#i think they were just putting a heavy lid on everything

[lizclipse]

i’m looking to switch to nix to manage stuff on everything and i’m starting with my mac but i don’t use one of the 2 shells nix-darwin supports so i actually can’t use it after hours to trying to figure out literally anything (how is the documentation for anything nix both good and fucking horrendous at the same time) and now it’s 2 in the fucking morning and i don’t know how it got so late and i’m just pissed man

[katsukistofu]

my caffeine mix-up!

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead. | pt. ii

You take a sip of your morning coffee and almost spit it out on your dashboard.

This could not be your order. It was so… unusually sugary. Too sugary. Like someone liquified a whole candy store and shoved it into a venti cup.

Still reeling a little from the overly sweet aftertaste that lingers on your tongue, your eyes trail down to read:

Vt Crml Crnch Frap

5 Banana

Ex Caramel Drizzle

Extra Whip

Extra Ice

Ex Cinnamon

7 pumps Add Dk Crml Sauce

Ex Caramel Crunch

1 pump Honey Blend

Heavy Cream

Double Blended

What kind of pretentious asshole orders this garbage? Were their taste buds dead?

You mentally sent your condolences to the poor person that had to make this disgusting monstrosity of a drink. Please, you would’ve taken one look at the order and thrown it in the trash.

Your eyes searched the paper cup for who your local coffee shop transgressor was– catching sight of a scribble in blue marker reading “H-A.” You moved your hand a bit to reveal a “W-K-S.” A sense of dread creeps in as you numbly stare at the squiggly heart next to it.

It was like someone slipped an ice cube down the back of your shirt.

You had mistakenly picked up the wildly famous winged pro hero’s order and to make things even worse, put your mouth on where his was supposed to be.

Okay that sounded kind of dirty. But it’s not like you could drive back and return it now, what with your lip gloss already staining the lid.

Hey, um, I think I accidentally took a sip of the Hawks’s coffee? Oopsies? You guess you could pay for his order to be remade, but who’s to say he’ll even come back for it, much less accept it from some random stranger?

You were already running late to your desk job as is, and your coworkers were probably scratching their heads, wondering where you were since you always arrived at least half an hour before them. Should you just throw it away and pretend it never happened?

Oh god, would some person dig through the trash the moment you turned your back and extract your DNA from your lip gloss on the lid, thinking you were a deranged fan who stole his drink on purpose?

Or worse—that you were his secret girlfriend picking up his drink who had just wanted a little taste first before delivering it to him?

Your brain starts to wring itself dry of all the possibilities that could happen, shuddering despite each one being as unlikely as the next. An impressive mental workout for an un-caffeinated person at barely eight in the morning.

You wish you never even went to get your usual little treat today. That barista definitely looked right at you when you went to pick up your order, you swear they did.

But now that you’re thinking about it, maybe they were looking at the person standing behind you that you didn’t see as you rushed out of the shop? How do you even miss a man with wings that big?

Something gently knocks on the driver side window and you almost jump out of your seat.

As you roll it down with caution, your brain momentarily stops functioning as you’re met with a pair of striking golden eyes. Another inch of tinted glass down, a strong Grecian nose.

Forget work, the hell. You didn’t even know noses could be that pretty, and as your last bit of window disappears into the car so does your self-respect as you realize he’s abandoned his usual tan-colored jacket, standing before you in his black compression shirt with gold embossment.

Forget everything, actually.

You don't realize you’re holding your breath until he laughs at you, and you sheepishly close your slightly parted lips.

“Didn’t know coffee thieves came this cute.” Drinking in your appearance his keen eyes stray from yours, slowly trailing down to your trembling lips, a stark contrast to the growing smirk on his. “Or this nervous.”

His fingers drum absentmindedly on the side of your car door, clear amusement written across his handsome face as he waits for you to say something. You collect yourself and snap out of your thoughts, taking a deep breath.

“I’msososorryIdrankyourcoffee!” You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment as your words come out in a jumble. “I totally grabbed the wrong order and I can’t believe I didn’t see you waiting behind me, I swear I’m not a creep–”

“Hey, hey,” Hawks gently interrupts you, reassurance laced in his voice. “It’s all good, no harm done.” He taps the paper cup that somehow miraculously hasn’t slipped out of your fingers yet.

“Sooo was it good?”

You choke on air, not expecting that. “Your drink?”

“Yeah, my drink.” He shoots you a cheeky grin. That bastard. “Good or nah?” You pause, contemplating if you should lie–no. No, today you chose honesty.

“...Genuinely, I have no idea how you drink this shit.”

Hawks laughs at your bold answer. “Thanks for being my little taste tester anyways. Too sweet, huh?” The tip of his finger traces around the remnants of your lip gloss on the lid, the cup still in your now slightly shaky hand as you nod.

His touch seared against your skin, as his pretty fingers closed around yours to raise the drink up to his lips to take a slow sip, eyes never leaving your own.

With a gaze that was infuriatingly sultry as it was sweet, like a bird of prey beckoning a field mouse to be their next meal, he murmurs, “Just how I like it.”

You’re not really sure he was talking about the coffee anymore.

He hums, and your thighs involuntarily clench a bit as his soft-looking mouth closes around the opening of the lid to take another sip.

“I’d say you’re a villain that deserves their own special category.” He grins, eyes sparkling conspiratorially. “One that involves letting me take her out to dinner.”

If you weren’t sitting down you know your legs would have given out. “Like… like on a date?” You gape at him incredulously. Because there was no way. Hawks. Just asked you out.

“Now sweetheart, what else would it be?” Hawks smirks at your dazed expression, like you’re sure you misheard him. So cute. “I mean, unless you don’t want to–”

“No!” He blinks, and your hand flies to cover your mouth at your sudden outburst.

“I-I mean, I want to…” You shyly say at a much quieter volume, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. He leans closer to you with a grin, languidly resting his folded arms over the open frame of your car door.

“It’s a date then. I know this really good sushi and ramen place down the block near my agency, my treat of course.”

“If I’m a villain is this your idea of rehabilitation?” You joke dryly. “Because it’s working.”

He tips your chin up. “Oh don’t worry pretty, I’m just getting started with turning you into a good girl.” A hot flush creeps up your neck to your cheeks, and you almost melt into a puddle right then and there at your steering wheel.

“I’d love to stay but I’m actually so late for work right now.” You utter weakly, chin still resting against his finger. Hawks tilts his head at that, unfolding his vibrant crimson wings as he wordlessly opens the front door of your car.

With little effort and an impressive flex of his biceps, plus a sharp intake of breath from you, one of his arms slips under your thighs and another firmly hugs you just under your shoulder blades as he lifts you up to his firm chest.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he feels your flustered arms hastily reach up to wrap around his neck. Honeyed eyes like molten gold meet yours as he gives a gentle squeeze to your thigh through your pencil skirt, and once again you find yourself needing a reminder to breathe.

“So, where to?”

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“IS THAT FUCKING HAWKS OUTSIDE OUR COMPANY’S BUILDING?!”

say you can’t sleep, baby i know, that’s that me expresso~ ♪

[poguehearted77]

After Hours

summary: Rafe lets his jealousy get the best of him and it pisses you off, but he makes it up to you after hours.

"Y/n, he's doing it again" Carly whispers over your shoulder as you work on drying off the bar glasses and putting them back on the shelf. You sigh on the outside but your insides warm at the thought of Rafe staring at the back of your figure. This is how it always goes.

He always wants to see you, claiming he can't get enough while you pull away, dedicated to your job. So Rafe decides why not kill two birds with one stone and come see you at work.

Unfortunately, wherever Rafe goes, his posse follows, and considering they're notorious party animals, they can't seem to hold their liquor. "Hey, Let's get another round goin' over here!" Topper shouts, words slurred and eyes heavy-lidded. Anyone within a mile radius could hear the cheers that came from their table at the announcement, and it made you dread going over there, but it's your job.

Not that you hated where you worked, it was right in the heart of figure eight, not too far from where you lived and it pays well most days, but drunk kooks pay even better.

As you walked over with a tray of shots, their hollers grew louder in volume and the environment made you nervous. Not because of the noise at their table, but because of the silence that Rafe held as you placed everything down.

His quiet, blue gaze lingered over your curves as you smiled at the boys. "Wow, you're just too pretty to be working at this hour. How about you pull up a chair and join us?" Topper's hand gently holds your upper arm and Rafe finally speaks up.

Prompted by a flare of jealousy, "Get your hands off her, Top." Rafe's voice overpowers the table to a still silence that even startled you. Topper immediately moves his hand as Kelce 'Oohs'. "Shit man, my bad." He apologizes. Rafe sends you an apologetic glance that you ignore before hastily collecting your tray and returning to the bar.

But it was too late. You were already upset.

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The bar had just let out its last customer and you worked on wiping down the tables, most of the lights off and the blinds shut. Some street lights managed to seep through the cracks in the shutters which left golden shadows on the black marble countertops.

It takes a knock on the door to finally pull your head up from the task on hand where you are locking eyes with Rafe on the other side of the glass. You stepped towards the door, not unlocking it.

Your arms crossed and your expression conveyed what he already knew. "Open the door." Voice muffled but you still hear him loud and clear, you huff, knowing he would break the door down if he needed to. You opened it.

"You know I'm not a fucking child, right Rafe?" You sneer, and he locks the door behind him. "I know that. I just hate seeing other guys hit on you. It does things to me- shit makes me just wanna-" his expression contorts, unable to describe the emotion.

"I know, but you gotta trust me. You think I like when that bitch Holly from the yacht club has her hands on you? No, but I trust you." You throw the cloth down on the bar.

Watching as Rafe rounded the island to be on your side, finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. His stone-cold blue eyes run warm as he grins down at you, "I don't give a fuck what Holly does, cuz at the end of the day all I'm thinkin' bout is you."

He leans down, his breath ghosting over your lips. Just barely giving you a taste of what you so desperately need. "I still don't forgive you." You quip, hardly able to step away before his big hand is wrapped around your neck, a light pressure applied, a warning.

"You think I'm lying? I'll show you who the fuck this dick belongs to. How about that, yeah?"

In a blur of heated kisses and hot touches, your clothes were scattered across the floor and your bra had landed somewhere on the rack, forgotten as Rafe fucked you mindless over the counter.

His thick cock pummeling in and out of your soaked cunt. He grabs a fistful of your dark curls, pulling you up so your back can meet his chest. "Now tell me, baby. Who does this pussy belong to, huh?" He hisses through clenched teeth, overwhelmed by the tight grip your walls provided him.

"M-me." You moan pathetically and it makes him laugh. He lets you go, and your upper half falls back onto the counter unceremoniously. He pulled out slowly, all the way until only the tip remained buried. "Try again."

He plummets back inside your core, his tip kissing your cervix and you scream, eyes filling with tears as you blabber, begging him not to stop. "Let's try that again, yeah? Who does this pussy belong to."

"You! You-- fuck! It's yours, all yours. No one else's."

He grins, he already knew this, of course. He just liked hearing you say it.

[xxknockoutxx]

Izuku

(this is just something to put out for fun but I take heavy inspiration from Glitched they're freaking amazing! I hope they are doing well ❤️‍🩹🥦)

It was another day of sitting at home without a care in the world. Waiting for your husband to come home, this was the one day where you weren't working or out doing chores. The giant house that you and your pro hero husband inhabited was so intimidatingly big, that seeing the house so quiet and empty kinda scared you but in a good way. Like a really secured way.

It wasn't all that lonely I suppose with your husband texting you every once and in a while with memes or compliments or how much he misses you. He's gotten the hang of One for All and is the number 1 hero. All this sounds pretty good for you guys but it's not...

The stronger your hunk of a husband gets, the longer he'll be working and that means less time for you too. This was probably the 3rd day he'd been vacant from the house this week so you were tired of it. I mean who wouldn't be?

I'm just gonna have to make him forget work when he comes back. you thought. Sure it was a lot easier said than done but you are Y/-fuckin-N! Ain't nobody or nothing gonna stop you from getting what you want✨

*Bzzz* Your phone buzzes and you find out it's your husband.

🥦My hero🥦: Hey baby I got some good news! 😁

I'll be home either tonight or next morning! I can't wait to see my precious little Bunny💚

Your heart swelled as you read the text you eagerly texted him back showing your excitement before going back to brainstorming. Shit.... Now you're on a time limit. With little time you began thinking about a dinner; one with a huge table full of different foods and of course dessert but will that be enough for your busy husband to stay home?

Annoyed and stressed, you just focus on that one thing, preparing food. You walked into the kitchen and searched the full fridge for things to cook. thankfully you had the ingredients to try some viral recipe you saw on Pinterest.

After cooking and laying everything out on the table you decided to change into something more anticipating you changed into some tiny pajamas and black lingerie under it. Surely it would do something to him to see those thin, black and green panties.

"Bun! I'm home!" Your heart froze up before running to the front door and hugging and kissing the breath out of Izuku.

"baby! Hiii" "Hey bun... You look so....- He takes in the way that the shirt you were wearing hugs your curves. The way that it just barely shows the outline of your hardening nipples. —Good..."

"I made you a little sumthin-" You help him put his stuff down and drag him towards the kitchen. This food is gonna be so fucking good that he's gonna eat this and then eat me- wait.

As Izuku takes a seat and looks in awe at all the food on the table. After working 22 hour shifts for 3 days straight you get kinda hungry. He waited for you to be seated as you walked to the table with his plate of healthy servings.

"thank you so much, Bunny. I love you."

You smile and join him at the table, in your rightful chair or throne rather; Izuku's lap.

He begins to chow down on all of his food rather quickly, while spouting his compliments about you and the food. "Wow this is so good, Bun" and "You look so pretty today" and "Did you get all dolled up for me?"

At the end of the meal you carefully bring him upstairs and take off his hero gear. Making sure to be slow and to add a sway to your movements. At this point Izuku's eyes were lidded and he still had that same smile of adoration but it seemed almost suspecting.

You pushed him back on the bed and slowly took off the pajamas. (Deku merch obviously) Under it you had your dark green and black lingerie.

"wow.. you were ready for me, weren't you bun?"

He cups your cheek and pulls you onto his lap. You feel his warm, calloused hand touch your face as a familiar sensation of Izuku's bulge rubbing against your sweet spot.

You lean in for a kiss and start playing with the zipper on his hero suit pants. As you do he slips a hand on your waist and deepens the kiss while helping you loosen his pants and takes off his suit.

"lemme help you with that bun..."

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"F-fuck! Wait! Izu...." Of course after working for so long and so hard your husband is gonna be a little pent up. Not being able to come home to see his pretty, loyal wife. The only way to solve that? A fucking mating press. Nothing can compare to the satisfaction of a good fucking. Especially passionate, rough and deep sex.

I mean if you aren't screaming his name at the end is it even considered a good fucking? Clearly he isn't putting in enough effort if you give him a reaction that's anything less than a moan of his name, unintelligible mumbles, or praises. So he'll go for a couple hours. Maybe he'll be satisfied after a few positions, some breeding, and marking. Just to make sure you know you're his.

And right after he would take a shower with you cuddle with you and make sure you were at 100 percent and then only then would he go to sleep with you in his arms. An unbreakable grasp.

Then he'll do the same thing next week.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

pt2 of liaison!reader getting shot ft. boyfriend spence

pt1 right here

there was loud beeping beside your ear and the lights were still too bright with your eyes shut. your face scrunched as you slowly came to, feeling a scratchy material over your chest and arms. you tried pushing yourself up, but your arms were jelly and there was a sharp pain rising up your left side.

you groaned and hissed, tears pricking at your lashes when the sensation didn’t stop. the beeping spiked and it worsened a hidden headache. “hey, hey your fine. just lay down.” a comforting voice mixed with gentle hands at your shoulders.

your head flattened into a pillow and you slowly worked your eyes open, lashes feeling sticky and eyes crusty. harsh fluorescent lighting lit your space, showing you plain white walls and a sterile space, a hospital room.

your brows scrunched and you slowly moved your head to find the source of the soft voice. hovering over your laying figure was spencer, your worried boyfriend with his messy hair. you wanted to smooth it out, but your arms felt like weights.

“spence,” his name a crack from your dry throat. it caused a harsh cough from your lips that rattled your chest, you saw spencer move quick to grab some water with a straw and pushing it to your lips, “drink, please.”

feeling refreshed you asked, “what- what happened?” everything looking fuzzy in your memories as you tried to recall how you ended up here.

spencer sat slowly beside your thigh, his nimble fingers caressing at your dry knuckle. “you were shot by the unsub. he kidnapped a kid from a previous family and used him as bait.” he licked his lips as he looked down, “you lost a lot of blood in the ambulance. i thought-“

“hey,” noticing him choking up and rushing to ease his worry. “spence, i’m breathing.” not wanting to console him with saying you were fine, cause you weren’t. and you didn’t want to put a burden on his shoulders with saying that he saved your life. all that mattered was that you were stable and breathing.

“is the kid safe?” hoping they caught the killer and rescued the child from anymore harm. spencer nodded as he controlled his labored breathing, “he’s somewhere in the hospital as they check him over. the unsub is in custody.” you nodded absentmindedly.

spencer reached to tuck his fingers behind your ear and run it along your jaw, “told hotch we’re both gonna take a month off.” he rubbed his thumb on your chin while his warm eyes wandered around your sickly face.

you licked your lips, leaning your head into his touch. “probably for the best. not very eager to be around guns for a bit.” trying for humor, but it landed flat. worried you won’t be able to do your job after this incident.

spencer spoke up, hushed and loving, “we could visit my mom after you’re safe for travel. she’s been missing you.” probably able to tell what you’re thinking so heavily about.

your heavy lids blinked slowly and you smiled, cheek muscles aching. “that’d be nice. want to hear more stories of baby spence.” getting quiet, suddenly feeling depleted of energy.

you heard spencer give a muffled laugh, “i could always tell you.” there was a bit of shuffling on the small bed. a warm presence beside you then a hand slowly moving your head to lean and rest. your breathing started to grow heavy, the smell of spencer, a simple clean cologne that mixed with his every present fragrance of books soothed your muscles.

“once when i was little…”

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a/n: for @abandonlilly

[angelicpoison12]

silky smoke ✧˖°.

Adam decides to share a blunt with you, his tour manager. things take a spicy turn when he gets a boner <3

wordcount: 1.6K

CW: 420 USE (Adam gets stoned LMAO)

tags: stoned blowjob, 420 use, Adam smokes while you suck his dick, rockstar!Adam, sloppy French kissing, thigh riding, you get off using Adam’s thigh! <3, (mild) praise kink, gn!reader, afab!reader

NSFW, 18+ ☆

you really need to learn how to tell Adam 'no'.

it's not your fault that the venue owners enforced the 'no smoking' rule so much. but with how much Adam was bitching and moaning, you decided to give in, hoping he'd shut up long enough for you to count the ticket costs and earnings of tonight's performance.

"baaaabeee... c'mere, hit this with me," Adam said with a giggle, smirking at you. he had taken off his mask, and his amber eyes were droopy, the whites a little pink. they were half lidded, his hands holding his bong as he began sucking up the white smoke. he had a silver zippo lighter lighting the cush, the water bubbling like a witch's brew in his bong. you smiled at him playfully. you weren't one to smoke; so you'd let him have his fun. "no, i'm fine, Adam.. but thanks. go on and enjoy yourself," you told him kindly, continuing to count the cash from the box in your lap. "fuck yeah! more for me," Adam laughed greedily. his bong was simple, but really cool. it was a regular glass bong that had little stars imprinted into the glass, almost in a 3D design, so you could run your fingers over the stars and feel the ridges of them. the glass was colored gold, and Adam went the extra mile to cut into his mask, allowing him to smoke with it on.

after just two hits, he was fucking gone. Adam was laying back on the venue couch, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at the ceiling, and he was making soft motions at everything. you had finished counting the earnings, so you decided to sit beside him. you had never seen Adam so stoned before, so this was kind of a funny sight.

"Adam, do you need anything?" you asked, gently running your fingers through his hair, threading the locks. he shrugged, making a soft noise as he put his head in your chest, his nose right in your sternum. you couldn't resist blushing at the sensation. "do you want a snack?" he shrugged, nonverbal. oh my god he was adorable. "some water? is your throat dry?" Adam immediately perked up and nodded, his lips a little parted. he began pressing his moist lips to your chest, leaving some wet marks on your shirt.

you blushed more at that, your cheeks the shade of raspberries. "okay you little manchild, let me get you some water, okay?" you said with a smirk. Adam huffed when he realized that meant you had to get up. with a pout, he moved aside, letting you get up.

you came back a few minutes later with a water from a vending machine outside of the venue. you were glad that you had the door locked, thankfully keeping the stench of Adam's stash inside. you knew that he'd never be allowed to play a show here again if the owners knew just how much of a loser pothead he was.

Adam took a few sips of the water, sighing dramatically before putting it down. he seemed a little more on Earth now. "fuck, i needed that.. thanks babe," he said. the petname made you look away, biting your lip. it wasn't out of the ordinary for Adam to call you cheeky nicknames casually; but you couldn't deny the rush it made you feel between your thighs.

"hm, there is one thing i still need though." "what, a bag of chips? a beer?" you asked, a joking sense of sarcasm dragging in your voice. "nah. although, a bag of Funyuns don't sound too bad right now..." Adam said thoughtfully, a hand lifting to rub the stubble on his chin. "i was gonna ask for some sloppy head. buttttt, i dunno, i think the chips are just as goo-"

oh, you were on your knees before Adam even finished his stupid request.

"shut up.." you muttered, undoing Adam's pants. you had to unbuckle his heavy studded belt, starting to unzip the denim fabric. "that's it. i knew you'd drop to your knees, fuckin' always eager to please, huh?" Adam asked with a cocky grin. he grabbed his bong again, pushing down some of the burnt bowl, knowing he could get at least one more hit out of it.

you huffed at his antics, but your cheeks were still flushed. you bit your lip, tugging his pants down to reveal his boxers. they were black and had little gold stars on them, cute. his dick was straining against the soft material, his tip leaking already, making a wet patch in the see-through material. "fuck babe, already drooling for my cock, huh? go on and get it out, do what you were born for." Adam said with a smirk, starting to flick open his lighter again. he reached lazily for his mask, putting it back on. he knew you enjoyed watching the smoke pour of it when he was getting stupid like this.

your tongue met the tip, and a hiss left Adam. you had always told yourself, and your parents, that you'd never fall for such a loser. a stereotypical frattish punk that could easily crush your heart from another girl (or guy, he was just that hot) if he really wanted to. Adam hadn't yet... so maybe you were in the clear? or were you just a little more special than any other fuck he had come across in his many years of touring and playing in dirty, dark venues?

Adam started to suck more smoke, humming as he did so. your mouth took in his length, your tongue swirling along the tip, your hands gripping his thick thighs. you glanced up, watching as Adam began to exhale. the white smoke began cascading out of his mask, the sight almost making you cum right then and there, untouched. it came out of the mouth portion, as well as around his eye mesh, and he was smirking at you, a hand coming down to pet your hair. "so good f'me.." he groaned, starting to slowly but surely thrust in and out of your mouth, making you choke a little at the impact. "relax, baby. just breathe.."

this was different from his usual movements. since Adam was stoned, they were sloppy, but.. soft? yeah, soft. as if he was intentionally being gentle. you liked it though. you preferred this since last time you nearly threw up on his dick (he was not happy about that).

"fuck.. babe, i'm gonna cum," Adam warned, his head tipped back, the horns of his mask digging into the couch. you movements got a little faster, the tip constantly hitting your uvula, making tears well up in your eyes. "look at me, babe. look at me when i cum in your mouth." you obeyed quicker than a snap. your eyes gazed up at him as if he were a deity.

the way you looked at him, your tongue, the hollowing of your cheeks, the drool dripping down your chin-it was all too much for Adam. he came with a shaky groan, his hips bucking into your mouth, forcing his semen down your gullet. you tried to squirm away, but Adam was a dick, so he kept your head down with his large hands. they were so big that they nearly took up your entire skull, the rings on his fingers fat and the gems digging into your scalp. the sting merely added to it all, making you moan and choke.

Adam finally let you come up when he felt you swallow, sighing and huffing, catching his breath as if he'd just spent the last five minutes sprinting for his life. "damn, all out already?" you asked playfully, tucking his flaccid cock back into his pants, zipping them back up. "it's tiring being me." Adam remarked, pouting. he took his mask back off, his forehead covered in sweat, hair wet from it as well. he patted his lap, inviting you up.

you got up in Adam's lap, squeaking when his hands were on your hips, guiding you back and forth on his thigh, making your eyes go cloudy as you clasped a hand over your mouth. "don't be shy, baby. i know you need to get off too.. you're fuckin' soaking my thigh, baby. that little pussy's jus' purrin' for me, hm?" fuck, his words were making you weak.

your feverish humping began. you were doing it with no shame. in fact, you were giving it your all, knowing Adam liked the show. you cupped his face, kissing him, the two of you closing your eyes. you felt your tongues tenderly caressing, the silky flesh making you melt. one of Adam's hands came up to caress your chest, squeezing and fondling the flesh, making you keen.

"cum for me, baby. it's okay babe, i've got jeans in the bus, i can just change when we get to the hotel.." Adam sweetly whispered, continuing to tonguefuck your mouth, making you shake. you came on his thigh, shaking and mewling like a pathetic little kitten, clinging to him. "shh, fuck babe.. fuckin' stained my jeans." Adam chuckled, dipping his fingers down to rub your thighs, bringing his digits back to his lips to taste you. he kissed you again, both hands sliding down to cup your ass.

you knew he'd only continue when you got to the hotel for the next show...

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my sweet little snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @frxstwalker, @cosmiiwrites

[anemptypuddingcup]

luffy trying to get his pretty little wife pregnant? omfg ill actually foam at the mouth LIKEEE

Y’ALL HAVING THESE WONDERFUL IDEAS, I LOVE Y’ALL!! I damn near got carried away with this one.

Luffy & Breeding.

He presses sweet little kisses against your ear while his hand groped your breasts softly, a little smile appearing across his face. You giggle against him, a bit surprised at his loving affection. He never did it often unless it was something a bit serious or he was feeling some type of way. Maybe he just felt more sweet and loving than usual.

“What’s gotten into you Luffy?~” You giggle, turning your head and pressing your lips against kiss. Luffy nips at your ear, his breaths heaving against the shell of it before he sighs heavily. “Wanna do it bare…I wanna feel you.” He whispered to you. Your eyes widens and your perk up from his words.

“You…You mean without protection Luffy?” You asked, staring deep into his eyes. He grins. He climbs over you, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at your body. He slowly grows harder from his thoughts. The thought of seeing your tummy swollen with his babies made him flare up with arousal.

It was so sudden but Luffy really wanted to see you pregnant. The baby fever was hitting him hard and he wanted to have his children with you soon.

“Wanna put a baby in ya…Wanna make ya a mama~” Luffy whispers to you, his hand trailing from your breast to your tummy. He pats your tummy before giving you a little smirk. “See? Wanna see ya tummy full f’my babies, Shishishi~” He snickers.

You couldn’t help but to be speechless at his words, your hand pressed over your mouth as you were filled with shock. The precious little man hovered above you, staring at you before he made another move. “Ya wanna be a momma? Ya wanna?” He asks eagerly, his hands cupping your face.

You think intently. You weren’t really prepared to have a child, then again everything is so up and sudden with Luffy. Even if he never thinks of a plan, somehow he makes it work. You smiled softly. “You wanna be a daddy Luffy?” You asked him. He trembles from your question, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“Fuck yeahhh~”

“Lemme getcha pregnant mamas~”

You smile wider.

“Make me a momma Luffy.”

***

You breathe heavily against your pillow as you buried your face deep into the cotton. A lengthy moan leaving your sweet lips while Luffy continues to pound his cock deep inside of your sloppy cunt. His fingerprints lefts dark marks against the inside of your hips as he held onto them tightly.

You hear him huff and groan heavily indicating that he was close to blowing another load inside of you again. “Ahh~ Ah!~ S-Shit take this one t-too!~” He gasps, his cock twitching deep inside of your aching hole. You let out a dry mewl as Luffy cums inside of you one again, his cock kissing your cervix as he tried his damn hardest to fill you up to the brim.

A heavy breath leaves both you before Luffy pulls your hips up higher, making sure that his seed would stay in you at all cost. You moan out softly as he chuckles, pressing a loving kiss to your neck.

“Cmon~ Lemme fill ya up some more. That’s not as nearly enough.”

[famwhy]

Inconsistent

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X F!Reader

Synopsis: In which, Hobie Brown confuses the shit out of you.

Note: following up on my last post, here is how I would write Hobie's speech patterns.

"What are you doin' up 'ere?"

Your lids fluttered open, eyes flitting to the side.

He stood there, hands stuffed in those ridiculously high pockets you always criticised with a click of your tongue; criticisms he would respond to with a light, airy laugh that never failed to melt your insides and turn you into a pile of mush.

The glow of the billboard lit him up, coating his silhouette in a warm orange that complimented him so well—bringing out his piercing, dark eyes in ways you had only ever dreamt of.

"I just felt like the ground was getting a little boring." You shrugged, forcibly tearing your gaze away from his intoxicating form to bring it back to the twinkling city below you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Your peripheral caught the sight of those familiar, heavy boots appearing out of nowhere to swing beside your own and, all of a sudden, the bustle of the sparkling street below you was the least of your worries.

Ultimately, you found your eyes trailing back up to his form—breath hitching in your throat as you gazed at him once again.

He was close; much closer than usual. His knees were practically touching your own and the piercings that littered his face glinted under your gaze. Half-lidded eyes stared back at you—a smirk sly enough to make you gulp situated on his handsome face.

"What you sayin'?"

"Hm?" You blinked.

"C'mon, love, I know when some'in's goin' on in that pre'y likkle head of yours." His leg nudged against your own, instantly sending warm tingles through your whole body. "You can chat to me; 'bout anything. You know that."

You almost couldn't help the fond smile that stretched across your lips at his words. "Yeah, I know."

Hobie had always been tender and caring; sweet and kind. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to put it. It was one of the reasons why your legs turned to jelly when around him; one of the many reasons why he absolutely floored you.

He was just so vocal about everything he believed in—held such strong opinions that he was never afraid of voicing out; that he would yell and scream at the top of his lungs about—you had almost found yourself envious of his confidence.

Even his clothes were loud; bold and so incredibly out there. You couldn't ignore his presence even if you wanted to—

—and to be honest, you never really did want to.

"How's the youngen?"

"He's fine, still on my arse about not needing his big sis to coddle him—" you rolled your eyes, "—how're yours?"

"They're 'opeless," snickered the guy, "man's out 'ere lookin' at 'er like she's the only person in the world and they're still not together."

He threw his hands up in his exasperation and you found yourself giggling slightly—you always did at his antics, no matter how ridiculous.

"...what about you?"

He rose a brow. "What about me?"

"You, uh, you have anyone you're thinking about that way?" A sudden rush of nervousness hit you all at once and you found yourself wondering why exactly you decided to open your damn mouth. "Y'know, like a— a girlfriend or something?"

"I don't believe in labels."

He said it—plain and simple—and your heart felt like it shattered in your chest, pieces of broken shards getting stuck to your insides to sting you even further.

"Oh..."

He didn't believe in labels. You probably weren't even on the list of potential lovers for him. Of course, how could you have let yourself hope for anything more?

"There's this one girl though."

You blinked, the rapidly growing pool of salty water in your eyes being desperately put to a halt. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's a nice one—nice personali'y—" he placed one arm against the rough stone of the building, leaning in so close, you could feel the light puffs of his breath against your skin, "—'m thinking of goin' for it."

You wanted to be mad at him, to loathe him for liking another girl while you were so obviously head over heels for him—but in that moment, all you could focus on were his lips and the shockingly short amount of distance between them and your own.

Your heart was beating right out of your chest and you were just so confused. Here he was, talking to you about some girl he was interested in; shattering your heart in a million pieces like some worthless, glass vase—and then he was somehow making the useless shards continue to beat pathetically at just his proximity right after he broke them.

He was just so—

"Mm?!"

Your eyes widened a little, disbelief rendering you unable to move; to respond to the sudden feeling of lips on your own—of his lips on your own.

You. He was talking about you.

Warmth bubbled inside of you—coating your whole form in a lovely sheen of bliss—and soon, your lids fluttered shut as you pushed back against him—reciprocating his passion with your own.

The kiss was sweet and tender, but it soon grew into something more than that. His arm wound around your waist as soon as you kissed back, pulling you flush up against his form and allowing you to feel the heat of his body against your own.

Your fingers made their way to his wild locks, tugging on them as you felt his hands trail down, landing on your arse and pulling you onto his lap—as though just having you right up against him wasn't enough; as though he had to have you closer.

The electricity that ran through your body was enough to coax a smile out of you—one you knew he could feel through the kiss; that you hoped he would reciprocate with just as much love.

And he did, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own—dazed, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you with a mixture between a suggestive smirk and a genuinely joyful smile on his face.

You almost forgot to breathe as you looked at him with just as many pink clouds littered in your gaze—just as much adoration written clearly in your eyes.

"How about it, love?" He asked against your lips, "wanna be mine?"

You giggled dreamily, almost like a little school girl with a crush. "I thought you didn't believe in labels?"

"I don't believe in consistency."

It was official—

—Hobie Brown was the most confusing man you had ever met.

[kingkat12]

procrastination (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: FLUFF, biting, suggestive content, mentions of sex

summary: Roman knows exactly why you're up so late-- and now it's time to get you to admit it and go to bed

word count: 1,155

a/n: enjoy this oneshot i wrote at one a.m. yesterday to talk myself into going to sleep, and i hope it might work as efficiently for u as well<3333

"You should go to bed,"

I turned away from my computer, staring back at Roman with an annoyed look in my eyes-- still, I was sure he would spot the heaviness of my lids instead, along with the way my lashes moved in slow strokes as I continued to battle sleep. "I can't. I have to finish this,"

"You don't have to do anything at all," he murmured, taking off his reading glasses as he put today's paper down in his lap-- I was glad he finally wore them after I had dragged him to the optician to get a prescription. "This is just yesterday's argument all over again."

I cocked a brow; "We're not arguing, though?"

"... You know what I mean,"

"We didn't exactly argue yesterday, either,"

Roman sighed, the yellow hues of a lamp nearby dipping into the golden brown of his hair. "Yeah, you're right," He placed the paper next to him on the couch, crossing his legs as he stared back at me. I wasn't sitting too far away as he had allowed me to use his home office today, and he was on the couch a little further away from the desk. I loved being in this room; it smelled like Roman. It looked like Roman. Everything from the minimalistic style of the interior to the whisky glasses scattered all around the room which he had forgotten to put coasters beneath. He continued; "We didn't argue, and I'm not going to argue with you now either. I'm simply saying that you don't have to get that stuff done right now."

"But--"

"It's not life or death, is it?" Roman shifted, uncrossing his legs as he moved to the edge of the couch. "How much work do you really think you can get done at one in the morning?"

I shrugged. Being put on the spot like this wasn't my favourite thing in the world. Realizing I had to get real with him to get my point across, I let my shoulders slump as I rolled the office chair an inch or two away from my previous spot near the desk. I had to do everything in my power to not start spinning around on it like I usually liked to do with chairs like these. "I don't want to sleep, though,"

Roman nodded, ready to attack the root of the problem; "Why?" he asked, voice soft and gentle. 

I wanted to shut down. Go quiet again and get back to work. Still, I had a feeling this was coming from genuine concern-- and when Roman Godfrey is concerned about your sleep schedule, you know something is off. "I've procrastinated all day," I mumbled, tapping my fingers against the table as I grew uncomfortable with the truth I had suppressed. "I'm procrastinating now. And if I don't make my mind busy with something, I will think about the fact that I haven't gotten anything done today."

Humming, Roman folded his arms over his chest as he listened. Had he not been my boyfriend, I could've mistaken him for my therapist. "You staying up any longer won't change that, though,"

"Yeah," I breathed, no longer meeting his gaze. "But at least I'm not rolling around in bed right now feeling guilty about it." My sentence ended with a sigh, and it didn't take long before I drove my elbows against the hard wood of the desk and buried my face in my hands. Just talking about sleeping made me further exhausted-- was this what he wanted to get out of this conversation? My next words were muffled against my palms; "You don't have to stay up with me, if that's what you're doing. You should get some sleep."

Roman remained quiet, nodding to himself as he kicked back on the couch and ended up in a casual manspread. He grabbed the paper beside him-- "I'll make myself busy with this crossword. By the time I'm done, I hope you've come to your senses,"

I peeked at him through my fingers, and I couldn't help the confusion coursing through my veins as I spotted him reaching for a pen. Was he actually going to do this? Roman Godfrey... doing a crossword puzzle? I must've opened a portal into an alternative universe with my whining. "Come to my senses about what?"

Roman shrugged, filling in his first word on the paper as he no longer met my gaze. "How much nicer it would be to roll around in bed with me instead of doing whatever it is you're doing on your computer,"

Oh. He had a point. I hated when he did that. "Doesn't sound like we'd be getting much sleep that way either,"

Roman chuckled softly, mostly to himself, and wrote down another vertical word across the puzzle. "Perv,"

"... Me?"

"Yes, you," He tsked, pulling his pen away to think about which word to go for next. "Rolling around in bed doesn't necessarily have to mean sex."

I cocked a brow-- "Roman, are you perhaps having a stroke? Everything usually means sex when you're the one talking,"

"Well, tonight I'm a new man," He smiled as he found the answer for a word going across, finally meeting my eyes as he finished filling in the empty slots. "What do you say about making out like we're sixteen and sexually repressed?"

I nearly choked on air. "That's specific,"

"I'm not denying that,"

"How is that different from just... making out like usual?"

Roman leaned his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he thought out loud; "I think it'd just be messier. So uncoordinated that we'd constantly be knocking teeth,"

It was impossible not to laugh-- "You want to knock teeth, Roman?"

He turned his head to me, his green eyes meeting mine with the loveliest of smiles. "Fuck yeah. I'll even bite you if we get that far,"

"... Christ," With a giggle, I shut my laptop. "Fine! I'll go to bed, but only if you promise to keep your teeth far away from mine."

Roman sucked in a sharp breath as he got up to approach me. He spun the chair to make me face him, and he leaned down far enough for his hot breath to graze my cheek; "Actually, I'll bite you right now if you don't get out of my chair, young lady,"

Oh, I loved this mood of his. "Your chair?"

"Yes. My chair," His classic smirk made an appearance as his eyes darkened; "And my girl." 

It didn't take long before Roman scooped me up, hoisting me over his shoulder as I yelped. Still, I knew there was no fighting him. If I did, I'd get another one of those bite marks on my thighs that would linger for days, and I couldn't go through that again. To be frank, I planned to wear more short skirts going forward-- I was visiting his actual office tomorrow, and I planned to make my visit one he'd remember for longer than I had ever had a bite mark lingering on my skin.

[littlexdeaths]

ten minus two with you - r.b.

modern robin buckley x queer reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: robin and reader are in their 20’s, allusions to smut, reader is a tease, oral sex, fingering, public sex, heavy petting, both reader and robin are tipsy & in love, getting caught, little nod to queer steve

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by the few times i’ve had steamy make out sessions in bathroom stalls oops. the title is a line from one of kehlani’s new songs called 8… go stream it now.

word count: 1.7k

also big thank you to both @strangerstilinski and @xxbimbobunnyxx for listening to me ramble and helping me so much. ily both so much!! now enjoy babes xx.

You’re a mess of limbs and colorful fabric as you both stumble into the bathroom of the bar. Your sweaty bodies are buzzing from the flow of alcohol in your veins and the feel of her lips against yours.

Your lipgloss is smudged, the glitter littering your cheeks has transferred to hers in your hurry to taste each other. The blonde eagerly leads you into the stall, caging your body against the door. Her fingers fumble to slide the lock into place before they are back on you.

“You really know how to keep a girl waiting, huh?” She all but grumbles, earning a small giggle from you as her lips trail down your jaw.

You hadn’t meant to tease her per se, but it was genuinely so easy with Robin.

All you had to do was bat your lashes in her general direction and she’s flustered. But the outfit you’d chosen to wear for the pride festivities really had her riled up. Even though you had spent the early afternoon getting ready together, she wasn’t expecting it.

The sounds of Pom Pom Squad filter through your shared apartment, all sorts of makeup products scattered across the floor of your bedroom. You both sat amongst the chaos, giggling in excitement as you passed a cheap bottle of wine back and forth.

While Robin wasn’t too keen on wearing makeup most days, she happily let you paint her lids in varying shades of pink and orange. The wine had you both feeling fuzzy, stealing chaste kisses as Robin helped apply a sticky rainbow glitter to your cheeks.

Her brows were scrunched in concentration, her tongue just barely poking out from between her teeth as she worked.

“So serious, Robs.” you giggle.

She just grins, shaking her head fondly as she wipes the remaining glitter on a makeup wipe.

“I take my job as resident glitter artist very seriously,” she teases, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

When her phone starts to ring in the other room she is quick to go get it, knowing it would likely be Steve. Which left you to finish putting your outfit together as she reiterated to him what the plans were for the day. Robin had everything planned out, your group would meet to watch the pride parade in downtown Indy.

Then you would end the evening with a little pub crawl of her own design. She’s had this planned for weeks now, determined to make your first pride as an official couple a memorable one. But the one thing your girlfriend wasn’t prepared for was the way she’d react to seeing your outfit in its full glory.

So when you stepped into the living room wearing a cropped, bright pink shirt with the words ‘The Pussy Diet’ etched across the front her jaw dropped. You paired it with a pair of high waisted cutoff shorts that hugged your curves just right, fishnets and your trusted Doc Martens— you were everything she’s ever wanted.

“I think you’ve got some drool there, baby,” you smirk, stepping between her open legs as you swipe your thumb over the corner of her mouth.

Robin responds by guiding your thumb past her lips, tongue swirling around it. With a soft groan her fingers dig into the meat of your hips as she maneuvers you onto her lap. Her lips find yours in a clash of tongues and teeth, causing a soft mewl to rise in your throat.

If it wasn’t for Steve’s insistent banging on your apartment door, your girlfriend would’ve had you sprawled out on the sofa until your legs were shaking. But your friends were waiting on you, so she reluctantly let you tug her along without any further protest.

However your accidental teasing only continued to escalate the more the day went on.

During the parade you had coaxed her onto your lap, in the rush to leave your apartment you had forgotten to bring an extra lawn chair. Your hands unconsciously wandered beneath the hem of her button down shirt, fingertips splaying across her soft skin.

Under normal circumstances she would find this kind of touch comforting, but instead it had her fighting the urge to slide your hand just a little lower…

“— You okay, Robbie?”

Your soft voice snaps her out of her trance, her cheeks flushing as a nervous laugh leaves her lips.

“Oh, yeah!” She rasps, trying her best to play off the obvious hitch in her tone. “Never better.”

As she continues to watch the parade, you find yourself studying her. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely shade of pink, her leg bouncing in between your own. Robin could easily blame the scorching summer heat for the reason behind her blush, but you knew better.

It was obvious by the way her breath hitched whenever your fingertips grazed her skin, and she carefully pressed her thighs together. She wants you, and she wants you badly. So you really can’t help yourself from wanting to tease her even more.

And you do, but subtly enough that your friends wouldn’t take notice. You’d slip your hand into the back pocket of her jeans as you walked between bars. Squeezing her ass as you pull her in for a needy kiss when no one was paying attention.

You even gave her a little show when you did a sultry rendition of Crimson & Clover at a karaoke bar you stopped at. You watched in absolute delight at the way her bright eyes never left you, even as Steve so desperately tried to get her attention.

So much for being his wing-woman tonight.

But the worst was when you were on the dance floor, losing yourself in the music. She opted to watch for a while, eyes darkening with each sway of your hips. But with Steve now preoccupied by a gorgeous drag queen, Robin had no choice when you coaxed her over with your index finger.

Her feet carry her across the sticky dance floor, her body all but melting into yours. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you wrap your arms around her waist, tugging her closer so your breasts are flush against her own. But when your lips brush against her ear, and you start grinding on her thigh is the moment she loses what little self control she has left.

Robin takes your hand and urgently tugs you through a sea of rainbow lights and glitter, your heartbeat rivals the pounding bass as you enter the bathroom.

But once she has you pinned to that metal door, it’s game over.

The feeling of her lips trailing over your sweaty skin is utterly intoxicating and when her fingers dip past the hem of your shorts you’re putty in her nimble hands. Those same fingers glide through the mess between your thighs, coaxing not one, but two orgasms from you in record time.

So in your mind, she’s definitely earned this.

“That’s— ah,” she pants, her hips rutting up against your mouth as you continue to lap at her puffy clit. “That’s so good, honey. Fuck, you’re so good.”

Robin can almost feel the way your lips lift up in a grin as a mixture of your own saliva and her juices drip down your chin like liquid honey. You pin her hips to the cool metal of the stall wall in an effort to stop her from squirming more.

The feeling of the grimy tile beneath your knees does nothing to deter you, if anything it encourages you more. Just knowing that anyone could walk through that door at any given minute makes all this that much more exciting.

“Hm,” you hum, against her. “You like it when I do this?”

You flatten your tongue, rubbing firm circles over her swollen bud as you slip another finger inside her. Robin keens at the feeling, her fingers gripping onto the edge of the stall to steady herself while her other hand cups the nape of your neck to hold you in place.

“God, yes,” she babbles, her cerulean hues taking on a glassy quality. “I’m so close, baby.”

Her leg that was hooked over your shoulder starts to tremble when you apply more pressure to her clit. Your fingers increase their pace, curving them to rub up against her sweet spot just right. Robin is a beautiful, panting mess above you and that sight alone is enough to have you moaning against her pussy.

Neither of you register the bathroom door opening or the click of heels walking past your stall over the heavy bass from inside the bar and the soft whimpers your girlfriend was letting out. But when the sink turns on both of you freeze, silently praying that the person on the other side didn’t notice you.

A moment passes in silence, and you think you’re in the clear. Just as you’re about to continue circling your tongue over her clit, a melodic voice stops you.

“You know… if you’re really looking for some privacy,” they pause, shutting the water off. “There’s a lot less traffic behind the bar, dolls.”

You curse softly, a resounding chuckle leaves them as you fumble to help Robin put her jeans back on. Her face is deeply flushed from the embarrassment of being caught in this position and the buildup of her now stalled orgasm.

You finally dared a glance through the crack in the chipped metal frame and you’re faced with one of the many queens you’d seen perform earlier in the night. She meets your eyes in the mirror before giving you a playful wink as she fluffs her large blonde wig and turns on her heel back towards the door.

“Now, don’t do something I wouldn't!” She pauses before her laughter echoes through the bathroom again, “Or do, live a little. Happy Pride, lovelies.”

She calls over her shoulder, the sounds from the bar spill back into the bathroom before you’re both met with subdued silence. You lean back against the stall wall opposite of Robin, both of you suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles at what just transpired.

“I can’t believe Miss Anna Conda herself, just caught us like this,” you snort.

Robin just gazes at you, hooking her fingers into the loops of your shorts to pull you in closer. She’s practically glowing as she nudges her nose against yours with a playful grin.

“Take me home?” she asks, though her question is slightly muffled when your lips find hers again.

“Always.”

tagging some lovelies: @edsbug @eddiesxangel @splendiferous-bitch @undead-supernova @paybacksawitch @nailbatanddungeon @lokis-army-77 @babygorewhore @voyeurmunson @bimbobaggins69

[xxacademy]

tender

husband!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: succumbing to injuries inflicted by a B.O.W you fight the mental and physical battle to recovery. meanwhile, your husband does everything in his power to support you.

any leon timeline works, except re2. i did have older leon in mind though <3

a/n: inspired by lil a snippet from an anon request, find it here. anyhow, i love how this turned out, i was 🥺 writing it. pls lemme know what you think <33

content//warnings: depictions of blood & injury, hospital setting, non-graphic description of an IV, pain medication, y/n is used ONCE, pet names (dear, sweetheart, honey), hurt/comfort.

harsh white light wakes you revealing an image of horror. your trembling hands painted with your own dried blood, hooked up to an IV and a pulse oximeter. dazed, you know you’re in pain, but it’s not registering. it’s like you’re floating, possibly in a dream. a bad dream. but the reality of your condition is enough to confirm this is in fact not.

there’s a small group of medical staff standing at the end of your bed, talking quietly amongst each other. “the bloodwork came back, she’s not infected. all though the acid is wreaking havoc on her immune system, sending it into overdrive. the patient needs to be monitored for at least another two days.”

one of the nurses walks over to check on you, first, he looks at the monitors at your bedside, then goes to place a hand on your forehead. he notices you’re waking up, your heavy-lidded eyes focused on your hands.

he calls the doctor over, who pulls a chair up next to you. “hey, how are you feeling?” her voice is soft and calm.

“w-why am i here?” you mutter shakily, unable to make out much more.

“you sustained serious injuries on an extraction mission against a bio-organic weapon. you came in contact with its lethal acid, which is primarily why you’re here. your ankle is broken and you have puncture wounds in your arms.”

you’re still fixed on your bloodied hands, images of what you endured flood back. it was so intense- the last thing you remembered is a sharp talon-like claw piercing your upper arm. it all went fuzzy after that.

“you had surgery early this morning, and we have you on a morphine drip to help with the pain. please let us know if you begin to feel ill.”

you respond with an unsteady nod.

“you’re gonna be alright.” she smiles sympathetically.

another nurse comes into the room walking directly to the doctor. their speaking is hushed. “doctor, there’s a man here to see the patient. he says he’s her husband.”

“we can’t risk exposure from an outsider, we can’t have visitors yet.”

“he seems antsy.”

“well, assure him that she’s okay”-

the room is dead silent, so you can rather clearly make out what they’re saying.

“bring him in.” your voice quivering.

their heads turn, giving you a look of disappointment. similar to the one your mother gave you as a child. a sullen expression of remorse when she couldn’t afford to buy you new toys.

they do not want to hold your loved ones away from you. but it’s what has to be done. after all, it could mean life or death.

you sigh. you’re in no place to put up a fight.

“i’ll talk to him.” the nurse whispers. leaving the room.

“i’m sorry mrs. kennedy, you’re just not in a well enough state for visitors yet.”

you respond with yet another dreary sigh. fidgeting with the ring finger of your left hand.

your wedding ring is missing. you know you were wearing it prior. you’re always wearing it. sometimes you would loop it around a necklace chain, but you didn’t before this mission. surely it was on your finger.

“-doctor” you whisper.

“yes mrs. kennedy.”

“do you have my wedding ring?”

your tattered and blood-stained belongings were placed in a biohazard bag. a nurse picks up the bag feeling through the plastic for a ring.

“it’s not in here.” the nurse admits, a touch of anxiety in her voice.

“that’s okay.” you exhale.

it’s not okay. your beautiful diamond ring was more than just a pretty thing. it was one of the only sentimental pieces you coveted so highly. hand-picked by leon, it was a symbol of his undying affection. despite all the odds pinned against your love.

wanting to cry, but your bloodshot eyes are dry. the medication numbs you enough to let the pain run by, but you still feel broken, physically and mentally.

the hours pass as you bob in and out of sleep. your wavering limb’s finally settling. nurses and doctors are always present, constantly checking your vitals.

the next day two nurses come to bathe you at your bedside. gently wiping the sticky dried blood from your skin. the other trying to get it out of your hair.

“thank you, i mean it, thank you,” you whisper, fighting to keep your eyes open.

it was a relief. the sweet, metallic smell was driving you crazy. it felt itchy and uncomfortable against your skin.

…

leon hasn’t left the hospital. confined to a chair in the waiting room for the last day and a half. constantly flagging down staff for updates on your condition.

“she’s doing really well, the blood transfusion took perfectly.” the nurse smiles reassuringly.

“does that mean i can see her?”

“not yet, but soon.”

leon sighs. “well anyways, thanks for the good news.”

he sullenly returns to his chair. the stress and lack of sleep painting his under eyes dark. in his grasp is a picture you two took together, one he always carries in his wallet. it was taken a few years ago and you’re kissing his cheek. it’s the only solace he can find in the depressing waiting room.

leon had fallen asleep for the first time in over twenty-four hours. slumped over in his chair, chin resting in his palm. he jerked awake when his chin slipped. it was dark outside and the lobby eerily quiet.

3:47am

leon walks to the front desk heavy-footed and groggy. “my wife, y/n kennedy, is she okay?” his voice is grave.

“yes sir, she’s sleeping- and everything is looking good. but, you should get some sleep too sir, it’s gonna be a while until she wakes up.”

“-thanks.”

the pain of not being able to see you cuts like a knife. leon can't stand the image of you suffering and alone. but he’s borderline delirious from the sleep deprivation. he returns to his chair, lays his legs out across another, and falls asleep.

leon is jolted awake by a nurse tapping his shoulder. it’s morning- warm sun seeping through the windows and the smell of fresh coffee wafts through the lobby.

“do you need me to move?” he asks, still half asleep. voice deep and raspy.

“oh no mr. kennedy, your wife is on the right track to her recovery. you can go see her now.”

…

you feel much more alert, the daze the blanketing your apprehensive thoughts finally lifting. they switched you onto a far less invasive medication, which was probably helping.

it’s been a week since you’ve seen leon, and about two of those he’s been here, but just barely out of reach.

whenever the nurses praised you for the progress you made- you jump straight to asking if you're well enough for visitors. In your defense, it’s been unbelievably hard going through this journey alone.

the door creeks open, a very common occurrence of your stay. but instead peaking through the door is your blonde-haired husband.

you immediately start to cry- tears welling up and streaming down your cheeks. leon tears up too, casting a glossy filter over his blue eyes. he delicately wraps his arms around you, careful not to inflict any more pain. and you bury your face into his chest, immediately staining his shirt with your cry.

“i missed you, leon, i can't believe you’re here, i’ve missed you so much.” you sob.

“it’s really you, you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you, dear.”

you take your time, relishing in the comfort of your husband's arms. he gently rubs your back, consoling you with his touch.

“how're you feeling?”

“ugh okay, i guess. my whole body hurts and i can barely move. but the doctors say i’m improving- so yippee” your deadpan tone emphasizes how exhausted you are.

“that’s what i heard. and look, i know it’s been hard, but i’m so proud of how strong you’ve been, sweetheart.”

“i love you.”

“i love you, too” leon squeezes his embrace around you a little tighter, gently kissing the top of your head.

you smile, the first one in a while. but it quickly fades. “leon, can i tell you something.”

“of course you can.”

you fidget with your hands pressing your face deeper in his chest. “i lost my wedding ring- i think it was during the mission. i’m so sorry.”

“is that really what’s on your mind right now?” leon chuckles.

you look up at him with, tears streaming down your face. “you do understand how much that ring meant to me.”

“of course, i know, dear. but how can i care about the stupid ring if the wife i thought died is actually alive and in my arms?”

leon wipes the tears from your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw. “i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“okay.” you say sniffling your runny nose.

with a big yawn, leon stands up raising both arms up into a stretch, his shirt lifts up slightly showing off his abdomen. “i’m going to find your doctor, see when you’re coming home.”

you smile. it’s nice not being alone. you feel bad knowing leon anxiously waited at the hospital for days. but there’s an unfamiliar warmth in knowing how much he cares. leon had always cared about you- before you were even dating. that’s one of the many reasons why you married him. aside from the ongoing list of shared interests- he’s so protective, it’s one of his beautiful ways of loving you.

leon comes back to the room, “looks like they need to run more blood tests, make sure that acid is out of your bloodstream before you come home.”

you’re totally spaced out, it feels like you haven’t even had a chance to take in what’s happened to you. it’s all become a blur, taking in the moments a second at a time. you were so worried about the details it almost failed to compute that you were nearly infected by the very thing you swore your life to rid of.

like a time release valve finally triggering; anxiety washes you cold- it could have been the end. leon would have been widowed, and all your friends would have been at your funeral. your mind is playing devil's advocate. what if i don’t get better? are the doctors just hoping i stay positive?

“are you okay?” leon’s bloodshot eyes are nearly aching with concern.

“i’m scared.” your chest is sinking deeper with each anxious breath.

“why? why would you be scared?”

it may not make sense to you now- but having leon there was a sort of reality check. alone, you just survived. with him, everything has weight.

“i dunno… i just want things to be okay. i want you to be okay, i want to get better.”

leon rushes to your bedside, holding your hands in his. “but it will get better- you’re doing better, so much better! i’ll be there every step of the way. i promise you.”

you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. trying to hang on to his words.

you sob, absolutely overcome by emotion. “i love you, leon. thank you for being here, thank you for everything you’ve done.”

a nurse knocks at the door but you don’t let go of leon’s hand.

“mrs. kennedy- so sorry to intrude. but the doctor wants to do a scan of your ankle. is that okay?”

you wipe the tears from your face, trying to compose yourself.

“yes, of course, that’s alright, thank you.”

leon whispers “you got this, dear,” before standing up and sitting in a chair by the window.

…

leon has done everything possible to make the next few days easier for you. like ordering takeout and watching your favorite movies with you. serving as a distraction while you recover.

it certainly worked. he’s good at keeping you calm, and the energy light-hearted. you didn’t even think it was possible, given the grim reality of your circumstances. but somehow he can have your eyes filled with tears, giggling with laughter.

four days you’ve been in the hospital, and today is your last one. you’re able to stand up and the effects from the B.O.W are finally gone. granted you still have a long journey to recovery, at least you can go home.

…

after the agonizing hours of travel, you make it home. leon helps you into the house, guiding you to your bed. “i want to take a bath, i feel disgusting.”

“i’ll draw one for you, you want it now?”

“hmhm” you nod.

“sure thing, sweetheart.” leon tenderly kisses your forehead.

he runs a hot bath, adding a little lavender soap, just the way you like it. he walks you to the tub and helps you undress. he holds your hand as you shakily step in, slowly adjusting to the hot water.

“god my first real bath in a week, can you believe it.” you sigh, sinking your body in the bubbly water.

leon chuckles, “i know, you poor thing, those nurses really tried their best to help. but it’s never the same, is it?”

“…especially considering i was covered in congealed zombie guts”

leon laughs, “but look at you now, covered in…” he pauses to read the name on the soap bottle “…lavender dreams”

you both giggle, in love and delighted by each other's company.

“okay, i’ll leave you to it, holler if you need anything.”

…

“leon! will you fetch my bathrobe!” you yell from the bathroom. you hear his feet patter across the hardwood, “coming."

you stare at your reflection in the mirror as you brush your wet hair, inspecting the scars, bruises, and stitches that litter your body. it feels like you came home to a different person, a body you’re now unfamiliar with.

leon peaks through the door. head cocked to the side. “everything alright, baby?”

“i don’t know- it’s hard to wrap my head around it. i-i feel off.”

“c’mere i got something to show ya.” leon swoops you off your feet carrying you in his arms.

“what are you doing?” you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you’ll see.”

he delicately sets you down on the couch in the living room and sits next to you. he fumbles around in his pocket pulling out a little black velvet box.

“leon-honey, oh my god, what is that.” your eyes are round and doe-like, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

he opens the box, presenting it to you as if his hands were a clamshell, revealing a glimmering ring set in pearlescent white satin.

“for you- i know it was hard losing the ring, but that one was beaten up anyways. you deserve something a little nicer.”

tears swell, gathering in the inner corners of your eyes. chocked up and rendered speechless, you mouth the words, i love you.

he reached for your trembling left hand, sliding the diamond wedding ring onto your finger.

“i love you, most.” he beams, the words fluttering with tenderness.

“i-i love the ring, it’s beautiful-truly. but how’d you do it?”

“do what?”

“get a new ring, you were with me the entire time…?”

“i have my ways,” he smirks, planning on keeping that little secret to himself.

leon holds your hand, admiring the way your hand looks adorned by his diamond ring.

“remember when we got engaged?” he muses.

“of course i do! you took me to milan, i should have known you were going to propose.”

“you have the same look in your eyes as you did then.” leon swipes his thumb along your cheek, smiling to himself, gazing into your eyes.

“and you’re as smooth as ever” you look at him through your lashes, pupils wide. “but really leon, thank you, means more than the world”

“you are my world.” his soft lips meet yours, kissing you gently.

somewhere in the crystal pools of leon’s eyes, you find the hope you were looking for. his unbreakable faith in you, alongside his never-ending acts of love, is reassuring.

hell, it’s not going to be easy, but at least you're not alone.

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[leighsartworks216]

Small Hands

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Title based on the song "Small Hands" by Radical Face (definitely listen to it, it fits this so well)

Note: This has (vague) spoilers for Act 3, but also I have not seen the scene with Cazador in question (I started to, but then my heart just hurt too much to keep watching)

Warnings: references to violence, swearing, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 718

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It's been several hours since... since Astarion earned his freedom. He could still feel the rage and despair and fear just below the surface, bubbling like acid. He can feel the angry words he spat at you burning his tongue, even now.

And despite it all, you were right. Ascending would not have brought him the safety he desired. It would have consumed him, as it had consumed Cazador, and his master before. A never ending cycle.

Now that he's had time to think about it, to think clearly away from that wretched place, all he wanted was to be held. Safe. But not because he wields the power to crush everyone beneath him - because he would be protected. Cared for, unconditionally. Loved. And, of course, the one little detail that had him pacing for the last hour, he had no idea how to ask for something like a cuddle from the person he screamed at for refusing to help him ascend.

He couldn't bear the awful feeling that swelled in his gut, or the way his skin crawled with discomfort. He couldn't go the whole night like this. So, before he could think about it much longer, he left his tent and sought you out.

As usual, you lay under the stars in your bedroll. The fire was burned to embers. He wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there until the next century passed. His nails dug into his palms as he crossed the space to reach you.

You shifted as he neared, until you were blearily looking up at him though heavy-lidded eyes. You didn't scowl or turn over to ignore him, you just stared. He tried again and again to speak, to explain what he wanted and apologize and just - anything. But instead he just stood there like a fish gasping for water in a desert.

When you moved in your bedroll, he fully expected you to curl up and ignore him. What he didn't expect was for you to open up the blankets keeping you warm, and what’s more he didn't expect you to open your arms as though preparing a hug. He was stunned speechless - as if he weren't already. He was shocked back into his body when he noticed a shiver run through you.

Carefully, as though you'd rescind the offer with one wrong move, he slipped in beside you. You'd cuddled before, more times than he can admit without becoming embarrassed, but it felt like the first time. He didn't know where to put his arms or legs or head; an uncomfortable gap full of cold air separated you both, but he dared not fill it.

You closed the blankets around him, absent-mindedly tucking him in. And, he couldn't tell if it was purely subconscious or if you were somehow awake enough to notice his reluctance, you wrapped your arms around him and scooted closer. You tangled your legs with his, drew his head to your chest with your arms around his shoulders, and pet his hair.

He ignored the burning behind his eyes as he relaxed into the gentle caresses and heat you provided. He wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed further into your chest, turning his head until his ear was right over your heart, beating steadily behind your ribcage. Beating for him, despite it all.

You sleepily tangled your fingers in his curls, running through them and feeling the way they stubbornly bounced back. Your movements were so very slow, and really quite uncoordinated, but it was the best feeling in the world to him right now. He released a shaky breath and felt you squeeze him around the shoulders in response.

With time - no more than ten minutes - your loving ministrations slowed to a stop as your breath evened out. Fast asleep once more. And still holding him. Even after everything. Even after he cursed you for stealing a life in the sun from him. You were so, so good to him, even when he didn't deserve it.

What little sleep he finds is accompanied not with visceral images of stabbing his master to death, or of the innocents he lured for the ritual, or even those 200 years of pure shit. No - he dreams of laying in your arms like this. Forever.

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Lewis Hamilton x reader smut

Sex on an F1 car?? Yes pls! Don’t ask me the logistics of this because I’ll never know and I highly doubt it’s possible but whatever this is fiction. This isn’t proof read. When you surprise your boyfriend of two years after his 3rd place at Silverstone, he’s overwhelmed and can’t wait a second longer to get you alone. It just happens to be in the garage, with his Mercedes racing car…

Smiling, I glanced up to my fiancé who approached before continuing typing my message to my friend who was asking how the surprise went. I hadn’t seen Lewis in over 4 weeks and told him I couldn’t make it to Silverstone, however I’d been in the crowd the whole time and managed to surprise him once the race was over.

“Still can’t believe you’re here.” He waved his way through the garage, careful not to bump into anything. His voice echoed around empty room, everybody else on the Mercedes team elsewhere whilst I waited exactly where Lewis had told me to be. “I know.” I giggled, sending the text as he stepped up behind me, hands sliding over my front, one wrapping over my chest, the other over my hips, pressing a loving kiss to my cheek.

His embrace warmed the inside of my chest as I placed my phone back into the bag resting over my shoulder so my full attention could be on him now. “Been so long.” He groaned, rolling his hips against my upper bum. At first I thought it was just an attempt to get closer. “Almost a month.” I hummed, resting my head back against his contently. Lewis’s hand slipped over the strap of my bag, nudging it down off my arm. “What’re you-“ he placed it to one side before returning to his position before, tilting my face so I could look at him directly. “-doing?” A smile perked seeing him watch over me with that familiar glint in his eye.

“Like I said, it’s been so long.” He hushed, causing me to giggle as he attempted to kiss me deeply. “No, no, you’re not horny already, in here?” My hand swatted at his arms hugging over my smaller body. Lewis let out a knowing laugh, pulling me closer into him with a squeeze. “Oh my god.” I laughed, his lack of answer telling me everything I needed to know.

“C’mon baby, I’ve been waiting so long.” He hushed, pressing a kiss to my jaw as I sighed at the affection, my fingers smoothing over hit tattooed arms once again. “And you look so fucking sexy.” He then hummed in a tone he knew I couldn’t resist. His hand smoothed clearly over my pubic bone, reaching down to pick up the hem of my short, summer dress, also grinding his already hard erection into my ass once again. “Mmmm, in here?” I smiled, biting down on my lip. We were alone, everybody else was occupied elsewhere for now. “You want it?” Lewis spoke lowly as he bucked his hips into my ass again. I felt weak in the knees, I’d been deprived of him for so long that I didn’t think I could resist, and now he wanted to fuck me in a Mercedes garage- with his car right in front of us.

“Mmm, yeah.” I smiled, turning my face to meet his kiss once more. Lewis melted into it, hand scrunching my dress in his hand as he pulled my hips further back into his crotch with his arm firmly barred there. The tracksuit bottoms he’d changed into didn’t give much of a barrier between his cock and my ass, but I could tell it wasn’t enough as he rubbed himself slowly up against me.

“Will anybody come in?” I spun around, wrapping my arms over his shoulder as I watched through my eyelashes. “No.” He had heavy lidded eyes, eyes filled with lust as he lowered his head to kiss me gently, slowly, deeply. God, it was enough to make me dizzy.

“We just have to be quick.” He hushed, hiking up my dress to grab my bare ass. “Mmm, quick, Lewis?” I whined, breaking the kiss. “I wanted it properly.” I offered him a pout as his eyebrows perked at my bratty behaviour. “Who says it’s not gonna be properly?” He spun me around, hips yanking mine into his crotch again. “Bend over for me, pretty girl, put your hands on here.” He patted the hood of the car, my eyes widened slightly as I followed his instructions, his hand smoothing all the way up my arm and down my back, arching it slowly.

“Let me do my thing now, and I promise I’ll fuck you so good when we’re back.” I could only respond with a moan, feeling him tugging down my thongs, him following them down as he knelt behind me. I was a little shocked, the fact Lewis was going to eat me out when I was literally sprawled over his racing car. This thing cost millions of fucking pounds.

“Missed this pussy.” He muttered before pressing a kiss to my sensitive area. I hadn’t touched myself in a whole week, wanting to make this feel as good as possible. Lewis, on the other hand, had sent me a video of him rubbing one out just the night prior. “Missed my girl.” He then hummed, the sound of his lips parting and meeting my pussy making a shudder run down my back. The sensation of his tongue and lips moving against my clit and hole drove me crazy as I let out a gasp, arching my back further into the sensation as I rested my elbows on the car, palms slapping down onto the metal below. “Lewis.” I lowly moaned, careful with how loud I was being. The last thing either of us would want was somebody to walk in and find Lewis Hamilton eating his girlfriend out on his Mercedes.

I felt him hum in response, up against my pussy as he sucked on my clit. He for sure wasn’t wasting anytime, diving right in as my hips twitched. I had to bite down on my hand in order not to yelp out. His mouth just felt so warm against my pussy, hands pulling me closer by the creases between my thighs and hips, snaking one down to rub over my clit. Lewis gave no warning as his hand travelled up north to my asshole, licking gently, dampening the area and spreading my wetness and his spit to both my holes. I let out a slightly louder moan now, feeling him pull off. “No, no-“ I whispered.

“Shhh, or I’ll have to stop won’t I?” He hummed as I let out a pouty whine, allowing him to get back to work as I felt my pussy throb at the sensation of where he was flicking his tongue against. I needed his cock, I needed it bad, I knew Lewis would spend all day eating me out, so when his tongue returned to flicker in and out of my aching hole, I pushed myself back up against the car. “Fuck me, Lewis. I need it, please.”

He smirked, wiping the back of his mouth before pulling his cock out of his pants quickly. “You taste so fucking good, don’t you?” Lewis asked as I hummed, feeling him stroke his cock up and down against my folds. Lewis spat down, spreading it over his large cock as I attempted to get a proper look. He made that difficult when he slid right in, the tightness making us both groan in surprise.

The way he filled me up was insanely good, instantly the relief of not having him inside me for almost a month was overwhelming. “My good girl, coming to surprise me, aren’t you?” He muttered slowly, words causing my eyes to roll back in complete pleasure. He turned me on so much with his words, so much so I’d lost my own as he adjusted my hips, pushing all the way in me. I let out a moan, dropping my head low. “Don’t go all shy on me, baby.” He giggled gently, reaching over to pull me back up, flush against his chest. The new angle made me wince, seeing as I was much shorter than him. “Okay, okay, put your leg up on here so I can fuck you.” He patted the car bonnet, easing my leg up over the Mercedes as I gasped at how deep he was inside me.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I finally spoke, pressing my hands on the bonnet below, one of them flying up to the Halo for support. “Yeah? I missed this tight pussy, fuck.” He began thrusting in and out now, breathing heavily as his cock hit the perfect angle inside of me.

I glanced around, actually looking over his car, it was so fucking sexy that he was fucking me over his car now, I’d secretly fantasied about it for so long. “You like me fucking you on my car?”

“Yeah.” I whined, feeling him bend over me as he threw smaller thrusts inside of me, hearing him let out an inward moan as he gulped harshly. It was overwhelming, the pleasure, the position, how dirty it all was. “Oh my… god! Your cock feels so good, Lewis.” I groaned through clenched teeth as he kissed my back before pushing himself back up and began thrusting into me at a much quicker pace.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes.” I babbled, hearing him grunt as he slammed his hips into mine. “Missed you so much, missed your cock, fuck, fill me up like that.”

“Stop, or I’m gonna cum too quick.” Lewis warned, letting out a strangled moan, hand struggling to find my lips as he clamped a hand over there. “Fuck.” He laughed gently, pausing as I whined, throwing my hips back as I gazed over my shoulder at him with the most seductive eyes. I didn’t care if he came, it turned me on when he came so quickly for me. “You did say you wanted to be quick.”

“Yeah, but- fuck- I wanna savour it… let me take a picture, baby.”

“Mmmm, yeah.” I hushed, turning back and throwing my hips back into his some more. I heard Lewis click a couple of pictures on his phone before he tossed it to one side, snatching at my hips again now, fucking into me like he’d wanted to the whole month we were apart.

“Can’t last for long.” He choked out as I pursed my lips, attempting to not be so loud as I used my free hand to rub over my clit. I had collapsed properly onto the car now, feeling Lewis pushing me down as he stuck two of his fingers inside of me without warning. “Oh my god!” I jumped, the front of my shoe barely touching the floor as he pinned me down against the cold metal, fingering me at a bruising rate.

“Cum for me, baby, fuck, cum before I do.” Lewis spoke, the sound of my wetness echoing around the garage as I let out a pathetic cry. “Make me cum, make me cum.”

Lewis fingers twitched some more, before slamming in and out of me, causing my head to spin as I began chasing my orgasm. Oh my god, I felt like I was on a different planet, clutching over his car as I let out a choked out cry, feeling the coil pull extremely tight in my stomach.

“That’s it, that’s it!” He encouraged, a broken gasp leaving my mouth before the pleasure became blinding and I felt myself release with a loud yell, waves of overwhelmingly hot pleasure rocking through my pussy as Lewis quickly shoved his hand against my mouth again. I was a moaning, yelping mess against his hand, my body convulsing as he hushed me gently. “Good girl, good girl. I’m gonna fuck you again, now.” He didn’t wait until I was finished with my orgasm, slipping easily inside my drenched pussy again with a low groan, beginning to work on my overly sensitive cunt. I couldn’t even form words as his hand still pressed over my mouth, muffling the uncontrollable moans that escaped my mouth as he fucked his cock deep inside me. He was so deep inside me I could feel the press of his balls against the rest of my pussy, sending another throb of overwhelming pleasure right through me.

Lewis panted as he slapped his free hand onto my ass, gripping it as he fucked me harder, the sound of him letting out a strained curse and hand slapping on the metal of the car below me indicating he was reaching his orgasm. My eyes rolled back when he attempted to push himself in as far inside me as physically possible before he yanked himself out, spurting ropes of cum all over my used pussy and raw ass. Lewis bit down into the collar of his coat, muffling the satisfied groan that fell from the back of his throat. It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard and seen as I watched from over my shoulder.

His eyes had rolled back into his head slightly as his body jerked from the gentle strokes he was giving himself as he slowly fell down, head resting against my back. “Fuck.” He softly laughed, kissing me as I offered him a satisfied hum, feeling the soft of his hand slide over my shoulder. “You okay?” He whispered with a happy smile, clearly buzzing he’d finally been able to fuck me. “Yeah, it was good.” I smiled, exhaling out as I sunk back down onto both my wobbly feet.

“Steady.” Lewis kept a hand on my waist before reaching over to kiss my lips. “I love you baby, let me… find some tissue.” He’d searched around, eventually finding some rough blue roll as he attempted to be as gentle as possible wiping me clean. “I think I came inside you a little.” He let out a soft laugh, the exact same one I fell in love with as he pressed a cheeky kiss to my ass. “Oh well. I’m still on my pill anyway.” I shrugged, taking my underwear from the floor and pulling them up. I think I’d just got them up in time when voices came closer and engineers and mechanics began buzzing into the room.

“Damn, never mind, I’ve been hoping for a baby…” he’d muttered cheekily, only so I could hear and become a blushing mess for the rest of the day. The worst part- everybody going immediately to the car where Lewis had just fucked my brain out on…

[lale-txt]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟔: 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

♫ Habibi - Angel Eyes

Yeah he has a tender tone Seems he's always been alone But his eyes have more to say And I wanna take him home

✰ 𝐜𝐰: vague description of a panic attack (just the beginning, doesn't become a full blown one), written part between SMAU parts.

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“Happy birthday, Bokkun!!”

There’s warm arms engulfing you, kisses pressed to cheeks, a sea of voices as two worlds collide. You hear yourself laugh but it also feels far away, like you’re underwater. Let me put the cake down first, then I’ll give you a big, fat hug, you say, and you swallow down the familiar buzzing in your chest. It’s been there since last night, quiet but there, asking to be unraveled.

Demanding to be felt. 

You were never really good at that, weren’t you? Always shoving those unwanted feelings away, clawing at them, drowning them; in hopes that they’d never surface again, mirroring your distorted self.

The noises around you melt into static noise, and you take a few steps back, trying to quietly pull yourself out of this, just enough so you can breathe again. This isn’t the time for your facade to crack. Your fingers clench tighter around the cake box, holding onto it like a lifeline. 

Your back meets the wall–or so you think.

“Hey there.”

A voice soft and golden like honey. A pair of big, warm hands coming to your shoulders, steading yourself so you don’t stumble. A smile, so gentle it makes you want to flee again. 

The buzzing dies in your chest, replaced by a calmness you haven’t felt in a very long time. How strange.

Osamu spins you around and now you’re facing him, standing a little too close in the cramped hallway, all your friends still in one big pile of hugs and cheers, while it feels like your whole world has just shrunken down to the two of you.

“That looks heavy, lemme help,” he mutters and reaches for the cake box in your hands, slender fingers now on top of yours, brushing over your knuckles. There’s this heat and you think about flying too close to the sun again. The urge to pull your hands back is overwhelming, but you keep them perfectly still.

For the cake, you tell yourself. For me, your heart sighs. 

“Nah, you’re gonna drop it.” “I promise ya, I won’t.” “I held onto it for the past seven hours. It’s fine.” “Wish that was me.” “What?” “C’mon now, I still have some gravy on the stovetop, it’s gonna burn if ya don’t let go.”

Somehow his fingers manage to coax yours off the cake box, and you’re not sure which loss you’re more upset about–the one of the heavy cake in your hands or his skin against yours. Your heart stutters and stumbles in your chest, but instead of running you follow his orbit towards the kitchen. It does smell delicious here and you hate it; hate how you wanna lift every lid and peek inside, have a little taste of everything, a thousand questions burning on your tongue.

Only the sound of his voice draws you back.

“Fuck, this is delicious,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Before him on the kitchen counter is the cake, the box already open, his thumb collecting some of the smudged buttercream from the top of the packaging.

“Hey now,” you huff, reaching out to close the cake box with one hand, the other shoving his arm away. Stupid arm sleeves getting in the way of feeling his skin underneath your palm again. “That’s not your cake.”

“Just a little taste test,” Osamu grins, his dimples showing and his tongue swiping across his thumb, licking some leftover buttercream off it. His gaze never leaves yours. “So sweet.”

Well. Fuck.

✽ 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧…

THEY MEET AGAIN

Osamu got jealous for a minute when he believed y/n was kissing someone else

do not worry about Bokuto, he has his head resting in Akaashi's lap who plays with his hair and tells him how pretty he is while all of this goes down

there's a strong alliance forming between Yukie, Makki and Sunarin

Sakusa tried his best at y/n duty but threw the towel when she turned down his offer to leave the party and watch the stars from her new parking lot with him instead

in her defense, she was too busy questioning Osamu about the favorite meals of his childhood and what kind of evil dinner he cooks past 11pm

usually Osamu would have taken the arm sleeves off once he's done with cooking but he noticed y/n ogling and decided to keep them on for the night

Osamu tried one of y/n's pickle recipes and didn't like it

y/n is convinced he did something wrong in the progress because there's no way it tasted bad when she invented it

what a terrible inconvenience that they have to settle this argument once and for all over at Osamu's place (it's where the pickles are at)

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[wroteclassicaly]

Steve painting your toenails when you’re pregnant. You’ve never seen that man more focussed. Except that one time when he was putting your daughter’s crib together and went overboard, because he panicked it would somehow fall apart, and she’d get hurt.

“You think she’ll let me do this for her when she gets a little older?” He doesn’t look up, swiping the pastel blue across your pinky toe (the hardest one).

“She’s gotta get here first, baby.” You tease.

You pick up your cool drink, swiping a finger across the condensation, the drink he’d catered you with before getting out your nail polish caddy and supplies. Steve always makes sure to keep you pampered, knowing what you’re doing to grow his tiny human. It’s annoying sometimes, especially with your fluctuating hormones, but he takes it in stride. He’d read all the baby books before you, attended every check-up, made sure you favorite foods were available, prepared the nursery, helped you nest, even started picking up the task of assisting in shaving your legs. And when he couldn’t be there to satiate your food cravings, he always had someone on stand by who could pick it up for you.

As for the other things? You weren’t sure who was more sexually addicted to one another. Your hormones were going wild for Steve’s scent, those hands, those freckles, that mouth, his body, that thick fucking cock, his fucking hair — everything. It didn’t matter what he did, it could be something simple that would set you off. And his fascination with your newly round belly, the little kicks that appeared underneath his massive palm, how tender you seemed to be between your legs or your breasts.

Your tits… fuck. The way they’ve swollen with milk in preparing to feed your daughter, all the visuals that Steve has, the way he holds the heavy globes, caressing, indulging, fascinated in your body changing and giving you what you need for a new person to enter the world. You and Steve had made that decision immediately. To feed her from your breast, if you could, hoping she wouldn’t have trouble taking. The way his heart swelled thinking about you caring for something, someone, that you both made. Two people who were once strangers, at different ends of the social hierarchy spectrum.

All that you’ve been through, all that you’re going through, and all that you will go through in the years to come.

“I know it’s usually a mother daughter thing, but I don’t know —“

“Steve,” you say softly, hand laying over top his. His watch catches beneath the lamplight, his thumb-pad swiping to caress your knuckles. “It’s an activity she can do with both of us, if that’s what she wants to do. I know how involved you wanna be with her life, and it’s okay, baby. You will be, even if she decides she wants to play with makeup, you can be the test dummy. And if she wants to play hair salon, your hair —“

“Woah, woah,” Steve lifts the small polish lid, color almost dripping. You snort and shake your head. He begins to focus back on your toes. “We can bring Uncle Eddie over for that one.”

You’re just sipping on your soda, knowing that even his precious hair isn’t off limits in regards to his little girl. Already having him wrapped around her finger, he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the beauty shop test dummy. And he knows that as well, and he would not have it any other way.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Catch Me If You Can

I'm flagging this with a Violence thingy//dark content warning too, just to be on the safe side.

A/N ::: This was inevitable. It started out serious then just got kinda stupid/funny. Maybe not ha-ha funny, but roll your eyes funny? I can just see Tenya doing this if he's had a particularly trying and horny day. Like, obvi he wouldn't be a total piece of shit and push the envelope like this. But in my head, tonight, he mf'ing DOES. Idk. Hope it makes someone roll their eyes in a good way. Thanks for reading! I think this is my first time writing for Tenya.

C/W ::: F!reader, spanking, dark content potential, abuse of/drunk with power, ass licking, ass kissing (literally), dom Tenya, dubcon, punishing for rule breaking, panties in F!mouth, unprotected sex P->V // F->M {dubcon again} oral, rule breaking, egging Tenya on. If I missed anything icky that needs to be specified, shoot me a message! aged up char.

WC ::: Just over 1K

"I told you not to run *spank* in the *spank* hallways. As class 1-A rep, it's my job to uphold the rules and regulations of UA. Not running is a sacred rule, y/n!"

"Mmmuuhhh!" You whined. "But, but since when was spanking the authorized *spanked* OW! Damn it! Since when is corporal punishment allowed? T-Tenya, I think you're taking this too far."

Your words fell on deaf ears. Your body was laid over his muscular thighs, ass up. You grabbed his right arm with yours and pulled yourself up and around to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Not only were his glasses off, but his eyes were heavy. Half-lidded. Focused hard on the red blotches on your fat ass.

Tenya had a sick, twisted smile on his usually straight lips. “H-h-hey … are you d-done yet? Can I please go home?” You said in a voice much quieter than you intended.” He still didn’t answer but his eyes shot down to yours and he didn’t look like the same respectful guy who kept everything else in order.

“No! I’ve only begun doling out my punishment. You’ve been bad and it’s time to face the consequences for your irresponsible actions,y/n! Now, stand up. Please!”

You stood and rubbed your ass cheeks with the palms of your hands. Wincing, you asked, “What the hell else could you possibly do to me? I don’t think running calls for such severe discipline. Even for you, this is crossing a line. I’m going home.”

“I SAID … *aheh*, I said, stay. If you leave now, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to write you up.”

You scrunched up your face, “So, if I stay, you’ll make this little problem disappear? Am I understanding this correctly?”

Tenya stopped and thought about it for a moment. “And you have to keep this between the two of us. Do you understand? Fully … understand?” He asked.

You nodded, “Y-yes. I think so.”

He stood and crossed his arms across his chest. “Good. Do what I say and this will all..." He waved his hands in the air like he was showing you a magic trick. "... disappear, as promised.”

Tenya walked over to where you were standing and fell to his knees. He put his hands on your waist and turned you around so quickly your skirt flared out from the abrupt circular motion.

“Oh! Ten-ya ... What …” You looked over your shoulder, down at him and saw he was leaning face first into the hot skin of your behind. “Tenya …”

“Shh shh, mm-mm." That's all he said before he ran the tip of his tongue between your bubbly, pinkened cheeks. He pulled back and began to lick and bite at the soft flesh of your ass. He used his teeth to sink into the tender flesh and held on as he ran his tongue over the bite mark.

You moaned as he licked and teased. The bites hurt, but they were also strangely pleasurable. You could feel yourself getting wet as he sucked and licked at the skin on your ass.

Tenya grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing your tight hole. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick and prod at your puckered hole. You cried out as he teased the sensitive skin.

His tongue slipped inside and he began to fuck you with it.

"Tell me - mmm ... mm-hm ... - tell me how sorry you are for running in my halls, y/n." He said. His words vibrated against your ass, sending a chill through your spine.

You moaned and pushed back on his face as his tongue darted in and out of you. "I-I'm so sorry, Tenya! Please, I can't take it anymore!" You cried.

He pulled away from you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood and grabbed your hair in his hand, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him.

"No, you're not sorry. Not enough. Not yet." he said, his voice low and sultry.

He shoved your face against the wall of the empty hallway, pushing it hard against the cold tile. You whimpered as he pulled up your skirt and grabbed your panties.

"W-wait! Tenya, I'll be good. I- fuck! I - I promise I won't run in the halls again. Just, please don't do this," you begged. "Not like this ... pl- oh god!"

But Tenya didn't stop. He ripped your panties off and stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your cries. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it between your ass cheeks.

"Fuck, y/n. I can't stop. You know how I feel about rules. I take them seriously."

He shoved his cock inside your wet cunt, pushing in with one thrust. You screamed against your panties as he stretched you open.

"Mmhmm!" You cried.

Tenya leaned forward and pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against your ass as he fucked you. He reached around you and tugged your shirt open, pulling out your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples as he fucked you hard and fast.

Your body was shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. He pulled your panties out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck, using them to pull you back against him.

"Come for me, y/n. Come all over my fat, unruly cock!" He moaned.

He thrust in one last time and you came, your juices running down your thighs and onto the floor. Tenya pulled out and grabbed your hair, turning you around and pushing your down on your knees so your face was lined up with his hard cock.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth as far as you could. He shoved it in, thrusting hard and deep. He moaned as he came, shooting his hot cum down your throat.

He pulled out and lifted you up once again, licking and sucking at your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples and you moaned against his touch.

He straighened up and tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his tie. "Now, we're even. Don't forget to report to me should you break the rules again, y/n. I might not be so forgiving next time."

"That ..." you huffed. "That was forgiving?"

He walked away, leaving you a disheveled mess. You pulled yourself together and smoothed down your skirt. You were going to have to be careful around Tenya from now on. Though, it was tempting to have such a willing and thorough disciplinarian.

You looked around making sure no one saw that and started to run the opposite direction he was headed in.

Within seconds, you heard him yelling your name. You stopped as you turned the corner just long enough to see the slight smirk stirring on his lips. 

“Catch me if you can. Fucker.” 

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