#but I’ll try to reply later tonight 😘

[rosicheeks]

did you get my last ask? idk if it went through or not _ 🎤

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[seungkw1]

pretty little present — smg

♡ pairing: bf!mingi x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut ♡ wc: 2.5k ♡ warnings: dom!mingi, sub!reader, size kink (obviously), reader wears lingerie, mingi picks up reader and carries them, masturbation (f. & m.), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), dacryphilia, possessiveness, creampie, reader gets one (1) hickey, pet names (princess, doll, babygirl), great aftercare, fluff ending ♡ a/n: i don’t normally write atz but bestie @myhimbomingi requested a mingi fic and i absolutely said yes!! i had such a fun time writing him hehe

The soft light of early dawn filters through your eyelids as you slowly drift into consciousness. You roll over, flopping your arm over your sleeping boyfriend to snuggle up next to him - but your hand hits nothing but the bedsheets. You sleepily pry your eyes open to see his side of the bed vacant. You grab your phone to check your texts - sure enough, you have a message from Mingi, sent at 6:14am:

good morning babe :) sorry to leave without saying goodbye but i didnt wanna wake u, u looked so cute!! i had to leave early for work today but i promise i’ll make it up to u! i left u a present on the counter, we’ll put it to good use tonight ;) love you ❤️

You were planning on going back to sleep, but now you're simply too curious. You hop out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. There, on the counter, you see a flat, gift-wrapped box - creamy white in color with baby pink ribbons tying it together. Whatever it is, it looks expensive. You untie the pastel bow and remove the lid. Underneath several layers of crisp white tissue paper, you find your present: a lingerie set. 

The set is jet black, made of silky mesh adorned with lace and satin ribbons. It’s light as a feather, buttery soft to the touch - clearly a luxury item. You've never worn anything like it in your life, but it's beautiful. 

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

got your gift, hurry home to me ;) 

The typing bubble immediately pops up. Within seconds he responds. 

i will baby 😘

The day passes at an annoyingly slow pace. You didn't have much to do today anyway, so you try to occupy yourself with chores, but you can't help daydreaming about what all Mingi will be doing to you later. 

Finally, evening rolls around - Mingi will be home soon. 

You take a quick shower to freshen up, afterwards donning your new lingerie set. With all its various straps it takes you a few minutes to even figure out how to get it on, but once you do you step in front of your full length mirror to check it out. You knew it was gonna be really pretty on, but you look fucking hot. You start thinking about how feral it's going to make Mingi - quickly ruining the delicate panties at the mere thought of him. 

You grab some leggings and a big tshirt and throw them on. Another peek in the mirror verifies that you can't tell what you're wearing underneath the comfy clothes - all the more perfect to surprise him with. 

A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. 

“Babe, I’m home!” Mingi calls out. 

You flutter on over to meet him, practically skipping as you jump into his arms. He pulls you in for a big kiss, placing his large hand on the back of your head, petting your hair softly as he holds you tight against him. As his lips depart from yours, he smiles, gazing at you with pure love. 

“I missed you,” you tell him as you place your hand on his chest. 

“I missed you too,” he replies as he kisses your forehead. 

“Soooo,” he starts as he tosses his bag down and kicks his shoes off. “What do you say we try out your new present?”

“Already?” you reply coyly. “Don’t you wanna eat dinner first?”

“It can wait,” he says as he lightly grabs onto your chin. His voice turns low and rumbly. 

“I’d rather eat you.”

You giggle. “Well somebody's horny.”

“I've been thinking about you all day - thinking about how good you're gonna look in your gift.” He strokes your jaw with his thumb. “Gonna be my pretty little present.”

He grabs the hem of your tshirt, starting to pull it off of you. 

“Why don't we get you out of these clothes already and-”

He stops. He’s lifted your shirt just enough to reveal the black lacy lingerie underneath. 

“Oh.”

“One step ahead of you, baby,” you say sweetly. 

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans. He helps you lift your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it aside as he takes in the sight of you. The mesh lining of the bra is entirely sheer, putting your nipples on full display. The coolness of the room combined with how turned on you’re getting makes them perk up, poking through the delicate fabric. 

He brushes his fingers over the protruding buds, making them even harder. He licks his lips as he gazes at you, the love in his eyes quickly turning into lust. 

You reach for the waist of your leggings, sliding them off of you to reveal the rest of the set. You kick them aside, standing up before him to show yourself off.

“Turn around for me,” Mingi commands.

You give him a twirl, wiggling your butt as your back faces him. He grabs onto you with both hands, squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands.

You let him touch you for a few moments before you spin around, grabbing his hands as you pull him with you toward the bedroom.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” you tease.

Before you can take another step you feel your feet depart from the ground - Mingi grabs you by the waist, lifting you off the floor as he picks you up. He practically tosses you over his shoulder as he carries you down the hallway, his arm wrapped tightly around your torso as he holds you against him. 

“Hey!!” you shout, but a big grin spreads across your face. So he’s in this kind of mood. You know he’s about to throw you around, have his way with you - even more so than normal. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation. 

You arrive at the bedroom. Mingi tosses you onto the bed - you land on your back, resting upon the pile of pillows. You keep your legs open, showing off your pussy through the sheer fabric of your underwear. 

“So wet for me already,” he says as he runs two fingers lightly across your clothed slit. He gives your cunt a gentle smack. 

“Touch yourself for me, princess. Leave your panties on.”

You obediently slide your fingers to your core. Mingi quickly pulls his shirt over his head, then reaches for his belt. You begin stroking your clit through the soft mesh as you watch him remove his clothes, freeing the large bulge that has formed in his pants. He pulls his boxers down, his length springing free. As many times as you’ve had sex with him, you’re still always taken aback by his size. His cock is thick, long, hard - precum already dribbling from his tip. He strokes himself a few times as he watches you. You slip your fingers underneath your panties, sliding them into your opening. You moan softly at the sensation - but you know this is absolutely nothing compared to how much his cock is going to fill you up. 

He watches you slowly fuck yourself for a minute, gripping his length in his fist. As you start to wriggle slightly to your own touch, he steps forward. You yelp as he grabs you by the ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the mattress. He kneels down, leaning against the bed, positioning his face in front of your cunt. His hands slide up the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up and into the bed, nearly folding you in half as he opens you up even further before him. He sticks his tongue out, dragging its tip ever so lightly over your clit through the panties - it’s enough to drive you insane.

“Mingi,” you whine, trying to push yourself into his mouth. He retracts his head, not letting you get what you want just yet.

“What’s that, baby?” he asks. The way he’s staring at you, you can tell he is dying to taste you - but he doesn’t miss the opportunity to taunt you a bit.

“Please,” you softly mumble under your breath.

“Use your words, doll. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want your mouth on me,” you manage to utter, still trying to push your cunt against his mouth - but his grip on you is too strong. “Want you to make me cum.”

“Like this?” he asks, teasing you once more as his tongue dances over your pussy.

“God, yes,” you cry. You feel like you’re going to lose your mind if he delays any further. 

“Or,” he continues as he reaches beneath the hem of your panties, pulling them aside. The coolness of the air hits your soaked core, countered by the hot exhales of Mingi’s breath against you. “Like this…”

He dives into you, his warm mouth greeting your cunt as his tongue traces between your folds. He sticks the tip into your hole - you’re so wet right now that it slips in with ease. You groan as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose pressing against your clit as he swirls his tongue around inside you. He pulls it out, flattening his tongue and licking a big stripe up your center before latching onto your clit. You cry out at the overpowering stimulation, writhing beneath Mingi’s strong arms as he sucks on the sensitive bud. A white-hot sensation swells in your gut, burning delightfully as you feel your orgasm approach. Your body tenses, your legs beginning to quiver as Mingi devours you. You reach for his head, grasping onto his hair as your climax takes over. You scream out Mingi’s name as you cum on his face, his tongue moving relentlessly against your clit as you ride out your high. He grips onto you until the very end, face buried in your pussy as you come down. Just when you think it’s over, he starts up again, sucking on your clit as he slips his fingers into you, curling them perfectly to reach your g-spot. Within moments, you’re cumming again, grinding against his tongue as overwhelming pleasure courses through your veins. He slows his motions, giving your clit a few last gentle licks as he slides his fingers out of you. They’re dripping wet, as is his entire chin - he places them in his mouth, licking them clean, making sure he doesn’t waste a single drop of you. 

You lay there, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths as you try to recover. Mingi crawls up to meet your face, kissing you slowly on the mouth as he lays his weight upon you - resting on his forearms so he doesn’t completely squish you. You feel his cock throbbing against your cunt as he makes out with you - you can just tell he is unbearably hard. 

Mingi’s lips part from yours - barely, just enough so he can gaze into your eyes as he strokes your hair.

“Please fuck me,” you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking at your skin - lightly, but enough that you know it’ll leave a mark. 

“Anything for my princess,” he whispers into your ear. 

He stands up, pulling your hips toward him. He grabs onto the panties, ripping them off of you and throwing them aside. He lines his cock up with your entrance; he pushes just the head in, but he’s already stretching you out. Slowly he slides his full length into you - you cry out at the overwhelming fullness. He rests inside you for a few moments, letting you get used to his size. You begin shifting your hips, trying to ride his cock from beneath him. Mingi grins.

“So eager,” he coos, tracing his fingers over your stomach. “Are you ready babygirl?”

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, nodding your head swiftly.

He begins fucking you, steadily at first, but your cries quickly makes him increase his pace. Tears flow from your eyes as his thickness stretches you with each motion. He grasps tightly onto your hips, pulling you against him as he thrusts into you. He looks down at you, his pretty baby, losing all composure on his cock. He moans loudly, uninhibited - he doesn’t care if the whole world hears him. He wants everybody to know you’re his.

He reaches down, feeling your breasts through the lacy sheer bra.

“So pretty,” he groans. “So perfect, all mine.”

His hand slides down to your stomach, pushing down on your abdomen as he fucks you. The other reaches for your clit - you didn’t think you could possibly cum again, but the gentle pressure of his fingers combined with his cock nearly splitting you in half just feels too good. 

“Gonna cum,” you manage to get out, barely able to speak through your cries of pleasure. 

“Cum for me babygirl,” Mingi growls, very near his own release.

You cum on his cock, crying out his name as your walls squeeze around him - sending him over the edge. He releases, painting your insides with his hot white ropes. He grasps onto your hips, holding you down against him as his cock pulsates inside you. He breathes heavily, grunting as he gives you every last spurt of his cum. As he finishes, he holds still, his cock resting inside you. He leans over, careful not to pull out just yet - gently he grabs your jaw as he kisses you, his lips hungrily interlocked with yours. 

“Wait right here baby,” he says softly as your mouths finally part. You groan as he carefully pulls his cock out of you, immediately missing the sensation. Mingi quickly makes his way to the bathroom; he returns with a small towel, doused in warm water. Gently he cleans you up, cautious as not to overstimulate you. As he finishes he tosses the towel back into the bathroom, scooping you up and pulling you into the bed with him. He tucks the both of you underneath the blankets, taking you in his arms as he nuzzles up against you. 

“Are you cold?” he asks, kissing you on the forehead.

“Not with you here.”

“Good.”

You lay there in silence, deep breaths filling the air as you relax into each other's arms.

“Thanks for the present, baby,” you finally say, your voice soft and sleepy.

“You’re welcome, love.”

“You did completely rip it to shreds, though,” you remind him.

Mingi smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. You just looked too good.”

He cradles your cheek in his palm. “I’ll just have to get you another one,” he tells you with a kiss.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you say as you snuggle up into him. “Just give me a few business weeks to recover from this please.”

He laughs, drawing you even closer into him. You begin to drift off to sleep, comfortable and warm in his embrace.

“Mingi?” you say softly.

“Yes, babe?”

“I love you.”

You feel his cheeks turn into a smile.

“I love you too, baby.”

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 5: Heaven + Back

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Heaven isn’t even half as far as you’d thought it’d be. It’s barely out of town.

Word Count: 2,181

Content/Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, sundresses, size difference (applies to all readers bc Ari is just THAT HUGE), dry humping (imma call this technically smut), like sickeningly loving glances but don’t call it love, dancing, getting fed dinner

Author’s Note: I’ve never written anything sexual before, so go easy on me. Also, nothing gets me going like a man who treats his partner equally, taking care of certain things and not expecting anything in return, even though the relationship is full of equal exchanges. I hope this chapter shows a little bit of that back-and-forth. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. Kinda a sweet little flouncy tune.

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You and Ari had been officially dating for about two months now, but had agreed to take it slow for the sake of both of your hearts.

At this point, you were much more aware of the other’s schedule and trusted each other enough to share your locations, something he made sure of so you never had to stress over where he was like that one night. The one night that changed everything for him, for the better.

As you were getting off work, you looked down at your phone to see a text from Ari:

‘I’m picking you up at six. We’re going for a picnic. Rest is a surprise😘’

You smiled at the device in your hand. Ever since that night, he also made sure to tell you a general plan of the dates to ease your worries. Whether or not to eat before, what you might want to wear, could all be implied since he gave just enough detail without spoiling the whole plan.

Ari smiled down at his phone when he saw your reply:

‘I’ll be ready, see you then, Bear❤️’

Ari’s buddies at the ranger station took note of his dopey smile, the way he was always checking his phone unlike anything they’d seen in years of working together. Not even when he was dating his ex, Savannah, or as they all said amongst themselves, ‘the she-devil who must not be named,’ had he ever been this plugged-in.

She never cared to be around, and Ari never cared enough to check his phone for his messages while on the job, and that’s all they needed to know. You, however, they all really liked you. You had come by to surprise Ari during one of his later shifts, so only a few of them were around. Rachel and Max sat with Ari in the dim shack, lit mostly by the golden light that came through the blinds facing the west, a product of the sunset.

You knocked and came in, wearing a sundress and carrying a light dinner you had made using croissants you got from the bakery in town, along with a few baked goods for Ari and the other rangers. It was your day off, and another day of trying a new spot, so you’d figured it was as good a time as any to see where he worked and make a good impression on the closest things he had to friends besides Sammy.

You introduced yourself and sat with the three of them for dinner, everyone raving about the food and thanking you for the rare treat. When you got up to leave, Ari walked you out, giving a bear hug and kiss before he opened your car door and watched until you drove away.

He returned to the station to be greeted by two smirking faces as they chewed their desserts. “We like this one. Don’t mess it up.” Rachel quipped.

Ari went to sit back down at his desk, thinking about you in that sundress, unable to wait until the next time he could get you alone.

Ari was far from a home cook. All that his fridge really housed was enough to get by, but not enough to impress you, so Rachel helped him pick the best restaurant to get some takeout for your picnic date tonight. He’d cook for you someday, but he figured it was better to have enjoyable food now, while he was still learning. You didn’t deserve to be fed garbage.

He stopped by town to grab the meal before heading up the winding road to your place. You stepped out on the front porch in another one of your sundresses, hair down and sunglasses perched on your head to combat the evening light. You weren’t wearing a jacket, but this was by design. Maybe Ari could keep you warm. Little did you know, he had the same plan. He had purposely not said anything about needing one, excited for the chance to put you in a jacket of his own. It made him feral.

Ari walked up and greeted you with a peck, holding your hand to guide you back to the truck. Well, more like him holding out his pointer finger for you, with your smaller hand wrapped around it. You learned that first night after holding his hand that it was a little difficult to spread your fingers to accommodate for his large ones, so this was one of the solutions, besides holding hands without interlocking fingers, just as good of a fix.

He opened up the driver’s seat of his truck, knowing you would’ve slid as close to him as possible anyway, and grabbed your waist to help you get in as you jumped and slid, scooching over. Ari followed and held your hand once again as he drove.

“So where are we going?”

Ari glanced between you and the road with a smile. “Somewhere very special.”

He took a turn off the paved road and onto a dirt path, an access route that was part of the lesser-used hiking trails. Ari pulled past a creek, and through the evergreens, until he reached a rocky clearing, turning the truck around so the bed was facing a cliff.

He hopped out of the truck as you scooted to the edge of the bench, legs dangling over the side as Ari moved to stand between them. He rubbed your sides, leaning in and placing his forehead against your chest. He took a deep inhale, comforted by the scent of your perfume, but you could tell it was more than that. He was about to say something important, something that made him feel vulnerable. You ran your hands over his hair to comfort him, an attempt of telling him he could take his time, you would wait. His eyes raised to meet yours.

“This is my favorite place. I don’t think many people come out here, but it’s probably the best view you’ve ever seen. I used to run up to this spot just to get away from everything. Seeing town so small really put everything into perspective at a time where I was so fragile and everything was falling apart. I wanted to share it with you.”

You looked down at him, grateful that he trusted you with something he valued so much. “Thank you, Ari. Thank you for bringing me here.”

You leaned down and kissed him before he helped you down and led you to the edge of the cliff. He was right, it was a phenomenal view of the town below, framed by the rest of the mountains that created a valley for it to sit. A haze was falling down the mountainsides, covering everything in a light mist that caught the golden-pinkish hue the sun began to cast.

Ari opened up the truck bed, where you saw pillows and blankets wrapped up. He helped you in before joining, the two of you working together to lay them out before he pulled out the food through the back window of the truck.

You offered a hand, but he insisted on finishing the setup himself, pulling you across his lap and feeding you bites, alternating with his own.

As you finished up and Ari set the containers aside, you shifted to straddle his lap, your sundress draping over both of your legs like a puddle of fabric. From his point of view, he swore the setting sun formed a halo over your head. You looked angelic, and it was fitting, for the grace you always gave him. Sunday morning had nothing on you and the miracles your simple existence had done for Ari. He didn’t know he had needed saving, and that was just what you had done for him and then some.

Ari admired everything about you. It’s like there was magic in your eyes. For all he knew, this gravel road was a street of gold because you touched it. The only thing he hadn’t seen you do yet was turn water into wine. But to be fair, he hadn’t asked.

As you looked into his eyes, searching back and forth, you could see how deeply he was looking into your soul.

“Hey, Bear, what’s going on in your head?” You leaned in closer. He always looked at you with such deep care, but it was too soon to call it love, right? Maybe it was longing? Maybe it was trust, or appreciation? What was a word to describe all of those things together?

He looked up at you with the dopiest grin. “Just thinking about how amazing you are.”

His hands rubbed your back, slowly pulling you down closer to him until your lips met. Your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. This kiss which was soft and tender at first became needier. Ari’s hands moved to your hips and squeezed.

His grip pulled you forward, creating a delicious friction against your core. You could feel yourself growing wet through the thin fabric of your panties as he continued to guide you back and forth in his lap. You pushed yourself against him harder, feeling his erection grow through his jeans as you maintained a rhythm.

You finally pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air and tucking your face into his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his sun-kissed skin. The salty taste of a thin layer of sweat hit your tongue, swirling with his familiar cologne and the surrounding pine, creating a comforting musk that was so him.

One of Ari’s hands moved to your cheek, guiding your head so you could look into his eyes again.

“Eyes on me, Duchess. You look so beautiful right now. You’ve gotta be an angel, this feels heavenly.” Ari panted between his words.

You began to move your hips furiously against his, whines leaving your mouth as you could feel yourself cresting towards a peak. You could tell Ari was getting close, too, his moans growing deeper and raspier as his fingertips dug into you.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. I can feel how wet you are through my jeans. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

His eyes, his words, his body. They were all begging for release. The combination pulled you towards the edge as you felt a warmth flush over your entire body, your eyes squeezing shut, abs tensing, and pussy clenching around nothing. Ari’s strong hands kept you moving, riding out your high as he finished below you with a low grunt, your open mouths against each other, exchanging air.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with Ari’s, half-lidded and hazy with satisfaction. You scooted back towards his knees to see a shared wet spot on his pants from both of your releases, but Ari wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed at all. He had just shared an intimate moment with his favorite person in his favorite place, and every second of bliss was worth the slight discomfort he was beginning to feel. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to sit up from his spot leaning back against the truck cab.

Ari could see the shiver that ran through your body now that the sun had set, taking the heat with it.

“I’m, uh, gonna change into some of the spare clothes. You want a jacket?”

He vaulted over the side of the truck bed, landing in the dirt with a soft crunch of the pebbles under his feet as he opened the back door.

“Yes please.” You had moved to the edge of the bed, looking out over the cliff at the lights that now glowed in the windows of homes and shops below. It was picturesque, almost like a model village.

You turned over your shoulder as you heard music start to play. Ari had turned on the radio, low on the dash, a familiar type of music coming through the speakers and open driver’s side doors. You could see he had changed pants as he reached out a hand toward you.

“Care for a dance?” You jumped down and joined him as he slipped a hoodie over your head and pulled you close. Once a couple songs has passed, Ari stopped swaying and pulled away, looking at you sheepishly.

“I kinda didn’t think this through, but I need to turn off the radio so I don’t kill the truck battery.” You laughed and nodded, heading back to push yourself up and sit on the edge of the tailgate.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. As much as I love being out here with you, I’m sure being stranded bear bait is not a good look on me.”

Ari returned to you and scrunched his nose, leaning close. “Too late.” He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your neck and joining you up in the bed again. You giggled as he pulled you closer, the two of you eventually falling back, laying there and looking at the unobstructed sky full of stars.

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Bonus A/N: How badly do you think a person needs a pinky toe? Because I would definitely cut mine off for a truck bed date with Ari.

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hi pookie im gonna spam your requests whether you like it or not 😘😘❤️ but anyway imagine leaving hickeys on scott and hes all mad because everyones gonna ask him about it.. ESPECIALLY EZRA 😭

“so you didnt even try to hide them, huh?”

“whos the lucky gal 🤔”

“did you silly kids use protection?”

scott would wanna punch him so bad 💔💔

You can spam my request box anytime 🤗🫶🫶

Hickeys

warning: neck sucking idk

“Babe you gotta stop.” Scott said quietly while he scratched my scalp. “Hm why?” I mumbled. “Because if I let you continue I don’t think you’d be able to stop and I really don’t want hickeys covering my neck as much as i’d love to marked up by you” He said pulling me away and kissing my forehead. “Fine” I whined pulling away from his neck. “Besides we gotta get back before we are caught.” Scott replied quickly kissing me “I’ll see you later tonight ok? sneak into your cabin” Scott said smiling before running off. As he ran off I decided not to tell him about the purple spots littering all over his neck.

“Woah dude I like your new necklace” Ezra said laughing as Ezra, Scott, and me sat in a circle studying for our next test. “What do you mean?” Scott said confused. “I’m not wearing one” he continued and looking at us weird as I tried to hold in a laugh.

“What did you have a fight with a vacuum?” Ezra questioned laughing even harder. “Dude what are you talking about” Scott said now getting annoyed. “The hickeys the ones all over your neck” Ezra said now hunched over laughing.

“You’re lying” Scott replied quickly. “No dude seriously look” Ezra said. Scott quickly ran over to a mirror and looking at his neck.

“you are an evil person” Scott said quickly whipping his head around to me. “aaaah so that’s who you where kissing in a tree” Ezra said smugly looking between us both. “Dude seriously shut up” Scott snapped looking over at him.

“So when’s the due date is it a boy or a girl” Ezra laughed. Scott looked like he was going to kill him and then kill me. “ok Ezra that’s enough..” I said to him.

“Don’t think you’re getting off scot free” Scott said walking over to me. “Why didn’t you tell me” Scott continued almost sounding angry. “I thought you looked pretty with them :((“ I replied softly as I pouted and looked up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster. “you are so lucky I love you.” Scott said softening

“I will get you back for this” Scott told me as he sat back down.

“Sure you will pretty boy” I replied smiling at him.

HII THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 🫶🫶 I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED🫶 IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO ADD OR CHANGE PLEASE LET ME KNOW

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🌼 Damiano × reader

part 34 [series masterpost]

18+ readers only!!!🚨 explicit language only

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° after 3 months living in america, your homesickness gets the better of you

wordcount:: 2,720

° THIS SERIES IS GOING ON HIATUS!!! i dont know how long for& i dont know whats gonna happen next in the 'plot'. as such, requests for this series are currently closed! but would love to hear ideas of what you think should happen next 😘

Without noticing, you had totally zoned out and stopped listening to your boyfriend. This wasn’t the first interview you had attended with Damiano today and it felt like nothing new was being said.

It was another day of promo. Even though there wasn’t much for you to do once Damiao was in front of the camera, you had accepted his invitation to come along because you wanted to support him. Also because you had been feeling like you needed to get out of the house.

When you had been actively listening to his interview, he had given an answer that struck you as strange. You had gotten into a repetitive swirl of thoughts as you followed your compulsion to analyse the statement.

The notification on your phone had served as a welcome break from this pattern - it was a Snapchat that bore Ethan’s name. It was with instant curiosity that you opened it, wanting to find out what he was doing back in Italy. You didn’t acknowledge the pangs of homesickness at first.

The drummer was showing you three Polaroid photos, which you could remember taking. It had been during a long flight and you captured Ethan covering Thomas’ face with little star stickers, after he had fallen asleep with his head in Ethan’s lap. You could remember how much you had laughed, with the need to keep quiet only adding to how funny it all was.

I don’t get why he was so upset over this. This makeover looks great, Ethan’s caption read. You had smiled at your phone as you quickly responded: And that revenge he promised just never came.

Yet. Revenge is a dish best served cold and it’s gonna get frozen solid because Thomas doesn’t remember that he started cooking it. Ethan replied.

Then he asked you how things were in America. And you had endeavoured to only tell him the positive things. You told him that you missed him and he returned the sentiment straight away. The conversation went on from there, the two of you sending messages back-and-forth, with your eyes hardly lifting from your phone’s screen.

You gotta teach your boyfriend how to use his phone, Ethan said. I didn’t know memory loss could start so young, but he’s forgotten how to reply to messages.

For the first time you hesitated, feeling unsure of what to say back.

Before you could start typing, you were distracted by the movement of Damiano coming into this little alcove you had been waiting in. He told you that he was all done and you made sure you showed him a smile as you replied. He was already pulling a cigarette from the pack as you gathered your things together and stood up.

The two of you walked with the handlers to the exit. There was some sort of event to attend tonight, so you would be returning to the house to get ready. Damiano walked with his hand in yours, but you weren’t part of the conversation he was currently having in English.

You rushed to type a response to Ethan. I’ll have to try that tomorrow. We’ve gotta start getting ready for a party tonight so I’ll talk to you later. I’ll make sure he calls you. You added a heart emoji hoping that would make it sound less like a cold cut-off. Then you hit send and deposited the phone into your bag.

It was just you and Damiano in the car with the driver. He switched back to Italian to talk to you.

“Have you decided?” He asked, following a train of thought you were oblivious to.

“Huh?”

“Dinner.” He said, jogging your memory. “Do you wanna eat before we go to the party? I won’t be able to make anything for you, but I’m sure we could order something good.”

You nodded, feeling stiff. There was a seat between the two of you, with your backpack resting here. He was too far for you to feel his body heat, but you could have reached out and touched him if you wanted to.

“I don’t mind. We can just see what food they’ve got at the event.” You said.

“You seem like you’re taking this decision very seriously, you look all frowny.” He said, his head tilted as he observed you.

“No, I’ve just got some stuff on my mind, not food-related.” You said.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” He asked.

“It was something you said in that interview…”

“I didn’t realise you had been listening.” He said.

You readjusted in your seat, turning more towards him. “I can’t remember the exact words, I wasn’t paying that much attention…”

“That's totally fine, babygirl.” He said, smiling as he brushed this off at once.

“It was when they were asking you about the genre change…” You said and the smile lines smoothed around his eyes. “Something about the way that you said it, you made it sound like rock had just been a phase.”

The smile had gradually disappeared from his face as you spoke, now his lips were in a thin line from how he clenched his jaw. “Fucking Hell. I don’t need you to analyse every word I say like the whole internet is.”

You dropped your eyes down to where your hands were clasped together in your lap as your cheeks filled with embarrassed heat. “You asked what I was thinking about.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I did.”

“Am I supposed to not have an opinion?” You asked, a new energy urging you on. “When you talk, I have reactions, emotional responses, are you gonna get cranky with me because of how I feel?”

“I'm not cranky with you.” He said.

“Well, you sure aren't happy with me.”

“Your choice of words really fucking sucks and I think you knew it would piss me off.” He said.

You followed your instincts, it felt like a dam waiting to burst and you needed to let it release. “So you're saying I pissed you off on purpose? No, this would be pissing you off on purpose…” You watched him as you spoke, wanting his reaction rather than fearing it. “If rock and roll was just a phase to you, how do you know I'm not part of some phase for you?”

It was as satisfying as it was horrible. You had presented your fears to him so plainly and now there was nowhere to hide. He stared at you, frowning less now. He had his lips parted but he didn't seem to have anything to say.

The revelation hung in the air. It was the truth, all of the ugly feelings you had been trying to push back and deny for the past three months of life in America. You could no longer ignore its existence.

His wide eyes appeared to flash with so many emotions, then he finally spoke. “I really hope you don't mean that.”

You settled your back to the seat, facing the front of the car, rather than him. “Me too.”

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You said, speaking more softly now. “That's why what you say has an effect on me, it makes me feel all kinds of emotions.”

“So maybe you don't tag along for any more interviews.”

“Alright, I won't.”

His feelings were hurt, you were relieved that he had fully listened to you. But you didn’t feel victorious as you might when finishing a disagreement with anyone else. You wished you hadn’t said it, the bitterness hanging in the air that separated you from him.

But even more you wished that you didn’t feel it.

You directed your gaze to the window without acknowledging any of the things that went by. You could have apologised for saying something that hurt him, but you didn’t. Just as he didn’t apologise for making you feel this way, nor did he ask what he could do to fix the situation.

Instead the next time he spoke was to ask the driver if he could roll down the window to have a cigarette. The driver gave his unenthusiastic approval, then the rest of the ride passed in silence.

Now you noticed the homesickness that had come from talking to Ethan.

*** *** ***

Despite the frostiness between the two of you now, you followed through with your earlier commitment to attend the Hollywood event with him. Once he was talking to you again, he requested you come because he really wanted to have you there. Any doubts that you had about attending had left your mind at once and you thought about how good it felt to be wanted.

But this didn’t translate to you having a good time at the exclusive party. It was the second Hollywood party you had attended this week, and the fifth of the month.

They were complex but boring. They were glamorous but hollow. They were filled with people but so lonely. They were excessive but always left you feeling empty.

You had been drinking alcohol on an empty stomach. You were too intimidated to approach the catering table on your own. You hated the idea of these gorgeous model-types seeing you eat while they avoided the served food altogether. It made your chest feel tighter. Then there was the genuine worry of how much you could embarrass him and yourself by spilling sauce on your rented dress.

You had finished your glass of champagne as you listened to Damiano networking with someone new. At the end of it, this stranger looked at you and you could tell they had forgotten your name. Their smile was strained and it was very awkward as they said a goodbye to you. But you showed a smile as well, maintaining the act that everything was fine.

Damiano had to check with the handler before he could step outside to have a cigarette. Once they confirmed that he didn’t have anyone waiting to speak with him, he left the main room of the event. You went with him, your fingers loosely linked as he led the way.

The area you walked out to was perfectly ordinary with grass that had big gaps in it. You were beside the parking lot, standing in inconsistent lighting. None of the glamorous party-goers would want to be seen out here, beyond where the illusion could reach. It suited you just fine, you unclenched your jaw and savoured the feeling of having no one judging you.

“Are you having a good time?” He asked after lighting the end of his cigarette.

You made an indecisive noise as you looked up from the screen of your phone (you had been catching up on your friends' Instagram stories). “Are you?”

You weren’t standing close enough to hear his sigh, but you could see it in how he exhaled the cigarette smoke. “Come on, I asked you first.”

“I know. But we’re not really here for the purpose of me having a good time. It’s for you, so I’d prefer to talk about if you think it’s going well.” You said, watching how he continued to look unimpressed as he listened.

He sharply flicked the ashes off the end of his cigarette before folding his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I do. I think it is going well, I mean I haven’t done anything to embarrass myself too terribly.”

“No, you haven’t at all.” You said. “And that’s great, baby.”

“So why aren’t you having a good time?” He asked, his tone making it feel like you were being accused of something.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just too used to house parties where it feels like there’s actually something to celebrate. And nobody thinks you’re being rude when you yell. And people are dancing like crazy because they just wanna have fun and enjoy the music. I miss that messiness and catching up about dumb stuff like video games and pets.”

“You’re still not used to these parties yet?” He asked.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You said.

He nodded thoughtfully and sucked on the end of his cigarette. Even after he had exhaled he remained silent, prompting powerful annoyance to swell up in you. Why wasn’t he asking you how he could help fix this? Why wasn't he sharing advice on how he adjusted to being in such an important crowd?

You couldn’t help feeling like this was just your problem to fix, which only added to your sense of alienation.

“You’ve mentioned the Met Gala a few times tonight…” You started.

“Yeah?”

“Do you actually want to go? I thought that had just been a flimsy possibility.” You said. At the first mention of it tonight, you had remembered back to the conversation he and his team had had regarding the gala, discussing it in your house. You considered that he might not even remember you being present at that moment. Where did you sit in his memories?

“If I’m wanted there, why wouldn’t I go?” He replied as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

And maybe to him it was so obvious that it was simple. But it was almost distressingly complicated to you. More than once falling asleep had been delayed by you attempting to organise your emotions and thoughts on this topic. You hadn’t brought any of your concerns to him, not even considering it.

Until tonight, when you were at the threshold of how much you could hold yourself back. Now you were inspired to be bold.

“You want to go to the Met Gala? The fuckin’ rich stupidity parade of the elites.” You said, uncaring about keeping your voice down when no one else was in sight. “Do you realise how many of the celebrities that signed those bullshit Israel support letters were at the gala this year and will probably be at the next one?”

“No, ‘cause I’m not out here obsessing over a guest list that has nothing to do with me.” He said. “It’s not like I can just say I wanna go and that makes it happen. They have to find a designer who wants me to attend for them.”

“Right and it would be hard to find a brand that wants to dress both of us because I’m just a nobody.” You said, paraphrasing what you had heard during that discussion. “It would probably be easier if I were an influencer, and they could make me one.” He rolled his eyes. “They know how to get me on the path to an Instagram blue tick.”

“No one is saying you have to be an influencer.” He said.

“They’ve offered it to me so many times but it’s not me. When have I ever expressed wanting to be an influencer? Do you want me to be one?” You asked.

He gestured with both hands as he replied. “I just want you to be happy, but that doesn’t seem like it’s gonna happen.”

You just stared at him, feeling clueless of what to say now. The fire that he was returning to you felt like too much to stand in front of. The intimidation made you shrink slightly as your throat clenched.

He got his mobile phone out of his pocket, frowning as his finger tapped on the screen. “Look, you’re clearly not having a good time at all so let’s just get out of here. This night needs to end now.”

Your relief was minimal. He got in touch with his team, coordinating your exit from this event. He worked silently, his cigarette forgotten as it burned down closer to the end.

He sighed and looked back up at you. “There. Give them a few minutes and they’ll come get us when the car is ready.”

Your heart was thundering as you stared at him, not close enough to touch. “We have to go home.”

“Yeah, I just said we’re leaving the party. Of course I’m gonna take you home.” He said.

“I mean, Italy.”

*** *** ***

You:

My beloved. Are you busy tomorrow night?

Max:

I can be available. You wanna video?

You:

Actually. Is it too much to ask for you to pick me up from the airport?

Max:

Of course babe! What time do you + Damiano get in?

You:

Just me. [insert time here]

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Caught You

Alright, alright, I know it’s wrong to lie but I just couldn’t help myself. I had a plan and I wanted to execute it, so I wasn’t going to let the truth stand in my way. Besides, there was no other way to make it happen otherwise and have it be truly authentic and genuine.

“Baby I know I said I would come by tonight but I forgot that I told my friend I would hang out with her and she’s going through it right now. Maybe I can try to come by later?” I suggest.

This little prank I’m pulling is much harder over the phone. I would much rather text a lie rather than have Chris hear me say it, but he called me wanting to hear my voice.

“Oh, okay, I mean that sucks but I understand that you need to be there for your friend.” he says and I feel a twinge of guilt when I hear the disappointment in his voice.

Up until this point Chris and I had talked about all the things we were going to do to each other when we got together. There was a huge build up and I know for a fact that he is very horny. I know because he told me. I’m just as horny but I wanted to add to the build up and I hoped my plan would pan out the way I imagined. Fingers crossed.

“Will you try to come over later? Even if it’s really late, I don’t care, just come.” he pleads.

“Yeah baby, I’ll try.” I lie.

I’ve already had a shower and made myself pretty. I even have an entire arsenal of sexy pictures to send him. I have on a new bra and panty set-one that I know he will love. I’m also wearing the perfume he loves.

I grab my stuff and drive over to his house. He’s home alone tonight. I park up the street a bit so he won’t see my car. I notice the light on in his room from the outside of the house. I sneak up to the house and lean against the wall. I pull out my phone and text him a photo of me with my new bra and lots of cleavage. I also text a short message:

Sorry I can’t be there right now baby, hope this helps.

I smile to myself imagining him looking at the photo.

He texts me back right away:

Damn baby…you look so hot 😘

I send another photo, this one is a full body shot with no bra and just panties on. Then I send another photo right away, this one is a close up with my panties pulled to the side.

He replies:

You’re killing me baby.

I text back:

Sorry baby. Just got to my friends place. I’ll text you soon 😘

I wait a minute and send him a video clip I took earlier of me playing with myself. I know this one will really set him off. The clip is short but impactful I’m sure, especially the audio.

He texts again:

OH MY GOD 🥵

I laugh to myself, taking the key he gave me out of my bag. I make my way to the front door and quietly open the door, slipping inside like a ninja. I take my shoes off and creep down the hall. I move carefully and slowly through the house. As I get closer to his room I hear music playing and I’m thankful for the background noise because I’m sure he can’t hear me stepping on creaks in the floor and on the stairs. I’m right outside his room now. His door is slightly ajar. I guess he’s feeling comfortable since he thinks he’s home alone. He recently changed the layout of his room and I know that his bed is on the opposite wall that it used to be on, in fact, it’s against the wall I’m leaning on right now. I know if I peek through the opening in the door he won’t see me because the head of his bed is against the same wall the door is on-perfect.

I send a text:

Wish I was there with you baby. Wish I was in bed with you making you feel good with my mouth 😛

I hear him let out a sigh behind the wall and then my phone buzzes in my hand.

I wish you were here too. You can show me what that mouth can do. I wanna see that pretty pussy…wanna taste you baby.

I take off my hoodie and sweatpants, leaving me in my bra and panties. I kick my clothes to the side and pad toward the door. I’m closer now, I can’t quite see through the door yet but my face is right there, so close. I hear metal clanking. Is he unbuckling his belt?

I pad closer to the door with my bare feet and perfectly polished toes. I tilt my head toward the door so I can hear better and I hear what sound like his pants and belt hitting the floor. I hear rustling of fabric and him moving around.

I grip my phone, being extra careful not to drop it and send him a text:

If I was there I would wrap my lips around the tip of your cock and taste you. Then I would lick you from bottom to tip before sucking your whole entire cock into my throat.

I hear him whisper “fuck” through open part of the door. I imagine what he’s doing behind the door and I feel myself getting wet, that familiar heat spreading through my core.

He texts:

I would lick that pretty pussy right up the middle and use my tongue to make you feel good. I would flick that clit until you’re screaming my name. I wanna taste you and hear the sounds you make for me.

I reach my hand down between my legs and press my fingers over my clit through the lace of my panties. The pressure feels good and helps to relieve a little tension, but also somehow creates more.

Suddenly the music stops and everything is quiet, then I hear something quiet playing…on his phone? I realize that he’s playing the clip of the video I sent to him and I hear him talking. “Fuck that pussy is perfect baby.” he says slightly above a whisper. I clench my thighs together and I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. I can't believe that the fantasy I played out in my head is actually coming to life.

I need to see what he’s doing. I can hear his breathing quicken and my fingers rub my clit without even realizing that I’m doing it. I move closer to the door and lean toward the open crack, I’m so scared I’m going to hit a creak in the floor. I lean over and I see the bottom of his bed come into view, his feet with his socks still on. I tilt my head so I can see more and I see his legs and then the big prize, his hand stroking his beautiful cock. I almost let out a moan but quickly remember where I am. I move so my field of vision opens up more and I can see him holding his phone, watching me playing with myself on his screen. He still has his white undershirt on. Then I hear him let out a moan and I lean over more until I can see his face. His perfect face, his chiselled jawline, his mouth open, his eyes focused on the screen. He watches me as intently as I’m watching him. His hand wrapped around himself, gliding over his perfect cock. Seeing him this raw, this authentically himself is fulfilling my deepest desires. He lets out a shaky breath and another moan and my fingers slip inside my panties and move at a furious pace over my clit. Seeing him and hearing him, it’s all making me crazy.

“Fuck baby, let me fuck that pussy, you’re so wet f’me.” He whimpers out and that’s it for me. I’m fucking done. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave and I try my best to remain silent as I move away from the crack of the door, bending forward with my mouth hung open. Pleasure rippling through me while I hide behind his wall. I’m acutely aware of how loud I’m breathing and I attempt to slow my breathes.

I send him a text:

Baby you’re so fucking hot. I’m imagining you licking me and tasting me and I’m soaked. I wanna taste you cumming down my throat…baby I can’t take this anymore…I can't keep my secret any longer ...I’m here 👀🍆

I hear his bed creak and then everything is silent. Does he believe I’m here? Did I scare him?

My phone buzzes in my hand:

Are you actually here baby? Did you drive here?

I reply right away:

Baby I’m outside your bedroom door. I don’t want to scare you.

A moment later I hear him jump up and shuffle and then make his way to the door. He opens it and looks out and sees me. He stands there with his mouth agape. “Baby how long have you been here?” he asks eyeing me up and down.

“Long enough to see you jerking off to the video I sent you.” I reply with a smirk plastered on my face.

His cheeks flush and he scratches the back of his neck. “Well can you blame me?” he states and then he grabs my arms and looks at me again “you look fucking incredible! My girlfriend is the baddest bitch!” He eyes me up and down, looking at the black lacy matching set I have on. I picked it out especially for him, knowing what he likes. He traces his fingers over the trim on my bra.

“Thanks baby.” I say as I decrease the distance between us. I look down and he has his boxers back on. I slip my fingers in the waistband and snap them back against his skin. “These need to come off again.” I say playfully.

He pulls me close to him and whispers in my ear “how long were you watching me?” When he pulls away to look at me his face is beet red and he looks so shy and innocent.

“Baby, I was here when you still had clothes on. I was baiting you with those pictures and that video.” I smile at him and kiss his flushed cheeks “please don’t be embarrassed, I loved every second of it. I was hoping you would touch yourself and when you did I had to spy on you.”

“How the hell did you sneak in here without me knowing? You’re pretty stealthy baby.” he compliments me.

“You didn’t hear me come in and you also didn’t hear me cum while I was watching you.” I admit.

“You came?” he asks sounding really surprised “Sad I missed that one. I guess I’ll just have to make you cum again so I can see it.”

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help myself, you were just so fucking hot and hearing your noises just threw me over the edge.” I tell him.

“Jump up babe.” he says as he opens his arms.

I jump up and he grabs me under my ass so he can hold me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. His lips are so soft that I sink into them. He carries me into his room and lays me on the bed.

The first thing he does is rub his fingers over my pussy. “Your panties are so wet baby.” he tells me.

“I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’m soaked.” I say.

“Well let’s get you out of these wet things.” he says with a grin. I smile at him as I feel his fingers slip under the sides of my panties and pull them down my legs. He drops them on the ground and then wraps his hands around my back to unclasp my bra. “It’s a shame to take this pretty bra off, but I need you naked for me baby.” he says as he pulls my bra off and tosses it aside. I shiver as the cool air breezes over my exposed skin. He notices my shiver “you cold babe? Let me warm you up.” he says with a devilish grin. Then he leans in to kiss me, pulling at my lips with his and teasing me with his tongue. He moves his mouth down to my neck and grazes his lips over my skin, then he gives me open mouthed kisses down my neck and over my collar bone. “You smell s good baby. I wanna eat you up.” He peppers my chest with kisses until he reaches my breasts and then he teases my nipples, flicking with his tongue and softy sucking my nipples into his mouth-giving both equal attention. My breathing quickens. My hands trail through his soft brown locks and he looks up at me with those puppy dog eyes.

“Show me what else that tongue can do baby.” I rasp.

He looks up at me and smiles “I’m so glad you decided to surprise me. I'm so happy you're here. You want me to worship your pussy now?” he asks, looking like a kid in a candy store.

“I only want you to worship my pussy baby, you’re the best at it.” I wink at him and he kisses his way down my stomach, grazes his lips over my pussy and moves to kiss my inner thigh, trailing kisses all over my inner thighs and grazing my folds with his soft, full lips.

He uses his fingers to feel how wet I am before sliding his two middle fingers inside me. He rubs me on the inside, knowing exactly where it feels good for me and I let out a moan. He leans in and licks my pussy while fingering me. Feeling his tongue working its magic on me is like no other feeling I’ve ever had. He knows how to eat pussy like no man ever has. He doesn’t rush things, it just feels like he’s so in sync with my body and what it needs. He knows what it takes to get me to cum hard. He’s not lying when he says he’s going to worship my pussy-that’s literally what he does.

“Fuck Chris! How are you so good at this?” I exclaim looking down at him, feeling really needy. “Don’t ever stop.”

He smiles over my pussy but keeps up his magical work. I swear he loves this more than I do-if that’s even possible.

He works his tongue over my clit, alternating between slow licks, gentle sucks and fast flicks. The tension builds within me very quickly. He knows when I’m amping up and he knows when to slow down just enough to tease me. Today I feel like he’s teasing me more than usual, really dragging out those slow licks. He’s just waiting for me to beg for it. He won’t have to wait long because even though I came in the hall outside his door, cumming under his tongue is one thousand times better than using my own fingers and I’m not above begging for that kind of pleasure.

“Baby, please don’t tease me. I need it and I know you know how to give it.” I say.

He takes his fingers out of me and raises them to my mouth “taste your self” he demands and I open my mouth for him. He shoves his fingers in my mouth and I suck them, giving him a preview of what I’m gonna do to his dick. He watches me just as intently as he watched the video I sent him. I suck my own cum off his fingers and look at him, the expression on his face is a cross between awe and lust.

“Please put them back inside me.” I plead.

“You want my fingers or my tongue? You can’t have both.” he teases.

I think about it for half a second and make a game time decision “Give me your tongue baby.” I husk and he dives back into my pussy with fervour. He doesn’t hold back this time, he gives it to me fully and completely until my legs are shaking and he’s holding me down.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he asks. He full well knows I’m gonna cum, he also knows that the sound of his voice asking me if I’m gonna cum makes me cum even harder.

“I’m so close, don’t fucking stop Chris! Your tongue is magical baby.” I groan as the tension peaks.

“Cum for me baby.” he commands and my pussy oblidges. He thrusts his fingers back inside me because he loves to feel me clenching his fingers. He moves his fingers over my g-spot, intensifying my climax.

"Fuuuuuck baby, I'm cumming!" I whine and I look down at him, my eyes meet his and I keep looking at him while I cum because it's something he often demands of me and I like the same in return from him.

I grip the sheets under me, scrunching them up in the balled up fists. I grind my pussy into his face and I moan with each squeeze of my orgasm. My walls clench around his fingers rhythmically. Chris grips onto me and moans into my pussy. He doesn't take his mouth off me until I finally relax my hips and sink back into the bed.

Then he makes his way back up to my face and kisses me, this time it's not a teasing kiss. He gives me his tongue and I can taste myself again. He kisses me like he can't get enough and I can tell he's super fucking horny right now. I love seeing him like this. If it wasn't torture I would keep him in this state all the time. He kisses me deeply and I can feel how needy he is.

He pulls away and looks at me "Baby, will you suck me off? I can't fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked right now, I'm way too horny. I have to cum and then I can fuck you dumb." he pleads.

"No baby, I want to watch you jerk off. I want you to continue what you started and pretend I'm not here." I tell him and hope he goes along with it.

"You're not gonna help me?" he inquires with such innocence that I almost feel bad for him.

"No baby, you can watch the video I sent you." I assert.

"Fuck." he sighs in complaint and plops himself back on the bed.

"After you make yourself cum I'll fuck the shit out of you." I promise "Take your clothes off baby." I encourage.

He complies and takes off the rest of his clothes while I watch him. He lays back on the bed and gives me a shy look, like he's embarrassed. His cheeks flush and the colour is a perfect match to the head of his hard dick.

"Grab you phone and grab your dick baby." I instruct.

He does as I ask and picks up his phone, he cues up my video. I lay down on my side facing him and prop my head up on my elbow so I have a perfect view of what's about to happen. He looks at me with puppy dog eyes again.

"Go ahead baby, get yourself off." I say with a smile and give him a kiss on the forehead.

He hesitantly grabs his dick and looks down as he runs his thumb over the pre-cum dripping from the tip. "God I wish that was my tongue on there baby." I whisper in his ear. I move my body closer to him, so close that I can feel the heat radiating off him but we're not touching.

He grabs his dick and starts to stroke himself slowly, he turns his head toward me. I push his face away from me. "Put my video on, pretend I'm not here."

He starts my video and keeps stroking himself. I watch him watching me on the screen and he presses his lips together. I move closer to him until my body is pressing up against him and my head is on the pillow with him. He picks up the pace. "How does it feel baby?" I ask, needing to hear him.

"It feels good but I wish it was you instead of my hand." he says.

"I know, but you look so fucking hot baby and you're gonna have me soon enough." I reassure him.

He picks up his pace to match mine in the video and his eyes are glued to the screen as I show him how wet I am and moan through the phone speaker. He swallows and licks his lips.

"You make my pussy so wet baby, that's all for you. All I have to do is think about you and I soak my panties." I whisper in his ear.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot.” he tells me and then lets out a moan. I can see the tip of his dick getting more red.

“Are you getting close baby?” I ask him.

“So close.” he says and I press my body up against him. I give his neck open mouth kisses and lick his soft skin.

“I wanna watch you cum all over yourself.” I whisper in his ear and I move my hand to his belly, feeling his soft skin and his muscles starting to tense up. “Fall apart for me baby.” I urge.

His lips part and his brow furrows. His breaths leave his body in short gasps. This time when he turns his face toward me, I don't push him away. He looks into my eyes and I kiss his lips and explore his mouth with my tongue. He pulls away with his lips still touching mine, our breaths mingling.

“Oh fuck…I’m gonna fucking cum.” he whimpers and the way he says it makes my pussy clench around nothing. His stomach tenses under my palm and we both look down to watch him stream ropes of cum across his stomach and my hand. He grunts out “fuck” with every spurt of cum. I watch his face as he falls under the spell of his own body, euphoria taking over. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, my favourite way to see him. Completely lost in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking hot baby.” I tell him as he falls apart next to me. I watch him ride out his high and take in every moment, every moan, every twitch, every facial expression, every breath. He is perfect.

He reaches over and grabs his shirt and I help him clean up with it. He tosses the shirt onto the floor and rolls back over to face me. I reach up and brush his hair back from his forehead and he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into him. "So did you get what you wanted but sneaking into my house?" he asks with a smile.

"Yes baby...I caught you." I say as I lean in and kiss him and intertwine my legs with his.

[frederickkatz]

Texts: Sparky (Cameron) & Freddie

@cameronslaw

[Following Wednesday]

Freddie: hey Sparky!

Freddie: sorry I was MIA, things got crazy busy with both jobs and the finding a place and then moving and it's been more chaotic than I expected

Freddie: hope you're ok, and specially not overthinking and blaming yourself cause you promised to be a good boy 😉

Cam: Freddie!

Cam: hi!

Cam: me overthinking? pffffffff

Cam: 😇

Cam: did you find a place?

Freddie: does it mean I'll have to punish you for not behaving as you promised?

Freddie: I did, I'm still finishing some touches but it's almost ready

Freddie: I'll send you the address as soon as it's all done

Freddie: how have you been¡

Cam: punish me??? but I’ve been the best boy!

Cam: I even did my homework

Cam: which, by the way, amounted to 42 kisses and 5 fucks

Cam: just saying

Cam: can't wait to see it!

Cam: I’ve been a bit bummed out tbh, but it's all better now

Cam: how about you? having fun decorating the new place?

Freddie: I'll ask Trevor just to make sure

Freddie: lmao! Good, I'm glad you're taking count tho you probably omitted the spanks

Freddie: ah! I knew it. I told you not to worry, I just needed to handle this, and I did tell you beforehand, so you didn't think I was ignoring you

Freddie: I'm fine. I'm not, I like how the place is, I'm just getting some furniture and brought my stuff from the hotel last night so I'm waiting for a few things to arrive, and it'll be set

Cam: ...okay fine, maybe I did overthink a bit, but Trevor helped me to stop

Cam: I don't choose the spanks; those are not my department 💅

Cam: I know!!! and I thank you a lot for it, it was the reason why I could get out of that spiral at some point, just

Cam: old habits die hard

Cam: but I am trying

Cam: oooh! so I’ll be able to come over in a couple of days then?

Freddie: That's good to hear. I'm glad he helped

Freddie: well a really good boys also knows when they don't behave right and when they deserve some spanks so...

Freddie: it's ok, I figured it would be hard cause you were taking a blame you didn't deserve, and you've done that before, so I figure it was a normal response from you when things go south

Freddie: I know, I'm proud of you for that

Freddie: tho I did miss hear from you, I figured you'd reach out, but I understand that probably you tried to give me space

Freddie: hopefully, yeah, if you want to of course

Cam: true... ok maybe I’m not such a good boy then

Cam: thank you

Cam: I missed talking to you, but I figured if you said you'd be a bit unreachable, me bugging you could mess something up

Cam: and I said I’d wait, right? so I waited

Cam: I’d love to!

Freddie: well but good boys earn their good status by behaving and accepting their punishment, but I'll let it pass this one-time cause of the distress 😘

Freddie: I appreciate that you gave me some space. If something like this happens again, don't hesitate to reach out. It might take me a bit, but I'll reply

Freddie: that's true, you did

Freddie: good! I'll send the address later today or tomorrow

Cam: you're the best 🫰🏼

Cam: ok!

Cam: ok!!!!

Cam: in the meantime tho

Cam: you're working tonight?

Cam: bc even tho you're this immortal super being, your vessel probably needs to rest too

Freddie: I know 😏

Freddie: not working tonight

Freddie: I've been resting. I meant it that you didn't have to worry. Maya let me borrow her apartment while I found my own so don't think I was struggling that much

Freddie: how was work? You didn't have another argument with Warren did you? I know his support is important for your project and I don't want that to be affected because he and I don't always see things eye to eye

Cam: well if you're not working, you're more than welcome to come over (:

Cam: I mean, I know how messy things get while moving, and I happen to have a warm bed with loads of space

Cam: we did

Cam: but I stand by what I said

Cam: and he didn't pull out of the project yet, so that's promising

Cam: work has been slow; we sent out a bunch of documents and I'm just waiting for signatures

Cam: just the boring part of being a lawyer I guess

Freddie: well that's sounds nice, only if I bring dinner. It's the least I could do after such a nice invitation

Freddie: Cameron. Please don't do that. Whatever are the problems between me and my brother shouldn't affect you. Especially with your job.

Freddie: hope you get everything back with the signatures you need

Freddie: any news on the kid you wanted to adopt?

Cam: you've got yourself a deal (: what are you in the mood for?

Cam: it's not light we're fighting! It was just a divergence of opinions

Cam: and it was not because of you either!

Cam: thanks

Cam: I'm not "adopting" her, just being her legal guardian, and YES! I'm seeing if I can bring her over for Thanksgiving (: I'm really excited about it

Cam: she's never been in a town with so many spn people before

Freddie: You. But you can choose dinner

Freddie: still. Don't make him your enemy please

Freddie: isn't that the same thing?

Freddie: that sounds nice

Freddie: hope it's not overwhelming for her

Cam: 🙈

Cam: Chinese?

Cam: don't plan to!

Cam: yeah, but with one I have a kid calling me Cameron and the other calling me dad

Cam: and I'm not exactly dad material 😛

Cam: thanks! I hope so too

Cam: I plan on introducing her slowly, so she makes friends around town and has people to hang out with during the holidays

Cam: do you have plans for Thanksgiving?

Freddie: what? Are you blushing now?

Freddie: Chinese it is

Freddie: ok good point

Freddie: how are you so sure about that?

Freddie: it's sounds good

Freddie: you do realize I don't celebrate holidays, right?

Cam: no??

Cam: I'm not exactly a good influence

Cam: or have any of the stability a kid need

Cam: well yeah but I can't imagine the bar will have any movement on Thanksgiving so I figured you'd have the day off

Cam: have you ever eaten Thanksgiving dinner? I think you'd like it

Freddie: ok, I'll believe that you're not blushed nor hard

Freddie: who says that?

Freddie: vampires don't celebrate the holidays either

Freddie: not on Thanksgiving but it's just another day for me really

Freddie: I assume everyone else in town has plans already so the best plan for me is to go through it as any other day

Cam: I didn't say anything about hard

Cam: idk it's kinda common sense

Cam: oh right

Cam: well

Cam: would you like to have plans for Thanksgiving?

Freddie

Freddie: and like it better when you're hard AND blushed

Freddie: it's not

Freddie: I don't really care. It's just like any other day for me tho this is the first time in actually in human form for it

Freddie: it's really doesn't really matter to me

Cam: guess you're gonna have to come around to find out 🙃

Cam: welp

Cam: I'll save you a plate of the traditional Thanksgiving dinner for when you get home from work then (:

Freddie: I'll be there in a bit. Need to get dinner first

Freddie: you really don't have to

Freddie: I figured you had plans with your family

Cam: ok!

Cam: what? the traditional Thanksgiving experience ™ is not about who's around, is all about the food, everybody knows that

Cam: not really, but I think dev and Adam might come over for dinner

Cam: we're not exactly an orthodox family lol

Freddie: like I said, I've tried all that before but not during the festivities

Freddie: well you have a brother, a brother-in-law, and a boyfriend. Seems like a family worth spending Thanksgiving with

Cam: and a guardianship over a teenage angel lol

Cam: but yeah I get it

Cam: btw, you can just pop inside if you'd like (: I'm gonna set the table

Cam: and yes, no dinner in bed tonight bc I know you and we're not gonna get around to eating if we do that lol

Freddie: true. A kid in the mix. Sounds like a perfect family setting for the festivities

Freddie: alright. I'll be there in 5

Freddie: good boy

Cam: will be ready by then

Cam: 😉

[hockeyboysimagines]

Bitter

Chapter 6

Warnings: as usual sex, language, alcohol, angst and Kaitlin who needs her own warning.

I am finally writing again. Thank you Jesus. I’ve been so blocked and it’s been so frustrating but I’m feeling inspired so we’ll see how it goes. This is a big chapter and the next one is bigger. Leave me some asks and let me know what you think🤍Love y’all!!

Ginny was physically at work, but mentally she was not.

It had been over a week of sneaking around with Beau and she could already feel her resolve cracking into pieces and blowing away like dust in the wind.

She had underestimated him.

He wasn’t as much of an asshole as she thought originally, but rather deep down he was sweet, and kind, and funny.

And it was terrifying.

The hookups became hangouts, which turned into sleepovers, which ended with breakfast the next morning. And the sex changed from casual sex to the kind of sex couples had. Ginny could feel things changing between them, but she couldn’t admit to herself that she was catching some feelings. More of her things were showing up at his apartment, a toothbrush, some clothing, and her perfume smell lingered on his sheets.

She spent 90% of her time thinking about him, and the other 10% she spent scheming on how she was going to meet up with him.

On the outside she was happier than ever, but in her soul she was screaming. She had been so insistent on hating him that she had almost missed out on this incredible human being.

Her phone dinged, which pulled her from her thoughts.

Hey bestie, don’t forget drinks tonight at the place! If you want us to pick you up let me know😘

Ginny sighed. She HATED hanging out with him while they were with Mat and Leighton. For two reasons. The first was because it bothered her to be outright lying to her best friend. And the second was because it was physically painful to be that close to him and act like she hated him. He’d expressed on more than one occasion as they laid in bed that he avoided being in a group with her for this very reason. Ginny drummed her fingers on her desk before she replied.

I almost forgot. I’ll be there! I need to grocery shop before so I’ll do that and then take an Uber. See you later, love you💕

A second later her phone dinged again. She smiled.

B: Are you coming out for drinks tonight??

G:Are you?

B:I don’t think there’s any way to get out of it, do you want to come over before or after?

G: Both?

B:Now your speaking my language😉 let me know when your on the way and I’ll unlock the door for you. Don’t forget to use the back entrance. Later😘

Ginny was dreamy eyed as she leaned back in her chair. There was nothing like the feeling she got when she knew she was going to see him. Like she was walking on air, like she was high as a kite, and could run purely off the adrenaline of it alone for days.

But then a slow bleed of guilt drowned out her high and she went back to feeling like a shitty friend. She leaned forward to get back to work with a sigh, mentally preparing herself for the rest of the day and the evening that would follow.

*********

Kaitlin, at her own job in Manhattan, drummed her fingers on her desk eyes sweeping across the city out her office window.

Ginny and Beau?

There was NO WAY Mat and Leighton were okay with that or even knew about it, and the fact that they were sneaking around after hours was enough to confirm it for her.

Since she’d seen them the other night, she did some homework and caught them sneaking around after dark the entire past week or so. It was all she needed to begin to formulate a plan.

Maybe she couldn’t derail the wedding in the way she wanted. She would try a different approach. It had been too difficult to get to Leighton herself, but if she could crack the wall that was Ginny, she could still bring the wedding to a halt.

********

“How are you feeling?”

Leighton turned to find Mat leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.

“I’m okay.”

That was a lie.

She wasn’t nearly as queasy as she had been but she was exhausted. She had been running herself down for months and it had started to catch up with her. But she was determined to spend time with their friends outside of wedding planning. It was exactly what she needed.

“Really? If your not-“

“I’m okay Mat, I promise.” She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“If your sure. I just don’t want you overdoing it. Maybe it’s time to see a doctor?”

She gave him a long look “I’ll think about it okay?”

He smiled “Okay. You look hot by the way.” He called as he left the bathroom. Leighton smiled to herself and sighed as she finished curling her hair.

**********

Ginny was two drinks deep by the time Beau arrived at the bar.

They’d had a quick romp earlier and she was so disheveled and flustered by the time it was over she’d had to run home, shower and change and collect herself before she could be around people.

“Hi best friend!” She turned to find Leighton squeezing through the crowd, smile stretched across her face, Mat following close behind.

Ginny opened her arms and gave her a hug. But her smile faded when she saw Beau enter. Her eyes followed him for a second before she realized where she was and who she was with, so she put on her bitch face and made a noise of disgust.

“Well there goes the evening.” She said as he reached them.

“And there goes Ginny’s underwear.” He shot back, smiling smugly at her. Leighton rolled her eyes, but smiled as Beau leaned forward and kissed her cheek, and then turned to Ginny.

“You want one too?”

“Not unless you want me to cut your tongue out.” She said sweetly, although she in fact did want one both on her lips and other parts of her body.

“Kinky.” He waggled his eyebrows and leaned forward to order a drink, as Ginny pointedly looked away from the muscle flexing in his arm as he did.

Asshole.

“Oh you guys.” Mat said with a wave of his hand as one of his teammates called him over. He wandered away from them.

“Are you feeling better?” Beau asked turning to Leighton. Her eyes swiveled to Ginny who was frowning.

“Better? Why do you mean?” She asked eyes moving between them.

“Oops…” Beau trailed off biting down on his lip.

“I’ve just been under the weather that’s all.”

“Under the weather how? Are you sick?”

“No I don’t think so, I’m just stressed is all. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to worry you.” Leighton rested her hand on hers and smiled reassuringly “I promise I’m fine. Really.”

Ginny didn’t buy it for one second, but she would accept it for now. Leighton slid off the stool to use the bathroom and she turned on Beau.

“Before you say anything, she made me swear not to tell you she’s been sick.” He said as she opened her mouth.

“You should have told me.”

“I told her I would only keep the secret if she didn’t get any worse and I wouldn’t lie if you asked.” He glanced over his shoulder and then leaned forward “I’m sorry if your mad okay? We can talk about this later if your still pissed off. I’m down for some punishment.”

Ginny tried to be mad but a grin broke out across her face and she shook her head “ Your an idiot.”

He smiled cheekily at her but then it faded as he glanced over her shoulder, eyes setting on someone behind her.

“I know that look.” Ginny spun on her chair to find Kaitlin some feet away seated at a table. “Fuck this bitch.”

“Ginny wait-“

But she was already gone. He scrambled off his stool, hot on her trail as she stormed across the bar and smacked her hand loudly on the table Kaitlin was seated at.

“Get out.” She spat.

“This is a public bar.”

“And your gonna get a public beat down if you don’t fuck off in 5 seconds.”

“No I don’t think so, and I’d I were you I’d be careful about crossing me again.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows and scoffed “Are you threatening me?”

“Not at all.” Kaitlin smiled sweetly and took a sip of her drink “Just giving you something to think about.”

This was a different Kaitlin. She didn’t seem angry or bitter now, but calm and smug.

“Listen here bitch-“

“Kaitlin if you know what’s good for you.” Beau said taking a step forward to stand between her and Ginny “I would back off.”

“Yeah me too, unless you want your next period to come out of your nose.” Ginny spat, leering at Kaitlin around him.

Ginny’s face was red and angry, arms crossed, chest heaving as she and Kaitlin stared at eachother for a few moments before Kaitlin turned to slide off her barstool. As she walked away she called over her shoulder “You two have a good night.”

“You good?” Beau asked her when Kaitlin disappeared from sight. He felt himself get hard as he looked at her flushed cheeks and chest and remembered how he had made her flushed earlier. He glanced around and saw that no one they knew was anywhere around, and then turned back to her.

“No I’m not fucking good. I’m gonna-“

“Shhh. Not here.” He steered her by the arms, head on a swivel to make sure Mat and Leighton hadn’t seen the exchange and didn’t see him steer her to the bathroom.

Watching Ginny lay into Kaitlin both now and before was both hot and terrifying and he wasn’t sure how he could feel both at the same time, but damn if it wasn’t the most enthralling feeling he’d ever had.

Once inside the door, he spun her around and they slammed roughly into the wall of the bathroom attached at the lips. It was dimly lit and thankfully empty and while it was extremely risky it was also extremely hot.

“Not here.” She breathed pulling her mouth from his. She shoved him into the stall quickly and locked the door behind her. She had a dress on, which made it easy to shimmy her underwear hurriedly down her legs, as she quickly unbuttoned his belt and jeans and pulled them down. Hoisting her up, he slammed into her roughly causing her to cry out.

Any single person could walk into that stall including her best friend but Ginny was too wrapped up in the euphoria of him inside her that she just didn’t give a fuck. The entire world outside of the bathroom was gone and the music was muted. The only sounds she heard was his hard breathing and the jingle of his belt as his hips moved back and forth.

“You take me to the best places.” She huffed out as he continued to roughly move in and out of her, her tailbone slamming against the stall door causing it to rattle.

“You know it baby.” He breathed, yanking the top of her dress down and attaching his lips to her neck. She was acutely aware of the racket they were making and hoped the blaring music of the bar was enough to cover it up. She bit back a screech as he hit a spot so deep she didn’t even know it was there, as his movements became faster and rougher.

Her head kept whacking the metal painfully as he rag-dolled her against the stall door but it felt so damn good her vision got blurry and she let out a long moan as an orgasm exploded like the grand finale of fireworks and his movement ceased.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled from somewhere around her collarbone. His breath was hot and wet on her neck as he eased out and set her down gently.

He gave her his best smile as she turned, trying to smooth her wild hair and then glanced around.

“What?”

“Where’s my underwear?”

He pulled them from his pocket and handed them to her, watching as she shimmied them on and moved to the door.

That was the great thing about Ginny. She could go from screeching like a cat in heat, to cool and collected in 2 seconds flat which made sneaking around a whole lot easier. She had a great poker face that kept everyone else fooled, but he knew that the truth was, her insides were still screaming because he’d just fucked her brains out in a bar bathroom.

She left the bathroom, him behind and as they turned the corner to re-enter the main part of the bar, she ran smack into Mat. He glanced at her and then Beau and frowned, eyebrows knotting low over his eyes. They both froze for a minute all staring at one another.

“What’s going on?” Mat said eyeing them suspiciously. Ginny was sure they’d been caught but Beau, slick as he was, spoke before she could say anything.

“Kaitlin was just here, and we almost had an incident. I took this one outside to cool down.” He nodded at Ginny keeping his face even.

Mat looked crestfallen “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Leighton didn’t see her. I thought Ginny was going to murder her so I took her out to calm down so Leighton wouldn’t find out.”

“Jesus Christ. Well thanks. I can’t believe her.” Mat shook his head and turned to glance around “Please don’t tell her. She hasn’t been doing well and she’s having a good time for the first time in a while.”

“Yeah speaking of which, we have beef.” Ginny said suddenly jabbing him in the chest “Why didn’t you tell me she’s been sick?”

“She didn’t want to worry you. She made me promise.”

“Still. Someone should have filled me in. She’s my best friend and I should know what’s going on with her.”

“Fair enough. She just doesn’t want you to stress about it. I personally think she should go to the doctor but she doesn’t seem to be too keen on the idea.”

“I’ll talk to her. See if I can get here there.”

“Good. I’m gonna go find her.”

Ginny let out a breath as he walked away “Jesus that was close.”

“Too close.” He side eyed her and then grinned “Like that bathroom stall. It was so small I wasn’t sure we would fit. But I always make it fit.”

Ginny bit her lip and squirmed “Stop it.” A tiny hint of redness was spreading across her chest, but a small smile was also forming on her face. It was amazing to her that he could get her so worked up, but could make her smile all in the same breath. She’d never met anyone who did that before.

It was kind of nice.

Even though they were just hooking up, she never felt used or like a sex toy with him. He always made her feel like she was important, and the way he worshipped her and his words of affirmation and encouragement made her feel like she never had before. It was confusing but also addicting. The sex was great, phenomenal even but it was him that kept her coming back.

“Are you coming over later?” He asked catching her attention, fingers grazing the inside of her wrist.

“Do you want me to?”

“Is that even a question.” He smiled and glanced over his shoulder “I really wanna kiss you, but there’s too many people, and we’re lucky we didn’t just get caught. I’ll see you later.” He squeezed her wrist and walked away, and Ginny took a deep breath and headed the other way to collect herself and find Leighton.

*********

At 11:15 Ginny was sitting on Beau’s bed eyes following him as he moved across the room to pull his jacket off. He frowned and reached for his water to take a sip “What?”

“Did you really fuck me in a bar bathroom?”

He choked on his water and chuckled “Yes I did.”

She hook her head and watched as he came to stand in front of her and then knelt between her legs.

“Something wrong?” He asked as he let one hand trail down her calf to unstrap her high heel.

She shook her head “Are we wrong for doing this?”

“Definitely.” He said without missing a beat as he pulled her heel off her foot and set it aside before moving to the other foot.

“Do you think we should stop?”

“Definitely not.” He glanced up at her “Unless you want to?”

Please say no He thought to himself.

“No. I don’t think I could even if I did want to.” She reached a hand forward to push a strand of his hair back in place.

He drifted a hand up each leg to the buttons on the front of her dress, undoing each one at an agonizingly slow pace, eyes never moving from hers, As he he slid her dress off her and reached over to turn off the lamp.

***********

Mat was still thinking about Ginny and Kaitlin and Beau while Leighton showered that evening. He’d never known them to be a united front, but something between them was definitely off. Getting along so suddenly? No way.

Their reactions when they’d seen him had been strange. They didn’t look like they’d almost just been in an altercation, they looked unnerved for the smallest of moments, like they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t. Maybe they’d left out some details about Kaitlin?

He was jarred from his thoughts as he heard the shower shut off and stood to join her in the bathroom.

**********

“Did Kaitlin seem…weird to you?” She asked sometime later on, as she brushed her hair before bed. It had been bugging her all night and so much so that she needed to bring it up.

“I think the answer to that question is obvious no?”

Ginny rolled her eyes “You know what I mean. She’s been a bitter crazy bitch for months and now all of a sudden she seems smug. Like she has something up her sleeve. And how did she even know we were there?”

Ginny found the entire sequence of events to be odd. It just seemed too coincidental that Kaitlin knew they were there. Had she been following them? Following her?

Beau stared at her for a minute “Like what though? The wedding is locked down tight I think and everyone is on high alert. And she’s crazy, which I believe is one of the attributes of stalkers.”

“I guess. I just think the whole thing was weird. She just happened to know we’re going to that bar at that time? I don’t know. I just feel like she’s different now. Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

He sat up and leaned forward “No. it’s obviously bothering you. Are you worried?”

“I don’t know…” she bit her lip and leaned against the doorframe “I just have this bad feeling. Her whole vibe made me uneasy. She was acting a little too cool considering what a crazy bitch she’s been the last year.”

“Your not afraid or anything are you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and scoffed “Me afraid of that lunatic? Yeah right. I’m just saying something was weird.”

“Yeah I guess your right. She definitely didn’t seem as like...crazy as usual. Maybe she’s finally realized she can’t do anything? And we go to that bar a lot. Maybe she just guessed and got lucky or maybe one of her weird friends saw us and told her. She’s a psycho and psychos always find a way to make trouble.”

Ginny nodded and flipped off the bathroom light “Maybe. Like I said her whole attitude just rubbed me the wrong way.” She said with a shrug.

“I’d like to rub you the right way.” He waggled his eyebrows and suddenly all conversation about Kaitlin disappeared.

*********

If Kaitlin could pull this off it would be the slickest thing she’d done yet, she thought to herself as she downloaded the text free app. She created a phone number and thought briefly about what to say as she typed in Mat’s number. She knew Ginny spent the night at Beau’s apartment every Wednesday and Thursday and the idea had struck her.

It would be the ultimate derailment. A plan so truly perfect she couldn’t believe it had practically fallen into her lap.

Hey buddy it’s Beau. My phone has been acting up and I forgot to give you this new number. Why don’t you and Leighton come for dinner tomorrow night? Let me know.

She sent the text and waited with baited breath.

*********

Across town Leighton was also brushing her wet hair as Mat brushed his teeth. He still hadn’t told Leighton about the whole Kaitlin thing and had decided he wouldn’t tell her. He’d seen her smile genuinely for the first time in a while and didn’t want to bring down her mood. But as he looked at her in the mirror he noticed how tired she looked. The circles under her eyes were a dark purple and her skin was pale. She turned to find him looking at her and gave him a sleepy smile. They’d come home fairly early, and Leighton had immediately started getting ready for bed.

He smiled back and then glanced at his phone as it buzzed and he picked it up.

“Who’s that? Your girlfriend?” Leighton teased as she reached for her own toothbrush.

“No. It’s Beau.”

“Ah so it’s your boyfriend.”

He chuckled and bumped her shoulder, rolling his eyes “Shut up. I guess he was having phone trouble and got a new number. He invited us for dinner tomorrow night. Wanna go? As long as your feeling up to it?”

“Sure why not? I have an early day tomorrow anyways. And I’m fine really. Just tired.”

Yeah man, we’ll be there say around 5:30-6?

He waited a moment before he received a text back.

Sounds good. See you guys then!

In her apartment Kaitlin smiled slowly. She was only sad she wouldn’t be there to see it all explode.

[lemonlillybee]

Sicktember Day 1: How To Take Care of a Peter Parker

Sicktember Day 1

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41403822/chapters/103829082

Title: How To Take Care of a Peter Parker

Prompts: #1 ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’ , #2 Homesick and #16 Care Package

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: ~1300

A/N: I combined three @sicktember prompts for my first fill of the month! HAPPY SICKTEMBER!

Ned : Hey

Ned : Do you know how to take care of a sick person?

Ned : Because Peter is super sick and gross  

Ned looks over at Peter, asleep in his bed and snoring so loudly that Ned almost doesn’t hear his phone chime with MJ’s reply.

MJ : Be right there

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

MJ : Peter is sick again

May Parker : aww poor thing. 😭 he was just sick last month!

May Parker : I’m at work for another 8 hours. I can call Tony?

May Parker : does he need me?  

May Parker : I can try to get off early  

May Parker : how sick are we talking?

May Parker : he won’t say it, but he’s definitely going to want campbell’s chicken noodle soup and juice  

May Parker : does he have a fever?

MJ : No fever, coughing a lot. He’s asking about you but he’s just a little homesick, I think, no need to leave work. Ned and I are taking good care of him. I’ll keep you updated. Thanks!

May Parker : I know he’s in good hands, thanks sweetie! ❤️❤️❤️ I’ll text Tony

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

May : hey, sounds like Peter is sick. I’m not even halfway through my shift or else I’d drive there right now

Tony Stark : Again? Damn, poor kid

May : do you think you could pick up some things for the kids? maybe check in on them?

Tony Stark : On it. Thanks, May.  

May : ur the best!! 😘

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

May : hi sweetie! sorry you’re not feeling well. I larb you!

Peter : Thanks, larb you too. I’ll call you later if I have a voice

May : u better!!

May : ❤️❤️❤️

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Peter is napping again, this time curled up against MJ, when Tony calls.

“Hi,” MJ answers, moving her hand to run her fingers through Peter’s hair when he blinks awake at the sound of her voice, looking confused and sleepy. “Yeah, he just woke up. I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hey, Underoos. I hear you’re feeling a bit under the weather?”

Peter tries to croak out a response, but his voice doesn’t cooperate and he ends up coughing instead. He clears his throat several times before he’s able to get anything out. “Hey.”

“Oh, you sound awful,” Tony says, unable to hide his surprise. “How’d you get so sick?”

Peter coughs some more, then sniffles, sounding miserable.

“It’s actually not too bad,” MJ says, rolling her eyes when Ned scoffs in disagreement. “I mean, he’s coughing a lot and he basically has no voice. It just sounds a lot worse than it is.”

“He’s still a walking germ factory,” Ned adds from his spot in the corner, the farthest he can get from Peter while still being in the same room.

Peter and MJ both snort, which makes Peter cough again. MJ rubs his back and grabs his water from the nightstand for him to drink.

“Do you need anything, Peter? I can come out there?”

MJ hesitates, watching tears well up in Peter’s eyes. She keeps rubbing his back, waiting for him to answer and frowning when he scrubs his sleeve over his face and sniffles wetly.  

“Just wish I was home,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and cracking on the last word.

“Want me to send Happy? He can pick you up and take you home. May is at work but she’ll be there tonight.”

MJ watches Peter’s face light up at the mention of May, but he quickly closes his eyes and stuffs down what sounds like a whimper, shaking his head.  

“No,” he whispers congestedly. He digs a knuckle into his right eye and heaves a raspy sigh, then clears his throat. “I’m just being a baby. I’ll be fine. I have MJ here and she’s taking great care of me,”

“And me!” Ned chimes in, eyes flitting to the bottle of hand sanitizer next to him when Peter pulls the blanket up to cover his face before sneezing three times.

“Bless you! Well, I have no doubt MJ and Ned are both taking great care of you,” Tony says as Peter begins to cough again. “I’m going to let you kids go. Get some rest, Peter.”

“Thanks, Tony,” MJ says, hanging up and pulling Peter in close, rubbing his back and letting him sniffle into her shirt until he falls back asleep, not missing the single tear that falls from the corner of his eye before he does.

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Tony : Just talked to the kids. Peter sounds terrible but he’s in good hands with MJ

Tony : What time are you off?

May Parker : aww 🥺

May Parker : 7pm

Tony : Want to grab dinner tonight? I’ll have Happy pick you up

Tony : Also, can you send me a list of things Peter likes when he’s sick?

May Parker : sure, can’t wait!

May Parker : chick noodle soup

apple juice (NO orange)

tissues. like a ton. double what you think he might need lol

cough drops (the cherry kind only)

harry potter movies

hot chocolate

blankets

cherry jello

Tony : Thanks, you’re the best! See you tonight

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

MJ : Thanks for calling earlier. Peter took a long nap and he woke up feeling a little bit better

Tony Stark : He doing okay?

MJ : He gets a little homesick when he’s not feeling well. We’re going to call May when he gets his voice back

Tony Stark : I’m with May right now, I’ll let her know

MJ : Perfect, thank you

Tony Stark : Hope he can get some sleep tonight with all that coughing

Tony Stark : Make sure you and Ned are getting rest too

MJ : Will do, thanks!

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

In the morning, MJ checks her mailbox and finds a slip indicating there’s a package for her in the office. Brad, the RA on duty, hands her a large box with an overnight shipping label on the side.

“Someone paid a lot of money to get that to you,” Brad comments, eyeing MJ curiously. “Know what it is?”

“Nope,” MJ says, lifting the heavy package and leaving Brad to wonder alone.

As she walks back up the stairs, her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she shifts the box under one arm so she can pull it out.

Tony Stark : There’s a package for you kids, it should have been delivered this morning

Tony Stark : Mostly just a few things for the sickie

MJ : Yep, just got it!

MJ : Just a few things? It’s heavy, I’m counting this as arm day lol

Tony Stark : Sorry, I know it’s a lot. Hope it’s not too heavy to carry

Tony Stark : How’s Bug Boy doing this morning?

MJ : No, it’s perfect, it’s sweet of you to send something

MJ : He still doesn’t really have a voice and he’s super stuffed up, but I think feeling a little better. I think he had a low grade fever last night but he’s back to normal temp as of 30 minutes ago

MJ : He also almost puked but I think it was just from all of the coughing

Tony Stark : If he changes his mind, I can be there in less than an hour. Just call or text, any time of day

Tony Stark : Take care of yourself too. Send Peter my love

MJ : Thanks, I’ll let him know. He’s lucky to have you in his life

Tony Stark : Not as lucky as I am

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Tony : How are you feeling?

Underoos : Better, almost have my voice back!

Underoos : Ned freaked out when he saw the lego set  

Underoos : Thank you

Tony : Anytime, kiddo  

Tony : You feeling up for a visit from May and me?

Underoos : You don’t have to come all the way out. I can video call?

Tony : Or, you could open the door?

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Tony : Just dropped May off. Thanks for the visit. Feel better, love you!

Underoos : Love you too, Dad

[stranger-stark-montgomery]

Dean Winchester Fluff

My girl @larajadeschmidt13 is feelin a bit down so I decided to write her a lil blurby thing to cheer her up :) love ya girl 😘 *** "Baby I'm home" Dean called as he stepped through the front door. He braced himself for the impact of his fiance's body slamming into him as she ran to greet him as per usual, but to no avail. "Hon?" He called again, brows furrowed. He made his way to your shared bedroom, kicking his boots off along the way. "I'm in here" you said from your position on the bed. You lay propped up against the headboard, two packs of ice on your feet. "Baby? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Dean asked frantically as he rushed to your side, checking over your body for any injuries. You giggle and try to sit up a bit. "I'm fine... Just slowly dying inside. I got called into work and ended up having to close tonight, my feet hurt so. Fucking. Bad. I can't even walk." You explained, groaning as you situated your legs. "Oh baby... Here." Dean said handing you your drink. "I'll be right back." And with that he disappeared from the room. He returned minutes later with your favorite snack and had you sit up while he fluffed your pillow. He popped your favorite movie in and lay on his side at your feet so you could see the tv. Picking up the ice pack, he immediately searched your eyes when you hissed at the pain. "I'm sorry" he said hurriedly. "No no it's fine- you don't have to do that-" "No, actually I do. It's my job as your future husband to take care of you. Now lie back and relax." He soothed as he gently took your foot in his hand and rubbed slow circles into it with his thumbs. "Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?" "Okay, Dean" you replied, exhaling slowly as you finally began to relax. How you got lucky enough to score a man like Dean is beyond you. But damn, you weren't complainin.

[kaoruyo]

Whispers in the Dark (Kaitlyn x MC)

A/N: Because for some reason I can't insert picture in ask so I post it here. I can't even post it on desktop lmao, so this is on mobile. Thank you for the prompt @lovearyn I have fun writing it 😘 sorry for the not so creative title lmao. The MC name is Remi as per your request, Your Majesty.

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The sound of hasty footsteps echoes in an empty hallway of the closed campus. Along with it is a series of laughter and giggles.

“I bet you won’t be able to beat me to the pool!”

A silvery voice rings the silent corridor as the owner of the voice, Kaitlyn, dashes through it into the dark passage. Her face is lit by the moonlight that seeps through the window, making it gleams.

“Oh the game is so on, young lady!”

Behind her was Remi, who speeds up after her.

Together, they runs through the dark alleyway after they previously break into their campus. It’s been a while since they graduate Hartfield and they are up to some mischiefs tonight. The mischief includes sneaking inside campus at midnight, and rushing into the pool.

“I win!” Kaitlyn reaches the side of pool first and halts just in time not to dive into the pool.

“Geez!” Remi halts beside her, her breathe is ragged from all the running. She isn’t expecting to get defeated by Kaitlyn who claims to be weak at sport.

“I told you I’ll win!” Kaitlyn raises her chin up, showing her smug face.

Remi rolls her eyes, yet she can’t stop smiling at the sight of her girlfriend. She’s beautiful. She has always been.

It’s been years since they first met, yet Remi can still remember the moments she spends with Kaitlyn. For them to come back to their old college and goofing off together, she can’t ask anything better than this.

“Okay, okay, you win, Princess.” Remi teases Kaitlyn as she pinches her cheeks. Just then, she has better idea to make the night more eventful.

“You know, Kait, you look so gorgeous tonight,” Remi states, making Kaitlyn blushes, “it makes me want to kiss you.”

Remi cups Kaitlyn’s face on her hands as she leans closer. Remi smirks when she notices Kaitlyn has closed her eyes, waiting for the long-awaited kiss.

With a light push, Remi sends Kaitlyn down underwater.

Splash!

Kaitlyn gasps in surprise as she comes up on the surface. She frowns when she notices Remi trying to hold her laughter.

“That was mean!” Kaitlyn pouts.

Remi finally can’t hold back anymore as she burst out laughing, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” she said in between her laughs.

“Now my clothes are all wet! Even though I already used my bikini under it,” Kaitlyn grumbles, she looks up to find Remi still laughing at her, “now you either join me or I’ll not talk to you for a week!”

“Oh no, milady, I’ve told you I won’t join you swimming. It’s autumn and it’s freezing.” Remi shook her head in disapproval.

“Oh you will!” Kaitlyn rushed to the side of the pool, her hand reaching for Remi who already moves a step away from the pool.

Kaitlyn eventually manages to grab Remi’s pants and sends her falling to the pool.

This time, Kaitlyn is the one who laughs at her girlfriend. Oh what a sweet revenge.

A minute passes, yet Remi hasn’t come up to the surface.

“Um, dear?” Kaitlyn asks which replied by silence. It takes a moment for her to find out that something is not right.

Hurriedly, Kaitlyn dives inside the pool. Helped by the moonlight, Kaitlyn swims in the darkness and finds Remi floating underwater with her eyes closed.

Kaitlyn took her in her arms, shaking her shoulder for no response. Kaitlyn begins to panic as she has no idea what to do.

Suddenly, Kaitlyn is pulled down, and she feels a pair of soft lips rest on hers. Kaitlyn realizes what’s happening as she deepens the kiss.

Seconds later, the lovebirds swim up to the surface, grasping for air.

“You dork!” Kaitlyn not so playfully punches Remi on her shoulder.

Remi giggles as she has successfully pranked the prankster.

“I love you.” Remi whispers.

Kaitlyn stares at her before leaning in for a kiss, with the moon as the background.