#god I’m so tired I need to stay awake for 3 MORE HOURS

[kaijuparfait]

Does anyone ever think about how, before Eddie, Venom has probably never heard a full complement before? Because I think about that a lot-

Uhhhh idk something about Eddie casually saying “Y’know, I don’t hate you” and Venom sitting there like “you promise?” With it’s eyes all big

Eddie has to tell Venom that he doesn’t hate them at least twice a day or else Venom will stand above him at 2am like “you don’t hate me right? You don’t want me to leave right? It’s still “we” right?”

Love the idea that the Symbiote had abandonment issues after being rejected by so many Hosts

Venom Symbiote is very easy to fluster over the even the vaguest of compliments, but only from Eddie, everyone else is an ego boost but like. That’s its Host, the one that happily lets it live within himself? I think that finally having a Host that loves it so much does something to Venom

[torubeth]

hot heartline

devices do have the tendency to make you lose track of time, and that’s exactly why you were shocked when the clock on the wall read 2:21 am.

it was a friday night, or well, wee hours of a saturday morning to be precise and you were tired, exhausted even. but for the love of god, you couldn’t go to sleep.

it just wasn’t your night today. you tried everything; changing positions to get into a comfortable one, pulling up the covers for when it’s gets too cold or completely shrugging it off when it gets too hot too quick.

you didn’t know what your brain wanted anymore, but you knew what your heart did.

suna rintarou.

would he even be awake ? considering the fact that the bed was his best friend and sleep came so naturally to him.

knowing him he’s probably dead asleep and you definitely didn’t wanna ring him up just for cuddles.

so you just stayed put and stared hard at the clock, in hopes of it putting you to sleep.

it now read 3:27 am. you were more awake than ever and really angry. groaning, you threw the blanket off of you and grabbed your phone off the desk and opened the messages. as soon as you did, his chat box showed a clear ‘online’ status.

you : ‘rin why the fuck are you awake ????’

r : ‘to check whether you were awake or not :p’

you : ‘that makes no sense, what’re you getting at ?’

r : ‘open the door dummy, i’m outside’

you didn’t need further context. you ran out the room and to your main door. swinging it open to the point where it banged hard against the wall, you were now face to face with your boyfriend.

“that’s a lot of teeth welcoming someone into your house at 3am” he grinned, pointing at your big smile.

immediately you lunged at him and buried your face into his neck.

“yeah yeah i don’t care, go ahead and make fun of me. i’m just happy you’re here” you snuggled further.

a hum was all you got in response.

that’s when it hit you “how did you know i was in dire need of my boyfriend ?” you questioned and pulled away to examine his face, which now displayed a full on shit eating smirk.

“i just do because this and this are needy at the same time” he pointed to yours and his heart.

you playfully smacked his chest “ugh you’re too cheesy so early in the morning” you smiled, knowing all too well that he was right.

[annesstardustchords]

You Look So Perfect - Marc Spector X Reader

Request from @simpforbritgents : "I’m convinced that Marc would love and not be able to help fucking you (respectfully ofc) when you steal his clothes bc it’s all oversized on you and he knows you love wearing his clothes."

I'm OBSESSED with this idea so ofc I had to make it filthy :)))

CW: Smut under the cut, weed usage, alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), fingering, light choking, praise kink, size kink, reader is referred to as "girl" - ie, "pretty girl", "sweet girl", "good girl", etc.

(lmk if I missed anything!)

Playlist: Salt and The Sea - The Lumineers, Mistakes - Sharon Van Etten, Come Here - Dominic Fike, Baby - Born Without Bones

Every reblog and like is appreciated - thank you all for the love on my first fic <3

Your boyfriend, Marc, wasn't home. He'd been gone since early in the morning, out chasing scarabs and such; this was pretty normal for him, and for you. He was rarely around during the days lately. You missed him. God, did you fucking miss him. Any time he was away, it was like he took your heart with him. Tonight wasn't any different, and you needed him. To have his arms wrapped around your waist, to take in his scent, to listen to his breathing as his chest moved beneath the rest of your head; just to be in the same fucking room for once. Even seeing him from a distance would suffice at this point.

You weren't sure what had you so worked up. Sure, you missed Marc, but you miss Marc every time he's gone, so what made today any different?

Regardless, you figured that sitting around and moping wouldn't fix the ache in your chest for him, or the flush in your cheeks from the tingling in your lower belly, or the stupid aphrodisiac effect that wine had on you (and you had drank about a half a bottle on your own,) so you decided to just go to bed and hope he's there when you wake up in the morning.

But that didn't work either.

An hour had passed, and you are still wide awake. With an annoyed groan, you sit up and grumpily make your way into the kitchen, bare feet shocking your system at the coolness of the tile beneath you. You shiver as you grab your box of joints from the cabinet, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms as you make your way back to your bedroom. You open the window and place the ashtray on the sill, reaching behind you to pick up Marc's sweater up off the couch, slipping it on as you climb out the window onto the fire escape, grabbing a joint from the box still sitting on the windowsill as you do so.

You let yourself drown in his massive sweater whilst you light the joint, the freezing cold air hitting you hard. You take a hit, holding the smoke deep in your lungs with a massive inhale, the scent of Marc hitting your nose as you do so. You exhale, and bury your nose into the neckline of his hoodie, taking in as much of his cologne as you can.

You stay sat on the fire escape for 15 minutes, smoking the entirety of the joint and longing for Marc; the soft hums of muffled indie playing throughout your apartment as your high fully hits. You shuffle back inside, closing the window behind you and dropping the box and ashtray to your side table with a clunk as you fall into your bed.

You leave the music on, fully basking in the size of Marc's hoodie, rolling around in it as if you were in a music video. You knew it was the weed talking, but it almost -almost- felt like he was holding you; his aroma surrounding you in a fog-like hug as you lazily hummed along to the song playing, giggling at nothing in particular. 

You kicked off your sweatpants and stood up, bouncing around to the music as you filled your glass with more wine (not that you needed it,) and swayed around to the beat in some pitiful attempt to tire yourself out.

You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching but as you opened your eyes and swirled around, your red eyes met Marc's dark ones. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles. 

“Marc!” You squeal, running over to him and practically chucking yourself into his strong arms.

"I missed you so fucking much," he murmurs into your hair, the rasp in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Are you really here?" you whisper, holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

"Yeah, pretty girl," he chuckles, "I'm right here."

"I missed you so much. Had to smoke a whole J on my own to get you outta my head," you joke, poking at his ribs, "It didn't work, though."

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long," he sighs, pulling away from you and tossing his bag onto his floor, "But I-"

He pauses for a little too long, looking at you up and down like a man starved.

"But you...?" you prompt, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Nothing, I- it doesn't matter. You... Fuck- You look really fucking good in my sweater, baby," he groans, grabbing you by the waist.

"Oh?" you giggle, "You like it when I wear you clothes, hm?"

"Fuck, I really do. Lets me know you're mine," he whispers, swooping his head down to place a passionate kiss to your lips, "But as much as I like it on you, I think I'd prefer it off."

You blush and step back, slowly removing the sweater from yourself to reveal your bare chest and pink panties.

"Better?" you sheepishly ask, biting your lip as you smile.

"Much better," he sighs, taking a step towards you and pulling you toward him again, "God, I gotta taste you, pretty girl. Can I please, please taste you?"

"Please, Marc," you whimper as he places gentle kisses to your neck, the various substances coursing through your blood stream causing every little touch to set your skin on fire.

"C'mon, princess," he grunts as he picks you up bridal-style, carrying you back to your bed as you giggle and nip at his collar bones.

You cherished that small moment; having his tall, strong figure encapsulating your petite one in comparison to his. It made you feel safe - protected, like nothing could hurt you.

He gently places you onto the mattress, and in what feels like the same motion, grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

"Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Been away so long, I gotta reward you for being so patient," he smirks as peppers kisses from your sternum down to your belly button.

"Please make me feel good, Marc. Missed you bad," you murmur, trying to restrain from begging him even though that's all you wanted to do. You'd get on your knees and fucking beg - that's how much you needed him.

He smiles and runs a finger over your clothed cunt, causing you to take a sharp breath. He tucks a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulls them down in the same motion, chucking them somewhere behind him.

"God, you're fucking perfect," he whispers, admiring the sight in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were admiring the sight below you.

He looked so fucking good. His big, lustful eyes gazed upon you like it was the first time he'd seen you naked. He was him, and you were you, but it was like it was the first time all over again.

"Marc," you whined, wriggling under the hold he had on your hips.

"What do you need, princess?" he asks, cocking his head to the side with a joking intonation in his voice.

"Please, just fucking touch me," you finally beg.

He smiles then, ducking his head between your thighs, placing a kiss to each inner thigh before kitten licking a single stripe through your folds. You moan and let your head fall back at the sudden relief.

He nips at your clit as he lets his hand explore your chest, tweaking your nipple as his fingers trace across it. The simple action feels like fireworks across your body, setting you on fire.

"You taste so good, sweet girl," Marc groans, licking his lips.

He dips his finger into your entrance, gathering your arousal on his thumb and raising his hand to your mouth.

"Open, baby," he says, swiping across your bottom lip. You do as he says, opening your mouth and taking his thumb onto your tongue, tasting yourself on him. You suck ever so slightly, though it's enough to send Marc into a crazed hunger. He fully attaches his lips to your clit, licking and sucking as he enters a finger into your hole, hooking it right where you needed him to.

"Oh my God, Marc... Fuck- Feels so fucking good," you moan, your head lulling to the side as he eats you out like he'll never touch you again.

"That's it, baby," he praises as you moan; something he'd do every so often as an act of incentive; of devotion, "Take what you need."

At that, you let your hips snap up, your clit bumping his nose with a strangled moan from you as Marc's hand makes its way up your stomach, grabbing at the flesh of your hips to keep you in place - just enough, though, that he'd still have control over you.

"Fuck, Marc... Need you," you whine, rolling your hips against him.

"You have me, sweetheart," he chuckles, the vibrations from the wonderous melody of his laugh like electricity against your aching core.

"Mh-mh," you moan, shaking your head, "Wanna fuck you."

"Oh, really?" he chuckles, ceasing his actions on your clit much to your dismay. He climbs on top of you, holding himself just inches from your face. He places a delicate kiss to your lips, but you're having none of it- pulling his lips to yours like they're your only source of oxygen. Passionate; all the yearning for him pouring out of your lips onto his.

"Please? I've been such a good girl for you- waited so long for you to come home... Didn't even touch myself," you mutter between kisses.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. You can't say shit like that," he groans as you feel him grow insatiably hard against your thigh.

"Can't help it," you groan, rutting your hips into him, "I need you to know how you make me feel."

"I'm boutta make you feel a whole lot better, dollface," he smirks.

To Be Continued...

[graciegoeskrazy]

figure my heart out | PART 2

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

warnings: coming out, language

a/n: you didn’t really think i’d leave u on read did you? cmon u know me better than that. in all honesty i didnt mean to split it into 2 parts but i just loved what i had written and wanted to get it out there asap. my bad whoopsies. AT LEAST I DIDNT LEAVE YALL HANGING FOR LONG RIGHT. i’m sorry for all the pain i caused. xoxo. ALSO THANK YOUNFOR ALL THE IIND COMMENTS AND LOVE U GUYS MAKE MY FUCKING DAY LIKE LITTERSLY MY DAD WAS SO SHIT IMAND YOU GUYS TURNED IT AROUND WITH UR REQUESTS AND COMMENTS I LOVENUUUUHU OKAY enjoy 😚

An hour had passed. No one had gone to bed or left including your aunt and uncles because they all were too worried about you. They tried to convince your father to follow you upstairs before things worsened, but he couldn't move. This was a life-changing moment for crying out loud, and he was the one who ruined it. He couldn’t get that out of his head. After a while of going back and forth with each other, Everyone had enough of your father’s bullshit and decided to get involved. George and Ross took it upon themselves to head up to your room. They weren't even sure if you were awake in the first place, but the faint music of Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album was playing the the background which was a telltale sign you were awake. Awake, and not doing well. It was nearing 3 in the morning but on weekends like this, sleep didn’t exist in the Healy and company household. People were up and awake or blasting music or just doing things you would normally do when the sun is up, so everyone staying up and having an intervention of sorts was a normal thing. (Which makes you wonder why your curfew was 11 pm in the fucking first place) That’s another reason why George and Ross had no problem with knocking on your door. “Bubs? You in there?” George knew the answer. They both did, but they didn’t know how to start the conversation. You had just sent a goodnight text to your girlfriend. As soon as you got upstairs a while ago, you texted her saying that you needed to talk. Not even a full minute later she answered the phone and you told her everything. After getting you to calm down and promising you everything would be alright, she suggested that you get some rest, and that’s what you planned to do. Until your uncles knocked on your door.

“Bubs it's Me and Tallie. We need you to open up.”

You were so tired. You didn't want to deal with them or anyone. You just wanted sleep. So you didn’t answer. After a moment, Ross spoke. “Love, open the door, please. We just want to help you.” He gave a glance towards George when you didn’t reply. “Bubs, we love you. We only want to help. What your dad did was unfair, we know that, and we just want to stop it from getting worse.”

Ross added on, “We love you, y/n. It doesn't change how we feel about you. You’re still our baby and we still love you. Let us in, please.”

After thinking about it and coming to the conclusion of what more could go wrong you reached up from where you were sitting on the ground near the door, and let them in. Still not saying another word.

George found you first. He knelt in front of you and did some of the breathing exercises he taught you. Eventually, he helped you up onto the bed where Ross sat and you just fell into him. You cried into his chest as George closed the door and went around to the other side of the bed.

“You feeling better?” You nodded. Ross pressed a kiss to your head. “Good.” He said.

George scooted closer and smiled. ‘So…June, huh?”

Ross smiled and you cringed, “Oh my god, shut up.”

“What?! I’m not judging. I like vaginas too.”

At this point, Ross was a pool of laughter and as much as you hate to admit it you laughed a bit too.

“Oh my- just get out.” You said, cracking a smile.

“You gonna be okay?” Ross asked.

You solemnly nodded. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go to bed and see what happens tomorrow.”

George smiled, “One day at a time.”

You nodded.

They both pressed kisses to your head like they have done since you were little, and left the room, silently, closing the door.

…

The next morning, after some very much-needed rest, you woke up to the sun coming through your window. You sat there for a while, wishing it was still night and wishing June was right there with you. After a minute of snapping back to reality, there was a silent knock at the door. Matty peaked his head in and his eyes found yours. He was still in last night’s clothes, dress pants and all. “I’m sorry- did I wake you-”

“No. It’s fine I’ve been up.”

He just nodded. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Can I come in?” You didn’t expect this conversation to happen this early but it was clear that he got no sleep and had been preparing himself all night. You nodded. He came in and shut the door and sat on the edge of your bed. You lay back, resting against the headboard. He couldn’t meet your eyes, but finally did when he said, “I’m sorry.”

You showed a slight tight-lip smile.“I know.” You said.

He looked away again and sighed. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, I just…”

“For what to happen?”

“You coming out.”

Your head tilted in confusion, “Wait- you knew this would happen?”

He shrugged as if it was nothing. “Well, not this but yeah, love.”

You crawled forward and sat next to him by the edge of your bed. “Are you kidding?” You yelled.

“No. I’ve known you liked boys and girls since you were in primary school.”

This bitch. You stood up with wide eyes and stared at your dad. “You knew I liked both!?!”

He smiled. “Remember the first time you got drunk at a party?”

“No?”

“Exactly. You came home super drunk from June’s house and while I was helping you sober up and get ready for bed you told me you had a crush on June. That you liked her and wanted to marry her.” He smiled at the thought.

You were shocked to say the least. “Wh-why didn’t you say anything? Or yell at me for being drunk!”

“Because you’re a teenager. I wanted you to have fun.”

You rolled your eyes and sat back down, of COURSE he knew I was queer of course. Sometimes I wish he didn’t know me this fucking well. “Oh my gosh.”

“You thought I believed you were going to ‘study sessions’? I’m not dumb, love. I used to make the same excuses. Plus, I didn't think I’d have to worry about teen pregnancy if you were having sex with a girl.”

“Dad!” You said, slapping his arm.

“Sorry.” You covered your eyes in embarrassment and shock.

“I wanted you to live your life. And figure out who you are before you tell me anything. I wanted you to feel comfortable coming to me and trust me.”

You sat up. “I’ve always trusted you. It’s just June isn’t exactly out yet to her family so it’s comp-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He said, smiling, and putting a hand on your knee.

“I’m sorry, I yelled,” he said.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m sorry I lied and stayed past curfew.”

“It’s alright.” He said, patting your knee.

He looked at you and took your face in his hands. “I love you. No matter who you love.”

You smiled “I love you most.”

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hewo again! I love the way you write Bo! Could I have some angst with him like s/o is really sick/bad fever and Bo is super worried? Because of how sick s/o is, they sleep a lot and wakes up once or twice for medication and water. One day, s/o doesn’t wake up and sleeps all day, and it scares Bo half to death. He stays by their bedside, holding their hand, maybe cuddle, refusing to sleep/eat for a while until s/o wakes up, or until Lester takes his place for Bo to work and take care of himself. When Bo is alone in the garage, he ends up getting upset and throws/breaks things— he’s angry that s/o won’t wake up but he’s more angry that he didn’t take care of them when he first noticed s/o getting sick a couple days before all of this.

Yes! I’m gonna do a happy ending though cause yeah :3 but angsty too obviously

In Sickness and in Health: Bo Sinclair x sick!reader

Masterlist

A/N: sorry it’s short I’m still not used to writing angst, was happy I got this request so I could practice!

Warnings: Angst, Bo freak out,

You’d been in bed for days, you didn’t do much. Ate soup, went pee, slept. You showered once in the last few days, and your fever didn’t go down a bit. You’d told Bo you easily got sick and took a lot more time to recover unlike other people. This was due to your low immune system.

Of course Bo didn’t have a clear understanding of your situation until now. He’d been at your side to help with everything. If he couldn’t be there for some reason, Lester was there.

Bo lays next to your sleeping form. He sighs and buries his face into your neck and cuddles into you. Your breathing is soft. You didn’t wake up at the same time you usually did, Bo tried to carefully wake you but he couldn’t go any farther than a nudge, barely even raised his voice. He was worried but you looked peaceful. Your soft breathing pulls him into a sleep.

-

Bo wakes hours later, you still haven’t moved from your spot and Bo’s stomach drops a bit. It’s 6 pm, you haven’t gotten up to even pee yet. He pushes you slightly, but all you do is mumble and curl up. He frowns and gets up to make soup for you.

-

It’s been two days. You haven’t gotten up but your fever did break.

Bo’s been in the shop distracting himself while Lester watches over you. He fumbled with a screw driver and while trying to catch it Bo smacks his hand onto the engine of the car.

“FUCK!” He backs up and slams the hood of the car shut. He growls pushes his tool box to the floor. “Goddamnit. I’m so fucking stupid! Should’ve been better to you. You’re sick and I can’t fucking do this! Can’t live without you! I want you to feel better! I haven’t been able to function or anything. What the hell did you do to me?!” He takes the screw driver and throws it against the window, it shatters and Bo’s knees buckle.

“God, why am I attached to you? I can’t do shit without you here. Without you I’m fucking nothing I’m a goddamn mess. It’s been almost a week. I finally do some shit on my own and I can’t. I can’t go back to the way things were. I need you to get fucking better or I’m gonna lose it.” Bo mumbles. A tear falls down his face, his breath shakes, angrily he rubs his eyes causing stars to cross them. He slams his fist into the ground and lays there.

-

Your eyes flutter open, you’re groggy but are starting to feel better. “Bo?” You run your eyes to get the boogers out. He’s not there. You shrug and get yourself up from bed. You pee and walk downstairs to get some food. You grab crackers and soup and start to eat quickly.

It’s hours before Bo is back home. You took another shower and laid back down. Decided to turn on the radio to soft music and play it.

Bo walks upstairs and comes across you laying down, eyes open, wide open. Not even tired. He jumps into bed and squeezes you. You hack trying to cover your face.

“You’re awake! Holy shit!” Bo kisses you all over and you furrow your brows and laugh.

“Yeah, I told you what happens when I get sick silly. Need to rest for awhile.”

Bo looks at you and frowns.

“I-I know but you’ve been sick for a week and it worried me. A lot. You didn’t wake up for two days and it scared the hell outta me… I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “Oh hun, I’ll always end up waking back up. For you okay?”

“Okay…”

You cuddle into Bo and hum.

“God I’m so happy I can finally sweat this shit out. I hate being so sick.”

“I hate you being sick too.”

[itsdelilah123]

WINE STAINS

Nigel Colbie x Alex Forbes one-shot

prologue: Alex has been coming home later and later from his shifts at the bar and Nigel isn’t sure what to think, so one day he waits late into the morning for Alex to ask him about his “late shifts” at work.

🍷

(Side eye)

Alex’s pov:

I’m wiping down the countertop of the bar I work at thinking about how ready I am to get home. I’ve been taking overtime shifts to save up extra cash for the past 3 months for me and Nigel’s 3rd anniversary. I’m going to propose to him tomorrow morning, I got it all planned out. the ring I got him isn’t anything special but it’s enough (hopefully) I’ve also got a week-long trip to Rome Italy planned out, I know he always wanted to go there. I feel bad for always being at work but I’m praying to god that the proposal will make things better.

Third-person pov:

Alex finishes up cleaning with a slight smile on his face thinking about how Nigel was worth being sleep deprived and overworked. Alex gets paid a decent salary enough to pay for his and Nigel’s small apartment and everything they need, just not enough to get up and leave whenever they want. this has put a strain on their relationship but he knows they can get through it. Nigel will understand and get over it.

…

“ALRIGHT AMY IM HEADING OUT”

Alex yells to his coworker, Amy. She is one of the few people who he actually considers a friend, she’s even helped Alex plan out this whole proposal.

“OK DOLLOP HEAD” (Merlin reference😉)

Amy shouts back, Alex smiles after hearing her and nearly drops his car key trying to take them out of his pocket and unlock his car. he sighs and relaxes into the driver seat leaning his head back and trying to imagine Nigel’s reaction, yes they’ve been together for 3 years but he’s still scared of the possibility of Nigel saying no.

Alex shakes his body trying to push away those heart-aching thoughts and pulls off ready to go home.

Nigel’s pov:

For the past three months, Alex has been working “overtime” and he’s never home. His work has consumed him. His whole routine is work, home, and sleep. I don’t ever see him awake anymore, When I do cross paths with him it is very rare, I’m either waking up and he’s sleeping or I’m waking up when he’s just come back home. But today I’ve decided to wait up for him. I’m tired of trying to think of different explanations. He doesn’t need to work overtime it’s not like we need the money, I’ve checked our bank balance a few times and they haven’t changed. what reason does he have if he’s not profiting from anything? I don’t even get to have an explanation for any of this. it feels like he’s ignoring me trying to avoid me even. Every time I ask him about it or bring it up (when I get the rare chance of running into him when he’s not snoring) he gets defensive or says “his boss just needed an extra hand on shift”.

Third-person pov:

it’s been 3 hours since Nigel has decided he was going to wait up for Alex, he sat on their couch book in his lap and a glass of dark red wine resting on the coffee table next to him, it was getting late and Nigel didn’t know if he could stay up for any longer. It was currently 2:10 am and he got off work at 7:00 pm. Nigel started biting on his lip wondering if he should just go to sleep? he has work in the morning. Nigel furrows his brows gripping the cushions of the couch his knuckles turning white, he doesn’t understand why Alex couldn’t at least be home the night before their anniversary. Nigel wanted to see him before he had to go in for work the next day. Nigel lets out a sigh looking around and getting more anxious as thoughts run through his head. His eyes ended up landing on his glass of wine, he grabs the glass and slowly puts the rim up to his lips, he takes a deep breath before completely chugging the glass down, and wine drips down the sides of Nigel’s mouth dripping onto his (Alex’s) white shirt leaving small wine stains down the front of the shirt. Nigel pours himself another after another glass🍷.

…

Nigel is onto his 4th cup of wine but stops when someone abruptly grabs his wrist. he didn’t hear anything because he was completely zoned out (and tipsy)so he was shocked when he felt someone grabbing into him. Nigel choked on the wine coughing as the glass was being taken from his hand.

“Nigel, what are you doing up so late?”

Nigel looks up to see Alex staring at him confused and concerned.

“waiting for you ofc-of course”

Nigel says looking back into Alex’s eyes.

Alex’s pov:

I pull into the parking lot of our apartment building, I quickly rush out of my car into the small building to not freeze my ass off. I walk up 2 flights of stairs (we live on the second floor) I pull my keychain out from my pocket and unlock the door not expecting Nigel to be up but I’m taken it back when I walk into the apartment and see the dim glow of the living room light. Nigel probably just forgot to shut it off before going to bed- well that’s what I thought before I walk into the living to see Nigel chugging down a glass of wine. The shirt he’s wearing is covered with red stains, he had a blanket loosely covering his midriff, his hair was messy framing his face perfectly and his cheeks were a bright red compared to his fair skin— he looked beautiful.

I rushed over to him and grab his wrist pulling the drink away from his mouth before he could finish the glass.

“Nigel, what are you doing up so late?”

I ask him generally confused, he is always asleep by now.

“Waiting for you ofc-of course.”

“for me?”

I question not quite understanding from the lack of sleep. He looks away for a second but I grab his chin slowly pulling his head to face me.

“you stood up all this time waiting for me—why?” This idiot…

Third-person pov:

Nigel looks into Alex’s eyes and says “because you’re never here.” His eyes started to tear up (the alcohol making him more emotional).

“god Nigel…don’t cry, I’m sorry,” Alex whispers taking his thumb wiping away the stray tear that left Nigel’s eye, in this moment Alex takes in the boy in front of him studying his details closely. His eyes travel from his pitch black hair to his icy blue eyes onto his red chapped lips. Alex didn’t know what to do he’s never seen Nigel act this way before.

“Why are you always at work? Your keeping secrets…we agreed to always tell each other the truth!” Nigel says pushing away Alex’s hand wiping away his tears and looking back at Alex with a cold harsh stare. “Tell me…Alex, why? Did I do something wrong is it me…is it me Alex?” Nigel begs letting out a choked sob, his breathing quickened and his face went from relaxed to distressed. Alex's heart breaks in that moment. He never realized how much stress he’s put Nigel through, how could he let Nigel ever think that he did something that would make Alex want to ignore him?

“no. Nigel god no you didn’t do anything. Im so sorry…” Alex says almost whispering. “Let’s go to bed please I’ll explain to you in the morning...I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too.”

Nigel finally looks into Alex’s sorrowful eyes and hesitantly agrees. Alex smiles softly and put his hands on Nigel’s face gently rubbing small circles into his cheeks with his thumbs. Alex sighs and leans down and places a soft kiss on Nigel’s lips, resting his head on Nigel’s shoulder raping his arms around his waist.

“let’s go to sleep I’ll explain everything in the morning.” Patting his side Alex slides his hands underneath Nigel’s thighs lifting him.

“Ok” Nigel whispers while he wraps his arms around Alex resting his head on his shoulder his eyes growing heavier by the second. Alex makes his way to their shared bedroom shutting off the living room light on the way. Alex places Nigel on the bed telling Nigel to “wait he will be back in a second” going to the closet changing from his outside clothes to a pair of sweatpants, he then goes back over to Nigel changing his stained shirt and replacing it with a clean one.

Alex lays down bringing Nigel close to himself and placing soft kisses on his face and neck before they finally went to sleep. 😍(finally) 

 

(Smoking hot lady 😍)

THE NEXT MORNING

Alex pov:

I woke up to the smell of coffee, I stretch and open my eyes to see Nigel gone from the bed. I throw the blanket off of myself and walk out into the small hallway and hear my name being said. “Alex?”

I blink a couple of times and see Nigel coming up to me with a mug in his hands. I smile walking over to him raping my arms around him in a bear hug. “Good morning handsome..” I say placing a kiss on his neck.

“happy anniversary,” I tell him pulling away from my hug and looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry for keeping secrets. I’m sorry for putting you under so much stress—“ I was cut off by Nigel giving me a slow and gentle kiss, he pulled away and said, “you're a dick, and a liar.” I smile and give him an Eskimo kiss. “Let me get your gift.” I peck his lips and walk back into our room pulling out a small black wooden box.

Nigel’s pov:

I woke up by the sun hitting my face I look at Alex peacefully sleeping next to me, I can’t entirely recall what happened yesterday but I do remember most of it. I sigh and get up walking into the living room looking at the mess I left.

I cleaned up the bottle of wine throwing it away while folding and putting the pillows and blankets back into their original spots. I stretched and walk back into the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee. I stood in the kitchen with my thoughts running freely inside my mind until I hear the old wooden floorboards of our apartment creek.

“Alex?” I say walking into our living room to see him standing in the middle of the hallway with his head hanging low. Once he heard me call out to him he lifts his head smiling while coming over to me, he raps me into a hug saying “good morning handsome..” and placing a kiss onto my neck. I shiver at the feeling of his lips on me.

I’m caught off guard when he says “happy anniversary.” He pulls away from our hug and looks into my eyes. Before I can say anything in return he follows up by saying “I’m sorry for keeping secrets. I’m sorry for putting you under so much stress—“ before he can finish his apology I kiss him It was simple and sweet.

“you’re a dick, and a liar,” I say after pulling away from the kiss. He smiles giving me an Eskimo kiss. “Let me get your gift.” He tells me pecking my lips before rushing off into our room.

third person pov:

Alex walks out of their room with a small black wooden box in his hands and visibly stressed.

“Nigel I know I haven’t been the best to you over the past few months but I hope this makes up for it because if it doesn’t all the time I’ve spent working would just be wasted and I don’t know if— let me just get straight to the point…Nigel I know I haven’t been the best I love you more than anything and I would love to be able to spend the rest of my life with you…” Alex gets down on one knee opening the box and finally ask the question he’s been wanting to ask for the longest.

“Will you marry me?”

Nigel stands there frozen. He’s lost for words he never thought Alex would propose. Meanwhile Alex is getting more and more nervous because Nigel still hasn’t said anything.

“Nigel..?” Alex questioned voice shaking. So many thoughts were running throughout his head, god this was a mistake he doesn’t want to marry your dumb ass, why would he u basically ignored him for 3 months. Alex tells himself breathing heavier and heavier by the second growing more stressed.

Nigel’s eyes start to water a little bit and he whispers “of course”

“What?” Alex questions desperate to know Nigel’s answer.

“I said of course.”

Alex sighs and stands up his whole body relaxing, he walks over to Nigel looking into his eyes and down at his hand before grabbing the other boy's hand and placing the ring onto it the latter doing the same. big smiles placed on their faces.

Alex places his forehead onto Nigel’s putting his arms around Nigel’s body hugging his now fiancé. Nigel does the same and says.

“happy anniversary”

they’re finally united as one guys

(y’all I half-assed the ending but tell me if u want a part.2 idk if I will make one but if this does ok I might. Sorry if this is bad as well I have written anything in a hot minute. And there are probably a lot of spelling errors) 

[nnothingnesss]

The Dark (Short Story)

Mani and Glam survive in a dystopian world where nobody know’s what happens in the dark.

I watched her paint. It made me feel wide awake in the middle of a long dream. It was nice. It's the first time I'd ever seen someone make real art before. I had read of painting from books about Salvador Dali but I'd never imagined I'd see it in person. I feel like a witness to some ancient skill from a dead civilization I'll have to testify against. She continues streaking the canvas with black acrylics banishing white from the piece forever. My imagination trails to a bustling museum full of people who came peacefully to revere someone like her.

Had anyone else seen her, she probably would've been taken to the local scavengers and never seen again. Watching her unleash a mad passion on that canvas makes me think she really doesn't care, that she'd leave a hole in between any pair of eyes that tried. And after she'd go right back to painting.

"You mean to tell me you can just shoot a handgun all day and come back here and make such delicate artwork? Like it's nothing?" I asked her

"Pretty much," she tells me.

"Here I was thinking I was crazy. I can't stop shaking,"

"You need to get used to it,"

"Not something I want to get used to."

I look back down at my hands and I've finally managed to calm down a little. Flashes of what happened earlier, the dark man, the forest, the sunsetting sky.

"Are you sure we're safe?" I begin to worry again.

"I promise. We've been here for almost six hours and nothing has happened right?"

"So you mean we can just stay here forever and we'll be fine?"

"Yeah, if you want to leave our stuff at the school and never see the others again, sure"

Worry. I'm a huge worrier. I worry constantly. I really can't stop it.

"I don't want to leave," I say. She stops to set down her brush. Her painting is more than halfway finished. Four more hours until sunrise.

"We talked about this, we'll leave once the sun starts coming up so we can see that thing if it tries to follow us, then we'll run back into the high school and grab the rest of our stuff and we'll head right back to the city."

"I know, god please, I'm just scared"

"If you ever freeze up like you did in that forest again and I'm not there, you'll die."

"I know,"

"If you do that in the school then I'll have to be the one to put you down. And I swear to god, Mani, if I have to be the one to put you down I will fucking kill you. This isn't your first rodeo, so don't go acting like a rookie."

"You're right. Sorry."

"It's okay. I know, that thing, it almost got to you. You don't have to talk about it with me just so you know."

"No it's fine, it's just..." a shiver travels down my spine “I don’t want to think about what that thing would do to us.”

Glam doesn't say anything, instead she picks her brush up and dips it in paint.

"I can't shake it.”

3 Hours Later

I can see the first orange ray peaking through the blinds. It lights up the dark and cold room, overcast with shadows and covered furniture. I can begin making out the features of Glam’s face as she sleeps on the hard floor. She found me after I ran away from..well..we can talk about that later.

I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with running. Our jobs were pretty much that at any given moment. Any one you met was running from something. Whether it be from the Dark or their past, it wasn’t hard to tell. We all have seen it, with our own eyes. I’m just happy all the innocent people who died in the first few nights never had to.

“Hey, Glam, the sun is up,”

Glam darts awake, startled and then relaxes. Reflex.

“God, I’m tired of these awful nightmares,”

“I know. Come on, let’s go,”

“Just give me a minute will you?”

We stand up from the corner of the room. We managed to run into this estate last minute, right before the sun began going down. I look down the room to find a way carefully through tarp covered furniture. Whoever lived here must’ve been incredibly rich. They must’ve also thought they’d be coming back. God were they wrong.

“I swear the God’s hate us,” I sigh.

I place a couple of rationed food on the table while Glam took her few minutes. A couple cans of peaches, homemade beef jerky, and water. That’s it. I open the yellow can of peaches with a small combat knife. I got it off a dead soldier on the way into the forest. This was my first time ever using it.

After I pour the peaches into a partially cleaned bowl, I begin to pick out debris and any occasional insect that might’ve found it’s way into the can. One of them had a bullet hole on the side of it. The kitchen was filled with them.

I’m not sure why life turned out like this. Why the Dark had to become violent. All I know is now, any humans left out there will kill you quicker than any Dark could if they know you’ve been outside all night. Glam would do it. And so would I.

“Mani,”

Last night, I was this fucking close. I was so close to getting caught by the Dark. The sky was mostly purple and I never ever look behind me when I’m running. But nobody know’s what the fuck happens in the dark.

“Mani,”

I looked behind me, to the opposite side of the sun, the darkness in all of the trees, there was no light. The thing had fucking horns for god’s sake, and it was moving towards me so fast I could see it shaking the trees. I could feel it was hungry. If any of them get close to you I am so sorry you have to die that painful and miserable death.

“Alright, Mani your just sitting there with your damn hand in the peach bowl, wake up”

Glam pulls my hand out of the bowl.

“Oh you’re up, feeling better?” she asks me.

“I’m feeling ready. Let’s just get this shit over with.”

“Yeah. I’m with you there,”

The school wasn’t far just a 20 minute walk. In broad daylight we were completely safe from those hideous creatures. Unfortunately it makes other survivors the little tree mongers.

I’ve ran into people who kidnap women and do the most terrible things. Their smiles leave the most insidious feeling behind in their words and conversation.

And more often then not, these interactions were unavoidable. If it weren’t for squatters and cargo movers keeping our sensitive karma in check, I wouldn’t be making money and they wouldn’t be jumping like kids.

We don’t need to get too explicit. Sometimes discernment is key. Intuit into everyone around us and if you smell smoke? Run. In these terrible times it was all about survival. Not who’s got cooler stories in the dark.

“You got everything?” Glam asks.

“Yeah, come on.” I throw my bag over my back and walk behind Glam through the front door.

[imkattymae]

Travel: Fighting jet lag.

If I look back at all the trips I’ve taken overseas, the only time I ever recall being excited is when I finally try to get to sleep the night before - I’m hopeless. It’s like my brain flicks on ‘stay awake’ mode just before I know I need to get to sleep because I have to wake up early for a flight. It’s both frustrating and very annoying! Not to mention that I’m worried about feeling jet lagged and really tired.

It’s funny; I can wake up early in the morning and be really tired but can still last the day without falling asleep.

I must say, I don’t think I’d never actually experience jet lag until I travelled on multiple flights last year over five months.

First... what is it?

Jet lag is medically referred to as desynchronises, it's a physiological condition which results from alterations to the body's circadian rhythms resulting from rapid long-distance trans meridian (east–west or west–east) travel on a jet airplane. (Wikipedia)

In regards to symptoms, apparently everyone reacts differently. If you are traveling look out for these:

Headaches, Fatigue, irregular sleeping patterns, insomnia, disorientation, mild depression

It’s said that jet lag isn’t caused by crossing the International Date Line or the length of the flight, its affected more when traveling across a number of time zones which your body clock is not in sync with, and the rhythms are different from your natural body pattern. It also depends on how quickly your body adjusts to these new schedules, so the fact that I’ve never felt like I have been affected may just be because my body adjusted quicker than most people – thank god! Sometimes I wonder if it’s more a state of mind than anything else, and people overthink it too much. But I agree with my friend, I think it’s all about common sense.

If you have experienced jet lag before and often do, here are some tips that I have found from fellow traveler blogs and friends.

Tips to help you fight Jet Lag

Avoid overeating and caffeine  

OK, like me I can’t usually go a day without a cup of coffee or tea so this one is a tricky one for those who do drink a lot of caffeine. Caffeine does keep you up and awake longer, so it will be harder to try fall asleep and reduces your sleep time.

2. Don’t eat too much on the plane

I do think this should depend on how hungry you are and how long the flight is - you do have to eat. But if you do get hungry often during the flight, try and eat snacks and keep in mind that airline food is cooked at least twice because it’s almost impossible to maintain moisture at altitude.

3. Stay hydrated  

The plane can get really dry and with the circulating air – quite annoying, trust me – that is why I don’t wear my contact lenses on the plane anymore. So it is important to stay hydrating during the flight, you might even want to bring a hydrating spray for our face, and moisturizer.

  4. Try to avoid sleeping as soon as you arrive to your hotel

This can really push your body clock, so try and stay up until it’s actually the time to sleep at your destination. If you are really tired from traveling, take a nap – 20 minutes at most but be careful it doesn’t turn into a 3 hour one. I find that I don’t sleep straight away, even if I arrive at 8am in the morning– you have to let your body adjust to the local time so sleeping at the right time is key!

5.  Limit alcohol intake on the plane   

Alcohol can actually worsen the symptoms of jet lag, so try and avoid too much alcohol. If you feel that having a scotch or wine helps you sleep then that’s fine but remember alcohol can also dry you out and its worse when the cabin air dehydrates everyone – not to mention the effects of alcohol when the altitude changes. Did you know that one drink in mid-flight is the same as two or three on the ground! (I didn't know that lol)

If you really are worried, you can try taking pills like ‘No Jet Lag’ pills on Amazon.

Do you have any tips?

[doueverwonder]

Göttingen duo with 8?

Here u are <3 sorry it's sad i just got struck with this idea and it wouldn't go away T^T

warnings: blood, talk of injury, mentions of death.

~~~~~~~~~~

Rabenmark was covered in blood; and for the first time in a long time it was his own and not his opponents. Morton knew he should stay back, he knew he should let someone else take care of it. He hadn't spoken to Rabenmark for hours before the duel, they had gotten in a fight over this one, Morton had a bad feeling about it. It turned out to be right. Rabenmark never lost, he always argued that he never lost; but he just did, and Morton couldn’t move a muscle as he watched Affenstein run to Rabenmark, the medic not far behind him. 

He watched Affenstein lean down and ask if he was okay, Rabenmark nodded but when he tried to help him up he stumbled and fell back to the ground. There was too much blood, he was losing too much. He didn’t look scared, Morton tried to take that as a good sign, if he was feeling that bad he would look scared wouldn’t he? 

“I’m going to die at nineteen and nine months” his breath caught, the words said to him almost three years ago echoing in his head. He could barely keep track as he counted the months, Rabenmark’s twentieth birthday was in three months. Suddenly Morton couldn’t move fast enough, scrambling to get to Rabenmark, he was not going to let him accept he was dying soon. He would die himself before letting that happen.

Before he could even get close though Toggenburg grabbed him; “Give them space” 

“No!” Morton tried to pull away from him but the other had him held too tightly. “This could be it I have to-” 

“It’s just some blood. Give them space, let them move him” 

He didn’t mean to, but he turned and buried his face in Toggenburgs chest. He didn’t want to look anymore if he couldn’t go any closer. “He’s almost twenty” he half whispered; “he knew this would happen” 

“Nothing is going to happen” He steered Morton farther away, as most people in the building dispersed muttering about the incident; some worried. Some sneered at how Rabenmark’s pride was going to be the death of him eventually. 

Morton tried to hide farther in Toggenburg’s coat ignoring all of it. He just needed to wait for Rabenmark to come walking out, the smug smile on his face asking when round two was. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Rabenmark was awake; barely, but he was awake. More importantly he was alive. Morton would have burst into tears if he weren’t so tired, every inch of him hurt from being leaned over in the chair praying to any god that would listen to not take Rabenmark from him. 

Now he kneeled next to the bed, looking up at Rabenmark, the duel would definitely leave some new scars. None as bad as the first, but still, he didn’t even want to look at what was under the bandages on his left arm. Part of Morton was convinced the other man had been out to kill him, Rabenmark got in enough fights with people he wouldn’t be surprised if someone was out for him. 

There was no one else in the room, and he supposed that’s what gave him the courage to talk openly, at least that’s what he told himself. Not that he had clung to every second the last six hours waiting for Rabenmark to wake up. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” He thought he was too tired to cry anymore but could already feel a sob building in his throat. “Don’t keep going when you know you can’t, don’t challenge people over silly things, don’t…” 

Morton held his lover's hand tightly, tighter than the rational part of him said he should be. He knew how pathetic he must have looked burying his face into the sheets to muffle the fresh set of tears. Holding onto Rabenmark’s hand so tightly you would have thought the other was trying to pull away. 

He looked up, feeling Rabenmark pull his hand towards him, Morton let out a shaky breath as a soft kiss was placed on his knuckles, the only place Rabenmark was able to reach at the moment. He didn’t say anything but a smirk barely played on his lips, enough to say; 

You think you’ll get rid of me that easily?

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:2

Hi! Welcome back to my crazy little universe! Grab some popcorn, get comfortable and enjoy my lovies <3

Livvy ❤️💋❤️💋

You’re woken by Carol snoring loudly in your face.

And with some of her hair sticking into your eye.

The sudden noise jolts you awake from your sleep and you can’t help but jerk back slightly when you realise your nose is almost fully in her mouth.

You let out a startled noise, managing to waft Carol’s blonde locks from your eyeball and shuffle back; body freaking out when you near tip off the edge.

Yeah, your single bed is not ideal for two sleeping bodies.

You push Carol’s form from as far as you can before you nestle back under the duvet, sighing in bliss.

It’s all worth it -- so fucking worth it if it means Carol is here with you.

Even if she’s snoring her morning breath into your face.

You can feel yourself dozing back off to sleep, eyes growing heavier and heavier until your body decides to have other ideas.

A cramp seizes control of your insides and you let out a sharp gasp, near folding in on yourself.

You let out a shaky breath, eyes creasing as the pain washes over you.

Your hand moves to rest over your lower stomach.

No, you can do this; you’re cuddling in bed with Carol.

You’re not getting up because of period cramps.

You shuffle uncomfortably and start when Carol wraps her arm around you.

“You’re fidgeting, little one.”

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“Are you okay?” Carol asks, “or did I not burn off enough energy last night?”

You peak at her through one of your eyes and see her tired stare looking right at you.

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I‘ve got some nasty period cramps. I’ll be okay, they normally go in a couple minutes. Half an hour tops.”

You don’t expect her to kiss you when she does and it takes you by complete surprise.

“What’s your morning drink, kitten?”

“My - my what?”

“You heard me. What do you like to drink in the morning?”

You tell her and after kissing you deeply, Carol shifts to climb out of the bed.

You grip onto her arms before she can move fully.

“What’re you doing?” You ask.

“Like I’m gonna leave my baby to writhe in pain while I try to get more sleep.” Carol winces when your nails bite into her skin. “Now come on, little koala. Let your captain up. I need to sort you out.”

“Oh?”

“Not like that…” Carol winks. “...not yet anyway. You need some TLC. Let me help you. Please?”

“Okay?”

“Did you just answer my question with a question, kitten?”

“Maybe.”

Carol bursts out laughing, leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Stay in bed and try not to be in too much pain, kitten. I won’t be long.”

Then just like that, she’s gone.

Walking through your home like she has lived there for years.

You can hear her humming as she quickly walks down the hall and you’re about to get up to go and follow her when another cramp pins you back to the bed.

God, you hate being a woman.

Periods are just the worst.

You define as 100% lesbian; do you really need to have this torture every month?

No.

Plus babies are just something you never clicked with.

Screaming tiny humans with sharp fingernails and no spatial awareness.

You’d take a cute cat or dog any day.

You’re focusing on your breathing, deeply exhaling loudly through your nose, when Carol re enters your bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs.

She smiles softly at you.

“Here you go, kitten.”

She places your drink on the bedside table, not trusting you to take it straight from her in case you scold yourself.

The first sip is like heaven; your eyes flutter and you let out a quiet moan.

“You’re really good at making drinks, Carol. Wow.”

She shrugs, sitting by your legs.

Your eyes wander down to her nipples that are protruding against her shirt.

“What can I say?” She replies, “Wands is a serious grump in the morning before her morning coffee. I had to be good at making drinks, kitten.”

It’s your turn to smile.

“Well, remind me to thank Wanda when I next see her. This is just what I needed.”

“Oh! I forgot the rest of it. Hang on.”

Carol vanishes within seconds and returns in less than a minute to you; now carrying a glass of water and some pain medication.

“Have some tablets and drink all of this please.”

“The tablets, yes. The water, I’ll sip some it but no. My coffee is too high of a priority right now.”

You don’t even register fully what you’ve said.

And because Carol doesn’t react right away, it tricks you into a false sense of security.

“What was that baby?”

She waits until after you’ve had your tablets, until you’re properly lulled into thinking you’ve gotten away with it.

“What was what?” You look at her with large, confused eyes.

“About the water. Repeat it for me.”

“I - erm,” You feel your cheeks burning up. “I can’t remember what I said?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling…?”

Carol’s eyes twitch as she lowers herself to your eye level.

“You don’t sound so sure there, kitten.” Carol watches you like a hawk.

“I - I can’t remember what I said.” You reply quickly. “I promise.”

“Such a forgetful brain.” She says. “Dumb little baby. Need me to remind you what you said?”

You can only nod, trying to contain your anger at the insult.

You’d glare at her but you’d rather not get into any more trouble.

Not yet anyway.

“That you were going to sip some of your water, little one.”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah.” Carol mocks. “I’m gonna give you one chance to take that comment back, kitten.”

“Or what?”

Carol’s eyebrow raises.

“Do you really want to find out?”

You stare at Carol and look directly into her eyes; feeling all sense of confidence draining from your body.

“Come on, little sub. Use those words. I know you can do it.”

“What happens if I don’t…take it back?”

“Then I’ll call you Y/N until I say otherwise.”

She says it so simply that your brain almost doesn’t process what she threatened.

“What?”

NO!

“You can’t take away my nicknames!”

“Can’t I?”

You try to speak but the only thing that comes out is a garbled stream of incoherent words.

“N-no! They’re cute and lovely and - just, just no!”

“Then drink your water like a good little girl and I will call you all the nicknames you want, Y/N.”

“Yes, captain.”

It takes you exactly five seconds to drink the entire glass.

Carol watches you down the entire thing with an incredibly smug look on her face and the second you finish the last drop, she pulls you in for a kiss; holding your body firmly against her own.

“Such a good girl, kitten. Such a good fucking girl.”

Her tongue licks away any excess that escapes your lips and when she puts the glass back onto your bedside table, Carol’s whole body tenses.

“How long have you been standing there, MJ?”

“MJ?” Your head snaps to your door that stands ajar.

You hear her awkwardly laugh before the door opens further.

“Not that long…captain.” She winks at Carol. “I just wanted -”

Her voice trails up when the blonde abruptly stands up, glowering at her.

“What did you just call me?”

Carol walks over to your best friend, who resembles a deer caught in headlights.

“I need to make something clear. You do not get to call me that, understood? That nickname is reserved exclusively for Y/N, Wanda and Natasha...”

“I-”

“You don’t get to say it!” Carol continues. “Not even as a joke. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhmm.”

Carol towers over MJ.

“The next time you want to make your presence known, knock. Like a sane person. Don’t just stand there and spy on us.”

“...I will.” MJ’s cheeks are red. So red. “Sorry.”

“Now.” Carol licks her lips, exhaling loudly. “What did you want to tell us?”

MJ looks at the blonde a second longer and then at you.

“You know what? Nothing. Forget it.”

She slams the door and seconds later, you hear the front door get the same treatment.

Carol lets out a sigh, bumping her head on the wooden frame.

“I overreacted. Shit.”

You jump out of your bed to cuddle into your blonde girlfriend.

“No - maybe. But it’s MJ. She’ll get over it.”

Carol turns to encase you in her arms.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah!” You lean up to peck the tip of her nose. “We argue all the time. She’ll come back in an hour or two. Order take out, watch a crappy horror or something and then agree to move on. Trust me. What just happened is nothing.”

“It is though.” Carol replies.

“How so?”

“Because it’s an argument with me. Not you, kitten.”

♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️

True to your word, almost two hours later, MJ returns to your apartment, hair wet from the sudden downpour of rain.

Her shoes squeak as she walks through the front door, and when she spots the two of you nestled on the sofa, she offers you a small smile.

You pause The Lion King and smile back at her.

“Nice walk, MJ?”

“It was okay. Rain came out of nowhere.”

“Yeah I heard. Did you do a me and forget your coat?”

MJ toes her shoes off and chuckles.

“Maybe.” She replies. “It wasn’t raining when I left.”

You turn on Carol and smack her arm.

“See! It’s not just me who doesn’t take a coat.”

“Okay, kitten.” She kisses your temple. “I’ll buy you both umbrellas and personally attach them to your wrists.”

“Thanks, Cap.” You grin when you kiss her cheek, not missing the awkward way MJ clears her throat.

“I -” Now it’s your turn to awkwardly clear your throat. “I need to sort myself out…y’know…period wise…I’ll…be…back…”

You don’t miss the way Carol’s hand tightens on your arm as you stand up.

You pry her from you and offer a small smile to MJ before you vanish from the room.

Leaving Carol and MJ alone in the front room, The Lion King still playing in the background.

“So…” Carol starts, pausing Scar midsong. “Want a bright pink umbrella?”

“I’m okay…” MJ replies. “Thanks though.”

Carol sighs.

“Come here?” She says. “Please.”

MJ slowly walks over and sits on the edge of the sofa where you had just been.

“What’s up?” She asks, spotting a lone sock on the floor and deciding it is the most interesting thing on the planet.

“I’m sorry…” Carol says. “I overreacted. Big time.”

MJ shrugs.

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t fine though; I shouldn’t have shouted at you. Especially not in front of your best friend.”

“Okay, that was uncool.” MJ looks up at Carol. “And you did sort of overreact…but it’s fine. I appreciate your apology. Even if it is a pretty crappy apology…”

Carol lets out a laugh.

“Hey!”

“I’m just being honest, Carol.”

Rolling her eyes, Carol checks her phone and smiles.

“Well this crappy apology is just about to be the best apology of your life, MJ.” Carol replies, “in about 2 minutes.”

“Oh?”

There’s a knock at the door.

“Two seconds more like. Go and answer it, MJ.”

She looks at Carol.

“If I open that door and Natasha and Wanda are there…”

“It’s not them. I promise.”

There’s another knock on the door.

“Go and answer it, MJ. Quickly.”

Doing as she’s told, something that Carol is very smug about, MJ goes quickly to the front door and opens it.

“Order for MJ?”

The man holds out a tray with one large take out cup to MJ and she takes it.

“Thanks.”

“Have a lovely day.”

MJ looks at the drink in her hand before shutting the door.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Carol shrugs.

“Taste it to find out.”

MJ does just that, not caring if it scalds her tongue as she practically inhales her drink.

“You got me a hot chocolate!”

Sprinting back to the blonde, MJ tackles her into a tight hug.

All the while not spilling a single drop of her drink.

“I accept your crappy apology!” MJ practically shouts down Carol’s ear. “Consider us best friends at this point!”

“Erm, and what exactly am I?” You ask, watching the two from the hallway.

“Hey, your girlfriend got me my hot chocolate. That’s practically the seal for best friend hood in my eyes.”

“You’re saying I’ve been replaced?” Your mock hurt bounces off deaf ears as MJ swigs from her drink again.

“You even got it from Coffee Bean & Brew! They make the best hot chocolate!”

“Only the best for you, MJ.” Carol grins

MJ hugs her again.

“Thank you.” Another swig. “Thank you, thank you; thank you!”

Getting up from the sofa, MJ practically vibrates from the room.

When she reaches you, she pulls you in for a hug.

“What’s that for?” You ask.

“You’ve got a scary girlfriend. But she knows and admits when she’s wrong. So thank you for choosing her. And the other two.”

“Erm, thanks I guess?”

She pecks your cheek before gulping more of her drink.

“You’re gonna finish that in record time, MJ.”

“You bet your ass I am!” MJ beelines for her bedroom. “Enjoy your film, girls! I’m gonna go ring Peter and tell him how awesome Carol is.”

This time when MJ slams her door shut, it’s out of excitement. Not anger.

You walk back over to Carol who is grinning up at you.

“I told you I’d handle it, kitten.”

“Yes, by feeding her hot chocolate addiction. She’ll be hyper for hours now.”

Carol pulls you in close as she presses play; resuming The Lion King from where you had paused it.

“Careful there, kitten. That’s my best friend you’re talking about there.”

You scoff and slap her shoulder.

Before nestling into her warm embrace.

“Oh whatever, captain.” You say with a smile. “You can deal with her when she crashes then.”

Carol groans and rests her head on top of your shoulder.

“As long as it means we’re okay and she’s not mad at me anymore; then deal, baby. Fucking, deal.”

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[luveline]

congrats on 24k! can i request bestfriend!jonathon to lovers?

thank you! for you, best friends realising they might be a little bit more than that <3

Being best friends since you were kids erodes any need for personal space, especially during sleepy fall evenings when it’s been dark for hours and Jonathan can’t stay awake. He dozes against you with his face hidden in the juncture of your neck, not something he’s ever done before. It hardly phases you. In fact, you really, really like it.

You really like him. Everything about him. The way he sees the world and the dark eyes he sees it with, the way he speaks, even the way he moves. He’s a weight on you that you wouldn’t trade for anything, steadying you — grounding you. He’s your anchor.

You push your arm under his neck and he rouses. “M’sorry,” he mumbles, lifting his head.

“Don’t be,” you say, your hand pushing up into his hair, fingers spread and rubbing against his scalp lightly. You hadn’t meant to wake him. “Hey… Jonathan?”

“What?” His voice is thick with sleep.

You turn onto your side, feeling the boxsprings of his mattress dig into your hip before lifting your head off of his pillow. Suddenly you’re closer than you have any reason to be, closer than you’ve ever been before. The fatigue on his face slowly clears.

“I wanted to…” You pause as he inches closer, as the tips of your noses press together.

His hand comes to life where it rests at your midriff, his fingers spreading wide, hot to the stripe of exposed skin underneath. You close your eyes to try and collect your thoughts, to try and find a way to tell him what you need to tell him, but he’s so close you can’t think at all, and every nerve melts as he presses his lips to yours. You kiss just once, a chaste and fleeting thing, an outpouring of every unsaid thing.

Anxiety spikes into your chest like a needle as he pulls away.

“I’m sorry. I- you’re tired,” you apologise, a lump in your throat, face creased with worry.

“I’m not,” he says clearly. He brings his hand up to your neck, thumb pushing into your throat with a small pressure. He laughs quietly as he moves back in, as he says into your lips, “Not tired at all.”

His nose presses against yours as he kisses you for the second time. Over the racket of your pounding heart you can hear the sharp inhale he takes as your lips connect, as they part. You card your hand through his hair and melt under the heat of it.

You start to explain as he pulls away, “I’ve been trying to tell you-“

“Me too,” he interrupts, smiling so hard his cheeks must ache with it.

“Your mom’s gonna be so happy,” you whisper.

Jonathan gives you another kiss, sweet and lingering, reluctant as he pulls away to say, “God, we can’t ever tell her.”

You beam at each other. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you until your back clicks, the two of you limp and giggling like idiots.

“We can’t ever tell her,” he repeats, a murmur against the side of your face.

You don’t have to tell her; Joyce finds you forty five minutes later with Jonathan’s lips against your cheek, the two of you asleep and your hands intertwined over the sheets. She’s no good with a camera, not like Jon, but she damn well tries.

[pumpkintheriddlemaster]

... :U

[pinkslashersimp]

Hello again! I requested the Hannibal so who loves small spaces and I adored it so much, thank you! I have come to make another request, if that's ok! This time all your slashers with an S/O who has a caffiene addiction, more so a coffee addiction. Thanks again x

HI! very nice to see u again:) i’m happy you enjoyed what i wrote for you💗 and it’s always okay to make multiple requests! I enjoy writing very much and love to see people coming back:)

mandatory apology for taking so long): i’ve had a lot on and had no time at all to write, thank god i’m back now and have time, but again I am so sorry

i’ll sneak hannibal in here for u with the other slashers;)

TWs:

Jason Voorhees

“Why why why why why why why why why wh-“

Jason definitely gets concerned for you because of this habit

You already sleep enough, why do you need more caffeine? if your heart feels weird at times and you can’t stop moving why must you keep drinking it????

Most likely hides your caffeine stash and gets stressed out when he sees you drinking more

Michael Myers (RZ)

“Okay.”

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Sure, Michael is observant, and he cares about you, but he doesn’t seem to take into account the amount of caffeine you are fuelling your body with.

Will definitely keep buying you a specific brand of caffeine if he notices you drinking it a lot (to show he loves u<3)

Gets annoyed on the side effects though, especially any shaking and staying awake at ungodly hours of the night.

Bubba Sawyer

Let’s be honest, it’s the 70s, and leatherface lives in rural texas with like 2-3 other people. The only caffeine you’ll have access to is glass bottles of coke from draytons truck stop or any of his hard coffee.

Which he gets very, very annoyed at you for drinking and Bubba has to step in to stop him yelling at you.

He’s angry when he’s tired

Bubba, like Michael, won’t take much notice to your caffeine addiction but will definitely become concerned if he sees you drinking copious amounts of draytons coffee or coke. Surely that can’t be healthy or good, right?

Brings you glasses of sweet tea and water at meals to make sure you don’t dehydrate yourself

Thomas Hewitt

Absolutely notices. And is absolutely confused.

Much like Bubba, Thomas lives in rural texas miles away from other people. Completely isolated.

Where the fuck are you getting this much caffeine from, if not stealing from Hoyt?

Gets a little annoyed at you thinking you are indeed stealing caffeine from Hoyt and keeps you away from the kitchen, bringing you drinks he or luda mae make instead. Like sweet teas or water

Harry Warden

“Let me get some of that.”

Harry works all day, and often all night, in a cold, dark, wet mineshaft. He’s tired, his work is exhausting, he needs all the caffeine he can get if he wants to power through at least 5 minutes of it.

Do not be surprised if you find half your stash missing with an “IOU” note.

He’ll pay for it back, obviously. So long as you share with him.

Does get annoyed at you being awake when he isn’t, though.

Tiffany Ray

“*Clinks Glass*”

Gets a little worried as to why you’re drinking so much caffeine in excessive amounts, but doesn’t pay much mind to it.

Tiffany doesn’t mind a glass cola or coffee every now and again.

Definitely encourages you to drink more water or other things, and brings you glasses of water or tea when you’re laying in bed so you don’t go completely overboard with caffeine.

Hannibal Lecter (NBC)

The most concerned.

Tries to therapise you to see exactly where this addiction comes from but backs off when you see what he’s doing

Instead he takes a gentler approach of banning caffeine at meal times and bringing you glasses of water or juice when you’re thirsty to deter you from drinking more caffeine.

If it gets too bad he locks your drinks up somewhere in the house. You may have one when you have something proper to drink.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a place called home

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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[sleepysnk]

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ + kiba:)

a/n: holy fuck, this was fun to write. KIBA IS SO HOT IDC. i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!

pairings: kiba inuzuka x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, modern au, phone sex (?), f!masturbation.

3 AM Nights ft. Kiba Inuzuka

You were best friends with Kiba.

The two of you had been close for such a long time. You met him in one of your university classes, and from that point forward he was one of your best friends at school. You could never get enough of the guy.

You couldn’t deny, though, that Kiba was a pretty attractive guy. He was tall, had tan skin, soft brown hair, and he had a dog too which was also kind of cute to you. Not to mention, he was one of the sweetest guys you knew. Kiba had your back more times than you could count, and you were so thankful that you met him.

Sometimes, you thought about him.

Maybe a little too much.

Kiba was a priority in your life. He was your best friend after all, who wouldn’t think about their best friend?

But, you thought about Kiba way differently than he thought about you.

The clock beside your bed read 3:01 AM. You were currently awake with your fingers deep inside of your cunt. It had been a long week, and you didn’t have school the next day. So much stress had built up the past few days, and you needed to relieve yourself.

You were lost in pure bliss. The way your fingers curled and touched your g-spot made your mind turn into mush. This was definitely what you needed right now. How could you not? Your roommate wasn’t going to be back until tomorrow, and you couldn’t sleep. The opportunity was perfect.

Heat was pooling in your belly when the thought of Kiba’s cock filling your pussy. For so long, you imagined him fucking you into the mattress, and leaving you a shaky mess for him. It was a fantasy you often imagined when you were like this with yourself. Though, nobody ever knew about it.

“Oh! Kiba..” you whispered, playing with your breast.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, you heard the sudden ping from your phone. It actually startled you a bit. You weren’t expecting anyone to be up at this hour. It was really late, so who could be the one texting you? Was it Sakura, your roommate, getting locked out again?

Pulling your wet fingers out of your cunt, you used your other hand to grab your phone off of your bedside table.

Your eyes grew wide, realizing it was Kiba who sent you a message.

Kiba: hey :) you up?

With shaky hands, you began to type a reply back to him. Part of you regretted responding since you were so close to reaching your high, but it’d have to wait for right now.

After a few seconds, you decided to give him a call. You weren’t sure why, but you wanted to hear his voice instead of a text. Maybe it would help you fall asleep.

“Hello? What’s up (Y/N)?”

You shifted around in your bed, trying to push out the thoughts you just had. “Not much, I just can’t sleep.” you replied.

You could hear him move around as well. “That’s not good, is there something keeping you up?” he asked.

A part of you wanted to say it was him keeping you awake at night. You weren’t sure where this sudden boldness was coming from, but you had to push it away as Kiba was only your guy best friend and nothing more.

But, God, was his voice so sexy right now. It was so deep and he clearly sounded tired. The way it vibrated through your speaker, and swam in your ears made your pussy grow aroused again.

“(Y/N)?”

You snapped back into reality once you heard his voice calling for you. “S-Sorry! What’s happening?” you asked, shaking your head.

He chuckled, “I asked if something was bothering you, and you didn’t respond so I thought you fell asleep for a moment.”

You stared down at your dark phone screen. “Oh, no, nothing is keeping me up. I guess I just couldn’t sleep,” you replied in a reassuring tone.

You heard him let out air through his mouth. “Well.. you do need some sleep, so if you want, I can stay on the phone with you until you go to bed.” he said.

You could feel your body heat up. He wanted to stay up with you? You didn’t want to say no, but the throb coming between your legs wasn’t going away anytime soon.

That’s when an idea popped into your mind. One that sounded bad if you said it out loud, but who said he had to know?

“Yeah, that sounds nice, Kiba.” you said, laying down on your bed.

Kiba smiled to himself, “Well.. that’s good, I’m glad you’re gonna stay on the phone because I honestly have nobody to talk to at night. Shino goes to bed pretty early, and Hinata.. well she spends so much time with Naruto it’s hard to find time to talk to her.”

You hummed in response as you ran a finger down your wet slit. Your arousal still leaked from your hole from your previous activities, and you needed a bit of a push to really get going again. You figured teasing yourself a bit would get the job done.

“So, did you do the assignment for class today?” he asked, clearing his throat.

You bit your lip to surpress a moan that threatened to come from your mouth. “No.. not yet,” you replied, spreading your legs further apart on the mattress. “Kiba.. can you just talk to me so I can fall asleep? I think it’ll help better.”

“For sure, I don’t mind!” he said, “Just let me know if you get tired or anything.”

You nodded your head, “Okay..”

It grew quiet for a few seconds, so that’s when you decided to sink your middle finger into your cunt. That familiar feeling came back to you, and, fuck, did it feel so good.

You slowly dragged your finger in and out of your entrance. You sunk your teeth into your knuckle to prevent any unnecessary noises from coming out. It’d be extremely embarrassing if he heard you say or do something weird like that.

“I really liked your top today! It was really nice,” he said, breaking the silence.

Oh fuck, you wished he could fuck you with his voice. You wondered how he’d sound dirty talking you, or how he would grunt if he was fucking your pretty pussy.

You slipped your pointer finger inside of you to increase the pleasure. You imagined it was Kiba’s thick cock inside of you, filling you up, and making you cum all over it.

“Shit..” you whispered, pumping your fingers at a quicker pace.

“Are you okay?” Kiba asked, causing you to freeze.

Fuck, you shouldn’t be almost getting caught like this. You needed to hurry up and get this over with before he becomes too suspicious of your actions. God knows what Kiba would do if he found out you were fingering your self to the sound of his voice.

“I-I’m fine! Just sleepy..” you replied, pushing the covers off of your body.

“Oh! Okay.. just wondering,” he said.

You stared at the ceiling as you continued fingering yourself. The same image suddenly flooded into your head, making you grow wetter, and closer to your orgasm.

The room was starting to grow hot, and you began to let out several heavy pants. It was so fucking good, and you just let yourself fall back into pure bliss.

“You know.. I’m glad we’re best friends, (Y/N), you mean a lot to me.”

His words were bringing you closer. The slight praise was making this so much easier. You wanted, no, you needed to hear more of him.

“M-Me too.. Kiba..” you replied, breathlessly.

You felt that knot coming back to your stomach. You were going to reach your high any minute now, and you couldn’t help but let out a small moan. It wasn’t too loud, but it was enough for you to slap your hand over your mouth.

“I’m glad you feel the same.. I’m really happy we met,” he said.

You practically struggled to respond to him. “Mhm! Me t-too!” you replied. It came out more like a cry than a regular reply.

Suddenly, your eyes saw white stars as your orgasm washed over you. Your thighs twitched and you bit your knuckle to prevent any noises from coming out of your mouth. That had to be one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a really long time.

For a few moments, you panted, the effects were taking over your body. Sweat clung to your skin, and your whole body was on fire.

You quickly composed yourself and reached for your phone that was laying by your head. “So, what are you up to?” you asked, nonchalantly.

You heard a chuckle come from the other side which made you quirk a brow. Why was he laughing all of the sudden?

“Is something wrong, Kiba?” you asked again.

“If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

[professorrw]

Don't Fake It

marvel masterlist

Pairing: female reader x Peter Quill

Request: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. Then after, she apologizes for faking it and it gets kinda fluffy because hes like “hey, its not good for me if you’re not having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if i’m that desperate.”

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, faking an orgasm, protected sex, rough sex

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Sleep was calling your name, digging its claws into you and dragging you into the dark depths of slumber. But there was something stopping it. That thing was Peter. He was wide awake and his sex drive was in full throttle. You weren’t feeling up to it though. The long day at work had taken a toll on you, and the only thing you wanted to do was go to sleep.

You loved Peter, everything about him. You didn’t want to deny him sex, especially when he was being so sweet about it. Your back was to him so he could cuddle you while you slept, but he started to kiss your shoulders and the part of your back that was exposed by your tank top.

“Mmm what is it baby?” you asked groggily.

“I want you,” he replied unashamedly. You could feel Quill shifting his weight behind you. He was peering over your shoulder, trying to look at you. He had missed you all day and you were finally home. What he didn’t know was that you were tired, and not in the mood.

“Oh really?” you mumbled.

“Mhm, I missed you today.” You couldn’t see him but by his sweet tone of voice you could tell that he was sticking his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You smiled and turned around, cupping his face in your hands.

"You know you're adorable right?" you teased.

He smiled, "I know, that's why you can't resist all of this." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. He was just too cute. You didn't want to tell him no.

When you stopped laughing he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss quickly elevated, his hand snaking up your tight shirt and pressing heat against your lower abdomen. While your eyes were closed, sleep called your name once more, but you ignored it.

Peter pulled back for a minute and reached over to the night stand. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down and put it on, tossing the wrapper back onto the table. He switched positions and crawled on top of you. His face drew closer and he kissed you while he pulled down your sweat shorts.

He got the lube too and squirted some on his covered dick and rubbed the leftovers around near your entrance. With dick in hand he guided his length into you, easing it in as to not hurt you. He let out a long sigh when he got to moving. At least he was feeling good, you thought. Peter was making you feel good too, but you were so tired that if it weren't for the movement you would have fallen asleep.

The pleasure wasn't building like it usually did. You wanted to cum, you wanted to show Peter that he was doing a good job. But you weren't feeling it, and you knew you weren't going to cum. You didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings so as he reached his peak speed and his head lolled back you moaned extra loud, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too," he groaned back. His hips pounded into you and his balls slapped against you as he came in his condom. You kept on moaning a little, acting like you had actually cum too.

Peter slowed then pulled out. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the bathroom to clean up. He went to take his condom off and realized there was no cum on the outside of it. You said you had cum, but there wasn't anything other than lube on there. Quill didn't want to assume you had faked it, but he didn't want to ask right away either.

He threw the condom away and went back to your bedroom. You were already out cold, and when Peter saw he sighed and crawled into bed, completely dejected. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t make you cum, and a little annoyed that you wouldn’t just tell him. But he let those thoughts drift away so he could fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up early for work again. Peter was still asleep so you didn’t wake him and instead went about your morning routine. Three minutes before you needed to leave you wrote a little note on the refrigerator for him, “I hope you slept well hunny, I’ve already left for work by the time you wake up but I just wanted to say I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

About an hour later Quill rolled out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen. He wasn’t a morning person by any means. The coffee machine beeped and he pushed himself off of the counter to pour himself a cup. He set his mug down on the counter and went to the refrigerator to get milk and creamer. Your note, which he noticed just then, made him stop mid pull. He shut the refrigerator and took the note off so he could get a better look at it. A tired smile spread on his face.

Then he remembered last night. It was odd that there wasn’t anything on his condom, and you didn’t get up to clean yourself off right after he did. Now that he thought about it, you went straight to sleep. How unusual. He pushed the thought aside and decided he would bring it up later. It wasn’t making him mad, but he was a little wounded that you had faked it, or if you even did fake it.

Lucky for you, work was slow and you got off early. On the way home you picked up lunch for you and Peter. It was in a way an apology for your tiredness last night and faking your orgasm, whether he knew about it or not.

Keys jingling together you unlock the door and step in with takeout in hand. “Quill I’m home!” you shout.

He power walks out of the bedroom and just about tackles you into a bear hug. You giggle and kiss his stubbled cheek. “I missed you,” you say into his ear.

“I missed you moooore,” he replies. “How was work?”

“Better than yesterday, I’ll tell you that. Plus I got off early, so that’s even better. I get to spend more time with you.” You kiss his cheek again and he smiles before setting you back down. The food gets set on the kitchen counter and you pull out the chinese you got. You hand Peter his usual order and take out your own.

There’s only the quiet sound of eating for a few minutes before Peter says something. “Y/N I need to ask you something.”

You look over at him. He rarely calls you by your first name. That means he’s being serious. “What is it?”

He wants to ask about your orgasm but you’re right in the middle of eating and he doesn’t want to interrupt you. He can just ask later, he thinks to himself. He thinks of something else to ask and quickly thinks of, “Can you pass me some soy sauce?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him but hand him a few packs and go back to eating.

Later that night, a few hours later, you were laying in bed doing nothing in particular. Thoughts of last night were filling both your heads. Peter was set on trying to ask you about it, and you were set on trying to make up for it.

The both of you were sitting up in bed and you set your phone down on your bedside table and leaned over. You set a hand on Peter’s bare chest and he instantly stopped what he was doing. His eyes shot to yours, a sly smile on your face. He could tell exactly what it was you wanted.

“Peter,” you whispered against his lips. Your mouth was an inch away from his and your eyes were drifting between his and his lips. He parted his mouth and leaned forward, capturing you before you could make a move. You were trying to take the lead, but he wasn’t letting you.

He overpowered you, flipping you around and putting you on your knees. His bulge was against your ass and he was rubbing circles against it. The intensity he was showing was like nothing before. Whatever it was that was riling him up you needed to find out. It would have to wait until later though, because your panties being dragged down your thighs was the only thing you could think of.

A condom and lube had already been taken out of the drawer, and Peter was putting them on. The room was silent other than the rustling of sheets and your heart hammering in your chest. Then there was the squirting of the lube and you knew it was about to come. The cold goo was smeared on your folds and slightly inside of them by Quill’s rough fingers.

His tip, covered by a condom, was right at your entrance in a second, and in just one more, it was inside you. Your whole body was pushed forward with the force that Peter was thrusting. You were moaning and panting, and he was smiling between his own groans. His goal was to make sure you never had to fake an orgasm again. And with the way things were going you wouldn’t need to.

“Oh- Oh my god!” The way he was slamming into you was so quick and hard the pressure inside of you was building like a balloon being blown up.

His hands were holding you and keeping you from falling over. If they weren’t you would have smacked into the headboard. You couldn’t stay on your hands any longer, you dropped to your elbows, back making a beautiful arch for Quill.

The unbearable speed was tiring Quill out, but it was also making his orgasm come even quicker. He grabbed your shoulders, giving himself even more leverage to thrust with.

Your knees were trembling, jelly below you. But you wouldn’t have to hold that position for much longer. That balloon inside you popped like too much air had been blown into it. Your walls clenched around Peter’s cock, and the cum he was searching for yesterday covered his condom. He kept his pace, legs killing him and pelvis hitting your ass.

He let out a loud groan, and cum leaked and squirted from his tip. He let go of your shoulders, seeing a red handprint there. He pulled out of you, your cum dribbling out when he did. He smiled, satisfied that he had done what he set out to do.

Your lower half ached and you all but collapsed onto your pillows. You flipped over and saw Peter above you, buttcheeks against the heels of his feet and catching his breath. You laughed just a little and he opened his eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“That was something else,” you admitted with a smile.

“Good.” He crawled onto his stomach and laid next to you with his head on his arms. You scooted over closer to him, laying on your back with your hands set on your stomach.

“Y/N,” he sat up, “last night,” he started.

“I already know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was just super tired last night and I didn’t want to deny you.” You looked down at your stomach but Peter turned your face back to his with his thumb.

“It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I didn’t catch that you weren’t in the mood. If you ever don’t want to do stuff just tell me okay? I won’t be upset. Besides, it’s not good for me if you aren’t having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if I get that desperate.” He waved his right hand and grinned.

You giggled, “I promise I won’t do it again.”