#don't cough or I'll blow away

[rapmonkive]

That sounded perverted let's be real. But I get what you mean. I cried with alot of your songs

I thought it sounded violent, but we'll go with perverted.

No crying, though if you cry then I will use fairy magic to turn your tears into diamonds.

[yuuchama]

Vil Schoenheit making a rare blunder and accidentally falling off of his broom during P.E. class.

Onlookers stop what they're doing to rush and go help him. He shouts at them to stay away, don't come near. Only the Prefect is permitted to approach.

You hurry to Vil's side. He's flat on his back, covered in dirt and grass stains. The broom fell aground over a dozen feet away. His arms are crossed protectively over his face and part of his elbow is starting to turn red with bruising.

"You're in pretty bad shape but I'll run and grab the nurse, or even Coach Vargas. He'll know what to do," you assure him. "Wait right here."

Vil coughs and shakily breathes out, "no, don't. I need..."

The way he trails off is concerning. You grab Vil's hand, guiding it away from his face now that he's safe, and hunch over to hear better. His eyes are closed and he turns his head ever so gently to the side.

You grip tighter in reassurance. "A bandage? A medic? Tell me, Vil. I'm here for you."

"I need," he rasps, "a tailor."

You are sworn to secrecy about the incident once it all blows over. Nobody can ever know that Vil Schoenheit ripped his pants during P.E. Not a soul.

[missmoonfrost]

Before they even know themselves

Sirius: *Grabbing his third butterbeer.* Remus: Enough. You do remember there's school tomorrow, right? Sirius: Shut up. Remus: Sirius: *Sighing and putting the beer back without opening it.* Remus: *Still reading at 2 in the morning.* Sirius: You do remember we have class tomorrow, don't you? Remus: Stop talking to me. Sirius: Remus: *Putting away the book and blowing out the candle.* Sirius: *Putting on his quidditch uniform while coughing.* Remus: You have a cold. You are not going to practice. Sirius: Try to stop me! Remus: Sirius: Fine! *throws his hands up* Remus: *Limping around the day after the full moon* Sirius: Sit down! If you're not going to use the crutch Madam Pomfrey gave you you're staying in bed. Remus: Make me! Sirius: Remus: Alright, alright. Give me that book and I'll stay put. James: You two are like an old married couple. You love each other so much. Remus: This idiot? Pfft! Sirius: Did you lick a hallucinogenic toad or something? James: Whatever you say, guys. Still makes me happy.

[alastor-simp]

Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust X Reader

Its time to write for the hot spider now. Enjoy Everyone!

It was a slow day in hotel today. Compared to the ongoing chaos that usually happens with either fights or Sir Pentious blowing up a portion of the building with his inventions, it was a normal chill day. Laying on the couch in the lobby, your eyes roamed around the room and gazed at the other residents, as staring at your cell phone was not aiding with your boredom. Charlie and Vaggie happened to be constructing more advertisements for the hotel, as the table was covered with glitter and colorful stickers, yep this was definitely all Charlie's idea, but watching her and Vaggie being couple goals was wholesome. Husk was shuffling a bunch of cards in his hands, wearing a smile for once while Niffty was watching him in awe, eye sparkling with amazement. Alastor resided in the chair next to yours, humming a catchy tune as his focus was drawn to the newspaper in his hands. Sir Pentious was in the corner of his room, assembling a puzzle as his Egg Bois were watching and helping him look for the proper pieces. After scanning the room a bit more, there was a lack of a porn-star demon in the room. Odd? Usually Angel would be flamboyantly chatting away, which caused many eyes to roll at his antics, well, mostly Vaggie and Husk. Slowly rising from the couch, you waved your hand in front of the two females in front of you, hoping to draw their attention. "Yes, Y/N? Is something wrong?" Charlie said, looking up at you with a bright smile, while her hair was covered in pink glitter and some traces of crayons on her red-dotted cheeks. "Sorry for bothering you while working on your project, but have you seen Angel since this morning?" Worried eyes stared at Charlies as you saw her smile fall and she shook her head no. Vaggie, on the other hand, was quick to answer your question, clear frustration on her face. "That estúpido is probably still sleeping the day away in his room! UGH! You think he get off his lazy a** and help around a bit!" Vaggie blared out, drawing the attention of the others in the lobby before continuing with their activities.

A cough was heard next to you, as Alastor had folded the newspaper on his lap, before looking at the three of us. "Now my dear Vaggie! While I don't approve of many of Angel's antics! He does work for another employer! So while he may not be pitching in with this ridiculous redemption process! He certainly has his hands full with other business!" Wow, you weren't expecting Alastor to defend Angel a bit. Maybe he does care about the others a bit, despite his enormous ego. Vaggie's eyes glared with rage at Alastor, probably for jumping into the conversation when nobody asked for his opinion, but she relaxed once she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder. Thinking more about it, you remembered that Angel had to work for the gross moth guy, Valentino. That man was so creepy and his actions towards Angel made you sick to your stomach. Honestly if you were as strong as Alastor, that man's head would be mounted on the wall. But, Angel has been in his room since 8 AM. He didn't even have breakfast. "I'll go bring him some food and check on him" You announced, as you got up from the couch and started to head to the kitchen. The sounds of tap shoes appeared from behind you, as you turned and realized Alastor was following behind you! "AH! I will help you my dear!" His smile was outstretched across his face, while he walked with a slight jump in his step and hands folded behind his back. Smiling back at Al, you both headed to the kitchen to make something for Angel.

Angel was Italian from what you recalled during one of your conversations as he was ranting about a client and calling them multiple Italian curse words. Deciding on an Italian dish for him, both you and Alastor agreed to make some Penne Alla Vodka. Alastor was helping with the vodka sauce, adding in the tomato paste and crushed pepper flakes while you were cooking the pasta to al dente. Gazing at the pasta cooking, your thoughts wondered back to what Al said in the lobby. "Um, Alastor?" You asked, while your hands kept stirring the pasta in the pot. Alastor was humming a tune, before he stopped and gazed at you, listening to what you had to say. "Thanks for what you said back there about Angel." Softly gazing at him, Al continued to stare at you, his signature smile dropping down to a soft one. "He is a valuable patron of this establishment! While I don't really care much about him and the others, I prefer him more when he is in a jovial mood then a depressed one!" Alastor answered with an aloff attitude, yet you could see in his red eyes that he somewhat cared about Angel, despite his strong dislike of him always attempting to get touchy with him. Focusing more on Al and leaving the pasta for a minute to continue boiling, your feet carried you over to where Alastor stood. "I assume you say you don't care because of your reputation, yet here you are cooking a meal for Angel Dust with me. Seems like your actions contradict your words Alastor." Silence filled the kitchen as both you and Alastor were having a stare-off, wondering which one would speak first. Crimson eyes gazed into yours, as they glanced down back to the cooking sauce.

Maybe you overstepped it a bit. Stepping back from your position, you eyed the pasta pot that you left unattended. A warm hand had caught your wrist before you could leave, and you turned to see Alastor gazing at you, smile still prominent yet his eyes were stern. "Angel my dear, is under contract with one of the three V's, Valentino! I don't know or care about how he conducts his business! However! His actions towards Angel are something I do not particularly enjoy! While watching the scum of hell suffer through torment and despair is quite enjoyable. Seeing Angel suffering from that p̸̨͎̏͜i̶̛̼͉̚g̵̢̒̓ ̴͓͓̂͊̐m̵̟̔̑̌ỏ̶͎̻͇͝ṭ̵͆̂̈́ḥ̸̱͌ ̷͍̫̰̉ȯ̵̲̙͍͒ü̷̧̗ͅț̸̜̟̆͂r̶̯͌a̴̜͆̽g̵̩̓̍̾ē̴͎̪̚s̴͍͍͇̒ ̷̬̣͊̃̋ḿ̸̦̞̥e̷͕̋!” Radio dials flickered on Alastors face for a split second, then turning back to normal . Observing all of this through your eyes, you apologized to Al if you spoke out of turn, but your apology was cut off when the hand on your wrist made its way to your cheek. Alastor said there was no need for apologies, and gestured back to cooking the meal, as burnt pasta wouldn't be very appetizing for Angel. The both of you stood back at your pasta creation, feeling proud that it looked incredible. With a snap of his fingers, the plate was then transported on a tray and topped with a metal cover. Alastor picked up the tray and handed it to you. "Run along now my dear!" Two hands were placed on your back, as they pushed you out of the kitchen, and leaving you alone with the tray in your hands.

Heading over to Angel's room, you knocked on the door and called out his name. No response was given back, so you tried to open the door. Surprisingly the door was unlocked and you made your way inside. Angel's room was shrouded in a neon pink glow. Numerous posters covered the walls, and various clothes and wigs were scattered all over the room. His room smelled like sweet cotton candy along with smoke that was coming from the ash tray. In the corner of the room was Fat Nuggets, Angels pet pig. It was sleeping on its back, while covered in a soft pink blanket. Next to the small bed was the large queen sized bed that a certain spider was laying on. The blanket was half off the bed, leaving some part of Angels legs uncovered while his back was facing you. Placing the tray near the nightstand, you slowly approached Angel and placed your hand on his shoulder. Calling out his name and giving him a little shake had no effect on him as he continued to sleep. "Angel? Come on. Wake up. Me and Al made you some food." Angel still remained asleep. "Angel. The food will get co-" Your words were interrupted as four pairs of arms grabbed you and pulled you closer. Your face landed in something fluffy, as you realized that Angel had pulled you into his fluffy chest, and his legs began to wrap around you, locking you in place. "Mmph! Angel!" Calling out his name, you tried to remove yourself from the fluffiness, but Angels arms were holding you in place. "Oh~! Do it harder!" Angel was sleep talking, as he squeezed you tighter like a plushie. Great! He's hugging you while having a dirty dream. Wiggling a bit more, you realized that Angel wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh lord! Please tell me hes wearing pants at least. Luckily you looked down and saw that he was thankfully wearing underwear. You couldn't imagine the awkward situation if he was fully naked and hugging you like this.

Trying to move one of your hands, you resorted to poking Angel's belly, seeing if that would be able to wake him up. Angel soon let out a groan and began to slowly wake up. "Ughhhh. Huh?" Angel was slowly beginning to realize he was holding someone. Looking down, he saw you wrapped in his arms, face full of his chest fluff. "Heh~ Heya toots~. Were ya that desperate for my services~?" Angel wiggled his eyebrows at you, as he continued to smirk at you. Moving your head a bit from the fluff, you shook your head no. "I came to see if you were okay? You have been sleeping since the morning and missed breakfast. The others and me were worried. Alastor and I also made you some pasta to eat." Angel's smirk quickly disappeared and he looked at you in shock, before gazing at the clock on the wall, which read 2:34 PM. Damn he slept for that long? Figures after all the services he had to perform at Valentino's club. His body was tired out and his mental state deteriorated a lot yesterday. He was honestly surprised that the others actually gave a f*** about him, and wanted to see how he was doing. He ain't use to all that mushy s***. Still it warmed his heart a bit. Heaving a sigh, Angel slowly released you, allowing you to moved and stand back up next to the bed. The blanket was still covering his lower body as he began to sit up on the bed. "Had a busy day last night toots. Lot of pole dancing and what not." Angel moved his hair fluff with his hands, attempting to soothe the hairs that were out of place. He was still smiling, but the sadness in his eyes was visible. He was exhausted beyond belief and you knew who was to blame for that. Moving your hand towards him, you placed it on his cheek, startling him a bit as he stared at you confused. "Are you really okay?" Your voiced was laced with concern, as you continued to stare at Angel, waiting for him to respond. "Pfft! I'm fine toots! Doing all that dirty stuff is no problem for me given my amazing stamina~. Hell! I could last a whole day and wouldn't break a sweat! HAHAHAHA!" He was putting on an act. You could tell based on how he was smiling that he was forcing it. "Angel. Don't lie to me." Your voice raised a bit higher, letting Angel know you were being serious. Angel caught on to that and removed your hand from his cheek. "What the f*** is your problem, toots? I told ya I'm fine so deal with it." His face turned away from you, as he waved his hands at you, telling you to piss off. That was the last straw.

Grabbing both of his cheeks, you pulled his face to look back at yours, as his eyes were filled with shock. "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE! STOP LYING TO ME AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH! Anger filled your eyes as you continued to stare into Angels own. His multicolored irises continued to gaze at you, as his mouth was left agape. Slowly, those eyes staring back at you began to fill with tears. Seeing his tears, you pulled Angel closer to you, and placed his head on your chest, hugging him close to you. His body moved off the bed, to where he was standing on his knees, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, almost as if you would disappear in front of him. He was bawling his eyes out on your chest. You hugged him closer and moved one of your hands to his hair, patting his white floof. The both of you stayed like that for a full 5 minutes before Angel's loud bawls slowly began to turn into soft sobs. Moving from his position, Angel moved his head a bit so he could look you in the eyes. "S-orry toots. I think I got your shirt wet." Chuckling, you patted his head and told him it was alright. Lifting him up from his position, you carried him back to sit on the bed. Grabbing the plate from under the tray, you walked back and sat on the bed and handed Angel the plate. "Its penne al vodka. I remembered that you liked Italian food so me and Al whipped this up for you. Wiping the tears on his face, Angel grabbed the plate and stared at it, before looking back at you with a soft smile. "Heh, if Smiles and you made this together, its going to taste incredible." You continued to watch Angel as he slowly began to eat the pasta, mumbling how good it was with his mouth full. Once he finished, you grabbed the plate and placed it back on the night stand, and returned back to Angel. Grabbing a napkin as well, you cleaned his mouth to help remove the extra sauce that remained there. Angel's face actually turned a shade of red at your actions. Damn, how sweet can you be?

"You feeling a bit better? Want to head down to the lobby?" You asked Angel, as you stood in front of him, smiling kindly at him. His eyes turned to the ceiling in thought, contemplating it. "Hmmm~ Nah~!" Angels arms surrounded you again, as he pulled you back towards him. His back hit the bed while his head was cushioned by the soft pillows while you were placed on top of him, right back into his chest fluff. "What?! Angel?!" Mumbling into this chest floof, you tried to push yourself off, but his arms had you trapped again, and he tangled his legs with yours. His eyes were gazing at with mischievously, and his sharp-tooth smile was in front of your eyes. "Come on, toots. Ya never had a lazy day before? Ain't against the law to sleep all day." Angel squeezed you closer, pushing your face more into his chest fluff. My lord, he was so soft! Not only was he soft, but he smelled amazing. You were going to get addicted to this. Seeing you stop resisting, Angel continued to smile down at you, as he moved one of his arms to pat your head. "Ya should consider yourself lucky! Not everyone gets to experience my chest fluff service~. Ya should enjoy it while it last toots~." Winking down at you, Angel continued to smiled down at you, as you felt your face heat up while laying on his chest. You continued to stare at him, and saw that he actually looked a lot better, as his eyes were a bit brighter and the smile on his face seemed more genuine. Your eyes were slowly beginning to close as the sensation of Angel patting your head and his cozy fluff was making you sleepy. Pretty soon, your eyes drew to a close and you fell into a deep slumber. Angel watched as you had fallen asleep, before bending his head down, to give you a peck on the forehead, before placing his head back on the pillow. "Thanks, y/n." He whispered to himself, as he squeezed you a bit more, and went back to sleep.

Peeping through the crack in the door, Charlie and the others had seen the whole thing. Charlie was hopping up and down, like a rabbit as her eyes were beaming with heart eyes. "Ohh! They are so cute!" Vaggie was shaking Charlie to try to get her to calm down, and also to lower her voice, so she wouldn't wake the both of you up. Husk was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, appearing not to care, but he did smile a bit at both you and Angel on the bed. Niffty was zipping back in forth in glee, matching Charlies energy. Sir Pentious was gazing at the both of you with a soft smile, while his Egg Bois were crying, finding the moment in front of them super sweet and adorable. Alastor was standing with his microphone in hand, smiling as always as he observed both you and Angel. Snapping his fingers, his powers had slowly closed Angels door and locked it. Looking back at the others, he placed his one finger against his mouth, letting out a quiet shush as he gestured for everyone to go back to the lobby and let the both of you rest.

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@91062854-ka

[ariestrxsh]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, fluff, innocence corruption, religious/purity kink, masturbation, dry humping, mommy kink, use of sex toys, sub!virgin!matt, experienced!pervy!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 author's note: the whole basis of this series is that matt is a pure little christian boy whose innocence gets corrupted by his dommy mommy neighbor, and it may offend you if you're religious, so please don't read if it's going to upset you! 💖 here are parts one and two. enjoy!

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: while beginning to open up to you and trust you more, matt decides to loosen his morals and test the waters with you, exploring the sacrilegious world of mind-altering substances and pre-marital sex.

me & u part three

Later that evening, after the two of you cleaned yourselves up along with the remnants of paint-covered plastic that was scattered about Matt's bedroom, you and Matt decided to go up to your treehouse to watch the sunset descend below the horizon. He followed you through your gate and up the rope ladder to your treehouse. You rolled and lit up another joint.

While Matt was still reserved, you could feel him opening up to you and becoming more comfortable in your presence, and you liked that. Matt sprawled out on his back on the wooden floor and watched a cloud of smoke escape your lips and dance around the atmosphere before being sucked out of the treehouse window. "Why do you like to smoke?" Matt wondered aloud. "Same reason you like to masturbate," you smirked at him.

"What's it feel like to be high?" He wondered, watching you take another puff. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain. It makes you feel all weightless and airy, and it feels good. Sometimes it makes you giggle a lot or get the munchies," you relayed to him. "I-I think I want to try it," Matt admitted, looking up at you from his reclined position. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Are you sure? Why?" You pondered, narrowing your gaze at him, curious as to what changed his mind between today and the day before. "Well, I've been thinking about what you said the other day about caffeine being a mind-altering drug, and I have caffeine almost every day," Matt told you. "So, I feel like I'm not being very consistent if I refuse to try a drug just because it's a drug when I drink coffee," he told you.

"Okay, I'm just letting you know now, it's going to affect you way more than coffee," you responded. "Hit me with it," Matt confidently said. "If you say so," you smirked at him. He went to reach for the joint, but instead of passing it to him, you took this opportunity to climb on top of him and straddle him. Matt stared in awe at your confidence, and he immediately grew hard beneath you.

"Just inhale when I blow it out," you directed him, taking a drag. You took both Matt's wrists and pinned them above his head, making sure not to burn him with the cherry of your joint. You leaned down and slowly blew the smoke into Matt's slightly parted lips, brushing yours against his. He moaned against you while you gently kissed him after you exhaled into his mouth.

You pulled away, realeasing his wrists but still straddling him. You watched as he breathed out the smoke and started violently coughing, covering his face with his elbow. "You okay?" You asked him, and he nodded, but he was still choking on the smoke, and tears started welling in his eyes.

"Here, sit up. I'm going to go get you a glass of water and some snacks for when you start feeling it," you responded, climbing off of him and helping him to a sitting position. "I'll be right back," you whispered, rubbing his back before climbing down your rope ladder.

Matt wiped away the tears that had formed after he'd stopped couging, and he peered up at the sunset straight ahead and admired the way the orange and pink shades bled into each other. He could see why you liked to spend so much time here, and he felt honored that you were willing to share such a sacred space with him.

It wasn't sacred to him in the way that church was, but he could tell it held that quality to you. This was your church. It was a place you went to find peace and quiet, a space where you'd sort out your feelings, and a safe haven where you could go enjoy the simple pleasures life had to offer.

He felt the lightness in his body from the marijuana, and he calmly waited until you were climbing back up the rope ladder. "Here," you said, extending the glass of water to him. He gazed down in awe at it, enthralled by the life-giving elixir you were handing him. "Wow," he whispered, looking at it wide-eyed.

"Are you going to take it?" You giggled, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh, yeah. Sorry," he said, taking the glass from you and beginning to drink it. "This is the most amazing cup of water I've ever had," Matt replied, gulping more of it down while you pulled all the snacks you'd brought him out of a bag. "Here, I brought you some funyuns, some chocolate-covered pretzels, some sour candy, some beef jerky, a sandwich, and a root beer. Eat as much as you want," you told him, smiling at him and laying them out in front of him.

"You know, you're the nicest girl I've ever met," Matt smiled at you with his glazed over expression while he went to grab the bag of funyuns and the root beer. "Nicest? I don't know if I've ever gotten that compliment before," you snorted, well-aware that you were an abrasive and overbearing kind of person, and people didn't usually use the word nice to describe you.

"You're also the prettiest girl I've ever met," Matt told you with a mouthful of funyuns. You blushed and smiled. "You're the most handsome boy I've ever met," you returned the compliment, tapping him on the nose with the tip of your finger. "How do you feel, handsome boy?" You asked Matt, who was taking a sip of his soda. "I think I feel pretty high," he peered over at you with heavy eyelids, and you giggled. "You look pretty high."

"You know, you're like a fairy. You live in your little treehouse, and you have your elixirs and your potions," Matt stared lovingly at you. "A fairy? That's generous. I'm more like a gnome or a troll," you chuckled. "No. To me, you're a fairy," Matt grinned at you.

"Oh man. My dad is going to be expecting me home for dinner soon, but I can't let him see me like this," Matt said in a concerned voice, snapping back to reality. "Don't worry. Let's send him a text and tell him you're having dinner with my mom and me tonight," you suggested, holding out your palm for him to offer up his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and placed it in your hand.

"Hey, dad. I'm staying for dinner at the neighbor girl's house. I'll be home in a couple of hours," you read out loud while you typed. "Don't forget to say I love you. My dad and I always tell each other that at the end of conversations," Matt muttered to you with his mouth full, dipping his hand into the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels.

"Of course you guys do," you replied with a twinge of jealousy in your voice as you finished typing out the text. "Don't your mom and dad tell you they love you?" He asked. "I mean, yeah. Just not all that often," you replied, lighting up the joint again. "But it's fine. I don't need that," you responded, avoiding eye contact and shrugging.

Matt could tell that under your tough persona that there was a softness to you. "Well, I'd tell you that every day," Matt smiled at you while he crunched pretzels between his teeth. "Are you saying you love me?" You widened your eyes at him, taking one of the chocolate-covered pretzels out of the bag Matt was holding.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I haven't known you for long, but if our next interaction is never promised, which it never is, I'd want you to know I love you," Matt replied, smiling at you. "I love you, too, Matt Sturniolo," you replied, taking another drag.

You weren't a very soft person. In fact, you'd worked to become as stoic and unreadable as possible, but there was something about Matt that softened you, melted your heart, and made it easy for you to let your guard down around him.

"You know, being high makes me kind of horny," your eyes flicked up at Matt's, and you deviously grinned at him. "What are you going to do about it?" Matt gave you a serious look, almost as if challenging you. You raised a brow in his direction. You loved it when Matt egged you on.

You silently crawled over towards him, still holding your lit joint, and you put your legs on either side of his, straddling him again. You leaned down and whispered into his ear. "What I'm gonna do about it is fuck you so good. Give you the kind of pussy you won't mind going to hell for," your warm breath tickled his earlobe.

Matt whimpered at your words, and you felt his cock twitch against your clothed cunt. "But not tonight," you teased him, pulling back and gazing at him. You could tell in his facial expression that he was intimidated by you, but you could also see a craving in his blue eyes. "W-why not tonight?" Matt innocently asked, somewhat disappointed.

"The first lesson in sex is don't ever underestimate the power of the anticipation leading up to the act," you responded in a low, seductive voice, beginning to roll your hips against Matt's while you held eye contact.

A million thoughts were racing through Matt's mind. He knew he shouldn't be letting you rub up against his lap like that, and he knew he shouldn't be smoking weed, but there he was, high as a kite as you were grinding on him and he loved every second of it. He let out a soft whine as you shifted your weight around on him. "You can touch me, you know," you whispered to him, taking a drag off your joint. He was taken aback. Of course, he wanted to, but he wasn't sure if he knew how.

His hands hesitantly wandered until they were on your waist, and he initiated a kiss, brushing his nose against yours and tilting your head towards his. His lips clumsily crashed into yours while you continued riding him. He whimpered against your mouth, your tongue begging for entrance into his. His wandering hands soon curiously traveled to your ass. "Is this okay?" He timidly asked, pulling away from the kiss, and you slowly nodded at him, smiling.

You could feel him hardening beneath you as you teased him. You couldn't deny how good it felt, and with every rock of your hips, you both let out a satisfied moan. He squeezed your bottom as he started nearing his orgasm. You loved how simple it was and how responsive he was to your every touch. "Please don't stop," he managed to get out in the midst of his pleasure. "I wouldn't dream of it," you responded in a dreamy voice, rutting up against his member.

His head fell back and made a quiet thump as it hit the wall of your treehouse, and he let out a loud, needy groan. You peered down in awe at the wet spot on the front of his jeans, realizing you'd made him cum again without even directly touching him. "Wow. That was easy," you told him, nibbling on your lip while you hungrily stared into his bedroom eyes. "That was amazing," Matt told you, catching his breath.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The next morning, you groggily stumbled out of bed, reminiscing on the night before and the way you and Matt had shared such an intimate moment together. You still couldn't believe he had chosen to get high with you. Matt had waited until his dad had fallen asleep before sneaking back into his house, still stoned from having smoked several hours before. Luckily, he'd made it inside without having to face him.

You reluctantly dragged yourself from your cozy bed and started getting ready for work. You hadn't been awake for long when your phone start buzzing against your dresser. When you peered down at the screen, you saw it was Matt calling. "Hey you," you smiled into the phone, rifling through the mess of clothes in your closet.

"Hey. Sorry to bother you. I just saw your light come on in your room, and I was wondering what you were doing up so early," Matt said, sitting at his desk and taking a sip of his morning coffee. "Are you spying on me?" You jokingly accused him, peering out of your window into his room. "Yeah, whatever. You spied on me first," Matt waved to you from his desk chair.

"The green fits you so well," you told Matt, admiring the new paint on his walls. "Thanks," he smiled. "My shift starts in like 45 minutes, so I'm begrudgingly getting dressed. Look away," you replied, pulling down your pajama bottoms while you glanced back at Matt across the way. "What happens if I don't?" Matt asked, unable to take his eyes off you and the way you looked standing in your underwear, gazing back at him. "Then Jesus will know!" You teased him. He rolled his eyes and chuckled into the phone.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, slipping out of your panties. "Just having some coffee and journaling. Oh, and getting like, the world's hottest striptease," he replied, watching you still. "Sounds hot. Coffee sounds so good right now. Well, I should really finish getting ready, but I'd love to hang out after my shift. I'm off at 3 p.m.," you responded, pulling on a pair of jean shorts.

"Sure. Maybe I'll come see you at work," he told you. "Yeah? What are you looking to buy a pocket pussy or something from me?" You teased him. "Only if you sell me on one," he joked. "I'll catch you later, Matt," you giggled into the phone before you hung up. You took off your top and peered back over at Matt who was still visible in your window. You winked and walked out of view, stepping deeper into your closet.

A few hours into your shift, you were reorganizing some of the lingerie when your coworker Carly nudged you. "Isn't that the guy you came in here with the other day?" You glanced up to see Matt walking into the shop, holding a frozen caramel coffee in his hand. He gave you that same shy smile and gentle wave as the first day you'd met him. You made your way over to him, smiling from ear to ear.

"Awh, Matt. Did you bring me a coffee?" You asked, motioning at the drink in his hand. "Yeah," he said, handing it off to you. "Also, this is embarrassing.." he started to say, lowering his voice. "What's up?" You tilted your head, looking at him sympathetically. "I'm here for more than just to see you and bring you a coffee," Matt blushed. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, picking up on what he was trying to say.

"Are you here as a customer?" You wondered out loud. "Look, I've never done this before. But can you give me a recommendation?" Matt quietly asked, his eyes darting around the shop as if he were worried about seeing someone he knew. "This is so hot. I can't believe I get to help you pick out your first sex toy!" You practically shouted, turning heads and drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity. Matt shushed you while blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me," Matt mumbled, hiding his face. "Matt, everyone who's in here is here for their sexual needs. Why would they be judging you?" You rolled your eyes, smiling at him and grabbing him by the hand. You pulled him over to the men's sex toy section.

"Unfortunately, there aren't quite as many options for men, but are you looking for like a cock ring or a fleshlight? Maybe a butt plug?" You asked, picking one up and dangling it in his face. "Uh, no. I think that's a little advanced for me," Matt giggled, taking it out of your hand and putting it back down. "Just pick me out something that's not too weird."

"Well, Matt, weird is subjective," you responded, grinning at how flustered he was. He rolled his eyes, still blushing. "I think I know what you should get. Follow me," you responded, leading him down the aisle. "Now, I'm not a man, so I can't tell you from personal experience how good this one is, but it has great reviews on our website," you told him, picking up a packaged fleshlight and putting it in his hand. "The inside of it is really textured and made of a really soft material. A lot of men say that if you use lube, it feels almost as good as actual sex."

"Well, I wouldn't know," Matt rubbed the back of his neck, nervously laughing. "Well, when we inevitably fuck, you can tell me how true that is," you whispered into his ear. "Anyway, it's really discreet, and according to a lot of male customers we have, it feels really good," you told him. He stared at you needily and nodded as you told him about it, still hung up on the comment about the two of you inevitably having sex.

"Let's get you some lube and some toy cleaner, too," you smiled at him, leading the way towards the front. You gave him the rundown on how to clean it and store it, and you bagged everything up for him. "Here you go," you said, smiling at Matt and handing it over to him. "Don't I need to pay for it?" Matt inquired. "No, I'll pay for it later. That way I can use my employee discount," you told him. "That's sweet of you. You don't have to do that," Matt replied.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. The only rule is, you can't use it on yourself until I get off shift," you bit your lip at him. "That's like four hours from now," he pouted at you. "Be a good boy and wait until mommy gets home, okay?" You whispered, looking into his eyes. "Okay, fine," Matt huffed at you.

"Oh, hey, pretty boy. You decide to come back and get something for yourself?" Carly appeared out of nowhere. Matt timidly looked at her and slowly nodded. "That's hot. You have to come back and tell us how good it made you feel," your coworker seductively looked him up and down while she chewed on her lip. He nodded again.

"I'll see you later, Matt," you told him before he left the shop. "I don't know what you did to that boy, but he's under your spell," Carly smirked at you before wandering off to another part of the store.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Matt had already been playing heavily on your mind since you'd met him, but by the time you clocked out, all you could think about was how he would look and sound while using his new fleshlight.

When you got home, you took a shower, washed the day from your skin, and slipped into a comfortable over-sized shirt. You called up Matt while you were standing in your bedroom, gazing through your window at the cute boy laying in his bed. "Hey," he answered the phone, trying not to sound too excited, looking back at you.

"I have a weird request," you nibbled on your lip. "What is it?" Matt wondered. "I want to watch you use your new toy from here," you nervously replied, smirking as the words left your mouth. "At least you asked this time," Matt teased you, smiling at you. "And if you could stay on the phone with me while you use it, I'd really like that," you admitted.

"That would be really hot," Matt responded. "You haven't used it yet, have you, baby?" You cooed. "No, I've been a really good boy," he needily replied. He started slowly unzipping his jeans, and you could see it through the window and hear it through the phone.

He pulled out his aching cock and reached for the lube you'd recommended to him earlier. You heard him pop the lid open, and you could hear his soft groans as he applied it. He already had his fleshlight within reach like he was waiting to be able to use it.

"Good boy. Why don't you put it in?" You suggested in a seductive whisper. "Yes, mommy," he obeyed you. You watched as his length disappeared into the fleshlight, and you listened as his needy groans filled your ear. "I bet it feels so good," you smirked. "Oh. Mommy, it does," Matt whimpered, stroking himself with his toy. "So much better than my hand," he whined, picking up speed. You felt a wet warmth pooling between your thighs as you watched Matt pleasuring himself.

You couldn't get enough of the way he looked through the window, his head thrown back and his mouth hanging open as more delighted groans poured from his pretty lips. "Keep going. You're such a good boy," you praised him through the phone. "Mommy, please. You're making me dangerously close," Matt whined, fervently jerking himself off with his toy while he basked in your words. "Not yet, baby. Don't cum just yet," you responded quietly. He let out a pained sigh and slowed down his movements to keep himself from finishing too quickly, but he found himself bucking his hips up to continue the wonderful sensation.

"Mommy, can't stop. Mmm. Feels too good," Matt whimpered. You took in the sight of him across the way, tending to his needy cock. "You got this, baby. Hold out just a little bit longer," you cooed into the phone. Matt used every ounce of discipline to keep himself from teetering over the edge as he buried his cock deep into his toy. "Mommy, I keep imagining it's you," he said in a breathy voice. "Don't you dare cum until I say so," you replied in a soft, sensual tone. "Please," he begged. He started picking up speed again, flirting with the idea of finishing despite not having been given permission.

"No, no. Not yet," you teased. He couldn't get enough of the slippery material inside the fleshlight, and the way it fit around his cock so snugly, wondering if that's how you'd feel wrapped around him. With every stroke, he felt himself nearing the tipping point. "Mommy, need to cum. I am begging," he desperately pleaded with you. "Good boy. You waited so patiently. You can cum now. Cum for mommy," you directed him. "Thank you, mommy. Thank you," he whimpered.

His dick started twitching as the knot in his stomach gave way. All his muscles tightened as he finished pumping his cock, blowing his load into his toy until it started dripping out, coating his length with his milky white substance. "Fuck. That was so hot," you told him, rubbing yourself through your panties while he caught his breath. He playfully giggled into the phone.

"This toy is amazing. I've gotta go clean this up."

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[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James is the best boyfriend while you're sick.

Genre: Fluffy <3

Warnings: having a cold, germs, mentions of being contagious? really none lmao i'm just over cautious

~ for my lovely 🍓anon! enjoy! ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

You're convinced you're dying and no matter how much your boyfriend promises you you're not, you still feel miserable.

"No, no," you shake your head, your nose running obnoxiously as you blow into another tissue—you could start a whole collection by now. "you don't u-understand. My body is crumbling as we speak," you tell him as you're curled up in your bed, under a bunch of blankets and wearing James's warmest and favorite sweatshirt.

James sits by you, one hand pressed against your forehead and he frowns, suppressing a small smile. "Is that so? Guess I'll have to glue you back together again then," he hums softly. 

Your eyes narrow and then you cough loudly, your throat hoarse, "You aren't funny."

James feigns hurt. "Ouch," he strokes your hairline with his thumb, looking at you fondly, and then gives in as his eyes soften. "I'm sorry. I can feel you burning up, I know you must feel very ill, hm?" 

You nod, sitting up against the pillows as you cough again. The sound sounds horrible. James leans closer, his expression morphing into concern. Your eyes widen as guilt dawns on you and you panic, pulling away from him. 

"Jamie, no, I'll contaminate you!" you practically shriek.

James raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Contaminate me? Darling, you aren't diseased." 

You sniffle and whisper, "You don't know that." 

James can't help himself. He laughs, and the sound is a beautiful melody as he shakes his head. Still, he listens and pulls away from you. He sits back and thinks for a moment. "I'm gonna run to the store and grab you some things okay, I don't think this cold will disappear on its own, lovely."

You sniffle again, feeling sorry for yourself as you prepare to blow into another tissue. "If you leave me now, I'll surely perish," you state quite dramatically as James stands. He sends you a look as if to say be serious, his dark curls falling before his eyes.

You sniff, sending him a look in return as if to say, I am serious and James just leans over to kiss your forehead and then press another sloppy kiss on your cheek. 

"James!" You exclaim as he kisses you, alarmed.

"If I'm sick, I'm sick," he states seriously, gently cradling your chin as he strokes your skin carefully. "A silly little cold isn't gonna dictate when I can or can't kiss my darling girlfriend."

Your chest loosens at this and you feel a sense of warmth and relief at his words. You want to protest and tell him he's putting himself in harm's way for no reason. But, instead, you relish in the feeling of his lips on your skin and you sink into the pillows as you wait for his return. 

When he does return, you rouse from your small nap and let out a weak cough. Your eyes are bleary as you blink them furiously. "Oh, sweets, have I woken you?" he says in the sweetest voice you've ever heard and you almost melt.

You sit up and rub your eyes as James sits beside you again, resting the glass of water he'd brought in on the bedside table, and then drops the brown paper bag near your hip. He rummages inside and lays out an array of medicine, candies, and almost four boxes of tissues.

Having been feeling a little better from your sleep, you joke, "I'm not dying, am I?"

James chuckles and hands you some medicine for you. You swallow it reluctantly, pouting up at your boyfriend. He rests his hand on your forehead again, smiling.

"No, you aren't dying," he whispers, "far from it. Your temperature seems to have gone down, which is really good."

You nod, still tired as you reach for James's other hand and play with his fingers. "Can you make me some tea?" you ask bashfully. 

James frowns, smiling a little as his fingers gently pinch your cheek. "Of course, love. Don't be embarrassed. I'd move the moon for you."

You cough again, the sound much lighter already. "Kinds dramatic, no?" you whisper.

"No. Not really. It's all true," James pauses, his voice turning serious, "for you, I'd do absolutely anything." He kisses your forehead again, and this time you don't even want to protest. 

tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @fruticake

[nastybuckybarnes]

Under the Stars

Pairing: Ghost X Reader

Summary: You love the way the stars look, and he loves the way you feel beneath them.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), creampie, kinda size kink, like really minor cum-eating ig???

Word Count: 3K

A/n: Okay so i was supposed to move into my new place on october 1st but I only JUST moved this past weekend so everything has been SO Hectic but here you go enjoy this and please enjoy the lovely soft fluff while it lasts 😌 for my marvel babes - dw, i have a whole bunch in progress right now that I hope to pump out soon!

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"Thought I might find you up here."

You hum, not moving from your spot on the roof of the base.

Ghost walks up behind you slowly, rolling up his mask and lighting a cigarette on his way.

"Wha're you doin' out here alone? Shouldn't be roaming far like this."

You peel your eyes away from the sky above you to glance over your shoulder at him.

"The stars. They are so pretty," you whisper, nothing but awe in your voice.

He nods, glancing up at them, then returning his gaze to you.

"The view is especially lovely tonight."

You grin at his compliment then look back up at the sky.

He makes his way closer to you, close enough that you can smell the smoke from his cigarette wafting on the wind.

Your nose wrinkles and you turn around to face him, looking at the offending item with disgust.

He chuckles at the look on your face and takes another drag.

"What? Not a fan?"

You shrug and look at it for a long moment.

"I never tried."

"Do you want to?"

You think about his offer for a moment and then nod, stepping closer.

Instead of offering you a puff, he brings it to his lips and then presses his lips against yours.

He blows the smoke into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip as he withdraws, and you can't help but cough a little. You stare up at him with wide, hungry eyes, and he chuckles softly.

"How do you like it?" He asks, a new warmth to his eyes.

You smack your lips together a few times then look up at him through your lashes.

"I try again?"

He nods, cocking his head to the side in confusion when you push his hand down and lean toward him.

You press your lips to his, tongue darting out immediately to meet his, to taste the cigarette in his mouth.

He lets out a hum of surprise. It's not like his little mouse to initiate intimacy like this.

He responds by deepening the kiss, tossing his cigarette onto the ground and wrapping an arm tightly around your waist, keeping you pinned to his body.

You tug away after a moment, giggling breathlessly like a teenager in love.

"Dangerous game you're playing, mouse," he growls, one hand squeezing the flesh of your backside.

You only tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and bat your eyelashes innocently up at him. Your hands smooth over his chest, up his neck where you knot your fingers in his blond hair.

His free hand finds your hip and squeezes you tightly once in warning.

"Don't start something you can't finish, little one. I'll fuck you right here and you know that."

A shiver ripples down your spine at his brash words. He's so blunt and to the point and it makes heat pool between your legs.

You give his hair a gentle tug and bring your lips toward his ear.

"Maybe... maybe I want that."

He grins and leans down, dragging his nose over your throat until he finds the spot he wants to sink his teeth into.

A soft gasp falls from your lips at the stinging pain, and he's quick to smooth over the spot with his tongue.

"Y'want me to fuck you up here? Where anyone can hear? Anyone could see?"

Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed as you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your smooth neck.

"You hurt men who look at me before. Nobody will look."

If he wasn't so aware of how fucked up he is, he'd probably be ashamed of how hard your statement makes him.

Because it's true. He's killed men for looking at you, touching you, and that's not about to change.

If anyone thinks they can look at you like that, while he's ravishing you, they have another thing coming.

And if a man ever feels bold enough to try to touch you? He'll be praying for death by the time Ghost's done with him.

He grips your jaw tightly and forces your head back so he can assault your mouth with sloppy hot kisses, a new fire sparked within him.

You melt into him with a mewl that he devours, letting him move you around and maneuver you in whatever way he likes.

Why wouldn't you? He's your Ghost, he always takes care of you. And you're sure this will be no exception.

He hoists you up, big hands splaying across your ass when you wrap your legs around his waist.

Your arms wind around his neck and you cling to him, squeaking in surprise at his quick movements.

He's unfazed, peppering kisses down your neck as he lowers himself to his knees with you attached to his body like the added weight is nothing. And to him, it might as well be.

He doesn't even want to think about how easy it would be to manhandle you, to break you if he really wanted to.

Instead, he focuses on how easily you accept his kisses, his hands on your skin, his hips rutting into yours when he lays you on your back.

You dig your head into the ground beneath you when he gives a particularly firm thrust of his hips. Your eyes flutter open and you gasp at the beauty of the scene before you.

Your Ghost, his eyes full of fire and passion, is all-consuming, and he's framed by the most beautiful night sky you think you've ever seen.

You could die happily right here.

But not before an orgasm or two.

Ghost kisses his way up to your mouth, keeping you blissfully occupied as his skilled fingers work the buttons of your pants, shoving them down your legs.

He does the same with your shirt, yanks it up as high as he can and slides a big warm hand into your bra, squeezing one of your breasts and rolling his thumb gingerly over your nipple.

You whine against his mouth, hips rocking desperately, and he chuckles against you.

"Eager, are we?"

Pouting, you pull your lips from his and give him your best puppy dog eyes.

"Ask for what you want, mouse."

Some of the heat from your core floods upward to your face, and you nervously toy with his sweater.

"Want you," you murmur softly, sweetly.

"How do you want me? Where?"

Your eyes meet his and you take the hand on your breast and slowly push it between your legs, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of his skin so close to where you need it most.

"Here, please."

He hums, nodding thoughtfully as he gently strokes his middle finger through your folds, rubbing your clit absentmindedly.

"You want me to play with this pretty little cunt? Is that what you want? Want me to make you cream under the stars, my pretty girl?"

You nod, squirming on the ground beneath him when he leans back and yanks your pants off fully. He pushes between your thighs once more, eyes stuck on your core, and you whine softly.

"Please, Simon."

His eyes snap up to yours at the use of his first name, and he feels the need to comply. To do anything and everything you ask of him.

He holds your gaze as he lowers himself onto his stomach between your legs, and you can't help the butterflies that fill you at the sight, the idea of what he's about to do.

Pushing his mask up the tiniest bit more, he spits on your cunt, grinning when you jolt, a sharp gasp leaving you.

"Be good f'me, wanna taste you."

He hooks his arms under your thighs, hoisting your legs up over his broad shoulders. One big hand is splayed on your lower abdomen while the other grips the top of your thigh tightly as he darts his tongue out and finally gets a taste of that which he craves.

His tongue works slowly at first, almost experimentally. Tasting you, exploring you in a way that no one else has, and that no one else ever will.

His eyes roll back for a moment, and he groans at the taste of you. Tangy and sweet, everything he never knew he needed and so much more.

Once he's satisfied with his first meet, he really gets to work, flattening his hand against you to pin your hips down as he latches his mouth onto your dripping core.

A soft moan falls from your pretty lips and his eyes lock onto your face, watching intently as you begin to make the sweetest little sounds.

His tongue works over your clit, massaging at first before applying more pressure.

"Oh!" You cry out, one hand flying down to the top of his head, grabbing a fistful of his balaclava. He snakes one hand away to cover yours, wrapping your hand around the black fabric and encouraging you to tug it off.

You keep your eyes shut tightly as you do, following his guidance as he drops the black fabric onto the ground then brings your hand back to the top of his head, allowing you to thread your fingers through his hair.

The strands are soft against your skin and you can't help but give a soft tug, smiling when he groans against you.

He immediately gets back to work, sucking your clit into his mouth harshly, relishing in the squeak you let out.

He repeats the action a few times before bringing a hand down to join his mouth.

Two thick fingers push their way inside of you, gently massaging your walls while his mouth continues its assault on your clit.

Your back arches, yanking on his hair a little bit harder as you grind your hips against his face.

He eases a third finger inside of you, spreading them slowly and stretching you out before he begins sliding them in and out. Each time he plunges them deeper, and you cry out when he hits your g-spot.

His eyes are focused on your face, watching as your eyes stay shut. Pretty sounds fall from prettier lips, and he wishes he had a camera out to take a picture of you when your orgasm washes over you.

Your mouth drops open and your core clenches, squeezing his fingers to the point he has no room to keep thrusting.

Your thighs clench tightly around his ears, and your nails scratch deliciously at his scalp.

Your shoulders shudder and you suck in a sharp breath, a quivering moan leaving you as you rock your hips through your high.

He slowly pulls his mouth off of your cunt, kissing his way up your body, stopping for a moment to pay close attention to each breast.

His tongue flutters around your nipple, teeth grazing lightly before he repeats the action on the other side. He slips his fingers from your heat, leaving only his middle finger inside of you, pumping shallowly.

Finally, his lips meet yours and you can't help but gasp, immediately melting into it. You can taste yourself on his mouth and it only makes you hungrier, more desperate for him.

"More," you whisper against his mouth, rocking your hips into his hand.

He chuckles, pulling away and latching his mouth onto your neck.

"Greedy girl."

He rolls you onto your stomach effortlessly, pushing you onto your knees and urging you to keep your chest on the rough ground.

The deep arch in your back puts your cunt on display, and he can't help but groan at the sight. All sloppy and wet, dripping and drooling for him.

He shoves his own pants down his legs, freeing his aching cock. He hisses at the feeling of the cool air against his hot skin, shifting forward to slide his length through your twitching folds.

You whine at the feeling, digging your nails into the ground.

"Please," you whisper, wiggling your hips back the tiniest bit only to receive a harsh smack on your ass.

You yelp, and Simon's quick to soothe the stinging area, stroking your skin gently before spreading you apart to watch as he nudges his cock at your wet little hole.

You hold your breath as he slowly pushes inside of you, filling you up inch by thick inch, until he's fully sheathed within you, balls pressed tightly against your clit.

Your body trembles beneath him, and he can't tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected.

He pulls his hips back, groaning at the drag against your tight walls. Your pussy grips him tightly, visibly clinging to his cock as he pulls out slowly, only to push right back in.

The stretch of him is so good, so much, and it makes your head spin.

He's no better.

He has to consciously stop himself from drooling as his eyes stay glued to your tight cunt, the way it clamps down on him. The way he stretches your body to its most intimate limits, and you let him. You ask him to.

His Mouse, soft and pliant beneath him like he couldn't tear you in half if he tried.

The thought makes a sound akin to a growl rumble in his chest, and he grabs you by the back of your neck and hauls you up, pinning your back against his chest.

His head presses beside yours while he wraps an arm around your waist, keeping your body pinned to his as he begins to bully his cock into your small, waiting body.

"Simon," you gasp, grabbing his wrist as he forces every thick inch of it into your snatch.

It's too much too soon, and you're not sure if you can take it. Your poor little cunt is already aching at the stretch of his fat cock, but he's determined.

Your pussy throbs around him, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

"S-Simon... oh..."

He groans in your ear, pushing you back down and tugging your arms behind your back.

You huff out a heavy breath, pressing your cheek to the ground as he pins your wrists to the small of your back.

He fucks into you harder, faster, getting off on the power he has over you, the trust you've so willingly given to him.

"Wanna feel you cream f'me," he whispers hoarsely, eyes focused on the mess dripping from between your legs every time he pulls his hips back.

You only whine, cunt clenching at his words.

"Tell me who you belong to," he orders, hand dropping from your hip to find your clit.

You cry out softly when his skilled fingers begin rubbing circles around it, the sensation making your toes curl.

"Say it," he snarls, hips speeding up when he feels your walls clamp down on his cock.

"Simon!" You finally gasp, arching your back as your climax washes over you, the stars behind your closed lids rivalling the ones above you.

"That's right." The words are said more to himself than to you as he chases his own high.

He pulls almost all the way out as his cock twitches, cum spilling inside of you, and then he fucks his way back into you, painting your walls white, claiming you from the inside.

Slowly, he stills his hips, leaning back onto his haunches and pulling you with him to keep his cock lodged inside of you, making sure not a drop spills out between you.

You whine at the movement, nestling your ass against his hips and carefully pushing yourself up onto your elbows as you catch your breath.

Tilting your head back, your teary, lust-clouded eyes find the stars once more, and Simon groans when your walls flutter around him again.

Gently, the way he is with only you, he smooths a rough hand over the delicate skin of your back, smiling lightly to himself at the goosebumps that rise.

Eventually, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up against him again, this time peppering gentle loving kisses against your neck as he slides his cock out of you.

The two of you groan at the loss, and he's quick to drop his fingers to your centre, lazily fucking them into you to prevent any of his seed from leaving your body.

"How you feelin?" He asks, fingers toying inside of your sensitive folds.

You whine, turning and seeking out his lips.

He's quick to give you what you want, kissing you sweetly and softly as if he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life only minutes before.

"Can I bring you inside? Run a nice hot shower 'n bring you to bed?" He asks against your lips, grinning when you nod.

He pulls his fingers out of your core and pops them in his mouth, humming at the taste of the two of you.

He helps you dress, ever the gentleman, and spins you to face him before he's put his balaclava back on.

You stare up at him with wide eyes as he finally bares his face to you, and you feel awe bubble in your stomach.

Nervous fingers flutter over his face before finally resting on his skin, and he holds your waist as you take your time mapping out the new skin.

You trace over the scar on his lip, the one you've grown familiar with in all the times he's kissed you. The thin few on his jaw, one on the bridge of his nose that faintly drags across his cheek if you look closely enough.

Then your eyes finally return to his, and you suddenly feel shy under his gaze.

"What?" He asks, tugging you closer when you shy away.

You bite your bottom lip and press a kiss to his jaw, kissing up over his cheek and toward his ear.

"Pretty," you whisper, kissing your way back to his mouth and swallowing his chuckle.

His tongue finds yours for only a moment before he's pulling away again.

"Yeah? Think m'pretty?"

You nod, resting your chin on his chest so you can stare up at him, his lovely face framed by the beautiful night sky.

"Very pretty."

You thought the view was amazing before, but now? Now it's something that will stay ingrained in your brain forever.

And you're not upset about that. Not one bit.

[peachsayshi]

I have an a request!!! What about boy dad gojo taking care of his son while his s/o is sick? Maybe he takes him to work and face time her with his son when he has a break or between classes?? And his son misses her a lot cause it’s his first time seeing her sick🥹

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni   ➳  tags: fluff; dad gojo and son reader

"mama! wanna talk to mama!"

"easy, tiger," satoru consoles, using his long arm to pull the phone away from his son's grabbing fingers.

"dada, wanna talk to mama!" his son insists, inching his body forward which prompts satoru to adjust his legs so his boy doesn't climb off his thighs. using his other hand, the sorcerer lightly runs his fingers through his child's soft locks to calm down his excitement while and in the meantime taps away at the screen to video call you.

"there you go," he whispers as he brings the phone to his son's line of sight, his heart swelling when you finally answer the call.

"hi," you croak softly, your voice thick and hoarse while you rub your tired eyes. "what time is it?"

"it's lunch-"

"mama!" your son interrupts, his small hands curling over satoru's fingers as he holds both sides of the screen. "mama, miss you!"

"hey, cutie", you reply with a tiny smile, but satoru can see the exhaustion weighing heavy on your face. "miss you soo much,"

you've been sick for the last four days. a terrible cold that's kept you bedridden. satoru and your son have been isolating to make sure that they don't catch what you have, but your boys have been wallowing without you around. your son has been extra needy and keeps bringing up his "mama" every chance he can get. satoru is in the same position as well, hating that he can't cuddle up to you in the middle of the night, or that he can't wake up to your good morning kisses.

"mama sick," your son says with a furrow of his brows, moving his hand over the screen like he's trying to touch your face. "mama get better ok?"

he's still learning his words, trying to form whatever sentences he can with the vocabulary that he has.

you nod your head, "yeah, baby, I'll be better soon,"

your son smiles at the camera, his eyes twinkling with delight. "kisses!" he announces, before leaning forward and pressing his lips onto the phone screen.

you blow him back three kisses in return.

at this point satoru can't help but feel a little left out, so he arches forward to rest his chin on his son's shoulder, the two of them now centering the screen.

it's wild seeing them both together because they really do look like twins. your son's hair stands as a harsh contrast because it is identical to yours, but his eyes are a blend of your love. there's an icy blue that pierces through his natural color on the left side, a unique trait that distinguishes him entirely.

"can I get some kisses too?" satoru pouts at the camera, and your son obliges but placing one kiss on his cheek.

satoru can't help but grin, "thanks, rugrat, but I was hoping the kisses would come from your mama..."

"but mama sick," your son answers nonchalantly, twisting his body slightly so he was turning toward's his father's instead.

"she just blew you some kisses," he answers back with a raised brow. "I can't get any?"

your son blatantly shakes his head no.

satoru deadpans at the phone screen, and you have to use the blanket to cover your amused grin but you clear your throat as a cough escapes you, and satoru can't help but wince.

"how are you feeling? is the medicine helping at all?" he adds.

"yeah, it is. I'm feeling much better today actually."

"there's a pot of soup in the fridge " he continues, his cheeks tinting a slight shade of pink. "I made it last night"

satoru toiling away in the kitchen is a rare sight. the man grew up spoiled, and rarely ever had to take care of himself. you're the only person who knows that the first time he ever touched a stove was in his late teens, with shoko and suguru assisting in teaching him. he doesn't experiment much, but he was able to perfect a handful of recipes over time.

your eyes widen, glisten with absolute love. "thanks, handsome. I'll be sure to heat some up..."

"just want to see you back on your feet, angel," satoru murmurs, and presses his cheek against' the plush surface of his son's. "you've got us pining over here, isn't that right?"

your son nods his head, bringing one hand to hold his father's jaw. "sick bad, want mama t'get better now..." he acknowledges.

(meanwhile, you sneakily take a screenshot of the two of them in frame)

requests are open for dad gojo.

[kierahn]

yandere police officer x wanted criminal male reader :D?

A GAME OF TAG. [ y ! police officer x m ! criminal reader ]

yandere ! police officer x criminal ! male reader

warnings:

suggestive content (16+)

agressive handling from yan! officer

request/ask here.

a rushed update since i haven't posted in a while :] i have a long weekend ahead, i might be able to catch up with writing some of the piled up requests in my inbox.

× silas cromwell. it was a known fact to everyone in town that he and you were long-term rivals; like the two opposing sides of a coin. you were his favorite criminal. but you ? you didn't really like him that much; all snugged and smug in his police uniform. you were not one to get along with his kind too well.

× this game of cat and mouse between you and silas had been going on for about 2 years now. the young officer would always find himself facing a dead end everytime he tried to uncover your real identity. it was a pain in the ass for silas to chase someone he didn't know much about around.

× it was a frustratingly long chase, but silas would always find himself grinning at the thought of emerging as the victor of this game of chase you had started. little by little, his obssession with you grew.

× and, finally, he claimed sweet victory. what was more sweeter than having the most notorious mastermind himself in his grasp ? after 2 years of restlessly pursuing you, he finally had you on the tip of his fingers.

× "so what do you intend to do now, dear officer ?" the criminal asks smugly, his hands cuffed behind him and a blindfold taking away his vision as he sat on his knees before the officer. a delicious sight for silas to take in. "hand me over to the 'authorities' ? let their so-called justice deal with me ? tell me," you continued to prod him for answers, your smug smile never fading. oh, how he would love to break through that confident facade of yours.

× "i believe you don't fully understand, y/n." silas draws out after snapping out of his thoughts, standing before your kneeled form. a cold hand placed itself under your chin, sending a shiver up your spine. "i'm the authority. i'll be the one delivering justice." his voice dropped to a hauntingly low tone, holding a hint of threat that made something inside of you click.

× all this time, you've been the one in charge of leading the chase between you two; the one who was always on top of the game you yourself started. but now silas had taken the control out of your hands.

× "it seems like you're finally starting to realize," silas' voice started to move around you, your lack of sight heightening your sense of hearing. "GH–!" a harsh blow to your stomach causes you to slouch over in pain, a pained groan escaping your lips.

× you violently coughed, the harsh kick causing your breath to stop for a second. you pant heavily, drool spilling from your lips. for a flimsy officer like him, silas really knew how to use his feet to make it hurt. "that was very foul move, officer–" a cough, then a mocking laugh. "kicking down a defenseless opponent is completely unnecessary."

× a tug to your hair and a large hand encasing your cheeks tightly into a bruising grip. your laid-back attitude was starting to get on his nerves. why weren't you cowering in fear before him like he had expected ? you weren't taking him seriously at all.

× "y/n l/n, you have some nerve." you could sense that silas was very, very close to you with how his hot breath kissed the tip of your nose. however, you remained unfazed. you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you all vulnerable.

× but he would get his satisfaction either way. he always gets his way. "maybe we can find a better use for that pretty mouth of yours." his grip on your cheeks slightly loosened, his thumb glazing over your lower lip.

× "consider this my reward for winning this childish game of tag."

[chocogoldie]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Sick ࿐ྂ

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

genre: fluff, smau with written continuation

pairing: Husband Bakugo x Fem!Reader

contents: established relationship, bakugo comforts you

Summary: Your husband takes care of you while you deal with the flu.

Domestic Bakugo per request from @channnee !! ^^

You did as Katsuki said, making yourself a warm cup of milk tea and bringing the comforter to your couch, settling on watching your favorite show while you waited for him. The pain in your muscles subsided slightly when you melted into the soft cushions and took a self-indulgent sip, humming pleasingly. Not even an hour through the newly released episode, you hear the front door creak open, making you turn your head towards the sound.

“Hi, honey,” you croak out, clearing your sore throat, shuffling noises earning your attention, “Did you do the groceries as well?”

Katsuki dumps his big combat boots on the shoe rack alongside his gauntlets and utility belt before walking into the living room with two plastic bags in hand. You couldn't catch a whiff of his caramelly scent due to your stuffed nose, which made you pout ever so slightly. He gazes sideways at you as he passes the couch to place the bags on the kitchen table, pulling his mask up to hold his unruly hair in place.

“Yeah,” he responds simply, hurrying over to lean against the backrest of the couch and plant a kiss on your forehead, a ritual you were all too familiar with, “Told you I'd take care of you. How're you feeling, baby?”

You smile and kiss his cheek in turn, his faint stubble tickling your lips. “Thank you. Aside from feeling like a wet vegetable, I'm okay.”

He chuckles at your words, rubbing soft circles on your shoulders with his thumbs. “That doesn't sound good. Let's eat first and then I'll give you the meds.”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

“And stop talking. Text me instead. Soup'll be done in a few minutes.”

He ruffles your already messy hair and heads back to the kitchen, beginning to cook immediately without showering or changing out of his hero costume. He wouldn't want to keep his poor wife waiting, after all, but you still wondered if he was comfortable in those dirty clothes. He'd always been kind of a clean freak, something you admired and picked up from him, and that showed in the cleanliness of your shared house. You felt bad for making him work extra after a hard day of upkeeping his duties as the Nr. 2 hero, but you didn't mind the sight of him, broad shoulders and muscular back clad in dark clothing, cooking for you. You couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him while watching the show, actually.

The cute sneezes and coughs you let out now and then only managed to worry him more, his hands working faster on making the best damn soup you've ever tasted. And it didn't disappoint; once you placed the spoon into your mouth, a satisfied hum rumbled from your throat and it instantly chased away the coldness icing your limbs.

“This is so good, thank you so much,” you praised, devouring the food. You noticed how the ache in your throat seemed to dull, too.

Katsuki smiled, taking a spoonful of his meal, “Don't speak with your mouth full. Don't speak at all, actually. Eat up.”

It was silent as the two of you ate, occasionally stopping to converse about what you did today or you sneezing and having to blow your nose. Your husband was so patient with you like always, cracking jokes to make you feel better about showing such a disgusting part of yourself. In his eyes, flu or not, you were the most beautiful and refined person there was, but he knew you had a different opinion of yourself. One he didn't approve of and aimed to change every day through his actions, words, and touches.

Then, when you finished the soup, you felt revigorated enough to wash the dishes.

“Thank you for the meal, honey,” you say as you pick up his empty plate and kiss his temple.

“I thought I told you to take it easy.”

“I know, but this is the least I can do. I'm not incapacitated yet,” you joke, feeling his arms sneak around your waist and his chin finding purchase on your shoulder as you rinse the dishes.

“Hope you mean ‘never’,” he corrects with the tightening of his arms, his fingers playing with the t-shirt you're wearing. His t-shirt. The one he wore during high school and that didn't fit him anymore. Feeling suddenly overcome with affection for you, his nose meets your cheekbone as he presses feathery kisses to it before chomping down on the plush skin.

You squeak and almost drop the plate while attempting to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail. Your husband was an avid biter, you learned that early on in your relationship, but it never failed to surprise you whenever he decided you looked extra appetizing.

“Katsuki!”

He chuckled and pulled away, satisfied with the reaction he got out of you. The back of his hand came up to clean your cheek of any remaining saliva.

“No shouting, you'll hurt your throat more. I left the Tamiflu on the table, by the way,” the blond recalls, kissing your shoulder before hesitantly retracting his hands and stepping away to go shower.

You sneak a peek at his retreating figure and the medicine left on the table while continuing to clean the dishes, the lingering feeling of his teeth digging into your cheek making you brush it against your shoulder with a laugh. His antics always brought a smile to your lips and you theorized that he somehow caught onto it. Sneaky bastard. Why did he have to be so nice and perfect? It wasn't fair.

A while after you finish doing the dishes, you pop a Tamiflu and head to your bedroom to jump out of your pajama shorts, the flu raising your body temperature pretty high. You were a sweating and coughing mess in the comfort of your bed when Katsuki exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips and another one draped over his shoulders as he aggressively dried his hair. Though, your coughs earned his attention and he hurried to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water, which you gratefully accepted and downed in one go.

“Pill didn't settle in yet?”

You could only nod, the scratchiness of your throat only worsening. It got better after you ate the soup, but now... Katsuki seemed to read your mind, quickly bringing the NyQuil and having you swallow one.

“This should do the trick. If it doesn't, let me know and I'll make you some tea. ’Kay, love?”

Maybe it was the dizziness of the slight fever you were experiencing, but you felt so extremely grateful for everything he was doing for you and for the privilege of living with him in general that made tears brim in the corners of your eyes as you nodded. The gentleness of his actions combined with his comforting words had your heart running marathons akin to your high school years, swelling up with the love you held for him.

“Hey, hey, what's wrong?” His warm hands cup your face as his eyes search yours, brows furrowed with worry. “Are you hurting anywhere?”

You simply shake your head, wrapping your arms around him for a bone-crushing hug as you feel droplets of water drip down from his hair and onto your face. He doesn't hesitate to pull you closer and rub your back soothingly, whispering encouragements as he does.

“You're okay, baby. I got you. I'm here,” he kisses the top of your head and it feels like butterflies are blooming in your stomach all over again, “You've been through worse, haven't you? A shitty cold doesn't stand a chance.”

You find the power to choke out a quiet “I love you”, which he returned before noticing your sobs had lessened and having to get up and get changed. A shiver ran through you as you pulled the comforter up to your nose, curling on your side of the bed.

Katsuki joined you, now wearing his checkered pajama pants, making sure you were completely tucked in and pulling you to his chest.

“I don't want you to catch my cold...” you rasped at some point during your silent cuddling session, realization dawning on you harder than the darkness coating the room. From how touchy you guys were throughout the day, he for sure would get your cold, a fact that made you slightly antsy. You didn't want that knowing your husband is a busy, workaholic man who'd drag his ass to work even if he got a fever.

He scoffed and pulled you impossibly closer by the small of your back, his heat seeping into you and managing to calm some of your nerves, “My immune system doesn't hate me. I'll be fine, so stop worrying about me, sweets. But that's such a you thing to do.”

You cock your head to the side questioningly while gazing up at him, “What is?”

“Worrying about others when you're in pain.”

“Do I do that often?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, closing his eyes when you nuzzled your nose to his neck, letting sleep cloud your decisions of staying away so he wouldn't get sick, “All the time.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Nothing you do bothers me,” the warm tips of his fingers slip beneath your shirt to rest on your back after he felt you tremble against him, “Got it, baby? So, use me to your heart's content, especially when you're not feeling well.”

You give in and wrap your body around his, melding it to fit his frame while you close your eyes too. The heat from his fingers finds its way to your heart, a soft hum escaping your lips at the familiar, cozy feeling. Nights with Katsuki have always felt special, but this was something else entirely. You feel so safe in his embrace to the point where you relax instantly, forgetting the pain, forgetting your worries. He just had that effect on you.

“Noted,” you reply softly, before falling asleep in your husband's arms.

© chocogoldie 2024.

a/n: very short, i know, but i'm sick and lowkey sad so i felt the need to write this akkdkd hope it was okay and that i didn't disappoint!!! not edited nor proofread

taglist: @dinorawrss @nouktis @eyesforbkg @channnee

[mustainegf]

Hiii! I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your writing!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Also, I hoped that I could request something with ‘83 James Hetfield in which he’s sick and reader takes care of him? maybe in which he tries to act all tough and independent and then in the end he’s all clingy and wants to be coddled and pampered 🥹 (bonus: reader tries to kiss him on the lips and he scolds her because he doesn’t want her to get sick)

Dude I had something like this written already so I tweaked it a bit to match the request!! This is such a cute concept with Jamie

𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ¹⁹⁸³

By 1983, summer heat had already started pounding Los Angeles, turning the whole city into a hotbed of sweat and filth. None of it mattered as I listened to him blow his nose from the bedroom, followed by a muffled groan that meant just one thing, James was sick. And when James got sick, it wasn’t anything small.

James Hetfield, the man who could tell off an entire crowd, lay in bed now defeated by something as trivial as a cold. He detested it.

Not him, not James, was supposed to fall sick. He was supposed to be invincible, the frontman of Metallica, yet here he sat wrapped in the covers like a cold little boy.

I stepped into the bedroom. He stared at the ceiling like he trying to convince himself he wasn't feeling as wretched as he obviously did.

The second he saw me, he tried to sit up, forcing a grin which, instead of making him look better, more resembled a grimace.

"Hi…" he rasped, his voice a croak. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

I arched my brow and wrapped my arms over my chest. "Ah, sure, you’re fine. You look like death, James."

He chuckled weakly, the sound evolving into a cough that made him wince. "It's just a little cold. Just can deal.”

I walked over to the side of the bed and laid a hand on his forehead. He was burning up. Typical James, acting all tough and everything. He hated being vulnerable, especially in front of me. It was like he thought I'd love him less if he showed even an inch of weakness.

“You've got a fever, Jamie. You need to rest," I pressed softly. He needed me to say it was okay to let go, just for a short while.

He snorted and turned his head away from me. "I can't. We've got rehearsals, and I need to-"

"You need to stay in bed," I cut in before he could get any further. "You aren't going anywhere like this.”

Then his shoulders slumped and he exhaled in a great sigh. "Fine..."

I smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "I care, honey."

He gave me a half hearted smirk and closed his eyes, too tired to keep up the facade of not feeling like hell anymore. I watched him for a second, looking so sweet when he wasn't trying so hard to be big bad James Hetfield.

I decided to fetch him some water and medicine, it would help him feel better. As I did so, his hand sprang out from beneath the covers and clamped mine. "Where are you going?" His voice came almost childlike.

I turned around to look at him with surprise because of this sudden change. "I'm just going to get you some water and medicine. I'll be right back, baby."

His grasp tightened faintly, and he opened his eyes to look at me. "Stay. Please…”

James had always been the protector, the one who protected everyone else from the world. But here he lay sick and needy, proof that even he sometimes needed someone to baby him.

I couldn't help but smile as I sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Okay, I'll stay. But you still need to take your medicine."

He nodded, the look of relief crossing his face as he pulled me closer. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." A ghost of a smile crossed his lips before he buried his face in my lap. It was almost funny to see him this clingy and needy, like a little boy who wanted his mother.

I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him. "You're such a baby when you're sick, you know that?"

"M'not a baby," he mumbled, though his voice was muffled against my leg. "Just.. tired…”

I chuckled low. "Right. Just tired." But even as I teased him, I couldn't help the affection in my heart. James was always so strong, so determined to be the best. Seeing him like this, so needy and wanting to be comforted, only made me love him miles more.

For a while longer, we lay there, him curled up against me, me stroking his hair. The only noises in the room were the occasional sniffle from him or the soft sigh whenever I hit that perfect spot on his scalp. It was nice, this quiet moment between us.

It was just him and me now, and for once, James wasn't trying to be anything other than what he was, a man in need of his girlfriend to take care of him.

Eventually he shifted, looking up at me with those blue eyes that always managed to skip my heart a beat. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey you," I whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

He shrugged, though I could tell he was still uncomfortable. "Better, I think. Just… don't leave, okay?”

His voice cracked slightly at the end, and my heart melted. I leaned down and kissed him, aiming for his lips, but he turned his head at the last second and my kiss landed on his cheek instead. He frowned, pulling back to give me a stern look.

"Don't kiss me," he scolded, though there was no real heat behind it. "You'll get sick too."

The serious tone he was using had to make me chuckle, the big bad protector again. "James, I'm not worried about that. I only want to help you feel better."

He shook his head stubbornly. "No. I don't want you getting sick because of me. Just. don't, okay?”

It was so sweet, so sincere, that I couldn't get angry. All I could do was nod, smiling softly. "Alright, alright. No kissing. But you're not getting rid of me that easily."

He relaxed at that, his eyes fluttering shut again as he nestled back into the crook of my arm. "Good. 'Cause I want you here…”

Later, I made him soup, which he barely touched, but at least it was something warm in his stomach. I made him drink water and his medicine too, at each instance he would grumble but ultimately do just as I had asked, like a good boy, which made me giggle. It felt so weird seeing him so docile, so willing to take a backseat, and let me lead. But I didn't mind it one bit, I was in full motherly instinct mode.

As the sun began to set, I crawled into bed beside him. Immediately his arms were around me, pulling me close, as though he'd expected me to disappear if he let me out of his line of sight.

"Thanks for taking care of me," he mumbled against my hair.

"Of course, baby," I whispered back, laying my head against his chest. "I'll always take care of you, James."

But just before sleep could claim him, he whispered something so softly, I almost hadn't heard it.

"I love you."

I squeezed the boy tighter, the beat of his heart beneath my cheek. "I love you, too, James. Now go to sleep.”

[phfenomena]

❝i think there’s been a glitch.❞ || tom blyth x f!reader

| request - glitch by taylor swift would be so perfect for tom

| A/N - 1989 aesthetic with a midnights song?? let me cook. just let me cook. 1989 is both beach and city so you know i’m grilling up some shit that will have you kicking your feet.

(divider by @dvluc)

the sun was boiling every inch residing below it, and you were included. rachel, being the saint she is, conjured up the idea of having a beach day while you were all still in L.A.

the car was full of laughter and loud music. you had rented a jeep and were more than happy to take the top off. you were never able to drive a convertible in new york, it always rains. the wind was whipping your hair all around the air but you found it hard to care. you were driving while tom had called shotgun and fought josh for it. he was fiddling with the volume and bass while rachel was trying to convince josh to not stand up and stick his head out of the vehicle.

"i vote that josh stands up and gets his head chopped off, final destination style." you yelled over the wind and music. josh nods at rachel and she covers her face turning away from him. he begrudgingly stayed in his seat as you were trying to convince tom to stand up.

"it'll be fun! i can't do it, i'm driving. let me live vicariously through you." the music had been turned down and tom was smiling and shaking his head at you.

you were all racing down to the beach, josh obviously winning. as everyone was accusing him of cheating because he got a head start, tom took his shirt off. you fell silent as he was walking to the water and you suddenly felt as if the sun was hugging the earth. you slowly pulled your dress over your head and trailed behind of josh and rachel, still arguing over how josh cheated.

the ocean was cold and it cooled the heat in your cheeks instantly. you spun around looking for tom but couldn't see him above water, suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your ankle and you were engulfed by the water.

you came back to the surface coughing and yearning for revenge while tom was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "what if i drowned and died? you wouldn't be laughing very hard then."

we were supposed to be just friends. you don't live in my part of town, but maybe i'll see you out some weekend.

the bass was shaking the ground and the lights were almost disorientating. your friends had managed to pull you out to a club in brooklyn. the pregame shots already kicking in as you felt yourself loosening up and your friend pulled you toward the sea of bodies. some overly-produced pop song was flowing out of the loud speakers as your body collided with the surrounding people.

a hand was placed on your waist and you whipped around to see who was violating you. you met the eyes of your offender and smiled. "tom! i haven't seen you in weeks! how was berlin?" you scream over the music and he pulls you in for a hug, leading you away from the people. you blow a kiss to your friend but they don't even notice you leaving.

your feet swung as you were sitting in a barstool next to tom, chatting about what he's been up to. "yeah, we're finally done with all the promos and interviews." you're nursing your third drink of the night, mixed with your previous shots, your blood alcohol level was too high. "that's so cool! i knew rachel and josh were back but i didn't know you were back in brooklyn." he smiles and nods. "what're you doing in brooklyn anyway? don't you live an hour away?" he asks and you laugh. "my friends really wanted to go here and they yanked me out of bed."

depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship i'm in, and whats in my system.

you answer your buzzing phone and greet rachel, asking if you'd like to go out to dinner with them. "yeah, i'd love to! i'm with paul right now, is it alright if he comes along?" paul was your latest kind-of-boyfriend that you'd met at an award show.

paul and josh were conversing about star wars while you were talking with some of the other girls before rachel tapped your arm. you turned your head to her and she asked quietly "so are you guys dating? meeting your friends is a pretty big step.". you shot an unamused look at her and shook your head. "no, he said that he doesn't want anything serious. i honestly have zero clue if he even likes me, he's really weird about talking about it. but i don't even wanna date him." you whispered back, your attention pulled from her to tom who just sat down and was greeting everyone.

"hey, i'm tom." he extended his hand for paul to shake and you grew nervous. you see paul point at you and tom turns his head and smiles at you, you manage a tight-lipped smile back and lean your head on rachel's shoulder. "this is actually horrible, i wish you said to not bring him." you confess to her as she tilts her head towards yours. "why? he seems nice. he's getting along with everyone." you lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows. "i think he told tom he came with me. and i've literally had a small crush on tom since you introduced us." you whisper quickly to her and her mouth falls open. she smiles mischievously at you and calls tom over.

"do you think we could switch seats? i really want to sit with josh." he nods and takes her seat. he turns to you and you stare straight a head, trying to ignore the abundance of butterflies inhabiting your stomach. you hear your name fall from his lips and you finally turn to face him. "paul seems nice, i'm really happy for you," you try your hardest to not slip under the table in dispair but you end up offering your thanks and talking about your recent work.

i think there's been a glitch. five seconds later i'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, and i'm not even sorry.

your three friends had one last premiere in california, and you were coincidentally filming for your latest show in hollywood. your arm was wrapped around tom's as you were posing for the press, the blinding flashing of the cameras leaving dark spots in your vision. tom's hand rubbed circles on your lower back as you smiled for the pictures and quickly exited the carpet.

you took a deep breath and sat down next to rachel. "thanks for coming with me." tom whispered in your ear and you smiled at him. "of course, i'd do anything you asked me to." you internally punch yourself and turn your attention back to the screen.

you hadn't left toms side the entire night until you were back at his hotel room and you learned you were staying in the same hotel. he offered a glass of wine to you as you both sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. "yeah, paul and i didn't last very long, he had no personality it was so hard trying to talk to him." tom laughs and his head leans against his shoulder. "i was wondering about that, i just thought you liked really bland guys."

i was supposed to sweat you out. in search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground. i think there's been a glitch.

a comfortable layer of silence laid on top of you both as the air was filled with the quiet sound of taylor swift. "i really like hanging out with you." you whisper and set your phone down. tom raises his eyebrows and stutters out "oh,um, t-thank you. i also really like hanging out with you. it always feels really easy." you smile and focus your eyes on a patch of carpet below you. "do you have a girlfriend, tom?" he shakes his head slowly, watching your every move.

"then, would you mind if i kissed you? it's totally okay if you say no, why did i even ask that? that was really-" your ranting had been cut short by tom linking your lips together. "jus' stop talking." he muttered against your lips, you turned your body towards his and felt yourself slowly getting lowered onto the ground. you definitely spilled wine on the carpet but that all seemed so irrelevant now.

nights are so starry, blood moonlit. it must be counterfeit.

[miguel-owhora]

SNYOPSIS — i hate this stupid bitch

TYPE — drabble

WARNINGS — 18+ , deepthroating , blowjobs , power imbalance , being mean to the little cunt , vomiting , hurt no comfort

FEM-ALIGNED READERS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED.

TAGS — @sweetcorpse , @tophamhat-kyo , @villainousdelicacy , @realitylemon , @gayaristocrat

The sound of König choking on your cock is perhaps one of the prettiest of sounds you ever have ever heard. It's the sound of angels singing together, of wedding bells in the distance. It sends pleasant shivers done your spine, makes your grip on his head firmer. He's slobbering all over your cock, large hands gripping your thighs as a way to stabilize himself, his pale blue eyes so fucking stupid it makes you want to laugh.

"Mind your teeth, perro," You warned, eyes narrowing as the other man pulled off and turned to the side, coughing. His hand jerked your cock, spreading his spit all over. You reached underneath and gripped his face, grip harsh and bruising. You force him to make eye contact with you, and watched how he struggled to maintain it, pupils blown wide. "Or I'll blow your stupid face out."

Your words are not kind and instead lace with venom, with acid that burned König's soul. Your words are not empty, he knows this. He's worked with you far too long that he knows that you don't bark, you bark and bite, and he's turned several blind eyes to how brutal and cruel you were with your own teammates. You were as cruel as they came, to anyone and anything, and König was often time the subject to your cruelty.

You stared at him a moment later and scoffed, letting go of him and leaning back on your chair - well, König's chair. This was his chair after all, it was his office, but what was his was yours.

Including him.

"Mind if I smoke?" You asked and didn't wait for an answer as you pulled out a pack and then a stick, lighting it up. With one hand, you curled a hand around König's nape and brought him closer to your cock. He quietly whimpered, pumping your cock. He raised his mask a little, just enough to access your cock, and gave a feather kiss to your cockhead. You watched him with half-lidded eyes, pupils dilated and swallowing up your iris, dark pools of sickness.

"Keep the mask on, cunt, don't wanna see that face of yours," You grunted, lips curling into a mean smile. König softly whimpered and slipped your cock into his mouth, nevertheless, always a dutiful whore. You smoked as he slowly bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around your cock, lapping up the precum that seeped out like icing. Only the bottom half of his face, from his nose down, showed. You couldn't bare to see that face of his.

You let out a small groan as he took in more of your cock into his mouth. Your eyes crinkled in sick amusement as you heard him gag, feeling his throat constrict around your girth. What he couldn't take into his mouth, he stroke with his hand. He slowly bobbed his continue, drooling.

You blew a plume of heavy smoke to his face, watching him bat his eyes, tears forming. An idea struck your mind as you gave a quiet curse, feeling your core tighten, your balls constricting.

Without so much as a warning, you gripped the back of König's head with force and pushed him down onto your cock. It was a wonderful sensation, having his throat constrict around your cock, feeling him choke, hearing him gag as he frantically tried to pull off. But all you did was hold him down even firmer, nails digging.

You pulled your cigarette away from your lips, holding it in between your fingers, as you groaned, cursing. Your hips jutted up, unable to restrain yourself, as your cock twitched and pumped cum into König's mouth. König harshly gagged, and something inside of you told you to yank him off. Not one to doubt your intuition, you grabbed him and pulled him right off your cock.

König twisted around and retched his lungs out, pulling his mask up as he vomited.

"Christ almighty, Colonel," You sneered, scrunching up your nose as you watched him, not bothering to help him. There was a twisted sense of amusement that bubbled inside of you as you watched him, watching how he heaved and coughed, choking on his own vomit. "Fucking pathetic. Can't take some dick?"

"Entschuldigung...!" König coughed out, sobbing a little. You snorted, staring at him with distaste. He got so worked up he switched to his native tongue? You would never understand how he got the ranking, how someone so weak and pathetic, could become Colonel. You should've gotten it instead, not this little-

"Whatever." You scoffed, snubbing your cigarette on his arm rest. You flicked the cigarette to the side, uncaring of where it landed. You stuffed yourself back into your pants and stood up, staring down König who didn't look back up, still hunched over on the floor. You wrinkled your nose and scoffed again, turning on your heel and walking out the room, uncaring of what would then happen to König.

all rights reserved © miguel-owhora

[creativewritersposts]

fucked up - Nico Hischier

summary; Nico Hischier x reader.

The honest opinion from a person you really like can hurt the most. But what if Nico regrets it?

warning(s); bad language, angst, argument, fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; based on a true story. I'm sorry for not posting "happy-clappy fluff imagines" like usually (promise they'll come back soon). I can't write just pure fluff when I'm crying a river.

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It's the third day in a row that Nico doesn't want to talk with you. You can't explain why, but your stomach feeling tells you, something is not okay. You tried to distract yourself with work, work and more work. But when you step in your apartment, you're mentally break down. Your overthinking says hello. You grab your phone, trying to call him, just his mailbox.

"What did I do wrong", you mumble to yourself, biting on your lip. It's rainy outside, like how you feel. You're starring at other people out of the window, until your phone vibrates. "hello?", you start the conversation without looking on the screen, who it is. "it's Nico, are you at home?", his voice sounds deep and kinda annoyed, "yes", you smile, happy to hear he's alive. "Ok bye", he hangs up without a second. You stress yourself to cook a nice dinner in an hour until the door bell rings. "hi baby!", you want to wrap your arms around his neck, but he pushes you politely away, "we need to talk, something is bothering me", his brown eyes let you feel confused, he never been so serious. You nod and let him walk in your kitchen. "I cooked dinner for us two", you smile to blow the negative vibes away. "Do you think dinner will change the fact you act exaggerate?!", his tall body turns around because he stands before you. "huh?", you're even more confused. "We're not together and you stress me out", he tolerates no argument whilst speaking. Honestly you're not able to argue. It's like a punch in your face. "what did I do?", you feel so small. Even when he told you this in a respectful way. "you stress me out. You want to text non-stop and you're not my girlfriend, not yet. After last night with five text messages I'm thinking if it's a good idea to ask you for that", Nico grabs your shaky hands,"it's not like I'm not interested anymore", he kisses your forehead. You're just able to nod and accept the fact. What he needs and wants.

"Thank you for telling me this", your fake smile shows sadness. Nico doesn't want to hurt you on purpose. "I'll pack in the pesto for you", with blurry eyes you do that, giving him the lunch box. Nico just stays calm, taking it and when you close the door behind you, he thinks of hoping you understood what he meant.

The next days your chest feels heavy, texting no message, you don't call him, you let him his freedom. You know Nico lost the finals of the world championship, he looked so disappointed and usually you would at least send him something lovely, but your brain tells you; you were clingy. You're the problem. You're a bad Person for bothering someone. You don't enjoy being a clingy girl.

In the middle of night your phone vibrates again, like ten times until you groan, you're not in the shape to talk happy phone calls. "hey, are you ok?", his voice sounds occupied. "Sure", you reply. "You didn't text me once. I'm worried. We lost", he let you know the news. Of course you're not saying that you watched his game. Like he gave you a clear message. You would be clingy you're not his girlfriend and he owes you nothing.

"I'm sorry to hear that", your hands shake again. You don't feel comfortable anymore, more like you have to hide your personality to be not the problem anymore. "I didn't mean that I don't like to talk with you", he coughs. "I really like you anyway as a person who you are", he talks more. "I'm tired, good night", hanging up until he can hear how much you're hurt. Just thoughts hunting you in your head;

what are you doing now?

What is the right way to deal with this?

[lowkeyremi]

Double Trouble timeskip!hinata x reader

note: i wanted to expand on shoyo as a dad

CW: past pregnancy, children, twins, established relationship

"I don't wan' the blue one daddy, I wan' da one Mia has." Nia whines when her father tries to give her the blue tube of yogurt.

"I'm sorry baby, but sissy got the last red one." Shoyo explains to her softly. It doesn't soften the blow though, her face starts to scrunch up.

"Don't cry honey, the blue one is really good! Yummy yum!" Your little munchkin starts to sniffle, "Here go, sissy, you have da red one."

Mia is such a kind little girl, sharing with her twin. Shoyo thought having twins would be chaotic because of how the Miya twins are with one another, but so far it hasn't been that bad. They are only four though, it might get worse when they get a little older.

"Thank you sissy." Nia says with a smile as she trades yogurts with her sister.

"Well, I'm glad that worked out." The girls look up at their dad, big doe eyes, one pair filled to the brim with tears the other pair glowing.

Nia wipes away her tears with her chubby little hand. Hinata follows his little girls to the table. He's on daddy duty today while you're out on a three day business trip. Hinata was going to call the sitter but she's had the flu for the past couple of days, which in terms could affect the girls and maybe just make her feel worse.

As devoted as the man is to his work, he took off those three days because he has enough sick days to do so. Taking time off of work for the children is one of the many sacrifices he makes for deciding to have kids.

"I think mama will be kinda mad I didn't take you guys to daycare today." In his defense, he woke up late, and not just a few minutes kind of late. Two hours, kind of late. It's easier for him to call daycare and say his girls were sick rather than explain that he was unprepared, so that's what he did.

"Ms. Momoko gonna call mama, right?" Mia asks. The yogurt tube is almost empty. She's a fast eater just like her papa.

"Huh? What?!" Your poor husband doesn't even get time to think out an excuse, you're calling him right now.

"Crap." He picks up your call.

"Hey darling." His voice is suave. Best to soften the blow with his sexy voice. His girls giggle at his voice deepening.

"Hey Sho, are the girls alright? I knew something was going around at daycare and Nia seemed a little bit sniffly before I left." The worry in your voice calms Hinata. Luckily you haven't caught on.

"Yeah, they're in bed right now. Do we have any canned soup?" The girls look at him. They give him that face little kids give when you're lying.

"I think there should be some miso in the fridge, heat it up for them, okay?" He nods forgetting you can't actually see him.

"Of course, I'll make clear soup for them." Nia walks up to her father, "I wanna talk to mama!"

Hinata chuckles hesitantly, "What are you doing out of bed little girl?"

You coo softly at Nia when Hinata hands her the phone. He's trying to mouth to her to keep quiet about not being sick, but of course, with her only being four she doesn't get it.

"You feeling okay, baby?" A small fake cough escapes Nia's throat. Hinata hopes you don't hear how fake that was.

"My thoat hurt, but daddy takin care of us." She whines.

"Aww your throat? You're so cute. Mama hopes you feel better, is Mia close by or is she sleeping?" Nia hands the phone over to Mia, "Nia, you still there, honey?"

"Hi mama." Mia has a silky voice which causes you to once again be in awe of the the cute little girls that were once in your womb.

"Hi Mia, Mama misses you." She smiles brightly at your voice. Both of the girls are infatuated with you. When they first started walking they would not ever leave your side. Not even to use the bathroom.

"I miss you more. My thoat hurts too, but I be okay." You find it adorable how your girls comfort you.

"I hope you get better, baby girl. I love you very much. Can I talk to daddy?" She lets out a small hum. Your husband once again has the phone.

"Okay baby, gotta go. The girls need their soup." You quickly notice how he's in a rush to get off of the phone with you.

"I have to get back to work, call you later?"

"Of course, I love you." The sincerity of his voice always gets to you. Shoyo is always so understanding and quick to help. It's one of the many things you love about him.

"Love you too." He says his goodbyes and you say yours. Hinata never hangs up on you, so you always have to do it.

"That was a close one. Good acting girls." The ginger sticks out his hand for them to high five.

"My thoat rweally do hurt." They say at the same time.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hii, i love ur ficsss! Can you do like a pedri sickfic? Like Pedri has a fever or something and he just gets taken care of? Ty!

Decided to do this one because I'm sick so what a better time to write of mucus and cough than this one😭

I'll Take Care of You -P.G8

Summary: Besides being injured, he gets sick; but oh how he loves being taken care of by you

"Vida, you're burning up" You said to your boyfriend as soon as you get to feel his naked skin when he gets home from his recovery session.

"Maybe it's because of the weather? I feel good" Your hands went up and down his neck, forehead, cheeks, back, chest and even inside his armpits

"But you aren't" You said quickly "You look sick"

"Bueno, gracias eh... Aprecio saber que mi novia cree que soy muy guapo" (Well thank you. I'm glad to know my girlfriend thinks I'm very handsome) You give him a look

"You are handsome but you know what I mean" You said pushing your hand up his mouth "blow" his eyebrows went up and down several times making you crack a smile "I'm serious, blow into my hand"

After a few seconds, you felt his breath against your palm and it was pretty hot

"Pedro, you're having a fever" You said instantly as he shook his head, his coldhands gripping your waist to bring you into him

"I'm not, I feel good. I promise you, I'll be good, it's just the heat let me take a shower and I'll be fine" He kissed your cheek thrice and before you could say something he was out of the kitchen

"¡No dejaré que me beses si estás enfermo!" (I won't let you kiss me if you're sick!)

"¡Pero que bueno que no lo estoy!" (Good thing I'm not!)

You sighed shaking your head "Who's the medicine student here, me or him?" You whispered to yourself before returning to the task of washing the dishes

Two days later you hear a raspy scream coming from the master bedroom where your two-years boyfriend was in "¡Mi amor!"

"Coming!" You replied with the soup and the medicine for him. You pushed the door open with your hip and closed it behind you with your foot.

You couldn't help but smile at the cute burrito your boyfriend had gotten turned himself to

"Are you cold?" He simply nods "We need to lower that fever, amor" He hums watching you sit besides him and move over the tray "You should have this soup, it will help you a lot"

"But I'm cold" His pout made you go over and kiss his lips quickly "Hey! I don't want you getting sick!"

"I probably already am" You shrug your shoulders "Pero venga" (But c'mon) You grabbed the spoon and lifted it to your lips to blow it before bringing it to Pedri's lips "Open up"

"I swear you're the best girlfriend in the whole world and I'm so lucky to have you" You smile softly

"Venga before this gets cold" You did the same process for a few minutes before you knew that it was safe for him to eat it right away

"Injured and sick, what else?" You heard him mumble softly, you leaned over to kiss his cheek, you didn't had nothing to say, it wasn't your fault and it wasn't his either. Those are things that happen and sadly this time it happened to him.

Time passed slowly and Pedri was barely half of the soup done when you pulled the spoon and bowl away leaving him with his mouth open "What-?"

You turned away and sneezed four times in a row into your elbow, each sneeze your could hear a small "Salud" (Bless you) from your boyfriend; after you finished sneezing you blindly left the bowl into the tray, stood up and walked away to your bathroom.

Pedri could only watch you and hear you blow your nose, after some seconds you came out, your nose red and you were trying to breathe through your nose but not being able to do so, you were sick and had nasal congestion

"I'm sick" You announced before sniffing

"Sorry" You smile shaking your head, it wasn't his fault "That means we can cuddle all the time?" You nod "And kiss?" You nod once again "Good!" He smiled widely as you give your boyfriend a weird look.

How can he be happy when both of you were sick? He opened his legs and his arms waiting for you to lay in his arms, you slowly made your way over to him and got in between his legs careful to not hurt his leg.

As soon as your back made contact with his chest he closed his legs, arms and wrapped up both of you around the blanket. You turned a bit to your side so you could see him and still feed him some soup

"Here we go"

"You know? I'm not happy with the fact we're both sick now but I absolutely love being babied by you"

"You said that as if I don't"

"You do but you baby me even more while I'm sick" You smile feeling your cheeks hot, you didn't know if you had also a fever or if his words still caused you that effect on you

"Now that I'm sick you'll have to baby me too"

"Will do in a heartbeat" He said with a smile "Will do it right now"

"Go and do me a soup then"

"But give me a few minutes until I'm not cold anymore. I feel like freezing, ¡fua tio!" You laugh leaving the soup in his nightstand before wrapping your arms around him "Te quiero" He said snuzzled into your neck

"Yo te quiero más" You said kissing his forehead "My big baby"

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