#and i went to bed at 1am last night too

[theguardianace]

i keep not sleeping and its really bothering me :((((((

[trentskis]

good morrow another week then is it

[jjscrybaby]

jj maybank x fem!reader | hurt & comfort | (sad!reader, jj being adorbs, late night swimming.)

the last few days my meds have been acting up, so i feel like absolute shit🤗where’s my jj to take me to the beach at 1am and make me feel better?

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

“C’mon,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder; the strap of your tank top had fallen slightly, he pulled it back up.

“C’mon what?” You replied. Your voice was scratchy, it’d been days since you’d used it.

“We’re goin’ for a walk,” he briefly explained, standing up from your bed.

You looked over at him, a mixture of panic and confusion on your face. You shook your head. “I don’t want to go out, JJ.”

“Please, baby. You’ve been inside too long, need to get you some fresh air,” he stated, grabbing a sweatshirt from your closet incase you got cold on this impromptu walk.

It took some more coaxing, but soon enough he had you walking beside him underneath the stars. It was nearly one am, not a single person in sight as he lead you down to the beach with his arm wrapped around your waist.

The last few days had been rough, a cloud had been hanging over your head and everyone could see it. You’d refused to go out, you’d not even said a word until JJ managed to talk his way into your house. Turns out, he’s the best medicine.

“Where are we going?” You asked quietly, his fingers now laced with yours as his thumb rubbed circles into your knuckles.

“Here.” He stopped walking. You looked to him, and then around, and then back to him in confusion. You were stood on the sand, nothing around, not even a dock.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Goin’ for a swim.” He pulled his hand away from you to take his shirt off, and then his shorts.

“What?”

“It’ll be fun,” he grinned, hands gravitating towards your waist. He pulled you into his bare chest, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just for a minute, if you hate it we’ll go home.”

You wanted to say no, but you’ve come to realise that you’d do just about anything he wants when he pulls out the puppy-dog eyes. “Fine.”

“Atta girl,” he beamed, reaching for the bottom of your top to pull it over your head.

Your body was covered in goosebumps as you stood in just a bra and panties, JJ in just his boxers. He took your hand and lead you down to the ocean, leaving your clothes in a messy pile on the sand. He was grinning from ear to ear, swinging your hand back and forth.

He was the first to go in, letting out a loud whoop as he swam further out. You stood on the edge of the water, looking uncertain. “C’mon, baby! You got it!”

“I hate you!” You complained, he just smirked back at you. With a curse, you ran into the water. You screamed at the coldness as he laughed, swimming over to you just to drag you further in. “It’s freezing!”

“Pussy,” he teased, wrapping his arms around you. Your legs went around his waist and his smirk softened into a smile, his forehead leant against yours. “It’s called shock therapy. Is it workin’?”

“You’re an idiot,” you teased, a lovesick smile on your face.

“There’s that smile,” he murmured, holding you with one arm as the other came up to stroke your cheek. “Not so bad, huh?”

“I guess not,” you shrugged.

He leant forward and pressed a sweet, loving kiss to your lips; nothing like the last time the two of you had come for a half-naked midnight swim. He pulled away, peppering kisses over your cheeks, nose, neck — basically anywhere he could reach.

“I love you,” he said softly against your skin. “And I promise, everythin’s gonna be okay.”

For whatever reason, you actually believed him.

[nativegirltapes]

angel being sick and super dramatic, but doesn't want drew to take care of her since he's got work :D (i'm so sick rn help i need thissss)

warnings/notes: hope you’re feeling better baby! <3 angel isn’t that dramatic in this, but hope you still enjoy.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 🧁 ᡣ𐭩

no matter how much you told drew to stay away, he didn’t listen. he told you it was fine if he took a few days off to stay home with you, and since your current condition, practically bedridden, you didn’t have the energy to argue with him over it.

you’d been up sneezing and coughing all night long, and the cherry on top was when you went to drew’s bathroom you realized you ran out of your medicine. drew heard a mumbled “fuck,” come from the bathroom.

before you knew it, he was standing in the door, his sweats hanging low on his waist, rubbing his eyes from the bright bathroom light. “everything okay baby?”

“i ran out of medicine.” you groaned. god you hated being sick, it hurt to even walk back to drew’s bed. “sorry for waking you up.”

“you didn’t wake me. do you need me to run?” drew questioned. you looked at your phone, the time read 1:12am. “are you crazy? it’s 1am drew.” you slowly made your way back to the bed. “so? cvs is still open.”

“plus, we don’t want the baby to stay sick.” he wrapped his arms around your stomach, a big pout took over his lips. the only good thing about being sick was how much drew babied you. you shoved him away. “i told you don’t come near me. i don’t want you sick too.”

“baby i’ll be fine.” he wrapped his arms around you again. “plus don’t act like you weren’t all over me last night anyways.”

“you’re annoying.” you groan. “carry me back to bed?”

[yinemw]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞

context: asking sebastian what exactly the two of you are, leading to detention and answers to your question (gender neutral reader)

warnings: none

character: Sebastian Sallow from Hogwarts Legacy

m.list

Sneaking around Hogwarts wasn’t new to you, often did you wander around the halls and plenty of secret rooms the school held. It had almost become a talent of yours, and your dear friend Sebastian’s. Not getting caught by teachers or prefects as the two of you were out of bed late at night. You didn’t always have a purpose for it, not like you needed to visit the library at 1am, it was the adrenaline, and of course the very boy who had influenced you to be so rebellious in the first place.

Sebastian Sallow, although you called him Seb. He taught you various things, a few spells he found interesting, how to sneak around the school, how to get better with potions, how to kiss. It wasn’t like it was planned, your confusing relationship with the boy, it kind of just happened.

Not sure if the feelings were real or caused by the adrenaline, it had all happened so fast that one day when the two of you snuck to the astronomy tower. Sebastian pulling you close and kissing you as the cold breeze of the night chilled your burning bodies. The rest was a blur, but that wasn’t the last time an incident like that had happened. Though you did wonder why Sebastian only touched and kissed you whenever the two of you snuck around during late at night.

Tonight was no different. Sebastian’s hand held yours as he pulled you behind a bookshelf in the restricted section of the library. The disillusionment charm fading away, you could see just how close Sebastian was now. His body pressing against yours, chest to chest, pushing you against the bookshelf. “Seb” you breathe, looking up into his eyes, his damn eyes. “I was actually meaning to ask you something—” the words die in your throat, his lips on your neck catching you off guard. It always went like this, you never got any answers from the boy, too addicted to his lips, his body, his scent, to him. “Seb please, let me just…ask you something, we need to talk”

He groaned, pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes. “Talk? Is that really how you want to be spending your time here?” He sounded almost offended, one of his hands had already snuck underneath your shirt, and you could feel the way he squeezed your waist.

“Well, no—”

“Great” he wasted no time, grabbing your chin with his other hand and kissing your lips. You couldn’t resist, like usual, kissing him back. Feeling his soft lips against your own as his tongue quickly entered your mouth, the kiss turning into something much more passionate in seconds.

It took much willpower, but you end up pulling away from the kiss, hands on his shoulders to prevent him from catching you off guard once again. “Dude, seriously”

He smirked at that, finding your way of addressing him amusing. “Dude? Alright darling, what is it you want to tell me?”

“Well, it’s more of a question” you swallow hard, suddenly nervous now that he was actually listening and paying attention. And with his stupid smirk it only made it harder to concentrate. “You started this, the kissing, hooking up and sneaking around. I guess I just…want a label on us”

His smirk fell, a more serious expression replaced on his face. “A label? That is what’s so great about us, about this, we have no label. Do we need one?”

“We don’t need one, but I want one” you explain, hands moving from his shoulders to his neck. Your fingers tangling into the hair by the nape of his neck, pulling him a little closer when you see the change in his demeanor. “Is this just casual hooking up? Friends with benefits? Or do you want something more with me? Because as much as I absolutely love sneaking around with you and doing this, I can’t continue it without knowing what we are”

“…Y/n”

Judging by the tone of his voice, you knew you wouldn’t get the answer you wanted. It was ridiculous, thinking Sebastian Sallow would date you, he didn’t date. Everyone knew this, so why would you be an exception. “Right…gotcha”

A slight panic crosses his face when he feels you start to pull away, tightening his embrace around you to prevent you from leaving. “This doesn’t have to end”

“And what exactly is ‘this’?”

Sebastian stayed quiet, looking between your eyes to try and come up with an excuse, to say anything to please you. But his mouth remained shut and his arms loosened around you. “So this is it? No more hooking up? No more sneaking around? We go back to friends?” Question after question left his lips, he started to realize just what he was losing.

“Were we ever even friends, Sallow?”

Sallow. Hearing you call him by his last name was like a slap to the face. How did he manage to mess up so bad so fast, only a few minutes ago he had you pinned against the bookshelf, kissing you, touching you.

Sebastian doesn’t answer, swallowing hard as he thinks over everything. But his train of thought was quickly interrupted when you hear the all too familiar voice of Peeves.

“Students! In the restricted section!!”

☆

That’s how you and Sebastian ended up in detention the next day, it wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but safe to say it was the most uncomfortable one by far.

The two of you were tasked to reorganize jars and the countless of ingredients in the potions classroom. No magic allowed, everything had to be done by hand.

Sebastian groans loudly, stretching his arms in the air, feeling the ache in his back after having been hunched over for so long. “Is this how the muggles clean?” He mumbles to himself, though steals a glance your way. You hadn’t talked to him the whole day, sitting with Poppy during class instead of him. You even talked with Ominis, but not him. And he missed it, your presence, your jokes, just hearing your voice.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”

An amused smile appears on his lips, he hadn’t expected that to be the first thing you said to him today, but he’ll take it. “What?” And then it hit him, the smell. He made his way to you, looking over your shoulder to see the open jar on the table in front of you. It smelled like death itself, and looked like a slimy black substance.

“What the bloody hell is that?” Sebastian gags, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist and pulling you away from the table. Taking several steps backwards until his back hits one of the potion tables.

You cough a few times, covering your nose and mouth with your hand. “I don’t even know how to pronounce it, but we’re supposed transfer into a bigger jar” you explain, handing him the note that Professor Sharp had given you, explaining in detail what you and Sebastian had to do for your detention.

“Why?! It looks completely fine in that jar” he gags again, burying his face into your neck. “Mmm you smell nice, much better”

“Seb!” You can’t help but laugh, pushing him off. “If I have to suffer, so do you!”

Seb. That was a name he was used to, always sounded so sweet and perfect when you spoke it. For a second he completely forgot about your little ‘disagreement’ yesterday. It was as if things went back to normal.

“You’re transferring it”

“Me?! I will actually throw up”

“You’re so dramatic” rolling your eyes and lifting your shirt over your nose, you walk back over to the table. Placing the bigger jar beside the one with the slime in it. “At least help me”

He follows you, dragging his shirt over his nose as well as he reluctantly walks over to you. The shirt doing little to cover up the bad smell.

“Now pour the slime into the bigger jar”

“You need help with that?! You can do it alone!”

“I’ll hold the jar, you pour!”

“Hold the jar?! It’s already on the table why do you need to hold it?!”

“Sebastian Sallow, do as you’re told!”

He groans loudly, wanting you to see just how upset he was, yet he still listened to you. Whatever it took to get the smell away as fast as possible. Sebastian lifts the smaller jar and starts to pour the slimy substance into the bigger one, gagging as he watches the thick consistency drip over the rim.

“Ew why is it bubbling” you take a step back, watching how small bubbles start to pop from the surface of the slime when moved, as if it was expanding when moved to the bigger space.

“Bubbling?!”

As the last of the slime was in the new jar, you quickly shut it and place it at the back of the shelf. Sebastian was gagging again, and you could see the beads of sweat trailing down his forehead. “You are so extra”

He glares, lifting his finger at you to say something, but his expression quickly turns into disgust. “It’s on my hand!” He yells, shaking his in panic. “It’s on my hand!! Help!”

Laughing first, you quickly find paper and grab his wrist, cleaning his fingers. “You’re a toddler, I swear. It amazes me how you’re two completely different people sometimes”

He lets out a relived breath when his hands were clean of the substance, but he can’t help but think over your words. “What do you mean, two different people?”

“Oh uhm” suddenly you were back to the awkwardness between the two of you, no more laughing or joking around. “Doesn’t matter” you say quickly, picking up the notes from Professor Sharp and starting to sort out the other things he had written down.

Sebastian followed after you, placing his hands on the table as he stood behind you. Trapping you between the table and him. “You know I won’t let it go”

You did know, perhaps you knew him too well. Having spent so much time with him outside of class. It wasn’t only hooking up you and Sebastian did when you snuck out, you often just talked about everything and anything. At this point you might know Sebastian even better than Ominis. “It doesn’t matter anymore since, well, we stopped our arrangement or whatever…but I just always found it interesting how you could be so funny and dramatic one minute, and then so intense and intimate the next moment… but that doesn’t matter now. It’s nothing really, just, something I found…funny” you close your eyes, mentally cursing yourself for the way you babble. Not knowing Sebastian found it adoring.

“Turn around”

“No…” you mumble, clutching the notes in your hand. Sebastian’s chest was now pressed against your back, but not in a sensual way, rather in a softer and vulnerable way. His forehead resting at the back of your head, breathing in your shampoo.

“Please”

Who were you to say no to him when he sounded so pleading and soft, it was Sebastian Sallow after all, the boy who had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing it. As you turn around to face him, you regret it immediately. His puppy eyes looking into yours, face so close.

“I’m sorry, for yesterday” his voice was gentle, almost a whisper, a sign that he was being genuine. “I was up all night, thinking about it over and over again. I should have spoken up, should have said how I really feel instead of staying quiet and making you think I don’t want something more”

You stay silent, listening intently to his words, letting him speak his mind. Heart racing in your chest, was this finally the confession you had been waiting for?

“You’ve been a distraction in my life- a good one. I needed someone who I could just, ‘be’ with. To just exist with you. It took my mind off of Anne…and just everything going on in my life. It was so easy, to just be with you. When you asked me what we are, to label it, I panicked”

Your gaze softens, hand going up to cup his soft freckles cheek. Realizing that behind all those walls Sebastian had built, was still just a boy trying to save his sister. “I didn’t realize you felt like that…why did you panic?”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, placing his hand on top of yours. “Because if we start dating, and I mess it up, I would lose you. Turns out I messed up anyways…” he mumbles into your palm, placing a tender kiss to it.

“Seb” a soft giggle passes your lips and you lean forwards. Pressing your forehead to his and pulling him closer. His arms instinctively wrapping around your frame and squeezing you into his embrace. “You didn’t mess up Sebby, it was just a…let’s call it a bump, okay? And we can start fresh now, especially since I know now that you feel the same”

He hums, breathing in your scent. The feeling of your warm body pressed against his felt so right to him. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Unfortunately the moment didn’t last long, you both hear the door to the classroom open, knowing it was Professor Sharp coming to check how far you’ve come with the tasks.

You quickly pull away from one another, finding the closest jar or box and pretending to sort it somewhere else.

Thankfully the professor only did a quick scan of the shelves before going into his office, leaving you and Sebastian alone once again.

“Merlins beard, is there nowhere at this school we can have a moment alone?” Sebastian whispers annoyed, though he couldn’t suppress his smile when he heard you laugh.

“Keep working Seb, the faster we get done with the tasks, the faster we can go and have dinner”

“Okay babe”

“Babe?” You ask wide eyed, looking down at Sebastian crouching by the bottom shelf. He looked back up at you with his damn puppy eyes, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oh, are we not dating now?”

“I uhm, yeah, whatever, I guess. Shut up!”

“You’re blushing!”

“Am not!”

“You so are!”

“Shut up before I open the jar with black slime again!”

“Anything but that!”

[merowkittie]

request: “Ні!!

Im not sure if your taking requests for writing, but if you are I was wondering if you could do a Wolverine and Deadpool x S/O who is very strong but doesn't look it?

If that makes sense...

Like the S/O is very sweet and shorter than them. But she is a total powerhouse! She can easily lift extremely heavy things, or can punch really hard.

Like even harder or stronger than the them!”

@klerns-birdie

thank you for your request! since i did write something similar to this before, i tried to switch it up as best as i can, sorry it’s a bit short =]!

warnings: none / not proofread =,]

wade testing your strength:

“holy shit, peanut! that actually hurt!” wade whined and held his bicep, looking at the blossoming bruise forming, only for it to disappear in a minute.

huffing, you rolled your eyes and kissed your teeth.

prior to you punching your boyfriend in his huge biceps, he was continuously bothering you. literally riling you up because in his words,

“it just turns me on whenever you or logan are angry.”

which prompted a glare from said man, and a scoff from you since you were pretty well tempered and only got angry on missions really. so he kept poking at your arms, tickling your neck, play fighting your legs, and when he LICKED your cheek, all mercy went out of the window.

so you reeled your arm and in a flash brought it down into his arm. logan applauded you for it, saying a gruff, “atta girl.”

usually, you’d let wade or logan do whatever! you truly didn’t mind, it’s just sometimes the constant nagging (as much as you love him) gets a bit too much!

“what happened to my sweetheart??” wade asked, putting your hair that’s fallen in your face behind your ear.

“still here.. just stop bothering me so much. we can cuddle if that’s what you want?” you looked up at him, and he swore he could’ve died at that moment.

you looked so sincere and adorable with huge eyes looking up at him, and a hand tugging on his shirt.

he folded instantly into your side, mumbling a little sorry even though he didn’t really mean it.

logan also testing your strength:

unfortunately this wasn’t your fault! compared to these two hunks, you’re tiny. so of course you’re going to struggle to sleep at night with wades heavy leg and arm strewn across you.

but what really tied the knot here was the fact that logan slowly started to lay on top of you. logan, who’s skeleton was made out of metal. metal that was HEAVY.

so as soon as half of him fell on top of you, squirming as quietly and gently as you could, you tried to squeeze out of that position.

and honestly, it was working until logan threw his own arm over you to secure you in the spot you found yourself in.

both men were knocked out in dreamland, where you wanted to be but couldn’t because of the weight on top of you. at the point, you wouldn’t be surprised if you died due to lack of airflow or something!

calling for help wasn’t even a liable option because blind al would be sleeping by now since it’s damn near 1AM, wade is knocked out drooling on your neck, and logan… he sleeps like someone’s grandfather!

there was one last option, but you didn’t think you were that strong for it..

as best as you could, you turned a bit in logan’s grasp and began to pick him up as much as you could to put him to the side. you literally didn’t understand how a person could be THAT heavy. but given the fact he is basically made of adamantium that obviously explains it.

but jesus… cuddles with him just end up deadly!

after a huff and one more push, logan was off of you and you silently cheered and clapped your hands together in praise. he groaned on the side, as much as he is a heavy sleeper, he always knows when you or wade are trying to slip out of bed or move around which disrupts his sleep and causes him to wake up and glare very very menacingly at you.

"bub?" he grunted as he turned back to you, squinting in the dark.

a sheepish smile made it's way to your face and you mouthed a sorry at him. "you kind of heavy y'know.."

he just rolled his eyes at you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, cuddling up to you like a cat.

with a sigh you just thanked whoever above for your mutation because as much as it's hot to suffocate under a sexy man, no.

the end is a bit abrupt.. sorryz!! hope you enjoyed <3

[foldingfittedsheets]

Come with me now on another story adventure.

Some types of hardship do start to feel like curses if they happen often enough. One thing I’ve experienced a lot- or at least enough to posit a curse- is my apartments flooding.

I’ve had flooding in three separate apartments I’ve lived in.

The place I lived with Betty flooded due to a massive rainstorm and poor placement on a downhill slope. Betty’s room was more effected than mine, but due to poor handling by the management it resulted in some rampant black mold and my eventual falling out with Betty as we broke the lease to escape.

My first flooding though. Happened when I lived in a third floor apartment. How, you might ask, is that possible?

Oh, Reader. Prepare yourself.

Now, I need to set the stage. Because you see, I shared this apartment with the last boy I’d ever date, Brendan. We’d known going into the relationship that I had a predilection for pussy but it finally clicked that I was just not attracted to men.

This was particularly devastating because I still loved that boy with all my heart but neither of us were getting what we needed out of the relationship. Suffice it to say, the atmosphere in the apartment in which he was sleeping on the couch was A BUMMER.

We were both sick, probably from stress, and had bad coughs. It was the night before midterms.

I was tucked up into bed, with little kitten Leeloo, ready to get to sleep. It was about 10pm. Brendan knocked and poked his head into the room.

“It’s raining in the bathroom,” he said.

I got out of my comfy bed, and joined him in the bathroom. Raining was an exaggeration but there was definitely water dripping down the door jam and pooling up under the paint.

“That’s not good.”

We both stared at this problem together, sick and sad.

Finally, I suggested, “Go see if the upstairs neighbor left a faucet on. I’ll try to call maintenance.”

He left and I started making calls. At 10pm it was understandable that I was getting a lot of voicemails. Two maintenance lines deep, Brendan returned.

“The people above us are getting drops too, and the place above that won’t respond.”

Four defunct numbers later, I finally got ahold of an emergency maintenance guy who was on call. “It’s raining in our bathroom.”

He was befuddled and said he’d be in soon.

That was about when it really actually started raining. Drips began pouring out of light fixtures. Terrified, we turned off the lights we could, setting out bowls and towels to mitigate water damage. Water dripped from several lights and started pooling ominously in the long flat kitchen light.

The maintenance man arrived around midnight. There was bowls and buckets littering the ground as Brendan and I watched in abject misery as water filled them. The maintenance man was wildly out of his depth, having been left in sole charge while the entire rest of the staff was on vacation.

As we spoke to him, the water infiltrated our smoke alarm which began screaming in earnest at this wet invasion. The maintenance man promised to try to see what was causing the issue and fled. Brendan and I regarded each other. We coughed, sick and exhausted, then went to empty the water buckets.

An hour passed. The smoke alarm persisted, it’s three shrill screeches pounded relentlessly into our ear drums. We stopped existing as individuals and became vessels of suffering. The paint in the bathroom started sloughing off the wall in wet ripples.

Brendan tried to rouse the neighbor again and returned unsuccessful.

The maintenance man returned. It was 1am. He couldn’t get ahold of the apartment causing the flooding. He couldn’t get ahold of his bosses. After the update he made to leave and we begged him, please, just make the beeping stop, please. It can rain inside, and I can get no sleep the night before midterms, and I can cough miserably all night while I empty water bowls, but please, god, please, just make the beeping stop.

He promised to try and left. At some point around then, the flat kitchen light shattered under the pressure and gushed out a fall of water. Brendan and I gave a bleak half hearted startle and tried to scrounge up more towels.

I started slipping into madness. The unceasing blaring beeps. The rain. The misery of being in this wretched situation with someone I used to be able to reach toward for comfort who I couldn’t anymore. This was hell, I decided. This circumstance fits into how they torture people, and I live here in this torturescape now. The maintenance man was never coming back.

The maintenance man came back with a ladder eventually.

Brendan and I watched with blank hungry eyes as he fussed with the alarm and at 2am it finally ceased its shrieking klaxon of madness. I cried. The man left again. We emptied the bowls.

And finally, half an hour later, the rain began to abate. The maintenance man returned to inform us that he’d entered the upstairs unit.

Someone had become incapacitated and left their bath running. He was not at liberty to disclose what happened so presumably someone was sauced out of their gourd and fell into a deep stupor such that several hours of sustained door pounding couldn’t rouse them.

People all down the row flooded, and he looked near tears himself. We thanked him and went to collapse into bed. Neither of us took midterms the next day.

Brendan and I are still friends to this day, even after a night fit to drive someone mad.

My last event of apartment flooding was a sewer main getting blocked. It was when my betrothed and I had just started dating and they were hanging out at my place while I was at work. Due to this good fortune, they were able to move my couch, entertainment system, and electronics out of the path of the flood.

It took a week and some extremely pointed emails to get the landlord to comp me rent for the week I couldn’t live there and the entire time I was just thankful I wasn’t stuck with water dripping from my lights while a fire alarm drove me to the brink of madness.

[rafedaddy01]

Get on top

She’s never had sex before, so imagine her surprise when her two closest friends ask for a threesome.

It was a typical Friday night, Dre and Nick were over along with the rest of the cast and you guys were having a few beers while talking about wrapping up the show.

“You killed it in that last scene, y/n” Rudy said as he took a sip of his beer.

“You think? I feel like I could have done better” you always felt a little insecure being on screen. Madyline and Maddison were so perfect, you had a different image of yourself in your mind. No matter how many times Drew told you you’re gorgeous. But he’s your best friend so he doesn’t count.

“Hey, don’t stress babe. You were amazing as always” Madyline said as he squeezed you in a tight hug. Her and you were probably the closest out of the girls, although you got along with the boys better, Madyline was more layed back and it was easy to talk to her about stuff.

“You want another?” She asked, pointing to your empty beer bottle. “Sure” you gave her the empty one and watched her walk into your kitchen to grab a fresh cold one.

The rest of the night went on. You’ve probably drank 3 or 4 beers and had a few shots of tequila, thag was not your friend.

You weren’t drunk but you definitely wouldn’t remember snippets of the night in the morning.

“Alright, me and mads gonna dip. It’s already 12:00am” chase put his arm around his girlfriend and before you knew it they were gone. Slowly everyone else cleaned out the apartment.

“Don’t worry, we’ll stay and help you clean up” Nick said gathering some empty bottle and putting them in the trash.

Drew smiled warmly at you as he started picking trash off the ground.

“Aww you guys are the best.” You walked over to nick and gave him a kiss, you tried to go for his cheek but his head turned in your direction and captured your lips instead.

Your cheeks flushed as you pulled back, but his lips pulled into a grin. “It’s alright” he eases your mind and brushes it off before going back to cleaning.

Your to tipsy to really focus on the embarrassing moment so you walk over to Drew and start helping him.

“Thanks for staying, you didn’t have too”

“It’s not issue, you’re our girl. We got you” he winks at you charmingly before continuing cleaning.

Your confused. First nick didn’t make and issue out of you kissing him and now Drew’s calling you their girl. Are you reading too much into this?

“Right.. well thanks anyway, both of you”

Once you guys are all done cleaning the mess your friends left behind, it’s practically 1am. “You guys can crash here if you want”

Your all standing in the, nick and drew in front of you as you try not to check them out. They’ve always been hot and you’ve always thought they were, but they were your friends and you know they don’t feel like that about you.

Drew glances that nick and he shrugs, “sure, why not. Put apartments pretty far away and we both drank so it’s safer to just sleep it off”

“Cool, I’ll get you guys some blankets.”

You walk off to grab each of them a couple of blankets and when you walk into the living room your eyes widen and the blankets drop to the floor.

They’re both standing in their underwear. Their toned chests glistening, even in this crappy apartment lighting, that’s how hot they are.

“Uh- haha, sorry” you bend down to pick the blankets up, taking a deep breath to clear your mind and get images that shouldn’t be there out.

“You alright, y/n?” Nick asks as he takes a step forward to help you with the blankets.

“Yeah- I’m-I’m great. Why do you ask?” You clear your throat as you try really hard not to look down.

“What, you’ve never seen a guy in underwear before?” Drew speaks up from behind Nick.

Your cheeks blush, nobody knows your a virgin. But clearly it’s come out now.

“Holy shit. I don’t think she has” Nick says as he grabs the blankets from you.

Your embarrassed now and a little upset that they think it’s funny, “anyway I’m off to bed”

“Y/n, wait. I- I didn’t meant to make you uncomfortable” Drew grabs your shoulder to stop you. “It’s not a bad thing, it’s cute that your a virgin”

You look up and your eyes meet. His expression softens, and he’s so beautiful your breath catches. “Would you- I mean could you-“ your words get twisted but the alcohol still running through your body pulls them out.

“Would you fuck me?” You bite your lip as you watch the shock on Drew’s face turn into interest.

He doesn’t say anything, “I- forget it. It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have-“ before you can turn away drew spins your around, your hands slam into his hard chest and his twists into your hair as he kisses you, hard and soft at the same time. Making your legs turn into jelly, but he holds you up.

You both pull away out of breath. Staring into each others eyes.

“Do you-“ Drew clears his throat before speaking again, “do you want us both?” He completely forgot Nick was here, that caught up in the amazing kiss, until Drew moved a little and nicks standing there. A clear bulge in his underwear.

“A threesome?” Your mind can’t even comprehend the word. You’ve never slept with anyone. And now they’re asking you to sleep with both of them.

“Only if it’s okay with you” Nick comes up behind Drew, reach out for your hand and rubbing small circles on it, his touch brings tingles to your skin. And suddenly you want it all over. “Yes”

They both look at each other before they pounce.

Ones taking off your shirt and bra while the other helps you out of your pants and panties. You don’t even know who’s who. There’s just hands grabbing you at all angles.

“Wait” they both stop what they’re doing and look at you. “Maybe we should take this into the bedroom?” You giggle as a wide smirk plastered both their faces.

Nick picks you up and throws you over his shoulder with Drew following behind. He throws you on the bed, staring at your naked body, all the way from your eyes to your perfect manicured toes.

“What’s wrong” you wonder if suddenly he’s disgusted by you, “nothing, your perfect” he hovers over you, kissing your neck.

He starts sucking and your head rolls to the side, your moans quiet and soft as his hands move over your breasts.

Your eyes open to find Drew, he’s sitting next to you on the bed, his underwear gone and his hand wrapped around his cock as he watched your face.

You look at his angry tip and suddenly want to know what it feels like in your mouth and inside you, you can’t wait.

“How are we gonna do this” you speak between breaths as your eyes are still on Drew’s hand and nicks lips still suck at your sweet spot.

“First we have to warm you up” Nick says as he steps back and takes off his boxers. Your eyes fly to his cock. It’s not as long as Drew’s but it’s thickets and your insides do flips as you watch him sink to his knees.

“What are you-“ you gasp out a moan as you feel the swipe of his tongue against your folds. “So wet” he speaks into your pussy and you gasp more and more as he dives further in, tongue fucking you.

“Shh, it’s okay. Relax, let him make you feel good” you didn’t even realize Drew was behind you, your upper body leaning on him and he massages your breasts, tweaking the nipples. “Fuck” you moan and shit your eyes.

The feelings of nicks tongue and the way Drew teases your nipples becomes to much. “I-i can’t. I’m gonna cum” you moan as nicks grip tightens around your thighs and he pushes his face further in.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let go” Drew soothes you as you feel your orgasm take over and your thighs begin to shake. Nick licks up the mess and pulls away, licking his lips and wiping them with the back of his hand.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and Drew pushes your hair away from your neck, he starts peppering small kisses down the column and your mind goes fuzzy again, ready fore more. “What’s next”

��Your impatient aren’t you” Drew whispers in your ear and the sound of his voice is so sexy, goosebumps cover your skin.

“It’s my turn to make you feel good” Drew gets off the bed and takes nicks place. “Turn around for me” he waits for you to flip onto your stomach and when you look up nicks cock is right in your face.

“Tell me if you need me to stop” you feel Drew’s tip rub at your clit. He runs it through your folds, getting it nice and wet before slowly pushing in. Your mouth forms an O as you squeak out from the pain. “Doin okay?” Nicks pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and you nod. “I’m good, just keep going. Fuck”

Drew pushes the rest of the way in. Stopping when his balls hit your clit. “I’m gonna start moving now, and nicks gonna stuff that pretty face. So if you need either of us to stop just squeeze his tight. Got it?” Drew says behind you, his voice is strained, likes it’s taking everything in him not to fuck you silly right now. “Yes” your drooling at the thought of getting fucked while tasting nicks cock in your mouth.

“Good girl” Drew slaps your ass lightly before he pulls back and slams back in. Your mouth opens in a gasp and nicks shoves his cock in there.

The bed squeaks as Drew continues snapping his hips into you. Nick groans as he stuffs your mouth over and over, loving the way you look up at him through your lashes and the way your drooling. You moan around him and he grips your hair, tugging a little.

“Fucking hell, gonna make me cum” he throws his head back as you feel your mouth swell and a warm liquid hits the back of your throat.

He pulls out of your mouth and sighs, “shit, that’s the fastest I’ve ever come” he chuckles as he takes a seat on the bed to continue enjoying the show.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight” Drew groans and your head drops to the bed, your nails dig into the sheets and your a babbling moans mess as Drew cock hits deeper and deeper with each stroke.

He pulls out and you whimper. “Come here” nick calls you over. You muster the energy and crawl over to him. “Get on top”

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[metaliczz]

Charles Leclerc smut

In which your boyfriend broke up with you and you go over to Charles' place

You were devastated. 3 long years of relationship and your boyfriend decided to put an end to it. You couldn't stop crying. He had left your house 10 minutes ago, leaving you alone in this awful situation. Tears filled your eyes as you could barely see what was in front of you. You were tired from all the crying, but you couldn't go to bed yet. You were sat down on your couch an the whole situation was far too painful. You needed to see someone. And you desperately knew who that "someone" would be.

You stretched your arm, reaching the coffee table that was in front of you and you grabbed your phone. Wiping the tears away, you dialed your bestfriend Charles' number. You didn't know if he'd be awake by now since it was almost 1am, but you decided to give it a try anyway. On the 3rd ring, he picked up.

"Hey (Y/N), what's up?" Your bestfriend asked. It took you a couple of seconds before answering.

"Can I come over to your place?" You asked as tears started to roll down your cheeks again.

"Always. Is there something wrong?" He said.

"Yeah.

You hung up, quickly put your shoes on and grabbed a jacket. As the front door closed, the pain in your chest started hitting you again. It hurt, so bad, but you still got into your car and made it to Charles'.

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Three fast and hard knocks made Charles open the door in two seconds. As soon as your eyes met his, you could feel he knew what was going on. He closed the front door and wrapped his arms around you.

"It's him, right?" Your bestfriend asked, looking into your eyes.

"It's over." You said.

Charles joined you in his bed as he got close to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Your face was buried into him.

-

You had fallen asleep and you woke up at the sound of shuffling besides you. You looked over to your left and there was Charles. He somehow managed to get closer to you. You smiled and looked up at him, his face relaxed and shiny. He was still sleeping and you loved watching him as he did so. Charles looked angelic.

After staring at him for a while, he eventually woke up from his sleep. His eyes met yours quickly, looking into yours before he closed them and rubbed them. He yawned and let out a small groan before finally talking to you.

"Hi." Charles said, giving you a small smile.

"Hey."

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"Yeah, I really appreciate you."

"I'm always here. Whenever you need." He said, replacing a strand of your hair that got messed up while you were sleeping.

-

The two of you stayed in bed for a little talking about other things to change your mind from what had happened last night. The more you talked to Charles, the more you realized how badly it should've been him all along. Those 3 years and more should've been spent with him and not your stupid ex.

You stared into his eyes, feeling safe, but also butterflies. You've always felt different around Charles, but this time it was a whole other type of different.

Your bestfriend didn't say anything. He stared at you in return, his arms still wrapped around you, warmth surrounding your bodies. Charles moved one of his hands up to your face. His hand caressed your cheek, cupping it with his hand as his thumb rolled circles on it.

"Why do I feel this way?" You whispered, tons of emotions filling your body up.

"Because we love each other." Charles simply answered still caressing your cheek

Your heart started beating faster. Your eyes could only focus on his lips and your hand tugged at his shirt impatiently. Charles smiled, and pulled your face closer to his. His lips brushed against yours, making you envy him. He gave you a small kiss on the lips before having a whole make out session with you. You rolled over on your back and Charles got on top of you. His kisses trailed down to your neck, leaving hickeys all over it. His hands went all over your body causing you to shiver. Charles went back to kissing you. His heavy breathing made you go crazy, wanting nothing but more of him.

"Charles..."

"What? Did I do something wrong?" He asked suddenly stopping, a worried look on his face.

"No, don't stop. Please. I need you."

"Are you sure?" Charles asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You answered by tugging at his hair and pulling him closer to you for a kiss. Charles pulled away from the kiss and took his shirt off, throwing it to the ground before getting back to making out with you. His hands trailed on the hem of your shirt, helping you take it off. The two of you took off your pants. You could see how the buldge in Charles' pants was growing, and you loved it.

"You are everything..." Charles said kissing your cheek, then your neck.

Your hands played with his hair. You couldn't wait for him to be inside of you. It's all you wanted. Charles took off his boxers... God was he big. You looked at him, not saying anything. You didn't know if you could take all of it.

"(Y/N), are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know if I'd be able to... take it all." You answered, kind of embarrassed. Your cheeks flushed pink as you kept looking at him.

"I'll go slowly and you tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I would never in my life hurt you, ever."

You nodded in response, biting your lip. Charles took your underwear off and guided his member on the edge of your core. He could feel how wet you were, and you could feel his pre-cum already. The mix of the two of you felt heavenly. Charles slowly put his dick inside of you, making sure you couldn't get hurt. A loud moan escaped from your lips. A wave of warmth flushed through your body as Charles kept whispering in your ear how perfect you are. After a few seconds, you got more used to it. Charles started thrusting in and out of you, each time going a little faster. He felt amazing. He was sweet, passionate and smooth with you. He was so patient. His thrusts got only better. His moans and yours filled the room. Charles' hand got to your clit, gently rubbing it with his fingers. A sharp moan was heard from you, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around it.

"(Y/N)... I'm close..." Charles moaned as he went faster.

"Me too... keep going. You feel so good."

In a matter of seconds Charles came inside of you, filling you with his warmth and love. You joined in at the same time, letting go of Charles' neck. All of a sudden you got extremely tired. Charles let himself fall besides you on his bed, exhausted. The two of you stayed in silence, thinking about what had just happened.

Charles rolled onto his side, looking at you. You turned your head to face him. He was admiring you, his eyes full of love and care for you. How long had he felt this way for? So many questions ran through your mind but you ignored them. You ignored them because you now realized that the man lying besides you was your only purpose of life. You were ready to drop everything you had for him. At the end, you didn't know why you loved him, but to you, that meant true love. Not knowing why you love someone is the purest kind of love there was, is and ever will be to mankind. His slow blinks proved he was ready to do anything for you.

"I think this is as close to heaven as I'll ever get." He said.

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬

pairings: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: none i think

summary: you wake seb up to see the northern lights

a/n: this is in honour of the northern lights in the uk last night! sadly i missed it but i hope i'll see it tonight! this fic was originally meant to be for the jupiter sighting last year but i never got around to finishing it and it got too late, so i tweaked it a bit for this

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"Seb. Psst. Sebby. Baby. Seb. Seb. Seb." You whispered, gradually growing louder as you tried to wake the sleeping man next to you.

Sebastian groaned next to you, bringing a hand up to rub his face, squinting his eyes, adjusting them to the darkness in confusion.

"Baby. What? Are you okay? What time is it?"

“Like... 1am, but c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” You grabbed his shoulder and shook him playfully, gently.

“And why, angel, may I ask, do you want me to get out of bed at 1am?”

You raise your brows, giving him a look, to which he looks confused, before his face lit up in an instant.

“Wait. That’s now?”

“Yes!”

Without another moment of hesitation, Sebastian threw the covers off, and threw on a t-shirt. You laughed at how eager he was, but you also relished his happiness, taking in joy from the happy, childlike smile on his face.

The two of you heard about this event earlier and immediately set an alarm for later that night, what with the both of you being space nerds. You both loved dates where you would just camp out and watch the stars for hours at a time, cuddling close, just enjoying the night sky together..

You guys quickly went to the balcony. You had done it up a few months ago after getting lucky with a big space. There was a small hammock chair swing on one end, a small table and couple of normal chairs at the other, free space in the middle.

As mid-May approached, the weather was warm, only a light breeze bristling past. Luckily, the sky was clear so you had a good view of the stars above.

The sky was illuminated in stroked of pink, purples and flickering whites, a bit of yellow, blue and green peeking through the magenta curtains of the lights. You both stood there in awe, never experiencing something of this great beauty before. You were incredibly excited as this had been on your bucket list for years.

Sebastian stood next to you, rocking back and forth on his feet. His hands were on your hips as he took in the view of the ethereal lights around him. The cars below were less frequent, only a few passing by. The neighbours’ lights were off, except for the odd one or two. The darkness on the streets gave an even clearer view of the sky, and for that, you were grateful.

"Did you bring your phone? You whisper to him. You smile as he wordlessly hands you it from his pocket. You swipe away from the picture of the both of you on the lock screen and go to the camera, taking a variety of photos you guys will cherish.

Sebastian moved around and you looked to see what he was doing, where he was going. He sat in the soft, swinging chair, pulling you towards him by the waist. You smiled and lay with him between his legs, your back against his chest. You turned slightly, angling your head to look up to him as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

You felt Sebastian's arms snake under your (his) shirt and wrap around your waist, resting on your stomach, his thumb gently stroking the skin underneath. You smile and wiggled back, getting more comfortable as you both looked up to the sky again.

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sorry this is so short!

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[hamiltonaf]

Can you write a angst to fluff about Mbappé, he was very distant and cold with y/n and spend his free time with friends and neglected her or when he is home he gets angry with her and she got upset and left him and went to her friend or family to be away from him thinking maybe he is cheating or something (but it’s not the case) and when he realizes what he’s done he fight for her to go back to him and did everything to get her back and she forgives him because she is pregnant

Kiss & Make up | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Language & Angst but turns into fluff

A/N: Hello loves ! Finally got down to writing this and was quite surprised how quickly I did - I just wait for angst requests so I guess I got a little carried away. I hope you loves enjoy .xx

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Another weekend of thinking that Kylian and I would spend time together, but yet again he blows me off to spend time with his friends. I’ve about had it with his late nights and poor excuses. It’s driving me up the wall and I can’t stand the fake promises.

It’s almost 1am on a Saturday and he promised he would be home by 11pm. I’ve sent him countless messages, but he hasn’t replied or called me back. I even tried Achraf but he didn’t get back to me either. So, I waited. I really thought that he would at least notice how distant we’ve been lately and perhaps change that, but you know what they say… love is blind.

I had a shower and was ready for bed, but I was eagerly waiting for his arrival. He doesn’t know what’s coming.

It was 1:45am when I heard the door shut and heard his heavy footsteps coming towards our room. I was sat up against the headboard as I watched him take off his jacket and placed it on the bed. “Kylian, do you know what time it is ?” I asked seriously. “No” he said plainly as he then sat at the edge of the bed, back facing me as he took off his shoes. “You told me you’d be home by 11 and it’s almost 2 in the morning ! I tried calling you and even Achraf but both of you didn’t have the decency to even let me know if you’re coming home late !” I raised my voice. “Well, I’m here now” he said casually.

“Kylian, I swear to God your attitude is getting on my last nerve. This is the fourth or so time you blew me off for your friends. I think I’ve been quiet for far too long !” I said as I got up from the bed and walked over to stand in front of him. “Can you stop with the yelling, I’m so tired” he shook his head as he stood up and walked past me. “What the hell..you’re tired ? I’m tired of your shit excuses. Go fool some other girl who’s dumb enough to believe you. Do I have dumbass written on my forehead ?” I asked.

“Can you just shut up !” He yelled as he walked towards me. “Excuse me ?” I said stunned. “Stop with the fucking screaming. I’ve heard enough already” he said. “Obviously not ! You’re missing the bloody point as to why I even brought this up” I grew frustrated. “You’re so damn clingy, I can’t even spend time with my friends” he scoffed. “I’m clingy ? Well excuse me for actually wanting to spend time with my boyfriend when I barely even see him because I have priorities of my own. At least I tried to even make the time and you couldn’t” my voice cracked as I felt my tears pool at my eyes.

I hated crying in an argument, I never want to feel as if I’m weak, but I couldn’t control my emotions. “We talk every day. Is that not enough for you ?” He argued. “I can actually count the times we video call each other because that’s how rare it is. You can even go through our chats and see how short they are because you’re always busy” I tried to say calmly in between sniffles. My heart then told me to just leave and this isn’t worth fighting for. “You know how busy my life is and I have other priorities !” he argued. That was it.

I walked right past him without a word to our closet to pack my bag. I need to get out of here. With my tears falling even more and my vision so blurry, I barely saw what I packed in my bag..out of frustration and disappointment I just grabbed whatever clothes of mine I could find into my bag. “What are you doing now ?” He asked concerned as he watched me pack haphazardly. “I’m leaving” I sniffled. “Wait..what ? No, you can’t leave” he said as he stopped my hands. “Don’t touch me !” I said sternly and pulled my hands away from his. “You can’t leave” he said. “Just watch me” I said as I packed the last of my bag and zipped it up.

“Can we just talk ?” He said as I walked past him to grab my phone and slip on a hoodie. “Just like you didn’t care all this time, now I don’t either. You and your friends can piss off !” I said as I shoved past him when he attempted to block our door. “(Y/N) you’re being unreasonable right now. Let’s sleep and talk about this in the morning ?” He tried to reason. “Why should I even listen to you when you didn’t bother listening to me ? I can’t believe how you disrespected me within a matter of minutes. You accused me of being clingy and well I’m obviously not a part of your priorities…so continue having a ball with your friends. I won’t be a bother in your life anymore since it seems I was the problem all along”

“Babe I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that-“ he apologised. “Yes, you did. We’re over” I said lastly as I pushed past him to go outside. He continued to follow me but thank God I organised a ride whilst I was packing. “Chérie please come back inside” he said almost crying. I ignored him as I got into the car and was off to my parents' house.

The car ride to my parent’s house I just silently cried. Thank God the driver didn’t bother trying to speak to me because I was obviously not in the mood. I rang up my mum and luckily, she opened up for me. “Sweetheart, what brings you here at this part of the morning. Why didn’t you phone ?” She asked concerned. “Mum, can we talk about this in the morning ?” I said with bloodshot eyes and a tear-stained face.

Since I left, my phone was blowing up with messages from Kylian and even phone calls. I blocked his number but not from WhatsApp, just so I had the satisfaction of leaving him on read. As soon as I got back to my old room, i just felt extremely ill than usual and the next thing i knew was that I was hunched over the toilet. I cleaned myself up before collapsing on my bed and just to my luck I managed to fall off to sleep. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep that long because I was already up 7.

I had a throbbing headache and I’ve never felt so miserable. I haven’t eaten for so many hours, perhaps eating will help. Though the thought of eating left a few seconds later when I ran to hunch over the toilet. What the hell. It then hit me that in the past 3 weeks now I was sick but ignored it thinking it was just hay fever or because I have a low immune system. Though maybe, just maybe, I could be pregnant.

Luckily my parents were still asleep, I rushed over to their car and drove to the nearest pharmacy to get a pregnancy test. As soon as I got home, I rushed over to my bathroom to take the test. Upon taking the test, I paced around my room for 10 minutes before checking the result. My jaw dropped when I saw that the test came back positive. Oh my god.

I didn’t know how to feel. I mean of course I’m happy but ugh I was still upset with Kylian, the thought of us broken up and me carrying his child just triggered my depression.

My train of thought was disrupted when the doorbell rang. It was only 8am and who the hell would come by so early to visit on a Sunday ? I unlocked the door and was face to face with Kylian. “What the hell are you doing here ?” I asked. “I just came to talk” he said softly. “Now is not the time. Please leave” I said as I was about to shut the door on his face. He stopped the door with his foot, “(Y/N) please…just allow me to explain myself” he pleaded.

“Kylian I don’t wanna hear what you have to say, please leave” I rolled my eyes. “I just need a few minutes please chérie” he pouted. Ugh not the pout. “I’m giving you a few minutes and after that I’m done” I warned. He nodded his head and lead the way to his car. I jumped into the passenger side and could feel the tension in the air. “Okay so first of all, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean anything that I said last night, I wasn’t in my right sense. You were right, my excuses are poor, and I said all of that because I couldn’t admit that I was wrong. Though now I do. You didn’t deserve any of that shit from me. You’ve been nothing but faithful, showing me how much you love and care for me, unfortunately lately I couldn’t do the same” he confessed.

I remained silent and he continued talking. “You’re not clingy at all and you are most definitely my priority” he said. “Well you have a funny way of showing it ! Is this the part where you tell me that you cheated last night ?” I raised a brow. “What ? No ! Babe you know I’d never do that to you” he said hurt. “At this point I feel like I don’t even know you anymore” I sighed. “Don’t say that… you know me so well. I’m really really sorry to let you down last night. I promise it will never happen again, seeing you leave me last night hit me like a bus. You don’t realise how much you miss someone until they’re gone, crying myself to sleep in an empty bed was the worst thing I experienced in years” he sighed. “Now you know how I felt all those nights I waited for you” I said as I felt the tears pool at my eyes once again.

“I know baby, I’m extremely sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just please come back, I can’t spend another day without you by my side. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I love you so so much chérie and I mean it” he said as he grabbed the back of my hand and placed a kiss. “I swear if you mess up one more time, me and your baby are leaving” I admitted. I mentally slapped my head.

“Wait. Did you just say baby ?” He asked in shock. “Yes I-“ he cut me off, “When were you going to tell me that we were going to be parents ?” He was stunned. “Ky, I literally found out like 5 minutes ago until you came here unexpectedly” I said. “Oh my…I feel even worse now. How far along are you ?” “About 3 weeks now” I huffed. “I can’t believe I’ve been such an ass this whole time. I’m literally the worst boyfriend” he said as he held his head in his hands. “Ky, if you could admit you were wrong and apologise for it then that’s all that matters to me” I shrugged. He smiled as he cupped by face and was inches away from kissing me.

“Not so fast, you can’t think I’ll go that easy on you now” I tried to say seriously. His jaw dropped. “Oh sorry” he said softly with a pout. After a few seconds I stifled a laugh, “You should’ve seen your face. I’m kidding. Now kiss me because-“ he didn’t even let me complete my sentence before pulling me in for a sweet kiss. Had he shut me up like this last night, we wouldn’t have had this problem in the first place.

[lunarluvver]

Liquid Lust

M!vampire x chubbyF!reader

Tw: cnc (consensual non concent) oral play, light bondage, crying, vampire, teeth, blood,

MINORS DNI

Branches snap beneath your feet. They don't slow you down as you barrel through the woods, trying to get as far from that wretched man as possible. You didn't know until there was a woman at your beautiful woodland wedding that you'd never seen before. She took the microphone from the best man and drunkenly slobbered about your groom having an affair with her. Tears welled in your eyes, and you took off running. You didn't stop running even when you came to a gate taller than yourself, guarding a large run-down stone mansion. You shoved it open and kept going. Heaving the front door open, you ran into the house and didn't stop going until you reached the stairs and collapsed. Too tired to go on. Tears poured down your cheeks already hot from the exertion. Your dress, an expensive one worth around ten grand, was muddy and tattered.

Something about the exhilaration of running and the sorrow of heartbreak was oddly arousing. You were completely alone. Maybe that was it. Whatever it was, it made you reach down and pull up the front of your dress. Your fingers slid down into your folds and started working. As usual, you felt...nothing. Hour after an hour you tried, working yourself up. Your brain wants it so bad, but your clit is basically dead. It had been since the first time you touched it, why wouldn't it be now. That's probably why he cheated. You never did care much for sex because of your clit. You felt broken most times. Tears came again, with anger this time and you screamed. Why not. No one would hear. You laid on a stair, listening to the wind rush through the house, leaves stirring on the floor. You could see the sky through a hole in the roof, and fell asleep there, sobbing silently.

The feeling of being picked up was what woke you. The person holding you smelled of cashmere and amber. They were strong, carrying your plump figure deftly. You were too out of it to care. The thing that made you open your eyes was the lack of a heartbeat...

"Shh, my dear." A hand kept your head on the man's chest. "You are safe."

Your heart rate quickened, but something slowed it. Being nervous didn't work when the man smelled so good. You dozed back off until you felt yourself being placed in a bed. It was outrageously soft, with silken sheets. You caught one glimpse of the man who carried you before you fell asleep again and awoke to see an attractive man sitting at the foot of the bed looking at you, a glass of wine in his hand.

"I am Master Kaltain. But you may simply call me Kaltain, or Kal." He took a sip of his drink. "It has been a full 24 hours since you fell asleep. It's 1am the day after you entered my home."

It was like he read your mind. Your brow furrowed as he answered the questions you hadn't yet asked. A tight feeling on your wrists led you to realize they were tied to the bedposts.

"What do you want from me?" You croaked, squirming. Your dress had been taken off, only your white slip remained, and the silk sheets were smooth on your bare legs.

"Oh dear. I don't want anything from you." He chuckled, sending a shiver up your spine, his handsome face smiling. This led you to see his fangs. Two of them on each side of his mouth, the back a little longer than the front. "I want to help you. And yes, I did have your dress taken off. It was very dirty. Did you want dirt in the sheets? I think not."

Again, you wanted to panic, but it just didn't happen. His dark eyes were intimidating but his smile balanced it out. "Help me?"

He set his glass down "Well, I saw how much you struggled last night," he pulled off your coverings and glanced at where your womanhood lay between crossed legs"and I think I can help you. It's been so very long since I've had anyone to play with." His eyes went wide. "Oh...you've been with men but, you've never. You've never had an orgasm, have you?"

One tear of embarassment slipped down your cheek as you got his meaning. "Since the first time I tried around 10, nothing has ever worked. For 15 years. No toy, no man. What do you think YOU can do?."

He laughed, and the way he looked at you made your womb ache to be filled. He was so so...delicious. "Oh, honey. You have no idea what you walked into." He crawled towards you across the bed, his limbs holding him above you as he came close to your ear. "I will make you feel things you can't even imagine." His breath on your ear tickled, and you felt yourself getting moist.

"No, no, no, my dear." He kissed your neck and then raised his head to look at you. His eyes held...care? He ran a gentle hand through your hair. "Don't even think of getting away. I know deep in there you want this. I can hear you fighting yourself." He smirked, satisfied with himself. "Kyle could never make you feel this way. Just trust me."

He ripped the thin straps off of your slip, pulling it down so your breasts are exposed. Your heart pounds as his mouth pulls your nipple inside, soft tongue swirling around and around. He moved to the next one, doing the same thing. His mouth is a little cold, as are his hands but it feels nice. Kaltain sucked his two longest fingers, leaving them dripping, and moved his hand to touch your crotch.

"Come now, darling. Don't make me open them for you." You still didn't open them. "This is the easy way, do you want the hard way?" You glare at him, not budging. "Okay then."

He positions himself by your feet and stares at you, dark eyes piercing your mind. Your legs slowly open, revealing to him your pink clam in all its glory, little bud peeking through the folds. You hadn't done that. He MADE them open. The thought was terrifying and exhilerating.

"Of course this didn't work in the past. None of those men were quite like me." Kaltain wrapped his arms around your thick thighs and began to lick and kiss the insides of them, making you shiver. He went right over the stretch marks you were insecure about as a teen. The whole ordeal made you squirm in delight. Finally he got to the yummy middle part. The anticipation almost killed you inside. Tongue drenched, he plunged it deep inside of you and then from the bottom of your hole, up your pussy and to your clit. You felt...nothing the whole time.

"HAHA I told you it wouldn't work. I didnt feel anything." you exclaimed as he stopped and sat up at the end of the bed a smirk on that smug face of his. He grabbed his cup, which you suspected didn't contain wine. "Just you wait. Give it a moment, you'll feel it alright." He swallowed the last of his drink and got up to fetch another.

What is this? Your nipples. They're tingling. They're darkening from a light pink to a more red blush tone. You..your pussy. It's tingling too. More intense than any warming lube had ever done. None of the lubes had made you feel like this. You moaned and panted, wondering what was happening. It felt so good. So refreshing. Was this what pleasure was supposed to be? Your hole ached. Your clit swelling and throbbing. Heat built in your belly. You could hear Kaltain chuckling at your noises while he fixed himself a drink.

"What did you do to me." You half moaned, half cried. You could feel the wetness pooling at your entrance and leaking onto the sheets. He strode over to you.

"I did exactly what I said I'd do." He sat once more by your feet, staring at your body writhing on his bed. "It is a glorious sight. You have no idea how beautiful and soft you are. I love every curve." He said this with lust in his eyes, devouring you with his gaze. No one had ever done that before. Even kyle made you feel less than because youre a little softer than an instagram model. He stared at your pussy as you felt a painful pleasure build in your womb.

"Yes. YES, darling. Let me watch you cum." Tears slipped down your face as a dam broke in your mind woth his words and your fat cunt gushed all over the sheets. Cries escaped you as you experienced your first orgasm. It was better than you had ever imagined. You ached to be filled, hole twitching as he watched you groan. You saw the bulge in his pants grow as you came down from this feeling, panting as your heart thudded. He stood, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as he watched another orgasm build in you. His belt was next to come off. You stared at him as your lust grew. He was gorgeous. But there's no time for that. You screamed as another wave of ecstasy crashed over you, the sheets soaked with your squirt even more. Your nails dug into the bedposts as your body tensed. Before you knew it, he was kneeling between your legs, stroking his long shaft, fat purple cockhead leaking for you.

"Touch me, PLEASE. " You pleaded to him. You couldn't help it. It looked so big, and he stared at you with such hunger. Just his eyes made you want to cum. He lifted your bottom and added a pillow beneath your ass, propping you up at just the right angle. The head of his dick touched your clit and he hissed and moaned, teasing himself by sliding up and down in your folds. It was everything you hoped for. He popped the tip in just as you came again, cumming as he felt you clench around him. As soon as another orgasm started to build in you, he slammed his cock to the hilt. The scream you let out sounded like pain but it was pure pleasure. Your pussy finally felt full, and you came around him again as he began to thrust in and out of you.

His grunts drove you mad as he came to another climax. A few tears slipped down his own face as he exploded inside of you. You could feel his cock throbbing and depositing ropes of cum inside as you had your fifth orgasm with this man. A mixture of his cum and yours leaked out of you with his every thrust. There wasn't room in there for both cum and cock. His balls slapped against your ass as you both became slobbering messes. The release you felt was overwhelming. After some time, he ended up on top of you, his hands and mouth exploring your body as he continued to fuck you senseless. Hours of this went by, just kissing and weeping quietly and cumming over and over and over and over and over and over. You couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. It just kept going. But you loved every minute of it.

"You're not going to run away from me now, are you, darling?"

"No." You whispered as you felt pinpricks in the side of your neck.

"That's my good girl."

Read part 2 here!

Liquid Lust pt.2

[heyyyharry]

Night Light (from the Flatmate series)

...in which Y/N never turns off her night light.

"Wait for me in my room. It's the door on the right," he whispered to the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He'd just met her an hour ago as he was leaving the club.

The girl kissed him drunkenly, and when she was gone, he came into Y/N's room to turn the light off. She'd fallen asleep with her book covering her face, so he removed the book, put it on her desk and left quietly.

A/N: I always fall asleep with the light on, and ever since I moved in with my boyfriend, it's become a routine for him to go into my room (we have separate rooms) to turn off the light for me. That was how I came up with this :)

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She forgot to turn off her night light. Again.

See, this was why Harry hated sharing a flat with someone else. He had reminded her so many times before to turn it off before she went to bed, but every night, she would doze off with her book still in her hands. No wonder their electricity bill last month was so high. He had hoped that this girl would be less annoying when she slept, but she always managed to find a way to get on his nerves.

After a long moment of standing outside her door (which she left open for some reason), he decided to come in and turn off the light on her bedside table.

In the morning, he reminded her again. She promised she would turn off the light tonight.

She didn't.

~~~

Harry came home late, stumbling into the flat with his arm around the girl. She giggled too loud, so he shushed her and gestured to Y/N's door. The living room was softly lit by the warm light coming from her room, but he knew she was too deep in her sleep to know that he was home.

"Wait for me in my room. It's the door on the right," he whispered to the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He'd just met her an hour ago as he was leaving the club.

The girl kissed him drunkenly and when she was gone, he came into Y/N's room to turn the light off. She'd fallen asleep with her book covering her face, so he removed the book, put it on her desk and left quietly.

~~~

Harry was in Paris tonight with his friends for Layla's birthday.

Y/N had stopped responding to his messages, so he assumed she had fallen asleep. As he sat on the sofa, drinking cheap wine with his friends while a shitty EDM song was blasting from Louis' Bluetooth speaker, he thought about Y/N sleeping with her light on.

~~~

"You're awake?"

Y/N looked up at him from her laptop, face lit by the cool light from her screen. "Yeah, deadline."

"That's what you get for procrastinating," he smirked.

"Can you procrastinate annoying me? I can't deal with you right now."

"Need help?"

"No, thanks."

"You sure?"

She gave him a dismissive wave. "I'm sure. Thank you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said. "Remember to turn off the light."

"I will."

Harry went to his room and lay in the dark for an hour or so. When he came back to check on her, she had fallen asleep and her light was still on.

~~~

Harry was well aware that he was drunk when he entered the flat as the room was spinning. He didn't know how he managed to make it to Y/N's room without knocking over furniture, but he wanted to give himself a pat on the back.

As expected, she'd fallen asleep, again, with the light on. He sat down on the edge of her bed, not because he wanted to, but because he felt so dizzy that standing only made it worse.

"Goodnight," he whispered to her, hesitated for a moment before turning off the light.

Right after he'd left her room, he went straight into the bathroom to throw up.

~~~

He had been avoiding her all day, for reasons even he didn't understand.

It was 1AM when he came into her room to turn off the light. Before he left, he told her something he wasn't brave enough to say when she was awake. He went back to bed, worried that she might have heard it.

She hadn't.

~~~

Harry tried to be as quiet as he could, but when he came in to turn off the light tonight, Y/N stirred awake.

She blinked sleepily at him. "Hi."

"Hi," he said nervously. "Just gonna turn the light off for you."

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"Goodnight," he said and switched the light off.

"Goodnight. I love you."

The three words froze him when he turned away. They'd confessed their feelings to each other last night, so why did it still feel like the first time?

"I...love you, too," he said, smiling shyly at her. He was thinking of kissing her before he left, but she'd already buried herself under the duvet.

~~~

"Do you want to cuddle before bed?"

Her bed was warm and smelt like her. He gave her a lot of kisses as she read her book with her head on his chest. When she fell asleep, he reached over to turn off the light.

~~~

Harry came back late for a business dinner today and she was still awake.

"It's already midnight," he said, loosening his tie.

She smiled up from her book. "We couldn't go to bed without you."

He kissed her on the lips and then her baby bump. "I'll take a shower and join you both."

When he returned, she'd fallen asleep. Harry turned off the light and carefully slipped into bed.

~~~

"Ria fell asleep with the light on, again," Y/N complained as she returned to bed from her daughter's room.

Harry chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "Like mother, like daughter. I had to turn off your light for you for years."

"I had my reasons."

"Oh yeah? What were they?" he asked, stroking her hair.

She grinned up at him. "At first, I wanted to annoy you. Then you kept doing that so I didn't bother to turn off the light anymore."

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Harry laughed, but he was glad she'd deliberately done it in the first place. "Now could you turn off the light on your side, please?"

[jazziejax]

Queen Treatment for

The King

Pairings- Art Donaldson x black!OC, Tashi Duncan x black!OC, Patrick Zweig x black!OC

Summary- moments between Dion King and her best friends that adore her

Warnings- slight smut, implied sexual content, sexual tension...

Jazzie Notes!- It’s me writing at 1am again knowing I have somewhere to be tomorrow:)….. sorry for any typos or mistakes, I don't enjoy reading back my own work and I type like a mad man with dyslexia. Also, sorry if this is bad, I’ve beer written smut or sexual content of any kind. Might but ever do it again honestly.

Word Count- 2,724

Part I , Part III

Dion heard the soft click of her door closing from her bed. She sat on her bed in her dorm, reading away at some old and torn biology book that was needed for a class. She was barely paying attention to the words on the thin paper, chipped corners obscuring some words as she sipped away at the honey tea Art brought her before he left.

She never raised her eyes away from the page before her as a weight was placed near her feet at the end of her bed. She knew who it was by the sound of his feet. There was silence within the room as she continued to sip from her mug and fake-read the large book in her lap, feeling his stare. It wasn’t long before she made it to the bottom of her mug, the sound echoing as she slurped up the thick honey that settled at the bottom. When finished, she sat the empty cup on the nightstand beside her and then finally looked up at the boy in front of her who had his eyes on her the entire time.

“Are you just going to fucking sit there or are you gonna say something?” She asked, not sugarcoating anything. Patrick’s face looked the same way it did yesterday, sadness etched in every crevice that only deepened with her words.

“I just wanted to explain myself.” He said somberly. Dion sighed, slamming the book on her lap closed. She then filed her arms and sat up more against the headboard, crossing her legs. “Go on then.” She said disinterestedly.

And she honestly was. Art had filled her in about the situation that caused the oddness between them all last night after her fashion show ended in him giving her the best head. He was so fucked out afterward that he just started spilling everything without Dion even having to ask. Not that she had to, Art thought she needed to know.

So, she sat there waiting. Either to hear the same information or something new.

“The whole reason Tashi and I have been acting so strange is because we argued.” He said, eyes never moving from her trying to gauge a reaction. “About you.”

“I mean, I figured that much Pat.” Dion rolled her eyes.

“But it wasn’t what you would think it would be about.” He started, angling his body in the girl's bed to face her. He left his shoes in Tashi’s room so she was just in a shirt, shorts, and gray socks. “She was angry because she felt like we were getting too close.” Dion’s brows furrowed deeply, eyes briefly igniting with rage. Seeing this, Patrick was quick to interject. “But not like that. Not like we were falling for one another or that you had a thing for me.” Then Dion went from angry to confused. “She was angry at me because she felt like I was taking you from her.” He stated, seeing the question circulating in her eyes. At that, Dion kind of just stared at him, lost in thought over the whole situation.

Dion’s never had a serious boyfriend since she and Tashi have been friends. She barely even talks to guys anymore, let alone think about that much. She had all she could ask for within Tashi. So much so, that she was a little heartbroken when the girl said she wasn’t looking for anything too serious with her. But she kept on a brave face as stuck it out. And it’s not like Tashi was doing anything with anyone else, so that kept her at ease about the whole situation.

So when they met Art and Patrick, they never would have thought things would end up the way they did. Tashi and Patrick were together but she allowed him and Dion to do things if they wanted, which was rare if she wasn’t involved. She honestly only agreed because she knew she wouldn’t be dropping Dion any time soon. The girl was like a drug to her.

Art and Dion were pretty official, at least to the people around campus, so they did things all the time. They were the same. They had the same favorite color, the same habits, same taste in music and books. They even served sort of similar. Being around him brought a light into her heart that she didn’t know she needed. And Art depended on her presence more than he’d like to admit. Sometimes just spends time in her dorm to live like a married couple. Being around Dion made him almost forget about his jealousy of Tashi and Patrick.

Almost.

But Dion and Patrick, their relationship was more than just physical. He was like a male Tashi. He was confident and sure of himself. She was lewd and loud, Dion found it endearing. He made her laugh. He taught her things no other guy has, he’s shown her this whole other world of being a person and living. He had so much to offer and this was only the beginning.

Maybe that was it.

Tashi felt as if Dion was slipping away from her. If only she knew how unlikely something like that would be.

“This whole situation is so fucking stupid.” Dion huffed, putting her head in her hands. “I mean?” She exasperated, looking back up at him. Patrick just softly nodded his head, still downtrodden from the whole blow-up of events. “Yeah. And the argument only got worse when I said she was being that way because she can’t admit her feelings for you.” He sighed.

“Oh,” Dion said, crossing her arms. “Well, it’s over now. I’ll talk to Tash and things will go back to normal.” She said, with a shrug. She was trying to quickly change the subject to something else so she wouldn’t have to focus on the fact that Tashi was avoiding her feelings in some way. Patrick could tell what she was doing, he just stared at her, admiring her as she thought.

“Do you have feelings for me?” She asked, looking up at the boy. Their eyes instantly met since he was already observing her as she played with the loose thread on her bed sheet. He jerked his head back at her question, caught off guard by her sudden movements and question.

“Jeez, Dion.” The boy groaned, throwing his head back. While she thought he was doing it out of annoyance, Patrick was honestly trying to hold back the boner he was getting just watching her. The sun shone through the blue curtains giving the girl this ethereal glow. The way her lounge-wear shirt fell off her shoulders because of its size. And those shorts she always wore that showed the bottom of her ass cheek just right. She had hundreds of those shirts and they all loved when she wore them.

“What?” Dion asked, shrugging her shoulders. “You’re the one that told me I need to be more forward.”

“That’s not what I mean, King.”

“Just answer the question.” Dion pouted, watching as he tilted his head back down to look at her. Dion always loved his eyes, probably not as much as Art’s since he had heterochromia, but Patrick’s were a close second. The honey brown starts at the rim of his pupil and expands into this beautiful blue. His eyes were always dilated, at least when she looked into them, and she loved seeing that look.

“Of course, Dion.” That was all he said. His eye herb wavering from hers. Dion smiled at his words before standing on her knees and growing closer to the male. She planted herself right next to him, still on her knees with her hands holding her weight as she sat back in her legs.

“That’s good to know.” She smiled at him. Patrick smirked, seeing the mischief swimming in her eyes. His eyes traced her features, her oiled skin, her curly roots peeking from under the towel on her head, the way one of her eyebrows was a little fuller than the other. Her lips looked sticky from the honey she sucked earlier. Everything about her was a sight to see. “Now do you think you deserve your gift?” She asked, using the sickly sweet voice she always did to get her way. The same way she sounded when they first met. Patrick nodded his head, not even giving the question a second thought as she stared the girl in the eyes.

Dion pursed her lips in a tiny pout. “I should make you work for it after being so absent these past few days.” She said, giving the boy a once over. She could see the huge bulge he had in his shorts that he was trying to hide by stuffing his hands into his shirt. Her eyes trailed back up to see his muscles poking through the shirt, the girl getting wet from his figure. “Do you think you should work for it or do you want the gift?” She asked, finally looking him back in the eye. Patrick licked his lips, eyes darting everywhere on his face before answering. “I think I should work for it.” He whispered.

Dion smirked, rising to her knees again. She never took her eyes off of him and Patrick followed hers. She looked down at him as she took the towel off her hair. Some of the parts were a little wet but that didn’t bother either of them, especially at this moment.

Dion then straddled Patrick’s lap, her knees on either side of his. He immediately untucked his hands from his shirt and latched onto her waist. He leaned in, thinking her lips were gonna meet his but she backed away at the last moment. His lips met her jawline with a wet kiss. Dion looked back and leaned in again but pulled the same move, dodging his lips to his net her cheek this time. Patrick whined at the lack of contact after a few more tries while Dion smirked. She did it one last time.

Only this time, Patrick didn’t stop. He trailed wet kisses anywhere he could as his hands squeezed at her torso. Dion sighed out a few airy moans as his kiss ended up behind her ear. Hearing just those sounds made Patrick target that spot, sucking and licking at the spot until he could feel the skin become tender under his tongue.

Unknowingly, his hands traveled down her back and under her big shirt to grab her bottom. His large hands cupping her ass instantly evoked a reaction out of the girl, letting out a loud moan. At that, Patrick groaned into her neck. He backed away from her neck to see her face morph into one of pleasure as he groped her ass. At the loss of contact, Dion looked down at him. “I didn’t say stop, did I?” She asked.

Patrick immediately got back to what he was doing, licking and kissing anywhere he could on her neck, even going down to her chest at one point. Dion was a moaning mess as he continued to okay with her ass cheeks, just the feeling of him so close to her heat made her feral. And one thing about Dion, she was a talker. She also loved herself a talker.

“You’re just so good to me baby.” She sighed into Patrick’s ear as he went to town at the top of her breast, oh so close to popping them out. “You treat me so well.” She moaned. Patrick's hips jolted at her words, loving when she just talked to him. He could cum just listening to her talk. He has once when he heard her talking Art through a climax. At that, Dion moans again, his bulge hitting her covered heat.

She then pulled away and stood up on her knees. Patrick, too engrossed in the feeling of her soft breasts on his tongue, kept licking away as he washed closer and closer to popping them out of her bra. Seeing this, Dion grabbed the back of the brunette’s head and pulled him back. His face was pink, eyes blown and lips plump. Their eyes met.

“You’ll take care of me, right?” She asked, using that sweet voice on him.

Patrick nodded, his hands still on her ass and his hips lightly rutting up against the air. Dion's eyes turned stern and she grabbed the boy by the jaw, making his lips pucker. “Speak.” She demanded.

“Yes.” At that, Dion leaned forward and gave him a wet and sort of sloppy kiss on his pursed lips.

“And you won’t hide things from me anymore?” She asked, tightening her grip on his face just a tad.

“No, never.” The boy panted with a quick shake of his head. Dion gave him another kiss, this one a little longer than the last. She broke away, a thin trail of spit connecting them. “And you know that I’ll always care for you?” She asked. Patrick nodded before he could form a verbal answer. Her words were working him up and he was close to cumming in his shorts. He’s never been this way with any girl but Dion just bought something out of him. She had a way of getting people to do what she wanted.

“Mmh hmm.” Patrick finally said, trying his best to hold back his climax as his hands continued to grip her ass and she continued to moan and speak to him. Dion brought her lips back down to his, barely moving as the boy stretched his neck to meet her in a head kiss. She was practically shoving her tongue down his throat as they kissed, and Patrick loved it. He loved that his rather docile and sweet girl was corrupting him in ways he didn’t know he liked. He didn’t know he needed it. Dion broke away, feeling the boy’s rock-hard bulge on her pussy when he lifted her ass cheeks and slapped them. She let out a loud moan into her mouth, which made him snack it again. Knowing they were close, she broke the kiss. Much to Patrick’s dismay the boy groaned.

“I know you’re close, baby. I know.” The girl cooed in between kisses on his cheek. But I have to give you your gift before we continue. She then got off his lap and turned to the nightstand next to her bed. She pulled open the first drawer and brought out a dark blue velvet box. She sat back down next to him, both of them igniting the huge bulge in his shorts.

Patrick opened the box to see a golden ring in the center of it.

He didn’t say anything as he started at the price of jewelry.

Scared of his reaction, Dion started to ramble. “It’s, uh, a jasper stone or something like that, I don’t know. I just got it because it matched the one Art has and it’s kind of like the whole fire & ice thing. It’s also a pinky ring because I felt like that fit more of your vibe—” The girl's monologue was cut off by Patrick's lips in hers. The male kissed her vigorously, trying to show all his passion and affection through one kiss. He used so much force that Dion fell back into the bed, Patrick not detaching from her as she followed her down.

Breaking away for air, Dion looked up at the boy in front of her.

“So, you like it?” The girl asked out of breath.

“I love it.” Patrick’s said, sincerity laced in his tone. “But I’d love something else a whole lot more right now.” He said, giving the girl a knowing look, his pupils bigger than before. Dion laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“Okay.” Was all she needed to say for Patrick to trail fine her body and place his face between her legs. He said in his stomach and could practically smell her arousal. It was as if they were both animals in heat at this moment. Before he could dive in, even with her shirts still in, Dion spoke.

“Did you cum in your shorts?”

“Yeah, it happened in our last kiss”. Was all the answer he gave before his lips were latching onto her bottom ones poking through her shorts.

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[devine-star]

The boys confess their feelings!

Sam And Colby crew x male reader!

Warning: ghost hunting, gay/bisexual feelings,

Colby:

Colby first realized he had feelings for you when you got SUPER scared during the conjouring house

When Amanda caught the little boy on the thermal, it freaked you to the point of almost tears and you immediately went to Colby for comfort.

As he held you his heart was skipping a beat and his face was beet red

It took maybe 6 months of Colby pondering in his feelings to come to the terms of him being bisexual.

He decided to confess his feelings as he couldn't hold them to himself anymore, no matter what it did to your guy's friendship.

So he invites you over to his apartment and makes you dinner and you two watch a movie.

You two have done this for each other before so you didn't think twice about it.

That was until during the movie, he paused it and turned to you with a serious expression.

"Y/n. I need to tell you something,"

You nod slowly.

He then spills every feeling he had for you for the last six months.

Your heart was racing and you were in slight shock for a moment.

Colby begins to panic. Shaking his head he stands "nevermind! Just forget it dude!"

"no!" He stops his embarrassed rant and turns to you

"I actually like you a lot Colby, I have for like...a year?"

He breaks into a happy laugh before hugging you tightly

You laugh too finally feeling a weight off of your shoulders

"so would it be okay if I kissed you?" Colby asks shyly as he giggles a bit

You didn't answer, you just leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a very happy yet gentle kiss.

Sam:

Sam first realized his feelings for you a little before him and Kat broke up.

He was very heartbroken but at the same time he wasn't performing correctly in the relationship because of his feelings for you.

You were by his side the entire time as he delt with the breakup and that only fueled the feelings he had for you.

He held these feelings for you in for roughly 8 months.

Until one night, he was drinking in his apartment and thinking about you.

In his drunken stupor he calls you up at roughly 1am

"Sam? Why are you calling me?" Your groggy voice caused his heart to skip

"Y/n!!" He slurred happily but that quickly resolved into rough sobs

You sit up in a panic. You could tell he had been drinking but you were still worried

He was unconsolable.

"Sam! Please just wait a minute! I'll be over in a minute! I promise!"

The ride to Sam's was a long agonizing 20 minutes.

When you got there the door was unlocked so you quickly made work of the lock and rushed in

Sam was sitting at the bottom of his stairs, hiccuping and sniffling softly

"Sam!" You knelt next to him as he looked up at you and once again his happiness was back

"Y/n!" He flung his arms around your neck and brought you in close

"I love you!" He cried loudly

Your heart skipped a beat and you chuckled pulling him up with one of his arms around your shoulder

"That's sweet but, you're wasted. I'd prefer to hear that when you're sober"

Sam frowned as he climbed the stairs with you "I-I meeean iitt"

You laid him in bed and tucked him in slightly.

"Tell me that sober then," you repeated laying in the bed next to him.

The next morning, you woke up far before your best friend did so you decide to make him breakfast for his hangover

You had just finished cooking when you heard the sound of rushing feet and then the classic sounds of someone's body getting rid of the alcohol consumed the night before.

Cringing you went upstairs, water bottle in hand and knocked on the door, opening it to find Sam with his head hung over the toilet

"Mornin'" you leaned agaisnt the door with a small smile.

"ugghhh..." Was his reply. Lifting his bead to look up at you

You then sat next to Sam on the floor and offered the water bottle.

"I meant it" he panted looking up at you

"what?"

"what I said last night. I've been in love with you for a few months..." He sniffled as tears came to his eyes

You smile "deadass?" "Deadass" he chuckled

"if you didnt just throw up, I'd kiss you."

Seth:

Seth knew he wasnt straight from a VERY young age.

Only the people he trusted closely knew of this.

When the two of you met in middle school, he told you after 3 years of knowing you.

You didnt mind, even telling him you are bisexual/gay yourself

The night of the confession happened during an investigation at a haunted hotel.

You and Seth had a room together and Sam and Colby roomed together.

The two of you always have had deep talks in the middle of the night when you can't sleep. And this was one of those nights

The talk went from the investigation and what happened. To your guy's beliefs. To life. To relationship issues.

Seth let it slip as he was half asleep by now

"ya know, I actually really like you," You turned to look at him from your bed and he was staring continuingly at the ceiling.

"wait like... you'd date me?" You sit up on your elbows watching him.

Seth was silent for a while before sighing softly "Yeah honestly"

You stood, moving to stand next to him causing him to look up at you from his laying position.

"Y/n?" He asked softly, scared he ruined a good friendship.

You said nothing. Reaching down to grab his chin to hold his head in place.

Leaning down you pressed your lips to his softly.

He froze before leaning up to deepen the kiss.

"WOAH!!" The two of you broke the kiss turning to see Colby rushing away from the open door, you had forgotten they have an extra key to your room.

[1toreyouapart]

Exorcizamus

Summary: Life on the road, hunting the things that went bump in the night was a lonely life, admittedly. But having Ruffilo by his side made it all a bit more bearable. They had set out as children, led only by Jolly, to hunt the thing that had killed his best friend, and nearly them as well. Noah couldn't do it without him, honestly. Ruffilo was the brains and he was the brawn in the whole operation.

Adeline was a small town girl. Working to live and living to work. Until she found herself being hunted by the very thing her dad had always told her was just pretend. When the brothers save her, her understanding of the world is flipped upside down.

CW/TW: all things paranormal, death, swearing, smut (updated as it is written to include specific warnings), talk of religion, horror, demons. Child death mentioned. Guns. As always, if I forget anything please don’t hesitate to let me know!

Missing Person

PRESENT DAY

Noah groaned, rolling over on his side. He didn’t know what time it was, but it was too fucking early. They hadn’t gotten checked in until 1am. Hadn’t gone to sleep until 3am. This was one of the times he really hated this life. Up late every night, and awake early every morning. Once in a great while they got to take the night off and actually get some sleep. The door to the motel room opened and he shot up in the bed, grabbing the gun under his pillow.

“Whoa, dude. It’s just me. Went and got some coffee and breakfast.” Ruffilo held his hands up, a bag in one hand and drink carrier in the other.

“Jesus. Do you ever sleep?” Groaning he flopped back on the bed, tossing the gun on the mattress next to him.

“I tried. You snore so loud it’s worse than a chainsaw.”

Noah laughed, glancing over at the clock. 8am. Eh. Five hours wasn’t so bad. Not nearly enough, but he could function on that. Ruff sat the drinks and food on the little table, tossing the room key next to them. Fuck. He should probably get up. They had a long day of investigating ahead of them.

He shuffled out of the bed. He was grateful to have had a bed to sleep in last night, but god it was terrible. Rock hard. Lumpy. And he wasn’t totally sure the bedding was actually clean. Still. It was better than sleeping in the Impala. Stretching he reached for his shirt, ignoring the dull ache in his back. Some day. Someday he would sleep in a proper bed. Hopefully.

He pulled the shirt over his head, eyes landing on Ruff’s bag. He had an entire folder on that girl. He needed to know why. They knew Azazel had been after her specifically. That was clear when he had found the warding that had been worn away over the years. Come to think of it, he actually had a few questions about that whole situation, himself. For having all that warding surrounding her, she was absolutely clueless on everything. Had no idea any of this even existed. It was odd.

“Why do you have a file on that girl? The one we saved from that yellow eyed freak?” He arched a brow, reaching for a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the flimsy table.

“I want to know why he wants her.” His answer was simple. Like he should have known that already. “I mean, we heard what he said to her, Noah.”

“Yep. We did.” He nodded.

Noah thought back to that night. How they had heard her screams. The way they had found her on the floor when they kicked in the bedroom door. Azazel kneeling over her. How he had stupidly fought that son of a bitch to get him off of her. And how he had disappeared with that copy ass grin of his.

“Turns out her parents were hunters. Left to have a normal life. Her mother died in a fire when she was real little.” Ruff sighed. “But after that night? She seems to have completely disappeared. No trace of her anywhere. Last info on her is a missing persons report filed three days after we left her there.”

Unease churned in his stomach, making it hard to focus as Ruff continued to talk. They had left her there with nothing more than a sigil and some basic protection items. Jesus Christ. The bastard had found her and taken her. Something they could have prevented if he hadn’t been in such a hurry to get out of there to find him. Lot of good that did. They hadn’t found him, and instead he had gone back there and taken her anyway.

“Alright. So, obviously we fucked up. After we find whatever this thing is terrorizing Milwaukee and gank the fucker we’ll get ahold of Jolly. See if he can help us track her down.”

“Noah. She might be dead.” Ruff swallowed, averting his gaze. “She might be dead because we didn’t do enough.”

Noah nodded slowly. While it was a very real possibility, he didn’t think Azazel was after her just to kill her. No. That bastard had a plan for her. The question was what was his plan?

“We don’t know that. He wants her for a reason. He’s got some kind of big plan he’s up to.” As he spoke he rose to his feet, throwing on his jacket. “Come on. The sooner we get on this, the sooner we can find her.”

Noah grabbed the keys off the table, and walked out the door. Next to him a woman left her room, her gaze cast downward. A hat sat on her head, pulled down low to cover as much of her face as possible. Curious he watched as she turned away, letting his eyes wander a bit. A nice ass, for sure.

Slowly his eyes traveled back up, taking note of a tattoo on the back of her neck. His head tipped to the side and he took a step closer, getting a better look. It was a sigil. The same sigil Jolly had found for him five years ago. Adeline wasn’t missing. She was right in front of him.

“Adeline?”

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