#and its take a minute but when we get to the door and i start to close it she clearly doesnt wanna be in there but im in there
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everything is romantic - paul mescal x reader
summary - you and paul take a trip to italy during the summer. lots of photo-taking and kissing.
word count: 761
a/n: everybody say thank to pedro pascal for these photos that have got me going absolutely feral!!!!!!!! it is absolutely freezing where iâm from and seasonal depression is getting to me so iâm writing something about summer to make me happy :) and thank you so much for the love on my last fic it means the world <3 i hope you enjoy this one just as much!!
the air smelt of salt and wild rosemary as you and paul walked down a narrow cobblestone street in the amalfi coast, hands locked together in a tight, loving embrace. paul had his beloved camera round his neck; a gift you had gotten him when you first started dating.
the sun was dipping low in the sky, casting a golden glow that seemed to warm everything it touched. the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore played like a lullaby in the background.
âthis doesnât feel real,â you said, your voice tinged with awe as you glanced up at the laundry fluttering on balconies.
paul looked over at you, a loving smile playing on his lips. âyouâve said that every ten minutes since we got here.â
âwell, it still doesnât!â you shot back, bumping his shoulder lightly. âit's unlike anything i've ever seen before. how am i supposed to stop talking about it?â
he laughed, gently letting go of your hand so he could grab your waist and pull you even closer as you both wandered down the uneven path. âi like it when you ramble. means youâre happy.â
you felt your face suddenly get hot. âi'm not just happy. iâm...i donât know. full.â you gestured around. âthis place, this trip, being here with you - itâs everything.â
paul stopped walking and turned to face you, his blue eyes warm and soft as they searched your face. âyouâre everything.â he said, and you swore you could actually feel your heart swell.
you wrapped your hands around paul's neck as he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a passionate series of pecks and one longer kiss that you both fought for control over. as you both realised your very public environment, you pulled back. you couldnât help but smile as you rested your forehead against his.
âalright, lover boy,â you teased, though your voice was thick with affection. you stepped away from him and paused in front of a charming doorway painted a faded blue with potted geraniums clustered at its base. with a pout and a few bats of your eyelashes, you then said, "can you take a picture of me?"
rolling his eyes but unable to suppress his smile, paul raised the camera and pointed it at you.
you leaned against the blue door, tilting your head slightly as you brushed your hair back. paul snapped a few shots, then lowered the camera, his expression softening.
âalright, one more,â he said. âbut donât pose this time.â
âi wasnât posing!â
âyou definitely were,â he teased, lifting the camera again. âjust laugh or something.â
you huffed a laugh at his instructions, and in that moment, he took a photo that he would never forget; your head was tilted back slightly, sunlight was on your face, and your eyes crinkled with happiness - he was unsure if he'd ever seen you look so beautiful.
when you realised paul had stopped taking photos and was now staring intensely at his camera, you ran forward and playfully smacked his arm. âlet me see, babe.â
paul handed over the camera with a grin. as you scrolled through the pictures, you smile widened. âokay, these are actually really good. youâre getting better.â
âfuck off,â he said with a laugh, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.
the two of you walked further down the street, but after a while decided to pause on a set of wide, sun-warmed stone steps to take a break from wandering. paul was in front of you, resting his elbows on his knees as he scrolled through his phone.
without a word, you picked up paul's camera that was still in your possession and adjusted the lens. the light hit him just right, illuminating the soft lines of his roman profile, his hair ruffled slightly from the breeze. you snapped a photo, then another, the sound of the shutter drawing his attention.
paul tilted his head at you and laughed. âyouâre supposed to be taking pictures of the scenery, not me.â
âyouâre part of the scenery,â you said cheekily, snapping another.
"alright give me back my camera - i'm starving, lets get some lunch." paul said, playfully snatching his camera out of your hand as he rose from his seat. he placed the camera back around his neck as he gave you his hand to help you rise from your own seat.
"you're my lunch, too,' you said, bringing your lips close to paul's ear once you had gotten up, and you watched his face turn pink.
#paul mescal#paul mescal x reader#lucius verus#lucius verus x reader#gladiator 2#gladiator ii#gladiator ll#pedro pascal#fluff
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This was a Christmas gift to me and my husband from our GM of our very first characters that we ever TTRPG'ed (Pathfinder) who commissioned this from @cutetanuki-chan. (The picture is from me taking a picture and cropping at a weird angle - the whole thing in its frame is stunning.) These two characters (Chrissy and Odhran) met when our game night people were like... hey let's try pathfinder. So I made a character and so did my husband and after meeting them, I was like... oh god... we are gonna get divorced. Lol. We were struggling at the time. And we made these characters and god, they hated each other so much..... but eventually found their way to being friends. But they were our first characters EVER. The next character my husband rolled up in this campaign (we needed to double up to round out a playable campaign), my rogue eventually formed a romantic attachment with. Then I made a bard for a totally separate campaign, and now we're both determined that he meet Chrissy at some point b/c within MINUTES of meeting my bard in a totally unrelated campaign, we were like, okay he's soulmates with Chrissy! But that's the magic right? Finding the parts of ourselves unexpectedly that can be completely accepting of other parts of our partner... even the parts of them that we thought we didn't like, want to be around, or understand to begin with. (CAUTION WARNING: let the reader understand, do NOT use this story to excuse abuse or bad behavior to try to fix a partner! This is an exercise that can ONLY be done with a feeling of absolute safety and trust between partners. We were not there when we started TTRPGS but got to a better place of trust due to his own personal work with therapy. But there were MASSIVE strides before I even trusted it. ) We joked tonight after our friend gave us this picture that Odhran (my rogue) saw this picture and was like oh GOD, what hell-fan of Chrissy (actress) did this? Why do I look like I'm worshipping her? GAHHH nOoOo. But....Odhran can also shut all the way up. :) What ultimately makes me as the player love this picture so much is probably the underpinnings of a romanticism depiction. These two characters, while they never and will never fall in love, in a meta sense, they were the gateway for us into several characters who did help us rediscover love again after years in a very difficult marriage, find a adhd hack into new relationship energy through RPing, and just provide us an outlet for a lot of intense emotional energy. And this artist, despite knowing NONE of this, captured its essence in a two completely non-romantic character portrait. @cutetanuki-chan you knew none of this and still managed to capture it perfectly. This picture will hang proudly in our house and I will enjoy explaining it to anyone who walks through our doors. Your depiction of HERO FORGE characters being so accurate is stupid impressive. Also shout out to our GM, Grace, who actively sought this out for us. What a perfect present. We couldn't ask for a better GM or a better friend. You're family and we love you so much.
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(part 1)
part 2:)
once we made it to the restaurant after a sort of long car ride whilst singing along to our playlist, billie placed a gentle kiss on my lips right before we stepped out and walked hand in hand inside. we knew finneas and claudia were already here since we saw their car parked outside when we pulled up. i was honestly excited to see them since it had been a while.
once we found the table they were at, we sat down and joined them, me and bil sat together, whilst they were sat together on the other side of the table. we kept out hands interlinked under the table, just wanting eachothers presence in that moment. although we both loved intimate moments together, we loved having sweet moments equally.
weâd been sat there for a little bit before billie came up with a great idea. well it was great in her mind. i hated it. because i couldnât get what i wanted. she decided she would tease me. for her own entertainment. i first felt her hand let go of mine to rest on my knee for a few minutes, before it slithered all the way up to my thigh, and then my inner thigh, right next to my core.
i shuffled in my seat a bit, slightly slouching to try to get her closer, but she just moved her hand and interlocked it with mine once again. she did this a few times. i was desperate. again. i was soaked, and needy. and sat in a restaurant with my girlfriends brother and his girlfriend. there was nothing i could do about it.
i squirmed in my seat every so often, trying to make myself as comfortable as i could with the wetness practically soaking through my underwear and my jeans. i noticed billie looking at me every so often, smirking and running her tongue over her teeth before looking back at fin and claudia to listen to whatever theyâd been saying.
whenever i tried to join in with the conversation, bils hand went back to that one spot. at this rate i was shocked she hadnât started trying to touch me properly under the table just to see how quiet i could stay. that wasnât going to happen though. she wanted to see how long i could last without her touch.
âneed to go to the bathroom angel. come with me?â
i nodded and we walked to the bathroom together. once we made it into a stall, she pushed me against the door and pressed her lips against mine. i quietly moaned into the kiss which made her hold onto my waist tighter. when we eventually pulled away to breathe, i just looked at her, trying to beg her for anything with only my eyes, but a smirk came to her face as she gently kissed me once more, taking my hand, and then leading us back to the table. wow.
i was so desperate it was unreal. i didnât know if i could make it home. i had to though. after a few hours, we were finally going home. i was tired, but more horny than ever before. we said our goodbyes to eachother, then me and bil got into the car. the whole drive home, her hand just stayed in place on my thigh.
i tried moving her hand closer, but she just giggled and moved it back to its original spot. i did that a few times before she spoke.
âyouâre a needy girl tonight arenât you baby? my needy girl.â
i whined before i spoke.
âi need you billie!! youâve teased me all night, please!!â
âwhen weâre home angel, remember what i said earlier?â she asked, glancing over at me as i nodded and pouted. we still had a while until we were home. i knew that she wasnât gonna change her mind, so i sat there and waited. the last thing i wanted was to make her mad which would mean that she wouldnât touch me at all.
âwhen we get home, i want you laying on the bed for me. keep your clothes on.â
i squeezed my legs together and nodded.
after what felt like hours, we finally made it home and i rushed to our bedroom, laying on the bed just like sheâd told me to. she took her time coming upstairs, trying to make me wait longer. i was getting so frustrated. as soon as she got on the bed next to me and straddled my waist, looking down at me, i pulled her further on top of me and smashed my lips against hers.
iâd had enough of waiting. i needed her right that second. it seemed like my impatience worked, because her kisses trailed down my neck. she sucked and bit my neck, leaving marks all over before practically ripping my shirt and bra off, marking my tits too. my back arched upwards as she sucked on my nipple, tongue swirling all over it whilst her hand was busy with the other one. her free hand was resting on my waist. small whimpers left my mouth as she moved to suck my other nipple.
her hand moved down from my waist, to my jeans where she struggled to undo the button and zip, but eventually got it. she pulled away from me and stood up off the bed, yanking my jeans off and pushing my legs apart before placing herself between them.
her tongue was soon enough running through my folds, settling on my clit. she circled it a few times, then sucked, then moved back down slightly and pushed her tongue inside of me. she switched between the two a few times to get me wetter, and closer. once i was dripping onto the sheets, she focused on my clit.
she flicked her tongue against it, making me moan louder and louder. i was almost screaming her name as she sped up. i tried to close my legs around her head but her hands firmly held them apart. i whined and squeezed my eyes shut tight.
âbillie can i cum?â i whimpered.
âof course angel. been such a good girl for me tonight. cum for me pretty girl.â
she didnât have to tell me twice. i came so hard over her tongue and moaned way too loud. her pace slowed down as i rode out my orgasm, small whines leaving my mouth. she carefully pulled away from me, a small smile on her face as i opened my eyes and noticed her chin entirely coated in my arousal.
i honestly almost came again at the sight.
she pulled me in for a kiss before switching our positions and pulling me to lay on top of her. i closed my eyes and was immediately asleep. she tired me out. and i wouldnât want it any other way.
a/n: this couldâve been better iâm sorryđ
#billie eilish#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish fic#fanfic#fanfiction#billie eilish x fem!reader#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#smut#wlw smut#wlw post#wlw blog#wlw
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Groundhog Day? I will grind that dog into the ground if I ever find the fucker
Reader gets stuck in a loop, has 4 days and 6 hours to convince them to help break the loop.
CW: Mentions of Johnny's canonical death
"The seventh hour is a liar."
You lay on the couch in the break room for the 141 tossing a cricket ball in the air before catching it. Predawn light filtered past the crack in the slat blinds. The light is not strong enough to catch the dust motes scenting the air.
It was nearly five am and Ghost had risen at his predictable time. You had stopped sleeping after the seven loop. You were experiancing groundhog day in all its fucked up "glory".
"What?"
He sounds confused, steps silent as he moves to peer down at you.
"When you and Johnny were talking on the comms trying to escape Mexico he made a joking agreement with you that if either of you were stuck in a time loop you would use the phrase 'the seventh hour is a liar' to tell the other about the loop." Cricket balls are hard, you are reminded of this as you jam your middle finger into the ball instead of catching it. It rolls away from you. Instead of sitting up to grab the escapee you nail Ghost with a blank but serious look. "In four days, thirteen hours, and," you lift your phone from your stomach and trigger the screen, "roughly seven minutes John "Soap" MacTavish will die by Markorov's bullet in his brain."
"And how the fuck do you know that?" He is still looking at you like you are crazy.
"At 0903 Captain Price will start a phone call with the phrase, "This is a secure line, who is this?" Soap is going to trip as he comes through the door at 0614 this morning as you sit next to me on the couch. Gaz is going to sneeze four times in a row at 0853. You will say bless you twice followed by two repeated fuck yous. Your mum joked that any more than two sneezes meant the devil could take your soul and no more blessings would help."
The place skin around his eyes and brows blanche. Ghost does not talk about his family, ever. You knew it was right thing to say though to prove the point. He had told you the last four times you convinced him that if he forgot to tell him that fact. Ghost would only remember the loop until you died though.
"You will believe me by 0930, and then we can talk about how to save him because I can't keep living this stretch of time. Not even death will keep me," your voice cracks on your last word.
He stares through you as he processes your words.
"Okay. Tell me everything," he commands, voice gruff.
Sitting up with a sigh you run a hand over your hair.
"Nice try, you can walk me to medical for an eval after 0930. That happened the first time I tried to tell you."
The silence became charged. Ghost was your commanding officer but he was also a man who did not like to be predictable. Ruined the brand.
"What now then?"
Standing you flick on your flashlight and start to look for your ball.
"Now? We wait until you believe me."
Should I do more with this? Probably.
Masterlist
#groundhog day#time loop#cod#fanfiction#john soap mactavish#captian john price#simon ghost riley#lostintransist#lostintransit writing#gary roach sanderson#kyle gaz garrick
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lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and youâre not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall
idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...
to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"
but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics
"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"
and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."
But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-
And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"
and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really
Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)
And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.
and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)
And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*
but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)
and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far
"You should really use your words."
"I am!"
"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."
"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"
"Sasha isn't most Alphas."
"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashesâthe exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"
"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."
"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.
"It would work better if you useâ"
"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.
like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know
#ask#i dont think we nearly take enough advantage of maffhew going to a catholic prepatory school#my friend who went to catholic schooling his whole life until highschool (where we met) dropped the bombshell of the door thing on me#to which i went you have to be fucking with me that cant be real and then i was like well i guess its good we're both boys then-#and then he goes oh my mom knows im queer the rule applies to boys too#and i just nervously looked over to the door knob like well uh maybe we should open the door? i dont want your mom to be mad-#and he was like oh shes convinced we've been fucking since we met so this is allowed youre the only boy she lets do this (the door thing)#a couple of years later when he moved out i found out friends weren't allowed over if he was alone in the house but i was the only exceptio#and i felt like the equivalent of a roving tomcat who keeps wandering into the gardens and got the neighbours cat daisy pregnant#i dont think i could ever look that woman in the eye after all that#this is all to say catholic schooling does things to you man#anyways i do have to reiterate every kitty is fucking each other on a normal basis and in an abo au it gets even worse#making our whorehouse a whorehome#ive always said this but flirting with a virgo is like flirting with a brickwall#actually thatd be an insult to the brickwall because at least the brickwall would give you something to work with#the humble virgo looks you in the eyes before they crush your ego with a single word and youre like thank you mistress may i have another#i feel for maffhew i really do#theres just so many funny ways this just goes terribly wrong because both maffhew and sasha are inherently messy people#matthew and sasha on a team outing sat next to each other in a booth and matthew gets a little tipsy and starts rubbing his cheek#on sashas shoulder and sasha is just looking over to benny like please. help. and benny just snorts and blatantly ignores#him as he continues to sip on his beer and sasha just turns to ekky and silently pleads with his eyes. PLEASE. HELP.#ekky huffs and looks away very much not thrilled about being involved in any form whatsoever and hes not gonna change his mind about this#*5 minutes later* and ekky finds himself switching spots with sasha with a cuddly maffhew on his arm and he's a little disgruntled about it#but its very hard to stay upset when maffhew keeps mumbling about how nice he smells and keeps trying to scent him#all over like he has any right to lay a claim when hes been in the pack for such a short time#and yeah okay maybe he preens a little bit at the compliment like just a little#and maybe he does like being treated like a glorified scratching post but matthew doesnt need to know that (matthew knows that)#well anyways
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#LMAO I FUCKING CANT.#so missionaries came to my doorstep-- which is literally just hilarious. even more hilarious? one of them was from hawaii.#they ask about my religion&i tell them bc i dont see any point not to&the yt man speaking to me tells me#he was a surfer back in the day so--&this is a literal quote-- 'i went to hawaii&heard it all as a haole on the beach'#remember this is literally entirely unprompted from a missionary who knocked on my door in response to my answering a question#about my religion. so why did this come up? probably the same reason that he then went to on to ask me what would happen if HE wanted#to join my religion&when i answer 'you would probably have to handle that yourself as religion is entirely personal'#he literally stands there w no answer before going 'well our church accepts EVERYONE no matter what theyve done'#&--again this is a direct quote-- 'we have ppl who have done blood sacrifices to their ancestors who have found the REAL god' LMAO.#he then started talking about how the neighboring apartment complex has a primarily east european community?#like with actual statistics bc appartently he just knows that the next apartment complex over is 80% yt immigrants?#not entirely sure how they had anything at all to do w anything so thats around when i stopped laughing openly at him#&told him my neighbors were coming up the stairs&i found taking up the entire staircase to be incredibly rude#so they needed to get the fuck out lmao&the missionary from hawaii-- who had said almost nothing the whole time lmao--#wouldnt look me in the eye while telling me thank you for my time probably bc he now had to continue doing missionary work#w a man who spent a solid five minutes trying to prove im racist&exclusionay as a default#literally ONLY bc im hawaiian v traditional about it&proud as FUCK about all those facts#whiiiiich only made him look&sound. fucking TERRIBE lmao.#anyway its good to know that several hundreds of years later&a move away from my colonized home where yt missionaries destroyed my culture#i STILL cant fucking get away from yt missionaries&their ABHORRENT behaviour lmao.#i need to start checking who the fuck is at my door before opening it.#or at the v least start letting roxy just fucking tear ppl like this to shreds like she wants bc their vibes are so rank#my dog can't stand at my side w/o her ridge going so far up she doesnt NEED to growl to get the point across lmao.
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just askin, hypothetically, what if i did make an alternate au + animatic of mizu 6 being angst and ena 5 not happening the same way.....
#akiyama mizuki#aka i love the song loose the princess with mizuki#the events would sorta go as follows#we see mizuki in a daze#staying at home and just. handling it. idk its a blur for her and its just. it gets to a point where even dressing in her old older sisters#frilly nightgown and talking to rui dosent help. thats when she desided to go on a 'walk'#hugging her mom and telling her smth like 'see you later' as she walks out(in the nightgown and her cardigan)#and finds a place that isnt crouded for being the middle of the day. she then enters the sekai and well#trys to hang herself. it works for a minute til len walks in(hes gonna be main vocaloid for event insted of meiko cause yeah)#in which case he panics#calling the others to try and get her down. but in mizuki realising this she ends the song and exits the sekai#her plan to dissapear quietly failed. and the news of what happened probably going to the others fast. she desided to visit#her schools rooftop one last time. (yes this is like. at least 5 refrences at ones happening and im not sorry)#as she stands up there. having climbed her way to the other side of the fence(#theres like the area yknow idk-) ena finds out when leaving her classed that someone saw mizuki in the halls#she rushes trying to find her before finding her on the roof(its mirroring so many scenes in my head)#they end up talking but its useless. ena breaks through the fence door as mizuki takes a step back. falling from the roof#and the last thing showed in that story is mizuki falling down as flowers bloom behind her#then theres a inpact sound. sirens and screams#now heres where im not fully sure what wanna have happen next but have ideas#ena could mabey jump down with mizuki. with her not wanting to leave her behind#or she could not. and watch as mizuki falls. i can also have it be an actual death/deaths but......#rui was working late at the gardening committee. about to head off with robo nene to work on more projects as he notices a pink figure very#close to falling. then the figure steps off. in which then he panics a little and rushes with robo nene to deploy the saftey pad he built in#her(aka he so would and plot convince. more convenient stuff has happened in pjsk let me have this)#ena 5 can then start right after with her waking up to then be berated by her father and akito for jummping off the school roof#but yeah!!!! ehe this is my silly au thats still pretty much in my head#as you can see i suck at writing and really just wanna put mizuki in a pretty frilly dress
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snooze - r.c.
(season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader blurb, 4.1k words)
summary Your man works harder than anyone you know, and you couldnât love him more for it, but some mornings you just want to hold on to him a little longerâŠ
content fluff/smut, mutual mast., p in v, 18+ minors do not interact
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Rafeâs alarm rings through the large bedroom like a blaring siren, jerking you violently from the sweet sleep you were just wrapped in. He doesnât hear it at first, still sound asleep next to you, snores rumbling through his bare chest.
You blink your eyes open, the room is still dark, though the first golden rays of the sunrise creep in through the small crack in the curtains. You twist your body towards Rafe, snuggling your head into his neck, an attempt to both shield your eyes from the sunlight and get his attention, desperate for him to silence the loud alarm.
After a few seconds, he still hasnât heard it, so you reach up and gently tap his cheek.
âBaby,â you groan, cheek pressed against his shoulder. âToo loud.âÂ
Rafe takes a deep breath in, eyes still closed as he reaches his bedside table, tapping his phone screen clumsily until the sound subsides.
He settles back in, placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head as he pulls you into his side. You sigh happily, running your nails softly up and down his chest and stomach, drawing little hearts and stars on his skin. He shivers when you graze over the soft skin of his lower stomach, following his happy trail down to his waistband. You fully plan on dipping your hand below it, where heâs already twitching and firming up for you under his sweatpants, but you get distracted by the delicious deep V lines on either side of his waist. You dip your pointer finger into the valley of muscle and trace the shape down, switching to the other side and drawing back up.
He stirs when you angle your finger to scratch lightly with your manicured nail, lingering just above the band of his Calvins that peeks out from his sweats.
âThatâs so nice, baby,â he mumbles in his deep, crackling morning voice, âI love these hands.â
Rafe laces his fingers in yours with one hand, his other arm sliding under your neck and wrapping around your shoulders. He pulls you close so he can drop a sloppy kiss on your temple.
You sigh and lift your intertwined hands to place a kiss on each of his knuckles.
âMaybe you should stay home,â you suggest between kisses. âThen you can enjoy these hands all day long.â
He smiles knowingly, still not opening his eyes. You play this game every morning, trying to find ways to convince him to play hooky from work, though they never succeed. Heâs always showered and out the door by sunrise, leaving you with a cup of coffee on your nightstand and a quick kiss as you drift back to sleep.
âSounds perfect, but I have an 8 a.m. with a potential investor,â he explains.
In the quiet, Rafe starts to drift off again. You continue to stroke his chest and think of all the many enticing reasons for him to stay, but before you can list them for him, his alarm blares from his phone again.Â
You lean over him, reaching to the phone on his nightstand. He takes the opportunity to snake his hand around your waist and slide it under his big t-shirt you're wearing. His hands feel so nice on your lower back, you pause, almost forgetting what you were reaching for in the first place, until the alarm rings out again, making you both wince with its volume. You tap the screen desperately until itâs silenced.
âJust hitting snooze so we can have five more minutes,â you say, settling down over him and resting your cheek on his chest.
âLiar,â he says with a sleepy smirk. âYou turned it off.â
You fake an offended gasp, âI canât believe youâre accusing me of such deception, Rafe Cameron.â
âSo when five minutes go by and the alarm doesnât go off again, what are you gonna say then?â
âI was hoping youâd fall back to sleep by then,â you confess with a giggle, laying a soft kiss on his chest, right over his heart.
âI knew it.â
He sits up in bed, causing you to fall back onto the pillows, immediately missing his warmth. You paw at his arm as he reaches over to check the time on his phone.
âNooo,â you whine. âDonât go yet.â
He smiles down at you, leaning over to place loving kisses on the edge of your jaw and up your face, touching his lips to your temple one final time before standing from the bed.
Your vision is still fuzzy from sleep and the darkness of the room, but you follow the general shape of him as he walks to the wall of windows on the other side of the room. Heâs shirtless, the lower half of his body covered in soft gray sweats. You squirm a little under the comforter as you take him in. You didnât know it was possible to be this attracted to someone, but itâs like every day youâre with him, your body craves him more, and it makes it that much more painful when he leaves.
Rafe interrupts your reverie by lifting his arms and throwing the curtains wide open. You flinch at the bright sunlight that pours through the windows like itâs burning you.
âToo bright, Rafe!â You protest.Â
He just turns with a smug smile, his tall silhouette casting a shadow over the bed, blocking you from the blinding sun.
âIâll make you some coffee before I go,â he promises as he leaves you alone in the bedroom, pulling a pillow over your face to shield yourself from the daylight.
Itâs silly to complain when his hard work is the whole reason you can lay in this comfortable bed so late into the morning. When heâs not with you, heâs at the office, earning you all this comfort, but it still seems unfair when you want him this badly.
You used to be an early riser, but the way he lays you down every night when he gets home, fucking you hard and slow until you fall asleep clinging to him, itâs made you a whole new person. Youâd pay him twice his salary if you had it just to get him to stick around a little longer, make you feel that good again.
A devious idea comes to your brain, and you pull the covers from yourself quickly, making fast moves before he gets back.
When Rafe comes back into the room a few minutes later, he nearly spills your hot coffee all over himself at the sight that greets him.
The comforter is bundled at the end of the bed, nothing covering your body as you stretch out on the mattress. Youâve switched out his t-shirt and your baggy sweats for a silky pair of boy-short panties and a lacy bra. You're facing away from him, laying on your side, the curve of your hips and peekaboo view of your ass casting a scandalous shadow on the wall. The fabric of your panties is so flimsy, it climbs up the curve of your ass, revealing you to him as if theyâre barely there at all.
âNice try,â he shakes his head, though the small crack in his voice betrays his defiance. You know youâve got him hard and frazzled.
âHmmm?â You donât turn to look at him, instead bending your knee and sliding one leg up higher to give him an even better angle of your ass.Â
âItâs not gonna workâŠâ he insists, setting your coffee down, fully intending to turn and make his way to the walk-in closet to get dressed, yet somehow finding himself completely immobile.
âWhatâs not going to work?â You echo, feigning cluelessness in a way you know is gonna drive him mad.
âI really do have a meeting,â he continues his one-sided argument, trying desperately to convince himself. âI canât be late, itâs important.â
âOkay! Have a good day, baby,â you yawn, shifting on the sheets as if youâre just getting comfortable, hoping he doesnât see the smile youâre hiding in your pillow, obsessed with the strain in his voice that reveals his resolve is cracking.
The mattress sinks slowly under his weight, and you can feel the heat of him before he even touches your skin. His hand slides up your leg, from your ankle all the way up to your thigh, where he pauses to squeeze your flesh.Â
âYouâre gonna be late,â you let your mouth twist into a cheeky smile.Â
He huffs a defeated laugh, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder in frustration, âyouâre killing me.â
âIâm not doing anything!â You giggle, arching your back and giving him a better glimpse at the other side of you, your nipples already pebbling in anticipation, clearly visible through your see through bra.
Rafe responds by saying your name, so low and needy itâs almost inaudible. You twist your torso just enough to meet his eyes, blinking at him sweetly through your eyelashes.
âYes?â
He doesnât respond with words, just a piercing gaze. His blue eyes are blown wide with lust as he takes you in, dragging over your body helplessly, fighting an internal battle as he plots his next move. Filthy thoughts are etched on his face, you know him well enough by now to see the gears turn behind his eyes, imagining all the things he could do to you if he stayed.
âCan I at least have a kiss before you go?â You ask, hoping the taste of your lips will tip the scales in your favor.
He canât deny you a kiss, he never does, so he leans in and meets your lips with a nod, his hand rising to softly cradle your jaw. You run your tongue so gently across his lower lip that he wonders if he imagined it. When you part your lips for him and release a small sigh, the game is over.
With another squeeze of your thigh, he pulls back from you just enough to reach his phone on the nightstand. You watch with a victorious grin as he types out a quick message, surely to his secretary, and tosses the phone somewhere on the bed.Â
âBought us an hour,â he tells you.
âOnly an hour?â You pout.
âDonât be greedy,â he teases you, shuffling behind you so he can spoon you, placing a dozen quick kisses up your arm, making you giggle in delight.
Rafeâs hand slides from your thigh to your waist, dipping to splay over your stomach so he can pull you flush against him. You sigh dreamily as he begins to suckle on your neck, leaving little pink marks everywhere his lips touch.
âWasnât that kind of an important meeting?â You ask, feeling a little guilty for potentially making him miss out on a good opportunity.
âNothingâs more important than this,â he assures you.
You let out a little whimper at his sweet words, igniting a fire in him. His hand drifts up your stomach until his palm is settled over your breast, kneading gently.Â
âOh,â you gasp. âThat feels good.âÂ
âYeah?â He drawls with a crooked grin, pausing to drag the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear, making you shiver. âJust needed a little attention today?â
âMhm,â you nod. âNeeded you.â
His hand leaves you for a minute to fiddle with the clasp of your bra. You lift your arms up so he can slide it off and toss it somewhere on the floor of the massive master suite.
The rough skin of his palm comes back to rest over your hard nipple, the sensation is so sweet that your whole body hums with pleasure.Â
âGod youâre so soft,â he breathes over the wet spot heâs just left on your skin, âlove these tits so much.â
With that confession, he pinches your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, the pain lasting only a second before he smoothes it over with the pad of his thumb.
âRafe!â You squeak out at the sting.
He shushes you gently, lowering his mouth to pull your earlobe between his teeth, the pressure strong, but not strong enough to pull your mind from the way his hand is dropping lower on your torso towards your panties. A pool of silky arousal gathered between your legs, you rub your thighs together in search of friction as his hand continues to move maddeningly slow.
âDonât worry baby,â he coos, âgonna take good care of you like I always do.â
Your fingernails dig into the sheets in preparation when he finally reaches the band of your panties, lifting them to slide his hand in.
âYou always take such good care of me, Rafe,â you agree.
He places his other arm under your head for support, allowing you to look down at the outline of his big hand wriggling under the damp cloth of your panties. His fingers find your entrance easily, pausing outside to swirl in your wetness.
âFuck, youâre perfect,â he praises. âAlways so ready for me.â
After a few more swirls, heâs satisfied with the coating, dragging his fingers back up to your clit. He hits it right away, he could find it in a hurricane. He runs his fingers over you at the perfect angle, starting with delicate figure eights.
Your head falls forward in ecstasy, unable to form words. Rafe bends his arm at the elbow, laying his hand flat against your forehead to pull your head back into his chest, your neck arching with the stretch. The pink spots heâs left on your exposed throat have darkened nicely, giving him a chance to appreciate his handiwork. He reattaches his lips, desperate to claim you as many times as he can, hungry for you.
The sweetest, breathiest moans fall from your puffy lips, and he basks in them like the sunlight thatâs bleeding through the curtains. Heâs nibbling on your shoulder like itâs his breakfast as his fingers pick up speed on your clit.Â
Between circles and flicks, he stops to tap quickly with the tip of his middle finger, the rhythmic pressure and release has the sensitive bud pulsing. You chase his fingers pathetically with the roll of your hips, needing more. Â
As you writhe, his cloth covered cock slots between the valley of your ass, each wave of your hips grinding perfectly against his shaft. You shut your eyes tight, picturing his perfect length and the gorgeous noises he makes when he comes. You need to hear those sounds like you need air.
Your hand releases from the sheets, reaching behind you to rub the hard ridge of his dick over his sweatpants. Rafe clenches his jaw, a throaty groan vibrating through his chest and straight into your body.Â
âThis what you wanted, angel?â He asks, his tone dominant and desperate all at the same time. The perfect balance of ownership and a genuine urgency to please you.
âJust wanted you,â you confirm through labored pants, grinding yourself into his hand, âall I ever want is you.â
âOh yeah? Show me.â
No further instruction needed, your hand finally dips below his waistband, immediately finding his pulsing cock.Â
âShi-ii-t,â he shudders as you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly and reveling in how hard youâve made him.
You notice goosebumps rush up the arm thatâs disappearing into your panties, you realize your hands must be cold. You know heâd never complain, but you donât just want him to feel good, you want him to feel as amazing as he makes you feel.
You draw your hand back from his boxers, and he groans at your absence, nearly protesting until he sees what youâre doing. You dip your hand into your underwear, gently nudging his out of the way, and collect some of your wetness onto your own fingers. Your hand glistens in the morning sunlight when you pull it out, displaying it for him before returning your grip to his cock.
Heâs speechless. Eyes rolling back at how fucking sexy that was, desperate to ground himself before he comes too quickly in your hand. He moves his palm down from your forehead to cup your throat, not too much pressure to hurt, but enough to remind you how strong he is. You whimper, swallowing hard under his broad palm.
âJesus christ, baby,â he sputters, âyouâre my fucking dream girl.âÂ
You fall in sync, Rafe rubbing tight, firm circles over your clit, while you slide your hand up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip with each stroke to swirl your thumb in the precum heâs leaking. His knuckles flex in response to each flick of your thumb, pads of his fingers holding and releasing your neck in steady pulses.Â
You squeeze his cock as he squeezes your throat, so perfectly aligned in your drunken pleasure that you both chuckle at how unbelievable it feels. But if youâre laughing, then surely heâs not doing a good enough job. Â
He draws your clit between his fingers, rolling over and over, not pinching too hard, but just hard enough to set every nerve ending in your body on fire. You draw your knees up, your hand slowing involuntarily on his cock as you feel the familiar coil tighten in your tummy, seconds from snapping.
âI canât believe youâre real, youâre so perfect,â Rafe whispers into your shoulder, kissing you over and over.
âGonna make me come talking like that, baby,â you warn him.
âYou want that? You want me to make you come in my hand?â
âNot yet,â you choke out, so close that youâre already dreading coming down from your high. Itâs too soon, itâs not enough. No amount of him will ever be enough, but you at least need him closer. âWant you inside, need you in me.â
âAnything. Anything you want,â he swears as he pulls his hand from your core to rip your panties down your legs. You pull them off over your feet and toss them away as he removes his pants and boxers behind you.Â
The fabric finally out of the way, his dick spears into your back, somehow always so much bigger and more powerful than you remember. You pray he doesnât make you wait any longer, wriggling back onto your side so your soaked pussy is perfectly exposed to him.Â
In the soft morning light, he finally gets a good view of your slick folds, nearly busting all over your back at the sight. Heâs filled this new condo with the most expensive art he could find, but nothing comes close to the masterpiece in front of him. To him, youâre fucking priceless.
He wastes no more time, tucking a hand under your knee to angle your leg up. You take his cue, understanding each other without words as always, and brace your foot flat against his calf, propping yourself open for him.
A combination of the angle and his picture perfect memory of your walls has his tip hitting your g-spot on the very first thrust. He stretches you so sweetly, the tight fit making your brain go foggy and your mouth fall open, gasping helplessly.
âLike this?â He asks, not taunting but not really asking either, already knowing the answer to âthis how you want it?â
âNot quite,â you whisper.Â
He freezes with confusion before you reach behind you to find the hand he has braced on your hip, pulling it up and placing it back around your neck.
âThere,â you say, ânow itâs perfect.â
âHoly shit,â Rafe stammers, hips jerking forward, slamming into you a little too hard, lost in his infatuation with you.Â
At first he worries itâs too hard, but a dreamy moan rises from your throat and you encourage, âyes, yes, like that, please.â
Mouth agape in disbelief at his pure fucking luck in finding you, he obeys your plea, pulling back slow before thrusting in hard again. The hand thatâs not on your throat pushes into the mattress beneath your head, lifting himself up for leverage. He continues to fuck into you hard, pausing after each stroke to hit as deep as he can possibly get. Youâre a mess, crying out with each slap of his hips against your ass, blabbering incoherently as you clench around him.
âOhhh my god youâre so tight,â he growls through gritted teeth. ââIâm gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that. You gonna let me come inside?â
Your eyes fly open as an invisible light bulb goes off above your head, you twist to meet his eyes, his lids low and irises completely blown out with lust.
âIf I do, will you stay home?â you proposition him.
He scoffs, shaking his head in pure amusement and adoration, tongue digging into the side of his cheek in the cocky way you love. From this angle, the sharp features of his perfect face hover just inches from yours. The sheer attraction you feel makes your walls flutter around his cock, a tease of his reward if he promises to stay.
Rafe screws his eyes shut, his head falling back as you pulse around him repeatedly.
âFuck! Yes, I promise, I promise,â he cries out as he continues thrusting into you sloppily, âIâll do anything. Iâll sell my house, Iâll change my fucking name. Just ask me and Iâll do it.â
His theatrics delight you, bubbly giggles rising from your stomach as he loses himself in you. You canât remember ever loving anyone as much as you love him at this moment.
âKiss me,â you whisper, completely enamored with the man inside you.
Without a thought, he slips the hand on your throat to the back of your neck, kneading your skin as he pulls your mouth to his. Itâs not gentle, like his typical good morning kisses, itâs messy and wet and hard and completely mind numbing. You bite on his bottom lip, almost accidentally, losing your mind at the taste of him.
âB-baby,â he stutters, his hips doing the same, âcanât - fuck - Â canât wait any longer. Tell me where you want it.â
âMmmph, inside, please! Please fill me up, Rafe.â
Itâs all he needs to hear, he buries himself deeper than heâs ever been.Â
âCome with me?â he pleads.
Youâre so close, you canât even find words, nodding rapidly. He hits your g-spot one final time and you slip off the edge of the earth into uncut ecstasy.
Your eyes roll back and your toes dig into his leg, bruising his calf. His tip hits your cervix hard, hot cum pooling deep in your core, spilling out of him for longer than you thought possible. His breath is ragged and his chest heaving as his body jerks around you.
Both trembling, his arm gives out and he slumps down, curled around you. Sweaty and satisfied, you catch your breath together, Rafe still buried deep.Â
He plants wet kisses on the nape of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way and blowing gently to cool you down. You see only bright white behind your closed eyes, floating in a perfect pleasure you didnât know was possible until you met this man.
After a few moments, or possibly hours, he starts to pull out. Your hips chase his defiantly, refusing to lose his warmth again.
âNuh-uh,â you shake your head, reaching back to grab his hip and hold him in place. âYou promised.â
âI also promised to change my name, you gonna make me do that, too?â He laughs.
âMaybe.â
âOh really? What are you gonna call me?â
âI dunno,â you shrug. âHow about daddy?â
Your teasing has the intended effect, Rafe twitching inside you, already hardening again. He knows youâre just playing with him, but his mind spirals out of control at the pet name. Heâs so in love he thinks it might kill him.
Settling back into you, he reaches around the bed until his hand finds his discarded cell phone.
Your lips twist into a smirk as you hear him dial, still buried in your heat.
The dial tone rings a few times and he says, âyeah, gonna need you to clear my whole day. Something came up.â
He thanks the voice on the other line, hanging up and tossing his phone somewhere in the mountain of blankets on the floor.
âA whole day?â You ask, nestling back into his chest. âArenât you gonna lose the money from those investors?â
âProbably,â he shrugs, laying more slow kisses on your shoulder. âWorth every fucking cent.â
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when you first start talking to simon riley, you want to check yourself into an insane asylum.
you like to think youâre cool, youâre chill, youâre nonchalant. but he takes eight hours to text back, sending you a âcome over.â text at 7pm like he hadnât just ignored you the whole day. you complain to your friends, of course, which is a terrible move when they tell you to drop him and if he wanted to, he would! and you think he does (want to), heâs just so insanely nonchalant about it. so the next time he comes over, chinese takeout in hand after not texting you back since 8am, you go a little crazyâŠ
you open the door for him, stepping back awkwardly when he tried to peck your forehead. he practically shrugs it off, toeing off his boots before setting the food down on your table. âgot thaâ dish ya like.â you nod, forgetting his back is to you. simon unpacks the boxes with precision from the bag, not stopping until itâs all laid out on the table. youâve been quiet for a while, unusual since youâre the talker of the bunch, and that creeping feeling thatâs been sliding up his skin finally sets its hooks in him. he turns around curiously, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing by the door, biting your lip with a timid look and wet eyes. âlove?â
you shake your head with a watery smile. âcan we talk?â simon follows you as you walk to your couch, feeling like heâs been dropped into an op with no details. he doesnât know whatâs wrong, just that youâre hurting and he seems to be the cause of it. âi justâŠdonât get it. how youâre acting so normal.â youâre twisting your hands together. âsomethinâ happen, love? got me confused.â you give him that small, weak smile again and itâs like youâve stabbed him in the heart. âyou- you barely talk to me all day and then you just come over here like itâs nothing. itâs just so hot and cold and iâm wrecking myself over it when itâs so clear you donât care. iâm just so confused, si.â
simon runs through his memories. he texted you good morning, you texted it back, then he went about his duties for the day until he was finally free to ask about dinner. hadnât even picked up his phone in the meantime, security risks or just plain busyness being the cause. ââve been busy, sweetheart. âs why i asked tâ come over when i was done.â you shake your head, biting your lip. âitâs the modern day, simon. everyoneâs on their phones. i donât think youâre as into this as me, and thatâs fine, but i just want to know!â
now simonâs the one shaking his head, pulling out his phone. he might not be tech savvy but he does know this move from johnny, the fucker constantly complaining about his screen time. he pulls up the screen time tracker and turns it to you. ânot everyone.â youâre a bit shocked to be honest. his screen time is ten minutes for the entire day. a few in the morning when he texted you and nothing until nighttime, when he texted you again. youâve never seen anything like it.
ââm not a big texter anâ we donât use personal phones for work, so itâs jusâ a brick i leave at home or lug around. âs nothinâ on you. been thinkinâ about you all day, to be honest.â your mouth is open, honestly. any other man would have never shown you their minute-by-minute screen time, would have begged off the âbusyâ excuse while having been on social media for four hours. simon, by all standards, is genuinely different.
âso, you do like me?â he nodded stiffly, gloved hands reaching for you. you slid into his lap easily, tucking your face into his neck to hide your heated cheeks. youâd even shed a few tears over this, how embarrassing. ââcourse i like you, sweetheart. anâ im sorry if it didnât feel like it. letâs have it out, yeah?â you nod into his skin and he takes a deep breath, pulling you closer to his heart.
from that day on, you compromise with phone calls. when heâs got a few minutes and youâve hit a lull at work, heâll call you. itâs better than any text in the world - hearing his gruff voice asking questions about your messy coworkers or dinner plans. not so nonchalant as you thought.
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i wish this was from personal experience but unfortunately for me, itâs closer to the men not responding for days but having a screen time of six hours.
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bambi
in which spencer reid and fem!reader fuck like they missed each other (because they always do) and he teases her for her shaky legs
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom spencer, piv sex (riding, a first for nereidprinc3ss) /oral f receiving (in that order) mentions of him accidentally grabbing her hips too hard, slight somno SORT OF like he starts going down on her while sheâs sleepy and then she kind of goes in and out but its all consensual, sorry haters i fucking love sleepy sex and I always will, teasing, lots of praise, fluffy, established relationship, he loves her badddd, aftercare, literally nothing bad happens no angst for once they just are having sex cause they are in love which is arguably the most superior kind of sex! a/n: I donât think Iâve ever written smut that is so wham bam thank you maâam like really we just get RIGHT into it!! also no gif no pics we r going old nereidprinc3ss on this one I hope you loveeee!!!
You roll over onto Spencer and kiss once, long and deep and sweet. He hums into it, too whipped to pretend like heâs got self control or respect, hands finding the soft skin of your bare waist and settling there.Â
How it got to this point so quickly, no more than fifteen minutes after he walked through the door, you canât say. Usually the two of you are a bit more domestic when he gets home from a case, but eight days is a long time to be apart, and the trail of clothing leading from the welcome mat to the foot of the bed attests to that.Â
So does the lack of teasing, of beggingâat least, a lack up until this point. Right now, thereâs only him, patient and content to let you play at being in charge. You pull back and reach down to grab him gently, aligning him at your entrance with a trembling hand. This part, youâre not usually responsible for.Â
He assures you with a hand to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. âYou got it. Slowly.â
You do as he says, brow furrowing in focus as you sink down an inch or two onto him. Spencerâs breathing grows erratic as you take more and more of him, and in a heroic display of overachieving, you take the rest of him at once with nothing but a squeak. He laughs breathily as his fingers dig into your hips.Â
âFuckâI said slow.â
You canât think. The overwhelm of it all is too much as you crumple forward onto his chest. The subtle rocking youâre doing to try and alleviate some of the pressure in your core is apparently too much as he stops you by the hips, fingers pressing into those same tender spots.
Spencerâs breath is ragged. âDonâtâŠÂ do not move.â
âFuck,â you breathe into his shoulder, long and drawn out as despite his wishes you wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. âOh my god.â
âMy lovely girl, please⊠please donât move,â Spencer gasps, a plead, and you try to stop for him, nuzzling even deeper against his neck. âI need a minute.â
âItâs too much,â you slur, dizzy as you try to adjust to the feeling. âPlease.â You donât know what youâre asking for. Maybe relief from the sensation that he canât offer you. Maybe more.Â
Spencer is undone by youâthe way you writhe on top of him, the way your voice shakes, the way youâre so totally and completely overwhelmed and he can feel it and he loves it.Â
âBaby,â he breathes, and he meant to say a lot more than that, but itâs the best he can manage when he is this overstimulated. âBaby,â he whispers again, wrapping his arms around you in an effort to ground you, to give you something else to focus on as you both get used to the feeling.Â
Itâs going wellâfor a moment, before your back is arching.Â
âSpence, I need to move, I canâtââ
âOkay, okay.â He takes a deep breath, returning his hands to your waist and mentally preparing himself not to cum early. Heâs desperate to give you want you want, to feel you like this. âGo ahead. Move, honey. Please.â
By the time you slowly lift your hips up and drop back down with a low cry, Spencerâs lost. His head falls back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut.Â
âFuck,â he groans. âOh, angel, I missed you.â
You do it again, motivated by his praise, and he can hear your little gasps and desperate gulps of air.Â
âI missed you so much,â you whine and clench around him, pleasure so intense itâs a resounding ache in the far reaches of your body. âOh, fuck, Spencer.â
Spencer shivers. He loves when you make it personal, when you say his name like that and it becomes clear this isnât just about the physical.
âMy girl. Just like that. Doing so well, baby, just like that.â
Each pass of your hips has you whining. Your lips skim over his neck, not cognizant enough to actually kissâonly to know that you want the contact.Â
âPlease can I go faster?â
Spencer almost doesnât realize youâre speaking to him heâs so lost in pleasure. The idea of faster is as compelling as it is troublesome. Spencer doesnât know if he canât take faster, not when he has you like this, but he certainly wants to find out.Â
âYeah, lovely. Do whatever feels good.â
You readjust and begin to pick up the pace, stumbling over a few false starts as itâs clearly more sensation than youâd been prepared for.Â
Spencer, on the other hand, has his eyes screwed shut tight, and is attempting to draw a two-dimensional CsĂĄszĂĄr polyhedron on your back, but he loses his place with every twitch of your hips, so eventually he decides to trace imperfect Mandelbrots down your spineâanything to avoid thinking about how the pH of your body interacts with sweet vanilla perfume to create a scent so deeply intoxicating heâd leave his entire life behind just to trail after it, or how you fucking feel against him, on top of him, around him, how miraculous it is that you keep letting him touch youâ
âOhââ you whine quietly, a strangled sort of noise that has his heart skipping. Your hand tangles desperately in his hair as you rock your hips faster and faster and he lets out a tortured groan. âSpencer, oh my fucking god.â
âI know, baby,â he manages, endeared by the fact that you feel so good you have to share it with him. Even now youâre trying to explain it because you want him to be part of itâas if he doesnât know exactly what youâre feeling already. âThat feels good, huh?â
âMmâfâeelsââ you cut yourself off with a cry into the crook of his neck, and he holds the back of your head, vision greying as he stares unseeing at the ceiling because if he looks down thisâll be over too soon.Â
âYouâre so good,â he breathes, âyouâre perfect.âHe hears you gasp at the same time as your rhythm falters, and presses a kiss somewhere indiscriminately on your head. âGonna cum?â He murmurs in your ear, and you nod desperately, rutting against him hopelessly as your thighs tremble from exertion.Â
Even the smallest drop-off in friction has his head spinning like he stood up too quickly, so he gives himself enough leverage to start fucking you. You cry out and shift your weight like youâre going to try and evade the feelingâself-sabotage, you always do thisâand he again has to hold your hips in an iron vice, just to force you to feel it.Â
âYouâre okay, Iâm gonna get you there.â
âFuck!â You very nearly yell, still trying to wriggle away up until the very last second like the tide going out before the tsunami comes. When you do cum, your demeanor instantly changesâyou get heavy and clingy and whiny as you rock back and forth through your orgasm.Â
âGood girl,â Spencer murmurs, being careful in the way he continues to fuck you until he reaches his peak as well, not long after. You shudder, and Spencer feels the way your entire body tenses the way it sometimes does after a particularly strong orgasm, and he fights his way out of the brain fog to rub your back with the skimming tips of his fingers. âShh. Youâre okay. Relax, baby.â
And you do, unwound by the dance of his hand and with a few shallow breaths that gradually deepen, until youâre once more slack on top of him.Â
âYouâre incredible,â he exhales, with his lips pressed to your hairline.Â
So clearly overwhelmed, the only response you can muster is a soft squeak. Spencer laughs fondly, still mapping the soft curve of your back. He feels the way youâre still attempting to train your breathing and kisses your hair again. âWhat do you need, angel?â
âIâm sâposed to be taking care of you,â you slur. Spencer chuckles again and his brow knits.Â
âAccording to who?â
âAccording to⊠I was on topâŠâ
âYeah. You did all the hard stuff. Your legs are shaking.â
You whine softly. âNo theyâre not.â
His hand slides down to your thigh, and he rubs the trembling muscles.Â
âNo? No Bambi legs for me this time?â
You squeeze them around his waist like you could shrink away from his touch. âSpenceâŠâ
âIâm teasing you, honey,â he murmurs, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. âYouâre cute.â
âHm.â
âLook at me,â he murmurs, angling his head expectantly as you slowly raise yours. The look on your face is so sweetâeyes half lidded, lips swollen and much higher in color than usual. Your cheek is warm to the touch. His heart flutters like it did on your first date, and the first time he kissed you, and the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder. This view will never get old. âWow. Look at you, beautiful girl. Can I have a kiss?â
And you grant him his wish, with a long, soft kiss thatâs worth every second of that burning feeling in his lungs, every time.Â
Eventually you huff out the remainder of your air against his well-kissed lips and your head flops to his chest.Â
âIâm sleepy.â
âSo go to sleep,â he murmurs, so warm from your kiss he feels nothing could be wrong in the world at this moment.Â
âI canât.â
âWhyâs that?â
ââCause you just got home ând I missed you and I wanna spend time with you.â
âWe have three days to spend together. If you go to sleep now, weâll actually get more time together tomorrow.â
âBut itâs more about, like, how it feelsâhow much time it feels like we spend together right when you get home, and if I go to sleep now, itâs gonna feel like less time, andâbasically youâre just not understanding my math.â
âWhat math?â He laughs, continuing to rub your legs all the way up to your hips, at which point you hiss and buckâa very visceral feeling when heâs still inside of you. âWhat? What hurts?â
âYou tried to fucking tear my hip flexors from my body, is what hurts,â you grumble.Â
âTender?â
âMhm.â
âIâm really sorry, angel. Tylenol?â
âMm-mm. Can you kiss me better?â Sleep stains your voice. Spencer smiles to himself.Â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âLie down.â
Again you whine as you slip off of him, landing heavily on your back. He sits up, watches with so much affection the way you squeeze your thighs together and arch ever so slightly against the empty feeling.Â
âSpencer?â You whisper as he cups the top of your knees.Â
âHm?â
âI love you.â
He pushes your legs apart gently so he can settle in between them and kisses you again. âI love you. So much.â
âGlad weâre on the same page.â
He presses a kiss to your head, down your neck, taking the scenic route to your hip bones, but you donât seem to mind.Â
The feeling of his lips gentle on the tender flesh has you humming softly, eyes fluttering shut as he showers you with gentle kisses. His traces every place his fingers had pressed earlierâfeels the way you relax further underneath him. Nobodyâs ever let him in this deeply before, but you trust him with everything you have; your body, your soul, in life or death, awake and in sleep. Heâll never take that for granted. He will never pass on an opportunity like this, to be the one who takes care of you, who puts you back together, as long as youâll let him.Â
Still dancing the line of consciousness, you part your legs, the slow drag of your bare thigh like a jumper cable to his heart. Fingertips trace desirous paths up your inner thigh and back down again. He recognizes this invitation for what it is, and he knows exactly how to give you what you want, but he asks first anyway.Â
âWas that on purpose?â
âI dâknow what you mean. Iâm so sleepy,â you slur, and he believes the second half of your statement to be fact.Â
Spencer pushes your thigh a little higher, and youâre completely pliable for him, completely gorgeous. As soon as he skims your thigh with a barely-there kiss, exactly the way you like, youâre lacing a hand in his hair.Â
âPlease, SpenceâŠâ you murmur, and he canât argue with that. He especially canât argue when you widen your legs just that slightest bit more, and your arousal is opalescent between your legs.Â
He hums, trailing more kisses up until heâs setting the softest one yet against your clit. âBeautiful girlâŠâ
The following gasp is so tiny he couldâve missed it if he wasnât so attuned to your noisesâand then he gets lost in you, making sure to keep his ministrations light as you already came twice recently and are sure to be sensitive. He doesnât want to wake you from whatever twilight half-slumber trance youâre in, either, sensing that if he does youâll fight all over again to stay up.
And admittedly, he adores being trusted to take care of you like this.
Your back arches as much as youâre capable of in this state, and he canât help the way he just barely suctions onto you at that moment, coaxing a sighing moan so sweet and vulnerable and open it gives him chills. Fuck. He really wants to make you cum. But instead he practices patience, tracing you with the tip of his tongue, pressing gentle kisses everywhere you need themâhe draws it out. For he doesnât know how long.Â
The first time you get close, your hips begin to roll, and you spout little ahâs, but he talks you back down again, laughing lightly at your angelic cooing, your little sounds of sleepy pleasure. Even now youâre so responsive, moving against his mouth as he slips a finger into your soaked entrance, fucks you for a moment, and then retreats. Maybe heâs being unfair, but you donât seem to mind.Â
In fact, youâre slipping in and out of sleep as he devours you for what feels like hours, one hand pressed lovingly to your stomach, stroking the soft skin there. Spencerâs never had this long to explore you with his mouth and he takes full advantage of every moment, but he keeps all his kisses and licks and touches gentle and reverent and so loving.Â
You donât know how long itâs been, or how many times heâs made you cum when he finally retreatsâyou half-wake just as heâs finishing cleaning you up. Soon he tosses the towel aside and presses feather-light kisses to each of your cheeks, tear-stained and warm with pleasure. You feel completely drained and completely loved.Â
âHi, sleeping beauty,â he murmurs, climbing into bed with you, at some point having gotten dressed.Â
You manage an embarrassed little laugh. More tears crawl down your cheeks as you roll to your side. Spencer brushes them away and pulls you into him, slinging your thigh over his waist. He chuckles.Â
âShaky?â
âStop,â you whine, embarrassed by his teasing, and hide your face against his chest. âThatâs not my fault.â
âItâs nobodyâs fault. Itâs sweet,â he insists as he rubs your back. And then, a moment later, âSoâdo you think weâve spent enough time together for tonight?â
âNo.â
He sighs good-naturedly.Â
âYouâre gonna wear me out, you know that?â
ââF you⊠canât handle the heatâŠÂ get outta the kitchen.â
When he next speaks you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âGo to sleep, Bambi. Letâs see if you can walk in the morning.â
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the first time drew saw actress!reader.
đđ àŁȘË ÖŽđ ââââàšà§ââââ when drew was forced by madelyn to come watch this new show with her and the rest of the cast he didnât expect to have his heart captured by the mesmerising woman on the screen.
đđ pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey
authorâs note: this takes place in 2023 during the filming of obx 4 which is when game of thrones started airing in my timeline also actress!reader is anywhere between 19-22 years old.
drew was sprawled across the couch in his hotel room, aimlessly scrolling. after a long day of filming under the hot and heavy sun of morocco, he had no intention of doing anything that required effort. his plan was to simply scroll until his eyes got heavy and he knocked out, but knowing his insomnia that wouldnât be until the early hours of the morning.
glancing at the time displayed on his phone ten pm it read, he let out a heavy sigh, though his body ached with exhaustion, his mind would not shut off. but before he could put down his phone and try to force himself to sleep, a knock sounded on the door âyeah?â
âdrew! its maddie.â
âmaddie?â he spoke softly, whatâs she doing up at this time. usually she was asleep the moment she got back to the hotel. âcome in, its open.â
she came tumbling through the door, coming to a stop in front of the couch where he laid. drew couldnât help but chuckle as he watched her. âwhatâs up?â
âdrew! you gotta come watch this new show with us!â her hands were placed on her hips as she looked down at him.
drew sighed, a noise of exhaustion. âi canât be fucked getting up, cline.â her face scrunched up, ready to dispute him.
âdrew you have to! the last episode of season one just came out and i watched the first episode when it aired and it was so good that i stopped watching so that we could binge it all when the season finished!â
recognition sparked on his face. âwait is this game of thrones? i remember you saying how good the first episode was, like two months ago.â
madelynâs face grew excited at the fact that he remembered. âyeah! please please, you have to come watch it, jd, bailey, chase, laci, rudy and austin are already in my room waiting.â
drew mulled over the idea for a moment. either he could rot in his room until his call time tomorrow or hang out with his friends and possibly watch a good show, if maddieâs high praise was anything to go by.
âyeah, alright letâs go.â he stood up from the couch, stretching his arms and grabbing his phone to follow maddie, who was already halfway out the door, unable to wait any longer.
when they arrived at her room, the first episode was already lined up on the screen, the hbo logo blaring in the dark room. drew greeted everyone and then took a seat on the spare love seat by the window. âyou guys get forced too?â he questioned.
âyup.â jd breathed out. ânah iâve been wanting to watch this, i remember hearing about it when they started filming, itâs supposed to be like super graphic and vulgar.â madison commented. âshit, really? i know nothing about this show, other than the fact that cline canât shut up about it.â austin added. chuckles sounded across the room, and madelyn yelled from the kitchen where the popcorn she was making turned in the microwave. âyâall are about to thank me!â
drew simply sat in silence, with the amount maddie was praising this show, his skepticism grew, no way this show was that good. someone pressed play as soon as madelyn was seated, he didnât see who. the intro song of the show blasted through the room and drew settled back into his seat.
âyo, pass me the popcorn?â chase rolled up the bag and chucked it across the room from where he was sat, drew caught it with ease.
he couldnât lie, the show was good, fifteen minutes in and he was hooked. and just when he thought that it couldnât get better, you came on the screen.
âholy fuck who is that?â jdâs voice rang out, but drew felt as though his voice came from somewhere far away. he couldnât tear his eyes away from you. âsheâs beautiful right?â madelyn sighed out. mummers of agreement sounded from the people sitting in the room. âher nameâs y/n y/l/n.â
ây/nâ drew repeated to himself softly, almost as he was testing the feel of your name in his mouth. rolling the syllables on his tongue, in that moment he decided that no other word would ever compare to the way your name felt on his lips.
dressed in a flowing dress with daring cuts exposing your seemingly soft skin, he wondered what would it feel like if he ran his palms along the smooth expansion. your hair sliver, long and loose to play visenya targaryen, the last targaryen, the daughter of rhaegar targaryen and elia martell. drew felt as though no one had ever looked more stunning in the history of the world.
âdrew? you all good man?â someone asked, he didnât know who, he couldnât hear or think of anything beyond you and the performance you were giving. âi think starkeyâs got a crush.â rudy sang out, and the rest laughed. but drew couldnât care less, too busy watching you.
they watched two more episodes and as the third episode came to an end drew finally broke out of his trance. while the rest occasionally made comments during the show drew could not tear himself away from the screen, afraid that if he looked away he would miss you.
âi gotta hand it to you, cline, iâm hooked. that shit was amazing!â carlacia grinned. âi fucking told you guys!â she retorted back. âbut aside from that, starkey? what did you think?â she smirked at him.
âyeah, that was good.â drewâs body tingling âthatâs it? just good? you donât wanna talk about the moon eyes you were making every time visenya came on screen?â drew cheeks tinged pink. âyeah, sheâs pretty.â âaye, shot your shot man, sheâs so fine.â madison teased.
as drew made his way back to his room he looked at the time, two am, damn he didnât even realise time had passed that quick. sliding into his bed after taking a quick shower, he couldnât help himself but run a quick search of you on google. âfuck.â the soft curse slipping from his lips, just when he thought you couldnât get hotter, he saw pictures of you, not in costume, naturally a brunette, he was so fucked. fuck it, he quickly searched up your name on instagram.
you were laying in bed scrolling through instagram when a notification popped up.
drewstarkey started following you. follow back?
first one, do you like it? if you do iâll keep writing. reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated.
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Iâve been fired exactly once in my life. In my early twenties I was working at a pizza place. The pizzas were artisanal, thin crust and personal. Theyâre a huge chain now but when I first started the company was in its infancy. It was the wild west of management, and the core investors would frequently stop by to check on things. One of these people was this round little man with rage issues. A knock off Danny Devito with no charisma at all.
His favorite thing to do was to come in on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd be at our stations: taking orders, making pizza, manning the oven, finishing orders off, running the cash register. He'd shove his way onto the line and start rearranging people. "You, get off orders and work the cash register, you come over and make the pizzas!" With a line of customers snaking out the door he'd throw off all our grooves and rattle us.
Then, inevitably, a mistake would happen.
When it did he'd call the person over and say, "Hey c'mere. You're fired." Just like that. No inflection, just a flat "You're fired." It was absolutely a power kink, and because of his involvement the average turn over was three months. You were a veteran at five months.
One night there was only three of us manning the front. I took an order than went to the cash register to ring them out before I made the pizza. This horrible man watched that then called me into the back. I didn't know if I was about to be fired. But I wasn't. In fact, he had one other move besides firing people. He yelled.
In the back he absolutely lost his mind screaming at me for being on the cash register. I'm talking veins popping, spit flying, red with rage, this man just started bellowing nonsensically about where I should be and how I was just such a failure. It was truly like his brain had shut off, nothing he was saying even made sense. I stood there in the face of this tirade for a minute and then set a record for being the first person to ever cut him short by bursting into tears.
He instantly stopped yelling and it was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was remorseful and consoling, deeply embarrassed by my display of emotion. All my male coworkers just took the abuse but faced with my weeping he about faced and instantly backed off. I went outside to cry and when I came back in he pretended it had never happened.
That was the state of things. The investors knew they desperately needed to keep this man out of the stores, but they couldn't just give him the boot. They needed to move him aside and fill his position with someone. The store manager was this lovely woman who had hired me on the spot at my interview. The entire staff adored her. She was the best fit to get this roided out investor out of the stores for good.
Her replacement was this man called Anthony. He was instantly loathed by the entire staff. Condescending, critical, and lazy he started off his reign by letting go a core lead who "back talked." He spent a whole morning berating the opening crew because the closing crew (who had sold 100 more pizzas than we were even supposed to have on hand) had forgotten to windex the doors. He left the entire crew to close without him while he flirted with a girl who wasn't his pregnant girlfriend. He hired his roommate to replace the lead he fired and even that guy hated his guts.
Our antipathy toward him made him paranoid and resentful and one by one he started finding excuses to fire the whole staff, certain that if he could clean house he'd be able to do the job. My time came, and he sat me down with his boss, my former manager. She cried as he announced I wasn't personable enough and used too many pepperonis.
I looked at her, the woman who had trained me on how many pepperoni to use, but she said nothing. What could she say? He was the boss now and had determined I was going to be let go regardless. Too many in this case was seven. Seven pepperonis on a personal pizza. The correct number was five according to him, which is one pepperoni per slice, and one in the middle.
I sat there for a moment, taking it in. I smiled at my old manager, obviously miserable. I looked back at him and said, "You're a terrible manager, you're doing the worst imaginable job." I outlined some of the things he'd done so she could hear them, then I stood up and left. I made it to the back room before I started crying.
I found out later through a bus boy that he replaced the whole staff with college kids who had such limited availability that the store couldn't run, then quit three months later leaving the whole place in shambles. Most of the old staff returned, but I'd moved onto the sex shop already and was enjoying a job with significantly less risk of being fired on a whim.
However I do have to disclose on job applications if I've ever been fired. I always says yes and list the reason as, "Excessive use of pepperoni." It has never failed to get a laugh from my interviewer.
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Its been a rough couple days out here so I'm writing a list of things I love about my son
(who is cat)
His dumb little face
His pretty yellow eyes
Every day when I get home the FIRST thing that happens is I scoop him up into my arms like a big baby and he let's me rub his tumtum for a whole two minutes!! Before returning to Bite Mode
The SECOND thing that happens is he gets the zoomies! When his father returns from work he goes SNUGGLE! then zooooooom. Because he is excited for me to play with him!!
When I play computer games he likes to feel included so even though he isn't normally very touchy he lets me scoop him up in one arm so he can sit there like a toddler and watch the screen
He trusts me SO much like if he wants up on a shelf or down off something tall I can just walk over and kneel and he'll crawl up or down me like a ladder and I've never had a cat do that before
He'll ride around on my shoulders when I take him out for walks which van be tricky now that he's big but he's so brave even when we pass a dog
Sometimes when I go to run his chin he gets SO EXCITED he'll jam his nose into my palm and smush it hard like he's trying to burrow a hole in the ground and it's adorable
He loves water-appliances? Like sinks and toilets and baths and such. He gets SO excited every time I turn on a faucet, he'll rush over and get as close as he can to watch without getting wet.
His favourite part of the whole house is the bathtub and whenever I take a bath he'll drape himself over the side and lounge there until I get out. He's not allowed in when I'm using the toilet but once I'm done I open the door to leave and he rushes in to check if I've been taking a secret bath without him, goes straight to the tub
In trying to teach him not to bite me, he has learned that he IS allowed to bite blankets. So if he really, really wants to play and I'm ignoring him, he'll bite me blankets and whip them around like a puppy playing tug-of-war.
If I'm ignoring him because I am ALSEEP, this sometimes results in me waking up because he has successfully pulled my blankets off of me.
He likes watching trucks. He'll sit in the window and watch traffic but if he hears a loud engine he'll RUSH to check it out.
When he was a baby, my brother would visit in the afternoons to feed and play with him while I was working. As a result, he loves his uncle more than me, and will allow constant tummy rubs
Because my brothers and I do family movie night at my place, and because he loves his uncles so much, he lights up whenever the doorbell rings and MUST greet visitors at the door.
Sometimes he tries to climb up a door by hugging the edge and jumping as high as he can. It has never worked but he still keeps trying. I think he just likes sliding down like it's a firepole.
He is obsessed with the smell of McDonalds french fries. He doesn't try to eat them, he just wants the box. There us currently one under my bed that I'm not allowed to throw away. I can hear him jamming his face into it right now.
Sometimes when he's curious about something I'm doing- eating, drinking, washing up, whatever- I'll let him sniff, and I'll just hear two or three strongass HUFF. HUFF sounds before he goes back to chilling. It's the cutest shit.
He's soft like the luxurious wild mink
His littol baby FEETSIES
Sometimes he stops grooming himself and forgets his tongue is sticking out
His laser toy has a keychain attachment that jingles so whenever he hears a metallic jingle like that he thinks it's playtime
when I wash my face in the bathroom in the morning he hops on top of the toilet tank and starts grooming himself like "Oh hey I guess it's EVERYBODY'S bath time okay"
He's chatty and will meep back and forth with me
He has a round little wicker nest bed on a pedestal in my room and he likes to climb inside at night and make biscuits on the cushion while he sucks on the corner and it makes me wanna cry he's such a big baby
He will not wake me up for breakfast but as soon as I move in thevmorning he'll hop up onto my chest and stare at me. If I take too long to get up he'll meep in my face and then bounce back and forth between me and the door until I'm up.
Once I AM up, he will circle me and continue chirping until I ask him if it is time for dinner. Dinner, as far as he knows, is the only word for food. As soon as I ask, "is it dinner time?" He will zoom to the kitchen like a bat out of he'll and wait beside his bowl.
He genuinely seems to enjoy walkies and will climb into his carrier if he thinks we're going somewhere
Soketimes he'll pick up one of his toys and trot around with it like he's showing it off and I swear to God every time it makes me wanna make the most embarrassing noises
Him son âĄ
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sticky web
<yunho x fem!reader>
when the Spiderman movie night with Yunho has its sticky complications because you're in a spider suit for him.
warnings: smut, pwp, suit fetish (kinda), reader is in a skin-tight venom suit, blow jobs, getting your lil suit dirty, unprotected sex, Spiderman movies and chill, Yunho fucking you through the suit, breeding kink
w/c: 2K
a/n: i'm posting this to appease my lovely readers (y'all) while I work thru your wonderful requests and my shitty writer's block )-: pls take this peace offering! <3 you know i love you guys sm đ©· (also if you're wondering, spidey isn't my fav superhero but Dr Oct is one of my fav villains!!)
âYou're really gonna get him fucked up when he sees you in thisâ, your friend teases, zipping your body con suit up. âHis own girlfriend? Dressing up in a venom suit?â Â
You roll your eyes playfully. âIt's a reminder that I'll be his little Symbiote.âÂ
You look over to the mirror, feeling slightly subconscious at how much the suit is just hugging your curves despite how impressively breathable it was. And the reminder that you weren't wearing it out, at least for now, comforted you, mostly because, well, you weren't really wearing anything underneath this body hugging attire.
You had invited Yunho over for a Spiderman movie marathon to spend the Friday night, and the way his eyes lit up when you did? It's the cutest thing ever. You did your best to boost the ambiance tooâdying the popcorn with red and blue sugar dyes, making spider web and spider-shaped cookies alongside some crystal candy that fit the theme for that extra crunch.
The doorbell rings, and you jump immediately to answer it when your phone reflects the text of Yunho mentioning that he's reached.Â
Unfortunately, you did severely underestimate the effect it had on Yunho, because the moment you opened the door, Yunho definitely got distracted, evident by the reddening of his ears when his gaze rests on your cute little costume.Â
You did tell Yunho to come in costume too, and he definitely didâin a red and blue spiderman patterned hoodie and red shorts.Â
âWhat? Don't you like my costume?â You poke for an answer, giving Yunho a full spin, missing the way Yunho swallowing hard, trying not to eye fuck you.Â
âYou're⊠definitely dressed for the partâ, Yunho manages out, his slender fingers covering his lips and nose, hoping you don't realise that he's growing as red as his hoodie.
He watches the material hugging your body tug and fit you just right, pulling at just the right places corresponding to your movements, and his feels his fingers twitch.Â
Yunho turns away, his attention on the assortment of food presented on the table.Â
âRed and blue popcorn?â He questions with a raised eyebrow as he settles onto the couch.
âIt's just sugar dyeâ, you assure, sliding next to him, picking up a kernel, pressing it against his lips, your other hand mimicking the same action but to your own lips. Yunho smiles as he chews, the sweetness spreading all over his taste buds.Â
âWhat should we watch first? Should we start all the way from the first Spiderman movie?â You suggest flickering through all the Spiderman movies back to the first. Yunho nods in agreement, stuffing his mouth with a couple more colourful popcorn. Pressing play, you absentmindedly huddle yourself against your partner, not that he minded, and Yunho lets his hands curl around your waist.Â
Yunho is engrossed in the first thirty minutes of the movie, periodically munching on the snacks as the flick plays.Â
You're leaning lazily against his arm, letting Yunho feed you from time to time, mostly because you didn't want to get your costume dirty.Â
He blinks, wondering if he saw wronglyâyour nipples poking through the fabric.
You're not wearing a bra underneath or anything?
Yunho shakes the thought off, trying to focus on the movie. Unfortunately his peripherals can't help but betray him, ever so slightly always trailing back to you.Â
You look up at him from below, and point to the popcorn.Â
âYu, I want one moreâ, you request. Of course your boyfriend would feed you another one. When his fingers linger a little too long on your lips, you realise that his eyes aren't on the screen.Â
He's staring at you.Â
âSomeoneâs distractedâ, you point out with a smirk.
You straddle his lap.Â
The movie is paused.
Yunhoâs hands are running up your body, and even though it's separated by a layer of fabric, his touches give you goosebumps.
âI can't concentrate when you're looking like thisâ, he mutters to your lips, and you feel his palm grab a handful of your ass.Â
âThen concentrate on thisâ, you redirect, pulling him into a dizzy kissâone that's just filled with moans and teasing. The both of you taste sweet, thanks to the popcorn.
 You're rubbing against his erection while he dry fucks you, and you're both not lasting long.Â
You climb off him and sink to face his thick erection. Soft sighs as vibrations through the fabric of his shorts make Yunho shiver too. You palm his little problem, and hearing him groan while spreading his legs open is enough to make you clench your thighs.Â
Pulling his shorts down, your heartbeat accelerates at his fucking lengthâprecum trickling down his bare cock, veins so thick and prominent.
Your tongue travels up his thick length, and your mind almost go dumb when you feel Yunhoâs fingers tug against your scalp. You look up at him through your lashes, visually savouring the way he's getting undone with your lips around his cock, in his favourite costume. Yunho wants you to just choke you on his dick, maybe get his cum dripping down your tits on the tight fabric.Â
He only grows bigger in your mouth at the perverted thought and the way your eyes are slowly watering from his dick reaching to the back of your throat? He's not lasting long.
âShit, that feels so fucking goodâ, Yunho groans, throwing his head back, pushing your head deeper, enjoying the sick sounds of you choking. Your mind is flooded with how good Yunho feels and fills your mouth, and itâs making you soak through your costume.Â
Yunho groans with every squeeze your throat gives him, pushing himself to hit the back of your throat.
âGonna cum in your tight pretty mouth. You're gonna swallow it all, yeah?â
You nod quickly, trying to keep up the pace of him fucking your mouth. With a strained groan, his cock pulses in your mouth, warm cum seeping through, and it makes your mind so dizzy.Â
âOpenâ, he instructs, and you do, letting some of cum sleep past the corner of your lips and down your throat, then down onto your tits.Â
Yunho is getting harder.
Yunho grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, leaving you surprised, and he marches into your bedroom, then drops you onto your bed.Â
âYunho-â you squeal when you feel his fingers press against the soaked fabric hiding your pussy.Â
âIt's in the way, don't you think?â He asks rhetorically, eyeing the way the damp patch grows bigger when he massages it against your sticky folds, making you bite your lip. Of course you're not wearing any fucking underwear. Yunho should have realised.Â
Unfortunately, Yunho doesn't have the patience to take his sweet time to look for the zipper, so he does the more sensible thingâripping a fucking hole at where your pussy is.Â
You blink in shock.
Shit, he really ripped a fucking hole down there.Â
You furrow your eyebrows.Â
âYunho! This wasn't cheap!â You pout, closing your legs in protest with much futile effort, considering his arms are keeping them open.
He looks at you with indifference. âThen I'll get you a new one. Promise.â
Yunho grabs your thighs and drags you closer to him. His cum on his dick dribbles onto the suit, and Yunho smears it further, sliding his cock down, pressing it up against your creamy and puffy folds, with almost little to no friction.Â
âI was thinking of how far I can ruin this suit anyway.â
He swears he's fucking blessedâhis gorgeous partner making such an adorable movie date night of his favourite character, dressing up for the occasion, and letting him fuck her dumb in this cute spider suit? He couldn't ask for more.
Your eyes slowly roll back when you feel Yunhoâs cock push into your warm pussy, filling you up almost instantly. You hiss softly at the pressure, feeling your tight walls trying to accommodate him.Â
âSo warm. Oh, fuck,â Yunho groans, already losing himself in your heat. Heâs gotten a little more sensitive but he's gonna make it last as much as he can.
There's something so perverted that Yunho enjoys so muchâfucking you fully clothed like this. He realises it gets him off so fast. He watches hungrilyâthe way your tits bounce under the suit when he thrusts deep into you, and how it's as if he's fucking you through the thin suit. His fingers trail up to your tits, and his thumb brushes against your bare nipples that harden under the fabric, throwing you into an additional layer of pleasure.
âHave I told you that you look fucking delicious in this? The Symbiote suits you so well.âÂ
It's hard to formulate an answer when your boyfriend is fucking your brains out like this, but you know he doesn't mind the silence and the broken moansâitâs your answer.
A couple more heavy thrusts into you, the wet sounds accompanying your sobs before he instructs you to turn around for him.
You go on fours, and Yunho wastes little time to pin your head down onto the mattress by your neck before he fits in wet dick right into you again.
His free hand wanders across your ass, then he gives it a tight slap, making you squeal and tighten on him.
You're clawing the sheets, the pleasure filling you up and you can't concentrate on anything else other than Yunhoâs cock filling in and out of you, hitting your sweet spots over and over again. You've surely soiled the costume to hell, but honestly, at least Yunho was making full use of it.Â
âSo goodâ, you mutter, your pussy clamping down on the feeling of Yunho stretching you out with his fingers pressing the sides of your throat. You swear you were drooling.
âIs it?â Another heavy thrust.Â
Oh shit, you're not sure how much more you could handle. And it seems that Yunho is in a similar situationâhis thrusts are getting heavier and sloppier. His mind is in the gutter now, especially when he's forced to watch your pussy leak sticky cream down your folds and stain your inner thighs, mixed with his cum.Â
âCumming-â you cry, your legs shaking. âSo good. Can't think-â
âMake a mess for me, babeâ, Yunho chuckles, his palm stroking your ass, grabbing a handful before he fucks himself deep once more.
Your mind melts with your orgasm hitting you in waves, your pussy convulsing uncontrollably on his dick, your moans forming a melody for his ears, and it pushes him far enough to make a mess in you, thick and warm cum filling you up that youâre forced to take. You hear him curse and groan behind you, and you drop your hips onto the bed, his cock popping out of you, completely covered in a glisten of cum, some still seeping out from his cock head.
He tugs your ruined folds open, watching his thick cum leak out of your spent hole, dripping onto your thighs, soaked up by the suit. Yunho takes in the sight of you panting, with probably more than half of the suit soiled with fluids, and your pussy, other than your face, both uncovered and in a complete mess.Â
Fuck, he just might get hard again.Â
âYunho, this isn't a good ideaâfuckâ, you whimper, completely losing yourself to him once more.Â
Yunho had washed you up a little after that, and he wouldn't let you take off the suit, at least, not yet. You thought finally, maybe you and him could actually watch a Spiderman movie or two, but when Yunho pulled you onto his lap, you knew that plan was out of the window considering that he got hard again, and had you seated right on his cock. None of you are focusing on the movies.Â
âDon't be mad at me, babe. I'm just making sure that I make full use of this movie night you're giving meâ.
Another thrust into your spent pussy once more, and your thoughts leave your head.Â
He's certain of having you fucked and filled with his sticky web by the end of the first movie, that's for sure.
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clueless, kuroo tetsuro
ËË°âą*ââ· Â kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesnât mean anything!
⌠pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader
⌠warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies đŁ i apologize to the short haired readers
⌠word count! about 1.4k
⌠authorâs note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me đ«Ą
"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.
Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, âYesss!
"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.
"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.
Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."
"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"
"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crushâ"
"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."
"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."
"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."
Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.
"Sorry, Y/N." And of course itâs Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."
There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?
"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."
All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.
Right?
A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.
"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"
Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to knâ"
"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"
Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."
"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.â You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.
"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.
"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"
"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"
"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamotoâs) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"
"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isnât until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.
"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.
Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."
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đ nerds do it best
pairings : nerd bf!jungwon x reader
synopsis : when your bf comes to class with a new look
note : this is sort of a long one !! not too sure how i feel about this one, i couldnât get to the point honestly but i still hope you enjoy my rambling !!
You made it to your classroom a little earlier than usual but it doesnât bother you much since youâll be accompanied by your boyfriend jungwon. You and jungwon usually walk to school together since you guys live in the same neighborhood but different streets. He wasnât answering your messages or calls which made you a little worried. Heâs always the one to do those things but today it was the other way around and he doesnât answer? weird. There was a possibility that he went to sleep later than usual so thats ultimately what you thought.
After getting your things out for class, you decided to go to the bathroom and stroll a bit before class since again youâre way earlier today. Soon or later you arrive back to your classroom and basically everyone is in there seats talking waiting for class to start in about a minute or two but wheres jungwon? He hasnât taken his seat next to you, let alone even arrive since the desk and seat were both empty. You decided to send him a message again in hopes heâll respond.
you : class is starting, where r u???
hello jungwon?
baby?
With no luck and class starting you had to put your phone away and just hope heâll come in later. While waiting for him you were having a hard time focusing worrying about him but the sound of the classroom door drew you out of your daydream. There he was. Jungwon..but your smile on your face turned into surprise and confusion when you see he now has..BLONDE HAIR?? AND ITS CURLY???
Jungwon apologizes for coming in so late and makes his way to your seat with a cheeky yet embarrassed smile. âhi babyâ he quietly giggles putting his stuff down and looks up to you only for you to be completely shocked. âalright class we have nothing left for today so you may talk quietly till your next periodâ the teacher says to which you immediately turn to jungwon and ask âwhen did this happen?!â you say as your hand reaches up to his hair and run your finger through it softly. âjust last night..thats why i came in to late, i finished at around 2â he says and you notice just how tired he was with how slow he was talking and his eyes seem heavy.
âit looks really good on you tho. makes you even more cute and hotâ you say completely mesmerized now that you can fully process it all. His now blond hair, glasses, his cute smile and beautiful eyes. It made you fall more in live with him. âwhy donât you lay down and rest for the remainder of the class hm?â you ask him. He just hums and nods as he scoots closer to you and lays his head down on your arm thats on the desk and wraps an arm around your waist not forgetting to take off his glasses so they donât get damaged.
The whole time he was sleeping, you were running your fingers through his hair softly and rubbing his back softly at times hoping to soothe him and make sure he gets enough sleep to make it through the rest of the day. Surprisingly tho his hair was still super soft even after possible heavy bleaching. You had to ask for his hair routine..
Throughout the rest of the day, you couldnât take your eyes off of jungwon. Which wasnât hard since you were together in all your classes AND sat next to each other. âyouâre staring yk and youâre gonna miss everythingâ jungwon says with a cheeky smile as you stare at him with heart eyes. âi can just have your notesâ you say in a trance looking at him. He giggles at your state but continues taking notes knowing he will indeed give you his notes.
By the end on the day, you took basically no notes. You were completely focused on one thing and one thing only. Jungwon. The second you guys step foot outside, you immediately jumped on him and gave him a gentle yet tight hug and started peppering his face with kisses. âAHHHH youâre such a pretty boy. ily ily ily!!!!â you say and by now jungwons face was quite red. All the attention youâve been giving him today was amazing yes. He loved it. But it was too much for his heart to handle, so it was easy for him to fold in front you. âi love you too but can it wait till weâre out of everyone elseâs view?â its not that heâs embarrassed about you showing your love to him. Itâs the fact that hes so red right now. Thats whats embarrassing.
Too bad for him, that didnât stop you. You made it all the way home, hand in hand, you going on and one about how his new look was absolutely perfect on him. âstay at my house for a bit?!â you said excitedly knowing heâd say yes and end up sleeping over. Thank goodness it was friday. âwhen do i ever decline to that inviteâ he smiles as you lead him into your house all the way to your room.
You both change clothes, him always having clothes left over at your house to the point you bought extra drawers just for him for how often hes over and you changing into one of his sweatshirts and your sweatpants. You decided to stay in your room and watch a movie. Immediately you pull him onto your bed, he got closer and laid on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. âso..what do you truly think of my hair my loveâ he smiles tiredly sort of knowing what youâre going to say.
âomg i love it. it looks absolutely perfect on you and the glasses too. you look so cute yet so hot. I LOVE IT!!â you ramble about how good his new look is. He smiles into your neck happy you like it. âreally? cuz i didnât think it looked good at all, felt really weirdâ he voiced out his worries a bit. You this whole time had your fingers running through his hair, moved in closer to him if that was even possible and gave him a kiss on his head. âno i think anything you do, you will always look handsome in my eyesâ you smiled into his hair. âi love you jungwonâ you move some hair from his face. âi love you too prettyâ he leans up a bit to give you a quick kiss on the lips then back to his position falling asleep almost immediately. Blonde jungwon will forever have you weak in the knees.
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