#he's so handsome and sexy and gorgeous but also HE'S CUTE!!

[heartbeetz]

Every time my jazzton art gets a bunch of tags calling it/us "cute" I go yayyyayay. Showing those tags to him inside my mind. The cutie ♡♡♡

Also throwback to these tweets from the game's creator. Never forget them.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Maxwell the Magician

Red Skelton Show; Deadeye The Magician (1960)

[suiana]

imagine sitting on a train, expecting a short ride but the ride just never ends. and no, it's not a 'the brakes are broken' scenario.

you were just taking a train to like, a nearby suburb to visit your friends like usual. everything was fine. all things were like what they normally were. ticketing station, the weird old man who tells you that they're watching you, and the cute highschool student who frequently tells you stories about his school life.

you board the train like usual, nothing out of the ordinary. you find an empty seat and put on your earphones. you decide you want a calm and soothing song that day. looking out of the window, you hum softly and anticipate what you and your friends are going to do.

that's when you realize you've seen that sign post two times already.

you nervously look around your surroundings, hoping to find someone else who's also realized what's going on.

but there's no one else in the carriage. oh, wait, actually no. you also have the highschool boy.

"hey kid, um, did you notice anything off? like uh-"

"hm? oh, it's you mx."

the boy's voice is deeper than usual as he continues looking out of the window. you frown at his reaction before trying to get an answer out of him again... only for him to turn and completely scare the shit out of you.

that. that was not the face of a human. not when his eyes were all black and curved into tiny moons. not when his lips were stretched so wide that he resembled the stupid 😄 emoji. not when his mouth looked like a bottomless pit of nothing that could swallow you alive. not when his skin was paper white and his body now elongated to look something like a sexy slenderman if that was even possible. not when he didn't resemble a human anymore.

"darling, what's wrong? you don't like my face? I'm really hurt."

his voice is deep as he continues staring at you from his seat. he makes no sign of movement, merely looking down at you with a tilt of his head before a soft giggle comes out.

what the shit? were you in a horror movie now?

screaming and falling onto the floor behind you, you shiver and try escaping. no, you had to leave. you couldn't die now!

scrambling to the help button, you try to get help. surely the technician could try and get help for you? you desperately press the help button, glancing warily at the high school boy that you were sure was actually a 6009 year old demon that decided to possess a body of a kid for the mere fun of it.

"huh? baby? what's up?"

baby? what? first darling, now baby? what's up with these men? you stare at the help panel before whimpering for help. unfortunately the male voice over the line only fills you with more dread.

"you wanna leave? no can do baby. don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

you don't like the way he said good. what the hell was that supposed to mean? for all you know it could mean imprison you in the train for the rest of your life!

"also I'm in the carriage beside Mr. Driver so if you wanna leave that weird shapeshifter beside you feel free to hop over."

beside... you?

you are suddenly hyperaware of every single thing around you and wait a second, why the hell did you feel a suspicious person breathing down your neck?

"leave my dear alone, you creep."

the air around you seems to loosen up as the weird shapeshifter demon backs up. damn, what good timing. you were just about to thank your saviour when the familiar feeling of dread returns, and even worse this time.

he was a handsome guy. tall, well dressed, and absolutely damn gorgeous. he was wearing all black, a black fedora on his head as he smiles at you with his pearly white teeth. reassurance. yet, you felt as though if you dared to disrespect him, your life would be over before you even knew it.

you stay rooted in your place, your mouth running dry as the male steps closer to you. each step of his felt like a step closer to death and... was it just you or were you feeling light headed now?

"i am afraid i cannot touch you, my dear. for your life will be drained with each fleeting touch. but i must say that it is good to finally meet you physically."

death.

you were so damn sure that the man in front of you right now was the grim reaper or maybe even death himself. your whole body was shaking at this point, his very presence making you feel as though an invisible force was pushing you down into the ground and squeezing you tight. it was hard to even breathe.

"ah, sorry. i forgot living beings are ever so fragile. my sincerest apologies, my dear."

just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the driver's announcement makes you feel like you're about to throw up.

"welcome aboard the hell train, sweetheart. you are now on the line to ǝɹǝɥʍou. please enjoy the rest of your ride!"

shit, so you really were about to get stuck on this train forever.

[kjupchurch-xx]

⭐️ Perfect ⭐️

                            July 26th, 2024

                       Los Angeles, California

                Deadpool & Wolverine Premiere

Tonight was the night we'd all been waiting for, the night we've worked so hard for. Tonight was the premiere party for Deadpool & Wolverine. I'd been working with the director, Shawn Levy along with making sure Hugh and Ryan had everything they needed while on set. I developed a super close friendship with Hugh and Ryan during the long filming process. I'd also gotten close with Blake, Ryan's wife. To be quite honest, everyone on our crew is probably the only people I'd consider friends since moving to Los Angeles four years ago.

I've done several films as a director's assistant over the last three years, but this film had been the greatest project I'd been apart of. Blake and I were at my home getting ready for the premiere while Hugh and Ryan were with Shawn preparing to meet us at the premiere. Our stylist came by earlier to finish up Blake and I's hair and makeup. They had us both sporting cute up-dos with a more natural makeup look with lighter neutral colors.

"I wonder what the guys are wearing tonight." Blake said while slipping into her beautiful red dress.

I shrugged, grabbing my black dress, sliding it on, "I don't know. Shawn wouldn't say."

She chuckled, "He never does. Did your ex finally stop blowing you up? Wasn't he trying to like show up on set some of the days we were filming?"

I rolled my eyes with disgust, "Yes, and yes. It's so funny how you ignore someone when you're with them and cheat on them but once they leave you on your ass, you want their attention."

We grabbed our stuff and headed towards the door as we saw our ride pulling up the driveway, "Have you met anybody you're even interested in yet? Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."  She smirked.

I laughed, shaking my head as we climbed into the SUV that was picking us up to shuttle us to the event, "Shut up, Blake. You're stating to sound like your husband."

She laughed, smiling at me, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I looked at her, sarcasm dripping through my facial expression and my voice, "It is."

She took a hesitant breath, "Seriously though, someone asked me about you."

I looked at her curiously, "And who would that be?"

She smirked, "Hugh. He was at our place the other night while you and Shawn stayed behind to finish up cutting scenes."

My jaw dropped, "What did he say?"

She shrugged, "He just asked us how long you'd been single and if he seemed like your type. He said he thinks you're gorgeous."

I turned to face her, completely flabbergasted, "You are so full of shit, Lively."

She burst into laughter, "Ask Ryan!"

I widened my eyes, shaking my head, "He's more full of shit than you are!" I failed to contain my laughter at this point.

She giggled, "Just watch. Pay attention to how he looks at you at the premiere. You'll see."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Okay, Blake."

Had Hugh actually talked to Ryan and Blake about me? He was a nice guy. We'd become friends since we met on set over a year ago. We'd done some press together and make each other laugh, but for some reason, I doubt he'd be interested in me. Not that there's anything wrong with me, he's just one of the biggest A-List celebrities in the world. He's also not even one year out of separation from his wife of 27 years. Dating is probably the last thing on this man's mind.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet. I couldn't shake my thoughts. I think he's handsome, he's absolutely ripped and his personality is out of this world. His accent is pretty sexy, too.

As we pulled up to the premiere location, Blake and I exited our vehicle, "Let's go, girls." Blake said, channeling her inner Shania Twain causing me to smile.

"Where's the boys?" I asked as we walked down the corridor.

Blake checked her phone, "They're waiting to step onto the red carpet. Which is..." she trailed off while looking down the corridor, "Right down there on the left."

I nodded, trying to hide my nerves. I've been on other movie sets, I've worked with other stars but I've never done a red carpet event. What if I fall and bust my ass? What if my dress malfunctions? So many what-ifs. As we arrived to the end of the corridor, I see Hugh, Ryan and Shawn waiting for us. Blake walks over to Ryan and they share a quick kiss.

"Anyone else feel like a 3rd wheel?" I jokingly said towards Hugh and Shawn, causing Shawn to shake his head and laugh, "Every time I work with these two." He said.

Hugh hooked his arm around mine, "You can be my date tonight." He gave me a smile.

I blushed, looking towards Blake as she gave me a silly 'I told you' look while hooking her arm around Ryan's. "Ohhhh, Big Deb's gonna be pissed!" He spat jokingly causing us all to laugh.

Hugh shrugged, "Oh well. She's the one that wanted to end things. Time to move on. Plus, I don't want to be the nerd showing up without a date." He said with a laugh and cheeky grin.

Ryan looked at me, "Fuck you, your first time on the red carpet and you're going as Hugh Jackman's date. I had to fondle his balls just to get him on this film. You lucky, lucky girl."

I shook my head, about to ruin my 2 hour makeup job from tears hitting my eyes at this point due to laughing so hard. "Guys, I'm pretty sure we need to go out there." I chuckled pointing towards the doorway that led to the red carpet.

We all nodded in agreement and made our way out. The sound of the thousands of photographers, fans screaming and journalists on the red carpet filled my ears. I felt Hugh tighten his grip on my arm, whispering in my ear, "Don't be nervous, you're gonna do great!" Causing me to smile.

We all posed for pictures as the reporters went wild. Hugh had not been seen in public with anyone since his split last year, so this was a big deal. The movie we'd all worked our asses off on was a big deal. The shouting was unreal and unbelievably loud.

Blake and Ryan went to another spot to do solo photos, leaving Hugh and I to ourselves on the carpet. A reporter took this as his perfect moment to approach us with rapid fire questions I was bracing myself for.

"Hugh. Kaitlyn. How does it feel to be on the red carpet tonight?" He asked, shoving the microphone into our faces.

We at looked at each other, "It feels great, mate. Glad to be here." Hugh said with a smile.

"Like he said, we're honored to be here." I said with a big smile.

"Kaitlyn, this is your first time on the red carpet." The journalist said matter of factly.

I nodded in agreement, noticing Hugh has not taken his eyes off of me. "It is."

The journalist continued to pry, "First red carpet and you're on Hugh Jackman's arm, how does that feel?" He asked.

I blushed, "Ryan Reynolds paid me to be his date. Someone had to take one for the team." I smirked, causing the journalist and Hugh to laugh.

As we continued our walk down the carpet, Hugh moved his hand from my arm to around my waist. We talked with many more journalists and posed for hundreds of photos before heading off the carpet to the back of the venue. There were some artists that were due to perform for the event. Some of them included Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Jelly Roll, etc.

Hugh looked over at me, "Noldsy paid you, huh?" He joked.

I joked, "Only a few hundred."

He playfully gripped his chest, "Ouch."

I threw my hands up signaling defeat, "If it helps, I'm glad I took one for the team and you weren't stuck holding Shawn on the red carpet."

He grimaced playfully at the sight, "You're certainly the prettier one."

I snickered. "Am I?"

He nodded with a cheeky smile, "Loads, sweetheart."

I'm starting to think Blake may have not been as full of shit as I'd thought. We made our way back to Blake and Ryan catching up in the crowd to watch the musical entertainment of the night. Taylor Swift took the stage first, causing Ryan to fan girl. Ed Sheeran came on right after, all was great until he began performing his hit song 'Perfect'. All of the couples in the crowd had begun slow dancing. It was a romantic, sweet song but being single in a crowd of couples was depressing.

I felt a presence behind me as a hand made its way to my lower back, "Care to dance with me?" I heard in an Australian accent.

I looked over my shoulder to see Hugh smiling a bit nervously. I turned to face him and gave him a nod and small smile, allowing him to pull me into his arms for a slow dance. We both swayed to the song, singing along, never breaking eye contact. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping he'd kiss me. I could tell he was thinking about it as his eyes kept trailing from my eyes to my lips as he held me close, continuing to sway to the sound of Ed Sheeran serenading the crowd.

I slowly bit my lip as I noticed his eyes glance at my lips again. His face slowly coming closer. I could feel Blake and Ryan's gaze on us wondering what was about to happen. Did I even know what was about to happen? Did I want to know? Before I could process any more thoughts of my own, I felt his lips on mine. They were soft and he smelled so damn good.

I know we're standing in a room full of hundreds of thousands of people, but in this moment, it feels as if he and I were the only two people in the room. The kiss was slow and passionate.

He slowly pulled away, still swaying me and looked at me, "I'm sorry, but I've had a crush on you ever since we began working together. I've wanted to ring you so many times and tell you, but I didn't want to complicate things on set."

I smiled pulling him for another kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away, "Ryan actually didn't pay me to be your plus one."

He chuckled, "I know."

I looked up at him, "Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere more private?"

He nodded, grabbing my hand, leading us through the massive crowd of people. As we made our way down out of the concert venue back to the corridor, we noticed Blake and Ryan already ahead of us.

"Ah Pal, gettin' lucky, huh?" Ryan smirked.

Hugh and I laughed, "We are too. It's okay. Embrace it. Embrace the amounts of great sex you're about to have." Ryan continued while nodding his head as if he were a love guru.

"Goodnight, Ryan." We both said in unison watching Blake, who was unable to control her laughter at this point.

Hugh and I made our way to the car and of course couldn't escape the sea of paparazzi. Except this time, we didn't pose for pictures and continued to the car. There were pressing matters that needed to be attended to first. Once we got into the car, we instructed the driver to take us to my house.

Hugh rested his arm around my shoulders, "How long have you known?"

I looked at him, confused, "How long have I known what?"

He looked at me seriously, "That I have a thing for you."

I shrugged, "I actually didn't. Blake mentioned it to me earlier, but I assumed she was full of shit. Kind of like the time you told Ryan to come to your Christmas party in an ugly sweater so he shows up and everyone else is in Dior."

Hugh laughed, "Love, you're anything but an ugly sweater at a party full of people wearing Dior."

I began laughing, "You get the point."

He gave me the boyish smile that had melted my heart since the first time I saw him onscreen and pushed a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, "You are the most elegant, beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

I blushed, "You're not so bad yourself. I've actually had more of a school girl crush on you since the first X-Men movie."

He smiled cockily, "Really?"

I nodded, "Really."

He pulled me in for another kiss, this time pulling me onto his lap, deepening the kiss. I could feel his erection growing beneath me, causing me to pull away so we didn’t cause our driver to have a wreck before we made it back to my place.

“So what do we do now?” I asked casually, looking at him.

He shrugged, getting close to my ear, whispering “We’re going back to your place first, then I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week. After that, we’ll cuddle. I’ll make you pancakes in the morning and after that, you’ll never want to leave.”

I chuckled pulling him into another kiss.

[cheonstapes]

hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..

miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' ♡(>ᴗ•)

a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely 💗💗💗💗

summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.

wc; 1.6k+

pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader

cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (￣▽￣*)ゞ, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie

you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes he’s ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?

typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces they’d put out. what’s better than spending quality time with his baby?

when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. “good afternoon mrs. o’hara, mr. o’hara. we’ll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.” the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.

the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. “well? lead the way then.” 

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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and your pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.

the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldn’t allow that, nuh uh. “d’you like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew you’d look so sexy in it.” miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.

this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lip’s latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. “this dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.” he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. “h-honey,” you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. “what are you doing? can’t you wait till we get home, baby?” 

he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. “how else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if we’re at home, hm? look at him, love. he’s probably gonna get off to this later.” you would think the guy isn’t even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasn’t even there. but miguel didn’t give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.

he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? “mírate, empadada para mí. you’re such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?” three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers. 

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guy’s hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. “mmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.” your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with what’s his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.

“baby, what’re you-“ you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husband’s tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. “lift your hips for me, love.” he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. “fuck, honey, please i need you.”  of course, he could never say no to you. 

he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. “you like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moanin’ my name like that.” drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.

the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguel’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. “shit…would you look at that.” he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies. 

“god, fuck - ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?” he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. “see my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know you’re mine, ‘m never letting you go - i’ll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.”

your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.

“thaaat’s it, baby, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.” his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. “you did so good for me, i love you so much.” you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. “mmm, i love you too, honey.”

his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. “you. ring up all of this shit, she’ll keep this one on.” he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. “one more thing,”

“when you’re done, do me a favour and quit. i don’t wanna see you here again.”

“miguel!”

- mírate, empadada para mí. - look at you, so wet for me

-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord

[madamechrissy]

Lucid Dreams

Pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem Reader ( reader is a ghost)

Summary: You died a year ago, and now a really hot Nanami Kento moves in to the apartment you're tethered to. You love to fuck with him, shuffle his papers, knock over his things, but you also love to watch him sleep. One day, he ends up seeing you. And... yep, how do you move on to the next realm? Maybe by getting railed by Nanami!?

NSFW- smut, lovemaking, explicit sex

Word Count- 3.5k- This is just a cute little story I got a request for. (It's literally crack fluff smut) Happy ending don't worrryyy. Just fluffy silly cute shit.🤭

Nanami Kento stepped into his new apartment, it was all redone since you had lived there, what’s it been since you died, a year now? You looked at how handsome this man was, dressed in a suit impeccably, sliding the jacket off to reveal toned, perfect arms. You step closer, and suddenly he shivers, as if he could feel your energy, but there’s no way…

Your energy had been fading lately, perhaps the longer you have been dead the less you have, but something about his presence made it flicker once more. You’d had fun haunting the last couple that lived here, ugh but their love annoyed you, because it’s not like you got any love in the twenty five short years you had on this plane of existence.

You expected heaven or something? Or some other life… but no, you just lingered here, in your old apartment, which looked nothing like it did. You could get down almost out of the building, just enough to stare at the moonlight longingly, remembering what it was like to talk.

You don’t talk, no one would hear you anyway.

Well…

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” You murmur as this blond sexy man rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing toned forearms.

Maybe you do speak?

You watch him every day, for a week, come home and do the same routine, over and over. He takes off his glasses, he sighs, he sets down his briefcase, he sighs, he goes to take off his jacket, he sighs. Yes this man sighs a lot, and pinches the bridge of his nose, exhausted from the long hours he clearly works.

You worked a lot too back in the day, overworked yourself to death, hoping for an early retirement, until someone hit you with a car

Yeah.

Maybe that’s why you can’t leave, you’re still so pissed, when you had to look down at your body, when you had to see your parents cry, before they left and never came back around. You couldn’t see them, no you were stuck here, and you don’t know why, endlessly lonely and bored. But… now?

Nanami Kento is here, and you enjoy his presence. You watched him from the shadows, your translucent form barely outlined against the wall. As the days turned into nights, you observed him with a fascination that flared up deep inside you, watched him as he slept, when his usually stern face would relax. You would always brush his hair back, but then one day you realize something.

His hair moved.

You touched him!? He opens his eyes, and you gasp, hovering over him, and the hazel eyes widen, but then he blinks, and you disappear. Nanami sits up, shirtless and chiseled within every inch of his life, fuck the man is absolutely beautiful, and he’s looking around the room.

“Hey, is … fuck I’m losing it. Is someone there?” You gasp, backing away from the bed then, as Nanami looks around, clearly sleepy and confused.

“Yeah.” You whisper, curious, and he bolts up, and then you see it, the bulge in his boxers, and you flush bright red… can ghosts blush!? Maybe? He was clearly huge, and apparently ghosts can get wet too.

Huh.

“Listen, I need my sleep. Please don’t annoy me.” You’re in shock, at how casual he is, and you laugh suddenly, apparently he notices because he glares. “Seriously, go… do ghost things and let me sleep.”

He’s back in bed, and if your heart still beat, it would thud.

You keep watching Nanami Kento, but now you mess with him, jumbling up his papers, just to enjoy the delight when he would yell at you. You would move his toaster just an inch, mix his spoons and forks, laughing maniacally as he would get so flustered, shifting them back. He is always so meticulous, that throwing him off becomes your new thrill.

On one evening, you watched as he flipped his light switch several times, each attempt to illuminate the living room met with flickering bulbs. You’re giggling as you keep fucking with the lights, clearly annoying this man, and you could feel bad, but he’s so cute when he’s annoyed.

“What now?” He mutters, and your laughter echoed softly in the corners of the room. Nanami’s head whipped around, eyes narrowed in irritation. “You are here again. Can you stop fucking around? Do you need to watch a movie?”

“You’re asking a ghost to watch a movie?” He whips his head again, as the storm outside rages, and the lightning illuminates the room, and suddenly his eyes are dead on you, wide in shock. Your eyes go wide right back. “Fuck… can you…”

“See you. Yep.” You fade away, frightened then, and he reaches for you in a few long steps, gripping your arms. You feel his touch, just like you had when you were alive, hot on your skin. “I’m touching you!?”

“I don’t know how you can even see me.” You whisper, and he just keeps holding you, this six foot something gorgeous man, and you don’t know how you look to him. “Am I ghost like?”

“No, you look like an… alive person. Is this offensive to you?”

You laugh softly. “No, I’m not offended. I know I’m dead. Just didn’t know how I look to you, to me I look the same.”

“You look beautiful.” You freeze, as does he, a blush on his high cheekbones, his lips pursed a bit. “I see you in my dreams. You give me those?”

“No, I wouldn’t know how! Um, you do?” He nods then, and you tentatively cup his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw. “Fuck if I was alive I’d have been simping so hard for you.”

“Simping? You talk odd.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“Not a ghost at least.” Your eyes widen, and he goes to apologize, but you just laugh then, breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t believe this. Hello, Nanami Kento.”

“What happened to you?” He murmurs and you sigh, looking down, enjoying his touch far too much.

“I was hit by a car.”

His beautiful hazel eyes fill with concern, why can you even feel his warm breath, his body heat? How?

“I'm so sorry. Why are you…”

“A ghost?” He nods. “I don't know. I was a good person, just worked a lot like you. I didn't have anyone too close. I don't think I have unfinished business.”

“That's horrible. Are you stuck here?” You nod. “How often do you watch me. Hmm?”

You giggle at his question. “Not when you're naked. That's not very consensual is it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Your body is beautiful though from what I have seen.” Nanami blushes again, and it makes his cheekbones stand out even more. “Hey don't worry I'm not trying to date, I'm dead.”

He grimaces, he still hasn't let go of you. “Your humor is morbid.”

“Morbid? I'm dead. Duh.”

“Dear lord. Listen how can I help you move on?”

“Tired of me knocking your cups over?” You smirk and he glares down at you. Fuck he's hot.

“I'm very tired of it, yes. But also I'd like to help. What's something you wish you did before you died?” Nanami asks softly and you hum, touching his chest then, feeling the heart pumping blood in his veins, his hard muscles under your palm.

“Wish I worked less and relaxed more. Wish I had a life. Wish I had loved. Fuck my life was depressing…” you frown as you speak, and Nanami studies you seriously. His hands are sliding down your little shoulders, down your slender arms, making you tremble.

“I know how that feels. I could say the same. Well what do you-”

“Can I try something?” You whisper, cutting him off. He nods. You tiptoe, because no you can't float, that's so bullshit by the way, and you press your lips to his, feeling them hot on yours. You moan softly as little sparks float, making you feel alive. He is tense, unmoving. “There, a perfect kiss. Have I moved on?”

He shakes his head, and your breath catches when he yanks you to him by the waist, pressing you up against his hard body. “You're still here,” his voice is husky now. “I've had some interesting dreams.”

“Oh? Tell me.”

“Where you're on top of me in my sleep… where you're sucking my cock and I can't see you.” You blink rapidly, as his words fill you, and he's caressing your lower lip as he talks.

“Oh yeah?” Your hands trail down his perfect abdomen then, feeling it tremble. “Ghost head, huh?”

“In another dream I get you to manifest long enough to return the favor. And you dissappear once you cum all over my face.”

Now you are soaked.

Wait can you still fuck!?

“How rude of me not to ghost cuddle you afterwards.” You grin then and he moans softly, as you feel how hard he is against your tummy.

“How long until you disappear again?”

“I don't know, this is all so weird. Fuck I'll try though.” He snatches you up then, and your legs wrap around his narrow hips, then you're slammed into the wall, and somehow you don't just go through it, your physical form is there, as he holds you up. He kisses down your throat and you cry out, hands in his silky blond hair.

“Nanami!” You whine out, and he kisses down your chest, as you eagerly grind against him.

“Even better than the dream…” His words make you ache, yearn for more, to be real to not be dead. Fuck the life you could have had.

“Nanami I can't. I can't do this. It'll hurt too much having a taste.” He looks at you then, lips parted, big hands sliding your top right off your head. Huh, that comes off?

“Why shouldn't you. It's not fair what happened. How long have you been alone?”

You're crying, and yeah ghosts can cry, those tears are falling and disappearing as they do. “But what if I move on and can't see you again?”

Your eyes lock, as you realize what you're saying. “If it's your time, darling, it's your time. But for now, I'd love to fuck the reason I'm constantly hard. If I fuck you well enough, would you please stop shuffling my papers?” He pouts then, and you giggle, fuck you’re a ghost but you’re giggling, in his arms.

“I promise.” You brush his hair back, as you had so many nights, having watched him sleep, having watched him just existing so beautifully, and now? He could finally see you.

Your lips meet in another kiss, and then he’s sliding a hand to cup your breasts, nipple rising against his hard palm, fuck he’s just so warm, and alive… you errantly wonder if you feel weird to touch. What does a ghost feel like? But when he sinks two fingers up under your skirt (Yep you died in a skirt) and groans-

“Fuck you’re so hot.” You figure you feel pretty good. And fuck if he doesn’t make you wetter than you’d ever been alive, he makes you feel alive almost. But you’re still not tethered to the Earth, you’re only tethered to Nanami.

“Please…” You whisper, and he eagerly lays you on his bed. “Oh shit, I was scared I’d fall through!”

He chuckles. “You’re kinda bad at being a ghost you know.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, you aren’t very sneaky.” He slides your skirt off, kissing up your thighs, and you feel his hot breath where you’re soaked, making your hips rock up. “I saw you a lot of times but I wondered if I was hallucinating. I work too much.”

“You really do. Nanami promise me… you’ll… oh fuck!” He licks you then, right up your slit, groaning against your pussy.

“Promise what, Darling?” He murmurs, and you struggle to remember.

“Oh… promise you won’t- ah - work so much. It didn’t do me any good, Nanami… now I’m dead and-”

“You feel alive to me. You feel perfect.” You’re crying, your little glittery ghost tears, as his eyes, seductive and lidded stare up at you, and he grips your thighs. He laps you up and you fall apart, like nothing you’ve felt before, yanking on his usually perfect hair.

“Fuck, worth dying for a taste of this.” You whisper out, and then he’s got two fingers in you again, working spots you have no clue are there, his mouth sucking in your clit, and you shatter, cumming all over his handsome face.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, and you cum again as he scissors his fingers into you. “Should I say Good Ghost?”

“Both work, shit, shit you’re so good. I wish I’d had you around.”

“I wish I could have met you.” He murmurs, leaning above you then, and your thighs wrap around his hips, as your little hands run up and down his body. Somehow this feels perfect, this feels right. “This is insane, isn’t it? Are you just a dream?”

“No, Nanami… you’re the dream. Maybe there’s something good for me… mnh! Oh fuck.” He’s rubbing his tip along your folds, and you soak him. He’s so huge, and thick, bigger than you had alive, but there’s no pain, just ridiculous pleasure when he slides inside your entrance, his brows together, lips parted.

“Oh fuck… Darling.” You cry out then, gripping him so tight, so afraid how quickly this would end, as he’s kissing you, as he’s entering you, stroking faster and faster, the bed creaking and the headboard smacking the wall. “You feel so perfect. You’re just so, so beautiful.”

“Oh my god!” Was there a god for you? Maybe Nanami was it. As he works over you, as he tears you apart, until you’re spasming around him, sobbing against his neck, as he keeps making you cum, fucking you from one orgasm to the other. “Nanami… mnh.. Nanami!”

“Don’t even… what was… your name?” He whispers, grunting as he fucks into you, and you struggle to remember, what was it? Oh. You tell him, and then he whispers it in your ear, as his cock is steadily slamming into you, against your cervix, so deep you felt you two were one.

“Kento… call me… Kento…” He huffs, slowing now, your thighs are pressed up, and if you weren’t a ghost? You’d let this man get you pregnant.

That’s how good it is.

“Kento! Oh Kento… it’s so good I- ah!” He’s pressing your thighs against your breasts now, groaning as he fucks you so hard, until he slows, and his eyes catch yours in the night.

“Darling, can I-”

“Can’t get a ghost pregnant- ah- do it!” He’s moaning now, and he fills you with a few more pumps, before hot liquid shoots inside of you, and you cum right with it, clinging to him like he’s your life line, rubbing your hips up for more. He kisses you, so sweetly, over and over, and you fall into it, into his arms.

“I don’t want this to just be once. Don’t go.” He murmurs then, and you’re crying now, as he leans down, easing out and making a mess of your cum and his, and you feel yourself fading. “Darling, please.”

“I don’t wanna go either. I don’t.” He’s holding onto you, and you feel it, some odd pull, like you’re being split in a million directions. “I wish I could have known you, Nanami Kento. Please, don’t make my mistake. Just live, okay?”

You see his own eyes glittering with tears. “I feel like I should have known you… you look so familiar…”

“Maybe we’ll meet in another life?” He just sighs, holding you close, and you hum, eyes fluttering shut. Ghosts don’t sleep, right? Why were you… sleepy?

He’s caressing your cheek, and you hum happily. “There were more dreams. Maybe… stick around? We can try them all?”

You smirk a bit, looking up at this beautiful man, one you wish you could have known in your short life. You brush his tear aside, smiling. “You deserve more than a ghost, stuck in the apartment.”

Then you fade.

It was a beautiful time with…

******

You wake back up, in your body and you’re… alive!? You rush to the mirror, realizing you’re in your apartment. You check the phone, and it’s the next day, the day after you died. No fucking way…

You rush out, and bump right into him.

Nanami Kento!?

You look up at him, wide eyed, and he’s staring at you curiously, a little smile on his face, he looks not as tired as the Nanami you knew, is he the same, you wonder? You realize he’s stepping out of the apartment next to you, and your mind goes insane, have you been in a coma, was it a horrible dream?

“Hey there, I’m Nanami Kento, just moved in.” He holds out his hand, and you take it, trembling, and he frowns a bit. “Sorry, are you all right?”

“Uh… no. No I’m not. Do I look familiar to you?” You ask then, softly, and he nods just a bit, a blush decorating his cheeks. Yours joins as you remember vividly, his tongue on you, his cock inside you.

“Very familiar. Do you work at the same building as me maybe?” You shake your head, sighing, and you realize he has his briefcase. “You are familiar but I just can’t really place it.”

“Huh… sorry I’m being weird huh? Should I let you go?” Then you wonder, can you leave this apartment? “Actually. I gotta go somewhere to.”

“Well, come on then.” He tilts his head, pushing up his green framed glasses, and you touch your chest, feeling your heart beat steadily. Was this heaven, was this another dimension?

Then as you all are outside, a car zooms toward you, careening off the busy streets, and you remember, this is when you die.

“Fuck!” Nanami has thrown both of you out of the way, onto the sidewalk, and he’s on top of you, breathing heavily. His eyes go wide then, as do yours. “Oh my god… you were dead in my dream.”

“I dreamt of you… that I was dead… I…” You’re trembling, and he eases off you, helping you stand on shaky legs. “Was it some prophetic dream? Was I supposed to meet you? This is fucking weird. I’m not dead!?”

He chuckles then. “You’re so not dead. I remember it all. It’s like a fuzzy dream though isn’t it?”

“Oh my god. You saved me!” You’re sobbing, and he holds you close, and you feel it all crashing, everything together. You can’t explain shit, except you are supposed to be in this man’s arms. Your neighbor.

“Should we get you checked out? I knocked you on that concrete hard.” He brushes back your hair, inspecting it then. And you just giggle.

“Do you remember fucking me too?” He’s bright red, his nostrils flaring just so, and then he’s dragging you back into the building. “Hey!”

“Fuck work.” He slams you against the wall of the elevator, pressing one too many buttons, as he cups your face, sighing. “You told me not to work to death, I remember it all.”

“This is fucking crazy.” He nods, but he’s kissing you, and oh god it feels even better, as your own heart thuds against his.

“I won’t let you fade away again.” You hear the emotion in his voice, and your arms wrap around his neck. “You were a really annoying ghost.”

“I was good in bed though.” He moans, your tongues are entwining, teeth clinking as you messily kiss, and then you’re in your apartment, ripping each other's clothes off, in a maddening state.

Both of your phone alarms go off, and you laugh softly.

“I was gonna wait a year to relocate.” He murmurs, and your eyes fly open, as you realize what changed. “Something made me leave.”

“I’m so happy. Fuck… do you think ghost pussy is better by the way? I need your expert opinion.” He’s chuckling now, yanking at his cheetah tie, and you stop him, shaking your head. “Oh no, leave that on.”

So you died… but then you didn’t? And Nanami Kento saved you, and he already knows you, he knows where to touch and where to kiss. You all both don’t go to work that day, no, you are going to get some R n R. <3  Somehow, and some way you were supposed to always end up in his arms, it feels like heaven.

[finnsbubblegum]

Morning Coffee (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, domestic joel (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were up to make Joel a cup of coffee and it did something to him. 😏

Words count: 1.4k

A/N: I hope you like the smut I’m writing because I am inexperienced lol. I hope you enjoy it.

You opened one of your eyes as you felt the sunlight shone through your face. You yawned and looked at the shirtless gorgeous man who was sleeping next to you. He looked so peaceful so you didn’t bother to wake him up. You kissed his forehead before you got up. You took his black shirt that was laying on the floor and wore it. Your man was big so his shirt wrapped like a mini dress on you. You loved stealing his shirt because it had his smell and you always felt comfortable wearing it. You walked your way downstairs to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. You didn’t forget to make coffee as you knew how your man loved coffee more than his life. As you were pouring the coffee, you felt warm wrapping your back. 

“Joel! What a waste of coffee!” You gasped as you spilled the coffee. 

“I missed your warmth in bed, baby.” He chuckled as he kissed your neck from behind.

You turned to face him, his hands were still on your waist. 

“I didn’t want to wake you up, handsome. You looked so peaceful like a baby.” You raised your hand to caress his cheeks. It was rough but you loved caressing his beard.

“Yeah, slept like a baby.”  He closed his eyes and smiled, taking the delightful feeling of your touch.

“You'll always be my baby, Joel Miller.” You gave him a peck on the cheek and passed him a cup of coffee.

“Thank you, mama.” He grinned and drank his coffee.

“Don’t call me that.” You laughed and patted his chest. 

You walked past him to continue making breakfast. You opened the fridge to get some eggs and bacon. Joel followed you and hugged you from behind. His hands slowly moved and found their way to your breast. You grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving.

“What are you doing? What if Sarah sees us?” You faced him and raised your eyebrows.

“Can’t help it, baby. You look so sexy with my shirt on. It turns me on. It’s your fault.” He chuckled.

It wasn’t only you that loved wearing Joel’s shirts. Joel loved seeing you in his shirts too. There was something about you wearing his shirt that made him hard.

“Oh yeah? Well, I apologize for being sexy, Miller.” You teased him.

“You need to take responsibility for your actions, ma’am.” Joel took your hand and kissed it.

“Well, I need to make breakfast, sir.” You pulled your hands away and tried to find a frying pan on the cabinet. 

“We can have brunch outside later, baby. I doubt Sarah will wake up before 10. It’s Sunday. Everyone sleeps in on Sundays. Let’s go back to bed.” He pouted with his brown puppy eyes.

“Fine.” You caved in as you couldn’t resist his cute brown puppy eyes. He knew you had a soft spot for his puppy eyes and he always used it to make you cave in.

“That’s my girl.” He slowly walked towards you, put his hands around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Why don’t we continue where we left off last night?” He asked you with his face so close to you, you could feel his breath.

“Uh-huh. Where were we, Miller?” You asked him seducingly.

“Here.” He answered you as he palmed your cunt.

You gasped and put your arms around his neck. He started to move his finger and rubbed your clit. You moaned as you felt the sexual tension rushed through your body. 

“Kiss me.” You whispered to his ear.

Joel kissed you so deep with his tongue caressing your lips then your tongue. You moaned as he kept rubbing your clit and kissing you deeply. You grabbed his curly brown hair and he moaned at the pain but it was also pleasure. You let out a small scream as you were startled when Joel suddenly lifted you to the kitchen table. He continued kissing you and put his hands on your thigh with his thumb brushing in circles. 

“You taste coffee.” You chuckled as he moved to kiss your neck leaving a mark. 

As he finished leaving a mark on you, Joel lifted your shirt to your waist. He bent down and moved your panties aside. You could see he was hungry to eat your glistening pussy.

“Love how you’re always wet for me, darlin’.” He grinned as he pushed his face to eat you. 

He started licking your pussy up and down then circling your clit with his tongue, teasing you. Joel’s tongue had that skill that can make you reach your orgasm. You put your hands on your mouth to stop yourself from moaning loudly. You didn’t want Sarah to witness this adult scene between you and her father. 

“J - joel, I-I’m cumming.” You whispered trying not to scream his name when you felt spasms throughout your body.

As you tried to catch your breath, you patted his shoulder in hurry. 

“Joel, joel. We need to go to the bedroom. We can’t let Sarah see us like this.”

“Okay.” Joel nodded. You could see his face full of your juices and it made you even turned on.

He immediately carried you on his shoulder like a toddler. You gasped at the sudden move. You were in Joel’s bedroom in no time and he laid you on your back on the bed. You took your clothes and panties off and Joel did the same.

“Need you inside me.” You told Joel.

“Patient, baby.” Joel took a condom in the drawer beside the bed, opened it with his teeth, and prepared himself.

You held your weight with your elbow as you watched him. He was finally ready and climbed on top of you. He locked you with his knees beside your waist. Teasing your cunt with his cock. You moaned as you couldn’t wait longer for him to be inside you.

“Joel, please.”

“Okay, baby.”

Joel pushed inside you slowly and started to move. The two of you moaned as the pleasure rushed in. 

“Fuck! You’re so tight, baby. I love how you’re always so tight for me.” Joel groaned.

His cock was big and thick but you loved the way it stretched you. You clenched his cock and he loved it. Joel started to move faster and you couldn’t help but scream his name.

“Joel!” 

Joel quickly moved his hand to cover your mouth.

“Shh, baby. We can’t wake Sarah. We need to stay quiet.”

You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. Joel kept thrusting into you. All you can hear is the sound of skin to skin, bed creaking, and you and Joel’s pants. His hand moved to massage your breast and play with your nipple. He pinched it and circled it. You always loved his moves. Joel knew how to please you in bed. 

“Baby, I think I’m close.” Joel panted and his moves were getting messy.

“Cum with me, baby. I think I’m close too.”

You started to shake and you saw stars as you came. He could feel your juices warming his cock inside you. Joel groaned as he came with you. Both of you tried to catch your breath as he slowly pulled away from you and laid beside you. You moved closer to him and put your head to his chest. 

“I think I’m fully awake now because of what you just did to me, Joel.”

“Thanks to the morning coffee you gave me before, baby.” He put his arms around you.

“I hope we didn’t wake Sarah up.” You chuckled as you caressed his warm hairy chest.

“She’s a heavy sleeper. Don’t worry, darlin’.” He moved his hands on your back up and down to calm you.

You kissed his chin and walked your way to the bathroom. You looked back to Joel who was still laying on the bed eye fucking you as you walked. Your hand resting on the bathroom door teasing Joel with a seducing tone. 

“Do you want to join me, Mr. Miller?”

Joel threw his head back, smiling and covering his face with his big hands. It seemed like he was caught doing something naughty. You loved teasing him because you enjoyed seeing him shy. With no hesitation, he jumped off the bed, ran to you, and dragged you inside the bathroom. 

[kissitbttr]

Normally, you never come home as late as Toji but these past few weeks surely have taken a turn.

Being a designer is definitely not an easy task, especially now you’re a mother to a two year old baby girl. The workload tends to get overwhelming yet somehow you love it. Toji on the other hand gets so worried about your well-being, hating the fact that his pretty wife isn’t getting too much rest.

You always reassure him with a long kiss, telling him that you’re absolutely fine and slowly adapting to the new schedule. You also remind him that his job being a CEO company isn’t too much far off. He can’t argue with that

It is Friday night. And it was supposed to be you and Toji spending time together. Toji already clocked out early, leaving all the work to his assistants but he will still keep an eye out from home.

However, you’re late. Looking over at the clock and see how it’s almost 8 on the dot and you made a promise to Toji you’d be home by 7. .

Unlocking the door of your shared condo, you let out a sigh of relief. No signs of your husband in sight and you feel bad because maybe he’s fallen asleep already.

But then a smile takes over your face soon as your gaze falls upon the living room. Seeing your large, handsome husband lying on the couch, fast asleep with his arms crossed. Then you look over at the dining table, eyes softening at the sight of your favorite dish cooked by your man.

Toeing your heels off, you slowly approach his sleeping figure. A giggle escapes you when you realize that this man is far too big for his own good, one of his leg being draped over the head of the couch because his torso is already taking too much space

So, so, cute.

You eye his handsome face for a moment, biting onto your lower lip as you slowly hover yourself on top of him. Both hands are supporting your weight on either side of his shoulders with knees planted beside his hips. You feel him shift and groan a bit under.

Toji looks so peaceful, you want to give him love even more.

Glossed lips softly pressing against the skin of his jawline, littering small kisses all over from left to right. Inhaling the scent of his cologne and marlboro reds. One that you scold him too often because he just doesn’t quit.

After a while, Toji eventually wakes up from his slumber. Eyes blinking a bit with his brows knitted in confusion on what’s happening. Then he sees you. His gorgeous, gorgeous wife and the scar on his lip twitches upwards for a smile. large palms coming to rest on your hips and rubbing circles on it, causing the skirt of your dress to rides up a little.

“Hmm, you’re finally home” He greets, followed with a sigh of contentment. Holding you steady in his grasp. “I could get used to waking up to this” He jokes a little with a low chuckle

“Hi, my baby” You smile, continuing the soft kisses all over his jawline and neck making him grip onto you a bit harder. “Why are you sleeping here?” You lean back a bit, brushing the hair that’s matted against his forehead

“Waiting for you” He puts one arm behind his head, eyes looking into yours. “I cooked for us. Your favorite”

“I’m sorry i was late” You pout, immediately feeling bad. “The meeting was longer than i anticipated—Alena is asleep?”

He hums, leaning into your touch when you cradle his cheek. “It’s fine, my love—She is yeah. Put her back to sleep an hour ago” He responds, his lips reaching to touch yours.

You hum against his soft mouth, giggling a little when he refuses to let you pull away. His arms circled around your waist.

“I guess it’s mommy and daddy time then?” You muffle the question, hands coming up to feel his broad shoulders.

He hums as a response, wasting no time and slips a finger underneath the waistband of your panties before pulling it off of you, tossing it somewhere across the room. “You know it, baby—God, i’ve missed you” Toji leaves kisses down to the column of your neck, one hand squeezing the globe of your ass. “Fuck—You’re so sexy. Such a lucky bastard”

“Baby what about dinner? You cooked!” You whine with a smile, not exactly wanting him to stop anyway.

“It can wait” Is what he says before flipping you under him making the both of you laugh, now that he’s on top of you. Both of your mouths finding each other again

Yeah. You can definitely get used to coming home to this

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about Reader who is best friends with Moon and Yasmine. She's rich and pretty, curvy and gorgeous. Moon loves Reader's curves and admires them from the side for so long. They end up getting together after a day by the pool and Reader caught Moon staring. Yasmine is their number one supporter while also teasing the hell out of them. It's super sweet and they're the It couple everyone wants to be or are jealous of.

Then there's shy!Eli, who wants to be with them.

He has a big fat crush on the couple. He shares a class with them where they are so cute all of the time. Then he shares a class with just Moon and he helps her when she has questions. He and Reader are lab partners and she's so kind and sweet. They're both so good at heart and are wonderful people, it's no wonder he falls for them. Not to mention they are both absolutely gorgeous.

So when they're at the library together, he's surprised to find the couple making out between the shelves at the back of the room. They're supposed to be finding topics for a research paper, not sucking face. Not that he says anything to them about it. He's flustered to have found them and they just giggle when they realize he's there. They run away and leave him a cute little mess.

The next time he runs into them, they're getting high in Moon's car in a parking lot. He didn't know he was walking up on them smoking dope but he knew he saw them. He just wanted to make sure they were okay because he didn't think they'd just be sitting in her car. They smile when they see him and invite him to smoke. He was just at the comic shop but he has nowhere else to be, so he just shyly says yes. He just can't say no to them.

They all pile into the backseat and they give him his first blunt. He coughs and they laugh and tell him that's normal. He doesn't plan on smoking a lot of Moon's weed because he thinks that's rude, but he smokes more than he thinks he does. They're all so high and giggly.

Eli is so relaxed and unbothered by anything. He can't even worry about his lip and how the two beautiful ladies think of him because of it. He's just so mesmerized by them as they feel each other up and giggle. Then all of a sudden he's between them and Reader is feeling up his chest while Moon is kissing his neck. He's so flustered but he's so high he can hardly feel it. He's just in heaven at that moment.

Then Reader grabs his face and kisses him and it's his first kiss and amazing. He melts into it and he has a hand her waist and his other hand is on Moon's. They're taking care of him and he feels like he's on cloud nine. Reader is giggly when she pulls out of the kiss and pecks his lips again and again and again. And then he's making out with Moon while Reader plays with his hair.

They take him back to Moon's place and make out a lot more. They're too high to function and do much more than kiss and giggle and touch each other. They end up on Moon's bed and he's in between them. They keep pulling his head side to side for kisses and then sometimes they switch and are making out with each other with him watching and it's so intense but at the same time not. It's the most of any affectionate and attention Eli has ever witnessed let alone experienced. He feels so lucky and in the most genuine way too because he's a loser in his mind, why did these two beautiful ladies choose him to kiss on and make out with of all people?

When things start winding down, he does ask them that. Reader giggles and answers, "Because we like you, duh."

Mood adds, "Yeah, we've thought you're super cute for a while now. And your so nice. And kind. And handsome..."

"Me? Handsome?" he stutters.

They hum and nod and snuggle up to him. They're tired now, the weed making them sleepy on top of all the furious making out and groping and touching they've been doing. Eli himself can barely keep his eyes open.

"So handsome," Moon hums.

Reader brushes her thumb over Eli's scar. "Amd sexy... in a cute nerdy way."

They giggle and kiss his face, tickling him and he laughs and blushes and can't believe he's in this situation. What does this all mean?

Well, when they're all sober, the ladies ask Eli to be their boyfriend and he shyly agrees. They pull him in for lots of kisses and hugs and little make out sessions. It's tooth-rottingly sweet but Eli couldn't be happier. Here he was thinking he'd never get a girlfriend and then all of a sudden he has two. Two amazing, sweet, lovely girlfriends.

[4m1rz]

Reminiscing tutor

StayC Isa X Male Reader

Tags: old friend Isa, daddy kink, blowjob, creampie

"Don't forget to use protection." Your housemate, Dohyeok teases.

"Yah, it's just a tutor session, not a date you moron." You argue. You prepared all of the stuff that you need for the tutoring session.

You, Yang Kibum, are in your last year at your university, High Up University. You are also the top student in academics and sports in the university. Everyone in the university, including students and lecturers, respects you because of your diligence and kindness and most students make you their role model.

It was last Wednesday that Dr. Kang, your Maths lecturer, told you that there's a student in the third year who is failing badly in that course. In order to overcome that, he puts the person in a tutor session for that course with you.

You, without a doubt, agree to do that tutor session. But when you ask him who'll you be tutoring, things start to go awkward for you.

Cause it's your old best friend's slash crush, Lee Chaeyoung or mostly known as Isa.

You and Isa have been the closest of friends since you were eight and she was six. Even though you two have a two years difference, it didn't stop both of you from doing things together back then. You even called her 'Chaey' back then which she finds cute and suitable for her.

As time goes by, you grow up into a fine man while she grows up into a gorgeous woman, almost angellike. At this point, you have developed a crush on her and hope that you two become a couple. However, you noticed that she's attracted to lots of handsome boys at the university. This makes you believe that she deserves someone better than you, which causes you to avoid her, and things get distant between the two of you.

Somehow, this tutoring session reunites both of you. You wonder how she'll react when you'll be her tutor. Also, you do feel odd about why she wants a tutor on the course that she always aced. Anyhow, you prepared yourself for your upcoming tutor session with Isa.

Fast forward to today, you are going to her place for the tutoring session. Apparently, she lives in an apartment near the university all by herself. Well, you don't care too much and go to the address that you got from Dr. Kang last week. 

As you reached the front of her apartment unit, you rang the doorbell and waited for her to come open the door. You feel nervous all of a sudden since this is the first time you two meet after all of your attempts to avoid her.

Seconds later, the door opens and it reveals the person who's in your mind at the moment. She's wearing a white crop tank with white pants with butterfly-like holes at the front. This makes her look ethereal and sexy at the same time.

"Oh oppa, you've arrived. Come inside." She says. With that, you enter her apartment and sit on the sofa in her living room.

 "Wow, you sure did have a nice and comfy apartment here, Isa." You try to make a conversation with her. "Yes indeed, oppa." She replied.

"So, can we start the tutoring session? Where do you want to do it and which topic do you want me to teach you?" You ask. "Yes, in my bedroom, oppa. Could you teach me trigonometry, oppa?" She replied. It's quite reasonable that she didn't quite get the topic because it's the hardest topic in the course for her semester. You also had problems with the topic back then.

Then, both of you go to her bedroom and she sits in front of her studying table while you sit next to her. And with that, you two begin the tutoring session by you helping her to understand trigonometry.

After twenty-five minutes, you tell her to rest for a while before you resume it later. She then goes out and when she re-enters, she brings some snacks for you. She invites you to eat in which you accept.

"So oppa, we hadn't hung out like when we were kids. How's your life so far, oppa?" She asks. "Yeah, I guess so. My life is just like my normal routine. I guess you know my routine, right Chaey-." You mentally slapped yourself when you called her the old nickname that you used to call back then.

 "Oppa, you haven't forgotten the nickname you used to call me back then. It's okay oppa, please use it, I like it." She tries to assure you that it's fine calling her by her old nickname. You mumbled quietly to yourself. 'Well, if that's what she says, you might just go with it then.'

She then asks you the things that bring back a lot of memories between the two of you, in which you tried to reply to every single one of them. However, things started to go a bit awkward when she started to ask the reason why you were so distant from her in the first place.

"Oppa, could you please tell me the truth about why you have been ignoring me since back then?" She tries to get the answers from you, while you are being shy to tell her. You tried so hard not to tell her about it until she showed you her pleading look, eyes wide open like you would see Puss in Boots did in the movie 'Shrek' as well as her lips pouting. You know that this is her secret weapon when she wants something, especially from you.

At this rate, you couldn't resist her looks as you began to tell her. "A-Alright, I will tell you the reason for that. Gosh, you really have to do that, don't you Chaey." She then giggles and waits for you to tell her about it. "Hehe, works like a charm. I knew you wouldn't resist my pleading look. So, can you tell me why you are distant from me, oppa?"

To be honest, you still feel hesitant to tell her about it but you try to push the hesitation aside and try to tell her anyway. "W-Well, we were very close back then. We would do things together, I'm sure you know what we did when we were younger. I would consider you my best friend and my little sister. B-But when we grow up, I could feel my adoration towards you is more than just a friend or a sister, in fact, I have developed a crush on you. Yeah, that's right, I'm in love with you Chaey. But, I guess you deserve someone better than me, that's why I try to distance myself from you."

After you tell the reason, she just sits quietly which makes the situation become awkward between the two of you. "Chaey, you okay? If you have nothing to say, I guess I'll-." Suddenly, she pulls you into a hug and you notice she's crying because you feel something wet on your right shoulder. "Oh oppa, y-you are such a pabo. I-I also like you too oppa. I-I thought I'm the one that has a feeling towards you, but instead you also have feelings towards me. Don't you ever keep something like this from me from now on, okay oppa?"

You pulled yourself from the hug to face her and nodded. "Don't worry Chaey, I won't keep any secrets from you from now on." You look at her while she looks at you, both with full adoration. Suddenly, she leans towards you and pecks your lips. Before she could back her head from you, you grip her nape and pull her towards your lips for another kiss.

 Kisses by kisses, it then turned into a make-out session. Both of your hands are roaming all around her body as well as hers all around your body. Without detaching lips from each other, you two get up from the studying table and get towards the bed.

Once you both reach the corner of the bed, you both dive into the mattress with you on top of her. You both continue kissing each other until you both retract your lips and end the make-out session when you both feel the loss of air. "Are you sure you want to continue this, Chaey?" You asked and then she replied. "Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry, I've prepared for this, daddy~."

 You almost choked when you heard that word coming out of her mouth. However, your mind commands you to just follow the flow. "It looks like my little Chaey has a daddy kink, huh? Such a naughty girl for daddy, aren't you?" She just rolled her eyes teasingly and pulled you for a couple more kisses before starting to strip your clothes off of you.

She first started to pull off your shirt from your body, which you helped her with as well. Once the shirt is off, she gives you pecks, licks, and lovebites all around your torso. After that, she tries to unbuckle the belt which takes her a couple of seconds. Then, she lowers your pants and your underwear together which then shows your raging hard dick for her.

"Wow, daddy. You have a huge dick. Is it because of me, daddy?" She asks you with excitement in her tone when she sees your dick. You then nodded. "Yes, Chaey. This dick got hard because of you. Please, do what you want with it."

 After getting your consent, she then holds your dick and starts to stroke it up and down. You moan softly when you feel the sensation that you got from your dick. "Ooh, your hand feels soft and smooth around my dick."

 "I'm glad you like it, daddy. Now for the next part…" She then removes her hand from your dick which makes you feel a bit disappointed. Suddenly, she bends down to your dick and starts giving licks at the tip of your dick. Then, she starts pushing her mouth to your dick until your dick reaches the back of her throat. Once she's ready, she starts to give you a blowjob.

You moan soundly when she starts bobbing up and down onto your dick. The sensation from the warmth of her inner mouth, her tongue twirling around your dick is too phenomenal.

 She also moans because of the sensation from your dick as well as the taste of your precum. You also wonder how she could bob the whole length of your dick without gagging.

"C-Chaey, you're doing so good. H-Have you been practicing it before?" 

"Yes, I have been practicing it, daddy. But with my toys only. I'm keeping my pussy just for someone special."

You wonder who's the special person that she's talking about. "Is the special person me, Chaey?" She nods and continues bobbing her head on your dick at a faster rate.

"Mmm. Oh god! Y-You're doing so well, Chaey." You moan a bit louder than before while looking toward her. She also looks at you with an alluring gaze and a smirk to show that she's happy to know that you're pleased by her blowjob.

"O-Oh, I-I think I'm gonna cum." Isa then releases your dick from her mouth. "It's ok, daddy. Just cum in my mouth." She then re-enters your dick into her mouth and starts bobbing maniacally fast.

 At this rate, you couldn't hold it any longer and started pushing the back of her head towards your crotch and started cumming inside her mouth. She tries to take all of your cum into her mouth, however, some of it drools out of her mouth and onto your dick. Once she removes her mouth from your dick, she then shows you her tongue full of your cum and then swallows it.

"You're such a naughty girl, aren't you Chaey?" She then just giggles and playfully hits you. "I'm so glad you like it, daddy. Did I do it well, daddy?" "Of course, Chaey. By the way, isn't it fair that I'm naked while you're fully clothed?"

"Hehe, my bad daddy. I want daddy to take my clothes off me. Pleasure me in any way throughout my body, ok daddy?" You just nodded, then laid her on her back. You start to give some lovebites all around her neck and she moans from it.

Once you reach her clothed tits, you cup both of them and you then realize that she didn't wear a bra at all. "Well, I guess you've really prepared for this, huh? You naughty Chaey~" She then blushes and tries to defend herself. "N-No daddy. I really didn't expect this to happen. I didn't wear it at home because it's more comfortable."

You then try to pull her crop top off of her body. Once her crop top is taken off her body, she then tries to cover her tits with her arms. "I-I'm sorry daddy. My tits are not as big as you hope. I don't want to disappoint you, daddy."

You remove her arms from her tits but she's still resisting moving them. "It's ok Chaey. Your tits are just big enough for me." After hearing that, she then just let you remove her arms.

 Long and behold, her tits dangling in front of you, just big enough for your liking. After admiring her tits for a while, you then lean down towards her tits and latch your mouth to one of the mounds while you grope the other mound with your right hand.

She moans very loudly when you start sucking and groping her tits. "Mmm, d-daddy… Keep playing with my tits, daddy." With that, you take turns sucking her tits and cupping her tits. Meanwhile, your other hand slithers down towards her crotch, going through her pants and panties to reach her wet pussy.

You rub your hand on her pussy several times before plunging two fingers into her pussy. This causes her to moan intensely and forces you to stop whatever you're doing to her. "D-Daddy, I'm ready. Please insert your giant dick inside my pussy, daddy. I can't handle it anymore."

You then hold the hem of her pants and pull down her pants and panties off of her at once. You give your dick a couple more strokes before lining your dick towards the entrance of her pussy. "Are you sure you're ready for this Chaey?" You asked her, to which she nodded.

After having her consent, you enter your dick into her pussy slowly. You grunt a bit because of the tightness of her pussy while Isa moans in pain because she couldn't adapt to your size. "D-Daddy, it hurts." 

"It's ok Chaey. Daddy will move slowly."

You then thrust your dick in and out slowly first to give her some time to adapt to your size. "I-I think I'm ready. Thrust your dick a bit faster daddy." She assures you that she can handle the size of your dick. Thus, you then thrust faster which makes both of you moan intensely.

"G-Gosh, your pussy is very tight and warm, Chaey. I love it around my dick so much." To be honest, you almost cum on the spot when you first insert your dick into her pussy. "Mmm, your dick so good inside of me. It's so big. I can feel it touching my core."

Suddenly, she moans loudly when your dick touches somewhere in her pussy. "Mmmh… Keep hitting that part, daddy. It feels so good!" That's when you realize that you hit her g-spot. With that, you thrust your dick hitting her g-spot multiple times which makes her moan uncontrollably.

"Mmmh, daddy. You make me feel so good~. Keep going daddy, make your Chaey feel relieved." Your thrust went faster and faster every minute after she said that. Thrust by thrust, you two moan intensely until you feel some knot forming at your crotch.

"C-Chaey, I don't think I can hold it much longer." You warn her that you will about to cum. "M-Me too, daddy. F-Fill me up with your cum, daddy. Don't you wanna fill your naughty Chaey with your cum, daddy?"

 You were shocked when she told you about that. "A-Are you sure Chaey? I-I don't want you to get pregnant." She then nodded and said that it was fine to do so. "I'm pretty, pretty sure about this. I'm safe right now. So please, FILL ME UP DADDY~"

"W–WELL, HERE IT COMES, CHAEY!"

 "DADDY!!~"

Your cum spurts into her pussy like a jet while she squirts all over your crotch. "Mmmh, so warm…" She moans because your cum went inside her.

Once you feel that you're softened and not releasing cum anymore, you pull it out from her used to be a virgin hole and see your combined cums leaking out from it.

"Well, that was intense. By the way, are you really safe?" You asked her again for confirmation. "Yes, oppa. It's my safe week. In fact, I also took some birth control pills for a couple of weeks." She confirms it. You just sigh because of that.

"Hmm, I guess you did prepare for this. You naughty Chaey. So, I guess today's our first day as a couple then?" She just giggles and hugs you closer. "Hehe, I'm your naughty girlfriend Chaey then. So please take good care of me from now on. Don't you ever keep any secrets from me, ok oppa?"

After that, she yawns and starts to sleep in your embrace. You hug her tight in your embrace while watching her with full adoration and then kiss her forehead.

"Don't worry Chaey. I will always let you know that I'll be by your side every single time from now on. I love you, my Chaey." You mumbled to yourself before joining her in the sleep world.

P/s: This is my first time writing. Actually, I wanna post this earlier but since I’m new with this shit, it takes a longer period for me to post it. Hope the ones who read this would like it.

[scekrex]

Dont kill me but I got inspiration from ur interaction with someone else oops..

Basically Adam x Male!reader (We love him sm) and reader keeps tryna call Adam cute or some other praises he's not used to

Hes used to being called things like.. Hot,, cool, sexy even,?? I mean he's the "Original dick" and a pretty important person by heavens standards so like he'd def get a lot of compliments like that (Which all boost his ego)

But then you have the reader, (Who's either his boyfriend or husband or something idk you can choose that!) calling him nicknames he's not used to! Like pretty, gorgeous, cute, adorable!! (Handsome, maybe?) I mean he'd act like he hated at first but bro he'd be flustered like crazy after a bit because?? nobody ever called him that before? In his "relationships" (more like flings,,) after Eve he normally was always called praises linked to sex, sexual names etc etc, but those genuine compliments that he KNOWS reader means, and aren't just for sex, he'd be head over HEELS. pls make him be flustered I wanna see flustered Adam so bad💔💔 /nf

Omg I love this soooo much and it only makes sense too? Like ofc he's used to sexual comments and nicknames. But soft ones? No he gets all blushy over 'em. Not that he'd ever admit ofc

'Cause no one saw me the way you did and no one's seen me that way since

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

“C’mon cutie,” you begged in a whiney voice, looking at Adam with desperate eyes. The first man raised an eyebrow at you.

Cutie.

No-one had ever called him cutie before, how was he supposed to react to that?

Should he ignore it? Should he comment on it? If so, how?

He knew how to handle compliments that assured him in his sexual attractiveness, he was used to people giving him nicknames like ‘Hot Stuff’ or ‘Sexy’, some people even casually called him ‘Dickmaster’ which - to be completely fair - had been a little strange in the beginning because it was coming from strangers. But he couldn’t deny that nicknames like those fed his confidence and ego.

Things in the past had always been sexual, the nicknames, the interactions with other people, the way he was treated by others in general. If he didn't know it better he would think of him as some sort of sex icon - and maybe that was how people saw him but he didn’t mind. Sex had never been something bad in Adam’s opinion, quite the opposite was the case, so being seen and thought of as a sex icon was a compliment to him.

But those nicknames you used for him were different. Yes, you did call him ‘Sexy’, you did let him know that he was hot shit and you definitely weren’t hiding the fact that you enjoyed the sex with him. But outside of the bedroom Adam was no longer referred to as Sexy. Outside of the bedroom he was so much more to you than just sexy and hot.

You had called him ‘gorgeous’ and ‘handsome’ way before the two of you started dating, Adam had always been the most beautiful human in your eyes. There simply was no room for a creature more divine, more handsome than the first man himself.

Falling for Adam had been so easy, he made it easy to love him, to adore him. You wanted to give him the world, make sure he had everything he ever wanted. Yes, he acted like a douchebag but that was all it truly was. An act. The real Adam behind this douchebag mask was different.

He struggled with things just like everybody else, he felt sad and hopeless, lost even. Behind the mask of behaving like the greatest human alive was a broken man who just wanted to love and be loved. And while compliments or nicknames like ‘hot’, ‘cool’ and ‘badass bitch’ were fueling his ego, he adored the nicknames you gave him much more. Because you knew him, you had seen him at his best but you had also seen him at his worst and yet you refused to leave his side.

“Don’t fucking call me that, men are not cute. I’m not cute.” Adam decided to comment on the new nickname. His facial expression seemed sour, disgusted even. But deep down inside of him he felt the butterflies in his stomach. You lifted your head from his chest to get a better look at him. You weren’t mad at his comment, instead you had a soft and warm smile on your lips as you booped his nose playfully, “But you are, my love. A cutie through and through."

The brunette turned his head to the side, facing the backrest of the couch he was laying on with you on top of him. “Shut the fuck up,” he mumbled, making it seem as if he hated those soft words of yours with his entire heart. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. Not when your eyes gleamed so bright, so full of honesty. Every single signal your body sent him was telling him that you meant those soft words and that made him unable to hate them.

You carefully scooted closer to his face until your lips reached his jaw. “But I want you to know how I see you, gorgeous,” you hummed against his skin and placed a quick kiss onto his jaw. You felt his skin heating up under your lips and saw the light golden blush that started to bloom on his cheeks. “I want you to know that to me, you’re the most handsome man God ever created and I just know that there is not a single person in this universe that’s more adorable than you,” the words left your lips with ease, it felt natural to share your thoughts with the brunette, to make him feel loved. Because that’s all you wanted, you wanted him to know that you loved him. Not because the sex was good and also not because he was the first man. But because of his personality. You loved Adam because he acted like he did not because of some skill or his status.

Everyone viewed him as someone high and mighty and maybe you did so too - at least a little. But you mainly viewed him for who he was. The caring and loving boyfriend, the clumsy guitarist who could ramble about music all day long, the sassy fuckhead.

The flush on Adam’s cheeks grew stronger and when he turned his head to face you in order to respond you simply silenced him with a soft kiss on the lips. That was also something Adam hadn’t had before you. There had not been softness in his past flings, it had always been rough, rushed and heated.

Your hand gently cupped his face as you partened your lips from his, your thumb tracing over his stubbled chin as you smiled down at him, showing him how happy he made you. “Gold looks good on you, pretty boy,” your words were spoken quietly so that only he would hear them because they were meant for his ears and his ears only - not that there were other people in your house but it felt more private, more intimate. Adam smiled back at you this time, seemingly appreciating the compliment given to him by his boyfriend.

He did not comment on it in a positive way but he also didn’t try to turn his face away again, neither did he shush you.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Curtain Call At Cactus Creek (1951)

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Should you write it? Uh, please do!����🥴😩 as a corporate girlie I would love me some Office!Ghost tbh, maybe you’re from another agency working intel on a joint operation w 141 and he gets a kick our of teasing you bc you’re such a stark contrast with your cute lil briefcase and the business casual dresses, totally not used to working literally on site surrounded by all these military/law enforcement men you usually do work for behind the scenes in the safety of your office

PAIRING: Office! Ghost/Co-Worker! Ghost x F! Reader 

WARNINGS: that particular kind of tacit sexual tension you find in corporate Britain || sexy eye contact from across the bullpen || filthy language || 18+ only

A/N:  corporate girlies unite! || anon is referring to this post || i tried to do the prompt as it was but realised that I know nothing about how the military works :) but this is fiction, so we ball, I hope you like it anon! I have no idea where this fic going, please help :)))

Part 1 of 4 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

***

It starts simple before it gets complicated, as these things tend to do.

There are exactly two things that keep you motivated in this job—the smoke breaks you take 5 times a day, and the off-chance of seeing Ghost around the base.  That’s it.  Two things.

And one of those was being ruined by your newest friend’s lack of enthusiasm for the other thing.

“I bet he's blond.”

Simon just takes a deep drag of his cigarette, looking at you with the distinctively irritated side eye that he gives you about 12 times a day.

“Ask me why I think he's blond.”

“No.”

But you’re undeterred.  “He just has that energy, you know.  I’ve only ever seen him with MacTavish, and he stands there like a tall, sexy, dumb…tree.  Like, I bet he’s fucking gorgeous, but he’s also giving blond himbo.”

Simon’s eyes roll up to the sky in irritation.  “I dunno what himbo means.”

“Yeah you do.  You said you’ve worked with Ghost before.”

You almost want to perform a pirouette in joy at getting Simon to finally look at you.  “N’ what of it?”

“Then you know what a himbo is.  It’s Ghost.”

You don’t even try to contain your manic laughter when Simon just about turns and leaves.         

***

What Simon doesn’t understand (the cantankerous bastard) is that you’ve made eye contact with Ghost a few times around the base.  The man is more elusive than average, even in this line of work.  His presence around the base is...well.  Entirely consistent with his moniker.  The man is a ghost.  

Sometimes you wonder if it’s all really performative, but something about the way he moves in the spaces around him leads you to conclude that maybe he’s omnipresent after all.  He'll catch your attention from the periphery of your vision, only to disappear when you try to actively seek him out.  He melts into the background of wherever he looms, like a shadow. (Or a Ghost).  There and not there, all at once.

And on the rare occasions you’ve seen him around, he keeps to himself.  Not surprising, given everything you know about him (which isn't a lot), but what is interesting to you is the way he looks at you.  And when he’s around, he does look at you.

You can't say you mind, considering you look at him too.  Even after all these years working with big, handsome, massive men and women, day in and day out, you still can't say you've gotten used to it.  And you could never be used to someone like Ghost.  

But then there’s Simon.  The other man you’re finding yourself increasingly attracted to.  

They tell you he’s only there temporarily and as punishment.  You can't even begin to imagine who could (and would even dare to) punish the big grump.  You don’t actually know why he’s being punished with desk duty, and even if you wanted to, you have no way of finding out.  He won’t tell you, and neither will your supervisor. 

More importantly, you decide, you couldn’t care less. 

Simon’s punishment means that your week has suddenly become very, very interesting.  The mood around the office is different while Simon sits at your absentee colleague’s desk.  People are quieter around him—uneasy and the slightest bit put off by his brutish nature. But you can’t deny that there is something about Simon, something you can’t quite seem to put your finger on.  The man is just...effortlessly sexy.  

You sit across the room from him, but facing him, and so every time you look up, he’s there.  The height of the desks combined with the height of this mammoth man mean that you can’t see his entire face, but his eyes stick out from the top of the desk partition, and it’s enough to create…issues for you. 

Five days ago, when you'd walked into the office, and noticed a stranger on Davis’ seat, you hadn't actually known it was him.  He was just...some guy.  A nose that looked like it had spent more time being broken than not, wicked scars running down his face and into his lips, mean-looking but with the most expressive brown eyes.  And then your supervisor introduced him to your team as Simon.  And that was it.  Thus had begun your love affair with permanent arousal. 

You must be one of Pavlov’s dogs with how you’ve been conditioned to associate the feeling of his eyes on your face with wetness between your legs.  It’s mercilessly constant and you’re left feeling achy and unsatisfied every day, having to content yourself with rubbing your thighs together for some much needed relief.  And through it all, Simon just watches you.

You know he’s interested.  And he must know of your reciprocity, because your traitor face gives it away, and because his interest is quickly replaced by smugness.  

During a brief stint of temporary insanity, you consider confronting him about it.  But what would you even say?   So sorry, Simon, you big, scary, grouch, but would you just please hit this and we can both call it a day and I can move on to making heart eyes at Ghost again? Hehe, no.

But you’re stubborn to a fault, so you befriend him (albeit with you doing most of the hard work in your “friendship”) and downplay your attraction, while he pretends he doesn’t spend most of the day making bedroom eyes at you.  Win-win.

And if you end up carrying an extra pair of panties in your purse, then it’s not like he needs to know about it.

****

Taglist: @devcica || @kneelingshadowsalome || @tiredmetalenthusiast || @xintothewoodswegox || @miyabilicious ||

[creedslove]

Hello, I hope you are feeling better soon! If requests are still open I thought I might offer one where reader is an author who's work gets picked up to be adapted to either a tv show or movie and Pedro is cast in the project so they get to know each other through her time visiting set and promoting it. Maybe they are instantly drawn to each other and try and keep the relationship quiet at first? Or maybe they try to fight their feelings at first? Can go whichever direction moves you though :)

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

A/N: that's so cute honestly ❤️

You were on the cloud nine when your book became a bestseller, you'd worked so hard for it, many people didn't believe you would be able to make it but you did it

And after your book became a hit among people, the news almost every author dreams of getting happened to you when you learned your book would be adapted into a television production and not only would you get a large money for it but you would also have a say in the cast and production to make sure no greedy executives would ruin your work

You loved every part of the project, one thing was writing the book, but seeing it come to life with the scenarios, the costumes and the cast was magical

And you also loved to meet the cast, most of them were just as you'd imagined your characters and the ones who didn't physically look like them, the makeup did it's magic

And then you met him: the man who was supposed to be the villain of your story: Pedro Pascal

You knew him like everyone else in the world did, after he became an A lister, and apparently everyone's crush it was impossible not to know who it was

But you couldn't lie: you didn't quite catch the fuss, you didn't know why people had so bad for him, it felt just so irrational to see how much people idolized him

And then you met him

And your jaw ended up at your feet because yes, he was *that* attractive in person, and not only that, he was also *that* nice, and he was also *that* kind, and god he smelled GREAT

So after a first meeting you understood perfectly why people had it bad for him

Because it turns out you also had it bad for him

You just loved how sweet and kind he was - to you and everyone else, how easy it was to laugh with him and how gorgeous his laugh was

You just loved how handsome he was, because he could be both sexy and attractive, but he could also look just so soft and ready to cuddle

You hated that you were turning into a giggly girl around Pedro, especially because you needed to be professional and it was kind of awkward when you spent A LOT staring at him

But Pedro also stared at you A LOT whenever he wasn't busy with his script or rehearsing his lines

He just thought you were always so pretty and kind to him and everyone else, you were also smart and he could spend the rest of the day listening to your beautiful laugh

He would very often make up excuses to talk to you, and the more you spent time together, the more you two liked each other

Until Pedro thought it was time for a date. He was a little nervous, he couldn't deny it but the moment you smiled at him, he was sold

He asked you out and you had said yes, the two of you so excited and eager to go on your date, you got yourself really pretty for him and Pedro was painfully handsome

You had an amazing dinner and danced a little at the end of the night, and that was when you had your first kiss

You were very happy to know Pedro liked you as much as you liked him ❣️

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[elvensorceress]

Tuesday Tease 😘

tagged by the amazing @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley 💕 tagging (if you are so inclined) @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @heartshapedvows @wh0re-behavi0r @wikiangela @ronordmann @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @astronaut-karenwilson @eddiescowboy @hoodie-buck @gayedmundodiaz @911onabc @transboybuckley 💕 have some of the boys getting ready for their date yes I dressed them up like poker date night shhh

Buck emerges from the bathroom in a dark button down, slender trousers perfectly tailored to his muscular thighs and long legs, and a dark, deep red velvet blazer Eddie swears he’s never seen before even just hanging in their closet. It’s possible Buck ran out and bought it while he was out, but maybe Eddie just doesn’t remember it. 

God, he would have to remember it though. Buck is breathtaking. Warm colors always look so good on him. Anything looks good on him. He’s gorgeous and looks soft to touch and Eddie has half a mind to forget going out to dinner and just nestle down on top of Buck and never do anything else. 

Buck gestures to himself and does a spin in the middle of their bedroom so Eddie gets the full rotation affect of every bit of soft crimson velvet and form fitting pants covering generous muscles. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

Eddie thinks he’s never seen anyone more beautiful. He’s thinks he’s never felt so happy or so lucky. He also thinks all the clothes can go back in the closet so they can have each other right now and then Eddie doesn’t have to pick anything to wear because who needs that. “You look beautiful,” he answers and it sounds as breathless and full of awe as he feels. “Handsome. You’re— you’re so beautiful.” 

Buck smiles like no one's ever told him as much and Eddie just wants to kiss him everywhere and never stop. “Okay, well," Buck says and ducks his head in that cute way Eddie loves. "You have to stop looking at me like that because it will make all of this come right off.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat? Because��” Eddie undoes the buttons on his own gray dress shirt that he’d tried on and definitely doesn’t like anymore. He tosses the shirt to the side so he’s naked from the waist up and quirks an eyebrow in challenge.

Buck actually, literally brings a hand to his face and bites his fist before pointing accusingly at Eddie and backing up toward the door. “No! No, no, we are going on a date. I am taking you on a date first and there will be clothes on, there will be no— naked? Nothing naked? Nothing naked until we’ve at least had dinner. We have a date to go on. Okay? Okay. Now we’re clear. You get dressed and I will be waiting out front. All the way dressed. No sexy abs and perfect pecs, no pretty nipples. Always shirt and pants on. We are having dinner first. Dinner,” he says with one more stern pointing before he disappears around the corner, presumably out into the living room. 

Eddie snickers to himself because it’s a little too easy and a little too fun to mess with Buck like this. He's far too adorable. Especially when he's flustered.

[bellarosethefangirl]

What Lip Stick They Buy You 💄💋

Bucci Gang x Reader Headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

He picks out cutesy ones for you because he thinks the gloss will look nice.

He saw it online, The Crème Shop x Hello Kitty Kawaii Kiss Moisturizing Lip Oil - Vanilla Mint Flavored. He didn't care about the flavor. He cared more about the appearance and color

He would choose various cutsey lip glosses and the kind that are flavored hence why he got you dippin dots lip balms or Jolly Ranchers but expect different flavors he thought would taste best

His favorite would be fruit flavored glosses on you. Various would be given to you but he'd get a better brand

"Oh tesoro/tesorina! You're wearing the lip gloss I bought you!"

"Please can I have a kiss? You look so sexy/beautiful and kissable!"

"Only one kiss? You're wearing the tangerine lipgloss!"

"No fair! I wanted to try it from your lips."

Fugo Pannacotta

He loves the pink strawberry lip products on you! They make you look ever so kissable and he can't resist your lips

He buys you “Strawberry Kisses lip scrub” from Fourth Ray Beauty

Glosses are a must too he wants to pick the cutest ones for you

Yes all of them would be strawberry flavored or themed

He'd pick out pink strawberry themed lip sticks as well

He's so happy seeing you put them to use. He'll smile so much

Politely asking for kisses like the shy gentlemen he is

He would also get you a balm too if requested or if he see's a good one

He'll bite his lip hoping he could kiss you. The sweetie wants all your kisses when he see's you put it to use. He can't help it

He's shy about PDA so he'll ask you privately

"Mio prezioso/preziosa, I need to kiss you.."

"You're so cute. I smell strawberry. You used the lipstick I got you. It looks great on you, as expected."

"Bella/Bello please kiss me.."

"You're simply irresistibile."

Guido Mista

He's getting you lip products he think would make you more kissable. He can't wait to use a pick up line on you to earn a kiss

Mista buys you watermelon sugar lip gloss. It’s called, “this is juice gloss” by NYX

Much like Narancia he's getting you flavored lip products but I feel like he'd get the soda flavors. He'd totally get them to make some sort of cheesy pick up line. The fruity and coke flavors would be his go to but if you prefer other soda flavors he’d pick them out too.

Mista loves lipstick on his partner too. He thinks it looks so pretty attractive. He might buy you some in red since he thinks its sexy. He'd make sure its a good brand

If you don't like red lip he's fine with other colors but of course he'll like them natural too. He's still wanting your kisses constantly

Too bad he doesn't realize lipstick don't taste good but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make

He would like different colored lipglosses too. I can see him picking purples and pinks

He's going to be begging for kisses when you wear lip glosses since they draw so much attention

"Looking good handsome/gorgeous. Where's my kiss?"

"Is that red lipstick I see? Gimme kisses!"

"You look so sexy. I'm going to need some kisses. I hope I earned them."

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno likes pink lipsticks and he'd love seeing various shades on you too!

He buys you lipstick from Sephora for you. He likes their products because they carry good quality expensive brands.

The Rose lip scrub is his favorite on you

Hot pinks are also a favorite choice of his

He’d be sure to pick out a shade that would compliment your complexion

Dior would be another brand he would love to buy for you

Lip glosses would be the other type of lip wear he’d pick out for you. Pinks and purples. The glosses would look so cute on you

"Bello/Bella I'm happy to see you wear the lip gloss I've given you."

"Scusi but you're looking so divine today. I must kiss you, cara/caro."

"You're wearing the pink lipstick I bought you, aren't you stella (star)?"

"Carino/Carino are you only giving me one kiss?"

Bruno Bucciarati

He likes the red lipsticks for you! Any shade is fine with him.

He’d pick out a good brand like Dior or maybe Sephora

Other shades I can see him choosing would be browns or orange colors

Bright colors would compliment your eyes but he thinks brown shades look sexy too

He’d be delighted to see you wear the colors he bought you. Anything to make you happy

He isn’t opposed to other types of lip wear I feel like Bruno doesn’t know them too well

“I see you’re wearing the red lipstick I got you. You look very breathtaking~”

“I never get tired of your lip prints. They make my day, amore mio.”

“So beautiful.. I know I’ve already kissed your hand. Would you be opposed to a kiss?”

Leone Abbacchio

He’s the perfect one to pick out lipsticks for you. He knows makeup very well and enjoys picking them out for you too. Maybe he could do your makeup too if you like?

Of course he’d want to twin with you by getting you purple lipsticks. He’d get various shades so you can experiment with a color you’d enjoy most

He’d also like blacks and dark greens on you. Red is also a pleasing sight to see as well. Getting brands off of shelves while he’s shopping for himself but it’s most likely he’s shopping for you

He’d love to pick out lipsticks with coffin packaging

He’d get some Nightmare Before Christmas lipsticks as well. He enjoys their shades of lipsticks and would also enjoy the look of the design

He isn’t opposed to other colors. These would be his favorites he’d like to see on you.

He always has a smug look on his face at night when he sees your lip prints on him before washing it off his face or other body parts

If he had to pick his favorite it would be black. He secretly thinks it’s sexy

“The black lipstick really suits you.. better seat you on my lap before you run off.”

“Where’s my kiss, my dark empress/emperor?”

“Need to kiss you, my sexy vampire.”

"Getting lip prints on me whore?"