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I losted my fidget snake :(

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Discovery: Part Five - First Time

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: With the truth revealed, Jessie and you now have a chance to fully build an authentic, honest relationship. And maybe, the physical intimacy that's plagued your relationship - and Jessie's past - can finally be healed.

Warnings: G!P content. First time; oral (J receiving; R receiving); body image issues; lingering internal conflicts and themes of rejection; language.

A/N: This is SO long. I just got carried away - there was so much I felt would be going through Jessie's mind that I couldn't just skip over during their first time together, combined with all of the previous baggage. It felt much more natural to pace it this way.

"So, if I ask you to spend the night, do you think you would?"

Jessie couldn't believe the contrast between this morning and now. She'd come over to your apartment with absolute certainty that this would be the end; she'd maybe get to hold you once more and then it would be the inevitable goodbye.

Instead, here you were, cuddled into her on the couch, fingers of one hand intertwined with hers and her arm wrapped around your shoulder. Rather than a painful and heavy goodbye, you'd sat together for hours; conversation renewed, deeper, sincerer, and you were asking her to stay.

Jessie smiled at you.

"I'd love to," she told you before giving a quiet, bashful laugh. "If you asked, that is."

You chuckled and nudged her with your shoulder. "Well I'm asking."

"Then I'd love to stay," Jessie replied with a resolute nod.

"Now that I know why you were so hesitant to spend the night before," you told her with a smirk, leaving Jessie in awe that you could be so relaxed about this and that things felt so natural between you.

While Jessie's mind had been wrought with questions and worries for months, now the only question that remained was, 'What took her so long to tell you?'

You fidgeted slightly and scratched at your temple, eyes cast downward momentarily before you looked up at her.

"Just as before, even more-so now, actually, you're welcome to sleep in the bed. I-I'd like you to." A beat passed and you rushed on. "But only if you want to."

Jessie's heart felt like it was lodged in her throat, but in a good way. She would've never pictured this.

"Y-yeah," she managed to reply, voice almost wavering. "I'd like that."

You clearly were anticipating a decline, because your reaction was delayed and was one of momentary surprise before smiling broadly at her.

"Oh! Fantastic!" You said before shrinking into yourself slightly, seemingly embarrassed at your enthusiasm. Jessie found it adorable and kissed you. Your cheeks were burning pink when she pulled back. "You can, um, wear some of my clothes to bed. I'm sure I have something that'll fit."

"Sure, that sounds good," Jessie said as she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Soon you led her into your room and dug through your drawers for some sleepwear for her. Jessie had been in your room a handful of times, but really only in passing. Given how physical aspects of your relationship had been so taboo prior, the bedroom had become unspoken, forbidden territory. She took this opportunity to look around and really take it in; all of your belongings, the way you had things arranged, all the things big and small that made it yours.

"These should work."

Jessie was pulled from her observations by your voice. She turned to you and gave you a belated smile as she took the items.

"Thank you."

Silence fell over you two, but it felt very different than ones previous. This time, Jessie wasn't scared.

"I know we've talked about a lot today, tonight, but I, um, just want to say again that I'm really grateful you told me everything," you said softly as you looked at her.

"Me too," Jessie returned with a gentle smile. "Again, I'm really sorry it took me so long. I can't tell you how amazing it is to have this openness with you and to be given another chance. I really do love you, and I'm so grateful that I can tell you that and to not have to hide."

You looked at her with the warmest eyes and reached out to gently take the clothes you'd just handed her and set them down on the bed. You took a step towards her, closing the space between you two and wrapped your arms around the back of her neck. Your waist pressed against her’s and Jessie inadvertently swallowed though she held your gaze.

"You shouldn't have had to hide in the first place," you said as you cupped her cheek. "Thank you for trusting me with this." Jessie nodded.

"I'm trusting you with this. My heart. My past. All sorts of things," she finished lightly, hoping for some levity but failing to come up with something witty. She settled for a silly smile that contrasted the weight of her words. You weren't fooled and continued to look at her in earnest. Jessie dropped her smile and allowed herself to sit in this moment with you instead.

Soon your lips were on hers in a slow, deep kiss. Instead of tensing up and coaching herself through it, she finally gave herself permission to relax into your kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open belatedly when you subtly pulled back from the kiss. She looked to you with mild confusion only to see a soft smile crossing your lips. You caressed the back of her neck briefly before kissing her again even deeper. Jessie barely managed to hold back a moan. She tightened her arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

That small act of confirmation seemed to spark something in you. Suddenly, your fingers were running through her hair and you kissed her harder.

It didn't take much for Jessie to feel the telltale signs of her cock starting to stiffen. You were pressed flush up against her - her movements stilled and she shifted her hips back slightly to create space.

"You don't have to," you said slightly breathless as you pulled back just enough to look at her. A moment passed and you shook your head subtly. "I don't want you to."

Jessie inadvertently swallowed. She searched your eyes, a stubborn hesitancy and doubt still lingering in the back of her mind. You caressed her cheek with your thumb and it quieted her thoughts. She pulled you close to her once more and rest her forehead against yours.

"I told you I find you very attractive," she said in a low voice with a smirk. "So much so that it's been a problem."

She saw you bite the inside of your lip.

"I don't see a problem here," you affirmed before giving a smirk of your own. "I like it."

You kissed her again and though Jessie wanted nothing more than to reciprocate, she had to ask once more.

"Are you sure? I mean - you weren't anticipating...this," Jessie finished with a near mumble as she glanced down between you purposefully before looking at you again. "And you said you preferred a strap."

You blushed, dropping eye contact, but caressed the side of her neck still.

"Well, at that time I didn't exactly know that you had anything more than a strap," you said sheepishly before forcing yourself to look up at her. This time, you spoke assuredly.

"And you're right that I wasn't anticipating this. But, I love you. And this," you gave a look mirroring Jessie's a moment ago, "is part of you, which means, I'm all for it." You gave a slight shrug. "And, you know, it's pretty sexy. Knowing...feeling, or seeing, what effect I might have on you." You finished with a shy chuckle. "I'm not upset about it. Let's put it that way."

Some other girls had made fun of her for visibly being aroused, but there was nothing malicious about your reaction. In fact, your reaction was far from it. She smiled gratefully and nodded.

"Okay. Well, I'm glad. And, um, I'm sorry in advance if there are moments - like this - where I get a little too...excited. I don't mean to ruin a moment or anything," Jessie explained as she glanced back down at the slight bulge in her pants - it wasn't anything too overt right now, but if you two carried on it certainly would be.

"You don't need to apologize," you said, mildly chiding her. "I just told you I like it." You slowed, cupping her face once more and speaking softly. "I like it," you repeated.

Any lingering concerns were snuffed out as you began kissing her once more. Slow and patient at first, before deepening. She wrapped her arms around you fully and met your kisses with equal, growing passion. Your hands began to wander down her back and after a moment of hesitation, Jessie allowed her hands to explore as well.

What was an initial arousal was now becoming full-on as your hands played with the hem of her shirt, your fingers grazing ever so lightly against her skin, and when she heard you faintly moan into your kiss, there was zero chance of her hiding the way her cock now strained fully against her boxers and pants.

When you didn't pull away, and instead pulled yourself closer to her, her fingers dug into the small of your back through your shirt, pulling another muffled moan from you.

Jessie opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as she gently broke off the kiss, only now realizing she was short of breath.

"Sorry," she breathed. You frowned at her in confusion.

"What for?"

She frowned in return as she tried to conjure up some coherent thoughts.

"I'm, um, getting carried away," she eventually managed to say.

"I'm not remotely bothered," you assured her. "I'm getting carried away as well, then, too," you added with a faint grin. You looked away briefly before resting your hands on the front of her chest and pushing upwards, your hands feeling their way up her neck and into her hair as you spoke. She nearly shivered.

"I know we just said today we'd take it slow," you looked away again, "but, um, we also don't have to."

Jessie swallowed, studying you intently. "I don't want to pressure you at all. I mean, I dropped a lot on you today. I'm very happy to go at whatever pace you set. I have no expectations."

You nodded, seemingly lost in your own thoughts.

"Mhmm. And, well, we've also been together for months. And...I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you. And, maybe, based on what I'm feeling right now...you might want me, too," you finished with a tentative, but hopeful look on your face.

Jessie blushed with a lopsided grin. "I think that's safe to say."

You both looked at each other, gauging one another and waiting for the other to make the first move. It was several seconds before you grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her in for another kiss, which she readily met.

Hands wandered even more ravenously this time and you were very subtly grinding yourself against her bulge and Jessie swallowed a moan that threatened to escape. She exhaled heavily and found herself pulling you tight against her, her hand now sneaking under your shirt and you moaned in approval.

Surprise flooded Jessie system as suddenly you were pushing her towards the bed, not breaking the kiss until you pushed her down on the edge. When she looked up at you, your eyes were dark with lust and her cock throbbed at the sight.

"Wh-" Jessie's question was cut off as you lowered yourself onto your knees in front of her, not dropping her gaze the entire time. You placed your hands on her thighs and moved your hands upward until your fingers snuck under her shirt to graze her abdomen.

"Is this okay?" You asked. Jessie could only nod, unable to find the words. You toyed with the hem of her shirt again. "Do you prefer clothes on or off for this?"

"I, um," Jessie stammered. "On, for now, I guess." She shook her head. “Wait, I should do stuff for you.” She went to switch places with you but you denied her.

“There’s time for that, too. I want to do this for you,” you said as your thumbs idly caressed her skin. Jessie let your words settle in and a slow smile formed across her lips. She nodded.

You smiled and began to massage her hips, your hands moving inwards until you started to unbutton her pants. She was absolutely aching with anticipation by now. Jessie's eyes were trained on you and she breathed through her lips as her mind tried to keep up with what was evolving.

"You're sure?" You asked one more time, fingers ready to unzip her pants. Jessie let out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah. I am. Um, if you are. You know you don't have to do anything, right?" You didn't break eye contact.

"I know. I want to do this. I want you," you stated and Jessie felt a flutter go through her entire body at the declaration. She frowned as you grew bashful. "I, um, haven't done this in a while though. So...bear with me. I apologize in advance," you finished with a sheepish laugh. Jessie frowned deeper.

"Don't apologize. At all. I-," she wracked her mind for the right words to say. "I'm positive it'll be great. You'll be great. I, um, just want to be with you. That's what's most important to me." You looked up at her from your spot on the floor between her legs and gave her a grateful smile. Your earlier comment caused Jessie's mind to start envisioning you in front of other people in a similar position. She didn't like it.

"And...we don't really need to talk about, you know, other times or people...at least right now," she added gently.

"Oh. Right," you said as you flushed pink. You sat back on your heels and cleared your throat before raising yourself up again and kneading her thighs. "Okay, well, what I mean is, feel free to tell me what you like...and tell me if you don't like what I'm doing."

Jessie felt a tightening in her throat and she forced a series of nods. "Okay, I will."

It probably shouldn't have been a big deal, but she was left in awe to some degree. Other girls didn't care what she liked or didn't like. It was about them - satisfying their curiosity or having a story to tell after. But that wasn't you at all.

She cleared her throat and went on. Now was not the time to get emotional.

"But please don't worry. You can see already that you're doing everything right," she said with a slight chuckle as she tucked your hair behind your ear and caressed your cheekbone with her thumb. "And same goes for you, please tell me if I'm doing anything you don't like. And please know you don't have to do anything that you aren't comfortable with."

"I know, baby," you said as your raised yourself up to kiss her on the lips.

Jessie was kissing you back, eyes closed, when your hand returned to her zipper and began to pull it down and over her aching erection. Her efforts to kiss you back stalled as your hands pushed the fabric of her pants aside and you began to caress her through her boxer briefs.

You began to kiss her neck and Jessie did her best to swallow any impending moans as you continued to feel her through the fabric. Her eyes remained closed as your fingers traced over the head of her cock before gently feeling and exploring what you could of her length.

Next, she felt you trace along a seam of the boxer briefs and her whole body stiffened as your warm hand reached in through the slit of the fabric and your delicate fingers first made contact with her cock.

"Is this okay?" You whispered into her neck as your hand stilled. She nodded. That fleeting touch alone felt incredible and she could hardly believe it was happening.

"Yeah," was all she could manage.

Assured, you gently wrapped your fingers around her length and pulled it through the slit. Now, unencumbered, her full length sprang upward in your grasp and, intentional or not, you sat back and Jessie opened her eyes to see you looking at her cock.

She registered this image of you looking down at her length that stood proudly up within your hand, a large bead of precum pooling at the tip. She wasn't 100% sure how to read your expression, it wasn't negative for sure, curiosity maybe? Either way, a rush of apprehension went through her and she pushed herself back a bit and began to stammer.

"We, um, we don't-"

You seemed to belatedly clue into Jessie's mounting anxiety and you sat up again, one hand coming to cup her cheek as you kissed her mid-sentence, effectively shushing her.

"It's okay," you whispered, kissing her sweetly once more. You urged her to look at you and she did, shoulders visibly rising and falling as her heart raced. “Do you want to stop?” You asked gently, free of judgement.

She studied you, seeing nothing but concern and care in your eyes. She began to relax and she shook her head. “No.”

You kissed her again, letting it linger this time and only pulling away once Jessie's breathing had evened. "You're beautiful," you said. You leaned in so your lips nearly brushed against her ear. "Please don't worry. I love you. And please tell me at any point if you’re uncomfortable and want to stop. That’s perfectly okay.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she told you. She swallowed her residual worries and leaned into your ear. “I want you, too.”

Jessie's jaw fell slack as the hand around her length, which had remained still the past few moments, began to slowly, lightly caress her, your thumb now patiently circling her tip.

Her shoulders rolled back as she felt your tongue flick her earlobe and your breath was hot and teasing against her ear.

"I can't wait to taste you."

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't for you to say that. She belatedly realized that her fingers were digging into her thighs. She relaxed them along with the rest of her body and you began to kiss your way down until you were resting on the back of your heels once more.

She watched as you looked up at her. You released her momentarily, eyes locked on her still as you licked your hand before wrapping your fingers around her girth again. Jessie didn't drop your gaze, but her shoulders fell at the sensation.

"You can tell me to stop at any point," you reminded her as you began to stroke her up and down. Jessie silenced another moan deep in her throat and swallowed audibly instead as she nodded.

Jessie's mouth fell open further as you dropped her gaze and bent your head towards her waiting arousal. She moved her hands to the edge of the mattress and gripped it tightly as she felt your hot tongue give a slow, teasing flick across the head of her cock. Her breath hitched in her lungs as your tongue languidly circled around the tip.

Her head fell back and her eyes focused on the ceiling as you continued to slowly explore her. Your tongue teased her head, your tongue grazed down her length and back up, your hand gripped her gently, then firmly, you stroked her and circled her.

When your lips wrapped themselves around her tip and you gave a soft, slow lick before sucking and releasing her, she white-knuckled the mattress and set her jaw so harshly it nearly hurt. When your mouth fully sank down on her length, her cock now surrounded by the warmth of your mouth, she couldn't hold back a faint gasp.

Encouraged, you continued, soon bobbing your head up and down on her length and Jessie's breathing became quick and shallow over the incredible sensations that radiated from between her legs and throughout her body.

She curled her fingers inward more, her nails audibly digging into the mattress as you took her further into your mouth, her tip now nudging the back of your throat. Her thighs flexed intermittently as she resisted the urge to move her hips in time with you - she didn't want to be pushy at all.

Her eyes snapped downward as suddenly your free hand found one of hers. She interlaced her fingers with yours and you looked up at her - an absolute sight for Jessie, seeing your mouth wrapped around her swollen cock, your other hand at her base. Again, she was caught off guard as you took her hand and guided it to the back of your head.

The look on her face must've relayed the hesitation or doubt she felt, because you gave a subtle expression of affirmation and pushed her fingers through your hair.

Jessie's breathing was uneven as you refocused on the task at hand, closing your eyes and sucking and licking her once more. Her eyes closed and her head fell back once more as the overwhelming sensations sparked all over again.

She tentatively played with your hair, her hand barely resting on the back of your head as you moved up and down her length. This carried on for a short while until your hand came back up to hers and pushed her hand firmly down on your head, her length going deeper into your throat than ever.

Jessie groaned and clutched your hair instinctually before her eyes flew open in brief panic at allowing herself such a reaction. The feeling ebbed as you continued, undeterred, your thumb actually caressing the back of her hand. She relaxed, sinking into the bed a bit and eyes falling shut once more as she now guided your head up and down.

The sensations that had been building, not just now, but a culmination really of the past several months with you, were about to reach their peak. Jessie's breathing was rapid and she bit the inside of her mouth as a familiar tightening formed between her legs. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times as she tried to center herself.

"I-I'm, I'm gonna cum soon," she told you.

You continued to suck her off and Jessie had to bite the inside of her cheek hard to not groan or curse in pleasure.

"Y/N, I'm not going to last," she tried to warn you, panting as she spoke. "I'm gonna cum."

She expected you to pull back from her, but you remained steadfast, keeping her warm in your mouth until Jessie gripped your hair tightly and tensed up underneath your ministrations. She snuffed out another moan as she began to spill herself into your mouth and down your throat. Her breath hitched as she spurt several times inside your waiting mouth.

Jessie breathed heavily as the twitching of her cock slowed and so did you. It took a few moments for her to come through the haze of her climax and when she did she looked at you in concern. You, however, simply sat back and covered your mouth briefly before swallowing. Jessie just stared at you, stunned.

You wiped your mouth and sat there on your knees before looking up at her. Jessie was still catching her breath as you both looked at each other.

"You taste good," you eventually said, causing Jessie to flush red immediately.

"You-you didn't have to do that," Jessie responded. "Um, swallow, that is." She frowned and flushed further. "Any of it, really."

You frowned in return before giving her a light shrug. "I know. I wanted to." You looked away briefly. "So, um, was it okay?"

Jessie gave you a bewildered look.

"You're joking. You couldn't tell?" She asked, unable to help but laugh a bit. She just shot a huge load down your throat, relatively quickly too - of course she liked it. Instead, you blushed.

"I guess. You were very quiet though," you said somewhat tentatively. You went on quickly. "Maybe that's just how you are - and that's totally fine. I guess I just- I don't know."

Jessie wanted to curse, and moan, and groan with pleasure as you pleasured her, but again, she'd been made fun of before. She'd been the subject of teasing and mocking in hallways or a classroom and it caused her to hold back. She studied you wordlessly for a couple of seconds before nodding.

"I really loved it. You were," she shook her head as she tried to find the words, "beyond incredible." This seemed to relax you and you rose up onto your knees and she wrapped you in a hug as you kissed her.

"Shit, sorry," she said, another blush creeping up her face as she realized her deflating cock was directly on your shirt, staining it with your spit and whatever little remained of her cum.

"Oh, don't worry," you said. You chuckled coyly, gaze flitting away for a second before returning. "We were going to get changed anyway, right?"

Oh right. She'd forgotten all about that already.

Yet again, for the nth time today, you surprised her by locking eyes with her and slowly lifting your top off in front of her. Her jaw dropped slightly and her eyebrows lifted as she took in this stunning visual of you.

"Is this okay?" You asked, your shirt now discarded next to you and your hand behind your back, poised to unhook your bra.

Jessie nodded with a goofy grin. "Yeah, completely."

You smirked and gave her a small nod. "What about you?"

Jessie didn't falter under your watchful stare. She could feel her confidence continuing to build as the barriers she'd firmly placed between you two were rapidly destroyed to discover that there was love and acceptance on the other side.

She lifted her top over her head and tossed it by yours. She reached for your arms and gently guided you up onto the bed with her, your hand still on the back of your bra. She reached behind you, adoring the smile you gave her as she did, and undid your bra for you.

Not thinking twice, Jessie dipped her head to begin trailing kisses down your chest. She cupped one of your breasts and pulled the nipple of your other in between her lips to tease it with her tongue. She grinned into you as your hands wandered and dug through her hair.

She continued to attentively discover your breasts and soon you started shimmying out of your pants and were tugging at hers. Her cock now fully alert and ready to go once more, making her even more grateful that you'd started with a blowjob; it took the edge off for her.

Jessie chuckled softly as she lifted her hips so you could remove her clothes. Yes, she was still nervous, but more than anything she felt an undercurrent of safety and affection and it was such a change. One she more than welcomed.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous," you said as you took in her naked form. Jessie snorted and gave you a frown.

"You're gorgeous. My God, look at you," she said. She glanced down pointedly at her stiff member. "In case you needed proof that you are so fucking sexy."

Your eyes darkened once more and you pulled Jessie into a heated kiss. The kisses between you two earlier were slow and passionate, but these were hungry and needy.

Soon, you tugged gently on her arm, coaxing her up the bed and she allowed herself to be pulled down on top of you, but made sure to position herself not so precariously against you. She took this as her opportunity to start kissing down your body towards your core.

Your grasp tightened on her, urging her to not move further down.

"Stay with me up here," you said.

"Let me take care of you," Jessie said as she began kissing her way downward once more. "You got to taste me," she looked up your torso at you as she laid slow, lingering kisses down your stomach, "I should get to taste you."

You bit your lip and released her, a smirk on your face as she continued to kiss down your body. She shifted down the bed so her head was nestled between your legs. She felt a buzz, lightheaded even, as your scent filled her senses. Her cock was pressed flat against her torso as she lay on the mattress and she had to readily ignore the hints of pleasure from the friction any slight movement of hers created.

She saw the way your fingers dug into the sheets in anticipation and at a glance she could see the way your arousal pooled at your entrance. Another boost of confidence went through Jessie at seeing physical proof that the act you just performed for her wasn't a turn off, and evidently, even turned you on.

Your knees were raised, feet on the bed and she began to kiss her way down your legs, slowly, teasingly - down one side and then the next. She felt affirmed by how your hips subtly bucked up towards her mouth as she got closer and your fingers dug further into the sheets in frustration every time she pulled back.

She showed an ounce of mercy as she traced her tongue along the junction between your legs and core; staying purposefully away from your inner lips and keeping her tongue light and fleeting. She glanced up your body with a grin, pleased with how your chest visibly rose and fell already under her drawn out attention.

When she saw a bead of cum drip past your entrance and down towards the sheets, she finally delved in. She dipped her tongue down and slowly dragged it upward, capturing your dripping juices and finishing with a soft lick at your entrance. Your body tensed up and a small gasp escaped you and before you had even relaxed she placed her tongue flat against your entrance, before tracing diligently upward through your folds.

You squirmed and writhed as she took her time circling around your clit, giving it a playful flick now and then and finally latching her lips around it and sucking as she lapped at you.

"Oh fuck," you panted as you rolled your hips up into her mouth. She loved your reactions and she grinned into you, sufficiently pleased with herself.

Soon your moans grew louder and you clutched the sheets tightly in your hands. Again, Jessie smiled as she felt your legs tighten and flex around her head.

"Oh God, Jess," you breathed as your hips bucked into her face. "I'm so close." Your hands now clawed blindly at the bed.

Jessie stayed steady, ignoring how her cock absolutely throbbed with need. Every movement and sound you made, along with the way you tasted on her tongue, was driving her mad. She hated to think what state she'd be in if you hadn't given her some reprieve earlier.

Your moans reached a fever pitch and your hips began to jerk against her until you froze mid-grind, your back arching off of the bed and juices flooded Jessie's mouth. She stayed with you, wordlessly coaching you through your orgasm until you hips fell back to the bed and gave a few lingering, stuttering movements. Finally, a heavy, satisfied moan left your lips as your body relaxed and Jessie pulled back.

"Oh my God," you breathed and she smirked as you brought your hands up to your face, eventually draping one arm across your eyes and stretched one leg out as you began to recover.

Jessie watched you coming down, clearly content with her performance. She was filled with satisfaction and pride, but it also sparked a need in her to make you feel that way again. She wanted you to reach that high once more, to feel as amazing as you could, and she wanted to be the one to do it.

Old habits died hard.

This is what she did. As the years went on, one way to defend herself was to make certain there was nothing to make fun of. To be good - damn good. To know exactly what to do and how. But she learned this also had drawbacks of its own. It didn’t change how those girls felt about her. She just went from the butt of a joke to a late night call and little more.

So in time, she more or less stopped altogether. Going into this, she was worried about how rusty she was, but those concerns were quelled by the orgasm she just gave you. And now, she wanted more and to give you more.

She kissed the inside of your thigh. Soft and feathery at first before kissing her way inward again.

She gave you a tentative lick, cleaning up the juices that remained on your lips and your body twitched, an immediate whimper escaping your mouth.

Yes, she definitely wanted more.

She took her time, easing you back towards ecstasy as she gently licked and sucked at you until you were rocking up into her mouth yet again.

This time, as your hands began to grip the sheets once more she reciprocated your earlier move and grasped one of your hands and placed it on the back of her head to give you free rein. She smiled as your fingers immediately dug into her crown and gripped her hair tightly.

You didn't change her pace, and instead simply gripped her tightly as if to anchor yourself as she brought you to another high.

At one point, she pushed your legs back to give her greater access. The shift in position elicited a wanton moan from you and you palmed helplessly at your face with your free hand as she sent mounting waves of pleasure through you.

By the time your moans heightened again, Jessie starting to identify the signs of your nearing release, she had to consciously stop from grinding herself against the mattress for some hint of release.

You gripped her hair so tightly as you came that she winced, but she ducked her head to ensure you didn't see. Not that she felt you could notice even if you tried with how your cries filled the room and you writhed against the bed. Besides, she considered it a compliment.

Your body shuddered as she slowed her licks in time with the way your breathing began to calm.

"Oh-oh my God," you panted as you lay there dazed, eyes closed, the movement of your breasts catching Jessie's eyes as you worked to catch your breath. "I need a moment."

Jessie bit back a chuckle, very pleased with herself and simply laid a soft kiss on your thigh before wiping her face and moving up to lay next to you.

"Holy shit," you said when you finally managed to open your eyes and peek over at her.

"So...was it okay?" Jessie asked. She very likely knew the answer, but, you'd asked earlier and she wanted to reciprocate. And if there was something else you wanted, she wanted to know that too.

You shot her a withering stare.

"Come on," you said. Her expression must've betrayed her, because you next comment was, "Oh yeah. I see your little smirk. You know damn well how much I enjoyed that." You gave a light huff of a laugh. "And if not, I'm sure the cum on the sheets or whatever was surely dripping down your chin should've been a telltale sign."

Jessie blushed at your language and candor, but she liked it.

"Well, you asked me the same earlier and I thought it was pretty obvious how much I liked it," she countered.

You chuckled, closing your eyes once more for a couple of seconds before responding. "Well, I guess I didn't know how to read your reactions throughout. I'll learn though. My reactions? My neighbours could tell you how good you were. Which will be totally embarrassing if I run into them anytime soon, but, worth it."

Jessie tried to tamp down her smile to avoid appearing smug, but felt her face growing warmer despite whatever satisfaction she felt.

"I see you're ready to go again," you said with a lilt in your voice and a purposeful glance down at Jessie's erection.

"Oh." Jessie's face burned hotter. She shook her head mildly. "That's fine. It'll go away eventually. Or whatever."

Jessie's curiosity piqued as you studied her face for a couple of moments, before suddenly she found herself on her back with you straddling her waist.

"I can help, you know," you said lightly with a gleam in your eye. You pushed your hips back, making brief, teasing contact with her length to prove your point.

"Oh," Jessie voiced as a rush of anxiety went through her while she inadvertently dug her fingers into your hips. You took it as affirmation as rocked against her once more. If the fleeting contact with her cock wasn't enough, having your hot, wet heat rub against her abs was sending her into a daze.

"I, um," she stammered as she tried to think through the pleasure and distraction of you rocking against her body, "I didn't bring any condoms with me," she said as she stared at your waist, mesmerized by how your hips were moving. She forced herself to look you in the eye. "I had no idea this was happening tonight."

You stilled entirely and a puzzled expression slowly crossed your features.

"Condoms?" You asked. Soon you nodded as though reasoning with yourself. "For like, safety. Staying clean - all that, right?" You rolled your eyes at yourself. "Obviously. That makes total sense."

"Well...yeah," Jessie shrugged. As she started to elaborate, she found her gaze flitting away, newfound nervousness rising through her chest. "But, probably the bigger thing is, you know, birth control and all that."

"What?" You asked, clearly surprised. Jessie felt herself growing meek, but she resisted as best she could.

"Yeah," she responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "That aspect is...anatomically accurate as well."

She could practically see your mind reeling. She subconsciously began kneading your hips in some attempt to calm you.

"So, um. Yeah," she said, unable to find the right words.

She watched you carefully, vigilantly looking for any hint of what you were thinking or how you might react. The seconds passed and her heart pounded louder and louder in her ears. She looked at you with a concerned frown.

"Say something, please."

A/N: It was FAR too long to fit into one chapter. I'm working on the next part - if you've read my stuff, you know where I'm leaning with this condom situation lol - let me know your thoughts; I can still go a couple of different directions.

Tag requests: @multifandomlesbianic @marvelwomen-simp @kathleenmikaelson

[morchilluv]

Again - Colby B.

Warnings: somewhat public sex, drunk sex, best friends, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink, oral!fem recieving, slight hair pulling, lmk if i missed one!

AN: this is my veryyy first time writing, so i apologize if it’s no good! and it was so rushed because I had no idea what to write.

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It was a fourth of July party your friend group was throwing. Sweaty bodies dancing against each other as loud music played. Fireworks could be heard at times. You bump into multiple bodies on your way to the kitchen to receive something stronger to drink. For some people with good money, the drinks sure were cheap. They spent money on different items for the party, yet they couldn’t buy drinks that didn’t taste like shit.

Grabbing a red solo cup, you clambered up the counter top carelessly. You stand on top of the counter and open up a cabinet. As you took out a bottle of vodka and poured it into your cup, you heard a deep chuckle drowned by music come from behind.

“Risking your life for some vodka is kind of crazy, don’t you think?” was heard behind you. Slowly pulling the cup away from your lips, that also covered half your eyesight, Colby was seen. He was leaning against the door frame. Fidgeting with his rings as his gaze was locked on yours.

You playfully role your eyes at him and take another sip, “It’s—like—a 3ft fall, I think i’ll be fine.” Colby roles his eyes back, walking towards you. He looks up and lends you a hand, helping you down from the counter. The loud music smothered both your voices. His body stirred adjacent to you, he peered inside the cup and raised his eyebrows slightly. Something you wouldn’t have noticed if his face wasn’t so close to yours. “Problem?” You asked him. His eyes shifted to yours. He tilted his head slightly and mumbled a quick no.

Colby was one of your best friends. Though one time.. one time.. there was a moment between you guys. A moment where you two shared a kiss. Neither of you were sure how you got in that position, but it was something that was never spoken about. It was left to linger in the air between you. You can’t lie, it was something that never ever left your mind. A memory that was engraved in your brain. It replayed over and over again every time you saw him.

Now here you were again. Drunk and not thinking straight. He was right in front of you, also drunk. His face so close to yours, you can practically feel him breathing. Suddenly, his face seemed to start getting closer.

Both your lips connected. Again. His lips were as soft as last time. But the kiss was more hot. More desperate. Colby reached down to the back of your thighs and lifted you to sit on the counter. His lips moving down to kiss your jaw, down to your neck.

“Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how many goddamn times i’ve thought about that kiss? You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice was muffled by your neck, as well as the music. He created a few purple marks.

You let out a small laugh, “You think I haven’t?” He started kissing up your jaw again, then back to your lips. His hips rolled against yours as he took a hold of your thighs to bring you to the edge of the counter, closer to him. Your tongues danced together. He slipped a hand underneath your dress, on your bare thigh, and let it linger for a moment. Silently asking for consent. When you didn’t say anything, he was quick to lift your dress up to your waist.

At that moment, both of you had completely forgotten you were—technically—in public. You guys were in the kitchen, the galley kitchen where no one was allowed, but still. Anyone could’ve walked in at any given time.

He slipped off your underwear as he sunk to his knees. Taking a look at your, already wet, cunt.

“Jesus. Could you get any more perfect?” With that, he let his head dip forward and suck on your clit. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

“Oh fuck..” You let out quietly as your back arched slightly. Hand flying to his hair as the other kept you steady on the counter. His tongue going all over your pussy. Making sure every inch was getting the attention it deserved. Licking and sucking. He let his right hand move from your thigh. Two of his fingers teased your entrance, slowly making their way inside of you. He groaned lowly as he started sucking and licking your clit. His fingers began pumping into you.

You moaned louder. Not caring about anything else; the music was too loud anyway. Your back arched and thighs shook. You started to feel that familiar knot. Colby knew that too. So he started speeding up. He looked up at you, mumbling praises as if you could hear them.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my face,” He said, loud enough for you to hear. It brought you over the edge. He quickly removed his fingers, that way he could taste all of you. He let you ride your high before getting up and putting his fingers in your mouth. Eyes staring at you with lust as you tasted yourself.

He’s starting to believe he has never been that hard before.

His fingers slip out of your mouth and kissed you again. Your hands fly to unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. You break the kiss. As much as you try not to, you stared. Questioning if it would even go all the way in before it started to hurt. He grabbed your face and lifted it up.

“Be a good girl,” He said before giving you a kiss and teasing your entrance once again. This time, with his tip. Your small whine was music to his ears. He slowly thrusted inside you, letting you get used to his size. You weren’t sure you ever would be. “You’re so tight,” He groaned.

When you gave him an affirmative small nod, he thrusted slowly again and again. He took his time with you. Until he didn’t. He started rocking his hips faster. Neither of you bothered hiding your moans as he fucked you. You clawed at his back, and he clawed your hips. You were more than sure there would be bruises tomorrow.

His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already.

You began to feel it again. Colby kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to euphoria.

“So fucking close, baby,” He groaned into your mouth. “I know you are too. Cum for me again.” After a few more thrusts, you were once again, brought to exhilaration. You arched your back into him, moaning his name loudly.

Colby groaned loudly into your ear as he coated your walls. His hips started to falter. After riding it out, he stopped. Slowly pulling out of you, he grabbed a napkin to help clean you up. He put your underwear back on and pulled your dress down. When he finished helping you, he tidied himself up as well.

“You’re so amazing, you know that?” He whispered loud enough so you could hear. “You did so good, Sweetheart.” His lips connected to yours once again. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and ‘thank you���.

“Maybe we should go… before they realize the party animal is gone.” He said as he helped you off the counter once again and his eyebrows wiggled slightly towards you.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

WING IT

A/N: we are slowly getting more content, lets just hope something drops soon!

WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY: It's your first day working in Selma's Home, you're nervous enough already, but when an emergency calls your boss away and you're left alone, the situation is topped when famous CEO Harry Styles casually strolls in.

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It doesn’t matter that this job is just an in-between. Something that earns you money until your dream position opens. A first day is always stressful, especially when you have no idea what to do.

You were applying to dozens of jobs at once, just shooting everywhere you could, hoping to get an answer back before your rent was due. Selma’s Home was the first one to invite you for an interview and somehow, miraculously you even got the job despite the fact that you have no experience in retail. You suspect that desperation was a big factor in your hiring, because Selma lost 2 of her employees at once when the young couple that was working for her moved across the country. 

Now here you are, walking into the store, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as you head down the aisles where you see Selma behind the cash register already getting ready to open.

“Hi!” you greet her, her head snapping up at your weak voice. Selma is such a fierce, kind of intimidating woman, but you can see how it helped her to open this store and make it one of the most successful home decor stores in the city, offering tasteful stylish pieces along with practical utility items for one’s home. 

“Oh, hi! Welcome to your first day, you ready?” She even cracks a smile, but somehow it just makes you gulp hard.

“Yeah, readier than ever!” you manage to squeeze out a nervous chuckle, hoping she doesn’t sense your jitters.

“Alright, then let’s get started.”

With an hour until opening Selma is eager to squeeze in as much information into it as possible. She walks you through the store, talking about the most important items, but also handing you a handbook about everything that’s currently selling in the store.

“Use your downtime to roam around and you’ll learn them by the end of the week without the handbook,” she says, eyes running over the shelves as she is talking, already moving to the storage room in the back. 

She talks about the system, how to unload the new arrivals every two weeks and then you move on to the cash register, aka your biggest fear. It’s quite the stress factor to deal with money, making sure everything is neat and correct, you can only hope you won’t mess it all up.

Then the store opens and you follow around Selma to learn the ropes. What’s different here is that whenever a customer comes in you offer them help right away and if needed, you assist them throughout their whole time shopping. There are quite some designer products selling and you’ll need to know everything about them to be able to sell them to the customers just like Selma does.

She is so good at it. No matter who comes in, she so effortlessly talks them into leaving with not only what they came for, but some more as well. She is enchanting, nice, open and warm and you just keep taking notes mentally, though you don’t feel confident enough to be as charming as she can be the moment the bell rings above the door. 

When lunch rolls around you allow yourself to feel relieved for a second that you survived half the day already. Selma sends you to the back to have your lunch and you just sit in silence, staring ahead of you, mustering up all your energy for the rest of the workday. You’ve just finished your sandwich when Selma barges into the breakroom.

“Y/N, there’s a bit of an emergency.”

You jump to your feet, scenarios already running through your mind. Is there a fire? Did the storefront just collapse? Someone stole those hella expensive Japanese tablecloths? 

“What happened?”

“My daughter, she is ugh! Such a menace, she got into trouble at school, so I have to go there. I need you to cover for a bit, just an hour tops, I swear!” 

She is already grabbing her purse, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head, car keys in hand while you just stand there dumbfounded. Is she actually gonna leave you alone in the store on your first day?

“Selma, I-I don’t…”

“You do, Honey. Just an hour. This is a dead time anyway, if anyone comes in, just try your best to help them and ring them up at the end. Easy, I know you can do it!”

She is storming out and you follow her like a lost puppy.

“B-But what if I mess something up?” you ask, panic setting in. 

“As long as you don’t set the store on fire, you’ll be fine. I trust you, Y/N!”

And with that, she is already gone, the bell rings above the door as you stand there like a statue. 

You watch the storefront in pure panic, your stomach dropping every time it seems like someone is approaching the shop, but no one comes in. 

Until the bell rings above the door. 

For a split second you hope it’s Selma, but looking up you see a tall, broad figure and your heart threatens to burst right out of your anxiety filled chest, at first because hello! It’s a customer! But then as he steps further into the shop and takes off his sunglasses, realization settles in. 

This is not just a regular customer, this is Harry Fucking Styles, CEO of Pleasing Productions, the studio that’s given the world the absolute best romantic movies in the past decades and the man is famously known for being a ladies favorite, but appearing as a total mystery in the media. 

You’ve read about him a lot before, it’s hard not to bump into his name online, thanks to his looks he is always somehow in talk for either having dinner with a model, appearing on the red carpet looking like a fucking snack, or, your personaly favorite, declining giving an answer to a question regarding his private life. 

And now he is standing there, looking around the store. 

It takes a couple of moments for you to push out of this frozen state and finally step forward.

“Hello!”

Wow. Did your voice actually sound like that?

Clearing your throat you keep moving towards him.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?”

You try to rake your mind to remember everything you’ve seen and heard from Selma to use now, but the moment he looks up, your mind goes blank. He is just as beautiful as he looks in pictures or maybe even more. Unlike on those red carpet photos where he is always dressed in designer suits, now he is wearing a pair of simple pants and a gray long sleeve, his hair is a bit tousled and it appears he is growing his beard out, a bit shaggy, but he makes it look very… hot. That’s all you can say looking at him.

“Oh, hey!” He is sporting a polite smile as he looks up, about to keep talking, but he stops for a moment upon looking at you and he stops.

Everything stops. 

It’s as if he is taking you in, you can feel your cheeks heating up, the nervous fidgeting starts again, but you hide your hands behind your back so he doesn’t notice. 

“I’m looking for some kitchen stuff,” he then says, hiding his hands in his pockets. 

“Great!” you breathe out. “We do have… those.”

You flinch internally, but ignore just how awkward you are in his presence. 

You ask him about what he needs specifically as the two of you start walking down the isles and for a moment you think of grabbing the handbook, but that would look awful, so you make a decision on the spot.

You’re gonna just wing it. 

What could go wrong? You’ll just pretend like you’re Selma, confident and know everything about the items, you’re gonna say whatever comes to your mind and just… wing it. 

All while ignoring how attractive this man is up close. And intimidating. And charming. And…

“I think I want to check out the coffee stuff first,” he suggests and nodding you walk him over to the kitchen items.

“Do you have a coffee machine and you’re looking for some accessories, or…”

“I just got one of those old fashioned moka coffee pots,” he says with a boyish smile. “But I want to get that to the next level, if you know what I mean.” You do not.

“Of course,” you smile, eyes scanning over the shelves. 

Your grandmother has one of those old moka coffee makers, but you have absolutely no idea what else could be used for those, so you just start grabbing things and making up what they are used for. 

One after the other, you just keep showing him stuff with no idea what you’re talking about, but the longer you’re talking the more confident you’re growing, especially when he just keeps nodding and humming along to anything you say. 

“So… which one are you more interested in?” you ask at the end of your little speech. You look at him and find him already looking at you with a tiny smile curling up the corners of his mouth. 

“What can you tell me about those?” he asks, ignoring your question and just moving to another shelf. 

He keeps asking about items and you just make up everything as you go. Of course, you know some of the stuff, but you were never really a true chef in the kitchen, so there are way too many items you don’t know that much, but somehow, you’ve gathered enough confidence that even you believe what you say. 

Slowly, Harry fills his basket as you move through the store and every time you look at him you catch him already looking at you with the same smile you can’t quite decipher. 

“What about those?” he points up at a set of plates on the top shelf.

“Oh, those are so pretty! Let me show you them!” you enthuse and run to grab the ladder from the back. 

It’s not the steadiest tool for sure, but you ignore the wobble you feel when you start climbing it.

“Are you sure it’s–”

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” you chuckle, reaching the top step, but your knees are definitely shaking. You focus on grabbing the plates and getting off as fast as possible, but right when you take them off the shelf you already feel yourself losing balance. 

But Harry is quick to come to your rescue. One of his hands grabs the ladder to steady it and the other… the other one grabs the back of your thigh to help you hold yourself up. Until then you were shaking because of the ladder, but now it’s definitely because of his firm hold on you, the warmth of his touch and the thoughts that unrelease when you realize just how perfectly his fingers are digging into your flesh. 

“You good?” he asks in a deep, husky voice. 

“Yeah.” Your voice is barely more than just a whisper as you hold onto the plates as if they could hold you up. 

You start moving down on the ladder, but Harry’s hand doesn’t leave your body, it works up on your hips and waist, grabbing onto your elbow as you finally step onto the ground and even then, he is still touching you, his eyes locked on yours as you’re still holding those damn plates. The image of dropping them and pushing up against him flashes through your mind and your knees wobble again when you catch his gaze flickering down to your lips for a second. 

“The plates,” you blurt out then. He looks down and a smile stretches across his face.

“They really are pretty.”

“Right?” you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Now that you risked your life for them, I guess it’s only fair if I actually buy them.”

Fuck, your heart is about to jump right out of your chest, how is he so smooth?

You gather a few more things and then move to the cash register to ring everything up. 

“How long have you been working here?” he asks, patiently waiting for you to finish. 

“Um… Do you want the truth?” you ask, with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah.”

“This is my first day,” you admit, just as you finish the scanning and when you look at the amount it all added up to, you almost choke on your own saliva. “Um, your total is 1630.”

For a moment you think he’ll question how it’s so much, but without hesitation he whips out his card and taps it on the terminal.

“First day, huh?”

“You wouldn’t have guessed?”

“Oh, I kind of did,” he chuckles and he starts to help you with putting everything away in bags. “You really should learn what the items are used for.”

Normally you’d be embarrassed that he noticed how much you just made up, but the smile he is gifting you with vanishes all negative feelings and you can actually find it funny. 

“I will.”

“Thank you for your assistance,” he smirks, grabbing the bags from the counter. “And if I happen to leave a review about the excellent service, what name should I drop?” 

“I’m Y/N,” you say with a sheepish smile. He then sticks his hand out and you take it.

“Harry. It was really nice meeting you.”

“You too.”

With a final wave he turns around, slides his sunglasses back to the bridge of his nose and then walks out of the store. You stand there completely overwhelmed by the experience and you have no idea how much time passes by before Selma barges through the door.

“Hi Darling! How did everything go?” she beams, walking up to the counter where you’re still standing. 

“Great!”

“Did anyone come in?” 

“Yeah. Harry Styles was just here.” Selma freezes for a moment before looking up at you.

“Harry Styles? As in…”

“Yeah. That Harry Styles.”

“How did it go? Did he buy anything?”

“He spent 1600 dollars on kitchen stuff.”

“Y/N, that’s great!” Selma claps her hands. “Was he satisfied? Could you help him?”

“I think I could,” you say with a knowing smile. “He seemed… satisfied, yeah.”

The first day jitters are luckily gone by the next day, especially because Selma looked at you with so much pride after you told her about your encounter with Harry that you feel like you can’t do anything wrong. 

Before lunch Selma asks you to rearrange some stuff in the storage and you’re a bit relieved you don’t have to take any customers for now.

But because of that, you’re not out when one specific person walks into the shop. Again. 

Harry enters the store confidently, a smile already on his lips as he looks in the direction of the cash register, but it fades when he only sees Selma, but no sight of you. Selma, on the other hand, becomes ecstatic when she sees and recognizes him.

“Welcome! How may I help you?” she chirps, walking towards Harry, who is still looking around, eyes searching for you. 

“Hey, is the… Is the woman who worked yesterday here? Y/N?” Selma stops, surprised.

“Y/N? Uh, yes, but she is busy now, I’m sure I can help you–”

“I want her,” he states.

“She is still training, I’m sure I can–”

“Look,” Harry sighs. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Selma, the owner,” she states proudly.

“Selma, I’m more than happy to buy everything in this store if it means I get to talk to her. How does that sound?”

Selma stares back at him, finally understanding the situation. Her stance changes instantly.

“Let me go get her for you.”

You’re going over your list in the back when Selma appears, her spotless appearance feels odd in the storage room’s setting. 

“Oh, hey! I just finished with–”

“I need you outside.”

“What? Why?” Panic washes over you, because you can’t read her face and what could she possibly need you for outside on your second day?

“Just come. Now!” She turns around and heads out, not even checking if you’re following her. Of course you do.

“Selma, what did I–” you start mumbling behind her, but just when you step out and spot Harry at the cash register.

His face lights up the moment he sees you and those damn butterflies start raging in your stomach. 

“Harry, you’re here. Again,” you state the obvious. 

“I am,” he chuckles and you see Selma walk away from the corner of your eyes. 

“How, um–What can I… help you with?” you ask, clearing your throat. Why is he here? Could it be… because of you? Yesterday you definitely spent an awful lot of time daydreaming of the way he was touching you on that ladder and you’d be lying if you said you felt disappointed he just walked out, knowing you might never see him again. 

Well, so much for that.

“I forgot to get something yesterday.” 

“Oh,” is all you can say, the disappointment snaking back into your gut. He is not here because of you, how could you even think about that?

Harry’s smile widens as he watches your face drop and then he finally continues.

“Your number.”

Your eyes widen and you must look quite funny, because Harry chuckles at the sight of your expression. 

“Was this too straight forward?”

“No!” you snap right away, maybe a bit too eagerly. “Not at all.”

“Great, then…”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it over, you type your number in quickly and hand it over. He taps on the screen and a second later your phone starts buzzing in your back pocket.

“Just checking you didn’t give me a pizzeria’s number,” he jokes, making you laugh. “And… now that I’m conveniently here, maybe you can show me some more stuff.”

“What do you need?” you ask as the two of you head down one of the aisles. 

“Hmm, how long is your shift?”

“Um, another four hours,” you scoff.

“Then I guess I’m interested in everything. Whatever takes four hours to look at so I can take you out once you’re done.”

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[winxwaist]

a/n : yes i'm an ed relapse account but look at me rn and tell me i give a fuck 18+ only. PLEASE. and i havent written smut in a while so bare w me if i randomly del8 this | creds to r/Realistic-Cat7696 for the image

CURLY - MOUTHWASHING | 18+

cw: THIS IS REALLY BAD. softdom!curly x afab!reader, juggleballs exists(but only to exist), fuck idk. both of u are just horny :(

despite the optimistic attempts of the tulpar's acclaimed captain, there were times that temptation could not be bought away by simple discipline. sometimes, watching you rub the sleep from your eyes with the bottom hem of your shirt, your silhouette staining shadows afront the night time window screen— he can't tear his eyes away when he knows you're not looking.

seemed neither of you could sleep after that booming argument exchanged between the captain and his co-pilot. curly tossed the paper-thin sweetener packet your way as he passed by your lounging stance on the sofa. picking it nimbly with your fingers, you read the minimalistic packaging. predictably ironic, how some of the most detestable items on earth have become a luxury. on earth, you imagine, curly had just generously given you a piece of chocolate.

"don't want sweetener?" asked you, with mild incredibility. it's the one thing that made most of the food on board bearable anyway. "i don't have a taste for sweet things." he said. "you sure?" your head tipped boredly on the headrest, watching his back frame. he smiled mildly, just barely over his shoulder as his mug turned hot with coffee. "you can ask anyone. they'll tell you." right. but you're not really up to chatting with jimmy. and, well, speaking of jimmy, it seemed that both your minds were holding the same face coincidingly. he sat down beside you with his eyes trained on the screen. sometimes, you get a bit tired of the view and its entirety. just a bunch of dots symbolizing different celestial masses. like you weren't already surrounded by it. "hey." "yeah?" you hummed. he should've thought for a bit longer. curly struggled silently piecing his words together, until he blurted. "do you think anya was right about that dead pixel?" he took a hot sip. and you, glanced back at the illusion. that thing again. the whole dead pixel theory circulated around the freighter a few days ago. of course, knowing daisuke, he believed it the moment the possibility came. "... as long as it's seen, it's still there, no?" you tucked your knees in a bit. you looked at the captain. "i could believe it as long as there's a reason to." he almost looked pensive. but he didn't. the captain's face was stoic, at best. he liked pulling the curtain whenever he looked like he was struggling. you couldn't taste, that hint of regret that circumvented his mind. it left a bitter tinge on his tongue; trying to make it seem like it was just the coffee. "sometimes i wonder if i'm being misled by the bigger picture." he whispered softly as he found himself melting around you vulnerably. you hummed, again. "maybe you had him looser than you thought." the proximity between you suddenly felt palpable. but make no mistake, it was intentional. "but still. i believe, or at least have to believe in you." "i don't like letting anyone down." curly sighed as his eyes fell to his lap, and then came the unconscious outburst aroused by your presence. his heart raced. his cheeks blossomed. "and you." especially? "you're losing your head in the bigger picture again." "right." curly abandoned his mug on the table. he couldn't catch the mellow, lip-lined grin that reached your cheeks when you looked at him. but then curly did. he fidgeted with his employee card as his subtle, lighthearted smile mirrored yours while he spoke again. "and what's got you so happy?" curly questioned hushedly without glancing at you. maybe the wall next to you, or the vase across the room. but never your eyes. he might just turn to stardust. "nothing." leaning your temple against the knuckles of your fist as you rested your elbow. sure. you're thinking about nothing. nothing is the feeling of his lips. nothing is the way you're looking at each other a little too long without words. nothing is the nervous gaze under his eyelashes as either of your lips turn tangible before they took each other. why were you pretending? can he please be more than this? he couldn't take it anymore. and he was so soft and breathless. gently gripping your shoulder. your fingers traced delicately over the clothed sternum where his heart thrummed at the ship's pace, practically. like a magnet to your touch, felt like it was trying to reach you through his ribcage. goddamn it. curly took your hand and brought it just right by you with his cosy calloused fingers between the gaps of yours. you've officially anchored the captain to you. hook, line and sinker since the start. silent hums of appreciation from his throat as his kisses grew fleeting. hurting you was a nightmare. maybe kissing you with coffee breath was a bad idea. "you drive me insane at every turn, you know that?" he mumbled into your hair. his fingers reflexively squeeze around your palm. "but I love you for it. You keep me on my toes, challenge me, keep me from getting complacent. I wouldn't have you any other way.

you were turning needy at a quicker rate than you expected. every affectionate gesture only caused your desire to flicker. and with that confession, you swept in for another. words don't do much good, anyway. "curly.." you mumbled subconsciously. that. except that. that, he needed. your arms lifted to loop around his neck and curly helped like you couldn't do it any quicker, guiding your elbow over his shoulder before he took your waist in his arms, all his stress suddenly leaving so silently the moment it recognized your body.

no taste for sweet things? yeah, right. he couldn't even take his mouth off you the moment he got you into his quarters. his hands fell from your wrists to idly trace your arms, over your sleeves before stopping at your buttons. you nodded before he could even ask. his hands were there, why play oblivious? curly's lips stemmed beyond yours before his fingers got to work with unclasping with little grace. you could hear his breath just adding on a little more weight the more he got to see your skin, which earned short-lived pecks from him. "this okay?" he muttered with your shirt open. it tickled a bit, which was probably why you held onto his bicep impulsively. "yeah." you rasped quaintly. he leaned forward just to taste your voice again, that soft whimper you let out rendering sweetly on his tongue as it pushed past your lips. those hands were warm over your sides as they took a gentle feel of your torsic skin. his hair was your favorite fidget, the waves feeling just right in your fingers as you tugged carefully. curly's love-hazed gaze did an overview of your body whilst his hands rested on your lower back, like he didn't want to let go of you. once unclasping your bra, he traced his fingers over your scarred skin, awakening every sensory before you reeled the captain back in for another liplock. he groaned. "mmh." he brought the stray hand back around the small of your back to haul you onto his lap. he smelled so clean.

your thighs hooked over him, straddling him from where you lay. you've pushed curly to a point where it's starting to grow painful just being in his clothes. you pulled away from making out once you've struggled out of your clothing, pony express's uniform making heavy rustles as it took your panties with it. he had to contain his voice in his throat. "..fuck, you're so beautiful." he whispered, albeit how embarrassingly corny it was. the truth dresses for no one. he brought a thumb to swipe gently over your tender clit. almost moaning with you. he almost doesn't have the need to take his own clothes off, he's happy to just make you feel good and end the night with that. but he knows you've been waiting too long. you're an inch away from soaking. so could you really help the drop in your stomach when he reached between your legs to unfasten his thick belt? curly's hand engulfed the sheets, bunching it in his fists as he teased his tip against your pulsating core. the first inch in, his hips gently sputtered at just how tight you were. his throat took a similar manner as he gasped. "mmh-, hold on.." you whimpered, pawed and grabbed at him, your voice breaking out into a full cry you kept to yourself as he bottomed halfway. the bed would softly rock, just tapping against the room walls as he tried to get used to the feeling despite the heat creeping hotly to his face. a simple, mechanical motion that churned the moment awkward at first. you blinked at every contour of his body that you could touch. "curly.." you tugged at him. his fingers dipped just a little deeper into your waist just hearing you speak. he couldn't focus but the pleasure gave him a drive; back and inside you as his cock pumped its girth softly with the slick of your arousal, eliciting the lewdest of noises. "y-yeah? what is it, honey? what do you need?" he cooed. "..n-nothin'.." you mumbled as you chewed on your thumb's nail. "then-" he breathed, a quiet huff. "why'd you say my name?"

"...'cause you're right there." your words tumbled, a bit agitated by his questioning when you're literally going limp on his lap as he's starting to graze around the right spots as he began humping. your back curved into him. "yeah, i—" curly mumbled back, his words broken by a moan as your hips shifted in his lap, causing a sensitive stir on his already throbbing cock. "o-oh, fuck!" he muttered to himself frantically, eyes wide, having deeply shoved himself forcefully into your clamping hole by impulse—pelvises meeting. his eyes almost burned with tears. it felt so good.

you yelped at the alarmed thrust and his cheeks creeped with warmth just seeing your skin jiggle softly from the impact. all you could render in your hair-clouded vision was his pleasure-steamed expression before you leaned up with your hands against the bed, letting him take full control. a dangerous reward. curly looked you over. "fuuck.. don't look at me like that, baby, please." he begged with his watering voice. his eyes flutter, whimpering as he stared between your bodies in bliss. the body he was holding so securely in his grip, rabbiting into the sweetest of your spots that made your cunt take him like a good girl. syrupy soft choruses of "curly!~" that wrung his restraint dry as his thrusts reduced to sticky ruts as you cum. your cries were weeping with your fluttering little folds. "s-so cute, baby..." he'd blurt to you fondly. he got helplessly vocal between his shallow breathing, 'til he began to form words. "f-fuuck, too good, baby- I'm.. I need to, I need to I need to-" curly's lips fell slack open, letting his body supplant his mind. "i can't- I can't-" he whined pitifully as grinded into the tight walls of your warm body until he felt the throbbing snap, creaming your tender insides delicately with a messy sigh. he kept your squirmish hips anchored onto him as you clawed at his shirt and rambled to him. though, he had to apologize, because in all honesty he was too dazed to really listen. time was suddenly scarce, wasted none of it leaning over to hold you and soothe your overwhelm once you fell onto the bed.

his tip left a loose connecting trail between your thighs, and he wasn't conscious of it. curly palmed your cheek gently to give your lips the soft kiss it deserved after you made love with him. (on the tulpar, with no shame.) though his hair gently trickled your skin, you couldn't miss the happy smile that graced that previously-poignant face.

[loveandleases]

Hi hi~ It's my birthday and I'm running on fumes. So- How would the Ro's celebrate MC's birthday with them if the MC doesn't mind doing whatever/doesn't plan to do anything special? I'm desperate for Ardent... WHO SAID THAT??

Happy Birthday!!!! 🎂🎈🎉 I hope you've had a good one. I'm going to throw it under a cut because it somehow ended up being almost 2k words! Ardent is just as desperate, he's just in denial!

❤️ Cam - First off, would MC mind getting a piercing? Cam would be thrilled to get matching ear piercings with them. But if that’s not their thing, he’d suggest something more subtle, like matching jewelry. Maybe one of those permanent bracelets that are soldered on—a small but meaningful reminder of their bond.

Cam is up for anything, truly. If MC wants to stay in and have a cozy night watching movies, he’s already pulling up his favorite food apps and ordering takeout from three different places. But if MC feels adventurous, he’s all in. One of those indoor trampoline parks? Perfect—just give him a second to grab some Dramamine first. Whatever the plan, he’s ready to make the day unforgettable.

And at the end of the night, Cam has one last surprise: a scrapbook. “Old school, I know,” he says with a sheepish grin as he hands it over.

The pages are filled with his favorite memories. Photos from his point of view, capturing the little moments that mattered most to him over the years. There’s a whole section dedicated to the doggo (because, of course), and even a page or two with G, reflecting the years of shared friendship. And yes, there are even photos of MC with Chris—but Chris has been carefully, and a little dramatically, cut out of every one.

Cam shrugs, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he fidgets with the edge of one of the photos. “I couldn’t just throw them out,” he murmurs, running his fingers along the edges of the picture. His voice softens as he glances at MC, the corners of his mouth lifting in a lopsided smile. “You looked too good.”

💙 G - They never truly enjoyed their birthday, especially since it’s on Valentine’s Day. But MC changed that for them. Even when they weren’t together, MC still made sure to bake G a cake, showing how much they cared and G wants to do the same.

This year, G had been planning it for a while. They wanted everything to be just right—a nice dinner out on the town, the kind of place that serves those tiny, fancy portions. But when they hear MC’s stomach growling later that night, G would laugh and take them back to the kitchen to whip up a big, hearty meal, just the way they like it.

Afterward, they’d take MC on a walk, retracing steps to places they’d always wanted to show them back when they weren’t speaking. They would begin reminiscing about those late-night strolls they used to share in school.

G would have two gifts for MC. The first is something they’ve kept all this time (spoiler, i can't say what it is since you will be able to receive this item and place it in your MC's room). The second is a sweater. Not to replace the one they absolutely stole, by the way—no, of course not. This one is different. It’s a sweater G has worn over the years, one they’ve thought about MC wearing, imagining them wrapped up in its warmth.

And to end the night, G would surprise MC with a homemade cake, the icing meticulously decorated with the image of their dog. It’s not perfect, a tad lopsided, the color a little off.

💚 Kara - Oh, MC is getting spoiled. If they’re down for pampering, then Kara is going all out. First up, the best massage money can buy—only the best for MC. Kara will even attempt to bake them cookies… and we all know how that is going to go. When that inevitably doesn’t pan out, she’ll pivot to taking MC out for dinner. Fine dining, of course. Is a seven-course meal too much? Probably. Should she have asked beforehand? Definitely.

Kara doesn’t have the shared history with MC that Cam and G do, and she knows it. So, in a rare moment of thoughtfulness, she’ll invite Em along, intent on building a better relationship with MC and making the night truly special.

To top it off, Kara would rent a luxurious hotel for the night. Yes, MC can eat the snacks in the minibar—she’s paying. She’d try to whisk MC out of the country for a weekend getaway, but when their schedule doesn’t allow it, she’ll opt for the next best thing: a staycation. A weekend of indulgence, relaxation, and Kara-style bonding.

Her real gift, though, is far more personal: a key to her place, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers. The same flowers she once gave MC years ago—though back then, Chris had claimed the credit. This time, Kara makes sure there’s no doubt where they came from.

💛 M - One thing about Mar: they really like to have a plan. Whether it’s outlining their novel or taking MC out on a date, having a plan helps them prepare for what’s to come. So, if you happen to look through M’s search history, don’t be surprised if you come across things like:

"How to give your partner the best birthday"

"How much tongue is too much tongue? Techniques for French kissing"

And last but certainly not least, “What exactly is Netflix and chill?” (Had to include that, especially with a planned snippet!)

The first thing M can think to do is take MC somewhere special. Not to an anime convention (though they already bought tickets and even wanted to plan couple costumes—they had to talk themselves down from that). Instead, M decides on a place they don’t get to visit often, a place they love: home. And not their apartment, but their childhood home, the house their mothers still own.

M doesn’t get much time away from work or book tours, so this will be one of the few opportunities they can actually take MC. Since MC is up for anything, it doesn’t dawn on M until later that they’re essentially taking MC to meet the parents. Truthfully, M is more nervous than MC. At home, though, M is much more confident—they know what they’re doing and where to go. It’s one of the few times M feels completely sure of themselves. The trip is a success. M had already told their mothers about MC so of course they end up adoring MC even more.

As for a gift, M isn’t sure what to give. They hope that their presence—their trust, adoration, and love—will be enough. But just in case, M has a backup. They pull out their finished novel, ready for store shelves. Normally, M keeps the first published copy for themselves, but this time, they don’t. They want MC to see the first page after opening the cover—a heartfelt dedication, to none other than MC.

💜 Isaac - Isaac has never gotten this far with a partner since their ex. They’ve never allowed themselves to care for someone that deeply, not until MC. So when Isaac finally allows themselves to openly care for MC, they want to make it count. They want to do for MC what their mother used to do for them, even going so far as to bake their mother’s cake recipe. Listen, Isaac can cook—baking, though, is a little iffy. So it won’t be perfect, but it will be made from the heart. Just like the day Isaac has planned: something as simple as running errands, spending time together, sharing quiet moments. It’s something Isaac, admittedly, took for granted early on in their relationship.

Now, they don’t hold back as much. Isaac openly tells MC how they feel, how much they care for them, and shows it as well. The list of people who care about Isaac is minuscule, and they don’t take that for granted. They’re open to any thoughts MC has for the day, any question about Isaac’s past, or their job that they’d kept hidden for so long. Isaac’s willing to share even the details about their parents.

The gift is simple. No, it’s not free reign over Isaac’s car—nice try. It’s a plant, a cat-safe flower because Isaac knows Cupid likes to visit. They’ve taken care of it for a while, making sure it’ll survive before giving it to MC. But the flower itself isn’t what’s important. What matters is the sentiment behind it—the idea of nurturing something so it can grow.

It’s a promise from Isaac, a vow that they won’t stop working on themselves, that they won’t stop fighting for their relationship with MC. It’s the promise of being honest, with MC, with themselves, and accepting just how much they care for one another.

🖤 Ardent - MC would wake up gently, kissed softly on the lips, greeted with breakfast in bed. He’d actually been prepping it since the day before, and when Ardent cooks, he really goes all out. He doesn’t mess around. That means MC’s day isn’t just about breakfast—it’s also lunch, dinner, and his special baklava. There are so many ways the day can go, especially if his uncle tries to rope him into helping close the bar (he won’t, because today is all about MC).

Though MC insists they don’t care what they do for the day, Ardent can’t accept that. He wants nothing more than to make it special for them. Ardent’s life has changed so much since MC came into it. They’ve helped him understand just how important it is to open up, to stop keeping people at arm’s length. He would be lost without them, and he wants to show his appreciation for all they’ve done for him.

He never expected his mom to fly in when he told her it was MC’s birthday, nor did he plan for his cousins or his uncle to join in. He wasn’t surprised when his niece showed up with a handmade gift, though she lied and claimed Ardent got it for MC, afraid that he’d forgotten. He could never forget.

MC gets a big party, and while he knows it might not be their ideal, he apologizes later in the day. There’s one thing Ardent has always wanted to do with MC, ever since that day they rushed Cupid to the emergency vet. He’s a bit sentimental, sure. But he can’t help it, especially when he ties a little note to Cupid’s collar for MC to find late at night, when she curls up next to them.

Who would’ve imagined that Ardent Pine writes love notes? Even worse, he doodles hearts. Yeah, he won’t live that down, but it’s something he’s come to accept. And he’s hoping his gift will be something MC can accept, too. An invitation to become a bigger part of his life and of Cupid’s. The note includes a crude drawing of a cat and a message:

As much as I love Cupid, I never could’ve imagined you’d love her too. That you’d care for her when I was such an as- (the swear is scribbled out) jerk. I never could’ve imagined you’d worm your way into my heart—and hers. So, whaddya say, trouble? Will you have us?

Ardent takes a deep breath, his face looking calm as ever. But MC notices the slight twitch of his fingers in his pockets—something he does when he’s nervous. His eyes meet theirs for a moment, and then he simply says, “Move in with me.”

[monstertreden]

✦ BE(E) MY DATE? ✦

-Reader: FEM reader -TW: none, just an adorable bee -Character: Bumblebee (Transformers movie 2018) -Summary: Bumblebee is trying to get accustomed to earth traditions in order to impress his favourite human -Word count : 1448 A/N: This was an anonymous request of a while back. I went with the Fem Pov, but this could be read with a GN reader too. What a way to open this 2025! Wish you all the best things in the world!🍀

The evening sky was starting to feel more alive as stars emerged one by one. With no light pollution ruining this view, the atmosphere felt so relaxing, a quiet peak for living in such a peaceful town. Your home garden was glowing, illuminated by tiny star-shaped lights strung around the tree branches. In the middle of it all stood a cheerful, giant yellow bot. He fumbled with his radio, playing different romantic songs as he tried to find justtt the right one to set the perfect mood. Bumblebee was buzzing with excitement, unable to wait another hour until you got home from your job and spend the rest of the night with him outdoors. Today had been a little different. It had been hours since you’d left for work and you’d insisted on taking the bus to work, much to Bumblebee’s dismay. He’d watched you wave goodbye as he beeped sadly…but once you were out of sight, his little antennas perked up and twitched like bunny ears: if he couldn’t spend all day with you then he would make that night unforgettable! The thought had driven him all afternoon as he kept carefully arranging what he had gathered, it had to be perfect because you deserve nothing less!

A jazzy love song hummed through his speakers before he quickly cut it off again, second-guessing his choice, followed by an upsetting beep.

Postponing his final decision on the special song, Bumblebee turned his attention to the messy setup he had previously sprawled on the flower-patched blanket… one he might have “borrowed” from her bedroom through the window…ops, but it was one of his favorite too, one you often shared with him while watching some movies back in the garage, other than being soft, it fitted the romantic vibe he was striving for. Smothering the blanket again, having spotted a small wrinkle,  his digits fidgeted slightly with the patch of wildflowers he had directly plucked from the ground earlier, ensuring they looked intentional rather than, well… stolen. Were there enough flowers? Or were they too many? He tilted his helm as if reconsidering his choice, before turning to the unplugged microwave, that somehow contained various cookies inside and the carefully inclined projector screen propped up against the white wall of your home. The screen’s angle had been adjusted multiple times until he was satisfied, though he still glanced at it every few moments to make sure it hadn’t shifted.

It had taken him ages to figure out how humans got their movie setups just right, and, even now, he still wasn’t sure he had nailed it. Beside it, a wicker basket was overfilled with treats he’d seen you enjoy: chips, candies, and a variety of drinks, so many you wouldn’t go hungry... though he had no idea what half of them tasted like...Would you notice the missing bags of sour candies? He might’ve… tested one or two. For science. Did you have that many treats in your kitchen cabinets though? Of course not, the truth was that some, well, most of the items inside weren’t “exactly” yours. The yellow bot had borrowed, again, okay, maybe taken a few things from the local store storage without paying, but only because he still didn’t understand how human transactions worked. Plus, wasn’t food meant to be shared? You loved snacks! And he wanted the best ones for you!

“Cool and smooth!”. He echoed the phrase to himself, with the enthusiasm of a DJ who knew what they were doing. Excitement and anxiousness coursed through his circuits, he had seen countless Earth movies and TV series with you, how your face lit up when romantic picnics were on-screen. “Aren’t they adorable, Bee?” you’d sighed, smiling softly at a scene where a couple sat under the stars, and he was determined to give her exactly that.

The wildflowers kept sprawling all over each time Bumblebee tried to grab one, he didn’t bring a vase since he was scared of accidentally breaking one, so he decided with clumsy digits to open a soda can, yes..maybe that would do.. “Careful...”  Tipping the can towards his faceplate, he fussed over not being able to open it. Shaking it, hoping it would loosen, and when it seemed he had made it, it sprayed all over his faceplate, making him stumble over with a distressed beep. A wrong footing and there was a loud crunch. Bumblebee froze. Slowly looking down, he realized his foot had landed squarely on a package of cookies, reducing them to crumbs. “Dang it!” he buzzed through the radio, frustration laced with nervousness. He frantically crouched and scooped up the squished wrapper, already berating himself.

But Bumblebee wasn’t one to back down so easily. He straightened up, the crumpled pack of cookies still in his hand. Carefully, the bit tucked it back into the end of the basket, there were so many after all. Next, he picked up the empty soda can and went to toss it in the garbage bin, only for his gaze to land on a small empty glass jar you’d had left for recycling. That was perfect! It was risky managing glass, but it was his only choice. After arranging the wildflowers in the jar, he stepped back to admire his work. The bright blooms stood proudly in their makeshift vase; A triumphant beep escaped his radio.

However, waiting for you to get home from your job was the worst part. Bee leaned on the side of the blanket staring at the darkening sky, his pedes shifting restlessly against the ground as his optics traced the constellations beginning to shine above.

ᯓ★

The distant hum of the bus made Bumblebee buzz with anticipation as he scrambled quickly to double-check the lights and blanket one last time, his excitement nearly spilled over. Tonight was truly special, and he couldn’t wait to spend it with you, just the two of you, under the stars.

When you reached the garden, Bumblebee greeted you enthusiastically, using a series of radio clips to invite you, his favourite human, to sit down. “Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder” played softly from his speakers as he immediately handled the microwave, shaking its contents inside, beeping excitedly for you to open it.

A mixture of surprise painted your face “Aww Bee” You gently lowered down his servos so he couldn’t accidentally destroy your microwave and reached for him instead, your hands lightly cradling his side faceplate. His optics blinked rapidly in surprise, and his helm tilted curiously to the side as if trying to process your gesture. “This is..nice, unexpected but not unwelcomed. Thank you” For a moment, Bumblebee froze, his circuits whirring as if he’d been short-circuited by your words. His servos twitched at his sides, unsure whether to move or stay still. His radio crackled before settling on a slightly awkward but heartfelt clip. “You’re welcome my darling!!” Bumblebee immediately winced at his choice, but you only chuckled.

Your hands slipped away, and he missed the warmth almost instantly. You took a step back to take in everything he’d prepared, from the spread blanket, the slightly crumpled flowers, and the crookedly angled projector screen. You took a mental note to maybe teach him not to pluck bunches of flowers from your garden next time

“You went through all this… for me?” you asked, to which Bumblebee gave a small nod, his frame shifting nervously. His radio played hesitantly, “-It’s no big deal-” but the way he was fidgeting said otherwise.

“No,no ! it’s a huge deal,” Your smile grew as you crouched to fix the corner of the blanket. “Heck! You even got my favorite snacks.Look!” Maybe it was best not to ask him where the hell he took all of these goods, eyes lighting up when you spotted the assortment. “Bee, this is amazing. Seriously! After an exhausting day, this is all I need”

He melted at her reaction and his optics softened. Gathering his courage, he turned on the projector with a flick of his servo.  Soon, the screen lit up, casting a warm glow against the wall.

He beeped as if to ask “Shall we?”

Your grin widened. “We shall.”

Once you finally settled onto the blanket, patting the spot beside you Bumblebee carefully maneuvered himself, trying to sit without squishing anything else. He adjusted his position until he was beside you, his large frame curling slightly to fit in the cozy space. As the movie began to play, you leaned against him, resting your head against his cool plating. He was happy to start the first days of the new year with you like this.

“Next time, we’ll organize a date together”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various HH characters x autistic!reader

Prize 1/5 for @coldsushisworld ! I hope you enjoy!

This post includes: charlie, vaggie, alastor, Lucifer, adam, and lute

CHARLIE

Honestly I can see Charlie herself being somewhere on the spectrum! So she can relate to you in some way when you're having some struggles. Shes so so accommodating when it comes to your needs, quite literally bending over backwards to make sure the hotel is a safe space for you. Theres likely a sensory room somewhere in the hotel, where you (or really anyone!) Can go to unwind and just vibe. Protective of you, as she is with everyone else she cares about. You.. may have to get her to cool it if things get a little too heated. Warm and smells like apple pie, and I dont know about you guys but that's possibly one of the most pleasing and calming combos

VAGGIE

Very quick to shut things down if someone tries to get on your case for your needs for whatever reason, same goes for anyone who does it without intending to be harmful/doing it unknowingly. Shes your guard dog, and shes going to make sure you're safe mentally and physically. Likely stands trying to choose between different fidgets to pack for an outing trying to determine which one might come more in handy. Packs both. Actually she definitely has a pack somewhere for you that has a bunch of items to carry on you to help you out (water, headphones, ect ect). Despite that she does think you're capable and will step back if her worries cause her to overstep and make you feel bad. Vaggie does tend to have trouble gauging how much effort and feeling into things

ALASTOR

In the nicest way possible, he does not care. Obviously he doesn't care in the "I dont care that you're ND and I'm not going to avoid doing things that trigger you", it's a "I dont care because it is what it is", and besides hes got manners! Sometimes the static ambience around him can be comforting, like white noise.. sometimes he hums or softly plays music if you need something to focus on during an overwhelming moment. However if it makes things worse it's getting cut the second you say something. You're the only person allowed into his radio tower, if you need an escape

LUCIFER

As stated above I headcanon that Charlie is somewhere in the spectrum so he already has an idea of what to do to make things easier and more welcoming for you! Thankfully his home isnt too chaotic and he doesnt usually switch up his routine so if routines mean a lot for you Lucifer is your man! Puts his crafting skills to good use and makes you personalized fidget toys! He loves talking to you but if you need him to be quiet for a while he'll be understanding and work quietly on his ducks. Similarly to his daughter he doesnt let anyone try to make you feel bad for trying to tend to your needs. Though hes less of a pushover/holds his temper a little easier than charlie, but hes still quick to shut anything down

ADAM

In the beginning he can be a little.... how does one say this nicely? Not the best.. hes not at all educated so you're probably going to have to sit him down and find a way to get him to listen. Hes a little misguided when it comes to helping you moving forward but there is a new added effort in there. Takes you away from environments that are too overwhelming for you, or tells everyone to shut the hell up.. which might make things worse thanks to his shouting. He's got the spirit but his methods are not the best. His wings are soft and as long as you dont pluck anything out, he let's you run your fingers through his feathers. Would get sucked into those sensory and/or asmr videos with you

LUTE

I can see her being on the spectrum too tbh but I dont think shes aware, so anytime you try to bring up the possibility of her being ND she kind of just dismisses it. "Everyone does that," mindset. While she doesnt totally understand all of your habits and needs, she still does her best to make sure you're satisfied. She can be callous with others, often causing conflict to those who choose not to listen to an exterminator.. though to heavens citizens what status to exterminators have..? Shrugs. Shes a little.. tense? Harsh? No harsh sounds mean. Shes not used to being tender for someone else, so this is all a learning process for her.. its going to take a while before she grows accustomed to you autism or not.. but shes trying, because she does love you even if shes not used to these feelings!

[stvrnzcherries]

can you write a nick smut? it’s okay if you aren’t comfortable but there’s not much for nick in this app💙

› TEACH ME

n. sturniolo x male!reader

summary: Five months ago you met Nick, your now new best friend but what happens when the attraction might be too much for you to handle?

warnings: smut, oral sex (male!receiving), mlm, use of y/n, alcohol, swearing, mention of drugs, dom!Nick, degrading kink, praise kink, handjob, hair pulling, masturbation, angst, pet names.

word count: 3.6k

“I don’t have a fucking clue of what to wear,” You say as you scavenge through your closet, scanning every single item that you own. Tossing shirts and belts on the floor and a chuckle emitted from your phone on the night side table. 

It was Nick, you met each other five months ago at a party, it was an instant click between the two of you, not only because you shared the same thoughts about trusting people. It made you feel such a bond that you felt like you could trust him with your life.

“Why don’t you wear that shirt you showed me the other day?” He said it seemed like he was sitting on his bed eating some popcorn while the TV screen brightened his face, different colors displaying every three seconds.

You kept scavenging your closet, the hangers swinging from side to side, a clicking sound popping up every time this motion occurred. “I had to throw that one in the washer today, I spilled juice all over it and it’s ruined.”

“So what? You can wait until the cleaning cycle is done and drop it off at the dryer, the party’s in a few hours, I don’t think it would take too long.” The bowl that he had filled with popcorn was heard in the background as if he was grabbing a handful of it.

You closed the closet doors, rubbing your face with both hands as you sighed out of stress, how’s this one party so stressful and important to you? It was the most casual thing ever and yet the anxiety was there.

“You know what, you're right, I'll just go with that shirt and maybe some baggy jeans and I’ll call it an outfit.” You sighed once again, your legs making the last effort to bump into your bed and reach out for your phone, a smile spreading on your face as soon as your eyes encountered Nick’s face.

He returned the smile and returned his attention to the TV. “You sure you don’t want us to pick you up later?” He asked, he picked up another handful of popcorn and feasted it out as if it was his last meal. “Yeah, I’ll just order an Uber, it’s way more comfortable for you guys.”

Nick rolled his eyes, his attention brought back to your face through the screen “It’s not a big deal to pick you up, you know…you’re my friend after all.” He smiles softly.

“Nick, if Matt comes here it means that he will have to drive all over where you guys came from and more, so yeah…I don’t believe that’s a good idea.” You bit your lip anxiously waiting for an answer.

Nick sighed, “Fine, fine, just share your ride so I can make sure the driver won’t kidnap you.” He smiled and raised his left hand with his thumb up.

You laughed, “See you there then?” You replied, a flirtatious expression lingering on the question as you fidgeted with your fingers, awaiting an answer from Nick.

“See you later, loser” He jokes, hanging up fast enough for you to not even think about his reaction towards your comment, you toss your phone beside you and look at the ceiling. Your eyes shift to a deep sleep, the tiredness making your eyelids feel heavy.

A buzzing sound makes you wake up from your sleep, you could feel the damp sensation of your skin and the disorientation of the abrupt shift of your eyes. You try to reach out for what’s buzzing on your bed, just to pick up your phone; Nick’s display photo pops up on the screen, the light dazzling your eyes the moment you see the picture, you answer half-asleep “Nick? What’s wrong?” Your voice was raspy as you took sharp consciousness of where you have to be right now.

“Where are you? I’ve been texting you for two hours and you don’t answer, we’re already here!” Nick says through the phone, the loud music muffling his voice slightly.

You look up at the sky before rubbing your eyes with your free hand, “Fuck…” you muttered, your hand on your forehead, rubbing it slightly as you stood up from your bed in a swift motion.

“I’ll be there in ten, I swear.” You say to Nick before hanging up and tossing your phone to your bed as you rapidly look for your stuff, such as the outfit you planned on wearing.

Before getting out of your house, you take a final look in your mirror, your baggy jeans, sleeveless shirt, and boots made you look like a seventies Hollywood star, and your hair sat the way you liked — everything looks great, somehow this makes you feel an immerse ego boost through the way you look.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally arrive at the house party. The house blasts colorful lights and music all over the first and second-floor windows. You gulped nervously, thinking about how probably Nick would be drunk and as soon as he would catch a glaze of you, he will sure kick your ass for coming three hours late.

You take cautious steps toward the inside of the house, taking a glance at the gigantic crowd that surrounds the living room and kitchen — the music blasts intensely making it difficult for you to even listen to the hustle and bustle of the people. 

Your eyes finally spot Chris on the ping-pong table — playing some beer pong with a few of his friends while he has a red solo cup on his left hand, you could already tell that he’s sort of tipsy.

You make your way towards Chris, as he redirects his eyes, he catches a glimpse of your tall figure “Yo, Y/N! What's up?” He says cheerfully, and in this right instance, you could tell he was more than tipsy, he was drunk as fuck.

“Chris, hey!” You replied coyly, your sight still trying to find Nick through the crowded room but still no success at it. You look back at Chris, a smile smeared all over him, and you frown confused. 

“Tryna find Nick?” He asks like a little kid hiding something. 

You nodded slowly, unsure as to why is he asking about it all of a sudden. “Why? Do you know where he is?” even though, desperation takes the best out of you.

He nods — giggles escaping through his mouth as he points to the kitchen lazily and pats your back in a signal for you to stroll your way toward it. You furrow your brows once again, patting his back awkwardly before walking away.

You go through the wave of people, everyone dancing, drinking, smoking, and hooking up, As a result of your lateness this ambiance feels rushed, it feels overwhelming as each minute passes by. However, you must say it makes you fuel your desire to get into the mood any sooner after finding Nick. 

You open the double door, displaying the kitchen scenario, and you breathe in the smoke that was encapsulated inside the room. It was weed, you spotted a couple making out, the girl sitting on the counter while she hungrily kissed the dude she was with. Your eyes keep scanning the room, your hopes up to find any trace of your best friend, the smoke making it sort of difficult for you to take a good look at every person that was inside the room. 

Still, there was yet no trace of Nick there — you entered deeper into the kitchen, a dead end clear in your view a few meters, you spot a guy hooking up with someone — it couldn't possibly be him, wasn't it?

As if the universe could listen to every thought that you had, the guy moved, and there he was — his lips red and swollen and his eyes displayed that drunk look on them. You weren’t stupid, you knew what had happened between these two. 

And somehow it made your heart shrink and your throat goes dry as a desert, you looked at the both of them nervously and stormed away from the kitchen, trying to find the nearest table that had alcohol that you could freely consume. Your body stiffens the crowd away from your path, and you spot a table with a few bottles of vodka and what seems to be some tequila. 

As you arrive at the table, you get your red solo cup, a weight almost knocked you down to your right side. Chris’ cheerful voice chimes in “Did you find him, buddy?” He asks as he rubs the side of your bicep of your left arm.

You take a sip of the vodka you just poured on your cup and nod, “Yeah, he was hooking up with some dude back there in the kitchen so I left.” You replied, trying to act nonchalant, drinking more vodka to hide the nervousness that your face betrayed you with.

Chris scans your face and smiles, “Alright, you wanna get drunk or drunk drunk?” He asks, brushing the subject off completely; the mood shifts to a less tense one and more to a relaxed one.

You shrugged, downing the rest of your drink “Depends, who’s tonight’s designated driver?” You ask, even though you already know the answer. — “Matt, you know he hates these types of settings and he usually never comes with us or he stays around but doesn’t drink.”

You nod, pouring tequila now in your cup “Then, drunk drunk.” You smirk deviously.

A few hours had passed and you had been playing beer pong with Chris for a while, failing every time it was your turn on purpose to get as drunk as you could. Nick on the other hand was watching you on the other side of the room, his face somewhat in pure disbelief by how less you could’ve cared about him.

And that’s exactly what happened, you couldn’t care less about it or at least that’s how you managed to convince yourself within the next few hours. But his eyes lingering on you made you feel shivers down your spine. Self-control wasn’t your biggest forte, not when it came to being attracted to someone, and you’d be lying if you hadn’t been trying to flirt with Nick for the past few weeks. He was most definitely your type.

Those blue eyes, his hair, and his sharp jawline.

You dared to look around the room, your eyes catching a glimpse of Nick, his eyes still bore into your figure, his cup on his mouth as he took a sip and then licked his lips attentively. You feel like your breath was taken away once again, Chris’ voice making you come back to your senses, you look over your shoulder and see his cheery demeanor, both his hands loaded with two boxes of beer cans.

You smiled at him slyly, “I gotta go take a piss, I’ll come back in a second.” You tell him as you make your way upstairs, your eyes trailing on Nick before you disappear onto the second floor.

You open the bathroom door, close it behind you look at your reflection in the mirror, you decide to freshen up a little by tossing some cold water all over your face feeling the chilly sensation felt like you were back to reality, the drunk dazing fading a little. As you lift your head where the mirror is, you grab the towel beside you to dry your face.

Your eyes opened slowly and steadily, taking in the space that surrounded you, you see Nick leaning against the door, his eyes resting on yours through the mirror. You gulped nervously, your Adam’s apple prominently shadowing your throat. “You didn’t reply to my texts three hours ago and neither did you say anything when you saw me back there in the kitchen.” He says, biting the inside of his cheek. 

You turned around, your hands resting against the counter and your eyes looking anywhere but Nick, “Well, back in the kitchen you seemed kind of busy and I thought I texted you when I was on my way…” You replied in an awkward tone that made Nick scoff.

“Right…and what about when you were playing beer pong? Did I look busy to you? Hm?” He walked closer to you, his eyes defiant and his arms crossed.

“Why are you being such an asshole all of a sudden?” You bluntly say, regretting it right after the words escape from your mouth. 

He nodded painfully slow, you could see the resentment on his face, he scoffed before speaking again “I act like an asshole? And why the fuck is that?” He spats out, his chest heaving up and down and his breathing uneven.

You rolled your eyes, wetting your lips before talking “I honestly don’t know what you expect me to say, Nick.” — “Hi?” — “What the fuck do you want that you’re acting all this bitchy for?” You say, your breathing becoming raged as well. You look into each other’s eyes, his full of anger and a brief hint of lust.

“I’m acting bitchy? You’re acting like a fucking prick! I’m just trying to figure out why are you acting so fucking weird with me all of a sudden?” His voice rose slightly. Your noses almost touching.

“Just forget about it, alright? Seems like you were having lots of fun with Mr. drug addict back there.” You say, before walking toward the door, your grip on the handle Nick stopping you from leaving the room once again.

His eyes dart over your face, scanning you as a slight smirk appears on his face, making you feel on fire  “So that’s why you’re acting like this? Because you’re jealous? He chuckles incredulously. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” He scoffs as he shakes his head.

You purse your lips, trying to contain the frustration that he is giving you as of now, “Jealous? You’re so full of yourself that you would believe that I feel jealous about that?” You spoke, even though you knew deep down that it was all a lie.

Every single thing that you just said to his face was a complete lie.

And it seemed like he could see through you, his smirk only grew as he chuckled “You’re such a liar, Y/N.” He said cornering you back again where the counter is, your lower back hitting the edge of it. Your breath hitches as your faces are mere inches away from each other’s.

Nick’s hands cupped your face, both perfectly fitting in your face, “I’m not." You replied, gulping anxiously as his head tilted to the side, crashing his lips against yours molding perfectly as if they were made for each other’s. 

His hands went to the curve of your jaw, his thumbs tracing it every once in a while, as you gave him access to tangle his tongue with yours, the kiss deepening and fastening in a heated motion, feeling your heart fasten and the heat and lust emanate from your body—an evident bulge friction against your pants. 

Your hands roamed over his body, traveling his skin under his shirt with your fingertips, feeling the way his abdomen contracts through the light contact and graze. The insatiable desire to feel remotely something else, share more than kisses, and feeling his skin with your fingers was making you go wild, your lips leaving his to trail and nip on his jawline and neck, giving open-mouthed kisses to that sweet spot of his.

A groan escaped from his throat his left hand tangling on your hair to push your body onto your knees, which you without hesitation do. You steady yourself, your drunken state making you almost lose balance as you go down to your knees, you look up at him, as he caresses your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips as he demands silently for you to suck it.

You do as he commands, your tongue swirling around his thumb, a clicking sound as he pops out in merely seconds. Finally, he speaks, his above a whisper. “Now, why don't you teach me how that pretty mouth of yours works?”  

You didn’t need to be told twice, your hands were needy and fast unbuttoning and unzipping Nick’s pants. His bulge was already visible prior, a slight stain of his pre cum leaking, you played with the waistband of his boxers, your lips now trailing delicate kisses on his happy trail and v-line. You looked at him through your lashes his head rolling back as his hips buckled to the front looking for more contact. 

You pulled his waistband down, his dick sprung free hitting his happy trail. You muffled a gasp, you’d never expected that Nick could be this big. It sort of terrified you but nothing you couldn’t take.

You cupped the base of his shaft with both your hands as you pumped them up and down painfully slow, Nick on the other hand tried to fasten up the feeling by thrusting on your fist, but ended up falling at it. 

Your tongue licked slight trails around his tip, teasing and rubbing his throbbing erection, “Fuck…Y/N…” His hands went to cover his face, the teasing and pleasure being too overwhelming for him. 

You felt empathy towards him when you saw his red swollen tip, his hard-on nowhere near to release, his body shudders for more and more, his pleas like music to your ears. “Please, baby…” He pleaded.

You hesitated at first but decided to give Nick what he needed the most, you open your mouth taking in the most you could of him, bobbing your head slowly. Your tongue swirled around his dick, his breathless moans making your dick twitch against your pants.

Your left hand kept rubbing his base and the rest of his cock as your mouth kept working on his length, and your right went straight to palm your clothed dick. Your groans escaped from your mouth and vibrated through Nick’s length feeling it twitch every time you kept giving him the pleasure he needed.

You looked back at him, his eyes darting over you in awe at the spectacle you were giving to him, his hand reached to touch your hair and face gently his eyes now on a less dominant look and more sweet and caring, full of pure lust and ecstasy through the new source of pleasure your mouth was offering. “Look at you, so desperate and needy to touch yourself.” He says between shaky breaths, his dominant tone still present.

You replied with another groan, his shaft twitching once again as the vibrations pulsated over him, “Even with your mouth full—you still have that little attitude, hm?” He manages to say, his head throwing back slightly when you tried to take in his full length. “M’, fucking hell…” He muttered, a whimper escaping from his lips.

You manage to unbutton and unzip your pants, the tent is more visible through your boxers, Nick smirked as he closed his eyes and let out a low moan, you gagged, your throat squelching his cock slightly, making him grow more aroused. “F-fuck…” He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as the tip of his shaft touched the back of your throat, his hands now holding your head to the sides.

Tears breamed out of your eyes, the back of your head now against the counter of the bathroom sink, your hands now were reaching to spring free your dick as Nick kept pumping in and out of your mouth, pornographic moans leaving his mouth. He looked down at you, his voice shaky and breathless “That’s right—” he cuts himself, his hands shaking, “Touch yourself—” He managed to say before a low whine came out from the back of his throat.

You allowed yourself to gently stroke your member, feeling the incredible high sensitiveness that you already possessed. Your hand slid off from your tip to your base, the new sensation relieving you, moans emitting from your mouth as Nick kept thrusting in your mouth.

You closed your eyes, the speed of your hand fastening up as the knot in your lower stomach got closer within minutes, the pleasure being so much for you that your mind felt fuzzy and foggy all of a sudden.

You kept pumping your hand into a fist, your climax only adverting to come close and quick, the waiting making you melt into a million pieces. Nick on the other side kept fucking your mouth senseless, reaching his high too.

You let out a few guttural curse words as your chest began to fall heavily, your hand stroking your cock sloppier within minutes, Nick’s hands loosen up the slightly tight grip against your head. “m- so so close…” Nick panted, your ears deceiving his words due to the amount of ecstasy you were experiencing at that point.

And that’s when you felt him reach his high, his hot cum spurt at the back of your throat, he pulled out of your mouth, taking deep breaths as he pulled his underwear and pants back on, before looking back down at you, getting on his knees as his hand helped you reach your climax quicker. “Let me help you down here, m’kay?” He says, his voice low and raspy.

You nodded, whimpers escaping through your lips as the pleasure set into new levels, your back arching as the knot inside your stomach snapped within seconds, threads of your seed shoot right straight to Nick’s fist and yours. Your breathing ragged and your chest fell up and down heavily, your face glazed slightly with sweat as you finished to swallow the last trails of Nick’s juices.

“Good job, baby,” He said before letting his forehead fall against yours, your noses touching, the both of you trying to catch each other’s breaths. Faintly smiles spread across each other's faces.

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[evvyyypeters-fics]

Tricks and Treats🎃

A Halloween Special!

Alive!Kyle Spencer x f!reader Headcanons

Warnings! Headcanons (may be OOC, hopefully not), some smut/ nsfw, f!gering, oral (f!recieving), períod sėx, mentions of p n v, mainly fluff, not proofread

Requested by @vi0l3tgard3ns

I really wanted to do this, but bc I’m having issues rn with my laptop, I decided to write some quick headcannons instead. I tried to an even amount of SFW and NSFW. Also, Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you had/ have a great time!

Sfw

• Kyle loves hanging out with his frat boy friends, but holidays are different. You’re the most important thing to him, so he’ll choose to spend the night with you any day. But especially a holiday, and Halloween is definitely no exception

• Kyle would immediately come up with wacky ideas for matching costumes if you brought up the topic

• He wouldn’t mind trick or treating with you if that’s what you wanted, going around confidently in your costumes and picking up candy at each house like you’re kids again (despite being college students :p)

• He’d prefer most to stay home with you and either hand out candy or snuggle up and watch scary movies in matching Halloween pajamas, munching on candy and popcorn. Possibly both at the same time.

• He’ll pretend he’s not as scared of the movie than he actually is. But you can tell when he fidgets a bit and smoothly holds you tighter, usually sliding his hand into yours and squeezing. He’d brush it off as him trying to comfort you instead.

• If you’re scared of the movie, he’d cover your eyes and ears until the scene is over and you can continue watching the less bothersome parts. Maybe giving you a few head rubs/ pets and soothing kisses along your face until your heartbeat stopped racing and your anxiety calmed.

• If you’re not into scary movies, he’d put on Tim Burton and Charlie Brown with you. Again, he’ll pretend that he’s a little more tough and that he doesn’t enjoy it as much as he does. But he’s too gentle and sweet to be the image he tries to mimic of his friends. (He’s working on coming out of it though and being more authentic, especially because he wants to be fully comfortable being himself around you).

• He’d make sure that Halloween night isn’t the only time you celebrate. The whole month he’ll take you on small dates to the pumpkin patch, the orchard, a fall fest, some cafes to buy all their halloween specials. You’ll carve pumpkins at home and decorate your houses, you’ll definitely go shopping together for your costumes. Matching or not.

• He’d tease you and goof around, trying on all the stupid and scary items hanging in Spirit Halloween or whatever costume shop. He’ll try to scare you on some occasion, but it’s purposely corny, and of course, you’ll try and get him back and he just has the biggest grin on his face.

• Kyle jokes about the pumpkin spice craze, but secretly he’s part of the hype. I think his favorite flavor for fall would be Apple Cinnamon though.

• If you had a pet together, he’d convince you to dress them up in a costume too, and if you were matching—of course your pet would too.

• If you’re on your period that week, he’d buy lots of chocolate from the store for you, and some to hand out, letting you eat any of the leftovers. He’d have a heating pad ready for you when you snuggle and watch movies, having you laying back against his chest as his hands rest over the heating pad on your abdomen.

Nsfw

• If you bought a skimpy costume, one that showed any amount of your curves and body flauntingly, he’d lose his mind. He’d be focused on it all night and his mind might trail a little when he’s around you or you walk by. He’s definitely checking you out very obviously, even though he’s trying to hide it. Sometimes.

• If you teased him any amount in costume, even if you were at a Halloween party with his friends, he’d find a place to fuck the shit out of you until neither of you can think.

• His favorite sexy costumes would probably be (not in order): Playboy Bunny/ Bunny costume, sexy cop, sexy lifeguard, sexy angel or devil, sexy cheerleader.

• Since it’s Halloween, he’d subtly ask to involve candy during sexy. Like rubbing your lips and tongue with a lollipop so he can lick the sugar off when you kiss. Or covering your skin in a little chocolate sauce or whipped cream. He’d go crazy if you wore a skimpy costume and let him lick whip cream off your nipples (he’d more like inhale it, but y’know. Same difference.)

• If you decide not to dress up and stay home, he’d find a way to finger you or eat you out on the couch while you’re watching a movie. Oh, you’re too scared while watching the movie? Well here, let’s distract you with some mind numbing, knuckle deep massaging in your pussy while we watch, so you don’t have to worry. You’re bored? Why don’t you lay back while I let you grind yourself on my tongue and nose.

• It’d most likely eventually lead to the both of discarding the movie marathon and just fucking on the couch for the rest of the night until you fall asleep. The movie still playing in the background. Talk about Netflix and Chill.

• If he was feeling really frisky, he might ask you to try some spiked aphrodisiac candy with him to see how long you can last before one of you finally caves. Of course, the first one to cave is punished, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow.

• If you’re on your period, he’ll dress up as a vampire and beg to eat you out and fuck you. It’s ridiculous, but strangely hot. He says that it’s to “help with cramps” and that it would be the perfect opportunity, but it’s obvious that’s just an excuse because he wanted to try it with you after regularly helping you on your period (and doing some research) and was too embarrassed to ask until now. (You end up caving and it’s the best and strangest experience you’ll ever have. And of course you’ll want to do it again. Even after Halloween.)

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[aventurineswife]

Aventurine w/ an s/o who has autism 👀

“With you, It's different”

Summary: You find comfort and understanding in your relationship with Aventurine, who supports you during a challenging day filled with sensory overload. He creates a calm environment, appreciating your unique perspective and celebrating your differences. Your bond deepens as Aventurine’s thoughtful gestures and affection help you feel safe and cherished, reminding you that you’re loved just as you are.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Comfort, Autism Representation (Reader has Autism), Supportive Relationship, Fluff, Emotional Connection.

Warnings: Sensory overload description, Mild anxiety portrayal

A/N: WHERE'S MY AUTISTIC GANG AT?! 🗣️🔥 I'm not sure if I described it well but I hope you like it!! 🫶💖

The familiar hum of Aventurine’s voice fills the room, his laughter warm and rich like velvet against your ears. He’s been telling you about his day, detailing every high-stakes gamble he took, each deal calculated to perfection. But tonight, he’s giving you his full attention, his eyes focused on you with that gentle curiosity that makes your heart skip.

You’re sitting on the couch together, your favorite plush blanket draped over your legs as you fiddle with the fringe. It’s been one of those days where everything feels just a little bit too much. The lights seem brighter, the sounds sharper, the usual rhythms of life humming at a frequency that’s overwhelming. But here, with Aventurine by your side, it’s like the world softens around the edges.

Aventurine notices the way you fidget, the subtle hints that most people miss. Gently, he reaches for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re in a different world today, aren’t you?” he says softly, his voice gentle and understanding.

You nod, a small, sheepish smile forming. “It’s just… everything feels so loud.”

Aventurine chuckles, and it’s not a sound of mockery, but one of admiration. “Then let’s turn down the volume, shall we?” Without waiting for a response, he stands up and adjusts the lights, dimming them just a bit, and turns on a small lamp that casts a warm, amber glow over the room.

When he returns to the couch, he brings one of your comfort items—a small, textured object you like to hold when you’re feeling overstimulated—and hands it to you. His thoughtful gesture warms your heart, and you feel a bit of the tension melting away.

Aventurine sits back down, adjusting so he’s facing you. “You know,” he says, brushing a lock of hair from his face, “I’ve always admired the way you see the world. You pick up on things that I sometimes miss.”

You blush, not used to having someone appreciate these little quirks of yours. “Really?”

“Absolutely.” Aventurine’s smile is warm, and he gives you that gaze of his, intense but somehow comforting. “It’s like watching a new game unfold in front of me. Different rules, but somehow even more fascinating. You notice the smallest details, the things that others miss. And that makes you… incredible.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and for a moment, the anxiety you’d been feeling fades away, replaced by the warmth of his acceptance. With Aventurine, you don’t have to hide or explain; he just gets it.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as he leans back, adjusting his glasses. He knows that sometimes you need this—the quiet, the peace of just being together without words.

After a while, you speak up, your voice soft but steady. “Thank you for… understanding. For making it easier.”

Aventurine tilts his head, a grin on his lips. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just lucky enough to be with you. Besides,” he adds with a wink, “I like the challenge of keeping up with someone as intriguing as you.”

The two of you share a gentle laugh, and he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. In this moment, in the quiet warmth of his presence, you feel safe, understood, and profoundly loved. And that, you realize, is Aventurine’s greatest gift—to make you feel like every part of you, even the parts that feel different, are worth cherishing.

As he rests his head against yours, he murmurs softly, “You know, I’d gamble on us any day.” And with him by your side, you feel ready to face anything the world might bring.

☹️🫶💖 I hope I represented the autistic community well enough; you guys are so strong and inspiring. Keep shining bright! ✨

(This goes for everyone who has different disorders, spectrums, disabilities and etc.)

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

Hello, oh my, damn... so english isn't my first language and i wasn't sure how to phrase it better so don't worry, i totally understand being uncomfortable and I'm sorry 😅

I did enjoy your version very much and i also think that you should definitely go for a crow reader cause that is such a cute idea!

- accidentally proposing anon

No problem! And since you're interested here's some very quick ideas I had about crow reader before I go to work today!

Alastor

Nothing phases this man anymore. Niffty literally gifted him a crown of dead roaches. So when you flutter excitedly and present him with a string of shiny can tabs, you've been collecting he accepts it graciously.

"You're quite right dear, these are incredibly colorful. Yes, very shiny are you sure you don't want to keep this? Oh! You made it for me? Well, aren't you just precious."

He makes it into a necklace or even something to decorate his horns.

Vox

Valentino likes light, you like shiny things, both of you tend to like being around screens and bright colors.

Except you don't just like screens, it's anything colorful or shiny. Actually sometimes it's not even that, its just random odds and ends that caught your attention for some reason. He gets it sometimes, textures, patterns, things like that.

But you have everything from soda can tabs to random buttons to rocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. You have different sticks and pieces of wood you found that for some reason you then had to have. Pieces of mismatched jewelry. It's cute but it also clutters up space and he eventually designates one room for your stuff and tells you to keep it condensed. You do, and swear it's organized, but it's all just a jumbled mess to him.

He's in his lair, observing all the many different cameras, looking for some wannabe actress who owed him money, when you bounce in, barely stifling excited squaking. He sighs fondly and turns to you, knowing he's not going to be able to concentrate until he sees what you want to show him.

It's a collection of your molted feathers, the best ones, sleek and iridescent, bound together with some colorful twine you found and attached to it is a miniature glass jar filled with colorful, shiny bits of plastic, metal, and rock, and corked shut and sealed with hot glue.

It makes a nice rattle sound when he shakes it and the feathers are nice to pet and run his fingers over and..."Did you make me a fidget toy? From....random stuff you found? That's, that's actually really cute, thanks Doll."

He downplays how much he uses it, but it's literally on his key ring, so you know it goes everywhere with him and if during long meetings his staff are subjected to the consistent background noise of little shiny bits rattling around in a jar, then that's their problem.

Lucifer

As you may have noticed Lucifer also tends to collect things he has no need for. But he might need it one day! Between the two of you it does get to be a bit of a problem, so you both agree to sort through and condense your piles.

It takes days cuz you guys keep stopping to show each other cool stuff you guys have. Then, several more days just to get through his numerous rubber ducks. Eventually it's down to a single room where your collections have merged. Each item carefully chosen and presented to one another like expensive jewelry or other such luxurious things. But it's a cool rock you found, a giant bronze spring, a box full of candy wrappers with clever sayings, and a scrapbook with various brightly colored pieces of cardboard from snacks, toys, shoes, literally anything, that caught your eye.

It's anyone's guess on who adds what, but you do both have to agree on it before it's added so you don't hoard things again.

That's the end, but maybe I'll go back and add Adam and some of the other characters later. I just wanted to get my initial ideas down before work.

[cripple-cryptid]

Okay I've had some water and took my meds so it's time for Hermit's Guide to Public Flare Care!™ I will just be going over small, affordable things that can be carried in a backpack or bag. And by affordable, I mean $25 or less items. This list also focuses on general care, but leans towards care for chronic pain.

1) Electrolyte Drink Mix - Whether it's Gatorade powder, Liquid IV, Nuun, or something else. Being properly hydrated and having balanced electrolytes can help with various issues. Pick your favorite flavor!

2) Peppermint oil roller/Migrastick - A little self explanatory, if you deal with migraines, it can help a lot.

3) Tiger balm - For pain! But if you have pets, don't let them lick the area covered in Tiger balm! Otherwise, the warming sensation can also be good as a type of grounding technique when you get overwhelmed.

4) Emergency ibuprofen/Tylenol/Benadryl - in case you need it. Doesn't have to be a whole bottle, just a little travel pill case of them.

5) Snacks - Sometimes you just need a little pick me up, sometimes it's to help blood sugar.

And if you can afford it/need it, here are some other suggestions for items to carry!

- Compression items (like gloves)

- Magnesium lotion (or a lotion of your choice)

- earplugs/earbuds/headphones

- Fidget toy/chew item/gum (sometimes that works in place of other stuff)

- Notepad and pen (for communication or note taking)

And that's my quick and dirty guide to a basic public flare kit! I'm sure there are other small, affordable items that others can think of, and each person has different needs. If you figure something out better for yourself, please share!

[starleska]

starrrr, i beg of you please give us more spot x reader content for us starving and possibly thirsty spot simps (´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

bless you anon, for flying a flag for all of us fans of The Spot who are unrepentantly horny and have no idea what to do with it 😂💖 of course, i'd be happy to oblige 😉 i'm quite torn between more pleasant spicy x Reader scenarios and the darker, yandere stuff...so let's have a bit of a mix, eh?

18+ below the cut!!! cws for sex, masturbation, BDSM, choking, humiliation, and weird sexy portal-hole shenanigans!

The Spot x Reader NSFW headcanons

⚫ The Spot is a very tactile man. before his transformation, The Spot was always the the type of person to be touching things: fidgeting with his fingers and playing with items at his desk. however, despite his self-reported good looks he was quite unlucky in love, and longed to have a partner he could touch and hold and squeeze. when you come along, The Spot just can't keep his hands off you. he's always pressing his body up against you and burying his face into your hair (although he has to be careful not to accidentally push you through his face-hole). more than anything he loves to massage you, and he makes good use of those large, strong hands to make sure every inch of you is pampered and relaxed 😉

⚫ not only is he tactile: The Spot is vocal too. when he presses you up against the wall and holds your arms above your head with a single palm, he mumbles feverish praise into your ear - or, if the mood strikes him, whispers of how filthy you are for wanting him so badly. it's shocking how easily that sweet voice of his can dip into this mean, sinister register which leaves you trembling and unable to look at his 'face' - but he makes you anyway. depending on the act The Spot is always keening or groaning, making sounds that seem like they physically can't be contained by his impossible body. you learn quickly that massaging different spots can produce different sounds - and when you hit one just right, you can even make The Spot scream 🥵

⚫ you bet The Spot knows how to use his holes to his advantage. like any red-blooded scientist, the first thing The Spot thought of following his transformation (once the initial terror wore off) was the sexual possibilities of being able to place your body at multiple angles in space. he first experimented with jacking himself off through a portal, but soon graduated to kinkier situations, like choking himself by tightening a portal around his neck, and stretching the edges of his holes only to find the experience pleasurable. it doesn't take long for The Spot to realise you are turned on by portal sex, and this power goes to his head very quickly. soon you are The Spot's greatest experiment: a "Living subject in transdimensional sexual intercourse," as he calls it. you find yourself spoiled by the pull of those portals, the hands-free bondage he's able to wield with so much ease...and The Spot seems to grow a little more hungry for that power every single day 👀

[cripplecharacters]

What are possible ways an autistic character can recover from a shutdown/meltdown. And how can other characters help them recover without possibly making it worse?

Meltdowns and shutdowns are a possible brain response to overload/overwhelm. That overload comes from not being able to handle stimuli, and that stimuli can be external (like sensory input) or internal (like with emotions), or a combination of both. They're kind of like a fight (meltdown) or freeze (shutdown) fear response.

How an autistic character recovers from a meltdown or shutdown can vary, because what sets people off is different, but also because the cause of the meltdown or shutdown also varies a lot.

For example, once I had a meltdown because there was a helicopter flying very close to my apartment for almost two hours. I was already tired, and the noise was loud and constant and completely out of my control. Ear defenders were not working well. To help me during and after my meltdown, my boyfriend hugged me (because I enjoy physical touch, and especially if it's 'solid' it calms me down, got my weighted blanket for me, and talked to me only when I seemed to respond well. Then he made sure I drank water and got some rest.

These things helped because they generally are already calming to me: pressure, solid physical touch, and affection. But someone who doesn't like physical touch won't have that help them recover.

Universally, though, a meltdown or a shutdown is draining and does not feel good. It can feel a bit relieving, because usually once it's done you feel like you have less tension, but having it doesn't actually feel good – it often feels like completely losing control, and that feels awful. Things that make self-regulation harder, like being tired or frustrated, will make a meltdown a bit more likely, but they also make it harder to recover from one.

Which means that what helps people recover has a couple different elements:

One, that they are no longer in the same situation or environment that caused the shutdown/meltdown, as much as possible. This can mean physically leaving the space, or that a triggering sound is gone, or that a stressor is no longer active. Generally this is part of creating an environment that feels safe, which can often means a space with as little external stimuli as possible at least for the time being. (So quiet, sometimes dark, without asking for a lot.)

Two, that they are doing something that helps them rest and recover. Sometimes this can be a nap, or drinking some water, or having some food, or lying or sitting down as comfortably as possible. If someone's helping, they can say "Hey, I'm here for you,"

Three, that they have or do something that makes them feel good. And just like for non-autistic people, this is the most variable factor of them all. A common one can be pressure, whether that's with a weighted blanket or vest, or with another person like a hug. Having a comfort item or fidget/stim item can help as well. For some people talking can help; for some talking might be difficult or impossible after a meltdown or shutdown.

Four, just straight up time. This can be an hour or three or a whole day. It really varies. Imagine spending a huge amount of mental energy in twenty minutes, on top of being extremely stressed out. Exhausting, right? You might want to take the rest of your day pretty easy to recover.

As to other characters helping, creating a low stimuli environment is a safe bet. A partner, family member, or friend would also likely know what makes your character feel better when they're stressed — a meltdown or shutdown is an extra stress response. They can generally help by staying calm and showing their support.

Hope this helps! :)

– mod sparrow

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

part 3 of #FreeRei (temporary title) with a Rei POV! and I finally get to explore my favourite flavour of Rei Todoroki, completely fucking unhinged and absolutely determined to make it Endeavor's problem

(you can read from the beginning here)

She felt a little silly, practically vibrating with glee over a bit of basic shopping, but it had been so long, even just the feel and sound of the money jingling in her hands was almost nostalgic, like something from a long ago dream. It almost didn't feel real.

The woman behind the counter was tilted back on a tall stool, a braided tendril of dark brown hair streaked with grey lifted a can of coffee to her lips as she flipped through a gossip rag. There were was a photo of two heroes on the cover that Rei vaguely recognised, one with long white ears and one with red wings, she was pretty sure they were both in the top ten, but it was hard to keep up with current hero rankings when she wasn't allowed to watch the news. They were covered in obnoxious yellow text declaring something about a secret relationship, they just looked like friends having coffee together to her.

If only they knew of the scandal sitting right beneath everyone's noses, she wondered what kind of mockery the bright yellow text would make about her husband's misdeeds, had they not been covered up at every turn. Something outrageous and distasteful probably.

'No. 1 Hero or No Good Husband?'

'Flame Hero's Marriage up in Smoke!'

'Endeavor Beats Villains in the Streets and his Wife in the Sheets!'

Rei put her items on the counter and tried to hold back the giddy grin she could feel pulling at her lips, she failed to keep from bouncing on her toes. The woman put her magazine down and shifted her seat back onto all fours, she paused as tired eyes tracked Rei's constant motion.

"Someone's in a good mood this morning." she commented in a husky monotone, her hair grabbing the items to scan them. "What's got you so excited?"

"Oh you know," Rei laughed nervously. "It's just nice to be out of the house, I'm not normally allow- I don't get out much." she clamped her lips shut with an airy little chuckle.

Be careful be careful don't be suspicious don't get caught can't go back can't go back-

"Right," the woman said, gaze flitting over Rei as if looking for something, Rei tugged her sleeve down, making sure her hospital grade quirk cancelling cuff was well hidden beneath her hoodie, the woman's keen eyes tracked the motion before quickly glancing to the side. "He got something to do with that?" she asked, jerking her head toward the window where Touya was pacing back and forth on the phone.

"Oh, no! No no that's just my son, he's a good boy, he's nothing like his- he's just helping me with my shopping!" Rei could feel her legs trembling, she'd barely been out of the hospital for a few hours and she was already fucking everything up, shit she shouldn't have said he was her son shit shit shit.

Won'tgobackwon'tgobackwon'tgoback-

"Alright then," the woman's narrowed eyes shifted back down as she bagged the items, ringing up the total and counting the scattered change Rei's trembling hands dropped onto the counter.

"Sorry, but you're 100¥ short." The woman shrugged, frowning at the bag, a tendril of hair fidgeted with one of her earrings.

"Oh," Touya had scrounged through all of his pockets to gather that change, she was pretty sure it was the last of his money. "Um, you can take out the toothbrush then."

"So just the face masks and hair dye?" the woman asked in a carefully neutral tone, her braids curled over on themselves in the air behind her. "Going for a new look?"

"Haha, yeah I just figured it was time to do something different you know?" Rei tilted her head innocently, putting on her best unassuming polite smile, the one she'd learned could keep the new nurses from checking under her tongue after giving her sedatives at night.

The woman kept staring at the bag as she chewed at the inside of her cheek. Rei could feel sweat beading at her hairline, she glanced around at anything she could potentially use as a weapon should it come to that, she didn't particularly want to bludgeon this woman's head in but-

I won't go back I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't I WON'T-

The woman sighed heavily and pushed the plastic bag toward Rei, the toothbrush still inside.

"I'll overlook the 100¥, if you answer a question for me," she said, eyes locking onto Rei's, her expression sank into something softer, concerned. "If someone comes in here later asking if I've seen a woman with white hair, should I keep my mouth shut?"

Rei's stomach did an odd little swoop, her heart was beating in her throat. "I would... I would be very very grateful if you did." she said in a small, trembling voice.

The woman nodded, her smile melancholy, a braided tendril picked up the bag and dropped it into Rei's hands before going lax against her back, the rest stopped their antsy fidgeting to follow suit. "Good luck girl, stay safe alright?"

Rei's hands and feet tingled as she walked out of the store, as soon as the cool early morning air hit her face she took in a deep and desperate lungful, her chest ached like she couldn't get enough in.

Touya seemed to have finished his phone call as he was simply lounging low on a public bench just outside. His head was tilted back as he stared up at a nearby streetlight, eyebrows furrowed, lost in thought, his pale, almost translucent eyelashes practically glowed under the yellow tinted light. Despite all of his scars his face still looked so... gentle, so unlike Natsuo who'd inherited Enji's squared jaw and broad shoulders, Touya was all soft edges and elegant curves.

He looks like me.

The thought lightened her chest and her breathing slowed back down to a regular pace. A different emotion climbed up her throat, something warm and pleasant, this was her son, all grown up. Even after everything Enji had done, after he tried to mould Touya into a monster like him, after he left her baby boy to burn alive alone on that mountaintop, he was here, right in front of her, alive.

And he looks like me.

Touya lifted his head, whatever thoughts were ghosting behind his eyes cleared as he stood up and offered her his arm, Rei took it, and they walked out into the early morning, the barest hint of light seeping into the dark sky.

You tried to take him from me but he isn't yours anymore, he's mine mine mine mine and I will rip you apart with my bare hands before I ever let you come between me and my son again Enji I swear it on my breath and my bones I will never let you have him you don't deserve him you don't deserve any of us.

The distant sounds of birds and traffic began to wake the sleeping streets, as the edge of sunlight peeked at them between buildings, Touya pulled one of the medical facemasks from the plastic bag hanging from Rei's wrist and handed it to her. He tugged her dark blue hoodie over her head before the light could catch on the bright white strands of her hair, she always loved seeing her children play at dawn and dusk, especially in the winter, the angled sunshine from the snow making their hair practically glow, they looked almost ethereal, otherworldly.

You were right to be afraid of letting me out, I spent years pretending I wasn't clawing at the walls, fooling the doctors, fooling my own children, but I couldn't fool you, you knew you broke me beyond repair, you knew I wasn't going to forget what I promised you the last time you dared look me in the eye.

Sometimes she would hope that some spirit of light would realise it had left its children down on earth where they didn't belong, she would hope that one day when they played out in the late afternoon they would chase those sunlit snowflakes up up up into the sky, far away from the house that had wrongfully trapped them within its walls, far away from her husband's burning cruelty and blistering neglect, she would hope that when the sun finally set and took its light away from her garden, it would take her children home with it. Some days, the bad days after the fire on Sekoto, she would forget that it was only a daydream, she would sit in the yard with Shouto held up to the sky, and with tears in her eyes she would beg those sunlit snowflakes to take her baby away somewhere safe, to take him to wherever they took Touya.

Mark my fucking words Enji Todoroki I will bathe myself in your blood I will carve your hollow heart from your chest and crush it in my fist as I watch the light die in your eyes and I'm going to laugh and laugh and laugh and LAUGH-

"What's so funny?" Touya smiled gently down at her, his eyes as blue as his father's but utterly void of the terrifying cold indifference that once haunted her daily waking life.

"Oh it's nothing," she assured him, hysterical giggles still fighting their way up her throat, her cheeks ached but she couldn't stop smiling. "I'm just so happy to have you back sweetheart."

Touya was quiet for a few moments, when he finally spoke his voice was thick with something close to melancholy.

"I... yeah... me too."

edit: continued on AO3!