#i'm gonna be quicker next time i swear

[thebestsetter]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) <3

IDK Y I TAKE SO LONG TO ANSWER TO ASKS 😭😭😭 IT HAS PROBABLY BEEN MORE THAN A WEEK SINCE I SAW THIS, BUT I ALWAYS FORGEY YO RWSPOND😔😔

ANYWAY, these are the songs:

This song makes me remember Kaiser so much ^

Again, I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO RESPOND 😭😭😭

[orcasoul]

Not My Man

Summary: Joel is accused of abusing you, and, oh hell no! You're having none of that!

Warnings: Swearing, injury, implied domestic abuse, use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4,132

"Ow, shit! That really stings." You wince and pull your head back as Joel lightly dabs a alcohol soaked cloth over your cheek. His hand slides behind your head pulling you back in, keeping you in place. "Quit squirming and it'll be done quicker," he tells you firmly yet softly, his big chestnut eyes fixed intently on the task at hand. You grudgingly obey, - keeping still despite the the burn of the alcohol seeping into the raw cut across your cheek - holding an ice pack over your eye on the opposite side. You just know it'll be black by tomorrow.

"How's the head? Feeling dizzy or sick at all?" It's the millionth time Joel has asked you this, and every time you have to reassure him. "I'm okay, Joel. Really," you stressed, but you can see the guilt and anger simmering within him flicker to the surface every time you try to make light of it all. "I shouldn't have let you go off alone. Fucking hell... if I'd been just a few seconds later you'd be-" Joel closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, both to calm his nerves and to avoid having to finish that sentence. Just the thought of losing you makes Joel want to rip his hair out in vexation.

"It's my fault," you try to reason, cupping Joels' scruffy cheek and forcing his eyes to meet yours. "I should have been paying closer attention. Don't you dare go blaming yourself." "You're never leaving my sight again," Joel declared, his voice low and determined. "Joel-" "I mean it Y/N! From now on when we're outside these walls I'm gonna be on your ass like your shadow!" You sigh, knowing there's no getting to through to Joel when he gets like this. So, you silently concede with a nod, mostly for his peace of mind.

After applying some antiseptic cream and a large plaster, Joel leans in to press a featherlight kiss over the sensitive gash and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "I could have lost you today, sweetheart." The ache in his voice stirred a deep ache in your chest in return. You place your hands over his own, which are now cradling your face. "But you didn't, and that's all that matters." It crushes your heart to see Joel so torn up over something no one could have seen coming, over something he couldn't have known.

But, here he is again; blaming himself for circumstances beyond his control. All you can do is comfort him and try to make him focus on the here and now and not on the "what could have been". Easier said that done, though when your mind keeps replaying that dreadful encounter. You could kick yourself for letting your guard down.

You and Joel had started to take Ellie out to prepare her for patrol duty, now that she'd turned 18. A small town about 5 miles west of Jackson seemed like the best option, given that the place mostly remained infected free at this time of year. Most of the wooden houses had collapsed in on themselves over the past two decades. Only brick buildings had survived the ravages of time and the elements, and even some of them looked to be on their last legs. Once it appeared the three of you were alone you'd proposed you split up to inspect the last few unchecked buildings, just to get it over with ASAP. The sooner you were all done, the sooner you could all get home and stop freezing your asses off out here.

Joel, of course, objected immediately but you brushed off his concern, insisting it was safe enough. Famous last words! While Joel and Ellie searched an old bank building, you'd turned you attention to a restaurant next door. You entered slowly, gun raised in front of you, head turning in every direction, ears pricked for any indication of company. The crunch of broken glass underfoot was deafening in the eerie silence.

As the moments wore on, you began to feel less tense, there being no signs of raiders or loners passing through, and if there were any infected in here, surely they'd have heard the scraping of glass as you'd entered. A thorough scan of the dining and kitchen area revealed no danger, luling you into a false sense of security. You absentmindedly lower your gun as you make your way to back room, which you assumed was an office. All you could think about was the hot bath awaiting you later on as you opened the door and walked through.

It all happened so fast after that. A ear splitting scream echoed through the room and before you could even turn to face it, you are tackled from behind, both yourself and the rotting corpse on your back tumbling over a desk and landing with a hard thud on the floor. The impact of your head hitting the ground sent the room spinning around you, but even through the haze, your body reacted instinctively, pushing the furious creature away from you by it's shoulders. It's putrid breath and brown teeth almost made you gag as you fought desperately to keep it's searching fungal tentacles away from your face.

You let out the loudest scream you possibly could, hoping Joel and Ellie would hear. Your gun had gotten lost during the skirmish so all you had to rely on right now was your own strength, which was waning by the second. Just when you felt like you couldn't hold out any longer a gunshot split the air and the infected fell to the side of you in a heap. Through the ringing in your ears you could hear Joel's frantic voice calling your name, his hands grabbing and pulling at you, checking you over for bites. "Holy shit! Is she alright? Is she bit?" Ellie asked breathlessly from over Joel's shoulder. "No, no... she's not bit. She's fine," Joel sighed in relief.

The fog in your head cleared, bringing you back to yourself and that's when you noticed how much your body hurt. A dull ache settled in your ribs where you'd landed, your head felt like it would explode at any moment and your cheek and opposite eye socket throbbed continuously. A warm, tickling sensation ghosted along your cheek. When you pulled your fingers away they were red and sticky. You can't even remember hitting your face on anything in all the commotion. "Joel..." you whimper, body trembling from fear and adrenaline. Before you could say another word, Joel pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest in a crushing bear hug, a chorus of "You're safe, sweetheart" and "I've got you" repeating over and over.

You're snapped from the memory by Joel's weary sigh. "It's my job to protect you and I nearly failed... again." You're heart sank on his last word, knowing exactly what he meant by "again". Pulling back, you gently cup Joel's face in both hands, staring compassionately into his tormented eyes.

"Don't do that, honey. Please. It was my fault." you asserted, shaking your head. "I suggested we split up, I let my guard down. That's on me." Joel released a small, humourless laugh, clearly not about to relinquish any of the blame and it guts you; to see what your carelessness has caused. "But do you know what's all on you?" you ask, your tone softening. Joel shot you a quizzical look. You wave a hand over the front of your body, Joel's gaze following your gesture.

"Me... here, alive and well. You saved my life today. If it wasn't for you I'd be dead... or worse," you shudder at the thought. "So, you see, you didn't almost fail. You saved me and I love you for it." Joel exhaled long and slow, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth. Joel lifted his hand to caress the back of your head and pulled you towards his face. His soft lips pressed against yours in a deep, lingering kiss. "I love you too, sweetheart, so damn much!"

The next morning as you, Joel and Ellie made your way towards the mess hall for breakfast, you can't help but notice the stares from passers-by. You were right about the black eye; the deep purple hue had bloomed overnight, the swelling causing your eyelid to slightly droop and a few bruises decorated your jaw. Even the area surrounding the bandage on your cheek was flushed red. You must be quite the spectacle right now. After collecting your food, the three of you joined Tommy and Maria at their table, as you do every morning, but this morning something felt... off.

A few times you could have sworn you'd heard yours and Joel's names mentioned in hushed tones, heads turning away from you quickly as you glance around. Joel and Tommy, being so deep in conversation, remained oblivious to the odd atmosphere, and Ellie was too busy shovelling food in her mouth - like it was her last ever meal - to pay attention to her surroundings. Maria, however picked up on your unease, also noticing the excessive looks and whispers in the hall. She looked to you, eyebrows raised in silent question, to which, you could only shrug in response.

Once you had finished your meal, you got up to take your tray to the used area, setting it down on the pile. Just as you turned to walk away you hear your name being called by Millie - one of the serving ladies. With her short, dumpy stature and short grey hair, she gave off the classic warm granny vibe. She's also a renowned gossip around town. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked in a breathy whisper. "Um... yeah?" You weren't really sure what she meant at first. When you noticed her concerned eyes darting all over your face you suddenly remember how ghastly you look. "Oh this..." you wave at your face, casually. "I got jumped by an infected yesterday. Knocked my face pretty bad but I'll be fine."

Millie didn't answer for a few seconds, her eyes flicking to your table, then back to you. "Are you sure?" she finally spoke, even quieter than before. "Of course." you tilt your head, wondering why she's acting so weird. "It's just..." Millie bit her bottom lip, nervously. "If you need someone to-" "Millie? Can you help me out in her for a minute?" came a shout from the kitchen. "I've got to go. You take care," she smiled sympathetically before rushing off into the kitchen, leaving you bewildered. "What the hell was that?" you muttered under your breath before returning to your seat.

Later that afternoon you were alone in the house when you heard a knock on the door. Maria stood on the other side, and one look at her face told you this isn't a social call. "Hi, can I speak to you?" she asked. "Sure, come in." You opened the door fully and stood aside, allowing her in. "Is everything okay?" you asked sitting on the settee opposite her. "Maybe I should be asking you that." "What?" Maria cleared her throat and shifted, uncomfortably. "Is... everything okay... between you and Joel?" "What do you mean? Why would there be something wrong?" you queried, taken aback at such an abrupt question.

"Look, if you don't feel safe enough to talk about it-" "Talk about what? What exactly are you insinuating?" You don't like how this sounds one little bit, but you want to hear her say it before you possibly jump to conclusions. Maria sat forward, looking you dead in the eye. "Y/N... did Joel do this to you?" There it is; what you were hoping she wasn't going to say. "Of course he fucking didn't!" You sprang to your feet, fists clenched at your sides. "You know what happened. I reported it yesterday when we got back!" "I know but-" "How could you even think Joel would do such a thing!" Maria raised her hands in a show of surrender.

"I'm sorry. It's just I heard he might have been... hurting you and as a member of the council I had to investigate. I'm also your friend," she continued, "and I just had be be sure." You can feel the blood in your veins boiling as the seconds tick by. "Who the hell has been spreading bullshit like that?!" "There have been rumours going around-" "Rumours!" you scoff. "And you believed them?" Maria stood up slowly, counteracting your indignation with calmness. "I'm not saying I believe them-" "It's obvious you do or why would you be here?"

"I just needed to know. We both know that Joel can be volitile-" "Oh trust me, I know how Joel can be. I travelled across the country with him, remember. I know what he's capable of and I also know what he would NEVER do! He'd never hurt anyone he loves. Your head is now throbbing from the anger bubbling under your skin, but you just can't stop yourself. "He's never laid a finger on me or Ellie and I won't have anyone spreading vicious lies like that!' "He's killed innocent people before. How can you be sure one day he won't-" That's fucking it, the last straw!

"Do you trust Tommy?! Do you fear what he might do one day?" you throw back at her, sarcastically. "Because Tommy killed innocent people too, or have you conveniently forgotten that?" Maria's demeanour hardened slightly at your judgement of her husband. Good. Now she knows how it feels. "Tommy was just following Joel's lead." "Oh don't give me that bullshit!" you snapped in frustration. "He's a grown ass man capable of making his own decisions, and he chose to do that. You can't keep making excuses for him, but still hold it against Joel." Maria remained silent, seeming to realise the truth of your words. You inhale a calming breath before continuing.

"Maria, you've got to let go of this constant animosity you feel for Joel. Yes, he's made some wrong choices in the past, but he's not that man anymore... just like Tommy isn't. And wether you like it or not he's your family now. If not for Joel's sake, do it for Tommy's. Joel means the world to him and you know it." After a few tense seconds Maria nodded slowly, looking slightly abashed. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. As a council member it's my job to keep the peace in Jackson, so I had to ask..." she steps closer to you, taking your hand in hers.

"As your friend, I believe you. I can see how much you love Joel. No one would be so fiercely protective over someone who hurt them." Your shoulders sag as the tension drains away. "Thank you." "You also make a fair point," Maria says. "It's true I've never been Joels biggest fan, and maybe I have been a bit harsh on him," she rubbed the back of her neck, awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I'll try to... make things right with him, I promise." You squeeze her hand back. "That's all I ask."

"So, we'll see you tomorrow for breakfast?" The sincerity and hope in her voice, softened you up a bit. "Sure, see you then," you smiled at her. Maria began to walk towards the door but stopped when you called her name. "If you hear anymore gossip-" "I'll be sure to set the record straight," She interjected. "Thank you." When the door closed and you were alone once again, you slumped back down into the settee, leaning your head over the back, bringing your hands to your face in exasperation.

The weak winter sun began to dip behind the mountains, casting looming shadows in the streets of Jackson. Joel was due home from maintenance duty any minute, so you put the kettle on to make him a cup of coffee before you head out together for dinner at the mess hall. Worry had been plaguing you all afternoon. You just hope word of these rumours hasn't reached joel's ears. As Joel entered the house - tired but otherwise in good spirits - you felt your worry settle, knowing he's none the wiser or he would have, rightfully, been a murderous mood.

The last thing you want is for Joel to have to deal with hearsay from sad busybodies with nothing better to do with their lives. If you can discreetly nip this in the bud without Joel having to know, that would be for the best. Joel sauntered into the living room after kicking his boots off, sitting down with a groan. Even though his back ached and knees creaked, he relished in the deep satisfaction that came at the end of a hard day's work. He never though he'd have the opportunity to live a normal ( well, as close to normal as you can get) life again.

Instead of smuggling and scraping to get by on a day to day basis, he now has the chance to do something honest and meaningful, and he'll never take that for granted again. "Hey honey," you greeted joel as you sat next to him, handing him his favourite tawny owl mug. "Thanks, darlin'," he smiled and kissed your forehead. You watched as he closed his eyes, savouring the rich flavour of coffee as he swallowed. "You look tired," your voice was a gentle whisper as you ran your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, knowing how it soothes him. "I'm okay," he said, stifling a yawn.

"How are you feeling? Any pain?" Joel gently brushed your hair behind your ear, examining your your face. "I'm fine. The swelling's actually starting to go down now." Joel smiled, relieved. He still blames himself for what happened but any indication that you're recovering is music to his ears. "MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES!" You both jumped half a mile in the air as Ellie barged through the front door, slamming it so hard behind her the whole thing rattled. "Whoa, whoa, easy. What happened?!"

Joel rushed over to Ellie, his shoulders tensing and fists balling. You've seen that posture many times on the journey here. A posture that screams "I will kill anyone who hurt you". "Stupid people running their fucking mouths. That's what fucking happened!" Ellie seethed as she ripped her jacket off and flung it on the floor. Oh god, Ellie. Please don't! "What the hell ya goin' on about?" Joel drawled, his Texan accent thickening as it always does when he's upset. "Oh you didn't hear? Well, you would have soon enough. People have been going around saying you gave Y/N those bruises."

"What the fuck?!" Joel roared, the muscles in his shoulders and arms visibly straining as anger flooded his body. Joel looked back to you, a mixture of disbelief and fury contorting his features. You dash over to him, resting a hand on his arm in support. "Joel, please ca-" "What the hell is wrong with people!" he continued to rant looking between you and Ellie. He felt sick to his stomach that anyone would even entertain the idea the he would hurt you. "I'll fucking kill whoever said that," he mumbled in an ominously dangerous tone as he began pacing back and forth. "I'll rip their goddamn tongues out for them. I'll make sure-"

"Joel!" Reaching out, you grab both of his shoulders, forcing him to stop and snap out of this manic descent he had slipped into. When his eyes landed on yours, the darkness swirling within them, melted away, replaced with a devastation that almost made you cry. Joel brought his hands to cup your face. "Darlin', you know I'd never do that." "You don't have to tell me that, honey." Joel brushed a thumb over your cheek, sighing and shaking his head. "Did you know?" You nod, pressing your lips together in a thin line. "Yeah. I was hoping to put an end to it without you having to know."

"What do you mean?" Joel asked, his brow furrowing. "Maria came by earlier..." Joels face slid into a cold stare. "Of course she did," he huffed with disdain. "Oh don't worry, honey. I had a few choice words for her. I told her, well, practically screamed at her that you'd never do such a thing. And if she hears anymore talk, to shut it down." "Even when the world goes to shit, people still love a gossip," Joel spat the last word out like it was a bad taste on his tongue. "So, did she believe any of it?" he asked, his expression hardening once more.

"I think at first she did." Joel rolled his eyes. "But after I corrected her," - you emphasized the word corrected - "She believed me." Joel huffed with scepticism. "Joel, I don't want you to worry about this okay. I'll take care of it." "We both will!" Ellie, who'd been watching the whole exchange in silent anger, piped up. "We're not gonna let them drag your name through the mud. I'll make them fucking eat it first!" You couldn't help but chuckle at Ellie's choice of words.

"Ellie, as much as I would love to see that... and help you, we can't just go around roughing people up. There's rules here for a reason, unfortunately," you muttered the last part under your breath. "So... what? We just sit back and let them slander Joel!" Ellie threw her hands in the air in irritation. "Absolutely not!" you retorted, determination settling into your voice." We show them just how wrong they are." Joel placed his hands on his hips, a typical stance for him when he's stressed. "And how exactly do we do that?" he asked, sounding defeated.

"By presenting a united front. We make them see how strong and happy we are, all of us..." You look to Ellie, then back to Joel. "We show them there's nothing to hide or be ashamed of, and then they'll have nothing to yap about." Taking Joel's hand, you give it a reassuring squeeze. "And if I hear just one more person bad mouthing you, I'll make sure they regret it." Joel's face softend into a grateful smile. He's not convinced he's worth such loyalty and devotion, but he can't deny the warmth spreading through his chest at the thought of his girls so eager to defend him. It's an odd feeling for him, as he's used to being the protector. He could secretly get used to this.

"It'll be okay. I promise," you say, not letting go of Joel's hand. "We've got your back, old man." Ellie slapped Joel on the back, drawing a chuckle from him. "Not that old, you little shit," he replied in mock offense. "Now... let's go," You moved to grab your coat and boots. "The mess hall is open and I'm starving."

On the way to dinner, you found yourself paying close attention to everyone you passed, noticing a few side eye glances and disapproving looks. And every time, you pulled Joel's arm further around your shoulder and nestled closer into his side, a silent sign to the doubters that you feel no fear or discomfort in his embrace, as you would expect from an abused victim. Dinner wasn't as bad as you were expecting. Maybe Maria's influence with the townsfolk is to thank for that.

However a few inevitable glimpses were thrown in your direction. A middle aged couple made the mistake of allowing their eyes to linger on you for too long as they passed your table and you just couldn't let that slide. "Something you want to say to us?" you narrowed your eyes at them, daring them to open their mouths. Joel's arm snaked it's way around your waist, his jaw ticking as he too, stared them down. The woman's colour left her puffy face, while her husband forced a placating smile.

"Um... uh no, no." You smiled smugly at the alarm the old man was trying and failing to keep from his voice. "Good. keep it that way," Joel growled. The nervous couple looked at one another and hurried on by. Ellie smirked, "Fuck yeah, man! That's how it's done." "Damn right," you agreed, triumphantly. You could feel Joel's whole body relax around you and you gave him a "we've got this" look.

It may take longer than you'd like for all this nonsense to die down, but no matter how long it takes, you'll prove Joel's innocence, one way or another. You remember a saying from "Before"; "it's not all men", and if it's the last thing you do, you're going to make damn sure everyone knows it's certainly not your man!

[blueberrybeomgyu]

leehan edging himself? FANTASTIC ill have 14 of them

1/14 coming right up!!! I actually had two ideas for this one, so I’m gonna write about one here and the second one i think i'll turn into a full fic, so look out for that, nonnie <33 i feel like self-edging is a bit hard to write a drabble on, but i did it anyway, sorry if it's lacking!! i'm also sorry if this doesn’t make sense, they’re just ideas!

bsf!leehan who…

can’t stop thinking about you when he jerks off, even if he tries to push thoughts of you away

you always manage to cross his mind anyway, and the second you do, he’s cumming quicker than he’d care to admit

eventually gives in and indulges in all of his perverted fantasies of you sucking him off, riding his face, fucking him until he can’t think anymore

wants to spend more time with the image of you in his head, so he denies his own orgasms

like riwoo, i’d say he’s pretty good at holding out, not losing his mind, he’s able to stave off the first two or three orgasms easily

sometimes he doesn’t even let himself cum at all, he knows about your sassy/bratty personality well, and likes to think you’d be kinda mean to him in that way

he’s so desperate for your touch, always on edge, and when your eyes or hands linger on him a little too long, he’s using all of the energy in his body to no buck his hips up into the air

he’d be hanging over at your apartment one day, and it’s laundry day, and you're out of underwear!! you tell him with a pout :(

follows you around like a puppy on a normal day, and today isn’t any different, but when you bend over to switch your clothes over to the dryer, he can see the outline of your cunt pressing against your shorts, and he has to pinch himself so hard it bruises to prevent himself from cumming on the spot.

he swears you’re doing this on purpose, throwing him mischievous smiles when you catch him staring at you, but he can’t be sure, so he suffers in silence (definitely won’t admit that he enjoys the game you’re playing)

lingers by the laundry room even after you’ve left, and takes the opportunity to snag a pair of dirty underwear from the hamper of clothes you haven’t gotten to yet, stuffing them in his pocket and putting on his nonchalant act when he joins you on the couch again. 

spends the rest of the evening half-listening to what you’re saying bc his mind is so focused on your panties sitting in his pocket

immediately falls into bed when he gets home that night, stuffs your dirty underwear in his mouth and fucks up into his fist and he looks so stupid, bet you’d call him pathetic as you grind your clit against his nose

he spends hours like that, pulling his hand off of his cock whenever he’s close to the edge and imagining it’s you denying him

he’d whimper desperately around the cotton in his mouth when he finally gets the release he’s been chasing, and it hits him so hard he passes out

wakes up the next morning and is so embarrassed about the state he finds himself in that he doesn’t talk to you for the next four days

✧･ﾟ: *

[bookshelf-dust]

strawberry love

patrick zweig x fem!reader

gif by @beelarson

word count: 2,037

warnings: swearing, a smidge of anxiety, this is a sort of situation where reader matches patrick’s freak aka they are smartasses to each other, flirting, a little drinking but both reader + p are of age

synopsis: patrick, your not-quite-boyfriend-but-might-as-well-be-because-you’re-both-down-bad, wants you to spend the night at his place. your anxious brain hates change in routine, and he does everything he can to make you comfortable.

a/n: first fic for the challengers boys!! i am very pleased with how this turned out and i think i’ve managed to get a hold of patrick’s mannerisms and his personality. this is also a bit of a new dynamic for me, but i think this fic’s atmosphere is a good one. happy reading <33

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You are so fucking grateful that Patrick is on the other end of this phone call and not sitting next to you because, if he was, he’d see how your fingers are shaking and lift them up, going “What’s this?” with that stupid fucking smirk of his. 

And he’d look at you in that teasing way that makes you hate him more than anything.

“So, what’re you thinking? Got some excuse as to why you won’t come spend the night at my place?”

You can hear the grin growing in size across his face. You’re sure he’s sitting back on his hands with the phone on speaker as if this is the most casual experience of his life. 

“Patrick, I—”

“Be honest with me here, angel. S’all I’m askin.’ We need a fuckin’ code or something now?”

“I’m just anxious as shit and any change in routine fucks with me and so that makes me not want to put my brain through that by coming over and also…it’s you.”

He laughs. “It’s me?”

“Yes! You’re too fucking relaxed all the time and you’ve always got your googly eyes on me a-and it’s like you want me to join a damn cult, Zweig!”

Patrick laughs even harder. “You need someone to counter your constant state of panic. And where else would I have my eyes?”

“Oh, fuck me sideways, you shithead.” He hears you slap your palm to your face. “Pain in my ass.”

“You want me to pick you up, pretty girl? I bet that’d ease some of your stress.”

You sigh, all dramatic and high-pitched. Your heart is doing somersaults against your rib cage. That would help, actually. Then you don’t have to plan what time to leave, accommodate for traffic, shove all your shit in the car and let your thoughts engulf you on the ride over. 

“Y-yeah, fine. Whatever.”

Patrick knows that tone. “Hey. You know I’m gonna take care of you for real, right? That I just wanna see you and get you to be present for a little, yeah?”

Your voice softens. “I know, Patrick. Just let me pack an overnight bag, okay? And text me when you’re on the way.”

“Why don’t you pack a few extra things? You know, just in case you can’t get enough of me and need to stay a few more nights.”

You hang up the phone, leaving Patrick giggling to himself against his kitchen counter. 

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Patrick’s lips are warm when he kisses both your cheeks in quick succession. “Hi, dove.” He takes your bag from your shoulder and walks off toward his bedroom, putting your things down next to his dresser. 

He’s back quicker than should be humanly possible, bringing that cocky ass smile with him. 

“So what, you come over and don’t even want a hug from your favorite person on the planet?”

You grin, and he flushes with excitement over that victory. “Oh, fuck off,” you say, walking into his arms. 

He smells faintly of nicotine and mints, probably those ones that Sonic gives you because he has a stockpile of them in his glove box.

His chest is firm and hot beneath you, and when you press your cheek to it your mind races with thoughts you don’t want it to have. So naturally, you pull away slightly, keeping your hands on his hips. It makes him bite his lip. 

“You smoke today?” you ask, raising a brow.

“Yeah, why, you want one?”

“You keep it up, I'm not gonna be able to hug my favorite person on the planet that much longer. Pretty pink lungs gonna fuck you over.”

He lowers his head and levels with you. “You want me to quit?”

“I can’t make you, Patrick.”

He bites the inside of his cheek. He loves how you say his name.

“Oh, you could make me do anything, baby.” His teeth shine at you, and you swat his stomach. You go to push him away but he grabs your waist and starts kissing all over your face, the top of your head, the tips of your ears. He does it again and again in an effort to make you laugh. 

When you feel his fingers dance at your sides you escape him, “Don’t fucking try it!”

When the laughter in the room dies out, Patrick takes your hand and walks you to the kitchen. “Come on. I’ll make you a drink.”

You sit on one of his two barstools, stifling a laugh at the pitiful creak it makes. “Do you even have anything other than beer or whiskey? Because I don’t want either of those.” 

Patrick opens the refrigerator, motioning as if he’s clutching an aching chest. “C’mon, angel, don’t hurt my feelings. You think I wouldn’t buy the things I know my baby likes?” 

You brace your elbows on the counter and try to peek in the fridge. It’s not necessary though because he’s pulling out a container of frozen strawberries for you to see. 

“You got me stuff for—” 

“Strawberry daiquiris? Duh.” 

He places two bottles of rum on the counter, one full and the other half empty. You watch as he moves around the kitchen, gathering up the parts to the blender, which are for some reason in different cabinets. He gets out these fancy glasses (his only ones) someone gave him one time. 

“And,” he starts, “I remembered that you like it with a little less rum than most recipes call for so you’ll actually enjoy it.”

You tilt your head at him. He’s so pretty and he remembered all that shit just for you. “Lean over here for a sec, Patrick.”

He does as you say without question, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. You press a kiss to the tip of his nose. He loves that. The first time you did it he tackled you and asked you to do it again and again. 

You kiss his forehead and then the back of this hand, because boys should have their hands kissed too. 

Patrick’s cheeks are on fire. You take his face in your hands and let your gaze travel over each and every one of his pretty freckles. Your thumb rubs across his bottom lip and he moves closer, desperate for you to do anything. To give him anything. 

“Thank you for bringing me over here just to liquor me up,” you quip, your smile growing fast, eyes crinkling with humor. 

He nips the palm of your hand. “Yep. Just hopin’ to get you relaxed enough so you’ll confess your love for me, princess.”

You move away from his grasp, grinning softly at him and thinking how easily you’d confess that to him anyway. “Get back to work now, Zweig. Your strawberries have captivated me. And the curly straws.” 

His laughter is contagious.

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Two strawberry daiquiris, and some of Patrick’s later, your anxious brain has finally settled down. You feel completely calm, and being with him makes you feel so comfortable that you don’t worry about adapting to a new space.

You register that he’s been distracting you all evening. He made your favorite drink, he’s been showering you with affection, he put on an episode of Jeopardy because he knows you like that smart feeling you get when you answer a question right. 

You’re laying on his chest, one hand snaked up underneath his sweatshirt to rest on the soft of his stomach. His skin is unbelievably warm and your fingers run back and forth over the short trail of curls there. 

“Who is Donald Sutherland, dumbass,” you say, annoyed that no one knew who played Mr. Bennet in Joe Wright’s adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. 

Patrick’s hand pushes under your shirt and rests on your spine. He starts scratching your skin lightly, up and down, up and down. You blink up at him. “That feels good.”

“Yeah? All you gotta do is ask and I’ll do it.”

“Well, will you please keep scratching my back for me, Patrick? It’s very soothing. Keeps me present.”

“‘Course I will, angel.”

“I know you like your physical affection,” you say, squeezing his hip lovingly. He kisses the top of your head as if to confirm your statement. 

“Have I succeeded in providing an anxiety-free sleepover environment for my girl?”

You push up onto your elbows so you can make eye contact with him. He leans his head back a little bit, teasingly making himself look more serious as if you don’t always have his full attention. 

Your eyes move from his to his lips and back. You start to nod. “You have. It feels like all the outside stressors don’t exist here.”

Patrick leans into your hand when you put it against his cheek. He is beaming. 

“You wanna go to bed, dove?”

“Yes, please.”

Patrick heaves you upward and over his shoulder, making you howl with laughter. You both get ready for bed quietly, doing your respective routines and getting everything settled. 

You meet Patrick in bed, padding over to the mattress in your panties and a big t-shirt. Your hands are keeping the shirt pulled down on instinct, making it look like a dress. When he sees you, he thinks he might combust. It takes everything in him not to. 

You’re so fucking sweet and perfect and gorgeous and you’ve got no clue. And you’re in his bedroom, pushing onto his bed and laying with him. Him, of all people. 

You roll onto your side and face him. He’s a little stubbly and his curls are a mess, but somehow he looks more gorgeous like this than when he’s all prettied up. He smells like toothpaste and that Old Spice deodorant he uses. Your bare knee brushes his, but neither of you move away.

Your gaze falls on the only source of light in the room aside from the moon; the children’s night light that looks like a tennis ball. Art got him that as a Christmas gift, and Patrick would be lying if he said he didn’t actually like it. 

You move your hand close enough to his body that you can feel the warmth of him, but not enough that you make any more contact. 

“Patrick, I don’t think friends treat each other the way we treat each other.” You realize your fingers are trembling. 

His smile lines grow as a grin spreads across his face. “You think so?” he asks, sarcasm dripping from every word. 

You nod, still looking at the tennis ball. Then his fingers are on your chin, coaxing you into looking at him. “D-do you think we should be more than friends?” 

Patrick’s hand hasn’t left your face. His thumb traces over your eyebrow. “I think we already are.”

“Could we maybe m-make that definitive?”

“Is this you really confessing your love for me?”

You roll your eyes so hard you might as well have rolled out of the bed. “Fuck off.” You swat at his chest and attempt to move away from him. 

He’s laughing and then he’s pulling you flush against his body, securing you there with a firm arm around your back. “You want me to be your boyfriend, don’t you?”

“I hate you.”

“Well, yeah. And I want you to be my girlfriend, angel.”

“So I can make googly eyes at you as often as you do me now?”

He squeezes the fat of your hip. “Oh, you already do. You just don’t notice how obvious it is that you’re infatuated with me. You looked like you wanted to eat me alive in the kitchen earlier.”

“The bad part is that I know you’d let me.”

“So you don’t deny the allegations?” He holds his fist up to your mouth, mimicking a microphone. 

“No, Patrick. I do want you to be my boyfriend. And I want to do this all the time. I hate how easy you make everything.” He chuckles, biting his thumbnail. “It’s not natural to be this calm. And I hate that you’ve made me a sap.” His brow raises just before you continue, “I brought clothes for like, three nights.”

Patrick hugs you to him so quickly, laughing into your cool skin. 

“I fucking knew you would.”

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[lis-likes-fics]

Bells, Bells, Bells

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word Count: 3k words Prompt: Double penetration Warnings: NSFW, swearing, threesome, double penetration, fingering, lots of lube, anal, use of anal plug, use of safe word, pnp, p in v, p in a, aftercare, they're all pathetic actually... A/N: I was working on a completely different fic and then got completely stuck so I started writing this instead and, well this got done a lot quicker so... Anyway, this is basically just porn with no plot bc plot would've taken a bit. Hope you enjoy. Also A/N: This is also my first time writing anal so...bear with me, guys.

You whimper when the bed dips next to you, your arms trembling as they hold you up underneath you. There are goosebumps all over your body plaguing your skin and making it hard to pretend like you're chill about all of this.

Steve, sitting in front of you, just raises a hand to your cheek and smiles reassuringly as his thumb grazes your skin. You lean into his hand and shut your eyes.

Behind you, Eddie chuckles lightly and inoffensively. “Relax, sweetheart. I haven't even touched you yet.” Then his hand sets gently on the bare skin of your ass and smooths there. “Get closer to Stevie. He'll help you.”

On hands and knees, you take a couple steps more toward him until your hands are planted on either side of his crossed legs. Your head rests momentarily on his shoulder before he pulls you back to lay a long kiss on your lips. You lean in some more, humming lightly against his lips.

“Good girl. There ya go,” Eddie whispers. “Just breathe for me, baby, and relax. Or it's not gonna be easy. Got me?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“You remember the safe words?” he asks, his tone still calming and guiding but holding just as much gravity.

You nod. “Bells means I'm good. Puppet means slow down. Whiskey to stop.”

“Good girl,” Steve says this time, petting your head and kissing your forehead.

Eddie sets his hands on your butt, smoothing his palms over the skin before spreading your cheeks apart. “‘Kay, just relax, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers.

You flinch when you feel him squeeze out some of the same cold, wet lube from before over the pretty blue plug still nestled between your cheeks.

You'd never done anything like this before. A couple hours before, you told Steve and Eddie that you wanted to try something new. They always had to take turns when you got intimate, one in front and one in back. But you wanted to see what it would be like to take them both at once.

So they pulled out their—thoroughly cleansed—plug and worked with you for a while to get you ready to put it in. It was a tight squeeze, but they were both so encouraging through the whole process of stretching you out enough to comfortably take it. It's been a couple hours since they put it in, to get you nice and ready for them, and now they had to take it out.

So here you are, hands and knees with Steve holding your face and Eddie spreading a generous amount of lube over the plug and your puckered hole.

“‘Kay, I'm gonna pull it out. Need you to push a little for me, sweets. Okay? It's gonna be kinda weird, but you'll be fine.” Eddie says.

You nod, “‘Kay.” Doing just as he says, you push a little as he grabs a hold of the handle of the plug and begins to, very slowly, pull it out.

Distracting you, Steve captures your lips with his own and muffles your stiff moan. As you stretch around the apex of the plug, you hold your breath as he manages to pull the rest of it out. All of you sigh as it finally comes out.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Eddie asks.

Steve nods, pulling away from your lips. “She's good. Just not used to it. Right, baby?” he asks gently. You hum in agreement.

“Where are you at?” Eddie asks.

“Bells.”

He sighs gently, reassured. “Okay, good. You look good. You'll be loose enough for me now.”

You all agreed that it would be better for Eddie to take the back: Steve was thicker than him, and it would have been too much of a stretch—especially for the first time. He didn't mind.

You nod, returning Steve's smile as he strokes your cheeks. Your legs tremble slightly, the anticipation eating away at you as you breathe gently.

Eddie's hands stroke your cheeks, bending over your body to kiss the back of your neck. “Like I said before,” he speaks gently, “it's gonna feel kinda weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it. From there…it's heaven, baby.”

You chuckle lightly. “You'd know all about that, huh?” you tease, glancing at Steve mischievously. He laughs with you, looking at Eddie behind you with a smug look.

Eddie snorts. “Please, you know Steve's a bigger bottom than me.”

You laugh again. “You're both bottoms. Even with me sometimes.”

He shrugs, amused and happy that you're happy. Lightly smacking your ass, he shakes his head. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Breathing in, you let out a long sigh and nod. “I'm ready.”

Eddie spreads another generous amount of lube over his cock, pumping himself a couple times before lining up with you. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbles.

Steve takes your face and pulls you in for another kiss. You grunt against his lips as you feel the head of Eddie's cock pushing against your hole, then pushing past to go deeper and deeper, slowly seating inside of you bit by bit as his hands hold you tightly by your hips.

The feeling is foreign, pushing deeper into you as you distract yourself with the feeling of Steve's tongue smoothing over your bottom lip.

But then, Eddie's hips meet your behind and the tension snaps.

Your lips slip off of Steve’s as you melt against him, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his chest on a long sigh. Steve chuckles lightly. “There ya go,” he hums, glancing up at Eddie, whose face is just as blissfully fazed as your own.

Eddie starts pulling out, still slow as he allows you to get used to the feeling before he’s pushing back in again after his long thrust. Pushing all the way back in, another sigh breaches your lips as the tiniest moan slips from you. Your limbs feel like jelly, and it’s so strange to you as you lay there with no strength in your body to sit back up, perfectly content to just lay against Steve.

“How are we doing?” Eddie questions, his voice strained as his own pleasure begins to tickle at his throat.

It takes a moment as you take a choppy breath in. “Bells,” you whimper in a slurred tone.

“Good girl,” he nods. He does that for a while, keeping it steady as the both of you get used to each other. Steve watches, his hardening cock almost painful as the two of you enjoy the other. Your moans start to grow as Eddie continues steadily rocking in and out of you.

After a moment, still stroking your cheek, Steve whispers to you. “You think you’re ready for me yet?”

Glancing up at him, you nod. The word slips out in the middle of a moan, “Bells.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head as his hand eases underneath you and slips between your thighs, his fingers teasing your folds, “You’re such a good girl.”

Normally, you’d thank him, but your lips are so slack from the pleasure that it’s hard to form the words. His thick fingers sink into you, pushing your lower lips apart in order to massage your tight pussy.”Jesus,” he mumbles under your breath. You’re so wet for him already, your arousal mixed with the lube has made you slick and slippery and perfect for him.

Steve lays back so he’s underneath you, his hands on your waist and his cock laying against his belly. He strokes himself in his hand a couple times before lining up with you. “You ready?” he asks, his voice gentle against your ears.

You nod. “Bells.”

He licks his bottom lip as he chuckles lightly. Eddie slows to a stop behind you, nodding at Steve before he’s pushing inside of you. A long groan slips from both your chests as Steve sheaths himself inside. The stretch, although stinging at first, is delightful as you rest your head on his chest.

You nod quickly, “Bells, bells.”

Steve begins his own slow rhythm at your consent, Eddie joining along as the two of you start a steady pace. You squeeze your eyes shut as your jaw hangs wide open. A curse falls from your lips, and you can’t help but to clench your fists in the pillow behind Steve’s head.

It feels so good. Much better than you thought it would. While you lay there, blissed out, the boys just keep stroking in and out of you with the pleasure building within themselves.Their rhythm builds, picking up a bit as they begin to chase the pleasure. You’re so tight, even tighter now with both of them stuffed inside of you like this. And you feel so full. You wonder briefly how you could’ve gone this long without feeling so full.

The drags of their cocks thrusting in and out of you is addictive, and you can hardly think past the feeling of them as the air you keep gasping for dries out your throat.

It’s when Eddie’s steady rhythm starts to build a little more than you’re ready for that your moans start to become whinier. You grip the sheets tight, burying your face in Steve’s neck as you try to calm yourself down before you freak out at the rougher pace Eddie’s adopted. It’s warm now, and you can feel it getting hotter and hotter.

Eddie grips your waist tight, rocking your hips slightly to meet his thrusts. You’ve just been squeezing around him so well, he needed to feel more of you as he felt himself building up, up, up–

“Mm-fuck. Eddie, puppets—puppets!”

As soon as the word falls from your lips, he eases up on you until his quickened thrusts have become slower, tempered thrusts in and out of you, his loud breath adjusted to fit the pace as well. “Sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says quickly, bending down so his chest presses to your back, his lips caressing the back of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

Steve’s own eyes have shot open as he slows to a complete stop, his hand coming back to your cheek to ease you down. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers to you as you lean into him some more. Then, looking at Eddie, he nods gently to reassure him, “You’re okay. She’s good. We’re good.”

You feel fuzzy, both their gentleness seeping into your bones and soothing your skin until your scorched nerves are merely little tingles throughout your body. You nod slowly, coming down from your slight panic as you focus on the gentler rock of Eddie’s hips.

“Are you good?” Eddie whispers into your ear, one of his hands stroking your sides to help soothe you some more. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop? If you want me to stop, we’ll stop. Talk to me, sweetheart.” He kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head, sighing gently and leaning back up against him. “I’m okay,” you whisper back. “Don’t stop, I’m good.”

You all take a moment, with your eyes closed and your breath steadying, with both their eyes on you and their breaths still to listen to yours. The tension eases from your brow, and your lips part to let out a gentle puff of air as the heat transforms back into bliss.

Steve’s hand strokes the side of your neck. “D’you want me to move, baby?”

You nod. “Yes, please.”

So Steve begins again, easing into you. Slow and steady, steady and slow. You ease into the pleasure again, focusing on both of them and the shaking in your limbs from the euphoria venturing your system.

Another moment passes, and you nod again. “Bells,” you sigh. “Both of you.”

And they comply, bringing their paces back up to a quicker but just as gentle movement. And as the moment eases, you’ve all returned to heaven. You squeeze around them both, unable to help yourself as you let your body succumb to the pleasure.

You moan as you lave lazy kisses along Steve’s collarbone. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you securely around him so you have no choice but to lean all of your weight on top of him. He welcomes in, finding comfort in the feeling of it.

Eddie keeps rocking into you with the same pace as Steve, careful not to lose himself again and hurt you. He’d die before he ever hurt you on purpose. Your moans mix with their own, hot and heavy and full of the same lust for the others.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good.”

Steve nods, tangling one of his hands in the hair at the back of your scalp as he holds you there, careful not to hurt you in any way. “Yeah? You like it?”

You nod lazily. “Mm-hm.”

He huffs at the way you flutter around him. “You wanna cum for us, babygirl?”

You nod again, quicker this time. “Please.”

One of Eddie’s hands lets you go in favor of finding your little clit, pulsing against his finger as he presses against it. You keen into his touch, your eyelids fluttering and your moan sigh turning into a whimpering moan. You curse again.

Steve’s eye clench shut and he leans his head back against the pillow. His pink lips part to let out a harsh sigh as he nods. “Just like that, Eddie. She’s fucking squeezin’ me.”

Eddie grunts, thrusting his hips forward and lingering deep within you for a moment. “Fuckin’ tell me about it.”

The pleasure sparks in your limbs, in your belly, behind your eyes as you moan into Steve’s neck. He leans his head forward to bury his face in the crook of your own neck, inhaling your scent and letting it cloud his brain.

A string of curses falls from your lips as the pleasure rises within you. It rises and rises and rises until you can’t hold it anymore. The tension snaps, crashing down on you like a tidal wave as you fall apart, closing your eyes and clenching every muscle in your body. You moan, loud, helpless, blinded by the euphoria that fills your body. Your thighs tremble and you flutter around them as you push them closer to their own releases.

Eddie’s the next to go, pulling out of you quickly as he takes his cock in his hands and pumps himself, fast and rough as his lips part. A loud moan spills from his lips as his cum spills on your back, groaning your name and a few “fuck, fuck, fuck”s. He throws his head back and announces his pleasure to the ceiling.

And, like clockwork, Steve follows, pulling all the way out and shouting his praise. “F-f-fuck, I love you.” His hips cant into you, seeking out the squeeze of your pussy when met with the cold of the air. He chokes when Eddie’s hand grips his cock and strokes, coating his palm in the rest of Steve’s cum.

As the pleasure wanes and the crashing waves become gentle laps on the shore, you fall limp atop Steve’s chest. You rest your head on him and let out a long sigh, your eyes lidded and your mind mush. You couldn’t be more satisfied.

Catching his breath, Eddie’s large hands smooth against your ass and up your sides, feeling you and kneading your flesh to work out any kinks you may have acquired.

And he’s the one to clean you up as he nearly limps to the tiny bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean the three of you up with. He takes extra care of wiping his sticky release from your back, bending down and kissing your shoulder as he does.

And, once you’re clean, he collapses on the bed next to you and Steve, throwing his arms lazily over your back and burying his face in his pillow. You don’t think he can breathe.

Steve’s hand strokes your back in slow, gentle circles as his other works through Eddie’s tangled hair. Both of you are jelly against him, weak and honestly pathetic.

“Fuck,” you manage to whisper, though your vocal chords fight you and your brain complains at the unnecessary sound.

Eddie hums, lifting his head to tilt to the side so he can finally breathe. Steve, still stroking you, smiles and says, “You think that’s something you wanna do again?”

“Are you kidding?” you huff, your words heavy and slurred in your mouth. “We can never do it any other way again.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest and rumbling against you. Eddie joins him, lifting an arm to lay his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp with the very tips of his fingers. Your eyes flutter closed, unable to fight the relaxation it pulls from you. You’re limp and pliant, and he’s content in watching the softness in your face.

Steve sighs before tapping your side lightly. “Okay. My turn,” he says, easing you off of him as he sits up. Your eyes follow him lazily, your brows pulled together in question. He can’t possibly think you have the energy for another go… He can’t possibly have the energy for another go.

Eddie turns onto his back, just as confused. “Your turn for what?” he asks, almost daring him to suggest another round.

Instead, Steve rounds the bed and pulls the covers from under both your bodies. He bends down quickly and kisses both your lips, even as you continue to give him your questioning looks. Getting back in, he lays down and rests his head on Eddie’s chest, letting out a loud and long sigh as he relaxes against him, closing his eyes.

You giggle, taking the other side as you nestle into the crook of Eddie’s neck. He laughs, trying to keep it light as he tangles his fingers in Steve’s hair and massages his scalp gently. You see him go limp, the tension leaving his body as he almost immediately falls asleep, as though Eddie had shut him off.

You stroke Steve’s cheek with your thumb, as he had done to you. Eddie’s hand strokes your side. Just like that, you feel the pull of sleep beginning to take you as well. You can barely hold your eyes open as you’re mumbling a tiny “love you” to Eddie and an unconscious Steve.

Eddie smiles, kissing your forehead. “Love you, too.”

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[fuckingstrange]

Wrecked

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WARNINGS: PWP/Porn without plot, straight into the smut, rough sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, overstimulation (r receiving), this is incredibly gay, anal sex, also hand job?, Idk how to fucking tag shit right I'm so sorry, Pet names (Baby, Good boy) used to reader bc no y/n will ever grace my page, dirty talk?, A dash of aftercare, SMUT!!!, no beta we make typos like grandpa using speech to text

WORDS: 725?+

PAIRING: Aaron Hotchner x m!reader

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A/n: Omg two fics in like one week??? Or two days?? I feel like I've returned to my Christmas Ficlist days...

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The electricity that runs through your body feels like less than death but more than life, each slam of Hotch’s hips against you stinging like a swat with a spoon, but feeling amazing when he hammers into that sweet spot. He's been going at it for nearly two hours, dragging as many orgasms out of you as he can.

Crying and trembling, voice hoarse as you unleash moan after moan, cry after cry, he still doesn't stop. Pumping your cock with his free hand, covered in the loads of cum from your three previous orgasms, you swear your heart could stop at any moment.

The pounding in your chest is as rough as the pounding against your ass, his own groans echoing in your ear as he mumbles sweet nothings, pure praises for lasting so long.

“Doing so- so fucking good, Lookin’ so pretty like this. All- All wrecked, so loud for me.” Hotch’s voice barely breaks through over the ringing in your ears.

He leans up, having originally been caging over you with his head dipped towards your shoulder, grabbing onto one of your legs with his free hand to push it out further, making him reach even deeper. Managing to move even faster, even quicker and even rougher, he slams into you like this is the last time he's gonna ever get the pleasure of fucking you.

Your moans have fallen into short gasps, low pants being exhaled beside a whine warning him of your next impending orgasm. A shaky hand lifts to grab at his upper arm, blunt nails digging in to leave crescent moon shapes within the skin as his thick cock stabs at your prostate even quicker than before, his hips having found the perfect angle to hit it each time.

“Aaron, Aar-’n,” You practically chant as he continues to build you towards another release. Your trembling gasps don't deter him, the sound of you calling out for him instead just encouraging him to move faster.

Hotch has to refrain from biting down on his lower lip, having already made it bleed before when he tried holding off his first orgasm. Bringing himself to a second, and you to a forth, he puts all his effort into helping you get through it.

“Right here, I'm right here, baby.” He huffs out, head lolling back as he lets out a few moans of his own. “Come on, You've got this. One last time for me, just one more.”

Becoming boneless beneath him, your hand falls from his arm to drop on the bed beside you, taking all he has to offer at this point. Your eyes flutter open to look up at him, vision blurred but not enough that you can't see just how gorgeous he looks above you. It's enough to make your breath catch as your cock pulses, spitting out what left you have to offer as you choke out a cry.

Hotch gives a last few thrusts before he's coming, pressing as deep in you that he can reach. His body shudders as his hand on your cock falters, feeling it twitch and pulse in his hand as cum covers his fingers and drips onto your stomach.

Falling forward to hover over you again, the hand on your hip slides up to rub your side, careful to avoid spreading the semen around on your stomach. He takes a good few minutes to regain his composure before kissing your cheek, asking “Do you want me to get a bath going? Or just wipe you off?”

You'd probably be able to offer more than just a weakly whispered “Rag,” as an answer if you weren't so spent, eyes already trying to fall shut from how exhausted you are after being pushed to the limit.

Hotch doesn't pull away until he can feel you soften in his hand, reaching down to help pull himself out while kissing over each shut eyelid. He slips out of the bed, quickly heading to the bathroom to grab a rag out from the sink’s cabinet and wet it with warm water before returning.

Sitting down beside you he reaches over to wipe the cum off your softened cock and stomach, watching you relax further into the bed from the warm cloth. By the time he's finished wiping you up, he can already hear you snoring.

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Easily fill his shoes part 2 (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Thank you for all the love on part 1! Phillip Graves just does something to my brain that I can't explain. The way this is mapped out this could be a series if yall are interested. I had to repost this due to some technical issues.

She's got a boyfriend anyway... part 1

fem reader! mentions of boyfriend (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT (shower scene)!!! swearing, pet names, cheating, sexual tension, unprotected, penetration (first time writing smut bare with me here)

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A streak of light from the open window caused you to wince awake, sitting up and looking around recalling the events from last night. Next to you, the dirty blonde Commander still sleeping. Seeing him in this setting was so intimate, sharing a bed and waking up together felt domestic, and it felt natural. Morning looked good on Graves, he looked peaceful, very different from the man you were used to seeing on missions. 

Before he could wake up you slipped out of the Commander’s room, still in the borrowed shirt, as you snuck down the hallway praying not to get noticed by another Shadow member. Finally reaching your room, you rushed in, slamming the door a bit too hard in an attempt to get out of the open hallway quicker. 

“Fuck me,” you mumbled to yourself, back pressed up against the door as the thought of having to explain this to your boyfriend loomed over you. 

“Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”Graves' words from last night haunted you, that boyfriend problem. How were you supposed to go about this, and once you did, where did that leave you and Phillip? 

The what-ifs started to give you a headache as you wandered towards the bathroom, hoping a shower would bring some clarity to the situation ahead of you. Turning towards the mirror, as you waited for the water to warm up, your infidelity was evident with the hickeys on your neck. You traced your fingers up and down the marks, recalling the feeling of the Commander connecting and tugging at your neck. As your thoughts progressed, the mirror fogged up with steam from the hot shower. 

Finally slipping off Phillip’s shirt you hopped in, praying for some relief in the water. Just as you were alone with your thoughts, a knock at your door trampled your peace. 

“Who is it?” you screamed from the bathroom. No answer but you heard the door opening.

“I swear to god I will kill whoever is coming here while I’m showering, fuck off”, hoping whoever it was would finally speak up. No answer again, but this time the bathroom door was being pushed open.

“If that’s how you greet the man whose bed you slept in last night, then I would hate to be your boyfriend doll”, that damn southern accent, fucking Graves, letting himself in as usual. 

Your head peeked around the shower curtain, “What do you want I'm busy”, Phillip being in your bathroom while you stood naked on the other side of a thin curtain was a testament to your willpower. You were already losing the battle. 

Phillip leaned up against the wall facing you in the shower, he looked too good for just waking up. He donned flannel pajama bottoms, a thin white shirt, and a gray zip-up. Your brain was fried just looking at him. 

“You gonna let me join you in there or just stare at me out here”, Graves’ smirked, cursing him out in your mind, the effect he had on you was not normal. 

“Only room for one, sorry Phillip”, you spat back, as you closed the shower curtain, hoping to hide from the teasing.

“I'm sure I could squeeze in somewhere darling, don't you think? Would you make room for me? I'm sure it's tight but I’ll fit”, his voice was low, he was well aware of what he was doing.

Your knees were weak, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding through your whole body, as you tried to muster up a response. Don't let him win this game, you told yourself. 

“That depends Commander, how big are you?”, you heard him cough, trying to clear his throat. You peeked back out of the shower, “You alright Phillip?”, a disapproving look was thrown your way.

Your eyes wandered down Graves’ body seeing the bulge in the flannel pants growing bigger. “Eyes up here darlin’, you got a boyfriend don't forget”. Ouch, he wasn't wrong but damn did he really have to remind you? “Speaking of that boyfriend, got a chance to fix that problem?” 

“I was going to soon, just hadn't gotten around to it yet, I just woke up cut me some slack,” Graves shrugged at this response like it wasn't good enough for him. He was waiting for you to say you had cut it off, you'd let him down. 

“Phillip, I've been with him for 3 years, I can't just shoot him a text saying I cheated on him with my commander,” 

“Hm, that's what I would've done but whatever suits you doll”, Graves winked at you, he was just trying to piss you off now. It was silent between the two of you, not sure what was going to happen next.

Before you knew it, Phillip was stripping off his jacket and white t-shirt. Your eyes widened from a combination of shock and excitement of seeing the Commander shirtless in front of you, your eyes scanned his chest and abs like it was the first time ever seeing a man. 

“What are you doing Graves”, you could feel heat rising to your cheeks, and it wasn't just from the hot shower water. 

“Joining you, as I said, you better make some room”, a toothy grin was shot your way as you watched as the Commander slipped off the flannel bottoms, unable to take your eyes away. It was magnetizing. 

Phillip, now just in boxers, which were visibly tight around his cock. He peeled back the shower curtain to reveal where you had been hiding from his eyes. Kicking off his boxers he stepped into the shower, where you were waiting for him. 

“Commander,” you whispered looking up at him.

“Shhh, you already got me testing my morals as you got a boyfriend, don't make me question getting in here with you now”, Graves mumbled back to you as his hands snaked around your waist pulling you in closer. 

“Wonder who gave these to you”, Phillip brought a hand to your neck, and using the back of his fingers, he dragged up and down your bruised neck. “These ain't from that boyfriend are they?”

Your breath hitched as you watched your Commander examine you, “No…” you stuttered, struggling to get a response out, your thoughts clouded as Phillip's hands continued to pull you in. 

“Yeah thought so, doubt that boyfriend could get you squirming like this”, Graves’ arrogance was through the roof. “I could easily fill his shoes ya know?”

“I’d like to see you try Graves”, the water from the shower still flowing down around the both of you. Once that sentence left your lips, Philip took it as an invitation as he pushed you against the shower wall with a feverish kiss. 

Your lips tangled together, feeling hot and dizzy your hands went to his chest for some sort of balance praying your knees didn't fail you. Graves pulled back from the kiss, immediately going to work on your neck, his favorite place. Your head turned slightly giving him more room to explore, as a small moan escaped your lips.

“Good girl,” Phillip mumbled into your ear, now you were fully grasping onto his shoulders for support, eyes closed shut.

All of sudden the water stopped, your eyes shot open. Graves’ gave a reassuring look as he grabbed the underneath of your thighs lifting you up, instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he carried you into your bedroom. 

Laying you onto the bed, your lips reconnected to his in another kiss. This one was different, it felt passionate, it had meant something to the both of you. “This alright sweetheart?”, you nodded back to the Commander who was over top of you.

Graves motioned you to turn around, obliging to the request you flipped onto your stomach, elevating yourself on your hands and knees. Months of sexual tension all coming apart at this moment. You felt a hand on the small of your back as Graves positioned himself as he slowly pushed inside, moans escaping both of your lips at the new sensation. 

His pace started slow to give you time to adjust to his size, “Faster please Phillip”, Graves taking note grabbed the back of your hair lightly to adapt to your request. The sensation overwhelmed you, Graves took note of the way you responded to the added thrust. 

“C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” your Commander grunted from behind you.

“Graves I’m close”, you started to squirm from the overwhelming pressure building. “Let it out darling, come for me”, Phillip’s words of encouragement sent you over the edge as he rode you through your high. Phillip followed shortly after, “Fuckkkkk," he stuttered as he finished, slowly pulling out. 

Both of you collapsed onto the bed next to each other, both out of breath. Phillip raised an arm as you inched closer to rest your head on his chest, as his arm came down around your back holding you close to him. 

“Me or him”

“You, Phillip,”

“Then break up with that boyfriend of yours now please, for me darling”. 

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I hope this lived up to the expectations, I have an idea for a part 3 started already!

[harrysmimi]

CEOrry Pt. 2

Synopsis: just even of YN and Harry fighting and making up in a civil over icecream

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Kayla was in the kitchen when she heard the front door being slammed shut, next thing she saw was YN barging into her room.

She was quick to follow her best friend in. YN just broke down crying. This whole thing has already been taking a toll on her emotionally and her mother pressuring her from back home. She regrets ever sharing it with her mother.

"YN, what happened darling?" Kayla asked, confusedly, "come here!" She pulled her best friend in a tight hug.

"It was my fault, right?" She sobbed, "it has to be my fault. I wasn't being careful. I slipped. That shouldn't have happened. I would have been done with it quicker. I just want to go home, I feel sick."

"I know, I know." Kayla shushed her, "but it wasn't your fault YN, trust me. It wasn't."

"But I slipped. I lost the babies. There were two of them." She shared, "both of them."

"What?" Kayla was in utter surprise. "You were going to have twins?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"YN, babe trust me, it wasn't your fault. And these things have higher rate of failure, you've got to trust me."

"I know, but it still hurts." YN admitted, "you know I told myself I'll not get attached to this baby or babies, but I failed on that too. I just couldn't save them. And I've always wanted to be mother, guess I shouldn't now."

"YN, you don't have to so hard on yourself." Kayla sighed and pulled her away from the hug, "look at me. You're doing god's work here. You're willingly helping someone have a baby, which is a blessing. You're literally blessing someone with a bundle of joy. And I know for sure when you're a mother, you're going to be a badass mother. And you know I want you to be god mother of my children one day. I wouldn't trust just anyone with my kids. Hell, I don't even leave my cat alone if it's not you."

"Stop, you're just saying it because you're my friend." YN shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm not. YN you know how blunt I am and I don't think twice before saying whatever comes to my mind." Kayla scoffed to punctuate her little warning, "what happened today? Did it work this time?"

"Mhmm." YN nodded again.

"Oh my god! That's good news!" She asked, "can I see the pictures?"

"I don't have them," YN plopped down on her bed.

"Dick!" Kayla muttered, "you know what? You sit here, I'm going to go make us some tea, we'll do face masks and watch The Notebook. I'll see if Julia can join us. We'll kick Josh out of the house for the night."

"Thank you Kay, but I think I want to be alone." YN sniffled, "I am tired and I've been so emotional lately."

"It happens, you're pregnant. You get all emotional-- I've experienced way worse with my mother she was pregnant with my brother-- and you have all the right too. Harry Styles is fucking dick wad, asshole."

"Kay!" YN sighed trying not to laugh. "Don't call him that. I'm overreacting."

"Admit it!" Kayla squinted her eyes at her friend. "And you're not overreacting. I'm gonna go make me a tea if you don't want any."

"Kay, I really want to sleep in. Please?" YN requested, "I am very tired. And I have a dinner to go to later."

"Okay. I'm home if you need anything, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

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Harry decided to take stairs to the third floor than wait for the lift, panting her raised his hand to knock on the door but it opened up to reveal a blonde girl. It was one of YN's friends.

"What are you doing here, asshole?" She asked.

Wow! Her friends hate her after that night at his bar, don't they?

"Is YN here?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She said obviously, "whatever you did to her, you're asshole for making her cry!"

"I'm sorry." He said, "can I please come in and talk to her." The girl just shrugged and stepped aside.

"Kayla is home, and I swear if you hurt her feelings again!" The blonde warmed him before she was rushing out as she glanced in her phone.

Harry shut the door behind him as he took off his shoes to the side and padded his way down the hallway to YN's bedroom. He saw Kayla making tea in the kitchen. He could also hear small sniffling from YN's room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kayla asked.

"Please let me see her. It's important." Harry walked to YN's room anyway.

There she was lying on her bed facing the wall buried under her blanket, crying. "Kay, I told you I want to be alone please!"

"Hey it's me." Harry spoke softly as he shut the door behind him, "YN, look I'm sorry. I am bad with my words, I didn't mean to hurt you. Was just trying to look out for you that's all."

"I am not a baby." She sat up on her bed, her cuddle bear in her lap, "It's been eating me out inside, that if I could be just more careful. It would all be over sooner. It was my fault that I lost both the babies. I don't want another person making me remind that."

"No, I didn't mean to." He crouched next to her bed, "like I said I was just looking out for you. You were in pain for three hours, YN, and I couldn't get to you fast enough. That is eating me out inside. I, I, I don't- I'm so sorry. It wasn't your fault at all. Accidents happen, everything is fine now."

"You clearly don't trust me,do you?" She shrugged simply, "no one does to be honest, I don't know why I'm so surprised right now."

"YN, I do trust you." He was borderline begging her now, "you know, I will not stop looking out for you just because I trust you. You I have my regrets."

"Okay."

"Okay?" He asked, "that's all you're going to say?"

"You're going to disregard what I say anyways, like everyone else." She got back in her bed, "I'm tired I want to sleep, if you're done."

"Do you want anything?" He asked, "anything to eat or drink?"

"I just want you to leave, please." She answered, more bluntly than she expected it to come out. He just nodded and walked back to her door but he stopped.

"You know, I am not a heartless person, YN. I was worried about you because I knew it might have not worked the first time around." Harry shared, "I find it hard to open up to people. But I am surprised I can say I can trust you, you were a complete stranger. With something no doubt I would die for."

"Then why did you even bother to go with me? You could have asked anyone you know, who's not a stranger to you, Harry. Why me?"

"Because I read through your entire application." He walked back to her and took a seat on the edge of her bed, "they don't let you meet the interested surrogate in some cases, but yours said you wouldn't mind being in touch with the potential parents just because you feel they should be able to be there every step of the way. Not many do that. I knew it you did it because you were in need for financial help. You could have taken advantage of that but you didn't. I've not met someone as selfless as you in a very long time YN. In fact the only selfless people I know are my mum and my sister. I don't know what else to do to make you feel any better. I'm sorry."

YN sat there in silence, so he continued, "I want you to know it's not your fault, whatever happened YN. There were chances it would have happened. But here it is, it worked the second time. It will work out, I-- we will try our very best to make it work this time yeah?"

She sniffled taking in a deep breath. She isn't selfless, at all. "I'm not selfless, Harry. And I'm sorry as well. I overreacted."

"It's okay now."

"Amd why did you wanted me to stay at your place?" She asked.

The first day she sat down to sign an agreement with him, there was a clause she made him change which asked her to live with him for the time being. She somehow convinced him to change that. To at least until eight months into pregnancy, just so she have someone until she heals and stuff postpartum.

"That's because I live barely five minutes away from my office, YN. I can get to you with in minutes. I can run back to my flat if I have to." He shared, "I asked you to quit your second because I want you to be comfortable, because I know how hard it can be waiting tables and dealing with rude customers on weekends and deal with teenage kids on week days."

"You worked at a cafe?"

"Mhmm. I worked at a restaurant before I had all of this, and I used to be a teenager once." He shrugged. "I understand why you don't wanna move in with me. But that doesn't mean I don't trust you. I do. Very much!"

"Okay." She nodded, wiping her face with cuffs of her shirt.

"I promise, I'll try to be good friend to you." He continued, "it will take me some time. But I promise I'll try my best."

"Okay." She repeated, "and I'm sorry, again. I've just been a mess lately. I cry over every little thing." And tears rushed out of her eyes again.

"I know, I know, and it's normal. Very normal for you to feel all these things." He carefully reached for her hand, leaning closer to her as much as he could, "I'm here if you need me. Always!"

Well, that always is going to come an end as soon as he gets the baby.

But it's comforting to YN in that moment.

"Hmmm. But please tell me when I'm being too much, okay?"

"I will." He assured her, "now you still wanna take that nap?"

"Yeah." She took a deep breath watching him be too close to her, her heart was jumping in her ears.

"I'll call you at six, I'm your escort to Jeremy's house for tonight." He whispered as there was no need to talk louder than that. Gazing to her mouth and back to her eyes he continued, "mean while I've got a meeting to attend in an hour."

"Harry I--"

"I know, you told me, but I am invited too. So let's save your hassle, yeah?" He said simply, "I am trying to be friends with you here, please?" He pulled away, it seemed reluctant.

"Okay." She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding back after he left shutting her door closed.

He did not!

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YN was just getting ready to leave with both her best friends sat in her bathroom as she did her hair. Julia sat on the closed toilet lid as Kayla took a seat on the edge of the words smallest bathtub which was in YN's bathroom. YN was of course telling them everything that happened.

"What? He's definitely got a crush on you." Kayla said, teasingly.

"Definitely!" Julia agreed, "I cussed at him yet he wanted to go talk to you, that says something!"

"He doesn't care if you cuss at him or throw red roses of sweet words at him Julia, he's going to go back to square one tomorrow. Just wait... and watch." YN gave her little speech and finished up drying her hair. "And weren't you two just just hating him to his guts?"

"Meh, this changed our minds." Kayla shrugged simply.

"I'll admit he's got a pretty face and he's hot." Julia commented, "this seriously looks like he's got a crush on you. I mean he wants you to be baby mama!"

"Not baby mama, I won't be seeing this child after I give birth to it." YN sighed as she turned around to look at her friends, "he's spotted with a new girl every other weekend. What do you expect from a rich white man?"

Harry's got this public image if this play boy from past four years, that all YN did digging on him, well, he'll at least be a good father. Or it is all rumours and nothing is true. She was just curious and nervous when she fell down into rabbit hole of information about him. Apparently he started his business at the age of eighteen and here he is twelve years later with a multi million dollar textile company and fashion house. He even owns a butt ton of bars around the city.

"Why are you helping him then, if he's so bad?" Kayla squinted at her best friend.

"He lent me thirty thousand pounds, Kay. That's like three hundred thousand Indian Rupees for me to return him." YN explained.

"So you're paying your debt with this baby?"

"No, of course not!" She exclaimed, "no, I need time to pay him back. I have a family to look after now. My dad can't go back to for well over two years now. He's inevitably going to loose his job. I have to look after them."

"I get it about your brother and your dad but why that lady? She's not even your mother. She's been nothing but bitch to you!" Julia reminded her.

"She's still wife to my dad. And my culture teaches me to be respectful to my elders."

"Fuck them elders." Kayla scoffed, "you know she's rhe one who pushed you into this. Tell me, does your dad know about this? I mean she knows, and she was blaming you for loosing the first baby."

"No he does not, and he can not Kay, not until I decided to tell him!" YN warned both her friends.

"Look I don't know what is going on between you and this Harry dude, I just want you end up getting hurt." Kayla hugged her.

"I promise, I won't." YN assured her as she hugged her back. She ushered Julia into a group hug.

"If he hurt you, you guys are helping me hide a body." Julia announced. YN sighed in defeat, grabbed her bag.

"I'm going to go now. Julia please don't burn down the house."

"Come on, that was once and it wasn't even bad!" Julia groaned.

"Sure, the fire alarm went off and they had to escort every single out of their flats." Kayla laughed.

Julia was apparently making some french fries in the new air fryer they all chipped in to get. But it somehow caught on fire, luckily Josh knew how to use the fire extinguisher. It really wasn't bad but the fire alarm went off and it alerted the fire department and the police department because none of them knew how to turn it off. That was the little back story.

"Girl, put on some make-up." Julia reminded her.

"I don't want to. I feel icky today, I'd rather not have anything on my skin." YN explained as she grabbed her chapstick and put away her stuff quickly.

"Okay, be careful." Kayla said, "amd text me of you want a ride back."

"I will thank you." YN gave both her girl friends kisses on the cheek before she left.

"Harry and YN sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Julia sang taunting YN for what she knew exactly. Even Kayla joined her.

YN's got a crush on Harry. It's very obvious because everything he does to push her away hurts her way too easily. Well, it should wear off when the baby is out of her and he's out of her life. She's got her family to look after!

She wasn't going to wait for Harry's text because she doesn't want her day ruined no more. She knows he will ruin her day some way ot the other.

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Harry on the other hand, he went straight to his mum's place. His sister was there too.

So far they all knew about him trying to have a baby via surrogacy. Which they supported because he's been wanting it so bad. He is completely capable of taking care of another human.

"Maa!" He announced and ran straight to the kitchen, "it worked! It worked this time!" He yelled in excitement as she showed the ultrasound pictures to his mum.

"Oh my!" Anne, his mum was surprised, "I-- oh I'm so happy for you!" She pulled her baby in a tight hug, he buried his fave in her neck. "You're going to be an amazing father, darling."

"Thank you so much mum," he nuzzled his face in his mum's neck, "I can't believe it. They're so tiny, just look at it!" He was being so excited and he didn't realise he was crying. "Gemma--"

"I heard." Gemma interrupted him, a huge smile on her face, "I heard I'm going to be Aunty now. Come here!" Even she hugged her baby brother, she was crying too. "Can I see the pictures?"

"Yes, yes," he sniffled pulled away he showed his mum and sister the ultrasound pictures and where the baby is.

"They're the cutest little blob I've seen." Gemma chuckled to hide her crying making Harry laugh in attempt.

"How are you feeling?" Anne asked.

"I just feel ready." He pursed his lips tightly not wanting to sob like a baby when he's going to have a baby himself now, "feel like, I can take over the world with them. I just love them so much already Mummy, so much!"

"I know you do." Anne was so happy for her son he was finally starting to be himself again.

Harry sat there for a while, had a cup of tea with his mum and sister and talked about his baby. He needed some advices from his mother as well.

She said, he could never be too ready to ve a parent.

According to her, she's still learning new things whilst her own kids are well in their early thirties and late twenties.

Harry rushed back home to get ready, change into something casual. He put on a pair of jeans a button down blue Bode shirt with a black jacket to keep him warm. He pulled on his trainers before he was out the door.

Half an hour early, he was about to text her and see if she ready to leave but he saw her walking out of the building. Walking in the direction of the Tube station. He pulled up right by her side.

"Hey, where are you headed to?" He asked catching her off guard there.

"You scared me!" She gasped, stood on the pavement as he got out of his car.

"I didn't mean to." He cooed, "you didn't answer my question..."

"Oh, I, I was going to go get bouquet of flowers for Jeremy's wife." She shared stuttering, "it's, it's rude to go to someone's empty handed."

"Why didn't you wait for me then? Come on I'll drive you there." He offered, "I am your personal chauffeur today!" And he opened the door to the back seat but she helped herself in the passenger seat.

He smirked and walked around the front to het into drivers seat. He made a stop at the flower shop down the street from her place. Picked out a bouquet and left for Jeremy's. Completely silence. Eerie silence.

"You were going to take the train, weren't you?" He asked breaking the silence. YN sighed looking at him.

"Look, Harry I have been on my own and I don't like being what to do and what not to. So I would appreciate if you stop doing that." She decided to cut to chase, "I can take care of myself. Yes, I am clumsy, but I know very well how to take care of myself."

"I know you can YN, you don't have to lie to me next time. Just tell me you don't want to see. I respect your privacy." He shared, "I'll get you a cab back to yours after dinner, yeah?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Can, can I please take a picture of those ultrasound prints?" She requested, "It's, it's fine if you don't want to let me take a picture of it."

"It's fine with me." He answered, "I don't have it with me now, I'll you send you pictures when I get home."

"Okay."

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"Priya!" YN gasped seeing Jeremy's wife. "I am so happy I met you, I feel so left out here! Thank you for having me over!"

Harry was confused as he took off his jacket as to what YN and Priya and were saying to each other, except little Thank you YN said. He also took off his outdoor shoes because he saw YN take off hers. He just wants to be respectful.

"You know what are they saying?" Harry whispered to Jeremy.

"Trust me, I've been married to Priya for thirty years, you'd know when they're plotting a murder." Jeremy joked as he followed the ladies inside.

The dinner table was basically split into four teams. It was Priya and YN on one side, then it was Harry and Jeremy on the side, then it was Jeremy, YN and Priya and there he was, the loner boy in one team. And Harry was being force fed by Priya.

But he enjoyed seeing YN so happy there. That's what friends want for one another, right? It those three are family and Harry is the new neighbour who's invited over for dinner on a random day off.

Priya knew about the whole surrogacy thing apparently, which he's fine with. She's like a family, just the same as Jeremy. Though he's not planning to tell anyone else about it.

"Now let me bring out the sweets!" Priya announced as she walked into kitchen. Harry was dying of food coma still trying to eat up all the rice on his plate.

"YN made some amazing Gulabjamun, she brought in today." Jeremy announced.

"Oh did you!" Priya seemed surprised, "I just made some strawberry and raspberry cobbler. I'm not that great of a cook."

"Oh my, are you kidding me Priya. The food was amazing!" YN exclaimed, "don't ever say that."

"Well then you'll have to teach me what is the magic trick behind making Gulabjamun." Priya set a casserole on the table so everyone can help themselves. "Harry?"

"Oh no, I'm good." He sighed taking a forceful sip of his water, "I think I'm gonna pass on dessert tonight."

"Awh! That's okay I'll pack you some." Priya chuckled. "Did you enjoy the food?"

"Of course I did." He smiled, "it was amazing, thank you having me over tonight."

"Oh please, you're welcome anytime." Priya went on, "anyway you kids these days don't eat well."

YN on the other hand was fascinated by something else. A cat jumped up on her lap as she ate her cobbler. The cat seemed especially smitten by her and she was smitten by the cat.

"Hello," she whispered, "you're so handsome!" The cat started purring loudly recieving scratches behind his ears, his blue eyes shutting closed. She placed a kiss on his head.

"Coco what are you doing here?" Jeremy caught everyone's attention, "he's very shy around new people usually."

"He's very cute!" YN cooed.

Harry noticed she was letting the cat bite on her fingers. Does she have a cat? Well, he's seen a litter box at her flat. Maybe she does.

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The entire night Coco didn't leave YN alone. Kayla's cat, Noodle is really going to think she's cheating on her after tonight.

Harry walked to YN his car mean while trying to call a cab for her on his phone. She felt bad for earlier today. She shouldn't have done that, trying to basically run away.

"Hey Harry?"

"Yeah?" He turned around but his gaze was still fixed on his phone with a frustrated look. YN took in a deep breath before speaking again.

"Can you drive me back home?" He finally looked at her, "please?" Her heart was thumping in her ear all over again. That made her mind to wander when he was going to kiss her.

Or was she just imagining it? Maybe she was imagining it. But what the fuck was that!?

"Sure," he nodded and opened the door to the passenger seat for her.

"I'm sorry about earlier." She couldn't bring herself to even look at him.

"It's okay, YN, we're not little kids to hold grudges." He sighed as he buckled up before pulling out of the parking spot. "Anyways I've given you enough reasons to hate me. It's all fine."

"So... there is a we now?" She asked, suspicious of what he was trying to say.

"You and I are friends now, so yeah there a we." He shrugged, "unless you don't want there to be a we between you and I."

"Okay..." She dragged the word, "how about we go get ice cream? My treat."

"I am so full, I'll literally throw up!" He whined, "Priya was force feeding me!"

"You needed that."

"Ouch!" He gasped making her chuckle.

"I'm serious, come on let's go get ice cream. You don't have to eat any." She jumped on her seat trying to convince him.

"Alright, alright."

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YN went for the biggest scoops of strawberry and mint chocolate chip flavours. Doesn't sound that appealing but she's been craving it, even though she has never had the mint chocolate chip flavour before.

That was weird for her. The craving part.

But as she looked for her purse in the mess which was her bag Harry had already paid the bill. He was ushering to an empty table whilst he got her ice cream for her.

"Here." He placed the paper cup in front of her and himself on the chair opposite to her.

"I was going to pay for it Harry." She reminded him.

"But I did." He was sat there with his elbow on the table and chin propped. "You like that?" He watched her take first bite.

"Yeah!" She looked surprised, "I didn't know I'd like this flavour, I've never tried it before!"

"You've tried mint chocolate chip icecream?" He fake gasped. "This used to be my favourite when I was ten. That's all I ate."

"Here you want to share?" She offered, "I'll get you a spoon--"

"Thank you YN, but I'm good." He stopped her grabbing onto her wrist gently.

"Okay." She shrugged.

"Hey, look," he pulled his chair closer to hers as if he was about to share a secret, "I can't say this enough, but I am so grateful that you're helping me out. Thank you so, so, so much for doing this."

"You don't have to keep thanking me Harry." She chuckled awkwardly because his constant thanking is making her feel like she owes him something or it's the other way around.

"I have to." He admitted, "this was the only option left for me."

"I'm, I'm sorry, but Harry why do you want a baby so bad?" She blurted out without thinking twice, "I, I mean you don't have to answer it."

"I tried to adopt first. But because of my image in media, I'm not even the last candidate they'd go for. I mean, I, I do have everything." He stuttered with his voice getting heavier as he spoke, "I can provide a child with everything under the sun. It's just that I got tired of hearing I can't be there for a child I were to adopt emotionally. Which is complete bullshit because they don't know me well enough. I, I, I just want someone to share this with. Share all the love I have and everything I have. I tried for, for two and half years, which I know isn't long enough some people wait longer than that. But, I, I think I don't have the patience for it."

"Oh Harry!" She pulled him in a hug, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Too surprised but he hugged her back, burying his face into her hair. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

"I shouldn't be worrying you with my problems." He pulled away from the hug and watched her face grow with expressions of co concern, "I have a therapist for that."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that." She chuckled sheepishly, "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's alright." Harry cracked a smile, enough so his dimples popped. Taking his hand closer to her face, he tucked the stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I know I can be a dick, can't help it sometimes."

"Why? With great money comes great responsibilities to be a default dick to people?" She joked. Well, kinda. He laughed.

"No comments." He pulled himself back, reluctantly again as he leaned back on his chair. "Your ice cream is going to melt."

"Oh, yeah." She realised as he pointed out.

She doesn't know what's going on with her. They hugged for the first time just five minutes ago. Well, she's got a habit of developing fleeting crushes on people. The other day she had a crush on this guy who came to the cafe she works at. And not to mention, Doctor Jones!

God, she needs to grow up!

"I think we should leave." YN suggested.

"Why? I'm having fun here." Harry said, "my therapist said it's good to be vulnerable."

"Oh come on, now you're gonna taunt me everytime?" YN groaned in defeat rolling her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He said with a firm tone, eyes squinted in her direction.

"I say things I don't mean to when I'm angry or frustrated, okay?" She shared reluctantly, "it's my weakness. Get my temper from my father, or at least that's what everyone who knows me and my dad says."

"I think I'm going to keep this weakness in mind." He joked but he doesn't want her to know, "might come handy someday."

"Well at least you know I don't mean any of it." She shrugged stuffing a spoon full of icecream in her mouth. Harry looked surprised, "I have a little brother Harry, I know how to pick up on jokes now come on!"

"Well, works on my sister everytime."

"Oh, Harry Styles, is so scary!" She mocked him making faux-scary noises.

"Stop it!" He whined.

"Okay, my social battery is running out. I need to go back and sulk in my room to recharge. Please can we go?" She requested, "I have my final thesis to work on!"

"You're in a PhD programme?" Harry followed her out.

"Yep!" She nodded.

"What? What's your major?"

"I have majored in many things, you didn't ask but I'm going to tell you everything anyway, I love to brag." She shrugged.

"As you should!" He quickly added because he likes to brag too sometimes.

"I know right!" She gasped and continued, "have a master degree in Business Administration with Finance major, then I got kinda bored so I went for Marketing for another master's whilst working, did it online from the same University as right now. Took a break for six months and got back to the academics. I'm completing my PhD in Management Science. I've been here for well over four years now."

"Seems like you want to be a professor, eh?"

"That's right!" YN nodded.

"What made you choose London for your PhD dissertation?"

"Why? Are you offering me a job?" She countered.

"Just curious." He shrugged.

"So was I." She admitted, "I hated being back home... for umm... for a few reasons, I don't like being told what to do and what not to. Wanted to get out of my dad's house. Do something for myself. I didn't know even with a strong resume I'd have to work two jobs!"

"Hmmm, kinda don't want you coming for my job with your strong resume." He unlocked his car, the treck down the car park seemed way too short for his liking.

"Oh, I think I'm going to keep this in my mind. Might come handy someday." She winked at him before she got into the passenger seat.

"Hey!" He whined making her giggle.

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"You don't have any if the symptoms, right?" Harry asked as he parked right in front of her building. "Do you want me to get you something before I leave?"

"I'll be fine Harry. And no, I don't have any of the symptoms." She assured him.

"Well, please call me if you need anything. No matter what time it is, okay?"

"I will, I will." She grabbed her bag.

YN waved him bye before she made her way inside her building. The first thing she did was change into her PJs and get comfy in bed with a cup of tea and jer laptop to work on her final project. It was done and almost approved by her professor, she just needed to change a few things and add a few here and there. It took her barely two hours.

Her finals and then convocation and she's a Doctor of Philosophy!

Just as she was about to go to bed, her phone chimed with messages.

Harry had sent her pictures of the ultrasound on WhatsApp. With little messages.

- You asked for these.

- You also need to upgrade to iPhone! Had to download WhatsApp for you.

She chuckled at his message.

- How inconvenient of me.

- Too bad, can't sell my Kidneys for next 34 weeks to buy and iPhone

He was typing, it showed under his name.

- Please don't do that!

- Now have a good night, YN.

She liked his message and left it that. She even made the pictures he sent her, her lockscreen before she was off to sleep.

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"YN, look at this!" Julia gasped.

They were out shopping for their convocation day. YN was looking for a dress looser at her tummy. She was already looking pregnant, especially when she's had a big meal.

Julia seemed to find some dresses for herself so YN followed her to the trial rooms. She gave her best friend a little fashion show. Which was short lived because Miss Blondie found her perfect dress!

"I love this!" Julia exclaimed.

It fit her perfectly. A green dress, hemmed with ruffles just above her knees, tie-up bodice with long sleeve and same ruffled cuffs. It brought out the green in her eyes and complimented her blonde hair.

"It looks perfect on you, Julia." YN smiled. "Are you sure you want to get this one and not look around for more?" Julia had changed out of the dress and was gathering her stuff.

"Yes, I am sure!"

"This dress it is then, blondie!"

"Yup!" She grinned, "let me go pay this and we'll look for your dress together now."

"Oh, can we go eat first?" YN suggested, "then I have to go work in three hours and I won't get to eat."

"Okay."

YN and Julia headed to the food courts to get something to eat. Both of them decided on different things, YN went to her fast food restaurant and stood in line to order. It was another weekend, it was fairly busy at the mall.

"Hey, I know you!" YN heard someone talking to her there. It was Dr. Jones.

"Yes you do, Dr. Jones." She smiled. It was awkward.

"Yup that's me." He said proudly, "so how are doing now YN?"

"I'm doing great, thank you Dr. Jones." YN took a step further in the line.

"Please, call me Michael or Mike." He said, "so what are you doing here."

"I'm here with my friend, shopping." She said, "what about you, Michael?"

Okay, this is getting awkward!

"Having a day out my niece and nephew." He shared.

God his voice is so deep! His accent!

"Nice." YN nodded. "It's my turn now." She saw the person ahead of her was done with their order so she went on with hers. And awkwardly walked to her best friend with her receipt.

"Oh my, my, who is that?" Julia gasped in awe, "he's so fucking hot!"

"He's the doctor who checked me the other day because Dr. Wilson was on a vacation." YN shared. "And I know, he's hot!"

"You agree!" Julia celebrated. "Are you going to ask him out?"

"Isn't it unethical for him?"

"Oh come on, he's not your doctor. He checked you once, not a big deal. Now tell me what did he say to you?" Julia squealed in excitement.

"He said he's here with his niece and nephew. That's all."

"Oh I hoped he's a dilf, but, eh, close enough!" Blondie leaned back on her chair in defeat.

"You're annoying." YN rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to ask him out?"

"What? No!" YN scoffed, "he seems to be a little bit older than me."

"So what? You're an adult, he's an adult I don't see anything wrong."

"I know you're trying to be my wingman, J, but I'm fine. I don't want to see anyone right now." YN looked over her shoulder to see if her food is ready. And it was, a perfect queue to change up the subject.

After their little food break, the girls headed to look for a dress for YN. She found a couple of options but nothing she liked enough to wear on a memorable day, even though it's going to be covered with her graduation gown.

"J, look at this—" she tried to take the dress on rack she liked but someone else was reaching for it too. "Oh I'm sorry!"

"No, no it's alright." The girl said, "you can take it, I just wanted to have a look."

"No, I'll go for something else." YN made an exception, "Looks like this is the last one."

"Trust me, you can take it. I don't mind." The hazel eyes girl smiled, familiar dimples denting in her cheeks.

"Alright." YN smiled back.

Julia followed YN to the trial rooms, "oh my, what a day of encountering hot people today!"

"You find just about everyone hot Julia." YN laughed, "lemme go try these ones okay? Help me pick one."

"Okay." Julia sat down on the little ottoman by the first dressing room. It didn't take YN long enough to put on the dress she almost gave away to that girl. She walked out to give a little to her best friend.

Julia whistled flirtingly, "you look so fucking sexy!"

"Stop, tell me if it hides my tummy?" She was anxious, just to hide her tummy from her dad as she is going to send him some pictures as he won't be there with her.

She fears her dad, okay! Even though he's like a human version of golden retriever but when he looses his temper he's just like her.

"That looks so good on you." The girl from earlier came around the dressing rooms with her own chosen pieces of clothes to try on.

"Oh, thank you." YN looked down smoothing the fabric on herself sheepishly. "You sure you don't want to try this one."

"I'm sure." The girl said, "I'm Gemma by the way."

"YN, nice to meet you." YN shook hands with her. "Thank you so much for letting me have this one."

"Yeah, this girl in the other store was so mean to us." Julia rolled her eyes making both the other girls giggle. "You're very kind."

"Why, thank you!" Gemma seemed flattered, "looks better on you YN."

"Thanks." YN smiled as Gemma headed into the other dressing room.

YN tried on the other dresses just to be sure but ended up sticking to the black cotton dress. Black is a very forgiving colour, it was loose fitted with puffy sleeves and a semi deep v-neck line. The fabric was light and breathable.

"I think I'm going to get this one." YN picked out the dress she had first put on.

Well, that was easy!

She paid for it and Julia dropped her off to her work, and left but not without a black coffee. The girl is addicted to caffeine.

Two hours into her shift, he can a visitor. Or visitors she should say. It was Harry, with the girl Gemma YN met at the store. Her heart dropped to her stomach.

"YN?" He was surprised to see her there, "I didn't know you worked here as well."

"Yeah, I told you I work two jobs." She shrugged, "what can I get for you?

"A plain black coffee for me, please." He said, "and a soy milk latte and a vegan blueberry muffin for my sister please."

Emphasis on sister was intentional.

"Sure." She felt embarrassed in the moment as she jot down his order in the system. "Your name will be called."

"Okay." He smirked before he walked back to his sister.

Wait... Does he knows?

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For @quinnyfairy Secret Santa Event...surprise @quinnyfairy I’m your secret santa!

Prompt is 'Freezing fingers' from @creativepromptsforwriting

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: rpf (don't like don't read), swearing, a lil fluffy, a lil smutty

It's a Saturday morning in December, and Joe is home for Christmas. After months of being in different countries for weeks, sometimes even months at a time, he was finally home for a solid few weeks at least. Which meant lazy weekend lie-ins and cuddles in bed until whatever the hell time you felt like.

You wake up before him, unsurprisingly. The jet lag and general insanity of the last few weeks had caught up with him and he'd finally conked out at 2am. He was snoring softly, laid on his back with one arm flung over his face. You roll over and snuggle into him, and even in his sleep he holds you close, turning his face to rest on top of your head. You glimpse at the clock on his bedside table and it reads 9am. You yawn and settle back down, allowing your eyes to slip shut once more.

The next thing you know, Joe is kissing your head softly.

"Mm?" You grumble, cracking one eye open. He's out of bed and dressed, bundled up in his jeans and jumper with his thick winter coat on. He smiles at you.

"Morning, beautiful. We're out of teabags so I'm just gonna nip to the shop and grab some, okay?" Joe says softly, stroking a hand over your hair.

"Mm, I'll go," you say, voice thick with sleep as you sit up and stretch. "Get back into bed."

Joe captures your lips in another soft kiss.

"Shh, lie back down, okay? It's snowing and I know you're like Bambi on ice in the snow, so it'll be quicker for me to go. It's only round the corner, I won't be long."

"You'll come back to bed after?" You ask, settling back down into the warm duvet, on his side of the bed.

"I'll come back to bed after, with tea." He smiles and you nod, pulling him down to youfor another kiss. This one is deeper, longer, and you hope he gets the message behind it. He does after you nibble at his bottom lip. "Oh, I'll definitely come back to bed after. The tea might have to wait."

"Fine by me," you smile. He pecks your lips for a final time before leaving the bedroom. "Oh, babe, we need milk too. And bread. And toilet paper."

Joe sticks his head back into the bedroom, a cheeky grin across his face.

"Want me to just drive to Tesco and do a grocery shop while I'm at it, yeah?"

"Shut up, I was supposed to go yesterday but you had other plans." You smile throwing his pyjama shirt at him.

"And those other plans were so much better than going to Tesco." He winks, before disappearing into the hallway. A few moments later, you hear the flat door open and close, and you get comfy in the bed, scrolling through Instagram on your phone, occasionally watching the snow falling outside your bedroom window.

Joe returns about 25 minutes later and you hear him bashing his boots against the wall outside your flat door to get rid of excess snow before opening the door. By the time he comes back into the bedroom, he's dressed only in a tshirt and boxers, having discarded the rest of his clothes somewhere in the flat, probably the living room. You giggle as he stands at the bottom of the bed and peels his shirt off, pinging it at you. You throw it back at him, making him laugh.

"Oi, cheeky." He tuts in a mock scold. You roll your eyes playfully. You throw the duvet off yourself, and he jumps back into bed practically on top of you, and once you pull the duvet back over you both, his mouth finds yours in a deep, eager kiss. His lips are cold but they quickly warm against your own.

"Pants off, Quinn." You mumble, skating your fingernails up and down the muscles in his back.

"You too, Y/L/N," he retorts before kissing you again, and you each manage to shuffle out of your underwear without breaking the kiss. His hand reaches between your legs and swipes up your pussy, the bitter cold of his fingers making you shriek.

"Jesus, Joe! Your fucking fingers are freezing!" You flinch and dig your nails into his back, making him laugh loudly.

"Ow, fuck, ow! Okay okay, I'm sorry!" Joe laughs, grabbing your hands as you both crease. Once you've calmed your giggles, he leans in to kiss you, mumbling against your lips "I know how I can warm them up though, yeah?"

His fingers come down to your pussy once more, and you hiss but don't claw him this time. He finally presses his soft lips to yours as he pushes a finger into you. It's cold at first but that only adds to the sensation, and you moan softly. "Better?"

"More," you keen, arching into him. He slips another finger inside you, crooking them to stroke your G-spot. You reciprocate by wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him, lubricating his shaft with some of your arousal and some of the precum that had escaped the slit of his cock.

It's not rushed; the two of you lay there, mouths moving lazily against each other, using your hands on one another. Joe's thumb brushes over your clit and you sharply inhale.

"Still fucking cold."

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under the mistletoe // day 3

content warnings; kissing and probably swearing, I don't remember tbh <3

a/n; okay re-reading this one lowkey killed me... I feel like it's SO cringy and bad??? but it's too late now! despite my self-consciousness, I hope you guys enjoy <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place after they have gotten together)

12 days masterlist

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"You're kidding," Matty says with a crestfallen look on his face. Currently, he looked similar to a 10-year-old being told they weren't getting a puppy for Christmas. But Matty would attest that he had it much, much worse.

"Nope!" You say popping the p as you finish. "Matty, it's Christmas. You can only kiss me if we see a mistletoe!” 

Matty scoffed at your words, “as if you are going to be able to resist kissing me until we are under the mistletoe, I give it a minimum 2 days before you do those pouty ‘please kiss me lips’ and beg me” he said confidently.

“Pfft. I won't kiss you without mistletoe until Christmas day. You underestimate my stubbornness, my dear” You pat Matty's head consideningly.

“Wanna bet?” he smirks, leaning slightly closer to your face.

You lean closer too, watching Matty’s eyes flick down to your lips the nearer you get, “deal. If I win, you make me breakfast every day next week. And if you win, I'll do the same.” You narrow your eyes at matty, challenging him. 

Matty nods quickly, now unabashedly staring at your lips. “One last kiss for luck?” he asks as if he is doing you a favour, rather than yearning for one last kiss.

You teasingly lean in but snap away just before your lips touch, “ah ah ah, no mistletoe. Those are the rules i'm afraid love" You pout at Matty teasingly before spinning on your heels and walking away.

You knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came following, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps coming behind you into the kitchen.

The water in the kettle is just beginning to boil when you feel a pair of hands sliding over your hips and meeting on your stomach.

Matty's curls tickle your face as he presses his face into your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses at your pulse point and working down your neck. You hum and lean back into him, loving the feeling of his warmth behind you. 

His head smoothly slides out from your neck, and his hands slither from your stomach to your waist. He grips and spins you around. Pressing your back onto the kitchen counter with a dizzying pressure. His red kiss-bitten lips were already pouting at you, teasing you. But you were committed. As was Matty.

“C'mon baby, why won't you give your poor boyfriend a kiss?” Matty says, leaning in and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You smile at his actions, seeing right through his sweet facade.

“Oh, I will,” you say, and you've never seen Matty move quicker. He shoots back with wide eyes. 

“Really?” Matty was shocked you would fold so easily, sure he'd have a battle on his hands.

You lean close to Matty and brush your noses together, exchanging desperate breaths between the two of you. Softly, you whisper, “Yup, as soon as you catch me under some mistletoe, I’m all yours” You smirk and spin around to finish making your drink.

You hear Matty grumble and shuffle away, annoyed that his pretty boy tactic hadn't worked. But he was gonna catch you. He's determined to win.

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It was a few hours later and suspiciously quiet in the Healy house, you tiptoe around every corner, preparing for Matty to leap out with mistletoe in his hands. The cold concrete on the floor radiates through your feet as you creep through the corridors. You walk past each painting on the wall and, for the first time, really look at a few of them. Matty has interesting taste in art, that's for sure.

As you approach Annie's room, you start to hear hushed voices speaking so you sneak up and listen intently. The warm glow of the light filters into the hall from a crack in the door.

You manage to peek in and see Matty sitting on the floor with Annie standing over him, fiddling with his hair. He has various clips and bows hidden in his curls, Annie having recently fallen in love with playing hairdressers. She will have your hair in her hands as soon as you are within reaching distance.

Most times, he begrudgingly agrees and ends up sitting on the floor with his daughter's hands raking through his curls and carefully placing glitter clips and hairbands. She studies his whole head carefully, thoughtfully placing each item and moving them around until she gets the look she's going for.

Matty once came into the studio with a glittery butterfly clip still caught in his hair, which earned him endless teasing for the whole session.

The teasing continued until the next time Annie came in, she promptly sat Ross down and did nothing but focus on playing with his hair for about 45 minutes. Adam and George were suddenly very happy for their short locks, watching in fits of laughter at Ross’ disgruntled face as Annie placed yet another hair clip in. 

So it was a normal sight for you to see, Matty's hair full of accessories and Annie's tongue sticking out with her focused face as she styled him. What you weren't accustomed to was the topic of conversation; you.

“So you know Daddy really likes to kiss y/n?” Matty says, wincing at the pain of Annie tugging particularly hard at one curl to get it to stay in place. 

Annie pauses what she is doing before saying, “Yes Daddy it's yucky. But you have to be quiet if im doing your hair. I can't focus!” she says exasperatedly, throwing her hands up dramatically. 

“Okay im sorry, baby, but I need your help to play a little trick on her. Do you want to help?” he asks, placing his hands on his daughter's waist and pulling her into his lap.

She fiddles with his curls as she thinks, even using one finger to tap her chin pensively. “Hmm, what would the trick be? Would it make her sad?” 

Matty smiles at his daughter's caring nature. It makes his heart happy knowing his two girls love each other so deeply. Knowing the two people he cared most about had such a connection was one of Matty's favourite things.

He knows the way he and you met wasn't the most ideal circumstance, but the connection it gave you with Annie was worth any trouble it caused.

“No sweetheart, in fact, it would make her happy. You know how she smiles after I give her a kiss?” Annie tentatively nods, and Matty continues, “Well there's this thing at Christmas that grown-ups do called mistletoe, and if you go under it together, you have to kiss the other person.”

Annie's face immediately crumples into a disgusted look that has Matty lightly laughing and squeezing her sides, “don't worry, peanut, you won't ever have to do it if you don’t want to.” her face lights back up, and Matty secretly hopes she doesn't participate in the tradition until she's at least 30.

“y/n has said she’ll only kiss me if I catch her under the mistletoe, so I want you to help me surprise her with one. How does that sound?” he looks down at Annie, whose eyes are sparkling with mischief already.

God, she really was his daughter. 

She nods excitedly, and Matty starts tickling her all over, telling her all about how fun their secret spy missions are going to be.

You sneak back to the kitchen, grinning to yourself at the idea of Matty roping in his daughter just so he can kiss you. You have to give it to him, he's definitely determined. 

Just as you're finishing off some tea for you and Matty, you feel a familiar pair of hands slide around your waist. A wave of deja vu washes over you as they do.

“No ill intentions this time, baby, I swear. Just wanted to touch my girl” Matty says softly into your ear before hugging you properly from the back, putting his head in your neck and breathing in your perfume as he does. He thinks that scent might be the most soothing one in the world.

Matty never told you this, but once he found out what perfume you wear, he bought some for himself. He somehow convinced himself that it wasn't creepy or stalker-like, that he simply liked the smell. But when it wasn't on you, it didn't feel the same. It didn't have the same all-encompassing warmth behind it. 

“Well, let’s go cuddle on the sofa, my love. Just no kissing,” you say, leaning back into Matty with your eyes closed in bliss. As you turn in his arms and meet his eyes, you teasingly wag your finger at him. He simply looks at you with enough love to make you dizzy. 

The two of you plod your way over to the sofa, clearly ready to relax. As Matty sits down, he lifts his arm for you to wiggle into his side. As you lean your head on his chest and burrow your nose in, you feel him relax, and you audibly sigh. The comfort overtakes you, and you fall asleep burrowed into his side, your tea forgotten once Matty drapes a blanket over you.

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A few hours later, you awake to the sound of rushed whispers and giggles. You keep your eyes closed and try and discern what's happening around you. 

“Okay, Annie. Now is the time. Go and get the mistletoe from the kitchen side. And make sure to be really quiet, okay? It's a secret mission, and we want y/n to stay asleep” Matty whispers carefully.

“Okay,” says Annie, trying her best to stay hushed but her excitement can't help but leak into her voice, you hear her small footsteps trailing away and briefly consider getting up and running away. 

But now that Matty has roped Annie in, you can't help but let them win. You weren't going to complain about kissing your boyfriend again. Even the past few hours felt like torture, and the loss of the gentle kisses you shared was worse than you imagined.

You had come to learn Matty's way of showing love was stolen touches. If he could stay attached to you, you're sure he would. Every time he passes you, you get a kiss on the crown of your head or a gentle brush on your back.

If you were out with him, his hand would be in yours. But on the odd occasion he couldn't hold your hand fully, he would simply link your pinky fingers together. He needed a reminder that you were there. You were connected to him.

Despite being together for a little while now, every touch still felt electrified to Matty. He went so long without being able to touch you, and now he could do it whenever he wanted.

So he did.

He does it subconsciously. Even in bed he’ll stroke your arm until he falls asleep. And as Annie skulks around the kitchen, he does the same thing, tracing your arm with a featherlight touch. 

You hear the pitter-patter of Annie's feet running back in and wait patiently until you feel her standing over you to flutter your eyes open and act shocked. The gasp escapes your lips just as laughter escapes Annies. Matty smiles down at you, too, looking quite proud of himself for his seemingly master plan. 

“You didn't even manage to last a day, my love. What a shame. you're going to have to kiss me now” he says, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in. 

“Oh you two are cheeky, well if I have to” Your stress on the word only pulls more giggles from Annie and earns you a disparaging head shake from Matty. 

You and Matty only share a small peck with Annie there, although you can feel Matty’s tongue poke at your lips instinctively before pulling back for an innocent kiss. 

Annie cheers as Matty leans in to hug you, just as you're settling in his arms you feel his hot breath on your neck and hear him whisper, “I knew you were awake that whole time by the way. Just couldn't resist kissing me, hmm?” 

You pull back with a smirk and press another kiss to his cheek brazenly, winking at him as you do.

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New Motivation

Pairing: Magna Swing x Reader 

First time writing for Magna so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Wanting to get stronger so Magna can win in a sparring session against Luck, he challenges his best friend, the reader, who has gravity magic, not thinking he's improving, but the reader knowing he is, giving him new motivation to get even stronger...

Warnings:  Slight Swearing, and just fluff! 🥰

Word Count: .08k

"I don't plan on taking it easy on you, Magna!" I was all smiles, but dead serious while opening my grimoire, ready for this little sparring session.

"I don't either!" He spat cockily, readying himself, "If I can take you down, I'll definitely get Luck next time!"

I rolled my eyes at his comment about Luck. All they knew how to do was fight one another, but Magna was my best friend and if sparring with him made him stronger, I had no problem sparring.

"Sure about that?" Using my gravity magic, the fireball he had formed in his hand started to fall to the ground along with the rest of his body.

"Hey! I didn't say go!"

"So?!" I laughed, turning my back, thinking I had already won, "Too easy, Magna!"

"Just who are you laughing at-" Groaning through his words, I turned my head to the side to see fire, flame blinding me, grazing the side of my face, searing my hair at the ends a little, "HUH, Y/N?!"

He shouldn't be able to stand upright with how I was manipulating the gravity, let alone throw fire like it was some toddlers play ball.

"Want more?" Fixing my hair and walking over, "Let's see if you can dodge these!"

Creating a small zone of mana, my gravity magic allowed me to move quicker and made me more agile, so I could save stamina, but for Magna? He was tripping over his own two feet, just barely able to stand and dodge my punches.

"WOAH!" He squealed, noticing how fast they were coming, "HOLD UP A SECOND!"

"If you could throw a fireball, you can throw punches!" I didn't slow down, he was slowly improving so I added more pressure, so he could mold under the heat.

"Is this a mana zone?!" He didn't know for sure because I never told anyone about my mana zone. Not too many people that I knew who were our age, were capable of such things.

"Yeah, you're one of two who's seen! Congratulations!" Now I was growing annoyed, holding back a punch that he went to dodge, sweeping him off his feet next, placing my foot on his chest as his back hit the ground, "Now, are you going to shut up and focus or not?"

Staring at the sky with frustration in his eyes, he quickly covered his face with his hair falling, backhanding the ground, over and over:

"Damn it! I'm never gonna be strong like you guys!"

"Magna, look at me," I said softly, keeping our gaze locked as he only peeked through his fingers, dropping and sitting on top of him, taking his hands away so he'd look at me, "You are strong and if you talk bad about yourself again, I'm actually going to kick your ass."

His cheeks were red like tomatoes, eyes hiding behind his bangs as he murmured, "But I'm not. I can't do anything alone. I'll never beat you or Luck."

"You're the second person who's been in my mana zone, and the only one who was able to move in it. You know that?"

Finding my gaze again, his expanding pupils showed his shock, growing teary when I also noted:

"You also caught me off guard with that fireball."

Showing the slight burn on my cheek, proved how close he was to getting a direct hit, but the sight made him panic:

"Oh, crap! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Shush," Putting my finger over his lip, my smile showed that I was fine, trying to raise his spirit, "It stings a little, but I'll live. This is about you. You are strong, Magna. And if you can move and fight in my mana zone? Just a little bit more practice and you'll kick Luck's ass, and maybe kick mine."

He was still conflicted with his emotions, trying to hide his voice as he wiped at his eyes:

"I wish."

"You're stronger than you know," I cooed, taking his hands away again, seeing how quickly his chest was heaving when my head fell, kissing him softly.

Struck with a good shock, he was frozen, then melted when he kissed back, interlocking our hands, still going for more when I picked my head up.

"What? Want another kiss?" I teased, leaning back down as he nodded, stopping right before our lips touched again, "Beat Luck and you'll get another one."

"You're cruel," He pouted, making me laugh and feel a little guilty:

"Alright, fine. One more."

Pouring more passion into this one, I was hoping that my kiss would not only let him know that I believed in him but also, encourage him to keep getting stronger.

He held my hands even tighter, panting when I gave one last peck before pulling away, "And I'll even change my little offer. Beat Luck and we can go on a date. How's that sound?"

"I'm gonna beat the crap out of him," He panted, as serious as ever, the look of seriousness making me laugh:

"That's a fight I'm looking forward to watching." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[iwantanywayyy]

dad and i are sitting on the couch together watching tv. it's Friday night so neither of us should be worried about getting up early tomorrow. i honestly always feel on edge when i have to stay at dad's for the weekends. he watches me do things i know dads shouldnt but he says it's because he loves me and wants to make sure im healthy and safe.

as we're watching the movie he keeps hinting i should go to bed because it's late. every time he talks he presses his toes up against me...i shudder every time and cant help clinging onto the side of the couch. i swear sometimes i see him smirk. he seems annoyed every time i tell him i want to stay up and shakes his foot against my pajama shorts before slightly relieving pressure.

after the fourth time hinting he got up and started muttering to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

i quickly shoved my hands under my panties and checked and oh gosh im so wet why am i wet?! im scared because i know dad does bad things but i can never remember anything i feel crazy and if im wet does that mean i like it? does he know i like it? i hear his footsteps coming back and i quickly squirm back into the position i was in before he left trying to make my face cool down.

he has a cup of water in each hand and i smile in appreciation as he gives me one. taking a few sips i go to put it down but dad tells me to keep drinking because it will make me go to bed quicker. he says he's tired and will do the same but he cant sleep until i do so he counts us down and we both finish our waters before he puts his arm around me and lets me cuddle against him. honestly it made me kind of uncomfortable but dad is so big and he was so warm and made me feel safe at the same time.

as the movie goes on i feel my eyes starting to get hazy. i didnt think the water trick was gonna work that quickly (i didnt think it would work at all honestly but dad's old and maybe it works for him) i mutter out to him im sleepy and try to stand up to bring myself to my bedroom but in my efforts dad firmly grabs my thigh and plops me back down next to him. i dont know why but this made me giggly  so i tried standing up again just so he'd do it and i stumbled back on the couch letting myself fall all the way back.

my eyes were closed for i dont know how long and i felt so sleepy but dad woke me up when i felt his teeth biting into my neck making my eyes flutter open and i couldnt help but cry out i didnt know what was happening i looked down and my tits were pulled out of my top and dad has two fingers trying to shove their way into my little pussy as i squirm against him starting to cry pleading with him over and over to stop but he just hushes me and grabs my neck pulling me up with one hand and pushing me flat against the couch as he strips my pajama shorts off my flailing legs as he tried to force them apart but i fight against him which i shouldn't have because he took his second hand and brought it up to my neck choking me so hard i thought i was going to die!

when he let go i gasped for air and laid there as he easily picked up my legs and placed himself between them. i started crying when i looked down and saw his face pressed against my pussy and felt his tongue drilling my little hole.

"mmmmm little girl stop crying this little pussy is so wet for your daddy isnt it? ive tasted this cute little cunt before you know that sweetheart?"

he shoved a finger inside me making me cry out and beg him to stop i couldnt think at all i felt so weak what was he doing and why didnt i want him to actually stop?!

"you've got no fight left babygirl? you want daddy to breed that tight little teen pussy?"

i laid on the couch exposed and dripping, crying, feeling defeated as my dad pushed my thighs against my chest and lined his big cock against his daughters pussy that he just ran his tongue all over like an animal not caring what im feeling just taking what he wants.

"I'm a filthy fucking man baby im gonna rape my seed into your little teen cunt do you know what that means sweetie?"

i stopped writing there dangit i wanted to know what happened next :/

[84reedsy]

The Mentorship, Part 10

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 10 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4069

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

There were a number of questions vollied at them when they showed up at the arena. Kevin grilled Scott, and if Brinkley wasn't mistaken,  seemed like he had been up with worry all night. He glared at Brinkley from afar multiple times.  She took the hint to avoid him.  She still wasn't happy with what he'd pulled, but she was much less upset than before. 

She had to assume that Scott had fucked a lot of the frustration right out of her. 

She wondered if Kevin could perhaps sniff out what was going on or what had happened last night.  Maybe he felt as if she was moving in on Scott and he didn't want to share his best friend. 

“BRINK,” Curt snapped his fingers in her face.

She jolted and pulled herself out of her own thoughts. 

“What??” She responded,  irritated at being interrupted.

“Get your ass moving, we're up next,” he motioned for her to move quicker, “get out of la-la-land,” he snapped at her with his hand towel. 

“Geez, alright alright!” She snipped, rubbing the stinging flesh on her thigh before she went back to lacing up her boots. She was relieved when Page agreed to let her interfere more physically. It was only a house show,  but it was still important to her.

Page was still the face, but Brinkley heard more cheers than normal as she and Curt entered. They still had plenty of opposing fans to ridicule down the walkway.

“You're about to turn,” Curt said into her ear while they walked to the ring, “I can tell,”

Brinkley wasn't sure what to think.  She'd always been the villain, it had been an escape for the idyllic, sheltered existence she'd left behind her. She hadn't expected this response. 

“But I don't wanna,” she pouted, playing into her whiny role. Curt cupped her face as they stood by the ring apron. 

“You'll be alright, baby girl, just let me handle it,” he assured her with a wink. 

She didn't know if his response was kayfabe or real.  She'd have to find out after the match.  For now she was focused on having to sell a Diamond Cutter finishing move.  

She interfered and because of that was “accidentally” given the move.  As she lay on the mat, she heard the crowd murmur and then boo Page.  Curt suplexed him for the win.  

He checked on her to make sure she was really alright,  then pulled her out of the ring.  She pretended to come-to enough to walk with his assistance.

“You're welcome,” Page said, coming in from the ring.

“For what?” She asked, “I'm the one that made you  look good,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

“I'm the one that put you over,” he looked at her and Curt knowingly.

“But I -” she started,  but was shut down by Curt.

“We are going to have to workshop her character,” Curt said,  knowing Page was involved with Creative, “She needs to start working matches during house shows.”

Brinkley didn't argue with others around. She knew how disrespectful it would come across to second-guess Curt in front of everyone. She knew things had to be done a certain way.  That was a ‘day one’ thing Curt had taught her. 

She waited until they were in the car before she spoke up. 

“But am I really ready to be a face?” She questioned,  definitely not confident in the idea yet. 

“I think it's a good time for you to try,” he said with all the confidence.

“Scott,” she whined, hoping he'd side with her.

“Hey,  I'm for it,” he looked back at her somewhat apologetic, “Me and Kev are gonna bring you in with us. I can't complain.”

“What?!” She looked between them both several times,  “when was this discussed?”

“Doll, your first day here,” Scott said, remembering back to her shy introduction, “I called dibs on you,”

Brinkley wanted to be upset, but thinking about Scott wanting to have her from day one gave her a smug satisfaction.

“Are you staying with Kev tonight?” She asked, ignoring the awkward feeling of Curt hearing everything. 

“Probably…” Scott said, feeling a heavy disappointment.

“Jesus, for fuck's sake,” Curt rolled his eyes, “I'll go to the bar and you two have the room for a few hours. Just don't break any of the furniture.” He warned. 

Scott looked back at her with a wicked smirk. 

“No promises. Right, Brink?”

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Curt sat at a table, empty whiskey glasses in front of him. He was relieved that Brinkley was interested in Scott. However, she’d become such a part of his everyday, that he wondered what separation would look like. He couldn’t stop thinking about what may be going on in the hotel room he was paying for. 

He didn’t know what irritated him more, the fact that he was thinking about that, or Kevin’s indirect line of questioning. He seemed to fare similarly when his right-hand person was M.I.A.

“So, what you’re saying is we’re going to end up with her, but you are still gonna be her trainer?” Kevin asked, pondering the idea. At this point, he was a significant voice on the creative team. If he was on board, it wouldn’t likely be necessary to convince anyone else. 

“Yeah, pretty much, she might need to transition to another trainer at some point like we all did, but probably not just yet. Kowalski did a good job with Chyna, but she’d have to take some time off,” Curt mused aloud. 

“Then she’d be off TV again for a while. If she’s getting momentum, can’t do that,” Kevin took a swig looking back at the door as if expecting Scott to come waltzing through at any moment, “Maybe I’ll train her,”

Curt laughed.

“Pretty sure you’re just wanting an excuse to throw her around,” though he was amused by the suggestion, he absolutely did not think Kevin and Brinkley could coexist in that way. 

“You’re right, I don’t need her brand of headache anyway,” He shrugged off his own suggestion, “Scott could,”

Curt had honestly considered it before. He separated their positions - Curt had trained her first and the physical affection came later. Scott’s interaction with her started that way. He didn’t think there was much of a chance of Scott successfully training her at anything except being his fuck buddy. He did feel a surge of aggression when he wondered if she would call Scott ‘daddy’. 

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Brinkley tried to act completely collected as Curt readied and left for the bar. As soon as the door closed, she scrambled off the bed and to the bathroom, dolling herself up just a little. She dug through her bag, frustrated at the lack of sexy, showy options. She didn’t want to lug around an entire wardrobe, but she would need to figure out something better than this, especially if she wanted to make an impression.

A set of quick raps on the door made her forget that problem. She opened it and Scott stood on the other side of it, his arm leaning on the doorway. 

“Evening,” His slight smile and downward gaze gave away his intentions immediately. She felt stupid for giggling, but the noise rose out of her unintentionally. 

“How nice of you to drop by,” She stepped aside, inviting him in, “Can I get you anything,” She sarcastically offered in her best hostess impression.

“Yeah, your pussy full of my tongue,” He shut the door behind him and quickly yanked his shirt off. He knew they’d have a few hours, but he intended to fill them as much as would her. 

Brinkley liked his direct method. It left no guessing about what he wanted. She felt small and helpless as he stalked towards her and she liked it. She backed up until the back of her knees hit the bed, letting gravity sit her on the edge of it. Before she could scoot back any farther, he grabbed ahold of one of her ankles and yanked on the legs of her pants, slipping them from her easily. She bit her lip as he still approached her, crawling across the bed now. 

When her back hit the headboard, he closed in on her. His fingers gripped around the lacy hem of her panties and yanked them down, effectively ripping the side seam out. She gasped, the proof of his brute strength made her sex throb. 

Her knees were closed, but his hand slid between them, allowing him to crawl between her slowly opening legs. She had a small twinge of uncertainty at someone new in such an intimate space, but the moment his tongue darted across her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttered closed and she forgot any inhibition that previously existed.

Scott hummed against the sweet taste of her juices that painted his tongue as he licked a trail up and down her slit. He moved slowly, savoring her and listening to the sounds it elicited from her. He wanted her to enjoy this; he wanted her craving him. He wanted her to be desperate for more. 

Brinkley could barely handle leaving her eyes open to see Scott’s head slowly bobbing between her thighs. She could feel his rough stubble against her pussy lips and it felt even better than she’d imagined. As his tongue slowly circled her clit, she felt the tingles building, rolling her hips ever so slightly. His tongue slipped down though, teasing the edge of her aching entrance, building a different kind of tingle. She felt herself drawing close again only for him to switch his focus.

Scott laughed to himself as she squirmed more and more underneath him. She was fun to tease. She didn’t seem to know he was doing so on purpose yet, making her longing whimpers like music to his ears. He suckled her clit now, letting two fingers slip into her needy cunt. She nearly melted into the mattress as he massaged her g-spot and wiggled his tongue across her pulsing clit. 

“Scott, god pleeeease,” She looked down at him, her thighs quivering, her body flushed with want. 

“Please what?” He looked up at her with a dark stare, his lips damp from her juices, his fingers working deeper inside of her. His feral look nearly made her cum, her sex clenching around his fingers. 

“Please let me cum,” She pleaded, enjoying the idea that he was in control of her. He seemed to appreciate her approach.

“Please let you cum, what,” He slowed his fingers, not letting her move quickly against them. 

Brinkley was stuck in his gaze, her eyes searching his. She had an idea of what he wanted her to say. After all he had been witness to her calling Curt that very thing. But for some reason, she was unsure. 

Scott could see the uncertainty on her face immediately and silently cursed himself for trying to work that wordplay in so early. He assumed that it took a while for Curt and her to develop that level. He began to retract, but she spoke first. 

“Please let me cum, sir,” She bit her lip and looked at him as innocently as she could. 

Scott took the consolation without hesitation. He pumped his fingers quicker, slipping a third in. He pressed the muscled flat of his tongue against her nub and rubbed it roughly in time with his fingers, feeling and tasting her orgasm as she pressed herself more firmly against his face.

Brinkley’s breath stalled as her voice caught in her throat. Her head thunked against the headboard as the pressure in her sex released a burning crescendo of pleasure. She gasped for breath between the quaking tremors, feeling lightheaded by the force of her orgasm. 

“Gonna have to call housekeeping for some new sheets,” His gruff voice spoke gently, still letting his fingers stroke her shuddering insides softly. 

Brinkley looked down to see a damp spot soaking the blanket below her and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

“That’s so hot, baby girl,” He crooned, as if knowing she was unsure, “Never done that before?” 

She shook her head, feeling better with Scott’s praise. 

“Maybe we’ll make this Curt’s bed,” She joked, her voice still trembling a little. 

“Naughty girl, I like the way you think,” Scott lifted himself up, kissing her panting mouth, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue.He remembered her fervent reaction with anything on her neck and let his lips slide there next. She did not disappoint him, arching up against him as he bit and pulled the skin lightly, “Let’s see how wet you can really get it,” 

Scott plunged his fingers back in as he resisted really biting her and leaving tell tale marks that would likely draw a lot of attention. She inhaled sharply, not ready for the onslaught of his controlled but fierce ministrations. She felt tingling in her core again as she clamped down on his fingers, crying out wordlessly as she came again. 

He slid his soaked fingers from her assaulted cunt and spread the wetness up and down her slit. He looked up at her as he did, that same intense stare making her feel like she was about to be the victim of a very brutal assault. 

“Good girl,” He praised and she was sure those words alone might have soaked the bed more. She saw him fumbling with that belt again. She wondered why he even bothered putting it on. His dick was big enough to hold his pants up anyway. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down and pulled the tip of her nipple with his teeth, letting it pop back just before she would have asked him to stop. The prickling pain morphed quickly into a smoldering pleasure. He did it again, letting go just as she whimpered, working the hardening bud into an aching peak. 

“If I ever hurt you…tell me,” He kissed the valley between her breasts as he made his way to the other, “I only want you to feel good with me,” His rasp inflamed and chilled her at the same time. She couldn’t help but shiver, arching again as he drew the other nipple between his teeth.

“I will,” She nearly hissed just as he let go again. He leered at her with an expectant look as he paused, “I mean….yes, sir,” She said with a sheepish grin.

“That’s better,” His tongue bathed the tip of her tit now, a welcome softness to his earlier enjoyable torture, “Don’t let it happen again,” He growled as he nipped again.

She could hear the belt loose now, hanging from his jeans as his zipper descended. She felt a rush of excitement as he rolled to his back and kicked his jeans to the floor. There was more light now, and more opportunity to really take in the sight of him. To her she couldn’t imagine more of an ideal specimen of masculinity. 

She didn't realize she licked her lips as her eyes took in the entirety of him.  She crawled over to him,  kissing his shoulder down to his chest, nipping at his nipple in a similar, teasing fashion. She smirked as he hissed in return, but still watched her, one hand toying with his hardening member.

She took her time kissing down his torso, her tongue savoring the taste of his skin. She bit his hipbone lightly before she made a trail to his swelling shaft. 

“Look how hard you make me,” he built her up more, “so damn hard, baby,”

He held his cock for her, letting her tease the pulsing tip with her lips. He bucked up his hips as soon as she took the tiniest bit of him in,  filling her mouth quickly. She took the hint,  letting her lips slide farther down on each pass. His cock stretched her lips and made taking him deeper challenging. But she was always up for a challenge.

She used his groans and praises to mark her actions, repeating what garnered the most of both. She looked up at him as she did so,  hoping she was sucking his cock well,  but also looking good while doing it. 

“Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your pretty mouth,” he grumbled, his teeth on edge. His hand slid over the top of her head and encouraged her to move faster and slip him deeper. She resisted choking when his glans would probe her throat, gasping for breath when he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped it against her lips. 

“I need that fucking pussy now,” he demanded, his words cracking an invisible whip, “on your knees, girl,”

Brinkley felt her subservient obedience kick in like a natural response as she turned on all fours. 

“Yes, sir,”

She watched him over her shoulder,  biting her lip as he knelt behind her. She heard him fumbling with something, hearing a paper-like tearing sound. 

“Need to be more careful than last time,” he slipped the condom over himself,  running his hands over the curve of her taut ass appreciatively, “gonna be hard enough not to just fuck you all the time,” he laid a sharp smack on one cheek. She jumped and whimpered but waited for another. 

Scott admired the temporary outline of his handprint, evening up on the other cheek. He ran his tip through her slit and pressed against her entrance. Though she was as wet as could be, he still struggled against the tightening confines of her sex.

He had to wonder if Curt hadn't really fucked her very much. She was shaking as he sank in,  her face falling to the bed,  keeping her perky ass perched in the air. 

He let her acclimate as he sheathed himself fully into her.  He ran a hand slowly up her back and back down, calming her reserve. He didn't shame her, that was far too harsh. 

He grabbed her hips as he started to move in her,  slowly at first but with ever-increasing force. 

She yelped into the bed each time he bottomed out,  feeling a new pleasure center being struck.  She had to keep herself from trying to crawl away. She felt as if she was seeing stars every time he thrusted in her.  She felt lightheaded as he smacked her ass again. 

“Baby,  you have no idea how good this looks,” Scott said,  almost horsley, as he looked at her pussy, swallowing his cock with each thrust, “taking it like my good girl,” he felt her spasm around his member and grinned.  

Brinkley rolled her eyes back as she came again, shockwaves emanating from her core outward. She had the blanket balled up in her fists, breathing through clenched teeth. She gasped when she felt his hand sliding along her scalp and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. 

She felt immobilized by his control,  absorbing every intense thrust whether she could handle them or not. She barely managed to open her eyes,  met with a mirror reflection across the room of herself with Scott behind her, a pleasured, determined look on his face. 

She felt odd watching herself being fucked,  but had to admit,  she looked good being fucked by Scott. Especially the way he was manhandling her.

“You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asked with a deep gruffness.

Her response paused, another thing she'd never done, but curiosity flooded her as much as her desire to give him what he wanted. She tried to nod, but was still held captive by his hand on her hair. 

“Yes. Yes,  sir,” she  managed as he thrusted in her quickly.

“Get over here,” he growled, regretfully pulling out of her and ripping off the condom. He stood at the side of the bed as she turned around quickly,  still dizzied by the ferocity of his prowess. She lay on her stomach, looking up at him with her mouth open as he quickly stroked his cock.

“Tongue out,” he demanded, holding himself directly over her waiting mouth. As she slipped it out,  he felt his balls tighten and his cum shot from the tip, his seed collecting on her tongue and lips.

She sucked his spunk down, swallowing it just in time to receive another generous spurt. She couldn't quite place the taste of it, but didn't let it linger too long before swallowing.

Scott watched with smug gratification at how eagerly she lapped up his cum. And the way she looked at him the entire time he found incredibly hot. He let her suck the last drops from the tip, shuddering as he became hypersensitive to every touch. 

She let his cock fall from her mouth and pulled herself up to her knees. 

“Was it good?” She asked with a modest concern.

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott stood directly in front of her,  out of breath,  his forehead dotted with sweat, his body flushed  from his sexual exertion, “Look at me,  I'm a damn mess,” he let out a raspy laugh, “Good doesn't begin to describe it,”

She looked proud, but insecure that she even had to ask. 

“Sorry …I just…I'd never done it that way,” her cheeks burned as she sat back against her heels. 

“Don't ever apologize,” his hand caught her chin from looking down, “not when you're that stellar of a fuck,”

She wasn't sure how to take the compliment,  but had to grin at his earnest expression.

“Well…” she reached out to him, her hand slowly massaging his balls, “it is still pretty early….”

“Fucking christ, girl,” he groaned, but did not pull away.

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Curt stumbled into the dark room half expecting to still see Scott here defiling Brinkley, but the room was quiet and still. He felt relieved, kicking his shoes off to the side. 

“Brinkley?” He called out in the dark with no answer. He could see her in bed, snuggled under the covers asleep. She was alone, not that he’d expected Scott to stay the entire night. Part of him hoped she’d still be awake, wanting to tell him about everything she’d done that night and the selfish part of him had hoped she’d share that she was still somewhat unfulfilled and needed him to finish the job. 

Clearly that wasn’t the case. 

He sighed, but stripped down to his underwear and flopped into bed.

“What the fuck??” He exclaimed as a cold dampness lay under him. Turning on the light and lifting up the blanket, he could see the wet spot spread to the sheets, “Are you fucking kidding me…” It was obvious to him that she indeed had a pleasurable evening. He turned the light back off and he slipped into Brinkley’s bed instead. He had to appreciate the rib, but he couldn’t help but be a little ticked off at the same time. But she was the one that now had to share her bed; the more he thought about it, he’d hoped she’d share a little more.

She moaned and turned over toward him as he laid down. It was easy to see that she was naked as he’d climbed in, with his buzz, he could definitely use some female company. He slid closer to her, pulling his cock out at the same time.

He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, rousing her a little.

“Scott?” She mumbled, struggling to open her eyes, “Oh, Curt…what are you doing?” Still lethargic from sleep, she struggled to come to. 

“Daddy needs some help,” He moved her hand up and down his shaft, “If you think you can handle it.” 

“I don’t know, Daddy, I’m…I’m kinda sore,” she whined a little in her sleepy voice, “Or I would,” She woke a little more now, moving her hand on her own, “And tired…can we wait until tomorrow? Unless this is all you want…” 

Curt felt foolish and irritated, but couldn’t very well blame her for being honest. 

“Of course we can,” He sighed, but hummed when she didn’t pull her hand back right away. Even if he didn’t cum, her touch felt nice. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” She mewled, snuggling up against his chest. She’d wished Scott could stay so she could sleep against him. It was such a nice way to wake up. But Curt was also an incredibly nice body to curl up against.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Sleeping In The Cold Below

If I had a nickel for every time Voiceplay did a song from a videogame, featuring Omar Cardona and arranged by Geoff... (Well, this was actually a co-arrangement between Geoff and Rob Dietz, but my point still stands! 😝)

Voiceplay's video for Sleeping In The Cold Below was uploaded on the 17th of February, 2024 (which for me typing this, was yesterday), and the song comes from an "action role-playing third-person shooter multiplayer online game" called Warframe, originally released in 2013. I know buggerall about the game, and have never heard the original song before, but as we should all know by now, that doesn't matter when it comes to Voiceplay! I'm very excited to break this one down, so let's get into it!

Very cool mask things! (But also I'm glad they were only for the opening (and closing) shots)

Apparently this was filmed at some place called Optiview 360, and the name checks out tbh, because those are some very cool wall and floor effects, which I will be pointing out multiple times in this post!

(Also very niche little fun fact: the guys are in the exact same lineup order as they were for Dream On and Whiskey In The Jar: Geoff-Eli-Omar-Cesar-Layne!)

The contact lenses were definitely a great touch for this video, I must say

Cesar is wearing two different coloured contact lenses, because apparently he (and Omar too) couldn't decide which colour to go with (valid), and in fact Cesar and Omar are wearing one each of two pairs! (So basically their contact lenses match up)

Geoff's hair looks greyer than usual here, and I can't for the life of me figure out whether it was coloured grey for the video, or if it's just the lighting, or if this is more of his natural colour nowadays. I'm certainly not complaining though, and I'll just have to wait for more videos from him and Voiceplay this year to hopefully figure it out!

Also, even though I love his hazel eyes, whether you can actually see a tinge of green in them or whether they just look a dark-chocolate-brown colour, I'm not gonna lie, the contacts he's wearing here are really doing things for me 👀👌

(And his outfit in this video seems to fit *really well* on him and he looks fantastic in it okay bye)

Eli's wearing two different coloured contacts as well! (This Is Halloween flashbacks anybody?)

This is almost pure-white lighting, and I reckon this is his natural hair colour at the current moment. You can definitely see his grey-white streak here, and his hair does still have a notable bit of brown to it, but it's almost definitely getting greyer (embrace it! Love it! I know I sure do!)

(Actually I might do a Geoff hair study for this video, but later, and not as part of this post)

Everyone is now unmasked, and more cool background visuals!

Swear I won't point out every single background change in this video, because there seem to be a fair amount of them, but still! So many cool ones!

Notice Omar's different coloured contacts as well!

Is that a freaking black hole?

"It can hurt you, it can hold you, he can kick you or console you"

(Not shown here are Cesar's cool little head movements during the third shot pictured above)

Omar's got some moves! (Also background change yet again!)

Layne looking like he knows full well that he's just showing off at this point 😝😁

Complete and utter superstars!!!

(Also that hand next to/under the head movement is definitely on my list of "movements I mimic when (re)watching Voiceplay videos")

I mean WOW!

Also the background design changes at least 18 times, that's quicker than once every 10 seconds!

I loved this song and video so much I rewatched it almost immediately after my first watch, and then that night, I went and rewatched it again two more times! And honestly I'd have to say that out of all the videogame song covers Voiceplay has done (Enemy, Halo Theme, Dragonborn Comes, etc), this is 100% my favourite! Everything about this cover and video is so absolutely top-notch high quality, and the song absolutely slaps! Well done Voiceplay, you've knocked it out of the park again! Honestly the fact that they're just an independent acapella group on YouTube blows my mind sometimes.

So I'm finally up-to-date on all the full-length Voiceplay videos that I wanted to talk about, although by the time you're reading this, there will probably be a brand new Voiceplay video (edit from future me: there's not),But for now? Well either tomorrow or the day after (depending on whether there's a new VP video to talk about first (there ain't)), you will be seeing a handful of "Voiceplay-Adjacent Visuals" posts, where I'll be talking about the visuals of some of Geoff's solo videos! But that's all for now, and stay tuned!

[kitthepurplepotato]

DEAR DEAR LOVE.

OKAY.

I HAD to send this comment as a massage and not in the comments section because I have so much to fucking say.

I think I want to marry you?

First of all the new chapter got me into the six dimension and I can't believe I actually got the courage to read this in the car with my dad so I had to pause and actually get home so I could react to this in peace, and OMG the d-rule.

Perfection.

You have no fucking idea how I fucking love the idea of the mha series happening in this universe and Deku meeting horikoshi and there are no words that can describe my feelings rn but I'll try anyway

You, you bring me happiness and this has become much more than just a fanfic, and I might be exaggerating but who can blame me when I read perfection.

But love, dear, darling, sweetie, I adore you, okay? But please please PLEASE take a break if you need to, your health means much more than us and stupid adorable deku alright? I'm begging you, do not overwork yourself, please

Alright. So have an absolutely amazing wonderful and happy birthday ever, I wish you all the goods and hugs, and everything you could ever wish for, and as always, don't forget to drink, eat, and rest my love! ❤️❤️❤️

I love you so fucking much, I swear your comments are my favorite things on Tumblr! ;D

Not going to lie I kinda thought you’re gonna send me hundreds of questions when I saw your name pop up and I was kinda excited 😂 it’s still exciting though, you made my heart go all TOKIDOKI!!! 💜💜💜

Funnily enough the D-rule thing and the KiriBaku story wasn’t even planned that just happened while I was writing 😂 it was supposed to be a basic confession scene, no My hero academia story or anything but then… Deku decided to overcomplicate the whole chapter but I really like how it turned out and the confession wasn’t as harsh thanks to it so I’m glad!

About your marriage proposal, well, it’s not impossible to be fair, might need to talk to me boyfriend of 10 years about it but he doesn’t look like he wants to marry anyway so you can totally marry me? 😂😂😂😂😂💜

Thank you for all your worries, I swear I’m completely fine! (well, kinda, but it has nothing to do with me overworking myself I’m afraid 😂)

Writing these silly fanfictions make me happy and reading your comments is my favorite thing in life, honestly! I also play the two MHA games on my phone all the time so I swear I’m not just writing and editing every single moment of my free time. The only reason I get overwhelmed is because sometimes i enjoy the chapter I’m writing so much I over-concentrate on it and I give myself anxiety because I have so much to say but everything wants to come out quicker than my fingers can move and then I burn out for a few days. I’m silly like that. (yes, I have undiagnosed ADHD 😂)

(this bit a tiny bit more personal, mostly for Ronimacaroni, but feel free to read it if you are nosy like me haha)

I don’t really know how to do anything without stressing to be honest, even those two games makes me feel like I NEED TO play a certain amount of time with it daily even if I’m not in the mood, otherwise I feel like I’m “neglecting it”. So silly.

I do the same at work by the way, I used to be in management so I always had all the responsibility on my shoulders and I changed my job due to my mental health and went down to operations (so basically just putting stock on the shelves) yet I still manage to freak the shit out and try to sort stuff out that’s not my responsibility. It’s just who I am, trying to everything all at once then making myself sick with it. I’ll try to think about your words the next time I start being an idiot though!

But I swear I don’t only post because I need to and I do take a break when I have to it’s just that I had a random spur of inspiration after my birthday and I managed to write both the Izuku and the Bakugou chapter, all in one go so I was like “why wait if I can post them sooner and read the cute comments that will make me happy” so after I came home from work because I got a flu and had a Power Nap I posted the Izuku one quickly, knowing it will cheer me up 😂

Omg why can’t I shut up I’m so sorry I love you much btw be my friend thank you 😂💜

Tell your dad I said hi! 😂💜 (that sounds so weird omg just shut me up please omg this is as long as half of a shenanigan chapter send help)

Kit

This is me now and Inko is you, listening to my rambling thank you.

[silawastaken]

How are youuuu doing? :D

honestly... 😰 I'm in school answering this and GODDAMN prelims AUGHHH I hate school so much why can't I fast track to uni like ugh (I literally had one prelim and I'm complaining like I've had one every day, I'm being dramatic)

also I SWEAR I'M TRYING TO WRITE WHEN I HAVE TIME I SWEAR DOWN ON MY LIFE I'M JUST SO BUSY 😭

i haven't been on pretty much any social media for days because I've been so all over the place so yeah, next author's note lore drop gonna go crazy trust me

I'm currently supposed to be doing my national 4 English and I'm sitting here looking at it like... 😃 okay??? Is this supposed to be challenging??? I could have done this in my sleep while I was five. My teacher has pissed off to god knows where so I'll probably be able to get a sneaky few words in while I wait for him to come back so hey maybe there'll be another chapter soon

ANYWAY I WANNA KNOW HOW YOU ARE TELL ME PLEASE I'M SO BORED ALL THE TIME I SWEAR I'M USUALLY QUICKER IN RESPONDING TO THESE KIND OF THINGS SO TELL TELL TELL PLEASE!!!!!! :DD