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[marlynnofmany]

Random FYI: you know how there are two options for viewing your own blog now? The one where only your blog is visible, with any customized theme (marlynnofmany.tumblr.com) and the one where it's just a center column in the larger Tumblr page (tumblr.com/marlynnofmany)?

You can only blaze your posts from the second one. The icon doesn't show up on the first.

[hungharrington]

Your last blurb has me thinking of Steve and soft early relationship smut where it’s still fairly new and exciting and he’s just so sweet and wants to be close to you 💔💔

this is basically the premise of a little less conversation BUT it’s also such a good prompt anyways that i wanna write something goofy n domestic hehe <3 u put heartbreak emojis but i’m making this goopy sry! and actually it’s not even soft god i’m sorry MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve sinks into you in one slow thrust and makes a noise like he’s been stabbed, his forehead to your collarbone.

For one very long moment, he doesn’t move.

“You… you okay?” You ask, all breathy yourself. Your cunt pulses wildly, eager for him to start moving, for some friction— but you’re worried he’s maybe hurt himself somehow. “Steve?”

“I’m good,” He hisses, voice all tight like he is very much not at all good. It blends away as a husky tone threads through his voice. “God, sorry, you just feel—“

He gives a little rock of his hips, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in and a beautiful moan pulls from his lips. He does it again, pulling out a little further and pushing himself back in to your wet, inviting cunt.

He groans again, “Oh my god, I like you so much.”

You startle a laugh, your arms around his neck sliding down so you can pull his head up a bit. Steve’s flushed and looking sheepish by the time you get him face to face. His hips haven’t stopped moving, still small, perfect thrusts in and out, driving you mad.

“Sorry,” He says again, half panting. “Not the best thing to say the first time we fuck but,” He huffs, a throaty moan slipping out in the middle of the sentence. “It’s true.”

You’re beginning to pant too, all your inhales sounding gaspy and high. Your thighs spread more instinctively, pulling them further back to your chest, letting him get in deeper.

“N-No, it’s good,” You say, smiling a bit as he focuses on your face, his lips parted and pupils blown wide. “I really like you too.”

Your words inspire another moan, particularly loud, and his hips rut into you with more fervor, a soft lewd squelching noise beginning to fill the bedroom. Steve moans shakily, peppering sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.

One hand shifts on your hip, sliding up to press your leg further out and unexpectedly, and there’s an audible pop of a joint cracking. Steve stills instantly, still inside you, as he stares down at your hip.

“Oh my god—”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You hastily interrupt, knowing what he’s thinking. You tug his gaze over to you and away from your leg, seeing the smidge of panic in his eyes. “It just cracks sometimes, you couldn’t know that, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt.”

Steve deflates rapidly, giving a relieved chuckle against your chest where he buries his face. When he speaks, his words are all muffled, “I thought I broke your hip.”

You can’t help it, you laugh a bit at that— imagining his panic at the thought. For the third time, you urge his face up and out of hiding, leaning up to nuzzle against his face.

“Quickest way to end a relationship ever,” He jokes, but you can hear the genuine worry beneath his humour.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve told you,” You murmur tenderly, dropping little kisses along his cheeks and nose. His face blazes hot beneath your ardent affection. “But hey, we’re figuring it out, aren’t we? That’s part of the fun, yeah?”

You use your ankles, crossed over his tailbone, to press him into you and Steve gets the message quickly, starting up his gentle thrusts again with a grunt. The soft noises of sex resume, mixed with your combined low moans. The rhythm from before is easy to slip back into. Your cunt throbs hotly, pleasure starting to drool through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes heavily, watching your face closely. “Part of the fun. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

He says it so sincerely that it makes you gasp, clenching around him and eyes screwing closed for a moment. A low whine crawls out your throat.

“God, fuck you for saying that,” You say, with no heat at all. You can’t open your eyes just yet, you’ll combust if you see how handsome he looks right now.

“Yeah?” Steve huffs, sounding a little smug. Your cunt gushes at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you’re right. Figuring this stuff out is the fun part.”

You whine as he fucks in a little harder, the angle just right to have your gut twisting up in pleasure. Your breath is ragged and you finally open your eyes again, swallowing back another sound at the sight of Steve. Messy haired, pink cheeks, reddened lips. He looks hotter than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shut up and hold my hand,” You say— because two can play that game. It works a charm. You can feel the stutter in his hips, see the ripple on his face, hear the whimper in his throat.

Steve keens, tucking his face down into your neck again. His hand searches the sheets til it finds yours, fingers intertwining before he presses your linked hands into the mattress and ruts into your snug cunt harder and faster, deeper.

“F-Fuck,” He stammers, a moan lilting the word. “I like you so much.”

You can’t even laugh this time round because your mind is starting to melt a little at the edges— but it makes the pleasure all that much better, knowing he means it.

[theostrophywife]

chicken noodle soup.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

song inspiration: is it really so strange? by the smiths

author's note: just a soft fluffy comfort fic cause i've been thinking about matty lately and i needed cheering up after the end of kwaf. let's all laugh at the fact that i set a 1k limit on this fic only to fail miserably lmao 😭

Mattheo Riddle was not a fan of Mondays. 

Most of the time, Mattheo spent the first day of the week nursing a hangover and getting higher than a hippogriff at the Astronomy Tower with his friends to achieve equilibrium. The only thing he looked forward to every week was the prospect of riling you up in class. To be fair, it didn’t take much to get under your skin. Being himself seemed to do the trick. 

As he walked through the castle halls, Mattheo smiled to himself as he plotted out all the different ways he could provoke you on this dreadful day. For some sick and twisted reason, he reveled in the fact that only he could manage to rouse such a violent reaction out of you. There was something satisfying about the way your eyes blazed, your rosy cheeks tinged with heat as you told him off.

Maybe he'd flirt with you today. Tell you how good you looked in your short little skirt. Watch as you turned as red as the tie around your neck. His pretty little Gryffindor good girl. In Mattheo's mind, you were his to tease and taunt.

With his usual swagger, Mattheo sauntered into Advanced Transfiguration fully prepared to test out his new tactics on his nemesis, but you were nowhere to be found. 

At first, he figured that you were just running late. Throughout the duration of your rivalry, Mattheo had never once witnessed you skip class. He would’ve bet his entire cigarette supply that you’ve had perfect attendance since first year. When Professor McGonagall started the lesson and you were still missing in action, Mattheo was understandably concerned. 

The uneasy feeling in his stomach didn’t mean that he was worried about you though. This was purely about mutual benefit. Mattheo couldn’t very well have his Transfigurations partner skipping out on lessons. Even though he regularly did so himself. But still, that was different. Everyone knew he was a delinquent. You, on the other hand, were anything but. Until today, you’ve probably never missed a class in your life. 

Mattheo waited. Surprisingly, the two of you had the majority of your classes together. All of which dragged more than usual since you weren’t there to yell at him for dicking around. When you still hadn't turned up for Charms or Herbology, he became convinced that something was horribly wrong. Missing one lesson was alarming, but three in a row? That was entirely out of character for you. 

When Professor Sprout finally dismissed the class, Mattheo sauntered over to Granger’s desk. As always, she was surrounded by her two dimwit friends who immediately tensed the second he loomed near. Potter and Weasley shot him matching menacing glares, but Mattheo ignored them entirely. 

“Granger,” he drawled, leaning against the wooden desk. “Care to tell me where my partner’s been all day?” 

The Gryffindor girl appeared a bit perturbed by the question. “Why do you want to know where Y/N is?” 

Mattheo sighed in exasperation and produced the set of notes he’d taken during class. A first for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually listened to an entire lesson, let alone take notes, but he knew that you would have a million questions for him when you returned. The notes were his way of saving himself from your relentless interrogation. 

“Figured the little know-it-all would want my notes.” 

“Y/N is feeling a bit under the weather,” Hermione said cautiously. “I can take the notes to her if you’d like.” 

“No.” Mattheo declared rather suddenly. He cleared his throat and attempted to smooth over the sharp response. “No, McGonagall tasked me with it. I don’t want her docking points from my house when she finds out that you did my dirty work for me.”

Hermione raised a brow. “Sure.” The quirk of her mouth told Mattheo that she wasn’t convinced by his excuse. “Well, Y/N is resting up in the tower if you fancy a visit.” 

After a quick detour to the kitchens, Mattheo made his way over to Gryffindor tower. It was surprisingly easy to gain access to the lion’s den. He simply threatened a third year to let him in and got on with it. They truly needed to upgrade their security measures. One glare was all it took for Creevey to crumble and cave. 

With a satisfied smirk, Mattheo walked past the gaudy common room. For Salazar's sake, hadn't the Gryffindors ever heard of subtlety? The decor consisted solely of crimson and gold and the furnishings looked like something out of that muggle show his nan loved to watch—Antiques Roadshow. Antique was right. The worn out couch that he passed looked older than him.

Merlin, now he was starting to sound like Malfoy. Mattheo hurried along before he caught the urge to fold origami notes and chuck it at Potter's head. Fortunately for him, the place was devoid of the Chosen One or anyone for that matter.

By now, his fellow classmates were all in the Great Hall eating dinner, which he was thankful for. It was no secret that Mattheo’s presence wouldn’t be welcome here and he wasn’t really in the mood to fight his way through the Gryffindors just to deliver a note from the kindness of his black heart. Thank Salazar that there wasn’t a single soul in the tower to bicker with. Until he reached your dorm, of course. 

The relationship between the two of you was volatile to say the least. Despite Mattheo’s reputation, you weren’t shy about telling him off. When you were first assigned as partners, Mattheo had fully intended to let you do all the work while he skipped class to smoke, but he quickly realized that this would not be the case. You hunted him down at his hideout in the Astronomy Tower and discovered him blissfully sharing some premium grade mirthroot with Theo and Draco. When you found him, you were so angry that you dragged him by the ear all the way to the library, much to the amusement of his friends. Needless to say, Mattheo never missed a study session again. 

In a way, Mattheo admired you for it. Aside from his friends, everyone in the castle feared him. It was sort of refreshing to have someone call him out on his shit. Especially if that someone was a funny, feisty, ferocious Gryffindor who he enjoyed pestering every chance that he got. Mattheo always did have a penchant for girls with an attitude problem. 

Even as he knocked on your door, the Slytherin boy couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when he heard you grumbling from the other side. 

“Oh, for Godric’s fucking sake, what is it now?” 

The door swung open, revealing a very pissed off Y/N. Clad in striped pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers, you placed a hand on your hip and frowned. Even in the throes of sickness, you still somehow managed to inject venom in your glare. Mattheo grinned like an idiot. 

“Nice slippers, princess.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Riddle?” 

“To make sure my partner doesn’t slack.” He waved his set of notes around. “Don’t think your sickness excuses you from studying.”

“This is payback for making you revise with me after you fell off your broom and broke your arm, isn’t it?” 

Mattheo cringed as he recalled the quidditch accident that sent him to the infirmary for a week. In true Y/N fashion, you were sitting by his bedside with a stack of books in your lap the second he woke up. Madam Pomfrey hadn't even put his arm in a sling yet before you were drilling him on proper spell enunciation and wand movements.

“You terrorized the infirmary with your mnemonics,” Mattheo said with a dramatic sigh. “It’s my turn now. This is sweet revenge, Y/N.” 

You squinted at his barely legible handwriting. “I’m just surprised you took your head out of your arse long enough to take notes.” 

“Glad to see that illness hasn’t lessened your bite. If anything, those teeth seem a little sharper than usual.” He leaned against the doorframe and smiled down at you. “Feeling a bit feral, princess?” 

“Why don’t you come a little closer and find out?” you quipped, baring your teeth at the aggravating boy. 

The gesture appeared intimidating for a full second until you sniffled and launched into a coughing fit, which made Mattheo frown. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Of course I am. I regularly cough my lungs out on nosy Slytherins whose sole purpose of existence is to make my life a living hell.”

He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The way his brow furrowed strangely resembled concern. Mattheo trained his chocolate brown eyes on you, examining the rosiness of your cheeks and the slight pinch of discomfort in your features.

"You're burning up." Mattheo's hand dropped from your forehead to the side of your neck. He pressed his fingers against your pulse point, feeling the erratic beating of your heart underneath his touch. It was strangely intimate. "You have an elevated heart rate."

You flushed and swatted his hand away. "Well, yes. That usually happens when one is ill."

"Come on, you should sit down."

"Don't tell me what to do, Riddle."

Mattheo rolled his eyes before dragging you by the elbow. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he barged his way into your dorm and walked you over to the bed. You watched as he pulled up a chair next to you before rifling through the contents of his backpack. Out of the sordid mess of his belongings, Mattheo produced a small container of soup. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a spoon. 

“Here, have some of this. It should help.”

As soon as he pried the lid open, the heavenly smell of chicken noodle soup filled your senses. Mattheo scooped up an equal amount of soup and noodle and blew on it to cool it down before tilting it towards you. The sight of him offering you food like you were some helpless toddler was only slightly insulting. You swore to Godric that if Mattheo started making airplane sounds, you’d strangle the bloody twat.

 “I can feed myself, you know.” 

“Just eat the damn soup, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes in return, but obliged nonetheless. Despite the source, you could never resist comfort food.

“Chicken noodle soup?” 

As soon as you tasted it, you knew that it wasn’t just soup. It was your favorite soup. The very same one that Winky made every third Wednesday of the month. You knew because you looked forward to it every time. It was even marked on your calendar. That’s how much you liked it. 

Mattheo nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know it’s your favorite so I bribed Winky to make some.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “How do you know it’s my favorite?” 

For once in his life, Mattheo looked utterly uncomfortable. He averted his gaze and busied himself by stirring through the carrots and celery. “You, uh, mentioned it in class once.” 

You couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was the fever talking, but you thought that was sweet. “You remembered that?” 

Mattheo looked up, a stray curl kissing the tops of his cheekbones as he met your gaze. The shy smile on his face was alarmingly endearing. Sometimes when you looked at those angelic curls and stupid big, brown eyes, you forgot that you were supposed to loathe him. “Of course. It’s my favorite too.” 

You chuckled, sniffling a little. “It’s like a hug in a cup, right?” 

The curly headed boy nodded. “It totally is.” 

After you finished the soup, you expected Mattheo to take his leave. Instead, he inspected the vials of potions laying out on your night stand. He read through every label, frowning a little. 

“You should really have some pepperup potion in here.” Mattheo remarked as he arranged the vials one by one. “Are you sure this dose is potent enough? Maybe you should ask them to brew something stronger.” 

“Pomfrey prescribed them herself. No offense, but I think I’ll take her years of healing experience over your expert opinion.” Mattheo gasped rather dramatically, which made you chuckle. “As much as I appreciate the notes and the soup, I don't think it's wise for you to stick around. I’m feeling a bit better, but I might still be contagious.” 

Mattheo shrugged. “It’s alright, I’m not scared of a little cold. Besides, I still have to go over the Transfiguration assignment with you.” 

“Aren’t you worried that I’ll get you sick?” 

“Not really,” he said, waving off your concern. “I know you’re going to pester me about everything you missed in class, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.” 

To your surprise, Mattheo’s notes were extremely detailed.  It was a bit hard to read given his boyish scrawl, but with a little help in translation, you were making great progress in becoming fluent in Riddle. The more Mattheo explained the concepts and ideas that were discussed in each class, the more baffled you were. You've always known that he was smarter than he let on, but this was borderline impressive.

“How do you know all of that?” 

“I asked.”

“You asked?” Mattheo stared blankly at your surprised expression. “You never ask questions in class.” 

“I never had to since you're always there interrogating the professor like the little know-it-all that you are. Thanks to your absence, I had to fill your role in class today.”

You grinned. It grew wider and wider, spreading until your cheeks hurt. Mattheo glared at your joyous expression. “What? What’s that shit eating little grin for?” 

“You missed me.”

Color flooded Mattheo’s cheeks. You were surprised to find how well crimson suited him. It was almost the exact shade of your house colors. “Don’t be ridiculous—”

“Riddle, you asked questions in class. You took notes for me. You brought me chicken noodle soup." Mattheo flushed as you pointed out the obvious. "You totally missed me.” 

“If you tell anyone, I’ll hex you.” 

“Admit it, Mattheo. Your day was utterly dull without me.” 

Mattheo rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. “Fine, you’ve got me. I was bored out of my mind without you around. How else am I supposed to pass the time if you’re not there for me to argue with?” 

“There’s plenty of other people in the castle that you could bicker with.”

“Yeah, but they’re not you.” 

He seemed a little shocked by his own statement, but he didn't try to retract it. In fact, Mattheo almost seemed resigned to it.

“Careful, Riddle. It almost sounds like you have a crush on me.” 

“I’d have to be a bloody idiot to fall for a girl who absolutely despises me.” 

“That wasn’t a denial, you know.” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose like the very idea of it vexed him, but you caught the little smile he hid beneath his fingers. Mattheo snatched the notes from your hands. “Focus on the lesson, will you?” He grimaced as soon as the words left his mouth. “I can’t believe I’ve just said that. Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/N.” 

“You’ll live, Riddle.” You poked a section of his notes that you hadn’t quite deciphered. “Now what in the bloody hell is the Gobstopper Ruffian?” 

“The Goblin Rebellion. Merlin, my handwriting isn't that bad.” 

“Are you kidding? A kindergartner writes more legibly than this.” 

The hours passed while you bickered and bantered. You hated to admit it, but you missed arguing with him too. Laying in bed all day had you positively bored, but yet time passed within the blink of an eye as you went back and forth with Mattheo. Somewhere between discussing the possibility of Longbottom running an underground exotic plant ring and arguing over the best Smiths song, the sun had set over the horizon. Mattheo rubbed his eyes and yawned. 

“You look knackered, Riddle,” you teased, patting the spot beside you. “Do you want to lie down for a bit?”

Chocolate brown eyes widened at you. “Lie down? With you? On your bed?” 

“Yes, that’s typically how people do it.” You smirked as he shot you an apprehensive look. “Unless you’re too scared.”’

Never one to back down from a challenge, Mattheo lifted the covers and gestured for you to make room. “Scoot over, then.” 

The jest seemed to have backfired on you because now Mattheo was crawling into bed and making himself completely at home. All the apprehension from earlier melted as he pulled you against him, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. You stifled a giggle as Mattheo released a satisfied little sigh. 

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you until you were covered in the scent of amber, cinnamon, and leather. You never expected to unearth the fact that Mattheo Riddle was a great cuddler, but yet here you were, reaping the benefits of this newfound revelation. He slipped his fingers through yours and nuzzled closer. 

"Who would've known that Mattheo Riddle was such a great cuddler?"

"If you tell anyone—"

"You'll hex me. Put a curse on my family. Set my possessions on fire. Yes, I know, Riddle. You keep threatening me, but you never follow through. I'm starting to think that you're losing your touch."

Mattheo squeezed your hip before twining your legs together. "I wouldn't test me, Y/N. You're in a very vulnerable position right now."

You chuckled as he scooted even closer. "Maybe, but you won't do anything."

"Why's that, princess?"

"You like me too much," you retorted, chuckling as Mattheo buried his face in your hair. "One day without me and you're already a needy mess."

"You infuriate me," Mattheo whispered against your ear. "But you're also the best part of my day. I couldn't imagine fighting with anyone else but you, my dear nemesis."

"I totally loathe you, Mattheo Riddle."

He chuckled as you snuggled into him. "I loathe you too, Y/N Y/L/N."

The irony of the statement contrasted with how tangled up you were wasn't lost on you. For two people who supposedly hated each other, cuddling with your enemy had never felt so right. The steady beat of Mattheo's heart lulled you towards sleep. You were slowly succumbing to its hypnotic lullaby until Mattheo's voice broke through the silence.

“Y/N?” He murmured against your hair.

You shifted, your eyes feeling heavy as his warmth enveloped you. “Hmm?” 

Mattheo’s voice was low and gravelly, flowing like honey in your ears. “This is nice.” 

You smiled against the pillow, staring at your intertwined fingers. “Better than chicken noodle soup?” 

You felt him grin against your skin before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your temple. “Way better than soup.” 

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[unknownplane]

The Court Jester Part 2

Yandere Batfam x GN Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

As Batman questioned his life choices, his other children listened in on the conversation.

"So that's what happened to (Y/N). I thought they had just moved out." Tim stated.

"How did that weak-" Damian started but was cut off by Tim. "You didn't even know them! They were nice and understood how important our work was, so they tried to stay out of the way!"

Dick and Jason just blocked out the arguing as they started to remember all the things (Y/N) did for them. How they tried to help even in the smallest ways. Like how they would always make sure there was a fresh pot of coffee or how they would rotate the types of cookies in the manor so everyone got one they liked.

When (Y/N) first moved out, the first thing the family realized was how much they did. It felt weird the first couple of weeks, but they eventually got used to it. Seeing (Y/N) like this made them worry, even if some of them wouldn't admit it (Damian). This awoken something in each of them.

Dick saw someone who was with him since the beginning. Someone he could always trust to be there for him when he needed it, and now he could see it was gone. The twisted smile on their face showed all the pressure he and his family put on them, and he felt nothing but guilt.

Jason saw someone who went through something similar to him. He saw the torture in their eyes. He heard the manipulation in the words that came out their mouth. He knew that if he could just get to them and talk like they used to, it would all be fine. He was determined to get them back, and this time, they weren't leaving his sight.

Tim saw the calculation that went into this trap. He saw the brain of (Y/N), who even in this state was brilliant. He saw the planning, the research, the trail and error of each detail in this plan, all to catch Batman and have a conversation with him before your "Dad" got there. He wanted to bounce ideas off you. He wanted to talk about plans with you. He even wanted to just hang out and chill with you, but in order to do that, he would need to get you back. And when you came back, he would do all those things with you.

Stephanie saw the abandoned side of you. She realized that she didn't know anything about you. Your age, your favorite color, your birthday, she didn't even know your last name. She knows what it's like to have a distant relationship with a parent figure, and she wants to help. She wants to know all of those things. She wants to know you. And if you let her (you will), she wants to be the closest person to you.

Damian saw a weak follower who needed not only to learn but also needed to be protected. Even though you are older than him, he can see a flame in you that with the right training and teacher could become a full-on blaze. He would be that teacher. He would be the one you look up to. Nobody else. He just needed to get you back to start training.

They all looked at each other as if thinking the same thing,"Let's go get (Y/N)."

Back with (Y/N)...

"Dads gonna be so proud when he sees this! I mean, look at you! You look totally defeated!" (Y/N) said between giggles. They were giddy. They had talked to dad about if they could try something with the Bat, and surprisingly, he agreed. After the Bat was caught, they sent the signal to their father so they could show off their work.

Batman was tied to a chair. His utility belt on the floor as they made him make a choice. Drop your utility belt, or I will kill these two parents and make a boy and a girl orphans. They knew what they were doing. They knew it was wrong. But God did it feel good. To have his eyes looking at them and having him see what they truly are. Not their mother but (Y/N). Even if they look a little different now.

As the Bat was beginning to start a sentence the door busted open.

"Hello Peanut!" The Joker exclaimed as he came in. "Look at all the fine work you've done. My little Jester".

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Thank you so much for all the support on the first part of this! Everytime I see your guys support I am baffled at how wonderful you all are. Quick question do you want this to be completely platonic or do you want some people from the family to be romantic? Also should I add more people from the DC Universe? Thank you so much for reading!

@asillysimp

[flawless-peach]

change your life ✨️

feel free to join me in this. I'm going to try to post every day about how I did <3

- get at least 7 consecutive hours of sleep. I've found if I go to sleep and then wake up back for a couple hours and then finish the 8 hours I feel I incredibly unrested. I keep myself accountable by using pokemon sleep which has a great alarm, so I'm looking forward to trying this instead

- read or listen to an audiobook for 30 minutes. literacy is a muscle, and using it is important, but sometimes I can't just sit down and read a book, and audiobooks are great for when I'm cleaning or cooking or folding laundry

- get sun daily. humans are a lot more like plants than you would think and so it is important to get some sun, even when it's a wintery sun that's cold or when it's a blazing furnace. Since I have some mental health issues and am unable to go outside im going to at least open my curtains, and if possible, crack a window to get some fresh air

- start a hobby you can enjoy. this one can be difficult because a lot of things require some sort of financial investment. for me, my hobbies for these six months is going to be writing and annotating books. but being creative is great for the human mind.

- learn to be comfortable alone. honestly this one will be difficult. personally, I live in a studio. privacy is nothing i experience, butthe little moments where you find yourself escaping with TV playing or music pause it and sit with yourself, how else can you learn to love someone if you avoid them 🥰

- meditate daily. this will be something I struggle with so much, but I'm going to try in the mornings since that's my peak time <3 and that's when I plan on doing a yoga flow during the sunrise

- eat healthy nutritious food. I hate cooking and I hate eating. having autism can make these really difficult for me to do, but I'm really really trying. I started the week before last to work on figuring out what snack foods I can prep, and now i just need to work on planning out some meals.

- positive affirmations everyday. I really struggle to have positive self talk because it feels so awkward and uncomfortable because I've been pessimistic for so long, but I want to change that ^^

- reduce screen time. this is going to be specifically targetting mindless scrolling for me. I have a tiktok account that I use for motivation, same with my tumblr account, and I also read on my phone and use my sleep app that I need to keep open at night.

- practice gratitude. my goal is to at night reflect on the day to try and find the good. I already reflect on my days and pick a mood, but I want to create lists of things i am grateful for, especially while I'm in between jobs.

[chiyuuchu]

Brace face <3 (30th September 2024)

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Prompt! Y/n gets braces and attempts to hide it from everyone all day.

You spent the entire day avoiding talking. It wasn’t like you could stay completely silent—U.A. was full of lively students and relentless teachers—but you mumbled responses and gave quiet nods, hoping no one would notice. You had just gotten braces that morning, and you were feeling a mix of embarrassment and awkwardness about the shiny metal now stuck to your teeth.

You’d even skipped lunch with your friends, opting to eat in one of the quieter corners of the school. The less talking, the better, you figured.

But you were starting to regret it now.

As the afternoon rolled around, it became harder to avoid your classmates. Mina had already commented on how quiet you were being, and Kirishima kept throwing you concerned looks, but you managed to brush them off.

Of course, the one person you couldn’t brush off forever was Bakugou. He’d been giving you suspicious glares all day, his sharp eyes catching every little thing. He had a way of reading you like no one else, and it was only a matter of time before he called you out.

Finally, during the last class of the day, Bakugou took his seat next to you, his gaze immediately narrowing. You kept your head down, pretending to be focused on your notes, but you could feel the weight of his stare.

"Oi," he muttered lowly, trying to get your attention. When you didn’t respond, he kicked your chair gently with his foot. "Oi, Y/N. What the hell is wrong with you today?"

You glanced at him quickly, giving a small shrug without saying anything. You hoped he’d drop it, but this was Bakugou—he never dropped anything.

"The hell’s with the silent treatment?" he pressed, leaning closer. "You’ve been acting weird all day. What gives?"

You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to avoid answering. Instead, you just shook your head slightly and returned your gaze to the front of the room.

Bakugou wasn’t having it. His eyes narrowed even more, and you could feel him studying you intensely. "Y/N," he said in a warning tone, "don’t make me drag it outta you."

Still, you didn’t respond, keeping your lips pressed firmly together. Maybe if you could just stay quiet until class ended, you could slip away and—

Bakugou wasn’t patient. With a sudden, sharp move, he grabbed your chin and turned your face toward him. "Say something, dammit," he demanded, his red eyes blazing with frustration.

Your eyes widened in shock, but before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "Bakugou, stop!"

It was too late. Your voice echoed in the quiet classroom, and as soon as the words left your mouth, you knew your cover was blown.

Bakugou’s eyes locked onto your mouth, his expression shifting from frustration to something else entirely. His grip on your chin loosened as he blinked in confusion, leaning in closer to get a better look.

"Wait..." His voice trailed off, dumbfounded, as he stared at your teeth. "What the...?"

You could feel your face heating up as you pulled away, but it was no use. The damage was done. "I got braces, okay?" you muttered, crossing your arms defensively. "That’s why I didn’t want to talk."

Bakugou stared at you for a few seconds, completely thrown off. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but no words came out. He just kept looking at you with that same bewildered expression, as if he couldn’t quite process what he was seeing.

Finally, he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "That’s what this was all about?" he asked, sounding almost amused. "You’ve been avoiding me all day 'cause of... braces?"

You didn’t answer, embarrassed by how silly it all seemed now. But then Bakugou surprised you by not laughing or teasing you like you expected. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

"You... you really didn’t have to hide it, y’know," he mumbled, almost awkwardly. "I mean... they’re kinda... cute."

You blinked in shock. "What?"

Bakugou’s face turned red instantly, and he scowled, turning away from you. "Tch, forget it! I didn’t say anything!"

But you’d heard him loud and clear. A small smile crept onto your face despite the awkwardness. "You think my braces are cute?"

"Shut up!" Bakugou snapped, his blush deepening. He crossed his arms and glared at the floor, refusing to meet your eyes. "I just said it’s not a big deal! Stop making it weird."

Your smile widened. The whole situation seemed ridiculous now, but Bakugou’s reaction was oddly endearing. You never expected *him* to think something like braces were cute.

"Thanks, Bakugou," you said softly, your confidence slowly returning.

He gave you a side glance, still blushing. "Yeah, whatever. Just don’t go silent on me again, got it?"

You nodded, the tension between you both easing as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. As you packed up your things, you could feel Bakugou stealing another glance at you, still clearly affected by the whole exchange.

Maybe having braces wasn’t as bad as you thought. Especially if it left Bakugou this dumbfounded.

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The day is winding down, and Max is sitting at his computer, streaming one of his favorite games. His focus is intense, eyes locked on the screen, fingers flying over the keyboard. You can hear the sound of his voice, engaging with his audience, laughing and making quick, witty comments.

You’ve always loved watching him like this, so in his element. But tonight, you’re feeling playful. A mischievous idea takes root in your mind, and you slip away to the bedroom, quietly opening your drawer to pull out your favorite set of lingerie—a delicate black lace number that you know drives Max wild.

You slip into the lingerie, the soft fabric hugging your curves, and admire yourself in the mirror for a moment. You grab your phone and snap a few photos, making sure the lighting is just right to highlight your figure. You select the best one and send it to Max with a teasing message: Thinking of you…

Back in the living room, Max’s phone buzzes on the desk. You peek around the corner to see his reaction. He glances at the screen, and you can see the moment he opens your message. His eyes widen, and a flush creeps up his neck. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure as he addresses his viewers.

“Uh, guys, I think I need to cut the stream a little short tonight,” he says, his voice a bit strained. The chat floods with questions and teasing comments, but he ignores them, quickly wrapping things up. “Something’s come up. I’ll catch you all next time.”

He ends the stream abruptly and pushes away from the desk, standing up. His eyes are dark with desire as he strides towards the bedroom. You can hear the determined footsteps, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation.

When he enters the room, his gaze locks onto you, taking in your barely-clad form. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

You bite your lip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Just wanted to see how much you missed me.”

He steps closer, his eyes blazing. “Oh, I missed you, all right. But now you’re going to pay for teasing me like that.” He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand patting his thigh. “Come here, naughty girl.”

Your heart races as you walk over to him, your body already tingling with anticipation. He guides you over his lap, your stomach resting against his strong thighs. His hand caresses your bare skin for a moment before he brings it down with a sharp smack. You gasp, the sting mingling with pleasure.

“You think you can distract me and get away with it?” he growls, his hand coming down again, harder this time.

“I’m sorry, Max,” you moan, your arousal growing with each strike.

He spanks you a few more times, each one harder than the last, until your skin is flushed and tingling. “I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

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Hiii, this is like my first time doing this so forgive me if my etiquette is off! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could possibly write something on a reader with sensitive ears? Mainly Choso, Toji, and Gojo! Tysmmm 🫶🫶🫶

Ear Play

Summary: JJK Men playing and teasing your ears.

Characters: Choso Kamo, Fushiguro Toji, Gojo Satoru

Word Count; 2,558

Warning: Ear play, dgeinsgin, dry humping, language, care smexy time, spanking, degrading, feral Gojo

A/N: Hi Nonnie! I hope you enjoyed this! I may have been watching clips of feral Gojo when writing his part 😈 looove you!

Choso Kamo:

Was making out in the faculty locker room a bad idea? Yeah, it was. Anyone could see what you and Choso were doing; your hands tangled in his robes while he gently cut the back of your head while you straddled his hips. If anyone were to walk in right now, they would get quite the show. You knew you should probably take this to one of your respective rooms, but you couldn’t help yourself. He had looked so good shirtless and sweaty while he trained with his younger brother out on the field.

You had been hypnotized by the way sweat ran down his neck, sliding down his chest, lower and lower over his well-defined ab’s, all the way down to his v-line. Never had you been jealous over a bead of sweat, from the blazing sun to watching your boyfriend sweat so hard left you perched and thirsty for him. The second the training for the day was over, you were dragged to the locker room. And the second you stepped inside, you ensured no one was inside. You yanked him down to your height, kissing him without any thoughts.

Choso was stunned at first, but he melted into you, allowing your tongue to slide into his mouth as he sat down on the bench, pulling you into his lap. The kiss was full of hunger and desire. The lingering taste of his iced green tea teased your tastebuds, but you wanted to do nothing more than pull his robes off and retrace the trail sweats you had watched run down Choso’s body with your tongue.

Your fingers are underneath the edge of his robes, causing his breathing to hitch in his throat. Your pleased reaction lasted all but a second. Footsteps could be heard heading for the locker room, where your shirt was off, and Choso's clothes and hair were a disheveled mess, with his erect proudly visible within his pants.

“Shit!” Hissing loudly, your eyes jerk around the locker room to find a hiding place. “This way!” Grabbing Choso’s hand, you yank him towards a supply closet, throwing it open before shoving him inside. Once you were in yourself, you pressed against him as you shut the door.

The sound of your shallow breathing and roaring heart nearly every other sound around you. The vent on the door in front of you was your only view of the outside world, where you watched two figures walk in.

“That was close,” Choso whispers against your ear. Feeling his mouth inches from your sensitive ears has heat, pulling between your legs as you visibly shivered. Noticing how you shuddered, Choso frowns, inching his kiss and swollen lips closer to your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Haaah!” The sound of your very audible moaning reverberates off the walls around you in the confining closet.

Your hand clamps firmly over your mouth as you hear Choso choke on the rest of his question. Your body feels over, sensitive, and on fire as your boyfriend remains close to your ear. His breathing was deep and husky, fanning perfectly against your sensitive ear, drawing out muffled moans from your mouth. He says nothing but moves his hand, clasping it firmly over yours, pressing your palm harder against your mouth. All you can feel is his mouth against your ear, teasingly blowing against it.

“Mm—“ Choso whimpered, eyes going wide as he began thrusting eagerly against your ass. “Mmm—mmm.”

“Shh—“ Choso whispers, grabbing your hip firmly with his free hand. “Just relax. I got you.”

His hips begin running faster and harder against your ass, all while his hot breath and lips tease your ear. You cried out against your hand, so gently nipping at your earlobe, tugging between his teeth as his hand on your hip tightened, gripping you harder. Hearing your muffled cries, feeling you rocking back against him, Choso’s twitching against your ass.

“You feel so good,” he growls into your ear. “So good, so fucking good.” Choso whimpers, nibbling on your ear between his teeth again.

“Mnnngh!”

“Oh, are you close, honey?” When you know your head, Choso takes your entire ear cartilage into his mouth and sucks on it hard as the hand on your hip wraps around your waist, dipping between your legs to rub fast circles around your clit.

All of those sensations combined sent you over the edge. You screamed into the palm of your hand, bucking your hips against Coso’s hand while he rubbed against you, groaning against your ear as he came inside his ropes with a whimper. The closet was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and smelt like sweat and sex. Once the ringing in your ears stopped, he pulled his hand off of yours, allowing you to drop your own to the door to steady yourself.

“I didn’t know your ears were sensitive.”

“Oh, yeah, they are.” a strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up, as Cho drops his chin to your shoulder. You don't say a word, but you both listen to the people in the locker room chatting with each other.

“Can I play with your ears when I’m inside you tonight?” Thank God you were in a closet. If you weren’t, Choso would’ve seen how flushed you were. However, the closet's darkness couldn’t hide that you were eagerly nodding as your boyfriend snuggled closer to the crook of your neck. It would be loads of fun if you could get out of the closet.

Fushiguro Toji:

“Knock it off!” You snap, smacking your boyfriend’s hands away from your ass. “You can’t just grab my ass expecting me to be okay!”

Attitude and your anger towards him were well-deserved, but what annoyed your boyfriend was that you weren’t seeing the picture as a whole. “Okay, so it was either you get a knife in the stomach, or I throw you off the edge of a railing.” Fiery rage burned in your eyes as you whirled around to glare at Toji.

“You threw me off the railing up at the second story!”

“There were stacks of boxes there to catch your fall.”

“Oh, right! How stupid of me!!” You rumble, crossing both arms over your chest as you look back to the street. “Sorry, I wasn’t thankful for many boxes to barely catch my fall.”

Toji sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. You tapped your foot annoyingly against the concrete, your eye searching for any sight of Shiu. Toji never intended to hurt you, but he knew you could care for yourself. You weren’t some damsel in distress, but the knife that was coming at you was too close for comfort. While you were preoccupied with another sorcerer, he did what he needed to do to keep you safe.

“Baby.” Toji’s toned, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. “I’m sorry.” The sound you made was ‘hmmph,’ turning your head to glare down the street. “Come on,” he leaned next to your ear, pressing a faint kiss against your cartilage.

Instead of yanking away and yelling at him, you shivered, goosebumps littering your skin. He leaned forward, pressing another kiss against your ear, making you melt into him. The anger that tensed your muscles and made you furrow your brow was replaced with a soft, relaxed look. Tojo knew your ears were sensitive; they were, in a sense, your weak spot. So whenever you got mad at him, he’d usually spoil you to make up for being an absolute asshole.

“M’ sorry, baby.” Several kisses are trilled over your ear and down your neck, his lips teasing the sensitive earlobe before nipping at it. “Let me make it up to you, okay?” a bit of silence passes, and I thought you might be so angry with him that even teasing and playing with your ears wouldn’t save him from the doghouse.

Thankfully, he feels slightly lean into his mouth. “Fine, I guess that would be alright.”

You promised to make it up to you. He made it up to you tenfold. Your head was tilted back against the brick wall of the alleyway. He had dragged you down. Toji’s knee was pressed firmly against your twitching cunt while he used his mouth and his other hand to play with your ears, the feeling of him rubbing, sucking, and teasing you how you rocked your hips against his thigh.

“Mmm, yes, what a good girl,” he whispered, making you shiver more. “Take what you want.”

His left hand squeezed your hip, urging you to continue rocking faster and harder. “T-Toji—”? You did your nails and his broad, thick shoulders. “O-Oooh fuck Toji Nnngh--!” his teeth bite down hard on your earlobe.

“Yes~ I love the sound of your moans.”

Your mind was reeling, eyes rolling back as his leg pressed harder against you. His thick fingers massaged your other ear, pulling and teasing the sensitive bits. Shaky legs, your thighs clamp down around his leg, had a string of breathless moans spilling from your mouth. Toji takes your ear in between his lips, sucking on it while rubbing the other low between his thumb and index finger.

“That’s it, that’s my pretty girl.”

“I-I’m close—” you cried out, shaking harder “s-so close!”

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Be a good girl and cum for me.”

It is the deep starved growl in your ears, the grip on your hip, and his mouth breathing heavily against you that has your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you cum hard. You gush against his thigh, your panties leaving a mark on your dark-haired boyfriend's shoulders. As you come undone against him, Toji chuckles breathlessly against your ear before continuing to nip and suck at it as you ride your high on him.

“Feel better, sweet girl?” Toji asks as you fall forward against his chest.

“Mhmm.”

“Am I forgiven?”

You weakly press a kiss against his pectoral muscle with a sigh. “Do that again when we get home, and I’ll consider forgiving you.” Despite your attempt at being serious, Toji can tell you’re hiding behind faux anger by how your hands roam up and down his arms, gripping his compression shirt. Toji knows you’ll forgive him after you milk him dry. A price he was more than eager to pay.

Gojo Satoru:

“Do you think Ijichi knows what he’s doing?” You’re looking through the windshield at your co-worker who’s twiddling with the car that keeps making a clicking sound.

“Do I look like I would know?” Satoru teases, grinning wide, revealing the dimple on his cheek.

“Nope, I should’ve known better than to ask you.”

“I’m sure of one thing, though.” Anticipation runs through your veins as you giggle excitedly. You knew this was coming. All day, you had been teasing him, lifting your skirt to show him your panties, stretching your arms above your head, making obscene moans as you did. We’re finally all alone. “We’re all alone.”

“Mhm, that we were.”

“Someone seems excited about that.” He reached over, grabbing your earlobe gently, running his long fingers teasingly over it, making you shiver. “When it shouldn’t be me, that’s exciting.”

The air in the car suddenly feels dense as Satoru's usually cheerful, teasing tone is absent and completely void. A child went down your spine as you slowly turned your head to stare at him. He’s grinning a dark, sinister smile as he brings his fingers up to his blindfold, hooking it underneath the fabric before slowly tugging it down.

“Did you honestly think I’d let you get away with all that teasing today?” you squirmed at the absolute feral look in his eyes.

“No.”

“So you did all that shot on purpose then?”

“Hm—” Gojo yanks you forward, pulling you to lay over his lap. “Looks like I have a bratty girlfriend, who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Exhilaration causes heat to pull between your legs. “Oh yeah, are you going to spank me?” The palm of his hand gently rubs against your ass, massaging it.

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you?”

“Yes.”

Shiver as he pulls his hand back and moans, waiting for the smack to ripple the fat of your ass to feel the sting. But it never comes. He grabs your ear, tugging on it. Every muscle in your body tenses harder as Satoru tugs at your overly sensitive ear.

“This is your weak spot, right?”

“T-Toru wh-aah!!”Satoru’s nails gently scratch the back of your ear, making your toes curl.

You squirm, shake, and wiggle against his lap as whines and whimpers fill the small space of the car. The entire time you melt against your boyfriend, he tugs, scratches, and massages your ear. His eyes narrow as he grins, enjoying how you melt, becoming putty in his hands.

“What's wrong? Do you like teasing me so much today? I thought I’d return the favor.”

“Nngh f-fuck m’ gah!!” he rubs your ear a little harder, not in a painful way. No, not in the slightest. It’s nothing but pure pleasure. “O-Oooh~ g-god f-fuck!”

“What was that?” a condescending tone is thick as honey in your boyfriend’s voice. “I couldn’t hear you over your desperate moans.”

“S-Sa—Please, I’m sorry!” his thumb traps your earlobe between the side of your index finger, tugging it over and over again; your thighs clamp together, and orgasm approaches deep in your lower stomach.“S—Satoru—s-ahit! Gonna, gonna—”

“Oooh, is my pretty little girlfriend going to cream her panties in the car?”

“Yes!” tears flood your eyes as Satoru coos from above you. “Please—please!” his fingers move faster and faster.

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes, please!”

You’re right on the edge, and you can feel Satoru’s cock digging into your cheek. You dance on edge, feeling that coil inside of you about to snap, when all of a sudden, Satoru quickly pulls his hands away from your ears, smacking them against your ass with chuckling as you pant heavily, feeling your orgasm fade. And the confusion that comes with the edging, you turn to look up at your boyfriend.

“Satoru!”

“Consider that is your punishment for being intolerable shit all day.”

“T-That’s not fa—”

He flips you around so your other ear is out and vulnerable to his skilled fingers. “Life ain't fair, sweetheart.” those sinful fingers begin their teasing, drawing out of a soft moan from you. “Try to keep it together. If you can make it back to the house without a single sound leaving those pretty lips, I might consider letting you cum when we get home.”

Before you could even protest the idea, the driver's door opened to the car. “Sorry for the wait; we should be good to go now.” Ijichi looks like Gojo from the rearview mirror. “Oh, sorry, is she sleeping?”

“Yep.” Gojo begins playing with your ear, smirking as he feels you shift. “She is.” Ijichi turns the music on low as he starts driving, unaware that you’re gripping Satoru’s pants, fighting back the moans, threatening to escape as he leans down next to your ear. “Ready—set—go.”

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A Day at the Bitch

“Ugh, can’t we get one day of peace from your bully? He always seems to be where we are!” Morgan said as she adjusted her glasses, frowning as she scanned the beach. Her usually animated face was drawn with frustration as the afternoon sun beat down on the sand.

Dexter, slightly taller than her and sporting a matching nerdy vibe with his worn-out geek T-shirt, squinted into the distance. “I don’t think he’s clocked us yet, so let’s just pitch up somewhere far from him so he doesn’t notice. It’s a big beach.” He mumbled, tugging Morgan toward the far end of the shore.

Morgan’s gaze lingered on the distant figure of her boyfriend’s relentless tormentor, Travis, who was tossing a football with his friends. “I swear, he has a radar for you.” She grumbled.

Dexter smiled weakly, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe I’m just magnetic. People can’t help but notice me.”

Morgan rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.

They found a quiet spot and set up a big striped umbrella, both grateful for the shade. With their pale skin, the sun wasn’t exactly their friend. Morgan settled into her beach chair, nose buried in a book, while Dexter immediately pulled out his Nintendo Switch.

After a few minutes of play, Dexter sighed in frustration. “Ugh, I left my charger in the car. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Morgan glanced up, squinting. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” Dexter smiled before heading off, leaving Morgan alone under the umbrella, completely absorbed in her book.

The wind suddenly picked up, and Morgan barely had time to react before the umbrella lifted off the sand, tumbling end over end toward the sea. She leaped from her chair, sprinting after it, but it quickly flew out of reach, landing in the water and drifting further out.

“Damn it!” She muttered, cursing herself for not securing it better. Out of breath, she stood on the shoreline, watching helplessly.

A voice behind her made her freeze. “With skin like yours, you’ll be a lobster in no time.”

She turned sharply to see Travis standing there, smirking.

“Buzz off, Travis.” Morgan snapped, turning on her heel and heading back toward her towel, her heart pounding from the chase and his sudden appearance.

He followed, unbothered by her hostility. “Hey, I’ve got some sunscreen if you want it.” He called after her, waving a bottle casually.

Morgan stopped in her tracks, biting her lip. As much as she hated him, she knew her pale skin was no match for the blazing sun, and with the umbrella gone, she’d be cooked in no time. She hesitated, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Fine! But make it quick.” She growled.

Travis squeezed some sunscreen into his hand, the cold lotion making a squelching noise as Morgan rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. "This is ridiculous." She muttered under her breath but resigned herself to the situation.

He spread the cream over his hands and gently began to rub it into her shoulders. The cool sensation was immediate relief from the heat, and despite her reluctance, Morgan couldn’t deny how good it felt. Travis’ hands were surprisingly gentle, massaging the sunscreen in with soft strokes.

“Y’know, you’ve got really nice skin, and a great body.” He said smoothly.

Morgan bristled at first, wanting to snap something sarcastic, but the compliment caught her off guard. She felt her usual disgust for him soften, if only slightly. Compliments from Travis were rare, and she couldn't remember the last time someone, including Dexter, had said something like that to her.

Her mind wandered, conflicted. She hated Travis, didn’t she? And yet, as his hands moved methodically down her back, she found herself enjoying the sensation far more than she wanted to admit. Guilt bubbled up in her, but her body betrayed her with a deep sigh of relief as he continued.

Travis’s hands moved to her sides, his fingers spreading the sunscreen in slow, deliberate strokes. Morgan’s waist began to subtly contract, growing slimmer with each pass, but she was too distracted by the tingling, almost electric sensation that pulsed through her body from the cream. It felt intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through her muscles, and she leaned into it, sighing softly without even realizing.

“You know, you could be really popular, if you tried.” Travis said smoothly, his voice low as he massaged more sunscreen into her skin.

Morgan blinked, still half-lost in the blissful sensation. “Oh yeah? I’m sure I’d fit right in with the ‘in’ crowd.” She said jokingly.

Travis smirked, his hands continuing their work. “No I’m serious. Since Amber left there has been an opening for someone new. A little makeup here, some tighter clothes there, and you could own this place.”

Minutes ago, she would’ve been horrified at the suggestion, ready to spit back a retort about never being that shallow. But now, as the cream worked its magic and Travis’s hands moved with expert precision, she found herself surprisingly intrigued.

He rubbed the sunscreen into her shoulders and down her arms. Every inch of her that he touched became soft and tan. He ran his fingers onto her hands coating them in the sunscreen, the white cream running to the very tips of her fingers where they met her chipped and cracked nails. As the sunscreen covered them, her nails grew strong, long and sharp.

Morgan never noticed a thing, instead she found herself thinking of Amber. She had been Travis’ girlfriend, the queen bee of school and someone Morgan has been on the receiving end on more that one occasion. It was true that since she had left there had been a kind of power vacuum at school, all her friends fighting amongst each other for the throne.

Morgan closed her eyes, letting herself drift, and imagined what it would be like to be admired, powerful, and in control. To be like Amber. The idea made her pussy wet in a way she wasn’t expecting.

Morgan was completely lost in the fantasy, her mind drifting as Travis's words and hands worked together to pull her deeper into a haze of pleasure and temptation. She barely registered when his hands moved lower, spreading the sunscreen across her hips and down to her butt.

Only an hour ago she would have jumped or swatted him away, but now she didn't object, too entranced by the tingling warmth spreading through her skin. Instead she let a little moan escape her lips, approving of his venture. As his hands kneaded her, her butt grew plumper and rounder with each stroke.

The sensation only fueled her daydream, making her feel more powerful, more desirable than ever before. Travis’s voice broke through her dreamy haze. “Turn around.”

Morgan did as she was told without thinking, slowly facing him. Now, standing inches apart, she looked up into his eyes and, for the first time, noticed just how handsome he was. His sharp jawline, the way the sun reflected off his well-defined muscles, her previous disgust toward him seemed to erode even more, replaced by something she couldn’t quite explain.

Travis grinned, clearly aware of the shift in her demeanor. He squeezed more sunscreen into his hands and gently began rubbing it into her stomach. As his fingers worked their way across her skin, her stomach started to tighten, becoming toned and firm, as if sculpted.

She could have handled rubbing the sunscreen into the front of her body herself but she was getting a naughty thrill at having Travis do it for her. It made her feel dominant, something she had never felt.

“Of course if you were going to become popular, you couldn’t keep a name like Morgan. You would need a name that's hotter, meaner.” He murmured, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate movements.

Morgan blinked, her mind still foggy. A part of her was trying to rebel, telling her that she liked the name Morgan because it wasn't a bitchy girl name but she couldn't help but slowly nodding in agreement with Travis.

“Yes… a name that’s… luxurious.” She said in her daze.

“How about... Madison?” He suggested, his eyes locking onto hers. She looked into them, almost hypnotic. The name hung in the air, and echoed around her head. Yes Madison felt right, as if she were born to have it. She liked it. No! She loved it!

“Madison…?” She said with a purr.

In her mind, Morgan strutted through the crowded halls of her school, every eye glued to her as she moved with effortless grace. Behind her, a clique of girls, Amber's old friends in fact, followed in her wake. Each of them slutty and mean, but none could compare to her. She was radiant, flawless, the kind of girl everyone admired, envied, and feared. She wasn’t Morgan, she was Madison, The Queen Bee.

Heads turned as she passed by, students whispered in awe, and boys tripped over themselves just to get a second glance. The girls behind her kept their heads down, content to bask in her glow, but knowing they would never outshine her nor dare to do so.

Morgan’s smirk widened as she imagined her dominance over the social world. It felt so natural, so deserved. She could have anything, anyone, at the snap of her fingers.

Back in reality, she opened her eyes, the fantasy still vivid in her mind. "Madison is perfect." She purred, her voice dripping with bratty confidence. It would be the only name she’d answer to now.

Travis grinned back, satisfied. "Yes she is." He replied, his eyes dark with amusement. His hands finished their slow, deliberate movements over her skin and he took a step back to admire his work. Madison let out a soft, satisfied sigh and glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes.

But something didn’t feel quite right to her, she didn’t feel quite finished. She didn’t feel quite like the Madison she imagined but she knew what it was.

That’s when panic started to set in. She wasn’t some bitch called Madison, she was Morgan. She was a good and kind girl. Deep within her, her nerdy subconscious stirred, trying to claw its way back to the surface. She felt a wave of confusion crash over her, the weight of reality pushing through the fantasy.

“No... this is wrong. What are you doing to me?” She said taking a step away from Travis, her voice shaking as the fog in her mind began to clear.

“Relax Madison, just a little more sunscreen and you’ll feel better.” Travis said with a dark grin.

Morgan stumbled back, her breath quickening as she looked down at herself. Her hands, once short-nailed and unpolished, now sported long, manicured nails. Her stomach was toned and flat, her skin sun-kissed and flawless. She ran her fingers over her newly tanned arms, feeling the undeniable change.

She looked amazing, like the girl she’d always secretly wanted to be, but something felt horribly wrong. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t who she was.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She said suddenly finding confidence in her voice.

Travis stepped closer, his grin widening as he watched her realization dawn. "Isn’t it obvious? I’m making you into the new alpha bitch, the new queen bee. You are smart, much smarter than Amber was. I’m just making you unstoppable. Giving you the killer edge." He admitted casually.

Morgan’s heart raced as his words sunk in. The perfect body, the power, the admiration. It could all be hers. But did she want it?

“But if you really want me to stop, just say the word, and it’ll all go away and you can go back to Dexter.” Travis continued, his eyes locking onto hers. She felt a sudden revulsion at the sound of Dexter’s name.

Morgan gazed down at her perfectly manicured nails, feeling the smoothness of her toned body, the strength in her muscles, the beauty radiating from her skin. The temptation had fully sunk in, and the part of her that once resisted was now silent, overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of power and beauty.

Travis watched her closely, a knowing smile on his lips. “So, what do you say?” He asked, stepping closer,

With a sultry smile, Madison took a step towards him, took Travis’s hands and guided them upward, placing them firmly on her tits. “You missed a spot.” She whispered, her voice low and teasing, eyes gleaming with lust.

Travis didn’t hesitate, his grin widening as he allowed his hands to settle where she had placed them. She moaned as her boobs started to grow larger in his hands, her nipples standing on end.

"Of course, a popular girl like me would need a strong and popular boyfriend by her side." She said, her voice silky and horny.

Travis chuckled, though there was a hint of challenge in his eyes. "What about Dexter?" He asked, his tone playful, but he already knew the answer.

Madison scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Dexter? Please. He's a weak, tiny dick loser. He doesn’t 'fit' with me anymore." Her words dripped with disdain, and the thought of being with Dexter seemed absurd to her now.

"Then who would be the right fit for you, Madison?" His voice was smooth, but there was a sharpness in his gaze, as if testing her.

Madison bit her lip flirtatiously and leaned closer, her eyes locking onto his. She slipped her hand into his shorts and grabbed his cock without hesitation. "Mmmm I think this would fit me perfectly." She whispered, her smile seductive and certain.

Satisfied at her new boob size, she sank to her knees and pulled down Travis’ shorts. His cock spring out eagerly and she licked her lips.

“Let’s see how you fit in here.” She said flashing him a cheeky smile and wrapping her pink lips around his cock. She had only given oral once and that was a pity blowjob she gave Dexter on his birthday. She had hated it. Travis on the other hand was different. The taste, the size, the smell. It was all cum inducing.

As her head bobbed in and out Travis put his strong hands on his head, guiding her softly. As he did the excess sunscreen on his hands started to drip off onto her hair. Each drop turned her hair platinum blonde, sleek and perfect.

The sunscreen seeped into her roots and made her head throb pleasurably. Sexy makeup appeared on her face and Travis felt her lips plump up around his cock making them both moan in unison.

She felt her corruption nearly complete. She was nearly rid of the weak loser she had been when she walked onto the beach. She just needed him to do one more thing that they would both enjoy…

—

It had taken Dexter longer that he expected because when he got to the car he had found one of its tires slashed. Not much of a mechanic, Dexter barely managed to change the tire with the spare. He didn’t know how but he suspected it had been Travis.

Exhausted he walked back onto the beach to find his umbrella and his girlfriend missing. Her book was still there but she was gone. He looked around the beach but couldn’t find her. He didn’t dare go over to Travis and ask.

Not because he was scared of him though. Of course he was but finding Morgan was more important that his fear for his bully. No he didn’t want to go over because Travis was currently ’entertaining’ a blonde bombshell Dexter had never seen.

She bounced up and down on his cock as if no one was watching. But as she caught eyes with Dexter from afar her gyrations seemed more intense and her moans much louder. Dexter knew it was just his imagination but it was almost like she wanted him to see. At that moment he wished he had the umbrella to hide his pitiful erection behind.

[strawberrystepmom]

cw: omegaverse, knotting. alpha!narumi x omega f!reader. anatomy is mentioned (breasts). reluctant mates can certainly become something more, right? | word count: 1.7k, reading time: 5 minutes.

In fourteen days flat, you’ve managed to go from being considered for an international match up as an unmated omega to flying to Japan to meet with your prospective alpha to being trapped inside of a room with the man that has been deemed your mate.

At first you doubted those claims of ownership, Gen Narumi’s temperament almost uncomfortably unlike your own, at least on the surface. For the things you have in common - willingness to speak your mind being one and a proud streak you find it hard to criticize yourself over - your differences were obvious from the start. He’s bold, a born leader whose mouth moves however it desires. You’re thoughtful, careful in what you say and how you move, considerate of the world around you and your place in it.

No matter the reservations about his personality, your body disagreed immediately when you caught a whiff of him while sitting for an interview. Peppery and natural, a mixture of musk and spice and something sweet that perfectly mingles with your own pheromones. You felt the telltale signs of a heat coming on immediately and would’ve excused yourself if it weren’t as though something were keeping you pinned in place, seated and ready for him.

Now you’re here. That seated and ready thing is about to come true, two people in a room that locks from the outside. Soundproof, waterproof, whatever proof. This is business as usual clearly although you feel a little strange to be in such a clinical setting while experiencing what has always been something you’ve dreamed of.

The b word. Bonding.

Damn near everything feels uncomfortable when you are as wildly aroused as you are, every last nerve you have alight with desire. The, well, your alpha paces across the floor, fiddling with the button of his pants and pulling the zipper down. They sag around his hips and you swallow thickly from your place on the bed, as close to nude as you’re willing to come right now in a cotton tank top and cheeky cut underwear.

“Is this your first time?”

You aren’t sure why you’d expect any better ice breaker than that from Narumi given what he’s shown you so far but that’s the one he settled on, pants now a puddle around his ankles on the floor. Snorting, you shake your head and turn your face toward him.

“Is it yours?”

He shoots you a warning glance. You should just assume that the great Commander has taken troves of women to his bed. Giggling to yourself, you shift uncomfortably on the bed and assume it’s your responsibility to figure out if he has or not. 

You’d rather just move on so you do.

“I’ve absolutely had sex before, just never taken anyone’s knot before.”

Your honesty stops Gen in his tracks, shirt halfway off and hanging over his arms awkwardly while he glowers at you with a brow raised out of the hole meant for his head. 

“Are you serious?”

Folding your arms over your thin tank top clad chest, you shrug and wag your head. “Yes. I wanted to save it for my mate. Is it so wrong to be a romantic?”

Considering anything about the base urges the two of you feel as alpha and omega respectively as romance has never really crossed his mind before. To him, this is a chemical process. It’s numbers and markers and all of the other shit he saw scribbled next to the measurements of your hips and waist in the file folder Hasegawa showed him a week ago. Biology and instinct, not love.

“Interesting,” he opines, humming. “So you think because people are mates that they’re supposed to be in love?”

Hauling his shirt off the rest of the way, it makes its way to the floor while he joins you on the bed. The blazing eyed alpha raises both of his brows, inhaling air that is thick with the scent of you, his own scent sharp and mixing with yours. 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes and lower your arms from over your chest. Your nipples are pebbled, a natural reaction to the arousal you’re feeling thanks to his cloying scent and the cool air of the room. They have to be keeping it as low as possible, you think while noticing your hairs are standing on end and goosebumps are covering your arms.

“No. I’m not that naive but I think there are some things best kept between people who belong to each other, Gen.” Sighing, you glance away from Narumi and lift your thumb to your mouth to gnaw on your cuticle. “I’m not explaining this very well so this is all I’m going to say and then we can change the subject but what I’m saying is that you can knot me.”

The smirk that comes across his face isn’t missed when you peek at him from the corner of your eye. 

“So you’re admitting we’re at least mates then? Changed your tune from a few days ago.”

The look on your face said more about how you felt than you ever would and he will never forget the slight quiver in your lip when you smiled at him after he agreed that you were his match. 

“Oh my god you’re impossible!” Contemplating throwing your arms up, you settle for angrily raising your brows and widening your eyes instead, face turned toward your unruly companion. “Obviously. That’s why I flew on a plane to be here. We are mates. Biologically compatible. Knot and knotee. Whatever makes you feel the best about what we are.” 

He leans down and his hair hangs over both of your faces, his bangs tickling your nose and forehead.

“So you don’t expect me to be your boyfriend then, do you?”

You don’t want his insistence that the two of you are nothing but biologically compatible to hurt yet it does. A little ache in your chest, a little twitch of your fingers where they rest at your sides. 

“I get the impression you’re going to do whatever you want no matter what I say, Narumi.”

From Gen to Narumi again with a few simple words. Your body language shifts again, arms once again folded over your chest, face turned toward the wall opposite you. It fills the room with the scent of you, stronger than before, and he swallows a mouth full of saliva.

“I would like us to at least be friends,” you finally admit. Your voice is small, almost far away sounding as though you’ve retreated from him completely. “You may not see all of this the same way that I do but it’s important to me that we have something besides sex in common.”

The tension and air in the small room both remain thick. Narumi sits back on his heels and wishes his rut weren’t hitting him so intensely. It’s not that he doesn’t like you although it seems that way and he knows that’s his fault. He likes you more than he expected and that’s the real problem.

Seeing you come to life instead of being a face and name on a page over the past several days has been unexpectedly endearing, his daily walk from his room to his office consumed with thoughts of you. Most of them have been impure of course but between those he’s managed to really consider other aspects of what his life looks like now that he’s found a mate.

“Look at me.”

He commands it and you do it, as all good omegas do. Your face is drawn into a flat expression, unlike your usual half smile and bright eyes. This process has taken as much out of you as it has him, the cracks showing in the form of glossy unshed tears on your lower lashline.

“I don’t…” he begins and you shake your head, pouting slightly while reaching for one of his hands. You don’t lace your fingers together, simply resting his palm on your soft, warm thigh and placing your hand over the top of it.

“It’s okay, I ge –”

Cut off before you even begin, he presses his forehead against yours and squeezes your thigh.

“I don’t know what to think about any of this. The whole process makes you feel like shit, like everyone only wants you for one thing.” Sighing, he shakes his head. “I want us to be friends too and I want you to…”

He cuts himself off before he can finish. I want you to be happy that I’m your alpha. The words are too heavy on his tongue to let them go yet. Sensing his hesitation, you jump in to bridge the gap. 

“Oh so you want me too? That’s good to know.”

You smile while taking a glance at him, looking more like yourself now that you aren’t sulking. He doesn’t want to indulge you too much but chuckles, the space between the two of you growing smaller while he climbs over your body. 

“As weird as this situation is, yes.” 

He lowers himself until you are enveloped by lithe, muscular arms and his abdomen is pressed against yours. The initial rush of closeness makes him dizzy, lightheaded almost, and your scent is now completely unavoidable. Lowering his face to nuzzle against your neck, you moan softly and the hand that was gripping your thigh now slides to the inside of it. 

“I want you really, really bad.” A kiss is placed against your clavicle, those fingers on your inner thigh now drenched with your pre-heat slick that has been soaking them and your panties since the two of you were first locked in here. 

“My mate,” he croons, voice little more than a rasp, greedy mouth now nipping at your throat, your shoulder, anything he can get to. 

Another slight pang shows itself in your chest but you ignore it, too overcome by your urge to be taken to ponder the possessiveness from a real world perspective. For now, it’s the two of you existing in this fantasy as a bonded pair, sating the others' urges for the first time in your lives. 

Your heart pounds in excitement. 

[lagomoz]

Proseka headcanons

-as rui’s childhood friend, nene has extensive fire safety knowledge

-shizuku is adopted, hence why she looks so different from shiho. she was adopted shortly before the moon rabbit event and it contributed to her clinginess

-shiho forgets this fact sometimes. she’ll casually mention something like shizuku got all mom’s good genes so unfair and ichika has to be. um. shiho

-kanade is mildly nearsighted/myopic but spends so much time at her computer she hasn’t noticed

-emu is buff. she climbs multiple stories without breaking a sweat and is canonically part of the swimming, handball and rhythmic gymnastic clubs, you can’t tell me she doesn’t have some muscle

-saki helps out as a human notepad for tsukasa, reminding of him things he would otherwise forget within 5 minutes

-the vocaloids also help. at first it was unnerving to have hatsune miku be an extension of his psyche that knows his darkest secret (stole saki’s candy when he was 6) but now his phone has a more reliable catgirl themed reminder system

-you know that classic nightmare of leaving the house without pants? tsukasa has legitimately done that as a kid. he forgor. (saki will never let him live it down)

-in the kamiyama student council/hall monitor room, an has put up at sign saying “_ days since last kamishiro incident”

-the shinonome siblings both figured out the other one was gay before they figured it out about themselves

-airi’s great at trivia from her time as a variety show star. she still can’t beat minori at idol trivia, though

-ena keeps a diary with fort knox level security. try to read it and you’ll lose a finger

-saki learned to crochet from the old ladies in the hospital

-shiho’s most treasured phenny is a somewhat lumpy crocheted phenny holding a very lumpy crocheted bass guitar

-tsukasa snores. he falls asleep in 10 seconds and sounds like a dying lawnmower

-mizuki has learned a small bit of french from their sister and uses it exclusively to teach rui and an how to swear in french

-emu still celebrates her grandfather’s birthday, even if he’s not there to celebrate with her

-ena is allergic to dogs, the middle point to airi’s cat allergy and akito’s dog phobia

-rui has various small scars from his experiments over the years, but nobody ever believes the real causes (rocket launcher, robot bite, exploding balloon animal, etc.) so he just makes up a new cause every time someone asks

-mmj! has had repeated incidents of minori and airi’s little siblings walking into frame when streaming at their houses. shiho understands the concept of a livestream but has still been caught failing at creeping past like that one new broadcast of the guy crawling along the floor

-kanade has pots & eds, this one I have a reason for look at her symptoms. chronic exhaustion, heat and cold intolerance, comorbid sleep issues and depression, dizziness when standing up, fainting after standing up, very pale skin, family history of medical issues, pain at normal physical activities, exercise intolerance, vertigo at mild exertion, she just fucking dies during the entire baseball event, I could go on. she canonically gets pain in her hands from opening a jar girl that is not just being out of shape that is physical disability. this one I will go conspiracy board on listen to me I’m right

-kohane ate bugs as a kid. an is horrified, toya is confused, akito is impressed

-ena and airi got in trouble in middle school because they’d keep starting fist fights in defense of the others honor. if they saw the other in a fight they’d jump in guns blazing no hesitation no questions ask ready to throw the fuck down

-vbs!rin and len were given a skateboard by an and then promptly had the skateboard confiscated by meiko for property destruction

-haruka is horrible with slang. she asks the stream chat what poggers means and immediately uses it completely wrong, killing all viewers on impact

-minori is torn between thinking it’s cute and wanting to die

-toya has been banned from arcades before because he made them lose too much money/they suspected he was cheating

-ena brought kanade over for girls night and nearly scared akito half to death because he went down to get a late night snack and there was some Ghastly Creature looming in his kitchen

-kohane's parents stick out like a sore thumb when going to her live shows. it mortifies her that everyone on vivid street can recognize them as the only milquetoast middle aged couple dressed in normal clothes loudly going YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE that don't know the first thing about music

-minori knows basic programming. she mostly uses it for forums, blogs, html, other web design things usually related to idols as a hobby, but she's become the groups designated anti-shizuku tech support

-mafuyu has always been able to see ghosts but after adults figured she was just playing pretend as a kid so she shrugged and figured it was normal and not worth bringing up again

-honami has one of those massive extended families and somehow keeps track of them all. at any given time cousin #57 can crawl out of the woodwork and she remembers their new job, favorite food, past three romantic relationships and list of allergic reactions

-mizuki does doll customizing as a hobby. they prefer making human sized clothes, but it's fun to make them miniature too. they've introduced shizuku to it and she loves it, but doesn't have the heart to do anything that would hurt the doll (sawing limbs off, dunking them in boiling water, shoving wires in them, etc.)

[nickfowlerrr]

🦋: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” with August Walker 🙏🫠💕 (hope this gets through, stupid tumblr!)

desperate times, desperate measures

pairing: august walker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. pet names. some dom/sub vibes. spanking. dirty talk. reader calls august sir. if i’m missing something lmk.

words: 2,222

notes: ten thousand years later lol 😭 thank you for sending this prompt in!! apologies that it’s taken so long to get to it, but i hope you enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcomed and so appreciated. 🖤

You bat your lashes, playing innocent as August fumes down at you.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” you say, “you said if I had a problem that I needed to figure it out for myself and not bother you, that’s exactly what I did.”

He takes another step closer and now your back is completely to the wall. You swallow thickly as he closes in, his eyes dark as he glares at you.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, kitten,” he growls.

“With all due respect, I’m not laughing, sir.”

He scoffs at the honorific. “Now you want to recall your place.”

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir,” you shake your head with a pout. “But you told me to solve my problems on my own so, I don’t know,” you shrug, musing aloud before looking into his heady eyes, “maybe you’ve forgotten yours?”

That’s it. You’ve pushed his last button. You can see the fire as it flares in his gaze and fight your smile at finally having his attention again.

You gasp as his hand circles your throat and he shoves you harder against the wall, his nostrils flaring in his irritation.

“This your way of saying you missed me, angel?”

You don’t respond as he squeezes your throat just so.

“Because if it is, you’ve gone about it all wrong.” His tone softens as he tilts his head at you, your hand gripping his wrist as he keeps you in place, “I know you like it soft and sweet, princess, but if that’s what you wanted, you should’ve been patient and asked nicely, like a good kitten. Instead,” he smirks wryly, “you’ve gone ahead and earned yourself not one, but two punishments now.”

“Two?” you squeak out in question.

“One for talking back, and one for touching what doesn’t belong to you.”

You pout up at him but it does nothing to help your case.

“You know better, princess. You don’t bother me when I’m working-“

“But I didn-“ you try to argue before he squeezes your throat again, eliciting a whimper from you as you absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together.

“And you don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. You sure as hell don’t get yourself off while I’m away without my permission either. Now don’t get yourself into any more trouble, and tell me the truth.”

You fingers dance along his thick forearm as you wait for him to ask what you know he’s going to.

“How many times did you come without me?”

You start to open your mouth but he stops you before you can voice your answer.

“Do not lie to me,” he warns darkly.

“Twice,” you wisp out, looking down at his chest as you avoid his glare.

“Twice,” he hums. “10 for each time, that sounds fair, doesn’t it, princess?”

You slowly look up to his blazing blue eyes and with your pout still fixed on your face, you nod softly.

“Yes, sir. That sounds fair.”

He leans in, kissing your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Good girl. Now step out of your panties and get your ass on the couch.”

He lets you go and takes only a single step back from you, watching as you slip your hands under your skirt and pull your underwear down your thick, plush thighs.

He licks his lips just thinking about getting you on his face again. He knows you love the way his mustache tickles you as he eats you out and he loves the way you taste on his tongue, the weight of you on his face, those soft thighs around his head, threatening to suffocate him. It’s intoxicating and he can feel his cock growing in his pants as he imagines it.

He knows you’ve missed him and he knows he’s been too focused, too preoccupied on things that don’t mean anywhere near as much to him as you do.

And he’s gonna make it up to you. But you did break the rules, so you’re gonna make it up to him first.

-

Your ass is hot and stinging from the nineteen strikes of August’s heavy palm coming down hard on your bottom.

You’re bent over his lap as he sits on the couch and soothes his latest strike as you whimper and whine at the feeling. The mix of pain and pleasure has you wanting and on edge.

“You’ve taken your first punishment well, princess. Maybe now you deserve a little treat,” he speaks lowly, letting his fingers delve lower as he brushes against your wetness.

You moan at his touch but you know all his little tricks. You’ve learned the hard way.

“Thank you, sir,” you begin, “but I have one more spanking left to make it up to you.”

He laughs darkly at your words, amused by your catching on.

“You’re right, kitten,” he rumbles, sliding his hand back up to your bottom. “One more, and then you can have a treat.”

He rubs your hot cheek, deliberately taking his time before you feel him raise his hand.

You try hard not to stiffen too much, you know he doesn’t like that, as you wait for the sting.

It’s hard and fast as he spanks you one final time, jolting you on his lap as you cry out, your hands clawing at his thighs as the pang radiates. In nearly the same moment, his hand is once again rubbing softly at your bottom, soothing the sharp sting.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, “so good for me.”

You murmur as he kneads your ass, spreading your cheeks and urging your thighs apart too. You’re dripping with your arousal and he loves it.

He shoves you forward, and you catch yourself on the cushion before you as he moves around your backside.

You’re on your hands and knees on the couch, barely registering what just happened, as August wastes no time in getting behind you and shoving his face between your legs.

You squeak in your surprise before moan after moan tumbles out of you. August holds you by your hips as he buries himself in your wet pussy, his mustache adding that peculiarly delightful sensation to his tendings.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you make the most sinfully beautiful sounds for him. Your wetness on his tongue has his cock throbbing and as much as he wants to feel you come just like this, he can’t wait any longer to get his dick inside you.

You whine in disappointment as he parts from your cunt but then you hear the sound of his zipper as he pulls down his pants and your walls clench around nothing in your excitement.

You haven’t felt him in days and it’s been driving you crazy. You’ve needed this. You’ve needed him. So if you had to break a rule or two to break his trance on his work - especially after he’d been gone for nearly a week - you were gonna do what you had to do.

You can feel the tip of him as he lines himself up to your waiting hole. One strong hand on your hip and the other tight on his cock as he plays with you for a long, torturous moment, and then with one sharp thrust, he’s fully inside of you.

You moan at the feeling as he slides back out and then slams right back in, fucking you hard and deep. He makes sure you feel each and every inch of his thick cock as he fills your pussy.

Every thrust has you crying out as his hips slap against your still sore ass and his hand grips your hip tight. His other slides up your soft body, feeling your belly and your grab-able curves through your clothes. He squeezes your covered breast and growls as he thrusts into you harder.

You can’t help yourself as you push back on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect time as your slick walls squeeze his length.

“Feels so good, sir,” you moan. “Ahh,” you cry, “so good!”

“I know, princess,” he smirks, breathing heavy, “I feel you squeezing my cock,” he grunts, “you gonna come for me, angel? Huh?” He punctuates his question with a particularly deep thrust, pulling you back by your hips as he keeps you still against him. His movements get sharper and harder as he begins to use you the way you like in this position, like you’re just a fuck toy for him to use whenever he wants. His groans and grunts filling your ears as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter as he fucks you.

He’s so strong and his thrusts are so powerful that he knocks you off your arms as he uses you and you let your head fall to the cushion as your back arches further.

You can’t do anything but moan and gasp through the intense pleasure building and building until you feel his thick fingers on your sensitive clit. You cry out as he works you closer to your high.

“Oh, god, August, I’m - I’m fuck, I’m gonna come! Please please please let me come, sir, please,” you cry pathetically, a part of you praying to anyone who might be listening that he’s too preoccupied with fucking you to remember he still owes you one more punishment.

“Yeah?” He growls, “Gonna come on my cock, baby? Fuck,” he snarls as your walls squeeze him tighter and you moan your affirmation. “Go ahead,” he pants in your ear as he leans over you, somehow hitting your most sensitive spot even more as he gets deeper inside of you. “Come on my fat cock. Wanna feel your pussy squeeze me so tight you get every last drop of my fucking cum out. Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts. “You want that, don’t you, baby? Want my cum dripping out of you like the dirty little slut you are.”

Thank fuck.

“Want it, wanna feel you, sir. Want your cum,” you whimper, “please. come inside me, I want it so bad, sir, please.” You sound debauched and pathetic and it has August right on edge with you.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as he speaks so dirty in your ear, your belly clenching, toes curling, eyes screwed shut, as you cry out and your tight pussy milks his cock. The second he felt you start to come, he didn’t bother holding himself back any longer either, his thick cum spilling against your walls as he slowed his thrusts.

You’re out of breath as you crumple beneath him and you gasp at the loss of him as he gently pulls his cock out of you. He spreads your pussy and watches as his cum spills out of you, his big hands massaging your thighs until he drags his touch up to your ass, again kneading your softness before he leans down and kisses your cheeks.

His hands go to your hips as he moves his touch and his body up your own until his chest is against your back and his lips are against cheek. He kisses you again gently as his arms wrap around your middle.

He turns you over so you’re facing him as you lay on the couch, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, fighting a pout as you peer up at him.

“I know,” he responds, “I’ve missed you, too.” He leans closer and kisses you softly as your fingers play in his hair. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long, then I got caught up in work and I -,” he cuts himself off. “I’m sorry, angel.”

You smile softly and pull him close again to give him a kiss of your own.

“You gonna make it up to me?” You question playfully.

He smirks, “was what we just did not enough?”

“Not nearly,” you shake your head. “You haven’t even taken my clothes off, yet.”

August chortles at your frown, pushing himself to sit up on the couch and pulling you with him, seating you on his lap.

“You’re right,” he smirks wickedly, “I’ve got a lot I wanna do with you tonight, so why don’t we start with you giving me a little show. Remind me what I’ve been missing?”

You smile coyly and nod, slipping off his lap. Before you can turn from him though, he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your second punishment. It’s coming,” he promises, blue eyes burning into your own, the excitement there sending a new thrill through you.

“Yes, sir,” you reply demurely, slowly pulling your hand from his - the longing between you both for one another more than evident in the touch.

You’re excited for what’s to come, but most for the end of the night - the one predictable part of your reunion where you know you’ll find yourself cleaned, fed, and cozy in August’s arms as he holds you and murmurs praises, sweet nothings and confessions of his love for you until you fall asleep together.

And then, if you ask real nice, the morning will bring you August’s special blueberry pancakes, and a whole lotta loving. Soft and sweet, just the way he knows you like.

[justporo]

Point Break

Being with Astarion is - almost - perfect. And it is so easy to fall for him and into his arms. But the least thing you can try and do is offering to turn the tides. (NSFW)

MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: Here we are yet again with something that was supposed to be like... well, not almost 2k words. But here we are. Also this is yet another instance where I inflate the smut with emotions. There are just so many... feelings to be had!

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: smut Wordcount: 1,9k

Astarion was on top of you, inside of you. Your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and the air was filled with nothing but your mutual moans and gasps and Astarion’s haughtily whispered sweet little nothings. You were staring up at him, almost unable to take your eyes off him, his perfect body and face. Your eyes and your mind would always find their way back to them, to him.

That’s how it had been ever since the vampire had invited you that one night to that clearing in the forest. Continually, you had met up in the nights, talked some, started kissing, gotten naked - and then you had lost yourself in his arms, under his touches repeatedly.

It was so easy and so good, you nearly didn't have to think about it - almost completely perfect.

Now, he had your hands pinned to the ground next to your head, his hips rolling and thrusting into you at an even pace, slowly making you descend further into the depth of your own lust and seemingly unending pleasure. He’d been your reliant guide in this from the very first moment on. With him you had spiralled down while he'd shown you truths about yourself you hadn't ever dreamt of. And this far you had always come back up again, luckily.

You held his heated gaze that sent slow shivers of blazing hot fever over and through you. Only when the pleasure became almost too much to bear you let your head fall back and your eyes roll into your skull - focusing solely on the sensation of being with Astarion. It filled every corner of your mind.

No one could ever compare to him. Every fantasy or expectation you might have had in your life was outdone by a margin. He was consummate in any kind of way imaginable: face and body looking like they were lovingly crafted by the most generous of gods, his touches and kisses each masterfully executed, second to none. He had exactly figured out what made you lose your mind, arch your back in heedless pleasure time and again. What made you moan and scream his name as if it was the last breath you were able to take and your only wish was to use it to utter his name a final time.

It was so easy to return to this - intoxicating, addicting. How could you resist?

And so you came whenever he called - no questions asked.

And yet it had slowly changed, it was more than what could be seen at a single glance. Not merely quickly disappearing ripples on an otherwise calm water surface. Things were stirring in the depths and would come up for a break at some point, you were sure of it.

Even when you weren’t with Astarion now, thoughts about him kept turning around in your mind. It had become more intense, the height your heart jumped whenever he smirked at you becoming ever higher. He was slowly invading your heart and soul, along with the body he had already laid claim upon.

But still there were these moments, when it felt off. Something lurking just at the edge of your sight, something not quite right. Because there were these bits and pieces he slowly let fall from his armour, showing some of the pain and the fear beneath. Sometimes he couldn’t hold your gaze, even though insisting elaborately that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in those moments. But you slowly recognised that as the lie it was.

It made your chest clench and ache, filling it with the wish of freeing Astarion from whatever it was that had forced him to raise up those thick castle walls all around him.

The vampire kept moving, crushing his hips into yours and you felt him hit deep inside of you. Your hands were clenching his as you were all ready to let him push you off the edge again - and again and again and again.

You could just keep going like this. Let him lure you back to him, time and again. But then - where would this lead?

You could take what it was he had to offer without ever questioning what it cost. But was this really what you wanted?

Your heart already knew the answer.

“Astarion”, you gasped near breathless. With lips parted, taking heavy breaths, you looked at him pleadingly. You softly wiggled your fingers, asking him to free your hands from his grasp.

Immediately he stopped moving.

His chest was heaving, he was buried deep inside of you. He held you, body and mind.

His mask had dropped.

Gone was the master seducer, the dark, promising gaze, the sultry demeanour. Left in its place was sudden worry and fear.

Astarion’s eyebrows were raised in question, red eyes round in the silvery moonlight casting your bodies and faces in pale, cold light. He looked so young all of a sudden.

The vampire slowly let go of your hands and lifted himself up and further away from you. Your bodies were still impossibly close but yet it felt like there were leagues between you in this moment, even when that hadn’t been your intention at all.

He swallowed heavily but he didn’t dare speak. Just in these short moments you saw how panic almost overtook him. So you moved quickly - to get your point across and break the unbearable tension.

You cupped his face softly in your hands and nudged him until at least a fraction of his tension eased and he leaned towards you. Your fingers wandered lightly over his face, over his cheekbones, his brows as you leaned your head to one side, admiring him fully, in awe of him.

His eyes were still on yours, unsure of what was about to happen.

And then you closed the distance and kissed him, hoping to convey what you might never be able to put into words. Your lips covering his with feather-light touches, merely asking, suggesting.

You kissed him slowly and lovingly, allowing him to decide if that was what he wanted or not. And when he softly answered your kiss, carefully and still hesitantly taking you up on the offer, a small gasp left your open lips. Your hands slowly but decidedly wandered further: one tangling in his luscious curls, the other softly caressing one of his pointy ears.

And Astarion answered you with a moan, wandering from his mouth to yours. Different from the others, the ones you were used to: surprised, but pleasantly. You let him deepen the kiss then.

Arching your back when need rolled over you again, you tried to close the gap between your bodies. Desperate to feel every inch of his skin on yours with no space in between. And also offering up what he might take if only he wanted to. Meanwhile you were still acutely aware of how he felt inside of you as you kept dancing on the edge.

He groaned in response and was leaning back into you now, lowering himself on one of his elbows while his free hand came to touch your face while he lowered his body almost fully onto you.

The feeling of him accepting, embracing sent a new rush through you.

You clenched your core around him, giving more. You wanted to give him everything - he needed only to reach out and take it.

This was about much more than just physical pleasure now. You desperately needed him to know that he may take from you whatever he desired. That you wanted him to indulge in you, to be the one falling for once - if that was what he wanted. The need to fully embrace him and never let go of him again burned in your chest and your whole body. You’d offer up all of yourself if that was what it took.

He was melting into your touch while his body seemed consumed by a different kind of tension now. He seemed willing and eager now to take his chances and grasp what fell into his hands.

His fingers grabbed your hair, gently pulling on the strands curled around his fingers. Meanwhile the kiss never broke. It became more heated by the second.The air was filled with your gasps and moans again - but it had changed. Waves were rising up from the depths.

And then he started to move once more.

Withdrawing from you achingly slow at first and then thrusting into you again. Rolling his hips and slamming them into you so hard, just once, made your eyes roll back almost fully into your skull. You moaned, nearly whimpered into his wide open mouth.

“What are you doing?”, he asked quickly and almost completely out of breath, only tearing his mouth from yours because he had to know.

His hips slowly kept moving though. His body already knowing what he had agreed upon while his mind was still catching up.

“Offering you everything”, you replied weakly while you let one of your hands wander down his back. Feeling the gruesome ridges there, but not lingering, dragging your fingertips over his skin, hoping to just leave trails of heat on his skin - hot and pleasant, not cruel, only painful to the point of pleasure. You lifted your legs, pressing one against his side to hold him even closer. And with the other letting your foot softly wander over the back of his calf. Both your thighs squeezing deliciously around his slender hips.

A shiver ran through him and a curt gasp left his throat.

But there wasn’t fear in his gaze anymore. His eyes were ablaze. And in a way you hadn’t seen before in him.

“Letting you pick”, you then continued while he thrust into you again and your body bowed to him, still willing to give more.

His hips kept moving, starting a much rougher and less steady rhythm - in fact his whole body was now trying to get more purchase, knees and feet burying into the ground.

Maybe you’d never see and feel him like this again. But if you could offer him this moment in time, you would happily do it.

“Take only what you want, leave the rest”, you finished and then had to let your head loll back as far as Astarion’s fingers in your hair allowed when the next of his movements brought you to the very edge of sanity.

This wasn’t the clean performance anymore the night had started with. It wasn’t perfect and immaculately exercised, trained a thousand times. But perfect wasn’t what was needed right now. It needed to be real and open.

It didn’t take either of you long before you were both finally swept away. Only a few more thrusts and your fingers sneakily wandering between your bodies while Astarion was now trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, and you were both taken away by waves way bigger than either of you had anticipated. Pledges were made under both your heavy breaths. Hands clawed at skin and into hair, desperately trying to get closer yet. To hold onto each other while you got dragged onto the open sea.

And it was raw, rough around the edges, and deep, much deeper than you had imagined. And maybe it was unsure, unfamiliar; maybe even terrifying.

But it wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t wrong at all.

Tag list: @spacebarbarianweird @sunfire-ancunin @tragedybunny @dependsonthedream @tallymonster @magazzne @micropoe10 @aoirohi @my-bunny-prince @lumienyx @fayeriess

[sunny44]

The breaking point

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Teammate!reader

Warnings: arguments, crying and maybe other things

Summary: Max and Y/n, longtime teammates with a complicated relationship, find themselves in the midst of a heated argument that pushes their bond to its breaking point. As emotions run high, Max says things that he shouldn’t leading him to hurt the only person that matters to him.

I’ve known Y/n for years, and from the very beginning, our relationship was anything but simple. On the track, we were the perfect team, almost like we were made for each other. We pushed each other to the edge, always trying to be faster, stronger, better. But off the track, things were different. At the start it was just us not liking each other and then as time passes I started to like her, and as moras time passed I started to feel different e about her. When she was away from me I wanted her close and when she was with me I wanted her closer.

And after that I realized that I was in love with her, but there was always this tension between us, like an invisible wire pulled tight, just waiting to snap.

Today, that wire snapped.

It all started in the paddock. We were in the middle of discussing strategy, something that should have been routine. But for some reason, things escalated. Maybe it was the stress of the season, the constant pressure to perform, the fact that from being the top team and always winning races we were in fifth and sixth place in the last few races, or maybe we were just tired. But whatever it was, it made us both say things we shouldn’t have.

“I’m sick of you always blaming me, Max!” Y/n’s voice was sharp, cutting through the noise of the garage like a knife. She stepped closer, her eyes blazing, and I could see the anger in her eyes, the frustration that had been building for who knows how long. “I’m not the one that made the car a piece of shit in this last few races.”

I should have backed off. I should have taken a breath and calmed down because deep down I Ken I would snap at her even if I didn’t wanted to. But instead, I let my own anger take over.

“And I’m fucking sick of you and your bullshit! I wish I never met you!” The words flew out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. As soon as they left my lips, I knew I’d crossed a line. A line we’d never crossed before.

The moment the words were out there, I wished I could take them back. It wasn’t true—none of it was true. But the damage was done. Y/n’s face went pale, and I saw the shock in her eyes, like I’d just slapped her across the face.

She stood there, frozen, her chest heaving as she tried to process what I’d just said. I’ve seen her angry, frustrated, even upset, but I’ve never seen her like this—completely stunned, like I’d just ripped her heart out and crushed it.

When she finally spoke, her voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear her.

“Is that really how you feel?” Her voice trembled, and for the first time, I saw something I never thought I’d see—tears in her eyes.

My stomach twisted into knots. I wanted to tell her no, that I didn’t mean it, that it was just the heat of the moment and that I loved her. But my throat felt tight, like I couldn’t get the words out. All I could do was stare at her, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix this.

Y/n blinked, and a tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it. She quickly looked down, avoiding my gaze, and I could see her fighting to keep it together. She was the strongest person I knew—nothing ever got to her, and she never let anyone see her cry. But now, because of me, she was on the verge of breaking.

I felt like the biggest idiot on the planet. Why did I say that? Why did I let my anger get the best of me? I knew how much she meant to me, how much I needed her, and yet I still said something so cruel, something I didn’t even mean.

When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were filled with hurt, and it cut me deeper than anything else.

“I never thought… you of all people would say that to me.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the pain in it was deafening. “I knew you didn’t like me but that was cruel, even for you.”

I tried to move closer, to say something, anything, that would make it right.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it.” I said, but my voice sounded weak, even to my own ears. I reached out toward her, but she pulled away, putting more distance between us. It was like a punch to the gut.

“Don’t.” she said, her voice sharp, cutting through me like glass. “Just… don’t.”

She turned away, her shoulders hunched as if she was carrying the weight of the world. She started walking toward the dressing room, her steps quick and determined, like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Panic rose in my chest. I couldn’t let her leave like this, not when she didn’t know the truth.

“Fuck… No! Y/n, wait!” I called after her, my voice cracking with desperation. I started running after her, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed her to understand that I didn’t mean what I said. I couldn’t lose her—not like this.

She didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. She was almost at the door when I finally caught up to her. I reached out, my hand brushing against her arm, but she jerked away from me like I’d burned her.

“Please, Y/n, just listen to me.” I begged, my voice breaking. I could feel the tears threatening to spill over, but I fought them back. She needed to know how much she meant to me, how much I regretted what I’d said.

Y/n paused, her hand resting on the door handle, but she didn’t turn around.

“Why, Max? Why should I listen to you? So you can hurt me even more?” Her voice was so quiet, so filled with pain, that it made my chest ache.

“I didn’t mean it.” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I was angry, and I said something stupid. I don’t wish I never met you—I could never wish that. You mean too much to me, Y/n. More than you could ever know.”

There was a long silence. I could see her shoulders shaking slightly, and I knew she was trying not to cry. It was killing me to see her like this, knowing I was the reason for her pain.

Finally, she let out a shaky breath, her voice barely audible.

“I never thought you’d hurt me like this, Max.” She turned to face me, and the look in her eyes nearly broke me. She looked so small, so vulnerable, and it was all my fault.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ll do anything to make it right. Please, just give me a chance.”

She looked down at the floor, her expression conflicted.

“I need time,” she said eventually, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “I just… I need to think.”

I nodded, even though the thought of being apart from her, even for a little while, made my chest tighten with fear.

“Take all the time you need,” I said softly. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded, then turned and walked through the door, leaving me standing there alone in the corridor. I stared at the closed door for what felt like an eternity, my heart heavy with regret.

As I finally turned to walk away, I made a silent promise to myself. I would find a way to make this right, no matter what it took. Because Y/n wasn’t just my teammate—she was the one person in the world I couldn’t imagine living without.

Bonus scene!

Y/nusername instagram stories

“Rewatching old races, getting pretty and working”

This will have a part 2, if you want to be tagged let me know in the comments

[wrestlingwithlife]

Texas Style

Most people quiver at the thought of having to face Ghost, let alone in hand to hand combat, but Ghost is about to have a sparring partner like he’s never had before. With a little Texas flare thrown in, of course.

Task Force 141 x Male!Reader

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Y/n fished around in his dresser, searching for sturdier tank top than the one he’d had on. The last thing he wanted was to rip another, especially after what had happened last hand to hand combat day. The h/c haired male didn’t even bother to look up when he heard his door swing, already having a strong idea about who it was.

“Howdy, Partner.” Soap laughed as he plopped onto Y/n’s bed. The s/t male only rolled his eyes at Soap’s humor.

“Hello, Soap.”

Y/n gave up on his search for a thicker tank top, shutting the drawer and turning back to face Soap. Y/n had learned his lesson on ignoring the Scott for to long.

A coy smile danced across the mohawked man’s face. “You sound like your not simply ecstatic to see me.” He teased, eyes blazing with mischief as he scanned them over his team mate.

“Hmm, how rude of me.” Y/n spoke flatly, but he couldn’t fight the smallest up turn of his lips. “Let’s go, don’t want Price on us for being late.”

Y/n leads the way out of his room, when they step out Gaz is there, waiting for them. “Would you look at us, we done got a reunion going.” Y/n drawled, shutting his door behind them. The three made their way across the base, turning a few heads as they did.

Now, Y/n was gorgeous. Everyone knew that. Well, everyone except Y/n himself but the poor guy didn’t have a mind for much more than his teammates, so who could really blame him.

But Y/n wasn’t just that pretty guy who went to your high school with you. No, he was the kind of pretty that was untouchable. Like a celebrity, or some guy at the airport that you’ll probably never see again.

The 141 squad understood this, and they reveled in the fact that Y/n was their’s. Well, mostly Soap and Gaz, but who’s really paying attention to that? However, as much as they loved to flaunt Y/n, there were times when even they’d get protective.

So when Soap slung his arm over Y/n’s shoulder and tugged him in closer the h/c haired male didn’t bat an eye. Not even when Gaz’s arm slipped around his waist. This was just his daily life, and he’d grown used to it.

In fact, when the looming figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind them he was the only one of the trio not to jump out of his skin. Y/n offered Ghost a smile, nodding in greeting to the silent male.

“So, Cowboy, you nervous?” Soap slung his arm over Y/n’s shoulder again, taking back his place pressed up to the male.

The h/c male blinked, tilting his head in confusion. “Nervous? What for?”

Soap had to bite his cheek to hide how adorable the head tilt looked from his point of view. “Well you and Ghosty are the only ones with undefeated records in hand to hand, means you two will be fighting today.”

Y/n shrugged, reaching for the knob of the training room door. “Ain’t nothing. I wrestled steers twice as big as Simon, and four times as mean.” The male shot Ghost a playful and teasing look, and Ghost was lucky he wore a mask or his pink cheeks would have been on full display.

When the group stepped into the training room heads turned. I mean, of course they did. This was THE 141 Task Force. Who wouldn’t look?

Price looked up from the trainer he was talking to to, a grin on his lips as he motioned the group over.

“Ghost, Cowboy, go get stretched. You’re up in five.”

Ghost’s eyes cut over to Y/n, but the smaller male was already looking at him. His e/c eyes are blazing with something that Simon could only describe as wild adrenaline. Cowboy grins, giving Ghost a wink before going off to stretch, Soap trailing after him like a little lost dog.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Soap’s hands worked into the muscles of Y/n shoulders as the male wrapped his hands. He didn’t plan on throwing many punches, but better safe than sorry.

“Really pampering me ain’t ya? Feel like one of my Pa’s show calves right about now.” Y/n chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Soap once he was done with his hands.

“Now I know how Ghost feels when I talk.” Johnny huffed, moving down to Y/n’s shoulder blades. “Well somebody has to pamper you, you’re about to face the grim reaper after all.”

Now, one could argue that Soap was only massaging the muscles on Y/n shoulders to give himself the opportunity to feel him up a little. However, those people would be hypocrites, because every person in the room was shooting Soap a jealous look.

And Y/n wasn’t complaining, so it was a win-win.

“Cowboy! Ghost! You’re up!”

Y/n pulled away from Soap’s hold, jumping a bit in surprise when he felt a hard slap on his ass. “Give him hell, Cowboy!” Soap cheered.

Y/n just shook his head, making his way to the ring. Ghost stood before him, a looming presence of muscles and angst. Y/n couldn’t help but shudder in excitement.

“Good luck.” The e/c eyed male smirked, taking up a ready stance. Ghost didn’t say anything, he only nodded, watching Y/n with careful eyes.

“Alright, you two know the rules. First one on their back for a three count or I call it.” The trainer spoke. “On my call… begin!”

Ghost was the first to make a move, throwing a right hook at the shorter male. Y/n managed to just barely duck under it, slipping past him with ease.

Cowboy hooks an arm around Ghost’s waist using his momentum to carry him to the skull masked male’s other side, catching him off guard.

Y/n’s arm slips up Ghost’s back, trapping his head and left arm in a tight grip. However, Ghost refused to go down easy. He did his best to break the hold, slinging Y/n around wildly, but his grip remained unbroken.

Gaz watched in amazement as Y/n clung to Ghost, his e/c eyes wild with delight and his face sporting an equally wild grin.

When Y/n’s feet finally hit the ground he saw his opportunity. The male dropped his hips, twisting his body and threw his weight around, flipping Ghost over his shoulder.

Ghost’s back hit the ground with a thundering noise, knocking the breath from his lungs. Cowboy was quick to straddle the man’s waist, pinning his arms above his head.

They sat there for a moment, Ghost breathing heavily and Y/n grinning down at him, before the trainer blew his whistle. The match was over, Cowboy had won, and Ghost had learned something about himself that day.

There were claps and whoops, and when the two stepped off the mat Soap practically tackled the poor country boy to the floor.

“I didn’t doubt you for a second!” He beamed, arm wrapped tightly around Y/n’s slim waist.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Y/n towel dried his hair as he stepped out from the shower, pulling on a loose pair of joggers. He was lounging in his room for the rest of the day, so he saw no need to bother with a shirt.

He opened his bathroom door and stepped out into his room only to see Ghost sat in one of his bean bag chairs reading a book while Soap and Gaz sat at the foot of his bed, engrossed in some true crime show.

“Hello people who do not live here.” Y/n huffed, three sets of eyes darted over to look at him. Ghost had the luxury of having a mask to cover his cheeks, the other two were less fortunate. Luckily for Gaz, Soap was there to take the attention from him.

“My oh my, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Soap whistled flirtatiously, wiggling his eye brows. Y/n rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow from the top of his bed and smacking the Scott with it.

Y/n plopped down onto his bed leaning against his pillows. Gaz and Soap shifted a bit, resting their heads on the southern males thick thighs, going back to being absorbed into their show.

The bed dipped a bit and Ghost sat down, laying back so his head was resting against Y/n’s chest. He didn’t make eyes contact with the male, eyes still focused on the book in his hand.

Y/n smiled softly, letting his hand rest on top of Ghost’s head. His eyes cut back over to the show that was playing on the screen, and he had to admit, this was pretty nice.

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Hope this was okay! If you guys like the cowboy!reader I’d love to do more. It’s hard to find any love for cowboy readers out there lol

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[estapa-edwards]

Jack Hughes x reader she's being a brat and being pissy👀

PISSY - J.HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

word count: 1.4k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

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Jack Hughes, the rising star of the NHL, is used to facing challenges on the ice. However, tonight's challenge was different. As he walked through the door of his apartment, he was greeted not by the cheering of fans or the camaraderie of his teammates, but by the piercing silence and palpable tension of his girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N sat on the couch, her arms crossed, glaring at the TV. She didn't even bother to look up when Jack entered. He could sense the storm brewing just by her body language. He let out a soft sigh, dropped his bag by the door, and made his way over to her.

"Hey, babe," he said gently, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss. "Don't 'hey, babe' me," she snapped.

Jack raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her tone. "What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Y/N finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes blazing with frustration. "You really don't know, do you?" she asked incredulously.

Jack's mind raced, trying to figure out what he might have done wrong. He had been so busy with practices and games lately that he barely had time to think about anything else. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I've been really swamped with hockey. Did I miss something important?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly not satisfied with his response. "You missed everything important, Jack! You missed our anniversary dinner last night. You missed the plans we made for today. You missed being present in this relationship!"

Jack's heart sank. He had completely forgotten about their anniversary. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to forget. It's just been so hectic with the season starting. Can we please talk about this?"

Y/N stood up, shaking her head. "Talk about what, Jack? How you always put hockey first? How I'm always second in your life? I'm tired of feeling like I'm not important to you."

Jack reached out to her, but she stepped back, avoiding his touch. "Y/N, that's not true. You mean everything to me. I know I've been absent, and I promise I'll make it up to you. Please, just give me a chance."

She sighed, her anger starting to wane, replaced by sadness. "It's not just about making it up, Jack. It's about consistency. I need to know that you care, not just when it's convenient for you."

Jack felt a pang of guilt. He knew she was right. He had been so consumed by his career that he had neglected their relationship. "You're right, Y/N. I've been a terrible boyfriend, and I'm sorry. I want to do better. I will do better."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She saw the remorse in his eyes and felt a glimmer of hope. "You promise?"

"I promise," he said earnestly, taking her hands in his. "Let's start over. How about we go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us. No hockey, no distractions. Just us."

She gave him a small smile, nodding. "Okay, Jack. Let's try again."

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The restaurant was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere perfect for their date. Jack had made sure to pick a place that was private enough for them to enjoy their time without being interrupted by fans or paparazzi. He held Y/N's hand as they were led to their table, determined to make this night special.

As they sat down, Jack couldn't help but notice the tension still lingering in Y/N's posture. He decided to address it head-on. "Y/N, I want tonight to be about us, but I also want to understand how you're feeling. I know I haven't been there for you, and I want to know what I can do to make it right."

Y/N appreciated his effort, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Jack, I need you to understand that it's not just about one missed dinner. It's about feeling like I'm always competing with your career for your attention. I support your dreams, but I need to feel like I'm a part of your life too."

Jack nodded, taking in her words. "I get that. And I know I need to find a better balance. Maybe we can set aside specific days or times where it's just about us, no matter what."

Y/N looked thoughtful, considering his suggestion. "That could work. But it's not just about the time, Jack. It's about the effort. I need to feel like you want to be with me, not just because you have to."

Jack reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I do want to be with you, Y/N. More than anything. I know actions speak louder than words, and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me."

She squeezed his hand, feeling a bit more reassured. "Okay. But if you break this promise, Jack, I don't know if I can keep doing this."

"I won't break it," he said firmly. "I swear."

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, with Jack and Y/N talking and laughing, slowly reconnecting. By the end of the night, the tension had melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope for their relationship.

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In the following weeks, Jack made a conscious effort to keep his promise. He scheduled regular date nights, made sure to check in with Y/N throughout the day, and even surprised her with little gestures to show his appreciation. It wasn't always easy balancing his demanding career with his relationship, but he was determined to make it work.

Y/N noticed the change and felt herself starting to trust Jack again. She saw how hard he was trying and appreciated his efforts. However, she still had moments where she felt insecure and needed reassurance.

One evening, after a particularly tough game, Jack came home exhausted. He found Y/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. He collapsed next to her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Long day?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," he sighed. "But it's better now that I'm home with you."

She smiled, but a hint of her earlier frustration resurfaced. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm competing with your fans too. It's hard to see you surrounded by people who adore you when I feel like I'm struggling to get your attention."

Jack lifted his head, looking into her eyes. "Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone. My fans are great, but they don't hold a candle to you. You're the one I come home to, the one I want to share my life with. You're my priority."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss him. "I just need to hear that sometimes. Thank you, Jack."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'll remind you as often as you need. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Jack," she whispered, feeling more secure in their relationship than she had in a long time.

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As time went on, Jack and Y/N continued to work on their relationship. They faced challenges, but they also experienced moments of joy and growth together. Jack learned to balance his career and personal life better, and Y/N learned to trust in his commitment to her.

One night, as they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, Y/N turned to Jack with a mischievous grin. "You know, you've been doing pretty well at keeping your promises. But there's still one thing I need."

Jack looked at her, curious. "What's that?"

She leaned in close, her voice teasing. "I need you to make me feel special right now. Show me how much you care."

Jack's eyes sparkled with affection and a hint of playful challenge. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can manage that."

He scooped her up in his arms, making her squeal with delight. "Jack! Put me down!"

He carried her to their bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed. "Not a chance. Tonight, it's all about you."

Y/N giggled, her heart swelling with love for the man who had shown her how much he cared. As Jack leaned in to kiss her, she knew that they had overcome their struggles and come out stronger on the other side.