#I’ll shut up soon babes don’t worry

[torturedcoveydepartment]

This is me in Billy the kid (100% real. you can see me in there I promise)

[ziggysgender]

i literally never looked good with long hair Who let me outside like that

[emmyrosee]

Okay hear me out…

Trying to surprise Sukuna with breakfast in bed but it goes wrong and Sukuna wakes up smelling smoke and us making a mess in the kitchen. He scolds us a little ofc but it’s all soft and fluffy still. You can make up the ending I just think this is a sweet concept lol.

I’m a sucker for bfs who fix our messes 🤭

of course he could smell fire. but sukuna's mind merely brushed it off.

in his dream, the smell of smoke appeared as a campfire himself and megumi, of all people, had started. it smells strong, like he can physically taste the smoke.

then, in his dream, there's an incessant beeping, one that comes out of Megumi's mouth in place of words.

But finally, he hears you scream in the real world. And his eyes fly open to wake up, his head spinning from the sudden shift from sleep to cognizance. Without a moment to spare, he barrels from the bed into the kitchen, dark clouds of smoke dancing in the air. There’s a baking sheet of burned cinnamon rolls crashed onto the floor- you, cradling your hand not far from it- a pan with a burnt egg sizzling on the stove, and the toaster smoking from whatever contents have now been roasted inside of it.

"What the fuck!" He snarls, grabbing a dish towel and waving it around to break up the dark clouds of smoke near the fire alarm. He leans over to shut off the stove and pop the toaster up, heat coating his arm You wince at the pain on your palm, and he furrows his brows, "fuck sake, go run it under water! What’re you doing grabbing things out of the oven with no mitt, you freak!"

"I couldn't find it!" you whimper, making your way to the sink to, in fact, run your hand under the cold water, hissing at the sting before letting yourself cry softly, be it from the pain or the stimulation of everything at once, Sukuna doesn’t know yet.

Just as soon as the chaos started, it ended, the smoke alarm silencing and the only noise being your whimpers and the running sink. He pants softly and cards a hand through his messy bed head, tossing away the rag and coming up to wrap his big arms around you. You bury your face in the fabric of his nightshirt, crying quietly.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” you whimper, and he sighs and rests his head on yours. “I know you’ve been working a lot… I thought I would surprise you.”

“You surprised me alright,” he grumbles, gently cradling the back of your head. “I told you, the oven in my apartment is fucking weird, don’t mess with it. And you did. Now you’re hurt.”

“Breakfast is ruined,” you sniffle, and he pulls back with a scrunched face.

“Breakfast is- babe, you literally have blisters on your hand!” He snips. “Who cares about breakfast, I’m worried about your damn hand!”

You wince slightly at his words, and he groans again, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. We can always remake breakfast. Your third degree burns are my concern right now. Since your goofy ass grabbed a damned cookie sheet square out of the oven.”

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, “‘m not goofy,” you pout. He tucks in his lips to try and fight back the smirk that wants to spread on his face, not wanting to make you feel worse.

“How’s your hand?” He asks after a few beats of silence, pulling back to gently grab your hand and inspect the blistering burn, which you whine at clench your palm at. “I know, I know,” he soothes. Then, he presses a kiss to each of your fingers, playfully biting your pinky to make you giggle and giving you back your hand. “How about we load into the truck and get you some bandaids and a breakfast sandwich, huh? Save what bit of breakfast we can?”

“Okay, kuna.”

“Good,” he says, pulling away. “Go get on shoes. I’ll take care of ya.” When you leave to go get some shoes on, he’s quick to call after you, “I do appreciate you trying to do something nice for me. I knew you always had a soft spot for me.”

You titter and shake your head as you smile at him. “More than you could know, sukuna.”

[greg-montgomery]

Texting bf's dad hotch by accident when you're drunk and trying to get your bf to pick you up...

this idea >>>>

also aaron has another son besides jack in this

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They were just a few margaritas. You didn’t expect a casual girl’s night to turn into a pounding headache and a room that was spinning around you.

It was fun and your friends wanted to stay longer, but your upset stomach would not let you enjoy the rest of your night. You were more than ready to get out of there.

“I’m gonna ask my boyfriend to come pick me up,” you told your friends, who seemed a bit too drunk to process your words.

As carefully as you could, you made your way outside the bar, and took your phone out of your purse. Going through your contacts you stopped when you spotted your boyfriend’s name.

‘Babe can you come and pick me up? I can’t drive’

You hit send, and right after, you shared your location with him.

‘I’ll be there in 20.’

Oh.

That was it? No whining? No scolding you for drinking too much? No complaining about you being an inconvenience?

It was a full moon; maybe he was going through some kind of transformation.

You closed your eyes for a bit and rested your head against the wall. The minutes would simply not pass fast enough. I’m never drinking again, you thought.

Your phone buzzed in your hands and a new message flashed across the screen.

‘I’m here.’

You were ready to lift your head and search for his car, but your eyes were glued on the contact name that appeared above the text you had just received.

It didn’t say Mark. It said Mark’s dad.

No way, you thought. No way, I asked Aaron Hotchner to come pick me up from a bar because I’m wasted.

But that was exactly what you had done.

The word embarrassment didn’t even begin to cover the range of emotions you were feeling at that moment; especially as you watched him get out of his car and walking towards you.

Why did he have to look so good? As if drunk texting him wasn’t embarrassing enough, he had to look like a god in a suit that cost more than your monthly rent.

‘Mr. Hotchner,” you said, when he approached you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to text you. I wanted to text Mark, but I got confused and God…I’m so, so dizzy.”

 His expression stayed serious, but he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get in the car.”

Aaron opened the door for you and held your hand so you could get inside. You expected him to close the door but instead he leaned over you and fastened your seatbelt for you.

Your heart started jumping around at the smell of his cologne and the feeling of his face so close to yours. You weren’t proud of it, but Aaron Hotchner was your forbidden desire. And the star of more dirty dreams than you’d ever dare to admit.

His thick fingers brushed against your stomach as he made sure that your seatbelt was tight enough to keep you safe.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm your body down.

“Are you alright?” he asked, softly.

His deep voice was the cherry on top that had you melting on your seat.

“Yeah,” you answered weakly. “Just dizzy.”

He closed the door and made his way to the other side, and soon he was on the driver’s seat.

There was a small water bottle in the cup holder and he picked it up. “Here,” he offered, “Have some water. It’ll help.”

“Thank you,” you said taking it from his hands, and shivered at the contact when your fingers brushed.

The bottle was half empty which meant he already had some of it before you. He had wrapped his lips around it; around where your lips were now.

You devoured any water that was left and realized how bad you needed to get hydrated. “I needed that.”

“I can tell,” he laughed. “Come on,” he added, and started the car. “Let’s take you home.”

“Were you asleep?”

“Hm?””

“When I texted you. Did I wake you up?” you asked with a worried tone.

“I rarely sleep, honey. You don’t have to worry about me.”

You pressed your thighs together at the sound of the pet name and the sight of his hands around the wheel.

“Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said. “You needed me.”

“I did,” you said, breathless. “Mark would…”

You paused.

“Go on.”

You hesitated. “He would have probably told me to call a cab.”

“He’d let his girl get in the car with a stranger in the middle of the night? When she’s drunk?”

“Sometimes he gets upset with things like that. And, listen, I get it. I can be trouble sometimes.”

“Oh you can be,” Aaron said. “But not for the reasons you think.”

“What do you mean?”

He ignored your question, but it didn’t take too long before he spoke again.

“I’m gonna have a word with him. He’s not treating you well.”

“No, please don’t.”

The only thing that talk would achieve would be Mark getting upset with you.

There was a long pause, and you took advantage of the silence to stare at him. His side profile, his hands, his arms. He was perfect.

‘I wish Mark was more like you,” you said before thinking any better.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I could say way worse.”

He chuckled. “Unless you want both of us to get in trouble, don’t.”

“But-”

Aaron reached out to hold your hand, making you go quiet. “You’re drunk. But what I do want you to know is that I’m always here, okay?”

“Okay.”

He squeezed your hand and didn’t let go the entire ride home.

part 2

[nottsangel]

Angel!!

I feel like we need Theo smut of him comforting reader after a bad test 😔

[this may or may not be bc i fucked up my test…]

the way i immediately started writing this !!!!! i hope you’ll feel better soon babe <33

“just let it go now, amore. focus on me, okay?” theo whispers with his lips to your neck, gently sucking on the skin as his fingers are knuckles deep inside of you, digits curling up perfectly that have you distracted instantly. “hmm, i’ll— i’ll try. just, please distract me, theo” you beg, needing to feel him as close to you as possible.

“anything for you, cara mia” theo removes his fingers and places a soft kiss on your forehead before positioning himself between your legs, his pink tip dragging down your dripping folds. he carefully pushes himself in, making sure you’re fully comfortable as he closely observes your facial expressions. you gradually feel all your worries subside and your muscles relax as his cock slowly disappears into your body.

“does that feel good, hm?” theo whispers as he gently starts to thrust his hips at the perfect rhythm. you nod, your eyes slowly fluttering shut as you wrap your legs around his torso, bringing him as close to you as possible, savouring every moment. “i’m so proud of you, bella, i always am. don’t forget that, hm? my smart girl.”

all daydreams ੈ♡˳

[louloulemons-posts]

Curly Kisses

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : The different types of kisses you share with eddie.

Word Count : 2.1k

Warnings : not proofread, kisses, talks of sex, hickies/love bites, eddie gets drunk, kisses whilst intoxicated, pure fluff, idiots in love 🤍

A/N : sorry for the lack of updates i started uni recently and i’m trying to find my footing 🫶🏻

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Pre-Date Kisses :

Before you and Eddie got together you were very friendly with one another, always close, laughing, smiling, lingering hugs, hands brushing.

Along with that there were the cheek kisses, the ones that made Eddies cheeks burn and yours ache with smiles. They were sweet and kind and full of admiration.

“Morning,” Eddie smiled as you climbed into the van, “Hello.” You handed him your drink of steaming green tea. “Thank you,” he said, taking a sip, before handing the cup back.

The drive in the morning was how it always was, quiet, but a comfortable silence. The pair of you not awake enough to hold conversation. The air was cool so your body was a lot closer to Eddies trying to steal his heat.

“You okay there?” he asked.

“Chilly.”

“Hold the wheel,” the boy said.

“What?”

“Hold the wheel.”

He took his hands off and began to shrug his jacket off, sending a wave of panic through your body. Leaning across the boy and holding onto the wheel, you tried to keep the van steady and straight.

He dropped his jacket on your lap, sliding your hands off the wheel and placing his own there. “I hate you, you know,” you spoke, sliding your arms through the sleeves.

“Mhm, tell my jacket that.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, whilst you sunk further into the smokey smelling material.

Pulling into the parking lot, Eddie ran round the van, opening the door for you.

“M’lady,” he said, offering you his hand, sliding your palm into his you played along, “Thank you kind sir.”

Gareth walked over to you, waving hello, “Morning guys.”

“Hey G, look I gotta run okay. I’ll see you later,” you smiled at the pair, taking off Eddies jacket.

He stopped you, “Keep it for now, don’t want you freezing.”

“Thank you Eds,” you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek.

“I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye,” Gareth waved.

“B-bye,” Eddie stuttered.

The younger boy laughed, “So when are you asking her out?”

“Shut up!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Drunk Kisses :

This was also before you were dating, Eddie was hanging out with some friends and they had got … well drunk was putting it lightly.

Steve had called you to come and pick the boy up, you didn’t mind of course, you wanted him home safe and you knew that would happen if you were there.

Upon arrival Eddie almost launched himself at you, “Missed you,” he said, hugging you close. “Missed you too,” you laughed, “Let’s get you home yeah?”

Eddie was rambling on and on about the fun he had ( “would’ve been better if you were there”). The drive to his trailer wasn’t a long one, but Eddie was drunk and had the coordination of a baby giraffe.

His arm was over your shoulder as you basically dragged him through the door. “Where’s Wayne?” he asked, huffing, so his lips pouted. “He’s a work.”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed.

“Silly boy, come on let’s get ready for bed.”

“You’ll stay?”

“If you want, it’s not the first time we’ve had a sleepover.” The grin on his face was beautiful, he soon picked up speed as you were in his room.

“I’m going to get changed, please don’t injure yourself,” you said, half a joke, half pure concern. “Don’t worry babe, I’m all good,” he winked. Rolling your eyes you headed off to get changed.

Returning to Eddies bedroom you found him sat on the edge of his bed, staring as his feet very intensely. “You good?” You questioned, making the boy jump.

“Mhm, I’m fin- wow,” he paused.

“What?”

“You look good in my clothes,” he motioned to your make shift pyjamas, an old and worn band tee of Eddies and some shorts.

“Wear them all the time Eds.”

“I know you just look … pretty.”

“You think?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, pushing up from the bed and making his way to you.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he suddenly sounded more sober.

Placing his large palms on either side of your face, his pressed his mouth to yours, a soft kiss. Brushing of lips. Beautiful warmth. You could feel his smile growing against you.

“Eds,” you whispered, pushing him back, but not letting go fully, “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“Eddie it’s not good to kiss when you’re drunk. How would you feel if I was drunk?”

His face dropped at that, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, brushing a curl out of his face, “Let’s go to bed, we can talk about this in the morning. Sound good?”

“You’re not going to leave are you?”

“I’d never leave you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The (Second) First Kiss :

Hearing a groan behind you, you couldn’t hide your laugh. “Morning Sunshine, coffees on the table. Making you some eggs and bacon.”

“You’re an Angel, mind telling me what happened last night.”

“One word : tequila.”

“I’m gonna murder Harrington.”

“Well he told me it was all your idea Pretty Boy, plus I don’t think you’ll be doing anything with that hangover.”

He sat on the couch, cradling a mug of coffee like it was his love and joy. “Did you come and get me?”

“Told you I would.”

“Thank you.”

You slid the food onto the plate, handing it to Eddie, “Eat, I’m going to get dressed and then buy you some gatorade.”

“Then we’ll talk about the kiss?”

His words were muffled with bacon, “What did you say?”

“The kiss. I kissed you. Or did you lie when you said we’d talk about it? If you don’t like me like that I get it.”

You sighed, “Eds it’s not that. You’re my best friend, I’m so scared well ruin it.”

“We won’t, come on it’s us. Plus we’ll never know if we don’t try.”

“Eds-“

“I like you. Do you like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then there’s our answer.” He put down the plate, standing up go meet your lips.

His hands pulled you closer by the waist, you hands resting at the base of his neck, playing with the curls that lived there.

“We’ll be okay,” he whispered against your mouth. “We’ll be okay,” you repeated, huffing a laugh. “What’s funny?”

“You taste of tequila and bacon.”

The boy groaned, resting his head in your neck, making you smile. “I’ll go get some gatorade, you rest.”

“Thanks Sweetheart,” he said, kissing your head.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sick Kisses :

“How are you feeling?” You asked, sitting down next to Eddie. He’d called you the night before saying he had come down with something and Wayne was forcing him to stay home.

“Rough,”he said voice hoarse.

“When was the last time you had medicine?”

“Like an hour ago, I can’t have anymore yet.”

You brushed his curls out his face, “I’m sorry you feel sick baby.”

“I feel better now you’re here.” You laughed, “God Munson, even when you’re sick, you’re a sweet talker.”

“Don’t you know it,” he laughed, making himself cough. “Careful,” you spoke, grabbing a glass of water from beside his bed. “Here, take some sips.”

He did, slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re a great nurse.”

“I wish I could make you better,” you said.

“You have. Just by being here.”

“I missed you at school today.”

“I bet, I’m the best.”

Smiling you shook your head, “So cocky,” leaning down to kiss his lips he turned his head. “Hey!” you said.

“We can’t kiss, you’ll get sick.”

“But-“

“Baby no!” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes, groaning, “Fine. I’ll just have to kiss you here,” you pecked his cheek, “And here,”one to his nose, “And here,” a final one to his forehead.

“I’m cured!” he said, grinning, his face flushed. “I knew it’d work. Kisses are the best medicine.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

After-Sex Kisses :

Your breathing slowed, Eddies arm thrown over your waist. His bare chest, against the skin of your back. Your body was sweaty and warm, and felt floaty and beautiful.

“You okay?” he whispered into your hair. You hummed, running your fingers against his arm. “I’m so okay.” You were in a daze like state, you tended to be like this whenever you and Eddie would sleep together.

“Your head a bit fuzzy?”

“Mhm, but it’s good fuzzy,” you reassured him. “Okay baby.” You felt his lips on your shoulder, soft butterfly kisses. This had become a routine.

He clean you up and leave gentle presses at every part of skin he could touch. Even though what you had done before seem a lot more intimate , the kisses made your cheeks burn.

He pressed his mouth on your stomach, thighs, neck, collar bones, arm and all over your face. Your body was tired, your eyes drooping, “Go to sleep baby, I’ve got you.”

You knew he did. You trusted him, letting your mind drift away for the night, feeling the gentle brushes of Eddies lips as you did so.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Embarrassed Kisses :

You laughed, Eddies arms around your middle, as you cooked scrambled eggs for the pair of you. “You, Eddie Munson, are a little goblin.”

“So I’ve been told,” he smiled, kissing the side of your head.

“Go wash up, food will be ready soon.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Weird.”

“Oh right, I’m Sir.”

“In your dreams.”

“You know it babe,” he winked, walking to the bathroom.

You stood in front of the stove, Eddies shirt and your shorts on, your skin was on show - the bruised skin. Because apparently Eddie become a vampire when you have sex.

You didn’t mind it, it just meant a lot of makeup or turtlenecks. Humming to yourself as you plated up the eggs and toast, you didn’t hear the door open.

“Morning,” a gruff voice spoke, making you jump slightly. You turned to see Wayne, taking off his shoes, “Uh hi Wayne,” you said, waving a wooden spoon in hand.

“How’s things?” he asked.

“Good.”

“Good,” he looked up from his laces, eyes widening slightly, unable to miss the large love bites littered over your neck and thighs.

“I uh … I made eggs, I was just about to get ready to go,” you said quickly, putting the spoon down. You almost ran to Eddies room grabbing your clothes and changing.

You grabbed your bag, walking down the hall to leave, but bumped into Eddie. “Well hello,” he smiled, before noticing your expression and addition of clothes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, cupping your cheek, brown eyes full of concern. “Waynes home.”

“Yeah?”

“He saw all the … the bites. I’m just a bit embarrassed, so I think I’m gonna go. You eggs are on the counter.”

“Do you want me to drive you?”

“No it’s okay, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. But uh just so you know, Wayne doesn’t care, he loves us both, he just wants us to be safe. I know you’re embarrassed, but it’s just a thought.”

“Thanks Eds.”

“Anytime Angel.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, gentle and light, almost like a fairy. He did the same to your mouth.

{After you left}

“So uh you a vampire now?”

“Can we not.”

“You using protection?”

“Of course.”

“Just making sure.”

“I’m not dumb.”

“Whatever you say Dracula.”

“Wayne!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

I love you Kisses :

Lay side by side, you breathed out looking up to the beautiful night sky. Stars littered across, a crescent moon twinkling brightly, it was so lovely to look at.

“This was a good idea,” Eddie spoke from beside you. “I knew you’d like it.”

“Well I’m with you, I’d like anything.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends antics, forever the flirt. You drove out to lovers lake after a long week of work. It was nice to unwind with the person you loved most.

“You remind me of the stars,” Eddie spoke.

“Huh?”

“You remind me of the stars,” he repeated.

“How so?”

“You can’t help but find them beautiful and be in awe of them, even from a billion galaxies away. I feel that way for you, I’d love you billions of galaxies away.”

“Love me?” you asked, heart thumping in your chest. “Yeah, I do, love you that is.” His face was pink, you leaned up on your elbow, smiling down at him. “I love you.”

“You do?” he questioned, almost out of breath. “I do, I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he breathed a laugh, smile breaking over his face.

His hands came to your cheeks pulling you down to meet him, lips met messily, but so lovingly. His tongue danced with yours, pulling you as close as physically possible, pouring every ounce of love and adoration into this one action.

“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth. “I love you Eddie Munson.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

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[onelittlespiral]

FML:Relax

From the moment I arrived, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had come on vacation to kick back for a few days and get some action, but the resort had nearly no women and was instead populated with almost all men. They seemed like nice guys when I talked to them, certainly my kind of guys with how jacked they were. Or at least I thought so.

“Hey cutie, wanna come spend some time with daddy?”

“A newbie! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and sweet with you.”

“You looking to top or bottom?”

I realized I must have come on the Gay Days, and the men there were not shy about coming on to me. I tried to politely excuse myself whenever they turned the topic to sex. I spent a lot of time at the pool trying to just relax and have a good time, but it was starting to tick me off.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.”

A man came and sat next to me. He was a scruffy guy, tanned and huge like most of the rest of them. The scent of sunscreen and BO rolled off him. His arms were wrapped in some nerdy tattoos but their size clearly showed he worked out hard. If he wasn’t here this week I would assume him to be a good pick for a gym bud.

“Yeah, first time. Didn’t realize I booked…uh…this week. Not really my scene.”

Something in his demeanor changed. It was hard to describe, but I felt a lot more at ease. He leaned over and began whisper to me,

“If I’m being honest. It isn’t much for me either. But fuck these gay guys know how to party. They’ve got just about anything you could want to take, and basically just pass the shit around. You ever actually tried poppers? I was fucked up bro.”

Maybe it was finally meeting another straight guy but I began relaxing.

He continued, “I got some stashed if you want to swing by and try some shit out.”

Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be such a wash.

I stopped by his room later that afternoon. He greeted me at the door and invited me in as he promised to show off the goods. The room was trashed. The floor was strewn with dirty shirts, shorts, and jockstraps. Shot glasses and beers were stuck to the tables. The bed was drenched in sweat. I stepped in and took a seat on the couch, cautions to avoid the mess. He sat down next to me.

“So, what have you got?”

“You now babe,” he said, throwing his arm in the air.

“Whaaaa…haaa” I started before my brain was afloat.

I slowly leaned forward, drawn in by the thick musk that radiated from his pit. I tried to resist but soon my nose was pressed against it as his sweat filled my brain. I tried to pull back but he rested his arm against the back of my head, pinning me as my brain shut down on the fumes. It wasn’t long before my tongue lolled out of my mouth.

“There you go. Relax. Good boy.”

Good boy. It echoed in my brain, bouncing till it was the only thought left. I quivered in anticipation as I continued to drink in his scent and let his hair tickle my face.

“Yeah, lap it up big boy. This is right where you belong. It was designed just for you, to trap guys and help them fit in a bit more.”

What did he mean by that? But as he told me to lap it up, it was no longer good enough to just smell. I gave a hesitant lick. It only took one as his sweat swam across my mind. All functionality shut down as I worshipped that pit. As I did, I began to feel a change. Deep within an itch, a need developed. A need to be desired by this man… no. To be desired by men. Any who would have me. I felt a new power flow through me, a revitalized energy and strength. He pulled my dumbstruck face out of his pit and gave my hair a quick tousle. His hand glided down my cheek to my chin, and with a firm flick of his wrist pulled my lips to his. He pressed my face to his in a deep kiss as new memories filled my mind. Memories of long nights dancing and drinking at bars. Days working out getting shredded before hitting the sauna for some fun. Of pride parades and glitter in my beard. The longer he kissed me the more I felt myself grow completely comfortable in his arms. I belonged here, with all the hottest guys living it up for a week at the resort. I had been coming here for years to show off, party hard, and fuck into the early morning. My old self was being flushed away, leaking out of my cock, while the new personality filled in the gaps.

My body began to change where his hands brushed over my body. Arms swelled as biceps grew to mounds on my arms. Pecs hung heavy with muscle. Thighs and legs sent slow rips through my shorts until they had burst through, leaving my swelling cock to fight the jockstrap underneath. Feet inched across the floor as my toes curled from the strain. Every inch writhed beneath his touch. He pulled me back to inspect me.

“Damn you’re turning out well, some of my finest work.”

I mumbled in agreement, still stuck in a state of ecstasy as I felt new power surging through me. “Time to seal the deal.”

He slid his jock down, and the full force of his sweat and musk sent my brain swimming. I couldn’t resist as he slid his cock down my open throat, balls deep, and began face fucking me. As his bush filled my nostrils, pre slid down my throat in a steady stream. I felt warm all over, as a deep tan set in. I had come to this resort for years and loved sunbathing and showing off my muscles. The heat persisted, turning to a sweat, the sweat turning to a deep funk. It was the same smell invading my mind and body as he continued to thrust, deeper as my body adjusted to years of sucking men off. It felt like no surprise as a dusting of hair covered my pecs, then pushed down my stomach before my shaved down bush exploded. My pits filled in to better capture my own smell, and keep me just a little high on my own supply.

“Fuck yeah little bro, you’re gonna be so good out there.”

He slipped a hat over my head, and my mind filled with a new purpose. To kick back at this resort and fucking party. To feel pride in who I was and become one of the community. But, most importantly, to grow the tribe and bring more guys into the fold. I felt his cock tense in my mouth as my mind slowed down to accept my place as a gay god, to worship my bros and be worshiped. As thick ropes shot down my throat, I felt strong. I smelt rank. And I was fucking home.

The next day, a new guy showed up to the resort. Skinny, shy, out of place. I came over to talk with him.

“First time here, bro?”

“Yeah, not quite sure I belong.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. Throwing my arm behind my head. My musk caught his attention as his eyes began glazing over, “Why don’t I show you around?”

“Ye…yeah…yeah.”

“Don’t worry,” his face was soon resting in my pit, and I saw his muscles twitch with anticipation, “you’re gonna fit right in bro.”

[knoepfl]

Scary Movies and Stu

Characters: Stu Macher, Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: Mild mentions of horror movie violence, slight teasing about fear

Masterlist

Words: 890

Author’s Note:

This fanfiction features a cozy, playful night in with Stu Macher, where the two of you watch scary movies together. It’s lighthearted with some romantic moments and a bit of teasing. Enjoy!

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It was late on a chilly October evening when you found yourself curled up on Stu Macher’s couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the dim living room. Halloween decorations littered the space—fake cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and a few jack-o’-lanterns grinning from the windowsill.

“You ready for some real horror?” Stu asked, his signature mischievous grin spreading across his face. He sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.

You gave him a wary glance. “Depends. Are we talking fun horror or traumatizing horror?”

Stu let out a dramatic laugh. “Come on, babe! What’s the fun in scary movies if they don’t make you scream?” He popped open a bag of popcorn, tossing a handful into his mouth. “Trust me, this one’s a classic.”

You shot him a playful glare. "Yeah, well, I don’t like jumping out of my skin every five minutes."

Stu leaned closer, bumping his shoulder against yours. “That’s the whole point, babe! It’s not scary if you know what’s coming.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. There was something infectious about Stu’s enthusiasm, even if his taste in movies was… questionable at best. He always had that boyish energy—like he was constantly in on some joke only he knew. It made him frustrating, sure, but also kind of irresistible.

Stu picked up the remote and pressed play, the familiar intro music of Halloween filling the room.

“Oh, great,” you muttered. “The one with the creepy guy in the mask.”

Stu gave you a sly grin. “You mean Michael Myers? The OG slasher? Come on, babe, you gotta give it a chance!”

You sighed, nestling deeper into the cushions as the opening scenes began to play. Stu adjusted himself, shifting closer to you until his leg pressed against yours. His arm, still draped over the back of the couch, slipped down to rest across your shoulders.

“You’re not scared already, are you?” he teased, his voice dropping into a playful whisper.

“No,” you said, though the way you clutched the edge of the blanket betrayed your nerves.

Stu noticed, of course. He always did.

“Aw, don’t worry,” he said with a grin. “I’ll protect you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “From a fictional serial killer?”

“Damn right,” Stu said with mock seriousness. “If Michael Myers comes through that door, I’ll take him down myself.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound soft and warm in the dim room. Stu smiled, clearly pleased to have gotten that reaction from you.

The movie rolled on, and soon enough, the tension in the scenes started to build. You tried your best to stay calm, but every jump scare had your heart racing a little faster.

“Jeez, babe,” Stu said after one particularly loud scare made you flinch. “You’re wound up tighter than a spring.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, embarrassed. “It’s the music! It’s creepy.”

Stu chuckled, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Want me to cover your eyes?”

“No!” you protested quickly. “I can handle it.”

Stu gave you a knowing look, clearly enjoying your discomfort. But instead of teasing you further, he pulled you closer against him, his arm wrapping around you protectively.

“There,” he said. “Now you’ve got Stu Security. No masked killers getting through me.”

You rolled your eyes again but leaned into him, grateful for the warmth and the comfort of his presence.

The movie continued, and you found yourself relaxing bit by bit. With Stu beside you—his goofy comments breaking the tension—you felt safe, even when the music swelled and the on-screen terror reached its peak.

At one point, he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “Babe, if we were in a horror movie, you’d totally be the Final Girl.”

You snorted. “Right. The slow one who trips over everything?”

Stu grinned, unfazed by your sarcasm. “Nah. The badass who outsmarts everyone and makes it out alive. And you know what?”

“What?”

“If anyone tried to mess with you,” he whispered, his tone playful but with just the faintest edge of something more serious, “I’d make sure they regretted it.”

You looked up at him, the flickering TV light catching the mischief in his eyes, and for a moment, the playful banter fell away. There was something genuine in his words, something that made your heart squeeze just a little.

“Thanks, Stu,” you said softly.

He smirked, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and pressed a quick, unexpected kiss to your temple.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“See?” he said with a grin, his voice light again. “Told you I’d keep you safe.”

You tried to play it cool, but your cheeks were warm, and the way Stu smiled told you he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

The movie ended eventually, but neither of you moved. You stayed curled up against him, his arm still draped around your shoulders, the warmth of his kiss lingering on your skin.

“Wanna watch another one?” Stu asked, his voice low and content.

You smiled, feeling safe and warm despite the spooky night outside.

“Only if you promise not to make fun of me.”

“No promises,” he said with a laugh, but his arm tightened around you just a little more.

And for once, you didn’t mind.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! Stu Macher is such a chaotic and fun character, and I wanted to capture that playful side of him while also showing how he can be protective in his own weird way. I hope you enjoyed this cozy moment with him!

[sanemistar]

𝜗𝜚 husband!satoru x fem!reader, fluff to angst (coping, sad ending) 𝜗𝜚 back: jjk m.list

you’re up earlier than usual today, why? because you’re sending your husband off before he goes on another long mission, you always get up early to give him a proper send off. it’s been like that even before marriage, so you’re used to it. ever since he told you once that you’re his lucky charm and seeing your face before he leaves is always a good sign and you’ve made it your mission to be there for him before his departure.

“i wish i could stay here with you forever, babe. i don’t wanna go. i don’t wanna leave..” satoru whines as he holds you tightly in his arms. you reach your arms out and wrap them around his neck as your fingertips gently caress his soft silver hair. but as you stare at his blindfolded face, you see hints of sadness. the way he emphasizes on the word leave doesn’t sit well with you either, and you begin to fret a little.

“letting you go is hard for me too, toru. but i trust that you’ll come back to me soon, safe and sound. my husband is the strongest after all.” you shake your worries away and praise satoru who begins to pepper your face with soft kisses.

“can i take your blindfolds off? i want to see your beautiful eyes one more time.” you get a dire need to look at his mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. to which he nods as you slowly begin to take it off his face, revealing the pair of eyes that has got you enchanted. you capture the beauty of his eyes in your mind, you engrave his looks in your head as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see them.

“your husband, the chosen one, will come back to his home where his wife is. i’ll make sure of it. my baby, my love, my life. i love you, so much.” satoru coos, trying to reassure you as he cups your face in his big hands before sealing his lips with yours. you smile softly into the kiss, his lips taste like sugar, ever so sweet. shortly after, you break from the kiss. slowly panting as you try to catch your breath.

“i’ll be waiting here for you, my dear husband. i love you, and i’ll see you soon.” you say your final goodbye, and he smiles at you one more time before he shuts the door behind him. unknowingly, this turns out to be the last time you get to see satoru and his beautiful smile, this is your final send off.

𝜗𝜚 taglist: @yueliie @spkyssn @ayrastv @satroucat

[writtenbymoonflower]

okay!! if you’re stilly up for smutty reqs, i have one! with james or peter or whoever you think fits best <3

secretly shy!reader who is generally outgoing and confident, but she loses that confidence in one-on-one interactions with her love interest. and her almost-not-quite boyfriend is always very sweet and doting until he gets her alone, and he can’t really resist bullying her a little for being secretly shy. “bullying” meaning dominant and teasing, ofc <3

Hi gorgeous! this doesn't have smut but it's implied at the end, hope that's okay! tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

500 words

“Sorry it took me so long, it’s like the mall at Christmas out there.” Peter groaned, setting his drink down on his chest of drawers. He shut the door behind him, muffling the blaring bass of the music that was playing in the main part of the house. 

“Don’t worry about it.” You sat up properly, pretending you weren’t half asleep before he came in. In your defense, his bed was really comfortable, perfectly soft, piled with pillows and warm blankets (and it smelled like him, but you weren’t going to linger on that particular comfort for long). 

He smiled at you in the boyish way he always did, but the effect it had on you was amplified in your solitude. You looked away as he stalked forward, flopping down on his bed next to you and looking up at you with his big brown eyes. “Hi there.”

“Hi to you too.” You played with your fingers. His hand found your thigh and you tried not to shiver. 

“How are you doin’, babe.” There was an edge of teasing in his tone that made your cheeks heat.

“‘M okay.” You said as he smoothed his hand up and down your leg, squeezing your hip affectionately. 

“Got nothing to say now?” He was smiling something wicked and waggling his brows at you. “You had a lot to say earlier.” If you were feeling more bold you would say something like ‘I would respond if you were saying something interesting’ but you couldn’t get the words off your tongue. He cooed at you in a way that made you turn to ash on the spot. You groaned, falling back against his pillows. 

“You’re so mean.” You covered your face. 

“I’m mean?” He scoffed. “What makes you say that, sweet thing?” 

“You know why.” You said from behind your hands. 

“Not sure I do,” He started to crawl on top of you, caging you underneath him. Your stomach started to heat. “Think I’m gonna need you to tell me.” You shook your head. He laughed evilly, reveling in your embarrassment. This was his favorite game, and your most hated. Though some part of you, deep in your core, loved it. And to your demise, he knew.

 His hand slid up your waist, feeling the flesh there before grabbing both your wrists in his one hand to uncover your warm face. “C’mon, baby. Talk to me.” He chuckled. You shook your head again. 

“You’re enjoying this too much.” You whispered. 

“I won’t argue with that.” He smiled down at you. “But I can think of something I would enjoy a lot more. ‘Think that you would too.” He winked. You groaned and tried to wrestle your hands back to cover your face. He just laughed at you. “Okay fine, I’ll be nice. You’ll be speaking up soon, anyway.” He gave you a knowing look before sitting back on his knees, looking at you like he was about to eat you. 

He was right, soon you were much louder.

[reigningqueenofwords]

What Are You Watching?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rolling over, you cracked an eye. “Babe, what are you watching at…” You glanced at the clock. “2 in the morning?!” You yawned. “Aren’t you beat from the hunt?” 

“The Shining.” He shrugged a shoulder. “And nah, not really.” He countered. “Want me to turn it down so you can go back to sleep?” Dean looked at you, not wanting to keep you up. 

“What I’d like is for my boyfriend to shut off the creepy Jack Nicholson movie and cuddle me.” You tried. “And for him to not be sleep deprived.” You added on for good measure. “Please?” 

He sighed and caved. “Sure.” He nodded, shutting off the tv and moving to get comfortable with you. Dean knew that once you were back to sleep, he’d probably lay there for a bit before turning the tv back on.

Two towns later, it happened again. “Babe, why are you watching Terminator this late?” You groaned, putting your arm over your eyes. “It’s late, and we have to get up to interview people in the morning.” 

“I’ll get some coffee.” He told you. His eyes never left the screen. “It’s only got half an hour left, then I’ll try to get some sleep, deal?” 

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, you rolled your eyes as you yawned. “Dean, it’s 3:30 in the morning.” You informed him, although you doubted that he cared. This had been going on since not long after he came back from hell three months prior. “I will buy you all three Lord of the Rings movies in the morning if you shut it off and get some sleep.” You tried, sitting up. “As much as I adore Frodo…I don’t feel like hearing him talk right now. Please, you’re not sleeping much, and I’m getting worried.” 

“If I wait until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, the nightmares aren’t as bad.” He sighed. “Otherwise they start as soon as I close my eyes.” 

“Oh, baby.” You sagged. Crawling over the bed, you moved to hold him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think of that.” There was no way that he wouldn’t have nightmares after what he went through. “How about I make a run to the Circle K down the street, and we finish this together?” If he wasn’t sleeping because he couldn’t, you would stay up with him. 

He gave you a half smile. “You don’t have to do that.” He assured you. 

“Tough. I am putting on pants, getting us snacks, and we are going to cheer on Sam and Frodo!” You kissed his cheek before getting off the bed to pull on some pants. 

Dean watched you, knowing how lucky he was. “Babe?” He called when you opened the door, making you look over at him. “I love you.” 

You grinned. “I love you, too.”

[simphornies]

Angst! I choose you! (That was cringe I'm sorry 😭)

Can I please request a Vox x Female Reader where Reader protected Vox from Valentino

(PS: Val killed Reader in the process)

And because of that Velvette has to take care of a Depressed Vox

A/N: My friend and I were going back and forth on ideas for this because we love angst. I hope you guys enjoy! A part 2 will be made for this because I love you guys

Word count: 1.6k (1,611) Warnings: ANGST, valentino being a FUCKER, descriptions of violence, death, there is no mention of y/n but it's f!reader

My Beloved [ Vox x F!Reader ]

Vox got into another argument with Valentino. Both overlords had anger issues so their arguments always end up becoming explosive with glassware being thrown around. You came in as soon as you got word of their fight. When you ran into his office, it was clear that it was about you again. Valentino shoved you out of his way, glaring at you, seething with anger. He slammed the door shut but you couldn’t care any less. You ran to your lover’s side and held his hand.

“Vox? What happened?” You frowned, seeing all the broken glass. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s…” He hesitated and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll always worry, my beloved.” You held his hand close, “Is it about the shoot again?” He sighed and nodded.

“He came in here demanding I convince you to be in one of his movies. I told him no and well,” He gestured to the shattered glass that littered his office, “You see how well that fucking turned out. Fucking moth just won’t stop. I told him that there’s nothing he could ever offer for your body! He ju-” You gently tighten your grip on his hand, cutting him off. He looked at you and the worry in your eyes melted his anger away. “I’m sorry, baby. It just makes me so angry when fuckers like him think they have any right to a sweetheart like you.”

“I’m sorry I’m causing this much stress.” You said softly, “I’ll talk to him if you need me to!”

“No!” He said as his screen got brighter with his increased panic, “No, babe. It’s fine. I got it handled. I promise, okay?”

You knelt next to him, your head on his lap, “Okay. But if anything happens, I’ll always be here for you, my beloved.”

He smiled, gently caressing your head, “Of all the souls in Hell, I know that the most, my dear.”

Your relationship with Vox seemed to come out of nowhere to those that didn’t know the past he shared with you. Velvette was the first to learn about his life with you before he died. He confided in her. At first she just wanted tea on his life before Hell but it ended up with her showing genuine interest. He had been pining for you even after his death. He wanted so desperately to confess how much he loved you. You never left his mind in his final hours and when he found himself in Hell, his heart broke. He feared that he would never meet you again. This fear pushed him into trying to get into relationships with people that had the smallest of reminders of you. You were an angel to him, the gentlest soul he’d ever met. He was sure that you would go to Heaven but when he saw you aimlessly roaming the streets of Hell, he rushed to meet you. You didn’t recognize him at first glance but the moment you heard his voice, everything fell into place. He, honestly, didn’t understand how you ended up in Hell. You had to remind him that you ran his “business” with him. His love for you blinded him from your heinous crimes, almost erasing it from his memory just out of adoration for you. He got such a massive ego boost when he learned you went on a bit of a rampage after his death that led to your execution.

It wasn’t long after your arrival that the two of you entered a honeymoon phase, constantly out on dates and always being at each other’s sides. After months of flirting, teasing and a multitude of dates, Vox finally asked you out. He was bad at romance more than he’d like to admit. Without Velvette’s help, he was definitely going to change his mind. The way he asked you out made you think he was going to propose. He had petals scattered on the floor and held the sweetest flowers he could buy in Hell. He was a nervous wreck waiting for you to arrive at the location he sent. The sight of him standing disheveled in front of a giant “Will you be mine?” neon sign made you burst out into laughter. But you said yes nonetheless.

Days passed after the argument. You were walking up to Vox’s office and as you got close you heard yelling. It was Valentino starting another fight. You started to run as soon as you heard glass breaking. When you reach the doorway you see Valentino aim a glass cup at Vox.

You grabbed his arm to stop him and raised your voice. “Stop! Valentino, that's enough!”

Valentino got angrier at your attempt to stop him and he pushed you off of him, knocking you down to the ground. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch. You’re lower than me, don’t forget that.” He hissed. Vox ran to your side and helped you up.

You scowled at him as you held your head high, “I don’t give a single shit who you are. You’re a little bitch baby that can’t take no for an answer.” You spat back.

“What the fuck did you call me?!” He yelled and began to step closer to you. Vox blocked him from getting any closer.

“Val. Fuck off. I said no and my decision isn’t going to change.”

You saw Valentino raise his hand to hit Vox. Without thinking, you pulled Vox out of the way. You barely dodged his swing, his claw scratching your cheek deep enough for it to draw blood. You growled at him and slapped him across the face. It shocked all three of you. Your confidence faded once Valentino opened his wings, his face shrouded in rage.

In the blink of an eye, he had you by the throat. You instinctively held onto his hands, trying to pry his tightening grip on your neck. His hold alone left bruises on your neck. Before Vox could reach him, Valentino flew through Vox’s balcony. He used your head to break through the glass door, making you scream from fear.

“Valentino! What are you doing?!” Vox yelled, running after him.

“Aw, what?” He teased, “You’re telling me you really give a fuck about this bitch?” He laughed, menacingly. You struggled against him and managed to get a glimpse of how high up you were. “You loved me too, remember? Before her.”

“Put her down, Valentino!” He screamed, glitching from both fear and anger. His pleas received laughter.

“You’re turning out so pathetic and soft, Vox.” He grins, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. “I’ll put her down, just for you~”

Your eyes widened at his tone and knew exactly what was coming. You looked at Vox with tears in your eyes. The fear in his eyes broke your heart. His hand reached out towards you as if he could reach you. THe only thing you could do was smile at him. He couldn’t get himself to smile back, he could only stare at you. This exchange only fueled Valentino’s rage.

“V-Vox.” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from Valentino’s grasp. “I love y-”

Before you could continue, you were suddenly pummeling towards the concrete below you.

“No!” Vox screamed at the top of his lungs.

You heard his cry for you. You heard Valentino’s cackle. As you got closer to the ground, you relaxed your body and shut your eyes, accepting what was about to happen. And then you no longer heard anything. You didn’t hear the way Vox screamed and cried. You didn’t hear the hums of electricity that came before his power outages. You died from Valentino’s rage.

All power was cut off in Pentagram City. He heard your last words. He knew what you wanted to say. After the time you shared together, you had never told him “I love you.” because of your personal past. He didn’t need to hear you say it, you both knew how much you love each other. He didn’t know that you were finally ready to tell him you love him. He didn’t know he helped you get over your past. And he’ll never get to hear you say you love him. He’ll never hear your sweet voice again. He’ll never get to make up the time he lost with you. The only time he’ll be able to hold you again was to collect you from the ground.

His heart was shattered. It was obvious to everyone around him. Vox never left his security room. He locked himself in there and drank his pain away. He played the videos he had of you, looked at your photos and longed for your smile. He’ll never hear your songs, your jokes, your laugh or see your smile. He was alone again.

The only person that managed to get into his security room was Velvette. She did her best to comfort him and get him to clean up. Everytime she went in there, the entire room would reek of alcohol and grief. As cold as her heart was, the sight of him crying at your photos and videos broke her. She grew close to you when you first came. Her first impression of you was from Vox’s lovestruck stories and meeting you was a different ride. She understood why Vox loved you the way he did. She never spoke of it but she cried with Vox when you died. She was enraged. The only thing that stopped her from killing Valentino herself was the grief.

None of the Vees spoke to Valentino for months and that pissed him off.

Tag list: @froggybich @baizzhu @dickmastersworld @matrixbearer2024 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You’re not ready but you have to be. The taxi ride doesn’t give you much time to get yourself together. You tip the driver and thank them before you get out to face the music.

The red brick building lures you back to reality. You barely get a step into the apartment before your name rings out. Barrett appears at the end of the hall and you shut the door.

You sigh and hang up your keys and purse. You keep your phone in your hand and face him. 

“Hey, I called work. Let them know I’d be starting late.” He sways at the threshold to the front room. He’s nervous, maybe even guilty. You ignore that tickle in the back of your head. 

You’re silent as you veer into the kitchen. He follows and looms behind you. He teeters in the doorway as you put your phone on the counter. You focus on making another coffee. 

“Are you feeling okay? You look tired.” He’s pandering just like he always does after a fight. He won’t apologise, he’ll just act like a dog with its tail between its legs. 

“Yeah, I’m tired. Exhausted. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to wash my mug out.” 

You open the cupboard and take out a cup. He sniffs. “Honey, please, I swear, it wasn’t about the mug. I’m stressed and I miss you--” 

“So, you call me lazy? You yell at me?” You slam down the lid of the machine. The surge of anger quickly swells and erases the night already washed away with the vodka. “I told you, if you ever yell at me--” 

“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. I was emotional. I was stupid. I don’t know why I started it all. Really. I think...” he shakes his head and drops his chin. He looks up at you shyly and gives a sad smile. “I miss you. I guess having you mad at me is better than you ignoring me so--” 

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I asked for five minutes to change and you wouldn’t get off my back.” 

“Yeah.” He rubs his cheek and mopes. He stares at you and you stare back. You wait. The air roils between you as he thinks. You see the frantic glimmer in his eyes. “Oh, uh... I’m sorry?” 

“Are you apologising or are you just saying what I want to hear?” You challenge. 

“No, I’m sorry,” he says more firmly. 

“For?”  

His brows furrow and his lips part. “For... uh... babe... you know... what I did.” 

The machine quits grinding and you throw your hands up. You turn around and pour yourself a cup. You inhale the scent and it eases the hangover thumping in your skull. 

“Just go to work.” 

“Babe--” 

“Take some coffee, I don’t care,” you swipe up your phone and shuffle toward the other door. “But go. We need space.” 

He doesn’t speak until you reach the doorway, “I’m trying.” 

You don’t respond. You go to the bedroom and shut the door. You need a shower and sleep. You want to wash off yesterday and forget it all.  

You can hear Barrett in the kitchen. Your phone vibrates and you check the screen. You expect a call-in but find a text instead. It’s from a strange number. The message makes your heart skip. 

‘Last night was amazing. Would love to see you again. Let me know when’s good for you.’ 

Your hand shakes and you gape at the text. You tap your thumb to expand the options and hit the center; ‘block’. Last night did not happen. You put your coffee on the nightstand and chew your lip. 

As soon as the message swooshes away, another flies in. It’s Wendy; ‘hey, you good? You left before I woke up.’ 

Your blood slows and your head pulses. You have to sit down. You grimace at your phone. She doesn’t remember either. She has no idea you didn’t go back to her place. Good. That means it can all stay forgotten. 

You press reply and steady the phone with both hands. ‘Sorry, had to get back. Barrett called. Thanks for the night out.’ 

You hit send. As soon as your fingertips touches the screen, your stomach flips. You throw your phone on the bed and race to the door. You swing it open and scurry into the bathroom.

You hurl into the toilet as your husband calls from the kitchen, “babe? Everything okay? Want to me to stay home and take care of you?” 

You groan and lean your head on your arm. You heave and swallow back another wave of nausea.

“Just go!” You snarl back. 

Maybe it’s what he did. Maybe it’s what you can’t remember you did but you need him gone. You just need a chance to get your head straight and figure it all out.  Not just what happened or didn’t happen, but what’s going to happen next.

You can’t keep doing this with Barrett. This is the last fight you’re having about a goddamn dish. 

[may-russell]

Camping with Hamzah

Ever since Hamzah went camping for the weekend with Martin, he hasn’t shut up about wanting to do it again, with you this time. After a couple weeks of pushing, you finally agreed.

Word count: 1.8k

!established relationship

!hamzah x fem reader

fluff

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The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across your living room as you packed the last of your things into a large backpack. The atmosphere inside was warm and comfortable, but the excitement was palpable. Ever since Hamzah went camping with Martin for the weekend, he hadn’t stopped talking about it. His eyes would light up every time he described the crisp morning air, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot, and the quiet serenity of being surrounded by nothing but nature.

“It’s the perfect way to unwind, babe,” he’d said for the hundredth time, his smile contagious. “You’ve been working so hard. This is exactly what you need to de-stress.”

You were a little skeptical at first, having never been camping before. The thought of sleeping outside, vulnerable to the elements and the animals that roamed the woods, was a little daunting. But Hamzah had a way of making everything sound like an adventure. His enthusiasm was infectious, and eventually, you found yourself nodding along, agreeing to give it a shot.

Now, as you zipped up the backpack and turned to face him, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Hamzah, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. He was already in full camping gear—cargo pants, a thick long sleeved shirt, and hiking boots that looked like they had seen their fair share of trails.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

You nodded, trying to push aside the nervous flutter in your stomach. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The drive to the campsite was long, but there was never a boring moment between you two. You spent the time singing along to your favorite songs, making plans for the weekend, and listening to Hamzah’s excited descriptions of the best parts of camping. As the car wound its way up the mountain roads, you started to relax, his confidence in the trip helping to soothe your anxiety.

After hours of driving, Hamzah finally parked the car at a small, gravel lot on the side of the road. It was a remote spot, the kind that only seasoned campers would know about. You stepped out, stretching your legs, and looked around. The trailhead was marked by a wooden signpost, the path itself winding into the dense forest, almost hidden among the trees.

“Okay, from here, it’s about an hour’s hike to the campsite,” Hamzah said, shouldering his backpack. “It’s not too tough, but it’ll be a good warm-up.”

You nodded, nerves bubbling up inside you. The trail looked beautiful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were up for the challenge.

Seeing the apprehension on your face, Hamzah smiled and reached for your hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right here with you the whole time. And trust me, the view at the top is worth it.”

With his encouragement, you adjusted your backpack, took a deep breath, and began walking. The trail was narrow and lined with towering trees, their leaves forming a green canopy overhead. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting shadows on the forest floor. As you moved deeper into the woods, the sounds of the highway faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot.

The path gradually began to incline, and soon you found yourself climbing over rocks and tree roots. Hamzah moved with an easy grace, clearly in his element, while you focused on keeping your footing and pacing yourself. He would occasionally glance back, offering words of encouragement or pointing out something interesting—a cluster of wildflowers, a bird perched on a branch, or the way the sunlight hit a particular tree.

“You’re doing great,” he said as you paused to catch your breath. The incline was steeper now, and your legs were starting to burn with the effort. “Just a little bit further.”

You nodded, wiping a bit of sweat from your brow. Despite the challenge, there was something exhilarating about the hike. The fresh air filled your lungs, and the natural beauty surrounding you was unlike anything you’d seen before. With Hamzah leading the way, you felt motivated to keep going.

After what felt like a long while, the trees began to thin, and you could see a break in the forest up ahead. The trail flattened out, and Hamzah slowed his pace, letting you catch up. “We’re almost there,” he said, his voice laced with excitement. “Come on, you gotta see this!”.

When you finally arrived, the sun had just set, leaving the sky painted in shades of deep purple and indigo. The campsite was nestled in a small clearing surrounded by tall pines, their needles rustling softly in the cool evening breeze. It was peaceful, almost magical, and you could see why Hamzah loved it so much.

“Wow,” you whispered, taking it all in. The view was worth every bit of effort it had taken to get here.

Hamzah smiled, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Told you it was worth it.” He walked over to you and pulled you into a side hug, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I knew you’d love it.”

After a few minutes of soaking it in, Hamzah led you along the area, until you reached a small clearing close to the lake. “This is it.” he said, dropping his backpack with a satisfied sigh. “Our campsite for the weekend”. You said as you set down your own pack, feeling a sense of anticipation.

Hamzah took the lead in setting up camp, expertly pitching the tent and getting a small fire started while you helped where you could. He was patient, showing you how to drive the stakes into the ground and how to arrange the firewood just right. It was clear he’d done this before, and his ease and confidence helped you feel more comfortable.

As the night settled in, you both sat by the fire, the flames crackling and casting a warm glow around the campsite. Hamzah handed you a stick with a marshmallow on the end, grinning as you gingerly held it over the fire.

“You’ve got the hang of it,” he said, his voice soft and encouraging.

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease with each passing minute. The fire was warm, the air cool, and the sound of the woods at night was surprisingly soothing. It was different from anything you’d ever experienced, but not in a bad way.

The longer you sat by the fire, the more you found yourself relaxing. Hamzah was right—there was something incredibly calming about being out here, away from the hustle of everyday life. The stress from work seemed to melt away as you talked, laughed, and shared stories by the fire.

The conversation flowed easily between you two, ranging from light-hearted jokes to deeper topics. The flames flickered in Hamzah’s eyes as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of serenity wash over you. The night sky above was clear, with stars beginning to peek out, dotting the darkness with their faint light.

At one point, Hamzah stood up and walked a few steps closer to the lake, looking out over the still water. “This place…it really makes you think,” he said, his voice quieter now, more introspective. “About how small we are, you know? But in a good way. It’s like…all the things we worry about, they don’t seem as big out here.”

You joined him by the water’s edge, the lake’s surface perfectly still, reflecting the sky and trees like a mirror. “I see what you mean,” you replied, feeling the weight of his words. “Everything feels…simpler.”

Hamzah nodded, turning to look at you with a soft smile. “I’m glad you came with me,” he said, his tone sincere. “I knew you’d like it out here.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the fire. “I’m glad I came too.”

For a moment, you both stood there in comfortable silence, just taking in the beauty of the night. The stars twinkled above, the lake was calm, and the woods around you were alive with the sounds of nature. It was perfect.

As the night grew later, you eventually returned to the fire, letting it burn down to embers as you continued talking about everything and nothing. When it was time to sleep, you crawled into the tent, lying down in your sleeping bags with Hamzah beside you. The ground was firm beneath you, but the comfort of being out here, together, made up for it.

Once inside, Hamzah unzipped his sleeping bag slightly and opened his arms to you. “Come here,” he said softly, his voice warm and inviting.

You didn’t hesitate, moving over to snuggle up against him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The closeness was comforting, a familiar warmth that made the tent feel cozier, safer.

Hamzah’s hand gently rubbed your back as he held you, his touch soothing and affectionate. “I love this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair.

You nodded against his chest, feeling a deep sense of connection. “Me too.”

Hamzah tilted his head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You smiled at the tender gesture, lifting your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, full of adoration as he gazed down at you. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was sweet, unhurried, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes without needing words.

You kissed him back, your hand sliding up to rest against his cheek, feeling the slight stubble on his jaw. The kiss deepened just a little, enough to send a warm shiver through you, before he pulled back slightly to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with the truth of the words.

Hamzah smiled, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek before he kissed you again, this time a little longer, a little more lingering. The connection between you felt strong, unbreakable, like nothing in the world could come between you.

When you finally pulled back, you nestled into his arms again, feeling completely at ease. His hand found yours under the covers, fingers entwining as you both settled in for the night.

As you began to drift off, Hamzah’s lips found your temple one last time. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled, your eyes already closing as you responded softly, “Goodnight, Hamzah.”

With that, you let yourself relax completely, the warmth of his embrace and the lingering sweetness of his kisses carrying you into a deep, peaceful sleep. The sounds of the forest became a lullaby, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your head a comforting rhythm that stayed with you as you drifted into dreams, knowing that whatever tomorrow brought, you’d face it together.

[star-girl69]

Take Me To Paris

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: your girlfriend finally takes you on a vacation! …to australia.

a/n: maybe i’ll do a part 2 in which y/n almost dies of spiders and snakes and georgia almost dies of americanness… we’ll see but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!!

Take Me To Paris - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: me desecrating australia, sorry y’all, um swearing, some kissing, mostly fluff, idk if this is normal but i sleep outside sometimes on the trampoline in my backyard so like… this is normal to me lol but idk, lmk if i missed anything!!

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You weren’t exactly scared of flying, more so just constantly aware of every little thing that can go wrong.

You can’t stop bouncing your leg, checking your phone every five seconds to make sure that it is in fact charging, you’ve rechecked your bag for your passport about 20 times, and you’re clutching your boarding pass so hard you’ve kinda crumpled it.

“Let me see your boarding pass.”

You hold out your hand to Georgia, who has been looking at you slightly concerned for the past hour, and she hands over the piece of paper wordlessly.

You scan the piece of paper, ensuring that, again, her name is on it, this is the right flight, and her seat is right next to yours.

You let out a deep breath before passing it back to her.

Everything will be fine. I’m calm. I’m so calm. It’s just a 16 hour flight.

Nevermind. You’re not calm.

“How do you do this?” You finally mutter, your bouncing leg coming to a standstill.

Your girlfriend, who is very annoyingly calm, looks up from her phone.

“Do what?”

“Like, planes. Travel. I just- are you sure it’s 16 hours?”

She smiles. “Yes, babe, I’m sure the flight I’ve taken a million times is 16 hours long.”

You let out a huff, putting your head into your hands. You’re sitting at one of those charging tables near your gate, waiting anxiously for them to finally start boarding, while Georgia stands next to you, completely unbothered.

She tuts and rubs your back. “I promise you’re going to be completely fine, yeah? You’re just psyching yourself out.”

“Okay,” you mumble, taking your head out of your hands to instead stare intently at the gate. You start cracking your knuckles absentmindedly, not even noticing you’re doing so until your girlfriend sets down her phone and grabs your hands.

“Okay, I love you very much so please don’t take this the wrong way.”

You shoot her a warning look.

“You need to calm the fuck down.”

You let go of her hands and scoff, trying to be mad at her, but she’s smiling at you- and her smile really is contagious. You never really believed it before, people having contagious smiles, and maybe you’re just in love with her, but whenever she smiles you follow soon after.

She tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting her fingers linger as you pointedly look away from her.

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but simply grabs your jaw and forces you to look at her other hand, now sticking her pinky out.

“I pinky promise that everything will be fine.”

“You’re a child.”

“Oh, babe,” she whispers, looking side to side. “Maybe don’t say that so loud.”

“Shut up.”

You try to hide your smile, mouth thinning into a line, but ends of your mouth curl up into a smile as she squeezes your cheeks together.

“Okay, pinky promise. I’ll even take your carry-on for you so you don’t have to worry.”

“Well, you were gonna do that anyways,” you tease.

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Stop. Pinky promise. Now.”

You sigh dramatically but interlock her finger with yours.

“Okay, now, pinky promise you’ll calm the fuck down, yeah?”

“I pinky promise, or whatever.”

She tugs you towards her with the hand still on your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek- she lingers, for just a second.

“Love you.”

—-

You recheck your ticket for the same time, confirming this is the right seat.

“You want middle or aisle, babe?”

You had decided to check your bags for this flight, so Georgia is carrying both her backpack and yours, while also holding your hand through the aisles- it’s honestly pretty impressive.

“Would it be weird if I said middle?”

“Nah,” she shrugs, gesturing for you to climb into the middle seat.

You sit down, smiling politely at the man in the window seat, immediately putting up the hand rest in between you and Georgia- ignoring her smile as she sits down next to you. She starts to put your bags under the seats, but you grab yours.

You rifle through it one more time, laying eyes on your passport, your wallet, your phone charger, your book, and every other little thing before feeling calm enough to zip it up and stuff it under the seat in front of you.

“Okay,” you mumble. “I’m ready.”

Georgia gives you that same concerned look she’s been giving you ever since you got to the airport.

“Are you, like, scared of flying or something?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Traveling just makes me nervous. And it’s sixteen hours.”

“You’re gonna sleep for most of it,” she dismisses, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “There’s no way I can fall asleep.”

She smiles at you, and you stare right back, completely serious.

“Nah, you’ll fall asleep.”

“Nah,” you echo, “I won’t.”

“C’mere,” she says, wrapping her arm around you so you can rest your head on her shoulder, kind of awkwardly- but her touch and her smell is comforting. You force your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. “There we go, darling,” she mumbles, pressing a kiss to your head, leaving her lips there to breathe you in fire a second. “Much better.”

She settles back into her own seat, putting her Airpods in and taking out her phone.

You open your eyes and stare straight ahead at the blue seat in front of you.

—-

“I seriously cannot believe you didn’t sleep that entire flight.”

You’re oddly wide awake right now. Maybe it’s just the excitement of finally being off of the airplane, or being in a brand new place- it feels different here. The air feels thicker- more humid?

“Wait, what time is it here?” You ask, seeing nothing but gaping blackness outside the huge windows of the gate.

Georgia looks at her phone, her arm looped tightly with yours as if you’re going to collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

“12:31.”

You frown, feeling slightly disoriented- maybe you should have slept. It’s not like you didn’t try, though. You squeezed your eyes shut for what felt like entire hours, you forced Georgia to run her hands through your hair, you listened to the most calming songs you could think of, and you simply stayed awake.

Georgia fell asleep an hour into the flight, though, and you tried to be angry at her… but eventually gave up and just let her lay practically on top of you. Which was quite a feat in economy class on an airplane, really.

“Where are we going, then?”

Georgia looked at you oddly, again very concerned- you felt kinda guilty for how worried she seems to be over you.

“We got a hotel in Melbourne for tonight, remember? ‘Cause our plane landed at midnight, and it’s an hour and a half drive to Balarat, yeah?”

The memories finally click in your brain.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” you nod. “I remember now.”

Georgia tugs you along, walking faster through the terminal. “Let’s get our bags and let’s get you into a bed. You’re kinda scaring me.”

She looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

“You didn’t sleep at all? Like, not even for a few minutes?”

“No,” you shrug.

She shakes her head. “There’s something wrong with you.”

“Oh, okay,” you hum, tugging your arm away from hers. “You can sleep on the floor tonight.”

She grabs your hand and tugs you right back over to her.

“Yeah, that’ll happen.”

—-

“Oh, my God, look up, babe.”

“Huh?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from the sidewalk. You had successfully gotten your bags and a taxi to the hotel, and you were now walking along the sidewalk to the huge doors.

“Why are you staring at the ground?”

Your suitcase gets stuck on a crack, and you tug it forward. Maybe it’s because a bed is so close now, but exhaustion is really staring to set in. All you can think about is literally throwing yourself into the bed, dragging Georgia down with you, and collapsing.

“Watching for snakes and spiders.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Um, yes, I am. Australia is dangerous as fuck. Snakes, spiders, dingos, kangaroos, sharks, crocodiles, giant fucking bats? I’m not taking risks.”

“This is fucking Melbourne, not the bush.”

“What’s the bush?”

She stops and looks up at you.

“I need you to tone down the American-ness by, like, 10 please.”

“Okay, sorry,” you huff, smile crawling onto your face, the automatic doors of the hotel sliding open. “Not my fault the only thing I know about Australia is ‘G’day, mate. I’m from down under, yeah? Kangaroos and dingo babies-’”

“I will give you money to shut up.”

“Ooh, how much?”

“Whatever you want, just please, please, for the love of God stop doing that horrible accent,”

“It’s a wonderful accent,” you fake pout.

“It’s like nails on a chalkboard. I’m being so for real.”

“Whatever,” you shrug. “Can we go see kangaroos, by the way? Like I just want to go stare at kangaroos. I want to know that they’re really real, y’know?”

“Jesus Christ- you know what? Sure. We’ll go see kangaroos.”

—-

“Oh, this place is nice,” you smile, dragging your suitcase into the room and shoving it in the empty space next to the bed.

“Oh no,” Georgia frowns, staring at the bed. “I must have booked it wrong, there’s only one bed.”

“Aw, that sucks.” You sit down, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself back onto the bed. “Have fun on the floor.”

“Can we just put a pillow between us?” She asks, trying to play along with the joke but already smiling as she lays next to you on her stomach, her own shoes falling to the floor.

“No, sorry. I just feel really uncomfortable sleeping with you, seeing as you… like girls and all, and I just… I don’t support that, sorry. I don’t want to catch it from you.”

“Really?” She smiles, crawling towards you. “You’re sure you don’t like girls? Not even a little bit?”

She hovers over you, hands planted next to your head, and you wrap your arms around her neck.

“I’m so straight I actually don’t even look at girls.”

She presses a quick kiss to your lips.

You gasp but make no move to push her away. “You just assaulted me.”

“You can assault me right back, baby.”

“Disgusting,” you groan, before sliding one of your hands down to her face to push her towards you, kissing her long and slow.

She adjusts herself so her legs are now in between yours, her hand drifting down to grab at your thigh and wrap it around her waist, pulling you even closer to her, until suddenly you’re barely even kissing her, just kind of languidly going through the motions as you eyes drift shut, her comforting weight above you.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, finally pulling away for air but immediately trailing kiss down your cheek and jawline to your neck.

You turn your head to the side, yawning as you do so, letting her hand squeeze your thigh and her kisses turn into the faintest marks-

“Look! There’s a balcony!”

You try to push her away from you and sit up, but she gives you a bored look.

“I’m on top of you right now and you want to go see the balcony?”

“Yeah..? You’ll be fine,” you shrug, managing to maneuver yourself out from under her, running over to the sliding glass door and pressing your face against it.

Melbourne is spread out before you. Well, more so in the distance, you’re kinda just outside of Melbourne. There’s a few bright lights even at this hour, and you can see the faintest glimpse of the balcony-

“Aww, there’s a little couch out there!”

Calling it a couch was probably making someone roll over in their grave. It was just a two person chair made out of wicker, with a thin red cushion on it. It looked uncomfortable.

Your eyes drifted up to the stars.

“C’mon,” you urge Georgia, turning around to find her waiting for you on the bed, laying on her side with her head propped up. You start tugging the blanket off of the bed, ignoring the way she exclaims in mock outrage.

“The fuck are you doin’?”

“I want to sit outside,” you explain, switching tactics and instead grabbing her hand, trying to tug her up- but she packs a lot of muscle in that body, and you can only get her to move a few inches before she braces herself and you’re stuck.

“It’s 1 in the morning?” She says, eyebrows furrowed as she looks out at the balcony.

“Yeah,” you deadpan. “The stars are out.”

She sighs.

“You really want to go out there?”

You tug on her again.

“Yes, Georgia, please come with me. I need someone to protect me from giant bats. Also, what if I see a giant spider, have a heart attack, and die right in front of you?”

She looks into your eyes.

“Please, Georgia.”

“I do like it when you say please like that,” she sighs, corners of her mouth ticking up into a smile. You grin and place a kiss onto the back of her hand.

“Please, please, please, please Georgia, my talented sexy girlfriend, will you please sit outside with me?”

“Fine,” she groans with a smile, letting you tug her up and gather the blanket in your arms. She opens the sliding glass door and gestures you through it, of course not letting you pass by her without smacking your ass.

She goes to the edge of the balcony, leaning against it and looking out down below to the street.

“It’s cold,” she groans.

You’ve already situated yourself in the somewhat uncomfortable chair, blanket spread out over you, a perfect view of the stars in front of you- the only thing missing is your girlfriend.

“That’s why I brought the blanket, duh.”

“Smart-ass,” she teases, and you smile and open up the blanket for her. “Sure you’re comfortable being so close to me? Sharing a blanket?”

“Shut up, Georgia.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she mumbles, mocking you under her breath, but when she finally puts her arms around you any bratty comeback in your head disappears.

Her arm is around your shoulders, your head is leaning against hers, your legs intertwined under the blanket.

“I love you,” you mumble, also letting out a yawn.

She turns her head towards you, that signature big smile taking up her entire face. She presses a kiss so softly to your hairline you think there’s no possible way she could show you she loves you more.

She lets her lips linger. That’s how you know she loves you. She’s always lingering around you- chasing after your hand when you let go, kissing you too hard and immediately going back in for more, hugging you for what could arguably be called too long- she never wants to let go of you.

“Love you too,” she finally replies. One of your arms finds it’s way around her neck, hand playing with the back of her hair, her humming softly in approval. “I wanna spend everyday like this.”

You laugh a little. “Me asleep on my feet, stressed the fuck out, annoying you about Australia in a random hotel in Melbourne?”

“I mean I wanna spend everyday with you. Doing something new everyday. Even if you annoy me about Australia.”

“Aw, mate, you’re so sweet,” you reply with a small smile. She seems to choose to ignore you, and you decide to be nice and drop the accent. “I want to do everything with you. Except, maybe somewhere with less giant flying bats. How about Paris?”

“Giant fucking bats,” she mumbles to herself, blowing out air. “Where the fuck are you getting that- y’know, nevermind. Yeah, let’s go to Paris.”

“Yay,” you mumble, yawning again as you close your eyes, the pretty stars shining behind your eyes.

“Baby,” Georgia starts after a second, very softly, caressing your face to keep you awake. “I’m not sleeping out here.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine,” you mumble, kicking your leg out. “We’d be fine though. But, if the big bad Aussie girl is scared of sleeping outside, that’s fine.”

“Okay,” she says, seemingly offended even as she helps you up, grabs the blanket and keeps you close to her. “I’m not scared, babe. I just want to sleep in an actual bed.”

“Sure,” you hum, throwing yourself onto the bed and feeling Georgia lovingly place the blanket over you before climbing in beside you.

She rests her head on your chest, and everything feels so good and so right you yawn one final time, eyes shutting in a way that you know they’re not opening again.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

She kisses the bare skin of your chest, letting her lips linger.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.”

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[maxillness]

Pretty Boy || T.W x reader

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, dry humping, degrading kink, oral (M reviving), dacryphilia (if you squint), not proffread

Word count: 1.1k

I’m about 99% sure the german part is translated correctly, but don’t take my word for it

“Baby?” She hated that Toto always had to work late “Are you coming to bed soon?” She asked watching him sitting on the couch with his laptop in his lap

“Yeah, give me 5 minutes” He said, but not looking over at her which he knew she hated. She just sighed and went back to their bedroom

20 minutes passed and he had yet to finish his work and get to bed, so she decided to force him to bed. She walked out to the living room again

“It’s been 20 minutes, baby” She said gentle as she placed her hands on his shoulders and placed a kiss to the top of his head

“I know, I’m sorry, Schatzi, I just really need to finish this first” He sighed, yet again not looking up at her

“It’s fine, I’ll wait in here with you” She bend down to place a soft kiss to his cheekbone

“You should really go to bed, baby” He sighed as she glided her hands down his chest and under his shirt

“So should you. You need to get up earlier than I do” She said as she started kissing and nibbling at his neck

“Schatzi…” He sighed and gave her more access to his neck without noticing it, and purely did it out of habit “I need to finish this, and you’re distracting me very much”

“That was the plan, darling” Toto whimpered slightly as she found the right spot at his jaw under his ear “Come to bed with me, Toto” She said in a seductive tone

“I can’t, baby. Please-“ He tried to hold sounds back “Please, just let me finish this” His eyes were screwed shut at this point

“First of all, last time you said that, you passed out on the couch and over slept. Second of all, you’re not even doing the work” She didn’t stop kissing, sucking, and licking on her boyfriend’s neck

“It’s kinda hard to concentrate when…” He whimpered again “When you’re doing things you know I get turned on by”

“Then don’t try to work” She said and closed his laptop putting it on the couch beside him “Come to bed with me, babe”

“Can’t we just do it here?” He asked, but it was hard trying to talk when he tried holding unholy sounds back

“If you really want to, but then you have to go to bed after, okay?” She compromised in a soothing tone

“I promise, baby. I promise I’ll do anything you say” He said quickly and he probably didn’t my even think about what he said

She pulled away from him and walked to the other side of the couch. She allowed herself to sit in his lap and his hands fell to her waist immediately

“You look so pretty when you’re horny” She said with a soothing voice as she tangled her fingers in the locks of his hair

“Please…” She whimpered low and bucked his hips up to get more friction and action “I don’t need you to tease me more” He screw his eyes shut as she started grinding down on him

“You didn’t look at me as you spoke” There was frustration in her voice, and he knew what he had done wrong

“Please” He opened his eyes to make sure he was making eye contact with her “I’m sorry, libeling. I really am, please, just- Ah…” His words got caught in his throat as he tried speaking

“What, pretty boy?” She had a smirk on her lips she knew turned him on “Be a good boy for me and use your words” She could feel him squirm under her as she praised him

“I need you to fuck me” He said rather quickly, afraid of what she’d do if he went against her demand

“Need?” She raised her eye brows down at him “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He whimpered at her words “Aren’t you?” She asked more stern when he didn’t answer her

“Yes. God, yes. I’m a little slut, just for you” He moaned as he screw his eyes shut once again

“God. You’re so easy to manipulate, Torger” She said as she got off his lap and heard Toto groan as his hands fell from her waist

“Don’t worry, darling” She got on her knees in between his legs “I’m gonna make you feel so good” She said looking up at him as she unbuckled his belt

She finally got the belt off. She lifted his shirt slightly up over his pelvic as she pulled down his waistband to pull out his cock of his boxers

“Fuck” He moaned low, as the woman under him licked a thick stripe up his cock. Her tongue was slow, too slow for Toto’s liking “Please, I’m begging you. Please go faster” She whined as she kept her pace

She spit in her hand and stoked him slow as she pulled her tongue away from him “You look so pretty like this, darling” She chuckled when he leaned his head back against the couch and whimpers followed

“Please, I want your mouth around me. Please, Schatzi” He moaned and begged her, and she just stared up at him

She chuckled low before she put her mouth around him, which resulted in Toto’s sounds getting louder and dirtier

Toto’s bucked his hips up into her mouth, but she kept him down by his abdomen “I’m sorry, please- Ah…” He apologised, knowing he wasn’t allowed to move “Blutige Hölle” Tears were starting to swell In his eyes

“Fuck. You look so pretty like this, baby” She praised him as tear rolled down his cheek “This good, and all for me” She soothed him

“Just for you, Liebling” His words were getting sloppy, just as his hands and legs were shaking “Fuck, I’m gonna come” He moaned as her mouth returned around him

Her hands traveled under Toto’s shirt as she kept sucking him off. She enjoyed the sounds she forced out of him

“Please, ich möchte, dass du mich fickst“ She knew he was close by his choice of language, but she didn’t t act upon his wishes

“Don’t you dare come, Toto” The look that came from her eyes were almost frighting. He just nodded in response “Use your words, Schatzi”

“I won’t come before you tell me I can, but please, I’m so close” He started moaning louder and she could feel him twitch in her mouth

“Come for me, baby” She allowed him to come, and he did so when she attached herself around him again “You did so good for me baby” She soothed him after she had swallowed his loath

“Thank you…” He whispered low as he gathered himself