#lil bit of sunbathing

[breezypunk]

Giving all of my oc's the sunset lover trait.

[puckinghischier]

Sunburnt

Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary: reader gets a little too excited on her first day at the lake, resulting in a nasty sunburn

notes: hi!!!! long time so see!! my writing slump has been brutal, but i had a lil pool day today and was sitting there thinking about what a summer at the hughes lake house is like while sunbathing and this little piece popped into my head. it’s not much and probably a lil all over the place, but i hope you enjoy!! i missed all of you 🥺

[3.3k]

(also, unedited bc it’s late and i’m going to bed. i might edit it in the morning, we’ll see)

You’ve waited all year for this. You have absolutely nothing on your agenda but two straight months of lake house fun and working on your tan.

Your move to New Jersey had really put a halt to any tan building for a majority of the year. You learned quickly that the winters were long and brutal, leaving little room to feed your sunbathing addiction.

You had tried to find a salon to tan at, but you quickly got bored of the bright lights and sterile smell. You even tried spray tans a couple of times, but you always felt you had more of an orange tone than a golden one.

You didn’t have to worry about any of it for a second longer, though. You were finally in the place you craved to be year-round.

Since the season ended early for the boys this year, the Devils losing their shot at the playoffs, you and Jack had packed your things and left Jersey the second all of his current post-season duties were over with.

Jack had managed to secure himself a pass on any other post season activities the players might be pulled for. He wasn’t required to return to the city until pre-season started.

Luke and Quinn were set to join the two of you whenever they could, but with Luke playing on the U.S. national team, and Quinn’s playoff run with the Canucks coming up, it would be weeks before either brother made their way to the beloved lake house.

Ellen and Jim were also set to join at some point during the stay, but weren’t yet sure of when they could escape their work for a few weeks.

This leaves you and Jack with the entire house to yourself for the beginning of your stay. You loved the other Hughes brothers, but with Luke living with Jack and your own roommate being a homebody, the two of you were rarely ever awarded with true alone time.

You were currently putting sheets on the bed in what will be yours and Jack’s room for the next two months while Jack unloads his car.

You were nearly done when you hear the sound of a suitcase being dragged up the stairs.

“God, Y/N, I know we’re going to be here a while, but it feels like you packed your entire apartment in here.”

Poking your head out of the open doorway, you watch as your boyfriend heaves your gigantic suitcase up the double flight of stairs.

“Well, I was going to only pack a few swimsuits and pjs, but I figured I should pack some real clothes for when the rest of your family gets here.”

Jack responds with a glare as he climbs the final step, stopping to take a breather. His face was a light shade of red and there were a few beads of sweat on his top lip.

“You know, I figured since you just finished your season you’d still be in pretty decent shape, but it looks like you’re going to have to stay in the gym all summer. Maybe do a bit more cardio and weight lifting, seeing as you’re struggling to carry my lil’ ole’ suitcase,” you tease, retreating back into the bedroom to place the decorative pillows on the bed.

“Maybe if you didn’t shove a dead body in your luggage I’d be able to carry it up the stairs like a normal person. But no, you had to pack cinderblocks.” He rolls the oversized suitcase into the corner of the room, placing his own measly duffle bag next to it.

You let a small giggle slip out, walking over to where Jack was standing with his hands on his hips.

Once you reach him, you place your hands through the opening left by his arms on either side of his torso, hugging him close to you. You let your chin rest on his chest as you look up at him, his own face tilted down so he could meet your eyes.

“Thank you, my big strong hockey player boyfriend, for carrying the dead body in my suitcase up the stairs. I’ll make sure to leave your name out of all this in court,” you joke, leaning up to place a small peck on his lips.

“Oh, how kind of you. How will I ever repay you?” Jack places his own arms around you, pulling you even closer.

“Hmmm…” you pretend to think. “How about helping me rub tanning lotion on my back and laying in the sun with me for the rest of the day?”

Jack acts like he’s mulling it over, raising his eyebrows while tilting his head to one side.

“I guess I can manage that. Considering the circumstances.”

You smile up at him, pulling out of his embrace.

“Yay! Okay, I have to go get changed. Set up the chairs for us?” You ask him, clapping your hands together out of excitement.

“Your wish is my command,” Jack says with a bow, playfully rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

You turn to open your suitcase to fish out one of the many bathing suits you brought as Jack makes his way out of the room.

“Find the sunniest spot you can! I need to make up for lost time!” you shout after him, hearing a laugh as he makes his way down the stairs.

Only 10 minutes later, you walk out of the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. You spot Jack on the dock down near the lake, putting the final touches on your sunny oasis.

You make the small trek down to him, pool bag in hand and sunglasses on your face.

“Wow, all this for me?” you announce your presence as you reach the end of the lengthy deck.

Jack had set up two tanning chairs on the end of the dock, an umbrella in-between them for when you inevitably claim you’re too hot and sweaty to sit in the sun any longer. He had a small cooler set up with waters, beer for himself, and some of your favorite fruity seltzers.

He had even found a small fan that he clipped to the arm of your chair to keep you cool while you laid out in the sun. He was fiddling with the small speaker he had under the umbrella as you approached, a country song flowing out around you.

“Only the best for my little felon,” he recalls your earlier conversation, raising up to give you his full attention.

Once his eyes fall on you, his mouth snaps shut.

You had picked your skimpiest bikini, wanting to get all of the risqué swimsuits out of the way before the two of you had company later in the summer.

The number you were currently sporting was a pale pink matching set. Two tiny triangles covered your chest, while a high-legged thong covered the rest of you.

You watched as his darkening eyes raked over your body, his tongue poking out to wet his dry lips.

“Hell, baby, you can stuff my dead body in a suitcase if you’re going to look like that while doing it,” Jack breathes out.

You laugh at his response, walking over and setting your stuff on your chair, patting his bare chest as you walk past him.

You bend over to grab your tanning lotion out of your bag when you feel a light smack on your ass cheek, straightening up to find Jack standing right behind you, his hand finding its place on your exposed hip.

“Y’know, we could skip this whole tanning thing and go make use of that big, empty house while we have the chance,” Jack lowly whispers in your ear, sliding his hand around to ghost his fingers up and down the soft skin of your belly.

You lean your head back on his shoulder at the touch, allowing yourself to enjoy it for a few more seconds before turning around in his hold and placing your hands on his freckled shoulders.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea and would absolutely love to….” You trail off, standing on your tip toes and letting your lips touch his ear as you speak. Jack gulps, closing his eyes as he feels your hand slip from its spot on his shoulder and continue to move downward, almost reaching the band of his swimming trunks when you stop.

“…..after we tan” you finish, bringing your hand back up to pat his cheek, causing his eyes to shoot open.

“Okay, not fair,” he pouts as you push him back so you can continue digging through your bag.

“You told me you’d tan with me, so tan with me you shall,” you remind him, finding the bottle of lotion and holding it out to him.

Jack fulfills your wishes and very thoroughly applies the dark lotion to your skin, only being reprimanded for wandering hands a few times.

The two of you lay out on the dock for hours, enjoying each other’s company while feeling the rays soak into your skin. You talk about Jack’s team and this past season, what the upcoming season might hold, what the plan is for when the rest of the Hughes family joins, and various other light topics.

At one point you let the soft music and warmness of the sun lull you to sleep, only waking up when Jack comes over and gently shakes your shoulders.

“Y/N, c’mon, time to go inside. You’ve been in the sun for way too long, you’re going to get burnt,” Jack softly speaks to you as you come back into consciousness.

“Mmm, don’t wanna. Too comfy. Warm. Five more minutes,” you fight him, turning your head over to face opposite him.

“Nope, not an option. Can’t let you get too fried on your first day. You won’t be able to do anything for days if we don’t go inside, Lovey,” Jack uses the nickname he stole from your own family.

You grumble in protest, but peel yourself from the chair nonetheless. You notice how much lower the sun is in the sky and wonder what time it is. You pull your phone from your bag to see you’ve been out here well into the evening.

You realize you and Jack forgot to go grocery shopping after you got here, your excitement about the sunshine causing you to forget any other chores you intended on doing today.

You grab your bag and follow Jack back up the dock, admiring the way the muscles in his back are flexed due to him carrying the still full cooler on his shoulder.

“Hey, J, what are we gonna do for dinner? We don’t have any groceries and I’m not sure if you want to go out, but-“ you’re cut off by your own stomach, the growl loud enough for the two of you to hear over the music still flowing through the speaker in Jack’s pocket.

“Yeah, looks like we’re going out, huh?” Jack laughs as your cheeks turn an even darker shade of pink than they already are from the sun.

You reach the house and help unload the cooler into the fridge before making your way up the stairs to rinse off and change.

When you step into the bathroom and undress, you’re shocked to see the extremely present tan lines already formed on your very red skin. You hadn’t noticed it outside, but your entire front half is a fiery shade of red.

You lightly press two fingers to the skin in-between your breasts and notice the two white fingerprints left behind. Your eyes widen when you realize how badly burnt you are.

You exit the bathroom to grab the after-sun lotion you packed before returning and turning the shower on, making sure you remember to lather yourself in the lotion after you’re done showering.

You peel back the curtain and step under the warm stream of water, but the feeling of the water hitting your sensitive skin causes you to cry out, trying to remove yourself from the water’s harsh sting.

Your scream of pain grabs Jack’s attention, causing him to rush up the stairs and burst into the bathroom, panic evident on his face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong, are you okay?” he steps into the bathroom, looking around for the source of your scream.

“Jack, we have a problem….” You whine, pulling the curtain back to reveal the state of your skin.

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes widening at the angry, red color of your skin.

“Oh Lovey…”

You stand with the curtain open, shivering despite the elevated temperature of your skin. You had turned the water to cold to avoid the searing pain again, but the cold felt like small knives poking into your flesh.

“I think we got a little too excited with the tanning lotion….” You squeak out, trying to wrap your arms around yourself, but any touch to your skin felt like fire.

Jack’s eyes fill with sympathy, but also guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have woken you up sooner. You just looked so content I didn’t want to make you go inside just yet.”

“No, it’s not your fault. I should have set a timer or something. You know how I get,” you wave off his guilt, knowing you can get a little sun-drunk sometimes.

Although, you had never let yourself get this burnt before.

You blame the New Jersey climate and its lack of warm weather for your tanning needs to prevent this from happening once you do manage to get somewhere warm and sunny.

Jack still looks at you, not sure what to do for you, but not wanting to leave you by yourself, seeing as you’re stuck standing with your arms held out a few inches from your torso to avoid any unwanted skin contact.

“I don’t know how I’m going to shower, Jack. The water burns so bad, even on cold. But I have to get this sticky lotion off of me,” you whine again, frustrated that you’re burnt so badly you can’t even wash the tacky lotion off of your body.

“I’ll go get a soft washcloth, hang on,” Jack leaves the bathroom for only a second before returning with a soft, blue cloth in his hands.

He adjusts the water temperature and holds the cloth under the lukewarm water for a moment before applying some of your body wash to it and handing it to you.

You take the cloth from his hands and attempt to wash yourself, but any movement of your limbs causes your damaged skin to pull, making you whimper out in pain.

“Okay, don’t worry baby, I got you,” Jack takes the cloth from you, stepping into the shower, standing in-between you and the water streaming out of the shower head.

“Please, be careful, J, it hurts,” you whine out, eyeing the cloth in his hand.

“I got you, Lovey, trust me,” Jack tells you as he drags the cloth over your skin so lightly you’re not even sure it’s touching you.

He continues the feather-light motion slowly, until he’s cleaned your entire body.

“I have to rinse you now, okay? It might sting, but we’ll go slow,” he turns to rinse the cloth, letting it soak with water once more after there’s no traces of soap left.

You close your eyes as he squeezes the water out of the cloth onto your arm, the sting only slightly better than before, but bearable enough you only have to have him stop once.

After he rinses all of the soap off of your body, Jack turns off the shower and finds the softest towel in the cabinet under the sink. He pats your sore skin dry, then rubs the after-sun lotion all over your body before helping you into your pajamas.

“Jack, I don’t think I can wear this, hurts too bad,” you tell him when he hands you the matching button up shirt to the shorts you’re currently wearing.

“Okay, go topless, then. Won’t hurt my feelings any,” he winks at you, causing you to roll your eyes with a smile.

Once you were as dressed as you could stand to be, Jack helps you to the bed sitting in the middle of your bedroom. Luckily your back wasn’t burnt, so he helps you into a partial sitting position, piling several pillows behind you to prop you up.

He starts to pull the blanket over you, but you stop him, knowing anything touching your skin right know would bring you to tears.

“Babe, you’re going to get cold if you don’t cover up with something. As soon as the sun sets you’ll get the chills,” he eyes the large window on the other side of the room, knowing it’ll be dark in another hour.

“Jack it hurts too bad, I can’t,” you cry out, pouting at him.

“Okay, fine. We’ll figure something out later,” he gives in, walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down.

He turns on the tv and attempts to find something for the two of you to watch when your stomach growls again, reminding you that you still hadn’t eaten since this morning.

“Jack, I’m still hungry.”

“Do you want me to go grab something?”

“No, don’t leave me here by myself, what if my skin starts melting off?” you exasperated.

Jack laughs at you. “Your skin isn’t going to start melting, but fine. I’ll go find the take out menus and see who delivers.”

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of your Chinese food.

Jack goes to grab the food and bring plates upstairs so the two of you can eat in your bed, knowing you don’t feel like trying to walk downstairs to the dining room table.

He sets everything out like a small buffet. You manage to sit up a little straighter and try to reach for a plate, but the movement brings a new stinging warmth to the skin of your arm.

“Jack, I can’t even reach for a plate, how am I supposed to fill said plate and feed myself,” you say, frustrated.

Jack doesn’t say anything, but he takes the plate you were reaching for and puts all of your favorites on it. He grabs a fork and moves so he’s sitting cross-legged beside you.

“Here, open up,” Jack brings a fork full of food towards your mouth, motioning for you to open your mouth as the fork gets closer to you.

You open your mouth and he shovels the food in, going back in for more food once you had chewed and swallowed the first bite.

“Are you really going to sit here and feed me that entire plate?” you ask him, slightly embarrassed that this is how your first night at the lake house is going.

“Well, yeah. You said you were hungry, right?” Jack responds, looking at you as if he thought your question was stupid.

“I am, but you don’t have to do this. You can eat your food. I’ll figure out something. I feel like a kid sitting here being fed,” you tell him, wishing you could cross your arms the way you usually do when you pout.

“Y/N, you’re sitting in front of me with no shirt on. I’m trying my hardest not to stare at your boobs right now because I feel it would be wildly inappropriate to be sporting a boner when my girlfriend is clearly in pain. I can assure you, the last thing I’m thinking about right now is you resembling a kid,” he says, seriousness lacing his tone.

You laugh at your boyfriend, causing the skin on your belly to burn slightly, but you don’t care. You love how Jack can always make you feel better about any situation, even one as embarrassing as this.

“Now, c’mon and open up. Your food is gonna get cold,” he fusses, bringing another fork full of food towards your mouth.

He feeds you an entire plate of food, then eats his own. He takes the dishes and leftovers downstairs before coming back up to take a shower of his own.

Once he’s done with his own shower, he brings the bottle of after-sun back into the bedroom and lathers your skin in it once again, hoping this will help soothe your skin a bit more before the two of you try to sleep.

He settles in the bed, and as he predicted, you’ve started violently shivering.

“Can I please put a blanket on you now? I know you said it hurts, but you’re going to shiver right out of this bed if you don’t cover up,” Jack pleads, hating to see you shaking like this.

“Yeah, we can try. But maybe just the top sheet only for now,” you tell him, still apprehensive.

He gently pulls the top sheet over your body, letting it fall right at your collar bone.

You thank him for that second coat of after-sun because you can actually bear the thin cotton on your skin this time.

“Better?” he asks, waiting for any kind of negative reaction from you.

“Better. Thank you, Jack,” you tell him, causing him to relax a bit.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he shrugs it off, moving to get himself settled on his side of the bed.

“No, I mean it. I’m sorry I let myself ruin our first night here. I just got too eager, I guess. Forgot I haven’t laid out in a while.”

“It’s okay. Really. It’s partially my fault, too. For letting you sleep for so long without making you move under the umbrella with me,” he turns the light off, sliding down next to you, but not touching your skin.

“Well, I promise, I’m wearing sunscreen and sunscreen only for the rest of the summer,” you swear to him, moving your hand to loop your pinky through his, not being able to handle not touching him.

“I mean, I’m all for it, babe, but I don’t know how my parents and brothers will feel about that,” Jack quips back. You can hear the amused smile on his face, even though the room is pitch black.

“Goodnight, Jack.” Is all you say, rolling your eyes and smiling even though you know he can’t see you.

Jack lets out a laugh, squeezing your pinky.

Your skin may be on fire due to your love of sun soaking, but your heart has been sunburnt for years; Jack’s own personal sunshine setting it on fire every second you’re together.

[muldermuse]

im sorry im thinking about having a daughter with butcher and she’s like 3 okay (looks so much like him but she gets her sweetness from you)

you go on a lil vacation to somewhere hot and invite hughie and annie bc they’re basically part of the family, your daughter terrifies hughie but annie adores her so they always offer to take her off your hands so you can be alone

you spend all day at the beach and butcher is basically leering at you all day. you know the bikini is a bit too much but the look on his face when you put it on was so worth it. when you’re sunbathing on your front- his hand is basically fixed to your ass, can’t stop whispering filth into your ear every time he rubs sun lotion into your back

you watch him paddling with your daughter in the sea when hughie awkwardly comes over, “me and annie can…uh…we can take her back to our room before dinner…maybe give you two some time…i mean it’ll only be for like an hour or so but-“ butcher makes his way over and you can’t wait to tell him

you pack your bags quickly and both press kisses to your daughters face, telling her you’ll be back soon. annie shouts that you’re gross as you try not to run back to the room

he fucks you so hard and slow in the shower, one hand wrapped in your wet hair and the other massaging your breast. his chest is firm and strong against your back, your neck strained but desperately trying to look in his eyes. the water is beating down on you and it feels so good, you begin to feel like you’re floating. “fuckin’ pussy is so good darlin’”, your moans in response aren’t even coherent- all you can do is nod and look up at him with your glazed over doe eyes

his thrusts are still hitting your gspot precisely and you cum with a cry, “good girl, giv’ it to me. c’mon give me all of it” your legs buckle as soon as your orgasm ebbs away, before you can beg for a reprieve from his cock stretching you out- butcher turns you and presses your back against the cool tiles. his head burrows in your neck as his thrusts become erratic, his breathing laboured as he cums deep inside you- slurring about what a good girl you are

🫡

[dilf-docs]

Le Pedí Al Mar Y Al Sol Que Te Trajera

pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: vacations are supposed to be fun! and with a hot older famous boyfriend? now we're really talking.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (yum), pwp, p. in v., fingering, pussy spanking (ooc i'm sorry i just want a man to do this to me), creampie, virgin!reader (sorry if this is kinda unrealistic for a first as i two i'm a virgin; in the curb we all fam), aftercare, spanglish ofc!!!

word count: 2,865 words

side note: so, i modified the request a bit bc idk pedro's friends like that (i just know omar apollo can tower over me wait what). check the og request here. reqs still open as we enter 2025! happy new year, dilf town citizens: pushed this drabble last minute as a lil' gift for you before the year ends! :) thank u sm for being part of it, my journey on tumblr is just getting started!!!!!!!!!!

Hace tiempo que quería yo sentir esto que siento.

They say dating a star and having to share him with everybody else is the hardest part, but to you, it's having both of your vacations occur simultaneously.

Finally, after months of shooting so many projects for the next year, your boyfriend is free.

Vacations are fun! They're supposed to be relaxing, especially after leading such a busy life as yours: juggling between work, studies and a relationship with world-renowned actor, Pedro Pascal. Yet, you can't help but feel nervous, fiddling with the loose strands of your skirt.

Pedro wants you to go alone, which means just the both of you: a little escape before Christmas Eve, as he and his friends have already planned their holiday together.

Doesn't matter how many times you tried to excuse yourself, he was determined to make you go with him. Besides, let's get real: it's not like you can say no to him. So now here he is, both of your passports in hand as you both are ready to board your plane to Mexico, where the rest of his friends will meet you a week later. Yes, more nerves to add on the schedule.

"If you don't quit that shaking of yours, I'll extend our vacation two more weeks" Pedro threatens once you're seated, but it's devoid of any malice. He's a bit far from you (he also insisted on the VIP flying part; you're just fine flying tourist, but can understand why he isn't), so you can't count on his touch to comfort you. "Didn't know you were afraid of planes"

You sigh, "I'm not"

"Ay, cariño. Are you afraid of me then?"

"No" you laugh nervously. You are, but not for the reasons he thinks.

It's the very first time the two of you will be fully alone. For obvious reasons, a whole week at the beach is much more intimate than just the dates you've been in. But here you are, already seeing the sand and water beneath you.

"Like what you see?" he jokes.

"Yeah" you look back at him, sincerity washing over the expression on your face. "I do"

If there is one thing you're sure of, is your love for Pedro. You'll just have to wait and see how this goes.

As of now, everything has gone well: sun, water, diving and lots of new photos and videos on your camera roll. You've gone swimming and danced on the bar of the hotel you're staying, some extra drinks on your system. You've also sunbathed under the same sun you've watched go down, in the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen in your life.

But here comes the hardest part: the night. Sharing a bed isn't hard: it's something that's happened before, one time even staying in his house for two days, all because he insisted.

This time is different: the way his gaze lingers over your bare legs, the same way he's looked at them when the droplets of water slide down them. The way he licks his lips, like he's starving and the most deliciously tempting meal stands before him. Mantaining eye contact like it's some kind of dare, just as he's done since you've landed, using it to disarm you little by little.

You don't think you can't take it anymore.

You lay down on the bed, and he leaves the book he's reading on the night table next to him, all his attention directed towards you. Yeah, you're afraid, he can sense, but apparently not that afraid to wear a dainty nightwear that gives a delicious peek of your breasts.

"Something you want to say?" you ask, almost daringly so.

"Say no" voice low, barely a whisper that could come across a breeze of wind entering through the open window as it stirs the courtains. "Want, yes"

You gulp. "What do you want, then?"

Shouldn't taken the bait.

"You" comes quick, like it's the easiest answer there ever is.

The rest of his answer comes in the form of hungry lips capturing yours, devouring them in a clash of desire against your own, even struggling to breath due to the animalistic borderline savage way Pedro's eating you out, his tongue battling inside your mouth while trying to explore every corner just to taste all of you on his palate.

"Pedro" you moan his name out when he bites your lip with a bit too much force, metallic filling your taste buds. It's all so hot, and you're too turned on to think.

His roaming hands itch to touch every available spot of soft skin your body offers, tracing first through your collarbones, and then leaving the task for his lips to complete. There goes a trail of kisses that go down your neck, teeth nibbling the sensitive skin until it turns red. You whine against his hold, big hands keeping you under him, back pushed against the soft mattress and silk sheets.

You gasp for air, lost in the fire, when suddenly his forgotten hands touch you down there.

"Wait!" you shout, mentally slapping yourself.

"¿Qué pasó?" he exclaims, scared. "Did I hurt you?"

"N-no" you're quick to deny, voice wavering as you seat up on the bed. Your cheeks soon flush, as there's regret when you say. "I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he tenderly cups your cheek. "Just tell me what happened"

"What happened is, I fucked up the vibe. I'm sorry, P. Didn't mean to stop you like that"

"¿No te estaba gustando, cariño?" he's questioning again.

"No" your answer is more firmly this time. His face morphs into a bit of hurt, and then you think your answer a bit more. "Ah, no. I mean, yes! I was liking it. I meant no as in no, it's not that why I stopped you"

"Then, why is it?" he grows a little impatient, but shows no such thing, rather focused on helping you out. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"I know" you smile sadly, insecurities washing over you like cold water.

"Then, tell me" he scoots closer, his perfume getting in your nostrils. Had he wore it again for this? God, what an evil little horny creature.

"I'm scared" you confess finally, the warmth of his receptiveness giving you a sense of security. His brown eyes soften, and you feel tears brim in the corner of your eyes.

"I know" he repeats your words, kissing you softheartedly, nothing compared to as before.

"No" you look directly at him, ready to take in every reaction his face will have. "I don't think you do"

"Amor, por favor-"

"I'm a virgin" you cut him off, panic rushing your answer.

"You are?" almost immediatly, giving no opportunity for silence to settle in.

You nod, slowly.

He sighs, sounding relieved. "And here I thought you didn't love me. Que te daba asco acostarte con un viejo como yo"

"No!" you deny hastily, then laugh. "Of course I love you, P. On the contrary, I was the one scared. Don't want to fuck it up on my first"

The energy changes again, as a flame sparks within your orbs. He looks surprised.

"Just because I said-" he cuts himself off. "Look, y/n, mi vida. I don't want to force you, yeah? I didn't know you hadn't- Listen, if you aren't ready, I'll understand"

"I am ready" clear and convinced, without a doubt.

His eyes circle between lust and love, "You want me to be your first, mmh baby?"

You nod, and he's back at the kissing and nibbling on your neck and collarbones.

"Please say it"

"I want you, Pedro. Quiero que seas mi primera vez"

Those sweet words of yours, an invitation not even the strongest man could deny.

"Let's start slow, yeah?" his fingers travel down to your panties under the nightwear, removing them and tossing them out of the bed, even with your pout. He kisses it off, wasting no time after to see your clit exposed. "Looking so sweet, angel. And needy" he gets closer, taking a better look at the wet mess that coats in between your thighs. He takes a whiff, intoxicated with the smell of your arousal dripping in waiting need. "Tell me if this is okay, yeah? I'll stop if it hurts"

Your breath hitches the moment his middle finger touches your puffy clit. Pedro runs his finger up and down, not adding much pressure to let you get used to it (kissing and eating each other out was all you had ever done). You whimper at the feeling as he repeats his action a few more times.

"Please, keep going" you plead, barely managing to not squirm at the overwhelming new sensations that shoot right through your cunt.

He begins to rub slow circles, making sure to add the right pressure onto your clit, then circling it, all while keeping eye contact, adoring the new expressions and sounds he's getting from you. You realize and shy away, embarrassed all of the sudden at the way he looks at you.

"Don't" he holds you by your chin with his free hand, "I want to know how you look when I please you"

You whimper, letting him do his own thing. He starts leaving sweet little kisses around your quivering pussy, enjoying the sight of your hole clenching at nothing.

"Think you can take more?" he asks, "want more?"

Two of his fingers dive straight in between your folds, coating them with your juices.

"Good girl" he praises when you only yelp, savouring the new feel of his digits inside of you. Then, he drags his fingers back to his mouth, tongue licking them clean. "Taste so sweet too"

"N-need more" you whine, desperate beneath him.

"Yeah?" This your first and you're already this greedy? I think I can get used to it" he laughs in adoration. "Let's try something better, yeah?"

Your body suddenly jolts, his big palm flat against your pussy. Pedro circles his whole palm across your cunt, middle finger pressing tightly onto it. You moan, back arching at the overstimulation.

He feels a little pervy, enjoying the way your tiny young body squirms beneath his caging body for of him. Nonetheless, he continues to rub you while you release more dirty sounds cascading out fo your filthy greedy lips. Your arousal keeps dripping like a broken pipeline, now smeared all over Pedro's palm, filling the room with slippery sounds.

"Mhm" you can't even speak, the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure reducing you to a moaning mess.

Pedro slaps your pussy twice, wet smacks bouncing off the walls.

"That's my girl" he then gently blows on your swollen bud, pressing a light kiss on it after. "Ready for it?"

It meaning his hard tent hidden under his underwear. You gulp, afraid you might not take it. He sees the hesitation in your eyes, but you're quick to dissmiss it.

"Are you sure you are ready?"

"Just do it" you demand, without knowing the consequences of your words, or the effect you have on him. Overall.

With needy fingers, you're fast to strip him out of it, admiring the size as much as you admire his now sculpted body. Jesus, you could build a cult out of it.

"Now" he cups your cheeks, fingers digging onto the skin, "I want you to look at me when I fuck you, yes? Don't dare to look away"

Pedro positions himself between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance. Then, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cry, trying to adjust to his size while your nails dig on his broad back, as he claims you, makes you his. Only his. Pedro'hi's hips snap forward with precision: every thrust is deliberate, each movement calculated to make your first as pleasurable as he can, despite the pain that's shown in your tears or the little drops of blood that fall onto the sheets.

"Shit" he pants, "tendremos que pagar por eso"

He grips your thighs, holding you steady as he pounds into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he moans, your tight untouched walls now stretching to adapt to his girth, "like you were made for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he firmly holds you. Your vision goes foggy, mind numb at the burning and pleasing sensations. Despite that and lack of experience, you meet his every thrust, your bodies moving as one.

Your core contracts around him with every motion. "You fuck me so good" you mewl, music to his ears.

"I know, baby" he chuckles, "sólo lo mejor para mi princesa"

Fingers dig into your skin as he guides you with precision, right as he wants you to be. You feel the intensity of his deep inside of you with every movement, his hot laboured breath against your ear.

"Doing it so good" his voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine. "Just for me"

"Just for you" you mindlessly pant out, the sensation of having all of him inside you, nothing separating the skin from skin, igniting a fire that spreads through your core. Your breasts bounce with each motion, Pedro's eyes never leaving yours, dark orbs locked onto your gaze as you urge him to go faster, drawing in a sharp breath as your body adjusts to the new rhythm he's providing, rapidly obeying.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your bodies clashing onto one another, flesh against flesh echoing softly.

"Your body is perfect, so wet, so tight for me" His words send a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly, your head falling back, "me tienes loco"

Pedro's weight grounds you as he begins to thrust deeply, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

"Tell me you want this, us" the words catch you off guard. "Will you take all of me?"

"Yes" without a thought or doubt, answering as you whine and clutch at his shoulders with his more urgent thrusts. "All of you, always"

You notice his hips snapping forward, more energy as he pounts into you. "Good girl" praising you again, voice thick in arousal and rough, "so good for me"

Despite being your first, you can feel what would be your orgasm building, closer and closer until there is no holding it back.

"Pedro!" you scream his name, body collapsing around him as you come, stars reaching your closed eyelids.

His movements become more intense and sloppier, breathing ragged as he chases his own release.

"Espérame. Stay there for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping tighter as he continues to pound into you. "Ya casi" his thrusts become erratic as he nears his climax, "almost there, baby"

You feel his body tensing as he comes inside you with a deep groan, seed spilling into you without wasting a drop.

"That's right" whispers against your sweet neck roughly, voice breaking as he collapses over you, trying to level his breathing. "Eres mía, only mine"

You're whimpering, body exhausted from the whole session you had.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired" you sigh, "but I don't think I can walk"

"We'll get you a wheelchair someway" he jokes.

"You think is funny? Ruining my holidays?"

He leans down to press a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Come on, we'll get you cleaned up" you mumble out a tired no, but Pedro's picking you up with his strong arms, taking your body to the bathroom. You wrap your legs instinctively around his waist, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

"You know what? Your fans were right: you do have a slutty little waist" you mock.

"Right" he blushes, embarrased as he takes you inside the bathroom, then placing you on top of the toilet. "Open up, baby" he grabs some tissues, trying to clean up the mess you've made between your legs. "Así, justo así, bebé" he parts your hair to the side lovingly, fixing it for you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Done, my pretty baby, look at you"

You hum, eyes threatening to close.

"I see you're not an after-sex talker. Come on, I'll take you back to bed" he picks you up again, your head leaning against Pedro's V line as he caresses your head. "Hope you don't mind the smell"

"I love how you smell" you mumble out in a drunk like state.

"Okay then" he chuckles, "let's go back to bed" taking you out of the room, gently placing you the mattress. He then pulls a pair of fresh panties from your suitcase, dressing you in them. He coos at the sight of you, sleeping peacefully despite what you did before.

He finally lays next to you, lovingly lifting up your arm to put it around his waist. He pulls the sheets over your bodies to keep you both warm, in the chilly room thanks to the beach's air.

He feels you move, snuggling closer to his chest to seek warmth.

"I love you" whispered, not expecting you to answer or hear it.

When you snuggle closer, he's sure you do.

[rottiens]

✮ tags. . canon au, satoru x no sorceress reader, neighbor!satoru, pinning, sfw (except maybe at the end, but it's nothing explicit).

✮ notes. . just a silly lil thing I had on the wips, this was way before the manga ended only now I've been encouraged to finish it, I think, it goes along with how the manga ended (no spoilers!) and is just a glimpse maybe at satoru's canon personality (I miss him painfully). divider creds: cafekitsune.

✮ wc. 1.9K

It has always been written in Satoru's nature that he must protect others. Even before he was born, his destiny was marked by the six-eyed ancestor, and the person before him and then the one before that.

He has taken on the role of caretaker of others long before he could have the choice to decide if he wanted it. In his hands is the power to care for his students, his clan, and every sorcerer he knows and those he doesn't even know. The weight of responsibility this puts on him over time has faded, with years of experience Satoru has learned to take the weight off the stress that comes with his responsibility as the strongest and has decided to accept his fate, without much thought to the title that haunts him wherever he goes, he was not simply Satoru, he was the strongest, always.

When called he goes, when ordered he acts. He attends mission after mission, traveling from one city to another and gets to the apartment he bought near the center of the city to flop down on the softness of the expensive mattress, often too tired to take off his uniform, shoes or blindfold, he lets the darkness of the place, the nearby noise of the air conditioner and the light traffic of the street pamper him.

Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember the last time he took a vacation or, he can't be that greedy; he just doesn't remember the last day he had off where he could have gone to the sea, sunbathed and sunk his feet in the sand, unless this wasn't part of a mission one way or the other. And that's fine, although he doesn't like to see himself as it, he's just another tool of the system and the tools....

Bang, bang, bang!

Satoru lifts his head from the boiling coffee pot with the brown puddle inside it looking like a fountain, he leans further over the countertop paying attention to the sound that seems to be coming from his front door. Something hard, solid, seems to hit the wood, not a fist... it must be something else, he deduces at once.

The coffee pot goes silent and the aroma of fresh coffee beans escapes throughout his kitchen. Satoru lifts his back and walks barefoot towards the entrance, whoever was behind he couldn't sense it. It wasn't Shoko, obviously he could smell her cigarette from inside if it was, the person whoever it was... it didn't smell like anything, and Satoru was curious about it.

“Hello?” your voice is soft, sweet as candy, or at least that's how Satoru perceives it. And being a sugar addict, he can't help but take a step forward, deciding to finally open the door before your fist, or whatever else you're using to interrupt his quiet morning, knocks a third time.

“Hey.” Satoru stops a flirtatious smile that he disguises with a polite one. Friendly. Like the good neighbor he is.

Satoru could be living much closer to Jujutsu High, in the modern condo just a block away, ideal for always being on time. But where would be the fun in being early every day? Even though with just a snap of his fingers he could show up in the middle of the classroom whenever he wanted, he likes to use the distance as an excuse whenever someone asks him why he was late.

Actually, Satoru doesn't know anyone in the neighborhood. He always comes late at night and leaves at dawn, sometimes before the sun even rises; so he doesn't remember seeing you before. And if he ever did, as someone with no cursed energy, you would have gone totally unnoticed.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks, trying not to make his confusion sound abrupt, though his brows furrow a bit as he watches you curiously.

You are contemplated like a bug under a microscope, with your neighbor's glowing blue eyes you feel stalked, small even. His eyes catch all the light in the hallway, they seem to glow and his dilated pupils catch your attention causing that no matter how much you avoid him, you always end up returning to his gaze, not to mention how tall he is and how peculiar his white hair is, unlike him, you prefer not to stare.

He finds you interesting, he can't stop looking at you. The only other person he knew incapable of being able to feel was dead now. So you were something unique to him, something that arouses genuine interest in him.

“This.” A box, almost your size in your hands. On top, a yellow envelope. “It's yours, I received these packages a few weeks ago and I meant to return them to you earlier but whenever I stopped by you weren't home...”

His frown deepens for a second before replacing it with a relaxed expression. He finds the situation strange, taking into account that he is never home, he buys everything he needs in person, he rarely shops online so he doubts that someone has sent packages in his name, to his address.

Anyway, he decides to accept it when he sees your trembling fingers clutching the box. He takes it from your arms and you let out a grateful groan, whatever is inside is heavy.

“Thank you,” you say. Satoru catches you looking him up and down, he had barely gotten out of the shower after coming in from running a few miles.

His hair was dry, somewhat fluffy giving him a relaxed look, and dark gray sweatpants are hanging off his hips. He's wearing a white cotton t-shirt that still clings a bit to his skin from the heat of the bathroom.

“Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?” the question leaves his lips almost automatically, and while his tone is nonchalant, Satoru waits curiously. You've probably already noticed the particular aroma wafting from his apartment, that mix between fresh coffee and something a little more mysterious. There's nothing wrong with the invitation, is there? After all, he's just trying to be a good neighbor, even if, deep down, the truth is that he wants to catch something from you, to find a way to feel your presence, to get to know you a little better as he does with anything that piques his interest.

You smile, with that reserved touch, and bring your hands behind your back, tucking them into the pockets of your shorts as you sway subtly on your heels. And even though he can't sense your energy, he almost seems to predict your response just by watching you.

“Maybe later.” Sure.

He didn't expect you to walk into a stranger's place just for coffee, he had to take a chance anyway.

“Thanks again, neighbor.”

He doesn't try to sound flirtatious but he does. You're cute, you're his type and you're not a sorceress, that just makes you more irresistible to a person who is used to always keeping control of everything that happens around him.

That morning with the box in your hands that, later, he realized was full of books and manuscripts that were sent from his clan to deliver to the school library, was the first time Satoru saw you. From then on he tried to make the encounters between the two of you less and less casual and more planned.

At first it was difficult, arranging his busy schedule in such a way that he would sometimes meet you in the hallways, taking the elevator or opening the door to your place in such a way that it seemed coincidental but Satoru succeeded. Within a few weeks he had learned about your schedule when you were at home, so he was always looking for an excuse for him to be around at the same time.

In between casual conversations, he began to get to know you better, discovering where you came from and how long ago you had moved into the big building. Satoru realized that you weren't just a pretty face; you had a good heart, an apartment decorated with real plants, and a cat that ran to greet you at the door with a meowing song, brushing against Satoru's legs in greeting.

After a couple of months, you had created a routine that he found comforting. He was next to you in this utopian bubble where no one else existed, a place where he didn't have to be alert all the time.

And... where was he? Right. The tools, the system and all that.

Tools like him don't think or make decisions; they're designed only to be used when they're needed. But with you, he felt like a regular man, one who didn't see curses crawling down the hallway trying to pierce your home, or one who wasn't constantly overstimulated by the energy that engulfed the world, one who wasn't aware of the changes in the cursed energy of others. With you, he was, really, just Satoru Gojo; one who didn't know he could be something more, someone more than the title he was given at birth. He was an ordinary high school teacher, and you were just you; you saw him as something more than the strongest and there was something beautiful for the first time in the raw idea of being nothing more than a mere human.

For the first time, he didn't feel his responsibility as a burden, but as a gift. It was the first time he didn't feel overwhelmed or with a bad taste in his mouth for being a tool, because now he could use it to take care of you. It was the first time he felt good about the responsibility of caring for someone like you.

“What do you think?” You're about to fall asleep on his couch, a couch he only uses when you come to visit him, so Satoru thinks he can't waste the opportunity to admire you up close. Watching your moles, how smooth your skin looks, the sweat dampening your collarbone and how much he wishes he could drink it.

When caught staring like a stalker, he doesn't flinch; he simply brings his eyes back to yours. You have one eye squinted watching him, while the other struggles to stay open, the dialogue from the show in the background fading like white noise.

“You're tired.” You snort before closing your eyes completely.

“I'm not. I want to finish this episode with you,” you say, clearly drowsy, snuggling further into the couch and clinging to the cushion between your legs, which Satoru wishes was his head. He sighs, feeling a tug on his ribs.

“Why don't you sleep for a while?” he suggests, playing ping pong between your lips and your face.

You purr something intelligible as the fist holding your chin weakens slowly while the dialogue on the television ends and the white letters begin to slowly scroll across the screen. Satoru consumes you with his gaze, inclined to touch you and settle you better on the softness of his couch. His heart is pounding in his chest and he feels his shorts tighten. The skin of your arm so warm under his knuckles, just as he had thought, and he thinks if he set his mind to it he could watch you sleep all day.

In a moment of hesitation, Satoru moves a little closer, feeling the warmth of your breath brush against his face, your lips pout indicating the level of relaxation you're in. Fuck. Just before he can do something he shouldn't, he jumps up and heads for the kitchen, where he grabs a glass of cold water and rushes to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and yanking down his shorts.

[kuroosdarling]

A MAN OF ACTION — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. zoro roronoa !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after all this time traveling with the straw hats, zoro can no longer deny the inevitable, it was time for him to share his feelings with you — or attempt to. he just wished it didn’t spark from jealously over that shitty cook.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. language, zoro battling with his feelings, might be a lil ooc, suggestive at the end ! — WC : 1.2k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : something came over me and i needed to write this out. the zoro brainrot has been intense lately >_< enjoy !!

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡*.ﾟ

the very thing zoro swore would never happen, happened. he’d never admit it out loud but he knew deep down, it was true. and it only infuriated him more.

jealousy warped his brain and had him doubting himself, all because of that shitty cook. each time he saw him effortlessly waltz up to you, armed with a thousand compliments on the tip of his tongue, sent his mind reeling.

even if zoro wanted to go up to you and say something like that, he doesn’t think anything he could say would amount to what he says to you. for sanji, flirting was as easy as breathing. he could do it with absolutely no problem, no shame, nothing but overly cheesy lines.

and yet zoro could barely open his mouth to try and articulate how much he cared for you. could mere words even sum up the feelings he held for you?

he wishes he could just spit it out in a manner like how sanji does. just breathless admirations of desire from his mouth to your ear. even though he knew the lines never really landed with the ladies, he still found himself wishing for a little more charisma to carry the rest of his way to your heart.

falling for you rivaled any other battle he’s had to face. normally, he’d fight it off with his three blades, but not this time. instead, this fight had him laying awake well past his bedtime, trying to sort through thoughts he’d never had before. finding himself missing naps left and right because he’d rather think about you and what you were doing. but he couldn’t let you in — wouldn’t. not when he had so much on the line. he was to be devoted to only two things : his dream and his captain.

but somewhere along the way, something new started to take hold in him – a sense of newfound devotion slipping through the cracks of his heart anytime he caught himself looking at you. so many feelings woven into his mind that he didn’t even know how to unwind it, let alone decipher it. but oh how his blood would boil anytime sanji paraded around you, offering you your favorite drinks and snacks — yet another thing he couldn’t give you.

but today he mustered up all the courage he had, his body buzzing like it usually does the night before a big fight. but mixed with something else, a fluttering feeling that had nausea crawling up his throat and threatening to close it. shaking it off, he set out to find you.

it didn’t take long, you were out on the deck of the sunny in your favorite lawn chair, soaking up the rays like you normally do when there’s downtime. the serene expression you had on your face almost made him feel bad for coming by to interrupt your alone time. almost.

steeling himself, he made his way over with every intention of telling you how he feels — or at least try to. but of course, it didn’t go as planned.

“hey.” he greeted as he shuffled up towards you, mentally kicking himself for sounding so unbothered — so gruff. his mind flickered to how sanji would normally greet you, all cheery eyed and smiling. trying to replicate that sounded like a nightmare but he didn’t want to act so stoic around you. not right now.

“hey zoro.” you smile anyway, looking up at him.

“what are you up to?” another kick. it was painfully obvious what you were doing but you just let it slide with another easy going smile, expelling his nerves with each moment it rested on your face.

“sunbathing while we still can. it’s rare to have days like these.” you lean back in the chair a bit, sprawling out more and accidentally exposing more of your skin. he had to look away for a moment before a blush crept up on his face. “i love the way it makes my skin feel, so warm and fuzzy, you know?”

he did know, in fact, that’s how he felt when he was with you. a perfect segway into the flirting he was trying to accomplish. but you beat him to it with something unexpected.

“wanna feel it?” you suggest, holding out your arm. he looks at you briefly before hesitantly pressing his fingers against your skin. and sure enough, it was warm, very warm. and so soft. he didn’t realize how swept up he was in the moment before you let out a gasp — quickly realizing he accidentally pulled you up into his arms. sometimes his strength gets the best of him.

your other hand lightly pressed against his chest to steady yourself and the warmth sent him reeling. your faces were closer now, sharing a silent understanding as you both held eye contact for a long while. he watched as your eyes trail down his face and landing on his lips before quickly snapping back up to him.

his chest heaved, the weight of your hand was something he never wanted lifted off of him, in fact, he only wanted more. he couldn’t stop imagining how warm you would be all over if he were laid up with you instead of standing merely inches away.

“zoro-“ you begin, falling short on words. the electricity between you started coiling around you both, pushing you towards each other. to resist was too suffocating, but to finally indulge? the gap needed to be closed somehow, he needed to say something to lure you to him even though you were already set in a trap.

“can i kiss you?” a final kick. everything that came out of his mouth was falling short. he never claimed he had a way with words, but the sparkle in your eyes told him that it didn’t really matter.

after a whispered yes, he surges forward – completely driven by a frenzied instinct. his lips consume yours as he pulls your body flush against his. there weren’t any words to describe how good your lips felt when they joined his and the soft, sweet sounds it elicited from deep within you.

it was a whirlwind, one full of passion, lust, and more emotions that zoro didn’t have the time to unravel. not when all he wanted to feel was your fingers clawing through his hair, deepening the kiss as you slip your tongue into his eager mouth.

the kiss itself was not graceful, it was sloppy and unpracticed but soon enough, you two fell into a rhythm. one that was so harmonious that it had him doubting if he really needed air to breathe or if he could live on your sweet kiss alone.

but ultimately, survival instincts took over, the two of you pulling apart with a string of saliva still connecting you. the string broke, falling on your lips and down your chin a little bit. without a second thought, zoro caught it on his thumb before glossing it back over your lips. the soft, pleading eyes you were feeding him had reaching out for you once again, pulling you closer by your hips.

“we should go somewhere more private.” you whisper breathlessly, lips swollen from zoros passion. without another moment to spare, he takes your hand and starts leading you exactly where you needed to go.

because zoro may not have a way with words, but he was always better as a man of action.

[ventique18]

Twisted Wonderland (Malleus) Comics Masterlist

🌸 Links under the cut 🌸

Never will there be a cold day with you

Drawing guessing relay game

Love is driving me a bit insane

Couple goals

Envious dad

Finding Yuutsum

The realization of Yuu-kun

Masterpiece

Getting physical

Surprise kisses

Greetings

Fortune Cookie

Pants

Handfeeding (Father Crowley crack)

Jelly bean

Breed and butter

Possessive "husband"

Calisthenics

Cute (?) height difference

Nighttime activities

Holding hands while walking

Queen mothers and three generations of 🧎‍♂️

Sunbathing

Zoom interview

Lilia-shishou

Souvenir

Lemon cheesecake

Headturner

Homeless

Solving for x and y (u and i)

A walk through a father's life (Diasomnia)

Mystery box

If you could see me now

Seeing shrimp

Horniton

Dragon boyfriend

Drama king

Old dragon

Supportive dragon

Worms

Gargoyles and grandma

Too much...

Scribbles

Home

The devil

Hornton is a guy too!

Flirtatious prefect

Hornton meets mama

Priorities

Homescreen wallpaper

Sweet dreams

Soda

Love letter

Gingerbread family

Hotel rooms, retainers, and wigs

Fatal weakness

Terms and conditions

Virgin maiden

After school activities

Bus

My type

Infinite

Wing marks

Find you

Flower garden

Cute lil doggies

Size difference

Love square

Sparkling dress

Rent-a-waiter

Fighting your own demons

The cat isn't home

Meeting the grandparents

Long boy

Voice messages

Apple of my eye

Touch zone

With you

Reading over your shoulder

Better with you

[hvnlygrl]

i have been thinking about this sm lately but stalker! bellamy blake that is always watching reader just admiring her etc. maybe they find out

trees.

pairing — stalker!bellamy blake x fem!reader

word count — 1.0k

warnings — stalker!bellamy, some sexual themes but nothing crazy.

synopsis — bellamy’s had eyes for you since the day he saw you, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you always see him.

notes — ughhh i love this sm this is gonna be a lil blurb :) sorry this took so long i was dealing with finals and then a funeral so ive been a little MIA.

you’re sunbathing right off the edge of this beautiful boulder-looking rock. it’s around 1-ish according to the watch that you have lying atop your pile of clothes. in nothing but a pair of panties, you lie on your stomach so that your back can tan evenly.

it’s nice. it’s nice to be able to feel the warmth of real sunlight on your skin and the wind through your hair. hear the breeze through the leaves above you and listen to the stream flow alongside you.

there’s something so serene about it. something so sacred about finally having a place where you could be truly alone. on the arc that wasn’t even a dream, it was an impossibility. there was always someone watching or some guard coming around to do routine checks.

bellamy sits on the branch of a tree, not too high up but high enough that you won’t notice him right away. his dark hair blocks his view just the slightest bit and he swipes it away, his hands sweaty from his nervousness. he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you. it was like he was looking at an angel and he never wanted to stop. but it was the innocence you held in your solitude that he loved. he was nervous just looking at you, and he knew it was wrong, he felt horrible doing it, but he couldn’t ever stop himself from climbing up that tree 15 minutes before he knew you’d head to the rock.

bellamy was your best friend around the base, always laughing and cracking jokes. it was like he was the most confident when he was next to you, but he couldn’t tell you how he truly felt. he was far too afraid to mess things up between you. it was all so perfect when he was with you, he couldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable.

it’s ironic, really, he knows. how he won’t ask you on a date but he’ll sit in a tree for 2 hours just watching you sunbathe naked (or damn close to it), and sing and read the same 3 books over and over again. your own perfect little rituals that were all yours.

you hum a tune, hey jude by the beatles. it’s what your mother sang when you were a kid, one of the only songs that stuck throughout the years. your nose is buried in this old book that you found one day in the library on the arc: Divergent.

it reminded you a lot of your own life, as if you resonated with tris in many ways and you couldn’t help but attach bellamy to four’s character. he was hot, protective, and held this air about him that could command an army.

you thought about bellamy often when you weren’t next to him, and many times he appeared into your dreams night after night. sometimes it was the two of you in this big beautiful house with kids and pets, other times it was much more devious, with the two of you sneaking away to hide on the drop ship, your hands down his pants and his grabbing and caressing you.

you especially thought about him while sitting atop your rock. part of you wanted to invite him sometime, but were too afraid he wouldn’t feel the same way.

bellamy’s breath catches in his throat and his jeans suddenly become two sizes too small when you flip onto your back, placing your book face down on your clothes next to you. you close your eyes, face turned toward the sunlight.

his boot slips, breaking a tiny branch off to the side of the one he’s perched on.

your eyes shoot open, hand immediately reaching for the gun bellamy had given you when he found out you were making these daily trips alone. “in case of grounders,” he huffed when you raised a brow at him suspiciously.

your hand grips the handle of the gun, finger pressed along the side of trigger. it’s probably nothing, right?

you don’t bother throwing your shirt on, if it is a grounder you won’t have the time to. it’s far too risky.

your eyes scan the tree line, looking for anything out of place.

bellamy holds his breath, his heart in his throat. what if you shoot him on accident before realizing it’s him? how would he explain that to the rest of the 100?

and thats’s when you see it, the glimmer of his necklace against his tan chest. his big clunky boots and all-black outfit.

“bell?” you’re embarrassed and confused and suddenly feeling so exposed. “what the hell?”

he climbs off of his branch, dropping down about 10 feet. “hey, y/n,” he breathes out. “i-uh”

“were you watching me?”

he pauses. everything in him wants to lie or come up with some excuse but he can’t. he can’t lie to you. “yea. i’m sorry. i don’t-“

“do you like me?” you cut him off. now’s your chance, you figure, considering you’re already basically naked.

“i love you, y/n,” he bites at the inside of his cheek, “i have for a while now. i didn’t know how to tell you, i was too scared to screw it up.”

bellamy steps toward you, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your chest and your eyes.

“you love me?” you choke out, eyes wide. “are you being serious right now, bellamy?”

“as a heart attack.”

“holy shit,” you blink in shock. you can’t believe that in a million years the bellamy blake would be in love with you.

he stands there awkwardly, like he can’t tell if you’re happy or freaking out in a bad way.

“i love you too, bell,” you smile at him, waving your hands at him to beckon him closer. “c’mere.”

he drops down next to you, his hand raising to cup your cheek, fingers slightly trembling with trepidation. you inch toward him, big doe eyes fluttering at him as you take in all the features of his face as if it were the first time again.

he leans in, initiating the first kiss, his soft lips fitting perfectly with yours as your hands begin unbuttoning his shirt.

-> back to masterlist

[loreandorder]

Puppy's First Garden Party ❀˖°

Femdom x gn puppy sub

cw: voyeurism, exhibitionism, petplay, pussy eating, D/s dynamics

a/n: Hey there you adorable little critters and fellow D-types, I hope you enjoy this spicy lil' story!

Subbies are legally required to tell me if this got their puppy parts all tingly 'n wet ♡

~ Miss Lore xo

Daydreaming about going to a garden party with you, my cute little pup, collared and leashed by my side. When we arrive fashionably late (('sorry everyone, I got a bit carried away playing dress up with my pup, but aren't they just adorable in this outfit?')) there are already plenty of other pets playing together on the lawn while their owners socialize over iced drinks and decadent treats.

I lead you on all fours to the edge of the lawn in front of the beautiful maze of a garden. I point to the other pets, "Look pup, there are so many new friends to make. Would you like to go play with them?"

Your wide-eyed gaze travels over the other pets. A group of rambunctious puppies play wrestling in the grass, a brave bunny in their midst; sleepy kitties sunbathing in golden pools of sun; three needy bunnies in a pile, their hips grinding frantically against eachother; piggies rolling adorably in a puddle of mud; and even two ponies racing eachother around the lawn!

It must all be so overwhelming for my little pup though, because soon you're nuzzling into the back of my plush thighs, hidden from the view of the others by the skirt of my long floral dress.

I stroke your head soothingly, "Don't worry, my little one, you can come sit at Alpha's feet until you're ready to go play with the others. Come along, sweetheart."

Despite your nervousness, you remember your leash training well, and you follow along two steps behind me on my right side. You're such an obedient little pup for me, and I can't help but smile proudly as your good behavior earns you approving looks from some other Doms as we pass them by. Not that you notice them, the devoted little thing that you are, you only have eyes for me. Your Alpha.

As we approach our table, I snag a cushion off an empty lounger. My good pup deserves a comfy seat at my feet. When we arrive, I greet our friends and giggle over the flustered look on your face as they coo over how adorable you look today. I take my seat and place the cushion between my feet. Normally, you sit to the right of me, but I can see just how shy and anxious you're feeling. I know that you'll feel much safer between my legs. Your comfort in these situations far outweighs any protocol we may have established.

When you kneel prettily between my legs, I cup your cheeks, leaning in and nuzzle the top of your head. "How is my little one doing?" I whisper softly as I pull away to look you in the eye so I can evaluate you as you answer.

"I-I'm okay Alpha..." you reply, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.

I hum softly, "There's lots of people here today, isn't there? That can be pretty overwhelming, huh pup?" You give a small nod.

"Do you want to leave? You just say the word, and Alpha will take you home and smother you in cuddles," I smooch your nose, earning a little giggle from you. It's one of my most favorite sounds in the whole world. Right up there with the sound of you chanting my name like a prayer as you fall apart in my arms.

"No Alpha," your gaze travels back to the lawn where the other pets are, and a small embarrassed squeak escapes you. You bury your face in my skirt as I look over my shoulder to find that two puppies have joined the slutty little bunnies. A few Owners have taken lawn chairs over, lounging and chatting casually as they keep an eye on the little group. One laughs as he watches a pup trying to mount a pretty little bunny, but the silly pup is too frantic, too dumb with need, that it only succeeds in rutting it's cock between the thighs of the bunny.

I run my fingers through your hair, trailing my nails across your scalp as I watch with interest. The man — who I guess to be the pup's Owner — eventually shows the dumb little pup mercy, getting up from his chair to kneel beside the pair. The pup gets a few rough smacks on the ass before the man helps guide its cock into the bunny. As soon as the pups cock slides home, it's off to the races as he rutts ruthlessly into the poor bunny's little hole.

I feel you quiver beneath my hands and turn my attention back to you. You're peeking shyly over my knee at the scene unfolding on the lawn. I smirk teasingly down at you as I watch you nibbling your lip. I know the look on your face. My shy little pup is getting excited.

When you notice you've been spotted you yelp, and rather than just burying your face in my skirt, this time you duck beneath it completely. I stroke your fabric coverd head soothingly as our friends around the table break out in adoring laughter. Your shy antics never fail to amuse everyone lucky enough to witness them.

Beneath my skirt, you snuggle in between my thighs. I widen my legs to give you more space and wait patiently with a knowing smirk as you surge forward into the space. The thin fabric of my dress does little to mask the needy whimper that escapes you a second later.

"Oh? That was a delicious little sound," one of our friends says, tilting her head curiously.

"Someone just realized I'm not wearing any panties," I giggle.

"Have fun, pup!" One of them calls to you as the others grin.

I pat your head again, "You do what you're comfortable with, little one. You have open permission."

You yip softly and nuzzle your face in close to the apex of my thighs, but you don't touch. I feel the warm puffs of your breath against my already slickening cunt as you contentedly breath in my scent.

Continuing to absentmindedly pet your head, I settle into conversation with the other Dommes at the table. I enjoy spending time with them, chatting about our lives, catching up with each other, and of course, telling tales of the kinky adventures we've been on since we last met up. The lewd sounds from lawn increase as time goes on, and occasionally conversation dwindles as we watch the scene play out.

My arousal flares, and by the way you fidget and how your breathing picks up against my pussy I know you can tell. I also know you must be feeling the same way when you lean in and nose lightly against my pussy with a whine.

"Good puppy," I praise, assuring you that you have permission to use that pretty little mouth of yours on me. It seems the extra encouragement is exactly what you need because in the next instant I'm letting out a satisfied sigh as you begin gently lapping at my slit.

My body melts into my chair, and my legs instinctively widen for you. Your nose bumps my clit as you nuzzle into my wet folds, sending a shock of pleasure through me. The ladies around the table throw me knowing looks, smiling as a new show begins to unfold in front of them.

I try to stay focused, following the path of the conversation, but it doesn't take long for me to lose it. Just like it doesn't take you long to surrender yourself fully to that safe puppy place in your mind, embarrassment forgotten as you begin eating me out with fervor. Soon, all I can focus on is the way you've buried your cute little face into my cunt, desperatley licking and suckling like your life depends on it.

You've always been a messy pup when you feast on me, and this time is no different. I can hear and feel just how sloppy you've made me, your drool mixing with my juices. I moan softly as you burry your tongue inside me while grinding your nose against my clit. Gripping your head through my skirt I can't help but rock my hips onto your face, imagining the familiar dazed, pleasure filled look that's surely taken over your features by now.

"You're doing so good pup, you should see your Alpha's face," a Domme coos.

I feel more than hear your moan at the knowledge of the pleasure you're bringing me. You become more frantic after that. The wet squelching sounds emanating from beneath my skirt become even more obscene as you frantically push me higher and higher towards release.

I'm gasping and moaning, none to quietly at this point, and the table has turned their full attention to us. When I'm able to pry my eyes open I even catch some playing with themselves.

"Mmh, yes puppy, so good!" I cry out. Managing to grip a fistful of your hair through the fabric I begin humping against your face, chasing my peak.

"Perfect little fuckpup! Good pup, good pup, good pup," I chant breathlessly as my hips stutter and my orgasm hits, drenching your face even further. You don't stop your frantic ministrations though, and I have to force you off my sopping cunt with a breathless command of "Enough!"

Dying to see your glistening, cum covered face, I pull you out from under my skirt. Sure enough my little pup is dazed and pussydrunk, eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out of your mouth as you try to catch your breath. The sight of you alone has my pussy clenching around thin air with need.

"Up," I command, pushing you back so I have room to stand on quivering legs. Picking up your leash, I give you a gentle tug and begin leading you across the lawn towards the garden of tall flowering plants and hedges. I know you're not ready to do anything else with an audience, but I won't be waiting until we get home to use my darling pup to their fullest extent.

Wolf whistles and laughs ring out behind us, but I pay them no mind.

The only thing I care about in that moment is taking my sweet little pup for a tumble in the gardens ♡

[mailjeevasfan]

it's summer soon/it's summer, soo.. how about going to a pool party with wammy boys + light & matsuda? (gender neutral s/o)

i love love love this rq tysm. i had too much fun with this i fully giggled to myself (i added misa too bc i felt that she would thrive in this environment)

-death note x gn! reader

-light, l lawliet, misa amane, mello, matt, near, matsuda

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death note characters at a pool party ❦

light

-he most likely would not be interested or wouldn’t have time post death note so i’m imagining this to be like his pre death note personality, but this can be whichever timeframe you want it to be

-he would be involving himself in whatever’s going on. marco polo? he’s ready. making snacks and drinks? he’s over there helping.

-he’d be super fun he’s probably used to a lot of social outings like this seeing as he’s super popular

-he would be talking to everyone and making sure everybody is having fun and not left out. but he would definitely make sure not to leave you out as well he’d be really cute and eager to show u off

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l lawliet

-i weirdly think that we would love it. more than you’d expect

-even if he stood in the pool and didn’t move he’d probably drown due to his posture. sorru idk why i said this the image of it is making me physically laugh

-anyways he’d be more likely to just hang around eating all the food before anyone even touches it. everyone kind of expected that though, they came prepared with extra everything

-he would want to analyse people’s behaviour a little too, since he’s another person who isn’t used to this kind of setting. it’d be more imperceptible though, i don’t think he’d just sit around watching and doing nothing. you’d be very proud that he did something that he usually wouldn’t even think about doing

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misa amane

-as i said, THRIVING.

-has picked out the cutest bathing suit and has the cutest little look going on and she especially wants u to notice. centre of attention for good reason

-she would get in the water to play a game or something but would mainly be sunbathing and hanging out with u.

-she’d take lots of cute selfies and would be the life of the party, her and matsuda would be the most outgoing people there

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mello

-bro is salty and no one knows why (IN A FUNNY WAY THO)

-basically just splashing everyone (near) and laughing maniacally. he’s had too many drinks and is ready to cause MAYHEM. whenever he beats near at a game, or loses for that matter, just run because all hell WILL break loose

-he would push u into the pool and then cannonball in after you (and do the cute underwater kiss thing)

-he does genuinely have a lot of fun tho. he would be very sociable and chatty.

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matt

-he’s not very sociable and you probably dragged him kicking and screaming to this party in the first place

-i hate to say it but he’s probably just smoking in the corner playing games on his phone LMAO

-he seems to think his social skills are terrible but once people start to talk to him they realise how witty and extroverted he can be and suddenly he’s the cool guy. he only talks to you and mello at first

-he’d probably stay super close to u tho and he would have enjoy it in the end. he would also push u into the pool and do the lil underwater kiss thing

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near

-he is definitely not used to such an outgoing and social environment. in fact he has not chilled out since 500BC

-he’s going to spent a bit of time analysing people’s behaviour and watching how this works so he can try to get involved a little more. he can be more sociable when he really tries

-he’d learn the rules of the games and stuff pretty quickly so he’d be able to get involved easily. most of it ends up being an involuntary competition with mello, but for once mello actually ends up victorious

-like l, you’re very proud of him for doing something out of his comfort zone

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matsuda

-he 100% organised the party. everyone needs a break tbh let’s be real

-he’d be the most sociable. he’s setting up all the games and making sure there’s tons of fun stuff going on at all times

-why do i feel like he’d also be the designated bartender. i feel that matsuda can whip up a mean cocktail fr

-wants to make it the best for you. he feels inadequate and useless sometimes so he wants to prove he can do something really well. you, ofc, love him regardless though

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[gretavanlace]

Poppins (part 2)

Jake & Josh x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: language, fluff, angst (sort of), alcohol consumption, drug use, still pretty tame but we’ll get there

Morning light is barely crawling into the room, dust motes chasing each other across the scuffed hardwood floors in a muted beam of sun sneaking through the curtains. The golden glitter makes you think of Josh’s smile…the sunshine always does.

It’s early, but you can hear Lily and Jake in quiet conversation across the hall. The only thing on earth that could rouse Jacob Kiszka in these wee hours is his beloved lily-bit. He loves her more than music, you’re certain of it.

The soft cadence of their voices tenderly tug-of-warring draws you out of bed and into the secondhand robe you keep hooked to the door.

Admonishing thoughts beat themselves against the walls of your still half asleep brain as you cinch the silk closed. You should have tried harder last night.

Should’ve waited for Josh to lull her back to sleep and reappear. You had things that needed to be said. Explanations to be heard.

Instead, like a coward, you’d shirked Jake’s reassurance off and disappeared into the guest room. Quietly clicking the door closed and locked as if silence could help you disappear.

After lying awake wondering why the flinch in Josh’s stare twisted your guts as it had, you’d finally drifted into a fitful slumber.

Their whispers tug you along on your bare feet until you find yourself near the doorway of the room that serves as Jake’s whenever he finds himself in town.

He is stretched across the bed like royalty. A king with his tiny princess tucked beside him in a nighty bearing grinning strawberries sporting comically large eyes.

Her miniature fingers toy with a fringed hole worn in his flannel as his touch curls through the hair on her head that matches his own in color and rattiness from their pillows.

“Daddy’s been gone a long time.” She complains, but with a contented snuggle in closer.

“Not so long, girly.” He tucks the blankets up around her. “Plus, he’s ordering an omelet for poppins, they take longer than pancakes.”

You feel like a spy, watching her upturned face scrutinize his own. “How come you call her that? Her name is…”

“I know her name, silly.” He grins. “Mary Poppins? You’ve never seen that movie? And he calls himself a teacher.”

For a breath, you long to correct him. Josh isn’t a teacher, and Jake knows it. His favorite brother is a professor of film analysis and criticism, who happens to be the rockstar of his field. He continues on at the relatively modest university he has chosen - where he remains the youngest ever offered tenure to date - for personal reasons, though regularly head-hunted by larger schools. An Ivy League or two having even chomped at his bit.

Lily-bit shakes her head and turns her attention back to the hole in his shirt she’s still fiddling with. “You need better clothes, uncle jakey.”

He starts to answer his niece with the fondest of smiles on his lips, but notices you instead. “Look here, lil. We’ve got an admirer.”

“Hi!” Her pudgy arms dart out, reaching for you with a delighted grin. “Come cuddle with us.”

“Yeah,” he raises an eyebrow at you over her head. “Come cuddle.”

“There’s a movie about you.” She prattles on, crawling across the waves of blankets. “Uncle jakey told me…when daddy gets back with your omelet that takes so long, we’re all gonna watch it. He said.”

“Who said?” You pull her into your arms as soon as she’s close enough to snatch up.

“Jake!” She huffs as though the answer to her embellishment should be obvious.

Jostling her around teasingly in your arms, you meet his wink with a blush “Well, who says he’s the boss?”

She leans back to scrutinize your face with an expression far beyond her years. “He’s not. Daddy’s the boss and you’re second boss.”

Jake stretches like a sunbathing cat with a hum of lazy satisfaction. “Joshua couldn’t boss his way out of a basket full of puppies.”

The garage door cranks to life, alerting Josh’s return, and lily scampers out of your arms, bolting out of the room to greet him…tiny feet slapping daintily down the hall with a squeal of delight.

“I, on the other hand…” he continues, quieter now as if beckoning you closer so that you might hear. “Have been told that I’m very good at taking control. Happen to be fond of letting go of it now and then, as well. Whichever you prefer, poppins.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you cross your arms and regard him affectionately. He’s so beautiful, so charismatic, how could you not?

“Why don’t you close the door and slide under the covers where it’s warm?” Jesus, the way his voice sounds. Hushed and hazy as it undulates through the atmosphere, reaching out to curl its searching fingers into your heart.

You shake the moment off with a smile, along with a lighthearted jab, “Ever think with anything aside from your dick, Jacob?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “No. Not often. C’mon, babe, lemme keep you company a little while. Come lay across my big brass bed.”

A soft laugh flutters out of you. What is it about him that renders you no more than a girl with a crush waiting to spot him in the halls of high school?

It’s Josh that breaks the spell his darker half has cast. Or, his voice rather, shouting happily from the kitchen, that breakfast has arrived.

Irritation flashes in Jake's eyes, but he erases it with a blink. “Was hoping for something a little sweeter for breakfast,” he sighs, snapping away the covers gracefully, after running his tongue over his lips. “But I suppose the pancakes I ordered will suffice.”

~

“Look!” Lily waves her tiny starfish hand at your plate, proudly showcasing a western omelet large enough to stuff three human beings to the brim, and a pile of sliced strawberries. “We got pancakes, but Daddy says you don’t like sugar in the mornings so you got something savey.”

“Savory.” Josh corrects. “It means the opposite of sweet. Think of apple pie, can you taste it?” She briefly closes her eyes and then nods. “Okay, good,” He nods back, heaping pancakes out of a styrofoam to go box and onto a plate. “Now think French fries. Which one is savory do you guess?”

“French fries.” She offers a curt nod to prove she understands and is over this line of conversation.

She is intelligent beyond measure, and it’s thanks to him. He never misses an opportunity to zero in on a teaching moment. Ever patient, ever kind, ever loving. Guiding her gently along as she discovers the world around her and the answers she seeks.

Three nights a week, no matter how exhausting his day has been, he sits at the dining room table and pores over books with her in a way that conceals the fact that he’s teaching her to read. He will pointedly stumble over the easy words he knows she’s learned, and color with love when she giggles like a bell before correcting him.

Jake slinks, feline-like, into the chair next to yours and crassly reaches over the table for the bottle of syrup waiting with its sticky cap. “I’m calling child protective services on you, brother.”

You watch on as he drizzles an obscene amount of the sugary mess atop his breakfast.

“S’that right?” Josh finds his own seat, sounding unconcerned.

“Yep.” You’re still staring as Jake lifts the fork to his perfect mouth, speaking around a bite, but with a napkin carefully placed to avoid anything offensive. Karen would be proud. “She’s never seen Mary Poppins? What kind of a father are you?”

“I saw the shining!” Lily offers up, not helping her father’s case.

Jake’s eyes lock in on his twin’s with an accusatory glare as Josh holds his hands up as if to prove his innocence.

“Opening scenes only!” He promises. “I was assisting with a dissertation. Kupbrick. She was up past her bedtime and sneaked in on me.”

“Redrum!” She gleefully announces before plucking a strawberry from your plate.

Josh hangs his head in exasperation, fingers rubbing tight circles into the bridge of his nose, “Oh my god.”

“See?” Jake looks exponentially proud of himself. “Like I said…CPS.”

~

It’s late - too late to still be floating in a tub full of rapidly cooling water, when your cell begins to vibrate noisily against the cheap linoleum flooring of your bathroom.

Josh’s name is displayed on the screen when you scramble to grab it up with a splash.

“She’s restless and asking for you.” He says, forgoing hello all together. “Can you come? I know I shouldn’t ask, but…”

“No…” you interrupt, already rising to climb out of the tub. “No, it’s alright. Really. I’m on my way.”

“What was that sound?” He asks, sounding peculiar. “Were you in the bathtub? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called, I…”

“Josh,” you interrupt. “Shut up.”

~

When you whip into the driveway, he is seated in one of the Adirondack chairs that pebble the porch, with his legs splayed wide, looking both relaxed and on edge.

The closer you step, hurriedly dressed in sweats, slides and an old tattered hoodie, the more bewildered you become.

One, you can smell weed drifting through the air…the heady scent that reminds you of backyard parties in college, that normally only trails after him when she isn’t around.

Two, he looks unbothered. Slightly nervous, perhaps, but nowhere near the anxiousness you’d expected to find when he’d fired the flare gun for reinforcements via phone.

“Did you get her to sleep?” You ask, watching his lips purse prettily around the dwindling joint, stepping up on the porch, confusion evident.

“She isn’t here.” He confesses with a sheepish glance upward in your direction, lovely face downturned.

Silence lingers as you take a seat next to him, but you wait, allowing him to break it.

Finally, he does. “You want?” He hands the joint off to you and watches intently as you draw delicately on it. “I lied, you know? And I’m not really sorry about it. How could I be? It got you here.”

“You’re faded.” You smile, passing back with a slow exhale.

“A little.”

“Where’s Lily?”

“My mom’s,” he shrugs, staring out at the fireflies twinkling across the lawn, in love with and chasing each other through emerald blades of grass. “Jake took her for game night. Candyland, go fish,”

“Hi Ho Cherry-O?” You question, nostalgia creeping in.

“Undoubtedly.” He’s still avoiding your eyes. “They’re going to stay.”

You pull at the strings on your hoodies, winding them through your fingers “So why am I here, Josh?”

At last, he rolls his head against the wooden back of his chair to find your eyes. “What did I interrupt last night?”

Heat rises inside you, crawling uncomfortably up the back of your neck until you’re forced to scratch at it to quell the itch. “Nothing. We were just…talking.”

“Talking.” He nods, and flicks the roach out onto the lawn before scrunching his face up, unhappy with his decision for disposal. “Alright, we’re talking right now. Should I press you up against a wall and slide my hands up your shirt now or later?”

“Josh…” you begin, mentally flailing about for an excuse.

“No.” He scrapes his chair against the porch, turning to face you. “You know he’s all bullshit talk, right?”

You stammer his name once more, at a complete loss for much else.

“Are you sleeping with him? I shouldn’t ask, but I don’t really give a shit. He’s going to hurt you. And it’ll be bad.”

He leans forward and laces his fingers, seemingly for something to do with them, and waits.

“His hands weren’t ‘up my shirt’,” you finally croak, stunned by this turn of events. Weren’t you just soaking in bath water? Halfway to bed? And now you’re here on the porch with Josh, your friend - yes, but also, your boss - a hint high and discussing heavy, heavy, shit. “They were on my waist, is all. And no, I’m not sleeping with him.”

Relief skitters across his expression, but only for a moment. “But you want to, I think. And I know he wants to…and so you will. And you’re so out of your league with him you aren’t even playing the same game.”

You recoil as if you’ve been slapped…and a slap definitely would’ve hurt less, but he hurries to rectify the situation he’s blundered. “No. No, I’m an idiot. What I mean, is…he’s a professional, sweetheart. A girl in every port and not a fucking one of them with a name he can remember.”

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do.” You argue without conviction. Of course he knows him as well as he thinks he does. It’s Jake and Josh. Of course he does.

“Do you want a beer?” He asks after another stretch of silence that is fat full of thoughts and things unsaid.

He disappears into the house when you nod, and you have to fight to stay rooted to your seat. You’d run to the safety of your car and speed away if you had half the nerve.

Soon, a chilled bottle is slipped into your hand as he rejoins you.

“Why him?” His query is small and uncharacteristically unsure. “We make sense, you and me.”

“There’s no ‘why him’ and there’s no ‘why not you’.” You lie. “What you saw last night was nothing. A moment of flirting. That’s all.”

“You’re a shitty liar.” He counters.

“And you’re a shitty detective if you think either of you are anything more than friends to me.” You take a casual pull off your beer like this is all just no big deal.

“A shitty liar, and a shitty actress.” He chuckles softly before following your lead with a drink.

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[jimjamfandom]

More slightly personified elsens that'll make you go 'OH MY GOD THAT ONE!!!!!' Upon replaying the game.

Joining our collection of Manager, Assistant, Sunshine and B-game are;

A1: there's that bit in the game in zone 3 where there's an Elsen sunbathing, eyeing out over the plastic. Love him.

Librarian: the Elsen behind the counter in the library. Who literally makes batter do his work for him

8/8♥️: the dude who yoinked a page and deadass sells it to you (😭???)

8 was completely done by my partner (and they also added the tiny lil kissie to A1 in appreciation for the feller) : @loverboylen-art

This was drawn during the day the board decided to push those weird new brush settings hence why it looks a little off. (Hha I said off haha)

[hel-phoenyx]

Skuld, Kaizarz and Valentina are @corneille-but-not-the-author's, Meili is @azeler's, Oli is @thal-ent's and Domhildr is @soupedepates's

You know there's some days like this.

Days when you're just lying down under the sun, sun too harsh for my constitution might I add, armor down and only in shirt and pants to be perfectly sure I'm only going to get sunburnt around my scales, with contraband erotica in my hands.

Good days.

Yeah I know, there's a word in my thoughts that doesn't see quite right. How can I, Krakenian nobility of sorts, endorse smuggling ? And to that I'll answer it's not my fault the best books are Inkan. That vampire writer with a reputation really knows how to write.

Also I have ties with clandestine groups. Many. Many ties.

So yeah. It's hard enough finding a book in the Coast so I have to smuggle my reading material here. And Olivia just happened to sell me with a huge discount a batch that contained a lot of erotica. She winked at me when she gave them to me, saying it's from Solveig. Neither of them have forgotten me, it seems.

I would have preferred that, but it's also my fault for relying on their activity.

Aaaanyway. Enough with the backstory, my point is, I'm having a good day. Oli is sunbathing somewhere and Meili is probably meditating, if I judge by his serene expression and posture. This time, Skuld couldn't get out of her cave, even though the departure is very close at hand ; and I don't wanna think about Valentina right now. So, the only two I don't know the whereabouts of are Domhildr and Kaizarz.

It's worrying for different reasons, but I'm too absorbed in my book to seek them. Hey, it's a good book. And in Ink those kinds of books still are very, very rare, so I must enjoy it while it lasts.

Some noise makes itself heard a lil bit further on the boat. Probably Kaizarz. I would recognize his steps anywhere, especially on the ocean where my senses are heightened. And I have the confirmation when something litteraly leaps towards me.

I don't lift my head. The scene I'm reading is a bit too fascinating for that, even if it is, indeed, Kaizarz ; That's saying how well the book is written. And, well, when the two main characters are finally sleeping together after a slowburn I have never seen before in erotica of course I have to see what's next.

"Hey bro ! Wanna come swim with us ?"

I don't even lift my head.

"I'm warning you, your majesty, as much as I like you, this time I will not activate my spell for you to float with your armor on."

I had enough with the last five times. Seriously, that man is gonna be the death of me in several ways and one is exhausting my magic so I can stop his 8'3'' ass in full metal armor from drowning.

I think he realised I was casting a spell to make him float when I fainted once and he suddenly needed to use way more energy to swim. After that he never asked us to dive in the ocean again, that is, until today.

I guess someone finally learned how to swim in just a shirt and pants as one does. And that someone is still standing next to me, waiting for a more conclusive answer I didn't give for a reason.

"Ah, don't worry about it, I had enough with one occasion of you fainting in the middle of the sea. Don't wanna save you from drowning again..."

I can taste the heaviness in that specific sentence. I don't say anything.

"So I took my precautions ! I can swim just fine, so, you coming or what ?"

I knew he wouldn't get satisfied with a vague no. And I really can't say it explicitely to him, his puppy smile always makes me fold. The tribulations of a man in love.

I guess I'll have to use clearer metaphors to express my absolute absence of desire to go in the godsdamned sea. With all due respect to my great-great-grandpa.

"As you can see, I am in the middle of reading, so-"

While saying that, I commit the mistake of lifting my head. And my next words just block themselves in my throat.

Are you fucking kidding me there-

Kaizarz. My king. The one I'm in love with since, apparently, a long time. Idiot with a heart of gold, if I do say so myself. Used to swimming in the ocean in full armor. after so many infructuous attempts from Domhildr to undress him one way of another. Is standing fucking shirtless in front of me.

By all the rotten scales of the Ocean Dragon why right now ????

Worst is he's smiling and that is probably what is coloring my cheeks red the most. That, and the fact I can recall where he got some of the scars and those are moments I really can't forget. cue the Tournament for Glory.

And I'm reading godsdamn porn, give me a fucking break !!!

Of course he notices something changed in my attitude, and tilts his head towards me, eyes full with worry.

"You okay bestie ? You're red as fuck..."

"... You know me and sunlight," I manage to utter between my lips, hoping to not sound too needy. "I have a very low heat tolerance and you're doing anything but blocking the sun right now."

Quite the contrary, in fact. Because the sun doesn't smile and wave towards me with laugh lines behind the beard, but mine sure as fuck does.

Fortunately, he's still oblivious to my internal struggles. He just shrugs.

"Going for a swim may help you with that ?"

"Later. I'm reading."

"And I know better than to get in the way between Tyr and a book," he laughs with that huge smile that makes my heart flutter everytime. See you later then !"

Thank ocean he doesn't search further. I hurriedly come back to my book, a false good idea considering the page I'm at, and he waves at me before diving right in the ocean. Leaving behind him Domhildr, that I didn't notice until now, with a smile up to her ears.

"Enjoying the view ?"

From my mouth escapes the heaviest sigh I have ever let go.

"So you're telling me, Domi, that the day you finally manage to get him topless is the day I am balls deep in a sex scene from my newest book ?"

Domhildr has a teasing laugh. Joined by Oli, that apparently noticed the commotion.

"I know something else you wanna get balls deep in right now~"

"And I know someone else who is topless," adds Oli with a sly smile. "Right, Tyr ?"

...

Alright.

You want war, you little shits ?

I'll give you Civil War.

And this time there's no Kaizarz to stop a Tyrant.

I don't say a word while I mark my book, carefully, before standing up like I would go back to my cabin, the usual reaction when there's too much teasing. But instead of just isolating to finish my godsdamn reading in peace, I leap towards the two annoyances and catch one in my hand before throwing the other on my shoulder.

Both scream in surprise, and I almost hear Domhildr calling for Kaizarz, but it's too late, I am heading towards my destination and I am determined. Also, I am the strongest one there right after Kaizarz, so there's no use fighting against me, one-handed or not.

"You win this, you little cockroaches. Time to freshen up your filthy heads !"

"Nooooooooo ! Let me go, you big ass bitch !"

"Kaizaaaaaaaarz ! Tyr is being a meaniiiiiiiiie !"

But Kaizarz is already where I wanna send you, and Meili doesn't even flinch when I throw those two overboard, before invoking a wave big enough to catch them before they have any chance to fly away.

Who's laughing now, uh ?

I was careful now to let them drown, but the precaution is useless. Domhildr landed on Kaizarz head, both of them submerged by the wave, and Oli managed to catch one of his arms. And both of them are now looking at me with exaggerated outrage.

From up there on the boat, I smile and wave.

"Enjoy the bathtime !"

"Gngngngngngn," grunts Domhildr while lifting her fist. "Wait until our wings are dry and you're gonna get it !"

"Oh, I'm terrified. What are you gonna do, headbutt me in the knees ?"

"I will punch your dick, asshole-"

She raises her fist again, but loses momentum and falls right in Kaizarz's arms. Kaizarz who is, might I say, laughing with a very lost expression. Surprised by the weather, dear ? On the sea, I make the forecast, and I predict a sudden rain of annoying friends.

"You're on wing cleaning duty, you big bully" adds Oli while sticking their tongue at me. "And enjoy your place up there while it lasts !"

"Oh, I don't know, I think you're both in a very enjoyable position right now."

That is, one gripping Kaizarz's biceps and the other on his arms, laying right on his chest. I'd almost get jealous, if those weren't my dearest friends.

Oli and Domhildr are probably still cussing me out, but I stopped listening to them. I have a book to finish, after all, and finally some sort of peace for me to enjoy.

Meili, out of his meditating, gives me a inquisitive look.

"Bullying the young again, Tyr ?"

"They started it. I was trying to read. Also, there has to be an upside in being both the eldest and the second tallest, dont'cha think ?"

He shakes his head in faked dissapointment.

"You're enjoying that a bit too much."

"Says the one that threw an entire water bucket on Domi's head last drinking game. Bucket included."

"Well, she almost got me drowned, so it's appropriate."

Fair. And I think we can agree Domhildr always deserves it. When it's harmless bullying.

Anyway, back to the book. I need to know if the main characters are finally telling each other I love you's or if it's only a new step in that absolute slowburn.

... wait why am I feeling menaced right now-

I don't even have time to think "fuck". Something non identified, yet very identifyable just caught me right around the waist to give me the Oli treatment : Being thrown on a shoulder. And why do I say it's very identifyable ?

One : There's nobody but one person tall and strong enough to pull that.

Two : There's ginger hair in my field of vision.

Three : I'd recognize that laugh anywhere.

"Hey, what the fuck, Kaizarz ???"

I try to escape, but it's no use, he's holding me too tight and only thing I can do is squirm in his arms. Gods is that an awkward position. I still have not recovered from the shirtless-vision-after-reading-about-sex situation, and now he's both holding me tight and laughing like someone about to do something I'll be the only one to regret ?

Worst is I can see his face from my position and that mischevious look is not helping me regain strenght.

"Let me go, you big dumb ass-"

"No no no," he laughs without even loosening his grip. "You know what happens to big bullies, Tyr, when they throw people in the sea ! They get karmic retribution~"

"I'm gonna shove that retribution up your ass if you don't let go-"

I was planning to use another wave to land softly when he, inevitably, throws me in the sea. Maybe concentrate all my energy to try and walk on water, even though I'm still unable to pull that. But Kaizarz had other plans, apparently.

Because that absolute asshole, with all my affection, just jumped in the water still holding me. Before letting go at the last fucking second.

Bitch-

So of course no time to try and minimize the damage. I emerge soaked in saltwater and with my clothes sticking to my skin in a very, very not enjoyable feeling.

"For fuck's sake," I snarl while trying to stabilise in the water. "I had just remade my hairdo !"

"I can do it again for you, Kriss showed me how to," said my unshakeable king with his puppy smile on his face. "And you looked like you needed a bath !"

Oli and Domhildr did not stop laughing since I emerged, but I do not pay them any attention. My entire being is focused on Kaizarz that looks too happy to have enacted their revenge.

My eyes roll.

"I am so gonna bite you."

"Try me~"

I, in fact, do not try. Because he's better at me in one-on-one combat, even right there in the sea, and I do not intend to lose my advantage even for the very tempting idea to sink my very pointy teeth into his shoulder and see if he can still use that arm to throw me in the ocean. In place, I just invoke another wave to crash righ on his face.

Better fight on a field I have the upper hand in, right ?

[fangsnpaws]

kitty regressor!spencer reid headcannons ✩ wc: 450 ✩ [div.]

this is about SFW pet(d)re. dni if k¡nk. i'm a minor.

☆ i think he would definitely be a calico cat!! i feel like the colors suit him so well!

★ he would be so clingy. one of THOSE velcro cats.

☆ always wanting to be next to you. whether it be curled up next to you, in your lap, following you everywhere, or simply being in the same room! of course, he would respect your wishes if you didn't want him close to you, or don't want to be touched.

☆ he would love to receive physical affection if you wanted to give it! i feel like he would LOVE to have his hair played with and headpats/rubs!!

★ he would just be the sweetest little kitty ever. so kind, so affectionate, and just a sweet little baby!!!!

☆ i think that he would mostly be really calm and just wanna chillax, but would enjoy playing every once in a while! but i think it would be like… calm playing if that makes sense. some gentle roughhousing or tickling, fidgeting with or swatting toys around, stalking and pouncing, and maybe even a bit of chasing!

★ a BIIIG sunbather, napper, and stretcher!!

☆ he would love laying in the sun, whether it be inside or outside. i think he would prefer to lay on the floor next to a window inside! and he would look so pretty in the sunlight </3 especially if he had lil ears or a tail!!

★ napping 24/7. not literally, of course, but regressing would be such a relieving and relaxing time for him, so he would naturally just feel kinda sleepy! no pun intended, but i think he would take a lot of cat naps! maybe napping for thirty minutes during a movie, or after dinner, etc. little naps here and there!

☆ and a stretcher!! with all his stress that he carries in that lanky ole body, he would definitely enjoy some yoga. he could do it by himself, but he would prefer to do it with you! even if you're not actually doing the yoga with him, he would enjoy having you help him with the stretches or give him a massage!

★ sweaters!!!!!! SWEATER PAWS!!!!! i think that sweaters would be his favorite thing to wear while regressed, and would help him slip sooo easily. i can see the sweater paws being a big thing for him. and even more if it were your sweater he was wearing! he would be so comfy and love the comforting smell.

☆ i don't think that he would regress very very often, especially since he only has so much free time, but i can see him trying to at least once a week! and getting pent up if he hasn't in a while :(

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

What Pokemon would each member of the AMM cast like to be, if they could choose? To the ones already Pokemon (which is most of them lol), they can't choose what they already are!

(This does include the baby Latis, but I understand if they're too little and inexperienced to have an answer. X3)

(It also includes Mew!)

Zeus is very protection focused since the birth of the mittens, as well as being more of a fighter, so probably something like a Lucario or Zoroark

Mosy in typical Mew fashion is very powerful but prefers play and taking on a more supportive role, so I’d say Pawmot! They’re fluffy lil powerhouses but got the whole defibrillator paws and Revival Blessing thing

Fuji would definitely be an Alakazam. They’re both extremely intelligent and powerful

Joyce got that typical Nurse Joy bias towards Chansey even if she currently doesn’t have one, so Blissey for sure!

Garroway loves flying so I imagine Crobat! They’re very agile fliers plus they’re actually very friendly despite being a bit intimidating, just like Garroway!

Though I haven’t really shown it Amari can be pretty sassy and bite-y with people, it’s why Joyce caught her in a Friendball. I think Garchomp! They’re shown to be aggressive so I think they’d be great parents when it comes to protecting young . She’d like that

Piper would most definitely be a Pokémon that’s calm and relaxed by nature, so Chikorita! I’m sure she’d love to sunbathe and get pet all day lol

Briar is a problem child despite still being fairly young. She’s always got high energy and has picked up on her mother’s habit of being bite-y, so I think Tododile. Lord save your fingers, but Amari is very proud

Mew would pick Darkrai. I will not elaborate

Also I know the the mittens weren’t mentioned BUT Marshadow for Callie, Solosis for Clio, and Pachirisu for Toto. I will once again not elaborate

[safetycar-restart]

you know these wellness areas that some hotels have? consider this hot idea... in the after hours, late af at night: sneaking off with charles to fool around in a hotel's basement pool, say, in imola, only to wind up having vanilla sex in the adjacent empty sauna 😳

he'd be so nervous about public intimacy, but there's no other hotel guest, no staff, no nothing. it's italy! everyone is off to eat and party. so you have the entire space for yourself, it's gonna be so insanely sweaty and pleasurable ❤️and since you took the pill, no french monégasque letter needed.

just imagine that hot, tight body getting into the rhythm, oh my word. that towel around his hip will be pretty tousled. this clumsy bee :3 and well... charles is charles, so of course he'll be vocal. it's gonna be such a turn-on to see this lil' cutie struggle containing himself 🤓

- george's long legs anon <3

HELLO GEORGE’S LONG LEGS ANON YOU BEEN MISSED AND HOLY FUCK DID YOU RETURN WITH A BANGER!!

So since you said Italy, maybe you two decide to stop off in some random hotel between Maranello and Imola? There's no real reason to, but you decide that Charles deserves a nice stay over at a ridiculously nice hotel with just you before he has to face the tifosi in full force.

But as you two arrive at the hotel, you find out that Imola has been cancelled? And well... impromptu weekend at the hotel it is.

Charles acts like he's very disappointed the GP has been cancelled, but you know that it's just an act because he knows that's what should be feeing. But in reality, he's so so happy and so relieved. He needs this break, just you and him.

There's basically no one in the hotel, and you two have it all to yourselves. You and him order room service that night, sharing dinner together and then falling asleep ridiculously early.

The result is both of you waking up at 2am and being wide awake, and well, Charles no longer has a race weekend to drive at so there's no reason why Charles can't mess up his sleep schedule a little bit.

Originally the plan is just to go for a swim, which you two do and it's so nice.

(Sidenote: charles doesn't want to sunbathe or swim laps at the pool, he wants to play mermaids, with goggles and flippers and intricate lore)

You're both kissing in the pool pretty soon, and that's when you feel Charles start to shiver against you. Which is just absolutely unacceptable, because your sweet boy cant ever be cold, absolutely not.

So you take him to the sauna.

Of course he's hard by this point, because he's been with you the whole night and been making out with you in the pool and he's got the whole weekend out with you so of course he;s gonna get hard.

And well... there's no one else in the sauna, and he's all whiney against you, kissing your neck and trying to sneak his hand under your shirt.

You have to let him suck on your fingers to keep him quiet, otherwise he'll scream the whole hotel down. You also have to ride him, just moving his towel enough to free his cock and bouncing on it.

Charles is in absolute heaven. He's feeling so so good, not a single thought in his head. He always feels overwhelmed with you, but the combination of that and the heat from the sauna makes it a whole other level.

The moment the sex is over, you two have to head right back to the hotel room because Charles needs to give you head RIGHT NOW.