#sorry my thumbs gross I just got out of the shower :(

[ohposhers]

Drink this to die immediately

[freeabortionslol]

sick day (luke hughes x gf!reader) ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

summary: fluff! reader takes care of luke when he's sick warnings: none! a/n: short lil blurb while I'm writing a longer story. this is straight up just pure fluff. love u all! happy reading! wc: 1.3k

You were standing in the kitchen scrolling through tik tok after a long everything shower, chugging every last sip of water from your stanley cup. Your boyfriend, Luke, was lying on the couch of your shared apartment doing the same thing. You glanced over as his back rested against the arm of the couch. He was wearing a cream colored hoodie, with the hood over his brown coils. You smiled as he sniffled his nose and decided to walk over. You made your way onto the couch where Luke lifted his legs so he could place them on your lap.

“Everything okay, baby?” You asked, your voice gentle as you rubbed your thumb against his knee. 

Luke sniffled, placing his phone down on his lap. “I don’t feel good.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, sending him a half smile. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, rubbing his hands against his face before speaking. “My ears hurt, my throat hurts, and I'm all stuffy.” He sniffled his nose to demonstrate. You moved in closer, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

“You do feel a bit warm. I’m gonna go get the thermometer.” Luke nodded, his face softening at your concern. He leaned back against the couch cushions as you got up to grab the thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. When you returned, he had cocooned himself in the throw blanket, just his messy curls and tired eyes peeking out. You kneeled beside him and pressed the thermometer under his tongue, brushing a stray curl from his forehead as he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes. Once it beeped, you pulled it out and frowned at the number. 

“101.5” you murmured. “Poor baby, no wonder you feel lousy.”

Luke groaned, sinking deeper into the blanket. “I hate being sick.”

“I know, Lu,” you said softly, kissing the top of his head. “But you have me, and I’m the best nurse ever. You want ramen?” He managed a weak smile as he nodded his head. “Okay, go get in bed. I’ll start boiling the water.” Luke slowly stood from the couch, his posture slumping as he made his way to the bedroom. You walked to the kitchen and pulled out a pot to fill with water. When you turned on the stove, you decided to go to the bedroom to stay with your sick boyfriend while the water boiled. You pushed the door open and caught sight of Luke slouching against the headboard with the tv remote in his hand. He looked up as you entered, his tired eyes lighting up just a bit at the sight of you. His hoodie was still pulled over his head, but the blanket was draped messily over his lap.

“What are we watching?” He croaked out.

You sent him a soft smile, moving closer to your side of the bed. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“New Girl.” He mumbled, pressing play as he already had it pulled up. Luke set the remote down and shifted over slightly, patting the space next to him. You climbed into bed, settling beside him and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. He leaned his head against your shoulder with a small sigh, and you wrapped an arm around him, rubbing soft circles on his back. “Sorry I’m gross right now,”

“You’re not gross,” you said firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re my favorite, even when you’re a sniffling mess.” 

That earned you a quiet laugh, his breath warm against your shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Lukey.” You said gently as you leaned your head on top of his.

Luke nuzzled his head further into your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your neck. “You smell nice.” He murmured against your skin.

You giggled slightly, scratching his back softly with your freshly manicured nails. “It’s that new vanilla body wash.” 

Luke hummed contentedly, his lips brushing against your neck again as he mumbled, “Smells so good. I wanna steal it.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head to look down at him. “You already use half my stuff anyway. Might as well make it official.”

He chuckled, his voice still raspy but laced with affection. “What can I say? Your stuff is better than mine.”

“You just like smelling like me,” you teased, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.

“Guilty,” he murmured, his hand finding yours under the blanket and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the best.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m making you ramen,” you joked, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Maybe,” he replied with a lopsided grin. “But I’d mean it even if you weren’t.” Your heart melted a little at his words, and you smiled, leaning into him. The sound of New Girl filled the room, but neither of you were really paying attention. The comfort of being close to each other was all that mattered. 

After a few minutes, the faint sound of the pot boiling over caught your attention. “Oops, ramen time,” you said, starting to get up.

Luke whined in protest, reaching out to tug you back toward him. “Stay.”

“I’ll be quick, promise,” you said with a laugh, kissing his forehead before slipping out of bed. “You’ll have your ramen before you know it.” You walked to the kitchen, pouring the boiled water into the bowl with the noodles. You grabbed a gatorade from the fridge for Luke before walking back to the bedroom with his meal. Luke had shifted to sit up more, tiredness evident in his eyes as he crossed his arms. 

“Thank you angel.” He let out, his voice still raspy as you walked closer. You pouted at him slightly, handing him the bowl before climbing into bed next to him. 

“You’re welcome, baby.” you said softly, watching as Luke took the bowl carefully, the steam rising up to his face. He let out a small sigh of contentment, the warmth already making him feel a little better. 

“You even brought me a Gatorade?” he asked, his lips curving into the faintest smile as he glanced at the bottle in your hand.

“Of course,” you replied, twisting off the cap and handing it to him. “Gotta keep you hydrated.” Luke took a sip of the drink before setting it on the nightstand, then carefully scooped up a bite of the noodles. He winced slightly as they were still a bit too hot, blowing on them before trying again. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, his face lighting up as he swallowed. “Perfect, as always.” 

You chuckled, leaning against the headboard beside him. “It’s just ramen, Lu.”

“Yeah, but it’s your ramen,” he said, looking at you with those soft, tired eyes. “Makes it taste better.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your cheeks flushed. “You’re such a suck-up.” 

“Only for you,” he teased, taking another bite. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, Luke occasionally offering you a bite of the noodles, which you accepted with a smile. When he finally finished, he set the empty bowl on the nightstand and shifted to snuggle into your side again. 

“Feel a little better now?” you asked, running your fingers through his curls.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice softer now. “I’ve got my girl, my ramen, and New Girl. What more could I need?” 

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Glad I could help.”

Luke tightened his arm around your waist, letting out a content sigh as his eyelids grew heavier. “Love you,” he murmured sleepily.

“Love you too, Lukey,” you whispered, holding him close as his breathing slowed, and the sound of the tv played quietly in the background. You didn’t care if Luke got you sick, you just wanted to make him comfortable.

[laiiaaa]

thinking abt what Carmen would do if his gf’s feeling insecure…i’m so sappy rn this was rly self-indulgent :(

You walk into the bathroom while Carmen’s brushing his teeth, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and triceps flexing as he leans into the counter. You take gentle hold of his arm and press a kiss to his shoulder.

With the toothbrush still in his mouth, he mumbles, “Hey, baby,” before leaning over and spitting into the sink. He turns on the faucet, bends over to rinse his mouth, and relishes in the feeling of your hand rubbing up his back. “You want anything special for dinner tonight?” He makes eye contact with you through the reflection in the mirror. “I’m stoppin’ by for groceries later, I’ll pick up the ingredients for whatever ya want.”

You hum. “No, it’s okay…”

“O-Okay.” His brows furrow for a moment but he moves on, splashing his face and going about his routine.

“Do you know how much longer you’ll be?”

“Uhhhm…” He laughs into his hands and dries his face before turning to look at you face to face. “Like, five minutes? Why?”

“It’s nothing, I just wanna take a shower, ‘s all.” You’re still holding onto him, but your eyes dart away when you speak to him.

“Oh.” He pauses. “Am I in your way?”

You shake your head and smile. “No, why?”

“It’s just—you can get in the shower now, if you want. If you’re in a rush.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why d’you want me outta here?”

“Carm,” you start, a hushed voice, “I have to take my clothes off…”

He pauses again, looks you in the eye with a confused expression, stopping what he’s doing to face you with his whole body, his hands resting on the backs of your arms. “Is somethin’ wrong? Did I do somethin’?”

“No.” Your tone is light enough to keep him confused.

“You jus’ want me to head out for a few?”

You nod slowly. “I just…want some privacy.”

“Oh.” He pouts. “Okay.” His thumbs brush tenderly along your skin, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “You feelin’ okay, baby?” He’s using that tone—the one that’s sickly sweet and doting, the one that has your knees weak and brain turning to mush. “You don’t want me t’see you?”

“Not right now, ‘m sorry—”

“Hey, it’s—it’s okay.” Another gentle kiss against your forehead. “Do you—is there…” He struggles for the right question. “Could you tell me why, at least?”

You try to push away from his hold. “It’s embarrassing, Carm—”

“Uh-uh—” He shakes his head and pulls your right back. “No it’s not, baby, you can tell me.”

“Just forget about it, it’s stupid—”

He brings a hand to your jaw and holds it firm so you can’t turn away. “Hey.” 

Tears start pooling in your eyes, and you keep your gaze away from his as your lip quivers. 

“C’mon, talk to me, baby.” His free hand smooths over your hair, brushing it away from your forehead. “What’s got you all worked up, hm?”

“I just…” Your throat becomes sore, and a few stray tears spill from the corners of your eyes, quickly brushed away by Carmen’s callused fingertips. “I just don’t look good right now…”

“What’s that? You don’t look good?” His eyes dart from your bleary eyes to your streams of tears to your shaky lips, and his heart shatters. “Baby—”

“I told you it was stupid—” Your voice cracks when you say it.

“Oh, c’mere…” Carmen pulls you into his chest, offering a lighthearted scoff as he takes in your words. His arms wrap snug around you, one hand smoothing up and down your back while the other stays at the back of your neck, the fingers scratching your scalp gently as he holds you close. “You’re so beautiful, baby, don’t say stuff like that…”

“I just feel gross, Carmen, ‘m sorry…”

He squeezes you a little tighter, takes a deep breath to keep himself from shedding any tears of his own. “Shhh, don’t apologize, you’re okay…you’re okay…” Pressing kisses into the crook of your neck, he repeats those words as his mantra: You’re so beautiful, you’re okay, you’re so perfect, baby, it’s okay…

In his arms like this, it doesn’t take long to calm down again; his hands and arms soothe you, and what’s more is the fact that Carmen of all people—as stubborn as he is about verbalizing everything—keeps his voice a soft coo as he pulls you back out of your worries. When he feels your breathing slow and your chest have a steady rise and fall, he loosens his grip to see your face.

You pout up at him still.

“Baby…” He kisses you anyway. “You’re so beautiful, c’mon.” His hands come to hold your face tenderly, thumbs brushing along your cheekbones to rid them of those damned tears. 

“You’re just saying that because you have to.”

He laughs at that, a smile blossoms on his face to show dimples as his head reads back. “ ‘Cause I have to? You’re goin’ crazy, y’know that, right?”

“Stop it.” You try to pout, and your mind still aches with insecurity, but your cheeks still begin to flex with a bit of a sappy grin.

“Uh-uh, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” He peppers kisses all over your face, gentle and slow and delicate the way he always takes care of you. “ ‘N you’re all mine…so, so pretty, I’m so lucky to be with you…”

“Stop it, Carmy,” you whine, giggling against his lips all the same when he takes yours in a kiss. “Okay, I get it, I get it.”

One more kiss for the hell of it, one that has you pulling him a little closer as your knees turn wobbly, one that has him smiling into your mouth and wondering how he ended up with you, ending with his forehead resting against yours. 

“I love you, okay?” he whispers, and even though it’s not typical of him to say it first, in his chest he knows he should.

You nod, and all his praise makes your head swim. “I know. I love you.”

“And, uh, I can—” he clears his throat— “I can still get outta here if you want me to—? Make you breakfast while you shower, yeah?" A hand runs down to your waist. "I want you to be comfortable.”

“Actually—” you loop your arms around his neck— “I was thinking…you could keep me company?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so wide, jaw slack and brows raised. “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm…it’ll make me comfortable…” 

And he does exactly that: keeps you comfortable and in the moment, undresses you slowly, worships every part of you with kisses and with high praise. He handles you gently and with so much adoration running through his veins that by the time he’s done with you, dressing you and serving you your breakfast with a peck to your cheek, you don’t have to think twice about how much he loves you.

[sinsandsuccubus]

Batter Up - Urban Wyatt

Context: There’s something about Urban in short shorts that does something to you….

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.3k+

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x GF!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+! Sexual activity.

a/n: yall…. YALL. I just got in from a party as I’m writing this and I go on insta to find Urban playing kickball? In short shorts? Almost getting a grand slam? Now I need to take another shower. And so will you.

Also, sorry for any typos. I did read this over, but ya know, I'm kind of hornknee from Urban

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Masterlist ☽☾

It was the annual Homies Kickball Tournament, which was not only a way of gathering those local in Louisville, but to raise charity. When Urban asked you to participate, you were hesitant, wondering what people would think about Urban’s girl on the team. Yet, none of your friends were worried about it, and honestly, you were past giving a fuck about other people’s opinions on your relationship with Urban. The trick that tipped it over though, was Urban’s uniform.

The shorts he wore?

You wanted to pull his pants down right there and-

Yeah.

You were currently out on the field, getting yourself ready for the round, as you were up next to kick after Urban. Jack had gone, the bases becoming loaded, as it was now Urban’s turn, you giving Urban a firm pat on the ass. He yelped and jumped in response, rubbing his ass from the slap.

“You got this babe!” You cheered on, smiling at your boyfriend.

You watched as the ball rolled towards him, and Urban took careful steps, punting the ball far across the field.

Well fuck. That was hot.

You stood in shock as the players ran across the base, Jack being the last to hit the home plate. That left Urban out on the field, particularly on second base. You looked at him in the distance, hand over your eyes to shield yourself from the sun.

“You got this! Bring me home!” You heard him shout, seeing the thumbs up you gave him.

Oh, you were about to bring him home alright.

As the ball rolled towards you, you being last to kick before halftime, you concentrated, thinking about nothing else but both you and Urban reaching home plate so you could give him sloppy toppy in the bathroom.

You mean, his present for being such a good sport.

You kicked the ball, hard, sending the ball flying across the field, far enough out to where you and Urban could both make it home safely.

You took off running, clearing the bases as you went, before heading for home plate. However, you noticed the ball being thrown to the third basemen, and him making the move to come after you. You picked up your speed, turning your head slightly to see the ball being thrown at your back. You quickly spun out of its direction, it flying past the person at home base, the crowd cheering you on. You ran across the base, Urban there to scoop you up as the team jumped for joy.

“That’s my girl!” Urban said as he put you down, to which you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt down for a kiss, the crowd “awwing” at the two of you.

“Gross guys, get a room!” You heard Jack yell, not paying him any attention as you moved your mouth to Urban’s ear.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” You quickly jogged off, scooping up an empty Gatorade water bottle off the floor, running back inside the stadium to make it appear you were going to fill it up before the next two rounds.

Yeah, you were. Totally.

Urban quickly found you in the bathroom, to which you pulled him close, kissing him immediately and locking the door behind you, his lips soft on yours.

“Mm, baby. Baby. Babe. Slow down, what’s this all about?” He spoke, pulling away from you.

“You! Being hot, in those sexy ass shorts, kicking that ball all sexy. It just made me… fuck- really fucking horny.” You spoke rushed, Urban quickly washing his hands before you guiding him to the bottom of your shorts, pushing them and your panties aside to reveal your drenched pussy.

“Damn baby, you’re really this turned on?”

“Urban… you have no clue what you do to me.” You spoke softly, looking up at him with lustful eyes.

“Well, I’ll have you know,” He paused, bringing your hands towards his shorts, his dick pressing hard into your palms.

“That I’m so fucking hard for you right now. Seeing you run across those bases to home plate, your tits bouncing, perfect ass,” he grabbed your ass and pulled you close, bringing one of your legs to rest on his hip. “This fucking ass. God Y/N, that shit was so hot.”

“Well, it seems that we both have a problem, don’t we?”

“Yup. We should probably solve this problem before the game starts up again, right?” Urban asked, raising an eyebrow and stroking his chin.

“Absolutely. I’ll start.” You quickly washed and dried your hands before pulling Urban’s shorts down, his hard dick springing free, precum leaking from the tip. You licked the droplets up onto your tongue, sighing at the taste.

“Y/N, don’t tease me like that.”

“Sorry babe. Let me make this quick, we do have a game to finish.” You swiftly took Urban down your throat, him moaning loud as you took him to the base of his cock, moaning to send vibrations up his shaft.

“Fuck Y/N, goddamn.”

You kept going, jerking him off while sucking him at the same time, the hand job becoming sloppy. Then, you took his dick all the way down your throat again, flexing your tongue so that it curved to his dick, making a suction almost. You played with his balls, massaging them with the saliva that had trailed down from your blowjob.

“Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.”

You kept going, determined to make Urban cum down your throat. You wanted it so so badly.

However, that was cut short when he pulled you up by your throat, bending you over the counter of the bathroom sink.

“I need to fuck you right now.” Urban pulled your shorts and panties down swiftly, eyeing your wet pussy.

“Spread it for me.” He spoke, spitting on his hand as he jerked himself off, though he was pretty wet enough. You spread your lips, hearing a “fuck” from Urban.

Before you knew it, he had thrust inside you, working at a fast pace from the start.

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod, fuck, Urban please.” You moaned, folding your body over the cool countertop, the coldness feeling good against your torso.

Urban jerked your head up by your throat, moving his one hand to remain on your neck while the other smacked your ass, shortly thereafter moving to your hip. He pounded you into the counter, you not taking notice of how good he was making you feel.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you, you understand?” He squeezed your throat, you letting out a choked gasp, nodding at him while you looked at him in the mirror. He slapped your ass, making you moan some more.

“Use your words.”

“Yes Urban, ohmygod, yes, I’ll keep looking. God, yes.” You managed to get out, moaning and stumbling on your words. The hand from your throat moved to your clit, Urban rubbing light but firm circles on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Urban, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me. Cum for me Y/N, cum on this dick.”

You yelped, coming down hard on Urban, your whole body shaking with satisfaction. However, Urban kept at it, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, baby, Y/N, shit. Where do you want it? Tell me now before I cum.”

“In my mouth please, fuck. In my mouth.” You spazzed around him again, him quickly pulling out of you as you dropped to your knees, shaking from your second orgasm as he shot his load into your mouth. You licked up anything that didn’t make it, cleaning your lips of the rest of his cum.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so hot.”

“You’re fucking hot babe.” You spoke, him helping you get up from the floor steadily, your body still shaking. You both fixed yourselves before you heard a knock on the door.

“Come on now y’all! I gotta fucking piss and y’all in there fuckin. I hope you cleaned up after yourselves, Jesus.”

[didhewinkback]

something old teeny tiny blurb bc dogs

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December 2022

Thank god it’s Friday, you think, trying to balance your bag, the massive amount of takeout you're holding and your keys as you slide them into the lock to finally get home after a loooong week. Does it make you officially old that those cliches now ring true more than ever? Gross.

You’re in the process of trying to place all your shit down in a semi organized manner when you feel your phone buzz, a smile growing on your face the moment you see the name on the screen as you slide your thumb across to answer. 

“Hey,” you say, adjusting the phone on your shoulder as you kick your shoes off and slide your jacket off your shoulders. 

“Sorry my meeting ran long, love. Was hoping to pick you up from work.” He says, as the sounds of the city blare behind him on whatever street he was walking down. “Wanted to be a proper gentleman.”

“First time for everything,” you deadpanned.

“Heeey.” He says with a laugh. “Did you get dinner or do you need me to pick it up?” 

“I got it,” you say, quickly speaking when you hear his intake of breath. “If you dare ask me if I remembered to order you spring rolls I swear -“ 

“She knows me too well.” he says with a laugh. 

“That she does.” you say, grabbing the takeaway and bringing it into the kitchen, flicking the lights on as you pass. “You heading back now?” 

“Yeah should be home in about - oh helllo there” his voice taking on an exaggerated playful tilt. You’re momentarily confused until you hear a soft bark. Ah.  “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

“Sorry about her - she’s a real people pleaser” you hear a voice say a bit breathlessly in the background as Harry laughs.

“It’s quite alright,” he says back, and you hear some slight shuffling on his end. “Is it okay if I pet her? What’s her name?”

You lean against the counter, listening on as he makes small conversation while cooing at the dog, Delilah, for a few minutes before there’s the sound of shuffling again as he says his goodbyes. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” he says back to you. “Think I want one.”

“Not sure a puppy would be the best companion on a world tour.”

“Thank you, genius, that much I know.” he says as you snort a laugh. “But I’ve been thinking a lot about like…after.”

“Have you?” you ask, your heart skipping a beat, thinking back to the conversation you had back in June, about what he wanted, what you wanted, what you both agreed was worth waiting for. You shift your weight, butterflies flying in your stomach. “And?”

“Just…it’s going to be different, y’ know? Not going to be doing a few months in LA, then a few months in Japan then back to London for a kip. And I don’t want to. Planning on settling in one spot for as long as I can.”

“Something drawing you back to London, then?”

“Something like that,” he muses and you feel your cheeks warm, biting down on a smile. “And I think it’d be quite nice to have a pup that’s ours keeping her company when I would have to eventually go back.”

“I could get on board with that,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart is racing, his words making you want to melt into a puddle right there on the kitchen floor.

“Yeah?” he says softly.

“Yeah.” you say back and the two of you sit in silence for a moment, just listening to the sounds of each other breathing. “How far away are you?”

“About 10 minutes out.”

“Alright, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick -”

“I’ll be home in 2.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you laugh, knowing he’s kidding but you can hear the way his breathing changes, the way he’s definitely picked up the pace. “I’ll see you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you. I’ll be home soon, baby. Keep the shower warm.”

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a/n: i have a few requests coming and the big one but saw these pics and couldnt resist

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[maybeimamuppet]

44 for Regina;

12 and 20 for Cady;

24 for Janis;

2,3, 19, 20 and 43 for Veronica for the character thingy

hello friend holy cow this is gonna take me a while tysm!!! <3

REGINA

44 - their happiest memory

she is six years old. it is her birthday. her mom took her shopping the day before and she got the most perfect pink birthday dress. she’s allowed to wear a little makeup since it’s her special day. her parents smile at her at the breakfast table and she gets to eat as many eggo waffles as she wants. her friends all come over in the afternoon and they have a special tea party in the backyard with pink lemonade and finger sandwiches and cookies that are a little gross but make them feel grown up and real china plates and teacups and flowers and everyone’s in their pretty dresses and regina gets a crown.

she opens her presents after they’ve had their meal and gets a pretty dollhouse from her parents. janis gets her the new barbie doll, her first one that isn’t a hand-me-down from her mother. gretchen gives her a paint your own teacup kit. karen gets her a dvd of their favorite barbie princess movie. she’s piled with other gifts from her other friends.

they play on the swings and slides and climb trees. she and janis hold hands on the swings and almost break their elbows. her cake is vanilla and has astronaut barbie printed on it with a pink trim. it is the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

janis and gretchen and karen sleep over and they stay up late playing with all regina’s new toys and watching her new movie. they fall asleep on the living room floor and get cake for breakfast the next day.

CADY

12 - crack headcanon

as a child she tried to bring a lion cub as her dinner guest by hiding it in her shirt. it took her parents 20 minutes to notice.

as an adult she uses the same strategy to trick her partner into getting a cat. it works.

20 - scars (related lmao)

one near her right eyebrow because she had a growth spurt, didn’t notice, and ran headfirst into a tree branch

her left ear is slightly deformed at the top bc of a particularly vicious lion cub play session

one right against her lip in the mid-left because she had a stubborn pimple and wouldn’t leave it alone

one on the bottom of her chin because her first time somewhere with them, she fell up the stairs. not down. up.

one on her upper stomach/lower chest where a mama lion got mad and scratched her. her first time needing stitches! but nothing life threatening

some on her back from when she had chicken pox

one on her right arm where she scraped it on some of her parents research equipment

scraped elbows and knees from playing and tripping so much

old shaving nicks on her legs

permanent bite mark just above her right knee because she fell out of a tree, landed biting herself, and the wound got infected

bottom of her left foot, stepped on a thumb tack in her parents’ study room

JANIS

24 - most annoying habit

it’s so hard to pick just one this girl is annoyance personified lmao. and a lot of them are more traits/ symptoms (of adhd mostly) than habits

she steals EVERY writing implement she can get her hands on. her household has no pens or pencils bc she HAS TO SKETCH SMTH IMMEDIATELY and doesn’t put it back. they are actually everywhere. mostly in her pillowcase because she puts them behind her ear and they fall off while she sleeps, in the shower because again, behind the ear and she finds them while she washes her hair, and in her art studio/area place. her partners/damian are fed tf up.

VERONICA hoo boy

2 - a canon or headcanon hill i will die on

she’s tall. that’s genuinely the first one that came into my head. i love a short gremlin type as much as the next person but she’s a minimum of 5’6.

(i haven’t consumed canon or fic in so long i can’t think of anything personality related i’m v sorry)

3 - obscure headcanon

she’s allergic to a lot of really uncommon/“weird” things and everyone is like ??? how can you even be- okay. she has the fun ones like dairy and bee stings and dogs but she’s also allergic to the cold. her own sweat. gelatin. water. coins. babygirl is literally allergic to the sun.

19 - vices/bad habits tw for sh, alcohol, drugs, etc

obvs drinking and smoking. she becomes an alcoholic after canon and dabbles with harder drugs. she goes to rehab when she’s 20 and gets clean. she stays that way the rest of her life, but some days are easier than others. she still smokes though.

also post canon she burns herself with her cigarettes/does other sh. she attempts a few times but is found and given help. the fourth time sticks and she gradually stops.

she calls heathers ghost to bully her whenever she feels bad about herself to make it hurt worse. heather won’t so she moves onto the others. kurt and ram usually go for it. heather yells at them.

she bites her nails. she chews on her hair. she chews pens and pencils. she has cripplingly low self esteem. she’s constantly changing something about her hair.

the list goes on but these are the biggest i can think of

20 - scars tw for sh again

she’s constantly covered in bruises bc she’s clumsy as fuck

it’s not visible but she has one right on top of her head where her hair won’t grow because she concussed herself on a tire swing and split her head open. she had to get staples and it healed oddly

her septum is a little weird if you look close from a botched piercing

she’s missing most of her fingerprint on her left thumb bc of a particularly involved incident involving superglue

one near her left elbow because she was attacked by a dog as a child. also left marks near her eye (on her cheekbone) and bit one of her fingers so it bends just a little

sh scars :(

appendectomy surgery scar on her tummy

one on her hip because she walked directly into a countertop

scraped elbows and knees

and many many stubbed and probably broken toes from walking into things

43 - 3 comfort foods and 3 they despise

loves: (not counting spaghetti with lots of oregano)

slushees. duh.

homegirl loves a soup. her fav is a simple chicken noodle (bonus points if it’s got good veggies in there) but she’ll try anything. cheese and broccoli. tomato. french onion. matzo ball. her cabinet is like a soup museum.

and she loves animal crackers because they remind her of her childhood and simpler times. and she always sings the shirley temple song because she watched all the movies with her parents and secretly loves them.

hates:

grape soda because it doesnt taste like grape. she gives it a pass because it does taste like purple but she still refuses to drink it.

eggs because she can’t get over what they actually are

corn nuts bc they remind her of the bad times and are also just really gross to begin with

[ramp-it-up]

Red Wings

Summary: Bucky wants to earn his red wings with you.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: Around 1300

A/N: This is based on this ask:  What if reader and Bucky are shopping and he sees her put feminine cleanliness products in the basket? How would he react?

Again, sorry this is so late! I’ve been neglecting my inbox. This is a one shot

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Wee bit of angst on the part of the reader. Period talk, personal hygeine products, suggestive language (whew!) Talk of: Period sex, protected sex, unprotected sex (you still need to wrap it up), nipple play, anal play,  shower sex, anal sex. 

 Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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Despite your best efforts, James Buchanan Barnes found you.

He was, after all, a world class agent of stealth. And the former Winter Soldier.

You should have known better than to think you would outsmart him.

You watched in horror as he approached you with what he had in his metal hand.

You gasped.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at you and smirked. Then he shook his head as he deposited his item in the grocery cart.

It was a huge box of Cheerios. Plain.

“I know you don’t like them, Doll. We can go and you can pick out your sugar infested chocolate doo dahs if you want.”

You just nodded and hid your hand behind your back, a huge lump in your throat.

“Hold up. We need a couple boxes of these.” 

Bucky grinned as he grabbed two cartons of Magnum XLs and tossed them in the cart. 

“Those should last the week.”

You just stared at him, trying to slowly move your hand as you backed toward the shelf.

Bucky chuckled again and grabbed two more boxes.

“You’re right, we need more than that.” 

He waggled his eyebrows at you, and then noticed what you were doing.

“What ya got there doll?” 

He nodded toward you, suspicion evident on his face.

You were caught. There was no use lying. You sighed and brought your hand from around your back to reveal a feminine hygiene product.

“Might not need those condoms this week, Bucky.”

You avoided his eyes as you deposited it in the cart.

Well, this was it. You’d just started being domestic with Bucky and you really liked him, but this might be a deal breaker. You clutched the handle of the shopping cart and stared at the wheels.

“Hey,” Bucky moved close to you and tilted your face up by your chin, forcing you to look up at him. 

“You good, Doll?”

You cleared your throat and tried to avoid those bluer than blues.

“I- I’m fine. That time of the month, y-know. So…”

You huffed.

“I know it’s gross, and I understand if you want to…”

“Doll. Look at me.”

You focused on Bucky, your cheeks hot.

“I know it’s your time of the month. I asked if you were good. Are your symptoms worse than usual?”

“H-how…?”

Bucky smiled down at you and leaned in.

“I can smell you.”

You closed your eyes, mortified.

“I am so… so sorry Bucky.”

“I said, look at me.”

Your eyes snapped open at his tone. You watched him lick his lips and observed the look in his eyes.

He looked..it couldn’t be.

“No need to apologize, unless it’s for not giving me any sooner.” 

Bucky watched your mouth as it dropped open.

“You’re killing me here, Doll.”

He cocked his head.

“We’ve been intimate for what? About three weeks? And we’ve been dating for three months?”

You were able to nod as his hand moved down to gently rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing your neck. Goosebumps were raised all over your body.

“It was torture during each of your goddess times for me to hold myself back. You smell so… Goddamn Doll. You don’t know, do you?”

You shook your head now, speechless.

“You were on when we met, remember? I wanted to ravage you, but that would have been rude.”

You giggled, remembering your instant attraction.

“Oh my god, Bucky…”

“It was somewhat easier that night, since we barely knew each other, and plus I was havin the time of my life talking to you. You’re so damn smart, Doll”

Your boyfriend looked at you appreciatively, then went on.

“But when we became a couple, each month I just wanted to revel in you, but I sensed you were uncomfortable with it. But it was hard. God, I was so hard. Every single time.”

This time when you shook your head, it was in disbelief. 

Bucky pulled you closer to him.

“I am not a little boy. I’m a grown man. In fact, I’m an old man.” 

You stared up into his face, captivated. 

“I am not afraid of your womanhood. It’s not ‘gross.’ In fact, I happen to know that it can be very pleasurable for me… and for you during this time…”

You put your hands on his chest, feeling as if you couldn’t breathe.

How could he be this perfect?

“You’re more sensitive, especially your tits, Doll. Right?”

You didn’t, you couldn’t answer, but the answer was pressed up against him. He could feel it. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“They are bigger and softer right now. Nipples so fucking delicious. I bet I could make you cum just from licking them. Maybe sucking softly?”

The moan you let out was not appropriate for the grocery store, thank goodness it wasn’t loud. Bucky had you wrapped around his little finger, and you wanted to be wrapped around his big dick, cycle be damned.

“If you let me in, you’d be extra tight, you’d hug me so good and snug and I’d have to go slow, until you beg me to go fast, and it will feel like extra creamy goodness, especially because we won’t need those…”

He nodded toward the condoms and your eyes watered at the thought of fucking Bucky raw. He took a ragged breath before he continued.

“We can do it in the shower, or just lay down a towel. We’re both grown, Doll.”

He paused.

“Or…” 

Bucky was huffing in your ear now and you could feel his erection against your hip . 

“Or… I know you like it when I play, my fingers, or my tongue… in your other hole…”

“Bucky!” 

You hit his chest, and looked around. Bucky didn’t care who might have been around.

“Am I lying?” 

Bucky laughed and turned you around, grasping the cart around you, so you could feel his cock in your backside. You flushed when an older couple walked by and smiled at you two. It looked innocent, but it was anything but.

When they were out of earshot, you replied. 

“No… it’s just… you’re just so… I don’t know if it will fit...”

Bucky leaned down and kissed your neck, one hand splayed gently against your stomach, as the other reached for some personal lubricant and put it in the cart.

“Oh, Baby Doll,” Bucky groaned in your ear. “We’ll make it fit. And we’ll feel so good doing it.” 

You used to think you didn’t want it. But now you did. Your body was ready and clenching around nothing. That had to change.

“Fuck. Bucky.”

The neediness in your voice was readily apparent.

“Yes.”

He took a ragged breath, trying to calm down.  

“Bottom line is if you want to fuck Bucky on your cycle, off your cycle, 365, 24/7, this dick is yours. No qualifications, no black out dates. I want to have you in every single way.”

He cleared his throat and stepped back from you.

“So get whatever products you need. No need to hide them from me, Doll.”

He grabbed your neck and brought you in to kiss your forehead.

“I’ve got to take a walk because I have the biggest hard-on. I’m going to go get you some cocoa sugar dyno puffs on aisle 10 before I bend you over the salad bar and fuck you until we get arrested.”

You both laughed but the look in his eye said that he wasn’t totally joking. You swallowed and nodded, reaching for your products.

You turned around and Bucky was gone, as if that had been a dream. You began to wonder if it was.

Your phone vibrated and you pulled it out to look at the message.

Hurry up Doll. You got me so worked up that  at the very least I gotta suck your nipples until you cum. 

You practically ran to the checkout lane. 

When you saw James Buchanan Barnes’ fine ass waiting for you was when you decided to do the absolute most.

[chippedaxe]

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Title: Irritated Arousal

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, thigh f!cking, sub reader, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: Karl with a reader that gets angry when they’re h word <3

Pairing: c!Karl X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: unedited* idk why I wrote this? I was just bored one night and couldn’t think of anything else to do.

- also don’t bully the title, LITERALLY couldn’t think of anything better!

- also I copied and pasted this from my notes instead of writing it on tumblr so that’s why it might look a bit weird or different!

•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾☼☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

Your head whipped around to stare blankly at the silly boy “what?” You spat out at him as he stared back dumbfounded “why’re you upset, is it because of me?” He poked your cheek innocently and you slapped his hand away.

“Yes! It is- go away!” You waved him off “please tell me what’s wrong! What did I do???” He started nagging at you and pulling at your clothes which annoyed you even more “stop it Karl!” You exclaimed “ah- sorry!” He pulled away and apologised “I just- I’m really annoyed right now!” Your face was tinted with what he thought was anger but was really embarrassment.

You knew how you got when you were horny and you knew the crabby attitude that you were portraying was just a front to hide how desperate you are. You crossed your arms and tried to take it off your mind, trying to avoid Karl as well.

“Come on sweetheart, what did I do wrong?” Karl caressed your cheek and you shivered slightly “don’t do that- I told you! I’m just annoyed!” You pushed him away “would it be better if I let you alone for a bit?” Karl got up to give you some space but you stopped him “Yes! Wait- no? Maybe? ugh- I don’t know!” You held your head in your hands.

Your thought process is literally fucked when you’re horny, most of the time you’re unable to think of things other than sex when you’re aroused. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Karl gave a sweet smile, you knew exactly how you wanted to answer that but hesitated.

“Maybe..” you considered whether or not to just straight out tell him, you’d expect him to tease you for being cranky over something so silly. “What can I do for you, honey?” Karl leaned back on the couch “you.. could..” you tried to think of something but your mind only led you back to one thing. Sex.

“AH! You’re a stupid nerd!” You shouted and then stomped off, you were obviously irritated and a bit annoyed but you didn’t wanna say or do anything that would actually be damaging. “Stupid? I’m literally the smartest person in the world” he joked around and you gave him a weird look.

“Aw come on! I thought you’d like that!” He lowered his head, you sighed in defeat. He was really trying to cheer you up even though he didn’t know what was wrong! You may as well tell him your problem, right? I mean he should be happy to help!

“What is it?” He noticed your sigh and came over to caress your face, you lowered your head and buried your face in his chest as you confessed sheepishly “I’m horny.” He gave out a little laugh “sorry- what?” He asked again “I’m.. horny!” Your face was full of embarrassment, you felt slightly humiliated.

“Is that all? I thought you were really upset with me for a moment!” He snickered, his lips pressing to your cheek for a moment. He straightened his back “alright then- we walking back to the bedroom or are you happy for me to take you here on the couch?” You pouted at his question, obviously you didn’t care where he stuffed his dick inside of you!

You didn’t bother to move so he just assumed you wanted to fuck on the couch, Karl got on top of you and started to lean in for a kiss. You snubbed him and turned your head, you still weren’t feeling happy with how long he took to figure out you were horny!

“Still mad? That’s alright, I’ll fuck the happiness into you! Or at least fuck the anger out” Karl kissed your temple lovingly “shut up” you tried not to smile at his silliness “make me!” Karl tried to kiss you again but this time you let him, his lips capturing yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His lips were warm and soft, it made you melt underneath him- or the anger might just be melting you. You reached up and took a hand full of his hair, using it to deepen the kiss. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, the pink muscle slithering around every crevice of his mouth.

He pulled away for air, his face red and Karl’s hair sticking to his forehead. He was panting and starting to become really sweaty “aw gross! You’re all sweaty!” You complained but he laughed “oh baby, I know you love it!” He kissed your cheek again.

Karl unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off “it’s starting to really get hot in here” he sighed when the cold air hit his body. Karl then took your shirt off for you and inspected your body, the way he looked at it was like he’d never seen it before, like this was the last time and he’d never see it again.

You squirmed under his predatory like gaze “don’t stare at me like that, hun’ it’s making me feel exposed..” you complained lightly “oh I’m sorry darling, didn’t mean to make you feel ‘exposed’” he laughed to himself as he slowly leaned in and began leaving light kisses along your jawline.

You tilted your head back a bit to allow him more room, he smiled against your skin and began to suck a little bit as he kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your chest curiously, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh. You whined out loud as he groped you up, hands clawing at the couch.

“Y-you’re taking too long..” you voiced your complaints, feeling slightly agitated at how he was testing your patience “just thought you might like a bit of foreplay, forgive me..” Karl caressed your cheek. You slapped his hand away and huffed “I’ll hurry it up now then, pants off please darling” he smiled at you.

You pulled your pants down your thighs and let it drop to the floor, thumbs hooking under the waist band of your underwear and sliding them off as well. Karl leaned back and admired your body, eyes glazing over every nook and cranny.

Karl gently parted your legs, his eyes immediately being drawn to your aching hole. “Oh darling, that looks painful.. let me help you” he lowered his hand down and allowed one of his slender fingers to curl up inside of you. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squinting to look at him.

“Is this too much?” He asked you, you shook your head and decided to be a bit of a brat “n-not enough.” You told him. Karl’s smile faltered for a bit but then returned when he shoved a second finger into you, your hole taking his hand so easily.

Your tight fleshy walls clenched around his two fingers, your breathing became a bit more heavy as you were starting to get close. “G-gonna cum..” you warned Karl “oh? Already? But I thought you wanted me to fuck you..” he pouted at you. You could see that he was obviously teasing you but you still gave him what he wanted.

You opened your legs up more and looked at him through your eyelashes, head tilting downward slightly “I want you to fuck me still..” you spoke quietly. Karl smiled and pulled his hand away from your hole which made you whine, you then quickly dismissed your negative feelings as he replaced his two fingers with his penis.

Karl slid himself into you gently, your hole already being stretched open- sucking him in. You leaned your head back and arched your back a bit, your hips aching from the hold that Karl had on them.

Karl gripped your hips tightly, starting to thrust against you. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust he did, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room. You hoped your disturbing noises wouldn’t be heard from outside.

You squealed and struggled to keep your mouth shut as Karl pressed himself deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressing against your insides. Karl let out a soft groan as he rocked his hips against you, nails gently dragging along your thigh which left light scratch marks.

You couldn’t help letting out a loud moan, feeling much better letting it out than to conceal your pleasure. Karl started going faster the moment you started being more vocal which only encouraged you to stop being quiet.

You were sure the whole SMP could hear the two of you now, heaving sweaty bodies pressed to each other with the sounds of clapping and groaning in the room. Your hands wrapped around Karl’s torso, nails threatening to scratch his skin.

Tears pricked at your eyes gently as you felt what may have been the best orgasm of your entire life about to approach, you tapped Karl and tried to make it clear that you couldn’t hold on for him any longer and you had to let go “g-gonna cum!!” You exclaimed “that’s okay baby, do it for me..” he encouraged.

You let go, cumming around his cock. Juices from you started to leak out of your hole and onto your thighs, making you groan in annoyance “oh perfect.. Baby, you don’t mind if I get off with your thighs, do you?” Karl smiled up at you.

You shrugged and laid down, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, feeling a bit sensitive as Karl pulled out of you and slid himself between your legs. His dick slipped between both of your thighs closed together.

He started to fuck himself against you, now only thrusting for his own pleasure and enjoyment “oh thank you, baby..” he moaned out softly. His hands gripped onto your soft plushy thighs, his cock twitching against you which let you know he was about to cum.

Karl shuddered, his hips pausing their movement as he suddenly came; cum shooting out onto your thighs and covering a bit of your stomach. “Ah! Thank you!”Karl flopped on top of you, arms hugging your sweet body “No problem but I’m all dirty now!” You complained “I guess we’ll have to bathe together then, my dear” Karl chuckled before kissing your forehead and getting up to run you two a shower.

[kaybee87]

Red

So I’m on my period and this is what came out of that, apologies in advance!!

Warnings; NSFW as usual, minors DNI! Period sex so if that’s not for you please keep scrolling. Also totally unformatted because I’m too lazy!

You hadn’t known Marco long, you’d met through mutual friends and had got along so well you’d been hanging out away from the group. You liked him a lot more than just friends but you hadn’t been brave enough to take the next step for fear he didn’t feel the same. Today he’d messaged you several times and you hadn’t replied to one, you weren’t trying to be mean but you were on your period and the cramps were awful you weren’t comfortable enough to share that with Marco yet so you’re go to was to just ignore the phone.

Unfortunately you couldn’t ignore the knocking at your door. “Come on I know you’re in there,” he called through the door. You answered looking rather frail and his face instantly softened. “Are you avoiding me?” He asked. You shook your head but then doubled over as a cramp hit you hard. He realised the problem instantly and guided you gently to the sofa. He sat down pulling you with him and with one arm around you he laid his big hand low on your lower stomach. The warmth brought an instant feeling of relief and you let out a sigh snuggling closer into his side. “You should’ve told me earlier, I would’ve come straight over,” he spoke softly into your ear as though afraid to disturb your new found peace. “Sorry I didn’t know if we were really at a stage to share this sort of thing,” you blushed a little at your foolishness.

After watching a movie cuddled together on the couch it was starting to get late and you could no longer suppress your yawns. “I guess I should make a move it’s getting..” “Stay,” you interrupted him “please”. Marco smiled and nodded and you walked him towards your room. It was a bit awkward getting yourselves ready and situated in the bed but once you were in and Marco put his hand back on your stomach you relaxed again and found yourself drifting off.

When you awoke in the morning it took you a minute to register your situation. You were on your side, Marco’s body curled up against your back with his hand still on your lower stomach but this time inside your sleep shorts. Before you had time to bask in this though you felt a warmth between your legs and jumped out of bed with an “oh god” turning to look at Marco and seeing the mark on the front of his boxers you let out an “oh fuck” this time and threw yourself into your bathroom in embarrassment. You stood there for a moment in utter horror when you heard your name. “Please don’t be embarrassed,” you ignored him. “Honestly I’m not that much of a jerk that something like this is gonna bother me, it’s completely out of your control.” Still you didn’t respond. “You really think this is the first time I’ve had blood on my dick.” Ok that got you “eww Marco that’s gross”. You heard him chuckling and you couldn’t help but smile you were starting to like that sound a little too much. “Come on, open up,” he pleaded. You opened the door, only to remember you still hadn’t been able to clean yourself up. Marco held out his hand “thought you might need some fresh clothes,” he lent around you to start the shower and then putting his face close to yours he whispered “it’s not like it could put me off you anyway”.

You didn’t hold back, leaning up you connected your lips to his, you were heated in your approach letting all the feelings you’d been holding back out in that one kiss. Marco responded instantly and swiped his tongue along your lip begging you to open up. You were more than willing to oblige and your arms went round Marco’s neck trying to get impossibly closer. He slipped his hands under your top until they were cupping your breasts but not yet breaking the kiss he ran his thumbs over your hardening nipples and you couldn’t hold back a moan. Removing his lips from yours for the first time had you feeling slightly lost but then he was pulling your sleep top over your head and looking at you like you were the most fascinating thing he’d ever laid eyes on. His tongue poked out and flicked a circle around your left nipple and your legs buckled a little, pleased with the response he repeated the action on your right one and you felt like you might melt into a puddle right there on the bathroom floor.

Marco swiftly removed the boxers he’d been sleeping in and you couldn’t help the hungry look you gave him, he moved forward to remove your shorts also and you hesitated knowing the state you were in. He gave you a soft reassuring smile and gently tugged down everything from your lower half leaving you completely exposed to him. He pushed you gently into the shower and followed in behind you. Picking up the shower gel and a flannel you decided you’d clean him up only fair after you’d made all the mess. You washed his entire body constantly staying away from his cock, you knew you were teasing him, hell you could see the reaction his body was having. Eventually you brought the flannel around him giving an experimental tug, when you were sure you’d actually cleaned up the mess you dropped the flannel and moved your hand back to his aching cock. “Uh uh, your turn,” he said and spun you so your back was to him. He gently washed your entire body saving all the good bits for last of course, it was your own fault you’d teased him first. When he’d soaped up your breasts he went back to massaging them with his hands and when he raked his nails gently across your nipples your entire body arched into him of its own accord. He gingerly moved the flannel down your lower stomach, all the time watching your face for signs that you were uncomfortable. When he got low enough you simply moved your legs further apart from him and he took this as his cue, he ran the flannel all along the inside of your thighs, up and across the outside of your pussy before gently moving in between your lips. You’re pretty sure you should feel ashamed, maybe even disgusted but all you felt was an incredible sense of intimacy that you’d never felt with anyone else before. After a minute or so Marco dropped the flannel and run his bare fingers over your clit, you’d never done anything sexual whilst on your period before but it seemed as though everything was heightened, everything felt.. well just more!

You felt a finger start to slide inside you, all whilst his thumb was still working at your clit. After a second he inserted another finger and curled them upwards. The feeling of his fingers pumping against your spot and his thumb working your clit made you lose it in no time. Your whole body juddering and your pussy clamping down on his fingers you cried out his name. He took you through your high and then his lips were back on yours still as heated as before. He moved your legs apart slightly and lined his cock up with your entrance, he looked at you to make sure you were sure and when you gave him a nod he pushed into you. He didn’t go easy on you he filled you up in one swift motion but he did at least stop once completely in to allow you time to adjust to him. Taking a deep breathe you nodded for him to move, he started off slow but deep but with every thrust his pace increased. He pushed you further up against the wall of the shower and wrapped one of your legs around his waist, you held on to his biceps to steady yourself and turned your face upwards into the stream of water. As Marco pummelled into you, you knew you were getting close again but you could tell he was as well. “Need you to come now, not gonna last much longer,” he grunted out. But you held your orgasm off until the last minute making sure you came together.

He laid his forehead on yours and smiled at you, “why did we wait so long to do that?” He asked. “I wasn’t sure you liked me that way,” you answered, suddenly feeling vulnerable you lowered your head to face the floor. Marco put two fingers under your chin and tilted your head back up. “Wanted you since the first moment I saw you, I’m glad we got to know each other first though because now it’s so much more than lust”.

@mylifeisactuallyamess

[yunopouts]

1,2,3 - n. jaemin

-> pairing: sadist(kinda)!jaemin x fem reader

-> genre: filth smut

-> warnings: spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex (kinda? not really tho), oral (f receiving), biting, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie

-> word count: 2.1k

this is some weird shit. prepare yourselves.

The ending is where the actual filth starts (literally for like 2.3 seconds tho)

I am so sorry.

After laying in bed for literally five hours, you decided to get up and walk around your apartment. Your boyfriend was at work and you couldn’t go out because you’re living during a fucking pandemic (w/n: YES MAKE THAT SHIT REALISTIC😩), so you were stuck at home. All by yourself, with nothing to do.

You walked yourself to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed out the juice.

“I can just drink from the carton.” You thought out loud. “No, that's kinda gross, I can’t do that.” You shook your head and just grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Thinking of what you should do, you wandered around, sipping your juice from time to time. “I don’t want to watch tv, cause I just finished doing that. Jesus Christ, this shouldn’t be that hard to do.” You whined, stamping your feet like a child throwing a tantrum to get what they want.

Heaving a sigh, you continued moping around.

“Screw this, I’m just gonna shower.” You chugged your juice and set the glass in the sink before heading to the bathroom.

-

When you walked out of the bathroom all clean, you headed to the living room- where you were unexpectedly met by your boyfriend, Jaemin, who was sitting on the couch. You stopped in the entry way, making eye contact with him and smiled when he called you over.

“How's my pretty girl doing?” he asked, looking up at you with a lazy smile. His hands traveled from your waist, around to your ass and down to the back of your thighs, sliding up and down.

“Fine, bored.” You replied with a sigh. “You okay?” you ran your fingers through his hair. Jaemin leaned forward, pressing his lips just above the waistband of your pants.

“So perfect.” He purred in response, kissing you again, slowly moving further and further down your waist. His eyes connected with yours, glassy, dark and filled with lust. From your thighs, Jaemin’s hands went up and started to tug down your pants, helping him by shimmying out of them.

Standing up, Jaemin brought you into a kiss, one that was slow yet needy at the same time. You gasped when you felt a burning sensation against your ass. Jaemin smirked against your lips, doing it again, making you moan this time.

Arms wrapping around your waist, you lead your boyfriend backwards, slow enough to get there without tripping on anything. As you kissed, Jaemin kneaded your ass, groaned into you and pressed you against his groin, where you felt his erection.

You reached your bedroom, and your boyfriend pushed you down, your back hitting the soft mattress. Practically ripping off your panties, Jaemin spread your knees apart, licking a stripe up your pussy. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy that’s so so wet for me.” He said, spreading apart your lips. The boy stared in awe at your glistening heat. “It never seizes to fascinate me at how fast you get so wet for me.”

Without warning, he shoved two fingers into your hole, savagely ramming them into you. Nothing left your mouth; nothing could leave your mouth, not even a croak. He hadn’t even actually started to fuck you; it was just with his fingers and your voice was caught in your throat.

“What?” Jaemin stopped. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” you couldn’t respond as you were still trying to catch your breath.

“S-sorry, just feels good.” You managed to choke out, finally getting air back into your lungs. With a satisfied smirk, he re-inserted his fingers, but thrust at a painfully slow speed. “Jaemin, faster.” You whined.

“Ah, ah, ah~ don’t get greedy, pretty girl.” He continued with his pace, curling his fingers up from time to time. “You know how much I hate greedy people.” The boy leaned forward, placing the flat of his tongue against your clit. He moved the muscle quickly, making you cry out in pleasure. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling and running your fingers through it. “You know,” he spoke between licks. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Jaemin attached his lips to your clit and sucked before letting go of it with a ‘pop’.

“In the studio, when we were recording ‘Make A Wish’;” the thrusts of his fingers slowly increased. “When we were in the practice rooms.” He used his tongue again, swirling it around to lap up all your arousal.

“That’s… sweet.” You choked back on a moan but failed miserably.

The sweet noises you were eliciting from your clit being flicked and abused was enough to get your boyfriend grinding against the bed.

“Oh fuck.” You moved you’re hips to the feeling, needing more, to which he pulled out.

Jaemin left from your core and was now hovering above you. When you met his eyes, forcing you to witness him sucking his fingers that were practically dripping with your wetness. That action alone was enough to make you shake as your first orgasm washed over you.

Jaemin watched this happen, moaning in pleasure and delight; the fact that you came from a simple glace at him turned him on a lot..

“I got so hard that Taeyong sent me home early.” He stated. Jaemin licked his lip before almost closing all the space you had between your faces.

Almost, is the key word.

He stayed hovering, lips three centimeters away from your own. You tried to kiss him, but that made your boyfriend move backwards. When you pouted, he moved back to the same spot, smirking. “Turn around for me, beautiful.”

His tone was deep and full of mischief. It got you kind of worried, but you complied, slowly shifting your body so that your back was to him. Jaemin pressed against your back, making you feel his erection against your ass, as he brought his lips to your shoulder and kissed it lightly.

Suddenly, you felt something sharp in the same place where he kissed you and you hissed, pushing against him. He let out a throaty moan in your ear, more arousal dripping from your heat. He licked, kissed, sucked and bit his way down, littering your back with all sorts of shaped markings. When he reached the small of your back, he stopped.

He pulled away before he started to knead your ass. “You look so good from behind.” You could practically hear the smirk in his cocky tone. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Then do it.” You said.

“Patience, pretty girl.” He instructed, going silent for a second, before sending down the palm of his hand against your ass. You yelped in pain, shoving your face into the pillows of your shared bed.

“That’s one.” He grunt before smacking you again. “Two; three;” he continued until he reached ten, your ass stinging. “All done.” He sighed as he brought you back up, gently turning you around so that he could see your tear stained face. “Sorry, pretty girl.” He kissed your closed eyelids.

You shook your head slightly, “It felt good.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled against your forehead. Jaemin brought his pants down, revealing his clothed cock. “Help me out with this one, will you?” the boy asked you once he noticed you were staring down at the darkened spot on his underwear.

Your hand found its way into his boxers, grabbing his dick. Connecting his lips with yours, Jaemin mewled at the feeling of both your lips and your hand on him. Your thumb gently touched the tip, spreading around the precum. Your wrist worked in circular motions, sliding up and down his shaft, making the boy a moaning mess. He bucked his hips in time with your actions, letting out a shaky sigh against you.

“Shit.” Jaemin parted from your lips so he could throw his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He whined.

Three more strokes and the deed was done; Jaemin’s cock was twitching in your hand as you let him ride out his orgasm.

“You’re still hard.” You stated, staring at his dick, that was still very hard.

“Didn’t I explicitly tell you how fucking horny I was today?” he glanced at you with a raised brow.

“Oh, right.” You recalled. “Get on with it then.” Jaemin let out a laugh, kissing you once again before moving back on top of you.

Just like he did before with his fingers, Jaemin pushed into you with out warning, leaving you breathless once again. He thrust in and out of you slowly, thoroughly enjoying your pleads to go faster.

“You’re such a good girl.” He growled, placing a finger on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he pumped in and out of you at a pace that satisfied you. A hand slid up your torso, finding its place around one of your breasts. He squeezed it a bit and played with the nipple, rolling it in between two fingers. “God, I love you.”

Jaemins cock felt so good. It filled all the space available in your pussy and your walls always clenched around him, whether you meant to do it or not.

The boy let go of your tit and pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, leaning in, fucking you faster and deeper than before. He pushed your waist down, squeezing so hard that you were sure to have marks from his nails later. Lowering your eyes ever so slightly, you watched how your boyfriends’ eyes were trained on what was poking out every so often when he plowed back into you. The tips of your fingers traced the area in which he was looking at so intently, making him moan loudly.

“Do you like it when I fuck you hard like this.” He asked, finally connecting your eyes again. “Fuck, I can see where my dick hits you.” You bit your lip and nodded, grabbing at his arm and giving it a light squeeze, letting him know that you were close.

“Do it.” He huffed. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

Jaemin fucked you through your second orgasm, but continued to rail you, like nothing had happened.

“No more.” You whined in protest, clawing at his back as he adjusted his position.

“Haven’t cum.” He remarked.

Twelve minutes more and Jaemin was still at it, fucking you nice and hard.

After a while, the pain and pleasure of cumming for a third time had finally come to an end when his snapping hips had come to a sputtering stop, allowing himself to release inside you. Jaemin bit into your nape as he came, your fingers slowly drawing small patterns on his back. He pulled out, somehow still hard, but at least not fully.

When he rolled off top of you, he brought you into his legs, spreading them open and keeping them that way, using his own legs. Traveling to your cum filled hole, his fingers entered you, slowly pumping in and out. His left hand found itself at your clit, adding more stimulation to your already overstimulated heat.

“Fuck, Jaemin.” You yelped, writhing in his arms.

“We both know what you want, pretty girl.” He spoke in a condescending tone. “So be quiet for me until I give it to you.” He nipped at your earlobe. You complied, moaning instead of a worded answer. “That’s my girl.” You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck.

The motions his fingers were making on your clit soon became bigger and stronger; the fingers in your hole sometimes pulling out to smear his cum on the rest of your pussy, re-inserting themselves afterwards.

The wetness of your pussy and his cum mixing together made the filthiest of noises, but to Jaemin, your moans were all he could hear, sending him into orbit, causing his fingers to move quicker and quicker.

You tried inhaling, but barely any air actually made it into your lungs.

“J-Jae-” you gasped. In your ear was a deep chuckle, meaning Jaemin probably came back to earth when he heard the heavenly noises coming from your pussy.

“Fuck, scream my fucking name.” hands working at the speed of light as you came.

And this time you came hard.

Harder than you have before.

So hard that you squirt, juices leaking everywhere on your sheets.

As you screamed, like Jaemin said, his voice raised too, laughing out in amazement.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Was all you heard him say before passing out.

[howlingday]

Lancaster) Ruby started to notice boys and certain blond leader of team JNPR. She want it and she will take it. But her lack of ability to flirt is more apparent the more aggressive she become with her attempt at "seducing" Jaune

Ruby: Hm? What's this? (Picks up binoculars off dresser) Was somebody birdwatching? (Uses binoculars) Hey, I can see into that building! Yeah, there's Cardin, Ren, Neptune, Sun, and they're all... taking their shirts off. I-I shouldn't be looking! But... maybe just a peek.

Sun: Great game today, guys! Now let's hurry up and shower! I've got a hot date tonight with Blake.

Neptune: At the library.

Sun: I should still smell my best, right? After all, who knows what might happen~?

Ren: Reading.

Neptune: I'm taking Weiss to that ice cream shop downtown. Last I heard, they had chocolate sprinkles the size of my thumb!

Cardin: Hey, where's Jaune? Is he still putting the equipment away?

Ren: He'll be here. Why are you so concerned with him?

Cardin: What, can't a guy be worried about his friends.

Ren: Yes, they can, but not you with Jaune.

Cardin: Easy! Jaune made it very clear not to mess with you guys. Right, boys? (CRDL chuckle) See? No ill intentions. Just guys being guys.

Ruby: So many muscles~. Mm, I wonder if I could join them~? (Ponders) Nah, they'd just say gross and tell me to get out. Like, what guy would ever want to shower with a girl?

Jaune: (Panting) Is there still a shower open?

Cardin: Sorry, Jauney-boy, you snooze, you lose.

Jaune: Dang.

Ren: If you'd like, you take my place Jaune.

Jaune: I'm good, Ren. Go ahead and take your time. (Takes off his shirt) Anybody know how they did on the exam last week?

Sun: Not yet. Word is they'll be posted tomorrow.

Neptune: They also said that yesterday.

Ren: And last Friday, they said they'd be posted on Monday.

Jaune: (In just a towel) I get it. I'm just worried that I didn't do so hot.

Ruby: Oh my god, Jaune is so hot~! When did he get so... muscley~?

Cardin: (Puts his arm around Jaune) Relax, Jaune. It's not that big of a deal. If you don't make it this summer, there's always next- FALL! (Pushes Jaune)

Dove: (Snags Jaune's towel) YOINK!

Jaune: (Looks down, Covers himself) What the hell, Cardin?!

Cardin: Relax, Jauney-Boy, it's just us guys! It's not like there are any girls here to laugh at you.

Ren: (Looks Jaune up and down) Not that they'd have anything to laugh about.

Jaune: Guys, knock it off! (Takes back his towel)

Russel: Chill out, man!

Sky: Yeah, it was just a prank!

Cardin: I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

Ruby: (Sets down binoculars, Licks her lips predatorily) Now I want more~.

Later

Ruby: Hey, Jaune, can I see your penis?

Jaune: (Spit-takes) WHAT?!

Ruby: It's, uh, for science!

Jaune: What science?!

Ruby: ...Chemistry?

Jaune: ...No.

Ruby: What if I showed you mine? It would make us even!

Jaune: Ruby, I don't want to see-

Ruby: (Opens pants) See?

Jaune: ACK! (Covers his eyes) I said no!

Ruby: If I said you had a beautiful body, would you show me your penis?

Jaune: No, and that's not even how it goes.

Ruby: Well, how does it go?

Jaune: It goes, if I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it- Ohohoho no! Not today, Ruby! Not! To! Day! (Storms off)

Ruby: Wait, Jaune! I really don't know how the saying goes! Jaune?! JAUNE?!

Ruby: I bet it's dumb looking anyways. Like really ugly and small.

Jaune: It is. You're not missing out.

Ruby: Well how do you know?

Jaune: ...Ruby.

Ruby: ...Okay, yeah, that was dumb for me to say.

Ruby: Hey, Jaune, about that penis-?

Jaune: Alright, that does it! Ruby Rose, look at me and listen when I tell you this. I. Am not. Showing. You. My. Penis! Do you understand?

Ruby: But what if-?

Jaune: No! Not even then! (Sighs) Look, I understand you're curious, but this isn't healthy. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you because of some dumb obsession you have, okay? I'm not going to show you my penis, okay?

Ruby: (Sighs) Okay, I understand.

Jaune: Hug on it?

Ruby: (Smiles) Hug on it. (They hug, Thinking) Damn it! I'm so close! But... I don't want to lose Jaune. But I need to see it! Argh! What do I do?

Jaune: (Lets go) I'm glad we got this figured out. You still coming to Cardin's party tonight?

Ruby: Sure thing! I can't let my bestie go alone! (Thinking) And I can't let that penis out of my sight. Not after I got so close!

After The Party

Ruby: (Peeks at Jaune sleeping on the couch, Thinking) You're mine...

Jaune: (Snoring loudly as he sleeps, Legs spread wide)

Ruby: (At his zipper, Gulping) This is it... The finale... Endgame...

Jaune: Mm, Ruby?

Ruby: (Freezes)

Jaune: Hmhm... Ruby... Besties...

Ruby: I'm so close! I'm so close, and I just need to grab his fly and... And...

Jaune: (Smiles) Ruby...

Ruby: (Lays her head next to his hips) I can't do this! He's my bestie, and besties don't do this to each other! I just can't! I-

Cardin: Well, well, well, look what we have here, boys?

Ruby: (Lights come on, Freezes)

Cardin: A pervert at my party. Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: (Shoots up) I'm up, I'm up! What's-? Ruby? What are you doing here?

Ruby: I... I, uh...

Cardin: What are you doing, Ruby? All the girls are in the guest room. Don't tell me you're... trying to touch Jaune!

Ruby: N-No! That's not it at all!

Cardin: Jaune told me all about your weird obsession with his dick, but to see it in action. Such a disgrace... Isn't that right, boys?

Dove: What a pervert!

Sky: So inappropriate!

Russel: Deception~!

Cardin: Who knew Ruby Rose was such a pervert? Does Yang know? Or daddy?

Ruby: N-No... Please, no, don't-!

Cardin: Or maybe I should call the cops? After all, this is technically a felony.

Ruby: (Tears welling) Please...

Cardin: Such a pervy, little- JAUNE, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!

Ruby: Huh? (Turns, Sees Jaune's schlong, his pork sword, his meat knife, his tally-whacker, his little Jaune, his Mr. Jaune-son, his dick, his scrote, his trouser snake, his wang, his ding-dong, his cock, his pretty huge-) PENIS~!!!

Jaune: I warned you before Cardin, now I'm going to kick your ass, dick swinging free!

Cardin: Dude, cover your- (Clocked by Jaune)

Jaune: YOU FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS, YOU FUCK WITH ME! (Turns back to Ruby) You okay, Ruby?

Ruby: Wow~! So this is a penis~!

Jaune: (Blushing) H-Hey, look, but don't touch!

Ruby: How does it work, what is that thing, and why not~?!

Jaune: Er, in order, I'll tell you later, I'll tell you later, and because I don't want Yang getting wind of this.

Yang: Too late.

Jaune: Uh, Y-Yang! I can explain!

Yang: Put your pants back on.

Jaune: Y-Yes, ma'am!

Yang: And you, what the hell is going on? What's this I hear about a penis obsession?

Ruby: It's not just a penis obsession! (Hugs Jaune's arm while he's pulling up his pants) Just Jaune's~!

Jaune: (Gulps)

Yang: (Sigh) You are one weird sister. And you, (Smirks) nice cock.

Jaune: Uh, thanks?

Ruby: (Snuggles closer)

[kaunis-sielu]

Doggos

You loved your dog, your golden retriever named Blue but sometimes you could swear that he was a shit just for the hell of it. He’s been driving you absolutely up the wall today. First he’d woken you up far too early, on a weekend acceptable get up time was after 9:30 but apparently Blue had decided that 8:15 was late enough and you’d woken to a slobbery lick to your face. Honestly, pretty gross.

Then he’d barked through almost your entire shower, which was rude but not as rude as him trying to actually get in the shower with you.

Then he’d wanted to play, you’re pretty sure that he took out every single toy in his toy basket and dropped them at your feet while you tried to make breakfast. You’d tripped over them more than once and stubbed a toe on one of the bones.

“Okay. Oh my god you adorable pain in the ass. Let’s go to the dog park.” You tell him and he bounds to his leash. You tug your shoes on then put on his harness and clip the leash to it. Then it’s off to the dog park you go, Blue doesn’t pull too much just enough where you walk at almost a jog to get you to the dog park.

Once you’re inside the fenced area you let him off the leash and he takes off running. You follow at a slower pace but Blue always comes back to check in with you before running off again.

At one point Blue finds another golden retriever and come sprinting over to you barking happily. The other dog flings themself against your legs nearly toppling you to the ground. You laugh as you bury your fingers in their fur.

“Lib! I’m so sorry.” A male voice calls, you look up and are astounded by the man in front of you. He’s gotta be a model or something, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a blue workout shirt that clings to his torso like a second skin and a pair of dark blue workout pants.

“It’s fine.” You tell him with a smile, “what’s their name?”

“Steve.” He says and you’re confused, you could’ve sworn he called the dog Lib.

“How old is he?”

“What?”

“Your dog.” You say as you watch the two chase each other around.

“She, Libby is 3.”

“Oh sorry, I thought you said your dog’s name was Steve.”

“Oh. Um no I’m Steve.” He says and you glance up at him with a smile, his ears are turning red and god it’s adorable. You introduce yourself,

“And that is Blue.” You tell him, “He’s also 3. He just turned 3 last week.”

“No way,” Steve sounds surprised, “So did Libby. On Tuesday.”

“What? Blue too! Could they be from the same litter?”

“Totally possible, I got her from Nebula.”

“Me too!” You’re stunned, you’ve just found Blue’s sister and her super hot dad. “No wonder they get along so well.”

“We should trade numbers. So we can meet up here and let them play more often. If you’re comfortable with that.” He adds quickly.

“That would be great.” You tell him before digging your phone out of your pocket. You unlock it and pass it to him as he passes you his phone then you type in your name and number before handing it back.

You let Blue and Libby play for over an hour before you say goodbye to Steve and head home.

He texts you on Thursday.

You wanna meet up at the dog park this weekend?

You check your calendar before texting back what time you’re able to and he sends back a thumbs up emoji.

While the dogs play you talk, you get to know him and fall hard. You’ve been meeting for over two months when you get caught in a storm. You invite Steve back to your house since you’re closer and when you get back you let both dogs into the house first. Thankfully you’d closed the mud room door so when they both shake it’s not the worst thing in the world.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Steve says and you laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got some towels and we can towel them down,” you glance up at him and see he’s drenched so you know you probably are too. “Then we can towel us down.”

“Sounds good.” He gives you a smile and you grab a couple of your dog towels, you toss him one and start rubbing down Blue. You finish by wiping his paws and then throw the towel into the sink before grabbing towels for you and Steve.

“Thanks Darlin’.” He says with a smile and your heart stops with the way Darlin’ rolled off his tongue. You didn’t know one word would completely floor you.

“Do you want me to see if I have anything to change into? I’m gonna change.”

“Maybe just a shirt?”

“Sure, I should have a sweatshirt or something, just toss your stuff into the dryer.” You tell him opening the door, “make yourself comfortable.” You tell him as you make your way through the house to your room. You change then dig in your closet for something you think will fit Steve. You find one of your dad’s sweatshirts that you’d stolen years ago and figure it’ll do fine. When you go back out into the main part of your house you freeze, god he’s cut like a fucking Greek god.

“I think this should fit.” You tell him handing him the sweatshirt before throwing your own wet clothes into the dryer with his and turning it on.

When you turn around you catch Steve staring at you. You can feel your heart pounding as he moves slowly toward you.

“Darlin’ can I kiss you?” He whispers when he’s only a step away, you nod. His lips descend on yours as his fingers delve into your wet hair. It’s exactly what you’d hoped it would be, he sends goosebumps along your flesh and you moan softly into the kiss giving him access to your mouth.

The bark causes you to rip away from him. Both Libby and Blue are staring at you with wagging tails and tongues hanging out of their mouths.

“Excuse you.” Steve says not letting you go, “but we’re a bit busy here. Go play.” Neither dog moves and you laugh softly into his chest.

“A plus listeners we’ve got here.” You laugh, “Blue, go away.” You tell him and with a huff he turns and goes to his bed.

“That’s handy.” Steve says before snapping and pointing from Libby to the bed where Blue is. She too huffs and makes her way over to the bed and curls up with Blue.

“Now,” Steve murmurs, “Where were we?”

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[rodr1cks]

Heather Hills | 2.5k

part two

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

warnings: noncon touching (our ass gets grabbed), swearing, smut, heather is a huge bitch

Tonight was the night. You picked out a black silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. You looked... nice? Nicer than usual, at least.

Still, your mood was melancholy, you weren’t too excited to watch Rodrick drool over Heather all night. Despite this, you put on a smile and met Rodrick outside.

His band members, Rowley, and Greg were crowded together in the back. They always left the passenger seat to you, such gentlemen. As soon as you opened the door you were bombarded with wolf whistles and crude remarks from his cronies. “Rodrick if you don’t tap that I will!” The guitarist exclaimed while eyeing you up and down.

“Guys, guys stop, please,” Rodrick seemed a little unnerved by the banter. After that, the van was silent all the way to the party.

Upon arrival, you began to unpack the van, unloading equipment. “Hey, hey, hey, pretty girl like you doesn’t need to do the heavy lifting,” the guitarist said to you as he winked. He always went out of his way to make you uncomfortable. You laughed a bit to appease him, then walked away.

Gross.

The band was set up and Rodrick was clearly nervous.

“You don’t understand, y/n. This has to be perfect.”

You knew the importance of this going well but you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to. On one hand, he could get Heather Hills, the girl of his dreams. On the other hand, he’d be crushed. Poor Rodrick has already taken enough beatings from the girls at your school.

“I know, you’ll be great, though,” you were unsure of that statement.

“You always know what to say.”

He walked away, ready to start the set of a lifetime.

The guitarist approached you again. “Wish me luck sexy,” he whispered and smacked your ass playfully. You gasped, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

Just brush it off, you’re okay. You need to enjoy the show.

You tried not to think about his pathetic little mustache and the giant pimple that sat squarely between his eyebrows.

Why did Rodrick hang out with such scum?

The first notes of the song rang through the tent. Rodrick was… singing? Heather Hills did not look amused. Panicking, Rodrick signaled to Greg, “FULL DIAPER!”

Dear god.

Banners unfurled and cannons sounded. It was a complete disaster. Somehow the chocolate fountain went haywire and coated half the crowd with liquid chocolate, including Heather. Shit. Rodrick was done for.

Everybody pitched in with loading the van and you were out of there in no time. You feared Heather would’ve killed the lot of you if you lingered any longer. Greg and Rowley were the only passengers this time. You and Rodrick were in the front seat, not speaking.

“Rodrick, can I tell you something?”

You knew Greg and Rowley were caught up in their own conversation but you didn’t want to risk them overhearing, so you whispered. Rodrick nodded.

“Your guitarist, h-he uhm, he kind of touched me before your set.” Rodrick’s eyes widened. “Where?” he asked you sternly. “He kind of grabbed my ass.” You looked down, embarrassed. “Great, now Heather hates me and I’m short a guitarist.”

On the way back to Rodrick’s, you passed a gas station and you asked him to pull over.

“Rodrick let me out at this gas station, pretty please!”

He groaned and pulled into the lot. You ran in and made a beeline for the fridges in the back.

Where is it, where is it, ah!

Mint chip and cookie dough, both your favorites. You checked out and ran back to the van. Rodrick looked over, delighted when he saw your purchases. “He ruffled your hair and muttered a thank you. You smiled, “And that’s not all,” you pulled out two candy bars for the chocolate coated fugitives in the back.

Rodrick parked on the street in front of The Heffley household.

“Alright, everybody out!”

Greg and Rowley filed out as did you. Rodrick stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” He nodded at you, “I have something to take care of first. Put the ice cream in the freezer and take a shower. Get that chocolate off of you.” He gestured at your hair and face which were coated in chocolate.

What could he need to do right now? Probably off to find Heather Hills and beg for her highness’ forgiveness.

You did as he said and borrowed his shower for a bit. You felt instant relief as the warm water trickled down your shoulders, chocolate melting away along with your stress. After your shower, you grabbed one of Rodrick’s t-shirts.

Lending you a shirt was the least he could do, considering the hell he’d put you through.

What a fucking night it’s been.

You sat around for a bit, awaiting Rodrick’s return. You heard the door swing open downstairs. He walked up the stairs to his room, ice cream pints in hand. You smiled at him before your gaze lingered down to his knuckles.

“Holy shit, Rodrick. What the fuck did you do?”

He looked down, “Well you told me what my guitarist did to you and I- I couldn’t help it. He needed to know what he did was out of line.”

Your jaw dropped, “So you what? Broke his nose?” He rolled his eyes at your theatrics, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Had Rodrick really beat somebody up for you?

“So are we gonna eat this ice cream or what?”

You both sat on Rodricks couch, limbs entangled, eating your ice cream. He looked over at you, “Switch?” You shrugged, passing him your mint chip and grabbing his cookie dough. For the next half hour, you both sat in silence, processing the night’s events.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Heather.”

“Y’know, y/n, I realized something while I was performing. Heather Hills wasn’t by the stage cheering me on, Heather Hills doesn’t go out of her way to be kind to my family, Heather Hills wouldn’t look that good that tiny black bikini of yours,” Rodrick smirked, “and most importantly, Heather Hills didn’t buy me my favorite ice cream to make me feel better. Heather Hills doesn’t care for me like you do.”

You weren’t really processing everything. Was he hitting on you? Or flirting or… He cut your thoughts short by grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. “Woah what are you-“ He shushed you and grabbed your ice cream from your hand, setting it on the table.

Rodrick grabbed your hands, halting your mindless fiddling. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how good you are to me earlier, y/n. I know that probably made you feel like dog shit.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, it did. But, you know now?” He placed one of his large hands on your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your face gently, “Yeah, pretty girl, I do.”

Pretty girl. Your stomach churned and your face turned bright red. Rodrick leaned in slowly and gently kissed you. His lips felt heavenly, they were soft and warm and better than you could’ve imagined. “God I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into you ever since I saw you in that little bathing suit.”

His voice was low and guttural, nothing like you’d heard before. This was a new Rodrick and you had no idea how to react, all you could do was sit there and stutter helplessly.

You could melt. Was this really happening? You had to check.

“Is this really happening?”

You felt him smile. He licked a stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, “You tell me.” You moaned quietly as his grasp on your waist tightened.

“How long have you wanted this, y/n? Wanted me?”

Your stomach clenched at his words, might as well tell the truth. “Since sophomore year. I-I went to one of your gigs and you didn’t see me” His hand moved to your breast and you sucked in a breath. “You looked so good on stage, I knew I wanted your hands all over me,” you managed to gasp out.

“I knew you were there,” he said matter-of-factly. You froze. “I told my mom, part of why she likes you so much, thinks you’re supportive of me or something.”

Is he serious, this is humiliating.

“I remember what you were wearing, too. A little red dress, you stood out. Never knew the neighbor girl cleaned up so nice until that night.”

He must’ve sensed your embarrassment, “Hey, it’s okay, no need to be shy.” You eased up a little bit, your hands finding his hair and gently pulling. “Atta girl.”

As things got more heated, he got more eager. At one point he looked up at you, silently asking for permission to remove your shirt. You nodded, laughing at him, “A gentleman, I see.” He made stern eye contact with you,

“I don’t have to be.”

He tore your (his) shirt over your head and stopped when he found you were wearing nothing underneath.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

You wanted his shirt off too, along with everything else. You wanted to see him, feel him. You made quick work of removing his t-shirt and discarding it on the floor behind you.

You could feel his hard on through your panties and it was driving you insane. “Rodrick,” you panted, “I need you, please.”

The hand he was using to roll your nipple between his fingers moved to your clit and rubbed gentle circles over it. “Since you asked so nicely,” he grinned.

Your hand flew on top of his and he winced. “Oh shit, right, your hand! I’m so so-,” he flipped you onto your back and stood up from the couch. Your stomach dropped before you understood what he was doing. He fought with his belt for a moment before pulling it off and sliding his jeans and boxers off.

Christ he’s big.

He resumed his position on the couch and began stroking his cock while hovering above you. He leaned down to kiss your collar bone sweetly.

You muttered one last plea before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”

God there he goes again.

You arched your back up in response, letting out a small sigh of desperation. This was all so new, you had no idea Rodrick could be so… well spoken?

Rodrick took a deep breath as he bottomed out. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Fucking Christ. He split you in half with ease, groaning as he rolled his hips against you.

“R-Rodrick?” He muttered something indistinct in response. “Is this your first time?” He looked kind of embarrassed. “Yeah, uh, it is, yes.” Part of you was happy it was his first time. The other part of you felt bad for him. You knew that if girls would’ve just given him a chance, they’d see how incredible he was-

You were torn from your thoughts by Rodrick pulling out and slamming back into your willing body. You nearly screamed. He continued at an absolutely brutal pace.

“Jesus christ, Rodrick, never knew you could do this,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.

He smirked down at you before pulling out, grabbing your hips, and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. Your head was pressed sideways against the arm of the couch but you didn’t care. Rodrick quickly got back to work, fucking you to the beginnings of your orgasm.

“Rodrick, I’m gonna-“ He grabbed your hair and yanked hard so your back was against his chest,

“Cum on my cock.”

That was all it took, you were gone, shaking and pulsing around him.

After a few more strokes, Rodrick was gone, too. He was grabbing your ass and grinding his hips against you as he finished.

Gently, he pulled out. He rubbed a hand over your ass and admired your raw, red skin.

You rolled back over, panting. “My god, y/n, how did I live without this for so long?” You smiled lazily at the ceiling. He kissed you, clearly spent. You both sat on his couch, heavy panting filling the room.

Rodrick looked over at you, “Ice cream?” He stuck the cup filled with melted sludge in your direction. You put your hand up in protest, “No thank you.” He shrugged, “More for me.” Roderick slurped the melted treat from his spoon. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

God, Heather would despise this man.

“You know Heather slapped Rowley, right?”

“What? no way?” Rodrick laughed.

“She sure did. Don’t worry though, Rowley got to eat chocolate off of Madison.”

You both spent a moment laughing to yourselves.

You were absolutely satisfied, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, on Rodrick’s ratty couch.

“Let’s get you to bed y/n.”

“But I don’t wanna go home, Rodrick!” You whined.

“Who said anything about you going home?”

“Y/n, Mom’s at a writing seminar with Manny and Dad’s at some civil war retreat thing.”

Was he inviting you to stay the night? “Call your mom, tell her you’re with your friend… uh… Heather.”

Giggling, you did just that. “Wait a minute, your parents left you alone with Greg?” He swatted at you playfully, giving you a goofy glare.

Rodrick stood up and offered out his hand. You decided to be cocky and deny his help. In your attempt to stand up, you stumbled, nearly eating shit.

“Woah, woah, easy there tiger,” Rodrick said snarkily, grabbing your waist before you hit the ground. You hadn’t expected to be so unstable.

“Alright, do you want my shirt back, gorgeous?” You nodded sleepily.

He grabbed the previously discarded shirt from the ground and slipped it over your head. He then pushed your hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

Rodrick led you over to his bed. It was a twin but you guys would make it work.

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a rag. “C’mere sweetheart. You turned to face him slowly as he sat down on the bed. He began tenderly wiping between your thighs.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he mused. Out of instinct, you looked away from him. “I mean it, y/n.”

He climbed into bed with you, his lanky limbs making comfort difficult.

“There we go,” he sighed after you both finally found a comfortable position. You closed your eyes and Rodrick began tracing lines over your lightly clothed back. You could hear the summer rain pattering against his window and you sighed out, completely satisfied.

Nearly asleep, you noticed something in the corner of Rodrick’s room. His black and white one star’s with tire marks plastered over them. You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself.

Heather fucking Hills.

+ literally don’t even speak to me about the grammar or the poorly written smut. act like you do not see it ty. and please send me rq’s!!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Honey, I’m Home

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: You’re not a normally an affectionate person but when Tom comes home from filming, you can’t keep your hands off him. He happily accepts your cuddles and fluff ensues

thank you to the anon who requested this! I deleted it on accident 

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“Honey, I’m home.”

“Honey, you’re home.” You ran into the room when you heard Tom’s announcement and threw your arms around Him. He stumbled back in surprise as he dropped his suitcase, not used to you showing affection. He wrapping his arms around your waist as you coiled your legs around his torso to keep yourself up, all while pressing kisses along his cheek. You pulled away briefly before grinning and pulling him into a long, well awaited kiss. It lingered much longer than usual before you pulled away, staying in his arms as your feet touched the ground again.

“Hi, darling.” He spoke softly as he rubbed your back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” You said as you took in his scent. “Never leave again.”

“I missed you most.” He smiled fondly, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I seriously doubt it.” You chuckled out of the corner of your mouth. Tom noticed you were still holding on to him and flushed a little. You’d hadn’t been dating very long, just a few months, but he was already well aware that you were not a very affectionate person. You were never cold to him, you just weren’t as into cuddling and touching as he was.

“What have you done today?” He asked you, keeping his arms firmly around your body.

“I’ve waited for you to come home.” You laughed. “And that’s about it.”

“Aw.” He grinned. “I’ve been counting down the minutes until I got to see you again.”

“Me too.” You leaned up on your tip toes to rub your nose against his. “Take me with you next time, okay?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He smiled and pulled you in to a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” You pouted as Tom began to walk away, feeling the urge to follow after him.

“The bathroom.” He told you, and you relaxed. “I’ve been in the car for four hours.”

“Oh.” You laughed lightly. “Right.”

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead before going to the bathroom. You sighed once he left and wheeled his suitcase into the bedroom, finding him washing his hands at the kitchen sink when you returned.

“There you are.” You came behind him and kissed his shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” He touched a hand to his stomach. “Do we have any food in the refrigerator?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged coyly. “Take a look.”

Tom gave you a knowing look before opening the refrigerator.

“Oh My God.” He looked at you over his shoulder. “You angel. You got the ingredients for a roast chicken.”

“Not just any roast chicken.” You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s that weird one you like with the apples on it. I was gonna make it for when you got home but I figured we could do it together.”

“You’re a genius.” He turned around and kisses both your cheeks. That’s why I love you.”

“I aim to please.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him. You let it linger longer than usual, but he wasn’t complaining.

“This is going to be so good.” Tom grinned once he pulled away. “I’ll start peeling the apples. Could you get started on the seasoning?”

“You got it.” You kissed him again before getting the chicken out of the refrigerator.

Tom went to the kitchen counter and began to wash and peel a few apples. After a few minutes, he felt your arms around his waist as your head rested on his shoulder.

“Hi.” You greeted as you kissed his shoulder a few times. Tom smiled to himself as he looked at you.

“Hey.” He said softly. “How’s the seasoning going?”

“All done. The chicken is marinating in it now.” You told him before peppering kisses along his shoulders and up his neck.

“Feels good, baby.” He mumbled as he stopped peeling the apples. He wiped his hands off on a paper towel and rested them on on top of yours.

“Well you’re doing such a wonderful job peeling those apples.” You giggled before kissing behind his ear.

“They’re almost done.” He told you. “What’s next?”

“We have to make the rice.” You said as you walked over to the cabinet.

“But we don’t eat rice.” He smiled, knowing what was coming.

“We eat quinoa.” You finished his thought as you handed him the quinoa. Tom chuckled as he took the quinoa and poured it into a pot.

“Hey.” You said suddenly, walking over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you. I missed seeing your face everyday.”

“I missed you too, love. It’s not a good day for me unless my eyes meet yours.” He rested his forehead against yours as you scratched his scalp with your nails.

“Who knew you were such a poet?”

“Being away from you really put me in touch with my inner tortured artist. In other words, I cried every night.” He joked, making you laugh.

“Never leave me again.” You sighed as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You swayed together in the kitchen for a moment, just staying in each other’s embrace.

“Not planning on it. I think you’re stuck with me forever, actually.” Tom told you as he kissed the top of your head.

“Sounds good to me.” You pressed a kiss to his neck just as your timer went off.

“Chickens ready to go in the oven.” You sighed and reluctantly pulled out of his embrace.

“I’ll put it in.” He offered. “How long?”

“30 minutes.” You answered.

“Okay.” Tom slid the chicken in the oven and shut the door. “I’m gonna unpack a little.”

“By unpack do you mean throw all your clothes in the hamper?” You raised on eyebrow at him as you squeezed his hand.

“Yes I do.” He pulled you by the hand into his body and gave you another kiss before retreating to the bedroom. You watched him leave before going to set the table, smiling widely when he came back into the kitchen.

“Hi honey.” You greeted as you set two plates on the table. “Did you unpack?”

“Yes. I’ll help you with the laundry tomorrow.” Tom promised, going to the oven to get the chicken out.

“Thank you.” You said as you set the drinks out. “I just want to sleep in and have a lazy day.”

“Trust me. Once I get in that bed with you I’m not leaving for a week.” Tom clicked his tongue as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Dirty boy.” You gasped as you sat down. Once you were both seated, you rubbed your foot against his leg just to keep contact.

“I meant for cuddles.” He whined, face flushing. “You’re very cuddly today.”

“Why thank you.” You gave him a poised smile while serving him some chicken.

“I’m not used to it.” He continued, trying to get an answer as to why you were especially clingy. “I know I’m a lover of snuggles and whatnot but you usually react like a cat being touched.”

“Aw. Just what every girl likes to hear.” You replied sarcastically as you held his hand on the table.

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand apologetically. “It’s a nice change.”

“Well I missed you.” You shrugged. “I didn’t get to touch you for two weeks. I’ve been building it up, you know?”

“I know the feeling. And the chicken was amazing.” Tom said as he wiped his face with his napkin. “Thank you so much for getting the stuff.”

“Of course. You work so hard. I wanted you to have a nice meal.” Your told him as you collected your plates. You kissed the top of his head before putting the dishes in the sink.

“I appreciate it.” He said as he turned around in his seat. “And I appreciate you putting my favorite sheets on the bed. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You walked over to him and draped your arms around his shoulder as you bent over.

“I’ll put the comforter in the dryer before we go to bed so it’s nice and toasty.” You whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek several times.

“How did I get so lucky?” He craned his neck to look at you fondly.

“I ask myself that everyday.” You kissed his neck and patted his shoulder before continuing to clean off the table.

“I’m gonna shower real quick.” Tom told you as he put the cups in the sink. “I feel gross form traveling all day.”

“Okay.” You frowned a little upon hearing he was going to be leaving again. Before he walked away, you tugged on his shirt and kissed him. He chuckled against your lips when he pulled away and let out a sigh.

“You really missed me, huh?” He teased.

“You have no idea.” You sighed. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” He promised as he left for the bathroom. He showered quickly, also feeling the tug at his heartstrings from being away from you. He dried off and got dressed as fast as he could before taking a seat in the living room.

“Hey.” Tom smiled up at you when you padded into the room. You climbed into his lap and curled up against his body, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to stay in place.

“Hey.” You snuggled into his chest and took in a whiff. “You smell good.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled and rubbed your back in circles.

“Did you clean behind your ears?” You teased as you looked up at him.

“I did.”

“Good.” You looked down again and held him tighter. “They’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Hey.” He pretended to be offended, smiling when he felt your body shake with laughter.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you toyed with the strings of his sweat pants. “Just teasing.”

“Are you okay?” Tom asked finally. As much as he appreciated all your affection, it was very out of character for you.

“Yeah.” You assured him. “Just missed you, is all.”

“You’re never this affectionate.” He pointed out. “Is something bothering you?”

“No.” You said and took your head off his shoulder. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“No!” Tom practically shouted and pulled you right back. “I like it. I love it, actually.”

He bent down to press kisses all over your face, a giggle emitted from your lips each time he did. Once your laughter died down, you looked up at him and stroked his cheek.

“Does it bother you that I’m not an affectionate person?” You whispered as you traces his freckles with your fingernail.

“I mean, I’d love to be doing this all day every day, but I want you to be comfortable. That’s more important to me than anything else.” He told you. “My love language is touch but yours isn’t, and I’m okay with that.”

You smiled fondly at him and sat up a little so your faces were close.

“Tommy?” You asked softly.

“Yes?” He matched your tone.

“This was the first time you were away, and it made me realize something.”

“What’s that?” He tilted his head as the setting sun lit up his eyes.

“I love you.” You smiled shyly as you told him. “And I don’t like being apart from you.”

“Aw, darling.” He put his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb softly against your face. “I love you too.”

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[fernweh-writes]

Hey... ehhh... me again...👀

Like, I just got a real bad sunburn because I was with my BFF in her pool for like 5h without sunprotection, and the sunburn I got because Of it is like for real straight up Painfull as shit so I thought how would the slasher react to their S/O getting a really bad sunburn and how would they help her??

So yeah sorry if I should annoy you with my requests👉👈

This is a very cute idea but also please wear sunscreen. Those UV rays are no joke bestie. If you got a green thumb, or even don’t, aloe plants are also great investments. Please stay safe luv!

-Fern

Slashers x S/O With A Sunburn

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t get sun burnt all that often. He keeps all of his skin covered when he is outside and the rest of his time is spent indoors. Although he does remember getting sunburns when he was younger and remembers that they were not fun. So he does his best to help, but doesn’t really know how.

It’s Michael and of course he’s always curious, especially about pain. Sorry y/n, he is going to poke your sunburn to see how you’ll react.

However, he does bring you a lot of water to make sure you stay hydrated. He may not know how to treat a sunburn but he does know being in the sun that long can cause dehydration.

Michael would also be amused by how red you get if you’re pale. He is also grossed out by your skin peeling when you start to heal. You look like a shedding reptile and he is not a fan.

Bo Sinclair

Literally will not shut up about how you should know to wear sunscreen or avoid being in the sun for that long. Simultaneously calls sunscreen “bitch spray” though.

Bo is more than willing to help you rub aloe on the places you can’t reach though. We all know he’s perverted and loves to make dirty jokes so it’s perfect for him. “You know, you didn’t need an excuse for me to touch ya darlin’, you coulda just asked.”

Picks at you when the cold gel makes you hiss and flinch away. Bo would also be the one who wouldn’t use enough aloe so him touching your skin feels like hell.

Would 100% try to sneak his hands from your back further down to your ass. If he’s gonna spend time helping you he expects to be paid with a handful of ass.

Vincent Sinclair

Honestly, Vincent has probably forgotten what a sunburn feels like. He rarely ever leaves the house, or even the basement, so he hasn’t been outside long enough to get burnt.

Pities you and how miserable you look squirming around trying to keep your clothes from touching you. Would let you take the sheet off of the bed and just wrap it around you.

He’s the closest thing Ambrose has to a doctor and is the most capable of helping you. Makes sure to keep aloe on your skin and constantly reminds you to drink water.

Don’t get me wrong, Vincent really does pity you but when you hop in the shower and holler he can’t help but laugh to himself. You knew better than to just hop right in like that.

Thomas Hewitt

Wouldn’t be much help with the healing part but he does take over your chores so that you can rest and heal. A sunburn that bad definitely brings some exhaustion along with it.

Luda Mae knows plenty of home remedies and is very familiar with all sorts of ailments the Texas heat inflicts. She’ll have you feeling better in no time.

Hoyt would definitely try and smack your sunburn. Death glares from Tommy and threats from Luda Mae are the only things saving you. He knows Thomas would kill him so he does his best to not.

Thomas would feel bad that he can’t help you out much. Would also be embarrassed to find you wearing little to no clothing since clothes are very uncomfortable. He would freak out and be very flustered.

Brahms Heelshire

Watches you suffer.

If you had followed the rules and not left the house y/n, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place now would it? But no, you just had to neglect the rules AND the meticulous schedule he had so carefully crafted. How rude.

After watching you for a little bit though Brahms begins to feel bad for you. You look so sad and miserable trying so hard to get comfortable and failing. He watches you try and fail to sleep much that night and lets you rest for a little bit but that’s the most you’re going to get from him.

He definitely isn’t going to complain if you decide to not wear clothes around your room. It’s a better view for him to watch through the walls and he is definitely going to enjoy the show. And you sleep on top of the covers? Maybe he should let you get sunburnt more often.

Billy Loomis

You want him to rub aloe on your back? Oh no worries, he’ll do your whole body for you. No really y/n, he insists, please let him rub his hands all over you.

He really does feel bad for you, he just does a bad job of showing it. Billy won’t do much unless you specifically ask him to. But he does make sure you stay hydrated after being out in the sun.

He will turn the shower on for you and make sure that the water is anything but hot. Also makes sure the water pressure isn’t turned up so the water cannot attack your burned skin.

Refers to your peeling as shedding and is very grossed out by it. Don’t shed on his furniture, or his clothes, or his anything. Keep your skin to yourself please.

Stu Macher

Goes out and buys any and every aloe product he can find. He doesn’t want to see you in pain.

That being said he does seem to enjoy poking your sunburn. If you ask, he couldn’t tell you why. Maybe he just enjoys seeing you in mild pain, who knows.

Is more than okay with rubbing aloe on your back but he puts on way to much no it’s going to take forever to dry. His genius idea is for you to sit in front of a fan but then you just freeze. RIP y/n, you can’t win.

Stays by your side and fetches anything you need so that you don’t have to move after you finally found a way to sit or lay that is comfortable and doesn’t hurt.

Jesse Cromeans

He wouldn’t let you get burnt in the first place. Jesse watches you any time you’re outside and constantly reminds you to put on sunscreen. If he can’t be with you, you’ll receive constant reminders to reapply sunscreen when it’s time.

Also invests in really good sunscreen that won’t come off in the water. That way, you can swim in peace and not worry about getting burnt while in the water.

If you do happen to get burnt, don’t worry he buys top of the line aloe products and helps you apply it all over. You also won’t have to worry about the sheets rubbing and scratching you since he once again buys only the best of the best.

Makes sure you drink plenty of water as well. He can’t have you getting dehydrated and passing out on him. Not like he wouldn’t pay for one of those IV bags even if you did.

Asa Emory

It would take you getting burnt once for him to become over protective. He’ll constantly remind you to wear sunscreen but overall just tries to keep you out of the sun.

Don’t make him have to lock you in that hotel so that you can’t get sunburnt. Asa won’t hesitate to do so if he feels that it is necessary. After all, he has to keep his most prized piece of his collection in good condition.

This man is a sadist. He enjoys using your sunburn to inflict more pain upon you. Don’t think he won’t degrade you for “not knowing how to take care of yourself.”

Honestly it just furthers his belief that you need him to protect you and keep you safe. You’re pathetic, you can’t even stop yourself from getting sunburnt. What would you ever do without him to keep you safe?

[bteezxyewriter12]

Player/ 16

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 3.3k

Includes- Sex with "player" San, rough sex, sex from behind, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, missionary, daddy kink, slut/whore kink, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff, alludes to shower sex

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J POV

Opening my eyes, I lift my head, wanting San's arms around me

He's not here

I sit up, rubbing my eyes, confused

He doesn't have work today

I don't have work either

So where is he?

The door opens, San coming inside

And my mouth drops seeing him naked in the sunlight

My god he's even hotter than I thought so last night

"Did I wake you up? Sorry baby, I just went to the bathroom"

I don't answer, just starting at his body

Fuck, even soft his cock is huge

He is a fucking god

And he's mine

"Naekkeo are you ok?"

"Uh-huh", I nod

"Uh ok"

He starts making his way back to the bed but before he gets back into it, I stop him

He raises his eyebrow at me

"Give me player San", I smirk

Looking at his body has me so horny and I want him to be rough

He looks at me confused, "What?"

"Last night I had my Sannie and it was the best night of my life", I tell him softly, holding his hand, "But now I wanna see how player San would fuck me if I had said yes to you when you hit on me"

"Are you sure?", he asks, not sure

I nod

I want to know how he used to fuck

How wild it really is like he bragged

"I wanna know why all the girls hung on you, wanting your cock, wanting you to desperately fuck them", I say, remembering the girl who practically tried to fuck him in front of me and Yunho at the party

"Desperately?", he questions

"Oh please San. Girls practically begged to fuck you. I saw it. And yeah it was gross but you're mine now"

"Are you saying you're desperately asking me to fuck you?", he smirks

I roll my eyes, "Is that what you want?"

"Well maybe. It might make me...agree to your ask"

Fine

I'll beg him

I move onto my knees on the bed

His eyes widen and I see his cock get hard

He wants this too

It turns him on

"Please San. I want your big cock fucking me hard"

I crawl closer to him, wrapping my hand around his cock, smirking at how hard he is

"I want this inside me", I whisper in his ear, kneeling in front of him, "I want you to completely wreck me"

Suddenly I'm shoved down on the bed on my back, him moving on top of me immediately

"You want player San huh?"

I nod

"Oh yeah? You want it rough, want me to make you beg and scream?"

Oh my god

Yes I fucking want that

"You want to be my slut, my bad girl?"

I nod

"Answer me. Use your words", he growls

"Yes Sannie"

"Oh no baby girl. That's daddy to you my little whore"

He is so hot

How is this so hot?

How am I turned on by this?

I hated this shit when he did it before

But he's mine now, he's not doing anything like this with anyone but me

I'm sure I'm finding this sexy because I asked for it too

"Got it?"

"Yes daddy", I answer

He smirks and fuck me, I get so wet

"Good girl. Now open your fucking legs for me"

I listen and open wide

I'm so horny and I want him so much

His hand moves down, touching me

"So wet already. Excited for my cock huh?"

I nod, whimpering

"Well you're going to have to wait for it"

"But-"

"Are you arguing with me?", he demands

I shake my head right away

"You better not or you're not getting anything"

"I won't argue daddy"

"Good girl"

He moves his fingers inside, thrusting them in and out, pleasure filling me right away

"Oh yeah baby girl. Soaking my whole hand. Feels good?"

I nod

Yes it fucking does

His thumb moves to my clit, rubbing circles into it hard

"Fuck!", I yell, clenching his fingers hard

He just smirks down at me as he keeps going

God his fingers feel so good

How can fingers feel so good?

His fingers rub my spot and I'm thrown over the edge, coming around his fingers hard

"There's a good slut"

All too soon, he pulls his fingers out, flipping me on my hands and knees easily

His cock barrels inside, fucking me hard right away, shoving me forward from the force

He forces my cunt open again and again so fucking well, right against my spot so good and I can't help but get so wet

"Oh look at this slut", he teases, "With such a creamy fucking cunt"

I just moan as my brain shuts down

"That tiny tight hole opening so prettily for my cock, these pretty, swollen pussy lips around me, sucking me back in over and over", he continues, "My cock completely drenched, covered in your pretty cream. I love it"

I feel his hand wind in my hair, pulling my heat back

"I'm going to ruin this cunt"

"Yes daddy", I cry

"Good girl"

His hips slam into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin sounding loudly through the room

"Mmm this pussy loves it. Are you listening to how much your cunt loves my cock fucking you?"

I do

I can hear how wet I am from the constant sound it makes when he rams into me

"Do you?", he repeats

I can't reply, just feeling the immense pleasure he's giving me

"Am I fucking you too good?"

I just breathe hard, gripping the sheets tightly

"Answer me or I'll stop fucking you"

"I... I", I stammer

His hips slow down, shallowly fucking me, completely missing my spot

"No!", I cry, the pleasure reducing, "Daddy no!"

"Then answer daddy"

"I will. I will", I yell, "Please fuck me hard"

Fucking Christ, I've never begged to be fucked before

He did say he was going to make me beg and scream

I'm doing just that

"Do you hear how much your cunt loves being fucked? How wet you are?"

"Yes, I can", I moan

"Yes who?", he demands, the sting on my skin feeling so good when he slaps my ass

"Yes daddy!", I scream

"Am I fucking you stupid baby?"

"Yes daddy, yes"

He is and it feels so good

So good

"Good fucking girl", he says, then slams my spot so fucking hard, I see stars and scream wordlessly as pure pleasure hits me hard and I cum around his thick pretty cock

He groans, fucking me through it as my pussy pathetically tries to throb around him, the pleasure not stopping

"Such a good girl coming for me", he praises, "You gonna cum again?"

"Yes daddy, please, I want to", I plead

"You're going to. You're going to cum until I tell you to stop"

"Yes daddy"

His hand grabs the back of my neck, shoving me down, my forehead against the bed as he rails me into the mattress

And all I can do is scream and hold on

"Oh yeah pussy gonna cum again", he growls, fucking my spot at an incredible speed

I can't handle it

It's too good, intense pleasure crashing over me

"Oh fuck yes baby. Look at that hole squirting for me"

Squirting?

Did he say squirting?

"Fuck yes baby, so pretty. Gushing so much. Soaking my cock, me and my bed"

"Daddy!", I cry, pleasure starting to ebb away as my orgasm starts to finish

"Yes, soak my sheets baby. Such a good girl"

He pulls out when I guess I finish, flipping me over on my back, his cock back inside

I finally look up at him and I get so turned on

He looks absolutely godly, his sweat filled hair hanging over his forehead, some of it plastered to it.

His hot body, chest and abs tight, completely drenched in sweat, fingers gripping my hips so fucking hard

His pretty hips moving back and forth, slamming into mine, burying his cock so deep

"This pussy feels so fucking good", he grunts, "Takes me so perfectly"

I nod, "Yes daddy"

"So fucking tight. Unbelievably wet. Perfectly warm. Throbs so fucking well, makes my cock feel so good. My favorite pussy. Never gonna leave"

"Don't daddy", I beg, "Stay. Please stay. You feel so good daddy. So hard. So big"

"Such a slut for me", he smirks, his dimples so fucking hot, "Getting my cock and wanting more"

"Yes I want more daddy. More, all the time"

"I'll give you more", he says, "I'll give you everything this beautiful body can handle and then more"

I nod, just letting him fuck me however he wants

His fingers move to my clit, rubbing hard as he fucks the life out of me

And I'm loving every second

"This cunt needs to cum right now. I want all your cunt cream on me. I want it leaking out of you, around my cock and dripping all over my bed"

"Fuck, fuck!", I shout, my mind going blank, as my body orgasms again

I just ride the pleasure, feeling like I'm on cloud nine

San pulls out and I whine until I feel his tongue all over me

"My fucking favorite", he groans, licking my pussy everywhere, tongue swirling

"Daddy!", I scream, my hands instantly in his hair, pulling

My god his mouth is amazing

No one has eaten me out as good as he has last night

"Feel good baby girl?"

"Yes. Daddy's tongue is so good", I say, screaming the last part as his tongue rolls over my clit, my body arching from the bed

His mouth closes on my clit, sucking right away

"Daddy yes! Please. Suck harder"

He does, sending absolute bliss through my exhausted body

"Oh daddy, so good", I moan, body tight with pleasure

Letting go, his tongue fucks into my hole and I clench on it hard

His thumb moves to my clit while his tongue moves rapidly in and out

"Oh god", I whimper

"Cream on my tongue baby", he demands, "Now"

Fucking me a few more times, I clamp down on his tongue, coming all over it

He keeps his tongue inside, letting me ride my orgasm out on it

When I finish, his tongue pulls out, then delves back in again and again

"Such a good pussy for me", he moans, "Giving me what I want. I love eating this cunt"

"Ffff...fuck", I whisper

He stands up when he's finished licking me

"That's what? Five orgasms?", he asks

At this point I don't even know

"I think it's five. Now for the sixth one"

"Ddd...daddy", I moan

"Just one more baby. For me?"

I nod

"Good girl", he says as he comes back inside, his cock harder than ever, "You cum for me baby and then I'll fill you're pretty pussy with cum. Sounds good baby girl?"

I nod, it sounds wonderful

"Yes daddy"

He starts thrusting again, hard, right into my spot, pleasure all over again

I close my eyes, just feeling every thrust of his cock, every time he stretches me open, how hard he is

So good

His hands grip my hips, lifting me up and pulling me down his length while he thrusts in over and over

He goes in so deep, making me scream, his head jackhammering into my spot

Ecstasy hits, my brain shuts off and I explode all over him, screaming incoherently

"Oh fuck. Yes", he yells, "Fuck in gonna fill this pussy"

I feel his cock throb, his warm cum spilling inside me as he yells my name loudly

I watch him and he's so fucking sexy, so gorgeous as he cums, pleasure on every inch of his face and tight body

I feel his cum leak out around us, dripping down my legs from how much he cums

He pulls out, laying down next to me, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat

I absolutely love the way his cum feels filling me

How it feels to have it inside me

How it feels to have it leak out of me, thick, creamy and sticky

God what is he doing to me?

"That....was player San?", I breathe out

He snorts, "No"

I turn my head to him, "No?"

"No naekkeo. Half the things I just did to you I didn't do to those girls"

I'm so confused

"No?"

"No baby. I didn't care how much they came. After they did once, I just cared about coming. I'd fuck them until I came then left. And if they gave me a blow job, then I was done. I'd just finger them and done. If they came a second time on their own then fine. The only time I made a girl cum twice is if I ate her out first"

Seriously?

Everyone wanted him but it sounds like he didn't do much

"Then why did everyone want you?"

He lays on his side, propping his head in his hand

"Because I have a big dick. Girls loved to ride me, so I let them. They got themselves off on me then got me off"

Well that's nice for him

He didn't have to do any work

"Nice for you", I roll my eyes, "Lazy"

"Not all the time. I was the best because I fucked hard, rough and fast, in different positions and gave orgasms quick. Everyone wants instant gratification. I gave it. Of course I only did it to get mine but still, every girl wanted that. That's why I was popular"

Well he's not wrong about the instant gratification thing

But it's really weird to hear my boyfriend tell me about how he got girls and how he fucked them

I feel his hand touch my cheek, turning my face to his

"I never took my time like I do with you. Like I did last night. Even now, everything I did was for you. To make sure you felt good. To please you. I never wanted to please any girl before", he explains, "No one, and I mean absolutely no one, makes me feel as good as you do. No one feels like you do. I never came as hard, never felt pleasure like that before. I never made love to anyone before"

Looking in his beautiful brown eyes, I can see he's telling the truth

"I was scared last night", he confesses

"Why?"

What's to be scared about?

"I was scared I wasn't going to be good enough. I have, well had, this huge reputation at being the best at sex. I was scared it wouldn't be what you wanted or expected. That I'd disappoint you"

I shake my head, my thumb stroking his cheek, "No Sannie. I never had any expectations. I just wanted to be with you."

I had no clue he was scared

I guess he could feel insecure too

It's strange to see because he always comes off confident

Well except for the first time he asked me out

"I just wanted to be with you. So much. And last night, fuck it was the best night of my life", he says softly

I nod, "It was for me too"

It was

I never made love to anyone either

And the fact that it was with San, who I love more than anything in this world is the best

"I never felt that wanted. That loved before", he says, "Evey girl just wanted me to get off to, just wanted my dick. Not me"

Happiness fills my heart, hearing that he felt my love for him

My want for him

I hoped he felt it last night

I felt the same way

"I'm glad you felt it Sannie. I was hoping you would"

"I did naekkeo", he assures it, "I did and fuck, I never want it to go away"

"It won't", I promise him, "I love you Sannie. That's not changing. Ever"

He nods, "Last night, did you-"

"Yes", I answer, "I felt it Sannie. How much you wanted me, love me. I don't want it to go away either"

"It won't naekkeo. I wanted you from the first time I saw you. Even when you hated me, all I wanted was you."

I shake my head, "I didn't hate you San. I just didn't like what you did, how you flaunted it, how you kept hitting on me. Like all you wanted was sex"

"It wasn't naekkeo. I went about it the wrong way. I shouldn't have done anything I did. It was stupid. I thought if I acted that way you'd want me. That's how I got girls before. I should of known you were different"

I smile at him, "Well you figured it out. Took you long enough"

He smiles back, "Yeah I did"

I'm glad he figured out how to woo me because he has been the best boyfriend I ever had

He's made me the happiest

"Naekkeo, I want you to know that I love you more than anything. I don't want you to think that I think about other girls or look at other girls. I don't. No one compares to you"

I raise my eyebrow, "Uh ok?"

I'm just confused on why he's saying it now

"I saw the look on your face when I was telling you how uh...how I used to be before you"

I mean yeah but I asked

It's my own fault

"It's ok Sannie, I asked"

"But I don't want you to worry. You are the only girl I ever loved, the only one I ever wanted", he says, his fingers running in my hair, "The only one I see"

I smile at him, feeling so loved

It's so sweet that he's making sure I know he loves only me

He's literally the best

"I know Sannie", I answer, "You're the only man I see. The only one I want. The only one that I didn't like at all, wanted away from me, gave a chance, fell in love with and want near me every second of everyday now"

"That was a mouthful", he laughs

"But very true", I giggle

"Yeah I'll give you that", he laughs

God he's so beautiful

His smile is gorgeous, his dimples adorable, his laugh like music

I love seeing him happy

"But seriously", I say, when our laughter dies down, "I love you so much San. More than anything. Always"

"I love you Jo. I never loved anyone as much I love you. Always. Forever", he says

A huge smile bursts on my face and I kiss him

I'm so happy I have him, so happy he loves me

He's everything I wanted

He is my everything

When the kiss ends, he smiles, then gets up, grabbing my arms and picking me up

"C'mon naekkeo", he says

"Where we going?"

"Shower. We're very sweaty and we need one", he answers, walking towards the bathroom

"Ok. If that's all we're gonna do, I'll go", I tease

He smirks, "That's not all baby"

"Oh?"

"Oh no. I'm gonna fuck you against the wall, while the water soaks both of us. But your pussy's gonna be soaking in a different way"

I clench my legs around his waist, getting wet already

"Someone's excited"

We get into the bathroom, he turns the water on and then gets us in

All while holding me

He stands under the water, the warmth of it falling on us

And shit, I thought I saw hot San before but I didn't see hot San with wet hair

This is his final form of complete hotness

If that's even a thing

He looks at me through the wet hair in front of his eyes

I can't help but touch his gorgeous face, moving my fingers along his cheek, then touching his kissable plump lips

He smiles softly, then leans forward, his lips on mine

I move my hand to the side of his face kissing him back

He leans me against the wall, kissing me passionately and I wait for the fun we're going to have now

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