#i hope this is helpful i know its really messy and scattered

[kylejsugarman]

genuinely curious, i’m hoping to go to med school someday but i also struggle with adhd and the idea of having so much time off just to study for step 1 genuinely terrifies me- how did u manage dedicated? any tips??

dedicated as a concept was literally formulated in a lab to attack med students with adhd, im like actually certain of this. like "hey we're going to take away ur routine for several weeks and just have u free study for one of the biggest exams of ur life. Good Luck." it was definitely hard for me but!! if u go to med school, u should have resources at ur school to at least get u started on the right track with planning ur studying and if they dont offer, u ask for them. u say "i am going to have trouble with this. i need help making a plan." what helped me the most was sitting down and literally just writing out exactly what i was going to do for the next 6 weeks. like "i am going to do this set of questions on this particular topic before lunch, im going to audit those questions after lunch." auditing too is really important because u do need to hone in on what ur not good at and focus on getting decent at it. u dont have to be an expert, u just need to identify what u suck at and say "i need to study for this just enough so i can answer most questions abt it correctly". when ur looking down the barrel of step 1, which is testing literally every single body system and every single aspect of medicine, u can't be an expert on everything and trying to do that will literally kill u. hone in on what ur good on so that u can nail all of those questions and get all those points, do questions on the things u truly suck at so u dont miss every single one of those questions, hammer in the topics in between with memorization. i have a genuinely awful memory and that has made med school very hard for me, so i was having to do anki decks (<- anki is a flashcard app, extremely helpful for med school and highly recommended) daily to retain anything. a lot of people love sketchy for memorizing things, but my adhd makes it hard for me to take in the crowded drawings that sketchy uses. u may find it helpful if ur a mind palace kind of learner

honestly just setting up a routine for urself ahead of time and planning what ur going to do each day are some of the most helpful things. dont be afraid to literally write down and post ur schedule on the wall so u cant overlook or forget it. do a ton of practice questions, as many as u can get ur hands on: questions require more mental focus and attention than just trying to read text or watch videos to study and u will get info from them. audit ur questions to see what u consistently get wrong and improve those areas, but dont kill urself doing it. find a memorization technique that works for u and memorize as much as u can. have a google doc where u can write down a fact or answer u keep forgetting and just periodically go through that doc to remind urself. but dont let adhd discourage u from going to med school and tackling dedicated, im like so serious abt that. its scary and i know i complain a lot and ive struggled mightily, but if its ur passion, u will adapt and ur already doing the right thing by asking for help and advice

[mountsmase]

a/n: hi 🫶🏻 this fic was inspired by this concept which was sent in by an anon a couple of weeks ago, for some reason this fic ended up being quite challenging for me to write and I ended up scraping one draft and starting again completely, but I’m so happy with how it’s turned out and it’s definitely a fic that I’m now proud of 🥺 I really hope you enjoy and feedback as always is appreciated 🩷

word count: 5k

genre: smut

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A Helping Hand - MM7

It’s the scratch of Masons beard against your skin that wakes you. His breath tickling over your skin as he scatters kisses along the expanse of your shoulder.

“Morning” he speaks once he notices you stirring, his gruff morning voice causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps.

Your eyes flutter open, taking a few moments to adjust to the morning light and when they do, you find his already focussed on you.

There’s a lazy smile on his lips, his hair a little messy and you can’t help but reach up, brushing your fingers through the soft strands to push it back from where they’ve fallen onto his forehead.

“Good morning” your voice is sleepy as hold your arms open for him, seeking his warmth under the duvet and he doesn’t hesitate to snuggle up to you, his head finding it’s home in the crook of your neck whilst your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“Sleep well?” He murmurs, voice slightly muffled by your skin.

“Yeah, did you?”

He doesn’t respond but you can feel him nodding into your neck, a sigh slipping past his lips when your hand finds the back of his head, fingers scratching over his scalp the way he loves.

You know that you should get up and start your day, the sunlight that’s streaming through the gaps in the curtains an indicator that you’ve probably slept in a little longer than you wanted, but leaving the warmth of the bed is the last thing you want to be doing.

Plus, a little bit of alone time with Mason is exactly what you want right now.

His family are currently visiting from Portsmouth, and as much as you love hosting them, having so many people in the house can definitely get a little bit crazy. Since you moved up to Manchester, their visits have become less frequent, but longer, and they’ve already been staying with you for a couple of days now, planning to stay a few more nights before heading back home.

Family time is so important to you, and you know it is for Mason as well, but quality time is a huge love language of yours, and even though it’s only been a few days, you’ve missed these little moments where it’s just the two of you.

You let out a content sigh, relaxing under him when his hand finds its way under your PJ top, and he doesn’t miss the way you shiver when he presses his lips to your neck.

His fingertips dance over your waist whilst his lips pepper kisses to your skin and you tilt your head back to allow him better access.

The kisses start off as innocent, just presses of his lips to your skin whilst his fingertips trace random patterns over your hip. But they soon turn to more, his lips lingering longer and you hold back a moan when he suctions them over your most sensitive spot, his teeth grazing your skin before soothing the slight sting with his tongue.

Your hands tug on his hair, pulling his head out of your neck and guiding his lips to yours instead. He kisses you back instantly, keeping it soft to start as his lips work over yours, hand moving from your hip to cradle your jaw.

He coaxes your lips open, slipping his tongue inside and you moan into his mouth when it glides against your own, the kiss gradually becoming more heated as he moves further on top of you.

He presses one of his knees between your legs, and you slip them open for him without hesitation, bucking your hips when the new position has his thigh pressing against your clothed centre.

“Mase, we can’t” you whisper, unable to stop your hips from rolling into his and when you feel his hard length pressing into your thigh through his boxers, you want to forget you ever said anything and carry on.

You nearly give into him, sinking into the mattress when he brushes his fingertips along the waist band of your shorts, but the sound of little footsteps running past your bedroom door has you snapping back to reality.

Under other circumstances, you would jump at the opportunity to spend the morning in bed with him, but it’s the thought of getting caught that has you reluctantly rolling away.

You hear a muffled groan behind you when you move away from him and climb out of bed, slipping one of his hoodies on before turning to find him with his face buried in his pillow. You regret leaving him immediately, wanting nothing more than to climb back under those covers, but the rational part of your brain stops you.

“You know we can’t Mase” you huff, walking around to his side of the bed and sitting next to him on the edge of the mattress.

You trail your fingers over his bare shoulders, lightly scratching over his skin in an attempt to get him to look at you.

When he lifts his head from the pillow and gazes up at you with wide eyes and pouted lips, you can’t help but lean down and give him a brief kiss, your lips barely brushing over his before you’re pulling back, way too quick for his liking.

“Do you want any breakfast?” You ask him before standing back up, and he has to stop him self from making a comment about wanting you.

He lets you know that he’ll get something a bit later on, sitting himself up in bed to give you one last kiss before you leave the room. He watches as the door clicks closed behind you, tipping his head back in frustration now that he’s been left alone.

He understands why you don’t want to risk doing anything with other people in the house, because honestly, the thought of getting caught scares the shit out of him too. But, after almost a week of not being able to touch you or love on you how he pleases, he wants nothing more than to go after you and pull you back to bed with him.

His mind is flooded with thoughts as he lays in bed for a while longer, unable to get you out of his head when he climbs out from under the covers and disappears into the en-suite bathroom.

You’re welcomed by a series of ‘good morning’s as you enter the combined living/kitchen space, finding everyone already awake and ready for the day when you walk in wearing one of Mason’s hoodies and a pair of PJ bottoms.

“Morning” you greet them all with a smile, heading into the kitchen to make yourself a drink, and you’re just switching the kettle on when Lewis comes up beside you.

“We were thinking of heading out for a walk in a little bit, you and Mase are obviously welcome to join us if you want to” he tells you, and you lean back against the counter beside him to get a better look out of the window.

You ponder over his question for a moment, noticing that it’s an abnormally sunny day for the middle of winter, and as much as a walk would be nice, some alone time with Mason sounds way more appealing.

You politely decline his offer, letting him know that you’ll stay home before asking if anyone else wants a drink and busying yourself with making them.

Your mind begins swirling with thoughts of what you and Mason could get up to if they’re out for even just an hour, and you scold yourself for thinking those things in front of his family, but you can’t help growing impatient as you wait for them to leave.

You follow them to the door when they’re ready, waving them off before closing it and watching from the window, you make sure they’re past the end of the driveway before you’re heading back upstairs.

You enter your bedroom, expecting to find Mason still in bed where you left him not even ten minuets ago, but you soon notice the sound of running water coming from the en-suite.

Assuming he’s just having a quick shower, you make your way to the bed, quite happy just waiting for him to be finished, but a noise that sounds strangely like a moan catches your attention. You stop in your tracks, waiting for a moment to see if it’s followed by another.

There’s silence for a few seconds, and you’re convinced that you’re just hearing things until another, louder and more clear moan comes from the bathroom.

Its still muffled, barely audible over the sound of the water, but it has heat rushing straight towards your core, mind swirling with thoughts about what exactly he’s doing behind that door.

Your curiosity carries you across the room, hand reaching to push the en-suite door open slightly and you peak your head around the side to find him stood with his back to you in the shower.

Your view is a little obstructed with all of the steam covering the glass, but you can just make out that he has one hand steadying himself against the wall, the other in front of him with the stream of water hitting his chest.

It doesn’t take you long to figure out what he’s doing, his posture tense and the muscles in his arm flexing with every movement of his hand as he pleasures himself, completely unaware of your presence.

You feel yourself flush from head to toe, cheeks blazing as you move yourself further into the steamy bathroom, careful not to catch his attention as you click the door closed behind you.

You’re debating what to do, not knowing whether to leave him be or join him, but your mind is made up when he lets out a groan, followed by a moan of your name which has your tummy doing somersaults.

You rid yourself of your PJs, throwing them in the rough direction of the laundry basket before sliding the shower door open and stepping inside, Mason still unaware of your presence.

Now that you’re in the shower with him, his moans and little whimpers seem louder, clearer and echoing off the tiled walls and they have your legs feeling like jelly as you move towards him.

You approach him slowly, trying your best not to startle him but he still jumps at your touch, halting his movements when he realises he’s be caught.

He slowly starts to relax again when you step closer to him. You run your hands over his back and shoulders, lips following them and drawing a path between his freckles and moles, before landing on the tattoo that sits at the base of his neck.

“You okay?” You finally speak, voice muffled by his skin.

“I, yeah, fuck- I” He stumbles over his words and you watch as he drops his head forward, just about catching his flaming cheeks before he turns his face to hide them from you.

“I’ve got you” you murmur, sliding one of your hands down from his shoulder.

Your fingers brush over his skin, tracing the lines of his Champions League tattoo on their way to his front. You tease your touch over his tummy, smiling to your self when the muscles of his abs flutter under your fingers, before moving to where he needs you most.

His hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, unmoving since you joined him in the shower a few moments ago, and you gently pull at his wrist, moving his hand away and replacing it with your own.

He feels thick and heavy in your palm when you wrap your fingers around his base, the softest yet most sinful whimper slipping past his lips when you twist your hand over his length.

“Fuck,” he curses when you brush your thumb over his tip, spreading the pre cum that’s collected there.

“Feel good, bubba?” You hum against his skin, lips continuing to scatter kisses over the expanse of his back.

“So good, Angel, fuck”

You bring your free hand around to his front, a whimper leaving his lips when you lightly scratch your nails over his tummy.

Needing to hold onto you in some way, he brings his own hand up, lacing his fingers through yours and he squeezes gently.

You continue to work him with your hand, tightening your grip slightly whenever you get closer to his tip, and the whine he lets out when you tease your thumb over his slit has your knees turning weak.

“Please, baby” He whimpers, head tilting to try and catch a glimpse of you over his shoulder.

You nuzzle your nose into his back, hand continuing to torture him with slow strokes.

“What do you need, Mase?” You whisper against his skin, thumb brushing another teasing stroke over his tip and he can only groan in response, “Need you to tell me what you want or I can’t help you, bubs”

You halt your movements when he still doesn’t respond, his hips hips jerking forward in an attempt to get you to move your fist again, but a frustrated sigh slips past his lips when you make no effort to continue.

“You know what I want” His words come out as more of a mumble, but you could hear the attitude laced in them from a mile away and he whines when you squeeze your fist a little tighter around him.

“I need to hear you say it, Mase” you pry,

“Need you, your mouth - fuck - anything, please” He finally manages to get out, hips bucking into your hand when you give one last stroke over his length.

“Not in here”

You lean up, pressing a barely there kiss to his cheek and he whimpers when your touch leaves him, watching in confusion as you reach around his body to turn the shower off before stepping away from him and out of it completely.

Your words take a few moments to sink in, but he quickly follows when he sees you grabbing two towels from the rail, holding one out for him as you rush to dry yourself off.

“W-wait, what about -“

“They’ve gone out” you tell him briefly, cutting him off mid sentence.

There’s still a few droplets of water cascading down his chest when you grow impatient and take the towel from him, discarding it, along with yours, to the side before pulling him through to the bedroom.

“Sit,” you say, gently pushing on his shoulders and he falls onto edge of the mattress, legs spreading apart when you move to settle on the floor between them.

He sighs contentedly, eyes fluttering closed as you run your hands up the insides of his thighs, his muscles jumping under your touch.

“Nuh-uh, eyes on me” you tut, and he sighs, eyes popping opening and locking onto yours.

“Good boy” you mumble, and the praise goes straight to his cock, length twitching when the words leave your lips.

Sliding your hands higher up his thighs, you shuffle forward a little, getting more comfortable between his them and he hisses when your hand wraps around the base of his cock.

“Ready?” You ask him, gazing up at him through your lashes and when he nods, you give him one last stroke before leaning towards him.

You run your tongue along the underside of his length before wrapping your lips around the head, and his deep brown eyes become fixated on yours, his lips parting when you flick your tongue over his tip. The taste of his pre cum coats your tastebuds and you hum around him, watching as he fights to keep his gaze on you.

You continue to tease him, revelling in the whimpers that pour from his lips every time you swipe your tongue over his slit before giving him what he wants.

Relaxing your jaw, you move your mouth further down his length, taking as much of him as you possibly can and he hisses at the sensation of his tip hitting the back if your throat.

“Oh my- fuck, Y/N” the moan of your name has butterflies erupting in your tummy, only spurring you on when you begin to bob your head, hand continuing to work what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Feel good, Masey?” You coo, and he can only nod his head in response, unable to form a coherent sentence when you swirl your tongue around his tip.

The sinful sounds that leave his lips have you rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction when his hand finds the back of your head. His fingers tangle into your hair, massaging over your scalp and you let him guide you, hollowing your cheeks around him when he lowers your mouth down his length.

You let it slide when his head drops back, his eyes squeezing closed when you take him all the way again. The sight of you on your knees and the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock becoming too much for him as he quickly heads towards his release.

“Gonna make me come already, Angel, oh my god” he pants, and he knows he’s done for when your other hand slides up the inside of his thigh, finding his balls.

“Come for me, Mase. I’ve got you” you coo, and with one final flick of your tongue over his tip, he’s cuming into your mouth.

You swallow every last drop, working him through his high until his hips start bucking out of sensitivity. Leaving one last kiss to his tip, you pull away from him, sitting back on your feet and resting your head against his thigh, eyes fluttering closed as you both take a moment to catch your breaths.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, the hand that’s still in your hair gently massages over your scalp and you flutter your eyes open, finding him looking down at you with a soft smile.

His hand moves to cup your jaw, thumb swiping at an escaped drop of his cum before pressing it to your lips and you part them for him, cleaning the drop off his finger when he pushes it into your mouth.

“Come here” he whispers, motioning to his lap.

His hands finds your waist when you stand on wobbly legs, your knees aching from being knelt down for too long, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he helps you lower into his lap, knees either side of him as you straddle his thighs.

“You okay?” He asks, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear and your heart flutters at the simple question.

You nod, leaning into his touch when he cups his hand over your jaw, thumb brushing across the apple of your cheek.

“I’ve missed you” His words are soft, eyes locked on yours.

“I’ve been here the whole time” you whisper, nuzzling further into his touch.

“I know, but I’ve still missed you.” He leans closer towards you as he speaks, “Missed getting to spend time alone with you, missed having you like this” He tells you, close enough now that you can feel his breath fanning over your cheek, his lips brushing yours with every word.

“I’ve missed you too” You rest your forehead against his, hands coming up to hold the back of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

The word is barely past your lips when he presses his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, taking you by surprise for a moment before you regain your composure, melting against him and kissing him back with just as much vigour.

His lips work in perfect sync against yours, his arms wrapping securely around your waist to pull you further into his lap and he hums into the kiss when you roll your hips over his.

Your hands find his shoulders, holding hard enough that you’re sure you’ll find little crescent shaped marks there later, but that’s the least of your concerns when his hand gravitates up your front. His warm palm cups over your boob, thumb stroking over your nipple and the feel of him toying with the hardened nub has you gasping into his mouth.

He takes the opportunity to coax his tongue between your lips, slipping it into your mouth and brushing it against yours in slow, unhurried strokes. One of your hands moves to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair and scratching your nails over his scalp and the way he groans into your mouth has heat heading south to your already dripping core.

You reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, whimpering when his teeth tug on your bottom lip.

“Fuck, Mase, I need you”

“You’ve got me, Angel” he mutters, drawing kisses over your jaw before dropping his head into your neck.

You sigh on top of him when he trails kisses from your shoulder to below your ear, grazing his teeth over your delicate skin and the scratch of his beard has your back arching, grip tightening in his hair when he pays attention to your most sensitive spot. He nips at the skin, lips suctioning over it and you have to remind yourself to stop him, tugging on his hair and moving his lips away to prevent a bruise forming there later.

Your lips find his again, this time a lot softer as he slides his hand down between your bodies. His warm palm cups over your centre, a faint moan leaving your lips and a groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your wetness coating his fingers.

“Fuck, angel, you’re dripping for me” he speaks against your lips and you buck into his hand, whimpering when he nudges a single finger between your folds.

“Need to feel you, Mase”

“Yeah?” He coos, and you hum in confirmation, growing more impatient by the second.

His lips come back to your neck and you take the brief moment where he’s distracted to reach down, taking his length in your hand to find him hard again as you give him a single pump. You wiggle around a little, rising on your knees to try and find a comfortable position.

It takes him a second to process what you’re doing, but he stops you with a hand on your hip before you get a chance to line him up with your entrance.

“What about y-“ he speaks, but you cut him off with another peck to his lips, shuffling in his lap and he whimpers when his length brushes against the inside of your thigh.

“Later” you reassure him, and you smile softly at the pout that forms on his lips.

You know that he probably wants nothing more than to have his head buried between your thighs right now, always so eager to make you feel good, and you’d no doubt love that too, but you know that you’re working with limited time and you’re aching to feel him inside of you.

“Promise?” He holds his hand up between your bodies, pinky sticking out towards you.

You stifle a giggle, shaking your head at him in disbelief, but you quickly link your pinky with his none the less and he leans forward to peck your lips once more.

“Are you ready?” He asks you, lips trailing over your cheek.

“Yeah”

You line him up with your entrance, bracing your hands on his shoulders and you both moan in unison when you lower yourself onto him, his tip nudging past your folds.

His hand finds your hip, thumb rubbing over your skin in soothing circles as you sink down on him, head falling into his neck and eyes fluttering closed when you take him all the way.

“Take your time, love” he hums and you give yourself a moment to adjust to him, brushing your lips over his skin until he’s cupping your cheek and pulling your head back from his neck.

You meet his eyes, the dark brown orbs staring right back at you and you swear you can see his pupils dilate, with your flushed cheeks and messy hair, lips parted and swollen, the sight of you on top of him is one he wants to remember forever.

“You okay?” He asks, thumb brushing over your lips and you nod, sending him a warm smile before slowly lifting yourself until only his tip is left inside of you.

You sink back down, moaning at the feeling of him nestled inside of you, able to feel every inch of him as you repeat the action.

“Fuck, taking me so well Angel” he drawls, and your whole body lights up at the praise.

You pick up your pace slightly, bouncing on top of him and his hands never leave your hips as he helps guide you, letting you take it at your own pace until you’re reluctantly slowing down, legs starting to feel tired.

“M-Mase” you whimper into his neck, falling limp on top of him and opting to roll your hips over his.

“I’ve got you, Angel” he whispers, lips finding your temple before he’s pulling you off of him slowly.

He takes a hold of your hips gently, lowering you to the mattress and he watches as you relax back into the sheets, head falling to the pillows as your hair spreads around you like a halo.

He parts your thighs before crawling in between them and settling his body on top of yours.

Resting his body weight on one arm, he reaches down with the other and you feel his warm palm slide up the back if your thigh, giving your bum a playful slap before hooking your leg over his waist.

“Sorry” you speak, voice quiet and small and he hates the pout that forms on your lips.

“Don’t be silly bubba, it’s okay” he whispers, lips brushing over yours.

You send him a soft smile, eyes locking onto his when he lines himself back up with your entrance. The new angle has him hitting deeper, your back arching off the mattress when he buries himself to the hilt inside of you and your moans mingle between you when he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

He keeps his pace slow, resting his forehead against yours as he thrusts inside of you and his tip brushes that spot that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Mase. Feels so good” you breath, one hand finding the back of his neck and when he notices the other clutching at the sheets, he takes it in his own, lacing his fingers with yours and holding them up beside your head.

He hooks his other arm around your waist, holding you closer to him and he hits that special spot inside of you with every thrust of his hips.

“I love you so fucking much” he growls against your lips, punctuating each word with a kiss and when you meet his eyes, they’re already gazing back at you, shining with adoration and a range of similar emotions.

“I love you too, holy shit” your voice is breathless and you send him a soft smile, sliding your hand up from his neck to the back of his head, pulling him down to place a series of pecks to his lips.

Your heart thuds at the way his eyes lock on yours. The chocolatey orbs shining with so much love as he pounds into you, able to feel every inch of him as he rolls his hips.

“Are you close?” He looks down to where your bodies meet, the way you’re clenching around him a tell tale sign that your orgasm is nearing, “Taking me so well, baby”

“Y-yes! Mase, fuck, gonna cum” you sob, eyes fluttering closed when he buries himself to the hilt inside of you.

“F-fuck” he stutters, thrusts faltering when your walls flutter around him, his own orgasm fast approaching.

“I’m there with you, angel. Let go for me” he rasps, and it only has one last push of his hips to have you toppling over the edge with a cry of his name.

Your high is overwhelming, pleasure overcoming your senses as your back arches off the mattress, pressing impossibly closer to him.

He isn’t far behind you, a moan of your name muffled into your neck when his own orgasm hits him, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him sending him toppling over the edge and he slumps on top of you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he works you both through your highs. His fingers still brushing over your clit until your bucking your hips from the sensitivity.

Your hand finds the back of his head when his thrusts slow, scratching your nails over his scalp when his body goes limp on top of yours, well and truly spent from his orgasm.

He keeps himself buried inside of you, laying in a comfortable silence with his head pressed into your neck whilst you catch your breaths and steady your heartbeats.

After a while, he moves to pull out of you slowly, littering kisses over your forehead when he notices you wincing from the sensitivity, before flopping down on to the bed beside you.

Getting himself comfy on his back, he opens his arms for you, letting you crawl into them and settle against his chest and his arms wrap around you securely, caging you to his body.

You stay laying like that for a while, enjoying the comfort and warmth of his body wrapped around yours. He has one hand on your thigh, massaging the sore muscles and the other tracing patterns over your shoulder until he’s shuffling around slightly to look down at you.

“How about another shower?” There’s a cheeky smile on his lips when you tilt your head to look up at him, “I still owe you an orgasm”

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I hope you enjoyed 🤭

[daisynik7]

Hey darling, I hope you are doing fine. could you please do something disgustingly fluffy with Eren after he fucked all the negativity and sadness out of reader (me)?

Thank you.

cw: smut, fluff, established relationship

Notes: Hi Ichi! Sending you lots and lots of love, hope you’re doing well too! Thanks for this request, I adore fluffy Eren (especially after sex LOL). I kept the smut a little short on this one and focused more on the fluff. I really hope you like it! 

Today was awful. The energy has been drained completely out of you. The last thing you want to do when you get home is to think. And that’s why you love having a boyfriend who takes all your stress away, for both your benefit and his.

As soon as you step through the front door, dropping your bag with a loud thump on the floor, Eren knows instantly what he needs to do. He chuckles to himself at the kitchen counter, prepping ingredients for dinner. After you kick your shoes off, you collapse onto the couch, groaning. He steps towards you, abandoning his half-cut vegetables, kissing you on the cheek. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” you respond, nuzzling your nose to him. 

He smiles. “I’ll take care of you then.”

Soon, the both of you are naked on the couch, your thighs straddling his lap, his grip on your hips, bouncing you on his cock. The feeling of him inside you, his fingers and lips all over your skin, is enough to recharge you, bringing you back to life. You’re like putty in his hands, molding to his every touch, moaning into his neck. He laughs softly, breath warm on your ear, massaging your back. “Don’t think, okay? Just enjoy it, baby. Let me do all the work.”

Hands squeezing your ass in a firm grasp, he thrusts into you, fucking your sweet spot until you orgasm together. You’re absolutely exhausted now, but relaxed. All the tension you brought home from work has melted away thanks to him. He cradles your pliant body in his arms, scattering delicate kisses across your shoulders. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You head into the bedroom, where you sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for him to run the bath. When it’s ready, he returns to you, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, leading you into the bathroom. The two of you carefully sit in the bath, him surrounding you in a cozy embrace as you sink into him, back against his chest. He holds you like this for a moment, enjoying the serenity of your peaceful breathing and the quiet drip of water from the faucet. He wants nothing more than to take care of you, make you feel at ease. 

When it begins to get cold, he hoists you up, helping you out of the tub, reaching for the nearest towel to wrap around you. He laughs when your teeth chatter from the temperature difference, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm you. Dried off and in your favorite pajamas, the two of you head back into the kitchen to cook the dinner Eren had already started. As you eat the delicious meal, Eren talks, avoiding any mentions of work because he knows it’s a sore topic for you. He’s an expert at rambling about a certain topic in such detail, always explaining it with enthusiasm, enough to keep you hanging on his every word. You can’t even remember exactly what it is you were so angry about earlier today.

After dinner, he suggests that the two of you bake a batch of cookies, to which you of course agree to. He connects to the speaker, playing songs that remind you of your life together, from then until now. Eren’s always a messy baker; spilling chocolate chips all over the counter, flour somehow finding its way on his nose, cheeks, and hair. He feeds you a spoonful of cookie dough before taking a taste for himself. With the cookies in the oven and the timer set, he twirls you around the kitchen, dancing to the upbeat music blasting through the stereo. When a slow song comes on, the one that was playing the first time he said, “I love you” years ago, he wraps you in his arms, swaying to the melody. 

Later in the night, body nourished with good food and Eren’s love, you snuggle in bed, sitting up against the headboard. He reads aloud a chapter of the romance novel you’re currently reading, trying to contain his giggling as he acts out the spicy dialogue. At the end, he turns to you, ready to start the next, only to catch you asleep on his shoulder. Smiling, he closes the book and places it on the nightstand, shutting off the lamp. He lays you down, head on the pillow, and tucks you under the covers, kissing you on the forehead. “I love you, beautiful. Goodnight.”

[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right? (part four)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: getting to know wanda and natasha must be wonderful, right?

warnings: swearing, bad flirting once again, hints of sexual themes

word count: 2.4k

an: hi! hello! im back, hopefully my wifi will work forever from now on. thank youuuu for all of your support, i love you guys so much!!! so sweet!  💞 💕 💞 

(italica = your thoughts)

In the last three days you checked your phone like nine billion times, still nothing. Being frustrated is a weak word to use in this situation. You were furious, screen time on your phone went up by 89% as it almost hit the number of 13 hours per day. You could make a bet that you´ve seen every Instagram post, every latest information on twitter, in the second it was posted.

I am going to die, I swear. Did I just get ghosted again? Again?  

You let out a big sigh, looking around your room makes you go back to reality as you notice the mess. Not just in your head, but also everywhere around your camp spot, for the past days. Seeing this doesn’t make you very happy, but you're really not in the mood to clean up this bomb situation.

Your phone buzzes.

Every thought bothered by the junk in your living room is now out of your mind at the same speed as it came in. Jumping for your phone wasn’t the smartest idea as you stab yourself with something, you grab it.

What the fuck? A fork?  

The fork is being thrown away, landing somewhere between your box from take-out and dirty sleeping shirt.  

Your phone buzzes again.

Finally, you took it and looked at your messages. Your eyes quickly scan who texted you. It´s Natasha.

Oh my god! It´s her! Yes! Celebrations!

You smiled to yourself as you did something like a cheerful winning dance. Knowing you´re alone, you went fully in with that dance moves. Clicking on the message so you can get some satisfaction makes your heart skips a beat.

Natasha🔥

<12:49>

Hey sweetheart! We´re at town, would be okay if we came to yours for a bit?  

<12:50>

To talk of course 😉

Your cheeks immediately turn to a shade of pink. The heat makes you take off your hoodie, but it does not help at all, you stand up and start to walk around the messy room, dodging everything that lies on the floor. Looking back at the phone, your fingers quickly type your agreement.

They did not ghost me, nice.  

Your phone buzzes one more time.

Natasha🔥

<12:55>

20 minutes and we will be there! xx

You look around and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth. Typing quick “okay” as a reply must be enough, your brain can't type more than that as you're already smiling. Only happy thoughts in your head, the two gorgeous women are actually sent from heaven. Sitting back on the couch did not last long, you got back up as you noticed that the mess was still everywhere, and you had 20 minutes to clean it.

Shit.

You cursed yourself for being gay mess, literally. Being the clumsy you, it took you seven slip ups on your own clothes and three times spilling the same coffee cup to understand that you have zero chance of cleaning this in time.  

Okay, come (Y/N), you’ve got this.

You look at the floor where the spilled coffee is slowly rolling to you.

Maybe I don’t.  

The more you look around the more you feel trapped, the chaos on the ground surrounds you. You don´t even know where most of the things came from. Papers and books are scattered across the coffee table, empty snack wrappers the floor, and a pile of laundry has found its way onto the couch as well as on the ground, chair and somehow even on the kitchen counter. Taking off your rings sounds like a good first step.

Sigh.

Determined, you grab an old towel and luckily you find a bucket, so you fill it with soapy water, ready to clean it all. As you kneel, you can't help but wince at the sticky sensation as your hands encounter the wet mess. You start scrubbing aggressively, hoping to remove every trace of the many accidents. But the coffee spill is just the beginning. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for the next task. You spot the papers first, and you quickly gather them up, trying to sort them into some order.

Burger king coupon? Where did i even get this?

You aim it from a distance, thinking you won't need to take the extra five steps to actually put it in the trashcan. Unexpectedly, your aim is much better than you thought it was possible. You grin with pride, quickly forgetting that you have work to do.

Okay, what´s next? Oh.

Rushing to the couch, you scoop up the pile of laundry, quickly folding and stacking them in a corner. It's not perfect, but it will have to do for now. Time ticks away, urging you to keep moving. The once cluttered floor now starts to regain its sense of space, giving you a glimmer of hope that you might finish in time.

But the clock continues to tick faster and faster, and there's still work to be done. You dart around the room, dusting off surfaces, straightening cushions, and rearranging misplaced items. Your hands move swiftly, almost instinctively, as you strive to restore order to your living room.

It doesn't look that bad. It looks like my old apartment... kinda-ish.

It's not perfect, but it's significantly improved. The spilled coffee has faded, the papers are neatly stacked, and the floor is no longer a minefield of wrappers and clothes. You take a moment to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Quickly running to the bathroom, you take the first perfume and spray it in the living room. Breathing faster than you should you start coughing at the way too sweet perfume hitting your nose.

With only moments to spare, you make a final sprint to the front door, checking your appearance in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself for your angel's arrival, hoping that they will see it as a normal apartment, despite the recent chaos that had occupied you and your living room.

Ding ding.

Oh my god, they are here! Okay, it´s happening. Everybody stay calm. Everybody stay calm down! Haha, office reference.

You giggle at your own thoughts as you peak at yourself one more time in the mirror, winking at yourself.

That was cringe.

You shake your head a little bit, trying to gain confidence you once definitely had somewhere. Quickly opening the door was one way ticket to gay panic once again. Your heart skips a beat as you take in their presence. Natasha, with her confident stance and piercing gaze, smiles as you open the door.  

Beside her stands Wanda, radiating an otherworldly aura. Her expressive eyes hold a mixture of sweetness and authority at the same time.

Speechless for a moment, you find yourself in the presence of two ladies who probably have the superpower of looking heavenly in any circumstances. The gravity of their presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel hotter than from the world record cleaning you did just a minutes ago.

“Hello, pretty girl.” red head said.

“Hi! Hello, welcome!” You move to the side so they both can enter your apartment.

Welcome? What am I? A bellboy or something?

Closing the door, you let out a big sigh, trying to get your brain cells together to work as a team.

They both walk in, looking around the place you're living in. Trying to take small details about you, Wanda immediately looks at the pictures you have on the wall. Bunch of meaningfull and meaningless pictures together.

“Aww you look very cute here, is this your dog?” Wanda asks with a wide smile as she turns to look at you for a second and then she looks back on the pictures.

“Uh no, that was... Uh my friend´s dog.” You stutter a little bit, that caused Natasha to look at you straight away.

“Friend´s?” She comes closer to you. “I don’t like lying, sweetheart, do you love?” She tilts her head, and her beautiful eyes look at her girlfriend.  

“Nope.” Wanda smirks already knowing what´s about to come, but still pays more attention to the pictures.

Natasha's eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and observant. Swallowing hard was another indicator for the older woman that you're not telling the whole truth.

“Technically it´s not a lie.” Your eyes squint a little bit.

Hearing Wanda let out a very adorable chuckle didn’t help you at all. But you don’t dare to look at her, you're still fixated on Natasha, who is watching you like a mother who is waiting for your explanation after being at a parent - teacher meeting.

“But practically we were uh more than friends...” you squint your eyes even more, biting the inside of your cheek as a replacement of fidgeting with your rings as you took them off while you were cleaning.  

“You were?” She was playing with you, it was obvious, you knew it right away. Simply nodding wasn’t the answer here, but you suddenly lost your voice. It was like she caught it and with her big, muscular fist and didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.  

You clear your throat, hoping it would give you few milliseconds to think of an answer.

“That´s why the picture is ripped. He was uh also there, but I cut him off. I love his dog thought.” You try to laugh it off, but Natasha maintains the same face expression. “I call it my straight era.” another joke that actually worked this time. 

All of you laughed at that statement.

Bingo. Mrs. Joker is back in the game. Oh gosh. Cringe, extra cringe. Calm down. Please and thank you.

“We all had that era.” Natasha added, while Wanda came back and nodded.

“I get it though, that dog is very cute.” she chuckled.

You smile at Wanda but hearing Natasha´s comment made you turn back to her.

“Oh, you did? Tell me more!” You smirked looking at Natasha, hoping she will tell you something about her “straight era”. “Pretty please!”  

“Aw you have such a nice manners, darling. Okay, alright.” Natasha giggles. Wanda was already sitting down as she almost broke your arm dragging you with her as well. She pulled you towards her, so you were sitting on her lap.

“Oh... um I-” you blushed already feeling the warm feeling in your stomach.

“We need to train this a little, baby, you're just sitting in my lap now, can you imagine other things? You would explode.” Wanda winked at you, wrapping her hand around you, squeezing you a little tighter. As Natasha finally sits next to you on the couch, watching your interaction with Wanda.

After two hours of talking from your first boyfriends to your favorite episode of Scooby-Doo, you figure out both of them are not so different from you. Maybe Natasha owning a big motorcycle company and Wanda owning architectural corporation makes them richer than you, but besides that. You three are pretty similar. You have lots of things in common, reading, watching movies and shows, cooking, going on walks, cuddling.  

Wanda and you were having the longest conversation about why Emily Dickinson is the best poet, while Natasha only knew she was very fruity and wrote a poetry, but she was admiring how you and her girlfriend were understanding each other so effortlessly without speaking like a normal human being. When the new topic finally came in, Natasha took the lead and asked you a bunch of questions about your favorite music. When she showed her playlist, you had to let out a big laugh.

“Taylor Swift, really?” you look at her, while you shift at Wandas lap to get a better look at her playlist.

“What? I don’t look like a Swiftie?” She acted like she was hurt by your words.

“Uh, no?” you laugh even more. “You look like a Nirvana kind of guy, Blink 182, Pink Floyd, but not a Swiftie, no.” you admit.

“When we started seeing each other I told her I like Taylor Swift, since then she is listening to her non-stop.” Wanda explained.

“See? That makes sense. Wanda...” you nod towards her “the ray of sunshine is a Swiftie and it make so much sense.”  

“So just because I wear black that means I can't listen to Taylor?” She fights playfully back.

“I didn’t say you can't, I just meant that you... a motorcycle company owner who wears leather even as a pj´s won't just play Shake It Off in her shop.” you try to make your point.

“True. Because I think Shake It Off is a song that gets too much credit, just because it´s a simple pop. But something like Eyes open or Better Than Revenge would be great to play in there.” she smiles “Also I don’t think people would mind if I played anything like Lover, because sometimes you much rather hear a song that speaks to you, other than something that just sounds okay and has a lots of drums in it.” she finishes you off.

You don’t say anything at all, you just nod.

“It was your game and you still lost, baby.” Wanda teases you a bit.

“Okay, fine. Fair points, you won.” Even though you don’t want to, you admit it.

“Like I always do.” She moves closer and kisses your cheek.

You tense in Wanda´s arms.

“Relax, detka. We got you.” Wanda whispers in your ear, slowly moving her hands to your stomach as Natasha comes closer to you.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Relax, baby.” Natasha finally connects your lips together as she makes your mind empty. The gentle pressure of her lips against yours sparks a surge of warmth. Her touch evokes a tingly sensation that makes your heart skip a beat. The warmth and softness of her touch imprint upon your senses, etching a memory that you know will linger long after the kiss is over. But for now, her lips are in the perfect place, on yours. If this wasn’t enough, you feel other lips on your neck. As Wanda´s lips trail along your neck, a shiver dances down your spine, electrifying every inch of your being. The gentle press and release of the younger woman kisses unleash pleasure and vulnerability at the same time, leaving a mark, both physical and emotional on your neck. 

Your brain is now overtaken by these two goddesses, leaving it empty as the first time you saw them.

That empty you don’t even realize that they didn’t need you to text them your address to find out where you live.

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

Couldn't Sleep

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, its mostly fluff with a little angst 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N couldn't go to sleep so she goes down to the kitchen hoping to find something to lull her to sleep but who else would she find other than Lockwood himself 💖💖💖

A/N: I really hope you guys like it, for some reason this was a little harder :') 💖💖💖 Also sorry if the updates are slow :') 💖💖💖

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Sometime she hated her job. The long hours, the working at night and the chance that she might die every night. Fortunately for Y/N this was not one of those nights, yet she still turned over in her sheets for the fiftieth time. She tossed the blanket off into a crumpled heap on the floor and stumbled as she made her way down the stairs. She blinked in confusion at the yellow glow that painted the walls of the hallway.

“Hello”, he grinned, tilting his head up to look at her. The mug next to him had gone cold far too long ago but he took a sip out of it, grimacing at the chill that it brought.

Her lips curled up at him, “Hi”. Wrapping her fingers around the warm silver handle, she poured out a mug of tea for herself. Taking a deep breath in she sighed, bergamot, lemon and lavender.

"Couldn't sleep ?", he asked.

"Mmm", she took a careful sip from the edge of the mug. Watching him closely, she noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the papers scattered haphazardly around the table. He seemed to be yawning every few minutes. "Did you even try to go to sleep ?", she wondered out loud.

He ran a hand through his hair, the ends sticking up in a disordered manner, "I um- I- Er no".

"Lockwood", she groaned. She brought a hand to rest on her hip, giving him a pointed look.

He turned his eyes back to the papers, shuffling them around unconsciously, muttering to himself, "Money is really tight right now, and I really need this job to pull through".

"I know but we need you at your best", she sighed, taking the seat next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "And you need to rest to do that".

"Yes but-", he began, a half-hearted attempt, even he knew it.

She retorted, "But what".

He pushed the chair back, standing up as he paced in a circle, "I just- I need- We need this". He stuck his head into his hands, throwing himself back into his seat.

She bit her lip, it wasn't her intention to overwhelm him, but she worried, she couldn't help it. "I know, but I- I need you", she whispered, so softly, threading her fingers with his, tracing shapes with her thumb. His head rose, sharing a smile with her. Not his signature smirk, something more genuine, and a warmth bloomed in her chest.

"So, don't go dying on me, alright", she laughed, pulling him to his feet and leading him up the stairs.

He chuckled, "Alright", the messy, out-of-place papers and mugs of cold tea long-forgotten.

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She stood slightly out of his door, with just the smallest part of her foot in the room, eyeing him as he leaned on the doorway. They were practically centimetres apart but he didn't seem to notice, so she pressed her lips together, "Alright, I guess I'll see you in the morning then".

She was almost at the edge of the stairs, when he called out, careful not to be too loud in fear that he would wake the others, "Wait I- Will you stay with me".

"Um, sure", she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but her heart pounded in her chest. She could only hope he wouldn't notice.

They lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a respectable distance between them. She drummed her fingers against the blanket, feeling very awake now and unsure as to what to say or do now. Her thoughts were soon interrupted, "You can come closer you know ?".

"Oh- sorry", she wasn't able to stop the heat that rose to her face, they moved closer to the point where they were almost tangled in each other.

He turned to look at her, "Y/N ?"

"Mmm ?", she nodded, adamant not to look at him, but the feeling of his eyes on her became too much to bear. She twisted herself to face him and she was only too aware of how close they were.

He glanced up at the ceiling, before bringing his eyes to hers again. Letting out a breath, he placed his hand over hers, "Thank you, for-".

"Always", she smiled, finally feeling the pull of sleep and she closed her eyes contented.

[corrie-zodori]

what's sote? pls rant, go off rabid queen.

SLIDES EVERYTHING OFF THE TABLE AND SLAMS MY HANDS DOWN ON THE DESK I am normal I am okay I am good ahem SOTE Stands for "Spark of the Eye" which is the name of the story I'm currently sinking my teeth into! I am currently still developing it and there's a few things that need changing, solidifying, etc. before I'm ready to start proper work on it BUT I hope to turn it into a webcomic someday!! If you have seen these three dudes, these are the main characters of the story! Sorry for the awkward crops LOL

They have been utterly rotating in my brain for months and the more I develop them and their stories the worse it gets. Please send help (More under the cut!)

It's a project I started I think about 2 years ago now, officially, and it's already been completely overhauled from its original story. I don't wanna spoil it more than I do already with vague art things I make in a "I have many emotions and must get them out of me" stupor BUT it has the following things in it: - Cute fuzzy aliens (and some not so cute and/or fuzzy) - SPACE (and space travel! It's a sci-fi setting!) - Eldritch cosmic horror - Hot villains (Because I can. Might be just a personal opinion :^) ) - LGBTQIA+ (none of the main chars are straight...) - At least one(1) cheeseburger - Size difference shenanigans (one of the main characters is literally 14 feet tall... and the others are quite smol) - And it does have heavier themes of existentialism, trauma, messy relationships, identity, abuse, self reflection and introspection, exploration of healing/coping, and more. So if this isn't your cup of tea, do be aware (when I do get around to making and posting the comic.) The story is not a tragedy, I will say outright. I don't do well with them, most of the time, but it might get heavy at times. I want to do this story justice, but I know it won't ever be perfect, but I'm trying to find a good balance between "I want to bring this to life because its important to ME and its SO self indulgent" and "I want this to be enjoyable for the people who read it too." At the end of the day, I have to trust in myself. Not everyone will like it, and I know it won't be everyone's cup of tea. But I do hope that some people will, and I love working with these characters and their stories and they mean a whole lot to me. ^^ I just want to have a good time and I want other people to as well! Ty for enabling me to gush about them a little bit, even if I have to be a bit vaugue, it means... a TON really, I've been ITCHING for an excuse to talk about them but never know how to break the ice. I've found the best way is to just throw them out into the open like scattered birdseed and see who is curious!! I'd be happy to talk about them more if anyone has any specific questions, if I can answer ofc!

[defectivehero]

setting

Setting the scene is one of the best tools a writer can have, as it allows for the reader to truly feel immersed in the story. But... how can an author set the scene? Is there a foolproof way to immerse the reader? (hint: the answer is no, lol.) Here are some things that help me build background and establish the setting. [as always, there’s no pressure to use any of these tips; writing is a unique process and there’s no “one size fits all” formula for it.]

Ordinary does not have to equal boring. Sometimes, it can be hard to escape the pressure of an interesting, entirely unique setting to provoke a reader’s interest. However, it can be hard to fulfill lofty expectations like those! Furthermore, there is absolutely nothing wrong with ordinary settings. In fact, embracing normality can really enhance a story. Office buildings, schools, grocery stores, gas stations... All of these places may seem ordinary, but that doesn’t mean they're uneventful. In fact, each place comes with its own unique challenges and occurrences, which is really useful for writing! Mundane activities such as purchasing groceries, walking out of a movie theater, and visiting a library for books can all create additional outlets for interaction and occurrence. 

Look to the details. This one is pretty self explanatory and probably something everyone already knew, but I figure it can’t be overstressed. The details really do make a difference! Little things like the way an office worker’s desk looks can reveal a lot about their character. For example, is their workspace cluttered with scattered papers? Or perhaps it’s pristine and looks nearly untouched? Those kinds of mundane things can be utilized to further establish your character’s desires, motivations, personality, etc.! Exploring a character in small, seemingly unimportant ways is pretty enjoyable and a fun exercise to further develop your character-building abilities.  

Utilize weather and climate conditions to add effect. This is another simple way to add some character to a scene! Weather can add symbolism—if a character is feeling melancholy, it may appear gloomy outside—but it can also simply add more detail and further flesh out the scene. Even better, the scene doesn't even have to occur outside! Weather conditions can still be noticeable from inside a building—think of the sound of precipitation, the presence/absence of sunlight, and the way light reflects off of different surfaces!

Embrace change. Sometimes, a story necessitates a return to a setting that already has been introduced. In these moments, it can be helpful to think of any potential changes that may have occurred since the last time the setting was visited. This can manifest in large-scale ways—such as a banker returning to their place of work, only to find that the building has caught fire and is now just a pile of rubble—or small-scale ways—think of a graduated student returning to their elementary school, only to find that it feels much smaller. Simple things can represent far bigger elements of a story—for example, a missing chair can represent a person’s death or foreshadow their future absence... a previously tidied area turning messy can hint at a future conflict... After all, most settings do not remain entirely unchanged. As people come and go, things are left behind, objects are moved/altered, and more!

Think about noise. Different settings will come with different levels of noise, which can also affect character interactions and conversations. If the characters are standing in a library, their voices may shift to hushed whispers. If there’s potential for eavesdropping (aka they're in a public space), there may be different gestures and means of communication. 

©2023, @defectivehero | @defectivevillain, All Rights Reserved. 

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what do you think sevika likes ? idk if its a kink or position but im curious, and vice versa? ill take whatever you give me

I think if you're asking the things Sevika VS you would enjoy doing the most, then i can use my shitty brain and guess. sorry for taking so long to reply to this, I had to take a literal break because my brain was just, poof & my dog is sick so i was taking care of him... i hope this is what you wanted <3 i didn't list all, just some, but anyway <3

───── SEVIKA

Edging. I think this is a no brainer. I happen to think Sevika really enjoys watching you on the verge of an orgasm, but also finds enjoyment on knowing how and when to control it. She knows you're close, but pushes the right buttons and knows exactly how to make it all stop. She knows your body well (more than you do) and she knows when you need to cum. I also think the little pretty sounds and faces you make turn her on even more. "Yeah? you need to cum? hm, not yet Sweetheart, i haven't had all my fun yet. Maybe if you're good, you can cum soon"

Tribbing. I think this makes her so horny. Just feeling your soaked cunt grind against hers is enough to send her in a spiral. Feeling, hearing and seeing how wet you are because of her, makes her mind go wild to the point she's rough, gentle and overall a fucking mess. Also, having your tits bouncing up and down ???? she's practically drooling as she looks down at you. "God, look at you. Don't you look so fucking hot and messy like this? Love feeling you like this against me, Sweetheart. Love the sounds you make when i grind against your cunt"

Spanking. It's self explanatory. She gets off on seeing how much of a mess you are, and if you're riding her, she loves to squeeze and slap your ass. Seeing the light red hand prints scattered on your pretty skin? yeah she's obsessed with it. Lightly spanking your cunt when you're misbehaving? sure, she's going to do it. She enjoys watching the way your body trembles and shakes in her lap, begging for more when she does it. "Awh, does my Sweetheart like that? yeah? having your cunt slapped when you've been bad and you're just being impatient?"

Mocking. She likes loves mocking you. It's something she really enjoys, not in a bad way. She knows it makes you more of a mess than you already are. Sevika will mock you when you beg to cum, she's mocking you when you ask for more. She will even go to the point of mocking you when you're damn near sobbing into her neck when she fucks you harder. "Awh you want more baby? don't think you can handle that. You know i can't keep my hands off you and you're sobbing for more is making it harder to be slow. Oh, you want to cum? how sad, no"

───── YOU

Edging. Like Sevika, there was nothing more you loved than edging the poor woman. When she's needy, she doesn't care what you do, but she somehow forgets how cruel you are sometimes. You don't care if your knuckle deep in her cunt, if you can feel her on the edge, you're stopping and she's sobbing and begging you to stop teasing her. "Baby, im sorry.. please, please just let me cum.. i've been so good for you, baby please.." But you just can't help yourself, you love seeing a flustered, needy, sobbing Sevika.

Hair pulling. God, you loved her hair. Sometimes, you're not sure how it happened. Only started off as a joke at the start, but the more you start tugging and pulling her hair, with your strap buried deep inside her, it makes her more needy. Gentle tugs usually make her whine, but hard tugs? she's dripping, soaked for you to pull harder, fuck her rougher. "You like that huh? and you say im a dirty girl, look at you. You're fucking soaked just from me pulling your hair Vika"

Choking. I want to say light choking. You know Sevika and her limits. You're not pushing her, and you're not doing something you know she won't like. There was just something about wrapping your hand around her throat, squeezing lightly as she takes your strap like a good girl that made you feel so hot and bothered. Mumbling and rambling out incoherent sentences, as she tries her hardest to tell you something that makes sense. She, secretly the way you handled her. She enjoyed the way you would choke her if she wasn't answering your words, or if she was just being a literal brat. "Yeah, now you aren't so tough hm? running your mouth, talking shit but you're the one who gets punished huh? you're such a dirty girl. Letting me, choke out the scariest woman? Dirty"

Hickeys. Her skin was always so soft under your touch, but you could never help yourself. Biting any inch of her skin you could see. It was a gentle kind of biting, the kind you knew she loved. Her thighs would be littered in your hickeys. Her neck would be purple from every kiss and bite you've given her. Somehow always able to cover it up when she wasn't in the bedroom. Even her ass would have hickeys, which you could never help yourself either. You loved when she wasn't able to hide them, showing people she was yours and yours only. "This? don't hide it. Looks pretty on you, and it tells people you're off limits. Don't worry Pretty, when they fade i will just make new ones. Nothing i can't fix"

[modern-day-tragedy]

Tongue-tied [james x reader]

summary : college AU, meet cute, a flirty james and a reader who's not really used to that, meeting for the first time

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: none, sfw

a/n: this is just a short little drabble, cause i was bored and i wanted to see how fun it would be to write a y/n type of story. this is my first one ever, so please be gentle with any comments ^^

The 8am college classes are the bane of every students existence, and you will forever be grateful for that little common sense you had when it was time to choose your electives.

To be fair, if it wasn’t for your older sister who had drilled all of her wisdom into you, you would have probably made the same mistake as many of the students you currently see walking past you in the hallway, the bags under their eyes as dark as the coffee they hope will help wake them up. You try not to be too chipper and rub it in their faces, but after 9 full hours of sleep and no classes for the next hour or so, you feel absolutely amazing and nothing can ruin your mood.

(Or at least you hope so - with enough sleep comes that unfounded optimism that’s often more harmful than good)

There is a loud bang behind you, and every student in its vicinity flinches, a few of them even dropping their papers and glaring at the source of the commotion. No one stops to investigate it further, though, and after a few seconds, when the crowd is gone and the next set of classes starts, you get a glimpse of a boy.

Maybe even the sweetest boy you have ever seen.

His books lay scattered on the floor, tea spilled all over his jeans, and the most adorable pout resting on his lips - you're pretty sure he's not even aware of it. With his messy hair and glasses, he looks like a nerd, but the glimpse of strong biceps you get tells you that maybe there’s more to him than that first impression. He’s sitting on the ground, making no attempt to gather his stuff or move, and you feel a bit sorry for him - he’s obviously one of those poor souls from the 8am class.

On most days, you tend to keep to yourself. You has a small group of friends, not best friends but good enough friends, and you're happy with them. There was never a need for you to expand that circle of friends, at least not until now. You're not even sure why you feel the need to reach out because honestly, he is not the first cutie you have run into, but there’s something there, intriguing. Something.

(And that’s why sleeping the right amount of hours one is supposed to sleep is dangerous.)

So, against your better judgment, you start gathering the papers closest to you. They are from a class you're familiar with, and you try your best not to peek into what seems to be his writing for a literary class. Next comes the travel mug which, sadly, didn’t hold the liquid in it at all, and by the time you're holding all that in your hands and you stop right in front of the boy, he finally looks up, over the rim of his glasses, and you do your best not to blush.

He has the warmest fucking eyes ever.

“I believe this is yours?”

“It seems that it is. Too bad for the tea, I was looking forward to it.”

“I imagine being soaked in it isn’t that pleasant at all, is it?”

“Nope.” The way he grins is sheepish, open, like you two are old friends, and not complete strangers. You know that some people are like that, and it's an unusual thing for you, but it feels good, and you allow yourself a grin that ends up matching his.

He makes no move to get up, so you lower the stuff on the ground, giving him a thorough look. Seeing no obvious injury or any blood from where he had bumped his head, you stretch your hand, swallowing the lump in your throat at the shock that goes through you as he takes it and lets you pull him up to his feet.

Instead of letting you go, however, he laces your fingers together, bringing them to his chest before he lets your intertwined hands fall between you two, his hand warm in yours. Your face would probably look hilarious if someone were to snap a photo of it, but at that moment, all you could do was stare at your hands.

“Um.”

“Hm?”

Ungluing your eyes from your hands is hard, but looking at his teasing smirk is even harder because damn, his eyes are warm chocolate brown, and he has freckles.

“What’s this?” This, being your laced fingers, which are probably making you blush like crazy. You motion towards them, trying to gently extract your hand, but his grasp is firm and despite your heart trying its best to beat out of your chest, you don't feel too bad when he doesn't let go.

“Oh, we’re dating now, babe.”

Your brain short-circuits for a second, but thankfully comes back to life with enough wit and control for one quick remark.

“Shouldn’t you take me on a date first?”

“I suppose. How does tomorrow evening sound?"

(Turns out, his name is James; you two end up going on that date, and two weeks later when he asks you to be his girlfriend, you playfully punch him and says “I thought I already was”.

Later on, Sirius uses the same technique to ask Remus out, and to everyone’s surprise, it fucking works.)

[magicalmyu]

the colors in your art are really pretty,,, whats your process for shading and picking colors and all that? the effect you achieve where everything looks so bright and lustrous is muah

hello, thank you so much! honestly its a little tricky to explain my art process but ill try my best

here's my recent specter's sands art from my oc alt without filters, i usually go with the flow but I usually go with shadows, then color noise, then highlights

my rule for shadows is to take the base color, move the hue on the color wheel towards blue/purple, and lower the saturation and brightness a little. keep doing this for as many layers of shadow as you want

"color noise" is what i call adding extra colors (blues, greens, purples, etc.) which gives my art a messier, "painterly" look. I like using a desaturated green in most areas, adjusting the brightness so it still feels harmonious with the other colors while still adding variation to the area. for reds, i prefer using blue as green clashes too much, or red for blue as green may look to similar and not add enough variation. this step is mostly based on experimentation, just play around with colors until you find what's best!

highlights are a lot simpler. take the base color, move the hue on the color wheel towards yellow, and raise the brightness and saturation a bit. sometimes i just go with yellow for sharper highlights, like in the art above

after that, I add filters! I've found that adding a layer set to "soft light" on ibis paint x (i dont know if other programs have it TT) and using a solid desaturated red has a gorgeous effect! then on the same layer i use the airbrush tool with a pale yellow for light - sunlight, as shown in this finished art! then over all of that, I use a white "star brush" (ajhshbcdbfgsb i dont know how to describe it but any brush thats a lot of dots randomly scattered around) on an overlay layer to further achieve that noisy effect

ive found that brushes affect a lot, i use a very textured brush which compliments my messy artstyle a lot, which is why i always say to experiment! i do hope this helps though, as messy as this explanation may be TT

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Blood, Sweat and Tears (20x08)

Full disclosure, I watched this episode with constant interruptions so my brain is even more scattered than usual as I try and remember everything that happened.

Cons:

Simone and Lucas just really isn't doing a lot for me. I wanted to be moved by Simone's speech at the end: "I'm a better Doctor because of you." I think the two of them have just caused each other too much pain, and not like... juicy, interesting, dramatic pain, just... two people acting really poorly, kind of boring and yet somehow simultaneously stressful to watch. So they hook up, and then the next day at the test, Lucas is avoiding Simone's eyes... come on. How many more rounds of pointless hesitation are we going to be on with these two?

Pros:

This Amelia and Monica thing is pretty fun. Nothing much has actually happened so far, but I'm excited for it to start happening. "I've seen your hands" is such a delightfully bonkers thing to say to a professional colleague, I don't think Amelia was at all off base with the vibe she was picking up. At least we get the (scarcely needed) confirmation that Monica is queer, as she drops the news that she's going through a messy divorce with her wife. I like what they're doing with Monica's character, she has a sort of no-nonsense attitude but she's so wonderful and affirming with her patients. I think it's that thing where if you talk to kids like they're human beings capable of knowing their own minds, they'll really respond to that. And the story about the young trans girl was really moving. When she revealed she was anxious about surgery because of people seeing her naked body, I teared up a little!

Dorian... holy shit, that was stressful as fuck, I thought they were going to kill him! This guy cannot get a break. As much as Lucas has annoyed me with his attitude about all of this, I do like the concept of it, the way Lucas has externalized his stress and bad feelings onto his patient, and actually has a pretty unique insight into how bad his time in the hospital has been accordingly. I hope Dorian doesn't take this setback too hard. I want to see this guy get to leave the hospital by the end of the season, please!

I actually liked Owen and Teddy's story in this episode if you keep it isolated: I have the feeling that it's going to cause more stressors between them based on the promo we saw for next week, and that already fills me with a sense of ennui. But for what this was all on its own? Yeah, I liked it. The two of them working together in the field to save lives, their day off interrupted by work but the two of them working well and not getting too fed up with the situation, this was all good stuff. I liked Owen's epiphany that they should invest in teaching people how to stop a bleed the same way they teach people to do CPR, and how this might save so many more lives. The daughter of the man who was injured had a really insightful point when she said that what Owen told her to do wasn't difficult, it was just that she didn't know what it was she should do, until someone told her.

The actress who plays Jules is lowkey one of the best performers this show has ever had. I think her character tends to be sort of muted compared to some of the bigger personalities around her, but when she gets her little moments, they really are affecting. It was so sweet for Yasuda to give up scrubbing in for a surgery in order to help Jules study. The moment when Jules is crying about how she just freezes up in front of the test and how she doesn't want to get fired and lose her job... that was so touching! And the two of them falling asleep together was sweet. I'm not saying I ship it, but honestly let's just go ahead and make this new MAGYK gang a polycule, shall we? I wouldn't be mad.

I heard the news recently that Schmitt will be leaving the show sometime in the next season, and that bums me out in a major way. I guess we'll have to hold on to every moment of him we do have left... and I liked the Jo and Levi moments in this episode, where Levi is confused and annoyed by Jo's apparent lack of investment, but when Jo reveals her anxiety about her patients, Levi immediately switches modes and reassures her that she's doing a great job!

That's all for this week. I'm definitely missing some little details given the scatter-shot way I approached this episode, but I thought there was a lot of promise here.

8/10

[girasollake]

it must’ve slipped out | s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve says a different name during sex, reader convinces herself she misheard him, shes insecure, jealous and angry, and after steve jumps after nancy she feels unappreciated and not good enough

warnings: slight smut, MINORS DNI, insecurities, reader is bigger than nancy(body type not specified, just bigger), curse words, some negative self talk?, OH AND I GUESS SPOILER WARNING FOR SEASON 4

type: angst, smut

a/n: this is my first time writing something with smut so i apologise if its shitty, this imagine is kinda similar to my blurb that a lot of people liked, the same idea of being jealous of nancy, but a diff storyline and emotions, also nancy is the first one to jump into the lake, hope you guys enjoy it💌

words: about 2k

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Her face was pressed into the silky pillow on the bed. She was slightly losing her vision, her eyes rolling backwards. Two bodies slamming into each other, her moans and his soft breaths were the only sounds that could be heard in Steve’s bedroom. His body connecting with hers with each movement of his hips.

“Fuck” Steve groaned quietly but she still heard it.

She was taken aback when he pulled his member out of her and flipped her over connecting their lips in a messy kiss. He put himself back inside her swollen pussy, her gasp like music to his ears. With each stroke her body felt even more relaxed than before, if that’s even possible. She could never finish just by being penetrated but she enjoyed that feeling nevertheless. She was mostly focused on his quiet, suppressed moans and occasional curses coming from his mouth. His hot breath against her skin made her shiver.

“Holy shit, Nance…”

That’s when her body froze. Nance? At that moment she couldn’t even feel him moving inside her and the sounds he was making sounded like he was behind a wall. His body collapsed against hers when he finished. Steve kissed her cheek and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Meanwhile (Y/n) was staring at the ceiling, million thoughts making circles inside her head. “Maybe he didn’t mean it? Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe he didn’t say it and it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me? Maybe I misheard him? Maybe…”

“Is everything okay?” He asked laying down next to her and covering them with a blanket.

She looked at him without any emotions, she was still numb from what had happened and the only thing she was able to say was a simple “Yes”.

“Did I hurt you?”

“What?” She asked confused. Maybe he did say it? Maybe he is apologising?

“Were my movements too hard for you? Or maybe the speed was too fast?”

Oh.

“No, no. It was… fine.”

“Okay, amazing. Come here I wanna cuddle with you.”

She slowly put her arm around his chest and laid her head there too. After a couple minutes of complete silence she was convinced that she had misheard him before. But she still decided to leave even if she was supposed to stay with him that night.

“Um Steve, I just.. I just remembered that my.. um.. my mom! Yeah, she needed some help with the um… her work project and she asked me to go home earlier tonight.”

“But you were supposed to stay the night? Is it really that important? We finally got some quality time together and you know my parents are coming back tomorrow, do you really have to go?”

“Yes, she… she actually needs it for tomorrow that’s why it’s so um.. urgent.”

Steve nodded his head and got out of bed to hand her the clothes scattered on the floor. (Y/n) quickly put on her dress, grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.

“So no goodbye kiss then?” She heard him yelling from his room.

“Sorry, I forgot.” (Y/n) run up to Steve to give him a quick peck on the lips.

When she got home the memory of him saying that name was replaying in her head. She went into her room and sat down on her bed. Her own reflection staring at her from the other corner of the room. After throwing her clothes into a basket she came up to the mirror to look at herself. She saw her insecurities. She wasn’t perfect. Technically no one was, but all the girls she saw at the pool were much skinnier than her. Nancy Wheeler was skinnier than her. She sighed and opened the drawer to put on a shirt and some pants. Right before she fell asleep she was analysing in what ways Nancy was better than her. They had many similar qualities, they were both intelligent, ambitious and would always protect their loved ones. The main difference between them was their size. “Maybe that’s why he said it? Or maybe he didn’t? But if he did, maybe he was imagining her instead of me because I’m not…skinny enough?”

The next day she went to the shop where Steve worked in hopes to talk to Robin. She knew when he started his shift and made sure she came after that. Robin was looking at some kind of magazine, turning pages and raising her eyebrows, her head resting on her hand.

“Robin? Can we talk?”

She looked up at (Y/n) surprised and looked around the shop.

“If you’re looking for Harrington, he left like 10 minutes ago, I’m sorry. BUT! If you’re here to pick a movie I would be honoured to assist you.” She smiled.

“No, um, I’m not here to pick a movie and as for Steve it’s… it’s complicated. I wanted to talk to you, in private. It’s important and I have no one else to talk to about…” an old lady entered the shop “…this thing I want to talk about.”

“Okay, go to the staff room, I’ll take care of the customer and then we’ll talk. Just give me a minute.” She turned around and greeted the elderly woman.

(Y/n) went into the staff room and took a seat on a worn out chair placed against the scraped walls. Turning her ring in her fingers she thought about why she even came here. She didn’t even know if what she heard was right. This was stupid, she got up to leave but Robin opened the door at the same time.

“What’s up? You okay?”

“This is stupid.”

“Huh? What is?”

“The reason I came here. I’m not even sure if I heard things right and I’m just so confused and I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, okay, slow down, you’re not making any sense right now”

(Y/n) sighed and placed her palm on her forehead. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked at Robin.

“I think that… I’m not sure but I think Steve said Nancy’s name yesterday when we… when…” she swallowed the thick saliva inside her throat “when we were having sex.”

“What the fuck? Are you sure?”

“That’s the thing, I’m NOT. But l think it’s very possible. I was focused on his… sounds? And his mouth was so close to my ear. I don’t know what to think anymore. Maybe I misheard it or something.”

“Shit.” Robin took a seat in the chair that (Y/n) had sat in before. “Well if…if he was saying that so close to your ear… shit. I don’t think that you misheard it. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I just needed to talk to someone and tell me that I’m not crazy”

“I know. I know but… UGH. This is such a shitty situation.” Robin stood up. “You know that if you’ll ever need anything, I’m here. Oh, and thank you for trusting me enough to talk about… that. I want to punch this idiot so bad right now.”

(Y/n) lifted the corner of her lips and hugged the girl.

“Robin! Where are you?!”

The girls broke out of the hug quickly and looked at each other.

“Fuck, that’s Steve.” Robin whispered.

“Why is he here? He finished his shift for today! I checked his working hours like.. 5 times!” (Y/n) raised her voice.

“Just stay calm and come with me, I’ll come up with an excuse.” She took (Y/n)’s hand into her own and opened the door. “Dingus! What are you doing here?”

“Nancy called and they need our help with Eddie, I drove to (Y/n)’s house but she…” he locked eyes with his girlfriend. “..wasn’t there. What? Why are you HERE?”

“She wanted to visit you! But she was late, you know, traffic.” Robin smiled awkwardly.

“Traffic? In Hawkins?” he crossed his arms.

“Yeah! It doesn’t happen often but it happens!”

“Sure.” He nodded his head slowly. “We better get going if we don’t want them to go without us.”

They both followed him out of the store and Robin quickly locked the door after she had changed the sign to “closed”. The ride was mostly quiet and if someone decided to talk it was Steve and Robin. (Y/n) didn’t want to interrupt their conversations, and actually after she thought about it, she didn’t want to talk at all. When they met up with the rest of the group she kept her eyes glued to Nancy and Steve. Seeing them together made her nauseous and her stomach felt like it was twisting. After some time she found herself stuck on a boat looking for a stupid gate. The darkness was surrounding them, she couldn’t see much and the flashlights weren’t as bright as she thought they would be. Then, out of nowhere, Dustin’s compass started to freak out even more than before.

“It’s the gate.” Nancy said.

Everyone was quiet and because of that, she continued.

“I’ll go down to see if it’s really there, wait here.”

No one objected to her. She took off her sweater which left her dressed in a thin tank-top. (Y/n) looked at Steve who was staring at her figure amused.

I’m sorry I can’t look like her. She thought. Her eyes following Nancy when she disappeared under the surface. Robin observed the scene in front of her, her heart hurt for (Y/n), she didn’t deserve it. She wanted to tell Steve right now that what he’s doing is wrong, but she had no place to talk, this wasn’t her relationship. A minute passed and Nancy emerged from the water.

“I found it.” Breathing heavily she grasped the edge of the boat with both of her hands.

Suddenly, she got pulled under the water, the thing that grabbed her didn’t even give her time to take a breath.

“Nancy!” everyone yelled and got closer to the edge. Steve looked at everyone and then his eyes focused on the dark waves.

“Stay here.” He said jumping into the water. Jumping after her.

(Y/n) looked at Robin, the pain in her chest growing. She supressed the feeling and taking a deep breath she dived after him. She wasn’t the best at swimming, she never really wanted to swim and when they had went to the pool, she was always sitting in the shade of the umbrella. She tried her best to catch up to Steve but she couldn’t even see him. Her vision was blurred but among this darkness, a red spot stood out to her. She swam towards it, the air in her lungs almost at its end. She reached for the gate and it threw her into the Upside Down. Gasping for air (Y/n) looked around and when she saw her boyfriend she ran towards him, grabbing a wooden oar she helped him get the monsters off of Nancy. She was mad at him, mad at her, jealous, but she couldn’t let her die, right? She wasn’t a bad person. Robin and Eddie quickly joined them and then the whole group ran away to hide somewhere. When they found the perfect spot Nancy slid down the slippery rock groaning in pain. Steve was quick to catch her, to talk to her, to help, but he didn’t have anything that would stop the bleeding. (Y/n) sighed and ripped her flannel apart. She came up to them and looked at Nancy.

“May I?” she asked and Nancy softly nodded.

(Y/n) wrapped the material around her abdomen, her tiny, perfect waist and stomach. Nancy thanked her and then she was focused on Steve again.

“You’re welcome.” (Y/n) sighed walking away.

She couldn’t look at them anymore. Seeing that he is still in love with Nancy broke her heart into tiny pieces. She could tell from the way he looked at her that his love was still present, it really never went away. Sure, their relationship wasn’t perfect, but Nancy has always been perfect to him. And with that poor (Y/n) sat down convinced that she will never be perfect to him. She will never be like Nancy is in Steve’s eyes. He will never look at her like that.

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Sick Days

Rowan Laslow x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is almost all fluff (nvm its just is all fluff) 💖💖💖

Summary: Rowan comes to visit Y/N and finds that she's sick

A/N: I hope you like it !! 💖💖💖 I'm just trying to write for some new characters :) 💖💖💖 Sorry if the updates are slow :') 💖💖💖

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"Hey, Y/N?", he called out, voice echoing back towards him, "Where are you?".

He couldn't help but think the worst, with everything that was going on at this school, as he blinked at the room he was in. The sheets were thrown carelessly around, books scattered everywhere and her makeup was spread around her desk. Very out-of-character. His heart pounded in his chest, what if something had happened to her. He needed to do something. He needed to get help.

His train of thought was interrupted by a string of incoherent mumbling. Peering over the edge of the bed, he found a pile of mismatched throw blankets, pink, blue, yellow, even plaid. Through the sea of colours, he spotted a pair of eyes blinking up at him.

He shook his head, the fear and anxiety melting away, as he chuckled, "I can't hear you".

The blankets wriggled a little, before toppling over, revealing a girl in mismatched pyjamas lying on the floor her hair, messy, tangled and splayed out. Her nose was red and her eyes watery, with a heap of crumpled tissues next to her. In a nasal voice she groaned, "I'm here".

He quickly put two and two together, feeling a pang of guilt that he didn't know about it. "How are you feeling ?", he asked, leaning on the side of her bed as he lowered himself to ground.

"I literally can't breathe", she sighed, struggling to take a deep breath as proof. In defeat, she flipped over, pushing her head deeper into the snot-stained pillow, her voice muffled, “just leave me here to die”.

He laced his finger through her knitted mess of hair, scratching gently, just the way she liked it. She hummed in delight. “Did you go to the nurse?", he questioned, raising an eyebrow. He already knew the answer to the question, yet he still enjoyed asking, just to see her nose scrunch up with irritation.

She lifted her head from its fluffy prison, eyebrows furrowed as she glared sharply at him. "No, why would I", she scoffed, before planting her head back into its original position.

“To get medicine?", he grinned to himself, moving a hand down to rest on her cheek, tracing aimlessly.

She rolled her eyes, "I don't need it, I'll fight it out on my own". Rolling over she pulled a blanket back over herself, tucking her arms under, before giving him a pointed stare with her brows raised.

"If you say so", he taunted playfully. He watched her closely as he pretended to get to his feet, moving at a tenth of a regular person’s speed.

Just as he thought, she bolted up right away, the blanket long forgotten, "No- wait- I didn't mean alone".

"Just joking", he smirked, feeling a little sorry when he noticed her distress, but it felt a little too good to be needed. He positioned himself next to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Do you want cuddles?"

Turning to face him, she whined, “I do but you'll get sick”.

He probably would get whatever bug she had, but it didn't really matter to him, he could only think of her, “I don't care, really”.

"Really?", she beamed, closing the distance between them. She let out a contented sigh at the feeling of his arms wrapping around her waist, snuggling deeper into his cool skin and twisting her leg around his. Finally her body seemed to relax, as the pounding in her head dulled a little.

He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, "Happy?".

"Very", she smiled, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of exhaustion washed over her and lulled her to sleep.

[captaincryolicious]

Your bookstore crush

➳ Alhaitham x gn!reader

➳ Bulleted fic ; 4.4k

➳ Modern au, humor, pining ; No warnings

You wander into your favorite bookstore you thought had closed forever, but things take an unexpected turn from there. [27.10.2022]

Zep's Note ; If this doesn't flop I'm definitely writing a part two for this. [Edit: here is part two]

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Tuesday, 3.46pm 

There was this old bookstore on the corner of a quiet street in town. You remember going there often, until it suddenly closed down many years ago. No one knew the reason why. You simply assumed that it went bankrupt, or maybe something had happened to the owner. 

Whatever it was, it had been closed for years now, and most people had long forgotten about its existence. But not you, who had such fond memories of the little bookstore. You walked past it every day on your way home, always feeling a sense of longing when your gaze pulled towards the storefront.

Until that day where you saw lights behind the dusty windows.

Your curiosity was sparked, and you inched closer to the store. For all you knew, it had been abandoned for years. No one bothered to look after it once it closed its doors, and now there suddenly were signs of life?

With wide eyes, you looked at the little sign on the door that read open, and you started to wonder; were you dreaming? It had to be. You had given up all hope that your favorite bookstore would ever open again, so this had to be too good to be true, right? 

Well, there was one way to find out.

Your hand found the doorknob and you pushed open the wooden door with the old little curtain that obscured the window. 

The tiny bell above the doorbell chimed softly, informing whoever was present in the store of your arrival. You waited a moment, but you saw no one. Hesitantly, you closed the door behind you and stepped further inside.

It was an absolute mess inside the store. Nothing like you remembered it. The wooden shelves stood tall and empty, and all the books rested on the floor, either in huge piles or they lay scattered in messy heaps. There were stacks of papers and little trinkets that you supposed were for decoration. It was dusty, and you saw tiny particles flying around in the light that filtered through the dirty windows. Honestly, it looked like a very local hurricane passed through the store. 

"Excuse me?" you called out, since no one seemed to respond to the little chime of the bell above the door. 

You heard some rustling from the back of the store, and a moment later a tall young man stepped from behind one of the shelves. It was fair to say that you needed a moment to take in his appearance, for he really stood out with his handsome face, silver hair with some streaks of pale teal, and clear turquoise eyes that held a hint of surprise upon seeing you. 

"We aren't open yet," the male told you.

"The sign on the door said you were," you reasoned, feeling a little ashamed under the guy's stoic expression. 

"That's an error on my behalf, then. My bad." 

You nodded, unsure of what to do next. Just walk away and leave the store? That would leave you dissatisfied, with a lot of questions on your mind. 

"When are you opening officially?" you asked.

"In a week," the man replied. "But I have yet to clean up everything and I'm on my own." 

"Do you need help?" you impulsively asked. A split second later, you felt like planting the palm of your hand against your embarrassed face. Why did you even suggest that?

The silver-haired male quirked a brow and you felt your cheeks flush red under his gaze.

"I mean, this used to be my favorite store and if I can do anything to help it open on time, I would love to," you quickly explained. 

He seemed to think for a moment, and you swear it felt like his turquoise eyes could see straight into your soul. It made you a little awkward but you tried to keep your composure. 

"I assume that means you know what this store used to look like in its glory days?" he asked after a short silence.

You nodded. "Pretty much." 

"Fine," he briskly agreed. "I think I can use a hand. Just don't be a nuisance and don't get in the way." 

A little offended, you folded your arms. Who did he think you were? Some kid who only stuck around to make a mess of things? He was lucky that he was so handsome. 

The deal was sealed, and you got to work. It mostly consisted of sweeping the dust off of the books, stacking them neatly into the shelves sorted by genre and author. A lot of interesting books passed through your hands and you avidly made mental notes on which ones you were going to buy as soon as the store would officially open.

Occasionally, other customers would come in, until the silver-haired man finally had enough and changed the sign from open to closed. After that, it was just you and him and a shitton of books that had to be sorted. 

For what feels like long hours, you tried your best to help organize the little corner shop. But it was just so much work that you could hardly see any progress, much to your dismay. The only proof of your labor were the shelves that were now stacked with books – though it was nothing compared to the number of shelves you had yet to fill. Yep, it was quite a tedious task but you carried on.

You barely spoke a word to the handsome man, who was working through a stack of papers on the other side of the store. 

The atmosphere was a little weird, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. One of its components was a fair share of awkwardness from your side, that's for sure. 

"I think we're done for the day," his deep voice concluded after a while, and you felt kinda grateful as you put down the books you held in your hands. As much as you loved books, having to deal with hundreds of them over the span of a few hours was a bit much and you were feeling tired. 

"We did quite some work, huh?" you stated proudly, stepping back to admire the vast line-up of books you had put into place.

"We did," he agreed. "Thanks for your help…"

"Y/N," you told him with a smile. "I'm Y/N." 

You bid him goodbye after that, but not without casually offering to help him out tomorrow as well. He wore that questioning look again as he accepted your offer, but you realized that it may be a little weird for a total stranger to help out so eagerly. 

You were just a massive book enthusiast. And let's be fair, that guy was insanely handsome. But you'd go for the books, you told yourself.

As you walked home, you suddenly realized a small error you had made today. It wasn't that big of a deal, but you still felt a little sour.

You didn't get his name. 

Wednesday, 4.07pm

You felt hesitant as you stood in front of the door to the bookstore the day after. Yesterday you acted in a burst of spontaneity – or impulsivity – but today you came prepared, which made you a little nervous. 

This time you knew who and what you would find behind that door; the handsome guy whose face you couldn't read and some huge piles of books. Somehow, it was easier when you could still pretend that it was an opened bookstore, like you could yesterday.

And the sign on the door read closed, which wasn't exactly inviting. You knew it was only to keep out other customers, but it had you seriously questioning whether or not to push down that door handle and step inside.

But come on, yesterday you had basically invited yourself over for today and the male with silver hair seemed to accept the offer. You were fine, there was no reason to feel so aversive towards entering.

You made up your mind and stepped inside, the little bell above the door ringing excitedly.

This time you found the handsome man in the front of the store, unloading several more books from cardboard boxes that stood here and there on the floor. God, there were so many books. You wondered if it was even doable to successfully clear the deadline of a week. Tidying the entire store in the six days he had left? He was in for a monstrous task. 

"Good afternoon, Y/N," he greeted you without so much as looking up. "I can't believe you're really that willing to help me out in this dusty bookstore." 

In other words, he was a tiny bit surprised that you showed up again, and you silently tsk-ed. He obviously didn't know you at all, you weren't just going to bail on him after promising your aid.  

Honestly, you were still trying to figure out yourself why you were helping out a complete stranger setting up a bookstore. You weren't ready to admit that part of the reason was the guy being absurdly handsome – and come on, who wouldn't be lowkey enchanted by the mysterious aura he had? 

Okay, it was only because you wanted your favorite bookstore to reopen asap!! That made perfect sense right? Of course you'd want that.

"You better give me a discount when I come to buy books," you joked to get your mind off the endless discussion about your reasons for helping out here. 

But the guy replied with an "of course, that's only fitting," which took you by surprise. He was pretty considerate as well, huh?

You got to work, starting where you left off yesterday. There were still tons of books on the floor, and they weren't going to put themselves into place. Many books passed through your hand, and sometimes you took little breaks to read the summaries on the back of the books. You occasionally caught the silver-haired male looking at you, and you would as if you weren't just checking out the books. But he didn't comment on it, until he did.

"Do you like reading?" he asked, suddenly behind you. "You seem interested in those books."

"Why would I help out in a bookstore if I didn't care about books?" you reasoned. It came out a little defensive, and you uttered out a quick apology.

"I see," came the reply. "I was just wondering…" but you never found out what he was wondering about, for he trailed off and shrugged curtly. You flashed him a questioning look, but he didn't start talking again. What on Earth was he wondering? 

The subject wasn't brought up again, and you were left with an unsatiated curiosity. 

You were dying to ask him but you bite your tongue. He seemed the type who strongly disliked people that kept prying. 

Instead you worked silently, stacking books on the shelves. Now it was you who regularly stole glances at the handsome male who worked on the other side of the store, where he was sorting through a pile of non-fiction books. Even with a concentrated frown on his features, he still looked insanely good and you struggled to focus on your task at hand. 

But you managed, getting quite far until he called your name, telling you that it was enough for today. You got up, using the palm of your hands to dust off your knees. 

You got ready to leave, but you had one more thing to do before you left the store.

"You never told me your name," you casually pointed out, taking a nonchalant stance – as if you weren't dying to find out the name that belonged to that handsome face.

"My name is Alhaitham," he said, and his turquoise rested on you. "Will you be here tomorrow?" 

You nodded. "I will."

With that, you left the store behind you, and the soft chime of the bell gave you a ringing goodbye. You pondered quietly as you walked home.

Althaitham, huh? 

Thursday, 3.34pm

You hadn't exactly told Alhaitham you were coming to the store again, but you figured he would be pretty much used to it by now. So you didn't hesitate all that much when you pushed open the door and stepped inside. 

"Hi, Alhaitham," you greeted, glancing around the bookstore.

The two of you had made so much progress. There were only a few books left that lay strewn across the floor, and the number of cardboard boxes with more books had shrunk significantly. It was crazy how far you had come in two days. 

Well, you had no idea at what time the guy started, and through the day he did quite some work by himself, but you also did your fair contribution. 

"Hello, Y/N," his voice drifted from the back of the store. "Give me a minute, I'm almost finished putting these history books away."

You leaned against the messy counter casually as you waited for the male to emerge and give you instructions for today. You watched how the tiny dust particles dance in the room idly, caught by the light that filtered through the closed blinds. 

Until you heard the dry thuds of objects falling followed by a low, whispered curse you only barely heard. That didn't sound good. You pushed yourself away from the counter and rounded the wall of bookshelves to check what happened – even though it wasn't a hard guess. 

You found Alhaitham crouched between a messy heap of history books that lay scattered on the hardwood floor after plummeting down from what you assumed were his hands. The man had a frown on his face as he rubbed his left foot. 

"Are you okay?" you asked, closing in on him.

"I'm fine," he assured you, readying himself to gather the books around him. The frown left his face, evening out into his usual stoic expression. But you had seen the pained frown, and guessed he dropped a few of the heavy history books on his foot. Ouch. 

"Let me help," you offered, crouching down next to him as you also began to gather the fallen books. 

It went smoothly, until you both had your mind set on the same book – one that told about ancient Egyptian history – and reached out at exactly the same moment. His hand came against yours as they collided firmly and a bolt of electricity shot through your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Ever so rapidly, you retraced your arm, but the damage was already done. A blush crept up your cheeks, and suddenly the books on the floor were very interesting – you refused to look at the male next to you, who still had his hand on the Egyptian history book.

You were panicking. 

Why were you panicking?

"I'll start putting away the sci-fi books over there," you excused yourself, getting up and flashing the male a hasty smile. "Don't drop more books on yourself. Books are hard." 

"I noticed," Alhaitham said flatly, confused at your turn of behavior. But hear me out, this man might be a smartass know-it-all who has his nose in a book more often than not, but he wasn't dense. He caught on quickly, but his face remained unreadable, a true actor as he pretended not to notice the flustered state you were in. 

"The science fiction books are in a white box near the counter," he instructed you, and he was secretly amused by the blush you tried to hide from him. 

"Alright, thanks," you breathed out, relieved when you could make your escape. 

You got to work, and fortunately the shelf for sci-fi books was on the other side of the store, which gave you the opportunity to calm down quickly. It wasn't a big deal, you told yourself, and at some point you truly believed it wasn't. 

Nearly all the books stood where they belonged now, and the store's interior was coming along nicely. It really started to look like an actual bookstore! 

The thought also kinda saddened you, though. It meant that your time helping out here was almost over. You were just getting used to it, and especially after what happened today you had started to realize that you might have developed a tiny little crush on the handsome guy. How could you not?

Your afternoon consisted of books and many stolen glances at Alhaitham – and he would be totally aware of it but you had no idea. 

"Y/N," he said after a while, approaching you with a paper bag in his hands. "Do you maybe feel like taking a break? I brought something that could suffice as a snack."

"What is it?" you asked curiously. You could use a little break, for you felt the strain of moving around books for three days straight on your muscles. 

"Dried Zaytun peaches," Alhaitham replied. "Simple, efficient, and still quite tasteful."

Oh, that was nice. You munched away on those quite often when you were at home with nothing to do, so it was safe to say that you liked them.

The guy offered you the bag and you took a small handful before you sat down onto one of the few boxes that were left. Alhaitham sat down on a cardboard box opposite of you, and you sat in silence for a while as you ate your slices of dried Zaytun peach.

It wasn't necessarily awkward. The silence matched the serenity you expected to find in an old-style bookstore, and you found yourself enjoying the moment of leisure.

But after a while, small conversations would arise, and of course they all revolved around books and reading. You also found out that Alhaitham is the son of the store's initial owner, and that his father took the job of reviving the little shop again. Alhaitham was going to work part-time next to his study at the local academy. 

He also asked you questions, which you were more than happy to answer. Turned out he was interested in you as a person, that much was obvious from the questions he asked. 

In the end, he learned more about you than you did about him, but that was okay. After all, the air of mystery suited him very well. 

Maybe you'd learn about him some day.

Your break took much longer than it was supposed to be, and by the time you realized it was already pretty late so you decided to wrap up for the day.

With a feeling of satisfaction, you headed home. It felt as if the two of you were opening up to each other. You couldn't wait until tomorrow.

Friday, 4.33pm

There was a skip in your step as you crossed the road, heading towards the bookstore that became your favorite all over again. How could it not?

You ran a little late due to circumstances, but they didn't diminish your enthusiasm to help out again. You had gotten so far already, and you were likely close to finishing. You couldn't wait to see the store when it was done! 

As you venture inside, you find Alhaitham stacking the last books onto the shelves and you quickly hurry over to help him.

"You're later than usual," he commented.

"I got held up," you explained. Did he mind?

He nodded, as if that simple statement was enough of an explanation for him. You knew it wasn't like him to pry at all. Or maybe he simply didn't care, but that didn't sound quite right.

"Do you mind helping me put these last books away?" he asked, gesturing towards a few piles of books at his feet. "As soon as we finish, all the books will be into place."

What an accomplishment. After days of doing nothing but stacking books, it was refreshing to have the finish line in sight. 

You worked quietly, only the sound of cars driving by outside and the soft continuous thud of books colliding with the wooden shelves resonated through the small store. 

It was peaceful.

Peaceful, until you had to put the books on the highest shelf – which was just out of reach for you. With a book in hand, you struggled to put it on the top shelf, standing on your tippy toes but it wasn't quite enough for you to actually reach it. You cussed in mild frustration, but then you froze.

The book was taken from your hands as it was neatly placed onto the top shelf, but what had you petrified was the solid chest pressed flush against your back as Alhaitham stood behind you. 

Your eyes flew wide and your breath halted, and you nearly squealed in panic when he moved to take another book.

"Here, allow me," he said calmly. 

Had you been able to see his face at that very moment, you would've seen the amused glint in his turquoise eyes. This guy knew very well what he was doing, acting to see if he could fluster you again – it was adorable to him, though his stoic demeanor would never give away such thoughts. 

You were having serious trouble breathing, and he stepped back to release you. You were quick to move away after being trapped between the bookshelves and his chest for what felt like a hot minute and you had to fight the urge to fan your flustered face with your hand. Instead you straightened your composure.

"T-Thanks, that was a little too high for me." 

You had to struggle so much to formulate those words. Alhaitham wondered if he had to stop teasing you or do it more often. Your reactions were cute and you would never suspect him of teasing you on purpose. No one would ever suspect such a thing of him, for he was only seen as serious and emotionless, aloof even. 

He'd think about it. 

But he was leaning towards yes, mostly because he felt his own heart flutter while teasing you just as much. 

Meanwhile, you were trying your best to calm your frantic heart, staring ahead of you idly because much like yesterday, you refused to look at the male who flustered the heck out of you. God, you only came there to help out in peace, this was not what you signed up for. 

"At this rate, we might open the store sooner than we initially planned," Alhaitham stated, glancing around the store seemingly unfazed. 

All there was left to do was some cleaning, and you gladly took the distraction. You avoided him for what felt like hours, meticulously dusting off all the surfaces you could find, vacuuming the hardwood floor (twice) and making sure all the books stood perfectly straight.

Well, all the books you could reach by yourself. You were definitely not trying to reach the top shelf again because you weren't ready for today's situation to repeat itself. 

With your frantic cleaning, you earned quite a few amused glances from the handsome male with silver hair, but you were making quick wits of the dirt and dust that littered the store. In the meantime, Alhaitham did his own part as well, cleaning with you and using the trinkets he had unboxed to decorate the store to his liking. 

Before you knew it, the shop was as good as done. You dropped the cloth into the bucket with water and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. You had cooled down a lot, props to the intensity you had cleaned with. Not a speck of grime had escaped your eye, and in the meantime you were somewhat ready to face Alhaitham again. 

"Whew, I think we're done," you mused.

"I think so, too," the male agreed. "Now all there's left is some administrational work, but my father will take care of that." 

Then his turquoise eyes found you.

"Thank you for your help, though. I could not have done it so quickly without you. I was even worried about reaching our deadline but you made it much easier."

"I'm glad I could help," you smiled, growing a little shy under his gaze. "It was fun to set up my favorite bookstore again."

"Can I ask you a question?" Alhaitham asked.

"Of course," you tilted your head curiously.

"I came to notice that I like having you around," he admitted bluntly, honest and direct as always. "It would be a shame to see you go."

"Hm?" you brought out, cheeks tinting. 

"I'd have to ask my father…" he finally seemed to hesitate, his eyes flickering away momentarily. "...but do you want to work here as a part-timer? You'd make a good colleague."

Your brain paused for a moment, were you hearing that correctly? Handsome guy was asking you to become his co-worker? It was as if you were dreaming. You fought the urge to pinch yourself – that would make you look silly in front of him – and pondered his offer for a second. There were many pros to this; an income, working in your favorite bookstore, employer discount on your fave books, and getting to work together with the mysterious guy you developed a crush on. 

It was a big win-win situation.

"I would love to," you reacted.

"Alright," Alhaitham said, satisfied. "Give me your phone, I'll add my number so I can keep you updated." 

You retrieved your phone from your pocket, handing it to the male in front of you. His fingers danced over the rectangular screen as he typed in the digits, before he gave it back to you.

Your eyes widened when you saw the name he gave his contact slot.

Your bookstore crush.

I told you, Alhaitham wasn't oblivious. 

Though he felt a little nervous with this bold move, the way you looked at him told him that he didn't mess up. 

Where your face was a blushing mess, his face remained aloof, unmoving as always. You had to get out of there. Oh God, how were you supposed to face your possible new co-worker the next time you saw him?

"I, uh, I'll text you soon so you have my number as well," you promised him, taking a few steps back to make your escape through the door. "B-Bye!"

And with that, you took your leave, leaving an amused Alhaitham behind. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest.

Helping out in the forgotten bookstore really took an unexpected turn.

[madmars]

Giving Stevie a bj 🤤🤤

𝘁𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 || 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘟 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A/N: it's been a while but from now on I'm being more consistent and I have a few things coming out this week (ADHD is a bitch) hope you enjoy!

→ CW: oral sex {male receiving} bit of degradation and pet names, fingering, language and body fluids for mature audiences

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"The fuck are you doing?"

"Cleaning out everything that reminds me of her"

you stood in Steve's door frame, a confused look on your face as you scanned the room, various items were scattered on the floor along with the boy, a tub full of ice cream protected by his arms, in all 17 years of knowing Steve Harrington, your bestest friend , you've never seen him mope

"Jesus fuck, Steve!" you scoffed and toed a few things on your way to the apparent sad man, nudging his head as you lowered yourself next to him

"Its like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, then stomped on, then fed to me." Steve spoke monotonal as he blankly stared at the ceiling, you couldn't help but let a laugh bubble out of you, sending his head shooting up "You're seriously laughing?!"

you began to laugh harder as he stared at you , his hair pointing in all different direction "Farrah really needs to step her game up, jeez", you tugged on his messy strands

Steve abruptly stands up, abandoning the tub of ice cream on his dresser, "you know, I'm being vulnerable with my best friend, which I should be able to do without getting judged"

you rolled your eyes, scoffing at him, "Save the sob story princess, is it that time of the month?" you whispered flashing him a fake pout

Steve let out a sound that resembled a squeak and began pacing in front of you, hands on his hips, "What kind of friend are you?! Here I am, sadding and shit and you're laughing in my face, which to be quite frank, isn't very comforting and on top of that-"

you rolled your eyes once again, what a drama queen, you decided then to cut him off, tired of his 'lecture'

"You want me to suck your cock?"

That got Steve to listen, he stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to you

"What?"

"Do you want me to suck your cock." you repeated much slower this time as you pushed yourself off of his bedroom floor, watching the shock on Steve's face grow stronger

He snapped out of it and cleared his throat, resting his elbow upon the dresser "Uhm y-yeah, I mean like, uhm, sure"

you giggled and quickly pushed him onto the bed, he scooted up to the headboard before you threw your leg over his waist, straddling him. You cupped the back of his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss

He gripped the back of your thighs as your lips molded together starting off gentle but then Steve burrows his tongue in your mouth, caressing your own

His grip got tighter and slide up to your ass when he pulled your body more into his causing a moan to slip past your lips as you began to grind on his midsection, feeling him get harder under you causing you to gasp

"I want you in my mouth" you mumbled against his wet lips causing the smug son of a bitch to smirk, "I'm already in your mouth baby"

you whined and grinded your hips harder into his "No, I want your dick in my mouth"

you grinned when he let out a throaty moan, at this point you were practically soaking through your shorts, you slid off his waist and kneeled in between his long legs

you began to lay wet kisses along his neck as you ran your hands down his clothed chest and started to unbutton his pants immediately slipping your hand past the band, you started to rub his bulge through his fortunately thin underwear

"Fuck baby, you make me so fuckin' hard", Steve moaned out, rocking his hips into your palm while you continued to kiss down his body

finally you pulled him from his pants, his thick shaft throbbing in the loose fist you've made around it, you lowered your mouth towards him while sticking your rear out giving him the perfect view of your ass

you made eye contact with his cock, watching as glistening precum leaked from his tip, contentedly you laid moistened kisses along the head then you heard an intake of breath. You looked up to see Steve biting his lip anxiously watching you "Oh shit, don't be a tease"

you giggled, knowing you had a huge amount of control over your best friend, but, you just shrugged, flashing him a smirk, "So what?"

she drooled on his shaft, readying it for her palm which began to stoke him. fast. "All this time you were running off with all those girls while I was here, always ready for you"

"Fuck," Steve let out a low groan, throwing his head against his bed framing "Shit baby, keep goin' like that"

Suddenly you engulfed his cock, trapping him in your mouth, you felt pleasure from the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you even more wet than you already were

"You fuckin' like that dick down your throat, huh?" as if that man could read your mind. He began to thrust his hips into your jaw, taking ahold of your head, "Ah shit choke on my cock, jusstt like that" His thrust were sloppy and rough causing you to gag around him a handful of times, slobber all over your mouth, mascara already fucked out

"Fuck, baby, only sluts like getting their mouth fucked like this, are you a slut?" He asked, still driving his hips past your lips. You hummed around his shaft, but that wasn't enough, you gagged around him one more time before he pulled you off of him, looking at you expectantly "I asked you a question."

you squeezed your thighs together, liking his sudden dominance "y-yes I'm a slut!" You cried out, feeling pleasure from his tight grip

Steve smirked pridefully, "Yeah?", you nodded quickly, just wanting his erect dick back in your mouth, he released his grasp, "Then show me"

In an instant you were back on his cock, focusing on his tip, hollowing your cheeks around him. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started quickly jerking him off making the man above you let out pornographic moans, his head thrown back in pleasure, "Fuck, such a pretty cockslut for me"

His word encouraged you even more, speeding up your movements, bobbing your head as your tongue swirled around him, your empty hand cupped his balls, massaging the flesh in between your fingers, while the other was working around him

Steve's hips began to uncontrollably buck up, your nose repeatedly hitting his pelvis "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, paint your pretty fuckin face with my seed, fuckkk"

He took ahold of your jaw, pulling your mouth off of him before he started pulling on his cock, the fast motion flashing in front of your eyes, you bit your lip "Cum for me Stevie"

"hhung, fuck" Steve came, coating your face in white, the thick liquid making you moan, licking the remainder on your lips, his body jerked in pleasure, loudly moaning out your name

He quickly pulled you up to his mouth, instantly attacking your lips , your tongues tangling together as he slipped his hands past your panties, your shorts long discarded, he sunk his fingers past your wet folds causing you to let out a lusty moan "Holy-Steve!"

His fingers fucked in out of you as his thumb rubbing over your clit, your head dropped into his shoulder and you felt him smirk against your skin "You like my fingers fucking you like this baby?"

"Yes! Steve! I love it, I love it!" your eyes rolled to the back of your head, an earth shattering orgasm taking over your body, you came hard on your friends fingers

Steve could have became hard again, watching you squirm on his fingers with some of his cum still leftover on your face

"Fuck," you let out a heavy breath as you pulled away from his fingers, coming down from your high. You rolled to the side of him, still catching your breath

"Uhm, t-thank you for that?" this big goof was still nervous even after he just fucked your mouth, you just giggled "Thank you for coming on my face"

you looked down to see his dick get harder, you both made eye contact at the same time before you both met in a curvaceous kiss

...

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-m

Thanks for the request lovebug!

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

The Intrusion - Chapter 15

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Our dysfunctional family come together to embrace a second chance at life together and take a more positive outlook on the future.

Word count: 1,119

Warnings: decapitation, body disposal

A/N: This is the final part of this series, which I've had a blast writing. I'm so grateful to those who have been following along, and I've loved reading your comments and reactions. I hope you're satisfied with the ending!

| SIX MONTHS LATER |

"Y/N, catch!" Dean hollered as he threw the machete across the room and you caught it effortlessly, using the momentum of the catch to swing it neatly across the vampire's neck. With a cry, its body fell like a sack of potatoes, while its head rolled to the side. You continued to thrash at the sister vamp, giving her a few punches before you had her pinned against the wall in a position to take her head off.

Glancing up, you noticed Sam getting swamped by the latest arrivals to the nest, so you lunged his direction, kicking the male vamp down and stamping on his back. This gave Sam the chance to break free, tearing the head off another animal before working with you to destroy the one tucked under your booted foot.

"Looks like thats it," the younger Winchester wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and you nodded, looking around with a satisfied pout. Sure, the scene was messy; blood soaked the walls of the barn, and pieces of vamp were everywhere, but it was nice to know that was your doing.

"You good?" you glanced back at Dean, who was wiping spit off his face with a look of disgust that made you chuckle.

"Man those creatures are gross," he grumbled, and you turned back to the scene.

"Better get cleaning up," Sam raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes, scooping up the heads that were scattered around and leaving the boys to do the heavy lifting and haul the bodies outside. An hour later, a nice sized grave had been dug up behind some trees, and what remained of the creatures was tossed inside.

"You wanna do the honours?" Dean held out his zippo and you looked at him wide-eyed, not quite believing your luck. Before he could take it back, you snatched it off him, stepping forward to hover over the bodies. Sam finished dowsing them in petrol, and you flicked the lighter, taking a moment to admire the rippling flame before dropping it on the corpses. You couldn't help but grin down at them as they burned, the heat of the fire making you perspire.

"We go through way too many of those things," Dean grumbled, pissed at having to part with yet another lighter, but smiled once he saw the joy on your face.

"That was a good one," you were chuffed as you attempted to run a hand through your ruffled-up hair, eagerly accepting a beer and joining the brothers on the hood of the Impala. Warming yourselves with the fuel of burning vampires, you cheered to another successful hunt, one of many in the past few months. Any worry that three was a crowd no longer bothered you, as it was obvious the dynamic was untouchable.

Your fighting skills had really improved since you were given the all-clear from your injuries, Cas having healed you fully a week or so after you woke up, and Dean forcing you to stay on bedrest for a few days after that. Since then, you'd thrived in the hunting world, diving straight in and getting hands on. At first, Dean was hesitant and incredibly protective of you, constantly making sure you weren't injured. You knew the Demon fight had effected him bad - once he was no longer scared he might hurt your wounds even more, you'd moved into the same room together and more than often you were forced to wake him from nightmares about that night. There were times when you spent hours cradling him, rocking him back to sleep and reassuring him you were okay. It certainly wasn't an unfair exchange though, as it had taken a while for you to adjust as well, often jumping at any loud noise and becoming too scared to even go outside. You hadn't visited your mother and sister's graves in weeks, and when you finally did, you cried for hours on end in Dean's arms. Thankfully, he'd taken his time with you, encouraging you to go back to the place you'd almost died to reflect. Now, every week, he and sometimes Sam joined you to place flowers and update your family on what had happened in your lives over the past few days.

While on bedrest, you'd gone into research mode, and now you rivalled Sam with your knowledge of the lore. The boys were certainly more the muscle of the operation, but your brains were vital and you could for sure pack a mean punch. Together, you were a brilliant team and had been having great success on recent hunts. Crowley had gone into hiding, but that didn't bother you much. The less you heard from the guy the better as far as you were concerned.

"Hey, you alright?" Dean's arm snaking round your waist jogged you out of your thoughts, and you smiled at him, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm good, just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" you nuzzled into his shoulder as he pulled you in closer.

"This. Us. The future. How things have changed. How I love it."

He snorted and took a sip of beer. "I love it too. I think we compliment each other quite well on the field."

"And in the bedroom," you added under your breath and he chuckled.

"That too, of course."

The fire had died down and the air was crisp. As you finished the last of the beers, the three of you gave a nod that it was time to pack up and head back to the bunker. You gave Sam a hug before embracing Dean tightly.

"See you at home, sweetheart," he kissed you passionately, making your hairs stand on end. No matter how many times he did, it would always send sparks through your body.

"Drive safe boys," you called over your shoulder as you turned away, reaching for your helmet.

"I'll race ya," Dean winked as he climbed in Baby's drivers seat, and you smirked.

"If you dare." You spun around, pulling on your gloves as you settled into the seat of your newly refurbished Harley, giving the engine a loud rev for good measure. You paused for a second, closing your eyes and taking in the moment of bliss. Then, you kicked up the stand, spinning the bike round and zooming past your boyfriend and his brother, who beeped in protest. With a smile permanently planted on your face, you sped down the empty highway into a sunset that promised whisky and gunpowder dreams at your perfect home.

A home you shared with your new family whose intrusion had changed your life forever.

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