#and I already have clothes for bumming around the house

[freepassbound]

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

43: Are you stubborn?

47: Do you sing in the car?

50: Ever used a gun?

53: Is Christmas stressful?

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

61: Wear a bath robe?

63: First concert?

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

83: Can you swim well?

90: Can you knit or crochet?

41: You know, I think it's down to just The Economist and National Geographic. Used to have several more.

43: I certainly can be! 😅

47: Definitely - and very badly. 😂

50: Absolutely not.

53: Really, at this point it isn't really anything - pretty much just another day.

54: I'm half Polish! I have pierogi at least several times a year!

56: Professional athlete, of course; architect, computer engineer, writer... that's all that's coming to mind.

61: I have... not for a very long time, though. Don't think I have one now.

63: Not a clue. The local symphony, most likely.

67: Peanuts, hands down.

78: Sara Bareilles - my favorite musical artist.

83: Well? Nah, not really. Just well enough.

90: Nope. Nor sew. Probably don't have the fine dexterity for it.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

interruptions

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ ony, smut, bratty!reader, established relationship, public sex, caught, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bully!reader we love a girlboss

“big party tomorrow.” rafe says, watching you braid your hair effortlessly just as you do every night.

��yup.” you say, only half listening as you tie the pink scrunchie around the end of your braid, matching with your pink silky pajamas.

“are you gonna have an attitude tomorrow?” rafe questions as you get into bed next to him.

“of course.” you roll your eyes before looking at him. “but you like my attitude, right?”

“mhm.” rafe places a hand on your hip, pulling your body closer to his. “i like it when you get all spicy, even if that means i gotta drain my bank account to get you happy again.”

“if you just listened to me in the first place you wouldn't have to pay me off to like you again.” 

“are you gonna let me fuck you tonight?” rafe asks, hand moving from your hip to your bum, giving it a squeeze.

“nooo.” you groan, flopping onto your back. “you should have told me you wanted to fuck before i showered!”

“i always want you baby.” rafe pouts his bottom lip out.

“well…” you sigh dramatically. “after the party tomorrow you can then. or maybe at the party if you actually listen to me.”

--

rafe did everything right. he wore exactly the clothes you chose for him, got you your favorite drinks to pregame with, even put on your favorite songs in his truck on the way to the party.

“you've been such a good boyfriend today, rafey.” you coo, words slurring together slightly from how tipsy you are.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “i get to smash then?”

“mhm.” you nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, smearing your lip gloss over his mouth. “want you right here.”

rafe glances around the crowded patio. “how about the kitchen?”

“fine.” you concede, allowing rafe to stand first before he helps you up from the couch, swaying slightly in your heels.

rafe keeps your hand locked tight in his fist as he leads you into the house. 

“get out.” he growls at the couple already making out in the kitchen. you snicker as they quickly leave.

“my big bad boyfriend everyone is afraid of.” you laugh as rafe lifts you to set you on the countertop, quickly stepping in between your legs.

“you're not afraid of me.” rafe points out.

“nope, but you should be of me because if you don't fuck me right here right now, im breaking up with you.”

rafe knows it's not a serious threat, but he wouldn't risk it anyways as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

his hand drops between your legs, diving underneath your skirt as you spread your thighs. rafes fingers delve underneath your panties, feeling your wetness that is already building.

“fuck.” you curse, head tipping back.

“gotta be quiet baby.” rafe warns before you can even moan. “don't wanna get interrupted, do we?”

“mmm.” you hum, trying to keep yourself quiet. “fuck me, come on. if i wanted you to finger me i would have told you to do that.”

“okay, okay.” rafe shakes his head, a smile on his face. he's truly met his match with you.

rafe moves your body along the counter until your back is facing the entryway. he carefully undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, keeping them up on his hips in case anyone comes in.

rafe pushes your skirt up, smirking as he pushes your underwear to the side and lines up with your entrance.

“kiss me.” you say, tugging on his shirt. “im gonna moan, you gotta kiss me.”

rafe covers your lips, swallowing your sounds with his mouth as he sinks inside of you.

rafe keeps kissing you, getting lost in your lips as his hips swing back and forth, steadily fucking in to you. your arms wrap around his shoulders and to anyone just walking past the kitchen they'd likely just think you were making out.

“harder.” you moan against his lips. 

rafe wishes he could push you back against the counter, to undress you and splay you out like he really wants to, but you are at a party after all, and then rafe would have to punch everyone who saw you in the compromising position.

“i got you baby.” rafes hands dig into your hips, pulling you even closer to the edge of the counter as he pushes into you harder, feeling the way your cunt squeezes around his cock.

“oh, that's it.” you moan, tucking your head into the crevice between his shoulder and neck.

rafe wraps one arm around your waist, holding you up as you start to wither, focus moving just to your pleasure instead of keeping you both somewhat covered.

“so tight and warm for me baby.” rafe says, large hand spreading over your back, feeling the soft material of your dress.

“you feel so good.” you whine.

“i know baby, i got you-” rafe loves the way you come undone when hes inside of you, the way your attitude disappears. he's about to praise you more when someone he doesn't recognize steps into the kitchen, probably some touron.

“get out.” he growls.

“just grabbing more beers.” the guys words slur together, obviously drunk.

“get out!” rafe shouts this time, not stopping the motion of his hips.

the guys hand halts halfway reaching to the fridge, eyes struggling to focus before widening in realization. “you two are fucking!”

he runs out of the kitchen, beers long forgotten.

“sorry about that princess.” rafe chuckles.

“just don't stop.” you bring your hands to grip onto his shirt, hands fisted in the material as he thrusts into your cunt.

“never gonna stop baby, your pussy feels too good.” rafe presses his head into your neck, pressing kisses against your delicate skin.

“leave a mark, please.” you whine. you usually don't allow rafe to leave visible hickeys, but you need it, need everyone to see that you're claimed as his, even if you do end up covering it most of the time with concealer until it fades.

rafe keeps his hips pushing in as his lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly before pulling back, watching the purple bloom right before his eyes.

“see, i told you someone was having sex in your kitchen!” 

rafe looks up to see the beer seeking guy dragging kelce through the archway.

“get out!” you squeal, turning to see kelces eyes widen.

“dude, that's rafe!” kelce pulls the guy away, leaving as quick as they entered.

“fuck.” you groan, tipping your head back.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe grunts. “kelce will keep everyone out. want you to cum for me.”

you pout at rafe, willing to ignore the first interruption but the second pissed you off.

“hey.” rafe says softly, hips slowing as he grips your chin in is hand. “can you do that for me?”

you take a moment before nodding, giving up your attitude as rafe begins to move again, thrusting harder, hands gripping your hips.

“oh, fuck!” you moan out.

“squeeze around me baby, that's it.” rafe encourages you, panting as he smashes into you.

“im-im close.” you barely have time to say it before your orgasm pushes through your body, back arching as you cum hard, shaking on the counter as rafe pushes into you, shoving his cock as deep as he can to release.

“fuck!” rafe groans.

“shit, that was good.” you pant, chest heaving up and down as you recover from your high.

“you needed that huh, baby?” rafe chuckles, carefully pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants before slotting your underwear back over your cunt, now wet with your juices and his cum dripping out of you.

“mhm.” you giggle, in a much better mood now.

“you wanna keep partying?” rafe questions. “or head home?”

“head home and cuddle.” you laugh softly. “but i gotta do something first.”

you slide off the counter, rafe following closely behind you as you stomp through the party until you set eyes on your target.

you grab a cup out of a girls hand, not caring that she protests as you walk over to the turon, turning the cup and dumping the alcohol over his head.

the guy sputters and turns around, now soaking wet. you just smile at him before strutting away.

“i really love you.” rafe says, wrapping his arm around your waist, leaving the game as the power couple you truly are.

“i know.” you smirk.

[imraespace]

VALENTINE'S DAY ♡

─ HOW they spend their valentines day with you!

─ with GOJO, GETO, MEGUMI, YUUTA, INUMKAI, YUJI

GOJO ─

For the whole day, Gojo has been a little out of it. When you had woken up, he was gone, not in the bed. You didn't really think much of it, a little bummed out though.

When you had finally got out of the shared bedroom you had finally saw him but he was getting ready to head out. Not even giving you a kiss for the day, not even a "Good morning."! So of course throughout the day, you wasn't yourself, on Valentines day your own husband has left you alone in the house.

That is.. Until he came back.

It was around 5P.M., that he came back. He rushed in the shared bedroom and came marching up towards you.

"Y/N get ready." He ordered

"Excuse? Get ready for what?" You answered back. He knew he was going to get the cold shoulder yet he got through it.

"Cmonn babe! I promise it will all make sense but you need to get ready." He begged, pulling you up from the bed.

You sighed and gave in.

"Okay fine.." You mumbled, making his face light up in excitement.

"You don't need to find a dress I already have on in the bathroom for you." He told you as he began to push you in.

You got ready in the dress he had for you, it looked expensive, really expensive. You wondered if that's why he was out whole day today. You got out of the bathroom, heading towards your dresser to do your hair and makeup. Though, before you could pick up the comb, your eyes landed on the new makeup set? You didn't get any so..

Your head turned to look for him, immediately found him staring right back at you, sitting on the bed with a smirk. You turned back to complete your look, using the new makeup of course.

As soon as you were finished with your hair and makeup, he got up, stopped your movements and went looking for something.

He later came back with a shoe box, taking out the most expensive looking heels, causing you to slightly gasp. He took them out, looking up at you as he offered to slide them on your feet.

.

.

.

Then you both finally left the house, being treated like a princess the whole way. Then you finally made it to the big surprise. Gojo Satoru had rented out a whole restaurant for just the both of you.

As you entered you literally saw more mountains of gifts, clothes, jewelry, you name it. You literally forgot for a minute that your married to a rich man who loves to spoil you.

(you mostly ate the chocolate he got you at the restaurant)

GETO ─

As the sun came up, hitting his face, Suguru had woken up before his alarm. The first thing he did wasn't to turn it off, it was to cover you with thousands of kisses. He wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure, pulling it towards his body as he began kissing your face.

Slightly in and out your sleep, you felt his lips bringing you out of your dreamland. You turned away to stretch a bit, turning back to wrap your arms around him, shoving your face in his neck as you began to play with his hair.

That was your morning with him.

But he had to leave for work, he promised he had a surprise for you later.

So during the day, you were left alone, lazing around the house.

You knew that Suguru won't be back until like 10PM or something, so what surprise does he have for you so late?

At around 9PM, you got a text for him, he sent you a location and told you to meet him there.

It was near a park but the location was in the woods, kinda. What if it's someone trying to kidnap you..

Nevertheless, you got your shoes on and began making your way towards the location.

As soon as you made it to the park, you saw a small light in the woods. It woods was known for being safe, a lot of people hide around in it. You walked towards it, making it out to be a fake candle, and a picnic. You stopped in your tracks and admired it.

Just then, a hand was wrapped around your waist, causing you to look back at the owner of the hand but only saw your husband instead.

"What do you wanna eat?" He asked as he guided you towards the picnic.

Under the stars, you both had a lovely picnic filled with laughter and love!

MEGUMI ─

As soon as you entered the classroom, you saw that your boyfriend was crowded a bit. As much as he's the quiet type he has his own fans in the school and today being love day, caused them all to drop off gifts for him.

Though, Megumi being Megumi, gave them an uninterested look yet thanked them for the gifts and walked away as soon as he saw you. You stretched out your hands, offering your boyfriend a hug as he just grumbled and rested his head on your shoulder, as you patted his back.

Throughout the school day as him hiding and following behind you, hiding from the girls who want to "privately talk to him". Of course you found the situation silly, no way Megumi will ever leave you, but the girls did got on your nerves. Some did know about his relationship with you, yet they still pushed. You even saw some placing notes in his locker.

He's being showered with love! But it only causes him to get even more annoyed.

Let's say the girls didn't give up and Nobara and Yuji came to scare them away. (no one makes megs unhappy!)

Finally, school was over. He dragged you out and towards his dorm room. As soon as you entered the room, Megumi got out all the gifts he received, as well as his own gift for you, it was a box of chocolate and a mini teddybear holding a heart.

"Cute." you told him.

He got his laptop, turned on the air condition and offered you to play some movies, eating the chocolate he received while snuggling up under you. Let's say he forgot about the movie, mostly because he fell asleep on your chest, hugging you closely towards him.

YUUTA ─

The day before Valentines day, Yuuta was out whole afternoon. He told you that he was getting special items for your date. He was out with Rika finding gifts for you!

So today, after school, he texted you to meet him at his old playground, at a certain time at night. You were excited. Your quiet boyfriend always found creative ways to express his emotions towards you so him being out so long yesterday really got you thinking, what is he planning?

You left and the certain he gave you. The sun had already set, so it was dark out. You walked towards the playground and saw him sitting on the swing. When he saw you his face lit up.

"Y/N you came!" He exclaimed as he came off the swing and began speed walking towards you.

"Of course I did." You answered back, wrapping your arms around him. He returned the hug and began dragging you closer towards the playground.

When you got closer, you saw that on one of the mini benches had some snacks on it, along with your favorite meal in a box. Your face lit up at the sight.

"Did you really do all of this?" You asked him.

He nodded.

"But I did needed help with something, Rika helped me." He told you as he got some lanterns from under the bench.

"YOU GOT LANTERNS?" You accidently yelled. out of shock.

"Of course I did! The lanterns reminds me of how you always light up my day whenever I see you." He began, mumbling the rest as he continued.

You cupped his cheeks, squishing it a bit and planted a kiss on his lips.

It caught him off guard.

"You're just being too cute so I had to. Anyways let's light the lanterns!" You told the boy as you took one of the lanterns out of his hand, as he got his lighter, the both of you lighting up the lantern together, both watching as it fly away, stuffing your face with the food he got you as he stared at you with a big happy smile on his face.

INUMAKI ─

Lately your boyfriend and yourself have been living on minecraft. Inumaki gets the resources and you build and decorate! Of course you both go crave exploring together.

Thanks to the mods you always forced him to go biome hunting as well! But one thing for sure is that Inumaki doesn't know how to NOT build something that isn't good looking. You want your house to look cute and then Inumaki suddenly builds a portal to the Neather right next to it.

But today, being Valentines day, Inumaki thought long and hard on a gift and decided to redo your minecraft world!

He took the day off from school because he loves you more than school and he got rid of all the portals, moved them to another area and got to work.

He turned everything all lovey themed (with the help of youtube tutorials) and even added more of his own decorations!

Of course you was upset today, Inumaki didn't come to school and told you nothing, actually he didn't even texted you today.

So when you burst through his dorm door, scaring the hell out of him, glaring at him with a big frown on your face, he got up from his bed and suffocated you with a hug, he was so focused on the game he forgot to update you. But soon your anger went away as you finally got to atleast hug him, closing your eyes as you took in his scent BUT he broke the hug and told you to hop on the game.

Confused at his orders, you did it anyways. You got in his bed, pulled out your laptop and got on the game. He's been hiding his screen from you so you was a bit scared to see what he did.

But when you got on he saw your emotions shifted from confusion to full on shock.

"TOGE YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS?" (help get it!!?) You yelled.

He was happy at the result he got as he ran behind your avatar, following you around as you gave yourself a tour.

"YOU EVEN GOT RID OF THE UGLY LOOKING PORTALS!!"

"DON'T CALL THEM UGLY."

He told you that you can decorate the portals so you placed a bunch of flowers around them.

He was really happy that you were happy, the both of you spend the rest of the day playing minecraft!

YUJI ─

Everyday is technically Valentines day for Yuji, he always brings you gifts almost everyday.

So even though it's not really anything new today, you still feel a bit of excitement when Yuji brought you some ice cream sandwiches during lunch time.

He begged Mr. Gojo to keep them cold in the staff room, bringing them out and now dragging you towards an area where not much people are around.

"Here!" He handed you.

"Thanks Yu, but why ice cream sandwiches when it's freezing outside?" You asked.

Its been raining non-stop for a while.

He grinned then handed you his hoodie.

"So I can do this." He simply said, pulling the hoodie over your head.

His silly idea made you laugh, biting into the sandwich as you look up at him, admiring the big smile on his face as he ate his own.

You pulled out a card out of your bag and handed it to him.

"Here." You told him.

He wasn't really expecting something, he always told you that even though he gives you gifts almost everyday that you don't need to, but today, it's a special day.

"You made me something?" He asked.

"Of course I did! It's Valentines day duh." You answered back, playfully rolling your eyes at his question.

He took the card and began reading it, you not really thinking much about it (you wrote your heart out in the card.), was surprised when you felt a pair of arms snaking around your body as he slightly dragged you closer to him, he rested his head behind yours as he quietly mumbled

"I love you too."

Quite alot of blush began to cover your face as you quietly finished the ice cream sandwich, the both of you enjoying each other's company on the cold floor, in a tranquil mood.

merry christmas LOL😂😂

[bootsukki]

AITA for "stealing" photo booth pictures from my girlfriend?

warnings:a bit suggestive but nothing nsfw, god i love tsukki

aita series masterlist

So, my girlfriend (20F) and I (20M) have this tradition of taking photo booth pictures whenever we stumble upon one. She has always had a lot of pictures of friends, memories and ourselves at her house and her apartment. She’s got this cute and goofy collection of pictures of us taken over the years and they are pretty much everywhere in the apartment, the fridge, her bedroom and even her vanity. I am not that fan of pictures but I can’t say no to her whenever we walk past one.

Recently, we took a new set of pictures at an arcade while we were out with friends and I pocketed them without telling her, which lead to a scavenger hunt around the apartment when she couldn’t find them and she got pretty bummed out about it. 

The thing is, that her disappointment has lasted a few days and the other day, thinking she lost them after telling her I didn't have them, she insisted we go back to the arcade and take another set of pictures. 

So, AITA for "stealing" our photo booth pictures and making my girlfriend think they were lost?

“Look! (Y/N) jumped up and down, pushing her boyfriend, Tsukishima, towards the empty photo booth at the arcade. They have been out with Yamaguchi and Yachi for a few hours before stumbling about the arcade, Yamaguchi insisting on playing some games and possibly winning a plushie for Yachi. “We need to take pictures. It’s our tradition”

Their tradition started early in their relationship, just a few months into it. The Karasuno volleyball team had been at Nationals, some people from their city and school driving the day of the matches to cheer on them. (Y/N), alongside other friends and including Akiteru, Tsukishima’s brother, rented some small rooms in a nearby inn to see all the matches. After one rough one, (Y/N) insisted on going for a walk, taking Tsukishima with her to ease his nerves and she soon found a photo booth right in the middle of the street, meant for ID pictures and she, puppy eyes, insisted on taking just a picture with him. The rest was history.

“Isn’t your apartment already full of pictures of us?”

“There will never be enough pictures of us, especially since these are the only ones I have convinced you to take.” 

Tsukishima didn’t really like photos. He enjoyed taking pictures of (Y/N) doing mundane things, trying on new clothes but when it came the time to be in one of the pictures himself, he didn’t enjoy it one bit. But, he couldn’t say no to his pretty girlfriend as she looked up at him, glossy lips and bright eyes.

“Yachi!” (Y/N) shouted, gaining the attention of their other two friends. “We are going to take a set of pictures, it’ll take just a second.”

“Okay!”

(Y/N) softly holds Tsukishima’s hand as she walks quickly towards the photo booth and she looks at her boyfriend, excitement written all over her face.

Tsukishima knew that (Y/N) loved photo booths and anything that had to do with photos. Her old high-school bedroom was filled with pictures of her and her friends, including some of Tsukishima when they weren’t even dating but her obsession grew especially after she moved into her college apartment with Yachi. There wasn’t an outing were Yachi wouldn't take her old camera and snapped photos of everyone. Tuskishima would never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed sleeping in her apartment because her bedroom was so… her. Trinkets, jewerelly and pictures were all around and he still clearly remembers his favourite picture of her, which, surprisingly, he took, where she was carrying a big stack of books while working a shift at the bookstore of their university, smile bright and rosy cheeks. That photo belonged to him and it sat prettily on a frame on his nightstand. Almost all their pictures sat in her vanity, the fridge and someplaces in her bedroom while others were hidden away in a box under her bed but (Y/N) stood up and told Tsukishima that there was, in her exact words, no way in hell that she would store their photobooth pictures away.

As they step inside, Tsukishima’s head nearly bumping onto the ceiling of the small machinery, (Y/N) closed the curtains, letting him sit down first.

Tsukishima patted his lap and (Y/N) sat down quickly, putting some cash into the machine. “Okay, five seconds, think of poses we can do.”

(Y/N) grinned widely as she waited for the flash to go and Tsukishima leaned his head on her shoulder, looking into the camera. In the second photo, (Y/N) stucked her tongue out and Tsukishima just smiled. Their third shot is more tender as they gaze into each other, their expressions softening into a moment of shared affection and intimacy. 

Finally, the final five seconds start and Tsukishima’s grabs (Y/N)’s back of her neck, pulling her close to him, lips brushing against each other as they kissed. Tsukishima groans lowly as he deepened the kiss and (Y/N) pressed herself closer to him, arms going around his neck. 

The photo booth plays some music as they pull away from each other, signalling that their photos were ready for pick up and (Y/N) blushes.

“I love you, baby.”

Tsukishima says, pecking her lips again, biting her lower lip for just a second and she gaps, standing up from his lap and getting out of the photo booth as Tsukishima picks up the pictures and looks at them, smiling as he hides them in his pocket.

*****

Baby: cutie

Baby: have you seen the pictures we took at the arcade the other day??

Baby: i can’t find them anywhere

Baby: i got so flustered i may have forgotten them

Baby: did you take them??

Tsukki <3: oh

Tsukki <3: flustered you say? I know you were flustered that night

Baby: don’t make fun of me rn

Tsukki <3: but no, sorry baby, i thought you had taken them

Baby: ugh, i can’t believe it :( i couldn’t even look at them

“It’s going to be 767 yen, sir.” 

Tsukishima locked his phone for a second, taking out his wallet from the back pockets of his trousers and opened his wallet, the set of pictures taken sitting right at the front and he softly smiled, taking out some notes to pay for his sandwich. 

“Keep the change.”

*****

“We should go back to the arcade”

“What?” Tsukishima sat down next to (Y/N) on the couch, leaving a bowl of popcorn on top of the table.

“We should go back and take pictures.”

“Baby, it’s just a set of pictures. We’ll take a lot more.”

“But I’m sure they were super cute!” (Y/N) placed her head on Tsukishima’s shoulder, putting the blanket on top of them. “You distracted me.”

“Did I?” Tsukishima smirked and (Y/N) playfully smacked his arm. “It’ll be alright, baby.”

“Hmm…” (Y/N) pouted, closing her eyes. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course.”

“Maybe I just need some good sushi to forget about it.”

“Ohhhhh.” Tsukishima laughed softly. “Okay, I’ll invite you.”

“Yay!” (Y/N) pecked his lips, standing up to get his phone and wallet from the counter, opening the food delivery app and typing her favourite sushi restaurant as she also opened his wallet to take his card. “What do you want? I think i’ll get so… Hey!”

“What?”

“You little liar, Tsukishima Kei!" (Y/N) walked back to the couch, shoving Tsukishima’s wallet up his face. “You had them!”

Tsukishima blushed, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at the pictures. “Oops.”

“You thief! I thought they were lost.” (Y/N) laughed “I was worried.”

“Sorry.”

(Y/N) closed his wallet and sat on top of him, hugging him tightly. “You are sneaky, aren’t you?” 

“Are you mad?”

“No, of course not. The fact that you have them in your wallet is so cute…” (Y/N) kissed his cheeks, lips and neck, a soft moan leaving Tsukishima’s lips as she moved her lips alongside his jaw  “I know you are mushy and a romantic on the inside and that makes me really happy…”

“Shut up…”

“Should I start hiding things so you do cute things for me, pretty?”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Tsukishima picked her up from the sofa, laughter filling their living room as he walked towards his bedroom. “Forget about the sushi.”

*****

User 1.

INFO: What did you do with the pictures? Did you take them for something special?

(OP) tsuk113_: I had the photos in my wallet because they were really nice and I actually love them. She ended up finding the photos one night after she picked up my wallet to pay for dinner but she wasn't mad, just teased me about being a little thief and a liar for telling her I didn't have them lol. I really, really love this girl.

User 2.

NTA! Ugh, i'm glad I read this after your update. You were being cute, and she was just worried about losing something she loved. In the end, I think you both win—you’ve got the photos, and she gets the sweet gesture of you taking them in your wallet. Just maybe tell her next time, I'm sure she made a mess in the apartment, lol.

[oneforthemunny]

star girl |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|

prompt: eddie doesn't decorate. you gift him a small tree to try and get him into the christmas spirit. he decides he'll decorate it, with his own personal decorations. thank you @wheels-of-despair for this iconic idea

apart of the twelve days of christmas with dom!eddie series that you can read here!

contains: smut minors dni 18+. dom/sub themes. dirty photos. oral fem receiving. male masturbation (eddie jacks off). cum play-ish???? taking nudes and dirty pictures lol (on a polaroid).

“You know,” You purr, pushing up on your forearms, the worn comforter slipping over your naked frame. 

Eddie’s eyes lingered momentarily on your chest, half-lidded blinks through the smoky, hazy air, one arm behind his head to prop himself up while he smoked the joint. A soft grunt rumbling out of his chest, offering you the burning joint between his fingers. 

You shook your head, holding the comforter to your chest, sitting back on your knees. “I think,” You twisted your lips gently, looking around the familiar room of the trailer- the same as it always was through every season. “That a little teeny tiny tree in here would really make the place festive.” 

Eddie huffed, eyes rolling into his head in annoyance. He felt blindly for the ashtray on his bedside, bumming the joint and flicking it into the pile for later. “No. How many times do I gotta say it?” He muttered. “You got every other room in the house.” 

“It won’t be a lot.” You countered, eyes rounding sweetly towards him. “I swear, just a tree. Please? Let me just put up a tree. A small one, like this big.” You held your hands up, motioning at the smallness of the tree- one you may have already bought. That may be in your trunk. 

“Why does it matter?” Eddie huffed in annoyance. 

“Because I want it.” You pouted, bottom lip puckered in just the right way to have him flushing. “And you love me, and want me to have what I want.”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head, but you didn’t miss the blush rising up on his chest. “Right. If it’s what you want, then you should get it, right?” He snided sarcastically. 

You ignored it, hand slipping off your chest, letting the comforter slide with it, down the slopes of your breasts. Eddie’s eyes followed, like clockwork, as the blanket fell further and further. “You can decorate it however you want.” You thrummed seductively, low and gravelly, lashes batting his way. “I’ll help you if you want.” The blanket fell, sliding down your sternum, nipples hardening at the cool air of the room. 

Eddie blinked, eyes going vacant, mindless with your tits sitting in front of him. You weren’t playing fair, you knew exactly what you were doing. Eddie had half a mind to tell you that, maybe bust out the clamps and use them on you for trying to manipulate him this way. 

Instead, he let you ride him, boobs bouncing with every gallop of your hips, his hands grabbing and squeezing them, hard enough to have you squealing. 

The next day, the tiny tree had taken up residence on his dresser. Pushed to a corner, one he begrudgingly cleared, bare and smushed from storage. Eddie glared at it while he smoked, the way it mocked him just sitting there. A reminder of the most wonderful time of the year, or whatever the fuck it was. 

“I have extra ornaments, if you want to decorate it with them.” You had offered, but Eddie refused. He wouldn’t decorate it, not unless he got a really good idea- unless he could decorate it his way. 

The idea came when he was jacking off. 

Palming himself on the couch, watching MTV, Eddie’s cock was twitching, creeping to life with arousal with every twirl Paula Abdul gave on the screen. He was glad you weren’t here, you’d smack him and scream at him for staring. Eddie paused for a moment, pulling his hand out of his pants and walking to his bedroom, snagging the bottle of Jergens out of the bathroom.

“Where the fuck did I- ah!” Eddie grinned, pushing through his clothes hanging in the closet for his Rebok shoe box, old and torn at the corners but it held his prized possessions. “There you are.” Eddie muttered, flipping the cardboard lid open easily. 

Inside, dozens of polaroids scattered inside, all of you. You tied up, cum shots of your face or your ass or your pussy, all the things you’d tried- clamps, plugs, paddle marks, wax, the gag. Eddie laid them out carefully, his own little collection of naughty photos all for him. 

Eddie crawled the length of the bed, reaching for his favorite, a teary eyed photo of you on your knees, tongue out for Eddie’s cock, a faint peek of your red ass sticking out behind you.

Sweatpants shimmied off his waist, kicked with his boxers to the far side of the room, Eddie propped himself against the headboard, hand wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly. 

He could remember the day he took the photo, after a concert at the Hideout. You had worn a leather corset, teased Eddie all day with it until he couldn’t take it any longer. He’d gotten you home, really played with you until you were sobbing, begging him to fuck you. 

His hand jerked his length faster and faster, a low groan caught in his throat, head tipping back. He could hear you, hear your whiny, little voice begging him to fuck you. “Please, I’ll be so good. So good, Eddie, please. I need it. Need you.” 

“Fuck, I know you will.” Eddie groaned into the quiet of the room, a straggled whimper creeping out. He tried to imagine it was you making him feel this good, not his own hand. He had never missed you more. 

Eddie knew his own orgasm was close, belly tightening with that feverish heat coursing through his body, his hand pumping himself faster and faster. A half lidded gaze cast on the photo of you, memories playing behind his eyes like his favorite film, hips jerking, small grunts and whines of pleasure until he was spilling over himself. 

Eddie’s chest heaved, hot and clammy, his release on his hand, some spilled on the base of himself. Vision blurred lightly, focusing gently back to normal from that post-orgasm haze. His eyes landed on it. The tree, perched right in front of him, bristling him with annoyance, killing his post-bliss euphoric feeling. 

A tattooed hand snatched his underwear, discarded on the floor, wiping himself off half-heartedly. He made sure to put his soiled underwear in the hamper- knowing you’d huff at him if he didn’t- snatching his sweatpants back off the ground. The Polaroid of you slightly creased in the corner from his grasp, he opened the box, setting it neatly inside until an idea crashed over him. 

The idea. 

Call it post-orgasm clarity, Eddie would call it genius, but his lips curled, a positively smug grin that felt like The Grinch’s snarly smile from the cartoon. 

Eddie grabbed the box, lying it out on the kitchen table, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips while he worked. Hot glue gun dripping onto the already scratched wood, tiny ornament hooks, and ribbons. Eddie knew exactly how he wanted to decorate. 

“What is this?” 

Eddie smirked, the quip in your tone, a ghosting of a scoff; he knew you saw it. His creation. 

“What, baby?” Eddie hummed coyly, slipping into the bedroom behind you. You stood in front of the dresser, carefully looking at each of the ‘ornaments’ he added to the tree, your face flushing with each one you saw. 

You turned, a brow furrowed at him, nodding towards the tree. “Oh, I decorated.” Eddie said simply, a tiny shrug of his shoulders. “Thought that was what you wanted.” 

“You decorated.” You blinked. “With… these?” Your fingers brushed over one of the Polaroids that captured your legs spread, cunt dripping with his release onto the sheets below you. 

“Yeah, why not?” Eddie shrugged so nonchalantly cool it made you shiver. His arms circled your waist, nose nuzzling into the soft skin of your flushed cheek. “You said I could decorate it however I want, and if it’s gotta be in my room, I want it covered with my favorite things.” He muttered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss against it. 

“Hm,” You hum, leaning into his touch. His groin rubbed against your ass, sporting a semi that had you snorting lightly. “Well, as long as you like it, I like it. Very festive, baby.” 

“Yeah, I thought so.” Eddie purred, lips ghosting over your cheek, sliding down to your jaw. “Need one more though. Somethin’ special for the star.” 

“Oh?” You squeaked, a shuddering breath caught in your throat. Eddie’s lips kissed down your jawline, teeth grazing over the spot under your ear that had your knees buckling. 

“Mm-hmm, want it to be a good one.” Eddie rasped, hands sliding down your hips, up your tummy towards your breasts. “Think we can take one? One good one for the star?” 

Your eyes fluttered open, whining behind closed lips. Eddie’s hands squeezing your boobs through your shirt, lips pressing sloppy kisses down your neck. You found the camera on the dresser easily, propped on the edge and ready for use. 

“What kinda picture?” You pressed, hips wiggling back against his groin, head tilting for better access, his lips trailing down your neck. 

Eddie’s hand grip at the small of your waist, walking you back towards the bed. Hands fumbling over each other, brushing touches and shoving of your clothes, tearing them off the other until they were a pile beneath you. 

“How do you want me?” You asked, a raspy whisper that had Eddie’s cock lurching, tip leaking with his own excitement. Your hand grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his back, pulling him closer and closer to you 

“Get on all fours for me, baby.” Eddie growled, a sharp squeeze to your ass that had you squealing, scrambling to the disheveled bed, crawling until you were in a table top position. 

Eddie grinned, swiping the camera off the bed, checking the film. “Look back at me. Yeah, fuuuck yes, baby just like that.” He groaned, holding the camera to his eye, looking at you through the tiny hole. Your chin hooked over your shoulder, ass high in the air, arched and presented so he could see every single inch of you. 

The flash stunned you, blinking even though you were expecting it. “That’s the star?” You asked, brow lifted in question. “Thought you’d want something better than that.” 

“Oh, that’s not the star.” Eddie smirked, shaking the Polaroid. “This one’s just for me, sweetheart. You just look pretty. Wanted it all for myself.” 

You blush, heat spreading from the tip of your ears, to the tingling euphoric rush in your toes. “Ed,” You huffed. “Please, can you- can you hurry up?” 

Eddie’s brow raised, challenging- warning. “I said please,” You pout, that nasally pinch to your tone reserved just for him at times like this. His weakness. 

“I heard you.” Eddie rolled his eyes, tossing the camera beside him, grabbing you by the small of your waist, yanking you back towards him. “Stick that ass out f’me. You know how I want you.” A sharp smack to your ass had you squealing, Eddie’s jaw flexing at the sound, silencing the groan that threatened to spill from his throat. 

Your back arched, sinking your lower half down so your ass raised higher, cheek pressed to the mattress. Eddie stroked himself, eyes trained on your puffy lips. “You ready for me?” Eddie rasped, calloused hands gripping the fatty flesh of your ass, spreading your open wide. 

“Mmhmm,” You squirmed, hands gripping the sheets, arching further and further. 

Eddie’s right hand left your ass, fingers swiping over your sopping folds. The gasp you gave was music to his ears, a heavenly sound, light and airy- it made his heart race, cheeks flushed with rushing excited heat. It wasn’t what you expected, not in this position anyways. 

“You excited, hm?” Eddie grinned, voice rising to that taunting tone that had you clenching around his fingers pumping slowly in and out of you. “You like the idea of me takin’ photos of you like this, don’t you? Dirty girl.” 

“Yeah,” You breathed lightly, eyes pinching closed in pleasure. “That feels good, Ed.” 

“Does it?” Eddie hummed, pulling his fingers out slowly. You raised, a breathy whine of protest filling the room, Eddie’s hand on your spine pressing you down before you could continue. 

His hand found his shaft again, sinking to his knees on the mattress behind you, spreading your arousal easily over his length, tongue sliding over his bottom lip then it was on you. Tongue flattening, licking a long strip from the very top of your cunt, gliding through your folds, stopping to circle over your sopping hole. 

You gasped, a sharp breath of a grunt, hips bucking out of place at the feeling. You were expecting Eddie’s cock, for him to rail you, pin your arms to the small of your back and fuck you into the mattress. 

Eddie’s nose traced over your drenched entrance, lips curling and suckling around your clit, his free hand jacking himself. His hand would brush over your skin with every hard stroke, leaving you shuddering in its wake. 

“Ed,” You panted, face pressed into the mattress to try and keep your pathetic whines and cries in. “Please, whatever you’re doing just- ohmyfuckin’god- don’t stop.” 

Eddie groaned, vibrations sending shock waves straight to your core, hips rocking back towards his face as best as you could in the awkwardly bent position, folded in two practically so he could devour you. He stroked himself harder, faster with every whimper and whine that fell from your lips. 

He knew that you were close, the way your toes curled, hips jolting with every hollowed cheek suckle of his lips on your clit. He could feel his own high coming, slowing his strokes to time his release. Eddie wanted you to cum first- wanted that dazed, glassy eyed tinge in your eyes, when you looked positively picture perfect. 

And he got his money shot. That tree topping, perfect picture, better than what he could have imagined. Your cheeks glowing, teary eyes rounded, looking up perfectly at him with your tongue out, collecting every drop of his release while Eddie grunted out babbling praises that left you flushing with heat. 

“That’s the one.” Eddie grinned, chest still shining with a sheen of sweat, a pink flush down his tattooed torso. He flicked the Polaroid in his hand a few more times, grinning proudly at the photo, his own masterpiece. 

“That’s it?” You hummed, head rushing with that post-orgasm gooey feeling that had your heart swelling, cheek pressed to Eddie’s pillow. It smelled like him- citrusy Gain detergent, faint spicy cologne that was muted in the second hand transfer to the cotton, and his tea tree shampoo. You pressed your face further into the cotton, hands sneaking under the pillow, peeking out at Eddie from your place on the bed. 

“This is the one, babe.” Eddie nodded, rummaging through the small box of ornaments for what he was looking for, a cheap, plastic star. “This is a star worthy photo.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” You giggle. “Glad I could make your vision come true.” 

Eddie smirked, adjusting the star so it sat perched on top of the tree, the Polaroid taped to it. He stepped back, hands on his hips, admiring his own handiwork. You sitting back on your thighs, love drunk look in your eyes, tongue out showing off his release proudly, a tiny sliver of his tip in the bottom corner of the shot. 

His picture perfect star. The only thing he wanted on top of his tree. 

[jhoneybees]

Grumpy.

Ooooo a Greg Nolan ficcccc! Ok this one I just had to write as smut because oh how I love my hubby, my pumpy umpy umpkin, huggy bearrr Greggy Nolannn(sorry if they was cringe as hell-) Hope you enjoy!🤭

Characters: Greg Nolan X wife!reader

Warnings/triggers: SMUTTTT, argument, angry sex, fingering, handjob, spanking, swearing, Greg being rough, use of daddy

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a @theelvisprincess @thelonelyheart @polksaladava @hooked-on-elvis

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Greg has been in such a grumpy mood lately and you know it’s his job that’s poking at him, you’re quite proud of how well he’s managing his anger because there were times where he took it too far and hurt some people’s feelings and you made sure to talk to him about it. You’ve been married to him for 6 years now and really, you’re still surprised how easy it is to annoy Greg, it’s like how a man pokes a bull and you have to admit your husband being this grumpy and sarcastic bum sometimes does things to you. That frown he almost has all the time is so hot, it’s so sexy and his voice, crisp, deep and grumbly, a lot of the time you can’t help rubbing your thighs together.

You do listen and comfort him from time to time, when he wants it you mean. It’s just when he comes home nowadays, roughly closing the front door. Huffing and puffing as he yanks his tie and jacket off, makes your brain turn to mush.

He’s just so sexy when he’s angry.

Now, you know some people might say that is quite toxic, to find your partner when they’re angry attractive but come on… doesn’t the thought of allowing him to dig all his anger deep inside of you with large firm hands gripping at your hips like a vice. Never letting you go until you get him to that place he craves sound delicious?

It’s so delicious that this afternoon, you are going to get yourself all dolled up for him. He’s been going through it this week and you think he deserves a bit of pampering and hopefully a bit of rough sex to get through this week of turmoil. You’ll get yourself in your best lingerie and curl your hair and when you finish, you’re gonna quickly run around the house, finishing off the rest of the chores you’ve been meaning to do this weekend, and finally after a little while of doing just that you gently sit yourself down on the main couch in the living room, fluffing your hair and adjusting your bra, biting your bottom lip at the anticipation of your husband arriving home.

Slam.

“Hi, honey.” You say, lovingly. Pushing your body off of the couch and padding over through the archway to the front door, holding your arms up to rest on his shoulders. Giving him the usual welcome kiss that he sighs from. “How did work go?”

“Shit.” Greg grumbles.

You can already feel your center tingling. “Oh.” Raking your fingers through his hair, you keep a bit of distance with your bodies. “Wanna talk about it?”

He huffs. “I’d just be telling ya the same thing.”

“I don’t mind.” You comfort, stifling a smile feeling his finger brush against the side of your thigh.

“What’re you wearin’ this for?” He asks and you smirk a little looking into his tired eyes, keeping your composure level.

“Thought I could give you a little bit of loving…” You lift your knee ever slightly, grazing your bare thigh against his clothed one. You slide your elbows down to rub your hands up and down on his chest. Inching your face to be that bit closer to his, nuzzling his nose with yours but he sighs a bit agitated and pulls away.

“Not ta’night, baby… I just want some peace.”

Lightly moving your arms off of him and walking past to make his way into the kitchen, you follow behind, quietly. Placing your hand on the counter as you watch him grab a beer from the fridge, popping the lid off with ease and taking a big swig. Your other hand fidgets with the strap of your bra, standing in a way to make him notice you but he just turns around and leans back against the same counter, facing away rubbing his face with his free hand.

“Ugh…” He groans. Hanging his head low as he takes another couple of swigs. Roughly pulling on his tie but when it gets caught suddenly he’s slamming his beer down and ripping the thing off. Throwing it over the counter for it to land on the floor. “Damnit!”

Your body jolts a little at the sudden noise, silently watching him in front of you pace back and forth his hair a bit more disheveled than before and as he’s taking off his blazer and rubbing his forehead. A deep frown appears on his face.

“That sonofab*tch doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about, tellin’ me ta do two photoshoots on Friday even though I got f*cking five to do on that same day. Comin’ in everyday ta tell me the same goddamn thing, sayin’ he’d pay extra but he never f*cking does… Could shove a f*ckin’ camera up his ass and tell ‘im ta piss off. I’m only one f*cking man.”

“...Honey?” You call out. Walking towards him with great caution and when your hand goes up to touch his shoulder, you blink feeling him slapping it away. “Baby you-”

“Not right now.” He growls.

But you try again, this time stepping in front of him and holding onto his shoulders. Your eyes peer up at him with concern and as you see he’s about to push you away you brace yourself only for nothing to come and you just hear him breathe in deeply and close his eyes. “Baby-”

“Listen to me, Gre-”

“I don’t wan-”

“You can always take a couple of days off to rest.” You say quickly in hopes that might help but clearly you’re wrong when he turns away in almost disgust.

“I ain’t got time for days-”

“You can make time-”

“MAKE TIME MY ASS.”

He snaps, making you flinch. “I’m sure your boss would-”

“Damnit!” He spits, turning away but when his gaze lands back on you. Your heart skips a beat seeing his blue eyes now on fire.

“F*cking ‘ell” He yanks on your arm and soon pinning your back to the kitchen counter, you squeak, feeling him tear your black panties off letting them fall, all ripped up on the floor by your feet, a hot breath on your ear. “Turn around.”

“W-What?” You stutter, chest heaving with shock.

Breathing heavily, his frown deepens. “You’re gonna take me like a good girl.” Gliding his big hand down squeezing your right ass cheek in his palm, your hips buck feeling his fingertip nudge against your already wet hole.

“O-Okay.” You whimper.

“Hm?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Gonna take me, good?” He asks with something a bit softer in his tone of voice but when you nod and he turns you around, pressing your torso onto the cold countertop, his next actions make you scratch the idea of him going easy on you right out of your head.

SLAP.

“Daddy!” You gasp, back arching feeling the sting on your skin.

“F*ck…” He breathes, pushing you back down. “Be a good girl f’me.”

You nod and your hand quickly grips the edge of the counter as your warm skin touches the cold vinyl making a shiver go down your spine and the clinking of Greg’s belt fills your ears. Gulping at the sound of his moans as he strokes his cock, you whimper loudly feeling from out of nowhere him push two of his long fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out quickly groaning at how wet your pussy is and not long he pulls them back out, cursing at how you taste as he sucks his fingers. “Mmm…”

Gripping onto your hip and guiding the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance, he thrusts himself inside with no warning, his hold tightening listening to your cries. “Greg!”

He begins to drive his hard length deep inside of you, not giving any time to adjust and as you feel the sensations spread all throughout your body, your head starts to spin.”Mm-”

“That’s it.” Greg groans, gritting his teeth. Not wasting any time on speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts.

You whine, rising onto your tippy toes trying to ease the slight pain that’s slowly forming into pleasure Greg slams your hips to the edge of the counter and rams his cock impossibly deeper. Leaning over your back as you quietly start to moan. He sucks the skin on the back of your neck in between his teeth, kissing there as his hands slide up to the top of your hip bones. Rolling his eyes back at your gushy walls clenching around his girth, coating him in all your juices.

“Taking me s’well…” He murmurs breathlessly in your ear, hastily unclasping your bra and sliding his hand underneath your body to grasp onto your breast rubbing his palm over your nipple making you moan and your arms shake as they try their best to hold you up. You bite your lip.”Goddamn…”

His thrusts get stronger and stronger as every moan and grunt goes by and wet sounds of your body colliding together fills your beach house soon your hitched breaths and slurred moans join in.

“Daddy…” You beg.

“Gonna get us there, baby…gonna get us there- oh yes…yes.”

Your eyes roll back, his tip nudging at your cervix. It’s now hitting that place over and over and how your moans were big and loud before, now they are deafening. The sensations get so good, so overwhelming good that it doesn’t take long for Greg to shoot his release into your womb and you cum hard on his cock.

“F*ck yes, baby…” He whispers after slowly coming down from his high. His forehead resting on the back of your shoulder as you pant.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm.”

“Grumpy.” You laugh breathlessly.

[swappingforgood]

Missing it Already part 2

Still enjoying the effects of my orgasm, I go to Larry’s bedroom to see his large mattress and lay down. Letting my hands explore every inch of my new form. I’m still in shock, and honestly, being Larry for a week is not the worst thing ever. Day Three was not bad as I went to work and saw Larry in my body who was wearing gym clothes. "Oh, hey Boss,” Larry said as he greets me. I couldn’t help but notice how clean my house was, but I mean it would make sense since Larry is a cleaner. “Did…you clean this up by yourself?” I asked as I sit my larger frame on the couch. “I sure did. I had time after work and honestly figured you could use the break, so I decided to do both of our jobs,” Larry said as he walks around in my body. It’s kinda weird to hear my body sound so happy and cheery and full of energy. He then joins me on the couch and holds my hand. “Boss, you have been so kind to me that I really hope you get to relax in my body. Take the next few days off. I’ll see you on day 7; where will we swap back, okay?” Larry said as he ushered me outside my own home, but I didn’t think too hard about it. Honestly, he is right; I deserve a break. After going to my apartment and feeding my hungry body, I used my typical gay dating apps, but the only people who were interested were guys who looked like me, well, Larry. Bummed out, I didn’t let that stop me as I met up with this one twinkling only for him to ghost me and call me a fat slob. It made me upset because obviously I’m not a fat slob; Larry’s body is fat, not me. However, I find personal pleasure with myself, and on day 7, I go to my mansion and I’m greeted by Larry, who was wearing a robe and underwear. Showing off my hard-worked body and salt and pepper hair. “Hey boss, come on in, let’s celebrate,” Larry said as we share some drinks and discuss our weeks. I couldn’t help but let the alcohol talk for me as I mentioned his choice of attire. “Larry, why do you have my body dressed like that?” I said with a drunken slur as he moves closer to me and puts his hands on my belly. “I’m going to miss this body, so I figured, why not, and plus, you like what you see?” Larry said with my voice, which turned me the heck on, and he noticed it. Next thing I know, he is between my larger legs and we are grinding our cocks together as he whispers, “Do you miss this body?”. I moan in response, “I do; I missed it every day. I loved being in your body, but I miss mine,” Larry chuckles as he lowers our underwear and places his cock against my fat ass. “Let’s have sex as each other, please?” He said with a grin that I didn’t notice due to being drunk. I moaned as I felt my fat ass getting fucked by my former cock and Larry moans. “Can I call you Larry while I fuck you?” He says, and I nod in approval, giving into my desires. “Oh yes boss, fuck my fat body,” I say in a desperate tone as Larry grins and whispers into my ear. “I’m gonna cum inside you, Larry,” and it drives me over the edge. I feel my small cock spurt all over my stomach as I feel the warmth of the seed of my former cock filling my ass. As we lay down together and catch our breath, I ask. “That was amazing; you did good using my body like that, but can we swap back now?” Larry stays quiet as he gets up and grabs the amulet he kept by the bedside, and in a dark tone, he told me to touch it just like before, but nothing happened. I looked in utter shock as I noticed Larry had a massive grin on his face. "Whoops, did I forget to mention? If the swapped people have sex, then the swap would be permanent." I hold onto the amulet tightly and plea. “No, this can’t be happening. Larry, why didn’t you tell me?” “My name is not Larry anymore, you fat loser. It’s Michael, but to you, it’s sir. Now put on your clothes and get to work.” 

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Becoming the Breadwinner

David has been a real pain since he turned 18. The kid refuses to get a job, skips school, and spends his time playing video games on the couch. The only effort he puts into anything is girls, and even that he quickly loses interest in.

I love my little brother, but I expect more from him than that. When our parents stepped out of the picture, I was the big brother who stepped up. I dropped out of highschool and got a full time gig at a garage. It was grueling work, but I always put in overtime to make sure David could finish school and play basketball.

Now my lazy brother rarely does either of those things.

"David, did you really just sit on the couch all day," my voice rises as I get home from a long day, "You had chores to do around here."

"I'll get to them tomorrow," he mumbles, staring at the screen.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I stomp over to the TV and turn it off.

"What the hell, bro!" he snaps, "Turn it on."

"No TV until you mow the goddamn lawn!" I roar.

"Lay off me, dad." he scoffs sarcastically, "You used to be fun, bro."

"Oh, am I not fun anymore? Sorry, I don't enjoy putting in 7 days of work a week so you can bum around all day!"

"Whatever, bro," he resigns. I can already tell I'm not going to win. He's already staring at his phone, and there's no way in hell David is picking himself off of this couch tonight.

"I didn't want to resort to this," I explain, "But I don't have a choice, do I? You're going to take on more responsibility from now on, and your going to like it," I say firmly.

"Shut up, bro," he rolls his eyes at me.

"No, you shut it! I'm tired of paying for our house, our food, our lives while you refuse to appreciate any of it! It's my turn to be lazy!"

"Your nuts, bro," David groans, but he shifts in his seat, suddenly growing uncomfortable in his own skin.

"Maybe I am, but you can feel it happening, right?"

"What's happening, bro?" my little brother laughs, but his smile lines deepen as the skin on his face becomes more tired and loose.

The kid's shoulders broaden beneath his t-shirt and his legs lengthen as he fidgets awkwardly on the couch. Then his skin roughens before it looks like it's almost inflating. A small layer of pudge fills out his cheeks and then his neck. His entire torso thickens as his metabolism weakens. David's previously flat stomach grows into a paunchy belly that his now heavy pecs can finally rest on.

"What's happening?" David cries, but his voice cracks and the second word is said several octaves lower than normal.

"It's your turn to play dad," is all I say.

"What?" the deep voice in his throat whimpers, as a thick patch of wiry hair bud around his jaw and neck.

"And I'm tired of our lack of finances" I add, ignoring the desperate look on my brother's rapidly aging face, "You work at the bank. Don't you, dad?"

"I'm not dad!" he says firmly, but between his deeply commanding voice and matured body, it was hard to see him as anything else.

His t-shirt eventually transforms into a collared button up as a wide tie rolls down from his thick neck. A heavy brown belt appears beneath his gut, tightly tucking his slacks into his soft body.

David holds a hand to his creased forehead and groans, "Bro, what's going on?"

"Bro?" I laugh emphatically, "Why are you calling me bro, dad?"

David pauses and then let's out an amused chuckle, "I don't know, son. It was a long day at the bank."

"You're such a weirdo, old man," I add, taking on the bratty tone David had previously been using with me.

My new dad let's out an exaggerated groan as he pulls himself off the couch, "Why are you dressed like a grease monkey, son? You finally get a job?"

I glance down at the worn blue clothes that make up my mechanic uniform. I won't be needing these anymore.

"Nah, dad," I laugh, "I thrifted these. They're vintage."

David let's out a chuckle, "You kids are something else. I'll start on dinner. Chicken sound good for tonight?"

"Whatever," I answer heading for the gaming console in David's old room, "I'm gonna play some videogames. Just let me know when the food's ready."

"Sure thing, pal," my new dad feighns a smile as he steps into the kitchen.

I spent the rest of the night relaxing in David's old room while my father cooked dinner before going straight to bed. He had to be up early to shower and shave before heading to the bank.

Meanwhile, I called the garage and quit. David would be taking care of us for a while. It was his turn to bring in the income, and it was my turn to coast off of his long hours.

[dilfl0v3rss]

clean up

the house was a mess and if there was one thing you hated to come home, to it was a damn mess. “billy! bring your ass down here now!” you yelled, anger bubbling in your stomach as you looked at the loud tv and open chip bags all over the living room. “hold on baby, m’busy!” your boyfriend yelled from your room. your hand tightened around the doorknob, slamming the door shut as you waited for your man to descend the stairs. “cmon princess what’d i say about slamming doors in here?” billy said as he made his way to you.

“and what did i say about leaving this house looking like this?” you spit, your hands waving around the house for him to look at the mess everywhere. billy looked down at you, a sorry expression on his face as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “my bad” was all he said. your anger only increased at his lack of remorse. you quickly shoved passed him, snatching the chip bags off the table and floor before stomping your way to the garbage. “sick of living like this” you mumbled, thinking he didn’t hear you, but he did.

“whatdya mean baby, s’just a little mess” you quickly made your way back to him, poking at his chest as you raised your voice in his face. “like THIS! cleaning after your crazy, bum ass! i let you hide out over here b’cause i loved you and didn’t want you t’get locked up and this is what i get billy? furreal bro?” your words went in one ear and out the other as your no good boyfriend just answered what he wanted to answer. “loved? whatdya mean ‘loved’? you don’t love me no more? and who’s your ‘bro’ cause when i’m balls deep inside of you all i hear is ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’. lower your voice when y’talk t’me and stop slamming the damn door!” he yelled back.

your body moved before your mind, letting your hand fly before it connected with his cheek. instant regret filled your system, an apology on your tongue as you watched billy’s face go from an angry snarl to a scary smirk. “i-i didn’t mean t’do that…m’sor-” your sentence was cut off by billy’s long finger in your face. “i don’t wanna hear it….go upstairs and take those clothes off f’me”

within minutes you were face down into the sheets, billy’s long dick hitting so deep inside of you that you’ve had to have broken about three nails from how tight you were gripping the sheets. “what’s my name baby?” he groaned, his hands flat on your back as he pushed your arch into the sheets. you whined into the fabric, walls clenching tight around him as you tried to hold your release like he previously said. billy rolled his eyes at your lack of reply, giving you a particularly deep thrust to your cervix to get you to obey. “you fuckin heard me princess m’not gonna ask you again”

a loud whine dropped from your lips into the sheets, your spit and tears already soaking the material as you lifted your head to speak. “d-daddy” you moaned, making a smirk appear on billy’s face as he removed a hand from your back. he moved it to your hair, yanking your head back as far as you could go before leaning down to your ear to speak. “nuh uh uh, s’not what you said downstairs pretty girl. thought i was crazy and a bum, what happened to that?” his words went straight to your pussy, your release becoming the hardest thing in the world to keep away as you felt his dick travel deeper and deeper inside of you. “i was j-jus talkin papa…d-didn’t mean itttt fuck i can’t hold it!”

your screams told billy you were going to cum, making him slow his thrusts almost to a stop as he brought his hand from your hair to your neck, squeezing tightly as he listened to your choked sobs. “you’re always ‘jus talkin’ and it always gets you endin up like this.” he thrusted into you deeply with his last word, enjoying the raspy scream you let out as he began to grind his hips into you. “y’want daddy t’leave, s’that what you want?” an instant “nooo” flew from your lips, as well as many apologies as billy chuckled behind you. “m’jus playin honey. papa would never leave his princess all alone s’long as she fixes her attitude. can you do that f’me?”

he loosened his grip on your neck so you can speak clearly, his pace picking back up as he watched your body move up the bed from his hard thrusts. “i-i can do that papa….gonna fix my attitude f’you” a soft smile made its way to billy’s lips at your reply, his release approaching him as he quickly let go of your neck and sat up behind you. “good girl, go ahead and cum f’me kay?”

billy was able to fuck three more orgasms out of before you were passed out on the sheets, your light snores bringing a warm feeling to his heart as he threw on some sweatpants. he quietly tucked you into bed before leaving the room, making his way back downstairs to clean the rest of his mess from today.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi love! Could I possibly request IV X reader where reader had a long day and he does something cute like maybe run a bath or plan a relaxing night?

My pleasure 🤘🏼✨🙂‍↕️

Little things

iv knows it the moment he drops his bag in the hallway. Like a sixth sense clawing from within that something isn’t right. If iv hadn’t seen your car he would have assumed that you haven’t returned from work yet. But he did. And it was there. But the house was dead silent and that was usual. So Ivy is quick to kick his Nike’s off his feet as he pads towards your shared living room.

There’s not a sign of disturbance anywhere and if not for the side table lamp being turned on, he would have already dismissed the room as empty. Stepping around the sofa, iv can’t help but frown. There you are. Still fully clothed. Jacket over your shoulders. Shows still on your feet. Laying on the sofa as if that was the last place you had managed to crawl to before your body fully gave out on you. He crouches slowly, fingers reaching out to brush away some of the hair that had fallen over your face. “Hey”, he mutters softly, watching as you blink quickly, pulling yourself out of the haze. “How long have you been laying here, hm?”, caressing your cheek, iv sits down on the coffee table leaning onto his knees. With a slight sigh, you look across the room, “I don’t know…”, you admit, voice so quiet and weak that it physically claws at iv.

“Long day?”, he asks, intertwining his fingers with yours. Hating himself for getting so lost in rehearsals that he had barely messaged you through the day. You simply hum, looking up at him. “I’ll get started on dinner soon”, you brush your free hand over your face.

“Nah, let’s order Chinese”, iv is quick to shake his head, “iii was talking about spring rolls all day, I need to kill that craving”. Another almost relieved sigh slips past your lips. And he knows that he had managed to knock at least one of the rocks weighing on your shoulders. He slowly reaches over, untying your shoes. Make sure to massage your ankles while he is at it before it turns to face you once more.

“Grab onto me, bub”, iv pulls at your hands, letting them drop on his shoulders. “I can walk”, you grunt sitting up slowly. The warmth of your boyfriend already making you feel more like yourself. “Sure, but I can also carry you”, iv shrugs, wrapping his arms around, making sure you are all set in his arms before he turns towards the bedroom.

After slowly helping you to undress, making sure the shower temperature was just how you liked it, and pulling out your favorite scrubs and hair treatment thingies he knew nothing of, IV reaches for his phone to place a food order. Going down to bring back to your car so he can pick up and wash up the container you brought lunch in. Pulling a couple of the blankets from storage. He lites a couple of candles before putting on some random trash TV show he found.

iv is finishing plating out food when he hears you step out. Hair still damp but your face looks a lot lighter. His shirt that you’re wearing is loosely falling over your frame. “Just in time, bub”, he hums, gesturing to the steaming plates. “You didn’t have to”, you mutter, walking closer to him. Letting your face disappear in iv chest. “I want to make my baby feel better, this is nothing”, cupping your face between his palms, iv brushes his nose against yours, making a little chuckle slip past your lips. “There it is, the sound I love some much”, he can’t help but smile, before brushing his lips over yours a couple of times. “Now get your cute ass to the sofa”, his rough palms squeeze your bum, making you let out a squeal, before he washes you slowly paddling towards the living room. Not without a farewell slap against your ass. For good measure.

[freepassbound]

strawberry - favorite fruit?

pencil - do you own a journal?

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

strawberry - favorite fruit?

Favorite as a fruit: I'm pretty basic - I'd have to go with apples.

Favorite as a flavoring/ingredient: definitely cherries!

pencil - do you own a journal?

I don't believe I own any that are specifically journals, but I have a lot of blank notebooks around. Every so often I get the idea that journaling might be a useful thing to do, for the mental health; once or twice I've gotten so far as to try to start - but I run into both the excessively critical self-editor of writing and the extreme anxiety doom-brain of self-examination, and it paralyzes me.

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

I basically rotate among a few T-shirts for casual wear, so it would have to be those.

[harrysmimi]

Disrespect

Synopsis: Harry walks in to see YN being mistreated by his fans at her work

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"Harry!"

It was eight the morning when Harry heard YN calling him from the shower whilst he was preparing for breakfast.

"You alright?" He rushed back to their bedroom to watch her head popped out of the bathroom door, he could really see she was butt naked in the mirror behind her through the cracked door. "What?"

"I forgot my towel." She said, obviously sheepish smile on her face.

"You could have come out you know." He suggested already going to fetch the towel for her. "I can see your bum in the mirror there."

She rolled her eyes, "like you haven't seen it already." And it's cold to walk out of shower butt nakey without a towel.

"I have, I have," he agreed.

"Can I wear one of your hoodie?" She asked, taking the towel from him. He got a thank you kiss on the cheek instead of her saying it out loud.

"When do you not?" He shrugged, "you've stole all my clothes. Just got me boxers to my name."

YN just giggles, "they're comfy!"

"And you know you don't have to ask me, darling." He assured her, watching her walk out with the towel wrapped around her body. "Are you still sore?" Enquiring about the changing weather which triggers her arthritis, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Also, they went a little too rough last night. Bask in the fresh smell of her body wash.

"A hot shower helped, can definitely walk now." She shared. He caught her towel which unraveled to her chest.

"I really do go at it like a rabit." He realised. "But can you blame me though!"

"No one's blaming you." She resumed picking out her clothes and a hoodie from his side of the closet with a six feet tall, man baby clinging onto her.

"I think you should take the day off." He suggested. "I crave attention today!"

"I already took up all paid leaves, I can't." She cooed, "it's Friday. I'll be home for the weekend, I promise."

"You're not going over to Brielle's, this weekend?" His earn perked up like a cat at the news.

She has been going over to her friend's because she was really struggling in the last trimester of her pregnancy, with her Fiancé working extra hours at office so he can take the leave, her mum being busy with work the girl pregnant with twins was left alone for the most of the time. YN was a good friend, it really warmed his heart to see how she cared for people close to her. He didn't mind when she went over to her friend's house for the day on weekend.

"Yeah, she said her Fiancé's paternity leave begins from today." She shared.

"Well, good, I get to have my girl to myself." He sighed dropping his head into the crook of her neck, his soft lips brushing against her soft skin. "When do you get off work today?"

"At five." She reached for her pants hung on the hangers. "Haz, you're tickling me!" She squealed feeling his finger tips dig in her side making him chuckle. He press his lips onto her bare shoulder, coming to halt with his teasing.

"Alright then, I'm dropping you off on my way to gym and I'll be coming over to pick you up as well." He announced his plan, tucking the loose end of the towel back in so it wouldn't fall off when he pulled away.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

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YN's day was going super well today. Especially because they were not short staffed today. And she gets to see her man at the end of the day who had just dropped her off at work this morning.

Today they had very generous customers coming in who did not hesitate to give tips. It wasn't a common thing for folks in UK to tip, and not to take it wrong they get paid fair wages. YN's boss ensures that they get their holiday bonuses every time. But there are employees who had many good uses of those extra tips.

"YN, would you mind?" Emily gestured a request for her to go over to the til whilst she get the order ready. YN stood behind the vacant register, next to her other co-worker Kathleen, who was already taking in a order.

"Hello good evening, what can I get for you today?" She smiled greeting the two girls who'd just walked in. She could already sense the vibes as if she's a psychic. Especially with a LOT tote bags and Pleasing hoodie. Both of the girls had their heads buried into their phones, air pods in.

"I'll take an iced mocha latte," the girl in the yellow hoodie said. YN decided to ignore the fact her head was still down.

"Can I'll take a black coffee." The other one said who had the decency to at least look at her.

"I'll also take a chocolate croissant." Now the girl in the yellow hoodie looked up at YN, who was punching in the order in the register as if she was on autopilot.

"What size to you want it to be?" YN asked more about their vague order.

"The croissant?" The yellow hoodie scoffed.

"Coffee?" YN said, but it came in as more of a question. How stupid a person have to be to ask thay question... But who is she to judge?

"Make the black coffee a medium please, with no sweetner."

"Make mine a medium too then I guess!" You g lady said, rather rudely when YN looked at her for her order.

"Okay," she nodded, "do you want it with regular milk or substituted milk?"

"Duh, regular milk."

Kathleen looked at YN as she patiently deal with these teenagers. She proceeded to ask their names to put on the cups. Trice and Juniper it was.

Not to take this in a wrong way, her co-workers felt bad for her. Because from this past week she's got her boyfriend's fans coming in just to mistreat her and bully her. Yes, all of the people who work with YN are Harry's huge fans but they respect him enough to be involved in his personal business with their co-worker. Everyone loved YN at the cafe, especially the frequent customers. She was literally ray of sunshine at work, nothing but kind and sweet to others.

What reason has she got to be rude to other people for no reason anyway? She goes to work because she likes it and it put food on her plate a roof over her head.

And then there are these people who are worse than who they call Karens and Kevins among the employees, the rude and entitled ones who are inevitable to avoid. These girls clearly seem to know who she is, especially since YN's been to a premier with Harry. Even though she wasn't on red carpet with him, his fans still managed to get her pictures next to Glenn and Jeffery. Everyone knew what Harry's secret girlfriend looked like all of a sudden.

YN proceeded to tell them their total and girl in the yellow hoodie decided to pay, with cash.

The door bell chimed catching YN's attention, it was Harry she saw. He'd came over to pick her. He shot her petite wave as he went on to stand to a side whilst she gets done with her work. He greeted Emily who was making a latte at YN's usually spot of work, talking about the kittens. He wouldn't lie, he's been excited about it.

YN's had enough them the girl threw two bills on the counter, instead of handing it to her when she had her hand out. Causing the money to fall in two different directions. She picked it up quiet and reached for coins in the til.

"Would you like the bill?" YN asked but that just earned a scoff to her.

Kathleen shot her a no look because she, well, apparently everyone knows that she's pissed now. She tossed the coins on the counter the same way the girl did, causing the metal to bounce, and some rolled off the counter on the floor. Both the girls gasp. Harry saw all of that, clearly, he glanced at a shocked Emily who missed it whilst she was doing her work.

"Your order will be ready in five, Trice." YN said with am overly fake smile she even bothered to put on.

"You are so fucking rude!" Trice said, "fat, ugly bitch, what did you do that for?"

"Oi, watch it!" Kathleen butted it, clearly offended for her co-worker.

"Clearly, everything said about you on the internet is true. You don't deserve to be with Harry, you ungrateful who—"

"What is going on here?" Jennifer, YN's manager came over seeing the commotion before Harry was about to stand up for his girl. That was the most atrocious thing he'd seen. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you kindly to step out of our shop." She continued, politely moving YN to a side, she fetched for the amount the girl had paid ever so kindly to refund.

"This is ridiculous. She was being mean to me, throwing the money like I'm a fucking begger by a mere server!" Trice exclaimed. "Are you the manager?" All the whilst her friend stood there with her jaw hung to the floor. Maybe she was surprised by her friend's behaviour, or she was thinking YN's in wrong here.

"Yes, I am and I'm not going to let you treat my employees this way. We are refusing to serve you today, and in the future." Jennifer said, firmly. "Please." She gestured the girls to the door.

Harry couldn't take it, especially when the other one saw him standing right there to be a witness to the scene. On the internet, it could be pretty much easy to avoid by simply not indulging into it, and his girl is has mastered doing that so far. But this is insane, coming in at her work place. He had let the incident on her flight to New York, he wasn't there and YN chose to not tell him the details. But this. This all all happened right in front of him. That person was about to call his girlfriend disrespectful names, that broke his peak of patience there.

The other one nudged her friend's side to make his presence known to him there. The girl, who's name is Trice he reckoned looked at him as if she just saw a ghost there.

"This is her place of work. Whatever you think her job is, doesn't give you the right the treat my girlfriend that way." He spoke to the girls, calmly, because he doesn't want to add to the commotion happening, "I want you to know that, I found it very rude of you. Hope you work on being on a better person!"

YN looked at him, surprised. Honestly she didn't know why she was surprised. She was shook, as that girl was about to call her the w-word. She had never heard anyone call her that, even through she's gotten into many arguments with rude customers like the girl. Not even on the internet people go this far to bully her for simply being her boyfriend's girlfriend.

YN didn't know how to take it and process it!

Harry was so grateful for YN's manager to stepping in. Or he would have lost it actually hearing someone calling his girlfriend so disrespectful. He just watched as those girl mumbled their apologies to him before leaving. He proceeded to pick up the change which had fallen on the floor and handed it back to Kathleen.

"You alright?" Jennifer asked YN, who was still trying to take in what just happened.

"Yeah, I, I am really sorry about that." YN mumbled.

"Don't be," Kathleen butted in who saw everything first hand happening to her, "that girl was a literal shit of a person. What you did was very fucking badass!"

"Mhmm!" Emily sounded.

There were not many people in the cafe that time but everyone who was watching had seemed to get back to their work. Harry approached closer to the til. "Do you want to go home now?"

"Yes, yeah, I'll be out." YN agreed, before heading to the back. "Gimme five minutes."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

On the way he stayed silent, it was awkward for the first time in between them. Especially that's what YN felt.

"I'm sorry about that." He spoke, once they're back in comfort of their home.

"Why so? It wasn't your fault Harry." She cooed. "Come here, sit down." Walking over to the living room she made him sit down on the sofa whilst she took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. "It's okay, I promise."

"It's not," he looked more hurt than her, "they bully you just because you choose to stick by my side. That's fuck up, baby and not okay!"

"I know, but we can't control everyone, can we?" She shrugged, "you say it to me that the best we can do it just ignore the hate. And honestly I now look at her like one of those bad customers, that's all."

"That's the thing, you shouldn't!" He stressed, "I'm going to put out an statement, this is ridiculous. She was clearly about to call you something so disrespectful, I don't even wanna say it! It's disgusting!"

"Don't do that, please, it's only going to add to the drama." She insisted, "it's gonna attract more hate and criticism, and I don't want that that for you, for us."

Well, she isn't entirely in wrong here. People wouldn't mind talking shit about him either, why was he at his girlfriend's work place? Where is the professionalism? Why would he say that to people who literally keep him employed? What was he thinking when he said that? Why did he said it like that? He cares too much, or he cares too little. The criticism was going to come in from left, right, front and back.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Yeah, we'll just deal with it when we absolutely have to. We don't owe anyone any explaination. I see rude customers every single day." She nudged her nose closer to his with her forehead on his.

"I just hated that do much!" with a sigh his voice sounded so watery. God he loves her so much, he would fight the world for her with his bare hands in that moment.

All the other times, it didn't hit him this hard. With her it was different for him. Of course it was, it is YN he's talking about here!

"I know, Haz. But it's okay." She pulled him in a tight embrace his head rested on her chest, "I promise!"

"It shouldn't be okay!" He sighed, pulling away. "It shouldn't be. Don't tell me to keep low when they cause a big stir on the internet and it reaches media, I'm not going to sit here and let everyone talk more shit about you!"

"Okay, only if they make drama." She agreed.

"Okay." He nodded.

"We just came back, but do you want to go get some ice-cream?" She suggested.

"Hmm," he sighed remembering about this thing he had planned on, "I had plan to go to Italy."

"What is it with you and your impromptu vacations?" She chuckled. "Why Italy all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "I'm bored now that I don't have anything to do. Thought I could take you to a museum there, on a date."

"Oh how rich are you!" She sighed dramatically, with dreamy eyes making him giggle.

"You still want to go? We have about two three hours." He suggested.

"You already booked a flight?" She was surprised.

"Yeah, come on, will help you pack." He grabbed her hand and walked her to their bedroom.

"Harry, it's gonna take time and you traffic this time is the worse." She stressed.

"We'll wait for another one if we miss it, now come on, we need to pack enough for the weekend." Harry went on to bring out a duffle bag.

"Can we postpone it to the next weekend? I am anxious we're going to miss the flight." She was froze to her spot watching him move back and forth from the closet picking out his own clothes too. She'd feel to bad if they miss the flight as it is going to be waste of money.

"I don't think so, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to waste no more time."

"I'm telling you we're going to miss the flight!"

"We're not!" He laughed. "We'll take this too." He picked out a random pretty dress from her side and folded it nicely before stuffing it into the bag.

"You're so annoying! Could have told me beforehand about this." She scolded him, now frantically picking out her stuff, "if we miss the flight it's gonna go to waste!"

"Baby, baby, baby I need you to calm down please!" giggling, he rushed towards his girlfriend  who was carrying her stuff in her arms, a towel, her toiletries, her hoodies and under garments. "It's okay. I was going to tell you this the in the car but shit happened so I couldn't. It's okay if we miss the flight, we'll wait another hour for the next one. We're not going to postpone this trip, okay? Now chop-chop!"

"Where are we gonna stay? Hotels are very fucking expensive."

"I've got a house there we'll be staying at."

He's got a surprise for her there waiting there. With a pat pn her bum her urged her to hurry as he called for a cab to the airport. And they really missed the flight, YN was pissed to say the least. But Harry distracted her reading about the museum he was actually going to take her to whilst they waited there for the next flight.

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[matchakennedy]

STRESS RELIEF || PT. 1

[this is one of my first timed writing a smut.. So please bare with me. FEEDBACK WOULD BE GREAT!]

[cw VERY soft dom? SMUT?! idk what to put but i see everyone put it.]

MINORS + AGELESS DNI

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It was late evening and Leon was just getting home from work. His hands were dirty and his clothes were full of whatever juices the Bioweapons release. Quite frankly he was a mess. Your eyes turn to him and immediately you start to worry. "Baby! Are you okay?" You ask, going over to him and placing your hands on his upper arms. You start to check him out a little more to see if any of the liquids on him were leaking from his body, but nothing.

"I'm fine." He murmurs, leaning down and planting a soft kiss upon your forehead. "I'm gonna go shower and then we can eat together. Would you mind putting my clothes in the washer?" He asks, starting to strip himself of his clothes. This was a normal occurrence, seeing him butt naked around your apartment. You give him a nod, taking his clothes and throwing them into the washer. You start the machine and continue cooking one of Leon's favourite meals. Whenever he was gone for a few days, you always spoiled him rotten. New clothes, favourite foods, massage and letting him worship your body. He loved the noises you make while the two of you were intimate. It always made him wanting more. It was getting a bit late and the potatoes were just getting soft in the water now.

Leon shows up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. He burries his head into your neck and inhales your scent, something he always remembers while away for a while. "Baby.." He whispers against your neck, planting a soft kiss exactly where he knows you'll make a soft gasping noise. You did exactly that.

"I missed that pretty noise you make." Leon brings his hands down to your hips and pulls your bum against his erection. Of course a soft laugh leaves your mouth at how needy he is. "Can I..?" He asks, playing with the strings of your pyjama pants. You give him an agreeing nod which triggers Leon to turn off the stove. "C'mon." He says, picking you up without any trouble and placing you over his shoulder. You let out a gasp at how fast his movement was but there was no stopping Leon. "Leon! Shouldn't we eat first?" You ask, assuming he was hungry for food but you we're very wrong. He was fast while walking up the stairs, you were basically bouncing up and down while he walked. He brings you into your bedroom and opens the door with his foot since both his hands were supporting you. He really just wanted to keep his hands on you.

"I can't wait, I'm sorry, Baby. But please use our safe word if it gets too much, alright. I've missed you so god damn much." He drops you down onto the bed in a gentle manner and smiles down at you with the most loving eyes a man can have. He brings his hands down to your hips and holds them so gently despite how desperate he is to make you feel good. He always had to prepare and make sure you're feeling the same way— you definitely were. The heat was already rising in your skin and the tingling feeling in your below area. The picture of him down between your thighs had you going crazy. The way he absolutely devours you all while keeping eye contact every singe time, made you even more aroused. "You're so beautiful." He whispers while keeping his eyes on your face, rather than your body. He loved everything about you and his favourite thing was your face. You could be absolutely naked and he'd still appreciate your face more. The reason is all the reactions you give while he's pleasuring you.

His hands slowly snake their way up your shirt which causes you to shiver, sending a pulse down Leon's length. A soft hum leaves his mouth as he reaches your breasts, revealing that you weren't wearing a bra as he expected. You were only lounging around the house so why would you? His fingers softly press against your soft nipple, which slowly progressed on getting harder as he rubbed his thumbs against them. The soft gasps leaving your mouth and the way your body reacted to his touch, encouraged him to continue. His head dips down and catches a nipple through your shirt, sucking on it and craving for the taste of your skin but didn't want to rush into things in order to give you the best experience.

"Leon.. You can take it off." You tell him as his head perks up like a dog. He wastes no time lifting the shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor of your bedroom. His head drops once again, capturing your now bare nipple into his mouth. A groan leaves his throat as he feels the softness of your skin and the harden nipple in his mouth. The sensation made him feel like on cloud 9 and he was only at your breasts. His tongue slightly flicked against your nipple, teasing and pleasuring you all at the same time. He pulled away with a smile, moving onto your other nipple with the same idea in mind. His lips press against you, sucking against your nipple with tender care while his other hand rolled your opposite nipple between his fingers. The sounds of his grunts and the hand placement cause you to moan which pulled Leon away. He didn't wanna wait longer.

He slowly starts peppers kisses down from your chest and to your stomach. Soft noises escape your mouth and your hand finds his dirty blonde strands. A gentle groan leaves his mouth at the contact. He then gets down onto his knees for a more comfortable angle to pleasure you, growing even more impatient. He slowly removes your pyjama pants and looks up at you. His eyes are asking for consent even if he's gotten it many times. He's been waiting all week to see you, to hear you and feel you. A soft sigh leaves your mouth and you nod your head which caused a loud gasp to leave your mouth. Leon grabs hold of your thighs, pulling you close to him. "Thank you, baby. I love you so much." He murmurs, starting to plant soft kisses upon both of your thighs, leaving lovebites while being as gentle as he could be. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his nose presses against your clothed clit, inhaling the scent of your arousal while wanting nothing more than to taste you.

His finger pushes aside your panties that stayed on for now. He runs his finger down your folds, making you squirm slightly. "Sorry.." He whispers while softly stroking his finger against your folds tenderly. Your body reacts to his one finger and a soft moan breaks out from your mouth. Leon leans his head down, pressing his lips against your clit. You moan at his contact, running your hand through his hair gently causing him to look up. He removes his lips while his two fingers press against your entrance. "My pretty woman.." He whispers as he slowly pushes his fingers inside, making you moan quietly. "Are you okay?" He asks as his two fingers stay knuckle deep inside you, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah. Keep going." You respond which got a nod from Leon. He slowly starts to pump his fingers in your entrance. His slow movements and the soft noises your entrance makes as his fingers move within makes you close your eyes. The soft moans escaping your mouth as he continues in a gentle manner drives Leon wild. "Leon.." You murmur out within a moan, causing Leon to freeze his movements all together.

That soft whimpering moan of his name made his length twitch. He needed to hear more. He brings his mouth down to your clit, leaving sloppy kisses all over while his fingers start to drive back into your entrance with a faster pace. This of course brought more noises from your mouth, more breathless moans of his voice. He slowly starts to grind his hips again the bed to soothe his stingingly hard length. His head lifts up to lick his lips.

"God.. You are incredible." His fingers continue their movement, "Keep saying my name.. Just like that." He says, leaning back down and continuing his sloppy kisses, devouring you as if it was his last meal. "Missed this so much." He mumbles against your folds, curling his fingers up inside you which caused you to gasp out loud. Leon looks up immediately, his eyes concerned and movements pausing.

"Don't stop.. I'm about to cum." You says, pushing back his hair and giving him a smile. His face was glistening with your arousal and his hand softly stroking your thigh while he gives you a break.

"Anything for you." He responds to you, continuing what he started. His two fingers dig deep into you as he lifts himself up to capture your lips onto his. You could taste yourself on his lips and that almost made you lose control. Your walls tighten around his two thick fingers, indicating that you're close. A grunt is heard between you're sloppy kiss and Leon pulls away roughly. "Baby.. Cum whenever you'd like.." He says, pulling his fingers out before plunging them back in. This sent you over the edge causing you to moan, releasing yourself upon his fingers. Your thighs twitch close against Leon's head, which he loved.

Leon bent down and licked up everything he possibly could, slowly bringing his hand down to his length, stroking to and preparing it for what's to come. "You did amazing, honey.. You tasted amazing as always." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your lips. "Maybe we can continue?" He asks, tilting his head like a dog with the cutest smile. You couldn't say no— not that you were going too anyways.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 7: Shower Sex with Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish X Fem!Reader Word Count: 2091 Warnings: Shower sex, Oral (F Receiving), P in V sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Kinda fluffy, Laughing during sex, They are really really in love.

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

The sound of the door closing was all you needed to make the show you'd been watching a distant thought, now too busy sprinting to greet your soldier.

Your Johnny.

This wasn't a special homecoming; he's been home from deployment for a couple months now. He was returning from his morning run, sweaty and a little short of breath.

It was always cute how he would go from Mr. Serious Face to a ray of smiley sunshine the moment his eyes landed on you, and this time was no different.

"Good morning, Bonny." He greeted as you approached, all but throwing yourself at him, not a care in the world for how sweaty he is, you rather liked it, the way the scent would cling to you when you let go.

"Good morning, Love." You cooed right back, arms wrapped around his torso as his did the same to you. "How was your run?" You asked, noting that the sky was grey, and it looked like it might rain.

"Chilly, Autumn seems to have arrived." He answered, his accent rolling over the words.

"Finally, took it long enough." You huffed, only half joking. "Still worked up a good sweat." You noted, knowing what his next course of action would be as his sweet smile turned salacious.

"Yeah? I should go take a shower then, aye?" He asked, his arms unwrapping from you as if he intended to walk away.

"Oh yeah, you really reek." You teased before pressing your nose to his chest and taking a big whiff of his unfiltered musk. "Pee-eew!" Your voice was muffled, and it pulled a guffaw from the Scotsman.

"Ah, c'mere you!" He said as he scooped you up over his shoulder, laying a smack to your ass as he started for the bathroom, your own excited giggling filling the narrow hallway as he went.

The bathroom light was already on when he lightly kicked the door open, finding that you'd already set out a clean set of clothes for both of you and fresh towels in a heap, an indicator that you'd warmed them in the dryer.

"You cheeky little minx." He teased, shaking his head like he couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Before you could respond with a quip, he had you back on your feet only to then pull you to his chest, calloused hands cradling your face as he claims your lips with his in a, frankly filthy, kiss.

Tongues twisted and teeth nipped, soft sounds filled the confined space, your pleasured sighs and his pleased moans.

Never a patient man, Johnny started to trail his hands down your body, caressing your neck, down your sides to grip your hips, feeling the soft flesh there and wrapping around to grab your ass once more for good measure before trailing back up to lift your tank top up over your head.

With more of your skin exposed to him, Johnny wasted no time parting from your lip lock to instead press a line of them along your neck, stopping to make a handful of little (huge) marks as he went.

It was in the same manner of slow caresses that he pushed your sweatpants off your hips, letting them fall in a pool around your ankles.

He wasn't surprised to see your lack of panties, you usually didn't bother with them if you weren't leaving the house.

His large hands rested where the waistband of your pants had been, rubbing lightly at the indents it left in your skin, before they slipped down and around your bum to lift you into his arms, walking toward the shower as you claimed his lips in another scorching kiss.

Once in the little glass cubicle, he put you back on your feet, back against the wall, his still clothed chest pressed to your bare one, the fabric of his shirt making your nipples tingle.

"Stay." He ordered against your lips before backing away just enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it away without a care, his own sweatpants following a moment later, boxers going with them.

With his whole body bare you couldn't help but admire him for a moment. Johnny is a perfect example of peak male form, the kind that would make art students drool to have as a model.

With his fit body with a little bit of pudge around his belly to make him perfect for cuddles. Strong arms littered with scars and tattoos, each of which with a story of its own. Powerful legs that you know can run for miles and miles before ever tiring. And all of it is sprinkled with dark hair that forms trails and paths to all your favorite bits.

As you watched him, he watched you.

Blue eyes burned like coals as they raked up and down your body, and you knew what a sight you made. Chest heaving with heavy breaths that you haven't gotten back since that first kiss. Face flushed and hot all the way down to your chest. Leaned back against the cool tiles like they're the only thing keeping you upright, and to be honest, they are.

"Bonny girl..." He murmured softly, still heated but much more tender than the fiery passion of mere moments ago.

Then he was on you, a blind hand darting out to turn the water on, filling the room with the sounds of drops on tile, and the air quickly filling with steam as the water quickly got hotter than intended.

"Shit!" He crowed followed by a litany of Scottish curses spoken so fast you couldn't even try to decipher them as he rushed to turn the knob cooler.

You both stood there frozen for a moment before laughter filled the space. The kind of fully body laughter that makes your sides ache a little and leaves you breathless for a moment.

And once the laughter had died down, and the water was a temperature that didn’t feel like it would burn your skin off, you two were right back at it like nothing even happened.

Johnny had you pressed to the wall once more, his chest pressed to yours, his hands roaming, stopping to hold your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples till they came to peaks that he proceeded to lean down and take into his mouth.

An airy sound escaped you as you leaned into the touch, your own fingers digging into his hair to pull him closer, forever craving more of his touch.

“Johnny…Please…?” You pleaded, knowing he knew exactly what you wanted.

His pretty blues looked up at you through dark wet lashes with a twinkle, a smirk forming around where your nipple disappeared into his mouth.

Rather than tease you, he let his lifted brow do the work as he sank further down, releasing your teat with a soft pop that was only barely audible over the shower. Resting on a knee, one of his hands trailed down over your hip and down your thigh to take hold of the back of your knee, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder.

His lips pressed to the inside of your thigh, his scruffy face scratching lightly and leaving tingles in his wake as he slowly kissed his way to the apex, where the position he had you in opened you up to him perfectly.

You desired him since waking that morning, after he’d gone for his run, and your body was more than ready to accept what he would give you, already wet from more than just the water running in rivulets down your body.

The first thing he did was press a filthy kiss to your clit, already aching a little from not having been paid any attention till now, and it pulled a soft little gasp from you that made him hum, pleased at how your body reacts to his touch.

Said hum sent a shock of vibrations through your body that had your hands gripping his shoulders, and you could feel more than see his smirk at that, always so pleased with himself, your Johnny.

Choosing to have mercy on you, and himself, his tongue lolled out to lap at you from bottom to top, where he gave your clit a suck before replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing slow little circles as his mouth moved lower to essentially make out with your pussy.

One could be forgiven for thinking that the sounds Johnny MacTavish made as he ate you out were over the top, put on for your benefit, but no. He just loved tasting you that much, as moans and sighs and the occasional muffled “Fuck…” drifted to your ears over the running water.

And you were left to choose if you wanted to give him your own sounds or hold them in so you could hear his better, an eternal battle between you, so desperate to hear the other than you both played a game to see who would break first.

You usually lost.

This time it was his free hand coming down to press two fingers into you as his mouth returned to your, now throbbing, clit.

A pattern of curled fingers and sucking lips and lathing tongues was started and your end, or at least the first of this night, came all too fast.

And as waves of pleasure washed over you like the hot water from the shower head, he cooed up at you, his fingers never stilling. “So pretty for me, Hen…That’s it…”

Once your orgasm had ebbed, he returned to his feet, strong arms holding you as your legs shook a little.

“Think you got another in you?” He asked, sweet heat burning in his baby blues as he watched your flushed chest heave with each breath.

“More than…” You promised.

“That’s what I like to head…” He murmured as he leaned down and claimed your lips once more, giving you a taste of yourself and him as his tongue twisted with your own. “Turn for me?” He whispered against your lips.

And you weren’t about to argue, not when your pussy ached to be filled, and his cock looked so desperate, standing fully at attention and the tip red.

Sneaking another quick peck to his lips, you turned and leaned forward against the wet tiled wall, cold to the touch in a way that made goose flesh sprout over your skin.

A low groan echoed in the air as he looked down at your pussy and ass, wet and glistening like a gift from heaven, an altar he was more than happy to worship at.

The feeling of his cock filling you wasn’t new, not by many miles, but it never ceased to drive you wild. Hot and thick, there was always a little bit of a stretch, but Johnny never failed to take his time and let your body go at its own pace.

Soft whimpering sounds left your soft lips once he was fully seated in you, his tip pressed right up against your cervix just right.

“Fuuucking Hell, Bonny…Gripping me just right…” He moaned before giving his hips a slow roll, pressing into you just that little bit more before pulling back and starting in on a slow rhythm.

You could feel the burn of his eyes on the place where your bodies met, watching as he disappeared into you over and over, tormenting you with his slow pace.

Knowing what he wanted, you pressed back against him, meeting his movements halfway in a manner than had his shaft rubbing right up against your g-spot.

You could practically hear his smirk as his grip on your hips tightened and he sped up, going from zero to a hundred as he slammed into you over and over.

The sounds that left both of you would have neighbors calling the cops for fear of two animals fighting. Your high whimpers and moans meeting his low groans and growls in an orchestral cacophony that was a filthy as it was beautiful.

It all came to a crescendo as your orgasms hit both of you like trucks, yours setting his off by mere seconds.

Your pussy clenching down on his in waves as he filled you to the brim, his movements not stopping as you both rode out the pleasure, his cum leaking down your thighs to mingle with the water as it was washed away.

The water turned cold a few moments later and the room once more filled with your laughter.

[captainnameless]

me (begging for maxie & daddy) 🤝 you (enriching my life with your wonderful words)

pls and thank you? 🥹🫶🏻

“Max.” Daniel groans, turning over to palm at Max’s face, covering his eyes. “Go to sleep.”

“I can’t!” Max whines, batting at Daniel’s hand.

He’s been twisting and turning for at least two hours now, been next to Daniel, touching, not touching, laid on top of him, holding Leo, not holding Leo, scrunching his eyes shut in hopes to fall asleep.

“I really can’t.”

Daniel can hear the tremble in Max’s voice now, and when he opens his eyes against the darkness, Max’s face is dimly lit by the moonlight seeping through the curtains, revealing shiny eyes.

Daniel sighs a little, exhaustion poorly hidden with the busy day they’d had on the ranch, confused on how Max didn’t pass out the second his head hit the pillow. He’s getting overwhelmed, Daniel’s noticing, overly tired and frustrated with not being able to fall asleep.

Max is rubbing at his eyes as a small whimper leaves him and Daniel sits up, stretching his arms out before swinging his legs out of the bed.

“Daddy.” Max sounds panicked immediately, scrambling to sit up. “No, please-”

“Hey shhh,” Daniel soothes immediately, blindly patting the floor to feel for his joggers. “I’m not leaving you bub, don’t worry.”

Max seems unconvinced, even more restless now that’s Daniel out of the bed and so Daniel makes quick work of sliding on the joggers, pretty sure they’re on backwards but it’ll have to do. “Almost there,” Daniel says, finding a sweater to put on over the T-shirt he was wearing before finding similar clothing for Max.

“Daddy,” It’s almost a question when Daniel pulls the covers of Max, helps his feet into his own pair of sweats and pulls them up over his bum.

“Yes, muffin?” Daniel asks, gently taking Leo from Max so he can fit him in a jumper.

“What are we doing?” Max’s voice is still trembling, and so Daniel hands him back the little lion plush as soon as Max’s hands are through the sleeves.

“Getting a bit of air.” Daniel says before he hoists Max up who makes a squeaky noise out of surprise.

Daniel knows he isn’t supposed to carry Max, but he can make his way through his house blindly, and he’s not entirely sure this version of Max can, and with the younger already struggling to fall asleep. He isn’t willing to put on the lights.

Max clings to him while Daniel snatches up a blanket before making his way out of the bedroom, through the hall and into the living before sliding the patio doors.

“There we go.” Daniel hums, finding the swinging bench he’d set up two summers ago, getting them comfortable on it while he fits Max against his chest, covering him with the blanket.

It’s not too cold out, luckily but he’s thankful for the blanket he can drape around the both of the while Max settles.

“Close your eyes,” Daniel soothes, brushing some of Max’s hair back as he gently pushes his feet out, swinging the bench.

Max does as he told, sucking his thumb into his mouth while his free fingers tangle themselves around Leo’s tail, brushing them against his face.

Feeling Max relax against him was worth the trip outside and the soft little snores that come from the younger five minutes later are the cherry on top.

It’s a good life.

[hlficlibrary]

hiii how are you?

do you have any witch H / vampire L recs, or witch H / witch L ? somehow, just after october i‘m really in the mood for those hahaha

idk if you already did a rec list on those, sorry if you have!

thaaanks (: <3

Hi! You're very welcome! I've done some vampire recs, but not specifically witch/vampire pairing fics or witch/witch fics ! So here are some fics that fit what you're looking for...

the school of extraordinary lovers by @stylinsoncity

"We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are." - Laura Van Prooyen

harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey

Louis spins a finger in midair, like he’s indicating someone to turn around, staring pointedly at Liam as the faucet turns itself on and the can rinses itself in the sink behind him. Liam, moon burn him, doesn't rise to the bait, choosing instead to lean back on his stool and wrapping his hands around his own mug.

“Anyway, like I was saying and that you were ignoring, there's this new club near my school and I want you to go with me. Could do you some good, getting out once in awhile.”

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

domestic monsters (series) by g_uttertrash / @g-uttertrash

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)

Wish You to Ashes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

There in the middle of the candle triangle on Harry’s dining table, is the source of all Harry’s turmoil. His ex, Louis Tomlinson, in all his glory. Literally.

Louis is sat on his bum looking confused, not a stitch of clothing on him. It takes him a few beats to comprehend what’s going on as well, and when he does he attempts to cover his crotch with his hands.

”Harry?” He glances around the kitchen then. “What the fuck?”

Harry shrugs, a bit helplessly. “I don’t know. I was trying to banish you, not summon you.”

Louis narrows his eyes. “Banish me, really? Very mature Harry.”

(Or the one where witch Harry is heartbroken, and resorts to a risky spell to rid him of his ex. It doesn’t exactly go as planned).