#D-Tan Face Wash

[ozone-ayurvedics]

Pairing your D-Tan Face Wash with sunscreen ensures maximum skin protection. Cleanse your face with the D-Tan Face Wash to remove impurities and tan buildup, then apply a broad-spectrum sunscreen to shield against UV damage. This combo helps maintain a bright, even skin tone while preventing further tanning.

[0mg-bird]

A Tornado Warning~ T. Owens x Fem! Reader

Summary: Domestic life with you isn’t something Tyler could ever get tired of when you’re practically his twin flame.

Warnings: Language, storms, smut 18+

A/n: Inspired by the Turnpike song above. Read as a part 2 to Sunrise.

Laid back in two cheap lawn chairs, both you and Lilly sit in bikinis and jean cut offs, tanning under the Arkansas sun. Sunglasses on, beers in hand, a small radio on the ground next to your feet, the afternoon was coming on just fine.

Inside, Dani is tinkering with something that makes her cuss every ten minutes. You tried to drag her out for some good ol’ sunny D but she fought you on it.

Bringing a cold Coors to your lips, you finish the last few drinks of it and crush the can, tossing it back into the little red cooler before turning the music up.

When the idea was originally brought up that the sum of you should just buy a house and make it the permanent wrangler camp, it was a big uncertainty. Then you came across the charming farm house and all of you were sold.

The barn was the designated research and tinker area, the camper trailer parked in the driveway was where Dexter stayed when he wasn’t home with his family. Other than that, Dani and Lilly shared the large downstairs room, Boone- who would sleep anywhere- finally has his own room upstairs. Tyler and you slept in the upstairs master room at the end of the hall, and to say the least, you were happy it wasn’t a crappy motel.

You still chased, but it wasn’t life on the road anymore. It was a real career now, not just a hobby job. Your crew was a main source of information to local tech businesses that develop advanced warning signals and bunkers. You raise money for cities hit, get hands on when you can.

The viewers love the vlogs.

You settled into the life well.

The rumble of an all too familiar truck doesn’t even make you open your eyes, not until your sunlight is blocked by the form of your boyfriend.

“What are y’all doin’?” Tyler asks with humor in his voice.

You and Lilly pull your sunglasses down to look at both him and Boone who had just gotten back from town.

“Trying to tan before your big head blocked our UV rays.” You answer smartly.

“Why are y’all oily?” Boone asks, swiping his finger down Lilly’s arm, making her smack him.

“It’s tanning oil.” She scoffs.

Boone wipes the grease on his shirt that says ‘Science Is Fun’. “You sit out here and fry like bacon for fun?” He asks.

“Boone, baby, anyone ever tell yuh it’s a good thing you’re pretty?” You ask, confusing him slightly.

“Whatever.” He shrugs and snags the last beer from the cooler.

That leaves Ty.

He wears a stupid smile at the bikini tied around you. It was apart of the new merch line, which meant it had his face printed all over it.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You laugh, leaning your head back, missing the way Tyler pulls his phone out and does just that.

“What’s for supper?” He asks as you wipe sweat from your forehead.

“I don’t know, what’re you cookin’, good lookin’?” You ask, taking your glasses off and checking the time. You’ve been at it for about two and a half hours, it might be time to call it a day.

Tyler hums. “Cowboy chili?”

You frown.

“Burgers?”

You grin. “Great idea.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Go wash up and I’ll get it started.”

You stand, kissing him gently quickly. “You’re perfect. Keep acting like this and I might just marry you.” You tease with a wink.

He leans closer, briefly sniffing you. “You smell like coconuts and Coors Banquets.” He states with a smirk.

“I smell like your dream girl.” You state back, poking his chest before you collapse your chair and grab the speaker while Lilly grabs the cooler.

In the shower, washing oils from your skin and lathering your hair, you have a slight tingle in your gut. When you shut the water off and wrap a towel around you, you go to the window and open it up.

Out in the distance, big thunder heads are forming. You grin like a kid on Christmas and smell the air. It’s damp and tangy, rain should be falling in the next hour or so.

Walking into the connected bedroom, you dress in some shorts and one of Tyler’s college tees. It’s when you comb your hair that you look at the framed photos on the wall of the two of you. Rocky, the dog that is still alive and well, pushes open the cracked door and comes to hop on the bed.

“Did Ty kick you outa the kitchen, buddy?” You pout and scratch his head.

He too pouts and rolls over for you to rub his belly.

“Don’t worry kid, a storms coming, ain’t you excited?” You ask, obviously getting no response.

Trotting down the stairs, your phone buzzes in your hand with the first sever thunderstorm warning.

The weather report is on the living room tv where Boone and Dani sit. You sit on the arm of the chair where Boone is.

“Whatcha’ think about it, Tex?” Dani asks you.

You look at the patterns on the screen. “I’m thinkin’ we’ll get some high winds, maybe a barely registered EF1 at most, but the way the wind is shifting, I think it’ll hit back county roads and dissipate within ten minutes.”

Boone agrees with you. “I say we sit back and enjoy this one.”

“I’m with you there, buddy.” You smile, ruffling his hair before getting up.

You head into the kitchen where Tyler is seasoning the burger patties at the island counter. Your hand runs over his back as you pass behind him to assemble the rest of the things needed for a meal.

“Storm’s rollin’ in.” You say with a smile.

“That explains your good mood.” He chuckles, tossing a towel onto his shoulder.

You lay out burger buns and condiments. “I couldn’t ask for better weather, you know that.” You lightly giggle, opening up the pickle jar and eating one.

Tyler watches you with a look of affection, then kisses the top of your head. “Some might say you’re insane, darlin’.”

You finish up your original task. “Only partially.” You say, going to meet him at the grill on the covered deck outside.

He begins to cook up the burgers while you lean against the banister and look out at the cloud covered sky. A light rain is falling now, getting caught in your hair as it blows in.

Most would be inside to keep dry.

Not Tyler’s girl. No, he knows you’d stand in the flat plains and wait for the lighting to come down.

As he flips the patties, you come lean against his back, your cheek against the fabric of his button down as you take in the scent of him.

“You happy?” You ask, making him reach down and hold one of your hands.

“Like this? Yeah…” He says with a smirk. “But what would make me even happier…”

He guides your hand down past his buckle, and you scoff and pull away, slapping his shoulder as he laughs.

“You pig.” You shake your head. “I meant are you happy with life and how you’re living it.”

Tyler stacks the perfectly grilled burgers back onto the tray. “Of course I’m happy. I’m doing what I love, I have a place of my own and a bed that doesn’t creek. Then, I lay next to you at night and always end up between your legs. Life is great.”

You blush and take the tray from him. “Glad there isn’t anything you’d like to change.” You say, turning for the back door that goes into the kitchen.

“Well, I’d change the fact that the crew sleeps under our roof, but life isn’t fair.” He states, following after you.

“It’s their roof too, you can’t just kick ‘em out. What would Boone do without you tucking him into bed?” You snicker.

“Baby, I’d tell Boone to get lost in a heartbeat if it meant it’d just be you and me, doing it in every single room.” He whispers into your ear, causing you to laugh loudly and shove him back.

“Y’all come eat!” You call out loudly to the cree, then turn back to Tyler. “You behave yourself.”

He pulls the finger you point at him, and tucks you under his arm for a moment.

It’s common for relationships to get slow and boring after being together for a long while. Couples don’t try as hard, the spark isn’t the same.

Tyler can’t imagine that, not when you’re the kerosene to feed the flame. He’s so in love with you, he doesn’t even know a version of life where he doesn’t have the dynamic he has.

Gathered around the wood table, all of you chatter about various things. Lilly frowns as she drips barbecue sauce onto the shirt with your cartoon face on it.

Yet another merch item you designed.

It has the words ‘Tex Knows Her Tornados’ printed on it.

You give Rocky part of your burger and Tyler scolds you, saying you spoil him too much. You just glare and say that Rocky deserves some good food too.

Tyler thinks you’re ridiculous.

Country music is playing in the background as all of you move to the front porch, waiting for the sky to come falling down and watching data streams come in. The house is lit up orange with all the lights on, contrasting against the sky. The rain hits harder now, it’s cold as it blows in, making you curl into Tyler’s side.

“You ain’t gonna go dancing in it?” Boone asks you, camera pointed at your shaking frame.

“Hell naw, I’ll freeze my ass off.” You laugh. “How about you drag your pretty self out there? I’ll record you.”

As you reach for the camera, Boone pulls away and retreats.

Thunder shakes, the pang of the thick rain drops hitting the tin roof is almost its own song.

“Come on, Tex, before you get washed away.” Tyler pulls you back inside with the others.

The crew has a grand time with the music playing loudly and the way you have to yell over the storm. The shadow of you and Tyler two-stepping in the kitchen, moves around the walls like a painting.

You let yourself imagine life further as you follow Tyler’s lead. You’ve been with the crew for so long, would you stay with them forever? Would nights continue to look like this if you and Tyler were married? If you had a kid?

That’s a scary thought.

Marriage and babies.

He looks down at you know when he noticed you stopped giggling. “You tired?” He asks.

You simply nod along, not wanting to yell your thoughts out.

He pulls back, announcing that the two of you were going up to bed. They all shout goodnight and go back to what they were doing before, turning the music down a few notches out of curtesy.

You pass your passed out pup in his bed at the top of the stairs where he likes to guard things. He’s fat and happy, you don’t bother him.

All downstairs sounds are muffled as the bedroom door shuts. Tyler kicks off his boots and watches you pull the covers back on the bed. Shimmying out of your shorts, you fully intend on going to bed.

Tyler doesn’t like that idea.

“Do I dare ask what’s on your pretty mind?” He asks, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

You sigh. “Just thinking about the next five years.”

He shakes his head in confusion. “Why?” He questions.

You just shrug and slide onto the soft mattress. “Why not?”

Once he’s in his boxers, he joins you. “Don’t think of the next five years when we don’t even know what we’re eating for breakfast come morning.” He smiles. Immediately, his hands are pulling you close, his lips are kissing yours smoothly. He pushes your hair out of your face before moving down to your jaw line and neck.

“What has gotten into you?” You laugh as he rolls you onto your back.

“What? Blame the weather.” He grins as he cages you in.

As he kisses you again, hands pushing your t shirt up, you smirk at the need he’s progressing with.

“The crew is still awake.” You remind.

“The storm’s so loud they won’t even know.” Tyler states, moving to kiss your stomach.

Your hands play with his hair, you lay back and listen to the storm crash over the house as he pulls your underwear off and dives between your thighs.

The subtle anxiety of what life can turn in to is gone now as the warm pleasure washes over you from his mouth perfectly against your core. Your head digs into the pillow, you’re biting your lip at the amount of stimulation coursing through you. You pant out, deciding that you weren’t going to be patient all night.

You drag him back up to you, becoming the needy one now. Your shirt is tossed onto the floor, soon accompanied by his boxers. Anywhere you can touch him, that’s where you do. Fingers gripping into his biceps as he pushes into you, you let out a gasp of relief, matching the one he gives.

“Fuck, this feels good.” You praise, hitching your knees up to lock his hips in, pushing him further into you.

As he completely bottoms out, Tyler lets his head drop onto your chest for a moment while he gathers himself. No matter how many time you two do this, it’s still a crazy good feeling.

He slowly kisses your chest, sucking over the curves of your breasts as he pulls almost all the way out, then sinks back into you swiftly.

Thunder cracks loudly, making you yelp in surprise, then laugh. He looks down at you in humor as he adjusts his pace, making it slow and sweet at first, then moving onto more demanding thrusts that make you moan out loudly. He’s trying to hit as deep as possible, but the way you’re holding him close to you is making it hard to focus.

The way your skin rubs against his makes him feel like he’s on fire.

One hand intertwines with yours and he lays it on the pillow, breathing hard as he thrusts against the walls clenching around him.

You squeeze his hand. “God, I love this.” You say with an open mouth.

He proudly smirks. “Yeah? You love when I fuck you so sweetly?”

You groan out. “I just love when you’re fucking me. Doesn’t matter how…or where.”

“Fuck.” He curses, his dick twitching inside of you. He’s stealing your breath for his own now, you think he might just inhale you if he could, given the way he devours your mouth.

His hips rut against you, the tip of him presses against a sensitive spot inside of you that makes your voice break.

“More.” You beg, letting go of his hand and sitting up.

In an instant, Tyler has you flipped onto your stomach, his hands pulling your ass to him. You look back at him as he slides back into your aching walls, softly whimpering as he hits differently.

He pulls your hair to one shoulder, then leans to kiss the bare skin as he drives into you.

You look to the window, the way rain pours down it.

He’s pulling you back to meet his deep thrusts, his head falls back as he gets lost in the feeling.

“You like it like this?” He asks, making you nod feverishly, voice getting raw from the way he’s drawing moans from you.

“Ty.” You call out, gripping the sheets with a smile as you feel your orgasm building

“Good girl, say my name.” He pants, grip tightening on your hips.

“Tyler.” You breathe, thighs beginning to shake.

He knows your body as well as he knows his own, he knows the way your lower lip quivers and the way you get pulses through you that you’re getting close.

He lets out a whine, a childish grunt when he determines he wants to see your face when you cum.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, barely coherent.

He doesn’t answer with words, just pulls out of you and flips you back over so fast, your head spins. Within a second, he’s already back inside of you where he should be, grasping your thigh as he coaxes you further and further to your finish.

“I need to see you when you cum for me, sweetheart. I need it.” He pants, sucking at your neck, hitting all the spots he knows makes your throat go dry.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” You heave, breathing hard into his hair.

Your toes curl, your hands getting a death grip on his skin. Tyler pulls back to gaze down at you, eyes lit up wide, knowing your orgasm is going to wreck you.

“Come on, cum for me, beautiful. I got you.” He soothes.

One hand on his bicep, the other on his jaw line, you try to ground yourself but the way you’re swept away is out of your control.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He pants, voice gravely and raw.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the knot in your stomach tight as you finally fall over the edge.

“Ty!” You cry out, the waves of hot arousal finally washing over you.

He strokes your hair out of your face, so close to his own release but guiding you through your own.

You’re coming down with a sob, your bottom lip quivering and your chest heaving as he buries his face into the crook of your neck and fucks you through his own release.

Your head pounds at the overstimulation for a moment, but you’re coherent enough to whisper to him as he comes down from the high.

“I love you so much.” You remind, shaky hands smoothing his crazed hair.

Your swollen lips kiss the side of his head before he turns to meet with his.

“Shit.” He pants into your skin, slowly adjusting his weight on top of you.

Tyler wears the same smile you do, trying to get his muscles to stop buzzing before he slowly lifts off of you.

He looks down, watching as he slowly pulls out of you and sees the mess between your legs. He’s dripping down your thighs, and you’re whimpering that he’s not inside of you anymore.

Pressing a kiss to your knee, he promises to be back in just a second. He cleans himself up, then comes back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth.

Your arm lays over your wide eyes as he cleans the mess gently, the storm isn’t so violent now, it’s settled on a steady rain and softer thunder.

Ty helps you to the bathroom and back, then pulls the covers over the two of you back in bed.

Arm around his middle, head on his chest, you fall into a comfortable silence. His thumb rubs your shoulder, eyes about to shut from the way your warm hand moves to slide up and down his stomach. Then, your loss for words passes you and you’re back to being your normal self.

“You ever scared that you’ll get me pregnant?” You ask, making Tyler’s eyes snap back open.

“What?” He clears his throat.

“You ever scared that you’ll get me pregnant?” You repeat your words.

He tries to find an answer that won’t piss you off, but he isn’t sure what will and what won’t. You know his silence well, so you add onto the question.

“There’s no right or wrong answer, cowboy.”

Ty wraps his arm around a little tighter around your shoulders. “Yeah, sometimes. When we were on the road, I was terrified of it, actually.”

“Really?” You hum. “And what about now?”

He takes in a breath. “Now, I don’t really think about it…I mean, we aren’t doing a lot of things to prevent it.”

You laugh. “The pill thing isn’t important when you have life saving research to do.”

Tyler shakes his head at you. “It made you kind of moody anyway.”

You smack his chest, making him claim he was kidding.

“I guess I could ask you the same question.” He says. “You scared I’ll get you pregnant?”

You move your hand back to its original place on his stomach. “I really don’t know. I mean, we aren’t kids anymore so I guess it wouldn’t be horrible if it happened but…we’re just so busy.”

He agrees. “And we aren’t really married.”

You strain your neck to look at him. “Does that matter to you?”

He looks down at you. “Does it matter to you?”

You hold his gaze, then look away. “I don’t know that either…”

Silence between you, rain above you.

Tyler sighs, letting his thumbs motion on your skin continue despite your goosebumps. “I’m not scared of commitment if that’s what you’re wondering. You want me to marry you? We’ll go to the courthouse tomorrow. You want babies, I’ll give them to you. Anything you want, I promise I’ll give it to you.” He says in such a serious tone, you feel your throat start to swell and your eyes burn.

You smile then kiss his chest. “You’re sweet on me like a bear to a beehive.”

Tyler grins. “I still have no clue what’s coming out of your mouth.”

“That’s okay, cowboy, as long as you can understand me saying I love you, we’re fine.” You say softly.

And you two fall asleep like that, tangled up together. Any movement you make throughout the night, you don’t get too far before Tyler’s gripping you warmly and dragging you back to his skin.

Come morning, birds are singing praise and the wind is gentle. You wake on your side, facing him, legs tangled together. He looks like a puppy when he’s asleep, all calm and soft. The broken morning light paints him a warm golden color, you reach out and push his hair away gently. He stirs slightly, his eyes drag open to see you against a backdrop of a simple shade of blue.

The sky outside the window is clear, you’re looking at him with affection, he wouldn’t want anything else.

“Mornin’.” You smile.

“Good morning.” He says with sleep still in his voice.

[yourgothiccqueen]

LN4 - “Formula One Sucks” Part 2

Summary: Y/N and Lando go on their first date.

Pairings: Lando Norris x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, hints of sexual tension etc

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Masterlist

*Ping*

Y/N glanced down at her phone, a small smile forming at her lips. There would only be one person messaging her so late at night.

lightning mcqueen: Soooo, what did you think of the race today? :)

The last thing she expected to happen after her begrudging trip to Silverstone was to end up texting a certain McLaren driver.

Well, it was more than texting really. There were calls too, every other day. Lando was a busy (understatement of the year) guy, but they’d found themselves falling into a comfortable routine of late night conversations.

y/n: didn’t watch it, was too busy washing my dog :,)

A lie, of course. Y/N had recently found herself infatuated with F1. She hadn’t missed a race. But she wasn’t going to let Lando feel smug about that.

lightning mcqueen: u little shit, you don’t have a dog!

y/n: says who?!

lightning mcqueen: you, on the phone last week!

y/n: 🤷‍♀️ maybe I was washing my friends dog?

lightning mcqueen: its okay, no need for lies - i know ur an f1 super fan now thanks to yours truly :D

Y/N felt a smile tug at her lips. Okay, he was smug. But it was kinda cute.

y/n: okayyyy, perhaps I did watch. And perhaps I thought you were rather impressive. happy now?

lightning mcqueen: very :) goodnight grumpy girl x

y/n: goodnight u smug bastard x

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It didn’t take long for him to ask her on a date. It caught her by surprise, despite the ease at which they’d been chatting over the past month.

“What do you even wear on a date with an F1 driver?” Y/N groaned, flopping back on to her bed.

Piles of clothes were scattered around the room, deemed totally unacceptable for a date with Lando Norris.

“Not this.” Her friend Annie, grimaced, picking up a bright pink Oodie off of the floor.

“Yeah no shit!”

“Look, you must have something in here.” Annie rummaged through the wardrobe. “Where’s he taking you anyway?”

“Someplace in central. It’s not too fancy, but it’s definitely fancier than the pink Oodie.” Y/N pointed.

“Oooo. This could work!” Annie pulled out a relatively new, seemingly unworn black dress. “Can’t go wrong with a little black dress.”

Y/N’s eyes widen - “I can’t wear that!”

“Why the hell not?”

“It’s too…showy. I bought it on a whim. For a nice occasion.”

Annie rolled her eyes “if you’re not going to wear it on a date with a super hot formula one driver, then when the hell are you gonna wear it?!”

Fair point.

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Stood outside the restaurant, Y/N felt her nerves begin to grow. What the hell was she doing? She didn’t do this sort of thing! If she’d had told herself a month ago that she’d be going on a date with Lando, she’d have laughed in her own face. This was wild. This was ridiculous. This was positively insane in fact!

“Y/N?”

Suddenly whipped out of her own thoughts, Y/N turned around.

Oh god, he looked bloody gorgeous.

He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling as he did. His white shirt was a stark contrast against his tan skin. His curly hair was slightly more tamed than usual - he’d clearly made an effort, which made Y/N’s heart race even faster.

“Hey!” She managed to stutter out, sounding far more confident than she felt inside.

“Hi! God I’m so sorry I’m late, were you waiting long?” Lando queried.

Y/N had failed to notice that he was late in the first place, having been so in her own head.

“No just got here.” She smiled. “You look really nice.” She paused, a fleeting moment of confidence. “For a smug bastard, of course.”

A quick laugh left Lando’s mouth.

“Ha! You look lovely too, despite being the world's grumpiest woman, of course.”

“Oh of course.” Y/N giggled, as they made their way inside.

He’d chosen well - it was beautiful inside the restaurant, but not fancy enough to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

Y/N placed her phone down on the table as she sat, and Lando couldn’t help but catch a glimpse.

“Wait, why am I called Lightning McQueen in your phone?” He laughed.

“Because you’re fast - duh!”

“Lightning McQueen is red.” Lando retorted, a look of exasperation written across his face, as he made himself comfortable in his chair.

“So?”

Lando rolled his eyes, jokingly.

"There's nothing wrong with red cars!" Y/N exclaimed.

“Well, I prefer orange myself. Gimme your phone, I’ve got a better name.”

“If I must”

Y/N passed her phone across the table and into Lando's hand. His fingers brushed hers as she did so. Despite their playful bickering, she couldn't help but wish she could leave her hand on his a moment longer.

God, she was fully gone and she'd only been sat in his presence for less than five minutes. He was going to be the death of her.

Lando typed into Y/N’s phone momentarily, before passing it back, a small smirk on his face.

“Lando ‘The Hunk’ Norris?” She laughed, eyebrows raising. “Really?”

“Well, it’s much more accurate, don’t you think?”

He folded his arms across his chest. Y/N felt herself begin to blush, so decided the sane response was to hide herself behind the menu.

"Well?" Lando quipped.

"Well what, Lando 'The Hunk' Norris?" Y/N spoke, glancing up at the curly haired man. His eyes bore into hers, a slight mischievous glint to them.

"Aren't you going to agree?"

"You want me to tell you that you are in fact, a 'hunk'?" She retorted.

Lando leaned back in his chair. "I suppose I don't need you to. The fact that you've gone bright red says it all."

Y/N felt her blush deepen.

"You're a cocky bastard. you know that?"

"I haven't had any complaints yet."

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The rest of the date passed in a blur of midly flirtatious comments and an abundance of sexual innuendos. Y/N wasn't sure what she had been expecting when she'd agreed to a date with Lando. She'd presumed he'd be polite, and sincere and kind - which he was. But what she hadn't anticipated was his quick wit and his ability to call her out. She liked it. She liked it very much indeed.

Perhaps she'd finally met her match.

By the time they left the restaurant the sun had long set, and a light drizzle had set in.

Y/N felt the breath leave her lungs as Lando took his hand in hers.

"Thank you." He smiled, softly.

"What for, exactly?" She questioned, half unable to focus on anything except the feeling of his warm hand in hers.

"For...this. It's not often I get to meet someone who... makes me feel so normal. Someone who isn't afraid to say what's on their mind. It's nice."

Once again, a blush crept up Y/N's neck and towards her cheeks.

"Well, I am pretty incredible." She winked.

"Oh, shut up!"

"Make me."

Lando stepped forward, and in one breathe his lips crashed into her own. It was messy at first, filled with passion and unresolved sexual tension, before they found their rhythm. She closed her eyes, feeling his strong hands wrapped around her waist. His mouth molded against hers, warmth spilling throughout her body. He was perfect. His mouth moved in perfect timing against hers, as she entwined her hands at the base of his hair, letting her fingers run through his curls. She could stand her forever, she thought, with her body pressed against his, his mouth against hers.

Eventually, Y/N pulled away first, gazing up into Lando's darkened eyes. His lips were swollen and wet - she already wanted to kiss him again.

"Want to continue this date at mine?" She whispered, unable to leave his gaze.

"Say no more."

[ronearoundblindly]

Hideout (2)

touch-starved!Nomad Steve Rogers x motel employee!Reader

Sweet Baby (see previous or series)

Summary: 'Grant' becomes comfortable enough to tell you who he is, and you get comfortable enough to show him the kindness he deserves.

Warnings for description of minor blood/injury and light smut (mentions of morning wood, dry humping, hair pulling, praise kink? maybe coached orgasm?). This series is 18+ only. MINORS DNI. There is plenty else for you youngins to read on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 2.6k

Warmer months are for updating the rooms, so they are on a rotation of renovation. There are really busy times and really slow times based on events in town, but there’s an understanding with Grant’s ‘party’ of friends that, if needed, they can stay in the room closed for repair. It’s not as if any room is uninhabitable when they need a coat of paint and some plumbing tune-ups.

Clark doesn’t remember you told him about this—you used the excuse that Grant ’s company are handymen (and women) who come in between other jobs,—so the front desk kid calls you while you’re out running errands one day.

Two ‘dudes’ want to stay in room eight on the end. So? Let them. Those are the people who fix things. Clark just says “kay.”

When you pull into the lot hours later, you don’t expect to find Grant sitting on the curb, filthy and exhausted in some gym clothes, a plastic bag set at his feet.

“Wha’ch’a waiting for?” you call with the window down, hoping his spirits can lift easily.

Grant peers up at you through long lashes. He’s had a knock-down drag-out with a field of bramble…or something. That’s when you notice dark, dried blood in the grime stuck to him, and he lets out a long sigh.

“Sa—Tom used all the hot water,” he huffs, “so I’m biding my time.”

Their room’s water tank, the one due for maintenance, is going to take an eternity to reheat, and it’s the worst luck that there really are no other rooms available.

“Hop on in. You can use the bath up at the house.”

He looks just as startled as you by the invitation, but in no simple terms can you express how bad it is to have a huge guy covered in blood hanging out in front of your rural motel. That’s horror movie bait.

You know Grant. You trust him. All he needs is to clean himself up.

He checks behind him again. The same mix of seeking approval or seeking the cover of ignorance returns to his pretty features, and he trots over to the passenger seat of the car, plastic bag in hand.

He helps you bring in the groceries and supplies from town even though you point him in the direction of the upstairs bathroom immediately. There’s a big jacuzzi tub in there, and he is welcome to soak for however long he wants. You’ll even wash his clothes in the mean time, if he’d like.

Grant seems hesitant to accept or argue.

You press on.

Showing him where everything is in the bathroom takes a minute. You fish around a cupboard for the muscle-relaxing milk additive, explaining it may help him…if needed. You don’t know what’s happened, so you’re flying blind for options.

When the tap turns off ten minutes later, silence descends, but he never handed you stuff to wash. You knock and try the door, just to crack it open so he can hear you.

First, you notice the color of the water. He used the milk bath alright, but whatever washed immediately off him has saturated and soured the clean white into a rusty tan. Second, you pick up the pile of clothes and find more in the plastic bag, except…it’s a suit with a star decal half-ripped and dangling from the chest. Third, you realize you can’t see him in the water at all, not his feet, not his head, no bubbles, so you rush in and shove your hands beneath the surface.

He shoots up in alarm, gasping and sloshing to a different wide, rounded corner of porcelain.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you shriek, hands out and spread wide. “I just thought—I don’t know—I didn’t know if you’d—sorry!”

He rubs his hands down his face and over his dripping hair. He doesn’t even speak; he just waves for you to stop apologizing and clears water shot up his nose.

You have to collapse to the fuzzy rug and hold your heart before it beats right out of your ribcage. You still repeat “sorry” a few more times and then manage an impressed “wow, you kept all the water in.”

He thunks his head back to the lip of the tub and props up one leg, his knee cresting the surface. “I have a talent…”

The dirt, despite how much clearly came off already, is smeared grossly across him.

He looks so tired.

“May I—“ you grab the shampoo bottle all the way at his feet “—help?”

Defeated in more ways than one, he nods through the same concerned and confused gaze that’s become his signature. He maneuvers nearer you while you carefully wet your hands, starting a lather. His head stays down, spine exposed, as you massage at the base of his skull.

His eyes shut.

Your heart now swells with accomplishment; you gave this man a moment of peace.

Fingers gliding over the sinewy, tight bands beneath soft hairs, you press circles around and around his scalp. He cranes backwards while you move up and over the crown of his head, and by just above his ears, he’s laying his full weight in the water, lax against the rim.

You keep going long after his hair is strictly clean, though you’ll recommend he rinse after soaking because the water is too foul to count on.

He remains quiet, so you dip your hands in the water at his shoulders, shake them about, and move on to scrubbing his face clean, too, working down from the hairline and over his beard.

Somewhere around his throat, the man sniffs.

He sniffs again, raising a hand from the water to stop yours.

“My name isn’t…” His eyes open finally, only to stare blankly at the ceiling. “My name is Steve.”

“Okay,” you say, abandoning the washing to sit back on the mat again. “Do you want me to call you that or Grant?”

He turns, brows furrowed, and in the most authoritative voice, he replies, “you can’t tell anyone.”

You rest your chin on the lip of the tub, too. “I know. I won’t.”

Eyes locked, you two stare at each other for a long beat.

“The Captain America suit kinda gave it away though,” you whisper, and to your surprise and delight, Steve flicks water at you in retaliation.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, “handle yourself in here while I go start the laundry.”

You stretch and almost—almost—kiss his forehead because, for whatever reason, that feels right, but at the last second you tuck your head down, acting like you were just standing up. You can’t bring yourself to look back at him while gathering the clothes.

You keep busy downstairs, scrubbing at a few spots of caked on muck, trying not to listen to the sounds of splashing, the squeaking as he moves around, the rush of the draining bath, and the tap turning back on to rinse him again. You scramble to find the biggest t-shirt and pair of pants you own (although, come to think of it, Steve’s got fairly small hips, so you grab some stretchy sweats) and hand them through the door when realizing he has nothing else to wear.

He emerges with several visible cuts and scrapes but dismisses your offer to treat them.

“It’s not worth the effort. They’ll be gone by morning.”

You’ve decided something: if he doesn’t bring it up, you won’t either.

Whatever he wants to tell you, whenever he wants to tell it, you don’t ask. You are used to keeping guests’ confidence—not that anyone tells you deep, dark secrets, but you refuse to gossip about cleanliness or things in the trash—and ‘Grant’ will be no different.

You can, however, still tease him.

“Ready to share that queen bed with Tom?” You give his beefy arm a playful punch.

Steve groans.

“Kidding,” you beam. “I’m not making you walk that path in the dark right now. An elk could get ya!”

He pinches tired eyes, a ghost of a smirk realigning the hairs of his beard. You imagine that on any other day, he would put up more of a fight, but he’s fought enough.

“Yeah, okay. As long as I won’t scare the daylights out of your parents by being on the couch in the morning.” Steve steps over to the landing at the top of the stairs.

“They’re at a hospitality conference. I run the place…mostly. Besides, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t offer you a bed that fits you?” You dramatically bow and indicate your room. “This way, please, sir.”

Good thing he has no fight left in him. His eyes narrow adorably, but he doesn’t budge.

“I should let Tom know.”

“There is a phone in there, too. I’ll dial room eight.”

You get him some water, hanging his clothes to dry, offering as much privacy as you can in an old house with thin walls.

“Yeah, hi, it’s…yes, yes, I’m… Yeah, I know. I know, Sam, just—you don’t have to laugh about it. She let me use the bath, is all. You’re the one who—Well, don’t take all the damn wa—hello? Hello?” Steve is staring at the receiver of the land line when you appear in the doorway. “Uh, he…gets it.”

He sits on the edge of your bed, glancing around your neither childish nor sterile room. You put the glass down on your side table instead of handing it to him.

“Okay, I think you need rest,” you add, sweeping your hand down his bare arm.

You marvel at how the edges of his cuts are already shrinking, knitting back together in near-realtime. Your fingertips trace around the skin like an interactive roadmap.

First heal this, then he needs this, and this is deeper here.

You wonder whether he feels pain the same as everyone else. Is it dulled? Does he just have to ignore how much and how frequently he hurts because it goes away sooner? That’s a sad thought to you. Just because he’ll be okay, doesn’t mean he should suffer more.

He’s a miracle. As Grant, Steve, Cap, or nobody at all, he’s still a miracle.

“You don’t have to go…”

The last of the evening blurs as you wake, but you remember Steve needed this. He asked you to stay.

Spooning is the only way to fit on the bed together. After finishing your own bedtime routing, you began behind the giant man, curled tight, lightly scratching over his broad shoulders and arms. He fell asleep so quickly, and you don’t recall how long after that you both turned over. You had to drape Steve’s awkward arm around you, show him he could hold you close, assure him he can be as comfortable as he likes.

Whichever way he settled is infinitely better than falling off the bed, and you’re grateful he’s accommodating in a small space. You suppose he has to be. Though, for a man as dense as a brick wall, he is shockingly pliant around you. 

Shame you have to stretch, ruining the picture of fitting puzzle pieces you’ve become.

Arms out and legs long, you roll, restless on the one side for too long in the night. Steve shifts around your moves, laying his head on your arm instead of the pillow. His arm that was your pillow wedges down by your waist instead.

Your knees knock his, so even in sleep, he lets them slot through, legs entangled and…his erection laying over your thigh, the tip poking your hip.

Your body tenses for a split second, the muscles of your leg brush harder against his cock, and Steve groans softly, the arm draped over you pulling your body closer.

He’s still asleep, breathing easy, his features totally relaxed.

His golden hair shines in the early light, and he’s so, so beautiful.

You move stray locks from his face, enjoying how he nuzzles and sighs as you play. Quiet, lazy touches.

His hips nudge forward for friction. His fingers grab at your nightshirt. One of his shifts angles his length to drive against your mound instead, and you gasp involuntarily, having smothered your excitement for too long.

He stirs, a heavier, longer breath followed by Steve's whole body going rigid and his eyes squeezing shut. He tries to bury his face in your arm, and you can’t help it. You hope he’ll continue.

You shush him, carding through his hair to soothe him as you did in the bath.

There’s nothing wrong.

He can feel good.

He should feel good.

You want him to feel good. Hell, you don’t say it, but you need to make him feel good.

Steve still won’t face you. He leans closer, shielding himself with your chest, but he doesn’t pull his hips away.

You can hear him thinking through his options groggily, and in your nervousness, you pull at the fistful of hair in your hand.

Steve whimpers and juts his pelvis forward.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “Did you like that? Does that feel nice, Stevie?”

His abs flutter with a spasming exhale, but he says nothing. His rough hands dig into your back while he desperately seeks more friction.

You let him—you encourage him—to keep going.

“Whatever you need…it’s okay.”

He pants into your skin, making you sweat while he dissolves into a mewling mess of shame, taking what he deserves.

He bends his leg for leverage, the sole of his foot pressing flush to your calf. You feel his thumping heartbeat along all of your skin that touches his. He swallows moans which sound hollow and deep where they die in his chest before Steve grunts and stretches, the whole underbelly of his cock rubbing your inner thigh and baiting your clit mercilessly with almost-contact.

You release his hair, asking “do you want my han—”

But it’s too late.

Steve seizes you in his last moments hard before he stills, palms so wide you’ll feel the marks over an entire shoulder blade and the breadth of skin from your ass to your ribcage.

You yelp, the nails of your trapped hand clawing at the sheets around you. It’s a good pain. It’s worth it to witness how his body melts into yours after he comes. He’s lax and heavy, pathetic convulsions of ecstasy subsiding.

You’re only just starting to feel the wet fabric on your thigh when he peels away and rushes to the bathroom.

The best thing for him is to act normal. It is normal for him to be hard in the morning, to want contact and satisfaction, and the truth is it’s perfectly normal for you to dream of providing that for him. You want that contact with him. You are satisfied when he is satisfied.

That's scary because it's a secret as hidden from you both as his identity now, but you won't talk about it. If he doesn't ask, then he doesn't want the answer. It's better that way.

So that was okay, and this is okay.

It's okay, and you tell him when you bring his gym clothes back to the door. You repeat it as he walks out of your home unable to look you in the eye, his partially-destroyed past life wadded up in a fresh plastic bag.

At the bottom of the porch steps, he turns, still focused on the ground.

“Thank you for the…the bath.”

You can’t tell anyone about him—about how you feel for him—not even him. It wouldn’t be right. He doesn’t want that.

“I’m glad you feel better, Grant.”

A/N: Google, Play 'Hopelessly Devoted To You.' *starts weeping some more*

[Next Part: Sensitive Boy, Part I]

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bubble baths

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

rating: explicit (MDNI)

cw: small smuttiness (18+) , handjob, est. relationship, quiet but loveable!mig, FLUFF :D, proof i have no original thots

a/n: short one-shot of giving miggy a bubble bath -- all of this is because of this post, thank you @writefightandflightclub. give it (her blogs and fics) some love or ill bite you (fr).

w/c: ~750

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you scrub his broad back, fingers gliding over his rippling muscles, all sudsy from his dainty pink bubble bath. he's adorably covered by bubbles, all the way up to his torso, the only thing hiding his tanned body from your eyes.

miguel won’t admit it, but he loves being pampered like a spoiled princess. he doesn’t usually have time to relax and take a bath (with assistance from his girl), so when he does, he indulges. 

you work on his chest next, slick with soap and warm water, running your nails gently down from his pecs and his abs before finally dipping under the warm water to trace against his happy trail. his skin shivers against your light touch, but he doesn't move, eyes fluttered closed as he waits patiently for you to continue your descent downwards. 

it never comes. instead, you take your hand away and start squeezing out some shampoo onto your palm, rubbing the liquid between your hands until you’re satisfied by the bubbles you’ve created. he’s a little disappointed, hoping your touch would lead to something else, but he can’t complain once your hands are back on him.

he groans when you start to massage the soap into his scalp, rubbing at that spot behind his ears, the one that makes him feel like a dog as he leans into your touch. there are few things that feel as good as your hands on his head, whether you’re massaging, scratching, brushing or tugging, he loves it. you scoop up some water and wash the soap out, secretly watching how it trails down his neck, over his back, and into the mess of bubbles below. 

the last step is to smooth in some conditioner, thread your fingers through his hair and methodically brush through his hidden curls. (he usually brushes it back with hair mousse when he works, so most people don’t get to see the natural fluff that softens his overall look). one last rinse and you sit back, admiring your work. 

you grin sweetly, eyes dancing over the wet-dog look he's sporting, "all done." 

miguel simply looks up at you unsmiling, droplets of water dripping from his sodden hair and hanging off his slightly flushed skin. he looks like an adorable grumpy kitten with the way his hair falls over his ears.

“what is it?”

his deep voice echoes in the bathroom and you realize he hasn’t said a word since you filled the bath. “i don’t wanna get out yet.” 

you don’t get the hint. “...ok, just soak a bit more then.”

he takes a hold of your wrist as you start to get up and pulls you back down to sit on your knees next to the bathtub. you feel the warmth of the water engulf your hand as he continues to tug at your arm, almost getting your rolled up sleeves damp in the process. 

"hey, wait, miguel!" you attempt to reprimand him, but it falls on deaf ears. “wha–” his hand wraps around yours and unabashedly presses against his aching cock.  An inflamed feeling of shock heats your face and you would’ve pulled your hand away if he wasn’t holding on to you. you had no idea he was so worked up, the bubbles completely concealed it from you. 

“help me?”

“i-i, uh.” he wraps your hand around him and holds you more insistently over himself, “ok, yeah, i can help you.” you grip him gently, letting him guide you as he starts to stroke your hand against him. he twitches slightly in your hold and you can tell he’s holding himself back from bucking against your touch.

you become more confident as his grip starts to loosen. he puffs out heated moans as you start to speed up, water splashing against your arm as you move faster. his hand, sharp with claws, grips the side of the bathtub dangerously and you almost feel like he’ll break it if he’s not careful.

a groan vibrates through the humid air of the bathroom as he cums into your hand, throbbing prettily as he’s milked until he shakes from overstimulation. you hum as he pulls your hand off of him, hand squeezing yours as he tries to calm himself down.

“that feel good?” you coo, ignoring how a mixture of bubble bath and his cum slides warm and sticky in between your clasped hands. 

"i…think i gotta take another shower."

"can i join you this time?"

"guess it's my turn to wash you."

"ok, but no funny business, miguel."

[eris-norwega]

HOLAAAA, VI TU PUBLICACIÓN PIDIENDO PEDIDOS O ESO CREO. POR FSVOR HAZ ALGO EN DONDE ALSSTOR VE A SU AMSDA O AMIGA EN EL CIELO IDKK POR FAVOR

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Español: ¡HOLA HERMANO! ahora, antes de empezar, quiero advertirte. no hablo español muy bien, pero estoy trabajando en ello. mi objetivo es incluir más lectores latinos en fanfics de hazbin hotel. este fanfic no sera en español😔mi escritura en español todavía no es tan buena. ¡pero! voy a hacer este lector hable algo de español para tú :)

English: HELLO BROTHER! now, before we start, i want to warn you. i don’t speak spanish that well, but i’m working on it. my goal is to include more latino readers in hazbin hotel fanfics. this fanfic will not be in spanish😔my writing in spanish still isn’t that good. but! i’m going to make this reader speak in some spanish for you :)

Notes: if y’all see ANY mistakes, english or spanish, let me know! i don’t find it annoying, i find it constructive. that being said, hi, i’m Eris! i’m now taking alastor x reader requests because i’m losing my goddamn mind :D

Synopsis: Reader has been living in Heaven peacefully—albeit a little empty—since their death. That is, until a group of unlikely demons are escorted by the seraphim. Little does reader know that one of the demons is a long-lost friend—and maybe something more.

CW: reader speaks some spanish (doesn’t necessarily have to be latino)

Word Count: 2462

Heaven. A place of perfection and peace for all eternity. Not a soul up here suffered. No one worried. We didn’t have to. Everything was okay and good. I couldn’t remember how it felt to feel the burdens of mortal life, because then what would be the point of everlasting tranquility?

And yet…

Something was missing. I remembered, I knew, for a time here in Heaven what I was lacking. That’s if time even exists here. But at some point, it faded away. Is anything really wrong in the first place if you can’t remember?

Now all I feel is a bit of an ache. Is that normal in Heaven?

There wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. Until there was.

I whipped my head around as I heard shouting from beside me. I scrunched my face in annoyance, my angelic wings fluttering behind me.

¿Que carajo? I mumbled in my head, returning to my book as I read in the outdoor café. I tried to tune the yelling out, but it only got louder and louder. I groaned, snapping my book shut, glaring at the forming crowd in the promenade.

I drummed my fingers on my book, my eyes squinting and frown deepening as I watched angels upon angels gather around an unknown source. Some even began to take to the skies, wanting an overhead view.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light enveloped the square. I covered my eyes with a hand, peaking behind it to see two seraphim appear in the midst of the crowd.

I watched as Sera shooed the crowd away, wings flapping in the array of bodies as angels scooted back.

I finally managed to see what the kerfuffle was about. A group of…odd looking people stood in the center of the huddle, some looking grumpy, others excited, others anxious.

I blinked in confusion. They didn’t look like they were from Heaven. Maybe the mortal plane? But who dresses like that on Earth?

Then they must’ve been from…

Cold fear washes through me as I make the connection. Hell? Were those odd people from Hell?? But how? And why was Sera letting them in?

I snapped my book away, my attention fully on the newcomers. I got up from my seat, warily making my way towards the group. Once I made it to the edge of the dispersed onlookers, I shuffled towards Emily, the younger seraphim.

“Psst,” I hissed. “Chica. Behind you.”

Kind blue eyes met mine, a wide smile overtaking her face as she floated towards me. “Hey!” she presented herself. “What do you need?”

“You’re supposed to keep us happy and joyful, ¿sí?” I asked, my arms folded. I nodded my head to the bizarre group. “It would make me happy and joyful if you explained who they are.”

Emily’s smiled wavered for a second as she glanced behind her. She turned her gaze back to me. “Well,” she started, wringing her hands, “they’re uh. They’re from…Hell?” she shrugged nervously.

My wings twitched behind me, not entirely surprised but not pleased either. “Why?” I asked bluntly.

She chewed her lip nervously. “I don’t know if I can tell you that…” She twiddled with her fingers before blurting out, “They’re here to get sinners redeemed!”

I recoiled, my wings flapping in alarm. “What?” I hissed. “But that’s impossible!”

Emily shushed me, giggling excitedly. “Keep it quiet, okay? I just couldn’t hold it in anymore!” She squealed. “You know one of the new arrivals? Sir Pentious?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled suspiciously, understanding where this was going.

“He was a redeemed sinner!” she whisper-yells. “Their plan worked!”

My face drops in shock. So it was true?

“How?” I asked incredulously.

“Okay, okay, so they have this hotel, right?” Emily starts excitedly. “It was started by Charlie, the Princess of Hell—she’s right over th—”

“The what?” I yelled.

Emily clamped a hand over my mouth. “Shh. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but she’s sweet, I promise.” She points to a girl in the small huddle, one with long blonde hair and large, optimistic eyes. “That’s her. Next to her is her girlfriend Vaggie and…” she trails off.

“And what?” I stared in awe.

“Don’t freak out but…that’s…Lucifer,” she winced, gesturing to a short blonde man with many of the same features as Charlie.

My wings drooped. “The Lucifer?” I whispered harshly.

Emily nodded solemnly. “Yeah. He’s helping her now.”

Unease churned in my stomach. That was Lucifer. The Devil. The beast parents warned their kids about. And he was…just a tiny blonde dude?

I shook my head, turning my attention to the last group member. “And him?”

Emily scrunched her face. “I’m not sure,” she admitted, inspecting the tallest figure adorned with red and black. “He must be important if he’s here.”

I shrugged. “What’re they gonna be doing while they’re here?”

Emily clapped her hands together. “Well,” she said excitedly, “they have to settle into their rooms first. Then I think we’re going to, like, a theater or something? Then a meeting with the higher-ups.”

I eyed her. “Which theater?” I grumbled.

She turned and pointed her finger down the street. “The one that way. Saint Peter’s I think?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Mierda,” I growled. “I am too,” I sighed.

“Really?” Emily beamed. “That’s great! Maybe you’ll get to meet them there!”

“I really don’t want to,” I groaned.

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A wide circle of seats around the demons in the theater stayed open. Angels cowered away, not wanting to sit next to the hellspawn. I hummed, getting up from my seat near the back and sitting in the now vacant chairs. Better seats were better seats.

The demons chattered behind me, waiting for the show to start. Charlie in particular seemed enthralled to be here. Vaggie and Lucifer? Not so much.

Still didn’t know what the red demon’s name was.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god, DAD!” Charlie rambled. “We’re watching HADESTOWN! I’ve heard such good things about it from sinners!”

“Yeah,” I heard Lucifer chuckle. “Let’s see how inaccurately they depict the underworld in this one.”

“Daaad, it’s not about that,” Charlie whined.

“I’d certainly take Hades as a king than this fool!” came a staticky cackle.

My body froze, the argument brewing behind me lost in a haze as my eyes widened. Why did that voice feel so…familiar?

I slowly turned around to watch the bickering demons, Charlie and her girlfriend uncomfortably smushed between the two men. I stared at the red demon, large ears laying flat on his head as he hissed insults at the king.

“Guys!” Charlie shushed, pointing in my direction. “You’re causing a scene!”

The two men turned in my direction, the king looking guilty and muttering an apology. The other froze, much like I had.

We locked eyes, and I tilted my head as I tried to identify the odd feeling in my mind. Who was he? And why did he feel…important?

The demon looked at me in shock, large toothed smile twitching along with his ears, his eyes flickering over my face. He seemed tense.

“Do I…know you?” I questioned.

His smile wavered, ears flicking down for an imperceptible moment. “Yes,” he said softly.

The other demons stared in confusion, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.

I shook my head slowly. “Lo siento. I…I can’t remember who you are.”

His eyes looked away for a moment before he vanished into shadow. I recoiled in confusion before he reappeared in the seat next to me.

“¡Mierda!” I screeched, backing away from him, hand on my chest. “¡No me asustes así!”

The demon let out a laugh. “Just as fiery as I knew you in life, my dear.”

I frowned. “Who are you?”

His wide smile faded, replaced by a smaller, sadder grin. “You don’t remember.”

I shook my head.

He sighed, looking down. “Ah, it’s probably better that way.”

I scowled at him. “Well don’t keep me waiting.”

He chuckled softly, looking back up at me. “I’m Alastor, my dear. We met when we were quite young.”

I furrowed my brows, my mind beginning to swirl. Alastor. I had heard that name before.

“Alastor?” I repeated softly.

He nodded. I stared at him in confusion. I knew him. How did I know him? Subconsciously, my hands went to his face, cupping it gently, like he might break. His eyes darted around, backing away slightly in fear.

“Alastor,” I murmured. The second my fingertips met his face, all the memories came rushing back.

Alastor. We had met when we were kids, two young souls playing in the warm Louisiana rain. Life was rough for the both of us, born to poor, struggling families. He was a troubled young boy, always getting into fights and being the target of abuse both in and out of his home. He was an angry, angry child. But I was determined to be his friend.

He had no toys. He sat in that rain, watching the water flow into the ditches, throwing rocks and watching leaves drift on the water. My parents had forced me outside, saying I needed to get some of my energy out. I found him. He would be my best friend right then and there.

He hated me at first. I wanted to run around, but he was just content to sit there and seethe. After flopping down in defeat, I finally had the grand idea to construct little leaf boats and float them down the ditch.

I built with determination as he watched silently. When my first boat sailed successfully down the stream, he quietly started to build his own. We built more and more and more until the rain stopped and we had to go our separate ways.

We were inseparable after that.

We stayed friends throughout our school years and into adulthood. We had grand dreams for our futures. I wanted to travel, to see the world. He wanted to be famous, to get his mother out of poverty. I went to college, hoping to get a high paying job so I could travel. He went straight to work, getting job after job to finally achieve his goal.

There were moments along the way where I would feel something more than just friendship for him. He was charming, smart, determined, and fiercely loyal to those he cared about.

But he never seemed interested. I gave it up a few months before he was found dead in the woods, a bullet in his head and a body next to his.

Oh, that’s right. He was a serial killer.

Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him now. “Alastor?” I whispered softly.

He laid a hand over mine. “Yes, my dear?”

I choked on a sob, bringing him closer and crying into his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, wrapping an arm around me. I knew he wasn’t too fond of physical contact, but to hell with it. I missed him.

“I can’t believe I forgot you,” I cried.

“It’s alright my dear,” he soothed. “I knew you wouldn’t have done it on purpose.”

“I missed you,” I mumbled.

A pause. “As did I, my dear.”

I pulled back, anger filling my eyes. “Why did you do it? Why did you kill all those people? You could be here. With me.” I sniffled.

He gave me a wry smile. “I assure you I did not kill good men, my dear. But perhaps that’s a conversation we’ll have another time.”

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. “But how long will you be here?”

He smiled sadly at me. “Only a day.”

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The rest of the day we stayed glued to each other, just as we had when we were alive. The meeting with the seraphim went well, and the Hazbin Hotel got full support from Heaven.

So now it was time for the demons to go.

A portal swirled in front of me as I held Alastor like a lifeline. I clutched his back, nails digging into his coat and face buried in his shoulder as I stared in fear at the churning vortex leading to damnation.

“Please don’t go,” I whispered weakly. “I just found you again.”

Alastor squeezed me tighter. “I’m afraid I don’t have a choice.”

“Will I ever see you again?” I squeaked.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he promised.

“Alastor!” Charlie called. “The portal closes soon!”

Alastor begrudgingly pulled away from me, a regretful smile on his face. My lip wobbled as I stared at him.

He cupped my face with a hand, his thumb running soothingly over my cheek. I leaned into his touch, my eyes wide with tears.

He smiled softly down at me. “I should have told you sooner,” he whispered.

“Told me what?” I hiccuped.

Alastor let out a soft hum, his thumb brushing over my lips. He looked so at peace as he leaned down and captured my mouth with his.

A surprised noise left my throat before I felt my heart pound in my ribs as my eyes fluttered shut. I pulled him closer, tears running down my face as I poured all the emotion of a lifetime into the kiss.

A pulled away just so, tears he would never let fall gathering in his eyes. “I do it all for you, my love,” he whispered. “All the pain and suffering, all the power I accumulated down there…it’s to reach you.”

My eyes widened as I looked at his deep crimson ones, eyes that held the same fire and determination as they did when he was alive.

Alastor clutched my hand. “I will find you again, even if I have to tear down this whole place to get to you. I swear it.”

“Alastor!” I hear Vaggie call. “It’s now or never!”

Alastor groans with a roll of his eyes. “One day the worlds that separate us will be nothing but myths.” A pained expression crossed his face as he leaned down to give me one last peck. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when we were alive. I was a scared and selfi—”

I silenced him with a finger, giving him a small smile. “I know. I don’t blame you.”

He smiled at me. “One more thing before I must go. I lo—”

I cut him off with a kiss, a final tear escaping my eye. “I know, mi amor. Save it for when you find me again.”

His eyebrows shoot up and a faint blush creeps up his face. He lifts my hand and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles before he steps through the portal, looking at me longingly.

“I will.” he whispers.

And then the portal closes.

[mythicalmyles]

hihi! ive been stalking ur page for a while and decided to finally get the confidence to request since i adore ur writing! may i get jeff the killer with a malewife reader? maybe the reader is too cute and domestic, jeff decides to treat him like a good little pet. maybe some breeding, overstim, and possessiveness? thank you and have a wonderful day/night! :D

Thank u for this opportunity to finally do baker!reader i love u going with him being darker skinned

sub/bottom reader, male!reader, feminization, pet play kinda, breeding, overstimulation,

You let out a sneeze as flour got sucked up into your nose, rubbing at the minor burning sensation that flamed up. You dropped the dough in favour of running to the other side of the kitchen and washing the dough off of your hands before blowing your nose.

You let out a sigh before washing your hands again, scraping the rest of the flour from your finger nails. You heard the door open and you scrunched your eyebrows together, wiping your hands on your apron. You went to go have a look at the intruder, you had already been closed an hour.

You were almost surprised when your eyes landed on Jeff, he smirked at you from across the counter. His eyes were an extremely light blue and you couldn't help but feel it made him almost scarier. They were ringed with purple, he still had some tanned skin but most was white and leathery due to his burns.

His hoody was ratty and covered in who knows what substances, he tracked mud all over your bakery's floor which caused you to frown at him. "Mat wasn't out." Was all he said and you had to choke back a laugh. "Because we're closed." You replied smiling softly at him, Jeff didn't know what it is but your smiles had the worst thoughts flying through his mind.

He couldn't help but stare at your lips as you babbled at him, lecturing him for disrupting you. Jeff didn't know he could have this much patience, all he could think about was shutting you up by ramming his cock down your throat. He wanted to watch you choke on him, cum dribbling out of your mouth.

"Are you even listening to me?" You sighed, Jeff had a dark, far away look in his eyes. You tried to ignore the way he looked at you, it almost felt as if he was hunting you sometimes. "Sorry, Doll. Late night." You couldn't help but feel for him, he was never clear about what he did but he had been a customer since day one.

"Coffee and pie?" Jeff almost lept over the counter, instead smirking. "You know me so well, wifey." You ignored the nickname, rolling your eyes once you turned back to go into the kitchen. Jeff quickly got up and followed you back through to the kitchen.

The off-guard look on your face had his cock twitching, Jeff leaned back against a counter and watched as you pulled a pie out of the fridge. "I made these an hour ago so, they're really fresh." You turned the gas oven on, setting the pie near the cooker as you began to prepare some coffee for Jeff.

Something fluttered in Jeffs heart as he watched you move around, making him some food. It felt domestic despite being in a bakery, Jeff couldn't help but picture you waiting at his house and cooking for him. He thought about sliding up behind you, grabbing your hips and bending you over. He could hear you whining and lecturing him even as he was fucking your brains out.

Jeff dug his nails into the counter, feeling like a beast in heat as he watched your ass. You finally turned around to him after plating up his pie and pouring his coffee, you gave it to him with a signature sunny smile. It was then he finally decided your fate, you would have to come with him. If he left you you would be defenceless, you were too stupid for fighting.

He'd also had a punch thrown at him by you, he had asked for it and he had trouble not bursting into hysterics when you did. You were built to be looked after and taken care of, Jeff was the one who should do it.

Jeff ate up the pie quick, he never left your food waiting long. You decided to get back to kneading the dough, you were going to leave it over night for tomorrow. You quickly got lost in the motion, not even realising Jeff had started making his way towards you. You threw the dough back into the bowl and dusted your hands.

You almost leapt out of your skin when hands suddenly grabbed your hips, your hands shot back to pull them off only for Jeff to grab your wrists in one hand and pin them to your back after pushing you down to the counter. "Je-Jeff!" You shouted, panicking as you tried to struggle out of his hold. You gasped out as Jeff began roughly grinding against your ass.

"Be a good boy for me." Jeff growled out, his cock feeling thick against you. "Wha-what do you thi-think you're doing!" You choked out, trying to hold back as Jeff ground your cock into the counter. Jeff pulled his belt out of his jeans, quickly binding your arms. You kept squirming, anxiety flowing through you.

"Shut up and be a good little slut puppy for me, okay? M'Gonna breed you and fill you up. You can be my cute little wife." Jeff took deep breaths as he yanked down your bottoms, hands quickly grabbing your ass and squeezing the flesh. "I'll look after you, I'll keep you nice an full and you can cook for me." The tone in Jeff's voice left your stomach swirling, he sounded detached from reality.

You turned to look back at him, nervous eyes meeting dark lustful ones. Jeff grabbed your hair, yanking you back into his chest. You whined at the pain as he manhandled you, his hand wrapping around your jaw and pushing your lips together. You couldn't help but open your lips, welcoming his tongue into your mouth as you gasped into his.

You felt like your lungs were going to collapse before you finally pulled away, you looked up at Jeff gasping for breath as you gazed at him with hazed eyes. Jeff's mind took note of how you looked, it went straight to his cock. Jeff shoved you back down, spreading your ass and spitting directly into your hole.

You let out a soft sob, taking deep breaths as two of his fingers slid into you. Your eyes widened and you let out a silent scream as Jeff wasted no time in slamming straight into your prostate. Every wail that left your lips was going to play in Jeff's head like a mantra, he couldn't wait to see what his cock would do to you. "Such a pretty little puppy, gonna take my cock like a good boy?" Jeff grinned, teeth showing as he wrapped his free hand around your neck.

It wasn't long before you were sobbing and rutting back against Jeff's fingers, he would go almost painfully quick only to slow down, teasing you and driving you insane. You begged between sobs, not entirely sure on what you even wanted. All you knew was the fact that Jeff was fucking you with his fingers and your throat felt raw.

Tears ran down your cheeks in a continual stream, the feeling of Jeff's hand occasionally cutting off your oxygen had you drawing away. Jeff could tell from the look in your eye that you were gone, mind cloudy as he roughly fingered you. He loved the way you would let out a frustrated cry every time he denied your orgasm, begging him as you curled your toes inside your shoes.

You could feel yourself start sweating, body humming with excitement. Jeff roughly grabbed your hips and spun you around, dark eyes roaming all over you. He pushed your shirt up, shoving it into your armpits. You Jeff's hands gripped your biceps, fingers digging into your flesh and he moved forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your jaw dropped, almost weeping when Jeffs tongue began rolling around your nipple, his teeth occasionally scraping lightly against the bud. He pulled back to blow air onto the bud, relishing in watching you shudder. He'd never seen you this messy before, blue icing streaked across your chin, which he gladly licked up. Flour had stuck to your clothes and your hair was a mess, you looked delicious in his eyes.

He began sucking on the other bud roughly, his teeth catching it harder then previous. He wrapped one arm around your waist while he used the other to roughly roll your nipple. You whined and squirmed in his arms, choking out moans inbetween cries. "Y-yeah, m'pretty lit-little wife." Jeff groaned after he pulled away from your now overly sensitive nipples.

You panted as you looked up at him, slightly swaying against the counter. Jeff watched you for a second, the look on his face scaring you and making you beg for more. He pushed you down onto your knees and unbuckled his belt, groaning at the sight of you on your knees looking up at him.

He was surprised you were taking it, he figured there'd be more of a fight. You looked so submissive, right now. He pulled out his cock and without hesitation your wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hands holding his thighs as you arranged yourself to get more comfortable.

You rolled your tongue around the tip, eyes closing as you concentrated on licking his cock. You felt your own spit begin coating your cheeks as you sloppily licked your way back up to the tip. "Hm-" You choked as Jeff suddenly thrusted into your mouth, you looked up at him with a panicked look as he began pushing further into your mouth.

Jeff almost came with how tight your throat was, practically seeing stars as your wet throat wrapped around the tip of his cock. "B-be a good boy, move your ton-tongue side to side like a g-good doggy." Jeff choked out, trying not to slam down all the way in. "Breathe through your fuc-king nose!" He growled, pushing further down your throat.

He watched as you finally got the hang of choking out breath through your nose, whining around his cock as your tongue danced around his heavy dick. Your eyes rolled back when you finally made it to the base of his cock, your cock leaking onto your shirt. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction.

It was too much, you didn't know how much more you could take. His cock seemed too big to fit inside of you, you had never taken anyone this big and you were doubting you could. Jeffs hands gripped your hair hard as he suddenly began fucking your throat, moaning at your rolled back eyes as you forgot how to breath.

"S-such a good boy. Fu-fuck such a good hole." Jeff's words had you moaning obscenely around his cock, you had never thought of yourself in this position, being completely dominated by some sketchy customer. He pulled out of your throat and pulled you up by your hair as you choked, his precum dripping down your shirt.

Your legs gave out and you fell into his chest, his arms wrapping around you and sitting you on top of the counter. He mockingly pitied you as he wiped the tears from your cheeks, his hands rough and scared. He quickly yanked off your shoes before roughly pulling down your bottoms and boxers, you pushed yourself up to help him get them off.

Jeff's hands grabbed you by the thighs, putting them onto his shoulders. He took a moment to look at your completely fucked out expression before he begin pushing inside of you. "Oh, oh! wai-wait!" You begged as Jeff kept going, you shook with your mouth hanging open as he finally bottomed out.

You keened, feeling his cock deep inside of you. It almost felt impossible to move, all you could do was try to remember to breath inbetween your loud wailing. Jeff ate it up, mentally patting himself on the back for choosing such a good little wife. You looked so pretty crying because he was breeding you, he could tell you weren't at all use to something this large being inside of you and it had his cock throbbing inside of you.

You wrapped around his cock so nicely, your soft walls squeezing his cock tight as he railed into your prostate. His hand hit the wall, using it to anchor himself, his other hand grabbing your hip tight to pull you back onto his cock.

You felt too hot, too full, sobbing as Jeff used you like a fleshlight. He fucked you with no regard for you and you loved it, his cock slamming into your prostate had you cuming quick, squeezing tight around Jeff. Jeff suddenly pulled you up into his chest, arms wrapping around you so he could bounce you on his cock.

"Fuh-Jeff ple-." You choked out, his cock quickly overstimulating you as you came down from your orgasm. You fell boneless, arms flopping over his shoulders, his shoulder banged against your throat but you let yourself sink into him. He railed into you with abandon, rock slamming deep inside of you.

You thought you were loosing your mind, body vibrating as you slumped against Jeff whilst softly moaning. He easily bounced you on his cock, it would scare you if he hadn't fucked your brains out and left you drooling over his shoulder.

Jeff's thrusts got sloppier. "G'na fill up that slop-sloppy h-ole." He bit out before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, drawing a yelp from you as you felt him pierce skin. You hugged him tight as you sniffled into his shoulder, he chuckled before cutting himself off as he came, biting down again.

Jeff leaned against the counter, keeping you on his cock as he basked in the after glow. You whined a the discomfort, shuffling in Jeff's arms before a red hot smack was landed to your ass. You looked at Jeff wide eyed and he giggled with glee. "You should relax, we have a long night ahead of us." Jeff's voice was deep and husky, leaving you shaking in anticipation .

[dozing-marshmallow]

Dawg…..i NEED NEEED NEED more of Chris Nibling with the other campers please 🙏 🙏

You ask, you shall receive ;D

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER AND CAMPERS (CONTINUED HEADCANONS)

“Where did I leave it...?” The pretty blonde girl wondered around the campsite one day, in search of something. She finds you sitting in your beach chair and the missing item fades from her priorities,“Oh! Evening (Y/N)! Woah...you look tinier than I remember...” 

“Huh?” You look up at her. Did her mind go on holiday again?

“Yeah! You’re like a little kid, I’m surprised they let you on the show!” She blurted out. Yep, it has.

“That’s because I am a kid! Not a little one.” You proudly remind her,“A little kid wouldn’t own a makeup kit now, would they?” you held up the one you found to her, not knowing it was hers, let alone what she was searching for until she squalled.

“Omg!” She plucks it from you, her long hair shimmering with the sun,“Thanks (Y/M)! You’re like my Santa’s little helper! Oooo! Have you ever tried this stuff?” 

“The makeup?” You tilt your head,“Isn’t it for adults?”

“It’s for everyone!” Lindsay averred,“Oh, it’s a must! Makeoveeer!”

The idea startled you,“I don’t know... Uncle Chris might not-“

“Ohhh we’ll be fine! He’ll totally change his mind after seeing it!” She was very certain, which could either mean it’ll go exceptionally or horribly.

Only one way to find out.

"So lucky!” She holds your jaw up,“You're still at that age where you can eat whatever you want, whenever you want!”

"Huh? Can't you also eat whatever you want?" You asked your beautician of the day, unaware of adolescence’s side effects.

"I caaaan't! Too many carbs and butter tarts is bad for you!" She complained,"You break out into hives, grow hair everywhere and get taller...!"

“Eww!” you pull a face of repulsion,“I can’t imagine what you’re going through! It sounds so hard!”

"As Buddhism says, it's a part of life if you wanna keep tanning." A breath of sorrow, she searches her bag,"Okaay... Um, let's start off with the foundation!"

You watch her squirt some of this skin matching liquid on her blender,"Do you know what you’re doing?”

"Sure I dooo! But I bet you didn't know that when I was eleven, we had this charity called something Foundation visit us at school and they weren't even about make up!” She begins to dab it on your cheek,“So glad I exposed those con artists in front of everyone! What kind of charity deceives people like that?"

Uh huh...

"Eyeliner time!" She declares, hoarding the blender back into her kit.

You didn’t recognise what “eyeliner” was until she took it out, a pen looking thing,“Ohh I know what that is! My uncle uses that all the time! I always thought the way he did it looked creepy.”

“Uncle? You...have an uncle?” She repeated wide-eyed like the term was foreign.

“...Chris?”

“Ohhh right!” Her mind brought back to the minimum work,“That’s where I know you from!”

Having that needed to be recalled, you were kind of getting scared about what was she putting on your face.

“Let’s add a beauty mark therrrre! And you’re done!” She takes out her mirror and holds it in front of you,“Tadaa! What do you think?”

“It’s the wrong way, Lindsay.” You lightheartedly inform her.

“Oops! Sorry!” She flips it around, and you see the final product at last.

You gasped... 

Wow!

Maybe it’s because you were inexperienced with makeup, but in your eyes, Lindsay was phenomenal, the very best: the shine on your nose and correctly placed pastels were all so glamorous to your young mind, you felt guilty for ever doubting her. She knew what she was doing!,“I love it! I love it, I love it, I love it! I look like those models Uncle Chris talks to sometimes! I don’t think I ever wanna wash my face again!”

"You're welcoooome!” The “dumb princess” chimed, twirling her finger around a strand of her hair,”Still think he won’t like it?”

Absolutely not! Maybe if he likes it enough, you could convince him to replace his current make up artist with her! Fingers crossed!

Hearing DJ, you jump into a non-lethal bush and waited until he was in your peripheral vision to grab his attention.

“Thought I heard you (Y/N)!” he warmly came over to you, used to your ways of a child,“Everything alright with you?”

“Yep!” you emerge, lifting your head up to make eye contact with the tall jock,“I wanted to know if...you wanted to feed the squirrels with me.”

“Aw, I’d love to-“ He paused. He had to remember that this adorable child was related to Chris,“Count me in!”

"Yay!" You pull onto his large hand and led him into the woods. Seeing a family of squirrels, you lean on a log and pass him your spare bag of nuts. While you waited for the bushy tailed rodents to warm up to you, DJ had a very serious question to ask.

“What’s the name of your teddy?”

Oh man! You were going to miss him so much when he goes,“Mrs Maple! She was there for me since day one! Chris got her for me.”

He takes a second to appreciate your innocence, connecting the story to his relationship with momma,“You really love him a lot, don’t you?”

You made a fuss from his imprecise words,“Mrs Maple is a girl!”

“I know that! I meant Chris.” Now they were precise; even at your error, he managed to not raise his voice if it meant the feasting squirrels could continue entrusting their vulnerability to the both of you.

“Ohh! Yeah, I love him a lot too! He’s on my top ten favourite people list(and so are you)! There’s no uncle in the world I would trade him for.” You exclaimed, goodbye-ing the squirrels in your thoughts,“Aww...”

Luckily, you weren’t left alone by nature’s animals for long; something further away moves into your sight, slow and mature. You excitedly point it out,“DJ, do you see that? There’s a moose over there!”

And he returns the excitement, by picking your smaller body up and sitting you on his shoulders. Woah! You’ve never been this high before! “Let’s get a closer look! Moose are also friendly.”

With his hands secured around your legs, you spread your arms out, mimicking an airplane,“Weeeee!”

Another session of free time led the campers to be diffused everywhere on the island, so there were very few people in the mess hall- such as Harold, Leshawna, and yourself, who was playing uno with Duncan. The stack was currently a green 8, like his mohawk. It’s Duncan’s turn and he takes a pause, before smirking.

“Two plus six makes eight...” he places down two cards at once, a blue two and a blue six.

This boils you to take discipline,“Pick up two cards, Duncan! You can’t do that, that’s cheating!”

“No it’s not!” He revolted back.

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!” you huff,“Chriiis!”

Having being called, your uncle gets up from where he was sitting and comes behind you,“What’s the problem?”

“Tell Duncan he can’t do that!” You demand, throwing a finger at the smug juvenile delinquent.

Chris complies to your exact words, by repeating in a dull tone,“Duncan, you can’t do that.”

“Aww come on, dude! You should’ve seen what I did! Look and decide as the host if it’s fair.” He gleefully folds his arms.

So Chris does and whether it was so he could see you irritated or that he genuinely liked what Duncan pulled, he approved of it.

“Hah! Sorry smarty pants!” Duncan laughed in triumph at you gritting your teeth,“Looks like you’ll be the one picking up two cards!”

You throw your deck at him,“No I won’t, because I quit!”

“Aww, is someone mad they couldn’t handle my genius?” He derided, resting his face on his palm, monobrow wiggling.

“Shut up, cheater!” You stuck your tongue out at him,“Cheater!”

So annoying!

[weirdleeenough]

One Shot, Adventure

It really is falling in love. And the fall is treacherous.

At least it's an adventure along the way.

Reader w/a Crush! Unrequited Love, Questionable Overuse of the Word Adventure. SFW! 10 Second Bad Guy.

Monkey D Luffy / You

What exactly is an adventure?

You hadn't really paid much mind to the concept.

It wasn't a very important or necessary thing at the time, so who could blame you? Sure, you'd understood the basic idea of it.

Going somewhere to find something interesting. But, wasn't the word adventure so ambiguous? It was a risk, and a journey and then also an experience. You knew very well that none of those words were synonymous, of course.

Actually, your real question all along was, what was so amazing about an adventure?

Amazing enough that Monkey D. Luffy felt that the mere mention of one would make you just drop everything. All that you'd built, and healed and survived from. None of it would matter in the face of an adventure. It was his assurance, his promise, his smile.

Adventure could make you leave it all behind and say, 'Ah, it was worth it.'

You doubted it.

Monkey D. Luffy didn't.

Then Monkey D. Luffy slayed a man who felt like a God, and waltzed his way to Barry's Inn. Ate what you were sure was a meal even a whale would leave leftovers of. Laughed, laughed, ate again, drank, was so merry as he chatted.

All these collective moments were a part of his adventure.

You weren't sure there was much to it.

You just wanted to watch it a little longer. Because if you watched him long enough, you'd definitely find the right answer.

So, you joined his crew and became some diluted, proxy form of a pirate.

Now to answer your question, what really is the adventure? The future you could say with your chest that it was the itch on your back legs. Luffy got flees from the last island and no one's quite sure exactly how they're still living.

The adventure was the Merry's dining table, bite mark shaped indent at the edge because sometimes Luffy just doesn't stop eating. It was your comb tangled with reddish sun-tanned strands. And the bathroom that smelled of Zoro's lost stinky boot. Just where the hell was it?

The adventure was an island made of spoons, and a dog with human ears. It was Luffy deciding he'd go for a swim knowing very well the water was his undoing. Chopper dropped something off the side of Merry by accident, you know?

Usopp lied about being the last person to take a shit.

Zoro just might need glasses.

Nami wears the same bra size as you.

Luffy loves you.

Well, not just you. He loves everyone. In this clumsy way where he's the protector, the merriment, the one's who's so overbearingly honest you wish he'd just shut up.

The adventure was that love, in that moment, that you wished you possessed in the same way. Why couldn't you look at every person, and every breeze and every breath as the adventure?

Why only him.

Why could you love only him.

Only his family. Only his moment.

The adventure consumed you, and here comes the risk, here comes the journey. May experience find you and drown you in that smile.

Oh, did experience find you. Maybe today was divine punishment. Today was the moment adventure got a little hungry and wandered off on his own. Nami needs new shoes. Usopp just might be off somewhere being the pirate king. Zoro's looking for liquor and Chopper is looking for Zoro.

You're alone.

And everything you reeled from and healed from had found you again.

He came like a wave and washed you away, battered you against the cliffside and made you wish you never left that god forsaken island for something as small and vague and meaningless as an adventure. You were fated to lay here, weep here, die here.

You swore adventure was nothing in the face of this man who'd held you captive since you were a babe. Who you barely escaped with torn flesh, blood dripping fingertips, ashen mouth agape. The man who stood so tall his shadow blocked the sun, the moon, and the stars.

He crushed you beneath his boot, would take your life if only adventure didn't appear with a snare.

"Are you okay?"

That's what Luffy asked you. Then he turned, smiled like if nothing was ever wrong or shameful or miserable. He told Zoro to come get you and that was the last you saw of that. Until half an hour later when the earth shook and the cliffside crumbled. Luffy came back dusted, with a scrape on his lip and elbow.

This was adventure too. You were adventure.

Curse it's name.

You never wanted adventure, you wanted a boy named Monkey D. Luffy. A fickle thing love is.

Careful, don't get confused.

It's an easy thing to do when adventure smiles at you like that.

sorry this took as long as it did. and sorry it feels as empty as it is. i think i just got tired of staring at it in my drafts🥲.

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: May 20, 2024 🎀

omg it'd almost the end of May, what the heck? I'm so excited, I leave to Colorado for my 8 weeks of work very soon and I can't wait! it's going to be such a cool experience being in a new place for a while!

Monday was a good day. My dad and my boyfriend both think I overdid it on the physical exertion a bit, and I agree. I took a long walk, outside, in 95 degree heat, with no sunscreen. Which is why they said I overdid it because my chest and shoulders are sooooo sunburnt. But Monday was amazing! Started off strong, ended not as strong but still good!

🩷 What I Accomplished:

~13k+ steps for the day

took an hour and a half long walk outside(it was amazing, I loved it, I stayed hydrated ans soaked up all the sunlight and fresh air)

completed a 30 min beginner pilates workout from Move with Nicole

did my morning journaling and gratitude

wrote down a positive quote of the day and read through my journal where I wrote down some things that I want to read daily

read and "annotated" 14 pages of Atomic Habits

took a 20 minute power nap

worked a ~6.5 hour shift

drank at least ~80oz of water (that's pretty good given I used to drink like 20oz a day and wonder why I never felt good)

took my two medications + vitamin D supplement

took a cool shower and washed my hair at the end of the day

went to sleep early!

💞 Good Things That Happened

my friend and a supervisor im close with complimented my appearance in a way that gave me a confidence/motivational boost

my other friend and I decided we're probably getting our nails done together next week

that same friend ^ and I are going to go shopping next week as well

my work is going to schedule me where I can still go to brunch with my dad on Friday!

my man starts his first day of work on Tuesday (I'm so excited for him! It's gonna suck not being able to text him all day, but I'm so proud of him for getting this job and all the progress he's made)

got complimented on how efficient I was at work by the night shift supervisor

ate goods that made me happy without feeling guilty or anxiety about it

💔 What Could've Gone Better

I over ate a bit at night after work and felt kind of bloated and sick when I went to bed. it's okay tho, things happen, and Tuesday is a new day <3

super sunburnt!!!! my chest and shoulders are bright, bright red! and I'm a naturally pretty tan person, so seeing my skin that red, yep, I'm definitely super burnt! need to wear sunscreen and protective clothes when I take a shorter walk on tuesday

I definitely overdid it on that walk. got too overzealous and pushed myself a lot. my legs were hurting so bad by the end of the day and that's not good. as much as I enjoyed the walk, I need to be so much more kinder to and thoughtful of my body. it does a lot for me, and I need to treat it right <3

💗 Stuff For Tuesday

take a shorter walk outside in the morning

read more of Atomic Habits (and annotate)

begin studying Spanish some more (fell off the habit but I have a lesson next Tuesday the 28th, so I need to be prepared!)

do some gentle morning and night skincare (my face is a little red from yesterday but not too bad since I wore a hat during my walk)

do my morning beginner pilates and gratitude journaling (I've already done these as of right now, but I struggled with the so-called "beginner" pilates video from IsaWelly. practice makes perfect, tho so I've got to keep consistent!)

book nail appointments with my friend for next week (hopefully the nail tech/nail salon I go to has availability for her and I to go together! I also need to pick the design i want!)

budget for this upcoming paycheck and what I need to save vs what I'm going to spend (and need to buy)

work a ~5 hour shift

talk to my man over video call at the end of the day to see how work/training went for him (it's his first day of work, but it's a hands on training kind of day for him as well)

💕 Song of The Day: aespa - Supernova

what an absolutely amazing song omg. aespa literally never misses with their music. I almost put Spicy, but I've been obsessed with Supernove since it dropped. I love it so much <3

That's all for Monday, like I said, it was a beautiful start to the week for me! And here's to Tuesday being a good day as well <3 I hope everyone here has a wonderful beginning of their week!

til next time lovelies 🩷

[reno-writes]

The Clean Confession

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 2,796

Type: Fluff

Characters: reader (anyone), Traflagar D Law, the Heart Pirates

Trigger warnings/content: Some tension, implied nudity, sleep-deprivation

Note for new One Piece readers/watchers: Traflagar Law always calls someone by their name and adds a "Ya" after. His crew is primarily made up of humans, except Bepo whom is a white polar bear that can talk. Law also has the ability to manipulate space. He will say "Room" to make the space, then "Shambles" to switch the person or thing out with som

"Y/N-ya", seeing the snapping of his fingers, the T and H blurring wasn't what Y/N should be seeing; rather, their vision blurred. "Oi oi, you can't be picking up my habits now."

The Polar Tang was quiet, some sounds of sea creatures swimming by as if they were uneasy with the presence of the Captain of the Heart pirates. A splitting migraine was spawning at the temples of Y/N's skull. There wasn't much left to assist the captain with at this point, however, with how little he had slept too, it was all becoming just an endless cycle of working in pure darkness. The submarine hadn't gone up for air, or at least they hadn't seen the surface as they were constantly stuck in the library. Sometimes when they were out of the room, they would glance at the air bubbles rising and dancing around the windows of the sub. "You aren't making any progress, and you need rest."

"Says you", they retorted quickly, nearly cotton-mouthed with how little they were drinking water. The captain was dumb, well, sometimes. Metal warping under the weight of water, as if signaling that the sounds were much louder in both mate’s ears. Seas calling out for them, beckoning for more adventure. A heavy groan slipped past the captain’s lips as he tilted his cap forward, hiding the prominent bags under his eyes. “I only learned from the best, and adapted from the cap!”

“Don’t act so childish,” Law pointed at Y/N, trying to guide authority and their glance to their face. “I am telling you to go to bed Y/N-ya.” Frustrated was the main emotion, mixed with fatigue.

“Doctor’s orders?” Another unblockable groan. His hair was beyond greasy, as if neglecting his own health even. His very toned body looked almost frail in the candlelit library. Yellow sun bleached pages, emanating the dark scribbles in the notebooks. Being told what to do is what made Law angry, but both figures were living off the fumes of smoke, stale coffee and body odor. His eyes locked on the person next to him, his eyes drooping almost the floor was calling for him to just lie down and nap. “As a doctor myself, you need rest too. Along with a bath.” Y/N’s eyes looked like the color was drained of life, yet they sparkled for more information. “Unless you have better orders.” The captain tried to speak, but what came out was a tonguetied garble of letters. Realizing that nothing was coherent even in his ears, his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink on his tanned skin. “That settles it,” clapping the open book between their hands, they weakly smile. “The bath should be ready anyway, let’s head there right now.” Y/N got up and stretched their arms above their head, cracking and moaning softly at the release of air in their joints.

“Are you implying we bathe together at the same time?” As if his scruff was doing all the talking. It was kind of unsettling how often Law stayed up to just study, make plans and take care of his crew. Even Y/N saw that as clear as day. Y/N sighed then grabbed the shoulders of the captain. Trying to lift him up out of his chair, as for some reason, his body obeyed under his crewmate’s touch.

“You bathe with Bepo all the time.”

“I don’t with the others,” quickly snapping his jaw to make sure there weren't any other ideas. He treasured Bepo a lot, to the point he has gone to concerts with him, even bent rules to make his favorite bear happy.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if someone washed your back and just relaxed for once? I can just help you out for once,” Law could feel the smile that Y/N was trying to muster up to ease the doctor’s mind. It was true, no one has ever really been in such a vulnerable and small space with Law, other than Bepo that is.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he finally admitted. Setting his book down quietly, they both slowly trudged to the bathing area to meet the fresh scent of bath water, bamboo soap and some steam. Making it the all familiar blue door, Y/N pushed all their weight against the door as their wrist had all of its power drained. A few seconds after they opened the door, Law dragged his feet, almost closing the door but not caring to have the door meet the frame. A very slow lift of his tight hugging tee, gripped onto his lean frame. He turned around only to be met with Y/N was slowly peeling off their bootcut jeans, gasping as they bent back up, meeting the eyes of the captain. They stared at each other, seeing if one would move before they moved themselves. It was awkward, seeing half their bodies exposed in such an intimate space, but then again, the fatigue was slowly getting to them.

“I-...um,” Y/N softly spoke. “You diagnosing me or somethin’ doctor?” Eyes frantic, he shook his head and turned around. He isn’t used to seeing something not furry within the same space as him. His companion also took in the sight of his small frame. Seeing if his body changed size, or if they were getting used to his body not half-exposed.

“Shut up. I just zoned all was all,” voice wavering as his eyes were trying to comprehend what his body was trying to take in.

“Or is it, you are socially awkward with people in general.”

“No! I mean…I-” his words trailed off as he snaked out of his pants and underwear in one swift swoop, as Y/N chuckled and took off their top and placed it on top of their disheveled clothes on the counter. “You won’t speak of this with anyone you understand?” Y/N laughed as they grabbed a clean towel and put it on top of their arm, waiting for the captain to make a move towards the bathroom. “I mean it Y/N-ya!”

“Alright alright,” giving up finally. His clothes folded nicely next to Y/N’s, grabbing his own black towel as well. “You going to block the door or…” 

“Oh, right right,” Y/N said, opening the door. The hot steam hitting their face immediately, the bright light nearly blinding the two figures stepping into the shower section. Small stools placed in front of the mirrors so that no one would miss a spot to scrub. Y/N hovered at one of the stools, and glanced at their captain. As if giving permission to sit down, and scrub first.

“I’ll scrub you first,” Law offered. Propping themselves behind Y/N, he soaked a small washcloth that was hanging nearby and pumped body wash, rinsing it quickly with water and then rubbing the towel against itself to create small bubbles. He grasped Y/N’s shoulder, making sure that they wouldn’t move as he gently worked on scrubbing the dead skin, sweat, dust, scent of dust off Y/N’s spine. Small moans and groans spilled from Y/N’s lips. The bliss of finally feeling the grime come off their skin was nice, especially since they are finally relaxing for once. Stress and fatigue slowly went down the drain, as Law scrubbed every curve of Y/N’s body. Until they felt a long drag from the towel move from the top right shoulder blade down near their lower spine.

“Captain, let me scrub you.” Law was definitely starting to fall asleep, his rough exterior was different in how he washed Y/N’s body and lightly took care of them. Afterall, it was his job to make sure his patients are well taken care of, and his crew was no different.

“No no, I am not done-”

“Captain, you have been up longer than I have. Let me take care of you doctor,” Y/N slowly getting up from their stool and slowly getting up, not trying to slip on the suds and getting behind Law.

“Oi, oi, oi. Don’t stand behind me like that-” His eyes were frantic as it was his blind spot, knowing that anyone could attack from behind, he is always careful, but extra careful in this current state. Y/N pushed him down to sit down on the stool, to make sure he would comply.

“I insist,” which didn’t make him feel any better. Law could use his abilities while he is still out of the water to his fullest capacity. It wouldn’t hurt to relax for once. His assistant made work scrubbing his body, quickly, a little sloppily, but thoroughly. Tilting his head back as Y/N slowly poured a small basin of water through the oily locks. The doctor’s body relaxed into the stool, leaning against Y/N as if he was falling asleep right there. His long lashes flutter shut, as his breathing became deep and even, his body easing against Y/N’s.

“Yes,” he breathed out. It felt nice for once- “Hey watch where you are touching!” Sitting upright at the towel dragged on his abs. His assistant backed up, looking ashamed and nearly bowing at a ninety-degree.

“I…Sorry boss. I asked if you wanted me to scrub your chest, and you said yes, so…” they looked so embarrassed. Law could tell they meant well, shaking his hair as the droplets splashed against the mirror. They sat down next to law, rinsing off the remaining tiredness and soap of their body, law looked them up and down and rinsed off the soap off his own. When did his assistant look so good? It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t attracted to Y/N’s wit, personality and a smidge of their looks. He never paid it any mind because they were crewmates, doctor and assistant, and just straight up friends. The air felt thick in the library earlier, but both figured it was just the air that hadn’t been let out from the room for a while. He saw their bare legs, the color of their eyes, the way their mouth parted when they stared back in the changing area.

“You know Y/N-ya, I wonder how we even became this way,” Law asked as he stood up to finally dip his feet into the hot waters, water wrapping around his tired body like a blanket. His groan rumbled in his chest, echoing off the humid air.

“I think about this as well,” they hummed out as their legs submerged under the warmth. They sat across each other, eyes closed, basking in such a relaxing fresh atmosphere. It’s been days since they left that room, not only that, a mental break as well. “If I hadn’t treated you, maybe we would have never met.” There was the snarkiness that sometimes put him back into reality. There was a reason why he was attracted to Y/N’s being. He wanted to explore that aspect of them, knowing what was so different about them than his crewmates whom he threatened to put under the scalpel if they didn’t behave.

“Y/N…so….” his lashes attracted water, as the droplets fell into the bath. Their bodies were so far apart, yet their voices reached each other’s ears as if they were in front of each other’s faces. “Why come along?” That was a question that his crewmates asked, and they got the simple answer of “A secret”. This time it felt different.

“Hmm,” they pondered. “To learn about new walks of life and medicine,” explaining much deeper than earlier. Law’s eyes opened, staring at the ceiling. “Not only that, maybe knowing someone to the point they would be my standard of how to diagnose people.” So that is why. They were not interested in love, they were not interested in fighting, they genuinely wanted to help people. “That’s why I know you are 191cm, maybe 187cm when you slouch, weight roughly 85kg, blood type F, waist size-”

“Alright alright, enough. You know me so well,” he grumbled. “It's as if you are dating me, geez,” Y/N could sense he was rolling his eyes out of embarrassment.

“What? Doesn’t your crew know more about your personal moments?” Y/N teased. It’s been awhile since they talked normally like this, instead of just medical tactics. A soft splash of water, he shifted his weight so he was leaning against the side of the bath.

“To be honest, yes they do know of those moments, but no one knows me that personally,” which perked up the ears of Y/N. “Which reminds me, with how long you have been here, how long are you intending on staying?”

“Erm, as long as you are willing to let me stay captain,” they spoke out bashfully. Law nearly slipped and dunked his head under. That took him by surprise for sure. “I quite like your presence,” confessing that there may be more beneath the teasing and witty surface. “Heck, if you would let me…”

“Would you stay by my side?” They both sputtered out.

“Huh?”

“Oi oi, no way-” Law shook, splashing a wave of water at Y/N, clawing his way out of the bath. “We didn’t just confess something did we?” Trying to find his path out of the bath as fast as he could.

“I guess we did doc-...I mean Law,” they said, almost teasing and cooing at him. “It will be lovely seeing you in the morning at the table for once.” A short growl came out, as his wet footsteps printed the wooden floorboards of the bathing area.

“N…no you won’t!” Chuckling as his towel slipped off his thin waist as he slammed the bath doors shut. He was definitely awake now. He ran to his private quarters, his clothes in hand, trying to keep his wet towel from coming off completely. Drops of water getting all over his fresh sheets that Penguin probably put on for him, despite Law always asking him not to go into his private room without permission. Grabbing a pair of folded boxers from on top of his dresser, he hastily put them on and flopped on his bed. The cold air raking his body, sending shivers down his spine. “What am I going to do with you?” Feeling his eyes close, sighing. “I’ll figure it out in the morning…”

A loud knocking came from the front door, and Law’s droopy eyes opened up. He felt, for once, not tense, not agitated, but free. Running his fingers through his coarse locks, he got up and opened the door. “What?” Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, Ikkaku, and Uni fall into his room with tears running down their faces.

“Boss!” They exclaimed, clearly full of worry from his lack of leaving the library. Law’s jaw dropped to the floor, jumping back so he wouldn’t fall beneath their weight. “You finally are back!” Jumping out to hug him, but with the flick of his wrist, his palm from a downward position, to up.

“Room…” he muttered softly, looking at his favorite bear, regretting that he was going to do this to them. “I’ll see y’all at brunch,” he shook his head finally. “Shambles.” They were gone, but all five were replaced with towels. Transporting them to the changing room that he had just been just less than a day ago. Grumbling about how he can’t get peace anywhere, he starts putting on his tank and skinny jeans. Thinking about what happened the night before as what he heard was just something that maybe he heard through his sleep-deprived brain. He didn’t want to think about his feelings if he confessed it in the bathroom. Law grabbed his sword and made his way with a spring in his step to the dining hall. Where he met a bunch of happy faces eager to eat with him.

“B-boss!” Bepo piped up again.

“Yeah yeah, let’s eat.” A smile creeping onto his face as Penguin gave him a cup of his favorite coffee.

“Kind of nice to eat with all of us, isn’t it Law”, spewing out some coffee at Penguin’s face, he looked at the direction that teasing voice was from. “Thanks for that personal talk Law. I won’t forget it,” Y/N smirked while drinking their glass of water.

“What did you talk about?!” Bepo demanded.

“Tell us!” Penguin grabbing Law by the collar. Law’s smile turned into a slight frown, realizing that what happened last night was not a fever dream. He is going to have to deal with the confession after his cup of coffee and calming his jealous crewmates, before confirming what status his assistant would be to him.

[dreamsgazer]

Hello 🤗, love your works. I know you've done a sick prompt, but I was wondering if you would want to write another sick prompt with a crybaby reader who gets a migraine and (if this doesn't gross you out although this doesn't have to be in great detail ofc) throws up and Tan comforts the reader because they're in pain.

Dear Anon, you have no idea how happy I am to have received this ask, and thank you for your kind words! It means a lot!

I hope I did your request justice!

Warnings: mention of v*mit, nothing graphic at all though, some mild swearing.

MASTERLIST | Requests open, but I'm a bit slow in answering them!

Safe Harbor

The bang of pain makes you open your eyes and wince immediately after.

A migraine. A fucking, painfully horrible migraine.

You knew you shouldn't have indulged in the celebrations for Tangerine's return as much as you did. Too much sweets, too much champagne, too much loud music in the night after your scrumptious dinner together, too much of everything - except for the sex. Frankly, there is no such a thing as too much welcome -back- home- sex.

You fell asleep so happy, and now you feel on the verge of screaming in frustration.

As quietly as you can, not wanting to disturb his sleep, you slip outside the bed, sway down the hall, and reach the bathroom just in time for your stomach to explode.

You feel horrible, gross, and cold, not to mention that running to the toilet has significantly worsened your head's throbbing.

When a second wave of nausea hits, in the middle of the chaos you feel a fresh hand pressing against your sweaty forehead, while your hair is kept away from your face, wrapped in a rudimental ponytail.

"It's okay love, I've got you. Breathe."

Tangerine.

Of course, he woke up. He's such a light sleeper that you wonder if he sleeps at all or just lays down with his eyes closed.

You want to tell him you are sorry you interrupted his rest, you are sorry he has to see you in such a state, you are sorry for being sorry for something you can't control, but all you can do is whimper weakly that you have a migraine.

When the worse has passed, he helps you to sit with your back against the cold, tiled wall of your bathroom. Tangerine immediately notices how you wince when the faint dawn light hits your face, and quickly closes the roll shutters.

"Thank you," you murmur, letting tears slip down your flushed cheeks "I'm sorry."

"What the fuck are you sorry about?".

You gesture at yourself with trembling fingers, too much in pain to even contemplate a witty retort.

He shakes his head, kneeling before you "Let's bring you back to bad, shall we?"

The thought of standing and walking makes you want to cry a bit harder than you are already doing, and you lean on him without shame, wetting his bare shoulder with your tears, and whimpering at every step. He holds you while you wash your face and rinse your mouth, and not once he looks bothered of how slow and whining you are being.

When you are finally laying down on the stupidly costly sheets Tangerine insisted to gift you some months ago, he firmly orders you to wait for him there, while he goes and searches for some ibuprofen in your cabinets.

When you don't reply with one of your retorts, he frowns "That much in pain, uh?"

"Migraines suck," you whisper softly, closing your eyes once more.

Tangerine presses his lips against your forehead, his words tender on your skin "Be back in a second, alright, love?"

Swallowing the tab and the water goes more smoothly than you thought, thanks to his strong arm holding your shoulders, but you can't help rolling on your side and groaning when your brain crashes against your temples with a spasm.

Yep, this definitely sucks.

The mattress dips when Tangerine slides next to you, his arm holding you close to his side, comfortably resting between his chest and those biceps you love to hold on to so much.

"Try to get some sleep, beautiful, it'll help."

"I doubt it," you whimper bitterly, snuggling even closer to him. Despite the shower he took when he arrived at your apartment, his skin carries a faint track of cigarette and vetiver from his perfume.

Perhaps it doesn't help with the migraine, but it's a welcome reminder you are not alone and he's returned safely from his last mission.

"Trust me," he insists with a huff "When you are in pain, nothing is like some good, old sleep."

Well, you guess that when it comes to pain, he has way more experience than you, so maybe his advice is not so wrong.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," you whisper, kissing his scarred skin. His moustache tickles the tip of your nose in return, and he grunts "Don't mention it."

Tangerine is an exceptional partner, in many ways, but you know he still feels funny when you praise him for being kind, or gentle, or nice to you.

He's used to being strong, in control as much as he can, tough to the point of breaking himself before letting anything happen to Lemon or you, once he allowed himself to welcome your relationship in his heart.

You guessed a long time ago that a successful assassin cannot afford to be perceived as anything less than deadly dangerous, and from the bits he told you about his and Lemon's childhood, being praised was dramatically rare.

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Considering all of this, the fact that he lets you see the side of him that adores cuddles, gentle teasing, and plain affection feels like a privilege.

Your breaths synchronize, and you feel your eyelids heavy.

"Tangerine," you murmur and he kisses your forehead again in silent acknowledgement "I'm really happy you are here."

A moment of silence, and perhaps you can feel his body pressing even more into yours before he answers quietly about breakfast together in the morning and a day just for the two of you.

If you liked it, please feel free to comment and reblog! I truly appreciate it.

[calumsrockstar]

Surf's up - Ashton Irwin

a/n: possibly thinking of making this into a series?

Word count: 1.4k

Where you go to the beach, and you encounter a very sexy australian surfer

contents: fluff, swearing, weed use

Surfer!Ashton x Reader (fem)

You were always a fan of the beach, the way sand felt on your toes, how salty the water was... But, since your family went on a holiday every summer, it turned out to be a bore.

"y/n y/l/n! you are going to the beach whether you like it or not!" Your mother exclaimed. You rolled your eyes. "I don't get why you force me to do these things." You exclaimed.

You felt like a teenager again, being pushed into trips with your family, the problem was, you were an adult now, and still were being treated like a kid.

"Fine, but I won´t have to stay with you guys the whole time! Deal?" You asked your parents. "That´s fine." Your dad replied.

You finally got to the beach house. Immediately you put on your bathing suit and went to the beach.

One of the things you enjoyed the most was making sandcastles, even though you were 20 now, this reminded you the most of your childhood, comforting you in ways that touched your soul.

While you were making your sandcastle, someone bumped into it, destroying the whole thing. "What the fuck? Watch where you´re going!" You screamed. "Sorry..." You heard a voice from above you.

You looked up, and there he was, his brown hair, lightened from the sun, his tan skin, slightly sunburnt, and the most beautiful green eyes you´ve ever seen.

He reached down with his hand, pulling you up. "I´m sorry, I can help you rebuild it?" He said. And he had an australian accent. God damnit.

He looked you up and down. He was thinking the same as you, your hair was curled from the salt water, your delicate face, and the way your coverup hugged your body made him stare.

"It´s fine, don´t worry about it... I´m way too old to be making sandcastles anyway." You rubbed your hand at the back of your neck and laughed. He smiled back.

"I think it´s adorable." He winked. You started blushing. "Are you from around here?" He asked. "No i´m just here on vacation with my family." You replied.

"Oh... that´s too bad." He uttered. You raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Why´s that?" You asked. "I was just wanting to know you better." He smiled. Your legs went weak.

"Well, I think i´d like to get started by knowing your name first, mystery man." You laughed.

"The name´s Ashton, what about yours?" You grinned. "I´m y/n, nice to meet you." You stuck out your hand, into his, creating an awkward handshake.

"I don´t know if this is too sudden, but... Would you like to hang out at another beach tonight with some friends? It´s something casual, just a few buddies." He asked, tugging at his green choker, with a pearl on the center. "Yeah, i´d love to." You replied.

"Awesome, would you give me your number so I can give you the info?" He questioned.

"Yeah, no problem, my phone´s just in my bag, i´ll go get it." You turned around and walked to your beach chair. Ashton turned around, trying not to stare.

You gave him your number, and to text it to know if he got it right. You recieved a notification saying "Hello, nice to meet you, y/n." You smiled.

"See you tonight then." You smirked, showing the dimples on your face.

"See you." Ashton said. When you left, he couldn´t hide his joy, wiping the smile off his face.

The evening came, you went to go take a shower, wondering what would happen tonight. You washed the salt off your skin and shampooed and conditioned your hair.

You finally picked out an outfit. A white skirt paired with a pink bikini top.

You braided your hair and put on some mascara, breathing deep. "We´re just gonna hang out", you told yourself.

Meanwhile, Ashton was at Calum´s house, accompanied by Mike and Luke, were getting ready.

"So... you finally got yourself a girl?" Calum asked Ashton. "She´s not my girl, she´s just someone I met, we´re just gonna hang out." He replied.

"That´s not what you sounded like when you were describing her to us." Luke said.

Michael teased Ashton, repeating what he said. "Oh! She´s so pretty! She seems perfect." He exclaimed while putting a hand on his forehead.

"Shut the fuck up dude..." Ashton said, combing through his hair and putting on a floral red shirt.

It was finally time, the sky was clear and the night was warm, Calum, Mike, Luke and Ashton were sitting around a campfire at the beach, waiting for you, listening to the crackling of the fire.

You arrived, walking, since the beach was not far from your house and Luke was the first to see you.

"Dude, is that her?" He asked Ashton. All of them turned to look at you. "A bit out of your league, don´t you think Ash?" Michael punched him in the shoulder. "Smokin´ hot." Calum agreed.

Ashton ran up to greet you, and you both hugged. "Hi." You giggled and looked into his eyes. "I was thinking you would never show up, you look good." He laughed.

Luke looked at the boys. "We´re literally a collective third wheel right now."

He held your hand to bring you to the other guys, they all stood up and hugged you, then you all sat down around the campfire, you were sitting in the middle of Calum and Ash.

"Guys, this is y/n." He said, introducing you.

"So, what brings you here to our beautiful beach hangout spot?" Calum laughed, taking a drag of his joint. "Well, i´m here with my family on vacation, not really by choice. But I got invited by Ashton here, so it´s not that bad." You winked.

"How did you two meet?" Michael asked.

"I was just surfing on the beach, and I knocked over her sandcastle." Ashton laughed. "Yup, true story." You agreed.

"You smoke?" Calum asked you. "Occasionally..." You smiled. Calum laughed and passed the joint to you, the light dimming down with the wind.

Calum passed you the lighter. "Ash, can you help here?" You asked. He put his two hands over the joint while you light it. Looking at you, thinking about how lucky he was to have met you. You took a puff.

"Thanks." You smiled up at him. "No problem." He blushed.

Calum looked over to Luke and whispered. "You could cut the tension here with a knife." Luke giggled.

Luke whispered something in Calum´s ear. "Well, we´re going inside, we´ll let you two be." Calum exclaimed. Michael also understood the message, and left with them.

You looked at Ashton, and he shrugged his shoulders. "You can finish it." You told him, passing the joint to him, watching him take one last puff, throwing it on the sand.

"I have an idea." Ashton smiled. "What?" You asked him. He took you by the hand and dragged you close to the ocean.

"Let´s jump in." He told you. "Are you crazy? it´s like 10 PM." You laughed at him.

"Who cares? I promise to save you if you drown." He told you. You punched him in the arm. "That´s not funny!" You laughed. "It´s a little bit funny." He replied.

"Okay fine, but baby steps." You told him, taking off your skirt. He froze, and you smiled. "Hey, my eyes are up here." You laughed. "Sorry."

He took off his shirt and took your hand.

He tricked you, he picked you up and ran into the ocean with you, as you screamed and laughed. "Ashton! Put me down! I don´t wanna wet my hair!"

You both splashed in the water together, fully submerging yourselves.

You came up for air, so did he. "Too late, princess." He smiled.

You couldn´t even be mad at him, he looked so beautiful in the moonlight. His hair going curly after it got wet.

He took your face in his hands and pulled it closed to your face. "May I?" He asked. You smiled and nodded.

He placed a kiss on your lips, momentarily breaking because of the force of the waves, but kissing again after.

You both got out of the water, and you started running. "Where are you going?" He asked you. "Come get me and you'll see!" You shouted.

Ashton ran after you, and soon enough he caught up and wrapped his arms around you. "What was that?" He asked you, turning you to face him. "Wanted to feel you hold me."

"There's more than enough time for that." He smiled and kissed you again, more passionately.

"I'm so glad I met you, y/n." He told you.

"Me too, Ash."

[sweetflanfiction]

Second Chances - Part 5

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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Arthur looked around, surrounded by trees. He could kick the Arabian into full throttle and disappear. To where though? To revenge Micah and Dutch? To find Charles or John, wherever they were? To get caught by the law and get back to where he started? He looked back at the woman, still leaning on top of that brute of a horse.

'Kill'em with kindness' one of the girls from the camp told him once. Is this what good people do?

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You looked at the trees in front of you as you spoke your peace. It was the truth. Maybe you were naive, and the truth was you were being selfish, at the time. And now he knew it, you had laid it out. One thing your father taught you was to be honest and let others know what you thought. People are like books and if you don't let people know what's written in them, they won't see it.

The man hadn't hurt you two, and was completely mobile for 4 days. And he had been a 'guest' at your house for a little over a month. In addition, you had washed him, fed him and treated him during that time, so you were rather comfortable around him. Despite the fact that she understood he wasn't feeling that way about her.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, while both reeled from the words you had spoken. You could almost hear the gears in his head turning. He was deep in thought. Under the hat his brows furrowed and the wrinkles around his eyes became deeper. And then he returned to his blank-faced manner.

He cleared his throat and restarted the track search without another word. He kept looking at the ground and you kept looking up, searching for the tanned horse among the foliage. Surrounded by nature you only heard the hoofs of your horse, their whines, the sounds of birds and the wind in the leaves. Relaxing, if it wasn't for the purpose of your visit.

"Why do you keep him?" Arthur asked suddenly, not looking at you. "From what your father says, this ain't a first time thing."

"He's injured." You answered and Arthur looked back. "We think it's a sprain, the vet thinks it's a sprain… hell, for all we know the mighty God up in heaven thinks it's a sprain. The thing is, he is too stubborn to understand that we need to keep him still and quiet while it heals. Then he can go frolic wherever he wants."

He mumbled something under his breath but you didn’t understand what it was. You had no time to decipher it before he put his hand up, mentioning for you to stop. You did so and instructed Mac to stay. Your faithful companion halted as soon as he heard you.

“Up ahead.” You heard Arthur whisper and looked at the place he pointed.

It was a small clearing with some grass. The horse was grazing there, limping, his hind leg probably in pain. You shook your head and snorted in annoyance.

Arthur dismounted and you followed him, crouching in the area, a tall bush hiding you both, shoulder to shoulder.

“You see that…” You referred to the horse's hind leg and saw Arthur nod. “That’s where it’s sprained. He keeps putting weight on it and it keeps getting worse…or at least stayin’ the same…stubborn mule.”

“We could just leave him be.” Arthur proposed and you looked at him, noticing he was looking at you from under the brim of his hat, weighing your reaction.

You narrowed your eyes at him and tilted your head, positive the dislike of his tone was apparent in your expression.

“No."

"Why not?" He probed. His face was blank, but his words exuded disdain

"Because I’m as stubborn as that horse, I’m gonna get him better and after that he can decide to do whatever the hell he wants." The parallels between Arthur's situation and the horses didn't escape you. "And then I’ll tell him the same as I told you five minutes ago. Now, you can help or leave. Either way, that horse is returning to the ranch.”

You heard an audible sigh behind you but the rustle of leaves told you he was about to help. 

“How are we doing this?” he inquired and you turned back to him, hands on your hips.

“I usually ride after him in circles until I can get him near the ranch and then let Mac do his thing. It usually works, but it entails exactly the opposite of what we need him to be doing.” He was nodding silently and, once again, you noticed him going into that deep thought expression. 

You tilted your head curious about what he was coming up with, quietly letting him run through his scenarios. He looked up at you once satisfied. You grinned at him.

“I’m all ears Mr. Callahan.” You told him without him saying a word, and you noticed a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Can you ride bareback?” You nodded and grabbed the lasso from his saddle. "OK, here's how we go about it.”

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It took you about 40 minutes to get Arthur’s plan to work, but in the end, you got the horse. Arthur's plan was a crazy scheme that consisted of a well-timed bark from Mac, and an opportune lasso throw by Arthur. It ended with you getting on top of the runaway horse while your companion kept him calm.

He led the horses back, with you still mounted on the runaway horse, Mac following happily beside Dusk, his job done. Around the front of the house you saw your father and two other figures. 

When the horse was safely inside the enclosure, you jumped down from the injured horse and grabbed the rope around its neck. Arthur led the other two horses by the reins beside you. Mac knew his job was done and ran over to Luca, sitting next to your father’s legs.

Your father looked back at you both and waved, waiting until you got near. The two other figures were Doc Brant and his wife Eleanor Brant. 

“How far did he reach this time?” Your father asked as you both approached the group, hands crossed over his chest and eyes looking at the stable.

“The same as always I reckon.” You shrugged. "He never travels far, not with that leg."

"Would you like me to check it?" Doc Brant smiled, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"You got a promotion from people doctor to animal doctor and told me nothing 'bout it, huh?" Mrs. Brant joked, smirking at her husband.

Mrs. Eleanor Brant stood smiling next to her husband, her blonde hair already filled with grays, twisted in a braid, her skin always having a rosy tint above the tan. You liked her. She was homely and motherly but a jokester. When your own mom passed, she was one of the people that cared for you the most. If you had to write down the formula for who you take after, she'd be one of the first names on the list. 

What you truly loved about the woman were her ideas, the way her mind worked. Unlike many of the people on the surrounding farms and ranches, she and Mr. Brant couldn't conceive children. So they turned to assisting others. And while her husband was an actually certified physician, she knew as much as him and more. She liked to study herbs and other types of medicine that helped you in a pinch. Sometimes normal medicine was expensive or inaccessible, but she seemed to always have some herbs that would help anyone. 

"The basics are still the same." He replied in a mock angry tone.

"It's fine Doc. The last two times the actual veterinarian was here he said the same thing. The fellow just needs to rest." Your father noted and everyone nodded.

Nobody liked the animal doctor, but he was the only one around. Unlike Doc Brant he wasn't in it to help. He was in it for the money and the business. The three of you were silent, cursing the vet and his way when Arthur cleared his throat and your heads jerked in his direction. 

"Ah, my boy!" Doc beamed, patting the younger man on the arm. "I see you are recovering well! How are you feeling? Is the dust giving you trouble? You get tired quickly?"

"Morning sir, ma'am." He tipped his hat and you had to force yourself to not smirk at his cowboy-ish charm. "I've been feeling better, thank you. Still trying to figure out how this happened."

"This?" Doc questioned, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"I was told by a doctor in St. Dennis that it was TB. For all I knew I was dying." Arthur said, honesty dripping in his words.

"Well, sometimes those big city doctors forget that there are more diseases out there that ain't deadly." Doc patted Arthur's arm and smiled. "Just be glad we got you when we did. If the sickness hadn't killed you, something else would have."

You were about to joke about his earning a peaceful death, but he cut you off.

"I'm still trying to come to terms with it, but I reckon hell wasn't ready for me yet."

"Oh Mr. Callahan, maybe it's heaven that thought you needed a second chance." Eleanor smiled softly at him.

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[notsofunsenpai]

♡CHRISTMAS MORNING♡

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :D

I've been working on this since, like 11am :,)

If you see any grammatical errors or sentences

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You woke up to a chilly morning or well to a chilly room. You opened your eyes to see there was little light coming through the light blue curtains from the upcoming sun. You groan to yourself, noticing your partner was dead asleep. You scoot closer to him,giving his soft lips a gentle kiss before attacking his face with kisses. His eyebrows furrowed as he slowly started to wake up hearing your gentle voice,"Merry Christmas. " he heard as he slowly opened one eye and then closed it.

You pout at him when he tried to go back to sleep. You then placed your lips on his tan neck and started kissing that,maybe leaving a bit or two. His breath hitched a little as he opened both eyes now, attention fully on you.

"Merry Christmas." You said again with a lazy smile placed on your face. He gives you a few kisses back,"Good morning. " he replies in a deep, sleepy voice. He gently rolls on top of you,arms around you as he attacks your neck with love bites and kisses.

"Get off,you're heavy." You whine to him.

"Nu uh honey,you woke me up." He said, kissing you again,making sure you couldn't get up.

"Can you make breakfast later on?" He asked,kissing you some more. He kissed your jaw, and when you tried to push his face away with your hand, he took hold of your wrist,giving it a kiss up to your hand.

You nodded to his request,feeling butterflies in your stomach and feeling your face heat up with all this kissing so early in the morning.

He then goes back to your lips,sliding his tongue into your mouth while his hand goes through your hair,grabbing some of it as he deepens the kiss. A small moan like noise escapes your lips as you feel your lover's smile against them. Kenji shiver slighlty when he felt your cold hand touching his bare chest, then moving down to his hips.

"Cold baby." He said almost like a whisper as your hands went lower down into his sweats,the thumb of your hand brushed over his hairy dick (idk) before wrapping your hand around him. Your hand quickly warms up,making Kenji moan softly as you take him in your hand. It was almost too much for him but not quite.

Your lips were back on his as you playfully bit his lips as he desperately moved his hips upward, pushing himself through the tunnel of your impatient fingers,"Baby.." He breathes out. He rest his head against your shoulder, brething heavily, as his hands held onto your hips,"fuck.. almost close." He manages to say,feeling his muscles tense you keep jerking him off. He felt like he was going crazy,it didn't take long when he lost his patience,moaning loudly as he thrusts fasters into your hands. It doesnt take Kenji long,he lets out a loud groan as your hand is all sticky while he lays on you breathing heavily and mindless. It took him a minute to come back to reality, he curses and kisses you again.

"Merry Christmas. " he finally said,feeling greatful for your love,your touch,and your kisses. He slowly gets up,going to the bathroom to clean himself up with a shower as you got up as well to go in the bathroom as well to wash your hands. Kenji had started the water,to let it run so it'll be the right temperature for him,"Gonna join me babe?" He weakly asked.

You shook your head no," You won't be able to take your hands off of me,and i took one last night." You said,grabbing your orange-redish toothbrush from the minon cup that was on the sink. Kenji pouts at you before pulling down his pants and going into the steamy shower,closing the shower door behind him. You turned on the faucet,wetting your toothbrush as you put toothpaste on it and starting to brush your teeth,making sure to turn the water off when you were done using it. Once finished with cleaning your teeth, you spat in the sink and turn the water back on,rinsing your brush and cleaning the sink from toothpaste. Before leaving the bathroom, you tooka glance at Kenji,admiring his muscular body and his beautiful tan along with how handsome he looked when his hair was wet all the way back .

"Love.. i can feel your eyes burning in the back of my head." You heard him chuckle.

"Can't help it,look so beautiful. " you replied.

"Take a pic,it'll last longer."

You lightly laugh at him,"Next time, it'll will." You answered before leaving the bathroom then to the kitchen. You turn the lights on,nearly blinding you in the progress but your eyes quickly adjusted as you walked to the Insignia bottom freezer fridge,opening to find the fridge to find the ingredients you need since you knew your lover might be in the shower for abit. You decided to make a breakfast cassorle made out of sausage. You preheated the oven to about 350 and while that heats up you got a baking dish and coat it with butter,and got a bowl cracking about four large eggs,2 ½ cups of whole milk, ½ cups of heavy cream and ½ cups of cheese welll you put some extra cheese in there because you like cheese and wanted to make it really cheesy. You then whisk the ingredients together and when well whisked you put it to the side and got a non stick skillet out and put some oil on it then turn the stove on to let that heat up,once it was nice and hot you added about one or two pound of sausage crumbles,then adding some small peppers you had cut up from the other day to the skillet,cooking them until it looked done enough. You add some french bread slices to it before pouring the batter you made from earlier on i, then add chees, then repeat the processuntill you run out of batter. You then with heating gloves put the pan into the over and let it bake for awhile as you were doing that Kenji had just came into the kitchen,drying off his hair with the towel he was using and was now wearing some new sweats and a black Christmas sweater you had bought him the other day. You walked up to him kissing him as he kissed back,"Have a seat breakfast won't be done for another forty-fiv, but would you like something to drink or maybe a snack?" You asked him.

He takes a seat as herestst the towel on the back of the chair,"I'll take some orange juic, please." He said,taking his phone out to play on. You nodd and going into the fridge to get the jucie and pour it into a cup,putting the jucie back in the fridge and handing the cup to him. You took a seat next to him as the two of you chatted about this and that for abit,after awhile you went up to check the cassorle. You put a tooth pick in it,seeing nothing on it you threw the toothpick away and got the gloves, taking the breakfast cassorle out to cool on the counter and turing off the oven and stove. While it was cooling you cleaned up your mess,knowing you'll regret it later if you don't do it now. You then got a clean knife and cutting a piece of the cassorle and putting the cheesy gooeyness onto the plate,serving it to Kenji who happily thank you as you gived him a fork. You got yourself a slice and sat next to him as the two of you both ate and talked until you finished the food.

"I'll help you with the cleaning." He said being generous for one as he takes the dishes,and starts doing them while you grabbed some tinfoil and wrapping the leftover cassorle and putting it in the compact fridge for later for a snack or something. Once everything was cleaned, Kenji told you he was going to call his ma to wish her and the fam a merry Christmas,if he didn't, he wouldn't hear the end of it from her.

When he finished calling her, the two of you exchange gifts. You got him new stuff for his office, like a new chair that he had to put together and a new light up keyboard. Kenji had gotten you some perfume/colonel along with a 50 dollar gift card,"i got another gift for you, love. Close your eyes. " he said.

You obediently closed your eyes as he got up and made a lot of noise of trying to find what he needed to find. You felt him sat back down next to you,"Okay, you can open."

You open your eyes to see he was holding a red box with a green ribbon on it,"Open it." He said nervously.

"No need to be nervous, love. I'll love it no matter what." You reassure him with a kiss, then open the box to gasp at a red ring thats shapped like a heart with red little studs on them,"i love it so much!" You excitedly said,hugging and kissing him.

"Heh,it aint nothing special. Couldn't afford a wedding ring, but the least i can do is give you a promise ring to let you know how much i love you and how you mean to me." He said, kissing,holding you tightly.

"You don't need a ring to show me that stuff,your attention and affection is all i need from you."

"Sooo does that mean i gotta take the ring back?" He asked with a smile.

"I never said that now." You jokingly said before giving him a lovingly tender kiss.

"Merry Christmas,Kenji."

"Merry Christmas, my future wife/husband. love you." He said, taking hold of your hand,kissing it once more with a smile on his face.

[kingofbasicfanfiction]

D. Hale: Morning After

Stiles is eased awake by the morning light washing over his face through the bedroom window. Before Stiles is fully awake, he can already tell that Derek’s gone. Stiles feels the spot next to him, and it’s cold. Derek must have been gone for a while. 

As Stiles sits up and stretches, he grunts, feeling pain coming from his lower back and ass. It’s a dull and delicious pain. Like the good pain you feel the day after a good workout. Stiles’ morning wood throbs thinking about the multiple times Derek knotted him last night. It was spectacular. 

Stiles heads into the adjoining bathroom. After relieving himself, he takes a look at his reflection in the mirror. A small smile graces his lips as he sees Derek’s mating bite. 

Stiles runs his fingers across the raised skin of the bite. He shudders as the touch sends a jolt down to his groin. Damn, that’s sensitive.

Stiles takes a quick shower. When he steps back into the bedroom, Derek hasn’t returned. Stiles frowns, a man who’s built like the incredible Hulk, shouldn’t be so stealthy. 

Stiles takes a page from Derek’s play book and slides on his jeans with no underwear. He then pulls out his phone from his pocket. 

Stiles notices that he got a text from Derek at 5:45 AM, it’s now 6:20 AM. 

Pup, I’m swimming in the pool out back. Come and get me when you wake up, and I’ll make us breakfast

Stiles stomach rumbles at the mention of ‘breakfast’. He leaves the room, shirtless.

Stiles certainly isn’t ripped like Derek, but he has confidence and knows he looks good. He has a visible 6 pack and a treasure trail that starts from his belly button and vanishes beneath his jeans.

In the kitchen, Stiles walks through the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard.

Stiles steps onto the back deck, taking in the big pool. The pool also includes a nearby jacuzzi and matching pool furniture. The woods surrounding the area gives it all an ‘enchanted forest’ vibe.

Stiles’ attention quickly locks on the figure swimming back and forth through the pool. Stiles marvels at the back muscles flexing under tanned skin. Those tree trunk-like, hairy legs propelling the gargantuan body forward. Those insanely sculpted arms cutting a path through the water with ease. Stiles winces as his erection presses painfully against the zipper of his pants.

Stiles doesn't know how long he was watching, but eventually, Derek swims to the edge, using the ladder to climb out the pool. Stiles’ eyes grow wide and his jaw drops.

Derek looks like Posideon rising out of the ocean as he climbs out of the pool. It’s as if a stone statue of the Greek god was brought to life. Stiles hungrily watches the water droplets slithering down, in between the groves of Derek’s chiseled abs, desperately wanting to lick them up. 

The water trickles down and disappears beneath… holy shit.

Instead of swimming trunks, Derek is wearing a tight, black speedo. Derek’s speedo is being stretched to their limit; the fabric is straining to contain his massive bulge and protruding muscular ass. 

Derek has mischief gleaming in his eyes as he saunters up to Stiles. He wickedly grins down as his mate. He presses a finger beneath Stiles’ chin, closing his mouth.

“Close your mouth, pup. You're going to catch flies that way.” Derek teases.

“S-shut up, it’s your fault, being all wet and sexy. L-look how the water drips down your abs. Damn, I want all my beverages poured down your abs as I drink. A-and fuck off with that speedo. I-I can make out the head of your cock through them!” Stiles sputters.

Derek snickers. “Drinking off my abs, huh? I’ll have to remember that, pup.” 

He then leans down, into Stiles’ face, with a playful grin. “You know pup, I’m only wearing these because I didn’t want to shock you too badly. Normally, every morning, I swim out here in the nude.”

Stiles moans, “Fuck Daddy, you’re trying to kill me aren’t you? You're trying to make me so horny and hot that I combust into flames.” Stiles says, talking before thinking as usual.  

Derek gives a deep-belly laugh as he picks up a towel. Stiles blushes in embarrassment, he’s never grown out of his serious case of ‘diarrhea mouth’. Derek, on the other hand, has always adored that about Stiles, it always made him smile.

“Damn pup, you’re as adorable as you are sexy.” Derek complements as he dries himself off, “I don’t know whether to cuddle you, or fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” he says with a wolfish grin.

Stiles groans. “Derek, you can’t say shit like that, especially when you’re dressed like this, it’s completely unfair.”

Derek gives Stiles a wink and bounces his pecs for him a few times. He then walks over and lays down on a nearby lounge chair. He stretches out his legs and rests his right hand behind his head, involuntarily flexing his bicep.

Stiles audibly gulps at Derek’s massive form laid out like that. His skin and the ridges of his muscles glisten under the sunlight, thanks to them still being damp.

When Derek adjusts himself in his speedo, Stiles follows his movement and gasps. There’s no hiding the huge, cylinder tube pressing against the fabric of Derek’s speedo. Stiles can clearly make out the veins through the material. 

Derek’s demeanor suddenly changes. A dominant presence surrounds him. His eyes go hooded and are filled with heat as he stares at Stiles.

He crooks his finger. “Come here now, pup.” Derek commands.

Stiles’ body instantly obeys Derek. 

Derek points down. “Kneel, on the chair, between my legs.” Derek commands and Stiles obliges. 

He kneels on the chair, between Derek's legs, and braces his hands on Derek’s watermelon-crushing thighs.

Derek’s eyes flashing red for a second is the only warning Stiles gets. The werewolf grips the back of his hair and forces his face into his over-crammed bulge.

Stiles doesn't resist, allowing his face to be smothered in Derek’s manhood. The scent of chlorine and Derek’s personal brand of sweat, and musk fills Stiles’ nose, overpowering him.

Derek keeps Stiles in place as he starts thrusting his hips upward, humping Stiles’ face. 

“You feel that, pup? Do you want Daddy to fuck your throat with his fat dick?” Derek growls as he continues to hump Stiles’ face.

“Yes Daddy, please.” Stiles pleads, voice muffled by Derek’s ample bulge.

Derek rests his ass back down and releases Stiles.

“Then pull Daddy out, pup.” 

Stiles fingers the waistband of Derek’s speedo, and swiftly pulls them down, revealing Derek’s monster cock. It springs out, smacking against Derek’s cobblestone abs, and then slapping Stiles across the cheek. 

“Suck me.” Derek dominantly growls, with a dark tone.

Stiles eagerly brings his head down and takes Derek’s girth into his mouth. 

Derek watches his cock disappear between Stiles’ luscious, pink lips with rapt attention. He groans as he feels his mate’s hot, wet mouth, enveloping his thickness.

Stiles slowly starts working his mouth up and down, hollowing his cheeks. He uses his tongue to map all the veins along Derek’s shaft, and licks the bulbous tip peeking out of his foreskin and leaking pre like a faucet.

Derek sandwiches Stiles’ head in between his big hands, taking the reins. Stiles goes lax, surrendering to Derek.

Derek rumbles in approval, pleased by Stiles' obedience. “Yeah pup, going to fuck your mouth. Remind you who you belong to.” He grits out.

Stiles loves Derek’s dominant nature; loves surrendering to his whims. It gives him immense pleasure. He doesn’t know why or care that he’s built that way. 

Derek starts jackhammering into Stiles’ mouth. 

Every time Derek drags Stiles’ mouth down his long shaft, it’s met with an upward thrust of his hips, burying himself deep in Stiles’ tight throat.

Stiles reaches down, fishes his cock out his jeans and starts stroking himself, matching Derek’s thrusts.

Stiles may not have a gag reflex, but Derek’s cock is so thick that it blocks his airway everytime it lodges itself in Stiles’ throat, making him choke. Spit and Derek’s pre are dripping out of the corners of Stiles’ mouth and down Derek’s long, veiny shaft.

Derek’s in complete ecstasy, watching Stiles come apart as he brutally fucks his face. Listening to his mate choke on his fat cock as he drives it deep down his throat, is music to Derek’s ears. 

Derek tightens his grip on Stiles’ head. “Oh yeah, pup, choke on Daddy’s big dick.” Derek hisses through clenched teeth.

Derek keeps Stiles’ head in place and starts snapping his hips wildly, fucking into Stiles’ mouth with savage tenacity. His heavy with cum balls keep slapping against Stiles’ chin with a wet smack. Derek snarls in pleasure as he feels Stiles’ throat convulsing around his length. 

Stiles is stroking himself faster, loving being used by Derek. He moans, sending vibrations through Derek’s cock. Derek moans in return and quickens his pace.

When Derek’s hooded eyes meet Stiles’ watery ones abundant with pleasure, he loses it.

“Here it comes, pup. Don’t waste a single drop.” Derek harshly demands.

Derek’s eyes shine red, his canines drop, he tilts his head back and unleashes a roar that reverberates through the forest. Birds, for miles around, fly off in terror.

Derek’s cock starts pulsating as he discharges into Stiles’ mouth. Stiles swallows spurt after spurt of his steamy, thick seed. It tastes salty and mushroomy. 

Stiles is gulping as fast as he can. Derek cums so much, even after the countless number of times he ejaculated only a few hours ago.

Derek isn’t finished once he pulls his softening cock out of Stiles’ mouth. Derek pulls Stiles up his body, and then turns him around so his back is lying on Derek’s front. 

Derek bands a muscular arm around Stiles’ midsection, and then he starts stroking Stiles’ cock with his free hand. 

Stiles moans and withers in pleasure, on top of Derek. He’s glad Derek’s place is so isolated because he can’t control his volume. 

A shiver travels down Stiles’ spine as he feels Derek’s hot breath against his ear. “Now be a good boy, and cum for Daddy.” Derek murmurs.

Stiles is already on the edge of the precipice, and this pushes him over. Stiles wails as he cums in Derek’s hand.

Stiles lets the back of his head fall against Derek’s massive chest, as he breathes heavily.

“That’s my good boy. You made Daddy so proud.” Derek coos in Stiles’ ear, praising Stiles as his human calms from his high.

They both are sweaty and reek of sex, but are content as they rest on the lounging chair. 

They relax in comfortable silence for a few minutes, catching their breaths. Stiles is the one to break the silence, surprising no one.

“Look, I’m not complaining about morning sexy time by the pool, but you did promise me breakfast.” Stiles comments.

A deep laugh rumbles from within Derek’s chest and through Stiles. “And here I thought all that Daddy cream I shot down your throat would fill you up. I guess my pup’s a little glutton.” Derek teases.

In retaliation, Stiles reaches back and pinches Derek’s nipple. Derek’s huge body shudders and he’s unable to stifle his moan.

Stiles tilts his head back, glancing at Derek’s face, upside-down. Derek’s face is flushed. 

An impish grin plays on Stiles’ lips. He found Derek’s weakness. Stiles goes to pinch Derek’s nipple again, but the werewolf intercepts, grabbing Stiles’ wrist. 

“Now, now, don’t be naughty, pup. Daddy’s nipples are very sensitive. Play with them and I’m gonna fuck you hard. And I know your hole is still sore after last night.” With that, Derek stands up and tosses Stiles over his shoulder, fireman-carrying him back inside. 

Stiles isn’t complaining, he’s loving the show of strength and the view. While being carried like this, Stiles’ vision is dominated by Derek’s strong yet fleshy bubble butt. His boulder-like globes bounce and flex with his every step.

When they’re inside, Derek slips into some briefs (to Stiles’ displeasure) before starting on breakfast. Derek's cooking up pancakes, eggs, and bacon, while Stiles is sitting on the counter, keeping him company. They talk, getting to know each other better, becoming closer.

For so many years they were barely acquaintances, yet, in only a day, they’ve become the most important person in each other's lives. They’ve become mates.

Once Derek’s finished cooking they decide to eat at the dining-room table. 

Stiles grabs a jug of orange juice out of the fringe and follows Derek into the dining-room. He sits across from Derek at the table.

“You know, pup, I’m excited about tonight.” Derek says with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

Stiles raises an eyebrow, questioningly. “Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I’m going to see my pup dressed up nice. I’m taking you to Tony’s tonight, on a date.”

Stiles eyes widen. Tony’s is a fancy Italian restaurant. It's said to be the most expensive restaurant in Beacon Hills. Stiles' shop is successful but he doesn’t know if a date there is in his budget this month. 

Stiles goes to suggest somewhere nice but less expensive, but Derek holds up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t worry about the price, pup. Daddy’s paying for it and that’s final.” Derek uses his domineering tone that brokers no room for argument. Stiles can’t help but relent.

Stiles smiles at Derek, “Then it’s a date, Daddy.”

Derek beams right back.

Derek's grin turns devilish as he stands up and grabs the jug of orange juice. He walks up to Stiles, who’s seated in his chair. Derek stops right next to him, putting his hefty bulge right in Stiles’ face.

Stiles is getting aroused. The potent musk wafting from Derek’s crotch into Stiles’ face is making him hard.

“D-Derek, food?” Stiles stammers.

“Well pup, I remember something about you drinking off of my abs. I hope you're thirsty.” Derek says as he unscrews the top to the orange juice.

Derek grabs the back of Stiles’ head and presses his lips against his belly button. Derek then leans back, angling his midsection into a slide that leads to Stiles’ mouth.

Derek gently tilts the jug of orange juice, pouring a small stream of the liquid in between his pecs.

Stiles hungrily watches as the small river of orange juice runs through the contours of Derek’s rippling pecs and abs. 

Once it reaches his lips he laps at the juice with his tongue. He moans, this is the best orange juice he’s ever tasted. Derek’s dried sweat adds an addictive saltiness to it. He could drink this everyday.

Derek’s getting turned on himself. Adoring how his mate is worshiping his body. “Good boy.” He praises his wonderful and obedient pup.

Breakfast is cold when they get back to it, but they don’t mind.