#they have a trail so you can see it up close

[promiscuousg1rl]

dealer!rafe and stripper!reader meeting for the first time

warnings: vulgar language, rafe being a strip club virgin, inaccurate portrayal of strip club atmosphere, brief talk of ass shaking

"you tellin' me you ain't none of your bitch ass friends took you to a strip club befo'? barry looks up at rafe with a pair of wide eyes, shaking his head. "that shit is sad man, all that money and you ain't never made it rain on no strippas."

rafe chuckles as they make their away across the crowded parking lot. hands tucked in the pockets on his khaki pants. "what can I say man, the place never interested me before."

"what?" barry frowns in confusion. "beautiful women shaking they ass and titties in yo' face don't interest you?"

shrugging, rafe stares up at the sign that read Magic City Gentlemen's Club. "never been in one to know for sure."

"well country cub, i'm 'bout to show you exactly what you and them soft ass rich boys been missing out on." barry smirks, slapping rafe's chest before leading him through the double doors.

although the parking lot was evidence for how packed the place was, it still was a bit shocking to see just how many people were in attendance. if they weren't standing at the bar being serviced by the bartenders then they were surrounding the stages, salivating over the half naked women they were showering with dollar bills.

a part of him expected to only see Pogues in the likes of this place but as he looked around he recognized a bunch of men who were not only country club members, but associates of his father too.

"aight now," barry claps his hands together. "while it is a lot of bad bitches innis place to choose from, ima do you a favor and get you hooked up with my favorite one."

scoffing, rafe glances around at the various scantily clad women leading men around by the hand. "been here so much you actually have a favorite?"

"aye man, don't knock it until you see her. trust me, she got the potential to make you spend all ya money on her and go broke."

looking around eagerly, barry's eyes frantically scoured the dark club until the stop on a spot across the room. "lo and behold," he grins. "aye angel!"

rafe follows his gaze, there you are. he has no idea if that was your real name or if barry calling you that had anything to do with the pure white lingerie outfit you were wearing. his eyes trail down from your soft curls to the curves of your exposed body.

"from the looka' that drool goin' down ya chin, you see the hype." barry snickers from beside him, making rafe shove his shoulder. "angel!"

at the second shout of your name you finally look over at barry, a bright smile gracing your gloss-covered lips. on the tallest heels he's ever seen, you saunter over to them with your hips swaying.

"barry," you bat your eyelashes at him. "made some good sales today?"

barry smirks at you, stepping so close that your chest nearly touches his. "you know I like to come spend a lil sumn sumn on you and your girls when I got it."

you hum, lips stretching into an even wider smile. "i'll let them know to make it good for you tonight then." as if you're barely noticing him hovering a few inches away, your eyes meet rafe's with a curious glint in them. "who's this?"

"angel, this here is my homeboy and business partner country club," leading you over by the hand. "country club, this is angel."

much like he did you, your eyes survey him from head to toe. the way you spend a few seconds too long on his pants has him fighting off the urge to fidget.

you huff out a laugh. "thought you said kooks were only good for being customers."

"what can i say, we make good money together."

gently easing your hand out of barry's, you angle your body towards rafe's. his brooding silence making him all the more appealing to you.

"you a first timer country club?"

" 'that obvious?" he drawls out.

you shrug. "trust me, i would remember a face like yours."

"huh."

"so," your eyes don't leave his. "who's going first?"

your heels are the only reason you can see the way his pupils dilate and you come to a quick realization that you hope that its him.

a throat clears from beside the two of you, making you look over a barry. "well i hyped you up to my boy so i'ma gone and let you show him wassup."

with that, he strolls over to one of the other dancers lingering around and leans down to whisper in her hear.

"well country club--"

"rafe," he interrupts. " 'name's rafe."

"rafe," you purr, resting a hand on the center of his chest. "you ready?"

"lead the way angel."

a/n this was so rushed but fuck it we ball 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[love44lew]

Day 3: ‘you’re gonna be a mom’

彡drivers lewis hamilton x pregnant!reader 🪼

彡genre intense fluff

彡summary you find a special way to reveal to your husband that you’re gonna be parents

၊၊||၊ i kind of made a part two for this because i wanted it to be a series originally but i kinda thought it was just fine to leave it here ;-; anyways feedback is always appreciated, enjoy!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings cuteness overload

Lewis has ALWAYSS wanted kids. his natural connection and love for kids is so beautiful and every time you see him with his niece and nephew your heart just explodes into a million pieces. he is SO CUTE ♡︎!! so to your not-so-much surprise when you found out you were pregnant, you knew this would skyrocket him to space. fathers day is up in coming so you knew it was the perfect timing.

you glanced out the window of your bedroom to see your husband carrying the last of the bags into the trunk of your suv as you were inside finishing wrapping the little present you have for him and make your way to the kitchen where you await for him to enter back into the house.

“baby!? you ready to go?” he calls from the front door. “yeah, can you come here real quick?” you call back. lewis makes his way towards the kitchen to find with a little present box in front of you on the island.

“whats this~?” he leans back a little trying to look suspecting with a big smile creeping on his face at the same time. your heart is beating through your chest but you manage to keep your composure as you shakily slide the box towards him.

“for me? thank you.” he leans over and gives you a loving peck on the cheek before unraveling the ribbon tying the mini gift closed.

you can feel your heart beating in your damn ears and you feel like you’re about to throw up like you have been doing for the last 3 days—the mixtures of fear and excitement stirring up within you. it feels like time is moving in .3x with your eyes glued to his hands as he discards your carefully tied ribbon to the side and pulls the top off the box, which lifts the whole box it and a little with a pop as the air trapped within releases as the top drops off the rest of the box. he carefully pulls back the colorful paper and confetti covering the goods within and he slowly takes out a mini diaper followed by a positive pregnancy test. his shoulders drop and he stares at it for a couple seconds. you swore your heart stopped for a moment and your breathing paused as you stood by impatiently for a response. lewis trails his gaze towards you, his eyes pink and glossy. unexpectedly, he carefully places the stuff onto the counter and takes a step toward you, closing the gap between as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

he didn’t say anything but over your own heartbeat you could hear his as your head lay rested on his shoulder, your bodies enveloping in each others warmth. a few moments pass by and lewis breaks the silence with shaken whispers of “thank you”’s and “i love you”’s muffled into the crook of your neck. you rub your hands up his back and neck, you can feel little warm droplets kiss your cheeks, your eyes spilling sweet tears. its not the reaction you expected, but its the reaction you needed. you’ve always wanted kids of your own, its a shared desire between you and your husband.

now, this dream is true and you’re more than ecstatic not that your fulfilling a dream of your own, but now a dream of the one you love the most. his short lived silence spoke volumes. it wasn’t just happiness, it was relief. lewis slightly pulled away to face you, taking in your beauty lovingly. he leaves a series of soft kisses across your face. lewis takes your hand and shifts his lips over to your fingers and palms and then guiding it to his face. you caress his cheek with your thumb, wiping away a light tear that dared to travel further down his smooth glass skin.

“you’re gonna be a mom” he slightly squeezes your hand as he says that. every doubt and nervousness immediately drops from your body as you fall into a small giggle fit. some tears leaving your eyes as you conclude with a sniffle.

“yea..” you roll your eyes playfully “i guess i am”. he dips his arms down below your bum and picks you up into an embrace, continuing his series of kisses on your neck and chest.

your heart flutters and jumps with positivity as you throw your head back in laughter. he places you down on the island and cups your face taking you lips into his for a passionate but loving kiss. his large hands run up your sides, taking a moment to pass them over your stomach feeling over a baby bump that doesn’t quite exist yet but his imagination going wild knowing everything you both achieved up until this point, your love, patience, and hope, has now taken human form. his little miracle. oh how much they need to catch up on when they’re born. he has so much to tell them, he wont even know where to start. he pressed his forehead against yours, his palms ending their path on your shoulders.

“everything feels so right, you feel right baby..” lewis cups the sides of your neck in his hands.

“i love you. words will never be enough to tell, but i hope you know i do and i’m so glad its you, its always been you.” his lips collide with yours once again.

slow and sweet, but feels like electricity every time. your hand rests on his bicep giving it a little squeeze. he pulls away, his kind doe eyes gazing down at you. your eyes dart to each one of his, a pause before your lips clash once again, wherever you were supposed to go long forgotten by now. bodies intertwined as emotions consumed the two of you. your legs swing around his back, forcing his hand to leave your neck and slap down on the counter trying to keep his balance as you pulled him down, deepening the kiss. his other hand slid its way down your body and back to your lower stomach, caressing with his thumb. before things could go any further, lewis’s phone starts to ring. you attempt to ignore but when they called again, its probably important. with a sigh and a final kiss lewis answered the phone with his sister on the other line. “hello?” lewis spoke into the phone.

you can faintly hear the other line and you recognize the voice. “are you guys on the way?” his sister asked. lewis glanced at you and you both exchanged a quiet chuckle.

“yeah, yeah.. you can say that” you heard some “huh? what does that supposed to—“ before the other side of the line went silent as he hung up you and your husbands clips colided with yours again, continuing your interrupted kiss.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely. you whined, the taste of his lips still lingering on yours. lewis helped you down from the table and walked you all the way to the car.

“hehe I’m not disabled yet” you giggled as he helped you down the porch stairs. “i know, just getting into the habit.” he smiled, kissing your knuckles as he assisted you entering the car. your whole life, you’ve always wanted kids. the only problem was, what if its with the wrong person? what if he leaves mid trimester or isn’t the father that her baby needs? what if she fails as a mother? all these doubts have now flown out the window with the wind. since the day you met your husband, you’ve known it was going to be him. he takes any of those doubts and squashes them like annoying bugs. even if your love story comes to an end (which you hope it doesn’t) you will be sure co parenting with him will be an easy feat.

you couldn’t ask for anything more. “woo hooo im gonna be a dad!” your silly husband screams out the car window to the unsuspecting oncoming cars. all you can do is wipe away your tears of happiness and laughter at his goofiness.

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[yun-fangz]

Sleepy Head.

synopsis: waking needy, you can't help but crave the taste of your boyfriend.

pairings: ateez (member not specified) x gn!reader

warnings: smut, consensual somnophilia, cursing, oral (m rec.)

a/n: hiii thank u so much for requesting this, although I deviated a tad bit from what you wanted, I hope that this is still enjoyable for you! id also like to let everyone know that my inbox is open! however, writing out requests may take me a long while, I apologize!

You guys had discussed this before, and countless times have you woken up to the man's head buried between your thighs, so you don’t understand why you’re so nervous to return the favor. 

You had woken up hot and bothered this morning, an itch for something, someone, to satisfy that itch under your skin. You turned to face your sleeping boyfriend, your eyes naturally drifting down to the exposed area of his stomach, where his shirt had ridden up some throughout the night. 

The smooth and toned plane of your boyfriend's torso was driving you furtherly insane,  convincing your already horny brain that there was nothing to be afraid of. Snaking a hand out, you begin to brush the area of skin with the pads of your fingers, a deep inhale escaping the man's lips at the sudden touch. You bite back a small smile at his reaction, letting your eyes drift lower towards his boxers. A faint outline of his cock was visible, sending straight hot waves of arousal down to your core, urging you to act faster. 

You settle yourself further down the bed, hands drifting to the sides of his hips as your nails toy with the elastic band of his underwear. Taking a final deep breath, you slowly drag the fabric down to about mid-thigh, just enough to free his already semi-hard cock. You take his length into your hands, feeling the way it immediately twitches into one of your palms. Feeling emboldened, your hand begins to move at a slow but rhythmic pace, stroking your sleeping boyfriend into full hardness, your eyes never leaving his sleeping face. Occasionally you paused as he stirred, small groans and deep puffs of air leaving his lips as his brows knitted almost confusedly at the pleasure. 

Once you know he's fully hard, you then lean down to leave a light, explorative kiss on the tip of his cock, enjoying the way it jumps at your touch. Trailing down his cock, you leave small open-mouthed kisses along the way, stopping just above his balls before trailing back up. As you reach his tip once more, you leave one last kiss onto his slit as you open your mouth, taking in his cock with one swift motion. You waste no time now, burying his cock into the back of your throat, resisting the urge to gag as his hips subconsciously buck deeper into your mouth. 

His groans soon turn into gasped moans as the the feeling of your mouth rouses him from sleep, his eyes cracking open to see yours staring right back at him. It takes him a moment to fully process what was happening as you sucked on his cock, his head eventually falling back into the pillows as the pleasure soon consumed his entire body. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, his voice gravelly from just waking up. Simply humming as a response, you continue to work your mouth over his cock, eventually feeling his hands tangle into your hair. You can hear his moans rise in volume the longer you suck him off, his hips beginning to stutter more against your mouth. 

Soon enough, to your displeasure, you feel a small tug at your hair as he pulls you off his cock, his eyes blown wide just as yours as he takes deep breaths to steady himself.

“God, you’re gonna make me cum too soon if you keep doing that…” He groans, voice heavy with lust. 

“That's the point” You reply quietly, your lips resting against his reddened tip as you stare up at him with wide eyes. He has to take a second to close his eyes and compose himself so as to not cum at just the look of you with your red and swollen lips pressed against his raging boner. Smiling to yourself at the small effect you have on him, your hands stroke up and down his thighs in a coaxing manner, causing him to open his eyes and look at you once more.

“Let me take care of you…” You purr sweetly into his skin before you latch yourself back onto his cock, sending him back into the deep throws of morning pleasure.

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[ikkyfics]

Midnight Reverie

Sirius Black x f!reader

Summary: “You know what's funny?" His voice is low, drawling, like a secret whispered against your wrist. "What?" Your own voice trembles. "I swear my plan was just to make you sleep." His teeth graze your skin lightly. "But you're not helping, doll."

Warnings: language, est. relationship, suggestive, love bites, no use of y/n, the marauders' reaction when they saw that you spent the night in the boys' dormitory

A/N: sirius' m.list is my oldest draft (from early december), but only now have I dared to do something with it, I hope it didn't turn out too bad <33

Masterlist

Your footsteps on the stone staircase barely make a sound as you climb toward the boys' dormitories in Gryffindor Tower. The castle is drowned in the silence of the early hours, and the only light illuminating your path comes from the weakly dancing flames in the common room fireplace far below.

You've been here before. Many times. The path to him is as familiar as Sirius himself.

Reaching the top of the staircase, you push the door open slowly, slipping into the dark room. The air is thick with the dormitory’s woody scent and something unmistakably his—a mix of leather, smoke, and Sirius.

The other boys sleep deeply, their steady breathing filling the space. But your gaze is drawn to the bed at the far end, where crimson curtains are partially parted, revealing a cascade of black hair spread across the pillow.

Sirius lies on his side, one hand tucked under his face, his breathing slow and deep. The moonlight slipping through the window cracks casts a silver glow over him, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the soft shadows beneath his closed eyes, the dark hue of his long lashes against his pale skin.

You move closer, soundless, kneeling beside his bed. Your heart pounds in your chest as you lightly trace your fingers over his arm, the tip of your nail grazing the warmth of his skin.

"Sirius..." your voice is barely a whisper.

He stirs, frowning slightly before his eyes slowly flutter open. Sleep-clouded gray meets yours, and a shadow of a smile tugs at his lips.

"Ah," his voice, rough and drowsy, slides through the silence like a secret. "So my imagination has finally materialized into flesh and bone?"

His lazy, slightly teasing tone sends warmth flooding through your chest. You smile softly. "If you're dreaming of me, then your imagination is terribly dull."

Sirius lets out a short chuckle, rolling onto his back and stretching an arm toward you. "Since you're already here, come on."

You don’t hesitate. The bed creaks slightly as you slide in, molding yourself against the warmth of his body. Sirius shifts to make space, pulling the curtains closed around you both with a lazy flick of his wand before murmuring a silencing charm. The world outside disappears.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his bare chest. The heat of his skin is comforting, and you can feel the slow, drowsy rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, his lips brushing the top of your head.

You shake your head against him, feeling the movement of his smile before you even see it.

"Lucky me, then."

"Why?"

"Because now I have an excuse to do this." His fingers trail idly up your arm, skimming over your shoulder, your neck, until finally threading into your hair. He plays with the strands absentmindedly while his other arm tightens around your waist, as if making sure you won’t slip away.

You sigh, sinking further into him.

Sirius tilts his head, pressing his lips lightly to your forehead for a lingering moment, his breath warm against your skin before he murmurs:

"Want me to tell you a story?"

You lift your face to look at him. "Since when do you tell stories?"

He shrugs, a lazy glint in his eyes. "Since now. I have a very selective and highly demanding audience to entertain."

You laugh softly but nod. "I do."

Sirius thinks for a moment, his gray eyes lost in the shadows of the bed canopy. Then, in a deliberately dramatic tone, he begins:

"Once upon a time, there was a great hunter in the sky. He was strong, invincible, arrogant as hell, but handsome enough to make up for it—"

"This is about Orion, isn’t it?"

"Hey, who’s telling the story here?"

You smile, resting a hand on his chest. "Go on, then."

Sirius clears his throat theatrically. "As I was saying, Orion was a legendary hunter. But he was also a little impulsive—and pissed off powerful people, which, let’s be honest, is a familiar trait."

The implication in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. You smile against his skin, feeling Sirius's muscles relax beneath your fingers.

"He boasted that he could defeat any beast on Earth," Sirius continues, lowering his voice to a deep whisper. "And the gods, being the bastards they are, didn’t like that. So they sent a scorpion to kill him. And just like that, the invincible hunter fell."

He pauses, his eyes locked onto yours.

"But the gods placed him in the sky," he finishes softly. "A bright constellation, never to be forgotten."

The silence between you is filled only by the sound of your soft breaths and the slow beat of Sirius’s heart under your palm.

"Tragic," you murmur.

Sirius smiles faintly. "All the best stories are."

You watch his face in the dark, the soft fall of his dark hair over his eyes, the strong line of his jaw softened by the dim light. He looks caught between two worlds—one where he is Sirius Black as everyone knows him, and another where it’s just you and the way he melts into you.

You touch his face lightly, letting your thumb graze the curve of his mouth. "If you were a constellation, which one would you be?"

His lips part slightly under your touch, something warm flickering in his gaze.

"If I could choose..." he murmurs, "any one that’s next to you in the sky."

Your heart clenches.

Sirius seems to notice, because he leans in and presses his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss, as if trying to trap the feeling of you here, as if trying to make this moment eternal.

And in a way, it is.

The kiss starts soft. The kind of kiss Sirius gives when he wants to savor, when he wants to feel. But there’s something about you—the way your fingers tangle in his hair, the way your body molds against his, the way your lips return to his without a shred of hesitation—that makes him lose his patience.

The sound he makes against your mouth is deep, almost a low, satisfied purr, and then the softness dissolves. His hands tighten on your waist before sliding up your back, pulling you closer. You feel the tension in his muscles beneath your fingers, his breath becoming more uneven against yours.

Sirius kisses like it’s hunger.

And you surrender.

You get carried away.

Your bodies fit together in an almost desperate way, his hands traveling up your neck, into your hair, his fingers firm against your skin, as if he wants to memorize you. He takes your mouth with more insistence now, deepening the kiss in a way that makes it hot, consuming.

When you let out a quiet moan against his lips, Sirius exhales an almost exasperated sigh and flips you over in one swift motion, pinning you beneath him. His weight is comfortable, warm, and you feel every inch of him against you.

Sirius' gray eyes gleam in the dark, intense, hungry. He leans down, brushing the tip of his nose along your jaw, trailing slowly down your neck, letting his breath warm your skin. A shiver runs through you.

"You know what's funny?" His voice is low, drawling, like a secret whispered against your wrist.

"What?" Your own voice trembles.

"I swear my plan was just to make you sleep." His teeth graze your skin lightly. "But you're not helping, doll."

The shiver rolls down your spine even before you feel the first bite.

Sirius presses his mouth to your neck, sucking slowly before biting—not hard enough to hurt, but enough that tomorrow, you’ll see the marks and remember exactly how they got there.

You cling to him, fingers digging into his bare back, feeling the satisfied chuckle he lets out against your collarbone before biting there too, as if he’s claiming you, leaving his signature on your skin.

You feel him smile against your shoulder before he trails his lips up to your jaw, then back to your mouth. The kiss now is slower, more deliberate, as if he’s savoring the effect he has on you.

Then, as abruptly as he started, Sirius stops.

His lips still brush against yours, but he doesn’t push forward. His breathing is fast, just like yours, and for a moment, he just looks at you, his gaze hazy, intense.

The silence between you is thick, full of everything that doesn’t need to be said.

Then, with a sigh, he lets out a low, husky laugh. "If I keep going, you’ll never sleep."

He doesn’t pull away completely, but you feel the weight of his restraint in his shoulders when he closes his eyes for a moment, controlling his breathing.

Your fingers touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the tension beneath his warm skin.

Sirius opens his eyes again, and there’s something so devastatingly intense in them that your heart clenches.

He gives you a faint smile, lips still a little swollen. "You’re killing me, you know that?"

You smile back, sliding your arms around his neck. "If it’s any consolation… we’re dying together."

Sirius lets out a short laugh, then kisses your forehead and pulls you against his chest.

"Now sleep, my love." His voice is low, laced with the sleep that’s finally catching up to him.

Sirius' body is a warm shelter against yours, his chest rising and falling steadily as he holds you tightly, but not trapping you. He lazily runs a hand up and down your back, tracing invisible patterns with his fingertips, the touch so tender it makes your heart ache.

"Breathe with me," he murmurs into your hair, his voice still thick with sleep.

You obey, inhaling when he does, exhaling in the same rhythm. His chest vibrates against you when he lets out a contented sigh, and then, in a tone so soft it feels meant just for you, Sirius starts to hum.

The melody is gentle, little more than a low, resonant hum against your ear. He doesn’t sing words, just lets the sound fill the space between you, as if he’s lulling you into a song only he knows.

And it works.

Your muscles slowly relax, your eyes grow heavy, and the last thing you feel before finally slipping into sleep is the warm press of Sirius' lips against your forehead.

Morning arrives lazily, with the sun filtering through the heavy curtains and spreading a golden glow across the room. You're still deeply asleep, nestled against Sirius' chest, while he rests his hand possessively on your back, his fingers lazily curled in the thin fabric of your blouse.

Sirius is awake, but he doesn’t move. He just stays there, watching the way your relaxed face looks even more beautiful in the soft light, the way your breath against his collarbone sends shivers down his skin.

He could stay like this all day.

Unfortunately, the world has other plans. The bed curtain is abruptly yanked aside.

"WHAT THE F—"

"Shhh! For Merlin's sake, James!"

Potter’s shout barely has time to echo through the room before it's interrupted by the urgent whispers of Remus. Sirius narrows his eyes, irritated.

"Fuck off, James, shut up," he grumbles, his voice still thick with sleep.

James raises his hands in surrender, but his eyes are still wide as he stares at the scene before him. Remus just rubs his face, exhausted before the day even begins.

Peter, who has just lifted his head from the pillow, gapes and immediately looks anywhere but at the two of you. "Merlin!" he murmurs, his skin flushing instantly.

Sirius, now burying his head against your neck, lets out a low chuckle. He moves just enough to pull the blanket over his body, not because he wants to hide the marks—he’s actually completely satisfied with how they look—but because he prefers no one else sees them.

James, standing at the foot of the bed with his glasses askew and a scandalized look on his face, points an accusing finger. "Those are marks, Sirius!"

Sirius rolls his eyes. "Do you really have to shout about it? Fuck, she’s still sleeping."

"It’s impressive! You were irresponsible!"

"I was passionate," Sirius corrects, a cheeky smile forming on his lips.

Remus, who’s seen worse, just lets out a sigh. "Can we at least pretend to be adults?"

Sirius shrugs, lazily looking at them before simply pulling you a little closer against him.

"You guys talk too much in the morning," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

James grimaces. "I’m going to puke."

"Then puke outside."

Peter makes a muffled sound, clearly too embarrassed to contribute to the conversation.

Remus, always practical, crosses his arms and watches Sirius with an unreadable look. "You’re a shameless dog."

Sirius grins—a lazy, insolent smile that clearly says no, he definitely isn’t ashamed.

"Guilty," he says, his voice drawling.

James shakes his head, frustrated. "Merlin, Black. Could you at least try to look sorry?"

Sirius just smiles more.

And then, in an absurdly possessive gesture, he lowers his face and places a lazy kiss on your exposed shoulder, as if wanting to make it clear to everyone that yes, the marks are his, and yes, he wears them proudly.

"Now, if you don’t mind," he says, pulling the blanket over both of you and closing his eyes again, "get out of here before I get even more graphic."

James lets out a horrified grunt.

Peter rushes to grab his things and leave.

Remus just sighs, clearly used to this.

And Sirius, satisfied with himself, settles back against you, completely ignoring the chaos he’s caused.

[star2fishmeg]

it is currently *checks time* 4:07am for me and i cannot sleep because i genuinely can not stop thinking about sleepy kisses in the kitchen with quinn after waking up for a very after midnight glass of water.

the thoughts tonight both soft and not so soft mixed with my insomnia are a lethal combo

OH this gives lake house we-could-be-caught bc I'm a sucker for that🤭 This isn't SMUT smut but there's just a lot of making out.

"Whatcha doing?" he mumbles, voice husky, lips pressing against yours lazily, his hands parting your legs as you sit on the counter, hooking your thighs around his hips and looping your arms around his shoulders, "Is my snoring that bad?"

Quinn's hands are cold against your skin, and goosebumps run over your back as he hikes your shirt up slightly to hold your waist. You were just getting water, but now he's found you, and you're back to melting into his arms, lips parting and tongue reuniting after only hours of falling asleep.

You chuckle, your fingers gliding through his tousled hair—tousled from his pillow yet still soft—and your light touch trailing down his nape, listening to his breath hitch, "Never, just thirsty. M'about to go back to bed. Sorry for waking you."

You lean in again for another kiss, this one deeper, and your tongues meet as if you're the only ones in the lake house. But you're not. You're muffling the little mewls that slip past him as best you can. Not only are his brothers and their friends asleep, but so is your brother, also known as Quinn's best friend and here you are, his sister and best friend, locking lips and grabbing at each other as if you hadn't only just snuck out of Quinn's room hours before.

"Nah, could never," he pulls away only to dive back in, hand finding your jaw and holding you close, his other pushing against your spine for you to arch your back into him, wet kisses echoing around the kitchen with the clock ticking into the abyss, "heard the door creak, forgot to oil that one."

"How did you know it was me?" Another kiss, deeper, lazy, excitement yet anxiety fizzling in your stomach when he bites your bottom lip, pulling it back to collide his lips to yours, licking into each other's mouths languidly and humming.

His hands found your thighs again, caressing along the supple skin and sliding under your knees, pulling you closer to him, hips pressing into each other. He cups your ass, kneading the flesh, your moan vibrating through him and setting his desire alight.

"The guys are heavy-footed. Come to bed with me?" He mumbles against your lips, steadying his sleepy gaze onto yours.

"I can't, what if he catches us? We're cooked."

"Ugh," he rests his forehead on your shoulder, hiding in the crook of your neck, "then we're gonna have to tell him or at least drop the hints. We're adults, he can't be mad."

You say nothing, only hum in agreement and run your fingers through his hair. He's right. Your brother has no right to decide who you can and can't date, you and Quinn have liked each other for years and some part of you hopes that if Luke and Jack can see it, your brother can too.

[ki-starz]

soft!caitlyn. nsfw. tw; top!caitlyn, bottom!reader. roommates!au, college!au. reader and caitlyn both play some unidentified sport. sleepy sex. eating out. wc; 1.2k

Going back home right after training usually bought you an hour or two alone in the dorm before Caitlyn arrived from her extra lifting session (even after the absolutely monstrous number of sprints you had to do.) It's not as if you disliked her—you wouldn't be dating her if you did—but it's nice to shower or nap without having your girlfriend silently bully her way into your space, whether that be into your too-small bed or the miniscule bathroom or behind you, leaning too much weight into your wobbly desk chair, making it creak in protest along with you.

Maybe the dorm was just too small. But that doesn't distract from the fact that taking a shower and washing off sweat and grime without her tall ass blocking the stream of water is magnificent. It warms you to the bone, and after you dry, you're quick to grasp it again—bundling up into one of Caitlyn's hoodies, plucked from where it's draped over her desk chair, the fabric skimming your hips and bunching at your wrists. It's big, even on her, so it swamps you in a sea of fabric. Drowsiness starts to set in, as it always does after such a tough practice. Or maybe that's just because the hoodie smells like Caitlyn. It's girlfriend air, which is the only explanation as to why she makes you so comfortable you're dead to the world in minutes.

You're too tired to worry about things like modesty at this point. Tunnel vision has set in, and what's more paramount is getting to your bed in the quickest time, not whether or not you put any underwear on. Nothing she hasn't seen, anyways, on hot summer days at her family's lake house when it's too muggy to even think about clothing. And with her penchant for attempting to plaster every inch of herself against you at night... you got used to the close contact quickly. So you drop into bed in just her hoodie, sling a blanket over your waist and promptly pass out, as you do every day without fail, phone abandoned on the bedside table.

Usually you're awakened by the sound of the showerhead sputtering to life, or, occasionally a pissed Caitlyn opening the door with a particularly ungraceful shoulder-shove. Today none of those things bother you. What does rouse you, though, is the trail of pale, warm fingers up your thighs.

Your eyes flutter open, a groggy, shallow breath escaping your lips. Attempting to reconcile, your memory catches up—practice. Shower. Nap. Caitlyn.

Caitlyn. When your head tilts down you see her, now. You'd rolled onto your back sometime during your slumber (or you fell asleep like that, who knows at this point.) She's still partially dressed from training and lifting. She shed her sweatpants but kept her sweat-damp tank, and if you crane your neck you can catch a glimpse of the fabric that hugs her slim hips.

All those thoughts are knocked from your head when she rubs at your inner thigh, and your brain bluescreens when she shoots you a small, charming smile.

"I was waiting for you to wake up. I didn't want to disturb you." Her words are gentle and caring on the surface, but you can see the familiar gleam in her eyes. Her endorphins are still pumping and letting desire spread through her body like a creeping fog.

Her eyes flicker down, catching on the crease of your thigh, and her tongue slides out to wet her lips.

"...can I?" She turns that pretty gaze to yours, and, well, who are you to deny her? As she shifts forward, slotting a shoulder under one of your thighs and her hand over the top of it, you nod.

Her smile widens for just a moment, endearingly delighted, before she creeps closer. A warm breath drifts over your cunt, and she giggles when your hips wiggle in turn.

"Impatient." She scolds, but can't even chastise you properly—she's already peppering kisses down your lower stomach, nose bumping against the warm skin, and exhales in pleasure when she sees you, slightly glossy already. A thumb comes to part your folds, skimming up to nudge away the hood of your clit. She presses a kiss to it, and then another, before sealing her lips weakly around it.

You rock in gentle contentment, hips rolling slow and long against her face. Her hand, once curled over your thigh, skims up your stomach; she outstretches her fingers, then curls them briefly, asking for your hand.

"Sap," you tease, but oblige her anyway—interlocking your digits indulgently. Your other hand skims down, burying itself in her ponytail to free her of the tie's strangling vice. There's no way it doesn't hurt to keep her hair tied that tight, but you don't want to ponder that now. Not when her hair falls free, dropping in front of your eyes for your hand to scoop up and hold away, and she licks a broad stripe up the length of you. And another. She's slow but thorough, catching your weeping entrance and your reddening clit with every pass. You fall into the feeling, muscles going lax even as your hips tilt towards her gentle mouth.

She chuckles against you, and then taps the back of your hand—pulling away briefly to drag your focus back.

"You're not allowed to fall asleep. I've waited all day for this, darling." Your eyes flutter back open with a bratty little huff. A narrowing of them follows, and her gaze matches it. Although she usually takes the dominant role, expertly guiding you towards that peak and finding immense pleasure in it, she's still a brat at heart. Realizing this standstill will get you nowhere closer to cumming, you acquiesce with a little puff of breath, head tilting back but gaze holding steady.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't." You begin, sighing as she sucks your pliant skin between her teeth, scraping them weakly over your thigh. "Just... keep going. And then we can both nap."

With one last kiss to the new mark she continues, a bit messier now. Despite how she enjoys it, there's a fatigue to her movements, showing how her drowsiness mirrors your own. She laps, small, quick strokes, at your clit, intercut by languished sucks that slowly, but surely, drive you up and up, hips rising to meet her strokes.

"Yes, there, Cait. Mh.. yeah." Your gentle praise spurs her, movements continuing but picking up in speed ever-so-slightly. Her head gently bobs and you guide it, hand fisted leisurely in her bangs. The sight, as much as her actions, drive you over, catching you by surprise as it glides over you. It's not a violent thing, instead blooming vines of warmth that creeps all the way to your fingertips. Caitlyn keeps her movements, though slowed, until you push her away.

When you do she clambers upwards, squeezing next to you on the too-small twin. Instinctively she draws you into her collarbone, and you should sniff in disgust at the sweat that pools there. But it smells like her and you're too sleepy to complain, so your head notches itself against her chest and you sink into the warmth of her.

© ki-starz

[00valentina-writes00]

Could u pls do ambessa x reader with insomnia, and ambessa fucks her to exhaustion so she can sleep?

✞⛧ Commanded to Rest ⛧✞

warnings: explicit sexual content, strap-on use, mild possessiveness, sleep deprivation

The air in the room is heavy, suffocating even, as the moonlight streams through the cracks in the heavy velvet curtains. You’ve been tossing and turning for hours, your mind racing with thoughts that refuse to quiet. The silence of the night is deafening, and the weight of insomnia presses down on your chest like a stone. You’ve tried everything—counting stars, sipping tea, even reading the dullest tome from Ambessa’s library—but nothing works. Your body is tired, but your mind won’t relent.

You hear the door creak open, the sound sharp in the stillness. Ambessa. You don’t have to look to know it’s her. You can feel her presence before you even see her, that magnetic energy that fills the room and demands attention. She moves silently, her boots barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. You don’t turn to face her, not yet. You’re too exhausted, too frustrated, and you don’t want her to see the shadows under your eyes, the weariness etched into your face.

“Still awake, my love?” Her voice is low, smooth as velvet, but there’s an edge to it, a sharpness that makes your skin prickle. You hear the faint clink of metal as she sets her armor aside, the sound familiar, comforting. You don’t answer her, not at first. You’re not sure what to say. How do you explain the restlessness that claws at you, the thoughts that won’t quiet?

You feel the bed dip as she sits down beside you, her weight solid and reassuring. Her hand brushes against your shoulder, her touch firm but gentle. You finally turn to look at her, and your breath catches in your throat. She’s breathtaking. The moonlight catches the silver streaks in her hair, her dark eyes sharp and calculating as they meet yours. Her skin glows, the scars that mar her arms and chest a testament to the battles she’s fought, the life she’s lived. She’s wearing a loose tunic, the fabric clinging to her muscular frame, and you can’t help but admire her strength, her power.

“I can’t sleep,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. It feels like a confession, a failure. You’re her wife, her partner, and yet you feel so small, so weak in this moment. Ambessa doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she leans in, her lips brushing against your forehead in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive. You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of her breath, the way her presence envelops you.

“Then let me help you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with promise. You feel a shiver run down your spine as her fingers trail down your arm, leaving a path of fire in their wake. You know what she’s offering, and your body responds before your mind can catch up. Your breath quickens, your heart pounding in your chest as her hand moves to your waist, her grip firm and commanding.

“Ambessa…” You start to protest, but she silences you with a kiss, her lips crashing against yours with a hunger that takes your breath away. Her kiss is demanding, intoxicating, and you can’t help but respond, your hands tangling in her short hair as you pull her closer. She tastes like wine and power, and you feel yourself melting into her, your body craving her touch, her strength.

She pulls back just enough to look at you, her dark eyes blazing with intensity. “Trust me,” she says, her voice a low growl that sends a thrill through you. You nod, your throat too dry to speak, and she moves with a purpose that leaves no room for doubt. Her hands are everywhere, firm and confident as they strip away your nightgown, leaving you bare before her. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but the way she looks at you, the heat in her gaze, makes you feel anything but weak.

She leans in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she whispers, “You’re mine,” and you feel a surge of desire that leaves you trembling. Her hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as she straddles you, her weight pressing you into the mattress. You can feel the heat of her body, the way her muscles flex as she moves, and it sends a wave of need crashing over you.

You watch as she reaches for the strap-on, your breath hitching as she secures it with a practiced ease. The sight of her, so powerful, so in control, makes your pulse race, your body aching for her. She catches your gaze, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans in, her voice a low purr. “Tell me what you want.”

You hesitate, the words caught in your throat, but Ambessa doesn’t wait. Her hand moves between your legs, her fingers brushing against your wetness, and you gasp, your back arching as pleasure shoots through you. “I want you,” you manage to choke out, your voice trembling with need. “I want you to make me forget everything but you.”

Her smirk widens, and there’s a gleam in her eyes that makes your stomach flip. “Good girl,” she purrs, and the words send a jolt of heat through you. She leans in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that leaves you breathless. You can feel her hand moving, positioning the strap-on, and you tense, your body tingling with anticipation.

“Relax,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice soothing despite the fire in her eyes. You nod, forcing your body to unwind, and she takes her time, her movements slow and deliberate as she pushes into you. You gasp, the sensation overwhelming as she fills you, stretching you in a way that leaves you trembling. Her hands move to your hips, holding you steady as she begins to move, her pace slow and methodical.

Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your body responding to her touch in ways you didn’t think possible. She’s everywhere, her strength, her power, her love, and you feel yourself losing control, your mind going blank as she consumes you. Her lips move to your neck, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine. You moan, your hands gripping the sheets as she picks up the pace, her thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.

“Ambessa…” you gasp, your voice trembling as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. She growls in response, her hands moving to your breasts, her fingers pinching your nipples in a way that makes you cry out. The pleasure is overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire as she takes you higher and higher, pushing you to the brink.

“Come for me,” she commands, her voice a low growl that sends a thrill through you. You don’t have a choice. Your body obeys, pleasure crashing over you like a wave as you moan her name, your back arching as you climax. She growls in satisfaction, her thrusts slowing as she helps you ride out the waves of pleasure, her hands gentle now, caressing your skin.

As the pleasure fades, you feel yourself beginning to relax, your body sinking into the mattress as exhaustion takes hold. Ambessa pulls out, her movements careful as she removes the strap-on and sets it aside. She lies down beside you, pulling you into her arms, and you feel a surge of love and gratitude as you nestle against her, your head resting on her chest.

“Sleep, my love,” she murmurs, her voice soft and soothing. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you do.

[sevsbunny]

just need to take a moment to talk about being on your knees for sevika <3

i got carried away um eighteen plus minors and men dni

shes been prepping you this entire time, having a pretty purple dildo on the floor for you to sit on and warm while you’re on your knees for her. your cunt is crying around this thick cock, making your thighs clench harder.

“pretty doll,” her flesh hand cups your chin, her thumb softly grazing over your bottom lip. your eyes are blown out, as she stands over your smaller frame beneath her.

she’s mostly nude, save for the boxers and her strap she’s got. you can see the shimmer magic thrum through her skin as it reaches her strap, seeing it softly bob a little bit

you licked your lips, eyes trailing back up her torso to her breasts, the perk brown nipples making your mouth water. “can’t tell you how perfect you look on your knees for me like this.” her voice is a perfect tone of low, gruff lacing through her tone as she looks down at you with hooded eyes

you’ve never seen her give you such a needy gaze, her chest heaving with each pant as she stares at you and you can tell the shimmer is starting to take over her as her cock starts to strain against her boxers

“tell me,” i drawl on, licking my lips as i keep my hands firmly against my thighs, short nails digging into my skin in anticipation as she smirks.

“look like you were ready to suck my cock.” she says bluntly, bending a bit at the waist as she comes to lean down nose to nose with you. she smells of musk, gun smoke, mint, cigars. it was flooding your mind.

you let out a soft gasp as she reaches her metal hand around the nape of your neck, burrowing her fingers into your scalp to tug on the hair and pull your neck back, exposing it to her. “so easy,” she comments lowly, nosing your neck gently before pressing a gently kiss against your skin, in contrast to her tugging on your hair to keep your neck exposed for her

she trails more kisses up your neck to your jawline before nipping at the skin gently, her flesh hand going to her boxers, palming herself.

“you want it, baby?” she murmurs in your ear, your breathing is staggered as you watch her palm her cock through her boxers, purple shimmer fluttering through her veins faintly. your head was spinning, cunt throbbing and dripping. you needed to be filled with her one way.

“please, sir,” she chuckles as you call her ‘sir’ loving the way the title sound falling from your lips. she loved seeing how pliant you were under her touch, how easy you seemed to be just by a simple few words and touches

“hm, don’t think you want it that bad,” she chuckles again before standing up to her full height again, a soft whimper leaving your lips from her absence. she coos at that, sly smirk on her lips a she takes her metal hand from your hair and uses it to push back her short dark hair. you were practically drooling as you watched her figure - they way her stomach contracted as she moved, the soft whirs of her mechanical arm as she moves the muscles.

“vika…” you whine under her. she looks down at you with a short gaze, a smile on her lips as she lets go of her hair and walks up to you close enough so you can rise to your knees and be eye level with her crotch

“take it out then. show daddy how bad you want it.” you groan as she speaks, before you remove your hand from your thighs and to the waistband of her boxers. you pull her closer to you, pressing a gently kiss over her clothed cock earning a soft gasp from the woman above

you nuzzle your nose agains her clothed hard cock before licking a soft stripe up the fabric of her boxers, making her shudder under you. instantly, her flesh hand went to meet your head, tangling her fingers into your hair. “slow, baby.” she warned softly, making your thighs clench.

your teeth grazed the edge of her boxer before you hooked your fingers on the sides of her boxers and pulled them down with your teeth, making her cock spring out. you let out a soft gasp as her cock hits the bottom of her tummy, brushing against the thick happy trail.

sevika was huge, the cute pink tip of her cock leaking cum already making you lick your lips and catch a drop as it dribbled from the tip. she let out a groan at the sight, cursing under her breath and furrowing her brows

“fuck,” you haven’t even put your mouth on her and she was already cursing and groaning. you felt a swell of pride surge through your chest, already being able to make her feel this way. your hands trailed back up her thick thighs to the base of her cock. your hand was snug against the base and her dark bush, making you whine softly at how bad you needed her in your mouth

“go on, baby. show daddy how bad you need her cock.” you licked her lips before wrapping them around the tip of her dick, making her moan lowly above you, the grip she had on your hair tightening. “yeah, just like that..” you suckled the tip of her cock slowly, languidly moving your tongue in swirls before messing with the slit of her dick, making her moan loudly above you.

you moaned around her befor you decided to take more of her. you hollowed your cheeks, making sure to have enough room as you went down further. her metal hand went to the other side of your head to steady you, help you down on her thick cock.

“oh, sweetheart look at you. so eager and ready to suck daddy’s fat cock huh?” she grins down at you as you can only look up at her, your nose suddenly brushing the thick curls of her bush at the back of her cock. you let in a breath, smelling her sex and musk as your mind clouded. you were only enveloped in her.

she holds you there for a second before she starts moving her hips — your fingers digging into her thighs. the toy at this point was almost unbearable, and she hadn’t given you an permission to move an inch. you wanted to so bad, you needed to move and feel the toy work your pussy while sucking her off.

she must have noticed you beginning to squirm under her, your hips slightly moving just a smidge — enough for her to notice the movement. pushes her harder on her cock, the tip of her dick hitting th back of your throat.

“were you given permission to fuck yourself on the toy?” your eyes are glued to hers as you try to shake your head, but she doesn’t wait for the answer. she just takes you off her cock to grip your chin, bending down at the waist again, now nose to nose with you

“you only get to fuck that pussy when I say so, understood?” her tone was deep, rough and undeniable sexy. it should come off as threatening, but you couldn’t help your body’s response as your cunt throbbed around the toy.

“yes sir,” you respond quickly. satisfied with the answer, she growls softly, furrowing her brow again before standing back up and pushing your mouth back down on her cock.

taking your head with her hands, she starts to thrust her hips against you, face fucking you with her dick. she can’t help it — the need of having to control you was about to break. your mouth was so warm and wet for her, how well you opened your throat to keep taking her abuse on your throat

“good girl, princess,” she groans through thrusts, tipping her head back and she fucks your throat. “mouth feels also as good as your pussy.” she screws her eyes shut as she imagines how warm your pussy is — how it’s being prepped right now on that purple dildo underneath you, snug in your cunt where her cock should be

“doing so good for me, fuck -“ she looses her breath as her thrusts become a bit erratic, her breaths becoming shallow and the grip on your head is overwhelming. your cunt was throbbing around the purple dildo, dripping down the toy and onto the carpet you could only imagine. “i’m gonna cum baby i-“ she let sour a choked moan as he thrust stall, and you can feelher cock throb in your mouth as you feel her cum down your throat

you loved tasting her, having her a heavy and panting mess above you as she takes your mouth. she loves having this control, this possessiveness. claiming you as her own.

“shit,” she breathes out with a moan as she slowly moves her hips, her cock sensitive but still hard as she slips her dick out past your lips. she leans down and grips your chin with her hand, bringing her lips against yours and tasting herself on your tongue. “let’s see if that cute pussy of yours can take daddy’s cock now.”

[wroetominter]

Three Peaks - George Clarke

Warnings: none, some swearing

Thank you for the request! I have some serious writers block right now so bear with as the time between posts may be a little longer. I appreciate you!

———

"I don't know how I got roped into this one" I adjusted the microphone I was securing to Chris' t-shirt. He chuckled, patting my shoulder as I finished.

"Well, there aren't many of you fit enough to actually climb three mountains so it was quite the easy choice." Chris said. I sighed, shaking my head. Mentally slapping myself for telling Chris casually that I enjoyed a good hike.

Chris had the thought for a video that honestly, I couldn't even make fun of. It was a really well thought out idea. A group of his friends and crew tackling the three peaks challenge. Which is essentially just climbing three mountains in 24 hours. Seems damn near impossible, especially considering the group he had.

I had been part of Chris' camera crew for almost a year now, and I felt like I had really found a good group of friends in this job. Outside of filming I had been hanging out with Chris and his core group frequently. Many nights spent out at different pubs, or simply hanging out at their flat.

"Let's get going shall we?" Chris began to lead the group. I stuck towards the middle, filming the boys who had taken the lead.

Reev, Chris, and George led the pack as we began the ascent to the top of our first mountain.

"I can already tell this is going to be fucking awful." I heard from behind me. I turned my head to see Arthur Hill beginning the days complaints.

"George you owe me a tenner!" Television shouted from beside him.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"I placed a bet that Hill would be the first to complain." Television explained. I threw my head back laughing, panning the camera to catch Hills reaction. He deadpanned and just stared at the camera.

"Don't worry Arthur, I'm not looking forward to this either."

Each boy had been given their own special challenge for the video, and I was really enjoying watching Reev attempt to put rocks in the boys shoes.

"What's your challenge?" I asked Chris as I caught up to him.

"I need to get someone to believe a fake fact about each mountain." He whispered to the camera.

"That feels alarmingly easy considering the group we're with." I said. He agreed and told me he was already scheming up his first lie to tell Arthur.

We had been climbing for close to two hours by this point, and we were nearing the peak.

"Enjoying yourself love?" George asked me as he took a seat on the rock next to me.

"It's not nearly as bad as I expected it to be, I'll be honest." I snacked on the apple slices I packed, offering one out to George.

We sat in a comfortable silence, watching the others as they bantered back and forth with each other.

I sat and admired George as he laughed, not being able to help myself from laughing along. He had an infectious laugh. Chris caught me staring at George and raised an eyebrow at me. He was the only one of the group who knew I had somewhat of a crush on George. I had unfortunately admitted it to him accidentally after one drink too many during a pub crawl.

We had all gotten up again to keep our pace going up the mountain. The terrain upwards wasn't too bad. The most annoying part by far was having to continue to film while simultaneously making sure I didn't fall down.

"I never thought this would end!" Arthur Hill screamed as we reached the peak.

"I'm sure you're used to hearing that in bed." Harry joked with him patting him on the back.

We all shared a laugh and took in the nice view. It wasn't long before we realized that 'huh, guess we just go down now' and begin to descend the mountain.

I trailed behind Chris and ArthurTV, catching some of their conversation as Chris tried to convince Arthur that some celebrity had been the first person to complete this challenge. I had to actively hold in a giggle as I knew Chris was having him on with his challenge.

During my distracted state, I felt myself slide to the side as my foot hit a loose rock that sent me falling down. Instinctively deciding to protect my camera, I took the full brunt of the fall to my hip and legs.

"Shit, are you alright?" George asked jogging to catch up to me.

Catching my breath after scaring myself with the fall, I nodded towards him. I turned my camera off and stuck it in its carrying bag beside me, examining my ankle.

It was fairly scraped up, and was slightly throbbing. Nothing that felt it would be too crazy but painful nonetheless.

A few of the others called out to see if I was okay. I gave them a thumbs up.

"I'll stay with her and help her down, you guys can go ahead we'll just be a few minutes." George called back to them.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me, grazing his fingertips over my ankle to assess.

"Not a ton, I think I was more shocked by the fall than anything. I'll be fine George, thank you for staying behind with me." I smiled at him, noting his features contorted with uncertainty at my words.

He stood up, holding his hands out for me to help me up. I happily grabbed them and put pressure on my ankle, feeling a tinge of pain but it was bearable.

I stood upright, George still holding onto my hands to make sure I was steady. He never took his eyes off of mine, scanning my face for any sign of pain.

"I'm good George, I promise." He smiled at me, squeezing my hands.

"I think it's time to reveal my challenge to you." His words took me by surprise as I had no idea where this topic had come from.

He let go of my hands, fishing around in his pocket and pulling out a cue card similar to the other boys. He unfolded it and turned it towards me.

In small, easily recognizable handwriting I read off 'tell Y/n you have feelings for her you dumb twat'. Chris. Of course Chris would write that.

I looked back up to him, his face flushed from either embarrassment or anxiety, I couldn't tell.

"I assume what's written there is true?" I asked George, looking to him for confirmation. He nodded, sliding the paper back into his pocket.

We both stood there a little awkwardly for a moment, neither of us being particularly good at the whole admitting feelings thing.

"Your feelings are mutual." I said, cutting the silence. His eyes widened at me, a smile breaking on his features.

He put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer for a hug.

"How about we talk more about this over dinner once we’re done with the next two mountains?” He propositioned.

I groaned, “I forgot we still have two fucking mountains to go.” He laughed as I pouted.

He slid his hand up to my cheek, bringing his face closer to mine and connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss.

“This should give you something to look forward to” he said as he pulled away. It was my turn for my cheeks to turn pink. Despite how tired and sweaty we already were, he still looked absolutely perfect.

“I suppose I can make it through as long as you promise not to let me fall again.” He laughed.

“I’ll do my best.”

We walked downwards, eventually catching up with the others who had stopped for a water break.

“Finally you two made it! Began to think you two were shacking up up there!” ArthurTV exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at him, laughing.

“Not quite shacking up, but my challenge is complete.” George bragged, Chris’ head shot towards us at these words.

“No way.” He said, looking to me for confirmation.

“Yes way” I replied, George put his arm over my shoulder once again and we watched as the mental cogs turned in the other boys heads.

“Oh my god he finally got the balls to tell her!” Arthur Hill screamed, jumping around like a fangirl.

I looked to George who just shook his head in embarrassment. “Did everyone know except me?” I asked only loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

I knew then that the next two mountains would likely be sex jokes and embarrassing stories, and I was weirdly looking forward to it.

[silverne-nonsense]

My boyyy :(

“I’m so tired, Captain,” Legend mumbles into his arm. He squeezes his eyes shut, but forces them back open in the same breath. He can’t close them—he can’t. The backs of his eyelids are just a canvas for his memories to torment him. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees a destroyed ship or a trident wreathed in blue flames or his uncle—

His breath catches in his throat. His eyes burn something fierce, but he refuses to blink the irritation away. Frustration wells up in his chest. So he’s had a bad night, big deal! He’s had plenty of those and far worse during his life, so why is this one hitting him so hard?

Beside him, the table creaks as Warriors braces himself against it with one hand. His fingers peek into Legend’s vision. “It’s still early,” his companion assures. “You can still get a couple hours of rest.”

He could. He could curl up in his designated bed on the second floor of the inn, and he would be out like a light the second his head hit the pillow.

But what waits for him in his dreams… Legend is a warrior, a reincarnation of the Spirit of the Hero, the embodiment of courage. But right now, he doesn’t feel like any of those. Right now, he’s ten years old struggling to get a proper grip on a sword slick with his uncle’s blood. Right now, he’s fifteen years old baking under the unforgiving sun after having sentenced an entire island population to death. Right now, he’s sixteen years old and trapped in a wall unable to move or breathe and left to rot.

Right now, he’s seventeen years old, and he can’t sleep.

His frustration dulls into something heavy and aching. He glares at the mahogany table, tracing the grooves in the wood.

“I can’t.” He doesn’t mean to admit it, he doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so hoarse and raw, but it slips out anyway.

“Nightmares?” Warriors asks, still impossibly gentle.

And it’s not quite true. What Legend dreams of aren’t conjuration from a too active imagination, but rather his memories. No, nightmares take the shape of shadows that torment the local deities and heroes—and even then, the nightmare haunting the Windfish still twisted Legend’s memories against him.

He nods anyway. He doesn’t have the energy to explain.

He resigns himself to a sleepless night and an exhausting day. He hopes for a skirmish with some monsters, just to burn what lackluster energy remains. If he can tire himself out enough, he won’t dream this next night.

But then a hand settles in his hair.

It brushes his strawberry blond fringe away from his face, neatly tucking it behind his ear. Fingers sweep back and forth through the strands of hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. Legend’s eyes begin burning again. He blinks harshly, swallows around the lump growing in his throat.

“You are so stubborn,” Warriors murmurs to him. “You can ask for help, you know.”

Legend squeezes his stinging eyes shut.

“It’s okay if you need the help.”

He inhales a shuddering breath. Holds it even as his lungs protest at the pressure.

“It’s okay to cry.”

Golden Goddesses damn you, Captain!

The first tear slides down his cheek unimpeded, soaking into his sleeve and leaving a cold trail behind.

The second tear has Legend swiping at it with a watery scowl.

The third tear, and those thereafter, forces Legend to hide his face in his arms entirely. His shoulders and chest tremble with the effort to keep his cries silent, but he can’t fully stop the small hiccups and sniffles that escape.

Warriors is right. He knows he’s right. But for so long, Legend has been on his own with nobody to help him. Since he was ten years old, Legend fought tooth and nail to make things right without anyone to fall back on. His uncle is dead, the rest of his family is missing, his friends and his princess rely on his protection to live in peace.

For him, showing weakness isn’t an option. There’s no time for that. There’s no room for that. There’s no point. Nobody is coming to help him but himself.

Legend has long since come to terms with this. He has been happy, even.

But meeting his latest companions has… changed a couple things.

Because only a few months ago, Legend would have taken a bad night and shoved it to the back of his mind and went about his merry way.

But now here he is, soaking his sleeves with his tears while Warriors—a fellow hero, his companion, his friend—offers him comfort.

And Legend… well, he’s always been a little greedy. He chases the hand, the warmth, the comfort. He dislodges the captain’s hand to bury his face in his tunic, his hands curling into fists to grip the soft green fabric.

Warriors doesn’t miss a beat. That hand returns to carding through his hair while Warriors wraps his other arm around Legend’s shoulders to tuck him closer.

“You’re safe,” the captain tells him, and maybe—just maybe—Legend can believe him this time. Maybe it’s finally his turn to seek refuge and find it. Maybe he can recognize that he’s no longer all alone.

"It's ok to cry"

[cuteandhughesy]

Could you do a Matt Rempe fic where the reader basically just climbs him like a tree so she can look him in the eye? Full koala so she can examine his face (maybe he got his tin the face, maybe the reader just wanted to take a closer look at him).

here’s a lil blurb for this bc it’s too cute to not share - xo jules

“matt,” you call your boyfriends name lightly, knife slicing through one of the freshly peeled carports for some chicken soup—the perfect meal for a cold new york afternoon. “can you come here for a minute?”

soon after you hear matt’s socked feet padding down the small hallway of your apartment, and he rounds into the kitchen knook with a small grin on his face. the rangers have an off day, which means you get the entire day with your boyfriend—which between games and him getting sent down to the wolfpack, seems like a rarity.

he walks up behind you, wrapping his strong forearm around your waist and tugging you back so you’re flush with his stomach. matt had been thumbing through emails on your bed when you called for him, and spending time with you always beats reading ridiculous bills and sorting through work stuff.

“what’s up?” he questions, fingers flexing on your waist.

you tilt your head back, so far back it feels like your neck is breaking—because even though you’re not that short, matt is that tall. which don’t get me wrong, you love his height. it’s sexy and makes you feel constantly safe and secure, but when it comes to things like looking him in the eye…his height drives you bonkers.

“can you grab the container of seasoning from the top shelf? my brother put it up there when he was here last, and now I can’t reach it.” you ask, looking away from your boyfriend in favour of cubing the carrot sticks. “we can’t have soup without flavour. then it’s just vegetable water.”

the face you pull has matt barking a laugh, already releasing his hold on you to grab the tupperware container you shove full with packets of seasoning. he gently places it beside your cutting board, “you’re right—that’s a disgrace.”

you him in agreement, scooping the carrots into you palms before adding them to your oversized pot—sitting ready on the stove top. you tune back around and begin stifling through the seasonings. “oregano, coriander, garlic powder, dried parsley…” you trail off, eyes flickering up to matt’s. “what do you want in there?”

he hums in tough, big arm crossing over his insanely broad chest as his head tilts back. you fight the urge to groan, wanting nothing more than to see his face. you drop the packets, and before you can think logically you begin hiking up your boyfriend.

matt’s eyes widen, shooting down as you wrap your arms around his neck, using the leverage to haul your legs around his hips. instinctively his hands come to rest on your ass, keeping you tight against his torso.

you blink like nothing has changed in the past thirty seconds. you’re so close that your noses brush, and he can smell your floral perfume like you’ve just put it on. matt quirks an eyebrow, a smirk sliding up his mouth. “you okay babe?”

nodding, your thighs clench around his body. “yeah, just wanted to see your face better.”

he nods absentmindedly, eyes flickering down to your soft lips like he can’t help himself—and soon enough he’s leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth.

after that day it seems like you’d be climbing in more often that not—not that matt’s complaining by any means. he can’t help but grow a little giddy when he gets cut in the face or has bags under his eyes, because matt knows you’ll be climbing up his large body to get a closer look…and who is he to deny you of that?

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[alaia777]

HII OMG CONGRATS ON 200 <333 can u please do

⊹ what’s with that face? are you about to cry? with nagi, hurt with comfort at the end PLS AND THANK U MWAH

hellooo, thank you so muchhhh !!! :’))) i didn’t expect it to get this long, but here we are. i hope you like it!

you were tired. so, so tired. you had to wake up early today to finalize a report that was due for review, double-checking data and formatting everything according to the company’s painfully specific guidelines. on top of that, you somehow got stuck handling part of your coworker’s workload—again—because they conveniently “forgot” about a deadline. and as if that wasn’t enough, your boss wasn’t satisfied with the presentation slides you had prepared, requesting multiple revisions that kept you in the office two hours past your usual time.

the only thing that kept you going was the thought of finally going home to a clean house, taking a warm bath, and maybe later relaxing with your boyfriend. but unfortunately, that was not the plan, because the moment you opened the door, what greeted you was far from your dream.

the pillows and cushions from the couch were scattered across the floor, some even kicked aside carelessly. the kitchen island was covered in empty takeout containers, half-eaten snacks, and crumbs trailing onto the floor. a couple of soda cans sat tipped over, their contents dried into sticky patches on the counter. and the cherry on top? the sports equipment that nagi had left right in the middle of the room—the very thing you almost tripped over the second you stepped inside.

“ah, you’re back,” your boyfriend said lazily as he stepped out of your shared bathroom, console in hand. he didn’t even glance up, too absorbed in his game to notice the way you were frozen in place. “should we order some food?”

you took a deep breath, trying—and failing—not to let your frustration boil over. “nagi,” you started, voice tight, “why does the apartment look like this?”

“like what?”

you blinked at him, utterly baffled. “what do you mean like what? can’t you see this mess?” your voice rose with each word. “i already spend my whole day babysitting my coworker at work—do i really have to come home and do the same thing for you?”

the words tumbled out before you could stop them, sharp and exhausted, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take them back.

nagi barely spared you a glance, fingers still lazily tapping at his console. “jeez, dramatic much?” he muttered, shifting his weight onto the couch. “if you hate being here so much, you could’ve just stayed at work. seems like you like babysitting, anyway.”

he finally looked up then, an almost bored expression on his face. “not my fault you stress yourself out over everything,” he added, shrugging. “maybe if you stopped nagging for once, you wouldn’t be so tired.”

you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of nagi’s mouth. you stood frozen in place, your mind struggling to keep up with the shock of it all. your mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. you were too stunned to form a proper response, the sting of his words cutting deeper than you expected.

it hurt. it really hurt. you hated how much it stung, how his indifference felt like a slap in the face. this was such a stupid thing to cry over. you knew that, but the exhaustion from the day, the weight of your work, and the frustration of it all came crashing down in a way you couldn’t control.

but what really tipped you over the edge was what he said next.

“what’s with that face? are you about to cry?”

the way he said it—casual, almost mocking—sent a jolt through you. the tears you’d been holding back finally slipped free, and you turned away, taking a deep breath, quickly checking your pockets for your keys before heading straight for the door. you couldn’t stay in the same place as him for another second without doing something you’d regret—like throwing something at his head.

“what—where are you going?” you heard him call after you, his voice laced with confusion.

you didn’t look back, not until you reached the door. just before you closed it behind you, you caught a glimpse of his face. he looked different—almost apologetic. his eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape, as if the realization of what he’d just said was finally hitting him. for a brief moment, you saw the vulnerability in his expression, the way his shoulders slumped a little, but you couldn’t let it stop you.

without another word, you closed the door softly, leaving the apartment behind.

and so, you spent the next hour and a half in a diner just 15 minutes from your place, eating some sad meal that, on any other day, you would have enjoyed. but tonight, it felt hollow. sitting there alone, with nothing but your thoughts swirling around in your head, it wasn’t helping. the memory of what had just happened earlier lingered, refusing to fade away. your phone kept buzzing, notifications from nagi lighting up the screen. 50 messages.

you didn’t bother reading them. instead, you turned your phone off. were you being dramatic? maybe. but honestly, you didn’t care. he should be able to clean up after himself. he was an adult, after all. but then, there were those days when you were struggling, and he was there for you—cleaning up after you, trying to cook despite the disasters in the kitchen, doing his best to make you smile. you would do the same for him.

the thought hit you with a pang of guilt, but you pushed it away, breathing in deeply for the 100th time today. you finished your meal, paid for it, and decided to just go home. you needed a break, a well-deserved bath, and a little time to clear your head. tomorrow, you’d think about what you should do, what steps to take next. for now, all you wanted was peace.

you got home, expecting the usual mess that awaited you, but to your surprise, the apartment was spotless. everything was in its place—no clothes strewn across the floor, no half-empty cups or dishes left around. the countertops were clean, the pillows neatly arranged on the couch, and there, on the table, were the pastries you loved. it was almost like he’d read your mind, or at least, knew exactly how to soften the tension that had been brewing.

before you could even process what you were seeing, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught your attention. your boyfriend appeared in the doorway, cheeks flushed like he’d run a marathon, his usually demeanor suddenly nowhere to be found.

“where were you? why didn’t you answer your phone?” he asked, coming up to you with a concerned look. his voice was different—no teasing, no playfulness, just genuine worry. he reached out to take your hand, but you froze, your thoughts still racing.

“i didn’t think you’d actually leave,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost as if he regretted what had happened earlier. there was a hesitation in his eyes, a subtle shift in his usual nonchalance, and you could feel the weight of his uncertainty.

“listen—” you started, but he cut you off, his tone more serious than usual.

“no, please, let me speak first,” he said, sounding a bit more intense than his usual carefree self. he looked at you, his gaze uncharacteristically hesitant. “look, i’m sorry, alright? i didn’t mean to make you feel like i didn’t care. i shouldn’t have said that, and i know it was dumb. i get it now.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly not used to being the one who needed to apologize. “i don’t really—i mean, i don’t always think before i speak, but that doesn’t make it right. i know you’re not just tired from work, you were probably stressed out, and the last thing you needed was me being an idiot.”

nagi paused for a moment, his usual smugness replaced with a rare, honest vulnerability. “i’m not good with.. this kind of stuff, but i don’t want to make you feel like crap. i messed up.”

he stood there, still avoiding your gaze, but you could see the slight shift in his posture—almost like he was waiting for you to say something. it was clear now: he really was sorry.

you took a deep breath, letting the tension in your shoulders ease just a little. “nagi” you started, your voice softer now. “i know you’re sorry, and i get it. i’m not mad at you, i’m just really tired. all i want right now is a warm bath and to curl up with you. can we talk about this tomorrow when i’ve had some rest and a clearer head?”

you looked at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “i don’t want to hold onto this, i just need to recharge, okay?”

you could see the relief in his eyes, the guilt easing from his face. he nodded slowly, finally offering you a small, genuine smile. “yeah, of course,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “take your time.”

you let yourself fall into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you. for a moment, you just stood there, letting the warmth of his embrace melt away the tension. it wasn’t perfect, but it felt safe, and that was all you needed right now. you closed your eyes, taking in the quiet comfort, and for the first time today, you felt a little lighter. everything else could wait until tomorrow. for now, it was just the two of you, and that was enough.

[rainytapestry]

⭑｡𖦹°‧ㅤㅤBLUE ㅤ— ㅤㅤjay x f.reader ㅤㅤ wc 0.7k

where your boyfriend always knows a way to make your worries melt away

★ — hurt/comfort angst estd. relation fluff academic pressure :( jay being the sweetest bf

you looked at all the books and notes spread out in front of you, and the painfully waiting cursor of the blank document, as if urging you to start the assignment. but it felt… all too much, too overwhelming for you to even think about your pending works.

and before you knew it, a tear dropped down on the page, staining your messy handwriting. good here it goes again. you were tired of feeling tensed and worried about your studies.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rapid knocks and the bell. you turned to look at the time, 11pm. who could it even be at this late hour?

sighing, you got up to open the door before the person could ring the bell once more, only to be met with a very familiar face.

‘jay...? what are you doing here at this hour?’ you asked, unsure of how to approach the fact that your boyfriend was in front of your apartment at near midnight. the said boy who was standing quite tensed your doorstep, visibly frowned upon seeing you

‘yn, i was worried tensed! why did you not pick up my calls? you even left me on seen?! do you know how stressful that was? wait, are you…’ he trailed, finally getting a proper look at your face.

oh shit you had forgotten that your tears hadn't dried yet and he was met with a red and blotchy face.

jay quickly stepped into the apartment, his hands going up to your face, softly holding them.

‘what… happened?’ his voice was laced with concern. ‘uh, you were worried, for me?’ you refused to meet his eyes.

‘of course, babe! you are usually so active and present but all i have got are just a few messages and no calls, i thought you were sick!’ and his eyes held this earnest look, that almost made you want to start sobbing again.

as if sensing your emotions, he engulfed you in a hug and before you knew it, you were in his arms, tearing up yet again, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

‘i… i– i am sick, of this work and study and…’ you spoke through your tears, ‘jay, i don't think i can do this anymore, i feel so-so tired, it's…’ you could feel him rub small soothing circles on your back, nodding to your every word and never interrupting you, as if you could vent out all the frustration and pressure you had building in you.

the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slowly calmed you down as you broke apart to look up at him, with a small pout. you mumbled a small sorry.

jay broke out in a smile, caressing your cheek, ‘it's okay, yn, you've been so strong and dedicated. it’s okay to let yourself catch a break, hm? it's okay to feel sad and unmotivated sometimes, right? because i know you can do it.’

‘b-but i’ ‘ssh, i trust you.’ and maybe that was all you needed to hear.

you could feel a small smile form on your face, heart a lot lighter than it had been a few minutes ago. and you couldn't thank jay enough for it.

‘okayyy now let's see how my girlfriend is doing, secluding herself like a saint, tell me the last time you had eaten, yn?’ he questioned you in a serious tone. you knew how serious he could get if you neglected your meals.

‘eh, yesterday i think…?’ ‘i'm pretty sure it was ramen.’ you guiltily nodded.

jay shook his head, not surprised but placed a firm kiss on your forehead. ‘ok, so, you, my girl, are going to sit down and relax while i make you something healthy and edible to eat. okay?’ he said, more like commanded.

you blushed at his actions before following him to the kitchen.

it was a common routine you both had fallen into, jay would cook, you would, well… try to assist.

and even though, jay protested about you helping him, you shrugged him off, just happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

‘and from now on, yn, please don't ghost me like this. i'm always here for you, love’, whispered close to your ears, pressing another small kiss to your cheek.

NOTES. hi i wrote this down cuz of the high level of procrastination and unproductivity ive been having despite my finals starting in a month :( it isnt the best feeling and i for anyone else who's going through the same, don't worry we'll get through this rough patch together >< tysm for reading this

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[kuroitsuki007]

Morning Missionary (Hawks x Reader)

Trying to start back writing, please give me any requests or feedback you have. It's also my first time writing smut.

Warnings: Somnophilia, Praise kink, Dumbfication, Daddy Kink, Morning Sex, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Keigo awakes from his slumber, noticing the sun is hardly up. He must have gotten up a bit earlier than usual. He stretches his arms and wings as he suddenly hits with tension from desire in his stomach. Keigo looks down in frustration noticing the tent fully erect in his boxers. The winged hero sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks down at you, seeing you still sleeping peacefully. You squirm and adjust in your sleep, ending up on your back, kicking the covers off yourself. Hawks’s eyes trail up and down your body focusing on your breasts. He then smirks with a naughty idea in mind. He wanted to pleasure his pretty baby and give her something nice to wake up to. Who wouldn’t want to start their day with mind blowing sex? It would also get rid of the morning wood before work. Keigo snakes his hand under your crop top and starts to grope one of your breasts, teasingly rubbing your nipple. He then trails his fingers down your waist down to your panties slowly sliding them down your legs. Keigo smirks, taking in your glistening pussy already wet and perfect for him. “Mmm..what are you dreaming that’s got you like this, baby girl? Daddy’s gonna fix that in just a sec.” 

He pulls his boxers down, his hard dick springing from them. He teasingly starts to rub your slit, making you wetter. He watches you start to squirm, letting out soft whines from his touch as you sleep. God, it turned him on even more. It’s hard for him to hold back and resisting fucking you on the spot. He starts to tease your clit a bit with the head of his cock slowly as he continues to see how you react. Keigo can’t help but love watching your brows knit together in frustration showing you subconsciously grow in arousal. He moves it down to your slit rubbing it up and down savoring how good it felt to have your warm juices coat him. He lets out a grunt in frustration. Hawks decides he can’t take it anymore and fully pushes his dick into you. Going deep until he bottoms out inside you. Keigo lets out a soft moan as he sees you bite your lip, making it goal to wake you up from how good he’s gonna make you feel. 

Keigo starts to slowly pump into you, smirking with a laugh watching you arch your back a bit, your eyes still closed. Even unconscious like this, he still loves your cute little angelic face even knowing how much of a slut you can be when he has you moaning for him. He begins deepen his thrusts still going slow as he fucks you. Keigo lifts your top, getting a better view of how your tits bounce with each plunge into your tight pussy. He can’t help but bite his bottom lip and moan from how your walls are gripping him. 

Your breathing starts to hitch as you slowly open your eyes. Confusion hits you as you wonder if you are still dreaming, imagining Keigo on top of you. You were having your own naughty dreams about your bf pounding you. As you wake up more, realizing what’s happening you can’t help but grin, seeing this isn’t a dream anymore. “Morning dove, you like my surprise?” Keigo purred with a smirk above you. You nod desperately wanting more as you whimper from how good his massive dick is stretching you out, making you feel so full. Keigo starts to kiss your lips hungrily playing with your nipples some more, making your moan into his mouth. This gives him the opportunity to force his tongue inside, kissing you deeper. Now that you were awake he no longer felt the need to hold back. Keigo slams into you harder, continuing with his long and deep strokes. 

 You start to moan with every thrust, feeling Hawk’s lips gently kiss down your neck and nibbling your collar bone. Your eyes roll back into your head a bit from how he’s stuffing you so deliciously and you feel like you're losing your mind. You bite your bottom lip a bit, threading your fingers into his hair, your other hand digging into his back. Hawks grunts as he feels you tighten around him, knowing you’re getting close. 

“Mmm princess, you’re taking daddy’s dick so well right now even though you just got up. Such a good girl,” he cooed in your ear as he pushed rougher into your pussy.  Your moans get louder as Hawks takes the opportunity to lower himself onto you more, hooking his arms around your back, using this as leverage to fuck into you faster. You start to moan more uncontrollably, his name escaping past your lips every so often. “Mmm Keigo fuck… s’good.” You struggle to get out barely knowing how to speak at this point as the knot in your stomach tightens. “Am I fucking you dumb baby?” You throw your head back into the pillows, eyes glossing over as your tongue rolls out a bit. He spreads your legs open more, watching him move in and out of your pussy, as you start to cream on his cock.  “Aww my dumb little cutie, don’t worry, daddy’s gonna make it all better.” Keigo reassures you, tugging your hair into his fingers as you grip the sheets. “Fuck! You feel so good princess. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum so good.” He moans as your walls draw him in deeper. “Just like that baby, milk me.” 

You start to scream and curse, you can’t take it anymore. “Keigo! I’m-I’m about to..I’m about to cum!” You whine out. “Mmm, good girl! Cum for daddy princess..” Hawks encourages as he speeds up his pace going as rough as he can. Your orgasm then ripples through you as you let out a loud scream, your pussy convulsing and gushing on his dick. He laughs in pleasure watching you make a mess on his cock and all over the sheets. “Fuck baby girl, damn your pussy is so pretty when you cum for me. Give me another pretty girl.” One of his hands trails down over your clit, circling it in quick motions. Your legs shake as you start to push his chest from how sensitive you are currently.

“Nah don’t run, be a good girl and keep taking it for me. You’re doing so good, princess.” Hawks’s thrusts start to get a bit sloppy, as your walls continue to grip him. His orgasm not long behind. You start to whimper and moan steadily and he kisses your cheeks to calm you. He gives you a few more thrusts with one final low grunt before he releases inside of you. His wings ruffled as he hit his orgasm. Multiple ropes of cum spilling over inside of you. He collapses next to you, pulling you into his arms. The two of you pant and smile at one another, riding out your highs of pleasure. He gently pulls out of your cunt, a bit of his cum leaking from you. He gives you a wink smirking as he then turns his attention to the clock on the nightstand. He quickly gets up stretching his body and gathering his clothes.  “I’m gonna be late, thanks for breakfast dove,” he whispers softly into your ear, kissing your cheek before getting ready to patrol the streets. You slowly slip back off to sleep, a smile of pleasure on your face.

[letmeeatyoursoul]

Hatefuck with Thanos

Angels note: more like hatesuck i guess but wtvr.. this is my first request so i hope its good! Ermmm i was fighting sleep at the end of this so it might seem rushed…. Also it deleted the first half of it and so i gave up on like adding a real intro. But you basically pissed him tf off during mingle for being a bit rude

About 30 minutes had passed by and everyone was getting ready for lights out, including you. You crawled into your thin mattress covered bed, laying on your side and thinking about every rude comment you said to Thanos. After lights out, you got up to use the restroom, thanking the guard and quickly making your way to a stall. You looked at yourself in the mirror after finishing, wiping your clean and wet hands off on your jacket. You heard the door open and close, followed by footsteps. Your heart dropped when you saw a 6 foot tall figure with purple hair behind you in the mirror. “Thanos! What are you doing in the restroom.” He covered your mouth with his hand, “Shut the fuck up, jesus.” You looked at his pupils that were blown wide, he was high. “You don’t know when to shut your mouth ever, do you?” He looked you up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders aggressively. “If this is about earlier, I’m sorry for—“ you were rudely cut off by his lips crashing into yours. You tried to pull back gently, “Thanos what are you—“ He shushed you with his finger, “shhh…i need this..please.” His voice was slurred slightly but still laced with anger. You stuttered as you looked up at him, him mocking your stuttering, making you shut up. You looked up at him and nodded, giving him approval to continue. “Thank fuck..” he mumbled as he pulled you into an angry, sloppy kiss. He ripped the zipper of your jacket down, attacking your jawline with his mouth, sucking and gnashing his teeth against your skin. “You’re a fucking bitch sometimes, y’know that?” You winced softly as he pinched your skin in between his teeth, making you whimper. He took your jacket off, “arms up.” You obeyed his ask, letting him take your shirt off. “See, isn’t it better to be cooperative and a nice girl?” You avoided eye contact with him out of guilt, watching his manicured nails snake behind you to roughly take your bra off. He sighed, palming your breast softly compared to his other touches. He stepped back slightly, taking his shirt off, his jacket already probably lying on his bed. You could see the waistband of his boxers and a light happy trail along with his v line. Damn was he lean. You watched his cold gaze stare holes into you, making you exhale shakily. He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks to make you open your mouth, spitting in it. “Get on your knees.” You nodded, dropping to your knees, looking up at him. The look on your face alone was lewd enough to make his dick hard to where it hurt. “Do i have to get it out for you or can you use your fucking brain?” You hooked your fingers over his sweatpants waistband, pulling it down along with his black boxers. Your eyes widened softly as you watched his cock sprung up, slapping against his lower abdomen. You brought your head forward, giving his pink tip kitten licks softly. You felt his hand grab your hair gently, making a makeshift ponytail. He very slightly pushed your head forward. “C’mon baby,” he gestured for you to suck his cock. You followed his request, opening your mouth to take a few inches in your mouth, your tongue licking the underside of his shaft. You felt him thrust into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water. You moaned against his cock, bobbing your head up and down. You grabbed the base of his dick, taking almost all of him in your mouth, making him groan softly.

“Finally doing something right,” he snickered softly at his own words, making you whimper quietly. You brought your hand to cup his balls, bringing your head forward to deepthroat his dick, a small gag coming from you. You felt his hand keep your head there, not letting you pull back. “Breathe through nose, dumb bitch.” You put a hand to his thigh for support, feeling him let you pull back, your slobber coating his length. You pulled away to cough slightly before going back to his cock to suck on his tip, making him moan. You jerked his dick with your right hand as you continued. You felt his cock twitch in your hand ever so slightly, making you jerk him off faster. You opened your mouth, waiting for him to orgasm. You saw him tilt his head back, “fuckkk, just like that.” He let out a low groan as he felt his release inch closer and closer. You felt his cum shoot out on your lips and tongue, some getting on your nose. He moaned rather loudly, feeling you stop your hand. You stood up, his cum still on your tongue and lips. He pulled his pants up, tucking his now soft cock back into his boxers. He watched you spit out his cum, he didn’t really care, the drug making him feel rather carefree now. He couldn’t even remember why he was mad with you. He watched you put your clothing back on, a smirk on his face. “Lets go back now, the guard is probably getting impatient dontcha think?”

[00valentina-writes00]

how about...reader comes home from like work or whatever, and finds ellie sleeping in their shared room. Ellie is having a VEEEERY good dream, and reader wakes her up because Reader cant handle hearing them moan their name anymore (strap on or tribbing? plspldsplsplspls)

✞⛧ Sleepy baby ✞⛧

Warnings: Ellie is desperate (as always), strap on sex, fingering, you wake Ellie up for sex so..yuh. Top reader, bottom Ellie, college au Ellie

The dorm room is dimly lit, the only light spilling in from the streetlamp outside the window. Your key clicks in the lock, and you push the door open with a soft sigh, your shoulders heavy after a long shift. The air smells faintly of citrus and weed, a signature Ellie scent that somehow always lingers. You toe off your shoes and drop your bag by the door, your eyes immediately finding her on the bed.

Ellie is sprawled out, one leg hanging off the mattress, her arm thrown carelessly above her head. Her loose band tee has ridden up, revealing a sliver of her wiry, toned stomach. Her mouth is slightly parted, her breathing deep and steady. But it’s the sound that catches you first—low, breathy moans escaping her lips, your name woven into them like a prayer.

"Fuck… mm,…"

Your stomach tightens, a heat pooling low in your abdomen as you step closer. Her face is soft, relaxed in sleep, but there’s an urgency in the way her hips shift slightly against the sheets. Her freckled cheeks are flushed, her green eyes hidden behind closed lids. You can see the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead, hear the way her breath hitches as her dream takes her deeper.

"Yeah, just like that… god, please…"

You bite your lip, your pulse quickening. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, so vulnerable and raw. You want to let her finish, to watch her fall apart in her own mind, but the sound of your name on her lips is too much. You kneel on the edge of the bed, your hand brushing over her arm, her skin warm under your touch. Her tattoo, the inky fern wrapping around her forearm, feels like a secret map you’ve already memorized.

"Ellie," you murmur, your voice soft but firm. "Wake up, baby."

Her brow furrows, her head turning slightly toward you, but she doesn’t open her eyes. Her hips roll again, a soft whimper slipping out. You can see the way her nipples are hard under her thin shirt, the way her legs shift restlessly. Her hand clutches at the sheets, her fingers tightening as another moan builds in her throat.

Your body aches with desire, your own need sharp and insistent. You lean closer, your lips brushing her ear. "Ellie," you say again, your voice a little louder, a little more commanding. "I’m right here. Wake up."

This time, her eyes flutter open, those striking green eyes hazy with sleep and desire. She blinks up at you, confusion slowly giving way to recognition. Her lips curve into that familiar smirk, but it’s softer now, less guarded. "Hey," she rasps, her voice thick with sleep. "You’re home."

"You were dreaming about me," you say, unable to keep the teasing note out of your voice. Her smirk widens, but there’s a flicker of something else in her eyes—embarrassment, maybe, or vulnerability. She looks away, her cheeks flushing darker.

"Yeah, well," she mutters, running a hand through her messy hair. "Guess I missed you."

You laugh softly, your fingers trailing down her arm. "You were moaning my name, Ellie. It was… hot."

She groans, covering her face with her hands. "Fuck. Sorry."

"Don’t be," you say, leaning in to kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm, and she melts into you immediately, her hands sliding around your neck to pull you closer. The kiss deepens, her tongue slipping into your mouth, and you can feel the heat building between you, the way her body arches toward yours.

When you pull back, she’s breathing hard, her eyes dark with desire. "You woke me up for this?" she teases, but there’s a shakiness in her voice that betrays how much she wants you.

"No," you say, your hand sliding under her shirt to cup her breast. Her nipple hardens under your touch, and she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed. "I woke you up because I couldn’t wait anymore."

Her breath hitches as your fingers tease her, her body arching into your touch. "Fuck," she breathes, her hands gripping your shoulders. "You’re gonna kill me."

"Not yet," you murmur, your lips trailing down her neck. Your teeth nip at her collarbone, and she moans, her fingers tangling in your hair. You can feel the wetness between her legs, the way her body is already trembling with anticipation.

"Ellie," you whisper, your hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her boxers. "Do you want me to finish what you started?"

She nods frantically, her hips lifting off the bed. "Yes, fuck, please."

You pull her boxers down slowly, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. Her clit is already swollen, her folds slick with arousal. You can see the way her body tenses as you touch her, your fingers sliding through her wetness. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets.

"God, you’re so wet," you murmur, your fingers circling her clit. She moans, her hips rocking against your hand. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Yes," she breathes, her eyes closing as pleasure washes over her. "I was… I was fucking you."

Your fingers slide inside her, and she cries out, her body tightening around you. You can feel her clenching around your fingers, her wetness soaking your hand. Her hips move with yours, her breath coming in sharp gasps as you fuck her.

You pull away, reaching for the strap-on that’s tucked under the bed. Ellie’s eyes widen as you fasten it around your hips, her breath catching as she watches you. "You’re gonna fuck me with that?" she asks, her voice shaky.

"Yes," you say, leaning down to kiss her. Her hands grip your hips, pulling you closer. "I’m gonna make you come so hard, Ellie."

She moans, her legs spreading wider as you line up with her entrance. You push in slowly, feeling her stretch around you, her body welcoming you with a heat that makes you groan. Her nails dig into your back, her breath coming in sharp gasps as you fill her.

"God, you’re so tight," you murmur, your hips moving against hers. She whimpers, her body arching into yours. "You feel so good."

"Faster," she begs, her hips rocking against yours. "Please, just… fuck me."

You oblige, your pace quickening as you thrust into her. Her moans grow louder, her body tightening around you as you push her closer to the edge. You can feel her clenching around you, her wetness soaking the strap-on as you fuck her.

"Ellie," you whisper, your lips brushing hers. "Come for me."

She cries out, her body shuddering as she comes, her nails digging into your back. You can feel her clenching around you, her wetness soaking the strap-on as you fuck her through her orgasm. Her body relaxes, her breathing slowing as she comes down from her high.

You pull out slowly, watching as she collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes are closed, a soft smile on her lips. You lean down to kiss her, your lips brushing against hers. "How was that?" you murmur, your fingers trailing down her arm.

She opens her eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Fucking amazing," she says, her voice still shaky.