#I had to rub it off 2 minutes after finishing but such is drawing on the English class white board

[nickgurl4life]

ANNIVERSARY BEACH DAY

NNN

Warnings!Content- fluff, cuddling, breakfast in bed, small makeout session, mentions of sex (but no sex), talking about kids/marriage, swimming, 3 year anniversary, proposal.

!NOT PROOFREAD!

The day was finally here. It's yours and Matt's 3 year anniversary, and he was pumped. Matt had planned it all out. He set an alarm the night before so he could wake up early. It's 6:30 AM, and he just woke up to his alarm and is in the kitchen starting breakfast. After about 30 minutes he finished the food and he looked at the clock, 7:00 AM is what the clock said.

He gently places the plates of food and a cup of orange juice onto the tray and walks to your shared room. He gently places the tray onto the nightstand and sits next to your head on your side of the bed. He looks down at your beautiful sleeping form with lovesick eyes. "My pretty girl..." he whispers as he gently threads his fingers through your hair.

"Baby, it's time to wake up." He says softly as he leans down and kisses your cheek, hoping to lull you awake, but it didn't work, and he wasn't surprised. You were always a deep sleeper, and when he got you awake, oh god, it wasn't a pretty sight. "Baby, I made you food." He says in a gentle tone and watches as your eyes peek open. "You asshole your already awake!" He chuckles and playfully pokes your cheek, causing you to let out a giggle.

You shift into a more comfy spot and gently pull him on top of you, holding him close. He smiles and wraps his strong arms around you and gently squeezes. "You're clingy this morning..." he says with a soft chuckle. "You're so warm..." You murmur into his neck as your hands rub up and down his back.

After a bit of cuddling, he climbs off of you, pulling an upset whine out of you as you sit up. He grabs the tray of food off the nightstand and places it on the bed, the upset look on your face disappearing and being replaced with a happy expression as you stare at the food. The tray consists of a plate of bacon, 2 fried eggs, a cup of orange juice, 2 pieces of avocado toast, and a small plate of sausage. "Baby, you didn't have to make all of this, I probably won't eat half of it!" You say with a chuckle as you reach out to grab a piece of avocado toast, taking a bite of it and letting a soft groan at the delicious taste.

"Yes, I know, but I wanted to make sure you're full because you've been avoiding food and don't think I haven't noticed, babe," he says with a small frown as he watches you chow down on the avocado toast, making the sides of his mouth twinge up into a soft smile at the adorable sight. "You're adorable, you know that?" He says as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear. You keep eating, completely ignoring the compliments as you devour the food he made, drawing a chuckle from him.

After you finish eating, he sets the tray onto the nightstands and cuddles up to you again. "Happy Anniversary, baby..." he says softly as he presses soft kisses all over your face. "Mhmph...happy anniversary..." you say softly as your hands softly trace circles on his back as he slowly kisses from your cheek to your lips, grazing them over yours as you gently ease into him. His hands drag from your back down to your ass but your hands reach back to gently stop him. He knows you're not in the mood without you having to speak as you guys just go back to gently kissing. His hands gently slide under your shirt to glide on your back with a reassuring touch as he goes back to kissing your face.

"For today I was thinking-" he pauses to place more kisses along your face, "we could go to the beach for our anniversary~" he says as he pulls back to see you. He chuckles as you smile big and your eyes light up, "I love beaches! Are we actually going?" You say in a happy tone as you slowly sit up, he knows your also excited cause you just bought new bathing suits a couple weeks ago. "Yes baby we're going to the beach so-" he pats your butt a bit as a signal to get ready. With the signal you jump up and go to your closet, looking through it till you pull out a black bikini, the rims of the material white and the material a silky but comfy material.

As you slip on the bikini, he grabs black swim trunks out of his drawer and strips naked before slipping them on. When you guys are ready, you're grabbing your sunglasses before he does a cute little wolf whistle, "God damn my girlfriends hot." He says as he gently hits your ass, causing you to giggle. "God if we weren't going out I would fuck you right her right now in this bikini...." he says as you grab your sunglasses, putting them on your head. "Okay! I'm ready!" You say excitedly as you interlock your fingers with his.

After a long 30 minute drive you guys finally arrive at the beach and he watches as you run down to the spot you want to lay your towels like a little kid excited to go swim, he chuckles as he finally gets to you and you guys lay your towels down. He plops down, and you groan, "Matt, I wanna swim cmonn!" You whine as you try to grab his hand. "Babe, hold on one second. I'm putting our phones in the bag!" He says with a chuckle as he stands up. You guys dart to the water and dive in. It's late, almost sunfall, so not many people are there with you. After a while of swimming, you guys walk back to your towels at your designated spot and plop down with a sigh. "Matt, can you grab my water out of the bag?" You say softly, and he nods, reaching into the bag, and as he's grabbing the water, he sees the black velvety ring box... Oh, right, he was supposed to propose here. He hands you your water before looking down, after some thinking he looks at you.

"Look, babe, I know this is very sudden and out there, but we've been together 3 years...and I know we're still young but...how do you feel about kids?" He says nervously, and your eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up. His hearts are racing, and his brains fail to think anything, but

"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit."

"Uh, I mean yeah but not at this age but I've thought about it." You say with a smile as you sip your water. He feels himself calm down as you say you've though about it. "Well have you thought about marriage...by chance?" He says softly as he keeps staring gently, his hands trembling. "Oh yeah...yeah I've thought about that a lot!" You say with a chuckle.

"Well if you've thought about it then...what better time then now~" he says as he pulls the ring box out of the bag and opens it. Your so stunned that you stay silent and frozen, eyes stuck on the ring box. "I-i...Matt are you-" before you can finish he's nodding. "Yes baby...will you marry me?" He says and you feel your head spin as you barely process his words. He sits there nervously as you stay silent.

"Baby answer me please..." he says shakily as he tilts his head a bit. As you process it a big smile grows on your face and you nod. "Yes! Yes yes I will!" You squeal happily and he almost tackles you into the beach towel happily. "Oh my god-" he says as his voice cracks, before he can even realize it his tears are soaking your shoulder and yours his. After you guys have calmed down he pulls back to look at you.

"My fiance" he whispers as he gently kisses your head before pulling you back into a hug. The sun slowly sets and you are left in the darkness hugging the love of your life, the only thing you guys are thinking is "this will be a anniversary to remember..."

(Omg this was my first ever fic and I'm so sorry if it sucks, I'll happily except tips and advice cause I need it 😭❤️)

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[mulling-over-milgram]

haruka white board doodles (and a egg in a top hat my friend insisted on adding it to the stack)

(Also drew this mikoto on the white board weeks ago and none of the teachers erased him , he stayed up there for weeks)

[littleredwolf]

Sinful Sighs

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are like a couple of horny teenagers after completing a mission where feelings were revealed - continuation of ���Hungry Eyes’.  

Warnings: 18+ content - MINORS DNI- blowjob, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, sex with protection, cursing - just pure smut for the sake of it. 

Words: 1,303

A/N: Okay so part 2 came along sooner than expected - I am a woman with needs and apparently writing saucy fanfiction is how I fulfil them these days!

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READ PART ONE [HERE]

The Quinjet had barely touched the tarmac before you and Bucky were barreling down its ramp and making your way into the compound, hands entwined as you marched towards the living quarters. 

“For the love of God, turn off your comms before you get to your room!” Sam called after you, prompting you to rip out your earpieces and leave them on a side table as you passed through the lounge. 

You couldn’t unlock your door quick enough, and you squealed excitedly when Bucky playfully slapped your ass and shoved you through it once you’d finally got it open.

His mouth was on yours in seconds, hands on your waist as he guided you backwards. You dropped onto the edge of the bed when you felt the mattress pressing against the back of your knees, looking up at the super soldier through lust-filled eyes as you began to undo his belt. He caressed your cheek with his flesh hand, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips as he watched you, groaning when you opened your mouth and began to suck on it - a taster of what was to come. His vibranium hand came up to clasp your hair, making you gasp in delight as he gently pulled on it to make you look up at him. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his confession sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core. 

“I wish you’d told me sooner,” you purred as you finished unbuttoning his pants and began to remove them along with his underwear, licking your lips as your eyes settled on his throbbing erection. 

“And why’s that, doll?” He asked, indulging his curiosity. 

“So that I could have done this a long time ago,” you said, wrapping your hand around his cock and taking his full length into your mouth. 

Bucky inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on your hair, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated around his cock and caused him to buck his hips towards you. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, but you held steady and continued to work him into a frenzy, licking and sucking and drawing the most delicious sounds from him. 

He reluctantly pulled you away after a few minutes, and you whined at the loss of contact. 

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking off his shirt and watching you like a predator stalking its prey as you followed his instructions. He dropped to his knees once you were in position, and you sucked in a breath as he began a trail of kisses that started from the inside of your ankle and led up to your inner thigh. 

Lifting the skirt of your dress, he took a moment to admire your underwear before hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding them down, tossing them aside and continuing his path of kisses. 

You whimpered as he reached your slick folds, and you felt him smile wickedly against them before sucking your clit into his mouth. Your hands flew to his hair, nails raking along his scalp as you rolled your hips to meet him, soft moans passing your lips that spurred him on. 

Gripping your hip and holding you in place with his vibranium hand, Bucky added his flesh hand to the assault on your pussy, sliding a finger inside while his thumb circled your clit alongside his tongue. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as his finger curled up and rubbed against your sweet spot, speeding up your impending orgasm. 

“That’s it, doll,” Bucky groaned, his breath ghosting over your pussy and adding to the sweet sensations. “Come for me.” 

It was all the encouragement you needed and within seconds your pussy was squeezing around his fingers, back arching as your moans filled the room. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised once you were finished, removing himself from between your legs and licking your juices from his fingers as he climbed onto the bed. “Sweet as a peach.” 

The lewd act made you bite your lip, and at Bucky’s command you moved up the bed to lay back against the pillows, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. He kissed you deeply, needily, and you eagerly parted your lips for him when he teased them with that skillful tongue of his, drawing more moans from you as he trailed more sloppy kisses along your jawline and neck. Your hands returned to his hair as you thrust your hips up to meet his cock, aching to have him inside you. 

“Please, Buck. I need you,” you whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. A look of uncertainty crossed his face as he hesitated a moment, and you didn’t need the ability to read minds to know what he was thinking. 

Reaching over to your nightstand, you opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, smiling reassuringly up at him as you ripped it open and reached down to roll it over his cock. He groaned at your touch, and when you were done he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“If you change your mind about this, let me know and I’ll stop,” he whispered, and you cupped his face to make him look at you. 

“Not gonna happen,” you replied. 

It was all the reassurance he needed, and with a searing kiss he lined himself up at your entrance and slid into you. You gasped as he slowly pushed himself all the way in, filling you completely, and he paused only a moment for you to get accustomed to the feeling before pulling away and repeating the motion. 

Your soft moans turned to heavy pants as Bucky began to move faster, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer with each thrust while his mouth set your skin ablaze with every kiss to your neck, face and chest. 

You squeaked in surprise when he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, hooking your legs over his shoulders so that he could go deeper, and waves of ecstasy rolled over you as he brought you to the brink over and over again, the room filling with your exclamations of pleasure and encouragement for him to keep going. 

You lost count of how many times you came while Bucky fucked you, your pussy squeezing his cock and drawing the most explicit sounds from him. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own release, and his cries of pleasure joined yours as you both climaxed for the last time.  

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled out to dispose of the condom, but he was back by your side in a matter of seconds, pulling you into his tight embrace and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he planted soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. 

“I can’t believe we haven’t done that sooner,” he murmured, his breath against your ear giving you goosebumps. “You’re fucking amazing.” 

Your cheeks reddened and you laid your head on his chest to hide the fact. 

“Says you,” you scoffed, and now it was his turn to blush. “At least now we know, we can make up for lost time,” you mused, and he hummed in agreement, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your ear. 

“Well, the sooner we get started, the better,” he stated, and you lifted your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Really!? Already!?” 

“Perks of being a super soldier, doll,” he smirked, and you giggled as he nudged himself into you to show his returning hard on. 

“FRIDAY - add condoms to the shopping list,” you announced to the AI as you reached over and pulled another from the nightstand. You had a full box in there, but something told you they wouldn’t last long. 

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

The Diary of Tom Riddle- Diary! Tom Riddle x Reader - P3

pairing: Tom riddle x Fem reader

warnings: Horcruxes, Manipulation, Tom being Tom, side effects of being possessed.

summary: 16-year-old (y/n) finds a mysterious black book on the floor of after it slips out of Ginny Weasleys caldron, curious, she picks it up and keeps it-which leads to one thing after another and discovers the book is far more than it seems.

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 4-

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Thankfully, as she woke up, (y/n) hadn't moved from her bed throughout the night. She sighed and slowly sat up, rubbing her face, drawing back the curtains of her bed, seeing her roommates all up and getting dressed for the day. It was a Sunday, so it was Hogsmeade day for years 3 and up.

Hogsmeade sounded fun.

(y/n) looked at the diary and grabbed it, popping open her ink well and grabbing her quill, flipping open a book to the now blank page she’d been writing in the night before.

“Morning Tom.”

Tom took a moment to respond, her ink disappearing into the page as his elegant scrawl appeared in its place.

‘Good morning (y/n), did you sleep well?’

“yes I did, thankfully. Woke up where I should be too, in my bed.”

‘Very good. Are you feeling better?’

“yeah, much better, thank you. Im going to go to Hogsmeade today, would you like to come with?”

‘Well, I wouldn’t be able to do much, would I?’

(y/n) hummed in thought, Tom had a point, as he could only see what she wrote/illustrated in the book.

“good point, but I could maybe bring you to the bookstore there and get some ink you’d like?”

‘I don’t eat the ink (y/n)’

“not what I meant but that’s a very funny visual thank you.”

(y/n) giggled to herself, imagining the book eating the ink instead of just absorbing it to write back to her.

“I meant like, would you like some fancy ink? I saved up some money from my allowance and can get some good ink from the store if you would prefer it?”

‘How…generous of you, (y/n)’

“thank you :)”

Tom took a very long moment to respond, as if he was thinking long and hard about her offer. Finally, after a few minutes, he wrote back-though he did so while (y/n) was getting dressed for her outing to Hogsmeade, putting on an oversized sweater for maximum comfort.

‘I suppose it couldn’t hurt if you brought the diary along, I certainly don’t mind good inks to write with, I myself was never able to afford more than the most basic brands.’

(y/n) tilted her head a bit, a smile growing on her face. Tom was opening up to her a bit! Okay-play it cool-don’t overreact.

“aww really?”

‘I don’t need your pity (y/n)’

Oops.

“not pity! Im sorry! Just…idk”

‘What in the merlin does ‘idk’ mean?’

“Oh-I don’t know-its an abbreviation.”

‘Why don’t you just write ‘I don’t know’, it’s not hard?’

“idk, just easier.”

She felt like she could hear him sigh, which made her giggle and she finished getting dressed before writing to him again.

“okay okay, im going to go eat, ill be back to grab you before everyone heads out to Hogsmeade.”

Tom didn’t respond so (y/n) closed the diary and put it back on her bedside table, capping her ink well and cleaning her quill before leaving her room, heading out to the great hall for breakfast.

-

Hogsmeade, thankfully, took the rest of the events from the night before off (y/n)’s mind as she went from store to store, starting at the book store and writing down ink brands and types to Tom, who eventually picked out a non-expensive India ink, but it was definitely more costly than the usual ink she got.

She closed the diary and put it back in her bag, taking the new ink to the front and buying it, the shopkeep wrapping it in paper and then giving it to her in a paper bag.

She counted how much money she had left as she walked down the main path of the village, nodding to herself as she pocketed the coins. She had enough to do someday after Halloween candy shopping.

She hopped straight into Honeydukes, where loads of other students were buying their own discounted candy, and quickly got some candies that were under the discount.

Including a bag of candy corn, and it was the type made in shop-which was even better.

“What is it with you and candy corn (n/n)?” one of her friends that had accompanied her to Hogsmeade asked teasingly, attempting to steal one of the candies (y/n) had bought.

“It’s good!” (y/n) defended the candy, holding the box to her chest. She knew candy corn wasn’t a worldly liked candy-but it was hers and her dad's favorite, so it not only tasted good to her, but it also was nostalgic.

(y/n)’s friend snickered, taking a caramel apple lollipop from (y/n)’s bag full of discounted Halloween candy. (y/n) rolled her eyes, the two catching up with the rest of their friends, hanging out at the three broomsticks for a while before heading back to the castle.

Upon getting back to her dorm room, (y/n) poured out the candy onto her bed and spread it out, sorting it and eating a few pieces here and there as she separated the chocolates from the hard candies, and the lollipops from the taffy.

She took out the diary and the new well of ink, opening the wax around it and setting it aside, testing the ink on her actual notebook before writing to Tom.

“back from Hogsmeade! Using the new ink as well :)”

‘I can tell, it’s far smoother than the ink you were using before.’

“I’m glad you like it! I also got a lot of candy from honeydukes, they were having a day after Halloween sale, I got nearly 5 pounds of candy for one galleon.”

‘Sweet tooth?’

“big one.”

(y/n) smiled brightly as she continued her conversation with Tom, which turned to her asking Tom what his favorite candy was…is.

‘I haven't tried much candy if I must be honest, though I do like treacle tarts.’

“yum, those are pretty good”

“great now Im craving treacle tart thanks Tom.”

‘You’re welcome, (y/n)’

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(y/n) happily painted on some Slytherin green and silver face paint onto her cheeks, today was the first quidditch game of the year, and the Slytherin team had gotten a new seeker-the spoiled as fuck Draco Malfoy, who everyone knew bribed his way in but he still wasn’t a terrible flyer-and brand new brooms.

The whole Slytherin house was excited, ready to win the first match of the season against Gryffindor, since they hadn’t won a game against Gryffindor since Harry Potter joined the team the year before.

“You almost ready (y/n)?!” her friend called from the bathroom as she herself finished her makeup.

“Yeah!” (y/n) said, hopping to her feet after pulling away from her desk mirror. “I’m all done!” she wrapped a scarf around her neck and hooked her arm with her friends and they all went down to the quidditch pitch together, the roar of excitement already humming through the stands.

The game started quickly after that and it was exciting! The Slytherins were walloping the Gryffindors easily-quickly overtaking them 90-30. (y/n) whistled and cheered for her team, throwing her fists into the air with each score. “Woah what the fuck?!” she heard her friend suddenly exclaim and (y/n) turned to see where she was looking, her brows furrowing as a bludger began to deliberately chase Harry Potter.

“Is that a rouge bludger??” (y/n) said, her lip curling in confusion. “What the hell they’re like-impossible to tamper??” (y/n) and her friend stopped paying attention to the game as a whole, watching in near horror as Harry was chased around by a bludger.

The Weasley twins tried to bat it away from him but it kept coming back.

“that’s not good-we should tell a teacher-“ (y/n) stuttered, turning to head off the stands, maybe catch Madam Hooch’s attention and stop the game before someone got hurt. (y/n)’s friend nodded and followed her through the crowd of Slytherins and down the stands.

Just as they reached Madam Hooch, the bludger had slammed into Harry’s arm as he reached for the snitch and he hit the dirt soon after; though he had the snitch in hand, Gryffindor had won the game. “Oh shit,” (y/n) muttered under her breath, looking at Harrys very broken arm, as Madam Hooch blew the whistle, ending the game.

The Weasley twins somehow caught the tampered bludger, getting it back into the box and locking it down. Madam Hooch instantly saw to it, and while that all happened-the idiot Lockhart…erm…mended Harry’s arm.

“Ew,” (y/n) muttered as her friend gagged at the rubber look Harry’s arm had taken. Lockhart hadn’t mended shit; he’d removed Harry’s bones!

“That is so nasty,” (y/n)’s friend muttered, and (y/n) nodded in agreement, heading back to the castle after Headmaster Dumbledore told everyone the match was over and to head back to the castle while Harry, and any other injured players, went to Madam Pomfrey.

“Gotta be honest, Gryffindor deserved that win, I mean-odds stacked against them, with those new brooms and that bloody bludger, they won. Shame Potter’s arm got broken for it though.” (y/n)’s friend ranted as they walked back to the common room, (y/n) nodding in agreement. “I have to wonder who tampered the bludger? I mean Madam Hooch checks them right before the game, and if it wasn’t tampered then, how could’ve someone hexed it within the minutes before the game began?”

(y/n) shrugged as her friend continued to rant. “Maybe someone tampered with it mid-game? Because it wasn’t doing it at first, if it was tampered with before the game-it would’ve gone after Harry straight away? Wouldn’t it?” (y/n) suggested, walking into the common room after several other students and her friend nodded, tapping her chin.

“That does sound logical, though I’m not sure how or why anyone would do that, I mean-he’s just a 12-year-old kid? Who’d want to charm a bloody iron magic ball to hurt him?” (y/n) shrugged in response to her friend's rhetorical question.

“Someone fucked up,” (y/n) answered anyway and her friend sighed, the two entering their dorm room. Her friend went to wipe the Slytherin-themed makeup off her face while (y/n) went to her bed and grabbed the diary.

“Potter almost got killed by a bludger at the quidditch match today.”

(y/n) could almost feel the sense of ‘!!?!?!’ from Tom as he hurriedly wrote back to her.

‘Who starts a conversation like that? also what? how? I never liked Quidditch but I’m sure those Quidditch gear chests are impossible to get into?’

“that’s what I said, I think someone jinxed it mid game because it wasn’t going after him at first.”

‘How odd. And it was going after Potter specifically?’

“yeah! Only him, the Weasley twins kept batting it away from him but it would go right back after Potter. Its really weird.”

‘I cannot tell you it isn’t, because it is very odd.’

“yeah”

(y/n) perked up as her friend came back out of the bathroom. “I’m going to go get lunch, you coming?” her friend asked and (y/n) nodded.

“Yeah, lemme just wash my face,” (y/n) said, looking back down at the diary and telling Tom she had to go, setting the book down on the bedside table and going into the bathroom to wash her face.

-

(y/n) woke up very late that night, a ringing in her ears as she opened her eyes, feeling kinda nauseous. She groaned lightly, realizing she’d fallen off her bed, her head pounding as she attempted to get up, pressing her palms to her eyes as they ached.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, rubbing her face. She’d never fallen off her bed before, but considering the odd dream she had-she wasn’t surprised. She eventually got to her feet after the nausea had passed and climbed back into bed, yawning.

She laid back down, but couldn’t get back to sleep. Her mind kept going back to that odd dream. She had been walking through the halls of Hogwarts, at what seemed to be a late hour, and went into one of the bathrooms and…spoke a strange language-a hissing language, and the…sink had come apart??? After that she woke up, having fallen off her bed mid weird dream.

She huffed and drew the curtains around her bed, grabbing her wand, the diary, and her quill. “Lumos,” (y/n) murmured and the tip of her wand began to glow and she opened the diary, flipping through pages and pages of notes, and doodles.

She dipped her quill and began to write to Tom.

“I fell out of my bed,”

‘And why is that so important to tell me? It’s late I’m sure, you should be asleep.’

“you’re right but I cant get back to sleep, I had a weird dream and woke up after falling out of my bed, which ive never done”

“or at least I havent done since I was a kid?”

‘Interesting. What was your dream about if I may ask?’

(y/n) wrote down what she remembered from the dream, and then added a small detail she hadn’t realized till now.

“it felt like I was having an out of body experience, or like I was watching through someone elses eyes? You get what I mean?”

‘I suppose I do, though im sure there’s nothing to worry about, everyone has odd dreams sometimes.’

“have you ever had an odd dream?”

‘Yes, I’m not divulging that information though, you’ll tease me relentlessly about it.’

“no I wont!”

(y/n) huffed as Tom didn’t respond, and she could imagine the expression of ‘sure you wont’ on his face. She wished she knew wha the looked like…wait maybe she could find him in the gallery! He did say he was a prefect in his time, maybe there was a picture somewhere of the 1942-1943 prefects.

“you’re no fun.”

‘Go to sleep (y/n),’

“fiiiine, goodnight Tom.”

‘Goodnight, (y/n)’

-

“A first year got petrified?!” (y/n) asked in a hushed tone, her eyes wide as she gripped her friend's hand tightly as they walked to breakfast Monday morning.

“Yeah, apparently it happened Saturday night, or well, early Sunday morning if you think about it that way-but Professor Dumbledore found him in the middle of the night-just-stone still, petrified.” (y/n)’s friend rambled and (y/n) frowned, squeezing her friend’s hand tighter.

Early Sunday morning…she’d had that weird dream and fell out of her bed Sunday morning.

“What time did the first year get petrified?” (y/n) asked and her friend shrugged.

“Dunno, I’m only telling you what I heard from the grapevine, all I know is Sunday morning, a first year got petrified.” (y/n) huffed nervously in response, swallowing harshly, that weird feeling of paranoia returning to her gut.

Just a coincidence, just a coincidence. It had to be; besides, she’d just fallen out of her bed this time, she hadn’t sleepwalked, she hadn’t even left her dorm room.

…right?

-

“I’m leaving.” (y/n) huffed as dumbass Lockhart came onto the long dueling stage that was set up lengthwise in the great hall, replacing the house tables. Her friend grabbed her arm as she attempted to escape, tugging her towards the edge of the stage-making them be front and center.

“Oh, come on (y/n)~ it’ll be fun!” her friend said cheerfully, she’d didn’t understand why (y/n)…disliked ‘Professor’ Lockhart, even thinking he was hot.

It was one of the few things (y/n) vehemently disagreed with her on.

“it’ll be cringe as fuck that’s what it’ll be.” (y/n) grumbled, crossing her arms as she pouted. She expected maybe Professor Flitwick to be the head of the dueling club, but noooo it had to be the obvious fake Lockhart.

Though-Professor Snape had agreed to…help Lockhart in a demonstration, and that, was going to be fun.

(y/n) couldn’t help the peal of laughter that came from her as Snape sent Lockhart across the dueling stage, her friend gasping as Lockhart landed with a thump. “Is he okay?” her friend asked and (y/n) just snickered with the rest of the Slytherin members of the club.

“Who cares? That was funny.” (y/n) chuckled, smirking as her friend gave her a glare. After that everyone got paired into groups, Lockhart nearly putting the little 1st and 2nd years with the 5th and 6th years attending, Snape correcting that mistake and putting (y/n) against a fellow 6th-year Slytherin, though (y/n) hardly knew his name.

“Remember, disarm only!” Lockhart said and (y/n) rolled her eyes, bowing her to dueling partner with her wand at her side and then holding it out in front of her, her other arm over her head for balance.

The dueling began moments later, and spells shot out of their wands every other moment. (y/n) began with the disarming charm, expelliarmus, but her opponent blocked it and returned with a Stupefy. (y/n) went to block but it felt like she wasn’t in control of herself anymore, she stepped to the side-avoiding the spell-and held out her wand in a grip that wasn’t her own.

“Relashio!” With a wave of her wand her dueling opponent was forced to drop their wand and then (y/n) twirled her wand again. “Depulso!” A blast of white magic flew towards her dueling opponent and they flew back, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

There was an intense satisfaction that ran deep in her bones for a split moment, and an odd feeling to finish her opponent off-but that quickly went away and (y/n) pocketed her wand, rushing over to her dueling partner. “Are you okay?” (y/n) asked, offering her hand and her dueling partner chuckled painfully, rubbing their lower back as she helped them stand.

“I’m okay-that was wicked casting though,” (y/n) only nodded in response, licking her teeth as the dueling groups were stopped, a green haze in the air from the dueling 2nd years. She began to leave the great hall as Potter and Malfoy began to duel, only stopping when she heard a strange hissing coming from the stage.

She turned, the hissing sounding too familiar, coming from Potter as he…hissed at a black snake? Her ears began to ring, her vision going a bit blurry as she stared at Potter, the boy hissing at the snake before Snape destroyed it.

What the fuck?

That was the same hissing she’d heard in her dream on Sunday.

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Camp Wiegman-Part 50

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words : 6k

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Friday, February 12 - At Jenni’s place.

I bite my lip to stifle my smile. The image Lucy presents is funny, but I don't want to make her scowl worse. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so impatient, tapping her best friend’s car hood.

“They’re obviously late,” she grumbles.

“They’ve only been gone ten minutes. They’ll be here soon.”

“It’s not funny,” she growls. “Stop smiling like that.”

My smile fades instantly; I don’t want to annoy her any further. Our vacation isn’t starting as I had imagined. Lucy’s been grumpy since I met up with her. She had a terrible morning, having to supervise a first-year student who was punished and left out in the rain. I hope she’s tougher than me and doesn’t fall sick. She was so chilled at noon that she had to stay under the shower for over fifteen minutes to warm up. We planned to leave right after our classes to have lunch in town with Alexia and Ingrid, but we ended up grabbing a sandwich to eat at the airport because we were short on time. It was a good decision, because even though Mapi’s plane was delayed, she managed to get out before we finished eating. Miraculously, we arrived on time for the meeting we had planned with Lucy’s friends. If we hadn’t, I can’t even imagine how Lucy would have been, seeing her already so wound up now. We were supposed to leave at 2:30 PM, but Jenni supposedly lost her phone in the apartment. Seeing Lucy’s worsening state, Alexia decided to go up and help Jenni search for it. I suggested to Lucy that we step outside to get some air to calm down, but it was a bad idea once our friends waiting in the other cars started teasing us by honking.

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “Calm down.”

I was about to put my hand on her back but held back when I saw her dark eyes. The others are openly mocking us. We decided to take three cars to avoid being crammed together with our luggage. Mapi is sharing a car with Ingrid and Aitana, who’s driving. As for the second car, there’s Mary, Caroline, and Beth. As for us, we’re riding with Jenni and Alexia. Lucy draws my attention with a sigh.

“I need a hug,” she mutters.

I smile as I open my arms to her. She leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder. This time, I gently rub her back.

“Come on, relax. We’re on vacation. We’ve been looking forward to this for so long.”

The week was tough. We were distant from each other most of the time. I didn’t understand the feeling of missing her, but according to Lucy, it’s just because it’s still the early stages of our relationship. We need to find a balance, and she’s probably right. It only made me more eager to finally be on vacation.

“Hmm... You’re right. I’m sorry for being so unpleasant.”

“You’re allowed to have a bad day.”

She nods before giving me a chaste kiss. The moment doesn’t last long as she returns to nuzzle into my neck. We stay like that until our friends return. Jenni is driving, so Lucy gave up the front passenger seat to Alexia and sat in the back with me. She’s the first to get into the car when they return.

“Did you find it?” I ask Ale.

“Yeah, it’s all good. How’s Lucy doing?”

“Not great, but she’ll be fine,” I reassure her.

“I hope so.”

I nod with a small smile to reassure her. I’m not worried about it. The ride will probably calm her down. I join Lucy in the back. The first thing I notice is that she’s moved my backpack that I had placed in the middle and also took off her jacket. Seeing this, I follow suit, figuring she’s right to make herself comfortable given the long drive ahead.

“How many hours do we have left?” I ask, thinking about it.

“A little less than 6 hours, I think.” Lucy says

“Could be worse,” Jenni replies as she settles in.

She also takes off her jacket. Something tells me they’ve traveled together a lot before, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. The GPS she activates pulls me out of my thoughts as it starts speaking. We’ll be the ones leading the way thanks to it. I realize I didn’t bring my headphone, but I quickly forget this detail when I hear the music playing. Jenni left the radio on with current hits. It’ll fill the silence since Lucy doesn’t seem to want to talk.

“Can I lie down?”

I’m surprised to hear her speak. She’s pointing at my lap, and I quickly understand her intention. I’m not sure how she plans to do it, but I nod in affirmation.

“Of course,” I confirm. “Come here.”

She unbuckles the shoulder strap of her seatbelt, leaving only the lower part fastened, then takes off her shoes and leans heavily against me. We shift to find our positions, and once we do, I hold her close, intertwining our hands. My free hand gently rubs her stomach in slow circles, which seems to soothe her judging by the long sigh she lets out. This week was pretty disastrous. If we didn’t share a room, we would have barely seen each other since she was so busy. The fact that she doesn’t want any affection during the day doesn’t help either. Plus, I had to meet with Wiegman. She wanted to make sure my night troubles were improving, and she confirmed that I’d be returning to my room after the holidays. I need to make the most of Lucy during this vacation. Looking up, I catch Ale’s reflection in the sun visor. She smiles at us, making me blush. This is the first time she’ll see us interact so closely, especially as a couple. I turn away and grab my scarf to use as a pillow against the window. Lucy, already dozing off in my arms, grumbles at my fidgeting. I apologize and stop moving. My head trembles slightly against the window, but not enough to be bothersome. I finally exhale softly, closing my eyes with a small smile on my lips as the car finally starts moving.

Friday, February 12 - Hotel.

I jump slightly when a hand touches my cheek. I look around, almost bumping into Lucy, who had finally slumped over me. The car is empty except for the two of us. She gives me a reassuring smile.

“We’re here.”

“Already?”

“Yeah,” she giggles. “It’s not a myth. You really sleep like a log. I didn’t dare wake you.”

I blush at her remark. I realize I had fallen asleep again for the entire trip. I imagine she didn’t.

“I don’t want to get up,” she tells me. “You’re really comfortable.”

“It’s not surprising with all this fat,” I joke.

Lucy gently smacks my thigh with a stern look, making me yelp in surprise.

“Don’t ever say that. It’s not true.”

She grimaces as she sits up. The position must have given her cramps. She swears as she stretches and unbuckles her seatbelt. I do the same, putting on my jacket and scarf.

“Bundle up well. It’s cold outside.”

I nod, agreeing with her. From what I can see, there’s a thick layer of snow outside. As soon as the door opens, a frigid gust invades the car. To think that in Manchester, everything was starting to melt. Here we are back in the snow. I smile at Mapi, who comes to greet me as soon as I step out.

“Did you sleep through the whole trip again, sleepyhead?” she teases.

“No using that nickname, it’s mine,” grumbles Lucy as she steps out of the car too.

I stifle a laugh when I see Mapi roll her eyes nonchalantly. From the latest updates I’ve gotten, the two have been getting along better thanks to Mapi’s support for my girlfriend. This only makes me happy. I was really worried about the opposite. Luckily, Mapi doesn’t push her on the subject. I would have sided with Lucy. She doesn’t give me many nicknames, so I plan to let her have exclusivity if that’s what she wants. For the past few weeks, she’s been calling me "princess" or even "baby" or "sleepyhead." These nicknames make my heart flutter. They really make me feel like we're together. It's not easy to realize that since we maintain a teacher/student relationship at school.

"Can you help me, baby?" Lucy calls as she takes out our suitcases.

"Yep," I reply, confirming. "See you later," I say to Mapi before leaving.

I help her with the last of our things before joining our friends, who are chatting at the entrance, waiting for us. We all go inside the lobby together to escape the cold, and I must say, we make quite a group, especially with the other girls. The place looked large from the outside, and now that I'm seeing the reception area, I find it stunning. It's a mix of modern decor and a chalet style, thanks to the wooden accents. I stay aside with Alexia and Mapi while Lucy goes up to the reception with a few friends. We have five rooms in total—one for each couple, and the last two will be shared by the four single girls.

"I think the receptionist has a little crush on you," Mapi teases.

I stop my observations, realizing she's talking to me.

"Huh? No way."

"No, I think she's right. He keeps glancing at you," Ale giggles.

I roll my eyes at their teasing. He’s going to be disappointed when he sees me in Lucy's arms later. I don't really plan on hiding my relationship with her during this trip. All our friends know about us, so there's no reason to. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I feel compelled to take a quick glance at him to see what he looks like. He was indeed looking at me, but when our eyes met, he quickly looked away. He seems to be around our age, if not closer to Lucy's age. I turn back to the girls, who are talking about how great this week is going to be. They say it’s going to be awesome, and I quickly agree before Mapi nudges me.

"What?" I groan.

"You're the one she's calling 'sweetheart.'"

"What are you talking about?"

I frown, following her nod toward Lucy. She’s waiting for me a little farther away, shaking our room key.

"Oh," I say, blushing. "See you later, then."

"Yeah, sure," my best friend mocks.

I grab my suitcase and roll it over to Lucy. She tilts her head and holds out her hand when I reach her. I take it without thinking.

"Did you call me 'sweetheart'?" I ask, feeling shy.

"Hmm," she smiles. "Do I not have the right?"

"Yes, yes," I say, blushing again. "It’s just new."

"True," she laughs. "I can stop giving you nicknames if you prefer."

"Oh no, no. I like it. It was just... unexpected."

"Alright," she laughs. "I'll make sure to continue if you like it. Come on, let’s go up."

"And the others?"

"We're meeting at the restaurant at 6:30."

"Oh, okay."

I glance back at the others for a moment before following Lucy to the elevators. She calls one with a button.

"Do you know if our rooms are next to each other?"

"I don’t think so, but they’re on the same floor."

"And where are we?"

"Room 322, on the third floor."

"Cool."

We step into the elevator, letting go of each other's hands as we turn around. I catch a glimpse of the lobby, where I notice the young receptionist watching us with a new look of embarrassment when I catch him.

"The girls think the receptionist has a crush on me," I share with amusement.

"Oh really?" she smiles. "Too bad for him that you're already taken."

I smile as she pulls me close and kisses me just as the doors close. Oh yes, I’m already taken by the most wonderful person. The doors open to our floor. We easily find our room, which Lucy unlocks. She had shown me photos on the computer, but the reality is much better. It's beautiful. Like the lobby, the room has a chalet style. Everything is made of oak wood, with anthracite gray walls that contrast with the light wood beams. It’s not very big, which makes the space feel cozy. I’m thrilled to share it with Lucy for a whole week. A huge bed, which looks super comfortable, takes up the middle of the room. Opposite it, there’s a TV mounted on the wall that I can’t resist touching.

"Don’t touch everything," Lucy scolds.

"But look, it moves."

I tilt it from right to left to show my discovery, making Lucy laugh.

"I know, baby," she says, taking off her jacket and placing it on top of her suitcase.

Ignoring her, I continue exploring the room. We have a sitting area with a sofa and an armchair, and there’s even a small terrace. When I turn around, I quickly join Lucy, who is in the bathroom. It’s slightly bigger than the one Lucy has at Camp Wiegman. There are double sinks, a shower, and even a large bathtub. I can already see myself relaxing in there. Lucy’s arms wrap around me from behind. I smile as she unzips my jacket. I lean into her to make it easier.

"A whole week just for us," she murmurs.

"Yeah."

I’m living in pure bliss. I step away slightly so she can slide my jacket off my shoulders. I take off my scarf myself and take my jacket to place it with my suitcase, which I had left by the door.

"Shall we unpack?"

"If you want, but there’s only one wardrobe."

"Is that a problem?"

I bite my lip, shaking my head. Oh no, not a problem at all. It’s more like a dream come true.

"No... We can share it."

"Good," she smiles. "It’s strange, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, totally," I giggle.

It’s unconventional, just like our relationship. We’re going to experience a lot of firsts here. The first thing is unpacking our things in this wardrobe. When we’re done, we still have a little time before heading down. So I flop onto our bed, spreading out like a starfish.

"Your shoes, sweetheart."

A smile spreads across my face, now that I’ve heard it. The situation doesn’t seem to amuse Lucy as much, judging by the look she’s giving me. I feel like a little kid sometimes.

"What’s making you smile like that?"

"The nickname. My God, the effect it has on me."

She raises an eyebrow with a small amused smile as I laugh.

"That doesn’t change the fact that you need to take off your shoes."

"Say it again, and I’ll take them off."

"That’s called blackmail."

"It’s not much. It’s either that, or you take off my shoes yourself."

"Fine, but it’ll cost you."

I hold out my foot with a silly grin. She takes off one shoe, then the other, letting them drop to the floor. Hers quickly join mine before she unexpectedly lies on top of me. I groan because she wasn’t delicate at all. Luckily, my bruises don’t hurt as much anymore, or I might have screamed in pain. She giggles as she kisses my nose.

"Sorry for being grumpy earlier."

"Don’t apologize. You have the right to be. You didn’t have the best morning," I say as I gently stroke her hair.

"You’re right, but still," she mumbles before sighing contentedly against my neck. "You didn’t need to put up with it."

She kisses my jaw softly before moving down to my neck. If she plans to apologize like this every time, I’m going to tell her she can be grumpy more often. In just a few weeks, she’s already discovered that this is one of my weak spots, at least from what she’s explored. She’s gotten into the habit of inflicting this sweet torture on me whenever she gets the chance in her room. I let out a surprised gasp when I feel her teeth nibbling at my skin before she sucks it between her lips.

"What are you doing?" I panic.

"Something I’ve never done but always wanted to try..."

"You’re not serious!"

I laugh as she continues. I don’t even try to push her away. Her hair tickles the tip of my nose. I let her finish as she soothes the small bite with her tongue. She kisses it before propping herself up on her elbows to admire her work with a proud smile.

"So, are you happy now?" I chuckle.

"Not bad for a first time," she laughs. "At least the receptionist will know you’re taken."

"I think he already figured that out, you know. Is this really the first time you’ve done that?"

"Yeah," she smiles.

"And you should know this is the first time I’ve ever gotten a hickey too."

"Really?" she raises an eyebrow. "I thought Mapi would’ve done that already."

"She did... But not in visible places, you see..."

"I’d rather not know. »

I bite my lip, understanding perfectly. Maybe this isn't the best topic for us to talk about together. She captures my lips one last time before standing up.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm going to get ready. We need to head down soon," she informs me as she heads into the bathroom.

"Oh..." I sigh. "Maybe we should've taken a vacation just for the two of us after all."

I hear her laugh from the other room, which makes me smile.

"You say that, but you'll be the first one who doesn't want to leave at the end of this week."

"You're probably right."

"I am right," she asserts. "You love spending time with your friends just as much as with me."

"It's frustrating how well you know me."

I hear her laugh again. I decide to join her, leaning against the door frame. She's just closing her makeup bag. She’s put on some lipstick and probably a touch of mascara. I blush, thinking she looks stunning.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks with a teasing smile.

"Nothing... Just that you're very beautiful."

"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself," she compliments me, smiling even more.

I clear my throat as I straighten up. I'm not used to openly expressing what I think, and even less so to accepting compliments. Lucy seems to understand this because she changes the subject.

"Should I leave you the bathroom?"

"Please."

We switch places, and she takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on my lips. She stays by the doorframe while I touch up my makeup. Suddenly, she seems deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?" I ask.

She takes a soft breath and shrugs.

"I feel a bit guilty. I compared you a lot to Kiera at the beginning."

I stop what I’m doing. It's the first time she's mentioned Kiera since the night we got together. I never pushed her because she never did it with me, but I wanted her to bring it up at least once. It’s important that we talk about it. I just didn't expect her to do it now.

"Why feel guilty? I don’t blame you. We’re somewhat alike. We were both junkies," I joke.

She shakes her head and sighs. It seems my joke didn't have the intended effect. I move closer to her and place my hand on her cheek. She lifts her head with a sad expression on her face. I begin to wonder just how much she thought we were alike. Seeing her like this tugs at my heart. The emotions she's experiencing are pure sadness. I don’t know how to react. Normally, she’s the one who reassures me.

"Exactly. I was scared when you’d go home. Kiera never wanted to stop, even after she tried to quit. She kept going back, again and again, and I was so terrified it would be the same with you."

I have tears in my eyes as she begins to cry in front of me. I've never seen her like this. She usually controls her emotions so well. Her broken voice shows me just how deeply all of this affected her. Panicking, I desperately kiss her. My gesture seems to be well received by the way she returns the kiss. I end up pressed against the furniture, and our exchange is rough. I wrap my arms around her neck to pull her closer.

"I'm so sorry," she says between sobs.

"Hey, shh," I say, wiping her tears with my thumbs. "It’s okay, alright? Please stop, or I'll start crying with you."

She chuckles, resting her forehead against mine. I realize she just needed to let it all out.

"I'm not Kiera. It’s not your fault that she didn’t want to be saved. I promise you, drugs and I are definitely over. You’re the only thing I could ever want—"

I stop, realizing what I’ve just said. Did I really just say that? Lucy laughs, making me aware of the weight of my words.

"I-I... That’s not what I meant," I stammer, blushing.

"Yes, it is what you meant," she teases.

"It’s embarrassing," I say, looking everywhere but at her, which makes her laugh.

"Baby, I’d be worried if you didn’t want me or if you were thinking about someone else... That’s not the case, right?"

"No," I chuckle. "You’re the only one."

"Hmm..." she says with a playful tone. "You’d better be."

I gasp when she tugs on my earlobe. Unintentionally, I rise onto my tiptoes. She takes advantage of it to press me harder against the furniture. She moves down to my neck, continuing her sweet torture. Damn, she’s good at this. I realize our situation when a moan escapes me.

"I— Luce... Please."

My desperate plea makes her stop immediately.

"Are you okay?"

"I... Yeah... I-I just need to finish up so we don’t end up late."

She smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Oh no, don’t worry."

"No, I’m sorry. I promised to take it slow, and I intend to keep that promise."

I sigh, nodding. She noticed my struggle, and I feel a bit guilty.

"If it’s something you want—"

"No," she shakes her head. "We don’t need to rush things. You went through a tough time, so we’ll take it slow. Anyway, we’ve only been together for two weeks. We need to get to know each other."

"You’re right."

"As always," she smiles.

She kisses me before pulling away suddenly, leaving a void I never thought I’d feel.

"Hurry up and finish. The quicker we’re downstairs, the sooner we can get back to our bed."

I smile, watching her leave. I guess that means our conversation is over. I quickly finish getting ready before joining her in the bedroom to put my shoes back on.

"Can I borrow a sweater? I’m starting to get cold."

"You didn’t bring one?"

"I’d like one of yours if you don’t mind," I say, biting my lip.

"Of course not. Help yourself," she says, nodding toward the wardrobe.

I quickly find a plain black wool cardigan that matches my sweater. Once I’m ready, we finally leave our room hand in hand. Lucy keeps the keys, and I fully intend to let her take care of that for the entire trip. I’d probably lose them. We arrive in the lobby. Lucy guides me toward the hotel restaurant with her hand on my waist. It’s the first time we can act as a couple in a week, and I plan to savor these moments.

"Have you been here before?" I ask her curiously.

"We came here last year. We liked it so much that we decided to come back."

"Did you bring someone...?"

"I was in a relationship, but no."

I don’t hide my pleasure. I’m the first person she’s brought here. I feel special. A waiter greets us upon our arrival. Lucy asks for the table that Jenni reserved for us. Once he finds it, he leads us there. Only Jenni and Alexia are already seated.

"I thought you’d be the first ones here," Jenni says. "You’re slipping, Luce," she teases.

"I have a girlfriend who’s not very punctual," she laughs.

"Hey! It wasn’t my fault this time! Besides, we’re on time, and it’s been a long time since I was last late."

"Thanks to whom?" she brags.

"I’m not going to respond to that provocation."

She chuckles as I slide onto the bench next to Alexia. Lucy takes the last available spot on the bench.

"Did you two get settled in well?" Jenni asks.

"It seems they did..." Ale hints with a smug smile.

I don't immediately understand where she's going with this until I see her staring at my neck. I blush and pull up the collar of my cardigan to hide Lucy's hickey. I regret not thinking to bring a scarf. Her smile widens, but she doesn’t say anything that might make us uncomfortable. We start chatting while waiting for the others. Lucy has decided to stick close to me tonight. Her hand rests on my thigh. I take advantage of this position by leaning into her as she talks mostly to Jenni. It’s clear they share a deep bond by the way they interact. Her friends gradually join us, bringing with them a lively atmosphere. Of course, the last ones to arrive are Mapi and Ingrid, who sit across from us.

“Now you know why I’m always late,” I say to Lucy. “Mapi’s the one who made me like this.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, Lucy, instead of criticizing me, can we talk about how you went wild on my best friend? You're lucky she let you. I didn’t get that kind of treatment.”

I kick Mapi under the table, and she doesn’t hide her pain. I can’t believe she’s talking so openly about our relationship in front of our two girlfriends.

“Did you two date?” Aitana asks.

“Yeah, we were together, and I’m kind of annoyed to know that some people get more privileges than others!”

This time, she gets a smack on the back of the head from Ingrid.

“You're playing with fire, Girl. You’d better drop this conversation if you don’t want to sleep on the floor tonight.”

I bite my lip to suppress a smile when I see Mapi’s dismayed expression. This relationship must be quite different for her compared to her previous ones. Contrary to what I might have thought, Ingrid isn’t someone who can be easily pushed around. It’s surprising because I’ve always known Mapi as the dominant one in her relationships. That was the case with me, as she initiated everything, and I got the impression it was the same with Ana.

“Sorry, honey.”

“Hmm... Sure.”

“Hey, relax, guys,” Ale interjects. “Aren’t we here to have a good time?”

The girls across from us remain slightly tense until a waiter arrives to take our order. It’s the receptionist from this morning. He smiles at me timidly, but I don’t pay much attention.

“What are the specials again?” Ingrid asks.

“Uh, well…”

He flips through his little notebook. I deduce he’s a trainee from the way he’s handling things. He lists all the specials he’s noted down. Some of them sound pretty good.

“The first one was white wine, right?” Mapi asks.

“Yes, that’s correct,” he replies. “It’s slightly sweet, if that’s what you like.”

“Oh! That’s for us, Ona!” she exclaims, looking at me.

“Umm... Yeah.”

“That’ll be two glasses of white wine for the two of us,” Ingrid starts, pointing to Mapi and herself.

Everyone else makes their choices. The girls all opt for beers. Alexia orders the same as the girls, and then it’s our turn. I’m also tempted by the wine, but I’m not sure Lucy would appreciate me drinking alcohol.

“Scratch the glasses and bring us a bottle of white wine with five glasses,” Lucy beats me to it.

I glance at her from the corner of my eye. She smiles at me, gently stroking my hair.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Would you prefer something else?”

“Oh no, no… I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“As Alexia said, we’re here to enjoy ourselves, right?”

“You’re right... Thank you.”

She smiles before kissing me. It’s the first time she’s kissed me in front of her friends, so it throws me off a bit. When we pull apart, the waiter has disappeared, and the others have resumed their conversation. We join in until the waiter returns with our drinks. I’m so caught up in my conversation with Ale and Mapi that I don’t notice him. But then a cold liquid splashes onto my thighs, making me jump.

“Sh-shit, shit, shit!” the waiter mutters under his breath. “I’m so sorry! It was an accident!”

“Damn it…” I sigh, standing up.

Drops are dripping onto the floor; I’m that soaked. He spilled the entire bottle on me. I’m going to smell like wine all evening because of him. Luckily, I’m not wearing anything white. Another waiter who saw the scene quickly comes over to scold the trainee, who starts to panic.

“I’m sorry, I’ll help you,” he says, stepping forward.

“I’ll take care of it,” Lucy intervenes, gently pushing him away.

I give him a sympathetic smile to reassure the trainee a little after my girlfriend’s attitude. On the other hand, I’m relieved that Lucy stepped in. It’s not like I would have been comfortable with strangers touching me. He takes a few steps back with a crestfallen look while Lucy wipes my pants with napkins.

“Please excuse him, miss. He’s new, still in training. He’ll be severely punished, I assure you.”

“It was an accident; it happens,” I say to lighten the mood.

I lower my eyes to Lucy, who sighs. Our eyes lock immediately. For a moment, I fear that grumpy Lucy is back. I run my hand through her hair at the nape of her neck to relax her. Her muscles do indeed loosen under my hand.

“You need to change. Otherwise, you’ll reek of alcohol all night.”

“Okay, I’ll go up.”

“Can we at least get the cost of a dry cleaning for her clothes?” she asks the waiter.

“Of course, and we’ll bring you a new bottle and offer a second one as compensation.”

“Good. So I suppose this young man won’t need to be fired if that’s what you were planning.”

The waiter simply nods in response to Lucy’s request. I don’t know much about the restaurant or hotel industry, but when something like this happens in movies, it’s usually the punishment that’s expected for the person. So I’m glad my girlfriend took the initiative and saved him from that. I wouldn’t have wished it on him.

“Alright,” she sighs. “Let’s go up.”

I take her hand that she offers and let her lead us out of the restaurant before she changes her mind. We head back to our room. I didn’t expect her to accompany me, but it’s nice of her. The first thing I do when the door shuts is kiss her. She growls, gently pushing me away.

“Take off your clothes before you jump on me.”

“I won’t comment on that innuendo.”

“It’s not my fault you have a dirty mind,” she challenges with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure,” I giggle, unbuttoning my jeans.

I sit down to remove them along with my shoes. I also take off Lucy’s cardigan, which got splashed.

“Can I jump on you now?”

She laughs, leaning in to kiss me again.

“You’re a hopeless case, Miss Batlle.”

“And you’re one to talk? I saw the way you looked at the waiter as we were leaving.”

“He deserved it,” she defends herself. “It’s the least after what he did to you.”

“He’s probably traumatized, poor guy.”

“Whatever. I saved his job, didn’t I? Now, hurry up and change so we can go back down.”

“Hmm... You know you don’t have to worry about him, right?” I ask as I head to our closet.

“Of course. Stop thinking I’m jealous of everyone,” she rolls her eyes, making me giggle.

I put on a new pair of jeans and end up changing into a warmer sweater to replace Lucy’s cardigan. When I’m done, I turn to see Lucy waiting for me on the bed, head tilted. She’s irresistible the way she looks at me. I’m really glad that almost all the scars Korbin gave me have disappeared. I can finally feel at least a little bit pretty for her. I join her to put on my shoes.

“Sorry about your cardigan.”

“There’s no need to apologize. We’ll just send everything to the dry cleaners.”

“Yeah. I didn’t know you were such a good negotiator.”

“Now you know,” she smiles. “Let’s head back down.”

I steal a kiss from her before we return to the restaurant. Everything has been cleaned up, and the bottles have been brought out for the girls’ enjoyment. The evening continues as usual until a discreet throat-clearing interrupts us. We all turn towards the receptionist, who looks like he’s in a state of panic.

“I-I wanted to apologize,” he starts, staring at his feet. “Th-that accident shouldn’t have happened… I didn’t mean to offend you or do my job poorly. I was clumsy a-and…”

The poor guy is scared to death. I imagine it’s his boss who sent him over.

“I-I also wanted to thank you for saving my job…”

“There’s no problem,” I reassure him warmly. “It’s already ancient history.”

“We’ll have the clothes returned to you tomorrow morning,” Lucy tells him.

“No, don’t worry about it. The housekeeper will take care of it when she cleans your room tomorrow morning. They’ve already been informed.”

He seems to relax since Lucy spoke. A friendly exchange takes place between them. He then leaves with a small smile on his face. That conversation must have reassured him. Our first evening resumes when a new waiter comes over to take our orders. I get the feeling we’ve become some sort of VIPs.

We were quickly served, and they offered us the aperitif. Conversations resumed about the activities we could do during our stay. I can tell we're going to have an amazing time with everything there is to do here. I plan to make the most of it, especially since this is our first vacation together with Lucy.

[brbzonedout]

-Late Night Walks

Pairing: E!42 Miles Morales x Reader

Warnings: None…

“So you couldn’t sleep? and you walked here by yourself at two in the morning…and your mom doesn’t know you’re gone?”

Miles sat on your window sill and removed his sneakers before he jumped off as quietly as possible.

“Yeah that’s about right-“

You shook your head and cracked a smile moving his shoes to sit in your closet. If you hadn’t known any better you’d think he had some kind of ulterior motive but no, that’s just Miles.

“You’re gonna get us both in trouble, then our parents are gonna work together to cover up the murder…”

“Damn, no hi? No, oh my god i’m so happy to see you?” he said at a whisper.

The boy shrugged off his jacket revealing his blue flannel pajamas pants and a regular plain grey tee shirt, after he tossed it into your closet he crawled into the bed and wrapped himself in your soft fluffy comforter.

“What if I didn’t want you in here?” you questioned sarcastically.

You crawled in with him and wrapped your arms around his torso burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“Oh yeah?” he sat up slowly wanting to see your reaction. “I can dip back out if you want me to-“

“No no no no..stay,” you pushed him back down with the weight you were holding back before.

“That’s what I thought”. Miles remarked.

A comfortable silence over took the room as the two of you got in the comfortable enough position to lay in. During the period of silence Miles somehow managed to maneuver himself onto of you wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his head next to yours. As you inhaled, the smell of hair grease and whatever brand of lotion he used before coming over caught your nose, he must have been planning on coming over instead of a spontaneous visit.

A few days before, Miles told you how his mom had been taking later shifts at the hospital. He didn’t tell you but knowing Miles you knew this worried him. He knows what goes on at night in the city so it scared him to think that his mom was outside alone.

“You ok?” You asked sliding your hand under the back of his shirt to draw random shapes.

The boy nodded slightly brushing your neck with his nose. “I’m good, tired though”.

Suddenly you got an idea.

“Oh so you just gonna come in here wake me up and fall asleep on me?!” You asked slowly sitting up.

Miles huffed and sat up along with you, rubbing at his dreary eyes. “I couldn’t sleep in my bed”. He shrugged with a shy smile.

You snort out a laugh and stand up, walking over to your closet to retrieve a small cardboard box in the back. “Well i can’t sleep period..let’s go patrol. It’s the weekend we can sleep in”.

He blinked up at you with a confused expression.

“Ain’t you the one who questioned me for coming over at 2:00 am now it’s…” Miles squinted trying to focus his vision on the alarm clock sat on your bed side table bit without his glasses it was no use.

“20 minutes to 3, Velma…”.

“Velma..” He repeated with a low giggle. “If we goin’ outside i need my suit”.

You shook your head no, hair shaking lightly from side to side. “We’ll just walk..if you’re as tired as you say you are i don’t need you falling from buildings”.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows, slightly worried about going out with you with nothing to defend yourselves. “But what if-“

“I’m bringing my web shooters..” Said as you gesture to them. “If anything pops off we’ll be fine. I promise…I do this all the time”, You assure.

After your finished getting ready to go you walk over and pull Miles up by his hands. “Now come on! Before the sun comes up”.

The boy stood up with your help lazily gathering his things to go outside. After he finished getting ready the two of you walked over to the window.

“Maybe we can go to the corner store? You know past the hospital”. You said carefully climbing out onto the fire escape trying you best not to hit the metal.

Miles reveals a small smile and nods. “Yeah that’s cool..” Said as he followed behind you. “….so are we gon talk about how you go outside at all hours of the night alone…frequently?”

“Last one down the stairs has to carry the bags back!” You said rushing down in order to avoid his questions.

Miles laughed a little louder than before given the freedom after leaving the quiet apartment. “Like it won’t be me regardless”.

[17caratssi]

My darling, honey pt 2 ; Jeon Wonwoo

part 1 is here!

You had been married to your teenage crush for three years and it was a wondrous journey added to the fact you just learned that you'd swallowed a watermelon seed.

Wonwoo was still working his ass off during the weekend and after he returned, you began preparing some light breakfast for him.

While he waited at the suffice dining table and stared at your back, he repeatedly expressed his regret as he was unable to spend the weekend together.

"It's fine. We have a lot of time together, don't dwell on it," you reassured albeit knowing he won't feel any better. Wonwoo became one with the silence and you were already used to it. He never spoke unless it was about you or something you asked for his opinion.

You finished with the cooking and he did the plating. Last night, he worked for only four hours but since he was called in the dawn, he felt sleepy quite a bit and you were the opposite.

As you both were eating, he looked at you oddly. You ceased to stop and raised an eyebrow, indicating your curiosity. "Are you done? Just leave the plate and go resume your sleep,"

Wonwoo shook his head and held your hand. Perhaps his palm was radiating so much warmth, you leaned forward in the coziness. "Hun, do you have something to tell me?" you asked.

Presented with ambivalence, Wonwoo took a minute to reply. He thought deeply before saying, "Don't you think I've been resting a lot these days?"

You could tell he was dourly asking. You have read it somewhere that if the husband loves his wife so dearly, he will experience early pregnancy fatigue rather than the wife. Thinking about how it related to his situation, you grinned.

Wonwoo smiled as if he was entranced by your reaction. He gave a gentle rub on your cheek and patted the back of your hand. He then told you to go upstairs and rest as he helped with the dishes.

You didn't refuse and went as he directed. There was nothing in your brain than the thought of how you should tell Wonwoo about your pregnancy.

While you pondered, he already completed the chore and got himself ready for the shower. Wonwoo looked bushed and you pitied him. After he came out from the wet, you beckoned him to the bed. Since he had changed his clothes inside, he didn't waste any time and ambled to you.

"I have something to tell you,"

Wonwoo hauled your whole body and answered. "Yes?" he was feeling cold and decreased the gap between your bodies. Seeing how comfy he appeared, on impulse, you straddled him and laid on top.

He took a different hint and whispered. "You want it?" Wonwoo asked with apparent lust. You let his hands explore your back but when he was getting dangerously near to your sensitive area, you grabbed his wrist and put a halt to it.

"We can't. Someone will see," you said. Attentively, Wonwoo kissed your neck and mumbled. "The outside? I'll draw the curtain," he sounded titillated and you honestly underestimated your own self-control. It was such a turn-on to see him inflamed but your conscience rushed in.

"No. Not outside but here," you brought his hand to your belly and reposed. Wonwoo didn't quite catch the periphrastic way you were telling but once he realized, the sparkling bright eyes shone even more brilliantly.

"Is it what I think it is?" he asked softly, almost audible. His palm smoothed around your belly and he looked at it. Wonwoo didn't need to ask twice as you clarified his question in a single nod.

You and Wonwoo had waited for 3 years and were confronted with many thrown doubts regarding your fertility. It wasn't something anyone can forget and take it lightly and so you began seeing specialists every few months to check on your body.

At first, Wonwoo did argue with you about it and at one point, you gave him a cold shoulder for a week. He wasn't easy to be persuaded but one day, he followed you for your regular check-up. On the way back, you requested to ride the bus instead. You two came by taxi and Wonwoo has no problem granting your wish.

After you picked your seat, Wonwoo got to his and sat quietly. You were having mixed feelings about today and leaned against your husband. "Are you alright?"

Wonwoo's response was fast but did not answer the question. He kissed your temple and said. "Let me know if you're going to your appointment next time. We'll go together," his mellow voice sang sorrow. You looked up to see his face and there hidden a hint of sadness in his beautiful eyes.

The journey home was blue that day, he knew his love for you was deep but not as much as the worries within.

Wonwoo was used to your prank and all but this news would never be one of them. After many attempts and tears, you two were gifted with a sunny revelation. He let out a light-hearted laugh and announced. "You're pregnant,"

"Y/N, you're pregnant!"

Wonwoo continued to have couvade episodes until the second trimester came by. Your belly swelled later than most women you knew. They told you it was normal for your bump to be small and even your husband assured you there was nothing to fret about.

Once it got bigger, you felt shy to stand bare naked in front of Wonwoo. You even made a fuss when he wanted to shower with you. "No, it's ugly. You will hate it,"

You only earned his grimace and a company for the bath. Wonwoo hissed as he smeared the shower gel over your body. His dissatisfaction was then voiced out, "How can you say this hideous? I'm the hideous one,"

You glared at him and covered his mouth. "Don't say that. It'll make it sound like I don't have a taste for marrying an ugly man," and that had Wonwoo cracked, you followed suit.

Out of blue, you felt something poking behind you. You flicked his head and pinched his waist. Flustered, you sheepishly exposed him. "Why are you getting hard?"

"Ignore that. You're just too sexy and I'm a pervert,"

"Yeah, a pervert," you chuckled with your hands fondling him already.

You and Wonwoo didn't have extensive exercise the whole pregnancy, fear if you'll get hurt. However, one night, you woke him up wanting to do it. He did it so gently that you squirmed around and begged him.

"Go harder.."

"No, honey. You're near due,"

Wonwoo had a hard time practicing abstinence in your later weeks. He hadn't done it for almost a month and he thank God for not testing him too much. Seeing how seductive you acted that night, he went out of his principle and pleased you.

He was feeling bliss all over but you were his priority. He felt the familiar sensation inside you and he smiled. "Come for me," he knew it won't take him long to bring you an orgasm. He kissed your neck and thrust a few times more before he had you ended.

Panting, you loosened your arms around his torso and asked. "Did you come? Don't lie to me,"

Wonwoo was about to tell a lie when you added. He didn't dare to ejaculate inside after he learned that semen can cause contractions. He then flashed an apologetic smile at you. "I can use my hand,"

Wonwoo never used his hands and you've long known. That hurt your heart even more. You pushed him off and got up to wash.

Whether you were pregnant or not, Wonwoo wasn't close to tranquil if you were in the bathroom for a long period. He knocked on the door for the third time and asked if you needed any help but you chose to not answer.

After a while, you finished and silently left the bathroom. The sky was still dark and your husband wasn't in the bed. "Wonwoo?" you called him, slow-voiced.

Where did he go? Is he mad when I threw tantrum just now? You felt conflicted. He rarely let you sleep alone when he's home and now he did. Rather than furious, you wanted to see him.

But even after the nth time of calling him from the room, he still didn't reply. The after-sex effect kicked in and you began to yawn. No sign of Wonwoo getting into bed and you retired soon.

As soon as you hit the pillow, you couldn't open your eyes anymore. Having no desire to resist the sleepiness, you fell asleep and Wonwoo returned home to a sleeping wife.

He put the bag of condoms in the cabinet and properly snuggled against you on the bed. He had taken a shower downstairs before going out but he was afraid you'd wake up to his smell. It happened before and you had him slept on the floor the entire week.

Wonwoo stared at you as you fell deeper into slumber and fixed your position. Your round belly looked adorable and he recalled the moments when you cried because your swollen feet hurt.

He had hurried home that evening and massaged your legs with his uniform on. "Hubby," you sniffed, wanting his attention.

"Yes?"

Your face poker and you stayed silent for a good five minutes until you broke out of character. "I love you," you confessed out of nowhere.

With your nose running with a snort, Wonwoo laughed and hugged you. "Honey, if you keep being like this, I don't know how to survive,"

Wonwoo had lost count of how many times had he rushed home because you called him crying. He was always worried even though he may have an idea of what was happening.

Little things that you do to gain his attention basked him in elation. His love for you has grown impassioned and somehow anticipates the baby to come into this world of his and yours.

Before it reached dawn, Wonwoo was first to feel the wet bed and woke up. In a daze, he didn't quickly stir you but rather checked the ceiling.

However, it was your moaning had his head turned to you, full attention. "The baby- I think the baby's coming," you winced as you spoke. He can tell from your labored breathing that it must hurt.

Fortunately, you had been reminding him to get the maternity bag ready in his car. You were around his arms as he carried your weight to the car and placed you gently in the backseat.

As he drove to the emergency department, you told him you can bear the pain but he wasn't buying. Wonwoo got out and called for a team to attend to you. They instantly brought all the necessary equipment to the vehicle and performed the procedure.

Wonwoo was guided to the registration counter and while you were pushed into the waiting hall, the only thing that kept you conscious at the moment was his arrival.

You wanted him to be by your side so badly and if you suddenly had an emergency labor without him, you honestly would cry.

Perhaps, the baby wished to see his parents immediately, you were out into labor just several hours after that, and Wonwoo was permitted into the room.

The entire process was both scary and exciting for you. On one hand, you fret if you are drained out of energy while pushing the baby out but on the other, your husband was very collected about the whole situation.

"Honey, we can see the head already. Just a little push and we're going to meet our child,"

"I know you can. Grip my hand tighter as you push,"

You didn't know what was along his sentence that moved you but tears ran down your face and you made your last exertion in his presence.

The loud wailing was an end to your suffering. Wonwoo stayed with you and only when the midwives called to cut the umbilical cord he came about.

Days after you had the little one downright changed but Wonwoo never stopped giving his unreserved attention to both of you. He would promptly take care of the child in the middle of the night since you'd had it in the morning when he was out to work.

It was a challenging period as it was Wonwoo's first experience as a father. He took a lot of advice from his parents and other people and in the blink of an eye, the child is now two years old.

At first, many said that the baby took your features but he seemed to be the carbon copy of his father. His first word was 'mummy' but all he called now was 'daddy'.

"Daddy, pick me,"

"Daddy, toys,"

Daddy here, daddy there. You couldn't help but feel bitter inside. You and Wonwoo did spend equal time with your son but his blatant preference made you green. But maybe part of him inherited from how clingy you were to your husband. “He’s just like you, Y/N,”

He gifted a peck on your jaw and smiled softly. Suddenly, a voice from the little one chimed in. “Mummy, no!” and cause a rupture of laughter from the adults. You teased him by giving his favorite person more kisses. “Daddy’s mine,”

Wonwoo will never have this memory faded. He’s glad that you confessed to him that day.

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[jhypeach]

After Midnight [2:00 am]

pairing: mark lee x fem reader warnings: clit play, shower sex, smut smut word count: 1k+ an: the aftermath of mark lee appearing on the live just wearing a robe and the members saw his underwear. i feel ill 😵‍💫

It was almost midnight, and Mark hadn't returned to your hotel room yet. He asked me to accompany him from their America leg until today's one-day concert show in Singapore. There is little to do when I go over the world with him and the members. We can only be our usual selves sometimes when fans aren't around since our relationship isn't publicly announced. So, I spent 80% of my stay in every country in the hotel room, and the remaining 20% was in their makeup room, talking and getting nervous with the members.

Since it's almost 12 and Mark isn't here yet, I decided to take a bath already and prepare for bed. However, it was a real struggle for me with an injured hand. I accidentally sprained my wrist earlier, moving the suitcase around. Mark wasn't there to help me since they immediately started their stage rehearsal a few hours after we landed. But the moment he knew bout my sprained wrist, he kept asking about my condition, and I didn't want to concern him when I was totally fine and he was about to perform. So instead of being backstage which I usually do at every concert, I insist that I just stay in our room.

I was putting shampoo on my hair and getting annoyed that I couldn't properly wash myself. Few minutes of irritation, I heard faint steps outside the bathroom. "Babe? Y/n" I heard Mark looking for me. "In the bathroom, I replied." I didn't hear any response after. I contemplated if I should ask him for help. He's probably already sleeping since he was tired from the whole concert. I sneaked out of the bathroom to check if he was asleep already. I saw him sitting on the couch, waiting for me. "Why are your clothes soaking wet?" he asked. I scratched the back of my head, "I need help. I can't wash my hair properly."

He followed me inside the bathroom, "Babe, I think you need to take your shirt off," he said as he stood near the sink, "No, It's fine. I-I just asked you to help me with my hair so-", I was cut off when he walked closer to me leaned forward towards my ears "Is it because you're thinking of something else?" he asked. I was taken aback; I had swallowed my saliva when I felt his breath lick my neck and jaw. "How about we wash up together, then I'll clean you after?" He suggested pushing me inside the shower room, "No! I-I just… I just need to help wash-ing my *gulp* hair," I stuttered at how close he was. I don't know why I am getting nervous. Sex isn't something new to us. But having sex overseas is.

"Oh really? But look at that" he looked at the shower niche with a messy shampoo and body wash bottle. I sighed, clearly defeated and can't get my way out. He held my injured wrist; it made me look at him. Great! He's already half-naked in front of me. "Don't worry, I'll be careful," he said softly, massaging my wrist.

My back faces him as he rubs my shoulder blades with loofa. I flinched when I felt him rubbing near my breast. I could actually feel myself drip down there. "Is this making you excited?" he teased me. And I hate it whenever he does. "Perhaps you like to do it in the shower," that's it. I do not plan on getting laid in Singapore tonight, and he better behave. "Okay, get it out. We will never finish if we do this," I said and faced him. I tried to push him out, but he held my injured wrist and pinned it on the wall, "I said I'll help you. So, you're not gonna push me until your wrist heals" I felt his hands in my entrance, drawing circles. "So let me help you down here too."

He played with my clit, pinching, circling his fingers around it, teasing my entrance. I moved my hips in an attempt to grind it. This was driving me crazy. With my injured hand pinned and my free hand holding his nape for support. "How does it feel," he asked me. The bubbles from the body wash all over my body aren't helping as it tickles me, and my whole body is so sensitive, with Mark teasing my entrance. A whimper, "Fughck!" was just all I said. He removed his hand from my entrance, yanked my left leg on his arm, and swiftly held my hips. He entered me with a warning.

Keeping myself in balance is a real struggle standing on one foot and with my arm pinned on the wall. Plus, Mark is thrusting so rough and fast in me. Showers dripping, wet squelching, moans, and whimpers were the music for our night. "Ah! Ah!" I bit my lower lip to suppress some moans and clenched around his shaft while Mark nibbled my jaw down to my neck and collarbone. "Im close," I said as he licked my collarbone to my neck, "Not yet," he said and turned me, pining my chest on the wall. He pulled my waist closer and higher, making me arch my back. He entered me again without warning. "fuck!" he cussed, "fucking tight ever."

We ended up having more than 3 rounds inside the shower and about 2 in the sink when he finally freed me. I was already brushing my hair when I heard knocks on our hotel room door. I peeked out the peephole and saw the 5 boys, I opened the door for them, and they immediately filled our room with noise.

“Noona, where’s Mark hyung?” Jisung asked me, "Oh, in the shower," I replied. Haechan immediately banged the bathroom door, "Hyung, hurry up, we have to do live." "Is your wrist fine now?" Renjun asked me while others lay on our bed while they waited for Mark, "Yeah, the swelling has subsided already." A few seconds after, Mark came out of the bathroom just wearing a robe, "Let's go," he said and sat beside Renjun. "At least wear something?" I told him, "I'm wearing briefs inside. Don't worry". The members looked at him, and some nagged while Haechan and Jeno laughed. "Let him be. I'll start the live now. Just don't stand up, hyung, because we can see your purple underwear. And cover your neck properly. We can see scratches."

[mymindcreatedthis]

7 minutes of Heaven

Danielle Van de Donk x Reader

Word count: 2,388

Summery: some of the girls get together and decide to play 7 minutes of heaven. Except it has a twist, A person has to draw two names from a red solo cup. Once the 2 names are drawn, those 2 people do 7 minutes of heaven and it has to be sexual.

Warning: smut, Masterbation, cumshot, blowjob, facial, dirty talk, handjob

*Y/n's pov*

We just finished up a game against Brazil. We just got back to the hotel everyone goes to their rooms to get cleaned up. Me and Danielle go up to our room, the group decided to do game night tonight in mine and Dans room.

"I'm gonna shower." Danielle says.

I nod, I take off my shoes and plop down onto my bed. I then on the tv and watch a random show. I grab my phone and start messing around on my phone as the tv plays in the background.

I was scrolling through Reddit. I find a picture of Danielle on Reddit it was of her in her bikini and her bending over to grab something.

I bite my lip, Danielle had a really fat ass. I grab my crotch and adjust my shorts as I get hard. I was getting rock hard from looking at the picture.

I hear the shower turn off. After 10 minutes the door to the bathroom opens and Danielle comes out.

"Showers all yours." Danielle says.

I nod, I grab new clothes and go to the bathroom quickly hoping Dan doesn't see my boner.

I go into the bathroom and close the door and lock it. Danielle probably saw my boner. I blush darkly in embarrassment, I get undressed and start the shower.

I look down and notice that I'm still hard. I turn off the shower I grab my phone and bring it into the shower, I find the picture I found of Danielle and pull it up.

I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly stroke my dick. I moan quietly and stroke my dick a bit faster, I close my eyes and I can see Danielle in front of me.

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Danielle was bending over in front of me. She was grabbing a tennis ball that she randomly found while walking on the beach.

I smirk and walk over to her. I start touching and squeezing her ass. Danielle laughs a bit and moans.

"Mmmm." Danielle moans.

I pull the bottoms of her bikini down. I kneel down and kiss her ass Dan bites her lips, she grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them giving me full access to her pussy and ass.

I get back up. I grab her hand and lead her off to a private wood section on the beach with trees and bushes.

I make her lean up against the tree. I pull my swim trunks down, my massive 12 inch boner springs out and at attention.

I rub my dick through her soaking folds. Dan gaps and moans as I do this.

"Y-You have a d-dick?" She asks.

"Mhm I do. You like that?" I reply.

"Mm I love it. You're really deep in there." Dan moans.

"Good." I smirk.

I grab her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her. Dan moans and grabs onto the tree as I fuck her tight wet pussy from behind.

"Mmm faster." Dan moans.

I grip her hips a bit tighter as I thrust into her pussy faster and harder. We both moan in pleasure my balls slapping against her skin.

"Fuck... Fuck...Fuck." Dan squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan in pleasure as I keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Dan baby I'm close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Me too daddy." Dan moans.

She squirts I feel her juices all over my thighs and abs. I moan, I dig my nails into her ass.

I thrust into her ass faster and harder. Dan boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her brains out.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Dan baby I'm gonna I'm gonna." I'm unable to warn her in time. Danny cums all over my dick, this sends me over the edge and makes me cum deep inside her, I moan as I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy.

Dan and I both moan as I pump her full with my seed.

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I moan quietly as I cum. Thick ropes of sticky cum shoot onto the shower wall and onto the floor, cum oozes out of my dick and oozes down my fingers.

"Mmm fuck." I moan quietly as I stroke my dick coming down from my high. Once I come down from my high I set my phone on the counter top outside and start the shower.

I get washed up. I clean my hair and body and rinse my hair and body. I turn the shower off. I get dried off and get dressed. I grab my phone and come back into the room.

I join Danielle on her bed. I sigh and look at my phone. Dan giggles.

"What's wrong Y/n?" Dan asks.

"Do we have to do game night tonight? I'm really tired from the game and just wanna sleep." I say quietly.

I lay my head on the pillow and look at Dan. Dan also has her head on a pillow and is looking back at me. We lay there in silence quietly looking at each other.

We smile and look at each others lips. I look at Dan, I move a bit closer. Danielle also moves closer. I lean in and so does Danielle, I kiss her deeply. Dan is shocked at first but then melts into the kiss and makes out with me.

I scoot close not breaking the kiss. Dan pulls me on top of her as we continue to make out with each other.

We are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Oi! Let's go love birds, dinner time." Jordan Nobbs says.

We break from the kiss and sigh. "Of course always gotta cock block someone." I groan in annoyance.

Dan giggles and peck my lips. "Come on Love let's go eat dinner."

Dan stops talking and looks down at my bulge. I look down and blush darkly as I notice my boner.

"I-is that a b-boner?" Dan asks shocked.

I rub the neck of my neck. "Y-Yes." I answer nervously.

Dan bites her lip. "No need to be embarrassed it happens to the best of us. Hehe might wanna run one out before dinner time." Dan teases.

Dan grabs her things and leaves the room and goes down to the cafeteria. I groan in annoyance and quickly rub one out.

I grab my things and join the girls at dinner. I grab food and join Danelle, Lucy, Kiera, Leah, Rachel and Jordan at a table.

The girls smile and greet me. I smile and greet them back. "So what is the plan for game night tonight?" Dan asks.

The girls all look at each other and smirk. "7 Minutes of Heaven." Leah replies.

Me and Dan groan in annoyance. The girls laugh at our reaction.

"Everyone will be playing." Lucy says.

I nod, Dan stays quiet and continues to eat her food. We finish eating dinner and go back up to mine and Dan's room.

Jessie and Steph decide to join us. The rest of the girls go back to their rooms.

"Let's get started, we're gonna spice things up a bit. Someone will draw two names from this red solo cup and the two people who gets their names drawn go into the bathroom and do 7 minutes of Heaven." Leah says explaining the game.

I nod. "I'll get us Started." I reach into the cup and draw two names. "Leah and Lucy." I say reading the two names.

They both get up and go into the bathroom. They close the door behind them and lock the door.

I grab my phone and start the timer for 7 minutes. We can hear movement and the we hear moans coming from the bathroom.

I raise my eye brows, I smirk and look at Danielle. She smiles and shakes her head blushing darkly. The timer goes off, i turn off the timer and get up and knock on the door.

"Times up." I say.

The door unlocks and opens. Both Lucy and Leah come out, Lucy was blushing darkly and had a hicky on her neck she was putting her shirt back on. Leah was blushing darkly, she had a wet stain on her panties and was putting her shorts back on she also had hickys on her neck.

I smirk at them. They look away and blush darkly in embarrassment. Lucy reaches into the cup and pulls out two names.

"Rachel and Jordan." Lucy smirks reading the two names.

Rachel and Jordan get up and go into the bathroom. They close the door and lock it, I start the timer again.

I look over at Dan, She had a good looking ass. Her boobs were good looking too. I bite my lip as I stare at her thighs and legs.

She's pretty built too, I grab my crotch and adjust my shorts as I feel myself getting hard. I get up and sit on my bed away from everyone else. I fiddle around on my phone.

I check the timer, I get up and start walking towards the door. As I get closer to the door I hear moaning.

"F-Fuck Jordan, right there I'm close." Rachel moans loudly.

I laugh and so do the girls. The timer goes off, I turn it off and knock on the door.

"Times up." I say.

The door unlocks and opens. Jordan wipes Rachel's juices and cum off her face with her hand. Rachel blushes darkly and puts her shorts back on.

Rachel and Jordan go sit back down. Jordan reaches into the cup and pulls out two names. She looks at me and smirks.

"Y/n and Dan." Jordan says.

Me and Dan get up and go into the bathroom. We close the door and lock it, Dan looks down and smirks.

I get confused and look down and notice my boner. I blush darkly in embarrassment.

"Need help with that?" Dan asks seductively.

I blush darkly and nod. Dan takes off her shirt and bra and gets on her knees. I get the hint, I take off my shorts and boxers. Once my boxers are off my boner springs out and at attention.

Dan slowly strokes my dick. Once I'm hard Dan takes my dick in her mouth. Dan slowly bobs her head, I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

I moan and close my eyes. Dan hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

Dan strokes the base of my dick and continues to bob her head faster.

I moan in pleasure as Dan strokes my dick a bit faster and continues to give me head. Dan keeps going, after 3 more minutes of an amazing blow job I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Dan.... baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Dan hums against my dick and strokes my dick faster, she takes my dick out of her mouth.

Dan continues to stroke my dick. "Cum baby, bust your load all over my tits and face." Dan says seductively as she gives me sloppy hand job.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard.

Facial:

Dan strokes my dick faster and faster, I can't take it anymore. I cum and shoot ropes of thick sticky cum all over Dans boobs, face, chin, forehead, nose and cheeks, some of it goes on her eyes.

"Mmmm hehe so much cum. Let's see if you got anymore." Dan says seductively.

Dan takes my dick back in her mouth and bobs her head at a slow and steady pace. I moan in pleasure, I grab her head.

"Mmm faster baby faster." I moan.

I grab her head and help her bob her head faster. Dan chokes and gags as she deep throats my dick. Spit and cum drips from her mouth and onto her boobs. Dan wraps her arms around the back of my legs and bobs her head faster.

"Mmm fuck, right there Dan." I moan loudly in pleasure.

I moan and help her bob her head faster and faster. Dan continues to suck the soul out of my dick. Dan reaches down and plays with my balls as I continue to throat fuck her.

"Guck Guck Guck." Dan continues to choke and gag on my dick. I moan and help her bob her head faster, I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Gah so good I'm gonna cum again." I moan in pleasure.

Spit and slobber continues to drop from her mouth and drips down her tits. I moan and make her bob her head faster. I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

I quickly take my dick out of her mouth. Dan chokes and gags trying to catch her breath. I moan and stroke my dick fast.

Facial #2:

I stroke my dick faster and faster. Dan catches her breathe and smirks and watches me stroke my dick.

"Give it to me baby. Cum on my tits, bust your load all over my tits and face." Dan says seductively.

Her dirty talk sends me over the edge. I moan and cum, I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum all over her tits and all over her face, forehead, cheeks, nose, chin and some coats her eyes.

Dan giggles. "'Mm so much cum."

I moan as I come down from my high. Shooting the last of my cum all over her tits and face.

"Mmm fuck that was amazing." I moan.

I grab my shirt, I wipe my cum off her face and help Dan get cleaned up, we get dressed there's a knock on the door.

"Times up love birds." Leah says.

Me and Dan both giggle. Dan kisses me deeply, I'm shocked at first but melt into the kiss. Dan breaks the kiss's she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Wanna have some fun after the girls leave?" Dan asks me.

I smile and nod. "Mmm yes please." I smile, we kiss again.

We open the door and join the girls again and continue plating the game.

[callalillywrites]

Their Sweet Omega 3

Part 2 / Part 4 / Series Masterlist

This picks up right where Part 2 ends. I can't believe we're almost through with the main story. I'm a little sad. Good thing I have a growing list of one-shot slice-of-life fics I'm going to add as soon as I can for these three. They really do own my heart right now.

Relationship: Alpha!Jake Jensen / Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers / Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1600

Summary: Omega spends some quality time with Jake and Steve, including their first sleepover together.

Warnings: nothing too drastic, still soft Jake, some insecurity on Steve's part, mostly fluff

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Jake can’t remember the last time he had so much fun, and he’s not about ready to see it end when he and Omega set their consoles down. He’s determined to do everything to draw it out to keep her in their company a little while longer. It helps that this is the most peaceful he’s seen Steve sleep after an asthma attack in forever.

“Hungry?”

She nods.

He stops her from getting up, not wanting Steve to wake. Hurrying towards the kitchen, he pulls the soup she’d made from the fridge and places it in a saucepan to reheat it properly. While it reaches a boil, he pulls out the griddle pan he bought ages ago, then retrieves the makings for some grilled cheeses.

While he works in the kitchen, Omega resumes her gentle ministrations through Steve’s hair, slowly stirring him awake. She’s aided by the delicious smells coming from the kitchen as his stomach grumbles from lack of food.

“I didn’t dream you,” he mumbles happily, rubbing at his eyes as he tries to shake the sleep from his system.

Omega grins down at him. “No, you didn’t dream me. Feeling any better?”

Steve turns his head so he can nuzzle against her stomach, his arms tightening their hold around her. “Much better with you here.”

The deep shadows under his eyes seem to have lessened when she manages to sneak a peek at them. He certainly seems a bit stronger with how tight his grip is around her waist, not willing to let her move for the time being. It’s a good thing she’s happy where she is.

When Jake reappears with their food on a tray, his face splits into a grin as well, seeing Steve’s eyes open and a bit more alert than they’d been earlier that day. “Hey, sleepyhead. Food’s ready. Think you can sit up and eat some?”

Steve immediately shakes his head. “Too comfy.”

Omega bites back a giggle at his antics, a little surprised but no less pleased by this side of Steve who’s usually far more reserved than Jake.

The perfect compromise comes in her ripping off small bites of the sandwiches Jake made and feeding them to Steve where he continues to rest in his original position. It’s only when Jake insists Steve have a few bites of the soup Omega made that Steve finally pushes to a sitting position, uncaring of the creases along his cheeks from his hours-long nap.

Both spend a few minutes praising her for her culinary talents though Steve doesn’t quite finish off his bowl like Jake does. He’s already ready to go back to sleep by the time Jake retrieves all the dishes and returns them to the kitchen for cleaning. He happily dives back into Omega’s embrace when she pats her lap. He’s dozing again by the time Jake returns.

When he does, Omega offers up the idea of a movie while Steve gets a bit more shuteye. She’s not any readier to end the night, either. She’s enjoying this quiet time with them.

Jake soon digs through the small collection she’s brought with them and settles on one of his favorites from the pile, loving the fact she has similar tastes to him and Steve in movies, too. He pops it into the player and asks if she needs anything before he hits play.

Rather than sink into the chair by the sofa, Jake shifts Steve’s legs until he has them in his lap, rubbing at Steve’s calves and hip. He reaches behind them to turn the lights off while the movie plays. Every so often, he’ll catch a whiff of Omega’s scent and find himself leaning closer to her.

Unknown to him, she’s doing her best to scoot a bit closer to him without disturbing Steve and his slumber. She’s just as enticed by his comforting scent.

They eventually meet in the middle with her head resting on his shoulder and his on top of hers. Steve hums but never actually wakes though he seems to have realized their intent and moved himself as well to accommodate them while staying put.

At one point during the movie, Jake whispers, “Stay with us tonight?”

“Okay.”

No argument. No hesitation. Just pure agreement and acceptance.

Jake releases the breath he’s holding, sinking deeper into the couch. His free arm leaves the back of the couch and wraps around her shoulders, tugging her slightly closer. He presses a kiss to her hair and tries not to purr his satisfaction. No sense in ruining the movie though it doesn’t stop a few rumbles from coming through. He just hopes that Omega doesn’t notice when they do.

She does, but she keeps that to herself, hiding her pleased smile.

When the movie comes to an end, Omega is doing her best to stifle her yawns. The day hasn’t been hard at all, but she got up earlier than usual to work on a large order. It’s beginning to take a toll on her.

Sensing her tiredness, Jake nudges Steve awake and helps him to his feet. “Come on, Bubba. Time for bed for both of you.”

“You, too,” Steve grumbles.

Jake simply shakes his head. “Me, too, Bubba. Come on. Gotta get our angel set for the night.”

Steve softly cheers at the thought of Omega staying the night with them, already asking her to sleep in the middle. “It’s not fair if I get her all to myself. Already got more cuddles than you. Fair is fair.”

Omega covers her mouth to hide her amusement at Steve’s words. It’s nice to hear how much they care about each other and by extension herself as she follows them into their bedroom.

“You sleeping in what you got on, Bubba, or you want a change of clothes?”

“Too much effort,” Steve says already leaning toward the big bed in the center of the room.

Jake stops him from getting too far. “Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t have to change, but you do need to brush your teeth. You can do that, Bubba. I know you can.”

A huff answers him, but it’s enough to satisfy Jake as he hauls Steve into the bathroom and sets up his toothbrush, leaving him temporarily on the toilet lid.

He hurries to gather up a change of clothes and a spare toothbrush for Omega, not wanting to leave Steve alone too long.

“Just let me get Steve done and then it’s all yours.”

True to his word, he has Steve out of the bathroom in a few minutes, leaving the door open for her to head in. She doesn’t hesitate when she overhears Steve asking if she’s really staying. He adds how much he really wants her to stay, not recalling what he said earlier about sharing her with Jake. The poor thing is still so exhausted, and she’s eager to give him a few more cuddles in the hopes of helping him.

Not wasting a moment, she hurries to put on the borrowed clothes and brush her teeth. She washes her face with some of the face wash she finds on the counter, removing what little makeup she has on. Satisfied with her efforts, she returns to the room to find Jake sitting on the bed’s edge.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before pushing to his feet. He slows her progress to press a kiss to her hair before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door.

Steve’s already in the bed on what must be his side based on the items she could make out on his side table. His eyes are hooded though he’s still clinging to consciousness as best he can to see her settle in the bed next to him.

A slight pout forms when he spots the clothing that she’s wearing though he does admit aloud, “Jake’s clothes look good on you. Mine are too small. I’m too small.”

“You, sweet Beta, are perfect the way you are. If I can’t wear your clothes, I’m sure we can find something I can wear to show I’m yours.”

“Are you ours?” he asks, his brows knitting while fighting off sleep.

She presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “You and Jake are mine, and I’m yours. When you’re feeling better, I’ll even prove it by letting you mark me.”

“Hm, I like the sound of that,” Steve says, scooting in close enough to nuzzle at her neck. He inhales deeply at her scent gland before allowing sleep to claim him again. His arm moves over her waist and tugs her until there’s barely an inch of space between them.

“Sleep well, Stevie. Love you, my precious Beta.”

All she hears is a soft hum in return.

She jumps when a warm body settles against her back, momentarily forgetting about Jake while watching Steve fall asleep.

“Sorry, angel. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Jake says, instantly backing away.

She grabs his arm and tugs him towards her. “You can never scare me, Alpha. I know I’m safe with you. Just got a little lost in thought, I guess.”

“Always here if you want to talk, angel, about anything.”

Jake settles along her back, his arm going around her waist while his face nuzzled along the opposite side of her neck from Steve’s current position. Like Steve, he inhales a deep whiff of her scent gland and moans his approval.

“I know,” she whispers, turning her head to meet his earnest expression. “I love you, Jake.”

The smile that blooms across his face can barely be contained as he leans forward and captures her lips in a kiss that leaves her dizzy with promise.

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Tag List: @thezombieprostitute

[robinsno1lesbian]

Payback for the one you just sent me about Robin getting pleasure from your pleasure. This is what you get😤

Studying scenario to make it a lil harder for you to concentrate BUT

just imagine you’re laying on the bed holding a book above you to read and trying to concentrate but Robin’s just lazily licking and kissing on your cunt. Her head between your thighs, eyes closed as she runs slow circles around your clit with her tongue.

She’s been in that position for at least 30 minutes now, slowly pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you without even trying or touching you elsewhere. Her own hand is in her panties rubbing herself as she continues to eat you out and get you off.

Imagine her falling asleep there after a particularly rough orgasm for both of y’all and then you wake up every time she shifts slightly because her nose nudges your sensitive clit. And then you try to make it so subtle how you rub against her nose trying to get yourself to finish again but she wakes up and smiles into you pussy before licking at you and fucking you with her tongue again

And then the cycle repeats, repeats, repeats

(SORRY BUT YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1162

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), oral, masturbation, established cnc, face riding, not proofread as always

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: get ready for a little robin spam because my inbox is FULL of robin content and today i finally have the time to write some drabbles for you (yes, i did in fact, write 2 drabbles yesterday but i technically didn't have the time to do that lmao) also @maladaptive-day-dreams your requests are just so AAAH

you open your eyes to the feeling of robin's nose nudging up against your clit. it is almost strange, really, how you can go from mindlessly fucking on your bed to falling asleep to the sound of each other's breathing peacefully. how you are comfortable enough for her to sleep with her face right in front of your pussy. you never thought this would ever happen to you, but here you are. robin's hair is spread out messily and her body heaves with every soft inhale. one of her hands is on your thigh, while the other is beneath her body from the previous actions. you chuckle to yourself. all you had planned was an afternoon of studying; you even went grocery shopping the day before to ensure that you had plenty of snacks and drinks around the house to make sure you would stay hydrated and with enough food during your study session. you had it all planned out, a perfectly timed plan that left enough free time, but also included the revising that had to be done. well, your girlfriend had other plans for you. you don't even make it through 15 minutes of reading through your books and notes spread out on your blankets before she flips you over on your back and starts kissing down your neck. the back of your head lands on all of your notes and you can make out the sound of paper crumbling beneath you. "oh don't you worry y/n, you can study" she assures when you raise your brows at the things she's doing. "but-" she cuts you off. "i just need to get a taste...can i?" you roll your eyes, but you don't actually mean it. you want her right now, as much as you hate to admit that. and maybe she's right, maybe you can actually study while she does whatever she plans on doing.

so you give robin a firm nod and she grins sheepishly before unbuttoning your shorts. "but make it quick" you remind her sharply. "we really have to study" and with that, you focus your attention back on the book and your eyes move away from robin. the last thing you see from her is the way her fingers hook around your panties before you glare at the text above you. and the next thing you do is feel her. her tongue presses against your cunt firmly and she licks through you. you nearly drop the book right on top of your face, the sensation drawing a soft moan from your lips. "oh god robin" her grin widens at your reaction and she keeps her tongue at a steady pace while she's eating you out. not too fast to make you cum yet, but just right for you to feel it in every cell of your body. she just keeps licking and sucking at all the right places. after years of experience, robin knows where to touch you to make you see stars. you tend to lose all track of time when the two of you get like this and it's no surprise when you check the clock on your bedside table and notice that 15 minutes have already passed with her tongue circling your clit. and sure, you can feel it by the way your cunt is throbbing almost painfully with anticipation of getting just a little bit more from her, but it surprises you nonetheless. "r-robin- gotta study" you mumble and squirm on the bed at another, particularly deep stroke of her tongue. "please" she rasps. "let me take care of you. you're so stressed about this exam...just relax" you could never deny yourself the pleasure you get from this. so you nod your head and she picks up her pace. you arch your back when you finally come, moaning her name against the palm you bring up over your mouth. your body finally relaxes after your orgasm has washed over you.

"so pretty when you cum like this" robin mumbles in amazement "shit, so pretty" your eyes finally dart away from the page and back at her, her head still propped between your thighs. and before you know it she goes back to kissing your cunt. if that sight isn't enough for you to moan, seeing the way she grinds down onto the matters most definitely is. robin moans softly, getting almost as much pleasure from making you feel good as you are. the grinding onto your bed just adds a little extra friction to how good this makes her feel. "touch yourself robin" you hiss. "want to cum with you" she is pleased to hear that and eager to do exactly as she is told. one of her hands disappears in her pants while the other keeps your thighs apart. unfortunately, you can't see her pretty pussy but you can hear the exact second when she pushes her fingers into herself. not just by the way her eyes roll back and her tongue stops working on you for a moment, but also by the loud squelching noise. "fuck" you moan. "fuck robin- that's oh- so fucking hot" you close your eyes, the book still lingering above you, you don't even know where your body has found the strength to keep holding it. all you can hear is her tongue fucking into you while her own fingers pump into her own, needy cunt. "y/n" she moans, mouth full of your arousal. and even after both of you have cum together, she doesn't stop. she keeps going until you can hardly keep your eyes open from the sensitivity and exhaustion these orgasms have cost you. that is the last thing you remember before your eyes open again, her nose against your clit. she must've fallen asleep with you, her breathing peacefully against your thighs, making you feel the places where your skin is covered in your slick. you wonder what would happen if she got a little bit closer, if she would press her face just a bit more into you... you involuntarily roll your hips into her face at the thought of that, causing the tip of her nose to rub over your clit just right. "fuck just like that" you breathe, more to yourself than her, before you continue. you can't even fully comprehend it, your brain still sleepy, while you chase your own orgasm on her face. robin only wakes up when you moan her name extra loud. when consciousness ripples through her, she is greeted by the wonderful image of you riding her face. you're moaning beautifully too, this time without a book covering half of your face. she smiles and your eyes meet hers. "fuck" you mutter but she shakes her head with a smile and a kiss to your clit. "what a needy girl you are" robin whispers. "didn't have enough yet?" and with that she sticks her tongue back between your folds, allowing you to ride it out however you please.

[moonlightisdancing]

Head Rush/ j.t.k

Pairing:Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2589

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI Contains: some soft jake, drinking, temperature play, oral sex (m&f receiving), praise, daddy kink, dom/sub, rough unprotected sex

It’s your 3 year anniversary. Jake decides to take you out to dinner at the restaurant you guys had your first date. You start getting ready around 5:30pm, you put on his favorite little midnight blue dress paired with black heels. He comes in to watch you finish up, placing his hand on the small of your back and rubbing soft circles. Jake notices you’re trying to finish up your makeup, so he takes the liberty in putting your necklace and earrings on for you. He reaches around you from behind and latches your “J” necklace around your neck, and pokes your diamond earrings into your ears. He places a kiss on your neck, taking in your scent.

“You smell and look amazing, baby.” He stands behind you with his chin on your head, and his hands on your hips.

“Says you,” you turn around to give him a kiss on his cheek, “I’m ready to go if you are.”

Jake nods in agreement and lets you exit the bathroom before him, tapping your ass on the way out. It was gentle, but enough for you to be excited to get him home before you even left. He gets the front door for you, quickly locking it behind himself as he exits so he can run and get the car door for you. He gets into the driver’s side, starts the car and looks over to make sure your seatbelt is on. He hands you his phone so you can put music on, even though the ride is short it was one of his love languages. The whole 15 minute ride, Jake drove with one hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth, inching under the edge of your short dress. Once you arrive at the restaurant, Jake hurries to get your door once again. You get out of the car, once you’re situated Jake lifts your chin up with his finger to give you a kiss. He reaches his arm out for you to hold onto his bicep as you guys enter the building together.

Jake made reservations early on because he wanted to make sure you guys would be able to get in.

He walks up to the counter and says “Kiszka, table for two.”

The host walks the two of you over to a corner booth in the far back of the restaurant. You notice there isn’t anyone around and the area is marked off with a velvet red rope. You grew excited with what he had planned. You two sit side by side in the corner of the booth. After sitting for only a couple of minutes, a young waitress comes over to inquire about drinks.

“Could we do a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, if you have it?” The way he spoke did something to you, and so does red wine.

“Of course! Anything else for ya? Appetizers?”

“Oh, actually,” he looks over to you, “baby, do you want the usual? Or do you want to try something new tonight?” He winked at you after he said ‘try something new tonight’ but you had a feeling he wasn’t talking about cousine.

“I’ll do the usual.” You smile at him as he reaches to hold your hand.

“Okay! I think we’re actually ready to order if that’s okay,” he looks back at the waitress and she nods politely. Jake continues “My gorgeous girl here will have the New York strip, medium, can she do the garlic mashed potatoes with no chives and the grilled green beans?” The waitress nods again as she’s writing it all down.

“And what can I get you sir?”

“I’ll also do the New York strip, medium rare, with the loaded baked potato and the grilled green beans, please.” The way he ordered was sexy, his hand gestures and manners.

The waitress makes sure that’s everything before she turns away and takes the order to the kitchen. Jake dips his hand under the table and draws little circles on your inner thigh. You can see the goosebumps rising on your arms. Just as he moves his hand up toward your center, the waitress comes back with your wine and 2 glasses. Jake thanks her and declines her offer to pour the wine. He grabs both glasses and pours one for each of you.

“3 years down, centuries to go,” he raises his glass towards you, “happy anniversary to the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, I love you.”

“Happy anniversary, my Jacob. I love you forever.” You placed your head on his shoulder with a huge grin on your face.

Jake plants a kiss on your temple, and you can see the food coming.

“Here you go,” the waitress says, placing your plate in front of you, “and here you go! Can I get you guys anything else?”

“No, thank you! I think we’re okay for now!” Jake flashes her a reassuring smile, to which she smiles back with thumbs up and heads in the other direction.

As you guys begin eating, you decide to spark up a conversation.

“So... let’s talk about the wink.” You looked at Jake for a response, but he just answered with a smirk. “What do you mean, try something new tonight?” You finished your question, him still smirking at you.

“I guess you’ll have to find out later, huh?” He liked teasing you, leaving you on edge always made everything all the better in the end.

The waitress comes over again, “How is everything you two?”

“Great! Actually, could I please get two glasses of ice water? One with lemon please?” Jake asks.

“Of course! I’ll have that right over!”

Jake said he would only have one celebratory glass of wine tonight so he could drive home, but that he would celebrate more with you afterwards. As he’s pouring you another glass of wine, the waitress comes back with the two glasses of water. You guys are about halfway through dinner now. Jake slides the lemon water to you and puts the straw in it, and you return the favor for him. Jake returns his hand to your thigh, but you feel something wet and cold, causing you to jump a little. Once you realize he has an ice cube in his hand, you settle down and allow him to do what he wants, knowing he’ll stop if you say. He drags the ice cube up your inner thigh, the goosebumps rising again. The ice cube finds its way to your clothed clit, you let out a little whimper that you try to play off as a cough.

“You okay, princess?” Jake questioned endearingly.

You look at Jake with half lidded eyes, he’s still holding the ice cube on you but not moving. You nod your head yes and he begins toying your clit with the ice cube until it melts down to nothing, allowing his calloused fingertips to brush against you. Your leg twitches and your panties become wet with more than water from an ice cube.

You lock eyes with Jake before saying, “We should go home, now.”

He waves the waitress over and asks for boxes and the bill to which she responds, “Do you want dessert tonight?”

Jake chuckles and says, “No, thank you, there’s dessert at home.” Your cheeks flash bright red like a stop sign.

A few moments later she returns with the check and boxes. You box up what’s left of dinner as fast as possible and Jake leaves $200 on the table, eager to get you home and undressed.

He follows door rituals leaving the building and getting you into the car. He hands you his phone again to put music on and makes sure you’re buckled in. As he starts driving you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He glances over wondering why your seatbelt isn’t on.

You lay across the center console and start to unzip his pants, “I’m still hungry,” you innocently respond.

He’s already rock hard beneath his briefs, you palm his cock earning you a moan.

“Is this okay?” You ask him.

“Go ahead, but be careful with yourself or you won’t be able to handle later.” He was the only one who knew what he was talking about.

You release his cock from his briefs and start kissing the tip, Jake reaches his right arm over and rubs your ass, moving your underwear to the side. You take him into your mouth and he drags his fingers through your slick. It’s moments like this you’re thankful you talked him into tinting the windows. You gently bob your head up and down his shaft, working your hand around his balls as he slips a finger past your entrance. You both let out an insync moan. Once you taste precum you shove him to the back of your throat, he adds a second finger and starts pumping in and out. He lets out a deep, gravely moan as you feel his warm release paint your throat, his fingers picking up pace until you tighten around him.

“C’mon, gorgeous, cum for me, let daddy hear you.”

You arch your back up a little and cum all over Jake’s hand, your fists white knuckling his shirt and pants. It takes you a second to sit back up and you realize you’re about to park in the driveway.

Jake situates himself before helping you out of the car and into the house. You barely let the door shut before you start to strip naked, two big glasses of wine is all it takes for you to go nonstop. You tug away at Jake’s clothes, but he’s already in the process of taking them off anyways. Standing completely naked with no space between the two, Jake gently grabs you by the back of your head for a deep kiss.

“Are you ready to try something new?” He asks in between kissing you wherever he can put his lips.

“I’ve been ready since you mentioned it.” You’re dripping, waiting for him to show you what he’s got.

Jake spins you back against the wall and picks you up at your waist. “I’m gonna flip you upside down now, is that okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You know the rules. Tap my thigh twice if you want out, okay?”

“Okay.”

“No. Say it right.”

“Yes, sir.”

He gives you one more kiss before he starts to position you upside down. He has a life grip on your thighs, his cock lined up perfectly for your mouth, and your pussy right in the line of fire for his mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck you in more ways than one, do you understand me?”

You nod in agreement before you realize he can’t see you.

“Yes, sir.”

“Remember, tap me if you want out. You won’t be able to use your colors, trust me.”

Jake moves his cock into your mouth and slowly starts to fuck your face. Your pussy starts to throb, wishing it was the one getting railed right now. You didn’t have much time to think about how empty you’re feeling before Jake starts lapping at your clit. He’s thrusting into you at the same speed he’s eating you, dipping his tongue into your entrance to feel how tight you’re getting since his hands can’t. Your head starts to fill with blood making you dizzy, but Jake feels so good, you don't want to stop him. You let him go for a couple more minutes before you decide it’s too much. You reach your hand up and tap his thigh twice.

“I’m sorry, princess, I’m going a little hard.” He pulls himself out of your mouth and slowly stands you up.

You face him, makeup smeared down your cheeks.

“There’s my pretty girl, I like when you do your makeup like that.”

“Jacob?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me against this wall. Right now.”

“Hm. Not because you asked, but because you think you can talk to me like that.”

Jake picks you up again and presses your back into the wall. He wraps your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck hugging him into your chest. He teases your clit with the tip of his cock, collecting your slick before he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you making you dig your nails into his back.

“You’re always so fucking tight for me, baby. Use your colors if it’s too much.” He praises you.

Still deep in your pussy, Jake reaches down to hook his left arm behind your knee, following suit on the right side, pushing his hands against the wall for support. Your legs are now over his shoulders, and your body is pressed against the wall by the strength of his upper body. He starts picking up pace, moving at a speed you’ve never felt before. You grab a handful of Jake’s hair and pull him closer to your neck. He starts kissing and biting at your neck until it’s hot and red. You can hear so much, your slick hitting the floor, Jake grunting with every thrust, your skin sticking together, heavy breathing accompanied by your whimpers.

“Play with your clit, I want you to cum for me.”

You move the hand that isn’t tangled in his hair down to your clit, you begin to circle lightly knowing it won’t take much to push you over the edge. Jake’s going as deep as your body allows him, feeling the head of his cock touch your cervix.

“Color.”

“Green.”

“Good, keep doing good for me, baby, I’m getting close.”

He’s starting to slow his pace, meaning he’s going to finish soon. You start to apply pressure so you cum at the same time. You begin to tighten around him and you can feel him twitching inside of you.

“Tell daddy where you want it!” He’s holding off until you answer him, but you know he can’t wait longer.

“Cum in me, I want you to cum inside.”

Jake buries his face in your neck, he’s moaning loudly, breathing sharp breaths into your ear as he cums inside of you, filling you to the brim with his release. You reach your climax, your entire body shaking beneath his, crying out his name. He stays in you for a second before pulling out, leaving you empty except for the copious amounts of cum spilling out of you onto the floor. He gently drops you to your feet. You get down all your hands and knees and lick the mess up off the floor, looking up at him for a reaction.

“You’re such a good girl, always cleaning up after yourself.”

Once you’re done, Jake carries you into the shower with him to get cleaned up before bed. You figure you can mop the floor tomorrow because you’re entirely spent. After your shower, you and Jake lay in bed together in nothing but your skin.

“I really do love you so much, babygirl.”

“I know, Jakey, I love you too,” you pause to give him a kiss on his shoulder before continuing, “I liked that new menu item, Chef. What should I call that the next time I order?”

“Oh, that’s a secret menu item, we here at Casa de la Kiszka call it ‘Head Rush’ make sure you ask for me though, nobody makes it how I do.” He giggles at his fast response.

You both doze off, completely exhausted from your anniversary dinner, with a special dessert.

[poly-alt-partner]

Hide and Seek - Sam Golbach X Fem!Reader - Part 2

Okay. Finally. After weeks of waiting, here it is! I am really sorry for how long this took for me to finish, everyone. Thank you all for your patience and understanding. I know I made you wait waaaay too long for the ending.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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“I am not kidding, there was a little girl - a little girl laugh - like ‘ahahaha’ over in the corner. There’s no other girls in the building, (Y/n) is right beside me.”

“Dude, we were just talking quietly. That was creepy as hell!” You looked around and sat quietly for a moment. “I kind of hope we get found soon so we don’t have to deal with any entity alone.”

“Hey, you’ve got me right here,” Sam teased.

“Cool, so I can just push you forward and book it, yeah?” You joked back. Luckily it was common for you two to interact like this in front of the cameras so it wouldn’t seem weird to Sam and Colby’s fans.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“Who was it that planned this challenge without telling anyone?” You pointed out, crossing your arms and giving him a fake glare.

“Okay, fair. But it shouldn’t be too much longer. Colby’s at least found some of the guys.”

Sam and you both sit in silence for a few minutes, waiting to see if anything else happens. Eventually Sam turns the camera off again and turns to you. “We can probably get a bit more time together before they find us.”

“Oh? Are you that eager, Golbach?” Now it was your turn to tease him a little.

“Now that I know I can kiss you, I don’t want to pass up the opportunity.” With his infectious smile he leans in closer. You smile and chuckle a little before quickly giving in. I can’t fault him for being honest, but I can at least give him shit about it. While kissing Sam you grab onto his jumper again, but this time pull him closer just to be mischievous. Apparently it flipped a switch because Sam suddenly had his hands on your waist and was pulling you onto him. You held in a shriek of surprise as not to give yourselves away. Without pause the kiss was becoming more heated as you snaked your arms around his neck, losing all sense of your surroundings. You wanted so badly to just melt into Sam and enjoy this moment forever.

Pulling away slowly, Sam stares into your eyes with his own baby blues and smiles at you. Suddenly you feel a little self conscious and your stomach is full of butterflies.

“What?” You ask softly, wanting to hide your face.

“You’re breathtaking, (Y/n).” Sam rubs little circles on your lower back before continuing. “And not just because we made out.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him despite the smile on your face. The two of you are brought back to the present as you hear the whole group (Colby and The Boys) calling for you and Sam. With a small pout you leave Sam’s lap and pick up your camera. He stands up and dusts himself off before picking up his.

“I guess we won.”

“I’d say,” Sam jokes as he nudges you, earning a small shove to his shoulder. He laughs and leaves the Gymnasium with you following behind. As you both near the railing of the upper floors Sam whistles to draw their attention.

“Sam, whistle!” Colby yells out. He whistles again. “No fucking way!” The guys start looking around confused since the whistle is bouncing around the building.

“It’s coming from everywhere, guys,” You hear Josh say.

Juicy pipes up. “I swear to god if Sam walks outta that door and is like ‘Hey guys, I was just going to the bathroom,’ I’m gonna fucking lose it.” No one knew that you two were hiding together and you wondered if you should try to split off to seem less suspicious.

Sam whistled again and everyone immediately looked up at the two of you. So much for not being suspicious.

“He’s right upstairs!” Mully shouts out.

“We didn’t check the other side,” Colby says, a little disappointed. Honestly they probably would have found the two of you sooner if they did. You weren’t sure if you would have preferred that or not considering the shenanigans the two of you got into.

As the two of you walked down the stairs, Narrator turned to Colby. “I told you I saw them running around together!” He turned to you and Sam. “Why didn’t you two split up?”

“I didn’t want to leave (Y/n) alone in case something happened.”

“You’re just saying that because you wanted to steal her away!” Colby countered. He wasn’t wrong since he knew better than anyone how you and Sam interact with one another.

“I’m the only girl here, so I didn’t want to be alone in case the male ghosts felt like getting handsy,” you pointed out. This was a men’s prison after all and many of the inmates probably went decades without a woman’s presence.

“Yo I didn’t even think about that. They totally would target (Y/n) if she were alone.”

“Yeah (Y/n), this is a boys only investigation.” Mully said, obviously joking. You made a face at him and flipped him off when the camera wasn’t pointed at you. They were all pretty nice and always teased one another so you didn’t mind being included. If anything it was just like spending time with Sam and Colby, only twice as chaotic.

Since you and Sam won you both chose Mully to go solo in solitary confinement, especially since he decided to pick on you. The investigation only got more interesting and creepy from there, especially with the entity known as Mr. Nasty. You were happy when it was time to wrap up and head to the hotel for the rest of the night.

“I think running around to hide took more energy than I thought,” you sighed as you climbed into the back of the rental car.

“You sure that’s the only thing you were doing when you and Sam ran off?”

“Other than getting scared by that little girl, yes.”

“Suuuuure,” Colby said as he started up the car. You were pretty sure Sam would tell him about you two later, if he hadn’t already.

Later, you thought to yourself. Did he mean tomorrow? It’s already kind of late and we’re all pretty exhausted. Once again your heart was fluttering and your cheeks felt warm as you remembered what happened in the gymnasium. You were glad Colby had to focus on driving so he couldn’t see your face in the rearview.

After arriving at the hotel and lugging the equipment up to the boy’s room you stretched and yawned. “I think I’m gonna head to my room for the night. See you guys tomorrow?”

“I’ll go ahead and walk you to your room, (Y/n),” Sam volunteers as he sets down the last bag of equipment.

“Don’t have too much fun, you two,” Colby calls out, busy unpacking some stuff.

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam follows you out the bedroom door and walks with you down the hall. It’s super quiet in the building as the other guests sleep the night away. You feel awkward again and fidget as you walk beside Sam, glancing at him. He catches your eye and smiles before taking your hand in his. Your heart lurches and you smile back.

You reach your room and unlock it before turning to say good night. Sam suddenly pulls you closer to him and leans in close, glancing between your eyes and your lips. “Can I come in?”

“S-sure,” you manage to stutter. You open the door and wait for Sam to step in first before entering. The interior is pretty much the same as the room Sam and Colby are sharing for the trip, except less bags scattered around. They have more equipment and cameras to keep track of for their investigations. Since you aren’t much of a content creator you only have a few items of your own for trips like these.

Sam turns to you and gently takes your hand in his, seeming a little nervous. “I wanted to make sure things were good between us before doing much else,” he explains. “I really do like you and I want to take things slow, make sure we’re both comfortable.”

“I don’t make out with just anyone at a haunted jail, Sam.” You tease with a soft smile. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m glad I’m not just anyone, then.”

“Obviously.” You step closer and look up at Sam, squeezing his hand a little. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Sam. I’m definitely comfortable with being close to you and kissing and stuff.”

“And stuff?” Sam raises his eyebrows at you, curious but also intrigued. “Hey, what happened to going slow?”

“I’m comfortable with whatever you are, (Y/n). And you are the one that said ‘stuff’ which is extremely vague.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah. I didn’t mean right now.”

“I know. But I’m happy to do whatever with you.” He squeezes your hand and smiles at you.

“Now who’s being vague?” You tease. Now Sam rolled his eyes before putting his free hand on your waist and gently pulling you against him. Even though you two had already made out, your ears felt hot and you felt shy under his gaze. There wasn’t any time to think about it before Sam’s lips were on yours; that familiar warmth you experienced hours ago. You had all but forgotten how long you yearned for this, how long you waited to be held by Sam like this. It almost felt like a vivid dream that would disappear if you weren’t careful.

The feeling of his tongue grazing your bottom lip brought you back to the present. Sam’s movements seemed hesitant as he waited for your reaction, testing the waters of what was acceptable. You let go of Sam’s hand to hold the back of his neck and pull him further into you, opening your mouth for full exploration. Suddenly it was as if floodgates had opened as he gingerly moved his hand up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Although his tongue lounged forward to caress yours he was still gentle and attentive.

It felt like the kiss lasted forever and not long enough at the same time when you both pulled away. Sam’s hair was messed up, his lips red and a little swollen from you nibbling on them here and there. He gave a lopsided grin as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, as much as I would like to stay here with you.”

“Do you think we should wait until we get back to the states to make things, y’know, official?” You ask, absentmindedly messing with the sleeve of his shirt.

“We can tell Colby and The Boys if you want to,” Sam offers. “I’ve missed out on being with you long enough.”

A smile crosses your lips as you match his warm gaze. “Yeah, we can do that. Worry about the social stuff after the trip.”

“Works for me, cutie.”

“Cutie?” You chuckle and shake your head.

“It’s less forward than babe or baby,” Sam counters before feigning a pout. “You don’t like it?”

“It’s alright,” You tease as you kiss his cheek. “We can always worry about semantics later.”

Sam heaves a sigh dramatically before glancing at the door to your hotel room. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course. Now get back to your room before Colbs decides to make you sleep in the hallway.”

“You wouldn’t let me stay here with you?”

“Sam, if you stay in my room I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep. And not because we’d be doing ‘stuff’, mind you.”

“Yeah, alright. Goodnight, (Y/N). I’m glad we are together now.”

Your heart swells and warms up at his words. “Me too. Goodnight, Sam.” He begrudgingly walks to the door and looks back at you as he opens the door. With a final wink Sam walks out and closes the door behind him. You sigh and plop down onto your hotel bed to process everything that had happened throughout the day. It was hard to suppress the squeal that was threatening to escape your lips as you recounted your moment with Sam in the gaol. If it weren’t for my big mouth, who knows how much longer it would have been before you confessed.

Despite the giddiness and the constant replay of the kisses you exchanged with Sam, you managed to get ready for bed and settled in to sleep. Eventually the exhaustion of the investigation began to set in, allowing you to drift off and dream of your adorable boyfriend.

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Was I rushing to end this? Maybe. Did I take too long to even finish the second part? YES.

However, I really really hope to do better with posting these in the future. And that you like this, of course. Thank you again!

[lolahauri]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JUICY

Ship: Jeff The Killer/Nina The Killer

Type: F/M, Smut, AU, Sequel. (Can Be Read Standalone)

Contains: Married Couple AU, Chubby! SAHM! Nina, Masturbation, Sexual Frustration, PiV Sex, Nipple Sucking, Mating Press, Build Up But No Plot, Semi-OOC Jeff.

Words: 2.2k

Requested?: Yes. <3

Summary: Jeff's stress turns into a desperate need for sex with his pretty, thick, little housewife Nina. Part 1 Part 2.

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"God, fuck!" Jeff slammed his palm against the steering wheel of his car, running his hands through his hair and letting out a long groan. It'd been another stressful day at work, which wasn't surprising, but that combined with his lack of sleep from Louie's midnight tantrums had left him feeling especially drained today.

He took a moment to gain his composure before starting the car and beginning his drive home in silence. He may have had a bad day, but he didn't want to make it worse by bringing all of that negative energy back home with him.

When he finally arrived home and walked in the door, he was immediately hit with an array of pleasant aromas. Nina must be making something special for dinner tonight. He took his shoes off and closed the door behind him before heading to the kitchen.

He was first greeted by his little girl Chrissy. She excitedly barreled towards him with a handful of drawings, ready to tell him all about her day at school. He smiled and picked her up, bringing her to the dining room table. There he saw Louie in his high-chair, making an absolute mess out of some yogurt and cheerios.

Jeff chuckled at the scene and went to go grab a damp towel, but he was caught off guard when he finally spotted his lovely wife. He couldn't help but notice how plump and curvy she was looking as she cooked. Her full tits were all but spilling out of her cropped tank top, nipples just barely visible through the fabric. No bra today it looks like. His face started to heat up as his eyes trailed further down. Her booty shorts were hugging her hips tightly, her small tummy and love handles being accentuated perfectly.

And damn, that ass of hers was jaw dropping. So thick it's a shock that her shorts weren't just tearing at the seams. His mind was going haywire at the moment, completely forgetting what he even got up to do. That is, until he heard a small bang come from the dining room, followed by Louie giggling up a storm. Yeah, he definitely just threw his bowl of yogurt on the ground.

Nina had jumped at the sound too, quickly turning around and being startled yet again at the sight of her husband.

She gasped, "Oh! Jesus, you scared me! When did you get home Honey?"

"Just a few minutes ago..." He cleared his throat, noticing the size difference between them as he peered down at her. She's so short. It's so cute. "Came in here to get a towel for Louie, he's making a real mess with his dinner."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level and planting a kiss on his lips. "Aw, thanks Jeffy. You're such a big help. You think you'll be eating at the table tonight? Or are you working overtime in your office again?"

His stomach dropped at her question. Fuck, with everything going on at the office today, and Nina's accidental distraction, he completely forgot he had to finish a presentation by midnight. Great, more work.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, shit, I do have a project due tonight." Her smile faltered for a moment, "But- it can wait till after dinner. Then I'll finish it as soon as I can, sound good?"

"Mhm!" She eagerly nodded her head. "Now," She pushed him away playfully, "go watch the kids for a minute, I gotta finish these potatoes and cut up the roast."

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "Of course, will do."

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When it was time to sit at the table and eat, Jeff once again couldn't help but get distracted by Nina. He wasn't usually so easy to fluster, but this past month they'd both been so stressed and busy that they hadn't been able to get intimate at all. And he was getting seriously pent up.

Every time she had to bend over the table to grab something, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat. All he wished was that it was the middle of the night already, when work was done and the kids were sleeping. That way he could have her all to himself for a moment.

"You alright, honey?"

He snapped out of his daydream at that, "Guess I was spacing out..."

"Yeah, fine... Just not looking forward to more work."

"Aww, I know honey. At least the weekend is coming up. One more day and then you're free!" She reached over the table and held his hand, looking up at him with so much love and care it made his heart beat a little faster.

"Yeah, you're right." He squeezed her hand back before pulling away to finish the food she made. Can time go by any slower?

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Jeff groaned and put his head in his heads, rubbing the sides of his aching head. It was 9pm, but he still had at least another hour of work to do. Maybe even longer if his obnoxious coworkers kept bothering him with pointless emails and phone calls.

At this point all of his anger was turning into more sexual frustration. He hadn't been able to use his go-to method of stress relief in weeks, and tonight it was all he could think about. She was all he could think about.

He felt his cock throb in his pants at the thought of Nina. He wasn't sure how he was going to finish this presentation when all he could focus on right now was his painful erection. He palmed at himself, hoping for an ounce of relief.

"Fuuuck..." He leaned back in his chair and continued to stroke himself through his clothes. His cock twitched and throbbed as he thought of all the times he bent Nina over and fucked her on this very desk.

He remembered the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around him, milking him dry as he pounded into her against the cold wood. He started to unzip his pants, thinking about the way her plump ass bounced and jiggled with every spank or harsh thrust.

He hissed at the feeling of the cool air hitting his cock, taking it in his hand and stroking quickly. "Need her s'fucking bad..." he groaned under his breathe, beating his cock even faster, so desperate to get rid of this built up tension.

Jeff rushed to grab his phone and open his gallery, hoping he still had some old pics Nina sent him in his hidden folder. It's not quite what he wanted, but it'd have to do for now.

Midway through scrolling though, he was interrupted with yet another call to his desk phone. He slammed his cellphone down in anger and looked over to see the caller ID.

INCOMING CALL ... TIM WRIGHT ...

"Gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. Third fuckin' time tonight." He grumbled to himself as he reluctantly zipped his pants up and answered the call.

"Hello?" He couldn't help but sound irritated. "Yes, Tim, it'll be done tonight. Maybe I could get it finished quicker if you'd stop calling me every 30 minutes."

They bickered back and forth a few more times before Jeff had enough, telling Tim he had to get back to work and ending the call abruptly.

"God I hate that guy..." He said under his breathe. He let out a long sigh before looking at the time on his computer. 9:34. Still a decent amount of time left in the night. He figured if he pushed himself for just another hour, he'd be done early. Then he could finally join his pretty little wife in bed.

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At around 10:51, he finally finished the project. He sent it to Tim as soon as possible, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders.

Jeff leaned back in his chair and stretched his stiff muscles before getting up. Finally, he can turn in for the night. But not before having some alone time with Nina.

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When he opened the door, his eyes went right to Nina's relaxed form. She was lying in bed and scrolling through Instagram wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a skimpy pair of black panties. He wondered if she'd been anticipating him being in the mood tonight. Or maybe she was completely oblivious to how fucking sexy she looked right now.

The way she was dressed and posed left her ass perfectly on display. Almost like she was just inviting him in, begging for him to come have his way with her. He wouldn't doubt it. She's always been such a tease.

With Nina being too preoccupied with her doom-scrolling to notice he'd walked in, he took the opportunity to get undressed and lock the door.

After stripping down to his boxers, Jeff climbed into bed behind Nina. He grabbed onto her sides and pulled her back into his chest, earning a surprised yelp from her.

"Babe! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that, sheesh!" She giggled and smacked his arm lightly, turning over to face him.

He laughed and pulled her up to be at eye level with him, latching his lips onto her neck and speaking between kisses. "Mm, sorry honey. Just missed you today."

"Yeah? Missed you too Jeffy." She moaned softly as he started to bite and suck on her throat. He found her most sensitive spots and wasted no time abusing them. Knowing for a fact there'd be an abundance of dark bruises the next morning.

Jeff ran his hands from her sides down to her ass, giving it a rough smack followed by a strong grip. She gasped and arched her back, lightly pressing her nails into his broad shoulders. Her pussy was already starting to get wet at the feeling of him kneading her ass.

In the weeks they'd been too busy to be intimate, she'd forgotten how good it felt. And now she was getting eager and worked up way too fast.

As things started to heat up more, he moved to pull her shirt over her head, putting her on her back and pining her to the bed. Jeff ducked his head down and latched his mouth onto one of her sensitive nipples. He swirled his tongue around before beginning to suck, one of his hands cupping her other tit and squeezing.

Nina whimpered loudly. She was getting increasingly needy now. She spread her legs further apart and arched her back again. "Jeff, pleaseee... need you soo bad." Her hands planted themselves firmly on his lower back, trying to pull his hips into hers.

He happily reciprocated, grinding his bulge against her soaking wet cunt. "Yeah? You need me inside, baby?" He slipped his hand between their bodies and pulled her panties to the side, running his middle finger up her folds and watching her squirm under his touch.

"Yesss! Pleasee just fuck me already!~" She begged and pouted up at him. She's so cute when she's being needy.

He smirked down at her, loving the effect he was having on her. "Alright sweetheart, I hear you." Without waiting any longer, he pulled his boxers down and let his cock spring free, positioning himself at her entrance as he pinned her into a mating press.

There was almost no resistance at all when he slid his cock into her fat pussy. He gripped the sheets at her sides from how wet and tight she was. "Damn... feels so good baby."

He pressed his forehead against hers and groaned loudly, thrusting into her hard and slow. He was trying to savor the feeling and not get worked up too fast. It didn't really work though.

He was desperate and he couldn't hold back anymore. His slow thrusts quickly turned fast and sloppy, he was going completely feral from the feeling of her gummy walls clenching around him.

"Shit baby, if you keep -oh fuck- squeezing me like that, I'm not- not gonna last long." His breathing ragged and labored.

"Mm don't caree, want you to cum in me~"

The offer was tempting, but he needed her to cum first. "Fuck, not yet. Need you to cum on me first, got it?"

His rough pace never let up, even as he snuck a hand between them, rubbing circles around her clit. She whined and clench around him, feeling a tightness in her abdomen steadily build up.

"C'mon baby, cum on this cock for me." His fingers worked faster and his thrusts slowed down, angling his hips to allow him to hit her sweet spot. She cried out as he abused her g-spot, feeling her orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Ohhh fuckk! M'gonna cum!" She yelled out, legs shaking as she creamed all over his cock, the orgasm hitting her so hard she was almost seeing stars. She begged Jeff to cum in her, feeling overstimulated already.

Her begs and the feeling of her tight walls repeatedly squeezing him made Jeff's head spin. He couldn't last much longer if he tried. He gripped the sheets of their bed and threw his head back, feeling himself about to cum next.

When he finally did, it took a moment to register. His hips stuttered to a stop as he pumped his load into her, feeling breathless for a short while before groaning loudly. He hissed as pulled out, his cock feeling incredibly sensitive.

He collapsed next to Nina, both of them panting and sweaty. She was the first to speak up, "I think we should take a shower, 'm all sticky..."

He laughed and turned to face her, "Yeah, probably should. Come here, I'll carry you honey."

~

A/N: I really liked how this one turned out! I'm starting to really love this ship. ^u^

[mxdimitrescu]

Shy Reunion

Synopsis: Blue is the twin of Dinah, a former member of Fifth Harmony, and was forced to attend to a reunion with Dinah.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Lauren Jauregui x Blue Hansen

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The quiet stillness of the room was abruptly shattered by the insistent ring of a phone, eliciting a groan from beneath the covers of the bed. Slowly, a hand emerged from the depths of the blankets, fumbling until it grasped the phone and brought it to an ear.

"Hello?" a rough, raspy voice mumbled.

"Blue, answer your damn door. Why the hell isn't your doorbell working? I've been knocking for the past 15 minutes," came the irritated voice on the other end.

Startled, Blue peeked out from under the covers, now noticing the persistent knocking in the living room.

'Huh, how did I not hear that?' she wondered.

"I'll be there in a moment," Blue huffed as she sat up in bed, ending the call and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She grabbed a discarded black shirt from the floor and pulled it on before making her way to the front door.

Opening it revealed her sister, Dinah, standing on the other side.

"Blue Hansen! It's 2 in the afternoon and you're still in bed?" Dinah exclaimed, clearly bewildered.

Blue stepped aside to let Dinah in, closing the door behind her. "I've been up until like 4 working on my book," she explained with a yawn, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Dinah hummed in understanding as she headed to the kitchen in search of food, while Blue retreated back to her room, slipping back under the cozy blankets. However, her brief respite was interrupted when Dinah barged into her room with a box of Oreos and flopped down on top of her, eliciting a groan of annoyance from Blue.

"What are you doing here?" Blue asked, slightly exasperated.

Dinah took a bite of her Oreo before replying, "Well, my dear twin, today is the Fifth Harmony reunion."

At the mention of the reunion, Blue's interest piqued. "You guys getting back together?" she inquired eagerly.

Dinah chuckled. "No, but we're getting together for old times' sake."

Disappointed by the news, Blue slumped back down. "Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with the girls?"

Dinah's expression turned pleading. "Actually, can you come with me? I don't want to go by myself."

Blue hesitated for a moment, but Dinah's relentless bouncing on her back convinced her to relent.

"Fine," she finally relented.

Dinah cheered and quickly got Blue ready, instructing her to shower and providing her with an outfit. After a quick shower, Blue emerged from her room dressed in the clothes Dinah had laid out for her—a pair of dark green overalls, a faded black Guns N' Roses shirt, and black Converse shoes. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusted her black cap, and nodded in approval before joining Dinah in the living room.

Together, they headed out to Blue's car, a 2024 Jeep Wrangler, and set off to meet the girls at a diner, singing along to their favorite tunes along the way.

Meanwhile, at the diner, Lauren, Ally, and Normani were catching up after five years of hiatus. As they chatted, they were interrupted by the sound of music outside. Peering through the window, they saw a jeep pull into the parking lot, blaring their song "Kings & Queens." To their surprise, Dinah emerged from the vehicle, waving excitedly as she entered the diner.

"Dinah, you really know how to make an entrance," Lauren teased, earning a laugh from Dinah.

"Yeah, blame it on Blue. She insisted on finishing the song," Dinah explained, shrugging as they settled back into their booth.

"Blue?" Ally inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Before Dinah could respond, another voice chimed in, causing Lauren's jaw to drop slightly.

Standing before them was a striking figure—tall, with tan skin, hazel eyes, and a muscular build that was hard to miss. Lauren couldn't help but notice how attractive she was.

"Sorry, I got carried away wanting to see everyone," Dinah apologized sheepishly, drawing attention to the newcomer.

So, this was Blue. Lauren's mind raced with questions—was she Dinah's girlfriend?

Quickly recovering, Dinah introduced her. "Guys, meet my twin, Blue!"

Twin? Lauren's confusion only grew. How had they never heard of her before?

Blue seemed shy, offering a timid wave and a simple greeting. Lauren exchanged glances with Normani and Ally, all equally puzzled by the newcomer.

"How have we never met Blue before?" Ally asked, echoing Lauren's thoughts.

Dinah explained, "She was always traveling whenever you guys were around."

As Blue joined them at the table, the conversation shifted to her work. Normani inquired about her occupation, prompting Blue to reveal she was a writer.

"She's an author, with several published books," Dinah proudly announced, prompting a blush from Blue.

"Any books I might have read?" Ally inquired eagerly, her eyes lighting up with interest.

"The Chronicles of Mythology series," Dinah responded, her words causing Lauren's eyes to widen in surprise.

Ally's eyes widened in recognition. "The Chronicles of Mythology series? I love that!"

"I love that series!" Lauren exclaimed with a wide smile, earning a quizzical eyebrow raise from Blue.

With hope in her voice, Lauren added, "I hope, if you don't mind, signing my books one day?"

Blue, clearly growing more comfortable, nodded warmly. "Of course, anything for my fans. Bring your books next time, and I'll sign them."

She couldn't contain her excitement—Lauren squealed with delight, realizing her favorite author was sitting right next to her. Glancing at Dinah, who seemed puzzled by Lauren reaction, she shot her a glare.

"What did I do?" Dinah asked, genuinely bewildered.

"You knew I love that series and knew she wrote it," Lauren huffed, turning to face Blue. With a mischievous wink, she silently communicated her amusement, causing Blue to stifle her laughter.

As the conversation with Blue flowed effortlessly, Lauren found herself completely engrossed in her company. While the other girls chatted amongst themselves, Lauren couldn't help but be drawn to this captivating woman.

"And then Dinah, being the crackhead she is, ran through the living room and straight into the sliding glass door and fell down. She couldn't tell that the sliding door was there," Blue recounted with a laugh, triggering Lauren's laughter.

"That sounds like Dinah, for sure," She chuckled, shaking her head at the mental image.

Their private moment was interrupted by a voice breaking through the comfortable atmosphere. "Hey Blue, Lauren, it's getting late, we should head home."

They both frowned as they glanced at the time, and Lauren was shocked to see it was already 6 o'clock.

Blue and Lauren had been so engrossed in their conversation that time had flown by without them even realizing it. But Lauren didn't want it to end.

Softly, Lauren frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor until a hand gently lifted my chin. She looked up to meet Blue's eyes, her smile instantly warming her heart.

"Can I have your number? I want to continue our conversation, I really enjoyed it," Blue asked shyly.

Lauren couldn't help but smile widely, nodding in agreement. She retrieved my phone, and so did she, and we exchanged them. Lauren added herself as "Lauren💚" in her phone before handing it back. When she returned my phone, Lauren couldn't help but chuckle at the contact name she'd chosen for herself—"Fav Author📖".

As they all stood up from their seats, they shared hugs and promises to keep in touch and meet up whenever they could. Ally and Normani headed off to their cars, leaving Dinah, Blue, and Lauren behind. Despite wanting to stay, she couldn't help but frown at the thought of leaving Blue's side.

Noticing Lauren's reluctance to leave, Dinah chimed in, "Hey Lauser, Blue lives here, like 15 minutes from here. Y'all can hang out whenever."

Lauren smiled at the thought, glancing up at Blue, who was already looking down at her.

"I don't mind. We should hang out whenever."

Nodding in agreement, Lauren hugged Blue tightly, feeling the warmth of Blue's muscles beneath her clothing as they embraced. Their hug lingered until Dinah's cough broke the moment, leaving Blue blushing as Lauren pulled away.

Giving Dinah a playful glare, Lauren waved at the twins before turning to Blue. "I'll text you later?" She asked, met with a soft nod and a smile from Blue.

As Lauren climbed into her car and drove away, she caught sight of Blue punching Dinah's arm playfully, both of them blushing. With a smile, Lauren left the diner parking lot, already looking forward to seeing Blue again.

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Outer Child, chapter 7

( Victoria goes back to containment and talks to Usher. 035 and 049 get to draw pictures. )

Outer Child, chapter 7

Warnings: none

Words: 1000~

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The medical staff let Victoria go soon after she finished breakfast - after all, she only had broken fingers and rope burn around her neck, there wasn't anything else they could do for her. They gave her instructions on how to look after her hand, some painkillers, and a tube of cream to rub on the burn every so often, and then summoned a guard for the walk of shame back to Light Containment - Victoria was still in her pyjamas, after all.

Back in her containment, Victoria got Amica and the Doctor to wash their sticky, muffin-crumbed hands and faces, and debated taking a shower herself. Given how generally gross she was feeling after the night she'd had, she figured she needed one.

Her bathroom was separate from her main containment, but didn't have a door. The shower and toilet were blocked from the room's security camera for a little bit of privacy, but the designers of the containment didn't want the SCPs to be able to hide. Amica and the Doctor hadn't shown any interest in bothering her in the bathroom - they'd only come in when she was in visible distress, puking her guts out - and she decided not to worry about it much. A doctor and an Alagaddan weren't going to be traumatised by non-sexual nudity if they came barging in.

Victoria put on some instrumental jazz for Amica and the Doctor, told them she was going to take a shower and to keep themselves entertained, but they could get her if they needed her. She left Amica pulling the Doctor around in a very ungraceful dance and set about the business of trying to shower one-handed with a plastic bag tied over her left hand to protect the splints.

She had just started towelling off when there was a knock at her containment door. It swished open and there was a pause as the newcomer couldn't locate the room's primary occupant. "West? It's just me." Dr Usher.

"Give me a few minutes," Victoria called back.

"Victoria is taking a shower," Amica announced.

"Fine, I'll just talk to you and your friend until she's ready," Usher told it. "I brought markers."

It ended up taking nearly fifteen minutes for Victoria to dry off, put her clothes on one-handed, and get her hair in some semblance of order. When she finally emerged, she found Usher, Amica, and the Doctor sitting quietly on the floor, the latter two utterly absorbed in drawing. Usher got to her feet and smiled. "There doesn't seem to be any proper kids' stuff around, but I raided the art therapy supplies. They didn't have crayons and I thought you wouldn't appreciate it if I brought them paint."

They walked over closer to the containment door and Usher's smile dropped. "Fucking 2264-4 tried to kill you and you survived."

"2264-4 wanted to kill 035, I was just in the way. So much for it always giving a warning before it shows up," said Victoria bitterly. "But it seemed to be here on its own scheme, not under orders. 035 scared it off by threatening to tattle to 2264-5."

Usher's eyebrows raised. "From my research, I was pretty sure that 2264-4 was the real power behind the throne. I wouldn't have thought it cared what 2264-5 wanted."

"I don't know, I don't understand their politics. 2264-4 referred to 2264-5 as the author of the play and itself as the director. Maybe 2264-4 still needs -5 to do whatever it does," said Victoria. "But why not kill 035 anyway?"

"I have no idea," said Usher. "Maybe 2264-4 thought it could kill 035 without 2264-5 knowing and just show up all, 'oh, look what those horrible humans did, so tragic, guess we need a new Black Lord.' From your report about your time in 2264-B, it sounds like 2264-5 lets 035 get away with a lot. Maybe it's the favourite and 2264-5 would be pissed at whoever killed 035."

"Maybe. The security camera actually worked?"

"Yeah, I expected the video would be corrupted, but it wasn't," said Usher. "A little after 200 hours, 035 jolts upright and 2264-4 just appears like it was there the whole time, it just couldn't be seen until it moved. 049 also takes notice and both of them grabbed each other and shrank back against you. That was when you woke up."

Usher shook her head. "It bothers me that the whole encounter came through perfectly clear. I know 2264-4 appears in the 701 tapes, I just somehow didn't expect it here. It doesn't care that we can see it, that we can prove it exists. It knows there's nothing we can do." She glanced down at Victoria's injured hand. "Combs also said you injured yourself for information."

Victoria grimaced. "I asked why there are no children in Alagadda. I was trying to find a loophole to save 035. 2264-4 said it was for 'balance' and then called me an idiot for assuming it meant population control - that since no one really dies in Alagadda, no one can be born."

"I'll look into it. Maybe it's some sort of riddle or has some double-meaning."

Usher left. Victoria went to check on Amica and the Doctor. They were still entirely fixated on their drawings.

The Doctor's had a lot of red. The middle of the page was taken up by a childish scribble of a person lying down, apparently in the middle of an autopsy. The major organs were present and in the right places. Parts of the body were scribbled over with black, with black clouds above them. Pestilence, maybe.

Amica's was almost nice at first glance. It had drawn itself, the Doctor, and Victoria holding hands, like a child's family portrait. Victoria noted that Amica had dressed her in black. However, the sky was yellow and dotted with black stars, and on the ground lay three large figures - red, yellow, and white, with black blood scrawled all over them.