#i want to blush her hands and paint her nails soon

[patchworksoda]

i managed to chip her eyeliner when gluing her eyelashes in OTL

Tentative name is Rongxue (melting snow)

[boiohboii]

Hi! Could you do like toddler Leclerc reader, like she’s the baby sister of the Leclercs and even tho they are quite a lot older than her they love her more than anything and are very protective and doting over her, especially Charles

The three big bad wolves (leclerc!toddler!reader)

N.B: dear anon, thank you for the request......i had this in my inbox for a while, I hope you like it.... WARNINGS: not proof read, don't focus too much on age and stuff, baby leclerc having a crush on mr carlos sainz (who doesn't), I feel like I could've written the ending in a better way of sorts..... if I missed anything please let me know....

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The three leclerc boys had fallen in love in 2016, Lorenzo was 20, Charles was 19 and Arthur was 16 when they saw their first love. It was when YN Leclerc was born. Her lips parted as hiccups left her small body, her hands laying on her mother's chest and her eyes twinkling as she looked up at her three brothers.

The three boys didn't think their love for yn could be deeper, could be so much more than their hearts dancing at the sound of her giggles, so much more than sitting on small chairs, having their nails painted bright colors and their faces smeared by their mother's make-up. They didn't know how far their love can go, how deep their feelings could be but when tragedy struck the Leclerc household the three boys swore that they'd not just die for their baby sister, they would kill for her, they would tear down worlds for her.

YN coming to races had been rare, Pascale rarely leaves her baby girl out of her sight, she always wants her within her eyesight scared of what the world might do to her little baby.

So when Charles made his way with YN on his hip, some would argue that she is too old for this, her face hiding in his neck and arms wrapped tightly around him feeling safe in her brother's arm. Lorenzo and Arthur were with them as well, just behind Charles, trying to get yn to look at them but to no avail.

"Is that baby leclerc?"

A British voice rang through the hallway as Lando ran up to Charles, pushing Arthur out of the way to take a closer look at yn, stretching his hand to squish her chubby cheeks.

"Hey!"

Lando's protest was loud and clear as soon as Charles moved yn out of his hands way

"Stay away from my sister norris"

Lorenzo's sharp tone scared the youn brit into moving away, allowing Arthur to squeeze himself back into his rightful place.

"Yn baby"

"Yes 'tur"

The sound of her small voice had all 4 men melting, wanting to wrap the little girl in a blanket and keep her away from everything bad in this world.

"Come here"

Arthur extended his hand so that he can carry yn, but Charles maneuvered away from his younger brother refusing to let go of yn

"You have to let her go man, you need to change anyway"

"No no, just for a bit"

"Charles!" His team principle came within their eyesight, looking at charles as he pouted, wanting to have yn in his arms for a bit more.

Not wanting to get fired Charles moved yn into Arthur's arms as Lorenzo kept running his hand through her hair upon seeing her yawn.

"Hey, little leclerc!"

All tiredness disappeared from yn's face as Carlos Sainz jr. entered the room, yn had a crush on him and it wasn't a secret. Her mother and Carlos found it cute, it was a silly little thing that she'll grow out of, her brothers however hated it they didn't want to entertain the idea that she should even have a crush before being 25 years old.

"No, go away" Lorenzo spoke as he moved in front of yn, trying to block her eyesight but it was too late.

"Enzo, moovee" yn whined as she tried to push lorenzo away from her so that she could see the Spaniard

"Come on man, it's just a baby crush, it'll go with time" Carlos reasoned as yn stretched her arms towards him and started fussing in Arthur's hold, wanting to be held by the oldest driver.

"Hey yn" Carlos greeted as he bounced her lightly on his hip, the two words making the little girl blush, a smile on her lips so wide that she would later complain of her face hurting

"Non! Not again! Carlos!" The heavy sound of racing boots running closer reached everyone's ears as they looked towards charles

"Leave yn alone! Give her here"

"Non! Charles, I want to stay with Carlos" tightening her grip onto carlos' shirt, yn looked at Charles, challenging him and making sure that he sees her little hands on his teammate's shirt as a way to make it clear that she's not going anywhere.

"Mon ange!" Charles whined as he stomped his feet

"Honestly, which one of you is the little kid?"

"Zip it norris"

"Be nice to landy" yn frowned at her older brother, reaching one of her hands towards Lando's hair as she patted it as a form of apology making all three leclerc brothers annoyed

"This is just unfair" Arthur complained as he watched his sister have a puppy crush on two drivers, they really shouldn't have introduced her to any of the drivers.

[hazbinwhoree]

since I’m a sucker for nice hands, I was thinking what if F!reader is in an established relationship with Adam (they’re both angels) and she stares a lot at his hands so she suggests to paint his nails black —> this leads to him taking advantage of her weak spot for his hands to use them when they have sex hehe (like choking her or making her suck his fingers)

Hands

Adam had noticed that (Name) stared at his hands a lot. He let it go for a while until (Name) asked him to let her paint his nails black.

“What is it with you and my hands?”

(Name) blushed, opening and closing her mouth. “I just want to paint your nails,” she finally managed to get out. “I see you staring at them all the time, it’s like you’re in love with the– ohhh.” Adam smirked, putting two and two together. “Do you have a thing for my hands? Do they turn you on?”

(Name)’s face was bright red. “You just have such nice hands. Long fingers.”

“You want to see what these long fingers can do?” Adam asked, grinning.

(Name)’s eyebrows rose. She bit her lip. “Maybe.”

Adam smirked. “Paint my nails first.” (Name)’s jaw dropped. He was such a prick. “Fine,” she conceded sadly, getting the nail polish from her drawer.

The air was thick with tension while (Name) carefully painted Adam’s nails. “This is pretty sick,” Adam said, admiring the hand (Name) had finished. “Metal.” “Stop moving.” “Ooo, attitude,” Adam teased. Still, he did stop moving.

(Name) finished his nails and blew on them to dry. Once they were dry, Adam got into (Name)’s personal space, reaching up to cup her face in one hand. His thumb stroked her cheek before he moved it over her lips. “Open,” he commanded.

Almost giddy, (Name) obliged, taking his thumb into her mouth. Adam pressed on her tongue. “Good girl.” He removed his thumb, replacing it with his forefinger and middle finger. “Suck.”

(Name) did, and Adam’s half erection quickly became a full one. He pulled his fingers out after a moment, impatient as always, and demanded, “Strip.”

(Name) did so hurridly, pulling her shirt over her head and tugging down her sweats and panties, kneeling when she was done. Adam unzipped and shed his robe.

Adam was back on her in an instant, his fingers wet with spit prodding at her entrance. He slid his fingers in and curled them, and (Name) moaned. She tugged at his shirt, but Adam didn’t pull back to remove it, adding another finger. (Name) arched her back. “Adam,” she sighed, pleased.

Adam languidly pumped his fingers in and out before removing them and bringing them up to her face. “Clean my hand and I’ll take my clothes off.” (Name) opened her mouth obediently and took Adam’s fingers one by one, sucking her own juices off of them. Adam stared at her intently the entire time. Maybe he was into hands.

As soon as (Name) finished, Adam took his hand back to shed his shirt, pants, and boxers. He bunched up his shirt and pushed (Name) onto her back, making sure her head was cushioned against the floor by his shirt.

Adam crawled on top of her, connecting their lips. His hands ran up and down her body, before he leaned back, spreading her legs. He aligned himself with her opening and thrust all the way in at once, causing (Name)’s back to arch off the floor.

She locked her legs around Adam’s waist as he began to pound into her recklessly. One of Adam’s hands held (Name)’s lower back, keeping her hips angled upwards, while his other hand wrapped around her throat. He squeezed gently and (Name)’s eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck, (Name), you feel so good,” Adam hissed. (Name) whimpered. “So tight, shit, so good for me.” Adam babbled. (Name) clawed at Adam’s back with one hand while the other gripped the wrist of the hand around her neck.

“Right there,” (Name) gasped at a particularly hard thrust. Adam made sure not to change pace or angle, and (Name) moaned and cried everytime he thrusted in. “Adam,” she whimpered. “You’re doing so good, baby, cum for me.”

(Name) came with a gasp and an arched back, and Adam came almost simultaneously, sheathing himself deep within her to cum on her insides. When Adam came down, he removed his hand from (Name)’s neck and gently pulled out.

“Damn, maybe you were onto something with hands,” Adam panted. (Name) giggled. “Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Enjoyed it?” Adam exclaimed. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a lot of sex.” (Name) rolled her eyes, pushing his face away from where he was hovering over her.

Adam gasped in mock scandal. “Rude!”

“I don’t wanna hear about how much sex you’ve had,” (Name) said. “I feel like you’re ignoring the part where I said sex with you is the best sex ever.” (Name) blushed. “Really?” she asked after a moment, looking unsure. Adam sat up and pulled (Name) up and into his lap.

“I’m very serious,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “Meaningful sex beats meaningless sex any day.”

[absdoll]

abby jerking off her strap while r is fingering their 🐱💕💕

mmm so hot & yummy i love this <3 i’m sorry it’s short , maybe i’ll rewrite it soon ! mwah

abby loves control. while obviously she wants to fuck you, make you take every inch, begging her to ease up while also begging her for more. today she wants to see you all pathetic and needy. putty in her hands.

abby loves watching you totally desperate and aching for her, knowing how badly you wish your fingers filled you up the way her thick strap does. the tall blonde is towering over you as you lie on the bed. she wraps her big hand around her girth, as you whine and moan around your dainty fingers. she begins to stroke her dick. you bring your hand to your mouth, sucking your white slick off your pink painted nails. “how’s it taste baby?“ she taunts, “bet you wish you were sucking that off my cock.” the blonde lets out a small grunt when the base of her strap hits her clit.

your fingers dive into your wet hole again, your sweet nectar leaking down your legs. abby’s got a steady pace going on her silicone member, never taking her eyes off your glistening pussy. the tall blonde throws her head back, the sensation of the constant friction against her needy clit is getting her closer to her peak.

“go faster princess, fuck yourself the way i would fuck you” she huffs through gritted teeth, “cmon baby fucking faster, i know you can do it.” you add another finger, now three hitting up against your g-spot.

“mmm just like thaaat baby, doing so good for me.” abby says shakily, awaiting her release.

as you both continue to fuck yourselves into oblivion, the pit of your stomach starts to feel warm and fuzzy, your vision dizzying. “i’m c-close abs.” you warn her, biting down on your lip as you go cross eyed due to the pleasure.

“hold it in pretty girl, i’m almost there. fuuuuckkk.” abby demands. but the way your fingers are moving, combined with how fucking hot abby looks all flustered and close to her orgasm. she’s vigorously pumping her cock in one hand, the other groping your breasts, twisting your sore nipples.

“i’m gonna c-cum abs ahh-gh i’m c-cumming!” you exclaim in pleasure. abby looks down at you, watching as you release your sweet syrup all over your fingers and palm. with one final jerk of her strap, she’s a blabbering, fucked out mess. “fucking hell baby, ugh uh uhhh fuck!”

you smile up at your girlfriend, “that was so hot abs” you blush. “we’re just getting started doll” she smirks as she flips you over, ass exposed as she lays a loud smack across it. “up on your elbows.”

you brace for her 8 inches to completely destroy you.

a / n : this is rushed i’m sorry :( but hope u nasty sluts still enjoy it hehe ♡ reqs are still open for now btw !

💗 @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians 💕

[rachelsfav-queer]

Nail Polish

Enid: Oh, Willa! Your nail polish is chipped! Ugh , I told you this would happen if you weren’t careful during your investigations! C’mon, I’ll help you redo it. I even have this new polish I’ve been wanting to try out, but can’t because Thing is away! Little traitor…

Enid: Anyway! It’s supposed to be the darkest, blackest black nail polish available, like, anywhere! There was this warning, something about sucking away any and all light, blah blah blah, it’ll be fiiiine!

Wednesday: Enid, we’ve discussed this. Always read the warnings. Let’s get this over with, I have my writing hour soon. *hiding her blush*

Enid: C’mon, it’s nail polish! What’s the worst that could- *opens nail polish, becomes mesmerized by the inky black void inside*

Wednesday: Enid? Enid! What is it? *looks inside the bottle, looks up at Enid* Enid, what happened?

Wednesday snatches the nail polish bottle out of Enid’s hand and reads the label, letting out a small “oh shit” as she reads it. She drops it and runs off to the Nightshades library to find spell reversal books. Enid continues sitting in a catatonic state on her bed.

The nail polish bottle:

BLACK HOLE NAIL PAINT

Warning: DO NOT OPEN! This bottle contains magical properties capable of pulling the light out of anything or anyone should they come into contact with this polish without proper protection.

(Day 13, Prompt 13 of Wenclair-Tober. And we’re back to our regularly scheduled incorrect quotes style lol. Okay, this one’s a little… iffy lol. Don’t know if the joke will really land honestly, but fuck it, it’s the best I’ve got. I’m not good with wordplay okay?!)

[avatar-anna]

young mom or professor !!

It was a busy afternoon at the Styles residence. Hair and makeup teams were running around, style teams were laying out last-minute options in case he or Y/n wished to change their outfit ideas for the night, and obviously, his most important team was hard at work to get him ready.

"Stay still, Daddy!" Collette, his second daughter said, looking up at him with a pout.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll try my best," Harry said, nodding for her to continue painting his nails. He peered down at her, eyeing the careful work she was doing. "You're quite good at this, you know."

Collette didn't look up from his hand, but Harry saw her smile, one that was nearly identical to her mother's if it wasn't for the dimples in her cheeks. "Thank you."

Before he could respond, Harry's chin was being tilted up by Simone. "This should make the bags under your eyes go away," she said, placing gel masks just under his eyes.

Harry tried not to frown at the implication that he had bags under his eyes to begin with. He never thought his daughters would be so brutally honest, but they never minced their words, especially when it came to his appearance.

So instead of opening that can of worms, he asked who was helping their mum get ready.

"The twins, but I think it's more pretend," Simone said, combing his eyebrows in place with a little brush.

"I see," he mumbled. "Well, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to help me look pretty."

In truth, Simone was so excited about Harry going to the Grammys, she wanted to be a part of it in some way, shape, or form. She wouldn't be able to go, as that would stir up a media frenzy. For the first time, though, Harry had considered risking it all just so he could have a Daddy-daughter date tonight. Ultimately, he decided that it was better to keep that secret a secret, though he did have to promise to get Olivia Rodrigo's autograph and bring it home by the end of the night to make up for Simone not going. How he was going to manage that, he had no idea.

Still, it was a big night, for many reasons. Not only was Harry nominated for some of the night's biggest awards, Y/n was also joining him, marking their first public appearance. Ever.

His wife had been nervous, and rightfully so, but Harry wanted her to be there, wanted to spend this night with the people he loved, and there was no one else he loved more than Y/n. Except for his children, obviously.

So Y/n was in a different room getting her hair and makeup done, preparing for a night no one would soon forget while Harry was letting his two oldest children pamper him before he had to get dressed.

"Do you know what your mum is wearing? She refuses to tell me," Harry said. Simone seemed to be done with his face for the time being and was helping Collette paint his nails.

"We're not going to tell you, either!" Collette said.

Harry frowned playfully. "And that is why Julian is my favorite. He would've told me."

The girls giggled before continuing on. When it came time for Harry to start getting dressed in his red carpet outfit—a fun jumpsuit that passed voting from all six of his children (mostly four because Geneva and Natalia couldn't talk yet, but they seemed as excited as they could be)—Simone and Collette watched with wide eyes. The hair and makeup teams, who were all under strict NDAs, were incredibly kind to Harry's daughters and even styled their hair and put a little blush and lip gloss on them. Harry could only be glad that they got to have a small part of this whole experience.

He was ready in no time, and suddenly it was time to go. Harry waited patiently and anxiously downstairs as the time to walk on the red carpet drew nearer. He was nervous about tonight for so many reasons, but all he could think about was what revealing such a well-kept secret would mean for his family.

Had they really thought this through? Did Y/n want to come tonight or was she humoring Harry? Would she be more comfortable watching from a dressing room? Or even here at home? What if something happened to GiGi or Natalia or Maeve—

"Harry?"

All his thoughts came to a halt as his wife appeared in front of him, brows furrowed with concern.

And as he blinked, taking her in for the first time since she disappeared to get ready, the only thought he was capable of thinking was he was pretty sure he'd just fallen in love all over again.

Y/n had secretly gone to a handful of events for years, they'd gone to dates at fancy restaurants, and had attended weddings that required dressing up. But all of those times Y/n had dressed to blend into the background so as not to raise suspicion. Tonight, however...

Tonight Y/n was meant to stand out, was meant to be noticed. She was in a dress of gauzy, white fabric that gathered in ruffles all the way down until the gown hit the floor. The fabric was light enough to see just a hint of skin, but not enough to reveal much, though Harry could identify every curve and dip her body made. She was ethereal, an angel in white, almost like—

"It almost looks like a wedding dress, huh?" Y/n mused, twisting so the gown swished back and forth on the floor. "Don't know if I would've worn this to our wedding, though."

Harry and Y/n never had a big white wedding. They'd snuck out to a courthouse one afternoon while One Direction was touring, with Niall and Louis as their witnesses while Liam distracted everyone at the hotel. It was small and rushed, and the judge definitely thought the couple was much too young to be getting married. They didn't even have rings, as a wedding band on Harry's finger would be completely unacceptable. But none of that mattered as they both recited the vows they prepared and sealed their union with a kiss.

Her jokes did the trick, and Harry's brain began functioning normally once more. He grinned and took her hand so she could spin and show him the whole thing. "The judge definitely would've raised his eyebrows."

Years went by and they never had a vow renewal. Since Harry had bought out his contract with One Direction's management, he'd wanted to have a proper wedding, but there was just never any time. And now that they were six kids in, free time was a pipe dream, though they were the kind of busy he would never be sorry for.

Tonight, though, in this dress, Y/n looked like she could walk down an aisle, and Harry was nearly tempted to run upstairs and grab the velvet box he'd had since he was seventeen years old.

"If you're not ready, I completely understand," he said.

"I'm nervous about tonight," Y/n admitted, and with one look at her face, Harry could see the anxiety written all over it.

They could keep the secret going, he could brave this night with Kid and Jeffrey and it would be great. He would miss Y/n and the rest of his family, but he would manage as he always did.

Y/n shook her head, and Harry's shoulders sagged just the tiniest bit with relief. "I want to be with you tonight. This is a big deal."

"It's nothing—"

"Don't do that," Y/n chided, holding Harry's face in her hands. "Don't minimize what a great achievement just being nominated is."

Y/n knew Harry like no one else. She knew he would try to downplay tonight if it made her worry about him less, but this was his big night. Win or lose, she was immensely proud of him, he had to know that.

"I'm coming, you just have to promise to hold my hand the entire night," she said.

Harry grinned. "What if I win and have to make a big speech?"

She wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. "Then and only then can you let go. Oh, and for your performance. But that's it."

"I think I can make that work."

Harry leaned in, his nose brushing against Y/n's teasingly until she pressed her lips against his. They were hardly brushing when the sound of footsteps hurtled down the stairs.

"Mommy! Simone says she gets to stay up all night to watch the show and I don't!"

"You're not old enough, Collette!"

"Neither are you!"

"Daddy, don't go," Julian cried, tugging on Harry's pant leg. He gave Y/n a look as they pulled apart to attend to their children. Sweeping Jules into his arms, he gave his only son a kiss on the cheek, which was already sticky with shed tears.

"Don't cry, Julian," he said softly, pushing the boy's thick hair from his face. "We won't be gone long. I promise."

Julian continued to cry, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Harry's neck, and Harry whispered softly into his ear until his son's little heart stopped beating so wildly in his chest. Jules hiccuped as Harry walked over to see that the argument between Maeve and Collette had been settled, and they were now admiring Y/n in her dress.

"I wish I could take you with me, Jules, but I don't think you'd like it very much," Harry said. He tried to set his son down, but his little legs clung to Harry's waist even tighter. "It'll be loud with lots of bright lights and not a chicken nugget in sight. I think it's best you stay home, don't you think?"

Julian nodded, but he was still clinging to Harry, who shot a look of desperation to his wife. Harry loved all of his children dearly, but they were on a tight schedule.

Y/n understood and took Julian into her arms, not at all worried about the couture dress she was wearing. She took him back upstairs where the babysitter was with Geneva and Natalia and Maeve. When she came back down a couple minutes later, Julian was gone.

"Poor thing tired himself out," she explained. Then, to her two oldest children, she said, "The second the last acceptance speech is done, up to bed. Understood?"

Simone and Collette nodded, then rushed forward to hug Y/n and Harry before ushering them out of the house, telling them to say hi to Auntie Lizzo.

As promised, Harry took Y/n's hand as they walked to the car that would take them to the theater that was hosting the Grammys. She looked at him appreciatively, resting her head on his shoulder as the car pulled away from their house.

"I'm proud of you," she said out of the blue. "If I don't get the chance to say it when you win, when you win," she repeated when Harry tried to object. "I just want you to know how proud I am of you, and not just as an artist, but as a dad and a husband too. You're one in a million, H, and I'm so happy I get to be a small part of that."

Harry was speechless. There was nothing to say that would express how much he appreciated Y/n, so he settled for a kiss. His hand was steady as he cradled the back of her head, his lips immediately finding the familiar place around her bottom lip. He suddenly wished Y/n's dress didn't have so much fabric so he could have better access to her, but he settled for trailing his hands up and down her arms and kissing all along her jaw and neck and chest until she eventually pulled him up again.

"This is one way to settle nerves," she joked, thumb grazing his jaw.

"Let me know if your nerves need any more settling throughout the night. We can sneak away during commercial breaks."

Y/n shook her head at the look Harry gave her, the same one that landed her pregnant six times. "I'll keep that in mind."

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Harry took a bow at the end of his performance, then straightened. His eyes trailed the room back to where his table was, finding Y/n's gaze instantly. Her hands were clasped together tightly, covering the bright smile on her face.

Looking at her, his heart settled. He'd gotten lost in the heat of the performance, but she always managed to bring him back down to earth.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Before he could think about it, he pressed his fingers to his mouth, then gestured out, blowing a kiss to his wife. Not caring who was watching, Y/n reached up and grabbed the kiss out of the air and placed it on her chest, her eyes crinkling even further as she continued to smile from ear to ear.

"So, Harry, talk to us a little about how it feels to win Album of the Year."

Harry gave his answer, talking about how surprised he was to win and what it meant to him that his music meant so much to people. Y/n thought it was cute how he stumbled over his words, trying to piece together how he felt.

"And how do you plan to celebrate? Can we expect to see you at any after parties tonight?"

"Uh, no. It's back home to the little ones for me," he said, the answer rolling off his tongue before it was too late.

"Little ones?"

"My, um, my cats. I have a few cats that are practically my children. I'll be celebrating with them tonight."

"There's no way in hell anyone is gonna believe that," Y/n muttered to Jeff, who was holding his head in his hands, not unlike Harry had when he won earlier.

"Well, Harry, we wish you all the best!"

"Thank you, I appreciate that," he said before shuffling away from the press room.

[untitled5071]

your drabble of taffy meeting the creature earlier on the film makes me want to see those two being friends. but also taffy realising the creature likes lisa but lisa is too focused on michael to notice. catch her putting some colour on his face and painting his nails. she makes him watch romantic films to give him ideas on how to win lisa over

I'm glad you liked the last one! I have no idea of you meant for this to be a request but I took it as one anyway, please enjoy some Creature/Taffy bonding time!

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“Okay, the next thing we have to work on is your nails, because no offense, but judging by these cuticles I can absolutely tell that you were in the ground for a century and a half.”

The corpse across from her grunted in indignation, but the effect was skewed by the blush that dusted his cheeks and the fluffy pink scrunchie that was currently holding his hair back. 

Taffy rolled her eyes teasingly and held out her hand, gesturing for the creature to give her his. He complied, and she grabbed the manicure kit she had gotten for Christmas the year before and got to work, pushing his cuticles back gently and cleaning up his nail beds as best she could while her TV announced the next music video it would be playing behind her.

They were sitting on the floor of Taffy’s bedroom; Lisa had gone out for a snack run and left her step sister alone with her secret undead companion, and Taffy hadn’t hesitated to use the opportunity to give the creature in her sister’s closet some much-needed pampering.

 He had protested the idea until Taffy had told him it would make him look more presentable for Lisa, and soon he was reluctantly sitting cross-legged in front of her on her bright teal carpet while Taffy tried and failed to find a foundation shade that matched his pallid skin. 

The process of applying makeup hadn’t lasted long since the creature wanted to remain as natural (unnatural?) as possible, and soon Taffy was taking his hand in hers and applying a base coat of nail polish onto his left hand while he watched curiously. Her TV was tuned into MTV, and she could see Creature stare at it for short bursts at a time before looking away, slightly overwhelmed by the colors, sounds and images he was being exposed to for the first time. 

Taffy hummed along as she fixed up his nails, and when she finished up the left hand she mimed blowing on it and told him to copy her, which he did as she moved onto the right hand, ignoring the stitches as she got started. 

A few minutes of silence lapsed between them; the creature was probably still a little unsure of whether or not he should be hanging around with her; they had a shaky introduction, but he seemed harmless enough to Taffy and she was just happy that someone was around for her sister in a way she herself had never quite been able to despite her best efforts, so he was okay in her book. And Taffy was clearly the family member that Creature had the least amount of disdain towards, so they had formed a tentative friendship, one that Taffy was currently trying to strengthen with this little makeover. 

Deciding to break the silence, she looked up into the corpse’s bewildered eyes and smiled, tearing him away from his staring contest with Billy Idol in the “Rebel Yell” music video.

“Don’t even think about getting bleached, buddy. Blonde would not be a good look for you.”

He grunted again, slightly offended, but she waved him off.

“Let’s rap. When did you first get the hots for Lisa?”

His grunt pitched up in surprise, and he gave her a look that was somehow sheepish, guilty and mortified all at once. 

“Dude, it’s totally obvious. You aren’t subtle AT ALL, I think everyone but Lisa herself can see that you’re totally smitten.”

His cheeks darkened under the artificial blush she had given him, and she nodded sagely. 

“Told you. So, when did it happen? When you got reanimated?”

The creature shook his head and pointed out an arched path with his left hand. 

“Oh, before? When you were still in the ground?”

He nodded, and Taffy whistled, impressed. 

“Damn, that’s some dedicated crush. Who knew grave tending was such a good way to meet guys?”

The creature snorted out a laugh, and Taffy raised a well-plucked eyebrow inquisitively. 

“So when are you going to tell her that you’re head over heels, huh? Frankly I think she should have noticed ages ago, but she’s always needed a bit more help in matters of love than most people and she won’t take my word for it, so you’re probably going to have to do some show and tell before she gets it.”

He hummed distractedly, his blush still very much present as he thought about ways to woo Taffy’s stepsister. She finished up his right hand and took his left again, his brow sill deeply furrowed in thought as she picked up the bottle of black nail polish that she had gotten for the Miss Tristate Teen Halloween pageant and began applying it to his now-dry nails. 

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head, you know. If you need any help we can go raid her VHS collection, I know she’s got some rom coms in there that you could get some inspiration from.”

He groaned in agreement, eyebrows still scrunched together. Taffy rolled her eyes fondly at the lovesick, oblivious idiot in front of her. 

“But you know, you probably don’t need much help. She may not realize it yet, but I can tell she’s got feelings for you, too. I don’t have to be an I.P. for that, I just know. I haven’t seen her talk or smile this much since I met her, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that she’s turning heads in the hallway. That’s all you, and I’m sure she’ll realize it eventually. Just so long as you keep doing what you’re doing and practically worshiping the ground she walks on, she’ll figure it out. I promise.”

She switched to his other hand as the creature absorbed her words, and when she looked up he grunted, the words lost but the message clear. 

Thank you. 

She beamed at him. 

“You’re welcome. Just don’t break her heart, or else I’m going to put you back in the ground for good this time, okay?”

She said it brightly, but her eyes were anything but joking. Creature’s own widened in turn and he shook his head vigorously and with complete conviction. Taffy nodded, satisfied. 

“Now hold still or you’re going to mess me up.”

The corpse complied, letting Taffy get back to work. She hummed along to the music video playing behind her, and she was just about to put the finishing touches on his thumb when the front door opened and shut under them, and the sound of combat booted feet trampling up the stairs caught their attention. A few seconds later, Lisa poked her head into Taffy’s bedroom door, arms laden with candy bags and eyes bright. 

“Oh, hey guys! Are you doing makeovers?”

“Yep! Come join us, though I should warn you I require payment for my services in the form of Bottlecaps.”

Lisa smiled and walked into the room, handing the previously mentioned candy to Taffy before plopping down next to her corpse, patting the top of his head before taking a look at the spread of self-care items before them. 

While Lisa was absorbed in her examinations, Taffy absolutely did not miss the absolutely adoring eyes the creature was turning her way, nor the way his longing practically radiated off of him in waves. She grinned, and the corpse looked up and caught her eye. She winked at him and gave him a quick double thumbs-up out of Lisa’s view, and his eyes widened, before he relaxed slightly and gave her a shy, conceding smile. 

The moment was interrupted by Lisa straightening, her hands wrapped around the same bottle of nail polish Taffy had just finished using on the Creature. 

“Oooh, can you do mine? I didn’t even know you had black in your collection and I’m awful at doing my own right hand.”

Taffy smiled, utterly delighted at the idea of helping her sister out with a fresh coat of paint. She stretched out her hand and Lisa took it, fingers spread as she bounced a little. The goth looked over at her undead companion as Taffy began painting, and when she noticed his nails her smile widened. 

“Hey, look at that. We’re gonna match!”

He beamed at her in turn, his devotion lined in every crease of his face, and Lisa scooted slightly closer to him, their thighs pressed together. 

Taffy turned her attention to her work, just barely keeping the smile off of her own face. 

They’ll figure it out. Eventually. 

[giggly-squiggily]

Nailed It! (Blue Lock)

Heyo! It's been a minute since I've written for Blue Lock! After fangirling over Bachisagi with the wonderful @intheticklecloset- this fic came to be! :D I hope you like it friend! :3

Summary: Bachira finds fake nails and decides he wants claws. Shenanigans ensue.

Bachira all but threw the bag in his face the second he came in. “I bought claws!”

“Claws?” Chigiri asked once his initial shock wore off. Bachira grinned as he dug into the bag.

“CLAWS!” He cried once more, presenting the pack of stick on nails. Plain in appearance, they shined under the fluorescent lights of the facility. “See?”

“Pfft-” The redhead giggled, taking the box and examining them. “Claws indeed. Why’d you buy fake nails?”

“‘Cause.” Bachira didn’t add more, dumping the remains of his goodies across the futon. An assortment of colorful nail polish and stickies fell out. “I wanted claws!”

“....You want me to do your nails?”

“Yeah! Give me claws!”

Chigiri blinked. Then he laughed, nodding. “Alright, I’ll give you ‘claws’.” Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

~~~

Unsurprisingly, Chigiri was amazing at this stuff.

With the precision of a surgeon, he held Bachira’s hands in his own as he carefully placed each fake nail. His hair was loosely tied back, falling over his shoulder as he leaned in to check if they were straight. “Good- you don’t want these crooked- it hurts.”

“You’ve worn claws before?” Bachira smiled happily, kicking his feet under the table as he watched. His other hand was already adorned with fake nails. The urge to tap them against the table and make a clicky sound was strong, but Chigiri insisted he waited until he had them painted.

“No- I’m allergic to the adhesive. Makes my fingers turn red.” Chigiri wrinkled his nose as he adjusted the remaining finger. “My sister wears them all the time though- I used to help her out. She could never get them to stay.”

“Hm.” Bachira nodded. “Do you paint your nails?”

“Not lately. They always chipped after practice. Hopefully these will stay on.” Just before Bachria’s turn, the dribbler insisted on painting his friends. Chigiri’s fingers were now coated with a surprisingly even set of pink.

Except for his ring fingers. Those were orange. “Kuni nails.” Bachira winked, making him blush and roll his eyes.

“I’m a good claw painter! And you are too- oooo.” Bachira forgot what he was saying when the first layer of blue touched his nails. It looked so much like Isagi’s eyes. “That’s pretty!”

“You picked them out- I assume you knew what you were doing.” Chigiri gave him a teasing brow raise. Heat creeped up Bachira’s collar as he averted his gaze, watching the redhead work. “Don’t squirm- you’ll mess up the design.”

“Design-” Bachira leaned forward to look, only for Chigiri to push him back in his seat with a pointed glare. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t know you could draw!”

“I er..can’t. I can make squiggles though.” Chigiri laughed softly, making Bachira smile. “I hope you don’t mind them.”

Bachira took his hands, posing them the way his mom did whenever she got her own nails painted. Stripes of yellow cut through the blue on his ring fingers, the rest a beautiful application of blue. Chigiri even managed to put some of the sticky gems on them, really making them pop.

“I love them!” He breathed, giggling as he hugged the other. “Thanks Chi-Chi! I’m gonna wear them forever!”

“Heh, no problem. C-Careful, they’re not dry yet!” Chigiri called after him as Bachira ran off, giggling the entire time.

He couldn’t WAIT to show Isagi!

~~~

“Look look! My claws!” Bachira shoved them in pretty much everyone’s face, wiggling his fingers for the full effect. As soon as they were dry he was waving them around, clicking them against water bottles and anything that would make noise. Kunigami jokingly told him he should do ASMR with them- Bachira tried but was far too loud right off the bat.

“Wow, look at those. They’re pretty!” Isagi giggled as he took Bachira’s hands, taking them in. “Chigiri painted them for you?”

“No, I did.” Raichi called out, earning a small burst of giggles from the others. His own nails were painted black- courtesy of said redhead. “I’ll do yours next, Isagi. Give me your digits!”

Isagi rolled his eyes as he turned back to Bachira, finding him no longer there. “Bachi-”

Something blunt but ticklish trailed against his neck. He shuttered with a sharp yelp, diving forward. “Ahah!”

Silence, the rest of Team Z looking at him with looks of both curiosity and amusement. Isagi felt his face burn.

“Ooo…” Bachira cooed from behind, something dangerous in his tone. “Was that…”

Isagi had two options. Stay and take it or run and get it anyway.

He opted for the latter.

“Isagi!” Bachira called after him as he took off, flying over futons and people as he bolted out the door, the dribbler hot on his trail. “Come back here!”

Nope, no way! Not happening! It was bad enough that Bachira knew his worst tickle spots. With those nails…

He was gonna kill Chigiri. He’ll plan his revenge later.

For now, he needed to RUN-

A dead end! He turned with wide eyes as Bachira began a slow ascent, glittery nails wiggling with devious intent. “Isagi~”

He looked both ways, knowing it was useless. Bachira had him cornered. “Bachira! Bachira- now wahahit just a mohohment!”

“No can do! The monster’s telling me to get you, so here I COME!” Bachira charged, easily trapping his boyfriend against the wall as his fingers skittered and danced against the exposed skin of his neck. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AH! Ahehahahahahhaha! Bahahhachihihihirahahha! Heahhahahahahha!” The other boy squealed as he sank to the floor, half trapped by Bachira’s legs as the other pressed into him. Those dastardly nails danced against his skin, sending waves of sensitivity across his nerves. “Wahahahahait, wahahhait- thhehehehey’ll fahahhahahall oohohohohohofff!”

“Silly Isagi- I know they will! That just means I’m gonna have to use them to their fullest potential!” Bachira giggled, tugging his boyfriend gently until he was half-lying, half sitting up against the wall. As he went down, a strip of skin revealed itself, giving Bachira a new opening.

“Bahahahachi- Bahahchi- WHAHAHHAIT!” The brunette all but shrieked when Bachira’s new “claws” found the soft skin of his waist, gently tracing the skin along his lower ribs and sending him through the roof. “DOOHOHOHON’T NOOHOHOHT TEHEHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, someone’s ticklish! Tell me- does it tickle more or less with the nails?” The bob-cutted player snickered as he stuck a hand up Isagi’s sweatshirt, clawing at his skin as Isagi squealed and thrashed against the floor. “I bet it’ll tickle way more if I do this~” He dragged them slowly, watching as his boyfriend arched and wheezed at the feeling. “Am I right, Blue Skies?”

“BAAHAHCHIHIHIHIRAHHAHA! GEHAHAHAH PLEHAHAHHASE!” Isagi was sure he was going to die- he was starting to see stars and his body felt light. If he were being honest, he didn’t mind it all that much.

Then Bachira yelped and pulled his hands away and his ascend to the afterlife came to an abrupt halt. “Ehehehahha..yohoohu gohohohod?” He gasped out, hands coming around his belly as he weakly looked up.

“Ow…I didn’t realize that would hurt.” Bachira moaned, rubbing his fingers. Two of his fake nails had popped off, and a third was hanging on by a few strands of glue. “My claws..”

Isagi sat up with some effort, taking in the dribbler’s hands. Gently, he took them in his own, rubbing soothing circles against the aching fingers. “Sorry they popped off. They were cool while they lasted, though.”

“Hmm.” Bachira nodded, sounding a bit glum. Isagi smiled as he brought his hand to his lips, kissing the dribbler’s bruising fingers. The gesture was enough to shock him out of his pout.

“There. All better.” Isagi grinned after kissing the last of his fingers, scrunching his face up when he got a taste of nail polish. “Gross- how do people eat with this stuff on? I feel like it’d make everything taste weird.”

Bachira stared at him. Then he busted out laughing, falling against Isagi’s shoulder. “Ehehehhe! I lohohove you so much, Bluuhue skies!” He pulled back until he and Isagi were face to face, their foreheads pressed together as he gave him the sweetest of smiles. “Do you want me to kiss it all better?”

Isagi only laughed, nodding as he closed his eyes, Bachira’s lips capturing his own soon after.

Thanks for reading!

[uchu-no-bashira]

Sultry Patience - Gyomei x OC!Kiana

Authors Note: I say that this is for pride month because my OC is very Pansexual/Demisexual. Sorry if you don't like OC works, buuutt you can always scroll! Anyway, hope you enjoy it, if you don't you don't.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Long read, Mentions of alcohol, Teasing, Anal fingering, Power play, Submission/Domination, Pegging, Sex Toys, Nipple play, Sensory overload, Slight Sadism, Slight Spanking, Mentions of Bodily Fluids, Consensual sex between adults over the age of 21, Oral sex, Cunnilingus, Black character because she is.

…“I wanted to know if you… Wanted to help me try something new in the, uh, bedroom?” Kiana pauses for a moment, looking the man up and down before turning around to face him.

“Something new? I would love to, but we have to be at the party soon and you know, when it comes to us, we take at least an hour or two.” She giggles, taking her finger and dragging it along his chest. “For you, though? Anything. They’ll be alright without us. What did you have in mind, Gyomei?”

Making an almost unsure hum, he rests his hands on Kiana’s hips and mumbles, “Let’s take a shower first? And we’ll need lube.” Kiana nods her head, then begins to lead him back to the bathroom. “Oh, and make sure you clean under your nails, love.” He says sternly, listening to Kiana chortle before she agrees to said demands.

“I’ll take a few of em off…”

Kiana wasn’t quite expecting her night to go like this, with her sight befalling one of the most beautiful physiques she’d ever seen. Rippling abdominals, toned lats and two incredibly strong forearms rest restrained up above Gyomei’s head. The one detail she loved most from her view of Gyomei’s visage was the soft, unmistakable undertone of bashfulness painted upon it. The large man’s chest lifted slowly with anticipation and longing, his lips part and his thick member twitched a few inches above his hardened stomach as he exhaled. Sweat glistens along his skin and the half-lidded look of pure arousal that takes residence in his eyes fills the pit of Kiana’s stomach with an overwhelming sense of control. She knew very well he could snap the bindings holding his wrists together, but he instead chose to be at the mercy of her every whim.

It would have been rude for her not to indulge herself in his features, pressing her open palms beneath his massive thigh in one hand, gently stroking her thumb against the hairy surface as she marveled his being. He looked so perfect on his back, so submissive. She couldn’t help but blush the slightest bit as she turned her head to the side, brushing her nose against the inner skin of his knee and pressing warm, close-mouthed kisses to his flesh.

“Mmm, you behave so well.” She cooed softly as he stifled a soft moan. Lower she goes, leaving a blazing trail of wet kisses until she reaches his femoral artery, smiling when he flinches beneath her touch and a pleasured sound is caught at the back of Gyomei’s throat. She doesn’t let up, dragging her wet muscle up and down, kissing slowly and sensually along cooled skin before moving further along.

Kiana continues her barrage, reaching his lower abdomen to follow his happy trail upward. The sound of the binding being pulled augmented with the strained grunts of his waning patience. When Kiana pulled her pouty lips from his abdomen, Gyomei sighed and opened his teary eyes. Now, at full mast, the Stone Hashira was as stiff as his title’s sake.

“It’s too much…” He grunts, baring his teeth and holding his head back. Sensations for Gyomei could, sometimes, be overwhelming. And, if not careful, it could cause the man a great deal of pain. But, if done correctly, euphoria would come just as naturally as breathing. Kiana wanted him to feel everything that she was doing and wanted him to writhe beneath her in absolute pleasure. It was consensual, of course, but that didn’t make it any less sadistic.

The interested woman readjusts herself between Gyomei’s powerful thighs, finding comfort in the way her new harness squeezed the cuff of her ass tightly, but comfortably. She prolongs his waiting, making sure that she applied her nipple clamps on him just right. Not too tight, not too loose. She turns the device to level one, biting her bottom lip from the tantalizing sight of Gyomei beginning to cry again, exhaling lustfully when his tip glistens the slightest bit.

“Remember our safe word, ‘Mei~.” She whispers, taking the pads of her fingertips and softly brushing them against each one of his sensitive cheekbones as she holds his face. Gyomei nods his head, giving a wavering, ‘yes, mistress.’ In response from the stimulation of his areolas. Kiana’s heated fingertips tease Gyomei’s flushed skin. It wasn’t enough to make him whine, but it was enough to make his thick cock react. Each touch was like electricity, moving from his chest, spiraling in his stomach and sparking at his rounded tip.

Closing his eyes, Gyomei’s abs brace from the tingle of a few delicate, coffin-tipped nails tickling his skin, making him pant slightly, almost pulling a giggle from his chest from how feather-light it was. Kiana begins dragging her nails from his chest, pushing downward to reach his upper abdomen, then to his diaphragm and finally, each of his flanks.

Unable to hold back the chesty moan that left his throat, Gyomei undulates as she massages each nerve ending, fighting to keep his hips from bucking into the air while pulling in a sharp breath through his teeth. Kiana smirks at him again, enjoying the reaction to such a minute, gentle touch, one that she knew was only effectuated by her hands. She teases his adonis belt with single digits, writing her name in cursive upon them and taking in the resounding hum her lover makes.

With one sweltering palm, Kiana grabs Gyomei’s girth and angles her head. It was amazing to think that something that big ravaged her insides from time to time, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like covered in her juices when he thrust himself into her. More enticing a thought; what would it look like slathered in his own cum? Inquiring minds died to know. Sooner than later, she’d have her answer. Stroking his length at a painfully slow pace, Kiana experiments with her lover.

She drags the pad of her thumb downward, pulling back his foreskin and all but trilling at the sight of his pretty pink tip. Her opening begins to slobber upon the silicone object pushed into her warmth as she leans down to kitten lick the underside of his length and trace the veins until they imprint upon her tongue. As Kiana’s head bobs up and down, Gyomei chokes back guttural grunts. His hips begin rolling impatiently with an aching need, desperate to reach that sensation of release. “Ah~”

He could hear the lathering sound of her wet muscle delving beneath his foreskin and could sense every inch of it swirling the tip of his sensitive member. He begins to prod a tight, spongy surface, slipping in and out, curving over each of Kiana’s salivating adenoids. Gyomei gasps when her tongue maneuvers its way through his slit and he bites back a groan, all but holding his breath when  her cheeks suck in and she slurps the accumulated mess from his member. “Oh my God…” He moans breathily, allowing his jaw to go slack.

Kiana’s head pulls up, breaking the soothing stimulation and leaving an obscene string of saliva that connects to the pillow plush of her thick lips. “Mmm~ Do you know how good you taste?” She purred, stroking his length again while pressing her thumb against his slit. Kiana rolls her own hips in a circular motion, using the inserted end of her harness to rub against her g-spot and satiate her growing desire. This meant she could take all night with Gyomei if she wanted, but she wouldn’t be that cruel.

“N-no… M-mistress…” He pants, squeezing his nails into the beds of his palms, listening to the indecent squelch between her legs and the soft moans that barely took full form in her voice box. It was all so much. The tickling fabric of Kiana’s silk sheets, the sting of rope hugging his wrists and forearms, the mouth watering drip of Kiana’s soaking heat and the irresistible scent of her citrus body wash all paired so well together, making a cocktail of unbridled arousal. He could almost feel himself drowning in the outside stimulus, the pleasure of it all causing him to tear up again.

Remember those nails she said she’d take off? Well, as Kiana takes her time applying lubrication, the pad of her right middle finger rubs steady circles around the ring of his opening. She purrs out sounds of encouragement whilst adorning the flushed color of his face. “You know I’ll be gentle. Relax for me.” She whispered, slathering more of the warm, water-based lubricant against his hole, massaging the massive girth of his member with her left hand and picking up a bit of speed as she goes.

“Hah~... Mmmn…” He was almost unable to speak from the sensation of her finger delving into a place it’d never been before. He leans into the feeling of her heated digit, shivering beneath Kiana's touch. With an exasperated whine, Gyomei waits patiently, obediently at the command of his mistress and his face begins to shade a deeper Ruby pigment. There were eyes on his body, he could feel it. Kiana’s whimsical but penetrating gaze, the heat of the lights in the room and the weight of the air teasing his delicate, raised scars. The rate of her heartbeat signaled that she was getting off on this.

“Almost ready, Mei. Sorry it’s taking so long, I just don’t want to hurt you… Dos this feel good?” She mumbles in a raspy tone, pumping her small middle finger deeper into him while readjusting herself again, her head lowered and tongue swirling the tip of Gyomei’s girth while watching his facial expression with doe-shaped eyes. 

The sight of his jaw going slack again and his sightles eyes rolling in his head compels the brown-skinned woman to force her hips down onto the pleasure device pushed against her sweet spot. She emits a lecherous moan while lewdly lapping at him, swallowing him up like a fresh drink of water. With each roll of her provocative tongue and prod with her deft fingers, Gyomei falls further into the rabbit hole of pleasure and whines out an uncharacteristically impatient sound. Imagine his surprise when Kiana uses the slick from her watering mouth to slip a second dexterous finger inside him.

The Stone Hashira couldn’t ignore the goosebumps on his arms, or every hair rising on the back of his neck, standing on edge with every warm puff of air against his foreskin. The way her tongue swirled around his puffy, wet tip was becoming increasingly unbearable. “Mistress...” He groans as light tears cover the surface of his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as Kiana pumps her fingers in and out of his rectum with ease. “Hoshi.” Gyomei pants, his length throbbing and twitching as he begins to feel agonizing pressure build steadily in his abdomen.

Pulling her head back from his pelvis, Kiana hums sultrily, repositioning herself above him once again. “Mhn~ Okay. I’ll take it easy since I still have things I want to try~” Kiana giggles, flashing him an unseen, shit-eating grin. The larger male could hear the pending mischief in the tone of her faded voice, the sound sending a subtle enthrallment through his body. Gyomei nods at her statement, his breath hitching as she slowly pulls each digit from his heated core. While looking down at him, the Universe Hashira lifts a brow. “Hm? I can’t hear you, Himejima.” She states curtly, firmly gripping his length in her heated palm.

“Yes, mistress.” He uttered through a strangled breath, flexing his wrists against the bindings so tightly that the muscles and veins in his arms protruded more than normal. The sight warrants a predatory growl from Kiana, leaving her with the thought of how helpless this powerful being was beneath her tiny finger tips. Satisfied with the response, the smaller woman grabs a silicone toy, it was no more than about five or six inches long and slightly thick.

Kiana releases Gyomei’s length and takes the dildo into both hands so that she can fit it into the base of her harness ring. Once secure, she adjusts and tightens the belt on each side until the phallic toy is lined up to the perfect height. Grabbing the lubrication, popping the top and rubbing it lightly into each palm, she begins to lather the sex toy, biting her bottom lip excitedly. Using the remaining fluid, Kiana brushes her palms along his inner thigh at a snail’s pace, all while giving a warm, gentle smile.  “Are you ready, Mei’?”

“Yes, mistress.” He answers swiftly. He’d beg if he only had the permission to do so, but his words of desire were shackled by the command of his mistress who told him to only say yes or no. His patience was running thin as he felt Kiana hesitate to line up with his mildly stretched rectum. Gyomei’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, holding back the soft whine slowly pushing through his nostrils in a controlled breath. Once his lungs are empty, he feels a slippery, filling sensation as Kiana eases the sex toy inside him. Through a guttural moan, Gyomei cries out in pleasure, his length throbbing  with each slow, deep stroke into his prostate.

“That’s such a pretty sight~” Kiana murmurs, watching his tip steadily ooze precum while guiding one hand over a set of rippling muscles to rest on his hip. “Your handsome face. Your extraordinary voice. The way your body trembles beneath my fingers. Am I pleasing you properly, Gyomei?” She asks rhetorically, scanning every inch of his sweaty body with her galactic irises, only stopping once she met his sightless gaze.

“Y-yes, Mistress!” He sobs, craning his neck to the side as the object pushes deeper. Kiana thrusts her hips at a steady pace, gripping Gyomei’s hips tight enough to leave an imprint with her remaining nails. What caught her by surprise was the way Gyomei moved his hips downward onto the sex toy, fucking himself deeper with wild abandon. Kiana matches his pace, taking note of how close he was getting - the signs all over his reddened face and flushed body.

“Feels… So good… Kiana.” He husks out, opening his watery eyes and turning to face in her direction. His mind had been steadily breaking from the overwhelming, gentle vibrations radiating through each of his areola that made a beeline to the pit of his stomach and paired perfectly with the pleasure of his core being massaged. “May I cum, mistress?” He whines.

A thousand butterflies taking flight at once fills the cavity of Kiana’s chest from the sound that left his mouth. He’d never said her name in such an enraptured tone before, but it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. In response, her heat clenches around the pleasure device deep inside her, spasming incessantly and covering it with an abundance of slick that leaks over the bottom of the harness and drips slowly onto the bed.

“Hold on just a little more, my love.” She spoke erotically, angling her hips down and thrusting slowly. “I wish to know the extent of your control.” A muffled moan spreads through the room when Gyomei throws his head back, mouth agape while trying to keep together the small fragments of his coherence. Another, shaken, ‘Yes… Mistress…’ leaves the booming cavity of his chest, coercing Kiana to smirk with delight.

She decides that making the over-sensitive man wait much longer was a crime and that she would absolutely love to see him make a mess of himself. Kiana pushes her hips until they connect with his holding herself there as she reaches for the medium sized vibrator that connected to his nipple clamps. Once it was in her grasp, the bronze-skinned woman gives Gyomei’s prostate some slack before shifting the dildo to press upward onto his g-spot.

“Hahh!~ Agh!~ M-mmm…Mistr-” Euphoria suffuses the body so powerfully that the Stone Hashira chokes on each syllable and every vowel. That wasn’t the end of his torment, though. Kiana takes the rounded vibrator, placing it on the base of his testicles, turning the vibration level up to four. “AH~ Kiana!~”  Gyomei whimpers as the muscles in his legs, abdominals and arms flex while his balls tighten. 

“Wait.” She announces sternly through his unrestrained sounds of pleasure, keeping her eyes on his tip as fluid pushes itself to the surface through his clenching. Using slick from her opening, Kiana uses her free hand to massage Gyomei’s length, twisting her wrist in gentle circles and moving her hips forward. “Cum for me.”

Something inside him snaps. Maybe it was that final, hair-thin thread of pleasure, or maybe it was the expanse of Gyomei’s psyche as his distinguished poise crumbles like wood into ash. Either way, an explosive moan erupts from his chest and thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out onto his abdominals as he groans in relief. It spills like lava, traveling down his length and pooling onto his pelvis. His chest heaves uncontrollably as he tries to catch his breath from the sheer power of his own orgasm. 

Kiana watches his body tense up and trills from the sight of his pleasure, giggling as she removes herself from his entrance and leans down to clean him with her mouth and tongue. She swallows every ounce of his seed before pushing her lips over his sensitive tip and bobbing her head for another five minutes before he erupts again. Ever the guzzler she was, making sure not to leave a mess behind, even going as far as to lick her lips. “I see you've been eating an abundance of pineapples.” She chuckles.

“Mmmn…” He rasps, remaining silent for a few moments  to enjoy his respite. Kiana makes her way off of the bed and maneuvers the harness from her lower half. As the slick-covered dildo slips out of her canal, she moans softly then sanitizes and puts all of the pieces in their corresponding place. Gyomei, having finally caught his breath, snaps his bindings with ease and unravels it from around his forearms before tossing them into the nearby trash bin.

Kiana walks around her apartment, ass-out, looking for her bottoms that she’d flung somewhere or another. “Where on Earth are my goddamn pants?” She mumbles, looking left and right with both hands on her hips. As she looked around, Gyomei had moved in front of her closet, arms folded and eyes closed with a smirk on his face.

“I hid them in a place only I could reach when you went to change into your harness. You should really tie up your victims before leaving them alone around your things.” He chuckles, lifting his eyes slowly. “I feel like… You lied. You said you’d never done that before.” He tones a bit sternly, with a playful lilt. Kiana purses her lips, blinking at him while holding her hands up as if to say ‘dunno.’ “I never lied. I said I’d never done that with you before. So…” Before she could even finish her sentence, Gyomei snatches her up and throws her over his shoulder. His large palm comes up, almost tearing through the wind before making contact on Kiana’s ass with a resounding slap. The smaller woman yelps, feeling the bridge of her face heat up as she covers her mouth. “Gyomei! What are you doing? We have to go~”

He moves her back to the bed, gaining consent to tie her hands above her head. He kisses her from the curve of her neck, to the mound of her mons pubis before spreading her legs and holding them in place. As his head lowers, Gyomei speaks in soothing decibels, setting in place the rules of their night.  “It’s ‘Sir’ to you. Only yes or no…” He whispers, kissing her inner thigh. “Have Siri text the others and tell them you’ll be late. I wish to test the extent of your control.”

[bloodywickedlips]

Conquer all

Summary: You are new to the team and notice something is going on with Spencer Reid, all the signs are there and you want to help him.

The elevator door opened and you stepped out looking at every one doing their own business.

You were lost and had no idea where to go. Seeing someone walk past you cleared your throat and stuck your hand out.

“Hi, sorry I'm miss Y/L/N, I’m looking for SSA Hotchner” you said with a smile and the woman in front of you looked around not sure what to do and smiled back at you.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked you and you shook your head and pulled you badge out.

“no, I’m supposed to start with his team today, new member and all” I said and blushed as she stared at me with wonderment.

“oh you are the new recruit, okay, yes his office is right through there, up the stairs” she said pointing with her very out there painted nails. You smiled and went to thank her but she scurried off before you could say anything.

“weird…” you said to yourself and walked through the glass doors and to the stairs. You were aware of the eyes following you but kept your head held high and knocked on Hotchner’s door and stepped inside with the ‘come in’ you heard.

You closed the door behind you and looked at the man in front of you.

Suit and tie with piles of paper work in front of him.

“Good morning sir, I was told to see you first thing today” you said to him and watched as he stood up and walked around the table. You smiled as he stepped forward and pulled you in for a hug.

“I was told you would be joining us” he said and looked you over. “So you got the heads up to babysit your niece then?” you grumbled and he laughed. He didn’t smile often or even laugh and it was nice to see him do it.

“No I know of no such thing” he said and you rolled your eyes knowing your father for being over protective.

“Your desk is right across Reid’s , and I’ll introduce you soon” he said and motioned for you to sit down.

“I would prefer if the team didn’t know we are related” you said and he frowned at you silently questioning why.

“Back home everyone knew my dad and assumed I got in because of him, I don’t want the same happening here” you clarified for him hoping he would understand.

“I see, well the whole team is profilers so I will keep it quiet but they catch onto things quickly” Hotch said and you smiled.

“Uncle Hotch I was top of my class, and I’m very good at lying. I’m sure ill be fine” you said and stood up to set up your desk.

“then no more uncle, is Hotch only” he said and you nodded appreciatively and walked out shutting the door once again.

You looked over the desks and saw only one empty one. You sat your bag down and looked at the guy sitting by his desk across from you, he was something else, he looked like someone that just stepped off of a magazine cover. Reid you recalled your uncle saying.

“you must be Reid, I'm Y/L/N “ you said sticking your hand out. “Well hello…how can I help you?” he said obviously trying to flirt. “Morgan why are you in my chair?” a voice said to your left and as you turned to look you saw a tall guy in a sweater with beautiful brown hair. What is it with this place? Did they only hire model approved agents?

“Sorry pretty boy, I was looking for something” the guy said and it fit. Pretty boy.

“Who are you?” pretty boy asked and you couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up your neck.

“Y/N Y/L/N…I'm new to the team. And I'm guessing you are Reid and you are Morgan?” you asked and looked at spencer checking you from head to toe. It didn’t make your blushing any better.

“yeah, uh Spencer, Spencer Reid” he said and you noticed he didn’t try to shake hands with you instead he was scratching at his neck, which you could tell was already irritated from his scratching.

“and I’m Derek Morgan sweetness” the other man said and stuck his hand  out for you to shake.

You gripped his hand tightly and he turned it over “Nice ink” he said and you nodded as you looked down to your tattoo on your wrist.

It was something special to you that you had gotten a few months back, it was a stack of books with a small word saying conquer all.

Morgan let go and retreated to his own desk and you were left to set up your own. A few minutes later you were called to the meeting room and met the rest of the team before being prepped for a new case.

As you were listening to JJ explain what was happening you couldn’t help but steal glances at spencer. His leg was bouncing non stop and his eyes were never settled for long, and scratching. His neck and then elbow and then neck again. Never stopping.

After the briefing you grabbed your go bag and went over the files on the jet. You always sat on your own when working as then your mind was fully focused.

The case took four days in which you grew closer to the team and kept an eye on spencer’s antics. They never stopped.

Arriving back at the office you all had to fill in your own reports and you got a congratulations from the team on putting the profile together so quickly.

You just finished your report when you saw Spencer walk to the rest room and looked around first to see no one watching and walked after him.

You shut the men’s bathroom door and locked it behind you. There was only one cubicle door closed and you sighed, you hoped that you were wrong but all the signs were there.

“How long?” you asked out loud and heard spencer gasp “Shit..” before something dropped and it managed to roll right under the door and stop in front of your shoes. You bent down and picked it up.

Dilaudid, a narcotic painkiller.

The door flung open and spencer snatched it out of your hand.

“It’s not what you think” he said and walked to the sink to wash his hands. “Spencer talk to me” you said and frowned at him trying to help.

“Don’t call me that, it’s Doctor Reid” he snapped at you and you understood he wasn’t angry he was embarrassed.

“Reid, if you need help….” You started to say but he spun around and glared at you “I don’t know what you are talking about” he hissed and you shook your head.

“None of them know?” you asked surprised that no one has picked it up.

“Shut up, you know nothing” Spencer hissed at you and he stormed out of the bathroom and you followed after him, going to your own desk.

Spencer avoided you and you couldn’t blame him. He was angry and embarrassed, but you knew he was angry that you had picked it up and none of his team mates/ family picked it up.

“Don’t stay too late guys” Hotch said to both you and spencer and an idea struck you.

“No we are actually just leaving. Spencer and I am going to grab a coffee and a few books to read” you said smiling at your uncle.

“oh Reid can I ask you to pick up a book for Jack to read. We’ve finished the last book you gave us” Hotch said and you could see spencer wanted to decline but you mentioning going to a bookstore had him stuck.

“Sure Hotch” Spencer said and you smiled and grabbed your bag. Spencer stood up as well and pushed his chair back in a little bit too hard but Hotch didn’t seem to notice.

You walked with spencer and hotch to the elevator and waited till the doors opened to the basement where all the cars were parked.

“Come on Reid, my car is this way” you said and bid Hotch a goodnight and spencer had no choice but to follow you.

You got into the car and waited for spencer to get in, slamming your door resulting in you rolling your eyes.

You drove through the city until you got to the bookstore and looked at spencer but he was avoiding your gaze.

“Come on” you said and got out of the car and walked to the bookstore. You walked to the door and spencer huffed as he saw the closed sign on it.

“It’s closed, nice thinking” he remarked and you rolled your eyes again as you pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Reid just get inside” you grumbled having enough of his attitude.

Spencer frowned but walked in and followed you through the aisles after closing and locking the door.

You approached the chairs and smiled as you saw some of the few people that you knew.

“Anyone else?” you heard and sighed as you walked up and turned to face spencer that was still standing for an explanation.

“Hi everyone, my name is Y/N and I’m a recovering addict. Now we can all speak freely here as all of us are in some parts of law enforcement. So where should I start? Uh I’ve had to deal with some nasty people out there. So it all started when a case went bad, I ended up getting shot and needed surgery. I was in hospital for a long time, and there I fell into the rabid hole of morphine. I lost friends and family as my addiction got worse and I nearly overdosed while on the job. My mind was so busy that I forgot I had already shot up that morning and only a few hours later did I take another dose. My co worker found me passed out in my motel room and had to phone an ambulance. It was then and there I decided I couldn’t carry on like that. I had to be stronger and conquer this addiction. So this coming Wednesday I will be sober for a year” you explained and the people around you cheered and clapped but your eyes were only set on spencer.

He had tears in his eyes and you felt your heart break a little bit for him.

You walked back and sat down for the next person to speak. Spencer joined you and sat next to you.

“How…” spencer asked and you turned to him with a sad smile “It takes one to know one” you said softly and watched as he nodded and turned back to listen to other stories.

After the meeting was finished you said goodnight to everyone and locked the door again.

“So what you have permission to use the store?” spencer asked behind you and you chuckled.

“No, it’s mine. Only thing I found pleasure in my whole life was books. So I bought my own bookstore” you explained.

“Reid, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have gotten involved” you said and looked down at your feet.

“No I’m sorry, I was just embarrassed. And angry that none of my family is helping, but only a true friend would get in the line of fire to try and help” spencer said and you stepped up to him.

“I will help Reid, anything you need” you said and spencer nodded and reached into his bag. You frowned not knowing what he was doing until he held out his hand and when he opened it you saw the three bottles. “Take them…please” Spencer said with a tremble in his voice.

You took the bottles from him and stepped forward slowly, wrapping your arms around him.

Spencer was stiff for a few seconds before his arms circled you and a sob tore through his throat.

“It’s okay Spencer, you will get through this. I will help you” you said and hugged him tighter. You knew there were a lot of hard days ahead, detoxing was one of the worst things to go through, but you would get him through it and stay by his side.

“I’m at a disadvantage here” spencer said as he pulled away and wiped his eyes.

“You know a secrete about me but I know almost nothing about you” he said and you smiled staring up into his beautiful eyes.

“I have an uncle in the BAU” you said and watched Spencer’s eyebrow squint together trying to think who it was.

“Come on let’s grab that book my uncle asked you for” you said and laughed out loud as spencer’s eyes went wide. “Hotch!! Hotch is your uncle?” he exclaimed and you shook your head at him and grabbed his hand to lead him to the children books. You knew he wasn’t big on touching but it warmed your heart when he didn’t pull away but instead grabbed your hand tighter.

[lllivia]

I adore you Enid Sinclair.

Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

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You were on your way to study in Enid's dorm one Saturday morning a little bit too early out, because you hated the possibility of being late anywhere.

You were about to knock on her door before you heard your name being mentioned from inside.

"Of course she doesn't like me Wednesday! I mean, have you seen her?? Y/N is like the prettiest girl in school she could quite literally pick anyone she wanted! Also I'm pretty sure she sees me as just a friend, I've been giving her signals all of term, like when I've shared my favorite bubblegum with her and took my time brushing my hand against hers, or when I've held her hand and snuggled up to her while watching a horror movie, or like when she said my favorite teddy that I've had since I was five years old was cute so I gave it to her for her birthday! What more can I possibly do?" You heard Enid's muffled voice coming from the room, she sounded frustrated.

"This is sickening to look at Enid, your fawning and giggling at everything she does is making me nauseous and not in a good way. Just tell her that you have feelings for her and get over it" Wednesday said in her monotone voice, tho she sounded the slightest bit annoyed. You leaned in closer to the door and heard some tapping. "Even Thing agrees that you have to act on your feelings" you heard Enid groan frustrated and heard her most likely fall back onto her bed.

You were honestly really shocked, you had liked her since your first year at Nevermore Academy but never had the courage to say anything. How could someone not like her and her bubbly and sociable personality. She was the prettiest girl you had ever laid eyes on, her multicolored hair, her painted nails, her smile, the cherry vanilla chapstick you always wandered what tasted like on her lips, and her blue eyes that never failed to make your bad mood change.

So, you decided to finally knock on the door seeing that it was actually time for you to study now. You heard some shuffling before Enid yelled "Come in!"

As soon as you went in Wednesday walked passed you out the door, with Thing sitting on her shoulder. Enid squealed and ran up to give you a hug "Hi Y/N! I missed you so much" "we facetimed for five hours last night Enid" you chuckled loving how warm her arms were around you. "Still! So the project, what should we present about" she said smiling brightly at you. "I'm not sure yet, actually I was thinking maybe you could paint my nails first?" You said wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before sitting down on the edge of her colorful plushy filled bed on her side of the room. "Of course, what colors do you want" she said pulling out all her nail polish from under her desk and putting her desk chair so she was facing you, blushing slightly as she found you already staring at her with a soft smile. "Hmmm OOO we should match!" You answered moving closer so she had better access to your hands. About five minutes in painting your nails where you both just sat in comfortable silence, which was pretty unusual for Enid, seeing that she always had someone to gossip about, you decided to speak up. "I heard what you were talking about to Wednesday earlier" You said blushing. Enid looked up from painting you pinky looking absolutely horrified. "WHAT, how much did you hear? Oh I'm so so sorry I totally understand if you don't want to friends anymore, or even speak to me, I shouldn't have caught feelings for you, you probably don't even like girls, I just couldn't help myself- " Enid's distraught rant came to an end when she saw how close you had moved. You layed your hand on the back of her neck and looked down at her lips and then up at her eyes again and all Enid could do was nod slightly, her whole face a bright pink color, and she looked like she was going to explode of happiness. You leaned in, and finally your lips touched in a passionate and loving kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away slightly out of breath and leaned your forehead against hers. Enid still smiling like she couldn't believe what just happened.

"I adore you Enid Sinclair."

💗 Masterlist 💗

This might be a little bit corny but 💀🤷‍♀

[jsinfulhate]

His embrace- Rafe Cameron

The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a golden glow over Tannyhill’s back porch. Rafe Cameron stood by the railing, his stance casual yet commanding. He and Topper were in the midst of a serious conversation, their voices low but intense, discussing the latest developments in their somewhat dubious business ventures.

"Sales are decent, but we need to push harder," Rafe said, his voice carrying that familiar edge of impatience. "If we don’t, we’re gonna get left in the dust."

Topper nodded, though he seemed less fervent about the issue. “Yeah, I hear you. But—”

Rafe’s head snapped to the side at the sound of the front door opening and the light click of heels on the hardwood floor. His expression shifted, a quick flicker of concern crossing his usually hard features. He held up a hand, cutting Topper off mid-sentence.

“Hold up,” he muttered. His voice lowered, almost a growl. “Watch what you say around her. Don’t need her pretty little head worrying about our shit.”

Topper gave a knowing nod, his mouth tightening into a thin line. He understood Rafe's protective streak when it came to her—how he wanted to shield her from the darker aspects of his world.

She appeared in the doorway, pausing for a moment as if gathering her courage before stepping out onto the porch. There was always a touch of hesitancy in her movements, her eyes darting between Rafe and Topper. Yet, there was also a glimmer of curiosity, a quiet determination to be part of his life despite her natural anxiety.

Rafe’s gaze softened just a fraction as he watched her approach. “Hey, babe,” he called out, his voice losing some of its earlier harshness.

She walked over to him, her steps measured, the click of her heels the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Reaching Rafe, she perched herself tentatively on his knee, holding out her hand with freshly painted nails. Her voice was almost a whisper, laden with nerves. “I got them done today,” she said, her eyes searching his for reassurance.

Rafe took her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the rough edges of his personality. He examined her nails, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Lookin’ good,” he said, his thumb tracing over her fingertips. “Just like you.”

She blushed at his words, her lips curving into a small, shy smile. Rafe could feel her start to relax slightly in his lap, the tension slowly draining from her shoulders.

Topper, ever the loyal friend, sensed the change in atmosphere and cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he said, giving Rafe a quick nod and a polite smile to her before heading back into the house.

As soon as Topper was gone, Rafe’s focus shifted entirely to her. His blue eyes, often cold and calculating, now held a warmth reserved just for her. “How was it?” he asked, his voice low but soft.

“It was... okay,” she replied, her voice still soft but more steady. “I was nervous, but I think they turned out well.”

Rafe’s hand moved to her back, offering a steadying touch. “You did good, babe. It’s alright to be nervous.” His words were firm, almost like a command to her to believe in herself.

She nodded, feeling a surge of comfort from his rough yet caring presence. Being with Rafe was a strange mix of feeling protected and on edge, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Want to hang out here for a bit?” Rafe asked, his tone softening as he shifted her slightly in his lap, making her more comfortable.

She nodded again, more eagerly this time. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Rafe adjusted his hold, pulling her closer against his chest. They settled into a companionable silence, the murmur of the breeze and the distant rustling of leaves the only sounds around them.

As the light grew dimmer, casting long shadows across the porch, she rested her head against Rafe’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. Despite his rough exterior and the shadows that clung to him, in moments like these, he was her anchor.

Rafe pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. “You know, you’re my pretty girl,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of protectiveness and possessiveness. “And I’m always gonna take care of you. Don’t forget that.”

She nodded, her eyes closing in contentment. For now, in the cocoon of his embrace, the outside world and its dangers seemed far away. She felt safe, cherished, even in the presence of someone as intense and unpredictable as Rafe Cameron.

And as the night deepened, wrapping them in its quiet calm, Rafe held her close, his mind already plotting the next steps for his empire, yet never once letting go of the woman who had become his grounding force.

[thatone-brightstar]

Before You (Carmen Berzatto X Fem!OC)

It was Isaac before Carmy, and it was Ross before you.

Read part I.

Part II: January.

words: 3.4k

a/n: Thank you all so much for 200+ followers!!! Idk what to do in these situations but I'll celebrate by giving you more Carmy content! Slide into my dms with your prompt ideas and I'll gladly do my best to write what I can! Also: Image does not represent OC's skin type, just needed a summary pic. WARNING: Smut ahead, p in v unprotected sex (birth control is present but not mentioned), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

This was not how she expected her New Year to go, dress hiked up to her hips, nails digging into his neck and shaking thighs painfully wrapped around the man continuously slamming into her. The lewd sounds he makes reverberate inside the small depot, echoing back into her dew covered skin and fueling the shivers traveling up and down her spine. Ross has always hated her name, but the way Carmy says it- blissed off his mind, crimson cheeks and pink pouty lips rounding over each syllable and followed by a breathy ’fuck’- god does he make it sound devine. 

Her nails drive deeper into his reddened flesh and the pain of her grip tightens his fingers over the plush skin of her parted thighs. The flimsy fabric that barely covers her navel lets him see himself lost with each thrust, sight replaced with a gripping sensation, choking him with his own air.

There was something cathartically thrilling about their… situation. The sneaking around, the lingering stares each time she crossed to the depot and the tauntingly short uniform that made him visibly gulp. It all brewed thick inside his gut like he’d never known, the warmth of her lips weeks before had shaken the loose earth over his buried desires and there was no way he would get his fill from just the one time. 

Unbeknownst to them, they had fallen into a clandestine rhythm. After closing, Ross would get in her car, drive a few blocks away and wait for Carmen in the warm comfort of the vehicle. Her pulse always quickened in anticipation around the ten minute mark, when she’d spot him in the rear view mirror, blowing smoke into the wind and hair disheveled after a hectic service. The drive to his felt longer each time, anticipation thick and pulsing in the empty space. They could never reach his place though, once she parked on the narrow alley beside his building, his fingers would wrap around the side of her jaw and her breath would be stolen by hungry tobacco scented kisses. She enjoyed the feeling of his needy hands circling her hips and pulling her over him, before his mouth attacked the frail skin of her throat.

But tonight felt different to her. The frustrations of a shitty service had Carmen on edge and he didn’t even give her a chance to leave as she popped her head into the empty kitchen to say goodbye. Instead wrapping his grip around her wrist to drag her into the small room and pinning her against a shelf with the strength of his panting chest. His usual doubtful behavior is replaced by strong and steady thrusts, ones that have the glass olive oil gallons behind her vibrating angrily. Her worry of them braking only lasts a few seconds, soon being pushed out of her mind by the constant pattern of his movements and the tightness inside her that’s beginning to burn.

“Fuck- Ross-” He moans into her neck as he speeds up his slams, breath blowing cold over the sweat on her skin.

The relentless strike of his hips on the base of her thighs paints the sensitive skin with a light shade of pink, causing a hiss from her when he readjusts his grip over the slick flesh.

“S..sorry- you good?” Carmen asks with slight concern, slowing down his movements and gulping the dryness in his mouth.

“Ye-yeah-” She reassures with a panting grin, eyes slightly glossy and mascara staining her bottom lashline. “Keep going, I like it…” 

“Oh.. yeah- right okay.” Her bluntness gives him a blush that matches the underside of her thighs before resuming with a brutal blow, ripping a gasp from her lungs and making her breasts jolt with force.

Ross’ fingers tangle in the sweaty strands of his hair and pull him down to her awaiting lips, licking and nibbling over the delicate skin while his hands dent the muscle of her legs and his actions grow faster each time. With a string of groans pouring from her chest, she does her best to chase his hips with her own, striking a perfect spot each time. Her feet hook tightly at the base of his spine and this restricts his actions into shorter and faster shoves against that specific, beautiful spot that seems to split her in two.

An almost filthy cry bursts out when her orgasm shoots up from deep in her core, sparking in each nerve ending in her body and his hand flies quickly up to it to drown out the obscene sound. The remaining force in his last thrusts carries her back down into her body just in time to feel his fingers dig into her bruised skin. A throaty groan blows heavily over her collar bones before he slumps down completely with heavy inhales. She likes this part, when his shoulders lose tension and the beating of his heart doesn’t palpitate as hard against her chest. 

He pulls out with a soft hiss but rather than make an effort to step away from the momentary comfort she provides, Ross feels his thumb brush gently over the red dents he produced; a clear contrast from a few minutes before. She tries to remain quiet so as to not ruin the moment he seems too caught up in, but his tender touch pulls an invisible string deep inside her and the fear of unwillingness to anything remotely close to a relationship triggers her mouth before she can stop it.

“You’re gonna leave a mark…”

“Hmm?” He pulls his head up to meet her eyes, bright pools of aquamarine absorb the little saliva left in her tongue and she swallows drily again and again.

“Your fingers…” She clears her throat. “They’re, uh, they’re gonna leave a mark.” Though that’s not really what she originally meant.

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“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me!” 

“No!” Ross groans towards her friend, trailing behind her as they both cross the entrance to the back of house.

The regularly hectic movement in the kitchen seems less so as service isn’t due for another few hours. There’s a thin layer of peace visible in the rounded backs of a few cooks as they ingest family, elbows glued to the long stainless steel tables. Ross moves to the water filter beside Frank’s station, ignorant to the glance he throws her way, but very present in Meg’s eyes as she gasps.

“Wait, was it Frankie? D’you finally cave?” Meg whispers beside her.

“Ugh, gross no. I’d rather stick hot coal in my mouth…”

“Okay, then who?”

Ross rolls her eyes once again. “I’m not telling you, alright?! So just- hop off my dick.” 

“Oh c’mon, he had to be good if he left bruises like that…” 

Meg leans down to inspect the lilac dents peeking ever so slightly from under the hem of her uniform. A hiss leaves Ross’ mouth and she immediately reaches down to swat her friend’s pointed finger off the darkest spot.

“All I’m sayin’ is, every artwork needs the artist’s signature.” Meg grumbles beside her. 

“What artist?” The cook intervenes as he pokes around his own plate.

“Ross has a new boy toy and she won’t tell me who it is…”

She keeps her eyes trained on the slowly filling bottle, trying hard to tune out the teasing from the two idiots behind her.

“Y’know she won’t shut up ‘till you tell her, right?”

“I’m just hoping for her batteries to run out.” She assures with a flat smile, taking a sip from her bottle and leaning on the table in front of her.

“I thought you’d be more interested…” Meg teases, picking a piece of dried tomato from his plate and nibbling it through her smile.

She can see a slight tension in his jaw before he shrugs, eyes heavy on his dish. “We’ll find out eventually…” He answers under his breath, the words making Ross’ brows furrow.

“Meaning…”

Frank sighs and pushes his forearms off the table, finally looking up at her. “I mean- c’mon Ross, we know your type- plus, if it was one of these motherfuckers-” his fork drags pointing at the few cooks in the room. “-which it probably was- you know none of ‘em can keep their fuckin’ trap shut.”

If his comment struck a nerve, left it beaten and pulsing in agony, she doesn’t let it show. Instead, she rolls her eyes one more time and gulps down her water, drowning the many colorful swears with his name written on them. A prickling sensation covers her skin, the grip on her bottle going loose when she catches his persistent gaze falling heavily on her from across the kitchen. It washes over her for a few tender beats, and the water in her bottle no longer seems sufficient to cool the heat his strong stare ignites in her stomach.

Carmy doesn’t mean to stare, his eyes had just wandered, obliviously guided by the source of her vibrant voice, the private conversation not so private in the confinements of the blinding white room. A strange sensation flourished in his chest when Megan mentioned the bruises he had previously apologized ardently for and could hear Frank’s slight annoyance  at them.

He doesn’t dislike Frank per se, he finds him irritating and obnoxious at times sure, but not to the point of hate. Right now however- as he appears completely entranced by her- Carmen can’t help the irritation beginning to course through him from the words he overheard. He knows they’re bullshit- the idea to expose her in such a way had no space inside his mind, Carmy isn’t like that- and with his own eyes roaming her tense features, he hopes that in the few seconds he allows himself to sneak a look, she can catch that. The unspoken assurance that she can trust him to keep whatever they have going on a secret.

“- are you even listening to me?”

Her friend’s voice demands Ross’ attention and he drags his eyes away, setting them back on the paper thin sweet potato slices gliding off the sharp edge of the mandolin.

“What- yeah, um… something about… your hair?”

“No dumbass- your psych exam, how’d it go?”

Despite his heavy attention to the task at hand, his ears can’t help but to tune back into the conversation as her sigh floats thick in the air of the kitchen.

“Failed it again… which is- fine-” She groans and reaches her hands to rub up her face in frustration. “-but that blows my second try so I only have one left or I’ll have to redo the whole course.”

Meg frowns up at her and reaches a hand to stroke over her arm. “You’ll do fine on the last one, I’ll help you study.” She offers with a kind smile. “Next one’s the good one… you’ll see.”

“Yeah… I guess'' Ross replicates her friend’s expression and takes another sip from her bottle, only half heartedly believing her.

“Yeah- we’ll both help you.” Frank adds, reaching his own hand beside Megs, a sly expression turning hers into distaste.

“Chef-” Three heads turn to the far left to see Carmen’s usual serious expression, making Frank immediately straighten his posture. “If you’re done fuckin’ around, that duck amuse in the walk in isn’t gonna confit itself-”

“Yes, Chef- sorry.” 

“Thank you!”

Frank briskly picks up his half finished plate and disappears around the corner with a quick step, barely having time to throw them an irritated expression. 

She feels it before seeing him. Only a wisp of white and blue flashes in her peripheral vision before he disappears behind her, the warmth of his extended digits pressing gently on her lower back and a soft ‘behind’ blowing on her exposed neck.  Ross turns just in time to catch the artist’s eyes lingering on her for a sliver of a second, but it’s more than enough to spread a tingling sensation over the blossoming bruises. She doesn’t notice the change in rhythm inside her chest or the soft sigh that he pulls from her as he moves further away.

Meg’s voice is barely audible behind the thin ringing in her ears and it’s only then that Ross notices she’s been staring down the empty space of the corridor, Carmy long gone.

“What the fuck was that?”

It’d be a blatant lie to say she knew either. The way her hands had suddenly gone all clammy and her stomach had dropped to her knees with a simple touch was not characteristic of her usual hookups. The day prior’s fear resurfaces again and the erratic beating takes another definition as she swallows hard and turns to Meg with a thin lipped smile.

“That was um… the artist.”

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Roslyn never wanted a relationship, she didn’t need to be in one to know they were shit. All the effort it took to maintain a façade of contentment and joy just for it all to crumble down into nothing, made every cell in her body recoil in disgust. Besides, nothing ever made her believe in the fairytale and every couple she met while growing up seemed completely tired of each other's company. Why would she ever want to put herself through that most ancient form of torture? For what, just to not be alone? 

Big whoop. She’d been alone most- if not all her life- and from the vast experience could confidently say it wasn’t as bad as people made it seem. Her own company was a hundred times better than some of the questionable creatures she found herself roped with.

Yet, despite all the reminders and admonitions that she ‘wasn’t made for that kind of thing’ and to ‘just leave what isn’t for you alone’, Ross could not contain the tumultuous thoughts banging heavily around her skull. 

The shift had gone by quickly as she spent more than half of it in her head, finally clocking off autopilot once the crisp air brushes past her cheeks at the employee exit. The air comes with the lingering wisp of tobacco. Ross tries to disguise how accustomed she’s grown to the smell, breathing in deep and walking slowly in his direction. She throws a nod to her right, where Carmen stands leaning on a tree.

“Hey…”

“How was your shift?” He asks a bit awkwardly, pushing himself off and dragging his feet beside her.

“Fine, I think-” Ross stops abruptly.”-hey, is it alright if we like, don’t do anything tonight-”

“Oh shit- no I wasn’t here for-”

“It’s just, my head kinda hurts and-”

“Yeah, I get it- I wasn’t-”

 “I also haven’t eaten so-”

“-I can make you some…thing.”

The silence is filled by tension as his words linger heavy in the air. They slipped past his mouth without contemplation and now weigh more with each second she doesn’t respond. Words turn to dust in the back of her throat- scratchy and uncomfortable- while she tries to come up with a lie on why she wouldn’t find it absolutely appealing to be cooked for.

“It’s okay, you spent the whole day cooking- you don’t have to….”

“I don’t mind it.” He’s soon to assure, keeping his eye contact despite the sharp shake of his head.

Her fingers grow sensitive at the constant assault of her nails, she huffs out a small breath of air and looks up at him. She can only hold Carmen’s strong stare for a few seconds, eyes wavering instead on the treetops above his head.

“No one’s ever really made me dinner before.” Ross delicately whispers her confession.

His offer’s dissected in her head for what feels like an eternity while he just waits in place, knuckles cracking at his sides. A slow smile finally covers her face, nodding gently to him.

“Okay…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

He offers what she has come to know is his soft smile, at least what she can see of it under the dim lighting of the street lamp. The clouds of vapor emanating from both their chests pull her from the unintentional staring contest and she makes a following motion to him with her head.

“I-um- I left the car that way.”

“Right- yeah- okay.” Carmy’s nervous stutter widens her grin.

They begin to walk the few blocks in silence, he’s concentrated on the surrounding ambience- second cigarette in hand- while she attempts to ignore the alarms she has strategically set out, all in the name of self-preservation. 

‘It’s just dinner’, she repeats to herself. ‘It doesn’t mean anything’. 

“Can I ask you somethin’?” He speaks out, pulling her from her head. “And you can totally tell me to fuck off-”

“Probably will, but shoot-” She adds with a light laugh, tired eyes concentrated on their path.

He contemplates his words for a second, the dim roar of tired engines penetrating their small bubble of peace. 

“So you really hate your job-”

“Ooh, hate is not a strong enough word-”

“-Okay, so you loathe your job-”

“There you go…” Her humorous smile triggers his usual small one, the tiny dimple on his left cheek guest starring just briefly but she takes a short second to admire it fully.

“Why do you stay?”

Ross contemplates his question while she plays with the strap of her bag, debating between the option she’s always used to deflect any sort of question, or to undust and pop the lock on the box where her truths lay hidden.

“Well you see, I have this horrible habit where I have to eat and-”

“Oh, fuck off- I’m serious.” His laugh is brief but genuine and it shudders something deep within her- it vibrates through her ribs and changes the tempo in her chest- an earthquake came and gone. 

A slight sense of panic trails behind her external joy, looming just out of sight but present still. She sighs and gulps the tightness down, turning to the empty street before them.

“I wasn’t supposed to be there this long.” Ross finally confesses loud enough so he can barely hear her. “I'm majoring in psychology…”

“So this is temporary?”

“Yeah…” She sighs again, picking at the gel polish she gets specifically to avoid the bad habit. “It’s supposed to be, but I’ve been trying to get my license and failed my exams twice. I only have one more chance before I have to retake the course all over again.”

He’s silent for a while, staring at the grimey ground and searching his head on what to say. “I was always shitty in school… but maybe I can like, try and help you study? Some say it helps explaining it to someone else.”

Carmy’s voice falls into a whisper with the last sentence and draws her gaze away from her fingers and up to his concentrated one.

The way his attention falls solely on her- eyes never straining far from her own- heightens her senses and chills her skin past the warmth of her coat. All she can muster is a thin smile, because anything bigger would trigger the lever that’s already too tight. 

“So psychology?” He changes the subject.

“Yeah, the-uh- child kind.” She awaits the usual taunt that comes with her answer- the ignorant thought that ‘why would children even need a psychologist?’- but it doesn’t. When she looks in his direction, it isn’t there either and she can’t decide if what he’s giving her is worse.

“That sounds pretty cool.” He says instead.

Ross’ brows twitch up momentarily, awe visible only for a few worthy moments. “Yeah it… it is.”

And says nothing else. 

‘Don’t read too much into it’ Ross repeats to herself, as many times as needed to push out the ridiculous thought of anything more than what it is- just a casual thing- out of her head, on the drive to his place.

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Part III.

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt, @pussy-f41ry, @kirakombat, @redsakura101 , @hobisunshine13 and that’s it lmao

[hyunsvngs]

Having a girls night with fem!lixie and she confesses that she doesn't really enjoy sex because her bf can't satisfy her so you take it into your own hands to show her how good it could feel

been thinking about this for days and i'm finally answering it baby. bc imagine both of u in cute lil matching shortie pyjamas and ur painting her nails... tw lixie is secretly evil

you're halfway through painting her nails a pretty pink. they're not too long, only just about reaching the end of her dainty little fingers. the colour is sheer, but you're planning on layering it until you look up and see a confused little pout on her face. "what is it, lixie?" you question, tilting your head to the side. "do you not like the colour? i thought this is the one you chose, right?"

"no, the colour's perfect," she sighs. you put the tiny paintbrush back in the pot, screwing the top on and putting it to her bedside table. her whole room is bathed in a soft pink glow, courtesy of a cute salt lamp and her overall vibe. when you turn back to her. she's staring down at her nails, her short blonde mullet wavy against the long column of her neck. "do you ever think you might be gay?"

you almost choke on air. "lixie, baby, i am into women. you knew that, right?"

lixie blinks, and then she's holding back a laugh. "you're right. i knew that," she shakes her head, rubbing her temples with one small hand. "i just mean... i've been dating that guy i told you about for a while now. i just don't feel a spark with any guy i date. they can never... y'know."

you raise your eyebrows. "they can never make you cum?"

she bites her lip, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "no! none of them can. so, i was gonna ask you if like... you'd help me try, since we're best friends, and then i'll know if i can cum, or even if i'm gay, and it won't even be awkward because we love eachother so much and-"

"yes," you cut her off. maybe you're being selfish, because you've wanted to get your hands on her for so long, but who cares. it's what best friends are for, right? lixie gasps at your intrusion, before she's shrugging and trying to act nonchalant. she does this a lot, screwing her cute little face up and her eyes soft but nervous. her pyjamas are soft when you let your hands go to her thighs, the pastel pink satin matching your own lilac ones. "lixie, honey, it's just me. we don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable."

she throws herself on top of you, finally dry nails on her hands going into your hair. she pauses, up close to your face, and you see her eyes flitting to your lips. her freckles are darker than normal, given that summer has just passed, and she looks so fucking beautiful you can't help but sigh. as soon as the noise passes your lips, lixie is kissing you, her tongue desperate as she darts it into your mouth.

"baby, calm down," you giggle, pushing her back onto the bed. her soft blonde waves fan out over her pillow, and she huffs, thrashing her legs. "it's just me-"

"i know it's just you, but i- you're hot, you know that," you shake your head fondly, trying to hold back a laugh. you don't even stop her when she unbuttons her pyjama shirt, yanking it off of her narrow shoulders and exposing cute, perky tits in a white lace bralette. she's just as impatient taking her shorts off, dragging them down lithe legs and exposing her matching panties. you can see how wet her pussy is through the lace, and you scoff. already?

you can't help it anymore. you giggle, shutting your eyes in disbelief. "lixie, was this all a ploy to get me into bed? you're awfully wet already."

when you open your eyes, there's a pink blush beneath her freckles. "okay, yeah, i knew you'd help me cum. he's really bad in bed, and you're sexy and clearly make me very wet. is that... i'm evil, aren't i?"

"you're a little bit evil," you muse, running your thumb over her clothed folds. "i kinda knew all along, though. slut." it's affectionate, but still makes her keen. her toned tummy jumps as you tease her, lithe legs falling further apart.

"mm, touch me more," she begs, her teeth digging into her plush bottom lip. she looks like the cat who finally got the cream. she's evil, she'd planned this, but you're so, so into it. "make me cum, yeah?"

you lean down, kissing her lips again before murmuring against them. "i'll make you cum over and over, evil girl."

[missamyrisa2]

all throughout the party you can feel the eyes upon you ~ not disdainful, not unpleasant ~ a sort of adoration, a curiosity, and an understated aggression~

maybe nothing ~ but oooh there's so many of them ~ and there's always those little smirky smirks, their lips trying not to curl up and show that intent, the intent of wanting to ~do~ something to you~

and thennnn~ a moment of revelation, a confirmation of their suspicions, exuberantly exclaimed by a mousy girl decked out in florals~ whose shiny red nail pointing directly at your soon to be blushing face could be seen from miles away~

"it's them!!~"

drinks and snacks drop from hands, some tossed comically into the air at the mad flurry of sudden momentum~

"it's the ticklee!!"

Your legs don't even have a chance to turn to jelly and sabotage your escape~ the hands are already at your sides, one spreading over your belly as if to catch a falling ball in the most important game of their life~

"Tickle them~!! Tickle!!"

The perky girl tackles onto your backside, her voice unmistakable through the excited squeals and gasps of the crowd ~ soon to be joined by your tickled laughs~ you fall, tickled to the ground by wiggly fingers in your underarms over your neck and grasping at your hips~ eyes cast to the ceiling you see your shoes go flying into the distance, your arms for whatever reason feeling the most shock as nails scribble at your soles~ the click of restraints is heard in the melee, not that they need any help, but you find your wrists manacled and held, just as long fluffy feathers part the crowd~

"loooook what I brought~!!"

Your top is lifted, then snatched, then torn, and finally nothing but rags of fabric carelessly discarded as the soft tools descend with wiggles over your exposed upper body.

"Ha-ha, coochie coo you little shiiiit!!"

The sass rises, different tickle styles mix and blend and accentuate one another. Squeezes rise up your sides, flicky flicky fingers taunt your chest buttons. Sensual nails glide on your soft belly and dip into your trembling navel. Digging earnest fingers enjoy your underarms incessantly. Someone gets the idea to pour something into your bellybutton so another can lickle tickle it out~

"Gotta try these ribs I want some of those ticklee ribs!"

"Yeah well these big feet are as ticklish as they come~"

"Can't get enough of them pits!"

The lickle gives way to the nibbles, lips brushing for ticklish spots so the nibblies can take over. Your body becomes the party snack. Soft lips, softer tongues, wicked nibbly teeth leaving their loving affection all down your midsection, up your chest, across your thighs. Feathers are arranged between your toes and makeup brushes start painting portraits on your soles. You become aware of various spots for a while even as tickles happen elsewhere. The overload comes through in waves, but their faces~ the smirks, grins, looks of loving contempt, never stop taunting you into your increasingly breathless giggling gasps~ <3

[cuinaminute229]

Fluffy prompt challenge

"Call in sick to work, I want to spend the day with you"

If you do this one, I'll consider finishing the one you gave me heh heh heh

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pairing: Maria Hill x reader

a/n: apparently no one believes I can write fluff so here is some fluff lol

Also @therunawaykind look so much fluff!!

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She stirs awake to a dark room and a lullaby of rain tapping outside. It's early, early enough for her to know the moon is still painted in the sky. Nocturnal animals and insects alike are still out and about as the world sleeps around them.

A hum leaves her lips as she buries her face into the soft pillow under her head. The light of the moon shines through the half closed curtains, basking the room in soft silver light. The blankets are warm, the body pressed against her warmer. The soft sound of rain makes her want to delay the oncoming morning and set alarm on her phone.

For a long moment, she doesn't move, just breathes and sinks into the surrounding warmth. Her thoughts are slow as she goes through the oncoming events of the day, she needs to get up and make coffee soon.

No matter what anyone thinks, she is not a morning person. Maria enjoys seeing the sunrise as she drives to work but she'd rather stay in bed until she can't hit snooze on the alarm anymore. She'd rather stay with you, under the warmth of shared heat and darkness of a room that promises there is still time to sleep.

The gradual pull of lingering exhaustion promises pleasant nothingness. And she's so close to falling, if her thoughts stall for just long enough she can sink without regrets or the stress of just how long she has before the alarm blares.

A soft touch tracing the curve of her shoulder sharpens her awareness enough to zero in on the touch. Her hand flexes from where it's resting on your waist and she fights a smile as her fingers dance up your spine, a challenge of sorts is what she's presenting.

Who will give in first?

She hears a soft gasp, a following hum and you trail your touch at a snail's pace before she feels your finger stall on an aged scar that sits at the end of her collarbone, you circle the raised scar that's been with her longer than her career.

A clasp of thunder echoes in the distance and a stray thought guesses that the storm will linger well after the sun finally rises for the day.

She feels you shift closer, feels your breath mingling with her own as she runs a finger along the edge of your shoulder blade, nails pressing lightly against smooth skin.

The sound she receives declares her the winner and she slowly blinks open her eyes to see you, a deep blush on your face as she watches you watching her.

“You’re staring.” Her voice is a husky whisper and you groan as you push your face into the shared pillow to hide how your blush grows.

Your fingers dance lower along her arm, to her elbow before settling along the curve of her waist.

She expected you to still be asleep when she finally got up, exhaustion heavy and sheets warm as she sneaks away like every morning she doesn't have the day off. But here you are, barely awake as she watches you with a tender smile. "I thought you were asleep."

“I had a dream.” You whisper back, voice thick with sleep and you refuse to move from the pillow even as your arm sneaks around her waist so your fingers can brush along the muscles of her back, touch light and lazy in motion.

“What kind of dream?” She questions with a soft smirk as she reaches out to brush her fingers through your hair, slow and gentle.

You grumble words she can't quite make out as you close the ever small distance that lingered, shifting to press your forehead against her sternum with a sigh.

"A good dream, I presume?" She quirks an eyebrow even though you refuse to move.

A ghost of a kiss brushes against her skin and you release a soft sigh as she scratches her nails gently along the nape of your neck.

Maria smirks when you melt at the touch.

"So… good." Your words are slow, each followed with a breath that drags it out.

"Care to share?" She teases lightly and you burrow deeper into her embrace with half formed words of nonsense.

The silence that follows is comfortable and warm. She basks in this moment as she feels you relax even more.

The invisible patterns you trace slow to a crawl, pausing long seconds before beginning again. She can tell you're tethering on the edge.

A millisecond flash of lightning draws her attention two seconds too late to the window that faces your side of the bed.

The crackling of thunder sounds seconds after and she listens to the still soft thrumming of rain for a short moment.

Her self control that pulls her away for the day is dwindling, the fog of sleep and warmth slowly overwhelming her punctual schedule. She needs to check the time.

When she’s almost certain you’ve fallen back asleep, your wandering touch stalling, breathing heavy and slow, she shifts so she can reach for where her phone sits on the nightstand.

But of course, her plan fails when she moves to prop herself up on her elbow. Your hold on her tightens as you cuddle deeper into her chest, she freezes.

"Sleeping," Your sleep laced voice draws her attention in and she barely fights a smile.

“I have to go to work soon.” She speaks softly. A reminder to herself as much as you.

"Don't leave." You whine and tighten your hold on her, and she's too weak to try again at the moment. She settles back into her previous position, the barely audible pleased hum you release causes her to laugh softly.

"I'm going to have to get up eventually." She tells you. Her hand sneaks up your shoulder, fingers tapping softly as she walks them up the length of your neck to brush them behind your ear.

"Have to go to work," She brushes a single finger along the line of your jaw. "Make money and save the world." She brushes her fingers through your hair once again.

"Have to go to meetings and sign papers, there's so much to do."

"No, stay." You release a heavy breath before continuing, "Call in sick to work."

Maria hums when your fingers dig into where your hand is resting along her hip, a touch possessive.

"Give me a good reason."

“You’re so warm .” The first response your tired brain can come up with and she chuckles at your sleepy thoughts.

She drags her fingers down the length of your spine, ignoring the shiver it earns her. "Gimme one more."

It takes a few long moments before you respond, and she's certain you've fallen asleep on her again, but you finally do tell her.

"I want to spend the day with you."

And she knows, such a request is impossible to resist.

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