#no but i just know he smells heavenly walking out of the bathroom after a shower

[seoulmatez]

boothill rerun coming, i can smell it in the air

[reidsdimples]

Doctor, Stalker, Special Agent

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

18+❤️‍🔥 MDNI‼️

TW: Unhinged/stalker/unraveling Spencer, smut, stalking

Too far, Spencer had gone too far and he knew it. But he was too far gone now to turn back. You were consuming him.

Click

You remove your shirt

Click

You remove your pants

He licks his lips and adjusts the lens on his camera. You are an absolute masterpiece. He can’t get enough of you.

Click

You stretch out like you always say after a long day. You bend over and touch your toes, giving him and your open window a full view of your perfect ass.

Click

You had driven him crazy all day. It was like you knew what you were doing to him- leaning down so your breasts peak out of your shirt right in his face. Grazing your ass against his thigh to walk past him in the bullpen. You even snatched his apple that day and bit it before tossing it back to him. He relished eating after you. He knew he wasn’t being himself.

He waited for you to finish stretching, pressing a palm against his aching cock to keep his need at bay. Finally you stepped into the bathroom and tossed your underwear and bra onto the floor outside the bathroom door.

He was quick, easing into the room as stealthily as possible. He snatched the sinful white lace panties off the floor and slid them into his back pocket with a smirk.

You wouldn’t miss them.

Maybe.

He inhaled the smell of your shampoo wafting from the other side of the slightly ajar bathroom door. He couldn’t get enough of your unique sent, even moaning as it engulfed him.

He finally decides to leave through the window which he came, slowly and with all his strength turning away from the object of his desire -naked and wet- just feet away.

“Oh fuck,” you mewl. Stopping him in his tracks as your angelic voice carries into the bedroom. “Dr.Reid-“

He couldn’t be hearing this correctly. There’s no way.

“Harder, right there,” you moan.

He gets closer the bathroom and can hear the sounds of you finger fucking yourself in the shower. Lewd squelching and moans have his dick standing at attention once more.

“Reid fuck!” You exclaim as you cum.

He braces himself against the wall, nearly exploding in his pants at the heavenly sound.

He had to go. Now.

So he did, he hurried out of the window and crashed into the drivers seat of his car-panting. He couldn’t help it, he pulled out his cock and pumped himself a few times until he finished while biting into your underwear.

—

“Coffee! Yay!” You squeak as Garcia hands one to you and Prentiss.

“No major case to brief on right now, Hotch wants everyone working their statements and files today,” JJ informs.

“Sweet,” Morgan snatches a donut from the counter and scoots out of the break area.

“Whoa what happened to you pretty boy?” Morgan whoops as Dr. Reid enters the bullpen looking particular sleep deprived.

“Long night,” he sighs.

You try not to watch him take those long strides to his desk, try not to focus on his disheveled hair and five o clock shadow. And was his tie crooked?

“Wonder what his deal is,” Prentiss frowns. You and Garcia shrug as he approaches for coffee.

“Morning Reid,” you beam like usual. His eyes dart to yours then immediately search for something else to look at. He offers you a flat smile.

“What’s up?” JJ tries to perk him up by smiling and elbowing him.

“Oh I know! You watched the Doctor Who marathon didn’t you!” Garcia points at him. “I told you you’d get sucked in and forget to sleep again.”

“I wish. I just couldn’t sleep,” he stirs his coffee and heads back to his desk.

“He’s been acting weird lately,” Prentiss notes.

“Foreal,” JJ agrees.

—

“Do you have that file on Roger West?” You peak over your desk to Reid’s.

He searches his stack and you find yourself licking your lips at watching his deft fingers work.

“No I think Morgan does,” he answers simply.

“Are you okay?” You walk over to his desk and lean against the edge of it.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat. You notice his cheeks turn red.

You reach over to scruff his hair like you’ve done playfully in the past but he captures your wrist. The electricity that jolts between the two of you is undeniable as he stares into your eyes.

There’s a silent acknowledgment of the heat between the two of you and he releases your wrist.

“I gotta- I need to find… I’ll be back,” he awkwardly dismisses himself.

You huff out a shakey breath and contemplate following him. When he doesn’t return in a few minutes, you head down the hallway he took.

“Reid?” You find him sitting at an empty desk in an empty office with his head in his hands

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he grumbles.

“Why? What’s going on with you?” You enter the office anyway and shut the door to give you two some privacy.

“I’m just having a problem, okay?” He shifts in his seat.

“What kind of problem?” You move towards the desk in a way that makes your tits jump. His eyes lock in on them and he throws his head back in frustration.

“You- it’s- you’re driving me crazy,” he breathes. He pushes his hair back from his eyes. When you smirk he tilts his head at you.

“What am I doing?” You play dumb and place your palms on the desk, leaning down and eyeing him.

He adjusts himself again, tugging at the fabric of his pants around what you can only guess is his hard cock. The desk hides it. He exhales a shakey breath.

“Does it hurt?” You glance downward and pout your lip.

“Yes,” he doesn’t hide it.

“And I did that?” You move around the desk.

He looks up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes but then he nods.

“I wanna see it,” you admit as arousal pools between your legs.

“What- I…”

“Please Reid,” you bat your eyelashes and park your ass on the desk in front of his chair. You spread your legs and rest your heels on either armrest.

He is physically shaking, he’s so turned on. You kind of wish you had wore a shorter skirt. But this one still gave him a nice look as your silk clad cunt.

He slowly undoes his zipper while you gently roll your skirt up… up… up. His eyes are fixated on the thin material covering your pussy. He isn’t aware of it but he’s licking his lips.

He pulls his hard cock free, his large hand almost able to wrap around the girth completely. The pink tip is angry and needy and he pumps it as you drag a finger up your core to tease him.

“So pretty, Reid,” you hum and circle your clit.

You buck your hips up and slowly remove your panties while he watches, whimpering and speechless. You slide them into his cardigan pocket.

You place one leg over his shoulder and slide him towards you.

“Do you want it?” You ask him.

“Yes please,” he begs.

“Then be a good boy and make me cum,” you pull him closer until your legs are on his shoulders.

He doesn’t hesitate to drag your hips closer to him, forcing you down on your back as he buries his face in your cunt. He moans into you and he drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit and sucks hard.

“Ah,” you moan softly.

It’s more to an he could have dreamed of, your taste, your moans, he could do this for hours.

He’s pumping his cock while he eats your pussy, greedily shoving his tongue into you and nuzzling against you with his entire face. You find yourself grinding against him, holding his head still while he devours you. His tongue flicks wildly over your clit until you’re biting back your moans.

When you think you can’t take it anymore he puts his cock in his left hand and slides two fingers into your cunt. He curls up while he eats you and works your G-spot. He moans in pleasure as he approaches his own climax.

“Gonna cum while eating me out Dr. Reid?” He grunts into you and focuses on bringing you to your orgasm.

“Fuck baby!” You pant as your stomach muscles tighten.

Then you’re shaking violently as you orgasm onto his face, clenching around his fingers which don’t stop fucking into you.

That’s it for him, he rolls the chair back and you watch as hot ropes of cum shoot from his cock. He bites his lip and throws his head back as he finishes himself with a series of lewd moans.

He eyes you as you roll your skirt down and he pushes himself back into his pants. Neither of you speak for a moment and you come down from your orgasms. His cheeks are red and his hair is messy, you reach over and wipe the sides of his mouth.

“My place, eight o clock tonight,” you say and walk towards the door.

He nearly stumbles coming after you.

“Okay, good, yeah,” he stammers awkwardly.

You turn and take his face in your hands, fixing his hair gently.

“It was about time we did something about this,” you smirk and grip his softening cock through his pants. He jolts and lets out a breathy laugh.

You kiss him gently and he returns with a needy sort of passion as he pulls you into him.

The office door opens and you stumble back off of him.

“Woah! Working overtime huh guys?” Morgan laughs.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Reid lies.

“Come on, we got a case,” he shakes his head.

Spencer follows you and Morgan back to the bullpen, he watches your hips sway, watches your hair move as you walk. You have no idea what you had just awoken in him.

Now that he got a taste of you, he wouldn’t be without it again. He checks his wallet to ensure that photo of you sleeping was still safe and sound behind his ID and smiles wickedly to himself.

“Reid? You coming?” You turn and ask.

“Yep!” He slides his wallet back into his pocket and hurries to the round table room.

[oh-meretseger]

part 6 - Revenge

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: you attempt to get your revenge on Jean, but teasing him only goes so far and you eventually succumb to temptation🤓 (like we all would, it’s okay)

notes: 18+! smut, explicit language, handjob, fingering, oral (both receiving), spitting and getting messy and just generally being disgusting

word count: 6,4k

"Where's the rush, smarty-pants?"

His voice came out of nowhere in the dark room, and as you sprang around, petrified, you saw his silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Jesus fucking Christ" you yelled out after the first few moments of shock, trying to calm the dangerously fast racing of your heart when you realized who it was. "Jean, are you out of your fucking mind?! You can't just creep up on me like this, I almost had a heart attack!"

The room was dark, only the dim light of the moon shining through the windows - you couldn't see his face, you could only hear Jean chuckle quietly, then stand up with a creak of the bed as his dark silhouette walked closer to you.

"I'm sorry, I would've knocked on the bathroom door if I knew you didn't like jumpscares" he replied, audibly smirking, and the nervous beating of your heart instantly became accompanied by warmth spreading in your core as you felt the heat of his body, standing close to yours, but not touching yet.

"I—I would've kicked the door down on you, poltergeist doesn't make me less terrified" you replied and smiled at the sound of Jean letting out another laugh.

"Poltergeist... You're silly"

You felt Jean's large hands find their way under your jacket and slide on your waist, sending electric tingles to your center. His one touch, the warmth of his closeness and his heavenly scent was enough to make you feel ecstatic.

And to make you instantly wet.

"I'm sorry, baby" Jean mumbled as he pulled your body to press onto his, nuzzling against your ear as he leaned close to your face. A quiet moan escaped your mouth at the euphoric feeling, and Jean could've sworn he saw stars hearing your sweet sound. "You must be so mad at me by now, always disturbing the peace of your little heart..."

"Oh, my little heart knows you're just playing with it" you replied on autopilot, your mind already turned off at the feeling of Jean's scruff on your jaw, his hot breath on your neck as he pressed a small litle peck on the sensitive skin.

One of Jean's hands slid to your back, pulling you even closer to him. The room was dark, but his mind would've darkened in broad daylight anyway from the ecstasy he felt at that moment.

"Then tell your little heart I'd never hurt her" he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "I'll take care of her"

Your heart fluttered at his words, your arms moving on their own as you wreathed them around Jean's neck, and turned your head so your lips could finally meet his. You both felt like your souls were leaving this world as your soft lips lightly pressed into each other, then started moving as your kiss deepened. It quickly became a sloppy, lustful mess, tongues passionately dancing around each other, swollen lips making wet sounds that filled the bedroom.

Jean felt himself get hard at the filthy sounds you were making. He couldn't help his cock growing in his pants as he felt your sweet scent, the touch of your plump lips, your warm tongue and your fingers running through his hair. You desperately pressed your body more into his, letting out a small little whine against his lips, and it was over for him.

"You smell so fucking good" Jean mumbled as his lips wandered to your jawline, then your ear, drawing a slightly louder moan out of you as he started kissing it. He lost the control over his hands - you felt one slip down to your ass, fingers pressing into the flesh as the other one glided along your waist and up to your chest. "You feel so fucking good"

"Please—Please, touch me" you whimpered quietly as your hands moved to his, guiding them to grab your ass on both sides. Jean moaned at the heavenly feeling of your fingers pressing into his as you showed him how you like to be groped.

Shamelessly, that was for sure.

He already knew you weren't exactly the innocent girl you tried to seem - but as you guided his hands to grab and palm your ass, then up the sides of your waist, the plush of your perfect tits, he felt a new, overwhelming wave of arousal.

"Oh— Mmfmy fucking god" Jean caught his breath between sloppy kisses. His hazy mind couldn't even believe it was happening. He had you between his arms, and louder and more desperate moans escaped your throat as his hands groped you, stroking and gripping at every sensitive inch of your body, hungry for his touch.

"You can make it all up to me, y'know" you spoke softly, trying to stay sane while Jean was feeling you up with slow, but eager motions, moaning at how amazing your body felt against his fingers. He wasn't so successful at staying clear-headed.

"Yeah?" he asked, and his low, slightly whiny voice against your lips sent an unearthly shiver down your body. All you wanted was for him to use your body as you lost yourself in pleasure - but unfortunately, you already had a different plan in mind. "Let me make it all up to you, pretty girl"

"Sit on the bed then" you replied as a devilish smile formed on your face, and Jean's movements stopped, his dick throbbing in his pants at the sudden confidence in your tone. You pushed him away from you with a firm hand on his chest. "I said, sit"

The warmth radiating from his body disappeared as he stepped back, and your hands hurried to find the keyhole on the door, hastily turning the key to lock it. The room filled with a faint, warm light as Jean clicked the bedside lamp on, and you turned around to finally face him. You instantly felt yourself blush as you gazed at his large frame standing by the bed, his face serious but flushed with pent-up passion. You felt flustered as you thought of what you were about to do with a man so incredibly hot and otherworldly.

"Sit"

Jean felt his already hard cock twitch at hearing your demand and obediently sank down on the bed, not for a moment taking his eyes off of your beautiful flushed cheeks and eagerly glistening eyes. You walked closer to him as you let your denim jacket fall off your shoulders, throwing it on the end of the bed.

You stopped right in front of him, one of his thighs between your legs, and Jean's hand automatically slid to the slit of your dress. You slapped his hand away, and he looked up at you with a confusion so adorable, you wanted to immediately kneel down and take him into your mouth.

"No touching" you murmured looking into his beautiful hazel eyes, your heart pounding with excitement as you raised your hand, your fingers gently running through his hair. Jean's eyes closed at the sensation, melting into your touch. You looked at his eyelashes as they sank, the blush on the bridge of his nose, then at his pretty lips parting as your fingers tightened, lightly tugging on his hair. He moaned. You felt your wetness soaking your panties as you realized you finally had the control. "Move a little bit"

To the push of your hand, Jean shimmied further back on the bed, sinking to lean on his elbows. He watched you kick off your shoes and swiftly pull up your little dress. The warm light of the lamp grazed the soft skin of your neck, collarbones and shoulders, and one spaghetti strap of your dress fell off your shoulder - the sight so innocently arousing, Jean felt like his balls full of cum were about to explode.

"How come you're such a good boy all of a sudden?" you smiled and your confidence grew even more as Jean's greedy eyes devoured your body while you slowly crawled up on the bed, seating yourself on his thighs, just above his knees.

Jean wanted to grab your hips and slam it onto his until you came all over his cock, but with the last crumbs of composure he had, he obeyed to your will instead. He felt himself getting more and more aroused at every little action of yours - and he didn't realize just yet, but you taking the lead made him incredibly turned on.

"I'd do anything for you to forgive my awful sins" Jean's lips slightly curved into a smug smile, looking into your eyes darkened with lust. He shifted his body so he could move one of his hands to make contact with the smooth skin of your exposed thigh, but you pushed his hand once again.

"Then don't touch me, and do what I say" you replied with a voice so soft and alluring, it made Jean gulp hard, and obey once again. He faintly bucked his hips upwards as the tight grip of his trousers became torturous.

You almost moaned out loud just by seeing his desperate movements, but you forced yourself to keep your calm. You wanted to pleasure him in the most lingering, cruelly satisfying way.

"Holy—Fuck" Jean groaned quietly as your hands gently slid up his deliciously thick thighs to the croth of his pants, painfully avoiding his most sensitive area.

"You look so good" you hummed, enjoying the color of his flushed cheeks at your praise. "You like when I touch you, right?"

"Yeah" Jean breathed out as he watched your dainty little hands run around the aching, obvious bulge in his trousers. You eyed his clothed erection, already salivating at how heavy and hard his cock seemed. "Those pretty little fingers feel so good"

"I know" you watched with a sinful smile as your hands slowly and smoothly moved up Jean's waist and around his chest as it heaved. His eyes closed as your fingers delicately ran up his neck, then down to his collarbones. You leaned forward and groped his broad shoulders, getting even more wet at feeling the flesh of his muscles. Jean's eyes opened as your scent hit his nose, and moaned at the sight of your breasts bulging, almost spilling out of the fabric of your little dress. "Let me help you get rid of this"

You started unbuttoning his shirt, taking your sweet time while Jean felt like crying out of desperation. He wanted to stay patient, but he couldn't help squirming under you. "You're getting needy, aren't you?"

"Yeah" he muttered, his breathing ragged as you slowly peeled the shirt off his torso. Your mind became fuzzy at the sight, your hands greedily gliding up his toned waist, stopping at the muscles of his chest. Your nails slightly digged into his skin and you leaned forward.

"What do you need, baby?" you asked, an airy whisper in his ear as your hand moved to his neck, only attempting to wrap around. Jean bucked his hips up again as the feeling of your hand's grip on his throat made him throb.

"I need to feel you" he spoke softly, a moan falling from his lips when your warm mouth kissed down on his neck, your lips and tongue making filthy, wet little sounds as you found his sensitive spot. "Fuck—Y/n..."

"Tell me how you wanna feel me" you purred into the crook of his neck while your hand wandered down to his stomach, fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin just above his belt.

"Touch me, please" Jean replied in a low voice and you lifted your head to look into his eyes. You simply melted at the desperate look he gave you as your fingers moved to unbuckle his belt. "I'm so hard for you"

"Just for me?" you smiled and connected your lips in a soft kiss, immediately accepting Jean's greedy tongue into your mouth. He kissed so good, you felt your clit throb at every movement of his lips, just like he felt his cock getting leaky as your tongue moved in perfect sync with his.

"Just for you" Jean moaned into your mouth, and you let out a little whimper as both of your hands worked on his belt. You unzipped the trousers after unbuckling, then broke the kiss as you leaned back, sitting up to look at what your hands were doing. Jean watched your pretty fingers gently move along the aching boner in his boxers, trying to well up from the unbearable grip of his trousers. "Holy shit—"

Your hand slipped into the trousers, less gentle this time as you grabbed his hard-on with your whole hand, your mouth falling slightly open, eyes darting to his as you felt his size. Jean literally saw stars - his eyes hazy and low-lidded as he stared into yours. He saw a new wave of warmth flushing your cheeks as he felt the warmth of your palm met his bulge through the fabric.

"Keep touching me, pretty girl" he said and you shamelessly palmed his erection through his boxers, moaning as you felt up his balls, then the length of his cock. You were already certain it wouldn't fit inside you. Jean's head fell back as a shaky whine escaped his lips.

"You're so fucking hard"

"Please—"

"Help me" your demand was soft and quiet, but enough for Jean to immediately lift his hips as your fingers hooked into the hem of his boxers. With one swift motion, you pulled his trousers and his boxers down, freeing his cock as it sprang up against his happy trail. Jean watched your pretty face blush, big doe eyes slightly widen. You were simply unable to take your eyes off of it. He was huge - the biggest you've seen, anyway. His length was one thing, but the girth made you absolutely sure that it won't fit. "Oh my god"

Your hands moved impatiently as you wrapped both of them around his cock. Jean grunted at the sight, how small your hands looked in comparison, your squishy thighs hugging his, your pretty little fingers slowly moving up and down on his hard cock, your tits pushed together by your arms, alluring eyes piercing right into his.

"You're beautiful" he muttered and bit down on his lower lip hard as your thumb pressed up his sensitive slit, squeezing out a few drops of precum. Getting confident by his praise, you leaned closer as your mouth opened, letting a string of saliva spill onto his pink tip. Jean moaned louder this time, the sight of you drooling all over his dick, smearing it around with your hand almost sending him over the edge.

"You like when I get dirty for you?" your eyes darted back to his, smile so devilish he just had to buck himself up into your fists.

"Oh yeah I do, y—Such a nasty girl" he moaned and you had to bite back your own whimpers as he slowly fucked into your hands. You could have never even imagined something so incredibly hot. "So messy for me, I—I love it. Y'milking my cock so good"

Your breathing became ragged, your hands squeezing a little harder as Jean thrusted his cock into them, squelching with precum and saliva. You whispered, "I love it messy"

You looked at his tip leaking precum onto your knuckles with such hungry eyes, Jean felt like you were going to eat him up. But you moved your hand carefully and gathered the clear slick with a finger, then looked into Jean's eyes as you licked it off. He had to try his best not to cum right then and there. When did you become such a filthy little—?

"Give me your hand" you motioned for his hand, and grabbed it as he reached out, now only leaning on one forearm. He let you wrap his fingers around his own cock, pumping it a couple of times, squeezing at the end. You quietly moaned, him letting you jerk his cock like this being so dirty and arousing, you were sure you've already soaked through his trousers as you sat on his thigh.

You grabbed his fingers to gather his precum just like you did, then raised his hand to your lips. Jean let out a groan that turned into a desperate whine as you took his fingers into your mouth one by one, sucking them clean, your warm tongue swirling around them as you looked deep into his eyes.

"Does that feel good?" you purred between fingers, Jean moaning in pleasure as you sucked his thumb. So, so filthy...

"Feels so good, pretty girl" Jean's sweet sounds were making you lose control, not even wanting to tease him anymore. You just wanted to make him cum.

You moaned in agreement as you let go of his hand, both of your hands finding their way to his hard cock, starting to gently work the swollen, sensitive tip as you played with him.

"Hnngh— You're doing so good. Y'work that cock so good" Jean moaned his words, unable to take his eyes off of your pretty lips wrapping around his fingers. "Your mouth feels amazing, angel, you're making me—"

"What?" you hummed with a smile, his middle finger still in your mouth. "You're gonna be a good boy and cum on my hands?"

Jean hesitated for a moment as he blinked up at you, his cheeks burning with arousal. Your mind went absolutely blank and feral at seeing how flustered he got hearing that name.

"If you want me to"

"Oh, I want you to" you agreed, but your hands stopped, they were completely still. Though he was so turned on by you, Jean felt like one movement of your fingers would push him over the edge. "But I honestly just planned on leaving you here, hard on the bed, just to get back at you"

The tension between you broke when Jean cackled and you softened as your saw his pretty smile. You were too soft for him to get your little revenge.

"Oh yeah? You wanted revenge for yesterday?"

"I did" you grinned and you felt Jean throb in your hands. He liked your pretty smile, too. "You were super mean to me"

"Mean?!" Jean laughed again, sitting up to lean on his palms instead of his elbows. Your faces were inches from each other, and suddenly, you became bashful, tracing your finger along a vein on his hard cock. "We just made out, I wasn't that big of a tease”

"You were" you snapped back, returning your gaze to his hazel eyes, but they were so full of some strange emotion that you started to lose your confidence again. "You absolutely were because it felt... Really good to me"

"It felt really good to me, too" Jean gently touched his nose against yours and your eyes closed at how good it felt to have his lips so close to yours. "You don't know how hard it was to leave you there after touching your beautiful body and—And kissing your sweet lips"

His lips grazed over yours, drawing a whimper out of you. He whispered, "You're a great kisser, by the way"

"Am I?" you smirked, remembering how you just thought the same of him.

"You are" he shortly replied, recalling how quickly he came all over his stomach after leaving you there in the hallway and going back to his dorm to jerk off thinking of you.

"You are, too" you mumbled, pushing his shoulder to have him leaning on his forearms again. Your torso followed his as you brushed your lips on his ear. "You can't even imagine how wet my pussy gets just by making out with you"

"Mmpf holy— fuck" Jean's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his cock twitching at the thought of your sweet pussy dripping from wetness, just for him. He was on the verge of pushing you down into the mattress and slamming his cock into you until you came all over it - but he enjoyed you having the control a little too much. "Please let me feel it"

"Letting you have what you want wouldn't be much of a revenge, now would it?" he felt you smile against the sensitive skin of his neck. Your fingers delicately ran along his aching erection again and your hips started rolling against his clothed thigh, slowly and gently, but with enough pressure to make your clit throb with pleasure.

"Fucking— shit, please, please let me make you cum" Jean's voice became almost whiny as you moaned into his ear, humping your wet little pussy on his trousers. He felt like a dog in heat as he watched your dress roll up on your hips from your movements, the lace of your black thong peeking from underneath.

“Oh— Jerking your cock feels so good, I could cum just by riding your thigh” you whimpered and that was when something finally switched in Jean’s brain. He sat up and his hands firmly grabbed your tingling hips.

“Well, you won’t”

“Jean—“

Your arms hung on to Jean’s neck as he moved both of your bodies, his strong arms picking you up and laying you on the bed like it was nothing. Your brain immediately turned off as he manhandled you, rolling your body to your side as he layed down and positioned himself right behind you. You whined when you felt his hard-on press between your asscheeks and he mumbled in your ear, “I know what’s good for you, Y/n”

He listened to your quiet whimpers as his big hands roamed your body from behind and it drove him crazy. He paid attention to every little reaction, taking his time on movements that made goosebumps appear across your soft skin. He watched your beautiful eyes close in pleasure as his thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples through the fabric of your dress.

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me” he hummed and pulled your dress and bralette down with one swift motion as your eyes pleadingly pierced into his. Jean subconsciously rolled his hips against your ass as he groped your bare tits, pinching a nipple between his fingers.

“Jean, that—That feels so good”

He grunted into the crook of your neck, already on the edge, fighting the urge to hump you from behind until he cums. He wanted to make you feel amazing first. “That’s it, pretty girl. Tell me what feels good”

“Can you please touch me?” you looked at him with big eyes and Jean felt himself leak onto your dress as your hand grabbed his, guiding it down to your panties.

He carefully pulled on the hem of the tight dress, exposing your lacey underwear. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of such a sexy piece between your innocently soft thighs. Jean brushed a finger across the fabric, making you shiver as his fingertips pressed into the spot where your wetness soaked through. He started gently rubbing your sensitive clit through your panties.

“Like this?” Jean mumbled, his breath hot against your ear. You nodded frantically as soft moans escaped your lips, the feeling so ethereal, you were unable to form any words.

“Let’s get this off of you, cutie” he cooed, and your hands hurried to help him as he hooked his fingers on your thong, pulling it down to your knees. You kicked it off of your legs, then let Jean’s hand open your thighs wide again. “Such a good girl for me”

Jean’s eyes glued to the sopping heaven between your spread legs, and drew a whine from you as his fingers digged into your hips, hard. He carefully glided a finger across your slit, his delicate touch making you squirm. “Fuck— You’re dripping”

“Because of you” you moaned, looking at Jean’s large fingers slipping through your wet folds, drinking in the heavenly sight. Jean gritted his teeth, then lightly bit down on your earlobe. Because of him.

“This pretty little pussy only gets so wet for me, huh?” he smiled to himself as he coated his fingers in your slick, his cock throbbing as your wet little sounds hit his ears. His hand started to drag painfully slow circles on your clit.

“Mmhm” you moaned in agreement as you felt yourself losing your mind from his touch. “Jean, I—I want you inside”

“Does my pretty girl want to be stretched out on my fingers?”

“Yes!” you cried out and he grunted in your ear. He obeyed your wish, pressing his middle finger to your sopping entrance, then slowly slid in his fingertip. Your moans started to turn slutty, and it drove him insane. “More, please—“

“So needy” his finger slipped further inside with his words, your slick walls clenching around it as Jean found the sensitive, spongy little spot inside you and pressed into it.

“Oh my god— Jean!”

“Does this feel good, baby?” he asked, hot breath against your neck, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit as his middle finger picked up the pace. He moved in and out of you, curving his finger just enough to drag against your spongy spot every time while his other hand fondled the soft plush of your breast.

“It feels so good—Please, more” you whined while obediently looking into his eyes - but Jean couldn’t take his off of the lewd scene of your prefect body spread out in front of him. You moaned loudly as he added his ring finger, careful as he stretched your sensitive walls, then immediately picked up a faster pace when he felt your insides relaxing and molding to his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…”

“Holy sh—FUCK” your eyes closed shut as the intense pleasure of him fingering your pussy flowed in your core, and Jean kept the same rhythm, two thick fingers pumping in and out of you as you squeezed around them. It felt so good being stretched out, being so full and stuffed.

“You like getting fingerfucked, huh?” he darkened with lust as your pussy squelched, the sounds of your desperate moans and your wet pussy creaming around his fingers making his mind blurry. He couldn’t help his hips grinding against your ass, his precum wetting the fabric of both of your clothes. “Fuck— Y’like getting stuffed with my fingers?”

“Mmh YES” you whined, almost sobbed out from the overwhelming pleasure building up inside you as you neared your orgasm. “Jean, I’m—“

“That’s it, baby, you’re gonna cum on my fingers. Let it go” he groaned in your ear, eyes pinned to your pretty, flushed face as warmth filled your cheeks, you squeezed your eyes shut and your breath caught in your throat as you reached your peak. Jean moaned at the heavenly feeling of dragging his fingers along your tight walls, growing wetter and squelchier as he practically bullied your sweet spot - until the knot inside your stomach became undone, and you exploded. “Let me have it, pretty girl”

“JEAN!”

An intense wave of orgasm swept through you, the feeling so powerful only Jean’s name and nonsensical moans could leave your mouth. Jean’s movements slowed down as he felt your pussy gush a little on his hand, gooey wetness pooling at his palm.

“Look at how much you love getting fucked by my fingers” he grinned and you both gazed at the strings of wetness connecting your pussy to his hand as he pulled away. You whimpered as his fingers slipped out of you, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full.

Jean shifted on the bed behind you, and hovered over you after laying you flat on your back. Your eyes met in an intense, heavy gaze.

“You did so good” he smiled as you blushed under his burning stare, then pressed a soft kiss on your swollen lips. You kissed him back eagerly while you grabbed his hand between your legs and pulled it up to your face.

Jeans mouth parted, breath caught in his throat as you broke the kiss and put his fingers in your mouth. You felt a new wave of arousal as your eyes locked with his, sucking his fingers clean as you tasted yourself. You pulled them out of your mouth with a smack, Jean instantly closing the distance between your lips with an eager, sloppy kiss. He moaned in your mouth as he felt your taste on your tongue.

He lifted his head, hovering over you as his thumb brushed along your lower lip. As if you perfectly understood each other without words, you obediently opened your mouth, then put your tongue out to let the line of drool spill into your mouth from Jean’s. Wet warmth spread on your tongue, the feeling so lewd, so messy and sloppy, you couldn’t help whimpering in pleasure.

Jean’s thumb pushed on your warm tongue and your mouth closed, wrapping your lips around it again. “Your mouth feels incredible—shit”

“I want to take your cock in my mouth” you replied softly and Jean’s head buzzed at hearing that. His achingly hard, leaky cock wanted nothing more than to be buried between those plump lips of yours - but he knew he wouldn’t last a minute. He wanted to pleasure you some more.

Jean kissed you again instead. His lips moved gently against yours, then moved down to your jaw, your neck as your head rolled back with a moan. You felt an airy whisper against your skin, “Not yet, baby”

His lips wandered confidently, knowing exactly what he wanted. He moved to your breasts, drawing a whine out of you as his tongue twirled around your hardened nipple. Jean adored your boobs - he admired them for a while, fondling, licking and gently biting down on them, taking his sweet time before he started moving down your stomach. He left wet little pecks on your skin, feeling you get more sensitive and squirmy as he reached your pretty little mount of venus.

Warmth spread on your face as you looked down at the pretty man between your legs, feeling the heat of his face radiating to the sensitive skin of your pussy as he leaned close. You came on his fingers shortly before, but you still got flustered as you gazed at his face, a few strands of hair falling to his forehead, his eyes examining your most sensitive parts so closely. Your thighs attempted to close in embarrassment, but Jean made sure to keep them open with his strong arms.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he breathed out, sending shivers up your spine. He smiled at your reaction, then pressed the most gentle little peck on your puffy pink clit as his eyes darted to yours.

“Oh god, Jean—“

Jean answered with a long lick through your slit, tongue splitting your lips open as he gathered your sweet wetness. You moaned loudly, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Jean moaned into your pussy as he pushed his tongue into your warm entrance. He wanted to stuff your wet little hole full of his cock so, so bad.

“Oh my god, that feels so good—feels so good” you whimpered as his tongue slipped up to your clit, starting to lick with a steady rhythm as his fingers pulled your lips apart. He groaned as he had his face buried in your pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending electric waves to your core. His lips occasionally closed around your clit as he slurped and continued licking.

“Mmhmy god” Jean mumbled as your hand gripped his hair, tugging on it as you completely lost yourself in the pleasure, thighs jolting, toes curling, a moaning and nonsensically babbling mess.

Jean looked up at your beautiful face between your breasts and his vision became blurry with arousal. Your pretty sounds and your delicious wetness on his tongue made him roll his hips onto the bed as he layed on his stomach with his trousers and boxers only partly pulled down, grinding into the mattress slowly, the friction elevating his senses.

Your orgasm built up even more quickly this time, and as you returned your gaze to Jean, you instantly felt yourself slipping over the edge. The sight of him licking your sensitive little pussy, his face smushed into it as he thrusted his hips against the bed, rutting and fucking into it while moaning into you was just too much to bear.

“Don’t stop licking, baby, I—I’m cumming” you muttered and the knot in your stomach snapped again as Jean’s eyes pierced into yours. Jean grunted against you as your legs started trembling, soft little moans falling from your lips as you came for the second time. He lapped at your overstimulated little clit as you came down from your orgasm, but he just couldn’t stop rutting into the bed as he neared his own peak. “Jean, c’mere”

Jean pushed himself up from the bed, quickly pulling down and kicking off his trousers alongside with his underwear, then got on his knees above you to your hand’s inviting motion. Your fingers digged into his thighs as you directed him to kneel on both sides of you - you laying there underneath him, his hard and swollen cock hovering over your pretty face was so lewd, he could cum just from this sight alone.

“I’m so close” Jean whimpered, his hand gently fisting his sensitive tip, careful not to immediately spurt all over you. Your hands greedily wandered up his thighs to cup his balls, so sensitive and heavy, full of cum just for you. You licked your lower lip as you raised your gaze to Jean’s desperate face, flushed with desire.

“Cum all over my face then, pretty boy” you bit down on your lip and took his cock out of his hand. Jean’s head started spinning and he let out a loud moan as you opened your lips, sliding his tender, swollen tip into your warm mouth. Your eyes closed at the feeling and the taste of his precum on your tongue.

After a few moments, you made sure to stare right into Jean’s eyes as your soft lips wrapped around his thick shaft. Jean’s breathing got heavier as you sucked on the head of his cock, suckling gently before swirling your tongue around it. His thumb caressed your cheek as you moved your head to suck more of him into your mouth, eager to take all of his length - even if it seemed impossible.

“Y/n—fuck—slower, y’gonna make me cum” he tried to pull back with a breathy moan, but that just made you even more determined. You wanted him to see fireworks as you milked him dry. “You feel so—so fucking good”

You wrapped a hand around his girth as your wet lips dragged along a part of his length, sucking on the sensitive tip at the end.

“That—that feels good” Jean groaned at the sight of your pretty lips wrapping around his thick cock. “Suck on it, pretty girl”

Your tongue twirled around his head mercilessly as you hollowed your cheeks, lips sucking it tightly into your mouth over and over again. Jean’s vision went white at the unearthly sensation - his thighs started trembling, hips subconsciously rolling as he fucked into your mouth when his orgasm came crumbling down. “I’m—”

Jean let out a deep grunt followed by small moans of your name as he spurted his cum into your mouth. Thick white ropes gushed down your tongue, then all over your lips and a little on your cheek as you opened your mouth, pressing the sensitive slit of his tip on your puckered lips as he was cumming. You moaned in pleasure as the hot liquid started running down on your cheek.

“Oh my god” Jean said with a shaky breath as you grabbed his hand, using his finger to scoop his hot cum back to your lips. You gazed at him with eyes full of adoration as you moved his hand to sweep all of his seed into your mouth, licking his fingers clean. You felt a deep satisfaction as you tasted him and Jean’s head kept spinning as you swallowed all of it. “Holy—“

He plumped down on the bed next to you, laying close as the bare, hot skin of your bodies touched. You turned on your side to face him, your eyes softly sinking into each other’s. Jean couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight than your flushed cheeks under your pretty freckles, your gorgeous eyes glistening at him, messy hair falling onto the pillow, sweet lips curving into a smile as he pulled you closer into a hug.

“Your smartass is just as delicious as you look” he mumbled against your cheek and you chuckled. You cupped his face into your hands as he planted small kisses all over your cheeks. Reality slowly set back in as you realized the loud music of Connie’s party was still pounding downstairs.

“Your dumbass just made me cum in Connie’s parents’ bed”

Jean laughed out loud as you made him realize, then digged his fingers into your hips as he pulled you onto himself.

“Twice” he added with a cocky grin and you bit back your own smirk. You honestly felt like you could go for a third one, still missing the feeling of his now familiar cock inside of you…

“Would it be highly inappropriate if—“ you let your hand wander down to his stomach. “If I asked you to—“

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

You both jolted in shock at the loud knocking on the bedroom door, followed by a shuffling at the doorknob. Jean jumped to his feet as he quickly grabbed his trousers from the floor, and you hastily pulled your bralette and dress back up on your breasts, pulling your dress down as you stood up. You silently blessed your past self for locking the door beforehand.

“Who the fuck is in there?!” Connie’s muffled shout came from the other side of the door, and you and Jean both froze. Your eyes met and you had to physically force yourselves to hold back a laugh bursting out of you.

You tried to keep your calm as you yelled back. “It’s me, Connie! I’m using the bathroom, I’ll be out there in a minute!”

“Y/n! Hurry up, I’m fucking pissing myself!” he squealed from the other side, and laughter bursted out of Jean’s pursed lips with a spitting sound, your shoulders silently shaking as you tried to smoothen out the jumbled bedsheets. Jean accepted his fate without a word, and opened the closet to hide inside as he tried to keep himself from wheezing with laughter.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

maroon - m. murdock

a/n: just something cute i wanted to throw together. remember to engage in safe and consensual sex with your partners and if you're going to be kinky have a safeword/system in mind!! warnings: sex! dirty talk! use of a safeword! matt is a hard dom until he isnt! reader is kind of feminine coded? idk. they go nonverbal, and matt takes care of them after they use the safeword because they are deeep into subspace! overstimulation and aftercare ! word count: 1.1k summary: you use the safeword during a rather passionate moment, so matt takes care of you. pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: maroon - taylor swift "and how the blood rushed into my cheeks/so scarlet, it was maroon/the mark they saw on my collarbone."

There’s nothing quite like sex with Matt—This much you know, you are very well acquainted with it. In fact, you are probably the expert on sex with him. Like, you could get a PHD on the matter, that is how well you know sex with Matt Murdock.

And likewise, he knows you like the back of his hand. Maybe better than the back of his hand.

But, everyone has their limits. Especially you.

Because sex with Matt is like heaven, pure unadulterated bliss, nothing between you and the edge every time he takes you into his arms. But heavenly pleasure toes the line of intense agony, and of course, sometimes you are into that.

Not tonight, though.

Your legs are shaking as his thrusts become tougher, your fourth orgasm just on the horizon. He wants to make you come one more time, whispering dirty, horrible things in your ear.

Your arms are tied above you, and they’re beginning to ache—And the ropes are beginning to burn your wrists as he thrusts into you. And of course, it’s causing tears to form in your eyes, something that Matt can smell in the air.

“Crying for me, pretty thing?” He laughs, the game still fun to him. You let out a soft whimper in response, trying to muster up the energy to tell him that something was wrong.

“Matt..” You whimper out, and he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. He gently taps your cheek and grips your chin.

“That’s not my name, darling. Might have to make you come five times now, instead.”  

You want to enjoy it, you want to enjoy it so badly, because the first three orgasms were fucking amazing, but it’s.. Your brain is slipping, and everything hurts in a bad way. As he thrusts into you, pain shoots down your thighs.

“Lava,” You tell him, the safe word slipping out of your mouth. Matt immediately stops, his grip on you softening. He wipes the tears from your face softly, noticing how you shake so intensely.

“Oh, baby..” He coos softly, slowly pulling out of you. You let out a soft whimper, as he makes his way to untie your hands. When he does, he takes your hands in his and gently brings them to his lips and presses the back of them. “I’m going to go draw you a bath, okay?” he asks, and all you can do is nod.

He leaves for only a few minutes, and when he returns, he asks, “Can you walk to the bathroom?”

You sit up and go to stand, but your legs are shaking, so you grip his arm. He frowns gently, and then asks, “Is it okay if I pick you up?” He asks. Again, all you can do is nod. He carries you over to the tub, before setting you down. He crawls into the tub behind you, pulling you close to his chest as he begins to wash your skin, making sure to lather and massage your scalp.

You know he feels guilty about pushing you so far, but that thought is so far in your brain. He makes sure you’re nice and clean, before just sitting in the tub with you, rubbing your arms gently. But, eventually, he notices that the water looses it’s warmth a bit too much and stands again, drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist.

Then, he takes your hands and tells you, “C’mon, we gotta stand up now.” He hums, before pulling you up. You shiver a bit when you step out of the tub, and he just comes from behind you and begins drying you off with the towel, making sure to grab the softest possible towel.

Then, he makes sure it’s wrapped around you when he leads you back to the bed. He sits you down before grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, then slipping on an old ‘Columbia’ crewneck. Then, he pulls out a pair of underwear, a pair of your favorite pajama shorts and one of his tee shirts.

Then, he kneels down in front of you and begins to dress you. As he does, you finally find the words,

“Matt, you don’t have to—”

“I want to. It’s okay.” He says softly, leaning down to kiss your leg gently as he slips on your pajama shorts. Then, he says, “Lift your arms for me,” and you comply, letting him slip the tee shirt on. Then, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab your hairbrush.

He sits behind you on the bed, beginning to brush out your hair. When he’s done, he puts the hairbrush down and begins to feel around for your lotion. When he finds it, he moves to kneel in front of you again. “Give me your hands, my love.” He says gently.

When you hold your hands out for him, and he begins to gently rub lotion on your hands, and your aching wrists. The cooling lotion sooths the burning sensation. The pads of his fingers begin to massage your hands gently.

When he’s done he puts the lotion down and leaves you for just a minute to find you a snack and water. He hands you the water bottle and a bag of candy to get your sugar back up. But he stays kneeling by your side. He gently rubs your back for a while before asking,

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” You smile gently, taking a sip of your water. Man, you think, he’s so fucking pretty.

“I’m sorry for pushing you so hard, baby.” He says gently, but you just smile.

“It’s okay, seriously.” You promise.

“No, it’s not. I should’ve been paying attention and checking in more. But I am proud of you for remembering the safe word.” When you finish your snack, you lay back in bed and pat the space next to you.

“Come lay with me, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He says gently, and lays with you, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you.” He says gently.

“I love you,” You echo, leaning over to kiss his arm. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anything for you.” He says gently, “Now go ahead and get some rest, darling.” He’s thrilled that you’re feeling better, the guilt slowly, leaving his bones.

“Alright.. Night, Matty. I love you.” You say again, sleep plaguing you.

“I love you, too.”

You fall asleep like that, right in Matt’s arms. You love him dearly and nothing has proved to you that this is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with more than tonight. You love how gentle he is with you in your most vulnerable moments; It makes you fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

[pygmi-cygni]

The Comedown - Nathan Bateman

this is just aftercare, no sexy times!

cw: mentions of sexy times, sex toys, bodily fluid, nathan's filthy mouth, fluff, comfort, reader is being taken care of.

"Alright, Raggedy Anne, let's go. Bath is this way," Nathan teased, prodding your limp form. You groaned, wiggling your hips and pressing your face into the pillow. He'd ruined your ability to walk and expected you to get to the bathroom? No sir, no thank you.

"You wanna lie in a pool of cum? Be my guest, honey, I'll enjoy the lavender steam by myself."

He paused, waiting for you to catch on. A weak murmur of enthusiasm, but you still didn't move. He raised a bushy eyebrow, kneeling by your head. Your eyes were open, heavy lidded and still wet from tears. Nathan brought a hand up to your cheek, lightly tugging a strand of hair.

"You alright up there?"

"Hurts," you whined after a moment, shuffling your legs for emphasis. Nathan snorted, pinching your cheek affectionately.

"Fine, you big baby. Bend your legs, tuck your chin."

He pulled you up from the bed, chuckling at your exaggerated groaning. You would be fine, but he didn't mind spoiling you.

You squirmed against his shoulder, huffing frustratedly as you tried to get comfortable. Nathan swallowed a groan at the feeling of your hot, wet cunt brushing ever so often against his spent cock. He was sorer than he'd ever been in his life, but god if you just-

"Okay, let's go," he cut himself off. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, sinking against his warm chest.

The bathroom was a short walk away, and you smelled the bath oils before Nathan crossed the threshold. Humming happily, you kicked your feet and grinned at the familiar smell. Nathan smirked, heart glowing proudly.

"In you go. Watch the rim, it's cold," he said, lowering you into the steaming pool. You pressed your hip into the cold porcelain and yelped, splashing soap on his glasses.

"I just told you that."

"I wanted to see," you grumbled, eyes shining with mischief. Nathan rolled his eyes and wiped his glasses on a towel. Your attitude was a good sign - all of the bruises were surface level. Nothing a warm bath and some blankets couldn't fix.

You shivered in the pleasant water. The warmth was heavenly, soaking the ache from your muscles and adding to the post-coital glow. Nathan sat outside the tub, using his forearm as a pillow for you to lean your head against. He swirled his fingers idly in the suds, making patterns against your skin.

It was unlike him to go so far into the aftercare. Most of his partners were androids and didn't need anything more than a rag and dish soap. He could build a new one if he got too much spunk on it.

But something about you made him want to go a bit further - to see how good he could make you feel. The way your eyes grew soft and round and your lips all pouty made his chest warm and tight. He didn't mind pampering you.

"Where's my reward," he huffed, jutting out his chin. You giggled, poking his cheek.

"Get in here, then, lemme cuddle you."

The idea made him unreasonably excited, and he immediately sank into the soapy water. You raked some oil through his beard and kissed him gently. Nathan hummed, preening under the attention. His eyes slipped closed with contentment.

"Psst. Nathan, look. We're twins."

He cracked an eye open and barked a laugh. You'd stacked soap bubbles on your chin in a closer resemblance to Santa, but your scowl was undoubtably his. You dissolved into giggles, sticking out your tongue.

"Let's take a picture, and in thirty years I bet you'll look the same," you teased, wiping the floral soap from your cheeks.

Nathan scoffed. "How will you know what I look like in thirty years? Preposterous."

You blinked. "Cause I'll be here, dummy. I thought you hated stupid questions."

Nathan's heart stuttered and stopped. For some reason, he hadn't...considered that. The idea that you'd want to stay that long. He wouldn't stop you, no way, but he just assumed....

"Why would I leave?" You asked softly, tucking yourself against him. He cleared his throat, trying to recover.

"The bubble baths are too nice here," you reasoned, winking at him. Nathan stared, stricken with something as he looked at you. Your eyes searched his carefully and finally you reached up. Pressing your lips to his cheek, you tapped his chest twice.

"Oh, and there's this weird guy I've seen around here before. I'd like to get to know him sometime. He seems pretty hot."

Nathan snorted again, kissing you hard and grinning as you giggled against his chest.

tags!

@krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @justsomeonecalledemma

@iolaussharpe-24 @rosegnome @twwcs @heeheehoohoofictimr @steven-grants-world

@ael-xander @to-be-a-sunshine @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @silvernight-m

[misscherrys-world]

Showering together

Kai Anderson fluff.

It’s pure and clean, just a silly thought I had yesterday when I took my shower with new products. Also English isn’t my first language.

𝔐𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔢 𝔳𝔲𝔢

I walked down stairs slicking my hair up in a bun, coconut oil smell filling up the air while I headed to the kitchen. Kai was supposed to be out today so I took advantage of this moment to take care of myself a little before he comes back. I always take care of my looks and smell.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped slightly clearly was taken off guard. I looked behind me to the blue hue sitting on the couch chewing on god knows what.

“Why do you smell like an island?”

I panted trying to calm myself from the scare I just had.

“I’m oiling my hair.. you were supposed to be out. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

He titled his head slightly “Oiling your hair? What the hell does it supposed to do?”

I sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter. “It what makes my hair shiny and soft.”

He stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen counter with a frown. I thought he despised how I smell right now.

“Does it work on my hair too? It wouldn’t affect the color, right?”

I was dumbfounded by his question but I shook my head. “No, it wouldn’t.. do you.. want to try it?”

“Hell yeah! And I here thought your hair is soft genetically!”

“Okay fine here..” I gave him the bottle. He looked at it then at me. “What?” I asked confusingly as he looked at me without saying a word.

I smiled with realization. “You want me to do it for you?”

“It’s not like that.. I just don’t know the right amount and stuff you women do” He replied smugly trying to hide his true feelings. He wanted to feel my hands working their way through his hair tenderly, massaging his scalp and his nape.

After 2 hours I took him to the shower with me to wash it off.

“Stay still I have to wash it very well.” I opened my expensive shampoo bottle. The heavenly scent of it filled the bathroom as I massaged his hair with the white frothy product that coated my palms.

“I didn’t know you got that expensive shit they’re trying to convince people to buy, it’s a total scam!”

“It’s not a scam, Kai. It’s a shampoo that won’t fry your hair off. You will see after the shower.”

He huffed as we both waited 15 minutes for the hair mask to work it’s magic.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this! I have important stuff to do! I have followers waiting for my instructions!”

“Come on, it will be worth it, trust me.”

I dried his hair with the hairdryer after I sprayed the heat protectant all over it. “You didn’t have to force me on using that lotion over my body I feel like a glazed mess, everything is slippery.”

He continues complaining about everything but I knew deep down he was enjoying the luxury and royal treatment.

“We are done, Kai. Tell me how to you feel?”

He groaned “Finally!” He opened the closet to wear something nice and clean. I made sure all of his shirts were clean and ironed.

I sat in front of the dresser’s mirror combing my hair when he reached out for my chin and pressed his lips softly against my forehead then cheek. This is his way to say thank you to me when we are alone.

“Next time you do this make sure.. I’m here.. okay?”

I smiled warmly at him knowing that he really like it. I nod my head assuring him that I will take care of him.

He left the room heading to the basement where he had a meeting with his little minions. He’s in a good mood.

[jadeee]

Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

[wheels-of-despair]

A Situation Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: There's only one thing in the world that could make Eddie turn Evil Woman Action down… and it's down there. Contains: Embarrassment, vague mentions of an uncomfortable development in a sensitive area, lying, angry eating, Uncle Wayne being glad he doesn't have the full story, kind of a fight, eventual reconciliation… oh, and some good old-fashioned fruit-fucking. Words: 2.4k

Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

Other Note: This will never come close to My Beloved Melon Fic, but @fictionaldaze bullied me into another fruit fic anyway. Enjoy! 😂

"Hey," she purrs. Wrapping her arms around his waist. Nuzzling her face into his chest. Breathing out a satisfied sigh that permeates his t-shirt and warms his skin more than the afternoon sun beaming down in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Eddie relaxes into her and inhales deeply, getting a heavenly whiff of his favorite smell: his one and only.

"Wanna go fool around?" she mumbles.

Eddie feels his dick twitch at the suggestion. No! Stop that!

"Uh… can't today. Promised Wayne I'd scrub the bathroom." Right. Bathroom. Cleaning. Scum in the tub. Hair in the drain. Things that are not at all sexy.

"Need help?" She would really help him with this? That's so sex--NO. Not sexy! Plunger! Wads of slimy hair! The smells!

"Nah, wouldn't want to subject you to that."

She sighs, but it's not the good kind of sigh. She's getting mad. This is the third time this week that he's rejected her advances. And he feels terrible about it. But it's for her own good! Really!

There's something going on down there. He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't know why it's there. He doesn't know how he got it. But he knows that it's ruining his fucking life.

Is it a disease? A rash? Something he picked up in the locker room? Or The Hideout's bathroom, which hasn't been cleaned since 1959? It looks a little less horrifying that it did yesterday, but what if it's a fake-out? What if that's what it wants him to think? What if it's contagious? What if he gave it to her? He'd never forgive himself.

He'd picked up the phone to call the free clinic three times. Once, he even dialed a few numbers before hanging up. He was too ashamed to show anyone, even if they could help him. He'd rather just let his dick fall off and die horny and alone.

"What's with you this week? You're usually all over me, but you have now turned me down THREE times. What are you, on the rag?" She's pulled away. She's glaring. Not good.

"I'm just… not in the mood," he lies, rubbing the back of his neck.

She rolls her eyes and starts walking in the other direction.

"I thought I was taking you home?"

"Not in the mood," she yells without looking back.

Fuck.

Eddie watches her stomp onto the big yellow school bus that she loathes. Oh, boy, is he in for it.

Stop that, he grumbles at himself, adjusting the front of his jeans with a wince as he hops into his van. He speeds home wondering what's more likely to happen first; his dick shriveling up and falling off, or his girl getting mad enough to rip it off and feed it to him. Either way, he's fucking doomed.

When he gets home, he enters quietly, hoping not to disturb a snoring Wayne. He steps into the bathroom to rid himself of the Mountain Dew he sucked down at lunch… and glares at the object of his ruination. Betrayed by his own cock. He sighs at the sight of it - although it does look less alarming than it did yesterday - and after a gentle shake, stuffs it back into his boxers with a hiss.

Eddie's stomach rumbles while he's washing his hands. Don't want that spreading, he thinks as he dries his hands on his shirt. He tiptoes to the kitchen and stares into the pathetically stocked cabinets, hoping for a snack to present itself. He never had this problem at her house. As soon as they got there, she'd throw a bunch of seemingly random stuff together and turn it into something creative that he'd happily bust a gut on… if Gareth would let him.

Shit. Forgot he was supposed to take some of the guys home. It's literally why they were there, loitering in the parking lot instead of peeling out of Hawkins High like two bats outta hell.

Eddie sighs and reaches for a can of pineapple. He'll save the Spaghetti-O's for dinner. And definitely go buy some damn groceries tomorrow.

He grabs the dull can opener, and after a fight, finally gets the top most of the way off. He bends it out of his way and grabs a fork from the dish drainer, leaning up against the kitchen counter to eat right there and reflect on what a shit-show his life has become.

She bought him the pineapple. And the fruit cocktail he ate a few days ago. And the green beans Wayne heated up for dinner last night. Just walked right in and started putting away groceries and lecturing him on "vitamins" and "minerals" and "eating a damn vegetable every once in a while."

He'd blushed and thanked her at the time, but now he wishes he could thank her over the kitchen table. Hard. Deep. Fuck. Stop it!

He stabs a ring of pineapple and lifts it out of the can, letting it drip for a second before tilting his head back and cramming the circle into his mouth. He stares at the takeout coupons on the fridge as he chews, wishing anything sounded appealing right now.

He'll never get to thank her properly ever again. Not that he'd have a reason to, since he'd rejected her so many times, she didn't even want him anymore. What an idiot. He had one thing going for him, and his dick fucked it all up.

He stabs another ring and lifts it to his mouth, spilling the juice down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and chews angrily.

Why does his mouth feel weird?

Eddie looks at the can. Ingredients: Pineapple. Pineapple juice. This isn't any different than the other can, is it?

Oh.

He didn't exactly eat the other can.

He'd opened the can a few nights ago, being unable to find any proper junk food as a midnight snack, and after he got the lid off... he looked down to see a perfect hole just waiting for him.

He'd been all alone. So lonely. Thinking about his girl.

A strong man would've been able to say no to that perfect hole.

But Eddie Munson was not a strong man.

But after… wait.

Is this it?

Is he allergic to pineapple?

Did he stick his dick in something he's fucking allergic to?

The realization makes him choke. He coughs, leaning over the kitchen sink as chunks of yellow devil-fruit fly out of his mouth at high speeds.

"Y'alright, boy?"

Shit. He woke Wayne up.

Eddie tries to answer, but it kicks off another coughing fit.

When he finally catches his breath and rinses the sink out, he turns… to see Wayne sitting at the table.

"I taught you to chew before you swallow, right?"

"Yes," Eddie sighs with a roll of his eyes. And then he remembers what set him off. "Can you be allergic to pineapple?"

"Is that what you were choking on?"

"Yeah."

"You ate fruit voluntarily?"

"For the very last time. Am I allergic?"

"Mouth feel weird?"

Eddie nods.

"Bromelain."

"What?"

"Bromelain. Meat tenderizer."

"I didn't eat any freakin' meat tenderizers!"

"It's in the pineapple. That's what makes your mouth feel weird. Something with the enzymes trying to bite back or something, I don't know. Used to bother your grandma real bad."

"So it's genetic? I'm allergic?"

"Can you breathe?"

"Yeah."

"Just a weird feelin'?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, shifting uncomfortably.

"You'll be fine. It'll ease up when you quit eatin' it."

Son of a bitch.

"Wayne, I gotta go. Sorry for waking you up."

"Almost time to get up anyway. Stop by the store on your way back."

"I will," Eddie says, darting around Wayne and grabbing his keys.

A knock on your bedroom door interrupts your wallowing.

"No," you grumble into your pillow. When the bus dropped you off a few minutes ago, you'd walked straight to your bed and fallen into it face-first. You hadn't moved since.

You'd spent the loud and bumpy ride home wondering why Eddie didn't want you anymore. You don't know what changed. He was always ready to go at the drop of a hat. Hell, he'd get horny if the wind changed directions and blew against him just right. And then, all of a sudden… nothing. Even when you made the first move - which he used to love - you got shut down. What was the fucking problem?

You hear your door open, and wish you had the energy to throw something at your dumb brother.

But Eddie is the one who crawls into bed next to you.

You don't want to look at him. You turn your head so you're facing the other direction.

"I brought you a flower."

"Kay."

"I stole it from Mrs. Wallace's garden."

You smile, even though he can't see you. Mrs. Wallace is the old bat down the street from him who's always yelling at kids for playing too loudly and creating a public nuisance. Like her screeching isn't a public nuisance of its own. It's a wonder she has any blooms left, with all her spite-pickers.

"I love you," he says.

"Doesn't feel like it."

Eddie sighs a deep sigh.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, a week ago, you were practically humping my leg every time we got a second alone together. Now it's like…"

"It's not like that."

"What's it like, then?"

"I had… I had kind of a scare."

He pauses so long, you prod him with a "Continue."

"I had kind of a situation down there and I thought something was wrong but it's getting better and I didn't want to freak you out."

You turn your head back toward Eddie, who is lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. "A situation?" you ask.

"It was nothing, it's getting better, everything's okay, it'll be back to normal in a few days."

"A situation like a zit, or a situation like something you need to go to the clinic for?"

His face goes red. Your blood turns to lava. You prop yourself up on your elbows and glare down at him.

"Because I know I'm clean, and since you were a fucking virgin when we met, there is no reason for you to--"

"It's not that!" he cuts you off.

"Because if it's that, you need to tell me right the fuck now."

"It's not!"

"Then what the fuck is it, Eddie?!"

He brings his hands to his face and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"Eddie!"

"I…" he squirms. "Did something stupid."

"How stupid?" you spit.

"So stupid we're gonna laugh about it one day."

"Spit it out, fucker."

He spreads his hands to cover more of his face.

"Eddie," you warn him.

He slowly drags his fingers down his face and exhales.

"Ifuckedacanofpineapple."

"What?"

He winces.

"I fucked a can of pineapple."

He… what?

"And apparently there's something in pineapple that I'm allergic to or something? Wayne said my grandma had it too. But it fucked me up for a few days and getting hard hurt so fucking bad and that's why I've been distant but it's getting better and it's gonna be fine."

You stay silent for a minute, trying to process Eddie's confession. How the fuck… why the fuck… how?

"You fucked a can of pineapple?"

Eddie rubs his face. "Yeah."

"How?"

"I just… don't make me say it."

"Oh, you're gonna say it," you tell him, turning to lie on your side. "I need details. I need to know everything."

"No you don't."

"Eddie, I have never wanted to understand something so desperately in my life. Explain it, or we're going into the kitchen for a demonstration."

"No!" he barks, instinctively drawing his legs up and covering his crotch.

"Explain!"

He whines, and he squirms, and he looks at you pathetically. But you're far too curious to let this slide. Eddie pulls the pillow out from under his head and covers his face with it.

"Edward."

He lets out a long groan, and eventually moves the pillow out of his face. He hugs it to his chest.

"I was high and bored and lonely and hungry and I figured I'd try it so I could tell you I ate fruit and you'd be proud of me and stuff and I got the top off and there was just this… big… wet… hole? UGH!" Eddie groans and flips over to his stomach, taking the pillow with him to cover his head. You watch him wallow in his misery, becoming more amused by the second.

"Oh my god," you say in wonder. "I'm in love with a moron who literally fucked a can of pineapple."

Eddie tilts his head just enough so that you can make out his mumble: "I took it out."

"Took what out?"

"The can had sharp edges. I took out the pineapple and put it in a sour cream container before…"

You snort. He hides his face again, and you picture Eddie Munson dumping a can of pineapple rings into an old sour cream container the Munsons use as Tupperware and going to town on it. Right there in the kitchen. Sloshing pineapple juice down his legs and the cabinets and onto the floor.

You lose it. You cackle until your sides ache and tears stream down your face. You wipe them away with the backs of your hands, and look to Eddie. He's less red, but still clearly embarrassed as he stares at the ceiling.

"I take it you're not mad?" he asks.

"That you cheated on me with a can of fruit?" Another giggle fit erupts, and he lays there calmly while it passes. "Sorry," you say finally. "So you're allergic to pineapple?"

"I think it's safe to say that it's not something I'll be trying again anytime soon."

"What did it do to you?" you ask curiously.

"It kinda… it… uh… wasn't pretty."

"Can I see it?"

"No."

"Are you okay?"

"Will be."

You scooch closer, and he holds out his arm so you can snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest and slide your hand across his stomach until it reaches the other side.

"I'm glad you're okay," you say quietly. Eddie's hand begins stroking up and down your back. A thought occurs to you, and you smirk. "But it serves you right for trying to cheat on me with a can of fruit."

[ziggystardust8675]

Pink Skies and Silk

Pairing: Jareth x reader

AN: It has been a HOT minute since I’ve actually posted any writing so that’s my bad. Hope some smut makes up for it!

Summary: You’ve been missing your boyfriend and he feels it’s his duty to make up for lost time.

Warnings: AFAB reader (no pronouns actually used), penetrative sex, praise kink, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), creampie, little bit of possessiveness

The labyrinth was quiet today, it was a stark difference from the usual buzzing of life throughout it. The flowers were finally in bloom after a long and frigid winter. You could never truly get over the beauty of the labyrinth, it was otherworldly. The only thing more beautiful than the labyrinth was your boyfriend, Jareth.

He had been away at meetings all day and the longing for him was obvious. It was likely you wouldn't see him till the sun started setting, so you decided to lounge around the gardens with a good book till then.

Finally when the sky started being painted colors of pinks and oranges did you start making your way back. Upon entering the castle it was clear there wasn't a soul in sight. Not a goblin nor Jareth.

Walking up the cobblestone steps you entered you and Jareth's shared room. It too was empty.

You stripped yourself of the clothes you had worn all day and made your way towards the bathroom. Starting the bath you added a variety of sweet smelling oils and perfumes. As soon as you stepped into the warm water, your body immediately started to release the tension you didn't know you were holding.

As soon as the water started getting cold you reluctantly decided it was about time to get out. You wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel you had set out. Once you were dry you dressed yourself in a low cut silk nightgown. Usually you would save the garment for a night where Jareth would give you his undivided attention and love, however since Jareth was nowhere to be found you decided to wear it just to feel confident in yourself.

Leaving the steam filled room, you found the man who had just been occupying your thoughts lazing on your shared bed in nothing but his trousers. God, he was certainly an enticing sight sitting there reading his leather bound book. Now you were immensely thankful for what you had decided to wear tonight.

Jareth's eyes shot up from his book to meet yours like a predator to prey. The air got caught in your throat and suddenly you felt extremely warm.

Taking a step towards the bed, Jareth sat up a little more, marking the page in his book to soon be forgotten. You decided to let him come to you.

Seeing that you weren't moving anytime soon, Jareth slipped out of bed and sauntered towards you, like predator to prey. The sight of you alone was enough to make him hot, and yet here you were in your short nightgown looking heavenly, he needed you. Your breath started to pick up.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, my love." His voice was low and his hands planted firmly on your hips. Your breath was coming in short puffs as you murmured, "Mm, just missed you is all."

Jareth turned his head as he nipped at your neck, causing you to grip his shoulders. "Well, I'm here now. I believe I should make up for lost time, yes?" He whispered against your ear, causing you to involuntary shiver. All that you could muster was a breathless "Yeah" in his ear.

Finally, Jareth brought his head up to kiss you firmly. The kiss was long and left you feeling light, causing you to push your chest more firmly into his. Just as quick, Jareth pushed into you as well. The hands on your waist started to bunch the silk of your nightgown up higher. You could feel how hard he had gotten through his pants where he was pressing into the soft plush of your stomach.

The temperature in the room seemed to increase tenfold judging by the sweat starting to form on your brow. You pushed impossibly closer to him causing him to let out a low groan. He started to sneak one of his hands down to your thighs, using the other to bunch up your nightgown around your hips. You shifted your hips, starting to get impatient with the aching in your cunt. Jareth squeezed your hip a little to keep you in place,

“Patience, love.” He punctuated his sentence with a sensual kiss to your lips that lasted all too short. Finding that words had started to fail you, you tilted your head up and bit at Jareth’s neck just the way he liked.

Quickly, Jareth turned you both to the side so he could pick you up and place you on the soft cream colored sheets. He slotted his thin waist between your thighs and you arched your back slightly, “Jareth… please…” you whined, the sound was incredibly endearing to his ears. He threads his fingers through your hair, making you tip your head back so he could continue to nip at your neck, groaning as he did so.

He brought his hands down, running along the length of your body before softly rubbing the inside of one of your thighs. You moaned his name in his ear making him grunt and push his lips against you with hot passion. He runs his thumb along your clothed core making you shudder and grip his shoulders before he pulls his head back to look you in the eye and ask, “Is this okay, Love?”

You adored how even after all this time, no matter how many times you both were intimate, he would always still ask for your consent. You immediately nodded your head frantically of course, eager for all he had to give you. Without a second thought, he pulled the edge of your underwear aside to tentatively push his middle finger into your heat. At the sound of your pleasured gasp, he began to thrust his finger carefully but with more confidence that he was making you feel good. Soon he started to add a second finger, curling them and preparing you for him.

After a few moments of soft moans and the wet noise of his fingers entering your cunt, you started getting impatient, his fingers not enough. “Jareth… please… I need you… All of you.”

A devilish smile stretched across his face at your begging as he pulled his fingers from your drenched cunt to suck them clean. Your face flushed at his erotic actions, you reached to pull him closer to kiss him heatedly. He leaned back on his heels to start undoing the buckle of his pants. Once that was undone he got up to remove his pants and boxers altogether. He stood before where you lay completely bare on the bed, like some sort of divine being that came to give you the greatest of pleasures and love.

Without procrastination he got back on the bed, your legs resting on his thighs as they pushed your legs further apart. He strokes himself slowly twice, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt. He had to resist the urge to plunge his cock into you and fuck you into the mattress, rather he wanted to take his time with you.

“You’re so pretty, all spread out like this.” His voice is tight as he guides the tip of his cock through your slick, bringing the tip to rub at your clit making you gasp out. “Jareth, please, I need you inside me.” You whimpered in pleasure when he finally started to push the tip of himself inside of you. His pace was agonizingly slow as he finally bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. Once you give the go ahead, he starts shallowly thrusting, drawing low moans out of you.

Jareth moves his hands to grip at your hips, guiding your hips to meet his thrusts. “Ah, you take me so well Y/N… So good for me.” His chest is covered in a sheen of sweat and you can see the muscles in his stomach and arms flexing as he makes love to you. You cry out in pleasure when he grips the underside of one of your thighs to throw it over his shoulder, pounding deeper into you with this new angle. He brings the hand that isn’t holding your leg down to rub tight circles on your clit causing your back to arch and you cry out his name.

At the sound of his name leaving your lips in such a way he picks up the pace of his thrusts, low grunts and pants leaving his throat. Your thighs begin to tremble as an orgasm slowly starts to root in your lower belly. “Jareth, just like that… I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me… You’re so good, finish for me sweetheart.” His thrusts started to turn erratic as he worked to bring you to your release. Once that coil in your belly snapped, his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as he chased his own release. He bottomed out as he released his load into you, painting your insides with his cum. You both stayed like that for a few moments as you rode out your highs, trying to catch your breath.

When he finally pulled out of you, you could feel his hot load leak out of your spent pussy. Jareth leaned back to watch it, completely entranced with the sight before him. He wanted no other to see you this way, he decided now that he was going to marry you. You would rule his kingdom by his side and he would have it no other way.

Buy me a coffee?

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[feirceangel]

Imagine | Slice of Life (Luffy)

Imagine getting into a food fight and then cleaning up :)

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, bathing, non-sexual nudity, general good vibes.

Word Count: 1,056

(Not my gif)

"What's going on?" You ask with arms crossed.

"Nuf'n," comes the mumbled reply from Luffy. His face is stuffed full of the cake you had just finished icing, frosting plastered all over his face.

"Sure," you drawl, shaking your head.

Honestly, you excepted nothing less from Luffy. You know him better than anyone else. That's why you actually made two cakes and hid the other one where he can't get his grubby hands on it.

"You weren't supposed to eat that."

"But it was right here," he whines.

"No excuse."

He slowly pushes a piece of the cake across the table towards you.

"I saved you a piece."

You can't help but smile at that display of affection. Luffy is notorious for not sharing his food, but he always shares with you.

"Thanks, Luff," you grab a fork and sit down. "I'll forgive you this time."

He laughs, "You always forgive me, Y/n!"

You flick some cake from your fork and hit him directly on the forehead, "Only cause you're a dumbass."

He laughs harder at that, sending a splat of cake onto your cheek as he does.

Your laughter joins his as you stand and smush a larger piece of the frosted goodness into his face. He sits still for a minute before bolting to his feet and smashing his lips against yours.

Taken by surprise, you are quick to return the favour. The taste of cake on your tongue coupled with Luffy's lips is a heavenly sensation.

He breaks away with a huge grin, “I’m your dumbass, dumbass.”

You wipe some of the cake from his cheek, “We should go get washed up. You’re a mess.”

“So are you, shishishi,” he giggles.

“You two are making me sick!” Nami exclaims, having been silently judging you two for having a food fight as she sat in the corner and flipped through her ledger.

You and Luffy simultaneously stick out your tongues in her direction.

She rolls her eyes and goes back to ignoring you both. You know it’s all in good fun, Nami is your best friend after all. She just likes to tease you.

The weather has been excellent today, not a cloud in the sky. But you told Sanji you’d make dessert today, so that’s why you were in the kitchen. Luffy had snuck in after you went to tell Sanji that the cakes were done.

Now, you grab Luffy’s warm hand and drag him into the bathroom, serious about getting clean.

“Y/n, I don’t wanna,” he grumbles.

“But we’re filthy,” you reason. “Besides, I thought you didn’t mind bathing with me? Do you want me to go?”

You turn to leave, embarrassed at assuming he wanted to share a bath with you. Before you can walk out the door, hands grab your shoulders and spin you around.

Luffy pouts at you, having stretched his arms to stop you.

“Don’t leave! I didn’t mean that,” he pulls you close and you let him. “I like spending alone time with you.”

“Same here, Luff.”

You smile at him and he returns the grin. Turning the tap on, you fill the tub with hot water, adding sweet smelling suds.

Meanwhile, Luffy’s taken off his hat and shirt, tossing them on the floor. You grab a soft washcloth, getting the worst of the cake off of Luffy before focusing on yourself.

Stripping down, you and Luffy quickly step into the shower to rinse off before sinking down into the soapy water of the bath.

The tub has more than enough room for you both, but Luffy wraps his arms around you and draws you close to him. You lean back against him, smiling in his embrace.

It’s the tender moments like these that bring a swell of warmth to your heart.

Sure, you always know how much love you have for each other, but there’s something special in these quiet moments.

Normally, you’re both boisterous and loud. Making jokes and going on adventures. The last battle you went through had seriously drained your energy though. Luffy seems to realize that you need this downtime.

He slowly rubs circles into your arm with the washcloth, lazily washing you.

You let him, relaxing as he gentle cleanses you.

“Luffy, thank you.”

“What for?” He genuinely sounds confused. “I didn’t do anything?”

“Just, for being here and being you.”

“I’m always here for you, silly,” he pats your head.

“I know, I just want you to know I appreciate you.”

You take the cloth from his hand as you give him a small kiss.

“My turn,” you guide him in front of you, wanting to have a turn as the big spoon.

He obliged without question, resting his head on your bosom and gazing up into your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you kiss his forehead as you tenderly wash his chest.

Your hands cover each of his scars, replacing the traumatic memories of how he acquired them with your loving touch instead.

Water hot around you, you secure your arms around him, sighing contentedly into the crook of his neck.

He giggles and twists to kiss your lips again, “That tickles.”

“Whoops,” you chuckle back, chasing his lips when he moves away. “Get back here.”

He splashes you with water, effectively leaving you sputtering. You grin with fire in your eyes and return the onslaught of water tenfold.

The laughter must be extremely loud, cause a bang of the door interrupts your water fight.

“Don’t make a mess in there!”

You exchange a look with Luffy before guffawing loudly, “Too late, Nami!!”

She cusses you both out loudly as you laugh hysterically and continue your fight.

“We really should get out now though,” you say after it’s calmed down a bit.

He pouts and scrunches his face.

“Guess what?” You say as you start drawing the tub and grab a fluffy towel to dry off.

“What?”

You grin mischievously, “I made two cakes.”

His eyes light up brightly, “Really?!!”

By now, you’re already clothed and have your hand on the door handle.

“Yup, and it’s all mine!” You laugh as you race from the room, leaving Luffy behind as his legs get tangled in his shorts.

“Wait, Y/n-“ he yells after you.

Laughing, you race to the kitchen, Luffy close behind you.

[whorediaries-09]

this ain't for the valentines thing ur doing, but imagine all the marauders and marls, lily and dorcas going to a beach getaway and reader falling in love, fucking, and starting to date siri there? p.s this is just a thought, i'm not sure if u've seen the movie, but a plot bunny of tu jhoothi main makaar maybe??

i cannot watch a movie to save my fucking life 🙏🏽. i'm sorry if it's not what you wanted but i tried my best. (the only way i can apologize is by doing a desi reader.)

getaway car;

pairing- sirius black x desi!reader warning(s)- sexual tension, 18+ content, substances. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- finally wrote a desi reader.

the slut club

it was a perfect getaway. to escape your heavy work schedule, for a weekend vacation. the sound of the waves called you into a spectrum of pleasurable bliss. you could smell the salty scent of the waves as you neared the beach, your tires working on the gravel on the path. you envisioned peaceful scenarios, running by the beach, or soaking yourself into the calm trepidation of the waves, or licking away your favourite ice cream under the blazing rays of the sun.

moreover, you envisioned your best friend and her fiancé finally tying the knot, getting married. lily evans to lily potter, and james finally marrying his dream girl. it brought you an immense peace. the gps on your phone beeped, informing you you’d reached the hotel lily had booked for you. so, you pulled into the parking zone of the hotel.

you wanted nothing but to fall into the soft mattress of the hotel bed. it called your name, and after almost an 8-hour drive, you were certainly famished to say the least.

****

the hot water on your back had been a heavenly escape from the pain you’d been feeling. you smelled good, you felt good and fresh, and ready for bed. you were shuffling through your suitcase, trying to find your pyjamas before you heard a knock on the door. it wasn’t unexpected, but certainly a rather weird timing. you had ordered food before you had gone to soak yourself into the warmth of the bath.

you had wrapped yourself into a bathrobe before you’d gotten out, since the windows in your rooms were rather huge. and you absolutely did not have the energy to pull down the heavy curtains. you certainly didn’t want a sneak peek scenario with some creepy person, so you decided to cover yourself up with a bathrobe the hotel had provided.

tightening the rope around your waist, you opened the door. it wasn’t food service. instead, you were met by grey stormy eyes you’d been dreaming about in the bathroom. not in a very friendly way but he didn’t need to know that.

‘evans told me to check on you…you certainly look like you’ve made yourself comfortable,’ he smirked, his eyes gazing over your body. you knitted your eyebrows, cracking your knuckled behind your back.

‘don’t be an idiot. i drove for 8 hours straight up!’ you exclaimed. sirius grinned at you, and your heart panged in your chest. you wanted to wipe it off. by kissing or punching didn’t matter.

‘well you didn’t want to come with us,’

‘you know I had work.’ you dead panned.

‘pfft, doesn’t even matter,’ he walked into your room.

‘hey! privacy,’

‘i’m going to give you a massage. so you’ll put your clothes on…or not-‘

that earned him a fabric thrown at his face. unfortunately it was your underwear. you groaned as he picked it up, staring at the soft pink piece, with strawberries on it. he chuckled, seemingly amused.

‘are you going to wear that to the ceremony!’

‘sod off, doesn’t matter.’

‘it sure certainly does. eitherway you put on clothes and i give you a massage,’

you put your hands on your waist, trying to read through his act. he threw his hands in the air, silently claiming he was innocent. you were the guilty one you thought. you were the once accusing him of something. you were the one who had replayed your very dirty thoughts in the bathroom.

you still were unconvinced. it was a known fact that sirius black was a man who was walking sex. his charm and appeal could break through anything. but it didn’t mean anything. you weren’t his type, not likely. he liked fun-loving women and men, not a someone who didn’t have much of a life other than her computer and work. and he had his boundaries…he wouldn’t think of seducing you.

‘okay. i’ll put on my clothes. look away,’ you said, giving in.

‘killjoy,’ he mumbled, turning away his head.

*****

your back was splayed across the sheets of the bed. his hands roamed over your spine, putting pressure just on the right spots. it felt nice…but you certainly didn’t feel satiated. you shuffled minutely, trying to adjust yourself.

‘is something the matter?’ he asked, removing his hand from your back. you stared at him. you weren’t sure how to frame the answer without sounding like a creep, but you did it anyway.

‘i-um, will you put your hand through my clothes?’

sirius was quiet. awfully so. a subtle pink dusted his newly tanned skin, as he bit on his lip.

‘you sure?’

‘uh huh,’

he slid his hand through your t-shirt pressing on the massage points. the cold metal of his rings contrasted perfectly on your hot skin. his thumb jolted into a point on the nape of your neck. you bit your lip, breathing heavily as hotness simmered under your body. the goosebumps tickled your senses, letting out a soft moan at the relief you felt.

you were falling. falling into the natural tension aroused into the room. falling into the trap of your hormones. falling into the haze of lust and desire as he leaned closer, letting you a whiff of his cologne infused with the tobacco of his cigarettes.

his finger traced a throbbing nerve on your neck, as your mind hazed with his movement. he was so close to your face; you could see his pupils dilating every passing second. the lust of desire in his eyes grew every passing second, the grey clouds in his eyes fusing with the intense storm. you gulped as your shaky hands reached out to cradle his face, tracing his skin with your thumb. he leaned into your touch, falling closer to your face, his lips practically brushing with yours.

‘room service,’ the doorbell rang, startling the both of you. he slipped his hand out of your t-shirt, quickly leaning away from you. he jumped from the spot on your bed, putting on his shoes.

‘i- i should leave,’ he mumbled, opening the door and walking out, leaving your flustered and hot. you accepted the food, paying the man who’d broken the moment.

groaning, you pushed your face into the pillow.

****

it was a beautiful sight, the screaming oceans, the salty scent of waves. marlene and dorcas were sharing an ice cream, trying to be very calm about sharing saliva. dorcas had her book open, and marlene had her face covered with a ridiculous large hat. it was painful to see, and you wondered why they didn’t kiss already. it was peter, accompanied by remus, who voiced your thought aloud as he brought you an ice cream. you smiled,

‘thanks, pete, you’re a peach,’ the boy flushed exactly like the fruit.

‘and i’ve been wondering why they don’t kiss, already, too,’

‘i know! i looked into their horoscope, and it’s like, they’re a match made in heaven. it’s so painful to see, when they’re so obviously in love,’

‘they must be stupid or their skulls must be thick with the love they have for each other,’

‘you’re being mean,’ the tall lanky male interrupted. he was nibbling on a piece of toast smothered in jam.

‘it is what it is,’ you shrugged, peeling off the wrapper of the ice cream. you bit into it, and the flavour melted into your taste buds.

the sun shone down on the waves, burning up your skin. sirius thought you were ethereal. under the bask glow of the sun. your hair tousled with the playful wind. your skin was magnificent under the rays of the sun.

your tongue rolled on the dessert you held in your palm. he wondered how your tongue would feel upon his. the ice cream smeared upon your lips. he wanted to lick it off. it was a glowing, carnal desire which burned him from within. he wanted to succumb into the feel of your skin, the scent of your body wash, the sounds that left your pretty mouth.

so, he grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. he’d make you his, he decided. it was his mission now. the chase didn’t matter. his desire for you rooted deep within him. and he wanted you in every way possible. he craved for the feel of your skin again.

‘darlin’ you think you can put some sunscreen on me?’ he approached you. you looked at him through your sunglasses.

‘you owe me,’ he drawled. his mind wandered over to the ideas he had when he had you under him, breathing so heavy. how he wanted to rip off the t-shirt off you, stick his head between your thighs, and have you right then and there. how he wanted to taste you, consume you, make you his.

‘i do,’ you agreed. he smiled coyly, sitting on your deckchair. you sat behind him, splotching the cream on his back.

a charged silence settled between the both of you as neither of you spoke about the incident. you rubbed the cream on his back, letting yourself feel his skin underneath yours. you silently appreciated the tattoos inked on his skin. it made him appear more roguish, more charming than he already was.

you felt goosebumps on his skin as you moved to his chest, trailing down to his abs, and his happy trail. you felt his heartbeat pace as you rubbed on his pectorals. his breath heaved. he leaned back, unconsciously resting his head against your shoulder. the scent of the waves overwhelmed against the scent of his musk cologne.

he hid his face in the nape of your neck, holding your hand against his heart. his tongue prodded against your throbbing nerve. he moved his lips slowly against the skin, drawing out a hungry moan from you. you arched your hips slowly, as he slowly bit your skin.

‘you make such pretty sounds,’ he whispered. you nodded your head, slowly falling into a haze of lust again. heat pooled at your core and you bit your lip, as he slowly peppered kisses on your hot skin.

‘feel my heart? it’s all for you. all because of you,’ he says. he removed his face from your neck, nearing yours, his lips so close. the heat of the sun drawled on his tanned skin, and he smiled, almost capturing your lips with his.

he could’ve, if james didn’t throw a ball right at his chest.

‘i’m sorry pads!’ he screeched before he came running towards you and him. you scooted away from him, the instructions on the sunscreen bottle suddenly very interesting. james was oblivious to the situation.

‘kaisi ho? maza aa raha hain na yaha pe?’ he asked you. (how are you? you’re enjoying yourself here right?’)

‘shaadi tumhari ho rahi hain james, meri nahi. tum batao kaisa lag raha hain,’ (i’m not the one getting married, james. how are you feeling?’)

‘mujhe bohot… aise pyar vyar wali feeling aa rahi hain,’ he replied, throwing you a cheeky grin. (i’m feeling very lovey-dovey.)

you laughed. it wasn’t a real laugh, considering you were so close to kissing sirius. you groaned internally. the vacation didn’t even feel like a getaway to peace. it felt like a curse; now that you’d felt his lips on your skin. you didn’t think you’d be able to escape the curse.

*-

the scent of burning s’mores filled the air. it escaped into scent of champagne and the platters of food and chatter. alice was sitting on frank’s lap, enjoying glass after glass of champagne. frank let out puffs of smoke through his lips, watching alice with a hypnotized look in his eyes. he was smitten with her, and it was disgustingly sweet. it was the same with marlene and dorcas.

marlene had decided to escape the presence of dorcas, and was now sitting beside you, roasting s’mores.

‘ugh, she’s so fine, i wanna have her babies,’ she rambled, like the raging woman she was. you wanted to slap the both of them in an aggressive nonaggressive way to get their shit together.

‘bitch, you don’t want me to slap you,’ you threatened, biting into a s’more.

‘you’re not very scary with chocolate running down your fingers,’

‘i might change my mind and slap you, marls,’

‘ouhh kinky, i like it,’

‘say that to dorcas,’

‘nahh’ you stared at her. for someone who peaked in high-school, she was very daft when it came to her feelings.

‘i’m going,’ you gave up, trying to convince her.

‘ay, don’t be gussa with me!’ (don’t be angry with me)

‘where’d you learn that!’

‘james,’ you sighed. ‘now give me some advice,’

‘okay how about, you go and kiss dorcas on her lips,’

‘fine, you’re not willing to give me some advice,’

‘then go ask peter or something,’ marlene groaned.

truth be told, you were tired of telling the either to just confess. it was excruciating. you didn’t mind speaking a thousand times through their thick if it got your friends together, but you were still flustered from the morning’s events.

as the trip came towards the end, you realized it was for your own good. the seed of desire for sirius only grew within you, and you hated yourself for it. but it didn’t matter. as long as you were away from him, you’d be able to stay away from him. now you just had to tolerate sirius in a tuxedo, and flee. you were a grown woman, you could do it…

‘hey,’ your train of thought process was interrupted by the very man you’d been thinking about.

‘can i have one?’ he seemed unfazed, as if he hadn’t spoken dirty to you in a beach full of people, leaving you flustered. you hated it. it was as if he was playing with you, getting your hormones build up, for you to jump his bones at any given moment.

you handed him one anyway. you finally looked at him. it was painful, how the flames lighted up his high cheekbones, highlighting his best features. his face was framed by his raven locks. his lips looked so supple, so kissable. you hated how your heart panged against your ribcage. his hand cradled your face, as he wiped off chocolate off your lips.

you’d much rather he lick it off. you hated the control he held over you. you wanted to punch him for making you feel that way. it was pure agony when he played with you. how he let you have a taste of himself, but never let you close enough to consume him. you hated it.

it was wrecking you from inside. you hated how he made you feel so much, yet leave you flustered, never succumbing into your desires. you hated it so much. you wanted to punch yourself for it.

sirius licked off the chocolate off his fingers, flexing his long, slender digits. he watched your eyes wander on his lips, how your throat sucked in a breath at his action. he liked how flustered you became, for someone so headstrong. so, just to play with you, he leaned closer to your face.

‘i'll always finish what i start,’

the way he said it had you clenching your thighs together.

*****

the ceremony was a blast. marlene had finally kissed dorcas. lily and james had finally exchanged their vows. the air was blooming with love and alcohol. the fireworks were beautiful, so where the pictures. remus had even managed to get one were marlene finally kissed dorcas.

it was a pleasant evening, the cool breeze flowing through the air. the music ran through your veins, and so did shared cigarettes and alcohol. while you weren’t much of a drinker or a smoker, it felt good to let go for once.

it felt like a refreshment. but the back of your mind always reeled back to your thoughts. the thoughts that told you this would end soon. it was momentary bliss after all. a temporary getaway where everyone would relax and be free from the clutches of their respective everyday routine.

‘hi, darling, what ya thinking?’ his voice like velvet. smooth and raspy it fell on your eardrums, pulling you out of your reverie. to add on, you were drunk. and flustered by the very person who was speaking to you.

‘i’m thinking if i can sneak a cute guy for a dance,’ you replied, smoothly. your lips puffed out smoke on his face, and you felt him grab your hand through the smoke. you saw the coy lopsided smile on his face as he grabbed the thin roll of intoxication between his fingers. there was something divine, and dark in his eyes as he put it between his lips, taking in a deep puff of your cigarette.

you imagine the smoke rolling onto his tastebuds, seeping through them, intoxicating them. you imagine it poisoning his lungs. your heart palpitates, your head falls into a haze as he leans in closer to your face. you feel the smoke cloud your eyesight. it’s immensely harsh, and the time seems to stop. it’s like there’s no one in the world but the both of you. hotness creeps into every inch of your body. you’re drained by it, as you fall into a spiral of lust blooming inside of you.

so, when he finally touches your lips with his, and rolls his tongues with yours, his teeth clashing with yours, you lose yourself into a haze of ecstasy. he tastes you like poison. he consumes your soul till you’re left with a meticulous heartbeat against your ribcage.

you don’t realize when you’re against the door of his room, or how you get there. you remember ravaging his lips, his touch hot against your skin. you remember how he bites your lip, drawing out blood on your tongues. the metallic taste floats and seeps like an intoxication.

your hands wrap around his neck , bringing him closer, as he stumbles, opening the door of the room. the clothes feel like a barrier against the feeling of lust he gets you high on. they’re off before the either of you know it.

so, you’re pushing his back against the mattress, straddling his waist, letting him penetrate you. he fits into you deliciously, stretching out your pulsing walls with a hot stretch that leaves you aching for more. his tip touches your g-spot perfectly, and you leave a guttural moan from the depths of your throat, rolling your hips as he gasps. his hands bruise over your hips, and you capture them, holding them above his head, trailing your lips against his neck, rolling your hips against his.

‘not so soon, love you’ve teased me for so long…’

he groans under you, pushing himself deeper into you, arching his hips. you gasp, as the trimmed edges of his pubic hair tease your clit. you knew what he wanted. it was a dangerous game, because you wanted exactly the same.

‘aise tarapte hue kinte sundar lagte ho,’ you tease, even though you know he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. (you look so pretty begging like that.) he whimpers, and you give in to his desire and touch. it’s pure heaven when you rock your hips, letting go of his hands. he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, thrusting himself into you.

the sound of skin slapping paired with moans and gasps fills the room. you finally cave into your fantasy, letting him take control. he bruises his fingernails into your skin, and you dig your nails into his back with each thrust. it’s intoxicating; the feeling of pleasure that overwhelms you.

your souls speak, intertwine as you lose yourself into the euphoria that simmers under your delirious need. your walls flutter around him, the coil in your stomach tight. he grips his teeth into your neck; feeling your heartbeat through your artery. he consumes you completely into his touch, lets out a deranged spirit within you when your eyes roll backwards, your toes curl and your thighs shake.

you’re wordless, breathless when you finally release, chanting his name stringed with profanities, his cock still in you, as he chases his own release. he presses a hot kiss on your forehead when you clench your walls, and whisper,

‘cum for me, sirius,’

a symphony of your name and moans fall into your ears like a cacaphony before he lets go into you. his hot seed spills into you, filling you up. he’s breathless, painting you with his kisses, marking spots on your neck.

‘i told you, i always finish what i start.’

[onlyangelicc]

drive me crazy ~ Miguel Ohara

{ warnings ; oral f receiving , praise , pain , choking , scent , orgasm denial }

“You almost ready?” I say walking into the bathroom, seeing Miquel just tightening his tie. He glances over at me, “you look so beautiful cariño” he says leaning down to hug me.

“Thank you my love” I say hugging him back, kissing his cheek softly. “God you smell heavenly..” he says with a soft groan. “Thank you again..” I smile softly, “okk it’s time to go!” I say grabbing his hand walking toward the bedroom door.

“Waittt, don’t we have a little bit longer?” He says pinning me softly against the door. “Mhmm..” I think as he kisses and sniffs my neck, “we have like 5minutes.” I say to him. “Alright.” He says kissing me deeply, and messily, as if we hadn’t seen or touched each other in months.

Who knows how many minutes had passed, I suddenly snapped out of this state I was in. Completely trapped by his touch, WE HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE.

Miguel catches a quick glance at his watch, “it’s time to go.” He says. We both rush out the door, me giggling the whole way. We finally get to the restaurant and I fix my lipstick and we go in and eat with our co workers.

- - - - - • t i m e s k i p • - - - - -

“God you drive me crazy..” he groans as he lays down on top of me on our bed. He takes off my dress and leaves me in nothing but my panties.

He kisses down my chest, paying attention to my left nipple, licking it am then sucking it softly before letting it pop out. Doing the same with the right. He licks down my stomach before he gets to my inner thighs.

He kisses and licks, my pussy lips then running his hot, wet tongue through my folds, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moan, and grip into his brown locks as he tongue-fucks me. My juices spread all over his lower face already.

“Does that feel good?” He says, going to my clit to kitty lick it and suck it softly. I moan and nod my head in response, “what was that angel?” He teases, “shitt- yes Miquel. Please don’t stop.”

He laughs, he sucks on my clit and i feel my orgasm coming quicker than ever. “Cum- ughhhmmm.” Is all i can muster through my moans, he fucking laughs and pulls away from my pussy.

“Look how hard you have me, baby.” He traces his hand over the outline of his cock. I give him the death stare, i was so close. “Someone’s mad..” he says, he takes off his pants and my mouth waters as i watch as his thick, veiny cock springs out.

“Don’t worry cariño, this pretty girl will be able to cum in a minute.” He says as his cock slips into me. I gasp, i will never get used to his size. But still, he doesn’t waste time, he starts pumping his cock into me.

All i can do is take it, I can’t think, or do anything else. “Shit.” I say, my nails dig into his back, he moans in pain. “So greedy, sucking me in so well.” He says rubbing my clit.

“Shit this pussy is gonna make me cum..” he moans, grabbing my neck. He speeds up, practically fucking me into the mattress. “Cum please, I want it so bad.” I beg. “I’m gonna fucking cum babyy..” he moans, going deeper hitting my g-spot.

“That’s it.. cum with me baby. 1… 2… 3….” My eyes roll back into my skull as he rubs my clit and fucking me so good at the same time. I cum, letting go all the tension in my body, him doing the same soon after.

“You’re so pretty when you cum baby..” he giggles, wiping my forehead off, “shut up I bet it’s so ugly..” I say disagreeing. “It’s so hot trust me.” , I just roll my eyes, “whatever.” I say draping my arms over his neck, as we catch our breath together.

“I love you cariño.” He says planting a few kisses on my neck. “I love you too baby.”

[lonelychicago]

Trick or Treat 👻 👉👈

One night, Eddie wakes up and Buck isn't in bed. It's weird— he usually half wakes up in the middle of the night and Buck is always there, cuddled around Eddie like a fucking octopus.

It's something he's gotten used to pretty quickly. So when he wakes up, and Buck isn't there, Eddie feels cold.

He sits up in bed, yawning and running his fingers through his hair as he blinks slowly to fully wake up. "Buck?" He rasps out, voice low and gravelly. "Babe?"

There's no answer and the light of the bathroom is off.

Eddie frowns as he gets up, walking put of the bedroom— The floor is cold against his barefeet and he hisses slightly but after a few seconds he gets used to it.

Halfway down the hallway, he starts smelling this heavenly chocolatey aroma floating in the air and—

Eddie finds Buck in the kitchen. Baking.

At like, 2:00 AM.

“Couldn’t sleep and was craving brownies,” Buck says quietly as he cuts a slice and hands it to Eddie across the table when he sees him approach. His cheeks are pink and his hair is all messy and soft looking— His eyes, though, are tored and red rimmed.

Eddie looks down at the brownie before looking back at Buck with a confused and concerned look. "What's going on? Talk to me, babe."

"It's just— Ugh." Buck rubs his hands on his face and shakes his head. Eddie waits him out, giving him space and time but refusing to leave him alone. "I don't know. The call today, it hit me hard."

Eddie doesn't have to ask which one. They had a call today with a kid— he was fine in the end but the parents were clearly negligent and couldn't care less.

Buck has been fuming, red in the face and with such an intense stare that Eddie almost believed he could pulverize those people on the spot out of sheer will.

"I know." He sighs.

"Maddie, she, uh—" Buck gives a small and fragile smile. "When my parents were out of town or out at parties and I couldn't sleep... she would take my hand and guide me to the kitchen. We would prepare brownies dough and eat all of it— We would get sick for days after that," Buck chuckles weakly. "So yeah, probably not the best. I figured making the brownies would make me feel better and instead of eating the dough—"

"You'd be normal and actually bake them."

"Yeah." Buck snorts and shrugs. "Sorry I woke you up, though."

"Don't apologize." Eddie shakes his head, getting up from when he had sit down and walking around the counter, embracing Buck in his arms. "I love you."

Buck hunches slightly and hides his face on Eddie's neck. "Love you too."

[r0mantic-f00l]

hi, i was wondering if we could get a part 2 to your paradise fic where Sirius and Reader complete all the things on their agenda for the day😭 I love sappy Sirius🙏 Sorry if this wasnt clear btw and paradise was amazingggggg

thank you for this request! I love sappy sirius too, he has my entire heart 🥺 i think I might write muggle!sirius and reader more, what do u guys think?

anyway, here's a continuation of Paradise (you don't have to read the first one to understand this)

Heaven

The room has turned slightly less golden now, morphing into a blue that mimicks the colour of lakes that adjusts to the change in the sky, no longer a heavenly white and gold, but rather a prussian blue, a shade that signalled it was Spring.

Birds has silenced their chirping, choosing to rest on rooftops and wires with friends as they watched people walk the streets, some silent, some laughing boisterously with others.

You are watching a film, something that you don't know the name of, nor have you ever seen it before, but Sirius left the bedroom to go take the takeaway order from the delivery guy, and he instructed you to pick a film. You picked the first film you saw on Netflix without even looking at it, and pressed play, just wanting the silence to be filled whilst waiting for your boyfriend.

The day had started with him making you breakfast, pancakes with syrup and blueberries just how you like it, and he watched with a bright smile as you ate his food, elated that you enjoy his cooking. Then just after you finished the last bite, he began kissing your neck, biting and sucking the flesh with a grin as you breathlessly giggled, finding humour in your boyfriend's enthusiasm as he couldn't wait to finish the second part of his "agenda".

After you had both finished, you dragged Sirius in with you to the bathroom to take a shower (not without some inappropriate jokes, of course). Despite his teasing, you both showered peacefully, Sirius washing your hair and scrubbing your body whilst you did the same to him, both of you having lovesick smiles plastered on your faces.

After the shower, you both threw on your pyjamas once again and laid on the bed, Sirius turning the television on to watch the news, but with a short attention span, he quickly became bored and stuck his head underneath your pyjama shirt, stretching the fabric as he kissed your breasts lovingly, delighted in your decision to not wear a bra today. Of course, you laughed once more, but basked in his affection, popping open your shirt so you could run your fingers through his hair, resulting in a quick change to the fourth part of the agenda.

You both took a long nap afterwards, Sirius falling asleep with his head in the crook of your neck as your fingers continued to brush through his hair delicately. You snickered when Sirius began snoring softly, but eventually you fell asleep too, resting your head on top of his as his arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as if you would go.

The clock soon turned 5pm, and you woke up to Sirius ordering pizza, one for you and one for him.

Now, you lie in bed, watching as the guy on the screen is staring at the girl walking past him, a cheesy love song playing as the girl strolled in slow-motion.

"Jesus, that guy would not shut up." Sirius grumbles, walking into the room with two pizza boxes, your mouth salivating as the smell wafted into your nose.

"I just kept on nodding as he talked about the traffic and football or whatever." He gives you your pizza before placing his on the bedside table and throwing himself onto the bed, resulting in you sending him an annoyed glare as you open the box and take a bite out of a pizza slice.

He grins, finding your fake annoyance adorable.

"Thanks, babe." You murmur, your mouth full of pizza, but Sirius hears anyway and nods in acknowledgement.

He opens his pizza box, and takes a bite out of his pepperoni pizza.

"Damn, this is good." He drags out the last word, moaning as he takes another bite out of the pizza.

You laugh. "You sound like you're fucking it."

Sirius smirks. "What, do my sounds turn you on?"

You turn to him to see his grease-covered mouth and chin, snickering as he stupidly smiles at you.

"Yeah, I want you so bad right now."

"Yeah?" He has a hopeful glimmer in his eyes, placing his pizza slice down in the box as he advances towards you. But you laugh, placing a hand on his chest.

"Stop, I wanna eat my pizza!"

He rolls his eyes but still smiles, lifting his pizza slice and takes a bite once again, turning to watch the film.

It's silent for a moment, until Sirius speaks once again.

"What the fuck is this shit?" His eyebrows are furrowed as he watches the guy on the screen follow after the girl.

You shrug. "I dunno, I just put on the first movie I could find."

The boy scoffs, and takes the remote from your side of the bed.

"I said put on a film, not put on a shit film that couldn't have possibly made more than £100,000." He pauses the film and goes back onto the Netflix homepage, scouring through the numerous movies.

You laugh and pick your phone. "Hold on, lemme see how much it actually made."

You go onto Google and type in the movie's name, with the question 'how much did this film make?'

Sirius puts on Spinal Tap, smiling as the film begins to play.

"It made $1,082,145."

"What did?"

"The movie, from before?"

Sirius drops his pizza slice in shock.

"What?!"

You nod, agreeing with his confusion.

"What?! How did it make over an million?!"

You shrug, putting your phone back down and picking up a pizza slice.

"I dunno, I guess people like how shit it is."

You look up at the screen and groan.

"No, not this again."

Sirius scoffs, shaking his head as he eats.

"I don't get why you don't like this movie."

"Well, I don't get it!"

"How do you not get it?!"

"It's all guitar jokes, I don't play guitar like you do!"

"There's like one guitar joke in it!"

"Yeah, well, it's just not funny."

The boy rolls his eyes, sinking further into his pillow.

"You're not funny." He mutters under his breath, grinning when you turn towards him with fake offence.

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't say anything." He shrugs, acting innocent as he continues to watch the film.

A pillow hits his head, making him drop his pizza on the wooden floor beside the bed.

He turns to you with his mouth agape, a proud smirk on your face as he stutters over his words, exasperated with your actions.

"You made me drop my pizza!"

"You said I'm not funny!"

"As a joke, babe!"

You shrug. "Joke or not, you should never say I'm not funny. I'm the funniest person in this room."

You turn back to eating your pizza, unaware of Sirius lifting up his pillow and hitting you on the head too.

Gasping, you drop your pizza and place your box to your bedside table.

"You twat!"

Sirius laughs, hunching over as his eyes turn glassy, the image of your frown and the sound of your curse making him shake as he laughs louder.

You hit him again with your pillow, this time repeatedly on his back as he keeps laughing, trying to move away from your pillow.

"Okay, okay, stop!" He manages to speak despite his laughing fit, and turns to hold his hands up in defeat.

"I'm sorry." He says with a smile, and you're inclined to forgive him, though you don't say that you do, rather you sit back and begin eating your pizza once again, watching the movie whilst ignoring the gaze of your boyfriend beside you.

His stare is soft, his smile lingers, but it's no longer one of humour, but rather of love, of adoration, a smile that shows he has found his heaven.

"I'm gonna marry you."

Your heart skips a beat.

You turn to him, tomato sauce on the corners of your mouth, grease covering your lips and chin as you hold a pizza slice in your hand, a gentle yet shocked look in your eyes; you clearly weren't expecting the conversation to shift to that.

"What?"

"I'm gonna marry you." Sirius repeats again, smiling wider as he does so.

You repricate his smile.

"I'll hold you to that, buddy boy."

He chuckles.

"Don't worry, I'd rather die than let go of you."

Sirius grins, and the heavens closes itself up; how could it be the most beautiful thing in the universe when Sirius Black exists?

"I'm not letting you go, even when you get sick of me. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid."

You nod. "Good. 'Cause you're stuck with me."

You both smile at each other, lips covered in sauce and grease, but Sirius still believes you must be the most stunning creation God has ever made. He wonders, if there is a God up there, if he is proud of his most glorious creation just like how Sirius is of you.

"..Do you wanna move on to the final part of the agenda?" You ask with a grin on your face.

Sirius in that moment believes that there must be a God, as there's no chance that someone as perfect as you could exist without the power of a divine being. He quickly thanks whatever omnipotent being is out there and dives onto you, taking off your shirt then his as you laugh.

[cowgurrrl]

Hey sweet girl!! I hope you’re having a good day/night!! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do something with preoutbreak!joel and sick reader? Like a cold/allergies and it comes and goes 😭 allergy season is kicking my butt so badly and I need some Joel comfort. Thank you my love!! 💕✨💐💗

Hi nonnie!! I hope you’re feeling better and I’m so sorry for sitting on this for so long! Please enjoy <3 (gif by @azertyrobaz)

“Joel, it’s just a cold,” you say, practically wrestling to grab your jacket from him. He moves it out of your grasp, and you roll your eyes. “‘M fine. Really.”

You’d been battling a cold for the past few days. Nothing major— just some sniffles and headaches, but it was still enough to set Joel on edge. He’d spent almost every waking moment tending to your every need, even though you could take care of yourself. You knew it was his anxiety. You knew it was his way of showing love. You knew all these things and assured him you were fine, but when he refuses to let you go on patrol with him, you’re about ready to lock him in the house.

“You know you’re just about the most stubborn man I’ve ever met?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he hums as he hangs your jacket back on the hook and looks at you. You cross your arms over your chest and give him an annoyed look. He sighs and puts his hands on your biceps, pulling you out of your defensive stance. “Humor me, please? Just take an extra night to rest, and then I’ll feel better,” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’ll run you a nice bath and everythin’. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Fine,” you give in. He smiles and holds to your hand when he walks upstairs to the bathroom. “But I’m not sitting out another shift.” You add as you lean against the sink and watch him turn on the bath water. He turns to look at you and smirks.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He says. You watch Joel add the perfect amount of soap and eucalyptus oil to clear your sinuses into the bath water. He’s meticulous, and it’s almost comical to watch such a broody man take so much care for something so small. Once the tub is full and the bathroom smells heavenly, he stands in front of you and tugs at the hem of your shirt.

“Maria’s gonna kill you if you’re late for patrol.”

“Let her wait. My girl is sick,” he says, and you smile at him as you shake your head. Carefully, like you’re made of porcelain, he undresses you and kisses your skin in quiet reverence. His beard is a little too wild and scratches at you, but you don’t care enough to make him stop. Once all your clothes are piled on the floor, he takes your hands and helps you step into the welcoming, warm water. You sigh as your muscles relax and the sweet-smelling bubbles surround you. “Better?” He asks from his spot on the closed toilet lid, and you nod. He smiles and leans down to kiss you, but you put a hand between you.

“If I’m too sick to go on patrol, I’m probably too sick to kiss you,” you say. “Wouldn’t want to give you whatever I have.”

“Oh, now that’s a concern after I’ve been taking care of you all week?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You tease. He kisses your palm and grabs your wrist to hold your hand again. He gets overly affectionate when you’re sick or hurt. Not that you’re complaining. Joel Miller is a creature of habit, and you’ve had more than enough time to understand those habits. He gently kisses your lips, tracing patterns on the back of your hand as he does. He pulls away sooner than you would’ve liked him to, but he takes the time to kiss your nose, your forehead, both your cheeks, and your hand before leaning back to look at you like you hung the moon.

“I’ll be home soon.” He says, almost reading your mind, and you nod.

“I know,” you say. A ball of anxiety creeps up your spine, and you squeeze his hand. “You come back to me in one piece, d’you hear me?”

“I hear ya.”

“Good,” you squeeze him again, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “I love you.”

“Even though I’m the most stubborn man you’ve ever met?” He teases, and you shove at his chest, making him laugh. “I love you, too.”

“You better go before Maria comes in here and kicks your ass to next week for being late.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[vampireimiko]

A Romantic Evening

���𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, ooc bruce but idfc !! other than that, none really ^_^

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, love me some bruce wayne 🫶🏾

Valentines Day, a day where family, friends, and lovers got together and expressed their love for one another. Whether it be through acts of kindness or gifts. Bruce had never felt the need to celebrate Valentine's Day after what happened to his parents.

Who would he celebrate it with after all? Since he was The Batman, he'd just seen it as another day of fighting crime and stopping another villain from pulling off an elaborate scheme. Sure, Alfred would give him presents and chocolates through the years, until Bruce wanted him to stop.

He just didn't understand the whole Valentine's Day thing. That was until he met you. The day Bruce met you, he swears up and down you changed his life. He'd told you he'd never felt the urge to just get to know someone so bad.

You stuck through everything with Bruce. Through the late nights he'd come home battered and bruised, or the nights where he'd have nightmares. You'd make sure he took care of himself. You were there to patch him up or hold him whenever he needed it. You made him feel whole.

That's why tonight he decided to do something special for you tonight. He asked Alfred to make your favorite dish followed by your favorite dessert. All the while he started planning your surprise at your apartment. Bruce Wayne, planning a surprise? He'd laugh in your face if you told him he'd be doing this a few years back.

"Baby, do you wanna tell me why I have a blindfold on right now? And what smells so good in here?" You questioned as Bruce led you through your apartment to what you think was your dining area. You only got a 'tch' in response followed by a

"You talk too much." He said with a small smile on his face. You'd roll your eyes at him right now if you could.

Before you could respond to him, your blindfold was taken off and welcomed by a table full of your favorite dishes. You looked at the food and back to Bruce.

"Bruce.. did you do this for me?" You asked in a softer tone.

"Of course I did, darling. I want to let you know how much I care for you and absolutely adore you. This is one of the many things I have planned for you tonight." He responded, while rubbing his thumb over your cheek and looking deeply into your brown eyes.

God this man knew exactly how to make you melt.

"Thank you baby. Truly. Now let's sit down and eat I'm hungry as hell!" You giggled as you walked over to your chair and sat down as Bruce did the same. All the food tasted as amazing as it looked. Everything was cook and seasoned to your definition of perfection. You'd have to tell Alfred thank you for that.

During the dinner you and Bruce discussed various topics such as the time you two first met and how shy he seemed in front of you, or the time he first asked you out. After dinner, Bruce told you to go to your bedroom and you found a massage bed (idfk what they're called😭).

"Undress for me and I'll give you the best massage you've ever had." He said rolling up his shirt sleeves as you checked him out.

"Oh? Anything for you while your standing here looking like this." You said grabbing the robe he gave you and running towards the bathroom to undress and put it on. Fast forward to you massage, it felt absolutely heavenly.

"Oh god.. Bruce right there. Agh! Yes, thats the spot. How did you get so good at this?" You asked while in pure bliss. He laughed in response and told you to not worry about it and just focus on how it felt. You had no complaints about that.

After that godsent massage, Bruce ran you a bath. A nice bubble bath with rose petals floating around inside. Accompanied by a very nice glass of wine.

"You really mean business today, no? If I knew you were doing all this I would've gotten you something my love." You spoke looking at him while he sat at your side on the outside of the bath.

"You don't have to get me anything I promise. Just knowing your here with me and have been with me all these years is enough. At this point I'm not even sure I could live without you. You put up with all my antics and have stuck beside me despite everything I've been through. I truly do love you." Bruce said looking you dead in the eyes.

Leaning over, you placed a tender but sweet kiss on his lips, then you started to deepen it. After a few seconds you both pulled away for a breath of air.

"I love you so much Bruce. Never forget that."

After your bath, Bruce had prepared some cute lingerie pajamas for you to put on. He'd bought you outfits, shoes, jewelry, and perfume. He would surely buy you more if you wanted that. All you had to do was ask.

"These are the sexiest and cutest pajamas I have ever seen." You said while checking yourself out in the full body mirror you had in your room. The lingerie hugged all your curves in the right places. It was your favorite color, and most importantly comfortable. In the background you could see Bruce re-entering the room holding a tray.

"Oh my goodness, you didn't." You said in a excited tone while jumping up and down.

"Oh but I did."

On the tray was your favorite dessert followed by a few chocolate covered strawberries. He really wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to spoil you.

Bruce had really managed to make you feel special tonight. Not like you didn't feel special already, Bruce just rarely expressed his feelings and when he did, you felt elated.

"Baby, I know I've said it so much tonight, but thank you. You've made this the best valentine's day ever. I truly do adore you." You said stroking his cheek while taking the tray away from him.

"Now, lets get this show on the road!" You added on while climbing into bed with Bruce following close behind you.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; AYEEE THIS WAS KINDA LONGGG.. i hate it ^_^ UHM HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BABES 🤎 i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs are appreciated and you can find more of my works on my pinned <33

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧