me too..."

katsuki can’t help but bark out a laugh at your comment, the image of you buying him a gift and him then going down on you was an appealing thought. but. he grabs your chin and tilts it up, forcing you to look at him and slowing down the pace.

“oh, baby. i’d make you feel so good. i'd eat you out like you were my last meal."

he gestures for you to open your mouth, his thumb tugging down your chin. and when you do, he suddenly spits on your tongue. you felt strangely vulnerable, swallowing it as his thumb rubs your swollen lips.

"but no way you’re buying me shit. that’s my job. to spoil you," his eyes darken at the sight of you sucking on his thumb, roaming over the concave of your mouth.

embarassment rose to your cheeks as you looked up at him, feeling flustered. "but... i wanna spoil you too."

he lets out a low hiss, feeling the vibrations of your hum around his thumb. he pulls his thumb out, his hand coming down to grab your chin, leaning down to face you.

"don't even think about it, sweets. i'm not asking," he tilts his head at you with a pout. "if you so much as buy me a pack of gum, i’m going to take you on a trip to bali."

your eyes widened in surprise, not sure how to, and voice your concern. a trip to bali would be great, but you just wanted to give him something too. "isn't that... uhm, isn't that a bit much?"

"don't give a shit. just let me have this one, alright?" he sighs, looking down at you.

"i want to take care of you," katsuki stroked your cheek with his thumb, a small smile creeping onto his face. "i like seeing that smile on your face when i do. makes me happy."

you felt your heart almost burst, looking at him with what feels like so much affection. he was just showing you so much love, how could you not melt?

katsuki knew he was getting soft, clicking his tongue at you. he scoffs, rolls his eyes and squeezes your cheek. "your nails looks cute anyway. got that?"

you bit your lip. whats the worse he could do when you bought him something anyway? after a moment of contemplation, you nodded, katsuki's grin spreading across his lips.

"good. now, get up here and gimme a kiss."

you nodded again, your heart racing as you stood up and perched yourself on his lap, breath hitching when you feel his cock press against your damp panties before pulling him in for a gentle, but passionate kiss.

katsuki groans into the kiss as you straddle his lap, his hands immediately finding your hips and pressing you down against his bulge. you can feel how hard he is beneath you, whimpering as he deepens the kiss.

“such a pretty thing,” katsuki murmurs, feeling how wet you are against him, looking down at the heat of your arousals. “gettin' me this hard and still having this on…”

katsuki's finger tugs on your panties as he kisses you in between words. he fists his cock, and hits the fat tip against your panties, hissing softly from underneath you. "you're so fuckin' wet, sweets, and i've barely even touched you..."

"katsuki..." you whimper, whining as you feel the head of his cock against you, almost kissing your clit through your panties. "please... can't handle it anymore... please, j-just—"

katsuki lets out a soft growl, leaning into your shoulder to bite on the curve of the skin. you squeal when you feel his lips and teeth graze your shoulder, sinking into your flesh, just wanting more of him, whining his name.

"please what, baby?" he murmurs, kissing the skin he's bruised on you. "be a good girl and use your words."

"wanna.. say thank you," you gasp, slowly grinding yourself on him. "please... please, fuck me.. katsuki.."

katsuki grins against your skin. there she was. his needy little thing he loved so much, practically begging to be ruined.

you’re suddenly on your back, the couch cushion soft against your back.

“atta girl.. now we’re getting somewhere,” his hands are already on your shirt, roughly yanking it up. “you gonna be a good girl and do what i tell you?”

you nodded eagerly, breathless as you let him strip you. not like you wanted anything else anyway. you tug down hard on your panties, tossing them to the floor and leaving you naked, your soft skin hitting the cold air.

katsuki watches as you kick off your panties, clearly looking all too pleased. he shifts, his torso hovering above you and caging you in between the couch. one hand moves up to your chin, pinning you to the couch and forcing you to look at him.

“you’re gonna cum screaming my name, got it?”

you hold onto his back, nodding as you whine from underneath him, ready to take what he could give you.

and when your newly-manicured nails digged into his skin as he thrusts into you, hot red nail marks decorating his back, katsuki felt nothing but pure bliss.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[yougavememyopia]

Part 1, 18+ NSFW, he comes from your kisses. Grinding a tiny bit. Nothing too graphic. Threats of suicide. Yeah, enjoy! The third part will be super smutty, promise.

Crybaby yandere, who loved to lay his head on your lap. Your hand lost in his fluffy hair, scratching his scalp gently. He sighed quietly, the flood of tears running down to stain your clothes.

He'd do this often. Latch onto you for comfort— muffled sobs leaving him while he stuffed his face under your shirt— his nose poking your stomach, hot breaths fanning your skin. His arms draped over your waist, tightening each time your petting stopped, whining softly.

"This feels like heaven. Ugh, your smell is driving me crazy... hic! Don't ever stop petting me, please. I love you— so, so much! "

He suddenly sat up to face you with his big, glassy eyes. A begging look on his face that he gave you so often. You knew what he wanted from the way his eyes moved to your lips. His mouth opening only to sound a whimper. Your kisses took him to paradise, but it was so embarrassing for him to ask.

You couldn't be cruel to him. At least not so early in this 'relationship' that you ended up accepting. He made your heart melt— an innocent, pretty looking boy who longed nothing but to be suffocated by your love— how could you turn him away?

He'd cry so cutely every time you made out with him. Eye closed and head tilted backwards against the couch as you take it further by kissing up and down his neck. He was already panting, his uneven, shaky breathing increasing when you reached down under his clothes. Caressing and stroking his stomach.

The dried tears on his cheek washed away with new ones. He felt ecstatic. The happiest he'd ever been. Whimpers and soft gasps filled the silence while you sucked marks on his skin. He couldn't help but moan at the thought of you claiming him— the pleasured tears now stinging his poor eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said sweetly, cupping his face and pulling back to look at the disheveled mess you created. "Is it too much for you, baby?"

"Mmgh... It feels amazing." He swallowed heavily, his tongue wiping the drool at the corner of his mouth. You had no idea what that nickname did to him. It made him all stupid— he just wanted to kneel down and let you control him however you wanted. "Oh, fuck. I think I'm gonna die..."

He closed his eyes, unable to look at you. A bit embarrassed at his sensitivity and the uncontrollable buldge nudging for your attention. He shifted around on your lap— was it possible to come just from making out? He felt so close already and you haven't even touched him.

You press soft kisses on his precious eyelids. Feeling his hot cheeks under your tongue. You lapped up the salty droplets, tracing a wet line over his swollen bottom lip. Reminding him of all the kisses you shared.

He couldn't hold back anymore. With a grind against your thighs, he came undone— his fingers digging into your shoulders and his head thrown back in pleasure. Moaning loudly while his back arched.

His tongue dangled out as you sucked on it, sharing a heated kiss. Whines swallowed up by your mouth. Drool spilling from the corner of his lips. He felt so dizzy, so so good. His pants all ruined, and his heart racing out of control. Almost like he was on the brink of passing out.

"You have the lewdest expressions." You teased him in a sultry voice. But instead of going all shy and covering his face, he looked at you with an uncertain gaze.

"You're... gonna keep me, right?" His breathing turned normal, voice barely a whisper. "You're not gonna leave me, right? If- If you do, I swear I'll kill myself. I can't live without you. I can't... I just can't."

Your brows furrowed. What was he going on about? He was so insecure; despite all the times you reassured him, he behaved in a way that made it seem like you secretly hated him. You barely got a moment of solitude ever since he broke into your house, but never complained about it. So where did all his sensitivity come from?

"I need you, do you understand? I need you! Life before you was..." He gulped, the grip on your shoulders tightening. "I can't go back... can't. Can't. I- I love you. I swear, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. If I never met you, I would've..."

"Hey. I'm here now, right? How about a bath? Does that sound good, baby?" You suggested, to ease his mind. Hands resting on his soft thighs. Messaging them gently. "I can wash your hair, and-"

"You don't want to see me naked..." He mumbled. His hands lowering down to yours. He looked so sad. Pleading eyes waiting for your sweet praise. Ears perked up for the words he wanted to hear.

"I'm not gonna judge you. I won't abandon you. I... I'll keep you, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" You sighed, unsure why you felt a bit agitated. It was as if he was doing this on purpose. Slowly manipulating you with guilt so he could get the reaction he wanted.

A shy blush appeared on his face, the red hue coating his skin. Loving every word of approval. "More... S-say I'm yours. Please... Ah, I want to hear it so bad! Please! Call me yours, your baby. A good boy! Your good boy. Pleasepleaseplease."

His fingers curled around yours, frustrated tears already wetting his eyelashes as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. Wanting nothing more than make you possessive of him. His dirty pants rubbed against you when he shifted closer. The cute pout back to make your stomach flutter. You wanted to spoil him rotten.

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[sleepyangelkami]

Can you make a part 4 for the “ perverted “ Carl grime’s story? (p.s. I love your writing so much 💜 it’s really detailed and neat)

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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N: guys i'm so sorry that I took such a huge break this took way longer than it needed, im so sorry !!

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - ever since carl showed you how good it felt to be touched, you'd been iching for more. luckily for you, carl's got one more thing up his sleeve.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, p!v, dom!carl, sub!reader, fingering, mentions of past sexual innuendos, overstimulation, dumbification, kinda public!sex, innocence kink, corruption kink, praise kink, slight coercion, creampie, unprotected sex, virginity loss, virgin!reader, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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ever since that night in the bedroom, you've had this god awful ache between your thighs.

carl, your 'best friend' showed you what you'd been missing out on since the beginning of time. he'd had this funny thing about him, whenever he was around you had the need to palm your hand between your thighs. and now was the worst of it, you couldn't stop thinking about him.

he wasn't your boyfriend but he'd kissed you on a number of occasions. he's not your boyfriend but he kissed below your panties too.

you didn't seem to care much about the whole 'boyfriend' title. besides, everyone in alexandria seemed to know that you were his and he was yours, perhaps they even knew before you two did.

"i'll see you two in the morning." rick grimes, carl's father stood in the doorway. lately, you couldn't seem to look him in the eye. perhaps that had something to do with the fact that last night, his son's hand was down your pants and the night before that, it was up your skirt.

it seemed like you weren't the only one who couldn't stop thinking about it, carl couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself.

"night dad." carl pretended to be uninterested, flicking about a comic book in his hands.

"goodnight, rick." you and carl's sleepovers were becoming much more of a regular thing. rick said nothing but he looked at you with this certain smirk that made you think he knew everything and that was pretty scary.

you didn't get a second to think before the door was closed.

carl was swift in his movements. he discarded the comic book within seconds, tossing it onto the beside locker as he leaned over and pressed his lips on yours.

your eyes fluttered shut with the featherlight feeling, heavy breath falling through your nose. but carl didn't stop with just a kiss, slowly, the boy lowered your body so that your back was flat against the mattress of his bed and those god awful navy bedsheets.

for a moment, your mind went foggy. the pretty kiss of carl grimes was enough to have your head spinning but the sound of distant footsteps was enough to have you spinning all the way back to reality.

"carl." you mumbled in hesitance once his kisses reached the side of your jaw. though his name came out as more of a strangled breath than a word.

"mmhph." he hummed into your neck as he placed hot wet kisses against it, he was aching to kiss you further, to suck the supple skin of your collarbones. he'd showed you what a hickey was not too long ago but he was sure not to leave the evidence on your neck, per your request. you couldn't imagine trying to explain to maggie or glenn how you'd come back from carl's with a hickey on your neck.

"carl." as good as the feeling felt, you sucked in a breath and placed your dainty hands upon his shoulders. he stopped almost immediately, leaning over you to look at your face. "your whole family's here." you absentmindedly picked at the loose thread of his shirt. "they'll hear us."

carl's lips fell into this pitiful smirk. "yeah? well by all means, sweetheart, tell me to stop." you felt his knee buck slightly, rubbing against your clothed cunt that was covered merely by your panties and your pyjama trousers.

carl knew you too well.

matter of fact, carl knew your body too well.

you felt his hot breath against your neck and his lips reattatch to your skin, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses in his wake.

you couldn't help the scratching feeling in the back of your throat, the knawing knot in your stomach that had your hands pawing at his long sleeved shirt, it was difficult to stop when he was making you feel so good.

"carl..." you were in two minds, ask him to stop or ask him to keep going. you felt one of his hands trail down, the soft feeling of his fingers working against your pyjama bottoms, lowering them but not enough to show your panties.

you decided against asking him to stop.

besides, you trusted him. carl knew what was best for the both of you.

"please." you bucked your hips forward, feeling a longing for his fingers all over again. you couldn't get rid of the knawing feeling, his fingers pounding in and out of you, his tongue lapping up your juices and his voice whispering pretty things in your ear.

"yeah? want me to keep going?" you could only nod breathlessly at his words. "tell me how badly you want it, pretty girl."

didn't carl just love to hear you beg.

he'd gotten you to a point where he could mold you to whatever way he wanted you, and hearing you beg for him instead of imagining it in his own mind was something he'd never cease to adore. "please, carl, want it so bad―need it."

"poor girl." you knew his words were nothing short of mockery but you couldn't help but nod anyway. "jus' wants to be touched huh?"

all the while, your hand had attached itself around his wrist, leading it down to where you needed him. "please, carl."

you let out a breath of relief as his hand passed your panties, fingers gently circling your clit. "you're such a good girl, aren't you, using your manners 'n all?"

you felt him kiss against your cheek but all you could think about was his hand working magic against you. "uh huh." you breathed out.

"yeah, my good girl." you felt his fingers collect the wetness from your sopping hole, gently pushing them into it and watching as you gasped and writhed. "think you need something extra special tonight, hm?"

you nodded, half humming, half whimpering.

carl's fingers felt euphoric. after he had touched you the first time, you went straight home and tried to do the same over and over again. you tried to capture the same feeling he had given you but you couldn't do it, not without his hands and his voice whispering to you. which is exactly why you came back with fustrated bed head and teary eyes.

carl was more than happy to help his poor girl out.

all he wanted was for you to feel good.

like now, as your back arched against the mattress of his bed, warm and sticky juices coated his fingers that he pumped in and out of you, palm against your clit every time he brought it back.

"feel good, huh?" your nod was enough of an answer, cheeks hot and teeth piercing your bottom lip. "you're so good." and as badly as you wanted to whimper and whine, you restrained. you were well aware of the family in the room over, you couldn't help but let out a small noise from behind your closed lips.

perhaps this was exactly where carl wanted you.

your breath stuttered. "i―nghh." you tried to force the words out. that familiar feeling in the bottom of your stomach was knotting, you found it rather difficult to tell him you were close when you also felt so ecstatic.

that was the benefits of carl knowing your body so well.

"you're close, yeah?" he knew without you having to utter a word. he was leaning over you, close as your head lay near his shoulder, your heavy breaths in his ear. "'s okay, jus' say my name, baby."

unsure, you didn't give it a thought. instead, you breathed his name passed your lips. "carl." though it was more of a quiet whine than anything else.

"again, angel." his lips kissed against the nape of your neck, hearing your breaths get heavier.

"carl, hmph, carl―" you spoke his name like a prayer against your lips. all you could feel, all you could see, all you could think. carl.

the feeling of knowing that he was the only thing on your mind... well it was enough for carl himself.

"gonna cum?" he didn't leave much room for you to shake your head. instead you nodded quickly, needily. "yeah? cum all over my hand, sweetheart, that's it."

and you did exactly what he'd told you to.

you found your lips shoved against the shoulder of his top, silencing the whimpers that left your lips as your back arched and your hips bucked into his hand. with his pumping fingers and thumb that had reached up to your clit, helping you ride out your high... well it was almost impossible not to cum.

when it passed, you laid against the bed with heavy breaths falling from your lips.

he still kissed at your neck, gently nipping at the skin as he helped pull your shirt above your head.

you felt sort of dazed, almost dumb. carl always left you feeling like this. you followed his movements, pulling his own shirt above his head while his lips reattached to your own.

carl began pulling down his jeans and your hands reached out to his hips.

before you could touch him, though, his hands stopped you. "doin' something a little different tonight, okay baby?"

your confused face looked up at him but you didn't question it. instead, you nodded and allowed him to help you discard of your own pyjama pants, allowing him to trail your soaking panties off your frame, tossing them somewhere on the ground that no doubt would be gone by morning, you'd find him with a guilty but amused face as you searched high and low for them.

he began to pull down his boxers and you held your breath.

carl was big.

though, it were true that you hadn't really seen anyone before in the way you saw carl but you knew from the mere imprint of his jeans that he was bigger than quite a lot of others. not that you ever found yourself looking...

you'd seen him many times, touched him even but every time you saw him again it was like you'd forgotten all over again. he was obviously hard, judging by the way his dick stood out. your eyes trailed back up to his face, though he was already watching you, curiously.

you were stumped.

he'd stopped your hands before, not wanting you to touch him, he was doing things 'differently' but he seemed to know an abundance more than you because you couldn't think of anything else to do other than touch each other.

"carl, what are we―"

the boy cut you off with a gentle shushing. "jus' relax baby, trust me." you felt his gentle but large hands grasp at your thighs, pushing them upwards. you felt your sensitive but needy cunt jut forward while he placed both your legs flat against his chest.

this was certainly a position you'd never been in before.

you watched as he pressed gentle kisses against your ankles, a hand gently grasping your sock-covered foot.

you watched in anticipation, confusion and excitement. carl had a way of making you feel all those three at once.

he moved his hand back down to his dick, you held your breath as he rubbed up and down his shaft lining it up with your entrance. as his cock pressed against your sensitive clit, you whimpered, moving away slightly.

carl was quick to move you back. "i know, i know, you're all sensitive but you'll feel good okay? gonna make you feel good." you nodded hesitantly. "everything okay down there, huh?" he gently tapped against your head, bringing you back to reality.

you found it difficult not to hold your breath. "nervous." is all you managed to muster up. you'd both touched each other before but he'd never had you like this.

the way he leaned over you was sort of scary but he also gave you this loving gentleness that made you feel almost protected. "don't be, angel, 's just me." you nodded as his thumb ran down your cheek softly. "yeah? not nervous?"

of course it wasn't that easy, but you nodded anyway, feeling somewhat comforted.

"c'mere, you're gonna be in control too." you felt his larger hand grasp your own. he led it downwards and placed it on his practically throbbing cock. you felt bad for carrying this out, he was probably hurting. "might hurt a little bit, bunny, okay? but just give me a few minutes, make it feel so much better."

"okay." you voiced, shakily, dumbly. his hand was wrapped around yours which was wrapped around his dick. he helped you maneuver it towards your sopping wet hole and you felt his tip insert itself inside.

you let out a noise of slight pain. "i know, baby, 's gonna take a minute." he was being oh so lovely, as gently as he could as he pushed himself inside. he was almost at the end when his two hands came to grab at yours, pulling them flat above your head against the mattress. "'s gonna feel good."

as soon as carl pushed himself completely in, he was reminded to control himself.

his eyes fluttered shut. he'd been dreaming, fantasizing about this moment for too long. it took everything in him not to take you right there and then, fuck you into the mattress until there was nothing left of you. but he couldn't. your twisted up face was a reminder that while he was excited, he must take his time.

you were getting used to his length which was... a lot.

your own eyes were fluttering shut but they opened at the feeling of his dick leaving you, pulling out but just as you felt him almost leave, he rutted his hips right back in until his dick was fully inside again.

"fuck." he let out a grunt while you squeezed your face up with a noise.

you felt him move again, ready to slide out but your mind was too focused on the pain of it all. "carl, i don't―" you were cut off with an embarrassing moan as he pushed himself back inside.

suddenly, the pain feigned itself as pleasure.

the stinging stopped and you were met with a feeling you'd never quite felt before.

"there you go." his own breath was heavy as he repeated the action, this time quicker. "good girl, see 's not so bad?"

you could only nod with a moan. your eyes shut again and you willed your mouth closed.

carl began moving his hips rather quickly. all the running he'd been doing his whole life was finally beginning to pay off, his stamina was unheard of. you found yourself writhing beneath him, mouth almost sewn shut while he pushed in and out of you, his cock filling you up completely.

you began to get nervous, though. the sounds coming out of you were only going to get louder and the last thing you wanted to do was alert anyone downstairs what you and carl had been doing in his bedroom.

but like always, carl was ten steps ahead of you.

his hand entrapped both your hands above your head but he used his free one to trail downwards. you felt his hand move over your mouth, holding it closed while he pumped his dick in and out of you, watching as your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"oh, fuck, you're doin' so well, sweetheart." he did his best to keep up his praise, he loved watching your cheeks go pink and feeling your pussy tighten around his cock the minute the words 'good girl' left his lips. but it was hard to think of anything while being inside you.

your gummy walls kept him close, tightening around him. it was almost impossible to keep rutting in and out of you but he couldn't stop, he was like a starved man, addicted to your body. you were gushing at him, wetness creating a white creamy ring at the base of his cock.

your eyebrows were pinched, tears of only pleasure beginning to sting at your eyes.

he was leaning forward, one hand holding your wrists which so desperately wanted to throw themselves forward to paw at him. his other hand held itself tightly around your lips, your sounds were muffled against the skin but he kept his ear close, straining them to listen to the pretty sounds you could make.

you felt his entire weight on you and oddly enough, it made you impossibly more wet.

the feeling of him practically on top of you was surreal, you could feel the sheets beneath you go damp, you were making such a mess.

"'s right, angel, make a mess f'me, good girl." carl didn't seem to care. on the contrary, it was only motivating him further.

it was a sudden realization, he was fucking you. he'd been waiting for this moment for too long. it was everything he'd ever dreamed of. no, it was more.

a sharp cry from you was muffled by his hand but he knew what it meant. "someone's close again, huh?" you nodded so quickly, tears springing at your eyes while your mind seemed cloudy, blank even. you were gone completely and utterly dumb, you couldn't even think.

carl would be lying if he said he could last much longer.

he'd bathe in this feeling forever if he could but he could feel the knot in his stomach too, willing to unfold.

he was going to cum inside of you.

"fuck, that's it angel, doin' so good. wanna cum on my dick, huh?" his voice turned a little more high pitched, a neediness that you both shared, both searching for your highs. his lips quirked. "say please." he teased, knowing you couldn't utter a word.

you only whined against his hand, a whine telling him that you couldn't deal with his teasing, not now.

"come on, pretty, cum on my dick." and like every other time, you'd complied almost instantly.

he pushed his hand harshly against your mouth, roughly holding your head close to the mattress as he felt your walls squeeze against his length. you gushed, wetness pushing around his cock while he felt himself unfold at just the same time.

he fucked his cum into you as he rode out his high, curses and swears falling from his lips while your eyes rolled backwards, dumb and empty minded.

when he finished, all he could think was you.

"fuck." heavy breaths as his hands loosened against you, you took in heavy breaths as you could breathe again, his hand moving away and your wrists suddenly free. they fell on your waist, gently holding you so he could pull his dick free from your hole.

as he looked down, all he could see was both he and your cum mixing together, coating his dick and pouring out from your hole.

all he could say?

"holy fucking shit."

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hii i was wondering if you could write a smut about kimi?

BUSY WOMAN

kimi antonelli x reader

warnings: smut, pnv, fingering, unprotected smut (don't), talk about wedding, fluff and that's all i think

song: busy woman ~ sabrina carpenter

a/n: i didn't expect the first request to be a kimi smut but ty anon for it since i love kimi and he's been such a good driver so far so he deserves a smut <3

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You and Kimi first met when he got into f2. You were a pretty, young girl back then, working so hard to get the job that you had always dreamed of. And when that day happened, you didn't have a second to breathe after.

You were a model in one of the world's most famous modelling agencies. You were also one of the most gorgeous women on earth and as much as you would have liked to give a chance to all of your pretenders, you were far too busy for it.

Planning a date always turned into placing some meetings and work at crazy hours, it was a rhythm that you couldn't keep up with. So, you decided to just not date.

That was until Kimi, invited you to assist to one of his races. Now, let's not lie to ourselves, the boy was handsome and incredibly sweet. To say that you liked him would have been an understatement.

You had confessed to him a lot of times but it was always met with rejection. Still, you never stopped trying. That's why a bright smile was on your face as you entered the Mercedes garage. The first person that saw you was George Russell his teammate.

"Y/n hey! How are you?"

"Hi George...I'm good you? How's Carmen?"

"We're both good thanks...Kimi's in his drivers room"

You smiled at George, he knew you so well that he guessed who you were looking for.

"Thanks George."

"Your welcome...and please guys keep it down for our poor ears."

You felt heat creep up your neck as you walked away heading for Kimi's drivers room. You knocked at the door and when it opened, you were met with Kimi already dressed for the race with his racing suit hanging from his waist.

"Hey" he greeted you with a soft yet charming smile

"Hi Kimi" you answered shyly

He motioned for you to get in. You stepped into his drivers room, it was messy, like really messy. Clothes were on the floor and a few bags of snacks were scattered around. The room smelled like sweat, soap and something so indistinctively Kimi.

You turned back to him when you heard the door close behind you. You both stood there looking into each other’s eyes for a few minutes before Kimi broke the silence.

"Been busy lately?"

"Yeah...a lot" you sighed. You loved your job but sometimes it all became too much.

"Need help relaxing?" he asked, his voice becoming deeper and sounding almost like a whisper.

You gasped and your eyes went wide but who were you to say no to Kimi. So you nodded your head because you couldn't trust words right now. The next thing you knew was that Kimi was kissing you, and you were kissing back.

His lips felt like heaven against yours. If only he knew how many nights you had dreamed of this. If only he knew how much this simple kiss meant to you.

Kimi walked the both of you to the couch before sitting down and pulling down to straddle his lap, all of this while kissing. The only moment that his lips detached from yours was to take off your shirt leaving your bare torso in front of him.

“No bra? Girl you’re trying to kill me”

You blushed and went back to kissing him, this time hungrier than before. You both wanted something and you had wanted it since the day that you met. You couldn’t wait anymore.

You helped Kimi out of his shirt before he started to attack your neck leaving some hickeys there before sucking where your neck and shoulder met making you whimper as you gripped his hair. He then moved to your collarbone before finally paying attention to your breasts.

He sucked on your left nipple while his fingers worked on your right one. You ground down on his lap feeling him already hard under you and you let out one of the neediest whimpers that this drivers room had ever heard. Kimi looked up at you with a smirk.

“My girl is needy? Want me to give you what you want?” he teased.

You nodded and before you knew you were lifted from his lap so he could take off his pants and underwear and fuck…he was huge. He pulled you back down on his lap as his hands disappeared under your skirt to tease you through your panties.

“Merda, you’re soaked” (shit)

He slipped his fingers under your panties and started to massage your clit. You bit onto his shoulder and moaned as you started to grind your hips on his hand. Kimi inserted a finger in you and started to pump it in and out slowly. That’s when you lost it. You had been dreaming for this moment for years, spent night fantasizing about this and now it was happening. Kimi’s touch was overwhelming, it was like he knew your body by heart.

He pulled out his finger slowly and looked at your juices before pulling it into his mouth and licking it clean.

“Sei deliziosa” (you’re delicious)

He waisted no more time and pulled your panties to the side, lifted you up and pulled you back down on his dick. You both let out a moan together as he started to move you on top of him. You started to ride him, your breasts bouncing with his thrust.

“Cazzo sei bellissima” (fuck you’re gorgeous)

You kept going, every time that he bottomed out, he hit your cervix. His hands were gripping you hips as his lips left more love bites on your neck. Your hands were on his shoulders with your nails digging in his skin. It felt amazing.

“Kimi….m’close”

Kimi started to thrust his hips up to meet your movements as he brought his hand down to your clit. The sensation of his dick inside you and the small eights that he traced on your clit sent you over the edge, milking his dick as he stilled and painted your walls white with his release.

You both stayed there for a moment, just catching your breath. That’s when you heard it.

“Ti amo”

You didn’t speak Italian but you knew what these words meant. ‘I love you’. Kimi had just confessed that he loved you….in one of the less romantic scenarios ever. Yet you answered.

“I love you too”

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After the race, George walked over to you.

“Congrats for you and Kimi but reminder, the walls aren’t that thin here so please have merci next time.”

He walked away leaving a blushing you standing in the middle of the Mercedes garage.

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I’m a busy woman I wouldn’t let you come into my calendar any night. But if you want my kisses, I’ll be your perfect Mrs.

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Breakfast is ready.

Felix Catton x reader

Summary: The reader feels sick, but Felix is going to make sure she eats breakfast.

Words: 968

Warnings: sickness, cursing

Author's note: This is kind of from an ask but I made it just about breakfast!

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She woke up to the blinds being opened by the maid, "Breakfast is ready."

She let out a soft groan, sitting up and stretching her arms out. Her hair was a mess, her clothes frumpeld. She looked over to see that Felix's side of the bed was empty and quite cold. He had been out for a while, and she couldn't possibly guess why he would leave her.

She pushed herself to the edge of the bed, standing onto her feet. Her head hurt, perhaps her body becoming ill, but there was no skipping breakfast. Her legs shivered, her now realizing she is only in Felix's shirt and her underwear. 

Running to the dresser, she pulls a pair of slacks. Pulling them on quickly, she throws a jumper over Felix's shirt. She tames her hair just enough to look presentable. But she takes an extra minute in the mirror, looking at the bags under her eyes. How late had they stayed up?

Throwing on a pair of socks to keep her feet warm, she quickly goes downstairs to breakfast.

Entering the dining room, she's greeted with quiet, "Morning"s. Her eyes immediately scan the table, seeing Felix look up at her too. A bright smile comes across his face at the sight of her sleepy form.

She quickly moves to sit next to him. As she sits down, she feels Felix's hand rest on her back, "You alright, angel?" He asks in a low tone.

"I… yeah. I just don't know why you didn't wake me up this morning." Her hand reaches up to her head as the headache comes back.

He lets out a soft laugh, whispering in her ear, "Well, I figured you deserve as much beauty sleep as I could give you. Seemed to work. I mean, look at you this morning. Taking my fuckin breathe away."

A smile graced her face as her cheek turned a shade of pink.

Duncan entered, "Goodmorning. How would you like your eggs?"

She grimaced, her voice coming out still quiet and hoarse from her sleep, "I'm fine, Duncan. I'm not that hung-"

"-She'll have them over easy. Thanks."

Duncan leaves with a nod.

She turned to Felix, "Why did you do that?"

He shrugs, his arm going over the back of her chair, "You need to eat."

She gives a slight pout, "I can't… my head hurts too bad."

His eyebrows furrow, "Did you sleep alright?"

She nods, "I slept fine, Lex."

He doesn't take that for an answer.

"Listen, angel. You think you're getting sick?"

"No. No. I'm alright."

He nods, deciding not to fight about it at the table. A silence ensues for a while before he decides to break it again. "Oh, angel. We were talking about the Shelley biography."

Venetia jumped in, "yeah. Do you know the story about Shelley's doppelgänger?"

She shook her head, stopping once she remembered the headache.

Felix got up from the table, going to the side table.

Venetia continued, "Shelley's housekeeper was cleaning one of the rooms when Shelley walked past the window and waved at her. So, she waved back before she realized that Shelley was in Italy…"

Felix had returned to the table, gently setting the now made plate in front of his angel for her to eat. She looked at him with a slightly disagreeing look, but knew not to fight about it at the table. 

"…And she was on the top floor of the house…"

Felix grimaced at Venetia's story, his hands moving over his girl's ears to keep her from hearing it. If it would freak him out, he knew she shouldn't hear it, "Oh, Vee. Stop, stop, stop. I won't sleep."

But she continued, "…a few hours later, he drowned."

Elspeth gasped, "oh. Oh, that's just given me goosebumps."

Felix took his hands back, considering it safe for his girl to listen again.

Farleigh stared at the paper in front of him, his voice strong and uncaring, "I heard he fucked his sister."

Sir James finally spoke up, "Oh, for God's sake!"

Felix turned, "Jesus, Farleigh…"

Oliver quipped up, "I think that was Byron."

The table went quiet, as if everyone had forgotten that Oliver was there. That quickly turned to small chatter between the adults.

Farleigh looked disgusted but Felix held an amused smile on his face, turning to her to see she had a matching one. He then pointed at her plate, as if telling her to eat it. About that time, Duncan brought out her eggs, setting it next to her other full plate. She let out a sigh, staring at the food. 

Elspeth was brought out of her talk hearing the girl's sigh. "Oh, darling. Is everything alright?"

Her eyes snapped up, her mouth opening to answer, but Felix beat her to it, "she's not feeling well, that's all."

The mother nodded, "Oh, I see. Nasty sickness going around this time of year. Take your time today, darling."

She nodded gratefully, turning back to her plate. The chattering continued and she continued to stare at the plate. Eventually, Felix brushed her arm lightly with his, his voice soft again, "Is something wrong, angel? You really must eat."

She simply stared at the eggs, feeling herself get sick just staring at them. Felix noticed it, immediately moving the plate away, "Duncan. Could I actually get some eggs just… scrambled?"

"Felix, stop."

"No. I want you to be able to eat what's in front of you. Duncan?"

Duncan nodded, taking the plate away quickly. 

She turns to see everyone staring at them. She mutters a quiet, "I'm sorry."

Felix sighs, "Don't be, angel." He kissed the top of her head as she stared at the table in embarrassment. 

Breakfast continued, Felix's arm around the back of her chair the entire time.

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[halfway-happyyy]

What if it's the first time Frank and reader get intimate together and he just... Doesn't fit? Like he tries to put it in and it's just painful despite all the lube they're using. Maybe Reader cries a little bit because the pain is too much for her and she feels like it's her fault somehow? I love your work, keep it up! ❤️

thank you for reading!! glad you're enjoying, my sweet 💙

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he had waited a month to kiss her for the first time, because he was nothing if not a gentleman.

it had nothing to do with not wanting to; god, he'd wanted to from the moment he sat down in front of her at the Mexican haunt on the lower east side. wanted to from the moment he poured a drop of the unlabeled hot sauce onto her finger and coaxed her into trying it. wanted to from the moment she twisted her face up at the heat, but he played his cards close to his chest because he had to be sure.

and, it didn't take him long to be sure. she'd had him over for dinner one evening a month later, and as he watched her move around her small kitchen with ease, he knew then that he wanted to kiss her; he wasn't sure he'd ever wanted anything more... so he sidled up beside her and asked.

she had laughed at first - a high-pitched breathless one that made his heart stir in the most pleasant of ways and beamed at him.

"course ya can, frank. I've been wondering when you would."

it was awkward at first. no point in pretending it wasn't. his nose got in the way a couple of times (it almost always did), and the smoke alarm went off twice. it didn't help that frank had only been with one other person since maria, so he wasn't exactly practised in the romance department, but the two of them found their rhythm after a while. what struck him the most, was that he found he didn't want to stop. he liked the innate push and pull of her lips, the sharp, quick nip of her teeth at his bottom lip, and then the sweep of her plush tongue to quell the sting of her bite. yeah, frank was a fan.

and while he couldn't get enough of her after that first initial taste, he still waited another month for things to progress further. what he was waiting for really, was for her to tell him that she was ready. he had to hear it from her directly; because as much as he wanted all of her, it had to be on her terms.

"I want to, frank."

she had whispered it so lowly into his ear that he almost missed it.

"if that's what you've been waiting for," she rushed to fill the sudden ticking silence. "I want you."

frank's cock stiffened at her words, and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, to breathe deeply for a couple of seconds. when he pulled away, it was to press a couple of kisses to her cheek.

"we don't have to. I'm uh... content to lay here and just make out with you until I whither up and kick the bucket."

she laughed at that. "my, you do have a way with words, mister castle." she let the words settle between them before speaking again. "I do want to, frank. It's just been... a little while, so I may need a little coaxing."

frank kissed her once more before standing from his position between her legs. "you wanna help me with this stuff, sweetheart?"

she shook her head slowly, and wedged her bottom lip between her teeth. "nah, the view from down here is just fine."

he smirked, and shucked the t shirt from his torso, dropping it on the floor by his feet. next to go was the belt from his jeans, and his jeans, which pooled around his bare feet. he hooked his thumb in the waistband of his black briefs and slid those down his thighs slowly, reveling at the feeling of his hard dick as it sprang free from it's constrictions.

"my god," she gasped.

frank spit into the palm of his hand and fisted it along the length of his thick cock. "think ya can handle it, sweetheart?"

lip still firmly in place between her teeth, all she could manage was a small moan and nod of her head.

frank met her back at the bed. "your turn," he murmured, before pulling her up.

he reckoned that maybe he liked this part the most; liked taking his time with her. liked discovering where on her body she shivered at the feel of his fingertips, where scars were, where freckles and moles were. there was an intimacy to it that frank didn't know he yearned for until he was knee-deep it it. when she was fully nude, he danced his fingers down the front of her, stopping just shy of the short thatch of hair that grew there, and made him positively feral.

"can I?" he whispered, which sent a shiver down her spine.

she nodded against him. "yes please, frank."

he settled his forehead against hers, parted her, and then slipped two of his fingers into her. his eyes fell shut at the impossibly wet, and warm, sensation of her as her walls involuntarily hugged his fingers. "christ, baby, that's so good."

"want you frank," her voice was a wineglass on the edge of a table.

frank pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and nodded. "gonna give it to you baby, but I gotta work you up a little first, alright? gonna be a big stretch for you, and I don't want it to hurt."

she nodded against him, and he began to fuck her slowly with his fingers, making sure to curve them at the hilt, so that he managed to hit her g spot each time. she was unravelling quickly, and he wanted at least an orgasm from her under his belt before they went any further.

"how's 'sat feel, baby?" he whispered, before picking up his speed.

she was a loss for words and began to whimper and grind against him for extra friction - it was all of the encouragement he was going to get from her in her current state, so he kept going. he kept going until he felt her walls start to gutter around him like the flame of a candle in the wind. he kept going until her nails left miniscule half-moon crescents in his shoulder blade, kept going until she stilled against him completely and came hard around the thick, calloused fingers buried deeply inside of her.

"that was such a good start, baby," frank murmured and guided her back to the solace of the bed. he settled back between her legs, and gestured to the small bottle of lube he'd pulled out earlier. "will you do the honours?"

she nodded, grabbed the bottle and poured a healthy amount of it onto his hard cock. frank's head fell back, and he groaned at the sudden coolness of the liquid, and of the sensation of her hand as she coated him with it. "attagirl, baby. just like that."

frank never moved far from her forehead, and lined the head of his swollen cock at the entrance of her slick slit. "breathe with me baby, okay? gonna be tight." she nodded against him, widened her thighs, and inhaled deeply. he pushed forward, but to his surprise, her walls remained rigid. he pulled out slightly to tease his head against the swollen bud of her clit, earning her a high, breathy moan, and tried again... to no avail.

"it's not... fitting," she gasped. frank couldn't tell whether the frustration in her voice was a result of surprise, or disappointment.

he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm gonna try once more, baby, but then we gotta stop for a while, okay? cause I genuinely cannot bare the thought of hurtin' you in any way."

she tried to angle her hips in a way that might yield positive results, and even though he managed to go an inch further this time, she just wasn't budging. and the grimace on her face told him everything he needed to know. as frank pulled out of her, he watched a tear cascade down the edge of her eye, and quickly thumbed it away.

"sh, shh. don't cry, baby. it's okay." he fell back onto the space of bed beside her, and pulled her to his chest.

"It's my fault frank," she confessed. "I'm just so... disappointed in myself."

frank placed two fingers under her chin and tilted it up so that they were gazing at each other. "what's this about it being your fault?" she opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her. "don't ever say that to me, okay? you are perfect just the way you are."

"I've basically been celibate since meeting you, frank. It's been a while for me, there's a reason you don't fit."

frank coaxed her back onto his chest, and sifted his fingers through her hair. "we'll get there together, just gotta be patient. for now, this is enough for me. is it enough for you?"

she waited a while before confirming that it was.

he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and asked if she was okay. "did I hurt you?"

she traced lazy circles around the broad planes of his toned chest before shaking her head. "no, you didn't hurt me, frank."

he let the dust settle on the silence before murmuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. that she truly felt like home to him.

"we'll try again when it's the right time."

[etherealeowyn]

"Back pain" - Joel Miller x Fem Reader

Fluff/Smut - MDNI, this is only intended for readers 18 & older

Word Count: 810

Joel's back was killing him, and he couldn't fall asleep, but thankfully, Y/n was there to help him alleviate the pain.

For about the hundredth time that night, Joel tossed and turned, trying desperately to find a sleeping position to alleviate the pain in his back. He knew he was getting older, but he didn’t think it would hurt as much as it did. Granted, sleeping on the ground wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Joel, are you okay?” Y/n asked, her voice still groggy from sleep.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he responded, giving up and lying on his back, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

“Don’t worry about it, my love. You’re a terrible liar, though. I’ve been feeling you move around all night,” she replied, rolling over on her side and staring at him.

Her hand gently held onto his, her thumb rubbing circles on the top of it delicately.

“You got me there; my back is just killing me. I feel like I’m falling apart,” Joel said, his voice sounding more like a whisper at the end.

“You should’ve told me sooner, let me see if I could help you,” she responded, kicking the blanket off her body, and motioning for Joel to sit up.

Doing exactly what she said, he angled his back so it faced her. He was wearing a couple of layers of jackets and shirts, so she helped him take them off, carefully folding them all in a neat pile beside their makeshift bed. Sitting there for a split second, her eyes traced all the scars that he had acquired, her heart hurting just looking at them. Not because they didn’t look good, but because the man had gone through so much trauma in a relatively short period.

“If something hurts, just tell me to stop, okay?” Y/n told him, and when he nodded in confirmation, her hands immediately fell on his shoulders, gently massaging the tense area.

Joel loved the feeling of Y/n’s hands normally, but right now, he loved it even more. Her fingertips began to trail down the skin of his bare back, the woman’s nails tickling his skin, making his whole body erupt in a tingling sensation. Without even having to do anything less surface-level, Y/n already felt some stress dissipating from his body.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t working, I don’t know any proper massage techniques,” the woman quietly laughed, though she was sure what she was doing wouldn’t hurt him.

“Don’t apologize, this feels so good, baby,” he responded, his head falling back in relief and eyes fluttering shut. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Okay, I’m glad. I’ll do this as long as you need,” Y/n replied, kissing Joel on the crook of his neck while her fingers continued tracing imaginary lines on his back.

After letting her hands work for a couple more minutes, Joel turned to face Y/n, cupping the side of her face and initiating a gentle and warm kiss. It was slow, as if he wanted to give her enough time to memorize the feeling of his lips on hers.

He motioned for her to lie back down, and within a couple of seconds, he was on top of her, trailing kisses from her mouth down her neck and chest, stopping when he encountered the hem of her shirt. Joel had no trouble unbuttoning her top, revealing that Y/n wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which wasn’t surprising since he knew how uncomfortable sleeping with a bra on would be.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathlessly spoke, one of his hands massaging her breast as his mouth connected with the side of her neck, leaving sloppy kisses on the tender skin.

In contrast to the light touches her fingers were giving Joel earlier, now they were digging into the man’s skin, gripping at anything as the pleasure became intense. It wasn’t long before she needed more from the man, and he immediately obliged, helping her slip off her pants before he removed his himself.

This wasn’t one of those times they had to rush; Joel’s pace was slow and sensual, ensuring every one of his movements was calculated to provide Y/n with every feeling she could ever want. Her soft moans echoed through the room, and Joel’s heart raced faster every time he heard the sweet sounds escaping the woman’s mouth.

It wasn’t long before the pair finished, and he pushed himself off the woman, lying down beside her with his arms wrapped tightly around her body. Taking one of her hands, she tucked a strand of hair away from his dewy skin, admiring his flushed face that made him look even more attractive.

“I hope you didn’t hurt your back more,” Y/n said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Trust me, baby, it feels so much better,” he replied, raising his eyebrows at the woman before a laugh escaped his mouth, and she playfully buried her head in his chest.

[thirteenheavens]

Heyy😁

Child interrupting prompt with mingyu:)

Notes: stop cos this Mingyu is just so cute to write about

You were sitting on the couch, watching as Mingyu played with your twin girls, Sohee and Yuna. They were both giggling and squealing as he tickled them, their tiny feet kicking in delight. Mingyu looked up at you, noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. He knew that look all too well, and it made his heart skip a beat.

"Mingyu," you whispered, beckoning him over with a finger. "Come here." Mingyu quickly got up from the floor, making sure to put the girls down for their nap before walking over to you. "What's up, baby?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice. You pulled him down onto the couch next to you, nuzzling against his neck. "I'm in the mood," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Mingyu's eyes widened, a smirk spreading across his face. "Really?" he asked, his hands roaming over your body. "Now?" You nodded, biting your lip. "I can't help it," you said, feeling a heat pooling between your legs. "You look so good with the girls, and I just want you all to myself."

Mingyu quickly jumped up from the couch, a sense of urgency in his movements. "Okay, girls," he said, trying to sound calm despite the excitement building inside him. "It's time for bed now." Sohee and Yuna pouted, not wanting to go to sleep just yet. "But Daddy, we're not tired!" Yuna protested, clinging to his leg.

Mingyu chuckled and picked her up, balancing her on his hip. "I know, sweetheart," he said, "but Mommy needs me for something important. You understand, right?" Sohee looked up at him with wide eyes, a sly smile on her face. "You're going to have a play date with Mommy?" she asked innocently.

Mingyu's face turned red as he realized what she was implying. "Uh, yeah," he stammered, trying to keep his composure. "Something like that." Yuna giggled, catching on to what her sister meant. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, scrunching up her nose. "Grown-up play dates are gross."

Mingyu chuckled nervously, setting both girls down in their beds. "Yes, they are," he agreed, ruffling their hair. "Now go to sleep, and don't make any noise, okay?" As soon as the girls were settled in bed, Mingyu practically ran out of the room, closing the door behind him. He was practically buzzing with excitement, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

He walked back over to the couch where you were waiting for him, a sly grin on his face. "They're finally asleep," he said, plopping down next to you. "Now we can have some alone time." Mingyu pounced on you, pinning you down to the couch as he kissed you hungrily. His hands roamed all over your body, touching and caressing you as if he couldn't get enough.

"I've been waiting all day for this," he murmured against your lips, his tongue tangling with yours. "You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and it only fueled your desire for him.

"I think I have an idea," you whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. "You're always so eager for me, Mingyu." Mingyu growled in response, his hands moving to your hips as he grinded against you. "Can you blame me?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "You're my wife, and you drive me crazy."

He started kissing and nibbling down your neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. "I need you so badly," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I need to feel you." Mingyu continued to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving a few hickeys in his wake. He loved marking you as his, loved seeing the evidence of their passion on your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. "I can't get enough of you." You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him as he touched you. Your shirt rode up, exposing your stomach and chest. Mingyu took advantage of the opportunity, trailing kisses down your chest and stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants. He looked up at you with a sly grin.

"Can I take these off?" he asked, his fingers playing with the button of your pants. Just as Mingyu was about to undo your pants, the sound of the girls screaming from their room interrupted the moment.

He groaned in frustration, burying his face in your stomach. "Are you kidding me?" he muttered, clearly annoyed. You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. "I guess we're not getting any alone time tonight," you teased.

Mingyu reluctantly got up from the couch and walked upstairs to check on the girls. You followed closely behind, trying not to laugh at his grumpy expression. When he opened the door to the girls' room, they were both crying and clutching onto their favorite stuffed animals.

"What's wrong, princesses?" Mingyu asked, trying to sound calm despite his irritation. They both start speaking blaming each other for stealing toys. Mingyu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, okay," he said, trying to get them to calm down. "Who has whose teddy?" The girls continued to cry and point at each other, each claiming that the other had taken their toy. Mingyu looked over at you, silently pleading for help.

You stepped forward, putting on your best authoritative voice. "Girls, enough," you said firmly. "You're not going to solve anything by shouting at each other. Sohee, give Yuna her teddy back." Sohee pouted but reluctantly handed the teddy to her sister. Yuna clutched it tightly to her chest, a triumphant smile on her face.

"And Yuna," you continued, "stop taking your sister's things. We don't steal from each other in this house." Yuna looked down, ashamed of herself. "Sorry, mummy," she mumbled, snuggling her teddy close. Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the situation was resolved. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"Thank you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I don't know what I would do without you." You smiled up at Mingyu, feeling proud of yourself for handling the situation. "You're welcome," you said, patting his chest. "Now, I think it's time for bed for real this time."

The girls nodded sleepily, yawning as they snuggled back into their beds. Mingyu tucked them in, making sure they were comfortable before turning off the light. As they left the room, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck. "I still can't believe we were interrupted," he muttered.

"I was so ready for you," Mingyu said, his breath hot against your skin. "And then those little monsters had to ruin everything." You laughed, turning around to face him. "They're just kids, Mingyu. They can't help it."

He pouted, pulling you closer. "I know, but I was so excited. I've been waiting all day for a chance to be alone with you." You walked to the bedroom, swaying your hips a little more than usual. Mingyu followed closely behind, his eyes glued to your backside.

As you entered the room, he shut the door behind you and locked it. "Finally," he said, grinning at you. "We're alone."

[bunny-jpeg]

deep touch

capt. john price

cw: smut & fluff, chronic pain, soft dom!price, comfort fic, husband!price, wife!reader, massages, price is a good man, side by side/spooning position, wife kink

bunny says: chronic pain nation rise!!! i've been battling some pretty bad pains in my legs, thank god that writing is a sedentary activity!

you knew you had chronic pain, the thing about it was that you could go days feeling decent but, out of nowhere it would all change and you'd be achy all over. with it largely concentrated in your legs.

the rain only made it worse, it was july in the sleepy seaside town you lived in with your husband and there were very few tourists due to the frequent rain. the rain also brought a new challenge, the sleepiness.

you wanted to be awake to spend as much time with your husband now that he was home from his most recent deployment. but at shreds of sunlight were cast between the gaps in rain clouds, you felt lethargic.

you stirred a little and rolled to your side to get your phone. the bed felt welcoming against the aches in your bones. the joints and the muscles wanted nothing else to do but lie there. but you knew that you couldn't be there all day.

you forced yourself up, and put on your slippers before you headed to the kitchen. before you left the bedroom, you put one of price's sweatshirts on yourself as a form of a comfort blanket.

you hobbled to the kitchen and got yourself a cup of ginger tea. it was a little hot for it, so you often let it sit until the cup grew cold. once it poured, you left it and went to go find your husband.

price looked from the morning news to you, he had a cup of coffee in hand which he quickly put down, "hey there, baby girl." he said, "someone's a little stiff this mornin'?"

you chuckled a little, "yeah, you know how it is. rains for three days and suddenly all my joints are mad at me. i thought after all this time, my body would get used to rainy england." you sat down on the couch next to your husband and he pulled you into his chest. you relaxed a little, feeling the soft strength of your husband's chest. even the old shirt he was wearing felt nice.

"well, i guess that means i have to take care of my wife today."

you sighed, "you're supposed to be relaxing, john. you were away for almost three months. let me spoil you."

he kissed the top of your head, "no need to, love. you let me take care of everything, you save your strength."

you sighed, "tomorrow, it'll be better. and then i can make those muffins for you that gladys across the road really liked. and i can also make dinner for you, and you can just sit on the couch with a beer and watch football."

he kissed your head once more to keep you down, "love. if it gets better and you better not lie to me about the pain. i'm going to be home for six months, you have more than enough time to make me every recipe from that little cook book of yours."

"i just wanna make being home feel special." you huffed.

he chuckled, "don't worry, love. just bein' able to be here with you is more than enough to make it special. to have a home."

he just held you for a while, letting you be close to him. the pain was a discomfort that lingered in your body. you wish you could like detach parts of your body and like run them through the wash so they'd stop hurting.

"i hate the pain."

"and i hate seein' ya in pain, love. now why don't i get you some breakfast."

you sighed, "can you rub my legs first, you always know how to help it." your voice sounded so small.

"of course." he said, "i'd love nothing more." he gave you that sweet smile of his as he carefully moved you so he could put your legs on his lap. you noticed that he checked for anything swollen or discoloration. he was too good at this sometimes.

he wanted to make sure his woman was in tip-top shape. he then started to gently rub at your calves. his strong fingers worked into the muscles of your legs. you let out a whimpering noise every time he hit just the right spot. he would stop and you'd give him a thumbs up to assure him that you were a-okay.

"it just feels good." you said as he moved up into your thighs. the noises were almost erotic if it weren't for the pain you were in. that was one thing about dating an army man, was that you would never have to pay for a massage ever again!

"good girl." he praised, "you are always so strong. i'm so proud of you."

he worked the limbs and you were thankful for it. by the time he was finished, you were practically asleep on the couch. price chuckled and grabbed the throw blanket

it wasn't easy, but love wasn't meant to be the easiest thing in the world. and price was going nowhere.

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the next morning, you were feeling better. and when you turned over, you were greeted to the sight of your husband laid out beside you. he had his glasses on and his phone too close to his face.

you shifted closer to him and kissed him on the cheek, "good morning."

he looked over, he looked like such an old man with those glasses on. he put his phone down and took them off to get closer to you. he wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you towards him so he could kiss you, "there's the most beautiful woman in the world."

"oh shush."

"how ya feelin'?" he asked.

you looked up at him, "can i be honest?" you felt heat in your cheeks.

price held your face and replied, "i wouldn't want anythin' else." then smiled at you. he was such a comforting presence in your life. your husband was a good few years older than you, but he was as gentle as a lamb with you.

"i'm.. i'm in less pain. the knees are still a little bothersome. but i am actually really horny." you wanted to look away but price had his grasp on you.

"oh really?" he asked, "my little wife is all turned on?"

you replied, "i am. i always get turned on after you dote on me all day. it's like my brain is making up for the hurt it put me through by giving me those feel good chemicals." you laughed a little.

"well, then." he said as he pulled away a little to take off his white t-shirt. you got a good look at his bare toned, hairy chest. he said, "get on your other side, facing away from me. then you don't have to be on your knees."

you face went hotter as you said, "i love you so much."

he chuckled as he pushed the blankets off of the both of you, "my love, i'm never gonna deny my wife what she needs. if that's massages or a good fuckin' then i'm there. because that's what a husband does."

you gave him a quick kiss before you turned over and got your bottom half naked. you felt him get behind you, his cock was stiffening at the feeling of your ass.

his big hands took a hold of you and lifted your right leg so he could have access to your pussy. you could feel his hairy chest through the fabric of your t-shirt.

it was like a comofrting hug, a peaceful feeling of you and your husband making love. you relaxed against the bed and held onto the pillow under your head.

"does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"no, no. none of the pain was in my hips."

he kissed you neck tenderly, "good, good. tell me if it started hurting. i need you to communicate with me."

your other hand held his arm that was draped over your waist. slowly he sank his cock into you, you felt so protected and the pain was minimal. price was such a giving lover, that was the kind of man he was. he wanted to make sure that you felt loved even when he was away.

he rested his chin on your shoulder as bother arms got around you and he started to softly hump against you. his cock felt snug in your cunt. his thrusts were light and quick, but it still built pleasure in both of you.

you held on tightly to your husband as he rutted against you. you could feel the excitement in your chest as your husband made love to you.

"this is how a husband should treat his wife. treat her like the perfect woman she is." he kissed the shell of your ear, "you're perfect. i lucked out, i don't know what god put you in my arms but i hope he is being worshiped till the end of time." he chuckled as he gave you another series of kisses up against the nape of your neck.

"please, john." you moaned, "you're making me hot all over."

he replied softly, "good, i love when you're all hot in the face." his pace was a bit faster now. the pleasure coursed through his veins at the feeling of his beautiful wife's sweet pussy.

the sex was tender. it was soft. it felt good for your aching body and it felt amazing to be loved so tenderly by your husband. you moaned softly against the pillow.

price pressed his forehead against your back as he thrusted into you. his grip on you was firm but light. you weren't getting out of his grasp. he panted against your heated skin.

"i'm close, honey." you whimpered.

he nodded, "me too, love." he picked up the pace a little further, keeping an ear out for your noises so he could make sure he wasn't hurting you.

with a few more thrusts of his hips, you both came at the same time. your heightened sounds paired with the low groan your husband made as the two of you finished.

"my woman." he said as he kissed the center of his back.

he pulled out, but his softening cock rested against your ass as you got comfortable in his burly arms. it was such a protective force all that muscle and fuzz up against your back.

"that's my girl." he mumbled closely into your ear. his facial hair brushed against it.

"i love you, john."

"and i love you, even with all your aches and pains. you know i'm no spring chicken either." he chuckled softly as he laid there close to you, feeling your heated body next to him.

"neither of us are." you chuckled as you turned over a little to kiss him on the lips. <3

[rogueddie]

Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of the ugliest, evil looking polo top that he's ever had the misfortune to lay his eyes upon. It's everything he hates in one piece of clothing, so horrible that he'd gagged at it when he'd first seen it.

His friends had laughed, agreeing that the top is an abomination and crime against humanity.

But Eddie couldn't stop looking at it.

It's the exact type of thing that Steve would wear. It's the type of thing he would love and brag about.

Even though the party, with the help of Robin, have been trying to 'fix' Steve and his taste. They're currently targetting his wardrobe and they're almost wearing him down enough to get him to stop wearing so many polos.

It's making Eddie feel... conflicted.

He agrees that Steves taste is horrible. He listens to bad pop music most of the time, he has no sense of fashion and loves romance so much that he thinks awful rom-coms are the height of cinema.

But it's Steve. Those things are what make him so... Steve.

He sneaks back to the top when his friends aren't looking, crouching behind racks to get to the till and quickly buy it. He buries it in the bottom of his bag, ignoring the bored and judgemental look the staff are giving him.

"There you are," Gareth squints at him when he rejoins them. "Where did you go?"

"Fainted," he sneers, throwing an arm around Jeffs shoulders. "All these neons and pop are making me dizzy."

They laugh, quickly moving on.

After dropping them off, he goes straight to Steves house. He doesn't want the ugly shirt on his person longer than necessary and the last thing he needs is someone finding it in his closet.

He nearly cheers when he pulls up to Steves house and his parents car isn't parked out front.

They'd only caught him in their house once, when they'd come home early, and he's sure he only escaped with his life because the entire party was there too.

"Eddie?" Steve frowns when he opens the door. "What are you doing here? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, fine, just..." he huffs, rubbing his eyes. He digs through the bag, grabbing the offending shirt, and throwing it at Steve. "Got you that. I thought- whatever. There. Good night."

"Woah, woah," Steve quickly catches his arm. "It's ok, man. If the others ask then I'll say I got it. It's... this is really nice, Eds."

"It's ugly."

"Sure," Steve snorts, looking back to the shirt. "But it's definitely my style. This really means a lot to me. I think it looks cool."

"Uh, yeah, I guessed," Eddie shifts, squirming with how genuine Steve is being. "It's just a polo."

"No, it's not. It's special to me."

"Right, because you think that pattern is 'so-"

"You saw it and thought of me. Like, you hate it, but you knew I'd like it and... it just means a lot to me, that you're thinking of me."

"Alright, it's just a shirt, calm down."

"No, I don't think I will," Steve gently tugs him inside so he can shut the door. "I get it if this is difficult for you but I'm getting impatient."

"If- what?"

"Do you need me to make the first move? Or- is this a move? Is your love language gift giving or something?"

"You've lost me."

Steve huffs, putting his hands on his hips and giving Eddie a look that he can only describe as 'disappointed parent'.

"We've been flirting for months and you haven't done anything about it." Steve falters quickly when he sees the shock on Eddies face. "Or... am I missing something? Is it the whole, like... keeping it secret thing? Because I don't mind! It's not safe to be out in Hawkins, I know, and I'm not expecting a big date at-"

"You knew that I was flirting with you," Eddie interrupts. "This whole time?"

"Well, yeah, I was also flirting with you."

Eddie stares at him for a moment. "And you've been waiting for me to make a move on you?"

"Exactly. Was I not being obvious enough? I didn't want to out you or anything..."

"No... in retrospect you were being very clear. All of Robins cryptic advice makes so much sense now. Oh, God, even Wayne figured it out."

[grimespial]

Husbands

Daryl Dixon x Husband!Male Reader

I like to imagine Daryl eloping, mainly because he got the courage and because there's not exactly many people he would even want there

Merle sort of grew to accept you? More like he just makes little comments that didn't seem in "bad" faith, he's grown a bit atleast.

As much as you didn't like the groups Merle was in cahoots with, and all the trouble he got in, but you helped Daryl clean up after him.

But then the apocalypse happened.

You obviously got out with the Dixon brothers, it would be a cold day in hell if you separated from him.

At the camp neither of you told the group you were married, and Daryl tended to keep PDA to a minimum anyways

The group couldn't tell what your relationship was, obviously Daryl and Merle were brothers but were you and Daryl just good friends?

It was something you teased Daryl about, how good friends you were, he always said it wasn't as funny as you found it but you saw his smile.

It took a while before someone figured it out, not even on purpose, Carol went to go ask if y'all wanted your clothes washed, and caught you holding Daryl against a tree

Needless to say, you couldn't face Carol for a while and Daryl took every chance to make comments about it.

It didn't help he had a hickey that reminded you everytime you saw it.

It was the CDC that most of the group guessed something was going on, you both could hold your drink but you couldn't hold the PDA back.

Daryl no longer had a name, it was only "My Husband", if anyone said Daryl you corrected them, most of the group assumed you were teasing him with how he kept going red and pushing you off him.

It was a nice takeback to before the outbreak, and people who were hungover (mostly Glenn, Daryl and you got him absolutely wasted for fun) forgot about it.

When the group finally knew the PDA was slightly increased, mostly just a chaste kiss and holding eachother

Daryl never realised how much he missed just holding you, he would never admit it to you, especially to anybody else.

It was everybodys favourite way to tease you both, especially Carol, asking Daryl 'how his husband felt', to 'ask his husband for permission'

There was never just one of you, y'all were a package deal, it was accepted before they even knew of your relationship

Daryl never got over being reffered to as 'Mr and Mr Dixon', yeah that's literally what your were but his cheeks always flushed.

When it came to resting it was easier next to you, when Beth died he couldn't sleep unless you were holding him

At first he "assured" you he was fine, he just wanted to take watch so that others could rest up, but then you gave him a choice between cuddling or you take watch with him

Daryl was hoping to just stay with you until you fell asleep and then go back on watch, but he practically passed out, being the last to wake up the next morning

He acted upset but he was grateful you managed to force him to get some sleep.

Hunts was the time you two spent to get some food, but also spend some alone time away from the groups eyes

It didn't exactly hide what you had done, nobody believed that Daryl's flushed face, messed up hair and hickey just barely hidden under his shirt was simply from a "hard hunt".

They'd pretend to save y'all the embarrassment, but that didn't stop them from making jokes about "how hard the hunt must've been" and how "Daryl will need some rest after that hard, rough hunt."

Carl didn't exactly understand most of the jokes but he found fun poking at Daryl.

As the group grew closer, becoming a family, Daryl became more comfortable with PDA, not completely, but he wasn't as reserved with kissing, no longer just restriced to a quick kiss that was barely a feather touch

He didn't have to worry that the group would send disgusted looks at him, they're family, they loved him.

You loved him.

[marks-bby]

I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL ?!

ᡴꪫ summary . the rivaling rich billionaire's princess mingling with gotham terrorizer. what a headline for vicki vale.

ᡴꪫ includes? . red hood!jason, sionis!reader, rich girl life!reader, smutttttt, p-i-v intc*urse, cheesy but heartwarming relationship behavior, uhhh idk just read ho <3

"this is vicki vale reporting in Gotham News headquarters. Next story, Sionis' daughter involved with the enemy? Pictures caught the infamous Red Hood visiting on her balcony. is he using her for information? making her betray her own father?"

you turn the television down to hear your livid father on your phone. "my own daughter engaging with the enemy! i can't believe you!" you thought his voice couldn't get any louder but his tone conveyed his anger. "yes. yes, father. i know, I'm sorry."

you pace back and forth in your living room as the enemy has a smirk on his face, manspreading on the couch your father bought for you. your ear would be spared if it wasn't for the meddling crummy press. the red hood was a tantalizing human. getting what he wanted with his natural charm.

but you made it known that you knew nothing about your father's plan with his illegal weapons trade. you were just benefiting from the money he racked up.

"sorry, i gotta go." you end the call, dropping your phone on the coffee table. "geez," you card your hand through your hair, letting out a deep breath. "this what you wanted? for all of Gotham to know what i do in my free time?" his eyes rake up and down your body. "sorry princess, i thought i was bein' discreet with us." his smirk widens as his eyes halt at your hips.

"my father will be down my throat with this." you stand in front of him, hands of your hips. "come on. pretty. you're a grown woman. what's your daddy gonna do? stop you from seeing me?" amidst his sentence, his large hands rest on your waist, pulling you on his lap.

you roll your eyes. "you wanna throw me away for some dumbasses' opinion? i thought we had something. you wound me." he puts his hand up to his heart, feigning pain.

"look." you adjust yourself on his lap, earning a groan from his lips. "if we want to continue this, you're gonna have to do something with your appearance."

"you think i'm ugly?"

"no!" you swat at his chest. "i mean you can't keep coming to my place as red hood." his lips lock onto your neck, taking nips at your soft skin from time to time.

"jason, are you even listening to me?" you sigh. but not in anger, more as in a relief of pent-up tension. "yeah, ma. change up my appearance." he lets go of your neck with an exaggerated pop.

"good," his face lines up with yours as you both smile. in a flurry, you both are fighting for dominance on your couch. "come on, princess. you know you're gonna lose." he chuckles, pinning you down.

"come onn!" you whine. he laughs at your defeat, sitting on top of you. "who needs a shirt anyways?" he shrugs, lifting your shirt over your head, revealing your dark red bralette. "oh, i missed my girls." he jiggles your breasts. "jason, quit it!" you laugh. "what? i can't show them any love?" he stuffs his face in your cleavage, shaking his head. his stubble tinkles your skin, something you'll never miss. "okay, that's enough." you weakly push him off you.

his next target was your shorts, sliding them and your panties off, leaving you only in your bralette. "you shaved." he teases. "when do i not?" you send a calf into his side, an 'oof' coming out of him. "play nice, girl." his hands slip in between your thighs, fingertips gliding down your cunt. "fuckin' soaked." he chuckles under his breath. two of his fingers curl into you, something you'll never get used to.

the sounds of your slick sliding in and out of you brought a wide grin to his face. "think she's talkin' to me, baby." he groans, fastening his pace. "mm," you arch your back up a bit, unknowingly giving him more space for his fingers to fill.

"think your ready, baby?" he looks at you, tapping you on your cheek when you don't respond, too fucked out in ecstasy. "fuck-yes." he felt your cunt flutter around his digits, knowing that you wanted more.

without another word, jason moves out of his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. a few dribbles of precum slip out from his slit, slowly sliding down his shaft. he pumps himself a few times before lining his tip up with your wanting hole. "ready?" you nod.

that's one thing you loved about him. he was always cautious if you were ready or not. he slowly pushes himself into you, letting you adjust to his size again. "fuck, baby." he groans, closing his eyes. after some time of sitting still, he thrusts into you, gradually getting faster. "oh god." he holds onto the armrest above your head for support.

you open your eyes, seeing his handsome face above you. from the array of scars on his face, the white fluff of hair, to the hook of his nose. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever saw.

he takes one of your legs and places it on your shoulder, giving him a better angle. "oh my-" your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, the pleasure becoming unbearable. unmeasurable. "please." you didn't even know what you were begging for, you just were. maybe for him to quicken or to go a little easier on you. you couldn't put your finger on it. but you knew it boosted his ego. "please what, princess?" he looks down, emerald eyes boring into yours. "fuck me." you say just over a whisper.

the last bit you restraint he had went away as his hips began to slam into yours. "god!" he grunts, looking down at where you two meet. he loved watching you take him. a beautiful scene that only he could see.

the band on your stomach was only one string away from breaking before your orgasm would wash over you. and from the way jason was fervorently thrusting inside of you, you could tell that he was chasing his own orgasm.

"come with me, baby." he slaps your hip, making you jolt. you bite your lip, your walls pulsing around his length. all the more signs to tell him that you came. his warm load painted your walls, emitting a sigh from you both.

the both of you sit in silence, catching your breath and relaying the moments that just happened. "how about i get rid of that 'sionis' name and make you a 'todd'?"

[nabiracha]

Middle of nowhere

Synopsis: Your camping trip turns out to be the worst and best thing in your life to happen to you. Even if you were kidnapped.

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, restrains, kind of dub-con, cnc, lycan!Seungmin x reader, smut, mating, dirty talk, degrading, etc...

Word count: 2k+

I'm not sure if I like this one a lot, but I don't hate it. I hope you don't either :)

Growls are heard surrounding the tent. But they don't sound normal. Wolves, definitely, but not normal wolves. My friend groans beside me, quietly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The growls are a little farther to be considered concerning. She sat up, squinting at the small light we put in the corner. It was dark outside, I'd assume around midnight. 

"Y/n, hey, wake up." She shook me awake, my eyes squinting before opening. "God, what?" I didn't sit up, but I did meet her gaze with an annoyed glare. I'm not a fucking morning person. At all. "Do you hear that..?"

I sat up, patting down my matted hair. I stayed quiet listening for what she might be hearing. And then, I heard it. Closer this time. My breath hitched, eyes watering, goosebumps rising on my skin as my heart began to beat quicker with fear. "Yeah...I hear it."

She sat up on her knees, crawling on all fours slowly towards the entrance of the tent. No one was supposed to be out here except me and Jennie-My friend. I grabbed her shoulder, shaking my head with a silent mumble of 'No.' Her eyebrows furrowed in a silent question that I didn't answer. 

Within a few seconds we heard footsteps, like a wolf. Based on what I could hear now, there was only one. But again, it didn't sound normal. The footsteps were too heavy, too calculated.

Before I could stop her, she was unzipping the tent. I reached out to stop her when she left the tent, but didn't make it in time. She scoffed, looking around. I peaked my head out before stepping out. There was nothing there. "We're probably just sleep-deprived."

She nodded, going back into the tent. "I'm gonna tinkle." I muttered, walking off behind some bushes. Pulling my sleep shorts down, I took a squat. After I finished my business, I pulled my shorts up. I turned around to walk away, a growl stopping me short. My heart rate began to pick up again. It was right behind me.

I didn't dare move, even as I felt the creatures nose poke into my back. It shouldn't be able to reach my back with it's nose, not the middle of it at least. And it was touching my upper back with it's cold, wet nose. No, I knew for sure this wasn't a normal wolf now.

It huffed, it's footsteps being heard as it moved. I was face-to-face with a giant, black, yellow-eyed wolf. It was huge, thick fur, giant ears, giant tail. Built like a tank. My eyes widened, watering with fear. I didn't move, holding my breath. I expected something to happen, anything.

But not this. Not when it pushed it's nose into my stomach, licking it through my shirt. I gasped, taking a step back on instinct. It growled lowly. It didn't seem to like that...

It took a step closer, and closer. It's eyes were too...human like. When my eyes met the wolf's, I started to feel drowsy, and before I passed out I swore on everything that I seen a man where the wolf once was.

I groaned rubbing my head. "Just a dream," I muttered, not opening my eyes yet. "No, it wasn't." I jumped at the unknown voice, sitting straight up. "W-what the hell?" His voice was cold, but his gaze was the opposite, fiery, mean, dark, yellow eyes staring into the depths of my soul like he could read me. And for a moment, I truly believed he could.

"Mate." He growled so quietly, almost so that I thought I had heard him wrong. But I hadn't, I knew I hadn't. "What the fuck? What kind of drugs are you on?"

I scoffed, trying to get off the bed, but I couldn't. I was being restrained with black cuffs. Not handcuff, cuffs. But they were similar, the inside of the thick, leather material coated with faux fur to keep my wrist from being damaged. "Sick fuck! Kidnapping me and now keeping me restrained?" 

I'd read not to provoke the killer if ever put in this situation, but my dad did always say I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I heard the same growl I had heard in the woods, a low warning if I had to guess. I scowled, pulling my knees up into my chest to appear smaller. It was out of instinct, like my body had been telling me to do it and I hadn't even thought twice. 

It seemed to please him, the subconscious form of submission from me. "You. are. my. mate. You stay with me." His voice was stern, leaving no room for discussion. But I was never one to go down without a fight. "What the fuck are you-" 

And then I had remembered the wolf. The same yellow eyes as him...

When I was younger, my grandma used to tell me stories of our ancestors. She would always say to me "Your wolf will find you," I just thought she was a crazy old lady, but now. Maybe I realized that my grandma's tale of our ancestors could be closer to reality than I had thought. 

When my grandma told me about lycan, she wasn't able to tell me much except the basics. They had mates, or soulmates as humans called them though they didn't have them, and they could turn into Wolves. She never got to tell me much because my grandpa would somehow always overhear even if we were in the basement and he was upstairs or vice versa. 

She once told me that grandpa was her wolf, and now that I thought about it made sense. He was too big for an averaged size man, growled like an animal though quietly, and he was extremely territorial and strong. 

And now looking at the man in front of me, the way his eyes were on me like I was his to keep, to protect. The way he made my body want to go lax and give in, I knew my grandma wasn't crazy. Sure. my mom hadn't found her wolf. But I found mine. He seemed to realize that I knew this.

"You're mine." He repeated once again, and this time I didn't argue or fight back when he stepped closer. I, truly, didn't think it was best to argue. I don't know why or how, but my grandma's words stuck with me for over 20 years. And now, my wolf was staring me down.

He climbed onto the bed. "No," I whispered, although deep-down I knew I didn't want to say no. I wanted whatever he was about to do, even if my brain was screaming at me to fight. He hovered over me, staring down. "You want this. Don't lie to me."

"No, I don't." Yes, I do. But I don't want to accept that fact. The fact my body is humming with need, with the desire to let him have his way with me. He growled, scowling at me. For some very, very weird reason, I knew his name. Like I'd known it for my entire and only just remembered it. Seungmin. It surprised me, scared me, but so did he.

He buried his face in my neck, a quiet inhale. It sounded like he muttered so quietly the words 'my pretty mate'. But he was too quiet, and for several moments I thought I was crazy. Until a scream was ripped from my throat, voice cracking as tears welled up in my eyes.

He...had just bit me. "My mate." He muttered, licking the spot on my neck where he had just buried his insanely large and sharp canines. I was bleeding, although only a little, I'm sure. But my head has started to become dizzy, some instinct I didn't know I had taking over. My bod felt hot, too hot. 

I could feel his hands on me, muttering the words "Don't worry, pretty. It's all gonna be okay. Let it take over, y/n." And I listened, letting myself submit to the feeling. Suddenly, my panties felt wet, sticky. I could smell him, and not like I normally could. He smelled like clean laundry and pine. I could hear so much better, see much better.

I could feel much better. I could feel as his hands slipped under my shirt to slip it off, could feel when he broke the bra I wore after he struggled to get off. I could feel when his hands grabbed my breast with such gentle roughness. Could feel when his fingers rubbed over my bard nipples.

He stared down at me with dilated pupils, eyes staring at me like I was the most precious thing in the world, the universe. "I love you, y/n." I heard him mumble as his lips wrapped around my nipple, making my back arch as I gasped out his name.

He paid the same treatment to the other one, tongue swirling around my bud. He moved on, trailing kisses down my stomach, stopping short just below my navel. His teeth caught on the belly button piercing I wore, his eyes on mine. "Such pretty, yellow eyes." Yellow eyes? No I have brown eyes. I was too far gone to say anything though.

He kissed down to the waistband of my sleep shorts, fingers slipping under it. He made sure to hold eye contact as he pulled them, along with my panties, down my legs. I whimpered, "Please," and he chuckled mocking me. "Such a needy little slut, huh? Can't even be patient."

His hungry gaze met my dripping folds, slick coating his bedsheets below me. He nearly drooled at the sight, a low, quiet moan fallings from his pretty lips. And those pretty lips attached to my clit quickly, making me moan. His tongue slid into my entrance, a shuddering moan falling my lips as my head fell back. 

I tugged on the restraints that held me, moaning desperately as he continued to coax me into an orgasm. "Come on, little wolf. Cum, slut." His words were a command and my body listened, a scream-like moan ripping from my lips. I swore I saw stars, my body feeling like I had just stepped into a pool of stardust. 

He smirked, climbing up me to press his lips to mine. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, meeting in a sensual dance. I could taste myself on him, making my head dizzy with more want. "Don't worry, you'll get this cock." I whimpered, too fucked out to properly beg. 

"All I used was my mouth and you're already fucked-dumb." His words only spurred me on more, our eyes meeting as he stripped himself of his clothes. "Please, Minnie." I whispered.

I could hear the way his breath hitched at the nickname, a low rumble in his chest. I could smell his arousal, I could feel his arousal. He was impatient too, stripping his boxers off. He hovered back over me, staring down into my eyes. "I'm gonna breed this fucking pussy. My pussy. You want that baby?" He mocked, smirking as he challenged me to say no. I knew I wasn't going to say no, nodding and whimpering pathetically for it. Normally, I wouldn't have done this. But fuck, I was more desperate than I had ever been in my entire life. And I had been desperate before. 

"Mhm, such a cock hungry whore." He muttered under his breath. He grabbed the base of his cock, running his tip along my folds with an evil, smug, look on his face. "Please, Seungmin. Please!" I begged pathetically, which is exactly what he wanted. He pushed all the way in in one harsh thrust, a pathetic moan mixing with a whine. 

"Does it hurt? That sucks. This pussy was faking made for me to fuck, breed, ruin." He set a brutal pace immediately, mumbling about how pretty I looked getting ruined and bred like a good little puppy. My eyes rolled back in my head, pathetic whines and moans falling from my lips. 

"'S big, too much." I mumble, despite my walls squeezing to pull him in deeper. With every one of his thrust his tip kissed my cervix and rubbed my g-spot over and over again, driving me into another orgasm. Tears were in my eyes now, overstimulation hitting me. "Aw, is puppy crying?" He fake cooed, thrusting a little sloppier. He was getting closer, I could feel it and hear it as he started to breath heavier. He buried his face into my neck, licking on the mark he had made earlier. 

"Mm, it's alright, puppy. Just a little longer and you'll get what you need." He mumbled into the side of my neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it. It was only a few more thrusts till his hips stilled, something catching at my entrance. I whimpered, pain shooting through me for only a second till it slipped in and locked in place inside me.

"Such a good mate, taking my knot so well." He mumbled, brushing the side of my face gently with his knuckles. He was gentle now, and I was finally calming down from whatever state of mind I was in.

I huffed, a pleased smile on my face. "You didn't have to kidnap me, you know." He just chuckled, pressing a kiss to my lips gently. "I know, little one. But that would've taken away the fun." He reached up, taking the restraints off and then laid down on top of me without crushing me. "I love you too, by the way." I mumbled and he smiled. "I know."

[abarbaricyalp]

goodbye kisses please!

I did not want to be sad 😔

"Whose idea was this again?" Bucky asked against Sam's mouth, trying to unbutton the shirt Sam was buttoning.

"I don't know, man. I assume it's left over from your time," Sam breathed back, untucking Bucky's shirt in between trying to button his own.

"Older than me," Bucky scoffed.

"Practically ancient then." Sam grinned, just to feel Bucky smile against his mouth too.

They kept making out, pants undone, belts catching on each other, trying to redress themselves and undress the other again.

The hotel room was dim, but romantically so. There were fake candles lining the way from the bed to the bathroom, which still smelled like roses, petals drying in the bottom of the tub. The rumpled sheets, in the low light, were inviting and tempting, rather than incriminating. The city spread out outside the window, twinkling and far away from them, humming with noise.

But it was not nearly as interesting as Sam's mouth was. Bucky pressed into Sam's space again, though there was no difference between his space and Bucky's really. "Take your pants off," he muttered, trying to slide to his knees again.

But Sam caught his elbow with a laugh and shook his head. "No way. Big day tomorrow. Jay's gonna be outside that door in a few minutes pulling us apart. I don't need to get caught out."

Bucky could feel that he was pouting, but he couldn't stop himself. "This is stupid, Sam. I have seen you almost every day for the last ten years--"

"--and five that don't count--"

"--so what does twelve hours difference make?"

"It's only twelve hours. What difference does it make?" Sam countered.

"You don't love me as much as I love you," Bucky accused. The pout was fully set in place. That whiny edge was coming into his voice.

Sam burst out in laughter, clutching Bucky closer. "I love you enough to know it's actually a fifteen hour gap between tonight and tomorrow."

Bucky genuinely whined at the reminder. The night had been a giddy blur. Celebrating with old friends and their closest family had started with dinner on the water, a show from a local band and dance troupe, and then a few bars once the younger guests were safely sent away. People peeled off throughout the night, wishing them well for the next day. Wishing them good luck with the separation, knowing looks and waggling eyebrows.

Sam wouldn't call them codependent. They weren't. They were perfectly independent. It was just that life kind of sucked when he was denying himself what he wanted. He'd learned a while ago that his whole spin through space was too short to play stoic and perfect all the time. So, yeah, he liked keeping Bucky within hand holding range a lot. He wasn't as bad as Bucky, who needed to be within thighs-pressed-together range. He liked to kiss his fiancé and his fiancé liked to kiss him. Neither one of them was very good at hiding the heart eyes, but Bucky was a lot worse at it. They were never going to succeed at the secret relationship thing, so they hadn't tried. Not with friends and family anyway. Everyone out with them that night knew how cranky they'd both be tomorrow morning.

"I love you," Bucky sighed against his mouth. He finally stopped trying to undress Sam again, hands falling to his hips instead. The only way they could get closer would be to interlock their ribs, but Bucky still tugged, and Sam sucked in a breath, and they eased together even more.

"Yeah, I'd hope so. Otherwise tomorrow is gonna be awkward." Sam dropped his arms around Bucky's shoulders, kept one curled close to twist Bucky's hair around his fingers.

Bucky dropped his head back, sinking into the touch. Sam kissed the dimple in his chin.

"Maybe you don't have to leave," he suggested. "It's the night before our wedding. We should be allowed to be together."

Bucky straightened so fast he almost smashed Sam's nose with his forehead. His eyes were bright and the joy of getting what he wanted had spread across his face with an unfathomable speed. He'd opened his mouth to surely say something like 'I totally agree' or 'Glad you're finally seeing it my way' but he didn't get to say anything because at that exact moment there was a knock at the door. It was cheery and loud and too long, freestyling into some melody neither of them knew.

Bucky groaned like he'd been shot. Actually, he complained less when getting shot. He stole another three quick, successive kisses, breathing, "We have to go," between kisses.

But it only tempted Sam into pull him back in for a longer one again with a mumbled, "I know."

Joaquin knocked on the door again. "Come on, you've already got the ring. Don't need to keep convincing him," he called.

Bucky took half a step back, a grouchy pinch to his eyebrows. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," he sighed.

Sam leaned forward to kiss him again. "Don't lose the ring before then."

"Sam, I would give you candy jewelry so long as it meant we were getting married. A lost ring isn't gonna stop me."

"Don't lose my ring," Sam repeated sternly. But he smiled and Bucky kissed him again.

"I'll let myself in," Joaquin threatened. "The drone can do that. You made them too smart, Sam."

Sam snorted, breath warm against Bucky's cheek. "Guess it's goodbye then," he said.

Bucky nodded, brushing their noses together this time. "Just for now."

"Tomorrow," Sam promised.

"Tomorrow."

With one more squeeze to Sam's hand, Bucky stepped back and pulled open the door.