#i missed hearing them mumble behind my chair at night

[tetedurfarm]

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[ddiidi]

bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (ot8 mentioned)

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When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself

Pt. 1

Next Pt. 2

!Warnings: angst, fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

Side-Note: I tried something new, I hope y'all like it :3

You and Chan had been dating for good 3 years now and just a few days ago it had been your anniversary and if anything, the past 3 years had been the best years of your life. You guys met when you were put in charge for one of Straykids's album and since then, the two of you grew really close. Of course Chan was a busy person, but he mad time for you whenever he could and never got mad at you for anything. Not even your clingy and sometimes overcaring personality, which had been a big problem in your previous relationships, bothered him. Or so you thought.

You were currently in the Kitchen of your apartment to make yourself breakfast. Chan stayed over last night to which you decieded, it would be for the best to sleep a little longer, and stay longer at work, even though you've still got to pack your things since you'll be moving soon.

You opened the fridge to get out some blueberries and other stuff, when you saw the Lunch made for Chan sitting in it, untouched.

You frowned and took your phone out, to notify him that you'll stop by at the studio to drop it off.

You let out a sigh and put your phone in your bag. I should just get over and drop it off, you thought to yourself and made your way down the hallway, between some boxes you've packed, while waiting for a reply the past hour. You stepped out the door, greeted by the shivering cold winter air and made your way to the studio, with your bag in one and chan's lunch in the other hand.

By the time you arrived at the building, you were freezing cold, mentally cursing yourself for not taking the car. You stepped inside the building, greeted by your co-workers. You gretted them back, making your way to the studio, knocking on the door once. No respond. You knocked twice. Again no respond. You decied to just let yourself in.

When you stepped in the room, you find a busy chan, howering over his Laptop, aggressivly clicking on his keyboard.

"Hey Babe, I texted you earlier but you didn't respond..you forgot your Lunch at my apartment, so I thought I'll bring it over" you said, and put the lunch next to him on his desk, with a smile on your face, which immediately dropped, when he just ignored you. You decided to shrug it off and came behind his chair, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"What are you working on?" No respond. "Chris do you hear what I say?" you ask and stare at him, but he just continues typing on his Lapotop. "Chris-" "Jesus fucking Christ Y/n, can't you just leave me alone?!" He bursted out and turned to you in his chair "But I-" you try to explain, just to be interrupted by him again "DON'T YOU GET THE HINT?!?" he yells, and you instantly stiff "Obviously I'm hearing what you say I'M NOT FUCKING DEAF OKAY?! I'm just ignoring you because I'm trying to have some alone time and do my fucking work without you constantly breathing down my neck!! Can't I just have like 5 minutes of alone time without your clingy ass being right here, next to me, like always asking me stupid questions and breakthing down my neck!?? And your overly caring personality is really getting too much, ever thought I left the Lunch there on purpose??? Or that I don't have time to constantly check my phone because I actually have work to do?????? Get you clingyness under control and LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know if you should say something. You've never seen him like that. He sounded really mad, and you couldn't help but tremble and blinking your eyes so no tears could escape, but they did and didn't get unnoticed by Chan. "And here comes the river.." he sighed out and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You sobbed your cries in and turned around to leave, only mumbling out a weak "I'm sorry..." before rushing out of the room, running towards the exist, when you bump into Felix.

"Um Y/n is everything okay?" he asks, genuily worried but you just smile at him and nod, before hurrying to get home.

You just wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but you couldn't even do that because you had to pack you things.

It's so cruel.

Everything is so cruel.

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[keij0h]

⌗ COME RIGHT BACK ┆ jeonghan

After a tiring session of working, your boyfriend is more than willing to ease you down, in a very certain way.

CAUTION : profanities. smut warning. afab reader. oral f receiving. self indulgent.

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02:14

Your eyes threatened to shut as you glanced at the time, blowing a sigh before slumping deeper into your chair. The silence was sickening, along with the pile of paperwork placed shabbily on your table that hadn't been untouched since the last few hours.

A small thud sound echoed as you laid your head down the table surface, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

Delays aren't really your thing, hence the desiring need to finish everything in one go. Though with your drowsy state, that seemed like the toughest thing to do, considering you put yourself in this whole loop anyway.

Though perhaps you were a bit too weary to even hear the door behind you creaking open. A shiver ran up your spine as you suddenly felt your shoulders being grabbed gently, making you perk up at the sudden warmth.

“Hannie?” you groggily called out, barely making out the familiar figure of your boyfriend behind you through half lidded eyes.

“Yeah, lovey?” he hummed with a vague smile, swiftly turning your swivel chair around to face him as he kneeled down, gently placing both his hands on your face to get a good look at your exhausted state.

He examined you with so much intent, his lashes subtly fluttering as he shifted from your eyes to your lips, leaning in to place a quick peck on them. “You can't sleep here, you'll hurt your back.”

A tired smile crept up your mouth, fighting the urge to yawn. “I have to finish this though. Just go to bed without me, I'll be done soon.”

“You know I can't sleep without you,” Jeonghan argued, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Missed you.”

It wasn't all the time where you'd see him be this desperate, though you also kept in mind that he wasn't one to hold back with what he wanted. And besides, there was no way he was letting the love of his love spend the whole night slouched on the table.

“I don't think I'll be able to sleep anyway,” you breathed out a chuckle, letting your fingers fondle around his hair as he littered soft kisses in your jaw.

“Then I'll give you company..” he mumbled through your neck, not missing the way his voice lowered deftly as you exhaled — a slight idea on where this could be going.

“Baby, I'm tired─”

“Which gives me enough reason to take care of you.” he interrupts, lifting his head to face you again, his hooded eyes showing that hint of lust as you nipped on your lip.

“Please, baby?” he pleaded softly, running a hand through your exposed thighs, his thumb playing with the fabric of your shorts. “You trust me, right?”

“With my whole life.” you added firmly, nodding in emphasization. The sides of Jeonghan’s mouth tugging into a smile, taking it as a clear answer to get started.

“Just relax, alright?” he mumbled while placing a kiss on your temple, gently pushing you back to let you lean further in your seat as he remained in his kneeling position. “Gonna make you feel good.”

You softly flinched as you felt his hand slightly lift your thigh, leaning down to place chaste kisses on the soft flesh as he reached up to pull down on your silk shorts until it reached the heel of your foot, letting it fall on the floor.

Your breath heaved in anticipation, watching as he busied himself between your legs, taking his delicate time on placing open-mouth kisses in your inner thighs, the heat on your core intensifying.

Your hand found its way on the top of his head, biting back a mewl as the pad of his fingers caressed your clothed; damp pussy, gently dragging in circles, making you squirm under his touch.

“Han..” you sigh out, an amused glint present in Jeonghan’s eyes as he swirled his fingers around, his free hand tugging down on the material of your panties, pulling it off in one go.

“Always so pretty for me.” he coos, taking in the sight of your glistening cunt. You sucked in a breath as you felt his thumb drag over your folds, tenderly spreading it with his ring and middle finger before leaning down to run his tongue right in the middle.

“Shit.” you whined, subconsciously grinding your hips up for more friction, Jeonghan’s grip getting firm to steady you as his tongue pushed a bit further in you. “Oh— fuck, yes..”

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice sending a wave of a similar shaky sensation in you. You watched through half lidded eyes as he lapped you up. He looked so pretty. Your legs were over his shoulders while his eyes were closed, leaving his mouth agape and tongue out, the sloppy; wet sounds adding more to the lasciviousness of the sight.

“S-so good.” you managed to stutter out, his wet muscle flicking against your clit, forcefully pushing his head down, your lewd juices now starting to drip down to his chin. “More, baby, please..”

All the tense agony you had earlier had now seemingly disappeared, now replaced with a feeling of bliss as all you could muster are soft moans and whines of his name.

“I.. y-you’re gonna─”

“Mhm? ‘m gonna make you cum?” he panted, rubbing his fingers rapidly over your bundle of nerves as you cried out, his hot breath making you perk up. “Right on my face, lovey.”

“Oh, god—”

Your eyes rolled back in delight, simultaneously pulling on the strands of Jeonghan’s hair, earning a groan from him. “Just like that.. ah, fuck.”

You could barely hear the small babbles you gave, finding it hard to even open your eyes as his tongue did wonders, making you feel so full despite clenching at nothing. He indeed kept his word, he’d make you feel so good.

“Han— shit, ‘m so close.” you practically begged, almost suffocating him between your thighs as you got closer and closer to your release.

Another hum emitted from him, that being your last straw as he picked up the pace of his tongue, shuddering as you moaned out, the knot on your stomach faltering while you released right on his mouth. With the amount of pleasure, you barely noticed Jeonghan lapping everything up, leaving nothing but the glistening sight of your swollen clit.

“God, I love you..” you breathlessly say, almost incoherently as you throw your head back, earning a soft chuckle from Jeonghan. He stood up from his kneeling position, wiping the excess liquids on his chin with the back of his hand before leaning over you, wasting no time in pressing a deep kiss over your lips.

It was all the truth though. You love him, and this whole image taking place was a great explanation on why. He can be a little shit at times, but honestly, he’d do everything for the sake of your pleasure. And you were in no place to complain.

“Baby,” you pull away, laughing. “I can literally taste myself.”

Meanwhile, a smirk went up to his face, not missing the way he bit his bottom lip — that was still a bit swollen from all the meddling he did.

“Uhuh?” he hummed, kissing the corner of your lips. “Heavenly, right?”

a/n : I’m feeling major homesickness rn so I just needed the excuse to write the comfort I need as of now 👊🏻 hope this does the same to whoever’s reading. <3

and apparently, I’ve reached 1k+ likes?? that’s insane and thank you thank you thank YOUUU to everyone who helped me gain that. 😽

[miniwheat77]

Tight. (Mean!Keegan x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Keegan being a meanie, rough sex, hate sex, unprotected p in v sex, sorry if I missed any.

This is not edited give me a break lmao

You flinch slightly as he passes by you, body going rigid.

You cross your arms, nervously passing by him. You hate that he’s able to do this to you.

He’s mean to you. No matter what you do, he hates it. He’s cruel and it’s worse when there’s no one around. You hurry into your room to avoid him anymore. You don’t know what you did, but he hates you.

When you were first on base, you were happy. You loved being in the military and you loved helping people. Until now. His hatred for you made you bitter and cold. Waking up was tiring and miserable and sometimes you just wish you hadn’t. Seeing him, hearing what he had to say. All of it. It was sickening.

You really liked Keegan at first. You tried your hardest to get on his good side. Nothing you did ever seemed to work. Eventually you just gave up.

A sigh leaves your lips. Wiping your tired eyes. You had to trade for watch soon and you weren’t ready.

You stood up, looking out your door to make sure the hallway was clear, you didn’t want to run into Keegan anymore tonight.

You made your way down the hallway, closing your door behind you. You exit through the large metal door and make your way across base to the watch tower. Making your way up the stairs to relieve the last person on watch.

He thanked you before going back down the stairs you had just come up. It was basically a room full of cameras up in a watch tower, meant for watching everything. “Hey, before I go.” He stops just as he’s out of your sight, coming back inside. “Keegan was telling me a little bit about you.” He smiles. He’s standing with his back to the door, closing it. You notice his fingers twist the lock on it. The hair on your body stands up and you stand up from your chair, resting your hand on your sidearm. “If Keegan said it, I’m sure it’s not true.” You mumble. “He was just saying that you like to… get around. Was thinking maybe since nobody will be up here for a couple hours.” He shrugs, tugging the zipper down on his vest. “What he said wasn’t true. I’m not interested.” You say quickly. “Oh come on.. is it me?” He breathes. Taking a step toward you. You raise your shirt up to reveal your gun. “I said I’m not interested. I won’t say it again.” You breathe. He raises his hands up, a laugh leaving his lips. “Alright. Suit yourself. Thought I’d try my luck.” He mumbles. Taking a step back. “He said you were a slut, thought you’d be easier.” He laughs. Disappearing through the door finally. As soon as he’s gone, you’re rushing to lock the door. Sighing in relief. What the fuck was that?

Tears burn your eyes as you sit down, letting your head hang. You can’t help them as they fall. You were so defeated, and so fucking angry.

You wipe your eyes, regaining your composure for a minute before picking up your radio. “Hey, Maria, can you cover my watch for me early? I’ve got a headache and think I need to go see a medic.” You call to her over the radio. “No problem.”

You hurry down the steps, not wanting to be spotted by her. Keegan always spent his time in the mechanic shop on base, he got along with the mechanic and liked learning new things. Most likely he’d be there. It was late, but he didn’t sleep well during the night. You rush across the base, ankles burning from fast walking as you burst through the door to the shop. There’s only one Humvee currently inside. Keegan is sitting at the desk, working on some kind of paperwork. You startle him slightly when you barge through the door, making him look up. He stands up when he sees you. “What are you doing here?” He mumbles. “Fuck you.” You seethe. You pause, the tears slip from your eyes before you even start talking, you want to hold them back but you can’t. Not anymore. Your feet are planted on the ground a few feet away from him. “I just had someone come onto me in the goddamn watch tower because of you. Because of what you keep saying about me.” Your voice is unsteady. “I don’t know what the fuck I ever did you to Keegan, but I can’t fucking take it anymore. You win.” You spit. “You’re so fucking dramatic.” He mumbles. “Dramatic?” You freeze. You turn to him. “You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell since I met you.” Your voice is quiet and serious. “I used to love this. I used to love knowing that I was helping people. I used to love every second of a mission, getting to meet civilians of all kinds, seeing all parts of the world and looking at peace through the violence. Now? I dread every single second of every single mission, because of you. I pray that I’ll die on them. Get shot, or stabbed. Just so that I don’t have to see your face. When we have to parachute out to reach a mission? I pray that my parachute doesn’t open. You’ve made my life a living hell, you’ve ruined me. So yeah, you win Keegan. Maybe that makes me dramatic but it’s the truth. I hate you. I hate you so goddamn much that it hurts.” Tears stream freely from your eyes. “Okay? What do you want me to say hm?” He breathes. “Why. Why do you do it?” He can’t lie, the heartbreak you feel unsettles him a little bit. “Because. You think you’re so perfect. You think that everything is all fine and dandy. The military isn’t for pathetic people like you. I mean.. look at you?” He laughs.

“So.. because I choose to see the good in everything, I deserve to be torn down? Treated like shit?” You’re moving closer to him. He laughs. “I’m sorry that not everyone can be a miserable sack of shit like you.” You growl. A gasp leaves your lips when he grasps you by your throat, backing you up and slamming you up against the wall by the desk. “Watch your fucking mouth.” He growls. A whimper leaves your lips. “Fuck you.” You seethe. He tightens his grip. You try to swallow but can’t. “Do your fucking worst, you can’t hurt me any-“ he cuts off the rest of your oxygen, watching you turn red. His eyes are fixed on your lips and you look confused. He lets go, hearing you take in a deep breath. He moves closer to you, looking at your eyes before they flicker to your lips.

You’ve got to be delusional.

He grits his teeth, hand shaking as it sits at your throat. “You’re pathetic.” He growls. “Little bunny can’t even take a joke.” He chuckles. You try to push him back, but he forces you back even harder. “I hate you too, you know. Everyone fucking likes you and they don’t know how fucking pathetic you are.” He shakes his head.

“You feel good? Does treating me like shit make you feel good? You’re the pathetic one here. You spend every second of every day making someone else’s life hell because you’re so unhappy in your ow-“

His lips are what cut you off. You freeze for a second, and despite every nerve in your body telling you to force him off of you, you kiss him back. He kisses you hard, forcing his tongue into your mouth, he’s got his mask pushed up to the bridge of his nose. He tightens his grip on your throat unintentionally as he kisses you, like you’ll slip away from his grasp. He lets go of your throat finally, lowering his hand to grope your breasts, hearing you gasp into his mouth. When he pulls away, you take in a sharp breath. Seeing the way you’re looking at him makes him regret it. The loving stare you always have. Intensified by his touch.

He reaches lower, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Once your lower half is completely exposed to him, he shoves some of the stuff on the desk to the side. Lifting you up and setting you on the desk. He hurries to unbutton his own pants, tugging them just low enough to expose himself. You’re still staring him down, lips parted slightly. “Stop looking at me like that.” He growls.

“What?” You breathe, “like you like me. You should hate me.” He growls. Lining himself up with your entrance. He tugs you closer to the edge of the desk, pushing himself into your entrance, hearing you gasp. “Oh fuck- you’re fucking tight,” he growls. Your eyes move from his face to where the both of you connect. Watching him slide into the cavern between your legs. You can’t peel your eyes away from him, your body betrays you for him. “Keegan-“ you whine. “The door-“ you gasp, clutching onto the desk. “Shut up.” He growls. “Let them see us.” He pants. He’s got a death grip on your thighs, the desk making an awful screech with each thrust he takes into you. The metal scratching the concrete. You try to be quiet, but it’s hard. As much as you hate to admit it, he feels good. Sliding up against parts of you that’ve been completely untouched. He stimulates parts of you that you didn’t know existed, you didn’t know you needed this. You can feel something building in your lower stomach.

You know that you should push him away, feel disgusted for letting him have something so intimate. You’ll be another notch on his belt, he’ll return to being the asshole that he is. The cry that leaves your lips interrupting your thoughts, you sit up, holding yourself tight. You’re watching him slide into you, seeing your arousal build at the base of his cock. You go quiet and that’s when he’s concerned. Seeing you staring between the both of you. You don’t push him away, so he keeps going. Your breathing picks up, but you can’t tear your eyes away from it. You’re having sex with him, with Keegan. Your eyes finally flicker up to his face and he laughs. “Thought I lost you in there for a second.” He mumbles. Gritting his teeth. You say nothing, breath catching in your throat. “Look at you. So fucking dumb because of my cock.” The knot that’s wound up in your stomach is about to snap. “Keegan- I-“ you breathe. You can’t even finish your sentence, your body lurching hard as you cum, his eyes widening when you soak his cargo pants. Your eyes roll back, knuckles turning white as you hold onto the desk. “That’s it. Cum on my fucking cock.” He growls. You’re gripping onto him tight, sending him right into his own orgasm, hearing loud moans and whimpers leave his lips as he reaches his peak. He fills you up to the hilt, teeth gritted as he fucks you to ride out your high. Enjoying the way you tense up at the way he overstimulates you.

You’re quiet when he pulls out of you, whining at the loss of you wrapped around him. His filth spills back out of you, and he bites his lip when he sees it. He adjusts his mask when he steps back from you.

You move quickly to slide your pants back on, quickly putting your boot back on. You take in a breath to say something to him, but stop yourself. He’s got his back turned to you to clean himself up, and that’s when you take your opportunity to leave. He hears your footsteps and assumes you going to get something. Whipping around when he hears the door open. He sees your arm shutting the door behind you. He sighs. “Goddamnit Y/N.” He mumbles, buttoning his pants and fixing the desk.

—

The following day, he can’t seem to find you. He’s been looking all day. Finally, you emerge into the hallway from your Captain’s office into the hallway. “Well. If you really think that’s what you want, we’ll set you up an appointment and fill out the paperwork for a transfer.” He nods. You smile nervously. “We’re really going to miss you, and between here and there, I hope you’ll change your mind. You’re a good Sergeant Y/N.” He nods, passing by Keegan. Your eyes follow him, and your smile fades when you see Keegan standing there. He’s staring back at you. You tear your eyes away from his, turning and making your way to your room.

You step inside, closing the door behind you with a sigh.

He opens it and steps inside, startling you. He closes it behind himself, locking it. “You’re not going.” He breathes. You stay quiet. “Keegan. You need to leave.” You finally say after a minute. “No. You’re not going. If you go, I’ll follow you.” He breathes. “Wherever you go, I’ll find a way to be there with you. Don’t care what it is or where.”

“You can’t. You’ve done enough.”

He growls at your response, stepping closer to you. “You’re not going. No.” He shakes his head. He grasps his mask, tugging it off. “No. You’re staying.” You close your eyes as he moves closer. “Nobody will touch you like I can.” He breathes. You clench your eyes tighter. “You saw the way your body reacted to mine. I made you cum on me, I filled your pussy with my cum.” He breathes. “Stop-“ you flinch. “You loved it.” He mumbles, he’s backed you up into the wall behind you. “Keegan stop.” You breathe. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” He breathes, pressing his hand to your throat but not being rough. “Nobody will fuck you like I did. Nobody will understand you.”

“You’re wrong. I can’t live like this.”

“Give yourself to me completely and things will change.” He breathes.

“You call me a slut, I’m not doing this.” You push him back but he forces you back. “You are doing this.” He grits his teeth. “I know, I know I don’t say the right things. I didn’t mean it. I just.. you’re so fucking perfect and I can’t.. but you.. you let me fuck you. You let me touch you.” He closes his eyes. “Don’t go.” He breathes.

Your eyes prick with tears and you keep your eyes closed because you know if you see his eyes you’ll change your mind. “Stay.” He breathes. His breath is warm on your face as he holds you there. “You have to stop. If I stay.” You breathe. “You have to stop saying what you say about me.”

“I can do that.” He sighs. Running his hand between your legs. “But I’m going to be rough with you.. I have to be rough with your pussy if you want me to be nice.” He breathes. You go tense as he touches you. You sigh. You don’t know what to do. You feel his lips against yours once again, and you know you won’t be able to stay away if you kiss back.

You’re delusional. He’s played mind games with you. What is happening?

You can’t help it, melting right into him, kissing him back.

Here you go, spiraling out of control once again.

[jazzyoranges]

Late nights - drabble

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: sorry anon, i accidentally deleted the request 😓 but they asked for me to write a fic with tara in fem!reader’s hoodie (aka cuddly tara strikes again)

Words: 0.9k

A/n: hopefully a lil something to get me out of my writing slump. let’s hope this isn’t too bad considering i haven’t written in a few months 😅

You really didn’t mean to be out for so long

First your boss asks you to do one favor, then another, and next thing you know you’re at work for 4 hours more than you’re supposed to be. The asshole didn’t even pay you for all the extra shit you did! You made a mental note to go job hunting this week.

Maybe the gay club was looking for a stripper? Nah. Your girlfriend would get jealous

So you were angry. Angry about your paycheck

Next a few storm clouds roll up that night. Of course you forget to bring your rain jacket that day. Not to mention, rain feels like hail stones when you’re on your motorcycle. Apparently it’d be a cold day in hell before you dressed right for the weather

So along with being angry, you were cold and wet. Shitty might’ve been the lightest way you could’ve described your day

At least you could come home to your wonderful girlfriend in an apartment of your own. It took lots of convincing and hundreds of game nights to convince Sam to even accept the idea of you and Tara being alone together. Fortunately you were blessed with patience and homosexuality — two things that could withstand Sam’s will to protect her sister

Was the older Carpenter’s place on the floor right above you and Tara’s?

…

Yes. Yes it was.

But if it made your girlfriend and her sister happy, you had no reason to not be as well. Other than the elevator that never fucking worked but that was out of their hands

Your shirt and hair were absolutely soaked in rainwater by the time you reached your apartment door. The was a small trail of water behind you from where you walked but that might’ve been the least of your concerns. Fishing around in your damp pants for your keys, you fortunately find them without much effort

Opening the door with as little energy you can, you lock the door behind you and triple check you locked it just like Sam told you

Not wasting any time you slide off your wet shirt in the middle of your living room, throwing it on a chair and missing the younger Carpenter waiting on the couch for you half asleep

“Baby?” Tara rubs her eyes. You stand in the middle of your hallway like a deer in headlights. You were awfully vulnerable while wet and almost naked. Who knew.

Before you can respond, there’s shuffling behind you then something weighted and warm on your back. Tara’s leaning into you with her arms around your torso while you’re wet and almost naked in the middle of your hallway. What a sight.

“Why were you so late? You’re working tonight…” Your girlfriend’s hand dips a bit below your waistband and you have to resist the urge to shiver. From the cold? From Tara? Only god knew

“My boss had me do extra shit. I’ll find a different job that doesn’t have me out so late” You turn around to face Tara while her arms were still around you “I promise”

The younger Carpenter only hums into your chest without any sign of moving. So you don’t. It gives you the chance to really soak in the moment along with the rainwater on your skin. You only pull away when your girlfriend also starts to shiver

Of course she’s wearing nothing but a hoodie

Specifically, Tara’s wearing nothing but your hoodie

“How long have you been fighting sleep? Go to bed, love” You pick up your girlfriend with her legs wrapped around your waist and her arms loosely thrown around your neck

“Since you decided you hated me” Tara mumbles into your shoulder

“When was that?”

“When you didn’t come home on time”

“And I gave you a reason why I was late”

“Which doesn’t excuse you, because you could’ve hurried up” Tara plays with your bra strap as you stop walking toward your shared bedroom

“What I’m hearing is, you don’t want to take a late night shower with me? Even after a long day of work, where you could help me de-stress?” You say with a certain smugness in your voice

Your girlfriend whips her head up at your offer but you’ve already made it to your shared bed, not wasting a second to plop her down

“Waitbabypleaseididn’tmeanit-“ You’re already in the bathroom as Tara’s trying to scramble to you

“What? Sorry, love! Can’t hear you over the shower”

You had a childhood cat that always followed you around when you were younger. Tara reminded you of when your cat would scratch at the door whenever you went to the bathroom. Your girlfriend even had the scratching down just like your cat

When you were about to hop in the bath for a quick shower, something stops you from getting in. The imagery alone that Tara is probably leaning against the door waiting for you to get out is enough to pull at your heartstrings

You weren’t mean. You missed Tara as much as she missed you. It’s why she always wore your hoodies and you always took her shirts that fit you

So against your better judgment and the water bill you’re going to have to take Advil for, you unlock the bathroom door but you don’t open it

You’re both in the shower and you’re in Tara less than a second later

[janeyseymour]

Save Me Before I Lose Myself- part 3

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: Your wife finds the note Melissa gave you, because... of course she does.

WC: ~2.7k

Carrie is back at her position sitting at the head of the table typing furiously on her laptop when you walk in with Millie excitedly telling you about how much she adored what they did in Miss Schemmenti’s classroom today.

It’s clear your wife is not happy about the disruption and noise that you bring into the house- but what is she expecting? Millie is seven, of course she’s excitable about what she’s been doing at school. And you can not comprehend how she could ever think of your daughter as a disruption. Sure, you sometimes have to put things on pause in order to take care of whatever your little girl wants, but isn’t that what being a parent is supposed to be?

“Amelia, quiet,” is all your wife states as your daughter kicks her shoes off at the front door with a loud giggle, followed by an “Oops! Sorry Momma!”

Millie immediately goes silent, and she shoots you an apologetic look, and you sigh heavily before making your way further into the house.

“Hi, honey,” you whisper as you lean forward to kiss her. It nearly repulses you to do that. You hate her at this point, and if it weren’t for Millie, you wouldn’t still be with her. There’s no damn way. But, Millie needs… well, she might actually do better without Carrie in her life at this point. You can’t find it in you to get away though. Because you know the repercussions, and then you might not always have your little girl. Despite the fact that Carrie pretty much despises your daughter’s mere existence (despite the fact that she is the one who carried her and gave birth to her- and you truly believe that may be part of the reason she has such a distain for the sweet little girl you have), you know your wife would somehow manage to get shared custody. You don’t know which is worse- having to put up with your abusive wife’s behaviors, or worrying about your daughter when it isn’t your time with her. 

“Glad to see you can do one thing right,” Carrie rolls her eyes, not so much as kissing you back. 

“Th-thank you,” you mumble and kiss her temple. “I’m going to get Millie set up with her homework for tonight, but then I’ll be back to make dinner, okay?”

Your wife just huffs. You’re not really sure what to do. “Or I can start dinner and have her do her homework after?”

“I don’t give a shit what you do.”

You sigh softly and make your way to the cabinets to prepare dinner again. Once dinner is in the oven, you help Millie with the math homework that Melissa had assigned at the dining room table, and then you’re plating dinner. You set three platters out on the dining room table, one in front of your wife, when she stands abruptly.

“That looks awful,” is all she tells you before walking away. You can hear her climbing the steps a few seconds later.

“It looks yummy, Momma,” Millie tells you softly. She gives you a warm smile that melts away some of the ice in your heart. 

“Thank you, baby,” you give her a tired smile. “Eat up, hun.”

Your little girl follows your soft order, and a few minutes later Carrie appears again in an entirely different outfit.

“I’m going out.”

“I thought you would stay for dinner?” you ask quietly. “I made your favorite.”

“And I told you it looks awful.” She grabs her purse from her chair and leaves without another word.

“I love you,” you call after her, although you know those words are said out of habit, the meaning behind them lost long ago. You don’t get a response. 

It’s not easy getting your daughter ready for bed that night. She downright refuses to sleep in her own room. So you allow her to curl up on your chest in your own room once you’ve changed and prepared yourself for bed. Carrie still isn’t home.

“Is Mom coming home tonight?” Millie asks you quietly as she twirls your hair in her fingers.

“I’m sure she is,” you tell her quietly. “But I think my little girl needs to catch some shut eye if we’re going to be up and out of the house on time again for school.”

Your daughter yawns against you. “I don’t want her to come home. I wish it was just me and you.”

You briefly pause the circular motion your hand is making on Millie’s back as you take in what she said. How are you supposed to respond to that? You have no idea. So you don’t. You just begin to softly sing, knowing your voice is always able to lull the seven year old to sleep. It’s always been that way- from the time you and Carrie brought her home from the hospital. 

It doesn’t take long for your daughter’s soft snores to fill the air, and only then do you allow the damn to break, and you begin to cry in earnest. Your body is wracked with silent sobs that you force yourself to choke down, lest you wake your little girl while you’re like this. She would not fall asleep again that night if she woke up to you in this state. How did your life come to this? How did your life become a hole in the ground that you can’t see out of- that you feel like you’re being buried alive in? How did you become a shell of the woman that you used to be? 

Eventually exhaustion takes over, and your brain finally slows down enough for you to fall asleep. Carrie still isn’t home.

Meanwhile, Melissa is desperately searching for ways to help you. Logically, she knows what Barbara said is true- she can’t fully step in unless you admit it all and ask for help, or Millie is in danger and child protective services needs to be called. Good God does she pray that the latter never comes. She’s had a soft spot for your daughter from the beginning, a bright shining light with the sweetest smile and kindest soul- and that was before she knew everything that was happening behind closed doors. That doesn’t mean she can stop trying to figure out ways to help support you in any way she can. She’s up late into the night researching what to say to you, what to avoid saying to you, how to get you to see that what is happening is not okay (she’s fairly certain you’re aware of that, and she spends a long time contemplating what could keep you from leaving), and how to just generally show you that she is on your side and will help be there for you in any way she can. When push comes to shove, Melissa can do everything she can to help you through this less than ideal (hellish) situation, but only you can make the decision to leave. The hardheaded woman silently promises herself that she’ll take a better approach to this situation now that she’s more informed. Starting tomorrow, she’ll treat you as the many websites had instructed her to.

Carrie comes home that night smelling of booze, cigarettes, and the perfume of another woman. She stumbles her way into the room in such a way that despite the fact that you are utterly exhausted, you still wake with a small jolt. You immediately pull Millie closer to you, gripping her a bit tighter. Your eyes stay closed.

Your wife continues on in her drunken state, grumbling about how she can’t wait to take off her damned bra. You hear her clothing being thrown into the laundry bin, and then as she’s stumbling over to the bed, she falls. She falls over the jeans that you had haphazardly discarded from your body while getting ready for bed. The sticky note that your daughter’s teacher had given you earlier in the day just barely sticks out of your back pocket, but the lime green color stands out amongst the midst of the darkness.

Carrie pulls the note out of your pocket, looks it over, and sees absolute red. Before you know what’s happening, your already bruised over cheek stings more than it already has been. Your eyes fly open, and a sharp cry falls from your lips.

“What the fuck is this?” your wife screams in your face.

If Millie wasn’t woken by your small shout, she certainly is awake now. Her eyes snap open.

“Millie, go to your room,” you get out quickly. “Now.”

“What the fuck is this?” Carrie continues to loom over you, and you know that whatever is about to happen to you is not going to be good. Your wife is too intoxicated to notice that your daughter is in your arms. That, or she has taken notice to it and just doesn’t seem to care anymore.

“Amelia, now!” you shout when the little girl only clings to you tighter. You pry her off of you and practically force her off the bed. She runs out of the room quickly.

Millie doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what to do. Your phone is in your room with you, and the landline has been gone since the telephone company tried to raise your rates. She can’t do anything as much as she might want to. You would flip if she tried to leave the house in order to get help, and she knows she can’t enter the room again. Not with the urgency that you rushed her out of there with. She’s helpless, absolutely helpless. She can’t help you. Tears begin to pour down her face as she makes her way to her bedroom, desperately searching for her headphones to drown out the sounds of your cries and pleas for it to stop.

“Who the fuck is Melissa, and how long has this been going on?!” Carrie shouts out you, enraged. She throws your already sore body to the ground. “What the fuck?!” The lamp from her side of the bed very narrowly misses your head and shatters against the wall.

“It’s nobody!” you insist.

“Then why the fuck is she telling you she’s here when you’re ready?! Are you planning on leaving me?!”

“N-no,” you stammer out. “No. Carrie, I love you. I would never. I would never.”

“Then what the fuck does she want?!”

You bite the bullet. “It’s Millie’s teacher,” is all you can get out before your wife flies into another fit of rage.

“You’re fucking her teacher?!”

“No!” you cry. “She was just letting me know that if I need help with transportation for Millie, she’s here to help!”

Somehow, by some Grace of God, that gets through to her. You had thought with your weak excuse for that note, you would only be struck harder. “What?”

“She- she knows that sometimes my boss holds me later than he should,” you manage to grit out as you pick yourself up from the floor. “I- I don’t even know why she signed it ‘Melissa’ and not ‘Miss Schemmenti’.” That part of your statement is truthful. 

Carrie’s face falls. Her eyes turn soft, the softness that she used to look at you with appears for the first time in a long time. “Y- you’re not cheating on me?”

“No,” you sigh softly as you sit down on the bed gingerly. You grimace. You had hit your tailbone on the floor in the midst of your wife’s rage. That’s going to hurt tomorrow. You bite your tongue and don’t mention that while you would never cheat- you’re certain Carrie is cheating on you, and probably with multiple women.

“I- I’m sorry,” Carrie whispers as she crawls onto the bed next to you and pulls you into her arms. She kisses your temple gently, like she used to back when things were good.

You shrug and look at her with blank eyes. “It’s okay.”

It’s far from okay, and you know that. But if you say anything else, you know it will only turn into flames again.

“L- let’s just go to bed.”

So, you do. You lay down, and she holds you tenderly. She kisses the back of your neck lightly. You have to fight the hurt and anger that you want to let out. Instead of fighting or rolling away from her, you close your eyes.

Your alarm clock goes off far earlier than you had hoped. You groan in pain at the soreness all over your body. Your tailbone hurts like hell. But life doesn’t stop, and motherhood certainly will never give you a break, so you limp your way down the hall to Millie’s room.

When you expect to see your daughter asleep surrounded by the mountain of stuffed animals that she insists on keeping on her bed, you find her mattress bare. Your heart flies into your throat for a split second, before you see just the tips of her toes peeking out from under the bed.

Grunting as you lower yourself to the floor, you see that she’s sprawled out on the ground with a singular blanket laying over her, and her headphones planted firmly over her ears. Gently, so as not to startle her, you begin to rub what you can reach of her calf to wake her. You hear a soft groan before wide blue eyes meet your own.

“Mill,” you sigh softly.

“Momma!” she cries as she rips off her headphones and scrambles out from under her bed and comes barreling for you.

Instinctively, you put your arms up defensively. “Millie, no!”

Your daughter freezes. You’ve never denied her a morning snuggle before. “Momma?” Her tone absolutely shatters your heart.

“I’m okay,” you tell her. “Just sore.”

She frowns. “C-can I cuddle, or no?”

“Just very gentle, please,” you say softly. “And only for a few minutes. We have to be getting ready for school soon. I promised Miss Schemmenti I would get you there on time and pick you up on time.”

This morning is a stark contrast to what your mornings usually are. Millie is quiet. She’s not the happy little girl that she usually is in the early day. She doesn’t twirl around and giggle when she puts on her skirt like always. You know she knows what happened last night. You can only pray she doesn’t say anything to her teacher today about what happened.

She doesn’t even have to ask you to walk into the school with her. You know that after what took place, if you don’t obediently take her in as she silently pleads, it will be waterworks galore. So you limp your way into the building, down the halls, and into the second grade classroom.

Millie doesn’t greet her teacher. Instead, she clings to you as you lead her over to her desk. Melissa watches the strange behaviors closely.

“I’ll be back to pick you up at the end of the day,” you promise your little girl with a kiss pressed to the side of her head. 

You stand up straight, not even hiding the pain that you’re in. You turn to face the desk that her teacher was sitting in just mere seconds ago, although she isn’t there. Instead, she’s in front of you.

“Y/N,” the redhead says softly. “If I could talk to you in the hallway for a second?”

You brace yourself for the berating that you know you’re bound to get when you enter the hall. Instead, you’re met with a warmth that you’ve only recently seen. Melissa begins to speak just how the guides had told her to. About halfway through, you stop her gently.

“Please,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill over. “Please, stop trying to help me.”

“Why would I do that?” she asks you quietly, almost in a hurt way.

“B-because,” you sigh softly. “Because it’s only hurting me.” And with that, you turn on your heel, and you limp out of the building. Melissa can only watch, mouth agape, as she tries to decipher what that could possibly mean.

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[lemoncrushh]

Too Long

Summary: It's been too long since you and Harry have had sex.

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1510

A/N: From my 2016 collection. Real Harry x reader.

"Well, that was fun," you said sarcastically as you unbuckled your shoes and pulled them off your feet.

"It was alright," muttered Harry. He stood near you, unbuttoning his shirt before shrugging out of it and tossing it in the laundry hamper.

You huffed out a breath as you rose from the bed, reaching behind yourself to unzip your dress. When you couldn't quite reach it, you quickly gave up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

The fact that Harry was oblivious to your attitude just made things worse. This was the third party you'd been to in less than a month. You understood Harry was a busy guy, and normally you would have been glad and even excited to join him at these functions. But now it seemed like you were only going because it was the only chance you got to be with him. You hadn't had any time alone with him in you didn't know how long except for the sporadic late nights when you'd decided to wait up for him on the sofa only to have him come home too exhausted to even have a conversation, let alone anything else. He'd mumbled something like "sorry, love, 'm goin' t'bed" before climbing the stairs, leaving you disappointed and sexually frustrated.

The parties weren't much of a consolation. You spent most of the evening making the rounds, chatting with some people you'd met before, some you hadn't. But the conversations were usually all the same, and in the end you just wished you were at home watching a movie in bed.

You'd washed off your makeup and were brushing your teeth when you finally noticed your shoulders were shaking from silent sobs. You missed him. You miss him so much it hurt. His lips, his hands on your body, his breath on your face. You knew he loved you, but sometimes you wondered if he missed you too.

Spitting out your toothpaste and wiping your mouth on a towel, you opened the bathroom door to find Harry sitting on the chair in the corner of the bedroom, his jeans still on, his boots next to his socked feet. He was leaning forward, his head in his hand. When he didn't look up as you approached, you figured he hadn't heard you.

"Could you..." you began, your words faltering when he lifted his gaze. His mouth was pursed in a deep frown, and you thought you detected a hint of wetness in his eyes.

"What?" he asked softly.

You cleared your throat and turned around. "Would you mind helping me with this zipper?"

"Oh, sure," you heard him say.

You let out a sigh as you felt his fingers maneuver the zipper on your dress, pulling it down slowly.

"Thanks," you mumbled, ready to walk to the closet when Harry's hands on your waist stopped you, pulling you backwards. He wrapped his arms around you as you fell onto his lap, his head on your shoulder.

"Baby..." he whined, his lips dragging across your skin, "I miss you."

Your hands grabbed his arms at your stomach.

"What?" you sounded. Although you knew what he'd said, you just wanted to hear him confirm it.

"I miss you so much," he repeated, pulling you even closer to him.

You shifted slightly in his lap to look at him. "Really?"

"God, yes," he replied, taking your face in his hands. Bringing his mouth to yours, he kissed you gently . "I'm sorry I've been so busy. I haven't meant to neglect you...to neglect us."

"Harry..." you whispered, suddenly at a loss for words.

"I know you don't wanna go to these things," he continued.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands. "It's not that. I just-"

"I know," Harry nodded, the pads of his thumbs tracing circles on your cheeks. "It's been too long."

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. Biting your bottom lip, you whispered, "Yeah."

Your eyes still shut, you felt Harry's hand leave your face and travel down your neck to the strap of your dress. As he slid it across your shoulder, his lips met your skin once more, giving you chills of excitement. You turned around again so that your back was to him while he held back your hair and kissed your neck. Harry slid down the other strap of your dress so that it fell down to your waist, revealing your breasts. Your hands gripped the arms of the chair when he cupped them, his mouth sucking on the tender skin below your ear. You let out a tiny moan as he took your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, pinching them slightly.

"I want you," you heard him growl in your ear, his breath tickling you and igniting your senses.

With a small sound rising from your throat, you stood from the chair, letting your dress drop to the floor. Then turning around, you faced Harry, a look in his eyes that you hadn't seen in weeks. His perfect lips were slightly parted, almost in a pout and it took you only a second to crawl back onto his lap, straddling him and covering his mouth with yours.

"I want you, too," you whispered in between kisses.

Harry's hands roamed up your thighs to the sides of your lacy underwear. He urged them down with his fingers until you broke from the kiss to stand again, shimmying out of them. You took the opportunity to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers while he helped you until they were in a pile on the floor with your dress. You licked your lips as you took a second to admire his erection before returning to your perch above him.

"God, you're sexy," he groaned, taking your nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl over and around it.

You moaned again as you began to grind against him, the need to feel him inside you growing stronger with every movement.

"Shit," Harry breathed. "You're so fucking wet."

With a nod, you lifted your hips and took his hard cock in your hand, aiming it at your center. As always, Harry let you slide down slowly, adjusting to his size until you reached his hip bone. You gulped in a breath before gently lifting up, riding him at an easy pace.

Your hands on his shoulders, you gazed into his gorgeous green eyes. They spoke volumes as you simply watched each other in silence, your hips pumping slowly. Finally, Harry brushed your hair off your shoulder, sliding his hand under your ear.

"Kiss me," he requested.

You happily obliged, slipping your tongue inside to meet his. You felt his other hand grip your hip tightly as he moaned against your mouth. You began to move a little faster which made his fingers dig into your skin deeper.

"Oh, baby, I missed you," he sighed, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Me too," you whispered.

"You feel so fucking good," he blinked.

"I know," you half teased.

Harry chuckled, nuzzling your neck and biting your shoulder.

"Yeah, you do," he agreed, lifting his head to look at you again. He wore that smirk that always did you in. You grinned back at him before biting your lip and riding him faster. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Fuck me," he begged. Gripping your waist with both hands, he guided you where he wanted you. "Oh, God, yeah baby, fuck me."

You let out a few whines as your increased rhythm caused the friction to bring you closer to your peak.

"Harry..." you cried, feeling the orgasm nearing.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Come with me, darlin'. 'm so close."

You bounced on his cock even faster, your fingers tangled in the back of his hair. Just as he let out a deep, guttural moan, your own orgasm ripped through you. You called out his name again as you rode him to the finish.

"Oh my God," you panted, your head falling against his shoulder. "Harry..."

Harry was silent for a few moments except for the sound of his breathing. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, pulling you as close to him as possible. You could feel his heart beating in chest against yours as you both came down.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he finally said, his voice raspy. "Never gonna let that much time go again."

You made a contented sound against his skin. "Good."

"You're incredible."

You laid against him for another minute or two before sitting up to look at his face.

"How much time will you let go?" you inquired.

Harry's mouth curled up into a grin as he ran his fingers up and down your back. With a shrug he said, "Might be willing to accept an hour or two."

You beamed at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.

"I can live with that," you agreed.

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[gtgbabie0]

Hello!! I requested the First Kiss story and I cannot emphasize how much I absolutely loved it 😭♡ It was so soft and fluffy omg </3

Another idea I had was Leon catching you wearing one of his clothes for the first time and he thinks it fits you perfectly even tho it's oversized or something like that :00

Tysm and have a good day/night!! <33

Is that mine?

{Leon’s first time seeing you wearing his clothes}

SOBBING!! thank you for requesting again my love!! 💕💕

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Leon Kennedy doesn’t hate without reason, and a good reason at that, it’s safe to say that he hates working late, and he hates being away from you, but when he walks into the house to be met with you in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, well, he can practically feel the hatred leave his body.

It might just be his new favourite sight, the way his shirt hangs on against your body, how the fabric drapes off your shoulder ever so slightly, he thinks he might just lose it completely.

“You’re finally home!” Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you pull him into you, his head resting against the crook of your neck.

It’s such a small thing, but the thought of you picking out one of his shirts and putting it on just makes something inside him tingle, and it renders him completely speechless.

“I cooked up some dinner, there’s leftovers in the fridge whenever you’re ready” You let him know with the sweetest tone he’s ever heard and surely you’ve got to know what you’re doing.

Your hands gently cup his face and your thumb graze against his cheek, and hum softly at the feeling of his slight stubble, and before you can skip off into the kitchen, his hands grab for your hips pulling you back into his arms.

“Is that mine?” A stupid question, he obviously knows it’s his, it’s so very clearly his.

You look up at him, “Oh, yeah I missed you today so I just...” You trail off your hands motioning to his shirt you’re wearing, and he can’t help the smirk that splays across his lips.

His hands grasp at your sides, dipping under the shirt as he pulls you impossibly closer, and his heart skips a beat at the idea of you missing him, rummaging through his draws for a shirt, his shirt.

You giggle as his hands run over your belly then to your back, gentle fingers grazing along your naked skin, as he leaves soft kisses against your jaw down to your neck.

“You should’ve called me sweetness, I would’ve left work early” he whispers into your neck, god he’d missed you so much.

Your fingers weave through his hair as he continues to pepper your soft skin with his warm kisses, “I can’t do that Leon, your work is important” you tell him feeling a little breathless at his loving actions.

“Not as important as you are angel” You go giddy at his words.

His eyes flicker over your body for the fifth time and there’s an odd sense of pride that settles in his chest, you’re wearing his shirt, and he just can’t seem to shake the feeling, and maybe that’s why his hands are still roaming your body.

“You look so fucking good in my clothes, you should wear them more often” he smiles as he nuzzles further into your neck, and you chuckle hearing his stomach grumble in protest, he was hungry.

You try to push away from him but it’s pointless as he just holds you tighter, “Come on, you need to eat baby” you giggle as you guide him to the kitchen with him practically glued to your side.

He stands behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder whilst you dish up his dinner, “Leon, what’s going on you with?” You chuckle as his lips trail down your neck lingering on the sensitive parts, and you squirm at the soft feeling.

“Nothings wrong, I just wanna be close” he mumbles against your skin, “I like it when you wear my clothes” he adds, just above a whisper.

You giggle as you awkwardly move to the table to set his plate down, “Yeah I gathered that baby” you smile as he sits down on a chair, and before you even have time to turn around to get him a drink his hands are already grasping at your hips.

“Come sit” he says patting his thigh with a hopeful look in his eyes, “We didn’t get to have dinner together” he looks up at you with a smile and you don’t miss the almost playful look that flashes through his eyes.

“I’m not sitting on your lap while you eat Leon” you chuckle feeling a little bad at the way his shoulders drop ever so slightly, “I’ll sit next to you, just let me get you a drink,” you tell him, brushing his fringe from his eyes and he nods with a grateful smile.

You get him a drink before taking a seat next to him and his hand immediately rests on your thigh as if out of instinct, “You already ate right?” He asks, and you nod with a smile watching as he eats, and you both sit there talking about your days, with his hand soothing against your thigh, and he doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, you take a mental note to wear his shirts more often.

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[boyinatown]

Can I request Johan having his first time with the reader who's been with him throughout his life & has been his best friend but now he can finally show how he feels towards them? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻Thank you bestie ☺️

A/N : I hate this faggot.

I didn’t know what u meant with “ first time” so I assume it’s sex, the only thing y’all come to my page for. ( sluts ) idk how to write him either so if it’s a little off my bad.

Warning: Smut, nsfw , 18+

Pairing: Johan Seong x GN reader.

Johan seong was your best friend, and you were his. Wherever he went you stood at his side, he was wary at first but as time flew by he noticed you hadn’t strayed off yet. Occasionally visiting his moms shop with him, she knew you were his friend and ranted the whole entire time about him cutting his hair not knowing it was her son who was in the chair holding his emotions back.

He was stubborn, a very challenging person , he had guts and didn’t think twice of his choices always doing what felt right to him. It led him to problems, he’d dissapear for weeks , months , then return to you as if nothing happened. Despite your strong bond with him and knowing he won’t leave you behind alone , you were still afraid.

Taking it upon yourself to try and help him with his problems such as paying the hospital bills for his mother, his eyes problem and with the dogs he has. Not to mention his huge debt he owed to some people chasing after him , ofcourse you did this behind his back. You could also be stubborn, he just didn’t know it.

Or so you thought , when you walked back into your apartment after not seeing Johan for weeks he stood at the entrance of the door arms crossed , not happy with how tired your state was. Looks like you hadn’t eaten anything before going to your 3 jobs, not taking any time for yourself occupied with work and school.

“Why are you so distant these days? Are you mad at me, that it? If so, I apologize.” Johan paused watching you put down your stuff at the door running to him with opened arms engulfing him in a hug as if he’d run off if you didn’t let go, he melted into your touch letting his head rest on your shoulder , your hand stroking his hair. “Was worried f’you thought something happened to you.” he smiled hearing your mumbled voice in his neck.

Inhaling your scent he acted to his own feelings arms sneaking down lower , now his figure hiding yours under his hold, he threw you over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your thighs to make sure you didn’t budge or fall, kicking your bedroom door open he set you down on the bed taking off his jacket. Before you could open your mouth his lips pressed against yours swallowing your noise. Tongue fighting with yours not giving you time to adjust being forced just to let him do whatever he wanted. When Johan pulled away you were such a beautiful sight under him, confused , yet turned on not knowing what you wanted.

He was your best friend, sure he was attractive and you often dreamed off him on those lonely nights hand slipping underneath your pants to touch wherever it felt right moaning his name into your pillow crying your hands not doing the job right.

Though you’d never admit that to him, Johan started undressing you when he noticed you weren’t aware deep in your mind, his kisses trailed from your face, neck to your stomach gripping your hips , he rubbed his tip against your inner thigh looking down at you “Tell me, can I continue? Wanna show you how much I’ve missed you.” He looked at you with such pleading eyes , his dick just begging to enter you, with a small nod you hiss at the feeling of him stretching you out slowly. “Fuckkk…I knew you’d feel good, but damn….-“ he was focused watching his tip slide out then his cock disappear inside you once again.

You arched your back grabbing at his wrists that held your hips to ground yourself , slowly grinding back for more friction, you wanted more, needed more. Voice not working with you , grabbing his arm with such desperate eyes he stopped moving lips curling into a smile “ What is it? If you don’t tell me I won’t know.”

“Johan—“

“What?” He responded speeding his thrusts throwing your legs over his shoulders deepening inside you, biting his lower lip sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead , the bed creaked underneath you two threatening to break. Flying arms grab his back , he leaned over you to whisper stuff against your ear that he KNEW would send you over the edge. His thrusts never faltering , he was more fucking you as a punishment then wanting to tell you he missed you.

“Fuck..faster!—“

“No, not faster. Deeper, like This.” Emphasizing on the word this he somehow managed to fold you deeper into the mattress now going tougher harder and deeper then before , you were losing your mind scratching his back decorating it with your marks he’d look at in the morning proud of his work.

“M’gonna..gonna! “ when you moaned the warning Johan didn’t care he kept going he wanted to feel you cum on him, he needed to see your face , he has to, otherwise he’d start over he doesn’t mind, he loves the warmth of you anyways.

A few more pounds and you were coming undone on him yelling his name from the top of your lungs , grabbing the sheets beside you anything to ground yourself from the orgasm you had, Johan kept pounding away ignoring your cries of ‘ too much!’ ‘ sensitive!’

he needed to finish inside you, the sight burning it into his mind for when he’s away again from you to give him an ego boost and a reason to come back to someone, it wasn’t long until Johan also came throwing his head back long strings of ‘ fuuuuck—‘ till you felt his semen fill you, spilling out from you wetting the sheets below you both, Johan fell on you panting laughing.

“You smell, get off off me..”

“A thank you would be nice, I just gave you the orgasm of your life.” Johan responded to your joke with a smile rolling off you looking at you , stroking your cheek with the back of his hand wiping some tears away from your eyes.

“Thanks , Johan.”

This was the toughest smut I ever wrote I think.

Also his twin:

[futfemfantasies]

Yellow - Mackenzie Arnold x reader

You woke up to a smidge of light peering through your window and a tight arm wrapped around your waist. You look at the time on your watch and it’s a little past 7:30 so you know that Mackenzie isn’t going to wake up for at least another hour. You turn over slightly and give her a soft kiss on the cheek, which causes the slightly older than you to scrunch her nose and turn over. This loosens her arm around you a little so it’s easy for you to escape. Once out of the tight hold, you decide you are going to go on a walk and to grab some coffee and bagels on the way home. After slipping on your last shoe and leaving a note on your pillow, you started your mini adventure.

You’d just moved to England from the US after scoring a deal with Arsenal so you are still getting used to the new country. Thankfully, since you and Mackenzie’s clubs aren’t that far from each other, you still see each other regularly. As you walk down the street, you see the familiar but old style shopping village you’ve grown to love. Turns out the country markets are on today and that makes you happy to explore peoples little handmade trinkets and fresh produce.

You first stop at a small flower stall and greet the old couple sitting in their slightly beaten up camping chairs, sharing a warm cup of coffee. All the different colours and aromas makes your heart burst with happiness, especially when you see this one shade of purple. It reminds you of the first time you saw Mackenzie in your national teams goalkeeper jersey. Having your favourite girl kitted out in your favourite colour did something to you. You didn’t realise how long you were staring at the flowers until you saw the old lady stand in front of you.

“You can just buy one if you want. I know a whole bunch is a bit much sometimes” the old lady offers.

You decide to buy three stems of the flower and she wraps it up nice and cute for you. You thank her and decide to give here a little bit extra for the trouble.

You walk down the next couple of stalls and see one of the new couples at Arsenal, Caitlin Foord and Katie McCabe. You talk to them for a while until you hear your phone ringing and see it’s Mackenzie. You bid them goodbye and that you’ll see them tomorrow for games night at Viv and Beth’s house. You quickly answer your phone and see Mackenzie FaceTiming you.

“Hey bubs, did you just wake up?” You ask as you look at a handmade jewellery stall.

“I did and you weren’t here. Where are you?” Mackenzie asks, mumbling into the comfy and fluffy blanket.

“I went down the street to get us some coffee and it turns out the markets are on. So I’m just having a look around, trying to familiarise myself with the area”

“Can you hurry? I’m missing out on my cuddles”

“I’ll be as quick as I can bubs. I love you”

“I love you more love. See you soon”

You look around the jewellery and see a pair of sunflower stud earrings. You pick them up and smile at the memory behind sunflowers.

On your four month anniversary date, Mackenzie took you to a sunflower farm in you hometown of Brisbane and you were in heaven. They had a clear patch where you could have a picnic and you both packed each others favourite foods and drinks. The patch was on top of a hill, over looking the beautiful mountains and the city below. You both had finished eating and you moved to sit in between her legs, watching as the sun slowing hide behind the high rise buildings, leaving behind a glow of oranges and pinks. It honestly made Mackenzie look like a goddess in your opinion. After a moment of comfortable silence, she told you those three words you have also had on the tip of your tongue also. You both sealed it with a kiss (or make out session) under the setting sun and it was truly a day you’ll never forget.

You give the earrings, along with the matching necklace, to the young girl to pay and again, told her to keep the change. She thanks you a lot before you head off down to the other stalls. You buy some more ironically coloured flowers, some matched Mackenzie’s eyes and one colour (in your brain), matching the way she smiles ever so lovingly at you.

You reach your final stall and see the most gorgeous yellow daffodils you’ve seen. Immediately buying them, you check the time and Mackenzie is texting you asking if you’ve ran away with the circus and that her ‘cuddle-o-meter’ is nearly running out so she’s going to die. You roll your eyes at the dramatics but decide to get the things you had come out for, coffee and bagels. You make a u-turn to your favourite coffee shop and order the usual for you both with cream cheese bagels.

You race home as fast as you can with two coffees and a bag full of flowers. Mackenzie hears the front door unlock and immediately goes to help you. Her eyes wide at the amount of flowers in your bag.

“What’s all the flowers for baby?” Mackenzie questions.

“I’ll explain later but please take the coffee”

You both sit on the couch and eat your bagels while you tell Mackenzie about all the stalls at the markets. Mackenzie’s heart swells up at how excited you get over the little things and it makes her smile even more (if that was possible).

“Okay presents time!” You say practically jumping out of your seat.

You explain all meanings behind the purple flowers to the sunflower earrings and necklace set and how Mackenzie hates earrings so you’ll wear them and she can have the necklace. Not once did Mackenzie get distracted or even think about not listening to you rave on about everything you bought her and the meanings behind them.

You finally got to the yellow daffodils. You turn and take Mackenzie’s hands in yours and she immediately tenses a little. You rub your thumb on her hand and she relaxes slightly.

“Mum used to tell me that yellow is the happiest colour. She used to say ‘yellow is something, or someone, that makes you so head over heels happy that you don’t want it to end’. Ever since we’ve started dating, I knew you were it for me. You’re my soulmate, my yellow. You’re the safe place I call home”

It happens all at once. The bottom lip wobbles. The single tear falls down Mackenzie’s cheek. The bone crunching hug that sends you flying back, hitting the soft cushions of the couch. You feel your shirt getting wet and you pull Mackenzie’s head up to see her with tears streaming down her face.

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry” you mumble, wiping tears from her cheek.

“Marry me?”

You thought you heard wrong or didn’t hear her at all. When you don’t say anything, Mackenzie gets up from your lap embarrassed then you realise what she said. She turns to walk away when you grab her wrist, making Mackenzie turn her head to you.

“Yes”

“Yes?”

“Yes I’ll marry you baby!”

Mackenzie falls straight back on top of you and kisses you passionately. You pull her close when she pulls back quickly.

“The ring! You need your ring!” She sprints into the bedroom and before you could get up, she sprints right back out.

Mackenzie kneels on the floor in front of you before lifting your left hand and sliding the ring on. You tell her to stay there and you take a quick photo. She cuddles back into your arms and you cannot stop looking at the new sparkling piece of jewellery on your left hand.

“It’s gorgeous”

“Just like it’s owner”

“You cheese ball”

London being London, it starts to rain quite heavily so you both decide to cuddle on the couch and watch movies all day.

Who knew going for an early morning stroll on a day off would end up with you being engaged to the love of your life.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

A few weeks later…

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itsyn25: ‘yellow is something, or someone, that makes you so head over heels happy that you don’t want it to end’ 💍

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// itsyn25: forever and always bubs ♾️

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// itsyn25: i love youuuu 🥹

caitlinfoord: I suppose you can join the club now…

// omg thank you! I totally haven’t been waiting 5 years or anything… 🥲😁

stephcatley: maid of honour dibs! 🙋‍♀️🤩

// itsyn25: I suppose 🙄

[wintfleur]

stella gets tired easily so she and rutger fo dates inside watching movies & sleeping

ꔫ my sleepy girl

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X Rutger McGroarty )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing, slight cursing. wc; 1.8k )

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Stella tiredly walks down the hallway leading to her dorm, smiling politely at the girls she walked past. She knew she looked like a mess, she felt like a mess. Her tight bun was giving her a headache, stray hairs poking out and falling down her nape, her body sticky from sweat and God did her feet ache. Today's practice was a lot more intense than the previous ones for the week, she was finding her new routine hard to memorize so that meant longer practices. 

Her heavy duffle bag brushed against the hallway walls as she moved to the side to not bump into a duo of laughing girls. Stella lets out a heavy breath of relief when she finally stops in front of her dorm, she pulls out her keys from the pocket of her hoodie that she stole from Luke and swiftly unlocks her door. She's welcomed by the faint smell of lavender and vanilla as she opens the door to her room. She closes and locks the door behind her, slipping off her shoes and dropping her bag on her desk chair. Her feet and shoulder thanking her. 

Stella is so tempted to just flop in her bed, hiding her face in her pillows and falling asleep, but she knows she can't. She refuses to get in bed sweaty and she knows that if she gets in bed, she will fall asleep and miss her date with her sweet boyfriend. Speaking of her boyfriend, Stella pulls her phone out of her hoodie pocket when she feels it vibrate against her. A small smile forms on her pink lips when she sees who's calling. 

“Hello” Stella's soft voice goes through the phone; the sound of his girl's voice brought an immediate smile to his face. Stella walked into her bathroom and put him on speaker, setting her phone on the counter so she can start pulling the many bobby pins out of her hair and into the small clear holder for them. 

“Hey pretty girl, how was practice?” Rutgers' smooth voice fills up her bathroom and she couldn't help but smile at her words, she could tell he was smiling just by his tone. Stella gently took out her hair tire, her hands immediately massaging at her scalp at the feeling of her hair coming out of the style it's been in all day. A quiet sigh leaves her lips as she thinks back on her practice “It was alright, these spins are gonna kill me though. I just can't seem to get it right.” 

“Don't say that '' Rutger started and she could hear the faint sound of ruffling in the background, as if he was sitting up from laying on his bed. He could hear her disappointment in her tone. Rutger opened his mouth to continue, his tone sweet and encouraging “if anyone can do this routine it's you, don't be so hard on yourself stell you've only been practicing for a week.” 

“It's just so frustrating” Stella mumbled with a pout as she brushed through her hair. Stella didn't like being bad at things, she wanted to be the best she could be, and she knew she wasn't doing her best. Stella looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could see the tiredness in her eyes, nothing a little makeup can't fix. Rutger frowns when he hears how defeated and tired, she sounded, he wished she wasn't so hard on herself. 

“I know pretty, hey let's just not think about it for the rest of the night. We can talk about it tomorrow” Rutger spoke in a hopeful tone, his mind already thinking about how he could make tonight better for her. He smiles at the soft okay that leaves Stella's lips, and he listens as she starts talking about her day, chuckling at how passionate she sounded as she complained about the petty argument, she and Luke had in the Hughes siblings group chat. Interpreting herself when a yawn escapes her lips. 

And in that moment Rutger decides having a comfy date night in her dorm, cuddled up in stella’s bed, sounds a lot better than having a date in a loud bowling alley. Not tonight, he knew his pretty girl was tired and needed her rest. 

“Anyways, that little shit is lucky I’m not there to totally wreck his ass” Stella ended her small rant as she undressed and put her dirty clothes in her hamper. Stella took her phone off speaker and brought it up to her ear, and before he could tell Stella his idea of staying in tonight, she was already talking. 

“Okay, well I'm going to get in the shower. I'll see you soon?” 

“Yeah, I'll see you soon baby, be careful” Rutger trails off to a worried tone, he would always get worried about her slipping or passing out in the shower. Stella always reassured him that that never happened and that he didn't have to worry about it. Rutger decided to keep his date idea to himself, wanting to surprise you instead. 

“I will,” Stella giggled, finding his worried tone sweet. They say there I love Yous and goodbyes before Stella hangs up. Rutger smiles and shuts off his phone before he grabs his hoodie at the end of the bed and putting it on, he grabs his phone, keys, and wallet before leaving his room. He makes his way out of the house and to his car, with one destination on his mind. 

It was a known fact that Stella enjoys long showers, so she spent the next 13 minutes in the shower singing along to Mitski and Lana del rey. By the time she got out of the shower, her mirror was all fogged up. She spends the next 10 minutes drying off and changing into a matching bra and panties set and covering her body in her favorite scent lotion. 

She was standing in front of her mirror in her bathroom, wearing her beige fluffy robe and finishing the braid in her hair, when she heard the familiar knock on her door. A look of confusion comes across Stella's face, and she quickly pauses her music before making her way to her door. The sound of her cute grinch slippers patting against her floor, Stella unlocks her door and is greeted by a grinning Rutger. 

“Rut what are you doing here so early? Am I late?” Stella asked in a worried but confused tone. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if she did take too long getting ready, she always lost track when she was listening to music. Rutger laughed and stepped into her dorm room, sliding off his shoes as she closed and locked the door. 

“No, you're not late, pretty, just a change of plans” Rutger smiles, dropping the plastic bag on her bed before he steps closer to her. He softly cups her soft face looking into her tired eyes, a small smile on his lips at the cute pout she had on her soft pink lips. Rutger closes his eyes and leans down, softly pecking her lips a few times. The last one being long and hard, Stella pulling away to laugh. 

“Change of plans?” Stella asks as she tilts her head slightly in confusion, her hands coming up to softly hold onto his forearms. Rutger pecks her lips one more time before walking over to her bed and lifting up the plastic bag that was filled with some of their favorite snacks. 

“I know you must be drained after that practice, so i thought maybe we could just watch a movie and cuddle” Rutger shyly spoke with a flustered smile. He couldn't help but feel flustered as he told her his idea, it was cute how flustered they got in front of each other. Stella smiled big and watched as Rut set the bag on her side table before sitting on the edge of her bed. Stella felt very moved that he changed their date plans because she was tired. “Awe rut, that sounds perfect.” 

“I’ll set up the projector while you change into something comfy” Rutger told her, as he turned on the projector before turning on her laptop and picking a streaming app. Stella walks over to her closet and pulls off her robe and hangs it up on the back of her closet door. Stella slides on some soft hello kitty pajama pants, taking off her bra and putting on a canucks t-shirt she definitely stole from Quinn last summer. 

Stella was sliding on some fluffy socks when Rutger asked her what genre of movie she wanted to watch. “Hmm what about a drama?” Rutger looked away from her laptop and watched her with a content smile, she was standing in front of her vanity and putting on some Chapstick. Rutger loved seeing her like this, all dressed up in her pajamas…it felt so domestic, and he loved it “sounds good to me.” 

After grabbing her phone from the bathroom, she turned off her room lights and carefully crawled over Rutgers legs, and laid on her side by the wall, joining her boyfriend under the blankets. Her bed wasn't big, but it fit the two perfectly. Rutger was laid on his back, and Stella curled into his side, her leg over his midsection. She rested her head on ruts shoulder as her eyes focused on the intro of the movie Rutger had picked. 

Rutger was snacking on his second KitKat, and Stella looked at her boyfriend's side profile with a smile. His eyes lit up as he watched the movie. He was so focused, it was adorable. Rutger felt her stare and tilted her head to look down at his tired girlfriend. A shy smile on his lips “do you not like the movie?” 

“No no it's perfect” you’re perfect stella thought as she kept looking at him. Rutger nodded and brought the last piece of KitKat towards Stella's mouth, Stella giggled before opening her mouth and letting Rut feed her. Rutger grinned and kissed the top of her head, as she licked any remnants of chocolate from her lips. 

Rutger brought his hand that he fed her with to her leg, caressing the back of her thigh. Stella snuggled closer to him, nestling her face into his neck and losing her eyes. Rutgers hold on, Stella tightens, loving the feeling of her so close to him. After a few more minutes of silence between the two, stella muttered tiredly “Thank you.” 

Rutger looked away from the movie and down at Stella, he placed a few more kisses to the top of her head. His hand that was caressing her thigh moves up to rub her back under her shirt, his warm touch soothing her. Rutger would do anything for Stella, he could feel her breathing slow down, a sign that she was falling asleep. He brought the blanket higher, making sure that she was all covered up before whispering. 

“Always pretty girl” 

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[lale-txt]

🌙 waking up at night without you by their side ↳ w/ Kid, Rayleigh, Denjiro & Yamato

a/n: another draft that's been sitting here since forever. in the light you go!! love me some lighthearted fluff. slightly suggestive + poly mention for Rayleigh (i feel like i'm putting this ALWAYS when writing Rayleigh omg) also sending kisses to all my anons swooning over Yamato. i know i don't write him that much but wanted to include him here for you ♡ i always love reading about your undying love for him, it's the purest thing.

Kid 

how dare you leave his side while he’s sleeping

don’t you know about your big spoon duties which involve holding him tenderly from behind, rubbing his back and making sure your arms are constantly wrapped around him all the time? 

Kid huffs when he wakes up with his back cold and your side of the bed empty

were you going for a midnight snack without him? didn’t you know that he was also craving shredded cheese at 3am? was your relationship a lie the whole time? 

no he’s not being dramatic why do you ask

or did you miss a step of your skin care routine and went back to the bathroom to do it again? he told you countless times that it didn’t work that way…

he throws back the covers and gets up, his red hair a mess and barely held together by the cat ear hairband you once gifted him 

Kid’s first instinct when he’s in trouble is to consult Killer so they can be in trouble together, so naturally he stomps down the hall to Killer’s cabin and doesn’t bother knocking, just bursts in like the Kool Aid man 

he lets out a surprised gasp when Killer isn’t sleeping peacefully in his bed but playing cards with you, Heat and Wire – very wide awake 

before Kid’s face can turn the color of his hair, you already kick out a chair for the tulip and gesture him to sit his ass down so you can explain

“see… on the last island when we stocked up on supplies Killer didn’t buy decaf coffee like ne normally does but regular… and since everyone but you drinks coffee–” “because it’s BAD for your skin, but no one ever listens to me” “–all of us have just been unable to fall asleep.”

Kid rolls his eyes and continues huffing, but also pulls you in his lap and wrap his arm around you, falling asleep with his head resting against yours as you continue your game

but no more coffee for you after 2pm, decaf or not. the big spoon rule book got updated, you gotta keep up duh

Rayleigh

even in his sleep Rayleigh reaches for you, wanting to hug you close to him, only content when he can nuzzle his face in the back of your neck

so when his hand pats into empty space, he’s suddenly awake, mumbling out your name into the dark 

first thing he does is turn on the light on the nightstand and reach for his glasses because he can’t see shit without them

still fighting off sleep, he takes a moment to reconstruct last night, smiling over it. no, you definitely fell asleep in his arms after you both finished… several times

actually he could go another round now that he was awake, but someone was missing…

it’s when he hears muffled voices coming from downstairs that he calls out your name again, louder this time

“we’re in the kitchen!”

we? … oh

with his observation haki never failing him, Rayleigh realizes within a heartbeat now what is going on

following your laughter he finds you in the kitchen… accompanied by a very familiar face

“Ray, I must say your taste is exquisite as always…”

Shakky cups your face, a cigarette dangling from her lips, as she beams at her husband leaning in the doorframe

“i think I’m in love with your wife”, you sigh dreamily, melting under her touch and gazing up to her with puppy eyes, completely encharmed by her 

Rayleigh ruffles his white hair and just smirks. he was about to introduce you anyway, so this makes things much easier now

he comes closer and places kisses on both of your cheeks. this night just got so much more interesting… 

Denjiro

Denjiro is always a little sleepy and would pass out within a heartbeat wherever and whenever, but preferably with you by his side, pulling you close even in his sleep

so why were his arms empty right now?

long blue hair is spilled all over the futons and usually by now you would complain because you’re getting tangled up in it 

rubbing his eyes he sits up, he murmurs out your name into the dim light of your shared room 

Denjiro isn’t too worried, he knows what you’re capable off, otherwise the yakuza boss wouldn’t have married you. he twists the golden band on his ring finger absentmindedly as he’s slowly forcing himself to wake up properly

it’s when he notices the gentle breeze coming through the open sliding door leading to the veranda and he immediately knows where to look for you

throwing the blanket over his shoulders he gets up, already making out your silhouette in the milky moonlight as you sit there huddled up, looking over your shoulder when you hear his footsteps approaching

“Den… you gotta see this…” 

your excited whisper and gestures to keep quiet had him curious, but more than that he was just happy to see you smiling

Denjiro sits down behind you and pulls you in his lap, wrapping his big arms and the blanket around you and kissing the side of your neck. you’re cold but feel warmth tingling in your limbs immediately under his touch

“what is it, little moonshine?”, he whispers and rests his chin on top of your head. you almost disappear in his embrace due the size difference and wiggle yourself in a comfortable position, the tip of your nose and your curious eyes peeking out from the blanket 

“snow bunnies”, you say softly and point to the garden where a pair of white bunnies frolic around in the falling snow, almost invisible for the eyes

Denjiro smiles and leans down to kiss you again. love is stored in the little things, you taught him that. and soon he falls asleep again, holding you tightly as he drifts into dreams of you, but none sweeter than the reality he gets to live with you

Yamato

personal space? not in this house 

Yamato usually sleeps sprawled out like a starfish and rotates in his sleep like a beyblade

but it’s fine because you adjusted to that! nothing can stop you from cuddling your big golden retriever boyfriend in his sleep

so when he wakes up at night and doesn’t feel your familiar weight on top of him it just sends him into straight up panic

in an attempt to turn the lights on he gets tangled up in the sheets and stumbles, taking down the lamp and everything else on the nightstand with him 

he’s calling out your name and trying not to cry on the spot

did you have a bad dream and he didn’t notice? were you somewhere crying on your own? his heart couldn’t take the thought of it. 

this was even worse than the one time he lost you at the supermarket in the candy aisle and he had to make an announcement over speaker which was mostly him sobbing into the microphone

his brain still lagging from the sleepiness and shock, Yamato doesn’t notice how you squat down next to him, picking off various nightstand items (tissues, crystals, harness…) off him 

“Yams, just what are you doing down there? were you sleepwalking? i knew this would become an issue one day…”

cut to Yamato sobbing in your arms because for three hot minutes he thought he had lost you forever 

which is when you kindly explain him that nature called and you only went to the bathroom but would have returned into his arms straight away

however you can never hold back tears as well when you see Yamato crying and now you’re both on the floor sobbing as you hold each other tenderly 

only when he kisses away the salty streaks you both calm down a little and can laugh about the situation

ever since you leave a little note out when you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and make sure to snuggle extra close to him once you return, making Yamato smile even in his sleep

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 5: On the Road Again

Word Count: 997

Rating: G

Pairing: None

CW: None

Summary: Wayne joins the band on the road for a couple of days

@corrodedcoffinfest

Wayne really hadn’t wanted to, but here he was. 

Since Corroded Coffin’s tour began, the guys had tried to get Wayne to join them on the road for a few shows. The older man always turned them down, insisting that they’d have more fun without him, and that tour bus living wasn’t for him.

But, just like it had been from the day he was born, Wayne would do anything to make his nephew happy. So, he told them he’d come on tour with them for one weekend. Two days only, no ifs, ands, or buts.

The shows that lined up with the weekend Wayne chose were Orlando and Tampa, and Wayne thanked God it wasn’t the summer. Never mind dealing with the weather, Wayne worried the heat would make the tour bus smell worse than it probably already did. 

“Wanna visit the Mouse while you’re here?” Gareth teased when they picked Wayne up from the airport.

“I sat in front of kids who were headed to Disney –I’ve heard enough about that damn rat to last the rest of my life.”

The show that night was in a nice-sized venue, but like most of the venues on this tour, it was standing room only. That wasn’t going to work for Wayne. Luckily, there was a sound booth towards the back of the crowd with a chair Wayne could comfortably watch the show from. Or maybe just watch the show, Wayne thinks as he eyes the hard-looking plastic seat. 

The music was even louder than when Wayne would swing by to pick Eddie up from rehearsal at Gareth’s place. The audience only added to the noise. That was good for the band, he knew, but it was also grating on his nerves. 

Eddie belonged on that stage, though. Wayne watched his nephew work the crowd, never missing a note or lyric. He assumed for the lyrics, anyway. Wayne couldn’t hear Eddie clearly through the speakers, the bass drowning out his voice in every song. 

But as he watched the show, watched Eddie effortlessly play his music, Wayne knew this was exactly where the kid was meant to be. The stage was his home just as much as that one-bedroom trailer back in Hawkins. 

Seeing Eddie up on a stage felt so natural and right. But the rest of the night’s events were some of the wildest Wayne’s ever seen. The number of people waiting between the backstage door and the bus left him speechless. Security officers kept them at bay, but the cacophony of screams made Wayne think he’d landed himself in the middle of a riot.

The guys took it all in stride, though. They were sweaty and tired, but beamed at their fans as they basked in the attention. 

About halfway to the tour bus, a woman in a modified red Corroded Coffin tank top lifted her shirt up, flashing the band as they passed by. 

Wayne looked to his nephew and friends for their reactions. There hardly were any, though. To them, it was something that happened from time to time—it didn’t faze them anymore. But Wayne couldn't help but shake his head as he kept walking. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath.

When they finally made it onto the tour bus, Wayne felt like he escaped a war zone. The roar from the crowd outside could still be heard, but it was mostly muffled. 

“Woo!” Eddie cheered. Using both hands, he rubbed over his face to get any excess sweat off. 

“How’d ya like it?” Jeff asked as he walked towards the mini fridge. He pulled out two cans of beer and handed one to the older man. 

“Was loud,” Wayne said as he popped open the can. “But you guys look real good up there.”

Jeff slapped a hand on Wayne’s shoulder in thanks.

“So, old man,” Eddie said as he plopped down on the couch, “wanna party?”

Even the mere question made Wayne feel a hundred years old. Party? His internal clock was all messed up, trying to adjust to not being on the night shift. Right now, the only one Wayne wanted to party with was a bed.

“Boy, you must’ve lost your damn mind,” his uncle answered him.

The guys chuckled from behind Wayne, and Eddie looked up with an amused smile.

“I’m messing with you. After a show we just kinda wind down for a bit then hit the sack. Have a beer, eat something, and just bullshit for a while.”

“Too fucking exhausted for anything else,” Gareth added.

Wayne sat down on the bench situated next to the dining table. 

“I might not even make it through that whole party, but it sounds good to me.”

The next day was the same thing, just a new city. Same uncomfortable chair for Wayne, bass drowning Eddie’s voice out, screaming audience members that swarmed wherever the band would be. But there was one thing that made everything more than worth it.

“Ed? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Wayne asked after the show in Tampa, while Jeff was in the bus shower, and Gareth and Frank attempted to pop a bag of popcorn without burning it. 

“What’s up?” 

Wayne had never been an emotional man, especially on the outside. He usually just mumbled and hoped it conveyed the message.

“I, uh,” Wayne started, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Watching you be that rockstar up on stage is…it’s something that you always wanted. And you went for it and look at you now. You put your mind to it, worked hard, and it paid off. Eddie, I—I’m really proud of ya, son.”

“Thanks, Wayne.” 

Eddie was equally as awkward with emotions; even though Wayne’s words touched him almost to the point of tears, Eddie wasn’t sure how to express it. Before he overthought it, Eddie stepped forward and hugged him. 

Wayne wasted no time in embracing him back. 

“Thanks, Wayne,” Eddie repeated. “For everything.” 

[projectbluearcadia]

Well-Deserved Rest

NSFW Sub!Lucifer x GN!MC Spice Rating - 3/4 ; BDSM Rating 0/3

[ Premise - Lucifer is all stressed out again, and you’ve decided that you’re going to make him unwind by taking control and spoiling the shit out of him. ]

Lucifer makes me sub... but sub!Luci makes me want to dom his ass.

CW: None, really? One spank, Lucifer receiving.

Wordcount - 2546

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“Lucifer?” you say in shock as you watch the oldest brother, not even wearing his waistcoat or his gloves in the kitchen. His sleeves are hiked up to his elbows, his crimson tie missing. He gazes at you for a long moment, just as he reaches the coffee grinder, and the stress in his eyes momentarily seems to ease before he looks away. 

“Morning,” he mumbles, filling the grinder with fresh beans, and the machine hums quietly before the sound of coffee being ground fills the air, along with its wonderful scent. 

“Lucifer… did you even sleep?” you ask, and at first, you think he’s ignoring you, and on the off-chance that he couldn’t hear you over the grinder, you decide to wait until it’s finished. “Lucifer. Did you sleep?” 

“What? Oh… I think I did?” He takes the grounds out, pushing them into a neat little puck before packing it into the espresso machine. 

“You think?” you ask. “If you’re not going to sleep next to me, the least you can do is actually take more than a power nap. Seriously; this is getting ridiculous. You should not be getting up in the middle of the night to do work, much less pulling all-nighters.” 

“I’ve gone for more than a month with less than an hour of sleep; I’ll be fine,” he mumbles, taking his coffee cup out from underneath the machine. “I don’t need you to mind me like I’m some kind of child. I know where my limits are.” 

You fold your arms at him, half-tempted to actually yell at him with frustration. Though you’ve been getting him to fix some of his unhealthy habits, R.A.D. loves throwing a wrench in the works, whether it’s Diavolo, the students, his brothers, or diplomatic meetings. 

“Hey!” you protest as Lucifer starts walking off with his coffee, and he pauses to look back at you. 

“I have to go back to work, MC. Later?” Meaning, I will not discuss this with you now, and I’m going whether you want me to or not; be content with the fact that you’ve seen me at all today. 

“You’d better come to bed tonight, Lucifer,” you growl at him, and he softly chuckles. “By 11 P.M. If you’re not there, I’m going to drag you there by force.” 

“Yes, honey, I’ll come to bed. So greedy…” His voice trails off as he travels out of earshot, and you grumble a retort. I’m going to make sure you have a proper rest, you son of a bitch. 

—

You’re sitting in front of Lucifer’s fireplace, reading one of Satan’s book recommendations when you hear Lucifer knock on the frame of his bedroom door..

“Here I am, as requested,” Lucifer says, and you hear his leather oxfords briefly clack against the wooden floor before muffling against his rug. Then he’s behind your chair, pulling his hands over yours, leaning his head down to kiss your temple. “Come on… don’t be mad at me,” he whispers sweetly, rubbing your arms up and down. “I know it’s been a lonely week, so let’s go out for some quality time on Sunday.” Lucifer kisses your cheek, teasing your bookmark from your fingers and closing your book on it. “Maybe we can go shopping… or maybe we can see a show… go to your favorite restaurant for dinner…” He drags his lips against the back of your ear, his voice lowering by an octave. “Have lots of sex when we get home… how does that sound, darling?” 

“I’m still mad at you,” you reply, and he pauses, his mouth opening to try to butter you up some more, but you don’t let him. “If you want me to stop being mad, I get to torture you when I fuck you tonight.” It’s not an unreasonable request per se, considering you’ve topped him before. It’s just not one that Lucifer expects you to ask so bluntly, which is why he doesn’t answer you for several uncomfortably long moments. 

“Do whatever you please with me then,” he responds, finally, and you get up to turn and look back at him. Surprisingly enough, he looks a little nervous, and you barely stop yourself from launching at him in a fit of cuteness aggression. “Am I allowed to touch you this time…?” God, fuck, stop me from ripping his clothes off; I want to tease him. 

“Yes,” you reply after a moment, “but you’re not allowed to switch to being dominant halfway through doing that. That means not taking advantage of your demon strength.” 

“I agreed to this; I want to make it up to you,” Lucifer concedes softly, loosely pulling his arms around your lower back. “I’ll be your stress toy tonight, okay?” Oh, honey, that is far from what I have planned.

“That’s my good little demon,” you murmur, rubbing his head slowly, and a faint blush scatters over his cheeks at the praise. He opens his mouth to ask a question, but you cut him off as you push your lips against his, a soft groan leaving his mouth as you pull his hair and dominate his tongue. His fingers stray under your shirt, caressing the skin of your back with deliberate slowness as if he needed to savor every second he was allowed to touch you. 

“Mn,” he grunts into your mouth as you tease your fingers up his inner thigh, teasing him until his hands stiffen, struggling to restrain himself from picking you up on his waist and carrying you to bed. “Ugh,” he gasps, breaking from your lips as you rub the palm of your hand against his rapidly growing bulge. “MC…”

“Remember what I told you, Lucifer,” you murmur against his lips before you shut him up, lightly tucking your fingertips underneath his shirt, stroking up his navel, into the crevice of his abdominal muscles. He relaxes a little with this little motion of yours, only to make a startled sound into your mouth as a high-pitched zip! hits the air. “You’re already like this?” you murmur against his ear as you run your thumb over his cock, straining to escape his underwear. You can feel Lucifer’s skin running hotter as you do so, his breath getting shorter. “Good boy.” 

“Hah…” Lucifer gasps softly before he mumbles a soft protest. 

“Oh? Then why’d your little soldier respond so eagerly, hm?” you tease, and a faint blush scatters over his cheeks as you take your time freeing his cock from its clothy confinement. It even starts to drip little white tears of gratitude. 

“...because evidently, I liked it,” he admits with a bit of an embarrassed chuckle. 

“You’re adorable,” you murmur sweetly, wrapping your hand around his member and half debating whether or not you wanted to wipe that calm look off his face by pushing him onto the bed and sucking on it. No, no, MC, work up to that. Make him orgasm in progressively more exciting ways. 

“Right back at you,” Lucifer replies, breathless as he watches you intently, his hands rubbing your waist up and down, up and down. “And incredibly fucking tempting.” He squeezes your hips, a naughty grunt slipping past his teeth when you give his wanting tip some special attention.

“But you’re very good at resisting, aren’t you, darling? You’re doing so well, Lucifer.” 

“Shit,” he groans before you kiss him again, stroking him much harder, and an almost needy moan sinks into your mouth. Ugh, I want to make him cum his brains out. “Mnn… mmm…” You can feel how close he is just by his kiss as he stops all forms of playful resistance, his lip twitching faintly as he tries not to close his mouth. His erection is just as antsy, right about ready to burst. 

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips, panting, before you swallow his soft, reluctant moan as he coats your hand in his sticky, off-white semen. “See? You’re a good boy, Lucifer.” You ruffle your clean hand into his hair, and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes and blushing badly at his own actions. His tired face already looks relaxed. “Come on. Let’s go sit on the bed.” 

And, as if to get back at you for how embarrassed he was, he unexpectedly squeezes your ass—hard—in both hands. You almost yelp, and you smack his ass in return, making him chuckle as you shake your hand with a wince. 

He does not protest as you push him onto the edge of the bed, his lips parted as if waiting for another kiss, and you decide to grant his wish. He deserves some thorough spoiling for all that work he does. 

“Take your shirt off for me,” you order, and as he does so after a moment of hesitation, you finally pay some attention to your white-slicked hand. Without breaking eye contact with Lucifer, you lick his semen off, watching him grip his covers while his demon form starts to slip out at the undoubtedly crude sight. 

“MC, please… if you don’t want me to attack you right now, tie me up,” he grinds out as you suck two fingers slowly before letting them pop out of your mouth. “I can’t restrain myself for this.” 

“Yes, you can,” you soothe, laying your hands on his thighs. “But if you want me to get the rope out from under the bed, that’s a different story…” You lean towards his ear to bite the shell. “Your cum is very thick and rich, by the way.” 

You can tell, as you lean back, that he’s so close to snapping and railing you into oblivion that he’s nearly glaring at you with lust. If your sex wasn’t dripping before, it is now. 

“I don’t want you to,” he mumbles, slowly relaxing his muscles, one by one. “But I do want to be… obedient for you.” He has to grind out the last words, his face flushing a little again as he averts his eyes from yours. 

“But you’re already being so obedient,” you reply gently, kissing his neck. “Being my perfect demon. Don’t be so hard on yourself, honey. You’re doing just fine.” A rewarding little groan slips out of his throat, and you kiss down to his collarbone, offering him a gentle nibble. 

“MC, I really can’t do this,” he rasps out as you rub your fingers up and down his chest, going around to his back to rub firm little circles on his lower back. You wordlessly and gently hush him with the finger of your other hand as he tries to continue before you lower your head again to kiss near one of his nipples. You desperately wish in that second that he liked it when you toyed with them, but alas… 

Despite the fact that Lucifer fully shifts into his demon form as he loses patience, he doesn’t act on it as you work your way down his midsection, down his pretty abs. He is, however, much stiffer than you’d prefer, so you make sure to shower him with some extra praise for being so good for you. 

“That’s right, Lucifer. You’re doing it all by yourself.” You kiss his v-line. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Dammit, don’t do that to me,” he moans, covering his mouth. “Please don’t do what I hope you’re doing.” You almost laugh at him for purposely denying himself pleasure; there would be none of that tonight. 

“Why not?” you purr, your cheek practically rubbing his swollen, rosy-headed penis. His wings cutely flutter at the contact. “I want seconds… while it’s still hot.” You kiss his base, and one of his hands tangles into your hair, the veins on his forearm sharply standing out as he stopped himself from pulling. His expression screeches at you, screeches, that he wants to fill your mouth up so much that his seed will flow down your chin. Dear God, why did you make this sexy creature and piss him off? I mean, more for me, but still. “Can you do that for me, you absurdly sexy bastard?” Didn’t mean to add that last part, but I guess he liked that.

“Fuck me,” he groans obscenely as you kiss his tip, looking up at him. 

“Your moans are doing an excellent job of making me ready to fuck you, darling,” you rumble before you hornily close your lips around the tip of his cock, giving it a nice, long suck before you start taking more of it. More, until he’s hitting the back of your throat, and you moan softly onto him, restraining yourself from distracting yourself by rubbing your throbbing sex. Your body is already screaming at you, but you want to make sure he’s nice and warmed up for the main event. 

Every movement of your tongue, every bob, every lick, every hollowing your cheeks makes Lucifer grunt, moan, and even whimper a little. Louder and filthier for you, as if he’s trying to beg for you to hurry up and fuck him without saying it. 

“Do you… like that, MC?” He smiles down at you, his cheeks still pink as he grips your hair harder at the root. “Do… you like my cock? How it feels…ugh… inside your mouth?” He just wants praise now. That’s really cute.

“Mmm hm,” you hum onto him, sucking him harder and making his breath catch. You moan onto him as you fondle his balls with one hand, making him tighten his hold on your hair. He can’t stop himself from bobbing your head a few times right before he splatters the inside of your mouth, his wings spreading wide and trembling. 

“MC!” he gasps out, panting as he watches you slowly let go of him, licking a streak off his length that escaped your mouth. When you swallow everything, he flops backwards into the bed, his eyes almost rolling back into his head before they refocus on the ceiling. For once, his thoughts are written on his face—that felt so fucking good; I needed this so bad… 

“I do love your cock, Lucifer,” you finally say, impatiently shedding your clothes, practically throwing them to the floor with annoyance. “It’s absolutely perfect for filling me the way I want it. And it feels amazing when it’s inside me.”

Lucifer ogles your body as you crawl on top of him, smiling before you kiss him again. He doesn’t seem to mind tasting himself as he hugs you close to him gratefully, almost crying as you cup his cheek. “You had a hard week, honey… You did such an excellent job like you always do, and I love you even when I don’t see you; you’re breathtaking from those horns down to your sweet personality…” You litter his neck with kisses. “Just let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

“Yes, please,” he groans before he goes right back to kissing you, his blissful tears spilling from the corners of his eyes, his hands rubbing your back. “Please praise me more… reward me. Make love to me; I need you.” 

“Finally asking for what you want,” you purr as you get ready to lower yourself onto him, kissing the corner of his lips. “Good boy.”

[r0se-miller]

Giving up control

Emily needs to give up control after a hard day at work, JJ is there to help her wife.

Warnings: smut, strap-ons, bath sex, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff

It was just after lunch when JJ glanced into her wife's office and saw the sign. Emily had been in meetings all morning and had just returned to the BAU, she went straight to her office, shut the door and threw herself into her chair. After ten minutes JJ noticed that the brunette had still not moved to start any paperwork, but she had switched the small orchid plant to the far side of her desk. The blonde knew what this meant, the couple had set up a series of subtle clues to let the other know what they needed, without having to actually talk or alert their coworkers. Emily relocating her plant meant she had reached the threshold for mental function for the day, she needed JJ to take charge of things.

Upon recognizing the sign the blonde leapt into action, going first to the kitchenette to grab a fresh cup of coffee, she made her way to the chiefs office. "Rough meetings my love?" she asked after closing the door behind her and setting the mug of coffee on Emily's desk.

"God I hate politics! I wish I could just leave for the day, I honestly don't know how much more I have left Jen." Emily said whilst offering a small smile for the coffee she gratefully sipped.

JJ came around the desk, standing beside her wife's chair she quickly flipped through the stacks of folders setting them into two piles. "Okay just work on these ones until five." she said sliding one pile to the center of the desk whilst moving the other to the side. "We are not on rotation for another few days so it won't be the end of the world if you do the rest tomorrow. Now, have you eaten today? You had one bite of my toast this morning, is that all you've had?"

"Umm, yeah I think so." Emily mumbled whilst sitting forward to open the first folder.

"Okay well I will go and get you lunch, how about you give Henry a call, he should also be on his lunch break about now, he can tell you all about is chess competition this morning." The blonde moved out of the office, taking the already empty mug back with her.

After going out to get Emily's favorite lunch from the cafe and pouring yet another coffee for her wife, JJ returned to check on things.

"Oh my god, you are an angel Jen. Thank you!" The brunette immediately dived into the sandwich with hungry fervor. "I talked to Henry, he did really well in his chess thing, he didn't make it all the way to the top but he was mostly up against seniors. Anyway he couldn't talk for long because he had to get to class but it was really good to hear his voice. Thanks for suggesting it." Emily had settled into the chair and some light was returning to her eyes after the mornings ordeals.

"That is good my love, I have to go back to my desk and finish up my own paperwork, but be ready to go at five I'll come pick you up okay?" JJ said in a carefully commanding voice only she could achieve after years of media liaising.

At exactly five o'clock JJ reentered Emily's office and found her packing away her things and slipping into her coat. "Good girl, I thought I might have to wrangle you away from doing more" the blonde praised.

"No I couldn't even if I wanted to." Emily said resignedly.

The persistent melancholy worried JJ, but she knew a night of pampering would help pick her wife up. The two made their way out of the offices, and JJ secured her wife in the passenger seat before rounding the car to get in at the drivers side. Before long they were merging onto the highway meeting the swarms of traffic headed home for the night.

"Uh, Jen you are going the wrong way, the kids school is the first exit." stated Emily whilst throwing a look over her shoulder at the missed turn.

"Oh didn't I mention? Pen is babysitting all the kids tonight. She was happy to do it and they needed some time with their Aunt anyway, lord knows they have enough of their stuff at her house." JJ answered whilst reaching out to take the brunettes hand and kissing it lightly on the knuckles.

After pulling up at their house JJ once again rounded the car to help her wife. "Okay my love, you go get in the bath I will come and bring you up some wine in a minute." She kissed Emily firmly and sent her on her way up the stairs.

She took out her phone and called one of the numbers that was scrawled into the address book Emily kept by the phone.

"Hello, this is Marcel's you are speaking with Adrian, how may I help you today?" came the cheerful greeting.

"Hello Adrian, can you please tell Mr Wiedmaier that Jennifer Prentiss is calling."

"Certainly Ma'am one moment." The man knew this name was on the list to field calls straight to the head chef.

"Jennifer darling how are you?"

"Robert! I am doing well, listen I know you are busy tonight, but Emily has had a rough day at work and I wanted to get her favorite for dinner, do you think I could send someone to pick up some of your delicious lamb for her tonight?"

"Occh I shall make her the full courses! Do not worry I shall send one of my boys out to your house with it. You tell my girl to feel better." He handed the phone back to the man who took their address then promised the food would be there within the hour.

Once the food was settled JJ poured a glass of wine and headed up to the ensuite. She paused in their room to slip out of work clothes and into the tank top that made Emily wild and some soft lounge pants.

Emily was laid back in the tub with soft jazz playing from her phone on the sink, several candles in the room gave a comforting atmosphere. The blonde settled herself on the tile next to the bath and handed her wife the wine. "How are you feeling my love?"

"My body feels better but my mind is still as busy as ever."

"I'm sorry honey" JJ rested her hand on one bubble clad knee, before dropping her hand fully into the nearly too hot water. She drew soft swirls on the surface watching the steam rise into the cool air. She carefully slipped her ring off her middle finger, and using a slight of hand Spencer had taught her, she passed it to her left whilst bringing her hand back out of the water. "Oh no! My ring must of slipped off!" she said with convincing sincerity.

Emily quickly shifted more upright to peer into the water, but the bubbles made it impossible to see anything. "You might have to feel for it Jen" she said completely oblivious to her wife's deception.

"Good plan" JJ replied smirking to herself. She once again returned her hand to the water, reaching all the way down to the smooth ceramic at the bottom. She traced her hand along her wife's legs, still feigning the search. "Hmmm I can't seem to find it." she said innocently after several more pointed caresses.

"I would think not, searching like that." Emily said with one eyebrow raised.

"would you like me to stop?"

"Don't you dare." Emily growled leaning over to take the blondes lips in a passionate kiss.

JJ continued her ministrations working her way up to the brunettes core. As she let her thumb caress the slick folds, her wife drew a sharp breath before moaning at the feeling. She continued to work the brunette, making sure to keep to the outside for as long as possible. She massaged Emily's clit whilst using one finger to trace teasingly around her opening.

"Please Jen, more please." Emily begged. JJ immediately obliged and thrust in two fingers starting a slow and steady rhythm to match her earlier patterns. It didn't take long for the brunette to throw her head back and push her hips up, seeking more pressure from her lover. The blonde picked up the pace and curved her fingers to drag against her G-spot with every thrust. Emily came with a loud moan, slumping back into the water with her eyes still firmly closed.

"How's your mind now my love?" JJ asked whilst slipping her ring back onto her finger.

"So very quiet." Emily replied contentedly. The two sat together listening to the jazz for a few minutes more.

"Alright lets get you out before this water gets too cold." JJ stood offering her hand to her wife before wrapping her in a big fluffy towel.

The two made their way into the bedroom, JJ sat Emily on the bed and went to get her some clothes. She brought back on of her old university shirts and her own new sweatpants. She knew when her wife was sad she liked to wear JJ's clothes, and she had been eyeing her new sweats for weeks whilst making pointed comments about how old hers were getting.

"You are letting me wear them!" Emily asked as she saw what her wife had returned with.

"Anything for you baby" JJ replied kissing her wife before turning to fetch a cozy pair of slippers.

Once dressed they made their way downstairs, settling on the couch to watch reality TV. JJ had poured them both a glass of red before getting comfortable with her wife.

"We could just order chinese, its a bit late to start cooking I think" Emily stated after their program ended.

"Don't worry I have something better in mind. In fact it should be here any minute." JJ replied. True to her word five minutes later the doorbell rang and the blonde hopped up, grabbed her wallet from her coat pocket and opened the door. She tipped the boy generously and instructed him to give her thanks to the whole kitchen. She came back to the lounge room and set the various containers down on the coffee table.

"Oh my god! is that Marcel's?" Emily squealed after seeing the various dishes and the intoxicating scents coming from each.

"Yep! I asked him to send us your favorites, he says he hopes you feel better." JJ called from the kitchen where she was grabbing utensils, napkins and more wine. When she re-entered the living room she was wrapped in a massive hug from her wife before being kissed soundly.

"I don't deserve you Jennifer Prentiss." Emily said once they had both settled onto the floor by the coffee table.

"Hey we look out for each other my love." JJ replied with a soft peck.

After eating every last morsel of the three courses and dessert, the two sat back on the couch slightly stuffed and very happy. JJ shifted so she could play with Emily's hair as they watched the next episode. After nearly an hour of quiet watching Emily spoke up "Jennifer baby, I love when you take care of me. And this has been amazing and I do feel better, but I-" she paused not really sure how to continue.

"What do you need my love?"

"I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I cant even think anymore, bacause I don't think I am going to be able to sleep toight otherwise. Is that okay?" she asked very quickly and quietly.

"Of course it is my love, you know I would do anything for you." JJ said, she shifted to get up and held out her hand for her wife. Once the brunettes hand was in hers she led them upstairs to the bedroom. "Strip and get on the bed." She demanded calmly, slipping into the dom role Emily needed from her for the night. Seeing her instructions were being followed she turned into the closet and pulled down their box of toys from the top shelf. She quickly picked out all the things she would need, then stripped down and changed into a sheer black lingerie set. She fastened a black harness over her thighs, gathered all her supplies and headed back into the bedroom.

Emily gasped at the sight of her wife, the black lingerie a stark contrast to her usual baby blues and whites. She had to admit it looked damn hot though.

JJ dumped everything onto the settee at he foot of the bed, plucked up the silk ties and climbed onto the mattress by her wife's head. The couple had taken to using silk ties early in their relationship, after a particularly rough night with real handcuffs had led to some awkward questions from their coworkers. The blonde grabbed Emily's hands and tied them to each other at the wrists, threading the silk through one of the slats in the headboard to secure the whole thing. She carefully tested the hold, making sure there was enough give in the knots to not cut off circulation. She then took the last silk and held it out before meeting her wife's eyes. "I want to blindfold you tonight okay?" At Emily's enthusiastic reply she proceeded to fasten the silk across her eyes. "I also want you to not speak tonight, so you can focus on your other senses. Do you remember our nonverbal safe que?" She asked. Emily tapped three times on the headboard showing she remembered. "Good girl."

After re-checking the blindfold and silk cuffs JJ jumped off the bed and looked at her wife. Emily lay fully stretched out and naked on the bed the silks were firey red against her pale skin and made the whole scene more sensual. The blonde came up with a plan for the evening and returned to kneel next to her wife on the matress.

JJ leant over carefully allowing her hair to spill forward onto her wife's bare torso, the blonde began moving her head along the length of Emily's body, dragging her hair over every inch of exposed skin. After several full body passes and increasingly sensuous moans from the brunette JJ flipped her hair back over her shoulder and began tracing the path again, this time with delicate finger tips. She carefully avoided her wife's core and her taut nipples, but began whispering a string of praises for her wife as she worked.

Soon Emily's body erupted in goosebumps at the sensations, with that the blonde couldn't wait any longer for more contact. She swung her leg up and straddled her wife's lower thighs, allowing her to bend forward and kiss the brunettes ample chest.

JJ traced wet open mouthed kisses around the edge of each breast, nipping lightly as she reached the delicate underside. She drew her tongue through the valley between the breasts, then finally turned her attention to the rosy nipples. she took one into her mouth, suckling gently, as she twirled, pulled and pinched the other. Emily moaned her approval at every stage and thrust her chest up into her wife's mouth. After working her wife up into a ragged breathed frenzy she let go of the nipple with a soft pop and sat up before swinging off the bed completely. Emily whined at the loss of contact, making JJ smirk. The blonde quickly secured the dildo she had chosen on to the harness she was wearing. She also brought the small bullet vibrator with her as she climbed back onto the mattress. She threw the vibe onto the far side of the bed before laying herself fully on top of her wife, allowing the dick to lay between them. She kissed Emily deeply tugging on her lips and dominating the brunette with her tongue, she reached down between them carefully and slid her fingers through her wife's dripping folds. Her earlier work and sensuous teasing had served to get her wife well and truly wet, but she wanted to stretch her a little before using the large dildo she had chosen. She quickly pushed in two fingers and began firmly thrusting, scissoring her digits and pushing against the brunettes walls to prepare her. when she felt Emily start clamping down on her fingers she pulled out completely. Sitting back she repositioned herself between the brunettes thighs, grasping Emily's knees and pushing them up to fold onto her chest. this position gave her total control and access. She quickly aligned herself and thrust halfway in, allowing a second for readjustment then pushing in the rest of her length. The brunette bucked after a moment signaling she was ready for more. JJ wasted no time, whipping out and slamming back in. She set a fast pace, grateful for every ab workout she had ever done, allowing her to keep up the strong deep thrusts. Before long Emily had devolved into mewling moans with each thrust, her skin was violently flushed and her breath was coming fast and deep. The blonde knew her wife was close, she removed her hands from her lovers hips and used one to start massaging her clit, whilst the other came to apply pressure to the small stretch of skin below the brunettes taut opening. At the last touch of pressure Emily came with a moaning scream, JJ continued to thrust, slowly downgrading until Emily tapped out at the head board.

"Good girl, you did so well. you look so beautiful when you come baby." JJ continued to praise her wife as she removed her blindfold then unclipped the dildo and removed the harness from her own thighs. She made sure to always keep skin contact with the brunette knowing she would need it. After freeing herself fully she shifted to lay half next to- half on her wife. She reached for the vibrator, switched it on and placed it on her wife's clit, knowing she would still be incredibly sensitive. The blonde nuzzled into Emily's neck kissing and sucking on her delicate skin, careful to only leave marks where they could be easily covered at work. The brunette started bucking into the vibrator, despite the earlier overstimulation. JJ responded in kind, turning the vibe to the highest setting and running tight circles around the hard nub. She then took Emily's lips in her own and kissed her passionately. When they both needed air JJ lent their foreheads together and stared into her wife's dark eyes. "I love you so much baby, can you come for me?" Emily came immediately whimpering and pushing the blondes hand away from her core. JJ turned of the vibrator and pulled her wife close, untying each wrist she kissed it, checking for any marks or bruising. Happy to find none she settled her wife's head on her chest and kissed her hair whilst continuing her litany of praises from earlier.

Emily was asleep within minutes, and JJ carefully slid out from under her wife. She threw on a robe and padded downstairs to pack away all their mess from dinner, turn off the TV and set the coffee machine for the morning. Returning to the bedroom she quickly washed her face stripped out of the now uncomfortable underwear and went back to cuddle with her wife. They rarely got to sleep nude nowadays, with kids likely to barge in at any moment or need comfort in the night, JJ was reveling at the rare privilege. She also knew the skin contact would further help settle her wife, however, the brunette was already sleeping with a contented look on her face, and was more peaceful than she had seemed in weeks.

[flowershines]

Good dream?

Requests: Open

Mike Schmidt x F.Reader (nsfw)

a/n: hey! this is my first story pre-warning there might be some mistakes in this but enjoy!

Warning: smut, wet dream, oral (m. receiving), fluff, fem! dom

2:34am

Walking up to the gated pizzeria you rang the buzzer and waited for a response or basically anything rather than the crickets that were chirping louder than your thoughts.

After about the 3rd time buzzing at the buzzer you hear movement coming towards the front gate where you were standing, the door creaked open revealing your handsome boyfriend, Mike. “Y/n, what are you doing here this early? Why are you up?” He seemed tired the bags under his eyes looked like he hasn’t slept in days while his eyelids we’re struggling to keep themselves awake. Did he just wake up? “I remembered that you said your head was killing you over the phone so I brought you some ibuprofen and some snacks to keep yourself awake during the job.”

Holding up the bag of groceries from your hand giving him a small smile, he rubbed his eyes and opened his arms; embraced in his arms you felt safe in this creepy environment. “Thanks baby I love you so much” he mumbled on my shoulder squeezing into the hug tighter, he took the bag from your hand and was about to head back into the building when you grabbed his arm, “Can I go with you?” you asked not wanting to leave him alone in this place.

“Maybe another time” He suggested as you still held onto his wrist “Baby please you won’t even know i’m there plus I can help you stay awake.” You looked at him with pleading eyes wanting him to say yes, hearing a sigh come from his lips you knew that you had got your way. “Fine, but only to help me stay awake.” “Promise”

Creaking of the door was heard as Mike had closed the door behind you both, stopping in your tracks for a brief moment so that way he could go ahead of you and show you the way up to the security camera room which was where he had been all night long making sure all of the animatronics were in their places.

Showing up to the door you heard sounds coming from further into the building, a small chill ran down you back as this building gave you the creeps. “After you” He stated and opened his right hand towards the door motioning you to go in, shaking off the chills that this place gave you one foot after another you walked into the room where your boyfriend had been working in for multiple nights.

You take it upon yourself to take a seat in the chair that sat in front of the cameras; looking through them you can see two creepy animatronics on one camera and one behind a curtain. Something about it looked odd, continuing to look at the screen where the two animatronics stood.

There was one with ears on top of its head kind of making it look like some sort of bunny while the other one was wearing a small top hat on top of his head, it looked like one was missing as there was an open spot by the one with the top hat.

Looking away from the screens and towards Mike he was looking over your shoulder watching the cameras as well, “Is there supposed to be two?” You questioned looking up at him, “Huh? What do you mean?” His eyes roamed the cameras trying to find what you had been talking about.

“There.” pointing at the camera with the two animatronics that had been standing there, his eyes widened as he rushed to look at the cameras rolling the chair you were sitting in away from the cameras so that way he could get a better look. “Where is she?” he mumbled to himself “She?” jealousy was heard in your voice saying that you had no idea your boyfriend had been spending the night with another girl, anger started to boil waiting for his response.

“Not like that… I’ll explain later.”

Sitting back in your chair he continued looking at the cameras frantically, “What's wrong?” Ignoring your question he stood up from looking at the cameras he went to the doors and closed them, not wanting to put either of you in danger.

Walking back towards the screen you glanced at them and saw a chicken looking on with a bib on and a cupcake on a plate that it was holding, dude what weird place is he working in what even is this place? The animatronic was back in the spot with the other two, you knew something was looking weird with the two just standing there.

Mike looked back at the cameras and saw that she was back in her spot, you hear a sign leave his lips as his body language becomes more relaxed. “What just happened?” “It's a lot to explain, i’ll fill you in some other time” Rolling your eyes wanting to know more you just ignored and kept looking at the screens as everything seemed normal now.

“I promise I'll tell you later but as of right now my main priority is keeping you safe.” Seeing the visible expression of annoyance on your face, “Ok” was all you responded with.

3:02am

Conversation with your boyfriend trying to pass the time, eating the snacks you had brought him. 10 minutes go by and he had told you that he needed to use the bathroom but he didn't want to leave you alone in a dangerous place like this.

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

“Just keep your eyes on the cameras and if anything looks out of the ordinary come and find me ASAP.”

“Got it.”

Mike had walked out of the room shutting it behind him, the lights flickered looking up at them to see if there was a loose bulb or anything.

Seeing nothing you returned your focus to the screen seeing how the three were still on the stage moving your eyes to the next camera you looked at the one with the curtains, they were opened.

Weird, maybe it was the wind or something.

Mike was still in the bathroom, you thought to yourself how long he was taking and wondering if he was okay. Going to open the door to go find him, further down the hallway you hear a sound that had sounded like a weird song.

Du Du Dun Dun Dun Dun Du

Ignoring it you walk down the hall past many doors trying to find the one that Mike had gone into, scared as ever you had realized that you had gone towards the noise.

Not being able to hear anything anymore as your heartbeat was the only thing that filled your ears from how scared you were, turning on the flashlight and pointing it towards the ground.

Seeing two robotic feet standing not even 12 feet away from you, a loud scream the thing made as you saw the feet running towards you.

Quickly turning around and sprinting the other way towards the door where Mike had told you to stay, running past multiple doors on your way that you had passed earlier, something grabbed you from one of those doors and pulled you in and pushed your back up against the door to the room you had just entered.

Getting ready to scream, a hand was already on your mouth trying to keep you quiet, opening your eyes you see your boyfriend was the one that had grabbed you.

Relieved you had let out a big exhale trying to catch your breath, sounds of footsteps were still being heard outside the door that Mike had pulled you into along with bangs on the door.

Looking around it was the bathroom he had told you that he was going to, everything looked rusted and moldy. The faucets had almost turned orange as a light flickered above it constantly. Toilet Paper was found on the ground, this bathroom just didn’t look very pleasant.

Shutting your eyes every time a bang against the door happened, placing your head onto his shoulder being terrified and wanting it all to stop, behind you a click was heard as Mike had just locked the door pulling you into one of the stalls to stay hidden just in case the lock didn’t work.

He had kept his hand on your mouth not even wanting the animatronic to hear a peep come out of your mouth.

Footsteps slowly faded away till nothing but the light flickering was heard, Mike had left the stall but before he did he held up his index finger to his mouth as a way to tell you not to make a sound.

Peeking out from the stall you saw your boyfriend slowly creak open the door and peeked his head outside of the door looking both ways.

He held his hand that was closest to you up and moved it in a come here motion, following his instructions you slowly walked towards him not wanting to make a noise you grabbed onto his hand not letting it go but squeezing it tighter.

He slowly opened the door more as you both made his way towards the security camera room, opening the door and walking in he made sure that you went in first making sure that you were safe.

He walked over towards the security cameras and sat in the chair that was in front of it, letting out a big exhale.

“What the hell was that?!” you whisper shouted

“What I was talking about earlier when I was saying that it was complicated.”

You just stared at him, unable to speak, he patted his thigh telling you to take a seat on his lap.

Walking towards him you sat on his lap not facing him but rather facing the cameras he leaned forward and rested his head on your back.

“I'm sorry.”

Not knowing what to say you just didn’t say anything but just continued to look at the cameras.

4:19am

Time passed as you both haven't talked but rather just looked at the cameras, turning to your side you looked him in the eyes and was only able to say two words.

“I’m scared”

He then grabbed onto your waist pulling you closer, you got into the fetal position on his lap laying on him as he started playing with your hair whispering sweet nothings into your ear as a way to tell you that you were safe with him.

Slowly closing your eyes as you drifted off into a different reality trying to ignore what had just happened.

5:57am

Mike slowly whispered into your ear, rubbing your arm as an attempt to wake you up, moving your hands towards your eyes as you rubbed the sleepiness out of them.

You packed all of your things that you had brought and helped him pack his things up as well.

Walking to the exit of the building you held his arm as he locked up the gate making sure that no one would be able to break into the pizzeria.

You had both agreed to drive to Mike’s house as he had to take care of Abby and make sure that she makes it to school on time.

-Time Skip-

Walking into his house your thoughts were interrupted by Abby giving you a hug and saying how she had missed you.

“You ready?” You asked her

“You're going to drive me!” She exclaimed happily

You hummed in response, Mike gave you a questionable look giving him a hug goodbye and made sure to tell him.

“I know you got no sleep, so go sleep while I'm gone.”

He nodded, “Wake me up when you come back.”

“Okay.” You kissed his cheek

With that you had grabbed Abby’s backpack and put it in the backseat and left the door open as she got in as well.

Walking to the drivers side you opened the door and sat down, “Seatbelts on?” you asked Abby.

“Yup!”

Driving her to school she had her drawing book out and was drawing in it as you drove.

“What are you drawing?”

“You and Mike, you make him happy.”

“Oh really? How do you know?”

“He doesn’t smile as much as he does when he is with you.”

Your heart fluttered.

Arriving at the school she packed up her drawing things and said goodbye to you walking into the building.

On the drive home the only thing you could think about was what Abby had said, her words kept repeating in your head.

-Time Skip-

Closing your car doors and opening the front door, Mike was nowhere to be found so you knew he had taken your advice.

Walking into his room you standed by his door making sure that he was okay as you were about to leave and you heard him.

“Y/n” he moaned

Raising an eyebrow you looked in confusion watching him squirm in his bed.

“Oh yes, Y/n- keep going” he mumbled out of breath

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, going towards the bed you lifted up the blanket.

Only to be revealed by his hard dick bulging out of his underwear.

Placing the blanket back down you think if you should wake him up but you decided not to.

Walking to the living room you hear him getting louder by the minute.

Not even 5 minutes go by and you hear the creaking of his bedroom door open and hear footsteps come closer to you.

“Y/nnn-” he whined

you hummed in response

“Baby need you.” he sounded desperate

“Huh?” Acted clueless of what is going on only made him whine more.

He grabbed your left hand and placed it on his growing bulge.

“See.” He said with a pout on his lips

Running your fingers along the outline of his dick you answered him by saying.

“What we’re you dreaming of?”

“You”

Your finger drew circles on his tip making him whine with desperation.

“Please Y/n”

You grabbed his hand and lead him to his room.

He sat on his bed you got on your knees and started to unbuckle his belt.

“Hurry up.” He demanded

You stopped your movement and took your hands away from him.

Looking up at him he gave you the puppy eyes and then whimpered.

“Please”

“Don’t talk like that, if you want something you ask nicely. This is your only warning you hear me?”

He hummed

You returned to unzipping his pants then pulling them down so he was just in his boxers.

Rubbing his bulge you started to pull his underwear down revealing his hard cock.

Giving his tip kitten licks knowing how crazy he goes when you do that.

He squirms under you from you teasing him, “Please Y/n- I need it so bad!”.

Putting his tip in your mouth you slowly take his whole length in your mouth as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Mhmm more, more, please!”

You can tell how he is trying not to buck his hips in your mouth not knowing how you would react.

Deepthroating him you went as far as you could down his cock.

Continuing to suck his cock you looked up and he is a mess.

His eyes were rolled back, mouth opened agape and his fingers running through your hair.

His breathing got faster and his hips kept bucking up into your mouth, he was trying to control himself.

He really was but it wasn’t working that well, he was getting close and you could tell.

“Keep going Y/n- I’m close”

Not even a minute later his load was shooting into the back of your throat as he held your head down.

You opened your mouth and showed him just before swallowing.

He adjusted himself in his seat, helping him put his dick back into his pants you give his tip a kiss before putting it away.

He shuttered from the stimulation and then zipped up his pants.

“Thank you, I love you” He said getting closer to you about to give you a kiss.

You backed up, “You just came in my mouth.”

“So.”

He leaned forward and kissed you on the lips then pulled you into his bed with him, cuddling up next to him.

“I love you too.”

He smiled and you put your head on his chest, he played with your hair till you fell asleep again.