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moonstruckme · 2 days ago
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hello, my love! i cometh to the with a poly!marauders request.
i haven’t fleshed it out in my head, but could you write something revolving around them talking about r while she’s “asleep”? the way it came was in the sh drabble, reader falls asleep on james after the tough convo. i thought of a nice follow-up where the lads talk about ways to support them while they think she’s asleep and she feels so safe and supported and it’s just fluffy and cute.
it doesn’t have to be around sh or anything like that! just something fluffy and cute where they talk about her when they think she’s fallen asleep on one of the lads. it could be about past trauma they want to support her with, a trigger and them discussing how to go about helping, etc. - anything you fancy at all. i could use some soft fluff ❤️
Thanks for requesting lovely <3
poly!maraudes x fem!reader ♡ 796 words
Sirius’ thumb is sweeping a slow back-and-forth over the baby hairs at your temple. You can feel his chest rising and falling beneath your head, hear his heart inside it, smell the heady spice of his cologne, but you’re sleepy enough that those things fuzz together, melt into the gooey softness of dozing. 
James and Remus are tidying in the kitchen. You’ve been distantly aware of their low, continual sounds, but you don’t register the change until Remus’ footsteps near the couch where you and Sirius are lying, the floor creaking beneath his feet. 
“Do either of you—oh.” His voice drops to a hush when Sirius shushes him. “Is she asleep?” 
You have the notion to make some small sound, but your mind is sluggish. When Sirius murmurs, “yeah,” before you can, you decide to let it go. 
Remus makes a soft tsking sound. You feel the couch bend near your feet. “Should we wake her? She might not sleep well tonight if she does now.” 
“I don’t much care when she sleeps.” Sirius’ thumb keeps stroking at your temple, his voice as soft as you’ve ever heard it. You think that you may never get past the oddity of being held by him like this. When you first met Sirius, any tenderness had to be disguised as flirting. In a moment like this he would have woken you with sweet, tickling kisses mushed into your neck, growling about how you were too cute to let sleep before making some joke about how if you want to get me into the bedroom, gorgeous, there are quicker ways. And it was all in good fun, you’d enjoyed it and known the real sentiments that lay beneath all his levity. But over time that showy, over-the-top amorousness has morphed into a more sincere sort of fondness, and you like this version of Sirius even more. “Only that she does sleep,” he finishes. “She hasn’t been getting much of it lately.” 
“No,” Remus hums. “I’ve noticed.” 
There are a few moments of soft, blanketing silence between them. You start to drift off again, but then another pair of footsteps comes. 
Remus must make some silent signal, because James whispers, “She’s sleeping?” 
Two hums. 
“It’s not like her to sleep during the day.” 
“We don’t think she’s been getting much of it during the night, either,” sighs Remus. 
James makes a low cooing sound. The throw piled by your feet finds its way up to your shoulders. 
“James.” Remus’ voice is stern. 
“What?” 
“Don’t touch her face,” says Sirius. 
“Sorry,” James laughs softly. “She just looks so cute.” 
“Well, try to restrain yourself.” 
“Okay, okay.” But a pair of lips touches down ever so softly on your forehead, and you hear Sirius’ amused chuff. “Why do you think it is that she’s not been sleeping?” James asks. 
Remus hums. “M’not sure. I think she may just be a bit overwrought.” 
Your chest aches at the caring in his tone. Sirius’ free arm bands across your shoulders, a protective, solid weight. 
“She’ll be alright,” he murmurs. “She just needs a little extra help at the moment, is all.” 
“Maybe we could bake something tonight,” says James. “She always likes that.” 
Remus’ voice is warm with affection. “That’s sweet, Jamie. Maybe something simple, so she can just relax.” 
“Like decorating cookies?” 
“Do we have the stuff for that?” Sirius wonders. 
James scoffs, and you feel Sirius’ chin bump your head as though a forceful kiss has been pressed upon the top of his. “As if you’d have any idea what’s in our pantry. Cute.” 
A smile tugs at your lips. You shift slightly to hide it, turning your face further into Sirius’ chest. All three boys go quiet. 
Sirius rubs your shoulder gently. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, lips to your hair. “Go back to sleep.” Your boyfriends stay silent as you settle, and for a cautious while after that. 
“She’s so precious,” Remus whispers, almost too softly for anyone to hear. 
James makes a quiet sound of agreement. “I hate when she’s upset.” 
“I don’t think she’s very upset,” Remus muses. “Or if she is, she might not know herself. It’s all just a bit much right now, I think.” 
“She’ll be okay,” Sirius says again. His hand is moving over your shoulder still. You think he might do it for hours if it kept you from waking, he loves you that much. Your heart feels too big for your chest. “We’ll take care of her. Cookies, right?” 
“It’s a start,” Remus agrees. 
“James, I swear to god, if you wake her I will fill your shoes with cow shit.” 
“I won’t,” James swears. “Relax.” He presses his lips to the tip of your nose, and both the other boys sigh.
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dgaftilwedie · 1 day ago
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now this.......... this is what i mean when i want more fun question thingies...... holy fuck im gonna have a field day with this
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kinda shitty but life goes on
nawwwww im not ready for a face reveal on here yet lol
absolutely every single day of my life
hm... good question... lemme ask my mom and i'll get back to you
18 woohooo adulthood
i don't usually get asked questions abt my age let alone get mistaken for any ages
im an aquarius and i think??? i suit it?? idk that's what my parents say at least
had a little at home thingy, went to one of my fav places with my bff it was pretty fun
i don't know
black rn
yeah my natural hair color is brown but i like to change it a lot
brown
i'd change the color only if i could make them pink
yeah im blind
well i certainly have one. and it does the jobs it needs to. that is for sure.
we're not gonna get into that this early in the morning
or that this is boring
i have one but im looking to get more asap
i have 6 but again im always looking to get more
right
bi
no but if i could i would
yeah
i have a kitty cat and a doggy dog
i don't have like a set job, i just do occasional freelancey shit
i have a fic in the works as per usual
tell me this question list is from the pro-ana days of tumblr without telling me it was from the pro-ana days of tumblr lol
massive two shits, you ess ay
im very empathetic and a good listener (or at least i try to be, that's just what i've been told)
im a good writer
a lot of things
well it's not really something you're born with but i wish drawing came easier to me, im not really good at it
i feel like one a lot of the time but i don't really know
i try to be, but i get really bitchy when people aren't nice back. i try to keep that to myself tho
i do not know my personality well enough
yeah, im really good at being friends with shitty people apparently!!!
my ideal bed is one with a frame because im tired of my mattress pulling away from the wall and then slamming my head into the wall when i try to lay down <3
no but im feeling quite cranky right now
yeah im like 5 years old lol
mark hoffman
BORING next
i don't even know anymore
i have none
again i have like zero aspirations in the career world, i never want to get a job. crossing my fingers i win the lottery or something
not at fucking all
all the time. i dwell on every interaction i have and i play them back almost obsessively.
yeah, i still kinda do
too lazy
yeah
no but i absolutely need one
i have seasonal allergies n then a couple medicines
i fractured my wrist once
yeah i almost slipped down a waterfall. that would've sucked
nerp
i actually can't think of anythint
i used to be a cheerleader, i went to circus camp (for one day), and uhm........ i got nothing
this is literally the last question restated
literally everythint im a fuckint freak
boring
yeah
like, three
what the fuck
yolo
no
sleep
pink
favorite band is ghost, favorite singer is 12ve my goat 🙏🙏🙏
SAW
the incorrigible children of ashton place, ghost girl, uhmmm OH a series of unfortunate events
yolo bc...... yolo
scoop
most words with the "oy" sound
sushi 🤤🤤🤤
chocolate chip cookie dough
kitty cats meow meow meow
does my answer to the last question answer this one too
super soft, kinda fluffy, silky blankets
orchids
scent as in perfume?? i have this one purple juicy perfume i really like. my favorite not-perfume scent is cigarettes. n then on the opposite sex....... idk man i like when guys smell kinda musky
fall
i don't know
why do i have to list 4 things UGHHHHHH
i don't know mythological creatures well enough to cast myself as any
smiling friends
walmart
naw
why do i have to list so many thints this is so boring
my dad
i have two brothers
no
it's......... interesting
NOOOOO
no
no
i wish
in a different house
idk, i'd want all the rooms to have like a different vibe but i wouldn't want anything to be too white or minimalist or modern.
nyc or something
not home
no
yeah
i don't have a preference
my best friend
yes
all of them are pretty loyal
yes
kill myself 💀💀
i don't know?????
yes
no i don't wanna
i don't remember
my first real bf
yeah
no but i am so open to it dilfs hmu
guh i kinda have a preference towards men
?? idk how to answer this question
never experienced but im sure some people have so who am i to say
hm....,... kinda
i don't really have one
tbh if ur like. adam stanheight or jesse pinkman. then. yeah. that works :3
i don't actually know
kinda?? i wouldn't say someone im not attracted to, that'd be shitty. but looks aren't everything. basically if you're cute and have a good personality, YIPPEE!!!!
i don't even know what this means
i've made it very very clear that im more than open to dating a guy who's like double my age. i do not care LMAO
maybe??
naur
i don't know 😭
n/a
n/a
"oh ok my bad"
yesterday
no
no
yes
yes
no
yes
no
yes oh my god these questions are so gay
i think so
yes
yes
1) stoo asking boring yes or no questions OK WOOOOOO
stupid dumb idiot stoners who are the epitome of the kinda trashy loser guys in 2000s movies. fuck they're my favorite
uhmmmmm not much
i don't know
boring
boring
boring
boring
yes with mark hoffman
yes with mark hoffman
that he is mark hoffman
yes obviously what
probably jill tuck and also amanda young
easily
EASILY
i think so maybe
no
not having any
yes
i don't know
if ur actively trying to emotionally or physically get with someone - whether it's over text or through like a post or a dating app - that's cheating. idc if ur attracted to other people, idc if u watch porn, idc abt most things, but if we're dating and you're seeking out someone else, you suck
no
not really but im a grudge holder so
no. god no. ew.
i don't wanna get into that rn
or that
i dislike too many people
tbh yeah
technically 3
a year and four months
???
naw
almost constantly
i like a whoke lot of different stuff
kinda but im really bad at it
never been to one
maybe idk
no
none that i can think of
oh my god u and ur damn lists
none
ifinhad a library it would be wasted bc i'd never read anything
saw vi
weird ass wording but horror movies
joestar birthmark, east
public indecency
i don't know
i'd keep it anyways???? da fuq
i'd just picj me and my best friend up and renove us from our old friend group
radium bc j said so
2020
a gun and "this is gaytarded"
death rollercoaster i'll test it and everything
fuck
none........... it won't happen........
amanda young
sleeping
kinda idk
i don't <3
no
no
no
nooooooo oh ny gourd
half empty and im about to spill the reston the floor bc my hands are too cokd to hold anything
i don't even know anymore brother
if i tell you none of my wishes will cone true
NO
yeah
atheistic satanism
depends on the amount
i have neither so does it really matter
very
kick every bad person out of america and shape the country into a safe haven
i think it's circumstancial tbh
rewatch saw v
adam stanheight bc we're both losers with not much going for us. we love animals and have rocky relationships with our family and similar music taste and a creative outlet that's the only thing we really have. plus cigarettes also make me bust a nut in front of hot dilfs LMFAO
i missed a question at some point and i can't fund it so uhmmmmm last answer was suppoised to be this one
procrastinator
no
nooooooooo
nothing
my music
no
no
no
no
no
no
no lul
no
no
yes stop asking
molly
no
no
everything
yes
no
probably
yes
i don't think so
no
badly
depends
i don't know anymore
yes
not well
better
everything
what the fuck is an intem
going back to bed
no eat my balls
yes
costas mandylor
no
Aaaaaaaaaaask aawwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaay :D
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91- What’s your relationship like with your family?
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93- The best and the worst childhood memories:
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105- Who is your most loyal friend?
106- Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?
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108- A reason you’ve lied to a friend:
109- Have you ever felt replaced?
110- Say 5 facts about your bestfriend(s):
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111- The last person you hugged?
112- Who was your first kiss with?
113- Do you like kissing in public?
114- Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
115- You have a preference for boys or girls?
116- Is the male or female body closest to perfection?
117- Do you believe in love at first sight?
118- Do you believe in soul mates?
119- What is your idea of the perfect date?
120- Based on past relationships or crushes, describe your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend:
121- What is the first thing you noticed in someone?
122- Are looks important in a relationship?
123- What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?
124- What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
125- Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?
126- Five guys/girls whom you find attractive:
127- Do you have a crush on anyone?
128- A description of the girl/boy you like:
129- Say 1 fact about the person your like:
130- If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
131- When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
132- Do you think someone has feelings for you?
133- Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
134- Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?
135- Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
136- Anyone you’re giving up on?
137- Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
138- Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
139- Have you ever liked one of your best friends?
140- Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
141- Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?
142- Is there someone you will never forget?
143- Say five ways to win your heart:
144- What turns you on?
145- What turns you off?
146- What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
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148- What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?
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250- How you hope your future will be like?
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255- Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
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starryjake · 20 hours ago
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medicine | s.j
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in which jake is sick and the only thing that will make him feel better is a taste of you.
pairing: jake x fem!reader
includes: face sitting, oral sex, jake being sick, squirting, cumming untouched, cumming in pants, face riding (lmk if i missed anything).
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jake was game to eat you out at any time.
you’re exhausted after a long day of work or classes? jake was there already kneeling in front of the bed, awaiting your pussy.
it’s the middle of the night and you’re tucked into bed, fast asleep? jake can’t help the craving he gets and just has to have one lick of your addictive taste before he’s able to fall asleep.
you step foot out of the shower and within less than a minute, jake is laying you down in the tub and devouring your pussy.
the point was, it didn’t matter the occasion. jake just always wanted to eat you out.
that was never anything you felt the need to complain about. you knew people who’s boyfriends refused to go down on them and you couldn’t believe it. you and your boyfriend had just about the opposite of that problem.
but since jake was always game, that meant he wanted it even when he was in not-so-great situations himself.
“no, jake,” you said assertively, shaking your head.
“please,” he begged, looking at you with those pleasing puppy-dog eyes.
at any other given time, you would’ve said yes. just like jake always wanted to eat you out, you always wanted to get eaten out. you two were a match made in heaven.
however, jake had picked up some virus going around campus and had been completely knocked out by it. he’d spent the past two days in bed sleeping, trying to rid his body of the sickness.
you’d been his faithful nurse, staying close by in case he needed anything. you made him soup, brought him medicine every few hours, monitored his temperature, and gave him everything else he could’ve possibly needed. except, that is, the one thing he actually wanted.
“why not?” he practically whimpered. “it’s been days. i deserve it. i’ll feel so much better.”
his desperation almost made you laugh. he wanted you so badly and if he wasn’t as sick as he was, you would’ve given it to him, but he just wasn’t well enough. he was still sniffly, still weak, still running a fever, and just simply was not in the right position to be giving you head.
“you deserve it?” you couldn’t hold back the laugh this time.
“i do!” he whined, not finding the situation funny whatsoever. “i’ve been stuck in this bed for days feeling like shit and all i want is to have my face buried between your legs. just a taste, baby, please.”
you shook your head.
“just a taste is gonna turn into you eating me out for hours,” you said.
“and what’s wrong with that?” he pouted.
“you need to be sleeping and getting better,” you told him.
he leaned forward in your shared bed to get closer to you, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. he placed his hand on your thigh, tilting his head to the side.
“your pussy will make me better,” he said softly.
you placed your hand on top of his, looking into his pleading eyes. he was still so handsome, even as sick as he was. you were tempted, you had to admit.
“i don’t know, jake,” you said.
“please, baby,” he begged you, practically on the verge of tears. “i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.”
his pink cheeks, his swollen lips, his teary eyes, you just couldn’t say no to him.
plus, he said it would help him feel better, so how could you argue with that?
“fine,” you gave in. “lay back.”
jake bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling in victory. his eyes lit up when you agreed and he immediately complied, lying back down on his back.
you crawled up the bed until you made it to his abdomen. you planted your knees on either side of him and hovered over his body, second guessing whether you should actually do this.
“are you sure, jake?” you sighed.
jake’s face flashed with terror at the mere idea of you changing your mind. his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.
“i’m sure,” he insisted. “please, i need it. it’s my medicine.”
for whatever reason, his words turned you on. calling your pussy his medicine was all you needed to hear to shuffle your shorts down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to him.
he licked his lips and watched you closely as you crawled up the remainder of his body until landing by his face. you hovered above him, sighing at the sight of him underneath you.
“sit,” he urged, beyond eager to get his tongue inside you.
“stop me if you can’t breathe,” you warned, knowing his nose was stuffed and his mouth would be occupied.
he didn’t say anything, just grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were actually sitting on his face.
a surprised moan escaped your lips as jake immediately started licking your folds, gathering all your wetness on his tongue. he moaned, muffled, but the vibrations from it were extremely pleasurable.
you dug your hand in his mop of messy hair, legs already starting to tremble as he swiped his tongue up and down the length of your pussy.
you looked down and you could just tell he was in his most happy place. his eyes were closed, savoring the sensation of licking your pussy and tasting your sweet arousal. he was almost moaning as much as you were, certainly enjoying it as much as you, if not more.
you turned your head back and weren’t surprised at all by the sight of his hips thrusting up into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. his neglected cock was straining against his pajama pants, but you knew he wasn’t expecting you to touch him. he just wanted to eat you out, and that was enough for him.
“tastes so fucking good,” he said through an exhale, taking a second to catch his breath.
“are you doing okay?” you asked him, raising yourself off his face.
“more than okay,” he assured you. “i could do this all fucking night.”
he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down onto his face, going straight for your clit this time. he wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked on it softly, swallowing your taste.
you yelped, your legs clenching around his face.
“oh fuck, jake,” you cried out, your grip tightening in his hair.
he released his suction on your clit and went back to gliding his tongue up and down your pussy. he stopped at your hole and delved his tongue inside, letting out a broken moan at your tight walls around his tongue.
you found yourself slightly grinding on his face, subconsciously trying to rub your clit against his nose while he thrusted his tongue in and out of your hole. you knew he didn’t care. in fact, he loved it. he loved you humping his face in an attempt to increase the pleasure.
you sat up again, removing your pussy from his face. a string of your arousal mixed with his spit kept your pussy connected to his lips.
he looked up at you in confusion and even a slight hint of frustration as to why you just took away his treat—your pussy.
“why?” he asked urgently.
“your forehead is so warm, jakey,” you said, having brushed against it while you were tugging his hair.
it’d brought you back down to earth, reminding you that you were riding the face of someone who was not entirely up to health.
“i’m fine,” he said, annoyed. “i feel so good, please just come back. let me have it again.”
he was so, so desperate. you knew you should get off and let him get some sleep, but he wanted it so bad. so, you lowered your hips back down to his face and allowed him to lick up your pussy lips.
“fuck, thank you,” he moaned out, relieved to have your warm pussy back on his face. “i feel good, i promise. just need your pussy on me, baby, that’s all.”
you sighed in pleasure, leaning back slightly and starting to grind again. jake closed his eyes again, lapping and slurping at your pussy.
your stomach was warm and the knot would unravel soon, you were sure of it. he was so good at eating you out, you never lasted long.
“harder,” he urged, pulling you down on his face even more. “ride my face harder, baby.”
you whimpered, humping his face harder. your puffy clit hit the tip of his nose every time you fucked your hips forward. jake fucking loved it. he loved inhaling through his nose and smelling your sweet pussy, having it right there in front of him.
he loved you sitting on his face just as much as he loved laying on his stomach and eating you out regularly. he loved when you would just lose all control and ride his face like you were riding his cock. he loved to be used.
“fuck, jake,” you sobbed out. “i’m gonna fucking cum, oh my—don’t stop, please don’t stop. fuck, i’m cumming!”
you squealed as your orgasm washed over you. your legs tightened around his face and his tongue quickened, eating your pussy through your orgasm and lapping at the excess wetness dripping out of you. you fucked his face, letting all your weight sit on him because your brain was in too much of a fog to care.
“fuck,” jake moaned against you. “you’re so fucking hot, angel. wait! don’t get up.”
he gripped your waist, stopping you from climbing off his face.
“why? you should sleep now,” you said, catching your breath from your orgasm.
he shook his head, pulling you back down.
“need more,” he mumbled, lightly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, going gentle as to not overstimulate you.
“no, jake,” you declined, however made no attempt to stop him.
“shh,” he shushed you, disregarding your words. “please, baby. i just need a little more and then i’ll be all better, promise.”
you whimpered as he rubbed his wet tongue on your drenched folds. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, basically keeping you trapped on his face.
“jake,” you whispered, pushing some stray strands of hair out of his forehead.
“so good,” he mumbled, flattening his tongue. “ride my tongue, baby. c’mon, i know you can do it.”
you started grinding back and forth on his tongue, head falling back at the sensation. his tongue was so warm and wet and felt euphoric as he laid it out for you to use, to rub your spent pussy on.
if jake was paying attention to his own cock, he’d realize how much pain he was in. he was so, so hard, and needed to be touched desperately. but he couldn’t. he just wanted your pussy and nothing else, not even oxygen.
“fuck,” you moaned. “feels so fucking good, jake. i think i’m gonna cum a lot.”
you didn’t know what you were saying. you were so fucked out and jake was too pussy drunk and sick to comprehend your words either.
you knew what you meant, but he didn’t.
you rubbed your pussy all over his face, getting your wetness all over his nose, his cheeks, and his chin. he started licking you again, moaning nonstop.
“i’m gonna—mm, jake! i’m cumming!”
it hit you a lot faster this time, so fast that you couldn’t even give him a proper warning.
you also couldn’t warn him as a stream of wetness shoots out of you. you were squirting all over his face and that was what did it for jake. that was what had him humping his hips up into the air one more time and cumming untouched in his pants.
he moaned, feeling sweaty and lightheaded as he felt your wetness all over his face. briefly, he thought he might pass out. even feeling so weak, he still ate you out through your second orgasm, drinking all the fluid you’d just released and moaning from how delicious it was.
he hummed, babbling nonsense because he was so far gone. you pulled yourself off his face, your pussy twitching from over sensitivity.
“baby,” he mumbled.
“yeah?” you retorted.
“i came,” he told you.
you frowned, looking down at his pants and noticing the stain of cum seeping through the fabric.
“but…” you trailed off. “you weren’t even touching yourself.”
“i know,” he said. “i think i’m just…really sensitive when i’m sick. but guess what?”
“what?” you asked, already starting to pull his pants down to help clean up.
“i was right about your pussy being medicine,” he informed. “i feel completely better.”
you laugh, shaking your head in dismay.
“you’re such a weirdo.”
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this is FILTH. what i wouldn’t give to sit on jake’s face man.
thanks for reading!
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liiixsturniolos · 2 days ago
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in desperate need of a matt angst fic with a happy ending
like maybe you guys fight because he’s been an ass all day and once he makes you cry he feels bad and makes it up to you. like something suuuuper angsty
you ask, I deliver 🙏
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dad!matt sturniolo x reader warnings!: angst, fluff
summary: Matts giving you attitude all day, until he realises how wrong he was, apologises and makes it up to you.
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Matt almost storms into the room, his boots slamming against the ground.
"Matt. Will you stop stomping? I just put Addy to bed!" You scold him.
He ignores you and walks past you as if you weren't there.
"Matt!?" You yell.
"Fuck! What?" He screams back.
Your eyes widen in shock at the way he spoke to you.
"Matt? What's wrong..?" You lower your voice, tilting your head slightly, questioning him
"Nothing, God." He scoffs, walking away from you, into the backyard.
You slump down onto the couch. turned on the TV and ignored whatever Matt was doing in the yard, just to be disrupted by your daughter Addy's cries. You lift yourself up from the couch and go to settle her back to sleep. Once she falls asleep again, you tip-toe back down the stairs.
Matt comes back into the house. You turn your head to look at him. His face, still angry and irritated.
"Where are those new pegs I bought?" He grunts, raiding the kitchen looking for them.
"Pegs?" You ask.
"Yeah, pegs for my bike?" He says In a dull tone, as If you should've known what he meant.
"Oh, I'm not sure. Did you check the garage?" You suggest
"Obviously, I checked the garage." He mumbles.
Your face goes red, and your jaw tenses up. Who does he think he is talking to? Does he think your fucking stupid? You've done nothing to piss him off, but for some reason, he's taking all his anger out on you.
"Matt, what's all this attitude about?" You ask, your eyes glaring at him.
He doesn't even look up at you to respond but keeps opening up kitchen cupboards looking for his motorcycle pegs. "What attitude?"
"Matt, are you kidding. You're talking to me as if I'm dumb, and you ignored me earlier." You bark back at him.
"God, stop nagging me.." he says, instantly regretting it and looking up at your face in fear of how you'll respond.
You sigh in disbelief. Roll your eyes, and walk upstairs to your daughters room.
"Shit..." Matt whispers to himself. He knew how he was acting. He knew he was in the wrong.
He flung his boots off and ran up the stairs after you. You see him follow after you and just scoff in response, lifting your daughter up out of her crib.
"I'm sorry. I know I was an asshole. Fuck. I shouldn't have been. Just my bike was pissing me off. I can't seem to fix it, and Nick and I argued yesterday. That's still playing on my mind. I'm sorry. Kay? I was rude." He blurts out, remorseful, raising his eyebrows and looking at you, hoping you'll forgive him.
"Okay. Just tell me what's wrong next time. You don't gotta' be so secretive about what's making you mad." You advise him, slowly rocking Addy back to sleep.
"Can I take her?" He asks you. "You deserve to sit down a while, I know I've been in the garage all day. It's my turn." He says softly.
"Yeah, of course." You smile sweetly, heading downstairs to go and finally watch TV.
Matt stays in Addys room, holding her and gently rocking her while singing to her quietly. When she falls asleep again, he places her back into her crib and strolls down the stairs.
"I'm gonna go out to the store. Do you want anything?" He whispers to you.
"Yeah, chocolate?" You smirk
"Of course." He says.
Twenty minutes later, you hear the car pull up on the driveway, and Matts key is unlocking the door.
"Hey darlin!" Matt shouts from the door.
"Hey!" You respond.
He walks over, hands you your favourite chocolate, and a bouquet of flowers.
"Aw! Thank you, sweetie!" You exclaim
He hugs you tight and lays soft kisses along your neck.
You let out quiet gasps as he works his way down with the kisses, tossing the flowers in your hands to the side...
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etclouie · 23 hours ago
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Hiii <3
Can I request a poly!marauders x reader where she gets a new piercing. And then like how the guys react to it like if they accidentally touch it and hurt her or helping clean it and stuff! Thx xx
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tender care
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: getting a new piercing and your boyfriends become overly cautious around it (poly!marauders x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: fluff mainly, piercing isn’t specified but it’s visible on eye level (if this makes sense), the boys being surprised by the piercing at first but they get over it, someone elbows the piercing in their sleep, one to one convo with sirius, sirius calls remus a ‘restless bugger’ once, pretty sure that’s it??, lmk if i missed any
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 657
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: sorry it took me so long to get to this (first post after kinktober too, so hope it’s a good comeback)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 marauders masterlist | main masterlist
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you’d gotten a new piercing over the holidays, forgetting to mention it in the letters you’d sent your boyfriends before they came over to yours to stay. 
Sirius and Remus arrived at the same time, while James was late. the three of you were hanging out in your room until the door opened, revealing James holding his bag. 
“starting without me?”
he teased like he always did, standing from between both other boys to give James a kiss on the cheek. 
and that’s when he seen it. 
your new piercing. 
“wait, when’d you get that?”
his question had Remus and Sirius’ ears perking up before they were leaping out of bed to re-examine your appearance, eyes landing on the piercing before giving each other a questioning look. 
“oh a couple of weeks ago, must’ve slipped my mind when i was writing to yous”
you told, eyes flicking from James to Sirius and then to Remus. looking away from the three of them as they started to fawn over the piercing, mumbling out about helping you take care of it. 
“why didn’t you tell us?”
Sirius chimed in, slightly disregarding your words and attentively pointing out towards the piercing. 
practically poking and prodding at the newly healed piercing, before you were pushing his hands away. 
“it’s not like i didn’t want to tell yous, i just forgot to. besides, kinda knew you’d react like this”
you told, hooking a finger under Sirius’ chin before tilting it away with a smile. turning into Remus while his hands carefully splayed across your hips, eyes admiring the new jewellery you adorned. 
“ignore them, think it looks great. they just want to make sure you’re doing fine, taking care of it ‘nd all”
nodding along to his words, head tilting back towards the other two boys who were nodding in agreement to Remus. 
smiling at their concerns, your boys really did worry about you. wanting to take care of every little thing for you. 
climbing back into bed and patting the empty spaces around you, humming as they followed after you and cuddled in around you. 
James on your right side and Remus on your left, while Sirius lay his head on your lap. combing your fingers through his hair as the three of them continued on about taking care of you and your new piercing. 
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you’d woken up before the boys, your parents away to work before any of you would’ve dreamed to of woken up. 
making your way into the bathroom to get ready for the day, dabbing a damp cloth at your new piercing trying to reduce the pain from one of the boys elbowing it in your sleep. 
the creak of the bathroom door opening had your attention darting towards it, eyes landing on Sirius. 
“sorry wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up yet”
you told, pulling the towel away from your piercing and setting it down on the rim of the sink. 
holding your arms out to Sirius, his head resting on your shoulder and your arms going around his neck. pressing a kiss to his forehead as he cuddled in as close to you as he could, his arms loosely crossed at the small of your back before he murmured out. 
“what’s the towel for?”
fingers brushing his hair out of his face as you held his gaze, his head lifting and his eyes holding concern at your prolonged pause. 
his hands moving to cradle your face and tilting it from side to side, searching for any wounds or injuries before his eyes landed on your new piercing. 
“someone managed to elbow it during the night, but i’m fine promise”
you tried assuring him, smiling softly up at him. his thumbs soothing once over your cheeks before he was resting his forehead against yours, voice a tired murmur as he replied. 
“i’ll have a word with them, was probably Remus, y’know how he gets. restless bugger”
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requests are open here !
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bisclavret · 3 days ago
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#the fact that there was a merwaine one night stand joke in gwaine’s introductory episode should have been enough of a warning.#(plus merlin staring at gwaine laying naked in his bed… there was no other reason besides the obvious. sorry.)#but who could have ever anticipated the fondly exasperated head shake and smile gwaine gives merlin when he says ‘not arthur’ ????#you also gotta note how merlin stares at gwaine throughout the lamia episode. how he treats gwaine differently from all the other knights.#i still need to post my analysis of their relationship in that episode because it actually goes so wild.#but when merlin and gwen are discussing the knights’ behavior after gwaine and leon fight… merlin is just *watching* gwaine wrap a blanket#around lamia’s shoulders… it’s all gwaine specifically in that scene. and the way merlin is watching is both protective and jealous at once…#the way merlin appeals to leon and percival— and the way he reacts to their violent bespeckled outbursts — is also completely different from#BESPELLED* not bespeckled. good lord#his appeal/reaction when it’s gwaine… that episode demonstrates so perfectly just how much merlin trusts gwaine#and when merlin can’t break through to gwaine#even though gwaine is — at that point — the least violent of the knights#gwaine is the only one that merlin breaks eye contact with. like he can’t stand it when it’s gwaine even though he took it from the others
#it’s the fact that this happens when just the episode prior gwaine was the only knight merlin could trust to help him when gaius was accused#the fact that merlin trusts gwaine to accompany him to the valley of the fallen kings because he *knows* he can trust gwaine #‘I stepped in to protect merlin’ - ‘he was like a man possessed’#anyways onto the important stuff: ‘but he told you who gwaine’s in love with’ implies that both elyan and arthur know that gwaine’s down bad#and for *whom*
#and i’ll tell ya what. whoever it is… gwaine doesn’t think it’ll ever happen. he goes and sleeps w/ a random girl he just met in 5x12#because that *can* happen. and he doesn’t get to have that. he’s made to choose between that and merlin’s word. he chooses merlin.#when he treats merlin and eira the same — ‘was that your only reason for rescuing her (from specifically saxons)?’#[one minutes later] ‘…thank you (for saving me from specifically saxons)’#there’s so much going on with them… too much for the few episodes that allow them to be#and with that i shall conclude: gwaine thinks that merlin is pushing him away. he doesn’t realize that *he’s* the one pushing *merlin* away.#with every implication that magic is ~dangerous~ merlin puts a little more distance between them lest his heart be broken#the core reason that merlin does not tell gwaine is because he doesn’t want to lose what he has with him!#and that just so happens to be the same reason gwaine doesn’t tell merlin how he feels :)
by god it's @sneakyboymerlin with the STEEL CHAIR MERWAINE RELATIONSHIP TIMELINE
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i don't mean to alarm anyone but i think sir gwaine might be having an illicit love affair with the king's manservant
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xoxochb · 3 days ago
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— about anything ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.
★ - “wanna listen to the sound of you blinking wanna listen to your hands soothe listen to your heart beating listen to the way you move”
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warnings: this is really short pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite a/n: this is entirely random but I wanted to write something simple today :)
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for once, the hermes cabin was utterly silent. you had left your cabin early this morning because you’re siblings believed it was acceptable to spray loads of perfume at ten in the morning while you still slept. so, you had taken it upon yourself to leave cabin ten and spend the day in your boyfriends cabin. however, he was absent, you assume because he had counselor duties to attend to this morning unfortunately. so you waited. with your cup of coffee and your jane austen novel, you cozy yourself atop his bed, wrapping the blankets around your frame to shield your skin from the cold air-conditioning of the cabin. for two hours you had waited in silence, all the other hermes children had left for reasons you would guess were their own duties to attend to, so the cabin had been left to just you
bored, you close your book and let your head fall onto the pillow, and as you were ready to fall into slumber you hear the cabin door open. you allow your eyes to flutter open to see who had entered, and lucky you, your eye catches your favorite mop of dark curls progressively getting closer. you smile widely and sit up as luke takes a seat beside you on his bed
“hey. did I wake you?” he asks silently to preserve the quiet tone of the moment
you shake your head slowly, letting yourself fall back into the bed. “no, I just laid down”
luke murmurs a gentle ‘oh’ before laying down alongside you underneath the blankets. both, similarly, you wrap your arms around each other finding instant solace in the serene situation. you pull his head to your chest, his ear right over your beating heart
“what were you up to today?” you whisper. before responding, luke snakes a hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your skin
“training… more training…”
you nod understandingly and stop yourself from continuing the conversation. you knew that his training was draining and had made the consecutive decision to let him rest. but— he whispers a silent plead for you to speak about your day until his eyes close shut
“I didn’t do much, I just kind of… read a lot. when I left my cabin this morning it smelt like perfume, I got a migraine so I came here hoping you hadn’t left but you were gone so… I took a small nap and I woke up feeling fine then I read emma for a bit and I had my coffee because you know me and my coffee addiction. then I was going to take a second nap while I waited for you but then you came in— so that was really my whole day”
luke hums in response, presumably on the verge of falling asleep from your honey-sweet voice
“that sounds nice. besides the migraine”
“definitely,” yoy laugh lightly, twirling your fingers through his hair to lull him to sleep at last “now rest. I’ll be here when you wake up”
you feel him smile upon your skin. “I won’t fight with you on that”
and he surely did not, moments later obeying your instructions
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livelaughloveluffy · 2 days ago
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comfort - roronoa zoro
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a/n: i for sure need these headcannons so bad at the moment😭😭 luckily, i should be starting some antidepressants soon!! i'm a bit nervous about it but it's definitely worth the shot, since i have tried literally everything else 😭 anywho, only the fluffiest fluff for now 😭😭😭😭 its all my heart can take
nothing but fluff here 💗
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when he comforts you:
-the green haired swordsman was the type of man to notice something was up before you ever had the chance to say anything about it. while he may not seem like it, he always has his eye on you.. he notices the slightest shifts in your mood, body language, the way you speak, the glimmer in your eyes, he'd never come out and say that.. but he shows up in smaller ways
-he'll spend a lot more time with you. invite you to watch him work out or drink with him under the stars, just making himself more present in your life, he'll never let you really be alone, unless you asked him for that.
-you may have to initiate it.. but the second you looked at zoro with teary eyes asking "can you just hold me for a second?" he'll grab you and pull you into his arms so fast... and he's not letting go anytime soon. his tight muscles enveloping your body, the rhythmic sound of his heart beating against your cheek is a sense of calm you can't experience with anyone other than him... it isn't until you lightly slap his arm with gentle giggles saying "okay.. zo, i can't breathe when you're holding me this tight.." that he loosens his grip on you (the absolute tiniest bit)
-the swordsman isn't the chattiest when it comes to talking through problems, but if you want advice, his straightforward and blunt outlook is surprisingly more helpful than you anticipate at times. zoro doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to his advice, so he'll only tell you if you really want to/are ready to hear it.
-you'll catch him staring at you more often than usual. this man always keeps an eye on you. it's his silent check in.. his casual way of asking "you doing okay?"
-when you're sick, injured, or on your period: while he is mr tough guy ™️, he does not play around with you and your health. he'll grumble and pout when you aren't resting. his typical methods of forcing you to rest (but also still make you feel useful) is to have you lay on his back while he does push ups or dragging you to take naps with him. he doesn't outwardly express his worry but you'll find yourself waking up from naps with his watchful gaze on your face, his brows slightly furrowed, his gruff voice asking "did ya sleep okay? were you comfortable?" and he'll only relax when you reply with your typical soft sleepy smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, whispering "yeah.. im okay... since you're here with me."
when he needs comforting:
-again, zoro isn't the chattiest guy in the world..so you can tell he needs you when he wordlessly pulls you close to him, burying your face into his chiseled chest, his rapid heartbeat sounding off in your ear, one hand tangled into your hair holding you head close to his heart, the other tightly gripped around your waist. the rugged soft murmur in your ear asking "can we stay like this for a bit?"
-one of his favorite ways to unwind is up in the crows nest with a bottle (or ten) of sake, with you by his side. resting your head on his shoulder as you both stargaze with the ambience of the crashing waves beneath you
-the swordsman also loves to throw himself deeper into his training as a distraction.. so he's absolutely thrilled when you one day approach him asking for help improving your fighting techniques and combat maneuvering.. be prepared to work hard though.. he'll train you until the sun goes down, eventually all his worries washing away when he sees the smile of satisfaction on your tired face after finally perfecting what he taught you.
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a/n: getting to write this with the soft patters of rain outside my window healed a part of my soul 😭😭 this is truly the quickest and easiest time i've had writing for zoro so hopefully that streak continues 😭😭😭
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hhughes · 1 day ago
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៹࣪ ៸៸ CLINGY . . . ꒱꒱
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🍵 (blurb)— trevor tries to convince you to skip your morning workout and stay in bed with him
𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. gf!reader x trevor zegras. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. domesticity. suggestive content. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. miss writing for my guy trev. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3
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You sigh watching the coffee slowly pour into your cup. You desperately needed the caffeine after getting up this early. It was 7am on a Saturday and you wanted nothing more than to get back in bed and sleep in 'til noon, but you couldn't. You and Trevor were attending a friend's birthday lunch that would probably go until late afternoon, and if you didn't go to the gym now, you wouldn't have time to go at all.
Usually you wouldn't be opposed to just skipping a gym session, especially if you had plans but you had already skipped 2 days this week and you didn't want to skip another. A creak in the door made you turn your head towards the left where a very sleepy Trevor was shuffling his way over to you, yawning and hair sticking in every direction.
The sight made you giggle slightly and you turned your attention back to the coffee, noticing the cup was filled. You put the lid on your cup, just as your boyfriend's arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you against him tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up baby," you say, genuinely feeling bad, knowing the start of the season is always an adjustment and he needed his rest.
"come back to bed" he mumbles against your skin, his soft breaths and ends of his hair tickling you slightly.
"I can't. I have to go to the gym" you say, ignoring his hmm of protest, trying to grab your cup in front of you but Trevor was faster and snatched the cup, holding it above his head before you could take it.
You turn around glancing up at the cup that you couldn't reach and gave your boyfriend a deadpan stare. "Really? You're so immature Trev." you say slightly annoyed and he grins. You are so hot when you are mad.
"Babe, you have the hottest body I've ever seen. You don't need to go to the gym." he says, voice slightly groggy since he hasn't been up that long. He was still holding the cup above his head even though you hadn't made an attempt to grab it.
"It's not about how I look. It's about being active. Sometimes I barely get my 10k steps in a day, not all of us play a sport for a living, remember?" you ask but he's not really paying attention, taking a sip of your coffee and immediately scrunching his nose up. He knows you don't take any sugar, but he still drinks it every time, thinking it's gonna taste differently.
"There's other ways you can be active. So many other ways. Come back to bed and I'll show you." he says putting the cup on the counter, hands falling to your hips and pulling you closer to him.
"You're insufferable." you protest, voice fading a little when he starts laying little kisses on your collarbone.
"Come on. I'll make it worth it. I promise you'll burn more calories with me than you will in the gym and you'll have so much more fun doing it." he whispers, his hands sliding down to grab your ass.
You bite your lip, thinking about it for a second before pulling his head down to meet yours in a kiss. He picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you back to bed. It's not like you weren't active at all, right?
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localkiss · 3 days ago
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MY DADDY'S LOLLIPOP ♡
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pairings: james sunderland x fem!reader
synopsis: You've been acting up ever since he got home, snuggling against him in the wrong way, watching a scary movie. And he decides that enough is enough, beginning to put you in your place. Teach you how to be a good girl again.
cw: MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, SLIGHT OOC JAMES, nipple play, unprotected p in v, creampies, oral (m receiving), guilt, mentions of mary, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink, desperation, virginity loss, slight body worship, slight somno, pet names, manhandling, pregnancy kink, praise/degradation kink. lmk if i missed anything.
wc: 4.8k
masterlist & my ao3
thank you @bunnyclaire for proof reading <3! tags: @gettingsilly @withonly-sweetheart not sure who else 2 tag... also forgive me if there are some errors, fixing it in ao3 and then pasting it here is ass. </3
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You hum your way around the house, clad in a nightgown and your underwear. It's too bad your dad couldn't make it back in time to start a binge fest of scary movies. It's not fun when you watch them alone, but you decide to do so anyway. 
  Picking out Scream, you push play. Snuggling up into your warm and thick blankets on the couch. With your snacks on your lap and your drink on the coffee table, you are all set! 
  Since you rewatch the same movies every year, you know the plot like the back of your hand. Even though you know it so well, you still jump at the scary parts and your heart thumps wildly. If your dad was here, he wouldn't stop teasing you for every little jump. 
  As the night goes on, you begin to nod off. With your hand in your bucket of candy and your head tipped back a fluffy pillow. You made it through at least three movies before getting too tired to continue the binge of movies. Groaning, you shift in your sleep. 
  The loud buzzing of your cell phone on the coffee table immediately wakes you up. Your heart leaps out of your chest as you frantically locate the source of the noise. The house is quiet and dark, except for the few noises from the fridge in the kitchen. Picking up your phone, you see it's your dad. 
  “Mm.. dad!” You croak out, rubbing your eyes. 
  “Hey honey. Just wanted to let you know I'll be home soon, okay? Make sure the front door is locked. Are you having fun watching the movies?” 
  Humming, you set the bowl of candy down on the table as you pad your way to the door. Double checking if you locked it or not. “I already locked it dad. I fell asleep watching one of them, it's just not the same without you. Hurry back,” you whine into the phone. 
  James sighs deeply, “Okay. See you soon.” He hangs up and you turn to flip the switch so there's light in the living room. Making you squint your eyes to see for a few moments. 
  Cozying back up in your spot, you put on The Nightmare Before Christmas. Perfect movie to fall asleep to. Pulling your blankets up over your shoulders, you begin to munch on your candy. 
  This time, you set down the candy as you feel yourself getting tired. Yawning, you snuggle your face into your pillow. Allowing your eyelids to droop and get heavy. The TV slowly begins to muffle out into background noise. 
  It doesn't even wake you up when your dad finally gets home thirty minutes later. Opening the door and finding you curled up, with the movie playing at a low volume. James sets down his bag on the table after locking the door and kicking his shoes off.
  Humming as he shuts the TV off, picking your body up carefully, with your blanket still wrapped around you. He pushes your door open and sets you down on your soft mattress. Adorned with the few stuffed animals he bought you or won for you. 
  Grunting, he begins to tuck you in. Quickly going back to grab your pillow and place it under your head. As soon as he deems you comfortable enough, he begins to walk away. 
  “Daddy…” 
  But you sleepily grab onto his arm, tugging him back to lay with you. You know, you're getting too old for your dad to hold you until you fall asleep, but that doesn't mean James won't not do it. Especially when you are trying to keep yourself awake for his sake. 
  “Sweetheart,” he starts, climbing into your bed behind you with a grunt. “I'm sorry for not being here with you on time. Forgive me, okay?” He presses a chaste kiss to your hairline and you nod a few times. 
  “Good.” James wraps his arms around you loosely. 
  Feeling the warmth of his chest press against your back just makes you melt. Nobody will ever top your dad. He's always going to be the best. 
  And you immediately knock out. He doesn't leave just yet, knowing that sometimes when he leaves, you wake back up. So, a lot of the times he ends up falling asleep next to you too. Resting his forehead against your shoulder. The rise and fall of your breaths and the soft mumbles lulls him to bed. 
  His arms instinctively flex and tighten around your middle, drawing you closer to him. It's the days like these where your mom's death gets to him. That damn disease taking her away from you both. Your dad pretends he's alright, that her death didn't take away from his life. Didn't take away the little joy of simply being there, alive, and able-bodied. 
  It doesn't help that you have the same sad eyes as your mother. Oh, no. Not one bit. Does it bother him? A little, but deep inside it festers into something else. Enjoying the fact you are becoming more like his late wife than a different person. Your own person. He just pushes those thoughts away because you are his baby girl. Not his dead wife. 
  Really gets him going sometimes when he sees you dress up all pretty in those skirts. Showing off your legs with your pantyhose and thigh high socks. Sometimes those skirts are a bit too short for him to feel comfortable with you being out and about in them. 
  He can't police you on what to wear and not to wear. What does he know about fashion? Nothing. Has worn the same MG65 Field Jacket for years. As long as it doesn't have holes in ‘em, he'll wear them to death. 
  Especially when you ask nicely for him to take you out to the mall or to simply go on a walk with you. Who goes on walks dressed like that? You do. 
  It doesn't click in his mind on why you choose those shoes when you know you've gotta walk a lot. Thinks they're cute anyways, blisters aside when you start bawling about your feet hurting. So, yes , daddy does carry his little girl around when she needs him to. And yes, you are spoiled. Probably a bit too much if you ask anyone else. 
  Hours later, you groan, stretching your body. Feeling your dad's body right up against you. Blinking, you squint, looking around the room. It's still dark out, drawing a large exhale out of you. Maybe you can start up the movie marathon with him again. 
  Turning around, you begin to shake your dad awake. “Dad, wake up. Wake up…” you grumble, hearing him breathe heavily like he's about to wake up.
  “Daddy, wake up!” Raising your voice and pushing him to lie down on his back. Climbing over his lap and sitting down, beginning to shake him with more force. All of that motion causes you to sort of bounce against his lap. 
  James's eyes open slightly, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. “Hmm.. baby? What's wrong?” Blinking and furrowing his eyebrows to see you. Breathing heavily as his body fully wakes up. 
  “Let's go watch our movies, please?” Holding yourself up by placing your hands on his chest. 
  His hands squeeze your hips as he opens and closes his mouth, thinking of what to say. All he can think about is how this sight of you sitting on his lap like this, makes his cock start to harden. The weight of your body, the feeling of your shapely ass and your flesh, it's all so stimulating. 
  Groaning, he closes his eyes. The fat of your hips and the way his fingers sink into you, makes him imagine you bouncing on his cock. Him holding and helping you keep steady as you work yourself on him. Crying out for daddy as you cream around his girth. 
  “Okay.. okay.” He nods quickly. 
  Leaning down, you kiss his cheek with a giggle. “Let's go!” Getting off of him and running out of your room, into the living room. The sound of your bare feet hitting the hardwood echoes throughout the house. 
  James gets up, “I'll be right there honey. Let me change into something more comfortable.” Walking over to his room, closing the door and stripping down. Throwing his clothes into the laundry basket, he opens the door to his walk-in closet. Stepping into his plaid pajama pants and tugging on a random shirt. 
  Sighing, he looks down at his little friend. “Oh for god's sake,” shifting it around so it isn't visible anymore. Praying it goes away soon. It would be so embarrassing for you to notice it and put two and two together. 
  He isn't ready to tackle that kind of stuff yet. James walks out of his room and makes his way to where you are at. Finding you all curled up and putting another classic movie on. 
  “Are you cold honey? I can go and get your blanket and we can share it, if you want.” 
  “I'm okay. I can just cuddle up to you,” giggling, patting the cushion behind you. “Come sit here.” 
  James slips behind you, trying to keep some distance between your ass and his naughty not-so-little friend down there. While watching the movie, his arms swoop around you as you slouch against his chest. Feeling you jump at the sudden noises, he has to stifle his laugh. So cute, he thinks. 
  Towards the end of the movie, you wiggle to be snug against his chest. The warmth transferring to your back. Sitting up and repositioning your head to be comfy. Holding onto his left arm, feeling the bit of muscle he has. 
  He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. And the movie ends, you scramble to switch to a different movie. Feeling your ass touching his groin, so.. so.. sooo snugly. Looking down, he watches the way his cock kicks against the confines of his pajama pants, begging to be freed. Sweat begins to form on his scalp, beading soft droplets around his hairline. It's okay, it's okay James.. just—just relax. He sighs, placing his hand on your knee, the other one still wrapped around your waist. 
  Your skin runs hot and tingly as soon as your dad’s hand is on your knee. Wanting to squeeze your legs shut, feeling your cunt throb and ache. Remembering the times you have accidentally seen him touching himself. How he spat on it, just to tug it faster. The soft moans and groans he let out, being careful not to draw your attention with the volume. At that point, you started to tiptoe back to your room to finger yourself. Covering your mouth with your free hand, as humiliation flooded your veins. 
  But, you keep still, knowing and feeling his hard-on against your back. Wanting to appear as innocent as possible, as you make him horny. You push back, wiggling like you are resituating yourself. Grinding, catching the way his hands and arms flex, inciting a smirk out of you. Halting your movements, you turn your head, pressing your lips against his cheek, near the corner of  his lips. 
  And he dips down and kisses your temple. You titter and lower your chin to your collarbones, feeling his fingers start creeping their way towards your side. Knowing he’s about to start tickling you. 
  The movie is simple background noise, drowning out the creaks of the house. He laughs behind you, warm breath tickling your ear. Then, his hands start attacking your ribs and armpit, erupting a guffaw. 
  “Dad, stopp!” Squirming, you push down, trying to get away from his hands and eventually your head lays right next to his bulge. Kicking your feet, you fail to get his hands off of you. Laughing so hard, your cheeks are stained a cherry tomato red, and you're beginning to sweat. 
  Without even thinking about it, you turn and press your face just a few centimeters away from his no-no zone. Just wanting to hide yourself away from his tickling fingers. His hips jumped up a centimeter or two. A puff of warm air exhales from your mouth has James hissing faintly. 
  Hearing him react to where your face is located, you smile mischievously. Deciding to take it up a notch, see how he acts. Relocating yourself on his stiff member, nuzzling into it.
  “What is this, dad?” Your voice is muffled, vibrating against him. “Is it candy?” Soft and innocent as you can be. 
  “Oh,” he twitches against you, “uh… it-it’s nothing special, honey.”
  “You're lying, I know you're hiding candy away from me dad! I want to see what kind it is,” you shift onto your haunches, furrowing your eyebrows and pursing your lips. Grabbing the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugging it down impatiently. Cunt throbbing and leaking slick into the gussets of your panties. 
  And his dick springs out, standing straight to your attention. Before you could do anything, James grabs your hands and yanks you over his leg as he situates himself to sit up properly. Feet laying flat against the floor. 
  Without a warning, he hikes up your nightgown and gropes your backside. Pulling a cheek and spreading you open, just to let it go and smack your ass. Squealing, you writhe on his lap, feeling tears start to flood your eyesight. 
  “Bad girl,” he scolds you, “I don't remember teaching you how to be a slut. But since you want to see it so bad, I'll teach you how to be a good girl again. Spank you over and over again until you've learned your lesson.” His rough hands hit against each cheek until you are full on sobbing. 
  “Got that, baby?” James rubs his hands across, soothing your sensitive and raw skin. Welts of his hand prints are all across them, making him bite his lip at the sight. “Say, ‘yes daddy' .”
  “Mm.. y-yes daddy,” you whimper out. 
  “Good girl, now get on your knees and take that nightgown off, sweetheart.” Patting the back of your thighs as a signal. 
  You pry yourself off of him, legs wobbly as you stand between his legs, sliding off your nightgown, leaving you in your red cotton panties. Holding onto him as you get on your knees. Looking up at your dad, with a pink tear stained face. 
  Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “Such a good girl,” he hums, stroking your hair. “Now open that filthy mouth for me.” 
  Opening your mouth, staring into his clouded eyes, waiting for your next command. Hands on his thighs, trying not to look down at his lap. 
  “Now, baby, daddy's going to feed you what you thought was candy. Okay?” His right hand pulling away from your head and giving his cock a few strokes. Watching you nod and blink slowly at him. Slowly, he guides his tip into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your hot, wet mouth on him. 
  “Suck on it like a lollipop,” James’s left hand gently holds your hair back. “Yeah.. just like that, princess. Just like that.” Loving the way you suckle on the tip, going down with a slow pace. 
  You close your eyes, the weight of his fat dick is heavy on your tongue. Heavy, but perfect. The taste is salty and bitter, with a hint of sourness. Moaning around his girth at the praise, you decide to try and take him deeper. Wanting—no—needing to hear your dad praise you in that sweet tone. Nails digging into his plaid pajama pants, you gag loudly, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Jerking your head back to cough and catch your breath.
  “Good job baby, daddy's so proud of you. Who knew you could take it like a champ?” Tugging your hair back to make you look at him, he ravages your lips, sliding his tongue into your wet cavern. Kissing you until your lips are swollen. With each and every whine, his manhood twitches. 
  He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about Mary at a time like this, but god, your lips felt the exact same as his wife’s. Shouldn’t even be comparing you to your mom. If anything, it makes the dark, fucked up part of his mind have the need to ruin you in a way a daddy mustn't do to his offspring. You are his daughter, he knows he would treat you better than any other guy would. You are his princess, the apple of his eye, his whole world that he is clutching onto with every fiber of his being. 
  Your hands grab onto his shoulders, arching your back and pressing yourself towards him and the cushions. “Dad,” you swallow down his spit, heaving after an intense make out session. “Please touch me daddy, please.” Saliva dripping down to your chin, mixed in with his precum, and blown out “fuck me” eyes are currently being ingrained into James’s psyche. 
  Groaning, his hands being to traverse over your chest, taking his time to truly admire you. Eyeing you up and down, he mumbles praises, as his eyebrows pinch upwards slightly. “Stand up for me,” giving your tit a squeeze, his eyes following the movements of your body. Resting at your waist, he plants kisses across your sternum. Teasing you into thinking that he’s going to immediately latch onto your nipples. 
  “Where do you want my hands honey? Show daddy where you need him the most.” Making his way to your breast, deliberately avoiding your areolas. Worrying your skin as he flickers his gaze from your face, down to your chest. 
  Grasping him, leading them towards your underwear. “Right here daddy,” your voice is soft and airy, giving the illusion that you are innocent. When in fact, you are the complete opposite of it. It's sort of like a roleplaying thing for you.
  James finally starts to lick and suckle on your stiff peak, switching between the two until they are puffy and red. Dancing around the waistband, groaning when you tug on his hair. “So impatient, baby,” he grips the fat of your hips, moving you closer to him. “Sit on daddy's lap.” 
  You do as he says. The wet, lukewarm saliva and cum mixture paints an inch or two of your skin. Shivering as his breath fans over your sensitive and wet nipples. Perching like a pretty princess on his lap, holding onto daddy to seek comfort. To retain all of his love, care, and attention. 
  Swiveling your hips down, wanting so badly to reach in-between the space of your bodies, and lay his cock down. “Dad,” you gulped, “touch me please. Please, please, please—” Trailing off into a mewl. Eyes fluttering into his tired green eyes. 
  Your dad's thumb presses against your mound, before cupping it. Letting out a low moan at how wet you are. Just for him. Because of him. And that inflates his ego and makes his heart swell up with pride. Mary never let him do anything like this to her. Only wanting to make love, slow and soft. 
  His middle finger presses against your slit, spreading your lips with the fabric. Taking in how chubby your pussy is. Pulling the waistband up, forming an exaggerated camel toe. “You like how I'm touching you, hm?” 
  Whining, you rock your hips down once his hand returns to it's spot. Looking down at what he's doing to your cunt, makes you clench down on nothing. James's tired, glossed over eyes flicker back and forth from your face and to his hand. His other one is holding you up, splayed across your lower back. 
  “So pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, leaving kisses where your ribcage is splitting into two. Sighing, he slips the damp fabric to the side and leans back. Biting his lip once he sees the clear strings of slick connecting you to the garment. The sight of your naked body over his lap, wet for him, is what really snaps this into reality for him. 
  Bashfulness is painted all over you as your thighs quiver against your dad's. Making yourself smaller and begin to cover up from instinct. James doesn't stop you as he presses his thumb to your wet folds, groaning and bucking up, drawing a gasp from you. Rubbing circles into your clit with ease, adding pressure with each swipe. 
  “Mmph, dad, daddy, daddy, dad! Oh please…” 
  Hearing your whines and moans bouncing off the walls and into his ears, makes it feel like it's a song. A song only he can hear and play. With the instrument being your body. 
  “You ready?” James pats your glistening lips softly. The squelching fills the silence as you reel your mind back into place. 
  “Yes, yes, yes, ‘m ready,” you dip down and press your lips frantically upon his own. Slipping your tongue in and basking in the fuzzy, warm feeling. Letting go of your embarrassment, you tangle your fingers into his hair. Hips twitching forward as he notches the blushing head against your opening. Easing you into the feeling of something bigger than your fingers entering you. 
  Suckling on your tongue, he gently pushes you down on him. Not wanting to hurt you and make you cry out like that. If you're going to be crying, it better be because daddy's making you feel real good. “You okay? Does it hurt, baby?” He's massaging your hips, trembling with desperation. Absolutely needing to pound that tight hole into the ground. 
  Your mouth is open in a silent moan, tugging on the strands that  are in his scalp. “Mhm.. hurts a little bit,” grinding down, taking more in at your pace. Until he's nestled deep into your wet pussy, grazing the womb. Jumping at the sensitivity. 
  Shallowly, James thrusts up into you. Placing his forehead on your collarbones. Groaning out sweet little praises, telling you how brave you are for taking his dick. Anything and everything coming out of his mouth, with the thought of what sounds the dirtiest and loving things to say. The need of fulfilling your expectations of how good and how sexy it all is. 
  He hasn't had sex in awhile, the only thing he remembers is his fist. But that doesn't even compare to you, at all. And you begin to chase the fullness he provides you. Humping down into his thighs, pussy so wet it's running down to his balls. 
  “Such a good girl,” he moans, all breathy. Leaving your hips to play with your chest. Tweaking your puffy nipples and squeezing the fat of them, before he puts his mouth into play. “Taking daddy so deep, making a whole mess out of yourself. Right?”
  Keening, you push your chest further into his face. His other hand that isn't preoccupied goes down to the swell of your ass and slaps it. Pulling away and pressing his thumb down on your clit. Feeling you flutter around his girth and watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. 
  “Dad, please—more!” Bumping your nose into his forehead, breath all hot and fanning across his skin. Adding more sweat and tension to the palpitating air. Your panties sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Creating an absolute puddle on his lap. Drenching his pajama pants with your arousal. 
  Being greedy in the way he is treating you with such care and love, digging your nails deep into his shirt. Bouncing up and down like you own his cock. Like a slutty little porn star making incest videos. If you were to post it on there, nobody would bat an eye, thinking you are lovers or co-stars. 
  “Shit, baby,” he grunts, pulling you down and making you take it. Keeping the pace he wants to go at. Sloppy and irregular, threatening to spill deep inside of you. “Can I cum inside of you please? Let daddy fill you up, please honey.” Whining at how sensitive he is becoming. He isn’t as energetic as he used to be. Can’t last too long.
  “Yes, yes, yes!” Opening your eyes straight away, you gape into his eyes. Moaning into his mouth, squeezing him tighter than ever before. The stuttering of his thrusts and his thumb rubbing your clit so diligently, pulls you over the edge. Soon after, James follows suit, pumping you to the brim as you ride out your orgasm. 
  “Daddy!” You scream out, holding onto him for dear life. Creaming all around him, squeezing his fat dick for all he's worth.
  “So beautiful,” groping your thighs as you tremble atop. Clinging to daddy as always. “Sweetheart, hold on. If you give me a few minutes, we… we can keep going.” Pressing soft kisses on your cheekbones, dragging his tongue down to that soft spot. The one where you squeal and get extremely ticklish. Adoring how your heartbeat rises up dramatically when he sucks on it like a Werther’s Original.
  And you stay nestled on his softening cock, rope after rope of his spend shooting up into your womb. Feeling so stuffed, you're sure your belly is protruding just a bit. The milky liquid bubbling out of you and pooling on his pelvis.
  “Dad,” you whimper, rolling your hips down. “Are you going to marry me when I get pregnant?” Tucking your face underneath his jaw. The jumps of his manhood and his hips as you ask that question, forces soft noises to exhale from your throat. 
  Petting your hips, he groans lowly into your ear. “I- I don’t know, hun.” Digging his nails harder into your skin, too pussy whipped to even be in the correct state of mind. “Would you want me to?” Whispering against your neck, sucking small hickeys to ease the sensitivity of you wiggling around on his length. 
  “Uhuh, want to stay with daddy forever,” mindlessly bouncing, ignoring the whimpers coming out of his puffy kissed bruised lips. “Please? Want you s’bad dad, pump me so full that I can’t walk.” And it’s flooding his mind of you swollen with his babies, being the perfect mommy as he spoils you with love and attention. Taking care of your every need, carrying you around because his baby girl deserves it. He deserves to have a proper wife, proper family. A wife who won’t catch a damn disease. 
  The squeezing of your gummy walls, is wringing another orgasm out of him. In a flash, he pounces on you, pushing you flat on the cushions. Folding you in half as he begins to fuck you harder and faster than before. Plap, plap, plap, his balls hitting your ass as you begin to claw at him. 
  Ignoring your cries, he humps you with the intention of fulfilling his fantasy. One that Mary could never begin to achieve. Breath coming out fast, gusting across you. Keeping his hands underneath your knees, pinning you down with his weight. Eyes trained on the faces you’re making, his pelvis making contact with your clit, so perfectly. “Y’gonna take all of dad’s cum? Yeah?” Edging you on, moaning into the kiss he drives. All teeth and spit. 
  Messy enough to coerce another toe curling orgasm, but this time it’s slow and syrupy. Leaving you cockdrunk and pliable to his every need and want. Your thighs squish against his neck, creaming so much it’s forming a ring at the base of his cock. Cunt too tight, about to cut the blood flow, causing him to feel lightheaded. 
  Being a babbly cutie beneath him, he whispers out some “Yeah?”, “You like that?”, “That right, baby?”. Watching you come to tears, sobbing for daddy. Head dangling around identical to the way a lasso whips around, no thought behind those eyes. Closing his eyes tightly to hold onto the pleasure he is receiving from your wet pussy. Already addicted to it, deciding he’s going to make some father-daughter time happen every single day. Take you out shopping, just to pound you in the dressing room. Buying all the clothes that he humped you in. 
  “Ohh… I’m going to cum,” he growls, his hips faltering. “Mhmm… god, I’m cumming in my daughter’s wet hole. Fuck, Mary forgive me, please.” Trailing off into a high pitched mewl, dropping down on you. Gently fucking his cum deeper into that womb, painting your insides white. 
  As it starts drooling out, he stays put. All that exercise really winded him out. “Honey, dad really loves you.” Planting sweaty kisses across your cheeks. Faintly hearing a response back. “Let’s go to sleep. Can’t have you sleeping out here, daddy will keep you warm all night long in his bed.” 
  Leaning back on his haunches, he pulls out. Fluttering cunt oozing out his spend, sheer white plastered everywhere in your nether region. His chest swells up with satisfaction, knowing that he was the first and last one to dump his load into that needy cunt. Picking you up and making his way to the master bedroom. 
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yoyomomiko · 3 days ago
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AAAA we seriously need more Daisuke x reader fics (|||´��`)
May i request something fluffy for the boy? (-ε- )
Drift to Sleep
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Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader (gender isn't mentioned)
Summary: You've been having trouble sleeping properly, maybe your boyfriend will help out with that.
Warnings: a bit cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
(A/N): I'm sorry this is so short!!😔 Btw just to throw this out here I wish Jimbo didn't exist. -> m.list
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You dragged your feet on the ground, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes as best as you could. Your eyelids drooped down, threatening to shut completely over your eyes and lead you to sleep.
You can't remember the last time you've had proper sleep ever since you stepped foot on the Tulpar. You've had trouble staying awake, yet you couldn't even take a nap.
You don't understand why you can't sleep for more than two hours. Seriously, you keep waking up in the middle of the night, either by nightmares or simply because fate has other plans for you.
At least you had Daisuke.
The way his smile would click something in your brain and instantly power you on, matching his energy. He could easily brighten up your day, even when you felt dull.
"Good morning!" Daisuke beamed, immediately grinning as he saw you entered the room.
"Morning..." You muttered, forcing yourself to smile back, barely managing.
"Not 'good'?" He tilted his head to the side, noticing your tired expression.
"If it was good I would be sleeping." You mumbled in a flat tone, taking a seat next to him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, genuinely concerned at the way you were so drained out.
"It's hard to sleep... I don't know why or how, I just can't." You explained, furrowing your brows. "I'm tired, but I just can't..." You added, gazing in front of you as you zoned out.
Daisuke only gave a head nod in response, smile faltering for a bit. He didn't like seeing you in such a state, he just had to figure out how to make you feel better.
"Maybe you can get Anya to check on you." He suggested, gently wrapping an arm around your waist loosely to keep you closer to him.
"It's not worth it... I'll just waste her time." You replied, closing your eyes but to no avail. You knew you had work to do, had to force yourself to stand up and do your chores. It was just so hard...
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You turned in your bed from side to side, forcing your eyes closed as you tried to control your breath and count sheep, hoping that you'd fall asleep that way.
You tried every sleeping method you could think of, but none of them have worked so far. You figured out you could just give up and walk circles around your room to exhaust yourself even more.
Just then, you heard a soft click, and then a creak coming from the door. Light came in through the crack, revealing Daisuke's smiling face.
"Daisuke? What's wrong?" You asked in a hushed tone, sitting up on your elbows to look at him. You squinted your eyes due to the blinding light as Daisuke made his way into your room and shut the door silently.
"I can't sleep either." He shrugged with a big, dorky grin on his lips. He started walking towards you with light steps, just so that he's not being too loud to alert any other crew member.
"So... Why not try to fall asleep together?" He suggested, silently making his way over in your bed as it shifted under his weight.
You chuckled at him, watching as he layed down with open arms, waiting for you to throw yourself into him so he can cuddle with you.
You shook your head, pulling the blanket over the two of you as you placed your head on his chest, throwing one of your legs over him as his arm wrapped loosely around you.
His body was so warm, the embrace you two were in felt heavenly, and you certainly didn't want to pull away from it.
You felt your eyes close themselves, feeling Daisuke's chest rise up and down from his soft breathing.
You could hear the way his heartbeat was increasing, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back while you were slowly drifting to sleep under his touch.
If you knew it was this easy, you would've done this from the start.
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revelboo · 3 days ago
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I love your writing, do you think youll ever want to write for ratchet or bee again?
They’re both on my list to update along with TFP Soundwave!
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The Weakends Pt 7
TFP Ratchet x Reader
• Sterilizing tools and putting them away, it’s the silence that snares him. Glancing over, he vents as he realizes you’re slumped over in an exhausted sleep against a container, arms and cheek still wet with energon. And he wonders if he’s asking too much of you, more than you can give. Not Cybertronian, but still willing to help without being asked. You hadn’t uttered a single complaint during the chaos, moving almost like you could read his mind, scrambling where he needs your little hands before he can give the order. Now in the lull after, his servos are trembling again and he hates it. He’s only one mech and there’s so many lives counting on him. If it hadn’t just been Bumblebee critically injured, he wouldn’t have been enough. He’s lost companions before, but there’s so few of them now and he can’t fail any of them. Dropping a tool when the shaking gets worse and swearing in Cybertronian, he hates this weakness. “When’s the last time you took a break, doc?” Glancing over at the husky question and that stupid nickname Wheeljack had bestowed upon him, he realizes the noise woke you and you’re staring at him. “And I mean longer than an hour or so.”
• Fully expecting him to get angry or indignant again at your question, you lay your cheek on an outstretched arm and just wait for the outburst. For him to go right back to the gruff medic act and insist he’s fine. Instead he runs a big hand over his helm, head tipping back. When he finally looks back over at you, that expression on his face isn’t one you’ve seen before. It’s real and vulnerable, locking the breath in your lungs as he reaches for you almost hesitantly. And you push to your tired feet to let him curl his servos around you, lift you to his frame. “You’re one to talk,” he grumbles, running a servo against your cheek that comes away smudged with energon. He’s just staring at the smudge like he’s frozen. Like it scares him.
• “Bedtime, doc,” you say, patting your hand on his servos curled around you. That little touch breaking him from the worry by giving him something else to focus on. You. Grabbing a cleaning cloth, he carefully wipes your arms down, aware of the almost smile on your lips as you let him. Because you know him well enough to know he needs to take care of everyone else. “Alright, hands are clean,” you finally protest with a yawn, laying your cheek on his servos as his spark thrums. He just means to carry you to the makeshift bed on a corner of his desk, but you curl an arm about one servo, sleepy eyes watching him. Like you know he’ll keep working as exhausted as he is. “Stay.” It’s a quiet request, an olive branch extended to him. And venting tiredly, he climbs on his berth with you. There’s still so much to do, but as he settles you on top of his chassis, a hand draped over you, those things can wait. Because he does need this. So much it hurts.
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jo-speaks · 13 hours ago
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SHARPEST TOOL ft. JACK HUGHES
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in which...
Jack Hughes never saw your relationship as anything serious.
WARNINGS: 18+ content below the cut. MDNI. brief smut, yet again, it's like a paragraph or two, angst w/ no happy ending, jack's an asshole, cheating (technically), etc.
track four in the short & sweet series!
note: dedicated to finishing this series over the weekend since i have a few days off work and school! so sorry it's taken so long!
I know you're not
The sharpest tool in the shed
“Jack?” You called out, voice laced with sleep as you heard clattering coming from the right side of the bed. 
Opening your eyes slightly, you could see everything from his hips down, the upper half of his body contorted in an interesting manner.
He grimaced, turning slowly to look at you, “Sorry.”
You sat up, leaning over to turn on the bedside lamp. Catching a glance at the alarm clock, it read 3:29, clearly way too early for either one of you to be awake. 
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“My phone fell under the bed and I thought I could reach it without waking you.” He admitted, his face being noticeably red in the warm light emanating from the lamp. 
You weren’t sure if it was exhaustion or if he genuinely thought he could reach his phone from where he had been laying. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and got on the ground. Jack looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, as he crawled across the bed to get a good look at you.
Before he got the chance to admire how hot you looked wearing nothing but his hoodie, you perked up, placing the phone on the bed before hopping back up onto it yourself. 
“Thanks, baby.” He said, the name catching both of you off guard.
Jack had been the one to propose the idea of being friends with benefits, not wanting to jump into anything serious at the start of the season. You had agreed reluctantly, deciding that being something with him was better than nothing. 
The relationship had been anything but casual, yet the title stayed the same.
We had sex, I met your best friends
“Jack!” You wailed, digging your nails into his broad shoulders, earring a deep groan from his chest.
He dug his face into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing on the one spot he knew drove you crazy. “So close, sweet girl. Just one more for me, yeah?” You nodded, words seeming nonexistent in your head. Jack had already dragged an orgasm out of both you and himself, but for some reason, he just couldn’t stop. 
One more deep thrust from him and you were done. You came around his cock, trying to keep your moans muffled by bringing a hand down to your mouth. However, Jack quickly put a stop to this, replacing your hand with a sloppy kiss as you moaned into each other’s mouths as he spilled inside of you.
It took a few minutes of laboured breathing for the two of you to regain any ability to move. But once he gathered enough strength, Jack pulled out of you slowly, a whimper escaping your lips due to the empty feeling. 
Jack glanced over at the clock, eyes widening, “Shit. I have practice.”
You rolled your eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh at his untimeliness. He smirked, placing a quick kiss on your lips, a silent apology for his inability to schedule anything on time. Even a booty call. 
“I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” He said, pulling up his boxers and basketball shorts. “See yourself out?”
You nodded, sitting up and grabbing the shirt he had so conveniently placed at the foot of the bed. He called out a quick goodbye before shutting the door and leaving you alone in his room.
After a few seconds of self-reflection, you slipped the shirt on and stepped into your slippers that you had left in his house a few nights ago. You were feeling thirsty, so you decided to grab your phone and keys and make your way to the kitchen. 
Not expecting anyone to be home, the look on your face when you saw Jack, Luke, and three other people standing in the kitchen. You stood there like a deer in headlights, your face turning warm as they looked you up and down. 
Jack got out of shock first, clearing his throat. “Um. Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Nico, Jesper, and Seamus.”
“Hi.” You greeted, earning one back from each of the men standing in Jack’s kitchen.
“So you’re the famous Y/N,” Nico spoke up, nodding his head towards Jack, “This one doesn’t shut up about you. Surprised it took us so long to meet you.” 
His words made you smile, the idea of Jack talking about you making your heart feel fuzzy and warm. “You should hear the things he says about you.”
Jack flushed, “Okay! We met Y/N, she met you guys, I think it’s time for practice.”
Then a bird flies by and you forget
Jack had taken you out for dinner, a rare occasion as he didn’t want people to mingle in his personal life. The night had been amazing, laughs and giggles coming from the two of you all night.
The night was still young, but the two of you wanted to get home early. Jack would be a fool not to, judging by how good you looked tonight.
“I love that dress on you by the way,” Juck admitted, causing warmth to rise to your cheeks. “You should wear it out more often.”
You laughed, “I think that means you have to take me out more often, no?”
Jack thought for a second, “Oh yeah.”
The waitress had come over, interrupting Jack’s ah-ha moment. You wish you could’ve ignored the way Jack’s eyes instantly became plastered with hers, the two of them maintained eye contact until you thanked her for the check, causing them to snap out of their trance and for her to walk away.
“What was that about?” You asked, handing Jack the bill.
He cleared his throat, pulling out his wallet and setting his card down on the table. “Nothing.”
You weren’t convinced by his shitty excuse, but the night out had been so nice you didn’t want to ruin it over some stupidly prolonged eye contact. But you couldn’t get the scene out of your head. He looked at her like he looked at you, just a little too long. 
“Are you sure? It didn’t look like nothing.” You pressed.
Jack shook his head, “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. She just looked like someone I knew. And if anything, she was looking at me.” You knew he was just spewing lies to get out of a situation he had been caught in. But again, you didn’t want to ruin the night. 
Moments passed without a word being exchanged from either of you, the awkward silence being interrupted by Jack suddenly standing. 
“I'll be right back.” He mumbled, not giving you a chance to respond before leaving you alone at the table.
You sighed, leaning back into the leather booth. And that’s where you stayed, looking like an idiot waiting for a man that didn’t come back.
I don't hear a word
'Til your guilt creeps in
On a Tuesday, send a soft "hey"
As if you really don't recall the time
After Jack’s successful escapade, you decided it was best to live in the present than dwell in the future.
At least that’s what you tried to do. 
In reality, you were lying on your couch, dried-up tears staining your cheeks as you clutched the collar of Jack’s hoodie. He had yet to ask for them back, let alone send you a text since the whole situation, so it was fair play. 
Sitting in your sorrow, you lazily reached your arm out to grab the TV control to throw on something to try and get your mind off the boy. Unfortunately for you, the Devils were playing tonight and the last thing you just so happened to have open on your TV was ESPN, which was playing a preview of the game. 
You groaned, throwing the control before beginning to cry slowly. You could feel the fresh tears fall from your eyes, trying your best to stop them by pinching the bridge of your nose, but nothing halted them. Wet gasps escaped your mouth, your cries turning into gut-wrenching sobs as you sat up, unable to lie down without choking on your spit. 
Your phone buzzed from beside you, the ringtone causing your eyes to widen. Pathetically, you scrambled for your phone, seeing the one name shown on your lock screen that you had been waiting to see for a week.
jack: hey
Seriously? One week of leaving you alone at a restaurant and all he could say was “Hey”? Not that you minded, honestly. You just wanted a text. 
y/n: hi
jack: come over? thought u could help me out before the game tn.
We were goin' right, then you took a left
Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess
Guess I'll waste another year on wonderin' if
If that was casual, then I'm an idiot
I'm lookin' for an answer in-between the lines
Lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine
You're confused and I'm upset, but
We never talk about it x3
All the silence just makes it worse, really
'Cause it leaves you so top-of-mind for me
You did end up going to Jack’s after that text, but not to do what he suggested. 
When he looked through the peephole to see you, he instantly tugged the door open. “Hey! I didn’t think you were actually gonna come.”
“That makes two of us.” You mumbled. “Can I come in?”
He nodded, opening the door and stepping aside so you could cross the threshold. The second you stepped in, he shut the door and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your back against his chest. “Luke just left so we can be as loud as we want.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your neck. 
As tempting as he was, you pushed yourself off of him. The shocked and confused look on his face was almost comical like he actually believed you came here to get him off.
“I’m not here for that, Jack.” You said.
Jack scoffed, “Okay? So why are you here?”
You knitted your eyebrows together at his words, “To talk about what happened? You left me at the stupid restaurant for some fucking girl!”
“You’re still stuck on that? Y/N, that was forever ago. Grow up.”
His face looked extremely punchable as the words “grow up” came out of his mouth, but thankfully for the both of you, you were better than that. You let out a frustrated breath before continuing. “It was a week ago. And honestly, Jack, how do you expect me to not be hung up on it? It was going so well and you threw it all away on a random Friday night!”
Jack looked irritated, yet there was a glint of guilt in his eyes. “There was nothing going on between us. We both agreed that it was strictly casual, so I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up about.”
“Please. You know damn well there was nothing casual about anything we did.”
He let out a sigh, taking a glance at his phone. “Yeah, whatever. I gotta go. See yourself out, will you?”
You couldn’t even respond to his words, watching with your mouth agape as he walked around you, grabbed his hockey bag, and walked out of his apartment.
You snapped out of your astonishment, glancing around the room before leaving. However, something on his living room shelf caught your eye. Walking over, you realize how many pictures of the two of you were up and framed. Your date to New York, your many dates to your favourite ice cream spot in Hoboken, and countless pictures of you wearing Jack’s jersey. 
It wasn’t some casual fling to him either, but that didn’t stop him from throwing it away like it was nothing.
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aemondapologistfrfr · 2 days ago
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Book Club - Pt5
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modern!aemond x fem!reader 
Summary: You both become more domestic and never want to spend any time apart. You both make a decision that leaves you more in love than ever. 
Warnings: 18+ swearing, guided(phone) masturbation, vibrator/wand, oral(m), p in v, unprotected
Authors Note: this came out smuttier than i anticipated 🫣 i wanna be his housewife and welcome him home w open legs and an open mouth 😔
Word Count: 4.3k
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I sit up in bed in the pale morning light and look around Aemonds room. I have slowly started leaving things here and I smile at the pile of books we have staked on top of his dresser. I turn and look down at him still sleeping soundly next to me. I lay back down next to him and admire his relaxed features. 
“You’re staring.” a smile stretches across his face as he slowly blinks his eye open. 
“How could I not?” I rest against his chest. “You are so handsome.” I press my lips on his chest. His hands wrap around my waist and pull me up his body to bring my lips to his. He slowly pushes his tongue into my mouth and I sigh into his. His fingers slide down and dig into my cheeks. He moves his hands up and presses my chest into his. 
“It’s early.” his fingers tease down my back. 
“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” I press my lips against his again. He flips us over and starts to kiss me with more fervor. 
“I like waking up to you still in my bed.” he kisses down to my neck. He trails his lips and tongue across my breasts before he swirls around my nipple. I whine pushing my chest up into his mouth while his other hand roughly kneads my other breast. He lifts up from my hardened peak and looks at me with wet lips. His tongue swirls around my nipple as he stares at me and I whine squeezing my legs shut. “Squirming in my bed for me before I have to go to work.” he smiles, sucking my nipple back into his mouth. 
“Aemond,” I whine, clinging onto his shoulders. He kisses over to my other nipple and flicks his tongue against it quickly. I rub my thighs together and he smirks against my chest. 
“Ask for what you want.” he lifts up looking down at me.
“I want you before you go to work.” I whine. “And when you come home from work.” I murmur nibbling on my bottom lip. “And again before bed.” my fingers dance across his back. 
“Do you work today?” he asks lowly and I shake my head. “Do you want to stay here while I go to work?” I nod my head trying to pull him back down to me. “What are you going to do all day?” he chuckles, hovering his lips above mine. 
“Aem,” I whine trying to tug him down again. “Please,” I spread my legs to wrap them around his waist. 
“Answer me.” he chuckles, pressing his lips quickly against mine.
“I’m gunna read and stay in bed. I’ll text you how much I wish you were next to me. I’m gunna make the house so warm and inviting for you when you come home after work. I’m gunna have tea made for you and I’ll give you kisses and run my fingers through your hair.” I watch as his cheeks flush. 
“I would like that.” he pushes into me and my breath catches. “My little housewife who just wants to please me and be filled.” he pants and I cling to him harder at his words. His lips press against mine as he continues to rock his hips into mine. Small whimpers escape my lips while he grinds into me slowly. We slowly rock into each other finding our pleasure with our names tumbling from our lips. 
“I love you.” I murmur against his lips and he presses his to mine hungrily. 
“I love you.” he slowly pulls out and begins to get dressed. I watch him from the bed with low lids as he puts his tie on. I crawl out of bed and watch as his eye roams all over my form. He grabs one of his shirts and pulls it over my head before pulling me into a hug. 
“Let me go make you some tea before work.” I press my lips on his shirt before walking to the kitchen. I get started on boiling the water and smile as his arms snake around my waist. I lean back into him as he peppers kisses across my neck. I finish his tea and turn and hand it to him with a smile. 
“Thank you.” he grabs it and places a kiss on my lips before we walk to the front door. We seal our lips again and I pout when he pulls back. “I’ll be back later.” he kisses my forehead and slips out the front door. The front door opens again and I scrunch my brows at him. “One, lock the door next time.” he flares his nostrils. “Two, here’s my key in case you need to leave and come back or anything. I will make you one of your own soon.” he folds the key into my hand. 
“Thank you.” I say softly with flushed cheeks. 
“I won’t leave until I hear this lock click.” he says, opening the door behind him. He shuts the door behind him and I click the lock and shake my head as he tries to open the door. I watch him pull out of the driveway and make my way to the kitchen to make myself some tea.
I look around the house knowing that there is nothing for me to clean up. I want to light some candles and frown when I see him lacking in that department. I get ready for the day and head out of the house. I drive myself to the store and stand in the candle aisle for almost an hour picking out different scents. I grab some ingredients to make him something for when he gets home and I pray to the Gods that I don’t ruin it. After checking out I load my car up with all of the bags and make my way back home. 
I lug all of the bags inside and begin to unpack them. I place the candles around the house and sigh as the smell starts to spread throughout. I put my ingredients away for the time being and go curl up in the library. I start reading my book and allow myself to escape into it for a couple hours. I sigh, shutting the book and placing it on the table before pulling out my phone. 
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You: How is work? I miss you. 😔
Aem: It’s going good. I’ll be home in a couple hours. What’re you doing?
You: Laying in the library. 
Aem: What book are you reading today? 
You: Another book you’d probably consider porn. 🙄 
Aem: I should’ve known. 
You: I wish you were here. My fingers are no comparison to yours. 
Aem: Are you touching yourself in the library?
You: I thought these weren’t ’over text conversations’.
Aem: Tell me. 
You: I am. 
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“I thought you were working?” I mumble into the phone picking up his call. 
“I stepped out for a couple minutes. Tell me where your hands are.” I bite my lip at his tone. 
“Well one is holding the phone and-“
“No, put me on speaker. I want you to use both of your hands for me.” I whimper at his words. “Am I on speaker?” I nod my head as my hips chase my fingers buried in my panties. “You have to use your words for me, I’m not home and I can’t see you.” the want in his voice causes more pleasure to pool between my thighs, 
“Yes,” I squeak. “Aemond,” I buck my hips into my hand and I hear him softly curse. 
“Take your hand out of your panties for me.” I whine at his words. I slowly pull my hand out and wait for his next words with a heaving chest. “Push your shirt up and tease your nipples like I do with my teeth. Until they’re hard little peaks begging for me to wrap my lips around them.” his words go straight to my core and I squeeze my legs shut. 
“Aem please,” I pant while rolling my nipples between my fingers.
“Let one of your hands trail down your torso. Don’t go under your panties yet.” my breathing falters as I tease myself. “I don't want you to go under them. Just push them to the side for me like a good girl.” he rasps into the phone. “Slide one finger up your center.” whimpers spill from me as I do what he says. 
“Yes,” I softly pant as my thighs shake. “Please,” I drag my finger up and down my wetness. 
“Fuck you’re so good for me.” he groans. “Now take two of your fingers and swirl around your sensitive bud.” I moan arching off the couch and I move them quickly. I cry out as my hips chase my fingers as I get lost in my pleasure. “I want you to come for me.” his words go straight to my core.
“I’m, Aem, please,” I clench my legs around my fingers as his heavy breathing pushes me over the edge. I grab the phone trying to catch my breath and I hear him chuckle at my soft gasps. “I wish you were home.” I pout into the phone.
“I have to go back to work, but I’ll be home soon.” he hums. 
“Okay. I love you.” I start to pull my shirt down. 
“I love you, I’ll see you later.” I hear the smile in his words before he hangs up. 
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I pull up multiple different recipes thankful they all seem to have similar steps so I feel confident that I can make this for him. I preheat the oven and go to pull out the ingredients. I slowly start to spread the crust and layer in my fillings before adding the top layer. The oven beeps and I toss it into the oven and sprint down the hall to go change. I smooth my dress and rummage through his closet to find my apron that he insists stays in the bedroom. 
I make my way back into the kitchen to check on the oven. It’s browning nicely and I start to boil some water for tea. I hum and take a seat on the couch with a book to await his return home. I hear his swift knocks on the door and run over to the door. I’m about to open it but I know he’ll scold me if I don’t check to make sure it’s him first. I look through the peephole and see that it’s him. I unlock the door and a smile spreads across my features as he steps inside. 
“Welcome home.” I pull him into a tight hug as he presses his lips against my forehead. 
“It smells very good in here.” he hums looking around.
“I got you some candles. There’s also something in the oven.” I start tugging him to the kitchen. 
“You’re cooking?” his voice laced with amusement. 
“I’m baking.” I purse my lips bending over to look in the oven. “I do need your help to know when it’s done.” I turn and look up to him nibbling my lip. “It’s says only like ten more minutes but I really don’t want to fuck this up.” he smiles softly and bends down to look in the oven.
“You’re baking a pie?” he looks up to me with a grin. 
“Trying to.” I nod my head. 
“How long have you had it in here?” I tell him and he nods as he looks at the top and grabs a pair of mits to pull it out. 
“No,” I whine, grabbing the mits from him. “I have my apron on and everything.” I pout. 
“I saw.” he looks down at me with a dark eye. “Here.” he slips the mits onto my hands and opens the oven for me. I pull out the pie and set it on the counter. I look at it with a wide smile and he kisses the side of my head. “It looks really good.” I flush at his praise. 
“Thank you.” I toss the mits off and pull his face down to mine. He pulls back and looks over the pie and deems it done and now all it has to do is set. I hand him a cup of tea and he hums while taking a sip. His eye roams over my dress and apron before locking on my face. He places his tea on the counter and pulls me against him. “How was work?” I reach up and brush his hair back off his shoulders. 
“You made it interesting.” he smiles, pressing his lips against my hairline. “You look so..” he trails off biting his lip. 
“So what?” I pout. 
“So perfect. Like my little housewife.” he tilts my chin up and places his lips on mine. “You have candles lit and a pie freshly made. You made me tea. I want this everyday.” his hands squeeze around my waist. 
“I didn’t even finish welcoming you home yet.” I hum and he looks at me curiously. I sink to my knees before him and he groans. “I missed you today.” I pout unbuckling his belt. 
“Gods, you’re killing me.” his hand caresses my jaw. I pop his button open and slide them down enough for me to pull him out and free his hardening length. 
“I’m sorry I was so needy while you were at work.” my voice hushed as I place soft kisses around his tip. I place open mouthed kisses down his length while looking up at his flushed cheeks. I trail my tongue up the underside and he shutters above me. “Will you forgive me?” I look up at him through my lashes. 
“I could never be mad at you. My good girl.” I wrap my lips around his tip and sink my mouth around him at his words. His hips start to jerk into my mouth and I move with him letting him find his pleasure. I wrap my fingers around the rest of him and hollow my cheeks as I begin to bob quickly. “Just like that,” he rasps holding the back of my head. 
I let him control my movements as I hum around him. He lets out quiet curses and whines as he hits the back of my throat. I look up at him with watery eyes and feel his pleasure start to flow down my throat. I slowly remove my mouth allowing my tongue to linger until his fingers are digging into my hair. I put him back in his pants before I stand up and he pulls me against him hugging me tightly. 
“Move in with me.” he mumbles against my hair. 
“My mouth was that good?” my tone playful and he pulls back and looks down at me. 
“I just want to know that when I come home, I’ll be coming home to you.” his words cause my heart to skip a beat.
“Your library is going to be overflowing with all of our books.” I smile up at him. 
“We’ll make it bigger. Anything you want.” he searches my face. “Move in with me, please.” I nod looking up at him. 
“I’d love that.” I nod, pulling him down to my lips. 
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I watch with a soft smile as Aemond brings my last couple of boxes into the house. After he sets it down he turns to me with a flushed face and I walk up to him wrapping my arms around him. I reach up and press my lips against his and he chuckles against me. He steps back and looks at my boxes taking up the living room and shakes his head with a wide smile. 
“I need to go shower.” he hums, lifting up his shirt to wipe his brow. I bring my hand up to his toned torso and watch his muscles flex under my touch. “You need to unpack first.” he looks down at me with a dark eye. 
“Aem,” I pout looking up to him. 
“No.” he shakes his head with an amused smirk. “Go start in the library and when I’m out of the shower I’ll start in the bedroom.” I groan as he tugs me down the hall and drops me off in the library. 
I look at the dozen or so boxes and exhale deeply. We’ve had to do a lot of rearranging in here but we were able to get my shelves put up without it looking too crowded. I start shelving my books and get through about three boxes before I settle on the couch with one of my comfort reads. I get lost in my book for an hour until Aemond is standing above me looking down. 
“Why aren’t you unpacking?” he pulls the book out of my hands and I purse my lips. 
“Why aren’t you unpacking?” I sit up and he raises a brow at me. 
“Let’s see what you’re reading about instead of unpacking.” I glare up at him as he clears his throat. “I should’ve known, ‘He looks at me waiting for my reply. “I just want a distraction.” I sigh, pulling him back against me. His hands-“ 
“Aemond,” I whine trying to grab the book out of his hand. He keeps reading it while walking out of the library and back to our bedroom. I look around and see he’s on the last box which is just full of random things from my nightstand. “You got a lot done.” I hum looking around. 
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you actually unpack.” I roll my eyes at his tone.
“Fine, then I’ll go unpack.” I huff walking out of the room. His hand wraps around my arm and I get tugged back onto the bed. “How do you expect me to unpack from here?” I look up at him at the edge of the bed. 
“I found something interesting when I was unpacking.” he has a hint of a smile on his face and I tilt my head. “I want to try it.” he licks his lips. 
“What is it?” I rack my brain trying to figure out what he’s talking about. I watch him go to my bedside table and open the drawer. 
“I figured you’d want it back in here.” he hums, pulling out my vibrator. “You said this thing leaves you shaking?” he flicks it on and my cheeks flush as I nod watching him get into bed beside me. “Open your legs.” he hums. I slowly start to spread my legs and the shirt of his that I’m wearing rides up to my hips. He trails the head of it up my thighs and I squeak looking up at him. He slides it up my clothed center and presses it against my bud. 
“Please Aemond,” I whine, holding on to his arm. I look up to him and see him watching me with flushed cheeks. I bring my hand up to his cheek to pull him down to kiss me. He starts to swirl the head around me and I moan into his mouth. “Yes, please,” I whine as my legs start to shut from pleasure. 
“Keep your legs open for me, good girl.” he purrs, kissing down my jaw. I try to hold my legs open but they slam around the vibrator and his hand as my pleasure washes through me. His other hand starts to push my legs open as he keeps the head buzzing on my bud. 
“Aem, Aemond,” I gasp, digging my nails into his arm. 
“Hm?” he smirks at me. He moves his hand from my leg and they clamp around his hand. He pushes my shirt up and brings his mouth to my nipple as he flicks the vibrations up another level. “You’re already shaking and you’ve only come once.” he tsks against my skin. 
He removes the head and sits up and looks at my heaving chest. He settles between my legs so he’s able to hold them open better. I whine as he moves my soaked panties to the side and presses the head into my wetness. He turns it back on and I lift off the bed. I’m a babbling mess above him as he watches my pleasure constricted face. 
“I’m gunna-“ I fist the sheets next to me as my pleasure pours out of me. Whimpers fall from my mouth as he places kisses across my thighs still pressing the wand into me. He presses two fingers into my core and I moan loudly clamping my legs around his hands. He slams his fingers into me and I whine above him. He curls his fingers and a broken cry falls from my lips as I fall back to the bed. He continues his movements and my eyes roll back as I pulse around his fingers. “Aem,” I pant breathlessly, grabbing for his arm. 
“Shh shh,” he flicks off the wand and slowly keeps pushing his fingers into me. “How are you feeling?” I squirm on the bed trying to catch my breath. 
“Good, so good.” my words slurred with pleasure. “I want you. Please, Aemond,” I push myself against his fingers and he groans. “Please,” I whine as he starts pushing his fingers into me faster. I let my eyes fall shut and I gasp as his tongue laps against my bud. I barely have time to catch my breath before my high washes through me. I watch him rise with a wet face and I clamp my legs shut. 
“You were such a good girl for me.” he hums laying next to me. He brushes my hair back and I cling onto him as I settle. “I love the way you cry out my name. The way you squeeze my fingers so tightly. When your pleasure pours out of you like that I could come at the sight.” my body heats again at his words. He rubs my back soothingly before dipping down to kiss me softly. “I love you so much and I’m so thankful to have found you.” my eyes water at his words. “What’s wrong?” he scrunches his brow. 
“I love you so much.” I pull him down to another kiss. I curl against him still trying to calm my breathing as he peppers kisses across the top of my head. 
“Rest. I’ll unpack the rest of your things later.” he hums, wrapping his arms around me tightly. 
“You’re so good to me.” I press my lips against his chest. 
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I stretch and frown when I don’t feel Aemond. I push the blankets off and squint at the clock saying it’s three in the morning. I wipe my eyes and start to make my way down the hallway. I stop when I spot him in the library unpacking my books. 
“Why are you still up?” I take a seat on the couch and he turns to me with a tired eye. 
“I told you I would finish doing this for you.” he offers me a soft smile. 
“It’s late, come to bed.” I hold out my hand to him.
“I’m almost done.” he looks up at me from the floor. I sigh and look around at the shelves. 
“You decorated and displayed my books.” I smile seeing some of my books facing out and all of the little trinkets spread in the empty spaces. “Aem,” I coo looking down at him. 
“I figured you would want them decorated. Although, a whole box dedicated to your little trinkets is excessive.” he chews his lip looking in the box. 
“I was thinking about getting more.” I smile while taking a seat on the ground next to him. “We can put some of this stuff on your shelves if you want. Or maybe you think it’s too cluttered. Maybe I’m too cluttered and you’re so clean and organized and-“ 
“Hey,” he cups my face. “I’m setting up your shelves because I love you. Did I not decorate my shelves for you?” he presses his lips to mine softly. 
“I love you.” I hum against his mouth before standing up. “Hand me books and I’ll place them so we can go back to bed.” For the next hour we work together to finish unpacking my boxes. Once the last book is placed we stand in the doorway and admire our library.
“This may rival your bookstore.” He hums, wrapping his arms around me. 
“We may need to take over another one of your rooms to do that.” I look up at him with a smile.
“I figured you would ask me that.” he chuckles tugging me down the hall. He stops in front of another door and opens it and I see the walls lined with empty shelves. “I had this set up while we were packing your things and moving you in. We can fill this one together.” I turn to him as my heart swells. 
“You’re perfect. I love you so much it might be concerning.” I cup his face and bring his lips to mine. 
“I will take every ounce of love you will decide to give me.” he hums, pulling us back to our room.
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||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 5 EPISODE 09  ||MONSTERS AND HEROES||
#83daysofoutlander☆
He opened his eyes and gave me a dark blue look.
“Sassenach,” he said softly.
“What?”
“I would like ye to touch me . . . without hurting me. Just once before I sleep. Would ye mind much?”
I stopped and drew breath, terribly disconcerted at the realization that he was right. Caught up in the emergency and worry of his condition, everything I had done to him during the day had been painful, intrusive, or both. Marsali, Brianna, Roger, Jemmy—all of them had touched him in gentleness, offering sympathy and comfort. And I—I had been so terrified at the possibility of what might happen, of what I might be forced to do, that I had taken no time, allowed no room for gentleness. I looked away for a moment, blinking until the tears retreated. Then I stood and walked over to the bed, bent, and kissed him, very softly. I stroked the hair back from his forehead, smoothed his brows with my thumb. Arch Bug had shaved him; the skin of his cheek was smooth, hot against the side of my hand. His bones were hard under his skin, framing his strength—and yet he seemed suddenly fragile. I felt fragile, too.
“I want ye to sleep beside me, Sassenach,” he whispered.
“All right.” I smiled at him, my lips trembling only a little. “Let me brush out my hair.” I sat down in my shift, shook out my hair, and took up the brush. He watched me, not speaking, but with a faint smile on his lips, as I worked. He liked to watch me brush my hair; I hoped it was as soothing to him as it was to me. There were noises downstairs, but they were muffled, safely distant. The shutters were ajar; firelight flickered against the glass of the window from the dying bonfire in the yard. I glanced at the window, wondering if I ought to close the shutters.
“Leave them, Sassenach,” he murmured from the bed. “I like to hear the talk.”
The sound of voices from outside was comforting, rising and falling, with small bursts of laughter. The sound of the brush was soft and regular, like surf on sand, and I felt the stress of the day lessen slowly, as though I could brush all the anxieties and dreads out of my hair as easily as tangles and bits of pumpkin vine. When at last I put down the brush and rose, Jamie’s eyes were closed. I knelt to smoor the fire, rose to blow out the candle, and went at last to bed. I eased myself gently into the bed beside him, not to jostle. He lay turned away from me, on his side, and I turned toward him, echoing the curve of his body with my own, careful not to touch him. I lay very quietly, listening. All the house sounds had settled to their night-time rhythm; the hiss of the fire and the rumble of wind in the flue, the sudden startling crack! of the stairs, as though some unwary foot had stepped upon a riser. Mr. Wemyss’s adenoidal snoring reached me, reduced to a soothing buzz by the thickness of the intervening doors. There were still voices outside, muffled by distance, disjointed with drink and the lateness of the hour. All jovial, though; no sound of hostility or incipient violence. I didn’t really care, though. The inhabitants of the Ridge could hammer each other senseless and dance on the remains, for all I cared. All my attention was focused on Jamie. His breathing was shallow but even, his shoulders relaxed. I didn’t want to disturb him; he needed rest above all things. At the same time, I ached to touch him. I wanted to reassure myself that he was here, alive beside me—but I also needed badly to know how things went with him. Was he feverish? Had the incipient infection in his leg blossomed in spite of the penicillin, spreading poison through his blood? I moved my head cautiously, bringing my face within an inch of his shirt-covered back, and breathed in, slow and deep. I could feel the warmth of him on my face, but couldn’t tell through the linen nightshirt just how hot he really was. He smelt faintly of the woods, more strongly of blood. The onions in the dressing gave off a bitter tang; so did his sweat. I inhaled again, testing the air. No scent of pus. Too early for the smell of gangrene, even if the rot was beginning, invisible under the bandages. I thought there was a the tissue? Some breakdown product of the snake’s venom? I blew a short breath through my nose and took in a fresh one, deeper. “Do I stink verra badly?” he inquired. “Uk!” I said, startled into biting my tongue, and he quivered slightly, in what I took to be suppressed amusement. “Ye sound like a wee truffle-pig, Sassenach, snortling away back there.” “Oh, indeed,” I said, a bit crossly. I touched the tender spot on my tongue. “Well, at least you’re awake. How do you feel?” “Like a pile of moldy tripes.” “Very picturesque,” I said. “Can you be a trifle more specific?” I put a hand lightly on his side, and he let his breath out in a sound like a small moan. “Like a pile of moldy tripes . . .” he said, and pausing to breathe heavily, added, “. . . .with maggots.” “You’d joke on your deathbed, wouldn’t you?” Even as I said it, I felt a tremor of unease. He would, and I hoped this wasn’t it. “Well, I’ll try, Sassenach,” he murmured, sounding drowsy. “But I’m no really at my best under the circumstances.” “Do you hurt much?” “No. I’m just . . . tired.”
He sounded as though he were in fact too exhausted to search for the proper word, and had settled for that one by default. “Little wonder if you are. I’ll go and sleep somewhere else, so you can rest.” I made to throw back the covers and rise, but he stopped me, raising one hand slightly. “No. No, dinna leave me.” His shoulder fell back toward me, and he tried to lift his head from the pillow. I felt still more uneasy when I realized that he was too weak even to turn over by himself. “I won’t leave you. Maybe I should sleep in the chair, though. I don’t want to—”
“I’m cold,” he said softly. “I’m verra cold.” I pressed my fingers lightly just under his breastbone, seeking the big abdominal pulse. His heartbeat was rapid, shallower than it should have been. He wasn’t feverish. He didn’t just feel cold, he was cold to the touch, his skin chilled and his fingers icy. I found that very alarming.
No longer shy, I cuddled close against him, my breasts squashing softly against his back, cheek resting on his shoulder blade. I concentrated as hard as I could on generating body heat, trying to radiate warmth through my skin and into his. So often he had enfolded me in the curve of his body, sheltering me, giving me the warmth of his big body. I wished passionately that I were larger, and could do the same for him now; as it was, I could do no more than cling to him like a small, fierce mustard plaster, and hope I had the same effect.
fit the rounds of his buttocks. They tightened slightly in surprise, then relaxed. It occurred to me to wonder just why I felt I must lay hands on him, but I didn’t trouble my mind with it; I had had the feeling many times before, and had long since given up worrying that it wasn’t scientific. I could feel the faintly pebbled texture of the rash upon his skin, and the thought came unbidden of the lamia. A creature smooth and cool to the touch, a shape-shifter, passionately venomous, its nature infectious. A swift bite and the snake’s poison spreading, slowing his heart, chilling his warm blood; I could imagine tiny scales rising under his skin in the dark. I forcibly repressed the thought, but not the shudder that went with it.
“Claire,” he said softly. “Touch me.”
I couldn’t hear his heartbeat. I could hear mine; a thick, muffled sound in the ear pressed to the pillow. I slid my hand over the slope of his belly, and more slowly down, fingers parting the coarse curly tangle, dipping low to cup the rounded shapes of him. What heat he had was here. I stroked him with a thumb and felt him stir. The breath went out of him in a long sigh, and his body seemed to grow heavier, sinking into the mattress as he relaxed. His flesh was like candle wax in my hand, smooth and silky as it warmed. I felt very odd; no longer frightened, but with all my senses at once preternaturally acute and yet . . . peaceful. I was no longer conscious of any sounds save Jamie’s breathing and the beating of his heart; the darkness was filled with them. I had no conscious thought, but seemed to act purely by instinct, reaching down and under, seeking the heart of his heat in the center of his being.
Then I was moving—or we were moving together. One hand reached down between us, up between his legs, my fingertips on the spot just behind his testicles. My other hand reached over, around, moving with the same rhythm that flexed my thighs and lifted my hips, thrusting against him from behind. I could have done it forever, and felt that perhaps I did. I had no sense of time passing, only of a dreamy peace, and that slow, steady rhythm as we moved together in the dark. Somewhere, sometime, I felt a steady pulsing, first in the one hand, then in both. It melded with the beat of his heart. He sighed, long and deep, and I felt the air rush from my own lungs. We lay silent and passed gently into unconsciousness, together.
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tan1shere · 12 hours ago
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Heyyyyyyy could YOU please PLEASE do one where Billie tells the reader how to touch herself, while Billie is on tour?!!?
Call Me
Billie Eilish x female reader !
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A/n: coming righttttt up, hope you like it 😊
Warnings: smut, phone sex ?? Masterbating - think thats it !
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It was lonely here all alone. Finding little jobs and activities to do to fill in time. Whenever you weren't working, yourself. Your girlfriend, Billie was currently on her HMHAS tour. And you haven't seen her in days. Truth be told you missed her like crazy. Her presence. Her voice. Her touch..
Which led to the next feeling you missed. Ovulation was no joke. And you were currently facing the feral-ness of it. Even more so that she isn't here. You had been frustrated all day. And you only now realize why. You needed to touch yourself, you had to relieve this pent up tension. So as the night comes along you get into your warm, comfortable bed. Checking the time. Billie usually calls around this time.
You figure shes sleeping, she had been extra tired lately. You go to slide your hand down into your shorts, about to touch yourself. When you do, but stopping. Things aren't the same. You wanted her touch. You try to continue but nothing was feeling good right now. That caused more frustration to bubble inside you. Deciding to just sleep it away. And hope tomorrow was normal.
Next day rolls around and you still have the same feeling. Frustration and horniness. Not a great combination, the day felt longer because of it. It was a bit earlier when you got home, but thankfully Billie didn't have a show today. So she was hopefully going to answer when you call. You couldn't take it anymore you needed her help. And you needed it desperately.
You go to lay on the bed, grabbing your phone and dialing her number. She answers in seconds, causing you to grow nervous. In all the years of being with her, phone sex was the one thing you've yet to do. So ofcourse you were nervous. Would she even help you, would this be odd? "Hi baby." You hear her say, cheerfully. You smile to yourself. "Hello!" You try your hardest to not jump into things, going to try give her some hints.
"How was your day?" She then asks. You sigh, ever so lightly. "A little frustrating, good to be home though. How about yours?" - "Mine was pretty boring I've just been preparing for tomorrow's show and chilling. Why was yours frustrating my love?" You think for a moment. "Just some work and other little things, some of which I just can't fix by myself.." - "I'm sorry, anything I can do to help at all?" Yes. Phone fuck me. Was all you wanted to say but you had to play things cool. Even if your body was heating up at the thought of this happening.
"Not that I can think of, just wanted to hear your voice I missed you." She smiles to herself. "I miss you too babe." There was a small pause, you were contemplating on how you'd do this. When a small idea pops into your head. You missed her voice so much, and it sounds like you had just woke her up from a nap. Her voice was slightly raspy, a bit of her tiredness peeking through.
"Did anything else happen today?" You then ask, getting comfortable on the bed. Moving your hands just above the waistband of your underwear. You had decided to get straight into your sleepwear, just a loose night gown. Wanting to feel good as all you've been wearing lately are big t-shirts to bed. You wanted to feel hot, make this moment more sensual. "Not too much if im honest, just got my outfit for tomorrow, did some other things. Just boring stuff really." You hum in reply, moving your hand in your underwear as she speaks.
Was this wrong? It felt a little like that. Your face heats up what're you even doing. But you get pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name. "Hello? Y/n, baby. You still there?" The name made you bite your lip. "Y-yeah sorry." She chuckles. "You didn't answer my question love." "Oh, oops. What was it?" She smiles to herself again, finding you cute. Except what you were doing was far from cute and downright filthy. "I asked you how shark had been, he's behaving right?" Your hand moves lower, trying to stay focused on the conversation and her voice. "Y-yeah he's been good." You let out a quiet sigh but she hears it. "Everything ok?"
You get nervous again, how were you even going to manage this. "I'm fine.." You needed her to keep talking, and thankfully she does. "Ok, Im sure if it's anything youre just tired. I was going to talk to you about when I get back, we have a dinner with Finn on the Friday. Just thought I'd remind you incase you forgot." Your finger had been in you, slowly moving the whole time she was talking. And when you don't reply she gets more confused. "Baby, what're you doing you seem distracted." You holt your movements, trying to think of an excuse but why? You wanted to call her and ask.
Ask her to talk to you, help you. So why were you so damn nervous. "Talk to me baby." God sake her voice was so hot even when she wasn't intentionally trying. You bite your lip again trying to stop any noise that was about to escape. Mustering up some sort of strength to reply. "I'm f-fine." Was all you managed to respond with. Billie sits there in thought, when she hears another sigh. Was she catching on? She needed to be sure. "I miss you, so. So much." She was playing with fire. You don't respond again, having your eyes shut as you try to give yourself pleasure.
When it's not working you let out another sigh followed by a tiny whine. She hears that loud and clear, smirking to herself. She knew good and well what you were doing. "Can't wait to see you in a few days, get to kiss you. Hold you. Touch.. you." She chose her words evily. But she didn't stop there. A breath was to be heard. Followed by a frustrated sigh. "Let me help, baby. You sound annoyed." Another small whine left you, at the fact she was right and just overall the way she was speaking to you.
Your brows knit together, giving in and letting her. She knows now, there's no point in staying silent. "It's no good, I miss you. Your hands." She coos. "I know baby, I know. I'm just so good at touching my girl huh?" Your head rests back. "So good." You breath into the speaker. "Your fingers still inside?" You reply with a hum. "Move em." So you do just that, slowly at first. "Move your thumb, touch your clit for me." You do that, touching it then moving your thumb in a circle motion.
Everything was so still and quiet she could hear your wetness and God it was driving her nuts, she wanted to be there. To see it, to feel it. "That's it." She says encouragingly, hearing your noises as you speed up on both tactics. She could just imagine it, you touching yourself just to her speaking. "Was baby doing this the whole time I was talking?" She then says. Your cheeks grow red with heat. "I- uhm." She lets out an evil chuckle, sending tingles straight to your pussy. It was such a hot chuckle. But then again, anything she did right now was 10x hotter. "You're such a filthy girl huh?" You bite your lip yet again.
Feeling more pleasure than you had been. "Please keep talking please." You begged. Voice so needy. "Plunge deeper for me, know you can. Imagine my fingers. How deep they go. Imagine your thumb is my tongue as I swirl it around your throbbing clit." Your back arches at the thought, you needed it more than anything. "Need you so bad." A louder moan was to be heard. The fact this woman is just talking to you and you almost coat the sheets in your nectar. She felt all the power in this moment. "Go faster for me - that's a good girl." She finishes as she hears the squelching increase. Your breaths and moans mingle into one as you get closer.
"Mmm, fuck I'm so so close. Please." She laughs yet again. "So cute, still asking to cum even when I'm miles away. So incredibly good, aren't you?" Your head lulls back into the pillows again, feeling the knot almost snap. "Fuck, Billie." - "Faster baby, rub your clit. Wanna hear you squirt." Just those words alone send both of those sensations out of you, having you leak and squirt all at once. Your breath being uneven as your eyes roll back. "Good, girl. That's what I like to hear."
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