#the other pieces are amazing too so you should really check out the shop for the Zine

[omaano]

Preview of my piece for the @witcher-fanzine ! The White Wolf’s Pack Zine is open for pre-orders until December 17th, so you still have some time to check out their shop for the various bundle options at witcherfanzine.gumroad.com!

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "hear me out ok .. ok what if reader was getting a tattoo and JAKE is the person who does the tattoos??????"

Warnings: TW needles, getting tattooed, male tattooing female reader, mentions of being in pain and smoking, mainly fluff

Word Count: 5.5K | kind of edited

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"Hello?"

"Hey y/n, it's Corey from Emblem One."

You smile, "oh hey. What's up, Corey?" You sit up and listen to him, " So, Vienna isn't going to be in today, she's got a bad, and I mean bad case of the flu."

You pout slightly, "Oh. Thats too bad. I hope she feels better soon."

"Yeah, me too. I just got done rescheduling her appointments today.. she was booked and busy so it's.. been a day so far." He laughs slightly, "But I know you trust the rest of us, and I was going down over our other appointments and Jake has an earlier opening if you want it."

"Is he the one you were talking about bringing in a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, that's him. He does pretty sick work, if I do say so myself, but you know that if I didn't think he could do your tattoos, I wouldn't recommend him." Corey chuckles slightly, "I know it's a sternum tattoo, so if you're no-"

"Put me in." You say quickly, "I need tattoo therapy Corey. I can't wait any longer." You laugh and he clicks his tongue, "You got it."

He pauses for a second, "So instead of coming in at six like you were supposed to with V, he can get you in at two thirty. That sound okay?"

"That's absolutely perfect. Thank you so much for calling me."

"Anytime. See you in a little."

"Yep, bye." You hang up, checking the time before getting up to go shower.

You were getting a chest piece done, a floral setting under your boobs with a vine that goes in between them.

You were actually kind of nervous for this one, well.. it wouldn't be as bad if you hadn't let google and all of its pain scale ratings deter your feelings about it.

You tried not to think about it by going to the shops page, looking to see if they posted an introduction to Jake.

They did, and wow is he ever pretty.

You bite your lip, reading down over the basic info that's listed below his picture.

Emblem One would like to introduce our newest artist, Jake Webber. Jake has been tattooing for a few years and he is absolutely incredible. You can swipe to see a few of the pieces that he's done so far, and if you would like to schedule an appointment with Jake, please call the shop and we'll get you set up.

You raise your eyebrows as you swipe through the attached pictures, "Wow." You shake your head, Corey was right, his work is pretty sick.

You find yourself in the comments, and to no surprise, you're reading stuff that definitely should have stayed in the keyboard.

User1: I have no tattoos, but now I want one that will take hours

User2: I have a few openings that I can definitely schedule you in to fill.

User3: I'd leave a wet spot on the table, he's so hot

"People have no chill." You roll your eyes, laughing slightly as you double tap the picture to like it before getting in the shower.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You push the door to the tattoo shop open, walking in as you give Corey a smile, "Hey."

He stands up, "What's up, y/n?"

You shake your head, closing the door behind you, "Nothing really, about to get a tattoo." You laugh slightly and he chuckles, "You don't say."

He slides the paper for you to sign, "Are you nervous?"

You sign your name and shrug, "I know it's going to hurt, but I'm so excited for it."

He chuckles and nods, "Yeah, I don't really think it's going to tickle." He nods to the back, "I'll go tell Jake you're here."

He walks back, leaving you alone in the small lobby that you're very familiar with. You walk over, looking at the different paintings and drawings that are on the walls.

You've seen them a bunch of times but they always amaze you.

"Y/n."

You turn, seeing Jake standing there and your eyes move up to meet his - wow, he's a lot taller in person.

You smile, "Yes, hi." You walk over to him, "You must be Jake."

He extends his hand out, "That would be me."

You lay your hand in his and it feels like fireworks are going off inside of your stomach.

"So if you're ready.." he nods towards the door, hand still holding yours, "You can follow me this way."

You nod, blinking a few times as you smile, "Yes. I am more than ready." You slip your hand from his and he gives you a little smirk before walking back the hall.

You follow him back, saying hi to the other artists that are there today.

"You're popular here aren't you?" Jake jokes and you laugh, "I've known Corey since, middle school, I think."

"So you're friends with the owner, how sick is that?" Jake sits down on his stool and you nod, "It has its perks."

You sit your bag down on the extra chair in the corner and shrug your jacket off. You turn around letting out a quiet, but loud enough to catch Jake's attention, "shit."

"Everything okay?" Jake looks up from getting everything set up and you nod, "Yeah, well. I mean no. I wanted to bring an extra shirt with me, just so I didn't get ink all over this one, and I forgot it."

"I have an extra one if you want it." Jake offers and you raise your brows, "Do you really?"

He nods, getting up from his stool, "It's in my car, but I can go out and grab it quick."

"Are you sure?" You tilt your head, "I don't want to be a hassle. I know you have other appointments later."

He shakes his head, "Nah, just one. But that isn't until six or something, so we have plenty of time." He grabs his keys and points to the door, "I'll be right back."

"Thank you!" You say as he walks out. You turn, digging your phone from your bag and bringing it up to text your best friend, I got rescheduled so I'm here at the shop now. Corey put me with the new guy they hired and oh my gosh is he a sweetheart, and oh, he is sooo pretty, too. Go to Emblem One on IG and look. It's their new artist. Jake.

Just as you get done, basically fan girling about Jake, he walks back in, "Here you are."

You take the shirt from his hand and smile, "You are a lifesaver, Jake. Thank you."

He bats the air, "Oh shucks." He laughs slightly and walks towards the door, "I'm going to let you get comfortable, I'll be back in a few."

You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

You take off your shirt off, followed by your bra before slipping on his shirt. Your eyes scan over the black walls, moving over the long mirror hung horizontally against it.

You walk over to the mirror, spending the last few minutes alone trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself covered while he tattoos.

As you're moving the shirt around, there's a knock on the door and you quickly pull it down, "Come in."

The door opens and Jake walks in, "Comfy cozy?"

You laugh slightly, moving to sit back on the table, "As much as I can get."

"Is there anything else I can do for you before we get started?" He sits down, turning to look at you with a smile.

You tilt your head, "It's more or less how I'm going to stay covered up, I don't want anyone uncomfortable. I seen other shops have hospital gowns that they have people put on backwards.."

He smirks slightly, "I was actually thinking about that out there and, I don't have a hospital gown, but what I can do, is cut the shirt up the middle and then tape it down so you're covered."

"I don't want you ruining your shirt, Jake." You shake your head slightly and he shrugs, "That's an old shirt anyway. I won't miss it."

"Are you sure?" You ask and he smiles as he grabs the scissors, "So. Are we doing this?"

You laugh, moving to stand up, "I guess we are."

He rolls over, pinching the hem of the shirt with his fingers before gliding the scissors upward. You lay your hands on your boobs to keep them covered and your breath hitches quietly as the cool air hits your skin.

"Let me grab the tape."

You nod as you watch him wheel over, grabbing the white tape before coming back over. He look up at you, "If you feel uncomfortable at anytime and need or want me to stop, please tell me."

"You're fine, Jake." You smile.

That wasn't a lie, you were, oddly enough, more comfortable with him than you were with any of your actual guy friends.

"I'm just saying. I don't want you writing a bad yelp review." He tries not to laugh but fails which causes you to laugh, "Oh yeah, I'm going to totally go home after this and write the worst review ever."

"Maybe that'll make the girls in the instagram comments stay away." He snickers as he shakes his head while taping down the shirt to your skin.

"You saw them?" You drop your hands and he look up with a nod, "Oh yeah." He rolls his eyes and sighs, "But I seen you liked it, so thanks for that."

You can feel your cheeks heating as he pushes himself back, "Oh, that. Yeah, i was just.. showing love to my favorite tattoo shop, you know."

Way to play it cool, y/n, you mentally slap yourself as you sit down on the table again.

He chuckles, "No I appreciate that. I know being a new artist to some is kind of scary, but Corey said he would hype me up and it obviously worked, since you're sitting on my table."

You laugh, "he did. Don't worry. He said your art was sick and I have to agree with him. You do some good work, Jake."

He smiles as he holds up a fresh, unopened needle, "Steril, clean." He brings it down to open it up, "Thank you. I appreciate getting that confirmed." He chuckles as he puts everything together.

You make small talk while he gets the stencil ready, asking where you're both from, what you do for work, this and that.

"alright, if you would come stand in front of me." He points with his pinky to the floor in front of him. You walk over to him and he rubs soap onto your skin before shaving the spot the stencil is going to be.

You look in the mirror, watching Jake as he works to get you ready.

"I'm actually nervous about this. I heard this spot hurt."

He smirks, "everyone is different, you know pain tolerance and all, but considering you have a few others, I think you'll be fine. If you need to take a break or two, or five.." he laughs slightly, "Just let me know."

You nod, "Sounds good."

He applies a thin layer of the stencil solution to your skin before turning around to pick up the thin layer of paper, "Alright. Nice and straight and stay as still as you can for me."

You let your hands hang by your sides as you try to control your breathing. You glance in the mirror, watching as Jake smooths out the stencil over your sternum and under your boobs.

"I think, this is going to be a sick ass tattoo." Jake leans back, letting the stencil sit for a few seconds before gently peeling it off, "take a look at that, let me know if you need it moved or anything."

He watches as you turn to look at the stencil in the mirror. You nod, "That's good. I like where it's at."

He nods, "Then we'll let that dry for a few minutes then I guess we'll get right into it." He smiles as he turns away to pour the ink into the little cups.

"I know your post said you've been tattooing for a while, but I'm nosey, so how long is a while exactly?" You sit back down, making sure to keep your body as straight as you can.

He laughs slightly, "Well, if you must know." He glances at you with a smirk, "I was an apprentice for about two years then I worked with an artist in the city for a little bit until I got a call from Corey."

"Did Corey find you on Instagram?" You reach up to run your hand through your hair and Jake laughs, "No, actually. My friend Sam got him in touch with me."

You blink, "Wait. Sam.. what's his last name?"

"Golbach."

"Shut up."

"I'm confused." Jake laughs and you shake your head, "No, no. I know Sam."

"Really? No fuckin' way." Jake's mouth drops open, "How do you know Sam?"

"My family knows his family. Ever since we were little." You shake your head, "That's crazy. Maybe it is a small world after all."

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles, "It sure is."

You smile and after a few seconds of silence, he points, "I'm going to check your stencil if that's okay."

"Oh no." You push your chest out, "Go ahead."

He walks up, gently rubbing his finger over the end part and nods, "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, "I guess so." You laugh as you swing your legs up, lying back on the table. Jake sits down, wheeling himself and the cart over.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun and you take a deep breath. Jake applies a thin layer of Vaseline over the stencil, "Alright. If you need a break at all, let me know."

"Alright." You nod, taking in a deep breath before he anchors your skin down to start.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Halfway through the tattoo, you opted for a break.

Jake takes your hand, helping you sit up. You swing your legs over the edge of the table, "Thank you."

He nods, taking off his gloves before shrugging off his jean jacket, revealing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.

"I like your tattoos." You smile as your eyes move over his tatted skin. He smiles, "Thanks. I'm kind of an addict when it comes to them."

"Tattoos are hot, so it's okay." You smirk at him as you get up to look into the mirror. He walks up behind you, "Yeah, they really are." His eyes move from your half finished tattoo to your eyes and his lips form into a smirk before he turns away.

"Do you care if I go out and have a smoke real quick?"

You shake your head, "Nope. You're good." You smile at him, "Take your time."

"So sweet." He smiles and pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, "I don't know if you smoke, but I'd feel like it would be rude of me not to offer you one."

You laugh and shake your head, "I only smoke when I'm drinking, or drunk, I should say."

"Nothing wrong with a drink and smoke." He smiles and puts a cigarette between his lips, "I'll be back."

You nod, bending down to get your phone out so you can snap a picture of your tattoo progress. You laugh when you read over the text from your friend, oh my god. He is absolutely beautiful. You're letting him see your tits? Lucky day for both of you lol

You roll your eyes, taking a picture of your current state, He gave me his shirt and cut it so he could keep me covered. He's honestly very respectful, but we're halfway done. I'll send you a picture when it's all done.

You walk back over and toss your phone in your bag before going back to sit on the table. As you sit and wait for Jake, you can't help but think about how you feel like you've known Jake for years.

You clicked with him, so fast that it was actually kind of scary.

"I brought you a water." Jake says as he rounds the corner into the room. You look up, smiling as you take it, "Thank you so much."

You open it, taking a sip before lifting your legs to rest them on the table, "How was your smoke?"

He nods, "It was alright." He laughs as he grabs new gloves, "Don't worry, I washed my hands when I came in."

"No worries, I trust you." You smile, watching as he pulls the black gloves over his hands.

He had nice hands. Very. Nice hands.

"Are you ready to start again?" Jake snaps you out of your stare and you smile, "Yes. Yes I am." You lay back on the table as look over at Jake, "So is this your first sternum piece?"

He looks up at you, "Mm, not really. I did a touch up on one other, but her boyfriend stared me down the whole time."

"Oh I bet that was awkward." You stare up at the ceiling, "I hate that. I hate people in general."

Jake chuckles before he starts tattooing, "I totally get what you mean."

"Oh, I don't hate you. I hope you didn't ta-"

He cuts you off, "Not at all. Not at all." He smiles as he continues, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have beautiful skin."

You bite down on your lip, smiling as you feel your cheeks turning red, "Thank you? I think."

He leans back, wiping your skin, "I meant that as a compliment, sorry if it didn't sound like one."

"No, no. It did. I just.. never got that compliment before."

"Really?" He shakes his head, "People are missing out to see you smile, then." He glances up at you, and you can tell that he's just as comfortable with you as you are with him.

You didn't really believe in love at first site stuff, but you did believe in that click, and that click is what you have with him.

"Alright, now this part might hurt a lot more than the bottom piece, so if you need another break, just tell me."

You give him a nod, biting down on your lip as he starts the vine that's between your boobs.

"Oh.. gosh.." you take calming breathes as he was right, it does hurt, "you were right."

You close your eyes, trying to think of something else and Jake helps with that.

"Have you lived here long?"

"Kind of." You say instantly, "I've been here a few years. I actually only live a few streets over in the Green Ridge apartment building."

"Nice, nice." Jake wipes away and gives you a little breather, "Do you have any pets?"

"I have a cat." You laugh slightly, "I would love a dog, but my building doesn't have the grass around it for them to go out, you know."

"Oh man. Of course not. What's your cat's name?"

You laugh slightly, "Um. It's mystic. He's a fluffy grey cat and I got the name from The Vampire Diaries." You wince slightly as you feel the needle piercing your skin, "I'll show you a picture when we're done."

"I would love to see it." He smiles as he moves onto the next part, "I don't have any pets. Mainly because I spend most of my time in the shop, whether it's drawings or tattooing, I just like being here."

"Did you draw that moon phase picture above the mirror?" Your eyes move to the frame and back to him, "Yeah I did." He looks up at you with a smile, "it wasn't easy, took me forever but I finally finished it."

"Do you.. think you can draw me a flower piece that connects to the top of this one?"

He nods, "I'd be honored."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Two hours of talking and tattooing later, Jake is up by your shoulder, leaning over you to finish the top of your tattoo, "We are almost done, sweetheart."

The cute little pet name makes your stomach flip and your cheeks turn pink, "Okay." You say quietly with a smile, "I'm so excited to see it."

"I may be biased, since I'm the one who's doing it, but it's so pretty." He nods, "I like it."

"I'm sure I will too."

"If you don't like it, you can tell me. I promise I'll wait to cry until you leave." He laughs and turns to get more ink.

"I don't think you'll need to cry. From what I already saw, I'm in love with it already." You smile at him and he nods, "I'm glad."

His arm lays over your shoulder, resting under your chin. You close your eyes, feeling the vibrations move through his arm and before you know it.

You're done.

Jake leans back, "Well.." he wipes off your skin, "we're done."

"Already?" You smirk, "That didn't even take long."

He laughs as he helps you sit up, your hand in his and his other on the center of your back, "Take a look."

You glance down before sliding off the table. You walk over to the mirror and your jaw drops, "Oh my god."

"Go easy on me, I'm sensitive." He holds his hands up and laughs.

"No, Jake. This is .. this is beautiful." You turn back to look at it more, "By far my favorite tattoo."

"I'm glad you love it. I love it too." He sprays a paper towel and sits down, "I'm just going to wipe it off some more then take a picture if you don't mind?"

You turn to face him, "I don't mind." You smile as you step towards him, feeling that relief as he wipes over the completed tattoo. (A/n: if you ever had a tattoo, you know exactly what I'm talking about.)

He rests his hand on your hip as his eyes move over the tattoo, wiping it in different spots, "Beautiful."

You look down at him and he smirks, "That tattoo looks pretty good, too." He winks before turning to grab his phone.

Okay, so there's something there. You weren’t imagining it.

You take a deep breath, licking your lips as you turn to look at it in the mirror again, admiring his work.

"Alright." Jake says, "Ready when you are."

You turn back to him, standing up as straight as possible as he snaps a few pictures.

"Got them. I'll probably post it later if you're okay with that?" He looks up at you and you nod, "Whatever you want to do. I'm covered."

"I definitely wouldn't post them if you weren't." He chuckles and points, "Do you want me to take that tape off or did you want to do it at home?"

"You can take it off and I'll just wrap the shirt over and we can slap a new piece on if that'll work?" You motion to pulling the shirt over and he nods, "oh yeah, that will totally work. Do you want me to cover it?"

"Oh yes. Please." You nod and he gives you a thumbs up before turning around to grab some Saniderm. He holds up the piece, "I think that'll be good for the bottom, I'll cut a skinnier piece for the vine part."

You nod, letting him do whatever he needs to do.

He runs his hands over the clear covering and then moves to take the tape off, "If you wanted to grab this side, I'll go ahead and work at getting these pieces off."

"Okay." You hold the side against you as he peels each piece of tape off on the other side before you hold that side of the shirt against you.

You pull the shirt over, holding it there until he grabs a new piece, "Thank you again, for the shirt, for cutting your shirt, and for doing all of this."

"It's not a problem at all, y/n." He smiles as he rubs the piece of tape to stick to the fabric, "Thank you for allowing me to do this."

"Corey said you were good, I just wanted to see how good." You smile and step back. He smiles, "Well I appreciate your curiosity getting the best of you."

"Of course." You nod and go over to grab your jacket, slipping it on before grabbing your bag, "Do you want me to meet you out front then?"

He nods, "Yeah that'll be good."

"Okay." You walk out to the front and Corey looks up, "Well, I see you're alive. How was it?"

"Painful. But.. worth it." You laugh and rest your bag on the counter, "You have a good artist back there."

He tilts his head, "Good as in he does good work, or good as in you like him?" He smirks and you shrug, "Is it okay to say both?"

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, "I guess." His eyes move behind you as Jake walks out. He moves behind you and around to stand next to Corey.

You hand him the money the amount for the tattoo and he squints his eyes, "How much did you and Vienna agree on?"

"Three fifty." You say and Jake laughs, "I'll take two."

You sigh, "then I'm leaving you a big tip."

He chuckles and Corey looks between the two of you, "I have to go.. check on something.. I think." He laughs as he walks away, leaving you and Jake at the desk.

"I'm not leaving until you take it." You rest it down on the counter and Jake sighs, "You're persistent."

"I like to show my appreciation." You smirk and he picks up the cash, "Fine." He smirks and sets it down on the desk, "Are we looking at scheduling another?"

"Is that even a question?" You laugh and Jake sighs, "Yeah, a dumb question." He laughs and looks at his schedule, "When did you want to come back in? For the shoulder connecting piece, right?"

You nod, "Um, we can do like two, three weeks? That should give you enough time to draw it up for me."

"Okay." He bends down, clicking on the computer, "Does the twenty first sound good?"

"That's perfect." You smile and watch as he writes down the date on an appointment card. He hands it to you and right when he's about to say something else, the door opens and you both look over.

A guy walks in, smiling at both of you.

"Hey Matt, I'll be right with you." Jake nods to him and looks back at you. You sigh, "Thanks again, Jake. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime."

And with that, you leave the shop, mentally beating yourself up that you didn't ask him out.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A few days later

The last few days have been painful and irritating as you can't really sleep comfortably yet.

So it's two am, you're wide awake, and your phone goes off.

Who could that be, you think as you sit up, leaning over to grab it.

Hey, y/n. It's Jake. I'm so sorry that it's so late but I cannot stop thinking about you.

Your mouth drops slightly as you feel an excited rush roll over your body. You smile, biting your lip as your thumbs quickly tap the screen, Hi Jake. I'm glad to see that we both feel the same way.

You clutch your phone, anxiously awaiting his response.

Okay, wow. This is embarrassing. I honestly didn't expect you to be awake, but then again I'm glad you are. I wanted to ask you out at the shop the other day but I was so fucking nervous.

You giggle slightly, happy that you finally got the message you were waiting for, or waiting for the courage to send.

You tap the screen biting down on your lip as you send the message, You're literally taking the words right out of my mouth. I was so nervous, too.

You see the bubbles pop up, disappear, and then pop up again before he finally sends his message, This might be a long shot, but what are you doing right now?

You look at your screen confused but you answer, I can't sleep so I'm just lying in bed wide awake.

He answers, almost instantly, Do you want to take a drive?

You answer instantly, Yes, please.

You send him your address and he responds, I'll be there in twenty, I'll text you when I'm there.

You kick the blankets off, hurrying over to grab a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt from your closet. You brush your hair, not worrying about anything else before you walk out to your living room to wait.

You were kind of nervous, but at the same time, you were so excited to see him.

Twenty minutes later, your phone lights up and it's a text from Jake, I'm parked out front in the Tesla.

You grab your bag, making sure you have your keys before walking out of the door. You walk down, smiling at his car as you walk towards it.

He smiles at you through the windshield, leaning across the consol to open the door for you.

"Thank you." You say as you get in and shut the door. You turn towards him as you buckle, giving him a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey." He smiles and looks away, "god why am I so nervous?" He laughs and looks back at you. You shrug, "I asked myself that, too. A few times on the way out here."

He smile and shakes his head, "I figured we could stop, get some snacks before we drive around?"

You nod, "That's good with me."

"Okay." He nods and starts driving, "So. I have to ask. Are the lines on your tattoo straight?"

"I think so." You look at him, "Why do you ask?"

"Because.." he laughs, "I had to force myself to not shake."

You laugh slightly, "Aw, Why were you shaking?" He looks over at you, "I started shaking the minute you turned around to look at me in the lobby."

"Well you did a good job at covering it up because I couldn't even tell you were." You smirk and he sighs, "Well that's a relief." He looks over at you, "Tattoo healing okay?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I took the stuff off two days ago I think?" You look over at him, "Do you want to see it?"

"If you're okay with that." He nods, "I'd love to."

He pulls into the parking lot and you unbuckle, bunching up your sweatshirt to reveal the underboob part of the tattoo, "I love it."

He raises his eyebrows, "That looks so good."

You nod, "It's healing perfectly."

He smiles as he points to the building, "Shall we go get some car ride snacks?"

You nod, "Let's do it."

You get out, walking in with him. You stay close to him, mainly because you're just happy to be with him. You grab some snacks and a drink, making your way up and Jake takes you stuff from your arms to pay.

"You don't have to do that." You say and he looks back at you, "You got out of bed at two in the morning for me, it's the least I could do."

You roll your eyes with a smile and wait for him to grab the bag before you walk out. You get back in the car and Jake looks over at you, staring for a few seconds.

"What?" You ask shyly, "Is there something on my face?" You brush your face and Jake laughs, "No." he sighs, "You are just.. amazing."

He laughs nervously and you smile as you look down, "So are you."

He turns towards you , word vomit spilling out, "I definitely would have asked you out the day you were at the shop, but I didn't want to do it with Matt standing and.. and then I thought that I could wait until your next appointment with me, but I couldn't so I got your number from your client profile and I just.. had to see you sooner."

"I'm glad you did. I was beating myself up over not saying anything." You sigh, "Plus. You're worth getting out of bed at two in the morning for."

He smiles and shakes his head, "That.. is sweet. Thank you."

You laugh, "I'm just glad we feel the same."

"You had me when you first looked at me, but you really got me at I hate everyone." He laughs, "I'm just glad that it wasn't all in my head."

You shake your head, "Nope. It's not."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As usual, let me know how you liked this. Thank you for reading! Love you all!

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[mrs-kodzuken]

so hi! i'm the coach ukai ask anon 👋🏻

i just thought about reader being the volleyball team advisor along with takeda. and the boys definitely ships them all the time, and convincing him to confess 🤣

then when reader and coach got wed, ofc the boys are all there! 🥹

tysm again and have a nice day! 🥰

Aligned feelings & goals ♡

Pairing: Keishin Ukai x fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, advisor!reader, best friend!Takeda, fluff, oc ukai since my first time writing for him, reader is a couple years younger than ukai, they crush on each other like they’re in high school

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Being twenty-five and working in a high school as the office registrar who takes and checks attendance wasn't something I ever had planned. I always dreamed of having my own tea shop by this time in age, however, being the volleyball teams' second advisor really had its perks.

I was able to care and look after silly, ambitious high school kids but the really huge perk to that was that I had a special piece of eye candy to look forward to.

"Miss (Y/n)? Are you listening?" My coworker, Takeda, asked me politely as this was an often occurrence.

"Yes! What was it again?" I sheepishly asked, blinking my eyes in a way to make my good ole' friend view me as innocent.

"The papers, they need to be taken to the back gym. I'm so swamped, so do you mind?" He asked, swirling back around in his office chair after shoving the papers in my hand.

I took them but squinted my eyes at him when I knew he had already finished everything he had needed and was bluffing.

I scoffed, "Swamped? Yeah, okay..." I trailed off, rolling my eyes and leaving my own comfy, grey swirly chair.

As I began my walk towards the back gym, my hears picked up on the sounds of volleyballs smacking the floors very hard and the squeaking of gym shoes. I tried to hide my small smile but just couldn't, I loved these kids.

I especially liked their coach too, however, I would die before I admitted that.

Besides only having a couple boyfriends in high school, I basically knew nothing about dating—especially dating as adults. So, I kept quiet about my small crush in which only Takeda knew about it.

I eyed inside the gym, watching the boys while waiting for someone to come near the doorway since I was too focused on seeing Ukai that I didn't bring my correct shoes. Luckily, Daichi saw me waving around the papers but I didn't expect what was to come because of that.

"Oh hey! It's (Y/n) coach." He announced, effectively stopping all movement in the gym and all eyes on me—including those particular dark brown eyes. I could feel a small heat run slowly vibrate through my body.

"Hey! I'm just dropping off these for Takeda. How's practice coming along? Any new moves guys?" I asked, trying my best to be normal and limit conversation with Ukai only because I wouldn't ever want to stop.

"Nishinoya is teaching me how to do a rolling thunder!" The first-year Hinata explained to me excitedly with the onomatopoeia touching his words. I couldn't help but to smile in amazement at the kid.

I've been one of the volleyball teams advisors so I know all of the third and second-years all too well. It was just the first-years I was trying really hard to make a good connection with, which was necessary if I still wanted to continue to be an advisor.

"Oh wow, that sounds so cool!" I played into his words too with excitement.

"(Y/n), I'll take those papers. Thank you for bringing them along." Ukai spoke, his deep voice reverberating through me and suddenly the heat was back.

"Oh! Yeah," I let out a nervous laugh, handing them to him as our hands brushed which sent a volt of electric shock through my body.

His tall frame leaned over me, the nice headband pushing his pretty hair back—man did he look good.

"I should probably get back to work. Bye guys." I said, breaking our concentrated gaze and waving to leave. I can't get caught up in his eyes, the team was there and that'd be weird for all of us.

Usually, I'd stay and help Kiyoko with coming up with notes of things that needed to be done like cleaning wise of our volleyball teams' banner, uniform shenanigans, finding another team manager since she was indeed a third-year, and money issues.

However, the fact that Ukai was there, he would distract me more and more until I couldn't focus.

I came to the conclusion that my feelings were one-sided and tried to keep my fondness for him to myself—and Takeda. However, I couldn't help but to hear a little "ooo" in the background as I was walking away from the sports club.

I groaned as I smacked my head onto my desk which was my usual manner, then my complaining would start.

"You know..." I started off with before I heard Takeda whisper, "Here we go,"

"Hey! You're my friend, you should be a good friend and listen to my woes!" I reprimanded him with a glare before continuing.

"Oh woe is me! I just wish things were different and that I actually had the courage to confess. Is that even a thing anymore for people our age?" I rhetorically asked, even though I really did want an answer to my question.

I complained about how much I liked Ukai and how things in my life weren't how I wished they'd be—in which he would just say, "for now."

As I laid my head down I couldn't help but to remember a memory from a few weeks ago.

Kiyoko and I had just finished planning what needed to be done to the uniforms for the boys and my back was so sore from slouching.

Leaning straight, I heard my back pop and groaned.

"Miss (Y/n)? Did you ever think about other careers besides this one? I know dealing with high school kids can be a bit much sometimes," Kiyoko's soft voice reached my ears.

"Hm, yeah I do actually. I have always wanted to open up my own tea shop before," I smiled softly thinking of Ukai and how he took care of his mother's store as his own.

It's honestly a great act of compassion.

I glanced over to see if Ukai was listening and in fact, he was. I twinkled at how he was trying to appear as if he wasn't listening in on my dreams.

However, he's one of the main reasons why I even started talking about my tea shop with other people.

I could tell that his eyes were sparkling with curiosity of wanting to know who exactly made me feel this way.

I still get butterflies in my stomach every single time I think of that particular memory. The next thing I knew the school day was over and it was practically time to leave and go home. I never spaced out about Ukai that hard before.

Gathering my things, I said bye to Takeda. I knew we'd both have to be here tomorrow to finish up the last minute work that he pushed away.

My business-casual clothing was starting to make me itch in all in wrong places and I was suddenly happy that I wore flats instead of business heels today. As I made my way home, enjoying the fresh soon-to-be-summer breeze through the air, I realized today was unfortunately clean day.

I forgot that I needed to pick up more bathroom cleaner and kitchen spray which was a coincidence because on my way home the Sakanoshita Market was right there.

I chuckled at my silly behavior of getting giddy over entering, in which the little chime sounded. Surprisingly, Ukai was working even though it was right after school too.

"Hey, I was wondering where the cleaning supplies is..?" I looked over to Ukai, his eyes wide for a split second before turning back to normal after realizing that I was asking him a question.

"It's, uh, in the far back to the left." He pointed, trying to show me around the aisle of the left side.

I shone him a smile over my shoulder as a thanks and then headed my way towards where he directed. When I finally decided on what scent and kind of specific cleaning products I wanted, I made my way up front once again.

"Will that be all today, (Y/n)?" Ukai asked me as he scanned my items and bagging them. However, what threw me off guard was the way he said my name. It was something about the deep voice of his that made me swoon.

"Yeah, I think so. Wait, is it supposed to be that much?" I questioned, seeing the extremely low number in cost and that number was lower than what a convenience store should charge too.

"No, it's right. You get a little discount for being a wonderful person." He winked, which obviously made me blush never-ending.

"Ah, thank you so much. I really appreciate it aha," I gave him the very few cents and took my bag, walking out of the store. It seemed like he wanted to say more from the look on his face but I wasn't going to stay behind and make him uncomfortable if he didn't.

That interaction stayed on my mind all night and the following morning as I made my way briskly towards the school once again. I silently cursed myself for wanting to leave all the work for today instead of just enjoying a day at home.

I settled into the office, opening a window to let the breeze in. Takeda eventually came into work as well and we spent the morning and some of our lunch finishing the work nonstop.

I stretched my arms above my head, my limbs popping in some places due to my age.

“Agh, I’m getting old.” I told to Takeda, looking over at him trying to see if he heard my bones popping like I had.

“Yeah, just wait till you’re my age, (Y/n).” He chucked, straightening our last papers that we printed out and completed. I believe they were permission forms that needed to be signed by the volleyball teams’ parents.

“If those are going to the gym then I can take them? I need to get up and stretch anyways,” I looked at Takeda then back at the forms because they were my ticket to seeing Ukai again.

“Be my guest. I’ll be out of here soon as well, so be sure to take your things.” He told me in which I grabbed my bag and fast paced my way out of that room.

Man, I sure did love summer. The breeze, the birds chirping, the flowers. It was a beautiful sight, however that sight was going to have to wait for another day because I was on a mission.

As per usual, I walked to the gym and listened to the shoes moving around of the court. The doors were slightly ajar, which seemed to be the usual lately.

Peeking through, I noticed that the boys were playing their very best—more than usual. I do remember that the tournaments are coming up soon which would probably enhance their performance on regular practice matches.

However, all of that greatness flew out the window as soon as they noticed my presence from the doorway.

“Uh… keep playing like normal boys,” I waved, trying not to draw a lot of attention to myself. However, before that could even happen Ukai’s voice spoke out.

“Actually, Daichi you’re in charge till I’m back.” Ukai stated and motioned for me to follow him around the back of the gym.

A pool of nervousness flowed into my stomach as I walked behind him, curious to know of what he wants.

I almost bumped into him from how closely I was following behind and from how fast he stopped.

“Ukai..?” I questioned, awaiting for his response as to why I was brought to the back side of the gym.

“(Y/n),” He turned around, peering down into my own nervous eyes with his almond brown eyes.

“I like you. As a twenty-six year old man, I’m admitting that I have a crush on you. Do you accept my feelings?” His left arm in his pocket and his right scratching the back of his head was a sight.

I could feel the surprise on my face and from how ‘high school’ this confession felt.

I opened my mouth to reply and a noise came out that I didn’t expect.

“Woahhhhh!!” and then I noticed the entire volleyball team watching us. Which means they must’ve heard Keishin’s confession to me.

“Get back inside now! You noisy kids.” Ukai grumbled, probably because they messed up his heartfelt confession.

A chuckle came from my lips and I tried to cover it when he looked at me.

“I do. I accept your confession.” I smiled brightly up at him, happy with the school girl feelings I was having at the moment.

“I haven’t felt like this since high school, definitely takes me back.” He commented, looking away but he couldn’t escape the small blush that I saw on his cheeks.

“Same here. I hope good things stem from this confession, Keishin.” I smiled up to him, calling him by his first name.

“As do I, (Y/n).”

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a/n: I’m so sorry that this took me forever, I’ve never wrote for Ukai before and it put me at a writers block! I didn’t incorporate the last few details into it but I still hope you like it nevertheless anon!!

you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!

[burnedwriter]

what type of roommate they are

A/n:college has been kicking my ass lately.These are small headcanons of what type of roommate they would be

warnings:fluff,mention of fighting,mentions of smoking weed and a bit of angst on zhongli’s part

🐋Childe/tartaglia

🐋Let’s start with that he’s the worst out of everyone on this list,not that hes moody or anything along the lines but because hes one of the messy ones,not only that but he also loves teasing you

🐋he will leave his stuff everywhere in the apartment and then you have to go pick them up one by one or else they will be left there for week upon on weeks ,you learned that lesson the hard way when he left one of his plates in his room and it got spoiled.

🐋He will always come back extremly drunk after he comes back from the parties he usaully goes,you will hear him stumble across the kitchen,the first time that happened you thought you were getting robbed.You usually help him with his hangover as you see him curled up in a ball.

🐋He is suprisingly a very good cook,he usually cooks for you if he sees that you are really tired and to make up for all his teasing as he says.

🐋Even if hes a little teasing piece of shit,he will always be there for you,if you need a shoulder to cry on or complain to him about your problems

🐋‘‘come on Ajax’‘you said dragging him in the apartment.

he was out on one of his usual parties when he called to come and pick him up since he was too drunk to drive himself back.

‘‘you are so heavy’‘struggling to carry him as you pushed him on the living room couche so he could la down and relieve the pressure from your should as you felt that you were going to get crashed by his weight.

‘‘my fucking head hurts’‘he groaned in pain covering his eyes with his forearms as they were too sensitive to the light.

‘‘stay here im going to bring you some water,do you need anything else Ajax’‘you asked him,as you marched towards the kitchen pouring him a glass of water and getting him a painkiller and returned to the living room.

Sitting up,he reached for the glass,taking small sip,he swallowed the painkiller before putting the glass back on the table.

His eyes still looking foggy from the headache still.

‘‘can you keep me some company untill the pain goes away?’‘he questioned,placing his head on your lap using your thighs as a pillow,looking up at you with puppy eyes to convince you to stay with him.

‘‘fine’‘you signed holding his head softly on your hands stroking his cheeks.after sometime passed you went to check up on him,looking down you were quickly greeted with an asleep ajax on your lap sleeping calmly.

🐉zhongli

🐉the best roommate someone can have

🐉Hes super clean and quiet the perfect combo,he usually studies in his room,and if you need any help with your assignments hes always there to help you and share his knowlage with you.

🐉Hes a clean freak,he cant stand things not being in their place or out of order,if he sees that you forgot something where it shouldnt be,he will always drop hints like ‘’i think you forgot something on the table’’ for you to come and pick it up

🐉Hes also an amazing cook,he cooks for the both of you,unlike the other people on this list ,zhongli has an expensive taste,you still dont know where he gets all this money from to make those expensive dishes.

🐉Hes also an amazing emotional support but unlike childe,he will actually give you good advices or help you through your tough times.

🐉zhongli was standing right outside your door,he was going to ask you if you wanted to go shopping with him when all of a sudden he heard crying coming from your room.

‘‘are you ok dear, can i come in,so we can talk?’‘ ’‘zhongli asked,knocking softly

‘‘no,but you can come in’‘you said from the other side,your voice still shaky from crying.

Entering the room,he sat next to you on your bed,placing a hand on your back trying to calm you down.

‘‘what happened may i ask?,if you want to of course, i will still stay here until you calm down’‘he said,reassuring you that he will still be there for you no matter the answer you give him.

‘‘i studied for this exam and still failed’‘tears creeping up from your eyes,as you explained the situation to zhongli.

‘‘its not the end of the world im sure you will learn from your mistakes,there is always a next time,im sure you will do better next time’‘he said with a soft smile on his lips,stroking your back softly.

His small speech giving you back the onfidence that you need,as you wipe your face with the sleeves of your shirt clearing yur vision.

‘‘you are probably right zhongli,there is alway a next time’‘you answered back at him with the same soft smile.

‘‘i was going to ask you if you want to come shopping with me,are you still up for the idea?’‘he questioned,waiting for an answer from you.

‘‘sure let me get ready first and we can go,i actually needed some new shoes’‘

💀xiao

💀Xiao is a unique roommate,hes not bad nor good,hes more like neutral.

💀he will lock himself in his room for hours upon hours on end and come out only if he needs to eat something or go to the bathroom.

💀he smokes weed,sometimes when you pass by his room,you can smell it through the door.You want to ask him to try some but you are too scared to ask him.

💀Hes not the best person to talk to but he is there for you if you need someone to talk to,just dont expect him to give you advices like zhongli does.

💀Both of you have smoked weed together,after finally gathering up the courage to ask him if you could smoke with him which he suprisingly shared with you.laying on xiaos chest his hand wrapped around you as the both of you passed the joint back and forth

‘‘wow take it easy there,its your first time and i dont want anything bad happening to you’‘he aid cautious,taking it quickly away from your hand before you could take another puff.

‘‘i will be fine dont worry’‘you said looking up at him.

‘‘no’‘his answer short and swift,as he took a puff.

‘‘i didnt know you were so chill’‘you stated

‘‘and what did you though about me’‘ he asked confused at your sentence as he continued to smoke.

‘‘well...i though you were one of those moody people that hated socializing,that’s why i was scared to talk to you,i felt a bit intimidated’‘you answered,now wrapping your own arm around his torso,hugging him.

‘‘oh’‘he looked shocked by your answer,catching him off guard

‘‘but i glad i gathered the courage and now we are friends’‘starting to slur over your word as you snuggled on his chest chest your mind starting to go blank as the effects of the drug started to kick in.

💨😒scaramouche

💨😒scara is one of the worst combos moody and sassy.You two fight a lot because of his subtle attitude which ends with you both locking yourselfs in your rooms

💨😒If you leave soemthing somewhere he will tell you something along the lines like ‘’arent you going to pick it up?’’ or ‘’its not going to clean itself’’.

💨😒he is really smart and a good student but refuses to help you if you are having trouble with any of your assignments,he will tell you ‘’google is free’’ and proceed to  continue reading his book,you could almost see the small smirk on the side of his mouth everytime he says it.

💨😒hes a good cook but he will ask you to clean the dishes right after he sees you finishing your food.

💨😒if he accidentally hurts you with something he said,he will immediatly apologise to you right after the both of you calmed down,he felt guilt overtake his body as soon as he saw tears threatening to escape your eyes

💨😒You two play a lot of video games together in your free time,one time he dared you to 1v1 him in his favourite game which you ended up winning and then you had a very salty scara asking you for a rematch.

💨😒sitting on the living room couche you both played,games for hours,you tried your best to win against scara but you were greeted yet again win the same scoreboard showing scara at the top and you on the buttom indicating your loss.

‘‘guess who won yet again’‘scara said with his usual sassy tone looking at you with a teasing smile.

‘‘its not fair!you cheated!’‘you yelled in response,pouting angryly.

‘‘i ‘’cheated’‘ sure’‘ he let out a breathy laugh at your angry expression.

‘‘i want a rematch and this time i want go easy on you’‘you demanded looking at him still pissed that you lost.

‘‘fine,but dont expect me to go easy on you either,like i did before,you asked for it afterall’‘he said with a smug expression on his face.

‘‘bet,prepare to loose then’‘

‘‘sure...’‘

[c-e-d-dreamer]

He Motivates Me (Yeah, That's My Baby)

A/N: Have you seen this absolutely amazing Nessian art from @janearts? Particularly the deliciously spicy one beneath the cut? Because I saw it and it gave me such brain rot (in the best way) that I wrote this entire fic. What's the plot, you ask? There isn't one. It's PWP. It's Nessian in love and happy and having fun between the sheets as they should. And how does this fit within today's prompt for @nessianweek? Well, if you squint, they're obviously warriors in the sheets? Just go with it! ;)

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Nesta takes a moment to tighten the knot of the leather strap, giving it a testing tug. It stays secure where it's looped around the bedpost, so with a satisfied nod, she sits back on her haunches. Her fingers trace down along the leather strap, to where the other end is wrapped around Cassian's wrists.

“That's not too tight, is it?”

Cassian gives a testing tug of his own, the muscles of his arm flexing as he pulls against the restraints. “It's perfect, sweetheart.”

“Good,” Nesta tells him, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. When she pulls back, Cassian tries to follow, tries to steal another kiss, but her hand on the center of his chest presses him back into the mattress. “Now, don't move.”

She slips off the bed with ease, turning and heading toward the bathing chamber attached to their bedroom. She can feel Cassian's gaze burning through her as she walks, like warm hands sliding down along her spine, down her legs, and back up again. It has goosebumps erupting deliciously across her skin, and if she sways her hips a bit more to really put on a show, then no one else has to know.

She steps inside the bathing chamber and closes the door behind her with a quiet snick. All of her things for tonight appear, and with a quiet thanks to the House, Nesta peels off her dress and slips into the pieces of silky, deep red fabric. She takes the time to undo her braid from the day, running her fingers through her hair until the strands fall in soft waves along her shoulders and back. Just the way she knows Cassian loves. One last check in the mirror, one last tug of the fabric at her hips, and Nesta grabs the small, black box and steps back into their bedroom.

“Oh, fuck me,” Cassian breathes, his tone practically reverent. “I'm the luckiest male alive.”

Nesta can’t help but smirk as she strides over to the bed. Keeping one hand and the box behind her back, she uses the other to trace her fingertips across her skin. Along her collarbones. Down between the valley of her breasts. Down her stomach. Across her hips and the lacy fabric that sits there.

“I take it you like it then?”

“Like is putting it lightly. You should buy me gifts more often.”

“This I bought for me,” Nesta explains with a shake of her head. She finally pulls her hand from behind her back, revealing the small, black box. “This is your gift.”

Cassian’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, squinting at the box in her hand as though he can figure out what’s hiding inside. When his gaze dances back to hers, the question is clear in his hazel eyes, so Nesta continues toward the bed. She clambers back onto it and straddles his hips, careful that her knees don’t knock against the wings sprawled out behind him against the mattress. Slowly, she pulls the lid off the box, pulling out the ring nestled inside and holding it up in the faelight.

“It’s an invention from Dawn,” Nesta explains, sliding a finger along the smooth surface. “It’s meant to keep you from coming until you take it off, and according to the worker at the shop, when you do, it will be the best orgasm of your life.”

“Quite the invention then.”

Nesta hums in agreement, sliding a finger teasingly down Cassian’s chest. “So, what do you say? Do you want to play?”

A slow smile tugs its way across Cassian's lips, and, as if in answer, his hips buck up until she can feel the hard line of his arousal pressed against her. “With you? Always.”

“And you remember our safe word?”

“Ataraxia.”

Satisfied, Nesta leans down and kisses him, Cassian quickly slipping his tongue into her mouth and drawing a moan out of her. She can feel the way the muscles of his arms and shoulders jump and bunch beneath her palm, desperate with the urge to touch her, to break against the restraints. It has her blood sparking and singing in response, her hips grinding and moving against him.

She pulls back and slips off him and the bed, Cassian less than impressed with the loss judging by the growl that looses from his throat. His eyes are dark, the golds and greens Nesta loves so much almost completely swallowed whole, and his gaze tracks her every movement. It’s like a predator watching its prey, a promise of the beast lurking just beneath, and it sends a thrill up Nesta’s spine, makes her feel powerful.

The General of the Night Court. The strongest Illyrian. Her mate. Spread out and under her command.

She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting the red fabric flutter to the bedroom floor without a care. Her hands find her breasts next, kneading and tugging until she has to bite her lip around a groan, her eyes falling closed as her head tips back.

“Imagining my hands, sweetheart?”

“You wish.”

It’s a lie, and they both know it, but the taunt draws a deep chuckle from Cassian. Nesta can practically feel the sound twisting around her limbs and skating across her skin, sending a shudder raking up her spine. She slides her hands down to the waistband of her panties, toying with the lace, dipping her finger beneath before drawing it back out again. The quiet creak of wood as Cassian tugs on his restraints again lets her know she has his full attention.

“You’re meant to be behaving,” Nesta chastises, peering over at him from beneath her eyelashes.

“Can you blame me when you look like that?” Cassian fires back, that cocksure smirk of his out in full force despite being the one tied to the bed. “Come on, Nes. Be a good girl and stop being such a tease.”

Nesta can’t help but roll her eyes. Perhaps next time, she’ll have to gag him too. Still, she slips her fingers fully beneath the waistband of her panties, shimmying them down her legs and kicking them aside. Cassian’s answering groan at just the sight of her has her toes curling against the floor. Despite his earlier request about teasing, she slips a hand between her legs, fingers swiping through the wetness that’s begun to pool there and tracing circles against her clit.

“Are you already wet for me, sweetheart? You look like you’re practically dripping.”

“You need something better to do with that mouth of yours.”

“Gladly. Come sit on my face then. Let me taste you.”

“You forget that I’m the one in charge here,” Nesta reminds him, even as she climbs back onto the bed. “I’m giving the orders, General.”

She knows she’s hit her mark from the way Cassian tosses his head back against the pillows and groans softly at her words, the name. It gives her just the opportunity she needs, leaning over and pressing her lips against his neck. She scrapes her teeth across his pulse point, relishing in the way his pulse jumps beneath her lips. Her hands slip between their bodies and slide down his chest, nails digging in lightly, and she finds the laces of his pants, undoing them with deft ease.

Her fingers curl around his cock, tugging it free and stroking just the way she knows Cassian likes. Hard. Rough. Twisting her wrist at the head. When his hips start to buck up against her, the muscles in his thighs jumping, Nesta knows that he’s close. She squeezes at the base until Cassian hisses through his teeth.

“Not yet,” Nesta tells him, pulling back enough that she can smirk down at him. “You don’t come until I say you can.”

“Cruel witch.”

Nesta grabs the device from Dawn, sliding it down and into place. “Let’s put that mouth to better use after all.”

Nesta shuffles and shifts up the bed until her knees are settled at Cassian’s shoulders, until she’s hovering over him. She reaches a hand down to gently brush the dark strands of hair away from Cassian’s face, but then her fingers are curling, her grip tightening, as she jerks his head back and to the angle she wants.

Cassian groans, his eyes fluttering at the movement. “You know I love it when you’re rough with me.”

“And you know I love it when you talk less.”

Without another word, Nesta lowers herself down, Cassian’s mouth all too eager to greet her. His tongue teases at her, and when Cassian groans again, the vibrations send Nesta’s every nerve ending sparking. And then he really starts to devour her. His tongue alternates between long, wide strokes and tight circles over her clit, drawing a litany of moans and Cassian’s name from Nesta’s lips.

She releases her grip on his hair so she can knead and tug at her breasts, her hips canting against his face as she chases that delicious friction, chases the heat that’s already pooling low in her gut. Even without his hands, Cassian plays her like his favorite instrument, plays her with the type of ease that comes from years of being mated.

His tongue starts to fuck up into her, a preview of what’s to come, and Nesta knows that she won’t last much longer. She knows that Cassian knows it too. He can probably hear it from the breathy quality of her moans, and he redoubles his efforts. His lips close around her clit, sucking hard, and Nesta shatters, her body curling forward as release tears through her.

Cassian’s mouth continues to work her through it, and when she finally shifts away, he’s smirking and pointedly licks his lips. “Fuck, nothing tastes like your sweet cunt. I could have you sitting on my face all night.”

“But where would be the fun in that?” Nesta asks, leaning down and ghosting her lips over his, teasing his bottom lip with her teeth.

Cassian tilts his chin up, trying to catch her in a kiss. “Untie my hands and I’ll show you some real fun.”

Nesta shakes her head, pulling back and sliding back down Cassian’s body. “Nice try.”

Cassian watches her through dark, hooded eyes, as she slides down and between his legs. She tugs his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside and finally leaving him as bare as she is. She leans in and licks a thick stripe up the underside of his cock, suckling at the head and moaning around him.

“Fuck,” Cassian mutters, bucking up into her mouth. “Going to let me come now, sweetheart?”

Nesta pulls back with a quiet pop, settling him with a wicked smirk. “Maybe if you’re good.”

She gives him a firm stroke before leaving him heavy and hard against his stomach, moving back up to straddle his waist again. A shift of her hips and she’s able to glide herself along the length of him, coating Cassian in her wetness. She tries to keep the rock of her hips slow, teasing, but with each slide back, the head of his cock teases her clit, and each slide forward almost has him slipping where she wants him most. She’s still so sensitive following her earlier orgasm, and the friction has her moving her hips faster, pressing harder against him.

“Gods, you’re unfair,” Cassian pushes out between gritted teeth. It’s a tell tale sign that he’s just as affected, his chest starting to heave. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re flushed like this, when you’re practically desperate for my cock.”

The high pitched whine is escaping Nesta’s throat before she can stop it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly how his words make her feel, how they send fires cascading through her veins and licking deliciously across her skin.

“I know you want it, Nes. Let me fill you up. Let me give my pretty mate the reward she deserves.”

Nesta presses two fingers past Cassian’s lips and into his mouth, getting out between pants, “less. Talking.”

Cassian smirks around her fingers, sliding his tongue along the digits and sucking on them. But Nesta knows for all his teasing words, for all his cocky confidence, that he’s just as desperate, that she’s building him up as surely as she herself is tumbling toward the precipice. She can feel it in the way he cants his hips with every grind of hers. Can feel it in the way his heart pounds beneath her palm where she holds herself up with a hand on his chest.

When Nesta knows she’s close, she pulls her fingers from Cassian’s mouth, using them to trace tight circles across her clit. It doesn’t take much longer to send her over, tossing her head back and moaning Cassian’s name. Cassian lets out a groan of his own, gaze pinned to where they’re pressed together, where he can feel her flutter and pulse against him, where her second release of the night drips down over him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Nes. Fuck, I've never seen anything more beautiful.”

Nesta snorts softly, but there’s no hiding her smile. “Compliments will get you everywhere.”

Even though she’s still coming down from her high, even though she can still feel herself fluttering with the aftershocks of her second orgasm, Nesta reaches down and fists Cassian’s cock. She raises up higher onto her knees and sinks down onto him, moaning softly.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groans, tossing his head back and pulling hard enough on his restraints that Nesta briefly worries they’re going to finally break.

But she certainly shares the sentiment. No matter how many times they do this, no matter how many times she has him, Nesta doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the stretch, the way he presses so deep that sparks ricochet through her veins. It just feels so right, and the bond between them hums and writhes, golden and bright.

She doesn’t wait. She’s already too keyed up, and she sets a hard and fast pace. Cassian is quick to meet it, snapping his hips up to meet her. Soon, the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, the sounds of Nesta’s breathy moans and Cassian’s grunts and groans.

“Look at how you take me. You were made to take my cock, weren’t you, sweetheart? So perfect, taking me so well.”

Nesta knows that she's meant to be the one in control here, that she'd told him such enough tonight, but gods, if there's one thing she's always loved about Cassian, it's his filthy mouth. The things he can do with it.

“That's it. Take what you need. Love fucking you like this. Love having your tight walls wrapped around me.”

Nesta can do nothing but whine her agreement, can do nothing but chase the release glimmering just within view. With every grind of her hips, every snap up of Cassian's to meet her, the heat within her coils tighter and tighter, taut and ready to snap. Her orgasm barrels into her faster than she expects it to, sending her careening forward with a shout of Cassian’s name.

“You’re so godsdamned beautiful,” Cassian's voice draws her back into the present and into her body, his voice reverent. “Nothing feels like you coming around my cock, like you squeezing me.”

Cassian starts to shift his hips up against hers again, still chasing his own release despite the device from Dawn, but Nesta squeezes her thighs tighter around him, her hands digging into his hips and pressing him back against the mattress, halting his movements.

“Nes…”

“Beg for it,” Nesta cuts him off, leaning down until her breasts are pressed against his chest, tracing a line with her finger down his temple and cheek. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

“For you? Gladly.” Cassian tilts his chin up and lifts his head, slotting their lips together in a searing kiss. “Let me come, Nes. Please, let me come.”

“So pretty when you beg,” Nesta teases lightly, the words an echo of what he always says to her.

She shifts her hips enough that he slips out of her, pressing kisses down his neck, his chest, as she moves back down his body. She takes his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and swallowing him down as far as she can go. Cassian’s hips practically fly off the bed when she moans around him, relaxing her throat further, but her nails digging into his thighs keep him in place.

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta,” Cassian almost chants above her, the desperation clear in his voice.

When Nesta finally pulls back, there’s a string of spit still connecting her lips to his cock, and she makes a big show of wiping her lips, never taking her eyes off of Cassian’s face. Achingly slow, she slides the device from Dawn off and sets it aside. She prowls back up Cassian’s body, her hands sliding up his arms to his wrists and the restraints tied there, the leash holding back the beast clamoring for release. She finds the knot with ease, leaning down until her lips brush against his.

“Take me,” Nesta whispers at the same moment she releases the knot.

It’s a tether snapping. With a growl, Cassian surges forward. His newly freed hands grip her waist, fingers digging in hard enough that Nesta knows she’ll have bruises later. He flips them over and presses Nesta into the mattress, crashing their lips together at the same moment he slams back home.

The pace he sets is brutal and punishing and everything that Nesta wants. She buries a hand in the dark strands of his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist and merely holding on. She’s half aware of the hot press of Cassian’s lips against her skin, of the ecstasy building between her legs with every pound of Cassian’s hips against her own, of the soft cries of Cassian’s name falling past her lips.

“That’s it, Nes. Scream my name. Remind all of Velaris that you’re mine.”

Cassian reaches a hand down between them, finding her clit with practiced ease and working it in time with his snapping hips. His touch is too much and everything all at once. Spots dance in Nesta’s vision, her back arching up against him, and then she’s shattering. Her toes curl against him, liquid fire burning through her and dragging her head first into bliss. She can still feel Cassian moving inside her, working her through her orgasm and chasing his own, and she reaches a hand up and over his shoulder.

“Come for me,” Nesta breathes hotly in his ear, fingers brushing along the membrane of his wings.

Cassian practically roars, his hips stilling as he spills inside her, his whole body seeming to shake with the force of his release. He collapses down against Nesta, and they both lay there in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they try and catch their breath.

“Cauldron boil me,” Cassian mutters, his lips still pressed against Nesta’s skin. “That shop worker was right.”

It takes a moment for Cassian’s words to register, and then Nesta can’t help it, she laughs. Cassian lifts his head to peer down at her, his own grin wide, and she can feel the deep rumble of his own laugh where they’re still pressed together. He closes the distance between them and kisses her, soft and languid, and when he pulls back, he doesn’t go far, pressing their foreheads together.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Cassian asks, shifting his arms so he can brush Nesta’s hair away from her face.

“Never,” Nesta promises, raising her head enough that she can steal another kiss. “Besides, I should be asking you that.”

Cassian hums, his smile morphing into a smirk. “I think we should definitely use that new device again.”

The sound of running water cuts through their little bubble of peace, and Nesta knows that the House must be preparing them a bath. Cassian moves off of her and the bed, but before Nesta can do the same, he scoops her up and into his arms, carrying her across their bedroom and into the bathing chamber.

The water is warm and soothing where it sloshes around them, the sweet scents the House added wafting on the steam. Nesta settles in Cassian’s lap, thighs bracketing his own and his hands a solid, secure weight where they rest at her waist. She cards her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails along the scalp, until Cassian lets out a contented hum, his head tipping back against the lip of the tub and his eyes falling closed.

“I love you,” Cassian murmurs, the sound quiet and just for them.

“I love you too,” Nesta tells him, leaning forward until their noses brush together.

Cassian eyes flutter open again, the bright hazel of them flickering in the low faelights of the bathing chamber. Nesta watches as that soft smile slides across his face, the one he fondly calls his Nesta smile, the one that always sends her heart skipping, that has the golden thread of their bond singing with the music that burns between them. And despite all their fun between the sheets, when they decide to play, Nesta decides that it’s this right here that’s her favorite.

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FIC REC WEEK 14 – AUTHOR WEEK

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: RayShippouUchiha

There are many amazing things about RayShippouUchiha's writing, but what always stands out to me is the way they write people being enamored with Tony. I have a soft spot for female Tony, and Ray writes some of the best fem!Tony fics I've found in this fandom. Some of their fics read like straight up poetry, and they're a master of both the angsty and the fluffy. I have a lot of their fics lined up to rec them in other weeks, so if you don't see your favorites in this list, don't worry, they're probably coming up at some other point this year.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Fearful Symmetry

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,684 Tags: Shapeshifters, Kidnapping, Team as Family

Summary: He’s obviously in the warehouse district near the docks, probably in one of the abandoned packing plants or something of the like. Honestly at this point this kidnapping couldn’t get more cliché if it actively tried. “Service sucks and the wait staff stole my clothes,” Tony whispers, unable to help himself as he slinks down the hall, “Zero stars, would not come again.”

Reasons why I love it: BAMF Tony getting himself out of tough scrapes will never not be an instant win for me. Couple that with a worried-sick team and pining Bucky who just wants to keep Tony safe, and there's a perfect recipe for Kandi-bait. Also, there's shifters, so, you know, what's not to love? Especially when Tony's true nature is revealed - it fits him so well, and I really love the mental images I got from that scene. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

Grip. Chamber. Sights.

Pairing: Bucky/fem!Tony Rating: T Words: 14,824 Tags: Longing, Awkward Flirting, Recovery

Summary: He thinks maybe he should be unsettled by the impact she’s had on him. Thinks maybe it should chafe. That maybe it should remind him of HYDRA and having his choices, his will, ripped away from him. It doesn’t. She doesn’t. It, she, the memory of her, feels like choice.

Reasons why I love it: God, Bucky's devotion to Toni in this one is so pure and right. Their first meeting is perfect, and I love how Toni is the one to get Bucky to really reflect on his life and the choices he has. Plus, Bucky's attempts at flirting are both hilarious and adorable. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

The Beat We Drum

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,510 Tags: Honeymoon, Trans Tony, Comfort No Hurt

Summary: Tony isn’t sure what he wouldn’t be willing to suffer to have this, to have this sun-drenched morning where he feels safe and whole. To have years stretching out in front of him with the possibility of so many more of these mornings yet to come.

Reasons why I love it: Newlywed Winteriron is just - gah, I love it so much. They're both snarky assholes, and they fit together like the imperfect puzzle pieces that they are. I really love the banter in this one, and the promise of future sexytime is really hot. I hope you give this one a shot, because it's fantastic!

Monday In A Cafe (All You Did Was Look My Way)

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 6,301 Tags: Meet-cute, Coffee Shop, Love at First Sight

Summary: Then Gorgeous, as Bucky abruptly names him in his head, slides a bit further down the counter and reaches for his wallet. He pulls out what Bucky’s pretty sure is a crisp hundred and stuffs it into the tip jar Clint decorated to look like a bulls-eye. And then he turns and looks directly at Bucky. Staring into big doe eyes from across the way Bucky resists the urge to bring his hand up to grip at his chest. Because that split second is all it takes. One look and Bucky is officially gone.

Reasons why I love it: They're such idiots in love, I live! Bucky is so cute when he fawns over Tony like a lovesick fool, and the exasperation of everyone around him just makes it even funnier. And the identity porn is hilarious, oblivious Bucky is my favorite. This fic is like a cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallow fluff, so go ahead and enjoy it!

The Straight Path (Until The End Of My Days)

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,389 Tags: Fix-it, Angst with a Happy Ending, Murder

Summary: “Buck,” Steve whispers then, voice low like a secret, “I don’t … I don’t think I want to live in a world without him. I don’t think I can.” “Ah hell Stevie,” Bucky laughs, soft and fond and just a bit sad. “I always knew that.”

Reasons why I love it: This is such a beautiful fix-it. Ray does a fantastic job of presenting the original timeline in a way that feels viscerally awful, enough so to make Steve want a do-over. And the things he does - even though they're super dark, holy fuck - actually make sense for his character. I love this fic so much, and I really hope you decide to read it for yourself, because it's amazing!

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No Reason to Worry

Pairing: None idol!Yoon Jeonghan x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.5k

Warnings: jealousy, sexual innuendo, minors dni, a guy who can’t take a no, 

Summary: Yoon Jeonghan knows he is a good-looking guy and that his girlfriend is in love with him, but even he can end up feeling jealous

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Jeonghan’s POV

(Y/n) and I were getting ready to go to Seungcheol’s birthday party. I was just about done and was now sitting on the bed waiting for (Y/n), I was excited to celebrate my best friend’s birthday but at the same time, I didn’t have too much energy and would have preferred to just stay in and watch a movie while cuddling had it been any other day. “Hannie, did I leave my earring on the counter in there? I can only find one here,” “Uh, I don’t know but I’ll check,” I walked over to the counter and as expected, (Y/n)’s earring lay there right where she had put it before going into the bathroom. I picked it up and walked into the bathroom, as I walked in and laid my eyes on (Y/n) I gulped. “Holy shit, babe, honey, love, you look amazing! When did you buy this dress? And how come you’re wearing it for Seungcheol?” “Jeonghan!” She turned to me with a playful glare and also gave me a playful weak push on my chest as we both laughed. “I meant what I said though, you look so good, oh, and also, I found your earring, here,” “Thanks, honey, you don’t look too bad yourself. Wearing your shirt so open for Seungcheol, or maybe for Shua?” “Of course, I have it so unbuttoned for Joshua, and Seungcheol, I have to remind them that I’m incredibly hot,” “Ahh, yes, of course,” We both burst out into laughter. I loved this about our relationship, we have been dating for a long time and we’re never awkward with each other, we always have a lot of fun and act like we’re best friends most of the time. We have many inside jokes, it’s amazing. “The taxi will be here any minute, you almost done?” “Yeah, the earring was the last piece of the puzzle so I’m ready,” “You sure?” “What? Why? Have I forgotten something?” “Yeah, your lipstick is a little messy,” “Huh?!? No it isn’t?” (Y/n) quickly turned to look in the mirror before she looked quizzically at me, as she turned back to me I quickly moved closer and kissed her. As I pulled away I gave her a wink. “It is now,” “Yoon Jeonghan! You damn devil,” “You love me and my devilishness,” “I do, I really do. Huh, who knew you would look better in my lipstick than me?” I just chuckled before taking a makeup wipe and wiping my lips to remove the lipstick. 

Soon we found ourselves outside the venue where Seungcheol was having his party, the music was blasting so high we heard it from 3 blocks away, the venue was overflowing with people, the stank of alcohol mixed with sweat was very potent in the air, and lights were blinking every color you could imagine. “Let’s go!” (Y/n) was very excited, we haven’t seen the boys in quite a while, having been too busy with our jobs and everything. We walked in and tried to find some of our friends, which took a while because Seungcheol invited every person on Earth or something like that. After around 30 minutes we managed to find Seungcheol, Hoshi, Joshua, Dino, Jun, and Minghao. “Happy birthday CHEOL!” “Thank you, (Y/n)! Yoo girl you’re looking so good, damn that dress is fire!” “Thanks, Cheollie, though I should really thank Minghao, he was the one who said I should buy it when we were out shopping a few months ago,” “I got an eye for fashion, what can I say, I’m a fashion god,” Now, most people would probably think I would get jealous because Seungcheol complimented my girlfriend and Minghao went shopping with her, but here’s the thing, I’m not, I know (Y/n) is looking super good right now, and she often goes shopping with Hao because she values his advice when it comes to fashion, they’re like siblings though. I have no reason to worry, also I trust her, I know she loves me and I love her. We stayed there chatting for a while before (Y/n) said she was gonna go and try to find some of her girlfriends to say hi. 

About an hour and a half later I decide to try and find (Y/n) again to see if she’s eaten anything yet or if she wants to hit the buffet with me. It took a while but eventually, I found (Y/n) sitting on a bench talking with some guy, which usually doesn’t bother me but this dude was sitting very close to her and he was flirting like crazy. (Y/n) didn’t seem to notice though as she was talking about a trip she and I went on last year. “Hey, you’re really pretty, wanna get out of here and do something fun?” “What? Uh, no” “Why not? I’m hot and really good in bed, I can promise you that you would be satisfied,” I heard (Y/n) let out a sigh before she answered him. “Mmm, really? You can guarantee it?” I couldn’t believe it, was she considering it? It didn’t seem like her. “Of course, I can already guess what you like,” “Really?” (Y/n) crept a little closer to the guy, almost like she was about to kiss him. “Then, you know exactly what I want right now?” The guy leaned closer too, staring at her lips. “Yeah I do,” He seemed very confident. (Y/n) put one hand on his cheek before smirking. “Then, how come you’re still here? Leave me alone, I said no, accept it and fuck off,” She harshly turned his head right before he could kiss her and I couldn’t help but start laughing at his face, his expression. “Hannie!” (Y/n) got up and ran over to me the second she saw me. “Hey baby, I’ve been looking for you, wanna hit the buffet with me?” “I’d love to,” For good measure, and to settle the jealousy that had sprouted at the thought of (Y/n) flirting with the guy, I gave her a passionate kiss. As we parted from the kiss the guy was looking like he was seconds away from crying. “Come on, do you think they have pineapple at the buffet? I’ve been craving it like crazy lately,” “I don’t know, let’s go check,” 

After we had gotten some food, and a lot of pineapple slices, (Y/n) and I found a spot to sit down at. “Jeonghan, were you jealous or worried when you found me talking to that douchebag?” “Well, to be honest, I was jealous when it seemed like you were into him but as I got closer I heard you telling him about our trip last year but that feeling just wasn’t leaving,” “You know I only have eyes for you. I love you. Only you. He approached me and it seemed fine when he only wanted to know where I got this bracelet, you know the one you bought me during the trip, so I told him but I don’t think he listened or heard me say that it was an anniversary present from my boyfriend.” “I know. I love you too, only you. Seems like he was more interested in your lips and curves rather than the bracelet,” “Yeah, I realize that now. I’m just glad he actually left us alone after I rejected him the second time,” She gave me a peck on the cheek as we began talking about something else. 

“Wanna go home? It’s like 3 am,” “Yeah, let’s go home,” We called a taxi and went home after having spent the last hour dancing and talking with our closest friends. When we got home I couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be jealous, it was probably my first time feeling like that, it was not fun. But I know something that would help make me feel better and that is fun. “Hey (Y/n),” “Huh? OH!” She turned to me and I pulled her close kissing her passionately, she returned the kiss with just as much passion. “You look amazing in the dress but right now I’d prefer you without it,” I gave her a wink after I had whispered that by her ear and began pulling the dress off of her body. “Yoon Jeonghan, you handsome devil,” Though I doubt she was complaining as she unbuttoned my shirt. Let’s just say that we definitely solved the jealousy.

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Late-Night Swim–Joe Keery

"I'm so tired," Joe whined. "I hate these tours."

I smiled as I listened to my boyfriend complain about his job over the phone. I pulled my blanket up more and readjusted the pillow on my lap.

"I know you do, baby," I sighed. "But just think - a couple more weeks and you'll be off for the whole summer."

"Which means I get to be with you. All. Summer. Long."

I bit my lip when Joe moaned. He's been away filming the new season for five months. We saw each other for barely two weeks before he left for another three months to go on his press tour.

Joe and I met on set during the first season of Stranger Things. I was working in the costume department for another one of Netflix's shows, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. We ran into each other all the time. Eventually, he asked me out. We've been dating ever since. About two years ago, Joe and I decided to move in together so we would see each other more.

"How's your shop going?" He asked, changing the subject.

"It's good," I shrugged. "I just got a new client. I guess I should say, clients. It's a bride and her entire bridal party."

"That's amazing, babe!" Joe chuckled. "Is this from that group of groomsmen you had last week?"

"It is," I said, blushing at the fact that he remembered.

A year ago, I left Netflix to open my own boutique. I specialize in alterations and random pieces I've made and decided to sell. It's going okay. The friends I've made through Netflix have really helped. They've had me alter their dresses and suits for their premieres and parties. Through them, they've connected me to their friends. Things are slowly blossoming.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N," Joe said softly.

"Joe!" Someone yelled as they walked into wherever Joe was. "We're gonna be late, dude."

"You have to go?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I'll call you tonight?"

"I'll answer."

                                * * * * *

I looked around my empty shop, my eyes landing on my equally empty schedule. I glanced at the clock on my phone, my stomach sinking when I saw my wallpaper. It was a picture Joe and I took the day I opened my shop. We took the picture right before the shop officially opened.

I checked my schedule, smiling when I realized I could close down for a couple of days. My stomach did an excited flip as I opened a new tab on my computer and made the plans. That night, I was on my way to Chicago.

I got to the hotel the cast was staying at and checked in. I called Matt and he had a key waiting for me. I went upstairs and dropped off my stuff at Joe's room and washed up. A little while later, I headed down to the lobby. I only had to wait a few minutes before Joe and the rest of the Stranger Things cast walked in.

"Umm. . . Joe?" Gaten smirked when he noticed me before Joe did. "I think someone is here to see you?"

"What are you talking about?" The question got stuck in Joe's throat as he turned and saw me. His cast laughed as he ran over to me. I gasped when he picked me up and spun me around.

The second he put me on my feet, he pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as I slowly started kissing him back. We heard his castmates hoot and holler but we ignored them. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared at me.

"Hello to you too," I smirked.

"Hi," he whispered. He was about to lean in and press his lips back to mine but the kids started whistling and making jokes again.

"Get a room!" Noah yelled.

"I have one," Joe said under his breath. He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator.

The second the doors shut, Joe reattached his lips to mine. A small moan escaped as he pushed me up against the wall. I tightened my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.

"I missed you so much, baby," he moaned against my lips. I giggled when he leaned down and picked up my other leg so he was holding me.

We broke the kiss when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Joe didn't bother putting me down as he walked out of the elevator. He carried me down the hallway, toward his room.

"Joe," I chuckled when he struggled to get his room key. "Baby, do you wanna put me down so you can unlock the door?"

"Nope," he said a little too quickly. "I got it."

"Baby," I giggled. He sighed before finally putting me down. I kissed his cheek and moved so he could open the door.

The second it was open, I turned him around and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smirk as he pulled me in. We fell onto the bed, completely lost in ourselves.

We jumped apart when someone cleared their throat. We looked over to see Gaten in the doorway. My face was burning as Joe stood up, walked over, and slammed the door in Gaten's face. He turned around with his smirk that always made me feel giddy.

"Where were we?"

                                * * * * *

I looked over, smiling when I saw Joe was already watching me. I rolled over and cuddled into his chest. He laughed a little, pulling me closer.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"So you've said," I teased as I looked up at him. "Several times."

"I can't help it," he teased as he pulled me so I was laying on top of him. "You're just so gorgeous and it's been forever since we were together."

I sighed as I leaned my chin on his chest.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly as he glided his fingers up and down my bare back.

"You know how proud I am of you, right?"

"Of course," he chuckled.

"I am so incredibly proud of you, baby, but. . ."

His smile faltered. "What's wrong?"

"I hate how much you're gone," I finally confessed. I bit my lip, nervously looking up at him.

"I know," he sighed. "I hate it too."

"I don't want you thinking I'm not being supportive," I stuttered.

"I know you're supportive of my career, Y/N," Joe said without a second of hesitation. "I don't like being away from you any more than you do. Good news, though. We don't have to worry about it much longer."

"What do you mean?" I stuttered as I sat up a little.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" He teased. "The season we just got done filming is our last season."

"Really?" I gasped as I slowly rolled off of him. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself. "You're done?"

"I'm done," he whispered as he sat up, leaning in so his face was inches from mine.

"You're done," I whispered back. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. I broke the kiss with a soft moan. Joe reached up and stroked my arm.

"I'm done," he nodded. "Which means you won't be able to get rid of me."

"I don't want to."

Joe looked at the clock and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned us against the headboard.

"What do you want to do?" He asked. "We could order room service."

"How about we go for a walk?" I suggested.

"Sounds wonderful."

After we got dressed, we left the hotel and started walking around. We came across a hot dog cart and grabbed something to eat. We walked around the park more before heading back to the hotel. When we got back, we didn't head up to the room. Instead, we headed to the pool.

"Cannonball!"

I gasped as Joe ran by me and jumped in. I took a surprised step back as some of the splash hit me.

"What is wrong with you?" I giggled. "It's freezing outside. You're gonna get sick, Joe."

"Wimp."

"I am not a wimp," I scoffed. "I'm reasonable."

"Yeah yeah," he chuckled. "Ms. Y/N is always reasonable. It's why I love you."

"I love you too which is why I would like you to get out of that pool before you get sick," I sighed squatting next to the pool. "Especially if you're finally free from work. Can't spend the first week back home together with you being sick."

"You're right," he pouted. "Help?"

Joe reached up his hand. Like a gullible girl, I reached down to help him. The second I did, I knew it was a mistake. Joe's innocent smile turned into a smirk. The next thing I knew, I was in the pool with him.

I came to the surface, instantly running my hands on my face to move my hair. I turned around, scowling at my smirking boyfriend. I slapped a ton of water at his face, catching him off guard. This turned into a playful war.

I splashed water at him as he tried to get to me. When he did, he wrapped his arms around my waist. We played for a little longer before Joe pulled me over to the steps. I thought he was about to leave but he sat down.

Joe smirked as he pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, never looking away from me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I instantly started kissing him back.

Our lips moved messily in sync, our tongues battling each other. A shiver went down my back when a gust of wind hit us. Joe broke the kiss and looked at me with soft eyes.

"We should get inside," he whispered. "Can't have my favorite girl getting sick. Especially on her trip."

"I love you," I chuckled.

"I love you too."

[issie-https]

Working Mom

Dave Grohl X Reader

A/n: Just a little something while I work on the requests❤️ I recently got into a show called ‘Workin Moms’ on Netflix and I love it! I defo recommend giving it a watch.

Word count: 1091

Warnings: Daddy Grohl(not in a sexual way tho👀), angst, swearing

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“Y/n, wake up," I heard Dave whisper. I woke up and looked at the clock beside me and it read '7:02am'. "I can have five more minutes," I groaned. "You told me to wake you up at seven, it's two past seven," he replied. "Three more minutes then," I yawned. "Y/n. Get. Up." He said, nudging me to the edge of the bed. Then our baby, Alfie, started crying. "Alfie needs boob. I don't have any," he said, kissing my cheek. I groaned loudly and slugged to his room.

He came into Alfie's room mid feed and whistled. "You're so gross," I rolled my eyes and held back a laugh. "Says the one that eats food off her shirt," he replied, standing behind me and massaging my shoulders. "Would you rather me waste it or drop it on the floor," I said. "How much does this kid eat?" He asked. "However much he feels like every two to three hours," I replied. "I could eat that much," he said. "You do eat that much," I laughed lightly, "can you burp him?". He took Alfie and started patting his back. "Us drummers need their energy," he said. "And us mummy's need our energy but i don't empty the cupboards within five hours of the shop being done," I replied, going out the bedroom and into our room. "Maybe we should be an ingredient household," he mocked. "You'd eat flour," I said, changing into my blouse and skirt. Just as Dave was about to say something, Alfie burped, making Dave laugh.

"Okay, I'm off now. I've briefed you and once again, only call if he is dead or on fire," I said, grabbing my car keys and bag. "What happens in the death is in progress?" He joked. "David Eric Grohl," I scolded. "Have a great day," he said, kissing my lips. "You too. I know you can do this," I praised, heading out the door.

"Look who's back!" My work and best friend, Nicole, cheered as she ran over to give me a hug. "Back and more ready to work than ever," I smiled, squeezing her tight. "Sorry to ruin your mood but we have a meeting first thing," she said somewhat carefully. "And I'm already fantasising about killing Andy," I rolled my eyes as we headed to the meeting room.

"Ah, Y/n, welcome back! How's Dave and Alfie?" My boss, Andrew, said. "Dave is amazing, loving being a daddy. Archie is loving Dave. I'm loving... food, mainly," I replied. "Well, thank you for coming back. Let's jump right into the meeting," he said.

The meeting was very bland, just something about partnering with another company for a project.

I finally got back to my old office. I've missed the view. Through the completely glass windows, I could see the cityscape, windows glistening, cars dashing around and people tending to their everyday needs. My first piece of work since coming back was now on my desk, getting my blood flowing to get back to work.

Ten minutes after my lunch break and pump, my work phone started ringing. "Hello, you've reached Y/n at-" I started. "Y/n, help. He won't stop crying. I- I don't know w-what to do," I heard Dave say, distressed and tears evident in his voice. "Honey, what happened?" I replied, concern getting to me. "He won't stop crying and I've done everything. Feeding, diaper change, nap, play time, book. Everything," he cried. "Has he hurt anything or got nappy rash or got any more teeth coming through?" I asked, searching for a reason our son was literally wailing on the other side of the phone. "No, I've checked," he replied out of breath. "Okay, give me fifteen to twenty minutes and I will be there. Stay strong, handsome," I said, shoving my things back into my bag. "Okay. I love you," he said and hung up the phone.

"Andrew, I really need to go home. I'm so fucking sorry but Alfie is literally screaming murder," I rushed. "I understand. Will you be in tomorrow?" He replied. "Yes! Thank you!" I replied, yelling as I ran to the lift.

I got into my car and sped home, most likely earning myself a few speeding tickets on the way.

"Dave, angel, I'm home," I yelled from the front door, hearing Alfie screaming as loud as possible. "Help me," he cried, handing our son to me. "Look at me. You're doing fucking amazing, lots of people don't have dads because they can't handle it. But here you are, you're doing amazing," I praised.

I stripped Alfie down to his nappy and checked him all over for any indication of what could be making him make me and Dave go deaf. I lightly pressed on his stomach and I could feel the gas in his stomach. "He's got trapped gas," I sighed. "How? I burped him," he also sighed. "It happens to everyone, honey. He needs a little massage or some crap that I read in that stupid book," I said. "Teach me because if I have to go deaf from a child, I will shove my drumsticks in my chest," he sighed.

I showed him how to get the gas un trapped or whatever and the second he farted, he was silent. "Thank you so fucking much. I love you," he smiled tiredly, hugging me and kissing me. "Well, I'm home for the rest of the day and it's two forty-seven now. What should we do?" I asked, putting Alfie's outfit back on. "He missed nap time and I'm going to cry if I don't sleep soon so how about a nap?" He said, rubbing our sons back. "That sounds amazing I need to change into my pyjamas first so you have a little cuddle with the velociraptor," I replied, handing him the fucking dinosaur that came out of me. "I'd say he's a pterodactyl," he said, kissing our son on the head. "True. How about you put him to bed while I change," I suggested. "Deal," he agreed.

I changed into my pyjamas and saw Dave sprawled out on the bed in just his boxers. "Baby got back," I sang, slapping his ass. "How the tables have turned," he laughed as I pretty much just collapsed into bed. He pulled me to his chest and stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you so much too," I replied, closing my eyes.

[lexi-the-demon-69]

My Sweet Valentine // A New Life AU Oneshot

Yeah, I know it isn't Valentine's day yet, but I just had to make this idea a oneshot.

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It was a lovely sunny morning in the cookie kingdom. Many cookies were gathering in the town square, setting up for the 1st annual Valentine's day festival! The sound of romance filled the ears of Parfait cookie, who had just woken up from a long overtime shift at the downtown sandwich shop. She sluggishly dragged herself out of bed to check her calendar.

"Wait... IT'S TODAY?!" She exclaimed. "I thought it was tomorrow! Where's that letter I wrote for him?!"

Parfait immediately dug through her nightstand drawer, hoping she didn't misplace or lose it. She spots a piece of white paper, with pink hearts doodled on it and immediately plucked it out.

"Oh thank the witches..." she sighed with relief. "It's safe."

Parfait places the letter into her pocket and heads out the door, with a slice of toast in her hands. As Parfait was walking by, Gingerbrave, Wizard cookie, and Strawberry cookie were busy hanging up streamers. Colored in many different shades of pink, white, purple, and red.

"A little to the left, Wizard cookie!" Gingerbrave exclaimed.

"I'm going as left as I can!"

"Wait no, your other left!"

"I-I thought you meant your left! Y'know what, this is taking too long!" Wizard cookie sputtered as he came down from the ladder and snatched his staff.

"I've been waiting to try out this new spell! Ready to be amazed?~"

"U-um, are you sure about this Wizard cookie?" Strawberry cookie quietly asked, "I-I mean, not to be rude, but what if it doesn't go as well as you hoped?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a top-notch, tip-top, SKILLFUL WIZARD! I-I know what I'm doing. Now, step aside!"

"Ok... if you say so."

Gingerbrave and Strawberry cookie stepped back as Wizard cookie began to perform the spell.

"Wingardium Jelliosa!"

ZAP!

"WIZARD COOKIE!" Gingerbrave and Strawberry cookie exclaimed as they ran to Wizard cookie's side.

"I-I'm alright... Crumbs!" Wizard cookie coughed. "I-I thought I sighted the spell correctly!"

"It's ok, Wizard cookie. Maybe I should try hanging the streamers up and you tell me where to hang them?"

"Hmmm... what about Strawberry cookie?"

"M-ME?!"

"No no no! I didn't mean by hanging them up, I meant by telling us where to hang them."

"Oh... s-sure! I-I can try...!"

"Stupendous! I'll go get another ladder."

Parfait chuckled to herself as she continued on, quickly arriving in the roll cake forest and carefully making her way to Dark Choco's cabin.

"Alright..." Parfait told herself. "It's the big day, the day you confess your feelings! Don't get scared... Dark Choco cookie is a very understanding kind of guy! E-even if he DID say no, he wouldn't cut you out of his life and look at you as a freak of nature and a clown! Right...? C'mon on now, this is just like taking a shot at music! It's no different! Just be confident! Confidence is the key to success!"

Parfait soon spots Dark Choco cookie's cabin as she passes by the green scenery and sprints over to the door. She gently knocks on the door and steps back, as her heart is about to jump out of her chest. Footsteps could be heard, as the door creaked open.

"Hello Dark Choco cookie!"

"Who are you...?"

"Wait what-"

The cookie at the door looked a lot like Dark Choco but didn't look like him at all. the cookie had long, flowing hair with the same white streaks as Dark Choco. His dough was a dark-ish brown color but seemed more faded. His face was circular, accompanied by narrow, purple eyes that were filled with great sorrow. His armor was more polygonal, shiny, with a tint of purple, and just more "pointy". While his long, dark purple cape flowed grandly in the wind. Making him seem stockier than he really is.

"Father...? Who is it?"

"I am... unsure."

Dark Choco cookie appeared behind the tall figure and gently pushed him aside.

"Oh, Parfait cookie... a pleasant surprise."

"Y-yeah! Um.. who's this?"

"Here, come inside."

"A-alright."

Parfait soon entered Dark Choco cookie's cabin, while squeezing by the tall figure who stared daggers at her. She approached the couch and sat down right next to Dark Choco and the tall figure did the same. While a long, awkward silence followed, waiting to be popped by a conversation starter.

"Father," Dark Choco hesitantly said, "this is Parfait cookie. My um... my friend. Parfait, this is my father, Dark Cacao cookie."

"A-a pleasure to meet you, sir!"

"I see... Now, where are my grandchildren?"

"I beg your pardon?-"

"G-grandchildren?!"

"Yes, you two seem to have more than friendship in your relationship."

"F-Father! I-we aren't!"

"W-we aren't dating! We're just close friends!"

"Then, what is that?"

Dark Cacao points at a piece of white paper, with pink hearts doodled on it. Which was right next to Parfait. Her face went white as snow as the king approached and picked up the paper. Trying to snatch the paper out of her crush's father's hands. This only made Dark Cacao more skeptical.

"What is so important on this paper, Parfait cookie?"

"I-I um! I'm a songwriter! A-and it's a song that I wanted to show your son!!"

"Then, you would not mind if I read it?"

"U-u-u-um... uh.."

Dark Cacao then opened the paper and began to read it aloud, right next to his son.

"Dear Dark Choco cookie, Ever since our first meeting, I always wanted to be with you. I still remember our picnics by the soda river. I was strumming my guitar, while you would sit. Swaying back and forth happily as my music played. The little smile I saw on your face shot an arrow through my heart. I was smitten from the very start. And here we are, one year later and you still make my heart flutter whenever I see you. I've seen many cookies in my life, but you're truly a work of art compared to others. You're the most handsome cookie on EarthBread. I love the way my fingers would tangle in between your beautiful hair. As I would hold your head in my lap, under the willow tree right outside, on a warm, sunny day. You're so quiet and reserved but so expressive in your actions. Even though I rarely ever see it, your charming smile would always lift my spirits, even on my worst days. Your adorable laugh can always brighten up any dark room, no matter how dim. I’m so grateful for everything you do for me, from your willingness to listen to my woes to your welcoming company. You truly complete me. The last year has been the happiest of my life. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to always have my best friend by my side. I will always love you, no matter what happens, through thick and thin. I will be absolutely true and faithful to you forever. You are my best friend and soul mate and I will love you until the end of our lives. Forever yours, -Parfait cookie."

...

"This seems a lot like a love letter."

"P-Parfait Cookie..." Dark Choco sputtered, "Do you... really mean what you said...?"

Parfait curled up into a ball, trying to disappear into the couch out of embarrassment. All of her feelings for her crush were laid out on the table for the entire world to see! It's over. Parfait's world was crumbling each second, right in front of her.

'Ah well... screw it, let the world burn.'

"Y-yeah... i-it is. Y-you know what day it is today, right?"

Dark Choco nods.

"I-I thought that it would be the perfect day to tell you, but I didn't know your father would be here today. W-Which I don't mind at all! It's just... um..."

Parfait sighed as she hid her face in her hands.

"I love you... like, a lot. And I wanna be your girlfriend."

To Parfait's shock, Dark Choco pulls her in gently for a hug.

"I do, too."

"R-really?"

"Yes... I do."

Just after that sentence left his mouth, Dark Choco held Parfait's chin and kissed her softly on the lips. Parfait immediately wrapped her arms around his neck happily, wishing the kiss would never end.

"I love you, Dark Choco cookie..."

"I love you, too."

[nosetrimmerreview]

10 Amazing Custom Made Furniture Stores In London That You Need To Check Out

Furniture is a vital part of any home, and there’s nothing quite as satisfying as finding the perfect piece of furniture to complete your space. But finding the perfect piece of furniture can be tough—especially if you’re not familiar with the London furniture scene. In this article, we’ve put together 10 amazing custom made furniture stores that you need to check out if you’re in London. From bespoke furniture to vintage finds, these stores have everything you need to complete your home with the perfect piece of furniture. Custom made home office furniture London Dunhill Dunhill is a London-based tailor that specialises in bespoke, tailored furniture. Their shop on Old Bond Street has been in business since the 1700s, and they continue to create some of the most intricate and exquisite pieces of furniture in the city. They offer a wide range of services, including fitting rooms and individual consultations, so you can get exactly what you need for your home. If you're looking for something unique and special, Dunhill is definitely worth checking out. Fitted wardrobes London Kings Cross If you're looking for some unique and custom made furniture in London, then you need to check out some of the stores listed below. From antique furniture to modern pieces, these stores have something for everyone. Custom made furniture London 1. Bespoke Kings Cross This store is perfect for anyone looking for unique furniture. They have a wide range of items, from antique pieces to modern pieces, and they are always updating their inventory so be sure to check back often! Bespoke furniture UK

2. London Antique Furniture If you're looking for high-quality furniture that's been used in the past, then you should check out London Antique Furniture. They carry a wide range of items, from chairs to beds, and they're always adding new pieces so be sure to keep an eye out! Custom contemporary furniture London

3. King & Co. Antiques This store is perfect if you're looking for antique furniture that's been restored or refinished. They have a large selection of items, from chairs to tables, and they always offer free delivery within zone 1 (which includes most of London).  Custom built wardrobe London

Haunch of Venison If you're looking for some amazing custom made furniture stores in London that you need to check out, then you should definitely head over to Barker and Spoon. Not only do they have some of the most unique and stunning furniture pieces that you'll ever see, but their customer service is also top notch. Plus, their prices are really reasonable too, so you won't be spending a fortune on anything at this store. If you're in the mood for something a bit more traditional, then you should definitely check out The Workshop. This store has a wide variety of furniture options, as well as some great deals that you won't find at other stores. Plus, their staff is always willing to help guide you through whatever piece of furniture might fit your needs. Solly If you're looking for furniture that is both unique and of high quality, then you need to check out some of the custom made stores in London. Here are five of the most amazing stores that you need to visit: 1. Solly - This store is known for its high quality furniture and unique designs. You'll find everything fromtraditional pieces to more contemporary pieces, all made with love and care. 2. The Wooden Chair Gallery - This store specializes in hand-made wooden chairs and sofas. Whether you're in the market for a new chair or just want to browse, this is the place for you. 3. White Rabbit Furniture - This store is known for its eclectic mix of furniture, including items from around the world. From antique pieces to sleek modern items, there's something here for everyone. 4. Studio Lambert - This store is home to some of the most beautiful custom made furniture in London. From upholstered seats to lush curtains, there's something here for every room in your home. 5. The Cabinet Maker - If you're looking for a specific type of furniture (like a desk), then this is the place to go! Not only do they have an amazing selection, but they can also make it exactly according to your specifications. Field London is a city that never sleeps, so it's no surprise that there are some amazing custom made furniture stores in the city! Whether you're looking for something specific or just want to take a look, these stores are definitely worth checking out. Here are five of the best: 1) The Furniture Workshop - This store is perfect for anyone who wants high-quality furniture without having to break the bank. Not only do they have an incredible selection of furniture, but their prices are really reasonable too. 2) London Custom Furniture - This store is great if you're looking for something unique and stylish. They have an amazing selection of furniture created by some of the best designers in the business, and their prices are definitely reasonable. 3) Soho Custom Furniture - If you're looking for high-quality furniture that will look great in any room, then this is the store for you. They have an incredible selection of both traditional and contemporary pieces, and their prices are really reasonable too. 4) Kaffe Fassett - If you're looking for something unique and special, then you need to check out Kaffe Fassett. Not only do they have an amazing range of furniture, but their designs are always incredibly eye-catching and stylish. 5) London Home furnishings - If you're on a budget but still want high-quality furniture, then London Home furnishings is the store for you! They have an incredible Knoll If you're looking for some amazing custom made furniture stores in London that you need to check out, then Knoll should definitely be on your list. Founded by two brothers, they specialize in designing and creating some of the most unique pieces of furniture in the city. From stylish sofas to trendy side tables, there's sure to be something here that will suit your needs. Plus, their prices are absolutely unbeatable - making them a must-check shop if you're looking for high-quality furniture at an unbelievably low price. Cabinetmaker’s Workshop Finding a custom furniture store in London can be daunting, but these stores offer amazing options for everything from contemporary pieces to rustic pieces. Here are five of the best custom furniture stores in London: 1. The Cabinetmaker’s Workshop This store is perfect for those who want high-quality, customized furniture. They have a wide variety of options, and the staff is knowledgeable and helpful. 2. Frends & Strangers This store specializes in unique and beautiful pieces of furniture that you won’t find anywhere else. They have a large selection of contemporary and traditional pieces, as well as some unique designer brands. 3. Rowse Home furnishings This store has an incredible range of options when it comes to furnishing your home. They have everything from big-ticket items like sofas and beds to more affordable choices like lamps and side tables. Plus, their staff is incredibly helpful and knowledgeable. 4. Tate & Lyle Home furnishings Ltd./The Design Centre at Oxford Street/Designer Outlet at Bond Street/Designer Outlet at Oxford Circus/The Designer Outlet at Regent Street/ Holtzbrinck Fine Furniture Ltd./Howard Miller Furniture Ltd./Room & Board/West Elm UK Ltd./Williams Sonoma LLC . . . Whitefriars If you're in the market for custom-made furniture, then you need to check out Whitefriars. This store is chock full of unique and luxurious pieces that will transform any room in your home. From sofas to beds, there's something here for everyone. And if you can't find what you're looking for, don't worry - they'll custom make it just for you! Cabinet Makers If you're in the market for some unique and one-of-a-kind furniture, you need to check out some of the cabinetmakers in London. Here are five amazing stores that will knock your socks off! 1. The Cabinet Makers Located in Covent Garden, The Cabinet Makers is a must-visit for anyone looking for custom made furniture. They have an incredible range of furniture, from bedroom sets to dining chairs and even sofas. Plus, their prices are really reasonable considering the high quality of their products. 2. The Antiques Warehouse If you're looking for something a little more rustic, then The Antiques Warehouse is definitely the place to go. Not only do they have a great selection of antique furniture, but their prices are also very reasonable. Plus, their staff is incredibly friendly and knowledgeable about their products. 2. Urban Design Ltd If you're looking for something a little more modern and sleek, then Urban Design Ltd is definitely the place to go. They have an incredible range of contemporary furniture, from sofas to coffee tables. Plus, their prices are very reasonable considering the high quality of their products. 3. Goose Lane Furniture Co If you're looking for something unique and eye-catching, then Goose Lane Furniture Co is definitely the store for you! Not only do they have an incredible range of unique furniture, but their prices are also very reasonable. Plus, their staff Conclusion If you're looking for high-quality furniture that will look amazing in your home, you need to check out some of the amazing custom made furniture stores in London. From traditional wood shops to modern design houses, there is sure to be a store that matches your needs and style. So whether you're looking for something simple or something with a bit of flare, head on over to one of these great stores and pick up some stylish new furniture!

[diamondoffice]

Top tips for buying second-hand furniture

Purchasing old furniture is a terrific way to cut costs and prevent recyclable wood from ending in landfills. Also, second-hand furniture shopping can be a little adventure too.

While some pieces of furniture still have years to live, others may require a minor (or major) makeover. But how do you differentiate between the two? Fortunately, there are strategies & cheat codes that you can apply while looking for second-hand furniture at a yard sale, resale store, or thrift store.

Here are some tips on purchasing second-hand furniture to ensure you receive the best value possible.

1. Measure the area you have and measure the desired furniture

Although eyeballing is easy, use a tape measure for the details. Before shopping for a bookcase, chair, sofa, or end table, measure the dimensions of your chosen space. If a corner shelf you spend even a few dollars on won't fit in the corner, you won't buy second-hand furniture in Essex. Instead of wasting money, measure the space and the furniture, too, before taking it home.         

Also, choose a couple of locations around your house for the item. This way, you have a backup plan if you come upon something ideal but somewhat larger or smaller than your preferred location.

2. Try it out right away

Nothing is worse than bringing something home to discover that it isn't working properly. Many pieces of home-office furniture in Essex are offered without a return policy and are sold "as is," so you cannot exchange it for any reason. Try out old furniture in-store to prevent being let down. Make sure the couch is comfortable by sitting on it for a while. Check the dresser drawers' handles to see if they are alright even after a few uses. Look inside the cabinets to see the shelving in detail.

3. Sniff the air to check (Yes! Really!)

Despite how much you adore it, unpleasant-smelling cabinets and drawers may be a deal-breaker for your office furniture in Essex. Even a slight stink might take a long time, and it can be difficult to pinpoint where a mystery smell originated. 

For instance, cigarette smoke that was previously barely detectable on a piece at a flea market will become more noticeable after it is placed indoors (and it can soak into your clothes, boots and more). While new fabric, paint, and stain might work wonders, once an odor permeates a piece of furniture, it is irreversible.

4. Look at the furniture's back

Verify the furniture's backside for damage (You'd be astonished at how many individuals don't turn their used furniture around before bringing it home). A thorough inspection of the "unseen" side can show deal-breakers like damaged supports, holes in the back, and more. Make sure to avoid bringing it home, even if it will sit up against a wall.

5. Find out its weight

You might adore the beauty of a 60-inch-tall solid oak dresser you bought, but if you want to transport it safely to your home, you should choose something lighter-weight. (Home office furniture in Essex can also appear light, but small pieces can weigh a lot.) To get an idea about its weight, you'll need to carry a piece of furniture home or carefully lift or tip one in the store before handing over the cash.

6. Make a strategy for bringing it home

Plan how you'll transport second-hand furniture in Essex from the store to your home. You're lucky if you own a pickup truck. If not, see if you can borrow one from a friend or rent one. Once it is in your home, it may be thrilling and fulfilling. The money you save might be satisfying whether you decide to refinish it or leave it as-is.

Use these suggestions when purchasing used furniture, and have fun while searching; it will be well worth it once you have your hands and eyes on the right piece.

And, if you haven't found the items for your house with a fascinating story behind them, you can purchase some amazing used furniture from Diamond Office Furniture Limited. They have the widest range of furniture pieces and ensure that customers always get their hands on the right stuff.

[peachycoreroo]

the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi​‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”  

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

[witchesbe-like]

How To Make A Spell Locket

I love lockets. Especially vintage ones that have filigree designs engraved on them. Or sometimes they come in different shapes like hearts, circles or ovals. Lockets to me already feel kind of mysterious reminding me of poison rings but for keeping photos or secrets inside. 

If you have a locket sitting around, this spell is the perfect way to switch it up and wear your locket with your spell intention. If you need a locket first, try checking out thrift shops or craft stores. You can find pretty inexpensive lockets at any jewelry rack at a second hand shop, or score a pack of them at your local craft supply store. 

Making spell lockets is really simple and only requires a few ingredients depending on what you choose to designate your locket for. 

Protection Spell Locket 

Black Obsidian Chips

Mugwort, Sage, and/or Rosemary

Black Candle Wax

Incense

Abundance Spell Locket

Citrine Chips

Basil

Green Candle Wax

Incense

Psychic Abilities Spell Locket

Amethyst

Jasmine 

Purple Candle Wax

Incense

To Find Other Witches Locket

Labradorite

Rosemary

Gold candle wax

Incense

To create your spell locket set your items out in front of you and light the candle color correspondence to the spell locket you are creating. Light your candle and incense. Meditate to clear your mind and cast a white circle around yourself and your spell.  

Light your incense and cleanse your locket by passing it through the smoke first. Next, cleanse the crystal chips and herbs you will be using. 

Arrange the crystal chips in your locket. Next, arrange the herbs. Both the crystals and the herbs should be placed in a way that the locket can still be closed and latched if necessary. If you have too many pieces in your locket, reduce them by removing a few herbs and crystal chips. 

Once you have the desired amount and your locket can easily close, take your candle and let the wax drip inside setting the crystal chips and herbs inplace. (Careful not too much!) Let the wax dry. If you’ve over dripped or are no longer able to close the locket, carefully take a toothpick and scrape the excess wax off. 

Set your intention over the locket by reciting the following but paraphrasing for your intention: I create this amulet for ______________ and charge it with my intention to _________________.  (For instance you can say, “I create this amulet for protection and charge it with my intention to protect me from all harm.”)

If you are actively wearing the necklace, don’t forget to take it outside and charge it under the full moon each month. 

Graphics on this blog post were created by Obsidian Odyssey. Thank you so much for creating the amazing art art for this post! Check out her witchy blog and join her online coven. <3 

[jadequeen88]

Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki​ and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward. 

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

 “Big Red <3” 

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him. 

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on. 

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss. 

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests. 

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped. 

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree. 

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. 

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.” 

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?” 

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. 

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure. 

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out. 

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit. 

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks. 

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body. 

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.” 

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker. 

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours. 

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp. 

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug. 

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands. 

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

[turtle-go-brrrr]

Hi, may I please request the bayverse turtles x male reader who likes to wear women’s clothes like skirts and dresses, but because of fear of judgment, he only wears them at home, but then the boys come over to visit one night and see him wearing a dress, and at first the reader almost panics and has a mini heart attack, but then comfort ensues?

My first request 🥺

I was gonna stick to headcanons at first, but I just love this prompt so much! Thank you for requesting ^^ I hope you like it! (Took some IRL experiences from my best friend because he's amazing and wear dresses like a champ uwu)

Handsome

Male! Reader

Requested: Yes

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 1090

Triggers: none

Summary: You found the prettiest dress last week and have yet to try it on. You know you look good, but an unexpected visit still makes you doubt yourself.

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You were looking hella fine on this late Saturday evenning.

The dress you found is pretty simple, actually. With short sleeves, a defined waist, falling right above your knees. Kind of a vintage style, but the modern patterns really caught your eye. And when you tried it on? You fell in love. You almost didn’t regret that shopping spree April dragged you on.

But here you were, your cool ass dress on, sitting on your couch waiting for the ordered food to come in. You didn’t actually got out with more feminine clothes on for… well, for obvious reasons, shall we say. But chilling in your own home? Why stop yourself?

The food came in quick, and after tipping the delivery guy, you flopped down on your couch once again, putting on the latest show you promised you were going to watch. You put your food on your lap, drolling at the smell, and started the first episode.

Not even five minutes in, you heard a knock. You pressed pause and checked the door, thinking the delivery guy might have forgotten something. But you hear the knock again, and it comes from your window. And you know exactly who it is.

Oops.

Well, turns out your favorite mutants decided to pay you an unnanounced visit tonight. You scambled around your living room, not knowing if you should tell them to wait while you changed, or if you should open anyway.

They’re your friends. They’re not gonna judge you, dumbass. Just trust them.

Apparently, your late response made them think you were in danger. And apparently, that meant they were going to force your window. Sweet. Your window flew open after a few suspicious clicking sounds, and four very big, very mutated turtles fell right after the other in your living room. Michelangelo was the first to recover and get right back on his feet.

“Dude, are you okay? Why did it take so long?” He said, panicked. He looked at your flustered face, then dragged his eyes up and down shamelessely and stopped.

“What’s that smell ? Did you order without us?” He asked sadly before being shoved aside by Leonardo who took you by the shoulders, inspecting you as if you just got ran over by a truck, Donatello following close behind with his goggles in front of his eyes.

“You’re all being ridiculous, you know that?” You try your best to hide your embarassment, but you’re doing a terrible job. And they can all see it. You wait for the laughs, or the snide comments, even the disapointed tooks on their faces, but after a very uncomfortable silence you hear Raphael speak up.

“Cool dress. You never told us you could look this fine.” He smirks, and for once, he’s not being sarcastic.

“I- uuuh... What?”

“Yeah, c’mon bro. You know we love human fashion. Why do you think we’re always nagging April to show off her best outfits?”

“Mikey, leave him alone. And you should leave April alone, too.”

“But dude, look at him! He’s so handsome in that dress, it’s a crime not to show it off!” Mikey throws his hands in the air in defeat as Leo passes next to you, inspecting the other rooms of your appartment for any sign of danger.

“No one’s there except you guys, Leo. Also, did you break my window? Because I’m not paying for that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure Donnie can fix -” The resident genius interrupts him with a slap behing the head.

Leo comes back, apparently satisfied with his search, and looks right at you. “Why were you so nervous when we came in if you aren’t in any danger?” You swear his super power is asking just the right questions.

You hesitate. They’re your friends. They trust you, and you know you can trust them.

But being vulnerable isn’t easy.

“Well, um…” You take a deep breath. “Okay, how do I put this ?” You can’t stop fidgeting with your hands. Openning up to your friends was harder than it looked like. “I was, uh, scared ? That you’d judge me. You know, for being a guy in a dress and all ?” Your voice is a lot softer than you’d like, and you can hear it crack. Damn you.

They all stare at you, obvious surprise on their faces. And you feel the heat creeping up your neck ana a cold sweat falling down your spine. Your nerves weren’t in your favor tonight.

“Huh?” You think it comes from Mikey. “Why would we judge you for wering a dress? You rock it, man.” Leo puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it an affectionate squeeze in silent support.

“Hey, as long as you don’t wear crocs like Fearless over here, we’re ain’t gonna judge you, bud.” You’ve never seen Raph look at you so softly before, but it quickly washes away by the side smirk he gives you just before saying : “Besides, you’re hot as hell, man. I’m not complaining.”

Leo groans, Donnie laughs, and Mikey shoves your shoulder playfully.

You laugh too, intense relief washing over you as your anxiety comes down, but you have to ask.

“You don’t think it makes me… Like, less manly or something ?” This time, you intentionally show your concern. You know they don’t but you need to hear it from them.

Raph ruffles your hair and passes an arm around your shoulders, directing you to the couch. “If anything, I’d say it makes you more manly. You wear what you wear and look good doin’ it. It’s all about confidence.” You cling to his arm, the biggest smile on your face.

“Y/N, I studied quantum physics, astrophysics, rocket science, number theory and so much more, and I can now understand all of those concepts perfectly. But gender? What the fuck were you guys thinking when you created those? And why give one to a piece of cloth?” Donnie gives you a playful wink as he takes his – your – place on the couch.

“You sharin’?” Mikey motions at the food on the table, and you give him a fork. You all take place in front of the TV, getting comfortable and you start the episode again.

You almost want to cry. You know they wouldn’t judge you for that either.