#Darling! I'll be your hot water bottle today!

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Dragalia Lost Period Tracker

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Showing my fears

Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, George Russell and Carlos Sainz x fem reader

Summary: The drivers face your fears

Warning: nothing only fluff.

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Charles Leclerc

I loved winter; it was probably my favorite season. I adored the frost forming on the windows, staying at home under a wool blanket, watching a TV series with a hot chocolate in my hands, snuggled in Charles' sweet embrace.

But I also love race days, where you’re surrounded by fans who care about you and all your friends. It's a different kind of warmth from what Charles gives me, but I couldn’t give up either.

It seemed like a pretty calm day. As always on race days, my boyfriend accompanied Leo and me to the paddock. There was a light breeze, but no sign of rain or, worse, storms. Or at least, so I thought.

I was nervously biting my nails: Charles was fighting with Piastri for second place. I noticed Leo, curled up in my arms, starting to fidget.

“What’s wrong, darling?” I whispered, petting the little dog to calm him. A loud thunderclap tore through the sky, and the hand stroking his soft fur froze immediately.

My hands began to tremble, and my eyes widened. Adrenaline rushed through me, and soon the shaking spread through my entire body, making Leo even more alert as he began barking insistently.

Arthur quickly turned toward us, and in a swift movement, I felt his warm hand on my shoulder and his body heat surrounding me.

“Y/N, it's okay, I'll take you to the drivers' room,” he whispered softly, trying to calm me down.

I weakly nodded. Walking was difficult; my legs felt heavy, and my heart was pounding. I saw all the journalists' cameras pointed at me, and my vision blurred from panic.

Arthur sat me down on the couch. “I’ll bring you some water; in the meantime, put on the headphones, okay?” he asked, looking me directly in the eyes. With a slight movement, I reached for the headphones and turned on the classical music. By chance, the soft sound of a piano played, one I instantly recognized: I knew those notes by heart. I had heard them so many times at home, they were Charles’ songs.

Leo stretched out beside me on the couch, and I ran my hand through his fur, feeling his warmth reassure me. I closed my eyes and completely lost myself in the music, which drowned out the thunder.

I was immensely grateful for Arthur’s quick thinking; without him, I don’t know what I would have done.

After what felt like an eternity, I felt someone pulling me close, and my cheek pressed against something. When I looked up, I saw Charles gazing at me with his green eyes full of love.

“How are you, mon amour?” he asked, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“B-better,” I whispered faintly, as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

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Lando Norris

“Hi guys,” Lando greeted with a smile, as the chat filled with comments and hellos. “Today we’ve got this little monster with us,” he joked, poking my poor cheek with his index finger.

Suppressing a sincere laugh, I turned to him and lightly smacked his head with my lemon tea bottle.

“Hey, watch it, don’t flatten my hair!” he whined, running his hands through his curls several times to give them back their volume.

“You’re lucky you still have them, the way you treat them every day!” I said, pretending to be annoyed, turning my full attention to the chat. “Yes, Carlos Sainz is a bad influence on him,” I whispered, answering a comment.

“You’re just jealous of my perfect curls,” the boy laughed, raising an eyebrow. His expression was so funny that I burst into laughter.

Suddenly, Lando went pale, and his face turned incredibly serious. My laughter slowly faded as I asked, “You’re not offended, right? Because if I hurt your feelings, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I couldn’t finish the sentence because Lando pointed behind me. Slowly, I turned, and on the white wall of the room, among his precious helmets, was a giant spider.

A strangled squeak escaped me as I jumped into the boy’s arms.

“You’re going to take it out, right?” I asked anxiously, wrapping my arms around his neck in what was probably a death grip.

“Not a chance,” he whispered, clutching my sides, also visibly terrified of that abnormally large, many-legged spider, black as coal, with those tiny eyes that looked ready to jump on you at any moment.

“Please, do something!” I said, continuing to stare at the creature, which was calmly walking among the helmet collection.

Reluctantly, we stood up from the chair and grabbed pieces of paper and a transparent glass.

“Lando, on my count of three, you trap it, and then we take it to the balcony,” I whispered from behind him, so that if the spider bit or moved, it would be Lando who was at risk. I know, I’m a fantastic girlfriend.

“One.” The boy took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Two.” Lando got into position, holding the glass and the piece of paper just right.

“Three.” In one quick motion, Lando trapped the spider and ran towards the balcony, shuddering as if he had a thousand little legs crawling all over him. He quickly opened the sliding door and released the spider outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Gross,” he spat with a disgusted face, squirming like he was doing an especially wild dance, still feeling the sensation of tiny legs crawling over him.

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Oscar Piastri

It was a day like any other. Oscar had asked me to meet him in the drivers’ room because he needed some advice. It was probably something related to the race, or maybe he just needed some reassurance.

When I arrived at the door, I knocked, feeling the cold under my knuckles, but there was no answer.

“Oscar, it’s me, can I come in?” I asked, pressing my ear against the surface to catch any sound coming from the other side, but nothing—everything was silent.

Worry started creeping in with a thousand doubts: maybe he wasn’t feeling well, or worse, something had happened.

“Oscar, I’m coming in,” I said, trying to sound firm and decisive, but the only thing that came out was a hesitant whisper.

When I turned the metal handle, the room was partially dark, but I didn’t notice at first. Maybe Oscar hadn’t arrived yet, or perhaps he wanted to surprise me. As soon as I took a few steps into the room, the door clicked shut behind me, eliminating the last source of light.

My breath caught in my throat: I had been afraid of the dark since I was little, and Oscar knew that. Quickly, I walked toward the door and grabbed the handle, pushing and pulling violently, but nothing happened.

I started knocking incessantly on the cold, anonymous surface. “Please, let me out,” I said with a desperate voice, fearing that something or someone might emerge from the darkness surrounding me.

Luckily, after a short while, I heard two male voices talking outside the door, followed by a loud click: the door finally opened again. In front of me were the two McLaren drivers. Without thinking, I threw myself into Oscar’s arms, and he held me tightly.

“I told you it was a terrible idea,” Oscar whispered to his friend while tracing comforting circles on my back.

“You’re both jerks,” I said with a pout, mostly directed at Lando, but without pulling away from the calming, safe warmth of my boyfriend. I could stay in that position forever.

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Carlos Sainz

Today, of all days, was the one that every child dreads: going to the dentist. Only I wasn’t a child anymore; I’m now considered a grown, healthy adult.

I’d love to say this fear is innate, but that would be a lie. It all started when I was seven years old and had to have a baby tooth removed. I had never been to the dentist before, and you could say I was quite curious, like any child. While my parents talked with the doctor, I wandered around the room and found some instruments attached to a strange machine. Naturally, I reached out to touch them, and of course, I cut myself on the metal. The dentist was mortified, and my parents told me to be more careful.

I know what happened was just a pure accident, but that event, combined with the scary stories the other kids told—probably exaggerated—developed into a fear that refuses to go away.

Carlos held my hand tightly as I nervously bit my nails, my leg trembling slightly, unable to stay still from the tension.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, please follow me,” said the dentist.

Through clenched teeth, in a whisper, I said, “I don’t want to go.”

Carlos looked at me with a reassuring smile and eyes full of understanding. “I know, mi amor, but it’s just a checkup, nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“Will you come with me?” I asked, pulling him up from the couch with me, and hand in hand, we headed to the “torture chamber.”

Throughout the visit, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the dentist could make a mistake and leave me without teeth, but every time I looked at my boyfriend, my fears eased. Just losing myself in his brown eyes was enough to understand that everything would be fine.

“All done,” the dentist said seriously. I’m always amazed at how this man never smiles.

As soon as I got off the chair, I immediately reached for Carlos’ hand, feeling his warmth.

“So, how did it go?” he asked with a sincere smile as we walked out of the clinic.

“He didn’t smile once,” I said, still a little stunned by the experience.

Carlos laughed at my statement and squeezed my hand even tighter.

[clarkeyhill]

Bittersweet | George Clarke Fluff

You and George had been seeing eachother for a while now, but weren't official; you had both been keeping it under wraps waiting for the right time to post about it. You were scheduled to meet George for a date today but Mother Nature had other plans and led you to cancel on him.

You wake up around 9am to the sun creeping in your window, you grab your phone from your bedside table and see a text message from George "morning, I hope you slept well, we still okay for later?" You sit your self up when suddenly you see a puddle of red on your joggers "shit" your eyes roll as you make you way to the bathroom, you decide to jump in a quick shower to wash yourself down. You swap your clothes over back into your comfy wear, strip the sheets and throw them in the wash. You reply to George as your heart breaks a little you won't get to see him, he's been busy filming and this was the only time he was free. "Hi Georgie, sorry I can't I hate to say it but my period just came early and I don't feel well enough to move anywhere, I'm just gonna eat ice cream and watch movies 🥹" you reply to him, sighing as you toss your phone on the bed and go collect new sheets from your cupboard.

The time is now 12pm and the pain really starts to get to you, you hate your period because they're always really painful. You lay on the sofa clutching your stomach watched the office US for like the thousandth time. Still no reply from George mind, you get worried as normally he replies straight away. Your eyes become tired, the stress of your period wears you down and you slowly drop off. 4pm arises and you wake up you a loud knocking on your door "shit I must have fell asleep" you say rubbing your eyes. You shuffle over to open the door and you reveal a cosy George stood in an oodie with a bag full of snacks "seen as you can't come to the date, I'll fetch the date to you" he smiles as you stand there tears forming in your eyes a mixture of hormones and happiness as you've never experienced anuthing like this before.

"I thought you were mad because you didn't reply, I'm sorry we couldn't do anything good today, I've just woke up from the sofa I've been in so much pain" your bottom lip drops out as he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on the top of your head "anything is good if I'm with you, I would never be mad. You can't help it, let's say we get cozy in bed and watch movies" he pulls away and looks down at you, messy hair, one of his oversized shirts burying you "you look beautiful by the way" he kisses you softly "thanks baby" you reply smiling softly at him.

You make your way to your bedroom and set up your bed for a cozy night, fluffy throws, teddy bear duvet, a hot water bottle for your stomach and matching oodies. Your pour popcorn into a bowl and add m&ms's just as if you was at the cinema. You sink into George's chest as he wraps his arm around you m, you finish the episode of the office you both watched together the last time he was here and flicked the tv to one of your favourite Disney films, Tangled. "How could I have guessed we would have been watching this again" he chuckled "it's my fave, you can't tell me it's not good?" You respond "it is darling, you're so cute some times y'know" he smiles "I love you" you reply as you kiss his cheek "thankyou for doing this for me, I really appreciate it. I know it's not the ideal date" you sigh, he pushes back a strand of hair from your face "don't be silly, I'd rather you be comfortable and not in pain than us go somewhere and you not enjoy it, in pain" he plants another kiss on your forehead "and I love you too" he rests his head on yours as you both succumb to the coziness and dose off, life had never felt better

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[russellsppttemplates]

could i request the scenario where pregnant reader gets injured quite badly and one of the drivers is really worried and protective over her! like she badly burns herself at a christmas party trying to help one of another drivers kids or she trips over really badly? just some hurt/comfort !! 🪼☀️

Note: since I've already done the one where she trips, I went with the other one! Also, I'm not sure how it works in other countries, but when my mum had something similar happen to her, the lady at the pharmacy was enough to take care of it!

Cw: reader accidentally burns herself, pharmacy visit, medications

The McLaren Christmas party was in full swing as you felt someone tug on your dress, looking down to see who you could only pinpoint to Oscar Piastri's carbon copy, "hey Lucas! You look very handsome today!", you complimented the little boy, seeing him immediately blush. Like his father, little Lucas Piastri was also a shy boy, but in the buzz of the whole team, he managed to befriend you when he went up to see the races when his parents weren't around, "I want to bring some tea for mummy. She's at the table with my little brother and daddy is talking to a man who won't stop talking", he snickered, directing his eyes. Truthful to his word, Lily was holding her youngest son on her arms while Oscar spoke to one of the sponsorship representatives, so the conversation naturally grew long.

"Of course, darling. I'll carry the pot for you, it's very hot and you might burn yourself", you said, praising his request for help as you grabbed the pot with boiling water from the table. Because not everyone likes the hot drink, the catering team opted to have people get the teapots themselves if they wanted the drink.

You weren't sure how it happened as you had been steadily walking to the table while keeping and eye on Lucas, maybe a little tap from someone and your newly found need to adapt your center of gravity almost daily made you trip slightly, the pot losing its lid and leaving the scalding hot liquid to fall on your arm. While you were able to protect Lucas from being affected, your arm and wrist stung as two older men came to your help, "here, here!", one of them pulled the tray away from your hand as the other checked your arm, pulling you to sit on his chair.

"What happened?", you heard your husband's voice, worry etched in his voice as he looked at the reddening skin in your arm, "tea, she was carrying it for me", Lucas pouted, sitting next to you, "I'm sorry, auntie Y/N, I didn't mean for that to happen", he apoligised.

"It's not your fault buddy" you sighed, squinting as someone held bottle of cool water on either side of your arm, "but I think i need to get this checked out, make sure the skin isn't too burnt and needs something else", you looked at Lando, sending him a quiet signal to get Lucas to his parents and take you somewhere.

Leaving the dinner abruptly, you kept touching your skin, hissing when you hit a particularly hurt spot, "baby, don't do that, you might hurt yourself more", Lando said as he drove to the nearest open pharmacy.

When you got there, your husband was a mother hen, asking the lady who was taking care of your skin, applying a cooling cream and then doing a loose bandage, "until you get home, keep it bandaged up so it feels secure, but then you should air it out so it heals properly. It's not a deep burn, but you were wise to come and get it treated", she tranquilized, "there's no need to worry about mummy or baby, you'll be just fine", she stated, taking off her gloves and taking care of the creams and medications you needed to take home.

When you arrived home, Lando helped you take off your dress, careful with the tender skin as he placed kisses everywhere he could, "Oscar just texted me a drawing from Lucas wishing me a speedy recovery, look! It's a Formula One car by the word speedy, at least I think it is", you said, noticing a frown on your husband's face, "I'm sorry this happened", you attempted, hoping it would cease the crease on his forehead.

"It's nor your fault, and it's not Lucas' either", he explained, "I don't like seeing you hurt. You were being brave for him, but I saw the tears when the lady put the cold water bottles, and how you hiss everytime you move your arm. I don't like seeing you hurt, and little one doesn't either, she's been kicking non stop", Lando pouted, caressing your bump as he helped you put on your pyjamas pants, "if it's any consolation, I'm going to need you to be glued to me so I can do some daily things", you teased as if he hadn't been glued to your side since he heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time.

"How bad does it feel?", he asked, looking for your honesty, "it's okay. The local anesthetic cream is helping, but I could do with some cuddles", you said, allowing yourself to be sorry about the situation for a little bit, "cuddles it is, then".

(Thank you for you submission ✨️)

[faededaway]

Lucifer x reader

[Lucifer from Obey Me, Professor x student. University/college setting. No gender mentioned but reader has a vagina. nsfw]

Some thing about today is very off. You don't remember leaving your bed. It is as if you were asleep one second and the very next second, you're in class. You know you aren't dreaming. You have all your things: you bag, your books, your phone, your keys.

Yet,

You sit away from your usual seat. It is professor Lucifer's class. Usually you sit around the middle but today you take a seat right at the very back, devoid of people. Lucifer's the kind of teacher who makes everyone fill the seats up front.

You hope he makes an exception today, an exception for you.

You're just relaxing into your seat when the class quietens. He's here.

His leather shoes' rhythmic clicks against the floor set your heart ablaze. A strange sense of dejavu comes over you.

It is as if you've heard him and seen him in this same attire before: black slacks, black shirt with a tailored red suit vest. His usually gloved hands (claims he has dust allergy) are bare and the way he holds his flask, reminds you of his hands around something else.

My neck

Fuck

It comes back to you now. You had a dream, quite explicit dream of your modern language professor last night. It was so detailed that you'd woken up drenched in sweat (and other things) and tried to busy yourself with your day to forget what happened.

In doing so you'd forgotten that the first class you'd have, is his. He, who was in your dreams fucking you, albeit fucking into you would be more accurate, is here in front of you, somehow wearing the same outfit he was in your dream.

You take a sip from your water bottle and take some calming breaths. Dreams. Happens to everyone. It'll be fine. I just need to focus.

You try to focus on the lesson. Lucifer keeps his things on the desk and stands at the podium to deliver his lecture. He takes off his glasses and begins reading from the textbook. “Chapter 13 of the text book, discussion on loan words and borrowed words. We did an introduction on this last class. I hope you did your- part your legs, darling. Your want this.”

Oh hells bells. Your brain is picking and choosing words, reminding you of your dream.

He says, “listen”. And your brain replays: listen to the sound your pus-

This goes on for a while. It began with words but after twenty minutes of looking at Lucifer, your brain brings forth images of what you saw.

You are hot. Your brain is so fuzzy, the white noise of horniness drowning out the class lecture. You know he'd know if didn't pay attention.

So you think of ways to make it go away. You pat down your pockets for a miracle and feel a candy in your pocket.

Sour candy. Yeah that should do something.

You pop it in your mouth when, “I know it's early so I'll allow some snacks in class. But next time, please remember to close your mouth around m-”

With choked gasps, you swallow the candy whole. You didn't expect him to notice. You're sure he did not say anything remotely close to what you heard.

This is getting worse.

You apologize to him before trying to read your notes to help you focus. Not that you wrote anything. Just many crossed out Ls litter the page with a date on the top corner.

Maybe I need to take care of it. I'll just excuse myself and come ba-

“This part of the lecture is extremely important. I do not recommend missing it because I will not go over it again. Whatever business you have should be able to wait ten more minutes.”

You sit back down and groan. Twice now you've caught his attention.

I heard him fine this time. Wow. Maybe it's-

“Ten more minutes, darling. Hold on till then and I promise-”, maybe you shouldn't have thought that. An image of him holding a vibrator where you wanted him in popped in your head. You were restrained with your legs spread apart. He was teasing you with a toy and pleasing himself with his other hand.

Fuc- I can't. I need to, I need to stop. I'll be quick and discreet and quiet and -

You look through your things to find something you can use to help you. Using your hands isn't an option because there is the chance that someone would interact with you or try to touch you and you'd have cum on your hands. A lip balm is too small, a pen is too thin. A marker? It seemed smooth enough.

You pretend to look through your pen case and accidentally drop the marker on your lap. You even make a faux attempt to pick it up and put it back.

Slowly, under the discretion of tiered seats that cover your lower half from Lucifer's eyes, you part your legs and put the marker in your pants. The moment it touches your clit, you can't help but jump. You look up to Lucifer to see if he noticed, thankfully he is busy looking at his teaching material.

You take this time to shift around to get the marker where you need it.

You look up at him again before putting it inside you. Images of him thrusting his hips into you fill your mind and you can't help but grind your hips too. The seated position definitely helps add some pressure and tightness to your pussy but the marker can't compare to how Lucifer filled you in your dreams. So you take the lip balm and put that in too.

You eyes never leave Lucifer. Your ears pick up on his every word.

“Just like we did last- just like this darling.” You're in your room, on your bed. Lucifer is on top of you. His hands roam your body while his legs pin you down.

“You have to put in more effort for- you have to try harder than that”. You try to take off his clothing but he tuts at you. Your clothes come off but his don't.

“This page- like this? Do you like this? When I touch you hear? Hm?” His hands go over your chest while he kisses your neck.

“If you have- if you want something, you have to ask, darling. Ask me. Beg for me. Hm? Let me hear you beg.” His hand ghosts above your pussy while he unzips himself with his other hand. He doesn't touch you where you want him most before your words turn to a blabbering mess.

“Take your- take your time darling. Feel me in you. Feel me in you” He thrusts in you all at once. Your holes was more than prepped for him. You hold him in you, squeezing around him. Your hands go around his arms and you legs to around his waist.

“Next, we are going to- going to cum in you. Going to own you. Say you want it” His thrusts get harder and faster. You're definitely crying now. But you say you want him. Of course you do. You want him and you want whatever he wants. He moans at your words before holding your legs apart and pulling out completely.

“If you come- are you coming? Hm? Is my darling coming? Of course your are coming. Come for me.” He rubs your clit to bring you closer before thrusting into you again and coming inside of you. His sinful moans bring you to your orgasm and you-

I'm coming!

“Well, that's good to hear,” you find yourself back in class. Your cheeks burn at the realization that you said the last thing out loud. You wonder if you said anything before that. To calm yourself, you take a few sips from your water bottle.

“See you again on Monday”, that brings the class to an end and students start to leave the room.

The post orgasm clarity hits you like a brick. Guilt and shame hold you to your seat. You gather your things slowly. You're not sure how you'll face Lucifer on the way out so you wait for him to leave. But he stays at his seat with his eyes watching you.

“Good to see I didn't have to ask you to stay behind. You did it yourself. Now, come up front.” He crosses his arms and leans into his chair.

His words shake you. You weren't sure if you would be able to walk away like you didn't just jerk off to heavy smut but now you know your legs will give in from fear.

You take the stairs slowly, keeping a hand on the adjacent bench at all times. His eyes never leave you but he does sigh when he sees your predicament. When you walk down to the bottom, he motions to his desk.

“What did we talk about I'm class today?”

You blink at him before recalling some bits and pieces, “the umm, bor-borrowed words an-”

“No. That was covered in the first hour. What was covered in the last hour?”, he cuts you off harshly.

You fidget with your bag and think of what could have been covered. You know the material well. So maybe it's-

“Hand them over”, he holds out his palm towards you.

“S-sorry?”, you stare at his hand quizzically.

“The thing that held your interest longer than the class did. Hand it over to me,” he slams his other hand on his desk, “now!”

You feel the marker in your pussy fall further out as his words make your legs shake. “I- I can't.”

How could you possibly do that? It's not like you could just put your hands in and take them out for him.

“Oh? Well, show me. Show me what you were doing. If you had the guts to do it at the far end where you thought I wouldn't notice. Let's see how far you go now”, he leaps up from his seat and grasps your arm.

He drags you towards the nearest bench and demands again, “show me.”

You stared at him blankly and try to think of ways to get out of this situation. “Sir, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong and-”

He leans over to you and shushes you.

“I said, show me. If you are sorry, show me. Show me.”

You debate on whether it'd be easier to tell him what you did instead of showing him. But the moment you open your mouth he shushes you again, “not a word!”

So you look down at the desk and do as he said. You spread your legs and bring your hand to your crotch. Soft sounds of your juices and the marker rubbing against the lip balm are audible in the silence.

“Continue.”

You move like you did a while ago. Grinding your hips and slowly moving the marker in and out if your hole. But the shame of being caught stops you from enjoying it like before.

You hear him tut again before he slides into the seat next to you. You look at him to ask him what's wrong when he lifts you up and puts you on the desk. You gasp as you feel the marker thrust in you.

“Take these off.” He points to your trousers before lifting your hips to help you.

Once the trousers come off, he holds your lips apart and demands, “push them out”.

You do as he says. Once they're out, he brings them to your lips. You know what he wants from you so you lick yourself off of the items as he holds them.

Once they're clean, he pockets them, “I am confiscating them.

“I think I couldn't find my gloves today for this very reason.” He says, before thrusting his fingers into your wet pussy.

You gasp and curl into him as his unexpected intrusion makes you whine in pleasure.

“Hm? Tell me, tell me exactly what you thought of when you desperately stuffed your hole with whatever you could find on hand,” he coos in your ear as he fingers you.

When you don't respond to him, he pulls out and holds your chin. “Tell. Me.”

You hold his stare before replying with only one word, “you”.

A sinister smile fills his face before he chuckles, “of course. Did it involve something like this or something more?”

You look away from him before mumbling a reply, “more”.

“As your professor, I've already crossed the line. But so have you. If you show me exactly what you were doing, I will let you go,” he moves away from you and leans on his desk. All the while, his grin doesn't leave his face.

He wants to see me. Right. Yeah. Okay.

So you turn to face him. You spread your legs as far as you can and show him your dripping pussy. With some boldness in your voice you say, “I had a dream about you. You fucked me so well that I couldn't not touch myself when I saw you.”

“Oh? Is that what happened?,” Lucifer unbuttons his vest and tie. He runs a hand through his hair before folding his sleeves upto his elbows.

You watch him and rub your clit, “yeah. When you were delivering the lecture, I couldn't hear anything. You say something and my brain would hear something else.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” he teases mockingly. He watches the way you move your fingers, “tell me what I said.”

You finger yourself faster when you think about all the things he said and all the things running through your head. His taunts, his soft moans, his encouraging words.

The one that you wanted him to say again was, “you said you'd cum in me. Said you'd make me yours and mark me and-”, your words drift off as you near your orgasm again.

Watching him watch you is doing something to you. It's humiliating. Makes your cheeks burn but it is enticing.

“Awe, are you coming? Hm? Is my darling coming? Of course you are coming. Come for me”, hearing him say the exact words from your dream makes you cum on command. Slick and juices pools on the desk under you. You lay back on it from exhaustion. The second time you came, and both the times you came to the same words.

You hear clacking of his shoes again. He helps you up and dresses you after cleaning your pussy and hands with a wet wipe. “You have done a great job listening to me. Hope you've learned your lesson. Next time you have dreams about me, speak to me directly”.

You don't know how your day passes. You remember asking Lucifer about the mess you made. He said he'd take care of it so you left it to him. The day drones on like the morning didn't happen. You even go home the same way. Only when it's evening do you get a sign of the mornings proceedings.

A mail from Lucifer that reads,

From: Professor Lucifer

To: Y/N

Date: x/x/9001

Subject: Performance feedback

Your recent conduct has been subpar. I believe, an extra class will help correct that. Come see me tomorrow at 10:00 AM. No need to bring any stationeries or books. I will provide.

With regards,

Professor Lucifer,

Senior Lecturer at RAD

[raviolirash]

Astarion and Vele hanging out in a hot spring together and having a nice time

Best I can do right now are Act 1 makeshift hot spring shenanigans. Post Forest Scene, pre tiefling party. Errors ahoy.

Vėlė made due. As she always had. A few spells here and there, and a small private patch of the lake was made very warm and relaxing. The steam wafting out of the lake made a perfect haze through which to relax after a grueling day of misery that the wilds and cultists provided their newly formed group.

She sunk underneath the warm water until only tip of her head was poking out. Blood washing off of her body tainted the waters, complimenting her red glowing eyes.

The drow had to admit, it was difficult to sink into a pit of rotten thoughts when relaxed like this. She couldn't remember last time she gave herself such a treat. If only such relaxation could last a while longer. But, of course, in an hour or two she'd be leaving these comforts behind in favor of more misery.

If one of her companions holds a knife to the throat of another again...

There was no allowing to dwell on it. Vėlė reached out to grab the bottle she brought with her, aged brandy they stole from the Grove. Sweet alcohol trickled down her throat, bringing a small warmth back to her body and mind.

This was nice. A pleasant, quiet place. The best escape she could ever wish for. Vėlė looked around in slight joy. If only her life was this pleasant. The grove. The forest. This beautiful lake. All perfect, like this. Almost made her forget about the worms and Lolth waging a war in her head.

Something rustled behind her.

Of course.

Blood always brought out the bloodhounds.

"Can't keep your mind free of me, can you?" Vėlė leaned her head back to see the vampire lurking next to a tree. Always him and trees. "Looking at anything in particular?"

"I do find all of you fascinating." Astarion replied with his usual dull tone masquerading as seductive, as if that was the best possible thing he could ever say. "All the blood in the air made me wonder if I was missing out on a fight."

"Ugh. Bugger off, please." Vėlė shook her head. He didn't have much use for her at that moment. However, messing with him was fun. She twirled around in the water, resting her arms on the rock and looking up at him sweetly. "Unless... you intend to come and join me?"

"Darling..." His voice became low, yet very calculated. "I'd be delighted to."

It was quite difficult not to steal glances as he removed his clothes. Astarion was quite perfect looking, there was no way to deny that.

Yet drow were lauded as the beautiful ones.

No wonder Lolth was so upset.

"No funny business." Vėlė warned sternly as she moved back a little in the warm water, to give him some place to be. He stiffened up a bit, unsure what to do for a brief moment. Astarion composed himself quickly, believing she didn't notice.

"I'll be on my very best behavior, tempting as you are."

"Uh-huh."

Vėlė fully submerged herself in the water again, getting the blood out of her hair, to meet a disappointed Astarion when she re-emerged.

"Aww, not going to leave any for me?"

No matter what dumb predictable thing he said, she was always full of surprises.

"I'd rather not let you grovel for scraps anymore, if it's all the same to you. Sucking blood out of a drow's hair is rather undignified. I'm sure Lolth would find it very funny, though." Vėlė didn't know what it was that she said that took him aback. Vėlė stretched out her arm to him, exposing her wrist. She'd had enough of her own blood for today, and he looked worse for wear. "Here. Go ahead."

He didn't understand it. It was odd to ask for something he needed, whether it was help or food, and actually receive it.

"You're being quite generous, darling." He gently took her hand and positioned it where he wanted it, cold fingers leaving goosebumps on her grey skin. He toyed with it for a moment, caressing the area he was about to sink his fangs into. All it did was earn an eye roll, which was difficult to miss in the corner of his eye. Vėlė felt the bite, and heard the hiss as Astarion's fangs pierced into her skin, but the bite itself was nothing. It was the aftermath that mattered.

Astarion couldn't help but chuckle as he felt the warmth of her delectable, sweet blood filling him. Like a drug, it brought back all of the senses that he'd been so dulled on. It filled him with life and excitement, all from one source.

He pulled himself away once her pulse started to grow weak, and looked at her. A part of him expected her face to be covered in pleasure, why would anyone offer their blood to a vampire if not for their own pleasure? Instead, she was trying to hide the pain and discomfort she was feeling by forcing a smile.

"It's not something I like to do, to be honest." Vėlė took her hand back before he could do something weird with it, like lick it clean. The only thing Astarion truly understood in his life was his hunger. "But, I know how it feels to go hungry. A worthy sacrifice."

"Really?" Astarion was truly baffled. "We are two beautiful people naked in a lake, yet your concern is keeping me fed and being a nice person?"

"Sometimes people just bathe together, Astarion." She held her bleeding wrist above water as she searched for a red potion bottle in the rucksack she had with her. Vėlė found the small bottle after a great deal of struggling, watching the wound close with strange fascination after she drank its contents. She noticed the odd silence, Astarion of all people struggling with words was a new one. "What?"

"I wasn't expecting any selfless hospitality from you, truthfully."

"I don't have any, really." Vėlė shook her head, avoiding him. "A good meal, on the other hand, is always a welcome thing to people."

He had a hard time adjusting to someone looking out for him, to someone saying kind things to him. It was very unusual to have these feelings from one person, no matter what. His eyes were filled with an unnatural life from the blood, for which Vėlė couldn't bring herself to do anything but stare.

"Well, it's still quite nice of you." Astarion moved closer to her, his hand on her thigh now, falling on cursed instincts yet again. "I just want you to know that it's very much appreciated."

At first, she was annoyed. Then she grew slightly sad. It was very easy to be caught up in his games, in the way he would say something and make it sound like she was the one that was wrong for not agreeing.

Vėlė purposively crossed her legs, making his hand slide off her thigh. It wasn't amusing.

"You're a strange one, if you're actually thinking of showing gratitude like... that. Again."

Astarion looked offended, and bit flustered. It was an odd thing to get offended by what she said.

"I... well... it's just what I'm used to." The words tumbled out of his mouth, almost as if he wanted to forget that he'd spoken at all. "And I happen to be very good at it."

What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Habits from 200 years of charming people had him in unbreakable chains. It was like someone else was puppeteering his body.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Astarion. You're cute." She gave him a look that was cold and stern. It melted despite her fighting to keep it up. "If you want to thank me, there is a favor I've been meaning to ask."

"Oh? Such as?"

"There..." Vėlė cleared her throat. A hand on her thigh? She remained steely, no problem. But asking for a personal favor was horrific. "There is a hole in my armor."

That wasn't what he expected. Getting flustered and shy over a bloody hole in her armor?

"Excuse me? I'm not a grandmother, or a seamstress for hire!" He rolled his eyes and told himself he didn't give in because of those puppy eyes of hers. "I suppose I can make an exception for you. Fine."

With a small yet excited smile, she grabbed the armor she had discarded nearby. A seam had ripped open on the side, making it quite scandalous.

"Got into a sword scuffle ten years ago, and been repairing it monthly ever since." Vėlė showed off the horrific stitching of hers on the inside of it. "My mother was a baker once. That's the extent of my skills in this field."

"I never pictured that someone would be more excited about my sewing skills than any other talent I have on offer."

"Well. Sleeping with someone can't offer me protection. Armor can."

Astarion didn't believe in any gods, but for the first time in his life he thanked all of them that she didn't notice how he completely froze up at what she said. If there was one thing that was certain in his life, it was that he didn't like someone calling him out on his own tricks.

Intentionally or not.

He had to pivot somehow.

Astarion went with the first thing that came to mind.

"I should have been a drow. You have such stylish armor." Pivot in the worst way possible. "I think I'd make a fantastic drow, really."

Vėlė raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn't sure if it was her noticing that he was trying desperately change the topic, or her knowledge about how the drow treat pretty boys.

It was neither.

"Well, I don't. I think somewhere in there, you have a kind heart. That's what drow don't want." Vėlė's words had the same effect as if he had been told that the sky was green. "We don't want people who care, you know. We want people who can see the darkness and want nothing more than to be a part of it."

Astarion scoffed loud enough for the camp to hear. He bore witness to the very first time he has seen her be wrong about someone.

"Yet you're the one rescuing puppies left and right."

Sometimes literally, as a distant bark reminded him.

"That doesn't mean I care." Her cold voice was almost enough to cool down the water. "If I don't use all skills and strategies that Lolth taught me to keep a small army happy to get rid of the tadpole in my head, then what's the point of my suffering?"

They were both exquisitely shaped by their tormentors, more than they'd like to admit. It was hard to fight that feeling that, at some point, Vėlė wanted to be free, but only so she could find that dark corner and go back to it again and again and again.

"And every time I think I have you figured out, you manage to surprise me."

"You'll never have me figured out, darling." Vėlė teased, with that smile of hers. "A drow is like a horrible broken pendulum that defies rules. When things swing around, they end up hitting you. I think I am a big black hole that will suck any warmth and light away."

"Sounds like you're the perfect woman for me."

"Don't be ridiculous." Vėlė waved him away. "Well, if there was anyone I'd trust with fixing my armor, it'd be you."

"Aww, is this some special, deep drow word of endearment? Is it the drow equivalent of 'You're the only one for me, really.' Or is this some new trick you're trying?" He grinned, a cheeky smirk that caused her to scoff at him. "Or is it perhaps, 'I have decided that this week isn't the one I murder you'?"

"It is whatever you want it to be."

[m-jelly]

Pls pls pls honey may I request a fem reader who’s always so bubbly and cute and Levi (always like grumpy and silent but loves her deeply) who comforts her when she’s on her period? Only if ur comfortable with that ofc :)!!!<3 kiss kiss!

@ladycheesington <3

Comforting hold

Pairing: CEO!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, comfort, cuddly Levi, CEO Levi.

Concept: Levi gets ready for work but notices something isn't right with you. Levi calls up work and notifies them that he'll be working from home so he could be with you. Levi works a bit while making sure his precious brat is comfy, happy and cared for.

TW: talking about periods

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Levi climbed out of bed and stretched his naked body. He smiled a little and turned to the bed and gazed at you. He grabbed the duvet and pulled it down so he could look at your naked body. He growled as memories of last night came to mind. He stopped a moment when he saw a bit of blood on the bed.

You hummed and looked back over at Levi. "Morning, you off to work?" You frowned a bit when you sat up. "Something up?" You parted your legs and went white when you saw a bit of blood on the bed. "Oh no...Levi, I'm so sorry!"

Levi reached over and dragged you into his arms. "Shh, it's okay."

You cried a little. "I ruined your sheets."

"Hush, darling brat, you didn't ruin anything." He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He sat you on the counter and cleaned you up as he spoke. "This is all-natural, my love. Don't ever be sorry for the functions of your body." He kissed you and hummed. "You're wonderful." He opened his cupboard and hummed. "Which do you need? Pads?"

You nodded. "Please."

"What kind?"

"Regular."

"What kind?"

You frowned at his comment. "What do you mean?" You walked over and saw the different kinds he had. "Wow."

Levi smiled. "Well, you've recently started staying over mine. So, I wanted to be prepared for everything."

"Cute."

He grabbed the one you pointed at and gather some clothes of his that were comfy. He let you sort the pad out before he helped you pull your clothes on. He handed you some meds an water. He kissed your forehead before leaving you a moment and calling up work.

He yanked on his boxers and sighed. "Tch, oi Jean? I'm working from home today. No meetings. If anyone calls me, the answer is no. I'm on no contact day."

"Yes, sir."

Levi looked over at you as you shuffled out of the bathroom. "Got to go. Take a longer lunch today. Bye." He picked you up making you squeak. "Let's get you comfy and taken care of."

You blushed. "I'm okay. I don't need anything."

He kissed your forehead. "You need snacks and love."

"Mm."

He walked with you to the sofa. "Are you crying?"

You rubbed your tears. "I've never had anyone make sure a fuss of me. It's so strange and nice."

"I'm sorry no one has cared for you before. You deserve it all." He wrapped you up in a blanket. "I'll be right back." He filled up a hot water bottle, made a bowl of ice cream with a lot of extras and a hot tea. He handed everything to you causing you to blush. "Anything else, my precious brat?"

You shook your head. "N-No, this is perfect...thank you."

He kissed you and purred. "I'll go clean up. You stay there and be adorable and pretty."

Your cheeks burned. "Levi..."

"Perfect. Play some games for a bit." He handed you your controller. "I'll join you in a bit."

You smiled a little. "Thank you."

Levi changed the bedsheets, cleaned the bathroom a bit before sending off a large number of email replies. He changed into comfy clothes and grabbed a few cute skincare things. He joined you on the sofa and put a cute bunny-eared headband on you to push your hair back. He put a headband with bear ears on himself and started doing a nice relaxing skin routine.

You smiled at Levi. "Thank you for this."

"I'm here for you, okay? I love you more than anything in this world. I want to take care of you." He hugged you tightly. "My special, cute, adorable and precious brat."

You snuggled against Levi. "My handsome grumpy. I love you."

[mx-darling-1]

I don't know if you're taking requests or not but if you are then could I get a wally x g/n reader who nearly passes out of being dehydrated and too hot?

This almost happened to me today (thankfully someone was around)

Please disregard if you find it triggering at all, have a good day

Absolutly! My requests are always open!

This was definitly a bit theraputic for me to write! I've struggled some with stuff thats caused me to be in that situation far more times then I'm proud of. Remember, always drink electrolytes if your going to be out in the heat! I'm no doctor but thats whats always helped me! TW: Dehydration, poor eating/hydration habits, and fainting/blacking out

Wally Darling X Dehydrated GN Reader A Summer Picnic

This was youre first summer in your new neighbor hood, and it was far hotter then anywhere youve ever lived. Usually as long as you wore lighter clothes you were fine in the summer. You often forgot to hydrate and sadly today was no different. You were in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, something light for your picnic this afternoon. You were honestly excited, your first summer, and first date with Wally Darling. It is going to be absolutly amazing, at least thats what you thought. But, you hadnt eaten all morning so you would have an appetite for lunch. What you forgot to take into account was that you went to bed without dinner the night before simply because you were exaughsted.

Your date with Wally was going amazing y'all had been eating and chatting, a beautiful red blanket drapped across the perfect green grass. Being seated under the sun, you didnt even notice the heat against your skin or the sweat that began to bead off of you. You just happily chatted away with Wally, a bright smile on youre face. The two of you talked about anything and everything, but your vision began to get blurry. "Hey Wally, did we remember drinks?" Wally thinks for a moment before responding to you. "Oh dear, I can't believe I forgot! They are on the counter in Home!" You couldnt help but laugh gently, knowing that Wally meant no harm by this small accident. "Okay, then I'll go get it!" Without a second thought you stood up from the blanket and oh no.

Your vision begain to go black, white balls of lights appearing as your balance began to faulter. You didnt realize you were falling until you awoke in Wallys arms, him desperately fanning your face. "Neighbor! You fell over! Are you okay? Oh dear, we really must get you inside. I'm sure Home wont mind!" Wally stands up, you in his velvety arms. Thats something you dont know if youll ever get used to, he's almost two feet shorter yet can hold you with ease. Though...he eats with his eyes...so you suppose the size difference doesnt mean much here.

You didnt even realize you were at Home, so lost in your thoughts and stuggling to focus. You probably wouldnt have noticed if it werent for Wally speaking up. "Hello Home, please open up. Our dear neighbor fainted outside and I must get them cooled off." Home creaks with concern before opening its doors to let Wally get you inside. After only a few moments you were laying across Wallys couch, your date in the kitchen, although you arent quiet sure what he's up to. In fact, you had no idea until he walked back in. He was holding a damp towel; a bottle of water that seemed to be cold, well you assume so from the condensation; and he had a thermometer.

Wally walks right over to you and places the cold damp towel against your forehead. "Hey, do you know why you fainted like that darling?" Usually you'd be far more flustered from the nickname, but you were far to dizzy and exaughsted to pay that much attention. "Mm...I forgot to drink....I'm sorry Wally...I didn't mean to ruin our date." Wally shakes his head gently, handing you the cold water. "Drink up precious neighbor." You took the water bottle, opening it up and taking a few sips. Only once you took your first swallow did Wally began to talk again.

"You dont need to apologize to me dear. I still loved our date, and your health is more important to me then some picnic." Wally gently moves hair out of your face before placing the thermometor on your forehead. "I'll make sure you drink more from now on. I wouldnt want you to get sick or faint again like this. Especially if no one was there to catch you...oh dear well that would just be no good." The thermometer beeps and Wally checks it, a small sigh of relief leaving him as he puts it down on the stand beside the couch. "How....are you not mad at me?...I ruined our date..."

Wally cant help but shake his head, kissing your forehead before responding. "I would never be mad at you for something like this Darling. I doubt I could ever be angry with you for anything. I love you [Name], thats why I invited you on a date. If your health would make me upset with you, would I really love you?" You couldnt help but smile, leaning into Wally as he places a hand on your cheek. "Thank you Wally..." Wally strokes your cheek with his thumb, looking down at you adoringly. "Dont thank me dear neighbor, caring for you is a pleasure to me. Not a favor I'm doing, but something I do because I want to. Becuase I love you [Name], I truly do."

I hope you liked this chapter! I definitely enjoy writing Wally fluff, so I'm probably just going to keep requests open at all time! That way I can work on stories whenever! This request was really nice, but please make sure to take care of yourself!

[necros-writing-stuff]

Can I get some kinda Eden Fluff when it's period time? I'm having particularly shitty pre- cramps that are dropping me into a fetal position pretty quickly.

MORE EDEN PANICKING POVS HELL YEAH.

He's lost. Well and truly, lost. When you've spent most of your life living alone, and have never had a uterus or any of those parts associated with it, periods and how to handle them are alien.

His books are no help, it wasn't exactly a proper topic of discussion back when they were written, most mentions of it being something like "But alas, she was not with child as she had wished, for her bleeding time came as it always did."

So, when his darling spouse can barely get out of bed and is walking around hunched up like an arthritic 90 year old, his first (horrified) thought is food poisoning.

"Here, some bread." He offers it to you as you curl up on the bed once more after returning from the outhouse. "It helps."

You only look confused as you take it and nipple on the slice. "Bread? Really? I heard ginger helps, and a hot water bottle. Even orgasms. Never heard bread, though."

"... how are orgasms meant to help with food poisoning?"

Eden feels like a fool when you burst out laughing, clutching your tummy harder and letting out little "Ow,"s in between breaths.

"It's not food poisoning," you finally get out on a shaky breath, "it's period cramps."

Ohhhh. Yeah, he still doesn't understand.

"You get cramps when you have a period?"

"Well, yeah. Cause the uterus contracts and squeezes the blood out like a sponge."

He almost shivers at that. The thought of an organ just hurting when you've done nothing to the damn thing seems cruel.

"Do we have any painkillers?"

With a nod, Eden fetches his box of medicine he'd grabbed from the pharmacy. There's paracetamol, ibuprofen, codeine Bailey gave him cause the damn hospital in town requires a prescription. He lets you have your pick of which as he fetches some water to wash it down with.

"How long do they last?"

"Depends. Can be just at the start, can last a few days into it. Sometimes they get really bad and they're all the way through. And don't get me started on the lower back pain, either."

It can come with back pain? The animals in heat he sees don't seem to be in pain when they bleed. Why the hell do humans get pain?

"Oh, and sometimes you can get headaches too."

"I'm glad I don't have periods."

"You think this is bad, imagine giving birth."

Yeah, no. He's fine right now. He wants kids, sure, but thinking about labour sends his head reeling.

"Did they not teach you about this stuff in science class?" You reach for his hand and place it under your shirt, holding it to your tummy. "You're staying here by the way, no work today. Your hands are warm and it helps."

Eden almost protests before he remembers the food stores are stocked and there's enough firewood for the rest of the week.

"Like I said, I wasn't very good in school. Probably slept through that lesson." He climbs back into bed behind you, spooning you and keeping his apparently warm hands pressed to your stomach.

"... you said orgasms help?"

"Later," you giggle, "when it hurts a bit less. Right now I feel like I'll throw up on you if you jostle me around too much."

"So does the blood like... just drip down your leg? Like a wolf?"

"No, I bought pads, they're in my drawer. Might need to pick some more up, though."

"Oh."

He isn't quite sure he knows what a pad is.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - A story of a Boy - Part Two

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

We bought a house.

Well he did.

Okay, he put an offer in which is only the first step.

But still.

Damn.

A house.

A beautiful house.

I've never lived anywhere that nice and neither has anyone I know.

Except these fools and these are fools I like.

Peter is a great boss and has a dry wit that cracks me up.

Tristan is just... effervescent.

It's the only way I can describe him.

Learning that he went to some fancy law school and comes from a family just as rich as Finnegan's was a huge shock to me.

"Emmett?"

I look over the deck railing and down at Finnegan who is riding in the unicorn. 

Not that way. 

The unicorn horn needs to make a reappearance. 

Yes it does. 

"Yes?"

"Can we talk for a sec?"

Peter just smiles and I head down.

"What is it babe?"

I'm squatting on the edge of the pool and then decide that it's much easier to get in.

I jump, splashing him.

"Emmett, I'm wet."

I just laugh because he's in a pool.

Yes, yes he is wet.

"I sort of did a thing and I didn't think it through so if it affects you or bothers you, I'm really sorry."

What could he possibly have done in the past five minutes?

Bought a second house?

Maybe Tristan had a boat to sell him?

"I'm sure it's fine. What is it, munchkin?"

He giggles.

"Munchkin. I like it."

"So do I."

It's new but fits him perfectly.

"So what is it?"

He crooks his finger and waits until I'm right next to him to whisper...

"I told Tristan that I'm a Little."

No way.

I'm floored, seriously.

This is a guy who six months ago didn't even know what one was.

"I'm so proud of you, darling."

That's it, he's coming off the float.

I grab him and pull him into my arms so I can kiss him.

Then I worry.

"Was he mean about it? Do you need to go home?"

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten in.

"No, no he's great. I just, well, so he knows you're my Dom and he asked if he could tell Peter because Tristan isn't good at keeping his thoughts to himself and I worried about your job."

That's what's worrying him?

"Peter?" I yell.

"Yeah?"

"Finnegan is a 'Little' and I'm his 'Dom'."

He tilts his head, then nods.

"Sweet."

Finnegan's eyes are wide but I reassure him with a kiss.

He let's me hold him for a second before admonishing me.

"I can't believe you did that."

Really?

"I didn't do anything. You did the hard part, you were honest about 'Little Finn' and I'm proud of you."

And here I thought buying a house would be the biggest thing to happen today.

"Can I come in yet? It's hot..." Tristan whines from the other side of the pool.

"Of course, get in here."

I want to do laps but I think with the head wound I'll hop out and rest for a few minutes.

It'll make Finnegan happy and give those two some time to talk and work things out.

Peter comes down, gets us each a bottle of water and sits down next to me.

"I'm gonna take some time off this fall, close the garage. I'll pay you, don't worry about that but Tristan and I are going to Oklahoma for my family reunion."

"You can't pay me if I'm not working."

"Yes I can. Paid you a full week this week, too. We'll probably shut down the middle of next month and open back up mid October. Sounds like you guys might be moving so it could work out well, timing wise, for you. If you need some time before then just let me know. Moving is a mess and I'm glad I'm done with it."

He's right about all of it.

I could definitely use some time off because Finnegan will still be crazy busy and I have an entire house to pack up.

Plus getting utilities switched and a new place ready takes a lot more work than it seems like it should.

And then it hits me, that's when the photography course is.

I can do it.

I can do the photography course and by this time next year I'll have the darkroom.

I'm a little bit overwhelmed.

"Thank you," I mumble because I have to say something.

"It's crazy nice of you but yeah, there's actually this photography course I got accepted into and it's then, during that time frame. I wasn't going to do it, can't miss two weeks pay but..."

"Emmett, do you need a raise?"

He already pays me more than most and a lot more than I made at my last job.

"No, no."

"Cause I'd hate to lose you. If you need some help, some time, whatever, just say so. Okay?"

I've always taken pride in being able to handle my own shit and take care of myself but maybe I'd do a much better job if I could learn to accept some help.

It's a lesson it seems like I have to learn to be with Finnegan and a water balloon hits my stomach and there are shouts.

I assumed it was Finnegan but Tristan is lobbing them too and apparently they are on a team.

"Fucking white people," Peter mumbles and I die.

Literally die.

I can not stop laughing.

"What is it, Emmett?" Finnegan asks.

"Nothing, munchkin."

It's nothing I'm going to tell him, anyway.

"I'm white too," I manage to get out between sucking in air. 

Mostly, anyway. 

My great, great grandmother or something like that was actually Black. 

Married some Irish dude and her kids passed, at least that's the family story.

"Yeah but at least you tan. Cover me. I'll get the hose."

This is gonna be fun.

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

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Chapter 9

Summary: You want him. Jolene wants him. It's a mess. What does he wants though?

Warning: 18+, Steamy stuff, Slight breath play if you blink, Rough language, mention of suicide, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.

You made your way out of the orphanage slowly, they told you he was waiting for you outside and you felt nervous, scared even. What was he like now? You have not seen him in eight years now, he told you that he'd come see you but they didn't allow him, they said it wasn't good for any of you, during the years you had feared he must have forgotten all about you, must have found someone maybe, you hated the thought of him belonging to someone else. As a child you didn't understand these feelings of possessiveness and the sense of belonging, but now you did. You just hoped he didn't hate you like everyone else hated you for ruining their lives.

As you reached closer you found a man leaning against the hood of his car, he was typing or texting someone on his phone, he had changed you could tell. He was more muscular now, his hair had gotten longer, he was adorning a black jacket with a pair of jeans, at the center he was mostly seen in a pair of plain white shirt and the matching set of pants, that was the dress code for the employees. As he looked at you his green eyes bored into your soul, he was so fucking hot now that you wanted to get burned by that heat almost instantly.

"Oh god" you muttered under your breath as you stepped closer.

"Hiiii" you smiled at him and suddenly felt too dorky, you felt so small as compared to him.

"Y/n" that was the one thing that had remained the same about him, his voice.

"Loki.. how are you?" You stuttered nervously so he tilted his head and looked you up and down. Then he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer until you were squashed into his rock solid chest. You were surprised but his touch brought back the memories of the times he had hugged you before, he often did it when you felt scared by daddy or the kids at the center bullied you, or everytime Odin creeped you out he immediately found you and hugged you, his scent and his embrace was the only thing that could made you feel safe.

"Thank you darling, thank you, I'll take care of you I promise" he whispered softly. Why did he thank you? You had no idea but as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, you knew right then that your obsession with him wasn't going to end here, it was only going to intensify even more so now.

As your alarm rang you groaned internally, you hadn't slept that too well last night, how could you? He had his ex wife staying in his room. Even though he said he won't leave, you didn't actually believe him fully, you knew the power a woman's cunt held especially if it belonged to a woman he fell in love with once, even a psychopath like Odin was pussy whipped once, you remembered how thirsty he was for Sister Natasha. 

After showering you put on an old t- shirt of his that you had stolen with a pair of shorts, you didn't have to work today but Loki had to do a photoshoot for a underwear clothing brand, quick money he said. As you stepped out you found him making breakfast, shirtless like the whore he was, his muscles seemed pumped as if he had worked out, you noticed a pillow and a duvet on the couch so that brought you some relief. Atleast they didn't fuck each other yet. You looked at Jolene and grimaced, she was sitting on the counter. That was your spot, how dare she?

"Good morning" you mumbled so they both looked at you in unison, you kept your eyes on him as you entered the kitchen space and walked towards the refrigerator to take out a bottle of water. But then you felt him grabbing your hand and walking you away, what did you do now? 

He took you to the living room, not that she couldn't see or hear you both from there but you really wanted to see how you pissed him off this time. 

"Are you okay?" He asked you softly as he cupped your cheeks, his eyes seemed..soft. You weren't expecting that first thing in the morning.

"I am .. okay..just wanted to say good morning" your eyes teared up, you didn't understand why or maybe you did, it was the way he was being so gentle with you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, what was he doing now? Was he trying to manipulate you? Why? His softness had never lasted this long before.

"Making breakfast, want to make tea for us?" He asked you so you nodded.

"She's in my spot"

"I know, I'll look for a place for her, I promise" 

You both made your way back to the kitchen and as you looked at her you smiled, she returned it but it didn't seem genuine, at least not to you. 

"Sooooo.. Jolene Jolene Jolene, I guess we should know each other a little as well, Loki's ex wife is not much of an identity is it?" You smiled at her as you put the kettle on the stove, Loki glared at you, he was already so done with you you could tell.

"It is not.. you are absolutely right about that, I would also like to know you more than 'just that girl from the orphanage' " She smiled as she sipped on her orange juice like a slimy bitch, it was your turn to scowl, couldn't even blame her, you started it.

"Okay let's not make this weird alright? Can we all be civil?" 

Loki turned around to look at her as he spoke and it hurt Jolene, you started it, why would he just direct his attention towards her? You nodded as he said that. "I have to be at the shoot in like one hour, you guys eat, I'll fix myself up" he said so you nodded again

"You're not going to eat Loki? Come on..dont do that" Jolene stepped down from the counter and walked closer to him but before he could answer for himself you chimed in,

"He can't eat Jolene, he has to be shirtless for the photoshoot, it will show, just basic pre shoot precaution you know" you smiled at her and she shook her head. 

"Whatever she said, I'll be back" he got himself out of the awkward situation, leaving you two to deal with each other.

"No need to pretend I know you don't like me" you crossed your arms as you spoke to her so Jolene snickered, did she learn that from the master of snickering himself? 

"Awhhh He was sooooo right about you, you are so childish at times, that's adorable. Tell me why won't I like you? " you glared at her as she said that.

"Because you think I stole your man?" She leaned against the counter as she hummed.

"You can't steal him y/n, you're just a responsibility, don't forget that he married me, he's not even yours if he's fucking other women now is he?" Wow they really talked huh. 

"He doesn't have to fuck me to be mine" you smiled at her and she scoffed.

"You're so delusional you know and it's one of the reasons why you'll end up rightly where you belong" She gritted her teeth as she spoke, leaving you all confused by her words.

"What does that even mean?" 

"You know what I mean, you need help don't you think? You're draining him with your needs, he needs to be set free, he wants to be free but he can't leave you because you're nothing but a helpless child that he has to take care of" 

Your eyes teared up as she said that, you opened your mouth to retort but nothing came out so you turned around and left for your room.

Jolene- 1, You - 0

"Awesome y/n..you're such a loser" you mumbled to yourself as you thought about what she had said just now, she was just salty, you weren't a burden on him, he came for you, he promised to take care of you.

As Loki stepped out Jolene was pouring the tea in a cup for him,

"Where's y/n?" He asked her so she sighed,

"In her room, she left the tea unattended, I just wanted to serve the breakfast and she got upset for some reason" he scrunched his brows as she said that "Is she okay loki? She seems stressed" She asked him so he sighed.

"Of Course she's stressed with everything that has been going on, she has to work long hours too, it's not easy..just ignore her if she says something okay?" He asked her so she smiled at him.

"Ofcourse, can I come with you guys ?" She asked him so he smiled

"You'd be bored but sure if you want to" 

"I always told you that you could be such a model" he chuckled as she said that 

"I remember that..but I'm not a model darling, just doing it for money" he air quoted the term and it made her smile.

"I have missed that" he looked at her confused as she said that "You know..the sweet names" 

 He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to confuse her, he didn't want to lead her on either, but he was afraid that if she continued to be this way they'd get carried away and he'd end up hurting you, he did fall for her once and there was a time he wanted nothing more than to spend his whole life with her but that was before he met you again. He didn't have anything left to give her now, he once did and had regretted it every moment of his life since then.

"We should go" 

"Yeah I'll just get my purse and be right back" as she left he quickly went to your room and knocked on your door so you yelled for him to come in, you had a summer dress in your hands that you were about to put on 

"Just two minutes" you winked at him as he leaned against the door. His eyes raked up and down as you stood there just in your lingerie.

"Come here" he gestured with his fingers and like a puppy you couldn't help but hop towards him. As you reached closer he placed his fingers on your chin and made you look at him before he grabbed the dress and squatted down, then he parted the dress open so you could put your legs in one by one.

"Can you promise to behave? I don't want you to argue or fight with Jo" 

"Why would I fight with her?" He stood up and pulled the straps of your dress over your arms, then he pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you as he raised the zipper up with one hand while another one caressed your cheek,

"You know why sweetheart, just behave and we can cuddle tonight okay?" You bit on your lips as he said that, that was a tempting offer indeed.

"You promise?" 

"I promise" he kissed your forehead and you couldn't help but moan slightly. 

"That's my good girl" 

An hour later he took you both to the studio, there was another model in a pair of flimsy lingerie sitting between his legs as they posed together, she was pretty of course, not your kind of pretty but definitely Jolene kind of pretty, you could see him flirting with her and you noticed how it bothered Jolene as well. Well you both had something in common atleast.

"He's gonna fuck her you know" you leaned onto the side of your chair so you could whisper and she heard you really well.

"Well..He's a free man..he can do whatever he wants" you smiled as she said that. 

"Why did you break his heart?" 

"It was mutual I would say, he wasn't ready to get into therapy" 

"He doesn't need therapy" she chuckled as you said that 

"Ohh you're an enabler aren't you? Let me get back to your question, if it wasn't for you, we would have been together, you kept coming between us" 

"I wasn't even there, why are you blaming me for failing him?" You chuckled again and it made her upset "Ain't that the truth? If you really loved him you would have tried harder to keep him" 

"You don't know shit so keep your mouth shut y/n, you're nothing but a curse of his life, live with that" 

Your eyes teared up as she said that. You weren't a curse, he would never think of you like that.

Jolene -2, You- Still Fucking 0 

For one of the pictures he had to lie down in the bathtub, as if half naked loki in his briefs wasn't killing you already, now he was drenched as well, he looked at Jolene so she smiled at him and he returned it but he looked away immediately. But when he looked at you, he maintained the eye contact for a little longer as if he was thinking what you were thinking, sometimes you felt as if indeed wanted to fuck you desperately.

After the shoot, Loki tried to call Steve but he didn't pick up, he was kind of pissed about the whole Jolene situation.

"Hey let's go to that restaurant we went to on our honeymoon..they had the best steak" Jolene said to him so he looked at her, he had almost forgotten about that, New York to LA was all he could afford at the time. You rolled your eyes in the backseat, she was doing this on purpose you could tell.

Your eyes met with Loki from the mirror view but you looked away, he told you to behave so for once you wanted to behave, you didn't want to prove her right by upsetting or insulting him in front of her. 

"Drop me home, I'm not in the mood for a steak" 

"You'll come with us alright?" Loki responded immediately

"Well if she doesn't want to come then–" 

"She will. I'm not leaving her alone. Nobody knows where he is and I can't take more risks" Loki cut her off and that made you smile. 

As you all reached the restaurant she sat next to him again like she did in the car, she acted as if she owned him still and you hated it. You excused yourself to use the loo, you just had to get away for a moment because you were so close to ripping her hair out of her skull. You were so lost in your thoughts that on the way you bumped into a man, 

"Arghhh I'm sorry" you turned to look at him and he did the same, he had a mask on along with a cap, but you could see his eyes and his blonde hair, you recognised those eyes, they seemed familiar and then it hit you suddenly. He quickly ran out of the restaurant, Loki had his back towards you two so he couldn't see what had just happened, you didn't want to panic unnecessarily, it could be anybody, it can't be him. He can't be here right? You haven't heard about him since forever, he had disappeared and Loki never mentioned him either.

"This is nice" Jolene said to him so he smiled, he didn't know what to do in this situation. As you returned you seemed a little bit unnerved so he looked at you intently trying to figure out what was going on in your head. He made a mental note to ask you about it later.

When he took you both home you went straight to your room leaving them alone again, he told you that he won't leave you and you really wanted to believe him too but you still felt scared. Loki really wanted to find a safe place for Jolene and he was trying his best, he still didn't understand why she was there. If she regretted leaving him she was too late, he can't go back to that life again. He saw Jolene going to his room so he followed her and he found her sitting on the bed, she was crying so he sat down next to her 

"Are you okay?" He asked her softly and she looked at him before she hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry Loki, I'm sorry, I know I have hurt you and I have ruined us but ..oh god I miss you more than you can imagine" 

He stayed still as she spoke, he was taken aback a little and her tight embrace did bring back those memories he had tried so hard to forget about. As he didn't respond to her hug she pulled away and cupped his cheeks, then she kissed him passionately.

"I never …stopped.. loving you.. baby" she whispered between the kisses and he couldn't help but return the kiss, he was doing what he feared he'd do. She took his jacket off slowly and her hands roamed inside his shirt then she climbed on top of him

"Stop jo..this isn't right" he mumbled but he made no effort to stop her, this is what got him into the mess the first time, her loving words and touches were what hooked him in, he never had that before she came along.

"I know you have missed me.. please Loki baby..we can fix this I promise" 

He shook his head as she said that. She palmed the bulge in his pants and squeezed him slowly to rile him up further,

"Fuckk ..stop it please..I can't" he grabbed her hand but she didn't stop, she sucked on his neck slowly 

"Why not huh? Because of her? She is the reason why you're still stuck in the past ..you need to let go..we can be so happy together like we used to be..I'll help you heal baby"

He glared at her as she said that. He picked her up and got her off him before he took several steps away from her 

"Don't ever blame her again for my issues Jo" his words were harsh and that made her upset

"You never wanted to hear this but that's the truth" his eyes teared up as she said that.

"It's not. I was happy with you, you weren't happy with me..you left me, you broke me. I got too hard to love, isn't that what you said?" 

She started to cry as he reminded her. He wasn't wrong but she had regretted that day, he was hard to love sometimes but when he wasn't both of them were so happy together that it was unreal.

"I'm sorry.. what do you want me to do, I'm ready to do whatever it will take..I just need one more chance" she got off the bed to get close to him so he stepped back again .

"I begged for a chance Jolene..I was on my knees asking you to not leave me.. and you still left, you never looked back.. I'm still the same, nothing has changed, remember how free you felt that day when you left? Keep that in mind alright? You do not miss me, you miss the man you think you could turn me into, But I'm not that man..I never was..and I could never be. I'll hurt you again, I'll make your life difficult like I did..you don't deserve that" 

He grabbed his jacket and stormed out, he didn't want this, he wasn't good at this anymore, he didn't like feeling this type of pain, it made him feel so weak.

After an hour or so, Jolene came out and apologized to him again and then she told him that she was going to get out of his life, but he couldn't have that, not because he would miss her but because he knew she wouldn't be safe out there so he asked her to stay until he could find a safe place for her. 

At night when you stepped out of the room you found them both chatting in the kitchen as they made dinner, that hurt you again, you felt as if you were intruding into their privacy even though it was the other way around.

"Come help us princess..what were you doing in your room all day?" Loki said to you so you rolled your eyes, 

"Well I don't think you and your missus need any help whatsoever" he glared at you as you said that. You sat down on the couch and turned the tv on as you tried to ignore their presence, after dinner Jolene reluctantly went to sleep in his room and he sat down next to you on the couch so you looked at him  

"Did you guys fuck or what?" 

"Watch your mouth sweetheart" 

"You know she has been such a bitch to me all day?" 

"Is that why you seemed upset at the steak house?" 

"No that's not–" you thought to tell him about the man but then decided against it "Well yess that's exactly why I was upset" he chuckled as you said that.

"What did she do, hmm?" He asked you as he got up and picked you up in his arms, you lost your train of thoughts immediately after that 

"Ummm.. nothing important " 

He took you to your room and laid you down on the bed, you watched him take his t-shirt off slowly, then his jeans came off, you couldn't keep your breathing calm as his toned muscular legs and abs flexed with every moment. He got under the duvet right next to you, you had a tshirt on so he pulled it over your neck but didn't take it off, he wrapped the shirt around your face and you gasped as you felt the fabric sticking to your skin,

"Did she hurt you?" He asked you softly, his thumb brushed over the curve of your bosom and it made you moan in response, all your sense were blocked, you couldn't see, you couldn't breathe properly either and that's what rushed the blood down to your nether region

"Am I a burden on you?" Your voice choked so he leaned down and kissed over your lips which made you moan again, he never would have done that if it wasn't for the layer of fabric seperating your skins

"Have I ever made you feel so?" He asked you, you could feel his hardening bulge between your legs and it made you want to hump him to Sunday.

"Nooo ...never.."

"Then you don't have to worry about that, you know you're my priority right?"

You hummed as he questioned you, your breathing went erratic so he pulled the shirt over your head finally, then he also lowered your shorts down the legs, you had the panties on thankfully.

Your arms wrapped around his waist as he dragged you closer to him, your bare skin touched with his and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

"Couldn't keep your eyes off me today huh? I was watching you " he whispered in your ear so you only scooted closer to him, your leg encased over his waist , there wasn't an inch of space left between your bodies

"Daddddy" the word came out barely as a whisper 

"Shhhh it's okay.. get your sleep darling" 

"Don't leave please " 

"I won't I promise " 

Your fingernails caressed the skin on his back and he hummed in response "By the way..to answer your question…I didn't fuck her..not going to either so stop thinking about that" 

You smiled so wide as he whispered softly. 

Jolene - 2 You - Fucking Infinite 

....

As Jolene came out to talk to him again she didn't find him on the couch, her eyes welled up with tears of anger and frustration as she realised that he was sleeping with you. She immediately took out her phone and dialed a number, as soon as the person on the other side picked up she went off 

"I'm here ..what am I supposed to do now, you said you'd help get rid of her, she's destroying him and I can't watch him fall deeper into this hole..do something for god's sake" the man on the other side chuckled as she said that.

"Patience dear, patience. I gave you my word, you must know that both of us brothers take pride in that, we keep our promises so just be patient and wait for my instructions. I'll call you, don't call me again" Thor smiled as he hung up. He couldn't wait to meet his brother again.

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AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

[crimsonbubble]

[4:12 PM]

(warnings: fem teacher!reader, school teacher!Jongho, dilf!Jongho, mentions of blood, clothed sex, overstimulation, edging, clit play, fingering, cum eating, brief spanking, mirror sex, praise, pull out method, exhibitionism, brief pet play, mentions of Mingi and Yunho)

*more and taglist after the cut*

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"You've got to be kidding me." Jongho looked at his colleague in distaste. "Come on, you're always working, you need some time to just relax and have some fun.." Jongho quirked an eyebrow, eyeing the way Mingi held back from saying something. "You're hiding something. Spill it." Before Mingi could open his mouth again, someone opened the classroom door.

"Ah Ms. L/n, good morning." You walked into the classroom, a warm smile on your face. Jongho felt his heart rate pick up, his face turning a soft shade of pink. "Morning Mr. Song. Principal Jang wants to speak with you, she's waiting in her office." Mingi said his farewells, waving as he left the classroom. "Good morning to you, Mr. Choi." Jongho felt his throat go dry as he looked at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with what to say.

You shook him by the shoulder, trying to stifle a laugh as he stuttered off his mind. "Take a breath, slow down." Jongho filled your words, calming himself down before he embarrassed himself further. "You're awfully dressed up for a sports day." You pointed to his suit, moving your water bottle to your other hand. He let out a grumbled mess of words, running a hand through his hair. "I forgot sports day was today until Mr. Song reminded me."

You let out a laugh, making Jongho look back at you. "Well, I've seen what you can do in suits. I'm sure you'll be fine." Jongho felt his cheeks heat up, your suggestive tone and your hazy eyes made his brain go on autopilot. "Besides, you look hot." You winked at him before turning around to leave the classroom, leaving Jongho a flustered mess.

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"Remember students, if you or another student happen to get hurt, alert one of the teachers nearby immediately. That's it from me, so have fun today!" The end of Principal Jang's message ended with a beep, letting the third, fourth and fifth grade teachers lead their students outside to their assigned stations.

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Two students come up to you, one of them holding their arm. "Ms. L/n, they need a bandaid." You bend down, asking if you could see the scrape. The student holds out their arm, letting you inspect the wound. "Ok bud, let's get you a bandaid. You can go back and play, alright? We'll be back in a few minutes." You smile softly, leading the student to the front office. "Hey Mrs. Cho, can I have a sanitizing wipe and a bandaid?"

The front desk secretary looks from you to the student who lets her see the small scrape. She smiles and nods, walking off to the back room to retrieve the items you've requested. "Come on, let's sit down for a second." You softly nudged the student forward, letting him take a seat while you stood against the wall. A few seconds later, Mrs. Cho came back, handing you the items. "You can be brave for me, right?" The student eagerly nodded, wanting to show you that they can do as you asked.

You carefully cleaned up the small cut, quickly peeling the bandaid. "Wait, can I do it?" You smiled gently, giving the student the sticky bandaid. You watched carefully as the student applied the bandaid, who smiled triumphantly when they got it on. You gave them a high five, standing up to walk with them back outside to the field. "You did great buddy, now let's get you back outside." Before you opened the door, you turned to the student, pointing to the bandaid. "Remember to be more careful, or you'll get hurt again." They nodded quickly, running off to their friends as soon as you opened the door for them. "Thank you, Ms. L/n!"

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You talked and laughed with other teachers, taking a pause every few minutes to check on the students. "Ms. L/n, watch out!" A chorus of students called out from behind you. A sudden chill goes through your body as you turn around. You put a hand on your back, peeling away the popped water balloon. You looked to the students, who only laughed and pointed at Jongho. He held up his hands in defence, trying to talk himself out of this situation.

He couldn't stop the smile from making its way onto his face, as he watched you set down your stuff. Mr. Jeong, a fellow colleague, handed you a water balloon, smiling at Jongho who looked almost scared. "You better start running!" You yelled as you threw the water balloon, making it pop against his chest. Jongho let out a loud laugh, running away from you as you picked up more balloons.

You chased after him, soaking him as well as yourself, laughing as Jongho surrenders when he ran out of water balloons. You stepped forward, making Jongho step back against the wall. You step back, the students cheering as you popped a final balloon over his head. Jongho looked at you in fake offence, brushing his hair out of his face. He looked at you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from all the running. But before you knew it, a sudden rush of cold water crashed over you. You and Jongho both yelped, looking at each other in shock.

The students and staff members laughed as they watched the scene unfold. You turned around, spotting Mr. Jeong holding a bucket. You almost lunged at him but stopped once the staff dismissed the scene. "Alright students, as fun as this is, you can get back to your play stations. Mr. Choi and Ms. L/n can head inside to dry off." Principal Jang laughed as she ushered teachers to lead their students back to their stations. You couldn't even deny it, he looked so hot right now. His black hair wet and sticking to his face, his clothes soaking wet and sticking to his well defined and sculpted body.

Jongho turned to you, eyeing up and down your body, trying not to let his eyes linger on your chest for too long. Though Jongho couldn't deny that he thinks you looked hot. The way your shirt clung to your figure, more specifically your chest, made it hard to focus on anything you were saying. You could both tell that you're staring at each other, but your desire is starting to peek through. "Let's head in shall we, m'lady?" You rolled your eyes at his antics, walking away with a slight sway to your hips.

Jongho trailed behind you, taking quick glances at your ass. He made eye contact with Mingi in the hallway, who only sent him a wink. Jongho's tongue poked at his cheek, trying to hide his smug smile. Jongho scanned around him, making sure the classrooms and hallways were empty. Once the coast was clear, he sped up to you, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a small yelp, staring down at the ground, shocked as Jongho rushed to the nearest staff washroom. Locking the door behind him, Jongho set you down, turning you around to face the small mirror above the sink.

"You can stay quiet for me right, baby?" You nodded eagerly, your grip tightening on the brim of the sink. "Please Jongho, just fuck me." Jongho unbuttoned your shorts, tugging down to your thighs along with your panties. Jongho leaned into your neck, placing sloppy kisses on it as he tugged down his own pants and boxers. He let out a shaky breath, sliding his cock through your folds. You spread your legs as far as you could, giving the fact that your shorts are around your thighs.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll make you feel good." His voice went down an octave making your pussy throb. You leaned forward, pushing your ass out to him. "Even going as far as presenting yourself to me, so needy." Jongho slapped your ass, making you let out a soft whine. Jongho trailed his middle two fingers through your folds, carefully pushing into your hole. You pushed back against him, moaning as he thoroughly scissored you open. "So pretty, baby, always so fucking pretty." Jongho groaned as you clenched around his fingers at the praise. You've never felt this full before, your fingers not being as long or thick as Jongho's, making you push back against him as you release over his fingers.

"Aww, look how fucked out you are, and I haven't even fucked you yet." You look up, catching your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks heat up as Jongho laughs from behind you, his fingers not stopping even as you come down from your first high, already working for a second. You bit your lip, trying to stop the flurry of moans that threatened to leave you as Jongho steadily pumped his fingers into you. "You can be good and cum again, right?" You desperately nodded, wanting nothing more than to hear him praise you for taking all that he gave you. "Always so good, so well behaved." He mused as his other hand languidly stroked his throbbing cock.

Jongho quickly brought you to your second high, rubbing against your sweet spot as your hips jolt. Jongho leaned over you, kissing up your neck. "F-fuck, Jongho please fuck me, need you so bad." You whined, looking at him through the mirror with glossy eyes. He smirked, pulling his fingers out of you to slide his cock against your folds again. He pushed forward, his tip brushing against your clit, making you clench around nothing. "Think you can take it, darling?"

Jongho watched in amusement at how you begged, loving how easy it was to make you fall apart. Feeling strung too high, Jongho pushed into you. Your back arched as Jongho slowly pushed in, inch by inch. He stretched you out deliciously, reaching deeper than you thought anyone could. You shook under him, making him laugh as he held your hips. "You really can take it," Jongho watched how his cock disappeared inside you, "Taking my cock like the pretty little baby you are." You moaned loudly, making Jongho cover your mouth. "Seems like you want us to get caught." You whined against his hand, your back arching as he pulled out only to slam back in.

Jongho fucked into you vigorously, slowly losing his self control with how warm and tight you feel around his cock. Your knees buckled and you would've fallen if it wasn't for Jongho holding you up and the sink you were leaning on. Peering through the mirror, your eyes rolled back at the sight. Jongho's dark eyes hooded, his head thrown back with his hair sticking to his forehead, his rolled up sleeves showing off his toned arms and pulsing veins; he looked delicious. But you can't seem to think as Jongho fucks the common sense out of you. Your cunt clenches around him as you cum. You can feel yourself drool against his hand, listening intently to the deep moans Jongho lets out.

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It's been at least five minutes and Jongho has managed to pull four orgasms out of you. How he's still holding on is a mystery, but you don't mind because he feels so good rubbing against your sweet spot. "O-oh fuck, gonna cum." You tried to meet his thrusts halfway, your ears ringing as Jongho pulls you back. Jongho pulls you away from the sink just far enough to have you completely bent over for him.

"Aah fuck-" Jongho pushed the back of your shirt up, before pulling out and releasing on your wet back. Your cunt throbbed as you felt his cum spurt onto your back. "You did so well for me, took me so well." Jongho patted your ass, humming softly but his next action almost made you cum untouched. Jongho held your hips as he leaned down, dragging his tongue over his own mess. You let out a whine, feeling his warm tongue slide across your skin. Jongho laughed against your skin, leaving a kiss on your spine before letting your shirt fall back into place.

"This is far from over," You looked back at him shocked, nearly choking on your spit. Jongho looked at you with a smirk, his eyes trailing down to your exposed cunt. "You'll just have to wait until after hours to get a good taste of what I can do to you, my pretty pup."

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[lollypopsx]

What if one day Harry had told Charleigh to get something done by the time he got back home from work. Harry has a bad day at work and when he gets home, he finds that Char hasn't done what he told her to do and he really scolds her. What he doesn't know is that she's on her period and had bad cramps so she couldn't move. Charleigh feels horrible and she cries, saying she'll do it right way and when she gets up the heating pad falls off from her stomach and Harry connects the dots. He feels sooooo guilty. Then he apologizes and tells her he had a bad day, Charleigh of course forgives him and suggests that they should have ice cream and cuddles cause it makes everything better.

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"Cherry, are you awake?" Harry knocked gently on her bedroom door.

"Yeah" She grumbled tiredly as she sat up in bed, rubbing her tired eyes as she sat up in bed, it was half term for the 16 year old while they were both home in England for a little while, so for her to still be in bed at 9am, wasn't really an issue.

He opened the door slowly. "I'm off to work, are you sure you don't want to come with me today?" He asks gently, leaning against the doorframe with his keys twirling around his fingers.

He was in a tight white shirt, with grey joggers and some sunglasses perched on his head too. His jacket thrown over his shoulder and his phone tucked into his pocket.

"Mmmm, I'm sure. I just want to stay in today" She smiles tiredly. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Alright darling, if you're staying here can you tidy up the kitchen, put the washing on, and there's a load of boxes in my office of yours. Stuff that's been sent from your clothing deal that you need to put away in your closet. Did you clean the bathrooms yesterday?"

"I will. No I didn't have time. I'll do that today as well" She reaches up to open her curtains slowly, the grey clouds and pattering of rain against the window didn't let much light into the room, but it made a slight difference.

"Okay baby, be good. Phone me if there's any problems, and if I don't answer, phone Jeff" He leans down, presses a kiss to her head and leaves.

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Household chores had always been done fairly evenly between the two of them, Harry of course tended to do more than Charleigh because of her going to school, but what she had to do was fairly minimal.

It was 10am when she sat up in Harry’s office, typing away on the computer to finish off her English homework essay, she began to feel a dull, aching sensation in her stomach. 

Her little bathroom trip confirmed her suspicions. Period. Great.

She groaned softly as she slumped back into Harry’s office, determined to finish her essay before the afternoon hit so that she could get her household tasks done but when she felt her eyes becoming itchy and her brain feeling fuzzy, she knew she needed to stop her work.

Charleigh made her way to the bathrooms, cleaning them as best as she could, but as the day crept on, her period pains were causing more and more issues and all she wanted to do was sit with a hot water bottle and a blanket on the sofa.

She knew her Dad wouldn’t mind. He was always very understanding especially when she was on her period and she knew she would do it tomorrow. And she wasn’t wrong, of course Harry would be understanding and let her do it tomorrow...but maybe not today.

Today, everything was going wrong for Harry at work, and for him to come home in a bad mood was a very rare situation.

“I’m home” Harry called out, grumbling as he chucked the keys on the side, coming in and seeing Charleigh watching TV with her blanket around her.

“Hi, how was work?” She looks up at him tiredly, with red ringed eyes.

“I don’t even want to talk about it. You look tired. Tired yourself out today?” He kisses her head gently as she just nodded silently and he headed upstairs.

His hopes to just put his work folder and laptop in his office then have a bath and have a very calm night, were soon dismantled when he opened his office door and immediately tripped on a box, which he hadn’t expected because he had told Charleigh to put them away.

“Fuck!” He groans, feeling the rage in his stomach. “Charleigh!!” Harry’s voice bellowed as he stormed down the stairs, in a manor that Charleigh wasn’t expecting.

“I told you to put those bloody boxes away!! I cant even get I to my own bloody office in my own bloody house!! Did you even clean the kitchen?!” He raises his brows.

“N-no I-” She jumped slightly, her eyes widening in shock at the outburst.

“Of course you didn’t! I’m sick of you treating this house like a damn hotel! I ask you to do a few things around the house and you can’t even do that! You’ve been home all day, and doing what?! Oh yeah. Absolutely nothing. I’m tired of this behaviour Charleigh!” He rants on and on, pacing around the living room as she sat sheepishly on the sofa, hugging the blanket close to her.

She had felt so tired, drowsy and in pain all day, that she’d honestly forgotten about everything Harry had asked her to do. Her Dad shouting at her was another thing which was a rare occurrence. Yes, he was stern and firm a lot of the time, but he wasn’t one to shout. And usually when Harry’s voice was raised, Charleigh’s voice matched his volume.

But today, instead of shouting angrily back at him, the hormonal tears began to spill quickly from her eyes. “I-I’m sorry...I’ll d-do it now” She whimpers softly, pushing the blanket off and as she stood, her fluffy hot water bottle fell onto the floor, catching Harry’s eye.

His anger and sternness instantly disappeared as he took a deep breath, guilt trickling into him as he realised he had taken his bad day and foul mood out on his daughter, who really didn’t deserve that. 

“Cherry, I’m sorry...fuck. I’m so sorry, I should never have...” His eyes went from the floor, up to meet hers, a lump instantly forming in his throat as he watches the tears fall.

He immediately walks to her and wraps his arms around her protectively. “I’m so sorry...I really shouldn’t have spoken to you that way” He frowns, squeezing her tightly.

“D-do...do you really think that about me?” She mumbles sadly into his shoulder, hugging him tightly but still feeling a pang of hurt. 

“What? No! No, of course not! Never! I just...I had a bad day, and I took it out on you, and that was wrong of me. Please forgive me” He whispers, stroking her hair gently.

She nods quietly. “It’s okay...now I know how you felt before when I’ve done it to you” She smiles sadly with a sniffle.  “I’ll go and do those boxes so they’re out of the way”

“Hey, they can wait. What I really want more than anything right now is to sit with my daughter on the sofa, watch a shit film and at some food” He smiles softly, rubbing her back gently as she nods.

Harry kicked his shoes off and laid back on the sofa, Charleigh squishing herself between him and the back of the sofa, her head on his chest and his arm around her, with the blanket over them and keeping the hot water bottle close to her stomach.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am” He whispers sadly, brushing her hair gently between his fingers. 

“Don’t be...it’s okay Dad, I promise” She gives him a reassuring smile as she pinches his phone and went straight onto just eat.

“There’s only ever one time of the month where all you want is Mexican food...” Harry chuckled softly as she grinned,

“Taco’s?”

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[rreyie]

bubble bath

summary- after a long and excruciating week, you need some downtime with onyankopon. what batter way to relax than with a bubble bath and some bathroom intimacy?

warnings- intimate nudity, smut, bathroom sex, unprotected sex

a/n- there is a severe lack of onyankopon smut in here, time to change that

"darling, are you in there?" you hear a deep voice call from outside the door.

you were submerged in your tub filled with water, bubbles floating on the surface. the room smelled of fruit and vanilla which was an effect of the bubble bath you put in the water. thick clouds of steam floated around the room as you relaxed, your body completely at ease. 

"yes, onyankopon", you respond. "you can come in if you like, but i have nothing on..."

the silver doorknob twists and in walks his tall figure, looking down at you in the tub. he was wearing a suit with a black tie, most likely because of his work- also because he always preferred to dress formally.

"all the more reason to come in here and check on you", he grins. "how are you doing? i'm sorry i didn't come and say hello sooner, i had a whole stack of paperwork to go through."

"it's alright", you say. "i've just been sitting here for who knows how long, my muscles have been killing me today."

"oh, i'm so sorry dear", he says, and kneels beside the tub. you could smell his cologne on his collar. "you could always ask for help from me, you know that right? i could give you a nice massage if you need one later."

"thanks, honey", you smile. "but all i need right now is your presence. i've missed you all day."

"say less", he said. "may i join you? it smells lovely, what did you use in this?"

you picked up the bottle that rested on the side of the bathtub. "papaya vanilla bubble bath. got it from that new soap store downtown."

onyankopon began to undo his tie, the strip of black silk soon fell to the floor. he quickly picked it up, not wanting to get it dirty. he slid off his jacket, followed by his shirt and pants until all that he was clad in was his boxers. you could specifically remember getting him that pair of grey boxers for the holidays one year, and it warmed your heart that he was still wearing them. soon he slid his fingers between the waistband of his boxers and his skin, and tugged them off.

he walked over to you and dipped a foot in the bath, but quickly pulled it out with a hiss. "how hot did you make this bath, you're going to burn! i bet this water is at the boiling point!"

"hot water feels better, plus that's the soothing part of the bath!" you giggle. "sorry that i made it too hot, i guess i can put in some cold water if it's that bad..."

"you don't have to, i'll get used to it", he said. he dipped his foot in once again, this time sinking it down so it was submerged. sighing, he placed another foot in and crouched down, and sunk himself into the water.

"okay, this isn't too bad now, in fact it's nice..." onyankopon said. "come here. i haven't seen you all day, can i have some love?"

"of course", you say. you scoot over to where he was sitting in your large tub and sit next to him, planting a kiss on his warm cheek. he slung an arm around you and pulled you closer to him, feeling his wet skin on yours. he put a hand on your jaw and tilted it up so you could see his bronze eyes looking into your orbs. slowly, he guided your lips to his to meet in a kiss, one that you two had been craving all day.

his tongue became curious at it explored the depths of your mouth, feeling him slide around in your mouth as you let out a small moan. he stopped, and looked at you with that smirk you had seen ever since you knew him.

"getting a little riled up, i see", he smirked. "in the mood tonight?"

"i have been for the whole week", you said. "but you've been busy and i didn't want to bother you."

"how could this stunning face possibly bother me?" he asked, cupping your cheek. "you never are and never will be a nuisance, you got me?"

you nod. a tender smile starts to take form on his face, and he pulls you in again. a palm of his rests on the back of your head gripping your hair, another still on your cheek. he tugged at your bottom lip, tongue one again dipping into your mouth. your hands were on his broad back, nails ever so slightly digging into his supple flesh.

his lips trail along your face, then down to your neck where he pressed another few gentle kisses to your skin. a hand of his travels along your back and eventually to your chest, giving your breast a firm squeeze as he continues to explore your mouth. his thumb rubs around the areola of your perked nipple, making the heat down in between your legs begin to pool and fill you up with a warm sensation.

"why don't we get out of here so we don't make a mess?" he asks you, pulling away briefly. "the water will spill out of the tub if we keep this up."

he gets up, and you can see very clearly that he's as needy as you are. his dick was standing up, a few veins protruding through the shaft. he reached out a hand to you, hoisting you up from your seated position in the tub. you both step out, the water dripping down your bodies and onto the plush bath mat on the floor, creating dark drops that stained the fabric.

"bend over for me, will you?" he asks, guiding you to the counter. you could see your reflection in the mirror, which was now fogged with condensation from the steam. your hair was damp, parts of your chest were covered in little patches of leftover bubbles you didn't care to wipe off. onyankopon was standing behind you, watching in amusement as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"you look so pretty, bent over for me like that", he purrs. "guess you can't help but stare."

those words went straight down south. you could feel yourself clamp around nothing, something onyankopon seemed to enjoy seeing from the smug look on his face. he reached over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lube, the kind that you both had been using since you started to do these types of things with each other. he squirted some into his palm before rubbing it and smoothing some onto his cock, slightly pulsating in his touch.

“tell me if i go too rough, darling”, he whispered to you, giving your ass a gentle squeeze and lining up his cock at your entrance.

he inched himself in slowly, your eyes clenching shut due to his sheer size and girth. this was always the hardest part of having sex with him, but the pain would soon be over. you let out a pathetic whimper, something that he took as a signal to keep going.

once he was all the way in, he thrusted himself out to try and feel your walls clench around his tip- which was one of his favorite sensations to feel from you. he pushed back in, the tip just brushing your cervix. it was a tight fit, but you two could make it work.

“oh god...” he gasped. “you’re feeling so good... love you so much. i’ll make you feel real good.”

so then he began to pump in and out of you, hands on your waist holding you in place while you were smooshed up against the cold marble countertop. you’re sure that if you were on your back right now, you would be able to see a bulge in your tummy. well, better keep that in mind for next time.

his pace was slow and endearing like always. since the first time you got with him, he always liked to take things slow to savor the moment. and he did it right every single time.

“o-oh...” you moaned. “you’re s-so big...”

his balls slapped up against your little clit, adding some extra stimulation. each plap, plap, plap sound was like music to your ears. behind you, he was letting out some deep grunts as his fingers dug into your waist, tightening his hold.

“f-fuck, m’ gonna cum”, he grunted. “do i-“

“yes, please go inside!” you yelped, almost out of breath. “please, please onyankopon...”

this begging of yours seemed to convince him enough. with another three sloppy, rough thrusts, he let out an especially loud moan as he came to a stop and spilled his cum inside of you. and holy shit was there a lot of it. the feeling of him dumping inside of you sent you over the edge, a broken whimper filling the room as you came to your high. the feeling was overwhelming, to the point where your legs felt weak.

as soon as he pulled out, you could already feel his release spill out from your hole, mixed juices dripping down your pussy to your inner thigh. onyankopon chucked at the sight.

“alright. sit down, let’s get you all cleaned up”, he laughed. “you did amazing, by the way- like usual.”

you were too out of breath to form a response, only muttering an “uh huh” back to him.

“made you feel good like i promised, didnt i?” he asked you, grabbing a white towel from the towel rack. he kneeled down to where you were now sitting on the counter, and began wipe your thighs.

your eyes grew tired, as the rest of your body did as well. onyankopon noticed this, and without another word carried you to your shared bedroom. neither of you even bothered to change into your pajamas. after gently placing you in the bed as if you were porcelain, he tucked himself in as well, curling up next to your body and pulling the comforter over you two.

“i love you, my darling. sleep tight.”

he placed a kiss on your forehead, and turned out the lights.

[hallefuckingluyah]

Female reader

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"Wandssssss... give it backkkkk" i whined she had been messing with me all morning.

"Please" I pouted, that was her weakness. She stared at me for a couple seconds before giving in and gave me my blanket back.

"That's not fair, you know id give it to you when you do that face" she complained, I just stuck my tongue out at her and snuggled into the blanket.

You see it was that time of the month where my uterus was bleeding uncontrollably, I was uncomfortable and in pain and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Some might think that's a bit dramatic but unless you're a female you have no right on any opinion about expressing period pains. End off.

Anyway today it was a winters day it was closing up to Christmas and We originally had the plan to go ice skating with the team. It was 10:35am and we were suppose to be leaving at 1:45pm so I had more then enough time to do absolutely nothing until about 10 minutes before we leave. But due to the immense amount of pain I was in, I really just didn't want to go or leave my bed at all.

"Baby... can we stay at home and watch movies all day and cuddle instead... please"

I gave her my puppy dog eyes so that it might help with the convincing.

"It's tempting but no, baby you love ice skating and this is the last time this year we all as a team will be able to go out somewhere together, I'll go get you some ibuprofen okay and they will start working before we go"

I just let out a small whine, I knew she was right I just didn't want to move from this spot for the next 4-5 days.

"Come on honey let's get showered and dressed and then we can go and have some brunch before we leave okay?"

My answer was muffled due to my head being stuffed into the pillow but after my attempt at moving she got her answer.

After we showered we both got dressed, Wanda was wearing a brown turtle neck top and wore a pair of blueish jeans. She had her hair down but it was curly and she wore a beanie over the top of it. She had long boots on that made her look taller then she was and she wore a scarf to top it all off. She looked very pretty. I was wearing a white sweatshirt and black jeans and wore a fluffy coat that covered my ass and went down to the back of my knees and a pair of beige coloured shoes. My hair was down and wavy like Wandas and I wore a matching beanie to go over the top, like she did. All in all I think we looked like a very hot couple.

Once we were back home, we all decided to watch a movie together, A few of us wanted to watch home alone and others wanted to watch Elf, and after some debate we ended up watching both.I had fallen asleep during the second movie but was awoken by the loud noises coming from the tv, it startled me and upset me as I just wanted my sleep so when I started weeping Wanda quickly realised and carried me up to our room, she changed me out of my clothes and into something more comfortable and helped me into bed. She changed herself and kissed my forehead before leaving the room mumbling saying she will be back shortly, i had slowly started to drift to sleep but before I could she came back with a hot water bottle and some tablets. She is so amazing. I started crying, I don't even know why.

"Awww honey it's okay" she whispered to me whilst getting into bed.

"I'm sorry I don't even know why I am crying, I just love you and your so good to me and I just" she cut me off before I could continue my rambling and said

"I love you too darling, I'd do anything for you. Try get some sleep okay. Wake me if you need me"

She wiped away my tears and brought me into a tight hug before placing the hot water bottle on my stomach. It didn't take me long before I was passed out snuggled into my girlfriends warmth.

I love her so much.